#what're we gonna do about my wet pussy

[dadwouldbepr0ud2]

Are you proud of me, dad?

Tumblr just deleted my blog ughh. This is my last attempt here. I was previously "yespleasedad" and "prettypleasedad." If you followed me before, cum say hi!!!

This is gonna be long, but it's everything you need to know about me!

Before we get to the fun stuff, my blog is for the and girls and the gays. That means:

NO MINORS, 18+ or you're blocked

fuck Israel and fuck zionists

fuck racists

fuck homophobia

fuck transphobia

fuck pedos

fuck actual incest thats gross

fuck bestiality ewww

A Bit About Me

Hiiii! I'm Naomi! I'm 18 and probably the best thing to ever happen to your lives lol.

I'm a freshman at UCLA studying marketing and finance. I'm on scholarship, but also have a job and work-study, so I am busy!!! I'm in a sorority, I love dancing and shopping. I also really enjoy volunteering at local youth programs!

When I'm not being the best student ever, I really like going out. I'm a social butterfly. I love my friends, making friends, and making even better memories. Kinda an attention whore. (Trust me, I'm the girl that finds every excuse to be out lol. And I am usually the life of the party.)

I do dabble in drinking and recreational drugs...shh don't tell my mom! I try staying safe but LA has made me an even worse party girl! I'm new, but involved with the local fet scene (thank you fetlife!). I'm very sensual and sexual. I like being a slut. I love pleasing in bed. I like trying new things and sleeping with people! I'm also maybe a soon-to-be sugar baby? Idk old men like me and if they're offering lol, I have lots of student loans.

I'm adopted and my mom is a single mother. She's most likely ace, so I really don't like bringing her into kink, please respect that! I'm ethnically Indian, but my mom is white and grew up mormon so my upbringing was, like super weird. I think because she hated how she grew up with religion she's so tolerant about me and my hopes and dreams lmfao. We're pretty honest with each other, but I love keeping naughty secrets from her. Sneaking around and acting out make my pussy throb. My mom works a lot, so I grew up traveling. I spent most of my childhood in Orange County, Dubai, and London. But right now I'm back in the states and plan on staying!

Now onto the FUN STUFF

My dream is to be a content creator or porn star. Yeah...I've told my mom that and she's not too thrilled, but she loves and supports me unconditionally. (She thinks I want to sell cute lingerie pics tho lol. I think she'd cry if she found out what I want to do online.)

Right now I post on my private snap story for people I've fucked or am planning to sleep with. I post nudes, or like strip tease. I do body checks and ootd and ask for guys to pick what I end up leaving in. I do girl on girl; kissing, fingering, eating each other out, scissoring. I also sometimes record myself with guys. I love pot blowies and riding. I just generally, really like playing with my pussy and smelling for people on camera.

Ideally I figure out how to get my boobs done and then I make super fun stepdaughter content. I can't wait to be naked online - I want to show off how hot I am and take sexy pictures and videos all while showing my face. I get really wet thinking about being known for touching myself and getting used like a good girl and not caring that people can recognize me. I want to moan "dad" online and beg for cock!! I love being seen in a sexual light and delivering on that vision.

I'm vain as fuck lol. Being the hottest person in the room is really important to me. I have big lips, big green eyes, and a cute smile with dimples! My hair is like almost black and hip length but I've been toying with the idea of going blonder. I love fake tanning because it makes me look more exotic.

I'm 18, 4'11, 94 pounds and pear shaped. I'm kinda boney but in the right places, and curvy in the best places. My body was made to be groped and held. I have a fat ass, and c up tits with cute and small, sensitive nipples. I have a fat, hairless pussy that gets wet verrrry fast. AND I squirt!

A while back, like a week after turning 18 I asked my followers what good girls get pierced, and they said tongue, nipples, and pussy. So I got those lol. (My mom knows about my tongue and nipples, and is not too proud hehe.) I also have a cute dangly belly ring bc why not?

I love dressing girly, I prefer really short and figure hugging clothing. Heels, getting my nails done, and making sure my hair and makeup are always perfect and seductive is a must! I'm also lowkey an exibitionist so I like sheer clothing and nip slips/ass and pussy flashes/generally showing off my piercings. I only wear g strings and no bras so thats also fun hehe!

Just for the Dads on Tumblr

I grew up fatherless so I'd love some guidance in life. I'd love to call someone "dad" and make him proud.

I definitely have daddy issues that you should exploit.

Teach me how to talk, how to show respect. Correct me when I'm a brat.

I love pleasing, so make me work for praise.

I really love my mom, but I really need a dad to mold me.

PS DAD

I loooooove sex. I'm like a 10x nympho. I touch myself every morning and every night. I like guys, and older ones at that. Im a size queen. I like length a lot but girth is nonnegotiable - if you’re not thick leave me alone. But I like orgasming so if there aren't any guys around, I do hook up with girls... Big oral fixation, I'm lowkey a blowjob queen. I love love cum. I'm bratty and can orgasm over and over.

Ideally I want to be someone's secret affair. I wanna be the undeniably gorgeous younger second wife. Or third. I want an older man to keep me pretty and stuffed with cum. Get me pregnant while you're still married. I want 3 kids by 21! I highkey want dad's friends jealous, his (ex)-wife pissed, and my mom disappointed.

As soon as I turned 18 I got a 39 year old divorced dad bf. We dated until I moved out for college. I also sometimes blow one of my besties dads, whoops! I currently am seeing a new, potential married dad bf, but he's paranoid about his wife.So if you're local...

KINKS!

age gaps

(step)dad/stepdaughter

sneaking around behind mom's back

breeding (I wanna be a teen mom sooo bad)

teasing/humiliation

bimbofication (but like in a natural way? I hate plastic)

forced orgasming over and over until I’m overstimulated

Cnc

public play

exibitionism and being showed off like a doll

getting caught/being walked in on

lactation (lowkey wanna feed my dad lmfao)

dp

Mmf and ffm threesomes

gangbangs

Getting my ass eaten

Facesitting

being gay because I'm a good girl and love pleasing dad

Having sex in front of people

Cum swapping and kissing (just recently ate cum out of a girl then made out with her while her boyfriend got hard again)

scissoring

SOFT KINKS

dads

Dad bods

Grey hair

Wedding rings

married men

praise

being cared for

Strip teasing

French kissing and making out

moaning

dry humping (uhhhhhhghhgh)

Older men or hot girls sucking my pierced nipples

Older men’s tongues all over my pierced pussy

Scissoring until our pussies get sticky

feeling smol in dad's lap

Dad telling me I’m such a whore and that he’s disappointed in me

being groped 24/7

cockwarming

BWC

Big balls

anal <3

HARD NOs

blood

vomit

pee and poo

Ass eating

mom and dad sharing me

my mom being brought up

not being the center of attention

Feel Free to message me, I love roleplaying! Unfortunately, I won't be posting or sending nudes anymore because I think that's why my accounts keep losing messaging privileges!

