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therapyandprozac · 8 days ago

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Title: Lollipop

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: consent king, edging, ruined orgasams, oral f! and m!receiving, fingering, super soldier stamina, brief face fucking(he looses control), arm is vibrator hehe, honorifics, so much cum talk, cream pie, lil breeding kink

Description: Upon rereading and editing all I can say in my defense is ovulation got me down bad. Oh and I kept the TSwift references to a minimum but ya know not zero, whoops 😏

You toyed with his business card between your dexterous fingers, debating the morality of calling your tutor at 11:37pm. Reflecting on the one and only session you had with him, just a few hours ago his eyes laid on yours for the first time. Piercing blue eyes undressing you slowly in his head through the lesson, you did the same to be fair. Imagining pulling that long scarf down, revealing his neck. The sound his coat would make falling gently to the floor, as your hands would explore his crisp white button down…

Shaking your head back to reality, to the ten digits printed in silver lettering on the sturdy cardstock dancing within your hand. The day dream just solidified your conviction, holding the card firmly in your hand now. You call the number, expecting an answering machine given the time.

“Bit late don’t you think?” He answers the phone with a question.

“Y-yeah sorry,” You stutter out before introducing yourself being cut off halfway.

“You think I didn’t save your number in my phone?” Sassy is the only word you can think to associate his voice with.

“I made that good of an impression, huh?” with a smile you respond.

“Doll, you’re the sexiest person to ever step foot in my classroom, I’d be remiss if I didn’t remember you.” Your eyes widen as you blush, you’re so happy he’s not here to see that.

“So if I said that I called because I couldn’t get you out of my head,” A dark chuckle comes from the other line. “What would you say to that?” You finish your suggestively open question.

“1719 Alpine Street, come to me.”

“Oh gods yes sir.” He hangs up the phone and you race for your keys before seeing yourself in your doorway mirror. ‘Oh hell no.’ You think to yourself before running upstairs to change. Stripping your comfy clothes fully before getting to your closet. You pick a long sleeved black lace dress, sure you’re only wearing it for him to take it off of you, but as you look back into the mirror, it’s definitely worth it. A long drive filled with anticipation and shifting thighs, as you imagine his intoxicating eyes and all of the times his tongue swiped across his lips during your lesson. As you pull into his dark driveway you can’t wait to be wrapped up in his arms.

Sauntering up to his front door, you knock once before the door opens with a whoosh, his metal hand grasping the knob. A Henley dark blue almost black, sleeves rolled up just above his elbows, it hugs his incredibly well toned form. Dark grey sweatpants hang loosely, doing nothing to hide the fact he's been anticipating your arrival as well. He invites you in like he’s not bulging right before your eyes.

“So happy you called.” He whispers once the door is closed, grabbing your wrist and pulls you into this incredible kiss, chaste and simple but unforgettable. Having a look around as he steps to the nearby bar grabbing two glasses and a full bottle he leads you to a den type living room with a roaring fire in the fireplace.

“Your house is beautiful, professor.” You look at the fine detailing around the room you’re in.

“It’s Bucky,” he hands you the bottle of wine. “Check the seal.” You inspect the bottle, it's brand new.

“Thank you.” You whisper hesitantly at his wordless understanding of your fears.

“Always check.” He nods with you while he opens the bottle with a corkscrew. Filling both glasses nearly all the way full you chuckle.

“You trying to get be drunk sir?”

“Without question, yes.” He winks “But firsts,” pulling the drink away when you reach for it, placing them on the coffee table he turns back to you. “What do you want from tonight?” He isn’t touching you, though you can see in his eyes that he wants to cling to your flesh like his life depended on it.

“What do you mean?” You ask genuinely.

“You called me, I invited you over and kissed you, that’s all that’s happened so far. So I repeat, what do you want from tonight?” His face remains unreadable giving you full choice in this situation. He looks in his mid 40’s, very well put together and you are loving how consent driven he is. Stepping into his personal space not touching him but close enough that you feel the heat radiating off his body.

“When I met you I knew you were different, fuck am I glad I was right.” Your right hand grabs his large bicep. “I want you Bucky, your fingers,” Lacing your left hand in between his fingers. “your mouth,” your lips place gentle kisses up his neck. “your cock.” You whisper against the skin of his ear. A chuckle escapes him but his hands remain by his side, what more do you have to say to get him to touch you. “Fuck! Fuck me please!” You shouted.

