i was an angel, looking to get f*cked hard. like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer
summary: a disaster.
warnings: like, everything. threesomes mmf and ffm. anal, like extreme anal too. oral. vaginal, and also extreme vaginal bc yikes that got crazy there for a moment. slight bondage. steve being the b e s t (imo that’s a logical warning)
word count: around 9,250
relationships: steve rogers x reader (main), andy barber x reader, mike weiss x reader, ransom drysdale x reader, robert pronge x reader, ari levinson x reader, colin shea x reader, nick vaughan x reader, frank adler, wanda maximoff x reader
a/n: i’m just discreetly dropping this mess in the cover of night lol. literally will never understand why my mind came up with this idea. but if you see this fic, who was your favorite power duo?
To you, it was just another normal day. You were on Steve’s lap, your legs draped over his, his knees pressed hard against your inner thighs to keep you open, your ass grinding down on his hard cock. With two fingers buried in your overworked pussy and a thumb rounding your clit, you couldn’t sit up on your own. You were leaned back against his chest, babbling all the while your cunt made a mess on his pants and the bed.
To Steve, well, he had other plans. “What do you think your weirdest fantasy is, doll?”
He was only asking because you were so distracted, so weak-minded in that moment to feel anything even close to shame. But the last thing you ever wanted was to hurt Steve, didn’t matter how fucked out you were.
“I don’t know,” you mumbled.
“You know you can tell me anything, right? I know you’re a beautiful woman who gets a lot of attention. It’s all right…”
“Steve?” you prompted. Why this question? Why now? And what did he mean by attention?
His mouth was at your ear when he spoke next. “You were talking in your sleep again.”
You immediately felt hot all over, and it was not because of your impending orgasm. “What did I say?”
“Some very interesting things. But I wanna hear it again. I wanna hear it now that you’re wide awake.”
You turned your head up, shivering when he didn’t stop moving his fingers. “I love you.”
“I know you do, my gorgeous girl. I always know. But I love you, too, and I want to make sure I give you everything you want. You can tell me, I would never betray your trust.”
“Well,” you squeaked, feeling like your throat was about to close, “lately…”
He curled his fingers up just right and you cried out. “It’s okay, baby, I’ve got all day. I’ll get it out of you one way or another.”
“It’s just…um, lately…I’ve kind of been thinking about, like, being fucked…”
He hummed.
“By, like, a lot of people. Like…in one night.”
He scoffed. “People or men?”
“Well…”
“It’s okay,” he assured. “You want to be fucked by a lot of different cocks, yeah?”
All you could do was nod.
“That’s okay, baby. I was just curious is all. Just like you are. It’s not wrong to fantasize about that.”
“But I don’t need it, okay? I only need you.”
“I know,” he assured. “I know how much you love my cock.”
“And you.”
He nodded, smirking. “Yes, and me.”
When Steve had come home from his run several days later, you had felt him watching you. You craved him immediately because even after all these years, all the nights he had fucked you senseless, the missions the two of you couldn’t go without being connected, you still ached to be wrapped around him because you loved him so much.
He kissed you slowly, pointedly before he went to take a shower. You went to his bedroom several minutes later and waited for him on his bed. You stripped down to nothing but your bra and panties.
You knew he heard you come in and he heard you drop your clothing, he heard you climb on the bed, and he could hear you breathing. You were certain he could smell you, too. You were drenched just thinking about fucking him. It was unnatural how badly you wanted Steve sometimes.
He came out without a towel, water dripping onto the floor.
You scoffed. “Baby, stop making a mess.”
“Don’t be hypocritical, doll. You’re about to make a mess of the bed.”
You arched an eyebrow. “Am I?”
Still soaking wet, he approached the bed carefully. He showed zero hesitation as he laid himself on top of you.
You laughed. “Steve, you’re getting water everywhere!”
He didn’t care, he just kissed you, filthy, all tongue, moaning into your open mouth. His hands slid up and down your torso, your hips, your thighs, never touching you quite where you wanted him to.
You felt his cock between your bodies, already hard. You attempted to reach down to move your underwear aside, but he caught both of your hands and pinned them to the mattress over your head.
He broke the kiss to stare down at you.
“Well, are you going to make me make a mess, or what?”
“I have something new I wanna try, doll.”
You scoffed. “New? Is there anything you haven’t done to me yet?”
He looked excited to answer the question, but knew if he started to think about it, this situation would quickly spiral out of his control. “Well, remember how Wanda took an entire town hostage?”
Your mouth dropped. “I don’t think we’re supposed to talk about that.”
“Oh, she’s fine now. That’s what therapy is for.”
“Okay, but your point is?”
“She’s gotten much better at using those powers.”
“Like…the mental stuff? Like…” You hated to use these negative terms because you hardly blamed Wanda for everything that went down, but until Bruce had come up with the sensitive script, you were all just going in blind. “Like, mind control?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me how that’s relevant right now, Steven.”
“Better at mind control, better at…creating worlds. It doesn’t even have to be out here anymore, she could get inside your mind and make you think you were living a life that she completely made up.”
You narrowed your eyes. “What are you saying?”
“I asked her for a little help. You remember what we talked about the other day? How you want to get fucked by different men?”
“That is not what I said because I definitely do not want that.”
