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fineprintedsunsets · 8 months

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CUPCAKE AFFAIRS

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 3! | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List | Bucky Barnes & Characters Master-List

inspired by your favorite song +“you are mine, whether you agree or not.”

Synopsis: Your sugar daddy will make sure you get anything you want, even if it's another man.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: sugardaddy!maxburnett x nickfowler x f reader. daddy kink (I don't have one myself, but I hope I gave it justice) fingering. MMF. dirty talk. use of pet names (I got you fluffy whores). p in v sex. oral (male receiving)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

Suga' Daddy - Inayah

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

“Monarch” was beautiful, and flashy, and-

Are those cupcakes?

Those are definitely cupcakes.

You sigh with relief. This was nothing like the other events Max dragged you to. Last month it was a charity ball and after all the conversations about politics and the old ass man looking at your breast, you were over it real quick.

Max made up for it though, that was the best part about having a sugar daddy. The sex is fucking amazing. And Max had special skills when it came to that area.

“You alright, Princess?” He gruffs, leading you both inside the doors to the downtown bar that just opened up. Max was in business with its owner, Nick. So of course he had to celebrate the grand opening.

“Fine.” You smile, still eyeing those cupcakes. Sprinkles and icing atop a beautiful fluffy sponge cake. They sit leisurely placed on a rotating cake display. Max smiles, seeing what piqued your interest.

“Go get one baby, Meet me at the bar, alright?”

“Of course, Daddy.” Max’s brows shoot up as he smirks, landing a light tap on your ass. You have never called him daddy in public before, and now that you had, he was never letting you stop.

You yelp at the contact but agree as you smooth down the back of your dress. Max picked it out like he did all the others you wore during these events. The pink fabric fits you perfectly, hugging and even accentuating your curves.

Max finds his way to the bar top, probably to discuss business things with Nick. That’s what you called them anyway, “Business things”. You have eyes on the last pink cupcake with purple pearl sprinkles.

It looks heavenly, and mouth-watering, and-

You reach to grab the delectable dessert before another hand brushes your own, making you pull back suddenly.

“Oh, I’m sorry honey! Take it.” Your eyes meet with a fair-skinned man, his bright smile reaching his ears. You blush at his features, suddenly remembering your fingers just brushed.

“Are you sure?” Your voice squeaks, shy and acutely aware your breasts are on display, but the man doesn't look down once, he keeps his eyes up at your face. You never knew respect could be so hot.

“The beautiful girl deserves the prettiest cupcake, no?”

Your face is comparable to a tomato, but thank god the bar lights are just dim enough to hide it. You smile, reaching your hand to grab the cupcake. The man smiles as his hands slide into their suit pockets, you can see the slightest hint of his veins, his large fingers resting inside the pocket.

Is it hot in here?

“It matches your dress, after all.” He points, lifting his suit with him. God, he has muscles. Lots of them. You look down as if you’ve forgotten what you put on, with him, you kind of forgot you were wearing anything.

“It does.” You notice, pulling the wrapper off the frosted desert. As much as you’d love to keep admiring the man that is standing next to the delicious cupcakes, you have to try one.

You bring it up to your lips, biting into the icing and cake at once. You bring your hand up to catch any of the crumbs, allowing the icing to melt on your tongue. You could almost groan, it's so good.

You bring it away from your mouth, missing the taste of it already. He still stands there, a laugh emitting from his lips. “Come here.” You quirk your brow in question, still chewing the spongy cake as the man steps forward, bringing a gentle hand to swipe at your lips.

You freeze at his touch, feeling sparks emit through your skin. He brings his thumb to swipe over your bottom lip, gathering icing that must have stuck to the skin. He keeps your eyes locked as he brings the digit to his own pink lips, licking off the buttercream.

You almost choke as you swallow. Your knees are jelly, and your eyes can’t stay off of the man. Who is he? And why is he making you hot and bubbly inside?

“Nick Fowler” He puts his hand out, breaking the heated silence, but before you can reach to shake it, a voice pulls you back down to reality.