“When I saw you I wanted to taste you, your sweet cunt taunting me under your skirt.” Licking his lips he hums a distant look in his eyes. He pushes you onto the couch before dropping to his knees, he places the glass in your hand.

Before kissing up your legs, once you’re about halfway done your glass he starts gently parting your legs. Peppering kisses up your thighs as he groans smelling you with a deep inhale he closes his eyes and savors the time between your legs, you see a smile on his lips before his tongue slips past them and up your dripping slit.

A hum from deep within his chest as he dives in, his nose stimulating your clit in an odd but very welcome way. Your hand reaches down and grips his thick fluffy hair, rolling your hips against his face. He gets the message and wraps his large hands around your hips and pulls you in tight. Gasping and groaning you grind against him, his licking and lapping make you pant and moan.

Your orgasam is barely held at bay when one of his hands leaves your hip and his fingertip traces your entrance teasing you. His eyes lock to yours, crows feet grow around his intense eyes as he smiles, he plunges two long fingers deep inside you.

“Gods yes, Bucky fuck!” You shout as you cum, your fingers twisting in his hair. His fingers do not stop as he stands up and licks his lips, you move to take off his pants needing him.

“No, no sweet thing, one more.” He smiles patiently though you're pawing at him.

“Want to touch you sir.” Gasps sweet gasps escape your lips desperate for air or release.

“Patience doll, all in good time. If tonight is all I get, I want to savor you.”

“Why do you think this is the only time?” You say between pants and gasps.

“I don’t, but just in case my kitten.” He purrs before adding another finger into your hungry cunt. Your back arches as he curls his fingers, there’s a slightly blank expression on his face. As if he is memorizing every movement of your body and sound that slips across your lips.

“Kiss me?” You pant sounding more desperate than you intended too.

“With pleasure.” He speeds up his pace as he leans forward with a gentle smile on his face. After leaving a breathtaking kiss he takes off his Henley, you intake his bulky and perfectly toned form. A hum from deep within your chest as your eyes wander over his scars and rippling muscles. He continues stripping, moving to his slacks and boxer briefs. The “V” of flesh that leads your eyes down and between his thick thighs, saliva swells as you imagine how heavy and full he’d feel in your mouth. Sitting on the bed across from you, you speak up.

“Can I eat you please.” You stare eagerly at his throbbing erection.

“Gently.” He chuckles.

“Only want to lick and swallow you sir.” You can see in his eyes that it's been a while and you smirk. “I have a question, professor.” Crawling up the bed on your hands and knees, licking up his thighs. “If I suck two from you,” Up on your knees resting against his chest by now, looking down at him with your fingers gripped in his hair. “Could you still fuck the absolute devil out of me?”

“Doll, I could fuck you through tomorrow.” His lip where it meets his nose twitches as he holds the dominance over the situation, despite this potentially submissive position you’ve put him in.

You smile and purr before wordlessly adjusting to be on your knees bent over his cock, fluttering your lips up his shaft licking occasionally. Teasing is the point, you wanted to make him wait, make him shake and beg for mercy. The image in your head drives you to lick a long wet stipe from his balls to the tip. Irregular breathing from above drives you to take his aching cock into your hot mouth. Taking your time sucking and toying with the tip, feeling him shift impatiently you reach one of your hands to hold his balls gently only playing with them when he would get antsy and want for more. You work his shaft slowly down your throat, soft pulses up and down just agonizingly slow he is a groaning mess.

“Please please kitten.” Hips jolting as the words fall whimpering past his lips, loving the way he squirms under you. “Don’t stop, fuck please, doll yes!” You suck him hard and deep throat him, how could you not he’s begging so beautifully. Humming and lapping around him, balls fondle between your fingers, as he wraps his hands into your hair finally taking control as he fucks into your throat. Choking around him as he cums, so far down your throat you don’t even taste him until he pulls out. “Fuck, are you okay? I got carried away.” You look up at him, nodding with glassy eyes, a wide smile and saliva running down your chin.

His thumb wipes your chin with a cocked smile, his hand traces up your thighs to your pussy. Two fingers run from the bottom of your hole up to your clit, using your slick as lube he violently shakes his metal hand.

“Ahh woah Bucky fuck.” His hand feels like a vibrator, you lift your head and bite his neck. His right hand finds your nipple, squeezing and rolling the swollen bud between his fingertips. “No why, just fuck me Buck please!” You beg as he ruins your orgasam, whining and being shut up by lips on yours.