“You don’t want to get fucked by other men, in reality. In a world created by Wanda, however…”
“Steve, I don’t—”
“Just try it with me. She’s gonna come in here, you’re going to let her in that gorgeous head of yours. I’ll be there with you the entire time.”
“How will I know it’s really you?”
“I promise, baby. That’s what she said. She can do that, she can put us both in one little world that no one can interrupt us in.”
“So…who’s fucking me? Because if it’s Bucky, that is so weak, Steve. We can have a threesome in real life, grow up.”
“Nope. No one on the team.”
You were immeasurably confused then. “Do you even know other people?”
“I know you inside and out, and I know who you want to fuck.”
“You think there’s anyone in this world that I think compares to you?”
“In this world? Oh, no. Hang on, I’m gonna get dressed and then I’ll get Wanda.”
It was clear then that he wasn’t going to tell you a thing. Steve could be elaborate when he wanted to and his “in this world” comment was starting to scare you. If not this world, what world?
You watched him finally dry off and slip into a simple t-shirt and jeans. Shamelessly, your eyes moved over his body, thighs rubbing together when he tucked his cock into his pants.
“You touch yourself and this isn’t going to be as pleasant as I wanted it to be.”
You lifted both hands to the headboard. “They won’t move, I promise.”
He moved over you again, kissing your forehead. “You know how much I enjoy rewarding you when you’re a good girl.”
“Mhm.”
“I’ll be right back.”
When he returned with Wanda, you were trying not to think about how weird this was. You loved Wanda and yes, you were both comfortable enough that you’d been naked together. But in a sexual way? Never happened. This was obviously sexual. How did he talk her into this? Probably an early birthday present.
“Lie down next to her,” she directed.
You moved over a little, finally placing your arms back down to your sides. He got on the bed next to you, turning his head to kiss your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile, some of those twisting nervous feelings were starting to get quieter now that he was so close to you.
Wanda sat down next to you. “Are you calm?”
“Not really,” you admitted.
“You need to be calm,” she instructed. “Just close your eyes.”
You did so, mindful of your breathing and trying not to let your thoughts get ahead of you.
“You should probably tell her who she’s going to see,” Wanda recommended. “She’s going to panic there and ruin this whole thing.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise, but she is the worst about this stuff. I can never manage it.” He took one of your hands in his, his fingers sliding between yours. “Baby, remain calm.”
“Okay…”
“You know that actor you’re so in love with?”
You immediately sat up, staring at him with wide eyes. “What?!”
He sighed at you and reminded, “Calm.”
“How does anyone stay calm after that, Steve?”
“Lie back down now,” he directed, and you did so with a sigh. “Now, you made me watch many of his movies and that one show... who else would I let fuck my girlfriend?”
“This is weird.”
“No, this is fictional, meaning that it’s not real. Meaning that yes, you’re going to feel like you’re getting fucked by different men, but you’re not going to be. This is the only way I can accept this fantasy of yours.”
You looked at Wanda. “How is this even going to work?”
“So, your thoughts and opinions about these characters will influence their behavior. Think of it like I’m a spider, spinning a web with your thoughts.”
“And you’re the prey caught in the web,” Steve tried.
Wanda gave him a flat look. “No.”
You snorted. “Okay, so…it’s all just what I think they would do?”
She nodded.
“And you promise Steve will really be there with me?”
“I promise.”
“Like, it will really be Steve? Not just some imaginary Steve of my mind?”
“Honey, I brought my boyfriend back from the dead and kept him with me in a town for a very long time. I think I can manage you and Steve for a few hours.”
Steve lifted your joined hands and kissed the back of your palm.
You turned to look at him.
“I promise I’ll be there the entire time. No one, not even a fictional man will touch you without my permission.”
You snorted. “And mine?”
He smiled. “Right. That was what I meant.”
“Oh, I’m sure.”
“Mostly, what you will experience will be based on your mind. But Steve will be there too, equally part of this, so I can also take feedback from him. If he wants someone to do something to you, I’ll know, and I can make it happen. You’ll know it’s really him then, won’t you?”
Yes, more than likely. Steve certainly had a very specific style in the bedroom.
“Okay, so just relax for me,” Wanda tried again.
Steve kissed your hand again and you settled back down on your pillow. You once more paid special attention to the steadiness of your breathing and tried to quiet your racing mind.
“Okay, just focus on my voice,” Wanda said. “I’m going to count down.” She pressed her fingers to your temple lightly and began at 10.
The next thing you knew, you were in a dimly lit room, naked and lying on a leather surface. Your legs were open, ankles bound, and your hands were tied together over your head, also wrapped around something you could not see. You were spread out and on display, incapable of even moving an inch on your own.
“You good, baby?”
You looked up where Steve’s voice sounded. He was naked as well; you could see all that muscle you always enjoyed even with the dull lights. “I’m good.”
“You okay with being tied up?”
“I think so.”
“At any point, you want to stop, just say my name.”
“Just your name?”
“You want me to stop, yes, say my name.” He started walking along the table, his hand coming out to trail down the side of your body. “But if you want me to keep going, you can call me daddy.”
You scoffed. A group-sex kink and a daddy kink all in one day? “Wow, you’re just going all out, aren’t you?”
“Oh, you think this is my fantasy? You said a lot the other night.”
“You could have woken me up. That is such an invasion of privacy.”
