#the tongue the lip bite the hair the tight suit the chain and the unbuttoned shirttt

[bottom55cs]

Lando Norris

[glitchnovax]

From Smirks to Chains

• Genre: Smut/nsfw (Mafia! Dazai x Reader)

• Word count: 2K

• Trigger Warnings: bondage, slight voyeurism

Ok so this my first proper fic so don’t judge me too harshly-

Might open requests if enough people actually like my fics/if I actually feel like writing more

You didn’t mean to end up like this. To have your hand in his hair, limbs a mess, lying there dunk off him. But who could blame you? Who could possibly blame you for surrendering to the bandaged Port Mafia executive?

It wasn’t unusual to be tempted during work, but this time Dazai simply couldn’t wait til the two of you were alone. Dazai smirked at you, his half-lidded eyes darkening as he imagined every little thing he planned to do to you to make you scream his name.

But that would be for later, right now he needed to break you down, and right in the middle of a port mafia meeting no less. At the back of the room, you tried to focus on what Mori was saying but you just couldn’t ignore the way he gazed at you. He refused to draw his attention back to the meeting, “I just can’t hold back anymore darling” his breath was hot against your ear sending ripples down your back. Your breath hitches and you freeze. You knew exactly what that meant. His smirk grew as he leaned back, fingers gliding up your inner thigh, under your skirt. He knew the risk of getting caught but his thoughts were too clouded with lust to care. “Dazai.. please not now- aH” your hand flinches over your mouth, face heating up as you feel his fingers stroke against your underwear. A few mafioso turn their heads toward you but quickly glance away once they realise what caused your squeal of pleasure.

“Something wrong my love?” Dazai’s voice was low and dripping with ego. Bastard. You bite your lip hard to conceal a moan, worried that if you even open your mouth to answer you’d alert the whole of Yokohama as to what Dazai was doing to you. Burying your flushed face in his neck, he hits the perfect spot making you wince “mmh, Dazai- AH! please.. stop-“ Subconsciously grabbing at his suit, you glance up at him as he pulls you onto his lap, his eyes were filled with desire and he was still wearing his signature smirk “Not until I’ve gotten exactly what I want”. He groaned as you tugged at his tie, only subtly grinding into you, but still enough for you to crave more. “Dazai, I want to leave…I want you” Twisting your waist to face him, you got goosebumps purely from seeing the lust in his eyes. You pull on his tie drawing his head closer as you locked your lips with his, kissing him over and over, rougher, deeper, biting his lower lip as he tried to pull back for air. It was his turn to let out a moan “Level E, you know where” that alone sent a shiver down your spine “I’ll only be a few minutes behind you, love” he continued, giving your underwear a final rub before his fingers left your body regretfully.

Pushing yourself up with the back of his chair, you suddenly became aware of just where exactly you were. Your mind had been too fixated on him that you’d completely forgotten about the fact that you were in the middle of a meeting. Your legs shook, still weak from what had just happened. You didn’t look back but as you slipped out of the room you were sure Dazai was smirking in that way he always did, that stupid smug smirk that could make you melt simply by glancing at it.

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Dazai slammed you against the wall of the port mafia torture chamber and you hear the chains clink around your wrist as he turns your neck black and blue. He lifts his dazed head back up to your eyes. You moan into his lips as he slips his tongue in, kissing you rougher only to pant heavily as he pulls away “out of breath already, Dazai?” you smirk. Big mistake. He presses you harder against the bricks, lips travelling down your collarbone “Darling we’re only just getting started” he groans, voice seeping with lust.

Dazai’s right hand becomes tangled in your hair while his left snakes down your waist, making you shiver. He unzips the back of your skirt before gliding his fingers round your hips and down to your underwear “D-Dazai.. please” you moan, already weak as he rubs up and down your clit “hmm you provoked me, now I get to tease you, this is my revenge” you can feel the vibrations of his voice in his chest as you arch your back, the chamber echoing with your moans. The chains clash against the cold bricks, marking your wrists as you tug at them, craving his touch, and longing to be closer “now now my love, don’t go breaking those chains in excitement. So desperate. Only I get to decide what happens to you and when” Dazai tosses his coat to the blood stained stones.

Kissing your waist the entire time, he loosens his tie and undoes only two buttons on his shirt, taunting you, drawing you in more “Dazai…mm-“ his lips are back on yours and his fingers fall to just above where you want “if you really want me, you’re going to have to beg, show me what you want” he lowers the chains so you’re almost straddling him, but doesn’t let you free. As your legs wrap around him, you feel something twitch against your inner thigh. As you try to pull yourself closer, he pulls away “what did I just say? Beg.” His fingers toy with your hair as he slowly grinds against you, never fully allowing you to get close enough “Dazai, please, you’re the only one I want, I want you, I need you, please-“ your breath hitches as the chains fall to the floor, and you in turn fall into Dazai’s lap, fully straddling him, hissing as the feeling of his hardening cock between your legs “see? that wasn’t so hard was it love?” His hips grind up into you as his pants tighten even more finally allowing him to hit right where you need it.

You unbutton his shirt, moaning and panting down his chest as you pressed your forehead against the crook of his neck as he quickened his pace. Your hips unintentionally buck as he thrusts deeper and deeper, longing to get rid of the rest of your clothing “quite vocal today aren’t we darling?” He breathed, trying his best to keep himself together. The combination of his perfect thrusts and dirty talk he knew you couldn’t resist, made the knot below your stomach twist and turn. He pulls your waist in closer and you wrap your arms with bruised wrists around his neck, the pleasure and pure dirty adrenaline overriding the pain. The marks on your neck and chest were another story, those would tell every mafioso that you were his, and his alone. And if that didn’t work, well he’d have to show it up front, to their faces.

Dazai’s pace slowed as one hand brushed up your leg to the knife holster around your thigh, a secret only he knew about. The dim light danced along the blade as it slid up your outer thigh “Dazai ah- what...what are you-“ you were out of breath and delirious from pleasure as you felt the knife slash through the last bit of fabric you were wearing “there, now we have one less issue” the knife clinked against the ground as you look up to see Dazai looking a mess and yet, still beautiful as ever. It was only you that could do that to him, only you that could bring him to such a vulnerable point. He smirked despite his breathlessness “my my, look how drenched my dress pants are, what have you done?” Ignoring his pride, you hastily pull against his belt buckle, your thrusts quickening “how desperate you are…” he snickers before inhaling sharply himself as he felt you tighten around him “You’re not doing too well yourself love” You panted, wincing as you adjusted to his size.

His eyes were as dark as the locks of hair fell over his face, sweat already dripping down his neck. As he began biting down your neck, your left hand clawed as his back while your right slid up his toned core, pressing down on his chest. Dazai leaned back slowly as you pinned him down, letting you watch as his chest rose and fell shakily, flinching at every slight movement of your hips. His eyes never left yours as your bodies almost fall to the floor in desperation, your lips finding their way to his bare neck, longing to add your own marks “Ready, love?” His voice makes you melt, feeling of the groans in his chest “Only if you think you can take me” Fuck, just listening to your voice combined with the view of you on top of him could bring him to his limit right then and there, however he wouldn’t be so quick to give in.

He thrust hard, exactly where you wanted, over and over til you saw stars. His fingers danced their way down your waist, every stroke making your shiver, until he pulled you forwards as his hands grabbed at your ass, making you moan and whimper even louder. As you moved to his rhythm, one hand gripped his side while the other wandered across the chamber floor stones until your fingertips brush against a steel chain that had long been discarded, only to feel Dazai’s hand top yours. He thrusted deeper as he yanked the chain away “did you honestly think you could get the upper hand on me simply because you’re on top? I’m fucking you, I’ll ensure you remember that” He managed to gasp out between moans, surprisingly keeping his composure despite the state he was in “I- FUCK-“ you winced as his hips jerked you forward, you knew you couldn’t keep this up much longer. He tossed the chain over the back of your neck and before your delirious mind could register his movements, you found the metal clasped around your throat, not tight enough to choke you, but enough for him to pull you forward at his will.

“Fuck, fuck, Dazai I’m almost- Ah-“ you were both panting heavily, his moans and yours laced together with the chain clinking in your ear “Mmm you’ve been so good to me today darling- HH- just- a little longer- AH-“ He tugged on the chain while you tugged on his hair, each of his thrusts grazing that sweet spot, making you drag him in further, feeling you’re bodies slap against one another recklessly “Fuck, Dazai…I’m so close.. please-“ God, he loved to hear you whine, it made him feel so good knowing that he was the only one that could make you moan like that, that his name was the only one you’d scream like that, that he was the only one that dragged out your desperation like that “mmm I know doll, just look how fucking wet you are… because of me” He finds that perfect sweet spot thrusting up into you, panting as he watched the shocks of pleasure run all through your body. Fuck he was so good. It would only take a few more perfect, rough jolts of his hips and you’d be done for, but it all came crashing down in a matter of seconds as you felt his fingers brush against your waist, making their way down your inner thigh, hovering dangerously close. He stroked your clit exactly the way he knew you liked it “fuck, Dazai-“ you let out a loud squeak, arching your back violently.

Through glazed eyes you could see his jaw clenched, abs contracting as he fucked you mercilessly. The second his gaze met yours, you hit your limit throwing your head back only to feel the chain clash against your glistening core. Dazai continues to fuck you through your orgasm as your legs shake around him, until he himself caves.

He whimpers slightly as you collapse into his chest, arms wrapped under his and both your legs and his intertwined. Breath still heavy, he runs his still slightly shaky fingers through your hair, gliding down to the chain still lazily draped around your neck. He pulled it aside as it fell to the ground. “Fuck…” he breathed as you pulled yourself off him, only to fall at his side. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you rest your head against his chest, listening in silence as his heartbeat begins to slow “How are we going to explain this mess to Mori?” Your sparkling eyes gazed up at him concerned. He chuckled “The way you worry is adorable, my love” he floats his void-black coat over the two of you like a blanket “We’ll figure that out later, for now, there is no Mori, there is no mafia, there is only us” And in that moment, that was truly how it felt. You catch a glimpse of that signature smirk as you lightly press your body into his.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

[myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants]

Or Red Lilly with Iida 👀

Thank you so much for sending an ask! Sorry this took me forever but i hope you like it!!

Red Lily (Passion) with Tenya Iida

Warnings: MeanDom/Tenya Iida, SubFem/Reader, impact play, handcuffs, use of “sir, good girl”, oral sex (fem receiving) consent check, orgasm denial, degradation, vaginal fingering, no condom, d*cryphilia. 

Also big shoutout to @doinmybesthere @patchworkpuzzle @eyebagsbutglam for helping me out!! I love all of you!!

The first time Iida found out that you sleep without clothes he gave you a two-hour lecture.

“What if there was a fire and you needed to evacuate immediately? What if someone broke in? What if you sleep walk and get out of your apartment? What if- “

“Tenya!” You grab his arms, concerned that they are going to fall off with how aggressively he was chopping them. “I understand that you are just trying to help, but I am comfortable sleeping like that. Could you please respect that?”

He looks down for a moment, the sun glare on his glasses making it impossible to see his eyes. When his shoulders drop, and he visibly relaxes you know he has calmed down. “I am sorry my dear, you’re right. It is important that you are comfortable.” He kisses your cheek. “Let’s go to bed now.”

Two years later

Iida was done, done with the day, done with people, done. Done. DONE.

He was late to the agency because of a villain backup that he couldn’t help with. When he finally ended up getting to the agency, he had to calm down several interns because number one hero Deku had stopped by. One of his engines went out because a villain on his patrol was able to get some sort of substance in his exhaust. This meant he had to go to Mei Hatsume because she was one of the few who could fix it. She tricked him into activating a “baby” of hers that exploded effectively covering his entire hero suit in ash and soot.

Numerous other things happened through out the day that soured his mood even further. The last thing was him getting home late, not 30 mins, not 1 hour, but 4 hours late. He had to take his hero suit to be cleaned and ended up taking a shower at the agency. All he wanted to do was go to bed with you.

Iida sets his stuff down by the door and removes his shoes. Walking carefully, so as to not wake you he opens the bedroom door and glances at your shared bed.

Iida’s breathing stops for a moment, the sight of you making his heart skip a beat. Laying on your side, one of your hands laying on his pillow; the blanket between your legs. Moonlight peaks through the curtains, bathing your naked form in a soft light that makes you glow.

As he shuts the door, he can feel his pants getting uncomfortably tight. You are so beautiful and what better way to ease the stress of a horrible day than to bury himself in your tight heat.

He walks up to the bed, reaching out to caress your face with his knuckles. Your eyes slowly open hazy, and unfocused from sleep, eyelids fluttering.  “Mhm… Tenya?” A soft smile appears on your face and you grab his hand, turning your head to kiss it.

“Sorry I woke you darling, why don’t you go back to sleep?” Iida feels guilty, waking you up just to have sex with you. He moves to pull his hand back but you clutch it tight, he looks at you, raising his brow in question.

You push yourself up with one hand and sit on your knees in front of him, still holding his hand. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you take a quick moment to stretch, arching your back and lifting your arms up in the air. You hear Iida suck in a breath and open your eyes with a smirk.

“Now why would I go to sleep when you clearly need some help turbo.” You lower the hand not holding his and graze your fingers over the obvious bulge in his slacks.

Iida shudders when you touch him but doesn’t react any further, more worried about your sleep schedule. “Don’t worry about me love, nothing I can’t take care of on my Ohh.” His sentence gets cut of when you give him a squeeze through his pants. His forehead pressing against yours you can hear his breathing getting heavy.

“Don’t worry about me love.” You repeat his words back to him. “Nothing we can’t handle together.” You place his hand that you were still holding on one of your breasts and grab the bottom of his shirt. As you pull it up, he reluctantly lets go of your warm chest and takes his shirt off throwing it behind him. You are already unbuttoning his pants before he throws his shirt and as you work to pull them down, he grabs your hands.

“Let me do this okay? Can you lay down for me? I want to look at you.” His eyes pleading, his face weary and tired you can’t help but abide by his wishes.