“We,” He starts between violent kisses, getting on his knees to match your stance. “Like to edge each other, we should,” He grunts as he pushes you onto your back, feeling where your legs are bent together, up to your pussy. “do something with that one day.”

“Stop planning for the future and put your cock in me Buck please.” Wrapping your long legs around his waist.

“Like learning things about you.” he pants against your lips. “So demanding,” pushing himself inside you, your head falls back as your spine arches. “Didn’t know you before today,” Soft hip rolls he uses to punctuate his words. “But I’ve been waiting for this, for you.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, while his cock is deep inside you. You roll your hips desperately, foggy headed all you can think about is the feeling of him filling you in a way no one ever has and his lips glued to your neck.

“Professor Barnes, you fit perfectly li- like you were made for my cunt.” He huffs his head rolling, light headed as all the blood in his body rushes to his cock.

“You’re so tight and warm, shit,” He pants. “Don't know, think you were made for me.” You’re loving the way his well put together speech pattern is falling apart as he gets closer and closer.

“Just for you sir.” You gasp as he speeds up his thrusts. “Bucky,” your voice just a whisper. “Can I cum please?” A whimper slips his lip.

“You asked so nice, doll. Please cum around me, let me feel how tight you can grip me love.” He whispers into your ear, repositioning himself into a deeper angle just right. You shout as your orgasam rips through your body.

“Fuck Bucky, how are you so,” A moan rips “so deep? Can feel all of you Buck, your veins pulse against me, torcherously hot, I feel everything, I want more. Do you know what the matepress is, sir?” You whisper just barely audible, he hums and moves your body with great ease into position. “I could see it in your eyes, something deep and dark, let it loose please.” You look up into his icey eyes. “That need within you, fuck me like you’ll find it in me sir.” His hips follow your command.

“Don’t say shit like that, I’ll never let you go.”

“I hadn’t finished.” You blush between moans and gasps as he perfectly satisfies what you asked for. “Fill me, cum deep inside me please.” Tears sting at your eyes as a fantasy and a dream of a man collide in this moment.

“As you wish.” He says before biting a large chunk of your flesh definitely enough pressure to leave a bruise. You gasp and moan. “Cum for me princess, you’re so desperate for it, pull what you want from me baby.” He whispers and licks over his bite mark. Still thrusting into you with great strength, your legs start to shake as your last orgasam drags out of you, but pulls him deeper into you.

“Take what’s yours doll.” He bottoms out, breaking the crest of your cervix finally as he cums, holding himself in place deep inside you.

“It’s so warm, sir you fill me, fuck me, so good Bucky. Mine!” You shouted, glad he didn’t have neighbors who would’ve most definitely heard. Your brain stops working as you black out. When you come to you are clean and tucked in tightly next to your large tutor.

“Mine.” He echos your last coherent thought with his metal arm grasping around your throat in a way that should be threatening, but just makes you melt into his body.

“Yours sir, all yours if you’ll have me.”

“When we wake up do you want to go on our first date?” Placing soft kisses up your neck, you laugh and nod sleepily, excited for what life has in store with the one wrapped around you.

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 4 years ago

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All We Need is Each Other

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dTOTWy

by prozacandtherapy

The three of you have been dating for years and you’re still disgustingly in love with each other.

Words: 3257, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Loki, Loki (Marvel), Reader

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Panic Attacks, Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Light Dom/sub, and a switch, Tony is alive, Smut, Cock Warming, Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Light Bondage, Growling, Moaning, Voyeurism, If You Squint - Freeform, Overstimulation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Control, Dirty Talk, Dirty Talking Bucky Barnes, Spit Kink, Safe Sane and Consensual, Safewords, Safeword alternatives, reader uses they/them pronouns, everyone has PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Language Kink, Bucky Speaks Romanian, Established Relationship, Avengers Compound

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dTOTWy

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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therapyandprozac · 2 months ago

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Title: Breed Me

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: BREEDing kink, vibrator, honorifics, edging m!receiving, cock warming, seriously on the breeding thing though

Description: You’ve been texting and teasing him all day at work, when he gets home you pull a wild card he can’t help himself. (No name is used for the man so have fun with it (I was envisioning Frankie Morales tho🙈))

The sound of your heavy front door opening and closing makes your heart drop like you’re on a fighter jet. Feeling yourself get wetter as the anticipation builds. His shoes on the hardwood is the only sound in the house, you listen and hear him coming straight to your office.

