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The wives at the Sanctuary hated you, Negan’s wives to be exact. Especially Sherry. How could you have known that when Negan and his men saved you from a herd that you would become his favourite wife? It wasn’t like you tried, you had simply wanted to be his without an ultimatum. It definitely wasn’t your fault that he declared you the favourite, treating you differently than the other wives and bumping them down from his radar. 

Negan had noticed that you wanted to be his wife, unlike the others. He started noticing the differences. Of course, he wasn’t going to drop them though. He didn’t with his first wife, so you weren’t going to be any different in that department. He wasn’t a loyal man, but he was a generous one. 

You had been sitting alone at a table in the cafeteria, which wasn’t really allowed as the wives were supposed to all sit together. But seeing as they hated you, it was safer to at least have lunch by yourself. You were so focused on pushing the food around with your fork that you didn’t notice the leader, your husband walking in. His gaze first landed on the wives table, brows furrowing when he saw you weren’t there, but the women had perked up. Negan wasn’t stupid, they had only started doing that when they realised, he had favoured you over them. 

He ignored them, instead his eyes roamed around the room until he found you at a small table in the corner. Hiding away from everyone, his long legs carried him as he strides over there, his brows still furrowed and a frown on his lips. “Shit babydoll. What’re you doing sitting all the way over here? Alone too.” He glared, but you could feel that it wasn’t directed towards you. He was probably wondering why one of his men didn’t follow you and at least hang around, because he sure as fuck didn’t think his other wives needed around ten of his men at their table. 

You looked up from your food, eyes wide and the movements of your fork stopped. “Uh…” Your gaze had moved to the side, seeing the other wives glaring before you looked back into his. Being his wife only protected you from certain things, but it didn’t protect you from the other wives. You had to come up with an excuse, knowing it would only end badly if the women found out you outed them. “I wanted to be alone today…” You played with the hem of your short chocolate-brown dress, a small split on the side. Being Negan’s favourite meant you didn’t have to wear a black dress like the other wives, sometimes you did if there was an extremely pretty dress in that colour, but other times you liked wearing something that separated you from them.

Today you decided to wear something simple, not feeling the need to dress up and also making sure to wear something you could run in just in case there was the need to. Being smart enough to either carry an extra pair of clothes with you or even stuffing some in hidden spots so you wouldn’t have to always run in a dress. Negan had been so busy with another group that you didn’t think you’d be seeing him, if you knew then you would’ve dressed up a bit more, you liked looking nice for him. 

Negan’s eyes roam your face, watching as your eyes dart around and away from him, your plump bottom lip being chewed by your teeth. He knew you were lying. He leaned back a bit with his bat over his shoulder as usual. “Well shit, Sweetness. You wanna tell me why you’re lying?” He leans forward when you look down, placing one hand on the table. He doesn’t need to look to know that his other wives are smirking, thinking you’re going to get into trouble for sitting way over here. “You better tell me, babydoll or I’m going to fuck you on this table while everybody watches.” He smirks as you squirm in your seat, now looking up at him with big wide eyes and a pout.

You weren’t opposed to the idea, but there was no way you were going to tell him the truth because nothing would be done about it and it would end up worse for you.

“Not gonna tell me, sweetness?” He stares down at you hungrily, lust swirling in his eyes as he pictures taking you in front of everyone. Usually, Negan isn’t the type of man to let people see what’s his. But he’s willing to do this to show certain people that no matter what, they will never be better than you. “Stand for me, sugar.” Negan had so many pet names for you, it wasn’t funny. That’s also another thing added onto why the wives hated you, they only ever were called by their first name or by number. 

You stand, legs a bit wobbly as you realise what’s to come. Negan walks around the table, pushing the food tray away before he stands behind you completely, pressing up against you. You bite down on your bottom lip as he leans forward and whispers into your ear. “You’re going to bend over for me, babydoll and I’m gonna fuck you, do you understand?” You nod, clouds of lust cover your eyes. Negan brings his bat around, hovering it over your throat. “Words, Princess. You know the drill.” 

“Y–Yes, Daddy…” A whimper slips from your lips as you bend over the table, your dress riding up against Negan. Everyone’s eyes are already on what’s happening, you could practically feel the wives anger from here. 

Negan smirks, he places his bat down on the table and grips your arse through your dress. “Shit, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy all fuckin’ day.” He presses his bulge against you, rocking into you. Negan groans, lifting your dress and moving your knickers to the side, he licks his lips at the sight. “Well, ain’t this the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” 

Your cheeks heat up as he says that loud enough for everyone to hear. Negan makes quick work of his belt and zipper, already pulling out his thick cock. You moan, burying your face into your arms as he rubs his cock against your pussy before lining up with your entrance and pushing in with a groan. 