You lay back down on the bed, your legs bent at the knees resting to the side. Your hair is splayed out on the pillow a hand on your chest the other to your side resting with the palm up. Iida doesn’t move for a moment, entranced by the goddess in front of him. It’s only when you say his name on a breath that he remembers what he was supposed to be doing.

He undresses in a flash, quick and efficient his clothing forgotten in a pile next to the bed. Now its your turn to admire your partner. His dark blue eyes, chiseled jaw, and wide breadth of his shoulders. Iida worked hard to maintain his physique for hero work, and it showed in the way his muscles flexed as he moved to hover over you.

You both look at each other for a moment longer before Iida leans down to kiss you slow and deep. His lips melding with yours, his tongue meeting yours in a soft caress. You reach your hands to cup his face, but he grabs your wrists and pins them above you.

When he breaks the kiss, you can’t help but whine, arching your back and lifting your head to meet his lips once more. “Y/N.”

The authority in his tone makes you shiver in delight and submission. You lay back down on the bed, once again resting your head on the pillow as you look at his innocently. “Yes Tenya?”

His eyes darken further, almost black in the light. The hand not holding your wrists softly moves up from your hips to your breast. You sigh in contentment until his large fingers pinch one of your nipples and you yelp.

“Now dearest, I understand that you just woke up however – “He pulls on the nipple and you whimper, your eyes starting to water a sadistic smirk crawling up his face. “– I do believe you know better than to address me like that.”

“S-sorry, Sir. I’ll be good, I promise.”

He waits a moment after your answer then lets go of your nipple, rubbing soothing circles over it with his thumb. “That’s better. Now, I’m gonna handcuff you and you are going to keep your eyes shut understood?”

You nod your head before closing your eyes. “Yes sir, understood.”

You feel him shift on the bed and hear a drawer open before the sound of metal clinking together fills your ears. You fidget in anticipation before a sharp pain blooms on your breast. You cry out when Iida slaps you but keep your eyes shut, not wanting to anger him further.

“I thought you said you would be good for me dear. That also means staying still.” Iida lets go of your wrists locking one of them in the cuff before wrapping the chain on the reinforced hook he installed on the bed. Before he cuffs the other wrist, he softly grabs your chin and tilts your face up.

“Y/N, open your eyes for a moment darling.” When you do your eyes immediately connect with his, no longer dark with lust but softly filled with tender love and concern. “You ready for this? Let me know if you are too tired, we can stop.”

You shake your head and give him a soft smile. “I’m ready Tenya, I need you too.”

“Tell me the safe word.”

“Axel”

He kisses your nose, eyes quickly darkening again. “Good girl.”

Before he can ask you to shut your eyes again you do and lay still. “Thank you, sir.” You feel him shift again and you other hand is cuffed; he pulls on the chain to make sure its secure and double checks that the cuffs aren’t too tight.

When you feel the bed shift you know he crawled off of it. You try to listen, to hear any sound that lets you know what is going to happen next but there is only silence.

All of a sudden you feel to large palms on your thighs, giving them a squeeze before pulling them apart.

“Such a perfect pussy.” Iida lightly drags his nails down your legs, a breathy moan escaping your lips. “Look at you, such a good girl for Sir.” You feel a breath of air, the slick of your arousal on your cunt and thighs going cold.

It’s difficult, holding yourself still but the feeling of his large hands on your body keeps you submissive. His hands on your body, however, do not help with the anticipation. Iida isn’t moving, you can almost feel his eyes on your core but no movement, no dipping of the bed or shifting of his hands.

You whimper, trying to relay your need for touch you finally feel the bed move under his weight. “Are you trying to tell me something dear?”

You almost open your eyes, needing to show him just how bad you need his touch, but you don’t. “Please, sir. Please touch me, I-I need you.”

Silence, and then Iida slaps your pussy. You can’t help but arch your back and yelp, eliciting another slap from your lover for moving.

“I don’t remember this being about you. I vividly recall you saying that we were helping me.” Iida wrenches your legs apart father before shoving his face into your cunt, he licks a broad stripe up from your tight hole to your clit before biting to little nub.

“Ahhh! I’m sorry! I’m sorry sir you’re right!” You can feel the tears escape past your eyelids and Iida huffs before biting the inside of one of your thighs.

“Of course, I’m right now you will lay there and be obedient or I will punish you as I see fit.”

“Yes, sir.”

Iida kisses the mark he left on your thigh and continues kissing and biting until he gets to your core. “Fuck you look so good- “He licks you again, humming as your taste blooms on his tongue. “– taste good too.” He continues his ministrations, alternating between biting your thighs and licking at your sex. You can feel the faint tightening of your core, but he isn’t licking hard enough, not giving you enough attention for the feeling to build.

Iida relishes all the little whimpers and moans that escape your mouth. He can tell you’re getting frustrated with the lack of stimulation but like a good girl you are following his orders. After he has decided you deserve a reward, he slots his mouth over our cunt and starts dipping his tongue in and out of your slit.

The needy moan you let out at finally feeling something has his cock twitching. As you strain against the hand cuffs, resisting the urge to grind against his face Iida wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you impossibly closer.

You choke out a sob when he moves his mouth up to lick shapes onto your clit and gently suck it. He hums against you and the extra stimulation has you crying.

“Please S-sir, I’m m’gonna cum. Can I please cum?” Your thighs are shaking but you’re too focused on holding your orgasm back to care.

Iida thinks about it for a moment, slowing down his movements just to hear the frustrated cry from your mouth. He backs away from you for a moment, chuckling at your frustration.

“I don’t believe you’ve earned the right to do that yet.” He leans down to give you one last swipe of your tongue before sitting up.

The tears fall in earnest now, your need for release clouding your mind. “N-no, please sir I’m – I’ve been a good girl! Please sir I- “You let out a wail when Iida slaps the inside of your thigh.

“Are you such a needy slut that you can’t even follow orders?” He slaps your other thigh and growls when you don’t answer. He adjusts his position until he is at your side, wrapping an arm around your torso to pinch at one of your nipples before running his whole palm down your aching cunt. “Do you like it when I punish you? Is that it?”

You finally calm down enough to shake your head. “N-no, I don’t like it s-sir.”  You are still crying, the tears running down your cheeks and wetting the pillow beneath you.

“I think your lying to me, because every time I hit you.” Iida lifts his hand up and slaps your clit, his fingertips rough from hero work. “You look like you enjoy it slut.”

You can’t help it when you feel the sharp pain on your clit you moan, the feeling slowly fading into pleasure.

“I told you, you like the pain, don’t you? My naughty little pain slut.” He hits your clit again twice in quick succession. “Do you want to be a good girl for me?”

You nod your head, tilting it to the side to rest on his shoulder. “Y-yes, I wanna be a good girl sir.”

He kisses your forehead. “If you can cum just from me slapping your clit then I’ll reward you with my cock yeah?”

“Yes sir!” You force your body to relax, knowing you’re your too tense the pain won’t give way to pleasure.

As Iida repeatedly slaps your clit you can’t help but utter a jumbled mess of words.

Yes sir…. thank you, sir, …. feels s’good…. m’close…please ..... harder ….

When you finally cum you back arches completely off the bed, your mouth open on a silent scream as tears pour down your face.

Iida lays there for a moment, watching as you come undone, he almost finishes right then and there. Before you can catch your breath, he is crawling on top of you and pushing your legs to your chest. He shoves two fingers in your hole scissoring them to open you up before he puts his cock in.

You only have enough energy to moan as he fingers you, your eyes shut from exhaustion instead of obedience.

Iida is intently watching his fingers move in and out of you, clearly you don’t have any control over your body anymore and yet your cunt still pulls his fingers in. When he pulls his fingers out, he shoves them in your mouth, without even a thought your sucking on them to clean them off.

“Good girl.” He lines himself up and thrusts into your cunt, balls deep in one go. No letting you adjust to his size he is now just after his own release.

It doesn’t take long for him to finish; he was already close to coming when he was slapping you. The sounds coming from your mouth and the tears streaming down your face, he will never get tired of it. Right as he is on the edge of cumming he feels your walls start to tighten again, he holds back just long enough so that your orgasm hits and you milk his cock for all its worth.

Iida stays like that for a moment holding your legs and enjoying the post orgasmic bliss until you let out a little whimper. He gently pulls himself out of your abused hole, wincing when he hears a small groan fall from your lips.

After he puts your legs down, he leans over and cups one of your cheeks and kisses your forehead. “You did such a good job my dear, I will be right back to clean you up.” Iida stays there until you give him a nod and gets off the bed without jostling you and heads into the bathroom. When he comes back, he has a warm washcloth and with a light touch he wipes the insides of your thighs and your slick folds.

You still haven’t said anything, but he knows you like the back of his hand and doesn’t push. “Let’s take a shower love, need to clean you up.” Iida takes your cuffs off and rubs your wrists you slowly open your eyes and focus on his face. He smiles down at you and kisses your nose. “I love you dearest.”

“And I you Tenya.”

[octania]

Yes, madam.

Worick Arcangelo x Reader

Genre: Smut, Romance

Words: 1405

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In the dark hallways of the Monroes family mansion there was finally silence. Walking in the shadows of the halls, getting the light only from the high moon on the sky, Worick strolled down the hall relaxed. He was satisfied, the job was done, and all thanks to him. Master mind, that is how the boss said it. He smirked, but not because of the sweet talk from his boss, but just from the fact that he found the whole situation very easy from the start and could not believe it took everyone so much effort to get it done when he had it cracked in two minutes. Well, it does not even matter, it’s over and done now and he can rest. He stretched his neck, putting his wide palm on the back of it, massaging it slowly. His suit tensed from the movement, as his muscles did not appreciate being covered. With his right hand he reached for his cigarettes, taking one from the box with his teeth. He placed the cigarette between his fingers, slowly licking the surface. Bad habit. He smirked again, stopping suddenly. Now that smirk turned into a welcoming smile, as he saw the person standing on the terrace. A young woman with long silky hair, big eyes and pale skin shyly glanced at him. She was trying to hide the smile and her rose cheeks that were just a reaction on his little stunt with the cigarette a moment ago. His tongue sliding on that thin paper made her shiver, but she stood there in silence. The boss’s daughter Y/N. That satisfaction from earlier felt like a distant memory, because every time he laid eyes on her, desire was the only feeling that was left in his body. He was not the type to deny himself something he desired, but he was far from stupid and disrespectful. It started as a simple attraction to her wide hips, small waist, big breasts and angelic face. However, the more he was around her, he realized she was not just another eye candy. She was smart, elegant and mysterious. And above all, forbidden. But that was the only word that was, certainly , not in his dictionary.

“Good evening madam.”- he said in his husky deep voice, stepping out on the balcony.

“How are you feeling tonight?”- the moonlight welcomed his shape, giving its best to present him as he was, perfect. His a bit long blond hair made him look exactly as his last name announced, Arcangelo. A angel with that blue eyes and blond hair, perfect teeth always shaped in a charming smile, made Y/N shiver once more.

“Madam, are you ok? Are you cold? Here..”- he unbuttoned his suit, taking it off. The white shirt was the only thing hiding his strong torso, and did so poorly. The fabric tensed over his muscles. The first two buttons of the shirt were loose, reviling his collarbones. He stepped closer, making Y/N even more nervous because now she could smell him. And he smelled divine. Fresh and seducing, as nothing less was expected. He covered her with her jacked, staying still for the moment. He knew he should move, but his eyes were fixated on her body. Her long elegant white dress was also too much reviling in the same time, giving him a perfect view on her bust. His blood started to boil, as once again he tried to keep down this raging desire for her. He tried to look up, but another trap awaited. Her meaty lips the color of cherries. They were open just a little. He froze, as his own mind turned against him. He could see how that mouth would fit perfectly somewhere on his body. How it would feel soft at first as he would put the tip of his meat on them, and how the raw pleasure would come soon after she sucks it in and squeeze on it with those lips. He shook his head, barely escaping the enchanting thought.

“I apologize madam.”- he tried to step away but was shocked to realize something was now holding him. He looked down, seeing her small pale hand holding onto his belt.

“A..apologize for what?”- her closeness and sweet breath made him almost lose his balance. She was now a few millimeters away from his lips, holding that belt tight, pressing her breasts on his chest, making them pop out even more.

“Madam, I..” – he was too weak to push her away, but giving his best not to grab her and devour like an animal then and there.

“Who? I see no madams here, Worick-san..”- she pushed her fingers over the belt and into his pants. He clenched his jaw. It was over, she made his mind blank.

“Are you seriously trying to act like you have any manners?”- he grabbed her hips, pulling her on him with such speed she fell on him, but he was ready, catching her lips with his. His tongue joined the dance of their lips, finding hers, making that kiss almost deadly. Her legs gave in, but she didn’t even feel when, because there was no floor under her feet no more. He picked her up, not giving her the chance to even realize what is happing. Just in a few moments, there were covered in darkness, rushing through the halls, reaching his room. He kicked the door with his foot, but still managed to catch it with his hand before it slammed on the wall, all while she was still in the air. He was holding her with one hand with ease. She got greedy, almost felt even free when the door behind them closed. She grabbed his shirt, started to pull it, breaking the buttons that fell on the floor.

“You will have to pay for that..”- he whispered with a devilish smile, as he threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her, grabbing the rest of his shirt, breaking it off,  like it was a chain that held him back.

“But the way you will pay for it…”- his rough fingers dived into her cleavage , pulling the dress down, releasing her big breasts. He licked his lips, lowering his head, starting to suck and gently bite her nipples, while his other hand traveled along her waist, down to her hips and finally her legs, going under her dress and back up her leg. He let out a deep sexy sound, as he realized she had no panties on.

“Let me reward you for this..”- he licked the nipple once more, pushing two fingers inside her. He started the move his hand more roughly, massaging her clit with his thumb in the same time. She moaned like a thirsty whore, and he loved it. She came fast, making her entrance drip with sweet juices. She didn’t even realize that he was already placing something else on it to replace the fingers.

