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You gasp and buck your hips forwards, gripping the thin sheet on top of your bunk, making soft whimpers as Thanos continues to tease your sensitive clit. “Shh, be a good girl and stay quiet for me.” he encourages, running his slender fingers over your dripping cunt.  

“Than—Thanos,” you groan, your hands wrapping themselves behind his neck. He smiles down at you and guides the tip of his cock to the entrance of your needy pussy, slowly pushing his tip in, and out, making you moan aloud. Causing Thanos to slap a hand over your mouth.  

“I thought I told you to stay quiet, hm?” he whispers in your ear, pushing his full length inside your dripping cunt. You let another pathetic whimper slip out, though it’s muffled by Thanos’ hand. “Do you want these people to hear how much of a slut you are?” he speaks softly, despite the degrading words he’s saying, and kisses from your ear to your jaw leaving a wet hot trail behind.

Thanos begins to pump his cock inside you at a slow pace, making it as agonizing as possible. “I asked you a question, slut,” he reminds you, giving a particularly aggressive thrust. 

“No, no. I don't want them to know, please.” you beg helplessly, as his thrusts start building up in speed. Thanos takes his hand to hold your jaw in place as he kisses you sloppily, groaning into the kiss, using the same hand, he pushes your head to the side and begins to litter your neck with hickeys. Biting and sucking on the same spot repeatedly, until you beg him to stop, all while never slowing the pace of his thrusts, continuing to slam into your g-spot — bringing you closer and closer to your climax.  

“Thanos, I'm gonna come—” you whine, arching your back. He looks at you with crazy dilatated pupils, probably due to whatever drugs he was taking again. “Beg,” he tells you flatly.  

“Beg?” you repeat, the distrust audible in your tone.  

“Beg for me to let you come, or you won’t get anything from me tonight, girl.” he whispers next to your ear, grinning wide.  

“Please,” you hesitate, still usure if Thanos was being serious or not. When he looked at you expectedly you knew he was serious. “Please, Thanos, please let me come” you plead helplessly, fulling at Thanos’ mercy.  

“That’s a good girl.” He praises, speeding up his thrusts a few more notches, once again slamming right against your g-spot. You begin to let small incoherent words slip out of your mouth, closely sounding like ‘please’ and ‘Thanos.’ 

“I—I’m gonna—” you begin, but Thanos quickly cuts you off.

“C’mon girl, come for me,” he pants above you, grinning wildly. That’s all you needed to push you to your limit, you hold onto his shoulders like your life depends on it, holding back your whimpers as you release on his cock.

Thanos groans when he feels you release. “So good for me,” he praises, speeding up his thrust. “I’m almost there, girl.” His voice is hitched as he spills into you, your both left panting for a few moments before he slowly pulls out, making you let out a small groan, which he scolds you for, reminding you to stay quiet.

He falls beside you on the bed, allowing you both to catch your breath before his fingers start making their way down to your sensitive clit.

You inhale sharply as his fingers dance around your wet sex, teasingly grazing his fingers over your clit.

“No—not again, too sensitive.” You plead, closing your legs so he’s forced to remove his hand. Instead, he just forcefully shoves your legs apart, jamming his fingers in your soaked cunt, making you let out a strained moan.  

Thanos leans in close to your ear, almost inaudibly he whispers, “If I have to remind you one more time to stay quiet, you won’t like the outcome. Is that clear?” 

You frantically nod your head, Thanos’ fingers almost pushing you to the brink of your second orgasm. “Use your words.” he tells you sternly, intensifying the speed of his fingers.  

You groan helplessly under is touch, grabbing fistfuls of the scratchy sheets. Doing anything to give yourself stability, “Please I can’t take it!” you pant, trying to squirm away from his grasp.  

“You can, and you will.” He states firmly, “Now answer my question; is that clear?”  

“Clear!” You softly whine, throwing your head back. “Very clear! Please let me come, please, please,” you beg miserably, the sensation becoming too much for you to handle.  

“Go on, girl, come for me.” He says gruffly, never changing the pace at which his fingers are moving. You do as your told and finally get the release that was building up, you breathe an uneven sigh of relief, your sticky fluids coating his fingers as you melt into the bed. Your legs shake and your body twitches, but you're starting to calm yourself down.  

Thanos pulls his fingers out and cleans them off on the bed sheets. He lays down beside you and turns your head so you're looking at him. “If I ever have to tell you that many times to behave—you won’t get to come, ever.”  