“Daddy!” You gasp, pushing back against him. You don’t think you’d ever get used to his size.

He presses his hand against your lower back as he begins to pound into you. Negan looks around with a smirk, fucking you like this in front of everyone feels fucking fantastic. He continues to fuck you harder and faster while he looks over at the other wives, enjoying the looks of anger on their faces, knowing that out of all of them, you’re the one he’s claiming in front of everyone. 

“Shit! You feel good, sweetness!” Negan grunts, looking down at you. His hands grip your hips, pulling you back against him. Your moans fill the room, and you reach out to grip onto the table. You can already feel your orgasm building up, your eyes roll back when Negan pounds into your g-spot. “You like this, babydoll?” He groans, gripping you tighter. “Of course you do. You love your Daddy.” 

You nod, whining. “Yes! Yes! I love my Daddy!” You moan, clenching around him. 

“I’m going to put a fucking baby in you, sweetheart.” He growls, leaning over you, fucking harder into you. “Gonna be mine for-fucking-ever. Get you all round with my child, show everyone you’re my fucking favourite!” 

Your pussy squeezes him, sucking him in deeper as you cum hard. “Yes, Daddy! Ohh…” 

Negan groans, head tilting back and eyes falling shut as your pussy squeezes his cock. “Shit, sweetheart!” He buries himself deep inside of you, feeling thick amounts of cum shooting out of his cock, filling you to the brim. Negan presses a kiss to the back of your head before pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. You shakily stand and fix your dress while he picks his bat back up and wraps an arm around your waist. “Aight! Get back to work ya fucking pieces of shit! I’m goin’ go fuck my wife some more!” 

You cling to him as he walks you out of the cafeteria. “I wasn’t lying bout making ya round with my child.” He whispers into your ear, smirking when you whimper. “And I’ll deal with the others.” He squeezes your side, thinking of all the ways he could punish the other wives for treating you like shit.

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You bounced happily into the girls locker room, having just finished cheer practice. Your skirt sways dangerously high with each movement but you barely notice or don’t care. You head over to your locker and open it, humming softly to yourself as you begin to gather your things. 

“Hey bunny.” You let out a soft squeal, spinning around. Your eyes widen when you spot Jennifer leaning against the locker behind you. Everything about her is perfect as always and you feel your cheeks heat up the longer you look at her. 

“H-hi!” You stutter without meaning to. You clear your throat before you continue. “You weren’t at practice today!” You pout, looking at the literal goddess in front of you. 

Jennifer smirks, she pushes off of the locker and moves closer to you. “Were you looking for me, bunny?” 

Your eyes widen and your heart begins to beat faster. You didn’t know how to respond or you couldn’t? Your mind suddenly felt fuzzy the closer she got. 

She reaches out, brushing her fingers against your cheerleading uniform. Your breath hitches as they move down and play with the hem of your very short skirt. “I like the uniform on you, bunny.” 

Your cheeks burn, “Thank–”

Jennifer leans closer, cutting you off. “Take it off.” 

You blink, your heart stutters and you think you misheard her because suddenly your ears are ringing and your whole body feels fuzzy. 

She tugs on your skirt. “Now, bunny. Take it off, now.” 

A whimper slips from your lips at her words and you begin to shakily remove your cheerleading uniform as she steps back to give you some space. Her eyes watch your movements, scanning your body with a smirk as the last piece of your clothing hits the floor.

“Such a pretty little bunny.” Jennifer sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, taking a step closer to you again. Your body now pressed up against the locker, she presses her fully clothed body against yours. Her fingers touch underneath your chin, tilting your head up to capture your lips with hers. You whimper again, her lips are so soft and taste of strawberries. 

Jennifer’s lips move slowly against yours, her tongue swiping against your bottom one before sliding it inside of your mouth. She likes the effect she has on you, her other hand moves to cup one of your breasts. Your knees buckle as she begins to play with your nipple, her fingers skilled. Jennifer pulls away and your lips chase after hers, causing her to let out a small chuckle. “You’re so cute, bunny.” She boops your nose with a smirk.

Your back arches slightly as her hand begins to slide down your body, she watches you as her fingers find their way between your legs. You gasp softly as Jennifer begins to slowly rub your puffy clit before your head rolls back and you moan. She moves closer again, continuing to rub your clit as her lips find yours, bringing you into a deep kiss at the same time as she slides her fingers inside of you. 

“Oh…” You whimper against her lips, hands grabbing anywhere they can as Jennifer begins to finger you, curling her fingers to hit the spot that makes you see stars while her thumb continues its work on your swollen clit.

“That’s a good bunny.” Jennifer sucks your bottom lip into her mouth as she picks up her pace, holding you against her as your knees buckle and your eyes begin to roll back. Her lips leave yours causing you to let out a whine followed by a moan as she begins to kiss and suck on your neck. 