“I wanted to fuck you so badly…”- he could not resist that dirty words, finally out, breaking all his manners. She could not even answer, as he bit her lip and pushed himself deep inside of her. The bed moved with them. He wasted no time, he fucked her without mercy. Licking those lips,then kissing her deeply ,as she moaned in his mouth. He smashed his crotch on her, pushing his meat as deep as possible, making her every sensitive spot his bitch. The pleasure exploded in both of them. He grabbed her tits, playing with them with his hands, pulling and twisting those nipples sensually, making him even harder. He slammed into her again, this time making the bed break, but he did not care. He continued slamming into her, pushing her hips more on him with his free hand as the bed collapsed under them. Just before they fell, he picked her up, landing her on his chest and on the floor. He pushed her hips again , to make her sit on that dick properly. She didn’t even want to catch her breath, as she started to ride him. She jumped up and down fast, moving her hips sensually , making  him lose control. He threw his head back as the pleasure consumed him. His grip on her became even stronger, as the one last thrust made them cum in the same time, filling her with his sweet cum.

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Sam manages to look normal for about ten minutes after Dean disappears into his room. Mom’s put off easily--he has her check on Jack--and the hunters from the other world are trusting and easy to reassure. He gives them the update, about the monsters they might see, and the second they’ve turned around he’s out of the map room, heading back through the maze of hallways, his heart in his throat.

He’s here. Here. Sam can hardly stand it. In that horrible little warehouse it was all he could do not to pin Dean against the wall and get his mouth on him and just--do everything, everything they’d ever done, to try to crawl inside each other, to make it so they’d never be parted again. They weren’t alone, though, and Dean was--hurt. Flinching, when he lost his strength and sagged down to the floor, and his face a ravaged tired thing. Sam touched him, couldn’t help it, but it was safe there on his forearm and on his knee, and Dean closed his eyes. Let him.

Sam knocks once, at Dean’s door, but opens it without waiting. He can’t wait, anymore. Dean’s standing at the sink, the stupid vest off and the button-down thrown on the floor, and he looks at Sam and Sam kicks the door back closed, locks it, and then takes the two steps and gets Dean in his arms and kisses him, pushing him back against the sink with the force of it, desperate and fierce. Dean grabs him back, fists into his hair and his jacket--bites at his mouth, breathing heavy--flinches again, when Sam gathers him closer, and Sam grinds his forehead against Dean’s and lets their noses brush against each other, their mouths close. “Sorry,” he says, but he’s not, and Dean knows it.

“Sorry,” Dean echoes, and tips his head. He winds his hand into Sam’s jacket. “I’m the one--”

“I don’t care.” Dean’s mouth firms, and he pulls back an inch, but Sam doesn’t let him go. He gets a hand on Dean’s jaw, tips it up. “Everything else can wait. Right?”

A beat. Dean’s ears are red, and his cheeks--he licks the corner of his mouth where it’s wet and looks to the side. “Sam, there’s--” He shakes his head. Something wrong. Sam lets his hand go light, lifts some of his weight away. Dean shifts, where he’s pressed back against the sink. “I--”

Sam’s attention’s caught by something else. “What’s that,” he says, frowning, and catches Dean’s arm. The skin’s still soft, pale gold and freckled despite the months in a suit, but there’s--a scar, a strange raised thing, marring the flesh. He pushes his thumb over it and it’s clearly healed but Dean squeezes his eyes shut. “It hurts?”

“No,” Dean says, brief, and licks his lips. Flushed still, miserable, and his head dips low for a second, two, before he reaches up and pulls the white undershirt off, over his head, and Sam’s mouth goes dry as he stares.

He should’ve noticed before, but he couldn’t feel it through his jacket and Dean’s face was all that mattered. Dean’s shoulders hunch, his hands tangled up in the undershirt he’s still holding. He’s--adorned. That’s all Sam can think to call it. His tattoo’s still there, pinned over his heart to match Sam’s, as it should be. The rest is new. Rings, pierced through his nipples, and a line of rings down his abdomen, seamless loops coming out of the skin where he’s always been strong but soft. Softer-looking now, in contrast against the metal. A fine chain, strung between the nipple rings and fed down in two lines through the loops on his stomach, and--further, past his belt where Sam can’t see. Symmetrical as a ritual.

“Does it hurt?” Sam says, careful. He thinks of Dean flinching, curled awkward in the passenger seat on the drive home. Dean shakes his head. He reaches out and gets his hands on Dean’s belt and Dean grabs his wrist, reflexive no. Sam stills immediately. “Dean?”

Dean breathes, shaky through his nose. “It’s--I haven’t seen it,” he says, low. “I can feel it.”

Sam traces his thumb up the soft skin of his belly, between the lines of the chains. “I don’t have to,” he says, offering, and Dean looks at him and like always it’s the gentleness that makes him fold. He lets Sam’s wrist go, braces his hands back against the sink, and Sam’s allowed to unbuckle, to unbutton, to unzip. He’s careful, opening up the slacks, and Michael--ah, wore snug soft boxer-briefs in creamy white, and Sam’s careful to lift the waistband away as he tugs down, and there--

“Fuck,” he says. Eloquent.

Dean looks down, and immediately covers his face. “Fuck,” he says, too, and--god, that’s all there is to say.

The rings continue, down the low curve of Dean’s belly below his navel, down to an inch above the root of his dick. There, they’re taken over by a cock cage--metal rings, again, locking Dean’s dick into a small curve, tucked cruelly tight over the swell of his balls. The chain keeps going, parallel lines around the cage. Sam goes down to one knee, trying to see--if it’s part of the locking mechanism, or attached somewhere else--and sees then that the cage--keeps going, the loop around Dean’s balls part of a larger structure, and he touches careful there, sliding his fingers back, and looks up at Dean’s face as he shudders full body when Sam figures out that the cage is connected to a plug, filling up his ass, and the chains lock in there, keeping the whole thing tight.

“Why?” Sam says. It’s the only thing he can think, beyond--the too much that’s filling him up.

Dean shakes his head, drags his hands through his hair. He looks obscene, from where Sam’s looking up at him. Beautiful. Wrecked. “He--” Dean licks his lips again. He’s staring down at his dick again, strangled in its loops. “He told me that I’d--wasted his body. That I needed to be controlled.”

His eyes are wild and he’s quivering, Sam realizes--fine shudders, quaking through the muscle. “He’s gone,” Sam says, and Dean laughs, short and unhappy, and Sam stands up and holds Dean around the shoulders and says it again, again, and Dean says finally, frustrated, “You call this gone?” and Sam says--”Okay. Okay. Let me help.”

Dean shakes his head, eyes closed, but he nods too. He’s bruise-tired under the eyes, still blushing all over. Sam walks him over to the bed, settles him carefully on the edge. Memory foam or not, Dean jolts when he sits and Sam swallows, thinking about Dean’s ass held open. “Okay?” he says, and Dean says, “No, dumbass,” but he lets Sam pull off the tangle of shoes and socks and slacks and briefs and then he’s naked, completely, in the soft light of the room, and Sam...

It’s not anything he thought he’d ever see, on his brother. Nothing he wanted. It’s strange and alien and it was done without Dean wanting it, and he doesn’t know--how they’re going to get rid of it. If Dean wants to get rid of it. He pushes at Dean’s knee, gets him to lay back, and spread out like that, trussed-up and offered like that--fuck. Yeah. It’s getting to Sam.

He spreads Dean’s knees, tries to ignore it. Gets his feet propped up and his thighs spread, so he can see. Alien, again, with his balls kept neat and tidy up against the root of his dick without Sam needing to hold them there. The chains frame his perineum and Sam slides his thumb down the space between, soft. Dean’s thighs clench. “Get the lead out, Sam,” he says, strangled, and Sam slips his fingers down. The plug. A curved metal piece connected to the metal around his nuts, thick around as one of Sam’s fingers. Disappears into his asshole. Slim, when Sam knows Dean can take more. The chain connects to a loop there, tiny, and Sam realizes that--it’s all of one piece. Like Michael welded it, somehow. He’ll have to get tools to get Dean completely free. He licks his lips, thinking.

Sam touches the plug, feels the heat of it where it’s swallowed up. “It doesn’t hurt?” he says, glancing up Dean’s body. Dean has his face buried in the crook of his elbow, but he shakes his head. Sam pulls at the plug, careful, and Dean gasps--his thighs clench--and Sam sees the thicker base of it, pressed up inside. He wonders how long it is and his mouth waters at the thought. He looks at Dean again, and sees the flush sweeping down his chest, an arrow of pink. His dick’s soft, because it has to be, but Sam chews the inside of his cheek, a molten thought taking over his head.

He tugs at the plug again, enough that the base pulls at the pink ring of flesh, and then rocks it back inside. Dean curses, grabs at the blanket. Sam breathes open-mouthed, his own dick filling up inside his jeans. The way Dean’s can’t. He does again, pulls harder and sees how the chain pulls, up until there’s a tug at the rings on Dean’s nipples, and then pushes it back in with three fingers so that he can feel the ripple of Dean’s asshole, desperate to close and unable to. “Does it hurt?” he says again, different, and Dean’s hips rock down against his hand, and he looks down his body at Sam, his face bright red, his eyes wet. Sam covers the whole thing with his palm, leaning in. “Dean.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” Dean says, breathless, Sam crams his hand all the way up into the split of Dean’s ass and bends down to press a kiss just at the base of his dick, where the first ring starts, his lips brushing the lock he’ll have to pick.

Dean shudders and Sam breathes hot there, imagining. A vibrator, pressed hard against the metal loop on his taint--dragging the plug free, and making Dean ride him with his cock still locked up small and tight. Seeing how much he can make Dean leak. How much noise he’ll make, when Sam’s dug up inside him to the root and he’s got his teeth on the rings in his nipples, working them soft and relentless against his tongue.

“We’re gonna have to be quiet,” he says. His dick throbs at the look on Dean’s face. “Bunker’s full. You’re going to have to be quiet. Can you?”

Dean grips Sam’s shoulder, bruising. “Try me,” he says, breathy, and Sam surges up his body to kiss him. It’s going to be a long night.

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Touch in the Dark Ch 4.1 (Steve)

Steve woke early the next morning. He took a moment to soak in the warmth of Tony cuddled up next to him, face buried in Steve’s chest and curls a tangled nest on his head. He brushed a soft kiss on his head before delicately extricating himself to get ready.

He loved this time of the day when the city slowly woke, sleepy but insistent. When there was the illusion of quiet and calm and he could relish in the knowledge that his family was safe and happy. Suited up, he padded over to wake Peter for school, shepherding the boy to the bathroom as he stumbled along with closed eyes and drool on his cheek. That done, he continued his rounds to the kitchen to buss his mother with a loud smack on her cheek, her laughter following him out the door. He didn’t take breakfast this early, his stomach needing a few hours to wake up, but he did head over to the kitchen at the office for his daily dose of caffeine.

Grabbing a mug, he poured himself a full cup before leaning against the island in the centre of the kitchen to savour his first sips. Unbidden, a moan escapes his lips. God bless Maria Stark for her fancy as shit coffee maker. He can’t believe he lived through the era of dirty dishwasher coffee, this was like ambrosia in comparison.

“Eww man, those are not the sounds I want to be hearing from my boss so early in the morning. Keep your sex noises to yourself and my best friend.” Steve turns to see James Rhodes coming through the door, breakfast ingredients in his hands.

“You lost your right to censor any of my coffee orgasm sounds”—he ignores Rhodes’ gagging—“when I caught you defiling my countertops last week.”

Sam’s laughter announces him as he follows behind his Jamie, hands also full and a wicked grin stretching his lips. “You know what they say, the kitchen is the chef’s kingdom. I was just sampling the delicacies.” He laughs harder at Rhodes’ indignant squawk, unrepentantly grabbing him for a cuddle and getting a smack on the back of his head for his insolence.

Steve rolls his eyes at their antics but his insides are happy at their easy affection for each other. When Rhodes had turned up four months ago, fresh from the army on medical discharge, his eyes had been haunted whenever Tony wasn’t around to distract him from the nightmares in his head. Steve wouldn’t have anticipated this result when Tony had asked him to let Rhodes work as assistant chef, but he had to admit that using cooking as an outlet for his memories was doing the young veteran a world of good. They had talked about it one night over drinks, and Rhodes had shared with shadowed eyes that he felt relief when he could create something new and delicious for someone’s enjoyment. That though he would never regret the actions he had taken to save the lives of civilians and his unit, he had had doubts that his hands would be able to dole out anything other than death.

The passion he had shared with Sam had been an immediate thing, both men sharing a background in the service and trading witty barbs right off the bat. The lack of delicacy Sam had shown had eased Rhodes back into civilian life, softening the defensive tension held in his eyes and body. But no one had anticipated that steady Rhodes would dive right into an explosive sexual relationship with the in-house ruler of the kitchen, let alone that love-’em-and-leave-’em Sam Wilson would want to lay down commitment after a mere month. But three months after deciding to make their relationship as real as it could be in their homophobic world, Sam and Rhodes were in surprisingly domestic bliss.

Soaking in the warmth of their companionship a little longer, Steve eventually made it to his office for some quiet hours of paperwork. Fresh from witnessing the love Rhodes and Sam shared, his mind inevitably turned to the kiss Tony and James shared last night. It had been an unexpectedly erotic sight, watching how sweetly Tony had opened up for James and the gentle way James had held Tony in his arms. Steve knew that James had initially planned to kiss Tony as a way of jerking Steve’s chain. Both to trigger his possessive nature and as an unspoken message that they could move forward from the awkwardness born of their confessions nearly a year ago. James was signalling that he was accepting the fact of Steve moving on to loving Tony, which was all well and good and probably meant they could finally regain their friendship. But it was a message that Steve could admit in the privacy of his mind that he felt torn about.

Steve knew he was the one to tell James that his feelings for him had ended all those years ago, when James had ended their relationship and unknowingly broken Steve’s heart. But.

