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The sizzling of bacon as it touches the hot pan echoed from the kitchen and to the living room, cracking of fresh eggs soon followed and gently tilted it out of its shell, small pops of sounds bubbling as the albumen of the eggs gradually turned white. The smell of greasy bacon and toasting of a baguette created an aromatic fragrant that no doubt escaped the kitchen and spread throughout the whole floor, filling both nostrils of the couple with the food's delicious scent. 

Quiet sounds of a romantic song from your phone play in the corner of the counter and soon, you find yourself humming along with the melody while assembling the sandwich that the blonde man at the other side favors so much. Just thinking of your man had your mouth bloom a grin. The day finally comes where you can spoil your husband reasonably without him gently scolding you for doing such a thing. He believes that you should be the one receiving more gifts than him and you were completely against the idea as soon that statement fell off his lips. 

Hence, you made sure to be extra cautious when climbing off the bed in the morning, not wanting to ruin your surprise by having the tired man awaken from his slumber and pull you back into his embrace. Prior to this, you have actually asked the white haired sorcerer if a certain date is available for Nanami to have a day off. After avoiding Gojo's attempts of teasing and maybe a few flirtatious remarks, he allowed it. 

Concurrently in the living room, the tall man is occupied with a book and his eyes skimmed on the off-white print as he took a good sip of his hot tea. He felt a surge of relief when the brew warmed his body and gently placed it back on the low table in front of him. As Nanami relaxed his back against the downy sofa to resume reading, a lovely croon perked his hearing and it spawned an endearing smile on his face. He turned his head towards your direction and spotted his plump wife slicing some fruits on a cutting board.  

You have your back facing him, not being able to witness the closed smile he was sending your way. His expression may be a bit subtle but it holds great fondness and adoration that only his beautiful spouse can behold. Kento then traced the curves of your body with his eyes, the satin robe that you have on hugged your figure exquisitely and it ends on your mid thighs. The adoring gaze that he has on you was enrapt on your exposed legs, hypnotized with the slightest jiggle it made whenever you move. 

The delectable fragrance and the bewitching sight of his woman tickles his senses, causing him to unconsciously lick his lips and his mind has started to wander. Before his thoughts could get any salacious, the plump lady turned around with a tray full of fresh aliments and a small smile plastered on her soft face. When Nanami brought his gaze up, he found her eyes were already on him and could not help but return the grin. 

“You don’t have to do all this, sweetheart. It’s quite unnecessary to make this much food.” There might be a hint of sternness in his voice but his eyes hold so much devotion and care that it betrays his usual persona, and only Mrs. Nanami can witness such rarity. 

You just beamed at him and cautiously set the tray down, enabling Nanami to have a glimpse of the sizable amount of breakfast that was prepared for the both of them. His stomach produced growls from seeing the homemade food made by his beloved wife but did not expect it to be quite loud, embarrassment seething in him. (Y/N) lightly chuckled from the sound and turned to face her dear husband, moving closer to perch on his lap and caressing both of his cheeks.

“It’s your birthday, silly. Give yourself a break and indulge yourself.” You gave him a heartwarming smile as you held eye contact with each other, his brown orbs gazing into yours swarm your tummy with butterflies. You feel like your heart is going to explode from the love you have just for this man, and you wonder how it’s possible to keep falling—slowly, sweetly—even after everything.

You didn’t think your heart could hold more, and yet it does.

He moved his face closer to yours, the intensity of the eye contact greatly increasing and noses slightly bumping with each other.

 “I always have and that’s you, darling,” murmured the sorcerer as his hands lazily roamed up and down your thighs, lips faintly touching one another while he spoke. You giggled and delicately stroked his cheek with your thumb, feeling nothing but endearment for him.

“You’re so cheesy, Ken- mph!” Your words were swallowed by Nanami as he suddenly leaned forward and captured your lips, his grip on your hips got a bit tighter. Immediately melting into the kiss, you rested your hands on his broad shoulders and returned the lip locking with the same fervor. 

His hands proceeded to wander on your bottoms, broad palms gliding over the roundness of your rear and down to the fullness of your thighs, the smooth and light material of your satin felt soothing against his hold but it is nowhere near as pleasant as the delicate skin of his wife. Countless times he has explored every curve of your body, making certain that not a single part of you was left untouched by his lips and hands, and it will never grasp to Kento that it is something he’ll get bored of. If he ever even thought of such things, then the privilege and honor of marrying you was wasted on the wrong man.

He didn’t even believe it at first, that an angel such as yourself is deserving to be his, yet no matter the times that he tried to ignore his feelings before, he endlessly finds himself longing for your touch, your very presence within his reach and this time, he let his body mold to the gentle warmth of your embrace. As if he was meant to be there. Blessings are not so common in Kento Nanami’s life, but once it presents itself in front of him, he wouldn’t let it escape from his hold. He’s not letting it go. He’s not letting go of you.

His life is yours to take, as yours is his to hold.

Kento relishes the sensation of his caressing touch on the curve of your waist, your shapely figure forever seared in his mind, as it then slides back down to your thighs and his fingers slid beneath your robe, deliberate and slow, brushing against the softness of your beautiful skin at last. A firm knead on your bum induced a soft gasp out of you and he uses the space to slip his hot, wet tongue into your mouth. The creaminess of the tea wove with your taste, the toned down malty flavor of his beverage tickled your buds but you paid no mind, as though it were a part of him; an essence he carries without thought. The faint scent of earthy and warm of his woody cologne has seemed to brand itself on him, as it always invades your smell whenever your man is within your arm’s reach, even when it’s subtle, and it never fails to make you woozy. 

You’re breathless, caught in the flood of sensation–sight, sound, touch all blurring into heat as he continues to claim your lips. Rough palms against silken curves of your arse, tearing himself away from the breathless exchange, though his breath still tangled with yours, just so his heavy-lidded eyes could make contact with your own, and it would only last for a brief second before he leans in again, as though his lips were made to meet yours, chasing the warmth he left behind. Every inch of his presence has your mind turning haze.

Only then it pulled you into awareness when tips of his fingers lightly brushed over your panties and his skin met with a dampened fabric, and it was enough to evoke a groan out of him. You reach for his wrist from below while you use the other to pull away from the fevered kiss, just before he could get any ideas and escalate the situation further. A soft flush was plastered on his defined cheeks and heat began crawling up to your face as his efforts to capture your swollen lips, yet again, were kept at bay.

The airy sound of your soft laugh graces Kento’s ears, drawing him softly from his daze. The way your husband looks at you—lovestruck and full of awe—only melts what little is left of your unguarded heart. You wonder how there’s still room to fall deeper when you’re already drowning in him. 

You keep a firm grip on his hand as you guide it back to your waist, stopping it from drifting anywhere near your aching heat. It’s far too early to surrender, and far too cruel to let the food grow cold. “Kento! Stop it, our breakfast is getting cold!” You didn’t miss the way his lips curl into the faintest pout; barely there, but entirely endearing, as you rose from his lap and sat beside him. Reaching for the plate of the sliced baguette sandwich, you cradled half of it and brought it softly to his mouth. Nanami gave a small smile before he sank his teeth into the sandwich, the gentle crisp echoing in the quiet room and before long, the flavors had hit him all at once.

His eyes fluttered shut in relief and a hum of approval rumbled from him. “Delicious as always, my love.”

A beam rose to your face at his praise, your mind doing a quiet victory dance at the success of your endeavor. Nanami has never been shy about voicing his appreciation, especially when it comes to compliments, whether it’s about your gifts or simply you. Even after all the years you’ve spent together, his words still make you bashful. And truthfully? You’ll never tire of them. You only ever want more.

It was your turn to take a bite, and a soft moan slips from your lips as the warm, buttery garlic baguette melts on your tongue. Fresh, crisp vegetables add a bright crunch beneath generous layers of savory meat, while ribbons of melted cheese and a whisper of tangy dressing bring everything together in perfect harmony. You can’t help but wonder if Nanami fell even harder for you because of your cooking. Well, who could blame him?

Kento pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you lingered over the meal you’d just prepared, scooping a forkful for him each time he paused to savor his bite. Bacon and eggs, a bowl of fresh fruit salad, buttered toast with a thin spread of jam—it was a simple breakfast, yet made with care, and served with even more.

He didn’t say much, but the quiet hums of approval, the subtle lift of his brows after each taste, and the way he leaned just a little closer each time you fed him said enough. Mornings like these, when the world slowed down and the room filled only with the sound of clinking utensils and shared silence, felt like your own quiet eternity.

“Perfect,” he murmured after another bite, not looking at the plate this time, but at you. And that single word? It fed something deeper than hunger ever could.

You averted your gaze from his smoldering stare and gently set the emptied platter back onto the tray. With a handful of napkins nearby, you grabbed a few and softly wiped away the crumbs clinging to his mouth. 

“It’s your day, honey. Do you have any plans?” you asked, crumpling the used napkin and tossing it onto the tray with the rest of the finished dishes.

Nanami pondered for a moment, his arm draped over your shoulders, thumb idly stroking the silky sleeve of your robe. “Given how last-minute today is, I don’t have anything particular in mind.”

You leaned into him with a knowing smile, your fingers tracing slow, idle patterns along the back of his hand. “Well, we got the whole day for ourselves,” you said softly, “so whatever you want to do, we’ll do. Anything you want.”

His gaze remained on you. The heat from earlier lingered, simmering just beneath the surface. Nanami hadn’t quite let go of the slow-burning warmth from your earlier make-out session—breakfast had only been a pause, not an ending. 

His thumb slowed against your arm. “Anything?” he asked, his voice dropping, thick with implication.

You felt your cheeks warm, but you didn’t shy away. Instead, you pressed in closer, lips brushing just beneath his jaw.

“Anything,” you breathed, the promise settling warm between you.

Breathy whimpers rang within the shared haven of the couple. The bedroom breathed comfort and the sight was inviting: soft wrinkled sheets from all the motion, a gentle glow spilled from the lamps, and the familiar scent of berries and cream soap radiating off of you and into the air, bringing warmth to every corner. Yet, it wasn’t the ambience of the space that had you in a throbbing ache. 

The bed gave out a quiet creak at the slight jolt of your hips, clear nectar of your pussy heavily leaks in between the suppleness of your inner thighs as Nanami remains delving his large fingers in your gushing heat, curving them inside you with ease. He has your legs laid open over his muscled ones, yourself almost splayed against his built torso, the two of you settled at the end of the mattress. 

A full length mirror stands before you, reflecting every act of intimacy laid bare for your eyes alone.

Your own quiet stare caught sight of uncertainty lurking beneath, eyes tracing every softened angle of your frame; your breasts sprawled out with your nipples perked up in attention, belly rolls forming as it folds in on itself, thighs becoming seemingly larger than it is as it rests on Kento’s, each and every curve of you bouncing at the smallest movement either you or him makes, your slickness glistening even in the dim light, and the shameless squelch it creates as his coated digits slips in and out. It’s such a sight to behold.

Even with the tiniest flicker of insecurity bubbles within you, at this very moment, you can’t find yourself to lie…

You look absolutely ravishing.

“Do you see what I see, my sweet?” whispers the blonde as he leans into you, his hot breath tickling your side as his teeth slightly graze on the shell of your ear, “You’re shaking already.”

A quiet cry trembled out of you, the coil in your lower abdomen becoming tighter by the agonizing second, “Please… Ken.” Were you pleading for your beloved to stop? Prevent yourself from drowning in the waves of pleasure from his fingers alone and you can’t bear to release another one again and again? Or were you begging for the opposite? Let you sink in the flood of sensation and have your whole, luscious being quiver under his strong hold?

Your body says yes, but your mind lags behind.

Your back arched as his other hand fondling with your tit began toying with the nipple, tenderly brushing his fingers over it and giving a few pinches, only escalating the build up of your impending peak. You felt him coo in your ear, “Look at me as you come, (Y/N).” At the mention of your name, you tilted your head back up at the mirror and you caught his eyes, his unrelenting stare scorching onto you as he proceeded to quicken his rhythm, the obscene noises of your wetness only grew louder.

Your sight was slowly losing its focus. This wasn’t your first orgasm, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, not with the way your body kept trembling, already aching for more. Despite everything, your head was starting to wander and it directed your hand to give the man behind you the same favor. Or at least try to. 

Reaching from behind, your hand clasps on his throbbing cock, smearing the oozing tip with your thumb and using it to paint all over his length for smoother strokes, and to relieve some ache on his end. As intended, a grunt tore from his throat and his body became tense at the sudden heat of your hand, causing the pace of his fingers to stutter. However, undeterred by your actions, he only moved faster. 

His hand then abandoned your boob and rather grasped your jaw and held you in place, guiding your vision back to the reflection in the mirror and having his eyes burn into yours, on edge to see you break once more. “You’re so beautiful, my love,” he breathes against your neck, lips trailing heat along your skin. His gaze never strays from the mirror — watching every twitch, every tremble, and with a final whisper, “Let go for me.”

Your mind blanked, stolen by the warmth that bloomed low and wide, a deep ache curling through you like fire wrapped in silk. Every nerve screamed for more; not just touch, but the weight of it, the rhythm, the surrender. Each breath trembled on the edge of a moan, your body caught in that fragile space between tension and release, where time stuttered and all you could do was feel.

Nanami witnessed it all. How you fell apart in his arms, clinging to him like he was the only thing anchoring you to earth. Your sweet core pulsed with endless slick, soaking his fingers as he refused to slow. Each stroke was deliberate, and every now and then, his palm brushed against your needy clit, sending sparks through you that made your hips buckle.

As the fleeting seconds of bliss begin to drift away, your body sagged, and he caught you gently, never letting go. Kento cradles you for a while, his hands gently massaging the sensitive curves of your inner legs as he watches the steadying rise and fall of your breath.

“You did such a good job, sweetheart,” he murmured close to your temple before pressing a tender kiss on the same spot.

You nestled closer into his embrace, feeling the steady warmth of his body against yours. His fingers traced lazy, soothing patterns along your skin, grounding you after the storm of sensation. Every gentle touch was a silent reassurance, a promise that in this moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you.

Kento’s breath brushed your ear as he whispered, “I’ve never seen anything more exquisite.” His voice was low, filled with awe and something deeper, something that made your heart flutter despite the lingering tremors in your body.

You lifted your gaze to meet him, eyes still glistening with vulnerability and satisfaction. In his look, you found not just desire but pure, unwavering affection.

Slowly, he tilted his head, capturing your lips in a kiss soft and slow, like a gentle tide washing over you, drawing you back from the edges and wrapping you in quiet intimacy.

The kiss deepened, slow at first, as if he was still savoring the afterglow between you. But soon, his hand moved—sliding from your thigh to your hip, anchoring you closer, as if he was tracing something sacred. His lips grew hungrier, his breath warming against your skin as he whispered your name between kisses.

Desire stirred again, curling low and warm in your belly. You felt it in the way his fingers tightened just slightly, in how his body pressed against yours with growing need. The steady rhythm of your breaths began to shift, syncing with the quiet heat building between you.

When he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searched yours; not for permission, but for connection. For confirmation that you wanted this too.

You gave him a small nod, lips gently parted, breath shallow. That was all he needed.

He captured your mouth again and his hands were already exploring, slow and sure, as if relearning every inch of you. The soft sheets underneath your bodies ruffled as he guided you back up to your knees, his touch growing bolder, more insistent, yet never rushed.

The kiss broke slowly, leaving a breathless silence between you. Kento’s hand lingered along your cheek before gliding down to your waist, his touch steady, guiding.

“Turn around for me,” he murmured, voice low and thick with want. “Just like that… sit back against me.”

You shifted gently, your limbs still warm and pliant from the remnants of pleasure. With his help, you knelt between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. His thighs opened wider to cradle you, and your hips instinctively moved, seeking the comfort and heat of his body behind you.

Kento’s arms wrapped around your middle, holding you close. One hand splayed across your pudgy stomach, the other resting just beneath your breast, fingers tracing idle, reverent circles along your skin. His mouth hovered near your ear, lips brushing softly.

“You feel perfect like this,” he whispered, breath warm as it skimmed your neck. “I want to feel all of you.”

You pressed your hips back, breath hitching as you felt the hard length of him nudging against you. His hand slipped lower, sliding your juices onto his cock before guiding himself between your thighs. You gasped when he pressed in, slow and unhurried, filling you inch by inch from behind. The stretch was different—deeper, angled to brush places that made your legs shiver.

Kento groaned softly against your ear, his grip tightening just a little as he held you there, fully seated on him. “So good… you take me so well.”

His hips began to roll, steady and deep, and you melted into him, your back arched slightly, arms reaching to grasp his thighs as the rhythm built. Every thrust rocked you forward, only for his hands to pull you right back, keeping you close, connected, completely his.

The room faded away—just the soft sounds of your breathing, the wet slide of bodies moving as one, and the tender words he kept whispering into your skin.

The rhythm grew messier; less controlled, more desperate. His breathing hitched behind you, every thrust deeper, his grip firmer, and the pleasure inside you coiled fast and tight, like a thread ready to snap all over again.

The earlier high still lingered, soft and simmering beneath your skin. Your body, already tender and primed from the way he touched you before, responded quickly. Every push of his hips, every graze of his hand on your stomach, reignited that spark with ease—making it easier to fall, and even harder to hold back.

"Kento," you gasped, voice shaking, "I’m close–"

“I know,” he whispered, voice low and reverent. “Let me see you.”

You weren’t sure if he meant in the mirror or right there in his arms, but maybe it was both.

Your eyes flicked forward.

There you were, straddling his lap, his body curled behind yours. His arms wrapped around you like you were something divine. Your mouths parted in sync with every breath, skin flushed and damp, connected in every sense of the word.

Kento’s gaze never left the reflection. He watched your body tremble, your lips part, your brows knit in pleasure. He drank in every detail as if trying to commit it to memory; eyes filled with awe, worship, and something deeper. To him, you looked like something plucked from a dream too perfect to be real.

Then you came.

Your body seized with release, pleasure tearing through you with breathtaking force. A choked sound escaped you, and your hands reached above to grip onto his clinging arms for support, grounding yourself as wave after wave rolled through.

Behind you, Kento groaned, deep and low. He tightened his grip, thrust once more, and spilled inside you with a trembling exhale, his gaze still locked on the mirror. Watching the way your bodies held one another, the way you clung to him like home.

The only sound left was your mingled breathing, heavy and uneven in the quiet room.

He moved gently after that, shifting your body in his lap without a word. You settled sideways across him, your cheek pressed to his chest, heart still racing. One arm cradled your legs while the other anchored your back. His touch was firm but soothing, his palm warm as it moved in slow, calming strokes along your thigh.

Your eyes fluttered closed, but Kento’s remained open. Still focused on the mirror.