“I see you’ve met Nick.” Max joins you two at the cupcake stand, a bit of agitation in his tone. You almost smile, uh oh, daddy’s jealous.

You're aware now, this is the new owner of Monarch, Max’s business partner. Nick, as in the Nick. “Max, How you been man?” Nick’s eyes break away from you, switching his hand to shake Max’s

“Good” Max replies with a hint of accusation woven throughout his tone. The two men’s palms slide against each other. Now you can see both Max and Nick’s strong fingers and the recurring veins that mark Nick’s hand-

God. It definitely is hot in here.

Nick and Max both turn to you, and the intensity of their gazes, the remembrance of Nick’s fingers against your lip, and Max-

Max looked so angry, it made you want to rub your thighs together.

“Join me at the bar, Princess.”

Is it just you, or did Nick’s gaze just harden? Max was shooting daggers through your body, but he didn’t own you, he was your sugar daddy, not your boyfriend, although you can’t atone for the amount you hoped otherwise.

Max treated you like his little princess, always caring and soft when you needed him to be. But when you wanted to be put in your place?

Max knew how to do that too.

“Can Nick join us?” You ask, passing a small wink to Nick. Max sees it, you make sure he does.

You know he doesn't want you to see it, but it’s hard to ignore the way his finger flexes and curls into a tight fist at his sides. “Of course, Can I have a word with you first, baby?”

“Course.” You mutter, Max indicates for Nick to wait at the bar and he does so with an eager eye, taking a cupcake for the road. You finished yours while Nick and Max stared each other down during that way-to-long-hand shake.

Max joins you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. You know Nick is watching, Max is trying to make it seem as if he’s just giving you a kiss, but in reality, he’s doing much more.

“Does he make you wet, princess?”

“Max!” You attempt to pull away, but you can’t. Max won't let you.

“Answer me or I’ll stick my hand down those pretty pink panties your wearing and find out for myself.” Your thighs clench at your sugar daddy’s tone, jealousy and anger, and arousal mixing in this throat.

Embarrassment now clouds your cheeks as you dip your head “Yes.” You mutter in resentment, shrinking away just a bit from Max. His fingers graze your cheekbone gently, forcing you to look up at him.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, princess. Do you want him?”

“No, Max. I want you.” You whine, fiddling with your fingers as your eyes intertwine, heat sparking throughout your chest.

“I know, baby. But you know what I really mean.”

You did. You didn’t want to admit to that fact.

Max’s lips dip down to your ear-lobe, flicking his tongue out to trace the skin, You gasp as he places your chin at his shoulder, your eyes locking with Nick’s. He’s staring very intensely.

“Do you want his fingers? ‘Want to see how those veins feel stuffed inside of you?”

Your chest bubbles as air exits your lungs too quickly, making you winded. Max’s tongue at your ear, his filthy words, and Nick’s eyes from the bar…

It could make you cum right here and right now.

“Oh I know, Princess. I saw you eyeing him. Is that what you want?”

Fuck. Could you deny you were attracted to Nick? No. Did you want Max to know? Yes and no.

Yes, because Max could make it happen. He would do anything for you. But saying it allowed seemed like uncharted territory. Max seemed so jealous when you were eyeing Nick, or maybe he was just playing a part, knowing it would’ve turned you on.

It worked.

Too well.

“Answer me, Princess.”

“Yes! Fuck, Max.” He pulls away from your ear, the torture halting for a moment. He smiles, like he’s happy you confessed you want someone other than himself.

“You’ll get him then-” Max’s fingers pull at your chin, stroking the flesh of your cheek. “Just know, You're mine, whether you agree or not.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

🧁

Max had accomplished what he had promised. The bar’s grand opening celebration was far away as you sat in a leather booth with both men. The V.I.P. section was cleared immediately as Nick heard Max’s proposition. The booth walls are high enough so no one can see inside, and guards are stationed outside the doors which lead into the V.I.P. rooms.

But if you moan loud enough, which you are sure you will, the potential clients will hear. Max and Nick seemed to pay no mind to that fact, though.

