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missjaystone · 3 years

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Old Faces

Summary: The love of his life, the one that got away, finally comes back into Sam’s life and he loves the life they build together, but something... is off... Word Count: 2,490 Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader Warnings: Angst, panic attack, anxiety attack, implied smut

(Hate to do this to my man Sam, I love him to death and he deserves the entire universe. Part one of two. (Find Part 2 here))

Sam could never forget the first time he met you; Riley brought him home after their first tour together since Sam didn't have a family to come home to. Not that Riley had one either, he only had one person; his goddaughter, you. Sam had a pretty good idea of who you were since, according to him, Riley never shut up about you. He was so proud of you; you got into Quantico at 21, two years younger than their typical admission age of 23! You picked them up at the airport in late November, almost a week before Thanksgiving and you wore jeans with a dark blue hoodie, the words 'FBI Quantico' written in white on the front. You were vibrant, full of life and excitement. By the time Thanksgiving was over and he was going to his own place, he was head over heels in love with you. The only guilt he had was that you were only 23 at the time, more than 15 years his junior. By the time he'd worked up the nerve to ask Riley for permission, they were already due for their second tour; it'd have to wait until they got back. But, they never came back, Riley never came back. The same Sam Wilson that left was not the man who returned.

Five feet was all that was between him and the love of his life. Five feet between him and the one that got away, the one he never thought he'd see again. You just waltzed right into the VA, out of all the Veterans Affairs offices in the entire city of New York and you just walked right into the one he worked at in his free time, when he wasn't busy being an Avenger. He hadn't seen you in at least five, maybe seven years and he could see how you'd changed just in the way that you moved and conversed with the receptionist. You'd gained some muscle mass, that much was obvious even with your jacket on. You must've injured your left shoulder too, he could tell moving it too much or too quickly was painful, or at the very least uncomfortable. You wore a tired expression on your face, but not tired like you hadn't gotten enough sleep, tired like you'd just gotten out after fighting an unwinnable battle for too long. He knew exactly how that tired felt. Something about the moment seemed not-quite-right, it felt off. He couldn't place it so he ignored it.

So he approached you hesitantly, giving a small wave to get your attention; he'd learned his lesson about startling soldiers when Bucky nearly choked him for entering the living room and sitting on the couch too quietly. He watched you look over him for a brief second before recognition his and you nearly tackled him in a hug. He heard you groan quietly at the sudden movement but just tried to avoid adding pressure to your shoulder when he returned the tight hug "you're a sight for sore eyes, (y/n)." "So are you Sam, is this where you've been hiding?" You asked him with a teasing smile. "Sam Wilson never hides, what about you? Where the hell have you been?" He countered with a wide grin. "All over the place; DC, New Orleans, and now with any luck, New York permanently," you answered him, the two of you walking slowly as you conversed. "What do you do these days? And what brings you here?" He was curious as to where you'd been all these years. He hoped to god you weren't already married.

"Hm, I wonder what could possibly bring me to the Department of Veterans Affairs, I can't quite place my finger on it," you sarcastically thought out loud, making him roll his eyes. He was still smiling "very funny, I meant New York." "Work. I've been going around to different colleges teaching things like military history, strategic intelligence, and general polemology, and I just landed a more permanent position at Columbia," you answered with a casual shrug. He started to ask where you served but Steve calling him stopped that "Sam, we're needed at the tower!" He sighed quietly and sent you an apologetic smile "give me your number and we'll-" He paused, looking at you in shock when he saw his phone in your hand. You gave it back after a couple of seconds and smiled "old habits die hard, we'll get together later." "You need to stop pickpocketing people," he said as he smirked at you before jogging over to his friend.

Sam finally got back to you a week and a half later and you two caught up over coffee. He was repeatedly left awestruck when you told him about what you'd been up to. Gradually, your get-togethers turned from getting coffee two or three times a week to grabbing dinner and just getting together to talk and reconnect. It took a while and a lot of prodding from Bucky and Steve before he finally asked you on a proper date. He actually asked you out on Riley's birthday, you both had a laugh at that. Your dates were frequent, mainly whenever his Avenger schedule allowed it. He couldn't wait to introduce you to everyone, he watched as you easily blended in with and meshed with everyone. It was perfect. You were perfect. Still, something seemed not-quite-right, it felt off. Yet, he still couldn't place it so he ignored it.

