Summary ~ Thereâs nothing worse for a deity than to be abandoned by their maker. Youâre saved by the one whoâs watched you for centuries, Morpheus, the King of Dreams.....But your rescue comes with a price.
Warnings: Smut, Dark Dream/Morpheus x Goddess Reader, Psychological Manipulation, Possessiveness, Obsession, NonCon/DubCon, Power Imbalance, Gaslighting, Captivity, Gothic Horror, Gothic Romance
Part 1, Part 2
There is no pain quite like becoming unwanted by the one who made you.
Once, you had stepped into Desireâs throne room like a second sun, burning, bright, impossible to look away from. Your lips were wine-dark, your skin kissed by golden fire, your presence magnetic. You had been their finest creation. Their favorite.
Now, when you return⌠they barely glance your way.
Their eyes donât linger. Their praise doesnât come. There is no punishment, only a subtler cruelty: silence. Distance. As if they are already unmaking you in their mind.
You feel the withering. Your power, once effortless, stutters. Where once you radiated seduction, now you are a pale beauty fading at the edges. Lips turned pink, hair no longer gleaming, the heat of divine attention gone.
When you place the pouch of sand at their feet, Desire snorts, tosses it back with two fingers.
âIt doesnât open for me,â they say, disinterested. âMust be broken.â
Still⌠later in the privacy of your own chambers, when you open the pouch and it responds to your touch, warm, alive, you feel a chill curl around your spine.
You try to hide among mortals, lean into old habits. You charm oneâa soft-eyed poet, full of yearning. But where it once took a glance, now it drains you. Your beauty sways him, but itâs a performance wrung from exhaustion.
When he grows obsessive, when his affection turns sharp, you use the last flicker of your charm to escape him.
You let your lips brush his jaw. Whispered sweet nothings into the shell of his ear. You let your fingers drift across his chest, slow and trembling. You laughed softlyâŚ.too softly, tucking your head beneath his chin like a lover who had simply needed a moment to remember her place.
And when he relaxed, when he sighed like a man forgiven by God, you slipped free.
You walked away on trembling legs, heart hammering like a frightened bird against its cage.
What once had been effortless, naturalâŚ..now drained you.
The glamour flickered like a dying candle. You felt it leave you in pieces, through your breath, your pulse, the weight of each step. By the time you returned to your chambers, your limbs shook from exhaustion. Your hands could barely unlace your corset. Your body felt brittle.
And worst of allâŚ
You couldnât stop yourself.
You tried.
But sleep claimed you.
And for the first time in ages, you dreamed.
You, who had been born outside the edges of dreams.
You, who once danced through the realm of sleep like a shadow no god could grasp.
You, who had been untouchable.
Now, you were vulnerable.
Soft.
Open.
Unprotected.
And the Dreaming welcomed you like a lover who had been waiting far too long.
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The dream began with roses.
Dead, poisoned roses.
They bloomed from the marble floor of a cathedral built from bone and starlight, each black petal curling with frost, rimmed in blood. The altar dripped red like a wounded thing. Columns wept rusted wax. The vaulted ceiling groaned under the weight of skulls, cracked and silent, stitched together by strands of hair and blood to form a grotesque tapestry.
And you stood in the center of it all.
Barefoot. Pale.
Blood dripped from the ceiling like rain, cold and slick across your shoulders.
No longer the divine terror you once were.
Your beauty had withered into something tragic, lips faded to soft pink instead of red, skin leached of its golden warmth, hair dulled like wet ash. The glamour you once wore like armor now clung to you in tattered fragments. Every breath felt like a thread pulled too tight through your ribs.
Still, you lifted your chin.
You were Desireâs creation. A weapon forged in want. You would not flinch.
âI am not afraid of dreams,â you spat into the gloom.
The voice that answered was familiar, his voice, the voice of your soulmate. But no longer gentle. No longer reverent. It was laced now with betrayal. With anger.
âNo. But you should be afraid of memory.â
Morpheus.
Your name echoed through the cathedral, whispered by unseen mouths. Then the whispers took shape, voices you recognized, lovers from centuries past, their words twisted in awe, broken by agony.
And thenâ
The first door opened.
From it stumbled Paris of Troy, no longer golden, no longer radiant. One half of his face was burned to bone, blackened and raw. His left eye sealed shut by melted skin. In his hand, he still clutched the shattered remnants of a laurel crown, blood-soaked, skeletal fingers curled tight.
âYou told me I was worth the war,â he hissed. âSo I gave you my world. And you vanished when the fire reached the gates.â
The second door creaked open.
Lord Byron stepped through, lips tinged blue with opium, fingers smeared in half-dried ink. One hand held a torn manuscript, slit down the center like a wound, the pages fluttering like dying wings. Blood dripped slowly from his ears, soaking the collar of his ruined cravat.
âYou made agony divine,â he whispered. âAnd I drank it like wine. You kissed me once and left a thousand sonnets to rot.â
Next came Hamlet, barefoot and wide-eyed, a tattered doublet clinging with graveyard rot. Maggots squirmed in his matted curls. In his trembling hands, he carried a cracked mirror, and in it, your reflection smiled back.
But it was not your face.
It was older. Monstrous. Your eyes glowed with cruelty. Your smile was ruin incarnate.
Tristan followed, limping, the hilt of a broken sword lodged deep in his stomach. His once-white tunic clung like rotted flesh, crusted thick with coagulated blood and festering grime.
His hollow eyes gaped wide, empty pits of silent accusation, while darkened veins writhed beneath pallid, bruised skin.
You took an involuntary step back, trembling in fear, disgust, guilt, and still they came.
Dante, tongue cut out, scribbling his sorrow in blood across scraps of ruined parchment, his tears falling for a Beatrice he could no longer speak of.
Poe, eyes sunken, mouth dripping blood. A dead raven clung to his shoulder, whispering your name like a death knell.
Each man, a monument to your sins.
Each, a ruin that bore your mark.
A shrine of grief. A mirror of destruction.
You stepped back. Slowly. Trembling.
The cathedral walls crept inward. The incense turned to rot. Blood trickled faster down the columns like veins bleeding into the floor.
And thenâŚ.his voice.
âYou made them into tragedies.â
You turned.
And there he stood.
The King of Dreams.
Tall. Still. Terrible.
His cloak bled starlight and shadow. His eyes burned like dying stars, betrayal, desire, grief, fury, all woven into a gaze that pierced through centuries. The hem of his coat dragged sand behind him, and wherever it touched, the marble cracked and rotted away.
He lifted a hand.
The nightmare obeyed.
The lovers fell to their knees, marionettes now. Their mouths twisted into soundless screams.
âYou call it love,â he said coldly. âBut what you do, it devours.â
You clenched your fists.
âI never forced themââ
âNo,â he said. âYou enchanted them. You let them believe they were gods in your gaze. You gave them a taste of forever and left them to rot.â
A cold wind howled through the cathedral, unnatural and sharp as razors. The corpses wailed.
Their mouths opened too wide. Their teeth crumbled like chalk. Their eyes poured ink and ash. And still, they reached for you. Fingers missing. Skin peeling.
You turned, tried to flee.
But he was already there.
âTell me,â he whispered, his voice like velvet pulled over knives, âdo you even remember their names? Or only how they made you feel?â
You shook. You remembered them. Their warmth. Their songs. Their tears.
But you also remembered your purpose. Desire had made you to be worshipped, to be wanted. You had tried once to be more.
But gods do not escape their natureâŚ..A wolf will feed. Even if it loves the lamb.
âNot like this,â you murmured. âNot when you throw it in my face like a funeral dirge.â
His hands gripped your shoulders.
Too tight.
You felt the rage coil beneath his touch. But worse, far worse was the longing.
âI should let their ghosts tear you apart,â he said, voice cracking like marble under weight.
His hands gripped your shoulders, drawing you close. Too close.
âBut I am selfish too,â he murmured against your lips. âAnd I want you all to myself.â
You tilted your head, defiant still.
âThen punish me.â
His voice dropped to a velvet snarl.
âThis is not punishment. This is prophecy.â
And thenâŚthe cathedral collapsed.
The skulls above shattered like glass. The stained windows screamed. The loversâ bodies burst into ash, their wails folding into the stone. A storm of grief howled around you. The roses withered black.
And as the temple of your sins came crashing downâ
You fell.
Into darkness.
Into him.
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You landed hard on the altar, gasping. The kiss tore through you like wine through an open wound. Hot. Violent. Claiming.
He pushed you back, onto a black marble altar rising from the floor like a tomb.
âYou are cruel,â he whispered, trailing fingers down your thighs. âBut even cruelty can be worshipped.â
His mouth moved to your throat, biting, sucking, leaving bruises in the shape of possession.
âIâve dreamed of you.â
A thrust of his hips against yours.
âIâve borne the silence of your absence, and now youâre finally hereâŚmine.â
You writhed beneath him, too breathless to retort. He tore the silk from your hips, fingers sliding into your heat.
âIs this what you gave to them?â he snarled. âThis sweetness? These cries?â
You tried to lift your chin in defiance. But then he thrust into you.
Hard.
Deep.
You gasped, head thrown back, pleasure and pain twisting tight in your gut.
âYou wore their crowns,â he growled. âYou drank their devotion like wine.â
Another thrust. Your fingers scrambled at the altar for purchase.
âBut you never let them in. Not like this.â
His pace was punishing now, each snap of his hips an accusation.
âYou think I havenât seen them?â he snarled into your ear. âThe way they begged? The way you smiled when they succumbed to their desire for you and fell into ruin?â His hand slipped to your throat, just the lightest pressure.
You were drenched.
Burning.
Ravaged.
âYou wear your heartlessness like armor,â he murmured. âBut I will make you feel.â
You sobbedâŚ.half-laughing, half-breaking.
Because you hated him. You needed him. You would never admit it. But his name was already slipping from your lips.
MorpheusâŚ.MorpheusâŚ.Morpheus.
He stilled inside you. And pulled out.
You gasped in protest, until he gripped your jaw, tilted your head back, and spilled his essence across your face.
Hot.
Claiming.
Sacred.
âIf you would rather be Desireâs whore than be my queen,â he said darkly, âthen I will treat you like one. But youâll dream of me when they abandon you. And youâll wake aching for the only one who never begged for your loveâŚ.only your surrender.â
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You awoke on the floor of your sanctuary, trembling. Your skin glowed faintly, unnaturally. You could still feel him inside you, his voice echoing in your bones.
Then your eyes fell to the pouch. It lay just beyond your outstretched hand. Dreamâs sand. Glinting faintly. Whispering louder than thought.
You stared.
In your chest, shame bloomed, hot and suffocating. Shame that you had let him have you. That you had wanted him. That you'd whispered his name like a vow in the hollow of your dream.
Rage followed. At him. At yourself.
You reached for the pouch. And in one trembling breath, one moment of weakness, you opened it. The power shimmered, seductive, endless, singing with the voice of galaxies.
You told yourself it would only be once.
Only a taste.
Just enough to remind yourself who you were.
But you remembered Rachel. The mortal woman who had breathed Dreamâs sand and unraveled.You had watched her fall to pieces in a haze of fantasy, her skin turned to shadow, her mind to ash.
But you were no mortal.
You were a goddess.
You inhaled the dream sand.
And your body lit like a temple set aflame.
Color rushed back to your lips,red, rich, full.
Your skin shimmered, kissed gold by memory. Your laughter spilled out sharp, too bright, cracking the silence like glass. You were yourself again.
Or something like it.
The power surged through you like an old friend returned from war, loving, brutal, unstoppable.You laughed, softly.
Yes. There you were again.
But thenâ
The mirror across the room rippled.Just slightly. Like breath on glass. You turned. Nothing moved. And yet your reflection ..... didnât blink when you did.
For a moment, your smile hung on your face like a mask, too fixed, too sharp. You looked at your own eyes and thought: Thatâs not how they used to look. You blinked.
And the reflection was fine.
The mirror was whole. Still, the back of your neck prickled.
Not with fear. Not yet.
Just a flicker of doubt.
Like waking from a dream you hadnât realized you were dreaming.
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synopsis â when the assistant job you were desperately hoping to get turns into a fake dating scheme, you begin to understand the saying of âmoney can buy everythingâ. your new boss needs a girlfriend more than he needs someone to schedule appointments, and you could never say no to a larger pay check. especially when your boss is rich. filthy rich.
or â when your assistant job feels more like a sugar baby position
warning tags â SMUT 18+, fluff, angst, unfair power dynamics, typical misogyny, eventual BDSM-adjacent smut, reader has a backstory but it wonât be relevant for a while
Description: You find yourself in an empty room between the High Lord and the Shadowsinger.
Warnings: Smut, Threesome, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Oral, Cum Eating, Orgasm denial (a bit, kind of)
Word Count: 10,620
Rating: 18+
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Nothing could have prepared you for the way this evening would unfold when you left your house, something like this only seemed possible in your dreams. The events that led up to this moment were getting hazier with every stroke of the Shadowsinger's tongue against yours, strong hands holding onto your waist and hips, pulling you impossibly closer, until you could feel his own heart beating against yours.
You almost didn't even show up, seriously considering coming up with an excuse to politely decline the High Lord's invitation so you could stay in, curled under your fuzzy blanket, reading a book while the rain fell outside. These types of parties aren't exactly your cup of tea, and the ones you actually get invited to are few and far in between. In fact, you were still not entirely sure why you had been invited tonight in the first place.
A simple scribe sent in from a different court to aid some of the Night Court's libraries couldn't be too important. Your work wasn't even in the Hewn City, but in the surrounding, smaller towns - strangely enough the name of the city where you've spent the last few days, before returning to the Court of Nightmares seems to be evading your mind, you usually have an excellent memory, must be the wine.
You certainly weren't as important as the other guests present, and some of the court's denizens seemed to agree with the fact, not trying to hide their distaste for your presence here. None of the other scribes or librarians had been invited, leaving you by yourself, sitting by a quieter corner of the big, ostentatious ballroom, missing your friends back in the Winter Court.
It was in that exact corner that Azriel had found you, watching the crowd mingle while nursing a glass of champagne, deciding to be a good host and keep you company. This much hadn't come as a surprise, it was obvious the Spymaster didn't enjoy big gatherings such as these, but as polite as he always had been with you, you had never expected him to come talk to you outside of work. From the few glances his way, you could tell he wasn't exactly adored in the Court of Nightmares either, though the fear was a lot more pronounced in everyone's eyes than whatever judgment they held for the shadowsinger.
With him by your side, the boring party had quickly turned into the best time you've had in years, as you laughed along with him and tried not to blush too much at his captivating words and the undivided attention he was showing you, at the bright, boyish grins he was sharing with you.
As the hours passed and the party dwindled, some people started to leave while others started gathering in smaller groups around the room, drunkenly telling each other stories and laughing together. Your intention had been to leave when you noticed how late it had gotten and how few people remained in the ballroom, seeing as your accommodations were outside the Hewn City, usually convenient since it made it easier for you to travel wherever you needed to go.
When you made your wishes known to Azriel, he immediately offered to accompany you, but then one thing led to another, and you ended up in a vacant office instead, sitting on top of the dark mahogany desk with him standing between your legs, kissing and touching each other like your lives depended on it.
To say you hadn't imagined this exact scenario a million times before would have been a boldfaced lie. The spymaster had taken hold of your mind ever since the first time you laid your eyes on him, and really who could blame you? This male was impossibly captivating, his beauty only heightened by his mysterious demeanor and polite disposition, by his imposing frame and the tall wings draped behind his back, the slightly curly, dark hair giving him a boyish look as it fell over his forehead. And his shadows, swirling around his body, whispering every dirty little secret they can find in his ear.
It's no secret the Night Court's Inner Circle are some of the most beautiful fae anyone has ever seen, especially the High Lord with his ethereal purple eyes and silver tongue, so when you were sent to aid the recently crowned Lord of Night as a show of allyship from your home court, you had been more than excited. What you couldn't have predicted was for any of these otherworldly fae to notice you at all, but as Azriel's scent deepens with arousal, a groan escaping him as you tug on his soft curls, you realize you might have been selling yourself short.
The delicious sound sends pleasure coursing through your veins. You let your hands wander down to his shoulders, wanting to take his jacket off so you could feel his skin on yours, but not knowing how to do it without disturbing his wings. Ilyrians are extremely protective of their wings and you don't want to do anything that he wasn't comfortable with.
Azriel must have noticed your hesitation as he pulls back, âIs something wrong?â It takes you a moment to focus on his face, a shiver running down your spine at the hunger you find etched into his beautiful features.
âIt's nothing,â the words coming out breathy, prompting you to swallow before continuing, âI wanted to take off your jacket but I'm not sure howâŚâ He lets out an amused breath, a smile taking over his face as he leans down for a quick kiss before pulling away from you slightly, hands reaching out behind him to unbutton his jacket.
Both his jacket and shirt are pulled over his head in a matter of seconds, and your hands move to hold his waist, not being able to stop yourself from staring at the view. Fingers come up to trace the bargain marks swirling over his chest and shoulders, traveling down his arms, as he throws the clothes to the floor, taking a good look at your blushing face before grabbing your neck firmly and using his grip to pull you in for another passionate kiss.
Sadly, his hand doesn't linger around your throat, choosing to hold onto your thighs instead as he pulls you against him once more, wrapping your legs around him, fusing your bodies together. You feel him shuddering softly when your rake your nails over his scalp, but there's no time to revel in it before his hands start traveling up past your hips, taking your dress with them until he could easily reach your panties, tucking his fingers under the lace on either side, the rough skin sending goosebumps swimming across your body.
He pulls his mouth away from yours, resulting in an otherwise embarrassing whine to escape you. Any other noise of protest is silenced as he starts pressing messy, wet kisses down your neck, strong hand holding your jaw and maneuvering your head however he wants you. The marks he was leaving behind were probably going to give you trouble tomorrow, but in this moment you couldn't care less.
You let him have his fun for a while, breathy moans leaving your lips as he took turns nibbling and sucking on your skin, canine teeth teasing the side of your neck, tongue soothing the deeper bites, the ones that would still be etched into your skin come morning. But at some point you start missing his taste, impatience moving you to tug on his hair to get his attention, and judging by the smirk you feel pressed against your feverish skin, it has the intended effect.
Azriel leaves one more kiss on the column of your throat before giving in to your silent demand, coming up to press your lips together again, and allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck to keep him in place, moaning at your eagerness.
The feeling of him against you was mind numbing, you didn't know if you wanted to keep kissing him forever, or if you should give him the same treatment he gave you, and start running your mouth over every bit of deliciously looking exposed skin. You run your hand down his torso at the thought, deciding that you need something else entirely when your fingers move past the muscles he's worked so hard for, the scars he'd survived from, to follow a path of hair leading down to his waistband.
At this your intentions become clear and the kiss intensifies, getting messier as Azriel explores every corner of your mouth, your hands fumbling to unbutton his pants and his following suit, fingers easily finding the small zipper keeping your dress in place, ready to take it off.
âWhat do we have here?â
An amused voice startles you, a familiar surge of power filtering into the room, making you tense and push away from Azriel, trying to get away from him in an effort to make yourself look as presentable as you could. However, Azriel doesn't move or allow you to, keeping you in place as his shadows move to cover the both of you - you hadn't even noticed they were scattered around the room and not on his person as they usually prefered to be.
You feel him relax softly as he realizes who interrupted you, but this realization had the opposite effect on you. The person standing at the door was none other than the High Lord of the Night Court, and he had just found you half naked and about to fuck his Spymaster in his house, presumably on top of his desk. Azriel keeps one hand on the small of your back comfortingly as he stares at Rhysand, and you try to move away once more, your mind racing to find a way to apologize and leave as quickly as possible.
âYou don't have to stop on my account,â he purrs, âYou were putting on quite the show.â
The suggestive tone in his voice makes you momentarily forget your predicament, turning your head back to watch him, the sight prompting a small gasp past your lips. Rhysand had shed his jacket since the last time you'd seen him in the middle of the ballroom, his silk shirt was unbuttoned well past his chest as well, giving you a tantalizing view of his chest, his usually perfectly styled hair messy as if he'd been running his hand through it, a few strands falling over his forehead. He truly looked like temptation personified, but that wasn't anything new, what caught your attention was the desire on his face.
As the silence stretches uncomfortably in the room, you realize they must be speaking to each other in their minds using Rhysand's daemati abilities. Neither of them looks mad or worried, which allows you to relax at last, but you're still confused about the whole situation, and the way your underwear sticks to your folds isn't helping you think. You also feel a little left out as they keep watching each other, exchanging words that go unspoken, as if you weren't there in the first place. Seeing as they seem distracted enough, you take the opportunity to push away from Azriel and hop down from the table, not going far since his hands fall on your hips immediately, keeping you close as he finally looks down at you.
âI mean it, Az. We can both have her. You know I don't mind sharing, much less with you,â the High Lord finally says out loud.
The intensity in Azriel's beautiful hazel eyes, and the weight of his grip on your hips distract you for a moment, not allowing you to understand Rhysand's words right away, but when the implication clicks in your mind, you turn around abruptly, facing the High Lord with wide eyes. Azriel lets you, one of his hands leaving your hip in favor of holding onto the desk as he too studies the male who interrupted you.
âWhat do you mean?â
You had surmised that their little mental conversation had been about you, but hearing Rhysand's proposition had made every thought evaporate from your mind. You'd rather hear every word out of their minds, lest your body gets any ideas before you can comprehend what's going on. You'd also appreciate being kept in the loop.
Rhysand watches you for a second, purple irises appreciatively roaming over your entire form before holding your gaze. Azriel's shadows were still draped over you, but, since he was the High Lord of Night, you're not sure if he could actually see through them as well. It certainly felt like he could as his eyes burned into you, your body reacting as if he was actually touching you.
It seems he's searching your face for something, though you're not exactly sure what and have no time to think on it as he reaches a conclusion, a smirk appearing on his face as he starts walking around the desk with unhurried steps until he reaches you. Your body unknowingly followed him, and Azriel followed yours, until Rhysand was standing right in front of you, your neck bent so you could look up at him, and the shadowsinger stood behind you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his naked body, keeping you stuck in between the two irresistible males.
Rhysand's hand comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear, thumb moving to hold your chin, the golden rings he wears cool against your burning skin, as he finally answers your question, talking slowly, clearly, âIt's no secret you want us both, darling,â
âWhat?â
If it wasn't for his hand holding your face, you would have looked away in shame the second the words left his mouth. His amused, self-satisfied expression doesn't help either.
âYou're not exactly good at hiding your emotions,â he taps your left cheek twice with his finger, proving his point as your breath hitches and you fail miserably to school your expression, his wicked smile growing, before he pulls his hand away and adds, âYour thoughts tend to be particularly loud as well.â
This gives you pause, heart stalling in your chest. You're more than aware of his daemati abilities, but you also had seen him be nothing but respectful of others' wishes when using them. The Night Court has always been known to be conniving, even cruel, but you've had enough contact with the Winter Court's High Lord and seen enough important figures from other courts to know that this only meant they'd rather people know how far they could go than hide behind pleasant, fake masks. After meeting the Inner Circle personally, you were even more sure of this. You had never thought it possible that he would read your mind against your will but now you weren't so sure.
Rhysand continues, as if he was really privy to your thoughts and knew where your mind had gone, âOf course I try my best not to hear any of them, but it's very tempting when I hear my own name.â
âYou're scaring her, Rhys,â Azriel warns.
His voice cuts through your spiraling thoughts and the tension in the room, prompting both you and Rhysand to look at him. You had almost forgotten he was still here, and when his gaze meets yours, you wonder how that was even possible.
You take a step to the side and lean against the desk so you could keep your eyes on both of them as you talk. It was also a way of getting a moment to breathe without their scents suffocating you, giving you too many unfiltered thoughts, especially since you weren't sure if they were only yours anymore. Rhysand seems to sober up at his Spymaster's words, the amused expression leaving his face almost completely as he reaches to hold your hand carefully, squeezing it once comfortingly before speaking.
âMy mistake. I was just having a bit of fun, darling. I promise I never went into your mind without your knowledge. I also do my best to leave the room when I find myself unable to tune your thoughts out.â You can hear the sincerity in his voice, and that paired with the way he was holding your hand in his larger one, as if it was a normal occurrence, made you relax. âBut my point still stands, it's impossible not to notice the way you look at me, and at Az.â
You're certainly no spymaster but you didn't think you were that obvious either. No one had ever called you out on anything of the sort. Your eyes fall on the silent shadowsinger, wondering if it was obvious for him as well, even if he can't hear your unusually loud thoughts as Rhysand had put it. Azriel's face gives nothing away, if it wasn't for the way his scent changed since you walked into this room and the obvious bulge straining in his pants, anyone that wandered in would believe you were actually talking about something as insignificant as the weather. He's making no efforts to soothe you so you suppose that's answer enough. He wouldn't be a very good Spymaster if he couldn't even notice the female gawking at him every time he's in the room after all.
âSo you meanâŚâ you trail off, not wanting to jump to conclusions as you look from one male to the other. This all seemed too good to be true, you were half sure you'd wake up in a few moments to find yourself in your bed, and this had all been a cruel trick your mind came up with.
âYou can have us both, darling,â he confirms, squeezing your hand.
âUnless you want to stop,â Azriel reassures.
âNo,â you're fast to say. Nerves or no nerves, you would see this through. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. That amused expression returns to Rhysand's face at your outburst, and it seems to be contagious as it travels to Azriel's face, albeit more muted. You swallow and try to calm your heart, wanting to do things right so as not to ruin the moment.
âI don't want to stop, but how are we doing this?â You ask slowly, trying not to let the heat of their stares get to you.
You wouldn't say you're particularly shy or inexperienced when it comes to sex, but you've never been with two people at the same time. It doesn't help that they happen to be two of the most beautiful males you've ever laid eyes on, not to mention one is the only Shadowsinger in Prythian, maybe the world, and the other is the High Lord of the Night Court, the strongest in history. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, trying to rub your thighs together as discreetly as possible at the thought. Of course the movement doesn't go unnoticed, both of the males' eyes glazing over further as their gazes dip down to your center before meeting yours again.
âI was quite enjoying myself watching the two of you, and it's only fair to let Azriel go first. He already started after all.â
âWe can move to one of the rooms if you want,â Azriel offers kindly. He's proving to be such a sweetheart next to the menace standing beside him. You nod, a bed would be a lot easier to work with than this desk.
In the blink of an eye, you're winnowed to a dark room. Not having enough time to fully take in the ornate decorations around the room before Rhysand leans down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek and moves to a reading chair, pulling it closer to the bed before sitting down, a glass of whiskey appearing on his hand out of thin air. It seems he meant it when he said he wanted to watch.
âYou can let me see her now, Az.â You hadn't even noticed his shadows were still clinging to your skin, keeping your flushed body hidden away from Rhysand's hungry eyes.
Azriel does as his High Lord asks, sending his shadows to every corner of the room until not one is covering either of you. It's a strange sight, to see the shadowsinger bare of his shadows.
His hands move to take your dress off, pulling it over your head in a single movement. It seems the urgency from before was returning as he pulled you in for another kiss, your hands moving around his neck on instinct. As he starts walking you backwards towards the bed, your brain regrettably catches up to you once more, reminding you that you're in the Night Court on business, so being caught in this situation could make you lose the job you've worked so hard for, and so you break the kiss to ask, âAre you sure no one will see us?â You almost whine when he stops, even if it was your own fault.
âI won't let anyone come in this room,â he promises, staring into your eyes.
âHe did.â
âThis is my house, darling,â Rhysand clarifies from his chair, âWe're the only ones here.â
Azriel rolls his eyes softly, leaning down to kiss you again, noticeably slower than before. Taking his time to coax your body to follow his, hands moving over you appreciatively, almost reverently. He moves down your neck, biting over the same marks he had left before, allowing your body to relax further into him.
âBreathe,â he mumbles against your skin.
âI'd hate to think my presence won't allow you to relax.â It's certainly making you all tingly. âI've been nothing but good to you.â
âI'm just a bit nervous.â
âI can keep Rhysand quiet if you want,â Azriel says, completely serious, making you smile, any lingering tension leaving your muscles at the offer. You would actually love to see how Azriel would keep the High Lord quiet, something tells you he would succeed.
âThat's not it. I justâŚâ you bite your lip, hand moving to hold the back of his neck, playing with the short hair growing in, âI've never done this before,â you confess.
âThis?â
âI mean having someone watching me,â you explain, not wanting them to think you don't want to do this.
Azriel hums, thumb caressing your cheek as he leans in. âJust let me take care of you,â he says, tilting your head how he wants it, lips bumping against yours with every word, âYou won't even remember he's still here.â
âWe'll see about that,â Rhysand chuckles, sending a small burst of his power over the room, prompting a shiver to run down your spine, Azriel's too judging by the way his body trembled against yours, even his wings twitched a bit - you wonder if the High Lord noticed that, if he liked it.
The shadowsinger chooses to ignore him in favor of tasting you again. Deepening the kiss immediately as he continues his journey towards the bed, uninterrupted this time, carefully pushing you down on the mattress, his body following yours, his warmth never leaving you. You don't miss the way he arranges your bodies so that Rhysand can watch everything he does to you from his seat by the side of the bed. When he pulled out that chair, you hadn't noticed how close he had placed it, but even with both yours and Azriel's labored breaths filling your ears, Rhysand was close enough that you could still hear his, could smell his arousal deepening his scent, the same way he could hear and smell you as well.
As your thoughts wander, Azriel breaks away from your mouth so he can travel down your body, as if he had the same mind reading abilities as his High Lord and wanted all your attention on him. Leaving wet kisses in his wake, sharp canine teeth teasing your skin and warm tongue tasting the sheen of sweat forming all over your body, he achieves just that, your mind not even remembering the violet eyes burning into you.
At last, his mouth finds the hem of your panties, tugging on the fabric playfully with his teeth and letting them snap against your skin. You let out a soft gasp at that, getting up on your elbows so you can watch him better, meeting his gaze. His hulking body was sprawled on the bed, huge wings thrown to the sides, out of his way, as he grabs your thighs and pulls them apart, making you plant your feet on the mattress so he can fit himself between your legs better, the backs of your soft thighs meeting the hard muscle of his shoulders.
âAzriel,â you pant, needing him to do something. The way he studies the damp fabric clinging to your folds making you tremble with desire. The hum that comes from deep in his chest when hearing his name not helping your case. Your hands fist the sheets until your knuckles turn white, trying to stop yourself from grabbing his head and guiding him right where you need him.