“She’s so pretty, Max.” Nick runs his curled fingers across your cheek, sending sparks shooting through your body. Max presses into you from the right side, his hand tracing lazy circles on your thigh.

If only they would inch higher.

“You hear that princess, Daddy’s friend thinks you're pretty”. You nod, smiling, unable to speak as Nick's hand dips lower, exploring your curves, causing heat to bloom everywhere, turning your veins to molten lava.

“Tell him what you want, baby. Tell him what you told Daddy.”

You gulp, feeling both pairs of hands pause, robbing and taunting you at the same time. You swallow, the air sucking itself from your throat. “Want to feel Nick’s fingers, daddy.” You confess to Max, looking away from his partner.

Max smiles, grabbing your cheeks, forcing your head to turn the opposite way, your gaze colluding with Nick’s blue pupils. “Tell him.”

“Want your fingers inside me, Nick.” He shifts, his cock painfully straining against his pants, matching Max’s slacks.

“You gonna be good for me, sweet girl? Listen to what your daddy tells you?”

Your head sways quickly, showing Nick how eager you are, and Max how well you’ll listen to him. Max pulls your face back to his, bringing your lips to his own. It never gets old, feeling his lips devouring yours, letting you moan into his mouth.

You squirm, your pussy begging for Nick’s attention. His digits reach under your dress, trailing his fingers up your inner thigh. You groan into Max’s mouth, feeling both over and under-whelmed. Max lips break for air, a string of salvia still connecting your puffy lips.

Nick’s fingers reach higher, brushing right over your panties, resting at your navel. You whine, bucking your hips into Nick’s hand, acutely aware of your odd position in the booth, Your half twisted to Max, your legs dangling off the cushion.

“C’mere”. Max’s helps you get more comfortable, while his other hand reaches into his slacks, undoing his belt. You watch as his muscles flex at the action, pulling his belt out of the loops, and releasing himself.

His cock is hard and heavy, pre-cum dripping from its tip. You can feel both men’s gazes at your back, your hips are angled in the air, pressing into Nick’s side as your head is at eye-level with Max’s cock.

“Suck your daddy’s cock, baby” Nick’s hoarse voice echos, as his fingers slide down, rubbing a small circle against your clothed clit. You buck, your mouth closing around Max’s hard cock.

He moans, feeling your wet lips run against him, your tongue finding his veins, licking a stripe up the trail. Nick smiles, seeing Max throw his head back, his fingers engulfing your scalp. Nick’s fingers move your panties to the side, hiking your dress up with the other. You gasp as the cool hair hits your pussy, making your clit cry with sensitivity.

“Such a pretty pussy she has, Max.” You groan at the compliment, clenching down on air. Max smiles as he guides your head up and down his cock, his lips parting in a feral groan.

The more you suck Max’s cock, the more you buck into Nick’s fingers. Tired of the teasing. The crude sounds of your gagging and your arousal fill the air, Nick’s fingers hook your pink panties aside as he circles your clit.

You buck, moaning around Max’s cock, sending vibrations through him, making a guttural groan exit his mouth. Max couldn’t decide to look at you, to where your mouth wraps pretty around his cock, or to Nick who’s running your fingers over your slick folds.

“Mmm. How is she doing on your end?” Max teases watching Nick’s digits circle your entrance, collecting your arousal.

“She’s so wet for us.”

You groan, gagging as Max thrust into your throat, filling you up completely, salvia dripping from your chin. Max nods to Nick, giving him the okay, and before you can be warned, a single digit pushes into you.

Nick groans in approval, watching his finger sink like a rock in water, filling you just a bit. You clench around the digit, wincing at the intrusion, waiting for the relief of being filled up to fill your body.

Nick pushes another finger into you without warning. You moan, feeling Max’s thrust start to stutter.

“Doing so well for him, princess.” Max praises, slowing down your movements with his hand, not wanting to come too soon.

“You feel his veins, sweetheart? Can you feel them buried deep inside your sweet cunt?”

“Yes!” Your reply is muffled, sounding like inaudible hums as you buck your hips into Nick’s fingers, urging him to move. He looks at Max for approval, and he nods. His digits pump leisurely in and out of you, curling each time they re-enter.

