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reds-sin-city · 1 year

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— overdressed

C H A R A C T E R S - Snake Eyes & Tommy Arashikage x Fem! Reader

T Y P E - fluff, smut

W O R D C O U N T - 0.9 k

S U M M A R Y - The boys fall in love with you all over again when they see you dressed up for a wedding.

S T O R Y W A R N I N G S - smut, smut, smut!!! petnames || established relationship || double penetration || spit || hickeys || crying || begging || ruined makeup ||

In all honesty, the boys didn’t want to go to this wedding. It was a wedding for a childhood friend of yours your other friends were dragging you to, but of course, you couldn’t miss an event to get all dressed up and show off both of your handsome boyfriends.

In honor of your black and gold dress, both men wore simple black suits with gold jewelry and embellishments, from gold chains to gold cufflinks - they were certain they might even look better than the groom. They both opted for black ties, standing next to each other in the full length mirror to tie it, and then both chose a gold collar pin and bar, Snake Eyes choosing a snake-like serpent pattern while Tommy opted for the Arashikage family crest.

To add a bit of extra flare to his own look, Snake Eyes adds a brooch to the pocket, the rubies adding a pop of color on his chest.

“Shit, should I add rubies?” Tommy panics, fixing his tie before looking through his jewelry.

“No, rubies are my thing,” Snake Eyes explains, brushing his chest before turning to Tommy. “Go with onyx or black jasper.”

He huffed softly, deciding on an amethyst brooch and pinning it to his breast pocket. “There it is.”

They turn around when they hear a knock, the slow opening of the door making them peak through the opening. “I was making sure the both of you were ready,” you giggle, stroking your hair self consciously before sighing. “I’m not overdressed, right?”

You ask this before you could see their faces, the way they stared at you in admiration with a smile on their faces. They truly didn’t know how they ended up with someone as damn beautiful as you. “No, sweetheart, you look so beautiful.”

Tommy kissed your cheek as Snake Eyes pressed a firm kiss to your temple, smiling. This was the first time the three of you were going out together, not divided like you normally would, and damn did all of you look great. You were overdressed, but it didn’t matter to them because they knew damn well that you truly were going to be the most beautiful girl in the room.

“I’m nervous,” you whisper, giggling as they press kisses to your neck on opposite sides. “I don’t want to seem like I’m trying to steal the spotlight.”

Tommy laughs, the husky sound and his hot breath fanning against your skin making a shiver run down your back. “You would steal the spotlight if you walked in wearing a costume for Halloween. Trust me, you’re too beautiful to go unnoticed.”

Snake groans, rolling his eyes as he leans closer into you. “Why the hell is he so fucking poetic?”

You laughed, pulling both of them closer to you with a sigh. “I love you both so much.”

Snake’s hand rubs up and down your back, teasing the zipper that started on your lower spine as he nibbles against your skin. “You’re so beautiful. We should be late to the party,” he suggests teasingly, laughing as you tilt your head back with a soft groan. “Fuck and then you go looking all ravished and hot as hell.”

Tommy groaned, pressing against you and started to tug at the straps of your dress as you whimpered. “No marks, please.”

“If you’re sure,” he whispers, pausing as you nod. “I love you.”

You smiled in response, kissing Tommy’s head. “I love you too.”

“I love you too!” Snake says quickly, grinning as Tommy rolls his eyes.

You weren’t going to be able to go to the wedding. You could barely walk as a result of both Tommy and Snake Eyes having their fun, even though they were both far from done.

Their mouths pressed hot kisses to your skin, their tongues dancing against your collarbone, desperately trying to cover your body in them. “We’re not still going to that wedding, right? It’d be so much better to just stay here, right baby?” Snake Eyes whispers into your ear, rutting his hips against your ass as your eyes rolled back.

The two of them inside of you had completely made you forget about the wedding, from their cocks double penetrating you to Tommy wiping away your drippy makeup. “We can stay, we’ll stay,” you whimper, groaning as Tommy’s lips press against your throat and suck on your skin, biting and licking. “T-Tommy!”

“You said we’re staying. We’re not leaving, which means no one will see your hickey littered form,” he grins, leaning up to kiss your lips as his hips roll into a steady pace that makes his cock drag along your walls in the most beautiful way he could’ve ever imagined. You whimper as he slides his tongue into your mouth, a groan leaving his mouth as the rocking of his body makes you ride Snake Eye’s cock. “My real name, baby, please. Need to hear you beg for me.”

You couldn’t help but sob at the pleasure the two men were causing you, your two men. They were both yours and you were theirs, and it showed as they fucked you like there was no tomorrow; thrusting their hips, kissing your neck, leaving hickies all over you to show you were theirs.

Tommy whimpers as you moan his name, Snake Eyes nibbling on your shoulder in neediness. “My name too, doll, don’t be shy. The neighbors already know our names, re-educate them.”

Your tongue goes numb from his words, the pleasure overwhelming as his fingers rub roughly against your clit.

“Oh sweetheart, you treat me so well, but I need you to start screaming my name and teach our neighbors our names again.”

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— sex positive

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟗 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!!! 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 || 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 || 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 || 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 || 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 || 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 || 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 || 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 || 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬 || 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 || 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 || 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬 || 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ||

The troubles you went through with having a significant other twice your size weren’t truly troubles, just slight annoyances. Like, how could someone be that fucking big? It really shouldn’t be possible.

“What’s your pretty little mind thinking?” The redhead’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, because as much as he loved that little pout that settles when you get into deep thought, it was not something he wanted to see after bench pressing.

You had joined him at the gym today, much to his pleasure and your dismay as you wanted to sleep in, but you liked seeing that toothy grin on his face when he looked at you after bench pressing almost six hundred pounds in his hardened form. He ducks under the bar, sitting up and taking the white towel around his neck and wiping his sweat.

“You literally have no need to be that fucking big.”

He chokes on his water, clearing his throat repeatedly as you process how that sounded. “Not like that! Fuck, Eiji, not like that!” You groaned, rubbing your face as he rubs his neck sheepishly. “I meant, physically. Size wise.”

He continues to look at you with a confused face, raising a brow as you see him slowly stretch, walking towards you to kiss your cheek softly. “I’m giant because I love having your body all against mine.”

You blushed madly as he pressed kisses to your temple, moving down to your cheek before sighing against your skin. “There’s just something about having your body convulse when I try to even put half my length inside of you.”

You squealed as he laughed into your ear, standing up straight as he kissed your forehead. “Eijirou!”

“What? You’re just embarrassed, remember, the key to a good sex life is to be sex positive no matter what! Besides, it’s manly and womanly to be sex positive. Everyone loves sex.”

“Sex is not a conversation topic I want to have in front of everyone!” You say in embarrassment, a little too loud and gaining the attention of some around you.

“Oh, calm down doll,” he charms, leaning back to crack his spine as he groans. “I’m going to go take a shower. You should wait for me in the lobby, y’know, unless you want to join me.” He winks at you as you shove him, shaking your head.

“I’m going in the shower!”

He laughs as you run off, quickly taking a shower in one of the private stalls you and Eijirou got with your membership, fixing the plug buried deep inside your pussy, before waiting in the lobby. You bounce on the balls of your feet impatiently, desperate to get home and cuddle with your oversized teddy bear of a boyfriend before someone stands behind you, way too close to your liking.

You snap around, eyes narrowing at the man you’ve never seen before being so close to you. “Can I help you?”

“Is that red head your boyfriend or your boyfriend?”

You scoffed, stepping back as he tried to get closer. “Fiancé, actually.”

“Ah, just because there’s a ring doesn’t mean it can’t be loosened.”

“And just because you have a brain doesn’t mean you use it,” Kirishima says, coming behind you with a strong hand on your back. He towers over both you and the man in front of you, bending down to make eye contact with him. “Now get away from her.”

You wrap your arm around your fiancé’s, guiding him out the door to your car. “That was so stupid,” you whisper, leaning against the car door as he holds your hips.

“Are you alright?”

You look up, confused as he looks at you with worry, large hands palming your hips in comfort. “Yes, I’m okay. Nothing happened, Eiji, I knew you’d come to my rescue.”

He shakes his head, brushing your hair back with a shaky hand. “He was too close to you.”

You smile, leaning up to kiss his lips softly as he sighs, holding your head with a hand as big as your skull. “He was way too close to me,” you agree, seeing anger spark in his vermillion eyes. “Didn't feel safe. Need you to make me feel safe again.”

He starts to smile as you brush your fingers through his hair, bending down before pressing his lips softly on yours. “If I could, I would make you feel safe in this car. I can’t fuck you right in there, though.”

Kirishima always liked it when he saw that bulge in the lower area of your stomach. Your legs were shaking as you tried to take every inch, and even from the first half of his cock you had already cummed at least twice. Your stomach was twisting, his cock barely pushing softly and slowly into you as though he’d break you.

Your pretty cunt was tight around him, warm and convulsing around him that made it hard to keep himself under control. He was hissing into your ear, whimpering in desperation as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You dig your nails into his back, dragging down his spine with a scream as he massaged your skin.

“It’s okay honey, you’re almost there. I promise, we’re almost there doll,” he soothes, tears pricking at your eyes.

You knew damn well you weren’t almost there. His cock wasn’t even close to being fully inside you, and you were so damn desperate for it. Your eyes roll back as the rolling of his hips slowly speeds up as his kisses get firmer against your neck to leave light bruises, the pleasure in the pain quickly distracting you.

“Please please, hurry!” You whined, finding a good spot to dig your nails into his skin as you throw your head back.

He loved feeling you around him, but he also knew he had to go gentle or he really would break you. Your spongy walls convulse every time your breath stutters, the plush feeling making it hard for him not to cum right then and there. He was obsessed with that bulge on your lower stomach, it made his mind wonder what it would be like if he came inside of you and made it bigger.

He moves one of his hands from your hip to your tummy, slowly pushing down and making a sob fall from your lips as he bottoms out in one thrust. It was as though you were lost in the feeling of pleasure, tears running down your cheeks as he thrusted mercilessly.

You could feel his cock absolutely wrecking you, his tip slamming in and out of your womb. He was so fucking big, so deep inside of you that if he came inside enough, it’d look like you were nine months pregnant. “Eiji! Eiji, you’re too deep, so deep inside of me! Feel like I’m gonna break!”” You screamed out, sobbing as he grunted into your ear, looking over your shoulder to see his cock slip in and out of your pussy like a flesh light.

“I can’t help it baby, you just feel so damn good,” he groans, brushing his fingers over the bulge and watching your thighs shake from the touch against the sensitive skin. “You’re so fucking perfect baby, gonna make you round with my fucking kids. You’ll look so fucking pretty pregnant with my babies, gonna fuck you over and over to keep you fucking round for me. To see my cum bulge in your stomach.”

You screamed out at his words, as it wasn’t just him speaking, but it was a promise. His balls slapped against your ass, the loud sounds of skin against skin echoing off the walls with your screams and the bed frame slamming over and over again into the wall. Your neighbors knew by now how good Kirishima made you feel every damn night.

“Kiri, I’m close! I’m so close, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum all over your cock, please!”

He groaned loudly, grunting as he went faster, trying to catch up and chase his high with you. “Gotta cum together baby, need to watch your cum spill out around my cock.”

You sobbed, screaming out as his tip pressed into a spot you never knew you had before, a pure, toe curling orgasm flooding through your body as you screamed his name. Eijirou couldn’t stop there, though, of course he couldn’t.

He fucking needed to see what you’d look like pregnant, pregnant with his baby. He couldn’t stop, no matter how many times your cunt convulsed as you came and your sobs turned into moans that fell from your lips the entire time he fucked you. He needed to see his cum make your stomach bulge all pretty for him, he needed to know he did that to you.

When he finally stopped, he had never seen you so fucking beautiful. Your eyes rolled back with your mouth wide open, tongue lolling out with mixed gloops of saliva from his tongue and the amount of times he spit in your mouth and watched you swallow it. Drool stained the side of your mouth, all down your chin and to your throat with bright purple and pink hickies all along your upper body and bite marks from his sharp teeth littering your form. Your nipples were perked up, all hard and ready for more overstimulation, with red hand prints from his grip decorating your love handles like jewelry.

Got damn did he love it when he ravished you.