You look at him with a dazed expression and just nod your head. He nods his head in return and pulls you into an aggressive kiss before rolling over and going to bed.  

The grip Love has on your thigh is strong – strong enough for you to let out a moan that’s from both pleasure and pain. She licks the inside of your thighs, where your legs meet your groin, but doesn't actually give you the sensation you're craving. “L-Love, please...” you whine pathetically, running your hands through her hair, gently tugging at her scalp.  

Love lifts her head from between your legs, rubbing a finger across your clit as she does so. “I told you already; only good girls get to come – and you haven’t been a good girl.” she tells you gently, as if she wasn’t teasing you under the covers.  

“I’m sorry! I-I'll be a good girl from now on, I swear! Just – just please.” you whimper impatiently, arching your back and bucking your hips. Doing anything to give yourself move friction.  

You watch Love roll over and begin opening the drawer of the nightstand, “No, no, please baby, I’ll be so good – I'll never complain about anything again! Especially not your delicious meals, I promise!” you beg and plead frantically. Unfortunately, Love never let up, she basically outright ignored you as she pulled out the vibrator from the nightstand drawer. 

She retrieved the... device and positioned it perfectly; where it would do its job, but not fall from its place when you decide to squirm. “I know you don’t like when you're not allowed to come,” Love starts to say softly, turning the vibrator to its first setting. “But this is supposed to be a punishment. What kind of punishment would it be if you enjoyed it?” 

“The good kind.” you mumble half-heartedly, starting to feel the pressure build up between your legs. Love pins your arms above your head and slowly starts kissing down your neck, “L-Love, please, it's too much.” you whimper sheepishly.  

“Ah, baby. We’ve barely started.” Love tuts, turning the vibrator up another level. You begin to wiggle around, trying to grind on the vibrator, trying to do anything, really, to bring yourself to finish.  

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Love mutters, shaking her head disappointedly. “You know better than that.” This time Love turns it to the max, the sudden intense switch makes you moan aloud, arching your back to get away from the ruthless touch of the vibrator.  

“Oh, my God,” you groan. “Baby I'm sorry, honest. I’ll be a good girl I promise.” you plead helplessly, your legs beginning to shake. “Please just let me come.”  

Love ignores your whines and begins to suck on your left breast, taking your nipple in her mouth and swirling her tongue around your sensitive bud. You gasp at the new sensation but feel no need to complain. She continues with that for a while longer then switches and does the exact same with your other breast.

“Quit it,” You cried underneath the vibrator. The vibrator ghosting over your clit, ignoring it completely. She smiles at you while rubbing your thigh, sending goosebumps up your neck. She plants soft kisses on your inner thighs as you buck your hips into the vibrator, hoping she would pity your needy clit.

In response she slaps your pussy harshly, tears pricking in your eyes. She could feel you growing more and more impatient. Your eyebrows pushed together as your hands gripped onto the sheets, holding on as she swiped her finger through your wet folds.

“Please, baby, please” You whine as Love’s fingers left the heat between your legs aching once more.

“Please what, baby?” She asks, hands trailing from your hips down to your thighs.

You huff in response, opening your mouth to speak. “Please fuck me, need it s’bad. I’ve been good.” You breathe out.

“How bad?” Love grins, as you start twitching, beginning to grow antsy.

“So bad, please, please, please. Just anything, I need it.” You whimper.

“Anything?” She says, smiling wider at this, rubbing two of her fingers on your clit.

You sigh at this, your hand still holding onto hers. Your eyebrows furrow more, cheeks burning red. She lowers the vibrator on your clit with her free hand, eliciting a loud, pathetic, high pitched whimper from you.

“Fuck me, holy shit-“ You whine, throwing your head back, grip tightening on her hand.

The vibrations hit a bundle of nerves as Love’s free hand reaches up to your breasts, twiddling with your perky nipple. Your breathing hitched, orgasm approaching you. Your legs close slightly, only to be immediately opened up again. Her nails dug into your plush thighs, markings being left behind.

“Please, please” You whimpered, chest heaving with each press of the vibrator.

“Fuck me, please oh my God, 'wanna come s’bad wanna come-“ You moan into the air, your hips thrusting into nothing. Your thighs squeezed around the vibrator, only for them to be pushed apart. Your lips opened wide, a high pitched whine leaving. Slowly silencing, the only sound in the room being your ragged breathing. Your legs slowly open, shaking, as you removed the vibrator.