“There, honey.” Nick praises as you continue the abuse on Max’s cock, licking his veins, bobbing your head up and down, urging him to come. Max’s fingers tighten around your strands, bucking his hips into your throat.

“Gonna swallow for me, princess? Show Nick how good you can be for your daddy?” The more Max talks, the wetter you get, and Nick seems to notice.

“Keep talking to her, she likes that.” He comments as he curls his digits, making you cry out. The feeling of Max’s cock filling your throat, a few more sporadic thrusts before he’s releasing, and Nick’s veins hitting every spot inside of you, it made you want to cry and scream and cum.

It was too much, but never enough.

“Just like that, princess. Mm. Feel Daddy’s cum filling your throat. Swallow it for me, pretty girl.” You do as he asks, swallowing the spurts of cum he’s released down your throat. You pull away with a pop, grateful for the air that fills your lungs. The taste circles your buds as you run his release over your tongue.

Max smiles, the flush of his orgasm still blessing his features. You can feel your own orgasm rise through you, threatening to burst. Before you can get yourself to the edge using your own thrust to meet Nick’s fingers, he stops, releasing his digits from your needy cunt.

“Need to have you on my cock, pretty girl. Ask your daddy for me, will you?”

You clench, and look up at Max through tear-stained cheeks and batted eyelashes. “Can I ride Nick’s cock, Daddy?”

“Hmm. I think you deserve it, you did so good sucking my cock.” A twinge of excitement and anticipation wrack through you, mirroring Nick’s own face.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Nick’s cock is already out of his pants, staining his suit with his own pre-cum. His cock isn’t as large as Max’s, but where he lacks in length he makes up in girth.

Just like his fingers, veins protrude from his cock, making your pussy clench. You straddle Nick’s lap, your back pressing against the table of the booth. Max slides closer, his eyes watching as Nick lines up his cock with your entrance.

“You like when daddy watches you take another man’s cock? You like that it makes me jealous, princess?” You nod, feeling Nick slide into your heat as you cry out from the intrusion, his fingers doing nothing to help you warm up.

“Not even shy about it anymore, either,” Max says, watching Nick’s hands guide your hips up and down as you ride his cock. The sight has Max getting hard all over again. Your orgasm is back and ready to burst as Nick thrust into you harder, each time his pace speeds up, pushing and pulsating inside you.

“So good, sweet girl! Mmph. Come on my cock, okay? Can you do that for me?” You close your eyes, leaning forward so your hands rest against the top of the booth seat, allowing Nick to slide in deeper.

“M’coming! Nick!” Nick smiles, giving you small words of encouragement as he nods his head, your breath colliding as you come over his cock, feeling Max’s gaze all over your body. Nick comes just moments after, pulling out to coat you both in his release. Max places a kiss against your temple, telling you how well you did.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, princess. And celebrate this bar opening, hmm?”

You laugh, your breath still unsteady. “That wasn’t enough celebration?”

“How about another cupcake?” Nick pitches in, smiling, flashing his dimples.

“Coming!”

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fineprintedsunsets · 8 months

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THE CROW'S DISGUISE

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 5! | | Bucky Barnes Master-List | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List

Synopsis: A masquerade is crawling with assassins. Including me, The Raven. My only goal, Kill The Crow.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: nickfowler x assassin!f reader. smut. cock humping. dirty talk. angst. betrayal. mentions of death/assassination. (bit late my faulttt) This is part of the Folklore Fantasies

Masquerade au + "i want to see you bleed"

"You Never Know The Psychopath Sitting Next To You"

My mission is simple: Kill the crow.

The mask I wear is in the shape of my alias. “The Raven”, a long navy-colored beak attached to two eye holes and light black trimming around its exterior. Tonight at Crow’s Estate, a masquerade ball is being held.

I won’t be the only assassin there. I do plan on being the only one who drives a six-inch blade through his throat. It took months to get into The Crow’s circle, and even longer to get invited to one of his events, and now that I’m in, I can hardly wait.

