lily

you and jason are at some party and yet, despite how much jason might hate them, he loves what you’re wearing. so much so, he couldn’t bear other people's eyes seeing what was his.

you’re all over him, grinding against him with no care for who is watching, whispering against his jaw about how desperate you are for him to just take you then and there. it might’ve been what you had to drink, or maybe you just love seeing how much he can take before he snaps.

either way, you’re unable to bite back the excited giggle as he takes a hold of your hand and guides you towards the bathroom. the door slams behind him and you stumble into the sink, watching his chest rise and fall with each bated breath. 

“jay,” you whisper, stepping forward and sliding your hands down his chest and over his abdomen.

“don’t,” he tenses, jaw clenching.

“don’t what?” you tilt your head, lips ghosting against his neck. “hmm? you’re so tense.”

jason exhales through his nose, cursing under his breath before pressing you against the wall. his big hands grip your waist, chest pressed against yours as his lips attack your neck. he groans against your skin, licking, nipping and sucking at whatever his lips could reach.

then, without warning, he pulls back and spins you around. your hands brace against the wall as he scrunches your dress up around your waist. his cock throbs at the sight of your skimpy underwear, the fabric soaked through and clinging to your folds. 

he presses his fingers against the ruined lace, sliding up and down and applying just the tiniest pressure over your clit—making your hips jolt. you roll your hips into his hand, aching for his touch, his mouth, his cock, anything.

he chuckles lowly, hooking a finger into the band of your panties and dragging them to the side to expose your dripping cunt. he watches hungrily, absolutely captivated as you flutter and clench around nothing—your folds glistening with need.

you tremble against him as he wraps an arm around your waist and slides his fingers between your folds, lightly circling your clit. the moan you let out is lewd and desperate as you roll your hips again, seeking more, seeking him.

“jay, please,” you whine breathlessly. 

his cock twitches painfully, aching to be buried deep inside you. it strains against his jeans, the damp fabric sticking to him uncomfortably. his whole body feels alight, his breath warm against your shoulder as his control hangs by a thread.

you shudder as he slides a finger inside you, your cunt sucking him in and coating the digit. your head falls against the wall as he keeps the pace slow, thrusting his finger in and out with steady precision. 

he adds a second finger, stretching you a little and feeling you clench around him. your slick drips down to his palm as he drags his fingers out almost all the way before plunging them back inside.

you feel each knuckle as he sinks them deep inside, your cunt squelching sinfully as he curls his fingers just right. it's tantalising, you want more, you crave more, you need more, yet jason isn’t giving it to you. you push back against his hand, thighs shaking, only for his fingers to slip out entirely. 

groaning frustratedly, you go to turn your head around but jason gently presses his hand to the side of your face, keeping it against the wall. you go to protest but hear the sound of his belt being undone.

your heart pounds as the zip of his jeans sound throughout the bathroom. you don’t dare move, or even breathe. you hear his jeans hit the floor and it’s not long before jason brushes the hot head of his cock between your folds. 

you whimper as he coats himself in your arousal, the swollen head bumping against your clit with each slide. his precum mixes with the mess between your thighs, the sound so sinful it has jason biting back a groan.

the sound of fabric tearing has you confused until you see your underwear thrown on the floor beside you. a wave of pleasure courses through you and you’re unable to stop the tiny whine that escapes your lips. 

your voice is broken and breathless as you plead and beg for him to give you what you wanted. your words slur together as you moan his name, the thick head of his cock teasing your entrance. 

finally, jason pushes inside. the stretch is instant, the searing burn has your lips parting and a gasp tumbling free from your throat. he’s just too big. you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size—no matter how many times the two of you fuck.

your cunt flutters around him, trying to adjust to the stretch as jason forces you to take all of him. he buries himself to the hilt, bottoming out with a harsh grind of his hips. his hands settle on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward with a force that makes your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. but jason doesn’t let you fall. he keeps a firm grip on your hips—possessive almost—as he forces you to take every brutal snap of his hips.

every stroke of his cock is so deep it feels like he’s in your throat. you clench around him, and his rhythm stutters for a second before he drives into you harder and faster. you’re losing your mind—you don’t even think you could recall your own name right now.

the two of you are barely holding on—your orgasms fast approaching. you’re soaked beyond comprehension, your slick dripping down your thighs and onto his balls. and as for jason, his last thread of control snapped ages ago. 

“fuck, sweetheart,” jason pants, his head tipping back. “taking me so—fuck—taking me so well…”

his words are all you need before your orgasm crashes through you. it steals the air from your lungs and makes your vision go white. your cunt pulses around him, so tight he can barely move.

the after shocks makes your body jerk and jason feels every ripple, every shudder and every weak tremor you produce. but he doesn’t stop.

