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This "personal matter" was actually a disguise to go pick up your impressionable friend from her ex's house. Again.

That's why you loved working for Mr. Barber. His flexibility makes you like him even more than you already do-- if that's even possible. He allows you to check out of work at any time during your shift, as long as you complete all of your tasks at the end of the day. You couldn't help but think this new-found flexibility was because of the divorce he was going through. Ever since your boss revealed the news about his and Laurie's separation, he seemed a lot more… easy. Not that you were complaining, it's benefited you more times than you'd like to admit. It's nearly impossible to imagine Mr. Barber as the strict businessman he was before. 

It almost seems as if he was glad to be out of the relationship. Was his marriage really that stressful to make him so uptight? 

You brushed off the thoughts about his and Lauries relationship. It wasn't any of your business. Despite this notion, you continued to think about it anyway. Instead of sitting and overthinking about the marriage that wasn’t even yours, you decide to make yourself useful.

You began clearing your desk to leave for your short, but well needed break from work. It didn't take long before you were standing up, ready to leave. Your eyes scanned the room double checking that you hadn't left any necessities behind. This became a habit, because you knew from experience that 2 days without headphones is absolute hell. Turning off the annoying little lamp on your desk that sounded like a literal fly, you made your way out of the room without looking back.

After the trial of Mr. Barber's son, Jacob, decided to start a law firm of his own with his friend he knew since he was a grad student. He knew he still wanted to do law, he loved it more than anything. But he just couldn't handle the stress of his job at the office. It wasn't a big building you worked in. Three stories, with an elevator that made suspicious noises whenever you weren't alone. But you loved it. It's not many of you working at the firm, about 15 or so. You were the newest addition to the company, having just got your bachelors.

A sound coming from around the corner startled you. You were almost positive you were the last one left in the building. Slowly you walked to see what the sound was. The scent of his cologne was all you needed to know it was him. Truly, you were embarrassed about the chokehold your own boss unknowingly had you in.

Instead of gawking at your boss's muscular back, you decided to greet him, like a normal, well mannered person would do. 

"Mr. Barber." you coughed out, mentally slapping yourself in the face because of the unnatural professionalism lacing your voice.

He turned around abruptly looking almost as frightened as you did a few seconds earlier.

"God, you scared me, Y/N. I thought everyone had left for the day. Why are you here so late?" He asked, relieved.

You couldn't help but feel a bit insignificant regarding the fact that he didn't remember your interaction together from earlier. He's a busy man, you told yourself. He's not going to remember every single encounter you guys have.

"I was just leaving, actually. I took the day off due to some personal trouble" you said honestly. 

"Oh yes, I remember.” Your heart warmed. “I hope everything worked out."

“Thank you sir, it did. Have a good weekend!” You noticed a shift in his posture. He wished you the same and you made your way to the elevator, feeling risky. You stepped into the confined space and pressed the ground floor. 

Stepping off the platform, you exited the building. It was dark out, unsurprisingly. You weren't too fond of the end of daylight savings time. It was that time of the year again. Cold, gloomy weather, and festive seasonal drinks. 

Walking to your car, you made a mental note to go to the store and buy decorations for the holidays. 

You put the keys into the ignition, as you'd done several times before. Except this time your car made the most menacing sputtering sound. You repeated the same actions, but you already knew what it would result in. A few weeks ago your car had started making weird noises. You meant to schedule an appointment to get it checked out by a professional, but you forgot, as you tend to do. 

"Shit." You mutter, exhausted.

Maybe God was punishing you for the lie you told your boss earlier. Well, technically it wasn't a lie, you told yourself to justify your actions. You contemplated giving up and spending the night in your dated sedan.

A knock at your window interrupts your foolish thoughts. It was Mr. Barber.

"Car trouble?" He asked knowingly. You found it odd that he knew it was something having to do with your car. It's not out of the ordinary for you to just sit in your car after a workday. Plus, it had been no more than 15 minutes since you last saw him. You brushed these thoughts off and nodded.  "Just my luck, I guess."  He chuckled. 

You'd be lying if you said this hadn't turned you on. "Do you mind if I take a look?” He questioned.

"Please do.” You were relieved that he was here. Spending the night in a freezing car didn't sound too inviting. Reaching down, you pulled the lever on your left hand side to pop the hood open. 

After a few minutes of Mr. Barber examining your car, he furrowed his brows. You were quite embarrassed, to say the least. You weren't the best automobile owner there was. The several warning symbols on your dashboard validated this.  He probably thought you were a driving hazard. You got out of your car to make sure everything was alright.

He talked some mechanical talk you didn't even bother to pretend to understand. 

You ended up in the passenger seat of his car, accepting his offer to give you a ride home. You couldn't help but feel giddy at the fact that you're sitting in your hot boss’s car.

The two of you sat in silence before he broke it. 

"Y'know, you should be more discreet when it comes to those dirty thoughts you think of me." 

Suddenly your breath hitches. With widened eyes you shift to look at him. He's staring straight ahead. 

"I don't understand." You say, trying to sound as oblivious as possible. This was a stupid thing to do, considering the fact he could read you so well.

His eyes finally met yours. You noticed his bright blue eyes were now dark and cloudy.

"Don't be coy. You're a smart girl, Y/N. I know you are." He murmured, grasping your chin to make you look into his intimidating gaze. "Surely you can recall eyeing me up and down whenever I pass your desk?" He continued.

You were in absolute awe. Were you really that easy to see through? You shifted your gaze to your feet and started fidgeting with your hands. 

"No, no, no, none of that, Y/N." He diverted your gaze back to his, harsher this time. "Tell me how I make you feel. I need you to answer me honestly." 

Never in your life would you have imagined this happening. Your own boss is making you tell him how lustful he makes you feel. More than anything, you want to lock yourself in a room and never come out. Besides wanting him to fuck you into oblivion, of course.

After running through multiple scenarios about how this could go, you finally decided on a simple "Horny. You make me horny." He seemed satisfied with your answer.

"Hmmm… And what are we gonna do about that?” He muttered, speaking more to himself rather than you.

It felt as if all the blood in your body rushed to your core. All you could think about was him absolutely destroying you in the backseat of his car. You wanted that so bad. 

The desire for his cock was too strong to ignore, so you swiftly made your way onto his lap, straddling him. This took him by surprise, judging by the shocked look on his face.

He quickly recovered and his hands made their way to your ass, squeezing it.

"Please, I need you, Mr. Barber.” You whimpered, needily, after building up courage.

“What do you need baby?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“I need you to fuck me.” You sounded absolutely pathetic, but for some reason you knew that if you hadn’t gotten straight to the point he would’ve left you a whiny, horny mess.

Before you could give it more thought, his lips were on yours. Immediately, you opened your mouth for his tongue to enter. The kiss was hot and messy. Your hands roamed everywhere; to his back, his hair, his face.