“How did he know I’d be in here?” You think to yourself, you thought for sure he’d check the bedroom first, but this is better.

*click*

Followed by silence, you feel yourself quiver at the anticipation building in your cunt. He stands outside the door, you can feel him smiling through the door, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. You hear his wedding ring tap on the metal door handle followed by the twisting of the knob he shoves the door wide open.

He sees you sitting on the bed, legs spread playing with a small vibrator glistening in your fingers. Barely enough to do anything but agonizing-ly tease yourself. He groans and memorizes the view in front of his eyes. He slowly walks up to you and drags his fingers over your flesh. He grabs your leg and kisses each joint before placing it back on the bed. Picking up your arm and doing the same but sucking your shiney fingers into his warm and inviting mouth before climbing on top of you. Turning off the vibrator, tucking it into his pocket for later.

“I want to watch you.” He whispers against your ear.

“Watch me do what?” You ask coyly, but he can see right through it. He glared at you clearly not in the mood for this brattiness. He purred a warning under his breath.

“Play with yourself, without your toy.” His voice was sharp and rough like rusty iron but smooth and like a stiff drink. Whimpers and soft whines pull out of you as you lazily massage your cunt, aware that you were doing just short of what he asked. When his eyes shifted from gentle to that primal darkness he kept hidden, the one you loved to see and tease. “You know that's not what I asked for.” He burns his eyes into yours, you smile and lean up to kiss him. He kisses you like he'd been aching and desperately waiting to get home to you all day. You taste the tobacco on his breath. He rarely smoked unless he was unbearably stressed. Your brain melts before you kiss him deeper. A little stress relief will do him well, you think.

“I know sir, but you've had a long day, could I blow you?” You whisper against his rough five o’clock shadow. He smirks, loving hearing the desperation and pleading in your voice.

“Mmm good girl manners, knees.” He cups your cheek and licks into your mouth, kisses so gentle, words so filthy. Such a contradiction shouldn't be possible but here he is your paradox. He pulls you to the floor, hands gripped into your hair. He used his other hand to unbutton his jeans and pulled his cock free of its restraints. The moment you see skin, you dive in smelling and licking whatever flesh your mouth can find. He doesn't need to adjust you to a better position, between your eagerness and perfect practiced skill you push him to the edge before stopping completely just holding his delicious cock in your mouth. You can feel him want to fight and just face fuck you but he knows its better if he’s patient and you edge him a bit. Repeatedly you bring him just to his breaking point and feel semi in control, just as you have that thought.

You can't breathe, his thick cock fully occupies your entire air passageway. Just before you pass out he pulls you off by your hair, smirking as you choke and cough. As soon as you catch your breath your throat is jammed full of cock once more. Eagerly you lick and suck all that you can but his hand tied into your hair maintaining most of the control. You can tell he’s weighing whether or not to just cum down your throat. The next time he lets you up you lock eyes and make your argument. Saliva, pre cum and tears cover your face, with a smirk he runs his thumb across your abused lips.

“Breed me god please!” His eyes widen his shock plainly evident on his face, breeding was always one of his semi-hidden kinks. You have said multiple times that it's not really your thing. So his face is puzzled but once that passes he moans just imagining making you entirely…his.

“I love the offer but you've said it was not your thing, are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Of course I am! I wasn't when we first got together but it's been so long since I've touched you and,” you pause thinking of the night before. “I’m ovulating.” You break into a ramble “I need you, I need you to cum inside me please. I want to grow your seeds, please fuck a baby into me.” He throws you onto the bed. You shuffle up the bed only to be grabbed by a large hand pulling you back to the foot of the bed. Your legs fall to either side of the man you love completely towering over you. He looks at your cunt like it's been taunting, teasing him for ages. He loves you and would never do something you didn’t want but he has wanted nothing more than to fuck you and fill you up. His thoughts are going a million miles a second when he finally speaks.

“Are you sure?” A final line of consent, a confirmation that this is what you want as well.

“Please please daddy I haven't been able to stop thinking about your cock inside me, feeling you and the incessant drilling into my eager, aching womb.” You plead, all shame and worries disappear as you beg for him to breed your throbbing cunt. He completely lets go, innumerable fantasies coming to fruition for him. He doesn't waste a second, immediately balls deep inside you, unmoving as you both adjust to the sudden pleasure a chorus of moans and groans escape from both of you.