Though he was probably being unfaithful to Tony for thinking this, it was true that you never fully forgot your first love. The way that the feelings overwhelmed you. And Steve had carried those feelings for a long time, that bud in his chest not fully dying. Because even after they broke things off, in-between lovers (both his and James) they had fallen back into bed again and again over the years. The ease of their relationship and the knowledge of each other’s bodies making for highly pleasurable interludes.

He could feel himself getting hard as those moments played back in his head, the heat of James’ mouth when he swallowed Steve down, the weight of James on his tongue when he returned the favour. Thoroughly distracted now, Steve pushed his chair back from the desk, giving himself space to sprawl as he slouched down a bit more comfortably. His hand reached down to press against his cock as he lets himself sink into the memories burned into his mind. Memories of James’ kisses, the spot on the middle of his back where he was unbearably sensitive, Steve delighting in dragging his lips and teeth and tongue across it as he entered the tightness of James’ body. Teasing and driving James wild as he became increasingly desperate and demanding.

Unbuttoning his slacks, he licked his palm before he took himself in hand, mourning the loss of a smoother slide but not wanting to stain his pants with oil so early in the morning. He didn’t waste too much time, knowing that Dugan would be coming in soon, letting his memories of James meld with his memories of Tony and thinking of the way they were twined together so briefly last night. He got an illicit thrill at thinking of his past and present lovers together, a thousand images in his mind of the way they would look together as Tony lost his mind in James’ hands. When Steve was with James, it was always a fight for dominance, each enjoying topping even from the bottom. It was playful and sometimes aggressive, but always so good. They liked to be ridden hard when it was with each other, but with Tony, Steve had gotten to explore a new side of himself. Tony lost himself in a way that Steve had never seen before with a lover, became dazed and sweetly obedient as he rode the high of his pleasure higher and higher. The trust of their relationship let him float in a place where he didn’t feel like he had to be on alert to protect himself or his brother, something Steve knew was a rare state for Tony after years of abuse from Howard.

His breath hitched at thinking of Tony going all soft and hazy in James’ hands, and the gentle way James would handle Tony as he sucked pleasurable bruises all over Tony’s skin, marking him possessively. Or the way James would lounge back against the pillows like a king to be serviced, coaxing Tony on his knees over him for a long, slow ride.

He stroked himself harder, close to the edge but not quite there. Tony would look so pretty riding James, lightly muscled back curved as he rode with his head thrown back, hips undulating as he took his pleasure at James’ urging. His mind went further, supplying images of James rearranging Tony on his hands and knees on the bed, still thrusting as he tugged Tony’s head up with a light pull on his hair. Tony looking up with heavy-lidded whiskey eyes, drunk on pleasure as he reaches up to pull Steve to him and take him in his mouth. Steve falls over the edge, imagining spilling into Tony’s mouth as James spills into Tony’s ass, pulling the taller brunette for a biting kiss over their shared lover.

The door clicks as the handle is turned and Steve jerks up, grateful for the heavy barrier of the desk. He both relaxes and tenses as Tony slips inside the room on quick feet, smiling automatically back even as his gut churns with guilt over fantasizing over James, reality coldly quashing any possibility of sharing Tony between them. Tony only recently came to the realization of his sexuality and though willing to try new things with Steve, Steve had serious doubts that that adventurous nature would extend to sharing a lover.

Tony came forward to claim a kiss, curious eyes at Steve’s stiff posture widening as he took in Steve’s dishevelled appearance. Before Steve had time to do more than open his mouth to explain, Tony was slipping into the space between Steve and the desk. Steve watches as Tony kneels between his open thighs, mischievous eyes on Steve’s as he reaches to take Steve’s cum covered hand in his own and bring it to his mouth. Steve groaned as Tony applied wet suction to his fingers and nibbled on the vee between his thumb and his pointer. His clever tongue sought out every trace of cum and Steve greedily pressed his thumb against that tongue, stroking it as he held Tony’s mouth open to see the way that his cum pooled near Tony’s throat before he swallowed it down. Leaning down, Steve licked into Tony’s mouth, sharing his own taste with dirty satisfaction.

He bit Tony’s plump lower lip as he pulled away, watching as Tony ducked back down to give his cock the same treatment he had given Steve’s hand. Mind flashing back to his fantasy, he felt his cock give a valiant twitch as he basked in the reality of the moment that pushed him over. Leaning back, he gave himself over to Tony’s eager mouth and hands as they cleaned him up, only pushing away when it got to be too much. Letting Tony put him away and close his slacks, he pulled the smaller man onto his lap, feeling happy and sated.

He ran his hand up Tony’s back as he lost himself in Tony’s lush mouth, enjoying the way that Tony shivered at the light, teasing touch before pressing closer. He cupped Tony’s own erection, thumbing at the head of his cock as his lips wandered lower to kiss along a smooth jaw and the column of his throat. Nipping a bite low enough to be covered by Tony’s collar, Steve pulled away a little to look at Tony’s face.

“Do you want to continue?” he asked with a pointed squeeze.

Aiming a quick glance at the clock on Steve’s desk, Tony sighed dejectedly before shaking his head. “We only have a couple minutes before Dugan comes in.” He dropped a kiss on Steve’s lips before pulling back with a grin. “You’ll just owe me later.”

Steve chuckled as he pulled Tony in for more cuddles, stroking his hands along the body in his lap in an effort to soothe Tony’s unfulfilled desires. It calmed him, holding Tony like this. They didn’t need to speak, soaking in the comfort of each other’s touch in a way that wasn’t sexual, just loving. When Dugan came in as expected, he shook his head and sighed at the portrait of them but didn’t say anything. Tony greeted him with a smile as he made his way to the lounge area of the office that he claimed as his workspace, situating himself and getting to work. Steve watched him lose himself in numbers and equations with fondness before buckling down with his own work, the calm from their moment staying with him and advancing his productivity as he reviewed documents.

They continued this way for several hours before Dugan announced that the people he had scheduled for the troop trainer position had all arrived. Dropping a kiss to Tony’s lips, he reminded him to take a break to eat before heading down to the basement where he met with Sam and Happy. Happy was James’ trainer and Steve had convinced James to lend him when Steve had walked him out after dinner.

Steve was looking for skill in his new trainer, but after Falsworth, he knew he needed someone who would be loyal even if he didn’t agree with Steve’s gay lifestyle. Therefore, he planned on letting each man go against each other, examining their skills alongside Sam, Dugan and Happy, before pairing them up with a partner and having them fight against Sam and Happy. Happy was highly trained, but he was a heavier, more traditional fighter. Sam, in contrast, was lighter and liked to get creative with his fights and similar to James in his willingness to fight dirty if he needed to. Together, they were a formidable combo and would pose an appropriate challenge to these tryouts.

Watching his friend, Steve mourned the fact that Sam was too happy in the kitchens to give up his love full time to train the men, otherwise, they wouldn’t have to go through with all this. Steve had tried to convince him with everything he thought of to sweeten the deal but had gotten the same negative in response. So here they were.

Dugan did good work. It was obvious that each fighter was at the top of their game, so it quickly became a game amongst the judges to pick apart the styles, strengths and weaknesses of each candidate. There was a wide variety that came from long study and training, Steve picking out jujitsu techniques in some, savate in others, even Kalarippayattu (and old Indian fighting style) in one. Steve could see potential in Fredrickson, Hunt and Nolan. They were skilled in various techniques and already members, which would be a benefit since it meant Steve wouldn’t have to carefully screen them the same way he would a new addition.

In the end, however, the standout ended up being Thor Odinson. Though he wasn’t the most technically skilled fighter of the bunch, he was well-trained and battle-honed. His style was upfront and instinctual rather than the studied complexity used by some of the other participants, and he moved naturally and fluidly. But the reason he stood out was because he was the only one out of the pair fights that abandoned his own win to jump in and defend his partner from a pin. Steve trusted his gut when it decided that this was the man he could rely on to have his back and to train his members to have his back too.

He wouldn’t announce anything today, Dugan had more people lined up for him to test over the next few days but Steve knew his mind would be comparing the others he met to Odinson. Deciding to test his feeling, he, Happy, Sam and Dugan made the rounds after the fights, talking to each of the trainers for a bit. They were good guys for the most part, though Rumlow rose some red flags.

Odinson turned out to be a very different kind of surprise.

Steve didn’t bother with subtlety. “Why did you throw away your win? You could have incapacitated Happy while Sam was busy with Rumlow and then taken the reprieve from a double attack to incapacitate Sam and win. Rumlow hadn’t shown the same care for you.” No, Rumlow taken Odinson’s sacrifice and ran with it to the finish line. He had used the momentum of Sam focusing on taking down Odinson, finishing off Sam with a hit from behind and then rushing Happy who hadn’t fully recovered from being winded by Odinson.

Odinson gave Steve a shrewd glance, “I don’t believe winning was actually the goal of the exercise.”

“No?”

The Nordic man crossed his arms across his thick chest. “Winning alone means nothing if everyone around you gets killed. We’re here to help you integrate new members into a team and make sure they work together efficiently, make sure your men not only protect themselves but each other. That won’t work if they’re all just looking out for themselves. Or worse, trying so hard to be impressive that they have to get saved.” He said the last bit with an eye-roll in Rumlow’s direction. No love lost there then.

Steve suppressed his grin, nodding and moving on to the next fighter. He had his man.

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Piegati (Jade & Alexander)

I couldn’t resist and the beauty of these one shots is that they could be anywhere in their timeline. There’s like one more I want to do before the proposal which kicks off the wedding series, but for now, have some buzz smut for our mafia babes, thanks to Elana for helping me as always x

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Her eyes were skimming across the page, scanning the numbers and even though Helders and Cook were walking on either side of her, she knew that even blindfolded and pitch black darkness, she would have found her way to Alexander's office. She hadn't quite finished the job he'd assigned her, so she'd taken the paper work O'Malley had deemed most important with her, was ready to show Alexander now rather than later now that he'd called her to his office anyway and she had not seen him for several hours, not since he'd rushed away to an early meeting in the morning and left her in bed, and she was aching to just see him, just for a moment, steal a kiss, feel his hands on her even if it would just be briefly.

Initially, she'd been worried that something was wrong but Helders had assured her Alexander had just finished one of his appointments early and wanted to see her before he went off to the next, the anticipation building within her as soon as she'd begun making her way to his office.

Alexander's voice called for them to enter after Cook knocked on the door once, then pushed it open and Jade took one, two steps inside, stopping dead in her tracks when her gaze focused on him sat behind the desk.

He was bent forward to look, reading from a document, his phone wedged between his ear and his shoulder, his voice deep, threatening. “Dun't yeh fookin' dare” he drawled. He sounded as dangerous as he did nonchalant, his lip stretching, his tongue pressed into his cheek as he waited for the person on the other end to respond, impatient. “Reyht. Well, if 'e dun't deliver, yeh'll make sure 'e regrets it. Weh dun't play games like tha'. Yeh. Yeh teach 'em a fookin' lesson then because 's time they fookin' knew they dun't mess wif meh. Yes. I take full responsibiliteh. Ciao.”

“A-Alexander...”

His eyes snapped up, landing on Jade and drinking in the heavenly view she offered, the red dress he'd purchased for her recently as surprising as it was welcome, hugging her curves so tightly that his fingers twitched with an aching desire to take control of her, to tear the fabric from her and destroy her right where she stood and for a moment he'd forgotten the nervousness he'd felt when he'd called for her, the way her eyes had widened reminding him and he reached to smooth back his hair, only to met with the feeling he hadn't quite grown used to. He swallowed hard. “Jade.”

She pressed her lips together, blinking, couldn't quite believe the sight she was confronted with. When he'd left in the morning, he'd worn the exact same sheeny blue suit, a white shirt underneath that was half-unbuttoned, his chain, his rings, but the flawless features of his face had certainly not been put on full display thanks to the a lack of hair framing his cheeks.

His head was shaven, his hair no more than a layer of short fuzz and his jaw looked sharper, his nose was accentuated, his cheekbones higher and there was something, a sparkle in his eyes that only intensified when he saw the way she looked back at him, the left corner of his lip twitching up into a half-smirk. “Darlin'?”

She approached him slowly, her heels clicking on the ground, the door closing behind her as she made her way all the way around his desk, came to stop in front of him wordlessly, placing the paper down on his desk without taking her eyes off him. The mere sight of him almost made her head spin, more so than usual and she knew that right now, even she wouldn't be able to bring herself to dominate the man in front of her, not when he looked so completely in control of himself and everyone and everything around him. She'd have thought it impossible before this moment, but he radiated an energy, an air of control and dominance and complete authority even more than he had before, like he was going to take and completely ruin her, and she ached for him to.

Alexander swallowed, scratched lightly at his jaw as he watched her, could sense from the look in her eyes that she was taking it in, that she was as intrigued as she was surprised, but he needed to hear her say something, pass judgement somehow, and he was anticipating her verdict impatiently, he still felt a hint of nervousness, a certain worry, but he wanted her to speak first, needed it desperately rather than asking for it.

It took her a few moments to gather herself, to find the words, to recover her speech. “Fuck” she whispered, licking her pillowy lips. “I think a warning would have been appropriate, Alexander.”

A low chuckle rumbled deep within his chest, his lips curling into a smirk. “A warnin'?”

She hummed, stepping forward and he parted his legs, allowing her to stop between his thighs, his hands finding her hips, following her every movement with eyes, wide, inquisitive and the intensity, the wild look in them made her knees weak, forced her to steady herself with her hands on his shoulders. Mere moments had passed, but the images she'd conjured up in her mind were already driving her wild, a dull ache between her legs that she was desperate for him to tend to. “Alexander, you have never looked more powerful.”

He licked his lips, giving her a wink. “Yeh?” He chuckled darkly. “D'yeh fink I could get weh wif anehfin', pupa?” He asked, squeezing her hips and pulling her closer.

She nodded slowly, breathing out shakily. “Oh, yeah...” she said, biting her lip.

“Mmmm, good...” he said, moving slowly to ride to his feet. “Got tha' important meetin' 'n I fink I'll get tha' deal for us.”

