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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Justin Capshaw x Reader, Fuck boy Bucky

Starting this off by saying my brain has been scrambling around and I haven't been writing requests because I feel like it just isn’t going to be as good when I haz the dumb. Promise I’ll be writing them again soon xx

This thought popped into my head and it’s not going to leave anytime soon.

Warnings: SMUT Voyeur Bucky, m masturbation, mommy kink, praise kink, public sex, aged up Justin Capshaw, pure filth, Buckynastyyyy is out and about

Imagine Bucky’s beeen lusting after you and he can’t understand why the fuck you’re dating a pathetic little nerd who can’t even go two minutes without adjusting his glasses. He’s been chasing after you and you hardly give him a second glance, uninterested in his ulterior motives not matter how attractive he is.

Besides, you adored your sweet boyfriend who was beyond in love with you. He was initially too shy to even look your way but after being paired for an assignment together, you easily fell for his soft pout, his glasses, his quiet voice, the way he’d blush and smile just for you.

You couldn’t get enough of him. His blue eyes. His soft skin. His plush lips. His fluffy hair. His co-

Bucky rolled his eyes, his jaw clenching as he saw the both of you sitting in the library, giving each other heart eyes. He can’t stand watching you feed your needy little boyfriend when you have lunch together, swiping his pouty bottom lip, kissing his pink cheek. It should have been him having you on his lap, his with his hand between your legs while he kissed you between bites but no. Some how Justin had gotten you first.

Bucky scoffed at the way you ran your fingers through his hair, cuddling him on the couch of the lounge area, both of you blissfully unaware anyone was nearby this late in the library.

You let your nails graze his scalp, earning a soft whimper, giggling when Justin buried his face into your neck, hesitantly pulling you closer into his lap.

“You okay bubba?” You whispered, straddling him while he looked at you with wide eyes, checking his surroundings, wondering if anyone else was around. Of course he didn’t see Bucky sitting in the study room, finding it hard to really focus on anything when all the blood in his body had rushed south.

He nodded, continuing to shy away from you as you let your skirt ride up so you could grind down on him, coaxing a louder whine from him, his hands flying to your hips to rock you on him.

“F-feelings good” He whispered, rutting his hips up against your panties, pushing his boner against you. “More, please?” He looked at you with glassy eyes, his lips parted, breathing heavier.

“Tell me what you want baby” You peppered kisses down his face, your hand palming his erection, giving it a gentle squeeze, making his body jolt before pulling your hand away again. You cupped his face, your thumb tugging on his bottom lip.

“Touch me, please?” He bucked his hips up slightly but you shook your head, wanting to see him desperate.

“Touch you where bubba” You cooed, your panties growing wetter feeling how hard he was under you.

“Touch me there, please mommy” He tried again, biting his lip, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.

“Tell me exactly where angel” You whispered in his ear, letting your tongue drag across his skin making him blush more.

“My-my....”

“Your what sweet boy” You tilted his chin to look at you, loving the way he was so shy but you knew how insatiable he really was.

“My cock” He whispered, hiding his face again, moaning when you started to grind on him, only to clamber off moments later, your hands going down to work at the button of his jeans. He raised his hips slightly, letting you tug his pants down, his heart racing as you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of his briefs, freeing his cock.

“You sure baby, we’re still in the library, someone could come by”

“Cock hurts, too hard, do something mommy” He whined, bucking his hips up again, sighing when you grasped him.

Bucky’s eyes grow wide, a pang of jealousy dropping in his chest, there was no way that tiny nerdy thing was walking around like a horse all this time. Bucky was unable to look tears his eyes away from Justin’s cock springing free, his thick girth slapping against his tummy, precum smearing onto his skin. He nearly snapped the pencil he was holding watching you grasp his cock, giving it a few tugs, before sinking to your knees in front of him.

“C’mere baby boy” You purred, giving the head of his cock a few kitten licks, smirking at the little whines falling from his lips. You took the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around, your eyes locked on your flustered boyfriend, his head thrown back, his knuckles white from where he gripped the couch.

“F-fuck, s’good, so good” He moaned, his glasses already steaming up from how worked up he was. He hesitantly rocked his hips up to chase more of your mouth, careful not to push too deeply into your mouth.

Bucky tensed, if it were him, he would have had you choking on his cock, making you gag on his length while he fucked your face, unlike your boyfriend who hesitated to even put his hands on you, keeping his hands squeezed to his sides instead. Bucky shifted in his seat, his own cock leaking and throbbing, desperate for some type of relief. His hands were itching to at least palm himself, maybe pop open the button of his jeans, something, anything, to take the ache away.

His eyes grew wide watching you struggle to swallow all of his cock, the sound of your choking mixed with his moans. You hummed, taking in a deep breath before taking his entire length down your throat making him cry out, his jaw slack, chest heaving as you bobbed your head, letting his sensitive tip coat your throat with his arousal.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-” Justin squirmed, desperate to hold his climax off while you continued to work at his cock, pulling off with a pop, your hand gripping around the base of his cock. “Mommyyy”

“Where’d you want to cum baby?” You trailed kisses down to his balls while he whimpered, his cock throbbing. “Tell me sweet boy”

“Mamaa” He shook his head, it didn’t matter how many times he had you, how many times you told him he could have anything he wants, he still felt too shy to demand pleasure from you.

“Be a good boy and tell me Justin”

“Inside you” He peeked down at you through his lashes, biting his lip as you stood up, pulling your panties off and straddling him, grinding your bare pussy onto his cock.

“You wanna fuck mommy baby” You moved your hands down to his chest, gasping when he grasped your hips, trying to hump you from underneath, coating himself in your slick while nodding desperately.

“Wanna fuck you, please?”

Who were you to deny your sweet baby. You let your skirt ride all the way up above your hips, unaware that Bucky had his eyes locked on your dripping cunt soaking your boyfriend. Bucky’s hands moved on their own, shoving his pants down and pulling his cock out, sighing in relief, waiting for you to sink down and bounce up and down. He gave himself a few soft tugs, gathering his precum to use as lube, his pink tip leaking.

You lined yourself up, gasping as you felt him breech your hole, his thick length stretching you as you sunk down. You moaned, holding onto his shoulders as you started to bounce, your needy baby’s desperation spurring you on.

“FUCK MOMMY” He couldn’t even control himself anymore, hoping the library was truly empty because there was no way he’d be able to be quiet. Justin nearly cried, his cock throbbing in your tight walls. Bucky’s breaths grew heavier as he fisted his cock watching your ass bounce up and down. Silky cream covered Justin’s shaft, your soaked pussy drenching him. He couldn’t help the thoughts that kept crossing his mind as he spat down, letting his spit drip onto his cock jerking himself faster.

Fucking your little mommy like a bitch in heat

Your slutty mommy can’t even wait to go home, look at her, fucking herself on you like a cockhungry whore

Mommy needs a daddy to take care of her

Look at how needy she sounds, poor dolls pussy is aching, fuck her harder, make her scream, daddy wants to hear mommy

You both climbed higher and higher, the band in your belly pulled taut as soon as you felt Justin’s hand snake between your bodies, his thumb strumming your clit. Your head was thrown back, loud moans bouncing off the shelves and walls as you continued to ride him, your cunt starting to flutter.