He couldn’t forget about your red thighs, hardened cum caked into your skin and your puffy lips red from his balls slapping against the skin. Your tummy though, oh he couldn’t stop staring. It was bulging, the imprint of his cock barely able to be seen anymore from the amount of cum you were filled with. With the size of a man you were with, his loads always managed to fill you up quickly, but not this much.

He was on a mission, and damn did he accomplish it.

“You okay, doll? I didn’t go overboard, right?” He whispers, pressing kisses to your cheeks as you squirmed lightly, your stomach so full you could barely see his cock still balls deep inside of you.

It wasn’t like you couldn’t feel it, though.

“Eiji, I’m so fucking full. I’ve never been so full in my life, it feels so good!” You sobbed, desperate and obsessed with both his seed and his cock. “Need more, please give me more.”

“I don’t know if any more will fit, darling,” he tried to reason but you shook your head as much as you could, pulling him down for a kiss.

“Just one more, please.”

Of course he had to listen to you. He groans as the squelching fills his ears, the wet noises more prominent than ever before from how wet and how filled you were.

He couldn’t help himself, leaning towards the nightstand and grabbing his phone to record the lewd noises. You whine as he laughs, kissing your lips to add to the wet squelching with more of your soft moans.

“Gonna make this my new ringtone, baby. Your wet pussy with the sound of our cum baby.”

Thank you to @saturnocean07 for giving this a minor… review ;)

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— late to the party

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 (𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 & 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 (𝐑𝐏)) 𝐱 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟑 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!!! 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬 || 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐦 || 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭- || 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 || 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬 || 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 || 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 || 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 || 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 || 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 || 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 || 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 || 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 || 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

Bruce had kept your adoption secret from the public. The only person who knew that everyone was related by adoption was him, Alfred, you, and your brothers: Dick Grayson and Jason Todd.

It took a lot for Bruce to decide to keep your adoption a secret, as when you first came there were people ready to end your bloodline no matter the cost - and completely prepared to kill a child to do that. In response, he did end up keeping the adoption a secret to protect you.

“Y’know, if you diluted the paint a little more, it would let the background shine through better,” Dick says as he leans against the door of your studio, arms crossed as you him in response.

“It’s supposed to be like that, thank you very much.”

“It looks pretty,” he compliments as he walks in, closing the door softly making you close your eyes.

You knew exactly where this was going, and you were fucking excited. “Oh yeah? What else looks pretty?”

He comes behind you, softly massaging your shoulders before kissing your neck softly. You inhale sharply, his fingers slipping down your collar bone to your tits that were all out in the open for him. “You. You look so fucking pretty.”

You giggled as you looked to the side, raising a brow. “Oh yeah? Are you going to appreciate this beauty?”

“Yes the fuck I am,” he groans against your lips, leaning down to kiss you resulting in a gasp. He laughs as he pulls you closer, swallowing your breath as you let your paintbrush fall to the ground. You giggle as he lifts you up, taking you to the couch as your fingers thread through his hair. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty. Even a fucking Van Gogh next to you would pale in comparison.”

“You flatter me, Dick,” you whispered as he set you down, quickly straddling your thighs as he leaned down to kiss your lips.

“You’re so fucking tempting, Y/N. You’re so fucking beautiful that I wanna feel you around me every fucking day.”

“You’re obsessed,” you mumble as he pressed kisses against your neck firmly, unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it to your ribs. “So fucking obsessed.”

“Rightfully so,” he whispers back, pulling his fingers to your shorts before looking up at you. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t, you’re always so fucking pretty and you never fucking look at me at dinner. I swear, you don’t understand how much I fucking think of you.”

You giggled as he pulled down your shorts and panties, seeing the cum staining your black lacy underwear. “Who the fuck-”

“You’re a little late to the party, big brother,” Jason says mockingly as he wipes his hands with one of your paint towels, smiling. “You underestimate the fact she’s a whore.”

You whimper, squirming as Dick scoffs against your clit, humming as he licks a string like from your clit to your sticky folds as gloops of cum drip out. “You sure had your fun,” Dick snarled, sliding his fingers into you making your eyes roll back as he slowly slid another finger into you. You arch your back as he slides his tongue into you, humming as Jason comes behind your brother.

“Her ass is all stretched and ready for you.”

“No. You’re getting her ass, I haven’t had this pussy in over a week.”

“It’s your fault for not fucking her.”

“I’ve been busy!”

“Boys,” you sigh, getting tired of Dick’s still fingers inside of you. “Just fuck me already.”

They both looked at each other, smiling. “Alright.”

Jason and Dick never knew how to fucking listen. Not when their cocks were both balls deep inside of your pussy, their large sizes both fighting their way to stay inside of your tight cunt.

“Yes! Yes, yes yes!” You chanted, hopping up and down on their cocks as Bruce watched from the studio chair, a cup of scotch in his hand as he slowly pumped his cock.

Damian was impatiently waiting his turn, desperate to be inside of you from any direction that would soon open up. But, he had to let his older brothers go first, it was something Bruce made clear when he turned twenty and was able to play with you like the rest of them did.

Jason throws his head back as Dick’s cock rubs against his as you bounce, both previous Robins so close to their release they couldn’t even think about anything else. You make eye contact with Bruce, tilting your head back for him to see your hickey littered neck and the sweat sliding down your collar bone. He clenched his jaw as Dick screams out, cumming inside of you as Jason follows soon after.

You felt too good not to cum into.

You fall forward onto Jason’s chest, whimpering as he kisses your head. “Are you doing okay?”

“Fuck me more. Please, fuck me more,” you begged like a desperate whore as they slip their cocks out of you, Jason laughing as he kissed your ear.

“You say that like we were going to stop.”

You whimper as Damian replaces where Dick once was, the oldest brother fixing himself so that he prodded his tip against your asshole as Bruce finally stood up. You straighten, perking up as he walks over and stroked your hair back. You whine as Damian slowly pushes inside of you, letting out a loud groan as Jason slipped in after. Tears prick at your eyes as Dick pushed into your ass, clenching his teeth at how tight you were.

“A-Am I doing good?” You whisper, holding back moans as Dick slowly rolls his hips. “I’m being as good as I can, daddy please, please please please let me cum.”

“Are you being good?”

You nod vigorously, whining. “I’m being a good girl, daddy, please! Please, I’m so full of cum, I know Jason and Dick put a baby in me. I’m gonna have all of your babies just like you wanted me to, please just let me cum!”

He hums softly, standing up straight. “Make me cum, and then you can.”

Your eyes roll back as Damian’s thrusts become sporadic, strong and teasing you to break your promise to Bruce as to not cum before him. You were a good girl, though, you weren’t going to let the repeated thrusts of his cock hitting your g-spot just right make you cum.

You take your hand and wrap it around Bruce’s thick cock, your hand barely going around his girth as you kiss his tip teasingly. The first two inches were bigger than all of the boys inside of you’s base, and to have this man fuck you every night truly was a blessing. He hissed as you teasingly licked his slit, gathering his precum on your tongue before tracing down the bulging vein under his cock that was pulsing in need to spill his seed all over your face.

“I don’t know how you do it, daddy,” you whisper, Bruce’s eyes going hard as you lick his tip again. “How you’ve restrained yourself from fucking me. It’s slightly disappointing.”

He growls in annoyance, you know just how to rile him up.

“I’m ready to be fucked by you. It’s a shame you’re such a masochist, restraining from fucking my pretty pussy.”

“Get out of her,” Bruce ordered, clenching his jaw. “Now!”

Damian and Jason groan in annoyance as Dick reluctantly pulls out, Bruce laying you back onto the couch and guiding his cock into your pussy. You scream out as you hold his shoulders, whining as he bottoms out from the other cocks that had stretched you out previously. He hissed as he slowly pulled out before slamming right back in, cumming as your nails run down his back.

“Fuck, you always know how to make me cum quick.”

“It’s a talent.”

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— hate you too

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟒 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!! 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞 ||

Jason Todd couldn’t have hated you more. Your pretty smile. Your stupid pretty face. You’re stupid, so stupid to make him feel like this.

He couldn’t cum without thinking of you. It had led to sleepless nights pumping his cock with one of the underwear he had stolen from one of your laundry loads. He had seen you wear it a couple of times, seeing that lace over the top peek out when you bent down to get something from the bottom shelf.

He fucking hated you.

The mornings were his time, where he’d wake up and make himself breakfast and train without anyone bothering him. You always woke up just as early as him, though, disrupting the peace he had of not thinking about you.

“Good morning, Jason.”

He jumps at your voice, your feet light from years at Haley's Circus. He mutters a good morning in response as you go around him, standing next to him as you start your morning drink. You don’t move from next to him as you start slicing off the top of strawberries you had set on the other side, cartons of blackberries and blueberries on top of the red fruit as he slowly takes a gulp of his coffee.

“Do you want some fruit?”

“No.” He did want some fruit.

“Are you sure?”

“My god, stop fucking talking,” he groans, rubbing his temples. “Mornings are supposed to be quiet.”

“So are nights,” you respond, blowing softly into your drink before taking a slight sip. “I think you forget what ‘heightened senses’ mean. Never knew a man could last more than three minutes.”

“Oh yeah? How long do I fucking last sweetheart?” He spat in embarrassment as you put the cut and rinsed fruits into a small bowl.

“Last night, your first one was about seven minutes long. Second was thirteen, and then your last was eight. I’m slightly worried that you can cum-”

“Shut. Up,” he growls as you turn, looking up to finally meet his eyes. “Now.”

“Jason, I don’t know why you started hating me in the first place when I’ve just tried to be nice,” you growl in response, glaring. “But I’m getting real fucking tired of it.”

You pushed the bowl of fruit into his hands, grabbing the other one you seemed to have hidden and your drink before grabbing the cartons of fruit and putting them back in the fridge.

Fuck, he hated the way you walked away.

“I’m not going on the mission if I’m going with that bitch.”

“Well I didn’t want to go with you, asshole!”

“It’s not my fault you can’t do one simple task!”

“Well I’m sorry if my first instinct isn’t to kill everyone I see! Making someone unconscious takes a while unlike snapping their necks,” you growl in response before Dick takes both of your shoulders and shoves you into a room.

You yelped, turning around and banging on the door. “Dick! Let us out!”

“Not until you are nice to each other! There’s games and shit in there, work it out!” He continues mumbling as he walks away, leaving you to face Jason who was absolutely fuming.

He goes around you, punching the door as hard as he could before kicking it roughly. He groans loudly as you roll your eyes, trying the door knob as he scoffs. “Really?”

“You could’ve just tried that.”

“Got dammit, you’re such a fucking priss! You literally heard him lock the door, and then you try opening it?!”

“And you tried kicking it? Really?! We’re on the inside! What would that do?!” You yell in response as he flips you off.

“There’s no fucking point in trying to twist the fucking handle!”

“And there’s no point in trying to kick it open! Why the hell do you fucking bash on my choices?!” You yell in response as he groans, shaking his head.

“And you fucking bash on mine?! What’s the difference?!”

“That you fucking hate me! I’ve never done anything to you! You fucking asshole!” You gasped as you slapped him, his face staying to the side in shock.

“Did you just… did you just slap me?”

“Yes! Yes I did.” You nod before he shoved you back, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head against the wall. “Hey, hey! Don’t touch me!”

“You slapped me!”

“You were being an asshole!”

“I hate you!” He yells back, his teeth gritting as you gape at him, tears brimming your eyes.

“I didn’t even do anything to you,” you whimpered, trying to fight his grip on your wrists while also trying to fight your tears. “I’ve never done anything to you.”

He inhaled sharply when he saw your tears, swallowing before leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours. You inhaled shakily, looking away as he tried to meet your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You whisper as he curses softly, grabbing your chin to look at him.

“Don’t be sorry,” he mumbled, sighing heavily as you closed your eyes. Tears fell as he tried to hold himself back from kissing your skin, sighing heavily. “I don’t hate you. I-I hate… I hate the way you make me feel.” Your eyes open as he growled, trying to hold back the urge to fuck you against this dresser. “I fucking hate the way you make me feel.”

“Then I hate you too, Jason Todd,” you whisper back, brushing your lips to his. “I fucking hate you too.”

He pressed his lips to yours angrily, his hand wrapping around your throat as you groaned into his mouth. His teeth graze your lips, the angry kiss evident as he tries to hold himself back. Your hands dug against his hold as his other hand trails down your side, trailing your thin shirt before slipping his fingers into your shorts. You gasped, his tongue diving into your mouth and down your throat to explore the place he had dreamed about for so long.