But Love wasn’t finished, as she recalled, she heard you say you could do 'anything.'

Her fingers slid over to your clit, rubbing over it frantically. You were unable to breathe at this point, it was so overwhelming.

“No, no, shit, please stop, I can’t do it! You know this- i’m sensitive.” You cried, tears streaming down your chin.

“You can handle it sweetheart.” Love’s free hand still playing with your nipple. Your brain grows foggy as your second orgasm comes close.

“A little more, be a good girl and sit still just for me okay?” Her fingers continued to swipe over your hot core. The wetness between your thighs being spread all over.

“I’m coming - baby please, shit. oh my God” Your hand flies to hold onto her wrist, your second orgasm leaves you breathless. Your legs spread open, bucking into your fingers.

“Such a good girl for me.” Love cooed into your ear, your tears growing dry. 

"Shh, it's okay now," She tells you sweetly, climbing onto the bed with you and wrapping you in her arms. She softly plays with your hair as you take the time to settle yourself.

You and Beck finally managed to leave the party; you loved your friends, of course, but you guys weren’t big on parties. The only upside to this party was seeing your girlfriend in her “sexy dress,” as she called it. It was a tight-fitting, short black dress that complimented her figure perfectly. She wore it to almost all the parties you attended, since, if we’re being honest, you don’t go to very many parties.

Beck always looked beautiful, no matter what she wore. This dress was no different; she looked absolutely stunning every time she wore it. But tonight was different; you couldn’t place your finger on it; was it the makeup? or maybe the hair? You didn’t know, and honestly, you didn’t care. All you wanted was Beck.

You needed her so badly, you practically begged her to fuck you in the bathroom stall, but she refused, insisting it was rude and you were here for your friends. Logically, it made sense, but you couldn’t help it; you wanted her, needed her, but of course, she made you wait until she was as well done with the party.

You said your goodbyes and left quickly, walking hand in hand to your car.

Before you can dig in your purse for your keys, Beck has you pinned to the driver's door, her mouth immediately finding yours.

The kiss was sloppy and desperate. “Beck,” you moan into her mouth, your hands running through her hair.

“Mmm, you have no idea,” you pant, pulling away from the kiss. “How badly I need you.” You whisper in her ear.

Beck pulls back and grabs your face in both her hands, gently rubbing her thumb against your swollen lips. “You're so beautiful,” she praises, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

You smile warmly, bringing your lips to hers once again. This time the kiss was soft and gentle, not sloppy and aggressive like before. “I need you, please, baby.” You whisper into her neck. placing soft kisses along her jawline and down to her neck.

Beck reaches around you and opens the back passenger door, gently pushing you onto the back leather seats. She climbs in and closes the door behind her, locking it while doing so. Beck lowers herself on you, her lips meeting your neck, as she slowly pampers you in soft, wet kisses.

Your hands travel to Becks shirt. “Off,” you say gruffly, lifting her dress up slightly. Beck complies immediately and removes her dress, leaving her in only a black lace bra and matching panties.

She pulls you into another needy and sloppy kiss, quickly beginning to undress you, as if you were a gift waiting to be unwrapped. “Your turn now, hm?” She teases, softly running her hand over your chest.

You reach up, trying to unclip her bra, while she still teases your breasts. “Baby, please,” you beg, clearly unable to unclip the bra yourself. “Shh, I got you, baby,” she promises softly, unclipping her bra, leaving her beautiful front exposed. You pull her down swiftly but gently into a passionate kiss that trails all the way down her neck, leading you right to her boobs. You slowly take her breast into your mouth, circling your tongue around the sensitive bud. Beck whimpers softly and throws her head back, starting to grind against your thigh.

You release her breast slowly, stilling teasing her, and smile up at her lovingly. “You’re so beautiful,” you praise, sliding a hand down into her panties.

She gasps at the unexpected yet welcomed sensation beneath her. “Mmm, you’re so wet, baby,” you coo, slowly fingering her. Beck gasps and falls into you, grinding herself against your fingers. She pulls herself up and pulls you into another passionate and messy kiss, her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, while her hands begin to slowly slide between your legs.

She gently slips two fingers in you, still not breaking the kiss. Your both fingering each other while you pant and whimper for the other.

She finally breaks the kiss, saying, “I want to eat you out.”