He continued to knead flesh on your ass, and kiss you, simultaneously. He suddenly broke the kiss. Before you got the chance to complain about it, he attached his lips onto your neck, sucking and biting it. At this point you’re a hot, moaning mess. He continued to suck ferociously on your neck, going lower and lower. 

“Take it off” he instructs, referring to the blouse you’re wearing. You obey, tossing it in the back seat. The pulsing in your core is becoming impossible to ignore, and he notices this too. You begin to grind on his thigh, using it to your advantage. 

“That's right, use it. Fucking use it.” He encourages you, murmuring against your neck. He begins to bounce his leg up and down, making your moans impossible to contain. You’re getting close. You can feel it. With this, you pick up the pace, and grind into his thigh harsher, and faster chasing your orgasm “Fuck Andy,” You moan. 

Coming with a loud moan, you slump onto his shoulder, exhausted. 

“Good girl” he praises, stroking your head. The two of you stay like that for a little while, catching your breath. It's not long before Andy instructs you to undress and get in the back seat with your legs spread apart. You do as he says, and sit there, waiting patiently. 

Now, being fully naked in the back of your boss’s car, you’re actually quite grateful for the end of daylight savings time. 

He soon joins you, and makes his way between your thighs. “You’re dripping wet, Y/N”  he says matter-of-factly. He places a single kiss to heat, sending you over the edge. He starts licking and sucking your clit, making you a hot, moaning mess again.

You’re still sensitive from earlier, this making you writhe, and squirm. He holds you in place by hooking his left hand around your thigh, while the other is massaging your ass.

His gaze is fixated on you, eyes clouded with lust and desire. Still eating you out, he thrusts two fingers into you making you yelp in surprise. You clamp your thighs around his head due to the sharp movement. He continues curling his finger and pumping his fingers in and out of you, gradually increasing speed. This action, along with the sensation of him suckling your sensitive clit causes you to harshy pull at his dark brown locs. 

He releases a guttural groan, and digs his nails deeper into the flesh of your thigh.

He moved his fingers faster seeing as you were close. You pant and moan under his touch, grinding your hips into his face to get even more friction against your swollen pussy.

Before you have the chance to come for the second time that night, he pulls away, and removes his fingers from your sopping cunt. You furrow your brows in confusion. You want to say something, but him abruptly shoving his fingers in your mouth prevents you from doing so. 

“Suck” he orders. You do as you’re told, licking and lapping up your juices from his digits. He removes his fingers with a pop.

“Why-” before you could let out another word, his hardened cock was inside of you. “Fu-uuu-ck” You say, stretching out the syllables. The stretch is phenomenal. You already knew that he was the biggest you’d ever taken by far, though you hadn’t seen it yet. 

Andy lets out a deep groan and tilts his head back, reacting to the heavenly sensation you were giving him. The two of you stay like that for a while, getting used to the feeling of each other’s bodies. You squeeze his bicep as an indicator for him to start moving. 

He begins to thrust in and out of you, looking down at you. You shut your eyes from the overwhelming feeling. He picks up his pace, and snaps his hips into yours. The sounds coming out of your mouth were tremendously obscene. You didn't know that you were capable of making such noises until right now. You moan his name repeatedly, like a plea.

Your pornographic moans boost his ego, making him thrust even faster. His thumb makes his way over to your overly-sensitive clit and begins to rub it in harsh circles. You writhe under his touch feeling over-stimulated.

“P-Please Andy, it’s too mu-uch” you whine, struggling to speak. A single tear escapes your eye when he slaps your cheek harshly.

“Shut up and take this dick” Andy says vulgarly. All the blood left your body, and with it your feminist beliefs. You grew shamefully wet at his filthy words. 

He abruptly turned you over so you were in the doggystyle position. His cock fell out of you for a moment, but he was back thrusting into you once again at an abnormal speed. Both of your moans grew exceptionally louder. This new position allows him to hit the deepest parts of your cervix. 

He roughly presses your cheek into the fabric of the car seat, holding you like that as he fucks you senseless. You didn't even notice he had taken off his shirt until you feel the sweaty skin of his chest against your back. He leans closer into you, lips almost touching your ear as he lowly murmurs “How good do I make you feel? Hmm? Tell me how good it feels to have my cock pounding into this pretty little pussy of yours.”

Your body tenses at the lewd words coming out of his mouth. “S-So good, sir” You say pathetically. 

“Fuuuck” Andy moans at the word choice you used. You were feeling too much pleasure and bliss to even notice. You feel him push your cheek even further into the seat, causing your eyes to tear up. 

“You’re taking me so fucking well” He pants, encouraging you. The slapping of sweaty skin mixed with loud moans of yours and Andy’s is bringing you closer and closer to release. 

“Shit, Andy, i’m-i’m gonna come” you say, the pitch in your voice at the highest it's ever been. You feel his breath on your neck as he leans closer to you and softly mumbles “Yeah? You’re gonna come on my cock?” His words along with the thrusting of his dick into your cunt send you into oblivion, shaking uncontrollably.

The sight of you coming, and screaming his name made Andy thrust into you harder, and faster chasing his own orgasm. He moans, and you feel him twitch inside of you, releasing his hot seed into your abused pussy. Andy stills for a moment before he removes himself from you. 

You, sitting there all sweaty in your fucked out state was Andy’s new favorite sight. He could get used to this, he thought. All it required was removing your car battery, afterall. 

You’d think as proper he has to be for work, he’d know how to handle adult interaction, even in the slightest. Sadly, this is not the case. 

Meeting him was anything but modest. You were spending your New Years Eve at a bar, and he was sitting at the end of it. His lingering gaze didn’t go unnoticed, more than likely on purpose now that he’s told you about his abilities.

He would look at you, you would look at him, he would turn away. This unquestionably pissed you off, because all you really wanted was someone to spend the night with. Though he was obviously a blind man, you still had your suspicions. Some guy, prominently high off his rocks, maked his way towards you schemingly, with lustful intent. 

Your intuition about the man across the bar was correct, him making sure the drunk pissed off somewhere. Sparing some details, you ended up in his bed, fucked-out and delirious. You couldn’t have ended the year better.

Since then, the two of you have come to a compromise. 

Every Friday, you two would see each other. In the slightest, this boosted your ego. He was undeniably attractive, so for him to go out of his way and make time for you every Friday makes you feel some type of way. 

But then again, there were 6 other days in the week. At the beginning, he clarified that he didn’t want a relationship, which you were fine with. University is your top priority, and has been for the past 3 years.

More than once, he’s stumbled into your apartment on a Friday night, unhinged, and bloodied up. This was one of those nights.

It was nearing 1 am when three loud knocks jolted your half asleep body awake. You were almost embarrassed by the fact that you were staying up waiting for him. More so of how quickly you got up to unlock your front door.

