#dj’s not quite kinktober
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Customer Service
Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader
Word count: around 3K
Summary: Chris needs you to complete what is missing in his bedroom decor.
Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Pining, employer/employee relationship, up skirting (w/consent?), white panty kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) squirting, graphic mirror sex, p in v, sex standing up, creampie, good girl kink, Dom Chris if you squint, implied blow job. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).
Author’s note: I guess maybe I’m back? Idk. It’s been a while. Let me know what you think.
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“Did you just ask me if I… Wanna do you in your bedroom?”
Your eyes were wide and you’d nearly choked on your drink, not believing what he’d just asked you.
Chris guffawed loudly, causing everyone to either look over or shake their heads, used to his expressions of mirth.
“Wow. Freudian slip much?”
“Fuck you, Chris.”
You rolled your eyes as you took another gulp, a little bit mortified.
“Hmmmm. There it goes again.”
He grabbed your hand as you walked away, pulling you back to where you were. You were heated and Chris seemed to be enjoying it. He always teased you every time you were around.
“Calm down, Gorgeous, I’m just messing with you. What I meant was, do you want to redecorate my bedroom? You did a great job in here.”
He indicated your mutual friend's basement, which you’d redesigned the past summer into a game/media/entertaining space. You looked around slowly, taking in every detail to which you’d paid close attention.
Chris always found a reason to talk to you at your friend’s get togethers, eternally flirty, but you did not take it seriously. Although you were attracted to him, it was never the right time. Either you were taken, or the rumors were that he was. And anyway, it was just harmless fun. No way he’d be interested in you.
“Gorgeous.”
As your eyes came back to Chris, he was looking at you, and not the decor. He cleared his throat and took another drink, eyes still on you.
“When I look around my bedroom, there just seems to be something missing. And so that leads me to you.”
You just stared at him, not wanting to respond this time. Chris took it as reticence.
“Come on. As a favor to me? Pwease?”
Chris pouted and poked out his ruby red bottom lip. You laughed at him.
“You’re just a great big brat, aren’t you?”
You sighed as he grinned knowingly.
”Ok. But it’s not a favor. It’s business. And I’m not cheap.”
Chris raised his eyebrow at you.
“Nothing that is worth having ever is.”
—-
Taking this gig seriously tested your willpower. During the frequent meetings in his bedroom, you’d had to hold yourself back from tackling him onto the huge bed and fucking his brains out.
But that wasn’t professional.
So you’d remained strong and took in the details of this room, which only had a huge bed and stark white decor. He was right. It needed some color.
You and he began the hunt all over New England for the perfect pieces to complete the look of his most intimate space, Chris wanting to use the new 4x4 pickup truck he’d bought soon after you were hired. Since he was between projects, you two spent a lot of time together, discussing design, among other things. He was a very involved client.
And a perfect gentleman.
Until one crisp fall weekend, when everything changed.
Early that morning, Chris pulled up to your house to pick you up, not opening the door for you as he usually did when you climbed up into the truck.
“‘Lo. Gorgeous. You good?”
Chris drawling his nickname for you in that Boston accent behind the wheel of a pickup truck was the subject of many of your fantasies. But you couldn’t let him catch you slipping.
His eyes skimmed up and down your body as you smoothed your dress down and settled in to put on your seatbelt. You looked at him as he stared at you.
“Good morning, Chris. I am. Are you?”
You crossed your legs, showcasing your legs and cowboy boots under your short corduroy dress. Chris’ eyes darkened and his jaw clenched and he moved toward you, then seemed to think better of it as he settled back into his seat.
“Just peachy.”
You wondered what his deal was, but you pushed down your feelings and got out your phone, checking your list of antique shops. After all, this was business. You could feel his eyes on you as he pulled out of your driveway and got on the road.
It was a beautiful drive, but there was a new, more dangerous tension between you as the morning progressed. and you felt that something was going to snap any minute. Chris was a man of few words today, responding to you with grunts and nods. There was something going on that you couldn’t name. It put you on edge.
The morning was tense, and as you entered the fourth shop before you circled back for lunch, Chris hung back, looking for a brass fireplace tool set as you searched for a wardrobe. You didn’t know it, but he was also checking for you as his eyes followed you throughout the store.
You almost stumbled over the cause of your undoing. Chris was pure sex on legs in jeans and a flannel shirt, signature baseball cap on over his hair which was newly buzzed and a scruff of a beard growing back in. You were too distracted by thoughts of him to notice his reaction to you as you walked through the old shop, which was filled to the brim with treasures.
Chris was watching your legs in the cowboy boots when you backed up to the object in question as you sized up a large piece of furniture.
“Ay, yo!”
You and the woman with gray in her hair looked up to see Chris give you a nod, full of arrogance and ownership. You were taken aback from across the shop as the owner smirked and looked back down to her ledger as Chris strode over to you, in full frat boy mode. His broad shoulders, slim hips and long legs made you feel some kind of way and you backed up further as he approached.
Chris took in your wide eyes and moved you with just his proximity, hands in his pockets as he looked down at you like some asshole at a college party. God, you hated how your body responded to him. But the way he made you feel was like nothing else in the world. Maybe you would say something when the job was done.
Maybe not.
Chris reached out to touch your arm and you stopped retreating, staring up into those clear blues shaded by the bill of his baseball cap as he smirked down at you. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, and then down to your side and back up at you, eyes shining.
Curious, you looked down and saw a small oval shaped end table, it’s top a mirror. It came up to your mid thigh and gave Chris a perfect view up your dress.
You shook your head at him, heart beating a mile a minute, but you didn’t move. Chris stared you down and spoke in a low tone which only you two could hear.
“I have to have that.”
He nodded down to the table, which reflected your ass back up to you both as you gazed down on it.
“You want it in your bedroom?”
Your voice was deep with desire as you asked the question. You were so close now, and looking up at him and his lips. You wondered how they would feel on your body.
“Want it. Need it. Bad.”
The way his voice broke a little bit was everything. There was no mistaking this conversation. You moaned a little yourself and cleared your throat.
“What are you going to do with it?”
The sexual tension was so high, you needed to climb over it and just do it.
Chris’s long lashes fanned his cheek as he looked down again and back up into your eyes.
“I’ll need to show you. In my bedroom. I imagine it will look good. Really good.”
Your breath hitched at the possibilities. You weren’t misreading any meaning this time.
“Oh?”
“Yes. Can you see the possibilities? Judging from what I see, I think you’re right there with me.”
You looked down to see that the vision of your soaked panties was plainly visible in the mirrored table top. There was no denying it. And you didn’t want to any more.
“You should get it.”
Chris gave a sexy side smile at your hoarse whisper.
“Oh. I intend to.”
Chris leaned down, his hand faintly brushing your thigh when he reached for the table. He smirked as he turned and headed toward the register.
You were too flustered to be able to breathe in the old store, so you walked out into the crisp fall air to catch your breath. You did not believe this was happening, and had almost convinced yourself that it hadn’t by the time Chris stalked out of the store, the table in hand. You climbed back into the truck as he put it in the back with the rest of the morning’s purchases. You tried in vain to stop thinking throughout the 20 minute drive.
When you arrived at his home, you jumped out of the truck, ready to call an Uber to take you home as he called to you from his door.
“Y/N.”
He nodded his head at you and you obeyed, following him into the house. You stopped in the living room, but was propelled forward as he jerked his head into his bedroom. You slowly moved forward, walking toward him and the table which he had put down near him in front of the bed.
“L-l-looks good.”
You were shook. You didn’t think you’d escape his bedroom untouched this time. And you didn’t think you wanted to.
“C’mere.”
Chris reached for your hand and you moved to give it to him. You two stared each other down, and then started to speak. At the same time.
“Chris,--”
“Y/N, am I–”
You both stopped and chuckled.
“You’re right–”
“Cause I gotta tell ya-”
You stopped again, and Chris took off his hat, running his fingers through his hair. You just had to feel it between your fingers, and as you moved, he reached for you too, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You came together like a pair of magnets, unable to resist each other any longer.
Your first kiss was heady, teeth and tongue and lips acting out stored-up need. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. Then, he leaned his forehead against yours.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“Same. But I wasn’t sure you liked me like that.”
Chris shook his head and chuckled.
“For a smart woman, you can be pretty clueless sometimes. Everyone knows how I feel about you.”
You shrugged your shoulders.
“No one told me.”
Chris was looking at your lips.
“You’re right. I should have. Y/N, L/N. I like you. I like you a lot.”
He kissed you again and pulled back.
“And like I said. I want you. I’ve been wondering what was under that dress all day, hoping it was nothing.”
“Oh really?”
Chris pulled you flush against him, and turned you around. You could feel the steel rod in his pants, and see him looking down. The table was right behind you.
“Yes. But what I saw in this table was so much better.”
Chris looked down again.
“White cotton panties. Do you know what that does to me?”
“No.” You smiled innocently. “What?”
You were enjoying the knowledge that you affected him.
“I had a dream about you this morning. White cotton panties against your beautiful skin. Almost busted a nut in my sleep like a fucking teenager.”
Chris was kissing your neck now, and your hands rubbed the erection inside his jeans.
“Woke up with the biggest hard on.”
You moaned.
“For me?”
“Yeah. for you. Do you want it?”
Chris pressed his crotch into your palm. You tried to grasp it in vain over his clothes. Then you reached for his button.
“Fuck yeah.”
You got his pants open and were able to feel the fullness of his member through his underwear. You licked your lips not wanting to split your lip on him, but wanting to try. He was looking down again.
“I know you’re wet, Gorgeous. Did I do that?”
Chris edged away from you and unbuttoned his flannel, threw it on the floor and then took off his t-shirt. How dare he ask that as he stood shirtless in front of you.
“You make me wet whenever you’re around, especially in this room.”
He moved toward you again, nodding.
“I get it. Usually I stroke one out before we meet. To keep my hands off you.”
You clenched as he pulled up your dress and pulled your panties tight between your folds. The friction was good, but somehow not enough. You wanted more.
“But this morning, I just let it ride. ‘S why I’m so wild right now. Tired of holding back..”
“Oh Chris…”
“Tell me no right now. And I will be able to stop. If not….”
He literally growled into your ear. His hands were at your hips now and going north, moving your dress up your body. You arched into him.
“Don’t stop Chris.”
His face changed and his hands stripped your clothes off.
You were wearing a white lace camisole, and your nipples were clearly hard beneath it.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he said, as he pulled it up over your head.
He grabbed you and his mouth descended down your body, stopping to worship and torture your nipples. One hand slipped inside your panties and he teased your slit, rubbing your wetness around them. You tried not to press your against his hand, but you were too wanton.
“I want to suck your dick, Chris.”
He moaned as you stroked his cock, running your thumb across his sticky wet tip. He shuddered.
“God I want that too, Gorgeous. Wanna see you try to take it all.”
His free fingers brushed your lips as his other hand teased inside your sopping hole.
“But first I’m going to taste you. Then I’m going to fuck you. And you will watch me do it.”
Before you knew it, your back was on the bed and Chris was on his knees in front of you, holding your legs open and staring at your pussy. Those eyes. Those lashes. Those lips as he licked them.
“Gorgeous.” He looked up at you. “Can I?”
You leaned up on your elbows, needing to see this.
“Please,” you begged, the anticipation getting to be too much.
Chris pushed your thighs wider to accommodate his shoulders and leaned in, hot breath fanning your lower lips as his mouth got near. He moved his hands close and pulled your pussy lips apart, the sound of your slick releasing as he separated you deliciously pornographic. He licked up and down your slit, and leaned back, huffing with indignation.
“Shit this is delicious.”
He tasted you again.
“You can’t be this perfect.”
And again.
“Holy shit.”
And then he immersed his face fully into your cunt, lickiing, swiping, sucking with his lips and tongue. You grabbed his hair and tugged, causing him to moan into your already-wrecked hole.
“Oh god, Chris….”
He pulled back, smacking his lips.
“That’s right. Give it to me.”
He lifted his hand, rotating his palm up, and slid his middle finger into you.
“So fucking tight. This is just one finger. Gotta loosen up, Gorgeous. Eyes on me.”
He winked and started to eat you out again, locking eyes with you. His tongue went to town, flicking your sensitive nub.
“Pinch those nipples for me, Gorgeous. Hard. Like a good girl.”
He spoke into your cunt and he looked down to watch you clench desperately around his digit. That’s when he slipped another in and started finger fucking you. Grinning, he leaned down again and took your clit between his teeth as he watched your fingers pinch and pull your breasts.
“Goo gul.” Good girl.
He spoke through your pussy, the vibrations of his voice coursing through you and causing the tight coil in your belly to snap and sending your release gushing into his face. He gladly took everything you gave him, lapping you up and groaning in gratitude. When your pulses slowed, he stood up and wiped his face with his t-shirt.
You stared at the ceiling, embarrassed that you came that hard, and all over him. Your cheeks were warm and you wouldn’t look his way.
“Hey.”
Chris was grabbing your hand. And bringing you upright, tilting your head up for a kiss. His eyes were full of admiration.
“I think I’m addicted to that shit. We’re going to have to do that again.”
He smiled down at you, and you smiled back as he walked you backwards to the table.
“But first, I gotta see this.”
Chris gently kicked your legs apart and positioned the table between them.
“Wanna see myself balls deep in your pretty little pussy from this angle, Gorgeous.”
He walked behind you, trailing his hand on your torso as he nestled himself against your back.
“Now watch closely.”
You looked down and gasped. It was so graphic, and so fucking sexy. Chris was pumping his cock and swiping it between your wet folds, causing sparks of sensation to radiate through your body. Looking at it from this perspective was a unique experience.
