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○ when the reader has fertility issues and paparazzi become invasive!
○ when the internet believes the reader is pregnant!
○ when security stops you at the paddock gate because you forgot your pass and he has to come get you!
○ when your bridesmaids hand the driver spicy polaroid pictures of their newlywed wife!
○ when another man pays for your gas!
○ doing the 'fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine' trend!
→ smau texts
○ when he injures himself doing something stupid!
○ when the reader is normally shy but they get drunk and are bold!
○ when the reader hides an injury from him and accidentally reveals it!
○ when you're his biggest distraction on and off the track!
○ when he goes out but you're overly clingy, dramatic & deeply in love with him!
○ you accidentally made him jealous!
○ he eats your favourite chocolate!
○ you accidentally call him another driver's name! - PART ONE
○ you accidentally call him another driver's name! - PART TWO
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sub!lucas who . . . enjoys praises; just tell him how well he’s behaving or how pretty he looks underneath you to make his cock get even harder inside you.
sub!lucas who . . . always begs for you to let him cum. You are so mean to him, pushing him to the edge and then leaving him whimpering like a baby.
sub!lucas who . . . clings to the bedsheets or your hips in desperation when the stimulation is just too much.
sub!lucas who . . . moans way too loudly, to the point where he bites his hands or arm to try and muffle his own whimpers when you order him to be quiet. Watching his eyes fill with frustrated tears as he tries to obey your command is the most addictive sight in the world, even if it's cruel.
sub!lucas who . . . uses his puppy eyes to beg you not to blue-ball him again.
sub!lucas who . . . hides his face in the pillow so you won't see how ridiculously easy it is to make him whimper.
sub!lucas who . . . apologizes desperately and fearfully if he accidentally thrusts too hard against you.
sub!lucas who . . . gasps with pleasure when you scratch his chest with your nails.
sub!lucas who . . . loves it when you spit in his mouth while riding him.
sub!lucas who . . . to drive him crazy and keep him in the palm of your hand, give him a titty fuck.
sub!lucas who . . . you should gag by stuffing your panties in his mouth; he will absolutely love it.
sub!lucas who . . . wears glasses and keeps them on while eating you out. It’s so cute how desperately he uses his tongue to make you cum, watching his glasses fog up from his warm breath.
sub!lucas who . . . gets turned on when you are mean to him. He is totally into the mean girl x nerd boy dynamic.
sub!lucas who . . . even though he loves praise, can't help but get hard when you degrade him and tell him how disgusted you are by him.
sub!lucas who . . . can't help but fantasy about how much he’d love to have a threesome with you and loser!nerd!archie.
sub!lucas who . . . sometimes acts like a brat just to annoy you so you’ll choke him with both hands around his neck.
sub!lucas who . . . secretly masturbates to your Instagram pictures.
sub!lucas who . . . enjoys it when you mark him with hickeys to claim him as yours.
sub!lucas who . . . has to push his glasses up with a finger mid-eating you out because sweat and your juices are making them slip down, without stopping his tongue for even a second.
sub!lucas who . . . whimpers and begs you to punish him when you tell him how pathetic he looks crawling for you, pushing his cock even deeper inside you just from the insult.
sub!lucas who . . . plays with your tits while you edge him with a handjob.
sub!lucas who . . . always mumbles your name whenever he’s about to climax.
Can you do something for Richard Rios please 🥹 (your work is so yummy 🎀)
GOLDEN - r. rios headcanons
inwhich! i write you some cute boyfriend¡richardrios headcanons!
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bf¡richardrios is obsessed with hearing you speak spanish, especially when you use colombian slang. it doesn’t matter if you’re fluent or still learning. every time you say something, he immediately grins and asks you to repeat it. if you get something wrong, he’ll correct you gently while trying not to laugh.
bf¡richardrios loves to teach you random football skills in the middle of the house. you’ll be trying to walk to the kitchen and suddenly he’s balancing something on his foot and telling you to try it too, even though you don’t play. and whenever you fail, he’s laughs, hard, but if you manage to actually do it he jumps up and down, congratulating you.
bf¡richardrios loves hearing about your day. it doesn’t matter if it’s something important or a pointless thirty-minute story about a stranger you spoke to at a grocery store. he’ll sit there listening with his chin in his hand, asking questions the entire time because he likes hearing you talk and seeing your cute expressions.
bf¡richardrios loves kissing you on the side of your mouth. he likes to save more intimate kisses between you two for when you two are alone, and when you’re in public he enjoys the sillier, more sentimental kisses, like your cheeks, forehead, or hands.
bf¡richardrios never forgets where he came from, because of everything he worked through to reach this point, and that makes him the type to appreciate all little things. quiet, silent nights together, your homemade cooking, long, random phone calls, and quick drives late in the afternoons. those are the moments he values most, especially when he’s with you.
bf¡richardrios pretends he doesn’t care when you tease him, but he absolutely does. if you make fun of the way he says something or bring up an embarrassing story in front of other people, he’ll shake his head and tell you to stop.
bf¡richardrios gets so excited when you support colombia with him. seeing you celebrate goals, wear the colors, or learn things about his country makes him smile so hard that his cheeks hurt. his favorite thing is when you try to cook colombian food.
bf¡richardrios loves resting his chin on top of your head. especially since you’re shorter than him. you’ll be trying to do something important, like school work or ironing clothes, and suddenly he’s there using you as a human pillow.
bf¡richardrios always makes sure you feel included. if you’re meeting new people, he introduces you to everyone. if you’re feeling awkward, he stays by your side. if someone leaves you out the cinv, he immediately brings you back into it.
bf¡richardrios loves holding your hand while driving. he’ll always have one hand on the wheel and the other holding yours. sometimes he likes to lift your hand to his lips so he can’t give you a quick kiss.
bf¡richardrios always waits for you. if you’re tying your shoes, he’ll stop walking. if you’re finishing something, he’ll wait by the door for you. if you’re behind him at a family event or small party he’ll constantly be looking over his shoulder to make sure you’re okay. he never likes feeling like he’s leaving you behind.
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Marvel Rivals Characters: do they grunt, moan, whimper, or pant?
MDNI
Grunts: Black Widow, Blade, Dare Devil, Hawkeye, Iron Fist, *Moon Knight, Punisher, Thing, Venom, Wolverine, Hulk
"oh yeah baby, just like that," they murmur in your ear, praise spoken just for you to hear. "you feel so good right now, keep doing exactly what you're doing." a low grunt pulls from their chest and their eyes squeeze shut in concentration. "fuck, you're gonna make me cum baby. You're making it really hard to hold out for you".
Moans: Angela, Captain America, Doctor Strange, Elsa Bloodstone, Emma Frost, Hela, Invisible Woman, Loki, Magik, Mantis, *Moon Knight, Phoenix, Rouge, Scarlet Witch, Star Lord, Thor
"yeahh just like that baby, just like that." another heavenly moan tumbles from their lips, you swore you could finish just from that sound alone. "come on, i wanna cum with you, you look so good when you do"
Whimpers: Dagger, Deadpool, Human Torch, Luna Snow, *Moon Knight, Namor, Spider-Man, Squirrel Girl
"oh my god, oh my god" they whimper out loudly, anyone around could surely hear them by now. "you feel so good, so good. i can't- baby i'm gonna cum"
Pants: Adam Warlock, Black Cat, Black Panther, Cloak, Cyclops, Gambit, Iron Man, Magneto, Mister Fantastic, *Moon Knight, Psylocke, Storm, **Ultron, White Fox, Winter Soldier
"fuck- hey, you doing good? yeah? good," they tuck their face into the crook of your neck, grazing their teeth over your skin. they pant as if they can't get enough breath, their body fighting against the need for air and the intensity of their pleasure. "shit i'm so close, are close too?"
*His different alters do different things
**the "panting" is the sound of his fans running on high. no I do not care it's ooc
Jason wants you to meet his brother (Dick) and his best friend (Roy). As if that wasn't enough of a bomb, doubt starts to creep into your mind at the realization that your curves would make you stand out like a sore thumb in the Wayne family. Jason proves you wrong by taking you to a bar and letting Dick and Roy walk right into a trap.
"Hey, it's not that big of a deal-... yeah, no, it's... it's a big deal." Jason winced, brows furrowing while he flexed his hands around his mug.
Coffee- of course it was, though it was far too late in the day for even more caffeine, or so you'd scolded him once again.
You were staring at him, slack jawed, eyes widened just slightly as a brief huff of disbelief left your lips.
"Jay, you just told me you want me to meet your family. In what world is that not a big deal?!" You exclaimed, your tone a little more screeching than you'd liked.
He sighed, shoulders dropping ever so slightly, his eyes turned away as a frown etched itself onto his features.
"It's just Roy and Dick, s'not really meeting my family." He mumbled, toying with the handle of his cup, scratching his nails against the ceramic.
"Look, you don't have to, alright? I just thought-... I guess I don't really know what I thought."
Your heart ached. You've never seen him so defeated. So utterly downtrodden. His back slouched, head hung low while his gaze was focused on anything but you.
That heartbreaking glimmer in his eyes that never failed to make your own water.
Gently, you pried the mug from his grip and set it aside, taking his hands in yours.
The action made Jason avert his attention back to you, looking like a kicked puppy.
"I do want to meet them. I really, really do. Because they are your family, whether you want to admit it or not." You smiled softly, watching as he lit up immediately, a huff of relief making his chest feel lighter.
"I'm just nervous. And worried, I suppose? What they'll think, you know. I'm sure that I'm not exactly what they imagine when they think of your girlfriend." You chuckled nervously.
Jason, on the other hand, looked confused. Eyes narrowed, You-can-see-the-gears-turning-but-nothing-is-happening confused.
"What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
You cackled at the expression on his face and the goofy tone of his voice.
"Okay, let me put it like this. You're family is a bunch of buff, unfairly jacked and lean super geniuses. Not to mention how good the girls look. And Kori? She's a literal space princess! I just feel like I don't quite fit in. Can you imagine someone like me at one of those Galas? They would lose their minds-"
"'Someone like you? You mean a gorgeous, beautiful, stunning plump lady with a brain so big I sometimes wonder how your neck is still intact? You mean someone like that? Because we could use more of that, trust me." He chuckled dryly.
"Also, you're hot as fuck." He deadpanned, blankly staring at you.
You playfully rolled your eyes, tracing the space between his knuckles.