Taking pity on you, he moves in, but not before letting his hot breath meet your damp skin, just so he could hear you say his name in that breathy tone one more time. Pressing an open mouthed kiss over the drenched fabric, he lets out a moan of his own.
âHow does she taste?â
Azriel looks into your eyes, smirking at the shiver that crosses your body as you're reminded of your audience. âAbsolutely perfect,â he murmurs, still pressed against you.
Rhysand shifts in his chair, but you don't have the opportunity to see what he's doing because Azriel hooks his thumb under the lace barely covering your heat in that same moment. He pushes your panties aside and repeats the same motion as before, tasting you properly this time. After licking a broad stripe across your cunt, he lets his tongue swirl around your clit, once, twice, humming when you moan his name again, head falling back against the mattress, hands finally moving to tangle in his soft hair, not caring about anything else besides the pleasure he's giving you, thinking he would continue.
The annoyingly attractive smirk from before grows even larger when you whimper and lift your head to look down at him in protest, almost pouting when he pulls away suddenly and lets your underwear snap back into place. You might have been too quick to assume he was nicer than Rhysand. He shushes you mockingly, getting up on his knees as scarred hands move to your sides, squeezing the flesh appreciatively before grabbing hold of your panties and running them down your legs slowly, taking the obstructive fabric off and leaving your body completely naked for his eyes to feast on.
Azriel doesn't take his eyes off you as he balls the fabric a bit, throwing it blindly at Rhysand, who easily catches them with a satisfied smirk on his face. The High Lord had completely unbuttoned his shirt at some point, letting the dark silk frame his body as he lounged in the chair. Not that you had any doubts, but he was truly mesmerizing. He winks at you when he finds you watching him, bringing the glass down from his lips as one hand - the one still holding onto the thrown underwear - travels to his crotch, squeezing himself and letting out an obscene moan, closing his eyes at the stimulation. Azriel is breathing hard in front of you, and, by the way his hand is frozen on your thigh, you don't have to look to know he also can't tear his eyes away from Rhysand.
âI'm the one who's supposed to be watching,â he reminds the two of you, a taunting lilt to his voice, chuckling when you both look at each other once more.
This sets the shadowsinger into motion once more, a slight frown taking over his features, disappointed for being caught by the High Lord. He comes up to kiss you again, spreading your legs, so he can fit himself between them, falling into your body. You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him as close to you as physically possible, moaning into the kiss when his hard length presses right where you need him most, bucking your hips instinctively back and forth, the fabric of his pants adding just enough friction.
He indulges you for a bit, guiding your hips and meeting your thrusts halfway as you grind on him unashamedly. Wanting to hear every little noise you let out, he moves down to your chest, biting and sucking everywhere he can reach, completely devouring you. The shadowsinger seems to be trying to make good on his promise of making you forget Rhysand was watching, a competitive streak of sorts rising up after the little stunt the High Lord pulled just now. Maybe you should thank him because for a moment you think you even forgot your own name.
You were embarrassingly close to an orgasm when he stops your movements, strong hands holding your hips in place, silencing yet another whine with a kiss as his hand moves to find your cunt, gathering as much wetness as he can before pressing one finger inside you slowly, letting out a curse and quickly adding another one when he hardly finds any resistance. The squelching noises it elicits are absolutely sinful, and entirely too loud for the quietness in the room.
âJust wanted to get you ready for me, but I think you can cum like this, can't you?â He punctuates the question with a chaste kiss, one you don't even have the awareness to reciprocate, entirely too far gone already. His voice sounds deeper, rougher than usual. It's making your toes curl, and it alone could send you falling into that orgasm, walls fluttering wildly around his fingers.
Just as you're getting lost in the throes of pleasure once again, teeth come down on your neck - a warning. You open your eyes at the sudden, unexpected pain, not even realizing you had closed them in the first place. Meeting his gaze, you try to understand what he wants as the hazel in his eyes threatens to drown you.
âThat was a question, angel,â he explains, slowing down his pace, fingers barely moving inside you now, but still keeping you full. You don't remember the last time you had been this turned on, there's no need to look down for you to know your wetness is running down his hand and soaking the dark sheets, your thighs coated in it too.
âLet's try again,â Azriel says, keeping your attention on him and thrusting his fingers in deeper, massaging that place that makes you see stars. He repeats the question, honey dripping from his words like poison, âCan you cum like this?â
âPlease,â you beg mindlessly, finding your voice at last, arms tightening their hold around his neck. His skin felt like an aphrodisiac against yours, making you want more and more. In this moment, you probably would have done anything he wanted as long as he kept touching you.
Moans rise in volume as he speeds up just enough, adjusting your legs with his knee and leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it before biting down softly on the hard peak and letting the tip of his tongue play with it, his hair tickling your skin.
It doesn't take long until you're falling over the edge, it feels like you've been dangling from it ever since he first put his hands on you. Pleasure rushes to every nerve in your body as you moan out his name mixed in with other incoherent pleas, nails digging into his skin, pulling out deep groans of his own. He lets you ride out your high, still thrusting his fingers in and out of you slowly even when he pulls away slightly, your arms falling from your hold on him as he sits up between your spread, quivering legs.
When your breathing calms down enough and you open your eyes, you find him entranced by the way his digits move inside you. His other hand had found its way into his pants, stroking himself in time with his thrusts. You sit up then, catching him by surprise at your eagerness as you tug down on his waist band, revealing his cock to the warm air in the room.
Azriel lets out a hiss when you wrap your hand around his length, fascinated by the way the tips of your fingers can't even touch each other. You'd never had anyone as big or thick as him, and the thought only made you wetter. Saliva pooled in your mouth as you studied him, thumb running up a particularly prominent vein, following its path up until you found his leaking head, feeling its softness on the pad of your thumb. Wanting to lean down and take him into your mouth, needing to know the weight and taste of him on your tongue as he drove his length down your throat.
âThis is what I mean when I say your thoughts are too loud,â the usual teasing voice had a noticeable edge to it now, a breathiness that wasn't there before. When you look over at him, you find the High Lord's composure slipping through, hand grabbing onto the arm of the chair a little too hard, mouth slightly open as his breathing gets heavier.
Feeling bold, you look right into his violet eyes, letting your mind run wild as you imagined Azriel fucking your mouth, the filthy images pulling a moan out of Rhysand, loud enough that the shadowsinger looks to him in question, an eyebrow raised, barely hiding the amused look on his face since the High Lord looked as if he was the one who had your hand wrapped around his cock.
âShe wants to suck your cock.â He sounds like he wants to watch you do it even more. You watch as Azriel's eyes glaze over, a hair raising noise escaping him. Rhysand had probably shown him all your little thoughts, the traitor.
âIs that so?â His voice was gravely, heavy with arousal. You nod enthusiastically in response, tightening your grip around him, a hiss escaping him before he can regain his composure. âWe'll have to leave it for another time, angel,â he says, pulling your hand away from him, and prompting a whimper out of you, one he rushes to silence with a thumb over your lips. âFirst I need to fuck you.â
The desire in that statement sets you off, a frenzy that wasn't there before flooding your brain and pushing every sane thought out. Your hands move to help him remove his clothes, grabbing his neck and pulling him into a desperate kiss the moment they hit the floor. Azriel pushes you back down on the bed in a mess of limbs, teeth on teeth and heart to heart.
The next moments are hazy in your mind, one minute your hand had found its way back around his cock, swallowing every noise he let out, admiring the way his wings fluttered when you swirled your thumb around his head, and the next he had both of your wrists over your head in a steady grip, grinding his cock over your folds a few times before moving down, finally lining himself up with your cunt.
You catch a glimpse of the gentleman who's been assisting you in your work in the way he looks up at you in confirmation one more time, giving you the opportunity to tap out before things went further. Of course stopping was the last thing in your mind, but your heart fluttered at the thoughtfulness just the same. You nod at him, adjusting your thighs, opening them even more in invitation. A moan escapes you when you feel him push in, closing your eyes involuntarily at the stretch.
He goes slowly, giving you enough time to adjust and coming to a pause every time you show any little sign of discomfort until he bottoms out inside you, a breath of relief escaping you. It's not long until he's properly fucking you, both of you needing more.
As soon as he lets go of your wrists, deciding he would rather guide your hips as you meet his thrusts, your hands move to touch him, tugging on his hair, running your nails down his back. You hug him to you as close as physically possible, feeling his hard, warm body move against yours as he brings you unimaginable pleasure with every thrust of his hips.
No one has ever made you feel this insatiable before, and the suffocating power that filters through the room only makes your senses more heightened. You never thought having someone watching you in such a compromising situation would bring you so much pleasure, but your heart hasn't stopped beating out of time ever since Rhysand walked into that office.
âAzriel,â his name escapes in the midst of the breathy moans after a particularly deep thrust, one that has his pelvis grinding right over your clit in a maddening angle. You could feel him so deep inside you, you know it will be impossible to ever forget the way your walls hug him, the way he hits all the right spots.
âI know,â he says, leaning back and pushing your legs back towards your torso, your knees coming up to your head, spreading you completely open for him, making him go even deeper as he holds you in position.
It doesn't take much longer until you're cumming around his cock, a broken moan cutting itself short as your breath gets knocked out of you. You barely feel the way his hips falter, slowing down to avoid falling over the edge with you. He had every intention of playing with you a while longer before handing you over to his High Lord.
Azriel keeps fucking you through your orgasm, never stopping even when you come down from your high, a new one already building. He lets go of your legs, dropping them on his shoulders so he can hold onto your waist instead, moving your body in time with his thrusts. Sweat kept his hair stuck to his forehead, his wings spread out behind him, mouth agape as he watched his cock drive in and out of your heat, a ring of your cum forming around his base, making the sight so much more erotic.
âYou have no idea how good you feel,â he murmurs to himself, the confession making you let out yet another embarrassing noise, one of your hands moving to hold onto his wrist. He meets your eyes, continuing with the mind numbing praise, âhow beautiful you look like this, taking me so well.â
âYou're making me feel so good too, Azriel,â you confess between heavy breaths, the way his cock bumps into every pleasurable point inside you making it hard to even breathe, let alone talk. He was going in so deep you swear you could almost feel him in your throat.
âYeah?â
Biting your lip, you nod up at him, holding his gaze, wanting the hazel to consume you. Azriel's face is usually set into a mostly emotionless mask, fitting for the role of Spymaster, and even though he often shows more of his emotions when he's at ease, especially around his family, you've never seen him quite so open. He was completely unguarded as he looked down at you, not even his shadows coming to hide any part of him away from you.
It's this that pulls you under the waves of pleasure, letting go once more, giving way for yet another mind breaking orgasm, breath catching in your throat when he speeds up as you spasm against him, chasing his own high and intensifying your own as a result. Your entire field of vision goes black before you even close your eyes, the pleasure so intense you forget yourself for a good few moments, barely registering the way Azriel's body trembles along with your own, the curse that leaves his lips when he finally lets go, his hips stuttering as he cums deep inside you, filling you up in every sense of the word.
You're a mess of limbs and sweat by the time you both come down, struggling to catch your breaths, his heavy pants hitting your damp skin as you both try to get a hold of yourselves. Azriel leans down to give you a languid, messy kiss, savoring your taste as he gives you a few more shallow thrusts, keeping you full of him, and almost making you want to beg him to fuck you again.
He pecks your lips one last time, a chaste kiss compared to anything else that has transpired between you tonight, moving to the side to leave a few kisses on his way to your ear, where he leaned down to whisper, âYou did so good for me, beautiful.â A breathy moan escapes you at the praise, at the deep timbre of his voice as he whispers it so close to your ear. You feel his lips stretch into a smile at the sound, rewarding you with another soft kiss before continuing, âIt's time to give our High Lord some attention too, don't you think?â
His words drive you to look to your side, finding said High Lord watching you intently, his pupils so blown out you can barely recognize the distinct purple of his eyes, sitting back on his chair, one hand holding onto an empty whiskey glass, thumb slowly running over the rim. You could clearly see the black lace of your panties peeking out from his pocket, it seems he intended to keep them. He had long since unbuttoned his pants, allowing his underwear to peek out. There was a noticeable strain over the crotch of his pants, in fact if it weren't for the angle, you're certain you could make out the shape of his cock through the expensive fabric. The way his pants were pushed down over his hips, told you he hadn't resisted the temptation of stroking himself while he watching Azriel fuck you, the thought sending a shiver down on your body.
It's not that you forgot Rhysand was right there, his presence is entirely too powerful to ever go unnoticed, but Azriel had truly fucked you into a brainless mess for a moment, and watching the High Lord now, after already having his Spymaster, the only thing on your mind is doing exactly what Azriel said and give him all your attention.
With one last kiss, Azriel moves away from you, carefully pulling out and getting up with a lingering look at the way his cum was leaking out of your hole now that nothing was keeping it in. You swear you could even see his semi hard cock twitch at the sight, closing your legs so it didn't run down onto the sheets. He walks to the nightstand, grabbing a glass of water as he unknowingly puts on a show of his own, his entire body on display as the light catches on his sweaty skin. Azriel looked like nothing less than a God in that moment.
Sitting up slightly, your eyes move to Rhysand, more than ready for him, but not exactly sure how to go about it, hoping he would take the initiative. You had expected him to still be watching you, but that isn't what you find. Instead the High Lord was focused on his Spymaster, completely captivated by his body the same way you had been mere seconds ago. You briefly wonder just how many times they've done this before, and how many times they've taken it further. The thought makes something inside you flutter, pressing your thighs together as you feel yourself growing wetter once again. Insatiable didn't even begin to describe what these males were turning you into.
âIf you don't hurry up, I'll just fuck her again, Rhys,â the shadowsinger says behind his glass, looking up at the male in question.
It feels like time stops for a moment when their eyes meet, the usual roles reversing as the High Lord forgets himself momentarily under Azriel's gaze, desire spilling over and flooding the room. You can pinpoint the moment Rhysand catches himself, that self-assured air he always has about him returning as a smirk falls over his lips. He even sends a pulse of his power across the room, finally standing from his chair.
âYou're always rushing me, Az,â he purrs, âAs if you don't enjoy playing with your food as well.â
âFood?â You meant for it to sound like a question, a little offended even, but it almost sounded like a plea. You were starting to feel a little left out watching the tension between the two males.
âOh, darling,â he breathes out, looking at the way you sat waiting for him on the bed, âI'll show you in just a moment.â
As he walks to you, Azriel moves over to take his place silently, sending you an encouraging wink when he sits down and finds you watching him. This situation is foreign to you, and, as much as you believe that Azriel has no problems with Rhysand being here at all, it doesn't change the fact that you had spent the night with him, laughing and talking, he had been the one to kiss you first, pulling you into that office, all this while you've barely exchanged any words with the High Lord, you had even seen him more often before this night.
Your view of him gets obstructed when Rhysand reaches the bed, standing over you as he takes off his pants, having already discarded his shirt on the way. Since you were sitting, you were perfectly leveled with his crotch, getting a front seat to the way his heavy cock hung as he finally freed it from its confines. The tip was glistening, begging for you to put it in your mouth and taste it.
âYou didn't pay this much attention to me when I was the one sitting on that chair.â The words break you from your trance, eyes traveling up his chiseled torso to look up at his smug face.
It is true that you've spent a lot more time with Azriel, and had barely been able to even remember the High Lord was right there, maybe you should rectify that. Reaching out and grabbing his cock firmly, you decide to show him Azriel wasn't the only one you wanted. Your tongue finds the tip of his cock, licking away the precum gathered there and moving to swirl around the head, tasting him properly. A surprised gasp escaped his lips, one strong hand instinctively holding the back of your head when you put the whole tip in your mouth, sucking loudly as you grip his base.
He was around the same size as Azriel, and you really weren't sure just how much you would be able to fit into your mouth without gagging, but you were determined to get as much in as you could. As your other hand moves to hold his hip, you start pushing him deeper as you bob your head, letting him help you as he thrust a few times into your hot mouth, managing to get a quarter of the way in before he tangles his fingers on your hair, pushing you off him.
You look up at him in question, a string of spit still connecting your lips and his cock. You're trying hard not to pout like he had just taken your favorite toy away from you, but this is the second time they won't let you pleasure them.
âIf you keep going I'll cum,â he explains, clearly holding back. This makes you feel better, powerful even, seeing how much he's affected by you.
âThat's the point, High Lord,â you say, tightening your hold around his cock, licking his tip playfully, smirking when he lets out a groan from deep in his chest. There was an air of authority in the sound - he liked it when you called him by his title, and you're certain you'd love the way he would put you in your place.
âI'm going to take care of you first,â he murmurs, thumb caressing your bottom lip, âYou've been so good for us. I think you deserve it.â
He leans down, holding your head in his hands as he pulls you in for a kiss, pulling away too quickly for your liking, studying your face. Your eyes were still a bit unfocused and your lips were kissed raw, shiny with spit - yours, Azriel's and his. He can't help but bite softly and lick over your bottom lip at the thought. He then lets his eyes travel down your body, ignoring your soft whimper.
He instructs you to lay back down, and your body moves to obey his command immediately, back falling against the mattress once more, almost trembling with anticipation as you wait for his next move. Biting your lip to stop another whine from escaping when his hand replaces yours for a moment, stroking himself twice, spreading your spit all over his shaft as he studies your body. Rhysand took his time mapping out the bruises and bites his spymaster left on your spent body, his hands falling to the exact same place on your hips Azriel's had been.
âAz really made a mess of you,â he moans out, as if the way he had been eyeing you up wasn't enough to make you want to jump his bones.
Spreading your legs so he could fit himself between them properly, Azriel's cum starts running down your hole. Your breath catches in your throat when Rhysand kneels down before you even get the chance to react, tongue stopping his spymaster's cum from falling down onto the mattress, groaning deeply at the taste. He runs his tongue over your folds a couple of times, your hands fisting the sheets as he teases your already too sensitive clit, before moving back down to your heat, hands holding your thighs apart as he starts cleaning out Azriel's cum straight from inside you, driving you absolutely insane in the process.
âFuck,â you hear the whispered curse come from the shadowsinger's, the chair squeaking as he leans back, likely feeling the same frenzy you did watching the High Lord eating his cum right out of your cunt.
From the first moment Rhysand walked into the room, you knew there had to have been more going on between the two that you had ever suspected, but you hadn't expected this. He was eating you like you were his favorite meal, moaning out in pleasure all the while. You had no doubts Rhysand wanted you, the fact was clear in his blown out eyes as he watched you throughout the night, but you don't think he wants Azriel any less, even though you were willing to bet he has already had him before.
The sloppy sounds echoing around the room would have probably embarrassed you in any other situation, had it been anyone else in the room. Your scents had mixed so thoroughly, there was no way to know where either of you began or ended. There were tears spilling from your eyes at the intense feelings wrecking through your body. Azriel had already made you cum so many times, you were too sensitive, but somehow still craving more.
A sudden movement makes you focus on the ceiling through blurry eyes, noting the way Azriel's shadows swirled around the dark painted wall, spying on you and Rhysand. If either of you were in the right state of mind, you would have noticed the way Azriel's breath came out in short pants, hand finding his way onto his already hardening cock as his shadows explained everything to him down to every sordid detail - the way your body trembles under Rhys' skilled tongue, white knuckled as you desperately tried to cling to your sanity; the delighted sounds escaping Rhys as he dove deeper and deeper inside you, cleaning you out of the shadowsinger's essence.
In the midst of the mind numbing pleasure, you hear a familiar voice whispering right inside your head, unwilling to tear himself away long enough to say the words out loud. Tell me when you're close, darling. He had never spoken straight into your mind before, and the feeling of his voice echoing in your mind mixed with the way he was already devouring your cunt, almost makes you cum right then and there.
Your hips were stuck between grinding onto his face and arching back, your own body not sure if it could handle everything Rhysand was giving you. It was all too much, the feeling of his warm tongue licking and sucking at your abused walls, the thumb oh so softly petting your clit, only giving it enough pressure, the heavy breaths coming from Azriel who was now watching you, their scents heavy in the air, their power thrumming through the room.
âI'm close,â you pant, eyes closing as your hand falls to play with his soft hair, âSo, so close.â
He hums in response, lulling you into a fake sense of security before pulling away unexpectedly, right as you were about to fall into ecstasy. You let out a noise between a whine and a sob, gripping his hair harder, trying to guide him back to where you needed him. If they kept pushing away from you like this, you'd just push them onto the mattress and ride them to your heart's content.
âBastard.â
Rhysand simply chuckles down at you, a cruel curve to his smirk, pulling your hand away from his hair far too easily given the death grip you had on the strands, even licking the palm up until the space between your fingers teasingly before letting go of it. He comes down to kiss you, silencing your cries and whatever nasty insult was following with his mouth, putting most of his weight on you to keep you melting into him.
You bite his lip vindictively, nails carving his skin, prompting yet another laugh out of him, infinitely amused by your temper. The taste of copper fills your mouth, intertwining with his and Azriel's tastes perfectly, neither of you stopping your assault as your tongues battled for dominance.
When he finally pulls away, both of your chests moving rapidly, the exact spot where your canines have pierced through were still visible on the plush skin of his lips, blood barely trickling down as his healing moved to tamper it down. Gods, blood looked good on him.
âIs this any way to treat your High Lord?â he questions, licking his wounded lip.
âYou're not my High Lord,â you whisper back defiantly.
âI am for as long as you're in my court,â he starts, one of his hands running along your skin until he finds one of your breasts, thumb circling your nipple, your body treacherously arching into his touch, delighting him to no end. âEspecially when you're in my bed.â
âI'm not sure how my High Lord would feel about that.â
Rhysand tilts his head to the side, eyebrow raising as a strangely possessive look falling over his eyes. âI can always send you back to him with my cum inside you,â hand abandoning your chest with one pinch to your sensitive nipple, âsee what he thinks about it.â
âI think you mean your Spymaster's cum,â you say, mirroring his smirk when his breath hitches just a touch.
âCleaned that all out, darlingâ the way he clenched his jaw told you his patience was close to snapping, and oh did you want to see it happen.
âHe was so deep inside me,â your hand falls over your stomach as if demonstrating him, âI'm sure there's still some of it left.â
âYou weren't this mouthy with Azriel.â
âI was too busy getting fucked to talk back.â
You're not sure if it was your words or the chuckle Azriel lets out that does it, but Rhysand lets out a growl, a deliciously powerful sound that echoes throughout the room, and makes you tremble in anticipation. His eyes narrow as he looks down at you, baring his teeth when you open your mouth to tease him once more, and flipping you over on your stomach before you manage to get the words out.
âThen let's keep that pretty mouth screaming my name instead.â
The High Lord is always so calm and collected, never losing his composure in front of anyone, but here he was, losing his control all because of you. He grabs your hips, lifting them up enough to place a couple of pillows under you, keeping your body raised at the right angle. You feel his palms fall over your asscheeks, spreading them apart, exposing you to him completely.
Pushing up on your elbows, you try to keep yourself up and turn your head around as far back as you can to see what he's up to, finding him dropping a string of saliva right onto your cunt. He meets your gaze right as it falls, its warmth dripping over you, before looking back down, grabbing hold of his aching cock and lining himself up, wasting no more time as he bottoms out in one single stroke of his hips.
Your forehead falls against the mattress, a broken moan escaping you at the suddenness, almost no sound coming out as if he had taken the air right out of your lungs. He doesn't give you any time to adjust either, grabbing your hips in a tight grip and thrusting into you at a reckless, punishing pace.
âRhysand,â you moan loudly, just like he wanted you to. Rhys, he corrects in your mind. âRhys,â you repeat, holding onto the sheets, âplease don't stop.â
âWouldn't dream of it.â
The sounds filling the room are downright filthy as he fucks into you. If you knew this would be the result, you would have started taunting him back a lot sooner. You're playing with fire, darling. You can't help but choke out a laugh between the pathetic moans escaping your lips, resulting in a particularly hard thrust from him, though you can almost feel that familiar smirk returning to his face.
That might have been the only downside to this: you couldn't look at him as he fucked you, couldn't see the way his face scrunched up in pleasure as your walls gripped his cock. You're not exactly sure if he read your thoughts again, but he slows down just enough to lean down over you, caging your body under his, his entire torso pressed against your back as he continues his assault in deep, hard thrusts.
You try to match the rhythm of his hips, arching your back into him to the best of your ability, chasing what could very well be your strongest orgasm yet. His muscles moved against you, tensing when you squeezed too hard around him involuntarily, one of his hands grabs yours, intertwining your fingers together, as his forehead falls against your shoulder.
âI'm so close, Rhys,â you choke out, feeling that knot getting impossibly tighter, threatening to completely wreck you when it snapped.
âYou can let go, darling,â he pants, âI'm right there with you.â
It's hard to say if Rhys had been the one to search for Azriel's mind or if the spymaster had the idea on his own, but an image is projected onto the High Lord's mind in that moment, one that has him letting out a deep groan, sharp teeth finding your shoulder, hips faltering as he tries not to cum right then. He shares it with you as soon as he catches himself, the image of Rhysand fucking into you from Azriel's perspective filling your mind, a whiny moan leaving your lips.
You could barely see yourself under the High Lord's strong body, the way his back arched and his muscles moved with every thrust taking your breath away. Azriel was clearly focused on the way Rhysand's cock barely pulled out from you, only ever coming out until about halfway before slamming back in, pulling out otherwise pathetic sounds out of you. You could see the way your hole stretched to accommodate his thick length, thicker than you've ever had, clamping down on him viciously.
Apparently you had been right to assume there was still some of Azriel's cum inside you as it now formed a ring around Rhysand's cock mixing in with your own juices, the excess spilling down your cunt and dripping onto the sheets, covering your thighs and his, coating his balls.
As sinful as the sight was, what pushed both you and Rhysand over the edge were Azriel's unfiltered thoughts accompanying it and the desire that could be felt through them. You could tell just how much he was enjoying the show, eyes transfixed on the way your bodies moved together, stuck between wanting to keep watching, and wanting to join you, slip his cock right into your inviting mouth, muffle the sounds echoing around the room, or come up behind you, the arch of Rhysand's back would make it so easy to just slide right into his High Lord, fucking him as he fucked you.
Your entire mind goes blank when your orgasm reaches you, losing sense of your surroundings as you're pulled under. Rhys falls over your body, barely catching himself before crushing you with his weight. It takes a while before you actually feel like you can breathe or focus on anything at all, almost purring as the first thing you feel is Rhys' leaving soothing kisses over your skin, murmuring praises as he moves.
Turning your head you try to find his lips, failing as the angle works against you. A sigh escapes you when he pecks your cheek, pulling out of you with a wince, body trembling at the oversensitivity, and flips you over carefully letting you kiss him to your heart's content, molding your bodies together until you can't see where one begins and the other ends.
After a few moments, Rhys holds onto you, lifting you up with him as he sits up on the bed and pulls you onto his lap, your mouth running down his neck, marking the perfect skin and reveling in the soft sounds he rewards you with, his hands massaging your spent body tenderly.
âIt seems we have a problem, darling,â he says, voice hoarse. You move your head away from his collarbone, looking up at him to find him watching something behind you - Azriel. The hunger written on his face tells you the night is far from being over, you swear you could feel him getting harder against your thigh.
You hadn't paid enough attention to Azriel in a while, too distracted with the mind numbing pleasure the High Lord was giving you. Turning your head around to see what that problem was exactly, you almost let out a moan at the sight. Azriel was still sitting on the same chair Rhysand had been before him, face leaning on his palm as he held his High Lord's gaze. He was sitting with his legs spread out, long, hard cock standing proudly against his abs, a bit of precum wetting the skin. You can't help but swallow when his hazel eyes fall on you, clenching around nothing as Rhysand speaks up once more, desire hanging over every word.
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Joel has mastered the art of self-control in all areas except one: not fucking his friendâs daughter. A cross-country road trip home from college takes a hard turn when heâs forced to share a motel room with you.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
One shots for the Waiting Game âverse
Homemade: While your dadâs watching a movie downstairs, you and his best friend decide to make one of your own.
Diehard: Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.
Ruined!: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. Youâve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.
Cabin Fever (Dark!Joel x Dark!Reader) [DEAD DOVE]
Joel saves your life, but help comes at a price.
Confines: Joel locks you up in a subterranean bunker.
Finders Keepers (bfd!Joel)
When you find an old shirt of Mr. Millerâs lying around, you canât resist. When he finds you humping a pillow and moaning his name, neither can he.
Cry, Baby
Joel fucks you to the point of tears. Thatâs all.
Just Peachy [anal]
Joelâs got a jealous streak and a bold idea.
Wingman (himbo!Joel crackfic)
Your bestie braves the tampon aisle for you.
Watch Your Mouth
Joel teaches you to keep quiet during sex.
Love Tap (dad!Joel)
Old habits die hard with your husbandâtouching you at inappropriate times is one of them.
If You Like PiĂąa Coladas (neighbor!Joel)
You secretly make Joel a profile on Hinge. Then he shows you exactly why he doesnât need one.
My Body, His Choice [freeuse]
After a long day, Joel just needs some relief.
Whoâs Your Daddy? (stepdad!Joel)
You get stuck in the washing machine. Thankfully, your stepdad is around to help you out.
Make It Stick
Joel never thought heâd need a vasectomy. Then, one night, he accidentally finishes inside you.
Stiff: At fifty-nine, Joel isnât sure his dick can keep up with every day itâs going to take to get you pregnant. He seeks help from Jacksonâs local apothecary and gets more than bargained for when that little blue pill kicks in.
Cowboy Killers
On a mission to findâand fightâyour best friendâs lying, cheating boyfriend at the bar, you end up throwing your drink in the wrong face and landing in a sticky situation with Joel Miller, who never plays fair.
Seeing Pink [DD/LG]
Joel steals more of your innocence every day. Fortunately, you love to give as much as he loves to take.
Easy to Please (sleazy landlord!Joel)
Months pass, and you canât make rentâagain. You find another way to pay your sleazy landlord. Again.
Wants and Needs (sugar daddy!Joel)
Bills are high; your dadâs boss wants to help. How you pay him stays between you and himâfor now.
Bigger in Texas
Joel wonât fit.
Marcus Acacius
Bloodline
The General needs an heir.
Bucky Barnes
Wedded Bliss (Mob!Bucky)
The marriage was arranged, and the sex is deranged. Bucky is so obsessed with your pussy that he almost forgets heâs meant to be faking this whole thingâand hating it, like sworn enemies are supposed to do.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Daryl Dixon
Dead Ringer
Weeks of separation and sexual frustration come to a head when Daryl pays you a visit in the middle of the night. Whether it's the product of your own sex-deprived subconscious or reality, you can't be sureâand couldn't care less. Daryl wants to fulfill the fantasy any way he can.
