CW: Double pen, oral!m receiving, Steve rogers, anal, praise.
18+ MDNI
Kinktober Masterlist
"Eyes on me, baby," Bucky drags a heavy hand along your jaw, pushing hair from your face.
Your eyes roll open, tears sticking to your lashes. Saliva drips down your chin, lips stretched wide around Bucky's thick cock. You choke around him, the hand on your jaw pushing you deeper.
A light chuckle floats from behind you, punctuated with a slow roll of hips. You groan, clenching around Steve as he pulls you back on his length. "She's tired," the blond points out, large hands spayed around your waist.
Bucky hums, pushing you down until your nose nuzzles gently in the cropped hairs along his navel. Your throat constricts around him and you squirm, struggling for air. "She can take it," Bucky responds, dragging you back.
You gasp when he pulls you off his cock completely, precum and saliva mixing on your tongue. You cough, ragged and oxygen deprived.
A moan cuts your struggles short as Steve snaps his hips forward.
Bucky snickers, his tip smearing precum along your cheek. "How's that feel, baby?"
"-s fuckin'- oh god-" you groan, leaning into your boyfriends touch.
Bucky makes a gesture over your head, and then Steve's pulling out. You whine softly, your walls fluttering around nothing. Steve strokes a palm over the curve of your ass when you push back against him. The two men carefully manhandle you, dragging you into the next position.
Bucky pulls you on top of him, Steve on his knees behind you. You pant into his shoulder, needy hands travelling over his body. He shoves a hand between you, aligning yourself with your cunt. He goes in easy, taking the sloppy seconds left by Steve.
You whimper, arching into him.
You gasp when Steve presses against your backside, slowly pushing in. Your nails dig into Bucky's chest, your forehead dropping heavily against him. Your stomach churns with flutters, a fullness you can't describe stretching you open.
"That's it," Bucky kisses your temple, "just take it."
Steve licks the sweat beading along your spine. You whimper, squirming.
Your eyes roll into your skull as they begin to thrust in tandem. "Oh my-" you gasp, writhing in place. Bucky wraps his arms around you, pinning you steadily in place.
Steve palms your ass, groaning above you with each snap of his hips. "Doing so good."
"That's right," Bucky praises, fucking your slick cunt. You feel heavy and strung out, full and stuffed and stupid. But they hold you down and make you take it. "So good for us.
Your breath hitches as they stuff your sloppy holes, pressing you between them like a toy they just can't drop.
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"Fuuuck look at her-" the short one laughs, slapping the tall one on the chest, "-She's fuckin' shaking."
"Will you cool it?"
"C'mon man, it's fun watchin' them twitch!"
Your arms are bound behind your back, elbows pressed together with a painful throb, pushing your chest out.
You look up towards the two masked figures, "P-please- I don't have any money- I don't have-"
"You gotta admit it's pretty adorable-" the short one, again.
"Please- just let me go- I'm begging you."
The tall one leans down, crouching in front of you, "And why should we do that?"
"I haven't seen your faces- I don't know who you are- you can just let me go-"
He chuckles, insidious, and reaches down to the bottom of his mask. He tugs it up in one swift move, letting his sweat soaked mop of hair tumble loose over his face. Eyes fixed on you, grin spread over his face. "Well, now you've seen me- guess we can't let you go-"
You shake your head, stuttering out nothing.
"C'mon man, I thought we were keeping the masks on this time-" the short one huffs, pulling his own off with a sigh. His face, tighter, eyes just as dark, both just staring down at you.
"Please- I won't tell a soul-"
"'Course you won't-" he leans forward, joining his friend crouched in front of you, "-Y'not gonna get the chance. You'll be dead by dawn."
"No- no- please- I'll do anything-"
"Atta girl!" He smiles, looks towards the taller man, "Surely that's a record."
He takes no notice, "Anything?"
You nod, your eyes starting to fill with tears, spilling out over your cheeks before you can stop them.
He leans forward, brushing his thumb gently against your cheek, causing you flinch at the feeling. "What do y'recon, Dean? Think we should let her try?"
Dean grins, "I've got a few ideas, how about you, Sammy?"
"I think she'll taste good- the scared ones always do."
"Fuck sake- you always do this- you've got a girl willing to do anything and you wanna eat her cunt?"
"How does that sound, huh, little thing?" His thumb trails down your cheek, brushes over your lips, "You want me to stick my tongue inside you 'til you forget you're gonna die?"
"Please- I-"
"Promise you that's a lot nicer than whatever Deanie here is planning-"
"No, no-" Dean sighs, crosses his arms as he looks between you, "Maybe I'm starting to get it- I think it'd be cute to break her a bit- make her think she's enjoying it-"
"So you do get it-" Sammy looks at him, "Y'always wanna go all rough and painful so quick!"
"Go on then, let's see-" He huffs, "But if she's not cumming in the next five minutes I'm doing it my way."
đŻđ you should see the things we do in my dreams || sam winchester x fem!reader đŻđ
âś warnings: pining, forced proximity/one bed trope, sexsomnia, friends to ???, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), munch!sam, is this exhibitionism?
âś summary: sam is harbouring a bit more than a major crush on you, and tonight you might just let him show you how important you really are to him.
âś word count: how long is a piece of string? 5.1k words apparently...
quick note: inspired by one of my fav fics ever by @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth (please go read it and their other work!!!) - genuinely think about it dailyâŚ
Road tripping is simultaneously your favourite and least favourite thing to do with the Winchester brothers.Â
When a hunt takes you far away from the bunker - where thereâs nothing but forest after forest or field after field, town after town, and stateline after stateline - you feel most at home when youâre on the road in the four walls of that sleek and purring black metal machine that etches memories onto your body like youâre a vinyl record. Blaring rock ânâ roll music (and the occasional pop tune, but Dean will deny it despite him tapping along on the steering wheel) down the highway, bickering on acceptable answers for a game of âI spyâ, and a never-ending mixture of sweet and savoury treats keeps the three of you going for hours. Sometimes, youâd wish the hunt would never end.
The sleeping arrangements, on the other hand, sometimes make you wish that God would come down and smite you himself.
If youâre lucky enough, the three of you secure two separate hotel rooms where everyone gets their own bed to sprawl out in.Â
On those other days where youâre not so lucky, though, the sight of only one set of keys dangling in Samâs hand and his tight-mouthed look as he leaves the reception makes you and Dean both groan and roll your eyes.
In this event, the brothers would both insist that a lady âeven one as rough as yourselfâ was never to take the floor and had to take one of the two beds, while they rock-paper-scissored each other on who took the couch (if that was even an option). Dean usually drew the short strawâŚ
Although you appreciated the comfort and warmth of a bed regardless of the groaning noises the old mattresses would make under the tiniest amount of weight, or how musty and thin the bedspread was, the squabbling and sardonic chivalrousness of the brothers really started to grind your gears. After a couple months of this set-up, and a few sore backs later, your frustration peaked and you snapped at how ridiculous and stubborn they were being.Â
Now, a single-motel-room-stay means you rotate between who you share one of the two beds with because youâre smaller than the two 6-foot giants to hunt with, and the easiest to sleep next to. Lucky you.
A road trip hunt with a Dean-bedshare means headphones or heavy sleeping pills are a must - that man snores like his life depends on it. Whilst youâll never be cold in a bed with that human radiator, he does also love to starfish, which means space is a bit of luxury. Â
Sam gets nervous when itâs his nights.Â
He knows this sleeping arrangement is less than optimal for you, especially when youâre with Sam because heâs just so big, and youâre just putting up with it because you care about both of them, but that doesnât mean he wonât make sure youâre as comfortable as you can possibly be.
When he knows itâs his rotation, Sam replicates the bed positioning in your room at the bunker by pushing the motel bed into the corner of the room furthest away from the door so that you can be against the wall, where you feel safest. A present (read: security blanket) from being a hunter for so many years.Â
So after Baby pulls into this cross-country huntâs motel carpark just before midnight, a late spring heat still simmering in the air, and Sam returns with only a single set of keys, he knows this week is going to be difficult - itâs his turn with you.Â
Samâs had a crush on you from the moment you fired a shotgun shell filled with salt past his head at a particularly nasty demon who had him in a chokehold one squeeze away from death. But heâs loved you since the night you cried into his shoulder after youâd lost an entire family to a Wendigo eight months ago. Heâd rubbed your back in soothing circles to calm you down, burying his nose into your hair and whispering itâs okay repeatedly. He could never turn back from that night.Â
The ceiling fan whirs quietly above, the wind current soft in the room. Sam is stripped down into a white singlet and black sleep shorts on the bedâs left side, the top sheet covering his legs as he lies with his back propped up by a pillow against the motel wall. The bedside table lamp to Samâs left colours his body in a faint yellow and orange so that he can read while he waits for you.
Heâs moved the bed already, now tucked under a large window where silvery clouds glow outside in the sky.Â
He tries to act nonchalant when you open the bathroom door and step out into the shared room, a light baggy shirt sitting half-off your shoulder that finishes just above where your sleep shorts end. He tries not to gawk at your exposed thighs, hunching his shoulders and dipping his head down to stare at the book in his hands to distract himself.Â
The bottom of the bed dips on its right side by the wall as you sit to watch the crappy soap opera on the TV. Sam slightly lowers his book to peek at you as you mindlessly plait your hair at the edge of the bed. He admires how soft you look. If he had the guts, heâd crawl behind you, kiss your shoulder, and do your hair himself. Heâs watched you enough times to know how to do it, but most importantly, how you like it done.
Deanâs already called it a night. His snores not quite drowned out by the TV.
âDo you want me to keep the TV on?â, you call to Sam as you tie off your plait, still facing the TV.
âUh, no,â he replies softly, ânot unless you need it to fall asleep?â
âNo, Iâll be okay.â You half turn your body to smile at him, before putting out your hand for Sam to pass you the remote. His heart stammers as you make eye contact.
Samâs noticed you only really have the TV on during the night when youâre sharing a bed with Dean. Heâs not quite sure what that means, yet.
He rests his book on his lap to grab the remote and leans forward to hand it to you. He thinks about spreading his fingers across the remote so that your fingers graze his as you take it, but decides against this. The TV clicks off.
Sam watches as you climb up the bed and pulls the sheet back for you to hop under. Although you make him nervous, he wishes he could do this every night.
You settle in the bed - Sam bookmarking his current page and placing it on the bedside table before turning the lamp off. He shuffles down the bed and rolls onto his right shoulder so that heâs facing you at eye level.Â
You both stare at each other, silently and serenely. Your face is laying against your pillow, the top of your right hand resting in your left palm just under your jaw. Moonlight caresses the right side of your body and Sam thinks youâre glowing; angelic. He worries youâll hear his heart beat thundering in his chest if you listen into the mattress carefully enough.Â
A couple inches separate your bodies - perhaps three-hands-wide. Itâs an acceptable amount of space for two close friends, but that boundary could easily and quickly be crossed. A small shift forward by your hands, your legs, or your face is all it would take.Â
A particularly loud snore leaves Deanâs chest, making both of you quietly giggle.
âGod, heâs so loudâ, Sam groans.
âI know. I think he could take on a lawn mower with that snoreâ, you chuckle.
âMaybe even a Boeing 747.â You snort at that. Samâs heart leaps at making you laugh.
You both chat for a bit about the day, as well as life in general - a key element to your routine when sharing a bed with Sam. Every feature of your face is lit so sweetly. He can see how your nose scrunches and your eyelashes flutter when you passionately talk about something you like. Sam knows that when you fall asleep later, heâll sneakily admire your face in its unguarded state, with the soft beautiful noises that fall from your lips when youâre deep in sleep. He thinks that might be his favourite view.
âGoodnight, Sammy.â You smile softly at him.
Sam returns your comment, his voice dropping to a whisper as he says your name.
You nestle in the bed to get yourself comfortable for sleep, before closing your eyes. A small sigh leaves your nose.Â
Sam looks down at the blanketed curve of your waist. It moves gently with the rise and fall of your quiet breaths. You were so close to him that he could reach out and touch you if he wanted to. He really wanted to.
With his index finger, Sam traces the dips of your body along the mattress in the small space between you both. His eyes close briefly as he imagines how youâd feel against his fingertips. He does sort of know how it would feel, though - heâs grabbed your arm and your waist when youâve slipped in front of him; heâs held your hand when heâs pulled you up onto a wall youâre too short to climb; and heâs felt you shoulder to shoulder and back to chest when hiding from some monster hunting you. Sam just wishes he could touch you in a way other than a friend does⌠Like a lover wouldâŚ
His eyes drift open and they return to your face. When they reach your eyes, he realises youâre staring right back at him. He freezes.Â
âHi,â you whisper sweetly, shifting your head a little, âcanât sleep?â
Samâs not sure how to react. Heâs like a deer caught in the headlights. How long have you been awake? Did you notice him looking at you? Could you see that it was a look of more than a friend? Of someone who longed badly to reach out and touch you?Â
He shakes his head timidly against his pillow at your question. Sam is suddenly aware of the heat from your body. He himself feels like a nuclear bomb about to self-destruct. âI think itâs the heat.â
You hum. âIâd offer to turn up the fan, but I think it only has one speed.â
Thereâs a beat of silence. âHow about we take the sheet off, Sammy?â
The way you say his name makes his stomach flip. He doesnât have time to react as you sit up on your left arm and lean over him to rip the sheet off, your breasts pressing briefly across his chest. Samâs nostrils flare and he takes a big swallow, his throat bobbing noticeably. He tries to stifle a groan and not think about it.Â
When you lie back down, youâre closer to Sam than before. Maybe one-and-a-half-hands-wide separate you now. âThat better?â, you ask.
âYeah,â he breathes. God, youâre so close to him. He can smell the faint remains of your perfume from the day. It sends a rush through his body and warms his chest.Â
Sam notices your eyes glide over his face, stopping for a moment on his lips. A gentle smile appears on your face, then your eyes return to his. Sam feels his cheeks redden, his breathing quickening and lips parting. He canât tell if he wants you to keep looking at him like that or if he wants to bury his face in the sheets.Â
You shuffle a few centimetres closer, your lips also parting. Your eyes are locked with his. âGood.âYou reach out and squeeze his left bicep. He tenses, waiting for your soft, warm hand to return to your side. But it doesnât. It just sits there on his skin. His eyes snap down to look at your small hand on him. He takes a shallow, shaky breath and looks back at you.
He swears he sees a glint in your eyes, something with a suffocating heat simmering behind it, that is asking him to touch you. He tries to pass it off as a trick of the moonlight, but then your hand starts to rub tenderly up and down his arm. Youâve never touched him like this before. Itâs simultaneously calming yet maddening. It ignites the nerves under his skin with each slide.Â
You both sit in silence for a minute.
But Samâs mind is racing. Is this really happening? He hears your breathing speed up. Do you actually want me the way I want you? Your hand pauses on his arm. Keeping touching me. He sees you looking at your hand, beginning to move it back to your side. No. Donât take your hand away, please.
Sam swallows again, thinks fuck it, and finally gets the courage to touch you. He tries to be slow and tender, but he moves too fast, grabbing your wrist hanging midair between your bodies. It makes you take a sharp inhale at the sudden contact.
He goes to speak, but words fail him. Jesus, fuck. He blinks a little stupidly, adjusting his grip to be softer, then slides his hand up your arm to your elbow. He briefly stops, inhales, then moves his hand to rest down on your waist.Â
Heâll hit his head agonist a wall if he lets this moment pass.Â
Samâs hand falls on the band of your sleep shorts, a small section of your skin is exposed where your shirt has ridden up. He echoes your movements on his arm ever so slowly. You let out a small sigh. Or was it a little moan? His hand flexes.Â
Your legs move first, finding his knees to press yours against; followed by your hips, so close that he knows a roll of yours or his hips would cross that boundary of friendship forever; your chest, maybe a finger apart; and then your face. Â
You tilt your head up slightly, your nose brushing his. Your lips are so close to his that your next breath out ghosts his mouth. He can smell your toothpaste, now. A growing heat blooms in his groin.Â
That beat of silence returns, but this time itâs different. Itâs heavier. Samâs ears burn - a mixture of love, need, admiration, and hunger. Another beat passes. The low whirring of the ceiling fan blows the electric current running between both of you.
You lift your hand to cup the left side of Samâs face. Your thumb strokes once against his jaw. His eyelids flutter. Samâs fighting the urge so hard to not just grab your hair and smash your face into his.Â
âI dream about you touching me, Sammyâ. The words fall so effortlessly from your mouth Sam thinks he misheard you. Then you lean in.
A very quiet whimper escapes his throat as your lips carefully meet his. Itâs warm, sweet, fearful, relieving.Â
Fuck.
Sam can feel you humming faintly against his lips. Fuck fuck.Â
Your fingers, stilled on his face, slide to the back of his head to bury themselves in his soft brown hair. At first, they curl gently, tenderly rubbing his head. Then you tug - not hard - just enough to bring him in deeper to the kiss, to tell him you want more. Samâs eyes roll to the back of his head.Â
âSammy,â you breathe against his lips, eyes hooded. His hand on your waist is heavier. His touch turns to a grip. He can feel the goosebumps rising on your skin.
The gap between your bodies closes as you roll your hips into him, he groans into your mouth, his brow scrunching. Sam canât ignore your breasts pressed against his chest, now. And you canât ignore his thick and hard cock nudging your core.Â
Both you and Sam have clearly forgotten about Dean in the next bed over, snoring lightly. Or maybe neither of you care. But who can blame you, you have more pressing matters at hand.
Your hand is still buried in Samâs hair, tugging more frantically now. Samâs right arm moves from underneath him to grab the side of your neck, pulling you in impossibly closer. He can feel your pulse thudding in his hand. Itâs as quick as his deafening his ears.Â
This is it, Sam thinks. Donât fuck it up. Â
Samâs nerves dissipate for a second as he rolls on top of you. The kiss changes. The sweetness and uncertainty still lingers, but itâs shifting into something more messy, more sure, more desperate. His legs bracket yours; his left pressed firm between your thighs and his right on the outer side of your left.Â
Your left hand replaces your right in his hair as you move it to Samâs shoulder, clutching at his flexing muscles as Samâs left hand starts kneading the flesh of your waist. His thumb is rubbing deeply into the side of your navel.
He doesnât ever want to stop touching you.
Both of you are panting into each otherâs mouths. Each kiss is searing, your teeth nipping his lips. Your bodies meet with every roll, stroking the fire blazing between you. When Sam delivers a particularly deep grind into your hips and core that makes you gasp, your back arches. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip in the next kiss.
Sam pulls back, just a little, his forehand dropping to yours. Your chests are both heaving. âYou are so beautiful.â
It makes you roll your eyes, grinning, âShut up and keep kissing me.â He smiles and leans back in.Â
This is not the time to say âI love you.â He decides to show you, though, by doing the next closet thing to it.
He inhales. âCan IâŚcan I keep going?â, he sheepishly asks against your lips, beginning to slide his left hand down to the side of your hip, pausing, then down to the top of your thigh thatâs just covered by your shorts. Your panting fans his face.
âPlease.â Your mouth moves down to his neck, biting and leaving hot open-mouthed kisses along his damp skin. âTake whatever you want from me.â His breath stutters, eyes darkening. Thereâs no uncertainty, now. Itâs all primal.Â
Sam grabs your jaw with his right hand, pulling you back up into a long, deep, and passionate kiss. Then his mouth begins to trail down your body.Â
He feels feverish. You want him. You want him.Â
The way youâre laying in front of him, eyes sparkling with dilated pupils, smiling at him like you love him. Could you love him? God, he doesnât know what to think. Or how to. He just knows what he wants.Â
âI want to make you feel good,â he groans your name into your clothed sternum. He hears your breath hitch, breasts rising to bump his face. Mental note: come back here afterwards.Â
Sam moves to kneel between your legs and continues kissing down your torso, âIâve thought about how youâd look under meâ, he hums on your right rib set, both hands now positioned at the top of your thighbones gripping the flesh, âhow soft youâd be â, he lifts up a section of your shirt, making your breathing quick and shallow, âhow youâd feel against meâ, he bites and sucks at this newly exposed spot to the right of your navel, âhow youâd sound if I got to touch you like this.â A low moan falls from your mouth, head lulling backwards into the pillow, hips rolling into his face. He huffs, smirking.Â
Samâs face pauses at your lower waist; his nose is sitting against your shortâs waistband and his mouth ghosts the middle space below your hips. His jaw clenches, closing his eyes briefly as his breath stutters again. Two thin layers separate him from where he so desperately wants to be. Fuck, heâs wanted to do this to you - for you - for what seems like an eternity. He pushes his forehead down into you slightly to centre himself. Donât cum yet donât cum yet.Â
You call his name at his lack of movement. Itâs so needy. It makes him salivate.Â
âSorry, sweetheart,â he whispers. Heâs never called you that. At least not while youâre awake. You donât seem to tense or flinch, so he thinks itâs okay. He hopes he can call you it again tomorrow.