If you read this far, I'm saving up for toys. If they're bluetooth I'd love to give all the generous dad's my codes. Consider sending your favorite daughter something on cashapp, and I'll make it worth your while, dad <3

[gracev0609]

Claim Me

Josh Kiszka X Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Adult Themes, Explicit Sex, m/f, Subby Josh, Neck Riding

WC: 1.3k

This idea has been bouncing around in my head for quite a while. Josh's neck just does something for me 🤭

You wouldn't say you had a jealous streak. You knew Josh loved you, and you loved him, but somehow you found yourself scrolling through social media reading about the way they desired your boyfriend. This was Josh's last week on break until tour started up again, and you knew his antics would make his fans want him even more. Continuing to scroll you read about the things they wanted him to do to them, and more importantly the things they wanted to do to him, it was making your blood run hot. Although not with anger, with need. You needed to find a way to lay your claim on him. Thinking about all the possibilities was making wetness pool between your thighs, as Josh always let his body be your sexual playground in the bedroom. He wanted nothing more than to please you, the greater your pleasure the greater his. Finally your eyes landed on a picture of Josh, his head was thrown back, a delicious sheen of sweat covering his exposed chest. But what really caught your eye was his neck. Veins and tendons bulging, with his Adams apple looking delectable enough to take a bite out of. You knew you weren't allowed to leave love bites where they would be seen. Suddenly, an idea on how you could privately stake your claim popped into your mind. You crossed your legs, squeezing your muscles to ease the tension that resided between them, as Josh walked into the living room where you were scrolling on the couch.

“Hey baby, what're you up to?” He asked bending down to kiss you.

“Oh, just scrolling on my phone. Nothing important. I missed you today.”

“I know, I'm sorry my love. We got the rest of the meetings and scheduling done today though,I can give you my undivided attention the rest of the week.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders bringing him closer to your body,” Could I get your undivided attention in our bedroom… now?”

Josh chuckles into the crook of your neck,” Now? Does my pretty girl need her pretty pussy played with? Needy little thing.”

You felt yourself throb, Josh's angelic mouth spewing filthy words always made your head spin.

“You know I need you, always need you. Gonna miss you so much when you're gone.”

Josh sighs and jutts out his bottom lip slightly, conveying that he heard you but doesn't necessarily want to talk about it right now. He pulls you to stand from the couch, limbs wrapped around your frame,” Let's get to the bedroom so you can take whatever you need from me.”

He leads you to your shared bedroom, and he immediately disrobes before turning to pull the sweatshirt up off of your body. His hands cup your bare breasts that have come free, nipples instantly hardening under his touch. Josh places kisses against the warm skin of your neck,” Just wanna make you cum honeybee.”

You reach your hand down, stroking his already hard length making him whine,” What can I do for you baby? Let me love on you, let me lick up your sweetness.’

His hips buck absentmindedly when you squeeze your fist around him,” Please baby, let me bury my face between your legs. I wanna commit it to memory when I'm by myself all alone in my hotel room.”

You place your hands on his hips walking him backwards towards the bed,” Just calm down Josh. I promise you'll like what I have in store for you.”

You guide him back straddling his legs after discarding your sweatpants. You grab his cock teasing yourself with his hot flesh. You're already so worked up, absolutely aching for him.

His words slur together already drunk on you,” God, y'feel so good. So wet. What's got ya so worked up?”

“You Josh, just want you.”

“You have me baby, all of me. Just use me.”

You sink down on him, and you can't help the moan that slips past your lips. He stretches you out so perfectly, like you were made for one another.

His hands find purchase on your hips, helping you push and pull your body against his. You groan as his tip pushes against the spot inside you that makes you see stars. As he continues to abuse your insides you can't help but stare at his neck. You watch his Adam's apple bob as he whines and whimpers from your bouncing in his lap. Stopping all motion you lean down to kiss up his chest, before lapping at the salty skin of his neck.

“I know I'm not allowed to leave marks.”

He chuffs a laugh,” No, they'd have both of our heads.”

You continue to nip lightly at his neck, making his cock twitch inside of you,” You said you need to remember my pussy when you're alone in your room, but I really think you need to remember it when you're getting hard on stage.”

He cuts you off with a needy moan,” I think you need to remember my cunt when your cocks getting hard for all of your pretty fans.”

“I do! Make me remember!”, he cries, jutting his hips eager for more friction.

“Gonna claim my pretty boy.”

You rise off of his lap, clenching your teeth when you feel empty. You climb up his body, and tangle your fingers in his curls angling his head up. Eagerly Josh sticks out his tongue, anticipating you sitting on his face. His brows dip in confusion when you stop short of his mouth, lowering yourself down until your wet folds meet the hot skin of his throat.

“Honey? Aren't you gonna sit on my face?”

The vibrations of his voice travel to your core making your hips jolt.

“No love. I'm staking my claim.”

Your hips writhe back and forth, your slick covering the soft skin of Josh's throat. Tightening your fingers in his hair he whines,”oh fuuuck!” You almost double over as his Adam's apple vibrates right on your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. What you were doing was so obscene, but you both were living for it.

His hand leaves your hip, wrapping around his leaking cock, jerking himself in time with your hips.

“Keep talking Josh, it feels incredible when you talk”

“Fuck baby, I can feel you soaking me. You gonna cum like this? Riding my throat like a dirty slut.I want you to cum, I want to feel it pouring onto my skin.”

You angle your hips, grinding your clit onto the expanse of his neck,”Almost there…”

“I want to taste you so bad. Please, please, please. Please baby, just a drop on my tongue. I can feel you, fucking smell you, I need to taste you. Please honey I've been so good.”

Pleasure bubbles up inside of you and your high comes crashing down.

“Fuck! Fuck yes! That's it baby, god you're just gushing. Dirty dirty girl squirting all over me, make a fuckin mess of me…fuck!”

You gasp as you start to come down, feeling the hot ropes of his cum splatter along your back as he paints his stomach.

You look down at your lover, his face red, eyes blown out. He looks entirely fucked out.

His hands pull your hips to his mouth as he devours your cunt, slurping up the remnants of your release. He moans, drinking down what's left between your legs.

Eventually he releases your body from his grasp, and you flop down on the bed beside him. He leans up, the ends of his curls drenched,” I need a shower. I'm fuckin covered in cum.”

You laugh and agree, taking his hand and pulling him from the bed walking towards the bathroom. Once the water is hot enough you both step inside the shower. After rinsing the mess away Josh captures your body in his arms,” You know I'm yours right? Always and forever yours.”

Fin.

[lovejosephquinn]

I don’t think I’ve ever sent you a request before! I’m not gonna ask for specifics cause I want you to work your 🤌magic🤌 so here we go!

You and Joe are hosting a dinner party for some friends and they’re supposed to start arriving in half an hour but suddenly he starts to feel a bit spicy!

Are you trying to kill me? Please, my brain now has a section taken up for just Joseph smut rpfs I swear

But I will do my best for you girl 👀 (tagging you so you definitely see it @mybffjoe)

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

You caught your boyfriends reflection staring you down in the full length mirror at the other side of the room you were stood at, you'd barely spoke in the last couple of hours from getting the final preparations ready with food and getting ready. You were to be hosting your first dinner party in your new home together tonight and Joe had chosen now out of all the times to be giving you that look from the edge of the bed.