“If I had woken you up, this wouldn’t be happening. I have no regrets, doll.” He climbed onto the table, hands settling on your hips. On his knees, he briefly leaned over you as he pulled your hips up off the table, slowly sliding his cock inside you.
You tossed your head back, pulling on the ropes around your wrists. “Fuck.”
“Fuck?” he promoted, voice thick and gravelly.
You laughed breathily, still adjusting around him. “Fuck, daddy.”
He hummed. “Such a good girl.”
“Are you going to make me come for being so good?”
“You’re not entirely good,” he countered. He reached up, hand closing around your jaw so he could turn your attention to the side.
Standing along the wall were several fictional characters that you had proclaimed your love for at least several hundred times to Steve. He was never huffy about it because he knew you loved him, but you figured that might change after this…
They were silent, simply watching. It was odd to think about how they were just there, how it felt so real even though you knew it wasn’t.
“The murderer, seriously?” he pressed.
There were two, in fact. Ransom Drysdale was the first one you noticed. You were weak, what could you say? Then Robert Pronge. That had to be a new low. He was a terrible man, you knew that.
“I’m…sorry?”
“You will be,” he promised.
“But there are also lawyers,” you pointed out.
“One of them is an addict.”
But today, you were the only thing that beautiful man was going to be addicted to. You spared Steve from hearing that, though.
“Let me look at you,” you requested, and he turned you back to him. “Make me come, daddy.”
He let his hand slide down to your neck, fingers curling just slightly as his hips began to steadily move. His cock drove in and out of your pussy, the wet noise of it echoing around the whole room.
Your head was already swimming, perhaps the concept that people were watching you get fucked. People, even if they weren’t real, were watching Steve play your body like an instrument he’d known his whole life.
Eyes locked on yours, he fucked you until you were both coming together. His hips were erratic as soon as you tightened around him. He pleaded with you to wait for him, and you held on for as long as you could.
He squeezed his hand tight as soon as you opened your mouth to scream. Your orgasm was built up by him choking you, and the strangled sounds you made went straight to his cock. You felt him spill into you and your eyes rolled back. That was a feeling you would never tire of.
He was still hard as he pulled out, some of his cum dripping down his length. He took himself in his hand and rubbed his cum all over your stomach, leaving your skin sticky.
You smiled. “Thank you, daddy.”
He leaned over you, reaching for your hands. “I’m gonna let you loose a little.” Your wrists were still wrapped together but you could now bring your arms down just a little. You could grab what you wanted and that was his intent.
“You still good?”
“Yes.”
“Remember…”
“Your name,” you confirmed.
“We’re gonna take it easy for a minute, okay? Two at a time sound good?”
“Yeah.” You’d never been fucked by two men at one time, and you had been sure it was never going to happen. When you met Steve, you knew you were done. You knew that you could never again touch another man or let them touch you. But there you were, and he wanted this almost as much as you. He wanted to watch you enjoy yourself and you just had to remember that.
He stepped off the table and moved off to the side. “We’re going to start with the lawyers.”
You turned your head as Mike Weiss and Andy Barber moved from their places against the wall. Mike was more confident; he went straight to the end of the table and began moving his pants out of the way.
Andy was less confident, unsure of what to do. You grabbed his belt and pulled him toward you. Mike got up on the table, his hands sliding up your thighs as neared your pussy. You turned down to watch him, shivering. He didn’t feel like Steve and you couldn’t help but notice.
“It’s okay, baby,” Steve promised. “Just let it happen. It’ll stop being so weird soon enough.”
You looked at him briefly and he nodded reassuringly. Your hands began working Andy’s belt open, but you turned back to Mike. He had one hand around his thick cock as he moved it closer to your entrance. You watched as he slipped into you, mouth dropped as you reveled in every inch that filled you up.
You impatiently yanked Andy’s pants down when you could and turned up as he pulled himself out of his boxers. It was big enough that your mouth instinctively fell open, desperate to choke on him. He was so slow about sliding in, eyes never leaving your face.
Mike pulled out until just the head of his cock was inside you and thrust back in quickly. You moaned around Andy’s cock and he let out a shaky breath. His hands closed around your breasts just as Mike’s fingers found your clit.
You were whining and whimpering already, bobbing your head up and down Andy’s length while Mike touched the most sensitive part of you. His cock felt like it was getting deeper and deeper, hitting a spot inside you that was making your vision blur each time.
Andy’s fingers began pinching at your nipples until it was painful. That was all Steve, he always loved doing that to you. Then one of his hands whipped across your breast sharply, noisily. You whined around him and so he did it again.
Mike angled his hand so he could slap his fingers against your cunt, an unbearable amount of pressure on your clit. Your eyes filled with tears, your body shaking with your approaching orgasm.
Andy alternated between squeezing and slapping your skin, never moving his hips. He let you work his cock freely, sighing when you took him down your throat, grunting when you teased him by sucking just the tip of him between your lips.
Mike moaned shamelessly as your cunt tightened around him. He fucked you faster, hitting you harder until you were practically sobbing. He timed it correctly, smacking your clit each time he wanted your hips to jerk so he could slide in even deeper.
You finished while you were choking on Andy’s cock, your overwhelmed cries of pleasure an added sensation for him. Mike followed soon after, keeping himself buried in you as he rubbed his fingers around your clit. You shuddered the entire time, aftershocks wracking your whole body.