You didn’t need to ask what he saw, you could feel it in the way he held you. How his thumb brushed the dip of your waist. How he kissed your forehead like you were something fragile, something cherished.

When you finally looked up, your foreheads met. He glanced away from the mirror just long enough to meet your gaze directly.

“I love you,” you whispered, voice soft but sure.

His expression softened. “I love you,” he murmured back, brushing his lips to yours. “You’re everything. Thank you… for today. For always.”

You smiled, fingers combing gently through his hair as you nestled closer. He kissed you again, slow and unhurried, the kind of kiss that lingered long after it ended.

Then, your eyes found the mirror one more time—where his arms still held you close, both of you bare, glowing, and tangled in something far deeper than desire.

You looked back at him with a quiet smile and whispered,

“Happy birthday, Nanamin.”

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Small pecks on your neck made you slowly open your sleepy eyes and yawned, not wanting to wake up just yet but it seems like someone else does, "Babeeeeee!" He whined and hid his face on the crook of your neck, your back facing his hard chest.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes, "What do you want, Grillo?" The crankiness in your voice could be heard as you tried to wiggle out of his tight grasp but he wouldn't budge, his arms wrapping tighter around your bare waist and pulled you closer.

"Wake up...!" He whispered and sighed when you didn't move, your smooth back still facing him away, and you grabbed a pillow and cuddled it, your ample breasts pressing against the pillow. Frank noticed your shifted movements and narrowed his eyebrows, carefully lifting himself up with his elbow as support and saw your kissable lips curved into a small smirk while your eyes were closed, clearly teasing him with the pillow covering your chest, making him huff, "Alright, woman! You fucking teasing me with these gorgeous tits!" He grabbed your pillow and threw it somewhere in the room. You gasped and sat up, glaring at Frank and were about to protest when he grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you, making you plop back down to the bed and a squeal left your lips when he started to tickle your sides, your angelic laugh could be heard around the halls of your peaceful home.

"F-Frank! Stop!" Both of your laughter slowly died down and your sweetheart of a husband smashed his lips onto your soft ones, your breathing immediately calming down and melted into the kiss, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. This went on for a moment, both of your tongue dancing inside of your mouths and just feeling each other's warm body until you felt his rough hand sliding down over your breasts to your tummy.

You quickly grabbed his wrist and broke the kiss, gently pulling away and giggled as you move your face away when he tried to reclaim your lips again, "What do you think you're doing, mister?" You questioned, watching his lips forming into a huge grin and planting a kiss on your forehead.

"I was just feeling your sexy body, darling. Will you let me?" He sat up and rested his hands on your bended knees, wanting to separate your thick thighs and see the pink treasure, but he wouldn't do that without her consent, he's not like that.

You huffed and crossed your arms, making your boobs pressed together, earning a small groan from Frank, "Hmph! You already did last night, remember?" Pouting, the memory of how he pounded you into the mattress sent tingles to your coochie.

He chuckled, "And you loved it very much, don't you?" He pecked your lips to remove the cute pout off your lips and while he leans down, you used it to your advantage and suddenly switched positions, using your strength to be on top and straddle him. Then a whimper left your lips when you felt a small ache in your core, making Frank sat up and concern washes over his face, "Baby, shit... are you alright?" He checked around your body, trying to see if there's any kind of pain but you quickly put your hand on his cheek and made him look at you, your (E/C) gazing down at his brown ones.

"It hurts a bit, but it's okay, I can handle it." You gave him a reassuring smile but he seems unconvinced, "Are you sure? I could get you some pain killers."

You shake your head 'No' and gently push him back, his hands folding behind his head and a smug grin appeared on his lips as he examined every inch of your body, "Lovin' the view, darling." He commented and bit his bottom lip, desperately wanting to touch your soft skin as he rested his large hands on your hips.

A smirk formed on your lips and tilted your head at the side, "I miss riding you." You carefully roam your hand on his built chest, wondering how you got a man so appreciative of having you as his wife.

"Ride me next time, then." He murmured and closed his eyes. This is one of the moments that you cherished so much, just feeling each other's existence already makes you feel contented. No one had made you feel butterflies in your stomach unlike how Frank did. You thought that you will never feel love because of how you look, but he proved you wrong once he came into your life. He was always there whenever you need a shoulder to cry on, supports whatever you do best, and did everything in order to gain your trust. People nowadays are rude and mean to people like you, so Frank understood why you have trust issues.

When you first met him, you were a sassy lady! Every time you gave him a sassy response to his flirty compliments, you didn't know that he kept on falling for you. Until now, you have no idea how much this man could love you so dearly, and you hope that he wouldn't stop loving you-

He carefully sat up, snapping out of your entrance and he just holds you where you are sitting, "Do you wanna go out and get something to eat?" Frank suggested and as he said that, a low rumble in your stomach was heard, making your eyes widened in embarrassment.

Frank snickered at your embarrassed state and kissed your cheek, "You're so fucking adorable." He wrapped his arms around your waist and sniffed your scent on your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his neck in return, heat rushing up to your cheeks, "I'm not adorable, I'm beautiful." You felt him smiled against your skin and nibbled on your neck, a soft gasp escaping your lips and both of you were suddenly off the messy bed, his hands under your thighs as he carried you toward the bathroom.

"I'm gonna treat you today, babygirl. I'll buy you whatever you want." He said before he engulfed your lips with his, making you moan through the kiss as he entered the bathroom and shut the door closed with his foot.

(Y/N) crossed her arms as she stood there on her husband's office doorway and watched him skim through a bunch of scattered papers on his desk and data from his tablet. It has only been two weeks since Sebastian dicked you down but being the horny bastard you are, you are craving for him to just destroy your coochie. Just remembering how he would rip your clothes in half, tied you up, tease you for eternity, roam his large hands around your plump body, whisper dirty nothings into your ear as he hammered you, sent shivers down to your spine and felt tingles down south. However, it seems like Seb won't be doing those for a while as he is occupied with something.

You've been standing there for about five minutes and Seb didn't even spare you a glance. Your lips formed into a pout and walked towards him, his attention pulled back for a second when he heard footsteps. Alerted, he grabbed his gun from a drawer, but when he saw that it's just you in a cute flowy dress with a grumpy look, his stance immediately relaxes and slump back on his comfortable office chair, a grin making its way on his face and stretched out his arms, "Hey baby girl, come here and sit on my lap."

(Y/N) doesn't need to be told twice and straight away sat on his lap, getting comfortable and making sure that she's not hurting Seb with her weight, which he doesn't really mind, "You look so cute in this dress that I bought you," he took a good look again and bit his bottom lip, loving how the (C/D) color compliments your skin tone and he gazed a little longer on your cleavage, "Do you need anything, sugar?"

You huffed and he placed his hands on your curvy waist, still holding his gun but you don't feel threatened by it, "You've been so busy lately," you murmured, not looking at him in the eye as you played with his loose shirt and Sebastian sighed. He is, in fact, busy taking down another mob and thought that it will be a piece of cake until he found out that it's not just an ordinary mob, a feared and known man named Frank Grillo planned out devious actions to their town. It is such a big deal that it involved other leaders such as Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Scarlett Johansson, and more. Knowing that it will be hard to take Grillo down, Seb is certain that it will take a few weeks to solve the issue.

"I know, baby, but this ain't just a plain mission that I have to take care of. So it might take a little longer than a week." He explained as he tosses his handgun on the desk and gently grabbed your face, making you look at him with your chubby cheeks squished a bit. He chuckled at your expression, "Tell you what, when this is all over, we can go and do whatever you want, or maybe a trip to a place you've always wanted to visit."

Your face lits up at his offers, excitement bubbling up in your body, "Really?" You wanted to make sure that he wasn't joking because you really wanted to go out of town for a while, just thinking about exploring another place brings you joy. When he hummed in agreement and seeing no signs of banter on his face, you squealed in delight and engulfed him in a warm hug, feeling his strong biceps returning the hug as well, "Thank you, Sebby!" You said and gave him a kiss, swallowing his chuckles and it started to get heated up as you slowly reached the first button of his blouse while his hands slipped under your dress to touch your full ass and gripped it, smiling smugly when he felt that you only have panties on. You yelped when he gave you a good, big spank and eased the sting afterward by caressing it.

Both of you pulled away from the lack of oxygen, staring into each other's eyes and you smirked at where this is going, "You look so fucking good," he muttered and went to kiss and suck your neck when his phone rang, causing the couple to groan in annoyance. Seb grabbed his phone to answer, not bothering to read the ID caller, and harshly said, "What?!"

(Y/N) sat there and watched him interact with whoever he's calling and by the looks of it, the pressure of the assignment just added more to his stress and palmed his face with his other hand. As the call finally ended, she looked at him empathetically and brushed his soft hair with her hand, "I guess you should do your thing now, sorry for disturbing you though." She said and he let out a tired exhale, hoping that they can catch the rascal sooner, "Since you're doing mostly everything, I will cook your food and maybe help you in the assignment." You suggested with a sweet smile that he can't help but smile back, despite being worn out.

"You're the best fucking wife ever, have I told you that? Keeping me sane from these shitty missions." He told in a drowsy tone, his eyes almost closing and you giggled, lifting yourself from his lap and smoothen your dress, "You've already told me that many times, silly. Now, go do your work while I prepare dinner." You softly planted your lips on his forehead and hoped for the best before heading to the door and left his office, leaving him in a lovey-dovey feeling while you were not only thinking of dinner but also some filthy teasing for him in the following days.

After a few days, Sebastian and the team realized that they basically have everything to take down this guy, so all they have to do is trace all of his bases across the city, hack the system, and eliminate them without causing any harm to other citizens, simple as it sounds but will take longer as it usually does. With their much-advanced technologies, it is nothing compared to Grillo's and they are now determined to finish their business in a day or two.

On the other hand, you have finally thought of ideas on how you're gonna make your husband get sexually frustrated and get him riled up when his business is done. For the warm-up, you prepared breakfast and set them on a tray, bringing them upstairs to his office because he ended up sleeping on the couch. Ignoring the looks and smirks from the bodyguards, you balanced the tray with your other hand and hip and opened the door, carefully pushing it wider and entered the room, closing the room with your foot. Your eyes landed on Sebastian who was still sleeping so you headed to the side of his desk and placed the tray full of food there.

You quietly approached him and held your laughter when he snored loudly, his mouth slightly open and drool slowly going down to his jaw. Before it happened, you lightly shake him from his slumber and he flinched, wiping the saliva off his chin and cleared his vision by rubbing his eyes. He looked up and saw you standing there, his sight still quite unclear, "Morning, Seb. I guessed you had a good sleep, huh?" Chuckling, you grabbed the coffee from the tray and offered it to him, warning him that it's hot.

"Morning, sweetheart. Thanks." He mumbled and blew it before taking a sip, feeling very relieved when the warmness of his drink flowed down to his body, "Definitely, because I dreamt of you."

Playfully rolling your eyes at his cheekiness, you were about to say something when at last, he looked up from his coffee and his face went into a surprise one, eyeing you up and down, "(Y/N), what are you wearing?" He said, his tone turning into serious and waited for your response, thinking of any possible answer as to why you decided to only wear a crop top and lace panties.

You looked down at your clothes, seeing that there was no problem with it and looked back at him in confusion, feigning innocence, "I'm just wearing what I usually wear, honey. What are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about?" His look that he's giving you right now is so territorial that it nearly made your panties wet, and how his voice sounds firm yet calm showed that he's holding back his anger, "You're only wearing a fucking crop top and panties, you fucking let those guards see you in this?" His mug was no longer in his hands as he stood up from his sofa and proceed towards you, trapping you with his hands on the sides of the desk, eyeing your face as if you're planning something on him.

Indeed, you are.

You sighed, doing your best to act because knowing your husband is observant, it will ruin your plan, "Sebastian, this isn't the first time I did this and you were fine with it. Why this time is different?" You countered back and it was his turn for him to exhale, looking away from you and forming up the words in his mind before letting them out.

"Sorry baby, I-I just... I haven't been able to feel you for a while and it's getting to me that you'll get bored and find something else to entertain you when I want to be the only one to pleasure you." He admitted and hid his face on your neck, sniffing your scent and made a tiny groan on how good you smell.

You giggled at his confession and gave him a kiss on his cheek, "Don't worry, Sebby. You're the only one." You whispered, reassuring him and giving him a small smile while your mind was twerking because you haven't fucked up and got the exact reaction you wanted.

You sighed in relief as you got yourself comfortable on your Intex Canopy Island floatie and be mindful to not spill your drink which is on the holder. It was a bit cloudy outside and you decided that it's the perfect time to ease yourself at the swimming pool that Sebastian bought for you for your birthday two years ago. He was taking you to a trip to his homeland, Romania, for 6 months to let the engineers build it without you knowing and made sure that he perfectly timed everything to be finished before your birthday.

He also bought you some cute floaties to decorate the pool, new dresses, jewels, food, and many more. You swore that Seb will do everything to make you happy, especially if the cause of your happiness is him. You discussed to him about spending too much money on you but of course, he wouldn't listen and still spoil you to death.

You are wearing your favorite black bikini and secretly borrowed Seb's dark tinted glasses that he was supposed to wear today and it is part of your plan for him to find it, but it didn't take him too long to figure out when you saw him entered the terrace of his office with his arms crossed and staring straight down at you. You just giggled and gave him a small wave as you slowly opened your legs wider for him to see. He was wearing the suit that he usually wears for his missions and buckled up with handguns, magazines, and knives. Gazing at how sexy and dominant he looks, you couldn't help but inch your hand closer to your bikini panties and moved it slightly to the side, giving him a small peek of your honeypot.

He saw what you were doing and went back to his office, heading to the swimming pool and steadily walk towards you, keeping an eye on you as you used the water to make your way to him. You flashed him a pure smile and sat down on your knees, seeing his eyes ogling your entire body makes you feel so confident and like a queen!

"What do you think you're doing, Mrs. Stan?" He questioned and kneeled down on one knee, "I believe that you have something that belongs to me."

"Which one?" Your response made him snickered.

"The glasses, sweetie. Besides, why would you hide your beautiful eyes?" He gently took the glasses from you and showed your alluring (E/C) orbs, that is silently telling him to kiss you. He hung the glasses on the collar of his shirt and cupped your face with his hands, "So pretty..." He muttered and brought his face closer to yours, your lips connecting. You just kept your hands on your lap while his hands were about to cup your sex and you stopped him from getting too aroused, detaching yourself from the kiss and you see his face kind of disappointed and rejected, "Baby, I don't want you to get excited when you have a business to take care of, you'll get distracted and I don't want you to get hurt."

His brow almost raised in suspicion. Minutes ago, you were giving him a small show and seems to enjoy teasing him, but now you were all worried about him getting a cut, "Well, you better stop teasing me, darling, or else you might not get this cock that you're desperate for a long time because of your naughtiness." He leaned in, his nose touching yours as he whispered those words and you quivered below him, "Understand, babygirl?"

You gulped, "Yes, daddie..."

"Good girl. Now, it's time for me to go," he said as he stood up and wore his tinted glasses, "The guards will keep you protected and just message me if something happened, alright?"

You nodded and granted him a small smile, "Of course, stay safe, Sebby. Love you." Even though he already warned you about your mischievousness, it's not enough to stop you from doing the last show you're gonna pull off.

Looking at herself in the mirror one last time, you gave yourself a blowing kiss and giggled excitedly, reminding yourself to act calm and seductive as you put on your matching robe to at least hide the new lingerie you've been waiting to wear for this special day. You took a pill, applied your perfume that Sebastian loves to smell on you, and made sure that every look is fixed.

They finally murdered the mob and destroyed the rest of his crew and his base, and now they're planning to have a party on Chris's place to celebrate their victory. And a day after that, you and Sebastian scheduled a flight, using his private jet, to (D/D) for a month.

You set out in the direction of Seb's office, taking no notice of the guards you passed by again and you quietly placed your left ear to hear what he's doing. He was talking to someone on the phone and heard him chuckle, quite not understanding what few of the muffled words so you pressed your ear harder on the thick wooden door and you finally heard a clear sentence, "Yeah, sure. Me and (Y/N) will definitely like to attend, she misses Dodger, you know. I'm planning to buy her a (P/C) to keep her company whenever I'm gone."

You covered your mouth in shock as you prevent yourself from jumping in excitement and hug the fuck out of your hubby, thus you took a deep breath and got all your act together. You quietly turned the knob and pushed it wide open enough for you to enter. You spotted your Sebby, who is still on the phone with Chris and sitting at the center of the sofa with his arm resting on the crest rail, and you used that as an advantage to take your time to approach him while he hasn't noticed. You were close to him when he had seen you and mouthed, "Hi, babe!"

You offered him a suggestive smile and he took note of it immediately, thinking that you're intending on something, "Definitely, we would love to see that." He continued talking on the phone as he gave you a questioning look and you sat on his lap, the second you untie your robe and let it fall off your shoulders, he almost chokes on his own breath.

You smirked as you leaned in and started to plant sensual kisses on his neck, making him almost forget about the phone call, "Y-yeah, I'll never forget about that- fuck..." He grumbled when you began to grin on his semi-hard cock, itching to just remove every piece of clothing he has right now. As if you read his thoughts, you unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his sturdy chest, roaming your hand on his pecks and played with his nipples a bit, and then kiss your way down, kissing every scar that is present on his body until you halted at the belt.

You looked at him in the eye while you unbuckled his belt and threw it at the side, eager to take it out and finally taste it again. Your eyes widened as soon as his incredibly hard dick sprung free, causing Sebastian to bite back his groan, "Y-yeah, shit... Sorry, I was a bit d-distracted." You knew that Seb was struggling to keep up what Chris was saying so you licked up to his tip and began sucking him all in, deepthroating a few times and careful to not make a loud noise.

"Urgh, fuck!" He gripped his hair and couldn't hold it anymore, "Hey, Chris, sorry to end this call but something happened to (Y/N) and I need to take care of her." He glared at you, ready to put you on your place, and you just smiled and continued to bob your head up and down on his cock.

He ended the call with a short 'Bye' and threw his phone at the side of the sofa as he stood up, instantly locking his fingers with your hair and held on to it, removing your hands from his shaft and grasped both of your wrists in one hand behind your back, "Oh no, darling. You won't be able to do things your way, no no..." He breathly chuckled and pushed your head further down his cock, the tip hitting your throat and your toes curled, feeling your pussy get wet from getting dominated, "You've been teasing me for the past few days and I've. Had. Enough. Of. It!" He gave a thrust to each last words he said.