“s’good,” he groans, fucking you through your orgasm. 

you whimper, his cock is too much. you can barely breathe from how he’s still fucking you hard and deep—every thrust sending you closer and closer to the edge once again. your moans turn into desperate, high-pitched whimpers but jason doesn’t slow down. if anything, he fucks you harder—if that was even possible. 

he’s close—so fucking close—he can feel it, the tight pull in his gut, his rhythm breaking. his body jerks as he thrusts deep, his hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he reaches his orgasm. 

“f-fuck, doll,” he chokes out, attaching his lips to your neck.

hot ropes of cum spill deep within your cunt, filling you completely. so much so, it seeps out around his cock—thick, filthy strings leak down your thighs and mix with the mess he made of you.

the feeling undoes you—the second you feel him release inside you, you shatter. another orgasm tears through your body causing you to sob, your whole body tensing and back arching in pleasure. 

your cunt squeezes around him, sucking every last drop and milking him for all he's got. he groans, hips jerking and cock throbbing as he spits more cum inside you—stuffing you full. even as he trembles, he keeps moving. 

each deep, slow, languid stroke leaves you breathless, until you’re both shaking, until neither of you can take it anymore. jason stills, his cock still buried deep inside you, his body pressed against your back, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. 

“yo!” you hear someone shout from the other side of the door. “you two done fucking yet?”

you have practically been begging peter to use his webs on you but he always refuses, claiming he was too afraid he’d hurt you. little did you know, all it took was a few teasing comments and very wandering hands for the last shred of his restraint to crumble.

a soft thwip cuts through the air as a thin, glistening strand of web shoots from his wrist. webbing binds your hands to the headboard, leaving you lying bare all for peter to see. he glides a hand up the side of your thigh before gently spreading your legs apart. 

“happy now, sweetheart?” peter whispers against your ear.

you hum, nodding your head as peter nudges the tip of his cock against your already dripping entrance—watching it flutter around nothing, aching and desperate to be filled. you feel his hand dig into the mattress beside you as he slowly starts to push in—the stretch making your toes curl and back arch.

you gasp, your slick heat sucking him in immediately, coating him in your slick. your walls clench around him, trying to adjust to the stretch—no matter how many times peter fucks you, he always splits you open.

“you’re a tease, y’know that?” he mumbles, his voice wrecked and raw. “finally got what you wanted, huh?”

he slides in almost effortlessly, your slick making a filthy mess of his cock, dripping down his balls as he sinks deep—stuffing you to the brim. you clench around him again and peters head spins, his vision blurring. 

he fists the duvet in one hand as the other slides between your bodies and circles your clit. he drives into you, hips snapping forward with a force that has your thighs trembling. 

“pete—” your moan breaks, your body jolting with every thrust.

he drops his head onto your shoulder, his teeth nipping gently at your pulse point. you tug at the webbing around your wrists, desperate to touch him, and peter laughs shakily in response.

“you—fuck—asked for this,” peter rasps, his breath hot against your skin.

you whimper, unable to answer with words anymore as the pleasure steals all the air from your lungs. you are soaked beyond belief, your slick leaking all over his cock, down to his balls, and coating your thighs. you are unbelievably close and peter can tell—he can feel it.

before you know it, your orgasm crashes over you. it hits you hard and fast—making your vision go white. your cunt pulses around him, clenching and fluttering, so tight peter can barely move.

the way you clench around him completely destroys what little control he has left. his hips stutter as he reaches his own release—painting your insides.

he collapses forward, catching himself on his elbows before crushing you beneath the weight of his body.

“just so you know,” peter whispers breathlessly. “you’re stuck like that for two hours.”

“ha ha, very funny, bug boy,” you roll your eyes weakly.

note — post #5 for my 1k celebration!

it’s quarter past two in the morning, and bruce is meant to be tired—he should be asleep… not effortlessly lifting you up onto the kitchen counter and sinking to his knees before you. he hooks his fingers into the fabric of your pyjama bottoms and tears them off your body.

“hey!” you whine, already slightly breathless. “they were expensive.”