You quickly nod your head, removing the fingers that were once buried inside her to her hair, your fingers tugging and pulling at her scalp as she slowly begins to circle her tongue around your clit.

“Beck...” you whimper, bucking your hips. She says nothing and continues to pleasure you, as you’ve been begging her to do so since the start of the party.

You can feel yourself starting to get closer. “Beck! Im going to come,” you moan, tipping your head back and pulling at her hair.

You can feel her speeding up, helping you reach your climax.

“B-Beck!” You shout as you come, finally feeling the release you’ve been craving all night.

Beck lifts herself up and pulls you into her chest, stroking your hair softly. “Your so beautiful,” she praises again.

You smile warmly, turning your head to face her. You give her a kiss and go back to laying on her chest in the back seat of your car.

“Do you think anyone saw us?” You wonder aloud, looking out the window.

“Unfortunately, no,” she jokes, kissing the top of your head.

You chuckle softly, “Shut up.”

You lay together for a few more minutes, slowly starting to fall asleep. Beck notices and smiles to herself.

“Cmon, let’s get dressed and drive home.” She says, patting your arm, so you know to get up.

You look up at her and give her a quick kiss on the lips, “Okay, my love.”

You and Joe finally decided to go out on a date. You’ve both been so busy with work lately you haven’t gotten to spend much time together. Joe’s working full time; you're working part time, but unfortunately your schedules barely line up.

It was Joe’s idea to come to this restaurant; this was where you met. So, it’s quite sentimental to the both of you. which is a big reason why your boyfriend is eyeing you angrily as you flirt with the young waiter.

Now in your defence, you didn’t mean for the flirting to start; it just happened. He came to take your order but could not keep his eyes off you. Of course Joe noticed; he notices everything, especially when it comes to you. And out of the corner of your eye, you saw Joe clench his jaw in frustration, maybe even jealousy. So that’s when you decided to play along, for as long as Joe would let you, that is.

“Okay, your food will be ready in a few minutes. It might take a bit longer since we’re currently low staff.” The young waiter, whose name you learned is Elliot, tells you apologetically.

“It’s okay, baby; we aren’t in a rush,” you tell him kindly before he walks away, making sure you emphasize the word 'baby.'

Joe stares at you silently, trying to collect his thoughts before he speaks. “What are you doing?” The warning was clear: don’t do it again or you won’t like the consequences.

You stay silent, looking innocently at him, until he raises his eyebrows, indicating he’s expecting an answer.

“I’m just being polite; is that a problem?” You sass, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh, you do NOT get to flirt with the waiter than sass me. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Joe asks sternly, keeping eye contact with you as you try looking away.

“Oh my, God, Joe. It’s not that big of a deal. Why are you being such a—“

“Okay, we have one order of the grilled chicken, with salad on the side,” Elliot cuts you off, bringing your food over, “and one order of steak and baked potatoes.” He slides Joe his dinner.

“Can I get you anything else? a refill on your drinks maybe?” Elliot offers the both of you. Joe notices Elliot’s hand slightly brushing against your shoulder but doesn’t comment on it.

Joe shakes his head no.

“No thanks, darling,” you say, smiling at Elliott as he walks away to take other orders.

Joe is now looking at you furiously. “This is your last warning. Do it again, and we’re leaving; do you understand me?” Joe demands, grabbing your chin so you’re making eye contact.

You nod your head, but roll your eyes while trying to wriggle out of his grip.

“uh, uh. eyes up here. I said, Do you understand me?”

“Yeah, okay,” you nod your head. “I understand.”

Joe releases his grip and nods his head. “Now eat, please.”

_________

You and Joe eat your dinner peacefully, finally having the evening together Joe wanted. You are so close to finishing your meal without anymore distractions until Elliott comes over one last time to check on you.

“Is everything alright?” Elliot asks, sounding like he genuinely cares how your meal is.

“It was delicious, thank you,” you reply, setting the fork down and looking up at Elliot. “Wasn’t it good, Joe?" You turn to look at your boyfriend.

“Yes, it was. Thank you,” he says politely, despite how annoyed he is with Elliot.

“I’m glad to hear that!” Elliot replies happily, “Would you like me to get the bill now?” He asks, collecting your empty plates and utensils.

“Yes, love, that sounds wonderful,” you respond with the same level of enthusiasm.

Elliot leaves to get the bill, and you look over at Joe, not expecting to see him so angry.

