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maxburnett · 3 years ago

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Summer Heat, Steve Rogers Part 2 Here

- (fem!reader x Steve Rogers)

Summary: It's a hot summer day and when you stop for a popsicle and are eating it in front of Steve he can't control his Language anymore. For @syntheticavenger's 5K Follower Challenge

Warnings: Contains Smut! 18+ only minors do not interact! Includes Oral (69), Face Riding, Slight Praise Kink (?), cockwarming if you squint, Steve has a dirty mouth, WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE CAP, Ending you won't see coming (?)

Word Count: 2,734 (I Went Over Jail For Me)

How It Started

It was so hot outside, the blistering sun had been shining for the past few days, and you felt like you were going to melt. You were sitting in the shadow of a tree as Steve ran up, flopping down beside you, rubbing a hand up his face as sweat dripped down his forehead.

"It's too damn hot," he sighed, leaning his head back against the tree and tilted his head sideways to look at you.

"Language, Rogers," you said with a smirk as you looked up at him with soft eyes. "I swear to God I feel like I'm going to melt," you laughed. You pull at your shirt as if trying to fan your body with it, and he turns his head as he watches a bead of sweat run from your neck down into your cleavage. Luckily, you didn't notice. He turns his head back as you smile up at him, his blue eyes studying your face.

"What'cha thinkin' 'bout, Stevie?" You playfully punch his arm with a laugh.

"Nothing," he said and averted his gaze as he stood up. "C'mon, we should head back to the compound," he said, watching as you stretched; he gulped, feeling an erection forming in his mesh shorts. You hum in response and walk behind him, holding your water bottle, not noticing how he had to adjust himself as he reached the car and opened the door for you.

"Can we stop at that one place that makes those popsicles out of juice?" You ask as you reach forward and turn the air conditioner on full blast.

"Whatever you want is fine with me," he says as he pulls onto the road and stops by the place.

"So, do you want one?" You ask, looking over at him as he rests his head against the headrest. He turns his head towards you, tilting his head to study you as he shakes his head no.

"No, I'm good," he says, enjoying the cool air coming from the car's air conditioning. He watches you nod and reaches over for the car handle for you so you can get out of the car.

He leans his head back and watches as you walk in, your shorts leaving nothing to the imagination as he watches your ass move perfectly with each stride you take. He'd been watching you for months, and he was sure you were oblivious to the stares or the way he'd lick his lips watching you.

You definitely didn't know that he'd lay in bed with his hand around his dick, imagining it was your face he was fucking. He had his eyes closed, a groan escaping his lips as he felt his dick twitch at the images in his head. He opened his eyes, hearing the door open again, and looked over at you holding a Red, White, and Blue Popsicle.

"Look, they had one in your colors," you tease. "Do you want the first lick?"

"Umm, no, I'm good," he stammers.

You giggle and hold it up to your lips as you wrap your mouth around it, savoring the cold frozen ice that tasted like cherry, coconut, and blueberry. You moan at the coolness going down your dry throat and open your eyes as a groan escapes Steve's lips.

You can see him now, his eyes locked on your lips. You pull the popsicle from your lips as you can feel your cheeks burning. You look over at him and notice that he has an enormous erection formed in his shorts.

"Steve?"

"Don't stop on my account," he hums, his own cheeks turning a bright red. That you swear was as red as the cherry tip of the popsicle. "But don't argue with me when I get you home and my dick replaces that fucking popsicle," he said, gripping the wheel tightly. "I've wanted to have your mouth around my dick ever since I laid eyes on you. I just know you'll look good between my legs as I fuck that pretty little mouth," he says, and you feel the wetness in your panties begin to leak from your cunt.

If the others could just hear Steve's choice of words.

You honestly didn't think he had it in him.

You lock eyes with him as you bring the popsicle up to your lips. You slowly push it in all the way and suck it, making the sexiest noises you can muster. When you finish, you remove the popsicle stick, and he leans forward, bringing you into his lap, and he kisses you. Taking your lips roughly with his so he can taste the mixture of the artificially flavored popsicle.

"Just wait till we get home gonna fill you up," he says into your mouth. "Hope I don't stretch your pretty little mouth or cunt with my dick too much, Sweets," he hums, and you ache against him as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you shove your tongue in. You pull away a few moments later and grind your shorts against his erection. He moans and dips his fingers into your sides before you hop off of him and look at him innocently and bat your lashes as he curses under his breath and pulls out of the parking spot. It's impressive that he didn't get pulled over on the way back to the compound; any cop would have taken one look into the car and noticed just why Captain America was speeding through New York City Traffic. But for once, for once in his life, he could care less about breaking the law.

When you got back to the compound, Steve quickly opened your door and simply pulled you up into his arms. His lips crashed down onto yours in a bruising kiss. You wondered what the others would think if they saw him walking you into the compound with your legs wrapped around his waist.

Luckily, nobody else was at the compound that day, he carried you into his room and roughly pushed your back into the wall by the door, and the two of you quickly undressed each other ad then he tossed you onto his bed, where he finally pulled your panties off and his boxers. After your underwear was removed, everything else seemed to be happening in slow motion. Steve held your body close to his and laid back on the bed. He turned you, so you were facing his dick. He watched in awe as you moved back and descended your cunt onto his mouth. The tip of your clit had emerged from the hood and glistened. You began to grind the soft flesh down against his lips. He around your clit and up inside your wet folds.

You began to hump his mouth so vigorously that he couldn't help but moan against your cunt. Your juices spilled down his flushed cheeks and dripped off of his chin, and coated his beard. His hands moved up your sides and squeezed your tits, and he smirked against you as you cursed his name.

You finally reached and took his dick and licked the tip tasting his precum. You smirked against it as you began to lick and suck it like she had the popsicle earlier. Delightful obscenities streamed from your mouth between licks.

"Steve," you hummed. "You taste so sweet," you said before taking all of him in, and you began to bob your head up and down as you wrapped your hand around his dick and moved it in unison with your mouth. He was thick, but you fit him all the way in.

"Y/N," Steve groaned, pushing his hips up against your mouth. "Wanna be in you," he said in a rough voice. You pull your mouth away, and Steve moves to lay you onto your back, his hands on both of your sides as he looks deep into your eyes and slides effortlessly inside you.

"Fuck," he says as he rubs a thumb over your clit. "S'Tight," he says as he pushes in, filling you to the hilt. You run your hand through his blond locks, pulling on it slightly as you pull his lips down to yours. He feels so good inside you. You can't even say anything at first; a string of curses leaves before you can muster the strength to say his name.

"Steve," you moan. "You're so good," you finally can say, pulling him closer with your legs. He smirks and kisses you and begins to fuck you faster and harder as you pull on his hair. Something about hearing you praising him opens something up inside Steve, and he smirks as he pulls your head, so you were looking right into his eyes. He presses his thumb to your clit as he pounds inside your pussy, and you moan his name over and over.

"Relax, sweets, just relax," he says, moving his finger up to your mouth.

He runs it along your lips, and you lean your head and take his finger, sucking your juices from it.

"That's it, sweets. Keep being good for me," he says as a smile spreads to his lips.

"Such a precious little slut you are," he says against your ear. That's one thing he can't look you in the eyes and say, and he feels you pulling him tighter and closer, your moans and curses getting louder as you pull his head back to face you. You kiss him, and he rests his forehead against yours and moans into your lips.

"Keep being good for me. Yeah, sweet thing, just relax," he said, his lips brushing softly against yours.

"Are you ready?" He murmurs. "You're doing such a good job. I can't wait to fill you up," he says, holding your hips close as he takes a few more long and hard thrusts before you come undone and your feet dig into his calves.

"You feel incredible," he groans and looks deep into your eyes. "You want me to cum inside you, don't you? Of course, you do," he says, running his fingers back over your lips and groaning as you take them back into your mouth.

"Stevie," you murmur. "Fill me up," you say, sucking his fingers, and he groans as he quickens his hips and fills you with his cum.

He lays there for a few minutes, placing sweet little kisses along your shoulders and to your neck. When he pulls out of you, you feel an emptiness inside you and smile as he smiles down at you, resting his elbow onto the mattress and his head onto his hand. He gives you the cutest little smile. His face softens, and he looks down at you with those boyish blue eyes.

"Hope I was good," he hums and kisses you as you giggle and run your fingers gently through his hair as he lays his head on your chest.

"Very good," you hum and smile as you kiss his lips. "Such a good boy," you hum.

How It's Going/Ended

You pace in your apartment as you look up at the clock on the wall. You jump slightly as there's a knock on the door. You walk over towards the door and look out of the peephole and see Bucky running his vibranium fingers through his now shorter hair, the hair that you had cut the night before.

He was holding the bag from the store that he had picked up, an order that you had made online, so he wouldn't know what it was. You opened the door and took the bag from him, and hugged him tightly as you let out a long sigh that you were holding in.

"Now, are you going to tell me what's up, doll?" He asked, stepping in. He and you had become close once Steve had chosen to go back to be with Peggy. He spent more time at your apartment than his own, finding your couch much more comfortable than his floor.

"I'm late, Bucky," you whisper, looking down at the floor. "You know it's late," you say, looking up into his blue eyes. You can feel the tears coming to the corner of your eyes. You sit down beside him, and his eyes look right at yours.

What you and Bucky had, it just happened. Naturally, a few kisses here and there, you both vented about Steve leaving to be with a woman he had only kissed once. Steve had told you that he loved you, that you made him happy, and then he left not only you but his best friend to go back in time to be with Peggy Carter.

Bucky had wanted to tell Steve that he was free, that his mind was now under his control, but he had cornered him before he had the chance and told him he was going to be with Peggy. He didn't even tell you goodbye. Bucky had to do that. He had to tell you that your boyfriend had chosen to leave you behind to be in another time with another woman. He took your hands in his, pulled you into his lap, and gently took your face with his fingers.

What you and Bucky had now, it happened naturally. Little stares here and there, he asked if he could hold your hand. The first kiss happened while watching The Wizard of Oz. While you and Bucky had sex, you had been extra careful, so you knew that the baby belonged to Steve if you were pregnant.

"Whatever that test says," he whispers with his blue eyes locked on your face. "I'm going to be right here," he says, and you lose all control, and the tears began to fall as you lean into his hand that was on your cheek. You nod, and he leans, kissing down each of your cheeks, then your lips as he wraps an arm around you.

"I don't deserve you, Buck," you say as he wipes your tears.

"Doll, if there's anyone that doesn't deserve anyone it's me," he smiles up at you as your hands move to his face. Bucky had learned that most hands were built to crush or destroy. Most had handled his body like a minefield. But yours, yours felt like the gentle flow of spring; kind on his skin and delicate. "I love you, Doll," he said, leaning his forehead against yours. "And I'll love this baby and raise it like it's mine if it's what you want to do," he says and smiles as you close the space between you and him and softly kiss his lips.

"I love you too, Buck," you whisper and smile against his lips. "I love you so much," you say against his lips.

It was then that you realize just how easy it came off of each of your lips. It wasn't like that with Steve, and Bucky was sitting there so in love with you that he was willing to raise a child that was his best friend and not his to show you just how much he meant it.

"I'm going to go take it," you whisper, and you feel his lips on yours once more before finally you pull away and walk towards the bathroom. You read the test a few times before peeing on the stick and waiting for the results to show up. It was one of those that just said "pregnant" or "not pregnant" you bit at your lip and heard Bucky walking behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist. You look up at him as the timer on your phone went off, and you lay your head on his black tee.

"Want me to look at it, doll?" He whispers, and you look up at him, slowly nodding your head. He lifts the test and reads the word "Pregnant" off to you.

Earlier, you thought you were going to cry if you read that word. But when you see the love-filled eyes of Bucky Barnes looking at you before he leans down and kisses your stomach, and you play with his hair with a giggle, nothing but happiness and pride exist inside you.

It is at that moment that you realize that while you had been given Steve's heart, it wasn't the heart that's meant to love you. That heart belonged to James Buchannan Barnes.

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waywardnerd67 · 3 years ago

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The Towel Drop

Title: The Towel Drop Summary: After seeing videos on social media, Jensen decides to take part in a unique challenge. Paring: Jensen Ackles x Reader Word Count: 1376 Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Fluff/Smut Square Filled: Jensen Ackles Bingo Card: Tell Me A Story Bingo - @supernatural-jackles A/N: None

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Jensen was sitting in his office killing time waiting for (Y/N) to finish her classes for the day. Currently he was down the Facebook videos rabbit hole. Cute pet videos, phony texts stories, but his favorite were the reaction videos from people walking in on their partners naked. He found himself sitting there for half an hour laughing at them. Then an idea popped into his head.

He walked into their master bathroom stripping off all his clothes. It was hard to believe that almost a year ago he was looking in the mirror as Dean Winchester for the last time. Now, his hair was past his ears. His beard was fully grown in and bushy driving (Y/N) crazy. His body was even forenign to him with a steady diet of protein and veggies along with weightlifting five days a week. As Misha had commented recently he Hulked up.

Turning on the shower, he stepped beneath the scalding water. Allowing the heat to relax his muscles he began his normal routine. Once he was out, Jensen wrapped a towel around his waist slicking his hair back with his hands. He glanced down at his phone seeing her last class of the day should be ending soon. The fluttering in his stomach sent waves of excitement throughout his body.

Jensen walked out of their room and downstairs to (Y/N)’s office. She could hear her laughter coming from behind the door. He was thankful that she had faced her desk towards the door so her students would not have to see if he walked in. Dropping the towel to the floor, he opened the door slowly peeking around the corner. Her eyes were focused on the two monitors filled with the faces of high schoolers.

He stepped inside the doorway placing his hands on his hips. (Y/N) virtual teaching during the pandemic had shown him how much he loved watching her work. For hours, he would listen to her teach about Shakesphere and Beowulf. By the time she would get a break he would be in desperate need of a release carrying her off to their couch and ravishing her.

“Alright, your research papers need to be ten pages, double space, times roman and twelve point font. Make sure you use MLA formatting and citation for your sources. This paper counts as half your final…”

She looked up to see him standing there naked his cock getting harder with each word she spoke. Slowly he wrapped his fingers around himself staring right at her.

She swallowed hard, “Um… this paper counts as half of your final grade. Are there any q-questions?” Her eyes trailed up his body biting her lip.

He could not hear her students due to the headphones covering her ears. Lazily he stroked himself leaning against her door frame. She shook her head, a beautiful smile spreading across her face.

“Yes Marie, that is a perfect subject for this paper. Okay, that is all for today. I will see you guys on Friday.” She finally tore her eyes away from him waving to her monitor before they snapped back up to him, “Jensen Ackles, what in the hell are you doing?”

He shrugged, still running his hand over his hard length, “I thought I would catch your reaction.”

Her laughter filled the room, “Oh my god, you’ve been watching Facebook videos again.”

“May-be.” He watched as she stood walking towards him, her eyes focused on his hand.

“Was my reaction everything you were hoping for?” She licked her bottom lip dragging it beneath her teeth.

He gently squeezed the base of his dick moaning softly, “Depends on what happens next pretty girl.”

A shiver went down his spine as she got on her knees in front of him and parted her lips, “What are you waiting for? I’m dying to taste you.”

He rubbed the tip across her lips before pushing into her mouth. His body trembled, sighing at the sudden warmth and vibration from her moaning around him. Her hands gripped his thighs digging her nails into them as he pulled out of her and pushed back in.

“Fuuuck…” He rolled his head back against his shoulders as she took control, bobbing her head along his length.

Gathering her hair in his hands, Jensen tugged her head back gently, her mouth popping off his cock. She groaned in disappointment, a trail of spit going down her chin.

“Babe… I wasn’t done yet…”

He chuckled, “I need to come inside of you and the way you were sucking me off I was going to make it.”

Jensen picked her wrapping her legs around him and made it as far as the stairs before she wiggled out of his grasp. He watched her remove her clothes quickly flinging them in every direction before kneeling on the stairs. He sucked in a breath as she parted her legs and stuck her perfect ass in the air. Her fingers slipped between her slick folds.

“Need you here, now.” She begged, pushing two fingers inside of her.

Jensen’s head was already spinning from desire watching her needily fingering herself. Placing one hand on the small of her back positioning himself right at her entrance. She tried to push back onto him, but he pulled back loving the growl coming from her.

“Jensen Ackles either fuck me or let me take care of myself!”

Gripping her hips, he inched his cock inside of her. The noises escaping her lips making it damn near impossible for him to keep from fucking her into the stairs like she wanted him too. He wanted her to come completely undone, begging him before giving in to his primal desires.

Each thrust was slow, deliberate and wonderful feeling her tighten around him. He dug his fingers into her hips pulling out of her then sinking back into her snapping his hips against her. Her hands were balled into fists pounding against the stairs.

“Oh god, Jensen please… please fuck me hard. Oh fuck, please Jensen!”

And he did. The sounds of their skin connecting echoed up the stairway. His heart racing in his ears chasing after the release he badly was in need of. (Y/N) moans shaking him to his core as she pushed against every thrust he made.

“Baby, I’m so close… need to feel you come with me.”

He bent over her, reaching his hand around between her legs. His fingers rubbing against her clit as she tightened around his cock screaming his name. That’s all it took for him to fall over the edge pounding into her until he felt her body go limp in his grasp. He pushed in her one last time, shaking as he did.

“Fuck… oh my god… oh my god…” (Y/N) mumbled into the stairs before groaning loudly as he pulled out of her, “Uhh… so empty now.”

Jensen chuckled slumping against the railing, “Shit baby, I don’t think I can walk right now.”

“Me either… I’ll just take a nap right here.” She laid out over the stairs.

Finally, he was able to get himself standing and carried (Y/N) up to their bedroom where they took a nice, long nap. Waking up as the night sky was showing off the stars, they made their way back downstairs for some dinner. (Y/N) went to grab her phone from her office as he ordered some pizza.

“Shit!” She yelled, coming out in a panic, “I forgot I had a staff meeting today. Great.”

Guilt filled his chest, pulling her into his arms, “I’m sorry, that’s my fault for distracting you.”

He felt her sigh before she looked up at him, “Honestly, you probably saved me from an hour of boredom that could have been an email. I’d say being unable to walk for hours and the most amazing orgasm of my life was well worth it.”

He laughed, lifting her up on the counter and kissing her, “Well we have about an hour before the pizza is here. I think I might be in the mood for an appetizer.” He knelt down spreading her legs and diving in.

“Oh god… thank you for this man being in my life.”

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anika-ann · 4 years ago

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Words Whispered in the Dark

Type: Modern-college-professor AU - part of Attached series or a standalone

Pairing: professor!Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 6250🙈

Summary: There are things, intimate desires, which people simply don’t want to talk about out loud. Since you prefer writing those down, it applies twice as much.

Steve supports your writing – but what he’d think about your newest story… well, you’re not sure you wanted to know.

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, bondage, oral (M rec), consensual sensory deprivation, praise kink & body worship, ‘babygirl’, fingering, dom/sub undertones & implied age gap & professor-student dynamic & cumplay if you squint, language ---- (let me know if I missed any…why is the list so long wtf)

A/N: Can be read as a standalone. Part of the Attached ‘verse with professor!Steve.

A/N: For Siri’s 5K Soft Dark Challenge. Congratulations to the rightfully earned milestone ❤️ Thank you for hosting the challenge and kindly including even soft fics (even though I feel like my soft got lost in translation a bit).

Prompt: “Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.” - bold in the text, pls don’t @ me for the way I used it.

Stepping back into your and Steve’s shared bedroom and study room in one, you froze on spot, heart leaping to your throat.

You were lucky you didn’t drop your coffee and snack upon the sight of him, your fingers gripping the items tighter in surprise instead. But fuck, was it a close call.

Because few minutes ago, you moved to the kitchen to grab some refreshments for your brain. Relaxed air had settled over your tiny but loving household on a late Sunday morning; Steve was chilling on the bed, while you sat by your desk, laptop in your lap as your fingers danced over the keyboard, putting into words your latest… uhm, story. It was going great too and being able to steal glances at your gorgeous fiancé and muse in one person was a pleasant bonus.

Steve was, as sheepish as it sometimes made you, well-acquainted with your passion for writing, even rooting for you in his fully-supportive partner mode at all times. He read a few things of yours, both dirty and sweet ones, and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself. You weren’t hiding things from him, never had to; and damn, did it feel good for both of you.

So technically, you knew there was a chance you’d find him behind your desk, eyes skimming over your words since you left the computer opened, just like the document, but… well.

Nothing could prepare you for the sight on him actually doing it, shoulders tense, Adam’s apple bobbing, breathing shaky as his chest kept rising and falling irregularly.

Your own breath hitched at the sight, face feeling like set aflame, pulse hammering in your temples.

Oh no. Oh shit. This wasn’t happening--

Truth was, you really had no problem sharing your stories with Steve. But this one… well, fuck. You were so fucking screwed.

“Oh---oh honey,” you stuttered, the endearment you rarely used tasting foreign on your tongue. That was how out of it you were upon realizing what was happening here.

Steve was reading it. Steve was reading that thing. That shameless, entirely dubious thing that--- this was bad. Bad, bad, bad, really fucking bad—he hadn’t run for the hills before, no matter how filthy your stories got, but now he certainly would.

Steve’s head snapped to you at instant, cheeks flushed, eyes wide as he was caught red-handed.

“You- uh, you weren’t supposed to… see that,” you stuttered awkwardly, still unable to move an inch.

Maybe you should run for the hills just so you wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath?