Samâs hands slide back up along the outside of your thighs to your waistband, making you shiver. His fingertips rest on your waistband and he looks up at you, dark and hooded eyes boring into yours; heâs giving you one last chance to back out. You smile softly at him and lift your hips eagerly so that he can ease your shorts down.
He swallows, and gently guides your sleep shorts down your hips, then your thighs, your calves, and then your feet.Â
Just one thin layer now.Â
Sam can already see your arousal soaking through your underwear. Oh fuck. A wrecked groan rumbles in his chest, his hips rolling into the mattress.Â
God, the sight of you. Maybe he should just bury his face in your pussy now, underwear still clinging to you, and make you cum like that. He doesnât want to tease you like that tonight, though. Maybe next time.
His hands, planted on your thigh bones, grip the newfound flesh. You feel just as soft and warm as he had imagined. Goosebumps from your skin prickle under his palm and fingers. His cock twitches against his sleep shorts, and the restriction makes him muffle another groan.Â
âChrist,â he purrs, kissing the top left corner of your underwear, âlook how wet you are,â he moves to kiss the right side.Â
You sigh breathlessly, reaching for Samâs left hand to caress it, âItâs all for you, Sammy.â He hums in satisfaction at your words.Â
Okay, okay, he thinks to himself. Focus, Sam.Â
Both hands grab the elastic of your underwear to roll down your body. The scent of your arousal hits him almost instantly and he parts his mouth, panting. His nostrils flare - you smell so sweet. Itâs enough to thicken the fire blazing inside him, especially his cock. Drool is pooling in his mouth.Â
Sam can hear you above him, whining slightly at the air change near your core. Sounding just as desperate for this as he is.Â
He moves both his right index and middle fingers along your mound, mesmerised at the way your body shudders and hips buck at his touch. He pauses just above your clit before shakily running his fingers through your folds, down to your opening. A sharp gasp falls from your mouth and your brows scrunch, back arching away from the mattress.
Fucking hell you feel like heaven itself. The heat and wetness from your folds makes Sam lose awareness of his surroundings for a second. All his senses are focused on you. He feels like heâs on fire; blood pulsing hotly through his veins, each breath rushing through his chest like a dry wind sparking embers.
He pulls his fingers away, eliciting an instinctive whimper from you, your hips lifting off the bed.
Sam stares at his fingers, dumbstruck - he was glistening with your arousal in the moon light. He brings his fingers to his lips with a shaky exhale before putting them in his mouth. A low and broken moan escapes his chest as he sucks them, his tongue swirling his fingers, eyes fluttering shut like he was tasting and committing to memory something seraphic. It makes him want to cum right there.Â
âIâm gonna make a mess,â Sam moans your name hoarsely, his voice laced with both awe and heated reverence. âYou taste so fucking good.â
Your chest is rising and falling rapidly with each second that passes with Samâs face sitting right by your heat. Your eyes are locked with his, pupils blown wide out. Your mouth is gaping in desperation. He feels feral. Hungry.
Sam guides your legs to sit over his shoulders. Both of you shuffle slightly to get comfortable - he wants you both to be here for a long time.Â
His hands move to hold both your thighs so that they rest against his face. He drops his eyes from yours to stare at your core - arousal glistening across your folds and dripping down onto the mattress - and it stirs something possessive in him.
Sam lowers his head to your slit and breathes you in, nose brushing your slick warmth as he exhales a groan so low and guttural it rattles through your bones.Â
Heâs changed his mind. This was definitely his new favourite view.Â
He starts slow, careful - Sam kisses the soft part of the inside of your left thigh, echoing on your right, before the tip of his tongue enters your sweet slit and slides down.
Dear God. The taste and scent of your core floods his mouth and nostrils. Your left hand flies from the side of you to cover your mouth, eyelids fluttering. You both whimper needily at the sensations; you into your hot palm and Sam into your heat.
But when he licks a long wet stripe from the bottom of your folds to your clit so slowly that your hips buck and a pornographic moan shatters from your lungs, Sammy canât help himself.
You were just so responsive to him.Â
He does it again. Slow, thick, dragging. His tongue flattens and moves down and up the length of your folds, collecting everything - spit, slick, and heat. He groans, deep and rough, as he buries his face further into you like heâs starving.
Sam extends his tongue to lap at you, kitten licking and slurping at your slit, encouraging you to give him more of your slick wetness. Your body twitches at every roll of his tongue, every suck of his mouth. Samâs eyes roll to the back of his head, his brows scrunching and curving in sheer desire, indulgence, and love.
He couldnât see anything else outside of you. You were fisting the sheets, hips twisting and legs flexing.
âGod, yes, Sammy, right there, right there, Sammy, fuck.â You cry quietly, grinding down against his face, âYouâre so good, youâre doing so good, Sammy, donât stop, please donât stopâŚâ
Sam ruts into the bed like an animal, fucking himself against the mattress. He can feel his rock hard cock pulsing and leaking with precum.
âKeep talking,âhe begs weakly, voice muffled against your core, spit and arousal dripping down his chin, âTell meâŚtell me how good it feels. I need to know Iâm making you feel good, sweetheart, please.â
Fuck he hopes youâll let him do this again.Â
Samâs tempo increases as his tongue begins circling your clit, lightly sucking it to draw you deeper into his mouth. His nose is pressed firmly into you - he wants to suffocate on you.
Loose curls fall onto Samâs forehead, dampened by a mixture of his sweat and your sweet arousal coating his face as you grind into him and he buries himself in you.Â
Neither of you can stop moaning.
His fingers are gripped hotly and tightly on the flesh of your soft thighs. He means to be gentle but heâs too desperate for you, and he knows there will be purple bruises there in the morning. Heâll kiss them tomorrow to say sorry if you let him.
Samâs head moves with every roll and turn of your hips so that his mouth stays attached to your clit and folds. Listening to your breathing and feeling how your body moves, heâs learning that you really like when he licks the left side of your folds and rub his nose on your clit. Your mouth falls slack when he does that.Â
He kisses sloppily and hungrily up and down your heat, wetness smeared across his face and nose. His tongue slips down to your entrance to work inside you. A sharp, high-pitched moan falls from your lips. If you sound like this when heâs eating you out, he canât wait to hear you when you cum.
âSammy, Iâm-Iâm gonnaâŚâ you breathe out, too flushed from the building pleasure to finish your sentence. He feels your body tense and moans at your movements. You were going to fall apart in front of him. God, he was about to do it. He was about to make you cum. He shoves his face further into your heat.Â
âPlease, sweetheart,âhe growls against you, vibrating through your wetness, âplease cum for me.â
Your back arches off the bed, hands fisting Samâs hair in pure ecstasy. âSamâŚâ you moan, uncontrollably, body shuddering. You take a loud inhale, mouth wide open andâŚ.
A hot wet flush spurts around Samâs groin, jerking him awake.
âFuck!â He swears quietly to himself.
His hips roll once, then still. Heâs panting harshly as his eyes fly open. Itâs pitch black. He canât see anything. He pauses for a beat while his eyes adjust to the darkness. He can hear the ceiling fan still whirring above.
Did I just have a fucking wet dream?Â
Yes. Yes he did.
Sam groans quietly to himself, scrunching his brow in embarrassment and disappointment in himself.
That was stupid, Sam, stupid, he bullies himself.Â
Sam lifts himself onto his forearms, sweat dripping down his body onto the bed. When did I fall asleep? He turns his head to the left towards the window - to you - to see if you were awake, or even there. You are.
He can just see how your lips are parted slightly, nostrils moving lightly as you inhale and exhale soft breaths. Youâre still asleep.
Jesus Christ.
The sheet is still covering both of you, but youâre curled towards him in a foetal position. Your right arm is outstretched, hand resting sweetly next to his pillow. It must have been quite close to his faceâŚ
Sam carefully slides his right leg out from under the covers and onto the floor first, then his other leg, as he gets out of the bed slowly so he doesnât disturb you. God knows this would be the absolute worst time for you to wake up and see him like this.Â
The moving air current from the fan hits him like a winterâs gale, making him shiver.Â
He wobbles past Deanâs bed, who is deep in sleep and (of course) starfished across the mattress. Reaching for the bathroom door, Sam grabs the handle and turns it cautiously to open the door. He flails briefly for the bathroom light switch, finding it, then softly clicks the door shut behind him before turning it on.
Sam leans against the door, back pressed firm against the cold wooden frame and head repeatedly hitting it faintly.Â
summary:Â Your girlfriends use you and give you a special treat.
content warnings: drug use (sort of), dildo, restraints, dubious consent
word count:Â 1.2k+
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âHold her mouth open,â a strong, raspy voice sounds out.
You pull at the soft rope around your wrists, wishing that the headboard wasnât made of metal. Youâd really dug yourself in a hole, mouthing off and acting bratty all day. It wasnât all your fault though, you had a big project due the next day that youâd wanted to complete, and your girlfriends had been⌠distracting.Â
All day.
And you still have some work left to do tomorrow. You pull at the restraints again, feeling a gentle hand cup your cheek.Â
âJust open your mouth, darling,â Wanda murmurs, her voice soft. Itâs comforting, and you almost obey. Then you remember how mad you are.Â
Gritting your teeth, you shake your head, feeling the blindfold slip slightly down your nose. Wanda sighs, her fingers quickly retying the knot and tightening the blindfold.Â
âDonât make this more difficult than it has to be,â comes Natashaâs voice, her hands coming down to wrap around your ankles. She holds them firmly, pressing your limbs against the mattress as Wandaâs hand snakes around to your nose.Â
Pinching, Wanda shushes you as she cuts off your air.Â
âHush, darling. Just open that pretty mouth of yours⌠I have a special surprise for you. Youâll love it, I promise.â
You feel your lungs burn, the need to breathe becoming too strong to resist. Parting your lips, you suck in air, relief flowing through you as you feel Wanda pour liquid into your mouth.
You sputter, Wandaâs hand clamping down over your mouth as she instructs you to swallow. Her voice is melodic and low in your ear, wrapping around your thoughts and soothing your frantic mind. You swallow slowly, the liquid slightly salty and bitter as it slides down your throat.Â
It warms you from the inside, settling in your stomach as Wanda removes her hand and takes the blindfold off of you. You can see her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, her fingers twisting the cap back onto a small bottle.Â
You feel your mind become fuzzy, your eyes glazing over slightly. Your body feels⌠warm. And sensitive. So⌠fucking sensitive. Oh god, you were so needy all of a sudden. You feel the urge to cum, the itch to do whatever it takes to get sweet release.Â
âPleaseâŚâ you moan, and you watch through hazy eyes as Natasha and Wanda share a pleased look.Â
âYou want this, donât you,â Natasha croons, her eyes sharp as she takes in your flushed face. She feels your muscles relaxing, your body pliant beneath her touch. Her hands softly slide up your thighs, a quiet moan escaping from your lips at the action.Â
âSo responsive,â Wanda murmurs, her lips brushing against your ear and trailing down your neck. You squirm at the sensation, your body heating up. Her hands squeeze your chest, her touch gentle and painful at the same time.Â
Arching your back, you thrust your chest further into Wandaâs hands, a pathetic moan sounding out. Natasha chuckles, grabbing a dildo from the nightstand and pressing it against your dripping hole.Â
âBeg.â
You begin to plead, your words slurred slightly. âFuck me⌠please I need it. I wanna⌠wanna be filled up. Please just make me feel good,â you beg, your voice taking on a desperate edge.Â
Wanda sticks her fingers in your mouth, and you smile as you begin to suck. God, thereâs nothing you would rather be doing right now. The weight of her fingers against your tongue causes more heat to wrap around your core, your arousal slick as it drips down your inner thighs while you suck Wandaâs fingers with lewd noises. Â
âGood job, pet,â Natasha says, pressing the toy slightly inside you. The pressure drives you wild, your hips attempting to buck up, her fingers digging into your skin to stop the movement.Â
âFuck her,â Wanda commands, her eyes locked on you. She can see the desperate flush spreading from your cheeks and down your chest, your nipples straining with need. âDonât go easy, Natasha.â
With a smirk, your girlfriend obeys, slamming the toy deep inside you in a single thrust. She doesnât give you any time to adjust, your walls squeezing in pleasure as she drags the toy out and roughly pushes it back inside you.Â
Pain and pleasure bloom, overtaking your senses as you feel your arousal leaking out with each harsh thrust of the dildo. Wanda leans down, attaching her lips to one of your straining nipples, sucking as you moan at the stimulation.Â
It quickly becomes overwhelming, and you beg as you strain against your restraints.Â
âPlease, oh fuck⌠please let me cum. I need to cum, please Iâll do anything I just⌠fuck me⌠harder please. Let me cum. Iâm beggingâŚâ you plead, your voice breathy and high. Youâre aware that youâre seconds away from whimpering, but you donât particularly care.Â
âListen to that, Wanda,â Natasha says, her voice sounding amused. âThe toy wants to cum⌠should we allow it?â
You feel Wandaâs moan as she lets your nipple go with an audible pop. You plead at her with your eyes, feeling your orgasm approaching as Natasha roughly fucks you with the dildo.Â
Fuck, youâve never felt this desperate before. This⌠brainless and horny. The only thing you want is to cum, to feel pleasure. You would be embarrassed, but the only thing you can think about is how close your release is.Â
âLet her cum, Wanda says, and you sigh in relief. âBut, donât stop afterward.â
Your eyes widen as Natasha laughs, the sound low and dark. Fuck, was she really going toâŚ
Natasha angles the dildo to hit that sensitive spot inside you perfectly, your orgasm rising quickly. Your breaths come in short gasps, your chest heaving as Wanda leans down as presses her lips against yours, her fingers circling your clit quickly.Â
It doesnât take long for your orgasm to hit. Pleasure cascades through you, your muscles clenching as you moan. Itâs overwhelming in the best way, your body craving more even as your orgasm fades. You can feel yourself still wanting more, your body buzzing with arousal.Â
Natasha notices, her eyes widening in delight. âLook Wanda, our pet wants more⌠how about you go get the vibrator. I want to see how many times they can cum in one night.â
You feel your mind fade into the fuzzy headspace you love, barely registering the way Wanda moves away from you. The only thing you notice is the incessant pleasure from her vibrator as she holds it against you. Natasha is still fucking you deeply with the dildo, her pace only increasing as you cum over and over again.Â
And yet⌠your body craves more.Â
âWe should get more aphrodisiacs,â Wanda murmurs, her voice low as she gently kisses Natasha. âI think our little toy loves feeling like this.â
You nod quickly, the words registering in your brain as you cum again.Â
Truly, it was perfect. You loved feeling like a toy, used for your girlfriendsâ pleasure as your brain turned off. You loved being used, your body constantly craving more. If you could stay like this forever, you would be happy.Â
Natasha slams the toy into you, the movement sharp and rough. âI think that's a wonderful idea, sweetheart.âÂ
Two pairs of green eyes peer down at your used, tired, needy body. Wanda and Natasha smile at you, their eyes dark as they watch you fall over the edge again. âOur toy is absolutely perfect like this.â
summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. Youâre the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.
⼠Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, kidnapping, public sex, degradation, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, housewife kink, cop!Peter
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18+ only !!! f! receiving oral sex. peter parker has an oral fixation i said what i said. in my spider-man era again.
peter was a weekly visitor at this point. sometimes, it was twice, but never more than three. three was pushing it.
Three said that Peter meant something to you, and you couldnât have that. No, whatever this was between the pair of you was strictly transactional. It was Peter texting you late at night, the classic, you up? Gracing your screen, and every time, you would pretend to be annoyed.
As if Peter coming around to give you the greatest head of your life was an inconvenience. Tempted, the devil on your shoulder smirking, to type back, Jesus, again? but never doing it. Instead, you wrote: sure.
Still, it plagued your mind. He never asked for anything else.
It was as if he did this purely for himself.
âOh fuck,â you mewled, clenching down tight. The hand that was wrapped around Peterâs brown curls clutched and tugged, and the unconscious movement earned you a chastised groan. It rumbled through your cunt, and the echo shot to your clit, making you close your eyes and lean back, wet mouth spilling his name into your dorm.
Peter liked hearing you.
Liked seeing you lose your mind with his head between your thighs, your pussy wet and throbbing from his mouth and fingers. Itâs why he came around often. Sometimes, he wouldnât even text, would just knock on your door -- looking sheepish from under his dark curls -- and just. Not. Say. Anything.
His silence was answer enough. You knew what he wanted. Or, needed, as you later figured out, as you saw how red heâd gotten when you told him he couldnât come around for a bit. When you said something about focusing on exams, heâd come over anyway, whined, shuffled his feet and said, You can do your work, I just gottaâŚIâll be quick.
The lack of explanation made your mind swirl. But regardless, youâd let him in and did your work with his head between your thighs. Heâd tutored you, too, told you how to solve for x with his fingers inside of you. Heâd said, if you let me make you come again, Iâll do your Maths work for the next week. After heâd left, you stared at the scene of the crime in pure silence.
JustâŚreflecting.
Peter fluttered his tongue over your swollen clit. Focused on swirling it around his tongue in sloppy, wet circles, and the thick desire that swelled between your thighs began to pool at your lower back, forcing you to arch up into it.
âPlease,â you wept, even though he was giving you what you wanted. Flat on your back with his deft grip keeping your bare thighs open. It was 8 pm. Heâd caught you just after your shower, so the smell of your shampoo and body wash wafted through the air â Lavender and pear.
Peter had spread you open and said you smelled like spring. Youâd been far too turned on to comment on it. He grumbled into your cunt, and you managed to work out the word, more? You hummed, too drunk on him and wound tight to verbalise that yes, you wanted more. Wanted him to make you come, and come again, till all you could do was mumble his name and focus on your breathing.
He'd learnt how you liked it. Paid attention, and he was getting full scores as he pushed his tongue flat against your swollen clit and sucked. Your vision went white.
âOh fuck â ohfuck, Peterââ you squirmed, but Peter was strong, and he held you to the bed with his vice-like grip, wordlessly saying take it take it take it.
He lapped at you, salvia drooling over your cunt and down his chin, soaking the sheets. He was always so careless. In moments like this, that nervous edge that always fluttered around him was gone, replaced by a visceral drive to either please you, or get what he wanted.
The two bled into each other.
His tempo was leisurely, but that didnât stop the heat from washing over you all at once.
You clamped your thighs around his ears and moaned -- loud, so loud that you were sure the other students on your floor heard.
Still, the ache was erratic, âSo good,â you sobbed, and you heard yourself, heard the near primal need in your voice, and the desperation made you embarrassed, made you cover your mouth with your palm and grip the sheets, willing yourself to cool it.Â
âMove your hand, or Iâll stop,â he uttered against you, and your clit was so sore that the echo of his words made your eyes roll back. Peter must have seen, as he hummed a laugh, and kissed your inner thigh, âlemme hear you.â
Managing to gain some sense of sanity, you blearily blinked down at him, but all sense of stability you thought you had was wiped away when you saw Peter had his hand stuffed down his pants.
You dropped back onto the bed and sobbed.
You knew he got off on this, but Jesus Christ, youâd never seen that before.
âGotta be kidding me,â you breathed, and Peter must have understood what you were referencing, as he buried his reddening face into your inner thigh. He let out a breathy chuckle, ââ Mâsorry,â he mumbled, âusually I wait till I get home, but youâre just so hot.â
You had to stay completely still, or youâd burst. Usually, I wait till I get home?
Peter moved his face and began nuzzling the wet folds of your pussy. He bumped his nose against your clit, and you quietly choked.
Peter hummed, âcouldnât help myself.â
You figured he did something like that, but the admission made your thighs tense. You pictured him stumbling home â cheeks still wet with you â and tugging his pants down, quickly shoving his hands into his boxers and taking hold of his aching cock. Did he whimper when he came? Or was he silent, all tremors and low grunts? No. He definitely whimpered.
He was far too pretty to stay quiet.
The sudden desire to kiss him swept over you.
Reaching down, you tugged at his curls, wordlessly motioning him to move. When he did, you briefly saw the red of his cheeks and wet of his nose before you kissed him, all tongue, and tasted yourself on his pink lips.
Peter melted into you. Huffed your name like a sigh, and the sheer tenderness of it had you wrapping your legs around his back and pressing your bare cunt against his jeans.
He was rock-hard. Tentatively, you ran your nails over his chest, and dipped low, pressing between his thighs, cupping his bulge, and gently squeezing. Peter wept.