Andy was next, pulling out of your mouth and stroking himself until his cum painted your breasts. He quickly gathered some of it on the tips of his fingers, leaning down as he shoved them into your mouth.
And before you could even gain your composure, they were switching positions. Andy took your hips carefully, slipping into you with consideration for how sensitive he knew you would be.
You threw your head back, whining.
“Do you need a moment?” Steve wondered.
“No, no. I’m okay,” you promised. It took you a moment to adjust to Andy, but he was patient. You turned your head and Mike touched your face. He moved your hair away from your eyes and traced your features until you looked up at him.
“Open up, sweetheart.”
You did so immediately.
He pressed the head of his cock against your tongue and slid in until you gagged. You could easily identify the taste of Steve’s cum that had been left in your pussy.
Andy reached under your body and held your ass for leverage, pounding into you. Your core ached but you craved so much more. Steve knew how to fuck you all night, he knew how to pace himself. These men had no idea about your body at all, they were just using you. Though you didn’t want this often, you enjoyed being objectified like this.
Mike rocked his hips but never too hard, never enough to choke you. If you wanted that, you had to take as much of him as you could. He hissed curses each time, brushing his fingers through your hair and touching your cheek. “Just like, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.”
You stared up at him until he was coming down your throat. He held a handful of your hair, but you moved up and down, despite the pull you felt on your scalp. Of course, he didn’t taste like Steve, but you didn’t dwell on that. He was the one who pulled away and began getting redressed as you turned down to Andy.
He pulled his hands out from under you and set them higher up on the table. His body hovered over yours and you longed to be able to touch him. You figured that was what Steve wanted to avoid in tying you up. Regardless of this, he was such a possessive man.
His hips moved sharply, always making it hurt at least a little. As you neared your end, you arched your back and he sat up once more to grab your breasts. He squeezed them tight, smacked them now and then, yanked on your nipples incessantly until you were screaming and coming.
This time he finished inside you and you shivered. The thought of every single man in the room leaving their cum inside was filthy and you wanted it so badly it hurt. Your gaze followed him as he pulled out and readjusted his clothing, head turning to see him take his place at the wall again.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want some alone time with that one?” Steve asked.
Smirking, you turned back to him. “Jealous yet, daddy?”
“Not at all.” He made his way to your side, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “And are you still okay?”
You nodded.
“Ready for another round?”
“Yes, please.”
He hummed, glancing over the wall as he moved back. “I guess the psychopaths are up.”
“Don’t call them that,” you feigned offense.
He rolled his eyes. “We need to talk about your sexual interests later.”
Ransom walked right up to you, one hand grabbing your jaw and the other pulling his cock out. He pulled you onto him immediately, groaning as he felt your throat struggling around him.
Robert did the same with your pussy, with no hesitation or sensitivity. He was slow enough about it, but you knew that we because he was teasing you not because he wanted to let you get used to him.
They kept you full for a moment, completely buried in your mouth and cunt. You were choking loudly, hips squirming at the sting, and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, they both pulled out. You laid there, gasping and shaking, and they simply watched. You briefly wondered how much of this was you and how much of it was Steve. Did he want to watch you get used by two cruel, violent men?
Together, they fucked your mouth and pussy. They thrust in together, pulled out together, and both decided when soft and slow weren’t working anymore. They were merciless and neither one finished until you were crying and sweating. Tears stained your face, drool was everywhere, and every time Robert let you down on the table, you felt how wet you’d managed to get it.
Ransom was first. He held you down until you swallowed all his cum, and then pulled out and moved down to your breasts. He had to wait until Robert was done, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have fun. He jerked himself off, tapping the head of his cock against your breasts.
You had come twice when Robert finally finished. He pulled out and leaned down just to firmly lick over your clit. You shuddered, a surprised squeal tearing from your throat. You were exhausted and it was clear, but that didn’t stop either of them.
“Baby?” Steve checked.
“No,” was all you said before you opened your mouth for Robert. He placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling you down onto him roughly. You gagged hard enough that your entire body moved. It was something that made his eyes light up, something he would make you do again.
Ransom rubbed his fingers over your clit until you were just about to finish then completely backed off. Since your mouth was full, you couldn’t even complain. Not when he did it the second time or the third time. And your scream was muffled when he took you so close that fourth time and instead of making you come, shoved his cock into your clenching center.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You are so tight, gorgeous.” He set his hand to your stomach and fucked you hard. Your body was sliding against the leather, constantly pulled down by the ropes at your ankles. You were never able to get too far from Ransom.
Robert was harsher as his finish approached. He had you gagging and choking, drooling all over his cock. “Keep your mouth wide for me, honey.”
You did so, staying as open as you could. He would pull out all the way just to shove back in until your nose was pressing into his pelvis. The wet noises of your throat filled the room, even louder than your soaking cunt Ransom was pounding into.
Robert pulled out of your mouth and walked around the table until he reached your hands. You knew what he wanted right away and circled both hands around his length. He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. “Open.”
You did even though you knew Steve wouldn’t like what was coming next. He spit into your mouth and you eagerly swallowed. Then you rolled your head back and kept your mouth open for his cum as he fucked your hands. His cum poured out from his cock, most landing in your mouth or on your jaw.
Ransom was close but insisted on dragging it out. He would pull his cock out and smack it against your clit before thrusting back in completely, over and over, until both of you were orgasming.
