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Busted!
Summary: You are in trouble.
Written for @spnkinkevents: Kinky Sam Week 2024 – Day 1: Office sex
Pairing: Boss!Sam Winchester x Assistant!Reader
Warnings: power imbalance, the reader is in trouble, degrading, dom/sub undertones, light smut, unprotected sex, teasing, sex on a desk
“Miss Y/N to my office please,” your boss, a hard-ass self-made billionaire and sex on long legs calls for you. You whimper, knowing he only calls you to his office if you fucked things up. And you fear you fucked up big time. “NOW!”
Sam narrows his eyes as you are glued to your seat. Your legs won’t obey, and you struggle to breathe right. You can’t lose this job. It’s a well-paid one, and who will star in your dirty fantasies if your boss isn’t around any longer?
“Do I have to repeat myself?” He cocks a brow and crooks his index finger, calling your name again. “I hate waiting and repeating myself.”
“Sorry, Mr. Winchester, Sir,” you splutter while slowly getting up from your swivel chair. Your legs wobble, but you try to walk toward your boss’s office without showing him that you are afraid to lose your job.
He harrumphs and walks inside his office without waiting for you. You slip inside and silently close the door.
Your boss asks you to take the Seat opposite his comfortable chair. He sits down and watches you with angry eyes. “Do you know why I asked you to come here?”
You squirm in your seat and wring your hands. If Sam wants to talk about what you fear he wants to talk about, you’re going to lose your job and more.
Uploading your stories to your company account wasn’t the best idea you ever had. To your defense, you wanted to use your breaks to write another story about the kinky adventures of Kitten and her Master. Staring your boss and you.
“I—” you bite your tongue. Sam is staring you down, and you’re too nervous to answer his question. Your heart hammers in your chest at the way he’s sizing you up.
“Let me help you remember,” he grabs a stack of papers from his desk and smirks. Sam leans back in his chair, his eyes trained on you. He wets his lips, enjoying the struggle on your face. “You should know that it’s forbidden to upload documents and apps to our servers.”
You blanch and fist your dress. Your breath hitches in your throat as Sam starts to read your latest story. The juiciest you ever wrote.
He asked me to come to his office, a smug grin on his face. Master was in the mood for some playtime. My panties were already wet when he guided me inside.
My master pushed me onto the desk the moment the door closed behind us. I didn’t wear panties, just like he asked me to do. Sam shoved my skirt up my thighs and kicked my legs apart to get a good look at my glistening cunt.
Sam clears his throat while you try to shrink into yourself. You dare not look at him when he crumbles the first page and flings it across the room. “Not too bad, but I’d correct grammar and spelling.”
You can’t think or speak. Shame and embarrassment hold your whole body in a tight grip.
“Let's see…” He’s not done kink-shaming you. Sam starts reading the next page.
I ended up bending over his desk, thick fingers inside my cunt. Sam was impatient. His pants dropped to the ground, and I hissed feeling his huge cock hit my bare ass.
I always feel so empty without his cock, and he knows it. My master slipped his fingers out, to replace them with something better, and bigger. I was full beyond my limit seconds later.
Sam didn’t care. He held me down by my shoulders and started to batter my hungry cunt with his glorious cock.
Sam stops reading again, he watches your eyes widen in fear. You squirm even harder and try to find a way out of the situation. Looking up at the ceiling you pray that lightning will strike you down or the ground opens to swallow you whole.
“I wouldn’t use the word glorious,” he grabs a red pencil to mark the line. “Maybe you shouldn’t let him batter your cunt either.”
“What? I—" You’re speechless. Your boss is correcting your kinky story like he does with any paper you hand to him.
“Hmm…he should’ve teased her a little more,” he concludes, and scribbles notes down. “Your master could call you a cock-hungry slut and fuck every thought out of your brain.”
Sam nods to himself, and eagerly writes the line down before he goes back to reading your story aloud.
His strong hands held me down while he abused my pussy. I moaned his name and begged him for more. “Kitten,” he purred and got impossibly faster. I could already feel my high approach. I could taste and smell it.
Sam snorts at the last line but continues reading.
“Faster, harder,” I begged my master, and he gave me all I wanted. He gripped my hips and started to push into me so hard my thighs hit his desk. I didn’t care. I screamed his name and came all over his cock. His spunk filled my well-fucked cunt, and I happily sighed feeling Sam cum inside of me.”
Sam ends the story and places the pages back onto his desk. He folds his hands in his lap and watches you with darkened eyes. “Do you have anything to add?”
“What?” You squeak.
He sighs deeply. “This is the problem since that awful book and the movies came out. Everyone believes they are experts when it comes to this kind of relationship.”
You swallow hard.
“We need a better ending, miss Y/N. A master should always do aftercare and make sure his sub is in the right state of mind. A safe word is essential, or the color system.”
You start to sweat.
“I for myself, would call me a good dominant,” he slowly gets up to walk past you. Sam locks the door, humming before he turns back around. “I’m experienced not only in training a submissive but also do the needed aftercare.”
You are close to passing out when Sam cups your face with one big hand. He chuckles when you instinctively lean in his touch and close your eyes.
“We will start with your first lesson tonight, kitten,” you quiver and press your thighs together at his words. “First you will learn not to upload any of our stories to the company server again.”
“I—” You look up at Sam, lips parted and eyes glassy.
“There you go, kitten,” he purrs and runs his thumb over your cheek. “You can be such a good girl for me.” You almost mewl at the roughness in his voice. “But tonight, you will receive your first punishment. Now get up and bend over my desk…”
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How would the monster trio react, to a s/o who’s dominant outside the bedroom but submissive inside the bedroom?
A/N: OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS—is it a trope? Dynamic? Concept?….idk BUT YES I ENJOY IT. (Because that’s literally me)
Monster Trio’s Gf That is Only Submissive in The Bedroom
Black Fem Reader in Mind
CW: Oral Sex, Mean Zoro, OOC Luffy, Sir/Captain Kink(?)
Zoro
Honestly it shocked him the most out of the three
But now you’re screwed because he uses it against you
You’re so outspoken and actually a bit of a smart ass towards Zoro. You correct him so much and act like a know it all around him. You’re even a little hotheaded when you can be
You’ve fought many men on your own and you had a little bit of an ego
However that ego was watered all the way down when Zoro got a hold of you
He didn’t expose you, no no that would be too easy, but best believe he’s the biggest shit talker of them all:
“All—ah—those assholes—would get a fucking kick out of seeing you on your back for me like this. Taking it like a good slut.”
Every other words was a more powerful thrust than the last almost as if he was fucking you dumb.
And he was
“Zo…Zoro…”
“Aww.” He thrusted into you feeling almost deeper than he was before making you see stars, it felt so painfully good feeling his cock drag in and out and at unforgivable pace while his free hand was around your throat. Your jaw was slacked and drool came beside your mouth. “My little smart girl is nothing but a dumb slut right now? Too dumb on my Dick to make words?”
To this day he snickers when someone compliments your strength or how smart you are simply because Zoro knows it’s all a front.
Sanji
He was lowkey conflicted KSBSHSKSKS
You’re very unhinged (Nami’s words mostly). You never allowed men to get too close let alone touch you
You’ve even tried shooting at Zoro a few times because he drunk all your Sake
Sanji of course would worship the ground you walk on
He would also let you walk on him
You scared a lot of men during your time with them and Sanji was no exception; he was actually intimidated by you for a while
But seeing you be so tough in front of enemies yet right now you’re begging for more under him made him see you in a new light.
However Sanji wasn’t like Zoro and used it against you he moreso liked the switch of dynamic because he knew he was the only one that can see you like this
Alotta people think you’re the dominant one in the bed, and it irked Sanji a few times especially considering the green haired swordsman would tease him about it
“I already know Y/N makes you her little bitch.”
“WHAT’D YOU SAY JACKASS—-“
Sanji was a True gentlemen and he respected the way people viewed and feared you so he didn’t want it to get tainted by revealing how you really are when it’s just you both
So it was his little secret
“Please! Please deeper, Sanji!” Your eyes were filled with tears feeling his tongue shoved inside you. You already came not too long ago, but he didn’t let up. Your begs for him to stop suddenly now turned into pleads to keep going.
“Of course, sweetheart.” He mumbled into your folds making your eyes roll back pulling his hair. You notice how hard you were tugging and stopped
“I-I’m sorry I—“
Your face was flushed holding back your hand. Sanji crawled towards your face and kissed you slowly.
“Don’t apologize sweetheart. Pull my hair and tell me how good it feels.”
He never would tease you too harshly but he would be lying to say he didnt love the way you begged for him.
“Y-yes sir.” He doesn’t know when or why you started calling him that in bed but he has no complaints. He loves hearing it from your slurry mouth which just made him want to please you more.
Sanji has never heard your pretty voice apologize, even if you were wrong, but now he knows he can get it out of you when you’re in bed.
Luffy
You may have or may have not turned him into a Sadist.
You were just as careless as he was. You also being skilled assassin
Which is why he invited you to his crew
You knew your way around being stealth, shit talking, and even making man of thousands fall at your feet
You were a savage really you didn’t give a fuck you worked your own way sometimes even defying Luffy’s orders in the heat of the moment
But it was like messing with a whole new person when Luffy finally got to sleep with you. He always ends up breaking you.
He didn’t realize how submissive you were until Brook made a sly comment about you both
“I can’t imagine being in bed with Y/N! She would have me crying—but wait I have no eyes YOHOHOHOHO!”
It clicked something in Luffy’s brain. Wait. You’re always crying under him you’re never on top demanding anything?
So tonight he wanted to confirm if his theory was correct.
“Luffy i—“
“Captain. You call me captain.” He chuckled lowly at you. You were kneeled between his legs staring at his hard cock that he grew 4 extra inches this time with his arms behind his head.
“Captain I don’t think it can fit—“
“It can and it will sit. Now.”
You immediately obliged but the hesitation he seen was running on his patience with how you were hovering over him so he slams up into you making you yell out.
“See...” He began to continue his thrust not giving you time to adjust to the slight uncomfortable stretch inside you. You grabbed on his chest mouth agape, but he pulled them off making you lose balance and fall on him looking into his dark eyes with the toothpick in his mouth, he kissed you harshly continuing his attack in your twitching pussy
“Why don’t you listen to me like this when we are in battle? Hmm?”
You couldn’t speak which earned you a smack to the but and a faster pace.
“C-captain!”
“Y-you—ah—never like—-Listening to me when I tell you—to—stop—AH FUCK—That’s okay! I’ll fix you!”
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Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader: Beyond Fury
Summary: escapetodreamworld sent... Queen Ravenna + 14 -- “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
AO3
Prompts found here!
A/N: This is the first fic I wrote for this challenge and I love it. Charlize is amazing and getting to write for Ravenna was a lot of fun, she's a bit difficult, which makes it a nice challenge. I hope you enjoy!
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Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix
Warning(s): Non-con elements, Blood
It’s after nightfall when the Queen summons you. Her brother arrives at the door to your rooms, a leering grin on his mouth. You almost trip over your own dress in your haste to put distance between the two of you.
“Where is Sir Maynard?” You ask.
His grin gets wider, “Indisposed, I’m afraid. My sister has sent me in his place.”
The room is freezing despite the roaring fire and furs on the floor. It feels like a trap. Sir Maynard is always the one to escort you to your Queen, his hands startlingly gentle even in the beginning; A rapport and trust building between you as your affection for Queen Ravenna grew. Fear courses through you at the thought of something befalling him.
But nothing inspires more fear than her brother. You don’t know his name, don’t care to, for there’d always been a curious distance between the two of you. Whispers of his… proclivities reached you, and you operated under the assumption they reached your Queen too; your heart had always been warmed by the idea of her keeping you safe, even from her own family.
Now, you wonder how you’ve deluded yourself into believing you’d ever be away from him.
“An escort is unnecessary, Sir,” You say, trying to infuse your voice with strength, “Queen Ravenna knows I’ll come to her willingly. Though I thank you for your willingness to assist.”
His advance on you is swift and sure. In a second, his face is inches from yours, eyes boring into you. You look anywhere else. The unpleasant warmth and stench of him make your stomach twist.
“My sister, for some reason foreign to me, may let you get away with what you wish. Watch your tongue around me unless you want to put it to good use.” He punctuates the statement with a glance downward. Your face burns with shame and rage.
“I’d sooner lose it.” You snarl.
A hand clasps itself around your neck and the point of a dagger is aimed at your chest. Your skin bends to make space for it. One wrong move and it will slice through, spilling blood on the dress you adore.