âOh fuck,â he sobbed, as desperate as you imagined. With one hand in his hair and the other on his cock, you continued to kiss him, until the ache between your thighs became too much to bear.
âMake me come,â you whispered, âand Iâll put you in my mouth.â
Nanami lets you cockwarm him when heâs busy. Allowing you to sink down on his thick girth with a shivered sigh as you nestle your face into his neck. One of his hands on your waist and the other on his computer, placing occasional gentle kisses to your forehead making you moan softly in content. His tip brushing your g spot each time you make an accidental movement.
He knew it was only time before his pretty girl needed more. Your lip between your teeth when you rocked lightly along his already drenched lap. Your greedy pussy leaking uncontrollably with need. You sped up your pace slowly, grinding back and forth till your eyes pooled with tears, letting out loud whimpers as his fat cock grazed deep. Your throbbing clit bumping into his pelvis only adding to your pleasure.
Your hands grip his forearms tightly, your hips rutting desperately in a silent plea for him to touch you. âKento⌠needy.. need you.â You mewl cutely, a small smile creeping onto his face as he peered down at you.
âYeah, sweetheart? Wanâ me to help?â
You nodded with a shaky moan, âUh uh.. donât wanâ.. need.â Your back arching with a followed cry when his hips roll upwards. Large hands settling on your waist to help you take all of him as he bounced you up and down. Feeling his cock kissing your spot perfectly before sliding along slippery walls. A harsh coil burning in your stomach as your pussy clenched. Your boyfriend taking his sweet, sweet time to fuck his darling to orgasm after orgasm.
i wrote this like a year ago and never posted it???????? oml i kept thinking it was unfinished but like itâs 2700 words đ đ đ đ
 anyways iâm not rewriting it or even rereading it so!!! anyways, this is shitty but itâs mine so itâs fine
warnings: shy!reader, smut, vaginal fingering, reader is a virgin (par hand stuff sheâs done with rafael), reader owns a bookstore/cafe, written with an age gap in mind (rafael is like ?? 40?? 45??? reader is like 23/24), rafael is a babe and i love him, your honour, also rafael is a brief man and nobody can convince me otherwise, also like the office spoilers ig??? but nothing major, daddy/papi kink, the reader may have a slight humiliation kink (itâs self-projection babes), also the translation is through google so sorry if it is incorrect!
He looked up at you, his head resting against the back of the couch. A teasing smirk flitted across his face as he watched you chasing your release. Rafael loved studying your features, staring intently. The way your mouth hung open, your brows practically knitted together from the effort you were putting in and your eyelids fluttering with your attempts to keep them open. Rafael loved that about you, you were always all in, including the short panting breaths that escaped from your swollen lips. Yes, he derived just as much pleasure seeing you come undone as you did experiencing it.Â
âYou're so damn beautiful, CariĂąo.â
You reveled in the way his large calloused hands felt on your hips, the way he held you and subtly guided your movements as you pushed your uncovered core against his bare thigh. You loved how he bit down on his lip, struggling to contain his own arousal, so desperate to be inside of you.
âDo you have any idea what you're doing to me?â
Rafael moaned as his erection strained against his boxers. Oh how he longed to press his palm against it, just to relieve some of the tension. No, today he was going to watch, watch you use his body to get yourself off. Then maybe, if you were feeling generous, you'd return the favor. He smiled, you were the most generous person he knew.
âHaving fun there, CariĂąo?â
You noticed how mesmerized he was by your peaked nipples, your blossomed breasts swaying up and down before his very eyes. A soft laugh slipped past your lips, his struggle of restraint amusing you as you watched his nostrils flare and his heavy breathing whistling through pursed lips.
âMind if I have a taste?â
Ultimately, it's too much for Rafael, your beautiful bosom right there on display just for him. How could he not partake? How easy it was for him to lean forwards and capture one of those perky beauties between his eager lips. His tongue rolled around your hard nipple with ease, you let him suck it as his hands caressed her twin. Cupping her, pinching her nipple between his fingers and kneading your flesh. Oh how he loved the moans you saved, just for him.
âThat's my girl, God, you feel so good in my mouth.â
Once you've given him a taste, he can't stop, yearning for more. You let him leave a trail of blazing kisses across your chest, teeth grazing your skin, open lips sucking bruises up towards your neck, marking you as his. You knew how much it turned him on, seeing his marks on your body, his possessiveness taking over. In turn, his covetousness drove you crazy, dialing up your desire to dangerous levels.Â
âYou're mine, CariĂąo. Got that? All mine.â
At this point, his hands are all over you, fingers and palm spread across your back, dragging over your silky skin. He skimmed over your waist only to find purchase on the curve of your ass where his fingertips dug in desperately, helping you along the path to nirvana. Encouraging you with lust dripping from his voice.
âGo on, CariĂąo. You're doing so good. Just a little more.â
By now you're so lost in a haze that your movements are less than smooth and you thank your lucky stars that Rafael has the sense to assist. Your juices are covering his thigh as you shamelessly drag your clit over his bulging quad. Over and over. You have his undivided focus now, he can tell how close you are to falling off the edge into the carnal abyss. He helped you out as pitiful moans left your lips and tired hips faltered slightly. He squeezed his quads, the muscle hardening under you, pushing against your sensitive little nub. Rafael whispered sweet words of praise and encouragement as you let go and cum on his thigh.Â
âThat's right, CariĂąo, you got this. How do you always look pretty? Keep going, just like that, darling. Only a little more, let it go. That's it, baby, well done.â
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Rafael Barba x reader
warnings: language, smut, oral, a form of cock warming i guess? lol, dirty talking, cum shot.
requested: yup. can't remember who lol. Havent written for Barba or watched his eps in a while so hopefully this isnât ooc.
Rafael was in his home office later than he had originally planned, one thing simply turned into another and another and another, the next thing he knew the small pile of paperwork had become a mountain. Normally this was just a minor frustration, but tonight was supposed to be date night.
When youâd first gotten home youâd checked in, leaving a kiss on the top of his head, asking how long he thought he would be. An hour and a half later and you were back, sliding a glass of scotch onto his desk with a small sigh and a raised brow that silently asked when he was going to close up shop. An hour after that youâd given up hope for stage one, wandering back into the office to place a take out container on his desk, making sure that he at least ate. Every intrusion pulled his focus, causing him to lose his train of thought and have to start all over again, even if you didnât actually say anything. Which is why when the door creaked open again he let out a huff, his pen lifting up off the paper as he started to speak.
âIf you interrupt me one more time so help me god I willââ He completely forgot how to speak when his eyes moved from the paper in front of him to the doorway and his mouth practically started to water.
Youâd changed out of your clothes, a simple yet stunning black lace three piece set hugging your skin perfectly, adorned with light pink flowers, though the kicker was Rafaelâs favourite shirt draped over your shoulders, hanging open in the front so he could get a glimpse of the lingerie. You let out a small chuckle, sauntering through the room up to the side of his desk and your fingers curled under his chin, closing his mouth.
âCat got your tongue?â
âI...â he started, gulping as his eye swept over your body, lingering on the swell of your chest and you smiled.
âSee something you like?â
âI most certainly do.â His hands came to grip your hips, tugging you towards him as they slid up your sides, spreading warmth across your skin, âquerida you look amazing, but you know I have to finish this.â
âNo one said anything about you stopping.â With a smirk you sunk to your knees, hands spreading his legs so you could settle between them, âIâm sure I can find something to keep me occupied.â
âChrist.â Muttering, he shook his head at you, nudging you backwards slightly so his chair was closer to the desk and he picked up his pen again.
Only a moment later your hands were softly rubbing up and down the inside of his thighs, squeezing every so often and every time he glanced down he had a perfect view of your cleavage, pushed up by the fancy bra, your nipples nearly peaking over the top of the lace. He took a deep breath, feeling himself twitching in his pants already and did his best to focus on the work in front of him.
Your hands continued to rub up his thighs, one of them coming even higher to palm at his cock through his pants and he let out a groan, unable to control his hips rocking toward the touch. You continued to grope him, smirking at the feeling of him starting to get hard, knowing just what kind of an affect you were having on him. Your hands reached up to his belt, undoing the buckle before slipping into his pants, pulling them down a few inches to pull his cock out and he let out a hiss.
You spat into your hand before wrapping it around him, beginning to lazily stroke, letting out a needy whine as he got hard, twitching in your hand. Above you he let out a soft sigh, his eyes briefly closing, fingers clenching around his pen before he attempted to shake out of it.
âYou like that?â You asked, a smirk in your voice as your hand tightened around him, squeezing ever so softly and a drop of pre-cum began to leak out of his tip.
âYou know I do.â He groaned, hips rocking toward you, thrusting his cock further into your hand.
âIf this is too distracting I could always just play with myselfâŚâ You teased, your hand leaving him and trailing down your own body. You barely got it to the waist of your panties before Rafael let out a low growl, catching your other wrist in his hand, tugging you closer to him.
âUh-uh.â He shook his head, âyou know better than that.â
Grinning, you leant forward on your knees, your hands braced on his upper thighs and your tongue darted out to wet your lips, âyou want me to suck your cock while you work? Keep you nice and warm and hard until youâre finally ready to fuck me?â You licked a broad stripe up from the base of his cock to the tip, flicking it, lapping up the pre-cum as you did so and he twitched again, âstretch my pussy out, fuck me nice and deep, filling me up completely.â Your words were accented by kisses along his shaft, sucking at the sensitive skin, âIâm wet already just thinking about it.â
Rafaelâs free hand tangled into your hair, redirecting your mouth so he could drive his cock between your lips, âthen get to work.â
âMmmhm.â You mumbled back, slowing sinking down on his cock until the tip of it hit the back of your throat.
You held yourself there, tongue drawing patterns across his cock, tracing the veins as you moaned around him, sucking him deeper into your mouth, feeling him throb. You hollowed your cheeks, relaxing your throat so he could press even further into you. You could hear the scratching of his pen as he scribbled through whatever he was working on, but you could also hear that his breathing was getting laboured. Rafael began to shift uncomfortably in his seat, your mouth incredibly warm and wet around him, holding him there, tickling at his cock with your tongue. He twitched inside your mouth, letting out a quiet swear when you moaned around him, the vibration enough to make him stall in his words. You could feel the drool pooling in the corners of your mouth beginning to leak out of your lips, smearing around the base of his cock and you finally pulled off, taking a gasping breath.
Your hand replaced your lips, stroking up and down his length while your mouth moved down to his balls, sucking them into your mouth, your tongue toying with them. A groan left your lips as you rubbed your thighs together, pussy pulsing around nothing, eager for Rafaelâs cock to fill you up. Your mouth slipped off his balls, a string of drool connecting the base of his cock to your lips and you glanced up at him with a smirk when you felt his eyes on you.
âGod youâre so pretty like thisâŚâ he mumbled, his hand caressing your cheek gently, thumb tracing the outline of your lips and you were quick to suck it into your mouth. âSuch a good little cock sucker.â
He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, causing you to chase after it, your lips landing on the head of his cock when he wrapped his hand around it, redirecting it into your mouth before his hand moved to the back of your head. He guided you up and down, pressing ever so lightly on your head when you deep throated him, setting up a languid pace for you to bob on his cock. As relaxed as you were, you werenât afraid to start to make a bit of a mess, spit slicking his length, coating your lips, smearing across the crotch of his pants, a bit of drool dripping down your chin.
Rafael could feel his heart racing in his chest, the sounds coming from below him were driving him absolutely wild and he knew by the way youâd began rocking your hips in time with your bobbing that your pussy was completely drenched. His writing was getting sloppier and he knew he was going to have trouble reading it in the morning, but the thoughts of work were slowing slipping from his mind as the only thing he began to worry about was the feeling of you choking on his dick. He managed another sentence before tossing down his pen and letting out a louder moan, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes.
You pulled off his cock with a lewd pop, a small giggle escaping your wet lips, âfinished?â
âSomething else came up.â He muttered, smirking down at you and you chuckled, still stroking him.
âCertainly did.â With a wink you wrapped your lips around his cock again, picking up the pace as his hips began to rock up to meet your mouth, hands tangling into your hair again. You took him as deep as you could, hands massaging his balls and he grunted, throbbing in your mouth before he finally pulled you off, leaving you panting.
âIf you keep that up youâre gonna make me come.â His hands slid down to your shoulders, yanking you up and into his lap, where his hand found its way between your legs, cupping your heat, âand considering youâve ruined these panties it would be a waste to not feel that gorgeous pussy.â
With a quick smirk Rafael leant in, catching your lips in a kiss, groaning over the taste of himself in your mouth as your tongues quickly started rolling against one another. His arms wound around you, holding you close as he stood up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You couldnât resist grinding your clothed cunt against his hard on, your panties dampening from both sides now. He crossed the room to the couch across from his desk, gently dropping you onto it.
âWhy donât you get rid of that excuse for underwear?â He asked, his hands making quick work of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor behind him.
Your hands reached up behind your, un clasping the bra and tossing it aside, âyou could just pull them to the side?â
âGod youâre feeling dirty tonight, arenât you?â Rafael grinned, stepping toward you so he could cup your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples and you let out a happy sigh that morphed into a moan when he pinched at them, gripping the flesh harder.
âGot bored,â your eyes fluttered shut as he continued to play with your tits, âwatched a few videosâŚâ
âAnd were you touching yourself?â
âOnly over my panties.â
âGood girl.â His hands left your chest, one cupping your cheek to direct you into a kiss before he shoved his pants down, ânow get up on your knees and turn around.â
You eagerly did as asked, bracing yourself on the back of the couch and sticking your ass out as Rafael dimmed the lights in the room, making the view through the darkened window come a little more to life. Stories above the city streets below, the skyline full of sparkling lights, night sky twinkling with stars, you were high enough there was a very little chance of anyone seeing you, but the thrill was still there and sent shivers through your body. Rafaelâs hands soothed up your thighs, pulling your cheeks apart before his fingers slipped into your thong, pulling it off to the side to expose your glistening pussy.
âGod youâre just fucking drenched.â He muttered, bending over you to swipe his tongue through your folds, pulling a gasp from your lips as he sucked on your cunt for a moment, growling at the taste of your juices. âAlways so sweet querida.â Two of his fingers easily sunk into you and you couldnât help but push back onto them, whining as your eyes fluttered shut and he chuckled, âand already ready for me⌠you really are needy tonight.â
âRaf.. pleaseâŚâ Your head fell forward onto your forearms, practically panting in need as his fingers danced across your body, a feather light touch on your skin that left fire in its tracks.
âGod youâre so hot when you beg.â He replied, hand wrapping around his cock as he guided it your leaking cunt.
He rutted against you, cock sliding through your folds, smearing your juices all along it and you let out a long moan, body shaking as wetness leaked out of you. It wasnât a want, it was a need, your pussy absolutely throbbing, your clit swollen and sensitive, twitching every time his dick rubbed past it. He finally gave you some relief when the head of his cock nudged at your cunt and your body relaxed, a sigh escaping your lips as he sunk deeper into your heat inch by inch.
âFuckâŚâ You groaned, pushing your hips back toward him, making sure every inch of him was fully seated inside your throbbing cunt.
âYouâre squeezing me so tight already, shit.â
Rafael braced his hands on your hips, starting to pull his cock out until only the tip was left inside you before he sunk all the way in again, moaning right along with you. You were perfect, pussy fitting him like a fucking glove, pulsing around him like heaven, just the way he craved, the way he loved. He couldnât help but set a steady pace, knowing you were both so riled up already he didnât want to waste time but also didnât want to come instantly. Each thrust of his hips were met with a little squeak or whimper from you, the harder ones earned moans, soft swears, his name tumbling from your lips like a sweet prayer.
âS-so good.â You groaned out, gripping the back of the couch harder when Rafael circled his hips, cock hitting every spot of your walls.
âTake me so well.â He husked, picking up the pace, a hand sliding up your back until it tangled into the roots of your hair, tugging your head up so you could see the faint reflection in the dark window.
âFuckâŚâ
âLike that donât you?â He chuckled, âbet you wish they could see how you take my cock, hmm? How messy this little pussy is? God youâre dripping down your thighs thatâs how much you like the way I fuck you, isnât it?â
âMmhmm.â You managed out, a strangled moan breaking free from your throat, â âm closeâŚso closeâŚâ
Rafael knew what you were begging for, and he knew he wasnât far behind you, hand winding around you to find your clit, pads of his fingers rubbing at it, pressing harder with each circle. You were slick with wetness, clit hard and throbbing under his fingers while your pussy pulsed around his cock, juices coating it, squelching noises and the sound of skin on skin bouncing off the walls of the room.
âCome for me querida, come all over my cock.â He grunted, feeling himself throb inside you, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm, stuttering against yours as you cried out, pussy clamping down around him as your juices dribbled out, leaking down your thighs.
âFuck!â
It was only a second later that he groaned, his hips hitting yours, cock deep inside your cunt as his cum shot out of him, coating your walls and you let out another whimper at the sensation. He squeezed at the base of his dick, making sure to fill you with as much cum as he could, your pussy milking every last drop out of him. He dropped his torso over yours, holding you flush to him as he panted, messy kisses pressed to the back of your shoulders as your bodies trembled together.
âOh my godâŚâ He mumbled and you laughed softly, shifting to collapse to the couch underneath him, whining when his cock slipped from you.
âStill mad about the interrupting?â You asked with a smirk as you rolled over and it was his turn to laugh.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! I hope everyone will accept this as my gift. The next chapter in Dating App.
Trigger Warnings: Smut, oral-female receiving, teasing. I think that is it.
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âGood. Girl.â Rafael cooed just before his lips took yours. Your body heated at his words.
You moaned the second his lips touched yours, the hand holding your face moved to grasp the back of your neck. Your hands clutched at his suspenders, as you arched up towards him wanting more contact with him. A fire building in your body. You felt Rafaelâs lips curl up as he started to pull away but his hands moved to hold your waist tugging you with him until you were standing flush against him. Your hands stroked up his chest and wrapped around his shoulders, one of your hands moving to run through the hair on the back of his head. One of Rafaelâs hands caressed up and down your back the other moved down to run up your thigh tugging your dress with it before he cupped your arse. You rocked into him, moaning again at Rafaelâs touch, you felt your pussy throb and felt it getting wet. Your arousal growing from the small simmer that it had been since you laid eyes on the man.Â
âRafi,â you groaned pulling away from him.
âThis okay, baby?â he asked you going to remove his hand but you quickly reached down to put his hand back on your arse.
âItâs more than okay,â you whispered, leaning into bit along his neck, grinning when his hands twitched before they grabbed you harder. You felt his hard cock against your hip as he tugged you even closer, a moan rumbled through his chest at the friction. Your pussy throbbed again, the heat of the moment covered your nerves at the prospect of what would happen tonight. There was one thing you hadnât told Rafael, and at first you didnât think it mattered, that you wouldnât need to tell him. But now that it was happening you felt the nerves ramping up, you knew that you still wanted this, wanted him. You had never felt more ready but you couldnât deny the nerves were there. And you wanted him to know, wanted him to understand.
âCarino,â Rafael moved his other hand down to cup your arse squeezing and kneading the flesh as you mouthed along his neck. He felt your teeth gently nipping at his skin, moving up and down his neck as your hands trailed across his shoulders and down to his shirt fingers fiddling with his buttons. You removed your lips from his neck and looked up at him from under your lashes.
âCan I take this off?â you asked him, trying to delay the conversation.
âPerhaps we move to your room?â he raised an eyebrow. You bit your lip, taking a deep breath as you removed yourself from his grip and put some space between the two of you. Rafael reached out to you but dropped his hand back to his side, as he noticed you were nervous as your fingers twisted around each other, just like they had on your first date. âCarino, whatâs wrong? We donât have to do anything, if you donât want to.â
âI want to Rafael, believe me I really want to,â you shook your head. âThereâs just something I need to tell you.â
Rafael felt his stomach drop as he become very worried. A small part of his brain had been waiting for the other shoe to drop, worried that maybe this had been all too good to be true. But he ignored that feeling pushing it to the back of his mind, as the weeks had gone on and you showed no signs of getting sick of him.
âChica, please?â Rafael prodded you when you still hadnât said anything else.
âIâm a virgin,â you rushed out in one breathe, closing your eyes. You werenât ashamed of not having had sex before, but you also were fully aware that some people could react oddly to that. The last time you thought you were comfortable enough with the person you had been dating to have sex with him and tell them that you had no experience he had become a littleâŚoverwhelmingly eager and took a little too much pride in being your first. It was a little off putting, to the point that you hadnât felt comfortable after that to have sex with him that night. He would bring it up a lot, asking when you were going to have sex, constantly asking you if you were finally ready, even after you had asked him to stop and you would let him know when you wanted to have sex. That had been the moment you decided to end things. You didnât think Rafael would react like that but you also could never really be sure.