“Are you mommy’s little angel baby?” You rode him faster, struggling to keep your pace up the faster he rubbed you. “You’re mommy’s good boy? Gonna make me cum Justinn”

“I’m your good boy mommy, gonna make you cum” He whined, biting his lip, feeling his balls pull tight to his body.

“Make me cum Justin”

Bucky groaned to himself, sweat beading at his forehead, his cock read to blow any second. He squeeze the base of his cock, forcing his orgasm down, trying to delay it until he saw you fall off the edge, desperate to hear how gorgeous you sounded when you came. He saw your eyes roll back, your moans growing louder, your grip on his shoulders tighter.

That’s right, make your mommy cum

His hand went down to roll and cup his balls, tugging them to try and stop himself from busting.

Make her cum, fuck her like the little slut she is

What he wouldn’t give to have you bounce on him like that.

I’d fill her till she was leaking

Fill all of her holes till she was filled with me

“Cum for me mama, pleaseplease, wan’ it” Justin grabbed you firmly, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush to his chest. He kept you in place as he started to jack hammer you from underneath, his heavy balls slapping your ass.

“OH FUCK JUSTIN” You buried yourself into the crook of his neck, biting down onto his soft skin, your orgasm crashing over you, your cunt milking his cock. Justin stuttered feeling you suck his cock in deeper, nearly crying at the feeling of more arousal pouring around him.

That’s it, cum for your little boy toy, make a mess all over him, be a good lil mama and cum

Make him cry cause of your tight cunt

Milk his little cock dry with that greedy pussy of yours

Fucking yourself dumb with that pathetic bitch of a boyfriend, just wait till daddy has you mommy

“I’m gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum mommy- I-oh fuck-AHH-HNGG-hngg- Justin stilled, nearly sobbing as he came deep in your pussy, desperate to push himself in as deep as possible. Bucky’s eyes nearly rolled back, willing himself to stay focused as his cock throbbed, his shaft and head swelling with ecstasy .

I’m gonna cum for you too mommy, gonna make a mess all over myself

Gonna cum so hard, daddy’s gonna blow is load for you

Daddy has so much cum, can feel it in my balls, let me cum in that pussy you cumslut, come take it

Bucky moaned, chasing his high, focused on short fast strokes, choking his cock until he couldn’t hold it anymore, cumming all over his hand, his cum hitting the underside of the table. He’d masturbated to you countless times but this was something else, cum still streaming out of his sensitive tip, staining and wetting his pants.

He panted, hissing as he tucked his cock back in, still watching the way you had slumped into your boyfriends arms, the both of you still half naked and fucked out. Justin refused to pull out, keeping his cock warm while you kissed the side of his temple, cooing at what a good boy he had been, treating his mommy so good. He blushed, cuddling you close while his cum leaked out of you.

Bucky narrowed his eyes feeling his cock twitch again when he saw your tongue slip between Justin’s lips, tugging his pouty lip gently, clearly trying to tease him again.

Naughty little mommy

Maybe he didn’t have you yet but he’d wait for his turn.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022, Day 21: Uteromania

Yours to Use

Summary: You couldn’t help but want to corrupt the sweet little Justin, and he was just as insatiable as you

Pairings: Justin Capshaw X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, femdom, pussy worship, oral sex (F receiving), teasing, fingering, hair pulling, air humping, mentions of cuckolding, finger sucking, squirting, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 850

Uteromania is an insatiable sexual desire in females.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

You liked them younger. Legal, but younger. With your stamina, you needed a young buck that could keep up. But even more so, you loved teasing them. Watching them become so weak with lust that they took your commands so well. Justin was the perfect one. You didn’t even care who caught the two of you fucking, and you fucked a lot.

Every time you saw him, you wanted to pull him into a private room, and ride him like a bronco. The pretty little sounds he made as he laid there and let you fuck him. Even the sweet faces he made as he shot his load in your cunt, he was the sweetest little pup you could think of.

Blushed with your simple praises, and took orders so well. It didn’t matter if you were riding his face, refusing to let him touch himself, while you would only blow on his angry cock. He was such a simp for you.

Walking into the meeting room of his brotherhood, you uncross your legs, and he already sinks to his knees. “Aw, sweet boy, what is it?” You lean back, spreading your legs wide. “Does my baby boy need a taste?”

“Yes, Jellybean,” he crawls over to you, taking one swipe up your quivering cunt, and moans at your taste. “I missed you.”

“I know you did, pup. You gonna show me how much?” He nods his head, burying his face in your cunt. He ate you like a mad man. Wanted your juices all over his face, just hoping someone would ask him about it. He loved being drenched in all your sweet nectar. Loved tasting it hours later on his lips, the smell of your honey still lingering in his mind.

Your fingers comb through his baby curls, and he moves his hand up to add two fingers to your greedy cunt. “There ya go. You’re learning so well. You didn’t want Curtis to show you how to eat me out again, did you?”

“No, Jellybean. This cunt is mine.”

“It is now. Show me how you’re gonna fuck me,” wrapping his lips around your clit, he starts humping air. His breathing changes as he exerts himself. “You feel my warmth around your cock, pup? Feel how my walls squeeze around you?”

“Mhmm,” he moans on your spread pussy, and you mewl at him. “Good. Good. So good,” he whines diving back in. Adding his tongue to your pussy, and your eyes roll back in your head.

“I want you to cum untouched, do you understand?” protesting a bit, you give the roots of his hair a quick tug. “Do not argue with me. I want everyone to see how needy you are. And later, I’ll let you spank me. Be a good boy, and I’ll let you be in control.”

Justin moves more rapidly. His hips and mouth working in tandem as he tries to get the both of you off. He could try to deny it, but everyone knows. Justin gets off on your pleasure. He might be fucking air, but his pretty sounds were as if he was fucking deep into you. His hips moving at a rapid pace, followed by his tongue.

You and Curtis had taught him well. Watching tied up as Curtis’ magic tongue got you off multiple times before he ever got hard, and Justin was a whimpering mess. Begging for just one little touch. A finger into his mouth, had him making a mess on you. He was adorable.

Giving your little nub a nibble, he was making things up, and it felt amazing. Pulling him closer, wanting him to nearly drown in your juices. Eating you like a feral animal. It was primal the way he pulled an orgasm out of you. Adding two fingers from his other hand, and filling you with four. Spreading out your walls, he spits into you, and returns to kitten licking your enlarged nub. His fingers hitting every secret spot, and you were the one becoming a mess.

His hips stutter, and you let out a moan when a few dribbles of his cum hit your skin, but he doesn’t stop his fingers and mouth. Desiring nothing more than for you to be overcome with pleasure. “Right — right there,” Justin hits that spot over and over again. Spreading you out when you start to gush, and he catches your juices with his mouth and body. Returning to lave up every bit of you cum. Slowing his movements, as you come back down from you high.

“You listen so well to me. Such a good sweet boy, huh?”

“Yes, Jellybean,” he pulls back so you can see the mess you created.

“And like a good boy, you get to fuck me later. You want to go into the viewing room? Show Curtis what you’ve learned?” He nods enthusiastically, and you caress his baby face. “Good boy. Come on, want to get cleaned up?”

“No. I want everyone to see what a mess you are for me.”

“Very well. Showing it makes me horny, I’ll slam you on the dinner table and have you right there.”

“That’s okay, Jellybean. I’m yours to use.”

