#i would gladly gag on this mans **** and drink his **** and have him bend me over and **** me in my ***** and *** and have his *** all over

[w2momo]

Would.

[sashi-ya]

hiiii <3 i adore literally everything you write🥰💕 but i’ve literally been obsessed with the eustass x reader smut i requested “yes master”!! it’s one of my fave ever eustass smuts💗💗💘

i was wondering if you could could do a part two for it! with similar prompts to last time, you can expand on this if you want!!💗💗

thank you!!! keep up the amazing work <3

Hi!! I'm so glad you like it omg 🙈!! I hope you like this as much as the first one! Thank u so much for your sweet words darling! 💗 ~

NSFW ~ PART 2 ~ Eustass Captain Kid x F! Reader ~ Yes, Master.

TW: Master/Slave dynamic, usage of toys, Impact play, Rough sex, kind of public sex, vaginal sex, face fuck, cum marking, choking, hair pulling. Kind of fluffy ending? haha

A/N: This is the second part for the fic "Yes, Master" of the Spicy Week Event.

WC: 1.7K

Since the first time Kidd and you had a session, he hasn’t had a new sub. And that felt amazing. You have travelled around the country with the band, and there hasn’t been a single night you two didn’t fuck like crazy. You usually session on the back of the bar where they had their concerts, or even on the bus when the rest of the members weren’t there.

Yet you are all on a long, long trip across the country this time, it would take at least three days to take to the other part and even if Kidd doesn’t really care about privacy, with you, is different. The singer of Punk Rotten might be reckless and all of that, but he wouldn’t like the others to hear or even see you enjoying the pleasures of lust…

Heat, the driver of the so called “Victoria Punk” trailer announces that you need gas so he enters into an isolated gas station in the middle of the night. There are no more than two gas pumps, a little store -that looks pretty abandoned- and a few yellow lights buzzing and surrounded by bugs flying around.

“Ah God, I needed to stretch my legs!” says your Master while descending the little bus. You are always next to him, almost like a little puppy following him -and that was actually your job there, but you loved it-.

“Oi, wanna go see inside the store?” Kidd tells you. You nod and follow him who has snatched your arm and is pulling you towards the little shop.

“Good evening!” an old man salutes you. You bow your head a little while Kidd's strong voice salutes him back. Everything over there is covered by a fine cape of dust, meaning the food is probably expired or at least on the verge of it.

“Oi, old-man, do you have something to drink?” asks Kidd. “Of course, sir” says the old man and points towards an old refrigerator. Some cans of beer you haven’t seen before on display, and a can of coke is what is left. Yet it seems enough for your master, so he grabs the cans and takes them to the counter. “You like coke, right?” Kidd tells you, worried for you. He genuinely cares about you even though he might look tough.

“Yes, Master. I like it” you answer obediently while squeezing the little bag you have crossed over your body. “Son, you better treat that sweet angel right there better” says the shop owner to him. Kidd looks at him with fire in his eyes, he actually really cares about you but he is not showing that to some random stranger. “Shut the hell up, old man. Keep the change and tell me please where the hell is the bathroom” he says. The man takes the money, smiles at you subtly and tells you the bathroom is at the back of the store.

Kidd opens the can for you and hands it to you, he then opens a beer and starts drinking it savagely. “Let’s go to the bathroom” he says while dragging you. You spill some of the drink over your t-shirt and follow him stumbling.

You both enter the men bathroom. It looks old, but clean. No one has been there in some time so you don’t have to worry about some unpleasant smells whatsoever. “I know it is the men's bathroom, but I’m not risking you being all alone on the other side in the middle of the night” says Kidd to you, and you are certainly pleased. There is no more than loneliness and darkness behind the place. The countryside could be scary during the night.

“You can go to the stall if you need to use the bathroom” says Kidd pointing at a green wooden box. “Yes, Master. Thank you” you say and enter the stall. After the both of you have released their bladders, you hear the water run and finally get out. “I’m ready, Master” you tell him with a subtle smile.

Kidd looks at you, and a side grin forms on his face. You know that face, and that means sex, rough sex, right now. “Well, I’m not ready, little Slave” he says, approaching you and lifting your chin up. You giggle nervously. As much as you like being fucked by him, it’s always a little intimidating…

“Do you, have it?” he asks you. “Yes, Master. I do…” you tell him and search on your little bag. You take out a bright pink little vibrator that Kidd has requested you to take in your purse every time and show it to him. “Good girl” he says and first caresses your cheek and then slaps it softly, twice. You moan at the gentle impact and wait for your Master’s orders.

“Shorts out” he commands. You do as he tells and stand there in an almost abandoned bathroom in the middle of nowhere. “Stick that vibrator in for master”.

You gently stick the fuschia toy into your entrance and let the little rubbery tail hang outside. Kidd walks up to you and takes your oversized shirt off. “Ugh those pretty tits” he grunts and squeezes one at a time.

The quivering of the toy starts making you squirm a little. “What’s wrong little slave? you can’t stand still, huh?” he says and takes his hand over your throat. “Did I tell you to move?” ... “N-no master, I’m sorry” you excuse yourself perfectly knowing that he takes no explanation.

“On your knees” he orders you, letting your already finger marked throat off. Your knees quickly hit the cold tales of the bathroom and your hands over your thighs, expectant. Kidd lowers down his zipper and his yellow pants fall into the ground. His big member out, menacing but tempting. You stick your tongue out, because he tells you so -even though there is absolutely no need of him ordering that, you love the taste of his dick so much you want to devour it every time-

The vibrator keeps working inside you, stimulating your G point, while Kid fucks your throat, mercilessly. Your hair tangled on his fingers for a better grip, while the deadly motion of his hips makes you gag. Tears running from the corner of your eyes, you gasping for air, and your core dripping wet.

The tip of his dick stretches your cheek while he pushes it from inside, the bulge forming on your face, and his big hand slapping over it several times. You moan, you whine. Kidd notices the ground under you getting wet by the arousal liquids of your incoming orgasm and tells you “Oh no no, are you already cumming? Did I give you permission to do so?”. “I’m… I’m sorry master I-I…” you mumble with his dick still inside your mouth. “Nah, no excuses Slave… You have to be punished, you know?” he says and you close your eyes anticipating what’s next. Kidd reaches your pussy and pulls from the rubbery string that hangs from the vibrator. The feeling of the little egg getting out and stretching your walls as it slides off makes you whine, loudly.

When the vibrator is out, and your orgasm has been denied, Kidd shouts “Look at me!”. You open your eyes and fix them on his. “Open your mouth” he commands and starts jerking off violently.

Grunts and manly moans escape his mouth while he reaches climax, bathing your face with his cum. You accept it gladly, a sticky warm love seed that covers not only your tongue, but also your profile and drips into your chest from your mandible.

“There you go, little slave. You look so good covered with my cum it’s almost not a punishment” he says while slowly stops the pumping motion on his dick. “Thank you, master” you tell him, smiling, tasting the sperm on your lips. “That smile, you little pervert bitch. I’m so glad you are my slave…” he says and lifts you up from your arm.

Kidd takes you to one of the three sinks and opens the tab. Cold water splashes on your face as he cleans it from his cum. “As much as I love your face covered in my jizz, it’s time to clean that up” he says. Then, your chest. The freezing cold water in contrast with the warm night makes you shiver a little, especially when it touches your nipples.

“Mhh, master…” you whine. “You like that, huh? you little bitch” he says and twists one of your already hard nipples. Once again, your moaning turns him on, and his dick is ready for another round.