Your saliva is dripping out of your mouth and his boner is slick enough to slip inside you. He then pulled off of you and easily placed you on the sofa, pushing your legs apart and caught the sight of your barely covered cunt, the front bottom of the lingerie wet with your slick, "Look at what we have here," he quietly said and pressed his nose to your mound, smelling your juice and he growled, moving the lingerie to the side, "Fucking hell." He then plops his face at your sex and sucked it like a starving man.

You gasped, your legs wiggling in pleasure and Seb placed both of his hands at the back of your knees and pushed it towards you, "Oooh daddie, you're so good!" You moaned when he moved his face up and down and side to side, his light stubble beard tickled you closer to your climax and the slurping sounds made you turn on even more. Of course, Sebastian didn't grant you to cum as he pulled away and you whined in protest, desperate for a release. He shuts you up by smashing his lips to yours, both of your tongue moving in sync and tasting each other from one's mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you felt his rough hands gripped your thighs and effortlessly lifted you up from the sofa, not breaking the kiss until he knelt down and gently placed you on the soft rug floor.

"I'm gonna fuck you on this floor," he huskily said as he hooked his arms with your thicc legs and scooted you closer to his, his cock lightly poking your coochie and you almost came, that's how sensitive you are. He aligned his pelvis at your entrance and carefully went inside you, the pair moaning at how his length stretches your tightness and doesn't stop until every inch is inside, "'This cunt is fucking mine."

You whined at Sebastian, wanting him to fuck you already, "Daddie, please! I wanna cum!" You tried to grind but he held your hips tight and straight away started to pound into you mercilessly, your mouth shaping into 'O' and looked for something to hold onto to but found nothing but his strong arms, scratching his sleeves and causing wrinkles but no one cares at this point. As you were about to cum, he suddenly pulled out and quickly flipped you on all fours, slipping his dick right back in and continue on hammering your pussy, "Yes, yes, yes, daddie! I'm so close, please let me cum! Please?!" You sobbed when he gripped a fistful of your hair and pulled you back until your back hits his chest, his other hand taking out your ample breasts from the lingerie and taking one of them in his hand, bend down and latched onto your nipples, your arm snaked back around his neck.

He growled and his pace got faster than before, "Go ahead, little doll. You gotta cum on this fat cock, huh? Your needy pussy always belongs to me, isn't that right, princess?" He whispered against your ear and you screamed, "YES, DADDIE!" You finally came, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he keep hammering your tender cunt and you felt his breath getting a bit ragged.

He groaned and lightly bit your earlobe, "Fuck, baby girl. Imma cum in your pussy, are you ready, baby?"

You squeaked out a 'Yes' and after a few strong thrusts, his chest rumbled and shoots ribbons of warm seed inside of you, resting on top of you but not let his weight crush you. After calming down from their high, he scattered kisses across your neck and back and out of nowhere, he harshly landed pair of his hands on your ass cheeks, causing you to squeak and wiggled out of his grip but it didn't budge, "God damn, I fucking love your jiggly ass." He kneaded it for a moment and gave you last two spankings, your bum getting rosy red color.

Sebastian picked you up from the floor and gently placed you back on the sofa for you to rest, "Sebby?" Your voice sounded raspy and gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes, "When are you gonna buy me a pet?"

He chuckled and softly pinches your cheek, "You were eavesdropping earlier, you naughty kitten." He then started to tickle your sides and you squealed, trying to get away from him and stopped his hands.

You laughed and his heart swells at the sound, his ears will never get tired from hearing your pleasing voice. He finally stopped and leaned in for a kiss, and you responded back with a kiss as well, "I will buy you sooner, baby. Probably, after our trip at (D/D), we will go to a shelter and pick what you want."

You grinned from ear to ear and pulled him by his collar for an embrace, a small 'Oof' came out of his mouth in surprise and returned the gesture, "I hoped you enjoy what we did- shit!" He was pushed down by the floor again and (Y/N) plopped herself on his groin, quickly removing her lingerie before Sebastian could process what's happening properly, seeing you fully naked and he swore he felt his dick twitched in anticipation.

You sneered above him and got down to grinding against his undone pants, working on his erection, "I don't think I'm done playing with your cock, daddie. It's my turn to have it my way."

He sighed with a smile on his face and placed both of his hands behind his head, preparing for many rounds of fucking, "Fuck yeah."

They all cheered Sebastian Stan and clanked their glasses filled with different kinds of alcohol, laughing and chatting with one another as a sexy song played in the background. It is Sebastian's 36th birthday and instead of throwing a party with other people, he wanted to be with his friends and a night of pleasure. They usually go to casinos and VIP bars but they wanted something new, so that's how they ended up here, half-naked women walking around and sex noises can be heard around the halls.

It's been a while since Sebastian had a woman in his bed and now he's looking for the perfect one, rejecting the strippers who desperately wanted to get in his pants. The woman who is now on the stage started to dance and some of his friends are watching while he just glanced at her and shrugged, looking around the club if there's anyone who can satisfy his-

"Seb!" His close friend, Chris Evans, nudged him on the arm and Sebastian whipped his head towards him, raising his brow as to why he called him. "Are you not gonna get a lady today? How about the one who's dancing right now?" They gave a quick look to the blonde dancer as she slid down the pole and opened her legs, the audience cheering and throwing money, "She's gorgeous."

Sebastian sighed and finished his drink, the alcohol burning his throat but he was already familiar with the feeling, "I am looking for one. I just keep getting the same type of woman all over again, I want someone new." He replied and stood up, placing his glass on the table and fixed his suit, "I'm going to get a drink, wanna come?"

Chris shook his head 'No' and leaned back on the leather seat, "Nah, I'm good. Just be sure to get a good night before your party's over." They both smiled before Seb left the table and went to the bar, sitting on the stool and asking the bartender for a strong drink.

He mumbled a 'Thank you' and took a sip of his drink, seeing other strippers seducing young and old men, some even women. Seb just continues minding his own business as the song ended and DJ announced the next lady, "Thank you for that wonderful dance, miss Candy Bomb." He removed the music disc and puts the new one, the song 'Or Nah' by Ty Dolla $ign blasts in the speakers, "Now let's give it up for... miss Sugar Plump!"

Sebastian isn't interested enough to look. However, when he heard the crowd cheered so loudly, his curiosity got him and turned around, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

The chubby stripper, known as Sugar Plump, slowly approached the pole and wrapped her hands around it, her hips swaying seductively and giving the sweetest smile you will ever see.

She is wearing a transparent bra and two butterflies covering her nipples. A panty that is very revealing and only covers her core, butterfly on the center.

As she roamed her hands around her soft body, Sebastian found himself staring at her from head to toe and longer than 2 minutes. He never did this to any girls, he just gets his release and leaves. This is the first time he appreciates someone's beauty and really wants to know her real name.

Judging by the smile on her face, he knew that she's one of those sweet and shy dames, which is rare to find in his city. His eyes following her every movement and his mind are full of questions about her, not knowing he's forming a small tent in his pants.

His breath hitch when she used the strength on her arms and lifted herself up effortlessly, opening her legs and the crowd went wild, throwing more money and it made her a bit confident, knowing that she's doing a good job.

Sebastian cleared his throat when the song has ended and people applaud, few of them shouting at her to have sex with them and she blushed, kneeling down and collecting the money from the floor. His eyebrows furrowed at the man who said that and scenarios flooded in his mind about other people touching your body, not wanting to share what's his.

After gulping down his drink, he headed back to his table and got a closer look to her face, biting his bottom lip on how she looks beautiful and cute. Sugar Plump was about to stand up when her heel broke, tumbling down and landing on her ass. Seb was surprised and he thought that she's going to be embarrassed, but she just laughs it off and removed her shoes, assuring the audience that she's okay and went back to the backstage.

Sebastian's lips curled into a small smile, catching Mackie's attention and looked at him in confusion, "Bro, are you okay?"

The smile on his lips didn't fade, his mind imagining the things he would do to you, "Yeah, I'm completely fine." He response and crossed his arms, "I finally found my birthday present."

'Okay, just be calm.' The shy girl told herself as she looks at herself at the mirror, 'Sebastian fucking Stan is just another customer.' After you came back from your dance, your friends were fangirling at how you look good at your performance and you brushed them off, getting compliments makes you flustered and hide your face in embarrassment.

A couple of minutes later, you were just chatting with your coworkers when your boss burst inside the room and told you that Sebastian Stan wants to buy you.

Buy you...

Buy me?!

The girls aren't for sale, so it confused you a bit. You guessed that Sebastian had offered something that changed your boss's mind.

Now you're just waiting for your room to be ready, extremely nervous of facing a well-known billionaire who's about to fuck you.

What if he doesn't like the sex?

What if he gets disgusted?

What if he gets disappointed at-

Your thoughts were interrupted when there's a knock on your door and asked you if you're ready, replying, "Yes, I'll be there in a minute." Taking a deep breath, you straighten out your outfit, "I hope it goes out great."

She approached the bed and gently lied down, her head on the pillows and getting comfortable on the fluffy mattress. Nobody hasn't bought the highest priced room for a while, most of the time is a room that has a couch and small furniture.

The room is lit by colorful dim lights, making the sexual tension better. It has posters of females wearing bikinis. The mattress and pillows are black and red, one of the sexiest colors you find.

You sat up and remembered to close the door so no other creeps are peeking. Turning around, you softly gasped at the person standing at the doorway.

Sebastian leaned on his side of the frame and observed his present with a smirk on his face. Sugar Plump is wearing a black negligee and underneath the thin clothing, she wears nothing but black lace panties. His smirk grew wider when he saw there's a black ribbon tied under her breasts, just the way he likes it.

His eyes show lust and predatory, licking his lips in hunger as he enters and shuts the door behind him with his foot, sending shivers down your spine and watching him stalk you like you're his prey. Your staring contest continued until you saw his hand came up to your face and placed it on your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb and he glances at your plum lips before returning it to your (E/C) ones.

He leaned closer to your ear and planted some small kisses, nibbling your earlobe, "What's your name, babydoll?" His husky voice tickled your core and the pet name made you whimper. "(Y-Y/N) (L/N)." You stuttered, slightly intimidated and horny at the same time.

You bit your lip when Seb stood straightly and removed his jacket and white t-shirt, his toned body tensed under your stare and you felt yourself soaking your panties, "What a cute name for a cute babygirl like you." He chuckled and you hung your head down, your cheeks heating up and fiddled with your fingers, your shyness getting the best of you.

Sebastian immediately noticed this and doesn't like it one bit, "Hey, hey..." He softly called you and cradle your face, forcing you to look back at him "Don't be shy, I'm now the only one who can see your goddess body. You're mine and I'm yours. Got it, doll?"

You couldn't help but crack a smile and nodded, "Yes, Mr. St-"

"Daddy." He cuts you off, his eyes darkening in lust, "Call me daddy whenever it's playtime."

Your eyes widened and gulped, your dirty mind doing a little dance since you also have a daddy kink, "Yes, daddy~" You tried to sound sexy likes the ones in porn videos, and a growl left Sebastian's lips.

He suddenly pushed you down to the bed and hungrily kissed your lips, swallowing your moans and you wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. You whimpered when he began grinding against your core and his dick is already rock hard, not believing someone like Sebastian Stan would take interest to some gal like you.

Your hands went to his brown locks as he lowered himself down and started sucking your neck and throat, his stubble tickling and yelped when he found your sweet spot and abused it until it turns to purple, marking it so people wouldn't dare steal you away from him, "Mine~" He muttered under his breath, "Stand up and undress for me, babygirl." He helped you stand up and sat down, leaning against the headboard and patiently waited for you to obey.

Licking your lips, you turned around and teasingly lifted your negligee over your head, your breasts fell against your chest and arching your back to show him off your butt. You heard a zipper unzipping and a groan in pleasure from him, "Turn around and crawl to me~" Following his command, your eyes immediately spotted his 10-inch throbbing cock and you gasped, never witnessing a cock THAT big before.

Your reaction caused his smirk to grow bigger and patted his lap with his hand while the other is slowly pumping his cock, "Come on, baby." Your eyes never left his cock as you crawled towards him and about to lick the tip but he quickly grabbed your jaw and pulled you to sit on his lap, "Fuck, doll. Look at you, so beautiful and delicious just for me~" He gently gripped both of your tits and squeezed them together. Without warning, he latched his mouth onto your nipples and moaned at the taste. He looks up to see your face in pleasure and biting your bottom lip to prevent many noises, "Nggh, mmh~"

His wet tongue swirling around your hard buds and pinching them with his index and thumb. After he's done with them, he hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, your legs spread wide. Sebastian lowly whistled at how soaked your panties are and he couldn't help but gave a lick to your clothed core, his cock getting harder at the taste of your juices.

"Fuck, babygirl..." He wrapped his long, muscular fingers around the waistband of your panties and took it off, the smell of your slick in the air and it embarrassed you, turning your head to the side and closed your legs, and it made Sebastian growl in anger.

He harshly opened your legs again and smacked your clit, earning a surprised yelp from you, "Don't you dare close your legs, doll, I wanna see that tasty pussy of yours."

You hesitantly nodded, not wanting to make him upset again, "I-I'm sorry, daddy."

He smiled and kissed your inner thighs, avoiding the treasure and you're aching for his mouth, trying to move your hips but he keeps your thighs in place, "What do you want, babydoll?"

Your hips bucked when his warm breath hits your entrance and you couldn't take it anymore, "Please daddy, I want your mouth on my pussy!" You desperately pleaded as he nearly kissed your folds.

"Then what do I do?"

"Make me- Ahh!" You moaned when his lips finally connected to your slick, his tongue swirling every inch of your petals and you rolled your hips to his face, "Daddy~"

Seb groaned, his eyes remained on your beautiful face as he slid his tongue over your clit to your ass, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Even just a few licks, you can already feel your climax coming and you hoped he wouldn't stop moving his amazing tongue, "Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" He didn't say anything, continuing to work on sucking your juices and reach your high.

You gasped when his two large fingers entered your cunt and that's what triggered your first orgasm for the night, rolling your head back in ecstasy and screaming his name. You thought Sebastian will stop once you're relaxed but he didn't, he kept on sucking your clit and his fingers in and out, seems like he's trying to milk another orgasm from you, "D-Daddy! Mmh!~"

He detached his mouth and crashed his lips onto yours, tasting your own cum from his tongue and you felt him insert his third AND fourth finger, fingering you in such a fast pace while his thumb rubbed your clit. You propped yourself to your elbows and gripped the mattress, your foreheads resting against each other and Sebastian staring intently into your eyes, "You like that, babygirl? You like daddy fingering your wet pussy, huh?" His dirty talk made you whimper and whispered a 'Yes', another knot starting to form on your abdomen and as if Seb could tell, he increases his speed and immediately, your legs spasm from reaching your second peak and your eyes widened in shock, covering your mouth at what just happened.

Sebastian chuckled at how cute you looked and gave you a kiss to your forehead, "Aww, is this babygirl's first time squirting?" You had your pussy get eaten a couple of times but it was only a few licks, not paying too much attention to it and straight-up bury their dick.

You silently nodded and breathe until you're calmed down, happy that he's the first one to do it to you. He slowly removed his coated fingers as you roam your hand on his chest to his stomach, licking your lips when you saw his red tip leaking with precum. Then a hand was brought up to your face and you knew what to do, so you opened your mouth and took his fingers, licking him clean.

He hummed as he watched you suck his fingers, completely mesmerized of your irresistible body, "You want to suck my cock, princess?" He questioned and you squealed in excitement, finally get to taste his big friend. Seb smirked and stands up, fully removing his pants and his fat cock proudly stands up. You went on fours and stared at his shaft in awe, "Daddy, you're so big~" Sticking your tongue out, you licked the base and teasingly went up to the tip, swirling around the head and collecting his precum, Sebastian groaning above you.

When it comes to blowjobs, he doesn't let the girl suck his cock, he does. He'll hold the head and fuck their mouth, not caring if they're gagging. But with you, he just let you take control of it, not wanting to hurt you. You took half of his dick with your mouth while you rubbed the parts that don't fit, massaging his balls and the warmth of your mouth is pure heaven.

Resisting the urge to take over, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and his grip tightened. You looked up at him and knew he wanted to do something, the face is already familiar from your past services. After practicing what you're going to say in your mind, you removed his cock from your mouth and Sebastian was about to ask but you cut him off with a kiss, him immediately melting to it. You put your hands on his cheeks, "I want you to take control, daddy. I want you to ruin my tight holes until I'm so sore, please daddy." You begged and waited for him to say something.

You saw hesitation in his eyes but you could tell he also wanted it, "D-Doll, I don't want to hurt you."

A small smile formed on your lips, "It's okay, daddy, I like it rough~"

The next thing you know is that you're on fours again and his cock is right back into your mouth, your moans sent vibrations through his cock as he began fucking your mouth, his balls slapping under your chin as he holds your face in a comfortable way, "FUCK! Your mouth feels so fucking good, babygirl. You like getting your mouth fucked, don't you?" You couldn't reply, all you could do is moan and look up at him.

You felt his cock twitch and he pulled away, leaving you in wonder and watched him leaned back on the headboard. You were suddenly pulled by the waist, your back facing him, "Ride me, (Y/N). Ride this fat cock 'til I cum." He held you by your hips as you positioned his tip to your entrance and sunk down, both moaning at the way he's stretching your walls and how you're so tight for him. After giving you a moment to adjust, you took him by surprise when you began rocking your hips, any man is lucky to feel how smooth your walls are.

"Mmh, daddy~ You're so big!" You moaned and fasten your speed, your hands placed on his thighs for support and your climax is starting to build up. Sebastian is gawking at how your ass jiggle every time you bounce and he couldn't help but spank your rear, causing you to let out a surprised moan and he snickered, panting because his high is near, "You like getting spanked, darling? Huh? What if I do that again?"

You smiled and rubbed your clit as Seb slaps your ass six more times, loving how it quickly turned into rosy red, "Oh daddy, I'm going- YES!" She screamed in pleasure when he gripped her hips and fuck up into you, your mouth opened in a small 'O' shape and after a few more thrusts, they both came.

Sebastian evilly chuckled when he saw you shaking above him and to torture you, even more, he gave you a couple of slaps to your clit while still buried inside you, your juices mix with his, "Turn around, doll." Gently, you lifted yourself up and whimpered when his still rock-hard cock touched your sensitive bundle of nerves. You turned and thought it was over when he spread your ass cheeks and shove his dick in your ass, your eyes widening and your breath hitched as he pounded, staring at you in awe and you lied down on his chest, "Oh daddy, you feel so good! Aah!" His heavy balls slapped against your rear, causing him to grunt and squeezed both of your cheeks.

"Come on, babygirl. Ride daddy's big fat cock, do it for me." You did as he said, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy, your bare pussy is such a view and he slid his thumb in ease, thrusting it to add more pleasure.