You want to believe you’re protected, but you can’t say for certain; you can never say anything with certainty about your Queen. Wisely, you stay silent as he increases the pressure of his weapon and his hand.
“You’re a stupid, vile girl.”
The hand around your throat tightens.
“And one day I’ll have the luxury of doing what I want with you.”
He steps back, infinitesimally, and his hands fall away. One pulls at the sleeve of your dress and pulls it down your arm, the neckline moving with it. You shiver as more of your skin is exposed to him. He stops before any of your chest is bared.
With a lazy spin, he slashes downward. The skin splits open. You let out a pained noise, clutching your hand over the now-bleeding gash. The Queen’s brother pulls a white handkerchief from his belt and presses it into the wound roughly. Wincing, you flinch away, but hold the cloth in place.
“Fix your dress,” He snaps, “My sister is waiting.”
You pull up the sleeve and neckline so it hides the reddening handkerchief. A threat lingers in his eyes as he watches, then shoves you ahead. Dark soldiers flank your sides. You shiver against the chill in the air and follow their lead; you know the way just like the route to your own rooms—down several twisting halls, a few sharp lefts, and you’re before her doors—but they’re taking you somewhere different.
Instead of the final left, you take a right. You’re brought to two large, iron doors, etched with sigils and writing you can’t understand. One of the guards pounds his fist against the door three times before opening it.
Across the expanse of dark stone and pillars she stands facing away. Fire rages in the center of the room, drawing her full attention. You can feel the warmth of it from here and wonder how she can stand to be near it.
“I’ve brought the girl.” Her brother says. You jump, having forgotten he was there.
She turns and her eyes find you in an instant. You can’t help the blush you’re sporting, bowing your head and offering a polite curtsey. A smirk pulls at her mouth.
The smirk drops as she addresses the other occupants in the room, “Leave us.”
The soldiers offer bows and turn in sync, stomping out of the room. Her brother hesitates. His eyes flicker to her and then to you, giving you a long, serious look. Then he follows the soldiers. Your blush has vanished by the time he’s gone.
“You kept me waiting.” She says, low voice covering the expanse—both physical and mental—between you. You’re relieved to see her shoulders relaxed, “You never keep me waiting.”
You can sense the question in her statement, can practically hear her shouting what was more important than your Queen? But instead of raising her voice, she tilts her head, and waits.
Lying has never been a skill in your arsenal. And with your Queen looking at you like she’d unwrap your flesh from your skeleton should you cross her, you’ve never had the guts to try.
Skating the truth might work, you decide, “I was speaking with your brother, My Queen. He offered me a lesson on courtesy.”
She huffs out a laugh.
“I’d say that’s one skill you don’t need a lesson on.”
You blush. Now that the danger of tripping her wrath has truly passed, you take slow movements to her, coming to stop at the bottom step leading to the room of fire. Her eyes are intrigued when they look down at you.
“And what skills do I need a lesson on, My Queen?” You ask.
She lifts an eyebrow.
You’re quick to correct, “Ravenna.”
Ravenna’s eyes slip closed like her name from your lips gives her power. There’s a split second of bliss there, like when you’ve finished your usual duties with her, but it feels more intimate this time. You look away.
A blush pulls at your cheeks and you can’t fathom why; you’ve seen her in various positions and states of undress, heard things drip from her tongue that’d make any reasonable woman melt with shame. You’ve never had an issue being a witness before. You blame it on the heat radiating from the room behind her.
Fingers tilt your head back to look her in the eye. Ravenna’s closer now, armor clad body nearly pressing to your own. A finger, adorned with a black talon, scrapes along your bottom lip.
Her kiss is demanding and brutal when you’re locked in it, claiming every inch of you she can reach. You let out a whimper against her. Teeth find and tug at your lip, insisting on torturing you just within the bounds of what you can handle. You’re running out of air but can’t make yourself pull back.
Ravenna’s taloned hand ghosts down your neck and makes you shiver. You feel her grin against your lips when she starts to move to your chest and you moan pathetically, pushing yourself into her embrace. She freezes before fully touching where you desire.
You laugh against her, used to her teasing, but you open your eyes to shards of ice staring you down.
Her eyes have landed just about where her hand is and you gaze downward, freezing. There, next to her hand, blood has seeped through the exquisite fabric. Some of it stains her fingertips. You feel lightheaded.
“Take off your dress.” She commands, no longer Ravenna, but your Queen.
“My Queen, I…”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
The control she had before is gone. When you step back to pull down the top of your dress, she stays rooted to the spot. Her eyes are sharp, deadly, and you know armies trembled beneath this gaze before but you’re not, whether it be stupidity or comfort.
Pulling down your dress reveals the bloodstained handkerchief and you peel it off of your skin. The gash is angry, blood still seeping from it, though in smaller amounts this time. You don’t dare wipe it away.
Ravenna steps to you and brings her own hand out to touch at the gash, hand shaking with barely contained rage. You try and fail to stop your wince.
“They’ll pay in blood.” Ravenna forces through gritted teeth, “Tell me their name.”
You go cold. Her brother has been her longest and fiercest companion, even uttering his name would assure her rage be directed at you. She’ll choose family everytime. You don’t want to die, not when there’s still so much time you haven’t shared with her.
“I…”
“A name!” Ravenna shouts.
Shaking your head, you try to pull back, but her left hand clasps around your arm. You’re caught in an iron grip.
“You’ll be furious with me.” You whisper, voice pleading.
“We’re beyond fury,” Her voice trembles, “A name.”
Wincing and looking at your feet, you accept your fate, “It was your brother.”
Emotions from defeat to pure hatred flicker behind her eyes before she settles on one; betrayal. Her hold on you loosens and you step closer, reaffirming the contact. She doesn’t react to it.
A vulnerability lingers in her muscles as she deflates, a lone tear tracking down her porcelain cheek. You ache to wipe it away. She’s staring past you, mind caught in something you can’t hope to understand. You remain an anchor to the physical world as you take her hand and bring the palm to your lips, your own tears falling onto the skin.
“I’m sorry,” You whisper, not sure she can hear you, “I spoke out of turn and upset him. It was my fault.”
Her hand tightens around your own.
“He knows the limit.”
Ravenna drags you to the door and your heart nearly beats out of your chest. She’s reached her limit with me, you think, as she throws open the doors with an ease that startles you.
“Guards!” She shrieks and they come running.
You wait for the command that will sentence you; you wonder if she’ll do it herself or if she’ll just have you thrown onto the streets to rot with the people. Will she slit your throat or take your heart?
Her hand ghosts over the gash and the lingering pain fades. Looking down curiously, you find the skin mended.
“Take her to her rooms.” Ravenna commands the guards, “And bring me my brother.”
Eyes widening, you examine her face, shock rendering you speechless. Her face remains the portrait of indifference as you’re led away. Disbelief floods you when you’re in your rooms, even as your ears hear the screams across the castle, and even as the whispers tell you he’s dead.
You feel dread at being responsible, but can’t help the lingering affection. You were protected after all.
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Sugarbaby Sukuna, but he's older than you. Bruh Poe I'm LOSING MY MIND. (Sorry it's Nat again.)
AYO YESS hello nat >:)
in the one im working on right now, sukunas the younger one but older sukuna as a sugarbaby??? MY GOD idk why it sounds so appealing
a woman on top of her game, you, endlessly rich and beautiful, but you're lonely behind the scenes... so you pay this big hunk of a guy to blow your back out and give you kisses
yall know the psychology behind bdsm play? people who lack control over their everyday lives tend to seek it during sex and vice versa for the people who have that control in their daily life (not saying this applies to everybody tho)
imagine mid 30s sukuna working an ordinary 9-5 while you rule a whole company in your mid 20s. however in bed, he has you on the palm of his hand - needy for his fat cock,,, it gets even better if in his office, he's known as a quiet, more withdrawn unmarried man but does a 180 during sex haha
warnings; female reader, lots of degradation, unprotected sex, breeding, throat squeezing
"yeah, you like that? needy whore."
the words come out so easily now, despite the difficulty he had at first - addressing you like that. sukuna's cock plunges into your pussy, that's oozing with slick. with each thrust, an obscene squelching noise emits, pushing you into humiliation.
your moans take over soon enough, as he grabs your breast with a strong grip, pinching it without mercy.
"not gonna answer me? that's not nice, princess," he growls, reaching for your throat next. you gasp, holding onto his arm as he wraps his palm around your neck - aroused by his animosity.
"ye-yes sir... i love it," you respond accordingly, basking yourself in the pleasure he brings as his cockhead rams against your cervix the way you like it. the way you clamp around him has him gritting his teeth, getting him hanging on by a thread in withholding his orgasm.
"fu-fuck...quit clenching so much," sukuna tells you with a groan, dick pulsing inside of your tight hole.
"can't help it... feels too good," you mumble breathily. he grips your throat tighter.
"what a slutty woman. with her slutty cunt," sukuna mutters in a haughty way. "i wonder what your employees would think of you, if they saw you like this - drunk on my cock."
he smirks at the thought of it and begins to pound you faster.
letting out a whine, your eyes roll back with your mouth agape. sukuna gathers his focus into making you orgasm, keeping at this pace until he witnesses your thighs shake, back arching against the mattress.
"a slut like you... is only good as a cumdump," sukuna continues his degrading, right as his dick reaches its limit.
his thick seed shoots into your baby bank, as sukuna shoves himself balls deep into your wet pussy, and your legs hug his waist, keeping him in place. sukuna pants, hips quivering as you suck him absolutely dry.
"oh, yes, yes, yes...! kiss me please, sir," you plead, looking up at him tearfully.
he comes down and captures your lips, and then your tongue, as he continues to fill you up with his cum.
by the time he pulls out, his cock has softened significantly and sukuna finally plops down onto the bed in exhaustion.
"shit, my back hurts...i'm getting too old for this," he sighs.
"that's rather concerning to hear," you tell him, with a frown.
you go quiet as you grab your phone from the bed stand, numerous minutes spent scrolling on it.
"...what are you doing?" sukuna questions, after a while.
"booking a full course massage for you. i can't leave my favourite sugarbaby with chronic back pain," you respond, without looking at him.
a full course massage huh... sounds pretty darn good, not gonna lie.
you come down and kiss him again, telling him he did a wonderful job today. strange how quick the roles reverse once the sex is done, you know? at this rate, the two of you will fall for each other... for real.
tagging @luvkun4
#i like this dynamic a lot actually...#sukuna x reader#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#sukuna smut
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Nah, I just shared my thirst hehe. Imagine OG Sukuna punish her in his throne, but by eating her out with... "Unique" position, like he was sitting down and she's on his lap, upside down with her cunt right in front of his face, hands and legs all tied up. She already cum for so many times but Sukuna didn't care keep eating her out even when he got visitor and welcoming them
This is Part 2 from the Privilege -> Read part 1 Here!
Masterlist -> Here!
Please enjoy, cause I certainly enjoyed writing this. (╹ڡ╹ )
Pairings: Fem!Reader x Historical AU Sukuna, true form. (Double monster cocks <3.)
Wordcount: 2k+
CW/TW: Multiple orgasms, fingering, noncon-con, degradation, implied violence, oral (m. giving/receiving, f. giving/receiving), humiliation kink.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of JJK
Comments and Reblogs are much appreciated!
Humiliation
"Oh come now little one, you know the rules."
Your King tutted, looking down on you with that uninterested expression as you wiped the tears from your glossy eyes. He was lounging on his throne rather lazily, side of his head resting on one of his clawed hands, and his legs apart for you to do your job.
It had been a confusing and terrifying time since you arrived here only a couple weeks ago, and up until now your King hadn't made you try to engulf either of his cocks into your mouth.
Apparently just letting him fuck you down into his bed wasn't going to satisfy him enough...not that you're surprised. He was well known to be insatiable.
"I-I can't...I've tried..."
"You certainly are not trying enough...need I remind you of your place?"
Coughing again slightly and holding your throat from the soreness, you weakly shook your head.
"N-no sir."
"Then do as your told."
His cold tone never ceased to frighten you, and you inhaled deeply before bringing your eyes back to his hardened cocks that were presented in your face. Both already forming little pearly beads of precum again, both twitching slightly with the demand of you taking them down your throat one at a time.
Their length and girth made this task more or less impossible, and each time you tried it left you gagging and choking, tears from the lack of air streaming down your burning, red face.
He had rewarded your recent "good behavior" by allowing you to attempt this demand on your own, and you desperately appreciated it and wanted to please your King... His moments of mercy were incredibly rare, and spoiling this moment could lead to a more troublesome life here.
Clasping your hand onto one of his cocks, -your fingers not even able to wrap around it entirely- you slid your thumb over the swollen tip and took just the head into your mouth.