He didn’t react apart from spinning in the chair to face you, throat working again as his gaze trailed up and down your figure clad in a simple shirt and shorts, fluffy socks to keep your feet warm. Despite your plain outfit, his gaze burned with intensity and dare to say hunger, enough to stir heat in your belly.

Realizing this might be the last time you’d ever see him (okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration, maybe, but better safe than sorry), you let yourself to take him in as well, again, even if you knew every line of his body, every detail. The cut of his jaw, tendons in his throat tense as well as his shoulders, long fingers griping the armrests, legs slightly parted, accenting the unmistakable growing bulge between them.

Your heart skipped a startled and excited beat. Oh. Well. At least he liked what he read, you supposed, even if all bells in your head were ringing it alarm, because… that. That kind of story would be a little too much for him, you had thought.

Was it?

“Come here,” he whispered, voice hoarse as if he had just woken up, the same voice that caressed your ear as he rutted into you, in the lazy loving which so perfectly fit a morning like this.

Willing your feet to move, teeth sunk into your lower lip, your fluffy socks padded almost soundlessly against the floor as you obeyed his request.

He gestured for you to rid yourself of the items in your hands; once again, you obliged.

The second your hands were free, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you in for a dirty kiss, fingers sinking into your hair to keep you exactly where he wanted you. Sighing in relief, you relaxed into his affection and he wasted no time licking into your mouth, his free hand gripping onto your shirt (his shirt) to drag you into his lap.

A hazardous position in an office chair, one might think. But you had a lot of practice with your favourite professor.

Sliding lower in the seat and pulling you up, Steve positioned you to his liking, drawing an appreciative hum from you as his erection rubbed deliciously against your core. You felt him smile into the kiss at the little sound you made, his fingers digging into your flesh in order to press you into him further, rutting against your quickly dampening centre.

Okay, who were you kidding. You had been writing down your filthy fantasy, you were already soaked, Steve’s movements and apparent enthusiasm just adding to the heat. A whine escaped your lips when he withdrew a fraction, giving you a chance to breathe, hand slipping under your shorts to fondle your lower cheek.

“Well, I did see it, sweetheart,” Steve said lowly, a little too short of breath for the teasing to work in his favour. Still, your stomach twisted in anticipation of what was to follow. “And I want it.”

Your eyes snapped open, your lips parting in awe, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You met his eyes, dark pupils having almost swallowed the blue of his irises, gaze intent to prove his point. Fuck. You could come right now if he kept you sitting exactly as you were and watching you like that.

It was one thing to see him react to your fantasy laid bare for him to see – voluntarily or not – but him admitting it out loud, well that was just a whole new fucking level.

Now the idea of that actually being doable was planted in our brain and your core clenched at the wistful image you had painted with your words.

It took you another minute of staring at each other to realize what exactly he was saying without explicitly voicing it.

“Wait, right now?” you blurted out breathlessly, a single nod and a kiss to the corner of your mouth your only answer.

Fuck. Shit. Okay.

“A-alright. Let’s do this then,” you stuttered, as thrilled as nervous.

You didn’t expect that – but you weren’t one to let the opportunity pass. You framed Steve’s face with your palms, his beard rough against your skin, and pressed your lips to his in a hurried kiss, eager to get him where you needed him before he changed his mind. Last grind of your hips, swallowing his content hum, you climbed from his lap to search for something that would hold.

“Bed. Now.”

Your fingers were shaking a bit under his intent gaze as they slipped under his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Steve was sitting on the bed now, legs parted enough for you to stand between them, watching our every move. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to the way he was looking at you – so tender, with longing and yet with such lust.

It lit your nerves on fire in the worst and best ways and that was alright with you, as long as you’d get to keep him.

He smiled at you softly, a little quirk to his eyebrow when he caught you staring and not springing into action just yet.

“What is it, babygirl?”

His hands trailing up your waist made it harder to answer.

You sighed, feeling your earlier confidence wavering. “You’re just so fucking pretty, it’s unreal.”

His lips curled up in a smirk, but the light in his eyes gave away just how much the compliment meant for him. He pulled you closer, a breathy kiss landing on your clothed stomach.

“That coming from you… could look at you all day, you must already know that,” he murmured to your shirt, sending a sparkle of courage up your chest.

You ruffled his hair and pushed him away with a chuckle, mirroring his previous smirk.

“Well, you won’t, not this time,” you sing-sang cheekily, stepping over his thigh to kneel on the bed behind him, hearing his breath catch, his hand brushing your thigh as you danced out of his reach.

Placing the scarf over his forehead first, you felt your insides twist in anticipation, fingertips tingling. God, you were really doing this.

“You ready, Professor Rogers?” you hummed to his ear, marvelling at the effect the title had on him, always, as his hands clenched into fists on his thighs.

“When you say it like that, babygirl? Yes, I am,” he grumbled, causing you to bit down on your lip.

Making sure you didn’t tie the knot too tight nor too loose, you moved the fabric so it would cover his eyes.

“Good?”

“Uh-huh,” was his wordless answer as you let your hands slid to his bare shoulders.

Steve was undoubtedly a specimen. He was every male-attracted person’s wet dream and you were the one getting your hands on him. You thanked heaven and hell for it every day. The barely visible lines of his abs, toned chest… but Christ, it was his back that would be your downfall.

Allowing your hands to wander, your fingertips traced the hard lines of his deltoids, a featherlight touch making him shudder and your mouth to actually salivate. Dropping a kiss between his shoulder blades, you scooted closer so you were literally breathing down his neck, palms sprawled over his triceps, caressing his thick biceps, down his forearms and over his fists and all the way back up.

It was almost like a beginning of a massage, you supposed, but no one could blame you if you were enjoying the sensation on your palms a little too much. You didn’t get the opportunity to appreciate Steve’s physique like this often enough. So you indulged yourself a few more times, applying more pressure, dropping a kiss to the crook of his neck every once in a while. He winced at the accidental scrape of your nails up his forearm, causing you to halt in your movements.

“You still good?” you questioned quietly, genuinely worried for a second. You realized he had barely made a sound so far.

“You could say that, yeah,” he choked out you felt your lips curl up into a smile. Stealing a glance over his shoulder, you took notice of the unmistakable hard outline on his sweatpants and gleefully resumed your movements, nibbling on his shoulder before soothing the skin with a gentle lick. “Babygirl…”

“Yeah?”

“You know what. Don’t test me,” he warned, only making you smile wider.

“Or what?”

He turned his head to side despite not being able to see you, giving you a perfect view of how tense was his jaw. Oh, you could imagine the stern look he wanted to scold you with.

“Or you’re not gonna like what’s to come when I put my hands on you,” he threatened, sighing exasperatedly when you replied with a barely audible ‘promise?’.

“In all seriousness though… what if you… uhm, couldn’t?” you asked reluctantly, not keen on sharing what you wanted… but wanting it really badly. You were sensing a pattern within yourself, seriously.

“I don’t follow--- oh,” escaped him soundlessly as your fingers attempted to wrap around his wrists and squeezed to give him a hint. “I don’t know about that, I mean-“

You felt your hear sink in disappointment, but you tried not to let it show, wondering how to try to convince him one more time. Sure, if it was a no-no, then you wouldn’t force him, he never forced you into anything either and this was about your mutual pleasure, but… now, having him partially at your mercy, the idea nudged insistently on your mind and the image of him with his hands tied above his head while you could do anything you pleased… you might have been soaking the shorts and the sheets at that.

“We don’t have to, Steve,” you assured him kindly, hundred percent honest despite planning on playing dirty. Your hands moved to his abdomen, caressing their way up his chest, accidently brushing over his left nipple, your lips moving to his ear. “But I’d be so good to you…”

“Babygirl,” he whispered, out of breath as your hand wandered down his happy trail, slipping just under the hem of his sweats, the fingers of your other hand moving to the neglected nipple, this time shamelessly toying with it.

“I’d be such a good girl for you, Professor Rogers,” you promised, keeping the smile off your voice when you heard him gulp, his cock visibly twitching. “I’d be really, really nice. Don’t you want that, Professor?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay-“

“Good choice,” you said approvingly, dropping a kiss to his cheek, making him groan and probably regret his decision already. You stood up, quickly looking for something you could use. “Just so you know, I think this is where the same rule applies,” you noted matter-of-factly. “You don’t like something I do, you want me to stop at any point, you tell me. I really want this to be good for you, Steve. So. What’s the word?”

From the front, you could see the blush that spread over his chest, causing you to bite your lip and nearly stumble over your feet. Good lord, Steve blindfolded, all flushed and waiting for you on the bed so you could do your worst--- now that was a sight to behold.

“Uhm… Waterloo?”

You bit your cheek so you wouldn’t laugh at his choice. It was cute and ridiculous... but also kinda hot, because well, Steve’s brains were just another turn-on for you. Of course he would choose something like that. Professor Steven Grant Rogers, history buff, certified hot nerd, the sweetest man to ever walk the Earth.

You pressed your lips together to prevent yourself from smiling too wide. You didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like he could see you.

“Okay. Waterloo it is,” you said, swiftly moving to the closet when another idea popped in your head.

Slipping into a new outfit before heading back, you were rather satisfied with yourself as you grabbed the two ties you found prior. Not that it would actually hold him – it was about the idea.

“You’re taking a bit long, babygirl…”

“And? You mind?” you teased him, stopping to stand in front of him. “Have some… pressing issues?”

“Keep it up, babygirl, see what happens once this is over,” he bit back, only making you chuckle at the perfect pass.

“I think there’s something else that’s up--- sorry, sorry,“ you mumbled when his hand landed blindly on your thigh.

His brows furrowed when he felt the difference.

“You changed.”

“Uh-huh.”

His hand trailed up curiously, right under your miniskirt and you let him… just until air got stuck in his throat upon finding you with nothing but the generous amount of slick covering your core.

“Fuck-“

“Nope,” you replied cheekily, even if the flicker of his finger caused you to shudder, his touch like liquid fire at this point.

Fuck, you wanted him. You wanted him right now and you wanted him to take you in every way he wanted… but the idea of him at your mercy was appealing enough for you to control yourself.

You grasped his wrist and shoved it away; he allowed it, but not without whining pitifully.

“Lie down, Steve, please. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You better,” he grunted, unwillingly moving up the bed, obediently spreading out on the sheets and letting you guide his arms up as you climbed over him and tied his wrists together.

“Not too tight?”

He shook his head, a smirk crossing over his lips. You rolled your eyes at the double meaning, but you guessed it served you right.

Oh, but would you wipe that smirk off…

Securing the knot, you shifted to be face to face with him, lips hovering just above his mouth, breathing the same air and hoping to begin the sweet torture.

You had to admire his patience; despite definitely noticing your positions, Steve didn’t move an inch. It was up to you then – and the premise sent another thrill through your veins. Oh, you’d break him in the most delicious ways.

As soon as you erased the distance, his lips sunk into yours hungrily, wet and soft in the contrast to his beard, the sensation you adored, having you squirming above him until you remembered again that you were the one in control.

You kissed him with vigour, licking into his mouth, one hand still where his were joined, the other pressing against his chest. Your tongue met his, revelling at his taste and at another of his tries to dominate the kiss, to set things as they usually were. But as much as you loved it when he took charge… not today.

Parting abruptly, his lips following on instinct, you couldn’t but grin to yourself. Kissed his fingertips, you lingered at the one still glistening with your juices. You took it to your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and sucking lightly, feeling Steve’s heart speed up under your palm like crazy.

When you lightly grazed the skin with your teeth, his groan and the way his hips thrusted upward was the best reward you could get.

Kissing a trail down his arm – because goddammit you loved his arms – you hummed to yourself contentedly whenever you could feel the slightest shift of his body under yours and greedy for more contact, you allowed yourself to put most of your weight fully on him.

The choked sound it elicited from him startled you at first – until you realized that with your skirt hiked up, you weren’t the only one enjoying the skin-on-skin contact, your slick coating Steve’s lower stomach just above his sweats. Hopefully it was giving him ideas – it was certainly was to you.

Rustle of fabric, ragged breaths, occasional smacking noise when you moved up or left a small hickey on his shoulder and above his collarbone. Your fingers toyed gently with his nipples as you kissed his sternum before replacing your hands with your mouth once more, sucking, drawing a quiet whimper from him.

Fuck couldn’t get enough of the noises he was making. The pretty breathless moans of your name, the curses slipping from his lips… it was like music, but on a desperately low volume.

“What is it you always tell me?” you teased, lamely covering for the fact that your own arousal was nearly uncontainable. Shit, you loved how sensitive his nipples were… how much more sensitive he must have been now, no visual, laser focused on every touch instead? You wanted more… so much more. “Don’t hold these pretty sounds from me?”

Steve gritted his teeth at the remark, but as soon as you positioned your heat directly over his hard length and rolled your hips, he sang for you beautifully.

“Shit, sweetheart-“

The rush of confidence, the feeling of power was almost overwhelming – the image of him, lips parted in mute pleasure, certainly was. You were a little too close to climbing your own peak a little too quickly to your liking.

Sitting up straight, you undulated your hips few times, hands tracing patterns over Steve’s rapidly rising chest and abs. Much to his obvious dislike, you all too soon slid lower, your mouth making its way down his abdomen and then you finally, finally rid him of his sweatpants and boxers in one go.

His cock sprang free, hard and red at the tip, leaking just enough to cause your mouth to water and your thighs to rub together to give yourself some of the friction you craved so much.

Hands planted on his hips, you kissed along his hip bones and the apex of his thighs, taking your sweet time exploring everything you could – except for where you suspected he wanted you the most. You had to grin for yourself when you cupped his balls, causing him to hiss in relief, the muscles of his abdomen and legs clenching beautifully.

“Talk to me, Steve,” you hummed as you replaced your hand with your tongue, licking a stripe towards his base.

“Christ- don’t stop--“

“Eloquent as always, Professor,” you retreated, causing him to let out a growly sound you never heard before and had your core tingle, cunt feeling awfully empty.

Christ was right, alright. Seeing his chest heaving, fingers twitching as if he wanted nothing but to tug at your hair to keep you there and stuff your mouth full of his cock--- if you didn’t get some soon, you might actually combust.

So you put your mouth back to work on his sack again, fingers barely curling around the base of his cock, giving a first experimental stroke before you squeezed a bit tighter – and then swiftly moved away, his hips following on instinct in, craving more.

“For fuck’s --- how did I ever think you were sweet and nice?” he complained huskily, impatience lacing his voice.

You chuckled, but heard him out, leaving his balls in order to give more attention to his impressive and possibly painfully hard length.

“Beats me,” you retorted, hands busy with gentle strokes to his shaft. “I mean, we literally got together thanks to you finding out I wrote about sucking and riding your dick right in your office, Professor Rogers.”

“You little-“

His protests died in his throat, features twisting in wordless pleasure when you finally wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, delivering a few kitten licks to the tip. His taste exploded on your tongue, eliciting a content hum which he certainly felt too, because a jerk of his hips pushed him deeper to your mouth.

Slowly swallowing as much as you could without having him hit the back of your throat, you curled your hand tighter around the base and started bobbing your head.

A string of breathless profanities left his mouth whenever you squeezed, only getting filthier when you hollowed your cheeks. It was all encouragement you needed to take him deeper, giving him a taste of heaven as his tip brushed the back of your throat.

“Babygirl, fuck, fuck, yeah--- just like that…”

Your own arousal became unbearable, a surge of hot need squeezing your insides at Steve’s praise. Slipping a hand under your skirt, you sighed in relief when your fingers caressed your lower lips, hips bucking forward in desperate need of more.

Your predicament was impossible to solve – you wanted him inside you already, so badly, but fuck the picture Steve made, even if blurry as tears prickled your eyes whenever he hit the back of your throat, was just too divine.

Lips crimson with how he kept biting at them to keep at least a little quiet, hair sticking to his forehead, muscles drawn tight like strings as he kept clenching them both unwittingly and consciously in hope to get you where he wanted you and the fresh taste of him whenever you did something he particularly liked--- you simply had to feast your eyes on him. And he couldn’t do the same… or take charge for that matter.

So fucking pretty like this.

And you were the only one seeing him like that, tied up, helpless against the assault on his senses sans vision. He gave himself up to you like that, willingly. The thought warmed you up inside out, enough to drive you nearly as crazy as if you were in his place.

Wasting no time with preparation you didn’t need, you pushed two fingers into your core at once, whimpering around Steve’s cock when you did. Your whole body relaxed, the pent-up desire easing a little and yet burning hotter. You pumped your fingers slowly, the sensation so blissful you had to remind yourself to keep working on Steve too.

Still, your actions didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you—are you touching yourself, babygirl?” he whispered, tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

It took you a second to swallow the baseless embarrassment and literally swallow, causing Steve to let out a moan so wrecked and pretty you felt your pussy clamp around your fingers.

Hoping your words would come out less shy than you felt when saying them, you released Steve’s length with a wet pop to tease him some more.

“Yeah, I am…. Why? You want a taste?” you asked sweetly, clearing your throat that suddenly felt so empty.

The guttural moan that erupted in Steve’s chest was music to your ears, his cock twitching and glistening with fresh beads of precum a sight to behold.

“Yeah, babygirl… give it to me,” he choked out and the genuine desire in his voice was like a punch to your solar plexus. Your walls clenched around your fingers, the familiar coil in your abdomen tightening.

Swallowing a pitiful sigh at the loss, you stretched over the warm length of Steve’s body, gulping when his own parted in invitation.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Reluctantly, you let the fingers sticky with your juices brush over Steve’s lips, gasping when his tongue instantly slid out to lick at the essence eagerly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Fuck, always so sweet, babygirl…” he muttered, your breath stuck in your throat when his mouth blindly chased after your fingers before you could withdraw your hand.

“Oh my god-“ you choked out, mesmerized, your pussy clamping around nothing.

He sucked greedily, the image alone causing your hips to rut against his, your clit catching against his rock-hard shaft. Your eyes fluttered close in bliss, stars exploding behind your eyelids.

Unwittingly, you worked your hips faster, riding Steve’s thick cock even without having him inside. The friction, the soaked fabric of your skirt brushing against your clit, the sensation of Steve’s tongue lapping at your fingers as if he had his mouth on your pussy instead--- you felt the coil in your belly snap, the world turning white before you knew how.

You came with a broken cry, blissed out and shocked at the sudden release, but riding your pleasure out on instinct.

Grazing your fingers with his teeth as he let go, Steve spoke words so filthy our head spun.

“That’s it, babygirl. Fuck. Look how little my girl needed to come all over my cock. Using me so shamelessly. You must have really wanted it, didn’t you…” he said, voice hoarse with a tint of smugness as you came back from your high, the dirty talk only already riling you up again.

You had no idea what just happened, but you had a feeling Steve immensely enjoyed it as he somehow got the upper hand on you despite being the one tied up.

For someone who was supposed to have all blood out of his brain and have it in his dick instead, he was way too smug… but you’d reverse it again. He had no idea what was about to hit him.

Stealing a kiss to taste ourself on his tongue, your fingers went to remove the blindfold.

Your professor was, in certain aspects, still just a simple guy – he liked a good visual. It was silly of you to rid him of it in the first place, no matter how much fun you had with it.

Steve blinked in surprise, squinting against the sudden light, while you slipped out of your bralette, leaving you in nothing but your very schoolgirl-like mini skirt. You smiled at him sweetly, kissing his mouth once more, thumb softly brushing his lips as you towered over him, nearly giving him a view of what was under the fabric.

“I always want you,” you whispered with a smile, your hand cupping your breast, gently tweaking your nipple, his gaze following the movement as his fingers twitched. You bit the inside of your cheek, hand slowly trailing down. “Want you to touch me, everywhere. Always so wet and ready for you…”

Dark eyes watched you as you slipped your fingers under the waist of the skirt, a tiny mewl escaping you when the pad of your fingers bumped into your clit.

You would have felt stupid trying to give him a show after you came after almost nothing, but the warning growl of your name once again assured you that unsexy was the last thing that came to Steve’s mind when looking at you. It warmed both your belly and your heart. You almost felt regretful for a moment that you were still keeping him hanging, neglecting his no doubt aching cock, but he thought he had the upper hand here.

He was wrong.

“Always thinking of you… even when I’m alone, always thinking about your fingers, stretching me so good, about you fucking me, so hard till I’m screaming your name,” you continued in hushed voice, revelling at how tight his jaw set, eyes narrowed, breathing once again picking up.

“Babygirl—”

“Oops, sorry,” you chipped, pecking his lips as you withdrew your hand, quickly drawing a trail of kisses down his chest and abdomen, unable to resist a lick here and there where the line of his muscles looked particularly tasty. “Just thought you’d like to see my mouth on you. You like to watch, Professor Rogers, no?”

He never got a chance to answer as you guided him to your mouth again, holding his gaze as he indeed watched, eyebrows furrowing, each breath hitching, soon chanting your name. You caressed his balls as well, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his length, your other hand firmly around his base.

You were the first to avert his gaze as your eyes fluttered close so you could fully focus on your task, relaxing your throat.

“Babygirl--- fuck me-- I’m gonna-“

You eased up a bit, earning a frustrated growl, the corners of your lips rising a bit as you imagined the ugly glare he must have shot you.

Thinking about it, closing your eyes was a mistake.

You never saw it coming as a hand suddenly sunk into your hair, yanking you up face to face with him, alarmed eyes staring into black ones as his pupils nearly swallowed all the blue or his irises.

He had slipped out of the poorly tied bonds, clearly fed up with your shenanigans.

Ah-oh, sounded in the back of your mind.