“i’ll buy you five new pairs,” bruce mutters, sliding your underwear down your legs.

his mouth leaves a blazing path up your thighs, nipping the soft flesh every so often. he takes his time making his way up. its a languid, unhurried journey, his large hands urge your knees apart, exposing you to him fully. 

the moment he gets a look at your cunt it’s already glistening, dripping onto the counter beneath you. he drags the pad of his thumb through your folds, spreading your lips open so he could get a full view.

you’re already trembling with need, your cunt clenching around nothing like it’s begging for his mouth. he bows his head in a silent prayer, and gently guides your leg over his shoulder before diving in. 

his tongue darts out to give you one long, antagonisingly slow lick from your hole all the way up to your clit, the flat of it dragging through your folds. his lips wrap around your clit as he sucks, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.

its mortifying how quickly the pleasure builds in your stomach, your back arches as bruce dips his tongue lower, fucking into you. you snake your hands into his hair, tangling through the strands and tug at them roughly.  

your voice breaks as you moan his name, hips jerking up into his face. your slick drips down to his chin but bruce pays it no mind. he continues his ministrations before attaching his lips back onto your clit and sliding one thick finger inside your cunt. 

it stretches you open and with every moan, every whimper, every curse or breathless gasp you let out, bruce feels it in his cock. it strains against his boxers, soaking the fabric. the ache is almost unbearable, but bruce doesn’t care how hard he is, his only priority is making you fall apart under his fingers and tongue.

and that’s exactly what he does.

your legs are shaking, heels digging into his scarred back. then, without warning, he slides another finger inside you, curling them in tandem with each pump. your hips start to move on their own accord, grinding against his face.

you’re desperate for more, and bruce is more than happy to oblige. your walls flutter around his fingers as he hits that spongy spot inside you. your moans get louder with every passing second. 

the sensation of bruce’s fingers and tongue is too much—you can barely breathe, hardly think. you’re right on the edge, your whole body strung tight as your orgasm approaches. bruce glances up, his eyes drinking in every reaction your body gives him. 

wet sounds echo in the kitchen, each thrust of his fingers squelching as your arousal drips down to his palm. your head thumps back against the cupboard behind you as a sob slips past your lips.

“c’mon, baby,” he murmurs against you. “wanna see you come…”

your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm crashes through you. you moan his name as you come, thighs clamping around his head as your body convulses. your hips rock against his face, chasing every last ounce of pleasure.

“fuck, bruce—” you gasp, thighs trembling around his head.

he slowly slips his fingers out of you and your whole body shudders. just when you think he’s going to stand up, bruce leans forward and licks you clean. his tongue drags through your folds, lapping up every last drop of your release. 

“delicious,” he mutters, pulling back with the lower half of his face covered in your slick.

note — post #4 for my 1k celebration!

a movie had been playing for nearly twenty minutes, though neither of you paid much attention to it. an action sequence explodes across the screen in a blur of sound and flashing lights, but dick is far more interested in you.

“please, baby, i–i cant–” he murmurs, his mouth working over the soft junction of your neck.

one large hand fists the couch beneath you while the other slides underneath your shirt. you're bare from the waist down, legs slightly parted beneath him as dick tentatively brushes the head of his cock through your slick folds. 

“come on, dickie, ‘s okay,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair.

“not yet…” dick chokes out, shaking his head and letting it fall down to rest against your shoulder.

a sharp inhale escapes his lips as he nudges the tip against your entrance. it’s teasing, slipping in just a fraction and your walls instantly squeeze around it. all the air leaves his lungs, and his eyes squeeze shut as panic floods through his body.

the muscles in his face tense; his jaw clenches; every line and angle of his body screams control. he takes a moment to just breathe, to gather himself. but, fuck, it already feels good—way too good. 

“ohmygod,” he stammers, hips twitching as you roll your hips. 

dick takes another gulp of air. in. out. a shaky breath that tries to steady his fraying nerves. his hand underneath your shirt slides down to your hip, gripping it hard enough to bruise. a tiny whine escapes him—desperate and embarrassingly vulnerable. 

“move, baby, please,” you pout, wrapping your legs around his waist to try and pull him closer.

“fuck, i–” dick croaks, voice so raw, it’s like he can’t get enough air. “i don’t wanna mess this up…”

you huff out a soft laugh, locking your ankles around his waist and looping your arms around his neck in a firm hold. he goes down so easily when you tug him closer—his body moulding against yours. 

“you could never mess this up,” you purr into his ear as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. “you know i love you, dickie.”

your words are all dick needs before everything inside him seems to shatter. his feeble control breaks, sending him tumbling over the brink. every muscle locks for a split second, then releases in waves of shuddering relief—it’s so intense, it’s almost like he’s trying and failing to hold back tears. 

he muffles a quiet cry into your neck as he fists the couch, abs clenching and cock twitching wildly. his hips buck into you as thick ropes of cum erupt from him—coating your cunt with some dribbling inside. 

“m’sorry,” he mumbles repeatedly, humiliation flaming his cheeks red as his body jerks pathetically. “m’so sorry, baby.”

“none of that,” you whisper, shaking your head and silencing him with a gentle kiss. “we can always go again, hm?”

note — post #3 for my 1k celebration!