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foxgloveprincess · 2 years

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This masterlist includes works featured in challenges, requests, and other miscellany where characters do not have a masterlist of their own—yet. Other characters I would consider writing for: other MCU heroes, Chase Collins, Lance Tucker, Charles Blackwood, Bryce Langley. List may be subject to change.

Writing In The Dark Bingo

Challenge Summary: The stories written for Writing in the Dark Bingo. Includes drabbles featuring Thor, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen, Lance Tucker, Ransom Drysdale, Bruce Banner, and Sam Wilson. Heed the warnings. (Dark, Smut)

Attic Wives Anonymous

Series Summary: Welcome to Attic Wives Anonymous! A social club with monthly meetings for likeminded individuals who understand how to kidnap an unsuspecting person truly take care of the one they love. Offered to members is a community, partnership, and protection from outsiders who might expose them as criminals cause distress in such delicate situations. Join our next meeting and unlock the potential for your never-ending horror love story. (Dark, Smut)

An Exploration of Comfort

Series Summary: A series of blurbs/drabbles exploring the various ways we can find comfort with the ones we love. Includes drabbles featuring Phil Coulson, Lee Bodecker, Jake Jensen, Eddie Munson, Jefferson, Thomas Sharpe, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers.

The Undone and the Divine

Series Summary: Tales from a world crawling with old gods. Heed the warnings. (Dark, Smut)

Justin Capshaw Blurbs [Justin Capshaw x Mommy Domme x Female Reader, Smut]

Series Summary: A peek into the life of a Mommy, her puppy, and their babygirl.

Bare It All [Johnny Storm x Female Reader]

Summary: There are just some things you don’t expect to see when you step out of your shower.

Deliver Me [Wanda Maximoff x Vision x Reader, Dark]

Summary: Driving home after an evening away from your wife doesn’t go quite as planned. But Wanda’s prepared for anything.

Don’t Let Go [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]

Summary: Your days in high school were unforgettable thanks to Eddie Munson’s playful idea of teasing.

Let’s Be Honest [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]

Summary: Sequel to Don’t Let Go. It’s time to get reacquainted with Eddie. Honesty is the best policy, right?

Wanting More [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]

Summary: Part Three for Don’t Let Go and Let’s Be Honest. With a reignited friendship with Eddie, you couldn’t ask for anything more—or maybe you could.

Soft!Mr. Freezy Headcanon (Mr. Freezy x Reader)

Bruce at a Party Headcanon/Blurb (Bruce Banner x Reader)

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Turned me Onto Sin

Kinktober Day 6: Dacryphilia (crying kink)

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!reader x sex worker!Justin Capshaw

Words: ~2.4K

Summary: Bobby gets you a special treat after a hard day, because you love watching twinks cry.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (female masturbation, unprotected m receiving anal sex, choking, voyeurism, kinda Cuckquean, anal cream pie) NON CON, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, DARK, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!! (Justin is aged up to 19 in this fic)

A/N: Welp, just more evidence of my permanent reservation in hell. We may end up going places with this one. @slothspaghettiwrites you wanted to know how your boy would do in the basement…

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!

Robert rolled down his window when he lit his cigarette, hanging his arm over the driver’s side door lazily as he kept his eyes trained forward.

He smirked to himself when he heard shuffling footsteps approach, not bothering to turn his head to look at the young man who was walking towards the car with a slight air of nervousness.

“H-hey there, you looking for a good time?” The boy leaned on the car and ducked to look at Robert through the window, wincing at the cloud of smoke that greeted him.

“Maybe I am.” Robert tossed the butt away and turned to face his visitor, snorting when he got a look at his chubby cheeks and glasses. “Not with you though. Don’t need you crying like a bitch while I pop your cherry.” He said, like a liar.

“I’m not… I don’t…” The sullen pout on the younger man’s face just made Robert laugh, tossing his head back before bending forward to search for another cigarette. “I’m not a virgin.”

“Sure you’re not.” He shot him a grin as he lit the new smoke. “How old are you, baby?”

“Twenty-five.” He wilted when the older man gave him a discerning gaze. “Nineteen.”

“Jesus, you really are a baby.” He took a long pull and gave the twink a good once over, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he took in that soft little body. You were gonna love him. “Alright get in.”

The hooker walked around the car in a rush, giving Robert a small smile that made him roll his eyes when he opened the door for him.

“My name’s Justin.” The pretty thing tried to meet his eyes when he started the car, reaching out to trail his fingers over his thigh and scooting closer as he tried to kiss his neck. “What’s yours?”

“Get the fuck off, you trying to get us arrested?” Robert scowled when Justin recoiled like he’d been slapped, pulling out from under the bridge and shaking his head as he focused on the road. “You don’t need to know my fucking name. I’ve got a room for us.”

“Oh, ok.” Justin shrank back, chewing nervously on his lip as he stared out the window. He technically wasn’t supposed to leave his area under the bridge, but something about the man in the driver’s seat gave him the impression he would not be impressed if Justin brought that fact up.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the little run down motel, Justin fidgeting with his sleeves to try to keep his nerves from taking over. He jumped when the car came to a stop, half expecting the man to open his door again for him then rushing to follow when he realized that wasn’t the case.

Robert strode towards your room with a purpose, barely sparing a glance for his little companion before unlocking the door and sauntering inside while the twink followed. He growled softly when you weren’t there waiting for him, but then he heard the shower running and grinned to himself while he closed and locked the door.

“Is there someone else here?” Justin’s eyes shot towards the bathroom door and back to Robert as he stayed close to the door, not at all thrilled at the prospect of taking two men at once.

“That gonna be a problem?” He stripped his coat off and tossed it on the table, stretching his neck as he started unbuttoning his shirt while he waited for you.

Justin was trying to work up the nerve to back out when the water shut off and the bathroom door opened, and the sight of you walking out wrapped in nothing but a fluffy towel calmed him right down. You shot him a grin as you moved towards the bed, turning your face to Bobby and laughing softly when he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to yours.

“Hey there, baby.” You purred when he released you, his hand curled possessively around the back of your neck while his tongue traced over your lips. “Who’s this?”

“This is Justin.” Bobby groaned into your mouth when he undid the towel, his eyes roaming over your curves as he rested his hands on your hips. “Wanted to get you something special, kitten. Know you had a rough day.

“I sure did.” You shuddered when you thought about how that asshole had almost caught you with his knife. “Hey there, Justin.”

“Hi.” He swallowed thickly when you started prowling towards him, trying to keep his eyes on your face and not the tempting sway of your naked hips. There was something almost predatory about the way you moved, but the softness of your gaze helped him relax as he focused on you while Robert continued to strip. “It’s extra for couples.”

“Oh, right down to business!” You threw your head back and laughed as you moved past him to find your purse, pulling out a thick wad of cash and slapping it down on the table. “I can respect that.”

His eyes bugged when he counted the pile of bills. It was more than he’d typically make in a week. Maybe that should have been his first clue that something was wrong with this whole situation, but before he had a chance to think about it you were cupping his cheek and pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

You smiled softly as he melted against you, letting you lead him towards the bed and slowly pull off his clothes as his hands gently framed your hips. He whined when you removed his shirt and smoothed your palms over his bare chest, panting into your mouth desperately as you dug your fingers into his soft flesh.