Letting your tongue swirl around the slit to consume the salty lubricant, you made sure your other hand took hold of his second cock, dare not leaving it unattended.
They were so thick and warm, full with as much blood as possible to keep them almost painfully erect.
Allowing the saliva in your mouth to gather, you hoped to use it as a lubricant for shoving him in farther. He didn't say exactly how far he wanted you to go, but you assumed it to be until your nose was scrunched against his pubic bone, and even then, it probably wasn't enough for your King.
Your glossy eyes looked up to his for only a second, searching for satisfaction, needing that validation as you invited more of his member into your warm and wet mouth. Of course none was given, and you were left to wonder if your advancement was even appeasing him in the slightest.
The empty and bored expression he had while looking at you pained you deeply, but it also encouraged you to continue as you yearned to see him satisfied.
Being one of the rare women he chose to keep in his harem, it would be severely disrespectful to not do everything in your power to please him.
As the head of his dick hit the back of your throat, you internally whined, witnessing how much more you still had to get your mouth around and it made you gag and choke, forcing you to pull back instantly. You heard his harsh 'tsk' as you were doubled over and coughing, saliva dripping out of your mouth and off the end of his cock.
"I'm not pleased..." he drawled, turning his head to let out a bored sigh.
Your body could only react by trembling to his words, as not pleasing the King was a terrifying thing. Immediately you dropped your hands and face to the floor in a respectful bow, hoping he would not carelessly discard you like he had done with that guard upon your arrival here. When you heard him rise from his seated position, a weak whimper left your throat as you worried about his next decision.
Of course, you were expecting him to lock you away as he had done to others before, or simply kill you due to boredom, but instead, your King had a different idea.
It hadn't taken him long to realize how embarrassed you got with an audience, especially when he was satisfying himself with your body. You didn't like the attention, the eyes watching or ears being able to listen to him fucking you mercilessly as you moaned and wailed like a cheap whore on his dicks. It made you so ashamed, so uncomfortable and even dirty.
A few days after your arrival, while he was lounging along the covered walkway to the courtyard of his estate, he had called for you specifically to come join him. Of course you immediately did as you were told, bowing before your King and taking your place next to him as he watched some of his servants tend to the gardens and other scenery the courtyard offered. Of course it was a wonderful day to have them work, as there was no rain, little wind, and the flowers and other plants were in full bloom at the moment.
The peacefulness of it all kept you relaxed as you sat next to him, no words being exchanged and the moment was rather serene. At least...for a little while.
A short time after you arrived, you were pulled into his lap with two of his arms, as his other two hands started to undo his own garments. Of course, questioning his actions wasn't anything you dared to do, but the look of horror on your face was enough for him to notice you weren't comfortable with this scenario.
And being the horrid King of Curses, it only amused him.
"Oh my, are you shy?" His deep chuckle of interest rumbled in his chest as hands now pulled your garments off with ease. Your eyes had searched back behind you for a second, seeing the amount of servants and wandering curses who took a few glances up to the situation and your whole body swelled with an embarrassed heat.
And of course, he demanded they watch. Watch as he dominated your smaller body, turning your cries and sobs of pain into howling moans of pleasure. When in his personal room, you weren't as embarrassed or distressed, but having all of those eyes watch you get fucked without mercy into that wooden pathway was terrorizing.
His large fingers curled into your hair, yanking your head up from its submission to look at him.
The devious grin that spread his lips made your body quake without control, his four eyes wrinkled in excitement with the lewd thoughts in his mind.
"You wish to waste my time? Speak your pathetic requests before I rid of your bothersome presence..."
The trembling village leader at the entrance of Sukuna's throne room kept their eyes fixated on the floor before walking in, feeing anxious in this situation... Was the King wanting to be watched?
Of course he did...why would someone like Ryoumen Sukuna NOT want an audience while putting his little pet in her place?
Like enjoying a fine wine, the flat of Sukuna's tongue went across the lips of your fluttering pussy that was still spasming from the orgasm he forced out of you. With your hips resting just at his collar bone, legs draped over his shoulders, and your chest pushing against his abdomen, Sukuna had every bit of access to your most sensitive places as he remained lounged in his throne.
"O-Our village has the ability to offer more sacrifices and offerings this season...w-we wanted to repay your blessings with abundance..."
It would be foolish to keep the extra blessings to themselves...though Sukuna may have allowed them better access to food, water, and gave protection, it didn't mean they could keep it all and be greedy. Some villages did, and they didn't exist much longer after doing so...
The loud and sloppy 'pop' that echoed through the throne room made the villager look up in your direction quickly and you whined while gasping for air, finally having a moment to pull your mouth away from the cock that was lodged deep inside your throat.
"Have you ever seen such a desperate harlot?" Your King mused while looking down to the villager, his large hand tangling itself into your hair again making you gasp and panic.
"N...No, Sir, I haven't..." The villager replied, dropping his gaze again quickly. Was he even allowed to be seeing one of Sukuna's women? Normally they were only for the kings eyes and those who tended to the estate. An outsider would be considered too unworthy...
"She practically douses herself simply from choking on my cocks...she truly is one of my most delicious whores." Sukuna chuckled rudely while guiding your mouth back to one his constant demanding erections. "And you'll be wise to watch her please me..."
The way he was leaning back in his throne, you'd still be able to lift your head enough to see ahead of you while servicing your King...and he certainly made sure you were watching whoever came into his presence as well.
Of course, this wasn't the last villager that would come in...more village leaders or lesser curses would make their way into the King's throne room when called upon, some watching the scene with clear jealousy as you moaned like a wanton whore with one of Sukuna's fat cocks in your mouth. Despite his insults and subjugation to this treatment, the way his split tongue burrowed its way into your pussy had you squirming and creaming for more.
His large fingers caressed themselves through your hair as he made sure your gaze stayed up to whoever came in to witness the scene, and your face burned red as a hot summer day from embarrassment. At least he was merciful enough to allow you moments to breathe when he felt your body tense up harshly from desperation.
Somehow...Sukuna had yet to release this entire time, though you knew he was being pleased by the deep vibrations of his throaty groans every time you found the ability to swallow him down your throat just a little farther. Alternating between his jealous cocks had him sighing in such elation and there were moments he would lean his head back while two of his hands caressed over your body, fingers kneading into your flesh as he enjoyed himself. However, with each visitor that came in, starting to grovel and plead their desperate needs, your King would have you shaking and drooling down his cocks while he ate your pussy out so generously, lapping up your arousal without shame as visiting eyes watched both him and you.
Sometimes he would be conversing with someone casually, and to keep you constantly stimulated, he would stuff two or three of his thick fingers down into your exhausted cavern, forcing more shocks of ecstasy through your body. His lazy movements made your humiliating lust swell, the gummy walls of your cunt gripping around his digits tightly, pulsing with your heartbeat and making you shudder.
As the pads of his fingers expertly caressed the spongy internal flesh, you couldn't resist your head jerking up from his cock as you screamed through another orgasm.
In the middle of your release, when your mouth was hung open and your tongue drooling down onto his twitching cocks, Sukuna held onto your hair tightly to keep your head up, forcing you to release your moans through the room. Whoever was in there at the moment was also commanded to watch, and you sobbed simultaneously, unable to stop your shaky orgasm despite having an audience.
"You love pleasing your King, don't you?" He tutted between hungry licks inside of your sopping heat and what else could you do besides nod obediently?
Maybe there was a bit of truth in his statement...
Apart from being witnessed by villagers and lesser curses, it was no less an honor to be the thing pleasing the feared King of Curses.
As your entire body convulsed against his, two of his hands continued their caressing movements across your skin, holding you close as you struggled through yet another high. With the heavy blush that was now warming your face, you were left dazed and entrapped by bliss as he hungrily swirled his deviled tongue inside your pussy, consuming your juices with haste.
Your own tangy secretions were becoming a delicacy for him, and he'd practically lick you dry each time you spilled out onto his tongue and chin.
Of course...after the last villager had finally left his throne room, Sukuna decided it was high time to have ultimate fun with his overly exhausted toy. You weren't even sure how many times he made you constrict around his warm tongue or thick fingers, but your head felt heavy and your whole body seemed to feel as if you were floating as he picked you up into his arms, standing and orientating you properly so you were carried like a delicate little thing in his arms.
Your face instinctively nuzzled into his warm chest that was exposed from his slightly parted kimono, and his chuckle vibrated into your cheek. Looking down to your flushed and teary face, he let a wicked grin stretch his lips.
"I've been kind to you today, have I not, little one?"
Though you couldn't consider him kind for making you the spotlight of entertainment while he dealt with pleading subordinates, you certainly wouldn't deny his mercy for only doing this to you. Some of his women who angered him met much more excruciating fates, ones you were terrified of as it wasn't a swift ending for them.
No...the King loved to punish those, loved to drag out their pain and suffering. He wouldn't just let them go or kill them without having fun first...and his kind of fun was one you wanted nothing to do with.
"You have...thank you sir..." your quiet voice came out as best as it could, still overly exhausted from his previous ministrations to your swollen and still dripping cunt.
"I'll offer you another extension of my mercy..." he cooed while laying you down onto the floor with two of his hands, the others now undressing himself. Your glossy eyes watched him momentarily, still not daring to look up to his eyes directly if you didn't need to.
But you watched him look ahead and lift one of his arms, as if signaling someone to do something. And with instant horror, you heard a multitude of footsteps emerge from behind you, and very quiet clamoring amongst all the voices you had previously heard when they entered the throne room one at a time to beg their King for some kind of need or mercy.
"Spread those pretty legs for me, little one..."
I hope everyone enjoyed~💖
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Choking on Daddy's fat cocks (even with an audience) would certainly be more of a fun-ishment than a punishment. 👅🍆
Someone may certainly send another anon ask/request to keep this little story going. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
How should the King play with you (his toy) next?
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Debauched, Deranged, & Defiled: Part 3, Bryce Langley
Summary: Bryce likes having an audience
Pairings: Bryce Langley X Reader X Justin Capshaw
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, D/s dynamics, degradation, oral sex (M receiving), slapping, two way mirror, drool, spit, choking, neck bulge kink, tears, sucking, anal play, creampie, mentions of future anal sex between two men, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.7K
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You know the rules. Know that everyone gets a turn, but tonight was different. Tonight there was going to be a new one joining in. Bryce had talked a big game about his friend Justin for quite some time. And now was the time to bring him in.
You kneel waiting in Bryce’s room, right in front of the two way mirror. Voyeurism was Bryce’s thing. He wanted everyone to have a show. The door handle slowly tilts down, and you give your ass a little wiggle, staring wide eyed waiting on him. He shoves Justin into the room, and the boy stumbles down in front of you. “Don’t touch her, until I tell you to.”
Bryce walks closer to you, tilting your head back at him, “You always look prettiest when you’re a dumb slut waiting on my cock,” your body gives a shimmy in excitement, he was worked up.
Reaching your hands to his pants, he slaps them back down, “Look at her. Such a slut she can’t even wait to suck my balls and choke on my cock, can you? She’s a filthy little slut, huh?”
“Yes, sir,” your eyes drift up to him, and you give him a pout.
“Wanna show Justin what that whore mouth is for? Go on, tell him.”
“It’s for sucking cock,” his hand grazes down your cheek and you preen at the feeling.
“Take me out,” hurriedly, your hands reach back for his pants. Undoing his button and sliding down his zipper. Your mouth connects to his lower stomach, kissing and licking along his vein. You needed to see where it landed.
Making out with his pelvis, while he smiles over at Justin, “She really is a slut goddess with her mouth, but that fucking cunt, it’s magical. She doesn’t say no. My god,” he moans, looking back down at you. You had licked your way down to the base of his cock. “Fucking tease.”
He pulls down his pants and boxers, letting that pretty cock bounce in your face. Tilting up his shaft, you lick on the underside, following that vein. Right to the tip, where you tongue his slit. Gathering up his precum, before spitting it right back on him.
Drifting lower you suck his balls in your mouth, watching that pretty boy go weak in the knees. “Such a fucking slut. Show Justin how wet you are.”
Spreading your thighs, you let your finger drift to your core, holding it up for the baby faced killer to see. “Taste her. She’s fucking amazing,” Justin does just that. His tongue circles around your fingers, and he whimpers at your taste. “I think I found you one to play with, sweetheart. Go on, suck my cock. I wanna see it.”
You know exactly what he wants to see, but you enjoy it when he gets good and frustrated. Not listening to him, gets a smack across your face, and you let his saliva soaked balls fall from your mouth, “I said I wanted to see it, you cock slut!”