Though you two never had specified a time, Matt routinely showed up at your door no later than 9pm on Friday nights, so you were surprised he even came this time around.

After unlocking the two deadbolts on your door, you opened it, revealing a beaten Matt Murdock. Though you’ve been in this scenario a numerous amount of times, you never fail to gasp and dramatically slap a hand over your mouth. 

“What the fuck happened?” you ask, though it’s blatantly clear. A deep chuckle escapes from his vocal chords, acting like isn’t covered in blood and cuts. He makes his way to your bathroom for you to patch him up, as you’ve done too many times over.

Recollection of what happened the first time he came to your apartment like this floods back to you, making you sure to wipe the smeared blood off your front door. 

You grab the first aid kit, and walk over to your small, crowded bathroom. He’s already shirtless, sitting down on the closed toilet seat. You wash your hands and pop open the kit, reaching for the rubbing alcohol and cotton rounds. 

He’s leaned back with his eyes closed. Why he never fails to keep his calm during all of this is something that you’ll never understand. You start to wonder if this is part of his daily night routine.

Pouring a generous amount of antiseptic on the cotton rounds, you start with the diagonal cut nearing his hairline. He inhales a sharp breath, but doesn’t flinch. By the time you’re done with his face, you’ve used 6 cotton rounds, all having streaks of red across their once white surface.

Almost forgetting why he was shirtless, you glance down to the side of his abdomen, where a sizable gash is present. Squatting down to eye level, you examine it. 

“Shit, Matt.” you mutter close to silently, but loud enough for him to make out the words.

It’s not deep enough to need stitches, thankfully. You splash a copious amount of rubbing alcohol on the wound, this time enough to make him tremble. He lets out a deep grunt and you mutter a “sorry”, though you’re the one doing him a favor. You cover the cut with much more gauze than necessary, and he thanks you. 

Seeing his state, you’re not quite sure of where the night is going. Surely he’s not in the right condition to blow your back out. You clean up the scattered pieces of cotton, while he goes to the kitchen and pours himself a drink.

After washing your hands for a second time, you make your way over to where he’s standing. He’s gazing outside the window, drink in hand. New York City can be beautiful sometimes. Disregarding the profuse amount of rodents and crime of course. 

Being there with him, listening to him breathing, and looking down at the city that’s home to millions is therapeutic in a way. Though you’ve lived in the same apartment complex all this time, you’ve never taken this much time to admire the view outside of your window.

You can see that his gaze is on you through the reflection of the window. Though you know he can’t see jack-shit, your heart rate increases with his stare. 

‘’Why do you get nervous when I can’t even see you?” he asks, smugness lacing his voice. You turn to face him and roll your eyes. “I don’t know Murdock. Maybe it’s the fact that you can sense everything that I feel?”

He places his glass on the windowsill “So you don’t like how I know exactly what you want? Exactly how you want me to fuck that needy cunt of yours?”

His words are like a cue for you to clench around nothing. Shit, for all you know he probably picked up on that too. 

As much as you want to deny what he’s saying, you can’t. He knows precisely what you want, and how you’re feeling. Your absolute need for him is something neither of you can ignore. You decide to stay silent, which pretty much answers his filthy question.

He makes his way closer to you, increasing your heart rate even more. His strong hand slowly inches up your right arm, trailing to your shoulder, then finally coming to a stop at the base of your neck. 

With a firm but lightweight grip on your throat, he tilts your head back, forcing you to look up at him. At this point, you’re not breathing. Not because you’re unable to, but because when you’re in his presence your senses are jumbled. It’s pitiful honestly, as if your mind and body are in combat.

“Well?” he asks, referring to his earlier question. What a tease. He knows the answer damn well, but he just has to go out of his way and make you admit it. 

There's no reason to avoid it anymore. “No,” you say with a shaky breath “I love it.” 

Before you get the chance to internally cringe at your patheticness, his lips lock on yours.

He hoists you up against his defined torso, and instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist. He kisses you feverishly, like he’s been waiting his entire life to do so. You can taste the whiskey fresh on his tongue, which darkens the mood even more. 

Before you realized it, you were in your bedroom, having no recollection of how you got there. He breaks the kiss by throwing you onto your bed, as if you weigh nothing. You look up at him submissively, waiting for him to make the next move.

“Wait,” You say breathlessly, somehow forgetting about the multiple injuries he has. “I won’t break you, will I?” 

Matt smirks darkly. “Are you sure I won’t break you?” 

Placing his knee between your thighs, he leans down and kisses you once more, sucking and biting your lower lip. You can’t hold back the stifled moan that comes out of your mouth as he does so. He places a hand on your neck, sneaking the other up your oversized t-shirt. 

His cold, calloused hands cause you to squirm with his touch, but they also offer you a sense of familiarity and comfort. You let out a shaky breath when you feel his large hand come in contact with your breast, squeezing the plush skin. 

You wrap your legs around his torso pulling him even closer to you, the sudden lust and desire for him hitting you like a truck. Your hands find their way to his scarred back, feeling and savoring the feeling of it. He strays away from your lips, moving to the side of your mouth, suckling and nipping at the soft skin. 

Your back arches up into him as he tweaks your right nipple between his forefinger and thumb. His low chuckle reverates against the thin skin of your jawline and neck as he sloppily peppers it with kisses.

Matt removes your shirt from your body and throws it across your bedroom. Wasting no time, he attacks the bare skin of your chest, acting like he can’t tolerate seeing a square inch of your skin not covered in his mark. He latches his lips to the valley between your breasts, trailing hot, feverish kisses along the supple skin.

As you feel his teeth bite down on the sensitive flesh of your nipple, you let out a mewl, and grab a handful of his hair.

“You like that, hmm?” he murmurs into your skin. It was only until you let out a breathless ‘yes’ was it when you realized how much he enjoys seeing you squirm. You don't mind the biting or teasing Matt does, in fact, you may actually like it too. It’s just that if you had realized it sooner, you'd've used it to your full potential.

“Matt, please” you whine, indicating the fact that you need to feel more, as if he can’t already tell by instinct. “Mmph?” he questions, knowing exactly what you want.

“I need you, lower” you add on, knowing that your first statement wouldn’t satisfy his sadistic needs nearly enough. 

Before reaching down, he takes his fingers into your mouth, coating them with an abundant amount of saliva. You find that it’s an unnecessary extra step, taking the wetness between your legs into consideration. When his fingers reach under the thin fabric of your panties, you lose your breath and train of thought for what seems like the 100th time tonight.  

Arousal pools between your legs as you feel his fingers come in contact with your slick folds. Teasingly, he rubs slow circles against your already swollen clit. The slowness of it all is driving you crazy. More than anything you want him buried deep inside you, but you know you have to endure more of his borderline tortuous teasing before that happens.