At this time, Robert was licking your face to gather up all of his cum. Again, he spit all of it into your open mouth. Once both men left you to return to their spots at the wall, Steve was at your side.
“Are you serious?”
You scoffed weakly. “Who next?”
“So, can I spit it your mouth or is that just a thing you let murderers do?”
You opened your mouth instead of offering a spoken answer.
He sighed. “Doesn’t count after he did it. I’ll try it later.”
“Who next? I do have a preference. Like, if you wanted any suggestions.”
He merely rolled his eyes and moved away as Ari Levinson and Colin Shea came closer to you. Ari moved to the foot of the table, but Colin leaned over you in your side, lips crashing down on yours.
Steve was stunned silent for a moment before he cleared his throat. Not that that stopped the man from shoving his tongue down your throat. “Okay, that stops now, or this entire thing stops.”
Colin pulled back, smirking smugly.
You couldn’t help but giggle.
“Doll,” Steve scolded.
“I didn’t know he was going to kiss me!” you defended. Before the conversation could get much further, Colin had his cock out. He tapped it along your jaw until you stuck your tongue out.
Ari had climbed onto the table, but he wasn’t inside you. Not yet. Instead, he leaned over you, starting with kissing your neck and moving down your throat to your collarbone, your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples and then the curve of your breasts, your ribs, down the center of your stomach, under your navel, all around your cunt, but never right there.
Finally, he pressed his cock into you, and you hummed around Colin. “Fuck,” they both sighed. You would have had the same reaction if you could have.
Ari didn’t want to waste time, he wanted to see you come. As his hips moved, he massaged gentle circles around your clit. You were already sensitive because of your last orgasms but this man knew just how to touch you. He was using the right pace and pressure, so you figured that was Steve’s doing, not yours.
But any time Ari was close, his hips would still, and he would use his fingers to get you off. He liked feeling your pussy coming around him, and his goal was to make it happen as many times as he possibly could.
Colin was enjoying your mouth, letting you bob your head back and forth on your own. He liked watching your eyes, they moved between his cock and his face. “You’re doing so well, babe.” And when your eyes flickered up to him in surprise, he knew he’d caught something. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, and you’re taking my cock so well. Such a good girl.”
Ari used all the time he could, paying attention to Colin as well. He wasn’t moving until Colin needed to fuck you, and both men seemed happy making this last as long as they could. He made you come so many times you lost count, but you figured Steve would let you know later.
You wondered how many good-girl points you’d lost. He would undoubtedly be bending you over his knee and smacking your ass until it was sore, but how many times did he plan on doing it? You were guessing at least three situations he would feel it was warranted.
When Ari was coming, he grabbed onto your hips desperately. You felt his eyes on your face even though you couldn’t look at him. He held you tight as he was coming down, slowly thrusting his hips, making sure to reach that deep spot inside you.
Colin only grabbed your hair when he was finishing. He yanked you back, angling your head, and fucked your mouth until he had come back down. The entire time, Ari thumbed at your clit gently.
When they switched positions, you had the overwhelming desire to kiss Ari. Steve had shaved his beard off so long ago and if you sent him the right puppy-eyes look…
“Fine,” he sighed. “Never shaving again,” but he muttered that to himself.
Ari dropped down to his knees and kissed you eagerly. You felt his beard pricking at your skin and couldn’t help but smile. Damn. You missed Steve’s beard.
Colin used his fingers to spread your cunt wide open, groaning as he watched his cock disappear inside you. Relentlessly, he fucked you, and you were pathetically loud because there wasn’t a cock in your mouth shutting you up.
Ari touched your face and your breasts, and you reveled in how rough his hands felt against your skin. He pulled away and kissed all over your face before he stood up.
You took in as much of him as you could, which was a lot since you’d had your throat stretched impossibly the entire night. But you still gagged and because Ari was much sweeter than the rest, he took it slow after that. He didn’t necessarily want to hear you gag, he liked it of course, but he wanted you to enjoy sucking his cock.
And you did. You had your lips wrapped around him the whole time, pulling back slow, dripping back down the same way. Your eyes were locked on his and this man looked wrecked. His fingertips ran along your face and he whispered curses and nonsense about your beauty.
Colin set his fingers to your clit when he was close. It took you there almost instantly and he didn’t care. He continued fucking you, the noise of it louder with his cum added into the mix. You were overflowing with it by now, and you still wanted so much more. He didn’t mind that you were shuddering and whining, and Ari liked the vibrations of it, too. Colin just kept moving until Ari finished with a soft moan.
Nick Vaughn and Frank Adler were next. You were shivering over the mere thought of these soft men. As soon as Colin and Ari had left your side, they were right there.
Frank started at your mouth. He lifted his cock, and you showered his sac with attention. He used his free hand to fondle your breasts. Nick was kissing your legs. He had his hands settled on your knees before he let them slide up, along with his lips. He let them graze your skin until he reached your core. He kissed all around your sensitive skin, but never right there.
You hadn’t noticed at first, but he untied your legs and brought them up as he got on the table. He bent your knees, setting your feet flat on the leather and gently sunk into you. Your legs pressed against his sides before winding around him and hooking at the ankles.
Only when Frank finally let you have his cock did he also start untying you. As you struggled to hold his entire length in your mouth, he was pulling your arms down, but kept your wrists tied. He kissed your hands and arms all over as he used your mouth.