Her eyes widened and she moved her hands over his on her hips, pressing herself against him. “You can't go now, Alexander” she whispered, her voice sounding more desperate than she'd originally intended. He smelled gorgeous, the spice of his cologne blending with smoke and a hint of whisky. She could feel the cold metal of his rings through the thin fabric of her dress and the way he looked at her, so intensely and with nothing to cover his features, she was incredibly weak, had never been more attracted to him, had never wanted him more.

He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side, the tightness of her body against his, the way he could feel her breasts pressed up against his chest leaving him in no rush to go anywhere. “And why's tha', doll?”

“I just need you to stay...” she mumbled, adjusting his chain against his collarbone, her heart racing in her chest as she watched him, took in the way he breathed in, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling slowly. The way he held her body in his hands had her mind reeling and she couldn't stand the thought of him leaving her like this, desperate, weak, eager to submit to him in every way possible.

Alex pushed his lips forward cockily, looking back at her knowingly, giving a slight nod. “Yehr cunt's wet for meh, innit?”

She sucked in a breath, pressing her lips together, but she was worried that if she stretched his patience, he would leave her either way. She nodded slowly, looking back at him with wide eyes.

He chuckled, nodding back at her knowingly. “Because of the 'air?”

She nodded again, pressing herself closer to him.

“So wha' do weh do, eh?”

“I want you” she whispered, leaning up to peck his lips, gasping when his hand moved upwards slowly, sprawled out against her back, then cupping the back of her neck to keep her close, deepening the kiss instantly, forcing her lips apart with his, making her breathe shakily into the kiss, had her submitting to him desperately, made her weaker for him than she'd intended to make him for her and she whimpered when he drew back, looking at him with wide eyes. “Fuck” she whispered, biting her lip. “Alexander, you're so hot.”

He chuckled darkly, snapping his fingers, nodding. “Lay back on me desk.”

Her eyes grew wider and she shuffled back instantly, losing no time following his order. He was too authoritative, his voice, his demeanor, the way he looked at her. She couldn't bring herself to disobey him now, was too worried he would actually leave, did not put it past him to go to his meeting and leave her in his office to deal with her desperation, her hunger for him.

“Good girl” he drawled, rolling his sleeves up slowly as he sat back down. “Spread yehr legs for meh, will yeh?”

She pressed her lips together, bit back a moan that was threatening to fall from her lips because of merely the look he regarded her with. She could sense a hint of irritation that she hadn't put herself in position for him already, that he had to tell her.

“Tha's rehyt...” he said, drinking her in as she laid back, propped herself up on her elbows, spreading her legs to dangle off the edge and he pushed himself forward in his chair. “Weh dun't 'ave all da-... oh, fook, doll, did yeh plan this?”

She sucked in a breath as he cocked an eyebrow at her the moment he saw that underneath the tight dress, she wasn't wearing any underwear. “Mmmm, I didn't know you were going look like this but I do want you to have easy access to me...”

He pursed his lips, silent for a moment in disbelief of her blatant lack of shame, but he couldn't help but adore her for it as much as it annoyed him, she knew exactly how to please him, how to satisfy his pressing urge to own her. “Been paradin' 'round the 'eadquarters like this, eh? Gets yeh off tha'...”

She nodded shamelessly, spreading her legs further, allowed him to see how wet she already was for him, how desperately she needed him to tend to the ache he created merely by looking so sinfully gorgeous and in control. “A-Alexander, please” she whispered. “You said we don't have all day.”

He raised an eyebrow at her again, scratching lightly at his jaw. “Are yeh rushin' meh now? Bein' fookin' impatient?” He asked, his lip twitching. “I can walk out of 'ere reyht now if 's not fast enouf for yeh...”

“N-No” she breathed out shakily, shivering when he reached to smooth his hands slowly up her inner thighs, spreading her legs further.

“I've actualleh got t'make a phone call” he declared. “Might 'ave sum time for yeh but … yeh'll 'ave teh keep yehr mouf shut.” He looked at her expectantly, his eyes wider. “Can yeh do tha' for meh, principessa?”  

He radiated an undeniably powerful energy that made her want to get on her knees for him but the mischievous gaze in his chocolate brown eyes, firm as well as challenging, it promised that he was going to ruin her and he was going to ruin her good. “I can do that” she whispered, giving him a nod. “I-I promise.”

“The moment yeh make a fookin' sound...” he threatened, picking up his phone, dialling the number. “I stop. And if yeh cum before I allow yeh teh, I'm gunna leave yeh achin' for it tonight, won't give yeh the fook I promised yeh this mornin'...”

She parted her lips, but then bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself, knew that even though she would be right suggesting that he couldn't possibly resist, that he wanted her just as much, she knew it would do her no good now. She knew better than to stretch his patience. He was not to be tested right now.

“I'll be good for you.”

A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he nodded appreciatively, the moment the man on the other end picked up and Alex responded, he without a warning brought his hand up all the way, starting with his fingertips to tease her entrance, his thumb rolling slow circles into her clit, making her breath hitch in her throat but she bit her lip instantly, knew she couldn't lose this chance, let alone lose it already. She knew he was set out to make her fail, but she was eager to prove him wrong, eager to get what she deserved.

“Yeh, si, si, Alexander Turner. Tha's reyht. Grazie. Let's get straight teh business, shall weh?”

The depth of his voice, the nonchalance, it was too much too quickly, making her choke on a soft whine that threatened to escape her when he lazily pushed his fingers inside her, not a moment of teasing, no warning, no easing her into it and the delicious stretch took her breath away, had her squirming, struggling to remain silent while he reached absently for a paper to her left, his eyes scanning it as he started to slowly finger her.

“The delivereh were s'posed teh come tomorrow.”

She couldn't hear the other man's response, didn't know what prompted his gaze to darken and his jaw to tense, but it caused his fingers to curl harshly inside her, drawing out to then push in deeper, the muscles straining in his arm, the veins underneath his skin more prominent and her hands balled into fists, her chest rising and falling shakily. “F-F-...”

Alex raised an eyebrow at her and she pressed her lips together instantly, quick enough for him to lie back again, to draw his fingers out of her, then slamming them right back in, twisting and curling them inside her harshly, right into the spot that made her legs shake, her knees weaken with no disregard of the challenge he'd given her.

“I'm afraid I dun't do compromises” he drawled, wedging the phone between his shoulder and his ear to use his other hand to push her thighs apart further, the concentration on his face almost unsettling. He wasn't missing a single word within his conversation, but she maintained his full attention and even though he was preoccupied, nothing escaped him, the little cries she couldn't quite contain, the way her hips bucked desperately into his touch, the way she could hardly suppress her moans and he enjoyed watching her struggle, enjoyed how little it took for her to completely crumble at his mercy and welcome it.

The amusement, the satisfaction were written across his face as he watched her, chuckled darkly at the way she squirmed when he pushed his fingers deep inside her, her hips shaking, the silent gasps satisfying, but at the same time made him long for the way she never held back when he allowed her to be loud, to praise him, to appreciate him vocally, giggling, moaning and he almost wanted to prompt her to fail the challenge, desperate to just hear her, picking up a punishing pace, fingering her harder, deeper, watching her struggle, her eyes rolling back, threatening to fall shut but a simple snap of his fingers had her forcing them open.

“I fink I'll 'ave teh cancel our deal then. No, I need the product tomorrow. Oh, can yeh?”

Jade was struggling, biting her lip hard, knowing he wouldn't give her permission now and she was close to her breaking point, to begging him but she knew it would only prompt the opposite, that he would withdraw his fingers, that he would leave her crying for more and not give her what she needed. The way he spoke didn't help her case, well-aware that at this point, he was untouchable, everyone doing business with him had to be grateful and follow his orders unless they wanted him to drop deals, and he had done so left and right because not only could he afford it, but it also raised people's work ethic when doing business with him. He oozed an irresistible air of authority, confidence and complete control.

“Well, tha's all yeh 'ad teh say.” He chuckled complacently, had the nerve to wink at Jade, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips once again. “Tha's our deal confirmed then. I 'ave an urgent matter teh attend teh now. Ciao.”

Before Jade could fully comprehend the situation, was struggling to hold back, her walls clenching around his fingers, her entire body tense, Alexander rose from his chair, discarded the phone and pulled her to sit up with his fingers wrapped around her throat, his forehead pressed to hers, his eyes dark and he pushed his fingers deep inside her, bent and curled them right into the spot he knew she needed him, his thumb pushing into her clit harshly.

“Cum for meh, pupa” he growled. “Want t'ear yeh.”

She gasped, mewling desperately, her eyes wide as her body tensed and the waves of pleasure took control of her, her legs shaking as he coaxed her orgasm from her with ease, staring her down as her walls closed around his fingers, the burning strokes he offered too much and she was struggling to catch her breath.

A cocky smirk spread across his face as he watched her, pleased with himself and how quickly he'd managed to unwind her, chuckled as he saw her watch him closely.

Jade took in the way he stared down at her, barely affected beyond the prominent bulge in his tight suit trousers. “Alexander...” she whispered. “Please.”

He stretched his lip, raising an eyebrow. “Gunna take a bit more than tha' t'keep meh 'ere...”

Her eyes widened. “Y-You can't leave” she said, her words rushed, her plea soft, desperate. “I need you, Alexander, I need you to fuck me.”

He hummed. “Mmmm, reyht now?”

“Right now” she sighed, nodding eagerly. “Please. You look so fucking hot, I-I need it...”

He squeezed her throat lightly before moving to brush her hair back, his heart skipping a beat when she leaned desperately into his touch. “Yeh're sooch a good girl today, Jade...” he hummed. “So good for meh. I'll sit back 'n yeh're gunna come ride meh. 'ow's tha' sound t'yeh, eh? Yeh like the sound o' tha'?”

She mewled needily, nodding. “Y-Yes, anything.”

He smiled, pleased with her compliance and he let go, his eyes never leaving hers as he sank back down into his chair, resting his arms on the arm rests on each side, looking up at her expectantly.

For a moment she considered winding him up some more, was desperate to see him snap when he looked this irresistible, she wondered for a moment if she'd even be able to handle it, but the moment she took a second too long to think about it, he already reached to wrap his fingers around her throat again, dragging her closer and she whimpered, shifting eagerly into his lap, her hands coming down on his shoulder momentarily to steady herself, hold herself up with her knees on either sides of his thigh, then busying herself freeing his cock from the restraint of the tight suit trousers, her mouth practically watering when she wrapped her fingers around him, felt him pulsing against her palm, started stroking him slowly, her eyes wide, earning herself another squeeze around her neck, Alex's thumb digging into her soft skin below her chin to angle her head upwards.

“Fookin' look at meh.”

She breathed shakily, lifting her gaze, her lips parted in awe at him, how in control he looked, the vein in his arm prominent, tense. “Alexander...”

“Dun't remember tellin' yeh weh've got a lot o' time, doll” he drawled, his top lip stretching as he spoke, his tongue pressed into his cheek. “Eifer yeh make us bof cum before I 'ave teh go-...”

He was cut off when she lowered her hips and without a warning moved to let him slip inside her, all the way, yet left him unsatisfied with the angle even though she took him deep inside her, he felt she had too much control, his fingers closing around her ankles to pull her legs down, to pull her from the kneeling position roughly until she was properly sat in his lap, her legs dangling from the chair beneath the armrest, leaving her with no leverage and he hummed with satisfaction at the way she cried out at the sudden sensation, squirming, her eyes threatening to roll back.

“Thaaa's rehyt...” he drawled, smoothing back her hair, felt her hips shaking against his and he revelled in the feeling of her walls clenching around him, struggling to accommodate to the sudden impact, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Her eyes were stinging, her breathing shallow and she despised him as much as she adored him, lived for his untouchable sense of control, but she knew he was purposely making her task difficult again to watch her struggle, to make sure she would go out of her way to make an effort, to please him.

“Oh, doll, I fink I told yeh t'ride meh...” he said, disappointment laced in his tone and he groaned when she rolled her hips into his, hardly left her with any leverage to lift them and create any sort of friction between them because he'd made it nearly impossible for her to move in the position he'd reduced her to. “Darlin'...”

Once again, her desire to fuel the fire grew and she rolled her hips into his again, grinding against him, but not making the effort she'd previously made, looking back at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Dun't fink yeh deserve it...”

She gasped. “N-No, Alexander, please...” she whimpered, a choked moan shaking her voice. “Y-You said I was a good girl, y-you-...”

“Yeah, but doll, yeh're not makin' an effort...” he said, raising an eyebrow, watching her desperate attempts to move, to work her hips into his with her hands steady on his shoulders, his thighs firm, tense underneath her.

“T-That's not fair...” she whispered, all her resistance going up in smoke as fast as it'd appeared.

“Awww...” he pouted, stroking his fingers through her hair. He knew that with his cock buried deep inside her, with her whining, doing everything she possibly could to rise to his impossible challenge, he was going to have a hard time leaving her, going to the meeting unsatisfied. “'ow 'bout yeh joost take me cock inteh yehr pretteh mouf then, eh?”

Her eyes widened and she swallowed, but instead of the resistance, the pleas he'd expected for him to fuck her, please her, she started nodding eagerly, licking her lips. “Anything.”

Her obedience, her limitless submission, dedication to his own satisfaction, it was too much and while he would've liked to tell himself he was merely taking pity on her, he lifted her from his lap more carefully than before because he adored her, had to give her what she deserved and he steadied her with his hand on her hip when he realised she wasn't entirely steady on her heels, rising from his seat and bending her forward on his desk slowly, his hand gripping the underside of her thigh to lift one of her legs up onto the desk as well, smoothing his flat hand down her back, placing her head against the wood, her cheek pressed against a stack of paper before he stood straight, giving his cock a few tugs, then positioning the tip against her eager heat, felt her walls flutter before he was even inside her.

“Wha' do weh say, pupa?”

She breathed out shakily. “P-Please” she whined. “Please, Alexander. Take what's yours.”