“So fucking hot.”
Chris’s deep voice in your ear and the drops of your arousal on the mirror caused you to try and chase his cock for relief, but he just held your hip fast with his hand to keep you still.
“Keep being my good girl, Gorgeous. Be patient.”
After listening to you keen in his ear as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
You moaned as you watched his huge cock breach your tiny hole from below. Your pussy started squeezing round him as he slowly stuffed himself inside you. Chris’s hands were on your hips holding you down from take off as he thrust his pelvis. You groaned and threw your head back against his shoulder, not able to bear the image.
“Watch.”
Chris’s tone was laced with a little bit of danger. You clenched and he moaned, then smirked at your tell. He doubled down on the dom.
“Keep those fucking eyes open.”
You looked down and it took your breath away. You had the perfect view of Chris’s cock sleeking in and out of your cunt, balls tight against his unit.
“Now circle that clit. Lemme see that pretty little manicure help make you… “
You’d obeyed Chris immediately, and the vision of your chocolate manicured fingers parting your lips and rotating around your clit as his cock invading your tight channel was extremely erotic.
Chris looked down and saw his cock destroying you. He felt you beginning to spasm around him. He heard your sopping wet cunt and your sexy moans. He couldn’t take it.
“Shit that looks so, feels so, sounds so fucking good…”
“Oohhh!”
You were near the edge. He sucked a hickey onto your neck as he lifted you off the ground with his thrusts. He hooked your leg over his elbow to help gain deeper access.
“Holy shit, taking me so fucking well. Gorgeous, look at it.”
“I can’t Chris, I… shit, holyyyyy, I’m gonna cum again. All over you, shittttt.”
Chris moved you slightly away from the mirror, but did not stop fucking you. He husked into your ear.
“Give it to me. Give it all to me and I’ll give it all to you. Gonna stuff this little pussy so full of my cum…”
“Ahhhh ahhh ah ahhhh!”
You came, body shuddering as Chris pounded into you. You felt the warm spurt of his cum hit your walls and you released as promised.
You opened your eyes and you were on the floor, curled up in Chris’s arms as he sat on the rug at the foot of his bed. His hand was stroking your spine and you felt safe and warm. But anxious. You looked up at him.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe we did that.”
Chris kissed your nose.
“I can. Been dreaming of it for a long time. A couple of years. Since we first met.”
You were flabbergasted.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“It never seemed to be the right time. But we’re here now.”
You smiled wide.
“Yeah. And I’m glad.”
Chris gave you a tender kiss and held you tighter. Then he got up and lifted you with him.
“Time to shower and finish this bedroom.”
You tried to pull him toward the bathroom. But he didn’t budge.
“Or you can give me that blowjob you promised.”
You looked down to see Chris at half staff already.
“We’ve got time. Bedroom seems complete now anyway.”
That lopsided smile did something to your heart. You sank down on your knees.
“The customer is always right.”
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HIM & HIM - SAE ITOSHI + OLIVER AIKU
synopsis: You're a tired-out office worker who often relieves yourself from the mundanes in life through clubbing and going to local bars. Little did you know that one night you would be approached by two men and an offer that you can't deny.
contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, sex worker!oliver, sex worker!sae, semi-public sex (nightclub bathroom), double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, face grabbing, slight hair pulling, nipple play, ass slapping, usage of aphrodisiacs, unprotected, overstimulation, degradation, name calling (slut), rimming/anal fingering, blowjobs, hand jobs, cumming in ass, facials, kinda proofed mdni
word count: 3.5K
a/n: part 2 of my kinktober event! nevermind maybe this is the nastiest thing I've ever written?? i gave up and am now using words cock and pussy because who can stop me?? no one gets emotionally hurt in this one - sorry to everyone who got sad over my first kinktober fic :(
It shouldn’t be a crime with how often you find yourself going to nightclubs every weekend. You’re simply letting yourself loose — from all of life’s hardships and the insane amount of unpaid overtime that you’re expected to work at your corporate company.
You should’ve known it was too good to be true when they misspelled your name in their welcome letter.
And now, with two years down the drain, you feel like the only way you can properly destress is by spending two hours at a random bar and then on their dance floor every week. Some of your friends might suggest going to therapy but who would want to get a therapist specifically for work? That sounds like too much to juggle around. You could also quit, but the job market is absolutely ass right now so why would anyone want to do that?
Searching for your new weekly playground also doesn’t take too much effort versus sifting through various shitty therapists either. You always do a bit of background research before settling on one; it has to offer good drinks at a reasonable price point, the DJs and performers have to be people that you’re familiar with, a dress code would be nice to get rid of some weird guys, and has to have hot guys there. After all, that’s one of the hidden reasons why you love going out solo to these clubs.
And your mission for tonight? Flirt with some guys, get free drinks, and get shitfaced.
Seventh Heaven is currently the talk of the town. Having it finished its grand opening almost a month ago, you’ve been seeing it all over your social media pages non-stop. Not only did it fit your criteria, but everyone kept raving about their escorts — male and female alike. You never thought about paying for entertainment, so it wasn't necessarily high on your priority list, but you'd be dishonest to yourself if it didn't pique your interest.
As the night finally arrives, and as you step into the venue, immediately captivated by the grandeur of the place. The elegant decor, the subdued lighting, and the hum of conversations create an atmosphere that feels both exclusive and inviting. Your legs take you straight over to the bar, where you start your friendly banter with the bartender.
Luckily, the dress you’re wearing has never failed you in getting free drinks. “What should I do to get a margarita around here?” You bat your lashes.
The bartender doesn’t say anything and hands you a sweating glass. You take a sip of it from where you stand, eyes wandering the room and scanning for easy men to prey on. Your eyes dart from table to table, most of the men were already preoccupied by other women. It seems like you aren’t the only one with this idea for tonight. You sigh, shoulders slumping, as you realize that it might take a while for your next free drink. You’re about to pull out your phone to keep your attention preoccupied until—
“Would you be interested in having sex with us?”
You nearly choke on your drink, the tequila burning your nose and throat as you cough down the remaining liquid. You feel a pat on your back and look up. The large hand belongs to a tall, heterochromatic man with wispy hair, he’s smiling ear to ear. Behind him stood a smaller, slender man with sharp features and strikingly teal eyes. Surely, these men weren’t talking to you?
“I-I’m sorry?” You have to do a double-take because wow do they make guys this attractive anymore?
The other man sighs and steps over to remove his hand from your back. “You’re too impatient, Oliver.”
The man named Oliver pouts. “I only said one sentence, Sae.”
“You were being rude.”
“That’s rich coming from you—”
You clear your throat, now seemingly confused about the situation unraveling in front of you. “What’s happening exactly?”
They both pause and exchange knowing looks.
You clutch your drink close, eyeing the two men and ignoring the rising heat from your legs. “And why me?”
“You’ve only been glancing at tables with women surrounded by men.” Oliver leans forward and winks. “We might have the same idea for tonight, yeah?” His charm is oozing, it’s contagious. You can feel your knees buckling underneath from his smile.
You can’t remember when’s the last time you’ve had sex. Dating is out of the question due to being overworked and hookups are always a hit-or-miss. Though seeing that these men are staff members from their shared uniform, you would be stupid enough to turn down such an offer. These must be the men that people were talking about.
This week has been overwhelming and taxing on your mental health and you could use a nice break right now. The drink isn’t helping you forget about life that much.
“I’m not a fan of threesomes, so you guys better change my mind by the end of tonight.”
You didn’t question much as they directed you into a bathroom by the far end of the nightclub. It’s spacious, the floor is layered in black tiles, and definitely isn’t just meant for doing your business. The walls are covered in noise-cancellation plush foam, paintings of nude men and women scattered across the place, and there is a small fridge filled to the brim with rolled-up towels by the corner.
“Well, don’t just stand there—” Your back presses against the sink’s counter, spreading your legs slowly for the two men in front of you with a tease of a smile on your plush lips. “—fuck me already.”
Sae reacts first, rolling his eyes at your words before leaning forward and capturing your lips with his. Your arms and hands work fast and, in an instant, you’re tugging at his shirt and belt buckle while crashing your body into his. His calloused hands mimic your frantic motions, grazing and eagerly grabbing the flesh of your waist, thighs, and eventually settling and kneading your ass. You originally thought he would come off as the shy, vanilla type compared to his friend but you’re gladly taken aback.
You groan against his mouth as he nibbled lightly against your lips, tongue immediately invading the open space given to him. You’ve hardly touched him but you can already feel his painfully hard length pressing against your legs. Instinctively, you spread your legs wider for him to grind on your clothed folds, moaning at the familiar built-up sensation.
“Can’t believe you’re hard for me already.” You coo against his lips, chuckling when he pulls back with the slightest frown etched on his face.
The playfulness in your tone is immediately replaced by a breathy moan when his fingers plunge against your sloppy folds, pressing tightly. Sae leans in and starts leaving small bites along the sensitive skin of your neck.
“Says the slut who wants us inside of her right now,” Sae mumbles against your warm skin.
You poise your tongue, ready for a comeback, before letting out another groan when Oliver appears beside you, forcing your hand away from Sae’s neck and placing it on his leaking cock. The taller male hisses in pleasure at the feeling and bends down to meet your glossy gaze.
“Gotta take care of me too, sweetheart.” Oliver breathes into your ear, the scent of his cologne makes your head fuzzy, and he buckles his cock further into your palm. “We’ll fill you up but it’s me that’s gonna make you cum.”
Sae’s grip on your ass tightens up at the declaration, he snaps his head up and throws Oliver a furrowed brow. Your moans come out in a series of shudders as Sae’s fingers easily pull your panties down your thighs, leaving behind trails of slick from your dripping heat. You bite back your volume and jolt in pleasure when his fingers start ghosting over your entrance but his sight never leaves Oliver’s face.
“Keep count, will you? I’ll be the first one do to so.” His voice stays leveled despite the apparent dark glint over his teal eyes, almost as if he was going to devour you in and out throughout the coming night.
“Yeah?” Oliver purr against your ear, his large hand finding home at the small of your back and his other assisting your occupied hand on his cock, pumping it slow and steady. Pleasure shoots down your stomach at the sight of his leaking tip and the way it throbs in your hand. Oliver laughs when he notices you shuffling between the two of them, the sweet scent from your folds drawing both of them in. “You want me first, baby?”
Sae’s hand forces your face up, directly in line with his. His expression stays deadpanned as he taps your cheek with his thumb. “Answer carefully.”
You lick your lips, eyelashes fluttering. “Both.”
Oliver laughs and Sae merely hums in satisfaction. Your grip and pace on Oliver’s length fasten as Sae leans in, continuing to ravage the space between your shoulders and neck all while his digits begin sliding into your cunt. You twitch as Sae’s breath stops momentarily at the feeling of the velvety walls inside, taking in every single detail as your legs start to give out from underneath.
“So fucking filthy,” Sae groans at the wet sounds below and starts scissoring his fingers inside.
The combination of his thick fingers and the feeling makes your eyes blow wide, unable to formulate sentences, and you find yourself grasping at Sae’s shirt in order to ground yourself. He’s teasing, it’s tanalizing with the slow pace he’s set for you. There’s something mysterious and addicting about Sae’s aura that makes you want to please him so that he spares you his time.
Right now, from what you can tell, he wants you to say what you want otherwise he’ll continue to stay slow.
His teal eyes bore into yours as you grind yourself shamelessly down his fingers with a loud whine. “Make me cum—I wanna cum…”
Oliver moves closer, his stubble grazing above, and places a chaste kiss on top of your head. “Guess you’re taking the first point for tonight.”
Sae ignores his friend’s commentary and silently nods at your request. As you hump against his fingers desperately, Sae goes in and captures your lips before picking up his pace inside of you. Your other hand is currently lathered up in Oliver’s pre, who’s seemingly also enjoying the sight of you taking everything in. His hand on your back roams and stops at your clothed breasts, massaging the soft mounds, and exhales by your ear.
“You’re doing so good. Do you know how wet you sound right now?” He coos.
You couldn’t say anything back, gasping for air as Sae’s tongue occupied your mouth, and merely tugged at Oliver’s length faster. When his fingers dig and curl at a familiar spongy part of your walls, you roll your head back and let the warm coiled feeling take over. Your head starts to feel hazy, and your body thumps as Sae continues to work you toward your orgasm. It’s not until Oliver starts toying with your hardened buds that you come undone all over the other male’s digits, the sounds from your mouth are full of cursed obscenities and saccharine moans.
“Look at the mess you made,” Sae pulls his fingers out and glances down at his lap. Your slick is sticking all over his forearm and upper thighs, it’s absolutely drenched and you didn’t think you were able to reach that level of pleasure before.
Sae watches you carefully as your chest rises heavily, your face flushed and tears smearing the makeup you had carefully put on earlier in the night.
Oliver takes a seat on top of the toilet lid, a hand patting his lap and the other stroking his cock. “Just for you, princess.”
You’re still high off of your orgasm but you feel yourself nodding, babbling nonsense from your mouth as you position yourself facing away from him, angling the tip of his length from behind. Your vision goes teary again. It’s barely even all the way in and yet—
“Shit, did you just cum again?” The tight feeling of your walls fluttering around Oliver makes him moan. He places both of his hands around your waist and guides you further down his length, hissing through his teeth when you finally bottom him out. “So warm, so fucking tight, sweetheart.”
With the angling done right, he’s slamming deep into you over and over again, each stroke eliciting little whimpers from your mouth. Slick is dripping down your thighs and onto his lap, but he doesn't seem to notice, and you couldn't care less since you're fascinated with the thickness of his cock and how beautifully he fits inside of you. You absolutely love the sensation of him sliding in and out of you, nearly fucking you like a toy, and having total and complete power over you while mumbling praise into your ear.