"A. I know, B. you're biased. I mean, they all probably expect you to date some super model." You explained, sighing.
You knew your worth. You knew that you were beautiful and perfect just they way you are, even beginning to love yourself.
But when challenged with a family full of hotties like the Wayne's plus Gotham's elite, it was hard not to feel just a little out of place with all your curves, bumps and pudge.
Jason's lips were pressed together in a thin line before he inhaled sharply and pinned you down with his gaze.
"Alright, first of all, they have no expectation of who I'd date because I was fuckin' dead, and when I came back my only interest was revenge and smashing peoples heads in. If anything they thought I would die alone."
The bluntness of his words and the expecting raise in his brows had you shell shocked, and pleasantly surprised.
"You're making problems for yourself that don't exist, ladybird." His tone turned soft as did his eyes, enveloping your heart in a blanket of warmth.
"So, respectfully, you don't have a point." He concluded for you, leaning back against the couch with a satisfied noise.
"Huh, I guess I don't." You breathed out, a smile spreading on your face while Jason already sported a wicked grin.
"There ya go. Now, can I brag about my hot, smart and curvaceous girlfriend to my dickhead brother and loser best friend? Because, sweetheart, you're one hell of a woman." He smirked, leaning in to get you all hot and bothered by his proximity.
You bit your lip, trying to act unaffected by his antics.
"Okay, fine," You groaned, feigning annoyance, "But only because I love you." You finished, failing to hide the smile on your face.
In one swift motion, Jason grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, your back pressed firmly to his chest. You let out a startled noise that morphed into a laugh.
"See? Just had to butter you up a bit, pretty girl." He nosed at your neck, a grin showing off his pearly whites while his arms were snaked around your middle.
"What can I say? You have a way with words." You smirked, looking back at him over your shoulder.
Jason chuckled and turned you in his lap, making you face him.
"I do have a very skilled tongue, as you know." He winked at you, kneading the fat of your hips in his hands.
You groaned and rolled your eyes before grinning and pinching his cheek.
"So, you up for tomorrow? It'll just be at a shitty bar somewhere. They won't judge you, I promise. And if they do, they can take it up with Fuck-" Jason raised one arm and flexed his bicep, "and You." With a wide smile, he lifted his other arm, and you watched as his muscles practically inflated.
You giggled, squeezing his arm with an approving nod of your head.
"I'll be there. I just have some errands to run, so I'll meet you at the place, yeah?" You replied sweetly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.
Jason's face scrunched up at your kiss, making him look like an adorable little bunny.
"Sounds good, ladybird." He replied, smiling.
There was something hiding beneath that smile, though. Something sinister. Mischievous. You squinted your eyes at him.
"... What are you up to?" You asked suspiciously, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Who? Me? I'm not up to anything." He replied sweetly, batting his lashes at you.
"Mhm." You hummed, searching for a hint in his teal eyes.
You could see his resolve cracking, his gaze breaking from your for just a split second. You continued to stare at him. Jason cleared his throat and gave you a tight smile before striking.
Quickly, he pushed you off his lap, making you stumble to the floor of your living room on shaky legs before he lowered himself to the ground, hooking one arm around your knees and hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
You screeched, digging your hands into his hoodie so you wouldn't fall.
"What the fuck! What are you doing?!" You screamed, cracking into a smile when you heard Jason cackle mischievously.
He moved quickly, rounding the couch and any obstacles with ease.
"Well, you see, I've been stumblin' over my words all day. Care to help me loosen up my tongue at bit, doll?" He grinned, hurrying to your bedroom.
"Jason!-"
Your voice burst with a laugh before you were interrupted by a loud crack when his hand met the back of your thigh.
You gasped, quickly followed by a slap against his clothed back.
"Remember that name, angel. I have a feeling you'll be using it a lot tonight."
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
"So, she coming?" Roy asked curiously, settling back into the deep-set lounge with his drink.
The redhead was seated in the middle, between the brothers, earning a shove and an annoyed eyeroll from Jason.
Dick snickered, taking a sip of his beverage.
"Why are you so obsessed with my girl, dude?"
"We just wanna make sure she's real. I'd hate to break you out of Arkham again, little wing." Dick grinned from behind the rim of his glass.
"Wow." Roy clicked his tongue, nodding along to the diabolical comment.
Jason only stared at his brother blankly, blinking once, then twice.
"Too far?" Dick asked, wincing slightly.
"Whaddya think, dickhead?" Roy sighed sharply.
"You should be so glad that I'm in therapy. Otherwise I woulda wiped the floor with you right now." Jason mumbled, taking a swig of his drink.
"It's the Piña Coladas talking." His brother chuckled awkwardly.
Jason just snorted, leaning against the soft cushions.
"To answer your question, yes, she's coming." Roy lit up, excitedly setting his beer down on the table.
"Really? So we get to meet the fabled ladybird, huh?" The redhead grinned, bumping his shoulder with Jason's.
He only shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes at Roy.
"Why didn't she come with you, then?" Dick asked, brows furrowed.
"Had to stop by the craft store." Jason replied simply, finishing his drink.
"Oh, so it's like that? You really did get yourself a pretty little thing, didn't you?" Dick smirked, watching as Jason chuckled in response.
"Dickhead's right. They not only make pieces of art, they are ones." Roy agreed.
Dick scoffed at the nickname.
"She's pretty alright. Looks like she belongs in the Louvre." Jason responded with a smile, then immediately regretting that decision when Roy and Dick began to look like the cheshire cat.
"Ooooo, Jay's in looooove." Roy teased with a chuckle.
"Did little wing find an even littler wing? That's adorable." Duck sniffled, wiping a faux tear from his lashline.
Jason grumbled in response, flipping them off.
"At least I didn't cheat on my girl." He mumbled sharply, hiding behind his second -or third?- glass of the night.
Dick's smile fell and he was reduced to a muttering mess, pouting like a child.
"God, you guys are actual children. Can I have one night-"
they both glanced at Roy when he stopped speaking, his lips parted as he stared at the entrance of the bar.
"You're lettin' flies in, carrot top." Jason said blankly.
Roy let out a low whistle, loosely gesturing to the bar before a smirk cracked on his face.
"Look at that piece of Eye Candy over there."
Dick followed his line of sight.
"Fuck me." He cursed, eyes wide.
"Look at those hips, jesus-"
"Now that's a woman."
Jason was mid sip, uninterested in this mystery woman ordering a drink at the bar. But, he glanced up anyway, only to choke on his drink when his eyes landed on you.
He sputtered, coughing as he felt the alcohol go up his nose.
"Woah, she got you good, didn't she?" Roy teased with a laugh, patting his back.
"Yep.." Jason croaked out, holding back a laugh.
"I'm telling ladybird." Dick said quickly.
Snitch.
"When will she be here anyway? It's been a while." He questioned, pulling up his sleeve to take a look at his watch.
"Soon, soon.." Jason replied, clearing his throat.
"Man, she could sit on me, and I'd thank her. And that rack-"
Roy continued letting his eyes trail over your body.
As amusing as Jason found this little misunderstanding, he couldn't help but grind his teeth and clench his fists.
Meanwhile, Dick delivered a slap to the back of Roy's head.
"Pervert! You don't talk about women like that." He scolded the redhead.
"Says you! As if you don't wanna be suffocated by those thighs or-or knock out on that tummy, I know you do!" Roy said sharply, pointing an accusing finger at Dick.
"Of course I do, but I didn't say it out loud, now did I?" He replied in a condescending tone.
"You fucking-"
"Oh, look, she's approaching us." Jason said nonchalantly, leaning back into the cushions with a grin, watching as the petty bickering between his brother and best friend stopped immediately.
"I call dibs! I saw her first." Roy said quickly, straightening his posture and trying to look unbothered while you approached.
"God fucking dammit." Dick cursed, being left to grumble with his Piña Colada.
He looked at Jason, who was comfortably leaned back with a smirk.
"How are you so chill about this?!" Dick asked irritated.
"You'll see." Jason grinned.
You walked towards them with a smile, the drink you'd just ordered at the bar in your hand. Roy put up his most charming face and quickly cleared his throat.
"Hello there, sweethea-"
his entire face dropped when you placed a hand on Jason's shoulder and pressed a kiss to his lips. His hands instinctively went to rest on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.
"Hi, baby." You greeted sweetly.
"Hey there, ladybird." Jason grinned, glancing at Roy and Dick.
The redheads jaw was on the floor, speechless while his gaze flitted between you and his best friend. Dick was just as shocked, but quickly broke out of it.
"THAT’S LADYBIRD?!" He yelled, earning harsh stares from other guests.
Dick quieted down with an apologetic smile and leaned closer to Jason.
"You fucking asshole! Why didn't you do anything? You let us say all those things-" at the realization Dick went pale.
"He's gonna beat our asses." Roy mumbled, still staring at you and Jason.
"... Fuck."
You just stood there dumbfounded while Jason had a grin on his face that made a shiver run down Roy's spine.
"What things?" You asked, you brows furrowed in confusion.
Jason pulled you into his lap, resting one of his hands on your thigh.
"Don't worry about it, angel." He said softly, pecking your cheek.
"How the hell did you end with such a charity case as Jason?" Roy asked bluntly, slumped in his seat, defeated.
"Excuse me?" You sputtered with a scoff.
"That's a lot of nerve coming from someone looking like an affair baby." You shot back.
Dick burst out laughing, Jason cackling along side him while Roy only stared at you.
"And she's feisty? Fuuuuuuck.." He whined.
"Nice to meet you, ladybird." Dick gave you a friendly smile and nod, still wiping the tears from his eyes.
You returned the smile before leaning in to whisper into Jason's ear.
"Is the rest of your family also like this?"
"Like what?"
"Loudmouth assholes." You replied, staring straight at Roy who looked like you just slapped his mother.
Jason laughed, throwing his head back when he saw Roy's face.
"Ah, no. Some of them are quiet assholes."
Dick scoffed, immediately defending himself and his siblings with big hand gestures.
You chuckled as you watched.
"Don't be sad, carrot top," Jason began, giving Roy's shoulder a squeeze, "You couldn't handle her if you tried."
Thick Thighs Save Lives - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin
Summary: Being the only aviator with meat on your bones is tough. It's even more tough when you're stuck showering with two of your teammates.