"What're you gawking at Joseph?" you stopped suddenly, peering a look and smiling over at him.

"Just the most beautiful, sexiest and most amazing woman I've ever seen in my entire life." He replied, his monotoned vocals low, and gravelly, which gave you food for thought. Your heart beating harder and your thighs pushing themselves together all at the same time.

"And she's all yours." You pulled the most pleasing look at him and you could've sworn you'd seen his pupils dilate twice the size than what they normal were.

"Damn right she is." Joe agreed, standing up and moving over behind you, wrapping his arms around you holding you tightly, laying his head down on your shoulder.

"Mm, you smell good." He hummed leaning into your neck, letting his lips lightly touch your skin as he took a breath in. "Jesus Christ, you're so fucking attractive."

"You got that from my perfume? Which you bought for me?" You giggled, trying to ignore the growing pool of wetness in-between your legs.

"Pretty much, it's just you though. I'm a lucky man." Joe pushed his body square against yours so there was no space left between you, you felt his cock growing against your back, the hardness trapping itself between you, his lips returning to your neck but the kisses becoming sloppier.

"How long do we have until they arrive?" Joe muttered between kisses.

You tapped on your phone at the side of you to see the time. "About 30 minutes at the most."

"Fanfuckingtastic." Joe took the opportunity which rose in front of him, pulling you back earning a squeal from yourself, then getting himself in front of you whilst you wobbled backwards, pushing you down onto the bed, climbing over you and crashing his lips onto yours, hungry for anything he could get right this second.

"What're you doing?" You knew full well what he was doing.

"Let's call it, killing time spending quality time." Joe winked and you felt your core snap, he wasn't the only one who thought that the other was the best thing since sliced bread.

"Take them off." Joe pointed down to your jeans and you shimmied them off in a matter of seconds, whilst Joe's followed. You were both bare from the waist down and he took a second to view you in all your vulnerability.

"My fucking perfect girl." Joe growled and you watched as his hand cupped your pussy, rubbing into your folds making your back arch at the sudden contact, he could do the most simplest of acts and you'd still of probably have cummed all over his hand then and there, especially from the deep gaze that fell straight to your eyes as he watched your body language alter so rapidly through his touch.

His fingertips found your clit in a matter of seconds. "Your pussy's already so wet for me, I didn't even do anything."

"Like you said, it's just you." He turned you on so god damn plain and simply. It was both a blessing and a curse.

Joe continued to kiss you as he teased your bud, lightly circling around it but not fully giving his all. "More." you moaned between kisses but he didn't budge. You tried to move your hand down to his to push the fingers harder but he slapped it away. "Uh-uh I don't think so."

No more than a millisecond past and Joe thrusted two fingers inside of you, your body thrusted into them, helping him to pick up a speed and get as deep as he possibly could. "You pretend you're so sweet and innocent baby, but you're just a whore for my fingers aren't you?"

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip feeling the intensity grow when his thick fingers curled up inside of you, the third quickly being added to stretch you out, a relentless speed started. "Just like she likes it, fuck, moan for me beautiful."

A string of moans fell from your mouth in his last word, he could speak so crude yet so lovingly in one breath and that was soul destroying and quite frankly stomach wrenching, it only made the heat between your cunt and his fingers that little bit better.

"You want more of that or do you want this big cock inside of you? It's fucking throbbing for you, my perfect, god damn sexy little slut."

"I want your cock. Now. Please." He knew you were desperate too, you'd even threw manners into the mix so he couldn't tease you further. Joe pulled his fingers straight out and pushed them into your mouth for you to taste yourself, you sucked your juices straight off, lapping your tongue around them, knowing all to well it would drive him insane.

"Do me a favour, get my cock nice and wet before it goes in."

You nodded and as you went to sit up, Joe pushed you right back down again. "I didn't say move did I?" You felt confused for a second, that was until you saw him lunge up towards you, snaking his hand round and gripping the back of your head pushing you to the side and forcing his cock into your mouth. He thrusted downward to get a deeper access, the position you were in was so submissive and he fucked your mouth persistently, your eyes watering at the length being rammed down your throat.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Joe pulled out quickly, he'd always said you had superior skills when it came to using your mouth, you knew it was proof there and then as the reason he stopped it as quickly as he did was that he was about to cum. Joe spread your legs out further, keeping your feet firmly pressed against the edge of the bed as he eased himself into your entrance, giving you every inch at once. Once adjusted, he started to move, getting quicker and quicker. He knew how you liked it, rough. Joe's moaned mirrored yours, giving you every last strain of energy he had left into fucking you ferociously. He knew it'd be over pretty quickly, you both knew it kind of needed to be.

"Are you close, pretty girl? I'm so fucking close. Your cunt will be the death of me I swear."

"Mhm." You couldn't bare to speak, your eyes squeezed shut feeling the familiar knot tighten in your stomach, you just needed something more to release it. So you took your finger to your clit and began to rub harshly, Joe's eyes shot straight to your movement, only making his cock drive into you with mercilessly. His thrusts were becoming messy. "Fuck yes." Joe threw his head back as he felt himself on the edge.

Your back arched once more, your thighs denied from closing as Joe fell in the way, his body had enclosed on top of yours as he pushed himself to the end. Your orgasm's washed over you in unison and you fell apart on each other, ungodly sounds breaking out from your mouths, your name's being called out several times, Joe's hands gripping onto the sheets whilst yours clawed up through his shirt and onto his back. The severity of it exhausted you both but it also made you crave more. You both knew it'd be inevitable that you'd be in the same position within the next few hours, doing it all over again.

Both breathless, Joe pulled out of you. That was when you heard bangs at the front door. "Shit." you laughed.

Joe moved over to look at his phone placed next to yours, 8 missed calls and 5 texts, oops.

"Our company's arrived my love. Guess we were too busy, what bad hosts we are."

You shook your head, taking Joe's hand as he offered you up for you to sort yourselves out post haste. "Better hurry up." You rushed back to the mirror where you initially started, ruffling your hair between your fingers.

As you both strutted out to answer the door, your friends stood there looking a slight mix of worried and confused. "We've been here for 10 minutes, almost thought you weren't in." They eyed the both of you up, awkwardly chuckling.

"I'm so sorry, we lost track of time." Joe clutched his arm around your waist bringing you tightly to his side, squeezing you slightly. You could definitely say that.

[casparscunttt16]

Teasing at the dinner table| nsfw! 🔞

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT

Garnet and I made intense eye contact from across the room, she then walks up to the table and takes a seat next to me "sorry I'm late guys gem work" she explains to amethyst, pearl, steven, and I. she places her hand on my thigh and tells us about what happened on her mission while simultaneously rubbing up and down my thighs.

I feel myself beginning to get wet, I'm starting to get hot, I take a sip of my water trying to control myself. she slips her hand under my skirt and starts messing with the hem of my laced underwear "Yeah amethyst have you tried the new boba place down the street?" Steven asks inquisitively. "Nah dude I've been enjoying bean juice, and the burger spot Y/n showed me" she says sitting back in her chair, I laugh, and then Garnet begins moving the hem of my underwear and moving her middle finger towards my heated area, and I suddenly gasp.