Sae stands in front and there’s a slight annoyance that’s written across his face as he stares down at you. He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “That easy to please?”
His cock springs free from his pants, his head red and covered in pre. While he isn’t as large as Oliver’s, it is certainly pretty, nicely trimmed, and has a thick vein running along its side. Sae tries to control his breathing as your hands suddenly wrap around his aching cock. As you swallow him whole into your warm, wet lips, Sae groans while looking into your half-lidded eyes. His hands instantly fly to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing his hips further into your mouth, not paying much attention to the way drool is now seeping out of the corners of your lips.
Sae cursed under his breath when you reach down to fondle with his balls gently, massaging the flesh into your palms. You continue to hollow out your cheeks, bobbing your head down his length while Oliver slams against your cervix again. Your constant moans send vibrations down his length and it’s so intense that he has to pull away, his stomach flexes in the process.
“Switch with me,” Sae barks at the other male but is only met with a chuckle.
“Fuck no, she’s too good for you,” A hard slap on your ass sends a shockwave through your body. “You can keep fucking her sloppy mouth.”
But that didn’t stop Sae from getting what he wanted. He grabs your wrist and pulls you out of Oliver’s grasp before sharply turning you around. Sae’s hands rest on your shoulders, the applied pressure from him indicates that he wants you to sit back down on Oliver’s length. You silently follow along, feeling his intense gaze from behind, and wrap your arms around Oliver’s neck for support as you edge yourself down. You’re whining again, still not used to having something so thick and filling inside, and Oliver leans in, kissing you on the cheek in an attempt to comfort you.
“Told you he’s the rude one,” He murmurs teasingly.
“Be quiet,” You can imagine Sae rolling his eyes.
You whine louder when you feel a sudden wet muscle brush over your ass. It’s Sae’s tongue. He’s making lazy circles around your other hole, before slipping a finger easily in. You clench yourself tightly around Oliver at the new feeling. You haven’t realized that your asshole is much more sensitive and you can’t help but move your hips, wanting more.
One finger. Then two. And three.
Sae moves them slowly from inside, curling them and stretching out your hole for a few seconds before retracting. Within moments, you feel his cock probing at your entrance, causing you to moan and wither against the larger male.
“You can take it, don’t act like you don’t want to get filled up by two guys.” Sae pushes the first inch forward, inhaling a deep breath when it goes in with minimal resistance.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you with every forward movement. Your legs begin to shake from the build-up pressure from both holes. You’re gasping loudly, struggling to breathe as your eyes shut tight, and your mouth goes slack from the intensity that it almost hurts.
Your loud wails are quickly silenced by Oliver’s hand, his thick digits shove their way into your mouth as he continues to bounce your shaky figure down his hardened shaft.
Tears begin to blur your vision at the intensity of it all, the aching feeling from your hips, ass, and cunt from the constant stimulation is getting to you. Just when you thought this was the height of it, Oliver pulls out a small glass vial from the pocket of his shirt. It’s a clear substance, unlabeled, and you’re sure it’s not regulated by any means with the look he’s giving you right now. Sae slows down his pace from behind and you feel his chest rumble lowly against your back, seemingly knowing what might happen next.
“Sweetheart,” Oliver’s free palm caresses your flushed cheek, a more careful and delicate touch compared to earlier. His hand stops at your mouth, thumbs rubbing softly over your lips in his way of coaxing you to open up and chuckling when you easily obey. “Gonna make you feel good, I promise.”
Luckily, the substance didn’t have a taste to it. The texture is almost like water and it flows down your throat with ease. What you didn’t expect is the drug taking effect on you almost immediately. As if your body has risen in temperature, you start to heavily pant, hands gripping Oliver’s sleeves while you lean further back against Sae’s firm chest. The two men both let out groans of their own when you start spasming from the inside, their cocks fighting with your hot walls.
Slowly, they begin to pick up their initial pace. Oliver watches as your mouth goes slack, pools of drool spilling out, and eyes roll back. And, while he knows he should let your body adjust to the change, the sight of you all fucked out is enough to drive him crazy and he quickly finds himself slamming into you, a force so strong that it makes Sae break his focus.
“Stop hogging her all to yourself,” Sae snaps.
“Maybe you should try harder, no?” Oliver’s free hand settles on your breast, toying the nipple between his thick digits, earning a squeal from you. “Or else we’re gonna be here all night.”
His comment spurs Sae and he finds himself speeding up, fucking your ass deeper and messier than before. All signs of his previous stoic emotions melt away as his hand reaches to grab a fistful of your locks, tugging it harshly followed by a sharp slap on the flesh of your ass.
You can’t contain your cries, sobbing loudly in pleasure as both of your entrances elevate to another level of sensitive heights.
“Oh—! Yesyesyes give it to me…!”
“I knew you could take it,” Oliver latches his mouth onto your breast, dual-colored eyes looking up as he twirls his tongue around your pebbled nipple. “Such a good fucking girl, taking two cocks at once.”
Your walls are spasming uncontrollably around them. “I-I’m gonna—” Your nails dig deep into Oliver’s forearms, leaving behind half-crescent marks as you moan louder, wordlessly begging both males not to stop.
Your toes start to curl, and your mouth drops as your third orgasm strikes you after one final, expertly aimed stroke against a particular area inside of you. It’s loud, messy, and incomprehensible, and Oliver groans when you press closer to him. You release yourself all over his cock, the pool of liquid drenching his lap. You find yourself reaching another orgasm as Sae reaches over, hand gripping tightly around your throat, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“Your ass is mine, you understand?”
Your eyes roll back, nodding numbly. “Yes—oh my god—it’s yours!” And another wave comes, the coil in your abdomen snaps and you clamp down around the two men again.
Oliver continues snapping his hips into your cunt, a few seconds after, you notice his pace is a bit more feverish and out of focus. Sweat is dripping profusely down his face and he smirks. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I have to tap out soon.”
Sae’s palms rest on either side of your ass, kneading the flesh deeply. “Fuck—”
Oliver quickly pulls out and streams of white warm spurts hit across your face as Sae fills you up from behind. You can feel him twitch inside you and tighten his hold on your body as he spills out his last drops inside. For a while, the three of you stayed stationary, labored breathing, and mirror foggy from the long session. It’s not until when Sae pulls out that Oliver decides to also get up.
Sae grabs a warm towel from a small fridge in the corner of the room and begins cleaning up your face while Oliver adjusts your dress straps back on. You couldn’t ignore how soft and tender both men are acting despite what just happened. You sigh in relief, your heart and senses calming down from the drug and your last orgasm, as you struggle to stand.
“Next week,” You murmur, looking at them with doe eyes, between heavy breathing. “Will you guys be here again next week?”
Maybe you can endure your shitty office job if they’re around.
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summary: you are the sort of person gladys should have never let her son interact with. elvis will always listen to his mama, except when it comes to you. you like taking advantage of this.
fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley
pairing: austin butler elvis x female reader
rating: m.
word count: 3058
warnings: corruption kink. religious undertones. religious overtones. comparing elvis to a cherub. defiling a church. sub elvis, tbh. unprotected p in v sex. mild breeding kink implication, i think.
author's note: welcome to a late day 21 for kinktober, corruption kink with austin!elvis. okay so. i'm unhinged just a little this month. sometimes you can't pick what you want and then someone chooses 50s elvis ( cough @blurredcolour ) and you think i want to wreck that man then this happens. yeah. i don't mean anything bad by it, so if you are religious, sorry about this. also yes there is a difference in pronunciation of mama and momma when elvis says it in this. one means you, the other means his actual mother. also almost made this gender neutral, didn't because i haven't quite mastered the art of full sex with gender neutral so i chickened out, but i have a few more austin elvis parts of kinktober so don't worry it'll happen. and you know the usual you can imagine real elvis with this i don't mind.
Elvis is a good southern boy, all manners and charm wrapped into a drawling package. You've known from the second you laid eyes on him that he is a good boy. Except, Elvis is also a bit of a brat, and you'd like to blame his mama for that but- well, deep down inside of you there was a good southern woman who knew how to mind their elders lest you get your ass whooped from here to kingdom come so you can't very well talk bad about her. Elvis- he's innocent enough, all blushes and mild stutters as Scotty and Bill and DJ are making lewd jokes. Elvis a good church going boy and you used to be a good church going girl yourself- a different denomination but honestly your daddy would have never taken you to anything but a Catholic mass- but you had stopped a while back, finding it more suffocating than anything comforting. Still, it doesn't stop you from leaning against Elvis's pink Cadillac waiting for him. You know there's a chance his fans will swarm you and him but your plan means you'll take the risk gladly.
"Darlin'?" Elvis's voice is questioning as he managed to force his way through a small crowd of fans at the church doors. His face- his smile at you despite his confusion makes you remember all those paintings of cherubs and you find a grin blossoming on your own face. Your little cherub, pleased as punch to see you just as you're pleased to see him. "What're you doin' here?"
"I came to see my favorite person." My favorite boy. "And I know it's Sunday so of course you'd be-"
"At church. Oh mama, missed me that much?" His cheeks flush as he looks down at the ground, and then up your legs, eyeing how your skirt errs just slightly on the side of too short and gulping. "You know you shouldn't be wearin' somethin' like that. They're gonna- you know what they're gonna say."
Your answering laugh has him biting his lip as he watches the line of your throat. He just got out of church and you've got him thinking every sinful thought under the sun already. "That I'm a loose woman and that you really oughta stay away from me? Please, we both know I'm irresistible to you. Besides, we both know you love how loose I am."
Elvis has to choke back a groan, especially as he feels your hands pull him closer to you, grasping at his butt and squeezing. "We're in public and outside the church, baby." He says trying to gain control of the situation, all while his head nuzzles into your neck. "God you smell wonderful. New-"
"Perfume." You finish his thought before your allow one of your hands to slide up to his head, running your fingers through his hair. There's a hum that comes from Elvis that causes you to smirk as you pull just lightly on his hair. A part of you is aware his fans are staring, the churchgoers are staring, but Elvis is your boyfriend and you'd like everyone to be vividly aware of it. "How was church?"
Elvis's eyes are hooded when he looks at you, all heat and hidden promise, because he knows you're teasing him. He knows you're teasing him right after church because you think it's fun. He wonders if you're going to ask him what you always ask him when you show up like this every month. "Good. Enlightening, they were talking about resisting temptation. How it's hard nowadays especially with me and my gyrations."
Your laugh sounds downright sinister as the last bit of Elvis's fans and the church goers walk by the pair of you. It earns you a few looks and glares but you choose to ignore them, instead focusing on how Elvis is murmuring apologies to them as they walk by. He's not apologizing for you, you know he cares for you too much but he has to keep up appearances or else he'll hear it from his manager. "Resisting temptation?" Your hand that had been used to pull him close moves to his front, starting at his torso before you slide it down to the front of his pants. "From whom, the devil or everyone else?"
Elvis whispers your name and it comes out practically as a hiss as he can't help but buck his hips against your hand. "Baby. Don't- we're in front of the church. They'll see."
The last word, his last word comes out as a whine, and you move to kiss him, allowing yourself to cup his quickly hardening cock through his slacks. You had him inching toward where you wanted him, just maybe a few tiny pushes left and he'd be exactly where you wanted him. You'd both be exactly where you want to be. Your hand squeezes just a bit as Elvis gasps and grabs at your wrist.
"Mama." A pause. "Darlin'- you're the temptation for me right now. It'd kill my momma if she heard I did something like this after church. In front of the church." He sounds almost pleading, but with whom you don't know. He's had sex before, told you in a rush of apologies about the one girl on the road and while you'd have killed him for it, you find it didn't mean anything. Not like how it would mean between the two of you. The road had taken so much already and you'd be damned if it would take much more. It was your job to ruin him, not a Carny manager and Bill's stupid need to a stimulant that he thought your boyfriend needed.
Your eyes dart around the area, noting that in the time you've been standing there people have found their way to their cars and to their paths to walk home. There is- in short no one still left on the property but you and you imagine the priest- pastor- you forget what Elvis calls the person leading the congregation. It is exactly what you want to see, it's exactly what you need to see. Your mouth moves to his ear, nipping at his earlobe just slightly. "Who said anything about being in front of the church. I wouldn't let everyone see you like this. They might think they could make you feel as good as I will."
A gust of wind blows by the two of you, forcing you both to tilt a little toward the door of the church. The next words out of your boyfriend surprise you in ways you hadn't thought he was capable of doing to you. "Don't suppose you think that's God's way of telling us to go in there, do ya?" He asks, his face still the picture of an innocent cherub sent to charm you but with his tone- oh his tone- rivaling that of the Devil himself, sent to defile you and and anyone you wanted.
The second you hear those words you know you've won this one, you get to have Elvis where you want to have him. You get to corrupt this good Southern boy- this good church going boy into what you want- what you need. "I think that's exactly what God wants us to do, sweetheart."
The pastor is- you're assuming- at his house nearby on the property, unlike most priests you had known this pastor refrained from cleaning up after a service until the last minute, something about how he wanted the service to settle, whatever that meant. So you had some time, not that you or Elvis were going to need it from the way he's pushing you up against a bench, his lips igniting a fire in between your legs and on your skin. You're letting him take control for this original space of time- allowing him to think he's the one in charge, that this was his plan all along, that he wanted to fuck his girlfriend in a church. The truth is the exact opposite but as smart as Elvis can be about some things- he misses cues like this, misses knowing that you were the one who planned this that you're the heathen dragging this boy to hell by defiling him in a church.