Contents/Warnings: smut (minors dni), double penetration, fingering (vaginal and anal, f receiving), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, shower sex, protected sex, spit kink, body insecurities, mid/plus!sized reader, self-deprecation, arguing, angst with a fluffy/smutty ending
WC: 5.5K / navi
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If there’s anything you don’t want to hear during a not-so-friendly game of beach football, it’s ‘shit!’. The exclamation comes from Coyote who’s branched off to your towels on the sand, fingers curled around his watch, “We’re late.”
“How late?” Phoenix is already adjusting her ponytail, as it’s frazzled from the action. She’s squinting in the sun and remedies it by knocking her sunglasses down off of her head and onto her nose. It’s smooth, and she knows it by the soft smirk that curls at her lips.
“We have twenty minutes to get on the road.”
“Shit,” Rooster parrots, dropping the ball where he stands, which is how you know he’s panicked too, “We all need showers. Penny’s gonna kill us if we stink up the restaurant.”
“We can go in teams,” Fanboy decides, already sprinting over to his towel, “We don’t have time for individual ones.”
Before you can get a word in edgewise Coyote and Phoenix are rushing to join him, Bob hot on their trail. The showers are spacious, sure, but you wouldn’t exactly volunteer to share them with anyone.
With a terrible sinking feeling in your stomach you realize that the only three left are you, Rooster, and Hangman. That means the only way you’ll get to Penny and Maverick’s engagement party is if you shower together.
They’re already at their towels, scrubbing sand out of their hair and strapping their watches back on. Hangman’s is a thick, black leather band, and you can see flecks of sand marring the sleek strap from where it laid on the towel. Rooster’s is thinner, brown in color and gold around the rim. His is clean, but he puts it on his sweaty, sandy wrist. It won’t be for long.
Both men are shirtless, too-tight jean shorts squeezing their waists. You make a point not to stare as you trek back to your towel, already picking up on their competitive banter before you’ve even stood beside them.
“-probably use all my shampoo,” Hangman scoffs, clenching his towel tight in his fist, “You always steal my shit, Bradshaw.”
“I think it’s only fair seeing as you steal my gel!” Rooster quips back, gesturing to Hangman’s stiff, shiny hair, untouched even after your game, “Isn’t it fucking weird, Y/L/N? How much he uses?”
Rooster looks back at you for confirmation, someone on his side. But you’re too disheartened to respond, dreading your impending doom. All you offer is a meager, “Yeah.”, that curls a frown under Rooster’s mustache.
“You hurt yourself or something?” Hangman raises an eyebrow, stunned by your lack of teasing, “I think we need to call the doctor, you didn’t just insult me.”
“I’m fine.” You grumble, towel held around your waist despite the presence of your rash guard, “Just tired from football.”
“Well get ready,” Rooster warns you, “Mav’s gonna have to tell us all about how he and Penny met, and I’m really hoping he withholds the details on the little rendezvous that got him in trouble with her dad, but I know he won’t.”
You shudder for a moment, if only to please him, to throw him off your scent. You’re tired, there’s not any other reason you’re in a funk. You’re tired.
You are tired. You’re tired of caring, of constantly thinking about it. You’re tired of wearing a rash guard to the beach instead of a swimsuit, because everyone else is smaller than you. You’re tired of watching people’s eyes, tracking them to make sure that if they ever dip below your chest there’s something in front of your stomach to block it from their view. You’re tired of adjusting your uniform to make it looser, you’re tired of leaning against the bar instead of sitting at it, you’re just tired.
You are tired. You’re tired of caring, of constantly thinking about it. You’re tired of wearing a rash guard to the beach instead of a swimsuit, because everyone else is smaller than you. You’re tired of watching people’s eyes, tracking them to make sure that if they ever dip below your chest there’s something in front of your stomach to block it from their view. You’re tired of adjusting your uniform to make it looser, you’re tired of leaning against the bar instead of sitting at it, you’re just tired.
“Hey,” Hangman’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, admittedly less grating and irritating than it normally is “You sure you’re okay?”
You blink and they’re staring at you, brows furrowed and limbs frozen in place. You wish that the waves lapping gently at the sand would crash onto shore and swallow you whole, sweep you up in a tidal wave of salt water and seaweed so that you wouldn’t have to answer.
“I’m fine,” You grit, slipping your feet into your shoes and rushing to stand outside the showers, “C’mon, we’ll be late.”
--
You had hoped that they’d get too busy bickering with each other to ever find you. But here they come, not five minutes later, just as Phoenix steps out of the steamy bathroom. A towel is wrapped around her torso and Hangman exaggerates his ogling of her, only turning your stomach further.
“Perfect timing,” He drawls, and she rolls her eyes.
Bob steps out next, taking one look at her face and stepping in front of her, “Your turn, Bagman. Try not to use all the gel.”
“See?” Rooster nudges you, his elbow against your arm as Bob and Phoenix walk away, “I told you! It’s absurd, he slathers it on like cement.”
“He’s gotta,” Coyote drawls, reaching over to knock on Jake’s head, “Otherwise his head’d sound as empty as it is.”
The two engage in a good-natured shoving match, but it’s one that nearly sends Coyote’s towel cascading to the ground, and you keep your eyes firmly on the tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner that you’d brought. You read over the ingredients, as if sodium laureth sulfate and glycol distearate will keep your mind off of your humiliation.
“You said you’re fine,” Bradley murmurs from beside you, “But if it’s something you just don’t wanna say around Hangman, he’s not listening.”
Part of you is less embarrassed to be honest and exposed to Rooster than Hangman. But he’s still a man, an incredibly fit one at that, and you’re not sure you’d ever want to reveal it to either of them.
“I’m just nervous,” You tell him the only part of the truth you’re willing to admit. I’ve never... showered with a- a boy before. A man.”
You cringe at your misstep, but if Bradley’s amused by it, he doesn’t show it. Instead he hums, sympathetically so, “We’ll turn around, honey. Don’t worry about it, okay?”
“You’ll turn around,” You mutter, “I think it’ll just egg Jake on further.”
“What’s this I hear about eggin’ me on?” A familiar southern twang makes you tense as the man it’s coming from appears by your side, bumping his hip into yours, “You ready for our steam session, sweets?”
“Leave her alone, Hangman,” Rooster groans, feet slapping against the tiles as he goes to adjust the water. He shoves at Hangman’s back as he passes, and you stifle a giggle as the man nearly falls over.
“Hey, she’s the one that chose to shower with us,” Jake insists, and Bradley’s scoff is enough for you not to fight back, “And I would, too, if I were you, darlin’. Do you know how many ladies are lined up to see how hung Hangman is?”
You force a gag, “The only lady I see here is myself, and I’d rather smear wet sand in my eyes.”
“That’s what I’m gonna do to you if you don’t turn around and shut up,” Bradley speaks through the roar of the shower water, steam already rising from its fall, “Just drop your pants and wash your ass, so Y/L/N can shower to herself.”
“Well, well, well,” Jake smirks, towel cinched around his waist in only one hand as he stalks for the showers, “Looks like one of the ladies lined up is Bradshaw himself. Wanna see it, Rooster? Here it is.”
Jake drops his towel ceremoniously, and Bradley’s face morphs into a grimace as he turns away hastily.
“My fucking eyes,” He laments, and you pause in gathering your toilettries to laugh, while also trying very hard not to stare at Jake, “Oh my god, Y/N, you won’t have to worry about me seeing you. I’m going to pour shampoo into my eyes until I go blind.”
Jake realizes you’re taking a little too long getting ready, cocking a hip as he leans his head back to stare down his nose at you, “So what, you gonna ditch dinner, Y/L/N? Whatcha waitin’ for?”
“She’s waiting for you to stop being a perv and turn around,” Bradley comes to your rescue once again, and thankfully, Jake seems to realize it’s a real issue, pivoting until he’s facing the shower wall.
“I think she just wants a nice view of our asses,” Jake theorizes, standing with his clear on display, “Which is better, Y/N? Mine or Chicken’s?”
“Chicken,” Rooster grumbles under his breath, and if you were brave enough to actually declare a winner, you’d give it to him just for that. But, Hangman’s form is rather impressive, all tight curves and tan skin and-
And you shouldn’t be looking. You clear your throat awkwardly, peeling off your rash guard as Jake sponges his side down. There’s sand running thick down the drain and you hope it doesn’t back up, something you’d feel terrible for Penny to have to clean up.
“Uh,” Bradley stills in his place, “Shit, I think I left my shampoo over there. Y/N, could you…?”
“I got it,” You hum, reaching over for the blue bottle and tucking it in his carefully, blindly outstretched hand, “Thanks for, um- here.”
“Yep,” He nods, smearing a dot of the substance on his palm and lathering it through his hair.
“Oh no,” Jake mimics Bradley’s previous predicament, dropping the bottle in his hand so that it rests between his legs, “Y/N, could you-”
“Ass,” You drawl, reaching forwards to butt your palm against his back. He stumbles forward with a laugh, catching himself on the railing. He bends down to reach for it and you’re nervous he’ll peek at your body from between his legs, but he stays respectful, something you know he is at his core even if he pretends differently.
You find yourself relaxing against the tiled floor of the shower, feet firmly planted instead of poised to run. As much as you know neither of the men in front of you would make any rude comments about your body or your weight, there’s still the nauseating fear that they might think differently of you having seen you completely unobscured. So you’re thankful for the privacy, that lasts… well, until it doesn’t.
The snap of your conditioner cap catches the skin of your pointed finger in its jaws and a gasp clutches tight at your lungs.
“Son of a bitch!” You cry, waves of pain flowing through your finger and out towards the rest of them. On cue each man turns, eyes wide and fear-stricken, without thinking.
You know they didn’t do it on purpose. You know they instinctively thought you were hurt, and wanted to help. You know they didn’t mean to look at you. But the withering feeling in your guts knows no logic, only fear.
They’re looking, it hisses, They’re looking at everything. The way your stomach pudges into a roll at the base. The way your breasts sag. The way your thighs stretch, marks littering their stems, and present no gap.
“You’re bleeding.” Bradley observes, eyes trained faithfully on your finger, “I’ll get a bandaid.”
He rushes for the cabinets outside the shower, dripping water over the floor. Jake stands, staring, but you’re too humiliated to glance at his face and notice the soft pinky blush on his cheeks that’s spreading to his ears.