They let their hands wander your entire body. You didn’t know which one was where, but your breasts were never neglected, your clit was constantly stimulated, and your finish happened in record time.
They were so unlike the rest, even unlike Steve, they finished so quietly, so slowly. It was the gentlest you had ever been fucked and you liked it, of course, but when this was all over, you were going to beg Steve to give it to you hard until you were crying and couldn’t walk straight.
They traded places and you swallowed Nick’s cock eagerly, still high on your orgasm. You reached for him blindly and he took your hands in his. He kissed your fingers as you worked.
Frank slammed into you painfully and you moaned loudly. He carefully pulled you down to the edge of the table and Nick followed, his cock never once leaving your mouth. Frank pulled your calves over his shoulders, grabbed your thighs, and fucked you hard and loud and desperately. Slapping skin, your soaking cunt, they were both softly groaning, and you were certain you were fucking dying. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had been fucked too many times, you couldn’t handle another orgasm.
But Frank tore it out of you and all the noise you made coaxed Nick to an easy finish, was then they both started to kiss you again. Frank pulled out of you first, then Nick, and you dipped your fingers into your cunt, cum just poured out of you.
“Put them in your mouth,” Steve ordered, and you did so instantly. You hummed, noisily sucking your fingers clean. It tasted weird, so many unfamiliar men, but you could still pick out Steve’s taste. His cum still lingered inside you and you loved that.
Frank began picking you up off the table. You were confused for a moment before he sat down where you had been and pulled you back down on his cock.
“Daddy?” you called out. Was he okay with this next part?
“It’s okay, angel. Unless you need a minute.”
“No, I’m okay.”
Frank laid back and you began to unbutton his shirt. It was a hard task with bound hands, so he eventually took pity on you and did it himself.
You heard Nick getting undressed as well but until he was behind you, you had not put two and two together.
“This is okay?” Steve checked again, just to be safe.
“Yes,” you squeaked. The head of Nick’s cock touched your asshole and you stilled completely. Almost effortlessly, he pushed into you, unrealistic, but the feeling was too good to complain. God, you would never be able to adequately repay Wanda.
Nick grabbed one side of your hip, Frank the other, and they pulled down hard, away from the other. It was like they were fighting, struggling to keep you closer to them and only them.
You couldn’t process anything other than how full you felt. You were aching and overused, but you couldn’t even attempt to form the words that you needed a break. Your mind wanted one, but your body was still painfully desperate for more.
You finished hard, your entire body tensing, and something just snapped. It felt just like any other orgasm, but as you settled on Frank’s lap, you felt how wet he was. Everything was a blur as they pulled out of you and you were waiting for the next pair.
Ari was already naked when he carefully urged you off the table. You let your hands touch his stomach first and he let you have your fun as he set his ass just on the edge of the table. His cock was still hard, and he easily worked your legs over his hips until you were standing on your toes, trying to stay there because it already hurt how deep inside you he was.
He took pity on you, grasping your ass and spreading you open. You leaned forward just slightly and he kissed you. That was not your plan, you simply needed to place your hands on the table for balance, but you had zero complaints.
Of course, Colin, practically a frat bro, wanted to fuck your ass. You swore he was harder than before as you felt him shoving his cock inside you. You moaned into Ari’s mouth and his hips jumped up just a little. You cried out but he continued to do it several more times before Colin’s pelvis was pressed flush to your ass.
They held you in place as they fucked you. It wasn’t like the last time, slow, aching, fucking passionate. This was torture, they were using you and you couldn’t get away, not that you could make yourself want to, not that these sensations weren’t driving you insane.
Colin grabbed your hair and pulled you back, turning your head to him so he could stare into your eyes. “Your ass is so tight, baby.”
All you could do is whimper.
“Is he making you feel good?” Steve questioned.
“Yes.”
“Tell him. Tell him how much you like his cock.”
“Your cock feels so good,” you blurted out.
Colin kissed the side of your face. “I know.”
“It’s so fucking big,” you asserted, very much sounding like you were pouting about it.
“What about the other one?” Steve encouraged.
You faced Ari again, his eyes were washing over your whole body hungrily. You touched his torso again, his chest and his abs. “You feel so good.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded quickly. “Like having you in my pussy.”
Your next orgasm was no gentler than the last. It was numbing and overwhelming, but you knew that you were nowhere near done. You were on your knees on the table, waiting for the next two men. Your cunt was dripping with all the cum that had been poured into you and you were sweating and shaking.
“Want a break now?”
“No.”
“The psychopaths are next,” he pointed out.
“No,” you insisted.
Ransom grabbed you first, turning you over so that you were sitting again. “You should probably listen to him.”
You shook your head.
He smirked and pulled you off, forcing you to stand. He never let you go because he worried you would fall, but he enjoyed seeing how shaky your legs were. He sat down and turned you away from him. “Sit on my cock, baby girl.”
You carefully situated yourself over his lap and despite his directions, he helped you a lot. He pressed into you initially but reveled in you sliding down the rest of the way until you were flat against him. He spread your legs and Robert immediately moved in. He filled you up quickly, and you were suddenly so impossibly full again. It didn’t matter that this was the third time, it was devastating, and you were exhausted and aching.
Ransom stood with you, forcing you closer to Robert. You started at his hair, grabbing handfuls, and yanking him in for a kiss. Ransom moved your hair out of his way and began biting one side of your neck and the shoulder nearest. They fucked you without rhythm or cohesion, they fucked you like they were competing.