“Come here, little bitch” Kidd says, and pushes you over the countertop. Your cheek pressed against the cold wet granite and your entrance perfectly aligned to be penetrated with no mercy. And that’s exactly what your master does. He doesn’t wait, your cunt dripping wet expecting to be filled by his dick drives him crazy.

Violent thrusts in and out of you, so deep inside you can feel your guts being pressed up. Spanks hit your ass repeatedly, leaving red marks that soon will turn into purple ones. Your legs turn weaker and weaker, and your bodyweight is only held by your belly pressing over the countertop as your climax is approaching.

Rolling back eyes, shivers running on your spine, degrading words by your master and violent thrusts pressing your g spot makes you finally reach the peak of pleasure. “M-master… can I… can I come??” you ask, begging him to let you finish. Kidd laughs maliciously and finally says “Cum for me, slave”. With a last deep thrust, you release the pressure forming over your lower stomach. Your whine probably was heard over the whole countryside, but you don’t really care, nor does Kidd. He finishes too, filling you up with his warm seed until you feel your womb almost exploding.

“Good slave, take it all inside for your Master” he says and bends over you, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. It’s the first time he does it, and you can’t help but feel a hundred butterflies flying inside you… ♥ ~

[mrsniallhoran505]

A Good Girl, Through And Through

******Quick note here. This was a dream that I had not to long ago. There are some descriptors of the male in the smut but its left open for you to add in who ever you want to imagine... for me it happened to be Jensen Ackles/Dean Winchester. (so I will tag it as such) I couldn’t tell which given the house was the one J&D showed on AD but he was dressed like Dean and sounded like him. so feel free to think of who ever you want... and please let me know if you want me to post more of the crazy ass smut dreams I have. Now please enjoy A Good Girl, Through and Through.******

"Strip." He commanded. I didn't hesitate to do as I was told. It's what I've been hired for after all. I took my clothes off and dropped them in a pile beside me.

"Over to my desk," he nodded to it in the corner. I walked over, my heels clicking on the tile floor. "Bend forward and put your hands flat on the desk, legs spread." He downed the rest of his drink and placed the empty glass on the table.

I complied with what he asked of me. I wanted to speak, but I wasn't given permission. He was tall, broad, and strong. His voice rough and deep, making me wetter with each syllable that passed his plump lips.

I didn't realize he moved till I felt his hand on my hip. Normally this is where the guy would tell me something along the lines of, "scream as loud as you want baby." Or even, "my name is… scream it for me."

He said nothing as he got to his knees. He placed both hands low on my ass and spread me. Before I could even brace myself I felt his tongue against me. Licking from my clit, over my entrance, and back again. I moaned softly, pushing back when his tongue passed over my entrance again.

He continued to lap at me in slow long strokes. I was dripping with his spit and my own juices. Finally after what seemed like hours he pushed his tongue into me, swirling it around as he brought his large callused hand down on my ass.

I jumped and let out a louder moan. He tongue fucked my cunt a few times before moving down to suck my clit, using his tongue to rub it quickly. My legs started to shake, my moans growing in volume. He moaned against me and smacked my ass again.

He was eating me out like a starved man given his favorite meal. All I could do was hold on and moan. Just when I thought he'd let me cum he pulled away. I wanted to look back at him, see what he was doing. See my juices smeared on his lips and beard but I couldn't. I refused to break the pose he had me in.

Finally he moved again. He pushed his tongue into my cunt one last time before pulling back and spitting on my entrance. I wasn't a fan but if he wanted it, I'd gladly take it. He used the spit as extra lube as he pushed two fingers into me.

I clenched around his fingers, moaning loudly. I wanted to beg for more, let him know I could take it, but the words died on my lips as he started fingering me fast and hard. My body rocked each time his fingers thrust in.

I felt them twisting inside me, pressing at different spots. He was looking for my gspot and he was close to getting it. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over my asshole making my hips push back again, this time his fingers found my gspot and I cried out.

It was all too much. I nearly broke my role and spoke, but he started fingering me fast, keeping his fingers pressed to my gspot. His tongue was now working its way inside my ass and all I could do was let out high pitched moans and whines.

He knew I was close but he didn't give me permission so I held off. Part of me started to wonder if he remembered he had to give me permission.

When I reached my breaking point he pulled back and stood up. "Turn around and get on your knees." He watched my movement as I stood and faced him before lowering to my knees. The tile was hard and it would hurt my knees but I would never disobey or argue. I was a good girl through and through.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I did as I was told, tilting my head back to look at him. He leaned down and shoved two fingers in my cunt again. I moaned as he swirls them inside me. When he pulls them out he stands up straight and looks at me.

"Do you have a gag reflex?" He asks and I shake my head no. His brow went up quizzically. "Let's test that." The fingers he used to finger fuck me were now being pushing into my mouth. My juices still coating them. He made sure to press on my tongue as he slid them deeper.

He passed where the gag reflex would be but kept going till he felt my throat. My eyes fluttered closed and I moaned around his fingers. He looked at me curiously.

"You like that?" He asks and I nod yes. "Keep your eyes open, on mine." I quickly snap my eyes open and lock stares with him. He starts to finger my mouth, keeping a heavy weight on my tongue. I moan softly, fighting against closing my eyes.

"Good girl." He pulls his fingers back and leans down to spit in my mouth. I hold still waiting for his order. "Swallow it." He growls and I do as I'm told. "Open up, tongue out." I resume my position.

He takes his hard cock out and if I had to guess he was a good nine inches, maybe ten. He was thick from base to tip. I'd be split in half but I'd enjoy every centimeter.

"Let's see how well you like this." He taps my tongue with his cock head before pushing in slowly. "Careful of the teeth sweetheart, don't need my cock to be grated." I tuck my lip over my top teeth, the bottom was covered by my tongue.

He started thrusting once his tip hit the back of my throat. I moan around him, loving the feel of his thick meat in my mouth. Every few thrusts he'd push deeper, eventually he was fucking my throat, gripping my hair to guide me on his cock.

I let him use me. Let him do as he pleased as long as I could take it. When it became too much I gave him the signal. He pulled out and let me breathe. When I was ok again I took back up my pose letting him know I could continue. He didn't waste time, burying his cock in my throat.

I kept my eyes locked on his as he fucked my throat raw. Moaning around him as he got satisfaction and my oral fixation got satisfaction. "That's it babygirl, swallow my cock." He pushed in as far as he could before reaching down to squeeze my throat with his hand. My eyes watered and my throat constricted around him but I could take it so I held on.

He let out a low, throaty moan that I knew vibrated in his chest. I wanted to run my hands up over his stomach to his chest to feel it. I wanted to climb him and have my way but this wasn’t about me, this was about him. I was his to use and I’d do as I was hired to.

He slowly pulled out till just the tip was left in my mouth. He looked down at me and gently stroked my cheek. “Look at you… Drooling over my cock like a bitch in heat.” He makes a tsking sound like he was scolding me but I could see the lust in his eyes, feel his cock pulsing against my tongue. “Stand up.” He growled.

I stood up and licked my lips, my eyes still on his. He pulled me close and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to my lips. It was sweet and held a promise to care for me. When he pulled back he looked me over. “I’ve barely touched you and you already looked well fucked.” He cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my bottom lip; which was red and swollen from his rough face fucking. “On the couch, hands and knees.” He nudged me to the couch gently. I nodded and walked over. I get on the couch and take the asked position.