You buck your hips into his fingers as an attempt to feel something, only for him to firmly press his other hand down on your pelvis, restricting your movement. Shutting your eyes is the only thing you can do at this point, seeing how this isn’t going anywhere.

Practically like he’s reading your mind, he takes off your underwear, discarding it immediately. He lowers himself down so he’s level with your soaking cunt, and spreads your legs for better access. Throwing them over his shoulders, he starts caressing your inner thigh with expertise and care, obviously having done this before.

His every movement he makes causes you to shiver with anticipation, unaware of what he’s going to do next. Matt moves from your left thigh to your right, treating it with the same amount of thirst and hunger. You let out a high-pitched moan-- more like a squeak, as he licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy relishing in the sweet taste of it.

“Fuck, you always taste so good.” He moans, making you grow impossibly wet. This sends blood rushing straight to your already slick core. Never have you met someone who’s made you get this wet with a single statement. All you can do is let out an “mmh”, and run your fingers through his dark disheveled hair, too blissed out to do or say anything more. 

Greedily, he eats you out, your clit growing with sensitivity by each passing second. Matt inserting two fingers into you almost sends you completely over the edge, having to bite down on your lower lip to distract you from the heavenly sensations you’re feeling between your thighs. 

Obscene squelching sounds follow every slight movement he makes with his fingers as he slowly pumps them in and out of your sopping hole. He uses his fingers with the same amount of demand and expertise as he does his tongue, sending you into overdrive. 

Trying to get the most sounds as he possibly can out of you, he focuses on your clit using acute suction. There isn’t anything he loves more than hearing your sweet moans; ultimately, it’s like music to his ears. Though Matt can tell how good he makes you feel by the precise arch of your back, or the slight tremble you get in your legs when you’re about to cum, he’s decided that hearing you is exceptionally better. You expressing how you feel vocally offers him a high he can’t get anywhere else.

His fingers curl upward as he thrusts them in and out of you, hitting your neediest spots. The wetness in your core grows more with every lick of his tongue, messily progressing towards your inner thighs and the sheets below you. 

Your moans grow in pitch and in length as you approach orgasm. Matt takes this as encouragement and moves faster, flicking his tongue with precision. Taking his free hand, he roams it around your bare skin feeling and massaging each and every area he can reach.

He rubs slow, concentrated circles into your hip area, making you shiver with anticipation and excitement. Trailing his hand up your stomach, he stops at your breast, giving it a firm squeeze.  Tears pool in your eyes and waves of pleasure course through your body as he moves.

You clamp your legs around his head out of reflex, the orgasm being much too powerful. Your entire body tenses as you cry out, euphoria engulfing every one of your senses. He hums with content before he removes himself from between your legs and comes up to kiss you. 

Shamefully, lust grows in the pit of your stomach as you taste yourself on him, having just satisfied the desire. You kiss him back with the same amount of longing, if not more. Breaking the kiss, you plant kisses along his chiseled jawline, his stubble tickling you in the process. You move down his neck, and across the length of his shoulders and collarbone, before making your way back up to his ear. Lightly, your lips graze the sensitive area before saying,

“Let me ride you.” 

This newfound dominance came as a shock to both him, and you, seeing as he’s always the one calling the shots. You swear you can almost see the gears turning in his head as he processes what you just said. 

Without a second more wasted, he kicks off his pants, leaving him only in boxers. He makes his way to the center of the bed, waiting for you to make the next move.

You hadn’t expected to be this nervous; shyness has never been something you’ve felt around Matt. He would always go out of his way to make you comfortable, even on the first night you two met.

Carefully, you inch your way towards him, coming to a stop between his long legs. You tug off his boxers, slow and delicately, wanting to be as seductive as you possibly can.

His hardened cock springs out of it’s confinement, causing a light gasp to exit your mouth. You take a moment to admire it; it’s leaking pre-cum, and a long vein runs along the underside of it.

“I know baby, I know.” You don’t need to look up to see the sheer smirk plastered on his face. 

Men and their love for their dicks.

Putting his egotistical reign to an end, you lick a long stripe from the base to the tip, sending jolts of electricity down his spine. A soft grunt escapes his lips as you lap up the creamy, white secretion from his tip. As you curl your slender fingers around the thick girth of his shaft, you continue using your tongue on the most sensitive part of him, swirling it around in circles. 

His hands move to your hair, fastening a tight grip on it. Little by little, you start bobbing your head up and down the length of his cock. Your muffled moans send vibrations up into his tip, adding to the extraordinary pleasure of it all.

Noticing him bucking his hips, and guiding your head with your hair, you quickly pull away from him, slowing coming to the realization that he wants to face fuck you. You come up to meet his gaze. He chuckles dryly, showing no sign of amusant whatsoever. “You nasty bi-” 

Within a second, you were on top of him, preventing him from proceeding with his derogatory sentence. Instead of speaking, he lets out a low groan from the pit of his sternum, your warm, wet heat stretching around his shaft. 

What you had envisioned was supposed to be much smoother and seductive, but things don’t always go as planned. It’s barely been a week since you last felt him, but the stretch feels much too great having only been that long. The sudden feeling of change is too much for either of you to bear, both of you requiring a moment to accustom to each other’s bodies. 

It’s only a moment before the discomfort fades. He moves his hands down to your ass, firmly squeezing it to signal he’s okay for you to move. You rock your hips up and down riding him, making sure to use your spine as well. “Fuck, Matt,”

Your hands unashamedly explore his upper-body region, feeling every inch of his bare skin. You can't help but admire the way his chest heaves up and down, needily taking in oxygen as you repeatedly bounce on his cock. His brows are furrowed, and his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat across his defined abdomen and pectorals.

His nails dig into the plush skin of your ass. Cries and fragments of his name come out broken moans as your pussy takes him perfectly. Rapidly, your legs start to wear out, which he notices immediately. Positioning his hands on your waist, he keeps you upright while meeting you halfway, rhythmically snapping his hips into yours. 

Already, it feels considerably better, seeing as he can reach the deeper parts of you. Using his thumb, he rubs harsh circles into your clit, sending ripples of delight all throughout your body. 

Getting a sudden burst of energy, you bounce up and down him, rocking your hips back and forth simultaneously. His head falls back onto his shoulders, the euphoric feeling taking over. “I’m s-so close,” you pant in between breaths, signaling to him to move faster.

“Show me how good of a girl you are and hang on a bit longer, yeah?”

Incoherent words fall out of your mouth in response. You’re not even sure of what you’re trying to say yourself, let alone Matt. You feel him deep inside you, his thick, long shaft dragging against your tight walls. His dick inside of you is a churning feeling in your gut you can’t seem to shake. 

It feels like you’re aware of everything now that you’re trying not to cum. Matt’s breath fanning against the shell of your ear is light, but also incredibly prominent, sending tingles up your spine. 