I look over at her, she has a smirk plastered to her face, as we're all eating and pearl watches us eat because she doesn't eat human food, she smiles and laughs with Amethyst at something I didn't hear, they're all engaged in their conversation, Garnet moves her hand from my area and back to my thighs as she rubs my thighs up and down I scoot closer to her and whisper into her ear "Gar what're you doing?" I whisper yell, she leans down and whispers back "nothing," she says in a lower tone innocently. I feel shivers down my spine.

I begin talking to pearl about sword training with Connie and start suggesting things, Garnet subtly sucks her middle and ring finger I then feel Garnets hand slide up my thigh, she moves the hem of my underwear and slowly inserts two fingers I gasp out of shock and a bit of pleasure "Are you ok Y/n?" Steven asks. She begins pumping her fingers in and out at a somewhat slow pace "Y-yeah I'm fine, I just couldn't remember if I left the stove on in my apartment is all" I lie. "Oh! ok hopefully you didn't otherwise that would be bad" steven says, I nod in response. she begins speeding up the pace "fuck" I mumble, I start breathing heavily and feeling jolts of pleasure through my body, I lay my head back desperately trying to keep quiet. "let's go to my room" she whispers.

"Guys y/n doesn't feel well, she's going to lay down in my room for a bit, you guys can go to the movie theatre without us, I think it'll be best if I look after her" she announces. "Alright get well soon Y/n!" steven says, amethyst gives us a look of suspicion before then shrugging her shoulders while pearl gets up to wash and put away the dishes.

garnet removes her fingers and throws me over her shoulder, we go into her room, and she places me on her bed. she sits next to me on the bed, and we make eye contact, I look at her lips and pull her in gently kissing them, she kisses back and pulls me closer to her deepening the kiss. the kiss is filled with passion, lust, love, and desire, she kisses down my neck leaving hickies and love bites on my neck, I moan softly in her ear before pulling her back into my arms and kissing her back, and she pulls away taking off my skirt and panties.

she gets on her knees below me and gently places soft and wet kisses on my inner thighs, I place my hand in her hair feeling myself getting more and more turned on by the second "I want you to beg me to eat you out" she states looking up at me, "baby please?" I start begging and pleading, she starts stroking her tongue up and down my clit, while slowly sliding her finger in my pussy, she starts eating me out at a steady pace earning submissive and whiney moans from me "G-Garnet don't stop" I say drowning in pleasure.

after 15 minutes I feel a knot begin to form in my stomach "Garnet I'm gonna cum" I manage to get out through moans, and before I knew it, I finished on her fingers and in her mouth, "you taste amazing" she says pulling me in by my shirt into a kiss letting me taste myself.

A/N: Hi! let me know how I did for my first time writing smut!

[storiesofsvu]

What're You Waiting For?

Covers the “Love Me Like You Do” by Ellie Goulding square of thatesqcrush ‘s Vday bingo. Sonny Carisi x fem!reader Warnings: Language, smut, slight dirty talk?

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“Hey Doll, m’sorry I’m late.” Sonny called into the apartment, freezing suddenly while the door swung shut behind him as he drank you in. “Wow.”  You giggled softly from the kitchen, clad in a light pink babydoll as you poured out the second glass of wine for your husband.

“Wine?” You asked, re-corking the bottle placing it back on the counter, briefly turning your back to him.

“Nah.” His words were suddenly hot on the back of your neck, “you’re the only thing I wanna touch.” You shrieked as his hands wrapped around your body, hoisting you up onto the kitchen island facing him, settling himself between your knees. “Thought we were just gonna have dinner tonight?”

“Well..” you looped your hands behind his neck, “that was before I realized I would be ovulating on the so called day of love.”

“Oh?” He cocked a brow, “think ya might want me to take ya to the bedroom?”

“Or you could rail me right here on the counter.” You smirked and he laughed.

“Doll, I wanna show you how much I love you, take care of you…” he caressed your face, kissing your lips softly.

“Fine.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling into another kiss, “you know only you can set my heart on fire.”

“I love you more sweetheart.” He pecked your lips quickly before scooping you off the counter carrying you down the hall, gently dropping you onto the mattress.

He shot you a wink, knowing you were watching him undress swiftly until he was left in nothing, crawling over your body. Sonny leant down, lips meeting yours, moving with a familiar dance while you tugged him tighter to you, running your tongue across his lips. He parted his mouth, tongue sliding to massage against yours, groaning slightly as you began to pull at his hair, coaxing more need out of him. His lips broke free of yours, nibbling their way down your jaw, tracing a pattern down your neck until they sunk into your pulse point. You moaned out, clutching him to you as he sucked a bruise into the tender skin.

Sonny’s hands snuck under the babydoll, chuckling when he found your lack of panties, and at the way your knees instantly fell apart, opening your pussy to him. His fingers swiped through your folds and you shuddered. His mouth returned to the other side of your neck, kissing and suckling there while he slid a finger in, groaning out about how wet you were. A gentle sigh left your lips as he began to fuck you with his finger, slowly sliding in a second one. Your hand cupped his head, threading through his silvery locks as your hips began to roll, encouraging him for more. His fingers scissored, twirled, stretching you out for his cock, pulling little whines from you as he dragged across your sensitive spots.

His mouth began to move down your body as he shifted his weight on the bed, briefly sucking at the swell of your chest, pinching at your nipples through the thing pink fabric. He rucked up the bottom, leaving a trail of kisses across your stomach, nuzzling into your skin before he placed on right on your clit and you groaned. His hand slid out of your pussy so his tongue could lap at your juices, warming you up, smiling at the way your breathing was becoming more shallow.

The passion burned through you, your hand still tangled in his hair, mussing it up from its previously perfectly style. Sonny’s lips wrapped around your clit while his fingers slid back into you, adding a third and you whimpered, the coil twisting tighter within you. He always made sure you came before he fucked you, especially since you’d started trying to get pregnant. Your breaths started coming out in gasps, your pussy fluttering around Sonny’s fingers, hips beginning to quake, your clit swelling within his mouth as his tongue flattened against it. He knew you were close by the way your hand tugged even tighter in his hair, forcing him deeper into your. You shuddered, letting out a strangled moan of his name as your orgasm washed over you, panting and shivering as his fingers fucked you through it.

“Always so pretty when you come sweetheart.” He murmured, ducking down to kiss you softly. You smiled, chuckling as his arm wrapped around you, rolling so you were straddling his hips. His hands shoved the babydoll off you, leaving you bare above him. You leant down kissing him deeply.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pecked at your lips before you sat up. You grasped his cock, smearing the pre cum with your thumb and he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as you gave him a few pumps, lining him up with your entrance.

“Well, “you smirked, barely rolling your hips, “what are you waiting for? Put a baby in me Dominick.”