I could hear him get himself another drink, hear the ice hit the glass. When he walked over he placed the glass on my back. “Don’t drop that.” He stepped into view so I could watch him strip. Anytime I looked too relaxed he would stroke his cock reminding me what was to come. When he was naked I could see just how much of a man he was. He wasn’t just some muscle head that was sculpted abs and hard muscle. He looked strong like he could bench press me and not struggle one bit but also like hugging him wouldn’t leave me bruised. He was everything I wanted and more.

“How are you with cold?” He smirked and walked behind me lifting his glass. I was asked a direct question but it wasn’t one he wanted me to answer. He had the answer. He read it. I figured he’d tease me with the cool glass of his drink so when I felt his cold tongue press against my cunt I jumped slightly but relaxed and moaned loudly. He kept his tongue and breath cool with an ice cube in his mouth as he ate me out. I was dripping again, I could feel it down my thighs. My hands dug into the couch as I tried to fist them.

When the ice melted he put the glass down and got to his knees behind me. He teased his cock head between my folds. With how cold he left me I could feel heat coming from him and it made me shiver. “I’d relax if you don’t want me splitting you in half.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. This would normally have me rolling my eyes but with him I did as I was told.

I took a deep breath and relaxed. As I let the breath out he pushed into me making me moan low. I could feel every single inch of him. He was the biggest thing I’ve had in me and it scared me a bit how easily he fit. Soon he bottomed out and I swear he was in my womb. If I looked down I’d probably see the outline of his cock in my stomach.

He gripped my hips right where they curved so his grip wouldn’t slip. He was a pro. He guided me forward a bit then held me still as he pulled out. I whimper slightly feeling empty without him. I hear him chuckle. “I’m not going anywhere babygirl.” He pushed back in and pulled me back on his cock. I got what he wanted from me. He wanted me to meet his thrusts. On the next one I did it and he moaned in approval.

We found a rhythm working together to get off. Each thrust it seems like he was somehow getting deeper, making sure no other man would suffice. He was ruining me. I dipped my hips slightly and he kept fucking me harder, now his cock dragged over my gspot each time making me whine and moan for him.

“Look at you taking my cock like your cunt was made for me.” He growled and smacked my ass. I moaned again wanting to tell him I was made for him, I was made to be fucked by his cock. But I couldn’t. After tonight, I’d never see him again. Not like this.

He pulled out and sat back. “On your back, I wanna watch you take my cock.” I did as I was told, spreading my legs for him. He leaned down and spit on my cunt before using his cock to spread it around. He pressed his cock head to my entrance and watched as he started to sink into me. I arched my back, pressing my head into the couch. I moan, gripping the couch tight in my hands. “That’s it, scream for me, babygirl.” he groans as he starts to fuck me hard and deep. His hips slamming into mine making my body rock.

I cried out, enjoying nothing more than being used by him. Enjoying bringing him so much pleasure. I enjoyed my pleasure too but the look of pure lust and ecstasy on his face made it so much more worth the bruises and soreness I know I’ll feel tomorrow.

“Do you wanna cum, babygirl? Do you wanna cum all over my thick cock?” He said it in such a teasing way I almost wanted to say no but I didn’t. I nodded my head, letting him know how bad by tensing up and moaning so loud my voice cracked.

“Cum for me.” He growled and started rubbing my clit in fast circles. I saw sound and tasted colors as my orgasm took over. My whole body tensed till it lifted off the couch, a cry of his name the only thing heard in his big lake house. He kept thrusting never once letting me forget his cock. When I finally couldn’t take it he pulled out and lowered me back to the couch. He crawled over me till he was on my chest then jacked his cock. I leaned my head up to wrap my lips around the tip. I sucked and licked the few inches I could get till he came. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum hitting my tongue and throat.

When he was done he pulled out and had me show him before allowing me to swallow. I laid back as he got up and got dressed. “The money is on the counter… A car is waiting, whenever you’re ready.” With that he left me to recover and see myself out.

[paintdface]

a piece of you, all of me: one

summary: you’re an exotic dancer that is frank castle’s one and only reoccurring booty call. to him, it’s all about the sex, but you can’t help but catch feelings. 

reader x frank castle

tw: smut

18+ ONLY!

THIS STORY IS 18+!!!!

you never knew when he’d come. sometimes he would leave your favorite flower at your apartment door to let you know he was in town, sometimes he would visit you at the strip club and buy a dance, or sometimes he would show up at your door unannounced. one thing you always knew is why he was there to see you. 

frank castle came out of hiding when he wanted to fuck.

you two didn’t make love, you fucked. you fucked each other until you forgot all your problems. just for a fleeting moment, you made him forget about his scars and he made you forget about your pain. it was rough, raw and real. he’s the best you’ve ever had— and you’re too afraid to ask if you’re his. 

it made sense. after everything he's been through, frank needed something with no strings attached. he needed something to fuck until he forgot; even though you knew he could never forget. you knew his story and it wasn’t pretty. but, you’d gladly let him try to forget with you. 

you liked his rough edges and soft center. 

it’s been a long time since you’ve seen him. the punisher is like a shadow. you don’t always see him, but you know he’s there. when you’re in trouble, he somehow always finds his way to you. when he needs some relief, he’s at your side and then in your bed. but, it’s been a long time since you needed help and he needed relief. 

you’ve almost considered stirring up some trouble to summon him. 

you missed him. you hated that you did but you missed waking up with the smell of him lingering on your sheets. you refused to wash your sheets until his scent disappeared. most nights you’d close your eyes and go back to your nights together. his body against yours is ingrained into your eyelids. no matter how much you wished, your hand was never enough. no man or woman you ever brought home was ever enough to satisfy your needs.

frank’s spoiled you.

fumbling with your keys, the sound of your boot heels click down the hall as you head back to your apartment after a late night shift at the club. your friends always warned you to be more vigilante, but you’ve always lived in your own world. always inside your own head. 

“evening, neighbor.” a gruff voice pipes up. 

“jesus christ!” you shout, stopping in your tracks. the key ring in your grasp drops with a loud clatter. it was like your soul jumped out of your skin. once the shock died down, you realized who the owner of the deep voice belonged to. it could only be one person and it wasn’t your neighbor. “fuck, frank. you scared me!”

frank chuckled. “sorry, kid. didn’t mean to scare you.” his hands were stuffed into jacket pockets with the hood fit snugly around his head to shield his face, but you knew it was him. “mind if i come in for a night cap?” 

sighing, your shoulders rise and fall. “it’s— it’s fine. i should know better by now.” you a nod a ‘yes’ before moving to unlock the door to your studio apartment. “welcome back.” 

leaving the door open, you let frank in as you shed yourself of your coat and bag. it all piles up in the entrance before moving to the fridge. “it’s been awhile...” you grab two beers and crack them open. “didn’t know if i’d ever see you again.” your smirk deceives you as you hold out the second bottle.

“i wasn’t sure if you would either.” he nods at the beer, a silent thank you, before taking a pull from the bottle. his free hand pushes the hood off his head to reveal a head full of wavy raven tresses. it’s longer than you’ve ever seen before. his perfectly chiseled jaw is now covered by a thick beard. 

he looks good. 

“that hermit thing is really doing you justice,” you tease. a shit eating grin is hiding behind the bottle. “or is that some williamsburg hipster look? maybe a tiktok e-boy? either way— hot.”

thick brows furrow at you. frank scoffs. “you know, i don’t know what you’re saying half the time.” he leans against the counter, looking at you from the side. you can feel his eyes burn into you and you return the favor by looking back.

“that’s probably for the best, old man.” you continue to drink from your bottle. you want it to all go to your head to give you courage for later. you always got a little nervous when it’s been awhile.