“Here,” Bradley speaks from behind you, though he molds himself to your side when you’re still frozen in fear. He brushes a towel over your cut, the turquoise material staining red. He then undoes the waxy paper wrapping from the bandaid, sticking it tight to your skin.
“It’ll get wet,” He reminds you, “But it’ll stop soap from stinging it.”
You don’t even thank him. At your prolonged silence he glances up at Hangman, intent on giving him a concerned glance, but he sees the man’s eyes rove over your form and snaps.
“Dude,” Bradley utters gruffly, “Don’t be a perv. Come on, turn around.”
When Jake stays just as still as you, he reaches for him, shoving hard, “I said turn around!:
“Please, Jake,” You whimper, tears brimming in your eyes, “Turn around.”
“You’re crying.” Jake snaps out of his trance to frown up at you, and Bradley keeps pushing, an insistent thorn in his side, “Why are you crying?”
“Because you’re-!” You gush, lip wobbling, “You’re looking at me, and- and judging me, and-”
“Judging you,” He scoffs, eyes nearly bugging out of his head, “Best body I’ve ever seen. Case closed. Court dismissed.”
“Shut up,” You seethe, tears finally dripping down your cheeks, “Just shut up! You think this is fucking funny? You don’t think there’s a reason I didn’t want to shower with you?”
“You’re private, I get that.” He scoffs. “But if you think I’m judgin’ any part’a that, then you’re stupid, too.”
“Not the compliment you think it is,” Bradley mutters, hands still prying at Jake’s shoulder, “She told you to turn around, just do it.”
“No,” Jake doubles down, pushing Bradley away and stalking towards you, “I wanna know why you think so goddamn low of me. You really think I’d rope a woman into a shower and then pick apart what she looks like? You think that low of me?”
“It’s not about you,” You gush, hands at your sides in frustration, “It's about me! And my fucking body, okay? I’m not calling you a dick for judging me, I’m calling myself-”
“What?” Jake’s head tilts to the side, eyes glinting dangerously, “What are you calling yourself?”
“....Gross.” You finish lamely, the fire in your chest extinguishing with the poof of a sigh that escapes your lips.
He’s grabbing your hand without thinking about it, gentle but firm. You stare at him, anxiety-riddled.
“Listen here, girly. I’ve let you get away with sayin’ a lotta things about yourself. Dumbass I agree with, especially considering these circumstances. I’ve heard clumsy and stubborn, those I don’t have an issue with either. But don’t look me in my fuckin’ face and tell me you’re gross, ‘cause it’s an insult to me and my tastes.”
He squeezes your hand once before releasing it, and it feels more now like a heartfelt gesture than a threatening one. You’re breathing heavy, lungs cut short from the adrenaline of the moment, Even though Bradley isn’t pushing him anymore, standing on the sidelines waiting, watching, Hangman turns around without another word. He scrubs aggressively through his scalp and you’re almost surprised nothing bleeds, your mouth hung slightly open and your tongue leaden over your teeth.
“I’m not your type.” You finally manage to mutter, voice taut.
“Yes you are,” Jake scoffs, “How would you know?”
“I saw you eyeing up Phoenix earlier.” You roll your eyes, and if Bradley hadn’t turned around again you’d have flashed him an exasperated look.
“So? A man can like several shapes,” Jake boasts, voice losing venom, “Plus I ogle Phoenix just to piss her off.”
“It works.” Bradley cuts in, and you snort.
“Point is,” Jake drawls, and you’re sure if Bradley was in his line of sight he’d have been the victim of a very withering stare, “Don’t discredit yourself. You’ve got sexy ass thighs, woman.”
“Jesus, Jake,” Bradley sighs, “Can you just hurry up, already? I’m sure there’s nothing more Y/L/N wants than to get rid of you.”
“Oh, shut up, lapdog,” Jake deadpans, “You can’t tell me you don’t agree.”
Bradley’s silent for a moment, and your gut churns.
“Whether I do or don’t is irrelevant,” He chooses his words carefully, “Let’s just leave Y/N alone.”
“Like you weren’t blushing!” Bradley scoffs, “I looked up at you and thought you’d been temporarily replaced with a baboon’s ass.”
“Oh, that’s funny,” Jake drawls, “That’s what I think every time I see you, porn stache. Then I remember it’s just your natural charm.”
The crisis has been averted enough for you to let out a shaky laugh at their insults, and the sound catches both men’s attention.
“Listen, Y/L/N,” Jake starts, voice much kinder and softer now, “The point of this isn’t me telling Bradshaw he’s got the face of an ass. The point is to get it through your thick fuckin’ skull; you’re pretty damn sexy, y’hear?”
You snort at his callous nature, “No one’s ever told me anything like that before.”
“Yeah?’ He pauses,towel in hand that he nimbly swings over his shoulder, “Well, pardon me for lookin’, and even more for touchin’, but everyone else is fuckin’ insane.”
Before you can process his words he reaches down to palm at your thigh, a hefty squeeze that sends your flesh spilling against his palm. You stiffen, even though he stays politely away from your ass, encroaching only on territory he could also grab while you’re clothed. The feeling of his touch, no matter how chaste, elicits a noise from your throat that you wish you could pass off for a scream.
It’s not.
It’s a moan.
He stops where he’d begun pulling away, eyes sharpening slightly. You don’t dare look at Bradley, but if you did, you’d see his cock twitch.
“Did I hurt you?” Jake asks, voice low.
All you can do is shake your head, teeth digging into your lower lip helplessly.
“Did you like it?” He tries again, but this time he doesn’t accept body language as an answer/ Still hunched, he ignores your nodding and reaches up with his free hand to tug your bottom lip out from under your teeth.
“I asked you a question,” Jake croons, voice smooth and soft, “Did you like it?”
All you can whimper is a meager ‘Yes’.
Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes.” Stronger, this time.
His hand plants itself firmly back over your thigh, thumb stretching towards the curve of your ass this time. It’s a little more suggestive, and a lot more alluring.
“Jesus,” Jake groans, kneading the soft flesh of your doughy thigh between his fingers, “Bradshaw, c’mere for a second.”
He hesitates, “Do you want me there, Y/N?”
“Yes,” You nod once more, legs stiffening and thigh tensing against Jake’s palm, “I- I do.”
“You take front,” Jake instructs, falling into place behind you with his hands now greedily prying at your ass, “And I’ll take back.”
The smile that Bradley offers you when he steps in front of you is nothing short of dreamy. It’s enough to make you blush, and he lets out a soft, breathy laugh at how forward Hangman is being while he stands giddily in front of you.
“If you say hi,” Jake drawls, hooking his chin over your shoulder and reaching around your front to grip at the seams of your inner thighs while glaring at Bradley suspiciously, “I’m going to slap you.”
“I wasn’t going to say hi,” Bradley scoffs, and you can tell by his blush that he totally was.
“Jesus, enough yammering,” Jake scoffs, turning his head to press his dewy lips into your neck, “We’re gonna be late for dinner.”
You worry, for a moment, that he’ll let go. That he’ll walk away, get dressed for the restaurant, and pretend nothing ever happened. But that’s not what he does, of course. Instead, you feel the hard press of his cock against your ass.
“I’ll be gentle,” Jake croons, feeling you tense as his hands smooth over the dip of your ass, “We’ll go slow, okay?”
“Real slow,” Bradley murmurs, and it catches your attention, reeling it back to him. You realize he’s standing much closer to you now than he had been before, lips nearly brushing yours.
The second your lips meet his in a kiss, Hangman smooths his hand between the globes of your ass. You squirm at the sensitive feeling, foreign as his fingertip brushes against your hole. But he doesn’t let up, and neither does Bradley.
Rooster’s tongue slides against your bottom lip, warm and wet. At the same time Hangman’s hands squeeze your ass, pulling apart each side and smoothing down the skin between. It sends a shiver up your spine that escapes in a puff of air between your lips, one that Bradley eagerly swallows.
Bradley’s hands grab your cheeks, thumbs brushing near your eyes and yanking you closer. You can feel Jake’s fingers carefully prodding and pressing at the tight ring of your asshole, a hitch in your breath causing you to bite down on Bradley’s lip.
“Fuck,” He hisses, coming away with a red lip and a guttural groan, “Jake, just- let up. Me first, she’s obviously sensitive.”
“She’s just tight,” Jake murmurs, lips pressing to the expanse of your shoulder, “Nothin’ I can’t fix.”
“You’ll have plenty of time to fix it,” Bradley grumbles, tearing a condom open with his teeth that he’d snagged from his wallet, “‘Cause I’m going in first, and you- shit!”
His fingers, slippery from the water and probably excess soap, drop the condom. The way that you’re arched into Hangman’s touch means that your thighs are squeezed together and bent slightly, and there’s no better way to catch a condom than between your thighs.
The foil wrapper sticks between your legs, making it easy for Bradley to pluck it out and toss the wrapper aside. Penny will find it tomorrow, because you’re sure as hell not gonna remember to get it.
“Well, whaddya know,” Jake drawls, grinning against the skin of your neck so hard you can feel it, “What they say is true. Thick thighs save lives.”
You face-plant into the water-dropped skin of Bradley’s neck, ignoring the way Hangman snickers.
“Actually, I think they just stopped a life from being conceived,” Bradley reasons, only a few sloppy strokes of his cock needed to easily slip the condom on, “But that probably saved my life, ‘cause if I got you pregnant in Penny’s bathroom, she’d slit my throat.”
The tip of Bradley’s hardened dick presses to your inner thigh, skin seldom touched and sensitive. You lean into it, but Hangman’s fingers follow, gently stroking over the rim of your ass. It’s starting to feel less foreign and more pleasurable, a twinge of something sweet licking at the underside of your belly like a rogue flame.
Bradley gently presses two fingers against your slit, ever-considerate in making sure you’re sufficiently prepped, but his eyes widen at how much slick he’s greeted with just past your folds.
“Holy shit,” He breathes, nose nudging yours as his lips brush with your own, “You’re wet.”
“Duh,” Hangman scoffs, and one of his hands abandons your ass to slip between your folds, collecting slick on their tips and dragging it back to your ass, “I’ve been touchin’ up on her for a while now.”
“Pardon me for thinking that’d work like an umbrella on a rainy day,” Bradley bitches, but you cut him off with a kiss before he can spout any other mildly insulting metaphors for how bad he thinks Hangman is in bed. You’ll vouch if you have to, he knows what he’s doing.