Her fingers curl again and you gasp, your walls fluttering around them. “Are you going to be a good bunny and cum for me?” Jennifer continues to mark your neck, sending tingles throughout your body. You moan softly, your hips rocking into her hand as you clench around her fingers. “Hmm?” She waits for a response, nipping a sweet spot on your neck with her teeth.

“Y–yes!” You whine, the intense pleasure between your legs making it hard for you to speak or think.

“Cum for me, bunny.”

You whimper, covering your mouth with your hand as you moan a little too loud. Your hips stutter, walls flutter as she continues to finger you and with one last curl. Your body shatters, cumming hard around her perfectly manicured fingers.

Jennifer continues to move her fingers in and out of you until your orgasm ends and with a smirk, she slowly pulls them out of you, looking you dead in the eye as she pops her glistening fingers into her mouth, sucking your juices off of them. Your cheeks and body heat up as you watch her, pussy pulsing and mouth suddenly dry. 

Jennifer spins around, her hips swaying as she begins to walk away, stopping only for a split second to call over her shoulder. “Same time next week, kay bunny?” She doesn’t give you time to respond as she leaves the girls locker room, leaving you behind completely dazed and naked, still trembling from your orgasm.

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Dean couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were Sam’s friend from college and recently the two of you had started talking again. You had invited the two of them over to yours to enjoy the hot summer day by the pool. What Sam hadn’t told him was that you were quite… Naive, almost innocent. When you opened the front door wearing the tiniest little dress that barely covered anything, Dean instantly hardened, his jaw clenched as he held himself back.

But it was almost like you were teasing him. When they both stepped foot inside your house and followed you into the kitchen, Dean watched as your arse bounced when you walked, the way your hips swayed so naturally made him grind his teeth together. He wondered if you were doing this on purpose or if you really were clueless about how slutty you looked. 

It wasn’t until you all headed outside towards the pool that Dean nearly snapped completely. His grip tightened around the beer bottle as he watched you strip from your dress, leaving you in the tiniest bikini known to man. His gaze moved over to his brother, noticing he wasn’t even fazed with your lack of clothes. Dean almost felt jealous. 

A few hours passed with Dean struggling with the dark thoughts in his mind, he spent his time near you in the pool, watching the drops of water roll down your body. He lets out a grunt as he tips his head back, beer bottle to his lips only to find that he’s finished it. 

“Is everything okay?” Your soft voice fills the air, hand coming to rest on his lower back as you look up at him. Dean’s jaw clenches, feeling his cock harden even more. Sam sits on one of the lounge chairs, head too busy in a book to even notice the struggle that his older brother is going through.

“Just out of beer.” His voice comes out rough, grip still tight on the bottle as he peers down at you. 

“Oh.” You blink up at him, licking your lips. “I’ll go and get you another one!” You smile softly before pushing yourself up onto the edge, giving Dean the perfect view of your arse. His hand jerks, itching to slap it. Your hips sway, arse jiggling as you head back into the house, leaving the hunter watching you with a dark look as he studies everything about you. His tongue flicks out as he watches water roll down your body, wanting to catch the drops of water with his tongue.

You riffle around in the fridge, pouting when you find that you’re out of beer. You walk out with the pout still on your lips, looking at Dean. “I’m sorry. It appears I’m out of beer… I swear I had a whole bunch.” You scratch your head, confused.

Dean grunts, gaze locked onto how your breasts bounce with each word. “It’s fine. Sammy will go and get some more.” 

Sam’s brows furrow, looking up from the book. “I will?” Dean stares at him, raising a brow. “Right, okay. I will.” He stands, stretching.

“I’ll give you some money!” You’re about to turn around when Dean’s voice stops you.

“It’s fine, sweetheart. We’ll pay.” Your mouth opens about to say something but you close it when Dean gives you a look. 

Before Sam leaves, he gives Dean a look that basically says not to try anything with you. 

“Come here, sweetheart.” Dean beckons you over when he hears Sam leave. You obediently listen, walking over to him. “Sit.” He gestures to the edge of the pool, licking his lips again.

You sit, mouth agape as you listen to him. You slide your legs into the water as you sit down, kicking them around softly. A small squeal escapes you when Dean grabs your thighs and pulls you closer. His hands grip you tight as he leans in. 

“Do you know how much of a fucking tease you are, sweetheart?” You squirm slightly, feeling a throbbing between your legs. You don’t respond, you don’t know how to. Were you being a tease? Dean’s hands move to your arse, grabbing handfuls and squeezing with a groan. “Oh fuck. Have you ever been touched, sweetheart? Hmm? Have someone rub your cute little pussy?” 