Another part of you didn’t fail to notice that despite the swift movement and calling an end to your games, Steve’s fingers were careful not to pull too harshly, making sure he was cradling your head safely. Same when he rolled you over, trapping you under the hard lines of muscle you had been tasting a moment ago, protective cage of his arms around your head.

If you weren’t so startled, you would have swooned.

You never got the chance, because any possible sound was muffled by his mouth crashing into yours, hand slipping from your nape to your throat to keep you in place with a wordless warning, hips pressed to yours just in case you would want to escape.

You would never. Even if you had a hunch Steve was about to ruin you in a way that would have you feel it for days.

Having enough of your mouth for the moment, giving you a chance to gasp for air, he stared at you smugly, one corner of his perfectly red lips raised in a smirk.

“Wicked little thing, aren’t you?” he grunted, thumb caressing the hollow of your throat softly, causing you to gulp.

You summoned your best innocent look, doe-like eyes that usually worked. “S-sorry?”

A flicker of a smile as he forced his knee between your thighs, instantly pressing against your still sensitive core.

“I don’t think you are, babygirl,” he huffed, nosing the crook of your neck, biting down sharper than you expected, a yelp erupting from your throat. He soothed in with the pad of his thumb, smiling wide, something soft in his eyes when he looked at you again. You were so fucking baffled at what that meant. ”That perfect filthy mind of yours… and you still get a bit shy, huh?”

“W-what?”

“You know what I think, babygirl?” he whispered intimately, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “I think that you left the document opened on purpose.”

Your rapidly beating heart stopped in your chest, wind knocked out of you completely.

Fuck.

You were so busted.

Steve had read you like a book wide open--- because of course he did.

Yes, there had been a great part of you who wished for him to see it, hoping in this exact outcome; there had been an equally great part dreading what he would think about you. Writing the story down, you were thinking a bit more with your pussy than your brain though, so you decided to leave it for Steve to read. If he went for it, maybe you’d get something from it. If he didn’t, you’d move on. No harm no fool, right?

Right. No.

Now he did know and saw right through your little trick. And damn, did he look proud of himself for figuring it out. You were in so much trouble.

Somehow, you were as horrified as excited.

Steve chuckled as you swallowed against your suddenly dry throat, eyes no doubt wide as saucers.

“Oh, you did. Too shy to ask for it, leaving that to me instead. My sneaky, needy girl,” he muttered, fondness and humour with a dark lilt in his voice.

“I—I didn’t know how-“ you stuttered, feeling your face burning in embarrassment at his tone, just a smidge patronizing.

You averted his gaze, a vain attempt really, knowing he wouldn’t let you. Slipping two fingers under your chin, he guided you to face him again.

“Didn’t know how… hmm… so you thought you’d play me? That’s really naughty, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry… Professor Rogers,” you added quickly in hopes to mollify him, indeed earning a sweet kiss.

“Oh, it’s okay, babygirl. You know why?” he tested you and you could only shake your head lightly, guessing at best what kind of revenge awaited you. “Because you’re my good girl and you’ll let me settle the score. I’ll play with you now. It’s only fair, no?”

Oh fuck, here it came.

For a brief second, his lust-filled eyes appeared startingly clear and sober, boring into yours with a serious question.

It’s only fair, no? he had said.

It’s alright with you if the roles reverse, right? was what he was truly asking, checking, always checking if you were okay, just like you had been checking with him.

Because sex was fun, but only if all parties were on board.

Because Steve was sweet, considerate, soft and loving and he was everything you ever looked for in a man and more. You trusted him. You always did and you trusted him now – he would make you feel so so good. It was never really a question.

“Y—yes, it is.”

“Good girl,” he praised you, causing your core to weep. And he knew it, oh did he know and shamelessly used it against you... a little payback to all the professor you’d been throwing around. “Close your eyes.”

And you did. The blindfold came first, then hands, his fingers skimming over your forearms teasingly, feather-light touch on your sensitive skin, before he finally brought them up and tied them together.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

No, you were absolutely not ready, but your body was buzzing with desire again at that point, so you breathed a soft yes. And maybe, just maybe… no matter how you had enjoyed driving him crazy, cheeky and full of feeling of power, this felt like home. Because you trusted him – and so you gave yourself to him wholly.

He hummed in contentment as you confirmed, causing you shiver as he nosed the skin under your ear. “Good. Because I’m going to wreck you for that little stunt of yours.”

His words tickled the sensitive skin and shit, okay, your nerve endings were tingling, the sensation amplified tenfold with your eyes covered. Steve really was going to wreck you.

Mouth moving to your breast, he took the nipple in his mouth, shifting so the head of his cock nudged at your weeping opening, pushing just a bit with a promise of a delicious stretch, almost, almost there.

“Please,” was all you managed to breathe out, growing impatient, hissing when gave a playful bite to the underside of your breast, sending a surge of arousal through your veins. You back arched, a mewl escaping your when Steve moved his hips away completely, denying you.

“And you’re gonna take it, aren’t you?” he muttered to your skin, lips trailing lower and lower, warm and soft, beard leaving behind a delicious burn.

“Y- yes.”

“Good girl. And what else are you going to do? Tell me,” he encouraged you, large palms pushing your thighs apart so he could fit the insanely broad shoulders between them.

Mind foggy with need, senses overwhelmed, you still had enough wits to understand what he wanted to hear.

“Thank you,” you breathed out.

“Damn straight.” His words were a damp hot blow of air against your mound, causing your hips to jolt as if your body was begging to be taken apart by him already – blissfully aware of how he would put it back together again.

And with an inevitable scratch to your lower lips and a kitten lick to your swollen bud for starters, Steve did.

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I sincerely apologize for twisting the prompt and not even being able to write a soft enough fic the one time I’m supposed to.

But I hope you enjoyed anyway. I mean, if you made it to the end…

Thank you for reading :-*

Your Anika I’m-Not-a-Smut-Writer Ann

P.S. Fic loosely relates to one of the reblogs of this series: “You know one good thing about being an erotic writer is - you don’t have to talk about your embarrassing kinks. You want to tie your boyfriend up? You just email him a story about it 'subtly’ hinting at it.” Close enough?

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My Favorite Kind Of Night - 5.

Camboy!Bucky x CEO!Reader

Part 5 of this series

Run-through: On Friday nights, you are punctual to your virtual meet-up with your favorite camboy over a streaming platform, for your private stream session. You’ve known him for a couple of months now. He goes by the alias of ‘Winter Soldier’ on the platform, which is perfect for the kind of man he is; brawny and drop dead gorgeous. Over the past few months, he has become your favorite kind of night. And secretly, you became his as well. You two get closer over time, and things get interesting when your real, professional lives gets intertwined.

Themes throughout the series: sex worker!bucky, smut, phone sex, fluff, language, dirty talk

“Am I in trouble?” Bucky asked, being subtly playful with his words and tone, on the phone and watched how your smirk grew slightly bigger.

Oh was he a sight. Black shirt, grey tie and that damn hair of his tied up in a bun. His beard wasn’t so full today, it was a light stubble and you loved it just the same. He stood by his door as he answered the phone.

How the fuck did you not see the resemblance before?

“I don’t know, come find out.” With that said, you ended the call and winked at him before turning around and walking back into your office. You could feel Bucky’s stare on your back as you did, and you didn’t mind it one bit.

Once inside, you waited. You didn’t really know where this was gonna go, or how it would play out but all you knew was that you needed to clear the confusion at once. Not even seconds later, you heard knocks on your door.

Your heart raced. “Come in.” you called out and took a deep breath as soon as you saw Bucky stepping in. He seemed relaxed, but what you didn’t know is that his heart was racing faster than yours was.

“You called?” he played along, shutting the door behind him and stepping into the room, a bit closer to you on the couch by your desk. And you smirked again.

“I believe you and I need to talk.”

He cleared his throat and looked down at the marble flooring before looking back up at you again. There was no awkwardness, just a lot of tension. So dense that Bucky could physically feel it. “I think so too.” He took the liberty of taking a seat right across you, on the other couch facing the one you sat on. The coffee table being the only thing between you two. “Are you planning on handing me my termination letter?”

He knew it wouldn’t come to that, but he had to ask.

You smiled at him and shook your head. “No. Rest assured that none of this will affect your job in any way. Your position in this company is secured, James. We wouldn’t want to lose you.”

Your reply made him feel a tad less nervous but he was still unsure of what would happen to you and him.

He studied your face intently, waiting for you to say something. You initially thought you’d be all confident but now that you were this close to him, you got a little nervous.

You cleared your throat. “Did you know? Before the other night that… you know, all that happened. Did you know it was me all along?” you trailed off not knowing how to word it properly.

He replied right away. “No. I didn’t.” he exhaled loudly. “But now that we do know, does that change anything between us?” he asked right after, not wanting to leave any room for awkwardness.

You liked him, a lot. And he liked you too, a lot. And something like that wasn’t going to change that.

“No, Bucky. It doesn’t.” You took a deep breath and straightened your shoulders. “Look, it doesn’t have to be awkward. We’ve known each other for months. But we just didn’t know that it was, you know, us. Besides, it doesn’t really change much, does it?”

He shook his head. “Does anything about… this whole thing with me make you uncomfortable?” he asked.

You shook your head immediately, and answered truthfully. “No. No, because at the end of the day, it’s you.” You watched how he cracked a little smile at your words. “It’s been you all along.”

He nodded, agreeing. Then smiled and looked at you, “Do you still like me?”

His question made you crack a little smile. “Of course I like you. I like you a lot. And I don’t want to lose what we have. And what we could potentially have in the future.”

He smiled at you. “I don’t want to lose that either.” He studied you for a second. You seemed calm, just a little shy. Bucky smirked, then asked, “So, how’s your roommate’s arm?” he had a smug look on his face when you lifted your gaze to look at him.

You smirked, picking up on his playful demeanor. And just like that, it was gone; the nervousness, the slight awkwardness, the fear of messing this up and losing what you had with each other. It went back to being comfortable and playful again.

You stood up from the couch and walked around the large coffee table, Bucky leaned back in the couch. He would never get tired of watching you walking his way. Determination and confidence in your step, that wild hunger in your eyes, you made him weak and you didn’t even know it.

Or maybe you did. Because once you lowered yourself down on his lap and straddle his thighs, you placed the palm of your hand on his chest, and through the cool material of his dark shirt, you could feel his heart racing.

You giggled and Bucky spread his legs apart a little more, his hands reaching behind you and cupping your butt instinctively to hold you closer to him. “Not being so professional now, are we?”

You chuckled. “Oh shut up.” You leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the side of his mouth. He smiled as you did. There’s nothing he loved more than feeling your warm body pressed to his.

“I knew it.” he purred, “Oh the things I would have to do now to keep my job…” He joked, sighing dramatically, and you giggled again, pushing your face into his neck. You kissed his skin softly, then licked a thin stripe from the side of his throat up till beneath his ear. He moaned and squeezed your butt.

“You gotta work for it, soldier.” You whispered in his ear and the hairs at the back of his neck stood up. “You gotta work really, really hard for it. I’m not easily pleased you know.” You kissed the shell of his ear and felt his squeeze your butt again.

He groaned. “Don’t play with me, babygirl.” He spoke in the same tone he uses to tease you during his livestreams. The same voice he has used multiple times to edge you until you lose your god damn mind. The same voice which made you cum over and over again on multiple occasions.

You pulled away, feeling more confident and playful as ever, you looked into his eyes and smirked. “Or what?” you challenged him and he liked it.

Bucky slowly moved one of his hand from your butt, trailing slowly up till your neck where he gently wrapped his long fingers around your throat and pulled your face closer to his. “Or I’m gonna take you right here on this couch.” He whispered gently. “I’m gonna fuck you like I own you. And you’re gonna like it.” he spoke, softly, looking you deep in the eyes.

You visibly trembled and shifted in his lap – which then made you aware of his growing bulge. You felt it, through the material of his slacks. You felt his big, thick length pressing against your inner thighs. And you knew then, that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

“Think I would like that a lot actually.”

Bucky held your chin in between his forefinger and his thumb, and he looked into your eyes intensely. “Yeah?” he asked, and you nodded. He smirked and his thumb soon moved to touch your soft lips gently. He traced the shape of your mouth and slowly pushed his thumb past your lips, into your mouth. You took him in immediately, tongue wrapping around his finger and you sucked on his finger with nothing but mischief in your eyes. He chuckled. “You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

You closed your eyes and moaned at his words and how his voice dropped an octave. You had heard those words multiple times through livestreams and phone calls. But to hear it in person… it reverberated inside you and sent tingles down your spine. Which only made your desire burn brighter.

Bucky hissed and groaned as you gently nibbled on his finger. He smirked when he caught the playful and fierce look in your eyes. “You really want it, don’t you?” he purred. “You’re gonna make me fuck you right here, won’t you?” he pulled his finger out of your mouth and wrapped his fingers around your throat again, squeezing just a little as he pulled you closer to him again. “Gonna make me fuck your wet, greedy little cunt, huh?” he chuckled, darkly. “Can’t get enough, can you?”

You were a dripping wet, whining mess from his words alone and you couldn’t take it anymore. The need to have him, touch him was burning hot, and pressing. And you just needed to do something about it. You scrambled to your feet, getting off his lap and knelt in between his legs in less than a second.

He chuckled when as he watched you; his body language showed how cocky and confident he was. “So eager…” he stroked your hair while you hurried and undid his pants, pulling his cock out.

You wrapped your hands around his cock and placed your mouth on his tip; your tongue slowly circling his tip. Bucky held your head gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. You bobbed your head around his tip; taking him in inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck…” he moaned, throwing his head back. “That’s it, doll. Take all of me.”

That nickname did things to you…

You felt all of him against your tongue, his velvety smooth skin and all the veins on his thick cock. You repeated your actions, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him as best as you could. The sounds which left his mouth were downright sinful and it only made your body throb even more.

Bucky quickened the pace at which he moved in and out of you; eager to chase his orgasm. He twitched against your tongue and you tasted some of his pre cum which you swallowed and got back to moving your mouth up and down his cock.

Deciding to mess with him a little, you took him out of your mouth and teased him a little bit; licking his cock from his base all the way to his tip; dragging your tongue over his slit while your hands toyed with his balls. Bucky swore under his breath as he looked down at you with a warning in his eyes.

“Don’t tease me, babygirl.” And those words were all it took for you to take him back into your mouth and suck on his cock until he came undone all over your tongue. You swallowed all that he gave you and you licked him clean; before you settled back onto his lap just like before. “Now that’s a good girl. So good that you get to have whatever you want.” He kissed your neck and your heart fluttered. “Tell me, babygirl. What do you want?”

You whined again at the sound of his voice. “I… I just want you, Buck. Please.” You begged and he smirked against your skin.

Within the next minute, you were lying on the couch on your back, with Bucky’s face in between your legs. You knew no one would come into your office without knocking first, but still, getting down and dirty like this at work did give you a rush.

Bucky looked up at you as he kissed his way up and down your inner thighs. You couldn’t help but giggle at how ticklish you felt when his rough stubble scratched against your soft skin. He noticed and purposely teased you even more to a point where you were squirming against him.

“That tickles, huh?” he asked, nibbling on your skin. You opened your mouth to answer him, but all that came out was a moan and a pathetic whine. He chuckled. “Gotta be quiet, we can’t get caught, babygirl.”

Your back arched off the surface of the couch as his tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit and licked down, parting your wet folds with ease. Your arousal, and your wetness drenched the lower half of his face. But he didn’t seem to mind it. His sole purpose was to make you come undone all over his tongue. Your legs wrapped around his head, Bucky made you squirm and whine incessantly.

“You taste so sweet, babygirl…”

Your taste drove him wild, so did your soft whimpers. Fuck… he’s been waiting for this for so long. Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it gently, messing his man bun, as he flicked his tongue over your clit over and over again. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you; making you cry out loud.

“Buck… please!” you cried, whining in pleasure. Your body hot and needy.

He chuckled against your wet cunt. “No.” you trembled under him at the denial. “What, all those days that you teased me with your photos,” he kissed your clit, “tortured me, made me wish I was right here tasting this sweet little cunt,” he kissed your further down, “and you think you just get to cum so easily?” he chuckled again and lifted both your legs and placed then over his shoulders. “Oh no babygirl, you will not cum until I tell you to.”

Bucky ate you out passionately, not caring about a single thing other than wanting to make you cum all over his tongue. And he did. You came violently all over his tongue, body trembling and shaking while you moaned his name out loud. It gave him a pleasant rush when he heard your strained voice moan out his name. He had heard it before, yet each time it made his heart flutter and filled his brain with filth all the same.

He barely gave you enough time to recover from your orgasm, and the next thing you knew; you were lying on the couch with him hovering above you, and he had that feral look in his eyes. You whimpered and bit your lower lip as you awaited his touch. You could feel his growing bulge as it rested against your dripping core while Bucky leaned in to kiss your face gently.

He chuckled as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Think you’re being sneaky, huh?” he kissed the shell of your ear. “Think I can’t see how you’re desperately trying to grind against me, trying to get me inside of you already, doll?” his words made you gasp because you mindlessly had been grinding against him. “Just so eager and ready for me to stretch you out and fuck you raw, hmm?” he teased and you just about lost your mind.

You didn’t realize you had begun moving your hips faster as you got more and more needy, until you heard Bucky chuckle right in your ear. And the sound of his laughter sent chills down your spine, making your arch your back even more. “Come on babygirl, you know how to ask nicely.” He breathed into your ear and pulled away so he could watch how pretty you look when you beg for his cock.

He cooed and stroked your cheek each time you begged wantonly, unashamedly. “My dirty little girl wants my cock, is that it? That’s all you want, isn’t it baby?” he spoke as he slowly pushed himself inside you. “All you want is to be filled by my big cock, huh?” he hissed as he seated himself inside you completely. You whined and bit on your lower lip to keep yourself quiet as he stretched you out deliciously.

You whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force. He groaned at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours; tugging on your lips and he started moving his hips and rocking into you slowly, then gradually increasing his pace.

You were too caught up in pleasure to even make sense of where you were, all that mattered was that you were close to Bucky. Your back arched off the velvety surface of the couch and your chest pressed to his. Bucky kissed you; his kiss was messy and hot.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and secured them at his lower back as each one of his thrusts got rougher than the last. You were a moaning mess under him in no time.

“You’re always so ready for me to ruin you, huh babygirl?” he spoke in your ear, groaning as you moved your hips forward to meet each one of his thrusts. He pounded into you, his hand reaching up your body, until it wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure. Bucky squeezed your throat gently, looking deep into your eyes.

“Look me at me.” He leaned in once again to give you a messy kiss. “You’re all mine.” Bucky mumbled under his breath as your moans got more and more frequent. “Only I can fuck you like this, you hear me?” His voice was laced with lust and passion as he rammed his cock into you like he owned you.

You nodded frantically, looking him in the eyes as your body moved along with his perfectly, your legs numb as he slammed into you relentlessly. Bucky slid his hand in between your connected, warm bodies and gently rubbed your clit, earning a loud moan out of you.

You felt a familiar warmth wash over you, and the pressure in between your hips became too much to handle, and you craved for release. “Buck… can I please cum?” you asked as he took you higher…and higher.

He chuckled and leaned in to nibble on the skin at your jaw. “You can’t take anymore, can you?” he cooed, his hips moving fast against yours. You whined and tugged on his hair. “It’s okay, baby. Cum for me. Come on.” he panted against your cheek, kissing the side of your face and squeezing your throat just a little.

Bucky didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came hard.

You whimpered at how he kept slamming into you even after you came, and your face burned as you felt the knot forming again right at your core. Bucky fucked you relentlessly; not even stopping for a second. He panted and groaned at how good you felt and shamelessly told you about it; whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him. “Just can’t seem to get enough of your greedy little cunt, baby.” he mumbled.

You moaned as you felt your second release approaching while the first was still fading. Your legs were numb, and your body moved along with his like a rag doll. “Bucky…” you whined. A rush coursed through your veins as you felt your mind clouding with lust again.

His large frame hovering above you as he tightened his grip around your throat just a little more. “Cum for me again babygirl, come on.” He growled, his lips dangerously close to yours as you whined and whimpered under him. Your body felt hot in his embrace.

You pushed your face into his neck and bit down on his skin as you came for the second time, walls tightening around his length. You lifted your hips to meet his thrust; chasing your release. Your body trembled under him as you came again; gushing out around his cock while he chased his own release.

Bucky came right after you, groaning and growling under his breath. He kissed you again, while you tried to steady your breathing and calm your racing heart. He chuckled when he pulled away to look at how messy you were all because of him. His hand left your throat and his thumb traced your mouth again, he was mesmerized by you.

“All mine.” he whispered. And you gave him a weary smile and pulled him in for a kiss again.

Bucky sat you on his lap and just wrapped his arms around you for a while longer after you two were done. And you hugged him back and slid your fingers into his lovely hair.

“So…?”

“Hmm?” He pushed his face into your neck and kissed your skin.

You had one burning question still. “Are you gonna continue camming?” You honestly had no problem with it. It was sharing him that you had a problem with. However, if he chose to continue with it, you knew you would support him no matter what.

He pulled away from your neck and smirked. “No, babygirl. I have a nice and stable job now. And I have my favorite girl right here with me. I don’t need to.”

You smiled, then playfully frowned and pouted. “But what about when I’m away on business trips and missing you?”

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “I’ll always be available for you, babygirl. I’ll be just one call away.” He pulled away and winked.

You smiled and kissed his forehead. Oh you were falling hard for this man. You pulled away from him and stared into those deep blue eyes. “I like you a lot, Mr. Barnes.”