You don't know if you're gonna pass out soon, you kept riding him like there's no tomorrow and your fourth orgasm is coming, "Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh, daddy, I'm gonna- gonna cum on your big cock!"

"No!" You cried out when he unexpectedly pulled out and told you to stand up, your body desperate for another release. He followed as he grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his neck, "Jump, doll." You jumped and catches you under your thighs, now knowing what he's going to do next.

Sebastian roughly kissed her, her soft lips relaxing his heartbeat and he will kiss her forever if he could, "I'm gonna fuck you like this, babygirl. You're gonna scream for daddy as I pound in your delicious pussy. Now, put daddy's cock in." He demanded and you obeyed, moaning at how his tip stretches you immediately and once he's inside, he thrusts up and the sensation was euphoria. No man has ever carried you because you were too heavy for their liking. Therefore, this was new to you and it made you feel better about your body, thanks to this man who decided to buy you.

You clung onto Sebastian, burying your face in the crook of his neck and planting kisses to his jaw and ear, whispering how good he's making you feel, "Oh daddy! Your cock feels so good in my pussy, you're gonna make me cum again~"

Your words boost his ego so much and pounded deeper, tears forming at the corner of your eyes, "You like that, huh? You like daddy fucking you so deep?" You sealed his lips with yours and closed your eyes, a tear dropping down to your cheek and Sebastian noticed this once you pulled apart, "Aww, is it so good that you're crying? Come on baby, you have another one in you, let go for me." His gravelly voice sent goosebumps to your skin and after a few hard thrusts, both of you finally came, screaming each other's name and covering his cock with your fluid while he shoots ribbons of his hot seed.

Seb carefully laid down, the girl above him softly panted, her head on his chest and tracing random patterns with her finger. He smiled and poked her nose, capturing her attention, "Yes, Mr. Stan?" You weren't sure if you're allowed to call him by his first name, so you used formalities.

He raised his brow, "(Y/N), just call me Sebastian. No need to use those." He kissed your forehead, contented to have you in bed with him while you were questioning why Sebastian Stan chose you over some skinny strippers. You were spacing out and not realizing Seb was talking until he called out your name, "Are you okay, babydoll?"

You sighed, "Sorry, I was wondering why you chose a chubby girl instead of someone who is fit." You admitted and the memories of getting bullied in elementary and high school came back, your blood boiling at the people who hurt you.

"Doll..." He called and used his index and thumb to make her look at him, "I didn't choose you because I felt bad or pity, there was something about you that made me want you, need you. You have something that I wanted for a long time that no one could ever give me. I don't know why a sweet girl like you would end up in this hellhole."

You hummed and moved closer to him, feeling comfortable and Seb felt like it's an achievement to him, "My reason is cliché, like the ones you see in the books and movies, I need money." You stated and ran your thumb on his stubble.

He then remembered he did all his best to convince the boss until she eventually gave in, accepting the huge amount of money he offered just to get you out of here and stay with him, "You no longer need to, darling. You're now going to be loved and taken care of. The boss mentioned that you wanted to be a (D/P), is that correct?"

You nodded and he smiled, "I'm going to help you achieve that." Your eyes widened in shock and feel bad, not wanting to spend too much for you. "B-But isn't it too much? You already bought-"

"Shh..." He shushed you and closes his eyes, not even caring if he did spend a lot for you, as long as you're happy then he's happy, "Don't worry about it, it was only five hundred thousand."

You gasped and quickly sat up, ready to hit him with a pillow when someone knocked on the door, his voice muffled from the other side, "Sebastian, it's almost time. Are you done?" It was Anthony and Sebastian groaned in annoyance, knowing his friend not wanting to stay in this place any longer.

Seb sighed and about to stand up when you stopped him, confusion was written on your face, "You're leaving?" She questioned and she looks like a sad puppy, not wanting him to leave her alone. He smiled and gave her a chaste kiss, "Baby, I will pick you up tomorrow so packed up all of your stuff and we'll go shopping and eat anywhere you like. Deal?" Your eyes brightened at the idea and nodded excitedly, happy you're not working in this shithole anymore and sad because you're leaving the friends you made while working here, but you promise that you'll text and go out with them if there's a chance.

"Okay, daddy."

Chris huffed out in relief as he stood up straightly and took a good look at his freshly cleaned pick-up truck, the vehicle shining with the sun and not a single dirt was spotted. He wore a satisfied smile on his face and grabbed the hood of the car, "Can't wait to use you soon." Murmured the brunette to himself as he closed the bonnet and started to collect the tools that were on the ground when his cellphone vibrated in his pocket.

He closed the toolbox first and carried it to the porch, placing it on a nearby table before getting his phone and read the user. As soon as he read who it was, his mouth stretched into a grin, and answered, "Hey Mack. Any updates on your current project?"

"Yeah, it went great actually. I didn't think it'll work but it did." Anthony responded with proudness in his voice, "How about you? Anything new happened there?"

Chris hummed as he grabbed his towel that was hung on the fence and used it to wipe his perspiring, shirtless body, "Nothing much, it is pretty hot out here and I just had my truck cleaned. Anyways, what made you call me?"

There was unsureness in his voice, "Uuuh, I know that you love your car so much, but can I borrow your truck tomorrow? I promise that I'll take good care of her!"

Chris chuckled, "No no no, I don't trust you, man. What do you need it for?"

"I'm just gonna pick up some wood and other shit. Trust me on this."

"Hmm, how about we pick up your order, just to make sure nothing will go wrong. Either way, I also need to get something. You owe me a beer for that." He suggested and held back his laughter when he heard Anthony sigh from the other line and eventually agreed.

Chris placed his hand on his hip and observed the sunny day and surprisingly quiet neighborhood, "I also do need to fix the back door of my house, I accident- oh, there she is." He lowered his voice down a bit just as soon as he saw his favorite, plump neighbor come out of her house and sat down on her chair by the porch with a cold glass of lemonade in her hand.

"What do you mean 'There she is'?" Mackie questioned.

"My neighbor." He responded with a small smirk on his lips and watched you adjust your sunglasses.

"Ooooh, the new neighbor? The cute one?"

Chris lowly chuckled at his friend's question, "Yes, the cute one. I noticed that every time I’m out here doing work, she’ll also go out and do something.” He said and scanned her body from head to toe. You were wearing an (F/C) bikini top and underneath is a see-through sarong, which shows the string underwear and your whole backside, "If you can only see what she is wearing right now, she's probably showing off." He joked and heard his friend laugh.

"Alright alright, you lucky bastard. Anyway, I gotta go now, my boss is calling me. Tell me if something happened between the two of you and I need that truck!" Chris shook his head from side to side but still had a grin on his face and ended the call, putting back his device in his patch and glanced towards your way. It might seem like you were enjoying yourself with a nice, cool drink on a hot day and nothing else, but that is not it. Chris is aware of your very obvious intentions despite acting like you were not aware of your actions, and that only made it more fun for him because he gets to see live and free porn from time to time. All he has to do is to look at his window from the bedroom.

He remembered all of the times you were not being so conscious of any attention that you could draw on and Chris found your confidence so provocative. If you were dancing for hours on end, he would not mind watching you and how your body jiggle, it only arouses him more. At first, he was unsure if (Y/N)'s attraction was for him and perhaps was thinking of someone else. However, one of her special occasions proved him wrong.

Chris groaned as he lied down on his soft bedding and unlocked his phone to go to Google search, grabbing his earphones from the side and plugging it in. It was another stressful work that he had to take care of and now he is planning to get some release. He searched up his favorite pornography site and began scrolling through the feed until he finally found something that will interest him. He was not in the mood to watch two people have sex, but looking for videos that contain a woman playing with herself, so that was what he wrote in the search bar.

He tried every video that has an interesting thumbnail enough for him to click and the results were not his exact expectations, causing him to sigh in boredom and continued to swipe his thumb upward. Chris clicked on another video and observed the woman who was leaned back on the headboard of her bed and fingering her twat at a semi-fast pace, her moans ringing in his ears and that is enough to pull his half-hard cock out of his boxers, even if it sounds to be quite echoing and out of sync.

'That's weird, it never happened before.' Chris wondered before shrugging it off and started at a slow pace and followed the woman's rhythm, collecting pre-cum from his tip with his thumb and spreading it down to his shaft, his eyes glued to his screen and specifically on the girl's vagina. Watching the woman getting herself off was not enough for him, but the whimpers and moans are what gets him going, and thought of other scenarios such as a hot chick riding his cock like there is no tomorrow. He screwed his eyes shut as he gripped his cock firmer, his mind wandering off to his neighbor's swaying wide hips as she danced to a song she kept on the speakers for the fifth time not too long ago.

Chris knows that it is illicit and alarming for him to be watching what his neighbor was doing without her knowing, he knows that he should just mind his own business and stop being a pervert, but how could he? How could he ignore such a seductive, shapely woman confidently show off her delectable body without a care to the world? He sometimes ponders what you taste like, how soft you are, how your thick thighs will cover both sides of his head as he ate you out. Just the thought of that could make his phallus explode.

He opened his eyes and darted back to his screen, and his brow raised when he saw that the girl was switching into her next position, yet still making sexual noises. Deciding to test the sounds, he pressed the pause button and it made him perk up when the moans are still playing and oh, those whimpers do sound familiar. Chris then took off his earphones and turned his head towards the source of the sounds, which is at his dearest window that is covered by the drape, 'Oh god, what is she up to now?' He put his penis back in his underwear and got out of bed, her moans getting a bit louder as he headed towards the aperture. Chris grabbed the curtain and peeked out, and what he saw instantly made his knob fully stiffened.

There you were with the windows open and curtains drawback, as usual, and bouncing on your bed as you ride a large dildo and used the headboard as leverage. Your jiggling ass was facing him and he was hypnotized whenever you lowered down and your pussy swallowed the whole length, 'Holy fuck!' Chris found himself pulling his dick out again and started to stroke his shaft, 'She's so fucking perfect, good fucking god.' He does sometimes wonder if you ever see or feel like someone is watching you and maybe exposing yourself too much, but he ain’t complaining.

"Oh, daddy! Your dick feels so g-good!" Your breathy moans sent goosebumps throughout his skin and soon emulated your hasty rapid, his grip on his meaty prick only tightened and more of his clear wetness dripped down to his boner.

Chris groaned lowly as he could, his hand sliding down whenever you lowered yourself to your toy and he visualized himself to be in that same room and he was under you, enjoying the view of your bouncing jugs and your weight pressing his lower region further to the bed as you ride him as if your life depended on it, "Yes baby, keep riding like that for daddy." He whispered, his hand fully coated with his fluid and his girth pulsed in rapture, hissing at the sudden palpitate, "Yes yes yes, ride that fucking dick. Such a good girl for me. Holy fuck!"

Your mouth formed into an 'o' and tried your best to keep up the tempo you recently commenced, the third upcoming climax bubbling up in your abdomen and you could not wait any longer, your mind and body suffused with so much bliss that you are very sure that your physique will be tumefied and fatigued by the morning. You leaned back with one arm supporting behind you and your other hand came in contact with your little bean, "Oooooh fuck! Daddy! Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" You threw your head back in ecstasy at the added up pleasure and as your peak was building up, your mind drifted to your fine, hot neighbor and a smile came upon your ecstatic face, remembering the time when he was shirtless while tending his garden, his beefy torso tempting you to just grind your dampness on his abs and hairy chest.

His knob was gnawing for some release and his breathing got quicker when he sensed that he was also near his climax, "Shit, come on, baby. Be a good girl and cum for daddy." Another scenario was made up in his head where Chris buried his whole cock in your throat, his hands holding both sides of your head as he spilled his milk down your esophagus, forcing you to take all of his stiffies and swallow his seed. He was focused on building up his peak, watching you intensely as you reached yours. Evans was at least expecting to hold it a little bit longer but it already popped when he heard his name got whimpered out of your pretty mouth, your legs shaking at the orgasm as you chanted his name like a prayer, 'Oh fuck, she just... she just said my name!' He panted as he looked down at his mess and saw that it reached outside his window, realizing that this was probably the greatest release he had experienced in his life so far, let alone just from masturbating-

"Chris!" A womanly voice called and his head shot up at the mention of his name, seeing a pair of (E/C) eyes with a beaming smile on her lovely face, "Are you okay? You look like you're spacing out."

Chris chuckled and fanned himself with his towel, "It's hot out here, can you blame me?" His eyes glimpsed down to the curve of your haunch when you stood up from your Adirondack chair and grabbed the pitcher of lemonade, indecisive whether his mouth is thirsting over your derriere or the fresh juice.

"It is very hot today," you agreed and filled the other empty glass with the sweetened beverage, "Do you want some lemonade? I'm sure it'll help you with this parching weather." You offered as you glanced back to see him just watching you in somewhat amusement, a brow on your face lifting at his expression. It may not seem like it, but you are up to date to his ogling at your form from time to time and you found it mirthful, keeping an eye on him as he proceeded towards your portico, "Do you like my bikini top today? I mean, I'm willing to let you borrow it since you have a bigger chest than me." You randomly teased and reached your arm out with a cup of lemonade in your hand to him, referring to his nude torso.

He shook his head from side to side with a grin on his face as he stood in front of you and accepted the drink, his height and massive frame sending you in awe, "Thank you for the drink, but no thanks for the bikini. I got better ones." The blonde jokingly retorted and gulped his juice.

You laughed at his response and nodded, "Sureeee, but it will look good on you, though." You propounded as you sat back down to your seat and crossed your legs, causing the sarong to rise a bit and revealed more of your (C/S) skin, peering up at him with playful eyes.

Chris snickered and finished the drink, "I'll think about it." He gently placed the glass on the table, the freshening liquid soothing his partially drained body, "So, it's been around two or three weeks since you moved into this neighborhood. How you like it so far?" He asked as he leaned on the porch railing and crossed his arms. He had occasionally been struggling to keep up the chill facade that he usually has when he was around people; however, pictures of your face twisting in glee and pleasured gasps coming out of your kissable lips echoed in his deprave mind each time he was near your presence, resulting his insides fluttering and making unnecessary movements.

You hummed, "Well, it's nice out here. I'm glad that I chose the right area and," you edged the word the last word and lightly swirl the liquid in the cup, getting a little bashful on what you were gonna say next, "I'm lucky to have such an attractive man next door." You boldly responded with a small smirk as you brought the rim of your glass to your own, peering up at him who was eyeing your throat as it gulped down the juice, his profound look made your heart stir.

His pupils dilated at your assertion, fingers twitching in temptation to press you against the wall and devour your exquisite, inviting lips, but Chris doesn't want to give in to your tantalizing ways just yet, might as well play along with what you started.

He let out a small chortle and the sound of it made you kinda puzzled whether he was amused at your comment or amused at you until he stated, "Hmm, thank you. I can definitely say the same thing, kitten. It's been a while since I saw a beauty queen as my neighbor."

You can feel your face getting hotter than the weather at the pet name he gave you, but (Y/N) playfully rolled your eyes at his blarney and waved it off, "You're so cheesy, Chris." You giggled as you stood up to your feet and grabbed the glasses while Chris defended himself, saying that it was true. "Yeah, yeah. Hey, I'm just gonna put this back- Oh!" A reminder popped in your head as you faced the entrance door. You recalled that the spare room door was unhinged and having the brown-haired handyman behind you is good timing.

You slowly turned your body and caught a short sight of him looking down to your bum before quickly raising his chin and meeting his green orbs, but you brushed it off and acted like you did not witness him checking you out, you shared, "Oh shoot, I just remembered that my uh... the door for my other room is broken and I don't know how to fix it." You pursed your lips and held your laughter when Chris lifted his brow in question with a grin, "Hmm, and?"

You dramatically sighed and pulled out your puppy face, "I know that he assisted me last time with carrying my boxes when I moved in, but I need his help again."

The fleshy lady let out a titter when Chris threw his hands up in the air in a joking matter and remarked, "Alright, Chris the builder to the rescue!"

"Huh," Evans hummed as he knelt to his knee and observed the separated, bottom hinges of the door, spotting the parts that need to be repaired, "The hinges were only loose, so it doesn't need a new one. I just need to tighten it a bit more and ta-da." He explained and gave you a reassuring smile as you stood beside him and listened to what he described, his reassurance gave you a sense of alleviation.

You nodded and took a step back for his working space, feeling incredibly blessed for having a friendly neighbor and a jack of all trades, "Thank you so much, Chris. You've been such a help to me. I'm not exactly making money right now, but maybe I can toast some cheese bread and make coffee for you as my repayment?" (Y/N) offered as she blocked out the portrayals of you and him in carnal positions and blowing him as your recompense instead, and her brows raised when he made a wave gesture as a 'No'.

"Eh, it's fine. You're adjusting to your new environment, so keep what you have left for yourself. Besides, I like helping people and I am privileged to have such a sight for sore eyes of a neighbor who I get to see every day." He threw a playful wink at you and you laughed it off, finding his corny remarks quite hilarious. Chris did always enjoy seeing you do simple tasks, especially in the bedroom, but he is not planning to mention any of it since that is going to be completely out of line.

"Stop it, Chris." You simpered and tugged a piece of hair behind your ear, slightly fiddling with the knot of your sarong, "While you're at it, I'm just gonna go to my room and take a shower. Again, thank you so much."

He chuckled, "No problem, sweetcheeks."

Chris sighed in relief as he sat down to the floor and got a good look of the now mended postern, pleased with how it turned out to be perfectly functioning like how a door should be, "Okaaayy, time to inform the lovely lady." He returned the tools in the tool case and stood up as he picked up the box. Evans attempted to find your bedroom, but he was quite unfamiliar with where it was located, despite almost having the same interior rooms design of the whole house, so he decided to call out your name instead to avoid snooping around.

"Over here!" Your voice yelled out from the right and he followed, seeing the bedroom door was half-opened and large enough to fit the head in there. Chris was about to open his mouth and notify (Y/N) about the repaired door, and perhaps toss more cute nicknames in your way, but his steps came to an end just as soon as he caught the sight of you only wearing cotton panties, your back facing him and reaching your folded shirt that was placed on the nightstand.

'Jesus Christ, she's fucking sexy.' He thought and gulped when he saw a glimpse of your side boob and the way your huge cheeks hugs the undies, visioning his face to be buried in those full rump. Even after seeing you naked and even wanking off a few times, the view of your figure still makes him experience erotic tingles and his eyes never get uninterested. Chris was convinced that you are a goddess in disguise.

He was addled when Evans came to a realization, if you were still partially bare and dressing up then she should not have called him just yet, right? His silent inquiries made his brows straiten, were you not aware that your door was open and the guest could easily peek in? You must have at least some cognizance in spite of what have you been displaying from your window, you were alone at those times and right now, you have a visitor.