Licking a long stripe up his length, you suck on his spongy tip. Your hand fisting him, and he finally smiles. “There’s a good pretty slut. Flatten that tongue. It’s been a rough evening.”
Pulling off of him with a pop, you tilt your head back and flatten your tongue. Bryce spits down into your mouth, before he slowly inches his cock in. Not stopping until he hits the back of your mouth, and then he shoves past, and into your throat.
Tears rim your eyes, and you gag over him. Drool drips past your lips, and he pulls out. Doing it again, making you wait, lungs burning with a need for air, but his hand rubs on the bulge in your throat.
“See?” he says to Justin, still looking at you. “She wants it all. It’s never enough,” his fist wraps around your throat, and a salacious moan reverberates in the room. Mascara tears stain your face, and he waits until you tap on his leg, before pulling out. Gasping for air, and wiping up your drool.
“She’s such a sloppy little slut. You ready for me to fuck your face?”
“Yes, please, sir,” you grip tight to his ass, letting Bryce crash into your mouth over and over again. Getting deeper with every thrust, his pelvis hitting your nose hard with each pound into.
“Ahh! Dammit! Fuck me!” he screams slapping your face before pushing you to the floor. Racing to the bed, where he lays down expectantly. His hand stroking on his cock. “Face towards the mirror. We’re going to have some fun with Justin.”
The poor boy’s pants were swollen, and he looked so uncomfortable, you wanted to baby him, so much. “Get your cock sucking ass over here,” he demands.
You take off your clothes as you walk to him, leaving Justin to whimper again, when you straddle Bryce. Giving him a glimpse of your pussy, before you grab his cock, and sink down to the root. Sitting up straight, you wiggle your tits at the mirror.
“Who’s watching?”
“The desperate one, Nick. I believe Ransom, and Chase. C’mere Justin,” Justin walks closer to you, and Bryce slaps harshly on your tits. “Suck on them. Let’s see if she gets off from that, and my cock stuck in her.”
Timidly Justin starts to lean forward, licking his lips hungrily, “Help him out,” Bryce growls, and you shove Justin’s face on your tit.
He was new, but eager. Sucking on your pebbled peak like a shy boy. Those puppy dog eyes staring up at you in wonder. You play with your other tit with a smirk, “There’s two, puppy,” he sucks a bit harder at the nickname, “Give me your hand,” reaching towards his hand, you place it on your tit.
With your hand over his, you show him how to knead your tit. Showing him how to tweak the nipple. “Switch,” he does as he’s told. This time much more sure of his movements. Kitten licking your bud, before sinking down for a hard suck.
Crawling onto the bed to get closer, and Bryce slaps at your clit, “This cunt is fluttering around me, Pup. You’re doing good. Blocking the fucking view though,” he moves slightly to the side, and Bryce slaps at you again. Letting you meekly smile down at Justin as he really gets into sucking your tit. Not having to be told to switch. Just wanting to explore your body.
“She’s so fucking wet. A little cock slut,” Bryce pushes up into you, and you cling to Justin for support.
Your hand palming the young man over his pants, and you can feel him twitch under you. Bryce with his random thrusts up into you, and Justin just learning how to use his mouth. Even his hand drifts to your clit, and he rubs tight circles on it. Everyone works in tandem, until you start hunching on Bryce for some added friction.
Justin bites down hard on your nipple, and you feel him make a mess of his pants. “That was fucking beautiful,” Bryce chastises. “If you want her to be a needy bitch and clean you up, while she fucks me she will. If not, move aside. I need to see my cock stretch this pitiful little cum dump.”
“Lay down, baby,” with a gulp, Justin settles himself between Bryce’s legs. , spreading them wide, and you lean forward. Bouncing over Bryce’s cock, and he slaps at your ass. Spreading your cheeks apart to see your puckered hole.
You lick up Justin’s spend on his pants, your hands rubbing along his soft chest, and you yelp when you feel Bryce’s thick thumb press through your tight rim.
“Fucking hell,” you hear someone groan on the other side of the mirror. “She always looks best when all her whore holes are being stimulated,” Ransom. He got off having something in every part of you. “Needy fucking whore. She loves being filled full.”
Bryce uses his free hand to slam you down harder on his cock, his sweet little moans tell you what a wet mess you’re making on him. Bryce loves it sloppy. Loves when you squirt on him, loves when you create those wet spots on his bed. Your sloppy juices is his job well done.
“Alright,” he growls, needing a readjust. “Hands back here, so I can stab into you,” lifting yourself up, you lean back. Hands behind you, and you lift yourself off him slightly. Bryce drives into you with such force, you start to see stars. Your juices leak down onto the bed below, and you see Justin watching hungrily.
“Lick it up you fucking needy pup,” Bryce grunts, and Justin leans down, his tongue licking along Bryce’s cock and your clit. Those puppy dog eyes staring up at you. Your desperate mewls makes Bryce slam harder into you. With a punch to the mirror, Justin steps back.
Screaming up a filthy prayer knowing that four men are watching you get fucked out. It’s the most beautiful symphony of depravity. Your squelching pussy, Bryce’s labored grunts, Justin’s desperate whimpers, and even the men on the other side egging Bryce on.
Your walls clench down around Bryce, and he gives another slap to your bundle of nerves. “Milk me dry. That’s what they want. They want that money shot so they can see what a cumslut you are for us. Just. A. Fucking. Cum. Dump,” punctuating every word with a slap to your little bean has you screaming and trying to close your legs.
Just when you think you can’t handle anymore, Bryce’s spunk fills you up to the brim, and you let your body collapse on top of him. He pulls his cock out of your swollen pussy, and lets your releases trickle out of you. “Justin, you have a decision to make. Who’s fucking you, while you fuck this slut baby.”
“Does she not get to choose?”
“No, she’s our dumb baby we get to fuck. Look at her. Blissed out, and dripping of cum. It’s how she likes it. You decide. Could let Freezy have your virgin hole, or maybe Lloyd, or would you want Ransom. Decisions, decisions.”
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“You want some water, whore?” His hips buck into hers, and the action would have her falling forward if not for the arm he’s got wrapped around her front. She whines against the fingers he’s still got shoved into her mouth. “I’ll give you some, slut.”
His digits are extracted from her lips, but they don’t stray far. They slip down her lips, his grip forceful as he grabs her chin and gruffly orders into her ear, “Open wide for me, female. And don’t you dare miss a drop.”
Those bottomless black eyes consume her in their depths, and she doesn’t realize her jaw has gone slack until her tongue lolls out of her mouth submissively.
That submission has him hardening impossibly more between asscheeks as he slicks his cock in her essence between them,
“That’s it, girl,” his fingers repositioned themselves so that they span across her cheeks to push her lips apart even more. “That’s it. Just like that.”
He tips his head back, a hoick sound coming from the back of his throat as he urges her head to the side.
She knows what’s coming, and fuck, it shouldn’t make butterflies fly across her abdomen, but it does.
When his chin tips back down and the airborne ball of his spit is launched from his mouth to her open one, it lands on her tongue perfectly.
“Swallow, omega. Swallow me down your throat,” he demands, his eyes stuck to the glob of spit slowly unfurling over her tongue. “I want to see it. And then I want you to tell me how grateful you are for me for taking care of you.”
She was the perfect fucking omage of submission before him.
Oh, if only she listened.. she was capable of so, so much.
His eyes bore into hers, and it sends a chill down her spine. She trembles in his hold under his gaze, and she's forced to obey.
She swallows, his spit dribbling down her throat now, and the look he gices her is one that is enough to se her on flames with how hot it makes her feel.
She shouldn't like it so much. She shouldnt.. but fuck- she enjoys it so fuckint much.
She's alright with just about anything he does to her at this point. She's too far gone in her devotion and love and trust for him that she doesn't give a fuck anymore.
Thse silly little walls habecome crumbling down along with her resistance under his dominance, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
"T-thankyou, sir.." she whispers, bashful.
"For what, slut?"
"Thankyou for.. for taking care of me, sir. For letting me quench my thirst."
Her obedience has the hand he’s got wrapped around her chin trailing down her glorious, beautiful body, but not before he guides her head back against his shoulder. His fingers are light as they brush past the punctures dotting her skin from her neck to her tits. Down they descend until each of his hands rest on either side of her hips.
“You’re welcome, baby. See what happens when you obey me? You get rewarded.”
She nods in agreement, her breath quickening when one of his hands slides down her thigh, his fingers spreading dangerously close to where she needs him so fucking badly.
“Poor little slut,” he taunts, “must be so hard,” he punctuates the word with a roll of his hips into her, his cock head grazing her hole once more as he goes on, “to not get rewards because you’re so bad all the time. I wish I could give you more praises and rewards, but your continual bad behavior makes me want to defile and degrade you instead.” His fingers edge ever closer to her pussy, never touching her where she needs, but staying close enough that she can’t help but whine out of need as he continues, “but you like that, don’t you? You like seeing me become feral and wild for you, you whore.”
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Part 3
She looks up at me with hungry eyes from where she’s kneeling on the floor. With both hands she unbuckles my belt, then unbuttons my pants, then zips the fly down. She reaches in, I am not wearing under wear, and with her warm soft hand she firmly grabs my already hard cock and takes it out. She licks it slowly, from my balls all the way to the tip while still looking at me, and it looks so fucking hot! When she reaches the tip she puts my cock in her mouth and starts sucking it vigorously and wild, sliding her lips up and down my shaft quickly a couple of times and then she goes in deep and slow, sucking down on my cock even harder. She definitely knows what she’s doing. My God that’s good. I try not to, but I let out a moan. That makes her go at it even harder. If she keeps this up I am going to cum right down the back of her throat.
“What about dinner?” I say.
She comes up for air and while she’s still jerking me off with her one hand she says:
“I am your dinner.., Sir”
I can’t do this anymore, so just before she starts going at it again, I grab her by the hair jerking her head back. I lean in and kiss her wet mouth. She puts her tongue in my mouth and I lick hers. As the kiss is about to end, she bites on to my lower lip. I get up while still holding her by the hair, and pull her up to her feet. I spin her around, grab her by the hair again, tilting her head back. I grab her boob and pinch her nipple through her bra. I start kissing her again while my hand slides down her body into her panty. She is soaking wet. I rub my hand up and down her wet pussy a few times. She’s loving it! I can tell. I slip two fingers in her pussy. She moans softly as I do. I remove my hand and put the two fingers in her mouth.
“How good do you taste?”
I ask her.
“Very, Sir”.
She replies in that sexy voice of hers.
I violently push her into the table bending her over. I grab her by the scruff and push her face down onto the table. With both hands I slide her panty down her legs. Then with a smack, I grab her ass.
“You’re mine now” I whisper as I lean over into her ear.
“Yes Sir” she replies.
I take my belt off and use it to tie her hands behind her back. Once done, I smack her on both ass cheeks with my bare hand. Hard enough that it almost instantly turns red. I use my foot to spread her legs apart, just like the cops do in the movies when the have the bad guy in cuffs on the bonnet of the car… I pull my pants down to my knee. I have imagined fucking her hundreds of times in my head. I grab my hard cock and slide it into her pussy. She moans softly as I do.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
I ask.
“Yes, please Sir”
She replies.
I grab her by the waist and I pull her into me as I shove my cock into her. I am going at it with the same enthusiasm as when she was sucking my cock.
“O God!” She cries out. I bang her harder and harder. She moans louder and louder. Suddenly she lifts her ass higher into the air, then she pushes it down into the table as she orgasms. Her pussy is soaking wet.
“Been a while hasn’t it?”
And loaning through her orgasm she answers
“Yes Sir!”
I grab her by the hair again, lift her off the table and with her body still in euphoria, turn her around and press her body against mine.
“That was for you” I say….
By her hair I lead her down the passage way. I have her hand bag with me. We’re in the main bedroom now. I throw her onto the bed. Hands still tied behind her back. I place her bag in the bedside table. I move to the closet and open it. I reach for a bundle of rope and toss it next to her on the bed. I take out a small box with a lid. I walk over to the bed and I roll her onto her back. I kiss her passionately again. She is still out of breath from fucking her over the table. She has a layer of sweat on her skin that glimmers in the light. I grab her by the nipples and pinch them hard. She tries to moan but I kiss her as she does. I get up and kick my shoes off. She laying there watching me as I undo my shirt. She knows what’s coming. She wants what’s coming. I take my shirt off and my pants.
I grab her by the arm and sit her up straight. I remove the belts from her wrist. I drop the belt onto the floor. Then I undo her bra and with authority I command her to take it off.