He groaned and without losing another second, he pushed his hips forward, his hands steady on her hips, hissing when he sank deep inside her, felt her clenching around him, drawing him in, hot, wet and eager. “Yessss, doll...” He groaned, giving another push to make sure he was buried inside her all the way and was met with no resistance.

She revelled in the blissful friction, the way his cock stroked her walls so good, the way he rocked her forward on his desk, had her whimpering with grattitude. “Thank you” she cried. “I-I love you, Alexander, thank y-you...”

He chuckled, couldn't deny the way her words instilled a deep sense of satisfaction inside him. “Tha's me good girl.”

Before she could get used to him, get used to the size, he'd started to pick up a merciless pace, his thrusts fast, deep, punishing, but most of all, rewarding.

Each time he filled her, he knocked the air right from her lungs, had her gasping, struggling to breathe, her knuckles turning white as she gripped on to the edge of the desk, was helpless, writhing beneath him, taking everything he was willing to give gratefully, sobbing against his desk with each hard push of his hips, nearly letting go at the sight of him as she looked back over her shoulder, his face scrunched up with complete pleasure and concentration, sweat forming at his forehead and his collarbones, the look of pure dominance that his sharp features accentuated weakening her beyond reason and she winced when his eyes met hers, his palm colliding instantly with her ass, his rings stinging and cold against the heat.

“F-Fuck, please...”

“Dun't yeh worreh, doll” he drawled, another push of his hips forcing her eyes shut. “Gunna make sure yehr cunt's well-stretched before yeh walk out of 'ere...”

“A-Alexander...”

“I kno', doll, I kno' yeh're close...” he assured her, winding her hair slowly, delicately around his fist before pulling her up slowly, her posture slipping and he reached around her to hold her instantly, pulled her back up against his chest as he continued rocking their hips together, his hand clamped over her breast. “Yeh're so gorgeous, darlin', I want yeh teh say me name when yeh cum on me cock, alreyht?”

She whimpered, nodding weakly, her chest rising and falling quickly, tears filling her eyes as she tried her hardest to hold on, could hardly stand on her own two feet, her fingers clamped over his, the other gripping on desperately to his bicep.

“Can yeh do tha' for meh? Talk t'meh, il mio amore...”

“Y-Yes, yes, Alexander, I'll do anything f-for you...” She sobbed.

“So patient...” he hummed, pulling her hair back until he had her head resting against his shoulder, stroking his fingers over her throat before letting his hand wander slowly down her body, sprawled out flat against her skin until it found its way between her legs, his fingertips hovering dangerously close to her clit and he drew back his hips slightly before with a hard thrust burying himself deep inside her, twisting her clit between two fingers and sending her into oblivion, her body shaking against him, squirming in his arms, a strangled moan falling from her lips.

She could barely breathe, barely hold on, would have no doubt fallen had he not held her so close. Her voice was shaky, raspy. “Alexander...”

He grunted, burying his face against the crook of her neck, sucking, biting, but there was no silencing him as his cock twitched inside her and he released, groaned against her skin, holding her tightly as he rode out both their orgasms slowly, then held her when his movements ceased, the only thing audible their heavy breaths.

“B-Baby...” she whispered, her fingers shaking.

“I've got yeh, darlin'.” He moved back slowly to pull out of her, hissing, holding on to her when she whimpered, didn't seem entirely stable on her feet and he helped her until she steadied herself with her hands pressed to the table top, then moving to fix her dress, pulling it down until it was all back in place. He tucked himself back in, doing up his belt. “Fook, I've got t'go, babeh.”

She lifted her head, looked back at him lovingly, sighing when he pressed a fleeting kiss to her lips, then made his way to the door, but she could hear him over the sounds of her own shaky breath as he exchanged a few words with Helders.

“Did sumbodeh ask for meh?”

“Told 'em yeh 'ad business teh attend to.”

“Reyht, fank yeh” he drawled, fumbling in his pocket before lighting himself a cigarette.

“Boss, wha' 'bout Jade?”

Alex chuckled. “Sheh'll need a moment” he said, but to his surprise heard her heels clicking on the ground, approaching and then she stood next to him, her hair smoothed back, her lipstick reapplied, her skin glowy and only slightly flushed at the neck, her chest still shaking, drawing attention to her breasts in a way he knew he couldn't resist for long and he reached out quickly to loop his arm around her.

“Sorry for keeping you” she said shakily to Helders, swallowing and biting back a squeal when she felt Alexander's hand wandering slowly down her back, squeezing her ass right where he'd hit it moments before, swearing to himself that when they got home in the evening he'd spank her better than he ever had, anticipated already how her eyes would sparkle if he told her.

“I-I hate you, Alexander” she whispered as they followed Helders to the lift where Cook was also waiting for them.

Alex chuckled, pressing his lips to her ear as the doors closed and they went up together. “Yeh remember tha' the next time yeh're pafeticalleh cryin' me name.”

“I-I wasn't pathetic, Turner.”

“Yeh was tryin' teh fook yehrself on meh, cryin' for meh teh take yeh” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “And I dun't want yeh teh call me tha'.”

She swallowed, could hardly respond before his breath tickled her skin again.

“Yeh kno' no one does it better, Jade.” He pressed a kiss to her jaw. “I'll show yeh later.”

“You think you can wait that long?” She asked.

He chuckled, but he was right, the following few meetings would be agony without her. “I'll spank yeh real good when weh're at 'ome, doll, I promise...” He drawled quietly. “If yeh suck meh off nice 'n sloppeh in the car, eh?”

She swallowed, her body curving into him, forgetting everything around her. “T-Turner...”

“Jade, I'll make yeh gag for tha' one.”  

“Alexander...” she whispered, moving her hand to scratch lightly at the back of his neck, smiling at the way he leaned into her as she felt the soft fuzz that had her absolutely desperate for him. “I think you're just as weak for me as I am for you.”

A small smile tugged on the corners of his lips and he pressed another kiss against her jaw, his voice merely a hint, low, deepened, raspy when he responded. “I am, me love” he breathed. “But dun't yeh tell anehbodeh.”

[bi-writes]

notorious—mob!tom series teaser

collaboration, written by @itstomsdarling and @bi-writes @itstomsdarling masterlist @bi-writes masterlist

warnings: mature themes and language summary: the money, the power, the world—tell me its mine

She was used to blood. When it spilled, she remembered how easily it decorated every surface, fell between every crevice in the floorboards and every crack in the wall. She remembered how dark the color seemed when smeared across fingertips, and how crimson it glowed on the fabric of clothes. She didn’t like it, not particularly, but she was used to it.

She remembered it vividly, because when the warehouse door was shoved open in front of her, she noticed the familiar smell of rusting iron first. It was the faint whiff of bleach and blood, a façade over reality. They made an effort to keep tidy, she would give them that, but as soon as she stepped inside, she could point out every surface that once had a body pinned against it.

She hadn’t even walked a few feet before the whispers started. The men around her had already shifted tensely in their seats, making her narrow her eyes a bit. Before she could say a word, she noticed a familiar figure coming down the stairs in front of her. She turned on her heels, meeting him halfway before placing a hand on his chest, stopping him.

“Harrison,” she said aloud. He looked down at her, giving her a small smile. The smile faded quickly as he cleared his throat, glancing around the room before adjusting the crispness of his suit jacket. He had to keep up appearances, of course, but when she came into the room it was hard to remember sometimes.

“Hello, (y/n),” he greeted her politely. She let her hand stroke the softness of his dress shirt as she held up her phone. “You’re looking lovely.”

“You called,” she wiggled the device in her hands, looking up at him with a quizzical expression. Harrison exhaled a bit, running a firm hand through his sandy curls as he leaned against the railing of the stairs. He ground his teeth a bit.

“I did,” he confirmed, rubbing the soft skin of his chin. “Tom has a job for you tonight. If you’re up for it, of course.”

“What kind of job?”

“It’s a simple detail exchange, and if you ask me, it’s beneath your pay grade, but Tom asks, I just execute,” Harrison explained. She pushed her hair behind her shoulders, smiling playfully up at him. They were having a cheeky stare off almost. His eyes were much too striking, how could she not?

“Beneath my pay grade?”

“Yeah, doll. You’re going to be carrying the goods tonight. Someone of your…talents should be employed elsewhere, but you know that’s not my decision.”

(y/n) opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by an eruption of annoying, high-pitched giggles. She peered around Harrison’s sleek suit jacket, just in time to see a bouncy blonde stumbling down the stairs. The girl had her dress lopsided and seemed unfit to be wearing those teetering heels on such an unstable surface.  

(y/n) looked towards the top of the stairs just in time to see a familiar tuft of sleek, brunette curls disappear around the corner. The revolting picture began to form in her head. A flushed, sour kind of ache came over her quickly. She was not even sorry when she jutted her foot out along the stairs, failing to even bat an eyelash as the girl caught her toes against it. All (y/n) heard was the girl’s knees hit the metal steps as she tripped down the last few stairs. The yelp that rang through the warehouse was just as irritating to (y/n) as her giggles had been.

Harrison raised an eyebrow as the girl slid to the bottom of the steps, crying out about her ankle. (y/n) pulled her foot back into her body, simply tapping the ball of her heel underneath her. She pretended to look down at her dark jeans, adjusting the holster against her thigh.

“You should really watch where you’re going,” she commented, her tone amused and satisfied. She crossed her arms over her chest as Harrison waved his hand. He glanced at (y/n) for a moment, and he had to bite his lip hard to keep from laughing. At the signal, the sobbing girl was carried off her feet and taken outside, where a car was already waiting for her. The warehouse door shut with a defining screech.

(y/n) was watching with a delightful smile when Harrison’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He lifted it quickly, reading the message before his eyes raised. He cleared his throat, making (y/n) turn her head to face him.

“Tom wants to see you in his office,” he informed you, gesturing to the top of the stairs. She frowned, uncrossing her arms as she looked up at him.

“What? Why?” That was stupid to ask.

“You know I don’t question what he asks of me, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting for you when you’re finished so we can go over the exchange tonight.”

She nodded her head simply. Harrison held his arm out for her, which she took gratefully. Her hand hooked underneath his forearm, holding onto his bicep as he guided her up the steps. When she reached the top of the stairs, he put a hand on her back as he led her down a dimly lit hallway towards a door with looming possibilities. (y/n) swallowed a bit nervously before Harrison knocked on the door. She noticed the bruising around his knuckles. She wondered if she had ever seen him without any.

A faint, “come in,” was all Harrison needed to open the door. (y/n) followed his outstretched arm, letting go of him as the door shut behind her. When she turned towards the front of the room, Tom was leaning against his desk, a few papers in his hands as he read over them carefully. He had one leg propped up against the desk, the other steadying him on the floor. He had a concentrated expression on his face, but he was nothing less than handsome.

Tom Holland was a polished man. Not once had anyone seen him look anything but exquisitely trim and adoringly suave all at once. His curls were not gelled back, so a few waves of hair were draped over his forehead. His navy suit was pressed but open, revealing his dress shirt underneath unbuttoned just enough so the thin, nearly invisible gold chain around his neck peeked through. He looked perfect enough for an evening, but this was simply his casual dress. Not to mention the openness of his jacket left the glint of his handgun to gloss over (y/n)’s eyes momentarily.

(y/n) should’ve been nervous. She should’ve been terrified even. The man in front of her was shrouded in secrecy and in the unknown. There was nothing about him that wasn’t mysterious, that wasn’t dangerous, that wasn’t suspicious. From the gun on his hip to the stitch of his clothing, Tom Holland wasn’t a man that asked twice. He had never asked twice.

She should’ve been afraid; but there was something she wanted more that made her fear irrelevant.

Tom Holland was a man of power, and she knew she would do anything to have it. The men she worked for delved in child’s play, gave her toys to do her job. But Tom was dangerous, and so was his business. He kept the money flowing, and she was licking her lips just at the thought of how much influence he really had. Tom lived on the edge much more than he sat, and every precarious situation he had thrown at (y/n) had only made her eager to come back for more. All she wanted was more.

(y/n) stood confidently in her designer heels, stepping forward just a bit so he could hear her come into the room further. He glanced up for a moment before reading over the papers in his hands again. He knew she had come in, but she was an employee; he refused to solidly acknowledge her.

“Any reason why a friend of mine was at the bottom of a staircase?” His voice was a bit playful, but he didn’t smile.

(y/n) leaned her weight on one leg, a faint smile beginning to tug on her cheeks. She had made a situation, and Tom didn’t like situations.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Holland. I thought you called me into your office about the exchange tonight.”

At the dismissal, Tom straightened up in front of her. He set the papers down behind him, crossing his arms in front of his chest. When he tilted his head to the side, his curls fell with him, darkening the deep gaze he already held on her. An unsatisfied smile grew on him. The sudden change in his demeanor had her swallowing hard.

“I don’t think that’s true, Ms. (y/l/n). I see you’ve had quite the interesting interaction. She twisted her ankle, perhaps.”

“Who?” (y/n) wondered, crossing one leg in front of the other. She tilted her head to the side as well, a sparkle in her eyes that made Tom want to scoff in disbelief. He bit his tongue hard; she was allowed to make her case, even if it was wrong. “I apologize, sir, but I really don’t recall. Sounds terrible, but I’m not really sure what I have to do with that.”

Tom scoffed, chuckling bitterly as he looked at her in awe. The sparkle in her eyes never faded, and Tom appreciated her foxy nature. It made her interesting, sultry even. To look so innocent, but demand much more than innocent called for. She was pulling at all the right strings, and by the dark shade his eyes were glossy with, she figured she was pulling them tight. She liked to keep men on their toes, especially ones like Tom.

“Nevermind, Ms. (y/l/n). Just make sure you’re ready for tonight. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

She stood up straighter in her heels, putting her hands behind her back as she smiled cheekily. “I’m always on my best behavior for you, Mr. Holland. I hope I’m not crossing a line when I say this, but I’m almost offended you question my professionalism.”