With each slow circle that his fingers trace around your rim, you bend back into him. Until you can feel his cock pressed stiff to your backside,just as Bradley presses his tip flush with your clit.
“Oh-,” You gasp, clit sending a shockwave of electric lust reverberating throughout your body, “Bradley, I- Inside, please, now!”
“I’m coming, sweetheart,” He croons, speaking in a velvety soft hum against your lips, “Don’t worry.”
He holds to his promise, sliding his dick down from where it’s pressed to your clit and easing it between your folds. You heave a blissful sigh at the feeling of being full, and it makes you rock backwards into Hangman’s fingers.
One breaches your hole, slipping inside with an agonizingly pleasurable burn. The stretch feels heavenly, especially because your cunt is already stretched to accommodate Bradley’s cock that slowly bottoms out inside of you.
“Good,” Jake praises, kissing beneath your ear, “I knew you could do it.”
Rooster lets out a groan at the feeling of your involuntary clench around him, eyes screwed shut. His forehead is braced against yours and you take the liberty of engaging him in another kiss, letting the pleasure of Jake’s fingers at your hole compel you to lick into Bradley’s mouth.
Being pleasured from both sides is too overwhelming. You feel yourself already rising to a climax, pressed on by both Bradley’s thick cock grating against your insides and Jake’s fingers.
You smooth your tongue over Bradley’s, gripping his shoulder when he increases his pace to be steadily fast. He’s not speeding through anything, but he’s not slow either, and it makes your insides burn.
The feeling of his cock ramming over and over and over against that spongy spot deep within you is too much, especially when Hangman slides a single, thick finger into your ass. You can’t help it, your orgasm hits you like a freight train (or perhaps a fighter jet), and you clench sporadically around Bradley’s thick, hard cock.
You whine relentlessly into his mouth, fingers clawing and prying at his damp skin as your knees go weak. You’re surprised you stay standing at all, but you funnel all of your orgasmic vigor into the kiss that Bradley eagerly licks out of you, and clutching his shoulders is enough.
Coming down from your high is jarring, especially when you realize that the steady pressure against your clit had been Bradley’s thumb the entire time. The pleasurable sensation is starting to sour with the unpleasant sting of overstimulation, and you tear his hand away eagerly, “Too much.”
“Sorry,” Bradley grunts into the kiss, the bristles of his mustache grating at your lip.
Bradley pulls out of you, still hard and red-tipped.
Jake takes one look down, his free hand sliding up your back while his other stays firm at your ass, “Those were pretty sounds. Look’t what they did to Bradshaw. See that, honey?”
You nod, breathless as you stare at Bradley’s impressive length.
“I think you should return the favor,” Jake muses, putting pressure against your back so that you bend in half, “Suck him off, darlin’.”
You land at eye-level with Bradley’s covered cock, and you can’t get the condom off fast enough. You drag your tongue along the underside of Bradley’s hard dick, taking the heated length into your hands and squeezing fondly at his balls. He swears low and gruff under his breath, watching your tongue snake against his slit.
Your lips curl around the head of Bradley’s cock, and the way that Jake adds a second finger to your ass makes you suck hard. You feel Bradley’s cock twitch on your tongue, and you scrape your teeth feather-light along him as you take more of him into your mouth.
He tries to keep himself still, tries not to face-fuck you, but he’s hopeless. His hips jolt forwards and you gag at the feeling of his dick hitting the back of your throat. It makes him groan, fists clenched at his side.
You bob and suckle along every inch of Bradley’s dick, licking up the vein that runs along the side and hollowing your cheeks while Jake fingers you open. When there are suddenly no fingers in your ass anymore at all, you whimper, taking Bradley’s cockhead into your fist while you try craning your neck to look back at Hangman.
“Keep going,” Jake directs you, nodding his head towards your fist, “He’s not done, and neither am I.”
You slip the hand that’s curled around Rooster’s dick and slide it up his length, rubbing gently at the base while you kitten lick the head. He pants and groans, bucking into your fist and subsequently your throat. The feeling of Jake’s dick pressed tight to your stretched hole makes you jolt forwards, and you face-fuck yourself on Bradley’s dick.
“Jesus,” He hisses, “You’re- you’re good at this, baby. C’mon, a- a little more, now.”
You let out a scream muffled by Bradley’s cock as Jake slides himself into your ass, dick grating delightfully tight against your rim. Once he bottoms out he sets a merciless pace, giving you no time to adjust before you’re being hammered into like he’s a feral animal.
“See that, Bradshaw?” Jake boasts, sending a hefty slap to your ass, “Told you she could do it. Perfect ass.”
“I see,” Bradley pants, hands tangled in your hair while you bob on his cock, “I- I’m gonna cum, honey.”
There’s barely any warning before the sight of Jake’s cock ramming into your ass gets to be too much for Bradley, but you don’t need it. You’re perfectly content to welcome his warm seed down your throat, letting it paint the inside of your mouth as you tongue him dry.
You don’t realize you’re using Bradley’s cock as a pacifier until he pushes at your forehead, hissing in oversensitivity, “Okay, okay! It’s too much,” He soothes you by sticking two of his slick-stained, thick fingers between your lips instead, “Here, honey. There y’go.”
Drool gathers at the seam of your lips and Bradley smears it away from your mouth, gathering it on his palm and licking it away. He groans at the taste, his own seed permeating your saliva, “Messy girl.”
Jake isn’t satisfied with his lack of action. Apparently, jackhammering into your ass isn’t quite enough for the guy, and he fists a hand in your hair to yank you upright with a grunt.
Bradley’s fingers slip from your lips with a pop and you cry out as Hangman manhandles you, pleasurable pain flooding your senses from the hair-pulling that start waves of a second orgasm swelling below your belly.
“Open,” Jake commands, keeping your neck bent backwards so that his face hovers over yours. You open your mouth without hesitation, and he spits inside.
Warm saliva, cooling quickly the more you stick your tongue out, pools by your throat. You eagerly swallow without being told,drool now seeping backwards down your face and towards your eyes. Jake licks it off with a broad, wet swipe of his tongue, and smears it against your lips.
The kiss is messy, upside-down and drooly, but it’s hot. Jake’s tongue licks against yours and his teeth nip at your bottom lip, a real spider-man style porno.
Your spine aches from being bent like a curly-q, but the ecstasy bleeding into your core is enough to push it to the back of your mind. You reach down to finger your clit, a whimper bleeding into Jake’s mouth at the action.
His southern drawl is stronger when he’s fucking, you note. It’s attractive.
“Not nothing,” Bradley volunteers, sticking his spit-soaked fingers up into your gaping cunt, “Cum, baby.”
You’re very good at following orders.
Your second orgasm hurts, in the best way. It tears you apart from the inside out, cunt clenching tight at Bradley’s fingers as he curls them inside of you. Jake bites hard at your lip as you ride out your second orgasm, and his dick twitches inside of you once, twice, three times before he’s letting himself go in tandem.
He fills you with warm cum, the substance gushing out of your gaped hole and oozing out around his own cock.
“Jesus fuck,” He snaps, the words an unintelligible grunt against your lips, “So tight, and so sexy.”
Bradley’s free hand braces itself on your stomach, and the touch doesn’t make you recoil like it normally would. It’s lewd, but being splattered with their cum really makes you believe that they’re not going to judge your body.
Instead you lean into the touch, letting Bradley embrace you as you come down from your high a moaning pile of mush.
“Slow,” You warn Jake, who’s never heard the word a day in his life. He follows directions, though, easing his dick out of you and making sure it doesn’t burn.
“We need another shower,” Bradley pants after a moment of fucked-out silence.
You nod, brain foggy, “Yeah. We- we can’t show up to the restaurant smelling like sex. They’ll know.”
--
As it turns out, you don’t need to smell like sex for everyone to know you’ve just had it. You show up forty-five minutes late, sweaty-faced and rosy-lipped, all slightly out of breath. Your dress is rumpled, and Bradley’s tie is haphazardly secured.
“Oh,” Phoenix grimaces, nose scrunching in disgust, “Gross, guys.”
“In my bathroom?” Penny looks aghast, “You better not have clogged the shower drain.”
“Easy,” Maverick throws a hand out over her own, “We’ve done it in there one too many times to judge.”
“Gross!” Payback rears away from the older pilot sitting next to him, “Everybody needs to stop getting laid, but if you do, don’t tell me about it!”
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Super soldier headcanons (chubby / plus size reader)
Look, you can't tell me these old men wouldn't prefer some curves. This fan fic idea has been eating at my brain for ages now so I had to get it out.
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers
Notes: I've been wanting to write something like this for ages, so if anyone likes this and would like to see similar headcanons / scenarios with other characters feel free to request so. Reader is kept as neutral as possible (apart from brief descriptions of potential features). English is not my first language. I wasn't sure how to set this up so I'm just going to do each of their opinions to like different features if that makes sense?
Slight nsfw warning I guess?
My master list
Just to start this off I want to say that both of them could 100% lift reader no matter how heavy or light. I mean not only are they jacked like shit they're also super soldiers
Chest
Bucky
I doubt he goes too wild for tits. Like yeah he appreciates them as much as the next guy but he has different preferences. Doesn't mean he won't sneak a squeeze here and there or gaze down a couple times if reader's outfit is particularly revealing.
Steve
Steve, on the other hand, strikes me as the biggest tits guy. This man worships them. He'll happily rest his head on them when cuddled up to reader or hold them at any chance he gets. This man goes wild at even the suggestion of showering together. Just so he can get a glimpse of them.
Ass
Bucky
Now this is more up Bucky's alley. Can't tell me he doesn't seem like the sort of man who would just casually have his hand on reader's ass at any chance he gets. Obviously he'll be polite in public but the moment they're alone? Oh he's all over them.
Steve
He probably likes a bit of everything. Not as much as he loves himself a good pair of tits but he knows how to worship someone's body overall. So while he's not the biggest fan out there he's still a fan of it.
Thighs
Bucky
Bucky? Oh Bucky would happily die suffocated between a nice big pair of thighs. This man loves resting on them, in-between them, squeezing them, kissing them. You name it. If the outfit reader is wearing reveals even a bit of thigh they're in for a ride (quite literally).
Steve
As much as I love to think of him as a freak I also believe he's very respectful. So yeah sure he'll have his hand resting on top of them, maybe squeeze them gently when sat besides reader in the car, maybe at a dinner out together if he can sneak a squeeze or two under the table. But that's about it.