“Yes Sir” she replies as she takes her bra off. She has an amazing pair of tits. Her skin makes her look much younger than what she actually is. I tell her to put her hands I front of her. She does. I take the rope and start wrapping it around both her wrist. Then I loop it a couple of times between her wrists. It’s not too tight and I can easily push two fingers between the rope and her skin. I then pull her hands up over her to the back of her head. From there, I start tie a cross breast harness around her. The way she is sitting, showing off her amazing tits gets me hard again. I finish the cross breast harness on her back. I still have two long ends of rope left. I head over to the closet again and take out to belt straps with a metal ring attached to each. As I turn back towards her, I can’t help but notice how hot she looks helplessly tied up like that. She looks at me with her beautiful eyes, then she looks down at my hard cock. I can see it in her face.., she knows she going to get fucked properly tonight.
I had back to the bed and take her by the rope around her chest.
“Get up”, and with out saying anything, she gets up off the bed. I turn her body so that she faces me. I go down on one knee and I strap the one strap around her thigh with the metal ring on the outside of her leg.
“Comfy?” I ask her.
“Yes Sir” she replies. Then I strap the other belt strap around her other leg the same way with the metal ring on the out side of her leg.
I ask her to het back onto the bed and move to the middle and holding her by the rope tied around her soft skin I lead her there.
“Now sit on your bum” I command her.
“Yes Sir” she replies.
I get on the bed and sit down directly behind her with her sitting between my legs. Her skin is soft and warm. She smells like flowers. I tell her to bring her knees to her chest. As she does, I grab her by her ankles and pull them in until her heels touch her bum. I take the one end of the rope and tread it through the metal ring on the strap around her thigh. I do the same with the other end of the rope and strap on her other thigh. I then slowly and gently start tensioning the rope, spreading her knees wider apart as I do. I tension the rope until the metal rings on her thigh straps are now directly next to her rib cage. Spread like a frog. I tie the ends of the rope together behind her back. Her amazing pussy now spread wide open and displayed. She cannot close her legs even if she wanted to. Bound in such a manner that it makes her most vulnerable. I take her around her body and tilt her backwards onto my chest. Her feet lifts off the bed. I whisper in her ear, “You are mine now. I control you. I own you. Do you understand?”
Her chest extends as she breathes in, and then in a soft calm voice she answer…
“ I am yours to do as you please Sir”…
To be continued
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Boomerang Ch 36 - Act Two: Fall 2017, Part II (Also on Ao3)
This chapter puts this story over 100k! I can't really believe it, thank you to everyone who has stuck with it this far and read this behemoth!
There’s a lot of things Sara was prepared for when breaking into Rip’s fancy new time police. A gun immediately pointed at them was expected.
The woman striding over is not.
It takes every ounce of League training Sara has to do nothing more than let her eyes widen, because it can’t be. There’s no fucking way.
She goes to her knees, the cold sting of marble reminding her that this is not a dream. She hasn’t dreamed about Ava in years.
Ava, because it has to be Ava, still hasn’t looked at her, is instead pressing her knee into Ray’s back and calling them losers. With twenty guns aimed at her, Sara can only watch.
What is happening?
Was Ava time traveling this entire time? Did she know Sara was a Legend? Know Sara was alive?
Ray snapped her out of her staring, “Lady, why are you so mean?”
Sara spit out, “Maybe it’s that polyblend pantsuit that got her so grumpy.”
Ava finally looks over at her and Sara barely keeps her breath as her eyes trace over Ava’s face. It’s been 13 years since she’d seen it. Seen her. Ava doesn’t betray anything, still frowning at the three of them as if cursing them to hell for deigning to walk into the lobby, but Sara can see an uneasy swallowing of her throat.
If Sara thought time travel would lead her to this moment, she never would have believed it. It seems more absurd than time travel itself. Being reunited at gunpoint with her high school ex who ghosted her after she moved?
“I didn’t know men’s warehouse gave group discounts.” Nate’s voice dragged Ava’s face away.
They all point their guns at him, but at least he can turn to steel. Sara could probably get the gun from Ava and take out the other guy, but there’s no way she’d be able to get Ray to safety with thirty other agents. Hell, she’d probably not make it to safety.
“Hold your fire!”
Sara let out a breath at the sight of Rip. Surprisingly, she’s happy to see him. She’d thought all she’d feel was blind anger. Apparently having a gun aimed at her team lowers her expectations. They stand up and then Nate is shoving Rip into a pillar.
Well, one of their team wasn’t bought over by facing the end of a barrel.
Of course, it’s the bulletproof one.
Sara snatched the gun from Ava’s hands and pointed it back at her, her fingers trembling minutely. Small enough that she’s the only one that could notice.
“You told Amaya to go back to 1942.” Nate growled out.
“Amaya went back to 1942?” Sara frowned. Of course that’s why Nate was still mad, not because they’d been barred from time traveling. But because he was completely single. She fought the urge to roll her eyes.
“It was her idea.” Rip gritted out. “She wanted to go back home to Zambesi.”
Sara wasn’t even surprised. Without time traveling and saving the world, what was Amaya doing in the present? Tempting the timeline? Hanging with Nate? Nate peeled off, and Sara studied Ava again, who's just staring at her like she’s disappointed.
Sara wants to stick her tongue out at her. Ava doesn’t get to be disappointed. She kept it a secret that she was a time traveling drone for Rip! And she’s the one who used completely excessive force! Sara just walked in!
She realized that everyone else has their weapon down, and Sara relaxed, “Alright. This is just awkward.” She handed the gun back to Ava, being careful to not let their hands touch.
They are here for a reason, not to have weird reunions with ex-best friends. They are getting the Waverider back, because Mick found an anachronism.
“Agent Sharpe, have we seen any activity that would match such a massive historical displacement?” The words make something burn in Sara’s throat.
“Absolutely not, sir.”
Of course she calls him sir.
So Rip has them blow up the Time Masters just to make his own version?
“Well, I guess you must have missed one then.” Sara gave her a fake smile.
Ava turned to her, “I find that very hard to believe, and you know what-” Sara’s heart thrummed with anticipation.
“Ready a go-team and we will meet you at the Op Center.”
Okay, she still has a lot of anger for Rip. But at least they’re getting a tour.
Her heart pounded as they trailed Rip through the Bureau, nodding at the agents as they passed and stared. She wasn’t used to being a celebrity. At least Rip seemed to quell the trigger happy desires of his agents.
It also meant that she couldn’t storm after Ava and demand to know what the hell was going on.
She knew Rip was a bastard, but these kinds of mind games were a lot, even for him.
Sara could barely focus on Rip’s explanations, her mind just replaying seeing Ava over and over again. It was a dream, except she would never imagine Ava in that suit and pointing a gun at her. Or with her hair in such a tight bun. Or, well, she hadn’t dreamed about Ava in years. Why would she ever dream about her being Rip’s lapdog?
Even as Rip blamed them, as if he hadn’t been there himself, and was all smarmy about how important he was, Sara stepped forward, “Yeah, and we get that,” Sara tried to smile, because the mission was getting the Waverider back. Which meant sucking up to Rip. “But all we’re saying is if you wanted to give us the old Waverider back, we would be happy to go down there and take care of it for you.”
Ex girlfriends could wait.
Rip huffed and led them through some hallways until they reached a huge hangar, smug like he hadn’t just led them to the reason they were here. Sara grinned as she looked over the ship. At least one thing went right today.
“I’m sorry but our old ship has been put to a new use.”
Sara frowned at him, what other use could there be besides time travel?
They’d barely left the Waverider before they entered what Sara assumed was the Op Center.
“Do we have a location on Mr. Rory?”
Sara wanted to snort at the title, they acted as if Mick was Professor Stein. But there was Ava Sharpe again, with perfect posture and hair that Sara wanted to take down and finally ask her why the hell she was here.
“We followed a trail of petty larceny reports. He’s been holed up on the beach, running up a room service tab and a serious collection of STDs.” Ava answered primly and Sara clenched her fists. Why was she acting like they were the biggest inconvenience in the world? They’d found an anachronism. Ava wouldn’t even look at them as she instructed the room, what Sara could assume was her team, and then holding up her arm with a dorky, bulky watch on it.
Or maybe not a watch.
Sara blinked as one of the portals she recognized from when they first broke time shimmered into existence and tried to mask her surprise. Where had those been? Rip had miniaturized time travel technology this whole time and never told them? They could of had a bunch of these laying around instead of relying on the Jumpship?
Four people tumbled out of a new portal and Sara could only sigh when she saw Mick’s supposed Caesar.
“Rip, look I’m sorry. I thought that this-”
“The Legends would change?” Rip scoffed at her.
“Since when do we need to change?” Sara frowned, “When you left our team, you said you had nothing left to teach me.”
“Yes well unfortunately all of history suddenly came unglued moments after I’d uttered those words.” He said, “Look I miss the good old days too, Sara. But times have changed.”
“Yeah, and you don’t think you need us anymore. Look, Rip this is our mess. You have to let us fix it.” She pleaded, too aware that the other agents in the room were poorly pretending they weren’t eavesdropping. At least Ava had already left.
“Using your team to fix anything is like doing brain surgery with a chainsaw.”
Sara just stared at him, barely resisting the urge to flip him over. Her team? The one he created and then left in the dust with no indication about his grand plan? She wanted to yell, scream at him that he had been there, right alongside them. She supposed that five years had battered his memory.
She clenched her fists and strode out. Time for plan B.
It felt really, really good to beat up Julius Caesar. Better than whatever villain of the day Oliver had them tracking down. Maybe it was because the team, the full team now, which Sara was still adjusting to Amaya not being a part of the team, was behind her supporting her. Ray and Nate were making stupid jokes and Stein was calling things astonishing again.
She had to focus on getting them back to the Time Bureau. Or well, stay out of Jax’s way as he made the repairs. The decision pounded in her head, the disappointed faces of the others, and the twist in her gut that she was electing to ignore.
If they could show Rip they could play ball, then maybe “All will be forgiven” meant a lot more than not being arrested for stealing a time ship.
And maybe, no, she wasn’t going to dwell on that. Ava fucking Sharpe wasn’t important right now. Whatever Sara’s thoughts on that, and there weren’t any, she reminded herself, they didn’t matter.
They’d get this anachronism to Rip and they’d be on their merry way, solving anachronisms. Not working for Sink, Shower, and Stuff.
“Have you come to gloat?”
She stared up at Caesar, not even realizing that her feet had led her there.
“Or to grant me the mercy of taking my own life?”
Her eyes narrowed, “Getting beaten by a woman bothers you that much?”
“Yes.”
At least he was honest.
“If your intention is neither boasting nor mercy, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?”
It couldn’t hurt, Sara figured, he was one of the greatest tactical minds of the, whatever century Nate had said. She waved her hand over the brig’s door. It wasn’t like he could hurt her, she’d handily destroyed him and took all his weapons.
He stood up, “You doubt your present course of action and seem to believe that Caesar holds the key to resolving it.”
“There’s nothing to resolve.” She said evenly. And there wasn’t, if they returned him to the Time Bureau, then, Sara’s hands clenched. “My course of action isn’t up to me.”
“So you believe your future lies in the hands of the Three Fates?”
Sara rolled her eyes, she always forgot with these ancient types. “No. It lies in the hands of a group called the Time Bureau.” Notably Rip and her old best friend who she never thought she’d see again. “And if I go against them now, they’ll take my ship. And if I screw this up, then I lose everything.” She couldn’t go back to Sink, Shower, and Stuff.
Not just because she was pretty sure her ex manager would rehire her.
“And that’s all you’re willing to wager for greatness? Pompey said he would have my head for going against the Senate, but when I lead my army across the Rubicon, Rome will welcome me as a god.”
“Well, I wish I shared your confidence.” Probably not the right time to mention that the Senate decides to stab him.
He grabbed her arms, “It cost me eight years and countless centurions to conquer Gaul. But with an Amazonian queen like you by my side, I could make short work of the rest of the world.”
Sara stared at him for a second. Was he serious? Jesus, men were so easy. “Conquering the world does sound nice. But I don’t need you to do it.” Hell, he’d probably die of the plague within five months. She pushed him back into the cell and closed the door.
“Ship’s fixed Cap.” Jax leaned against the wall.
“Fixed enough to get us back to the Time Bureau?”
“Mm-hmm,” Jax looked to the ground.
Sara looked back to the cell, where Caesar was sitting back down. He really thought they could conquer the world. Well, he probably thought that he could conquer the world on his own, but he wanted her at his side. “How about ancient Rome?”
Jax looked way too excited, “Only one way to find out.”