“yeah, but…” he stops to look at you, shrugging. “you like that i’m old.”

your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek. “perhaps.” you push off the counter, sauntering over to the other. “another word i’d use is experienced.”

you watch as his plump lips curve around the bottleneck one more time to take a drink. god, he knew what he was doing. your jaw slacks for a moment, eyes drifting down to watch his mouth. you dreamed about what his mouth could do— what it could do to you. your mouth closes and you swallow the lump in your throat.

cue another drink for courage.

swiftly, you move to stand in front of him. “i like that you’re older,” you pause to set your bottle on the counter behind frank. “— that you’re more experienced... ” reaching forward, you grab at his jacket zipper, slowly pulling it down to reveal a tight white tank. you push the jacket off his strong shoulders until it falls to the floor. a hand snakes in between your bodies to rest on the growing imprint showing through his pants. he must have been thinking about this as much as you have. “— and that you’re so much bigger than me.” your hand curves over his thick length underneath the confines of the dark denim to stroke him. 

he almost looks uninterested as he continues to sip on his beer. his lower back leans against the counter. nodding to the floor, he commands you, “get on your knees.”

you don’t hesitate. 

“yes, sir.” you could feel yourself slip into your usual submissive role. frank and you knew your places in this relationship. and right now, your place was on the floor. 

sinking to your knees, your eyes never leave his as you reach out for his belt buckle. you thought about all the things he could do with the leather. he could tie you up, or use it as a weapon to choke out his enemies. it made you wet just thinking about it. you flick open the button and tug down the jeans before staring at the bulge outlined in the black briefs. your gaze flickers between his cock and his heavy hooded gaze casted down on you. it only takes you a second to decide to wrap your mouth around the fabric.

you lick at the black briefs to soak the cotton, mouthing over his length, torn between wanting more and taking your time. his soft grunts encourage you to push further. fingers dip into the waistband of his underwear to pull down letting his smooth cock spring free. 

this never got old, you thought. 

“go on. put your mouth around it,” he coaches. “i know you know how.”

he sounded so cocky. it’s so hot. your hand wraps around the head before reaching forward to wrap your mouth around the head to softly suck. 

“perfect, baby. just like that.” he nods. “keep going.”

you do as you're told. you never disobey frank. you swear you’d do anything for the man in front of you. you move further up his length, tongue flickering on the underside before his cock as you take more of him into your mouth. when you look up, he’s finishing his beer, looking as nonchalant as ever. you love it. you take the entirety of his thick length into your velvety mouth before it reaches the back of your throat making you gag. tears spring to your eyes at the feeling.

frank groans. “good girl,” he pulls back to let his cock come out with a clean pop. your spit dripped off his cock. “such a good girl for me.” his large grasp pumps at his cock, using the saliva as lubricant. frank drops his cock on your face to land on your perfect pout, he laughs at the gesture. “get up,” he bites back a smile. “now.” the way he orders you around betrayed his  menacing smile. 

rising to your feet, it’s the first time you notice how wet you are. undressing yourself, you discard yourself of your shoes then your clothes then your underwear. you move slowly. every move is intentional, all for frank’s enjoyment. as a dancer, you knew how to put on a show. it’s not too long until you’re naked in front of him. a hand reaches between your legs, nimble fingers playing with the bud of nerves nestled between your thighs. your fingers glide over your slickness. you watch as he continues to stroke himself while he watches you.

stepping closer, your breath catches in your throat as he closes the space between you two. his free hand reaches out to grab you by the back of your head, curling around your hair to yank you closer. his cock brushes against your bare stomach as his lips crash on to yours. his tongue slips into your mouth causing you to moan. the kiss is messy and quick before he’s pulling away again to give you your next order.

“turn around,” he nods towards the small breakfast table nearby. “bend over.”

you two have been together enough times to know what he wants. you could read him and he could read you. you both knew what the other liked best. you both knew how to make each other cum. you nod. turning around, your torso bends over the tabletop, legs parting as you move. a hand slips behind you to rub circles around your wet folds, making sure to spread yourself out, laying everything out on the table.

literally. 

you can’t see him, but you wish you could. you can hear him groan behind you, muttering out obscenities as he continues to touch himself. his moans only make you wetter. 

“please. i’m ready,” you pant. “it’s been so long. i need this.”

“you need what?” you hear footsteps behind you and suddenly you feel something pushing on to your round flesh— it was the head of his cock.

you whine. “you, frank. i need you. please!” desperately, the fingers between your legs move faster. your hands weren’t enough… they never were. “please fuck me. please.”

“soon.”

you whimper in return. fFrank.”

chuckling, he shakes his head at you before getting on his knees behind you. large hands reach forward to spread your cheeks apart before leaning forward to lick at your sopping hole. he spits there before sucking on your clit. 

whining, you move on to your tiptoes, legs threatening to close him off. yet, he’s too strong. he spreads you open for his viewing pleasure as he continues to slick and suck there. his moans vibrate against your core. “so fuckin’ good,” frank growls.

“f-frank.. please. please i need it.”

you’re given no warning. you only feel calloused hands gripping on to your hips to pull you forward and the familiar feeling of his thick length pushing into you. he slips in so easily and you soak him. the moment he’s inside you, he lets out a loud moan. it sounds like he needed this as much as you did. 

“oh fuck, baby.” he groans. his hands massage at your hips. he takes a few moments before he begins to move. “oh, baby. baby— you feel so good.”

your hands grip at the edges of the table as he slowly slides in and out of you. “i missed you so much,” you sigh. “i missed you, frank.” you wish he’d say it back. you want to know how much he thought about you. you want to know that he cares about you like you care about him. 

“yeah? you missed this dick?” his voice is low and gruff. it’s not the response you want, but you moan anyway. after all, it is still hot a fuck. he snaps his hips forward causing you to yelp. “miss how i fuck you?”

“missed your cock.” you can barely get the words out.

frank reaches down to grab a fistful of hair, yanking you up to use your hair as leverage as he mercilessly fucks you. his cock brushes against your walls to push you to the edge. “touch yourself while i fuck you,” he grunts. “touch that wet pussy.”

you do as your told. a shaky hand reaches down to touch the bundle of nerves that was previously neglected. your lips part to say his name over and over again. 

“i’m gonna cum,” he warns. the hand on your hip moves to spank your ass then tightly grips the supple flesh. “i want you to cum with me. cum with me, baby.”

“almost— almost there.” you whine. “cum on me, please.” you’re desperate. your back arches in response to his hands. 

frank’s dark eyes stare down at your body, loving to watch how it moves every time his hips slam into you. it doesn’t take him long before he’s pulling out, coming completely undone all over your ass and up your exposed spine. 

it’s permission to follow suit. 

your weak body slumps against the table and you feel him fall forward. his strong body lays against yours and the grip in your hair loosens. it’s replaced by soft nuzzles and a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“thanks, sweetheart.” the loving nickname of ‘kid’ is always replaced with ‘sweetheart’ during the afterglow. you wished you could soak up this feeling forever— bottle it up and save it for later. 

his kisses move from your hair to your cheek and you hum, back arching up into him. 

for a moment this feels normal. you feel like a normal girl with a normal boy, but it’s not long until that feeling is long gone. 

and you’re left with the knowledge that you’re in love with a man you can never have.