He chuckled and reached out to touch your face softly. “I like you a lot too, boss.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes smut #camboy!bucky #bucky barnes imagine #marvel au #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes series

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years ago

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52 or 41 for the meet ugly? sternclay, nsfw if thats chill

Here it is!

52. you think I’m leering at you in the gym but really I’m studying your form and trying to learn how to make mine better Sternclay NSFW

This is the toughest part of Joseph’s workout, so he could do without the audience.

He first noticed the guy during his turn at the squat rack; taller than him, in a grey t-shirt and black shorts that show he has muscle to spare, with brown eyes that were on Joseph’s ass whenever he looked away. Were Joseph not in the middle of the kettlebell burpees sequence, he might even spare a glance of his own to see how he fills out the front of his shorts, but he’s tired and he’s been dealing with behind the back stares all day.

When he’s done, he takes a final look over his shoulder to see the guy still staring at him. Joseph locks eyes, watches his face flood with guilt as he becomes very focused on his shoes. He continues studying them, as if holding still might keep Joseph from coming closer.

“Okay, I sense you’re new here, so I’ll be polite: everyone checks people out at the gym now and then. But the rule is you don’t do it so fucking brazenly the other person notices.”

“I, uh, I wasn’t-”

“I counted you staring ten separate times, even when your workout had you facing away from me.” He crosses his arms, annoyed that the man has the gall to deny his blatant ogling.

“I, uh, I was studying your form” the newcomer rubs his wrist, sheepish, “I’m kinda new to, like, formal workout stuff, and you clearly know your shit, so I was trying to use you to figure out how to do my circuit without fucking up my spine.”

Joseph rolls his eyes; that’s the first lie anyone tells when they get called out for staring.

“I’m serious!” The man has the audacity to look perturbed. Joseph has zero interest in an argument but every desire to call his bluff.

“Well, if that’s the case, if we cross paths again you’re welcome to join me and I can give you pointers.”

With that, he heads towards the locker rooms. He doesn’t feel eyes on him once the whole walk there.

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“Hey.”

Joseph looks up from setting his fitbit to see his not-so-subtle admirer beside him. The taller man smirks, “you didn’t think I’d take you up on it, did you?”

“No. But I’m not about to go back on my offer. Or modify my work out if you join me. Make your choice accordingly.”

“Okay. What’s first?” His smile is friendly, but there’s a challenge in it. Joseph, who's been bored the entire day, is more than ready to rise to it.

“Jump rope. Nine minutes total.”

They find a spare rope for the other man, but he keeps getting his right foot caught.

“Drop your elbows some, when they’re too high it’s easier for the rope to catch.”

“Oh, thanks.”

His new gym buddy is winded when they’re done, but follows him eagerly over to the mats for his core workout. He’s better at that, though Joseph still has to correct the position of his back the first time. They move through cardio, weights, and cool down with no conversation that isn’t directly related to body position or technique. By the end, the newcomer is soaked with sweat. And..smiling?

“That was fucking brutal. Can we do it again some time?”

If you, um, really want to?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Joseph smiles back, “I’m here every day after work. So you can come find me…”

“Barclay” the taller man fills in his unasked question.

“Joseph. Oh, and try to get some shoes with better traction soon. You’ll have an easier time.”

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“You okay there?” Barclay looks at Joseph from the treadmill on his left, “you seem kinda low energy today.”

“I ate too small a lunch.” He hits the stop button, walks as the belt slows, “I’ll be fine once I fish my power bar out of my glovebox on the way home.”

“Or you could, uh, you could come get dinner with me? There’s a great spot two blocks from here; it’s my favorite stop after you put me through my paces.”

Joseph thinks about downing a protein shake while wandering his empty apartment.

“That sounds great.”

Barclay leads him to a diner, all yellow lights and red pleather. His friend orders a stack of waffles and fried eggs (“I’m not a big fan of syrup”) while he opts for a french dip and, on Barclay’s recommendation, a chocolate malt. When the server asks if it’s one bill or two, Barclay pays for both of them.

“Least I can do in exchange for the free personal training you’re giving me.”

“It’s not like I mind” Joseph offers him access to his french fries, “I like working out with you. I’ve, um, never had a gym buddy before. UP agents are considered weirdos at work, I’m considered odd for one of them, and, well, you’ve done my workout; it intimidates some people.”

Barclay looks at him across the formica, beard still a bit mussed from drying it after his shower, “Yo--uh, I mean, it is pretty intimidating. But like, in a good way. The kind that makes you wanna push yourself.”

Joseph allows himself a flirtatious smile, “I’m glad you appreciate it.”

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Barclay: gonna miss workout tomorrow. Got a date. Promise I’ll let you work me twice as hard on Friday.

J.S: Have fun. And you know I will, big guy.

Joseph slips his earbuds in; he’s gotten so used to their easy conversation that his best of the ‘00s playlist is jarring in it’s place. But he falls into his rhythm, is halfway through his workout when a tall, familiar shape in grey shorts hurries through the door and drops it’s water bottle next to his.

“Is everything okay?” He pops his headphones out as Barclay shakes his head.

“Date was a bust; guy was so pushy I bailed after one drink. Figured if I caught up with you the night wouldn’t totally suck.”

Joseph grabs a second mat, lays it out, “I can’t do dinner tonight; since I thought you were busy, tonight is for running errands.”

“No big.” Barclay lays next to him, their fingers brushing for a moment before Joseph counts them down.

As the evening ticks away in sets and reps, he gets increasingly worried about Barclay; his friend begs off both squats and rowing, and doesn’t join him for the ten minute cool-down jog on the treadmill. He hopes it’s just a side effect of having a beer before working out and not something more dire.

The locker room is empty on their side, and he finds Barclay leaning his forehead on the wall outside one of the shower cubicles, taking long, deliberate breaths. His shirt is off, but he’s still in his shorts. When he turns, startled by Joseph asking if he’s okay, it’s immediately obvious why.

“Sorry” Barclay is doing his best to conceal his hard-on, “this is hella embarrassing.”

“It happens” Joseph aims for a pleasant shrug even as his own cock starts acting up, “lots of friction and, um, and all that.”

“It’d be less humiliating if it was that. I, uh,” Barclay is redder than Joseph’s ever seen him, “I put a plug in before my date and, uh, I was in such a hurry to come find you once it ended that I, I didn’t take time to pull it out.”

He forces his voice to stay gentle, to not reveal the heat burbling up from his stomach, “You could have just asked me to wait a second once you got here.”

“Didn’t think of it until I sat down on the mat and realized how much I could feel the fucking thing. Like I, uh, I said, I kinda had a one track mind when I got here. I” his brown eyes are Bambi-wide when they skitter from Joseph’s gaze, “I wanted to see you.”

Shoes squeaking on the wet tile, Joseph nudges him into the stall, “Is that really it, big guy? You went through all that discomfort just for a few more seconds of being near me?”

“Uh huh” Barclay whimpers, his big, broad frame shaking when Joseph presses him against the wall.

“That’s sweet. Do you know what happens to sweet boys when they’re good?”

His friend shakes his head, hair catching across his eyes. Joseph tips his chin up, lips slightly parted in invitation. Barclay groans and drops his head down to meet him. It is, without a doubt, the messiest kiss of Joseph’s life, all sweat and odd angles like his first time in his boyfriend’s den in the July heat. The parallel is heightened by Barclay instantly grabbing his hips and humping him through his shorts.

“Joseph, babe, please, please say this is okay.” His hands tighten their hold when Joseph licks a stripe up his neck; it’s sweaty, sticky, the kind of thing he hates in porn but damn him if the doesn’t want to lick and suck Barclay until he can taste him in his sleep.

“No, it’s not.” Joseph cups his face to keep the panic he sees there at bay, “because if you cum like that, I won’t get to show you the rest of your reward.”

“Re-reward?” Barclay actually squeaks, and what can Joseph do at such a sound but kiss him once more.

“Shorts off, water on. I’ll be right back.”

Water obediently patters on the tiles as he shoves his hand deep into his gym bag; god bless emergency laundry quarters and bathroom vending machines.

He strips, joins Barclay in the shower and discovers his cock is even more pleasing than it’s outline suggested.

“Lord almighty, you’re gorgeous.” He lowers to his knees, traces the path of droplets through the hair on Barclays stomach and chest. Then he removes the first condom from its pack, rolls it down the thick cock that’s just tempting him to abandon his plan, then slips the second one on his finger.

“Fuck, this has gotta be a dream, right? Because it’s the same one I’ve jerked off to for fucking weeks.”

“No, big guy, it’s not.” Joseph reaches between Barclay legs, “oh shit, you’ve been wearing this all night?”

“AHnnnuhhuh” Barclay moans as Joseph toys with the base of the plug.

“And you still did a huge chunk of our workout. I’m impressed, big guy, impressed and very, very, very pleased.” He kisses his cock on each very, Barclay letting out an “uhn” at each one. As he slides the plug free he continues, “To think, your date was so unpleasant he missed out on not only your charm and your handsome face, but the fact you were prepared enough to prep for him.”

“His loss is my gain ohfuck, Joseph, baby, please-” Barclays cock bobs in the air as Joseph teases his ass. When he presses in Barclay gasps, Joseph praying the droplets hitting the walls lend any escaping sounds an air of plausible deniability.

“Nice and open. Good boy.” Joseph slowly works his finger in and out, building up to two almost immediately. He nuzzles Barclays cock, “do you always bottom?”

“M-most of the timeOH, god” His head lolls back when Joseph takes his cock into his mouth, sucking lazily as he fucks him open, “I like it, makes me feel taken care of.”

Joseph eases in a third finger, let’s his cock fall from his mouth as water collects in his eyelashes. Barclay is staring down at him, hair several shades darker as it plasters to his face and eyes hopeful.

“In that case” Joseph times his upstrokes to his thrusts, “how about you come to my place on Sunday? I’ve got a whole box of cocks to choose from; we could work our way through them.”

“Yes, ohfuckyesplease.”

“We could play around with positions too” He can see Barclay’s muscles flexing in new ways as he begins bucking his hips, chasing the tender pressure of Joseph’s fist, “I bet you look great on all fours, and I know what you look like with your ass in the air already. You in my lap, that could be fun--oh, ohshit” he laughs as Barclay nearly fucks himself off his fingers, “you like that, like the idea of sitting in my lap like the big, sweet boy you are while I fuck you, like the thought of cumming on my cock and then going to fetch the next one, of me not letting you stop until we’ve been thorough and found your favorite because that’s what you deserve-”

“Fuck!” Barclay moans, hands slipping on the tile as he floods the tip of the condom. Joseph adds “get tested” to his mental to-do list while the other man slides down the wall like a slasher victim until they’re face to face on the floor.

“You okay, big guy?”

“Can’t feel my legs.”

“That’s just the lunges talking.”

“Please” Barclay kisses his shoulder, “please let me suck your dick.”

Joseph smacks the handle until the water turns off, scrambles to his feet and clings to the “no-slip” bar as Barclay shoves his face between his legs. He sucks his cock, occasionally opening his mouth enough to licks his folds. He’s so eager, even tries fucking into him with his tongue, big hands groping his ass while Joseph stifles his moans in his forearm. He’s going to cum in the gym shower, he’s going to cum from his first blowjob in years, he’s coming to cum from the astounding, impossibly hot man below him who he intends to dom into next fucking week-

He cums hard, the hand not bracing him on the wall dropping down to stroke Barclays hair. After a moment, he tries to grab his towel from where he tossed it, Barclay smiling up at him.

“Hey, Joseph?”

“Yes? Hah, got you” He pulls the towel in.

“I was staring at your ass that first day. I mean, I was mostly looking at your form but there was for sure some ass appreciation.”

“I fucking knew it.” Joseph begins drying him off, “just for that you owe me dinner again.”

“Thought you had errands.”

“Shit. How do you feel about a romantic, pre-dinner Target run?”

“I’d love it.”

#trans agent stern #sternclay #agent stern/ barclay #meet ugly

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romyr4 · 3 years ago

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The swing

Rating: Not under 18

Warning: FUCKING CHEMISTRY and SMUT

A/n: Another one guys. These two inspire me more than anything right now. So Frances is just chilling in the swing at the end of episode 6 before Carmel comes to her. What if Carmel doesn't come, but someone else...

Frances is sitting on the swing as she lightly sways back and forth. The soft nature sounds make her mind wander to what happened today. The dream she had about Paul Drabble, the terrible kiss between her and Tony, and his confession towards her. She smiles and can’t help but think about that kiss over and over again.

Her fingertips trace her bottom lip as if she still can feel his beard on her delicate skin. The swaying makes her close her eyes as she focuses on the memory.

His breathing accelerated as they part their lips. His brown eyes watching every move she makes. Her fingers brushing through his beard as she bites her lip slightly. The feeling of desire rushing through her veins while she tries to think how it would feel if the kiss wasn’t terrible. His body is on her when they fall over. She can feel his hard shaft poking her thigh as he tries to brace himself with his hands on the ground.

“Fuck.” She murmurs as she can feel her excitement grow again. Her mind going back to the question: How would sex be with him? Her lady parts spring alive as she thinks about his big hands doing unspeakable things to her. His tongue licking every part of her hot skin.

“Here you are.” Her eyes shoot open and she looks at Tony. He is smiling and he is wearing his signature sweatpants and a faded t-shirt. He isn’t wearing his hat and she wants to stroke his head with her hands. She stops swinging and he sits beside her.

“Hi.” She says softly while trying not to look at his face. She is still on a high only from the thought of him being inside her. He pushes his feet off the ground so they are swinging again. He looks her over once… okay maybe twice or more. He has been thinking about her lips and hands all day long.

She shifts as she tries to get the pain in her back to subside. The fall they had together is now getting to her back and the pain is excruciating. “Are you okay?” His voice startles her and she looks at him. His worried face makes her want to cuddle him. She scoots a little closer to him and puts her hand on his knee.

“I am fine, my back is just killing me. I guess the drugs have lost their effects on that.” She blushes as his large hand goes to her back and rubs it gently. His gaze is oozing sex and she needs to look away or she will jump him.

“Can I do anything about it?” He wants to make her feel better like she makes him feel better. Her presence is enough for him to be more relaxed and love life more. He doesn’t have the dark thoughts anymore and he will be forever grateful to her for that.

“Can you massage it gently?” She asks shyly, trying hard not to think about what more he can do with those massive hands of his. She swallows audibly and he watches her every move.

“Sure.” He says and moves behind her on the swing. The huge thing is big enough for the whole group to sit on, but here they are just the two of them. His long legs slide beside either side of her and she can’t do anything but chuckle. He is so much taller than she is. “What are you laughing about?”

She laughs harder and her shoulders shake violently. “How does it come you are so tall and I am this little leprechaun.” She is still chuckling when he settles fully against her backside and she gasps at what is happening between his legs.

“Your fun-size Frances.” He whispers against her neck as his hands go to her lower back. His breath makes her mind foggy and she holds onto the swing with both hands. He feels her body relax instantly and he tries to slow down his own body from reacting to her soft curves.

“Fun-size huh?” She says with a sultry voice as her head slowly falls back on his chest as his thumbs dig into her sore back. She moans lightly and she can feel his body react to it so she does it again just to spite him.

He clears his throat and shifts a little so he is no longer poking her with his well-endowed stick. “Yeah, you know like snickers.” He says while digging hard into her lower back and she arches her back while she loses her balance. He wraps one of his arms around her and she falls back against him. “Careful there.”

Suddenly out of breath she is having a sense of being secured by this man. His large chest pressing against her back and his large hand balancing her on her stomach. She exhales audibly while she closes her eyes. She can smell his scent and it is pure man. Her head is now half in his neck and she has the urge to lick it, desperately.

“Are you comparing me to candy, really?” She can hear him chuckle and the vibration goes through her. She smiles as her eyes are still closed and his hand leaves her stomach to go back to her back to massage her some more. He is really good at this.

“Well, you are very delicious.” His mouth is dry as he can see her face and her eyes are closed. Her breath is ragged and he loses it a little when she licks her lips. His manhood is growing inside of his pants and his hands want to do far more than just massaging her.

“Do I now?” She knows she is challenging him and she wants to know what he will do if she drives him totally crazy. Her mind wanders off to a hot place and she gasps while opening her eyes. She can see that he is looking at her intently with a wicked smile on his lips. Hmm… those lips.

He smiles when her eyes look into his and he knows what she is doing. I can play that game too. “I can only answer that honestly when I have tasted every last inch of your body.” That does it as she shifts in between his legs and rubs her voluptuous ass against his hard-on. He groans and she smiles.

His hand creeps up around her waist and she slowly turns around to face him. She is now in between his legs on her knees and she can see he is loving her on her knees. She puts one hand on either side of his hips and he swallows hard. She crawls towards him until her face is close to his. “Why don’t you try?” She raises an eyebrow and he loses it.

He crashes his lips on hers as his hands slide up her legs. He pushes against her ass when his hands arrive there so she can straddle him. Her hands are in his hair and she moans against his lips. His tongue forces entrance into her mouth and meet hers in a battle for dominance.

She pushes against his chest and they break the kiss as he lies back down while she sits up fully. She traces her index finger on his chest until it finds the hem of his shirt and pushes it up. He gets his back off the swing and she pulls his shirt off. She watches his broad chest and scratches it lightly with her fingernails. Her eyes darken as her hands follow his stomach and go further south.

He grabs her wrists and shakes his head. “I want to taste you first.” He says and she bites her lip. He guides her face to his again in a searing kiss. When he deepens it he can feel her hips bucking against his erection. He pulls at her dress until it is around her waist. He discovers her soft bare legs and he slides his hands up and onto her ass. He squeezes lightly and he can hear her moan.

She breaks the kiss to look down at him again. He smiles wickedly at her as he spanks her and she gasps. “Move over my face baby.” He whispers, but it sounds like he is in her ear. Her cheeks color a bright red as her knees go over his shoulders and he places both his hands on her waist. She doesn’t lower her body onto him and one of his hands goes to her panties. He moves them aside and stretches his neck so he can finally taste her.

Her breath catches in her throat when his tongue makes contact with her already sensitive hole. He latches his lips on her bundle of nerves and sucks hard. She screams in ecstasy and lowers her body on his face. Her hands weave into his hair and tug on it to get more friction.

His tongue slides back and forth multiple times as her hips rock on his tongue. He slides his tongue inside of her and he feels her walls clench him. His hands go to her butt and he slaps her hard. She braces herself against the back of the swing as she feels the sting on her ass mixed with the pleasure that his tongue is giving her.

“Please Tony.” She begs as she fucks his face. He slaps her again, again and again. The sting making her more aroused. She can feel her excitement building in the lower part of her belly and she knows she is close.

He can feel her walls tighten and he knows she is going to explode any second. He pulls his tongue out of her and he smiles when she whines. He puts his lips around her nub again and sucks hard. She grinds against his face and he bites lightly on her swollen bean and she falls over the edge.

She screams his name as he licks her clean from her orgasm. She spasms against his tongue and he has to keep her steady. Her breath is stocking as she comes down from her high. She looks down at him and moves back over his body. She kisses him sweetly and she can taste herself on his tongue, making her turned on all over again.

When her legs are back beside his waist she breaks the kiss and looks at him. “My turn.” She smirks and he laughs at her as she pulls his pants down and frees his aching member. She licks her lips when she looks at his big shaft. Will that fit?

She descents her head and slowly envelops her lips around his cock. She swirls her tongue around his head and he can no longer look at her as he lets himself fall back on the swing. One of his hands goes into her hair as her head bobs up and down. “Fuck.” He whispers as she goes lower, taking him fully inside her wet mouth.

He can feel her gag a little and he can’t do anything but smile about the size of his sex. Her hand plays with his balls while the other hand strokes him up and down as her tongue moves around his dick. With a pop, he is out of her mouth and he looks up at her. Her hair is disheveled and she has a devilish smile on her face.

Her head lowers once again and she licks the underside of his member from the base to his leaking tip. His hips buck up involuntarily and she smiles again. She comes down again and takes him into her mouth, licking off the pre-cum of the tip. She takes him into her mouth and sucks hard, making him groan loudly as he falls back again.

He tries not to move his hips, scared to make her gag. He is close to his release and when she hums while having him in her mouth he loses it. He pulls lightly at her hair, trying to get her to understand he is coming. When she goes even deeper and hums again he can’t take it anymore.

He comes hard inside her throat and she milks him for everything he has got to offer. She swallows and licks him clean. He is breathing heavily and can’t feel his legs anymore. She takes him out of her mouth and straddles him again. “Give me a moment.” He says breathily and she giggles.

She kisses him sweetly and rubs her wet pussy over his soft dick. He gasps and she pushes her tongue into his mouth. The movement she is making causes him to slowly get hard again. She breaks the kiss and goes to his ear with her lips. “Round two?” She whispers and he rams his hips upwards and his manhood presses against her sweet spot, making her moan.

“Fuck yeah.” He says as she guides him into her. She stills instantly and so does he. He can see that he is big for her and he is stretching her painfully. She breathes heavily as she starts to move slowly. Her hands are on his chest and his hands are on her ass.

He lets her take him in any way she likes. She lowers herself onto him and they kiss. It’s sloppy and sweet. Her ass jiggles every time she comes down on his pole. He squeezes her cheeks as she accelerates her movements. They look into each other's eyes. “Please.” She says and he stills her motion completely.

He looks at her and asks her permission with his eyes and she nods shyly. He guides her so she is pressed against his chest and her ass is up. With a lot of stamina, he thrusts into her and she moans loudly. It eggs him on and he goes faster. Moving in and out of her as he plunges into her.