She wasn’t going to regret this, Sara determined. They would drop him off and everything would go smoothly, and Rip would have no choice but to let them keep the Waverider. There was no point walking in and handing him the keys.
I can take care of myself. The words rolled in Sara’s head and Sara actually stuck her tongue out at her. Apparently, taking care of herself meant getting kidnapped by Julius Caesar. How’s that going for you, Sara wanted to scream.
Unfortunately fighting with Ava was fun, Sara thought absentmindedly as she swung around on a chain. Easy, seamless, and annoyingly nice when all Ava had done today was give her petty stares like she had personally offended her.
Which wasn’t fair.
Ava was the one who left. Never called. She couldn’t stand here like Sara was the issue. Like everything Sara knew was suddenly up in the air because Ava knew about time travel and her and hadn’t even tried to reach out.
Let alone the fact that Sara had just saved her ass because these suits didn’t know anything but flashing people’s memory and putting them back where they should be.
Sara grinned back at her after Mick knocked Caesar out, “See, problem solved.”
“I’ve got to say, Ms. Lance,” Sara held back a scoff, Ms. Lance? Was she a fucking grade school teacher now? What the hell? “Now that I’ve seen your team in action with my own eyes,” Sara smirked back at Mick. “You are even worse than I imagined.”
Sara turned back to her and spit out, “You’re welcome.”
She was done with her.
All she wanted was to talk. To say, hey I knew you years ago and a lot of shit has happened you wanna sit for a second? But no, Ava was acting like this instead, as if Sara’s existence was a threat to everyone’s personal safety.
Sara clenched her fists as she marched back to the Waverider, Mick hot on her heels. She’d kill Rip if he tried to take the ship back.
“Can you believe her?” Sara huffed to Mick once Rip and Ava left. At least they were able to keep their ship.
Mick grunted.
“She’s acting like we ruined everything. And the anachronism’s fixed! Right, Gideon?”
“Correct, Captain.”
“Thanks,” Sara mumbled, “Like sorry Ava Sharpe, what’s your issue? You can’t even have a conversation with me before deciding I’m terrible?” Sara felt something in her chest sour. Would it kill her to pretend that Sara wasn’t the worst person on Earth? “Sorry I haven’t seen you for fucking years.”
“Hmm.” Mick hummed as he grabbed himself a beer and gave her one.
Sara took a swig. Normally, she’d want whiskey, but the beer was right there. And drinking with Mick, even if she knew he wasn’t really paying attention, was less pathetic than alone.
She really thought she was done drinking about Ava.
“Fuck the Time Bureau.” Mick toasted.
“Fuck em.” Sara responded and they clanged bottles together.
She frowned at the window showing the swirling green of the temporal zone. There was no point on spending more time or energy, on trying to figure out what Ava’s problem was or why it felt like she’d been replaced with an utter stranger. They had anachronisms to fix.
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Wacky Drabbles: I love you as much as I love candy
Books: The Royal Romance Books all of them
Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.
Trigger Warnings in this chapter: None
Pairing: Liam x Jessica Garcia (MC)
Wacky Drabble A/U: This story exists on its own and may or may not be a part of their journey together. Traits, personalities, and characters are all the same. Some canon characters may appear but in a different manifestation and by no means exist in that form in Agent Phoenix A/U this is not meant to be anything other than an A/U onto itself. Catch up with wacky drabbles here
Disclaimer
The Wacky Drabbles Prompt: “Me? Scared? Never.”
Chapter Summary: Jessica is forced to go to New York for a few days and misses Liam. Liam does something romantic and Jessica has a trick or treats up her sleeve.
Song inspiration: 10,000 Hours - Dan + Shay, Justin Bieber
Word count: 2,265
Average reading time: 8 minutes
Cordonian International Airport
Jessica and Liam stood in front of the Royal Jet both with tears in their eyes. “Liam, I really don’t want to go.” Liam kissed her forehead, “I know and I really don’t want you to go. I’d get on that plane with you if I could.” Jessica took a deep breath and said, “I’m going to miss you like crazy.” Liam cupped Jessica’s cheek “I’m going to miss you just as much and probably more. I won’t be able to facetime you since I will be in a closed meeting until an agreement is made. I love you.”
Jessica said, “I love you too.”
Liam said, “ I stocked up the jet with all your favorite snacks. Oh and I have something you can borrow if you miss me… I stuffed it in your bag when you were in the shower. Take it out when you are in the air.”
Liam walked Jessica onto the plane and kissed her passionately on the lips and held her close deepening their kiss and said, “ I will be here waiting for you when you get back. Call me when you land. It will have to be quick but I just want to hear your voice.”
When the plane took a fight Jessica did as Liam asked and smiled when she realized what Liam put in her bag. Sir Winston had a note written in Liam’s handwriting taped to his chest that read “Here is someone that can temporarily take my place next to you in bed. I love you more than you could ever know. Please come back to me as soon as you can. - Love Liam”
10 hrs. Later…
Jessica’s Staten Island Apartment.
Jessica walked into her apartment and called Liam. “Hey, Liam I’m home. Oh, you can’t talk…still at the meeting. Yes me and Winston are fine. He smells like you. I miss you already. I love you too.”
Jessica took a shower and put on Liam’s Pajamas and crawled into bed holding Sir Winston and cried a little and said, “Winston don’t tell him I cried. I felt rushed off the phone.” After tossing and turning she finally fell asleep and before she knew it…
4:30 am
RING! RING! RING!
Jessica jumped up from the sound of her doorbell and looked at Winston “Me? Scared? Never.” I have a baseball bat and gun it's their funeral if they fuck with me.” Jessica ran down the stairs and opened the door.
Without even looking Jessica said, “Alright asshole it’s 4:30am this better be good LIAM!?”
Liam stood in front of her door with a bouquet of white roses and said, “ I can’t sleep without you next to me.”
Jessica’s eyes began to water and she tiptoed and hugged Liam and said, “I can’t sleep without you either.”
“I’m really happy you came,” Jessica said with a warm smile
“Jess, I worked around the clock. I would do anything to be with you. I planned this since you told me you had to leave and were staying an extra day or two. The one thing I couldn’t do was move that meeting.”
Jessica whispered in Liam’s ear “We should head upstairs before I have to get ready for work.”
“Jess we aren’t alone.”
“Huh?”
“I can’t travel without detail… this was the best I could do.”
Drake and Leo ran out of the SUV. Drake said, “I’m his detail for the next two days while you work. Please don’t let me catch you doing weird shit and Liam doesn’t shove your tongue down her throat it happens way too often.”
“Hey I will kiss when I want to and how I want to if you don’t like it look away,” Liam said with a smile as he kissed her.
Leo said, “Jessie do you have fruity pebbles? You know how much I love fruity pebbles.”
Jessica motioned for them to enter the house as she continued to kiss Liam.
Later that day…
Liam, Leo and Drake waited in Jessica’s car as her 6:30 pm ferry docked. When Jessica came through the exit Liam jumped out of the car and ran over and picked her up off her feet.
“Jess I missed you so much!” Liam kissed her sweetly on the lips
“I missed you too.” Jessica said as she smiled.
HONK! HONK! HONK- Drake impatiently blew the horn of Jessica’s car
“Yeah Yeah you love each other and that’s great and all but it’s time for a shift change,” Drake shouted from the car.
“We are heading to the city to meet a few friends of mine… don’t wait up,” Leo said with a charming smile.
Jessica looked at Liam and said, “I guess it’s just you and me.”
Liam whispered, “Thank God! I wanted it that way Drake I can handle but Leo… just gets in our way.”
Drake said, “Alright you know the drill.”
Liam said, “It’s not necessary.”
“I know you hate it but it’s a shift change and got to take it seriously,” Drake said.
Liam sighed and said, “Urgh really Drake she is my girlfriend.”
“And she gets NO special treatment.“
“Liam just do it. You know I don’t want special treatment.” Jessica said.
“Drake Walker you are relieved of your duties for the evening and you will resume your post at 0700 hours. Thank you for your service.”
Jessica looked at her watch and said, “At 1845 hundred hours Jessica Garcia honorary King guard member is now assuming responsibility for her temporary charge His Majesty Liam Rys. I swear to protect and serve my charge with great care and guard him with my life.”
Drake quirked his eyebrow at Liam and said, “Hey it’s the rules. He better not get so much as a paper cut. See you tomorrow.”
“I know you made me fill out a bunch of paperwork last time. Now get the fuck out of my face.” Jessica said as she laughed.
Drake and Leo kissed Jessica and made their way into the ferry terminal.
Liam opened the car door for Jessica and closed the door when she sat down at the passenger side and jumped into the driver’s side.
Jessica smiled and said, “So how was the Yankee game? Did you guys enjoy yourselves?”
“Actually we had a great time. Mateo and Adam got us great seats and we all had beers and pretzels. It was a pretty good game. Drake was upset the Astros lost. Leo could care less who won he just kept yelling like an idiot. He made it on the kiss cam and kissed a girl. That’s who he is seeing tonight with a friend for Drake.
“Great. You guys are going to the hangout again tomorrow. But now it’s my turn so dinner?”
“You just got out of work.”
“And you planned an entire kingdom’s schedule around me. A nice romantic dinner and maybe a movie?”
“Great plan I would add one more thing a nice calming bubble bath.”
Stop and Shop Supermarket
Jessica and Liam made their way through the aisle picking up a few things they needed.
“Oh, Liam we totally need to pick up a shit ton of candy.”
Jessica turned a corner. Cute ghost, spider web baggies, pumpkin stickers, and candy galore on both shelves in the aisle.
He watched her fill the basket with the pack after pack of candy.
Liam said, “I know you like M&M’s but I didn’t know you liked so many different types of candy?”
“I love candy but these aren’t all for me.” She said as she made a face at some bag before putting it in. Liam gave her an odd look with a confused laugh. He said, “Then why on Earth are you buying so much candy?”
Jessica said, “For the trick or treaters!”
Liam paused for a moment, taken aback at the answer. “Oh…That’s right, it is that time of year.” He looked at the little bags and plastic jack o lantern buckets again. A few perplexed feelings seeping into him that he tried to hide.
Jessica fully turned to him with her own odd expression. “Is something wrong?” Liam forced a small smile and shook his head.
Jessica cupped Liam’s face and said, “Liam, I know that face. Baby, what’s wrong?”
He shrugged, “Well as you know we have our customs back in Cordonia and Halloween isn’t something that we celebrate we know other kids did it but Leo and I were never allowed to go. We just wore costumes and ran around. Trick or Treating was too much of a security risk.”
Jessica felt a tinge of anger at that. “Are you serious? They couldn’t let you go around the palace and collect candy?”
“Father thought it wasn’t appropriate Bastien always gave us candy he even hid it around the palace so we could find it and that was kind of our Halloween.”
“You know what Liam I keep saying that nothing Constantine did would shock me but I always stand corrected.”
Liam was silent and Jessica’s anger diffused to sadness. ‘He really didn’t get to be a kid.’ She sadly thought.
Liam spoke up, “I understand that to normal kids that not trick or treating is probably an outrage, but really, I’m okay. It just seemed fun and Maxwell and Drake always shared their candy. I suppose Father thought he was keeping us safe.”
“…You’re right. Let’s just try to make sure that other kids get to trick or treat in your place.” Jessica tried to reassure. He smiled but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
An idea struck Jessica. “Hey, can you keep picking out candy, the good stuff? I forgot something. The usual Jessica and Liam item that you always get embarrassed picking up.”
Liam took the basket and nodded. “Yup. I just feel like people are judging me. So go right ahead.”
“Liam no one cares you aren’t a sixteen-year-old kid trying to figure out which box of condoms you need. You know exactly what you like throw it in the basket and move the fuck on. I do it every month wings or no wings whatever fucken works.”
Jessica picked up her phone and dialed a number and said, “Daniel, what is April wearing for Halloween? Toy Story. What character… got it. Liam’s here can we take her instead of the usual? Thanks.” Jessica then got on Amazon found a Woody and Jessie costume .. ‘Perfect!’ She instantly placed an order for next-day shipping and she headed back to where Liam was with the basket. She looked inside and pulled out a bag.
“Really?” She deadpanned as she held up a box of pumpkin granola bars.”
“It says it’s Pumpkin, is that not what you want for Halloween?” He asked confused. She chuckled as she put it back in the basket.
��Alright, fine we’ll try it. If my house gets covered in toilet paper or gets egged you are sending a cleaning crew.”
Jessica and Liam looked at the checkout line Jessica turned to Liam and said, “This is ridiculous, we are going to use self-checkout. Take notes there will come at a time where you are going to have to do this on your own.”