Your mouth falls open as a whine slips out. You barely have time to respond before Dean’s hand is already between your legs, rubbing his fingers against your clothed pussy. Little sounds fall from your lips as your hips slowly rock against his fingers. A squeal escapes you when Dean suddenly pulls you back into the pool and spins you around. He pins you against the edge, pressing his bulge against your arse. 

“Are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you, sweetheart? I promise I’ll be gentle.” He groans, rocking his bulge into your arse. You push back against him, accidentally rubbing against his hardened cock. “Fuck.” Dean grunts, sliding his hands down, he quickly pulls out his cock and pulls your tiny bikini bottoms aside. 

Dean groans when he thrusts inside of you, his eyes rolling back with how well you squeeze his cock. “Holy fuck. You’re so tight.” He buries his face into your neck, hands gripping your hips as he begins to thrust in and out of you. You whine and moan, your head falling back. You’ve never felt pleasure this intense before. 

You gasp when Dean lifts your leg, letting him fuck you at a better angle. His thrusts pick up, pounding into you. The sounds slipping from your mouth are so loud that your neighbours can probably hear you. 

Dean grips onto you harder, pushing you into the edge of the pool as he fucks you harder. Grunts and groans falling from his lips, he leans closer and sinks his teeth into your shoulder. “Feel so fucking good, sweetheart.” 

“Dean! Seriously?!” Sam yells from the backdoor, his eyes wide and beers nearly falling from his grip.

You moan, dazedly looking at your friend while his brother continues to split you open. You don’t even think you’re in your own body anymore with how much pleasure is coursing through you.

“What, Sammy? I’m just getting to know your friend.” He doesn’t stop fucking into you, only going faster and harder. His hand slides down and begins to rub your clit causing you to jerk and whine, your eyes rolling back and body falling limp in his hold.

Sam scoffs, turning around, he storms back into your house. 

Dean chuckles, grunting into your ear. “I think he’s a little mad, sweetheart.” You whine, your pussy clenching around him. “Are you going to cum for me?” He thrusts deeper, hitting your g-spot with perfect strokes. “Go on, cum for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”

As he pinches your clit and thrusts deeper, you moan loudly, feeling your body tense up. You suddenly cum, squeezing Dean’s cock. 

Dean moans, the sound causing you to clench around him again. He continues pounding into you until he grunts, burying deep inside and cumming hard, pumping you full of his thick cum. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re in for a long fucking night,” He grabs your chin and turns your head to face him. “I’m going to fuck and fill you so much that you will be dripping of my cum for a month.”

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Steve knew this was wrong, he shouldn’t be feeling this type of way towards you. Especially with you being married, you and your husband lived right next door to him. It was wrong of him to lust after you, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you’d smile so prettily at him when you’d leave your house or accidentally leaving some skin exposed when you wore that silk robe of yours.

Steve couldn’t count on one hand the amount of times he’d tug on his throbbing cock to you. The way your plump breasts would jiggle with each movement or how your arse would bounce and your hips would sway were stuck in his mind, causing him to constantly be hard.

He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat away as he stopped for a split second. Stretching his back slightly as the lawnmower rumbles in front of him.

“Hiya Stevie!” Steve’s head whips around so fast at the sound of your voice, almost stumbling on his feet. You chuckle, waving and he gulps, taking in the tight but flowing sundress that you’re wearing, Steve’s mind imagines how you’d feel against him while wearing it, bending you over the railing and lifting your dress so he can watch himself slide deep inside of you.

Steve clears his throat, lifting his hand in a wave. “Hello, Mrs. Drysdale.” He nods before beginning to move, mowing the lawn.

“You look like you need a drink. Why don’t you come on up? I just made some lemonade. Wouldn’t want you to overheat yourself.” Steve stops again, looking over as you talk. His eyes drift down as you tilt your head and lean against the railing, your breasts pushing up causing his cock to twitch.

“I—I wouldn’t want to be a bother, ma’am and I don’t think your husband would appreciate that.” He practically snarls as he mentions your husband. The man was the biggest arse he had ever encountered and didn’t seem to treat you like the goddess you were. It made him wonder why you even married a man like that.

You wave your hand, dismissing his words. “Don’t worry bout him, Sugar. He’s left me all alone for the week.” Steve’s dick swells as you pout, big, wide eyes staring down at him. “I’ll be inside if ya wanna take up my offer.” He watches you spin and disappear into the house.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He fights with himself, “Do not go in there.” He mutters, continuing with the mowing before he suddenly slams his hand down and turns the machine off. “Fuck it. It’s just for a drink. Nothing else, Steve. Don’t think so much into it.” He growls to himself as he stalks across his lawn and up your stairs, awkwardly opening the front door and walking in. “Mrs. Drysdale?” He calls out.