A/N: aahhhhh i don’t usually write smut so!! i hope this is okay! let me know if you like it or don’t oesifdjcx anyways!! also, pinterest board for this story is here.

xoxo

bird :)

[movedyourchair505]

Napule Nights - quindici

Thanks to Elana for always putting up with me talking about this story and helping me! Also, smut ~

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Going to see Turner the next morning, after having slept, having had some good drinks and food the night before at the club with O'Malley, their job having been easier than expected, Jade felt more in control of herself and more confident than she had confronting Turner in the past. He hadn't asked to see her, in fact she'd overheard Cook and another man saying that Turner was at his place and not at the headquarters when they'd gotten in, and that alone told her that she'd probably done a good job, that he had nothing to scold her or even humiliate her for.

When she stepped into his office, she was relieved to see him by himself, not discussing business with Serena or pleasure with Miles, and the look he gave her alone was enough to make her knees weak, taking a last drag from his cigarette before crushing it in the ashtray on his desk, his eyes locked on Jade's.

She wasn't any less swayed from the desire to seduce him than the morning before, on the contrary, the more she thought about it, the more worried she became that their encounter had been a one time thing, that he'd simply snapped but wouldn't allow his self-control to waver like that again. But she was desperate for him to.

The silence hung in the air for too long, it gave her too much time to take him in, his flawlessly slicked back hair, his slender neck propped forward, the chain resting against his collarbones accentuating it all too well, the hardness of his features, the way his nose twitched slightly as he watched her, the sharpness of his jaw almost threatening. And the intensity of his eyes made her walk slowly towards the chair opposite him, just thinking about him bruising her the way he had two nights prior almost brought her to her knees.

“Nicholas said fings went well.” It was a statement, not his words, praise taken from someone else, but she'd take it. It was better than nothing, and certainly better than some lecture or even a way of pointing out her concerns.

She nodded, licking her lips. “Did he give you all the information we acquired?” She questioned. She was trying to work out what to do without him looking right through her, pointing out and using it against her just how badly she wanted him. She was gagging for him to lose control over her again, to let himself go enough to give in to what he really wanted. But even if he wanted her, even if he knew it himself, there was no way he'd give her the satisfaction that easily.

He gave a slow nod back slowly, his elbows coming to rest on the top of his desk, folding his hands and leaning his chin against them. “Yeh, shame yeh didn't get teh dance.”

He wasn't sorry. As much as he would've liked for her to feel him with every inch of her body that she moved, feel where he'd been, it bothered him more than he liked to admit, to imagine the men at his club seeing her in that position and he'd barely been able to conceal his frustration about it last time. Now even the possibility of it drove him crazy, and while he had made that threat simply to put her in her place, he'd also instructed Nicholas to only let her dance if absolutely necessary. But he knew she felt what he'd left on her nonetheless.

“I could dance for you...” she said slowly, leaning forward towards his desk before standing up, her dress riding up slightly, the gentle creme lace that made up half of the fabric covering her to mid-thigh a contrast drawing him to her sun-kissed skin, the dress tight against her body, more elegant than usual due to the soft matte fabric and nonetheless, all he could focus on was the way it pushed up her breasts and underlined the shape of her hips.

He knew he couldn't let her get much closer if he was too keep his self-control, his eyes snapping up to lock with hers when she started to make her way around his desk. He wondered if she still felt his hands on her, if she'd touched herself thinking about him, how desperate she was for him. He knew that while maybe she was out to lessen his control, to weaken his power, she mainly was trying to get him to fuck her up again the way he had, she'd loved it and that fact alone had him struggle to keep himself from doing just that.

His jaw was clenching, his hands balling into fists without trying to be too transparent, he wanted her, wanted to leave his marks on her again, make her cry his name, to have her weak and vulnerable and to do whatever he pleased with, knowing she would take it all gladly, he ached to see her unwind, to see her confidence crumble, the challenging attitude reduced to cries of pain and pleasure and begs for more of it. But he simply didn't want to give her the satisfaction.

She knew she had him, had gone about it just right, the fact that he didn't respond, didn't mock her for how strongly she was coming on showing her that she was close, so close, the tension in his body giving him away more than anything else, despite the contrast of his face suggesting he was completely unfazed by it all. No man ever had been, and neither was he.

He had no reason to give in this time, nothing to punish her for, no excuse that would cover for his weakness for her and the desperate need to take her like last time. Her failure hadn't been entirely her fault, she'd had no way of knowing she'd be ambushed, but at least he could blame her for her reaction and it was enough to punish her. It was the fire in her eyes, the confidence, the way she challenged him despite it all that got him but right now, he couldn't give in, despite his frustration building higher than last time and composed himself with a hard swallow rather than allowing himself to take it all out on her.

“Wha' do yeh fink yeh're doin'?”

His voice was calm, took away from the certainty she'd had before he'd spoken that he wanted her, despite his body language, he sounded as indifferent as ever, and maybe he was after all. Maybe it was wishful thinking, maybe she was misinterpreting him. No matter how far she came and how much she thought she'd figured him out already, he was still a mystery to her.

“I thought you'd like me to dance for you” she said, an attempt to remain calm, matter-of-factly, unaffected by the way he spoke to her. She knew how suggestive, how risky her movements were, unsure for a moment what had possessed her to push her luck this far, what if she was ruining it all, what if by showing him how much she wanted him – and she was sure he would read it as just that – she was driving him away, robbing him of the thrill of the chase, boring him because there was nothing to pursue, no self-control of hers that he could crash the way she knew he enjoyed. They were similar in that way.

“And wha' makes yeh fink I want tha'?” His questions were dancing around the matter at hand, trying to turn the uncertainty on her.

“Well” she said, not quite ready to give in just yet, stopping just before him, not brave enough to place her hands on the armrests of his chair. “You said you want me to feel it” she hummed, the sultry pout, the way she quoted him back directly to his face, using his own words against him, he was threatening to snap now, so close to giving into the urge of putting her in her place.

He sat comfortably in his chair still, his eyes glued to hers, determined not to break away, and she ached for him to come closer, attempting desperately to provoke him beyond his self-restraint, but he gave no indication of moving, even being slightly bothered by her actions, not rising to get on her level, he wasn't affected enough and it bothered her.

“Are yeh tha' desperate for more, Jade?”

There it was, the mockery, the amusement, that cocky smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and she hated it, wanted to break down that mask, wanted him to reveal that it was all an act, because despite the only small glimpse she'd gotten so far, she knew deep down that there was more.

“Well, you can't deny enjoying that dance I gave you.”

He chuckled darkly, a slight tilt of his head, his eyes resting on her cherry red lips as she spoke, then snapping back up. “Dun't flatter yehrself too much.” He could see the determination, how sure she was of herself, his mind firing images of him breaking her control at him, it would be so easy to just grab her and bend her over again, make her bend to his will, make her scream and take back all those things just to get him to take her again, knowing she'd do whatever it took once he'd gotten her close enough to the edge.

“So why did you call me here, Turner?” She asked, licking her lips, her eyes wide, expectant.

“Yeh never stop askin' questions, do yeh?”

And there it was again, his way of twisting things around, getting away with circling around a question so easily himself purely because the power he had over her. But she decided to push it. “And you never stop avoiding them, do you?” Before she could come back at him with anything even remotely challenging to add to, he beat her to it.

“I kno' yeh probableh dressed up for meh all nice but yeh're not gunna get wha' yeh want, Jade. I'm not gunna indulge in your wet fantaseh. Dun't forget who I am.”

She swallowed, nothing left to say, she couldn't argue with it because he was pointing out just what had worried her when reviewing her own actions, what she'd dared herself to do, and then he froze, she heard the quick footsteps approaching as well, then stopping right outside his door and she gasped when he rose from his chair and gripped her shoulder, pushing her down to her knees with ease.