Not knowing how to come up with a conclusion, he quietly took a few steps backward, leaned his back against the wall, and took a deep breath before he spoke in a lowered voice as to not spook you, "I was able to fix the hinges, it was easy as I thought it would. Do you wanna check it out?" He wiggled his arms in an attempt to loosen his taut shoulders at the moment he heard your padded footsteps. Chris then straighten his posture when he heard the creak sounds of the door as it opened and there you were in pajama shorts and a baggy shirt, 'Cute.' He smiled and you returned the mien, his eyes trailing down to your chest and his grin almost dropped when he noticed your nipples vaguely straining your top, his clutch on the handle of the toolbox strengthen. His thoughts were jumbled:

Is she this heedless?

Maybe she is just comfortable with him, but she has only known him for only two or three weeks!

She is probably teasing me or is it possible that she has always been well up on her raunchy deeds?

Chris has seen you naked countless times, but seeing it up close has a different sentiment and it only added up to his adulation for you, his newly and plumptious neighbor who seized his attention since the day you set foot on this newfangled location. Recollecting the memories of you jerking off warmed his face, yet kept the amiable look to distract you from the rigidifying manhood from below.

(Y/N) giggled at how adorable Chris's smile is, thankful for not looking down at his pants, "Of course! Lead the way, handsome." She spoke with a small smirk on her lips.

Oh boy

"Fucking finally," Evans exhaled as he plopped down to his bed and rested both of his hands behind his head, his tired muscles instantly felt relaxed when his body came in contact with his comforters. Chris was worn out after repairing a lot of things: the engine of his pickup truck, your spare room door, and the back door of his house.

Back at (Y/N)'s house, he developed a semi hard-on as he was teaching you what he did to the pivot, feeling extremely embarrassed and sweltered. Luckily, he was able to hide and resist his urges until he accomplished all of his tasks and at last, he has the time to compose and do what he wanted to do, and that is to get one's rocks off.

His mind floated to your curvaceous frame and his hand crept down to his rigidity, gently sliding his boxers down and exposed his boner. Chris started to palm himself, groans of pleasure coming out of his mouth while he pretended that his hand was yours, brushing his thumb on the head and imagined your tongue swirling around the tip in lieu.

Your haunting whines resonate in his fantasy and breathe out a few curse words and praises, his mouth thirsty for your delicious juices and longing to feel the softness of your body. Evans bet that your pussy is mushy, mellow, balmy, and-

"Uhm... Chris~"

The corner of his mouth stretched from ear to ear, forming a smug smile on his visage, and keenly rose himself to advance towards his aperture, 'Another free performance from the beautiful woman.' Chris warily pushed the curtain to the side and peeped out, the view from his window causing him to suspire in awe.

(Y/N) was settled on the bed with a bunch of pillows on her back and she was not wearing anything else except her shirt that was propelled further to your collarbone, so your breasts were uncovered as your legs were spread open, impaling your vulva with the artificial penis in a regular tempo.

He observed how your face twisted in glee each time the toy sinks in your honeypot, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, your melons spilled out of your shirt, and your eyes rolling back at the way the dildoe just slips in and out very easily due to your glistening juices; he was enthralled.

"That's a good girl." Chris mumbled and started off massaging his meat, licking his lips as he was earnestly focused on your dripping, abused cunt, "Uggh fuck...Yes, keep fucking yourself, baby." He let out a discreet grunt when you whimpered his name, his pace accelerating like yours, "Just like that, oh fuck. You're such a good girl for me."

You mewled as you pushed the sex toy a little deeper, your other hand caressing your breast and your eyes screwed shut with your thoughts about the hunky factotum. Just thinking about how he could manhandle you with ease and ruthlessly pierce your cunt with his cock, "Daddy! I w-wanna cum, can I please cum?" (Y/N) whined to herself and removed your palm from your tit to rub your clit, feeling your impending apex ready to burst after a couple more thrusts.

His breathing got heavier as he also recognized the looming pinnacle of his self-stimulation, a picture of your face covered with his sticky semen appeared in his head and it was enough for him to nearly have another orgasm of his life when he felt his whole body froze when a gasp escaped from your lips and your alluring, (E/C) orbs was staring directly at his, causing you to stop your movements as well.

Tall trees and different shapes of bushes went by as the driver turned to the direction of god knows where, but your attention was on the glowing moon and stars, adoring its beauty.

You sighed as the car stopped at a towering gate, painted in black and gold. Your eyes followed the wrought iron fence and noticed how long they are, guessing that the land is very wide. A loud clank could be heard and the two giant gates opened by two people in uniform, seeing the driver made a small gesture with his finger to thank them, even though the windows are dark-tinted which anyone could hardly see.

The car entered in a new environment and as the curious being you are, you pressed the button and the window rolled down, enough for your head to see outside. There are black lamposts, lightening up the entire space and perfectly trimmed bushes and grass, even some are also shaped into various animals such as elephant, rabbit, dog, and more. You eyed them in awe and excitement filled you when you saw a water fountain and a large pond, which has ducks and probably other kinds of fishes too. On the other side of that is a prodigious swimming pool and your jaw dropped, haven't seen such a massive pool.

The car went around another fountain and halted the vehicle, "Here we are, ma'am." His voice startled you out of your gaze and mumbled a 'Thank you'. You were about to open the door when someone did it for you, letting out a small 'Oh' and the person showed themselves. It was a man in uniform, holding the door for you and offered a polite smile, "Welcome, ma'am." He held his hand out and hesitantly took it, helping you out of the automobile.

Once you got out, your eyes trailed up to the residence and took a deep breath. Everyone would say that you should be thankful for living in such a costly environment, but they will never know that you are just a kept woman and the single reason why you are here in the first place is comfort.

As both of you stopped at the main entrance, the man twisted the doorknob and guided you inside, your eyes widening at the sight of the living room, "W-Wow..." A ginormous branch chandelier dangling from the ceiling, shining its yellowish-white light around the entire living room. Creamy white walls painted in most rooms and extortionate decorations and pieces of furniture resting in its place, giving at least some kind of life in this almost dull mansion.

You didn't dare to move closer to any of the furnishings because you were afraid of breaking them accidentally, knowing how a stubborn person you are sometimes. She didn't finish in taking in each of the decoratives when someone tapped your shoulder, causing you to jump a bit and twirled to the person. Another person in uniform, but his costume is more different than the others, it looks extra formal. The gentleman was a few inches taller, has olive skin, his slicked-back brown hair has a few grey locks, and wore a black rimless glasses, "Welcome to your new home, madam. My name is Michael and I am the butler." He introduced and smiled politely.

You returned the same expression, his voice surprising you at how smooth and calm it is, and it gave you some kind of comfort, "It's nice to meet you, Michael. My name is (Y/N) (L/N) and please, no need to use formalities." You responded.

Michael nodded, "Very well then, (Y/N)," he noted, "I shall now take you to your bedroom and the servants will treat you an enjoyable bath. Sounds pleasant, isn't it?" He tittered and you agreed, hearing that you get to have a good wash after men leaving dirty touches on your body at the black market sent a wave of relief.

"Thank you so much, Emma." You moaned when the right tempered milk bath made contact with your skin, your tensed muscles loosen as you sink lower until it reaches your chest.

Emma, your personal maid, grinned and nodded her head in appreciation, "You're welcome, mi- (Y/N)! I will let you leave you be and hope you enjoy your time." She bowed before leaving the bathroom, gently closing the door behind her.

Your hand stretched out to your side where your bowl of plump fruits are and picked a lychee, detaching the meat from its skin and popping it in your mouth. Looking around the beautiful bathroom, you recalled the time when Chris told you he will provide the life that everyone is dying to have, and you didn't believe it at first. You thought that he will just see you as another worker and your role here is to fulfill his sexual desires.

Speaking of her master, she realized that Chris wasn't with her when she arrived at his house. She'll make sure to ask Emma once she's out of the bath.

The time your fingers got pruney, you stood from the bathtub and head to the shower to rinse the milk out. You wrapped the towel around your body and went towards the sink to brush your teeth.

You exited the bathroom and your eyes landed on Emma who was fluffing up your pillows, "Hey, Emma?" Her head perked up at her name being called and turned to you, a small hum making out of her lips.

"I-um... was wondering where Sir Evans could be?" You asked and proceeded next to her, seeing your nightgown neatly folded on your satin bed.

"Mr. Evans told us that he needed to attend a meeting and treat you while he is gone. You're not supposed to see him until tomorrow." She explained and watched you dry yourself with a towel, her eyes glancing at your full bosom from time to time and a faint blush appeared on her face, "Do you want me to help you with dressing?"

You can feel her eyeing your figure, but you didn't mind since you've been with other sex slaves and seen each other naked, "No thanks, Emma. Thank you for everything." You sent her a genuine smile and picked up the nightwear, letting Emma grab the towels and put them back to its hangers.

"Okay, have a good night, (Y/N)."

"Goodnight, Emma."

"This is so beautiful." You gasped as you looked at yourself in the mirror and loved the details of the dress that you were wearing. The raspberry-colored lotus maxi dress complimented your skin and partnered up with a pair of nude high heel sandals, and had your hair tied into an (H/S/C).

Emma giggled and picked up the laundry basket, "It looks more pretty because it's on you." She playfully winked at you and scurried to the door, leaving you flustered at her teasing. You looked back at your reflection and can't help but think about how you look beautiful for once. You do not like looking at your reflection but this is definitely one of the days where she is feeling herself.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and asked who it is, then later revealed it was Michael. You headed towards the door and peeked outside, "Good morning, Michael. Is there something you need?" You cringed at the sound of your meek voice.

The butler adjusted his glasses, "Morning, (Y/N). There's nothing in particular that I need but Mr. Evans gave a task for me to accomplish, and that is to show you around the mansion." Himself and the others were quite surprised when they heard that a guest of their employer wanted you to be familiar in the residence because whenever Chris brings over a lady for sex, he never made an effort to do this, so they assumed that you are gonna be more than just a fling.

(Y/N) went along with Michael by her side, starting the tour on the second floor and listened to everything he said, making sure you memorized the rooms and halls so you won't need much of their help in the future.

You examined the paintings on the wall as your ears absorbed every word that comes out of Michael's mouth, thankful that he was kind enough to share some background and not feel stupid. You didn't realize that it was already afternoon and the wonderful day trip has ended at the colorful garden outside. You were busy feeding the turtles with watermelon when Michael spoke up, "Perhaps after this, you can stroll around the land whenever Mr. Evans is away for business. For now, we have to head back inside once the sun has set and prepare for dinner before he comes back."

You nodded in acknowledgment and quietly giggled at the turtles who raced for the fruit and ended up pushing their faces away, the reptile who won took a big bite before crawling back to the water.

Nighttime took over the sky and it grew quiet, your nerves almost getting the best of you as Michael lead you to the chambers of your master. You could not explain why you were feeling edgy about seeing him again, expecting yourself to get used to his presence from now on.

You were embarrassed when Michael saw your (C/R), see-through butterfly sleeves lace robe and he assured you that it didn't bother him and stayed professional. She fiddled at the tie of her robe, worried about what will happen tonight.

(Y/N) was distracted by her thoughts that she lightly bumped into the butler, muttering an apology and he waved it off, twisting the doorknob and opened it for you to enter, "Goodluck, (Y/N)." He said before closing the door behind you, confused as to why he had to say that and it only made your nerves worse. As soon as you stepped into the room, you felt the atmosphere shifted. Gold and black damask seamless pattern on the wall and your feet padded along on the cold, dark Emperador marble floor.

Hearing the shower got turned off from the bathroom, you stiffened for a split second before getting rid of your robe and placing yourself on his duvet covered bed, your bare skin felt soothing against his bedding.

Your head perked up at the creek of the bathroom door and there he is, fully naked and the first thing you eyed on was his throbbing penis, ever standing so proudly, 'Good gosh, can that thing fit in me?' You thought and licked your lips unintentionally, and that nearly caught you off guard.

(Y/N) looked up at him and he strode to his bed, where his precious slavegirl is waiting and ready to be demolished, just for him. She crawled closer to him and stopped at the end of the bed and looked fixedly on him, flickering down to see his angry tip poking his toned belly as he walks, "Good evening, master." She sat on her knees and put up a small smile.

Chris curled his fingers, gesturing for her to stand up in front of him and she followed, stumbling a bit at the close proximity. He petted your (H/C) hair and his hands went down to your pudgy cheeks and neck, "Pretty slave..." He cradling your face as if you are a glass that is about to break, "Give me a kiss, little one."

(Y/N) gulped, afraid that this is when she will see his performance but obeyed to avoid getting hurt, therefore you only pecked his lips but her master put his hand behind her head and deepened the kiss, swallowing your whimpers and forcing you to keep up the pace. You felt his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, trying to slip it in, though you weren't going to submit. Chris took notice of it and smacked your rear, causing you to yelp in pain and he used the opportunity to explore your mouth.

Both of you were running out of breath so the kiss was broken, a string of saliva was formed. The pair of them panted and (Y/N) clutched onto his wrists, "Master..." There was a thin drool on her chin, making Chris's phallus twitch at the sight of you looking very helpless and expose right now.

He brushed his thumb on her bottom lip, "Are you going to be a good girl for me, slave?" His husky voice sent shivers down her spine and nodded, a gasp escaped from her lips when she got pushed to the bed, result in bouncing a bit and intending on sitting up but the ruffian hovered her and smashed his lips with hers, grinding his hard-on up against her mound, forcing a moan out of her.

Chris gripped both of her wrists and placed them beside her head, growling as he sucked down her neck and hearing her quick breaths turned him on even more. When (Y/N) whined, he knew he found her sweet spot and gnawed your soft skin until it turns into a red mark. He scanned the hickey, the idea of marking you and dominating your entire existence made his blood pumped in anticipation.

Evans later moved down to her breasts, fondling them with his large hands. He grinned as he played with them, pressing and waggling your boobies together, "Look at these gorgeous tits. You like it when I play with them, slave girl?"

"Yes, m-master-" She groaned when Chris suddenly took a nipple in his mouth while his fingers twisted the other, causing her to arch her back and whine in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The man smirked at her reaction and pulled her nipple with his mouth, making a 'Pop' sound before pulling away, "So responsive, sweet girl... Care to do it again?" He twisted the berry he just sucked on seconds ago and latched onto the other, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud as his hand plays with the other, circling it with his finger and pinching it to earn a noise from her.

He stood up from her and grabbed her by the armpits, lifting her up as if it is nothing and moved her to the pillows, her head landing safely and she was confused as to what will happen next. Chris discerns the minor fear in her eyes, so he gently cupped her face and kissed her softly, which made her apprehension calm down and returned the kiss for the first time, "There's no need to be scared, little one. You're here now, no one is gonna take you away from me."

Kiss

"Because if they do..."

Kiss

"I will fucking kill them."

(Y/N) gulped and nodded in comprehension, "Y-Yes, master."

Chris gave her one last kiss before trailing wet kisses down to her chest, stomach, to which she cringed but let him continue. As he was near the mound, he placed his hands on her knees and pried her legs apart, "Dear God, I made you this wet, slave girl?" His eyes set on her dribbling pussy, her juices shining with the help of the light in the room. You were also wondering how you got that wet by someone who is gonna use you for sexual needs for the rest of your life, your mind was begging you to fight against him but your body was screaming to give in to this strong, aroused man. You are scared for yourself, your life is in the hands of a thug that could possibly kill you at any moment and no one would ever care. You are supposed to be afraid of him.

Right?

Maybe the only reason why she is not resisting too much was that Chris is willing to grant her everything just for her to get comfortable and as long as she returns what he desires, he will groom her and make her feel safe.

Her hips slightly quivered when his warm breath hit her slick and it made him smile, "Look at you, little girl. This deliciously wet just for me." He used his index and middle fingers to open your lips more, the smell of your musk filling his nostrils.

He settled his palms under her knees and pushed it to her chest. Chris leaned closer and gave a long, slow lick from her arse and up to her clit. You let out a moan and she watched how he used his amazing tongue lap up her sticky juices, her voice crying out as she felt his wide tongue circle around the clitoris for a moment and went back to drinking your liquid.

Chris wondered how possibly hard he could get by just slurping your slick and it is starting to become painful, so he ground his erection to ease some pleasure. He glimpsed up and could tell by the blissful faces you were making that you were close, he then inserted a finger without a warning, causing you to howl and buck your hips into his face.

He snarled as he added a second finger and began to furiously finger you, "Aww, are you gonna cum, kitten? Huh? Go ahead then, cum for me! CUM!" His mouth went back to your little bean, pilling up more pleasure and his van dyke beard stimulating your arousal.

A loud squeal rang through his gigantic bedchamber and you swore that this is the most intense climax you ever had from someone just eating you out. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy and you gripped the covers to refrain your body from going crazy.

You were taking deep breaths, your body starting to sweat and a few locks are sticking to your nape, 'Jesus christ...' You expected that it is your turn to suck him off, hence you gaped down and realized that he was still making out with your coochie and his fingers inside you are making scissor motion despite being already sensitive, "Master, please! Too much, too much!" (Y/N) cried as you struggled to wiggle out of his grasp, but Chris wrapped his other arm around your hips and held you down, keeping you in place and sending a glare on your way, which neither turns you on nor made you anxious.

Chris went up to her face and wrapped his fingers on her throat, "You're mine and I owe every inch of your body, so if I wanted you to cum again, then you WILL cum again, and again, and again. Do you understand, little pet?"

You gulped and answered, "Y-Yes, sir." He pecked her lips and went back to the south, a smug smile on his face as he continued to dig his digits inside in hopes of getting more of your wetness.

It is greedy of him for craving more. After all, the front of his beard is dripping with your cum and half of his hand is coated with it. He could not get enough of it, your taste is uniquely sweet and he assumed that you have been eating a lot of fruits when you were still free as a bird.

He next added a third finger, stretching you out to warm up for his friend later, "You feel so good, pet. I bet you're gonna take my cock so well." He proceeds to manipulate the smooth walls of your honeypot and started pumping as hard as he did before.

Your face twisting into pleasure and the familiar knot is forming up, "Nggh! Master! I-I think I'm gonna cum again!" His hold on your hips only tightened and focused on your climax, "Cum for me, babydoll. Wrap your legs around my head- yeah, just like that." As soon as your master gave you permission, she immediately followed and pulled him deeper, grinding your vulva against his handsome face.

She let out a silent scream and squirmed around, her face getting hot at the rapture she received. Chris growled when she came, the vibrations hummed against her folds and it sent tingles in her tummy. The alpha snickered as he watched your sweet goo dribbled down to the blankets and created a stain, "Such a fucking good girl," he murmured as he kissed your petals a few times before crawling up to her face and brought his hand to her mouth, "Open your mouth, slave girl. Taste yourself."