"Wanna make you feel good, mama. Wanna feel good." He murmurs, his drawl slurring his words together like they're molasses. His hips rut against you, seeking some form of release before your hand moves to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. "What- you're already undoing my-"
A laugh leaves your lips before you kiss his own, biting softly in order to make them just a hair redder and a little more plump. He looks- he's inching toward looking like the picture of sin. That picture has you groaning softly before you speak. "You can't fuck me if your pants are on, babe. Want my baby's cock in me. Want to feel your cock stretching me. You said you'd let me do this- said you were sorry."
That snaps his focus back from the ceiling where he had been focusing back to you, back to your pouting face and his own face falls. "Oh, mama, I- You know I am, mama, know I didn't- I shouldn't have, you're my girl, you're the only one I want to see me like this- like-" You can see his brain trying to catch up as he forces himself to pause even as his hips keep bucking against you. "Wanted to give it to you, only you, wanted you to have you do all those things to me first, wanted-"
"Me to ruin you?" You finish the sentence, taking pity on Elvis as you moved to try and shimmy out of your underwear. "Corrupt you from the inside out? Make you as bad as everyone thinks I am?"
He nods frantically, trying the best way he can to help you out of your underwear and only stopping when he sees them pool to the floor. His eyes focus on them when he speaks almost making him look bashful and embarrassed. The heat that was already curling in your abdomen grows just a little more as you have to bite your lip to keep from growling at his look, growling at the knowledge that this is all yours to keep.
"Yes." His words come out as a whisper that you can only hear because of the deafening quiet in the church. "Want that. I- Let me fuck you in here, mama. God gave you to me and gave me to you, wanna show him what good he's done."
It doesn't take you a second before you're pushing Elvis onto the bench, freeing his cock from his boxers and sinking yourself down. You're drenched and the noise from his cock entering you is almost sickening in how it sounds. You swear you feel a gush of arousal as he groans, low and making your entire being vibrate. Is this was a religious experience felt like? Was this what you told your father you never experienced at church? You don't know, but you know that Elvis needs to move, needs to buck against you as you ride him.
"Gonna have to help me, baby. Can't ride you and do all the work myself." You murmur against his lips before trailing kisses down his neck, stopping to make sure to suck just against his jaw line, knowing fully well he'll bruise. He is yours and you'd prefer people to know it.
His hands move to cup your chest, touching your breasts through your bra as he nuzzles them. He won't ask you to take off your shirt, not in here, not realizing that you two have to be at least somewhat discrete as your skirt hides his cock pumping into you, hides his hips rutting against your pelvis. "Wanna fuck you like this every night. Gonna marry you, mama ain't gonna like it, but you're my girl. Making me feel so wrong and so right. So perfect- so glad you wanted me- could have gone for those other boys-"
He's whimpering and it's feeding into your own desire to whimper back at him. He's so fucking pure sometimes it sickens you, he's so earnest in what he's saying and it makes you love him so much it hurts you. You kiss him, swallowing both of your whimpers in the kiss, putting all your energy into clenching around his cock, trying to milk it so that you can both finish, so you can tell him that he shouldn't marry you, Gladys would probably die if he did and as much as you want to ruin him, you know he couldn't take that. He keeps talking though- keeps muttering the filth you love to hear him say because it says it so rarely.
It sounds like a prayer, you realize, it sounds like he's muttering a prayer or a hymn onto your skin and you realize that you might be corrupting him, might be ruining him but there's still a part of him that's a good God fearing, church going boy and you can't take that away no matter how hard you try. The rush of arousal you feel after that realization startles you, has you clutching onto his shoulders for dear life.
If he minds your grip he doesn't say anything, instead choosing to buck his hips more as one hand moves in between you two to play with your clit. "She taught me how to do this, mama. I- Can I come in you? Wanna do that- I know I shouldn't but you're- I want it. Wanna claim you like that. You want me like that- don't ya?"
Maybe the road had done more to him than you thought, maybe you weren't corrupting him like you thought if he was playing with your clit like it was his guitar, skillfully earning a sigh and a whimper from you. Or maybe that was from the words he uttered, you don't know, you only know that you feel your walls tightening, feel your cunt fluttering on his cock and you should say no, you should tell him that he needs to come on the floor but you can't utter those words. Instead you utter the exact opposite.
"Come in me, show everyone that I'm yours baby, stake your claim in me like my hickies show mine on you. Show them that I've got you, not anyone else. Show them I've got Elvis- the good boy who loves his momma and his family and would do anything if I just asked. Would fuck me over a church altar if I asked."
He comes with a shout that sounds pained, like it was wrenched from the depths of his soul. You never come with or right after any of your partners but with Elvis, with him right in this moment you feel the warmth of his come and way his hands are gripping whatever part of your body he can grab and you fall against him, coming as quietly as you can, only letting out the tiniest of whimpers against his ear. You can feel his cock twitch afterward, thinking it's going to be interested in the proceedings.
The two of you sit there for a few minutes, attempting to catch your breath and your bearings. You shouldn't have let him come in you, but you couldn't help it. It should be fine, you hope. Elvis speaks first, a quiet whisper against your neck.
"I love you. Meant what I said- wanna make ya my wife. Maybe give my momma grandchildren. Wanna take care of ya like you take care of me." He pauses. "You gonna let me do all those things, mama?"
You sigh, moving to pull off of his cock. "Maybe. You gonna let me turn you into a different kind of man?" A man more suited for you, more suited to be with a girl half the city looks at in disgust.
He looks up at the ceiling and looks at a cross he sees in the distance before he answers with an honesty that startles you. "I think I'd follow ya into hell if that's the only way I could have ya."
In short, yes.
There is a silence that stretches too long to feel comfortable between the two of you until you finally speak, pulling off his cock completely, allowing his release to drip down your legs as you kiss him. "Ask me again next month, Elvis."
He moves to put himself back together, to make himself more presentable to the world as he tucks his cock back in his pants and refastens them. "I'll ask ya next week. I mean it this time, mama. I think- I think ya stuck with me now."
Good. You shrug. "That's just the temptation speaking."
Elvis stands up and moves to touch your stomach as he kisses you. "No, that's me thinkin' God's gonna force ya to let me be with ya after this. Can't have sex wit' ya in a church and not expect somethin'."
You feel as if cold water has been dumped on your head but still you smile. "Your momma won't like it."
His lips curl into a smirk you don't recognize on his face. It startles you and arouses you in equal measure. "To hell with her opinion. I'll ask ya next week. I wanna get an answer this time, mama. Can't keep ruining me like without letting me get a reward."
You open your mouth to say something before you hear a commotion signaling that the pastor is back. The pair of you make a quick escape, running out the opposite end of the church, only stopping when you reach Elvis's car.
"Let me take ya home." He murmurs against your lips as you push him against the car for a goodbye kiss.
"Just this once." You answer back, allowing him to open the door and let you in. "And only this once."
The only response you get is a hum from Elvis. He does ask you again the next week. And the week after. And the week after. You don't give your mostly good Southern boy an answer until the next month.
His momma hates the answer.
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Level Up
Pairing: Loki x Darcy
Warning: Lingerie shopping; Provocative Pics; Mention of Among Us; Bad Writing; 18+
Words: 700
Prompt: Lingerie - @the-th-horniest-book-club Kinktober 14th Oct 👻
A/N: Unbeta! Any grammar mistake will be on me. Divider by me 😆 Comment, like and reblog are highly desirable 💋 also thank you for @mrsraeschmidt for the Among US 101 xD
Darcy wasn’t amused at Loki lately. Well…the sex still great but the attention…, the attention had been lacking lately. Since Loki found about Among Us in the phone apps, he’s been engrossed in that game. His phone has been the only thing that keeps him occupied. Early in the morning, after breakfast, in the meeting, at dinner, and even after having sex, Loki always glued to his smartphone for none other than playing that game. She’s almost sure that Tony complained about it during one of the missions.
Loki usually didn't mind tagging along when Darcy needed extra input in choosing clothing. Not that she always shops here and there but a girl sometimes needed extra attention.
“Ugh…,” Darcy grunted at her reflection in the mirror. She likes the look of the black lace plunge teddy on her body but she needed some input.
She fished out her phone and took a selfie. When she looked in the gallery folder, only her face and half of her upper body were captured by the camera.
Feeling a little bit naughty, she took a non-selfie picture using the floor-length floor mirror inside the fitting room. She took several pics with different poses.
Slightly opened the fitting room door, her blue eyes roamed to the chair outside. “Wanda.” The scarlet witch switched her green eyes from her phone screen to Darcy.
“Hey Darce, what’s up?”
“Can you choose like five lingerie for me? Like whatever you found sexy and you know, risqué.”
Wanda's eyes darted to the left when suddenly Natasha appeared in front of Darcy's fitting room. “I might have a good selection for you Lewis.” Her green eyes sparkled as she strolled away.
Darcy looked at Wanda and Wanda replied to her with a shrugged of her shoulder.
Not long after that, the black widow came back to the fitting room section with a pile of lingerie. “Try this lewis.”
“O—ok!”
The first one was a sheer mesh teddy in black. It has an embroidered flower on the cup, and when Darcy turns back, she can see her ass cheeks clearly. She took several pictures with that lingerie.
She did that with the second, third, and fourth lingerie. All of them were exquisite and sexy. Of course, Darcy spent as much time as she could to pose and snap several provocative pictures of herself.
When Darcy picked up the last lingerie she was shocked, “holy shit! Oh...my...God!”
Darcy tried the last piece Natasha gave her. The fabric was a green soft lace with some ruffle and cute pattern. However, it’s basically shocking to her since she can see her pink nipple as the cups only supported her under the breast, like a corset. It’s also crotchless.
“I see you liking it,” Natasha yelled from outside.
“Hell yeah!” I mean this is a whole new level of risqué.” She replied enthusiastically to the Black Widow.
After she finished taking pictures of the last lingerie, Darcy exited the fitting room with her usual non-official S.H.I.E.L.D/Jane assistant office attire. Wanda and Natasha sat on the plush red chair.
“So did you like it?” The red hair asked
Darcy hooded and sat in the middle. “I need to send Loliball the pictures. He’s been ignoring me lately.” She pouted.
“You should. Come on, just send it to him right now.”
As per direction by Natasha, Darcy sent all the photos chronologically from the more subtle one to the revealing and riskier one.
Loki usually responds quite late if she sends a text to him but now her inbox has exploded with Loki’s comment. And when the last three pictures were shown as read , for the first time since Monday Loki called her. Darcy looked at Natasha and Wanda. Natasha gave at her a knowing smirk.
“Pet— Darcy, where are you?” Loki's tone sounds lower than usual. There’s a twinge of something animalistic about it.
“Told ya I was going to a store today.”
“Stay where you are. Be right there in a minute.” And with that Loki ended the calls.
Darcy smiled triumphantly. She’s looking forward to what’s gonna happen with her and that lingerie.
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Dirty Talk- Keigo Takami
Kinktober Day 29
X Female
“Hey! Come on! Lighten up a bit would ya?” The voice of the all too familiar blonde sounded behind you. You were just trying to work, couldn’t he see that? There was a lot of paperwork that needed to be done when you were assisting in a large agency like Endeavors.
You were one of many of his personal assistance, helping to arrange press meetings and organize important post-mission documents for the current number one hero. However, with that came the annoying blonde number 2, Hawks. If you were being completely honest, the man got on your nerves to no end. He was loud and clingy and horrible in an office space, he was outgoing and stubborn, and lazy… there was seemingly no end to the amount of pet-peeves he crossed off your list and now here he was, interrupting your work and making everyone on your third floor office space stare.
“Would you get off my back already? For the hundredth time, no, I will not go drinking with you.” You grumbled, clutching a small stack of papers to your chest as you walked toward the elevator. “No, I am very busy so if you would kindly leave so that everyone can properly focus on their work?”
“Awe, come on, that’s no way to be. Come out and have a little fun! You’re always so uptight, you need to loosen up a bit, (y/n).” He smirked and leaned against the wall beside you so he could look at you.
“What will it take for you to leave me alone? It’s only two o’clock and you’re being a very big disturbance.” You shook your head, not seeming all that impressed by the man currently hounding you for drinks.
“You know what it will take. Come on…” he pleaded, “one night wont hurt that bad will it? And if you don’t like it that’s that and I’ll back off and leave you be. Just come get drinks with me this one time. It’s the weekend tonight anyhow, nothing to lose.” He gave a cheerful grin and you tapped your foot as you waited on the elevator that seemed to be taking its sweet time.
“You’ll leave me alone?” You looked up at the other out of the corner of your eye, a lazy and cheery smile plastered over his features that made you want to slap him where he stood.
“One night.” He nodded and smirked slightly, seeming hopeful.
“You wont try to ask me out again? Ever?” You raised a curious brow. That deal was seeming pretty tempting right now.
“Never again, so long as you don’t like it. But I’m sure I can manage to make you enjoy yourself.” You scoffed at his words and rolled your eyes again, quickly stepping into the overly crowded elevator, leaving no space for the winged hero.
“One night, that’s it. I’ll meet you out front at seven, we’ll go for drinks, and then you won’t talk to me again. Got it?” You spat out with a small glare up at the other who seemed like an excited puppy, nodding his head and shooting a set of finger guns your way.
“Seven o’clock. Got it. See ya then sweetcheeks.”
“Don’t call me that.” You grumbled as the doors closed and you were finally left in peace.
The rest of the day went by much faster than you would’ve liked, the other girls on your floor seemed to have heard about your little ‘date’ with Hawks, the office gossip spreading like wildfire.