Belly
Bucky
Oh he LOVES it. This man has had a life of harsh, dark, misery. Let him enjoy some warm softness. He loves resting his head on it, holding it while cuddling reader, kissing it, even fighting with Alpine over the soft spot he loves resting on.
Steve
Oh he adores it but he's too embarrassed to admit it. Not embarrassed in a cliche, anime sort of way. More in a, he's aware enjoying it isn't really a social norm so he's a bit ashamed of it in a way. Not that he thinks it's a bad feature. He's just not too sure of how to show he likes it without coming across as weird in a way.
Stretch marks
Bucky
This man was jacked even before the serum. But the serum made him BEEFY so you best believe he's got a couple of his own. Not many. Most of which are almost faded anyways. But they're there. And he's learnt to accept them. So he'll be damned if he has to sit around and watch reader hate something so natural about themselves. Hence why he always makes sure to show that he doesn't mind them by tracing them and placing soft pecks onto them
Steve
Steve on the other hand? Have you seen how small and scrawny he was before the serum? (Not that it's a bad thing I love pre serum Steve as much as I love post serum Steve) but I refuse to believe that man has gone through those changed without a whole bunch of stretch marks. I mean he practically had a huge growth spurt and gained a whole bunch of muscle all in like a couple of minutes, so he has his fair share of experiences with them. Which is why he wouldn't judge reader at all if they have them, even offering to show them his own if they feel particularly insecure about theirs.
summary: pulled inspo from this ask; reader and jaafar are trying to have quiet sex in the family house but jaafar finds is hard to do so
type/warnings: sub! jaafar x femdom black f! reader; mommy kink, m! praise, creampie, nipple play
word count: ~3241
author’s note: i’m gonna get “i ❤️ sub jaafar” as a tramp stamp bc this AWOKE something in me. in fact every time someone ask me to write something sub, it piques me interest IMMEDIATELY bc im like ?? well what if i 🫣 anyway, i hope yall like it <3
taglist: @cinnamoncunt , @lov3lylxvender , @honeyatsu , @luvsbia , @melaninjoys , @iith1um , @choc0ch1ps , @soimightlikeoldmen69 , @mrs-dylanobrien265 , @chloethefantastic , @theyluvkylaaa , @delictezz , @dollyvuu , @myah4livz , @szalipcombo , @swavydadon , @saintwrld (if you wanna me added to the taglist, leave a comment here)
dynamic origin
The bed creaked beneath you as you rode your boyfriend, the bedroom lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Your hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, grinding against him as quiet breaths slipped between your teeth.
You teased him with your slow measured movements, your body rolled in waves as your chest heaved, when his hand reached up to grab at your breast, you intercepted it,
“Be patient,” you trailed his hand down your body to your throbbing bud, he immediately took action. Your head fell back in ecstasy.
“Fuck , right there baby” you let out with a deep exhale.
Jaafar stared up at you, desire burning in his eyes as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth.
"You look so sexy, baby," he murmured, his voice rough and low.
A smile tugged at your lips as your hands wandered over your own body before planting themselves against his chest. You pushed yourself up on your knees, picking up the pace until the room filled with the steady rhythm of skin against skin. A breathless moan escaped you, your head falling forward as he reached deeper in your cervix with every movement.
His hands found your waist to ground you, then slid lower, squeezing your ass and guiding your pace, helping you keep the rhythm before your own movements tired you out.
You fell into him breathless but still wanting more. You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear.
“Keep going baby, for me,”
A weak, breathy whimper fell from his lips. You could feel the fatigue creeping into every movement, but he kept thrusting anyway, driven by nothing more than your quiet request.
He stared slow, the sound of your wetness filling the room as he groaned out. You moans turned into coos as he fucked you slow.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet…I’m gonna cum”, Jaafar was so weak and breathless in your ear. You could feel his torso spasming under you.
“Keep going baby, hold it…just for me”
Another shaky whimper escaped him, laced with effort. His body trembled beneath you, but the moment you asked, he dug deep, hips stuttering before finding their rhythm again.
"Does that feel good?", you leaned up to look him in his eyes.
His answer came instantly.
"Yeah."
You smiled, diving back down to kiss his neck. You lips were pursed on his warm flesh before your tongue pushed through rolling over his favorite spot by his ear.
He grunted.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm."
You rocked against him, meeting his movements, watching the way his expression kept unraveling beneath you.
His eyes fluttered, unfocused for a second.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
Your voice came out steadier than you expected.
Your hips slowed. Not stopping or changing. More deliberate now. More intentional.
His gaze snapped back to you like he’d been pulled there.
A fire lit in your chest.
It wasnt just how he looked at you, but what he looked like when he listened.
The way his breath caught when you spoke like that. The way his body seemed to hesitate for just a second before obeying you, like he was waiting for permission to let go.
Your hands drifted from his chest to his face almost absentmindedly, brushing his jaw, holding him there.
He kissed your palms once. Then again, softer this time, like instinct.
Your touch trailed down his neck, slower now, testing something you didn’t fully name yet.
Your hand rested there for a moment. Still and grounding.
His pupils darkened.
He was waiting.
Like he wanted you to decide.
You didn’t go further. Not yet.
But the need in his gaze settled somewhere under your skin anyway, warm and insistent, shifting something inside you, something that liked being the one he looked to like that.
Your control returned without you even choosing it.
“Look at me,” you said again, quieter this time, firmer.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
And he did.
“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, voice low and steady as you kept your pace measured—intentional now, like you were learning him as much as he was unraveling beneath you.
“You feel so good,” you added softly, watching his expression tighten at your words. “So hard for me.”
His breath hitched immediately.
A broken sound slipped out of him, half whine, half plea, as his hands clenched at your waist like he was trying to ground himself in something real.
You could feel it in the way his body stuttered beneath you. He was close. Too close. Fighting it in a way that wasn’t really resistance at all, more like endurance for your sake.
“Don’t stop,” you said, quieter now, leaning in just enough for your voice to land directly in him. “Stay with me.”
That did it.
His head tipped back for a second, a strained whimper escaping as he tried, and failed, to keep his control steady.
You slowed just enough to make him feel it. To make him feel you choosing the pace.
“You wanna cum for me, baby?”
His eyes locked onto yours, desperate. “Yes, Y/N, I—”
You cut him off immediately.
“Mhm. What’s my name?”
He hesitated, his gaze flickering over your face like he was searching for permission, reassurance, something to hold onto before he said it out loud.
You gave him a small nod, eyes steady on his, hungry for his answer.
Your hips didn’t slow. If anything, you only teased him more, dragging it out, watching him unravel under the control of your pace.
His breath stuttered.
“…Yes, Mommy. I wanna cum.”
Your eyes fluttered shut for a second at the name, something sharp and electric tightening in your chest as it spurred you on.
———
The Jackson house in Encino had finally settled into silence.
The whole family had come into town for a week-long staycation, filling the house with constant laughter, music, card games, and someone always wandering into the kitchen looking for a late-night snack.
Now, the halls were quiet.
After a long evening spent around the patio table sharing dinner, drinks, and stories with Jaafar and his brothers, the two of you had finally slipped away to your room.
You'd promised yourself all evening that the wine wasn't going to get the better of either of you.
His parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and everyone’s rooms were scattered around you. This was hardly the setting for losing your self-control.
Unfortunately, neither of you had accounted for Jaafar after a couple glasses of wine.
A needy, lovesick mess who seemed physically incapable of going more than a few seconds without touching you.
It started innocently enough.
The two of you sat side by side against the headboard, you absentmindedly scrolling through your phone while he leaned comfortably against your shoulder.
At some point, he took of his pants and returned to bed in his briefs and a t-shirt. You slipped of your panties but kept your dress on. Ypu both knew the inentivatable was coming.
Without a word, he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
Soft, lingering kisses brushed against your skin, so light they were almost teasing.
You smiled to yourself but made a point not to acknowledge him, continuing to scroll as though you hadn't noticed.
His response was immediate.
His hand drifted to your thigh, resting there warmly while his lips found the sensitive spot just beneath your ear again.
Your eyes fluttered for the briefest moment.
He noticed.
Of course he noticed.
A quiet, satisfied smile spread against your skin before he pressed one more absentminded kiss there, clearly pleased with himself.
“Please,” Jaafar whispered into your neck, it was both a question and a plea. He wanted you in a way he couldn't control.
You kissed him back gently but could feel him intensifying as his kiss got more eager.
More desperate.
More needy.
It made you want him more, wanted to spur him on. Your hand drifted down his chest to his pants, you felt him through his pants. He was hard, you could feel him throbbing through the fabric. The instant contact made him moan into your mouth. You smiled against his lips, continuing your motion.
He started grinding against your hand. It was subtle but he rocked ever so gently into your touch, he was frantic for you to undo him.
“Do you want me baby?” you asked him, lips just inches from his.
He nodded, his eyes were dark with need. You loved the way the low light in his room made him look. His bronzed caramel skin made you want to devour him.
You bit your lip as you smiled, “Say it”, going back in for a kiss, your tongue dominating his as he welcomed it.
“Please mommy,”
In an instant you climbed on top of him to straddle, lips still intertwined in a kiss while your hand caressed his face.
You kissed deeply, he let your tongue dominate him as you sucked his lip drawing a moan from him. You pulled down the straps of your dress slowly, his chest heaved as his eyes grew. He bit his lip, he was hungry for you but you still wanted to pace him.
He looked at you like he was waiting.
Not impatient.
Hopeful.
Like he was content to let you decide what happened next.
You smiled to yourself.
"You’re so pretty when you listen."
His breath caught as you kissed him tenderly, “make me feel good baby”, you commanded softly.
Instantly his lips found young your nipples. He sucked tenderly and his eyes shut. His tongue folded over your tense nipples.
Your fingers ran through hair, gripping his curls lightly as you caressed his head. Holding him in place as he suckled. He moaned onto you alternating between breast until his lips were slick and he was hard just beneath you.
You adjusted yourself so your heat lined up against him, the contact alone made him weak but you teased him with gentle movements that made twitch under you.
You brought him up into a kiss, and he met you eagerly, like he'd been waiting for it. He chased your lips, greedy for every second you gave him.
Without breaking the kiss, you shifted slightly, taking one of his hands in yours. Your fingers intertwined before you slowly guided it beneath the hem of your dress, settling it where you wanted it.