You had tears in your eyes, your sight was quite blurred and saw what seemed like a hand, so you opened your mouth and let him slipped his wet fingers, your liquid tasted sweet with a hint of saltiness, "Awe, look at you, sweet girl. Crying because it's too much?" Chris mocked as he used his thumb to wipe the tears and he observed how your tongue roamed on all sides of his digits, tasting your honey off of him.

Once he pulled his fingers away, he rose himself up and grabbed the base of his cock, slowly sliding it against your leaking pussy and mixing the precum of his shaft with yours. He heard you squeaked when he teasingly touched your entrance with his tip. He lowered himself back down to your face, gripped your delicate throat, and forced you to look up at him, "You want my cock, little one? Do you want it, huh?"

She frantically nodded, her heat aching to be filled up, "Please, m-master. I want your cock inside of me, p-please! I want your cock to fuck my tight pussy, maste-" her breath hitched when all of a sudden, Chris plunged in and her jaw dropped at the sudden thrust. Evans smiled evilly and pulled out, only for him to put it back in and started off at a brutal pace, not sparing enough time for you to adjust to his size.

Mewling at how his shaft stretched your walls and how deep he was reaching your ovaries, your brain not being able to create a proper sentence. Chris was letting out animalistic growls at how your fanny embraced his cock tightly, your creamy walls, your breasts jumping up and down because of the force of his thrusts, and your pleasant sounds helping him build his release, watching you hold onto his forearm for dear life so you won't go any further and hit your head at the headboard.

Chris noticed your voice got louder, indicating that he found your g-spot and can also feel that he is close. However, he wanted to make his sweet slave cum first so he rubbed your clit, bringing your climax closer. He observed your face contorted into a euphoric one and your legs dangled in the air, "That's a good girl, you look so fucking beautiful."

You saw how he closed his eyes and his pace got a bit sloppy, "Ooh master~ Please, please, cum inside me. Fill me up with your cum!" You encouraged.

His grip on your throat increased, "Uggh! FUCK!" He finally came and loaded you with his cum, groaning so loudly it even echoed outside the halls. You can feel a trail of his warm seed escaped your hole and it crawled down to your arse.

The two of them panted, his body gently collapsed on top of yours and rested his head between your breasts. You glanced down to see his soft-looking locks and a few of it is stuck to his sweaty forehead. You were hesitant to push them aside, but seeing how tame he looks, you still went for it.

After doing it, Chris gently took your wrist and planted a kiss on your palm and pulse. He went up and captured your lips into a passionate kiss, "You're such a good girl, (Y/N). A well-behaved slave you are." You purred at Chris's praise as he caresses her cheeks. At this point, she thought that the session is over and maybe able to relax your sensitive body.

The next thing you knew was you were flipped onto your stomach, the sudden spin lead to your mind getting slightly dizzy. You furrowed your brows in confusion and turned your head, seeing him grasped your hips and tugged your ass up in the air, your chest pressed down, "Master?"

Chris spanked her rear and earned a flinch from her and grumbled when your butt jiggled, loving the way it shakes and wanted to see more. He repeated his actions till your bum is stinging rosy red, "Oooh, don't think that I ain't gonna fuck this pretty arsehole of yours, babydoll. I bet its fucking tight as your cunt." You whimpered the second he used his tip to collect some of your juices and spread it to your puckered hole. You felt his still hard member heavily smacked your crack and eventually slipped the half of his length, 'Holy shit, he's too big!' Your eyes clenched shut at how his thickness stretches you painfully, your toes curling at the experience and he finally pushed the whole thing.

At this time, he let you adjust to his size while he was also adjusting to your tightness, "Oh my fucking god, you're tight as fuck!" He breathed out as he lowered himself down and scattered a few kisses on your shoulder.

A yelp escaped from your lips as he nibbled on your shoulder blade and began thrusting so deeply, "Oh my g-goodness... You're so big, master~" (Y/N) hid her face into the pillows to prevent her screams from getting heard, quite embarrassed to think of facing the other workers the next day after getting screwed hard.

He was admiring the sound of your cheeks slapping against his thighs and his balls ever so lightly brushing on your tender clit with each push of his hips. He was mesmerized with every sounds that came out of your sweet mouth, not getting tired of your sobs and moans. Then his thoughts were cut off when the sounds you were making were muffled by the cushion, and he was not having any of it.

Chris grabbed a fistful of your locks and roughly pulled your head back, causing you to squeak in pain. He leaned in, his hot breath to your ear, "Don't you fucking hide your sounds now, darling. I want everyone to- fuck!" He groaned, "-to hear who you belong to. Sing for me, sweetie. Who do you belong to?"

"I belong to y-you! My entire body belongs to you, master! I own you and I'm yours!" You moaned and your neck is starting to hurt, you can sense that your peak is about to burst at any moment.

Chris smickered and nibbled your earlobe, his facial hair tickling your ear and neck, "Cum for me, slave girl. Cum for your master." His fingers snaked around her and rapidly stroked her petals. He growled and his eyes feast on your body squirming in extreme pleasure, his fingers not stopping until your high has slowed down.

At last, ribbons of his sperm shoots through your rectum and his chest rumbled in satisfaction. His body landed beside you and gently pulled into his chest, your back facing him as his hand took the time to wander your sides.

You sighed in exhaustion, hoping that he is exhausted to do more activities. It was one of the most intense sex you had in your life and thinking about it, you questioned yourself how you are going to deal with his sexual needs in time to come. You eyed his hand lazily, the tip of his finger lining your curves and rolls. Then he went up to your doughy belly, upwelling of shame filled your veins as he pawed your abdomen. You attempted to get rid of his hand warily, only for him to immediately snatch your wrist, "Oh no no, don't act like that now, little one."

"You're bloody gorgeous and I'm the only one who can see this sexy body, alright?" He took a whiff of your scent from your neck, the smell of (F/S) eases his agitated feeling from a business he had dealt earlier.

Chris saw your head nodded and he wanted to see your cute face, "Can I see your pretty face, (Y/N)?" You were embarrassed at your current state and probably looked weak, which you are. You have no choice but to follow his commands since you are just a sex slave and he is a powerful mobster. You carefully turned around, making sure you don't hurt him in any way and settled comfortably in his sturdy arms. You peered up to see him looking down at you with a smile, seeing your flustered face and puffy eyes, knowing who the cause of it.

His hand stroked your cheek, liking how it warmed his palm, "I hope that you enjoyed your first morning here, kitten. I did promise to take care of you, didn't I?"

"Yes, master. Thank you for treating me in such luxury, the others were friendly a-and I had a good time." The corner of your lips tugged a bit when you remembered how the servants and others treated you excellently.

He smooched your forehead at hearing your thoughts, expecting in the future for you to be comfortable enough to share your thoughts and interests, "You're going to live here forever, slavegirl. If you'll be a good girl, you're going to get almost everything you want. If not, there will be punishment, sweet girl. You don't want to know what happens."

You stared into his green orbs and you could tell that he was serious, not a hint of joke on his face. You were not that mischievous or bratty, so you think that you are going to be okay. I mean, you do not want to get punish on purpose, "Yes, master." You smiled at him shyly.

He kissed you one last time and tugged a lock behind your ear, carrying on with stroking your cheek. Exhaustion soon flowed through your body and Chris took notice of your droopy eyelids, so he admired your soft face and waited for you to fall asleep before he does.

"Sold!" The host exclaimed and congratulated the buyer, a round of applause occurred while the other participants had a sour look on their faces and the item on the stage were taken away, moving on to the next.

Anthony hummed, observing the upcoming one, which is a naked woman who is a virgin as the host announced. The second she was placed on the center, some participants immediately raised their hand and shouted their bid, "Damn, the crowd's going wild." He commented, watching the event took place. The three dangerous men have no missions to take care of so far, so they decided to waste their time on an auction that they're invited to see. The mansion was decorated with dark-colored fabrics, fresh colorful plants, luxurious decorations, big curtains hanging on the wall, and giant, polished windows. As soon as they stepped in the building, whispers and gossips were heard and no one has the guts to ruin their night, too afraid to die in a short time.

Chris scoffed and took good swigs of his hard drink, exhaling in relief when the liquid burned his throat, "I'm actually planning on buying one, but..." He trailed off for a bit to sigh, almost getting bored and uninterested with the things that are presented on the stage, "I wanna try a new taste."

Anthony and Sebastian smirked and continued to watch the bout except for Chris, who was more focused on the open doorways of the big room, contemplating if he wanted some fresh air or carry on with the show that's happening. After five minutes of staring into space, he decided, "Hey guys, I'ma just go outside for air." He stood up and left the table, not sparing a single glance at them and the others.

Chris inhaled the refreshing breeze of midnight at the terrace, viewing the other guests below as they chat with one another, seeing familiar faces but he just ignored them, not wanting to ignite a boring discussion. He was certain that nothing will keep him entertained with the items that are being shown, choosing to stroll around the halls of the mansion instead, hoping that there will be something or someone that will spark his interest.

He went back inside the hallway and walked around, examining everything he sees. The wall is dark red with seamless pattern and crystal chandeliers on the black painted ceiling, elegant candle holders with lighted, scented candles on the wall to bring comfort for the guests. There are antiques and a few slaves as he passed by, not minding the look of fear and worry on their faces as they recognized the mob. Chris is used to the looks he was given all the time, he grew accustomed to being feared and people knew not to mess with him, just follow his commands and he will give you a will to live.

He exhaled in boredom when he still found nothing to entertain him and he was near at the end of the hallway, which he assumed that it leads to nothing but a dead-end, "Why did I fucking agree to come to this lame-ass party?" He muttered to himself, his footsteps echoing across the hall and he scorned when he reached the corners, "I bet that they still have no good shit arou..." He stopped his sentence once he got a good look from the remaining items and his green eyes locked with a pair of (E/C) ones.

There at the end of the hall, a naked, voluptuous woman with (C/S) skin and (C/H) locks, placed on a round, thick mahogany table that is covered with colored maroon, fuzzy linen. They both stared at each other for a moment, her eyes filled with surprise and horror while his eyes show fascination. Chris then began heading towards the poor slave as he observed every inch of her and movements. Obviously, the first thing he noticed about her was her soft body, she was fuller than the other girls he had in the past and wonder how she will feel in his hands, imagining that he was gripping her ample breasts and spanking the tender flesh of her ass until it becomes a rosy pink color. As he was already closed to her space, she broke the eye contact and looked down shyly, her chubby fingers playing with the frizzy cloth.

She never had anyone looked at her like that, she was used to people staring at her like a piece of meat, ready to be eaten, but the look of this man's face says otherwise. What she saw was... admiration and inquisitiveness. She tried not to get her hopes that the Chris Evans, a powerful mob in the city, will take interest with a plus-size slave, but it doesn't hurt to think of him taking her away from this hell hole.

Chris placed both of his hands around the table, trapping the plump lady as he got a closer look to her form, now noticing that her right ankle is locked with a golden chain connected to the skirting board and a small number attached on the leg of the table, meaning that the slave is up for sale at the auction later. He wanted to see her eyes again, so he put his thumb on her chin and gently forced her to look back at him, his breath almost stopped at how alluring her orbs are. He licked his lips and asked, "What's your name, little one?"

His husky voice sent shivers down her spine and she gulped, wanting to avert her eyes but she doesn't want to upset the man in front of her, "M-my name is (Y/N), s-sir..." You swore that you saw his pupils dilated completely when you called him 'Sir' and the tension between the two of you thickens, and the way he dressed right now is a bonus. He is wearing a black satin button-down shirt that hugs his sturdy body perfectly, a few buttons opened and it showed his strongly built chest. Black pants that matched his top, which is covertly geared up with a knife and a handgun, just in case.

"Such a pretty girl, it's a shame that you ended up here," he spoke, his eyes still raking your body up and down, his hand slowly roaming to your side, feeling your smooth skin, "Though, I think I want to buy you." Your eyes lit up at what he said, but he quickly adds in, "Only if you're a really good slave, darling."

Chris leaned in and whispered against your ear, his hot breath tickled on your neck, "If you'll be a good girl, you'll be able to sleep on a silk bed with a bunch of soft pillows that you'll love so much, won't you like that, pet? Instead of a squeaky, broken bed, you had shared with a bunch of slaves." You let out a small gasp when his hand inched its way on your bare cunt, delicately stroking your petals and caused you to whimper in pleasure.

"Then you will be taken care of by my servants, they will do everything to make sure that you're well treated because you deserve it." You moaned when he began rubbing your clit in a steady motion and you yelped when he suddenly gave a smack on your pussy, "You better be holding down those sounds, for now, babydoll, we don't want any more of those bastards see you and might as well take you away from me. Got it?"

You nodded, giving him the puppy eyes to continue what he started. "Good girl," he peppered kisses on your jaw as he resumed rubbing you, holding back your moans as best as you could, only letting out small whimpers but not loud enough to echo. Chris kissed his way down to your neck and his other hand went to your nipples, causing you to arch your back and he smirked, "Your body is so responsive to my touch, (Y/N). Do you like it, slave?"

You bit your bottom lip to stop the moans from coming out and you nodded, your eyes staring intently at his and you trembled as he played with your sensitive clit, both of your foreheads touching, "Yes, sir! Please, can I cum?" You whispered as you watched him kneel down and licked a long strip on your slick and sucked your clit, your legs twitching at the sensation of his tongue swirling around and you held on to the fabric under you, longing to just make lewd noises and feel his body against you. Feeling the familiar knot forming on your stomach, you closed your eyes to wait for the release to wash over you, but you sensed him pulling away, opening your eyes and whined in desperation, almost forgetting that you're supposed to be quiet.

The mob smacked your slit again, causing your mouth to shut and closed your legs to ease your sensitivity, "No, no, no, sweet girl. You don't get to cum, let me see your cunt." Not wanting to get your coochie slapped again, you obeyed and opened your legs, showing your wetness dripping on your inner thighs, the smell of your slick in the air and it embarrassed the hell out of you, but the man staring at you seems to like it.

"Look at that, you're such a good girl for me, pet. I will definitely buy you, but who knows? Maybe there's someone who's richer than me will go after you." He stated and you pouted, not wanting to be handed over to some cruel man, you rather wanted to be with Chris who is at least kind enough to offer pleasant deals as long as you give him what he wanted. He gently placed his rough palm on your chubby cheek, caressing the soft skin and about to kiss those pouty lips away when a dark-haired male called him, both of you froze at the spot until Chris turned around.

"I see that you're having some fun," Sebastian said with a grin and approached the both of you, his eyes trying to take a quick look at your form while Chris protectively blocked you from his view. You peeked over his broad shoulder and gasped, realizing another familiar mob who probably watched the sensual things the two of you did. Seeing that Chris was trying to hide you, Seb snorted, "Come on, Chris, who's the pretty lady?"

Chris frowned, "It's none of your business, Seb," he replied, sensing his tone to be bitter and it caused the other man to laugh. Sebastian placed his hand on Chris's shoulder and gave it a squeeze, "As long as the person doesn't belong to someone, then everyone can have a try." He lightly pushed Chris to the side and took a step closer to you, ignoring the low growl that his friend let out and gave you a smile, his eyes roaming every inch of your skin.

You saw the desire in his eyes and he bit his bottom lip, and you glanced back to Chris who was attentively watching the whole interaction and you didn't miss the way his fingers twitch, but your attention was snatched away when Seb started to speak, "Well, well... Someone has finally entertained my buddy," he took your hand that was placed on your lap and softly planted a kiss on your knuckles, a small blush coloring your cheeks.

Gulping, you shyly took your hand back and folded your arms, covering your chest and whimpered, his kiss made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You were afraid that two savage men would fight in front of you and you don't want the first man to get riled up with your reactions so you try to be subtle and make it seem like you're not interested in anyone other than Chris himself. You heard the dark-haired mob chuckle and took a step back, "She's a shy one, just the way you like it." He mentioned and gave you one last look before turning to his companion who had stern look.

Chris scoffed, his glare never leaving his face, and made sure that he wasn't kidding around, "I'm not fucking around here, Sebastian, I'm goddamn serious that she's going to be mine." He snarled and he knew that his possessive side is showing but he doesn't give a fuck, he wants to let you know that he will definitely going to take you away.

Sebastian raised his hands in surrender and shrugged, appearing to be relax than intense, "Alright then, just make sure that you get her before I do."

The two of them sat back down to their seats, Chris has this grumpy look on his face and Seb has a smirk on his lips the whole time, planning on teasing the fuck out of him that can trigger his best pal. He knew that there's a possibility that Chris will beat the crap out of him for doing this but he also knew that his buddy was aware of his banter. Well, he hopes so.

Anthony raised his brow at their expressions, "Why are you guys lookin' like that?" He questioned and Chris didn't bother answering and crossed his arms while Sebastian shrugged his shoulders, "You'll see." At his response, Mackie gave him a weird look and rolled his eyes, not excited to see what these bastards are up to again. Chris wasn't paying attention to what's happening in the event, he didn't even know why Sebastian took him back to their table, but then he remembered the small number under the slave girl's table and she is one of the next in line. He didn't regret going back to their space, he just wishes he could spend more time with you before having your moment on stage, thinking about what he can do more when he finally have you in his bed.

You were nervous, slightly shaking as you took a deep breath and palmed your face with your hands. You're at the backstage already and a few staff were making sure that every inch of you looks perfectly fine, they weren't exactly sure how you were very wet but the host decided that it's a good sight for the audience and leave it be. You were also confused as to why you allowed yourself to be submissive around Chris Evans, who was no different to anyone who wanted to have sex, but his approach towards you was what made you interested in him. You always resist customers who you had a feeling to be cruel and mean, and it will always end up you getting physically hurt and forcing you to do such things. Eventually, they come to their senses that you are a feisty one at times and no one wanted a slave who fights back, so not a single person tries to buy you. The staff made a decision to train you and in the end, you learned how to be quiet and be an obedient slave girl like everyone wanted you to be, despite you being against that.

When you met the pair of blue eyes, you swore that your heart stopped for a second because he wasn't just an ordinary customer, he is one of the well-known mob in town and you don't want him to use force on you as he could just break you and throw your body somewhere, not a single piece of evidence could be found. You remembered your training and got no choice but to follow and hope for the best. What you were not expecting was his delicate touches, as if you were a glass, easy to break. How he whispered those offerings and service, his voice so promising and you couldn't help but believe in his words. You were extremely delighted when he wanted to buy you, anything that can take you away from this dirty place will make you happy unless the person is decent enough to take care of you.

You just hoped that this one is not as harsh as the ones you've encountered in the past.