His fingers left heat wherever they went, his touch leaving a burning pit of want and need in your stomach. You whined as his fingers slid over your folds through your panties, the wet pool making him pull away. “You’re that wet from a fucking kiss? You’re a fucking whore.”

You whine at his words, bucking your hips into his touch as he laughed. “You want me to fuck you raw? Fuck you with just your fucking wetness as lube you little slut?”

You nod, desperate for him. He dips his fingers through the side of your underwear to trace a finger down your slit, laughing when he feels the wetness as he lands on your clit. “You’re so fucking sticky.”

“Please Jason, please.”

He hums softly, his other hand tightening around your wrists as he licks his lips. “Fine.”

Jason lost count of how many times you screamed his name. He couldn’t even remember that the two of you were locked in this room to resolve issues and it ended like this, him using your body like a sex doll and a cum dump all at once.

He had waited so long to fuck you, it was inexplicable how good you felt compared to those panties he stole. He knew how a pussy felt, but you were a fucking goddess.

He was fucking you from behind, his hand wrapped around your wrists to pin them above your head as you bite into the sheets to hold back sobs of pleasure. He fucking hated this, how fucking horny you made him feel, but at the same time he fucking loved it. Your cunt was so fucking tight around him, your walls clenching with what felt like every moan that slipped from your mouth.

His cock was stretching you so good, the initial pain of him going in without stretching you out first subsiding. This was some of the best sex you had ever had, and his tight grip around your wrists just added onto the pleasure. His tip was hitting your cervix, your eyes rolling back as you finally released the linen sheets from your bite and screamed out his name with another sob.

The pleasure was overwhelming, your hyper senses picking up almost everything from the beating of his heart to his soft groans of pleasure. He leans down, breathing against your ear as your eyes rolled back. His other hand moves to rub against your clit, his rough fingers showing no mercy to the sensitive bundle of nerves as he jackhammers into you.

Your vision blurs as he speeds up, the bed squeaking loudly as you choked when he pinched your clit. You came unexpectedly, your cunt clenching tightly around Jason which makes him scream out and cum inside of you.

When the door opens, both of you are facing a shocked Dick who stared at the two of you. “Well that’s one way to settle an argument.”

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Today was my birthday and I got the chance to fulfill my first request. I know it might not mean much to you guys, but to me it’s the biggest accomplishment of my whole blog!! I love seeing what you guys have to say about my blog and my work, thank you anon!! I hope you love it, don’t be shy to request guys!!

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Hey sin I was wondering if you could write for more peter Parker btw I love your writing great work lovely<3

— bruises & bandages

𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞!! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭 :)

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐍𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟕 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭! 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 || 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 || 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 || 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 ||

“Peter, stop messing with your IV.”

“It hurts, Y/N!” He basically whines as you flick his forehead. “Ow!”

“Stop being such a baby. Y’know, if you didn’t just run into a robbery like that and get thrown into a damn wall-”

Peter groaned. “It wasn’t my fault! Besides, I’m fine without an IV, I’ll heal on my own.”

You back away from him, crossing your arms. “Fine then. Take it out.”

His eyes widened as Bruce snorts back a laugh behind you, steadily watching your interaction with your partner. “What?”

You gesture at the IV plainly, never breaking eye contact with him. “Take. It. Out. You want to be the medical professional instead of someone who’s studied under the top doctors in the whole world? Fine then!”

Peter stays quiet, offering his arm out. “Sorry.”

You exhale deeply, stepping forward and kissing his temple softly. “I just want to take care of you, honey. Make sure you’re okay.”

He nods, leaning into you before hissing as you slowly slide out the IV cannula, settling a gauze onto it before wrapping it tightly with medical tape. “I know, sweetheart. It’s just annoying being all connected to this stuff.”

You hum, throwing away the needle into the sharp objects container and disposing of everything correctly. “Well, you should be done. Go out there and keep saving the world- hm!”

You giggle as his lips land on yours, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. His hands grip your hips, a soft groan slipping out as your fingers softly tug on his hair.

“Hey! Stop making out in the lab!” Tony yelled at the both of you, groaning as he tugged on his hair. “Death of me. Lustful children are going to be the death of me.”

Bruce laughs. “They’re not children.”

“To me they are! My daughter has her hands all over a damn arachnid!”

You giggled as you pulled away from Peter, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Go save some people, Petey.”

He grins, quickly grabbing his mask before running out of the tower. “Love you!”

“Yeah, love you too,” you giggled as he jumps out of one of the open windows, yelping before he swung onto the next building. “The death of me. This man is going to be the death of me.”

Tony scoffs, muttering. “If you would’ve listened to me, this never would’ve happened!”

You giggled, going around him before leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. “Love you dad.”

“Yeah yeah, love you too,” he mumbles as you quickly pick up the room of all the medical supplies before slipping off your gloves. “Did you eat dinner?”

“Yes,” you respond, about to exit the lab before turning. “Did you?”

He snorts as you gaze at Banner, the both of them tinkering away at… something. “Did you eat?”

“About to,” he murmurs, hissing as the trinket sparks. “Ah, shit!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, turning around. “Give me a second.”

“No food in the lab!”

“Well you need to eat!” You escape to the kitchen before he could stop you, heading a loud crash from a few stories above. You shrugged to yourself, plating the two scientists dinner before going back into the room. “Eat.”

You stab the fork into some of the chicken, holding it up to your father’s mouth making him hiss. “Y/N!”

“Eat!”

He groaned, sliding the fork into his mouth before taking it. “Fine! Fine, just go away!”

You could hear Bruce laughing, so you turn around with a raised brow. “Don’t make me do the same thing.”

Bruce scoops some of the food into his mouth, mumbling a thank you as you giggled. You walked out, grabbing a bag of your favorite snack to take up to your room. You go into the elevator, opening the bag with a loud hiss as you begin munching on them.

It was a quick move to your room, opening the door and gasping at the sight in front of you.

“Peter, what the hell?!”

He laughs lightly, his body sprawled out on your bed with bruises and cuts all over his body. He had changed into some shorts and a school shirt, his lip busted and a bruise blooming on his cheek. “I ran into a building while trying to spell ‘I love you’ with my webs.”

Your eyes widened, a laugh falling from your lips uncontrollably. “Aw, Peter!”

He blushed madly as you set down your snacks, wiping your hands on a napkin from the side of the table, putting some hand sanitizer onto your hands. “It’s not that cute, I literally slammed into a building!”

You kiss his temple, grabbing your first aid kit. “Don’t worry about it. It’s cute, it’s the effort that counts. Now, lemme fix you up.”

You did what you could, wrapping the bad cuts with medical tape and gauze and putting ointment on the minor cuts and bruises. You sigh heavily, looking at the last bandaid you had.

It was pink, the only one you had from a leftover kit you got a while ago, and it was the last one for the gash on his cheek. You stick your tongue out in concentration, slowly taking off the waxy paper before sticking it on his cheek, pressing a firm kiss to the bandaid. “All better.”

“My lip hurts,” he mumbled as you straddle him, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “Maybe you can make it feel better.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips as he pulled you closer. “Feeling better?”

“My lip? No. But me? Heck yes.”

You laughed as you leaned closer, groaning as he pulled you closer to him. You tug his head back by his hair, smiling as he lifts you from his lap to pull you closer. You’re kneeling over his thighs now, back straight as he raises to keep his lips against yours, desperate for the kisses you were giving to him.

He lets out a soft moan as you pull his hair, smiling as he tries to pull you closer. Your pelvis was pressed against his pectorals, a hiss leaving your mouth as he squeezed your ass.

You pull back, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you softly tug on his bottom pink appendage. “You got it in ya for a quickie, Parker?”

He gulped, nodding. “For you, always.”

You giggled, lifting yourself just a bit to slide off your panties and shorts. He groans, his hand going to swipe his fingers along your slit before you swat them away. “They’re wrapped, Parker. You’ll get them infected. I got it.”

He whined as you slowly pulled down his shorts, grinning as his cock slapped against his lower stomach. “You hid that from me, Parker?”

He grins back at you. “Wasn’t that hard when you were humping my chest.”

You slap his chest, a laugh rumbling from his throat before he raises his arms. He takes off his shirt, his hands moving to unclasp your bra before taking off his sweatshirt that you wore. He groans as you lean down, kissing his neck as you grab the base of his cock, pulling him into your cunt.

“Fuck honey, please. Please, need to be inside of you,” he groans out, leaning forward to kiss your ear as you whimper into his ear. “Just like that, honey, so close. So, so close.”

You were teasing him and yourself. You barely pushed his head against your pussy, a soft breath leaving your lips as he stroked your back with a sigh. “Almost there baby, just put it in.”

“You try not being fucking stretched! Your cock is like, not normal!”

He laughs as he stroked down your spine, hissing as you slowly pushed him inside of you, taking his cock raw and without lube. Your eyes rolled back as he groaned, gasping as you hopped on his cock to make him bottom out. You could feel your eyes watering, his cock flat against your plush walls as he pulled you closer.

“Gosh Y/N, you feel so good. Feel so fucking good around me,” he murmured against your lips, leaning up to give you a kiss as you rolled your hips. “Take your time, no rush sweetheart.”

You shake your head, the rolling of your hips getting faster and harder in desperateness. “No, Petey, I need it. Need you so bad,” you whisper, groaning as he kisses your jaw. “Feels so good.”

“You fuck all your patients like this? Rough and desperate?” His mouth gets dirty, like it always did when you both had sex, but it was different this time. This time, he was teasing. “Fuck them like a desperate slut?”

You whine, choking as his hips buck up into you, a groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, Peter!”

“C’mon, tell me. Does it turn you on? Fucking your patients?”

You groaned as his pace starts to match yours, roughly fucking you as his cock teased that spongey spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back. “Only if they’re fine as shit.”

A groan falls from his lips as you lean down, kissing his skin before starting to suck. You don’t try to fuck him back, letting his hips buck up into you as you hold his shoulders. Your fingernails dig into his back, a whimper falling from your lips as he groaned. “I’m close, fuck you make me so sensitive, honey.”

“Fuck, Petey, cum inside of me,” you whisper in his ear, biting on the cartilage as he moaned. “Yes, fuck.”

He groaned as he slammed into you one last time, the both of you quickly coming undone together. You panted on top of him, stroking his curls as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “For a matter of fact, I only fuck my patients when they have been bitten by a radioactive spider.”

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— cologne and everything

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟏 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!!! 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 || 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬 || 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 || 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 || 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 || 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞 ||

Bucky always makes sure to leave a little something on you after the two of you had sex. Whether it was bite marks or hickeys, his shirt or shorts, something was always on you. This time, though, it was something he didn’t expect. He didn’t even notice it.

Of course, it was added onto the other things you had on of his such as the band t-shirt and the hickies on your neck. It made him upset when the other avengers started waking up, as you both were in the tower after being called onto a mission instead of being in your shared apartment, to change and make it more comfortable for the rest.

You came back out wearing some jeans and a long sleeve shirt, the buttons on your chest open just enough to show some cleavage. You had started breakfast, so now it was time for everyone else to pitch in. You babied Peter, squeezing his cheek and stroking his hair that made him blush madly as he got some of the chocolate chip pancakes you had made.

“Th-Thank you, Ms. Y/N.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart,” you stroke his chestnut curls with a smile, giggling as his already red cheeks turned brighter. “Do you want some more?”

He shakes his head at the food already piled on his plate; your pancakes, Sam’s breakfast casserole and so much more. “N-No! A-And Ms. Y/N, n-not to sound rude,” Bucky steps closer at his words, completely ready to punch a millennial. “But you smell like Bucky. Like, completely of Bucky.”

Natasha laughs. “I’ve been wanting to say that! Like, you smell like his cologne and everything.”

Bucky’s thoughts were running wild, the thoughts he was pushing down as much as he could. You smelled like him. He had fucked you so much, so hard, so good that you smelled like him.

He wanted to fuck you all over again on that counter.

Your cheeks flushed as you giggled lightly, shrugging. “I’ll take it as a compliment. Go, start eating.”

He nodded, smiling as he walked off and grabbed a fork. The rest of them leave as Bucky leans on the counter, slowly coming behind you to hug your waist. You giggled, leaning into him as his fingers played with the hem of your sweatpants. “Behave,” you threatened, giggling as he nibbled on your earlobe. “Bucky.”