Her walls tighten around him and he is as close as she is to the sweet release they are both chasing. He drives in and out of her like a madman and she peaks as she convulses around his dick and he can’t hold back any longer. His movements become erratic and he climaxes as well, emptying himself into her. They are both breathing heavily as she collapses on him.

After a minute he envelops her in his arms as he slowly moves out of her. She is now with her head on his chest and one of her legs over his. Her breathing slows down and after another minute he knows she is asleep. He grabs a blanket and covers them both.

“Goodnight, buddy.” He smiles as he whispers into her hair. He closes his eyes and it doesn’t take long before he falls asleep as well with the most important woman in the world to him in his arms.

A/n: what do you think?

#francony #nine perfect strangers #frances welty #tony hogburn #melissa mccarthy #bobby cannavale #noted hot man bobby cannavale #noted hot woman melissa mccarthy #nps #MMBCCU #frances x tony #FUCKING CHEMISTRY #I can write forever for these two #send me suggestions

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carryonmywaywardcaptain · 4 years ago

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A Supernaturally Marvelous Fic Challenge

Calling all Supernatural and Marvel fanfic writers!

I don’t know about y’all, but writer’s block and lack of motivation have hit me harder than ever this year. It’s no secret that 2020 has been a giant crap show for a lot of people, but our precious fics and fandoms can be such a great escape from it all. In an attempt to spread some inspiration and feel good vibes, I wanted to make my follower celebration something that might help both writers and readers.

Below you’ll find all sorts of prompts (dialogue, songs, AUs, etc.) because you never know what might inspire you. Since we’ve all had a tough year, there’s a catch! You’ve got to give it a happy ending.

Make it fun. Make it sassy. Make it steamy. But for the love of ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY please wrap it up nicely with good things and a “fluffy” bow. Cool? Cool.

Now, on to the rest:

This is my follower celebration for both blogs, so please consider following @carryonmywaywardcaptain, @carryoncaptainrogers, or both!

As you may have guessed from the title, prompts can be written for Supernatural or Marvel (extra love and virtual hugs if you choose to write about Dean Winchester or Steve Rogers because they are the loves of my life. But there’s still plenty of love for the rest of the Avengers & TFW!)

Angst, smut, crack, and fluff are all welcome, but remember to give it a fluffy/positive ending and tag the warnings accordingly (Please steer clear of smut if you’re under 18. Stay young and innocent, babes.)

No limit to how many people sign up for each prompt. Feel free to combine prompts or even combine fandoms in a crossover! Whatever gets your creative juices flowing.

Send an ask with the prompt you want to do and the pairing you’re planning to write (life gets busy, so I’ll do a reminder post before the deadline if it’s helpful for you!). Reader inserts or OCs are both fine.

Tag me in the A/N and use the hashtag #supernaturally marvelous fic challenge by December 20th January 31st. If you’re garbage at deadlines like me, I’m super flexible and won’t hold it against you if you get it done later! I’ll reblog SPN fics on this blog and Marvel pairings over on @carryoncaptainrogers so your fics are seen by the fans who need them most :)

Got another idea you want to write and/or read about? Shoot me an ask and maybe I can add it to the mix!

Make sure to check back once in a while in case more prompts are suggested and added! Without further ado (oof, this is long!):

Some song ideas:

“Boss’s Daughter”- Pop Evil

“Night Moves”- Bob Seger

“It’s Been a Long, Long Time”- Harry James

“I Won’t Say (I’m in Love)”- yes, from Hercules

“Hold You in My Arms”- Ray Lamontagne

“Better Man”- James Morrison

“Perfect for Me”- Justin Timberlake

“When We Were Young”- Adele

“Holding Out For a Hero”- Ella Mae Bowen’s version

“Come Around”- Papa Roach

“From Eden”- Hozier

“To the Man Who Let Her Go”- Tyler Shaw

“What If I Stay”- Chris Young

“Drift Off to Dream”- Travis Tritt

“Take Your Time”- Sam Hunt

“T-Shirt”- Thomas Rhett

“Not Strong Enough”- Apocalyptica, Brent Smith

“What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?”- Lee Ann Womack

“Right Where You Want Me” or “Better With You”- Jesse McCartney (because I love them both and just couldn’t choose lol)

Feel free to suggest songs from the shows/movies! I know the above are random. I tried to have some variety.

AUs, Tropes, etc.:

*gasp* And there was only one bed… (Bed sharing)

Confessing FEELINGS (or “everyone conspiring to make them confess their feelings already”)

Neighbors

At a concert

Fake relationship for some event/case

Royal/Medieval

Soulmates

A/B/O

Friends/Enemies/Strangers to lovers

Comforting the other person

Dialogue prompts:

“I didn’t mean to turn you on.” “Well, it’s a little late for that!”

"Stop telling me you’re okay.”

“Can you please come and get me?”

“Sometimes you can be a real dumbass, you know that?”

“Because I care about you!”

“I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

“Who did this to you?”

“Well...what if I go with you?”

“Give me a chance to change your mind.”

“Plot twist!” “Screaming ‘plot twist’ doesn’t make this suck any less.”

“What did I say?” “You told me to stay out of trouble.” “And what did you do?” “The opposite of that, obviously.”

“You can do so much better than him. I wish there was some way I could make you believe that.”

“Not enough? You’re...everything.”

“Well this was fun... Let’s never do it again.”

“I need you to do something for me. You owe me a no-questions-asked.”

“Don’t look at me like that! You know what it does to me.”

“Wait! Just...take me instead.”

“You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

“I can’t stay away from you. I’m tired of trying.”

“Have you seen you? You’re like a damn dreamboat.”

Random things my kiddos at school have said:

“Hey Mrs. America! Mrs. Captain America.”

“You know what your problem is? DAT attitude.”

“How did it taste?” “Like disappointment.”

“Do we got a fucking problem?”

“When am I not wearing my sassy pants?”

“Words are hard.”

“I’ve been screaming internally my entire life.”

“Can I jump over the fence?” “No, but thank you for asking.”

“That’s not very cash money of you.” “...I don’t know what that means.” “That’s okay. I just felt like saying it.”

“What do you call a blind dinosaur?” “Dead.” [P.S. the answer is Do-you-think-he-saw-rus]

Shenanigan ideas:

Karaoke night at a bar

Thanksgiving dinner

Christmas lights

Slow dancing

Prank War

Ice skating

Mistletoe

Ugly sweater party

Gift exchange

Creating/sharing holiday traditions

Please reblog or tag your favs who might be looking for a little extra inspiration!

CarryOnCap Crew (Forevers):

@abswritesfandoms @amanda-teaches @cosicas-cuquis @crist1216 @droidyouseek @emoryhemsworth @ericaprice2008 @flawless-disaster @janeyboo @jenn0755 @ksgeekgirl @maresmiley @memyselfandmaddox @notyourtypicalrose @randomparanoid @rynabarnesrogers @sandlee44 @scarletsoldierrr @shann-the-artist-moon @sheerioasteroidpanda @shynara51 @someday-when-you-leave-me @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @thisismysecrethappyplace @torntaltos @waywardbaby @waywardrose13 @weebid @whimsicalrobots @wintersoldierbaby @wintersoldierissucharide @yesfanficsaremylife

Cap’s Marvel Crew:

@amoonagedaydreamer @bangtan-serendipity @bubbabarnes @lilacs-with-lavender @msgreenverse @nomadstevergxrs @palaiasaurus64 @scarlettsoldier @selina-kyle89 @smokeandnailz @troublermalik @twittytelly @valkirsif

Cap’s SPN Crew:

@adoptdontshoppets @akshi8278 @alexwinchester23 @bi-danvers0 @deangirl7695 @dean-winchesters-bacon @fandomoniumflurry @pisces-cutie @supernaturalenchanted @superromijn @waywardnerd67 @x-waywardaf-x

Other amazing writers came to mind in case you’re interested in participating, feeling inspired to bless us with more of your beautiful work, or wouldn’t mind reblogging/tagging other writers (Please forgive me for spamming you!):

@luci-in-trenchcoats @supernatural-jackles @evansrogerskitten @cajunquandary @after-avenging-hours @fvckingavengers @mywritingsblog @bitsandbobsandstuff @prettyyoungtragedy @kittenofdoomage @angelkurenai @impala-dreamer @redgillan @gaybybirth @invisibleanonymousmonsters @221bshrlocked @sgtjbuccky @captainrogerss @katymacsupernatural @buckyofthemyscira @captain-rogers-beard-mainblog @dancingalone21 @atc74 @smol-and-grumpy @hannahindie @kdfrqqg @sis-tafics @idreamofplaid @deanssweetheart23 @because-imma-lady-assface @covered-byroses @captain-kelli @heli0s-writes @deanwinchesterswitch @roonyxx @jay-and-dean @ladywinchester1967 @spnfanficpond

#supernaturally marvelous fic challenge #CarryOnCap's fic writing challenge #fic writing challenge #follower celebration #marvel fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #fanfic writing prompts #fanfic writing challenge #fluff #dean winchester x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam winchester x reader #supernatural reader insert #spn reader insert #marvel reader insert

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fangirlovestuff · 4 years ago

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Worth It - Andy Barber x reader

a/n- Hey lovely people! this was written for @stargazingfangirl18 & @navybrat817 ‘s shameless hoes for chris challenge, and I can’t be happier that our baby Andy’s first appearance on this blog is for their challenge! thoughts are in italics and the prompt is in bold. also a disclaimer - i’ve never been to a singles mixer lol. Enjoy!<3

Prompts: We are the only two people at this god awful event who seemed to be utterly miserable, so let’s be miserable together & “Can you just not right now?”

Summary: you never believed in singles mixers, but something about this stranger might just change that...

Word count: ~2,570

Warnings: smut!!, explicit language. please don’t read if you are uncomfortable with those things!

Your eyes wandered around the room for the umpteenth time that night. It was packed full of people who were talking to one another, mostly paired up, usually leaning towards each other. Lashes were flattered, muscles were subtly flexed, arms brushed "accidentally". The usual joys of a singles mixer.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Why the fuck did you let your friend convince you to come with her? She was currently talking to some douchebag in a suit that was clearly rented to make him look fancier but didn't even fit him that well. You had a sense of admiration for her for being optimistic enough to believe she'll find a guy in these things.

You, however, didn't share that sentiment. You hung out close to the bar, downing a couple of drinks and quickly shutting down any attempt any male has made to talk to you. About five minutes after you got here you realized there wasn't anyone there who looked like they could fit you. Who knows, maybe your taste in men was a bit much, but you certainly wouldn't lower your standards for the men in that room.

Now, forty minutes later, you were just about ready to bail, but you didn't want to leave your friend alone. So, you just sat there, fumbling with your phone, hoping your friend would soon realize how pointless this was.

As you were ordering another drink, you caught the door opening slightly from the corner of your eye. Probably someone who's late. Although you couldn't fathom what was the point of arriving to these things late. To be fair, you couldn't fathom the reason to be at these things at all.

Sure, you wanted to find love. But you had pretty much given up on the idea that there was someone out there for you. That was a bit of a naïve notion in your opinion, the search for true love. Anyway, you did fine on your own, it's not like you needed a man in your life.

Doesn't mean you didn't want one though.

You drowned that thought and the extra drink you had just gotten. You should probably cut back on the drinks; you don't want to be hungover the next day.

You suddenly realized someone was coming to lean on the bar beside you. He ordered a drink, deep voice reaching your ears despite the chatter in the room. You lifted your head from your phone to look at the stranger from the corner of your eye. He shrugged the suit jacket off his shoulders and sat down.

Damn, he definitely wasn't here before. Probably the one who just got in, you realized. You looked at his handsome profile, brown hair that seemed soft to touch, and a suit that actually fit his quite broad frame.

Maybe this night isn't gonna be such a waste after all. Sure, you didn't expect to fall in love, but it's been a while since you got laid. The stranger caused a tingly sensation inside you that made want to change that.

He looked over at you, blue eyes piercing into yours. You noticed the way his lashes cast a slight shadow on his cheekbones, and that beard was framing his face very nicely. There was really no other way to say it, he was hella hot.

"Can you just not right now?" he said suddenly and sighed. You raised your eyebrows and scoffed, diverting your gaze into your nearly empty glass and pursing your lips. Okay, never mind, asshole alert.

"I'm sorry," he said after a moment passed. "I'm just not really interested in meeting anyone right now. I saw you looking at me so—"

"Whatever," you cut him off, a little embarrassed he caught you ogling him. "If you aren't interested in anything, why are you even here?"

"A friend forced me into it. She basically pushed me through the door," he chuckled, sipping his drink.

A she friend. Maybe that's the reason he wasn't interested. "Well, I can't say I don't understand that," you sympathized, scouring the room in search of your friend again. You were just in time to catch her going out the door with that douche. "Shit," you muttered under your breath.

"Excuse me?" he asked, equal parts amused and puzzled.

"My friend just left with some jerk," you downed the rest of your drink, "and as the person who talked me into this shithole, that's rude of her," you sent a tight-lipped smile to the stranger. "So now I'm pretty much stranded here because she was my ride home." You opened your phone to order an Uber. You blamed the alcohol for making you overshare like this.

"Hey," the stranger said, "How about we have a drink and I could give you a ride home? Duffy threatened to wait outside for a half-hour to make sure I stay, and I have no doubt she's gonna make good on that," he smiled.

"Hmmm, excuse me if I'm not gonna jump on that offer, complete stranger I just met," you smirked.

"Oh, right, sorry. Where I come from everyone knows me," he said, surprisingly bitter. "I'm Andy," he smiled.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Andy," you said and introduced yourself. "So, you're a celeb where you come from, huh? What do you do?"

"I'm- I was a lawyer. Right now, I'm looking for a job. And celeb isn't really the word I would use," he said in that bitter tone once more. You got the message – he really didn't want to talk about it.

"So is Duffy a lawyer too?" you changed the subject quickly.

"No, she's a cop, but we worked together sometimes," he said. "What about you, what do you do?"

You spent the next few minutes getting to know each other, the conversation flowing easily. He had more wit in his little finger than most people you met at these things had in their whole body. Smart's the new sexy, but it's not like he wasn't sexy enough as it is.

"So, how come your friend talked you into coming here and then left you?" he asked.

"Well, we're the only two of our friends who aren't married, or engaged or whatever, so everyone's nagging us to 'find someone'. She really thinks these things are the place where she could find her person. I, personally, think it's bullshit," you said and he chuckled. "But hey, the things you do for your friends," you shrugged.

"Yeah," he looked at you and smiled. He thought he was being subtle, but you noticed the way his eyes quickly moved to your cleavage, which was looking quite nice in this dress if you could say so yourself, and back to your face. Maybe not all hope for tonight was lost, you thought, and leaned forward a little.

"See that dude over there? What do you think he's saying to that poor girl?" you asked.

"He's probably telling her how romantic and chivalrous he is just to get into her pants," he shrugged and you chuckled. "What about that couple? What do you think they're talking about?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm so in love with you!" you said in a slightly high-pitched voice, imitating the girl, "Yeah, baby, me too," you said in a lower voice. "And then they'll move in together, break up and get into an ugly fight over who gets to keep the house," you finished your story and Andy laughed.

The conversation continued to flow, both of you making fun of some other people, but now it seemed you were both in a competition. It started with you leaning forward to bring your cleavage into view, but he caught on quickly, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button, his Adam's apple bobbing and god did that make you wanna suck on his neck.

You made the next move, crossing your legs in a way that you knew would make your dress ride up a little, exposing more skin. Andy visibly swallowed but you continued talking like you didn't notice. He rolled up his sleeves, and at this point, it was clear you both knew what you were doing. You were already hot and bothered, and he didn't even touch you yet, not even in the most innocent way.

"Well," Andy looked at his phone, "I think we're clear, Duffy must've gone home by now. Come on, let's go."

You got up and so did Andy, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.

When you went outside it was surprisingly cold. You shivered a bit and Andy noticed it from the corner of his eye, dropping his jacket over your shoulder. You smiled at him in thanks.

The drive was mostly filled with silence, besides you giving him directions to your house. It seemed you were both immersed in your own thoughts, but it was a comfortable silence. Your gaze fluttered on him once more. You noticed his hands on the steering wheel, more specifically the ring-shaped tan. Well, if he didn't wanna talk about it that's his prerogative.

"Here, you can pull over right there," you pointed to an empty parking spot across from your building.

"Do you want to come up and have a coffee? I gotta thank you for the ride home somehow," you smiled.

"Sure," he said and turned off the car, going out. You gave him his jacket back as you both entered the building.

The tension in the elevator could be cut with a knife. It seemed that once you were finally alone, your thoughts were running wild.

You finally reached your apartment, opening the door and showing Andy in. You turned to lock the apartment door behind you. "If you want you can leave your jacket—"

You turned back around and suddenly his lips were on yours, pushing hungrily. You felt his tongue licking slightly against your lips, seeking entrance you granted gladly, your tongue battling with his as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands wandered down your body, grabbing your ass and squeezing it lightly as you moaned into his mouth. He moved his hands to your hips lifting you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as you started to unbutton his shirt.

"Second door on the left," you parted your lips just long enough to rasp that out and then returned to feverishly kissing him once more.

He made his way to the bedroom, carrying you in his arms with little effort. He pushed you against the bedroom door and you reached to open it and then pushed his now unbuttoned shirt down from his shoulders. He groaned and put you down to finish getting rid of his shirt, while you quickly pushed your dress over your head, leaving you in your underwear.

Andy's breath hitched at the sight before his lips were back on you again, nipping at your collarbone, your jaw, your neck, while you reached to get rid of his belt, unzipping his pants. He stepped out of them and you started walking back towards the bed, a tangled mess of hands and lips colliding.

Once you were on the bed he reached to unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side and attaching his lips to your breast, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipple. You arched your chest against his mouth, nails gently scraping on his back as you clung to him. Almost without you noticing his hand trailed down to take off your underwear, fingers expertly teasing your clit as you ground against him, silently asking for more. He put two fingers inside you, the wet sound echoing in the room, and you would almost be embarrassed if it didn't feel so damn good.

Your lips found his neck, fulfilling your earlier wish and sucking on it, leaving a bite. You started palming him through his boxers, reaching a hand inside to stroke his length as he groaned into your neck. He pulled his finger out of you and before you managed to whimper at the loss, he captured your lips in his, devouring your mouth as he discarded his boxers.

You parted from him and reached into your bedside drawer to pull out a condom. He quickly slid it on and wasted no time pushing into you, bottoming out in one thrust. You gasped at the stretch, which quickly dissipated once he started moving, snapping his hips onto yours and making you cry out in pleasure.

You clenched around him, the coil in your stomach tightening, and his thrusts started becoming erratic as he brought his fingers to your clit once more, flicking it harshly until came around him with a scream of pleasure, milking him through his orgasm as well.

He stayed inside you, the both of you panting until he finally pulled out and went to throw the condom. You were too fucked out to whimper at the loss, only closing your eyes until you felt the bed dip beside you. Andy laid down beside you, tentatively wrapping an arm around you, to which you said nothing, only cuddled a bit into him.

The next morning you woke up to the smell of fresh coffee filling your senses. You were puzzled until you saw the discarded clothes and remembered the events of last night. Sighing in content, you got up, putting on a new pair of underwear and picking up Andy's shirt, leaving the few top buttons open as you made your way to the kitchen.

Andy was leaning against the countertop, shirtless with only his pants on, sipping a cup of coffee and scrolling on his phone, and didn't notice your soft footsteps.

"Good morning," you said softly, drawing his attention towards you. "Glad to see you've made yourself at home," you chuckled and came closer to him.

"Sorry," he said, averting his gaze, "I just really needed that coffee before the drive home. But there's more if you want some."

You thanked him and poured yourself a cup of coffee.

"So…" he started.

"So?" you smiled.

"I had a great time last night. The whole evening," he added quickly. "So… let me take you out sometime. On a date. Please," he smiled.

"I'd love that," you smiled at him.

You exchanged numbers and the rest of your breakfast went on uneventfully, until Andy had to go. "Can I have my shirt back?" he asked, grinning.

"Oh, I don't know," you said, pretending to contemplate it, "I'm pretty sure you look better without it."

You both laughed. You went to your room to change and gave him back the shirt.

"Have a nice drive home," you said. And then, in a surge of confidence, you kissed him, pushing your lips against his with passion. "One for the road," you smirked.

Andy smirked back, no doubt on board with your antics. "I'll call you," he said and opened the door, going into the hall.

"You better!" you called after him, a smile on your face as you watched him go into the elevator and out of sight.

You closed the door and leaned on it, lost in your thoughts like a schoolgirl in love, and then you realized – shit.

You had actually met a cute guy at a singles mixer. Your friends were never gonna let you live that down. Oh well, you thought, he seems like he's worth it.

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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New years eve

Note- Sequel to temptations

For the lovely @star-spangled-beard-burn s challenge.

Please do not steal or repost my works. Reblogs are welcome.

Summary- You might not be his girl but you are still his.

Warnings- smut, semi-public sex, cheating, slut-shaming, dark elements

Word count- 2.2k

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He clutched the tall champagne flute in his hand hard enough to almost break it. His jaw clenched as he looked at you dancing with that loser boyfriend of yours, having the time of your life.

Your hair swirling to the sides as you bobbed your head to the rhythm. He smirked when he remembered how he’d pull on it as he pounded into you from behind. He went back to frowning when you started grinding your ass against that assholes crotch. He was too drunk and clueless to do anything but stand there.

And then you looked at him across the dancefloor, and fucking smiled, before turning back to capture the drunk idiots lips in a kiss. Your titts, almost spilling out of the tight dress you wore, as you pressed up against him.