Easy Street
You steal a cop car and almost run Daryl over en route to the Sanctuary. You canât decide if you want to fight him, fuck him, or bring him back to Negan. Lucky for you, Daryl is game for all three.
Nighthawk
You decide to bring Spencer to the neighborhood Halloween bash to take your mind off your breakup with Daryl. Your ex isn't so easily convinced of your intentions and decides there's no better place than his motorcycle to show you just how much he misses you.
Cherry Pie
You know virtually nothing about sex, and Darylâs done it all. Together, you take on an impromptu anatomy lesson, and you learn that Daryl has a lot more to teach you than whatâs covered in the textbooks.
Walker Bait
An unforeseen foray into a sex shop leaves you and Daryl trapped between a plastic cock and a hard place as a herd of walkers closes in. Angry sex ensues.
Grow a Uterus and Weâll Talk
Daryl has a bad case of baby fever, to put it lightly. Youâre practically terrified of children. Rick lends you his kid for the night, and together, you come to learn that parenthood might not be the worst thing in the world. Even easier than baking muffins, one might say.
Honey Trap
Youâve been tasked with two simple jobs: infiltrate Alexandriaâs community and bring intel back to your boss by any means necessary. When your entry point into the group takes the form of a familiar blue-eyed archer, you expect this to be your easiest gig yetâthat is, until your prey decides to hunt you back.
Pregnant Pause
Babymaking is a bit trickier than anticipated, and months have passed with no sign of pregnancy. When your period finally doesnât show up on time, you and Daryl act fast and head straight for the pharmacyâand get a little caught up along the way.
Mr. Dixon
Your efforts to seduce the DILF next door have all failed spectacularly, so you decide a wet hot car wash in front of his house is in order. Mr. Dixon is less than impressed with your antics and plans to teach you a lesson in good manners and âneighborliness.â
Iâm a Good Girl, Officer!
Apparently flashing your tits to truckers on the freeway is frowned upon in small towns like yours. When three familiar King County cops take charge of the case, you learn they punish bad girls a little differently.
Playing Dangerous
Working undercover in a seedy part of town, homicide detective Daryl sees you in your skimpy club attire and mistakes you for a hooker. A wrongful arrest makes for a funny way to foreplay, but youâre still game.
Fake It Til You Make It (Or Drown)
Daryl finds out you faked an orgasm. Instead of getting mad, he decides to get even.
Best Served Cold
Since your fiancĂŠ canât seem to keep his hands off of Lori, you decide Daryl is the perfect way to make him pay. Revenge sex has never felt so good.
Coming Soon:
Bite the Bullet
Back at the prison, new recruits have been showering you with gifts. One of these presents doesnât sit quite right with Daryl, and he decides itâs time to let the men know just how he feelsâand who you belong to.
Atlantic City
A very drunk Daryl meets a stripper in Jersey and wastes no time putting a ring on her finger. With the late, great Elvis Presley presiding, the two get hitched in a slipshod ceremony a couple weeks before the world descends into chaos. This marriage may be short-lived, but damn if the honeymoon wonât be one to remember.
summary: you're feeling particularly needy one night, but when you text your situationship to come over, he reminds you that he won't wear a condom, which is a problem since it's a risky time of the month for you. but you tell him to come over anyway.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established situationship, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (f receiving), consensual non-consent and consensual sexual coercion, sexual roleplay, 'just the tip' trope, breeding kink, bdsm elements, some biting and marking, some dacryphilia, some pain play, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, pet names (baby), begging, teasing, multiple orgasms, aftercare, taking and sending nude photos, possessive behavior, toxic behavior, jealousy, referenced but not shown situationship between reader and john walker, very anti-john walker behavior
word count: 8.5k
a/n: listen, i definitely wrote this at a certain time of the month and i'm not going to apologize for it!!! what i will apologize for is the fact that this ended up being way longer than i expected!! i wanted these to be short little fics, but apparently toxic bucky won't let me keep things short đ¤ anyway, this was fun to write and i hope y'all enjoy it!! âĄ
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You missing me, baby?
You could perfectly imagine the arrogant smirk on Bucky Barnesâ stupidly handsome face and the playful glint of mischief in his eye as he asked you that question in response to the picture youâd sent. It was a hastily taken photo of your body clad only in one of Buckyâs t-shirts, your fingers pulling up the hem to show a pair of pantiesâthe ones that had made him groan like he was being tortured when heâd first seen them.Â
The truth was, you were missing him. You were horny as fuck and you didnât care if he knew itâwhich, you were certain he did, because you only ever sent him lewd photos of yourself when you wanted himâbut would it kill Bucky to show a little bit of reciprocity, instead of sending you that teasing response?
It didnât matter that his playfully cocky words only drove your need higher, your body warming as heat flooded between your thighs. You were missing Buckyâs brand of arrogance, and it was all you could think about, the deep rasp of his voice in your ear while he pounded into you, the dirty and depraved things heâd say as his cock slid into your pussy, stretching you out just the way you needed.
You knew, without even touching yourself, that neither your fingers nor your toys would be enough for you that evening. You needed Bucky. Not John Walker, not any of the other guys on your rosterâonly Bucky Barnes could satisfy the need burning through your body.
So you rolled onto your knees and lowered your upper body to your bed, arching your ass high in the air. You positioned your phone and took a photo of your curved ass, barely clad in your panties, with the TV on your dresser also in frame. You took photos until you got one that you liked well enough and sent it to Bucky.
Iâm bored, come chill.
Your text deliberately didnât acknowledge Buckyâs questionâand you werenât asking him to come over, you were demanding it. You refused to beg a guy like Bucky Barnes, who refused to be exclusive with you, to come over and fuck you.Â
But you knew the simple request would drag him away from whatever he was doing on that Saturday evening and get him to your apartment.
So you were surprised when he texted back and didnât immediately say he was on his way.
You sure? If we end up fucking, Iâm not wearing a condom.
The second you finished reading Buckyâs text, you shoved your face into one of your pillows and let out a frustrated groan. Of course Bucky hadnât forgotten you were in the process of switching to a new birth control and youâd told him that if he was going to fuck you, heâd have to wear a condom.
Heâd taken it better than you expectedâespecially for a guy who claimed sex with you âdidnât feel as goodâ when he wore a condom. He hadnât thrown a tantrum or tried to talk you into fucking bare while it was unsafe. Heâd seemed happy enough with handjobs and blowjobs, and had always reciprocated by getting you off with his fingers or mouth.
But you could tell from his text that he was reaching his limit and, truthfully, so were you.Â
You missed the feeling of Buckyâs bare cock sliding into you, the heat of his stiff length and the drag of his veins against your sensitive inner walls. You were desperate to feel his cum flooding your cunt, filling you up with his seed while his balls twitched against your ass or clit, and he groaned low and deep in your ear.Â
Bucky was the only man on your roster allowed to fuck you bare, and it was entirely contingent on him swearing on his motherâs grave that you were the only girl he fucked without a condom. As far as you knew, Bucky had kept his promiseâwhich you knew because you made him get tested at the local clinic at least once a month.Â
Still, you were only four weeks in to the 4-6 week period where your doctor had told you to use secondary methods of birth control while you were switching prescriptions. And you were so horny that you were probably ovulatingâbut you wanted Bucky so bad you could barely think.Â
In fact, the thought of letting Bucky cum inside you when it wasnât a safe time of the month, and was extra not safe because you were switching your birth control, turned you on so much, your whole body shivered with need. Something about the idea, how risky it was, how it might mean Bucky would knock you up, was too good to be ignored.Â
You were so horny, you were seconds away from shoving a pillow between your thighs simply so youâd have something to hump against. That probably shouldâve been a sign that you werenât thinking clearly, but instead, it had you making up your mind.
You decided having Bucky overâhaving him fuck you rawâwas worth the risk. In a brief moment of clarity, you reasoned with yourself that there was always the morning after pill. That was good enough for you.
So you texted him back.
Iâm sure.
Bucky showed up to your apartment so soon after you texted him that you were sure that he either broke a number of traffic laws driving over from wherever heâd been, or heâd already been on his way. You loved both ideas, and didnât want him to give you another reason, so you opted not to ask.
But for how fast heâd gotten to your place, he seemed content to take his time getting to the main event. When you opened the door, youâd been expecting (or, rather, hoping) heâd pounce on you. Instead, he pulled you into his arms and gave you a brief, chaste kiss, asking how your week was and how youâd been since he last saw you.
Then, as you entertained his desire for small talk, Bucky made himself comfortable, stretching out on your bed after kicking off his shoes and beckoning you to curl up with him. You did so, a little warily, and even put on a show youâd seen a million times since you figured Bucky would distract you from it soon enough.Â
But he didnât.Â
You lasted all of five minutes before you were lifting your head from Buckyâs chest to look at him, surprised to find the guy youâd texted to come over and fuck you was seemingly engrossed in your show. You whined his name in a pitiful voice, âBucky.âÂ
The arrogant smirk youâd pictured when heâd texted you earlier spread across his face and he squeezed you tighter in his hard, muscled arms.Â
âShhh, baby, watch your show,â he rumbled, rolling you onto your back so he was curled around your side, throwing a leg over yours and burying his scruffy face in your neck. âIâm just here to chill, right?â There was a teasing note in his voice that had you huffing out a frustrated sound.
âBuckyâŚâ you grumbled, even as you shifted your head on your pillows to give him easier access to your neck. He rewarded you by kissing your soft skin, sending a tendril of heat curling down your spine and settling heavily between your thighs. âYou know this isnât what I meant when I told you to come over.âÂ
Bucky lifted himself up onto his forearm, hovering above you so he could stare down into your eyes. His arrogant smirk had slipped off his face, leaving a serious expression as he took in the pinched, frustrated look on yours. He seemed to come to some kind of decision as he stared at you.
âItâs not a safe time for you, right, baby?â he asked, each word said slowly, intentionally, another meaning laced within. âYou donât want me to tell you that Iâm horny as fuck and the only thing I want is to bury my bare cock in you and cum in your unprotected pussyâyou donât want me to try to talk you into it, to coerce you, right, baby?â
At his filthy words, your heart thundered in your chest and your pulse thrummed between your thighs, and for a brief, blistering moment, you considered throwing a whole entire hissy fit because thatâs not what you wanted. You wanted the opposite of what Bucky was sayingâand then the deeper meaning in his words hit you.Â
Bucky wasnât really asking if you wanted him to be nice and respectful of the boundaries youâd set, even though youâd already essentially given him permission to ignore them. He was asking if you wanted to play along with the idea that you were reluctant to let him fuck you without a condom while you were at risk of getting knocked up.
âThatâs not what you want, is it, baby?â Bucky rumbled, his gaze holding yours as he nodded his head slowly, the gesture so at odds with his words, it could only mean he was asking you the opposite of what he said.
Youâd been eager for Bucky to fuck youâyou were so horny, it was the only thing you could think aboutâbut the opportunity of playing this game with him was too enticing to pass up. Pretending to be reluctant, pretending to slowly give in to Buckyâs whims when it was what you both really wanted, would only make the sex that much hotter.Â
An excited smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, and you saw Buckyâs gaze drop to your lips, his own face flickering with elation as he took in your reaction. You waited until his eyes returned to yours before you answered him.
âNoooo, thatâs definitely not what I want, daddy,â you whimpered huskily, the barest hint of sarcasm in your tone as you struggled to stop from smirking. Your head was nodding just as Buckyâs had, and he was the first to break, an eager grin spreading across his face.Â
He ducked down and brushed another frustratingly brief kiss to your lips. âYou got it, baby, no fucking tonightâjust chilling,â he murmured, a teasing tone in his voice that had your body tingling with anticipation.
You were less surprised that time when Bucky snuggled back down on top of you, his mouth going back to your neck where he was working on sucking a hickey into the side of your throat.
Since you knew the game you were playing, it was a little easier to settle in and watch your show, all the while trying to forget the way your pussy was pulsing with need. Still, you wouldnât have said it was easy to ignore the steady twitching of Buckyâs cock against your thigh as he hardened in his sweatpants.
It only got more difficult to keep your attention on your show when Buckyâs hand slid under your shirt, his fingers trailing idly over your stomach until he eventually reached your tits. He began kneading your soft flesh lazily, his fingers plucking teasingly at your nipples, while his mouth sucked on your neck.Â
Despite how obvious it was that Bucky was taking his time, it wasnât long before you were a wet, whimpering mess beneath him.
âBucky, w-we shouldnât fool around,â you murmured breathily, mouth tripping over the words as you voiced the exact opposite of what you wanted. It was like your lips didnât want to play the game youâd started, but you were rewarded for their effort by his frustrated growl, which had you throbbing between your thighs.
âItâs fine, baby, weâre not doing anything we shouldnâtâŚâ he rumbled against your neck, his teeth nipping at your sensitive skin and making you shiver.Â
The word âyetâ hung unspoken in what little space there was between your bodies, and the promise of it had you warming even more, pressing your thighs together against the ache pulsing in your core. âBucky,â you whimpered his name, your hips twisting toward him like they had a mind of their own.
âAre ya getting wet, baby?â he asked teasingly in your ear, his fingers tripping down your body until they skimmed along the hem of your panties. All you could do was whine in response and Bucky chuckled. âYeah, I bet youâre dripping for me.â
Your chest was already heaving with heavier breaths just from the way Bucky was teasing his fingers beneath the edge of your panties, taking his sweet time going any lower to where you really needed him. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, and your intention had been to shove his hand deeper into your panties so heâd finally touch your pussy, but instead he stopped.
âDonât worry, baby, âm not gonna fuck you, no matter how wet your pretty little pussy is,â Bucky murmured in your ear, brushing a kiss to your cheek.Â
Though his words mightâve sounded reassuring, his tone was a deliciously teasing rumble and you could feel his smirk against your cheek. Your body trembled, your thighs parting for Bucky of their own accord, which had him humming a pleased sound.Â
âGood girl, just let me feel you.â
Buckyâs fingers finally dipped into your panties and slid down to your pussy, a breathy little moan bursting from your lips. The feel of his warm, skilled fingers slipping through your soaking wet folds, bumping against your clit before swirling around your aching, clenching hole, was almost too much.Â
You had to bite your lip against the urge to beg Bucky to fuck you already, not wanting to ruin the game that was making everything hotter. But he seemed to lose himself for a moment, burying his face in your neck and groaning while his fingers slipped between your swollen and soppy lower lips.
âFucking hell, baby, youâre drenched for me,â Bucky growled, his voice low and no longer teasing. His fingers were dipping shallowly into your hole and spreading your wetness around, making a mess of your pussy. âYou feel so fucking ripe, I gotta feel itâgotta feel you against my cock.â
Bucky was already pushing your panties down your thighs, rising above you and tearing his shirt off over his head before tugging your own shirt from your body.Â
At the same time, you were kicking your panties from around your ankles and spreading your legs, sitting up shove at the waistband of Buckyâs sweatpants. When his cock bounced free, you reached for his perfect length, saliva already pooling in your mouth as you gave his girth a reverent stroke.
But then Bucky was urging you back down, guiding your shoulders to the bed and covering your body with his own. You arched up into his warmth while he settled between your thighs, your fingers clinging to his sides.
His darkened eyes were fixed on the juncture of your legs, his fingers going back to playing through your wetness and spreading it around to make a mess of your pussy. Occasionally, heâd bump against your clit, which made your body jolt every time he brushed the needy bundle of nerves.Â
Bucky felt so good, and you were so close to getting what you really wantedâhis cock inside youâbut you forced yourself to remember the game you were playing.
You grabbed Buckyâs face in both hands, tipping it up so you could catch his eye. There was an almost dazed look on his face, but he blinked and focused back on you.
âIt isnât a safe time of the month,â you said, as sternly as you could manage. But your breaths were coming too quickly for there to be much steel in your voice. Buckyâs thumb brushed over your clit purposefully and your hips bore down on his hand, your body begging for more as you whined, âYou canât fuck me bare, Bucky.âÂ
âI wonât, baby,â Bucky purred, wrapping the fingers that were sticky with your desire around the hard length of his cock. He chuckled when you whimpered at the loss of his touch, leaning down over you and brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. âJust let me rub against youâyouâre so wet, itâll feel so good. I wonât push inside your drippy little pussy, baby, I promise.â
You knew he was lying, and you knew Bucky knew you knew he was lying. For some reason, that made everything so much hotter. So did playing the reluctant participant, which was why you bit your lip with fake nervousness as you stared up at Bucky, your panting breaths adding even more uncertainty to your voice when you spoke.
âOh-okay, daddy, you can rub against meâbut no more.âÂ
The words were barely out of your mouth before Bucky was sliding his thick, hard cock between your pussy lips, making you moan and spread your legs wider, raising your knees toward your chest to give him all the access he needed.Â
Bucky let out a groan and dropped down to cover you with his body, his arms digging beneath your back to hold you pinned tightly against his chest. Your sensitive nipples rubbed against him, teasing you relentlessly.
âFuck, you feel so fucking good,â Bucky rumbled, rocking his hips so his cock dragged between your swollen, dripping folds, rubbing against your clit and sending sparks of pleasure swirling through your body. âSo wet⌠Youâre making a fucking mess on my cock, baby.â
âOh god,â you whimpered in Buckyâs ear, your body shuddering under the onslaught of blistering pleasure and aching emptiness in your core.Â
You wrapped your arms around Buckyâs shoulders, hands digging into his soft brown hair and holding onto him while his hips kept rocking into the cradle of your body, his cock grinding against your clit until you were gushing with wetness all over his stiff length.
âDoesnât it feel good, baby?â Bucky murmured in your ear, his voice sweetly entreating, like he was trying to convince you of something, though you were already very well aware that his hard shaft grinding into your dripping wet pussy felt better than it had any right. âYouâre creaming all over daddyâs cock, babyâtell me how good it feels.â
âNngh, so goooood,â you keened, hooking your ankles around the backs of Buckyâs thighs to get better leverage to grind against his hard length. You were caught between wanting more and wanting to keep grinding against him. âYour cock feels sooo good, daddy, so big and hard against my drippy pussy.â
âFuck, âm so hard for you,â Bucky groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as he rutted into your soft, drenched folds with rough, punishing thrusts. âMy dickâs throbbing for your cunt, baby, can you feel it?â
He pressed his shaft deep into your slit, the flared head of his cock bullying your clit, and you could feel it. You could feel the pulse in his hard length, joining the rhythm in your center.Â
Your body reacted on instinct, your inner walls clenching hard around nothing while you whined his name, âBuckyyy.â
âI can feel you, baby,â Bucky rumbled, the teasing tone back in his voice. âI can feel your cunt mouthing at my cock.âÂ
Buckyâs words sounded so deliciously depraved that you wanted to turn your head and kiss him, to taste his debauchery straight from his tongue. You knew he had a filthy mouth, but his dirty talk was even hotter because of the game you were playingâand he just kept talking.Â
âFeels like ya want me to fuck you, baby,â he cooed, lifting his head to speak directly in your ear. âDoes your pretty little cunt wanna get fucked?â
It was on the tip of your tongue to scream, âYes!â You wanted to get fucked so bad. You practically desperate for Bucky to push inside you and impale you on his cock, to pump into your pussy bare and cum inside you. You managed to bite it back at the last second for the sake of the role you were playing, but you couldnât get any other words out.
When you were quiet, save for your panting breaths while Buckyâs hips kept up their torturous rocking, he lifted himself, bracing on his forearms so he could hover above you and see your face. He raised an eyebrow in question, his body slowing its movement as his gaze raked over your face, uncertainty flickering in the depths of his blue eyes.
It was clear he was questioning whether you still wanted to play the game youâd both started, and the fact that he was taking the time to check in with you had your heart squeezing uncomfortably in your chest.Â
It was an annoying reminder that Bucky wasnât the kind of man to be selfish and self-absorbed in bed. Even if he was only your situationship, he made sure you were enjoying everything he was doing.Â
And you wanted him to know you were enjoying yourself very muchâand that you still wanted to play the role youâd been given.
âI want you so bad, Bucky.â The words tumbled from your lips as you gave in to the urge to assuage Buckyâs concern. âI want you so bad, but we shouldnât,â you whined, pouting up at him as you slipped back into the game.Â
The furrow of concern smoothed itself from Buckyâs brow and he smirked before ducking down to capture your lips in a quick kiss.Â
His hips began rocking into you again, and he swallowed your responding moan greedily. He groaned himself when you used your ankles hooked around his thighs to grind back against him, your soft, wet pussy sliding against the rough ridge of his cock and making a mess of both of you.
âWhat if IâŚwhat if I just push the tip in?â Bucky rasped, pulling away and catching your eye, a smirk fluttered at the edges of his mouth, like he was trying to hold it back but was failing. âJust the tipâjust let me feel you. Please, baby, I wanna feel you so fucking bad.âÂ
Bucky bowed his head, pressing sweet kisses to your collarbones, a barely restrained chuckle rumbling his chest. It seemed heâd lost the battle with being able to keep a straight face and you couldnât blame him, your mouth was spread in a mischievous grin while your nails raked through his short brown hair.
âItâs not safe,â you reminded him, but there was an edge of glee in your tone.Â
You couldnât hide the fact that you were having fun with Bucky, playing out the little game heâd started. You were so close to getting what you wanted, that it only made it more difficult to pretend you didnât want it.Â
So when you murmured, âIf you cum inside me, BuckyâŚâ your voice was breathless with desire, and you had to cut yourself off to bite back the moan that wanted to be set free.Â
Bucky smirked against your neck, his teeth nipping playfully at the mark heâd left on your throat before he responded. âItâs just the tip, baby, promiseâI wonât cum inside you.â
Had it always been so easy for you to hear when Bucky was lying, or had he given up on the pretense of the game so much that it was even more obvious?Â
The question flitted across your mind but didnât stay long. You were too busy gasping a quick, âOk,â your hips tilting, trying to catch the tip of Buckyâs cock in your hole on one of his grinding thrusts. However, it wasnât until he pulled his hips back that the head of his hard length notched at your tight, clenching pussy.
Both of you held your breath when Bucky pushed inside. He stopped when just the tip was nestled inside the entrance of your warm, wet cunt.Â
âFuuuck,â Bucky groaned, pressing his face into the side of your neck, his hot breath fanning over the hollow of your throat and his scruff rasping against your sensitive skin. âYouâre so fucking warm, baby,â he rumbled into your neck, the sensation of his mouth against your throat making you shiver all over. âGotta do it again.â
His muttered words were your only warning before his hips reared back, the broad tip of his cock pulling free from your grasping hole. A tortured whimper slipped from your mouth before you could stop it, and Bucky chuckled as he slid back inside you, your pitiful sound dissolving into a moan when the head of his cock popped into your cunt.
âYeah, that feels good, doesnât it?â Bucky crooned in your ear, doing it again, slower that time, making you feel every tiny bit of his tip pushing into your weeping hole. âMy cock sliding into your drippy little cuntâyouâre so fucking wet for me, arenât you, baby?â
âYes, Bucky, so wet for you,â you echoed, unable to do more when all your focus was on not impaling yourself on Buckyâs cock. Your body squirmed beneath his larger form, one of Buckyâs big hands pressing down on your hip like he knew you were barely holding back from pushing yourself down on his cock.
âIt would be so easy for me to slide all the way inside, donât ya think, baby?â Bucky purred in a teasing tone, his hips rocking forward until heâd pushed another inch deeper before pulling back so only the tip was inside you again.
Just that little tease had you moaning mindlessly beneath Bucky, tears of desire and frustration springing to your eyes.Â
Your arms wrapped tightly around Buckyâs shoulders and your legs hooked around the backs of his thighs, trying to pull him in deeper. You needed more, to hell with the game youâd been playing. You needed him inside you already.Â
âBucky, please,â you begged on a sob, pressing your face into his cheek.
âI can feel your cunt gripping me, baby, sucking on meâshe wants me to push deeper,â Bucky rumbled in your ear, a gruffness to his voice that told you he was reaching the limit of his patience with the game as well.Â
In that moment, youâd have done anything to get Bucky to fuck you properly, but before you could speak, he went on.Â
âDo you want it, baby?â he asked, his voice rough as crushed rock, his own breaths hot and heavy against your skin. âWant my cock buried deep inside you, filling you up and fucking you hard?â
âYes, Bucky, please,â you gasped, your hands diving into his hair and pulling his head up so you could look him in the eye. You had to blink the tears from your eyes to do it, but you didnât want there to be any confusion about what you wanted. âFuck me, daddy, please!â
A slow, depraved grin spread across Buckyâs face as his eyes roved over your tear-stained cheeks. You felt the tip of his cock twitch inside you, and your body gave an answering clench, like it was begging him to slide inside. But Bucky seemed happy to let his eyes wander over your face, relishing the sight of you crying and begging him to fuck you.Â
It felt like a small eternity before his gaze met yours again and he seemed ready to give you what you wanted.Â
âBut donât cum inside you, right, baby?â Bucky asked, a devious tone in his voice. His hips pulled back and thrust forward slowly, pushing his big cock inside you at a torturous pace. Buckyâs grin was teasing as he went on, murmuring, âWouldnât want daddy knocking you up, right, baby?âÂ
At Buckyâs words, something inside you snapped. Your mind went blank and your body moved on its own, your legs hiking up Buckyâs sides to wrap tightly around his lower back. Your heels dug into his firm ass and you whined loudly until he let you pull him deeper inside you.
Buckyâs cock impaled you with one thrust, a pleasured grunt slipping from his mouth, half-muffled against your neck. He filled you up all the way to the root of his thick cock and you moaned, long and loud in his ear.Â
You finally got what you wanted. Finally, you were full of his cock.
Bucky was buried so deep inside you that you could feel his balls pressed against your assâhis big, heavy balls, full of the seed you desperately wanted him to pump inside you. The desire left you dizzy and dazed, your body thrumming with a need to be filled, to be knocked up, to be bred by your situationship.
âBreed me, Bucky,â you whispered breathlessly in his ear.Â
He stilled for a very brief second, but then he was groaning obscenely, sucking hard on the hickey heâd already left. Whether it was a reward or a punishment, you didnât knowânor did you care.
âOh fuck,â Bucky grunted, his legs shifting on your bed and repositioning himself to fight against the stranglehold you had on his body.Â
He pushed up onto his forearms so he could hover above you, his eyes raking over your face as he rolled his hips to fuck you in hard, shallow thrusts that had your lips parting, punched-out whines slipping from your mouth.Â
You were so consumed in basking in your pleasure that it took you a moment to realize Bucky had gone quietâquieter than he normally was when he was fucking you. It took another moment for you to blink your vision back into focus and when you did, you sucked in a sharp breath at the look of pure, depraved desire on Buckyâs face.Â
âDo you have something you want to tell me, baby?â he asked dryly, lifting an eyebrow in question. Before you could answer, he ducked down and captured your lips in a searing kiss, the heat of his tongue flicking into your mouth making you moan. âDoes my girl have a breeding kink she failed to tell me about?â he asked in a teasing tone, plunging his cock deep into your pussy and grinding hard against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.
âNot your girl,â you managed to gasp, even through the pleasure.Â
A low growl rumbled in Buckyâs chest, but it cut off abruptly. It seemed your situationship didnât like being reminded that he wasnât the only one who fucked you. Bucky nipped at your bottom lip, biting it a little harshly, making your pussy clench around his cock as you whined through the brief sting. Â
âDoes John fucking Walker know about your breeding kink?â Bucky seethed, his voice suddenly furious. His anger was reflected in the way he picked up the pace of his hips, fucking you in rough, hard thrusts that had you crying out and clinging to his shoulders, your nails sinking deep into his golden skin. âDo you let John fucking Walker fuck you rawâfucking tell me, baby.â
âNo,â you cried, tears of pleasure slipping from your eyes and trailing down your temples into your hair. Buckyâs lips found the salty tears and he kissed them from your skin, making your heart and pussy clench simultaneously. âYouâre the only one allowed to fuck me bare, Bucky, you know that.âÂ
âThatâs fucking right,â he growled, punctuating each of his words with brutal thrusts. âIâm the only man who fucks this pussy raw,â he went on in a gruff, furious voice, raising up onto his arms so he could look you in the eye. âIâm the only man who cums inside this cunt, who fills you up until youâre leaking my seed all down your pretty thighsâIâm the only man who breeds you, isnât that right, baby?â
âYesâyes, Bucky, only you,â you cried, squirming beneath him, using your ankles hooked around his thighs to meet Buckyâs thrusts. It didnât even occur to you to fight him on his possessive questionsâhe was right. He was the only one allowed to do all those things. âOnly you, only youâplease, I need you to breed me Bucky!â
You were getting close, but before you could tumble over the edge of your release, Bucky sat up, breaking the hold of your arms as he pushed up onto his knees. You let out a frustrated wail, but stopped short at the expression on Buckyâs face.
The look in his eye was wild, nearly feral. His hands were rough and possessive when he grabbed your plush thighs, pushing them up toward your chest until you were folded in half. His cock was still inside you, but not nearly as deep as you wanted it in the position Bucky was in.Â
Your hips squirmed, a whine working its way up your throat before spilling free.
Bucky leaned back down on top of you, pinning your legs to your chest and your body to the bed as his cock slid deeper until you were so full of him, you swore you could feel him in wombâeven though you knew that was impossible.Â
He stayed like that, buried inside you, his cock stretching out your tight cunt while he rocked his hips, grinding deeper into you. All the while, he stared at you, his gaze glittering with the wildness that spoke of a deep-rooted possessiveness, but when he spoke, his voice was deceptively sweet.
âYou want daddy to breed you, baby?â Bucky cooed in your ear, his mouth pressing wet, messy kisses to your cheek and jaw. âYou knew it wasnât a safe time of the month, and you let me fuck you raw anywayâsuch a silly little cumslut pretending you didnât want it, but you do, right, baby?â
All you could manage was a punched-out, âUh huh,â Buckyâs heavy weight pressing the air from your lungs while he crushed you to the bed. He shifted a little, so you could breathe, but it didnât seem to matter that youâd responded, because he went on as if he hadnât even heard you.
âYou wanna feel my fat cock bruising your cervix, baby?â he huffed, pausing only to nip at the lobe of your ear with his teeth, making you clench hard around his cock. His next words came out on a filthy groan, pouring into your ear and settling deep in your mind. âYa want me to flood your fertile little cunt with my seed and breed youâis that it?âÂ
You were half feral yourself with desire, with your need to cumâwith your need to feel him cum inside youâand you werenât sure if Bucky was checking in with you, or if he was getting off on teasing you, but you rushed to answer, telling him the truth.