As an attempt to drown out the incredible feeling of him repeatedly plunging into you, along with the throbbing of your clit, you pull him in for a deep, sloppy kiss. It’s nothing but the taste of each other on your tongues and pure ecstasy. Still thrusting into you, he moans out a string of muffled curses into the kiss. Intently, your tongue roams around his mouth. 

Reaching an excessive speed, he bucks his hips up to meet yours over and over again, sounds of skin slapping filling up the room. “Fuuck, cum for me. Cum right on my cock.” he groans, stretching out his words.

Immediately upon saying the words, you release. Your body convulses, feeling nothing but sheer utopia in the process. You watch as his head falls back onto his shoulders, entire body tensing and untensing. Unfathomable amounts of tension melts off the both of you like honey, making everything feel sublime.

As you overcome your orgasm, you arch your back into him, closing the space between the two of your over-heated and over-stimulated bodies. Neither of you bother moving, too dazed to come back to earth just yet.

You use your tired-out thighs to raise your body off of his, them shaking wearily.  A mixed substance of both yours and his bodily fluid descends down your thigh, worsening as you move. Sighing, you plop down onto your side, back facing him. You’ll be sore at best in a few hours after your after-sex high falters. 

A heavy hand wraps around your waist, and momentarily you lay there, trying to gain enough strength to walk to the bathroom to clean yourself up. His silence makes you question if you two accidentally fucked too hard and he bled out. 

The restraints of his hand make it hard for you to face him, and when you finally do, you see him knocked out, chest rising and falling steadily. 

There's no telling if he’s actually asleep or not, because whenever you try to get up he tightens his grasp around you, almost like a reflex. Soon enough you surrender, coming to the conclusion that you won’t be getting out of his hold until he wakes.

Discomfort is prominent between your legs, but somehow being in his arms makes it seem like a sheer mishap. Sleep hits you hastily, and you doze off dreaming of him.

The bar doesn’t close until midnight, and to make matters worse, you work a closing shift, meaning you have to clean, and get everything ready for the next day. You contemplate closing up early and calling it a night, considering the fact that nobody has entered the bar for the entire evening.

There's nothing more that you can do other than sulk and wait for your well-awaited shift to end. That is until you hear the front door swing open, and with it a tall, broad shouldered man enters. 

Flinching at the unexpected sound, you knock over a glass of who the hell knows what, breaking it. You don’t know if you should be happy or upset about the fact that you finally have a customer. You curse under your breath at the additional mess you have to clean.

To your surprise, he’s already sat down, sitting at the far edge of the bar. You can't see his face clearly, thanks to the baseball cap that covers his head and the dim lighting the bar offers. You speculate about whether or not to approach him. Your intuition is telling you to back away, but at the same time you feel almost compelled toward him, almost like you’ve seen him somewhere.

Quickly, you clean up the mess you made, more than likely leaving behind a few fragments of glass. Making your way towards him, you notice that he’s fidgeting with his hands and bouncing his leg up and down repeatedly. This sends your already skeptical brain into a frenzy of suspicion.

“What can I get you?” you ask, sounding more timid than you wanted to. Given the situation, anyone would be intimidated. Slowly, he meets your gaze. Saying that he looks tired would be an understatement. He looks completely through, his dark eyes not making it any better.

“A Manhattan.” He looks preoccupied, distracted. Whatever it is, it’s definitely stressing him the fuck out. You’ve caught him gazing out the window twice already, almost as if he’s waiting for something, or someone.

His choice in drink takes you by surprise, seeing as you’ve never served the drink to anyone under 50. He doesn’t look a day over 40.

“What are you, a grandpa?” You snicker, making an effort to ease some of the awkwardness in the room. He didn’t laugh. “Do I give off that notion?” He challenges, looking up at you from under his dark lashes.

You pour the familiar ingredients into the glass and hand him his drink. He finishes it with one swig, not even bothering to savor the cocktail. 

“You do, actually. Considering you just ordered a Manhattan”

He leans back into the barstool, amusement clearly written on his face. The light shining on his face allows you to see his features a lot clearer now. His eyes are a pretty shade of blue, and a  thick beard covers the lower half of his face. Quickly, you realize where you remember the man from. It was Steve shitting Rogers.

Months ago, his face was plastered on every national news channel there was for what seemed like decades. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t sick of seeing the words “on the run” alongside his name. The enthusiasm you’ve been lacking all day comes rushing back after you make the discovery. 

He groans, observing the smirk on your face, seeing that you’ve uncovered his identity. 

“Steve Rogers” he introduces, reaching his hand out to meet yours, as you imagine he’s done many times before. “Y/N” you say, repeating the gesture. The greeting is more of a weird hand caress, rather than a handshake. 

Excitement radiates from your body, in view of the fact that you know the exact location of the so-called ‘fugitive’. 

“What makes you think I won’t expose your location right now?” you tease, pouring him another drink. There's a brief pause that interrupts the conversation, the only sound coming from the liquid he’s sloshing around in his cup. 

“You won't.” Steve says positively. Too positively. His eyes flicker back down to his glass, watching the brown liquid swirl around. You can’t decide if he actually knows this, or if he was just overly cocky.

“How can you be certain?” You provoke, leaning over the counter. His gaze shifts to the window overseeing the parking lot for the third time that night. “There isn’t anything to get out of it” He was right. The only thing you’d get is a bunch of questions from the press. 

“But also,” Steve adds, his voice barely a whisper “you don’t seem like the type.” your breath hitches, and you’re sure he notices it too, the expression on his face manifesting this. 

“Go on a drive with me?” he says nonchalantly, switching the topic. “You shouldn’t drive under the influence” you half joked. He looked sober, surprisingly. He chuckled darkly, more to himself rather than to you. “I’m fine.” You look at your phone and see that it’s past midnight.

“Let me clean up?” You’re a bit disappointed with yourself for being so easy. You didn’t know anything about the man, other than the snippets you’ve heard regarding him on television. But stupidly, at the same time, you’re curious to see where a night out with a stranger would take you. Despite your worn out state, you clean up speedily, doing your usual routine.

His car is less flashy than what you had expected. It was a black, dated Chevrolet Impala; possibly a 1967. Immediately upon entering the vehicle, he gives you those eyes. Like he wants to fuck your brains out in the back seat. Instantly, you knew where this night would be going. Unconsciously, you press your legs together tightly. You don’t even notice the act until you catch him smirking, his line of vision fixed on your bare thighs.

Before you get the chance to say anything, the loud engine roars to life, and you’re out of the parking lot, speeding down the road. You’re the only ones on the dimly lit street, which isn’t surprising taking in the fact that it's past midnight on a weekday. 

The car accelerates at an immense speed, taking you aback. Oddly, you expected Steve to be an uptight driver, being America’s golden boy and all. But he was anything but. He was driving single handedly, nearing 100 mph. 