âCarino,â Rafaelâs voice softly called for you. You opened your eyes to find he had taken a step closer but made no move to touch you. His eyes had lost the fire that was in them before, he stared at you with one of the softest looks you had seen on him yet.
âAnd before you ask, yes I am still sure I want this,â you continued on, causing him to huff a little and smile at you. He held out his hand, giving you the option to initiate touch with him. You quickly took his hand, holding it tight.
âOkay, I was definitely going to ask that,â Rafael chuckled lightly. âThank you for telling me, Chica. Weâll go at your pace and anytime you want to slow down or take a break or speed up tell me. I want you to be comfortable, and not just tonight but every time we ever do anything.â
âI will, Iâm so very much into communication,â you nodded your head. Rafael took another step towards you raising your hand to his mouth to place a kiss on your knuckles. âThankyouâŚfor not making this a big deal.â
âChica, even if this wasnât your first time it wouldnât change how I would approach having sex with you for the first time, it wouldnât change my desire to know that you will always communicate with me,â Rafael said, voice still soft and oh so gentle. But slowly his eyes grew heated again, his voice still gentle became a little rougher as his desire return. âMy first time with you, to me is a big deal, but only because I want nothing more than for this night to be the start of many more nights to come. Now, shall we take this to your bedroom? There is so much I want to do with you, do to you. One of which is getting to taste you. Is that something you would like, Chica? For my tongue to lick between your thighs? To circle your clit?â
Your thighs clenched at his questions, your arousal returning so fast it was almost like whiplash. You whimpered in response but Rafael raised your chin with a finger demanding you look him in the eye.
âI need words, Carino,â he whispered.
âYes, letâs go to my bedroom so you can do that, please?â you asked already walking backwards, able to navigate your own apartment without looking. Rafael chuckled at your eagerness as you tugged him to follow you.
Rafael used the one hand he had free to slowly remove his suspenders, noting how your eyes followed his hands and how your tongue peeked out to lick at your lips. Rafaelâs cock had been semi-hard from the first kiss the two of you had shared when he arrived but it was fully hard by the time the two of you entered your bedroom, pushing a little uncomfortably against his boxers and pants. Rafael took a moment to take in your bedroom, a desk in the corner with more books and a desktop computer and a laptop, a dresser with makeup and jewellery, the canopy bed with fairy lights decorating it that were on and a few more candles scattered around giving the room a very romantic atmosphere. He felt your fingers twitch a little in his and forced his eyes back to yours.
âVery you,â he grinned tugging you towards him a soft smile on his face as he kissed you lightly on the nose before he let go of your hand and to hold your hips.
âThanks,â you smiled up at him your hands starting to pull his shirt out from his pants, fingers playing with the first button as you bit your lip.
âYes, Chica, that can come off,â he smirked as his own hands reached down and grabbed your arse again. âFuck, baby, your arse is perfection.â
Your whole body flushed at his words. You never thought you would like words like that being said to you but coming from Rafael changed your whole perspective regarding them. You forced your fingers to stay steady as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt, more and more of his skin being revealed to your eyes. Once all the buttons were undone you pushed the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms before throwing into the corner of your room. You dragged your nails down his chest before trailing them back up and over his shoulders feeling him shiver at your actions. You couldnât resist leaning forward and kissing across his chest and up his neck again. Pushing yourself as close to him as you could, feeling his hard cock against you.
âChica,â he moaned, his hands pushing under your dress again. âCan this come off?â
You nodded as Rafael pulled the dress up slowly allowing his fingers to trail over your skin before he threw it in the same corner that you threw his shirt. His hands smoothed your hair away from your face before he kissed you, moaning into his mouth as tongues met, his hands grabbing your hips, the feel of his skin on yours set a fire in your veins. Rafael broke the kiss and took a step away smirking at your whine as you chased his lips.
âRafi,â you pouted a little.
âSorry Chica I just wanted to see you in all your glory,â he smiled eyes roving over you. He took in his fill of your body covered in the beautiful green lacy lingerie set. Your body flushed under his gaze the look on his face made your heart beat faster. You donât think you had ever seen a man look at you that way.
âDo you like what you see?â you asked raising your hands to run through your hair biting your lip as you turned slowly in a circle. Rafaelâs response was a growl and his hands grabbed hold of your hips and pulling you close to him before walking you backwards towards your bed.
âYou are stunning. Ravishing. And beautiful,â he whispered placing a new kiss on your lips between each compliment. The back of your legs hit the edge of your bed and you slowly sat down moving backwards to lay fully on the bed with Rafael following you down after kicking his shoes off. He hovered above you, his hips bracketed by yours. Â
âHm, well, you are handsome, charming and captivating,â you murmured arms raising up to wrap around his shoulder trying to tug him down. âNow, can I please have another kiss?â
âAnything you ask for, is yours,â Rafael promised. And by god did he mean it. In a way he had never thought he would ever mean.
He leaned down balancing on his forearms as he carefully rested his weight on you however, he didnât kiss your lips like you wanted. He placed kisses across your cheeks and down your neck nipping at the skin enough to leave a little mark but nothing that would be visible tomorrow. You sighed at his actions your hips jolted when he reached the crook of your neck kissing and biting at it.
âRafael,â you moaned. Your hands scratching across his shoulders and down his back as he continued. Rafaelâs moan followed yours when he felt your hips rock up into his hard cock, he rocked down into you. The friction on your clit from his hard cock and his pants had a shot of pleasure running through your body.
âChica, christ,â Rafael groaned into your neck before he lifted away from your neck and finally claimed your mouth again. His hips continuing to rock into you, as his tongue swiped into your mouth, tasting the wine and dinner from before. You whimpered into his mouth, your legs wrapping around his hips to get better leverage to rock up into him, the heels you were wearing still encasing your feet.
Rafael pulled away again leaning his forehead on yours before he leaned up reaching behind him to unlock your legs from around his hips. You pouted up at him at that reaching your hands up to him but he merely grinned down at you as he reached to undo his belt and pants. You licked your lips as he slowly unzipped his pants and started pushing them down his hips showing the top of his boxers. Rafael had to stand up to remove his pants and he did so slowly, dragging it out to tease you. Like you had teased him, even if you had never meant to. He found everything you did to be mesmerizing. He grinned as he watched your eyes following his pants before they zeroed in on the tent at the front of his boxers. Your mouth watered. You wanted to taste him, a desire you had never had before.
âRafi,â you whined sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, you reached down to start taking your heels off.
âLet me,â Rafael interrupted kneeling down in-front you.
Your breath hitched at the sight of him on his knees, his hands gentling running up your left lower leg before his fingers gently started to unhooking the strap tying your heel to your ankle. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your ankle as he removed the shoe before repeating the motion with your right leg. After he had placed your shoes out of the way you expected him to stand up but instead he stayed on his knees and ran his hands up your thighs, his lips laying kissing up your right leg, over your knee and across the top of your thigh. His hands gently spread your thighs, squeezing at the flesh as he settled in between them. His bright green eyes staring up at you, your chest heaved with the breaths you were taking as his hands continued to massage your thighs and his lips placed kisses and bites along the inside of your thighs moving close to the edge of your panties before moving back away. He could see the evidence of your arousal on the front of your panties and his mouth watered at the thought of being able to taste you. To bring you to orgasm with his mouth. But he wouldnât do that until he knew that is what you wanted.
âRafi, please,â you begged.
âPlease what?â he asked. You bit your lip moaning softly, your hands reaching up to run through his hair.
âPlease, I wantâŚI need,â you tried to explain to express your desires but you struggled a small flush of embarrassment running through you.
âDo you want my mouth on you?â Rafael took pity on you and asked, his eyes never leaving yours as you nodded, he felt your hands tighten in his hair and he hummed at the feeling. He wanted to feel that grip as you guided his head, as you took your pleasure from his mouth.
âYes, please,â you whined. âI need it.â
âThen I shall give that to you, my beautiful chica,â he promised as he reached up to tug your panties, you removed your hands from his hair and used them to help lift your hips off the bed enough for him to remove your panties.
Rafael gripped your thighs and tugged you closer to the edge of the bed not moving from his position kneeling in-front of you. He pulled your thighs over his shoulders, kissing up your thighs again only this time he didnât stop when he met the top of your thigh he moved across to your wet throbbing pussy. You gasped at the first hint of his breath, at the first teasing swipe of his tongue as he run it between your lips and to your clit tasting you. Your hands went back to his hair holding onto him, as he reached under you to push your hips up as he started to devour you. He moaned as his tongue swirled around your opening delving into your pussy, sucking and licking at the wetness that leaked out before he removed his tongue. You rocked your hips, lightly at first not wanting to grind too hard into his face. He made sure to pay attention to your clit circling it with his tongue before sucking on it, making it swell as your pleasure built.
âDarling, donât be afraid,â Rafael kissed your thighs again. âGrind and rock against my face. Smother me between your thighs.â
âShit Rafael,â you moaned hands tightening on his hair tugging him back down to your pussy hips lifting up. âPlease?â
âGood girl, take your pleasure,â Rafael smiled before he dived back down. He altered between sucking on your pussy and licking at your clit. With his encouragement you rocked into his face grinding against him as he continued to eat you out, nibbling on your clit and licking his tongue inside of you. The curl of pleasure building inside of you grew hot behind your core, the whimpers and moans that left your mouth brought a different pleasure to Rafael. He had always enjoyed hearing his partners in the throes of pleasure, as their orgasms build and build getting closer to the edge. But hearing your whimpers and moans, the broken way you would say his name in gasps as your rocked into his face grinding against him took it to another level. The heat in his veins made his cock ache but he ignored it, only wanting to focus on you. This entire night was always going to focus on you.
âRafi, Rafi, fuck,â you moaned feeling the tell-tale signs of your orgasm getting closer. The tightening just behind your core, the way your walls started to flutter and your hips starting to rock faster and faster. âIâm close, Iâm so close. Please, Rafael. Please.â
Rafael started focusing solely on your clit, ensuring to suck on it and lightly nibbling it. When he first did it he was testing the waters and when you rocked into him he knew that you enjoyed it, so he would nip at it every few sucks and licks. He moved one of his hands down, swiping it through the wetness around your pussy replacing his lips with his fingers as he licked into your pussy sucking and stroking your walls.
âRafael!â you moaned loudly as your orgasm built and released. Your walls fluttering, hips twitching and your legs shaking. You locked your legs around his head, as your body hummed with the pleasure you felt flowing through you. None of your orgasms had felt like this before, Rafael continued to lick you through it, gently stroking your clit with his finger as your hips rocked into his face until the touch got to be too much. You whined hips moving away from Rafael, leading him to pull away from your pussy. He licked around his mouth not wanting to waste any of your arousal, the taste of you was even better than anything he could imagine.
âBaby you taste so good, I could get addicted,â Rafael purred as he slowly stood up eyes tracing up your body to your heaving breasts and flushed face.
He stepped up into the space between your spread legs, placing his hands on either side of your body he leaned over you, kissing and nipping up your torso, sucking on your harden nipples through the gauzy material of your bra. You gasped, your nipples sensitive, the feeling of his wet mouth almost too much but you didnât want him to stop. The feelings running through your body and your heart was like nothing you had ever felt. Rafael was paying an incredible amount of attention to you. He wasnât just going through the motions to get to the point where he could stick his dick inside of you, he was worshiping you. Rafael was just proving again and again that you were incredibly lucky to have found him. You might have been planning on getting Liv chocolate and a bottle of wine to thank her for getting him on the dating app and all the interference she had run for the two of you.
âI could get addicted to you doing that,â you smiled airily up at him, still coming down from your high. Your hands teasingly pushing at his boxers. âWhy are these still on?â
âWhy is this teasing piece of material still on?â he countered gently snapping the strap of your bra.
âMy clothes were wrapping for you to remove,â you grinned.
âOh is that so?â Rafael raised an eyebrow lifting his head from your chest. He lifted himself away from you again standing next to the bed hands on his hips. âWell, then I should finish unwrapping my present.â
âHmm, yes you should Mr Lawyer,â you teased wiggling backwards on the bed propping yourself up on your elbows and pointing your foot at him. âBut only if those come off first.â
Rafael grinned tilting his head at you as his eyes slowly moved up your body to connect with yours. The green in them almost completely hidden, the look in them made your stomach flip and your heart pound. He slowly pushed his boxers down never taking his eyes off of yours. Inch by inch of his skin was revealed to you. His dick sprung up when his boxers past it, you never imagined that a dick would make your mouth water or your stomach feel warm but Rafaelâs, well his, his did.
âRafael, IâŚI want to taste you,â you whispered finding it hard to look anywhere else.
âMaybe in the morning sweetheart,â Rafael promised as he crawled back onto the bed to hover above you, his lips just touching yours as you were still propped up on your elbows. âCause right now I do not think I will last long enough if you put those pretty lips on me. You are far to sexy, and if you still want to I need to be inside of you.â
âFuck yes, Rafael, please I need you inside of me,â you kissed him. âI have had one too many dreams of it that if you do not fuck me right now-â
âSo demanding Chica,â Rafael whispered into your mouth as he pressed you fully down into the bed with persistent kisses. He straddled your hips putting his weight on his knees as his hands covered your breasts and gently massaged them. You pushed your chest up into his hands, whimpering at the attention he paid to your hardened nipples. âBut first I do need to finish unwrapping my delicious, beautiful present.â
Rafael slipped his fingers under the edge of the bra following it around the back as he kissed along your collar bone. He carefully undid the clasp before he ran his hands up to your shoulders and dragged the straps down, pulling away from your neck as he slowly pulled the bra away from your skin throwing it to the side. He paused to allow his eyes to drink their fill of their first sight of you bare before him. His mouth watered at the sight before him, from the moment you had sent him that photo of you walking through the park he found you to be one of the most stunning women he had ever seen and that belief had only grown. But there was something about seeing you beneath him, vulnerable and naked, body flushed from the pleasure he had given you that ignited a fire inside of him.
âAmor,â he whispered reverently, his hands stroking up and down your body.
You felt almost like a different person with how he was staring down at you, how he was touching you. Like a man possessed, his touch was passionate and gentle, an almost possessive gleam in his eyes at being able to see you bare and under him. You had been nervous at first but with each part of you that was revealed to him you could see the heat in his eyes growing and your confidence grew with it. You reached your hands up stroking up his corded forearms to wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down to your face again.
âRafael, take me now,â you whispered, somehow managing to wiggle your legs out from under him, nudging him to put his legs closer together so you could wrap your legs around his hips, gasping a little when his cock nudged against your pussy.
âShit, Chica,â Rafael dropped his head into the crock of your shoulder. âTell me if you need me to stop.â
âI will I promise,â you grabbed a hold of the hair at the nape of his neck.
Rafael balanced himself on one hand as he reached across to grab a condom that was sitting on the bedside table. He ripped it open with teeth before he rolled it down over his cock, using the same hand to guide his cock head inside of you before placing it at your waist and squeezing you. You gasped at the feel and the slight pressure. Rafael kissed at your neck, running his hand up and down your side before sliding further in. You felt his hand start to slowly move from your waist and down to your clit, the combined burst of pleasure and the feeling of being filled took away the slight edge of pain and uncomfortableness that you were feeling.
âHow do you feel?â Rafael whispered after he had bottomed out inside of you.
âFuck, I feel so full,â you moaned as he continued to tease your clit as the last ebb of pain seeped away. âMove, please move.â
Rafael grinned down at you as he slowly started to thrust, keeping the pace slow and gentle at first letting you get use to the feeling. He waited until he started to feel your insides start to twitch against him, until your hips started to roll meeting his thrusts before he started to alter the speed of his thrusts. He angled his hips smirking when you moaned loudly your inner walls tightening around him as the pleasure in your stomach tightened.
âThatâs it baby,â he encouraged you. âYouâre taking me so well beautiful, look at you.â
Your body buzzed as he praised you, a tingling feeling starting to centre around your clit as your breathes started to come out with whimpers and moans. Rafael lowered his head to suck at your breasts not able to ignore them any longer. He had thought about what it would feel like to have your breasts in his mouth as he fucked you and he was not letting the opportunity to do so go by.
âRafael, fuck, oh god,â you whimpered legs tightening around him, your nails scratching down his back, he felt a slight sting left in their wake but it only caused him to fuck harder and faster into you. Sweat was gathering along both your bodies as your tempers climbed higher and higher as the two of you were driven closer to your highs. The pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your bodies.
Your pussy was so tight, warm and wet around Rafaelâs cock that it had him forcing back his climax as he wanted the two of you to finish together. He needed it. Needed to feel your walls spasming around his cock, gripping it tightly as he brought you to another orgasm. He switched his mouth to your other breast, sucking on your nipple and lightly grazing his teeth against it. When he heard the airy whines that escaped your gorgeous, wet, red lips he released your nipple, lifting his head to stare down at your face, taking in the flush red cheeks, the pleasure that was etched onto your face. And your eyes that were squeezed shut.
âLook at me carino, I want to see your eyes as we come together,â he whispered before he kissed the tip of your nose.
You forced your eyes to open, knowing that you didnât want to miss a single emotion that passed through his eyes, that flitted across his face as he pounded into you. As his fingers continued to tease your clit in slow circles as he increased the pressure before backing off to nearly no pressure at all, repeating the pattern. You stared up into his eyes as your hands found their way back up to his shoulders, one arm wrapping around his shoulder, clutching him tightly and the other scratched up into his hair.
âIâm close, Iâm so close,â you whimpered, your hips struggling to maintain the rhythm you had built up as your pleasure got too much.
âMe too baby, me too,â Rafael moaned as his hips starting to stutter and lose their tempo as his balls grew heavier and drew up.
You reached your climax first, the heat in your stomach bursting as your second orgasm took you higher than your first did. Your vision became white as your legs shook and your whole body trembled as your pussy pulsed and throbbed around Rafaelâs cock. Squeezing him so tightly that, although his orgasm had been building it still hit him suddenly. His body bucked as his semen filled the condom and his cock throbbed in time with his heart beat that pounded in his ear.
âRafael,â you whimpered, he had managed to continue teasing your clit through his own pleasure, overstimulating your body. Rafael felt a similar feeling as your pussy continued to clench around his cock, milking it for every last drop before it got to be too much and he slowly pulled out. You both whined, you at the empty feeling and him as he left the warmth of your pussy. Rafael rolled off of you, pulling the condom off and tying it before throwing into the bin that was under the bedside table before he pulled you to lay across his chest holding you tightly.
âI think I scratched you,â
âI think you did,â Rafael huffed at your comment, finding it a little random. âBut I like it, means Iâm marked by you.â
âRafael,â you giggled a little. âAnd yet you didnât mark me.â You looked up at him and pouted. âThatâs a little unfair.â
âOh, donât worry chica, Iâll mark you up so everyone knows,â Rafael promised a light growl entering his voice as his arms tightened around you playfully.
âGood,â you nodded a little giddy at the thought of being marked by him. âYou havenât got anything on tomorrow do you?â
âOnly staying in this bed with you for the majority of the morning, then taking you out for brunch and anything else you want to do,â Rafael stroked his fingers up and down your spine. âIf that is also something you would like.â
âHell yes Mr Lawyer, no take backies either,â you nuzzled into his neck, before teasingly nipping at the skin.
âNo take backies?â Rafael laughed. âSo juvenile, Chica.â
âIt works and everyone knows what it means, not like your fancy lawyer talk,â you shrugged. âI mean seriously, why do lawyers need all those long arse words to say the same thing as no take backies?â
âWell, when you say it like that it does sound ridiculous,â you could almost hear the eye roll that accompanied his words. âAs a counter argument, why do librarians feel the need to use something like the dewy decimal system to sort books?â
âCause it makes it a shit tone easier to shelve books via subject and it actually makes it easier for readers to find what they want,â you answered leaning up to look at him, an eyebrow raised. âYou give the person the number of the book, they find the shelf with that number and then they just look for the number of the book rather than the name. And theyâll be in numerical order as well.â
âWellâŚâ Rafael didnât quite have a response to that. âClearly if you can think that clearly to make a valid argument I didnât exhaust you enough.â
âResorting to commentary about your sexual prowess? Isnât that normally your partners job? Though since you are resorting to that I guess that means I managed to muddle your brain.â
âYou and Liv are never meeting,â Rafael muttered.
âAw, am I teasing you too much, baby?â
Rafael tugged you closer to him, his fingers digging into your side as he tickled you in response. You tried to stop the giggling that was raising up but as you tried to wiggle away from his teasing fingers the laughter escaped you. Rafael managed to trap you against him as he continued to tickle you, his own laughter joining yours as you continued to playfully fight against him. Rafael started to blow raspberries against your neck before sucking on the skin to mark you as you wanted. Your body started to heat in a different way but you didnât think you could handle another round so soon.