He had enough. He stalked towards you with purpose, grabbing your arm pulling you against him. “You mind if I grab her for a second, Bryce” he spit the name out with such venom while his lips were curled in a dubious smile.

Bryce, being too delirious to remember his own name, just nodded.

Ransom pulled you towards the mens room, he purposely kept his grip on your arm a bit to harsh. He loved hearing you moan and protest to let up a bit, while you struggled to keep up with him in your high heels.

He pushed you up against the wall. He didn’t bother locking the door, if someone finds out that’s not really his responsibility.

He forced his tongue into your mouth swallowing your moans. Pushing his knee between your legs grinding it against your cunt. He could feel the wet spot forming on his dress pants.

You broke the kiss to take long gasps of breathes while humping his thigh. Watching you fall apart was now one of his favorite things to do.

It all started six months ago. When Bryce introduced you as his girlfriend. You looked so beautiful, enchanting even, with your pale pink dress that ended just below your knees, your lips stained with pink lipstick bore a shy smile. Your hair perfectly framing your pretty face. You were so demure, so reserved. A classic good girl. But he knew better. He knew something was fishy.

He caught your gaze lingering on him too long for it to be considered proper. Or how you’d blush from the slightest touch from him.

You showed him just how bad you were when you ambushed him while on a getaway to the Bahamas and practically bullied him into fucking you.

He did feel slightly bad, but any semblance of guilt was gone when he was buried balls deep inside you, your cunt clenching around him, milking him for all he’s got.

If Bryce didn’t want you to wander he should've taken better care of you. That’s on him.

You’d always complain about how boring and clichéd Bryce was. Ransom didn’t know why you were still with him, he never bothered to ask.

It wasn’t the first time he was with an ‘unavailable’ woman. He actually preferred it that way. No commitment, no strings attached and he always had the upper hand, the leverage.

But you were different. He didn’t plan on getting so attached to you but if he sees you kissing or in the vicinity of your good for nothing boyfriend, he will do something to be guilty about.

“What you like being a tease?” He mocked pushing your panties to the side, pumping his fingers in and out of you “I can see your ass hanging out of that dress. You want to be groped huh?” he taunted while brutally finger fucking you.

“Just you” You gasped holding onto his shoulders for dear life as you came around his fingers.

He unzipped his pants taking himself out of his boxers. He pushed you down to your knees. You weren’t like anyone he’d ever met. You tricked him, of all people, into believing he had power over you. That he was in control. It took him too long to realise you were the one pulling the strings all along.

“Suck” He demanded and you followed like the good slut you were. You took him in your mouth. Your cheek hollowing while you bobbed on it making loud squelching noises.

He groaned holding onto you as you moaned around him. He could cum in your mouth and make you swallow every last bit of it, but he needed to fuck you, remind you who you truly belong to. It would bring him great satisfaction knowing you’d go home with that prick when he was still inside of you.

He pulled you off of him much to your disappointment. Pinning you to the wall your legs wrapped around his waist.

He cupped your cheek smudging some of your lipstick with his thumb. You bit his thumb gently sucking on it. Your eyes looked so sweet so innocent. Maybe that’s how you managed to trick him and everyone else.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard. You will feel it for days” he drawled out pushing his thick cock in your cunt, right away setting a hard brutal pace. “Is his cock this big? Huh?” He cruelly rolled his hips against yours and all you could do was shake your head.

No one had ever fucked you like Ransom. You would be lucky if Bryce managed to last more than five minutes.

You felt yourself tipping over the edge again. Clenching around him, he grunted cursing, his thrusts became erratic your orgasm triggering his own. He spilled inside of you, making sure to sit deep within you for a moment.

“The next time you think about teasing me” He paused buckling his pants up “don’t”

“There won’t be a next time” you state as you look at your state in the large mirror. Your blood red lipstick smeared across your face, your mascara running down, your hair a mess. There was no way you could go back out looking like this.

“What did you say?” He pulled at you to look at him. If looks could kill.

“Ah stop doing that!” You yelled your bruised forearm hurting even more so.

“What do you mean last time?” he sneered.

“I mean we’re not doing this again. I found an engagement ring in his sock drawer. I’m sorry Ransom” You finally freed your arm from his grip caressing it with your other hand. You could feel Ransoms rage, looking around for a way out. But he was standing in front of the only door.

“What? You don’t even love him. You’re going to marry him?” He knew people didn’t need to be in love to get married. Since you were willing to marry just about anybody, then why not him?

“I do love him. I love you too” You caressed his face with your hands. As if that would make it hurt any less for either of you.

Ransom was meant to serve as a distraction from your boring life as a trophy girlfriend and a future trophy wife. You didn’t want to reach a point where you would blow your brains out of boredom.

You thought you could have harmless fun with Ransom but then your conscience got in the way. Bryce had been kinder to you these last few days, more than anyone you’ve ever known. You couldn’t start a marriage based on lies and infidelity.

“Really? Then marry me” He said. You shook your head at him in denial. He caged you in against the counter. “What’re you worried about? Money? I’ve got plenty of it”

And he wasn’t afraid to spend it on you. He had got you plenty of designer bags, perfumes, jewellery just because he could. He almost bought you a car. But you drew the line there. You didn’t need to give your boyfriend any reasons to be suspicious.

“It’s not just that. Bryce is...safe” you mumbled looking at the floor.

He propped you chin up to make you look at him. “If you wanted safe, you wouldn’t be here” He leaned in to whisper in your ear “Just admit it. You like this. You like a little bit of danger”

Oh but Ransom wasn’t just a little bit of danger. He was prone to fits of rage and temper tantrums along with not having the ability to keep his dick in his pants. He didn’t have a job, if his grandfather cut him off he’d never be able to support himself or you. Then there was his dysfunction and toxic family.

“Why would you even want to get married? Didn’t you say ‘I don’t do relationships' ” You said trying your best to mimic his deep hoarse voice.

“You’re mine and that’s that. A piece of paper doesn’t mean anything”

You sighed exasperatedly. You knew he wouldn’t give up easily. Nobody has ever said no to him. You weren’t too thrilled to be the first. “I was never yours” you said softly “let’s go it’s almost midnight”

Surprisingly Ransom let you go. Keeping his distance from you for the rest of the night. However you knew it was just the calm before the storm. Whatever, you could deal with him later. He wasn’t as complicated as he seemed.

At the stroke of midnight you kissed Bryce. Your heart broke a little when you catched a glimpse of Ransom kissing a girl before you went back to watching the fireworks light up the dark gloomy sky.

It was hard to say goodbye to him. You didn’t want to. In a perfect world you and him would be together forever. Right now you know you made the right choice. You might feel a bit sad now but you would appreciate choosing Bryce in the future.

You quickly left the party not being able to stand to be around Ransom anymore. Bryce wanted to hang out with his friends some more so you left alone.

You got home taking off your makeup. The tight dress Ransom gave you and made you put on a little show for him. You already missed him. You cried yourself to sleep.

You couldn’t stand the fact that he might hate you. That you’ll never be able to kiss him again or hold him again. You made the right choice but was it worth it?

You woke up the next afternoon with a migraine. Your break up and the copious amounts of alcohol hitting you just now. You looked to your right to see that the bed was still perfectly made. Looks like Bryce spent the night at one of his friends house.

You sent him a text to check in with him. The day went by. You tried your best to keep busy with chores and work to think of anything but Ransom and your missing boyfriend.

When it was almost bedtime and Bryce still hadn’t turned up you called up all your friends, including Ransom, to see if they had heard from him. Ransom never answered. Which you understood you had hurt his feelings along with your own in the process. Your hopes to hear his voice again were crushed when his phone went straight to voicemail.

The next morning you went to the police with Bryces parents. They blamed you for leaving him alone at the party.

You walked home alone in the dark feeling completely lost. Your year wasn’t off to a good start. That’s when you saw him. Ransom standing in front of your door waiting for you.

Your body moved of its own accord, running to him, embracing him in a tight hug. You were crazy to think you could ever stay away from him. He hugged you back nuzzling your neck, his light scruff tickling you.

You pulled away to look at him with tears streaming down your face. “Bryce... he’s missing. I don’t know what to do. It’s my fault isn’t it? I should’ve stopped him, he drank too much” You covered your face with your hands trying and failing to hold back your sobs.

Ransom rubbed your back to sooth you. “It’s not your fault doll. I promise he’ll turn up” He cooed “Let’s go inside you’re freezing”

He ordered you some take out chicken soup while you took a long hot bath. You had barely eaten anything in the past few days. The hot soup burned down your throat. With a full stomach you slept peacefully in Ransoms arms.

He proved you wrong and made you feel safe and protected. You didn’t know what the future held for you. If you would still be with Bryce after he comes back. Right now you were content to cuddle in your lovers arms.

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meepmoopfanfics · 4 years ago

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader: Chapter 5

Chapter 5-Game On

Daveed Diggs x reader (there’s def smut in this... close your eyes if you’re under 18)

The whole world went silent and time refrained to exist. You heard strong quick footsteps approaching the door in front of you.

All that was separating you was an inch of barrier. Your heart was beating into your throat. You felt the skin of your face become hot. Your breath became slower as you imagined how hot his breath would feel behind your ear on the soft spot of your neck that drove you wild when it was touched.

You heard the faint thumping of a bass of a speaker. Then click, click, click. You watched the knob slowly turn and the door opened smoothly.

There he stood, towering over you, shirtless. His white Calvin Klein briefs teased you, peeking just over the waistband of his Oaklandish grey sweatpants. They sat perfectly under his tights obliques. He wore two gold chains around his neck, laying right above his broad pecs. Those biceps... those forearms... you could only imagine how you wanted him to hold you down and take every bit of you exactly how he wanted.

He looked you up and down. Reading you, studying you. You noticed his dark pupils somehow dilate. His hair was slightly frizzier than normal, making him even sexier. The scruff of his beard made you squirm. You waited for him to speak.

“Now what took you so long?” He growled in a deep, gravely tone just above a whisper. You took a few steps in, about a foot away from him, face to face, and he shut the door behind you pinning his hand up against the door, leaving no room for you to move in further. You dropped your bag right beside you without even looking where it landed.

He handed you an old fashioned he made for you with his other hand and placed one single slow, sensual kiss teasingly on your neck.

“Y/N,” he whispered, just an inch or so from your left ear, “I need you to know... I don’t like waiting.”

All you could do was part your lips and sigh.

He leaned slightly away from your ear to grab just under your chin to make sure you had direct eye contact. He was peering straight into you. Both of your lips were no more than an inch apart. The tension was making you shake.

“Do you know what happens when you make me wait?”

You couldn’t move. Your senses were shutting down. No thoughts browsed through your once busy brain fumbling through Hamilton choreography. No thoughts of the soreness of your body from rehearsals even remained. This man had complete control over you and he knew it. It was consensual and hot as fuck.

All you could do was timidly shake your head no very slowly.

“It’s my turn to make you wait for it.”

Shit.

He raised his voice. “Until you’re begging. Do you understand?”

He leaned in as if he was going to crash into your lips, but dived straight past them to whisper into your ear.

“Cheers.”

He took his moscow mule glass and clinked it right into yours as he smirked, winked, and nodded his head for you to follow. He walked away, revealing his toned back muscles and headed towards the couch

Your nearly felt like you were going to faint as your knees became weak. You followed him like a puppy. Fuck. So much for you taking control...

He turned up his music louder. The sexy bass of Miguel’s song “Funeral” blasted through his Sonos speakers setting the mood just right. It drove you wild.

“It’s a little toasty in here, don’t you think, Y/N? Maybe you should take that hoodie off...” Daveed suggested as you took a sip of the delicious old fashioned he crafted for you.

“You a little eager to see the lavender I see?” You questioned.

That’s it. You’d had enough.

You set your drink down, slipped off your shoes, and went to straddle him. Right before you could grind against what you craved, he took his two palms and pushed up against your inner thighs to prevent you from sitting down and pushed you to sit directly to the left of him.

“You a little eager to get you way with me?”

“Ugh...�� was all you could muster

“Take your hoodie off. Now.”

You did your best to sexily take it off, biting your lip while throwing it to the side. You felt confident and sexy as you revealed your Aerie lavender bra with lace detailing. Daveed couldn’t help but stare directly at your perfectly perky breasts.

“Now stand in front of me. Turn around, and take off those damn leggings.”

“Oh so you can see this?” You pulled the strings holding together your purple thong out just enough to tease him.

“That’s hella hot...” he responded.

You slowly bent over directly in front of him, almost as if you were going to give him a strip tease. You slowly bent forward, showcasing your flexibility by leaning forward on releve to really enhance your calves and hamstrings as you slowly peeled your leggings off. Your ass was on display with your legs crossed. A perfect vision of a peach directly starting back at Daveed. You stepped out of your pants as you looked away for the quickest second.

Before you knew it, Daveed’s hands gripped forcefully at your waist to pull you directly into his lap, right onto his thick erect cock. A moan instantly left your lips as he reached around to cup your right breast with his right hand and used his left to keep you in place. All you wanted to do was grind against his erection to pleasure yourself, but he made sure this wasn’t an option.

“Is this what you want, Y/N? Think you can take it?” He lightly thrusted his hips into your backside, creating friction right on your opening.

You were beginning to breathe faster.

“I can take it...I need it...”

“What can you take?” He sarcastically asked.

“I need your cock inside me...”

“Where do you want it, baby?”

He reached around with his left palm to lightly grab your throat as he continued to fondle your right breast. He didn’t put any pressure on your neck to make sure this was within boundaries.

Dominating and respectful? Hell yeah. You were all in.

“In my... oh fuck.” You hissed as put pressure onto your throat while simultaneously thrusting harder into you. Your neck instantly breaking and leaning back onto him.

“You said you couldn’t wait to get on your knees for me...isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Yes... yes... Please let me take you in my mouth.”

“Get on your knees.”

You obliged. But as soon as you turned around you had to crash into his lips just once. He moaned into your mouth as he kissed you powerfully. He grabbed the side of your face tenderly and then bit your bottom lip, making you moan as you dropped to your knees.

“Good girl.”

He slowly pushed his Oaklandish sweatpants down and kicked them out of your way.

Holy... fuck...

He placed his hands behind his head, looking at you cockily as he watched you stare in awe at his giant bulge under the Calvin Klein briefs

“Like what you see?”

You slid your hands slowly up his thighs. “I’m one fucking lucky lady”

You kissed slowly up his right thigh then passed right over him to suck on his obliques and around his groin.

“Shit...” he hissed as he adjusted in his seat. The thought of driving him to the edge again brought you endless excitement. You noticed he began to perspire slightly, signaling he was getting heated. Daveed’s hands released from behind his head to stroke the side of your face and gently tried to guide your head to where he wanted you to be.

You nudged his hands away. Both of your hands interlaced as you slowly, over top of his briefs, brushed your lips down his shaft. He released a guttural, primal, moan and sent instant pleasure to your core. You released your hands from his and grabbed the waistline of his briefs. You pulled them down to strip him completely naked.

This was something you could’ve only dreamt about. You couldn’t make this shit up. This was quite simply the largest erection you’ve ever encountered. You were slightly timid to begin to finish what you started, but you were up for this challenge.

He let out the sweetest giggle when he saw your reaction. His million dollar smile filled you with butterflies. He reached behind you before you could touch him to unclasp your bra, baring your chest.

“God damn, Y/N...” He began touching himself just at the sight of you, stroking slowly while biting his lip.

Quickly, you pushed his hands away to show him his hands were no match for your mouth. You parted your lips to suck just gently, right on his head while making piercing eye contact with him. He pushed your hair behind you ears on one side and gently place his other hand on the back of your head, aiming to push you down further. You popped your lips off of him making a sucking sound.

“Is this what you imagined when you thought of the bullet sucking you dry?” You were in the dirtiest mindset imaginable. You were ready to do anything for this man.

“Mmmm...” was all he could say as he remained watching you with awe.

You began blowing him again, this time deeper, slowly bobbing your head up and down while lightly playing with his balls. You couldn’t quite fit his entire length in your mouth yet, but were close. You released his balls and used your other hand to cover the rest of his shaft to the base of his cock. You twisted as you sucked, giving light pressure to send him into heaven.

“You’re amazing at that...” was all he could say as he released his head back onto the couch closing his eyes in pure bliss.

You began to speed up, noticing him squirm even more, tensing his quads, trying to reach his peak. You stopped completely causing him to shoot up in his seat.

He stood up and picked you up to standing. He put one hand around the back of your neck and one on the small of your back to forcefully pull you into him. He immediately explored your mouth with his tongue, slowly moving to suck onto your neck... right onto the sweet spot behind your ear.

“Fuck.” you whispered. You had touched yourself to the thought of just that many times before this man even know you existed.

He stopped and gripped tighter on the back of your neck as he leaned into your ear, “Turn around.” he ordered. Both of you were a panting mess and the whole control thing began to blur. Both of you were losing control to the other.

You gladly obliged. He pushed your head down so your ass was up. He lightly spanked you playfully as a light moan left your lips. You didn’t realize you’d be turned on by someone spanking you, but you were into it.

You turned around, giving him a sexy look. “Harder.”

He nodded and then spanked you again, leaving a light red mark on your right cheek.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, understand?”

He ripped off your lavender thong. You stepped out of it, revealing how wet you were to him. He couldn’t resist the sight and immediately dropped to his knees behind you. Without warning or hesitation, he grabbed your ass and pulled you into him, licking everything that was dripping down, from your clit to your opening.

Your eyes rolled back into your head and your knees buckled. His hands kept you steady although you were sinking into pure bliss.

“You taste so good...” he said taking a breath before going back to work. You have never been eaten out from this angle before and it was sending shivers down your entire body. You began slightly shaking.

“Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god...” was all you could muster as he explored you with his mouth. He switched between gently sucking on your clit to licking your slit. You were almost to pure ecstasy and your body was not able to hold back. The way his tongue flicked against you was otherworldly. Every time you would moan or attempt to say his name he would moan back sexily. You could feel his humming against you and it drove you wild.

“You’re going to wait to cum until I’m inside you, understand?” He muffled. But you couldn’t understand a single word coming from his mouth.

“Daveed please... Daveed please”

“Please what?”

“Daveed I’m com-” before you could even finish the sentence, your orgasm hit you unlike any one had ever in your entire life. Your legs shook until you fell into the table you were bent over. You swore you just saw stars. Waves and waves of pleasure kept hitting you.

You were coming back to consciousness as Daveed flipped you over on your back on the patterned rug on his floor. He was hovering just over you...

“What did I say?”

You started dazzlingly into his eyes, trying to get your own eyes to focus.

A light mixture between a moan and a sigh came out of your throat, but no answer.

“You're in for it now, Y/N.”

Before you knew it, you were in Daveed’s strong, toned arms. You felt so safe, so cared for, even in the midst of a fuck. You practically melted in his grip. He carried you down the hallway back into his bedroom. He flipped a switch and down came his blackout curtains, only leaving a small amount of sunlight escape from the bottoms of the windows. You were almost certain he would throw you on the bed, but instead he laid you down, gentler than ever against his cloud like down comforter. You sunk into it with pleasure.

He crawled directly over top of you. The smidge of sunlight made his chains sparkle as they dangled over you.

“You just had to fire your weapon out there didn’t you, “Y/N?”

Bullet joke. Good one. Points for creativity.

“I couldn’t help myself.” You spread your legs, giving him the green light to enter you.

He took his cock in his hand, stroked it a few times, and placed it right at your opening. Everything in you wanted to push your hips to fit his full length deep inside you. He dragged it up and down your slit. Driving you crazy.

“Jesus Christ, Diggs, just fuck me already.” You were desperate.

He grabbed his headboard with one arm and behind your backside with the next.

“Are you on birth control?”

You shook your head yes. You were thankful he asked, you weren’t even thinking about a condom, which was completely irrational and... you broke from your racing thoughts to hear him state...

“Well since you asked for it...”

In one, excruciating second, he growled, thrusted forcefully and deep, directly into you, filling you to the brim and then some. Not even a moan, but a scream, escaped your lips.

“God damn you’re so tight...you feel..... amazing...” He pulled out slowly, then forcefully thrusted, multiple times. Slowly exiting and powerfully entering as your walls already started to squeeze around him.

You spread your legs further, showcasing your flexibility. You then snuck both of your legs onto his toned shoulders, making your entrance even tighter for Daveed, to give him maximum pleasure. It was the least you could do since you already came.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m not gonna be able to last long if you stay like that.”

“I don't mind” you responded. The innocence in your eyes drove Daveed wild.

He began speeding up his pace. Every thrust brought you more and more pleasure. They always say sex isn’t this magical in movies and shit, but this was real.

“Ride me.” He said as he flipped you from your back to on top of him, seamlessly.

You slid down even deeper onto his hard cock and could feel it pulsating inside of you.

“God you’re so fucking hot.” You blurted.

He reached out and fondled your breasts as you began to ride him, grinding onto him. Soon enough he pulled you into a sensual, romantic kiss, running his fingers through your hair. The thrusting stopped. God this was perfect.

You hovered over him and pulled away, just taking a second to be still with him, looking into his eyes. You felt magic. A spark.

The thrusting from his end began, putting him completely in control.

He then grabbed the base of your hair with his right palm, put it into a fist and lightly pulled while holding you down with his left forearm, embracing you.

“Look at me, Y/N... You’re so goddamn fine. You’re so goddamn gorgeous riding me like that.”

You moaned, rolling your eyes until they closed. Your orgasm slowly building,

“Look at me.” Your eyes shot back open at his mercy.