“Tell them you’re enjoying yourself, doll,” Steve reminded.
Ransom pulled you back against his chest, hands grabbing at your breasts again. “Yeah, am I big?”
You whimpered and nodded.
He slammed into you harder. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. So big. I don’t think anything else could fit.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that,” he muttered.
You didn’t have the mind to question him. You simply turned forward.
Robert smirked. “You like my cock, princess?”
You nodded fast, grabbing his hand to bring his fingers to your clit. “Make me come around your cock. Please make me come.”
Both men became even more unhinged. You hadn’t thought that was possible. They trapped you between their bodies and all you could do was take it. You had to take Ransom mercilessly fucking your ass, Robert rubbing your clit and cruelly fucking your pussy even as it got tighter. You screamed so loud that by the time you all finished, your voice was hoarse.
But oh, they were not done with you. Ransom pulled you onto the table with him, Robert’s cock slipping out. Both men were amused by your sad whimper. Ransom yanked legs open for Robert. “You heard her. She thinks nothing else can fit.”
Holy fuck, he did not mean…
Robert stepped closer, hand resting against your cunt as he began forcing his cock into your ass, next to Ransom’s.
“Relax, baby,” Steve said. “It’ll feel good, I promise.”
You were on fire as soon as the tip of his cock was inside you. You were shaking and panting, and you felt possessed. It was horrifying how badly you wanted him to keep going, until he was buried in you. With every push forward, every additional inch he fed you, you thought you would pass out. You’d never felt pleasure so intense.
As soon as his cock was settled deep inside you, they were moving. They were thrusting in and out of you and you were coming almost immediately. Your cunt was clenching around nothing, so desperate for a cock. Both Ransom and Robert were abruptly happy your pussy had been neglected because on one particularly good thrust, your pussy wept, leaving both men drenched.
“Fuck, baby,” Robert muttered, reaching out to touch your face. You touched his body, hands grazing his stomach, his ass, up his back, down his shoulders.
“Think you can do that again?” Ransom inquired.
You shook your head, unable to form words.
He hummed. “Don’t sell yourself short, I think you can.” He moved you up by the hips and you cried out when you were suddenly left empty. Ransom quickly replaced three of his fingers in your ass, shushing you as you squeaked and whined unintelligibly. He took his cock in his other hand and shoved it into your pussy.
Your eyes widened as Robert stepped in again. Oh fuck, you were already shivering and throbbing with the desire to have your cunt as full as they just had your ass.
He wasn’t slow about this, and you were wet enough that it didn’t hurt as much as the last time. Again, their cocks moved in and out of your hole, and with Ransom’s fingers still working you, you knew he was going to make it happen.
You’d squirted several times and Steve fucking loved it, but it was a mystery to you both how it happened. He never could quite master controlling it. But you felt that familiar pressure in your stomach just piling up so high until you burst, and your pussy once again made a huge mess everywhere.
Ransom laid you out carefully on the table as they were departing. He kissed your face all over and told you how much he liked fucking all three of your holes. You suddenly realized that Steve had taken this over long ago and his fake jealousy was just an act so you wouldn’t suspect him. You only had so long to plot revenge before you were occupied once more.
Andy picked you up gently, making sure he had you held tightly as he situated himself under you. You were straddling his cock when Mike grabbed your hips and shoved himself into your ass. One hand settled around your neck and he used the other to press you down onto Andy’s length.
Andy lifted onto his elbows to watch your breasts bounce as they both drove their cocks in fast. Mike held you against him but that didn’t stop you from reaching out to Andy. You just wanted to touch him.
“This one is so fucking pretty,” you whined to Steve.
He rolled his eyes.
It wasn’t until the three of you had come that you had a brilliant idea. “Can I ride his beautiful face, daddy?”
“Yes.”
You hurriedly climbed up the table and Andy yanked you down by your hips. You screamed, throwing your head back as his tongue met your throbbing clit.
Steve quickly made his way to your side to make sure you stayed up. You kissed him as soon as he was in your reach. You thrust your hips over Andy’s face, moaning loudly into Steve’s mouth.
He grabbed one of your hands and wrapped it around his cock. You pulled away to turn down, wanting to watch as he finished. He took your opposite hand and directed it to Mike’s cock.
Mike leaned in, kissing the side of your face and grunting against your skin.
“On your back,” Steve told you.
Slowly, he helped you lean down until you were laid out on top of Andy. That gorgeous man with his gorgeous mouth and beard was still eating you out like his life depended on it.
With your hands full, Steve had to take over just a little. He turned your head and worked Andy’s cock into your mouth. As you grew closer to your end, you became aware of all the men surrounding you, stroking their cocks, all wanting to paint your skin with their cum.
When you came back to reality, you were aching, your skin was wet, and your center was throbbing.
“Baby?” Steve called out.
You turned your body to the sound of his voice and instinctively reached out to him. You whimpered as soon as your hand found his face. What the fuck was this? You were surprised to feel him hard against your stomach.
He sat up, looking around until he found Wanda.
She was looking everywhere but the two of you. “So yeah, this kind of happens. Your mind felt all of that and that’s why your body thinks it felt all of it…but it didn’t and now she just needs to be fucked.”