A year together flew by before either of you knew it. He'd already been contemplating when the perfect moment would happen but now, watching you look over the entire city from the Empire State Building Observation Deck with the sun setting behind you, he knew there'd never be a better time. He'd commit this moment to his memory for the rest of time. He got down on one knee while you were looking through one of the telescopes and took the little velvet box out of his pocket. He could see a few people stopping to watch out of his peripheral vision. When you finally did let go of the telescope and looked at him, you were visibly shocked "Sam? Are you-" You couldn't even finish the question as your eyes started to water when he nodded. His smiling face looked up at you as he, and all of the onlookers gathered around, desperately waited for a response. He watched as you nodded quickly, letting the happy tears fall "yes, hell yes!" He and the group that congregated around you cheered as he picked you up and spun you happily. He pointed over to where Redwing had been perched on a pole "Steve's been manning him so I could have this on video for us." You just laughed and pulled him into a kiss, feeling like you were both on cloud nine. This would be one of the greatest moments of his life. Still, something still felt off. He continued ignoring it. It must've been a little paranoia, so he brushed it off.

Both the wedding and the reception were small and intimate. Tony offered the compound for the tower for the venue and with much help from Pepper, he turned it into the most beautiful place you'd ever seen. Wanda, Pepper, and Natasha helped you pick out a wedding dress. While the three of them were eager to help you and Sam pick and plan, Steve and Bucky stepped back since they didn't have a clue. They helped Sam get the perfect suit; navy blue suit and jacket, white dress shirt, and a dark maroon tie. Planning started in January, a month after he proposed and you wed in May. He nearly cried when he saw you walking down the aisle, clearly holding himself back. You, however, didn't hold any tears back when you two exchanged vows, having to stop yourself at least eight times when you recited your own. Somehow, Vision got ordained, but nobody asked questions. The kiss you two shared was perfect, this was without a doubt, the absolute greatest moment of his life. Except, it felt off. But Sam was far too happy to pay any mind to the feeling he'd grown so used to ignoring.

Despite you and Sam both insisting a weekend away would be a good honeymoon, everyone wanted to send you off to somewhere nice for a couple of weeks. After collective brainstorming, they decided on and booked you two a 14-day all-inclusive honeymoon in Santorini, Greece. You were both pushed onto the Quinjet before you could object at all. Someone had already packed bags for both of you and loaded them on. The ride wasn't as long as you thought it would be and Clint bid you both goodbye and good luck. The hotel room was opulent; it was decorated beautifully with paintings and native flora and fauna, rose petals on the bed, a chilled bottle of champagne sat on the table; it honestly felt like a dream. "Well, Mrs. Wilson, shall we?" Sam asked but when you tried to step into the room, he picked you up bridal style and carried you inside. He set you down on the bed gently but quickly positioned himself over you, his forearm holding him up with his free hand stroked your cheek, looking into your eyes with such love and adoration it almost made you cry again. "I love you so much, and I always will," he whispered softly as he trailed kisses from your lips down along your jawline and to your neck. "I love you too, Sammy, more than anything," your voice was quiet, your mind too focused on the way he was kissing and paying special attention to that one sweet spot on your neck.

For the first three days, you and Sam spent the entire time in your hotel room, intertwined with each other in an intimate dance. Exploring the island was incredible, Sam loved watching you admire everything and really take in the culture. He never missed an opportunity to take new pictures of you. You were sending plenty of pictures to the team, thanking them a million times over for this gift. Sam particularly enjoyed watching you in the crystal clear turquoise waters. Watching you was like being ensnared by a siren's song, and it was a song he never wanted to end. Reality felt off but he'd long ago accepted it was just his subconscious waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Sam, wake up," your voice said as Sam was lightly shaken. Except, it wasn't exactly your voice, it sounded... off. He turned over and went to toss his arm around your waist and pull you close but was met with nothing. He furrowed his brows and looked around the room for you. Nothing. "(Y/n)?" Sam called as he got out of bed, pulling on whatever was closest to him. No answer. You weren't in the room or the bathroom, you weren't on the patio. He knows you would've left a note if you had gone somewhere. He starts to worry, he grabs his phone and scrolls through his contacts for your number but it's not there, neither are your text messages to each other; your pictures together are gone too. Even as Sam starts to full-on panic, he sees things around him starting to fade away; when he tries to grab something for stability, his hand goes through it. Soon, with everything gone, he's left in a white space with nothing around him. "Sam?" A distorted voice calls out, it's too masculine to be yours.