Tom admired her for her boldness. He looked her up and down, like he had done many times before. He remembered how drawn to her he had been the first time he had met her, and every time he had seen her afterwards just had him biting his tongue in amusement. She was crossing a line, definitely, but Tom hadn’t said anything yet. Maybe he should’ve told her to watch her mouth, maybe he should’ve made her zip it closed, but he found himself more curious about what she’d say next. She was speaking to the most powerful man she knew as if he was only her boss; the gun on his side didn’t even make her flinch.

“I just don’t want anyone else on the team to have broken ankles for the evening,” he told her, his tone almost condemning. “You’ll be working closely with me tonight.”

(y/n) frowned a bit at the thought, shifting her weight from both feet. She wondered if tripping his damsel had put her in a corner like a child. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold her bratty tongue if that was the case.

She locked her jaw, fighting the urge to roll her eyes as she retorted, “I don’t need to be babysat.”

Tom leaned forward a bit, adjusting his position on the desk. “I never said you were being babysat, I just said we’re working together.”

(y/n) could feel her gaze darkening as she licked her lips. When her eyes met his again, he matched her level of dryness almost immediately. Neither of them would allow the other to challenge their snarkiness. But the more his gaze leveled with hers, the more she had to curl her toes in anticipation.

“Well, it sounds to me like I’m being babysat. I don’t normally work with you, I normally work for you. So excuse me if it seems to me as if you’re scolding me like a child,” she said smartly. She huffed before saying, “Sir.”

The tone did not sit well with Tom. He used his hands to push himself off the desk, making his way over to her in the center of the room. He crossed his arms over his chest in front of him, leaning forward so his breath fanned her face just faintly. It was an essence of scotch and soda, something masculine and earthy. It made her weak at the knees, but she would never meet his intensity with a weakness. She stood firmly on her heels as he glared at her. His eyes only got darker, and her heart was beating faster at the same rate.

“I am your boss, and I shall take whatever precautions I see fit in order to make sure this exchange goes smoothly,” Tom warned her, his voice husky and low. Her legs froze as she tried to keep her knees from buckling. “And if you must know, you’re the one carrying the product, so I’d like to keep an eye on it as well for protection.”

(y/n) refused to cower against his level of power. He might have been her boss, sure, but she wouldn’t dare to show him she was afraid. Or incredibly attracted. And she was a hell of a lot of both. Just hearing him threaten her like that made her want to laugh. He was cute trying to play an executive, a superior. She did not see him as either.

Lifting her chin just a bit, her eyes stayed on his. His stare was glazed over with ice and freckled with something more sinister, but she simply looked right back. Matching the depth with her own only made the both of them part their lips in thought. They would harden, then soften, then harden again. It was a vicious cycle of unspoken words and sexual tension, but she wouldn’t dare make a move. Although every cell in her body pulsed with longing, Tom Holland handed her the paychecks, and she wasn’t about to be labeled something demeaning.

(y/n) was there to work. She was there to work her ass off like every man had done before her, and she was there to do it better. She had an advantage over men that none of Tom’s other employed men could ever have; she possessed an art to talk her way out of anything while simultaneously taking what she wanted.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Holland,” she said sarcastically. Her tone was incredibly mocking and full of contempt. It made Tom’s fingers flex with annoyance, but he would never let her see she had an effect on his exterior. He bit the inside of his cheek.

“So glad we’re on the same page, Ms. (y/l/n).”

She scanned his face quickly, letting her expression grow blank. When she turned to leave, she knew she might’ve crossed a line. It was an unspoken rule to never leave his presence without being dismissed, but (y/n) was having much too fun making him seethe. She almost smiled when she heard him speak up behind her.

“This attitude isn’t attractive,” he growled under his breath. (y/n) turned on her heel again, stopping just before she could grab the doorknob. She gave him a sweet smile. His tone of voice made her heart tighten, her muscles tensing. She was nervous, sure, but not because of the gun below his waist. She met his eyes again.

Definitely not because of the gun below his waist.

“Again, Mr. Holland, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She had him speaking through his teeth as he muttered, “Mmmm, of course you have no idea.”

“Are we done here? I’ve got some things to do before tonight, and I’d really like to get back to it.”

“Yeah? You’ve got something more important to do?”

“I have lots of bosses, Mr. Holland,” (y/n) snapped in a low tone. “You just happen to be one of them.”

When she slammed the door behind her a bit too forceful, she wasn’t surprised to see the unnerved expression on Harrison’s face. He was fiddling with the buttons on his jacket anxiously, his jaw clenched as he looked at her in disbelief.

“Are you trying to make my life hell, darling?” Harrison muttered, offering his arm again as she broke into a pleased grin. She let him guide her back down the hallway, shrugging her shoulders. “I gotta say, you push your limits, you do. Tom would have anyone else’s head if they spoke to him like that.”

(y/n) smirked to herself as Harrison led her down the stairs. She glanced behind her for a bit, her eyes meeting those dark coffee ones she didn’t know she adored just yet. He was leaning against the same wall like before, but he hadn’t shied away from her gaze. Instead, he gave it right back, his tongue running along his bottom lip as he watched her walk.

Her eyes left his as she gazed around the building again. Bustling employees and duffels of money ran through the warehouse. The whole room was busy, their voices low, but their intentions dark. All (y/n) could see was money and resources and connections and networking and influence and power. It made her eyes glitter with a poisonous kind of desire.

(y/n) held onto Harrison a little tighter, smiling up at him as he led her to his office. He shut the door behind her but kept the shades open. She could still feel Tom’s stare on her back, and she wanted to keep it that way.

She slid her gun from its place on her thigh, placing it on Harrison’s desk as she sat on top of it. Harrison gave her an amused grin as he pulled out a small box, revealing a small memory card of information. She tried to pretend she was listening, but she wasn’t. She was looking back towards the stairs, where Tom was still leaning against the wall.

His eyes were still on hers, and she was finding it difficult to look away. He had an alluring quality to him, one that didn’t have her running. No, this kind of aura had her knees threatening to give out underneath her. This kind of aura had her running her tongue over her lips, gripping onto surfaces so no one could feel how clammy and shaky her palms became.

Tom leaned over the railing, folding his hands in front of him as a knowing grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. He winked at her, making her snap her head back to Harrison. She was intent on listening now, her heels firm against the ground as she focused on Harrison’s lovely blue eyes. She nodded her head, but his words were drowning out again.

Tom’s stare was painting figures on her back, she could feel it. He radiated this type of increasing control, terrifying affluence, an envious power. The ideas were getting into her head, clouding her vision, wetting her tongue. She suddenly felt animalistic inside. Every bone in her body told her to look around.

When she did, all she could see was Tom’s empire, one he had built from the dirt he used to sleep on. Her eyes went blurry with her newfound hunger for her surroundings.

She wanted it. She wanted all of it.

[holylulusworld]

Shattered - Part 3

Summary: Reader is an old friend of the Winchesters, they ask for help on a hunt. But what if they want more then a hunting partner? What if they have a side she didn’t know and she give’s herself to them?

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam

Warnings: Angst, Language, Sadness, kidnapping, smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this at home!), dom!sam, dom!Dean

 “You know, Kitten if you stay with us we can give you all you want, a home, a family, protection and … well love… all you want kitten.”

The words, Sam’s words. Did he mean it? Do they love me? They kidnapped me…but maybe that’s their weird way to show me their love… you wonder.

‘Are you insane? Hey, brain you’re back? How have you been? And why the heck did you leave me alone?’ You giggle at your silent conversation.

“Is Kitten happy?” Dean asks smirking.

“I…no… I just remembered a funny hunt, remember in Houston… the ghouls, we ended up covered in mud from head to toe.” you lie.

“Well, I thought Sam’s magic fingers made you so happy…” now he sounds angry.

“He…he…just…finished what you’ve started.” You whisper.

“Let me see your wrists.”

You nod showing him your still red and sore wrists.

“I’m sorry kitten, I didn’t tell you the rules and I was impatient again.”

“I… can we talk… Sam said some things… home, family. Did he, did he mean it?” you ask shyly. ‘Hello, what the heck are you doing? Shut up brain. I’ve got a plan… at least I hope so…’

“Well, Kitten wants to give in, already?”

“Yes, I mean no. I just…”

“Sam told me what Matt did, if he we’ rent already dead I would rip him into pieces.” Dean growls.

“I already did that, not the ripping, I trapped him. A demon killed him - but I lured him in. He thought he could still make his deal… trying to kill me again, but the demon had enough and I told him where to find Matt.” You say looking down at the floor.

“I see.”

“I still feel guilty. I’m a hunter, I should save people.”

“He was a monster, not a man.” Dean says cupping your face with his hands, kissing you softly.

‘Fuck, oh, God. Why do his lips feel so good on mine? Brain help me! Wh…What? Oh yeah, plan, the plan. Kiss him back.

You kiss him back, moving your fingers through his short hair, keeping him close. He snakes his tongue into your mouth and you moan. ‘Oh, God, I’m getting wet. Shit. Brain, any suggestions…? BRAIN!’

You can feel the smirk against your lips, he thinks you give in, maybe he trusts me too. If Sam and Dean trust you maybe you can find a way to escape?

“Ahem.”

“Hey, Sam, Kitten wants to talk about the rules and stuff you’ve said while…you made her come.” Dean snaps at him, smirking.

10 minutes later

“Take a seat.” Sam says.

You sit down at a chair in the library.

“What you’ve said, last night did you mean it? Home, family, protection… love?” you ask.

“Well Kitten that depends, right Dean?”

You can’t see Dean; he’s standing behind you moving his fingers through your long hair. ‘Shit. Y/N, focus, he’s trying to distract you… brain… help would be great now. Brain? Fuck, on my own again…’

“I… depend on what?”

“Well if you want to be our pet.” Dean says.

“Do you need to call me pet? I… do you think so low of me? I always adored the both of you, you were my heroes, I kept on going because of you…” you say sobbing.

“No, no. It’s an honour to become our pet. We chose the wrong girls before, but we always loved you, wanted you, but well we thought you’re out of our league.” Dean whispers in your ear.

“Will you always call me kitten? Do I need to quit hunting? Am I only a sex slave?” you ask.

“Well, yes and you won’t hunt anymore; we need to protect our girl. But you can do research for us, you we’re always great at research. We want you, well in that way too but you’re not a slave. We won’t do anything that hurt you. We need to keep you safe and sound and happy. We bring you everything you need, everything you want.

“Oh. So I don’t have a real name anymore.”

“We see what we can do; Dean and I will discuss this.”

“I could live without hunting.” You say and mean it, you never had a reason to stop after Matt…you wanted to stop for him…

“What about the sex?” Dean whispers in you ear, biting the ear shell lightly. ‘Oh, God, he does it again, distracts me. Fuck, focus.’

“I… I mean … I always wanted you…both of you…but can we take our time…please?”

“Fuck.” Both men say in unison.

“Shit, did I, say that out loud?” you stammer, face crimson.

“Yes, Baby.” Dean says, moving your hair away to get access to you neck. He starts kissing your sweet spot and you moan.

“DEAN!” Sam says loud. “She said she wants to take it slow.”

“What? I’m just kissing her neck; I’m not fucking her hard against the table!” Dean yells.

“Oh, God.” You stammer.

Both men are starring at you, eyes wide.

‘Shit, WTF, brain, help me out or I do something I’ll regret…help me…now…Fuck you brain…what to do…the plan, maybe if I, well…can this work?… if not I’m fucked either way.’

“I… since Matt… I didn’t… I mean.” You stammer. Truth is since Matt you didn’t let any guy get close to you.

“Fuck.” Dean says again, sucking at you sensitive spot. Moving his hands into your flannel and you let him. He starts palming your breasts with his hands. ‘Can I give in, shit, what do they call it? Stockholm syndrome? Shit, why do I want them to fuck me? Did they use a spell, drugs…maybe drugs? Or am I just twisted?’

“I, rules, boys, you wanted…oh, shit Daddy, I… need to know the rules.”  ‘Oh, no, you called Dean Daddy, WTF is wrong with you? Remember we had a plan…maybe this works?’

“Good girl, you will get a great reward, but first the rules. Sam would you?”

“W…What? Ah, yes the rules. Well we call you kitten, you belong to us. No one can touch you except us! No one fucks you except us! We don’t use condoms we want to feel all of you, but don’t worry we give you birth control and we only fuck you so we’re clean.

You quit hunting, but you can help me doing the research for our cases. You stay here; you don’t go out, except with one of us. We need to keep you safe. When anyone knows you belong to us they will go after you. We already lost a pet to a demon and she wasn’t as important as you - you’re our girl and we protect what’s ours.

In bedroom you call us Daddy and Sir, but outside Dean and Sam are okay. You’ll get a phone but you can only call Dean or me with it, all other numbers are blocked.

You do as we say. If I want you, I fuck you. If Dean wants you, he fucks you and if we both want you, well we both do so.

You don’t lie to us.

If you misbehave you end up in the dungeon again. But next time you get chained up. That’s all.” Sam says watching you intensely.

Your eyes are wide and you gulp…anytime they want to fuck you?

“Sounds like being a sex slave to me. What if I’m sick or hurt or can’t get wet. Will you force me to satisfy your needs?”

“When you’re sick or hurt or whatever we won’t force you.

You nod, cheeks flushed. ‘Great, what now? Brain I really need your help here… if they let me go out with one of them… maybe I could escape…but I need to gain their trust… brain? Anyone? Fine! Fuck it, I fuck them.’

“I… can we go slow… at the first time? I’m not used to, you know.” ‘Oh, no, did you just suggest letting them fuck you? Fine! Goodbye hunter instincts…’

“Good girl, we have a contract you need to subscribe before we start.” Sam handles you some papers. ‘Really I shall sign the fuck up so they can fuck me senseless?’

“Oh, really? We need a contract?” You giggle. ‘Did you giggle? Are you gone full girly now or what? That’s it I’m out, brain goes on vacation. Have fun!’

You sign the contract, you need to gain their trust and that’s the only way. You need to fuck them, but they would have fucked you either way.