You laid flat on your back, reaching out to Steve again. He took your hand, but he hesitated in moving any closer.
“So, my work is done, I’ll be going now.” She moved to the door quickly.
“You don’t have to,” Steve claimed.
She froze, eyes wide as she looked back at him.
He gestured to you. “You could taste the mess you made. She honestly does have the sweetest pussy.”
Her mouth opened to respond but quickly shut. She glanced down at you, eyebrows pulling together.
You had never discussed adding anyone else in the bedroom but fuck, Wanda? She was beautiful… Maybe Steve knew about more of your fantasies than he told you about. It hurt like hell, but you lifted your hips and tore your underwear down.
Wanda only contemplated for several more seconds before she was charging back to the bed. She threw herself over you immediately, arms wrapping under and over your thighs so she could spread you wide.
You screamed as soon as her lips touched you. This was what it felt like when Steve edged you after you misbehaved, but he’d only ever held out for an hour. This felt like a god damn year.
Your hands buried in her hair and you pulled her in as close as you could get her. Your hips bucked desperately and all she did was lap and suck at your cunt until you were coming.
All Steve could do was admire the scene. Even though it was a very short scene.
She pulled away as you were coming down, wiping her mouth and not meeting your eye.
“You want to fuck her?” Steve asked.
She looked at him with her wide eyes again. “Oh, I don’t know…”
You sat up and she turned to you. “I want you to. If you want to.”
She looked surprised for a moment. “I…I haven’t been like this with anyone since…yeah.”
You crawled down the bed until you could set yourself on her lap. She wrapped her arms around you, and you suddenly fell in love with Steve even more. He must have known how badly Wanda was craving intimacy and knew just the way to get her to a position where she felt safe with the two of you.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” you said.
She stared at you for a moment before she leaned in. She wasn’t just moving slow, she was moving slow, and all you could do was sit there and wait until her lips were finally touching yours.
You tasted yourself in the kiss and maybe that made you just a little less patient. You grabbed her hair again and used your body to push hers down. With you on top, you never broke the kiss, but you did begin to undress her.
She helped with her pants and underwear, and you settled your center against hers. She cried out, hands grabbing hard at your ass. She let her head fall back and you kissed and bit at her neck.
Steve sat down next to the two of you and moved your bra out of his way.
She was the one that started moving first. She pinned you against her and her hips began to angle upward against you.
“You’re so wet,” you gasped.
She smiled briefly before she moaned. “Think that’s you, babe.”
Okay, probably. You used your forearms for balance, staring down at her as she continued rubbing her pussy against yours. “You’re beautiful.”
She stopped for a moment, surprised once again, before smiling appreciatively. “You are beautiful.”
You scoffed. “No, Steve is beautiful.”
She snorted. “Guess we’re gonna have to let him in soon, huh?”
“Yeah, probably,” you said, pretending it was such a painful idea. “But you can finish first.”
She hummed and then she was moving again. It took a few minutes, you were sure you were the first woman Wanda had ever been with, but eventually, she found the correct position to get stimulation for her clit and yours.
She finished first, her eyes filling with tears as she stared up at you. You couldn’t imagine her pain, the idea of losing Steve… You thought Wanda was the strongest person alive because if you had lost your soul mate, you would have given up. She was so strong, and she was still here, still trying her best.
“Wanda, I love you.”
She smiled between her heaving breaths. “I love you, too.” She hummed before she leaned up to kiss you for just a moment. “Wanna come?”
You shook your head. “Nope, not yet.”
Her eyebrows pulled together but she understood as soon as you started kissing down her body. She parted her legs for you, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be swept up in all the sensations as soon as your mouth was working her cunt.
“Did you need a mailed invitation, Rogers?” she wondered.
Steve snapped into action then. “Excuse me, it looked like you two had it handled.”
You knew what was coming, but even that couldn’t prepare you for the sheer relief of finally being full of Steve’s cock.
He groaned. “Jesus, baby, you already going to come?”
You hummed back, not intending to give a real answer.
Wanda liked you moaning into her folds, sighing, whimpering, licking as you tried to regain composure. And she loved you staring up at her as you did it all.
Steve fucked you slow. Yes, he wanted to please you like he never had before, especially after having to watch different men touch you. But he knew you. He knew how kindhearted you were and how much you loved your friends, and this was about Wanda. He could fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name tomorrow.
So, he paid attention. He touched you just enough to keep you on the edge of pleasure but didn’t make you come until you had given Wanda so many orgasms that she was shaking. The sweet girl would never be able to push you away, so it was Steve that had to call it a night. After making you come, he pulled out and settled down on the bed by Wanda.
You arched an eyebrow at him once you’d come down.
He crooked his finger at you.
Smiling, you quickly dove between Steve and Wanda. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you threw one of your legs between his because you liked when he ended up wrapped around you in his sleep. You reached out to Wanda and she rolled onto her side facing you. She looked unsure for a moment, but you were just so damn loving, how could she possibly leave? She laid her head on your stomach, an arm curling around your hips. You let one of your hands brush through her hair, smiling when you felt her lay a small kiss against your abdomen.
You turned up to Steve, it felt wrong to say the words given that Wanda was here still in pain from her loss, but he knew. He had seen that look on your face many times, of course, he knew that you loved him.
He nodded.
You smiled at him before turning back down to take his hand that was hovering over your chest and kissed his knuckles.
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