It sounds familiar, almost like Steve but not quite. "Sam, we need you to wake up right now," another equally distorted voice says and he swears he feels like someone lightly slapped his face. "Somebody go get Bruce!" a third voice calls, more of an order than a request; it was feminine but not yours, it sounded a bit like Natasha but not quite. "His vitals are spiking quite rapidly, he could be in danger very soon if we don't wake him up immediately," a digitalized voice said. Was it Vision, maybe?

Before Sam knew what was happening, he jolted up to a sitting position, gasping for breath. He was in his room at the Tower, everyone around him. He was soaking wet now and Bucky was holding an empty bucket behind his back. His eyes darted around the room anxiously as he questioned rapidly "where is she? What happened? How'd I just get here?" "Whoa, whoa, Sam, where's who?" Steve asked calmly as he gave his friend a towel. "What do you mean 'who'? My wife! My soulmate! Where's (y/n)?" He questioned, his anxious state making it come out harsher than he intended. Everyone still in the room shared a curious look before Steve cleared his throat "you aren't married Sam. You said you weren't feeling well last night so you went to bed early; you've been asleep for almost a whole 24 hours. We all rushed in when we started hearing things, then we heard screaming." Steve explained with a small frown. "We've been trying to wake you up for half an hour, whatever you were dreaming about must've been nuts," Bucky said, earning a look from Steve.

"His vitals are returning to normal, FRIDAY will keep a close eye though," Vision stated. Sam now sat in his bed in deep contemplative silence. "Do you need anything?" Steve asked, setting a hand on his friend's shoulder comfortingly. Sam shook his head after a long minute "no, I think I just need to be alone for a bit to process." Steve nodded and headed for the door, Bucky following with Wanda and Clint in tow. Natasha sent him a small smile and stopped on her way out "call any one of us if you need something, anything at all." He nodded, watching her close the door behind her. He felt a lump in his throat; the best year of his life was a dream. The love of his life, his soulmate, coming back into his life was a dream. He wanted to yell, punch something, cry, rip his hair out, do something/anything to get rid of the pit he felt in his heart now. He wasn't going on without you anymore, he'd done his best to forget and suppress so you could find someone who didn't have nearly two decades on you but he couldn't anymore. He knew you were his soulmate when he first met you but he suppressed it, assuming it was misplaced affection. He knew when he and Riley shipped out for the second time that you were his soulmate because now, he wasn't fighting for the country out of respect or loyalty, he was fighting so you specifically could have a good be safe in this country. Now, he absolutely knew you and him were meant to be together, and he was going to find you. He couldn't bear the pain of knowing who his soulmate was and not having you.

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Salty Baby

Chapter three

Authors note- From now on please read the warnings as the chapters will be explicit. If you want in on the taglist let me know.

Please do not repost or steal my work. Reblogs are welcome.

Summary- When you moved to New York in hopes of living a glamorous life this isn’t what you expected. Steve offers to help you but your pride gets in the way. Pride isn’t going to pay your rent and college loans.

Pairing- Steve Rogers x reader

Warning- smut, loss of virginity, virgin reader, misuse of cucumbers, sugar daddy/baby themes

Word count- 3k

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Over the next month you saw Steve thrice, sometimes four times a week. He insisted on planning and paying for the dates. He bought you flowers or chocolates every time he saw you.

It was strange initially, but now you were used to it. Considering the era he was from it made sense that he wished to take care of you.

Tonight was a movie date. Those were his favorite. He said that they were timeless and reminded him of his childhood.

“That was nice. A happily ever after. Such wish fulfillment” you scoffed referring to the romcom you had just seen.

You were walking hand in hand with him, with no destination in mind. You wanted to ask him to show you his home, maybe that could lead to more things but you didn’t want to seem desperate.

It was strange to be with him. You felt things you never thought you could.

You’d feel your entire body trembling, when he dipped down to kiss you, squeeze your hips, touch your lower back or hell even just smile at you.

It’s not like you didn’t see him yearn for you. Not that there was much about you to yearn for. You had caught him staring at your cleavage twice. Both times he got so red you were afraid he’d combust. You were pretty sure you felt his eyes on your ass.