“It’s not a date. I’m only going out with him to get him off my back. He’s such an annoyance.” You clicked your tongue at one of your friends from the office who seemed all too excited to dub your outing a date and pair you with the blond hero.
“Not a date my ass! He’s so into you!”
“Yeah, I got that part. And I’m so not into him.” You shook your head slowly taking in a deep breath of the smoke from your cigarette.
“Yeah right. Have you even seen him? You’re going out on a date with the number two pro hero, he’s totally into you, and you don’t even wantI to!” Her voice seemed damn-near offended by your statement and you simply shrugged.
“He’s just so immature, and lazy. I don’t wanna date someone so entitled.” You shook your head slightly, flicking the ash from the end of your cigarette and taking another long puff before pressing the end to the ashes of a bowl on the terrace.
“Imatture maybe, but famous, and hot, and rich. How can you turn that down?” She smirked and leaned back against the railing with a sigh.
“Ugh, cause those things are stupid and pointless. He’s just like all the other hundreds of heroes there are at this point.” You scoffed and put your pack and lighter away before turning back to head inside. “I’m only doing this to get rid of him.” You restated once more as the glass door bumped shut behind you and you sighed slowly.
The rest of the day you spent at your desk, avoiding the whispers and the questions as time for you to get off work drew closer. You clocked out as soon as your shift was done with and started home for a hot shower before you met up with hawks.
Your house wasn’t much of a walk from the agency, a simple apartment only a couple blocks away. As soon as you stepped inside you were greeted by the soft purring of a small white cat, bright blue eyes staring up at you as you leaned down to pet her for a moment.
“Hey there, cotton.” You hummed out slowly as you stretched your arms up above your head and started back toward your bathroom, stripping down and taking your sweet time under the water. When you were done, your usual tight pony tail removed and your hair dried, hair billowing out down around your shoulders and back, you put on a light face of makeup, nothing serious, just some lipgloss and some light mascara, never really one for makeup, and you started back to your room to get dressed.
You blinked for a moment passing a clock that dubbed it was already a little past six and you grumbled slightly as you got changed into a simple pair of comfortable underwear and you tugged on some skinny jeans that fit your form well, a pair of knee high black boots and a black shirt, a halter top that cut down in the back and just barely went to your jeans but suited your figure well and didn’t require you wear a bra needlessly.
By the time that you were finished the time was switching over toward the six-fortyfive mark and you grumbled once more. You honestly didn’t want to go, but it meant that the hero would finally leave you alone and let you be. You could deal with one night for that, right?
You tucked your phone and wallet into your back pocket, your key slipping securely into your boot so you wouldn’t lose it, and you said a quick goodbye to your cat before locking the door behind you and heading back to the agency.
You arrived just as the clock flipped over to seven and you found yourself looking up to see Hawks already waiting there, sitting on an empty bike rack and swinging his legs patiently.
With his hero costume shed you had to admit that the male was at the very least very attractive. He seemed to be patiently waiting for you and as soon as his eyes found you he smiled slightly and slipped to his feet.
“Hey! You actually came.” He smirked slightly as he walked over, a navy blue button up and comfortable looking black jeans and converse fitting him easily as he walked over, the sleeves rolled to just above his elbows and the collar undone a couple buttons down.
You crossed your arms slightly as you looked up at him and shrugged. “I said seven didn’t I? I’m right on time. I’m no liar.” You mumbled and looked around before looking back up at the other. “So? Where are we going?” You questioned pulling a small laugh from the other.
“Somewhere fun. Come on.” He motioned up the street with a nod and held a hand out for you.
“Don’t push it.” You shook your head and kept your arms crossed. “Just walk.”
He chuckled and raised his hands in mock defense with a chuckle. “Alright, alright, no touching, got it.” He nodded along as he started off.
“You are aware that ‘somewhere fun’ doesn’t tell me where we’re going right?” You complained as you walked, hands finding your pockets as you walked, looking around. It was nice out, just warm enough that you didn’t quite need a jacket and your focus moved on to that rather than whatever answer the flying hero said. You walked by his side for about ten minutes, him making small chat the whole way to a large club, thumping music could be heard almost a block away and you blinked as you looked up at him.
“This isn’t just drinks…” You huffed as you looked up at him, your arms crossing once more.
“I never said it would be just drinks, I just said there would be drinks.” He smirked slightly at you, walking to the doors and opening one and holding it for you. “Come on, I come here a lot, it’s fun.” He assured with a smile as you begrudgingly walked in.
“Long as this gets you to leave me alone, I don’t care.” You sighed as you stepped inside. The whole place smelled of cheap cologne and alcohol. Glitter practically covered the floor and everywhere you looked there were people wearing glowing bracelets and necklaces and luminescent paint. You shot a slight glare up at the other not appreciating being in such a loud and crowded place. However, the more you looked around it became surprisingly apparent that Hawks wasn’t the only pro beyond the velvet rope just after the entrance. There were a few others that you knew, all seeming to be having a good time. They were all younger pros, some less known, some more known and a crowd of other unfamiliar people and guests, but nonetheless, they were there.
“I think you’ll have fun and be eating your words by the end of the night.” He chuckled to himself as the very large bouncer at the door pulled back the rope for you and Hawks.
“Yeah right. In a place like this? Good luck.” You scoffed as you were let in and you began to look around a bit more intently. There were people drinking at the bar, a crowded dance floor, a dj’s booth with an overly excited bouncing dj, and booths and tables filled to the brim with people around the sides.
“You can do more than just watch, you know. Let me buy you that drink.” He nodded and started toward the large and crowded bar in the back of the club. You sputtered slightly when he started walking away before you and turned to follow suit.
“H-Hey! Don’t just walk away without me!” You complained and walked up beside him for fear of getting lost in that crowd of people.
“I just figured you’d follow along. Seems like I was right.” He teased and you huffed slightly and rolled your eyes.
“So? What do you like to drink?” He questioned and you just shrugged. “I’m not too picky, just no beer.” You mumbled slowly and he hummed for a moment with a small nod ordering both of you a shot each of tequila and lime followed by a ordering either of you a sex on the beach. You tilted your head slightly at the combo but took the shot and bit into your lime sparingly taking the second drink that was handed to you as well. “So? What now?” You mumbled, taking a sip of your drink as he repeated yoru first action and took a long drink of his as well.
“We could sit and talk, or go dance, whichever you prefer.” He nodded happily and motioned around. Not much one for dancing, you motioned to probably the only empty booth in the whole place, a small half circle seating space with a round table in the middle. “Sitting it is then.” He smiled a bit and started toward the table with you following close, drink in hand.
“You seem very familiar with this place. Why are there so many other pros here?” You questioned, looking up at the other curiously and tilting your head.
“I do, spend a lot of weekends here hanging out. And originally this place was only open for heroes and one guest with them. They relaxed on the rules a bit but for the most part everyone here is desensitized to being around heroes so no one goes above and beyond. One of the places that heroes can still just go out have fun and act like normal people every once in a while. And when I say this place has everything I mean this place had everything that you could think of. There’s the normal club area, a strip club in the room over, they even have a billiards area where they have competitions and gambling rooms.” He smiled happily as he spoke and you just nodded along. It figured that places like this existed, you just never thought that you’d be sitting in one, let alone across from the number two pro. It was a little disorienting.
“Makes sense. It’s really big though.” You nodded slowly as you sipped your drink, already about half through the small glass as you listened to the music around you.
“It’s gotta be to accommodate everything.” He nodded happily and the song faded out of one and into another.
You took a long sip of your drink before Hawks gasped. “Hey! I love this song! C’mon, let’s dance a while.” He nodded and before even giving you a chance to respond you were pulled to your feet. You gasped in surprise downing your drink and setting it on the table as you were pulled toward a mosh of people in the center of the room, Hawks taking no time to pull you into the crowd with him.
“Damn… I-I don’t dance…” You shook your head standing still with your arms crossed as you looked at the other who had already started dancing along.
“Awe, come on, don’t be like that, just relax a little.” He nodded excitedly and nudged your shoulder. You stumbled slightly as a couple people bumped into you and gasped, letting out a little yelp as you tripped and landed against Hawks’ chest. “Woah, careful!” His arms were around you before you knew what was happening, his hands gently resting on your hips as he held you steady.
“I-I’m fine!” You stuttered slightly and stood up straight again, your cheeks flushing slightly as the other just continued to sway and move along with the music. “You can let me go now…” You muttered slightly, your hands lightly pressed to his chest as if pushing him a bit would make him let you go, but pulling back only resulted in the general bump and grind of the dance-floor to push you forward more, pressing you flush with Hawks’ chest.
“You gotta relax. If you aren’t moving you’ll get pushed around. Just try it.” He smiled at you kindly and you blinked a bit. It was the alcohol, it had to be, he hadn’t been that attractive from far away, so there was no reason that your heart was beating like this now. None at all.
“I said I don’t dance…” You shook your head a bit, not even realizing that his hands were still on your hips, making you sway along with the beat.
“But you’re already doing great.” He smirked and you flushed a bit as you realized that you really had begun to sway with him, and you weren’t quite sure if you were doing it on your own or not.
“Sh-shut up!” You shook your head slightly and stiffened a little, almost immediately stumbling again and Hawks just chuckled, his arms wrapping around you just enough to keep you pressed up against him and you swore the music faded and everything froze for a moment as he held onto you with a bright and happy smile, messy hair falling slightly into his face as he looked down at you and the faded music of the club changed once more.
“You alright there?”
“L-let’s...let’s just go sit down.” You muttered quickly and he shook his head a little.
“No way. Come on, move those two left feet of yours and have some fun.” He nodded slowly and helped to make your hips sway a little more along to the bead of the next song.
You rolled your eyes at the comment and shushed him again but before you knew it, you were moving on your own, hips swaying and head bobbing to the music as the other continued to make stupid jokes. You’d blame it all on the alcohol, but honestly, you were beginning to have fun, lots of fun.
“There ya go! Move like that!” He laughed happily and spun you lightly in your own little world away from everything around you. You were smiling, laughing along and enjoying yourself more than you thought possible.
“You’re ridiculous.” You shook your head slightly as his spinning you landed you against his chest once again and you just laughed quietly there, his smile widening a bit as you stood there, this time making no effort to pull away as you shifted to smile slightly up at him.
“I told you you would have fun.” He spoke up, quiet enough that you could just barely make out his voice over the raucous of the crowd and you just flushed a bit.
“Yeah, yeah, so you win.” You rolled your eyes, keeping that small smile on your face as he held onto you gently. You stayed like that for a while, the taller calmly holding you before slowly swaying and you both began to dance once more.
You danced until you felt like your feet would fall off, smiling at him and laughing all the while until finally you were pulled from the floor, happy but tired.
“It’s getting late.” He spoke up with a gentle smile, gently holding your hand that he’d used to pull you off the floor, and this time, you didn’t pull away.
“We should probably head home then, huh?” You questioned with a soft smile and a nod. Sure it was the weekend, but you still didn’t want to spend the whole thing exhausted.
“Come on then, I’ll walk you back to your place!” he smiled happily and you finally started out. You’d gotten there a little after seven, and pulling your phone out now to check the time you gasped slightly as the time on your phone flickered over to one am. It wasn’t the latest, but having started at seven?
“Holy shit…” You shook your head slightly. “How were we there for so long?” You looked up at him, not really even noticing that he’d tossed his arm around you lightly.
“See, time really does fly when you’re having fun, right?” He smirked at you and you just shook your head slightly.
“Guess so.” you rolled your eyes slightly and nodded a bit as you walked, the sound of the club slowly disappearing behind you.
“I’m glad you had fun.” He nodded slowly giving your arm a light squeeze. You’d both had the same amount to drink but he seemed fine while your body felt warm, and you were sure your cheeks were flushed.
“Don’t go getting cocky on me now.” You nudged his side slightly and he laughed happily.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetcheeks.” He smirked as you walked and scoffed a bit.
“Thought I told you not to call me that earlier.” You huffed slightly and shook your head as you walked home.
The rest of the walk continued much the same until you got to your apartment building and stopped.
“This is my stop.” You nodded slowly and looked up at him with a soft smile and he nodded slowly, seeming reluctant to pull back as his arm shifted off your shoulders and his hand slipped into his pocket.
“Ah, yeah… We should do this again sometime, right?” He questioned with a light dust of just barely noticeable pink across his cheeks.
“You know, uh… If you wanted you could come in and stay a while?” You suggested, rubbing the back of your neck slightly, a bit unsure why you were offering something like that, but the other seemed to light up a bit at the offer, the feathers of his wings ruffling a little which you had to admit was a bit cute.
“Wait, really?! You’re inviting me in?” He smiled brightly and you just shook your head a bit.
“Not if you keep acting so happy about it.” You teased and motioned to the door. “Lets go.” You nodded a bit and gave him a small smile, holding the door open slightly for him.
It was pretty rare for you to invite someone up with you, into your home, your safe place, but he had seemingly done a good job at making you loosen up and have a good time, so you decided to hell with it as you stepped onto the elevator with him.
You bumped the button for the fourth floor and stood close beside Hawks on the way up, teasing him and joking lightly as you got off and paused outside your door to bend down and slip off your shoe.
“Why are you taking your shoes off?” He tilted his head in confusion.
“My key is in my boot. It's the only place it won't get lost.” You chuckled softly as you fumbled in your boot for it and moved to unlock the door. However, before you even got a chance to finish unlocking it, Hawk’s reached out and gently pulled you closer, surprising you with a sudden kiss.
Your body froze slightly at the sudden touch and after blinking a few times your body simply relaxed, eventually returning the light kiss while it lasted, your eyes falling closed.
You weren’t sure how long Hawks kissed you, your cheeks flushing darkly as he finally parted from your lips and you were left breathless and confused.