“In here, Sugar!” The moment Steve rounds the corner, he chokes, hands immediately shooting to the front of his jeans. You are bent over, checking something in the oven, your fat arse sticking up, the dress hugging against it making Steve swear he can see the outline of everything underneath. You stand and Steve quickly moves to stand behind the counter, hiding the giant boner that’s straining against the zipper, begging to be let out.

“Sorry, was just checking on the pie. You like apple?” Did he die and go to heaven? Fuck, you were a dream come true. You tilt your head, leaning against the counter, Steve’s eyes immediately fall to your exposed cleavage and you smirk softly. “You all there, Sweetness? The heat didn’t get to ya already, did it?”

Steve shakes his head, clearing his throat and looking back up. “I’m alright, ma’am. I’m not intruding am I?”

The laugh you let out echoes throughout his ears, causing his heart to swell. “Don’t be silly, I invited you in.” You grab the lemonade and two glasses, filling them. “Come sit.” You slide the drink over to him before walking over to the couch, your hips swaying with each step and Steve gulps, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to get over there without you noticing his problem.

You turn, taking a sip of your drink before patting the spot beside you. He turns and grabs his drink, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he wills his cock to soften. Steve walks over and takes the seat next to you, eyes immediately stopping on your legs before slowly drifting up your body. You give him a sweet smile when your eyes lock, his cheeks turning a slight pink at being caught.

“It’s okay to look, Steve. Nothing wrong with looking.” Steve’s gaze falls to your mouth as your teeth sink into your bottom lip and your eyes move down his body. “Do you ever think of doing more than looking, Steve?”

His eyes snap up, widening at your question and he quickly shakes his head. “N—no, ma’am. W—wouldn’t dream of it.”

You hum, leaning forward to place your drink down onto the coffee table before resting your hand on his thigh. “Are you sure? Lying isn’t an attractive quality to have, Sugar.”

Steve squirms under your touch, gulping as you lean closer to his, giving him a perfect view down your dress. “M—ma’am…”

“Call me Y/N, Steve.” You tilt your head and smile, batting your lashes. “Unless you have some other name you wanna call me.”

“Y/n…” He tests your name on his tongue, his cock twitching with how perfectly it rolls off. Your thighs squeeze together, your tongue flicks out, wetting your lips. “This isn’t right, what about Mr. Drysdale?”

Steve’s gaze darts between your eyes, lips and plump breasts that threaten to spill from your dress. He whimpers when you cup his chin, directing his gaze back up.

“My husband doesn’t have to know.” You move closer, practically climbing into his lap. “Plus, I don’t think he’ll notice, he’s too busy with his own plaything nowadays to remember he has a wife at home.” Steve’s gaze falls to your lips, hardening even more as they form a pout.

His brows furrow, hands moving to grip your hips, pulling you fully onto his lap. “His own plaything? He’s cheating on you?”

You hum, a whimper getting caught in your throat as your cunt brushes against his bulge. “Uh huh, Ransom was never the most loyal.” You lick your lips, batting your lashes as your eyes connect with Steve’s. You cup his cheek, stroking it with your thumb as your gaze moves to his pretty pink lips. “I always wondered what it would be like to fuck a younger man. Younger seems to be the thing when it comes to affairs, don’t cha think?”

His hold on you tightens, digging his fingertips harder into your hips. “He’s stupid to cheat on a woman like you.” His tongue darts out, eyes moving to stare at your lips. “And it would be stupid of me to decline a ladies wish.”

Your hips move gently, rubbing against the hardened bulge in his pants. You hover over his lips, soft whimpers slipping from your lips. “Fuck me please, Steve.” Your hand slides down, resting against his neck. “I’ve seen how you look at me, notice how hard you get when I wear certain things. Been wanting you for so long, yet you’ve never taken the hint.”

Steve groans, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you towards him, devouring your lips into a rough, heat filled kiss. His other hand tightens, helping you move against him, feeling you soak his jeans as you hump him like a desperate slut.

“F—fuck, okay! Uh…” Steve tries to think for a minute but it becomes harder the more you move against him, your lips now attached to his neck, making his brain go all fuzzy. “W—what about the pie?!” He suddenly remembers the food in the oven, only because he thought back to when he walked in and found you bent over. “D—don’t want to have to stop cause the house is burning down.”

You kiss up, moving to his ear and nibbling on the lobe. “Don’t worry bout it, last I checked it had thirty more minutes to go. Can you make me cum in that time, Sugar?”

He groans, flipping the two of you over, grabbing your hands as you go to lift the dress from your body. “No, keep it on.” You swear you became wetter just from his words. “Wanted to fuck you in it, in all your little dresses.” He presses against you, rubbing his jean clad bulge against your soaked core. “Such a fuckin’ tease, always prancing around either half naked or dressed like a slut in these.”