But he was old fashioned and a gentleman. He wanted to court you, to treat you like a proper lady. If only he knew just how unladylike you were.

You were apprehensive about dating a 100 year old initially. That whole thing was still bizarre. Steve didn’t act like a hundred year old, not most of the times anyway. Any unsuspecting person would just assume he’s a regular guy.

“How about Sunday?”, you suggested when you were both discussing when to meet again.

“Ah Sunday...” He trailed of running his hands through his hair. “I’m going to DC to see a friend.”

“Oh” You knew he wouldn’t be at your beck and call every time you wanted him to be. The thought of not seeing him was still disheartening. Your schedule was packed after Sunday with work and classes. “That’s alright!” You faked some enthusiasm to hide your disappointment. It wasn’t his job to make sure you’re always happy.

“Yeah. Maybe I could take you sometime? She'd love to meet you” He asked with a sheepish smile.

“You talk about me?” You smirked. Feeling some pride creep up in you “Who is she?”

“Her names Peggy. I knew her before the ice”

All color fell from your face. You knew who Peggy Carter was. You had read about her while researching Steve. She was ,apparently in love with him. You didn’t know if Steve returned her feelings.

You hadn’t really talked about her or past relationships yet. Of course there had to be something wrong. No one is ever as perfect as Steve Rogers. He was still hung up on his ex girlfriend. Were you just a placeholder for her? Someone he could use to move on?

“What’s wrong?” He asked. You shook your head trying to evade the question looking away from him. “You don’t want me seeing her?”

“No. I can’t tell you what to do. It’s just... do you still have feelings for her?” You asked even if you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the truth.

“I... I used to. I was angry I didn’t get to have a dance with her. But then I realized how happy she is. She lived a fulfilling life. And I’m happy for her. She’s just a friend I promise” He held your hand with his looking at you with a pout. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. “I have feelings for you” He continued when you refused to talk “In fact” he stood up straighter if he was going to do this he will do it properly “I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend”

You blurt out a quick laugh smothering your mouth with your hand. He furrowed his brows at you. “No ones asked me that before it’s... weird. But a good kind of weird”

“So that’s a yes?”

You smiled brightly at him. Perfect innocent Steve Rogers. “Yes. And you’ll be my boyfriend?” you cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing further. “I’m sorry it’s just so cheesy. I guess we’re going to be that cheesy gross couple”

“I could get behind that” He returned your smile. Bending down slightly to give you your routine goodbye kiss.

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Steve hadn’t heard from you for over a week. He knew you’d be busy so he kept his phone calls short. He couldn’t stop himself from worrying about you. You sounded so exhausted. He wished there was a way for him to help you.

He dailed you number on his phone. Hoping to sneak in a quick good night. Maybe if you weren’t tired you could talk like you used to.

“Hello” You picked up your voice hoarse. He could hear traffic in the background.

“Hey. What are you doing out so late?” He had told you to call him to pick you up if you were out late. But of course you’d refuse to accept any kind of help.

“I don’t know” You voice broke. You were sobbing trying to calm yourself down.

“Where are you? I’ll come get you” He quickly got up getting his jacket on.

“No... I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I’m fine really”

He used his ‘captain voice’ as Tony called it and sternly said your name. “Where are you?”

After some convincing you told him where you were. He asked you to wait for him. In less than twenty minutes he was with you.

He took in you state. Your eyes and nose red. It was obvious you were crying for quite a while. Your eyes bore black circles. He felt his heart swell in his chest. He should've known something was wrong.

You were in no mood to talk. He got you on his Harley and drove home. He would get some tea in you and make you comfortable before he asks what’s wrong with you.

He was waiting for you on his couch staring at your empty tea cup. You hadn’t said a word since you both got home. You refused to even look at him. He didn’t take it personally he knew something was going on with you. After what felt like hours you got out of the bathroom sitting beside him on the couch.

“You ready to talk?” He knew he shouldn’t press you too much but you shouldn’t be keeping things bottled up either.

“I just had a fight with Anna. She doesn’t want me to leave. She needs me there to help take care of her kids. Which is so ridiculous. I pay her rent I don’t have to look after her rugrats” you huffed looking at him. The tea and his presence calmed you a bit. “Thanks for being there for me”

“Always” He smiled lacing your fingers with his “You can stay here as long as you like. Nobody should treat you like that” he said kissing your knuckles.