âRafael, stop!â you giggled squirming away from his mouth and fingers. You expected Rafael to ignore you but he once again surprised you by backing away immediately, his arms holding you loosely around your waist. âYou stopped?â
âYou asked me to,â Rafael shrugged, his green eyes soft as he ran his nose along your cheek. You looped your arms around his neck kissing along his jaw. Â
âRafael, I am so glad I met you,â you whispered. Rafael felt his heart skip a beat at your confession, a warmth of happiness flooding his veins.
âI am as well, Carino,â Rafael pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his hands holding you oh so gently.
Olivia would be getting two really nice bottles of wine and so much chocolate.
A/N: this is my first time ever writing smut and I'm so nervous about posting it, please be kind, I'm really doing my best :(
His heavy steps make you jolt awake in an instant.
From where you were dozing on the soft rug in front of his bed you have yet to spot Lord Skywalker but are able to hear him well, your senses attuned to every sound of his, no matter how small it may be.
Your breath catches in your throat and, not daring to release it, you listen closely to his movements; occasionally you're lucky and they tell you something about his mood before he can catch you off guard.
What is he doing?
Curiously craning your neck you try to get a glimpse of him next door but all you can see is his dark cape being thrown from one side of the room to the other where it lands with a heavy thud.
Immediately two very different possibilities flash before your inner eye; he's either furious or horny.
Your brain screams at you to get up, get up, get up, get up and you just barely manage to untangle your sleepy limbs from the fuzzy blanket when he rounds the corner, his hungry eyes searching for you.
Oh. It's clear what it's going to be tonight.
You sink back in relief.
"Wel-Welcome back, my L-"
He doesn't even let you finish before easily picking you up and throwing you upon his bed, his burning gaze not once leaving your blushing face as he frees his hard and already leaking cock.
He's on you in an instant, covering your mouth with his, unceremoniously shoving his tongue past your lips.
With a sigh he begins rutting his hips against your still clothed pussy, deepening the kiss when you shyly start to reciprocate his movements.
"Oh, little one, I have been thinking about this all day.", he tells you, before dragging you into another scorching kiss.
Only when you begin to struggle, desperate to come up for air, does he manage to rein himself back in and releases you with a wet sucking sound that echoes around the room.
Looking you over attentively, his hot breath fans across your face when he speaks.
"Have you been waiting here for me? Mmh?"
Wide eyed you nod; you did wait for him, just the way you know he likes it.
One of his hands teasingly snakes in between your legs and he gives a hum of satisfaction when he finds your panties slightly damp with arousal.
"Such a good girl, you'll make me feel so good tonight, I know it."
His voice is rough with lust as he reinforces his words by once again thrusting his hips forward, moaning loudly at the sensation.
"You want it too, don't you? To let me cum inside of you as many times as I want to? To make me feel good?"
"Yes.", you blabber dumbly, eager to please him. "I want to- I wanna make you cum. Please cum inside of m-me."
"You do, huh?"
Feigning intimacy he smiles and leans close to whisper in your ear.
"It's not like you have a choice, sweetheart."
He draws back and impatiently pats your hip, signaling something you, through your excited haze, don't understand.
You do your best to rearrange your limbs, dazedly making a move to undress yourself but when you lift your arms to pull up your top, he stops you with a sigh.
Faster than you can think he scoops an arm underneath your back and easily manhandles you into position on all fours before him.
You are confused, does he not want you naked?
You try again, which earns you a stinging slap to your right ass cheek and a sharp reprimand.
"Behave."
You still immediately as your world narrows down to him and his touch alone.
Lord Skywalker gently moves the crotch of your underwear aside to press a finger inside of you.
"You know the rules, little one. Hold still, don't talk, and I'll make this pleasurable for you as well."
Every bit of air is pushed out of your chest, your mouth falling open as you try to adjust to the sudden intrusion.
You didn't think you were wet enough to take all of it yet but your body gives way easily as he slowly shifts his finger around to stroke your walls, before gently withdrawing and pumping back in repeatedly.
Each little movement makes you jump and by the time he's inserting a second digit, his spare arm has to reach beneath your chest to keep you upright.
His fingers are so very big and long, so skilled, and it does not take long for you to moan out around them helplessly.
As he allows you to grind back into them, you feel as if already you could fall apart right here and now.
Desperately you want to beg, for him to go deeper, faster, anything, but you know better than that and wisely keep your mouth shut.
To antagonize him now, to egg him on, would only result in punishment and suffering.
Instead you place your trust in his own lust and impatience to keep him from playing with you for too long and are proven right not long after.
The mattress dips under his weight as he shifts positions, and you can feel the much larger head of his cock nudging the entrance in between your wet folds.
With your heart racing you try to spread your legs even wider.
His hands roughly kneed your ass cheeks, pulling them far apart to get a good long look at your dripping core, before sliding forward to grip your waist, pulling you closer towards him.
Anxious to give him better access and to make it easier for your body as well, you arch your back as far as it will go and steady yourself as he lines himself up, as he presses forward antagonizingly slowly.
With gritted teeth you endure the burning slide until the tip finally pops in and you gasp, your Lord releasing a low moan above you.
As always his size overwhelmes you.
Despite the regularity in which he claims you it's nearly too much.
Involuntarily you clench down hard around his cock, and breathe a sigh of relief when it makes him release a quick hiss of pleasure.
Yet you beg your body to relax again; your Lord is far away from being fully sheathed inside of you and he can and will take more, not always caring whether you are ready to as well.
This time though, surprisingly, he stops the penetration just short of it becoming too much for you to handle and instead begins to lazily push in and out, giving you the chance to adjust.
You are whimpering helplessly by the time he's fully seated, completely impaled and trembling as your walls flex almost violently around the thick intrusion.
You canât seem to catch your breath, a slight sheen of sweat already covering your entire body.
Slowly the Sith is stilling his movements and reaches forward to soothingly stroke your hair and rub your back.
It's a gesture of good will.
An acknowledgement of your weaker form.
You try to speak, to let him know you recognize it as what it is, to let him know how thankful you are.
"Th-tha... thank y..." but instead you break off in a languid cry, hanging your head, when he quickly drapes himself over you to bite at your neck in warning.
"No. Speaking.", he murmurs lowly before straightening up again.
Contemplatively he draws out his throbbing cock before slowly pushing it back in, not hard but enough to make you grapple for something to hold on to.
The next thrust is much the same: powerful but subdued.
The third hits a spot that wrenches a loud cry of sheer pleasure out of you.
Your Lord hits it again and again, and now you are being tossed forward with it, giddily taking each thrust you are given as the rhythm grows quick and even.
Eliciting a steady burst of ecstasy up your spine that leaves you far more vocal than you are comfortable with, you are wracked with tremors and slowly but surely grow dizzy with it.
He slows down after a while, taking his time to carefully readjust your position and the strong hold he has on your waist.
At first, not understanding what's happening you fear he's going to stop altogether.
Are you not satisfactory?
You won't be able to bear it if he leaves you like this, gaping and aching for more.
"Pl- please...", you choke out, in your desparation forgetting about his warning from earlier.
"Pleaseee..."
His response is a mocking laugh and the next thrust is so hard it makes you choke and nearly topple over.
"Is that want you want? Huh?"
The next follows immediately after, just as fast and just as hard.
Unbelievably the pace quickens, and suddenly you are being fucked at a relentless rhythm with brutal strength; too fast for you to even cry out with with each time he slams into you, you turn into one long litany of noises.
Again you feel him draping himself over your body, covering you whole, his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress.
You are so, so wet, sure you are dripping and leaking against his pants and all over the sheets, whining for it, tears prickling the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.
His strength is staggering, his skill merciless and despite everything you have experienced so far there is nothing to compare it to.
Each thrust is perfectly angled to overstimulate with how his hips are jerking forward and his large hands tightly clasping your body, leaving bruises in their wake wherever they go.
Your skin feels hot and feverish, your body bristling with heat.
You couldn't escape if you wanted to, couldnât even think of it.
The loud slapping sounds almost drown out your pleas and the blood pounding in your ears.
Lord Skywalker seems to have no expiration, he never so much as slows, and you wonder if he could do this endlessly.
You know, however, that you canât.
You are weak, already close to passing out, and finally you let your tears flow freely, fully submitting to his will.
He hears your sobs and his left arm tightens around your waist to hoist you up against his chest, holding you close.
His free hand slips into the front of your panties and cups your heat closely, before he starts methodically rubbing your clit to the beat of his fucking.
Your trembling doubles, and barely a few thrusts later you shriek your release, your muscles and stomach clenching.
Your vision blurs as your eyes roll back into your head, your mind seemingly leaving your body behind.
The Sith doesn't stop his movements, simply fucking you through your orgasm until after another minute there come several audible grunts and you can feel the rush of hot liquid filling you up.
Lord Skywalker pounds that out too, then slows, stills, and finally, lets go of you.
You collaps onto your front instantly.
His big cock slides free and you hit the mattress panting for air, everything around you spinning.
In slow trickles his cum is leaking out of you but you're too tired to move away from the big stain your combined bodily fluids created and, as it turns out, you don't get a chance to either, as suddenly you are grabbed by your ankles and easily flipped around to lay on your back.
Through eyes heavy lidded and dark with lust your Lord drinks in your helpless picture, already and, unbelievably so, fully erect again with excess cum still dripping from the tip of his cock.
Blinking up at him you can't do anything but watch as he lazily palms his erection and then begins to touch himself in earnest to the sight of you.
He's allowing you another break, altough you realize how short it will be by how roughly he's handling himself and by the way his breath is very quickly growing ragged again.
"Oh fuck..."
A low groan escapes his mouth and his free hand reaches out to part your knees so he can settle in between your legs.
You can't tear your gaze away from the way his head falls back in the throws of his pleasure, from how he licks and bites his lip in anticipation for what is to come so soon...so very soon...
Somehow his explosive orgasm still manages to catch you off guard as the thick ropes of his cum spurt all over your swollen pussy.
Propping himself up over your body with one arm he milks himself dry, painting your belly and part of your tits with what is left of his hot release, before slowly sinking back on his heels to come down from his high.
His pants are utterly ruined and once he has caught his breath he gets up to rid himself of them and the rest of his clothes.
Humming in contentment he pours himself a drink and settles back down on the bed.
You quiver under his intense gaze but don't dare to move while his eyes wander from your tear stained face to your heaving breasts and then further down until they stop at the mess he created in between your legs.
His cock twitches.
It will take a while before you are allowed to rest.
we take a shower with yuta or while we are taking a shower, he comes in after this it's not just a shower you know what i mean
I'll be very happy if you do thank you from now
Showers
Yuta x reader nsfw
Keeping it short and sweet :p
When you were about to shower all you could think about is how relaxing it is, feeling the water running down your body and cleaning it. Itâs something you looked forward to doing everytime you got home from a long day out. You absolutely loved the water and couldnât quite decide to shower or bathe but you had plans tonight. You make your way into your room and pick up your towel. It was still warm from you taking it out of the dryer not too long ago. Your couldnât help but putting your face on it to feel the warmth of it.
When making your way to the bathroom you hear the doorbell ring. You sigh wondering who would be visiting you at this time? Walking to the door you open it to see Yuta standing there.
"Hey are you ready for our movie night?" Yuta asks as you let him inside.
You give him a firm nod before you kiss him on the lips. You had invited your boyfriend over for a movie night and told him to come around eight but he decided to show up early. An hour early.
Grabbing your towel from the couch you walk towards the bathroom once again.
"Your going to shower?! Without me?" Yuta frowns.
"You didnât bring a change of clothes so I guess I am, unless you want to wear my clothes though I doubt itâll fit." You smirk at him.
"Iâll just take them off and Iâll throw them in the washer while we shower. Then Iâll just relax with you until there completely dry." He hugs you.
"Okay but is it really just a shower? Everytime we shower together it turns into something else." You rest your hand on your hip.
He ignores your last question and strides towards you pushing you into the restroom with him. Luckily you had spare towels in the bathroom. Yuta would always help you take your clothes off. It was his favorite thing to do other than well you know⌠He made sure to peel every layer off of you as if he was unwrapping a gift. Full of anticipation every time he removed an article of clothes. When he came to his clothes he quickly took them off as you turned the water on to the right temperature. When he took them off he walked out the bathroom and to the laundry room to have clean clothes. He didnât mind walking around naked but then how would he get home?
While the water warmed up he came and kiss you. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing your shoulders and anywhere else you allowed him to.
You were the first one to step in but when he saw the steaming water his face was full of concern.
"Are you sure itâs even safe to shower in boiling point temperatures." He sticks his hand in the water as you are getting yourself wet in it.
"You donât have to come in if you donât want to." You say as you proceed to run your hands through your hair to get it soaked.
He sighs before getting in right behind you. You laugh as he switches spot with you and squeezes his eyes from how hot the water is.
"Temperatures like these should be illegal to shower in." He continues to complain.
"I like it hot and steamy." You shrug as him.
"If thatâs the case then let me show you another way to get hot and steamy." He then proceeded to turn the knobs and change it to a reasonable temperature.
You wack his arm to get him to change it back but he ignores you. Turning his attention back to you he pins you against the wall and kisses you. Shoving his tongue deep inside your mouth as he fonddles with your breast. You groan as you started to feel the hot part he mentioned.
Turning you around he smudges you against the glass making your Brest press firmly on the cold surface. In one quick motioned he slipped inside of you. He squeezes you nipples and pulls on them to get a reaction out of you. You moan as he pulls on them harder.
"Yuta, Im supposed to be getting clean, this is the opposite of that!" You moan as he pulls out and shoved himself back in.
"Donât worry Iâll clean you right after I use you." He said as both of your wet skins began to slap each other repeatedly. His long member slid out of you so easily from how soaked you were. Your knees buckled as he ruined you. You could feel how his arms held you up so you wouldnât fall.
He was gentle with you but at the same time he made sure to bury himself deep inside of you. You try to get a grip on anything but the humidity of the room made it quite impossible. Grabbing both of your arms he pulled you back and put you under the water. You gasp at the sudden displacement letting out a cry.
"Are you trying to drowned me?" You say.
"Iâm just making sure your cleanse, now relax so we can both finish soon." He laughs.
Taking you back out the water he continued to use you. Moving your body up and down his shaft for his pleasure. You knew this wasnât going to be a normal shower the second he asked to join. Still you let him in and now you were paying the price. He somehow had a way of convincing you to do things.
Not that you hated this but it was supposed to be a short shower after all. Knowing your boyfriend you were going to get busy after the movie. There isnât just one round when it came to him.
By the time you were on the edge you were biting your lips and rolling your eyes. Your legs shook as you orgasmed all over him.
"Fuck, why do you have to make the sexiest faces." He said as he slowly dropped you carefully on the ground and began to jerk himself off.
With a few pumps of him member he came all over your face. You moan as you decided to clean his member for him with your mouth. He wiped a bit off of your cheek before kissing your head. He could tell your mind was cloudy right now so he took the advantage to shower. After he was done he turned it back up to your scorching hot temperature and began to clean you up. He loved seeing how he fucked you so dumb that at the end that needed help with the most simplest tasks.
pairing: vampire!eddie munson x slayer!reader x werewolf!steve harrington
summary: during a normal night of your slayer duties, a familiar pair pays you a visit.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: smut (+18), graveyard sex, semi-public sex, threesome, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, praise and degradation, slight choking, eddie is a little mean.
author's note: this was written for the prompt "vampires and werewolves" of my 2023 kinktober entries list. i hope you enjoy it! this au will be expanded in the future.
The fascinating thing about cemeteries at night is not the haunting atmosphere, or the shadows made by the architecture, nor is it the art gracing the stone walls of the tombs and crypts. Itâs the sound of the wind coursing through empty corridors between the gravestones, like a low and ever present symphony, a calming presence throughout the night.
On a slow, autumn night, you find it almost comforting. While you sit on top of one of the many tall tombs, clutching on your fluffy coat sleeves to keep you warm, the air current resonates around you and keeps your senses focused. The heavy crossbow strapped to your back does the rest.
A Slayerâs night life is much more interesting in theory. In reality, it requires a lot of planning, sitting and waiting, and it has been your routine since the tender age of fifteen - it got awfully boring sometimes. The dark of the night and the creatures that dwelled in it did not scare you anymore. Youâre the one they should be scared of.
Not that thereâs anything to scare tonight, except for the occasional roach roaming the ground and startling you whenever you catch a glimpse of them. Are Vampire Slayers allowed to fear insects?
Please, donât tell anyone.
A rustling in the grass catches your attention. Itâs approaching fast and steady, therefore it means one of two things: either a normal human who has nothing better to do on a tuesday night, or something else looking for trouble. You know itâs not a new vampire â the ones you were waiting for this evening â because the newly undead are slow and confused when fresh out of the grave. These heavy steps were already right behind you.
You jump out of the tomb, fast reflexes whipping out your crossbow and promptly aiming at your unknown target. As a warning, for now. You arenât the shoot first, ask questions later kind of girl.
At the sight of you â chin raised, eyes fierce, crossbow at the ready â the target in question smiles. Full on, white teeth and sharp fangs.Â
âMissed me?â
The sight makes your knees weak, and not in a good way.
âWhat are you doing here?â
Eddie Munson looks exactly like he did when he crawled out of whatever hell hole he fell in 1986. Not that you know from experience, you weren't there, but it was obvious. The messy, shaggy hair cut, unruly curls you regrettably dreamed of pulling on again. All the leather, latex and spikes, the a-little-too-tight denim. The devil may care attitude that may have outcasted him one day, now just more of a nuisance than anything.
Despite his carefreeness, you'd seen his scars. He didn't go down without a fight, and whoever sired him wasn't just a regular vampire. It reeked of something far more sinister than what you were used to.
Maybe that's why you'd grown soft on him.
He shrugs. "We were in town. Thought we'd pay a visit to our favorite girl."
You're yet to see the other person Eddie was referring to, but make no mention of it. It's less complicated this way â after numerous encounters with Eddie, you learned that it's better to speak less, lest he uses what you said against you.
When you don't respond, he merely steps closer. His head tilts to the side, curls falling down his shoulder. There's a small lift to the corner of his lips. Asshole. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Happy is an overstatement. Just glad you're here and not wreaking havoc somewhere else."
Eddie chuckled, deep in his throat. You can't deny the effect it has on you. "Are you gonna watch over me? Keep vigil? I could think of better ways to spend our time."
"I could kill you." There is no conviction in your voice, but your eyes remain harsh and your face guarded. âStake to the heart, problem solved.â
There is, however, a lot of conviction in Eddie's. âYou wouldnât.â In defiance, he draws closer and closer to you, the wooden tip of the arrow triggered in your crossbow digging into his chest, but not hard enough to break through. Despite yourself, you lower your weapon little by little, until it lays useless between the two of you.
âYou would miss me too much.â The vampireâs low voice right below your ear, his chest now brushing yours. You hope he canât hear your growing faster by the second, like a hummingbird stuck inside your ribcage, but you know itâs too late for that. His lips touch your earlobe with every word uttered. âBesides, if you kill me, then whoâs gonna make you cum like I do?âÂ
Another voice comes from behind you, startling your already withered nerves. "I don't know. I think I could handle that on my own just fine."Â
There he is.
Steve Harrington isn't usually as much of a thorn on your side as his partner is. You'd met him in high school, almost a decade ago. Rich parents, cute girlfriend, royalty status â he disappeared one cold October night after your graduation and returned with an excessively hairy problem every full moon.
He doesn't look like the stereotypical werewolf. Clean cut, polo shirts and pressed jeans. His luscious hair always coiffed to perfection. Some things never change.
You're not sure how or when they've met, but Eddie had been a problem since before you took the mantle of the Slayer, a local legend and an overall menace. He'd show up, make a mess and you were there to pick up the pieces, every time.
Eddie took advantage of your soft heart, and used it to toy with you. Play with his food, in his own words. You hate it when he says that, but you can't help but agree deep down. You've been his â their â plaything one too many times, and this time looked no different.
You turn around slowly, crossbow forgotten at your feet. "I was wondering when you were gonna show up."
Eddie leans closer to you, chest to your back. He's cold, but you feel the sleek fabric of his leather jacket through your coat. "So, you missed him, but not me?"
"Didn't say that." You roll your eyes, always impatient around him, even as he runs his nose over your pulse point, going against your every rule, every survival instinct. "It's just that, these days, where there's one, there's the other."
Steve is in front of you in a moment, caging you between them. "And we're here just for you." Caramel eyes with a tinge of yellow smile at you, his nose brushing yours.Â
It hasn't been that long since the last time you've seen them. Now, between them again, flashbacks of a late night in your room, the open window welcoming the night air in as they took you, shadows dancing on the walls of your bedroom.