Jessica entered her loyalty card number and said, “The trick is to hit the bar code on an angle and make sure you leave it on the belt otherwise you're going to get an error, and then it because of this embarrassing ordeal.”
Jessica scanned the items as Liam looked and said “That seems pretty easy.”
“Now you try to remember angle, Liam.” Jessica laughed and threw the box of condoms at Liam.
Liam blushed as he made eye contact with a teenaged clerk who gave him an approving nod and the clerk mouthed discreetly “Get it.”
“What's wrong are you scared? Just remember the machine doesn’t bite. I do so go ahead.” Jessica nibbled on Liam’s ear.
“Me? Scared? Never.” Study in his resolved Liam scanned the item and smiled at the clerk and discretely mouthed “Absolutely”.
“See not so bad you do the rest now.”
Liam scanned the rest of the items and puffed up his chest and said, “Aren’t you proud of me I’m a quick study.”
Jessica smiled, “How does it feel to not be a self check out virgin?”
“It was a part of my life I didn’t know was missing. Actually, a lot of these little things we do together feel that way.”
Jessica gave Liam a quick kiss, “Um so after that movie…”
Liam smirked, “I’m so ahead of you.”
2 days later
Jessica’s Staten Island Apartment.
Liam and Jessica were finally alone and it was officially Halloween. Jessica got her package on time and hid it in her bedroom. They spent most of the day in bed enjoying each other and watching Netflix. They did, however, work up an appetite and left their little love shack for a late lunch when came back Jessica told Liam to wait on the couch and she ran to her bedroom. Jessica walked out of the bedroom wearing pigtails with a cowboy hat, a western-themed shirt, a tight jean skirt, and boots.
Liam jumped up and took off his shirt and said, “Wow, Jess that’s unexpected. I love role playtime!” Liam stood up and began to unbuckle his pants.
Jessica laughed “ Liam literally we have been at it all day.”
Liam quirked a brow and said, “So-later?”
Jessica gave him a mischievous grin. “Yes, because we have to get ready to take April trick or treating.”
Liam saw her take out a bag with a cowboy hat in it. She handed it to Liam as he gave a laugh. “You bought me a costume?” He asked as he started taking it out.
“Yes, I bought us both matching costumes. Now hurry up and let’s get changed.”
A few minutes later, Liam came out to Jessica already waiting. Liam felt himself blush at how different he felt.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever worn a costume like this…”
“Well, now you have. You look good in it cowboy.” She teased and he felt a grin spread over his face.
“Later tonight were are keeping the hats on.”
Jessica laughed, “Whatever you want.”
Liam gave Jessica a mischievous grin and said, I have a bunch of ideas for my dream girl.”
“I’m your dream girl?”
“Jessica you have always been my dream girl since the moment we meet.”
Jessica and Liam walked out of her apartment and waited on the steps dressed a Jessie and Woody from Toy Story.
Jessica’s friends Daniel and Thomas walked down the block holding their daughter April's hand.
Jessica and Liam walked over and Liam said, “Hi Daniel and Thomas it’s been a while. April has gotten so big. She is gorgeous.”
Daniel said, “Thank you! We are really happy to see you. Nice, you were able to come down.”
Liam bent down looked at April and said, “ Hey little love. Do you mind if I go trick or treating with you and Aunt Jessie?”
April gave a warm smile and said, “Liam’s coming with us?”
Jessica said, “Yes my beautiful girl. Liam is coming with us and he looks really cute so we are going to get all the candy!”
April said, “ Liam you should have been a prince you look like one of them from my stories.”
Liam looked at Jessica and said, “Well I dressed up like one every year for a long time but I wanted to try something new.”
Liam held April's hand and smiled at Jessica.
Thomas and Daniel sat on the porch with candy for the ticker treaters. They both laughed looking at the trio.
“We match! We’re all characters from Toy Story!” April beamed. Jessica nodded, “Yes, I’m glad daddy told me what costume you were wearing!”
Liam said, “You’re a very cute Alien.”
April scoffed “You mean a Scary Alien!”
Liam gasped dramatically making Jessica stifle laughter. “My apologies, you’re terrifying!”
April grinned as she grabbed her bag and walked ahead of them. They passed Daniel and Thomas on the front porch.
“Thanks again, guys,” Jessica said. Daniel shook her head, “No, thank you for taking her! It’ll be nice to relax with Thomas on the porch instead.” She nudged him playfully and he wrapped an arm around her.
“Now, April. Be careful, don’t eat any candy without us checking it, and stay with Aunt Jessie and Liam!” Thomas called out to her. She gave an 'okay’ as she excitedly bounded to the sidewalk.
Jessica grinned at Liam. Liam said, “Looks like we’re gonna be having to keep up with that all night.”
“Better kick up your boots and get going then.” Jessica mocked a southern accent as Liam laughed and followed the young girl.
The night wore on and they went from house to house. Jessica saw the smile on Liam’s face and felt proud that she helped cause that happiness.
“Jessica, thank you for this. So many first with you. You just know what I need. I’m very much in love with you.”
Jessica said, “I’m very much in love with you too. But hey don’t think anything of it. I’m just glad you’re having a good time.”
2 hours later
April tugged on Liam’s arm and said “Next house they normally have the best candy.”
Liam picked her up and said, “So what are we waiting for?” Liam carried her a few feet and placed her on the ground so she could wait in line.
While April waited in line at a house in front of them. Liam placed a gentle kiss on her lips, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. It was quick but sincere, both looking at each other lovingly.
“My bags getting heavy.” They were startled by April walking towards them dragging her bag.
Jessica jeered, “Well did you want to stop?”
April said, “Yeah I want to count my candy.”
Liam chuckled and said, “Count candy?”
Jessica said, “Yup at the end you count your candy and trade it. You can keep your hat on.” and Jessica winked.
Liam said, “Oh. Oooh-” then bent down and said, “Hey April I can carry you back? This way you make it home faster to count all that candy.”
April smiled, and said “Yes! And you are 10 feet tall so I can see everything.”
Jessica’s Staten Island Apartment.
Jessica and Liam sat on her living room floor wearing nothing but their underwear and Cowboy hats trading candy.
“Thank you for such a fun night…Maybe we can make that idea of the nobles giving out candy at the palace gardens for all the little ones? We can decorate different stations…Maxwell will be over the moon.” Liam mused.
Jessica looked up at him tenderly. “I think that’s a good idea.”
“I will trade you skittles for my sour patches.”
Jessica laughed and said, “Deal!”
Liam took her chin and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
They parted only for Jessica to laugh as she held up a pack of M&M’ from his bag.
“Hey! Betrayal!” He laughed out but ended up giving her another pack of M&M’s from his stash. Jessica laughed and gave him all her kit kats in turn.
Liam said, “I love you as much as I love candy. And I really love American candy we should get more. I guess you have another little project to work on but out of all the candy I have tasted in my whole life you are my favorite kind.”
Jessica smiled and said, “So Cowboy ready to call it a night?”
Liam quirked his brow and said, “Well we both have Cowboy hats on… think we could go to a naked rodeo.”
Jessica whispered in Liam’s ear “Then someone gets tied up.”
Liam grinned and said, “I like where this is going.”
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The Girl and the Dark Castle
Chapter 23 to end
Chapter 23 - The Meanest Man
She laid there exhausted and beaten, but still holding on hope that she would make it through this ordeal. Then the door opened and he walked it.
“Look at my fucking piece of meat. Did my boys put you through your paces? Are you ready for more?,” he questioned as he walked quickly to her. Standing over her he questioned again. “I did not hear you. Are you ready for more, whore?” The last word was spoken with venom dripping from it.
“Yes, Sir,” she was able to say weakly.
“Then get on your knees you worthless piece of trash.” When she was too slow for him he grabbed her by the throat and helped her. His thick fingers working around her mouth. “I like little white whores who listen, so I hope that will be you. Open your mouth,” he ordered. Her lower jaw dropped open. His thick fingers pushed into her now open mouth. Grabbing at her tongue and pulling it forward. Twisting it makes her head follow. Then a hard slap to her face and another. The skin is already turning red.
Letting go of her tongue he pushed two fingers down her throat. Pushing them further and further into her mouth. Then she started gagging on them. “Damn bitch!! Your throat has been trained. Must be all the dick you have been sucking, you fucking dirty whore.” She gagged again as his fingers pushed deeper. Then he pulled them out, but he was far from done with her.
His hand wrapped around her neck. She has been choked before. The pressure around the neck. His hand was squeezing, but there was always some control. Not here. His big thick hand held her small neck with ease. He squeezed, his hand tightening and tightening. Her eyes showed fear as she found she could not breath. “Now you will learn I’m not a man to fuck with. I can end you at any moment. Make it look like an accident,” he said with spit flying from his lips. “You are just a dumb fucking slut. I’m going to use you like a piece of meat. My cock is going to break your body. All of your holes bitch. Then I’m going to break your mind. Just a fucktoy for us to rent out. Just imagine the rest of your days being used over and over by guys and girls and your poor little dumb mind would not even know. That is how broken I’m going to make you.” He let go of her throat and she gasped for air.
That is when he undid his pants and his monster was released. He forced her face onto it. “Suck my cock bitch,” he ordered as he pushed it into her mouth.
Her eyes glazed over and something happened. Her mind became clear. The cock worked its way in and out of her mouth, but she was not in the daze she was in. Her thoughts where hers again, not ruled by the fucking she has been through. She found that her body was refreshed too. Still tired but she was able to move it easier now.
Her hand went up and grabbed the base of his cock as he kept pushing it in her stretched open mouth. He pushed it further down making her gag over and over. The drool was thick when he pulled his monster from her mouth. One long piece attached you her lower lip and connected to a piece on the knob of his cock and then started dripping. It was like slow motion as she watched her drool fall. Slowly spinning until it crashed down into her bare breasts. Almost like on cue he shoved his dick back into her mouth.
His hands weaved through her hair and his fingers interlaced behind her head. Her hand dropped from his shaft. He pushed himself deeper and deeper. Slowly at first but then he started getting stream. Like a piston he rammed his member down her throat. Each time she could feel the bulge in her neck. Her eyes water as she fights to breathe.
He pulled back, wanting to give himself a break, but she was not having it. Her hands wrapped around his legs and pulled him back to her. As he stood still she started to throw her head forward making herself gag on his giant member. His legs locked and she knew he was close. She pulled him close. Deep down her throat and held him there. Her arms wrapped tightly holding his ass cheeks. Ten seconds, twenty, thirty and she kept him deep down her. Then she let go. Her wet mouth on his cock again was too much for him. As he pulled out, he shot thick streams of cum onto her face. She was free of his cock and gasped for air as she got covered. The drool, tears and cum all mixed and dropped some more down her body.
“God damn, you are one nasty whore. I can see my big fat cock has brought you back to life. Give me a few minutes and you can have round two on it,” he said with a smile.
She did not want to wait. Her mouth went right back thr his dangling cock right in front of her. It was sensitive at the moment. Her mouth sucking on it so soon after his orgasm caused him to falter a moment. He lost his footing and fell back onto the chair behind him. Her mouth unlocked from his cock, but was right back on him once seated. “Damn, you can’t get enough on my Johnson, huh? You do give one hell of a blowjob. Your mouth is all nice and wet. You're a sight with my cum dripping off your face. I bet that makes you feel all kinds of slutty.”
As he spoke she worked on his semi hard cock. Her warm wet mouth sucking on his knob. It was not a tip, but thick and bigger than his shaft, a knob she thought. Sucking, kissing and licking. Then she started flicking her tongue on the underside just below the knob. This seemed to get him stirring again.
She worked her flicking tongue down his shaft. Her drool leaves a trail along it. At the base she moved from the shaft to his balls. She pushed open his legs, which he moved wider. This gave her more room. Her tongue kept flicking as she did on his dick. He moaned and said,``God damn slut, you do really know how to take care of a man’s needs.”
“You have not seen anything yet,” she responded in between licks. Then she took one of his large balls into her mouth, sucking on it. He moaned lousy. His hands reached down into the top of her head. Then she started stroking his cock again. He gave in at the moment. The pleasure of her warm mouth going back and forth on his balls was too much. His body fell back on the chair. Letting the pleasure wash over him. She was not done with his balls. She forced both in her tight wet mouth. Rolling her tongue over the two of them. His dick was rock hard again but she wanted him to get to that point where he could not control himself and fuck her like the animal he acting like.
She stopped the sucking of the balls and moved her face down his body a little more. Again her tongue did most of the work as it started to lick around the rim of his ass. The loud moan let her know that he was enjoying it even if he tried to close his legs. She pushed them open easily. The pleasure she was giving was too much. As her hand stroked his hard cock, her tongue explored deep into his ass. He could not control his moans now. She knew that her skills had him and she was going to use him.