You both cuddled on the couch a bit. He stroked your hair hoping to sooth you a bit. Watching some show on the TV. You couldn’t care to remember. All you could think about were his arms around you. His hot breath behind your ears. His fingers drawing random patterns on your stomach. You couldn’t even remember what you were upset about. You sighed feeling yourself sink further into him.

“You wanna go to bed?” He drawled hastily getting you off of his lap. You stared at him confused. He sat up straight licking his lips. “You can take the bed. I’ll take the couch” He stood up heading towards his bedroom.

You followed behind him with purpose. He collected a pillow and a blanket wishing you a good night heading back towards the living room. You stood in front of him blocking him.

“You could just sleep here you know?” You said as seductively as you could.

“Well I can’t have you sleeping on the couch”

Perfect, innocent, clueless Steve. “I meant we both sleep here”

“Oh. Are you sure?” he asked putting the pillow back on his bed. “I really don’t mind...” He was cut off by your lips attacking his pulling on them with your teeth.

After the mild shock wore off he pulled you into him by pulling at your waist. He let you slip your tongue in his mouth.

“Wait” He broke the kiss shaking his head to clear it. You looked at him with your eyes dark with lust. “Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure. I’ve never been so sure about anything”

You both settled on his bed with you straddling his lap. You pulled at the hem of his t-shirt he helped you by pulling it off tossing it somewhere.

“Wait-“ You broke the kiss when you felt him sneak his hand up your shirt.

“What? what’s wrong?” he panicked. Putting some distance between you to look at you face.

“It’s just.. I’ve never done this before.” You said looking down at your thighs wrapped around his hips. “I just wanted you to know in case you thought I wasn’t good at it” You shrugged nonchalantly.

He gave you a small nod. He was unsure of the entire situation now. You were vulnerable, he would feel as if he was taking advantage of you.

He cleared his throat trying to think straight. He cock was already straining in his pants from your kisses and heavy petting.

“Then I need to make it special for you doll” He quickly corrected himself saying your name. He knew you didn’t like nicknames but sometimes he couldn’t help it. “Take you out to a fancy dinner. Flowers and everything. Maybe we could take that horse carriage through Central Park”

You smiled at the childlike excitement in his voice. His twinkling blue eyes looking into yours shyly. Afraid he’d gone too far.

“You can call me anything you like”, you said pecking his lips “It doesn’t have to be any more special. It’s already special because it’s with you” You lightly scratch his scalp the way you knew he liked.

He leaned into your touch extremely tempted to give in.

“Besides it’s not like I’m saving myself for someone. I was just always too busy with something. I’m not technically a virgin. A cucumber did the deed long ago”

He stared at you shocked with wide eyes. He had learnt some things about modern sex toys. But this was something new. “A cucumber?” He asked titling his head more curious than anything. He felt himself heating up at the thought of you pushing it in and out of you. Making yourself cum with it. He shifted a bit when he felt his pants becoming even more uncomfortable.

“Anything’s a dildo if you’re brave enough” you smirked grinding your hips on his erection making him grunt. His put his hands on your hips to still you. “I’m glad it’s with you though” You gave him a tender look hoping to convince him.

He took a few deep breaths to steady himself. He couldn’t think with his head since all his blood was flowing elsewhere. Here you were, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, sitting on his lap asking him to make love to you. Only an idiot would say no to you.

You got tired of him staring at you, choosing to leave some hickeys on his neck. He moaned when you sucked on a spot below his ear. You pulled his earlobe between your lips giving it a few soft sucks.

But then he realized. He could smell you. Smell your arousal. Timidly he snaked his hand inside your panties. His breath hitching when he felt your wet pussy. You whined into his neck. Putting your hand on top of his pushing it deeper into you.

He can have something for himself at least this once. He decided to be selfish with you. He could only be Americas golden boy for so long. Even if he didn’t deserve you, your innocence, you were willing to give it to him. It was good enough for him.

He pushed you down on the bed, your head hitting the pillow. Taking his hand out of your pants he sucked his fingers quickly to clean them. You lifted your hips to help him take off your pants.