“Wh-wha...what was...you...uh..” You stuttered and stammered for a moment, just looking up at him in slight shock.
“Sorry… I uh...you were in a good mood and I figured it was better to do it before we got inside. I’d rather you be mad at me before we get inside then to have you make me leave while we’re in there.” He spoke slowly, rubbing his neck nervously and biting his lip, pulling back a little as if planning to leave. It took you a moment to register what he said enough to nod, but as soon as you nodded a bit you shifted, dropping your shoe to the ground so you could stop the other from going and gently pull him back into another soft kiss.
This time it was him that seemed surprised, gasping softly before he gladly melted against your lips and his hands found your hips, pulling you in for more.
You were lost, no idea what you were doing or why you were doing it but here you stood kissing the winged hero Hawks after an unwanted date gone perfect in front of your own apartment. The kiss lasted far longer than you cared to admit and as it continued it only seemed to get deeper and somehow desperate as you were walked back toward your door, shoe being kicked in alongside you as the man in question pushed the door open and removed your key from the lock, pressing you back lightly against the door when it was closed.
Your head swirled in your confusion, but you still didn’t pull away, your lips fighting with his as his hands began to run along your sides pulling a small shiver from you. He smirked as he pulled back, the door clicking as he locked it and tilted his head, kisses trailing down slowly along your neck and making you release a small but overly-excited moan from the sudden touch to sensitive skin.
He seemed pleased by the sound you made, his fingers tangling with the fabric along the hem of your shirt, carefully slipping underneath and brushing along your sides more directly, slipping up further before he was all out groping your chest pulling a soft gasp from you.
He smirked as he shifted you a bit, his lips once more pulling you in for a deep kiss as your hands shifted up slowly from his chest to begin to unbutton his top, feeling his lips pulling into a smirk as he pulled back.
“Didn’t take you for the type to do this on a first date.” He teased, hands still warm on your breasts as you tugged the buttons of his shirt undone slowly.
“Hm, maybe not. But are you complaining?” You questioned with a smirk as you pulled the last ones open and reached up to his shoulders, sliding hands under the fabric and over his built form to pull off the shirt and watch it pool on the floor just before your lips crashed against his once again and you moaned softly against his lips in an attempt to spur him on further.
His hands moved slowly up behind your neck, pulling the tie of your halter undone and watching as the fabric slipped down, letting your breasts pop free and his hands move more freely as well. You shuddered at the feeling of calloused fingers brushing across the sensitive skin of your nipples pulling a small moan from you once more.
“F-fuck.” Your breath was shuddered as you broke the kiss and he tugged you forward off the wall, pulling the rest of your shirt off to toss it aside, slowly leaving a trail of clothing as you pushed and pulled one another back toward the bedroom, hands roaming one another’s torsos and sides until finally you were pushed back onto the bed, the only thing left on your body the comfortable underwear you’d put on before you left, the same with him and his boxers, the last remaining thing between either of you.
“God damn…” The man breathed out as he looked over you, smirking as he shifted to climb over you with a low chuckle. “I knew you were sexy but I didn’t expect you to be this sexy.” He hummed and leaned down to kiss and suck along your neck. “You’re probably already fucking soaked, aren’t you?” He smirked and slipped a hand down between you to press his fingers against you through your panties, clear slick immediately beginning to soak through the fabric making an evident wet spot as you moaned.
“Ah~ Hawks!” You gasped and bit your lip as he touched you. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, shaking his head a little. “Not right now I’m not. Keigo. Call me by name.” He smirked and leaned down again to press his lips roughly against yours, his fingers still lightly massaging at that wet spot.
You moaned against his lips and nodded in an obedient manner, shivering as his free hand played with your nippled slowly, his fingers then slipping under the fabric of your bottoms to tease your entrance.
“You’re so wet. Fuck. Look at this.” He dipped a finger inside of you quickly and pulled his hand back to look at the strands of slick connecting his fingers now. You moaned and blushed darkly as he shifted to press his fingers to your lips. “Open your mouth, sweetcheeks. I want you to taste yourself~.” Your face felt like it was burning but you listened, your lips slowly parting as you sucked his fingers into your mouth, going along with whatever he seemed to want to do. He smirked and watched you seeming pleased.
“Shit, beautiful. I really didn’t think you’d be this much of a slut~. You’re probably already aching for my cock aren’t you. You want me inside you don’t you?” He purred his words out low and sweet like they were simply laced with honey and you couldn’t help but listen, moaning around his fingers as he slipped them from your mouth and he nodded slowly.
“God, yes…” You breathed out slowly as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip.
“Question is where~? You want me to fuck you or would you rather I use this pretty little mouth of yours? Shove my cock down your throat until it’s all you can think about.” He hummed deeply and you shivered at the thought, the fabric covering your heat slowly being removed to expose you to the cool air of the room as his fingers gently began to circle your clit. “So what’ll it be, slut? You want me to fuck your cunt or that pretty mouth?” He smirked mischievously and you simply whined, shifting and rolling your hips down for his touch, mind fuzzy from the current pleasure he was giving you.
“I-I want… ah~ fuck… I wanna suck your cock…” You managed to breathe out, your body shuddering as his fingers pulled back from you and he smirked shifting to stand and nodded. “Alright then, get to it.” He scoffed slightly as he looked over you. You had to take a moment to compose yourself enough to crawl to your knees on the edge of the bed in front of him, hands carefully moving to pull down his boxers and reveal his cock standing perfectly erect and throbbing before you. You sighed slightly seeing him like this, you’d never wanted to admit just how attractive he was before, but now? You couldn’t deny it at all. He was gorgeous.
You acted slowly, purely on what you knew, one hand slowly grasping the base and stroking along his length a few times before leaning down and kissing a long stripe along his length, looking up at him with a small smirk of your own.
“You really are a little slut, huh? Done this before have you?” He chuckled deeply as he watched you kiss and lick along his length before taking the head into your mouth and swirling your tongue around him with a nod. “I can tell, you know how to handle a cock.” He chuckled deepl and let out a low groan as you pressed yourself down suddenly, taking over half his length into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks to suck hard around him.
His head lolled back a bit and he groaned deeply. “Fuck~. Such a good slut, sucking it so deep.” He breathed out and let you begin to bob your head, one hand tangling into your hair to press you down more. You gagged a bit as he pressed you lower but kept your composure, moaning around his length as one hand of yours moved down to your heat, two fingers carefully slipping inside you as you spread yourself a bit farther apart on the bed, moning again as you began to calmly finger yourself while you sucked him deep and hard, his hand guiding your head a bit as you continued. You showed no signs of stopping even as the other began to roll his hips into your mouth, your sucking and twisting and licking pleasing him to the edge as he groaned.
“Fuck~, I’m gonna cum soon.” He hissed out slowly and his hips rocked forward a bit, pulling another gag from you as you pressed down more and swallowed around his length.
“Fuck yeah, swallow my cock, slut.” He groaned and continued to roll his hips for a few long moments before he groaned and his hips stilled, keeping your head held down. “You can swallow this too~.” He purred deeply as he groaned and came in our mouth, pulling back and leaving you sputtering for a moment before you swallowed what was left and panted slowly.
You didn't have much time to recover before he was suddenly pushing you back against the bed again, pinning you roughly as his still-hard cock positioned against your aching cunt.
“Did so good for me, now I’ll return the favor. Gonna fuck you so good., give you just what you want, slut.” He purred slowly as he pressed forward pulling a loud moan from you as he pushed his length into you slowly, bottoming out and beginning to slowly thrust.
He wasn’t huge, above average but nothing special. However, what was special was the way he moved, angled upward so he hit against your deepest and most sensitive spots all at once, his thumb circling your clit as he pinned you down preventing you from desperately rolling your hips as he fucked into you.
“Ah~ K-Kei!” You gasped and moaned out for him, your back arching up as best it could the way he had you pinned. “F-feels so good~ Please don’t stop~!” You gasped out and your hips rocked a bit down against him as he smirked.
“And take this away from my little slut? Not a chance.” His hips snapped forward as he spoke, pounding into you roughly.
When you pleaded harder, he pounded you harder, when you whined for faster his hips picked up the pace, if you wanted more he kissed you and fucked you more making you a sloppy mess as he fucked into you.
“Such a good little whore like this. Wanna fuck you all night, use you up until youre panting and the only thign you remember is my name on your lips~.” He groaned deeply as he spoke, his own low moans making you whine for more as he fucked you, the coil in your stomach tightening more with each thrust of his hips.
“I-I’m close… Kei~.” You breathed out slowly, your head spinning as you clung to him as best you could, his movements rough and lovely as he fucked you into the mattress.
“Then cum for me, sweetcheeks~, I wanna watch you lose yourself on my cock, wanna fill you up with my cum.” He groaned out with a smirk as he leaned over you, biting and sucking a few marks against your neck, the sensation just enough to send you crashing over the edge as you back arched up off the bed and you came hard with a loud moan and a pitiful whine. He smirked as he watched you, enjoying the display and not stopping, continuing on as he watched you squirm beneath him, overstimulation slowly setting in as he slammed his hips forward and came hard inside you, painting your insides white and pulling out quickly to finish, the last of his release spilling over your stomach and dripping down as he held your thighs apart and watched his cum drip out of you.
You weren’t sure how long it took for you to catch your breath, but in that time the other flopped down beside you, reaching for a tissue box beside your bed and cleaning bother of you as best as a box of tissues coil before he completely relaxed against the bed, one of his large red wings resting across your naked form and pulling you closer so he could sling an arm around you as well, using his wing as a blanket to hold you in rather than move to get a real one.
You were both silent for a long time. Tired but both having something left to say. You bit your lip and after a while of slowing down ragged breaths you finally spoke up.
“I think I can safely say you won. Even if that was more than just drinks.” You chuckled lightly and he nodded a bit with a smile, shifting to kiss you softly.
“Does that mean I get a second date?” He smirked slowly as he held onto you and with a soft giggle and a tired yawn you nodded.
“One more.” You smiled softly and closed your eyes, gently drifting off to the quiet sound of his calm laughter.
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Kinktober 12: Masks, RK1K
Of course I had to write a masquerade!
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It had been a fun idea that showed you could never know who was really an android or not. A few humans were supposed to act like androids and a few androids were supposed to act like humans. Of course, the androids had the advantage, being able to change their appearance and voice at will. Everyone was also supposed to wear masks like a typical masquerade. At the end of the night, they would try to guess who wasn't who they said they were.
Connor was one of the few not allowed to guess, but he could disguise himself if he wanted to. He would be just too good at figuring out everyone, but that was fine. He was excited to get to dress up and had an idea for his outfit.
Beautiful white and gold blossom mask was kept to his face by a golden ribbon, but he let his hair be curlier than normal. It wouldn't be any longer but he also darkened it to be black instead of brown.
It was a river of red tulle, rippling from the waist to drape and pool across the floor. A gentle circlet of gold, hung with a drape of thin chain, links catching the light like stars against the shadow of Connor’s spine, the dress opening in the back to show it. The dress had a crushed bouquet of golden daisies, flowers bursting from the center to curve up towards bared shoulders, the pressed appliqué vines curling down towards a single hip.
He also wore black high block heels and undergarments he planned on no one seeing. Sure there was one person he'd like to see and touch there but that was doubtful.
It wouldn't be too hard to figure out it was him, but he hoped the slight changes would throw everyone off. Not to mention the fact that he chose to wear a dress instead of a suit.
He had to find and buy his whole outfit by himself and couldn't even show Hank since he was invited too. There was one person, the same one that he wanted to touch him, that he was dying to see their reaction. Yet the masks and disguises would make it hard to tell.
He looked himself over one last time, once again debating if he should have installed the breasts. He had them for whenever he felt like it, but he liked how he looked and felt without them when dressed like this.
Yet even if he did decide on that he'd have to go all the way back to Hank's, and he was already slightly late. He could hear the soft music playing in the room in front of him, the sounds of people talking and enjoying themselves were even louder.
There was still a small like to get in, having to go through a scan to make sure there were no weapons. Only certain people could go through without taking any of theirs off, and Connor was one of them.
He didn't have too many weapons on him, but just enough to keep everyone safe if need be.
So instead he moved to the side door and slipped in, making sure the door didn't close on his dress.
The large room-once used as a cafeteria for the Cyberlife Tower-was warm from the human bodies. There were three long tables of food laid out, the two ends for the humans and the middle for the androids.
There was a live band set up playing soft music, but there was also a DJ booth he assumed would be used later into the night.
Around the tables were plenty of chairs for humans to sit and rest between dances while everyone stood around the edges.
Multiple couples were dancing on the floor, some more professional in style, and others simply swaying to the beat.
The lighting was soft but bright enough that no human would struggle to see, but there were also fairy lights strung up on the ceiling looking like stars.
It was one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen, and he stood there for a second taking it all in. He'd slip into the crowd in a moment, but for now, he could see everything.
He finally let himself blend in, a few people stopping him to compliment his dress. He had made his voice as androgynous as possible and it seemed to work.
He recognized Josh and Simon instantly, the two dancing together, but they had decided to forgo any actual disguise. He couldn't find North or Markus yet so they probably were hiding their identity.
Not only was this a fun activity to bring everyone together, if anyone did try to attack they wouldn't know who to get first.
It was fairly easy to identify the humans disguised as androids, but a few had him having to check twice just to be sure.
He also spotted Hank in the crowd but decided not to approach. He didn't want anyone connecting the two together.
"You look stunning." A deep voice mumbled over his shoulder. He jumped and his head whipped around to see a very handsome man standing there.