He hums, dipping his fingers into the cloth as you lean back into him. “I can’t describe how bad I’ve been wanting to fuck you every minute of the day. You don’t understand how much I fucking crave you.”

You gasped as his tongue drags down the side of your neck, sucking on a certain area that made you lean back into him. “I want to fuck you over and over again, you don’t understand. I want to fuck you right here and cum deep inside of your pretty cunt.”

“Bucky, you literally have one of the highest sex drives I’ve ever encountered.” You giggled as he shakes his head.

“Only with you baby. You quite literally are the only woman I’ve ever been like this with, you’re so got damn addictive Y/N, you don’t understand how much I want-”

You both snap your head to the side when you hear a squeak, a certain chestnut haired boy staring at the two do you. You slapped Bucky’s hands away, clearing your throat. “D-Do you want some more pancakes?”

He stutters over his words, finally letting out a squeak before walking out.

You both start laughing harder than you should’ve, Bucky’s lips kissing at your neck. “It’s fine. He’ll get over it. Wanna go to our room?”

“Why don’t,” you say, kissing his cheek softly. “I go take a shower,” you hum before he could say anything. “By myself, and you go to that meeting Tony set up. As much as I love your pine and tobacco cologne, I don’t think it suits me. I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too.”

You kiss him softly, giggling as you pull away and he follows your lips. “I’ll make it up to you tonight, yeah?”

He hums, nodding as he snuggles into your neck, whispering. “Why don’t you make it up to me in the shower?”

You giggled, pushing him away as you walked back into the hallway.

It was unexplainable, though. How everything reminded him of you, everything made him want you. He wanted to take you over every counter in the kitchen, over the table in the discussion room, just everywhere. He wasn’t quite sure why, why his cock constantly ached for you and to cum deep inside your pussy every second of the day.

This is when he decided to talk about it with you, but not without his cock balls deep inside of your pretty cunt as the bed slams over and over again as he thrusted into you. Your eyes rolled back, his tip hitting an area that makes your toes curl and a while fall from your lips. You groaned out loudly, pulling his lips closer to your neck as he sucked hickies against your skin.

The amount of times you both have come was forgotten, the fact that your alarm was already going off for four a.m. signaling that the two of you had been fucking since you had got home at ten from the tower. Alpine was still being taken care of by Sam, thankfully, or else she would’ve interrupted around round three.

You were sobbing as tears ran down his cheeks, steadily as he kept back screams the more he pounds into you. You felt so fucking good, and as much as he felt as though he couldn’t cum anymore, he had to. He had to claim you as much as he could, he didn’t know why though.

Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t put a ring on your finger yet, or the fact that it feels as though everyone looks at you like they want you - but you’re his.

He finally came inside of you, hot ropes of cum filling you up again and more of your mixed cum slowly dripping out of you and coating his balls as you giggled. You hadn’t been able to decipher pain and pleasure since earlier, and at this point your shaking body was so filled with pleasure you couldn’t think of anything else but him.

“You alright, honey?” You whisper and he shakes his head, sniffling.

“I wanna fuck you so bad. So so bad.”

You giggled, kissing his head. “Let’s take a break honey.”

He nods, kissing your lips as he snuggles into your neck. “When we wake up can I fuck you again?”

“Yes honey, of course.”

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— again

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟏 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!!!| 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞/𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲 || 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬 || 𝐜𝐮𝐦 || 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 || 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐩𝐞 ||

Todoroki never stopped sending you gifts, no matter how far he was. Sugar daddy wasn’t even a proper name for him anymore, he was basically your provider at this point - he was yours. It wasn’t like you weren’t his, though, the way the two of you were plastered on the front of magazines almost every week.

The two of you had yet to have a sit down conversation about what the relationship was between the two of you, mainly because he had been on an away mission for the past two months. You were desperate for him to come home, to tell him about the feelings you have developed for him, but it was all terrifying.

What if he didn’t feel the same way as you and this was just what you started for, sex?

You’re too busy panicking in the shared bed of you and Todoroki, your hands covering your face to hear the door open slowly, a tired dual haired man slowly stepping in. He was so ready to just get into bed, pull you into him and just sleep.

Nothing could make him feel better like you could.

He sets down his bags, pushing back his long hair and slipping it out of the ponytail as he goes through the living room. It was so tempting to just crash onto the couch, but he couldn’t, he wanted you - he wanted to be close to you. He slowly pushed open the door, inhaling deeply when he saw your form all huddled up into a ball.

It was slightly upsetting that you weren’t waiting for him like he told you to, all spread and getting fucked by that little present he got you, but it wasn’t your fault it was late.

“Y/N, honey?”

You jump up at his voice, turning around before jumping into his arms. “Sho, you’re back!”

He sighs heavily, inhaling the scent of his favorite perfume and kissing your neck. “I’m back darling, I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.”

You inhale deeply, running your fingers through his long hair before kissing his skin softly. It was better to say it now and get thrown out rather than just fuck and then get thrown out. “I love you. I love you Shoto.”

“Can you repeat that again love?” He whispers, honestly not able to hear you as he slowly lays you on the bed, gasping when he sees your tear filled eyes. “What’s wrong? Honey, what’s wrong?”

“I love you.”

His pause makes you regret your words, about to push him away before he leans down and pressed a firm kiss to your lips. You gasped, pulling him closer as he pulled your legs around his waist, his tongue teasing your lower lip.

You bite your lip when he pulls back at the sound of the doorbell, kissing your nose softly. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

He kissed you harder, teeth grazing your soft appendages.

“Again,” he practically growls as he ignores the incessant banging on the door, your hands holding the back of his head as you try to pull him closer before the banging gets louder.

He groans as he stands, pointing at you with a stern look. “I never want to see you cry again.” He turns, walking out of the room and ready to curse out whoever was banging on his door like he wasn’t about to fuck you like it was his last day on earth.

He opens the door, surprised to see a man with a tablet pushed into his face. “A delivery for Shouto Todoroki from Paradise Dreams. Sign here.”

Todoroki takes the stylus from the side, quickly signing and nodding. “Thank you.”

He nods, walking away as Todoroki carried in the box, opening it up just a peek to see that special thing he ordered just for you, something that just happened to come in late.

But of course, what kind of man is he but to use it now?

Your balcony was one place with heavy relations to where you both had sexual escapades at least once or twice a week. It’s just how it works.

It was only valid to start there.

You laid against the bed outside, because of course you had two beds, your legs and arms tied with satin ribbon from the gifts he had brought back from his mission. The fucking machine was between your legs, the dildo sculpted to his cock, a ball gag to suppress your moans. The balcony was open, a pool right next to the bed with a hot tub on the side and your partner lounging on the chair in front of the bed - watching.

His legs were spread, his cock out as he pumped slowly, the complete opposite of the machine fucking you like a jackhammer. The toy had pushed you over and over into an orgasm, a creamy ring of your cum around the entrance as it rammed your insides. You were sobbing, the feeling of the toy exploring areas you hadn’t felt in so long and the speed that felt like it was wrecking you and you loved it.

Todoroki liked watching. He liked watching your cum stain your thighs, your legs shake and the pool of wetness soak through the sheets. He liked watching your arms and legs tug on the red ribbon, your head tilting back as the mascara ran down your cheeks and drool encircled your mouth around the gag.

His eyes stared at the vibrators against your perky nipples, his tongue running out to moisten his bottom lip as your hips buck into the air. He hissed as he pumped faster, edging himself until his tip burned at the sound of your moans before stopping. He panted, swallowing loudly as he stood, switching the machine off. You throw your head back, unused to the drilling inside of you with a whine before he leans forward, taking out the gag.

He kissed your lips, pulling the toy out of you before pulling away slightly. “You’re so, so fucking pretty all fucked out.”

You whined, gasping as his cock head teases your entrance, circling around the gape before slowly pushing in. You yelled out, but whined when he pulled out before pushing in, then pulling out. “Sho, please!”

He grins, slowly pushing into you, your cunt almost stretching to keep him in. You sobbed, his lips pressing hot kisses against your neck before groaning.

“You’re wrapped up for me like a present. Such a fucking pretty present, a girl to be next to me for the rest of our lives.”

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— lucky ritual

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐇𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐀𝐔! 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟔 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!!! 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 || 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 || 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞

You could never focus in classes with Izuku in them. As good of a student he was, along with being one of the MVPs of the hockey team, he always found time to mess around with you. He would often get off with warnings when he passed notes to you, hugged you or did anything to you - his lovely girlfriend - but this time, it had to be different.

It was the day before the game, and Izuku was desperate. He leaned close to you, as he already finished his test and was keen on annoying you while you tried to finish yours. You weren’t able to study last night, as your boyfriend came back to your shared apartment from practice all riled up after they saw the opposing team at the rink who started threatening them and even bringing you into it.

They talked about you, especially Shindo who let that nice guy act fall when he started teasing Izuku about his girlfriend that was way too pretty for him. After assuring him you only wanted him, and a lot of sex, Izuku had been clingy all day and night.

“The answer’s C, Y/N, c’mon. As soon as you finish we get to leave, c’mon,” he whines, nuzzling into your arm as he hugs your waist. The lab chairs were normally far away from each other, but Izuku had dragged his chair to be right next to yours even if y’all were barely three feet away normally. “Y/N, it’s C!”

“Midoriya, as much as we might need you in tomorrow’s game, I have no problem benching you for trying to help a student who’s trying to focus!” The professor yells, Izuku quickly straightens as you circle C and raise it.

“I’m finished.”

He comes behind you and takes it, Izuku quickly grabbing both of your bags and pulling you to walk out of the class. He whines as he pulls you into his form, the tall man ducking in order to nuzzle into your neck as giant, scarred hands hold your waist. He pressed you against the wall, sighing deeply as you hugged him back in response, stroking his curls.

“I’m right here sweetie, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Would you still love me if I didn’t play hockey?”

“Yes honey.”

“Would you still love me if I wasn’t smart?”

“Yes honey.”

“Would you still-”

“Honey, I would love you no matter what,” you soothe him, kissing his ear softly before he looks at you, tears brimming his eyes.

“I love you!” He sobs as you hold him tightly, smiling as Kirishima and Bakugo come behind him, both in workout clothes to show off the strong muscles they both had from the sports they played.

“Is he okay?” Kirishima asks as you hum, nodding.

“Yes. Yes he is.” You kiss the apple of his cheek as he sniffles, pulling away as you stroke his curls soothingly. “Right baby?”

He nods as you lean up, kissing his nose with a giggle as he wipes his cheeks.

“We just wanted to ask if Midoriya wanted to come with us to the gym. We thought he might want to relieve some stress,” Kirishima explains as Bakugo scoffs.

“If he hasn’t already, crying his damn eyes out.”

“You want to come to the gym with me?”

You giggled, shaking your head. “No. I got some stuff to do at home, I’ll have dinner ready when you get back. Just pick up some drinks on your way back.”

He hums a nod as you lean up, giving him a soft kiss as Kirishima aws softly and Bakugo gagged. “I’m fucking leaving your asses!”

And from there you went home, changing into some much more comfortable and deserved clothes that covered way too little from how hot it was from all the burners you were using and the fact your power was out. You had just finished the sides for your steaks, as you knew Izuku had to eat well the night before a game before your lucky ‘ritual’, that would ensure the win for the team.

You don’t hear the door open as you focus on getting the steaks just right, your analness was always a treat for Izuku to watch. He sets your favorite drink down on the table along with a couple of beers from a six pack he had picked up after going out drinking with some of the team that were also working out. He wasn’t drunk, or he didn’t know it, but his actions physically never projected it which he was thankful for.

His vocal actions did though.

He sets his hands on your hips, fingers teasing your lower abdomen as he kisses your neck. You gasped, about to slap him with your tongs, before you saw those signature scarred hands resting against your skin. “Shit, Zuku, you scared me.”

“Sorry baby,” he whispered in response, the smell of alcohol protruding easily into your nose. “Missed you. Missed you so much.”

You gasp as he nibbles on your skin, lips pressing before his teeth suck your beautiful skin into his mouth. “Z-Zuku, are you drunk?”