“I have told you several times to knock it off. I am sick of you disrespecting me,” Joe says sternly.

He leans forward to whisper this last part so only you can hear.

“When we get home, you are being punished. I do not care how much you don’t want it; you will be punished for your actions, and that is final. Do you understand?”

You look at Joe bewildered. Sure, you wanted to push his buttons; angry sex is the best, is it not? but a punishment? That was something you didn’t expect.

"Yes, sir,” you respond sheepishly, “understood.”

_________

The drive home is silent, not even the sound of the radio going. You knew you were going to be in trouble, but not this much trouble.

I mean, really? a punishment?  

That’s not necessary. Of course you’d never say this to Joe; he would not approve of this mindset.

when you finally arrive home and Joe parks the car in the driveway. There’s a moment or two of silence while he tries collecting his thoughts.

He turns to you and grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look him in the eyes when he talks to you.

“When you go inside, I want you to strip completely and wait for me on the bed. I will be inside in a few minutes. Go.”

Joe releases his grip, and you scramble out of the car and inside the house, shutting the door behind you. You run up the stairs and go to your shared bedroom.

You strip off your clothes, put them in the laundry basket, and wait on the bed as Joe instructed.

You heard Joe walking up the stairs a few minutes after you sat down. He wasn’t stomping, which was a good sign.

Joe opened the door and looked to the bed, making sure you listened. “Finally learned how to listen, hm?” He teased, walking over to the bed to stand above you.

“Go get the vibrator,” Joe says sternly, pointing to the nightstand on the opposite side of you.

“Joe, please no,” you plead, making zero effort to do as you’re told.

“Now.”

You sigh and climb across the bed. opening the drawer aggressively and grabbing the vibrator. Sliding across the bed you had it to Joe, and once again start pleading.

“please, please! dont. I’ll be good, Joe.” You give him your best puppy eyes. “So good, I promise.”

His eyes soften slightly, and he rubs his thumb across your lips before leaning in and softly kissing them.

He pulls back and admires you for a moment before saying, “Lay down, on your back, spread your legs.”

You whine but obey him wordlessly, trying your best to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen.

“Good girl,” Joe turns on the vibrato to its slowest level and holds it between your legs.

You gasp and twitch at the sudden sensation between your legs but say nothing; instead, you grip the soft cotton sheets in order to hold still.

“Oh baby,” Joe coos, placing down the vibrator so it won’t move when he lets go. and sits down on a chair beside the bed. “This is only the beginning, and your already gasping and moaning?”

You glare at your boyfriend and begin to say something when your cut off by the vibration being turned up a level, using a remote Joe keeps with him.

“Joe,” you groan, struggling to keep still. You look over at your boyfriend to see him smiling at you, enjoying watching you struggle to keep your composure.

“hmm?” He hums, “What is it, baby?” Turning it up to the max speed, he asks, “Is something wrong?”

“Mmm, fuck,” you moan breathlessly, gripping at the sheets even harder.

“Use your words,” he tuts.

“Please, off,” you beg helplessly, “I'm going to come, please.”

“Uh, uh. No, your not.” Joe sits up and pushes the vibrator deeper, rubbing it up and down. “Only good girls get to come. Were you a good girl?”

You quickly shake your head no, hopeful that if you obey, you will get the reward of coming.

“No? No what, baby, use your words.” He says sternly but not coldly.

“No,” you groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. “No, I wasn’t a good girl.”

“No, you weren’t,” he agrees, stopping the movement of the vibrator and leaving it still once more. “What were you then? hmm?" joe prompts.

“Bad girl,” you answer, arching your back, trying to nonchalantly wiggle away from the vibrations.

“Yeah, you were a bad girl.” He notices your wiggles and once again moves the vibrator closer to your clit. “And do bad girls get to come?”

“No, they don't.” You give him your best ‘I’ll be a good girl’ eyes, but to no avail.

“No, they don’t. Does that mean you get to come?” he asks, finding pleasure in your constant gasps and moans.

“No.”

“No, you don’t.”

You gasp loudly, “Joe, I’m going to come. I can't fight it anymore.” You carefully grind on the vibrator, trying to bring yourself to the orgasm you so badly need.

Joe quickly puts an end to that nonsense by taking the vibrator away. “Oh, baby, wrong decision.”

Joe waits a few minutes to let you come down from your almost orgasm, then puts the vibrator right back between your thighs.