“Mm, you are so soft and pretty, baby.” You pulled gently at his lips with your own, letting him settle between your legs as he pressed his growing hardness against your stomach.

“Thank you.” He trailed his fingers over your thighs as he gazed at you, the other man in the room completely forgotten as your own hand grazed over the front of his jeans and pulled his zipper down. “How do you want me, ma’am?”

“Ma’am? Baby, you’re too goddamn sweet.” You pulled back and bit your lip as you drew his jeans down his legs, glancing over his shoulder and grinning at whatever you saw there. “Almost makes me feel a little bad, but I’m just here to watch.”

He only had a moment to give you a quizzical stare before he felt a thick strap of leather tighten around his neck, yelping when he was thrust forward onto the mattress as the belt dug into his throat. You just gave him a mock look of sympathy as you settled back against the pillows and spread your legs, teasing your fingers over your swollen folds as you watched Bobby shove Justin’s face into the mattress with a tight grip on his makeshift leash.

“Just fucking look at that.” Bobby growled when he pulled Justin’s cheeks apart with one hand, kneeling on the backs of his thighs to keep his legs spread wide as he admired his pretty pink hole. “That is one tight little hole you got here, what d’you think, kitten? Should I stretch it out first or just dive right in?”

“This boy’s a pro, Bobby.” You laughed when Justin let out a choked sob when you said Bobby’s name, slipping a finger inside yourself and purring when you started stroking your soft walls. “Pretty sure he can handle you without the prep.”

He tried to wheeze out a “no”, but the belt was restricting his airflow enough that he couldn’t speak, digging his fingers into the blankets and letting out a strangled whine when Bobby spat on his hole and smeared it around with a thick thumb. Bobby grinned wolfishly at you when he took his cock in hand, groaning from deep in his chest and letting his eyes roll back in his head as he speared past the tight ring of muscle.

You slid a second finger into your soaked pussy when Bobby started slamming his hips into Justin’s ass, finding your sweet spot easily and curling your fingers against it slowly while you watched the two of them. Justin tried to reach out towards your ankle, desperate for help or at least some form of soft affection while Bobby just used him like he was nothing. But then you sneered and kicked his hand away, all the softness that had coaxed him to relax earlier completely gone as you focused your eyes on Bobby’s.

“Fuck, kitten, this thing is squeezing the life outta me.” He yanked on the belt as he ground into the whore’s ass, growling when he felt him clench down around him and heard the choked mewl from the mattress. “This little cunt’s barely even broken in, you only been using your mouth, boy? Probably thought you were finally gonna feel a nice snatch around that little prick when you saw kitten here. As if I’d ever let a little slut like you near my pussy.”

Justin just moaned in reply, his mouth hanging open as he tried to suck down as much air as possible and gazed at you pleadingly. He hated that his body was starting to betray him, finally moving past the initial pain to increasing pleasure as Robert’s massive cock split him open and hit that perfect spot with every vicious plunge of his hips. He didn’t even realize he was starting to roll his body back to meet the larger man, his drool staining the sheets as he keened wantonly.

“Mmm, I think he likes that, baby.” You beamed at Bobby when Justin threw his head back and whined, arching his back and shoving his ass back into Bobby’s hips as he started leaking all over the bed.

“Sounds like you like it too, kitten. Shit, I can hear that pussy from here, smell it.” He growled when you slid in a third finger, licking his lips at the sight of the slick that was leaking out around your hand. “That what got you all excited, whore? See you staring at that pretty cunt. Maybe I’ll let you taste it if you keep clamping down on me like this. Fuck.”

The belt tightened further around Justin’s throat and his eyes rolled back, tears leaking down his cheeks as he gripped the sheets painfully. As soon as you saw the stains on his cheeks, you came with a soft cry, arching into your hand and purring when your release gushed all over your fingers.

Justin yelped when Robert yanked him up against his chest, moaning stupidly and letting his head drop back against his shoulder while the older man kept thrusting into him with vigor.

“Isn’t she fucking pretty?” Bobby bit into the little slut’s ear as he yanked his head back with the leash, growling while he watched you come down. “Get up here, kitten. Lemme taste.”

He grabbed your wrist when you sat up, dragging you close and shoving your fingers between his lips. You hummed when groaned around your hand, leaning over Justin’s shoulder and rubbing your nose over his as he sucked your fingers clean.

“Change your mind about sharing, Bobby?” You nipped at his cheek teasingly when he snarled in response, grinning as you leaned back and turned your attention back to your plaything. “That’s ok, I’ve got something tasty right here.”

You ripped Justin’s glasses off and threw them away, ignoring his pathetic whimpering as you dragged your tongue over his cheek and lapped up the tears that were streaking his face. Bobby smirked at you and turned to Justin’s other cheek, slowly licking the salty stains from his other cheek as he gripped his hip harshly and ground into his ass.

Justin was so close already, the growls and moans coming from the two of you as you ran your tongues all over his face making his cock twitch. Then you wrapped your hand around him and twisted, and he could’ve passed out.

“Just look at this little thing, everything about you is so damn pretty.” You gave him a good squeeze and he wheezed, sobbing from bliss and a lack of oxygen as his face grew numb. But he couldn’t get enough of your praise, backhanded as it was.

“Oh, think he liked that, kitten.” Bobby tightened the belt one more time, purring at the sight of Justin’s tongue lolling out of his mouth as his face started to grow red. “Gonna fill this thing up then let you ride my face until you and this bitch’s tears are the only thing I can taste.”

You grabbed his face with your free hand and dragged it to yours, smashing your lips to his and moaning at his feral growl. Neither of you paid any mind to your plaything now, except for how he was throbbing in your hand and around Bobby’s thick cock.

Ropes of cum started spurting all over your fingers and you grinned against Bobby’s lips, cooing softly in Justin’s ear as his body sagged between the two of you. Bobby was right behind him, slowing his movements as he pumped his cum into him with stiff jerks of his hips.

He tossed Justin aside when he was finished, keeping one hand on the leash while he pulled you to him and bit at your lips with a low groan.

“Clean this shit up for me.” He dragged Justin back towards him by the belt, ignoring his whimpered pleas as he shoved his softening cock between his lips and sneered at him. “What d’you think, kitten? Fuck and chuck or you wanna keep it?”

“Oh, I kinda wanna keep him, Bobby.” You grinned at the hysterical sobbing coming from the poor slut, dragging your finger through his tears and popping it into your mouth with a hum. “He seems fun.”

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littlelioncub-library · 2 years

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Summary: You and Dennis have been friends for quite some time now. When you invite him over to help set up your new router, you can’t help but notice how hot your shy little friend is.

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Soft dom!Reader, sub!Dennis, pet names (Angel, sweetheart, Den, etc.), Dennis is touch starved, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, premature ejaculation, dirty talk, mentions of titty fucking, Reader likes Dennis with his glasses on, Dennis gets pussy whipped instantly.

Word count: 3,830

A/N: I am in a mood for Dennis, so I think the next few fics I write will be ones for him. Or Jefferson. Or Justin Capshaw. We’ll see! Hehe I feel pretty good about this one, I wasn’t while I was starting it, but after looking it over and editing it a bit, I really like it. The world needs more Dennis Baker smut. He’s pathetic and needs a good, solid fucking. I no longer do a tag list! If you want to be notified when I post, follow @littlelioncub-library and turn on the notifications. I love you all!