"Aren't you two sweet?" You mock them. Though your breathing has picked up and you know they could hear just how fast your heart is beating, the faixa sweet tone of your voice drips with venom. "What are you really doing here? I don't have all night."
"She doesn't believe us, Steve. What will it take to convince her?" Eddie's deep voice strokes something inside of you. At the same time, his hands travel under your coat, to the slope of your waist, keeping you rooted in place.
"You know what it takes." Steve's hands, warm in contrast with Eddie's cold ones, wander under your breasts, then down to your jeans, settling on pulling you by the belt loops. "Touch her the right way and she'll stop fooling herself."
"Fooling myself?" Your arms are still limp by your sides, but their hands keep moving, igniting your body.
"I know you want this, sweetheart. You know it too, but you keep fighting it like this is the first time all over again." Eddie is practically purring behind you, "Let go. Let us take care of you."
You don't get to answer. Steve's lips are on yours, and your bodies are moving in sync, like a choreographed dance. You know each other's moves, each other's cues, what makes the other tick. Eddie is running his mouth across the expanse of your neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin under your ear, and down between your neck and shoulder.
It makes you pull on Steve's hair harder and in turn, he moans into your mouth, but doesn't stop kissing you. That's until you feel Eddie's sharp teeth dragging on the skin of your neck, not hard enough to break it, but enough to make every nerve stand in attention.
"Eddie," you whisper, strength slipping through your fingers at every touch of the vampire behind you, "no biting, please."
He chuckles, "Someday you're gonna admit you want this."
Steve nuzzles your cheek with his nose, "Eds, let her be."
"She knows it's gonna feel as good for her as it would for me." He turns you around, away from Steve's arms into his, "But that's okay, I can wait."
The kiss he leaves on your lips is an uncharacteristically sweet one. "I still need a taste of you, though."
Lost in his voice, in the smell of cologne and the cigarettes you don't know why he insists in smoking, in the flash of red in his deep brown eyes â predator luring in their prey â you feel yourself being manhandled by four hands, laying you down the elevated tomb you were previously sitting on.
You let go.
You let go like the last time, and the time before that. You've denied yourself too many things before, but this is yours, and as conflicted as you feel, it still feels good.
It feels good when Eddie lays you down, the cold of the stone beneath you giving way to the scorching hot feeling taking over your insides, the tingle on your lower tummy when he removes your jeans along with your underwear.Â
"You're cute when you're all docile like this, y'know?" He's kissing up your thighs, leaving a trail of spit to the crease of your hip, almost where you need him the most. "Cute, little Slayer, on her back for me."
"Fuck you, Munson." You bite back.
"I'm trying to, baby. Will you let me?" Another kiss is laid to your mound, just above your clit. You let out a shaky breath, vaguely aware of Steve standing just beside you.
"Just get over with it." You mumble through your teeth.
Eddie doesn't waste time. His rough hands are cold on your thighs, keeping then spread open, but his tongue is wet and soft, delivering long licks from your entrance to your clit, flattening his tongue on it. He alternates between licking and sucking, slurping on it, like the slick that it's pouring from your pussy feeds him just as well as your blood would.
Bucking your hips into his face, you whine to the skies above you. Looking to your side, you reach out for Steve, who watches you with haze filled eyes. It's a wordless conversation â you reach for his belt, pulling him by it, and he helps you unfasten it.Â
He's hard when you pull him out of his boxers, and the size of it never ceases to impress you. Steve pumps his length in his hand as he watches Eddie eat you out, his partner moaning into your pussy and making you moan in turn. "Take your time, honey."
You do. When his hips are right in front of your face, you start by giving kitten licks to his head, and taking it in your mouth to suck on it. Steve blushes a pretty pink, and there's the yellow flash in his eyes again, glimmering in the night.
It's a push and pull between the three of you. You take Steve in your mouth, inch by inch as Eddie feasts on your pussy, taking a minute to lift your shirt up, but still leaving your coat on. You're practically bare, Eddie's hands wandering over your body, tugging and pulling on your tender flesh, as you gag on Steve's cock.
Deep down, you wonder what someone would think if they wandered in on you like this. Deep down, you can't bring yourself to care.
"Look at what a good girl you can be. You just choose not to." Eddie coos from between your legs, just before sucking your clit between his plush lips, making you cry out. "You want to be a good girl for us. You fucking love it."
"Don't fight it, baby." Steve's voice is wrecked, but the movements of his hips don't falter. You feel him twitch deep within your throat. "Fuck, you're making me feel so good. Your mouth is heaven."
"This pussy is heaven too. Can't believe you want to deny me this." Eddie complains, but still pleases you, two of his fingers curling inside of you as his mouth leaves you for a moment. "I'm going to hell anyway, the least you can do is give me what I want."
If you had your mouth free, you would think of something clever to say â but you couldn't, because his long fingers felt too good against the spot that your toes curl and your eyes blur, and his mouth is back to assaulting your clit with quick flicks of his tongue.
You want to warn that you're close, but you can't, because Steve is pulling your hair and coming in your mouth as you suck him dry, the slurping noises spurring all three of you on. His moans cease as you swallow his spend, and his thumb comes to, almost too tenderly, wipe the rest that spills down your chin.
Your eyes plead to him, and Steve says, "Eds, I think she's close."
"Then cum, sweetheart. You can cum, it's okay. Let me have it."
It feels like you're exploding when he delivers on final, long suck to your sensitive, puffy clit. A silent scream comes from your opened mouth, lips forming a perfect 'o'. Your thighs lay limp on each side of Eddie, and he makes his way up your torso. Steve pulls himself into his pants again, and leans down too. They're each watching you with something strange in their gaze, too soft for the lust that permeates you, the smell of sex strong and vibrant still.
"Can we⌠can we go back to my place, please?" You plead when you regain your voice. "Anyone can see us here."
"Now, what's the fun in that, little Slayer? Scared that they'll see how much of an obedient slut you are for us?"
"You're the obedient slut, Munson."
His hand goes to your neck and squeezes. "We'll see about that."
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Steddie x reader where reader is like leader of cheer squad (so ages match up) they love her in her outfit and definitely use it against her during sex. âCome on baby yell for us.â âGive us a D give us a A âŚ.. DADDY.â âWe wonât be able to hear you with a shout like that.â
Totally keeps the cheer outfit on too. Sorry just a quick thought.
Give me a D! // Steddie x Fem!Reader
A/N: thank you so so much for requesting this!!! I've changed it up a little bit to go with my Steddie series but I hope you enjoy it! sorry it's a little filthy
âAre you actually organising your stuff or are you just reading that old porn magazine again?â you yelled over your shoulder, not even needing to look at Steve to know what he was doing, he had been too quiet for too long. Your boyfriend confirmed your suspicions by slamming the magazine shut and dropping it into a cardboard box that had his name written on the side.
Despite the chaos in the living area caused by the numerous cardboard boxes, not much work had been achieved. Rolling your shoulders to ease the ache that had settled in the muscles from sitting in the same position for so long, you riffled through your belongings, sitting crossed-legged and hunched over. Even with this, you couldn't help but smile when Steve began to crawl over to you, shuffling closer. The affection grew to a toothy grin as Steve knelt tall behind your body, his face nuzzling into the side of your neck as his arms wrapped around your body.
âI still donât know what Iâm supposed to be looking forâ, he grumbled, already bored even though all heâd been able to accomplish so far was opening up one box, finding the porn magazine and flicking through idly until he was semi-hard in his jeans.
You tried not to roll your eyes and sigh as you explained to him, âPick out anything that you donât want anymore, Iâve told you this a hundred times now, Steveâ.
As you continued to explore through your stuff, you were momentarily stopped as a warm hand cupped under your chin, tilting your face back until you were looking up at an upside-down Steve. âSo sassy todayâ, he commented under his breath, closing the gap slowly to kiss your lips as his fingers stroked down your neck in lazy circles. Just as you were beginning to relax fully into the touch, leaning your weight further back into his firm body, did Steve pull away from the kiss, âSo what am I looking for? And If you could explain without the sass that would be greatâ.
You had a coy smile as you explained as calmly as possible, âI want us to donate to the charity event this weekend that's helping to support the Hawkins attack a year and a half agoâ.Â
Steveâs hair shadowed his face as he seemed to think about everything he owned before deciding, âBut I donât have anything I want to donateâ.
âSteve, you have more stuff than Eddie and me combined. Iâm sure thereâs something you can get rid of now please, move away and stop distracting me. This is why Iâve asked you to help me and not Eddie because you know that boy can not do one task without being distracted by something elseâ.
Thankfully for once, he did as you asked with a last lingering kiss to your chin before crawling over to another box, opening the lid and pausing at what he saw. Fabric in the colours green, white and yellow were folded nicely into a pile at the top of the box. He frowned before glancing at the side of the box, not realising heâd opened one of yours and low and behold, the words scribbled on the side were your name and hobbies. It was now Steveâs turn to bite his bottom lip to hold back the gleeful laugh he wanted to burst out with as he gently pinched the thin material of the shirt, lifting it to fully inspect the treasure heâd found.
Turning his body towards yours, he coughed to gain your attention, âI canât believe youâve still got thisâ.
âHmm? Whatâs that?â, you only briefly glanced over your shoulder, not thinking anything much of what he could have found, you didnât have anything exciting hidden away. Or so you thought as your eyes widen and your body instinctively turned towards him. âWhere did you find that?â Reaching over, you tried to snatch it off of him but Steve held it back and out of your reach.
âHey! Finders keepers and all thatâ, he paused, looking at the material with a questioning, thoughtful gaze before a shit-eating grin bloomed across his handsome face. âSo, you kept it.â
The apples of your cheeks warmed as you contemplated what to say to stop Steve from looking at you like heâd just won the jackpot. Your mind, however, was blank of any thought so eventually you gave up and released a deep sigh, shoulders dropping as you explained, âYes I kept my cheerleading uniform, my life revolved around it for years and I wanted to keep it as a for the memoriesâ.
Steve glanced down at the top he held in his hands and then into the box where your skirt was still neatly folded, âAh, the matching skirtâ, he teased.Â
âShut upâ, you mumbled, embarrassed and tried to snatch the shirt out of his hands but he swiftly stood and held it above his head, knowing you wouldnât be able to reach it. You still tried though as you stood up on your tip toes to get back your uniform. Steve smirked at your pathetic attempts to reach for the top. âPlease could you stop looking at me like that please, Iâm embarrassed enough as it isâ.
âWhy would you be embarrassed? You were great at cheerleading from what I remember, werenât you the head cheerleader for a while as well?â
Now not only were your cheeks warm but your entire body as he revealed that he remembered you from high school. âYes I was until I was dropped and hit my head, why do you think I hate heights so much?â
Thankfully Steve didnât tease you on this and even offered you a sad smile but as he inspected the uniform again, the taunting smile returned as one of his sleek eyebrows raised, âIâll only give you this back if you go and try it on for meâ.
You hoped your expression showed how much his idea was absolutely not happening. âSteve, Iâm not putting that onâ.
Steve took a step forward, hope twinkling in his warm-honey eyes as he pleaded, âPlease, just onceâ.
With one last trick up his sleeve, he smiled down at you, giving you the look that always has your heartbeat quickening and butterflies tumbling in your stomach. You gave a reluctant sigh and he knew you had finally given in to his request. As you looked at the skirt in the box, you doubted, âI donât think itâll even fit anymoreâ.
Steve holds the top but the shoulders and presses it against your front, âLooks like itâll fit just fine to me but even if itâs not for me, please just try it on for Eddie, and if they donât fit into them then weâll put them away and never mention anything about it again.â
âI donât think Eddie would enjoy me wearing thisâ, you mused, picking up the uniform and taking the top off of Steve.
Your boyfriend frowned at your statement, âWhy not? I think heâd love itâ.
âBecause itâs a reminder of all the assholes who used to bully him at schoolâ.
Steve leans close to you, his breath fanning across your lips, âPlease Baby, weâll both love it, I promiseâ.
âIf I have to wear it, does that mean youâll get to wear whatever Iâd like to wear another time?â
Steve didnât even need a second to contemplate before agreeing to your terms, âDealâ.
Deciding it was easier to get changed out of Steveâs grabby hands, you raced to the bathroom and began to try on your old uniform. Even though you were able to get the top and skirt on, it was still tighter than it used to be due to not having to be exercising as rigorously as you used to and the tightness meant that it was a little bit shorter. Revealing the bare skin of your waist and nearly all of your thighs. As well s this, because you didn't have the special undergarments like you used to that matched the same shade of green as the uniform, if you so much as bent over the slightest bit, your lacy blue underwear would be revealed.
You looked more like youâd bought a cheerleading outfit from a cheap dress-up store than this being the official high-school uniform you used to cherish on a daily basis. Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time, you looked yourself over one more time in the bathroom mirror and stepped out of the bathroom.
âHere she is, head cheerleader for Hawkins High School, ready to woo the boysâ, Steve hollers at you before his voice trailed off as he fully took in your appearance from where he sat on the couch. One word to describe how he was exploring your body with his eyes was: hungry. It even made you a little self-conscious as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other and awkwardly crossed your arms to cover your chest. âThe socks makes the outfit even more special Babeâ.
Looking down at your body, you shuffled your feet that still had the pink fluffy socks that youâd had on all day. The tension eased slightly from your shoulders just as Steve begins to stand.
âEddieâs going to lose his fucking mind when he sees youâ, Steve mutters to himself, moving ever so slowly closer and then around you, taking in every inch of the outfit until he stops in front of you again.
Looking up at him through your lashes, you ask, âHappy now?â
Steveâs full lips part like he was going to answer but he snaps them shut and slowly smirks instead, lifting his hands to stroke his fingers across your exposed midriff, his eyes never left yours though. âIâm very happy right now, Princessâ. The low, husky tone he speaks in as your thighs clench together as arousal pools in your core. Steve noticed the movement of your legs, his eyes darkening beneath the strand of hair that had fallen across his forehead.
Neither of you say anything, not when his fingers seemed to be doing all of the talking as he inched them over your top until resting against your nipple that was physically peaked beneath the thin material. Youâd not bothered to put on a bra today seeing as you werenât planning on leaving the trailer today and with the uniform being tight, it only accentuated the outline of your breasts and most importantly your hard nipples.
Steve looked like he was a second away from snapping and you wanted nothing more than for him to do such a thing, especially as he presses his thumb down on the peak, causing you to release the breath you hadnât realised youâd been holding.
The heavy screech of Eddieâs van tyres snapped you both away from the heated moment. You quickly turned on the spot, stepping back towards the bathroom with the intent of changing back into the clothes you were just wearing. Steve on the other hand had other ideas as he caught your wrist and tugged you back to his chest, your other wrist was then easily manouvered to join the other so now both of your wrists were pinned behind your back as you faced the front door to the trailer.
âSteve, please I need to go and get changedâ, you chastised over your shoulder as you heard Eddieâs happy whistling as he clambered out of his van.
âWhy? I told you heâs going to love itâ.
âHe wonât, I know he wonât, you donât understand how badly they all treated himâ.
âYouâre being dramatic Babe, just wait and seeâ, he continues to be at ease over the situation and his eyes were almost gleaming when Eddie finally stepped through the door, the whistle tune stopping as he stared at you and Steve.
âWhatâs going on?â he asks, his eyes exploring your outfit just as hungrily as Steve's.
Before Steve could answer, you quickly blurted out, âSteve found my old uniform and made me try it on and I was trying to go and change it but he wouldnât let meâ.
Eddie steps closer, only stopping when he was close enough that you could smell the recent cigarette on his work clothes and breath, something you used to detest but now reminded you so much of him. His chocolate brown eyes devoured your body, moving slowly and not revealing whether he was happy or pissed off.
Gently, he pressed two of his fingers against the tip of your chin, tilting it up so that you were both face to face. âWhy would you think I wouldnât want to see you wearing this?â he asked with an eerie calm that had your nerves still on edge.
âI... I didnât think youâd want to be reminded of high school or the people I used to cheer withâ, you explained in a soft voice, trying to sound sympathetic.
Eddieâs eyes widen for a split second and then his gaze hardened, his fingers remaining against your chin to keep your face in place, âI donât care about them, I only care about you. Even if you were playing basketball with that prick Jason, Iâd still want to know everything about it, Angelâ.
This right here was one of the reasons you had fallen so quickly in love with Eddie Munson. He was so selfless and caring with also the edge of being dominant and demanding with his stance, it always made you feel like you wanted to melt into the floor with how gooey your insides felt.
âEddieâ, you whispered lovingly, about to tell him just how much you cared for him but he cut off any words as he continued to talk, his voice low and rugged.
âI always watched you during practice, you know, from a distanceâ. This admission had you slightly taken aback, you knew of Steve and Eddie, everyone knew of them at school. Steve Harrington the heartthrob and Eddie the freak Munson, but you never dared to speak to either, just admiring from the back of classrooms or lingering glances at the end of the corridors for two opposing men you thought didnât even know your name until youâd met them at work. Eddie noticed your shocked expression as he continued to explain, âJust because we didnât talk at school, doesnât mean I didnât notice you, Sweetheart, always up in the air with this little skirt, but of course, Iâd never lookâ, he teased, pulling a smile from the corner of your lips.
âYou might not have, but I certainly didâ, Steve whispered into your ear from behind you, where he was still holding your arms behind your back. You tried to turn and look at him, also shocked that he had been watching you whilst at school as well but Eddie firmly held your jaw so you were forced to continue to look into his pretty eyes.
âSuch a pervâ, Eddie taunts as he flicked his gaze towards Steve and finally releases your face so that he could reach for his boyfriend, hand cupping the back of his head and pulling him forward for a searing kiss. Steve groaned deep in his chest which vibrated against your back as he tried to also move closer to Eddie which forced your front against the other man's chest.
A high-pitched noise bubbled from the back of your throat as you were thoroughly squished between the two of them. Eddie pulled back first, releasing his grip on Steve to rest it against your hip as he took a tiny step back to look down at you once more, his lower lip sticking out condescendingly. âAw, is our sweet little cheerleader feeling lonely?â
Shivering under his intense gaze, you tried to pull your arms out of Steveâs hold but to no avail as he continued to hold tightly, his thumb occasionally stroking against the soft skin of your inner wrist, giving you some comfort.
Eddieâs eyes roamed over your outfit, his fingers beginning to explore your body just as Steveâs had, His fingertips were rough and hard as he began at your hairline, stroking back a strand of hair that had blurred your vision. Slowly and with intent, he moved over your cheekbone, down your jaw and throat, caressing your collarbones as he finally grazed the tops of your breast, pressing down firmly over your still-perked nipples, causing more noises to come from you. The colours of his eyes seemed to darken further at your noise but he continued on his journey, teasing over the exposed skin at your waistline, down your hip and only pausing when he reached the bottom of your shortened skirt.
You were breathing hot, heavy breaths with the anticipation of his fingers delving beneath your skirt and against your ticklish inner thighs, reaching the edge of your panties, pushing them aside so that he could stroke a single finger between your folds.
âSo wet for us already, our horny little cheerleader, arenât you?â he mused, spreading your juices up to your clit. Your hips bucked against his movements, wanting to feel more of him, mewling pathetically as you raised onto your tip toes with the hope that he would see how much you wanted him.
Thankfully he was happy to oblige to your whimpers as he circled your clit, not applying much pressure but just feeling the roughness of his guitar-playing fingers was enough to satisfy. Your head lulls back against Steveâs chest, eyes closed as you allowed Eddie to play between your legs.
Eddie watched you intensely, his cock almost painful inside of his black jeans at watching how hot you looked succumbing to his touches. âAlways wanted to do thisâ, he mused, âHow scandalous would it be, the head cheerleader with the school freakâ.
That word split through your pleasured bubble as your eyebrows furrowed, looking up at Eddie as you remarked, âNot a freak, Eddieâ.
âAh, but I am a freak when it comes to youâ, his eyes twinkled in the late afternoon light, a smile forming on his face and deepening his dimples as he raised his other hand to grip your cheeks, squishing your lips together and forcing them to open. âWiderâ, he demanded with a tilt of his head. You opened your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out, knowing exactly what he was going to do, it was degrading and dirty but when Eddie started to tip into this dominant head space, there was nothing you wouldnât do for him.
Eddie spat into your mouth, the saliva landing on your tongue where you immediately swallowed it, tasting him and cigarettes. You never used to like doing this but seeing the look on Eddieâs face, the blush that crawled up his neck as his arousal peaked and the praises you knew were sure to come, it only turned you on more to have such a degrading act done.