âGod, Bucky, yesâplease,â you whined, your fingers digging into his soft hair and towing his head until your mouth found his, kissing him messily while he kept fucking you in hard, rough thrusts. âFill me up with your cum, daddy, make me your pretty little cumdump, please, I want itâI need it!â you cried into Buckyâs mouth, your words half muffled because neither of you wanted to pull away.Â
âJesus fucking christ, baby,â Bucky grunted, his hot breath panting past your lips. You felt his mouth curve into a sly smirk. âFirst you donât want me to fuck you because it isnât safe,â he murmured in a teasing tone. âAnd now you want me to breed your little pussy full of cumâwhich is it, baby, dâyou want me to pull out or cum inside your unprotected cunt?â
A mindless moan slipped from your lips at his filthy question, your mind going entirely blank for a split second. All you could do was feelâBuckyâs thick cock pounding into your pussy, the tip hitting a spot inside you that felt so good, you never wanted him to stop. It was too good, you didnât want him to pull out, even if it wouldâve been the smart decision.
âBreed me, daddy,â you begged in a throaty, desperate voice. âBreed me, cum inside meâplease, please, please!â
âFuck,â Bucky cursed, but he sounded pleased, too. âIâm so fucking close, baby, so close to draining my balls in your tight little cunt.âÂ
His body shifted and then he was pounding into you in a new, better angle, making you feel impossibly good as you careened toward the edge of your release.Â
âTell me, baby,â he rasped, his forehead pressed to yours. âTell me you never let John fucking Walker cum inside youâtell me Iâm the only man allowed to breed you.â
You whined, well aware youâd already told himâand he already knew he was the only one allowed to cum inside you. But it fed the possessiveness Bucky felt, and it felt good to give him that, so you did.Â
âYouâre the only one,â you promised in a thready voice, your pleasure dripping from every word. âThe only man allowed to cum inside meâyouâre the only man allowed to breed me, daddy!â
Bucky captured your mouth in a dominating kiss, his tongue plunging past your lips like he was desperate to fuck as many of your holes at the same time as possible. You moaned into his mouth, gripping his face and holding him close while you sucked on his tongue, your nails raking through the scruff on his jaw, both of you groaning at how good the other felt.
Finally, Bucky managed to wrench himself away from your clinging grip and his face hovered above yours, a devious smirk on his plump lips.
âYa know I heard,â he started, his voice a little breathless and gruff, the deep sound of it singing through your body and making you shiver as your pussy pulsed around his thrusting cock. âIf you cum at the same time as me, youâre more likely to get knocked up.âÂ
A violent shiver raced down your spine and your pussy clenched hard around Buckyâs cock. His words were going to be the end of you, you just knew it, but what a glorious end it would be.
Bucky grinned at your bodyâs reaction, looking far too pleased with himself, though you were too far gone in your pleasure to try to wipe that smirk off his face. Not that he gave you much opportunity, ducking down to murmur in your ear.
âRub your clit, baby, I wanna feel you cumming on my cock while Iâm knocking you up.â
âOh my god, Bucky,â you whimpered pleasure spiraling through you at his words, but you did as he said.Â
You slipped your hand between your bodies, finding your clit messy and sticky with your desire, your fingertips brushing the thick shaft of Buckyâs cock as he fucked you. Rubbing your clit in ruthless little circles, your body pulled tight.
âBucky, Iâm gonna cumâdonât stop!â
Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as the coiled tension in your body finally shattered, and you came with a strangled cry, pleasure consuming your mind and body.Â
Your release washed over you in waves of bliss that were so intense, you could feel your arms and legs trembling, your cunt clenching hard around Buckyâs thick length that was still plunging deep into your grasping channel.
âThatâs it, baby, cum on daddyâs cock,â Bucky rasped, brushing sloppy kisses to your face as he rutted into you, his thrusts turning wild and rough. âYou feel so fucking good, baby, youâre doing so good for me, gonna make me a daddy for real, babyâJesus fuck.âÂ
Bucky cut himself off on a groan, his hips pressing flush to the backs of your thighs, his cock impaled to the hilt in your still fluttering cunt. He came with a loud moan, his cock twitching inside you as he shot rope after rope of cum into your pussy. Your inner walls milked every last drop of seed from his balls while he painted the inside of you white.
When Bucky was finally spent, he collapsed on top of you, your bodies easing into a more comfortable position. He lay on top of you in the cradle of your thighs, his palms smoothing over your hips and sides while your fingers stroked idly through his soft hair. You made small sounds of contentment, and an answering, pleased rumble, sounded in his chest.Â
Finally, just when it was beginning to get uncomfortable bearing so much of Buckyâs weight, he heaved himself up onto his knees and carefully slid his cock from your thoroughly used pussy. You watched him, his gaze focused on the slit between your thighs, and you saw the moment his blue eyes darkened when his cum started dripping out of you.
You reached between you thighs, which were splayed over his his spread knees, to clean up the cum before it made a mess of your bedsheets, but Bucky knocked your hand away. He fished through the mussed up bedding until he found his discarded sweatpants and pulled his phone from the pocket.Â
Your body was limp with sated pleasure, and heâd taken enough post-sex photos of you, that you let Bucky arrange you how he wanted. You even held your legs open for him so he could position his phone above your pussy and take a couple close-up photos of his cum spilling out of your pussy. Then he pulled his phone back, so your whole body was in the shot.
âSay, âIâm gonna be a mommy,â baby,â Bucky ordered, a lazy grin on his face.
Between your thighs, your pussy pulsed at the words, which sounded so innocent and so filthy at the same time. Heat filled your cheeks and you turned your head to the side, trying to bury your face in a pillow while you whined, âBucky.âÂ
You knew it was silly to be shy about saying something so innocuous, especially after everything you and Bucky had just said and done, but the moment was over. You didnât normally have such a breeding kink, but youâd been so horny and it had made you so hot to talk about getting bred while Bucky was inside you.Â
However, it felt like a whole other thing to play into it when the heat of the moment had passed. It felt like the kind of thing boyfriends and girlfriends did, and you knew better than to tread into that territory.Â
Still, your body warmed at the idea of looking into Buckyâs camera and saying those wordsâŚ
âBaby,â Bucky crooned, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. âCâmon, I know you wanna,â he murmured in your ear, his mouth brushing butterfly kisses along your jaw. âYou donât have to be shy with me, baby, I know youâre a dirty little breeding slut desperate to be daddyâs good little cumdump.â
âJesus Christ, Bucky,â you groaned, but you were smiling when you turned your head and met his mouth for a kiss.Â
Bucky let you kiss him for a few moments before he pulled away and sat up, holding his camera in position while he raised his eyebrows at you in an expectant expression.
âIâm gonna be a mommy,â you mumbled, pouting up at the camera while Bucky snapped a few photos. It wasnât long before you were smiling and preening for the camera, sticking your tits out and holding your legs even wider for Bucky.
âGood girl,â he murmured, catching your eye as he lowered his phone. He was giving you a pleased smirk, and you smiled up at him in return.
Bucky gently moved your legs from around his waist and flopped down on the bed beside you, swiping through the photos heâd taken of his cum leaking out of your pussy while you curled around his bicep. You had to admit, they looked hotâeven the ones of you pouting and mumbling up at him.
Seeing yourself like that was turning you on and you were just about to shimmy down Buckyâs body and lick his cock clean until he was hard again when he spoke, derailing your dirty thoughts.
âIâll pick up the morning after pill for you before I head home,â he rumbled absentmindedly, still focused more on his phone. You could see him favoriting some of the photos heâd taken and saving them to a separate folder. âAnd if you are knocked up, Iâll pay to have it taken care ofâbut donât expect me to cuddle you and do boyfriend shit after.â
For a moment, you restrained the urge to smack Bucky in the face with a pillow. And then you thought, why not? You werenât his girlfriend, you didnât need to play nice.Â
So you grabbed the pillow behind your head and brought it down right on Buckyâs face. He let out a satisfying, startled âoomphâ sound, and you chuckled as you rolled out of bed.Â
âGee, thanks,â you shot over your shoulder sarcastically as you padded toward the bathroom, intent on cleaning Buckyâs cum from between your thighs.Â
But then you had an evil thought and a wicked smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. You wiped that look off your face, though, as you turned and leaned against your doorway, striking a casual pose.
âMaybe if Iâm knocked up, Iâll just let John fuck me bare and tell him itâs his,â you said, giving a carefree little shrug while trying not to make it obvious how close you were watching Bucky.
You were delighted when his head snapped toward you, his gaze finally pulling away from his phone as his brows lowered into a glare. His soft mouth turned down at the corners, a furious frown darkening his face.
âDâyou think John would offer to marry me?â you asked, ignoring Buckyâs reaction and tapping your chin with one finger like you were thinking. âHe strikes me as the type of man whoâd want to make an âhonest womanâ out of me.â You couldnât hold in your eye roll, even as you were trying to torture Bucky with the possibility of you marrying John fucking Walker.
In an instant, Bucky was up and off the bed, pinning you to the doorframe of your room with every inch of his big, strong body pressed against yours. You only had time to gasp while Bucky quickly gathered your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. His hardening cock was trapped against your belly, the stickiness of both your releases rubbing into your skin.
âYouâre not marrying John fucking Walker, baby,â Bucky growled while he loomed over you. He was so close, you had to tilt your head back to look up at him, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. âAnd youâre certainly not raising my kid with Walkerâs last name.âÂ
At that, you had to laugh. But when you saw how serious Bucky still looked, you realized he didnât realize you were just trying to get a rise out of him. Something about the thought of you marrying John Walker had clearly made all rational thought completely abandon Bucky in that moment.Â
Instead of thinking too hard about Buckyâs reaction, you explained yourself to him.
âBucky, it was a joke,â you wheezed, giving him an incredulous look. âOf course Iâm not gonna marry John.â
Buckyâs eyes flitted back and forth between yours, like he was checking to make sure you were being honest. He mustâve decided you were because he blew out a breath and closed his eyes, his forehead falling to yours.Â
âJesus, baby, you drive me fucking wild sometimes,â he rumbled, but there was humor in his tone, albeit reluctant.
A breathless laugh slipped from your lips and you leaned back against the doorframe, hiking your leg up around Buckyâs waist. He caught it in his free hand, the movement pressing his thickening cock between your thighs, making both of you groan.
âI think you should show me exactly how wild I make you,â you purred, rocking your hips against his stiff length, coating him in the mixture of your desire and his cum still leaking out of you.Â
Bucky growled, his eyes flying open as he stared at you and worked his cock against your pussy.Â
âCareful what you ask for, baby,â he rumbled, his tone a delicious taunt that had your toes curling against the floorboards and your hips tilting so you could rub your clit against his hard shaft. âOr youâre gonna get another load pumped into your tight, unprotected little cunt.â
âDonât threaten me with a good time, daddy,â you sassed, smirking up at Bucky and watching as his eyes darkened with desire.
In a flash, Bucky dropped your leg and let go of your wrists, spinning you around to face the doorframe and yanking your hips toward his lap with a rough, possessive grip on your body. Your upper body fell forward and your hands clung to the doorframe, nails digging into the wood when Bucky entered you in a swift, hard thrust.
Bucky fucked you in the doorway of your bedroom, making you promise yet again that youâd never let John Walker fuck you without a condom before emptying a second load inside you.
After, he followed you to the bathroom, hopping in the shower with you where he drained what little cum was left in his balls inside your pussy before helping you clean upâthough you suspected he only offered to help so he could finger his cum deeper into your cunt under the pretense of cleaning you.
When you were both finally, finally sated, you collapsed into your bed together. Your mind was blissfully blank and your body deliciously sore as you cuddled together. Bucky dozed for a bit, his head on your chest while you carded your fingers through his hair and watched your show.
After a while, Bucky roused and got dressed, going out to get you the morning after pill from the nearest drug store, just like heâd said he would.Â
He also brought you back your favorite sports drink and snacks, explaining in a gruff voice that heâd read the potential side effects of the pill on the box and wanted you to be prepared. You refused to feel any type of way about that.
Then Bucky kissed you and left to head home.
All things considered, it was a good thing your new birth control had taken effect, or the morning after pill had worked, and you didnât get pregnant despite the evening youâd had with Bucky. It was a relief when you were able to tell him that your risky night hadnât led to any of the consequences the both of you had willfully ignored.
When you texted him to tell him youâd gotten your period, he responded quickly, messaging twice in quick succession. The first text made you roll your eyes, because you thought that was all heâd have to say.Â
Good.
But then you saw the second message, and you could imagine the arrogant smirk on Bucky Barnesâ ridiculously handsome face and the playful glint of mischief in his eye when heâd sent it.
It made you smile, and you had to bite your lip against a giggle, forcefully reminding yourself that he was just a situationship.
Let me know when you wanna play âjust the tipâ to âbreed me, daddyâ again, baby.
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Summary: When Buckyâs professor unfairly grades his college assignment, ruining his perfect GPA, he finds a way to get revenge â And doesnât his sweet little wife look delicious?
Warnings: Bucky POV, revenge plot, age gap, older!reader, flirting, cheating, kissing, smut, mommy kink, nipple play, oral sex (fem receiving), ass play, spanking, p in v sex, recording of sex, cum play.
Authorâs Note: Unbetaâd. Dividers by @saradika. Hi, lovelies! Itâs been a while đ¤ This is by far not my best work, but I started it at the beginning of the year and finally finished it and decided to let it go before I convince myself not to post it.
Also, I have little to no knowledge about the education system outside of the UK, since Iâm British. So please excuse any facts I may have gotten wrong, this was purely for the smut đ
The arms of the leather chair Bucky was sitting on creaked, straining under the tense grip of his fingers. Fury coursed through every muscle of his body, boiling his blood until he was sure steam was blowing out of his ears.Â
He had been sitting in his professorâs office for thirty whole minutes and not once had the man had the decency to look him in the eye and tell him a good enough reason for the C- marked on his most recent assignment. Thinking about it, he wasnât even sure if his professor had ever made eye contact with him before; certain that he wouldnât be able to recognise him if he ever looked at him.Â
Bucky was a straight A student, working towards the perfect GPA to graduate with full honors and claim the job of his dreams. And yet, the second since his professor had licked his finger and slapped the stack of papers â stained with a ring of coffee that wasnât there when he handed it in â on Buckyâs desk, his whole world had been turned upside down.Â
He remembered his frenzy, the whirlwind of erratically flicking through each page and trying to find a single comment or suggestion that could help explain the low grade. But there was nothing. Only a forbidden red-inked C- that had taunted him ever since.Â
Immediately, Bucky had booked an office session, since his professor was strict on the rules of when and where to discuss anything other than current class material. There must have been a mistake he reasoned with himself in the beginning â maybe a mix up with another student or maybe his professor had missed a chunk of his work because surely that godforsaken C- wasnât right.Â
However, Bucky soon came to realise in the thirty long minutes of his office session, that it wasnât a mistake. In fact, it was the most generous grade received of the whole class.Â
âSir.â He attempted once again to get through to his professor. âWith all due respect, I worked extremely hard on his assignment. Every variable is valid, I ran through each test multiple times to gain an accurate representation. My method has been executed perfectly.â He swallowed the dryness in his throat. âI canât understand why Iâve been graded so low.âÂ
Dr Parker couldnât have seemed less interested if he tried, the keys of his computer clicking away aimlessly as his brown eyes were glued to the screen. âFor the last time, if you donât understand what is wrong with your assignment, then I canât help you.âÂ
Bucky discreetly gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. The logic his professor spewed made absolutely no sense. He took a calming breath before he responded. âIâm not sure I can understand what exactly is wrong with my work if thereâs no feedback to go off, Sir.â Â
Dr Parker sighed, seemingly fed up with the conversation. âIt's not for me to serve you on a silver platter. If you want a mentor who gives you a free ride or has to hold your hand through a grade then it seems like college isnât the place for you, James.â
The material of the chair almost ripped where Buckyâs nails began to furiously dig in. He never wanted a hand to hold or a free ride during his time in college; the bare minimum he expected was to at least have some kind of evaluation or support that offered more than a lousy grade that wasnât fair.Â
Out of options, he desperately pleaded with his professor once again. âSir, all Iâm asking for is a reason for my grade being low. My GPA has been perfect all year and this assignment has made it take a huge hit. Please understand.â
Still, Dr Parker continued uselessly typing away without looking at him. âThereâs nothing I can do for you, Mr Barnes.â
Buckyâs words came out jumbled as he jumped to offer an alternative. âWhat aboutâ What if I did something for extra credit! You know? Just forâ to boost my GPA back up?â
âThat wonât be necessary.â Â
Bucky was at the end of his tether and his throat began to tighten. âPlease, SirâI needââÂ
âWhat you need to do is move on from this assignment and work harder on the next one.â Dr Parker interrupted him coldly as he suddenly stood, packing his papers into his satchel. âMy office hours are over and I have somewhere to be, so if you wouldnât mind shutting the door behind you when you leave that would be great. Goodbye.â With that, his professor walked around the desk and out of the door without a second glance.Â
Tears sprung to Buckyâs eyes while he sat there, staring mindlessly at the now empty chair behind the desk in front of him. He forced the lump building in his chest down, never having felt so defeated in his life. Throughout his years of education, he had sacrificed, placed everything that wasnât important on the back burner; holidays, parties, normal friendships, just to put his future career first and for what? For one complete asshole to decide he didnât care enough about his job or students to fuck him over?Â
He shot out of his seat and paced over the carpeted floor. All of his dedication to his studies had been pointless â the thought burned through his mind and wounded him. All his life he had worked hard and this is how he had been repaid. The soles of his shoes thudded heavily until he came to a stop, running his hands down his face in despair.Â
When Bucky opened his eyes, he blinked until his blurred vision became clear, finding himself in front of the floor to ceiling bookcase that panned over the length of the full wall. Sighing at a complete loss on what to do, his eye flitted over the polished ornaments in front of him.
As he trailed over the neatly placed trophies and certificates, a scoff left his mouth â bitter and venomous. Every one of the awarded achievements built his resentment even more. The pretentiousness was aggravating.Â
He was about to walk away, go for a stroll with some fresh air to try and cool himself down and think properly. But just as he was going to leave, his eagle eye caught a small wooden picture frame shoved to the very back corner of the shelf, hardly noticeable with everything else taking front and center and ultimately hiding it.Â
Bucky glanced over his shoulder, making sure his professor had really left before stepping forward. His nosiness had gotten the better of him and now his interest was peaked. Careful not to knock over any ornaments, he plucked out the frame and blew off the dust that had accumulated over the picture for god knows how long.Â
To his surprise, it was a photograph of Dr Parker, many years younger and dressed in a tuxedo. Next to him, a stunning woman with the biggest smile on her face, dressed in an ivory, white dress.Â
Buckyâs eyes flew wide open while his jaw unhinged in shock.Â
Dr Parker had a wife?
Now that he thought about it, his professor did wear a gold band around his finger; one that the sun caught during a lecture one time and blinded Bucky enough to choke while he was drinking his coffee.Â
Studying the photo some more, Bucky only focused on the woman, one with kind eyes, pretty lips and a body to kill for; silhouetted in a gown that complimented her figure amazingly. He was utterly blown away.Â
The picture was at least ten years old, he summarised. His professor looked way younger than he did now, with frown lines and dark circles underneath his eyes. But he couldnât get over how beautiful his wife was and how the hell he had managed to snag her with his douchebag personality. His mind ran a million miles per hour.Â
For all Bucky knew, you could have been just like your husband; just as dull and just as unbearable. It was only rational, because no one in their right mind would willingly be with a man like that.Â
He stared at you through the glass and tilted his head in thought, until the cogs started to turn. What if? he asked himself. What if he got his comeuppance somehow?Â
As soon as the thought presented itself, he batted it away, shaking his head and placing the photo frame back in its place.Â
But as he stood the frame upon the shelf, his hand stayed with it, unable to let go of the nagging idea that had now taken root in his mind.Â
What if you were his perfect route for revenge?Â
Looking out towards the window of the office, the setting sun beamed in. Bucky followed the streams of light that shined through, one landing on another photograph, larger in size of a chocolate haired boy with bright eyes. While he resembled Dr Parker, the boyâs eyes were all yours, kind and filled with light. The kid looked around the same age as himself, in a lab coat that had the same emblem as Buckyâs college.Â
A plan began to quickly form in his mind, each piece and detail intricately connected together to create the most beautiful retribution. The biggest fuck you to his professor for screwing him over.Â
Bucky sheathed his hands into his front pockets, running his tongue over his teeth with the most evil grin on his face. Dr Parker was going to get what he rightfully deserved.Â
Vengeance.
Having met up after their last classes of the day, Bucky followed Peter into his home when he opened the door, the droolworthy aroma of a home cooked meal slinking into his senses and making his stomach grumble.Â
It was now routine for him to come round to the Parker residence every week on a Friday afternoon. Once you found out your son had a new friend at college, you had extended the invitation to Bucky as Peter had recited. And of course, it would be rude of him to refuse.Â
The execution of his plan had come together seamlessly, almost too perfectly. It was just his luck that a clumsy Peter Parker happened to bump into Bucky on campus in a rush to his next class, spilling his coffee onto the ground and offering to buy him a new one.Â
Since then, he had made it his mission to become closer to Peter and soon enough, it was the night of his first dinner with you.Â
Before that first meeting, he had drilled it into his head that his scheme of revenge was strictly business; to get in and out and call it a day. But that went down the drain when he rounded the corner to the kitchen to introduce himself and he choked on his words when you spun around on your heels.Â
Bucky still remembered that moment, the first time he laid eyes on you in the cutest sundress, decorated with daisies that hugged your waist sinfully. The way your tits practically spilled out the damn thing stuck with him too.Â
You were a vision, a sight for sore eyes â the photograph in his professorâs office did not do you justice even with ten years added on. Then, as soon as you bounced over to him and pulled him into a hug that made his dick hard, his initial intentions went out the window. He was a goner and he knew one time wouldnât be enough of you.
However, when it came down to dinner, Bucky was admittedly nervous. It wasnât only just meeting you in the flesh and having his expectations blown out of the water that threw him off balance, the inevitable of seeing his professor outside of college worried him. His plan for revenge could have fallen through as soon as he met him. They almost did. If that would have been the case, Bucky wasnât sure what his next steps would be. Â
But when he sat down at the dining table, his professor had only just noticed another guest in his home. Bucky remembered the slight sweat of his palms, the dryness of his throat as your husband looked at him over his newspaper and cocked his head; a familiarity brewing between them. Those couple of seconds lasted longer than he cared for. Then, unexpectedly, Dr Parker brushed him off and went straight back to reading his paper â evidently deeming Bucky unrecognisable and only a new friend of his sonâs. Â
That memory still offended him slightly. There wasnât a hint of recognition, even though he had fucked Buckyâs chances of attaining his dream career.Â
Snapping out of his memory, Bucky quickly shook his jacket off, taking care to hang it neatly on the coat rack and made a beeline to the kitchen.Â
âDude. I know you like my momâs cooking but damn.â Peter shook his head with laughter but Bucky ignored him in favour of something of much higher importance.Â
Stepping into the kitchen, he immediately found you balancing on your tiptoes, trying to reach the spice rack on the highest shelf. The skirt of your dress inched up your thighs and he couldnât help but stare unabashedly at a sneak peak of your white g-string.Â
Clearing his throat, Bucky held out his arms wide and acted casual with a wide smile. âWhereâs my favourite girl?âÂ
His heart jumped as you snapped your head around, grinning wide once you saw who it was. âBucky!â you cheerfully sang. âHi, sweetie. Iâm so happy you made it.âÂ
You have no idea how happy I am to see you too, he groaned internally. âWhat do you take me for? Like I would ever miss your cookinâ, Mrs Parker,â he teased aloud.Â
Raising an eyebrow playfully, you cocked your hip and crossed your arms over each other. âWhat have I told you about that, hm? Call me Honey, sweetheart. All my friends do.âÂ
Bucky held his arms up to placate you. âForgive me. Your food is too damn good to pass up, Honey.âÂ
You rolled your eyes lightheartedly and turned back around to try and pluck the thyme from the top shelf. âYou and that charm, boy. Youâre gonna be the death of some poor college girl one day.âÂ
Noticing your struggle, Bucky took the opportunity to come up behind you and reach over your head. His lips perfectly aligned with your ear and so with a sly hand to your waist, he grabbed the jar of herbs and placed them onto the counter in front of you while he whispered, âWhat if Iâm not into college girls?âÂ
Bucky heard the sharp inhale you tried so hard to smother, but it was useless with the proximity between you. It was instinct to then squeeze your hip, listening for your sweet whimper he lived to be the cause of.Â
The moment lasted only a couple seconds longer until Peter called out for you from the hallway. âHi, Mom. Weâre home if you hadnât already noticed.âÂ
Breaking away from Bucky sharply, you held a shaky hand to your chest. âH-Hey P, how was your week?âÂ
Small incidents as such repeated themselves every week. You and Bucky would find yourselves â or he would create them â in intimate, dangerous positions that wouldnât be explainable to your son or your husband should they ever catch you.Â
Which only made the game all the more exciting for him.
âMom,â Peter whined while he walked into the kitchen. âCan you please not call me that when I have friends around?âÂ
Bucky held his laughter behind his hand when you passed your son by, pinching his cheek and putting on a baby voice. âOh, but youâre just so cute!âÂ
However, that smile was soon wiped away from his face when the front door opened, immediately slamming shut with a loud bang. âIâm home, Honey,â your husband yelled.Â
Your name on another manâs lips left a sour taste in Buckyâs mouth. He had come to learn that your nickname was born from your old college roommate who had affectionately bestowed it upon you after your love of baking dessert treats.Â
The story was adorable, one he had soaked in with all the details you offered him. But your husband and his boring, monotonous tone turned even the sweetest name into something unpleasant.Â
With his keen eye, Bucky had spotted the fake smile you plastered on your face to greet your husband, even when he walked straight past you without a hug or a kiss and into his usual chair at the dining table.Â
âGlad your home safe, love,â you quickly offered him a half assed hello and headed back towards the kitchen to grab the meat out of the oven.Â
âHey.â Bucky shot forward before you could grab the handle and slid the oven mitts laying on the counter onto his hands. âI got this, donât worry about it.âÂ
You paused to look at him like he had grown another head. âBucky, I've done this a million times. Iâm perfectly capable.âÂ
âI know you are, beautiful.â He didnât miss the way your lips parted from his compliment, reserved for your moments alone. âDoesnât mean you should have to. Lemme do it, please.âÂ
It didnât take much for you to relent, already flustered enough to give in to him. Stepping aside, you made room for Bucky to take the dish out of the oven and place it on the worktop.Â
âSmells fuckinâ delicious, Honey.â You gently swatted his arm for his colourful language, but he couldnât help test the waters as he stared directly into your eyes. âHopefully tastes as good as she looks.âÂ
What he didnât expect was for you to retort back with a quick wit. âOh, donât worry about that. Sheâs as juicy as they get.âÂ
These interactions were just considered harmless flirting to you. Bucky knew you had no idea that he went home and fucked his fist, replaying these exact moments in his head. He licked his lips with a groan. âI bet she is.âÂ
âWhere the hell is this damn food, woman? Iâm eating away here!â your husband barked from the dining table.Â
Bucky gritted his teeth while he watched you bow your head in embarrassment. âJust plating up now. It wonât be much longer, dear!âÂ
Turning back to Bucky, you smiled apologetically. âSorry about that, he gets a little grumpy when heâs hungry.âÂ
He couldnât believe you were apologising for that son of a bitch, though this was a regular occurrence by now; excusing your husbandâs wrongdoings even if you were ashamed of it.Â
Placing his hand over yours, Bucky told you firmly, âDonât think for one second that you have to apologise to me, Honey.â The next words he grumbled under his breath. âEspecially never on behalf of that fucker.â
Your free hand smoothed over the skirt of your dress, a nervous habit of yours when you were upset.Â
Bucky recognised your unease and took initiative to derail the conversation. âWhat do you need me to take?â he asked while rolling the sleeves of his shirt up.Â
You looked at him then, quick to protest and shake your head. âNo, sweetheart. Youâve done enough, honestly. Go sit down andââ
âHoney.â Bucky held your hand, rubbing his thumb over your skin. âJust tell me what to do and Iâll help you. Iâm all yours.â
Sighing defeatedly, you nodded your head to the foil covered dishes on top of the counter. âThe vegetables and mashed potatoes could do with taking to the table.âÂ
Bucky grinned wide, all teeth and brought your hand up to place a kiss to the back of it. âGood girl.âÂ
A shudder ran down your spine that he didnât miss, the hitch of your breath that blew the front strands of his hair giving you away. With a wink, he backed away to grab the dishes, piling them in his arms, along with a couple extra to take to the dining table.Â
Soon enough, a full roast dinner was set out, steaming hot and ready to be eaten.Â
Peter was already sitting on the chair by his Dadâs side, speaking animatedly about his recent discoveries on his science assignment for class. You always sat opposite your husband, which meant the only free seat that Bucky could take was opposite Peter and next to you.Â
Not that he was complaining.Â
He steadily pulled the chair out and sat down. It wasnât exactly a coincidence that he brushed against you, not when he shuffled his chair as close as possible to you without raising suspicion. âEverything looks incredible,â he whispered as he leaned into you.Â
The grip you had on your cutlery faltered. Bucky reveled in your bashfulness, always competing with himself to see how much he could make you squirm. So he smirked when you gulped, peeking at him from the corner of your eye. âT-Thank you, Bucky.âÂ
Your sonâs voice brought you out of your flustered state ââSo I was right, Dad! My results actually confirmed my hypothesis.â
You cleared your throat and chimed in cheerfully when your husband only answered with an uninterested hum. âThatâs amazing news, P!â With a stern tone, you addressed your husband this time. âArenât you proud of him, love?â Â
But instead of congratulating him, your husband turned the page of his newspaper while shoveling food into his mouth. âMhm. He did good, I guess.â
Luckily, Peter didnât notice or bat an eye to his father. Bucky had witnessed over the few weeks he had been invited over for dinner that your son had enough support from you alone to keep his spirits uplifted.Â
You decided not to bite and move on with the conversation, mouth open about to speak when your husband suddenly laid his newspaper down and spoke over you. âYou know, Iâve had the worst week at work.âÂ
Frustrated, your fingers clenched tightly around your knife. âOh yeah?â
Dr Parker blew out an irritating sigh. âThe students this weekâgodâI had a flock of them at my door, complaining about their grades being too low.âÂ
Bucky felt the blood in his veins begin to boil. Normally he would tune out the grating voice of your husband, but he couldnât help but listen to something that directly involved him â unknowingly to his professor.Â
âI mean, I canât help that their work isnât up to par. What do they want me to do? Mollycoddle them?â he scoffed. âIf they come crying to me for help all the time then they may as well cut their losses and drop out. Theyâre only wasting their own money.âÂ
The loud clink of your cutlery dropping against the plate cut through the tense atmosphere. âAre you serious right now?âÂ
âDad,â Peter cringed, obviously uncomfortable. âYou canât say that.âÂ
âIâm not saying anything thatâs not true.â Dr Parker shrugged.Â
âIt is your job to guide your studentsâwho are paying thousands for their education by the wayâand give them feedback to help them improve,â you shot back, heatedly.