Kisses 💋

—K

“How’s it going, Den?” You ask from your spot on the couch.

“Almost done,” Dennis mumbles in concentration. He’d been saying the same thing for over half an hour.

You sigh and watch as Dennis pieces your new internet router together. The new machine was far too complex for you to figure out yourself, but when you told Dennis about it he insisted he set it up for you. “Those guys overcharge for installation anyway.” You’d been friends with Dennis for nearly 2 years now, you met at work shortly after his wife left him. He was friendly, a bit on the shy side but always had a nice thing to say, if he ever spoke at all. It took you about 6 months to get him to say more than 15 words to you at the office, but you were nothing if not a patient woman.

Dennis liked that about you; everyone was always trying to rush him; to speak, to get things done, to get out of their way, to sign the divorce papers—but not you. You let him take his time, hell, you even smiled at him when he took more than 40 seconds to stutter out a simple ‘good morning.’ Thankfully as the years rolled on, he got more comfortable with you. Sure, he still stutters like crazy when you stand a little too close or caress his arm while you talk, but, hey, it’s an improvement.

You watch as his large hands skillfully piece together the black box, and you can’t help but admire the thick arms he hides underneath gaudy polo shirts. Your eyes flicker up to his face, his glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, his eyes steely as he focuses, his tongue peeking out. It should be illegal to be this buff and this cute. You bite your lip softly as your thighs begin to rub together, your skin beginning to heat underneath your short floral dress (Dennis’ favorite). You let your eyes continue to wander his body, his thick, muscular thighs are spread as he sits comfortably next to you, and you can’t help but wonder what they would feel like against your naked pus—

“Are you ok?” His concerned words bring you out of your filthy thoughts.

“Hm? Yeah, why?” You swallow thickly as the tingling between your legs gets stronger. He watches with a slightly nervous gaze as you slowly shift closer to him, your legs pressed against his.

“You were just…” he trails off when your hand curls around his bicep, your hands were always so soft, he swallows thickly.

“I was what, Den?” Your voice drops into a huskier tone almost on its own, the way he reacts to the lightest touches makes you want to tease him more—so you do. Your hand pulls away from his bicep to rest innocently on his inner thigh, the muscle jumping underneath the beige khakis he wore.

“A-Ah!” He squeaks, his eyes wide in shock, he didn’t know what you were doing but he was certain he was going to snap the plastic he held in his hands if you kept going. You smirk at his little noise and bring your other hand to rub his back soothingly.

“Are you ok?” You repeat his words in that sultry tone and Dennis is surprised he hasn’t cum in his pants yet. Your eyes catch sight of the sizable tent straining at his zipper and fight off a moan of your own. As soon as Dennis realizes you see his not-so-little problem, he immediately goes to cover himself with both hands, his face as red as a tomato.

“I-I, I’m sorry!” He rushes out, ready to hear you make fun of him or call him a pervert or kick him out, but instead he feels your gentle hand cover his own, tenderly rubbing backs of his hands and slowly peeling them away from his crotch.

“You don’t have to apologize, Den,” your voice is calm and soothing, as soon as you rest his hands on his knees, you gently hook your finger under his chin, turning him to face you. As frightened and embarrassed as he is, Dennis does as you want him to. The moment your eyes lock, his breathing begins to deepen; there was a lustful darkness taking over your gorgeous eyes, it made the fire in his belly burn even hotter.

“Is this ok?” You ask as your hand returns to his inner thigh, this time stroking the length of his knee, inching closer and closer to the aching bulge between his legs. He almost chokes on his words when he feels you rub his thigh, your question nearly going over his head completely.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he repeats breathlessly as he nods dumbly, his eyes stuck on yours. You smile softly at his consent and finally cup him through his pants, the hardness beneath your palm had you biting your lip. “O-Oh god!” He whimpers under his breath, his pretty eyes fluttering shut as you hold him in your hand.

Finally, your hand begins to move, the grind of your palm into his cock sends Dennis’ mind spinning. It’s been so long since someone touched him, he’s been single ever since his divorce and even before then his ex-wife hardly looked at him let alone touched him. He’d grown so accustomed to the feeling of his own hand that he forgot how good it felt to be touched by someone else.

“Dennis,” you repeat again softly, he let himself get so carried away in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear you call his name. He opens his eyes again, desperation and worry written all over his face. The way he got so caught up in the pleasure just your hand gave him made you hungry for more. Your nose brushes against his as you lean in closer. “Can I kiss you?”

“Fuck, p-please,” he whimpers again, his eyes sliding shut again as you kiss him. You sigh happily against his lips, the way he immediately submitted to you was everything you dreamed of. His lips were soft and shy, afraid to go too far but still hungry for any shred of kindness you offered. When your tongue licked at the seam of his lips, his hips surged forward into your hand on instinct. Your grip on his cock tightened ever so slightly, pulling a sharp gasp from the timid man next to you. Sliding your tongue into his parted mouth, you moaned at the taste of him; mint toothpaste and the chocolate muffin you gave him as a snack an hour before.

You both lose yourselves in the kiss, each one intensifying with each passing moment. You sink your teeth into his swollen bottom lip, drawing a shaky moan from the back of his throat. Suddenly you slide from your spot next to him, making him pout, his lips ready to begin pouring pleas and apologies. When you settle yourself on the floor in between his spread thighs, Dennis couldn’t help but curse. He wanted to commit the scene before him to memory: your beautiful eyes looking up at him while you kneel for him.

“Now, Den,” you speak softly, you were just as breathless as he was, except you were half drunk with power, you trail both hands up his inner thighs, sending shivers through his body, “tell me what you want me to do.”

“Fuck,” he curses again as he tries to find the words but his brain is damn near useless right now. You smirk as you watch him scramble to speak, you knew he was shy, so you relished in his reactions. “I want… I want you…”

“You want me to what, Dennis?” Your tone is encouraging and reassuring, that alone is enough to make Dennis’ heart beat erratically. He let out a frustrated noise as he tried to regain some composure. “Want me to touch you?”

“Whatever you want,” he whispers, “I want-want you to do whatever you want…”

His cute answer makes you smile at him, you bring your lips to his again, rewarding him for his good answer. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, chasing your sweet lips.

“You wanna know what I wanna do to you, Dennis?” You ask slowly in between sweet kisses, “I wanna suck your cock,” he moans at your words, “and then ride you nice and hard, make you feel so fucking good, until you cum inside me… you want that?”

“Yes! Yes—fuck!—yes!” He gushes out as you begin to unbutton his pants, eager to get your mouth on him. The sound of his zipper being pulled down suddenly snapped him out of his desperate haze. “Wait!” He called, his hands holding your wrists still. You look up at him, your hands stopped in their tracks.

“Something wrong, Den?” You ask as he licks his lips, you could tell he was looking for the right words to say, “Do you want me to stop? We don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to,” you say sincerely with a sweet, soft smile. When he didn’t say anything for a few moments, you smiled a little wider and started to get up from your spot between his knees, “we could jus—“

“No!” He exclaims a little louder than he intended, a sheepish, apologetic smile gracing his lips, “sorry, no, please, I-I don’t want you to stop. It’s just,” He took a deep breath, his eyes looking down at the floor, “I haven’t been w-with anyone since my div-divorce and, uh, my ex-wife, she said that my, um, my penis was… was bad…” He waited for the cruel laughter, the mocking words, a scoff—something. But instead, you tilted his chin up to look at you, he found your gentle expression and a warmth in your eyes that he’s never seen before.