“Oh,” you gasp, gripping at Joe's wrists, your nails digging into his skin. “Please stop. I’ll be good, I promise,” you beg. At this point, you’re willing pretty much anything to get him to stop.

“yeah? you have?" He gently removes your nails from digging into him.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes.” you all but yell. “I’ll never, ever flirt with someone else again.”

“Yeah, I know you won’t,” he agrees, unbuckling his pants and pulling them off.

You watch Joe strip, just now noticing how hard he is. Joe pulls down his boxers, and his dick springs out.

Joe climbs on the bed with you and removes the vibrator. “Show me how much of a good girl you can be.”

You eagerly climb on Joe's lap and position yourself on his cock. Joe slides inside you easily.

“Hmm, so wet for me, yeah?” Joe teases, kissing your neck.

“Yes,” you reply, turning your neck to the side so he has better access, as you begin to rock back and forth on Joe.

He flips you over your laying underneath him while he starts pounding into your dripping wet pussy.

You whimper and dig your nails into Joe's back. “Joe,” you pant, “don’t stop, I’m close.”

He continues pounding you. “No one will ever make you feel this good,” he whispers in your ear. “Look at you, so needy for me.” He kisses your lips rather aggressively, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

You moan in pleasure and run hand through Joe's hair, tugging on it, so his face is closer to yours.

You pull back from the kiss to moan out, “Joe, I’m going to come.” He continues, not slowing down his pace.

“Come for me, baby, that’s it. good girl,” he praises as you finish.

Joe comes shortly after and pulls out. You both flop on your backs, trying to catch your breath. After a minute or so, Joe turns to you. “I meant what I said. No one will make you feel as good as I do.”

You nod in agreement, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. “I know,”

Joe pulls you close; you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes.

“You’re mine; you got that?”

“Mhmm,” you hum. “Believe me, I won’t forget.”

You and Evan aren’t together, 

You both agreed it’s nothing more than sex, just something casual. 

So why the hell do you feel so guilty getting ready for a date? You should have butterflies in your stomach. I mean, fuck, you’re going out with one of the hottest dudes you’ve ever seen. 

But instead, you feel nothing but guilt — maybe even shame? How could you have had sex with Evan not even three hours ago, and now you're getting ready for a date? What does this make you? A slut, maybe?

—

You’re almost ready; dressed, hair done, just finishing your makeup in the bathroom mirror. But that feeling of guilt is still not going away — you should be excited, blissful, fucking giddy. But you’re not, and you don’t quite understand why. Well, you do understand why; it’s because you think you and Evan will be something. but you won’t; it’s just sex, we’re just friends. You remind yourself before walking out of the bathroom.

—

You see Evan in the kitchen; he’s on the phone again, probably talking to Chris, or Eddie, or something. 

You try to sneak past and slip your shoes on, wanting to stay undetected.

“You look nice, love,” you hear Evan say from the kitchen. You look up and see him leaning against the doorway of the living room, phone in his hands.

“Thank you,” you reply happily, grinning softly, despite the circumstances. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Oh, um, a date.” You speak quietly, all feelings of joy suddenly gone. 

You can't find it in you to look at him when you say this. You know the relationship is casual, but a part of you longs for it to be something different, something more than just sex.

“Have fun, then. Stay safe, okay?,” he replies gently after a moment. “I’ll be here when you get back,” he adds, before disappearing into the kitchen.

You hadn’t expected him to be mad, or even the slightest bit bitter. You were an adult—a single adult at that. You’re allowed to go on a date you tell yourself.

—

You wish you could say the date went well, but in reality, it was terrible. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about Evan Buckley.

his hands, and the way they caressed your body, grabbing it and pulling it close to his.

his lips, leaving sloppy wet trails of kisses along your neck, all the way down to your..

and his beautiful body — fuck. You wish you were with him now.

And your date was something else, he wouldn’t stop talking about his plans for the future, which wouldn’t be all bad if you weren’t thinking about what you wanted Evan to do to you tonight. 

But God, did your date go on and on, only asking about you when it was relevant to his plans. not to mention his boring hobbies, which he just had to tell you about. 

So was it really a surprise when your first thought when you arrived home was to be in Evan's bed? No, not really.

—

“Evan,” you whimper as he softly kisses your neck.

He slowly unbuttons your shirt, teasing you as he removes the buttons one by one, kissing your neck sloppily in between. Finally, he slides your shirt to the ground once the buttons are completely undone.