I do not know the face of the crow, which is unfortunate, but the D.V.E does not allow any of its assailants to know the identities of their targets. I’m aware of The Crow’s dealings, I know he is a bad person, and the solution hides strapped to my thigh underneath a black Lolita dress hand-picked for this occasion.

The Crow will fall tonight.

Classical music from inside Crow’s Estate filters outside, filling the wind and winding its notes around the invited guests. “Agent R, Can you read me?” The ear-peice Cody gave me is irritating. As if I don’t already get my fill of his obnoxious voice. I sigh, bringing two digits up to my ear, pressing against the micro-technology.

A little something we picked up or rather stole from an A.I.R house we raided in the fall.

“About to enter, how do you read me?”

Cody huffs, “Clear from the entrance to the ballroom. Security is limited but hidden” I nod, keeping my voice low. The line shifts as the hundreds of guests move up, all dressed in extravagant suits and dresses, animal or traditional masquerade masks decorate their faces.

“Got to go, Cody.” I don’t need to be in his stake-out spot to know his lips are parted in protest, I take out the earpiece and tuck it into one of the many hidden pockets in this dress.

Beautiful and functional, just how I like it. I breathe out my nose, bracing myself for another long wait. It will take me at least thirty minutes to get to the front of the line, by then the festivities would have started.

I sigh, adjusting the strings tugging at my hair, making sure the mask sits firmly on my features.

The Raven will be The Crow’s demise.

𓅂

My heels scrape against the polished floors of the Crow Estate. It is exactly out of an Edgar Allan Poe fever dream and I can’t say I hate it. Musicians draw back their bows, sliding them elegantly along their many variants of the string family. Violins and Cellos, mixed with woodwinds and percussion.

The chandeliers that swing above light the whole room as people pack inside the ballroom. Many are already dancing, spinning their partners along to the rhythm. I don’t replace my earpiece. It’s unnoticeable, but first I must take out security.

Cody said it’s limited, which is odd for an event of this importance. The Crow has definitely invited his business partners. If I can take out security, or at least locate them, it will make my job a lot easier. The blade pushes into my skin, a heavy reminder of the task at hand.

Servants walk around with trays of champagne, working their way from guest to guest. As much as my hand aches to grab one of the clear flutes, I don’t. I find my way to the dance floor, heavily hoping someone will see I'm in need of a dance partner.

Several seconds go by until a man approaches me, he wears a fox mask, and the auburn trim is fit for his masculine features, the white and orange design mixing well with the overall look.

“Madam.” His hand reaches for my own. I allow him to grab my fingers, ignoring the spark that emits through my flesh. He places a small kiss against my knuckles, his mask rubbing over my skin.

He’s not my target, the crow is wearing a black mask in the shape of his alias. It seems obvious to me, but only his business partners know him by “The Crow”. All of the regular guests just know him as “The Man”.

A blush rises on my cheek as he lingers at my hand, I’m now more grateful than ever for the mask covering my face. “May I have this dance?” He speaks, his pink lips parting just a bit. I can see his short hair and his brown stubble. His electric blue pupils are sending flames through my body.

I nod, keeping my face neutral. I’ve been trained to master the art of not reacting, even if internally my body is waging war. It’s why I’m never invited to play poker with the rest of the guys.

I win too often.

His hand slides into my palm, dwarfing my fingers. The veins that are visible as his other palm finds my hip, flexing to mold into my curves is something I can't take my eyes off of.

The fox brings us into the center of the dance floor, we become one as he pulls my body closer, black suit and black dress collide in a mix of fabric as he guides my hand to rest on the back of his head. His hand is like lava melting wood. Digging deeper, molding to its surface before it burns it completely.

Other people move away as we start to move to the beat, in the standard choreographic positions for this type of music. The fox smiles, and I know it reaches his ears by the way they lift.

“What’s your name?” He whispers, his gaze locked on mine. I know he can feel my back tense, but not out of fear or discomfort, my breath does the same, it holds before it’s relieved.

This fox is making me freeze up.