The moan you let out is almost pornographic, not even your husband could bring that sound out of you. Steve’s hands move up, pulling the front of your dress down and groaning as your plump breasts bounce free. “Fuck, so fucking perfect.” Your hands fly to his hair as he leans forward, peppering kisses along your skin before he pays attention to your nipples, licking and sucking, even going as far as nibbling gently on each one.

“S—Steve! Please.” Your hips lift as you rub against him, needing something, anything to relieve you of the tingles between your legs.

He groans against your flesh, rutting against you before he pulls back. “God, you’re so fucking needy. So needy for a younger man, aren’t you?” You nod, hands reaching out to try and grab onto him, any part of him. “Tell me what you want, I need you to say it.” He moves closer to you, letting your hands wander his bare chest.

“Fuck me.”

He unzips his pants, taking his throbbing dick out and he begins to stroke it, half-hooded eyes connecting to your teary ones. Steve grunts, tearing your knickers from your body before lining his mushroom tip against your weeping entrance. “Are you sure you want this, ma’am? Because there’s no going back.”

You nod rapidly, “God, yes. Please Steve.” Your eyes roll back and mouth drops open as he pushes in, stretching you onto his large cock. Your hand rests against his chest while the other flies back and grips the couch beneath you. “Oh god, you’re so big! Fuck.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as Steve continues to thrust all the way inside you.

“Shit, so good, Mrs. Drysdale.” Steve groans, feeling your walls tighten around him. He leans down and tucks his face into your neck, kissing it as he begins to fuck into you hard. Your hand moves to the back of his neck, gripping it. Steve grabs your thighs, lifting them on either side of him and then grabs a pillow, stuffing it underneath you causing your eyes to cross at the new angle. “Feel better? That’s all you needed isn’t it? A good fucking.”

Your back arches, nails digging harder into his neck and couch. “O—oh!” Your toes curl and you tighten around him. You never thought fucking someone younger would feel so good.

“Gonna cum for me, Sweetheart? Gonna let me cum so deep into you that it’ll still be leaking out of your pretty little pussy when your husband gets back?” Your scream fills the house as you cum, walls spasming around his thick length, your juices coating him and the couch. You whine, gripping him tight as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. “So good for me, gonna let me do this again, Mrs. Drysdale?”

“F—fuck yes, please cum in me, Steve!”

Steve shrugs with a smirk, “as you wish.” He pounds into you a few more times before burying deep inside of you, throwing his head back as his balls tighten and thick ropes of cum spurt out of him, coating your walls white. He pulls out, putting you down gently before getting up and heading into the kitchen. You lie there completely fucked out, feeling so good and tingly all over.

Steve comes back, sadly his cock is tucked back in. He gently cleans you with the damp tea towel before fixing your dress. “How do you feel?” You hum, nodding.

“So good but why did you put yourself away?” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you look up at him and he groans.

Steve shakes his head. “Your husband is an arse for neglecting such a pretty thing for so long.”

The whole week before your husband got back, you got fucked so many times in so many different positions. Even when he was home, you would occasionally sneak around with Steve.

Steve couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

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Eventually, 

You stopped trying,

You stopped hoping,

You stopped believing that things would get better.

Everything seemed to change after Thanos, the man you had fallen in love with was no longer there. Well… Not towards you at least. Steve Rogers had become the bully, and you didn’t know how to stop it. 

You had woken early one morning and looked beside you only to see Steve wasn’t there. It had been like this for months now, sometimes you wondered if he ever slept there anymore. You slide out of bed and head out of the bedroom, thinking that he may just be busy somewhere else in the house. But as you ventured throughout the home the two of you shared, all you noticed was how cold everything felt. Like the life had been drained out of the place once filled with love and happiness. 

You wrapped your arms around your body, hugging yourself as you find the house empty. You head back to the room and grab your phone, unlocking it, you find Steve’s number and press the call button, putting it up to your ear. You listen to it ring, and ring, and ring until it goes to voicemail. You try to call again and instead of ringing this time, it just goes straight to voicemail again. 

Dropping your phone onto the bed, you let out a sigh. What had you done for him to start treating you like this? 

You head to the bathroom and strip from your clothes, hopping into the shower. You try to let the water wash away all of the stress and thoughts. You get out after standing under the water for thirty minutes or so, as you wrap a towel around your body, your ears perk up when you hear a sound outside of the bathroom. 

With the towel secured around your body, you exit the bathroom and immediately spot Steve. Something felt off, you didn’t know what exactly, but you felt it deep within. His hair and clothes seemed dishevelled, you watched him for a moment before speaking.

“Hey… Where’d you go?” Your hand curled around your towel, holding it close to your chest as you wait.

“Just for a run. Why?” His answer was short, cold. A lie. 

“No reason, I was just wondering… You didn’t pick up when I called and I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, you were never this nervous around him before, but everything felt different now. 