âSo fucking good to me, arenât you? Swallowing my spit like a pretty angel, such a good girl, our good girlâ, every word went straight to your core, causing your pussy to throb and clench and hips to move faster, wanting him, needing him. Eddie observes you for a second, looking as if he was going to combust right then and there before he retracted his fingers from your clit and down to your hole and brought his attention to Steve. âWant to feel how wet she is?â
Steve didnât say a single word as he continued to hold your wrists behind your back with one hand and whilst looking down your shoulder, he slipped his other hand under your skirt and down the front of your panties. The two of them moved at the same time, Steve circling your clit and Eddie pushing a single digit into your pussy, moving in and out in time with Steveâs circles.
âYou are soaked Princess, is that just for us?â Steve asked in a low tone whilst rutting his hips into your palms so you could feel his erection in his jeans.
âAlways for you two â, you sound breathless as you continue to look up at Eddie and lean your upper body against Steve for support as your thighs were shaking with all the stimulation between your legs.
Steve chuckles in your ear, biting the lobe for a second before mocking, âOur slutty little cheerleaderâ. You mewl at the name, usually, your praise kink needed to be stroked just as much as your pussy but today, standing between them, the spitting and the names were welcomed to create a scenario of breaking the rules with the outfit you were wearing.Â
Eddie noticed just how much you enjoyed this as well as your hole clenched around his middle finger. The curly-haired man chuckled down at you whilst licking his bottom lip, âOh, you like it when he calls you that? What are you thinking about right now, Sweetheart?â
Your mind is buzzing, skin prickling with heat as the boxes and plan to organise had been long forgotten about. âIâm imagining us, in the janitor's store room, weâre hiding from everyone but, I could see you both as Iâm performing and Iâm so desperate for you both, so wet, so needy, I want you to touch me - ah, right there! Please donât stop-â.
Your rambling becomes incoherent as Eddie added a second finger, curling them against your pleasurable nerves inside your pussy as Steve pressed harder against your clit, increasing in speed. Everything felt so good, you wish you could tell them how good your body felt, how much you needed them, wanted them but your tongue felt too heavy.
âSo naughtyâ, Steve mumbled into the shell of your ear. You can smell his hair as it stroked your cheek, the lemon shampoo and the copious amounts of the hairspray that heâd used.
Eddieâs masterful fingers curled and pumped inside of you, the hand on your face squeezing once more forcing your mouth to open again so that your moans split out without any restraint as you felt the beautiful spark between your legs. âYou gonna cum for us, pretty slut? I can feel you tightening around my fingersâ.
âYe-Yes, please can I cum? I canât- I canât hold it, I needâŚâ, your words were blurring together and Eddie chuckled at how desperate you looked. However, his condescending laugh was the complete opposite of his sweet touch as he kissed your temple once, âYou can cum for us, been so good for us so far, havenât you, thatâs it, around my fingers, cum for usâ.
The two of them encouraged you through your orgasm, your insides burning with pleasure, knees trembling and struggling to keep you upright as your boyfriends coaxed your orgasm as far as it could go before you slumped fully against Steve.
Your eyes had clenched close in the process so you didnât see Eddie sucking on his soaked fingers but you certainly heard his dirty moans before he again tilted your face so that he could kiss the tip of your nose in a second of comfort before his hard exterior returned.
âDo you wanna show me how much you missed me today?â Eddie asked whilst releasing your face.
Opening your eyes, you knew you probably looked a mess, eyes glazed, unsteady on your feet but his words were like more praises as your mouth began to water of its own accord as you moaned, âYes, pleaseâ.
Eddieâs eyes latch onto Steve as the man behind you released his hold on your wrists and immediately you were dropping to your knees, the carpet comforting against your skin. Eddie stepped closer, his crotch now at eye level as your fingers fumbled to undo his chained belt, the metal clanging as you raced to try and get to the area you wanted most. You could feel his cock, throbbing in the confines of his jeans and boxers as his belt opened, the button was undone and the zipper was down. You push his clothes down over his hips until his cock was bobbing in front of you.
He was rock hard, the tip a darker shade of pink compared to the shaft and already leaking beads of precum. Without wasting a second to tease him like you usually did, your lips wrapped around his cock, tasting the salty goodness and lapping it up with a few licks before taking more of his length to the back of your throat and sucking. Eddie sucked in a quick breath, his thighs clenching under where your hands rested against them as he quickly grabbed the back of your head.
Youâre still crowded around them both, kneeling between them and shaking slightly from your orgasm but the adrenaline of it all had your throat relaxing, desperate to please him just as much as heâd pleased you, taking more and more of his length until his curly hair at the base of his cock was nearly brushing against your nose.
Eddie was cursing and shaking nearly as much as you as his hands disappear from the back of your head. Glancing back up at him as you bob your head up and down on his cock, you could see Steve and Eddie making out.
Their lips and tongues clashed together, both their hands trying to undress one another, needing to feel each otherâs naked bodies. Eddie was swifter and more skilled with removing clothes as he had Steveâs jeans pushed down his hips and his hand wrapped around his cock and pumping with long strokes. Steve gasps, his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against Eddieâs mouth hanging open as he thrust into Eddieâs palm before his fingers delved into the soft curls and pulled him into another burning kiss.
The position you were in was hot, sweat dripping down your temple and spine beneath your uniform, especially as the two men removed the remaining of their clothes from above you continued to become more heated with their kisses and touches. Neither deem to dominate the other which always seemed to be the case when the three of you were intimate, they were both in charge but had different ways in which they displayed this.
Eddieâs fist increased his speed as he pulled back and looked down at you on your knees still. âYou look so pretty on your knees for meâ, you smiled around his cock and sucked him harder, causing his hips to jut forward. âShit! Do that again, you can take more of me I know you canâ.
You loved seeing the competition in his eyes as you raised slightly up, taking a deep breath through your nose and sucked him harder and tried to swallow his entire length, gagging but keeping him there wanting to pleasure him, even as your eyes filled with tears. Eddie always liked to push your limits but you try and relax to not overwhelm yourself as his bush again tickled your nose.
âAngel, Iâm going to cum already if you do that againâ, Eddie admits as he watches Steve hold back your hair that was damp with sweat. Hearing those words from Eddie, only drove you to make him cum, wanting to taste his seed so you moved faster, sucking his heavy cock with more power and need.
Eddie on the other hand did not appreciate this as he released Steveâs cock to grab his hand instead, pulling your hair back harshly so that you were moved off of his cock and you couldnât help but grin up at him, a string of salviia conneting your lips and his cock. Eddie was flushed and breathing heavily as he stared down at you. âDidnât say I wanted to cum did I?â, he retorted at you.
However, it was Steve who spoke next, breathing just as heavily as Eddie. âYou know, I used to remember her being one of the loudest during cheer, why donât we try it out?â
Frowning at his idea, embarrassed by the thought of having to shout whatever it is that they had in mind, you tried and pull against their hold on their head to return sucking of Eddie but they held onto you firmly. âI guess youâre right, canât cheer with my cock in your mouth. Why donât we try something else, stand up for us, Sweetheartâ.
Eddie and Steve release your hair and firmly grip under your arms, helping you to stand and steady yourself with how wobbly your legs now felt after being on your knees for so long. âCome here, Honeyâ, Steve instructs, his strong hands still supporting you as he now smiled down at you.Â
Then youâre completely hypnotised by Steve as he presses his lips to yours, slowly and deeply kissing and tasting you, moaning as hints of Eddie coated Steveâs tongue as he pushes it into your mouth. With his distraction, you were hardly aware of his wandering hands as they reached under your skirt and pushed the flimsy material of your panties down until they rested at your thighs.
It was only when his hand spanked your arse did you pull away from his mouth to gasp loudly at the sting that settled across the soft skin of your cheek. Steve spanked again, the noise sharp in your ears as he then massaged the area before turning you around so that you were facing Eddie, âI need to feel you, Princessâ.
Steve rested a heavy hand against your shoulder, pushing your upper body against Eddiâes so your face rested against his warm chest and your skirt was lifted to expose your ass to him. Steve curses taking in the sight of you slightly bent over, all pretty and cock drunk and waiting for him to fuck you. With his cock still wet from your lips, he reached down, sliding his hips closer to yours and slowly eased his cock into your soaked pussy.
âAh- Steve!â, your moans were like sweet music to his ear as he slowly begins to rock his hips, his hands massaging your hips before one clenched into your hair, yanking your head back so pain flashes through your scalp. You love it however as you clench tighter around him, even at the odd angle that your neck is not bent, exposing the front of it to Eddie as you held on tightly to his shoulders so that you didnât topple over.
âThatâs better!â, Eddie encourages as he strokes the back of his finger against your cheek, wiping some salvia that had dribbled there. âNow, where were we? Oh yes! Come on Angel, yell for usâ.
Your silence was enough that Steve stopped fucking you, his lips hovering over your ear as you whimpered at him to keep going. âYou want me to carry on, then youâre going to listen to Eddie, understood?â
âYes, I understandâ, you whined whilst trying to rock yourself back on Steveâs cock.
âGoodâ, Steve began moving in and out of you once more, his hips snapping against yours as he spoke. âGive me a D, give me an A, give me a D D Y!â
Your body trembled with embarrassment but you did just as instructed, âD A D D Yâ, you mumbled in a half-assed volume.
Eddie shook his head, âWe wonât be able to hear you with a shout like thatâ, he chastised. âAgain! And louder this time so that everyone in the trailer park can hearâ.
With each snap of Steveâs hips, you shouted a letter until you were hollering the word DADDY loud enough that the neighbours were sure to hear. Eddie was loving it with how hard his cock was throbbing in front of you, especially looking over your shoulder and seeing how flushed Steve was as he continued to fuck you as you shouted the nickname that you liked to call him during intimate moments like this.
âSee, that wasnât so hard, was it? Now what about me?â Eddie mocked before he lifted your cheerleading top, exposing your breasts of which he promptly dropped his height to suck on each of your nipples in turn. Your nails dug into his shoulders as his teeth nipped harshly on the peak, then licked the pain away.Â
You let out a quivering moan as you work up the courage to shout, S I R, with Steveâs thrusts. Eddie laughs around your breast at your pathetic attempts but knew you were teetering on the edge of going too far with his degradation so he sweetly kissed the side of your stomach. âDoing so well for us Angel, taking Steveâs cock like that, doing everything we tell you to. Jesus H. Christ, how did we get so lucky?â
You mewl at the praises, starting to feel overwhelmed at the harsh touches of your hair still being pulled on, your breasts being groped and played with by Eddie and the cock that was desperately fucking your cunt, causing loud squelches from how wet you were. But then there were his words, the little kisses from both of your boyfriends and despite all of the degrading and teasing, you still held so much affection and love for them both. You wanted to tell them just how much you adored them however the words that tumbled from your lips were an incoherent mess.
âIâŚI - Lov- Want you- Need you-â, there were almost tears forming in your eyes with how frustrated you were getting with yourself for not being able to tell them how much you loved them. Steve and Eddie didnât need to hear though as they simultaneously kisses the closest body part, Steve your shoulder and Eddie your sternum.
âI know Honey, itâs a lot, isnât it? Youâre doing amazing Baby, wanna cum on my cock?â
âYesâŚpleaseâ, you sob, clinging to Eddie as he began to move lower, your hands now holding onto his hair.
âAlways so politeâ, Eddie chuckles as he watches Steve slow his thrusts but only so he could fuck you deeply and each stroke caressed every single nerve in your pussy. This was then when the long-haired man spread your legs further apart which was limited by the panties still around your thighs but it gave him just enough room to dip his head down and lick your clit.
You werenât able to ask for permission to cum as you saw stars, breath catching in your throat as your whole body shivered and throbbed with your orgasm. Once again they both had to hold you up as your cunt spasmed around Steveâs cock and he tipped his head back trying not to cum but it was no use. âShit, sh-it, youâre so tight Baby, Iâm cumming, thatâs it, take it all!â. You could feel his cum spurting into your cunt, coating your walls and dripping out of the edge and down your thighs.
You all but slumped forward completely onto Eddie as he finally stood back up. Steve on the other hand had pulled out of you and was removing your panties completely from your body, using two fingers to push his cum back into your still fluttering hole. Eddie admired your dazed face for a second before stroking your hair away from your ear, âShall we show Steve just how flexible you are?â
Giving him a simple nod, Eddie walks you over to the couch, lying you down on your back, your breasts still exposed and your skirt now bunched around your waist. Eddie gives you a proud smile, leaning down to kiss you softly and sweetly, a touch that had you craving more and groaning as he moved away. His rings were cool against your thighs as he began to push your legs back until your knees were by your shoulders.
In this position and basically being folded in half, you could see how soaked your pussy and the tops of your thighs were with your juices and feel Steveâs cum oozing out and down over your asshole. âCanât let that go to waste now can we?â Eddie mumbles, dipping down and licking up the cum and swallowing it all. You and Steve groaned desperately at the sight before youâre being distracted as Eddie knelt properly over you and began to slide his cock into your cunt.
Eddie holds you down and fucks you fast and hard, the cushions of the couch springing your body up and down which only helped with his momentum. At one point Steve stood behind you and began to hold down your legs so that Eddie could stroke your clit in rough swipes.
Your orgasm hit you like a train, and as you were being held down, you couldn't wither and move to release the tension that was pulsing through you. It was so thoroughly intense that you couldnât even form words anymore but Eddie kept going, fucking you through your orgasm that it formed into another. However, this time, as he fucked you hard and deep, his tip brushing against your cervix and g-spot with each thrust, it was too overwhelming for you and everywhere between your legs felt too sensitive.
As the next orgasm clenches through you, your moans stutter as you struggle to catch your breath and when your face clenches tightly and the noises coming from your mouth change, was when Eddie notice that you might have been too overwhelmed.
Eddie grabs your chin, forcing you to look towards him but your eyes are closed so he leans down to kiss your nose. âWhatâs your colour, Sweetheart?â
âYe-yel-yello-â, you canât even form the word properly but he understands enough. Steve releases your legs, easing them on either side of Eddiâes body as he crowds down around you, like an overheated cocoon, the small space helping to ground you. The two of you catch your breaths as Steve strokes your hair away from your face where it nuzzled into Eddieâs neck.
âWant me to pull out?â Eddie asks, kissing your cheek gently and pushing up on his hands so that he could look at your face again where it's a lot more relaxed than it had been.
âNo, No I just need a secondâ, you explained, feeling too sensitive that you didnât want him to move anything down there, knowing the sensation would pass in a moment, just needed to calm down enough that you wanted to continue. If youâd shouted red, he knew to pull out and find out what was hurting or scaring you but when you said yellow, it was mostly because you just needed a moment before it became too overwhelming.
Eddie and Steve continue to hold you for a couple of minutes and after taking a deep breath, you dared to open flutter open your eyes and look at both men. âIâm ok, it just felt like a lot but Iâm green, I promiseâ.
Steve gives you an upside down kiss from where he stood over you both and then Eddie drops down kisses down your neck, moving his hips slowly, being careful like you were fragile and close to breaking but you appreciated the careful movements. However as your arousal quickly builds again, youâre wanting it harder and faster.
Reaching behind you for Steveâs hand, you placed it around your neck, wanting him to choke you which he did with a deep chuckle as your legs wrapped tightly around Eddieâs hips, encouraging him as well. Eddie didnât need to be told twice and he was soon fucking you vigorously as Steve applied the slightest bit of pressure, not enough that you were struggling to breathe but enough to have you feeling light and dizzy.
âLook so pretty like this beneath me, taking my cock so well, Iâm gonna cum now Angel, you gonna take it all like a good girl?â
âYes Sirâ, you gasp as he shifted his hips and began to fuck directly into your g-spot. Instantly your legs dropped open as you were once more overwhelmed with pleasure and cumming with Eddie who grunted just as loudly as you moaned through each of your orgasms.
As soon as he stopped spilling his seed, he pulled out and moved away but was swiftly replaced by Steve who sat back on the couch and pulled your trembling body into his arms. Youâre still moaning, clenching and shivering as he holds you close, lips against your temple as he whispered sweet praises to you, âDid so well for both of us, so proud of you babe, weâre gonna look after you ok? Just take a few deep breaths for me, I need you to slow you breathing down, thatâs it, well doneâ.Â
You hadnât even realised just how panicked your body was reacting to being overstimulated and thoroughly fucked, drifting into a submissive space of needing the comfort of their warm bodies. Each word that Steve spoke, you mentally clung onto, slowing your breathing down which in turn settled your disorientated mind.
You were still shaking as if you were cold, even though you were still half-dressed in the cheerleader uniform as you nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his smell. This was when another pair of hands rested against your thighs, easing them open slightly. âCareful Sweetheart, just going to clean youâ. Even though Eddie was soft and tender with his touches, you still couldnât help from flinching at the contact of the warm cloth stroking over your puffy, used pussy. âAll done, now I need you to drink this for usâ.
You turn your head towards the voice and then a glass is pressed against your lips, opening your mouth, Eddie helps you to drink the glass of water before you once more nuzzle into Steve. âAre you in pain?â the man holding you asks. Youâre still feeling floaty so you try and shake your head, not wanting them to worry, only wanting to make them happy.
âI need to hear your words, Baby, you know thatâ, Steve continues, sitting up slightly so that you're forced to move away from his neck.
âN-Noâ, you whisper, giving the automatic answer but then you really thought about it, especially as the adrenaline began to wear off.
Eddie and Steve noted the stutter and shared a worried look. âYou sure about that?â Eddie asked, his fingers interlocking with yours, another move to help ground you to the moment rather than getting lost between whether you were still in a dom/sub scene or the reality that it was over.
âN-no, Iâm not sureâ, you admit after a couple of minutes.
âTalk to us, what are you not sure about? Where does it hurt?â Steve encouraged.
âI have a tummy acheâ, finally you admit, feeling a dull throb in your stomach, almost like a light period cramp.
âSorry Sweetheart, did I go too hard?â Eddie asks guilty, his doe eyes wide with worry.
âNo, you didnât go too hard, I mean, I liked itâ, you say, finally opening your eyes and smiling sweetly at him. Perking your lips Eddie got the hint and leaned forward for a gentle kiss before he stood and walked into the open kitchen area. A couple more minutes passed as the moisture that had formed on your skin began to cool, you shivered as a calm gust of air brushed over your body. Eddie returned then, with a hot water bottle which he pressed against your stomach, some pain relief that you took, a blanket and a bag of chips that Steve helped you to eat after taking a greedy handful for yourself.
âWas everything else ok?â Steve asked with a mouth full of snacks.
âYeah, everything else was greatâ, you answer honestly and tiredly against his shoulder, still feeling limp in your body.
âWhat about needing a break? What happened there?â Eddie asked as he sat next to Steve, behind your back, crowding in close to you both once more.
âJust felt like a little too much, I knew I just needed a break, I wouldnât have asked you to do anything differentlyâ.
âWhat about you? Everything ok with you?â Steve asks Eddie as he feeds him a couple of chips.
âYeah, everything was perfect with me, you?â Eddie asks, smiling genuinely at his boyfriend.
âYeah, everything is perfect with me tooâ. The boys lean in and kiss each other slowly before Steve leans back with an idea, âShall we go out for some food? Iâve heard thereâs a new Italian a couple of blocks away from Nancyâs.â
You frown and open your eyes to look up to Steve who was now looking down at you with a shit-eating grin then you realise he was joking. âFunny Stevie, I donât think Iâm going to be on my feet any time soon but food does sound good and more than just chipsâ.
âHow about I order in? Pretty sure Iâve got a couple of coupons in my carâ, Steve manhandled and shuffled your body until you were in Eddieâs arms who was now dressed in so grey joggers and Steve rushed to the bedroom to find his own, then out of the front door to go to his car.
Snuggling in close to Eddie, feeling the heaviness of sleep starting to take over your body. That is until he whispers against your hair, âI bet you ten bucks youâre asleep before he comes backâ.
Your eyes snap open as you look up at him, fighting sleep as you confidently responded, âYouâre on Munsonâ.
Pairing:Â tasm!peter parker x f!reader (writing challenge is tasm but you can interpret this as any peter parker if you so please)
Summary:Â and I canât be without you, why canât I find no one like you? (lyrics by doja cat, streets)
Part of @liz-allyn's 900th celebration! (congratulations btw <3) the prompt I chose to work with is "Not My Peter";
post no way home, tasm peter comes back to his home dimension with a new lease on life. problem is, another, identical peter parker is happy to take it for himself. that includes you.