He hums against your skin, pulling away with a soft pop as he continues to suckle against the growing red area. “Had a few drinks. More than a few. Texted you seeing if you wanted to go and if it was okay if I went but you didn’t respond.”

You sigh heavily as his fingers dip into your shorts, teasing your undies as he exhaled deeply against the now sensitive patch of skin. “I’m sorry honey, our power is out because one of the power lines was hit by an eighteen wheeler or something. My phones dead and I couldn’t charge it, and the windows aren’t helping for shit-”

He hushes you as you turn off the burner, his other hand pulling you flush against him as he continues to make love marks all over your neck. “Calm down. Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

You sigh deeply as his hand slips back out of your shorts, rubbing your shoulders soothingly as you let your weight against him, his strong body holding you up easily. “I’m so tired baby.”

“I know honey, you wanna go to sleep?”

As tired as you were, you were so horny right now. Of course, you blamed your boyfriend that was doing everything he knew turned you on - rubbing your shoulders to ease tension, his fingers dipping under your shirt, and his lips continuously leaving hickories all over your skin.

“No… wanna, wanna fuck.”

“You want to fuck?”

“Yes, yes I do,” you practically whined as you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stared at the masterpiece he had left on your skin. The marks were a dark purple, obvious on your skin, and he was so damn proud of it.

He wanted you to do the same to him.

He felt his mind getting cloudy, the alcohol finally kicking in as he lifted you up, easily throwing you over his shoulder before grabbing the pack of beers and walking to your shared room. He ignores the open windows, the open blinds that let people peek in, and doesn't even close the door as he tossed you onto the bed.

It doesn’t take the both of you long to get to where you truly wanted to be, his hands on your hips as he pulls you closer to him, his mouth hot on your neck as your pretty pussy squeezed his shaft so perfectly that he could’ve come as soon as he pushed into you. Your lips were perfectly covering his neck in hickies, doing exactly as he asked you to - to claim him as yours just as he did you with the hickies that covered your entire collarbone and even part of your neck.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against the pink spot blooming right on your jaw before kissing the sensitive skin as you whined against his neck. “Shit, I don’t think I can ever go without your pretty pussy. You’re so fucking perfect for me.”

You moaned out at his words, Izuku’s praise always hitting just the right spot when the two of you had sex. Your arms and legs were wrapped around him so tightly, your body rocking with his as he thrusts into you deeply with a loud groan filling your ears. “Zuku, so close, so fucking close.”

“Gonna fill you up again baby,” he whispers in your ear, whining as your teeth tug his skin into your mouth once again. “Fill you up with my cum over and over again so that it’s dripping out of your pussy when I beat the other team’s asses.”

Your eyes roll back as his hips speed up, his girth filling you up just right, perfectly fucking you in a way you could never get tired of. Your stomach was basically churning from his jackhammering thrusts, the two loads of cum that had filled you up previously dripping out of you along with the cum of your four orgasms, his mouth wide open as he groaned into your ear.

You loved the noises he made.

Your heels dig into his lower back, your nails scratching deep indents down his back as you try to prepare yourself, sobbing as his thick fingers dug into your hips.

You scream out, your vision turning blurry from your fifth orgasm as your tight hold on Izuku goes limp, curses falling from his lips as he fills you up one more time.

“Damn, Y/N. We really made a canvas out of each other.”

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— devilishly attractive

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 & 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟔 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭! 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬 || 𝐠!𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 || 𝐝𝐨𝐦 & 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 || 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 || 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐛! 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚, 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 & 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 || 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧! 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 || 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 || 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬 || 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 || 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 || 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐬 || 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐲 || 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 || 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 || 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐠𝐬 ||

**𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐂𝐔 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐦 & 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥

The mission was supposed to go well, it really was.

But of course, when you and your extremely jealous girlfriend get put on a mission with two other women who were equally in love with you, something was bound to go wrong.

“I don’t trust them,” Natasha whispers, absolutely ignoring the fact that she had an earpiece in so they could both hear her. “I don’t like the way they look at you, like you’re-”

“A god? Devilishly attractive? I think sometimes you do forget that I am a goddess,” you respond, throwing your arm over her shoulders as she scoffs. “Do you forget that?”

“No.” She snaps, taking a large gulp of her drink as she rolls her eyes.

She looked beautiful tonight, as did Wanda and Kate who were both dressed in colors that looked best on them, purple for Kate and red for Wanda. Natasha wore a beautiful black dress that shaped her form perfectly, with you in a black suit with gold embellishments to add to your look.

“Kate, honey, how are we looking? He still in place?” You ask the girl across the room, which resulted in a blush that was able to be seen all the way across the room.

“Y-Yes, he is. He-He’s coming to the center now.” She stutters as Natasha scoffs.

“She stutters like a virgin.”

“Natasha, don’t start,” you warn, pulling away from her with a sigh. “If you’re not going to be nice, go to the corner. We have a mission to pull off, so don’t start.”

You walk away as she huffs, asking for another drink as you go towards Wanda, a smile on her face as she meets you in the middle. “Y/N, you look great tonight,” she compliments as you smile, leaning forward to kiss her cheek before alternating.

“As do you, Wanda. Are you ready?”

“Yes, I am.”

You turn to see the man walking out of the room, as it was Wanda’s job to immobilize his guards, yours to knock them out, Natasha to kill the man and Kate as a diversion, as she kind of just followed the three of you.

“Kate, honey, you ready?”

“Y-Yes.”

You could hear Natasha scoff, your lips twitching into a smirk at the brat shining through in her persona.

“Nat, honey, you ready?”

She doesn’t respond, making you straighten as the target nears her, stepping forward to make your way there. “Nat.” She still doesn’t respond, letting the target pass her with his guards close behind him. “Got dammit Nat! C’mon.” You pull Wanda behind you, Kate quickly following as you run down the hall, Natasha still lounging at the bar drinking.

Quickly, you make the guards pass out after Wanda immobilizes them, Kate quickly catching them so they wouldn’t thud. Making your way over to the leader, you were about to shoot him before Natasha snapped his neck cleanly.

“You’re so messy, Y/N.”

“It took you long enough,” you snarled at her, annoyed as she rolled her eyes. “Natasha.”

She shivered at your voice, Wanda perking up as Kate shrunk lightly, swallowing. Your gun goes off when you see someone coming up behind Kate, shooting him straight in the throat as she yelps when it flies past her ear. You step towards Natasha who stepped back in response, your hand going delicately around her throat as you pressed her against the wall.

“We’re going to have to talk later tonight, Natasha.”

Oh and she smirked.

You, as a dom, were harsh with your punishments. It was the only way that a brat like Natasha would learn, and maybe you getting three girls pregnant (including her) at once would fix it.

Your brat was chained up against the bed, a plug inside of her cunt that was filled to the brim with your cum and a vibrator pressed against her clit, and a ball gag in her mouth. Her eyes were rolled back as she twitched, rutting her hips against air as you stared at the two women in front of you.

You had learned that Kate truly was a virgin, and you gave her the best got damn sex of her life when you fucked her like a rag doll and filled her up with cum like a free use. Her ass was out, waiting to be fucked with mixed cum dripping down her thighs and out of her pussy - staying still and waiting for your cock like a good girl.

Wanda, on the other hand, was desperate. Instead of kneeling, waiting for you to fuck her with your humongous cock built for a goddess like yourself, she was grinding against the blankets with her fingers rubbing harshly on her clit. You kneel behind Kate, kissing her shoulder blade as she shivers under you, your cock teasing her fluttering cunt as she struggles to stay upright. You slip your fingers into Wanda’s cunt, pushing mixed cum straight back into her before you slowly push into Kate’s tight pussy.

You moaned out as Kate’s eyes rolled back, Natasha’s gaze on the both of you as she turned the vibrations up from the dial remote in her hand. You had been kind enough to give it to her, so as she rocked against the you placed at her clit, you thrusted into Kate. She screams out as you bottom out into her, thrusting as you slipped a third finger into Wanda, forcing her to lay flat on the bed in desperation. You leaned down, whispering into Kate’s ear. “Who knew a virgin would be such a whore.”

She whined as you sped up, her cunt convulsing at your words as you used your other hand to rub her clit. Your balls slapped against her ass as your thrusts became faster, harder in an urge to cum inside her again and fill her up over and over again.

“Y-Y/N please, please cum inside me! Let me have your babies, please!” She was backing onto you, desperately rolling her hips as you let your other hand slap her clit. She screams out as Wanda moans, your whole hand fisting her desperate cunt as Natasha sobs around the ball gag.

Your eyes roll back as Kate cums, her pussy fluttering and convulsing to make you cum inside of her. You pulled out, watching cum drip from her cunt as she collapsed onto the bed, as you were her only support. You pull your wet hand from out of Wanda, mixed cum soaking your fingers to your wrist as she squirms on the bed, desperate for more.

“C’mon Katy, you got more for me?” She nods as she slowly kneels, waiting for more instructions as you turn Wanda onto her back. “Get on top of her, baby. Fuck her.”

Your submissive didn’t have to be told twice. She straddles Wanda, their cum filled cunts pressing against each other as they grind roughly, desperate for more pleasure. You come behind them both, slipping your cock from inside of Wanda to inside of Kate.

These girls were yours, yours to fuck and fill and ruin to turn them into insatiable cum sluts that would do anything for your cock. They’re minds were broken, desperate for only you - your cock, your cum, just you.

Your cock finally settles between them, their folds enveloping both sides of your cock and roughly pumping it with their grinding. Your eyes roll back as they fucked each other, fucked you as desperately as possible until the three of you came.

They collapsed against each other, panting and sobbing as you go around them, settling your balls into Wanda’s mouth and grabbing Kate’s hair to tilt her head back. “Suck.”

Oh and she did.

She pulled your cock into her mouth, bobbing her head and pulling your entire length straight down her throat, her gags showing her inexperience. You groan out as Wanda nibbles on your sac, licking and pulling each one into her mouth, alternating as Kate pumps what didn’t fit in her mouth. You pull away when you almost cum, both of them keeping their mouths open. Their eyes roll back when you cum on both of their faces, whining as they try to lick up all that they could.

You pull away from them as they try to gather your sperm, going to Natasha and pulling out the gag, turning off the vibrator and out the plug. Your cock was pulsing, tip red in overstimulation that hasn’t settled in yet as you tease her entrance.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?”

She nods, desperate as you push into her, Natasha screaming out as the other two women come behind you, Wanda humping against your thigh as Kate tugs on your arm.

You knew her, knew what she was asking for as you undid Natasha’s chains leaning back for her to get on top of you and Kate to straddle your face.

She grinds against your mouth as Natasha takes your cock, Wanda humping against your leg as Natasha sucks on your tit.

As much as your cock pulsed, your tip burning from overstimulation - it was fair; as much as they were free use to you, so were you to them.

And damn did you all love it.

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— rabbit hole

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟐 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭! 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 || 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 || 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 || 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬 || 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧 || 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 ||

The club was never Bucky’s scene. For you, though, his fiancee and owner of the Rabbit Hole club - the best club in the whole state of New York - specialized for only the most famous people in New York with strict security and even stricter rules - the club was where you came to life.

The club was where you let loose, as it was difficult in the job of an Avenger’s partner and the intel gatherer for Tony for those naughty high rollers to even have a hint of fun. No one expected you to be the owner of the Rabbit Hole, and that’s probably why it worked out so damn well when you went undercover.

Today though, today was a special day.

For a special birthday surprise for your future husband, you and Tony had teamed up to plan a whole birthday bash at your club, an exclusive event that closed your business for the night. You were planning to use your previous skills from when you were on the pole to make the present better, and give him a private show just for him to enjoy.

You were waiting at the club, making sure everyone was comfortable with their drinks filled and your employees comfortable with either dancing on the poles or serving food and drinks.

“Hey! Steve’s leading Bucky up!” Sam yells across the room, leading you to quickly run behind the bar and turn off the lights, adjusting the other LEDs and spotlights to turn on and really get the club atmosphere going.

Everyone quiets down, waiting for the door to open and the birthday boy emerge. You giggled lightly as the door slowly opened, Steve coming out and then Bucky, resulting in the lights that spelled out his name lighting up at your command. “Happy birthday Bucky!”

His face turns into one of shock as you walk over, a smile threatening to bloom as he holds it back. “Happy birthday, Sergeant Buchanon.”