“Good girl, now let’s get started, get up and turn around.” Dean orders. He starts unbuttoning your flannel and then he slides your shorts down your legs. ‘God he smells so good.’

“Dean nuzzles his nose into you neck, kneading your ass cheeks. “You smell good, kitten.” He purrs, kissing your neck.

Dean lifts you up setting you down on the table. “Lie down, Kitten.” You nod and lie down. ‘Are you really giving in? Oh, god he moves his hand between my legs.’

“Spread your legs for Dean.” Sam orders, sitting in a chair next to you.

You open your legs for Dean and he slowly pushes down your panties. “Good girl, such a pretty pussy, so smooth, so wet for us.” Dean praises. Then he starts licking and sucking and you moan.

“She seems to like it.” Sam says. Moving his hands over your nipples, pinching them with his fingers. “Oh, please, Sir, Daddy, more.”

Sam pushes his tongue into your mouth, licking and sucking at your own, then Dean is thrusting two fingers into your wet heat, curling them searching for your sweet spot. He sucks at you swollen bud while thrusting his finger into your cunt.

“Daddy, oh, God, so close.”

Dean smirks, sucking at your clit again still thrusting his finger into your wet heat, when he brushes over you sweet spot over and over again, you fall over the edge.

“Oh, shit.”

“Well, my turn.” Sam says. “Turn around. Hands on the table, bend over.” You nod and do as he says. ‘Do you really let him fuck you? Oh brain, you’re back? My plan will work…and if not…well…I get fucked real well.’

Sam slowly pushes his cock into you wet pussy. “Oh, God, so big, Sa, Sir.” He’s holding you rough on your hips and then he starts thrusting hard and fast into you. He’s rough, but shit you’ve never been fucked so well. “Fuck, Kitten, so tight, good girl.” Sam grunts thrusting even harder. You can feel the pressure building into you lower abdomen, you’re so close.

“Sa…Sir, so close, please.” You stammer.

He starts rubbing at your clit still thrusting hard into you over and over again. “Come for me pretty kitten, be a good girl.”

Some hard thrusts later you come screaming, Sam follows suit spilling his come into your cunt. He kisses softly the scar on you back. “No one will ever hurt you like that again.” He whispers in your ear. You turn your head and look at him, you smile; he kisses your lips, slowly pulling out of you.

Then you feel someone’s cleaning you up, Dean, he smiles at you. “Ready for a second round or do you need a break?” he asks. ‘Maybe this isn’t that bad? Wait what?’

“Yeah. Can we do this somewhere else? I think my legs are jelly.” You giggle.

“Sure, Sweetheart. How about my room?”

You nod. Dean picks you up and carries you to his room.

He places you on his bed, then he’s stripping his clothes of.

You lick your lips when you drank him in. ‘Fuck he’s hot! Focus…the plan. Screw the plan…’

Dean is moving between your already spread legs. “Good girl.” He praises, slowly pushing into you. “Dean, oh Daddy, so good, so hard.” You moan. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“It’s alright; you corrected yourself, no need for punishment.” He kisses you roughly.

Then he starts moving, slow and gentle, you never thought he would be like this, Sam was rough from the beginning.

You move your legs around his waist, allowing him to push in even deeper. He looks at you eyes widen, Dean seems to be surprised. “Please, Daddy, more.” You moan.

“Harder, Daddy!” He nods starting to thrust harder. Hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Baby, so wet, so warm, never felt so good inside a girl.” Dean changes the angle and you cry out. “Did I hurt you?” Dean asks concerned.

“No, right there, Daddy. That’s the spot, please.” He smiles and keeps on thrusting. Dean moves one hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit. “Oh, god.”

“Daddy!” you scream coming on his cock.

Your walls tighten around his cock and Dean comes hard spilling his come into you. “Fuck, Baby, always knew you would be the best pussy I ever had.”

“How romantic, Daddy.”

He slowly pulls out of you. “Going to clean you up, Baby.” He says smiling down at you. ‘Shit, I fucked two guys…great job. Instead of escaping I preferred to fuck them.’

But they trust you now… at least a bit. Maybe now you get a chance to escape… but do you really want to, you wonder…

Part IV

[insfiringyou]

You visit Suga’s apartment for the first time & he performs oral on you

Contains: Fluff. Tension. Smut. Oral sex.

[AN: Although this scenario can be read by itself, it is a part of our headcanon universe and is imagined with Yoongi’s girlfriend Jeong-sun. Find out more about the plot and chronology of our headcanon universe here] To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here:

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Your heart was speeding in your chest as you knocked at the front door. You had been feeling a little sick for the last half hour as you took the bus to Yoongi’s apartment, your stomach somersaulting with butterflies, thinking about the week before when you were last together. As the houses and store fronts rushed past the bus windows, you couldn’t help but recall how he had kissed you in the middle of the bar, as the band on stage played a loud, electric number that thrashed through your ear drums. He had turned to you in the middle of the song, waiting briefly for you to return his gaze, before crashing his lips forcefully against yours, pulling you closer by your hips. You had been completely lost in the moment; uncaring if the crowd around you were stopping to stare as you melted into the kiss, your mouth opening naturally against his; smelling his sweet vanilla-ry cologne as he turned his head slightly to the side and closed his mouth against yours, capturing your lower lip between his and allowing his tongue to touch it briefly as he moved one hand from your hip, up your back and into your hair, pulling you closer. You had no idea how long he was kissing you for; it felt like an eternity but in reality was probably only seconds. When he pulled back, he flashed you a quick smile which made your heart skip in your chest, before turning back to the band on the stage that had started to transition into another song.

He had walked you home that night and you had both chatted away about nothing in particular. When you reached your front door, he hovered for a moment in silence, making his mind up about what to do.

“Thank you for tonight.” You murmured, cutting the slight awkwardness.

He smiled. “It’s no bother, I had fun with you.” Leaning in, he kissed you on the cheek. A sweet, gentle gesture; worlds away from the confident passion of his earlier move. “I’ll call you. I’m glad you are home safe….” He pulled away and watched as you went into the house, making sure you pulled the door handle up to lock the door behind you before turning to leave.

Now, when he answered the door to his little apartment, you could immediately see that he was a little nervous to see you. He pulled the door open a little, peeking through the gap at you, before opening it up fully. Your heart seemed to skip a beat as you gazed at him, dressed casually in a black band t-shirt and ripped jeans. You started to mumble…

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit early. I got the earlier bus and it got here quicker than I thought.”

He smiled casually. “It’s no bother, I wasn’t busy. Please come in.” He moved aside to allow you to enter the narrow hallway. “Do you want me to take your coat?” He asked.

“Thank you.” You muttered vacantly, sliding the thick winter coat from your shoulders and handing it to him, aware that you were both behaving a little awkwardly now that you were alone together. He took your coat and hung it on the clothes stand at the other end of the hall before turning to you.

“I have some beer in the fridge if you want one.”

You nodded. “That would be great.” You followed him down the hall and into the neat kitchen at the end of the corridor. Reaching into the fridge, he took two bottles of beer from the bottom shelf and popped off the caps, using his key-chain, before leading you into the attached living room.

The television was on in front of the sofa playing an American action film starring Vin Diesel. The volume was turned low enough that you could hear each other clearly as you sat side by side on the comfy sofa and briefly clinked your bottles together in cheers.

After a few minutes of small talk, you slipped into a more comfortable and natural form of conversation as you began the feel the buzz of the alcohol working its way through your blood stream. You finished the bottle with a gulp and watched as Yoongi rose to his feet without a word, taking the bottle from your fingers and returning to the kitchen. He came back seconds later with four more bottles and you continued talking; powering through topics of conversation; your favourite movies, your favourite genres of music, who you crushed on as a teenager, what your thoughts were on the current government. While the butterflies had settled in your stomach, you remained transfixed on Yoongi’s face; the way he smiled so openly, his face screwing up in joy as you told a stupid joke. His right hand found yours on your lap and he began to run his thumb gently over the back of your hand, tracing the knuckles and tendons absently as he spoke, unaware he was doing so.

As you began to feel more and more lightheaded and silly, the alcohol slowly taking effect, you could see a slight blush rise to his cheeks and knew he was feeling the same. He eventually got to his feet mid conversation, trailing back into the kitchen and returning seconds later with a square bottle of Jägermeister and two shot glasses. You laughed as he sat down beside you and unscrewed the cap.

“Do you really like that stuff?” You asked with a smirk.

He grinned at you. “Don’t you?” He poured the thick, tar-like substance into both glasses.

“I think I’ll stick to the beer if it’s all the same to you.” You grinned.

“Suit yourself.” He picked up the glass and drank the shot in one gulp, before downing the second glass.

“That’s disgusting.” You laughed.

“It’s not so bad. Taehyung bought me it last week.”

You slipped back into the old conversation naturally, sipping your beer a little more greedily as you felt yourself craving to be kissed more and more. His left hand now rested on your knee as he turned towards you. Eventually, a pause fell over the conversation and you felt as if your whole body was tingling with little jolts of static electricity as you looked at him. His face softened ever so slightly as his eyes traced your face. Almost in sync, you moved your faces towards one another, tilting your head slightly to the side as your lips met softly. He opened his mouth against you to capture your lower lip and his hand moved from your knee to the back of your head, grasping tenderly at your hair as he used his other hand to pull you closer from the hips.

The kiss quickly turned heated as you pressed your tongue against his lower lip, feeling him moan slightly beneath your lips as he brushed your cheekbone with his thumb. His mouth tasted like the sweet, aniseed alcohol he had been drinking and you found it intoxicating. Everything about him was making you crave him more; the way his hands clung to you to him like you already meant the world to him despite only knowing you a few weeks, the way he subconsciously let out a little throaty moan as he kissed you, letting you know how much he wanted you, the way his slightly curly hair smelt of the bubble bath you used as a child…

You let out a breathy whimper as he pulled away from your lips to kiss at your neck, pushing you down slowly to rest on the sofa as he nestled himself on top of you, holding onto the armrests of the chair to keep his weight from your body. You closed your eyes in pleasure, biting your lower lip as he moved from the area just below your ear to your throat, mouth opening against your neck. The feel of his warm, minty breath of your skin and his soft lips against the most sensitive part of your neck seemed to resonate through your body, making you tingle in another, more intimate place. You could not help it as you moaned his name out loud, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second.

He stopped above you at the sound you made and you felt yourself holding your breath, worried you made a mistake and that you could be taking things too fast. You opened your eyes to see him inches from your face, his sweet breath on your cheeks; face slightly vacant as though pondering what to do next. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you had figured out what you could possibly say to break the silence, he moved himself down your body, turning you slightly by the hips as he slipped off the sofa to kneel on the floor by your legs.

“Yoongi?” You began, but stopped as your eyes met his, the expression on his face unreadable as he moved his head back down to your skinny jeans. Reaching up, he quickly unbuttoned the trousers and trailed his hands beneath the waistband. Without really thinking, you instinctively moved your hips and arse upwards to allow him to slide them down your legs and over your ankles. Without a pause, he reached for your simple, black pair of briefs and tugged them down to discard with your jeans. You felt lightheaded and giddy, your brain still catching up with what was happening when he hooked his arms firmly around your thighs, tugging you further down the sofa and placing your thighs and legs over his shoulders. He spread apart your slick folds with two, long fingers and pressed his tongue firmly to your clit.

Once again, your reaction was a little delayed, and by the time you let out a gasp, he had already licked you a couple of times before moving his tongue downwards, over your sensitive inner folds, to probe at your cunt. You impulsively moved your hips to meet him more forcefully, allowing him to push his tongue further into you. You opened your mouth in a moan, feeling his tongue inside of you, pressing against your tight walls, fucking you. The movement caused your hips to buckle involuntary and he removed his tongue from your wetness and brought one hand up to touch your hip gently, allowing you to squirm against him rather than pinning you down. Moving down, he pressed his mouth against your cunt, kissing your opening with messy, open mouthed kisses and welcoming the flow of juices onto his tongue. He let out a low moan, enjoying the taste of you. He continued this for a few moments before he trailed his tongue back up to your clit languidly and massaged the nub with his plump lips.You felt yourself growing breathless as a stream of juices flowed from you. 

You wondered how it was even possible he could make you any hornier as you grasped for your chest, desperately puling one breast from your vest over the cup of your bra and grasping it as you felt Yoongi’s tongue once again return to your cunt, pushing inside firmly.

You opened your eyes which had been closed for a while to watch him between your legs, savouring his enthusiasm as he allowed you to grind yourself against his tongue. The minty-aniseed taste on his tongue caused by the alcohol had started to make your clit tingle and, as though sensing this, Yoongi pulled away slightly to blow a quick, cold stream of air onto your clit. It is too much; you felt your clit and cunt clench reluctantly as he returned his tongue to your clit. He licked you rapidly with a moderate amount of pressure, pressing his warm tongue against your most sensitive part perfectly; focusing his attention on making you cum.

You grasped your breast harder and felt your hard nipple press against your palm as you moved your other hand to curl in Yoongi’s curly hair. Pushing his head even closer to you, your hips began to buckle. He completely allowed you to ride out your impending orgasm as your face scrunched in pleasure and you let out a breathy moan. Pumping yourself harder, you ground your clit against the length of his wet, talented tongue. In reply, he moved his hands to your arse and pulled you against him as you rocked back and forth, your climax shaking your entire body as your cunt dripped with a stream of juices. Your breath began to slow as you milked out the last of your orgasm and he moved his tongue slowly from your clit and licked your entire labia dry. You felt yourself getting more sensitive down there as he finished with a final quick open mouthed kiss to your clit before collapsing backwards against the sofa, his breath almost as heavy as your own.

He turned to face you and glanced at your bare breast casually, his open lips and chin glistening with your juices. Without any shame, he slowly moved his hand to his mouth and wiped the moistness away with the back of his hand before collapsing back against the sofa, facing away from you.

“Well…” You began eventually, trying to break the silence. “That was…”

“Yeah.” He replied monotonously. “It was…” 

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