“You're so fucking sexy” you responded keeping eye contact.

He thrusted faster and harder, faster and harder, getting sloppier as the pleasure built between the two of you.

“I’m close Daveed... I’m so close” you moaned. He took his hand from out of your hair and put his hand under your chin. His thumb stroked your lips. You lightly sucked on his thumb throwing him over the edge.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum...” he yelled.

As he felt your walls tighten intensely around his cock, he grunted and began spilling into you.

“Ah fuck it feels so good...” he grunted as he finished with you on top of him.

You crashed into him, laying like a lump on top of his chest. You felt both of your chests rise and fall in unison, laying there naked, feeling primal and satisfied. You felt so close with him. A connection you never thought was imaginable.

About a minute passed as you caught your breath and planted small, romantic kisses into one another with your eyes closed.

“Wow.” was all you could mutter.

“Shit that was somethin else.” He said as he began playing with his hair. “Okay let’s see... how am I gonna get up?”

You both giggled as he reached for a tissue on his nightstand. He flipped you over gently as he pulled out. Some of his cum started spilling out of you and he handed you his tissue and reached for a new one.

“You stay there. I’ll be right back. Don't worry about the sheets.” You got a nice view of his tight booty from the dim light as he exited quickly to his bathroom.

You laid there, completely in bliss. You were definitely going to be sore on Monday. The first thing that popped into your mind was... God I hope this wasn’t a one time thing. That was too fucking perfect. Daveed was too fucking perfect. God Daveed was otherworldly...

Oh no.

Fuck.

The thing that you couldn’t believe you’d ever feel again after the heartbreak you experienced after your last relationship. The thing you would have to bury so far down in order to function.

Fuck.

You’ve caught feelings.

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anika-ann · 4 years ago

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Attached - Pt.3

Words of Filth

Type: (mini)-series, college AU, professor AU (technically)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 4200

Summary: Modern-college-professor AU… aka the wrong attachment AU ;)

The words that started it all. Your dirty fantasy that was never supposed to see the light of day, let alone be read by Professor Barnes or Rogers. Why couldn’t you at least go with less obvious professor name?

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut and a bit of filth, hints of dom/sub, oral (male receiving), cock warming, unprotected sex, use of the term ‘babygirl’, praise kink, professor kink (kinda?), brief mention of cumplay, potential age gap (? age not specified; just assumed), swearing (always)

A/N: Special thanks to @kayteewritessteve who read over this chapter and convinced me that it’s okay to post it despite my numerous doubts. She was being her amazing self about it, naturally, and I lowkey fell in

A/N.2: Miss Clark is ‘reader’s’ alter ego in the story she wrote

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You knew that what you were about to do was risky – but hell, you needed to try. Chances were that it wouldn’t even go that far; Professor Roberts was a respected scholar and just because he was the object of your dirty fantasies, it didn’t mean he would treat your request that way. Though the lingering gazes exchanged in the class told you that it might be exactly the case.

He invited you in instantly after you knocked, smiling slightly from behind his desk as he welcomed you and beckoned you to take a seat, scribbling some note on the paper he had been reading through before you entered.

With your teeth worrying over your red-painted lips, you hesitantly obeyed, dropping your backpack by the chair, adjusting your black pencil skirt.

Professor Roberts pouted slightly, pink lips peeking through his absolutely glorious beard and you decided to use the opportunity of his attention being elsewhere to feast your eyes on him. On his sharp jawline softened by the neatly trimmed beard, on his long eyelashes framing his gorgeous blues, on his dark blonde hair combed to side giving him an aura of a serious man, a gentleman from another time.

Your gaze travelled down his neck and arm – he was wearing one of the cardigans you loved on him just making the image in front of you downright panties-dropping –, stopping at the hand he was holding his pen with, still writing whatever complicated thought had been in his head. Seeing his long fingers, you had to close your eyes, your mind instantly filled with unholy images of where these fingers could go.

You had walked in ready to do whatever was necessary to earn your missing credit, but the truth was that should he ask a particular kind of favour, you’d feel blessed and very happy to oblige. Professor Roberts, to put it simply, was sex on legs – long legs emphasized by the dress pants with slightly higher waist he had a habit of wearing – and you would object to very few of things he might suggest.

“Now, Miss Clark, I understand we had some trouble with your final test. It did not paint you in the best light,” he started finally and you snapped your eyes open, trying your best to ignore the surge of desire when your name rolled off of his tongue so easily as if he was saying it every day… whispering it to your ear, groaning it as he-

“Y-yes, Professor. My nerves, unfortunately, got better of me,” you explained softly, looking into his eyes, feeling your stomach twist. God, his eyes.

“Interesting. From what I saw during my classes, you never seemed to be the studying type in the first place… did you study for the test at all? Honestly, please.”

You gulped, unable to hold his gaze. You shook your head and he sighed, leaning his elbows on the desk.

“That is that I was afraid of. Miss Clark, when you do pay attention in my class, you even display a great capacity for seeing matters in a different light, from unusual angles, posing questions that make me wonder too. That is a very precious quality to possess,” he complimented you unexpectedly, and the surprise of it caused your eyes to meet his, intense blue burning – and for the first time, you discovered a drop of green in them, making your heart nearly stop.

Who gave him the damn right to be so hot and be a professor? How was one supposed to focus in the class in the first place with this specimen standing at the front?

You gulped, realizing you should probably express gratitude.

“Thank you, Professor.”

Professor Roberts nodded contentedly that his message was received.

“However, it is not enough.”

“Is there any chance at all that I might earn the credit?” you asked, defeatedly at first sight, slightly suggestively if he dared to truly look.

His back straightened a bit, his already square shoulders growing in size.

“There might be. I don’t usually give second chances, but for you, I might make an exception,” he hummed thoughtfully. “But I truly need to see some effort on your part, Miss Clark. Are you willing to put effort into your work?”

You licked your lips, the fact that his eyes followed the movement before swiftly returning to meet your gaze not escaping your notice.

There was hope after all.

Slowly rising to your feet, feeling almost shocking slickness between your legs at the prospect of pleasing him in any way he asked, you stood up by his desk, determined.

“I am willing to work very hard, Professor Roberts,” you declared, swallowing your jitters and holding his gaze.

A sweet smile spread on his lips, a plush temptation framed by his well-kept facial hair.

“I am pleased to hear that. How do you suggest you show me your genuine endeavour to earn your credit?”

This time without hesitation, you walked around the table, not averting his gaze once. He spun in the chair so his whole body faced you, his head tilted to side, a smile still playing in the corner of his lips. His eyes grew considerably darker and it only added to the heat in your abdomen. He wanted you too.

You unbuttoned the top of your blouse just to show a bit more cleavage than was considered polite.

“Like you said. I am willing to put a lot of effort into… my work.”

Without any verbal response on his part, he moved the chair a bit backwards and spun back to the table again, leaving just enough space for you to fit there.

“I am glad we have an understanding. Unfortunately, I need to grade these papers. I believe we will have to be multitasking.”

You nodded, falling to your knees and moving to fit between the desk and him, right between his legs. You would be ashamed for the saliva already pooling in your mouth, but he was such a fine man that you couldn’t even try to deny that you in fact wanted to do this.

Silently undoing the buckle on his leather belt – and Christ, was the item giving you ideas – you unzipped his pants and slid them a bit lower with his help.

He shifted in the chair when you looked up at him, one of your hands reaching out and palming his growing erection. You shuddered at the sensation of his warmth on your skin and you knew he noticed. Something flashed in his eyes, but he turned his attention to the papers on his desk, seemingly unbothered by your actions.

He grew perfectly hard in your hand quickly and you freed him from his boxers, revelling at the sight of his erect cock as much as feeling slight worry about being able to handle such a challenge. You had felt him in your hand obviously, but seeing him fully ready, quite big and thick and majestic dare to say, you couldn’t but gulp, already feeling your throat burning.

Smearing the precum forming at the tip, you stroked him several times before taking an inch between your lips.

For a briefest moment, it dawned to you that perhaps you should feel dirty for doing this – but you didn’t. All you felt was need and desire – and if the feeling was mutual, then no matter the power imbalance in play, you couldn’t make yourself feel bad about it.

Not when you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, tasting him, and one of his hands slipped into your hair, encouraging you with a sigh. You sucked lightly before moving on, swallowing more of him and using your hands – one you laid on his thigh for the time being, the other wrapping around his neglected member.

You sucked again and bobbed your head, earning a hiss and a gentle pull on your hair. Not ceasing your movements, you raised your gaze to peek at his face; his jaw clenched, his eyes met yours and you felt him twitch in your mouth, the grip on your hair tightening.

“You look so pretty like that, with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, sending a fresh wave of warmth to your underwear, his appreciation causing your stomach to clench pleasantly. Encouraged, you took more of him and hollowed your cheeks. “Ah, shit- this feels-- you’re doing so good-“

Your hand nearly slipped and went straight to your underwear when he cursed – the nice collected professor falling apart under your hands and mouth, under your spell, that was a turn-on you hadn’t expected. The prove of your power over him was overwhelming as you tasted more of his precum on your tongue, eagerly licking at his shaft, exploring the weight of him, causing his hips to jerk forward.

“Ah, sweetheart-“ he groaned, losing all pretence that he was doing anything but relishing the heat and slickness of your mouth, his irises blown wide as he cupped your jaw with his other hand. You shuddered at both the movement and the pet name sounding so sweet and breathy on his lips.

You hollowed your cheeks again, but to your surprise, he used the grip on you to pull out with a wet pop, drops of drool staining his black pants. Before you could swallow both your saliva and disappointment and ask what you had done wrong, he lifted your chin up, the pad of his thumb brushing your swelled lower lip and the smeared lipstick on it.

Your hurt at his interruption, baffling as he had appeared to be enjoying himself, must have shown on your face, because for a second, something kind appeared in his eyes.

“You were doing great, babygirl, but this isn’t going to work,” he explained gently and his free hand slipped under your arm, hauling you up. “In fact, you were too good, too distracting.”

Reassured and yet confused, you followed his direction and scrambled to your feet. God, that pet name. Babygirl, spoken so softly with an edge of a raspy desire… your panties had been sufficiently ruined already and now... you were sure you must have been dripping down your thighs at this point.

As if he could hear your thoughts, his gaze fell under the cut of your skirt and he frowned, his fingers moving to the redness of your knees.

“And look at that, hurting your knees like that,” he lamented, his gaze trailing up higher along with his hand, solid warmth moving up your inner thigh under your pencil skirt. His eyes flickered up to yours, a wicked smile that caused your heart to beat its way out of your chest painting his lips. “Can’t have you hurting like this, babygirl, less so when you’re wearing a skirt.”

His thumb swept at the sensitive skin of the junction of your thigh and sex and then disappeared altogether, allowing you to release the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. He tugged at your skirt then, his eyes sparkling.

“Off with this. Come sit with me.”

Sit with- oh. OH.

Your thighs clenched at the premise, your walls quivering when you imagined the fulness he would offer.

He raised an expectant eyebrow, challenging even, and you swiftly moved your fingers to undo the zipper on the back of your skirt, allowing the black material pool at your feet. Roberts spared your lower half an appreciative glance, his cock still standing at attention as you raised your leg to try and balance yourself on his chair.

He watched you hungrily through half-lidded eyes, his tongue darting to wet his pink lips, no doubt so soft in contrast to his rough beard. God, what you wouldn’t give to feel that beard and tongue between your thighs… but his thigh would do too, god, you’d ride it into sunset… or better yet, his cock.

“That’s it, get up here, make yourself comfortable,” he instructed you, placing his wide palms on the back of your thighs as you positioned yourself above him, probably looking awkward as you realized you should have discard your underwear as well.

One of his fingers traced your soaked panties, teasing your entrance, causing your breath to hitch, before a satisfied smile appeared on his lips, pushing the useless material aside.

“So pretty and ready for me, sweetheart,” he praised you again in husky voice, guiding you down to sit on his cock and you couldn’t stop the needy mewling sound erupting from your throat when the head of his thick cock nudged at your weeping cunt, stretching you beyond imaginable.

You could feel his heated gaze on you, revelling at how good he made you feel, how he made you crave his cock. A sigh escaped his parted lips as you descended, feeling every inch of him you took deep within your core, so good, but a little too much, the stretch leaving a considerable burn behind.

“Careful now, don’t hurt yourself, babygirl…. God, you’re so tight-- so wet and warm for me, what a good girl,” he hummed, his hands kneading your ass when you finally seated yourself, so full you could cry, and you whimpered at the words falling from his lips, sparking something inside you which you forgot you lived for. You wanted to be such a good girl for him, just to hear him say it. “Comfortable? Because I need you to sit still until I finish these… can’t have you distracting me wiggling around, sweetheart...”

You gulped, shifting just once to adjust to his length and thickness, causing both of you to moan in pleasure.

“I said sit still, babygirl, I have work to finish,” he rasped into your ear, grazing your earlobe with his teeth and your core pulsated at the sensation, sending a shiver down your spine.

You were sitting on top of the most attractive man you ever met, his cock buried inside you and you were supposed to not to move? This was fucking torture.

It was like placing your favourite dessert in front of you, close enough for you to smell it, almost taste it on your tongue, but forbidding you to dig in. Worst even.

“Yes, Professor Rogers,” you whispered, feeling his smile against your neck and then the warmth of his breath disappeared from your skin and he indeed went to grade the damn papers.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you put all of your willpower into not moving a muscle, breathing through the sweet torturous sensation. Your mind wandered, images of him fucking you once he finished his stupid work and you felt yourself clench around him on occasion, earning a gruff warning each time.

You had no clue how much time had passed, but it felt like forever before he put his pen down, moving his hands to the back of your thighs, his lips catching the corner of your mouth, his beard scratching your skin pleasantly. You chased after his mouth on instinct and he chuckled, squeezing your flesh, causing your eyes to snap open.

His pupils were blown impossibly wide, only leaving a thin ring of blue for you to see. You could have drowned in it anyway.

“What a good girl you were, being almost still for me…” he hummed, sounding pleased, the praise going straight to your pussy, his hips snapping up to thrust deeper inside you, making you wince in pain and mewl in pleasure. “Let’s move this somewhere else.”

Before you even had a chance to react, he hauled you up in his arms and you instinctively grabbed at his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist, the display of strength making you dizzy with desire, the sensation of his flexed muscles under your palms only feeding the flame in your core.

You would let him do anything to you at that moment. Fuck you against a wall, hold you down, tie you up, anything. Just so he let you come because you were this close to reaching the point of insanity. The anticipation was killing you.

He walked you to the couch; it was a miracle that your foot hooked in his pants, preventing him from stepping on the fabric and sending you both to the ground. If that was a miracle though, then the head of his cock hitting just the right spot, as he seated you both on the much more comfortable and stable couch, was divine.

“Oh my God-“ you breathed out, your head falling back and his hand moved to your throat, fingers wrapping around it indulgingly in almost a caress, a stark contrast to the rough thrust of his hips up which hit that spot again.

“So fucking pretty,” he mumbled and then his mouth was on yours, dirty kiss with tongues tangling together, your imagination supplying you with how it would feel in your pussy and you whined into his mouth, nails scratching at his biceps over the cardigan, his own gripping your ass and nape. He withdrew abruptly, leaving you breathless and needing more. “Now show me some real work, babygirl. Ride my cock, take what you need.”

The words struck you like a lightning in your veins, your walls quivering at his request alone. Without needing to be told twice, you gripped his shoulders to brace yourself and begun to fuck yourself on that magnificent cock of his, finding the exact spot you craved to have stimulated.

You could feel him watching you with a grin, broken at the edges with his own pleasure as you rode him, his hands kneading your ass, your breaths over the material of your blouse and bra, clumsy fingers undoing the buttons and slipping it from your shoulders, unclasping the hooks of the last fabric in his way.

“God, such a good girl, so needy, so desperate for my cock- fuck,” he groaned when you undulated your hips in a new way, his fingers suddenly digging into your flesh, your muscles cramping from the strain, but you couldn’t stop, not when you were so close, you had to-- you needed to- “Come for me pretty girl, come on-“

When his fingers moved to dance over your clit, you lost it. You cried out as you felt apart, heat surging through your body, your cunt clenching around his length, sending fresh waves of pleasure into your system. The cramps in your thighs were long forgotten as you rode it out, his finger never ceasing its motions, playing with your clit and sanity.

And then his hand was gone, tearing your panties loose, grabbing you by your hips and thrusting forward, dragging his cock along your oversensitive walls. You winced, gasping at the almost painful sensation. Instinctively, you straightened your elbows, trying to get away, but his hold on you only grew firmer, guiding you to meet his movements.

You felt something in your abdomen twist, a strange sensation, too intense yet pleasant, your arms going limp, uncertain if you wanted to resist it or ask for more. You struggled to remember your own name as he hit a new spot inside you, causing you to see stars, your knees to wobble, your breath to stuck in your lungs.

Too much, this was too much-

“Prof-professor-“ you choked out, once again attempting to get away from the overwhelming knot in your abdomen and his dark eyes met yours, glassy and determined, a wicked greedy glint in them. You realized what he wanted, but you- “I’ve never-- I-I can’t-“

“Oh you can, sweetheart, I know you can,” he opposed in hoarse voice, his cock swelling in you, a breathy sound escaping your mouth at the feeling of insane fulness. His gaze fell on your breasts, bouncing with each snap of his hips and then it moved lower, your own unable to resist and take a peek. You both watched his cock driving into you, glistening with your juices, some running down your thighs.

“Ah, shit, you feel so- look at that, taking my cock so well-“ he muttered, dazzled, and you felt yourself clench around him, causing him to throw his head back. “So wet, squeezing me so tight. You gonna come again? Make a mess for me like the good girl you are?”

You whined, feeling yourself on the verge of something unknown and amazing as his movements got sloppy, his rhythm broken, the wet sound and skin slapping skin filling your ears like cotton, making you deaf to the world around you.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded and you shook your head automatically, just knowing you couldn’t take anything more than this. “Want you to squirt for me, babygirl. Touch that pretty clit for me, right now.”

He worked you like an instrument, one he knew how to play better than yourself. You obeyed with a deep inhale and felt yourself explode with only few circling motions of your finger, vision turning white with searing pleasure, a cry ripped from your throat, core clenching in a steely grip around his length. You barely felt his cum coating your inner walls, too busy fighting for air, for a grasp on any semblance of reality in this heaven and hell aligned.

Your whole body was floating, the pressure in your core slowly easing as you breathed, a distant sensation of fingers threading through your hair.

When your eyes fluttered open, you felt a stray tear running down your cheek, your gaze meeting with an adoring and very much self-satisfied pair of green-blue eyes.

“Told you you could do it,” he whispered, catching the drop of salt water on your skin, his thumb brushing your lips, automatically falling open to take it in.

A grin spread on his lips at that and he pulled out, the warm wetness running down your thighs instantly catching your attention and making you shiver in aftershocks. You could already feel the soreness that would follow you for days, but it was nothing in comparison to the sensation of his fingers tracing your mixed juices on your skin, almost as if painting a picture, a filthy piece of art.

“How long is that skirt of yours, babygirl?” he ruminated, rendering you speechless as his finger left a wet trail down your thigh, stopping just where you knew the hem of your skirt would be. “How far can I go without people noticing what you’ve been you up to, hm?”

Christ, you couldn’t breathe in properly, almost shocked at the fresh wave of desire that surged through you. You went nearly blind with pleasure just minutes ago and your pussy was so fucked out you wouldn’t be able to walk straight, but God, would you let him ravish you all over again. Who knew that Professor Roberts was made of pure filth?

As if wanting to contradict the impression he left – or confirm it – he framed your face with his palms and took your mouth with his in a kiss you felt in your very soul, dirty, but full of unspoken words you could wonder about once your mind cleared enough to form actual thoughts.

He slowly urged you to stand up then, knees wobbly, skin sticky with sweat and proves of pleasure, hair sticking to the back of your neck and your forehead from your efforts. The useless piece of fabric – not in shreds but beyond repair – slid down your legs and you shakily walked to where you discarded your skirt, barely able to slip in on. Your bra was next, then your blouse. Your panties dangled from his finger before landing on his desk, a clear sign that you wouldn’t be wearing them anymore.

Professor Roberts already stood up and made himself presentable, even with a small patch of dampness on his dress pants and a barely-there flush to his face; you could only imagine what a sight you made, sweaty, your make-up running. Grinning at you, he handed you a wet wipe.

You automatically went to bend over to clean the mess you both made, but a hand on your wrist stopped you.

“That’s for your make-up, sweetheart,” he informed you gently, a twinkle in his eye, and you could feel heat rising to your cheeks, your core clenching around nothing once more.

Oh, he’s serious about that. He really wanted you to walk back to your apartment with cum running down your thighs. Well then.

“Of-of course. I’m sorry, Professor,” you stuttered a sweet apology, doing some guesswork as you fixed your face best as you could without a mirror. He gave you a gracious smile, handing you your backpack, tugging a loose strand of your damp hair behind your ear, almost tenderly. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure. However, your work isn’t entirely done.” Your heart stopped. What did that mean? “We need to make sure you will start working more consistently. How about you come here next week at the same time?”

A relieved smile found its way to your face, the prospect of this repeating sending a surge of arousal through your veins. You nodded and headed for the door – an unlocked door, you realized for the first time, your heart jumping when you imagined the possible consequences of your sloppiness.

Was it fear of excitement you felt? You couldn’t even tell anymore.