You both let out simultaneous moans as his hips thrusted up into your warmth, settling for a moment while you fluttered around him. Gently you began rolling your hips, bracing yourself against his abdomen to push your hips back up and down, his cock disappearing deeply into your with each thrust. Sonny began to thrust into you, meeting your hips with his, suddenly pushing himself up to sitting, one hand kept him slightly supported, the other wrapping around you, pulling you to him. Feet braced on the bed to keep up the rhythm as your hips began to roll quicker.

“Oh God…” you moaned, your clit brushing his skin with each thrust as your forehead fell against his. Sonny nudged your nose with his, pulling a kiss from you. The kiss was full of little breaths, whimpers and cries as you worked each other toward your peaks, whispered admissions of love. Your head fell to his shoulder, burying into his skin as you felt your body begin to tremble, your thrusts starting to move faster, eager to reach your second orgasm. Sonny could feel the way your pussy began to clench around him, your thighs tightened around his hips, before your hips stilled, teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle your cry.

He fucked you gently though your peak before flipping you onto your back, kissing you deeply before he sat up on his haunches. You gasped at the way he fucked into you, harder and faster as his hips chased after his own release. It didn’t take long, the sight of you completely blissed out under him, and the little flutters of your walls around him pushing him past the breaking point. He sunk deep into you a grunt and a swear leaving his lips as he collapsed over you, littering your skin with soft kisses.

You hummed in satisfaction, a small smile on your lips while your hands carded through his locks, gently scratching as his scalp. Sonny kissed your shoulder in a thanks as he caught his breath. Some of his favourite moments were the afterglow, still buried deep within you as you came down, caressing each other’s bodies, love wrapping around the two of you. The hand in his hair trailed down his cheek, bringing his lips to yours in a slow lazy kiss. You pecked his lips quickly, smiling up at him,

“Ready for dinner now?” You teased, and he chuckled.

“Think I worked up an appetite.” He murmured against your lips, kissing you once more, before softly pulling out. He laid a kiss on your stomach, glancing up at you with those adorable blue eyes, “ya think it worked?”

“If it didn’t I’m still open to being railed over the kitchen counter.” You smirked. Sonny laughed, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Happy Valentines Day doll.”

“Happy Valentines Sonny.”

[prettyboykatsuki]

don’t know if this is what you’re looking for but bully!bkg def spreads ur legs and shows how wet you are around his friends. keeps saying it’s bc you like getting groped in front of them and just won’t admit it.

cw ;; 18+, toxic relationships, dubcon, bully!bkg.

a/n ;; vil how did u know about my thing for exhibitionism

pt 1. | pt. 2 |

no because. because because because. AAAAA. listen to ME.

i think all of this happens because instead of bkg being a menace and kicking your roomate out of your shared dorms, you decide to try and be a good person and go to his place instead. this is your first mistake, but you feel bad. she has a midterm that's important to her and she just wants the dorm for a bit.

so you go up to bkg and be like hey. we need to move the situation to your frat instead of the dorms. and his immediate reaction is a hard, mean no. and this gets you a little frazzled because bkg, try as he might, is absolutely fucking enamored with you. in his own sick way, he likes you.

and he knows that going with you into that fucking house is like throwing raw meat to piranhas. it's a bad, awful and miserable idea. this is the first time he's ever actually explicitly denied you something. bakugou is unfortunately lenient with you but he says it outright. no. end of story

but you're insistent, of course you are - he didn't like you for no reason. you're frowning and begging and generally being annoying and bkg grits his teeth and gives you the most snarled grin like

"fuck it. fine. ill pick you up at your dorm at 6" and you're a little startled because well.... he's super mad and you've never seen him this mad. you decide to brush it off and go as he says. precisely at 6, he does pick you ip and he takes you to his frathouse - all of his roomates are home.

you know it as soon as you step through that door that bkg was right. you should've done somewhere else. a library, a hotel, anything. because you can feel it right away, their eyes on you as the greet you. shake your hands too tight, smile too long, stare too hard. you have it stamped on your forehead almost, ruin me, and every single person this place looks like they're waiting to do just that.

you think bakugou is gonna console you? dead wrong. infact when he sees your frightened expression he laughs his mean little laugh, and then drags you into his lap right on the couch. his voice is soft in your ear almost.

"what'd i tell ya, nerd? d'ya remember?" like a reminder. you fucked up, big time. and now you're in the field of snakes. all of his friends on the couch just eyeing you and you hate it, hate the attention.

but you know something? there's something kinda nice about the way bakugou becomes.. safe. the way you whimper and curl your little fists on his knee and look to him every few seconds. so anxious. what're you worried about? isn't it supposed to him? or did he become your knight in shining armor.

how fuckin' precious. how absolutely fucking cute. it makes him crazy the way bakugou feels your fingers tug on his sleeve, the shift from left to right. it makes him crazy, so he leans in your ear and goes "you wanna show them huh,"

you don't know what it means until bkg hauls you to his lap and takes your sweatpants clean off your thighs and spreads your legs right over his thighs and you're squealing. it's a little sudden but suddenly he's calling everyone over and they all sit around and close. and you just go

"wait, wait - please," and bakugou just tilts your head back and kisses you so soft, and it makes you melt. makes you soak because his tongue is in your mouth and he's being so.. so.. hnggh.

"behave, brat" is all he says. all he needs to say. and suddenly he's got his knuckles dragging against your pussy, and it sticks - the fabric goes almost sheer because you're so wet and everyone is looking but bakugou is touching you. and showing you off and you keep clinging to him mewling his name.

he knows best afterall. and suddenly it's a show - an unspoken rule of no touching as bakugou gropes and teases and touches. pinches your nipples and teases and spreads your pretty pussy for all of his friends to oggle at you and they look at you like they want nothing more to tear you apart

and it makes you wet to know they want you but it makes you more wet to heat katsuki click his teeth and tease them for wanting it. you hear his comments, sick fucks - the whole lot of them. watching you get groped while they go and get their rocks off.

"look at you, baby - look how fuckin' wet you are. you like the attention, dont'cha? be honest,"

you squirm and try your best but you're moaning and nodding and bkg laughs at you. you don't care that they're there, but bkg shows you off and you like that. you like his approval, dont you pretty thing?

ah, he knows it too. course he does. he's not a fuckin' dumbass unlike his friends, but he has to admit - it's nice to see you squirm.

[mypoisonedvine]

Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 5)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.  

word count: 3.2k

warnings: more smut (we’re picking right up where we left off last chapter) including some shower shenanigans and lots of dirty talk, relationship conversations, mention of bucky’s military background, really that’s just it...

Maybe it had been hours in Bucky's arms, maybe it had been a lifetime.  You were floating on air, suspended in pleasure as he rocked your body against his, still fucking you even though he'd already come once and you'd come too many times to count.

"Bucky," you whined, back arching even though you figured you were too weak for that.  "Baby, please— s-so good, you're so good…"

Metal fingers pinching your nipple sent your body into overdrive, exhausted inner muscles clenching around him as you cried out.

When he leaned down and kissed you again, you were afraid that you'd be too out of it to kiss him back.  But thankfully you managed to reciprocate, grabbing the hair at the back of his neck to hold him close as you whimpered softly against his lips.

He pulled back just enough to look down at you with dark, half-lidded eyes.  "Fuck, I'm gonna come again," he moaned like he was just as shocked as you were.  