"Are you feeling alright, Chris?" He heard his friend teased and he just grumbled something under his breath and intertwined his hands together, resting his chin on it and fiercely watched the item gets taken away from the stage, impatiently waiting for someone.

Anthony couldn't hold it anymore, he wanted to know the reason why the cranky marshmallow beside him is fuming inside, "Alright, what the hell happened earlier to make him," he pointed at Chris, "Look so mad?"

Sebastian stifled a laugh, earning a side glance from Evans, "Okay, so I was looking around for him, right? Then I heard noises around the corner and being curious that I am, I followed the sounds and boom!" He exaggerated the word 'Boom', receiving some surprising and weirded out faces from others and went back to their business afterward, "It turns out that Mr. Evans here was having some fun with a slave girl." That got Anthony's lips form into a small 'o' and gave Chris a Lenny face, which he couldn't help but smirk.

Mackie chuckled, "What does she look like, anyway?"

When he asked that, Chris remembered how your soft skin feels against his rough ones, slightly clenching his hands as to imagine he's gripping your flesh. He snapped out of his thoughts and was about to answer when the host finally announced the next object, or person rather.

He wasn't able to answer his comrade's question when his eyes widened at the sight on the stage. The other two followed his gaze and Anthony let out a low whistle, "Heh, that answers my question."

There you were, a chain collar attached on your neck, and a guy was leading you to the center of the platform. He harshly pulled the leash, forcing you to crawl towards him and made you sat on your knees. You shyly looked at the audience but you can't see anyone because of the dimmed lights, not being able to tell who is going to buy you. Yet, you were certain that a particular leader is gonna be one of them.

Soon, a couple of participants joined in and started to share their bid, including Chris who was getting irritated and just wanted to tell the contenders to fuck off, so he kept on raising his bid when someone offers a higher one. He was successful in backing some of them down, only a few of them are on his way now. Unfortunately for him, once the host noticed that there aren't many people engaging in the activity, he went up to you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pull your head backward, a whimper of pain escaped your lips and arched your back, showing off your chest more and you felt the host moved your legs apart, revealing the wetness that was dripping down your thighs until now and it stirred the audience, a couple of new competitors joined in and said their bids.

Chris quietly growled and Sebastian noticed this. Even though he wanted a good taste of the well-developed slave, he knew just how much his best friend wanted someone who can satisfy his needs and make that feeling of loneliness disappear. As soon as he saw the sensual interactions the two of you did, he knew that you are the perfect one, "Come on, Chris, just a few more and you'll finally have that girl," he pushed and when he saw that Chris didn't budge, Sebastian narrowed his brows and decided to land the blow, raising his hand and shouted, "I'll get her for two hundred and fifty thousand."

That got the attention of the room, recognizing the mob's voice and whispers could be heard, but Seb couldn't care less but have a staredown with Chris, who was shocked and he could feel his blood boiling up, and it took every ounce of him to not lunge at Sebastian who was grinning, realizing that he was pushing his buttons.

The host was also shocked by the statement but continued on, "Two hundred and fifty thousand! Going once... Going twice..."

Before the host could say the final word, Chris slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Five hundred thousand!" Gasps and murmurs could be heard and everyone was astounded by the amount of money he offered, but the only face he was looking right now was yours, who was also looking back at him in surprise because you located his voice.

"Sold!" The host shouted and happily congratulated the mob as the guy escorted you out of the stage and transferred you into a room where buyers claim their prize.

Observing the room, every furniture looks so vibrant and expensive, so you just sat on a victorian chaise and wait for your knight and shining armor, not having the intention to break any of them. At last, you heard two muffled voice discussing something and as they approached near the door, one voice became clear and your face became flushed when you heard him say, "Okay, I don't really give a fuck about the deals and I just wanna get my woman, alright? Fuck off."

A small smile appeared on your lips when he addressed you as his woman, but it quickly vanished when the door opened and there he was, the atmosphere in the room quickly shifted into a profound one and you forced yourself to look into his eyes as his footsteps became louder in your ears. Chris looks like he is ready to devour you at any moment and you gave him a shy smile to lighten up the tension, "Hi, master."

Your breath was cut short when he placed both of his hands on your cheeks and smashed his lips into yours, almost melting into the kiss and how surprisingly velvety his mouth move in sync with yours. His kiss was rough and he immediately slipped his tongue inside, fighting for dominance as you hesitantly put your hands on his chest so you wouldn't fall off the chair. You began to lightly squirm in your seat because you needed to break the kiss for air and Chris sensed that you're uncomfortable, pulling his mouth away and resting his forehead against yours, staring intently into your eyes as his chest rumbled a growl, "You owe me, slave girl. I'll take every coin's worth from your luscious body. You're mine!"

You yawned as you stretched your arms and looked at the clock, your lips curling into a pout and sat back down on the couch. Bucky was supposed to be home at this time around, guessed work didn't allow him.

It's been a year and a half since you and Bucky started dating, there are a couple of bumps along the way but you kept it all together and stay strong. When Bucky took interest in you, he swore that he won't ever do stupid things again like sleeping with random girls or go on dates and never call them back, just so he could gain your trust. It took time to convince you and eventually gave in, taking you to your first date and he was such a romantic dork.

You couldn't blame Bucky and his job, you knew the second you said 'Yes' to be his girlfriend that it's gonna be quite complicated, yet you found ways for Bucky in order to spend time together and made sure not to lose any connection, and he appreciated that.

An idea popped in your head, your head perking up and quickly head to the kitchen to prepare ingredients and tools, a grin creeping up to your lips at your sinful intentions.

"Booki!" You teased and wrapped your arms around his neck, his scent filling your nose and he tiredly hugged back, his face resting on the crook of your neck. His shirt is wrinkled and his hair is a bit messy but you still find him handsome and sexy.

You felt his lips softly planted small kisses and quietly whined, "Doll, I told you not to call me that..."

Giggling, you gently pulled Bucky inside and closed the door, him taking off his coat and hanging it on a hook, "Sorry if I was late, had to- mph..." I cut him off with a kiss and he chuckled, placing his hands on my waist and deepened the kiss.

You slowly pull away and kissed his nose, caressing his face and your thumb rubbing against his cheek, "Don't worry, I understand." You gave him a reassuring smile as you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dinner table where there are his favorite food and sunset-colored lights brightened around the room.

Taking the delightful sight, he sighed and kissed your temple, "You don't have to do this, doll. I'm supposed to be making up all of the things I missed."

"But you've been working very hard for the both of us while I'm mostly taking care of our home, so it's unfair." You approached the table and before you can sit down, Bucky pulled your chair back and pushed it gently, making you giggle and shifted a bit to make yourself comfortable, "You're such a gentleman, Buck."

A cheeky smirk can be seen on his face and took his seat, "That's why you fell in love with me, darling."

After taking a quick shower and brushing teeth, you asked Bucky to wait for him in the bedroom so you could change and he was about to ask why when you shut the door closed and excitedly started undressing.

Bucky was first confused but eventually followed along, not wanting to ruin any plans you had for tonight. He was sitting on the end of the bed, waiting for you and when he heard the bathroom door opened, he glanced up and his jaw dropped.

"Hi, Bucky~" There was a tint of seduction in your voice and looking into your eyes, it was full of lust and it sent shivers down to his spine. You like to tease Bucky a bit, especially in the bedroom and he's not complaining about it.

As you slowly approached him, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he realized that you weren't wearing any undergarments under the nightgown, your hardened nipples are seen through the clothing.

His face was flushed and couldn't stop gazing at your figure, a small tent slowly started to form on his pants and tried your best not to look, "W-Wow..."

You hummed and placed your hands on your hips, "Buck, take your shirt off." He happily followed and threw it across the room, making you giggle at his anticipation and gently pushed him to the bed, his head landing on the pillows.

"I'm going to give you a massage, so get on your belly." You gave him a peck on the lips before he turns and rests his hands above his head. You grabbed the coconut oil from the nightstand and applied a proper amount of it on his back, putting the oil back and started massaging, Bucky sighing in relief.

You put pressure as you slowly slide your hands up and down, the muscles on his back tensed and Bucky letting out small groans, the sounds he makes tickled your core.

Straddling his hips, you lowered yourself down and started to grind on his pants, stifling a moan at the feeling of the fabric. Bucky not knowing what's happening down there, he opened one eye and looked over his shoulder, seeing his lover grinding on his clothed ass.

He chuckled, causing you to stop and your eyes widened, "What do you think you're doing, babydoll?" Buck slowly rolled onto his back and gripped your hips.

Gulping, you leaned down and kissed him hungrily, your moist folds resting on top of his raging erection, "I'm preparing Sargeant Barnes's dessert~" You said in between kisses and he growled, gripping your hips tighter and suddenly brought your lower body close to his face.

"Dessert, huh?" His voice was husky and his Brooklyn accent turning you on even more, eager for him to taste you. You just nodded and bit your bottom lip when he gently blew warm breath on your clit, "You're so wet, doll."

"God Bucky, just please do someth‐ Aahhh!" He dragged the tip of his tongue from your entrance to your bundle of nerves and began sucking, lapping up all of your juices and you couldn't help but grind on his face, your hands on his muscular chest to balance yourself and your moans and slurping sounds can be heard around the room. Oral sex is quite a taboo but you and Bucky like to try new things and don't give a damn about what other people think.

He wrapped his arm around your thigh to keep you from squirming too much and inserted two fingers without warning, taking you by surprise and continued to moan in pleasure when he attached his mouth to your clit, feeling his tongue swirl around and his thick fingers going in and out of your wet slick in a quick pace.

You felt a knot starting to form on your abdomen and you cried his name over and over, tangling your fingers in his locks as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, "Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh, James, I-I'm gonna cum!" Then he went faster and sucked harshly, your mouth opened in a silent scream and more juices came out of your pussy, doesn't stop fingering you until your high decreased.

Bucky hummed as he kissed your petals one last time and licked the remaining cum on his lips, looking at you with pure lust before he sat up and stared at your soaking pussy, rubbing his cloth cock, "Do you want to taste mine, doll?"

Just as he said that, you eagerly went down and unbuckle his belt, Bucky lifting his hips up and removed his pants along with his boxers, his cock springing up, "Mmm... You're so big, Bucky~" Hungrily licking your lips at his angry red tip that is leaking precum and you grabbed his shaft, gently stroking it and he whimpered at your touch.

You opened your mouth and began sucking his length, rubbing the parts that won't fit inside and bob your head up and down, "J-Just like that, doll... Just like that!" Bucky let out a loud groan as you massaged his balls and he grabbed a fistful of your hair, "Your mouth feel so damn good, babydoll. You like that, huh?" You couldn't talk so you just sent him a wink and he smirked, panting and his grip on your hair tightened.

Immediately knowing what he's trying to say, you stopped your movements and he suddenly got up from the bed, holding your head in a comfortable position and began fucking your mouth, your moans sent vibrations through his cock and you felt him twitch, swirling your tongue around to get him closer to his climax, "Nggh... I-I'm close!" He began thrusting his hips faster as you sneak a hand under you and rub your clit, your eyes begging him to cum.

He took his shaft out of your mouth and made you sit up on your knees, his other hand sliding the straps off your shoulders and pulled it down to your waist, revealing your breasts while he's pumping his cock. When he looked at your breasts, he instantly came and shoots ribbons of cum on your chest and collarbone, growling in pleasure and he slowed down, trying to catch his breath, "D-Damn, doll... You planned all of this, didn't ya?" He said as he grabbed a couple of tissues from the nightstand and wiped the mess he made.

You smiled and patted the space beside you, gesturing him to lay down and he did, closing his eyes with a cheeky grin on his face, "Did you like it?" You asked and straddled him, your hands tracing the lines of his biceps.

Bucky chuckled and gave you a chaste kiss, "I freakin' love it, that is the best dessert you ever gave me."

You faked a gasp, "So you're saying that you don't like the desserts I made for you?" You pouted and he chuckled, gently pulling you down to his chest and rested your head on it, hearing his heartbeat, "No, no. What I meant is that the "dessert" you gave me today is at the very top among the others you made, but they all tasted delicious." He kissed the top of your head and stared at the ceiling, reflecting about all of the things you did together and it brought a smile to his face.

You raised your head to look at him and tugged a hair behind your ear, "Tomorrow morning, I'm going to prepare breakfast but before that, I want you to take care of me first."

He raised a brow, "What do you me- Oooh..." The realization came, judging by his expression and a tint of blush appeared on his cheeks, "O-Okay then."

You giggled and about to kiss him when both of you heard faint knocks on the front door, turning your heads to the direction and Bucky spoke, "That's probably Steve, I forgot that he's coming over here with Peggy."

"WHAT?!" You gently hit him on the chest and quickly got up to change into something more appropriate, "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I said I forgot!" He replied and also put on some clean clothes, "I'll just settle them in the living room, okay babydoll?" You felt his arms around your waist and kissed your neck.

You huffed when he gave a squeeze to your bum and went to the bathroom to quickly fix himself, making sure that nothing sexual happened between the two of you.

Please, don't kill us!

Don't hurt my child!

Monster!

Winter Soldier is a murderer, not a hero.

A piercing scream in his head jolted him awake and sat up with a terrified yelp, his chest rising up and down as his forehead is moistened with sweat.

'Fourth time in a row...' Bucky groaned as he roughly palmed his face with his hands, not knowing how to stop the guilt from getting to him every darn day. After a few minutes of trying to redeem himself, he got out of bed and now noticed how wrinkled and messy the bed is, and he assumed that he must have tossed and turned in his sleep.

As he was about to undress, there was a knock coming from his door. He wanted to ignore it because he wanted to be alone right now, but when the person told him who it is, he sighed and opened the door, seeing Steve in his light blue shirt and dark blue sweatpants, his usual clothes for his morning run.

There was a short awkward silence before his best friend spoke, "Hey, bud. I heard you screamed, again... are you alright?" He hated seeing Bucky in this state, it seems like his nightmares won't go anytime soon. He tried everything he can to bring back the Bucky he knew or at least gain some confidence, but none of it worked.

Bucky sighed and looked away from him, hiding half of his body behind the door, "No, not really..." He murmured rather to himself than to Steve.

Steve's face saddened a bit, "What happened?"

Then the nightmares flashed into his mind again and his eyes started to get wet, just remembering how he killed those innocent people without mercy, guilt immediately eat him. He quickly blinked the tears away and scowled, "Don't wanna talk about it." He said and went to close the door but Steve was fast enough to put his foot in the gap and hold the door.

"I hate seeing you like this, Bucky, but how can we help you if you're just gonna shut us out?" He questioned him and Bucky went quiet, doubting himself if he deserves the help or not, "I know that you killed those people, but that wasn't you. You were brainwashed and was under control by Hydra, none of those is your fault."

Bucky stopped holding the door against Steve and let him open it wide enough to see the whole of him. His hair was tangled, dark bags under his eyes, and his eyes are red from the lack of sleep, "Jesus, Buck... You know what, you will get showered and dressed up," he said as he entered his room and went to grab clothes for him, "Because you're coming with us."

The dark-haired soldier furrowed his eyebrows, "I didn't say I agree."

"It wasn't a question."

"Y'all can't wait your asses for me!" Panted Sam as he approached the two men sitting on the bench and sat down with them.

Steve lowly chuckled while Bucky smirked, not even a drop of sweat can be seen from their bodies and clothes, thanks to their super-soldier semen serum. Sam was able to calm his breathing and stood up, ready for another walk, "There's a place that has water and cooks good food, wanna check it out?" He suggested and the blonde nodded, standing up from the bench and when he sees that Bucky didn't do the same, he asked, "Hey, you wanna come with us or just stay here?"

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, looking out at the quiet park and thanked God that there are not many people here, "I rather stay here. I'll wait."

Steve and Sam looked at each other before making a decision, "Alright then, we'll just get takeouts. We'll be back for a moment." The two of them began to walk towards their destination and Bucky sighed, finally getting some time alone and rested his elbows on his knees, just thinking about how he could solve his own problems without involving any-

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard very faint and small steps slowly approaching him, due to his enhanced hearing. Bucky looked around, but he didn't see anything or anyone, probably it's his mind fucking him over again.

Around half an hour later, the two men were back with plastic bags in their hands, filled with delicious food and water, "Sorry if it took us a bit longer than we should have, the line was a bit crazy." Steve apologized as he sat down with Buck and Sam, taking out their food and water and started to eat.

Sam moaned at how delicious a sandwich could be, "Damn, this is good!" Both soldiers agreed and went back to eating their food peacefully. Bucky's sandwich is almost finished but his mouth is begging for some liquid, so he pulled the wrapper a bit and set it aside on the small space at the end of the bench and took good gulps of his cold water. He set his water down and reached for his sandwich, but instead of a sandwich, all he felt was air.

He frowned, he was bewildered as to why his food disappeared, yet said nothing to the guys about it... until he tried to grab his water but it also vanished!

He was starting to get irritated and stood up from his seat to look for the thief, ready to put his hands on... a puppy?

"Guys...?" Bucky called for the boys and they all looked at him with questions in their faces. When he didn't respond, they followed his gaze and their expression turned into a surprise one. Under the bench, a dirty, (C/F) puppy bulldog was trying to open the bottle cap with its mouth but was too weak to do so.

Then the dog began whimpering and looked directly at Bucky for help, silently asking to give it some water. It took seconds for Bucky to kneel down and grab the bottle to open for the starving puppy in front of him, not quite sure what he was doing or why he was doing this. The pup came closer to him and straight away put its tongue out to catch the refreshing water. The first one to speak about the situation is Sam, "Where the hell did the puppy come from?"

Steve mumbled an 'I don't know' and continued to watch the puppy, "Poor dog, it must be alone and looked for anything to survive." He slowly stretched out his hand to pet it but it flinched and moved away, going behind Bucky's legs.

The action made Bucky's lips twitched into a smile and was shocked when he realized what he did. Never did anything made Bucky laugh or smile for a long time, especially that is small, chubby, soft, and cute.

"So, umm..." Sam hesitated, looking at them if they have any idea what to do, "What are we gonna do?"

"Someone had probably kicked the pup when it was a week old. Now its 8 weeks old, its bones and other parts are healed but still fragile. Once it is fed with proper food and vitamins, it will be a strong and happy pup." Dr. Cho gave the puppy a smile and lightly scratched its head.

The bulldog shied away from the doctor and went back to Bucky, who was standing at the end of the table and listened to what every Dr. Cho said, and placed its paws on his abdomen. It let out a whine and as if Bucky understood the pup, he carefully grabbed it by the belly and cradled it against his chest.

"Huh," Sam observed how the puppy got already comfortable with the winter soldier and almost fell asleep on his arms, "It looks like the dog got attracted to him pretty quickly."