You looked down and cringed at the brown cotton panties you were wearing. Had you known you were going to fuck your dream guy for the first time you would’ve wore something more pretty.

He didn’t seem bothered by it. Kissing your mould over your panties. He pulled down his pants along with his boxers. You sat up on your elbows throwing your shirt in the growing pile of clothes around you.

His mouth dropped open at the sight of your bare breasts. You pinched your right nipple rolling it between your fingers just to goad him a bit. You wondered how far you could push him.

He grabbed your wrist pinning it beside your head peppering kisses all over your clavicle and chest.

“So beautiful” he’d mutter here and there. Your back arched into him when you felt him suck on your nipple. You took a sharp breath when he softly bit it.

You pushed on his head. Trying to get him to give you what you really needed.

He released your nipple with a pop. “What? You want somethin'?” he drawled out and you knew you were in trouble.

You pathetically nodded your head, not so subtly pushing on his shoulder.

He finally gave in. Moving down while leaving open mouthed kisses on your stomach. He pulled down your panties, spreading your legs to settle between them. You tried to grab onto the short hair on the back of his head to brace yourself.

He chose to make you wait some more by leaving kisses on the inside of your thighs. You whined loudly when you felt him smirk against your thigh.

“Alright alright” He finally gave in taking in the sight of your pussy. He could stare at it all he wants later he needed to tend at your needs right now.

He gave you a few kitten licks, exploring to see what you liked best. He pushed his tongue inside of you licking it up towards you clit. He pushed you down on the bed to stop you from squirming, not too harshly he needed to remember he was much stronger than you. A thought that only fuelled his lust.

You came all over his tongue holding onto your pillow clutching it tightly in your hands. You screamed and thrashed for a few minutes before slowly coming down from your high.

You jerked a bit when you felt his fingers tracing your entrance. You opened your eyes to see him looming over you staring at your face. You moaned when you felt his finger inside you. He pumped it in and out of you before adding another.

“Gotta get you ready doll” You whined again at his words. You never thought your innocent Brooklyn boy could so easily turn your putty in his hands.

You bit your lip staring into his eyes. You squeezed his bicep stopping him.

“I wanna come on you” You mumbled shyly wrapping your hand around his length. You didn’t get a good look at it yet. But it felt long and thick. Bigger than anything you had put inside you. You stroked it slowly.

“Shit” He cursed dropping his head in your neck. “I don’t have a condom” He groaned when your strokes became faster. He pulled at your hand to still you or he’d come on the spot.

“It’s ok. I’ve been on the pill for years” you said stroking his hair as he sucked at your neck.

“Are you sure?” he asked again aligning his dick to your pussy.

“Yes I’m sure. Fuck me” He kneeled between your legs spreading them a bit wider. You took a moment to look at him. His defined abs, bulging biceps, hard pink nipples (you needed to get your mouth on them) you breathed shakily bracing yourself.

He pushed his tip in slowly entering you. His eyes fixated on you, to make sure you weren’t in pain.

You closed your eyes when you felt your pussy burn at the stretch of him. A most delicious welcome burn. You looked back at him to see him staring down at where you both were joined. He finally pushed in completely bottoming out.

He draped himself over you again, needing to be closer to you. He snaked a hand under your waist to pull you into him.

You grabbed onto his bicep and shoulder as he slowly rocked into you. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear before sneaking a hand between your legs to play with your clit.

Soon enough you were on the brink of your second orgasm. Between his hand on your clit and his cock inside you, you couldn’t hold on much longer. The knot in your stomach tightening before you released clenching around him. You bite on his shoulder sharply to keep yourself from shouting. You didn’t need any noise complaints from his neighbours.

He came right after you. Feeling you clench around him his thrusts became hard and sloppy before he spilled inside you. He collapsed dropping some of his weight on you nuzzling your neck.

You smiled biting his ear. You felt warm and tingly with his cum inside you. You whined when you felt him pull out of you. His cum spilling out from your pussy. He told you he’d be right back.

He returned with a washcloth gently cleaning you up. He knew how sensitive you must be from how red and raw your pussy looked. He cleaned himself with the same cloth before tossing it in his hamper.

He settled down beside you pulling you into his arms. He kissed your forehead.

“Good night” He said stroking your shoulder.

“Good night” you drifted off into a dreamless slumber. He sure knew how to make a girl feel better.

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