"Yes!" you encouraged feverishly.

"This perfect little pussy is gonna make me come again, baby, is that what you want?  Want me to put another load in this needy cunt?"

"God, yes," you sobbed, his words so perfectly balanced between sweet and filthy.

"Well, I'm gonna," he promised through his teeth.  "Fuck, I'm gonna give you everything, pretty girl, I'm so close."

You couldn't remember the exact words you used but you were definitely begging him for it, completely lost in your need and, apparently, totally lacking in shame.

That weak, broken, desperate moan as he came inside you for the second time in a night… you wanted to bottle it up and keep it for rainy days, and sunny days, and all the days you'd ever see because it was just absolutely fucking divine.

"Don't move," he demanded with a whisper, "fuck, don't move, please."

"Couldn't if I wanted to," you laughed quietly.  He started laughing too, but not so much a 'this is funny' laugh compared to a 'is this real?' laugh.

"Fuck," he breathed, "that was… I didn't know I could do that."

"We're all learning new things about ourselves and our body's capabilities tonight, trust me."

"I'm gonna attempt to pull out without my dick falling off, okay?"

You chuckled through your exhaustion.  "Fingers crossed!"

You couldn't decide which was more lewd: the way it felt, or the way it looked.  In credit to the first, you were confident that even through the numbness that had begun to spread through your body, you still managed to feel every detail of his cock against the spongy ridges of your channel as it slid out of you, followed (of course) by the warm, slow ooze of come dripping down onto your sheets.  As for the second, well, his cock looked pretty glorious as it bounced back up against his abs, incredibly still hard but certainly starting to soften, glistening with your slick and his come and looking so lovely that you were compelled to sit up and lick it clean.  You would've if you weren't (1) so exhausted that you were sure you'd never sit up ever again, and (2) confident that any more stimulation to Bucky's poor cock would just be painful for him.

"Jesus fuck," he sighed as he watched his come leak out of your abused, swollen hole, admiring his handiwork; you giggled from both the odd feeling of his gaze on you like this and the comical way his swearing had deteriorated over the course of the night into half-assed blasphemy.

He fell down beside you on the bed, looking up at the ceiling before glancing to you with a smirk that was clearly tired but still plenty smug.  “God, I haven’t come twice in a row like that since… I don’t know if I’ve ever done that before, actually,” he laughed.

“I know for a fact I’ve never come that many times in a row,” you giggled.

"I uh… I need a shower.  And a year-long nap," he announced with a deep sigh.

"Use mine," you offered.  "I'll join you in a minute if you can promise to keep your hands to yourself."

"I don't know about that," he chuckled, "but I can definitely promise to keep my dick to myself."

"That'll do," you smiled as you watched him stretch and get up, grabbing his discarded boxers before slipping into your bathroom.

You took another deep breath and fought against the giddy smile that refused to leave your face.  Though you knew you had no right to be so happy over something as silly and frivolous as a guy, you let yourself get excited about this guy.  This guy who had made you feel safe when you thought you never would again.  This guy who had been a friend to you when it seemed like everyone else just wanted to get close to an alleged celebrity.  This guy who had already given it to you better than anybody ever had only to do it again without even stopping.

As likely as it was that your infatuation with him was preventing you from seeing all the flaws that every person and relationship were bound to have, it was hard not to think that this guy was everything you’d been waiting for.  Now all you had to do was try not to fuck it up.

//

Bucky sighed as he stepped into the stream of hot water, careful not to slip as his tired legs begged for more rest.  It was a hell of a workout, but then again, he'd never felt quite this good after a real workout.

It was all a little too good to be true; he was sort of assuming that he would wake up any minute now, in his own bed downstairs and with a mess in his boxers to take care of.  And he wasn't even mad about it, because who could be mad about a dream this wonderful?

If he was going to wake up soon, he was going to take advantage of the time he had left in his dream.  After a few moments alone, you slipped into the bathroom and opened the glass shower door, looking like everything he'd ever wanted with your messy hair and post-sex glow.

"Don't hog the hot water," you groaned as you pushed him aside, but you were smiling a little and he was perfectly content to just watch you from the corner anyways.

Well, not just watching; of course he had to reach out and run his hands over your skin, feel the warmth of you pressed against his body as your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back against his chest.  You hummed contentedly at his touch and the sound went straight to his cock, which swelled a bit where it was pressed against your hip.

You reached up and wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, his hands moving up to gently run over your breasts and stomach where the water was hitting.

He hesitantly ventured into kissing your neck before finally sliding his hand between your legs and grinning at the feeling of his own come leaking out of you.  You were so sensitive that you gasped and shivered just from that little touch, your little moans enough to drive him absolutely crazy (if he hadn't been already).

Two fingers slid into you easily; he decided to take credit for stretching you out so well, both of you sighing as he pushed in deeper.

"Bucky," you groaned, "can't… can't come again…"

"I'm just helping you wash all this come outta you, baby," he explained, though he was sure you heard the mischievousness in his tone.  "There's a lot… I filled you up real good, didn't I?"

You nodded and bit your lip, and he alternated between studying your face and looking down at his fingers slowly pulling out of you as the shower washed away his come and yours.

"I don't think this is all me," he whispered against your ear.  "I think you're getting wet again, princess…"

When you nodded again, your hips bucking slightly in his hand, he went ahead and brought his two slickened fingers to your swollen bud, drawing lazy circles around it as you moaned slowly.

"What're you getting wet for, huh?  Haven't you had enough?"

"Never get enough of you," you whimpered, as if you just magically knew the exact thing to say in that moment to make his cock twitch and his heart twist.  

"I'll be real gentle, honey, gonna take you there nice an' easy…" he trailed off, adding a bit more pressure but maintaining his relaxed pace.  You whimpered and writhed against him, your smooth skin sliding against his so easily with the water washing over both of you.  

He could feel your walls tightening around his fingers when he pushed inside again, smiling when you gasped and clutched his hair suddenly.  He figured you were sore, but he also figured you would stop him if he hurt you, so he just did his best to stay slow and sensitive as he found your swollen spot inside you and curled his fingers into it.  Your whispered curses were music to his ears; technically that would make your body his instrument, and that might be cliche but it wasn’t exactly untrue.

“Want a little more?” he asked below his breath, responding to your nod by rubbing your clit with his thumb.  Your back arched, and as beautiful as it was, it also caused your body to push away from his; he held you down with his free arm to avoid spending even a moment without you against him.

“C-close,” you stuttered, and he hoped the little chuckle he let out didn’t sound too condescending; just shocked, like he intended it,

“I thought you couldn’t come again,” he remembered, fighting his smirk to kiss your neck gently.

“I thought so too,” you sighed, your hips rocking against his hand as your breathing picked up.  “Fuck, don’t stop…”

It was subtle, but he felt you shudder and shake in his grasp, a new wave of warmth soaking his fingers.  He was careful not to let the water wash your come away as he brought the soaked fingers to his lips, eagerly tasting you as you watched him with heavy eyes.  “Want a taste?” he offered, but when you went for his fingers he kissed you instead, revelling in the little hum of satisfaction you released when you tasted yourself on his tongue.