He continues speeding down the highway, before slowing and pulling into the parking lot of what looked like some sort of business. You were too preoccupied to notice you were in an entire different part of town. 

“Steve?” you question apprehensively. Regret starts to form in your body, wishing you listened to your psyche and stayed your ass put. He picks up on your alarmed expression, and squeezes your thigh firmly leaning toward you. “Relax.” Easily, you loosen up, like his words are laced with some kind of drug. 

Making your way out of the car, you’re able to identify your surroundings more clearly. You were outside of a hotel, the business sign illuminating the dark area around it. 

“Being on the run and having a stable place to live don’t exactly go hand in hand.” He explains, taking notice of your puzzled appearance. You nod your head, unsure whether or not to laugh at this. 

He strides through the front door, you following behind him. You maneuver your way through the corridor, before approaching a door at the end of the hall.  Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a keycard and pushes open the wooden door, allowing you in first. It's a standard hotel room.  A large bed sits in the middle of the room, with nightstands on either side of it. It's tidy, and organized, pretty much everything you would expect.

Immediately upon entering, his hands snake around your waist, pulling you into him. The hardness you feel pressed up against your butt is hard to go unnoticed. “You feel what I've had to ignore all night? All the teasing you like to do.” he murmurs against your hair. Being the brat you are, you press your ass into his groin, causing a low groan to erupt from his vocal chords. 

Unexpectedly, he turns you around to face him, pulling you into a harsh, fervent kiss. The second his mouth is on yours, you open your mouth into the kiss, allowing his tongue to enter. The taste of alcohol engulfs your senses. His hands stray, making their way around your neck. This and the taste of whiskey on his tongue offer you a sense of euphoria you’ve never felt so prominently.

You tug off the thin barrier of his shirt, chucking it across the room. Almost instinctively, your hands roam across his shoulders and biceps, catering to the sudden desire to feel him up . His defined muscles are hard to ignore, making it even more difficult to hold back.

Steve guides you to the bed behind you, and roughly pushes you down. Placing his knee between your thighs, he climbs on top of you, his fingers still wrapped around your neck. Lightly, he trails kisses down your jaw and neck, his beard tickling you in the process.

You rock your hips into his knee, a light gasp escaping your lips doing so. “Filthy whore, using me to get off.” he says profanely. Snubbing his statement, you continue to grind into him, needing to feel some kind of friction, seeing as he wasn’t giving you any. 

He backs away from you, and you whimper at the loss of contact. He removes both your shirt and bra in a swift moment, barely giving you any time to react. The sudden cold air meets your nipples, hardening them. You catch Steve’s gaze lingering on your breasts before he grabs a fistful of your hair,  dragging you down onto your knees.

“Suck me off.”

Faster than you’d care to admit, you start unfastening his belt, throwing it into some corner of the room. Tugging off his jeans and boxers in one pull, his cock springs out of its confinement against his defined v-line. Doe-eyed, you gawk at his massive size. Just with a single glance you knew he was the biggest you’ve ever encountered, by far. 

Teasingly, you lick a long stripe against his cock, base to tip. He hums with gratification as you swirl your tongue around his tip, lapping up his pre-cum in one quick lick. You take his full size into your mouth --or at least as much as you can - and start bobbing your head on his dick. Steve releases a series of groans as you obediently take him into your mouth.

Steve harshly pulls on your hair, using it to guide you on his cock. He places his foot atop of the bed for stability as he face-fucks you. You feel the tip of his dick ram against the roof of your throat repeatedly as you uses you as his own personal fuck toy. “You’re doing so good for me” he praises, thrusting into your mouth at a rapid pace. Trails of tears stream down your cheeks, finding difficulty to breathe. You whimper and moan around his dick as your nose pushes into his skin with every thrust. 

The pool of wetness in your panties only grows as he fucks your face, the loud moans and grunts coming from him worsening it. Noticing your oxygen-deprived state, he guides your head away from his dick, a stringy mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum connecting your mouth and his cock.

Gratefully, you take in a much needed breath of air before he continues to fuck the living shit out of your throat. More than likely, you were going to be incapable of eating for the next 3-5 business days. 

He thrusts into you harder, and harsher than before, chasing his release. “Shit-- I’m cumming” he hiccups, head falling back onto his shoulders. You feel him tense up, before thick ropes of cum shoot into the back of your throat, which you’re sure to swallow. Slowly, he removes himself from your mouth. He grabs you by your chin to meet his face, drawing you in for a wet, sloppy kiss. 

For the second time of the night, he throws you onto the mattress, pinning you down. Steve yanks both your skirt and underwear off of you, a string of wetness pulling outward as he removes the fabric from your drenched pussy. “So damn wet” he mutters, gathering your juices on the tip of his fingers. Bringing them up to his mouth, he licks them clean, before reaching back down and entering them into your sopping cunt. A loud yelp escapes your lips, surprised by the sudden action.

Gradually, you ease into it and start rocking your hips into his fingers. “Feels so good”, you cry out. And you aren’t lying. Within the 40 seconds he’s been finger-fucking you, you can already say that this is the most pleasure you’ve ever felt. “That's right, tell me how good I make you feel” he grunts into your ear. You buck your hips up, using his fingers to the best of your advantage.

He forcefully pushes you back down onto the mattress, keeping you from riding his fingers. “Needy fucking slut” All you feel is regret as he withdraws his fingers from you. 

“Wha- Steve, i’m sorry, i won't do it again” you plead, not caring about how pathetic you sound. He maliciously laughs at your desperation before saying, “Shut the fuck up and get on all fours.” 

Without hesitation, you do what he instructs. You feel the mattress dip as he positions himself behind you, lining his groin up with your ass. He drags himself up and down your folds, gathering up your slick. In one slow thrust, he enters his full size into you, bottoming out. A breathy moan escapes from your lips as you feel him hit the top of your cervix. 

Getting used to the feeling of each other, he quickens his pace, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

“That feel good?” Steve asks, already knowing the answer. You can only let out inaudible “yes’s” the feeling of his cock ruthlessly thrusting into you overwhelming. He kneads the flesh of your ass, spreading it, mesmerised by the way your cunt takes him flawlessly. He continues to fuck you expertly, until your arms give out, making you fall face first onto the plush surface of the mattress.

He pays no mind to this and continues to fuck into you unmercifully. He groans in satisfaction, the new position allowing him to reach the deepest parts of you with more ease. “Shit, Steve, so good” you moan, your praises coming out as muffled gibberish due to your cheek being smushed into the mattress. Tears start forming in your eyes as he plows into you over and over again.

“What was that?” His hands go to your neck, forcefully pulling you up so your head is resting on his broad shoulders. “Goddamn, you f-feel so good, Steve” You whimper, your words comprehendable this time. “I know baby, I know. But you love it don't you?” he smirks. 