“I’m sure she said many other cruel, untrue things to you, Dennis,” you push a hand through his hair, caressing the side of his face as you speak, “things you didn’t deserve. Let me show you what you deserve, Angel. Hm?”

Dennis gives you a shy nod and you all but devour his lips, your movements are strong and determined, it leaves him scrambling to take it all yet yearning for more. This time he doesn’t stop you when you pull his zipper down, your hands pulling down his pants and boxers to his mid thigh in one go. With your tongue sliding sensually against his, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, your fingers hardly able to touch. Dennis whimpers loudly into the kiss, his mouth hanging open as you massage his shaft. You sigh at the weight of him in your palm and pull back to look at him. You drool when you see the monster between his thighs; a wide, angry red tip atop a long veiny shaft that pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

“Holy shit, Den,” you moan in awe and give his cock a stroke, licking your lips as a bead of precum coats your fingers, “you’ve got such a big cock, can’t fucking wait to feel you splitting me open,” you ramble, your feral gaze locked on his tip, watching as more precum oozes from his hole. “Fucking hell…”

“Oh! Oh fuck!” He cries out, his head falling back against the couch as your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue greedily lapping up the salty precum as your hand jerks him off. You moan around him as you begin to move, taking more and more of him into your mouth with each eager bob of your head. Dennis’ thighs shake beside your head, his whole body strumming and thrashing with pleasure. He’s never had anyone go down on him before so this was a whole new experience to him. “Oh my god! Oh my god!”

Large hands grip the back of your head, guiding you lower and lower down his length each time. You take a deep breath through your nose, relax your throat and take him as deep as you possibly can. His toes curl in his socks when he feels himself breech your throat, his length suddenly disappearing into your hot, wet mouth. A confused but wanton moan flying from his mouth as you swallow him down, the grip in your hair tightening to the point of pain. You manage to fit most of him down your throat, your hand jerking the last inch or two that can’t fit in your throat yet.

The noises Dennis makes leaves you absolutely dripping, your hips grinding into nothing with need, your panties were definitely ruined. Your eyes sting with tears and drool coats your chin, but you love it too much to care. He looks the part of a debauched mess; his skin dewey with sweat, his lips parted and red from your sloppy kisses, and his face contorted as the painful bliss that he’s never known before overwhelms him. It’s doing wonders for your confidence.

“I-I, I’m gonna cum!” He sobs between the fat tears that roll down his face, your mouth suddenly pulling off of him with a wet pop. A heartbroken whine of your name leaves his lips but your spit covered mouth silences him with a sloppy kiss. He tastes himself on your tongue as you shut him up in the best way possible.

“I want you to cum in my pussy, Den, not my mouth,” you mumble against him lips, gripping the collar of his pink polo shirt, you tug him to his feet. He sways a bit, the edging making it hard for him to stand straight as you lead him to your bedroom. Wasting no time, you shut the door and push him to the neatly made bed and crawl up the length of his body, settling in his lap. “Undress me, Dennis, please?”

You didn’t need to ask him again. He sits up quickly, his shaky but eager hands are quick to unzip your dress and yank it over your head, tossing it to the floor behind you. Dennis never thought he would ever be here, laying on your bed with you in his lap, begging him to strip you naked. Yet here he was, staring at your bare breasts; he was positive he was drooling but he couldn’t think hard enough to care. “You’re so…beautiful…”

Your shy giggle made him smile softly. “Touch me, Den,” You guide his hands to the swell of your chest, and Dennis is sure that he’ll never be able to go a day without feeling your pillowy soft tits in his hand. He moans and massages the tender flesh passionately, leaning down to suck on your hard nipples, your hand gripping the back of his head.

“So soft,” he mutters in amazement against your sensitive nipple.

“O-Oh fuck, yes, that’s it, so fucking good…” Your soft moans and praises leave Dennis ravenous, he switches between your breasts, making sure to give each one equal attention. He feels your hand tug at his polo and he reluctantly pulls back to help you take it off, pushing his pants and boxers off completely too. You sit back and shimmy out of your ruined panties, giving Dennis a show as you slowly peel the wet fabric from the juncture of your thighs. He whimpers with need and a drooling mouth when he sees a string of your arousal cling to your underwear before breaking and coating your thighs. But before he could get his mouth on you, you push him on his back. A grin finds a way across your face, the sight had Dennis’ stomach doing flips and his own shy smile tugging at his lips. He’s about to take his glasses off but you’re not having it.

“No, leave them on,” You grin as he nods and lowers his hands, “you’re always so cute, Den,” you muse as you crawl over him once more, slowly lowering your naked pussy to his cock.

“Ah-haaaah!” He groans, his eyes open wide to watch as your lips drape around his girth. You moan at his noises and begin to rock back and forth, letting your slick leak down his shaft. “Please, please, Sweetheart, please,” he gasps, his hands on your hips to help you grind on him.

“Please, what, Den?” You smirk and run your hands across his chest teasingly. He shivers violently, his eyes falling shut for a moment before pleading up at you.

“Need to be inside you, please— o-or I’m gonna cum like this,” he begged. He sounded so sweet when he begged for you like this, you ‘ll have to be sure to make him do it more often. You listen to him chant ‘please’ under his breath as he fights off his high, your grinding was quickly unravelling him.

“You wanna be inside me, Den?” You lift up on your knees, rubbing his tip through your soft petals. He nods frantically, muttering ‘yes’ over and over, his eyes glued to the spot between your legs. “You’ve been so good for me, always been so good… I think you deserve it, don’t you?”

“Yes, please!” He sobs, his hands now balling up your bedsheets, he’d say anything to get you to sit on his cock right now. Thankfully, he said the magic words. You slowly let gravity pull you down, your tight little hole stretching around him perfectly. Inch by inch you take him in, the hot, wet feeling of your walls finally wrapped around his cock has Dennis speechless, he can’t breathe, he can’t think, he’s certain that his heart stopped beating. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” He moans wantonly.

“Ohhh fuck, yes, Dennis!” You gasp as you finally take the last inch, your bodies finally connected. Another wave of pride washes over you when you see the fucked out expression on Dennis’ face. The way his eyes crossed before closing made you feel like a fucking Goddess. You give yourself a moment to relish the burning stretch of his cock nestled deep in your cunt. You’re about to start riding him when his large, surprisingly strong hands grip your waist in a bruising hold, keeping you still.

“Not yet, not yet, please, God, not yet,” he babbles on in a strained voice, his whole body tense and trembling with pleasure as he forces himself back from the edge. You pout but stay still until the rapid rise and fall of his chest calmed down a bit. This time when he tries to hold you in place, you swat his hands away and begin to bounce in his lap. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Oh my God, Den, I can feel you in my fucking stomach,” you moan and speed up, the pleasure his cock provides was quickly becoming addictive and you were jonesing for more. At your words he lets out a high pitched whimper, his eyes wanting to fall shut but he fights to keep them open. He was mesmerized by your body, how his cock seemed to just barely fit inside you, and then your tits—he could watch them bounce in time with your filthy movements for the rest of his life and never get bored. You catch him staring and smirk, bringing his hands to your chest again. Dennis feels how the supple flesh jiggles each time you throw yourself down on his cock. “You like my tits, baby?” You moan when his thumbs rub circles over your nipples.