No one feature makes this man so handsome, though his eyes come close. People often speak of the color of eyes, as if that were of importance, yet his would be beautiful in any shade, the deep blue stunning. From them comes an intensity an honesty, a gentleness. His skin was a honey brown, close to Markus's but not quite.
Connor squinted at him just slightly, something about the way he smiled and his eyes told him he knew this person. Yet he didn't recognize him by appearance. "Thank you…"
"Leo, it's a pleasure to meet you." The man-Leo-held out his hand and Connor took it, giving a firm shake.
"Andrea." It was the first name he could think of, but now he had to stick with it. Plus, it changed gender depending on the language.
Leo tilted his head and Connor knew for a fact this person was an android. There was always an odd sensation when he was being scanned, but he had put a small disruptor on so no one could truly scan him.
He saw the small amount of confusion on Leo's face but it quickly faded. "A beautiful name for a beautiful… person."
Connor snorted but tried to cover it up with a polite cough. "Thank you, you look wonderful as well." He wasn't lying either, the man definitely stood out of the crowd.
He wore a mask that had dark multi-colored feathers surrounding this mardi gras style minotaur mask. Black elastic strap will hold it in place around his head.
He wore a paisley vested dress suit featuring a prominent wide lapel jacket with double side vents in back. The red paisley pattern vest set on gus black and red suit had a matching red tie. Overall it was incredibly well put together and looked wonderful on him, obviously tailored to him.
It was oddly amusing how well they seemed to match without even trying. The people around them kept glancing over and Connor had to stop himself from trying to blend into the background.
One of the most important things about blending in and disgusting yourself was keeping as little lies as possible. The next was changing body language and tendencies. He had to show off because everyone knew he preferred to stay hidden.
"Would you care to dance?" He asked, offering his arm. Leo took it without hesitation, and the two walked to the middle of the room.
They easily positioned themselves, before starting to dance to the music. It was close to a waltz but not exactly, yet the flowed around the room effortlessly.
"So, Leo may I ask you a few questions?" He couldn't give away the fact that he wasn't allowed to actually guess.
Leo smiled and gave a small nod, before twirling Connor out then back into his arms, the dress fanning out. "As long as I can ask you some."
"A question for a question then. I think we can get the main out of the way. You're an android, aren't you?" He didn't need confirmation but it was a good way to get this going with as much truth as possible.
Leo chuckled and Connor could feel the vibrations against his chest before they moved away only to come back to each other in smooth movements. "That I am, and I'll use my question to ask the same."
Connor nodded and then let Leo lift him up by his waist, spin slightly before gently setting him back down. His hips tingled from the touch and he couldn't help but be even more intrigued. "I am, what gave it away?" He had temporarily taken his LED out for the night, but he'd put it back in afterward.
"I tried to scan you and I glitched."
"You flatter me." He said, changing it up by taking the lead. Leo easily let him, moving along without even stumbling. "But that is cheating."
"It's only cheating if you get caught, I hadn't expected someone to be able to block me out. I don't plan on exposing you if you don't expose me."
He was lifted again and he couldn't help the smile on his face. Then he was twirled and only then did he notice the dance floor had been empty except for the two of them. Everyone who wasn't too focused was now staring at them in awe. "I don't plan to either."
Then his feet were back on the floor and Leo took the lead again. They took a second to just dance and Connor felt like he was floating. They moved together almost too well, and Connor had a feeling he knew why.
"So, what do you like to do in your free time?" Now he just wanted to see how deep he could dig without 'Leo' finding out that he knew. Or he at least suspected.
Leo pulled Connor close again, their bodies sliding together before they stepped to the side, only an inch between them now as they moved. They seemed to be getting closer every time they came back to one another.
The hand on his back was low but never became immodest, yet it had him shivering and artificial goosebumps rising. He felt almost delicate in Markus-Leo's arms, yet also dangerous, mysterious, and powerful.
He had three knives and a gun strapped to his thighs that no one would be able to see. Not unless he wanted them to.
"I don't have much free time, but you can take it up what little I do have if you want." Leo added a wink and Connor giggled, rolling his eyes.
Markus wasn't doing such a good job at hiding who he was. He was different enough that Connor didn't want to call him out, but Connor knew him well enough.
The only thing he needed to know now is if Markus knew it was him. If he was still flirty because he could get away with it without anyone knowing, or if he was flirting with Connor.
"I can't exactly go over to someone's house without knowing his name, that would just be rude." Plus he didn't like not knowing. He could easily have a one-night stand with someone if he knew them enough, if not he preferred to pleasure himself.
"Well, you do know my name, it's Leo."
"No, I know the name you gave me. We both know we aren't who we say we are."
Leo gave a low hum, again looking him over but this time not scanning with his sensors, instead, just taking in the sight of him.
They glided their way around the ballroom in a wide circle, never getting too close to the people watching which was everyone now.
Connor was pushed out and his hand and arm went with the movement before being pulled in and gently dipped.
Then he was being gently lifted by his knee and he put an arm around Markus's neck, the other coming up to rest on his cheek as they spun. It was easy to get lost in the dance but then the music came to a slow stop and Markus put him down, giving him one last spin before pulling him in, Connor's back against his chest.
The panted together, more from the tension between them than the actual dance. The whole ballroom was completely silent before it erupted into applause. Connor flushed at the attention but he could feel Markus's breath against his ear, so warm.
They looked at each other before slowly pulling apart. Connor and Markus both bowed just slightly, each having wild grins on their faces.
Markus kept a hold of his hand as he led them to the door Connor had slipped in from. Connor knew what was going to happen and he really couldn't wait. Yet that doubt of Markus not knowing it was him, and doing it all anyway ate at him. Yet he'd still do this. He'd still be with him this way, at least for the night.
The door shut softly behind them, but he didn't have much time until he was being pressed against it, and Markus' lips on his.
His hands held him low on his hips, tugging gently at the fabric. Connor sighed into the kiss, pushing deeper. He knew this was Markus. It was so obvious and now he could finally taste him.
Fire running through his veins, the universe stopped. His mouth, electrifying and sweet. Markus made his own way through Connor's lips, sucking on them, teasing him, running the tip of his tongue along with them. Every delicious suck making him whimper. Connor felt hot everywhere, cheeks, neck, soles, crotch.
Then Markus kissed down his chin and to his neck, holding him up by his hands but also a knee between Connor's legs. "M-Markus!" Connor sighed out, tilting his head.
He only realized he called for Markus in his own voice when Markus froze. Shit, did he not know?
Then Markus was laughing and pressing into him and resting their foreheads against each other. "I knew it. I hoped it was you, no one else has that… connection with me. But you looked so similar I was worried it was someone doing a really good job at acting like you. This is going to sound terrible, but I was going to sleep with you whether or not you're actually you. I couldn't give up the opportunity even if it was fake."
He sagged in relief, not even knowing he had tensed up so much. He'd let himself use his own voice, but decided to keep the hair the same. It seemed Markus had the same idea. Nether even thought to take their masks off.
They were glued from chest to hip, but neither of them felt it was enough. Connor wanted to be able to feel all of him, but he could still hear the party liven back up after their dance. Did everyone know what they were about to do? Fuck, Hank saw that too, no doubt.
Markus slid his hand down, and over his growing bulge. He gave a soft chuckle, kissing Connor's cheek. "I wondered if you swapped parts for the night."
Connor quickly shook his head, then leaned it back against the door. "No, I wanted to keep that for tonight. Maybe later," he mumbled, his breath catching when Markus easily found his head through the layers of fabric.
"Hm, I'd like that. But I'd also like to see you. Maybe lick you a bit then fuck you against this door. Anyone close enough could hear too." Markus kept playing with him and he couldn't help but squirm.
"Yes! Fuck, yes Markus, please." He doubted anyone would come this way, but if they did they'd definitely get the sight of a lifetime.
Markus squatted down and Connor grabbed the skirt of his dress and slid it up.
A black thong skirted by fine lace, garters stamped with tiny black bows. The stockings they hold were sheer, topped with thin black filigree flowers, digging slightly round the thick of his thighs. Markus can just make out the crescent of a moon spun in the fibers of one, along with several ink dark petals. But what also caught his eye was Connor's weapons now on display.
He ran a finger down the inside of Connor's thigh then over the gun and then the knives. Connor whimpered and clutched the fabric tighter.
"Look at you, so beautiful. Did you wear these for me?" Markus asked.
Connor honestly didn't know if he was talking about the lingerie or weapons, yet it didn't change his response. "Yes! Yes, I did it all for you. I wanted to seduce you, but I had to find you first. Luckily you found m-me!"
He stumbled over his words as Markus licked him through the panties. He gave a low hum before doing it again, and again, and again.
"Markus please! More, please more." How Markus could turn him into a begging mess so easily was beyond him.
"It's ok, baby. I've got you." Then he took Connor's hard and leaking cock into that gorgeous mouth. Connor was still somewhat stunned this was actually happening, his hands clutching the fabric as his life depended on it.
Connor watched as his cock disappeared over and over into that filthy mouth. Lips stretched wide, and both hands on Connor's thighs, brushing against his weapons. He watched as one of those hands disappeared from his view, he could still feel it though, fondling his balls, brushing past them to rub against his hole.
His body gladly provided the lube that was needed and he wanted so badly to close his legs, to hide his dripping wetness from Markus.
Then he pulled off with a wet pop and licked at his whole, pulling the panties to the side. He did kitten licks at first, then flattening his tongue before pushing it in. Connor gasped and reached to grab one of Markus's shoulder, but Markus grabbed his leg and pulled it over instead. It gave him a much better angle to continue his ministrations, fucking him with his tongue.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Markus." He rambled hips twitching from want. But then the fucker moved back and took his cock in his mouth again, easily sliding in a finger into his tight heat.
After a few more moments of watching Markus bob his head on his cock, he felt the second finger begin, he felt them moving to stretch him. He jumped in surprise and pleasure when those fingers found his prostate and the third finger crept up beside the other two. Rubbing mercilessly against his prostate, Connor moaned, he was so damn close, Markus must have sensed this because he jerked his head back and let Connor's cock fall out of his mouth while his fingers switched to just gentle stretching movements instead.
Suddenly those talented fingers left his ass and he heard the sound of a buckle being undone, opening his eyes quickly he saw Markus pull his zipper down to let his own cock out, giving it a quick pump.
Markus pressed up against him and sliding his hands underneath Connor's ass he lifted him against the wall. Positioning Connor so his knees were over his shoulder, he was squeezed between the wall and Markus' hard-muscled body, the thought caught between a rock and a hard place, flickering through his mind briefly. Markus's cock was now rubbing it slowly against Connor's dripping hole. Connor whined and tried to wriggle but found he could barely move from the way he was being held against the wall.
There really was no hiding what they were doing now if someone walked by, and that thought alone had him whining high-pitched. "I want to feel you cum inside me, I want you to fuck me so hard that I’ll limp for a week, and then I want you to fuck me some more.” He demanded.
Then he was sliding his cock inside Connor's warm hole, in one long smooth motion, he pressed forward.
When he felt Markus bottom out, he was glad to be given a moment to breathe. He gasped as Markus pulled out and pushed back in, slowly picking up his pace, gradually building his speed. Markus tilted slightly and Connor's world spun. Crying out, he saw what people meant when they said they saw fireworks. "Yes!" He all but shouted, not giving a damn who heard him.
"You're so beautiful, so gorgeous for me, baby. Connor, god, look at you. So wet for my cock." Markus mumbled against Connor's skin.
Connor felt so close and the sound of Markus's real voice wasn't helping. "Markus! Markus I don't want to get dirty, fuck!"
He couldn't ruin his dress or Markus's suit. Markus huffed and reached down to hold the base of Connor cock, still fucking him senseless.
Connor moaned and felt tears prickle then slide down his cheeks. There was so much pressure and he just wanted to come already.
"How about this, I come in you, clean you up then you can come in my mouth. That sound good, baby boy?"
Connor nodded and could feel how close Markus was by how erratic his thrusts were. Yet he still drew it out until he could hold it back anymore.
Connor whimpered as he felt himself being filled with Markus's come, his hips desperately snapped up into Connor.
He couldn't stop whining as Markus pulled out, but only to drop so he could lick up his own come. He still held Connor's cock tight enough that he wouldn't come, but God he wanted it. His legs shook as Markus took his time, even sucked on his hole then swirled his tongue around inside.
Even when Connor was sure he was completely cleaned up, Markus kept going, teasing him. He felt so oversensitive that it was almost painful. He barely had enough strength to even hold his dress up, but Markus had enough strength to keep him up.
He was a crying, shaking, begging mess by the time Markus was pulling his mouth away from his hole to, finally, his dick.
"You ready, baby? Want to come now? I can keep going, keep fucking your pretty hole." Markus mumbled, before gently sucking on the head.
Connor's hips spasmed but Markus kept a tight hold on him, looking up at him through that beautiful mask. "Yes! Yes, please let me come. I need to!"
Markus took him all the way down then moved his hand away and swallowed. Connor screamed, back arching away from the door, his orgasms making his vision blur for a second.
Markus kept sucking and swallowing, taking down every last bit he could get with greed. He swirled his tongue across the head making Connor's legs give out, before pulling off and catching him.
"There we go, baby. Did so well not coming." Markus mumbled, pressing close to his neck. Connor could feel the softness of the feathers and it tickled just slightly.
Markus held him to his chest as they both calmed down enough for Connor to stand again, fixing his panties. He felt so dirty and worried that he'd been too loud. But it seemed they had switched from live music to the DJ so he didn't worry too much.
Markus played with Connor's hair as he made sure they were both presentable. "You really are beautiful, Connor. I'm glad you didn't change your eyes."