“You’ve been texting me all day, teasing and playing.” Taking your nipple in his mouth, you roll your hips asking for more.

“It was so much fun, imagining your face when I sent you that picture of my tits.” You smirk making eye contact as he bites your nipple before dropping it to bounce.

“Was this your plan, the whole day?” He kisses up your neck.

“I had a dream you were fucking me while I was pregnant and decided to ahH OHH GOD!” He picks up the pace, losing all control and growling as he bites your neck. “It was so hot I needed you, needed this.” You shout between thrusts, his mouth not leaving that spot, you're going to have a hickey tomorrow for sure but it’s more than worth it. At least everyone will know your his, if the ring on your finger didn’t do that already. He reaches his thumb to your clit and plays it like an instrument, your eyes roll to the back of your head as the first orgasam shakes your body.

“Good girl.” He licks up your neck before biting your earlobe.

“Please god please more need more!” You stretch your arm and grab a pillow placing it under your back. He smirks and adjusts it to where it’s most effective, he’s been wanting this for so long and you love showing him you’ve been listening.

“God I’ve wanted to make you mine for so long.” His voice is rough, you can hear how close he is in his voice. He finds his pocket on the floor and the vibrator you had earlier and sets it to max before caressing it against your clit. Your limbs fully extend and glue to the bed grasping for the sheet, you cry out his name as you cum immediately. His thrusts become erratic as his orgasam rocks through his well toned body. He collapses breathlessly on top of you. Wrapping your legs up and around him, both to hold him and keep him inside you but also because keeping your legs up helps conception.

“I should feed into this kink more often. It brings out something indescribably hot in you.” A rare blush covers his face before he silently locks his lips with yours.

“You really wanted that?” He whispers

“More than anything. I’ve wanted to start a family with you for a while and last night was not the first time I’ve had that dream.” You laugh softly to yourself remembering something from a week ago.

“What?” He asked with a smirk.

“A couple days ago I woke up from that dream, soaking wet and reached to find you but you were at work. So I used my big toy on my own, it was my day off so I took my time.” You end with a wink.

“How many times?” He mumbles against your skin, covering your eyes with your hands in feigned embarrassment. He puts his arm to the side of your head and groans as you gasp while he pulls out softly. He moves one of your hands away from your eye and repeats his question. You don’t answer and just extend all five of your fingers, as a blush creeps up your freshly flushed chest.

“Next time, call me.” He kisses down your neck before laying his ear to your chest.

“You were at work!”

“Call me.” He mumbles before he falls asleep, you play with his hair. Focusing on the warmth in your cunt and the weight of your husband pressing you into your bed you fall asleep with a smile painted on your face.

My notes: this was just called “🥖” in my docs. I’m not not embarrassed posting this so if you liked it please let me know 🙈

#fanfic #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal #🥖#smut #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales smut #honorifics #therapyandprozac #prozacandtherapy

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therapyandprozac · 9 days ago

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Title: First Time (Smoking)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Smutttttyyyy Smoking kink, weed virgin reader, barely any foreplay oops, daddy x 1, many nicknames for r!

Description: Sharing a joint while he’s inside you or this party sucked before a handsome stranger saved the day.

No name used for the guy, but Frankie was my muse for this one. (Sorry for rough formatting, posted from my phone)

“Hey ya looking for a good time?” A late 20 something man with a stringy receding hairline. As he stepped toward me the smell slapped you in your face, cat piss and dirt weed.

“Nah I’m good, too broke.” You laugh it off hoping he’ll take the hint and just go away, but today is not your lucky day.

“Don’t worry baby, the first one’s free.” He wiggles his eyebrows in a way that makes a grimace settle into your face.

“I’m not interested.” You say coldly.

“Come oooon! You know you want some. I’ve got blow, grass, E, anything you could want. Let me hook you up sweet thing.” His voice sounds venomous as it spits out of his mouth.

“Dude, leave me alone.” You respond shortly, actively looking for a way out of this situation.

“Oh I see, too good for me huh?” He squares up on the defensive. When he backs you into a corner you look around the room again scanning for someone to help.

Seeing a tall, gently curly haired stranger as he turns around and your eyes lock, he has soft eyes and you can feel his trustworthiness. You plead with your eyes and when the loud man in your face looks away, you mouth ‘help me.’ He nods, hastily making his way over to you, you exhale a sigh of relief and try to keep your distance from the dealer as he encroaches closer and closer.