I have to get us moving quicker, I need to scout out security. “Raven.” I lie, everyone is required to have an alias at this masquerade ball, whether you're a guest or an assassin. It is why the fox is the fox.

You can learn a lot about the people behind the mask from the mask. This man is sneaky and stealthy, but cunning. A predator to some, but prey to others.

“You're analyzing me aren’t you, Raven?” He mimics, smiling as we spin around, avoiding each other's shoes. We do it so perfectly I get lost in it, ignoring his question completely. It’s like we were made for each other's body, swaying and sliding as the music heightens. My breath hitches as his fingers come around to brush against my bare back, holding me steady. I silently curse at myself, knowing no emotion is to be shown.

“And If I am, Fox?” I bite back, sneaking in unnoticed glances around the ballroom. There are no tell-tale signs of security, nothing to make them stick out amongst the other guests. For the first time, I long to hear Cody’s voice. He smiles, his eyes growing beneath his masks.

“I wouldn’t stop you, I have already analyzed everyone here.” My brow quirks at his confession, my hand grabbing at the invisible strands of his hair. I don’t know if I want him closer, or further away.

“What about me, Fox? What can you tell me about myself?” Fuck it. I can’t find security and The Crow does not arrive until midnight. I’ll enjoy myself, I’ll fall down the rabbit hole with the Fox.

I deserve some fun.

I melt into his touch, feeling his fingers flex as the song changes. I dip my chin up, avoiding stabbing him with the pointy end of my mask. Wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face.

“You prefer solitude. You often disappear into the shadows, never relying on others to get the job done.” My face doesn't move as we glide across the ballroom, it feels as if it's just him and I, the other guest long gone.

The Fox, The Raven, And The Rhythm.

“Am I in your heart, Raven?” “Not even close.” I smile, looking at the man who now glides me across the dance room, the hands I suddenly trust, the fingers keeping my body moving. Heat slides through my body, presently in my thighs, my veins, This fox is everywhere.

I want more.

I shouldn't be this distracted. But I can’t stop myself.

The music thrums as he twirls me out, and my heart beats, relying on him to bring me back. Time slows when he tightens his grip, returning me to his chest safely. We're closer than ever, and now I can smell him.

Cinnamon and spice, smells I want to get intoxicated on. I want to swim and drown in them. Our breaths intertwine, my hand tightens against his head, urging him to come closer. His lips part, and I feel mine do the same as the music encases us in our own bubble.

Until he pulls away, shattering everything I’ve ever wanted in seconds. “Not here.”

“But somewhere?” I ask, and again that smile makes me gulp. A sly smirk, but a playful look.

A fox indeed.

“But somewhere.” He echos, and before I can protest, he’s tugging me through the dancing bodies, guiding me through masked men and women. The fox brings me all the way to the stairs at the front of the house, the instruments far behind.

I look up at the beautiful black marbled steps and gold-plated railing, my fingers slide into the palm of the fox as he leads the way, up the stairs and into one of the many rooms.

My body fills with anticipation, heat overriding my veins, making me forget everything. All I know is I need him, and I need him now. And it’s exactly what I’ll get.

𓅂

The fox has backed me against a door, his breath coming out in heaves as he places rushed kisses against my collarbone. I arch my back against the wood, begging him to go lower, to press his lips all over my body.

“Your an eager little bird.” He coos, his tone husky, dripping in lust. We reside in a bedroom, it looks like it’s never been used, never touched, or slept in. “Tell me your name.” I bring his lips to mine, allowing them to ravish my mouth, sparks shooting through me.

“Nick.”

“A name for a name?” He asks, his brows raising in tandem. His face, his features, even the ones that are hidden I’m sure are perfect.

“How about a mask for a mask?” I bargain, feeling his lips slide against my jawbone, placing harsh kisses against the flesh.

“You don’t play fair.” Nick tuts, his subtle grazing my throat as he continues the array of sloppy kisses. Were both filled with undeniable need, some we cannot deny.

“Never have, Never will.” I smile, tilting my mask up, silently telling him to remove it. Nick does, his fingers grazing the back of my head as he unties the Raven. The material falls away revealing my hidden features.