Connor flushed blue, leaning into the gentle touch. "Even though you changed your eyes, I could tell it was you. There's this fire and passion behind them no matter what."
"I think you only notice that because I'm often looking at you."
Oh, that was just too damn smooth. He pulled Markus forward into a soft and slow kiss, no need to get them worked up again.
He couldn't wait until he could do this in the normal bodies, where he can take his time exploring every inch of Markus. But for now, he pulled back, fixing both of the masks. "I adore you. You ready to go back in? I'm sure people are wondering where we've gone."
Markus gave a hum, then leaned forward to kiss Connor one last time. "I am." Markus's voice transformed back into his disguise and Connor took his arm, walking proudly back into the ballroom.
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Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader
Word count: 1.5K
Summary: Chris’s blue eyes turn green.
Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Jealous Chris, possessiveness, rough sex in a pickup truck, public sex, fingering, nipple play, edging, rearview mirror sex, talking you through it, p in v, creampie, good girl kink, fluff, ‘lil more Dom Chris. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).
Author’s note: This is the result of a dear Nonnie’s ask, a sequel to Customer Service. I need another series like another hole in my head. Welp. Lemme know if we need to see more of these two.
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You were bent over the steering wheel of the pickup truck, trapped between it and Chris’s huge cock pounding in and out of you. He was holding back, stroking deep but frustratingly slow.
There was nothing you could do but take it. And you loved it.
Chris was lifting you slightly with strong hands around your waist so he could leverage his thrusts, pelvis striking your ass so forcefully that he could see the effects on your bottom.
“Sssssss… oh yeah. Love to see that ass jiggle when you’re taking these shots, Gorgeous. You always take ‘em so well, too. Squeezing me like… like a... Good. Fucking. Girl.”
“Hhhhhnnnnghhh, Chris! I…”
You were complaining and keening at the same time, trying not to honk the horn as Chris had his way with you. But he was fucking you so well that you were about to collapse on the wheel and that would cause a long, loud blare and you were beginning not to care….
You tried to focus, but it was hard.
Chris was hard.
So deliciously hard.
Chris ran his hand up your spine under your dress and around to tease and pinch your taught nipples intermittently. That, the smell of the leather of the wrapped steering wheel, the fog forming in the window from your breath and the cold outside combined for information overload for this adventure.
You could almost feel his smile as he reached down to spread your cheeks so he could see better in the dim light.
“Fuccckkkkkkk. That’s so pretty. The way your tiny little pussy struggles to let me in yet takes me so well. This is a great angle in the moonlight. You know I love to watch my cock destroy your holes, Gorgeous.”
Oh, you knew. The number of mirrors you’d bought to decorate the rooms of his house were not wasted. Chris Evans was a freak.
The image in your head about how good it might look and that, coupled with how good it felt, caused you to moan louder than you intended.
“That’s it, Gorgeous. Let me hear you. Get loud if you want.”
You chuckled and shook your head at him.
“Don’t be a dick. Chris.”
He responded by hitting it even harder than before, rendering you unable to speak properly.
“Omygoddddthatfeelsssoooo! …..l”
“What Gorgeous? Does it feel good? And you say I shouldn’t be a dick? But that’s what’s making you incoherent right now, correct?”
He paused for you to answer but you could only whine as he held you down to destroy your cunt. His hand reached around for your clit and you almost lost it from this new assault. He teased you, applying varying degrees of pressure, pinching, and flicking to your sensitive bud, apparently trying to drive you insane.
“Chris… please, please, please…”
You put your forehead down on the wheel and rotated your pelvis on his cock, chasing some kind of relief. The air was full of the smell of sex and the sounds of arousal. Chris ignored your begging and continued his monologue.
“Ohhh, shit, Y/N! D’ya hear that pussy? How wet it is? You’re fucking soaked for me. Cream all over my cock, Gorgeous”
Chris’s voice was loud, and it carried, and you knew he was doing it on purpose. Then he stopped talking so you could both hear the obscene wetness of you and him fucking in his truck on this beautiful October Friday night.
“This. Pussy. Is. Mine. Right?”
“Yes, Chris.. Yes.”
Your whisper was plaintive and urgent. You just needed to cum. Chris was speeding up slowly now, the thick slick head of his cock sliding through your channel, making you feel every beautiful imperfection. And when he was seated fully inside you…gotdamn.
“What did you say?”
“It’s yours. Only yours!”
You got a little loud, but now you didn’t care that his window was down. At this point you didn’t care who heard. This felt like nirvana. You and Chris together always did.
“Wanna see your face, Gorgeous.”
Chris snaked his hand up the front of you, grabbed your throat, and leaned you back on him so that you could feel his heart beat fast through the layers of clothes between you. His seat was reclined all the way back.
He kissed the side of your head as you arched back onto him and you felt him moving. But all that mattered was chasing the high that was just out of reach. His hand was between your legs, stroking your clit with fingers that were teasing you so good that your legs were shaking.
“Chris! Please!”
You were soaking his fingers.
Chris grabbed your chin and turned it so that you were now facing the adjusted rear view mirror which showcased your lust filled face.
“Keep those fucking eyes open, Gorgeous,” Chris whispered menacingly against the shell of your ear.
You shuddered as his other hand crept up from your thigh to flick your nipple with his forefinger and thumb over and over. The pain was delicious. You closed your eyes and he moved his hand away for a second then back to your throat.
“Watch me watch you cum, Gorgeous. I need it. Cum all over me and my nicely detailed leather seats.”
You met Chris' eyes in the rear view and opened your mouth to breathe. You started panting as he nuzzled your cheek.
“Can you do that for me? My Gorgeous Good Girl? Scream for me.”
“Fuck!”
You rasped, then yelled as you clenched and came around him, uttering filthy pornographic sounds as you finally found your release. You were vaguely grateful that you did not in fact release everywhere, but any coherent thought left your brain again as Chris let you up to ride his cock and your orgasm to its finish.
“That shit is mine… fuck me Gorgeous. Make me cum.”
You worked your hips and soon he pulsed hot sticky sweet cum deep inside you and collapsed on the steering wheel.
The horn let out a bleet, which caused you to try and scramble off Chris’s lap. But he held you fast, kissing the back of your neck as he ground his slowly softening member inside you, causing an aftershock to run through your body.
“Fucking mine.”
The possessiveness.
“Christ, Christopher. You’re a menace.”
You were hoarse and you wondered how much you shouted when you came. You looked up to see Ryan’s window move when the shutters closed. There was no mistaking that you had an audience.
“Chris. He probably heard the whole thing.”
You leaned back and whispered as Chris reached in the center console for some paper napkins.
“Good,” grunted Chris as he tenderly cleaned you up the best he could.
You shifted to the passenger seat and grabbed for your panties on the floor. Chris snatched them before you could and stuffed them in his pocket as he zipped up his pants. He winked at you.
You shivered as you shook your head, causing Chris’s eyes to soften and hand you his flannel shirt for warmth. He reached over and buttoned it up as you looked up into his blue, blue eyes. You wanted to reassure him.
“You don’t have to worry, just because I’m working with Ryan now, doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything with him. He’s just a flirt. And he doesn’t know we have this ….situation.”
You looked toward Ryan’s house again and frowned, realizing that you had to search for a word to describe you and Chris. You decided to chill.
“Well he didn’t.”
Chris grimaced at the word “situation” as he took in the look on your face.
You and Chris had been hooking up on the low for about 6 weeks. You were just letting things flow and not stressing a label. Further conversation about what you were hadn’t seemed that urgent until now.
To Chris, it was urgent as a muthafucker tonight.
“Ryan Duran is an asshole. And I saw him checking for you all night. He wants that ass. And when he made that joke about bending you over his new couch I…”
“I can handle Dr. Duran, handsome.”
You smiled at Chris and gently rubbed your hand over his still buzzed head and now full beard as his eyes shone in the moonlight.
“Look at it this way, you should be content that you raised the most money for Z’s class. You beat his ass by reading If You Give a Dog a Donut.”
Chris gave you a side smile. He loved giving back to his community. He loved that you knew that about him.
He loved…
“You’re right. Now my girlfriend, who is the best interior designer in the Northeast, will be making over her classroom.”
You raised your eyebrow at him.
“Girlfriend?”
You crossed your arms as Chris started the truck.
“Yes, Girlfriend. Everyone knows you’re my girlfriend, Gorgeous.”
You looked at him skeptically.
“Well, no one told me. ”
You huffed as if you were mad.
Chris turned off the truck and leaned toward you, gently reaching for your face and turning it toward him.
“You’re my One, Gorgeous. Will you be mine?”
You took his face in your hands and kissed his pouting lips. A surge of joy filled your soul.
“Yes, Sir. Will you be my boyfriend?”
Chris grinned.
“Only if you spend the weekend at my place,” Chris quipped as he pulled off from being where he’d parked in front of Ryan’s house an hour earlier.
“Sure, but I have to prep for my meeting with Ryan Monday morning.”
“Fair enough, let’s go grab your laptop and swatches and nothing else. I want you naked except for my shirts and in my bed for the next 48 hours.”
He smiled at the road to your place and put a huge, hot hand on your thigh.
“I’ll feed you, fuck you, and fill you with cum…”
You laughed and shook your head at him.
“I can’t with you Christopher…”
He leaned over for a kiss at the stoplight.
“Oh yes you can. And only with me.”
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Customer Service: Chris needs you to complete what is missing in his bedroom decor.
One Per Customer: Chris’s blue eyes turn green.
Customer Favorite: Chris admits how he truly feels for you. Except not to you. Soon Come!
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OMG!
I’m in LOVE with Chris and Gorgeous.
But I Kinda wanted them to have sexy times in the truck.
I’m just saying…
Ugh! I wasn’t gonna but…
Still flanneled, buzzed (and bearded), CE smut in a truck.
A drabble-ish. Soon.
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It’s Not Quite Kinktober, but it’s something.
Chris Evans Smut coming soon.
Flannel wearing, buzzcut, pickup truck driving CE.
😋
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Save My Night
Pairing: Loki x Darcy
Warning: Implied Sexual Content, Loki Does What He Wants, Loki learn how to celebrate anniversary, romantic dinner, Crack Fic, tasertricks - Freeform
Words: 644
Prompt: Birthday/Anniversary/Special Occasion Sex - @the-th-horniest-book-club Kinktober 5th Oct 👻
A/N: Unbeta! Any grammar mistake will be on me. Divider by me 😆 Comment, like and reblog are highly desirable 💋
After the shower thing yesterday, Darcy can't find Loki anywhere. She was pissed. Maybe a little bit about yesterday but more likely because today should be their 1st anniversary/celebration or that kind of thing. Maybe it’s not a thing in Asgard but she’s still mad.
“Fuck you Loki!!!” Darcy let out a frustrated scream on the top of her lungs. The sound of the wave rolled over her voice but apparently the Black Widow noticed her antics as she stopped her running time to approach her.
“Lewis, are you ok?”
“Oh hi. Nah I’m fine.” Her demeanor changed quickly. “Have you seen Loki?”
Natasha's green eyes flickered to the side, eyes focus on the luxurious vacation house they have been staying in. “I think I saw him with Tony like an hour ago.”
“Oh great thanks Nat— err Ms. Romanoff.”
Natasha arched her left eyebrow at her. Darcy scurried away immediately from the beaches. She didn’t know how to face the formidable assassin sometimes. Most of the time it made her nervous.
Darcy practically searched the huge mansion and couldn't find Loki anywhere. She also asked the A.I and she only received answers that Loki hasn’t been back yet. Feeling a bit annoyed by it, she spent the rest of the day working on Jane’s data, although she shouldn’t since they were practically still on holiday.
***
Darcy let out a long sigh as she enjoyed the bath. The smells of vanilla mixed with pumpkin clouded her senses.
After spending quite a long time in the bathtub, Darcy was welcomed by a huge package on the bed. Laid out was a red sequin dress. It was plunge neck, volume sleeves with a keyhole back. Not to mention a pair of Louboutin shoes with her size.
It didn’t take a long time for Darcy to fit in the dress and applied some make up. When she put the shoes on, Loki suddenly materialized in front of the mirror. Darcy absolutely let out a curse as she was taken aback.
Loki wears a white button up dress and a black slack. His longer hair tied in a bun made him look obviously pretty. Darcy felt his predatory glance at her and she welcomed it with grace.
“Shall we?” Loki offered his left arm for her to hold. When Darcy took it, she could feel the gravity shifted as both of them materialized on a yacht.
A romantic dinner with a lot of roses scattered on the deck welcome both of them. Darcy was speechless. No man ever did this over the top date or anniversary celebration for her.
They ate in silence. Enjoying the food and the wine under the full moon.
“I thought you forgot.” Darcy shipped her wine while the server clean their plate.
“How could I? Tony Stark told me it’s a huge deal so I feel obliged to adapt.”
Swinging her Louboutin to Loki’s chair, Darcy playfully climbed on him. Her short asymmetrical dress rode up just under her ass check.
Loki swept his tongue over his thin lips as his green eyes focused on Darcy’s breasts. He can see the nipples stood out under the fabric, likely due to the cold breeze. His long and slender fingers found its way to her hips and dawn to her ass.
“You little minx.” Loki let out a groan as his fingers wandered under her dress and found Darcy didn’t wear anything under it.
Darcy rolled her hips and let out a disappointed mewls of less skin to skin contact. She pecked Loki on the lips and circled her hands behind his neck. “So…, any idea how we celebrate tonight?”
That night, Darcy and Loki spend a long time having a good intimate, and sweaty sex under the moon light. Of course after Loki magicked the chef and server out of the yacht.
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