Steve turned around, glancing at you. His eyes scanned your towel-clad body with disgust. No longer filled with love or lust, what changed?

And that was when you smelt it… 

It was subtle but there. 

A hint of perfume… One that didn’t belong to you. 

Your already cracked heart, shattered. 

“What?” His voice was harsh, and you subconsciously flinched from it. 

You weren’t looking and you don’t think he intended on you seeing it. Your eyes landed on a part of his skin that was probably supposed to be covered by his shirt and there you spotted a faint hickey. 

Steve must’ve noticed where you were looking because he lifted his hand and fixed his shirt, hiding the hickey that was meant to be hidden before. “Can you stop?” He snapped. 

Your eyes met his, where was the man you fell in love with? The one who chased you around like a lost puppy? The one who would bring you breakfast in bed or surprise you with flowers? Where had he gone? The man you were looking at felt like a stranger. He wasn’t the man you fell in love with. 

You clear your throat, blinking away any tears trying to surface.

“Who is she?” 

The room fell even more silent than it was before, as if time froze after you uttered those words. 

Steve scoffs, rubbing his chin as he looks around before his gaze falls back onto you. “No one.”

Was it possible for your heart to shatter twice? 

You watched him for a few moments before quickly turning around and heading back into the bathroom. The moment you closed the door, you slid down it and covered your mouth with your hand as tears began to fall. 

Who was this man? He wasn’t your Steve. 

You didn’t know how long you were in the bathroom for, you had heard Steve leave again a while ago without checking on you. You eventually stood back up and got dressed, feeling numb and broken. 

You left the house, deciding that you needed to get some air so that you could think more clearly. Every step you took felt as heavy as your heart did, you couldn’t wrap your head around any of it. 

Just as you were about to cross the street to one of your favourite coffee shops, you stopped. Your feet froze, heart dropped, and pain erupted throughout your body. You swallowed as your eyes locked onto the scene before you. 

There stood Steve with his arms wrapped around another woman and a soft smile on his face as he looked down at her. A smile he hadn’t given you for a long time. 

You felt stuck, frozen… It felt like your whole world had crumpled from right beneath your feet. 

Without saying anything, you left. You walked in a different direction from the place that you once called your home. You left without grabbing any of your belongings, leaving everything behind as you stepped onto a bus. You didn’t turn back, you couldn’t. You didn’t want to become someone else because the man you loved didn’t love you anymore. You couldn’t do that to yourself.

You slide into one of the seats with a sigh, a tear falling from your eye as you close them.

You hoped that your absence bothered him,

You hoped that when he hears your name, he feels regret and guilt.

You hoped that when he looks up at the moon, he questions why he hurt you that bad.

You hoped that when he looked at her, he would think of you.

You hoped that not being there makes him as upset as you are.

But it won’t.

He won’t miss you.

He doesn’t even care. 

And eventually…

You would stop hoping because you loved yourself more.

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You sigh, having just come back from yet another failed date. No man seemed to live up to the expectation you were looking for. You sagged into the couch, kicking your shoes off and beginning to massage your temples. “Ugh, I’ll never find the perfect man to settle down with…” You look down at your stomach, and your mind fills with images of you being pregnant. Your eyes blink it away as you rub your belly. “I just want a baby… Is that so hard?” 

Your eyes widen when you realise you have the perfect plan. Bucky! He’s your best friend, an ideal option for a sperm donor. You quickly dig through your purse and pull out your phone, unlocking it and quickly sending him a message. 

‘Hey, are you able to come over? I have something important to ask you.’ You send the text, gnawing on your bottom lip as you wait for his response, watching the three little dots appear. 

‘Sure, I’ll be there in 10 minutes with your favourite snacks.’ 

You smile, quickly jumping up and running to your room. You strip from the clothes you sadly wasted on your date and changed into a red lingerie set that Bucky got you for your birthday. You smirked when you remembered how flushed Bucky looked as you opened the gift bag and promised to show him one day. You walk over to the mirror and fix your make-up, reapplying your red gloss. 

When you hear the door unlock, you quickly throw on your silk robe and head out of your room, ready to greet Bucky. He enters and smiles when he sees you waiting there for him. His heart practically pounds out of his chest as you smile back at him, walking over and wrapping your arms around his body. “Hey, I got us some Chinese.” He wraps one arm around you, tightly holding the bag of food with the other. 

“You came so fast!” Your cheeks heat up at the innuendo of your words. You don’t notice the pout on his lips as you pull away from him and begin to walk toward the lounge room. “C’mon, I’d feel better asking you the thing while sitting down… I don’t really know how you’ll feel about it.” Your chew on your bottom lip, your nerves getting to you as you realise if he says no, you’ll possibly be ruining a good friendship.