“Your beautiful,” Nick whispers against my cheek. It’s hard to hide the flush the compliment gives me. My fingers run over his jaw, feather-light but enough to make him shudder.

My fingers go to the back of his head, grabbing the orange tie and slowly pulling it off. I watch the mask slide off his face, his blue eyes more intense as the mask joins my own on the floor.

And then we are a tangle of limbs. Kissing, and sucking the air out of each other's lungs. We rely on each other as we sway in the darkness, attempting to find the mattress of the unused bedroom. The music doesn't bother either of us, in fact, it flows with our clothes that are now tossed on the floor.

Nick pulls my body to his, my nipples hard against his defined chest. A smile tugs at his lips as he dips to kiss my cleavage, sucking a hard peak into his mouth. I gasp at the pleasure, arching my back as we collide on the mattress. He’s hard under me, I can feel his cock pulsating in his boxers. And my underwear wet with arousal.

I reach for his boxers as his thick thighs keep us at the edge of the bed. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m suddenly aware of what is about to happen. Except Nick places a finger against my lips, “When I fuck you, Raven, I want you to be able to scream.”

“We can’t do that here,” I say, the disappointment is clear in my tone. The fox is right, everyone in their mothers will surely hear us, even over the music.

Before I can protest, Nick grabs my hips, moving my clothed clit to rub against his imprisoned cock. I moan at the friction, his tip bumping against my nub. “Hump my cock.” He orders, and it takes all my resolve not to double over right there.

I straddle his lap, feeling his hard length pressing into me, begging for release. My fingers find his abdomen, running lines down his pecs. I could get lost in the peaks and valleys of the fox’s body.

I do as he asks, his hands buried deep in the side of my hips, molding to my shape as I grind against him, controlling my tempo by grabbing onto Nick’s back, and keeping myself steady.

Nick groans, his eyes switching from me to where my pussy rubs against him, the growing wetness evident of our desire. Heat is filling me in our bubble again as his lips hungrily grab at my own, pushing my folds onto his cock with force, attempting to find both our pleasure.

“Doing so good, sweet raven.” He praises me, his moans filling my ears like a steady beat I can’t get enough of. A song I will sing for eternity. Nick thrust into me, nudging my clit with his tip. He sees my enjoyment and does it again. Over and over until I’m about ready to collapse.

“Gonna cum all over my slacks, Raven? Make a sloppy mess on my cock?” His words are daunting, but it only drives my pleasure deeper, I’m begging to hit a home run. Nick’s breath speeds up, higher and higher as his fingernails set a bruising pace, our lips clashing, our tongues intertwining.

The more Nick opens his perfect mouth, The more I clench around nothing, the wetter I get, the damper Nick’s slacks get, and the feral smile grows wider with each second. Were both close, begging to be thrown off the deep end.

“You close, sweetheart? Gonna cum with me?”

All I can do is nod, guiding my own thrust as I slide up and down his length, too much and too little friction all at once. It’s only when I see stars, I calm down.

𓅂

I stay in Nick’s arms as my eyes trace his abs, to the outline of his half-hard cock. My eyes drift to the wall, and immediately I freeze.

“Who are you looking for?” Nick asks, smiling lazily at me. I look at the clock hanging on the wall, the hands have just passed midnight.

“The Crow,” I replied coldly, not towards Nick, but to the awful man who will be dead by daylight.

“He’s already here.” My eyebrows scrunch as I turn to Nick, a question plaguing my face. It’s only then, I see it. Nick smiles his usual sly grin,

“Hello, Raya.” Hearing my real name fall from his lips allows three words I didn’t want to mutter tonight to exit my lips.

“You're the crow.” Despite my revelation, I am not hit with the sudden urge to kill him. I want to, just not as much.

“I want to see you bleed,” I say again. It’s not untrue, it feels sudden to say such a thing. My lips curled in disgust. This man, the man that I entrusted my body to, the man who just bought me an earth-shattering orgasm, is a monster.

“Most people do.”

“Fox describes me better, no?”

Sneaky and Sly.

Fucking Bastard.

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