The moment he realized what you were doing, his breathing hitched. His eyes searched yours, wide with anticipation, before his gaze softened.
"Do you feel how wet you make me, baby?"
A quiet whimper caught in his throat. His lips parted, his thumb instinctively rubbing small circles on your bud.
"Mmmhmm."
You smiled at how quickly he answered, keeping his hand exactly where you wanted it. Your eyes fluttered as you bit your lip.
"You want me to make you feel good, baby?"
His eyes were fixed on you, seeing how you reacted to his touch. His answered, his voice was already pleading.
"Yes, Mommy... please."
The desperation in his voice made your smile grow. You brushed your thumb across his cheek, waiting until he looked at you again.
"But you have to be quiet." Your voice softened into something almost teasing. "Can you be quiet for me, baby?"
He swallowed hard, determination replacing the haze in his eyes. He gave you a small, earnest nod before answering.
"Yes, Mommy." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I can be quiet."
You shifted and aligned yourself against him. His gaze flicked upward toward the ceiling as he tried to steady himself, to hold back-but that kind of restraint was never really going to work for you.
"No, no, baby," you murmured, tilting his focus back to you. "I want you to see me take you in. Keep your eyes on me."
His breath caught.
Slowly, deliberately, you lowered yourself, letting him sink into you inch by inch. His tip, already dripping with precum, parted you slowly as you lowered onto him. You locked eyes with each other, you let out a shaky moan as he filled you. His eyes stayed locked on yours now, wide and unblinking, like he was afraid looking away would make him lose control completely.
A soft, breathy moan slipped from you as you settled fully.
“You’re so big, baby,” you murmured, praise warm in your voice. “You fit me so well.”
His eyes widened, glassy and overwhelmed, like he was barely holding himself together. The effort it took for him to stay quiet only made it worse, his restraint tightening with every second you drew it out.
You should have wanted him still. Controlled. Quiet
But you loved this part too much.
The way he fought it. The way he unraveled for you anyway. You loved when he was a needy whiney mess because of you. For you.
A slow smile pulled at your lips as you began to move, hips rolling in a steady, measured rhythm. Intentional. Unhurried. Drawn out. You could how tense he was under you, how much the restraint was affecting him, how patience became something unbearable when it came from you.
“Fuck—” His voice cracked, breath ragged as it spilled out of him. “Mommy, you’re so— you feel so good.”
His chest rose sharply, like he’d been holding his breath for too long.
“Oh baby, I know”, you soothed him only to speed up your movements and tease him more. You thumb stroked his cheek.
“Try harder baby”, your fingers raked through his hair, “be a good boy, you can do it”, you grabbed at a tuft at the crown of his head, “you can be quiet for me right?”
The grab was tight enough to make him wince but light enough to be gentle and endearing.
“Yes mommy, I can”, Jaafar’s voice was light as his hands found you hips to ground you and himself in the moment.
You shifted up onto your feet and began bouncing on him, setting a steady rhythm. His breath turned uneven almost immediately, a sharp exhale slipping through his nose as he struggled to stay composed.
The soft sound of skin meeting skin filled the space between you, grounding you both in the moment.
You let your voice guide him through it, gentle but steady.
“You look so good when I ride you.”
His chest rose sharply, but he didn’t interrupt you.
“You’re such a good boy… you’re doing so well.”
A faint whimper slipped out of him at that, his hands tightening where they held you as if he was trying to anchor himself.
“You feel so big,” you continued, voice softening into something breathy and teasing. “I’m gonna cum all over you, baby.”
That was enough to shake him loose.
You shifted back down onto your knees, repositioning him with you in a fluid motion.
“Be a good boy and fuck me, baby.”
Instantly, his control snapped. His arms wrapped around you as his hips surged upward, meeting you with urgent, unrestrained movements.
You bit down lightly on his shoulder to steady yourself as he took over, his pace rougher now, more desperate.
His sounds turned low and guttural, threaded with broken whines he couldn’t fully hold back. You could feel it building in him. It was fast and uncontrollable.
“Are you ready to cum for me, baby?” you asked softly, breath warm against his ear. “Do you want to cum for Mommy?”
“Mmhmm,” he managed, barely coherent, still clinging to the last threads of control you’d given him earlier.
You eased out of his grip just enough to shift him back against the headboard.
“Good boy.”
You planted your knees again and lowered yourself back onto him, this time riding him with a more vertical, deliberate rhythm. Each movement pulled a sharper reaction from him, his breath breaking further with every rise and fall.
From this angle, everything deepened. The contact, the tension, the way his body reacted to you.
His hands found you again instinctively.
“Fuck, baby… I want you to fill me up.”
His hands stayed locked on your hips, holding you like he couldn’t afford to let go. There was something unsteady in his gaze now. It was open, desperate, barely held together.
“P…please, Mommy…”
The words came out broken and breathless, carrying an ache that made your chest tighten. It was exactly where you wanted him: unraveling beneath you, needy, devoted, completely consumed by you.
“Use your words,” you murmured, keeping your rhythm steady as you looked down at him. “What do you need?”
He swallowed hard, eyes searching yours like he was holding onto you with nothing else.
“Can I… please…” His voice cracked. “Can I cum for you, Mommy?”
The honesty in it sent a rush through you. You were close too, so close your breath had gone shallow, your focus narrowing until it was just him, just this moment between you.
“Yes, baby,” you breathed, voice low and certain. “Cum for me.”
That was all it took.
His grip tightened instantly, his body tensing before he broke completely. A strained sound slipped out of him as he lost control, unable to hold it back any longer.
You stayed with him through it, steadying him, guiding the moment instead of letting it overwhelm either of you.
When it passed, the tension in his body softened. He immediately pulled you closer, almost instinctively, burying his face against your shoulder as if he needed the contact to come back down.
Soft, scattered kisses followed, less frantic now, more grounding than anything else.
You wrapped your arms around him and held him there, both of your breathing slowly evening out as the intensity faded into something quieter, warm, and lingering between you.
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summary: pulled inspo from this ask; reader and jaafar are trying to have quiet sex in the family house but jaafar finds is hard to do so
type/warnings: sub! jaafar x femdom black f! reader; mommy kink, m! praise, creampie, nipple play
word count: ~3241
author’s note: i’m gonna get “i ❤️ sub jaafar” as a tramp stamp bc this AWOKE something in me. in fact every time someone ask me to write something sub, it piques me interest IMMEDIATELY bc im like ?? well what if i 🫣 anyway, i hope yall like it <3
taglist: @cinnamoncunt , @lov3lylxvender , @honeyatsu , @luvsbia , @melaninjoys , @iith1um , @choc0ch1ps , @soimightlikeoldmen69 , @mrs-dylanobrien265 , @chloethefantastic , @theyluvkylaaa , @delictezz , @dollyvuu , @myah4livz , @szalipcombo , @swavydadon , @saintwrld (if you wanna me added to the taglist, leave a comment here)
dynamic origin
The bed creaked beneath you as you rode your boyfriend, the bedroom lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Your hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, grinding against him as quiet breaths slipped between your teeth.
You teased him with your slow measured movements, your body rolled in waves as your chest heaved, when his hand reached up to grab at your breast, you intercepted it,
“Be patient,” you trailed his hand down your body to your throbbing bud, he immediately took action. Your head fell back in ecstasy.
“Fuck , right there baby” you let out with a deep exhale.
Jaafar stared up at you, desire burning in his eyes as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth.
"You look so sexy, baby," he murmured, his voice rough and low.
A smile tugged at your lips as your hands wandered over your own body before planting themselves against his chest. You pushed yourself up on your knees, picking up the pace until the room filled with the steady rhythm of skin against skin. A breathless moan escaped you, your head falling forward as he reached deeper in your cervix with every movement.
His hands found your waist to ground you, then slid lower, squeezing your ass and guiding your pace, helping you keep the rhythm before your own movements tired you out.
You fell into him breathless but still wanting more. You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear.
“Keep going baby, for me,”
A weak, breathy whimper fell from his lips. You could feel the fatigue creeping into every movement, but he kept thrusting anyway, driven by nothing more than your quiet request.
He stared slow, the sound of your wetness filling the room as he groaned out. You moans turned into coos as he fucked you slow.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet…I’m gonna cum”, Jaafar was so weak and breathless in your ear. You could feel his torso spasming under you.
“Keep going baby, hold it…just for me”
Another shaky whimper escaped him, laced with effort. His body trembled beneath you, but the moment you asked, he dug deep, hips stuttering before finding their rhythm again.
"Does that feel good?", you leaned up to look him in his eyes.
His answer came instantly.
"Yeah."
You smiled, diving back down to kiss his neck. You lips were pursed on his warm flesh before your tongue pushed through rolling over his favorite spot by his ear.
He grunted.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm."
You rocked against him, meeting his movements, watching the way his expression kept unraveling beneath you.
His eyes fluttered, unfocused for a second.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
Your voice came out steadier than you expected.
Your hips slowed. Not stopping or changing. More deliberate now. More intentional.
His gaze snapped back to you like he’d been pulled there.
A fire lit in your chest.
It wasnt just how he looked at you, but what he looked like when he listened.
The way his breath caught when you spoke like that. The way his body seemed to hesitate for just a second before obeying you, like he was waiting for permission to let go.
Your hands drifted from his chest to his face almost absentmindedly, brushing his jaw, holding him there.
He kissed your palms once. Then again, softer this time, like instinct.
Your touch trailed down his neck, slower now, testing something you didn’t fully name yet.
Your hand rested there for a moment. Still and grounding.
His pupils darkened.
He was waiting.
Like he wanted you to decide.
You didn’t go further. Not yet.
But the need in his gaze settled somewhere under your skin anyway, warm and insistent, shifting something inside you, something that liked being the one he looked to like that.
Your control returned without you even choosing it.
“Look at me,” you said again, quieter this time, firmer.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
And he did.
“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, voice low and steady as you kept your pace measured—intentional now, like you were learning him as much as he was unraveling beneath you.
“You feel so good,” you added softly, watching his expression tighten at your words. “So hard for me.”
His breath hitched immediately.
A broken sound slipped out of him, half whine, half plea, as his hands clenched at your waist like he was trying to ground himself in something real.
You could feel it in the way his body stuttered beneath you. He was close. Too close. Fighting it in a way that wasn’t really resistance at all, more like endurance for your sake.
“Don’t stop,” you said, quieter now, leaning in just enough for your voice to land directly in him. “Stay with me.”