“Get down.”

“Wha-...”

“Shut up” he hissed. He pushed his chair further forward and towards the desk, making her move down underneath it, her skin stinging with the sudden collision against the cold floor. “I dun't 'ave time teh explain yehr constant presence around meh teh anehbodeh reyht now.”

When she was about to talk back, the door opened and she knew that disobeying him now would go too far. She identified the steps as heels clicking on the floor, much more aware of them from where she was, trying silently to adjust her uncomfortable position. She felt beyond humiliated, her ego battling with the sinking feeling that he didn't want to be seen with her, it was a whole new level of rejection and it made her furious. She was nobody to be ashamed of, she was someone to be shown off with, someone to enhance your status with. She knew that he was aware of that, playing right into her insecurities again to diminish her pride.

“Wha' is it?” He asked, shifting when the door shut, implicating that Serena was here to stay and Jade sank further under the desk, pressing herself against the other side of it.

“We have to talk about the newest developments with Mancini” Serena explained, a few more steps that suggested she'd now sat down.

Jade's eyes had slowly adjusted to the darkness under the desk now and she looked up at Turner sat with his legs spread slightly, clad in those tight suit trousers, straining over his thighs, a visible bulge below his belt. He wasn't hard, but she wasn't surprised that it was visible nonetheless. She shifted slightly, her anger at his lack of respect for her fuelling her movements and she lifted her hand as she adjusted her sitting position until she was situated between his legs, she could tell he was trying to maintain his own position to not allow her to do anything or draw attention to herself, she could tell he was aware of her movements, but there was really nothing he could do.

She was going to make sure he regretted this and she was going to do it her way. She didn't need threats and mockery, this would be much more frustrating for him.

She reached up to push his legs further apart, the sudden movement making him jump and he covered it up instantly with a clear of his throat. “Reyht...” he drawled, leaning forward slightly to at least somehow deny her the access she was going for now.

But he was powerless without his threats and his force, silent resistance wasn't going to get him anywhere.

“He's told them everything he knows. About what we did, about what we asked, and he's not dumb. He's going to use it against us.”

Jade tried to listen for a moment, knowing this concerned her, and she wasn't going to waste the chance of listening in on a conversation that wasn't meant for her ears. He'd put her in this position, he couldn't punish her for it, punish her for knowing something.

“And 'e told 'em about Jade.”

She tensed, her frustration building, his fake concern nothing but an annoyance. He could talk all about protecting her and making her work, in the end it was all for his own gain, his own pride if he was going to treat her like this and she closed her hand around the bulge in his tight pants without a second thought, making his knee fly up against the desk top.

“Oh, fookin'ell...” he drawled. “Fook.”

“Well, it's not that big of a deal, she's here and nothing will happen. Going after her will not be a priority. Unless you allow it to be.”

“I'm not talkin' about this” he muttered, hissing slightly.

Jade dragged her nails along his inner thighs, then firmly placing both her hands at his belt buckle, her breath hitching in her throat when he pushed his thighs together, at least attempted to, but he was met with the resistance of her elbows, unable to use more force without raising Serena's suspicion, sat too close to the desk to slip his hands underneath it.

He was tense. She wouldn't.

With her fingers closed around the metal, she undid his belt buckle with ease, there was nothing he could do to stop her.

Serena sighed. “Alex...”

“No, dun't. Yeh told meh 'ow yeh feel about it and I've thought about it. Yeh was reyht.”

Jade was desperate to figure out what they'd said about her, focused on their voices as much as she was on not making a sound when massaging him slowly through the fabric of his trousers, his hips already bucking involuntarily against her touch, the increased breathing not escaping her. She was reveling in the awareness that she was making him lose control, had turned the tables on him and now enjoyed all the power. It was exhilarating.

“I was right? Are you agreeing with me to get rid of me? I know once you've set your mind on … something...”

He sucked in a breath, his hand slamming down on the table when she pulled down his underwear enough to free his now slowly hardening length from its restraints, he knew there was no way out of this. “N-No...” he groaned, his voice shaking. “I'm not.” It took him mere seconds to recover, playing off his frustration.

“Well...” Serena said, clearly irritated but not letting that stop her. “There was something else. I noticed it when Nick showed me the finances this morning, one of the men him and Jade spoke to seems to not be entirely loyal to Mancini. But we don't know, it might be a trap...”

“R-Reyht...” Alex drawled again, coughing it off, merely speaking to disguise his reaction. Of all the things Jade had dared to do, to push too far, this was by far the most reckless. And he was going to make her pay for it.

“Alex” Serena said. “What do you think?”

Jade took the opportunity to wrap her hand around him, giving him a few slow tugs. His whole body was tensed up, pouring all his strength into appearing unfazed by her actions, to not raise Serena's suspicion but most of all, he simply didn't plan on giving her satisfaction. He couldn't believe her nerve, how far she was willing to push it, and he knew he couldn't keep calm for long.

She'd only just started. And she was dying for that moment where he'd realise there was no turning back, that he was trapped right there, for once she had the upper hand and she'd be damned if she didn't take full advantage of it.

“Weh won't show anehfin' wif anehbodeh unless weh're sure they're loyal.” His voice was now surprisingly steady, his fingers shaking slightly and he pushed himself back, making her stretch her arm but it wasn't enough for him to slip his hand under the desk and do anything.

She was now steadily stroking him, the touch of her fingers delicate yet tight, he knew she was only building up slowly, she wanted to pay him back and the thought of letting her built up his anger to no end.

“Alex, that's completely subjective. Out of everyone, you're not the best judge of loyalty and good character.”

He swallowed hard, for a moment it broke his self-control and Jade used that moment to adjust her sitting position, lifting herself to her knees and steadying herself with one of her hands sprawled out on his thigh, nails digging into it, using her other hand and to guide him into her mouth.

His reaction was everything she could've hoped for and more, his hips instantly lifted off his chair to push his cock deeper into her hot mouth, he breathed out shakily, coughing again to conceal it again, his legs shaking slightly as he tried to compose himself. It was hopeless, she was going to make sure of that.

“Well, fook” he muttered, biting his lip. “Anehfin' else?” Serena wasn't exactly asking for a calm conversation, she knew that this would work him and while he would've stood his ground, right now he just wanted her to leave, to make sure Jade would regret this incredibly stupid decision, to force his cock down her throat, fuck her mouth at a pace he set.

He knew right now he couldn't get away with it, it would be too obvious, her reaction would give it all away. But fuck, if she wasn't making him lose his mind, her tongue swirling around him, her hand pumping him at the base when she didn't hold him all the way in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, well-aware of the desk top so close to the back of her head. She had it all figured out.

“You know I'm right” Serena stated.

Alex was barely listening now, the thrill of potentially getting caught, the thought of having this as another excuse to allow himself to lose control with her, the feeling of her soft lips wrapped tightly around his cock, sucking hungrily, so eager and determined, he'd almost forgotten what that felt like. And he wanted more, wanted to grab the back of her head like he had two nights ago, force her to take him and take control of her.

His eyes threatened to flutter shut and he forced them to stay open, his whole poise threatening to falter now and he knew that if Serena didn't leave soon, she'd find him out. “I dun't need yehr advice reyht now. Tha knows I dun't discuss it. Not wif yeh, not wif me father.”

“You know how much it put us all at risk, right? This isn't just your business.”

He didn't want to argue, he couldn't, his hips almost snapping forward automatically now as she took him deep into her mouth, held him there and swallowed around him and he gripped the edge of the desk, trying to play the moan that was threatening to fall from his lips as a groan of annoyance. “Get out...”