“Yes, holy fuck, I love them, they’re fucking perfect, so fucking perfect,” he whines as you lean into him, smothering his face in your chest. He’s quick to latch on to your nipple, his arms wound tightly around your middle and his mouth sinful and dirty, his body reacting on pure instinct now. Your pace quickens as he sucks harshly at your tit, his hips rising to meet yours.

“Next time, I’ll let you fuck them,” you whisper huskily in his ear, his body tensing and a loud sob leaving his swollen lips at the thought, “you like that? You imagining fucking my tits, Den? Putting your fat cock between ‘em, pushing them together, and fucking them until you’re coming all over me?”

You knew what your dirty talk was doing to him, each word pushed him closer and closer to his high, which he was desperately trying to postpone. He wanted this to last forever, he wasn’t sure if this was just a one time thing but at the mention of there being a ‘next time,’ Dennis can’t help but fuck into you faster and harder, his hands crawling at your skin with blunt nails. The feeling of your tight cunt milking him for all he’s worth is addictive, then your filthy words and sinful promises only bring him right to the edge. It was all building, and soon it was too much for him to stand.

“Ahh! Oh my God, I’m coming! I’m coming!” He suddenly cries, his eyes wide in shock as he empties himself inside you, those strong thigh muscles tense and shake in time with his short, panicked thrusts. You moan as you feel the heat of his seed fill your womb, the seemingly endless ropes of cum keep coming and coming until he drips out of you. The strangled cries and moans of the man beneath you tell you that you’ve done your job— Dennis Baker was completely ruined. You smirk as he comes down, his hips stalling out as he goes lax under you. “Holy fuuuuuck!” He groaned in a trembling voice, his chest heaving. You chuckle at his fucked out voice.

“How are you feeling, Den? Feelin’ good?” You ask while you catch your own breath, petting his messy hair. He hums and nods, his eyes heavy and he relaxes.

“I feel… God, I-I never felt this way before,” he slurs, and looks up at you with a dopey love-sick smile, one that you can’t help but return. His smile drops as his face twists in worry, “you didn’t finish,” you can see the disappointment in his eyes, “I’m sorry, you just—I just, I couldn’t stop it, I—“

“Shhh, it’s ok, Den,” you soothe with a mischievous smile and wink. Dennis looks up at you in awe, thanking whatever higher power made him the luckiest bastard on the fucking planet. When you started to grind on his hypersensitive cock, his whole body jolted at the sharp sting of sensitivity that shot through him, his back bowing off the bed as he groans, his hands trying to hold you still again.

“Aaaaah! Fuck!” He shouts as you give him gentle little bounces. You lower your mouth to his neck, softly kissing and biting the exposed skin there.

“You can make it up to me this round.”

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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Had to get this out before focusing on my other stories. I don’t even know. Thank you for allowing me to do stuff like this, Sloth. 💜 From the same universe as the last Justin Capshaw x Female Reader x Mommy Domme blurb/ficlet I sent in.

Warnings: Mommy Kink, Pet Names (Baby, Puppy, Loves), Cunnilingus and Fingering, (as always) Self-Indulgence, Minimal editing

Morning Chores

Standing by the sink, hands coated in soapy suds, you hum as you wash the dishes. Mommy left with a quick kiss to your temple, errands to run and a few quiet morning hours to do them. She’d be back soon. The whole rest of the sunny Sunday left to bask in peace and quiet with Justin and you.

You had a short list of chores to complete, along with a few tasks to prepare for work tomorrow. Plenty to concentrate on while you waited for her return.

Steps creak down the stairs, your ears perking at the sound. A smile twitches at the corner of your lips. You were wondering when he’d wake up. Soft footfalls pad into the kitchen behind you and you turn to greet Justin.

“Good morning, puppy,” you coo with a smile. “Seems someone was sleepy this morning. Guess we tired you out last night.”

“Where’s Mommy?” he asks, rubbing at his eyes, glasses still missing so early, a long blanket grasped in his fist and trailing behind him.

“There were some groceries we needed for the week and Clark called from work, something about release forms or something.” Your shoulders shrug as you turn back to your last task. The stack of dishes grows beside you, clean and drying on the rack beside the sink.

Justin falls silent, save for a few sounds of disgruntlement murmuring past his lips. “I don’t like that guy,” he grumbles.

You nod in agreement, pausing to turn to over your shoulder and share a sympathetic look.

“I know, Justin, me neither.” You sigh and wipe your hands on the towel thrown over your shoulder. “He’s a jackass.”

Justin gasps, wide eyes staring at you, hands balling into fists and clutching at the blanket like a shield.

“It’s okay, puppy,” you assure with a hand held toward him, knowing the source of his shock. “Mommy said I get to be big today cause I’m taking care of you.”

He nods reluctantly and approaches you. You smile and gesture toward the island barstools for him to sit while you work, but he just walks closer, spreading his blanket on the floor and sitting. His head leans against your leg, a soft happy sigh brushing against your skin as he settles.

“Right here,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to your thigh and tracing your ankle with a delicate finger.

You look down, ensuring his comfort before continuing. You scrub at pans and pots and plates from last night, everyone too consumed by lust to worry about the mess in the sink after dinner.

Justin remains at your feet, humming and tracing lackadaisical patterns across your skin. You try to make out the designs his touch leave behind, but all you feel are swirls and tickles. He shifts every so often, readjusting his legs or pressing closer to you, finding the most comfortable place to relax and melt into your side.

It’s peaceful, pleasant, easy.

You finish the dishes, washing down the sides of the sink, wringing out the sponge and preparing to dry the dishes and put them away. You step to the side, lightly nudging Justin away from your path and step in front of him to start the next task.

His head falls to rest on the back of your thighs, pushing up the hem of your short skirt, soft breaths sending a shiver up your spine. Your thighs squeeze gently together, heat blooming in your core. But you have a chore to complete and Mommy would be disappointed should you fail to finish your list.

Starting with the plates, you dry away any remaining water with your towel and start stacking them neatly on the countertop.

Justin shifts again, straightening. His knees nudge your ankles apart as he attempts to slot himself between your thighs.

“Justin,” you chide gently with a chuckle, stepping to the side as he becomes more insistent at pushing your legs apart.

A whine greets your actions, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drags you back and positions you how he pleases.

“Puppy!” A giggle works its way up your throat, your feet sliding apart as he tucks himself intimately close. You shiver once again, fingers slipping around a damp plate as you stack it atop the others. “Mommy wanted me to do the dishes.” Your voice whines, your head slipping toward the heady temptation of his touch. A flutter skitters through your body, from your tummy toward the apex of your thighs, waiting for what he’ll do now that he’s so close to what he wants.

Deft fingers pull your undies down your legs, languid strokes exploring your folds. You gasp and flex your hands in the fabric of the towel, teeth sinking into your lower lip and eyes glancing over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him beneath your skirt.

“So soft,” he murmurs, nose brushing against you and tongue sweeping over his lips. “So warm.”

He gives you no other warning before he buries himself between your thighs from behind. He laps at you, long strokes of his tongue tasting you from your twitching clit past your weeping entrance to your puckered hole. You gasp and try to jolt away, but he keeps you still, a hand holding your hip in a steely grip, murmured pleas incoherent from his lips sucking at your intimate flesh.