You can only respond with an “mhm”, as his free hand goes down to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles. Your knees give out, the sensation making you feel a high that you’ve never felt. The only thing holding you upright is the tight grip he has on your throat as your entire body gives out. This, along with the feeling of him thrusting into you rapidly causes black spots to form in your line of vision.  

“Shit, I-I’m cumming'' You moan, your entire body tensing up as you do so. All you feel is pure bliss as you cum around his dick. Your brows furrow and your mouth falls ajar, trying your best to savor the feeling. A hiss escapes his lips as your walls clench tightly around him. He releases his grip on your neck without warning, making you collapse back onto the mattress.

“Who told you that you could cum, hmm?” He spits. Before you get the chance to say anything, he flips you over to lay on your back and thrusts back into you, stretching your cunt once more. Completely unprepared for the action, your back violently arches off the bed. You can't help opening your mouth again, taken aback by the sudden movement.

Looking down at you, he gives you an apologetic smile, letting you adjust to his size. Steve thrusts into you slowly, gradually increasing pace. Soon, you’re in the same exact stage as you were 5 minutes ago.

He doesn’t show any discomfort as you claw at his toned back, surely leaving traces of blood. Instead, he rams into you, reaching a supernatural speed. At this point you’re on cloud 9. All you can do is lay there and take his dick, seeing as you’re unable to function at the moment. It seems as if everything you’ve ever learnt has gone out the window. 

Ecstasy and bliss overwhelms your senses with each thrust. You move your hand to his lower abdomen, trying to get him to slow his pace. Steve is quick to swat it away, pinning them both above your head. You shut your eyes, the feeling in the pit of your stomach becoming too much to bear.

Steve’s breathing becomes erratic and unsteady as he drags himself against your walls. “God, how are you still so damn tight?” he moans, causing the hairs on your neck to stand up. You release a breathy moan in response, too impotent to say anything else. 

Getting the strength to move, you wrap your legs around his torso, pulling him closer to you. The angle he’s hitting you in is absolutely perfect. Steve manages to hit your g-spot even deeper than he was before. You’re both getting close, and quickly. His mouth goes to your neck, biting the supple skin. More than likely, your neck was going to be bruised and covered in teeth marks within the next few hours. 

“Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?” Steve unsteadily whispers into your ear. This is enough to send you over the edge, desperately arching into him. He releases an inaudible ‘Fuck’, bucking his hips into you much harder and faster. Blood rushes to your core, slickening your already wet cunt, as you watch his face contort with pure pleasure.

Steve's brows are furrowed and his mouth hangs wide open as he looks down at your fucked-out state, admiring the way your cunt swallows him whole. Releasing a string of moans and grunts, his entire body jerks as he cums into your swollen, abused pussy.

He slows and falls next to your limp body with a heavy sigh. A moment of silence passes, both of you lay there trying to regain composure. You wince as he squeezes the tender skin of your hips and ass.“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” 

His eyes are already on yours when you glance at him. Giving him a soft smile, you reply with “Not too bad. I’ll be sore tomorrow though.”.

In the midst of drawing circles along his back and shoulders, you notice the wounds on his back are completely healed, no trace of them whatsoever. He doesn’t fail to miss your puzzled expression.

Your dad had mentioned a friend of his, who also happens to be one of your neighbors, coming to mow the grass every week or so . He seemed to be around a lot more often than weekly. You could almost swear that he was here the day before yesterday, but your delirious state made it hard to confirm. You made a mental note to never cross fade ever again.

Although you were almost positive that this mystery neighbor of yours already had completed his weekly task, you never got the chance to look at his face. Your curiosity got the best of you, and you made your way over to your window to take a look at the unnamed man.

Nothing would’ve been able to prepare you for the sight you were seeing. He was absolutely gorgeous. You were mad at yourself for being too lazy to check your window the previous times he was at your house. He was shirtless, beads of sweat running down his torso, then disappearing below the belt of his lowrise jeans. Tattoos covered his upper body and arms. It had been a total of 10 seconds and you were already thinking about him taking outside right there, on your front lawn.

The “Call me Maybe” music video by Carly Rae Jepsen undoubtedly influenced your tween years, and you couldn’t help but think about how proud your 11 year old self would be of you right now.

Looking up, he notices  your gawking and gives you an egotistical smirk. Quickly, you get away from the window, as if it would erase his memory of you sizing him up. 

You can’t help but feel a sense of familiarity towards the man. Slowly, the drunken events of your 18th birthday start coming back to you. Your father had thrown a huge party celebrating the milestone. Selfishly, he invited his rich, money hungry business comrades. One of them being no one other than Eddie Brock. You were high on some random drug your friend had given you as a gift, and he had a bit too much to drink. 

Long story short, the two of you ended up in your bathroom shoving your tongues down each other's throats. If it weren't for your father knocking at your door, interrupting your heated make-out session, you probably would've had his child running around your house right about now.

Obviously, nobody knows about the lewd events that took place that night other than the two of you. Well, at least you hope. You can’t imagine your father being very fond of his well trusted friend also being the one that ruined your standards for any other man in your life.

You hear a booming knock at your front door. Knowing it's Eddie, you run downstairs, excitement coursing through your body. You brace yourself for the awkward interaction before opening the door. 

Now he's the one sizing you up. You’re wearing little to nothing. Your attire is a white tank top, asymmetrically sitting on your upper body, due to you just waking up, and black, cheeky underwear. His gaze lingers on your hardened nipples for longer than what can be deemed as a mistake. 

Observing this, confidence surges through your body. Feeling courageous, you’re the one to break the silence. “Here to finish the job?” You ask, referring to the filthy acts that had occurred on the night of your 18th birthday.

You notice the darkness growing in his eyes as he chuckles. So he remembers. “Im here to see if you had anything to drink… And maybe catch up?”

His response excites you for two reasons. One, being that he didn’t necessarily give you a yes or no answer. Meaning, he isn’t completely closed off to the idea. Two, he wants to catch up with you, which doesn’t need a further explanation.

You step aside to let him in, trying your best to contain the giddiness you're feeling. The confidence you were feeling earlier dies as his intimidating gaze meets yours. He didn’t need to say it for you to know what he was thinking about.

“I take it your dad never found out about us?” Eddie concluded, making his way into the kitchen. 

He poured himself a glass of water from the tap. “Luckily. He would’ve had our heads on a stick.” You joked attempting to ease the awkwardness between the two of you.

“Without a doubt” He took a sip of his water. “No father would want to hear about their friend nearly being balls deep in their only daughter.” He suggestively said, with a shit eating grin on his face.

Motherfucker. Your mouth fell agape. You weren’t expecting him to be that upfront. He notices the shift in your posture. He inches impossibly close to your ear, murmuring “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me taking you right here on the kitchen counter?” You don’t respond, as you’re at a loss for words. “I bet you would. I bet you’re still as needy for my cock as you were two years ago.”