Steve quickly leaves as you wrap your arms around his neck, Bucky’s hands settling at your hips as you giggled. His fingers dig into the thin material of your blue cocktail dress with the zipper down the front center, his favorite color, that showed too much skin in every way Bucky loved. “You did this for me?”

You hum a yes. “Of course I did. Had to make sure my man has an amazing birthday.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you as you stood on your toes of your red bottom Louboutin stilettos. It was slow at first, calm, until your fingers thread through his hair and tug lightly to pull him down. He groans loudly as your tongue slides into his mouth, swirling around his tongue and standing back on your heels as he leaned down.

Bucky was needy, greedily keeping his lips on yours and forcing your tongue back into your mouth as saliva gathered in the back of your throat. You groaned as his fingers dug into your hips, one of his hands slowly moving down your thigh to pull your body flush against his.

“If the birthday boy would stop eating his girlfriend’s face, maybe we could get this party started!” Sam yells out as he walks over, a spotlight coming onto the both of you as you pull back, swallowing mixed saliva as he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth. He hands you both a flute of champagne as you wipe his mouth with your thumb, your lipstick smeared all around his mouth.

“And a happy birthday to,” you start, raising your glass as everyone else joins in, chanting with you. “Bucky Barnes!”

“You gon’ make it a good birthday for me sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear as you giggled, his hand squeezing your ass.

“Of course I am, Sergeant Buchanon.”

“Y’know, this seems like a perfect way to make my birthday better,” Bucky jokes as you lead him into a dark room, away from all of the loudness of the party.

“It will be, Sarge,” you say with a giggle, slowly pushing him onto the wide canopy bed. He bites his lip as you kick off your heels, turning off the lights and walking to the higher platform with a pole in the middle. You walked in front of him, Bucky straightening as you held his shoulders. “You want to unzip this for me baby?”

He nods, slowly leaning forward before you grab his chin with a giggle. “With your mouth, baby.”

His cheeks turned bright red as he leaned close to your breasts, his teeth slowly biting the firmest part and closing his eyes as he pulled down. You exhaled deeply as you slid off the dress, revealing a harnessed black lingerie as you stepped out of the dress that’s now on the floor.

“You doing what I think you’re about to do?”

“What do you think I’m going to do?”

“You gon’ give me a strip tease?”

“Something like that,” you say as you put your heels back on, about to walk straight back to the platform before he pulls you right back.

“As much as I’d love that,” he whispers against your lips, his hand at your hip as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “I'm already hard from all that grinding you’ve been doing on me all night. Wanna fuck you in those red bottoms.”

Bucky always knew how to make everything feel absolutely amazing.

He had slipped the lingerie to the side, his lips puckered and pressed against the side of your neck and trailing down to the thin mesh material that covered your breasts. Your eyes rolled back, already on the verge of your third orgasm and thanking your brilliance of making this room soundproof. His hips gently rolled into you, your whines echoing into his ear as he groaned. Your legs were over his shoulders, heels still on as he kissed the lobe of your ear. His hips speed up, your body pressed into his as you hold the back of his head to keep his face in your neck. Your fingers tugged on his hair, the slight action fueling his thrusts as your body bounces on the bed.

You could feel the bed rocking, the force of the bed barely tapping into the wall turning into slamming, a pleasure filled scream dripping from your lips as his cock jackhammered into you.

“Got dammit Y/N, you feel so fucking good. Like your cunt was made for me, baby, just absolutely perfect. Wanna cum inside you, please baby,” he’s whimpering now, begging to release inside of you and claim you over and over again with his cum.

“Yes! Yes, please!” You yelled out, screaming and pleading for him to chin inside of you and fill you up.

“Gon’ fucking breed you like a whore.”

Your cunt convulses around him, fluttering and tightening as you neared another orgasm, your head tilting back as you scream out his name. His tip hits that spongy spot inside of you that just makes everything collapse, your fourth orgasm finally falling through as he kisses your jaw, cumming soon after.

“You don’t know what those red bottoms do to me.”

#reds sin city #hero smut #heroes for 31 days #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes smut #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x fem! reader #winter soldier smut #winter soldier x you

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— like a pro

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧! 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝! 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟑 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!!! 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 || 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 || 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛 || 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 || 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞 ||

“Peter, I swear if you touch my daughter, I’ll kill you.”

“I think you forget he’s my boyfriend and I literally have to touch him.”

“No. No touching. I’ve made that clear, no touching!” Tony yells as you slowly inch closer to Peter who blushed madly as you poked him in the side. “Stop it! Stop! Now!”

You press against him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his bicep before he walks forward. “Mr. Stark, she’s my girlfriend!” He finally whined as Tony swats at your arm like a cat.

“No touching! You both are going to be alone in the tower, and after nine, the rooms are locked! FRIDAY will make sure you’re in your rooms. Separately!”

He yells at the two of you continuously before he’s dragged away by Cap, who yells at the both of you to behave as he pulled your father to the hyper jet. You giggled as you turned to Peter, leaning up to kiss him before he blocked your lips.

“What about your dad?”

You gaped at him, jaw slack. “Peter, did you just fucking block a kiss from me?”

His cheeks turned red in worry, clearing his throat as he tried to solve his mistake. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I like kisses, please kiss me.”

You purse your lips, his brown eyes almost like a puppy dog’s as he whined. “Please.”

With that, you leaned up and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. “You listen way too much, spidey.”

He mumbled incoherently, trying to follow your lips as you pull away before you block them just as he did yours. “Sweetheart, please-”

“Nope. Didn’t want to kiss me earlier, you’re not going to kiss me now,” you laughed as he whined, trying to catch you as you ran off. You laughed loudly as he chased you down the hall. “Better catch me Parker!”

“Just you watch, Y/N! I’m going to get you!”

You yelped as he chased you all throughout the tower, settling in your room to tickle your sides. You couldn’t stop laughing, trying to push him away as you kick at him before he pins your hands above your head.

You panted, raising a brow as his eyes slowly traveled down your face, settling on your chest. You couldn’t help but squirm at the scrutiny of his stare, his eyes flashing back up to yours. He stroked your cheek softly, leaning down to press his lips softly to yours. “You’re so pretty, honey. So, so pretty.”

You inhale shakily as his lips move slowly, his other hand keeping your wrists above your head as his other slowly trailed down your side. You moaned softly as his hand slowly groped your breast, testing his touch as you arch your back to meet his touch. He corrects himself, straddling your waist to lean close to your body. His hand slips under your shirt, teasing the edge of your bra before you shake your head, following his lips to keep your lips connected.

“D-Door’s open, the door’s open.”

“No one’s here,” he dismissed as you gently tug at the bottom of your shirt. “C’mon sweetheart.”

“You better close the door, Parker,” you ordered, giggling as he rushed to close the door. You laughed as he straddled your waist once again, kissing your lips as you held his cheeks. He touched your wrist, pulling away to kiss your palms and you nuzzled your nose against his. “You sure you want to do this?”

He nods, inhaling deeply. “Are you?”

You snort. “Honey, I’ve done this before.”

He gaped as you laughed, slowly pushing him onto his back and sliding your palm over the growing print in his pants. “God, you have to stop being such a gentleman.”

You pulled down his pants, just a bit, and kissed the chestnut curls that led down to his base, pulling bit by bit. He gasped, whining softly as you hummed, pumping his cock lightly. “Not bad, Parker.”

“Y-Y/N, that’s embarrassing,” he whined, gasping as you pressed a kiss to his tip, letting your tongue slide in between the slit before you slowly pulled him into your mouth. His eyes roll back as you let it slide down your throat, holding back a gag as you bob your head lightly. “N-No, please.”

His whimper betrayed his words as he held your cheeks, pushing your mouth off of him. You scrunch your nose, looking at him confused. “What’s wrong?”

“Wanna give you pleasure. Prove I’m better than everyone else.”

You giggled, shrugging as you slowly kissed his tip again. “Don’t worry. At all, about anything.”

And once again, you pulled his cock back into your mouth and bobbed your head. You gagged softly as he bucked his hips, holding your head as you grinded against his leg. You hollow your cheeks, sucking as he whined, the pleasure overwhelming. You pull away, swirling your tongue around his tip before bobbing your head continuously.

He moans loudly, groaning as he pulls your face closer, his cock fully enveloped in your mouth as he thrusts his hips. The pleasure was unfathomable, absolute heaven compared to his hand as you suck strongly on his shaft. Your eyes rolled back as his tip hit far down your throat, choking as his hips began to go faster and he tugs on your hair. He tried to pull away, the veins in his cock bulging against your throat since he was about to cum, but you just pushed your face closer, just as he shot his cum straight down your throat.

He was panting as you pulled away, a slick line connecting your lips to his cock with a delicate ring of white at his base. “You fuck like a pro, Parker.”

“Y/N, that was amazing. Please, please let me do the same for you.” He whined as you rose over his cock, pulling off your shorts and undies to reveal your wet cunt.

His eyes roll back as you position his cock upwards, hissing as you slowly sink onto him. “W-Wait!” You paused at his voice, holding your breath as he pants. “What about a condom?”

You couldn’t have laughed harder, sheathing his cock inside of you making him scream out as you moaned. “Honey, I’m on birth control. Don’t worry about it.”

“M-Mr. Stark is going to kill me if I cum inside of you,” he whimpered as you kissed him, humming as your tongue slowly rubs against his. “B-B-But I really want to.”

“You can, baby, you can,” you hum in response, rolling your hips with a hiss. The tip of his cock pressed perfectly against that soft, sensitive spongy spot inside of you, your eyes rolling back as his tongue teased yours. The wet appendage mixed your salivas, even making it fall out from your mouth as you opened wider, teeth clashing in the passionate kiss. He whined as your hips moved faster, rougher, desperate to chase a high that you needed to catch.

His hips buck, a whimper leaving your mouth as you hold his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he holds your back, keeping you pressed against him.

You were both so close, his cock pressing into you in every place to make it absolute bliss with a ring of cum from his first release circled around your cunt as it clenched around him. You pull away from his lips, whimpering as he whines loudly.

“I’m so close, baby, you make me feel so good. So, so good baby, use me, use me please.” He begged as you threw your head back, screaming out as you finally came.

It made your cunt tighten around him, Peter groaning loudly as he gums inside of you and that delicate ring grows thicker. “Y/N, you’re so fucking amazing.”

“As are you, Parker. Best fuck I’ve ever had.”

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— lookie there

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐇𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟎 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!

𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 || 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 || 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐛 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

*𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬.

You could feel his eyes burning through your robe.

You were actually thinking it would be Harry this time, trying to figure out how the hell you had managed to have not one, but three Slytherin’s waiting on your Hufflepuff hand and foot. He still hasn’t figured that out yet, maybe because he failed to realize how amazing you were and blinded by the fact Draco had quite literally kneeled down to tie your shoe right in front of everyone.

Mattheo, on the other hand, had a more subtle way of showing his obsession with you. As your desk mate, he was quite literally allowed to stare at you the whole time. He wasn’t subtle about it, he didn’t want to be, not when he could stare at your pretty face as Snape continued to voice out the effects of certain potions.

“Mr. Riddle, what are the effects of the potion amortentia?”

“The strongest love potion is normally given in a food or drink, which makes the person it was given to insatiable with the other.” Mattheo says as Snape hums, watching as you look up from your notes to Mattheo, then back at your teacher.

“What?” You asked, Snape turning to get a cauldron with steam rising in spirals, and moving it to the center of the class.

You gulped as he put it right in front of your desk, raising a brow at you. “What is this, Madam L/N?”

Snape, as much as he disliked Hufflepuffs, liked you. It was impossible not to. The only Hufflepuff coming from a world renowned, not to mention rich, Slytherin family, made your status above others - the same status as the Malfoys, or maybe even higher.

You gulped lightly, leaning forward to look at the iridescent pink liquid. “Amortentia, Professor Snape.”

“Is it dangerous for it to be in a cauldron like this?”

“It could be. It could spill, but I’m sure you wouldn’t let that happen,” you respond softly, slowly sitting back down before he puts out his hand.

“Smell it.”

Mattheo couldn’t have been more shocked. He leaned forward, desperate to see if you’d do it, and you did. You don’t go around the desk, you only stand, bending down and kneeling forward. Even if your robe covered your body, he could see the spaghetti strapped tank top underneath and your tits just playing with the hem to see if they’d jump out or not.

He really, really wanted them to jump out.