It was you that pulled him closer and deepened the kiss further, weaving your fingers into his hair and moaning a little when he grabbed your waist.

“I should’ve known showering with you wasn’t going to actually be a productive bathing experience,” you laughed when you pulled back, noticeably staring at the way water droplets trickled down his chest.  

“Fine, I’ll let you actually do your whole shower thing,” he relented, “as long as I can borrow your shampoo.”

“Sure, but you’re gonna smell fruity and delicious afterwards,” you warned.

He chuckled a little as he leaned back into the stream of hot water to wet his hair.  “Don’t I already?”

//

You’d never had such an easy time falling asleep in someone’s arms, honestly.  It was so comfortable that you were actually a bit confused when you woke up alone, already pampered by the idea of spending the morning cuddled up with him.  Thankfully, with him living here most days, he was never too far off; you heard movement downstairs and realized he was probably making breakfast for himself since he was one of those natural early risers while you had dozed until— you glanced at the clock to check— 9:53, later than usual for a night you hadn’t been drinking.

Well, Bucky had taken the empty beer bottles from your nightstand for you, but you still remembered that you’d been drinking a little.  Yet certainly most of one beer couldn’t be to blame for you making a move on him; no, that was a purely sober idea, something you’d wanted to do for quite some time, in fact.

Perhaps it was a little misguided.  Maybe it was technically an inappropriate workplace relationship since you were, in a sense, his boss.  But, of every impulsive decision you’d ever made it was definitely your personal favorite.

Hopping up and slipping on a little flowy robe just to not be naked anymore, you rushed downstairs and found Bucky in the kitchen flipping a pancake in the pan.  He glanced back at you, looking a little conflicted, before you observed the plate of assorted fruit waiting for you on the bar.

“Wow, pancakes,” you nodded.

“And fruit,” he reminded you, like you weren’t already munching on a slice of a clementine.  “So it’s healthy.”

“Is this a taste of the ‘Bucky Barnes Boyfriend Experience’?” you chuckled, picking up a grape to eat next.  “Cause so far I’m a fan.”

Bucky’s head whipped around to look back at you, and your face got warm as you realized you'd been assuming that this was a 'getting together' sort of rendezvous and not just a one-night stand.  And maybe that wasn't a fair assumption, based on the way he was blinking back at you in shock.  “Orrrr maybe this is just the ‘Me Misinterpreting Things Experience’ and you just like to use some culinary comfort to soften the blow of the ‘about last night’ talk.”

"No, no," he shook his head, sighing a bit as his expression softened.  “I guess I kind of assumed you were going to regret it."

“Regret… last night?” you finished for him, thoroughly befuddled as you watched him flip the pancake onto a plate which he handed to you.

“Uh, yeah,” he scoffed, like it was obvious, before handing you the container of maple syrup.

“Why?”

“Well,” he shrugged, “‘cause it’s you, and it’s me.  You’re a movie star and I’m the guy who drives your car.  You were having a fun night, you got… caught up in the moment, and I was just in the right place at the right time.”

You took a moment to process that as you chewed your pancake, thankfully managing to swallow the bite before you burst out laughing.  “Oh my god, is that— is that really how you thought this was gonna go down?  After everything that happened last night?”

“Yeah, these aren’t morning-after pancakes, these are please-forgive-me pancakes,” he admitted as he poured another dollop of batter into the pan.  “Can’t you taste the difference?”

"Wait, wait,” you shook your head incredulously, “you thought I was gonna regret sleeping with you, and you still went through with it?"

He laughed a bit at that.  "You were grinding on me and sucking on my fingers.  You must think I'm a saint if you think I could resist that."

“And this was supposed to be your apology… for taking advantage of me…” you tried to reason aloud, still not totally understanding how he could ever question that you would want him.

He shrugged.  "I mean, I dunno… I was prepared to get fired today so you wouldn't have to see me around.  So I guess it was sort of a goodbye, too."

"Was it worth it?  I mean… was the sex worth losing your job?" you asked.  “Hypothetically.”

"Worth losing the paycheck?  Definitely,” he announced, quiet but confident.  “But worth not seeing you again?  No, I don't think so.  When you came down here I was just thinking about how I'd rather keep you as a friend than lose you as a lover."

"That's… poetic," you mumbled.  "Luckily, you don't have to choose.  I fully intend on keeping you around.  If you don't mind."

"Why would I possibly mind that?" he laughed.

“I guess I just feel guilty because if the press finds out you’re my boyfriend, they’ll be all over you.  Your past, your family, any ex-girlfriends…”

His lack of a response made you anxious again.

“Wait, I’m sorry, this conversation is sort of confusing: are you my boyfriend?” you asked nervously.  He laughed, flipping the pancake before looking back at you with a smirk.

“If you want me to be.”

“Yeah,” you answered, perhaps a bit too eagerly, “I do.  If you’re… into that.”

“I am,” he assured.  

“Think of it like a promotion!” you offered with a grin.

“Trust me, I do,” he nodded.  “Does this position come with a raise?”

“No, but a lot more benefits,” you winked.  “And, unfortunately, a lot more baggage.”

“Right, the press.  You really think they’re gonna care?” he raised an eyebrow.

You laughed sympathetically at his innocence.  “Oh my god, you have no idea.  From now on, when we leave the house it’s strictly business— anything else and they’ll be on you like white on rice.”

“Well then we’re not gonna be leaving the house much,” he snickered, “because now that I’ve got my hands on you once, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay away.”

You smiled as he started to lean over the bar to kiss you, but when he moved in just close enough you held up a piece of fruit in front of your mouth, which he took a bite out of instead.  “Slow your roll, Romeo, I’m trying to have an important conversation and you’re trying to distract me.”

“Was it that obvious?” he frowned, sliding another golden brown pancake onto a plate for himself and turning off the stove.

“What I’m trying to tell you is that this is serious stuff.  It’s not too hard to keep it a secret for a while but… it’s just a disclaimer before you agree to anything.”

“Do you give all your potential boyfriends this talk, then?” he asked coyly.

“Well, since I got big I’ve really only dated one guy and he was even more famous than me so... no,” you answered awkwardly.

“Oh, right,” he nodded, getting a little more serious.  “What was it you said they were going to investigate, again?  My past, my family, my ex-girlfriends,” he remembered.

“Yup,” you nodded.  “And any, you know, criminal convictions or whatever.”

“Well, none of those, not much family, barely any ex-girlfriends,” he enumerated, “but a lot of past.”

You solemnly contemplated eating another grape, hoping you had managed to maintain some nonchalance.  “How bad are we talking?”

“Not bad, necessarily,” he mitigated, stopping mid-sentence to grab the pancake with his hand and eat it straight, “but, you know… military.  So not exactly good.”

“Didn’t blow up any orphanages, right?”

“No, not quite,” he laughed, “but I wasn’t a conscientious objector, either.”

“Okay, just keep in mind they’re going to scrutinize everything you ever were before you were my boyfriend,” you informed him.

“‘Your boyfriend’ is the most important thing I’ve ever been.”