That was it. You don't even bother to stand up for yourself. You violently smash your lips against his. He kisses you back with the same amount of hunger and desire-- if not more. He bites your bottom lip, drawing blood. You moan, reacting to the painful, but also pleasurable sensation. 

You press into him even more, closing the gap between your bodies. He hoists you up onto the massive island in the middle of the kitchen, in the process knocking a bunch of objects down onto the floor. Neither of you could be bothered to see what it was that made the loud clanking sound.

The two of you continue to make out, almost animalistically. He moves his hands to your hips, kneading, and massaging the close to bare skin. You break the kiss, attaching your hot mouth to his bare neck. You move your tongue around in circles, tasting the salty sweat of his skin before biting down on it. He groans and squeezes the flesh on your hips. You press your lips against his again, resuming the kiss. You rock your hips against his groin, trying to feel some sort of friction. “Patience, love” he lowly purrs in your ear. This action alone almost makes you cum right then and there.

Eddie harshly yanks off your underwear, unashamedly inhaling it before stuffing it into the back pocket of his jeans. He massages your inner thigh slightly grazing your heat, making you shudder with anticipation. He halfway fingers you with his index finger, before pulling out. He repeats this action again again, before you whine in frustration. “Please, Eddie” you beg. You feel his light breath on you, making the hairs on your neck stand up. “I know baby, I know.” he murmurs against your ear.

Finally, he enters his full finger into you, making you cry out in pleasure. It feels so good, you can’t even imagine how superior his dick will be in comparison to his finger. He continues to pump his finger in and out of your pussy. Your walls tighten around his digit, quickly approaching orgasm. He adds a second finger, curling them, and quickening his pace. You shut your eyes savoring the moment. You knew nobody else would be able to make you feel as good as he was right now. Your pussy squeezes around him, quickly approaching orgasm.

“Are you gonna cum? Gonna cum on my fingers like the filthy bitch you are?” He asks, almost as if he can read your mind. Eagerly you nod, unable to speak. The second you nod, he pulls fingers out of you, denying you an orgasm. He tricked you, and you were furious. 

“What the fuck?” You say angrily. Your entire body jerks as he unmercifully slaps you across the face.

“You’re a needy fuckin bitch aren’t you? Can’t even handle 3 seconds without my touch.” He snaps. 

You whimper, at his words, and his thumb prys open your mouth, spitting in it. “Swallow” he orders you, and you obey, afraid to disrespect him again. 

Eddie forcefully pushes you against the countertop, and you hiss, the cold surface feeling unpleasant on your back. The sound of his belt unbuckling makes you rise up onto your elbows with anticipation . And Jesus Christ, he’s absolutely massive. Wide eyed, you stare at his cock. “You’re drooling, love.” He says with a smirk. His cockiness makes you roll your eyes as he pushes your legs further apart, making room for him to stand between them. 

His tip is leaking precum, and he teasingly rubs himself up and down your wet folds, mixing your bodily fluids together. He gathers up your slick and you want to hide your face, embarrassed of the obscene squelching noises your cunt is making. He jerks himself a few times before he pushes himself inside of you. You feel him hitting the top of your cervix before he even bottoms out. The two of you moan as he pushes his entire length into your wetness. 

Soft moans spill from your lips as he rocks his hips against yours. He kneads and massages your breasts over the thin material of your shirt, twisting and pinching the buds of your nipples simultaneously. Your tits fit in the palms of his hands perfectly; like they were made for him, and him only.

He speeds up his pace, hitting your cervix at a dangerously fast rate. You look up at Eddie, his mouth is agape, eyes fixated on where your bodies are connected. Without knowledge, you were making an imprint on his mind, his body, and his soul. 

No matter how hard he tries, he never would be able to forget the feeling of your pussy enveloping his dick, seeing as you're a perfect fit. He groans with pleasure as you dig your nails into his bicep, creating deep, crescent shaped marks all over his tattooed flesh. 

You yelp at the sudden movement of him tugging your at ankles, drawing your body closer to him. He pulls your shirt off, lips immediately attaching to your nipples. “Shit” You curse loudly, moaning at the heavenly sensation.

The aching in your pussy, along with the feeling of him biting and caressing your skin becomes too put for you to bear, you tug at his hair, pulling his face close to yours. Leaning down, you feel his hot, rugged breath on your face. 

Wrapping your legs around his torso you pull him impossibly close to you. This allows him to hit the deepest parts of you, your g-spot in particular. The incredible feeling makes you bury your face into his shoulder, muffling your loud cries. 

“Uh-uh, let me hear those beautiful moans of yours” He says, pulling away. Eddie’s face contorts in pleasure at the feeling of your sopping cunt squeezing, milking his dick. The look of pure bliss takes over your features as he buries himself deep inside of you.

It gets harder to breathe as his calloused hands attach around your neck, squeezing the sides. It isn’t enough to make you pass out, but it definitely is there. Letting out a long string of moans, you release, feeling as if the life was knocked out of you. The feeling of you squeezing around him causes a loud groan to erupt from the depths of his throat. 

Your moans and cries mixed together, along with the sound of wet skin fill the room, making you feel the need to cum once again.

“I’ve been...dreaming..of this...moment...since you turned 18...” Eddie admits in between thrusts. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, unwillingly, as you have no control over your actions. His dark confession goes through one ear, and out the other. You're too far gone, hypnotized by the phenomenal pleasure he’s giving you.

He adds more pressure to your neck before continuing, “..but that fucking...shit of a father of yours..just had to come and ruin it.” he pants, hitting that sweet part of yours over and over again. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.. so good” you whimper, disregarding what he had just told you. The praises leaving your mouth sends blood rushing straight to his cock, hardening it even more. “That's right, tell me how good I make you feel, tell me how much you love being fucked like the stupid whore you are.” He groans.

Struggling to speak, incoherent words come out of your mouth, sounding like gibberish . You’re absolutely dumb on his cock. Your brain turns to mush as he ruthlessly pounds into you. His gaze is fixated on the sight of your tits bouncing up and down rhythmically. Admiring the view, he feels himself getting closer to release.

Eddie speeds up, chasing both of your orgasms. Back arching off of the now warm countertop, you cum. All the muscles in your body tense up as you cry his name out in low, almost melodramatic whimpers. Nothing could ever beat the euphoric pleasure he's giving you right now. His breathing turns erratic as he watches your form tighten under his touch. 

Brows furrowed, Eddie fucks your limp, tired body, seeking release. His head falls back onto his shoulders as he cums, releasing a loud moan. You feel him shudder inside of you, thick, warm ropes of fluid following shortly after. He slumps onto you, breathing heavily.

Never in your life have you felt so worn out, you already feel soreness developing between your legs. 

“What the shit” You mutter under your breath, the realization of what you had just done hitting you like a truck.

He laughs at your introspection, pulling out. He peppers kisses across your bruised neck.