“So needy, hm?” He tuts, sliding his tongue down your chest, gently kissing your tits.

“All mine,” he mumbles into your chest. You can feel the grin on his lips as they make their way against yours once more. 

lips still pressed together, he backs you into the wall, smashing your body against it. You break the kiss only for a moment to catch your breath. 

“Pants,” he groans, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants. “Off,” he demands, sliding them down painfully slowly, all the way to your feet.

You step out of the pants and kick them to the side while his tongue makes its way into your mouth. 

You moan at the new sensation in your mouth. You move one hand to cup his cheek, while the other lands in his hair.

“Bed.” He pants after breaking the kiss, and without saying anything else, you and Evan make your way through the living room into your bedroom. He pushes you onto the bed and unbuttons his shirt. 

You watch him carefully, never taking your eyes away from his body. You watch as he slips his shirt off and climbs on the bed, kneeling right in front of you.

“Bra off,” he commands, watching you unclip your bra without hesitation and throw it to the floor. “Good fucking girl, hm?” He praises you, grabbing your face and kissing you sloppily, the kiss travels down to your chest once more.

Evan brings a hand up to cup your tit while he licks around your sensitive nipples. 

“Evan, please,” you whine pathetically, needing more of him.

Evan grins and slips your panties off, tossing them aside, leaving you completely exposed. 

He begins to pump his fingers into your cunt, and unlike before, it’s aggressive and passionate. “You like that, darling?" He mocks you, hearing you gasp the faster he goes.

You cannot form a reply due to the fact that his fingers are slamming repeatedly into your g spot. 

“I asked you a question; don’t be rude,” he scolds lightly, removing his fingers from your dripping cunt. 

“Yes, Evan, fuck,” you moan in response, feeling empty at the loss of his fingers.

Evan groans in approval and spreads your legs, slipping down on the bed just enough so his mouth is perfectly aligned with your glistening pussy.

He slides his tongue in, circling your clit slowly. “Mine, all mine,” he rasps before continuing to tease your sensitive pussy.

“Evan, please,” you beg helplessly. “I need to come, please.” 

“You’ll come, baby, trust me,” he promises, lifting his head up from your dripping wet cunt. “But not before you tell me whose pussy this is.” He whispers into your ear, sliding his fingers back into your pussy.

He’s never said that before, but you don’t care; all you can feel is yourself getting closer, just from his fingers and tongue alone. You begin to push yourself on his fingers, trying to get off faster, needing more. 

You’re so lost in arousal that you completely forgot to respond to Evan's command, but he doesn’t forget. 

“Spread your legs and answer my question, or you won’t be finishing at all tonight.” He orders, pulling your legs apart and licking around, but not yet in your soaking cunt. 

You spread your legs further than before, exposing your wet pussy to him. You lift your head and see a possessive glint in his eyes, an edge to his expression. This makes you impossibly wetter, and you plead for Evan to let you come.

“Evan,” you whine, your hands reaching up to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Please, I need to come,” you beg, not knowing how much longer you can wait. 

“Shh, I know, love.” He promises again, “But you need to tell me who you belong to; I think someone’s forgotten.” 

Shivers run down your spine at his words, feeling even more turned on. “You, Evan,” you pant, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief when you feel him slide his fingers into you once again, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Me? What about me, love?”

“I belong - god.” You cut yourself off with a moan, feeling evan hit your g spot once again. 

“You belong?” he asks, grinning cockily.

“I belong to you!” You pant, noticing Evan's unoccupied hand make its way to your chest again. 

“And what about these?” He challenges you, circling his finger around the sensitive bud of your nipple, making you gasp in pleasure. 

“Yours,” you groan, your heartbeat quickening as it’s all too much. 

“That’s right, all mine,” he whispers against your breast before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, torturing the bud with his tongue, before moving onto the other nipple and repeating his actions. leaving both nipples swollen and even more sensitive than before.

He lifts his head up once more. “You’re all mine; you got that?” He asks, pushing you even closer to the edge by thrusting his fingers in, then completely removing them. Repeating this until you give him an answer.

“Y-yes!” You choke on the words, tears streaming down your face, needing to finish more than anything. 

He approves your response, and finally, finally let’s you finish. The sense of relief is overwhelming. You come with Evan's name on your lips. You know it’s not a lie; you’re Evans, and honestly, you wouldn’t want it any other way.