The comment took you aback— mostly in a good way, but you weren’t prepared for him to get sentimental like that.  You especially weren’t prepared for the effect it would have on you.  So you, being you, deflected it with a sudden topic change and a raunchy joke.

“Jeez, are you a sadist or something?  ‘Cause I can’t hardly sit in this chair properly, I’m so sore,” you winced.  

“That,” he announced with a grin, pointing at you with the half-eaten pancake in his hand for emphasis, “is the ‘Bucky Barnes Boyfriend Experience.’”

[snowstark]

Pet and Prize.

content warnings: gun use, violence, mafia au, nff.

for @buckybarnesbingo | Y1 - pic of Bucky holding a gun.

link to ao3

See, everyone knew Bucky Barnes. He was the biggest mafia boss in all of New York City, and what Barnes wanted, Barnes got.

And he wanted Tony.

The entire day had been a shitstorm for Tony. Rumlow had been gradually sending him on more and more dangerous operations, ones that involved more risk, ones that could potentially end with him behind bars for doing Rumlow’s dirty work for him.

Tony wasn't an idiot. He knew he was bait for the traps that Rumlow set up, that he was being sacrificed to get the cops off of Rumlow's back. He'd accepted it, really. Didn’t mean he liked it, though.

“What the fuck are you still doing standing in front of me?” Rumlow spat at his feet, making him stiffen. “I told you to go.”

“And I told you I wouldn’t, because going to raid Barnes’ warehouse is a literal death wish.” Tony jerked his chin up defiantly, scowling. “Do you realize what we are compared to him? We’re ants, okay? He’s going to fucking step on me and squish me.”

Also, he may or may not have a crush on the mafia boss, and he was not about to risk being shot in the stomach after getting distracted by ogling the man. That would definitely be the saddest way to die.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Rumlow snarled, grabbing him by the collar. “I’ll turn you over to him myself if you don’t get out there.”

Tony spat in Rumlow’s face, then stormed out, grabbing his pistols and shoving them into the holsters.

Everyone knew where Barnes lived. That wasn’t the issue.

The problem was the fact that the moment Tony stepped near the warehouse, he was caught by none other than Bucky Barnes himself.

Tony was flipped onto his back without mercy, making him groan and double over, and he opened his eyes to see the gun that Barnes was pointing right at his face.

“You win,” Tony tried, raising his hands.

Barnes didn’t budge.

“I don’t do well under duress,” Tony added, nodding towards the gun.

“Shut up.”

Right.

Tony was grabbed by his shoulder, hauled to his feet, and dragged into the warehouse. Tied up to a pole, arms behind his back, gun still pointed at his face. “I didn’t know you did your work yourself,” he said meekly. “Thought you would’ve had more men with you.”

Barnes’ jaw flexed. He holstered his gun, then drew closer, circling him like a hungry hyena. He stopped in front of Tony after making a full circle, leaning close enough for Tony to swallow hard, because yes, okay, fine, he was intimidated. Scared shitless.

Fucking Rumlow. Tony was going to kill him. He was going to stab him, gouge his eyes out, and then shove his fist up his ass, tell him to eat shit, tell him that—

“You know,” Barnes purred, making Tony snap back to attention, “a little birdie told me this morning that you’d be coming my way.” He tilted his head, eyes flicking from Tony’s gaze, down to his throat, then back up to his face. “I’ve seen you a few times around here. Rumlow’s right hand, hm? Piece of shit.”

“We agree on one thing, at least,” Tony said meekly.

Barnes grinned. “You’re prettier up close.”

Tony swallowed. You’re hotter up close.

Barnes reached out, metal fingers flexing, and he tipped Tony’s chin up with it before letting it drift up to his lips.

Almost instinctively, Tony’s lips parted, and he drew them into his mouth. The sharp tang of metal flooded his mouth and he shuddered as Barnes watched him, looking fascinated.

After a few moments, he pulled them out and grinned at Tony. “Oh, yes. We’re going to have a lot of fun together, aren’t we?”

Tony’s cock twitched in agreement.

__________

Tony was Bucky’s right hand.

He was also Bucky’s pet.

Bucky never failed to remind him of the debt that Tony owed him for freeing him from Rumlow's sketchy operations. And truth be told, Tony did owe Bucky. He’d gone from being Rumlow’s pitbull to Bucky’s prized possession.

Bucky said Tony was the best, and that was why he was Bucky's. Because Bucky only ever indulged in the best of the best. Tony was the best assassin, the best lover, the best cock-sucker. Bucky's best, forever.

“You're thinking too much.”

Tony startled. He stiffly turned to glance at Bucky, who was looking at him with barely concealed amusement.

The man was seated on his throne—there was really no other word for it. It was brass-coloured, covered with a blood-red cushion in the back and seat, and the arms of the chair had intricate designs etched onto them in gold.

“What's wrong, sweetcheeks?” Bucky chuckled.

“Don't call me that,” Tony muttered distastefully.

“Pet, then.”

“Don't call me that either.”

“I'll call you whatever I damn want to. Baby.”

Tony bit back his smile.

“What're you thinkin’ about, huh?”

“You.”

“Yeah?” Bucky smirked. “Well, then, why don't you come here and show me how you were thinking about me?”

Tony shifted onto his knees, grinning back. Mouthing at Bucky's clothed knee, tasting the fabric of his suit pants, he glanced up to check Bucky's expression. Seeing that he was still gazing down at Tony with a fond look on his face, he continued his efforts until he’d traced his way up to the bulge in Bucky's pants.

Bucky pressed his hands into Tony's hair as a form of silent praise, carding them through and making Tony relax minutely.

Tony wordlessly drew Bucky’s cock out, then took the head into his mouth, making sure he was wet and sloppy for the man. Bucky always got relaxed and affectionate and soft after Tony made him come, and Tony knew it was a privilege to even get to witness that side of Bucky.

Bucky's breath hitched, and he leaned back. “Fuck, baby. The mouth on you.”

Tony let his eyes flutter shut, feeling Bucky’s hands tighten in his hair into fists, and let himself be guided all the way down.

"So pretty," Bucky added, voice low and rough. “You gonna pay your debt off like this, aren't you? Gonna be good for me?”

Tony swallowed around his cock, making Bucky swear under his breath, and he moved to start bobbing his head in earnest when—

The door was kicked open with a shout, and before Tony even knew what he was doing, he twirled a pistol into his hand from Bucky’s holster and shot it.

The man fell onto the ground. Dead.

Blood roaring in his ears, Tony approached and rolled him onto his back, hissing with disdain.

He jumped when Bucky placed a hand at the small of his back. “One of Rumlow's men?”

“Yes.”

“He's dead, sweetheart. I'll get Steve to get rid of him. Jesus, he's gonna stain the carpet.” Bucky sounded rather put off by that, scowling at the growing puddle of blood. “It's fine. We'll buy a new one.”

Tony laughed, but before he could say anything, Bucky moved first.

“Always so good at protecting me,” the man purred, and slipped his hand down to press the palm of his hand to Tony's dick, making Tony shudder. “I think you deserve a reward.”

Yes, he did.