“Hey man! What’s it been, four months?” The stranger loudly clasps his hand on the much smaller man’s shoulder, forcing him to turn around and away from you.

“Do I know you?” He looks uncomfortable, all you can think of is karma as he shrinks in on himself slightly under the towering man.

“Of course, we met at that party on 8th Street!” He nods and makes eye contact with me using his nodding to mime for me to make my escape. “How can you not remember me, you hooked me up that night!”

“Oh how could I forget? How ya doing? Getcha anything?” He hisses.

“Nah I’ve got my own. Little advice, you should stop scaring off the hot ones.” He points toward my vacant spot behind him and swaggers away silently as the dealer’s jaw hangs open wide in disbelief.

Having run to the kitchen you stare out the kitchen window watching the partiers on the front lawn, drinking and playing uneven beer pong. After a long sip from your newly refilled cup you feel a large hand on your shoulder but it’s far gentler than you just saw him be.

“Hey, I was hoping you’d find me again.” You smirk looking him up and down.

“No way I wasn’t going to check up on you, that guy was creepy as hell.” He said, returning his hand to his cup.

“Did you know that guy?” You scrunch your eyebrows together.

“No, I’ve never met him in my life, but you can always count on dealers to try and sell their shit.”

“Thank you, he was way too pushy! I’ve never even smoked before.”

“Really?” He says letting the surprise show on his face.

“Yeah, I just never found the right people, you know.”

“Would you want to try?” He asks, you can tell he’s trying not to sound overly pressuring.

“I’ve always wanted to! Definitely didn’t want my first time to be with that filthy fiasco over there though.” You nod toward the back of the room.

“He’s back, you want to go somewhere a little quieter?” You nod running your fingers where his shirt unbuttons revealing his striking chest underneath. He smirks, eyes shifting between your fingers and your lips before continuing. “This is my friend's house, I know a chill room.” He offers his hand to you and when you take it, the sexiest smirk covers his face. He guides you through the house to a room lit with strip leds, more lava lamps than colors of the rainbow, bean bag chairs, and couches so round and fluffy they look just like bigger bean bags.

“They had a vibe in mind for sure.” You say looking around the room with wide eyes.

“Not my style either but it could make for a fun night.” He is only watching you, following your wide eyes with his warm gaze.

“Do you think we can smoke in here?” You catch him staring and approach him slowly.

“I’ve already smoked in this room, a couple months ago.” He said pulling out a beautifully rolled joint and handing it to you. You inspect the joint in your hands and smell it.

“That is the smell I’ve been looking for. A couple people have offered me a smoke before and the joints smelled like shit. This smells so good, I'm in!”

“Glad you're in.” He smirks, sitting next to you on one of the couches.

“Oh I was already all in for you, yummy weed is just a bonus.”

“In for me huh?” He questions.

“Only if you’re on the table of course.” Your hand finds its way to his chest slightly more revealed under a newly open button.

“Darling on the table, the bed, the shower, so long as you’ll have me, I’ll have you anywhere.” He flips a lighter in his hand and pulls the joint from your hands. Taking his words as permission you unbutton two more buttons and run your hand under his shirt. Stretching your hand wide against his chest, chest hair adorns him like a subtle pelt and holds your gaze before the lighter ignites making you look up.

The biggest smile on his face over your eagerness, he side eyes you watching you sit up right with your eyes glued to him. Lighting up the joint between his lips he maintains eye contact with you, a deep inhale he holds in his chest as you take the joint from his fingers. Bringing the unlit end to your mouth you inhale and immediately cough, he pulls it away as a hand covers your back in an attempt to soothe your coughing.

“Relax your chest, it's okay, take a deep breath kitten.” He coos while your coughing fit stops. Take a soft hit and a heavy exhale.” You nod and appreciate him not laughing at you. Taking a deep breath you place the joint to your lips and take a soft inhale and breathe out probably a little too heavy, but you didn’t cough. You put your hands up in victory and with a big smile he takes your jaw in his large hand and kisses you firmly. Making sure your grasp on the joint is firm even though your entire body relaxes into the kiss.

“If I said I wanted you to fuck me…what,” Your hand climbs from his knee, slowly crawling up his thigh. “What would you say to that?” Your hand fondles him through his jeans, feeling how hard he is you look deep in his eyes, a little surprised. “You’re really into this huh?” You hold his gaze, even as you keep rubbing him.

“I’m really into you.”