Buckyâs chest puffed out in pride. Though he couldnât outwardly say anything, he was proud of you for inadvertently defending him â even if you didnât know it.Â
Your husbandâs tone turned biting towards you, however. âIâm not their babysitter, Honey.âÂ
But you stood your ground. âNo youâre not. Youâre their teacher and they look to you for guidance. It's the bare minimum your job requires.âÂ
A weighted silence fell over the dinner table while you and your husband glared at each other until the chime of a text cut through the awkwardness.Â
Dr Parker retrieved his phone from his pocket and read his message. After a couple of seconds, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and threw it onto his plate. âIâve got to go back into the office. Emergency.â Â
âWhat?â you asked in disbelief. âBut youâve only just come home.âÂ
âWell, unlike some, I canât just slack off at home all day.âÂ
Bucky watched out of the corner of his eye as your mouth dropped open in shock at your husbandâs barely hidden jab. Unrestrained anger filled his veins as he had to hold back. Though the urge to fly over the table at Dr Parker was hanging on by a thread.Â
Is this what life was like at home for you? A husband who so obviously didnât care for you while you made his life as comfortable as possible. And Peter, a son who held his tongue while he stiffly carried on eating his dinner and not defending his own mother?
Bucky looked to you as you quickly regathered yourself, blinking away the tears building over your waterline and pretending like you werenât hurt.Â
Your husband passed over his harmful statement as nonchalantly as he said it while lifting out of his seat. âDonât wait up for me, Iâll be home late.âÂ
And just as rudely as he came home, he walked out, the slam of the door reverberating through the house.Â
It wasnât a minute after that when Peter also received a text. After reading the message, his eyes lit up with excitement. Bucky knew well enough what that face meant â Peter was getting lucky. âHey mom, is it okay if I go out? Hang with my friends for the night?âÂ
The dinner you laboured over had already gone out the window once your husband had ruined it. Of course it didnât bother you as much that your son wanted to leave too. âOf course, sweetie.â You stood up and collected the half empty plates from the table robotically. âJust be careful and let me know when youâre there.âÂ
With a dejected sigh that only Bucky noticed, you gathered the rest of the cutlery and took them to the kitchen, beginning to fill the sink to wash up.Â
Peter waited until you were out of ear shot to whisper, âDude, MJ asked me to come round tonight. I think she finally wants it!â Bucky held back a cringe. âYou think itâs cool if I shoot off? You can make your own way home, right?âÂ
Bucky couldnât have given a single fuck where Peter went or what he did right now. All he cared about, as he shot discreet glances of you in the kitchen washing the plates, was your wellbeing. âSure, Parker. I can figure it out.âÂ
âAwesome!â Peter laughed before whipping out of his seat and running towards the door. âCatch you Monday, pal!âÂ
The house grew silent apart from the departing slam of the door, this time by your son. As soon as Peter was gone, Bucky instantly left his seat to join you.Â
He leaned his shoulder against the archway of the kitchen. âYou okay, Honey?âÂ
Looking towards him in surprise, your eyes held onto a last tendril of hope that someone hadnât let you be alone. âSweetheart, I thought you would have left with P.âÂ
Bucky shook his head with a fond smile, the curls at the top of his head bouncing with the movement. âOf course not. Iâve got nothing better to do with my Friday night than spend time with a gorgeous woman.âÂ
He caught the tightening of your lips, as though you were holding back your flustered smile. âOh, stop that. You flatter me.âÂ
âI canât help it. You make a man go weak. What can I say?âÂ
âAre you flirting with me?â you laughed incredulously.Â
âAnd what if I was?â Bucky noticed the way your eyes latched onto the sight of his shirt, tightening over his arms as he crossed them over each other. âWould you like it?âÂ
Your eyes flicked up to his, holding his intense gaze for a few seconds before you huffed a breath and began cleaning the dishes again. âYouâre cute, Bucky.âÂ
Bucky licked his lips and ravaged your form silhouetted in your fitted dress. âWouldnât exactly be the word I would use, but Iâll take it from you.âÂ
A rare giggle, only let out in his presence, escaped you. âScram would you? You donât want to be spending your Friday night with your friendâs mom, sweetie.âÂ
Testing the waters, Bucky let slip exactly what was on his mind. âActually, thereâs nowhere else Iâd rather be.â Â
Your hand stilled, chest rising and falling at a faster pace than before. âOh, if only I was twenty years younger,â you chuckled quietly to yourself, not expecting for Bucky to overhear.Â
Jackpot, he smirked to himself.Â
Walking to the kitchen island, Bucky leaned his elbow on the counter beside you. âWhat would you do, Mrs Parker?âÂ
You jumped with a yelp, visibly surprised to have received a response so close; eyes blown wide as they flitted over Buckyâs face in panic. âE-Excuse me?âÂ
Bucky closed the distance between you even further. He leaned over the sink to turn the running water off. âI said,â he whispered huskily, keeping consistent eye contact with you. âWhat would you do if you were twenty years younger?â
âIâI um,â your breathing started to become heavy while Bucky stared shamelessly at you. âItâs just an expression, sweetie,â you laughed, shaking your head to try and brush the comment off. âI d-didnât mean it like thatââÂ
âNo?â He watched carefully as your eyes darted around, trying so hard not to look at him. âHow did you mean it then?âÂ
The spotlight Bucky was intentionally putting on you made you falter, even more so when he tucked your hair behind your ear and let his hand linger over your collarbone.Â
âCâmon, tell me. I donât bite.â A sadistic smirk adorned his face while you stared at his lips. âUnless you want me to, of course.âÂ
âI s-swear, Bucky.â Your voice was breathless with the heat of his stare. âThere was nothing behind it, Iââ
âI donât believe you.â Bucky backed you against the sink, trapping you with his arms on each side of your waist. âI think,â he rasped, teasingly trailing his fingers up the bare skin of your arms. âThat you would let me bend you over this counter right here and fuck you senseless.âÂ
The wind was audibly knocked from your lungs as you gasped. Words failed you, stuttering over yourself which was most amusing to Bucky.
Nonetheless, your eyes still followed him with a glaze, hooked onto every word that left his lips. âI think youâd let me take you from behind. Stuff your pretty pussy full with my fat cock.â He grabbed your hand and pressed it against the bulge in his trousers. âYou feel that, huh? How good it would feel to take all aâme, pretty mama?âÂ
Bucky watched as your eyes fluttered and you bit your lip â the last of your reserve hanging by a thread. One more deadly blow to your empty head and you would be putty in his hands.
Any remaining distance between you disappeared as he placed wet kisses from the pulse of your neck up to the corner of your mouth. âI thinkââ he whispered against your lips, his next words uttered in his most seductive voice. âI think youâd let me do it. Right. Fuckinâ. Now.âÂ
You placed your hands over the shirt on his chest to push him away; a mistake he imagined as you alternatively began bundling the material up with clenched fists. âBuckyââ you painfully uttered with your eyes squeezed shut. You shook your head, as though that would help you. âThisâthis isnât right. Youâre my sonâs friend and I n-need you to leaveââÂ
âLook at me.â Bucky slid his hands over your neck, holding your jaw with his thumbs to tilt your head up. Slowly, your eyes squinted open and he saw the confliction clear as day in your glossy eyes, the battle you were facing in your mind. âYouâre practically melting in my hands, Honey. You just gotta give in. Weâve been playinâ this game for far too long now, donât you think?â
There was no escaping his blue eyes when you tried to look away once again and he firmly guided your gaze back to him. âNone of that, now. Do as I say.âÂ
Your expression was tortured â torn between right and wrong, pleasure and sin. Bucky knew you were good, a dutiful housewife and loyal to a fault to a man who didnât deserve it.Â
Where had that gotten you? Whilst the revenge plan was hot on his mind â the very reason he had meticulously planned everything up to this exact moment â he wouldnât look a gift horse in the mouth that he was getting something extra out of this. You.
âWe shouldnât do this,â you pleaded painfully, still with a wild spark in your eye. âWe canât do this.âÂ
âYou know what Iâm not hearing, Honey?â Bucky asked. âIâm not hearing that you donât want to do it.âÂ
You shook your head frantically with wide eyes until he tightened his grip on your cheeks. âIâm gonna give you one chance to answer me.â He squeezed your cheeks until your lips puckered. âYou want me to fuck you, baby?â
Desire rolled through your eyes as your thighs clenched together. Though you still tried to deny your need for him. âBuckyââ
âAh, ah. I want an answer.âÂ
Bucky watched as your throat bobbed. Your nostrils flared with your harsh breaths and your breasts heaved up and down with exerted force. Seconds went by, the two of you staring at each other before you finally answered. âYes.âÂ
The two of you burst into the master bedroom â the one you shared with your husband, kissing erratically while your hands fumbled through Buckyâs hair.Â
He moaned deeply, pushing you against the wall, and turning feral over the feel of you as he kneaded your body. âYouâre so fuckinâ hot,â he hummed against your lips.Â
Your head thumped back against the wall, chest heaving while you tried to catch your breath. All of Buckyâs attention was drawn to your chest. âHas anyone ever told you youâve got the most perfect tits?âÂ
Choking on your spit, you stumbled over your words, so adorably oblivious to your own attraction. âIâI didnât realiseâum, tâthank youââ
Bucky laughed, shaking his head before quickly ripping down your dress to your waist with force. Your upper body was bare, free for him to roam his rabid eyes over your naked tits.
âBucky!â Your squeal of shock was followed by you hastily trying to cover your chest with your hands.Â
But a scowling Bucky immediately ripped them away; offended you would dare try to keep them from him. âDonât you dare fuckinâ cover yourself up, Honey.âÂ
He could tell it was intense for you, to be so thoroughly desired and the thought that you had never received this much attention before made him angry once again.Â
âItâs been a while,â you mumbled. The mousy confession only heightened Buckyâs fury towards your pathetic husband.
Delicately, he kissed you and began to trail his lips down the slope of your neck. âAinât gotta worry about that. Iâll take care of you.âÂ
Slowly descending, Bucky laved his tongue over your peaked nipple, sucking it into his mouth and letting it go with a pop. Your breast bounced with the motion and he squeezed his dick over his trousers with a groan. âLook at you, Honey. Youâre a fuckinâ goddess.âÂ
Buckyâs tunnel vision made whatever you said next pointless. Grabbing your tits, he buried his head in between them, relishing in your softness. He peppered his kisses across to your other nipple and swirled his tongue around the peak.Â
Your legs crumbled, the sensation overwhelming for you. The thought that Bucky could get you off by just playing with your tits made his cock even harder. But he had so much more in store for you.
âWhy donât you take off your dress, baby?â he murmured into your skin. âWant you to kneel on the bed for me, alright?âÂ
You nodded shakily. Bucky hovered over your breasts a couple of seconds more, savouring the feel of you before stepping backwards to give you space to move.Â
With a deep breath, you walked on unsteady legs towards your bed, letting your dress shimmy down your body on your way. Your back was turned to Bucky and he salaciously eyed your figure, each and every curve of your body. He internally created a map of your stretch marks and imperfections that only made him more crazed for you.Â
The mattress sank down while you knelt onto it carefully. Bucky watched the arch of your back intently, the flesh of your ass rounding out from your position.Â
Forget the damn reason he plotted this very moment, he was just excited to finally get a taste of you.Â
Your quiet murmur sounded over Buckyâs thoughts. âIâm ready.âÂ
Biting his lip, he strolled forward until he came to a stop behind you. Still fully clothed, Bucky desperately singed the picture in front of him into his mind. He held so much power in that moment, and it felt like a dream that he had you bent over solely for him.Â
Bucky leaned over your form, beginning to place delicate kisses down your back. He basked in the goosebumps that arose on your skin. âHow the fuck are you real?â he murmured to himself.Â
With a shaky sigh, you whispered, âI still donât know about this.âÂ
Chuckling, Bucky finally dropped down to his knees, ignoring your reluctance to eye the flimsy piece of material covering your pussy. Hooking a finger inside your underwear, he peeled it away and held it to the side. âOh, fuck me.âÂ
You squirmed in place as the cold air hit you in your most vulnerable state. Your raw scent clogged Buckyâs nose and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in bliss. âCanât fuckinâ wait any longer, Honey. Gotta know how you taste.âÂ
Surging forward, Bucky buried himself between your thighs. You screamed in retaliation to the feel of his tongue snaking its way through your folds and he was sure he hadnât heard a better sound.Â
He explored every inch of your cunt, unwilling to leave the heaven you so graciously granted him. But it was the sensation of Buckyâs tongue beginning to ease its way inside your hole that made you vocal once again.Â
âMy husbandââ you called out, obvious to Bucky that you were trying to clear your conscience of guilt. But he knew you couldnât care less about him â you didnât even mention the fucker once while you were too busy feeling sorry for your son in the kitchen and making silly excuses to not let him have his way with you.Â
Landing a harsh smack to the top of your thigh, Bucky savored your squeal of shock. âDonât act like you give a fuck about him now, Honey. Whoâs the one eating your pussy this good, hm?â He ran two fingers down the middle of your folds, biting his lip at the wetness coating them. When your only answer was a moan muffled by your pillow, he spanked you again in the same place with more force. âAnswer me.â
âYou, Bucky!â you instantly shouted out. âYouâre the one eating my pussy so good!âÂ
âThere we go. That wasnât so hard was it?â He eased over the marks beginning to bloom on your skin and smiled to himself. âCall me James, though. I like it better.âÂ
Without letting you reply, Bucky dived back in, fucking your pussy with his tongue. You reached back to hold your asscheeks open with each hand, desperate to have him go deeper into your hole. The glint from the diamond of your wedding ring caught his attention and he smirked into your cunt; the reminder that you were married only fuelled his arousal even more.Â
âFuck, baby,â he spoke into your cunt. âYou really are sweet, ainât ya? Taste fuckinâ incredible.âÂ
The filthy sounds of slurps and moans filled the room. Bucky was a starved beast, held back and pushed to the edge for too long and every little bit of anger and resentment that had built in his body from your husbandâs treatment was taken out on you.Â
It only boosted his ego when you grinded your cunt back against him too. His cock jumped with excitement with how fucking dirty you truly were. You had been locked up too, he remembered. Stuck holding back your true self for a shitty excuse of a man.Â
Bucky grunted deeply before licking a wide stripe from your clit, slowly running through your pussy lips and reaching higher towards the puckered hole that twitched with anticipation.Â
âOh!â you exclaimed aloud in surprise. Bucky thought he may have gone too far, then. But once you relaxed and backed yourself into his tongue, he smiled wickedly.Â
âYou like that, filthy girl?â he laughed, darkly. âShouldâve known youâd be a little freak.âÂ
Bucky circled the tip of his tongue teasingly around your asshole, moaning at your eagerness when you tried to reach further back with your hands and drag him closer.Â
âDonât tease,â you gasped, out of breath. âPlease, I want more. Gimmie more.âÂ
Almost immediately, Bucky complied, ripping your hands away with vigor to replace them with his. He spreaded your asscheeks wide and lapped at your tight hole.Â
âFuck yesâoh my god, Jamesâyes!âÂ
The depravity was obscene and disgusting and Bucky absolutely loved it. Never had he been more turned on and he decided then and there that this wasnât going to be a one and done deal. He wanted you to be his.Â
A string of saliva connected Buckyâs mouth to your ass as he reluctantly backed away. The slick that had poured out of you smothered his chin and cheeks and Bucky happily licked his lips with a groan. âBaby, as much as I wanna keep eating your ass, I need to feel your pretty little cunt wrapped around my cock.âÂ
You whimpered while your pussy clenched with a need to be filled. Bucky watched your cute little hole flutter. âPut it in me,â you slurred. âNeed your cock.âÂ
He wasted no time unfastening his jeans to pull them down enough until his dick bobbed out of its confines. Bucky caught you peeking your head around, trying to catch a glimpse of his cock, but he spanked your ass and bit his lip with amusement at your scream. âNot yet, baby. Youâll get a chance to see it when I fuck your throat later.âÂ
You squirmed impatiently, needy moans escaping you and Bucky couldnât hold back any longer. Grabbing his cock, he began to push the fat head of his length inside you.Â
A loud gasp tore from your throat and your pussy instantly tried to suck him in deeper. Your walls, tight and warm, hugged his dick like a vice. âYouâreâoh my fucking godâhow are you so big?âÂ
The smirk that donned Buckyâs face was lethal. He had you right where he wanted you. And yet his eye rolled back all the same, savouring the flutter of your tight hole around him.Â
âThis is all for you, baby,â he breathily whispered, bullying his way deeper into your pussy. âGet me so fuckinâ hard everytime I see you. Cookinâ in them pretty little dresses. Just wanna lift your skirt up and fuck you wherever I want.âÂ
Your moans both fell into sync as Bucky finally slid his cock all the way to the hilt. You couldnât stop squirming and it drove him crazy.Â
âYou need to move,â you begged in between pants. âPlease, I canât stay still.âÂ
Bucky licked his teeth with desire blazing through him. âSince you asked so nicely, Honey.âÂ
Without the decency to ease you into it, Bucky instantly set a brutal pace. He looked down, admiring the thick coating of your juices lathering his dick and he willed himself not to blow his load so fast. He tightly closed his eyes, adjusted his stance and began to fuck you.Â
You were quick to grab ahold of whatever you could, scrambling for purchase within the sheets, but you were useless to try to stop how your head buried into the bed. The force of Buckyâs thrusts were too violent and so you surrendered to what was inevitable, letting yourself drool over the cotton.
âBuâCKY!â your cry of surprise when he lifted his foot onto the bed, allowing him a better angle to fuck you, was music to his ears.Â
âWhatâsâa matter, baby?â Bucky mocked. âThought you were a big girl, huh? Canât handle me?âÂ
Your reply was instant. âI can! I can, I promise, I promise!âÂ
âThen shut the fuck up and take it.âÂ
Bucky didnât know where to look, he was spoilt for choice. To watch your eyes roll back in ecstasy? To concentrate on the shlick shlick of your soaked cunt? Ultimately, his eyes were glued to the jiggle of your ass, his hands soon following as though he was hypnotised. How it so perfectly met his hips without a falt in rhythm.
âFuck meâthis ass is heaven, baby. You been hiding it from me all this time?âÂ
There was no answer this time, at least not a coherent one. Bucky was instead graced with your constant squeaks and groans â a woman too invested in a physical gratification she had so sadly been starved of.Â
Bucky chuckled. âAinât gotta answer, Honey. The sounds cominâ outta that mouth are keeping my dick happy enough.âÂ
He almost forgot the end goal of his proposition in the midst of the delectable feel of your cunt. With a sudden bolt of clarification as he felt a vibration against his leg, Bucky kept one hand on your hip while he reached for his phone in his pocket with the other. Keeping up the pace of his thrusts, you were clueless as he unlocked it and opened the camera app.Â
âNow, Honey, I want you to really scream my name, okay? Wanna hear how good Iâm makinâ you feel. Can you do that for me?â
âUh-huh.â You nodded, dumbly. âC-Can do that for you, James.âÂ
He grinned wickedly and threw his head back. âJust like that. Good fuckinâ girl.â Looking back down at you through the phone screen, he hovered his finger over the record button and brought his other hand down hard on your ass. âGo on then, baby. Put on a show for me.â
If Bucky thought you were a fucking treat before, his mind was blown once you began to take the reigns of your own pleasure. Bucky hardly had to move and you still plunged yourself onto his cock with an unmatched enthusiasm to anyone else he had fucked. He could hardly keep his hand that held the phone up from shaking. The combined sounds coming from the both of you were insane.Â
None of his wet dreams could compare to his reality. âYouâshitâyouâre killing me, Honey.âÂ
You must not have heard him because you decided to torture him even more by arching your back just that little bit further.Â
Bucky thought he was a goner, soon to approach his end. But he couldnât let that happen. He was far from done with you yet.Â
Propping one foot up onto the bed for better leverage, he gathered his restraint and began to drive forward once more. He felt high.Â
âThat husband of yours ever fuck you like this, huh?â Bucky demanded. âCan he make you leak all over his dick like a fuckinâ slut?â
You violently shook your head from side to side, like the thought of your husband left a sour taste in your mouth you wanted to get rid of. âNuh-uh,â you whimpered, popping your ass up even more to take as much as you could. âO-Only you.âÂ
âTell him, baby.â Bucky noticed too late that he had slipped up, too gone off the feel of your cunt wrapped snug around his dick. But you hadnât seemed to realise his mistake either and the thought that you were too much of a wreck from his cock to comprehend who he was talking about made him even harder. âLet him know whoâs balls deep in your tight, slutty pussy.âÂ
âAtta girl,â he cooed, hoarsely. âLook at the fuckinâ mess youâre makinâ on me.â
Bucky reached down to where the two of you were connected with his free hand, sweeping the copious amount of your slick gathered in a ring around the bottom of his cock. âHere.â He leant forward, one palm up towards you with his phone still in his other hand out of your view. âOpen your mouth, pretty mama.âÂ
You slightly turned your head with your tongue sticking out wide and eagerly sucked the juices off his hand with a long moan.Â
Managing to get all of it on camera, Bucky watched as you licked between his fingers, not wasting a drop. âHoly fuck,â he grunted deeply. âYouâll really do anything I say, wonât you?âÂ
You bobbed your head up and down, eventually letting his fingers go, clean as a whistle.Â
âWhat a fuckinâ filthy whore. Youâre perfect for me.âÂ
You backed yourself onto Buckyâs cock, meeting his thrusts perfectly while the meat of your ass clapped against his toned waist. âYouâre a needy little thing, ainât you baby?âÂ
âAnythinâ you want,â you slurred. âCan be whatever you need.âÂ
âPoor mommy hasnât been treated this good in a long time I can tell.â Bucky gripped your ass harshly with his hand, jiggling the flesh for his own satisfaction. âWomen like you, need putting in their place on a daily basis. Need a good fuckinâ to keep them happy.âÂ
âYes!â you agreed, firmly. âMommy needs to be fucked like this all the time.âÂ
Unbelievable. Bucky didnât even have to try to add salt into the wound. He couldnât help the continuous conspicuous messages that he could easily pass off to you. âThis is what happens when you donât take care of your wife.â
Harsh slaps echoed in your bedroom. The two of you could only share the raw sounds that left your mouths in your haze of the thrill as the string between you pulled tighter and tighter.Â
âIâmâsoâclose,â you murmured with all your depleted energy.Â
Bucky didnât need the confirmation when he could feel the rapid pulses of your walls that squeezed him. He knew your orgasm was clutching at its straws and he was so close himself. The blood from his head had long since made its way to his dick and his composure was swiftly deflating.Â
âWant that cum,â he garbled as his mouth hung open. âIâve been such a good boy, mommy. Give it to me, please.â
You whined loudly, like a dog in heat. But your voices became lost on each other. That didnât stop Bucky from losing his inhibitions out loud. Â
Thrust. âIâve been such,â thrust. âA good,â thrust. âBoy.âÂ
The wound up ball of tension in your lower stomach exploded in a series of screams and violent shivering that overtook your whole nervous system and the very sensation brought Bucky to his defeat.Â
The muscles in his legs failed him as they turned to jelly. Bucky let out the sluttiest moan heâs ever experienced in his life and all but collapsed onto your sweat slicked body. He could feel his cock shooting a constant stream of cum into your cunt with seemingly no end in sight.Â
âFuck,â he whimpered into your ear. Slowly, his conscience came back to life and the flow of his load finally came to a stop.Â
The two of you laid still, only the heavy panting serving to fill the silence. After a couple of minutes, Bucky kissed your shoulder blade, before lifting himself up. He gathered the strength to gently retrieve his length from your hole that still strangled him.Â
Bucky was reminded of the phone that was still recording in his hand and he quickly made sure to get the winning money shot of his load dripping out of your pulsing hole while he wholly detached himself from you.Â
He was only human to push his finger into your cunt, he thought, letting himself gather himself on his own fingers.Â
Flipping the camera around to himself, Bucky put his coated finger in his mouth, sucking your combined juices and humming and letting it go with a pop. He laughed, out of breath, his red cheeks and mussed hair only adding to the depravity of the video. âYâknow some people should really keep an eye on their wives. You never know what theyâre up to in their spare time. Ainât that right, Honey?âÂ
Bucky knew you were out of it â he watched on while you buried your head in the sheets, rubbing your thighs together as aftershocks made your body twitch. Your needy, high pitched keens bounced off the walls. âWanâ more of your cock, Jamesâpleaseâneed you to fuck me again.âÂ
He licked his lips in delight, the sight of your ass wiggling with his cum leaking out of you and your unprompted addition to the recording filling him with glee.Â
âWell,â he sighed, turning back to the camera and shrugging with no remorse. âYou heard the wife. Duty calls.â With a cocky wink, he ended the recording with a final farewell. âSee you in class, Professor.â Â
Bucky exited his camera app and quickly brought up his emails, scouring through to a saved draft and attaching the video link. After pressing send, he shut off his phone, making sure any future notifications would be silenced before throwing it to the ground with a careless thump.Â
âBaby,â you whimpered, looking behind you to search for him. âWhat are you doing? I said I wanna be fucked again.âÂ
Undressing the rest of his clothes, Bucky stalked towards you, kneeling onto the bed and effortlessly flipping you over to kiss you deeply to share your combined tastes. âDonât worry, mommy,â he breathed into your mouth. âIâll take care of you now.âÂ
Meanwhile at his college, a new email popped up on Dr Parkerâs computer screen, shrouding the dark office with a white glow in the late night. With an exhausted huff, he looked up from grading papers â all of them marked with a C or lower â and squinted his eyes at the bright screen.Â
New Email from James Buchanan Barnes
He rolled his eyes with a sigh. The name was familiar as he thought back to the day the kid almost cried in his office, complaining about his poorly-graded assignment and his GPA; Dr Parker had gossiped with Professor Stark in his department on his dinner break, recounting the annoying way this particular student had whined like a baby. Though he couldnât quite remember how James looked, unable to place him among the hundreds of pupils he taught.
Amused curiosity ran through him, wondering what his student had to moan about this time and so with a sadistic smirk, he clicked on the link, waiting until his message came up.Â
Though that smirk was quickly replaced with a frown when the email finally loaded with an attachment.Â
They say revenge is a dish best served cold. But I like mine warm, tight and sweet.
Pairing: Best Friendâs Dad!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count: 11.5k
Summary: You think a one night stand from the summer, the best fuck of your life, is a done deal â a single, heated encounter that now lives vividly in your memories. But you learn that your actions have consequences when you befriend a new student, starting in the new term, and she invites you over to meet her Dad.
Warnings: Age gap, flashback, betrayal of friendship, manipulation, coercion, reader has severe daddy issues and self esteem problems, derogatory names, daddy kink, praise kink, smut, kissing, nipple play, blowjob, throat fucking, choking, fingering, pussy slapping, p in v sex, squirting.
Authorâs Note: Unbetaâd, warning graphics and dividers by @rookthorne
âCome on, babe!â Rebecca whined at the edge of your bed. âYouâre telling me a weekend away from this shithole doesnât sound good?âÂ
It had been a whole hour of your friend begging you to come back home with her for your midterm break and while you usually had the patience of a saint, it was difficult to keep composed as she refused to back down to your unacceptable reasoning.
You sighed, finally closing your laptop with an inwards huff and coming to terms that you would not be getting any more work done. Blowing out a breath, you leveled your gaze onto her.Â
âBecs,â you treaded carefully, mindful of her feelings. âItâs very sweet of you. But, I really need to get my work finished.â Rebeccaâs face fell sullen and you rushed to explain. âI just like my time alone, y'know? I concentrate better.â
Her brunette hair fell over her eyes as she bowed her head. This girl really knew how to put on a show and you playfully rolled your eyes at her dramatics. But as she lifted her head with a pout and her wide, shining ocean blues, you knew you were done for.Â
Oh no. The puppy eyes.
âHey!â You pointed at her. âNoâstop that! Iâm not changing my mind.âÂ
The intensity of her stare only worsened while she slowly gained on you. âBut what am I gonna tell my Dad when he asks when youâre not there?âÂ
âWait.â Clarity hit you then and you held your hand up to stop your friend in her tracks. With a glare you questioned, âDid you already say I was coming?âÂ
The guilty twitch of her eye said it all. âMaybeââ
âBecca!âÂ
âI couldnât help it!â she swore. âMy dad invited you, I couldnât tell him no.âÂ
âHe invited me?â you asked, surprised.Â
âYeah. The day we met, he called to see how I was doingâasked if I had made any new friends.âÂ
She shrugged. âWeâve moved around a lot ever since I can remember and trying to fit in somewhereâŚâ Her voice suddenly grew quiet as she solemnly whispered, âIâve never had a real friend before. Youâre the only one whoâs been able to stick around for so long and he really wants to meet you.â
The frustration embedded in you faded out to make way for the sudden ache in your heart. To your knowledge, Rebecca was a new student who transitioned to your college in the middle of the recent school year. Both of you had a couple of classes together and the first time you ever saw her still reigned fresh in your mind.Â
The doors to the auditorium crashed open as she stumbled in late and out of breath to her first class. Strands of her brown hair fell from the messy bun on the top of her head and her cheeks coloured bright red; it pained you to watch her embarrassment as a room of over a hundred stared at her, along with the professor. And so began your friendship when you rushed out of your seat to help her with her huge stack of books, ushering her to the back to sit next to you.Â
Since then the two of you had been inseparable. Rebecca was a genuine, lovely girl â sweet and a breath of fresh air to your college life. She never failed to let you know how appreciative she was to your kindness of friendship, so even though you had only known her for a short while, it felt as though she was a true friend; one who would be staying around for a while.