Soft, indulgent sounds escape your throat at every lick. Your eyes squeeze shut, hips tilting back.

Justin’s relentless in seeking your pleasure, each delicious touch coiling that knot in your belly. You collapse onto your elbows with a choked moan, grasping at your towel and the countertop for some way to keep steady while Justin takes his fill of you.

And the noises coming from his mouth—moans and grunt and lusty, sloppy sounds of longing spilling from his lips as he takes you apart piece by piece.

His fingers tickle your inner thighs, pushing you wider for his exploration and drifting toward your fluttering walls. They slip in easily with the assistance of your slick arousal, sucked into your pussy and stretching your walls that bit that you need. Your breath hitches in your lungs.

Justin retreats, peeking his face out from beneath your skirt to watch you as he begins pumping his fingers into your velvety walls. You lift to your toes, stretching the tension filling your body, hoping to alleviate that unrelenting ache that fills you. But Justin keeps his fingers buried deep, massaging that perfect place that’s sure to make you see stars.

“Pup-puppy,” you whine, locking your gaze with him over your shoulder, gulping down breaths and head swimming with sensation.

“Baby,” he moans, lips red, swollen, and shiny. His chest rises and falls with his heaving breaths before he dives back in, joining his fingers in dragging you toward your high.

It keeps coiling, tighter and tighter, until you shatter with a cry, knees buckling under your weight. You keep yourself up solely with your grip on the countertop, riding Justin’s face through your high, quiet sounds of pleasure buzzing your lips.

Justin pulls away, licking his lips and fingers with relish, eyes shining and bright, gazing up at you for approval.

“Oh, Puppy,” you coo, turning to bend over him and drag his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. “So good to me.” Your fingers brush his cheeks, running up his temples toward his hair and tugging gently at the strands.

His moans answers you as he leans up toward you like a flower seeking the sun, gorgeous. Your mind races, thinking of all the ways you can ruin him before Mommy gets home, chore list left by the wayside, completely disregarded when you see his desperation beaming up at you.

Your lips glide over his once again, tongues tangling as you sink to the floor, ready to show him the extent of your gratitude. His eyes flutter shut, drinking in your kiss like a parched man.

The sound of the garage door rumbling to life snaps you out of it. Pulling away from Justin, you wait for a moment, trying to figure out whether the sound is in your head before hearing it rumbling closed.

You sit frozen in your spot, hands grasping at Justin’s shirt and hair, pulse spiking in your throat and heart fluttering in your chest.

“I’m home, my loves,” your Mommy chimes as she enters the back door, arms laden with grocery bags. “Oh!” She stops, staring at the two of you on the floor, a knowing smirk spreading across her lips. “Seems like we got a bit distracted, didn’t we, baby?” she asks, looking to you for an answer. Justin shakes, his hands pulsing nervously on your hips.

“Yes, Mommy,” you answer in a whisper, a sickening feeling bubbling up in your gut.

“Well,” she sighs, disappointment lacing her tone. Your heart plummets toward your toes. “Mommy’s just a little upset you didn’t wait for me.” You turn to Justin, his wide eyes mirroring your confusion. Your Mommy crooks a finger at you both, beckoning you to her side, her other hand fiddling with the button of her jeans. “Come to Mommy, my loves.”

RACH OH MY GOD YESSSSS

I'm never gonna recover from this. 😩🥵😩🥵😩🥵😩🥵😩🥵😩🥵😩🥵😩

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also- i know your requests are closed, but i had this thought earlier.

justin going feral.

he watches greg from work kiss your cheek or hug you for too long and just- loses it. his large hands leaving fingerprint bruises while he rails you - nothing but pure possession and jealousy fueling his actions until he fucks it out of his system.

no one touches my mommy without my permission

Summary: Justin gets possessive, and takes it out on you.

Pairing: Aged up!Justin Capshaw x Female!Reader

Word count: Im not sure, I wrote this on my phone

Warnings: possessive sex, marking kink, creampie, creampie kink, dom!Justin but not completely, rough sex, Mommy kink, jealousy, cum play, fingering (f receiving), brief oral, Justin being a soft boy, fluff.

A/N: I feel like we need more Justin in our lives 💖

NSFW below the cut, 18+ Only

Your mind was hazy with euphoria. Waves of unbelievable pleasure broke and broke upon you until you were sure you were going to drown. And you couldn't find it in you to be mad if this was how you die.

How you got here was a blur. You were at a dinner party with Justin and a few colleagues, you said goodnight to everyone, you got home... then you were here. You could vaguely hear Justin's gravelly voice in your ear, but you can't make out what he's saying anymore.

"Greg thinks he can fucking kiss you, bet he thinks about fucking you too," Justin spits with venom, "you're not his to fuck, Mommy, you're mine. And I'll fucking show you how good I can fuck you," Justin growls, his restraint slipping completely as he plows into you from behind.

He's the picture of unbridled desire. Jealousy clouded his mind, all he could think about was Greg touching his Mommy, touching what doesn't belong to him, and he couldn't have that. The sounds of your moans only add to the fire burning in him, he needs more.

Justin tightens his grip on your hips, knowing they'll leave bruises on your supple flesh. He smirks proudly at thought of the two hand shaped marks that will be present in the morning. He watches the way your ass jiggles each time his hips hit your thighs, the way your delicious meat shook under the force of his thrusts made him speed up, getting harder and harder.

"You're mine, Mommy," he moans when your pussy flutters around him, "all fucking mine! Your h-heart is mine, your pussy is m-mine!"

"All yours, Justin! I'm yours, baby!" You scream with the last few braincells you have. Your arms give out, pushing your ass higher into the air for him. Justin cries out at the sight of you, face down, ass up and split open on his cock. Your words were exactly what he wanted to hear.

"All mine! Mine! A-All fucking mine — FUCK!" He shouts, one hand leaves the perch of your waist to roughly play with your clit. You whimper his name as you cum, the savage pace of his hand and hips prove too much for you to handle. The moment you're squeezing his cock, Justin is giving you short, vicious thrusts.

"Take it! Fuck! Take my cum! Take it! Yes! Oh, God!" He drapes himself over you possessively, hiding you from anyone else in the world, his arms holding you in place for him to hump.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! MOMMY!" He screams with one last thrust and buries himself to the hilt, his legs shake as they naturally spread to force himself deeper into your snatch.

Justin feels like his high would never end. Rope after rope of his hot seed fills your waiting cunt, just like it was meant to. He sighs happily when he opens his eyes to see the bruised skin of your shoulders, the marks of his kisses and bites starting to show up.

"Oh, you're so beautiful like this, Mommy," he whispers breathlessly as he pets your spine and sits up. "Jesus Christ..." he moans when he sees his cum leaking from where you're joined together.

Slowly he pulls out, whimpering with you at the sensitivity. The puffy petals of your cunt glisten with the juices of both your cum. Justin finds himself gently gliding his fingers through the mixture of your releases and pushing it back into you. You gasp when you feel his fingers dip into your pussy.

"J-Justin," you sigh but he shushes you with small kisses to the swell of your ass.

"Shhhhhhhhh a little more, Mommy," he coos and watches his cum pool inside of you. He gives you a pleased moan before giving your abused cunt a tongue-filled kiss.

"You're all mine, Mommy."

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