You inhale softly, your eyes widening as you quickly sit back down. “Five points Hufflepuff.”

You smile as Mattheo leans close to you, whispering. “What did it smell like?”

Your cheeks turn a bright red as you shake your head, humming. “You don’t need to know.”

“Did it smell like…” he leaned close to your cheek as Snape turned his back, pressing a kiss to your upper cheekbone before grinning. “Like green apples for Draco?” He kissed your jaw. “Or maybe leather bound journals for Tommy?” He kissed the lobe of your ear as you tried to push him away pathetically, half pushing so you wouldn’t get caught and half pulling to bring him closer. “Or maybe that cologne you got me for Christmas?”

The class ends just as Snape turns around, Mattheo grinning as he looks down at your chest. “Love your tits, babe.”

You shove him playfully, walking out to let him chase after you. You yelped as you ran down the halls, Mattheo laughing, really laughing as he chased you out to the lake. It was cold, of course it was as it was winter, and he grabbed your waist to throw you over his shoulder.

You laughed loudly as his hand held your thigh under your skirt, his other palm slapping your ass. You yelped as he laughed, kissing your hip before setting you down. You giggled, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to wrap his own around your waist.

“Y’know how much I love…” he whispers in your ear, slowly letting his hands trail down your body before settling on your tits. “Your boobs.”

You swat at him, obviously annoyed as he slipped off your robe to get a good look at your chest. Raising a brow, you cross your arms under your chest and push your tits up just to tease him.

That was not a good decision.

It was how you ended up in the tree, sitting on Mattheo’s lap and his lips wrapped around your nipple. His hand was tight around the side of your neck, the other massaging the breast his lips weren’t pressed against. Your boyfriend’s tongue trails around your areola, his teeth teasing your pebbled nipple before biting with more force and sucking.

You let out a strangled whine, throwing your head back as he kissed his way toward the other nipple, his other thumb pushing and twisting at the wet nipple that his mouth was just on. He kissed your shoulder, once, before licking straight back down to your nipple.

“Fucking love your tits baby, love how much they fucking bounce when I fuck you and how sensitive they are when I suck on them. They’re so fuckin’ pretty baby,” he whispers against your skin, another whine falls from your lip before voices came under the two of you.

“Where the bloody hell are Mattheo and Y/N? This is their favorite spot,” Draco asks someone as Mattheo puts his hand over your mouth, moving his knee up to grind against your cunt. Your eyes roll back, a soft moan slips out and Draco freezes. “You hear that?”

“I really do think you’re hearing something, Malfoy,” Tom says, but starts looking around as he steps closer. “Really do.”

You miss the wink Tom sends to Draco as he walks around the tree, hitting certain areas with a sigh. “Yeah, maybe. I’m not sure if you’ve heard, Riddle, about Y/N smelling the amortentia.”

The other male hums as you bite on Mattheo’s palm, his knee rubbing harder into your heat as you balance yourself on his leg to grind against it at the same time. You whined, Mattheo’s teeth once again tugging at your nipple as he groaned against your skin.

“Gonna fuck these pretty little tits, baby. Get my cock straight between them and fuck them as you suck the tip so I can cum in your mouth.”

“And lookie there! Guess who we found.”

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— a little broken

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟎 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!!! 𝐣𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐫𝐲 || 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 || 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 || 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 || 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐜𝐮𝐦 || 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞

Jason always wore the jewelry you gave him. He never took it off, he hated taking it off. It was as though he was taking off the things that said he belonged to you, anything from his engagement ring to the simple leather rope bracelet around his wrist you had gotten him when you both were merely friends, saying, “It reminds me of you. It’s a little broken, like you, but still beautiful.”

Though slightly offended by the broken comment, you were right, and he loved it even more when you were right. The silver rope chain around his neck was embedded with small, tiny diamonds on each overlap of the metal you had custom made just for him as a four year anniversary gift, and he never once took it off, but today of course something had to happen.

He wore it over his hoodie today as he walked through the crowded streets, headphones blasting in his ears as he frantically looked from his phone screen to the tower that was merely a few buildings down. He was late, of course he was late. He had never been late to a meeting between the two of you ever, but of course, today he was late. Jason tugs at the chain, the diamond ring on his left ring finger making a gleam of light lead a path all the way to you.

Your light manipulation powers always came in handy, and it was probably why you bought him so much reflective jewelry. He grins as you giggled, waving before he felt a light pressure on the back of his neck and his hair moved. He turns around, catching the hand of a young boy who couldn’t have been more than fifteen staring up at him in fear.

“Really?” Jason interrogated, glaring at the young boy. “You don’t steal from someone’s neck, you little-”

“Jason,” your voice calms him, as always. You pull his hand away, smiling at the young boy before jerking your head towards the diner across the street, right across the tower you both lived in. “Are you hungry?”

Jason scoffs as you swat at him, the boy swallowing as your smile falters. “They got real good milkshakes.”

He shakes his head, sniffling. “N-No. I’m not poor, or whatever… just liked the necklace.”

Jason finally gets a good look at the boy. With the newest pair of Jordans on his feet and a gold Cuban link around his neck, all previous sympathy was gone. “Get fucking lost.”

“Jason,” you try to reason, but sigh as the boy runs off. “Little twerp. You try to be nice.”

Your fiancé puts an arm over your shoulders, whispering in your ear. “Some people don’t deserve your kindness, sweetie,” he kissed your skin softly, humming as he turned the both of you around to continue the walk towards the hotel. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Don’t be, so was I. Was getting you a present.” You say, Jason blushing madly.

“You get me too much, baby.”

“Yeah, but I like seeing you covered in what I get you,” you grin as the blush on his cheeks darken, leaning close to his ear. “Besides, this is something no one can steal because you’re never gonna be able to take it off.”

His cheeks flush once again as you run off, right into the tower making Jason chase after you. You weren’t anywhere in the lobby, so Jason quickly moved to the elevator and pressed the button to lead up to the floor of your shared apartment. He quickly walks out as soon as it beeps, pulling his key out of his pocket and unlocking it before walking in.

He inhaled deeply when he saw small boxes leading into your room, evenly spaced making his cheeks turn red. He knew he was supposed to be doing this for you, but you always beat him to it.

He slowly picks up the small boxes, holding them in large hands before seeing a larger box over the gray bed spread. Jason slowly sets down the smaller boxes before opening it, gulping when he sees the solid silver collar.

“Do you like it?” You whisper in his ear, kissing his shoulder softly as you take it out of the box. “It’s thin enough that it won’t hurt you, and you can’t see it when you’re wearing a collared shirt or hoodie. Thought it would be nice. Y-You don’t have to wear it, though, if it’s too-”

“Help me put it on.”

You do, a smile on your face as he slipped off his hoodie to reveal bare skin. Softly, you kissed his neck as you let the cold metal wrap around his neck, kissing his bone softly before clasping it together. You lock it with a key around your neck, humming as you rub his shoulder blades. “Do you like it?”

He nods, slowly grabbing a smaller box and opening it. “I love it, baby,” he takes out the charm, smiling as he reads it out loud. “Now why don’t you… make me into ‘Mommy’s Slut’?”

And you did. You sure as hell did.

He stared at you, eyes hazy as he stared at your pretty cunt that was right in front of his eyes. Your foot was on his shoulder, heel pushing him away from his trance like focus on your pretty pussy.

His chin was covered with arousal, your arousal, a mixture of his spit and your cum. The thick metal chain was in your hand as you pulled him closer, just a bit making him whine.

“You really want it, don’t you?”

He nods, whimpering. “Yes. Yes, please, I do. Please.”

You slowly let your leg lounge over his shoulder, letting it fall to wrap around his waist and pull his face up to yours. You lean up, kissing his lips as you slowly guide his cock into you with a whine. He groaned, gasping as you pressed a kiss to your nose. “There you go baby. Do what you want.”

“N-No… I can’t. I won’t be able to control it, don’t wanna hurt you.” He whined, but you shake your head.

“You won’t hurt me. Promise.”

He groaned as he slowly began to roll his hips, gasping as you let the chain tug softly to raise your hand above your head. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

You giggled as you threw your head back, his lips pressing firmly against your skin before you bite your lip. His lips kissed at your jaw, and you laughed as his hips slowly sped up. You gasped as he licked his teeth, his hips starting to thrust as your eyes rolled back.

Jason always fucked the best when he lost control.

You let your hands run through his hair, your walls clamping down tightly on his shaft and feeling every inch of his cock. Jason inhaled sharply, speaking. “Never gonna get tired of fucking you.”

You whined as his cock fucks you, spreading you out so well and his tip finding that perfect spongy area that just made everything perfect. You gasped, accidentally tugging too hard making him scream out, his cock pumping cum straight into you.

“Fuck, hahah. Didn’t expect that.”

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— Moon River

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟐 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝟎𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭! 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 || 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 || 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ||

𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟎𝐬. 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐢𝐬 ‘𝐬𝐞𝐭’ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟎𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞. (𝐑𝐏)

“You really need to loosen up,” Sam told Bucky, someone who was way too busy punching the foam person in front of him. “Like… you really need to. Desperately.”

“Not in the mood, Wilson.” Bucky huffs, panting as he jabs the fake person with a groan. “Not in the mood.”

“Yes, yes you do. Oh, is that Y/N?” His voice goes into a teasing, sing-songy tune as Bucky snaps around, just in time to see the trail of your black pencil skirt. He smiled, just in time for Sam to walk out and call your name. “Y/N! Bucky wants to talk to you honey.”

“Oh! Hey guys,” you grin as you walk in, holding up a binder. “Just doing some more research to help Tony out. He’s not an easy man.”

Bucky scoffs, nodding. “Not at all.” You look at him confused, making him quick to clarify. “He’s not an easy man. At all.”

You giggled, nodding as Sam looks over at you. “Hey, you working tonight?”

“Yes! I am, you guys finally gonna come?” You questioned, Bucky looking at you confused.

“Come to what?”

You were about to tell him before Sam interjects, grinning. “It’s a surprise.”

You giggled, humming. “Well then. I’ll see you both tonight!” You waved as you walked out, Bucky unable to tear his eyes away from your figure with tight office wear barely hiding your silhouette.

“What the hell is she talking about?” Bucky asks Sam who hums, shrugging.

“Not telling. Go back to punching the fake man and I’ll get you an outfit ready for tonight. You are not going to embarrass me by going to this place in a flannel.” He walks out as Bucky smiles, turning and like Sam said, going back to punching the fake man.

You had always been scared of Bucky attending one of your shows. You wore his favorite color, as always you rotated between the three and settled on red today, before peaking out to see him sitting right in the front row with a sleek suit. You gulped as you watched him sip on the glass of whiskey sour, a drink you got him hooked on.

It was more formal than his regular beer, and you could see his Adam's apple bob as he gulped it down. He raises his glass, looking back to make sure Bonnie, the bartender, saw him. He speaks to Sam as you slowly look at the crowd, your heart beating so loudly you were sure he and his heightened senses could hear it.

He makes eye contact with you, his eyes widening before he smiles. You smile back, waving before Bonnie brings him his cup, his cheeks already rosy. You couldn’t tell if Bucky was blushing or tipsy, but he whispers something to her before she nods and walks off.

You sneak back into the changing room, your stomach twisting before Bonnie comes behind you with an envelope. “From your admirer, and it came,” she pulled out a large bouquet of roses from… somewhere, and giggled. “With a note! He’s such a sweetheart, honey! Oh, he literally asked me to have whiskey sours on standby so he wouldn’t have to get up and miss any part of your set.”

You couldn’t help but blush, slowly inhaling the scent of the flowers before nodding. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! You’re on in five minutes, I’m sure he’s excited,” she giggles as she walks off, leaving you alone to finally finish up your makeup and put on your headpiece.

You inhale deeply as you fix some of the red lipstick, smiling before someone calls your name. You stand, slowly fixing your smooth dress before walking out. You were glad to hear the cheers, Bucky’s beautiful eyes staring straight into yours.

You smile at him, giggling. “Moon River is a very important song to me,” you say into the microphone, Bucky smiling widely. “Because it’s a very important song to the person I love the most.”

When the music starts, you sway softly, holding the microphone, but gasping when movement starts inside of you. The vibrator had been inside you all day long, you were so used to it, but now it’s moving. It was a slight vibration, nothing you couldn’t handle, but it still made your legs shake. As you start to sing, you look at Bucky and let your hands rest on your stomach before rubbing a path to your hips.