Sighing in defeat, there was no way you could decline the offer after hearing she had been gushing over you to her Dad. âOkay, okayâFine. Iâll comeâ AH!â
You squealed as she leapt onto you, knocking you back against your mattress as she profusely thanked you while vibrating with joy. The giggles and uncontrolled laughter that filled your room masked the unexplainable dread knotted in your stomach. But not wanting to tarnish Rebeccaâs excitement, you let go of your worries for the time being.Â
Going to the club alone wasnât an activity you made a habit out of; you understood the dangers of your vulnerability to men who couldnât take a hint.Â
However, that summer night â a hazy memory now in the present â forbade common sense and instead, threw it out of the window. Not to be seen again until you woke up the next day.Â
The stress of the week had gotten too much for you; too many assignments needing to be handed in at once, your parents bombarding you with passive aggressive texts about their ongoing disappointment with you and the cherry on top of it all, you had caught your boyfriend cheating on you with the girl he had sworn you had nothing to worry about.Â
So of course, that week in particular had tested you. But instead of moping around your dorm room, your mind unhelpfully persisted with the motion to get shitfaced drunk and allow future you to worry about your problems. In the moment, you thought that to be your most genius idea of the week â letting your hair down in a sweaty nightclub around people you didnât know and not caring about the consequences sounded perfect.Â
In hindsight, it was probably one of your most beautiful mistakes.Â
You remembered it all clearly. The newfound freedom of not giving a fuck, the humid air with the bass of the speakers invading your ears â every small detail added to the atmosphere as you were in your own world in the middle of the dancefloor, erotically swaying your hips side to side and running your hands through your hair.Â
The short cocktail dress you had worn to make yourself feel good illuminated your curves while also giving you the liberty to dance without limit to your movement. You wanted to forget for a while â go crazy and let loose.Â
Which was why the stunning pair of cerulean eyes that pinned you down across the room from the bar was your ticket to a night of fun â everything you needed at the moment in time. From your vantage point, the stranger looked to be in his forties, but in the best way possible. His form was built, the right amount of muscle carrying his frame and his grown out brown locks tucked behind his ears. No one had ever looked more sexy to you.Â
Aware of being the center of attention to an attractive stranger, you smoothed your hands down from your hair, seductively over your neck, teasing your glowing skin and finally to your chest. You bit your lip when his hungry stare that soaked your lace underwear focused on your tits, overspilling from your dress and you watched, smug and exhilarated as the unknown man tightened his fist against his tight trouser cladded thighs.Â
Through the whole night, the delightful burn of his stare never left you. A brand was marked into your skin; a warning to everyone else that you were spoken for â only for the night at least.Â
If you ordered a drink at the bar, the stranger was a couple of seats down from you, greedily lapping up your figure. If you were sitting in the smokers area, catching your breath and cooling down, he was there too, leaning against the brick wall smoking a cigarette with his attention solely focused on you, no matter the amount of women who were not so discreetly throwing themselves over him.Â
Even at the end of the night, as you once again danced to the deep bass of the beat among everyone else, he watched you from his own corner, still as enamored with you as the first time your eyes met.Â
Adrenaline spiked your veins. It was addicting to be the object of someoneâs desires, to be seen.Â
You had only spoken through heated looks and loaded glances, but he was unlike any man you had encountered before. Mysterious and cryptic. You were just as lost in him as he was into you and you couldnât have cared less that he was obviously older than you. It was what you needed. He was what you needed.Â
The buzz from the few shots you had taken reached their peak and you decided it was now or never to claim what you so rightfully deserved.Â
With a bounce in your step, you strutted in your heels through the crowd of people, never taking your eyes off your prize and him neither. He licked his lips as you closed the distance, stopping just before you bumped into the tip of his shoes.Â
âListen,â you spoke over the music, determined and resolute. âIâm gonna skip past the pleasantries and bullshit.â The allured stranger raised his eyebrow, intrigued. âYou want me and I definitely want you. So, do you want to get out of here?âÂ
Your bravery faltered slightly as you realised in his close proximity how direct you had been. While you were almost certain this stranger was as attracted to you as you were to him, the tiny seed of doubt that a mature man wouldnât want to hook up with someone as young as you revoked your liquid courage.Â
But that worry soon disappeared when he gave you a fierce once over now you were up close. A raging storm of lust and desire clouded his beautiful eyes, wild and desperate to get his hands on you. Your breaths came in quick and heavy as he smirked so sinfully. The bastard knew he held so much power in the palm of his hands when his body towered over yours, the difference in size between you not hard to miss. There you could tell the fun had already begun.Â
The rest of the club became a blur as he brought his mouth down to your ear. You felt each slow and steady breath against the curve of your neck and you were sure even in the darkness, he noticed the goosebumps that littered your skin. âAll I need you to know tonight is my name.â His voice was as sexy as you had imagined, a deep, rasped husk that made your legs weak. But it was his next words that almost made you collapse. âBecause itâs the only thing youâre gonna be screaminâ for the rest of the night, darlinâ.âÂ
Your mind grew foggy at the next sequence of events. The hustle of getting into a car and fiercely making out in the backseat until you arrived at an upscale hotel. Everything happened so fast. One minute you were waiting impatiently at the reception desk and the next you were stumbling into a lavish hotel room, unable to keep your hands off each other as items of clothing flew across the room in your haste to get naked.Â
The two of you bumped into the array of furniture in the hallway, the thought of tearing away from each other's lips unbearable. Bucky, you learned was his name, was an amazing kisser, his tongue gently teased yours as he threaded his fingers through your hair and he kept a firm grip of your cheeks like he was desperate to keep you close.Â
âFuck,â he slurred between kisses. âYouâre soâ fuckinââ gorgeous.â His eagerness to keep his lips against yours while complimenting you spun you for a loop, unfamiliar to this kind of intensity. Â
The clink of dog tags were the culprit to halt your motions while he kept on kissing you, traveling down the slope of your neck and to your shoulders to bite your skin. As he was occupied, you took your chance to admire his physique. For a man his age, he was jacked â a toned stomach with several abs sharp enough to cut and two deliciously slender grooves running underneath his trousers to a bulge big enough for you to let an unhinged moan escape.Â
His body was sickening, he truly had no business to look as good as he did for a man his age. But like hell were you going to complain when all the boys at college disappointed you time and time again. The bar was low and this man had already exceeded your expectations, he was only supposed to be an idea fit for your wildest fantasies. Yet, there he was, real and existing.Â
Time was of the essence and you wasted none of it as you ripped yourself out of his hold, left in only your underwear, and dropped to your knees without pause to hurriedly remove his belt.Â
âOh, shit.â He gulped. âBabyâ babyâyou donât have to do thatââÂ
You hushed his assurances and batted away his hands that tried to pull you up without real effort. âNo, I donât have to. But I want to.â Fluttering your eyes, you looked up at him and slyly smirked. âLet me suck your cock. You just worry about having a good time.â With a wink, you unlooped the expensive leather through the buckle and dropped it to the floor, soon after working to unzip his fly and rid him of the offending trousers that stood in your way.Â
The material slid down his thick thighs and he was left stood in his underwear, black briefs tented from his hard cock. A frenzied need to soothe the urge to get your mouth around him took the reins when you instantly nuzzled into his crotch.
âFuck me, youâre a needy little slut arenât you?â He wrapped your hair into a ponytail around his fist, controlling your movements. Though, there was no reason to, eager as you were. You would have done anything he asked.Â
You did do anything he asked.Â
You hummed while suckling the tip of his cock over the material of his underwear, âMhm.â He threw his head back and groaned like a wild beast while you admired the wet patch growing on the fabric before your very eyes. It was unhinged â raw. But your stranger of the night didnât seem to care, too fucked out as his eyes rolled back from pleasure.Â
Unable to control your burst of desire, you suddenly shucked his briefs down.Â
Your mouth fell open at the sheer size of him, an audible gasp echoed over the silence of the marble walls. Never had you seen a dick as pretty or big before and the drool that had gathered in your mouth began to leak out the side of your mouth.Â
You were aching for him.Â
With a cocky smile, the man tapped under your chin twice to direct your head upwards. âUp here, darlinââI want those pretty eyes on me when you take my cock.âÂ
Immediately opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out for him, he chuckled breathily at the crazed look in your dilated pupils. âWell, arenât you just the biggest whore I ever did see.â Grabbing his cock and pressing the tip onto your tongue, he began to slide it forward. âGood fuckinâ job I like âem that way. Now open up wide so I can fuck your throat, babyââ
âBabe!âÂ
Jolting out of your memory infused dream with a shriek, you span your head around to Rebecca in the drivers seat of her car. âOh, there you are!â she hissed, teasingly. âI called for you like ten times. Where the fuck did you go?âÂ
You swallowed the dryness coating your throat and hastily sat up. A hot sweat had settled over your skin and you immediately grabbed your water bottle from the footwell and chugged it down.Â
Once you had cooled down, you glanced back at your friend, cringing at the raised eyebrow that meant you werenât getting out of an explanation. âI, uhâ Iâm sorry I didnâtâumâget much sleep last night,â you lamely replied.Â
The unimpressed expression on her face told you she didnât believe you. But you were saved when her face suddenly lit up with glee. âEek! Weâre finally here!âÂ
Had a three hour drive really gone by that fast?Â
Looking out the car window, your eyes widened when you saw an estate, guarded by iron gates around the whole property, surrounded by acres upon acres of land. You couldnât tear your eyes away, even when Rebecca began animatedly speaking with someone by the toll station.Â
Who the fuck was this girl?Â
Eventually, she pulled up to the house, passing the stone driveway with a water fountain in the middle and cut the engine off. âCome on, you. My Dadâs expecting us.âÂ
You were in a daze while you opened your door, stepping out the car and taking in every inch of the property. You would have never guessed your friend, the most down to earth and humble person on campus, had a lavish lifestyle with all the trimmings. It was clear she didnât feel the need to brag about her privilege and her nonchalant attitude about it only baffled you more.
The doors to the mansion suddenly swung open and what you could only have presumed to be a butler promptly rushed towards the car. âMiss Barnes, how lovely to see you again.âÂ
Rebecca scoffed and hugged the man without hesitation. âDonât be silly. You know you donât call me that.âÂ
Even with her sweetness, he remained as professional then ever and brushed by her to pick up her bags. âOf course, Miss Barnes. Your father is out at the minute, but he has left you a gift by the entryway table.âÂ
With a high pitched scream, your friend ran inside without looking back. It was hard not to smile at her carefree ways and trying to shake the deepening apprehensiveness from the moment Rebecca invited you, you rounded to the boot of the car to grab your luggage.Â
âThat wonât be necessary, maâam.â The butler immediately stepped forward and swiftly picked up your bags along with Rebeccaâs with ease.Â
âOh, no thatâs okay, honestly! I can bring them in no problem!â You tried detesting, not used to any kind of special treatment.
But it was no use as he kindly insisted, âThere is no need to worry. Please relax and join your friend, I believe there is a gift for you too.âÂ
Sighing, you yielded and eventually followed in your friendâs steps, twiddling your fingers anxiously while you walked into the foyer of the mansion.Â
Carefully crafted marble walls with what you could only guess were decorated with millions of dollars worth of extravagant paintings, lined up neatly up to the grand, spiral staircase where a round oak table sat in front of it.Â
You instantly spotted two gift baskets, difficult to miss as they were both filled to the brim with an assortment of treats and bright pink tissue paper.Â
Rebecca was already busy appreciating hers, taking care to read the note her father had presumably left her and gushing over the copious amount of sweet treats, new nightwear and a cashmere blanket, like this wasnât a regular occurrence to her.Â
However, it was surprising to see you had also been spoiled; all of your favourites, intricately placed in the hamper. Your eye caught the note addressed with your name on and hesitantly, you reached out for it and unfolded the card â a simple yet polite message inside.Â
I can only apologise that I wasnât here upon your arrival.Â
Iâve heard great things about you from my Becs and I sincerely look forward to meeting you when Iâm home.Â
Please make yourself comfortable and enjoy the contents of your gift basket.Â
J.B.B.
âOh, heâs the best,â Rebecca swooned, hugging the white blanket to her chest. âHe said he got called into work for a couple of hours so he should be back tonight.Â
You exhaled, flitting your eyes over your new gifts. The information eased your nerves slightly â you were never any good at meeting parents, whether that be of friends or partners. The dynamic of a happy household wasnât one you had experience with and the idea of ruining first impressions caused an anxiety you didnât particularly care to revisit often. Especially now that Rebecca had come into your life â a friend you could absolutely see yourself building a strong bond with.Â
Realising you had been silent for too long, you spoke up, âYour Dad is very kind.â Your fingers inched forward and ran over the soft material of your very own matching cashmere blanket, it felt like you were touching a cloud. From the corner of your eye, you caught your friend suddenly looking sheepish. âWhatâs wrong?â you asked, turning towards her.Â
âIâm sorry about all of this.â She vaguely gestured her hand up in the air, to which you guessed she meant the sheer amount of money that screamed in your face. âI didnât warn you and I should have. It's just thatââ Rebeccaâs eyes darted down and she crossed her arms over her stomach, shrinking in on herself.Â
You stepped closer, rubbing your hand over her arm for comfort. âHey, itâs okay. You can tell me.âÂ
She took a deep breath before lifting her gaze to you and shrugging. âI didnât know if your intentions would be good if you knew about the money.âÂ
âOh, Becs.â Your heart ached at the obvious trauma from her past. Squeezing her arm, you attempted to uplift the sullen mood with some playful teasing. âI became your friend because I couldnât get rid of you. Although, now it doesnât hurt to know your family is loaded.âÂ
Reluctantly, the smile grew on her face, turning into a bright grin she no longer could hide. âYouâre awful.âÂ
âTell me about it.â You winked, nudging her hip with your own. âSeriously, youâre a good person and Iâm your friend because I want to be. I couldnât give a fuck if youâre rich.âÂ
The muscles of her body relaxed and she quickly pulled you into a hug. âThank you, babe.âÂ
âItâs nothing, silly.â You squeezed her one last time before breaking away.Â
Rebecca sniffled, blinking away the onslaught of tears that were close to falling before cheerfully grabbing her basket. âCome on then, letâs go set up and order some pizza.âÂ
Picking up your own basket, you followed your friend up to her room.
The few hours spent working on your assignments, eating pizza and listening to music flew by. Spending so much time with Rebecca actually turned out to be fun. You usually spent all your free time by yourself, respiting into a hermit because of your inability to enjoy friendly companionship. Â
But it was to your surprise that you found yourself not regretting agreeing to the trip. The thought of being back at your dorm, wasting your night away by sleeping, watching trash tv and succumbing to the vibator in your bedside drawer begging you to relive a night of passion now seemed sad as you glanced at your friend and the corner of your lip curled up.Â
That bubble burst quickly when a shout coming from the foyer echoed up to the open bedroom door. âRebecca, sweetheartâIâm home!âÂ
Instantly, her eyes widened and she shoved the laptop she was using off her lap at once, squealing with joy before leaping off the bed and running downstairs. âDad!âÂ
Your fingers twitched over the keyboard of your own laptop in anticipation, looking towards the door and sighing in resignation.Â
Decidingly, you thought it was best to give your friend a moment with her father. Not at all because you wanted to prolong the inevitable as long as possible.Â
But as a couple of minutes went by, the tick of the pink clock on the desk getting louder and louder by the second, you figured your absence would go noticed and so you begrudgingly shut the lid of your laptop to slowly begin making your way out of the room.Â
As you reached the balcony at the top of the staircase, you looked down just as Rebecca hugged her Dad tightly. An ache panged in your heart.
You werenât close with your parents; neither of them checked up on you or asked when youâd be coming home to see them. They only contacted you when they felt like spewing their badly-hidden resentment towards you and the hurt you thought you had buried long ago began to make its way front and center.Â
You shook your head and cleared your throat. You wouldnât do this, wouldnât tarnish your stay with your friend over something so silly â or be scared to meet her parent. So with a deep breath, you glided down the steps.Â
Rebeccaâs Dad had his back turned to you, which meant you only saw his thick head of hair, tucked neatly behind his ears and the muscles of his back straining against the white dress shirt he wore.Â
You were unable to pinpoint the exact reason a tingle started to form in your lower stomach, the sensation extremely familiar by now, but you immediately scolded yourself and pinched the skin of your thigh to snap out of whatever mood had caused such depravity. This was your friendâs father; get it together. Â
As you reached the bottom of the steps, your friendâs eyes locked onto yours and her whole face beamed. âDad,â she gasped excitedly. âI want you to meet my friend.âÂ
You steeled your features; the warmest smile you could manage with the straightest posture possible.Â
Time stood still when Rebecca stepped back to let her Dad turn around. Your emotions were all under control and you finally felt like you could do this.Â
But that was until your eyes met and your face dropped. Those blue eyes, those damn blue eyes, you would remember them anywhere.Â
Bile began to rise in your throat when he faced you completely. Suddenly, you were thrown back to that forbidden night that all started with the same man across the room by the bar, watching you like you were his last meal. Bucky.
You held back a loud gasp, aware that Rebecca was witnessing the interaction. Though, your blood ran cold when his lips lifted into a grin, one you knew a little too well.Â
The palms of your hands were clammy with sweat and your heart hammered inside your chest. You werenât sure how to play this, the stifling silence had already been stretched out ridiculously.Â
Rebeccaâs voice broke the quiet with an awkward chuckle. âSorry Dad, weâre a little stumped. Exams have been kicking our asses lately and the drive over was long.â
Guilt crippled you then. While you could never have known the one night stand who invaded your thoughts daily would turn out to be your best friend's father, it still didnât change anything â you fucked her Dad.
He finally took his eyes away from you to swing an arm around his daughter and laughed in fondness. âDonât worry, I understand, Becsâyou girls must be exhausted.â He then lifted his gaze back to you. âYou must be the one she hasnât stopped talking about.â
You swallowed the lump in your throat. He doesnât remember you? The lack of expression or recognition instilled a sense of hope within you.Â
Maybe he had forgotten about your night together â the low lighting of the club you met him at and the haze of alcohol hindering your senses as he took you to a hotel created a perfection concoction of forgetfulness you rationalised.Â
Eventually, deciding to act oblivious and hope for the best, you stammered up the courage to introduce yourself. âMâMr Barnes. Thank you for letting me stay in your home.â
âOh none of that, please.â A shiver raced down your spine, memories of begs and whimpers taunting your mind. âIâm James. But call me Bucky, darlinâ.âÂ
It took all the strength you had to trap the moan on the verge of escaping your lips. Yep, you definitely remembered that name.Â
Rebeccaâs Dad stuck out his hand in front of you. âIâm very happy to meet you.â Your eyes darted between his hand and his face and then to your friend. Steadying your breath, you hesitantly placed your hand into his and felt his fingers tighten against yours. He shook your hand, his thumb gliding over your skin.Â
Tightening your lips in anguish, you replied, âVâVery happy to meet you, too.âÂ
Buckyâs touch lingered against yours until you snatched your hand out of his when Rebecca hopped giddily and clapped her hands. âOh, this is great! This weeks going to be so fun!â Â
You didnât return the sentiment. This week was going to be your worst nightmare come to life â your biggest mistake being dangled on a string in front of you, only reminding you what a piece of shit you were.Â
âOkay, Dad. Weâre gonna catch up on a little more work, so Iâll come find you later.â Your friend grabbed your hand that was limped by your side and started to pull you back up the stairs.Â
âHard workers, ainât you?â he laughed. âIf you need anything let me know.âÂ
âThanks Dad, will do!â Rebecca shouted back down the stairs.Â
When you had reached the first landing balcony, you couldnât help sneaking one more tiny glance at the one night stand you never thought you would see again. But your heart skipped a beat as you saw him already looking up at you and he slid his hand out of his suit pocket to wave at you before you disappeared.Â
You were sitting on Rebeccaâs bed, waiting for her return when the inevitable happened.Â
An emergency she called it, when she slipped her feet into her shoes and swiftly threw on her hoodie, claiming an issue with her neighbour she absolutely needed to handle.Â
You had tried insisting on going with her, an extra pair of hands to help out. But she instantly pushed away your pleas, telling you not to worry and to focus on your work. That was Becca, a true sweetheart. But you wanted to strangle her then, scold her for leaving you in uncharted territory by yourself.Â
Nervous and on edge, you couldnât concentrate on your assignment for the longest time. You consistently made quick glances to the open door of your friendâs bedroom, listened for footsteps upon the landing. Soon enough though, your nerves died down when nothing happened and it allowed you to focus on your laptop, finally becoming fixated on your assignment.Â
The only unusual thing that caught you off guard by yourself was the sudden heat of the house. You had built up a sweat in your hoodie and, unable to handle it, you took the fleeced material off in a swift flourish, leaving you in a tank top and shorts.Â
Other than that, you powered through, happy to be finally getting somewhere with your work. You werenât even sure how much time had passed since Rebecca had left and the worry of how long it was taking her to come home slipped your mind.Â
Your guard was down while you hummed to the low music, lying on your stomach, back facing the door and typing away as you swung your legs in the air.
âI see youâre working hard.âÂ
Yelping in fright, you almost fell off the bed, the deep grunt of Buckyâs smooth tone scaring you from the sanctuary of his daughter's room. You whipped your head around to see your friendâs Dad leaned against the doorway dressed in a tight black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, his dog tags rested against his chest. Â
The sight was a difficult one to swallow.Â
It was instinct to turn around so you were facing him as you raced to shuffle up Rebeccaâs bed â a danger, your mind cautioned, to have your back turned to a wolf.Â
He held his hands out in front of him as he walked towards you, as though taming a frightened lamb. âHey there, itâs only me. No need to be scared.âÂ
âSâSorry. I was a little lost in my assignment.â You apologised as you scrambled to gather all of your supplies together, desperate to gain some space from Bucky. âI think Iâm done for the night, though. So Iâll just go downstairs and wait for BeccaââÂ
âHold up.â Bucky sat on his daughter's bed, leaving little to no proximity between you to effectively trap you in. âThereâs no rush now, is there?âÂ
Exhaling shakily, you stuttered, âNâNoâ um, not at all, Mr Barnesââ
âBucky,â he corrected gently.Â
âYes, BâBucky.â You struggled to test his name on your tongue, not having spoken it since your night together. âIâm so sorry.âÂ
Rebeccaâs dad just laughed, amused at your rambling.Â
A tension, seemingly only one-way, swallowed you whole, threatening to drown you. It was impossible to hold direct eye contact with his ocean blues eyes, ones that ran vivid through your mind in your nights alone filled with heated memories and your biggest â now new favourite â vibrator.
His voice snapped you out of lust filled haze. âRebecca shouldnât be too long. Poor old neighbour lost his wife a couple of years back and Becsâthe angel she isâgoes over to help him when he needs it.âÂ
You could see it. She was the sort to not think twice about helping anyone in need and the thought eased your mind. âWell,â you smiled, hoping you didn't look as awkward as you felt. âThatâs very kind of her.âÂ
âThatâs my Becs,â Mr Barnes proudly grinned.Â
The room grew silent once again. Picking your fingernails, you fought to calm the cold, harsh anxiety eating away at you. It still seemed as though Bucky couldnât remember you, but a nagging feeling in your gut wouldnât let that settle your nerves.Â
âI just thought Iâd come check on you anyway, sweetheart. Y'know, make sure youâve settled in nicely for the week.â He smiled while placing his palm on the bed in the small space between you, leaning his weight against it as he got closer.Â
âYâYeah.â You cleared your throat before continuing, keeping your answers short. âMhm, Iâm all good, thank you.â You smiled tightly, hoping Bucky would take the hint to leave, but alas your luck was short.Â
âWhat you been workinâ on then, darlinâ?â He nodded to your laptop resting on your legs.Â
âOh, not much.â You downplayed. âJust a written piece, nothing majorâ no wait!ââ Bucky cut you off as he abruptly swiped your laptop from your lap, the cold ring on his pinky finger brushing against the bare skin of your thigh. Before you could even think of hastily clambering for it back, he already had your laptop open and sitting on his thick thighs as he began reading.Â
âA psychology major, huh?â Bucky smirked, eyes scattering across the screen to take your assignment in. âImpressive. Youâre a very clever girl.âÂ
Heat quickly rose up your neck, warming your cheeks as you were rendered speechless. A heavy ache between your legs left you squeezing your thighs together because of his praise â his words sent you straight back to the night against the hotelâs glassed windows he had brutally fucked you against while worshipping how much of a good girl you were for taking all of him.Â
Quickly, you shook the intense thought from your mind, scolding yourself for letting it happen an umpteenth time. âReally, itâs nothing,â you said.
Bucky stopped reading your work and looked at you intensely, enough to make you squirm. âYou really shouldnât put yourself down like that.â Placing your laptop on the floor, he smoothly shuffled closer to you. You couldnât help but stare at the hand he moved into your vicinity. His touch as he laid it on the naked skin of your thigh sent a thrill through your whole body. âHasnât anyone ever praised you before, huh?âÂ
His intricate voice, delicate and gentle soothed you and excited you both in equal measure. The previous alarm bells blaring in your head were non-existent when he squeezed the meat of your thigh so tenderly with his large hands. âIâ umâ I donâtââ
âNobody told you how proud they are of you?âÂ
Your eyes glossed over as the shield you had built for yourself started to dismantle. Bucky was right. You were lonely and tired and you worked so hard for little reward. Your parents didnât tell you they were proud of you, nobody ever told you how good you had been.Â
Buckyâs hand moved up to cup your cheek, his thumb delicately rubbing over your lip. You melted into his touch too quickly. âShh, itâs alright, sweetheart. Iâm proud of you.â Â
You willingly fell into a dangerous trap he had set out as your eyes fluttered closed. Your friendâs Dadâs caress was so familiar, even after so long â his scent intoxicating and his voice a melody to the scrambled mess in your head.Â
It didnât occur to you then, the issue with Bucky inching more forward, almost until his chest was plastered to yours. The thought of his strange comfortability with his daughterâs friend wasnât worthy of space in your head.Â
For once you werenât thinking of Rebecca.
Until the slam of the front door ricocheted up the stairs and into her bedroom. âIâm home, Dad!â
Your eyes shot open and you gave yourself a quick second to get lost in Buckyâs gaze before you leaped up in panic.Â
You were half expecting him to also worry, to quickly dart out of the room. But instead he carelessly stood up from the bed along with you and combed his hair back with his fingers.Â
âDad! Where are you?âÂ
Pure terror. The fear of being caught in a compromising position with Bucky by your friend was overwhelming as your hands shook. Rebeccaâs footsteps began to sound over the stairs and you closed your eyes, waiting for chaos.Â
It was only a couple of seconds after your stomach jumped in frightful anticipation when you felt her presence join you. âBabe, have youâ What the fuck are you doing?âÂ
Your stomach lurched. Slowly squinting an eye open, you saw your friend standing in the doorway looking at you in confusion. You steadily tracked your sight across the room, expecting to see Bucky. To your surprise, he wasnât there anymore.Â
You opened your eyes fully, the fear easing away some though your nerves were still alight with edginess. âI donâtâ I donât know.âÂ
âUm, okay?â Becca said wearily. âAnyway, have you seen my Dad, I wanted to talk to him before we head to bed.âÂ
This was a chance, you inwardly thought. To tell your best friend about everything while your friendship could still be repaired.Â
But the probability of disclosing your secret and potentially ruining Rebeccaâs life won out. âNo. I havenât seen him.â The lie tasted sour on your tongue and shame clawed its way back to the surface.Â
Your friend smiled brightly and shrugged. âNo problem, Iâll go find him. Iâll be back to work on assignments in a minute.â She exited her room in search of her Dad.Â
You crumpled to the bed and hung your head in your hands, exhaling deeply. Youâre a shitty person, the voice in your head supplied unhelpfully.Â
After a while, Rebecca had returned to her room and for the rest of the evening, you both worked on your respective assignments; her chattering away happily while you stared at the screen of your laptop blankly, adding nothing to the open document until the two of you decided to call it a night.
Unexpectedly though, instead of getting ready for bed together, your friend showed you to a guest room.Â
âBecca,â you laughed. âI thought Iâd be staying in your room for the night. You knowâwith you?âÂ
âWell, I told my Dad you liked your own space and he set up one of the guest rooms for you. It's no biggie.â She shrugged.Â
Right. Because of course you wouldnât be staying with her when there were an endless amount of spare bedrooms on the first floor alone.Â
You cursed yourself in that moment, reliving your protests of spending the midterm break alone because of your need for space.Â
âAre you sure?â You tried again, the vulnerability of being by yourself without the buffer of Rebecca taunting you. âWe could have a sleepover! Watch movies and stay up late!â
But she just raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. âGirl, I know you are dying for a minute to yourselfâto relax and decompress.â Holding your hand, she softly laughed. âI practically begged you to come here and you agreed. Youâve been more kind to me in the minute we met than most of my old friends over the span of the years I knew them. So please, the least I could do is give you a break during the nights.âÂ
The guilt ate you alive; her selflessness and naturally good heart steadily chipping away at your conscience. Why the hell did she have to be so nice?Â
Putting on your best smile, you tried to rid of the nasty voice spitting venom inside your head. You slept with her fucking Dad, you whore â you donât deserve this. Outwardly, you said, âI donât deserve this, Becs. It's too much.â A somewhat admittance of the truth; the full story you would take to the grave, if only to keep your friendship intact.
âOh, hush. Of course you do.â She pushed you away playfully into your new room. âNow go freshen up and get some sleep. Iâll see you in the morning.âÂ
Clenching your hands in unexplained nerves, you wished her goodnight while she began to walk down the hall to her own room. âSee you tomorrow, Becs.â The door closed with a click and you dropped your forehead against the wood with a loud thud.Â
You could do this, you reasoned with yourself. It was only for a couple of days, and as long as you stayed close to Rebecca and was not left alone with her father, you could ignore your inner thoughts â the vile, disgusting voice that simultaneously begged you to to crawl on all fours to him like a desperate bitch and be ashamed of your sins.
It wasnât difficult to fall asleep. Exhaustion from the events of a long day and a shower with the most luxurious products you had ever used assisted you with that and you whispered an internal gratitude to the fluffy pillows you laid your head on for helping you escape reality before you closed your eyes.Â
However, you were awoken from your deep slumber when the rattle of your bedroom door knob interrupted your dreamless sleep. You had to fight the heaviness of your body as you sat up, rubbing your eyes with a groan before you tried squinting through the darkness to no avail.Â
The sudden thought of your friend coming to annoy you after all surprisingly made you crack a smile. âBecs?â you sleepily called out.Â
The latch of the door clicked as it steadily creeped open and you rolled your eyes at your friendâs antics. âIf youâre trying to scare me then ha haâvery funny, dork.âÂ
Your sight began to adjust, outlines and shadows soon becoming more clear but still a struggle to make out in the late hour. Â
Though there was no response from your friend. Silence shrouded over the room with only your small breaths to be heard.Â
You stared at the doorway expectedly, waiting for a response you wouldnât get. âBecca?â you called out warily once more.