“And Miss Clark?” Professor Roberts called out lowly, causing you to stop in your tracks and look at him. He beckoned to the piece of fabric on his desk. “I don’t want anything in my way next time. We have an understanding, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Professor Roberts.”

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This was way WAY out of my area of expertise and I had no clue what I was doing. So I just hope liked it at least a bit. It got a bit filthy but there was still a tiny piece of sweetness maybe, because it’s me? I don’t even know anymore.

Feedback appreciated, but gosh, please don’t be too harsh, my soul is fragile and condemned to go to hell after writing this. Good news is, I might meet Professor Barnes there, so it’s not entirely bad.

Thank you for reading!

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r3volutionary-queen · 4 years ago

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Chapter Nineteen Sneak Peek (unedited)

Everyone had seen the footage from the infamous fight on the bridge. It had overwhelmed Twitter within minutes of being released and for weeks, it was the main content taking up the evening news.

Lethal. Devastating. Violent. Destructive.

That was what the media labeled Steve and Bucky’s combat. But as Darcy watched the two of them move with such precision, she thought that it was almost like a dance—one of lethal grace. They both knew the steps and how to counter-step without a second thought… or perhaps it was that they both knew the partner.

The two of them had been going at it for a solid fifteen minutes now and neither man showed signs of tiring. Not that she really expected them to, being super soldiers and all… The only issue was that the grunting was really getting to be obscene. If she closed her eyes, she was pretty sure her toes would curl.

Darcy’s wicked grin, however, was cut short when Steve had finally gotten Bucky backed into a corner and as a result, the dark-haired man pulled out a knife. He flipped it expertly in his right hand as Steve was distracted attacking his left side, trying to deal with that deadly arm.

Fear rocketed through Darcy and she dropped her nearly empty mug, scrambling gracelessly to her feet with a wordless shout of warning.

Steve froze and whipped his head up, crushing blue eyes instantly locking in on Darcy in alarm. Not for himself, but for her. She rushed forward, gripping the railing with both hands, her heart thundering in her chest. And then his gaze snapped back to Bucky as the brunette pressed the blade of his knife lightly to Steve’s throat.

A beat of silence.

And then—

“Gotcha,” Bucky told him with a shit-eating grin and a waggle of his brows.

Darcy blinked and then frowned. Off to the side, Clint gave a slow applaud while Natasha kept her expression carefully blank. Darcy looked at them, utterly confused at their lack of concern, and then back to Bucky and Steve.

Bucky pulled the knife away from Steve’s neck and turned to face her. He took it with his metal hand and then held it up and pressed the tip into the flesh of his right, still wearing that same, stupid smile.

“It’s a training blade,” Bucky called out in a louder voice and Darcy’s face went aflame.

Of course, it was. God, I’m an idiot.

As if he had read her embarrassment, Bucky’s smile became a touch softer. “Don’t worry, Sunshine, I’m not gonna gut, Steve. He’s too pretty. However,” he slid a cocky glance at the frustrated, panting blond. “I did win that round.”

“Oh, bullshit you did,” Steve sneered, clearly not taking his loss very well. His hands went to his narrow hips as he muttered, “There was a distraction.”

“There’s distractions in the field, too.”

Steve gave Bucky a withering glare and kept it on him even as he called out in a commanding tone, “Clint, you’re up—you and Barnes, since he’s still got so much energy.”

Bucky laughed, tucking the knife away.

“If you presented more of a challenge, Rogers, maybe I’d be wiped out.”

Steve simmered and ran his tongue over his teeth. Darcy watched as the blond murmured something to Bucky, too quiet for Darcy to hear, but from the way Bucky went utterly still and then slid his eyes over Steve like he was sex on a stick, she had an idea as to the subject. Her brows lifted; curiosity piqued. But then the moment was broken with Clint stepping onto the mats, bouncing lightly on his toes as he shook out his arms.

“C’mon, we don’t have all day for you two to flirt,” there was a smirk in Clint’s voice. “Fight now, fuck later.”

Bucky rolled his shoulders, as if he was trying to shake off whatever Steve had said, and turned towards the archer. “Alright Barton, let’s go then,” he pointed a finger at him. “No goddamn paintball guns. I know you have them stashed around here and I don’t wanna be picking fuckin’ neon green shit out of my ears. Strictly hand to hand.”

“Says the asshole who brought out a knife.”

Bucky’s grin was a blade in and of itself. “There were extenuating circumstances.”

“Oh?” Clint asked lightly as they began to slowly circle one another. “What were those?”

The only answer Bucky gave was a feral looking smile, and then he struck. Darcy slowly released the railing from the white-knuckled grip she had, her breath slowly deflating out of her chest. Below, drinking from a water bottle, Steve was staring up at her, and it was like a goddamn brand on her skin. She watched his throat work, bobbing as he swallowed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then smoothed out his beard and despite the rather impressive show Clint and Bucky were giving, Steve continued to stare. At her. His eyes didn’t twinkle with mischief, weren’t soft with affection, no, this look he was giving her was one thing and one thing alone: hunger.

Steve looked like a man who would eat her alive.

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howardpotts · 5 years ago

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hi! may you please write a Bucky Barnes one with prompt 93? take your time :)

So… This almost took me a literal year. But here it is! Haha! Get ready for some cute clumsy Bucky! But I made it pretty long, so enjoy!

(OHMYGOD AFTER I WAS DONE, I REALISED I DID THE WRONG PROMPT!!!!! IM SO SORRY!!!!! but this prompt is too long to ditch and idk there’s a little teasing in it so i guess its a bit like???? the??? prompt????)

93. “It was so worth the injury, though!”

It was a lazy sunday for the both of you. After an intense week of training and excersizing, this sunday was well-deserved. Your muscles were a bit sore and stretchy, so a day of rest felt like heaven.

“What d’ya wanna watch?”, Bucky asks. You’re both laying on the couch; you’re on the left side while he is on the right. Your feet are in his lap and he’s softly massaging; both feet getting equal attention from him.

“Dunno, maybe a romantic comedy?”, you ask as you watch his reaction.

“Ugh, no. I’m really not in the mood for that. What about an older movie?”, he suggests. You sigh and shake your head, not feeling that kind of genre at all.

“We could also get to Disney+ and watch-”

“You and your disney addiction. Rather watch one of those romantic ones”, he smirks, unconsiously pulling your feet a little bit closer to him to get a better grip.

“Okay, so a romcom it is”, you state as you start scrolling through the feed towards the right section.

“Hey, that’s not what I said! I want to watch something exciting - like a thriller or a horror”, he responds as he gives your left foot a little swat.

“Yeah? Why don’t you try stop me?”, you challenge with a little smirk on your face.

“Oh darling, you know you shouldn’t push these buttons”, he warns as he gets a smile on his face as well; throwing your feet off his lap on the ground. Within a split second his body is on yours, his head on the same height as your breasts. His hand reaching for the remote in your free hand.

You’re quicker, though. Your arm goes up, out of his reach. Even though you could predict his next move, you still didn’t move your arm, not sure what other option you have of keeping the remote to yourself. Meanwhile you’ve found the right section and are about to start some random movie that’s first in row.

“Oh, hell no, baby”, Bucky grins and he pokes in your armpit, making you retract your arm, just before you start the movie. He gets the remote from you and removes himself from you.

“Babe, are you kidding me?”, you sigh as he gets comfortable again in his spot. He starts zapping through the sections, so now you get into action. You, however, know you’re not going to win it by strength. You need to use your brains.

How do you outsmart a guy like Bucky? Simple. You get him to not think with his brain anymore, but with his dick.

“James”, you say with a sultry voice. For a second he stops and looks at you before focussing on the screen again with a big smirk on his face.

“You’re going to use your body for this?”, he asks playfully. You know he doesn’t mean it in any way insulting, so you just bite your lip and nod, knowing he’s still watching you from the corner of his eye.

“Oh baby”, you say as you crawl to him like a tiger. “Oh, James.”

You press your chest to his arm, your hand going through his rough beard. Fingers slowly pushing his head to your direction. His eyes don’t leave the screen, though.

“Baby, you’re so sexy”, you breath as you start giving him quick kisses on his lips.

“I know”, he says to your annoyance. You desperately want to roll your eyes, but keep yourself from doing it. Your kisses start going from his lips to his neck, your hand wandering from his chest to his lower parts.

“Hm, what do you think about The Conjuring?”, he asks, knowingly stretching time to keep this little game going.

“I’d rather see you fuck my brains out right now”, you respond. He loves direct dirty talk and you know it; so you use it as an advantage.

“It isn’t working, darling”, he says with a cute little smile on his face. You pout a little, but refuse to give up. Your hand strokes a little over his clothed member as your teeth sink into his neck.

You can feel the impact your having, as his cock is slowly growing erect right under your hand. You can’t help but smirk at that.

“Insideous sounds good”, he keeps going. You don’t even respond to that, but you proceed to unbutton and unzip his jeans.

You sink through your knees in front of him, looking at him. He can’t resist to look at you. He loves looking at you when you’re on your knees in front of him. It makes you vulnerable and submissive.

You get his cock out, which is still half soft. It still needs a bit of work before you can get the real action going. And so, you get rid of your shirt and throw it to the other side of the sofa. Your hand strokes his cock a no more than two times before it’s hard.

“Isn’t Slenderman a game too?”, he then says, still searching for a god damn horrormovie. Now, you openly roll your eyes but focus on his cock after that. You pump it a few times more before you spit on it, gaining his attention immediately.

You lick it from it’s shaft up to his tip and do it two more times. Not just to get it wet, but you know he enjoys those licks too. The foreplay to the foreplay, as he calls it. Two more kittylicks on his tip before you take his cock into your mouth. Slowly you start sucking and bobbing up and down with your head. You look up at him, as seductive as possible.

A sigh leaves his mouth, his eyes flutter shut for a brief second and then watch you. You start to really get into it, and you’re moving faster and faster. Your left hand is now also masssaging his balls, your right hand digging into his leg. A few little moans to strengthen your enthusiasm.

You see how he closes his eyes again and how he lays his head against the back of the sofa. Your eyes go to the hand where the remote is at and you see it relax a bit.

Fuck yes.

Your right hand lets go of his leg and steals the remote in a flash, he didn’t even notice what was going on until you were already owner of the remote again.

“Didn’t even use my full body”, you say as you get back on the sofa, leaving him hungry for more but irritated to the bone.

“Oh, but I’m about to use it.” He moves to you - mind you, with his dick still sticking out - and kisses you harshly.

Even though you had fun with this little game, you knew it was over. The remote falls out of your hand, but you don’t even mind for the slightest since his hair is way more fun anyway. You tug is lightly as he greedily squeezes your breast.

Shit, you love hungry Bucky.

Things went quickly from there on and in no time, neither of you had any clothes on and you were moaning from the magic his finger were providing on your clit.

“James”, you sigh, now obviously more turned on than the first time. He takes it as a sign to start pumping his fingers in you. Two fingers are getting in and out of you in a fast pace, while you keep on moaning and sighing; the edge is not far from sight anymore.

“What do you want, baby?”, he sighs. The two fingers stop pumping, but he keeps them in and they start going in circled. God, how you love it when he does that.

“I want”, you sigh, not able to finish the sentence. “I want your cock.”

A little smirk gets on his face as he removes his fingers and gets himself in position to fuck you.

A little satisifying hiss leaves his teeth when he gets in you and slowly starts pumping. God, it feels good to have him in you.

He starts pounding harder and harder, both of your breaths are getting heavier. Your moans are getting more obscene, but you don’t really give a shit. He’s is hitting you good and hard, you’re on your way to your orga-

“OH FUCK”, Bucky yells as he slides out of you and back onto the couch. “Cramps. In my leg.”

“Oh, babe, are you okay?”, you ask worriedly.

He nods, but smirks at the same time. “Wanna ride me, baby?”

“A-are you sure?”, you ask a little dumbfounded. Isn’t he in pain? Instead, he nods and grabs your waist to pull you over his lap.

You let him guide you and get a leg on each side of his hip. He positions his cock for you to sink down on, which you eagerly do. If he says he’s not in so much pain, then you’re willing to go back to having a very good time.

Within seconds you’re back to where you were; very fucking turned on and an inch away from cumming. His hands help you get to a fast but steady rythm, his hips now jerking up to meet yours.

He squeezes his eyes shut. “Fuck, I’m about to cum. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.”

Your own orgams floods over you at that moment. Legs going limp, pace not steady anymore. His hips keep pushing up, hitting you just right. You loudly exclaim his name as you let yourself fall on him, chest to chest. In your mind, you’re taking a note to steal the remote more often if it gets you this kind of pleasure.

When you get off him, he immediately stretches his leg.

“Babe, are you okay?”, you ask worriedly. He just smirks and nods.

__________________________

You’re in the compound, waiting for your boyfriend to be done with the workouts with Steve. You planned to go out for diner, so you’re tugging at your dress a bit impatiently.

Steve comes out of the gym alone, though. A little grin is on his face.

“I think you’ll be late to the restaurant”, he announces.

“Oh, god. What did he do this time?”, you ask with a sigh.

“Check out yourself”, Steve chuckles as he gestures to the door he just walked out of.

As you go through the door, you find Bucky sitting on a bench. Sam was looking at his leg; the same leg he had cramps in yesterday.

“...it was definitely worth the injury though”, he grinned.

“James. Buchanan. Barnes.” You put your hands on your hips. Both men stiffen at the hearing of your voice. Oh how fun it is to have two super soldiers grow silent when you enter a room. You’re definitely going to take advantage of this.

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Good Boy

This is my entry for Buckysthot’s challenge. Thanks for hosting!

Prompt: Degradation

Summary: You are a Hydra Agent and have Captain America held captive.

Warnings: Smut, degradation, fem!dom, you do some nasty stuff to Cap, blood, NONCON (please do not read if this offends you).

Words: 2k

All the bullshit you’d put up with over the years, the constant training, the crap manifestos you didn’t agree with, the missions, no asking questions, being a good soldier, they were worth it. Because right now you found yourself in complete control of the world’s favorite son.

“What are we going to do with you?” You walked around the chair he was chained to, your hand scraping his shoulder. “You’re trying to hide it, but I see you struggling. The chair is bolted down and the chains are made of vibranium. You’re not going anywhere sweetheart.”

“I’m not your sweetheart.” Even with the beard he still looked the part of the golden boy.

“You will be, by the end of the night you’re going to beg for me.” You stopped in front of him, his shirt was off, but he still had those pants in the way. You pulled out your knife, noticing him trying not to flinch. “They all do and you will be no different.”

You grabbed the waist of his pants and dug the blade in, slicing all the way down to his bare foot. He was trying to kick, but his ankles were chained to the chair.

“I bet you’re hard already.” You laughed. “You pathetic little boy.”

“You’re never going to get anything from me.” Steve held his chin up as you sliced the other leg of his pant. “I’ll never talk.”

“Talk?” You pulled away his shredded pants, leaving him in his boxers. “What in the world made you think I wanted you to talk? Quite the opposite. If you open your mouth too much I’ll have to gag you.”

You grinned at the shock on his face.

“I don’t understand.” He was genuine. “What do you need?”

“Absolutely nothing.” You dragged your knife across his thigh, teasing the fabric of his underwear. “Of course you don’t understand. You’re too stupid. Stop trying to use that brain, it’s too little to process whats going on.”

A tingle went over your body at the powerful man you were about to destroy. He was going to fall quick and hard. You were certain of it.

“Let’s see what I get to play with.” You flicked the knife up, shredding his boxers. “Look at that. You are turned on honey.”

His cock was impressive. Another perk. You wrapped your dry hand around it and jerked a few times, enjoying the discomfort on his face.

“Fuck you, you fucking bitch.” He ground his teeth.

WHAM! You slapped him as hard as you could across the face. Before he had time to recover you grabbed his chin and made him look you in the eyes.

“Talk to me that way again and you will regret it.” All playfulness left as you locked eyes with him.

“You’re a cunt.” He glared at you.

You brought your knife up to his chest and pressed the blade into his skin, dragging it hard enough to make him bleed and sting, but not enough to do any permanent damage. When you were done you brought the blade back to the same spot and repeated your method.

“Apologize or I will keep going, digging deeper and deeper each time.” Your voice didn’t carry a hint of anger. “I can do this all night.”

“Fuck. You.” Steve didn’t want to break yet. Good.

He continued to swear at you, but all you did was drag your knife across his chest, enjoying the way the blood was dripping, each time going slower and deeper across the same wound. You weren’t paying any attention to what he was saying or the passage of time, too focused on your work.

“I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! PLEASE STOP.” The pleading broke your trance.

You looked up to see tears in his eyes and wondered how long he had been apologizing. Then you looked back at his chest. It was barely a wound. Other’s had lasted longer. Still the change pleased you.

“What do you want?” He slouched on the chair.

“I don’t want anything baby.” That was a lie. “What do you want?”

You grabbed his chin and ran your nails down his neck, leaving beautiful red scratches in their wake.

“Tell me.” You dropped your head to his for a kiss, but instead bit his lip, hard pulling it back.

“I want you to let me go.” Steve regained some composure, no where close to crying.

“But you’re my new toy and we’ve barely had any time to play.” You dropped down to your knees, taking his cock in your hand.

There was pure terror on his face as you opened your mouth and took his semi-hard cock into your mouth. You dragged your teeth on the underside. He was sure you were going to bite him. You had no intention of ruining something so new…yet. But you loved seeing the fear.

You wrapped your lips around and began blowing him, wanting him as turned on as possible for the next part. He winced and it turned into a moan as he stiffened in your mouth.

“What are you doing?” His voice was breathy. “Please. I don’t understand the point of this.”

You ignored him and kept going, bobbing your head and using your tongue with expertise he’d only dreamt of. Soon he was moving in the chair again, but not to get away. No, he wanted to go further into your mouth. This was right where you wanted him.

Without warning you stopped and stood up again. The frustration on his face was undeniable as he attempted to lunge toward you.

“I’ve already told you little boy. You’re a bad listener.” You put your arms on his shoulders and straddled his lap. “So pretty and so dumb. I love it.”

You started to grind your body against his, rubbing your clit against his waist as you dug your fingers into his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” His range of emotions made you hotter.

“You really are good for nothing.” You grabbed his chin with one hand and scratched your nails down his chest, reopening the wound that started to heal. “Except for humping when I feel like it. You’re nothing more than a post to me. A kitten toy.”

He bit his lip as you brought your hand to his face, your fingers coated in his blood. You pressed them to his lips.

“Taste?”

Steve pressed his mouth shut.

“Come on Stupid. Try and be a good boy?” You reached your other hand behind you, still rocking your body against him, and grabbed his balls. You squeezed hard and tugged them away from his body.

That brought a gasp and you slid your fingers right in.

“That’s it little boy.” You pressed them on his tongue as your eyes flashed. “Now suck.”

You were shocked when he did as he was told, his tongue wrapping around your digits. You dropped his balls as a reward and watched him as he went to town on your hand. This was much easier than you anticipated.

“Oh, you like this. Don’t you?” You ground down harder on him. “You’re so sad and pitiful. It’s wrong that this is turning you on you disgusting pervert.”

Steve moaned around your fingers and nodded. Fuck. Captain America was a sub, who would have thought?

“You’re so lucky someone like me found you. To take care of you. To give you the disgusting things your body craves.” You pressed your fingers down his throat, enjoying the way he gagged. “Isn’t that right.”

There was still a part of him fighting, but you grabbed his shaft with the other hand. He was rock hard.

“Mmm hmmm,” he mumbled around your fingers between gagging and coughing.

“Good boy.” You pulled your fingers out. “Tell me what are you?”

“I’m stupid. I’m dumb. I’m worthless. I’m disgusting.” Steve was getting into it.

This was was a strange turn of events, but you weren’t complaining.

“Please Mistress, do whatever you need to me.” He was coming undone.

SLAP! You smacked him hard across the face.

“Don’t think for a second you can tell me what to do.” You dropped your head and bit his ear. Hard. Grinding your teeth against his lobe.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

You lifted your head back up and looked at him. The proud solider was replaced with a weak little boy. You were in love.

“You’re nothing to me.” You wiped your hand over his chest, gathering as much blood as you could from the healing wound. “You’re as useful as a fucking post. But you like that don’t you? Being my pretty dumb fuck stick?”

“Yes.” His eyes were glossing over with lust.

You reached behind you and wrapped your blood soaked hand around his cock and began to stroke with your movements.

“I’m going to cum soon. It’s your choice if you want to join me.” You rocked your body harder against him, knowing what you needed to orgasm. “But there will be consequences if you don’t.”

You rode him, pressing your body to his as you jerked him.

“What a sad sorry little boy, being jerked off with his own blood. But that make it hotter for you doesn’t it you little worm?” You loved the looks he was giving, confusion mixed with pleasure.

“I want to cum.” He locked eyes with you. “Please.”

“That’s a good boy.” You squeezed him harder and jerked faster. “If you don’t, I’ll be very disappointed. And you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

“No.” His lips parted as he shook his head. “Please no.”

“Then.” You wiggled your hips, putting the exact pressure you needed to rise your orgasm. “Cum.”

You went wild, riding him like he was nothing. This super solider completely under your control and loving every second of it. You were the most powerful person on the planet at this point. That knowledge was enough to send you toppling over the edge.

When you caught your breath you lifted your head to see arousal all over Steve’s face. You stopped stroking him and stood up. His cock was red and hard. You smiled as you shook your head.

“What a bad boy.” You folded your arms. “You didn’t cum. That disappoints me.”

You walked behind him to your tools.

“I’m so close.” Steve tried to twist his head. “Please. Come back.”

“Oh baby.” You looked at your paddles. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re just getting started.”

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