Sam next to him was smiling, his eyes closed as he listened to your smooth voice. As childhood friends, you both saw each other as siblings, and the both of you found out extremely quickly after dating in middle school.

“Oh dream maker

You heart breaker

Wherever you’re goin’

I’m goin’ your way…”

You sang in a way Bucky could listen to for hours, his head tilting back as he downed the last sip of whiskey sour and holding his hand up to get a new one. Bonnie replaces it as your eyes move around the crowd, many old men staring at you like starved animals. It made Bucky pissed, the fact you were looking at people who only wanted to use you for something they wanted. He turns up the dial on the remote in his hand, smiling as you turn to look at him with a gasp for breath, raising the glass at you before taking a swig.

This was his fifth whiskey sour here. He wanted to get at least a little hit so he could avoid everything there was to enjoy about your show without having stiffness, and damn was he enjoying himself. Only people who knew your true voice would know it was strained, or the fact the slight bend in your knees was you chasing stability.

“Is she okay?” Sam whispered, Bucky grinning as he slowly turned the dial back down.

“Yeah. Yeah, our girl’s doing great.”

You inhale deeply.

“Waiting’ round the bend

My, huckleberry friend

Moon river

And me…” you continue to hum along with the tune in the background, slowly getting into the soft melody and swaying, staring straight at Bucky who obviously wanted your attention.

His mind was so blurred. Normally, he would have to get to at least eight to feel something, but whatever liquor they were using here - it was the good shit. He would probably realize that whenever he got the bill that each one was worth almost twenty two dollars, and that Bonnie had been giving him some extra whiskey to loosen him up a bit - of course because he said it was okay.

“Moon river

Wider than a mile

I’m crossing you in style

Some day

Oh, dream maker

You heart breaker…

Wherever you’re goin’

I’m goin’ your way…”

Your voice was breathy, echoey in the most beautiful way ever to give the illusion of a harmony, but it was just you. Everything was just you, and it was perfect. He inhaled deeply as you nudge your hair back by moving your hair, the song finally ending as you blew a kiss at Bucky.

Sam cheers loudly as everyone else claps calmly, your best friend and his sister yelling out, “That’s my best friend! Go bestie!”

You giggled, gasping as Bucky slowly turns up the dial and makes eye contact with you.

He mouths, “Backroom. Now.”

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— favorite color

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫! 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫! 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓 𝐘 𝐏 𝐄 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐂 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 - 𝟐.𝟏 𝐤

𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 - 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤’𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭! 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐂 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 || 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞 || 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 || 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 || 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 || 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 || 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱 || 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 || 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 || 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ||

Dick was nervous.

Why wouldn’t he be? You were the most perfect woman he had ever seen on camera, talented in both the adult entertainment industry and in your normal career path. He wasn’t stupid, he did his research. He knew exactly what you liked and what you didn’t, and that you never slept with someone who wasn’t appealing to the eye or didn’t have a big dick.

Thankfully, Dick thought he ticked both boxes. You wouldn’t have said yes if he didn’t.

He got to your penthouse, softly knocking on the door before knocking more firmly. He doesn’t hear anything for a minute so he knocks again, or tries to before the door opens.

“Sorry! Took me a minute, had to avoid the puppies.” You grin at him, Dick slightly shocked at how kind you were.

You were so dominant, so sexually skilled vocally and physically in your videos, he didn’t expect you to be this… normal. He stutters for a minute, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you giggled.

“You’re Dick, right?” You asked him, his nod confirming your suspicions. “I’m Y/N. You probably know me as Angel, though.”

Angel Thorne, who didn’t know you?

“Y-Yeah. I’m Dick.”

“Well, come in! Meet the crew, the dogs are fixing to be picked up and then we’ll start. You know your role, right?” You asked, leaving the door open for him to follow you inside.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do,” he answers, clearing his throat softly as he steps inside, the barking making him smile. Three white puppies were curled on the couch, perfectly groomed and snuggled up with the crew. “Hi, nice to meet you guys.”

They all grin at him, waving. It wasn’t unusual for most of them to be men, besides Donna who was Dick’s agent.

“You already know Donna, but this is Barry Allen, he’s my agent. Jimmy Olsen is our main cameraman, and then to help him out is Mon-El and Oliver Queen.” You explained as Donna smiles, waving.

All of the people sitting down were some of the most famous and the most skilled in the industry, it was no wonder they were working for you. When someone knocks, you quickly clap your hands. “That must be the caretaker for my dogs! C’mon guys! Let me just get them gone and then we can start getting ready.”

Everyone nods as you walk away, the three balls of white rushing after you as you giggled. Dick sets down his bag, Barry rising to shake his hand. “Nice to finally meet you in person! Only ever seen your work, those solo vids do quite a number for you.”

“Don’s idea. She’s the brains,” Dick explains, slowly sitting down as they immediately jump into a well flowing conversation. All the tension in the room was gone, and when Donna’s phone rang, everyone knew it was time to get to work. “Time to get started?”

“Time to get started,” you confirm, a smile on your face as everyone stands to get to work. You pull Dick to the side, specifically into a room that was way too clean to be an actual home. “So, as you’ve probably guessed, this isn’t my actual house. It’s where I shoot my videos, we just do some decorating for each new video. I wanted to talk to you about some of the stuff we’re gonna do in this shoot, to make sure you’re okay with it?”

Dick nods, smiling as she sits down on the bed. “Yeah, Donna went over some of the stuff with me. It’s more if you’re okay with it.”

She laughs, shrugging. “Yeah, well most people don’t think like that. Still, though, thank you. Anyways, the shoot of course has the plot, free use for you. Anyways, the main thing is that I want to make sure you’re okay with is cumming inside?”

“Are you okay with it?” Dick asked in response, watching you giggle.

“Yes, honey, I’m okay with it.”

“Then yes, I am.”

You giggled again, grabbing his hand to tug him in front of you. “You are by far one of the nicest men in the industry I’ve ever met,” you say, smiling up at him. “You ready to fuck?”

“Yes actually, I am. Thank you for asking,” you giggled at his words, Dick smiling as you stood. “Are these clothes okay?”

“Can you get your dick out quick?”

“…yes.”

“Then yes. I’d start working yourself now, that way our first shot in the kitchen can be quick and then we can move around the apartment. Sounds good?” You ask and he nods, you click your tongue. “Good. I'm going to change. What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue.”

You smiled as you walked out, Dick slowly unzipping his pants to pull out his cock. He listens to your advice, slowly pumping himself with a soft hiss. When he starts getting hard, he goes faster, careful just to edge himself, but never to release. He groaned softly, thinking of your pretty lips that would soon be wrapped around his cock so lusciously.

He quickly tucked in his dick when the door opened, turning to smile at Mon-El who grins. “You ready?”

“More than ready.”

“You know her signs, right?” He asks as they walk out, Dick looking at him confused, making him nod. “Okay. So, most of the time she grabs hands during sessions. One squeeze means she’s okay, and two means to cut what you’re doing then and there. Normally it’s with things like choking, if you’re too rough she’ll squeeze twice and so on. Does that make sense?”

Dick nods as they both walk into the kitchen, Donna already gone as she had some other stuff to deal with. You stood near the island, a beautiful dark blue dress on, exactly his favorite color.

So that’s why you asked.

You grin at him, setting down your phone as you pull out a folder. “You remember what you signed, right?”

“I do.” Dick confirms as you hand the folder to him.

“Your copies. Anyways, let’s get started.”

After everything was prepared, Jimmy started recording you bending over the island, your pretty ass all pushed out for him. The set was mainly supposed to be about sex, unlike the other porns you’ve done, so there wasn’t much plot besides the fact you were basically a free use for Dick for the next couple of hours.

You felt him come behind you, his hand softly kneading your bare ass as he leaned close to your ear. “Thought I told you to be waiting at the door for me next time.”

You cleared your throat softly, humming. “I didn’t know you had gotten home. I’m sorry.”

This was a continuation of when you had a meeting with a realtor, of course that was fake and just for the set, where you played a girl who had nowhere else to go with no money and had to of course be free to use as payment. You whimpered as he slowly held your throat, his hand easily wrapping around you as he pressed a kiss to your ear.

“This isn’t going to be a problem, is it?”

“No, no of course not.” His other hand slips into yours, squeezing softly to make you squeeze back in response once. “I promise. I promise, it won’t be. Please, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?”

He groaned as you pushed your ass into him, his dick sliding straight between your thighs as you let out a giggle. “Will that make up for it?”

“Just a bit,” he grins as he slowly pushes you against the island, his other hand undoing the buttons that held the straps of your dress. He pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck, sucking and biting softly as he slowly guided his cock into you. “Gonna fuck you like a whore, sweetheart.”

You screamed out as he snapped his hips forward, the hand not around your throat groping and kneading at your tits. Your eyes rolled back as he slowly rolled his hips, groaning against your skin as you moaned. He had been dreaming about fucking you since he started in the industry, ever since he had a job as a broadcaster on a masturbating website, he had been cumming to your videos when you were doing the exact same thing. The both of you were big, so it was bound to happen at some point, even if he was a newbie.

You let out a string of loud moans as he begins to thrust his hips, your clit rubbing against the edge of the island roughly which made everything so much better. You normally went over the top in these shoots, moaning loudly and whining when their dick wasn’t that good, but the whole point was that Dick’s was.

He was one of the best fucks you’ve ever had.

You put your hand over his, signaling him to choke you harder as he pushed you over the edge of the marble countertop. His roughness makes you whine, gasping as you continue to let out loud moans, his strong hips making you grind into the edge. “You’re such a fucking whore. Wanting me to choke you like this and grinding on the counter like I’m not fucking a baby into you.”

You let out a loud scream as he slammed you forward, his hand still around your throat with the other softly squeezing your ass to ask permission. You squeeze his wrist once, eyes rolling back as he slams his hand down on your ass, once, twice.

Your vision began to blur from the force of his choking, but you didn’t care. Tears start to brim as he leans forward, kissing your cheek softly, which highly contrasts the strong thrusting of his hips. “C’mon, be a good whore for me. Scream baby, I know you want to.”

Oh you did want to.

“Yes, yes!” You chant it as though it was sacred, his hand loosening to let you gasp in air. You whined, holding his wrist tightly before squeezing once.

Your eyes roll back as he slams his hand back onto your ass, his balls slapping against your skin as he groaned into your ear. “Your pussy’s so fucking good. So, so fucking good. Can’t wait to make you have my fucking babies.”

You squeeze his wrist, oh how much you loved it when they talked like this, but Dick just made it so much better.

“I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum!”

“No you’re not,” he growled, his hand tightening as the other found your clit, rubbing softly before patting it. You squeeze his wrist, his hand slapping your cunt to make you scream out. “Not gon’ cum until I breed you over and over like a whore. You understand me?”

You whined as his fingers slowly pushed against your lips, your mouth slowly opening to suck on his digits. You choke as he pushes them deep, the tips of his fingers already down your throat as his hips begin to stutter, even if the pace is still relentless.

Tears were already flowing down your cheeks, saliva covering his fingers and dripping down your chin. He groans, his hips speeding up, chasing his high as he releases his grip on your throat, cursing as his cum fills you up.

He pulls his hand out of your mouth, your tongue dragging along his palm before you kiss his fingertips with a giggle. He slowly pulled out, taking his soaked fingers and slowly pushing the dripping cum straight back into your cunt.

“Go to the room, yeah?” He asks you as you shakily stand, nodding as Jimmy snaps his fingers.

“Great shot guys! Got damn, Dick, didn’t think you’d have that in you. Best fucking I’ve ever seen,” Jimmy says with a smile, before humming. “Well, you’re tied with one person, but anyways. We’ll move to the bedroom.”

They start moving the cameras as you shakily lean against the island, panting as Dick slowly lifts you up to sit on the counter. “You need some water?”

“Please,” you smile, watching as he opens the refrigerator to grab you a water bottle. He opens it for you, holding it to your lips as you drink from his hand. You slowly sip as he hums, slowly stroking your hair.

“Enough?”

You nod as he slowly pulls the water away, kissing the back of your hand. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles back, slowly capping the water bottle as you laugh.

“You, Dick Grayson,” you lean forward, kissing his lips. “Are the best partner I’ve ever had.”

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