“Oh, come on” Serena sighed. “If anything, you can talk to me about it.”

He was struggling to breathe evenly, tensing now as she held him in her throat for so long, her fingers still wrapped around the base of his shaft, her tongue dancing around him, determined to drive him absolutely mad. He knew that her dark lipstick would be all over him. His legs were trembling, he was getting close. He was certain she'd be too loud if she lifted off his cock now, after holding her breath, after taking him so deep.

She resisted the urge to touch herself, the sounds and movements she got from him turning her on endlessly, this was definitely worth the humiliation of him pushing her underneath his desk. She put up with a lot, was able to read between the lines, but this she didn't take, and she let him slip out of her mouth with her lips closed tightly around him, swallowing hard to keep herself from being too loud, now set on driving him so close to the edge that he'd be desperate once they were alone again, so frustrated that he'd take it all out on her, bend her over and fuck her again, the soreness between her legs was gone now and she needed him to reignite it. The reminder of the pleasure was enough to get her going with every step she'd taken, and she craved more.

“What is your problem? You don't usually want me to hold back” Serena muttered, the shift now suggesting she was standing up, her heels clicking on the ground confirming Jade's assumption.

“Just dun't need yeh all up in me private business reyht now...” he drawled, once again stifling a moan that potentially would've been too obscene to cover up.

“Right” she sighed. “Call me if you need me.”

Jade tensed, drawing her head back when she felt his hips bucking up again, now only pumping him slowly to keep him on the edge, anticipating the moment he'd snap, pull her up and fuck her and make her take him, take his revenge.

There was no more word uttered before the doors fell shut and Turner pushed his chair back, not missing a beat, his eyes dark, threatening and she sat on her knees for a moment, holding his glare, then crawling forward, taking merely his tip into her mouth, suckling teasingly.

“Wot the fook do yeh fink yeh're doin'?” He spat.

She attempted to stand up but before she could even take him out of her mouth, his hand came down on the back of her head, firm, determined against her struggle, her lips closing around him again as he kept himself buried in her warm mouth. “Oh, no, pupa” he drawled, his fist in her hair, pulling lightly on it. “Yeh stay down there and finish wha' yeh started.”

Her muffled protest around his cock left him unimpressed and he pushed her all the way down on his cock again, moaning loudly now when she gave up her struggle despite her frustration, swallowing around him once more.

“Fookin' droolin', are yeh?” He groaned. “Dun't yeh dare make a fookin' mess.”

She struggled to breathe, the instant shift in power had her desperate as she realised that despite it all, she wasn't going to get what she wanted and she didn't know why she'd even thought she would, she should have known that there was no way he was letting that happen, not after what she'd just done, he'd never give in to her and she was no afraid that she'd messed up her chance, that he never would again because she'd taken it too far.

He drew her head back by her hair for a mere moment, hissing when he saw that he really was covered in her lipstick, pushing his cock right back down her throat when she'd taken a breath. “I knew yeh was desperate but tha' desperate? Fookin'ell, oh f-fuck...”

She was sucking him into her mouth eagerly now, more room to move her head now, the sounds she made obscene and bringing him closer to the edge, the little moans he'd craved to hear again, the way he was slipping in and out of her wet mouth and the thought of emptying his cock on her tongue had him reeling.

“Look at meh.”

He didn't give more of a warning, his hips simply snapped up and his grip at the back of her head tightened, making her whimper around him, the vibrations building him up even more and with a loud groan he let go, his release filling her mouth, trickling down her throat as he held her gaze and he breathed out shakily as she swallowed around him again before pulling back with all the strength she had, gasping, panting for air.

Despite it all, despite the amusement playing on his face after replacing the momentary bliss, she was satisfied with herself, she'd left a mark on him after all, his slender neck was flushed, his cock covered in her lipstick. And yet, it wasn't enough. She ached to leave more of a trace, desperate to sink her teeth into his neck, scratch his skin.

She licked her lip, making him almost lose his mind when the tip of her tongue darted out to clean up a drop of his release. “Clean it up.”

His voice left no room for disobedience and she leaned forward again, wiped the centre of her lips with her fingers before taking hold of his cock again and guiding him into her mouth again, his breathy groan enough to fuel her, swirling her tongue around him and sucking him with the inside of her lips where the lipstick had gone until he was satisfied and drew back, lifting his hips and tucking his cock back in, readjusting his belt.

“Get up.”

She obeyed instantly, adjusting her own dress, looking back at him. She knew he was done with her now, there was no way she'd get anywhere.

His eyes were dark, his features hard, cold and absolutely emotionless. “If yeh ever overstep yehr boundaries like tha' again, Jade, I swear...”

“I won't” she responded quickly, swallowing hard. She wasn't going to let this happen.

“Dun't interrupt meh” he growled. “Dun't yeh dare.”

She waited, not having the heart to do so again, fearing his words.

“Yeh'll regret this” he said, still holding her gaze, wanting her to understand how serious this was. Despite it all, he was getting increasingly frustrated, at her for unwinding him so easily but mostly at himself, for allowing it to happen.

She simply managed at nod, pressing her legs together to dull the throbbing sensation between them, hoping that if he wasn't going to fuck her he'd at least send her away so she could take care of it herself and she turned to leave, unable to stand his glare of disapproval any longer, opening the door.

“Make no mistake, Jade” he said as he sat back down, watching her go. “Dun't fink yeh'll get aweh wif this.”

[rosalynbair]

Classy Girls

Classy girls

Words: 2035

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Classy girls don’t kiss in bars

Warnings: None

You had never been to a bar before. You weren’t even of legal age to be in one. Yet, here you were, being dragged down the street by your wrist.

Your best friend was in front of you, her short black curls bouncing, her red dress flowing around her thin legs.

“Hurry up! We wanna get there before all the good soldiers are taken!” She laughs, tugging your wrist harder. Your short heels were tapping loudly on the stone of the sidewalk, Shirley had tsked at you when she had originally seen the outfit you had decided to wear. You had wanted the modest blue dress, but she had forced you into an olive polka dotted dress, the chiffon flowing freely around your thighs and knees. She had curled your hair, leaving the tresses fuller than they usually were when you simply brushed them. Shirley had even forced makeup onto you, nothing major like she had wanted. Just simple mascara and a slight red rouge.

She was determined to go to the bar, knowing that there was a large group of soldiers being dispatched tomorrow. It was Shirley’s life long dream to fall in love with a soldier who was off to war. You never understood the dream, it was strange, wanting to fall in love with a man you didn’t know, and who could die while overseas.

She pulls you to a well known bar, flirting her way in.

“Lord Y/N! You have to act like you belong here!” Shirley tells you with an exaggerated pout.

“I don’t belong here!” You argue, trying to take in your surroundings as you stepped into the bar.

It was overfilling with men with beautiful women on their arms. Clearly, there were many women with the same ideas as Shirley. The walls were a light beige, propaganda from the government saying to join the war littered the walls. There were booths and tables, and the long mahogany bar. The men in the building were all in their uniforms, showing off to the women who had come to claim them.

Shirley kisses your cheek, darting away to who she thought was the most attractive, putting on her most sensual act. She was barely nineteen, how could she ever want this more than anything.

You wanted to go to school, yet there were so many schools that wouldn’t allow women to learn. You wanted to become a teacher, and the closest school you could be accepted into was states away.

You walked over to the bar, weaving between bodies of couples dancing to a new jazz tune.

You hop up onto a stool, looking at the chalkboard that had a crudely written list of drinks that could be served.