Warnings:Â established relationship, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, dubious consent (dubcon), consensual non consensual (cnc), unprotected sex, morally gray, moral themes, 18+, NSFW
Word Count:Â 4.6k
A/N (PLS READ): this is a dark fic, please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these themes being explored or believe it will trigger you :( I am not responsible for the media/fics you consume, so only open at your own risk! ty~
more here: the aftermath | the bet
You anxiously checked your phone for any texts from Peter, awaiting his return by the time you got back from work today. Sometimes you wondered if it was worth having Spider-Man as a husband, but twice as much when he was doing multi-dimensional travel semi-regularly. You know that he wouldnât be able to reach you if he was still on a different earth or universe or-Â
Whatever he calls it. You find it difficult to keep up.Â
So the only signal you would get that he was okay is when he texts you that heâs back safe. You walk into your shared apartment with groceries, carefully taking out the chocolate milk to put in the fridge for him. You hear chimes behind you and feel a cold breeze as you bend over with the fridge door open, but know it wasnât coming from your area.
You immediately turn around and see the white eyes of his suit staring back at you from the distance in the shimmery portal of a vague, typical New York rooftop.
When you see one, your eyes scan from left to right, and notice thereâs two of them.Â
He also has explained the fact that there were Spider-Men, people (or anything) in countless universes to you before but you could never quite wrap your head around it. But, you remembered enough from those honest conversations to recognize that this was one of those cases.Â
They seem deep in conversation, but you couldnât tell who was who as the suits and physical builds were identical. Both had the masks fully on and they shook hands, perched on the edge of the roof. But, one continues to glance at you during. You waved for whichever one was yours and got your answer as the second pair of bug eyes turned back around to run towards you, waving a peace sign to the other Spider figure.Â
As soon as Peter jumps back into your world, you wrap your hands around him, opening your eyes and catching the lifeless stare of the other Spider-Man before the portal closes.Â
âI donât think Iâll ever get used to that,â Peter says, slightly muffled underneath his mask. You grin while nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck before responding.Â
âGood, I canât afford to compete with the multiverse,â You feel his hand caressing your head, gently gesturing for you to look at him as he removes his mask. You instantly feel relief seeing him back with you, safe and not finding random injuries on him.Â
Your hands immediately reach for his face, running over every line and crease of his smile from his cheeks to his eyes.Â
âYouâre always gonna be my number one priority. Remember?â Peter reminds you as he places his much larger hand over yours on his face, fingers pressed onto your ring.Â
It had been a little over a year since the actual wedding, and you donât think youâd get over the fact that you married the love of your life.Â
âI love you,â You mutter, leaning into his personal space even more to kiss him. He accepts your advancement and kisses you back. His lips are chapped against your soft ones, but you love it all the same as the pressure he placed against them was so light. You almost lose your breath trying to reciprocate the softness he was providing you, dizzied when he echoes your words.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
Before you could even think, you laid beside Peter in bed, your hair disheveled while Peterâs just got even more messier than usual. The ache between your legs began to disappear as you hiked one knee across his legs and had your head resting on his chest.Â
He holds you close while his breathing steadies and your focus on his heartbeat.Â
âHow was this one?âÂ
Your fingertips trace his pectorals while his arms squeeze your body in his grasp.Â
He hesitates before starting.Â
âYou know how Iâve met versions of myself before?â You nod, planting your hand on his chest before lifting your head slightly to look up in his direction.Â
âThis guy was my twin.â Peterâs voice croaks hardly above a whisper. You only move to readjust yourself with your chin above your hands on his chest, laying down on your stomach to focus on whatever heâs about to say.Â
âTwin,â You repeat. Â
âBabe, it was like looking into a mirror,â He adds. Thereâs no punchline but his lips tug up at what he just said before chuckling humorlessly.Â
âBut weâre so different. He said that he feels stuck, that heâs not pulling his punches anymore. So I was trying to cheer him up, but heâs in a tough spot right now.â Peter shakes his head as he recalls it, and you furrow your eyebrows listening to him.Â
âYou look hung up about it,â You observe, concerned for Peterâs internal monologue. You know how he gets when he overthinks, and you know if he thinks he can help it, heâd be able to help everyone or fix everything.Â
âWhat if I can help him?â He admits, confirming your suspicions. You shake your head, before lifting yourself from his body, taking a loose sheet to cover your chest as you move up to face him.Â
âMaybe he doesnât need your help?â You try to reason with him, not wanting to put himself at multiverse risk unless he absolutely needs to. Itâs clearly important to him in more ways than you can ever understand because of how supposedly identical they were. You took Peterâs word for it but still, part of you couldnât buy that this was his destiny to go help fix whatever part of his life that heâs in.Â
âYou donât know that,â Peter sighs, frustrated as heâs still wracking his head around the last encounter.Â
You can only imagine what they talked about.Â
âYou donât either,â You point out. Peterâs big brown eyes meet yours. Gentle, still tired from the mission but also from the welcome back sex, pleading you to indulge him into his matyrdom.Â
Peter clicks his tongue, more at himself than at you and you raise your eyebrow.
âRight.â He clarifies that itâs his thoughts that heâs criticizing.Â
The next 48 hours were calm but you could tell Peter was more distracted than usual, presumably about his other self.Â
You were getting ready for bed, taking melatonin to knock out as soon as possible after the long day you had. You slipped in the covers beside him, listening to his drawn out monologue about how itâs what's best and heâll feel guilty if he doesnât do it.Â
âBut itâs not your responsibility,â You remind him in a sleepy voice as your eyelids get heavier. Peter scowls, your vision doesnât catch it entirely but you know he doesnât agree.Â
âWho would I be if I didnât do anything to help myself?â You rolled your eyes at his sentiment.Â
âPete, I know Iâll never understand but you have to move on, your life is here,â You readjust your head on the pillows as Peter turns over to fully get into bed. Youâre suspicious of him as his suit is in direct eyesight of you both from the closet.Â
Peter is staring up ahead, probably not registering your pleas that his own life and responsibilities on the earth heâs from should be more important, also the fact that he shouldnât be messing with the fate of another version of himself just because he feels obligated to help.Â
For a man who was so logical, his moral reasoning seemed to go out the window when you rationalized the importance of leaving other peopleâs decisions and lifepaths alone.Â
So much so that by the next morning, thereâs an empty space next to you and his suit is gone. You stare at the empty hanger and let out an exasperated sigh with the note that was taped on your bedside table in hand.Â
âIâm sorry baby, I have to do this.Â
Just give me a few days.
Love you the most -Peter.â
This wouldnât be the first time he ghosted you with only a note to explain, but he was going to get an earful from you by the time he gets back. You donât know how you let him get away with as much as he does but you suppose those are the things that come with marriage. Marriage to a superhero came with an entirely different set of terms and conditions though.Â
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It was day 5 of Peterâs moral-responsibility escapade and you were getting terrified. You felt bad for constantly asking Miles if he or anyone from the several other dimensions had heard of anything but he was kind enough to keep you updated with as much as he knew.Â
Of course, that meant the answer was always:Â
âNo, sorry Mrs. Parker.âÂ
You would sigh and hang up the phone.Â
It was exhausting, not having your husband around but also knowing he was quite literally not in your dimension.Â
You tried to do anything to alleviate your stress and imagined him eventually texting you that heâs okay and swinging home as soon as possible, knowing that it would only make you scared to imagine the opposite.Â
You were cleaning the kitchen, carefully taking off your wedding ring to put on the counter so it wouldnât rip your gloves and silently hoped that whenever Peter came back, he would be safe and not trying to continue fixing other peopleâs lives.
That evening passes by painfully but while trying to block out the thoughts through a self care routine for the night, you realize that this isnât the longest Peter had been gone. He should be fine and heâll come back happier, regardless of the outcome knowing that at least he tried. He deserves to come back feeling proud for knowing that he did what he could rather than leaving it at that. However, he was definitely pushing it as it was already more than a few days.Â
You slip into one of your t-shirts that are really one of Peterâs and a pair of sleeping shorts, turning off the lights in the house until you hear a loud noise, like a pan's clattering in the kitchen. Youâre afraid as you canât be completely sure that itâs Peter coming back and that you very well could be in danger without him. You call out for his name and get no response.Â
Light on your feet, you tip-toe through the hall towards where the noise is coming from and see an illumination of the light on the floor, knowing that it is a portal. Heâs been going in and out of them so long you recognized the patterns easily enough. You turn on the light in the kitchen and see his figure in his tattered suit, ripped revealing his bruised and bloody skin underneath.Â
You see that one of his gloves is hanging on by the seams, a wedding band tearing the fabric from underneath, blood decorating the silver.Â
Rasping out his name, your hands reaching for his hand with the ring. His fingers immediately intertwine with yours, almost trembling and feeling desperate.Â
His voice is low and guttural when he says your name, taking off his mask to reveal his face. You feel relief wash over you knowing that your baby is home again and hug him like you have so many times before. You hear him choking back a sob while his much taller frame is swallowing yours and cooed for him to relax, worried about what he saw in this dimension thatâs warranting this reaction.Â
âItâs okay baby, youâre back home now,â Is what you repeat, running your hand over his back, careful not to touch his wounds.
You lead him back into the bathroom, slowly stripping his suit off in silence knowing that heâll speak when he wants to. He was acting a bit standoffish, staring at you and mute. You didnât know what to say or the right questions to ask, so you ran the rag under the water and started gently cleaning the blood off of him. His suit was strewn across the floor, and boots were standing upright by the tub. You were thankful he had a few extras in the closet before having to sew anymore.Â
Peterâs stare is empty, his brown eyes look black and he looks like he hadn't been sleeping since he left. You run your fingers across his cheeks softly as you always have but this time he flinches. You quickly remove your hands from his general bubble not wanting to alarm him as youâre still standing in between his legs as heâs seated on the edge of the bathtub.Â
You know he regrets it when he grabs your hand to bring his cheek again, staring at you from below through his wet eyelashes.Â
ââM sorry bub,â He says it like heâs ashamed. You shake your head to reassure him, and canât help but smile at the nickname.Â
âYou havenât called me that in so long. Since we first started going out,â You remind him, smiling wider as you recall your earlier memories with him. A blush creeps up Peterâs cheek but he begins to smile back. He wraps his large arms around the small of your back to bring you closer, his face nuzzling on your tummy before his voice perks up.Â
âWhy did I ever stop?âÂ
You shrug, placing his chin in between your fingers so you can make eye contact with him. âWe grew up.â
Peter nods, smiling tiredly, âRight.âÂ
Heâs not acting much differently than he usually does when he first comes back, but heâs more injured than his past trips so you know that this time was different.Â
âWhat happened with your twin?â You ask as youâre kneeled on the tiled floor before him. Youâre cleaning up his scratches with alcohol and cotton balls, discarding the red and pink stained ones in the trash next to you.Â
âNothing,â He mumbles, wincing every time you run another cotton ball over a fresher gash.Â
âDoesnât look like nothing, Peter,â You scold him for not telling you everything. Your hands remain on the top of his thighs when you stand back up, your shorts riding right below your hips when Peter takes the pleasure of raising your t-shirt to kiss your body.Â
Youâre ticklish at the sudden affection, squirming underneath his sudden display of strength, lips and rough, calloused hands trailing all around your stomach until he stops. You catch your breath from the involuntary giggling he caused when heâs staring at your hips.
âNine hundred and ninety-nine,â He comments, raising his eyebrow when you realize what heâs referring to. You snort at his confusion and the way he said it.
âYouâre such a nerd, you know itâs nine-nine-nine.â You roll your eyes at his sudden awareness of your numerology tattoo. He scoffs with a smile, sighing at the sight of you. Thereâs a quiet pause and the silence lingering in the air.Â
âDo you remember the day we got it?âÂ
Peter nods, but not without a favor. âTell me, Iâm already forgetting about it.â His grin widens.Â
You shake your head flashing a toothy smile at him. He returns one back. âIt was only a few years ago. Did you hit your head on a portal the way back?â You try to joke at his lack of memory today.Â
He laughs along as you sit down on one of his thighs knowing heâd easily support your weight. You wrap your hands around his neck and stare longingly at him before recalling the memory. His stare is not as cold and distant as it was earlier, so you feel better around him again.Â
âI just like listening to you talk, of course I remember.â He explains.Â
You nod, failing to hide how good that made you feel. He readjusts his leg to hold you closer while your hands find their way in his hair again.Â
âThe night we met, I just kept seeing 9âs all day. It was 9 on the dot when I walked into the place we were at 9th avenue, it was September, the temperature was like 90 degrees. It was too much of a coincidence.â You can tell youâre rambling so you look back up from the spot you were staring at to see if Peter was still listening.Â
Of course he was. He nods for you to continue.Â
âAnd when I told you this a few years later, I felt like I was meant to meet you because it was the start of a new beginning. 999 is the angel number for it,â He furrows his eyebrows and you shake your head again.Â
âThen you laughed at me because youâre such a geek and went on a tangent about probability,â You pause as Peter throws his head to the side, a small laugh escaping his throat from fake offense.
You also giggle but force yourself to continue, âBut then you agreed, because of how important I became to you. I think we were on a date when I got a receipt telling you this and we were the 999th table served at that diner and then I said that this is our number, and you said we should get it tattooed.âÂ
He hangs onto every word as you recount the memory, he cuts you off with the ending of the story. âSo we did it that day.âÂ
You nod, feeling a bit of relief.Â
Your head is laying on his shoulder when he finishes the story, thinking about how many times youâve rehearsed this explanation of how you had a matching tattoo with your boyfriend before you guys became engaged.Â
âYou tell it the best,â Peter interrupts your thoughts.Â
You nuzzle your head in his chest and he takes the opportunity to scoop your body up in his arms by wrapping his other arm underneath your leg to take you to your shared bedroom. You squeal in surprise begging him not to move so suddenly or else heâll get blood on the sheets but he ignores your requests and eventually you do too.Â
When youâre making out with him, your back is pressed up against the bed feeling suffocated by the intensity and desperation of his kisses. You feel his erection through his boxers pressing up against your heat, just as frenzied for his touch as he is for yours. You moan in his mouth, eventually biting his lip when he tries to pull away to undress you as fast as he can. Youâre only clad in your underwear by the time heâs pulling down his boxers but notice a difference.
Unsure if youâre seeing things you run your fingers over his skin on the right of his prominent v-lines and notice thereâs not any remnants of swollen skin from your matching 999 tattoo with him.Â
âPeter?â Your voice is small, still laced with lust, unsure if you were overreacting or not.Â
Peter throws his boxers to the side, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand due to his swift strength while he uses his middle finger to play with your clit through your underwear.Â
âFuck, I missed this,â He pauses, staring at your heat before meeting your eyes again. âI missed you so much.âÂ
Your eyes narrow in confusion but itâs hard for you to focus on what heâs saying, not fully understanding but also trapped underneath his touch.Â
âYouâre scaring me,â You whimper and it only translates as a moan, breathy as his fingers move faster with your wetness collecting onto them as he pushes your panties to the side. âIâm right here Peter, Iâve always been right here.â You remind him, thinking that heâs alluding to the past few days. In his defense, they did feel like forever.Â
Your arms struggle underneath his but you move involuntarily, feeling your cunt clench around nothing already. You moan his name on repeat, your breasts jiggling as your chest heaves up and down from his attention.Â
âI had you before,â He slips one finger in.Â
âAnd then I lost you,â Another finger enters.
Peter begins thrusting skillfully before you can think better of it. âIâm not risking that again.â
Your eyes widen at what he just said and the intensity at which his fingers are curling inside you.Â
You think about the lack of tattoo, the subtle difference in mannerisms since he came back and the fact that Peter had just left in search of an identical version of himself.Â
Feeling yourself become dizzy, the tightness in your stomach from the fact that you were about to cum mixed in with the fear and realization of the situation at hand. âWhereâs Peter?â You choke out when he slows down, edging your high.Â
He looks up at you, leaning down on your frame to kiss your cheek. You shudder, lip quivering from the onset of tears about to spill out.Â
âIâm right here bub,â He whispers. Peter picks up the pace of his fingering and your legs close around his hand, not wanting him to go any further. He uses the hand that had been keeping your hands together to open your legs again to continue and you cum around him, sobbing silently at the nickname.
Your tears start to run on your face, salt streaking your skin. Your breath is uneven from the sobs and cumming simultaneously.Â
âWhereâs my Peter?â You place emphasis on the my even though your voice feels like chalk in your throat. You use your hands to support yourself sitting up, trying to keep your legs together when he removed his fingers from your cunt. He shakes his head at the attempt to close access off from him and pushes you back down on the bed, gently as you both know trying to defend yourself would be futile.Â
You lay down in defeat, watching in shame how he wraps his legs around your waist while his hands are holding your arms above your head once again.Â
âYou know that deep down, Iâm him.â Peter's eyes are blown out with lust, his cock standing tall against his lower abdomen. Your eyes trail past this and to the absence of the tattoo and feel the fear making your body frozen again.Â
You close your eyes and shake your head as he leans down towards your face, trying your best to squirm underneath his body.Â
âIâll do anything you want, just donât do this,â You sob weakly, your chest feels as though itâs going to cave in. âYouâre not him but you donât have to do this, please,â You cry a bit louder, but not enough for anyone to hear you. You quickly realize that it wouldnât do any good for people to see someone who has the same exact identity as your husband hurting you, if you wanted any chance of seeing your Peter again.Â
He slightly readjusts his hips above you and you think heâll let you go, listening to your pleas but he just hikes up your legs in order to line up to your heat. You hear him chuckling slowly while your legs are instinctively wrapped around his legs, still shaking from how he made you come.Â
âAll I want is you.â
Your heart picks up its pace as you feel his head right underneath your clit and in between your lips, slowly entering you, feeling that space between your legs be fulfilled. Your guilt eats you up knowing that you were enjoying this, and he knew you were enjoying this, but him not being your actual husband.Â
âGet off of me,â Is what you say but your hips say otherwise. Your moans get ragged as he continues to slowly thrust, allowing you to get used to his size before he picks up the pace. Your body moves back and forth as he does, fucking him back as you maneuever yourself up and down on his length.Â
He removes his hands from holding you down, mainly to see what you do and you only wrap your chest in embarrassment, biting your lip as he stares down at you.Â
âYou canât resist me baby,â He acknowledges, you sniffle. His hips thrust into you again, rocking down into you and you clench around him, causing you both to whine in pleasure. He hiked up your leg higher, flatter against your body as he grabbed the underneath of your thigh to go deeper.Â
Your empty sobs fill the room as the bed under you creaks, he growls in response. âItâs all the same, in every universe youâre mine.âÂ
You shake your head at that, a thread of âNoâsâ filling your head but you canât bring yourself to say it aloud. His cock thrusting in and out of you, his hand gripping you like youâre the only thing he can touch is clouding your mind. His toned body is slamming against your hips and you reach out to hold onto him as he gets rougher, wanting him to anchor you for the inevitable climax.Â
âI love you just as much as him,â He continues, relishing in your high pitched mewls that he took as praise. He groans lower when you make eye contact with him as your hands grip onto his bicep.Â
âMaybe even more.â
You shake your head, eyebrows pinching up and lips in a pout as you can feel the sobs coming back when you think about your Peter. You have no idea where he is right now. How youâll explain yourself when he comes back.
If he comes back.Â
You shake your head even faster and finally verbalize the âNoâsâ youâve been wanting to say but couldnât bring yourself to.Â
Your legs become sore at the position he kept them in and presses his chest up against yours. He whispers in your ear, âThe fact that I even did this for you says a lot.â
Your head is spinning.Â
âI need you, more than youâll ever know.â He grunts, his final thrusts feel like heâs about to split you open, he knows this by the way your eyes pinch together in pain and slows down for you, trying to ease the friction by using his thumb to play with your clit during.Â
You separate your lips in relief and he uses the opportunity to gently kiss you.Â
Heâs not your husband, heâs not your Peter Parker. But you canât even bring yourself to identify him as an evil version of your lover. Especially not when he kisses you like this.Â
A version of him that refuses to make the right decisions, prioritizes the wrong things and goes out of his way to get what he wants is still him. Every part of you wants to scream that this is wrong, telling him that thereâs another way and that you have to find a way to fix this, but you canât think straight when heâs all there is in front of you.Â
Kissing back, youâre desperate to feel him, any version of Peter, on your lips and you squirm underneath when his fingers rub faster on your clit.Â
Your cunt tightening around his cock when you feel the tension snap in your stomach. Peterâs hips stutter at the feeling, cumming immediately inside of you and separating himself from you. He allows your legs to relax, laying you back down fully when he removes himself from you.Â
His fingers trace your tattoo, leaning down to kiss it before trailing down to your swollen, puffy cunt.Â
âIâll get a 999 tattoo too,â He says nine-nine-nine this time, smirking when you meet his eyes.Â
âItâll be a new beginning for both of us.â
Itâs the last thing he says before going back in to eat you out, petrifying you to an unfamiliar degree.
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