Bucky follows you like a lost puppy, practically feeling your nerves radiating off of you. His eyes shamefully land on your arse, watching your hips sway as you walk before him. “So, uh… How did your date go?” This would be the tenth date this week that you’ve been on, and as your best friend, Bucky knows all about them and how lately they haven’t been going well. Except for his heart that constantly broke every time you told him you had a date with everyone but him. Bucky sits beside you, pulling out the hot food and handing you your usual. 

“Shit like the others.” You immediately begin to stuff your face with food, starving from storming off during the date. “From the moment we met, all he spoke about was himself and the women he’s been with. Then when we sat down to eat, he ordered for me, but when I stood up for myself and ordered what I wanted. He decided to call me a cow and fat and that no man would ever love me if I didn’t let them take control of my life.” You growl, shovelling more food in your mouth. You swallow and look at Bucky, noticing the angry look behind his eyes but deciding to ignore that. “But, I came to a conclusion. You know how much I’ve been wanting a baby and have been trying to find the perfect man to settle down with.”

Bucky nods before frowning. “Please don’t tell me you're going to just sleep with one of these guys to get one.” His brows furrow. “You deserve more than that. You deserve someone that will be there for you and the baby.”

You wave him off, sucking some juice off your thumb. “Of course not. I had someone better in mind.” Your eyes connect with him, and Bucky’s brows raise when he puts the pieces together. “I want you to impregnate me, Bucky.”

“Y–you–” He swallows, blinking rapidly, wondering if he heard you right.

“I want you, Bucky. Just imagine how cute our baby would be, but I understand if you say no and no longer want to be–”

“Yes.”

“B–”

“Yes.” Bucky immediately scoots closer and cups your cheeks. “I’ll pump you full until you are carrying my child.” You feel slick gather between your thighs, turned on by his words. Bucky’s hands move down and undo your robe, choking on his saliva when his eyes land on the red lingerie set he had bought you. “You’re so beautiful…” He whispers, staring for a while before looking into your eyes. “D–do you want to go slow or…” Bucky swallows, knowing that you weren’t doing this because you felt anything for him. You were doing this to get a baby.

“Fast, for now, I just need you.” You whimper. You grasp the back of Bucky’s head and pull him toward you, devouring his lips with yours. “Please, fuck a baby into me.”

Bucky catches the for-now part, causing his heart to jump, knowing there might be another time. His breath catches as your lips connect, swearing that fireworks went off. His hand lands between your legs and begins to rub you through your knickers, letting out a moan as he feels how wet you are. “D–did you touch yourself before I got here?” 

You shake your head, “No, no….” You whine, back arching and legs spreading more as he touches you. Bucky feels his cock harden more when he realises he made you wet. “Bucky, please.” You blink the tears away, so overwhelmed with your feelings for your best friend and your horniness. You hadn’t been touched in so long, and to have Bucky finally touch you with the promise of putting a baby in you intensifies it.

Bucky leans back, giving you a look. “Are you sure about this? Because once I start, I really don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” You nod rapidly, gripping any part of him that you can. He places a hand under your chin. “I need words, Y/n.” 

“Yes, Bucky. I’m sure I want this.” You watch him remove your clothes, followed by his, and you gasp as your eyes land on his member. “You’re so big…” Bucky strokes his cock, lining it with your sopping cunt. As he pushes in, Bucky leans forward and connects his lips with yours, swallowing your moans. “O–oh…” 

His hands move down and grip your hips, thrusting deep, fast and hard into your tight walls. “Fuck, you feel so good, doll.” Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits deep inside you, hitting places you’ve never reached before. “I can’t wait to pump you full of my cum, doll. Breed you.” He growls, getting lost in the feel of you. 

You moan, gripping onto your best friend, feeling him split you open, bringing you pleasure you’ve never felt before. You can’t wait until he fills you with his cum, giving you what you’ve always wanted. “Faster, Bucky, please.” You don’t know how he’s done it, but you're so close you can feel your orgasm just around the corner. 

Bucky’s hips begin to snap, slamming into you hard and fast. “Shit, doll. I’m so close.” His hand slides between your bodies, locating your clit and rubbing it. Your back arches, legs squeezing tighter around him as your juices squirt out of you, your walls pulsating around his thick cock. Bucky groans, burying his face into your neck, pounding into you before burying himself deep inside you. Thick spurts of cum shoot out of his mushroom tip as he pumps you full of his cream. “Fuck, fuck! There’s so much. It feels too good, doll!”

You sag into the couch, pulling Bucky along with you, enjoying the feeling of his softening cock inside of you. He stares at you, stroking your cheek, and you smile tiredly up at him. “Thank you, Bucky. I hope this takes, if not. We will have just to keep trying.”

Bucky smiles, “I’d be happy with that.” He leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

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