But that time, as the door clicked shut with a deafening loudness, a deep voice â one that definitely did not belong to your friend â answered. âYâknow, you look just as pretty as you did the night we met.âÂ
Cold dread had every muscle of your body locking up. It became clear then that it wasnât Rebecca that had entered your room. More so a tall figure, clad in only his underwear and his dog tags.
âMâMr Barnes?â your lips quivered with panic. âWhatâ What are you doing?âÂ
Every clink of the metal around his neck haunted you with each step he made closer. You scrambled up towards the headboard, plastering yourself against the wood.Â
Pointless when he sat beside you on the bed, bending his knee to lean one leg against your thigh. The feel of his bare skin against yours burned.Â
âNo need to be afraid, sweetheart,â Bucky chuckled. âYou know me, donât you?âÂ
You gulped. Sudden dizziness blurred his face to your eyes and the deprivation of your sight made his touch all the more electrifying when he swept your hair to the side and kissed your shoulder.Â
A shudder ran down your spine, the strap of your silk nightgown falling down your arm and stripping you of your only defense left against him.Â
âMr Barnes,â you tried again, more pleadingly.Â
âWhat have I said about calling me that, hm? You know my name well enough by now, pretty girl. Youâve screamed it enough.â His tormenting laugh vibrated through you while he still peppered feather light kisses across your skin.Â
You begged your body to move, for your hands to push him away and your voice to shout for Rebecca. Alas, you kept to your place, still as stone.Â
âYou canâtâ you canât be here,â you whispered shakily.Â
Bucky smirked. âOh really? Is this not my house, sweetheart?â Your nipples pebbled against the silk material covering them as his breath cascaded goosebumps over your skin in its trail. âBeen tryinâ so hard to restrain myself since I saw you again this morninâ. But I canât fuckinâ hold back anymore.âÂ
âYou remember me,â you managed to choke out.
Bucky hummed, laving his tongue over the sweat building on your neck. âLike I could ever forget a girl like you.âÂ
The knot in your stomach tightened, each press of his lips over your body immobilising you further. Bucky knew who you were, from the moment your eyes connected in the foyer. The reality set in then â deep and unsettling and delicious, all at once.Â
âI had to act like I didnât know you, baby. Couldnât have Rebecca finding out her only friend knows the taste of her Dadâs cock now, could I?âÂ
You felt sick. Your mind raged in war between a guilty conscience and your own pleasure. To give in would be evil, so horrendously sick and twisted.
A single tear dropped from your watery eyes and slowly rolled down your cheek, the sudden saltiness hitting Buckyâs tongue and making him groan. âFuck, donât tease me already, baby.âÂ
âSheâs my friend,â you whimpered. âI canât do this to her.âÂ
Bucky looked up, a soft expression on his face. âOh, darlinâ. I love her too, really.â His lip curled up then, a wolfish gleam in his eye. âBut I canât go another minute without touchinâ you.âÂ
Placing his forehead against yours, his hand traveled up from your thigh, all the way over your stomach until he reached your tits. You squeezed your eyes tightly closed when his forefinger and thumb pinched your nipple through the silk. âDoesnât this feel good, hm? Doesnât this feel right?â
Against your will, you released a high pitched keen. âBucky.â
His chest rumbled in delight, a deep purr in your ear. However, your mind still bartered with itself, unrelenting in its inability to give in. âBut what if Beccaâ?âÂ
âShe doesnât have to know a damn thing, baby.â Bucky turned his head and bit over the pulse of your neck. âItâll be our dirty little secret.âÂ
Your head was filled with clouds, a fog smothering over any rational thought. Especially with the way Bucky began to sneakily slip the other strap of your nightgown down. He was mesmerising in his actions, his fragile touches that made you feel special.Â
You so desperately wanted to feel special.Â
Just like he made you feel back in the summer.Â
The evil voice in your mind hissed at you â dirty, disgusting, whore. The hopeful one became louder â lonely, unloved, tired.Â
You were so fucking tired.Â
The fight in you left. You were a goner, a sacrificial lamb while you tilted your head back to reveal more of you. The walls you so carefully crafted came crumbling down pathetically.Â
Bucky didnât waste any time taking advantage of that. âThereâs my good girl. Let it happen, baby.âÂ
The moon shone through the window, becoming the only source of light in the darkness and its glow blanketed over the same features as the strobe lights in the club back in summer.Â
Fate hadnât been on your side from the moment it cruelly introduced Becca into your life when it had already manifested your demise with her Dad. So who were you to try and change it?
Letting your body take control over your mind, you turned your head, grabbed Bucky by the back of his neck and crashed your lips to his â finally giving into temptation. His answering moan of shock and arousal made you more daring and you snuck your tongue into his mouth too.Â
Bucky ripped away, a string of saliva connected between your lips. âYou still wear the same fuckinâ cherry chapstick,â he groaned, before squeezing your breast tightly. âFuckâgo lay your head at the end of the bed for me, sweetheart. Want that shit around my cock.âÂ
With urgency, you rushed over to the edge of the mattress, lying on your back and making sure your head hung over the bed. Your view was upside down, warped while you watched Bucky stroll towards you with bated breath.Â
He stood behind you, all menacing and tall â you had never felt smaller in your life, though you liked the feeling with him.Â
The veins on Buckyâs forearm bulged from his skin as he brought his hand to your throat. Lightly, he caressed his thumb over the junction of your neck. âDo you remember how eagerly you sucked my dick last time?âÂ
You swallowed the lump in your throat, the bob of it transcending under his large hand. âIâ I do.âÂ
He smirked down at you. âYou gonna make me proud again, baby?âÂ
Your eyes glazed over with neediness. âPleaseâWant to make you proud of me.âÂ
His bright white teeth gleamed with his predatory smile. âStick out your tongue for me, darlinâ.âÂ
Doing as he asked, you opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out, uncaring to how easily you obeyed his commands.Â
âGood job, sweetheart.â Bucky brought his hands up to his underwear and with a swift pull, his black briefs fell to the ground.Â
You preened like a cat at the sight of his cock bobbing into your view. The light casting in from the moon glistened over the underside of his dick, the purple head pulsing harshly.Â
Bucky pumped his cock slowly twice, a premature pearl of cum gathering at the head. âYou ready for me, baby?âÂ
Nodding your head hungrily up at him, you whined, âUh-huh.â
Bucky positioned himself closer to you, your head hung between his spread legs. You waited in anticipation for him to inch forward and slide his length down your throat, but instead he tapped the head of his cock against your wet tongue.Â
The resounding slap caused you to rub your thighs together in agony, the feel of his heavy weight divine.Â
âAw, babygirl,â Bucky teased. âYou missed me that much you canât help those tingles already, huh?â He tapped his length against you again and his eyes fluttered. âThereâs more where that came from.âÂ
The desperation to wrap your lips around his cock was overbearing and so you sealed your mouth around him, suckling the tip with a refound hunger.Â
âHoly fuck.â Buckyâs legs trembled at the shock of your sudden confidence. âOh, just like that, sweetheart.âÂ
You swiped your tongue around the bulbous head of his dick, moaning rabidly at his salty taste. Buckyâs natural musk was addictive and you tried to shuffle your body closer to take more of his length, but he quickly grabbed your hips to stop you. âWoahâslow down there. Daddyâs the one runninâ the show tonight, not you.âÂ
You let go of his cock with a pop. âPlease, Daddy.â Your pleas were breathless as you panted for air. âWant all of youâplease!âÂ
Leaning over until his lips brushed yours, Bucky kissed you deeply before murmuring, âDonât worry your pretty little head about that, Iâll make sure you take all of me.âÂ
He stood back up promptly, giving you whiplash in your current state. âNow open that slutty little mouth. Wide.âÂ
Hardly giving you time to do as he asked, Bucky shoved his entire length down your throat. Your eyes widened as you gagged around him.Â
âShh, baby. Youâre okay, relax.â Opposite to his brutal force, he brushed softly over your chin. âYou can handle me. Youâve done it before, right?âÂ
Breathing through your nose calmly was a challenge with his thick cock limiting your intake of oxygen. But you wanted so badly to fulfill Buckyâs wishes. So closing your eyes and willing yourself not to panic, you focused your breaths.Â
âThere we go.â The pride in his tone was exhilarating. âKnew you could do it, darlinâ.â
Bucky kept still for a few more seconds, allowing you to get used to the intrusion of the new position before he began to ease his cock out of your throat and gently push back in. âYeah, you remember my cock donât you, sweetheart? Your tight little throat feels so fuckinâ good.âÂ
Your hands came up to grip the back of his firm thighs to ground yourself. You felt every inch of him glide down until his tip reached your windpipe and you coughed violently, sputtering around him.
âThatâs right, baby. Choke on me.â Bucky upped the speed of his pace then and your nails dug deep into his flesh.Â
While his actions turned harsh and forceful, your pleasure grew and with your squirming, the skirt of your nightgown began to ride up your body without you realising.Â
Bucky did though, almost immediately. You couldnât see how his eyes snapped towards the bare skin of your thighs and lower stomach and to his pleasant surprise, you weren't wearing any panties.Â
The sound of his laughter while his hips continued to pump into you made your nerves spike.Â
âMy sweet girl,â he cooed short windedly. âYou mustâve known I was coming, huh? Not wearing anything under that cute little outfit.â
You squealed, unable to say anything while sucking his cock, though the vibrations of your moans made Buckyâs thrusts falter.Â
âFuckâshit, baby. I almost forgot how good you are at that,â he laughed. His hands traveled tantalising over your stomach until he reached the bottom of your nightgown. âLet Daddy see what youâve been hidinâ from me.âÂ
The silk material unpeeled from your skin as Bucky lifted it over your breasts. Your full body was on display for him and you fidgeted bashfully under his scrutiny. Your sight was compromised, your movements were limited and your thoughts were scrambled.Â
âOh, darlinâ. Youâre a doll, ainât you?â Buckyâs rough and calloused hands smoothed over your bare skin. He palmed your breasts roughly, just once before inching down to your lower stomach. âNow, you gonna show me what I really wanna see?âÂ
It didnât take you a second to spread your legs for him, the cold air hitting your soaked cunt.Â
âThatâs it,â he murmured. âOpen those gorgeous thighs for me, I wanna see how wet my baby girl is.âÂ
Bucky leaned over your body, pushing his cock even further down your throat. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, but your body soon jolted at the feel of his finger sliding through your folds.Â
You screamed around his dick and tapped his thighs for a breather, which he so graciously granted. As soon as he tilted his hips to let his cock fall out of your mouth, you gasped loudly. âOh my godâ Bucky, I canât. I canât I canât, pleaseââÂ
Your hoarse voice was cut off when Bucky wrapped his free hand around your throat. âShut the fuck up and take it.âÂ
His cock laid against your cheek while he looked into your eyes. He forewent easing you into it and instead forced two of his fingers into your cunt. You were about to cry out until he shoved his cock down your throat again with a sigh. âGuess Daddyâs gonna have to keep you quietâsuch a noisy girl.âÂ
The clink of his dog tags with each thrust mixed with your gurgles around his cock, a mixture of your spit and precum bubbling around your mouth and running messily down your chin. The stretch of his fingers unprepared was painful and yet it blended perfectly into pleasure. âMmph!âÂ
âYeah? You like that, sweetheart?â Bucky choked when he thrusted into your mouth at a particular angle. Taking advantage of his legs twitching erratically, you managed to release his dick and reach further back to his balls.Â
Wasting no time, you sucked them into your mouth while his cock slapped against your cheeks, smothering precum all over your face.Â
âFuck,â he groaned, keeping the steady rhythm of his fingers pumping into your pussy. âYou filthy fuckinâ whoreâyou just want all aâme donât ya?âÂ
You hummed while playing with balls, using your tongue to tease over his perineum. Bucky was losing his composure fast and the thrill of it made the knot in your stomach tighter.Â
But not one to be outdone, he ripped his fingers out of your cunt and slapped your clit, hard. You let go with a pop and squealed his name. âBucky!âÂ
You tried closing your legs, the sensation too overwhelming. Though it was useless with his strength as he held your thighs apart to carry on bringing his hand down firmly on your cunt. âI thought you wanted to play dirty, darlinâ,â he growled. âDaddyâs just having some fun.âÂ
Your body jolted with each slap delivered. You took it, even when the pain became too much and you thought you would pass out, until Bucky decided to give you respite. He left your pussy sore and aching as he lifted up away from you. A whine tore from your throat.Â
âThat's what happens when you donât do as I say.â You were manhandled up and into Buckyâs arms as he sat down against the headboard. He moved you around without a hint of struggle and placed you on his lap, facing away from him. âGood girls donât disobey Daddy, do they?âÂ
âNo,â sighed. His hard, thick length stood firm against your ass, his dog tags soothingly cold against your warm back and you whimpered pleadingly while grinding back into him. âWant it in me.âÂ
Buckyâs laughter vibrated through you. âYeah, baby? Wanna bounce on Daddyâs cock?âÂ
âYes! Please!â you cried.Â
Gliding his hands around to your front, he pinched each nipple. âWell, Iâm not stoppinâ you. Go ahead.âÂ
You inhaled deeply, gathering all your strength to lift up on your shaky legs. Using Buckyâs thighs to hold yourself, you tilted your hips up until your heat skimmed over the head of his cock. âOâOh, oh shit,â you stuttered at the sensation.Â
Buckyâs head thumped back against the headboard. âGodâIâve fuckinâ missed that cunt.âÂ
His enjoyment allowed you the courage to balance on one hand while your other reached down to grip his thick length. A strangled noise rose from Buckyâs throat, but you ignored it and swept his tip through your folds.Â
âLook whoâs gotten brave, huh?â Bucky laughed breathlessly while he played with your tits. âNot thinkinâ about poor Becs now are you, baby?âÂ
Before the harsh retort could dig deep and make a home in your conscience, you shook your head and let his cock catch on your clenching hole. âWanna be filled again.âÂ
âThen do somethinâ about it, darlinâ.â Bucky rested his chin on your shoulder and you both looked down to where your sex rested on his length. Your stomach sucked in with your uneasy breaths and after internally counting down, you dropped your hips.Â
âFuck!â Buckyâs hands gripped your breasts tightly, something to help him through how good the slick glide felt. You did the same, latching on to his meaty thighs. âShit.â
Your chests rose and fell in tandem, but the sensation of feeling so full made you tighten around his cock. âI need to move, Daddy.âÂ
His mouth moved over your neck as he spoke, âGo on, babygirl. Milk Daddyâs cock.âÂ
With his approval, you began to angle your hips up, letting his length slide out of you until the very head rested snug in your hole and then sank down again steadily. Your breath hitched while your head fell back onto his shoulder. Â
âJust like that, sweetheart. Fuckâjust like that. Keep going for me.â Buckyâs hands smoothed down to your hips and gripped them, helping you move over his cock.Â
âYouâre so bâbig,â you whispered. âForgot how big you are.âÂ
âOh, I know. But youâre doing so good for me, arenât you?â he cooed.Â
âMhm,â your head bobbed lazily up and down with your motions. âIâm your good girl, right?âÂ
Bucky grunted and made you bounce faster. âThe best, baby. Such a good girl for me.âÂ
His dick throbbed angrily inside you, its length scraping your walls and stretching you with its girth. The clapping of your thrusts grew louder, more depraved as you lost control from the divine pleasure. Had you been thinking more clearly, you would have been careful about your volume, but all your inhibitions went out the window long ago.Â
âNeed more,â you slurred. âWanna cum, but need more Daddy.âÂ
âShhâI know what you need, sweetheart.â Bucky slithered his hand down your stomach and to your heat. With your legs spread wide over his, it gave him ample opportunity to snake his fingers over your engorged clit and begin circling them. Â
You squeaked, instantly snapping your legs closed around his hand. âBucky, wait!ââ
But he forced your legs open and slapped your clit, making you jump with a shout. âDonât you fuckinâ tell me to wait. You asked me for more so youâre getting more, you slut. What happened to wantinâ to make me proud, hm?âÂ
You sobbed as a tear tracked down your cheek. âIâ I do!âÂ
âSo then youâll take itâwonât you?â Bucky growled against your ear.Â
Sniffling, you nodded, panting while bouncing on his cock. âYes.âÂ
âYes, what?âÂ
You hiccuped. âYes, DâDaddy.âÂ
Bucky hummed in approval and began thrusting up to meet your stride. âThatâs more like it.âÂ
You took what he gave you while he fucked up into your pussy. The strain of your muscles was almost unbearable, but you persevered through the pain â to be the center of his attention, to be so utterly wanted felt too compelling to give up.Â
His thrusts were harsh, rough enough to have your toes curling and his balls to smack against your skin. All those sensations paired with his ruthless circles on your clit blended to build your impending orgasm. âIâm so close,â you gasped.Â
âMe too, babygirl.â Bucky grunted, biting into his plump bottom lip. âGonna empty my load inside aâyou.âÂ
You preened, the walls of your pussy clenching around his length. âPlease.âÂ
Buckyâs hips worked overtime, a ferocious beast taking over in its haze. He brought his free hand up to your cheeks and squished them together. âWhoâs Daddyâs little cumslut, huh?âÂ
âMe,â you cried. âIâm Daddyâs cumslut.âÂ
âFuck yeah you are,â he snarled. âAnd now that Iâve got you back youâre not fuckinâ goinâ anywhere.âÂ
You were too dizzy to comprehend the weight behind his words, instead you slammed your hips up and down in time with Buckyâs movements, chasing the tightening in your lower stomach.Â
âYou ready for me, darlinâ?â he asked.Â
You swallowed the dryness in your throat. âUh-huh.â
âGood. Now hold on.â Without waiting for you to reply, he grabbed under your thighs and lifted you. You were held up solely by his arms as he powerfully began to fuck you.Â
You became mute, mouth hung open on a continuous silent scream. The feeling was like no other; Buckyâs pure strength and huge length tore you apart, physically and mentally.Â
Your tongue lolled out of your mouth like a dog, drool dripping down your chin while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You were on the verge of cumming. âClose.â You had been reduced to one syllable words.Â
âI know, baby. I fuckinâ knowâCan feel you,â Bucky gasped. âLet go for me, darlinâ.â It was only when the angle of his hips changed and the head of his cock repeatedly nudged against your cervix that the balance of your orgasm tipped over.Â
âHnngâFuck!â You walls trapped Buckyâs dick in a tight chokehold as your thighs shook in a spasm. He continued to grind up into you, releasing his warm load into your pussy.Â
âBucky!â you keened while your walls fluttered around his length. The rush was unlike any you had experienced before and an errant thought that any consequence was worth it to cum like that again swirled through your mind. âMade meâ made me cum so hard,â you slurred.
Your high began to simmer down and you felt like you could regain control over your mind until Buckyâs hand came down onto your clit again. âOne more,â he breathed into your ear. âGimme one fuckinâ more.âÂ
Your eyes shot open and you shook your head, rapidly. âCâCanât,â you managed to croak. âToo much.âÂ
You reached down to try and pry his hand away from you, but he was too strong. âI said I want one more.â Bucky held your arms to your chest then, beginning to rub your clit in fast circles.Â
An unusual pressure built up quickly and you panicked. âBuckyâsomethingâs wrong.âÂ
But he sucked over your neck, easing your worries. âYouâre okay. It's okay, baby. Just let it happen, remember?âÂ
You writhed in his hold, moaning salaciously. âIâmâ Iâm gâgonna cum again.â The feel of his cock still filling you, his cum seeping out of your whole which each dirty grind he made, the sensation of his tongue against your neck and his tireless fingers was all too much.Â
âCum for Daddy then, darlinâ.â A couple of circulations later and you screamed out in unimaginable pleasure. Your stomach swooped and the next you knew, a strong pressure forced Buckyâs cock out of your cunt. A rush of liquid sprayed out of you and covered the entirety of the bedsheets.Â
âThere we are,â he grinned wickedly. âExactly what I wanted.âÂ
It felt like it went on forever. Bucky didnât let up on his insistent rubbing. But as soon as the last juices squirted out of you, you deflated into his chest, breaths heaving with utter exhaustion. You were too tired to keep your eyes open, body boneless and overexerted. Your body jumped with aftershocks, tiny zings of electricity igniting your nerves.Â
Bucky finally slowed his fingers down to a stop on your clit. Your back rose and fell with his pants, each puff of his exhales hitting your sensitive skin and making you shiver.Â
âHoly fuck,â he laughed deliriously. âThat wasâfuck.âÂ
Internally agreeing, you hummed, incapable of formulating words. Buckyâs arms wrapped around you while he placed a kiss to the back of your head and you enjoyed being surrounded with his warmth and comfort. âYou were perfect, babygirl,â he mumbled. âDid so fuckinâ good for me. Made Daddy so proud.âÂ
A wide smile curled onto your face as your eyes remained closed. You were falling out of consciousness, giving in to sleep fast.Â
âLetâs get you comfy.â You didnât stir when Bucky began to lift up, or when he rearranged your form so he could carry your limp body in his arms.Â
Your body bounced with each powerful step he made. Vaguely hearing the room door open, a cold blast of air hit your heated skin and you shivered, snuggling closer into Buckyâs chest.Â
Your head swam with fuzziness. You couldnât bear to open your eyes with their heaviness. But you felt as you were delicately placed onto a large, comfortable bed, stacked with pillows and fitted with dry sheets, along with Buckyâs delicious scent that tickled your senses.Â
A soft kiss was pressed onto your cheek, a firm hand curling around your waist and just before you could succumb to sleep, you heard his last words. âYou get some rest now, sweetheart. Weâve still got a whole week ahead of us.âÂ
You were sure the mortification would hit you in the morning. Pure regret sinking deeply into your skin and making you feel sick to the core.Â
But you also knew now that any chance of quitting your best friend's dad had been lost. Because Bucky was a guilty pleasure, a rush you couldnât bear to give up â no matter the consequences and no matter who it would inevitably hurt.Â
Summary: Dean chasing you through the halls of the bunker in a ghostface mask, what more do you need
Warning: SMUT, if I catch you I f*ck you trope, mask k*nk, choking, praise, edging, manhandling
A/N: did I forget to post this yesterday cause I was to busy partying... yes but hopefully you'll enjoy this enough to forgive me
You had always loved Halloween even despite being a hunter. It brought back the happy memories from your childhood, when there were no worries, the monsters were only people in masks and the good guys always won at the end of every scary movie. Dean shared your appreciation for the holiday. Even before you and him started dating, you would often spend Halloween nights curled up on motel beds, watching horror marathons with all the snacks and sugar you could handle. Sam on the other hand didn't see the appeal. Sometimes he would join you in your movie watching, but it was mostly to appease you and avoid ridicule from Dean.
This year you and your boyfriend had the bunker all to yourself. Sam had chosen to spend the night with Eileen and leave the two of you to your festivities.
The empty bunker allowed the perfect opportunity for you and Dean to play out a fantasy that you had talked about a few nights before, when you were cuddled up bingeing the Scream franchise.
"Ghostface is hot," you blurted randomly in the middle of the movie. You mostly said this to see his reaction, but there was a hint of truth to your statement.
"Why?" he said in utter confusion. He paused the movie and looked down at you in his arms.
You shrugged. "I don't know masked men are just hot."
"Masked men?" he tried to hide the hint of amusement.
"Oh yeah, it's a real popular thing now. I can show you all the thirst trap videos."
"Yeah I don't need to see that."
You laughed at his look of disgust before he continued.
"So what your saying is that I need to get a Ghostface mask, hm?" he said with a smirk.
"I mean I wouldn't mind, have you chase me through the halls in it." You tilted your head back to face him, your lips almost touching.
"What happens when I catch you?", he asked with a devious smile, his hold on you tightening slightly.
"You'll have to find out," you responded, your voice sultry and teasing.
"I think that can be arranged."
One costume store purchase later and you found yourself in only a set of sexy underwear, standing in the empty hallway. The concrete floor was cool under your bare feet, but your racing pulse kept you from being cold.
Dean had given you a head start before he would try to come and find you. Your excitement was growing. He wasn't going to chase you, if it came down to a sprint race, Dean would win every time. No, he was going to hunt you. You knew this made the game more even, but you also knew that he was crafty and smart. Though in all honesty you wanted to be caught, you were just going to be a little tease before you let him find you.
You had just rounded the corner by the kitchen, when the power went out, causing the bunker's red emergency lights to come on.
Nice touch, you thought.
You heard his voice echo through the hall, signaling that he was coming to find you. Your adrenaline was pumping. Not out of fear, you knew Dean would never hurt you, but out of anticipation for what would happen when he found you.
You slipped into kitchen looking for a spot to hide. Unsatisfied with the spots, you head to the library. You hid in the far corner behind one of the shelves and waited. You listened for his footsteps but heard nothing, years of hunting had trained him to be light on his feet. When you finally heard his voice call your name he was much closer than you expected. He purposefully stepped heavy coming up the stairs from the War Room, his boots thudding against the stone.
You took the opportunity to dart out the door in the back of the library. The bookcase block you from his view, but he definitely heard the door shut. You bolted down the back hall, heart pounding as you rounded the corner just as the door opened behind you.
Quietly you slipped into one of the bedrooms and hid under the bed. You listened until his footsteps passed the door and went down the hall. Crawling out from your hiding spot, you checked to make sure the hall was empty before sprinting the opposite direction.
As you ran past the next hall you saw him rounding the other end. You picked up the pace, knowing he had seen you. You turned the next corner and stopped, pressing your back against the cool tile wall to catch your breath. When you decided the coast was clear you went to move to the next hall, when an arm wrapped around your middle, you back pinned to his chest.
You tried to wriggle from his grasp just making it free when you stumbled. You caught yourself, but his hand caught your ankle dragging you across the polished concrete floor and pulling you under him.
He rolled you over and you came face to face with the black eyes and long mouth of the mask, illuminated by the red glow of the lights. This was the first time you had actually seen him in the mask and it was even hotter than you imagined. When he pinned your hands above your head you knew you weren't getting away.
"Gotcha," he growled.
"What are you going to do with me now?" you said through panting breaths, partially from running, partially from how incredibly turned on you were right now.
"You'll have to find out," he responded before using one hand to pull his belt from his jean and loop it around your wrists.
Ok that was hot.
When your hands were secured, he stood up scooping you up off the floor and tossing you over his shoulder, delivering a quick smack to your ass before walking toward your shared bedroom. It wasn't often that he manhandled you like this and you were loving every second of it.
When you got to the bedroom, he tossed you onto the bed and straddled your legs. He hooked two fingers into the belt around your wrists.
"You want this to stay on?" he asked.
You nodded eagerly. Even being dominant and aggressive, he never wanted to push you limits, solely focused on giving you what you wanted.
"Stay," he ordered, getting up from the bed to strip down to his boxers, leaving the mask in place.
You watched him with lust blown eyes, your chest still rising and falling rapidly as you admired his body. He moved to the end of the bed, grabbing your ankle and pulling you to the end. Your underwear was pulled down your legs and tossed over his shoulder. He wrapped you legs around his hips and you could feel his clothed erection. You moaned grinding down on him until his arm crossed you hips, holding you still.
He ran two finger through your slick. '"So wet for me. Is this just from me chasing you?"
You nodded again.
He lowered to his knee, his masked face coming level with your dripping cunt. Two of his fingers dipped into you, immediately curling into the spot that made you back arch and your knees weak. Your head fell back letting the pleasure wash over you.
From the box under the bed, he pulled out your vibrator. He planned to torture you tonight.
"Don't cum until I'm inside you. Do you understand me?" he said turning the toy to the lowest setting and pressing it to your clit.
"Yes," you moaned, hands gripping the sheet above your head. You didn't know how long you were going to last. You were already on the edge of release and he had hardly touched you yet.
As you got close he removed the vibrator, running his hand up your thighs and squeezing your hips to sooth you. You whined and looked at him between you legs. You tried to give him your best puppy eyes, but you couldn't see his expression. You only got met with the blank stare of the mask and the vibrations returning to your sensitive cunt.
He continued teasing you, edging you another four or five times. You hated it and loved it at the same time. It amazed you how he knew exactly where to keep you on edge, or at least it would amaze you, if there was a single part of your brain that could think straight.
"Dean," you whined again, desperate for release.
"Beg for it," he responded sternly, fingers dipping inside you again.
"Please, fuck me." You squirmed, you didn't know if you wanted to get away from he sensation or fuck yourself on his fingers.
He sped up his motions and leaned over you body until he was face to face with you. You could just barely see his eyes, but you knew he was watching you fall into ecstasy.
"Please," you begged.
He removed his fingers and dropped his boxers. His cock was thick and dripping precum, edging you had teased him almost equally as much. He pulled your hips even closer to the edge of the bed and hooked your shaking legs over his shoulders. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he slid into you, filling you completely.
He watched your face as your head fell back in pleasure, a loud moan escaping your lips.
"That's my girl," he praised, running his hands up and down your sides, desperately trying to keep himself together.
He started thrusting into you, slow, but so deep you could hardly take it.
"Look at me," he said, his hand came up to circle around your throat to put your attention back on him.
Your eyes opened to watch as he fucked you. You could see a blush of exertion creeping down his neck from under the mask. He gently added pressure to the sides of your throat as the speed of his hips increased.
Your hands reached for him as you got closer to falling apart. Noticing how close you were, he started to circle your clit with his thumb. You came with cry of his name, your hand gripping his forearm, his hand loosening from your throat, causing you to feel almost high.
He planted his hand beside your head as his hips stuttered and he came with a deep moan. You both stilled for a few minutes, panting and trying to regain your bearings.
After a moment, he gently pulled out to go get a towel to clean up your combined mess. You squirmed from the sensitivity as he wiped you down. He whispered an apology before tossing the rag.
Finally removing the mask, he ran a hand down his face and smiled down at you. It was funny to see him have that boyish grin after playing the sexy, dangerous slasher for the past hour. He lifted you up to place you at the top of the bed against the pillows.
"That was awesome," he said, laying down beside you and wrapping you in his arms.
"Yeah it was, I fucking love you." You laughed and buried your head in his neck.
"I love you too sweetheart, and I love that I can do things like this with you."
You nodded in agreement before you started to feel how worn out you were.
Both of you were exhausted from your activities and quickly fell asleep, deciding to take a nap before settling down for a night of Halloween movies and junk food.