“You just met me.” You whisper against his lips but not quite kissing him. He says nothing and just takes his hand to the nape of your neck pushing you into his lips finally. You can tell he agrees ‘finally’ as he sighs deeply into the kiss pulling you in close and tight, he pulls away gasping for breath. “Answer my question.”

“I’d say, is it just the weed?” His eyes met the floor as his hand hovered over your leg, eager to be close to you but clearly unsure of his place. Despite the fact that you've had your hand on his chest for most of the time you've been sitting here.

“Love,” You whisper against his lips “when we walked in here, I was mostly sober and I couldn’t stop imagining sucking your cock on this ugly ass couch.” He smirks and lunges for you.

His arm wrapped entirely around your waist lifting you and gently placing you onto your back. The same way he guided you through smoking, he does the same while he lines himself up, instructing you to take a deep inhale, before he eases himself inside you inch by inch he fills you so deliciously but agonizingly. Pulsing shallowly in and out of your cunt, you know he has more but as he keeps teasing, you whine. He smirks and pulls out slightly lightly thrusting with the adjusted length.

“What’s wrong, sweet thing?” He whispers, you whimper in response. “Come on, take what you need, doll.” He licks the shell of your ear, you take two deep breaths, maybe hyping yourself up.

Before wrapping your leg around his knee and aggressively almost bouncing him on the bed. Without a second of hesitation you completely bottom out, taking every fucking thing he had to offer. Collapsing with your face next to his, huffs and groans pour from both of you as you adjust to the size of him. Immediately losing all dominance you had as you finally got what you wanted, you’ve never felt this full and you’re already high on it.

He chuckles deviously flipping you over onto your back as he leans to the headboard to where his jacket hangs on the ornate bed. You wrap your legs tighter around him making sure he stays inside you, though he had no intention of pulling out. Grabbing a lighter and a thicker joint than the last one you shared he rolls his hips a couple times savoring the feeling as he rests the joint on his lips and lights it. Never stopping rolling his hips into you, the smoke rises from the tip of the ember and from this angle it dances through his hair. He leans in to place the unlit end to your lips, taking a long hard drag from his joint. He just watches you with reverence replacing the joint with his lips. You hold your breath for a moment before his finger pushes your chin to the side.

“Exhale.” He whispers in your ear and you do as you’re told. “That's my good girl.” He purrs against your ear, nibbling at your lobe he continues to fuck into you keeping his pace even as he takes another hit. Your gasps are interrupted by the joint on your lips, you take a long hit savoring it. You can tell from the look in his eye that this is the last hit for a while, and that he is about to obliterate your pussy. While you exhale he puts the joint out carefully, confirming your theory.

Turning to you and grasping your hips tightly he begins his assault on your cunt and he holds nothing back. His all thought consuming cock, the thick veins and large head each have different sensations as you feel him rip repeatedly against your walls. Intentionally squeezing your pussy as tight as you could around him, he dipped his head moaning directly on your lips. “Oh fuck, that is,” He pants in able to finish his thought, you know you’re going to have bruises from where his fingers are digging into your skin but fuck is it worth it.

“Gonna cum daddy don’t stop.” You gasp and moan out between thrusts. One of his large hands reaches to toy with your clit wildly but with great precision you cum on his cock, involuntary clenching around him. With a stuttered pace and a deep guttural moan he comes deep inside you.

“How did you squeeze so hard, no one’s ever,” a chuckle from his chest but a blush on his cheeks.

“Oh god,” You turn cherry red and bury your face into his chest. “I do kegels. Let’s not talk about it.” You cover the exposed parts of your face with your hands.

“I’d like to talk about it one day,” A large hand on your back. “I don’t think I can live without it now.” He whispers, you freeze and look up from his chest meeting his eyes.

“Really?” He says nothing but cups your chin and kisses you slowly, licking his tongue across your lips. Meeting his tongue with yours, as flesh ran against flesh you couldn’t get enough, gasping as you broke the kiss.

“I’m so glad I met you.” He purrs, placing soft kisses down your neck, a bite and a hickey he seems to get lost in. You put your hand in his hair and he pulls back, his nose resting against yours. “Remember me.” His thumb traces through his saliva over the deeply reddened skin.

“Could never forget you, or tonight.” You pulled him down flat against your chest, your fingers brush through his hair. Both of you taking a deep breath together, your bodies perfectly pressing together, with another breath you both fall asleep to the sounds of a party a couple doors away.

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