That did it.
His head tipped back for a second, a strained whimper escaping as he tried, and failed, to keep his control steady.
You slowed just enough to make him feel it. To make him feel you choosing the pace.
“You wanna cum for me, baby?”
His eyes locked onto yours, desperate. “Yes, Y/N, I—”
You cut him off immediately.
“Mhm. What’s my name?”
He hesitated, his gaze flickering over your face like he was searching for permission, reassurance, something to hold onto before he said it out loud.
You gave him a small nod, eyes steady on his, hungry for his answer.
Your hips didn’t slow. If anything, you only teased him more, dragging it out, watching him unravel under the control of your pace.
His breath stuttered.
“…Yes, Mommy. I wanna cum.”
Your eyes fluttered shut for a second at the name, something sharp and electric tightening in your chest as it spurred you on.
———
The Jackson house in Encino had finally settled into silence.
The whole family had come into town for a week-long staycation, filling the house with constant laughter, music, card games, and someone always wandering into the kitchen looking for a late-night snack.
Now, the halls were quiet.
After a long evening spent around the patio table sharing dinner, drinks, and stories with Jaafar and his brothers, the two of you had finally slipped away to your room.
You'd promised yourself all evening that the wine wasn't going to get the better of either of you.
His parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and everyone’s rooms were scattered around you. This was hardly the setting for losing your self-control.
Unfortunately, neither of you had accounted for Jaafar after a couple glasses of wine.
A needy, lovesick mess who seemed physically incapable of going more than a few seconds without touching you.
It started innocently enough.
The two of you sat side by side against the headboard, you absentmindedly scrolling through your phone while he leaned comfortably against your shoulder.
At some point, he took of his pants and returned to bed in his briefs and a t-shirt. You slipped of your panties but kept your dress on. Ypu both knew the inentivatable was coming.
Without a word, he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
Soft, lingering kisses brushed against your skin, so light they were almost teasing.
You smiled to yourself but made a point not to acknowledge him, continuing to scroll as though you hadn't noticed.
His response was immediate.
His hand drifted to your thigh, resting there warmly while his lips found the sensitive spot just beneath your ear again.
Your eyes fluttered for the briefest moment.
He noticed.
Of course he noticed.
A quiet, satisfied smile spread against your skin before he pressed one more absentminded kiss there, clearly pleased with himself.
“Please,” Jaafar whispered into your neck, it was both a question and a plea. He wanted you in a way he couldn't control.
You kissed him back gently but could feel him intensifying as his kiss got more eager.
More desperate.
More needy.
It made you want him more, wanted to spur him on. Your hand drifted down his chest to his pants, you felt him through his pants. He was hard, you could feel him throbbing through the fabric. The instant contact made him moan into your mouth. You smiled against his lips, continuing your motion.
He started grinding against your hand. It was subtle but he rocked ever so gently into your touch, he was frantic for you to undo him.
“Do you want me baby?” you asked him, lips just inches from his.
He nodded, his eyes were dark with need. You loved the way the low light in his room made him look. His bronzed caramel skin made you want to devour him.
You bit your lip as you smiled, “Say it”, going back in for a kiss, your tongue dominating his as he welcomed it.
“Please mommy,”
In an instant you climbed on top of him to straddle, lips still intertwined in a kiss while your hand caressed his face.
You kissed deeply, he let your tongue dominate him as you sucked his lip drawing a moan from him. You pulled down the straps of your dress slowly, his chest heaved as his eyes grew. He bit his lip, he was hungry for you but you still wanted to pace him.
He looked at you like he was waiting.
Not impatient.
Hopeful.
Like he was content to let you decide what happened next.
You smiled to yourself.
"You’re so pretty when you listen."
His breath caught as you kissed him tenderly, “make me feel good baby”, you commanded softly.
Instantly his lips found young your nipples. He sucked tenderly and his eyes shut. His tongue folded over your tense nipples.
Your fingers ran through hair, gripping his curls lightly as you caressed his head. Holding him in place as he suckled. He moaned onto you alternating between breast until his lips were slick and he was hard just beneath you.
You adjusted yourself so your heat lined up against him, the contact alone made him weak but you teased him with gentle movements that made twitch under you.
You brought him up into a kiss, and he met you eagerly, like he'd been waiting for it. He chased your lips, greedy for every second you gave him.
Without breaking the kiss, you shifted slightly, taking one of his hands in yours. Your fingers intertwined before you slowly guided it beneath the hem of your dress, settling it where you wanted it.
The moment he realized what you were doing, his breathing hitched. His eyes searched yours, wide with anticipation, before his gaze softened.
"Do you feel how wet you make me, baby?"
A quiet whimper caught in his throat. His lips parted, his thumb instinctively rubbing small circles on your bud.
"Mmmhmm."
You smiled at how quickly he answered, keeping his hand exactly where you wanted it. Your eyes fluttered as you bit your lip.
"You want me to make you feel good, baby?"
His eyes were fixed on you, seeing how you reacted to his touch. His answered, his voice was already pleading.
"Yes, Mommy... please."
The desperation in his voice made your smile grow. You brushed your thumb across his cheek, waiting until he looked at you again.
"But you have to be quiet." Your voice softened into something almost teasing. "Can you be quiet for me, baby?"
He swallowed hard, determination replacing the haze in his eyes. He gave you a small, earnest nod before answering.
"Yes, Mommy." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I can be quiet."
You shifted and aligned yourself against him. His gaze flicked upward toward the ceiling as he tried to steady himself, to hold back-but that kind of restraint was never really going to work for you.
"No, no, baby," you murmured, tilting his focus back to you. "I want you to see me take you in. Keep your eyes on me."
His breath caught.
Slowly, deliberately, you lowered yourself, letting him sink into you inch by inch. His tip, already dripping with precum, parted you slowly as you lowered onto him. You locked eyes with each other, you let out a shaky moan as he filled you. His eyes stayed locked on yours now, wide and unblinking, like he was afraid looking away would make him lose control completely.
A soft, breathy moan slipped from you as you settled fully.
“You’re so big, baby,” you murmured, praise warm in your voice. “You fit me so well.”
His eyes widened, glassy and overwhelmed, like he was barely holding himself together. The effort it took for him to stay quiet only made it worse, his restraint tightening with every second you drew it out.
You should have wanted him still. Controlled. Quiet
But you loved this part too much.
The way he fought it. The way he unraveled for you anyway. You loved when he was a needy whiney mess because of you. For you.
A slow smile pulled at your lips as you began to move, hips rolling in a steady, measured rhythm. Intentional. Unhurried. Drawn out. You could how tense he was under you, how much the restraint was affecting him, how patience became something unbearable when it came from you.
“Fuck—” His voice cracked, breath ragged as it spilled out of him. “Mommy, you’re so— you feel so good.”
His chest rose sharply, like he’d been holding his breath for too long.
“Oh baby, I know”, you soothed him only to speed up your movements and tease him more. You thumb stroked his cheek.
“Try harder baby”, your fingers raked through his hair, “be a good boy, you can do it”, you grabbed at a tuft at the crown of his head, “you can be quiet for me right?”
The grab was tight enough to make him wince but light enough to be gentle and endearing.
“Yes mommy, I can”, Jaafar’s voice was light as his hands found you hips to ground you and himself in the moment.
You shifted up onto your feet and began bouncing on him, setting a steady rhythm. His breath turned uneven almost immediately, a sharp exhale slipping through his nose as he struggled to stay composed.
The soft sound of skin meeting skin filled the space between you, grounding you both in the moment.
You let your voice guide him through it, gentle but steady.
“You look so good when I ride you.”
His chest rose sharply, but he didn’t interrupt you.
“You’re such a good boy… you’re doing so well.”
A faint whimper slipped out of him at that, his hands tightening where they held you as if he was trying to anchor himself.
“You feel so big,” you continued, voice softening into something breathy and teasing. “I’m gonna cum all over you, baby.”
That was enough to shake him loose.
You shifted back down onto your knees, repositioning him with you in a fluid motion.
“Be a good boy and fuck me, baby.”
Instantly, his control snapped. His arms wrapped around you as his hips surged upward, meeting you with urgent, unrestrained movements.
You bit down lightly on his shoulder to steady yourself as he took over, his pace rougher now, more desperate.
His sounds turned low and guttural, threaded with broken whines he couldn’t fully hold back. You could feel it building in him. It was fast and uncontrollable.
“Are you ready to cum for me, baby?” you asked softly, breath warm against his ear. “Do you want to cum for Mommy?”
“Mmhmm,” he managed, barely coherent, still clinging to the last threads of control you’d given him earlier.
You eased out of his grip just enough to shift him back against the headboard.
“Good boy.”
You planted your knees again and lowered yourself back onto him, this time riding him with a more vertical, deliberate rhythm. Each movement pulled a sharper reaction from him, his breath breaking further with every rise and fall.
From this angle, everything deepened. The contact, the tension, the way his body reacted to you.
His hands found you again instinctively.
“Fuck, baby… I want you to fill me up.”
His hands stayed locked on your hips, holding you like he couldn’t afford to let go. There was something unsteady in his gaze now. It was open, desperate, barely held together.
“P…please, Mommy…”
The words came out broken and breathless, carrying an ache that made your chest tighten. It was exactly where you wanted him: unraveling beneath you, needy, devoted, completely consumed by you.
“Use your words,” you murmured, keeping your rhythm steady as you looked down at him. “What do you need?”
He swallowed hard, eyes searching yours like he was holding onto you with nothing else.
“Can I… please…” His voice cracked. “Can I cum for you, Mommy?”
The honesty in it sent a rush through you. You were close too, so close your breath had gone shallow, your focus narrowing until it was just him, just this moment between you.
“Yes, baby,” you breathed, voice low and certain. “Cum for me.”
That was all it took.
His grip tightened instantly, his body tensing before he broke completely. A strained sound slipped out of him as he lost control, unable to hold it back any longer.
You stayed with him through it, steadying him, guiding the moment instead of letting it overwhelm either of you.
When it passed, the tension in his body softened. He immediately pulled you closer, almost instinctively, burying his face against your shoulder as if he needed the contact to come back down.
Soft, scattered kisses followed, less frantic now, more grounding than anything else.
You wrapped your arms around him and held him there, both of your breathing slowly evening out as the intensity faded into something quieter, warm, and lingering between you.