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MADE IT OUT ALIVE BUT I THINK I LOST IT SAID THAT I WAS FINE SAID IT FROM THE COFFIN REMEMBER HOW I DIED WHEN YOU STARTED WALKING THATS MY LIFE THATS MY LIFE ILL PUT UP A FIGHT TAKING OFF MY EARRINGS DONT YOU KNOW THE VIBE DONT YOU KNOW THE FEELING YOU SHOULD SPEND THE NIGHT CATCH ME ON THE CEILING THATS YOUR PRIZE THATS YOUR PRIZE
summary: y/n gets hurt by her shit ass ex and dean takes it upon himself to take her pain away
word count: 6.6k not sorry
warnings: god thereâs a bunch. smut. blood (descriptions and tasting) (?). knife play. dean being an asshole n a demon obvi. forced oral (m receiving) multiple orgasms. dean calling y/n a cum slut lol. spelling & grammar mistakes probably a lot more warnings just read with caution itâs pretty fucked lmao
a/n: ok so..this is a thing now. lmao this is soooo much worse then all yours! jensen.
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âexcuse-excuse me!â you rolled your eyes at getting ignored again by the bartender who looks too young to even be serving alcohol. annoyed, you checked your phone again, kinda hoping for a text or missed call from your ex.
the smell of cologne and cigarette smoke filled your nostrils as you heard heavy footsteps beside you, a tall and insanely attractive man dressed in a leather jacket over a red button up pulled out the bar stool one over from yours and took a sit.
âwhat can i get you?â the bartender immediately came over and smiled sweetly at him, arching her back so her tits are practically in his face. he smirked, licking over his teeth as he glanced down at her tits for a second âwhiskey, make it a doubleâ he leaned back and watched as the bartender quickly poured his drink, sliding it over to him and he quickly downed it, knocking twice and sliding his glass back over. you watched in amusement as the bartender happily poured him another drink and even stayed to talk with him, despite being yelled at by other customers wanting a refill. he downed the second drink and knocked again.
âyou might wanna slow down thereâ she chuckled but still poured him another drink. âand whyâs that?â he raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, his voice deep and rough but also flirty and playful. âthree doubles back to back? thatâs gonna catch up to yaâ he chuckled and shook his head. taking a quick second to read her name tag. âwell tiff, to put it simplyâ he swayed his head side to side, âiâm bigâ he shrugged and you couldâve sworn tiff just came in her panties right then and there. âtakes a lot to get me drunk. why you so concerned for?â
âwell, maybe âcause i get off an hour and i donât want you passin out on meâ she twirled her hair winking, âdonât worry about me sweetheart, iâll be hereâ he winked back and tiff finally left to go deal with the other customers. you rolled your eyes again at what you just witnessed. are all guys really the same? just horny assholes with no care for other peopleâs feelings?
âproblem darlin?â he turned to you, a smug smirk still on his face as he eyes you up and down. âiâm not interestedâ you ignored him, not even looking at him even though you feel his eyes burning into you, feeling extremely self conscious and flustered. âi didnât ask if you wanna fuck, i asked if you have a problemâ your eyes widened as his bluntness, âl-look im sorry im just- iâ you stammered and stuttered unsure of what to say as he just laughed at you. ârelax, speak your mind. i can handle itâ he waited patiently for your words and you sighed knowing that you canât get out of this. âi..think itâs gross how you talk and treat women. like weâre just these sex objects for you to enjoy whenever you please, you just wanna take us to bed to fuck and forget about us. i mean do you men even have feelings at all? or are you all just some heartless shells of a personâ dean paused for a few seconds, taking in your rant and analyzing your words. laughing at the last bit because of..well the obvious.
âiâm sensing break upâ he pointed, excited and waiting for you to confirm his theory. âwha-how did you know?â
âwhen did you guys break up?â he ignored your question and asked his own, his smirk still wide on his face. âyou checked the time on your phone. âan hour ago..â you admitted shyly, unsure why your even telling this random man your personal business and going on âi hate menâ rants. but something about his charm and charisma makes you wanna be open and fully honest with him. âlucky meâ he muttered but still loud enough for you to hear. he downed his forth drink and reached to remove the empty stool between you, then grabbing your stool and dragged you across the floor, closer to him. right between his out stretched thighs.
âhereâs a little tip..â he leaned down to whisper in your ear. âthis may be hard for you to understand but just bare with me..if youâre nice to people, theyâre usually nice backâ you pouted at this random guy basically calling you dumb and rude. âjust watchâ he knocked twice and smiled at tiff who came running with the whiskey bottle. âactually baby, make that two doubles. weâre celebratingâ tiffâs face dropped when she noticed how close the two of you are. âohâ she pouted but still poured the drinks, the man handing her a five dollar note and taking the bottle from her hands. âthanks sweetheartâ
âso hater, you got a name?â he handed you your drink, ây/nâ you stuck your hand out for him to shake but instead he turned it and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your hand. âpretty name for a pretty girl.â you blushed at his compliment, feeling even more nervous. âim dean.â he clicked your glass with his and down his drink, you did the same, the liquid immediately burning your throat as you couldnât help but cough a bit. deanâs eyebrows raised at your reaction as he filled your glass again, nodding his head, wanting you to drink it. you obeyed, already feeling buzzed as the pina colada you were sipping on didnât do much for you alcohol wise. âgood girlâ he smiled watching as you did what he said with no resistance or hesitation, a spark of excitement surging through his body as he wondered all the other ways you would obey his commands. âso, this better be good. i have to pour my own drinks now because of youâ you rolled his eyes at his entitlement, still unsure why your still here talking to him as you clearly hate guys like this. cocky, sarcastic, full of themselves..but you stay sat between his muscular thighs, even turning your body so your now fully facing him. âitâs a long story..but i just found out my boyfriend of two years has been sleeping with my best friend for a year, and when i confronted him about it, he threw me out. itâs like, he didnât even try to deny it. itâs like he was waiting to get caught.â deanâs expression soften as you poured your feelings out to him. now fully understanding your little rant from earlier and your distaste in his flirting with the bartender. âcan i be honest?â dean asked, he was gonna be brutally honest regardless of your answer. âi think your boyfriends bitch.â you burst out laughing, not expecting that but couldnât help but nod in agreement âhe had a drop dead gorgeous girl, a fuckin dime piece, and he fucked it up. sounds like a bitch moveâ he shrugged trying to hide his smirk at your blushing and flustered face. âfuck him, and your slutty best friend. i know id be losing my mind if i lost a girl like youâ
âstopâ you giggled, âyouâre just saying that to make me feel betterâ
âmaybeâŚâ he joked, with a small chuckle. âbut yâknow what they say. one manâs loss is a another manâs victoryâ
âoh really?â you replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at his forwardness âand who exactly is âtheyâ?â
âmeâ he poured the both of you another drink, âso, what do you fill the hole withâ
you looked up at him confused, unsure if heâs making a innuendo or starting a joke. âexcuse me?â
âwhat do you fill the hole with? drugs, alcohol..â he leaned down and whispered in your ear his voice low and husky, â..or sex?â
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âwhat about tiff?â you asked in between desperate kisses and the both of you undressing each other. âwho?â dean smirked, crashing his lips to yours after pulling off your shirt, a trail of the rest of your clothes leading to the motel bed where dean practically threw you, climbing on top of you, still kissing you deeply as he bit down on your bottom lip, the both of you tasting blood.
âd-deanâ you pulled away for a second, his body still heavy on top of yours. âi-maybe this isnât a good idea.â dean thought for a second âwhy?â you sighed, feeling really horrible for what your about to say. âyou know iâm, like, using you, right? to get my mind off..yâknow..â
âwait what? so you donât love me?â he replied sarcastically and chuckled when you rolled your eyes. âyou think i donât know that sweetheart? what exactly do you think iâm doing here?â you stay dumbfounded for a second. âiâd love to be your distraction baby girl. itâs kinda hot.â he started to kiss at your neck. âi wanna make you feel good. the way a real man should.â he sucked in the skin, biting and leaving a noticeable mark before flicking his tongue over it. âlet me fuck away the painâ he mumbled against your throat, his head going to the other side of your neck leaving more marks and kisses, biting and sucking at your sensitive spots. âjust relax baby, iâll make you feel so good, iâll fuck him right outta that pretty little head of yoursâ you let out a soft moan at his words, feeling your body temperature rise and your underwear soaked.
believing him that his not just bragging and actually will fuck you so good that you forget all about your ex. you nodded as he continued to decorate your soft pretty neck with love bites. âdean..â you moaned out, unable to take the teasing. âshhâ he continued his kisses down. his hand reaching around your back to unclasp your bra, he pulled it off of you, groaning lightly at the sight of your perfect tits. âyou really are beautifulâ he murmured, it sounded like he was making more of a statement rather then giving you a compliment, still you blushed. he continued his kisses, taking his time and trailing down to your collarbone, making them match your neck. âcanât wait to make you all messy and desperateâ his words are so rough and filthy but his touch and kisses are so gentle, treating you as if youâre a soft and delicate flower.
âtell me what he didâ you froze, being caught completely off guard. âtell me how bad he hurt youâ he moved his kisses down to your tits, marking your thin skin all over and lightly licking and sucking your sensitive bud while his large head played with the other one. âiâm waitinâ dean peeked up at you, you now fully realizing how serious he is, you cleaned your throat, trying to suppress your moans and ignore his skilled tongue flicking over your nipple. âi-it made me sadâŚand angryâ
âhmmâ he hummed against you, the vibrations causing you to moan out. you continued, â..and it hurt me. he promised he wouldnât hurt me like the last guy, iâm angry âcause i believed him and im sad because i loved himâŚâ you trailed off, your eyes started to water has you felt the pain of your heart breaking. why are you telling him all this? you just met him twenty minutes ago but you feel so compelled to listen and obey his demands. to do exactly what he says as soon as he says it. to not question him. to be good and obedient for him.
âaww babyâ he pouted, softly trailing his fingers up to your face to wipe away your tears. âshow me where it hurtsâ he stood up on his knees, waiting for your answer. you whined a bit at the lost of his touch and lips but genuinely thought on where it hurts the most. âmy heart and..â you pointed to your chest, where your heart is and then trailed your finger down to your pussy, resting on your mound. you ached for him, you needed him. your pussy actually hurt from how much you yearned for him. deans eyes narrowed, climbing on top of you again and kissed your chest, over your heart. heâd suck a hickey and then soothe it over with his tongue, placing a few more kisses over the area before picking up his head âbetter?â you nodded, actually starting to feel better, or maybe youâre just distracted from the big beautiful man on top of you. heâd drag his tongue down slow, over your tit and down your stomach, catching the hem of your panties with his teeth and dragging them down also. his hands on your knees and prying your legs apart audibly groaning out at the sight, a wet pretty pussy all needy and ready to get fucked. âit hurts here too, yeah?â he rubbed his fingers up and down your slit. ây-yes, hurts so badâ you mumbled out in between moans, his rough finger tips finding your clit and rubbing small circles.
heâd lean down, licking a long strip up your pussy and then giving your clit a soft kiss, looking up at you through his lashes to see the pretty faces your making. âf-uckâ you moaned out. a smirk stretched his lips as he flashed his blacked out eyes at you, surprisingly, youâd moan out again, your stomach twisting with excitement and anticipation. âstill hurts?â you nodded eagerly, desperately wanting to get fucked. dean would chuckle at your neediness, finding it extremely arousing how he barely even touched you yet and youâre already a whiny stupid mess.
he gripped your thighs tightly, keeping them apart as he dived in, placing more kisses on every inch of you, nibbling on your inner thigh and leaving a couple hickeys there too. then without warning, his lips would latch onto your clit, sucking in the bud as his tongue flicked back and forward so fast it felt like it was vibrating. your hands flew to his hair, tugging on light brown tuffs and digging your nails into his scalp as you screamed out. âoh fuck! yes yes yes!â
dean couldnât help but laugh out against you. really, he barely started and youâre already screaming. heâs so amused at how easily you broke, he didnât have to try at all. you must be so needy. still licking and sucking he moved down to your entrance, circling it a bit before plunging his tongue in. âoh my god!â your back arched and you moaned out. ânot god baby girlâŚâ he pulled away for a second to speak, his lips plump and chin wet and glistening with your juices. âdeanâ he reminded you looking down at you, his finger tip circling your hole as he spoke âlet me hear you say itâ you swallowed the lump in your throat, your pussy clenched around nothing. âdean..â you muttered out. âgood girlâ he groaned, shoving two thick fingers in your pussy, curling them against your g spot before thrusting them in and out. âdonât forget it.â he warned, his face and tone dead serious, âokay, okayâ you breathed out, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut.
âsay itâ his fingers feel fucking amazing, so thick and long and skilled. every move he makes is deliberate to cause you the most amount of pleasure, heâd curl his fingers and thrust against your g spot then heâd switch and fuck them deep into you, fingertips brushing against your cervix. âfuck, deanâ you moaned, crying out his name. âatta girl. keep goingâ he dip his head down again, going back to licking and sucking your clit while simultaneously fucking your tight hole. âgod, baby. taste so fuckinâ goodâ he growled against your clit, the vibrations making you squirm. âahh-! dean!â every time you moaned you said his name, just like he demanded you do. âmy name sounds so good coming from that pretty mouthâ his words went straight to your pussy and you subconsciously started to move your hips, grinding your cunt against his face. feeling him smirk against you, he gripped your thigh holding it open and back so he can have as much room as possible as he pushed his face against you and flattened his tongue, letting you use him to get yourself off.
dean doesnât normally let this happen, but you doing it out of desperation and just using him the way you need is sooo fucking hot to him. his cock now fully hard as he started to grind his own hips into the mattress.
âfuck, dean- iâm- fuck fuck!â
âi know baby, not yetâ
you whined out at being denied your desperately needed orgasm, but you clenched down on his fingers and tried to regulate your breathing, thinking of anything and everything to distract yourself from the sinister man thatâs devouring your pussy..but itâs very difficult, especially when he sped up his fingers and started to suck on your clit again. fuck âdean please!â you begged. âno. donât matter how much you beg, i said not yetâ
the pleasure in your lower stomach started to hurt as you tried your hardest not to cum, deanâs actions starting to feel like torture âcanât get enough of you, you taste so fucking goodâ he lightly bit down on your clit, pulling it between his teeth before diving in again, shaking his head from side to side to get as deep as possible. âyou wanna cum?â you nodded eagerly with pleading eyes. âyes, yes please. wanna cum so bad dean pleaseâ you were practically crying now. âyou wanna cum so bad?â dean mocked, his dark eyes playful as he made light of the mess you were. âbet you fuckin doâ
he stared you down for a moment, eyes grazing over your naked and sweaty body and his hand reaching up to grab and squeeze your tit. his eyes flicked to your mouth and just something about the way you bit your bottom lip and then licked it made his cock twitch. âcum for me pretty girlâhe demanded and you finally let the band in your stomach snap. an intense wave of pleasure crashed over your entire body as you shook and trembled, deans grip firm as he continued to finger and lick your pussy, working you through your high. âoh fuck! yes yes- dean! oh my- dean, yes yes yes!â you rambled as you came, completely soaking his lips and chin. he drank all of you, his tongue lapping against you and his lips slurping your juice, completely obsessed with the way you taste. he could easily sit here and eat you out for hours, but right now he wants to shove his cock down your throat.
he continued to drink you down from your high, your body still trembling, lids half closed, pants and small whimpers escaped your bitten lips as dean finally stopped and looked over you. your fucked out face making his cock twitch and he couldnât control himself anymore. pulling his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, he climbed over you, straddling your chest and pinning your arms by your sides with his legs. after pumping himself a few times, he slapped his tip on your bottom lip, telling you to open your mouth but instead you shook your head no. a trailed of precum connecting your lips to deans cock. he raised an surprised eyebrow at you, not expecting you to say no.
you didnât realize how big dean actually is and to be honest, it made you nervous. especially since you have a really bad gag reflex, and not much experience.
âopen your mouthâ he gritted through his teeth, already getting frustrated with you. feeling nervous at his reaction and getting to embarrass to try to explain, you shook your head again, looking up at him with pleading eyes. a smug look washed across his face as heâs now angry. nobody ever told him no before, heâs annoyed but he also kinda likes it. how bold and confident you are to even dare to tell him no, and heâs finds it absolutely adorable now you think heâll listen. he large hand gripped your jaw tightly, digging his fingers in your cheeks to pry your mouth open. âi donât like repeating myself baby girl.â he warned but you still refused to listen. âopen your fucking mouthâ he spat on you, his spit landing on your cheek near your eye and you gasped. dean quickly took this opportunity and shoved his dick in your open mouth. âfuuck, feels fuckinâ amazinââ his hand still tightly gripping your jaw, he scooped the spit up with his fingers and smeared it around your lips as he pushed himself deep in, already starting to feeling your eyes water and your gag reflex acting up. âbe a good girl and let me fuck that pretty mouth, yeah?â he moved his other hand to grab a tight fistful of your hair. holding the top and bottom of your head still as he continued to work his way into your mouth. âgonna take it allâ he mumbled out, staring at your lips, loving how pretty they look wrapped around him.
there was nothing you can really do except take it. heâs literally on top of you trapping your hands down and tightly holding your head. he kept pushing and pushing until he the back of your throat causing you to gag and cough around him. âfuck, do that againâ he bucked his hips slightly, making you gag and cough even harder. heâd let out a sick and twisted groan at the feeling of your throat contracting around him and the fact that youâre struggling so much and heâs barely half way in. âready baby?â with your mouth full you looked at him with panicked and pleading eyes. âaw baby.â he frowned and leaned in closer to you. âbegging will only make it worseâ
he pushed himself all the way in. feeling your throat burn and stretch you tried not to gag and instead swallowed and tried your best to calm down, trying to make the best of it but also hoping heâll let you breathe soon. as if he can read your mind, he pinched your nose shut, completely blocking both of your airways. shoving the last inch into your mouth and smashing his pelvis against your face. âfuu-ckâ he let out a deep and guttural groan from his chest, the vibrations going through his entire body. he moved his hand to your throat, feeling it budge from how full it is and he let out another moan. deans having a bit too much fun with this, while youâre still struggling but starting to like it. the sounds and faces heâs making just from your mouth is turning you on a bit.
after a few more seconds, dean simultaneously let go of your nose and full pulled out of your throat, you immediately coughing and gasping for air as trails of spit and saliva covered his cock and connected the both of you. âdean-â you got cut off by his dick in your mouth again, one hand still gripping your neck and the other going back to tangle in your messy hair, holding your head still he he started to fuck your throat, pushing more then half of him in before pulling back so just his tip is in your mouth. âso tight, so pretty. fuckâ he grunted with each hard thrust. trying again to relax your throat and gag reflex as you let him use you. âgod, youâre gonna make me cumâ he threw his head back, removing his hand from your throat and collecting some of the drool pouring from your mouth and using it to rub circles on your clit, moaning around his cock he groaned out. âthatâs it baby, let me hear youâ he plunged his fingers deep inside, curling them against your g spot and fucking upwards. you squirmed and moaned and whimpered underneath him. your sounds vibrating off your tongue and onto him made him go crazy, now bucking his hips and tightening his grip on your hair, his movements became sloppy and staggered as he felt himself close. his lower stomach flexing, veins bulging and a slight shine started to cover his chest and back. âfuck, fuck..baby girl fuuuckâ he groaned and panted. his sounds so deep and guttural and going straight to your pussy, making you cum on his fingers, you donât even know if he was just playing with your pussy to make you moan around him or he was actually trying to make you cum again. either way youâre not complaining.
âf-uckâ he bit his lip, trying not to cum too, having to look away from your face for a couple seconds to regain his composure. he finger fucked you through your high and the second you were done he pulled himself out of your mouth and gripped your jaw, keeping your mouth open as he jerked himself off. âkeep that pretty fucking mouth open. your gonna take every fucking drop, do you understand?â he gritted and you nodded, sticking out your tongue and gazing into his eyes with innocent and yearning ones. âyeah, thatâs a good little girlâ his voice slightly cracked at the last word as he continued to pump himself, throwing his head back and letting out a series of groans, grunts and curse words. cumming all over your tongue, face and chest almost completely soaking you from just how much he came. âso pretty when youâre covered in my cum.â he said after a few seconds, taking two of his fingers and pushing the cum that landed on your cheek inside your mouth. âswallow it, cum slutâ you happily obliged, sucking his fingers as you just did to his cock, tasting the sweet tanginess of both you and him. humming around his fingers enjoying and savouring the taste before he forcefully removed his fingers and finally got off of you. your hand immediately going to push more of his cum into your mouth, already missing his taste. âso goodâŚâ you moaned out. deans still hard cock twitched. âyou love it baby? you love tasting my cum huh?â you nodded, still licking your fingers. your head is empty, not thoughts except for dean and his cock. you wanna please him, you want him to cover you in his cum, you want him so bad. you need him. your body and pussy beg for him. âturn overâ he demanded as if you were a dog in training, you did as he said, laying on your stomach. dean shifted behind you and straddled your thighs, big rough hands immediately going for your ass. grabbing and squeezing it, pulling your cheeks apart to expose your pussy, dean spit directly on your hole and then smacked your ass hard, amused at the way it jiggled. he did it again, you yelled out in pain as a red hot mark started to form on your sensitive skin. one more hard slap, harder then the other two and you could feel the bruise starting to form.
âgonna fuck this little slutty pussyâ he muttered to himself and spread your cheeks apart again, his spit moistened your pussy and is now dripping down to your clit, he spread it around more by running the head of his cock up and down your whole pussy. your stomach twisted and turned in excitement and anticipation and you wondered when or if heâll shove his cock in, your pussy now starting to ache for him again. âgonna be a good cum slut and take my cock?â he asked. ây-yes iâll be goodâ you practically begged, sounding so fucked out and pathetic and desperate âyouâll be a good what?â he positioned himself at your entrance, pulling your cheeks apart as far as they can go, the cold air hitting your exposed holes and making you clench around nothing. âiâll-iâll be a good cum slut. i promise just please dean..â you whined, not caring that you sound desperate and dumb. dean likes it. he chuckled behind you before pushing himself all the way in, him groaning at bottoming out and you whimpering in pain as he stretched you out. your pussy walls clinging onto his cock. âhurts baby?â he asked sympathetically âyeah..a little bitâ you admited, slightly shy and slightly taken back at him being so nice and caring again. âgood.â oh. âguessing whatâs his name wasnât as big as me. figuredâ he shrugged with a smug and amused look on his face. you actually forgot about him until dean mentioned it. âno.. he wasnâtâ you confirmed his suspicion. âi know. youâre so tight itâs like fucking a virgin.â he laughed out. âyou gonna bleed for me?â you stood silent unsure on how to answer that, not even sure if youâll bleed or not. âyes? no?â he asked wanting for an answer and pushed his hips into yours pushing against your cervix and you let out a small gasp. âi-i donât know!â he pulled out all the way before slamming back into you, your body jolting and tensing. âgonna make you bleed on my cock while i fuck this little pussy open.â digging his blunt nails into your ass he begs me to thrust his hips at the hard but regular pace, fucking you deep and pushing against your cervix with every thrust.
the pain and pleasure fought for dominance over your body as you let out small whimpers, winces and moans âah! fuck, dean!â
âgood baby, tell me how good it hurtsâ he bucked his hips and sped up, you started to feel a lot wetter then normal and panic started to thump in your heart. âmade you bleed by the wayâ his voice was deep and laced with amusement and pride. heâs sick, so sick and twisted. what normal person likes this- you moaned out at the thought of him being so big and fucking you so rough that you actually bled as if youâre a virgin getting fucked for the first time. unknowingly to you, dean reached down, scooping the mix of blood and pussy juice with his finger and placing it in his mouth, sucking his finger clean and letting the sweet tangy metallic taste coat his taste buds, humming to himself and getting to taste you again. his eyes flashing black for a quick moment, as leaned forward and pushed down on your lower back, ramming his hips harshly into yours, fucking your still tight pussy hard deep and fast, his head smashing against your cervix. âfuck, such a tight lilâ thing. squeezinâ me so tight, itâs practically begging me to cum huh?â fuck yes. âwant me to fill this little pussy up?â you nodded cursing out. âfuck, yes please. please fill me up, i want that so bad please please!â you salivated at the thought of dean dumping load after load into you, using you as his own personal cum dumpster. his cum slut
starting to feel all the pleasure grow in your lower stomach, you panted, your moans becoming more breathier. dean licked his thumb and pushed it into your untouched asshole. âahh-! fuckâ you exclaimed, feeling so full now you can cum any second but not without deans permission first.
âfuck, fuck. please harder!â you begged âmy cock or my thumb baby. be specific, iâve got both your little holes filled up.â squeezing your eyes shut and hating his mocking tone. âboth please, harderâ deans smirk grew as he knew he broke you. he happily obliged, snapping his hips harder against your ass and spitting on your hole, fucking it in you and using it as lube to finger fuck you harder. âdean, yes yes yes! fuck, iâm-â
âcum baby, make that little pussy squeeze âround meâ he cut you off, continuing his pace and keeping up with his force. you squeezed around him, like he told you to do but the second you did that, you whole body shook and your pussy walls fluttered around him as your orgasm crashed through your body, screaming and crying out his name as he fucked you hard through your high. you fisted the sheets as you felt like your whole nervous system vibrate. this is the hardest youâve ever came before, itâs so overwhelming that you couldnât help but cry, hot tears streaming down your face as you hid in the pillow, still cumming. âfuck, are you crying? thatâs so hotâ he grunted, feeling his own cock twitch at the sight of your tears and your small body shaking as you sob. this is what pushes him over the edge, and itâs not surprising.
the coil in his toned stomach snapping, his eyes turned black again as he let out a loud groan and a series of filthy curse words left his pretty lips as he poured into you. painting your walls and cervix with his sweet creamy cum, filling you up so much that itâs actually already spurting out of you despite him still being balls deep in you.
âfuck fuck! my fucking cum slut you fucking love this donât youâ he grunted out, smacking your ass again. hard. âlook at meâ he pulled out and got off you to let you turn around and once he did, he couldnât take his eyes off of you, feeling himself starting to get hard again. youâre so fucked out and pretty, covered in his mouth shaped hickeys and bite marks, covered in his cum, filled with his cum and covered with his and your spit. youâre fucked out face and trembling body making you look so pretty that dean doesnât wanna stop. he could and wants to go for hours but youâre already half asleep and still crying. least he can do is give you a couple minutes break, so he huffed out and ran both his hands through his messy and sweaty hair. âyouâre probably gonna go back to himâ he stated, taking you off guard but having absolutely no energy to tell him otherwise. âgirls like you always go back..â now feeling a bit offended. girls like you? you pouted your bottom lip. âi-i wonâtâ was all you could say, even though it didnât sound very convincing. he chuckled and reached and brushed the hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. âi know a way to make sure you wonâtâ he mumbled before crashing his lips with yours.
while he was distracting you, he reached over in his nightstand drawer and pulled out a pocket knife, flicking it open. âyou trust me?â he pulled away to ask. you gulped feeling nervous but also excited and turned on, you nodded, âi trust youâ dean bit his lip, holding back a smile. âyou shouldnâtâ
shifting his position and settling between your legs, propping up one leg while your other one was straight and tucked firmly under his arm. âstay stillâ he instructed, pushing two fingers back in your pussy and thrusting them at a deep but slow pace, his fingers getting coated with his cum that he shot inside you just moments ago. your breathing picking up into pants and small whimpers âfuck dean, feels so goodâ
still fingering you slow, he held the knife like a pencil, pressing the tip against the skin on your hip until it started to bleed. you winced a bit at the pain, sucking in a sharp breath. he dragged the knife down a bit, and then went over it again and again until there was a prominent cut in your hip. it was painful, and kinda nauseating to see but also exciting. your stomach doing flips and twists in anticipation, your pussy getting wetter and wetter with every cut he made, as the pain soon turned into pleasure. âthose hickeysâ he started, glancing up at you for a second before continuing to carve into your body. âtheyâll go away..but thisâ he paused to chuckle, enjoying and indulging in his sadistic side, kinda taken back on how youâre so okay with this, more then okay actually, itâs turning you on and he can tell. âthis is permanent baby girl. that way everyone will know you belong to me. right?â
âye-yes. rightâ you wasted no time to confirm. âand your body belongs to me?â heâd make another new cut, blood now dripping down the side and soaking into the bedsheets. âyes, i belong to you.â the smell of metallic filled the room as he continued, still fingering you and bringing you closer to your 4th orgasm that night. âand this pretty little pussy belongs to me too.â his tone made it sound more like a fact then a question but still, you said ây-yes..fuck.. yes my pussy belongs to you.â in between moans, trying so hard to stay still, your bodyâs nervous system completely fucked as you receive equal parts of pain and pleasure. your body confused on if it should relax and indulge in the feeling of deans thick fingers working your fucked out pussy or tense and squirm at the cold tip of his knife carving into your hot skin. âso..it wouldnât be a problem that i carving my initials into your skin?â your eyes widened as you scanned his face for any once of a lie. a smirk, an eye twitch, anything. but instead, he stared down back at you, showing you just how serious he is. you had thought he was just cutting you, keeping you on a seesaw of pain and pleasure. âi-i..â completely at a loss for words you stuttered, unable to wrap your head around the fact that the man you met just a couple hours ago is fully permanently carving his initials into your hip.
dean ignored your dumbfounded look and went back to fingering and carving you. almost done..with both. the anger and confusion soon melted from your mind and was replaced with a desperate need to cum on his fingers again. the more he sliced into you, the tighter your pussy clamped around him. âgonna cum again?â he asked with a raised eyebrow and a smug, cocky look on his face. ây-yeah, iâm closeâ you admitted shyly, realizing you have absolutely no self worth or respect for yourself to try to put a stop to this. i mean, dean wonât listen to you but you could at least try.
finishing up the last letter, he stabbed the knife into the mattress, and swiped over your fresh wound with his thumb. curling his fingers upwards and thrusting them faster, he leaned down and lapped up the blood with his tongue. clearing up enough blood so you can finally see his master piece âD.Wâ right on your left hip, the cuts definitely deep enough to permanently scar you. dean also took a few seconds to examine his work, feeling impressed and turned on that his initials are on you forever.
âcmon baby, cum for me.â with his permission you released for the 4th time. the orgasm not as strong as your previous ones but definitely strong enough to have you begging dean to stop âplease no more, i canât take it anymoreâ you cried out, your pussy now hurting from all the abuse and orgasms. your body aching, and exhaustion consuming you as you shook uncontrollably, dean still relentlessly fucking his fingers deep and hard into you. âthatâs my good little cum slutâ he ignored your pleas for him to stop making you cum. âd-dean please. i-i canâtâ
he groaned out loud and finally removed his fingers from your pulsing pussy. âfine.â he backed away and leaned against the headboard, next to you. letting out a deep and satisfying sigh ending with a slight chuckle and a dirty smirk. âso..did i fuck the pain away?â