“What can I get you dear?” The bartender asked, eyeing you as if he knew you shouldn’t be here.

“A glass of red wine please” You say, knowing it was the only thing you actually recognized on the menu.

“Put it on my tab” Someone said from beside you, you look over, eyes wide. There was a beautiful man beside you, tall with such beautiful and strong facial features. He stood proudly in his uniform. Of course, why wouldn’t he be a soldier.

“That isn’t necessary” You say, trying to pull some money from your purse.

“No doll, please, let me get it for you. Who knows how long it will be before I get to buy another pretty girl a drink” He tells you.

“If you look around, you can find plenty of girls who would gladly let you buy them drinks all night long” You say matter-of-factly.

“They’re only here for a fling with a soldier” He says, sitting on the stool beside you “Whisky on the rocks – you’re not here for that. Your friend dragged you along, didn’t she doll?”

“My name isn’t doll” You say, the bartender hands you a glass of wine, and you smile, nodding “Thank you”

“You haven’t given me your name yet” He says.

“Who said I would give it to you” You reply, sipping the bitter dark liquid. You forgot that you hated red wine.

“A name for a name? I’ll give you mine if you give me yours?” He offers, grinning with his near perfect smile.

“You first” You say, staring at him over the rim of your wine glass.

“James Barnes” He says loudly “Call me Bucky, now what’s your pretty name?”

You sip your wine, slowly getting used to the bitter burn, You swing your legs away from him, facing the bar.

“Now doll! Don’t be like that! I gave you my name” Bucky says.

“I never agreed to give my name” You say with a small smile.

“Please? Are you really going to make me beg?” He asks.

“Possibly” You coo, looking over at him.

You don’t know where the sudden flirty attitude came from. This wasn’t you, at all.

“How bout I bring you out for a dance, and you can decide if you’re going to give me your name” He says, standing and downing his whisky in a long gulp, holding his hand out for you with an anxious smile. You return the smile, sliding your hand into his, hopping off of the stool, letting Bucky pull you to the dance floor.

You had never been as close to a man as you were in that moment. Your body pressed against a man you didn’t know. His hand danced on your hip as he held your hand, pulling you even closer as he wiggled his hips to the sound of the live band. You let out a little giggle, letting him guide you in the dance.

“How old are you doll, you look like it’s your first time in a bar” Bucky laughs.

“It is! Shirley dragged me here. I’m only eighteen” You tell him, twirling under his arm.

“You don’t mind if I’m twenty two, now do you?” He asks.

“Why would I mind, we’re only dancing” You reply, your body returning to pressing against his.

He shakes his head, seeing exactly how innocent you were. When the dance was over, he returned you to the bar, getting you another drink.

“Y/N”

“Hmnn?”

“My name is Y/N” You say, giving a small smile as you sip the fruity drink he had ordered you.

“It’s a pretty name, but I’d rather call you my girl” He says, grinning.

“I barely know you, now is not the time to ask me to be exclusively yours” You say, but you can’t help but giggle at the notion of being his. He was a very handsome man, and very charming.

“Oh doll, what will it take to have you be my girl on the home front to send me letters to get me through the weeks?” He asks dramatically, leaning towards you.

“Know me for more than an hour” you reply, leaning away from his lips.

He lets out a sigh, giving you a long look. One you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“You’re lucky I’m interested in knowing you for more than a night, Doll” Bucky says quietly, sipping what you counted was his third glass of whisky since you had arrived.

You blush, thinking of Bucky being in your life outside of one night. The concept was strange, and who could ever admit that a great love story had started by flirting in a bar. She couldn’t even imagine it.

Bucky watches you, heavens. You were one of the most beautiful women he had ever met, and he’s sure you didn’t even know it. You blush harder when you realize he was staring at you, longer than most men had ever done before. You catch his eye, giving a shy smile. He was a very handsome man.

“You think I’m handsome?” Bucky asks, chuckling. Leaving you speechless, you hadn’t meant to say that out loud “Well, if it makes you less embarrassed, I think you’re absolutely stunning Y/N”

He leans in once more, giving you a very gentle smile. You’re almost about to let him kiss you, until, at least, Shirley’s voice comes up right in your ear.

“Y/N! There you are, I’ve met the most handsome soldier! I’m going to go back to his place with him to get his platoon number so I can send him letters!” Shirley giggled “Oh I do hope you don’t mind that I’m leaving you alone to fend for yourself!”

“You left me alone the moment we arrived here Shirley” You grumble, avoiding Bucky’s gaze.

“Oh don’t kill my mood now! I could be marrying a soldier!” She exclaims.

“Or, you could simply get pregnant and become a teen mother while he dies in battle” You snap, sipping your drink once more.

“That won’t happen! Harold over there absolutely adores me!” She tells you, trying to make you feel excited for her, but you felt nothing but annoyance.

“Fine. Go home with him. I’ll let your mother know where you are so she can worry about you without including me” You say, turning away from her with an angry pout.

“Doll, you alright?” Bucky asks, knowing that Shirley was looking at him now. Her mouth was practically watering.

“I’m fine.” You whisper, feeling Bucky’s hand on your thigh, squeezing gently to comfort you.

“Now who might you be?” Shirley asked, staring at Bucky, any thought of Harold had left her mind, her new goal to capture the interest of the soldier who liked her friend.

“James Barnes ma’am” Bucky tells her, sitting up straighter and nodding to her.

“I’m Shirley Lenon” She says, leaning in closer, letting out a little giggle, Bucky almost gagging slightly at the smell of the perfume she had clearly bathed in.

“Don’t you have to go somewhere” You say, glaring at your friend.

“Oh no, I think I might stay for a little longer” She says, moving between you and Bucky, leaning against him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you James.”

You tune your friend’s talking out, ordering another drink.

From the other side of Shirley, Bucky was extremely uncomfortable with the advances of the dark haired girl. She was childish, trying to bend everything to her will. But Bucky didn’t like girls like her, he liked girls like you.

“James? Are you even listening to me?” She asks, clearly pouting.

“No ma’am” He replies, sipping his fifth whisky.

“Don’t call me that, I’m not my mama!” She snaps, crossing her arms over her chest.

“With all due respect ma’am, I was enjoying the company of miss Y/N. I’d like to return to the conversation I was having with her” Bucky says, trying to be respectable.

You hide the smile that was tugging at your lips, and when you looked over, Bucky looked even more uncomfortable than you ever thought could be physically possible. Shirley was latched onto his neck, sucking roughly, it clearly hurt.

You shake your head, leaning over the bar to the bartender.

“What can I help you with?” The bartender asked.

“My friend is a little drunk, I was wonderin if there’s anywhere you can put her until her ride shows up?” You ask softly, giving him a gentle smile.

“Of course Ma’am” He replied, moving around the bar and taking Shirley to the safe room, ignoring her loud protests.

“Thanks doll” Bucky said, smiling. “I would have preferred to have you suckin on my neck”

“Maybe in another life Mr. Barnes” You reply.

“Is after the war considered another life?” He asked, leaning towards you.

“Possibly, but I’d need a real date first” You say, giggling.

“I can do that” He whispers, leaning in closer, closing his eyes as he almost reaches your lips.

You put up your finger, stopping him.

“Nu-uh Mr. Barnes” You say “Classy girls don’t kiss in bars.”

“Well how bout we get out of the bar” He asks, eyes eager as he stares at you.

“I’ll write to you, take me out on a date when you come home, and would you mind walkin a little lady like me home? I’d feel so much more safe with you on my arm” You tell him with a coy smile.

“Anything for you doll”

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