Steve grinned, "Definitely. All we have to deal with is how everybody gonna react when they see this cute pup." He gently petted the dog and it didn't flinch away this time, slowing beginning to love the attention it's getting, "Do you have a name for it, Buck?"

Bucky looked down at the soft creature he's holding and saw that it is staring back at him, as if it's also waiting for an answer to Steve's question. The pup has (C/F) fur, (C/E) eyes, a chubby body, and a cute face. Finally, a name came in his mind.

"(Y/N)."

'Wake up, hooman!' The puppy let out a tiny bark as it approached Bucky who was peacefully sleeping and started to lick his face. He groaned as he felt his face getting attacked with dog saliva and gently pushed the pup away, using his t-shirt to clean his face, "Calm down, buddy..."

He laid there for a moment as he was still tired and the pup took it as an opportunity to climb on his strong chest, its eyes casting down to Bucky's and admired his fine features, 'I have a handsum hooman!'

Bucky stared at the pup who's staring back at him and a small smile slowly plastered on his face, "You're such a cutie, (Y/N)." He mumbled and started stroking the pup's chubby bod, lining every rolls on its body.

(Y/N) started to whine as it felt ticklish with Bucky's petting, so it started to catch his fingers with its mouth to stop him while he watched in amusement and continued teasing you, 'I know I'm cute, but don't touch my fatties!'

It has been 2 weeks since (Y/N) stayed in the Avengers compound and when they first saw the pup, everyone immediately fell in love, which made Bucky's life easier. He thought that they will kick the puppy out, especially Tony since they both aren't in good terms, but he decided to put it in the past and move forward. He also fell in love with the pup that he spoil (Y/N) with the stuff that it needs and wants, which means unnecessarily buying 8 dog beds and a bunch of dog toys and treats, and planning to make a dog suit.

You loved every attention you get from everyone! Every treats, belly rubs, strokes, kisses, everything! You took it as an advantage and be a mischieve little pup. Like how you stole tools from the lab and hide it somewhere they can't find for a few days. No one suspected you until that day when you tried to get Steve's shield from his room while he was in the bathroom, but it was too heavy and he came out just in time, with a towel around his hips. When he saw what you were doing, everything clicked in his mind that you were the one who's behind all of it. He then gave you a lecture while you barked in protest.

Ever since that day, everyone would be skeptical about what you're going to do next because they know that Steve's lecture is not enough to stop your mischievousness. Bucky even tried to warn you but you didn't listen. :D In fact, Loki started to like you even more and you sometimes join his wickery pranks and tricks on others, especially on Thor.

But even after all that, they still adore you and you at times become a helpful partner. Like when Bruce needed some tools, you would be there and get it for him. When Bucky was training with Steve, you would get them cold and refreshing water. When Sam was bickering with Peter, you would always choose Sam's side. because Bucky told you that Peter cannot be trusted that easily.

Bucky yawned as he carried you against his chest and stood up from the bed, "Come on, bud, it's time to take a bath." He said and headed towards the bathroom, with you whining because you don't like baths. :<

Today is a lucky day. There are no missions, no threats, no bad guys to take care of, which means they have nothing to do and Tony took that as an opportunity to have a movie night. There are popcorns, poptarts, water, and other treats and drinks that they can enjoy, and dog treats for you, of course.

People have settled in and Sam gets to pick the movie after arguing with Tony for picking the same movie every movie night. You and Bucky were the last one to join in and sat beside Steve, who greeted the both of you and you greeted him back with a few licks on his fingers, which made him chuckle and pet your head.

After everyone was comfortable enough, the movie finally started. You didn't know why you were here, but you were excited because you get to see everyone! But it seems like they are focused on that big, glowing square and you don't wanna be a rude dog for interrupting whatever they're watching. So you just lay on Booki's lap, trying to find a way to entertain yourself because the movie doesn't seem too interesting to you. You looked around and your eyes landed on the dog treats, but then you remembered what happened yesterday, which made you let out a small growl.

"Dr. Cho noticed that you were getting bigger." Bucky said once he entered his room after checking you up to see if you're getting better. What he said made you look up at him and lowly growled.

'Pfft! There's no such thing as bigger, hooman. It's nor-'

"So we have to put you on a diet." He simply said as if it's an easy thing to do. Hearing the word Diet made you jump out of his arms and land on his bed before he even sit down. You started barking at him for even putting you in such tragic!

'No, you crazy hooman! You cannot put me on a diet! It sounds ridiculous!'

Bucky watched you bark and bark, not understanding a single thing you said but decided to play along, "It's not good to overfeed because you will have problems, (Y/N), so I suggest that you should follow." He said and ended the conversation by plopping down on the side of the bed and started reading his book.

'Hhmmp!' You groaned and left the bed, heading to your own and trying to make yourself comfortable, trying to forget that you're on a diet. :(

You were ignoring him purposely as he was trying to talk to you, but everything he says is not helping you at all. You love food! But then he drops the word you never thought he will say... the F word.

"We just have to adjust your food. Maybe I will add in chicken and instead of eggs, I will use vegetables because eggs has too much fat." Your head quickly turned towards him and glArEd at him for a few seconds.

He seemed to notice your look so he quickly adds in, "No, (Y/N), I didn't call you fat, I was explaining that-'

'UNACCEPTABLE!' You cut him off with a bark.

The next thing you knew is that you were chewing on Bucky's chin, which seemed to prickled your mouth a bit because of his stubble beard. You thought that chewing on his chin will cause him great pain for letting you suffer through diet! >:D

Bucky was unfazed with what you're doing since your teeth is still small. To be honest, it felt quite ticklish. He just let you do what you do while he stroke your back.

"Alright, (Y/N), it's time for bed." Bucky placed you down on his bed and you immediately snuggled on the other pillow, the softness of it made you almost fell asleep.

He took his side and got comfortable under the covers, sighing as this day is almost over and another one is starting tomorrow. Bucky looked to his side and see that his pup has fell asleep, looking peaceful and lightly snoring. A smile made its way to his lips and carefully stroke your head with his metal index finger.

As he stares at his pet, he reflected and compared how his life was before and after adopting you. Bucky realized how dull it was, hoping that someone will stop his never-ending misery, and as if God heard his prayers, he sent someone. Someone that he never thought of, a puppy.

Ever since then, his life was never the same. He has someone he will protect, someone who will be there for him and be his friend, his family.

Bucky slowly raised himself from his position and gave you a light kiss on the forehead, "Thank you for being there for me, (Y/N). Love you." He whispered before he went back to his side and wait until sleep overtook him.

'Love you too, Booki.'

Bucky groaned tiredly as he did a final push up and sat up, his body covered in sweat and taking deep breaths. He looked around and spotted Steve on the treadmill, "Steve." He called as he stood up and grabbed his empty water bottle, "I'm going now."

"Yeah, sure." He pants and focused back on his running. Bucky wiped his face with his towel and head to the kitchen to fill his bottle.

When he entered, he slightly stumbled back because you were there in the sink and cleaning dishes, humming a song and swaying your hips a bit. He was trying to remain silent so you don't notice him. Bucky is usually known for being silent, always frowning, doesn't like crowds and parties, and often alone. Whenever anyone questions about him, Steve usually say that he has gone through a lot and doesn't like being bothered. However, when it comes to you, he becomes shy, enjoys your company, and gets flustered. Ever since you first talked to each other, he thought that you were one of the people who think of him as a weirdo but he was wrong. You were able to convince him that it's normal to have a bionic body part because he's not the only one.

Carefully, he placed his water bottle quietly on the counter and sneak behind you. Once he's near, he placed both of his hands on your waist, making you jump a bit and covered your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming.

You turned around and see a chuckling Bucky, his hair tied in a man bun and wearing a fitted t-shirt, shaping his toned chest and biceps. Seeing this, you can feel small tingles in your entrance and bit the inside of your cheeks instead of your bottom lip, trying not to show any signs and closed your thighs together. You nervously chuckled and lightly punched his flesh arm, "B-Bucky! Don't do that!"

He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, "Sorry, doll. Just wanted to check on you." His voice was low enough for you to hear it.

You huffed, "If you want to know how I'm feeling, then ask." You said as you turned to the sink and continue to wipe the dishes, "Are you too shy to do that, Barnes?"

He snickered and you can feel his presence behind you, his large hands wrapping around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, "You like teasing me, don't you?" He whispered, his warm breath hitting your ear and how raspy his voice is, sending shivers down your spine.

You smirked and faced him, your faces inches away and you just want to pull his shirt and kiss him, but you resisted and straighten your posture, "Tony is setting another party, are you going?" I folded my arms and waited for his answer.

He hummed and removed his arms around me, my body missing his embrace already, "I'm still thinking about it. How about you?"

You pouted your lips and shake your head 'No', "I don't want to, not really into parties." You replied and checked the clock, "Oh, sorry Buck. I have to go out with Wanda today, maybe see you tomorrow?"

Bucky nodded, quite sad that you're not going to the party but he made his choice, "See ya, doll." He gave you a small smile which you returned before you walk past him and head to your room, leaving him as he watched you walk away.

He just nodded and closed the door, not wanting to go to the party since you didn't go. Sighing in relief, he lied down on his soft bed and closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked, making sure if Bucky might change his mind.

Your room is not really far away from his, so you can always check on his door to see if he's alright or having a nightmare. It became your routine and you didn't mind. After all, you wanted to help him move on from his past and accept who he is now.

Stopping at his door, you carefully pressed your ear on it and listened- there's shuffling around the bed and whimpers can be heard, immediately telling yourself that he's having a nightmare. You opened the door and closed it afterward, quickly going over to him.

You just came back from your small adventure with Wanda, exchanging 'Goodnight's to each other and went your own ways. You wondered if they were doing fine at the top floor, especially Bucky because he wasn't that sociable, unlike the old Bucky Barnes in 1940s that Steve told you.

You watched him for a bit, seeing him tossing himself from side to side and muttering incoherent words saddens you. Sitting beside him, you carefully placed your hand on his metal arm and shake him gently, "Buck, wake up!" You whisper-yelled and he finally opened his eyes, his terrified look shows that it's a very bad one.

His eyes shifted to yours and he slowly started to relax, just seeing you here with him makes him feel safe. You sadly smiled at him and scooted closer, taking him in your arms and he hugged back, hiding his face on your neck and sobbing quietly. You were about to pull away when he tightened his hold on you, not wanting you to go, "P-Please, stay." He pleaded and inhaled your scent, (F/S) filling his nose.

"Of course I will, Buck." You said as you remove your shoes and placed it down, "Come on, let's lie down." Then he suddenly lifted you up and set you down on his side, his arms never leaving your figure. You quietly giggled and stroke his hair, soothing him and he's starting to breathe slowly.

You and Bucky never had a thing or what so ever. You're just there for him whenever he needs you and he does the same for you. He never acted flirty around others, only to you. You knew he was just joking, even though you wish he meant every word he said.

You take a good look on his face and his expression is broken, completely tired and wanted to have a peaceful sleep but HYDRA used him for 70 years, so it's hard for him to forget what they had done to him. You wiped his tears with your thumb, "Do you want to talk about it?"

He was hesitant at first but soon nodded and told you everything. In his dream, you were begging at him to stop torturing you and eventually, the moment he killed you, he woke up.

Right now, he just wants some comfort and reassurance, and he was lucky to have someone like you who has a lot of patience and care, "Don't worry Buck, I'm here now." You softly planted a kiss on his forehead and goosebumps tickled his arms.

He felt pressured inside because he's debating whether or not tell you about the developed feelings he has for you. I mean, he can't waste this precious moment and wanted you for himself. He cleared his throat and exhaled, "(Y-Y/N), I want to say something."

"Go on."

"Thank you for being there for me. Ever since the day we talked, I thought you will get afraid of me because of my past, but you helped me feel like I'm being loved and cared. I don't why you decided to help me, I'm not really that interesting." He admitted and adverted his eyes from yours, "I... I've been a-admiring you. Every time I see you, I felt safe and home."

Your eyes widened at his words and couldn't help but crack a smile and suddenly hug him, Bucky letting out a small 'oof' and hugged you back, his chin on your head and your face snuggled against his chest, "How long have been admiring someone like me?"

"Almost a year, doll." You grinned and placed your hand on his metal arm, your thumb rubbing up and down and it started to move a bit, making the whirling sounds and you watched it in amazement.

His metal fingers twirled some of your locks, thinking about what's going to happen if he said what he wanted to say next, "C-Can I ask you a favor?"

You raised your head from his chest so you could look at him, waiting.

He gulped and pressed his forehead against yours, "I want you to make me forget my nightmares... is it too much?" It made you giggle and cupped his cheeks, brushing some hair out of his face, "D-Doll, what are you doing?" His face got a bit red and studied your facial features.

"You know..." You started as you traced your finger on his stubble, "You should've had asked me earlier, but would you let me?"

"Doll please, just do everything you can to make me- mmph..." You gently cut him off by pulling his face and crashed your lips onto his, earning a soft moan from him and hugged you closer to deepen the kiss.

You felt his tongue slides on your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you denied it, smirking inside your head when he whines and wants to change position but you quickly pinned him down and straddle him, you on top and he's on bottom, "Let me, Bucky~" You whispered and kissed him desperately, biting onto his bottom lip before dragging it out. He groans and you started to plant kisses on his jaw and neck, finding his sweet spot.

His hands hold onto your hips and lied his head back to his pillow, loving how soft your lips are against his skin, "(Y-Y/N)..." He then started to attack your neck as well, his stubble tickling your neck, causing you to giggle and lower yourself to his chest. You tugged at the end of his shirt and he gets the message by sitting up and removed his white shirt, revealing his very built upper body.

You bit your bottom lip at the sight as you slide your hands up and down on his chest to stomach and surprise gasp came out of your plumps lips, "Already hard for me, Bucky?" Teasing him as you slipped a finger in the waistband of his sweats and pulled it down, Bucky helping by slightly lifting his hips and throwing it somewhere.

You stared at his bulge and felt yourself getting wetter when you see a small dampened area on his boxers. You leaned down to his face, your foreheads almost touching as you sat down on his raging boner and grind, and you were rewarded with a whine.

"(Y-Y/N), please..." He pleaded, looking at you with permission, "I want you naked."

You pecked his lips, "As you wish." You grabbed your shirt and lifted it, showing your (F/C) demi bra and his eyes sparkled, watching you stand up as you unclipped your bra and threw it, exposing your bare breasts and you swore you saw his cock twitches.

Being a shit-tease you are, you arched your back as you turn around, your back facing him and slowly pull your shorts down. You looked over your shoulder and see him eyeing you up and down, especially your cute, soaked lace panties and his hands balled up into fists, withstanding himself from pulling you to the bed and take you right now.

Straddling him again, that's when you pull the string lace of your underwear and placed it down, the cold air hitting your arousal, "Show me your cock, Buck~" You seductively whispered and nibbled on his earlobe and neck, leaving some marks while you wait for him to take the remaining clothes off of him.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his erection, lightly hitting his stomach and precum covered half of his shaft. Removing yourself from him, you lied beside him and grabbed his cock, feeling how thick and hard he is and he whimpered. You seductively hummed and kissed his cheek, "What do you want, Barnes?"

"Make me... c-cum." You slowly rubbed him and down, causing him moan loudly and his breath hitches, watching how your hands spread his wetness evenly, your thumb collecting the precum from the tip of his cock and massaging his balls.

He turned his head to you and you kissed him, making out for a moment before he parts away, feeling his release building up, "D-Doll, I'm c-close." Then you stopped your movements, him groaning and you licked your fingers while you straddle his head, your core lightly brushing on his lips, "Eat me, Bucky."

His pupils dilated as he held onto to your thighs and began savoring your pussy, licking and sucking up every juice that comes out of you, throwing your head back in pleasure. It only happened for a short time and pulled away from him, seeing his mouth covered with your sweet liquid.

You lustfully gazed at him and grabbed his throbbing dick, positioning it to your entrance before sinking down on him, taking every inch with ease and he let out a booming groan, tightly shutting his eyes and taking quick breaths, letting him adjust to your tightness.

He placed his hands on your hips, telling you he's ready and started to ride him at a normal pace, then you began bouncing on his cock, the bed creaking and his pants and moans mixes, turning you on even more, "Fuck, Bucky!"

Bucky curses under his breath and gripped the bed sheets instead, not wanting to hurt you, "I-I'm close, doll, p-please don't stop." He pleaded and watches your tits bounce, giving him a pleasant view. You leaned down on him so he could get a better look of your chest and he immediately took one of your nipple in his mouth and suck them, feeling his tongue swirl around your bud and gave the same treatment to the other, "Yes, yes, yes, yes! C-Cum for me, Bucky!"

You fuck him faster and his cock twitches inside of you. He yelps when he felt his climax coming and both of you finally let it go, shouting 'Fuck' as he fills you up with his warm seed and you showered his cock with your cum, some of his own liquid dripping out of your pussy.

Panting, you grabbed his face and press your lips together in a sloppy kiss, both of you moaning and trying to distract him from what you're going to do next. You sneakily grabbed his semi-hard cock and pushed his tip in your ass, stretching you in the process and he gasped, looking at you with wide eyes, "W-What-"

"I'm taking care of you, Bucky~" You giggled as you slowly lowered yourself down and gave him a teasing smile, "Isn't that what you wanted?" Not wasting any time, you began rocking your ass up and down and grabbed both of his hands to place them on your butt cheeks. You rest your forehead on his and stared into each other's eyes while fucking him, him panting and you yelped when he suddenly spanks you with his flesh hand, feeling a great sting on your ass while his metal hand squeezes the other one.

You chanted his name like a prayer when you felt your climax coming and you scratch his chest, red marks appearing but neither of you cares. You tugged his hair behind his ear and cupped his face, his expression shows you how much pleasure he's feeling right now and his eyes are half closed, "F-Fuck, Bucky! I'm c-close!" You whine and he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down onto him, pounding into your tight ass and the sound it makes whenever he thrusts making you roll your eyes back and you screamed, "YES, YES, YES, YES, YES! BUCKY- AAAHH!"

Bucky threw his head back in ecstasy and let out a cry, his cum filling your tight hole and tears started to form at the corner of his eyes. You shakily lifted your lower body and pulled it out, his cock covered with his own cum and you lick your lips, tempting to clean him off.

He was trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving up and down and eyes closed, not seeing what you're about to do next. Bucky felt his bed shift a bit and felt something warm underneath him.

Opening his eyes, he slightly raises his head and his eyes followed where you are and when he saw what you're doing, he gulped, "P-Please, doll..."

"But Bucky!" You gave him a mischievous smile and licked his cock from bottom to top, sucking his red tip, "You haven't filled my mouth, yet!"