He pushed her off of her. Grabbing her hair he threw her over the arm of the chair. Pulling her head up so her eyes looked at him. “You are one good cock sucker. I see why the others enjoyed your service so much, but just let you know that now I’m hard again I’m going to fuck you so hard you are never going to walk right again.” With that said he pushed her head down and lifted her leg high.
His monster of a cock had no problem sliding into her wet used pussy. He did not push it in slowly l, but with one hard thrust. She screamed in pain, but he did not care. He pulled her head back by her chin. Her eyes met his. “Your slutty hole can take my monster. Let’s see how it does when I ram it into you over and over.”
“Let’s see. Bring it on big man,” she responded with a twinkle in her eyes. He saw red. Grabbing her hips he started to ram her. She screamed, partly from the pleasure of his big dick filling her up and partly from the rough pounding of his cock filling her completely.
As her screams turned into moans his left hand moved forward grabbing her hair. She moaned,” yes, yes”. And then “don’t stop”. Shortly after that she let him know she was cumming with the loudest scream yet. He did not care if she had a silly orgasm. If anything he fucked her harder. Wanted to make her cum so many times she was broken.
He was a machine. Fucking her hard for want seem like hours. After he got bored of hitting her from behind he flipped her over. Her legs spread wide so he could drive his shaft to the hilt. This also gave him access to grabbing and slapping at her boobs. He found she got off to that. When his hands wrapped around her neck she came again. This girl was a freak but he was going to break her.
He fucked her is a few different positions in a few different spots in the room, but end back with her over the chair. A few more thrusts and his orgasm came on him. He pulled out of her and shot his load all over her back.
She collapsed over the arm of the chair. He walked over to the side table and took a drink. He slowly strolled back to her. “You look like a broken slut, but I think one more go will really do the trick,” he said like he made the funniest joke ever. She looked up at him with a bit of worry on her face. Then a quick smile and a wink of her eye so quickly he thought his mind made it up.
He grabbed her up again and forced his cock in her mouth again. “How do you like tasting your own juices on my cock? Your one dirty fucking whore. Only good to be a fucktoy,” he barked as he held her head still and face fucked her.
After a few moments of his cock filling her throat he pulled back. Letting her control the pace and how deep it went. He was on to the next place to put it. He made her stand as she sucked him hard. This gave him access for his fat fingers to explore her back door. She stiffed as his fingers did more than just explore the rim.
“I bet you can tell where my big fat dick is going to go next you dirty slut. I’m just working your hole open a bit, so I will be able to fit.” His fingers pushed in past her rim. First one, then a second, a third started to go in but it was tight. She let out a whimper and then whispered oh my god. He laughed, throwing his head back. “Looks like the boys really worked you over whore. Now it’s my turn. You better make sure that dick is covered in your spit. It is the only line you are going to get.”
He pushed her down on her knees. He got behind her, his hand placed on her back pushing it down. He pulled her ass up high. Then he lined his hard shallow cock into her asshole. He pushed in slowly, opening her hole wider and wider. Her head flipped back and forth. “Oh god, I can’t. It’s too big.”
He was not having any of it. He grabbed both of her arms and pulled them back to her. She was stuck there with him deep in her ass. “Don’t worry you dumb whore. I’m going to fuck every thought right out of that dumb little head of yours. Then I’m going to keep fucking you until you are a drooling piece of meat. Then maybe, just maybe I will give you back to him. Unless and just a fucking piece of meat. You would like that huh?”
At that point she was done playing his games. Even though her ass was stretched so fucking wife she had enough of his bragging. Time to have him play into her hands. “Please Daddy,” she begged him. Making her voice sound needy.
“Please what slut. Please stop. Cause I’m not going to.”
“Oh Daddy. Please, please,” more begging.
“More begging. I’m starting to like this side of you,” he grunted as his cock pounded into her ass. “Beg me some more.”
“Please Daddy Fuck my tight asshole with you big dick. Make this slut gape. Open me up. Oh yes,” she said more with a loud moan than a begging voice.
“You little hoe. You are enjoying this,” he questioned but knew she was.
“Oh yes, please fuck me. Fuck me harder. Make me cum.” He started ramming his dick harder and deeper. She looked back over her shoulder at him. “Yes Daddy. Like that. Fuck this slut hard. Turn me into your bitch. Your fucktoy. I want it harder,” she yelled.
He went harder. Grabbing a fist full of hair and pulling her head back. “Yes Daddy, be rough with your fucktoy. Destroy me. Please,” back to begging.
He fucked her harder still. His breath is coming quickly now. He can feel he is about to lose it. How is she still talking and begging for more? She started pushing back on him and that pushed him over the edge. He let out a loud growl and pulled his cock from her ass with a pop. He shot a thick load onto her back. Exhausted, he walked over to the couch and sat down.
She was now done with him yet. She waited a moment before she stood up and walked to the table which had the box. Opening it, she took a small vile from it and mixed it in a glass of water. She walked over to the large man. His eyes were closed. “Here Daddy,” she said, holding the glass out to him. He took it and drank it down in one shallow. His head fell back and his eyes closed again.
She walked back to the table. Took her own glass of water without the mixture. Seeing him out of it on the couch she worked up the next part. Taking the two other containers in the box she walked back to him.
She kneeled between his legs and opened the first jar. Taking a bit of the gel on her fingers she went to his still semi hard cock and started stroking slowly.
“What are you doing woman,” he said with his eyes popped open.
“I just want more of this big dick Daddy. I can’t keep my hands off it. I need it. Please let me stroke it for you.” If he could not hear the begging in her words, he just needed to look down at her big eyes. Wide with need.
“Go ahead whore. Stroke as long as you would like.”
That is what she did. This first gel made his dick grow big and hard. As he started to enjoy it she switched to the other gel. The mixture made his cock start to go soft. Over and over she did this. Making him hard and then soft. His mind drifted as she played.
At some point she started speaking. Using keywords to help him get hard and then soft. The first time she did not use the gel she knew he was putty in her hands. She kept stroking, making the words take deeper hold. She brought him close a few times, but took him back down.
She then stopped stroking him and hopped up on his lap. “So Daddy. Are you going to be a good boy for me.”
“What are you talking about bitch? Give me a minute and I will get back to breaking that fucking tight body of yours.”
“No you will not Daddy. How will you fuck me when you can’t get hard cock.” With that he could feel his cock shrinking.
“What the fuck,” he cried out? “How? I was just rock hard.”
“Well your dick listens to me now.” She could feel his dick growing again. It wants to please me. Do you want to please me too?”
“You fucking bitch. How did you do this? Did one of those other assholes put you up to this.” He said as he pushed her off his lap.
“No they did not. I just learned a thing or two with them,” she responded as she stood over him. “You will be a good boy for me or you will never get a hard cock again.”
His cock started to shrink again and he panicked. “Fuck, you bitch.”
“That is not a name you should be calling me I think. Maybe you should be nicer and I will let your dick get hard again.” It started growing.
“Please, I’m sorry. Please don’t do that again.”
“Ok then,” she said with a smirk on her lips. “Are you ready to fuck me until one of us an useless fucktoy?” He shook his head up and down, saying yes. But in his eyes he was worried. “Then let’s begin”.
Chapter 24 - Her New Life
“He should be doing this not us,” Mr. Wolf stated with the annoyance in his voice. They walked down the hallway to Gonzo’s workplace.
“But he is not,” responded Mistress Kay. “If we don’t check on her, there is no knowing what that brute will do.”
“I know you are right, but he should be doing it.”
“Those two are like oil and water, they just don’t mix. His time was over a half an hour ago.” They reached his door and she motioned for him to turn the knob. He stepped in first. “Gonzo, we are here to check on the girl. Your time was up more than thirty minutes ago.”
Kay motion to the noise coming around the corner. It sounded like people fucking. They quietly made their way to see.
Sweetheart was on top riding the much larger man. Not just on top but holding his legs back, pinned back to his head. Well, as close as you can get them. She had him in the Amazon position. In what seemed in complete control.
“You are such a good boy, aren’t you,” she questioned him?
“Yes, yes now please can we stop. I can’t any longer.”
“Sure you can. Your cock is still hard. How can you do that after cumming seven times,” she questioned with a smirk?
“What did you do to me? It’s unfair.”
“Well, I told you someone is going to be broken and I think it is you, my good boy. Tell ma’am that her good boy is broken.”
“You broke me ma’am. Please stop. I can’t take it anymore,” his voice breaking as he begged. His eyes closing to the half pleasure half torture.
The two visitors just stood there and watched as she made the bigger man beg like a baby. Kay looked at Mr. Wolf and smiled. He shook his head saying no, but she could not be stopped.
Stepping forward she said,”looks like you are training a good boy, Sweetheart.” Gonzo’s eyes popped open and saw Kay and Mr. Wolf standing over them. He tried to move, but he was completely pinned down by Sweetheart.
“Let me up,” he stated loudly but not much behind it.
Sweetheart slapped him. “You don’t talk to me like that. So rude.” Another slap to his face. “Tell your guests you are sorry. Be quick about it my good boy.”
“I’m sorry Kay, Wolf,” but his voice was not sincere.
“Good boy,” she said to him. Then turning to the two guests, “what is going on?”
“We came to check on you. Your time is up with him. We were worried, but you have everything quite under control.”
“So my time is completed? I made my amends to the board and the castle?”
“Yes, you have,” Mr. Wolf said with a grin. “ isn’t that right Gonzo.” He could only moan.
“Then our time is about done, my good boy. I want you to remember this the next time you want to act like an ass.” She pushed off him, leaving his rock hard cock. Still holding his legs in place. “Now that dick will stay hard for a long time after I leave. I want you to stroke it until you can’t hold back any longer. Then you will cum one last time for ma’am. Does my good boy understand?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said softly as his hand started stroking his cum covered cock.
Sweetheart let go of his legs and walked past the two. They stood watching as this fucking monster stroked his cock because a woman half his size ordered him to.
Sweetheart put in the robe and headed to the door, not waiting to see if the others followed. The footsteps behind her let her know one was following. As she rounded the first corner she turned to see Mr. Wolf hurried to catch her. “Ms. Sweetheart,” he called out. “Please wait a moment.”
She stopped and waited for him to catch her. “What is it Mr. Wolf. I want to go find Sir.”
“I have a note for you,” he stated. Taking it from his jacket pocket and handing it to her. “I do want to say you did an amazing job with your punishment. It has been a long time since I saw someone go that far. Very well done.” With that he turned and walked away down the hallway.
The envelope just had her name, Sweetheart, written on the front. She walked a few paces and found a quiet corner to sit and read the note. She slowly peeled the envelope open. She removed the small card, turning it over in her hand.
To my Sweetheart,
I have been called away for business and will be gone for some time. Feel free to stay as long as you wish. I can see how much you have grown from the scared girl. If you stay, Mr. Wolf will set you up and Sam will be your servant. Explore and enjoy.
Regards,
Dagda
A small tear rolled down her cheek. It was followed by a big smile across her face. “This is not the end but only the beginning,” she whispered.
THE END
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A Game
Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?
Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader
Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!
As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.
“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.
“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.
You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke.
“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.
Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command.
“What can I do for you, sir?”
“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.
“Of course, sir.”
“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.
“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”
“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”
“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.
“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”
You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.
Three-months ago, you would never have imagined your internship interview at S.H.I.E.L.D to bring you here. Your interview had been conducted by Captain America himself, and just as things began to look promising, it was interrupted by a sharp knock from Tony Stark. Tony had brought Steve into the hall, leaving the door to the conference room open, and you could only sneak glances through the window of the room, hearing Steve whisper about how it was “a question of morality” while they both kept looking back at you.
You got the position, and the next day, Tony sat you down and gave you an offer.
The Avengers needed to be ‘taken care of’, as he put it, and you being a ‘stress-reliever’ would boost morale around the team. Most of the them never had time for the outside world (apparently saving the world was a big commitment?) and were rarely ever able to make lasting relationships. You could accept the position, be compensated monthy, and get to live in the compound, or you could decline, and walk away with your mouth sealed by the confidentiality contract you signed before the interview. Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. work being linked to a lot of top secret information, meaning you weren’t allowed to speak any details of the job to outside parties unless you wanted to get sued for every penny you were worth.
You had been on the cusp of taking the second option before Tony mentioned your sister’s job as S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. She was half the reason you’d interviewed for an internship. A couple words from Tony about her possibly falling into a fatal accident on a mission, and you took the position offer in a heartbeat.
You almost overfilled the glass while getting lost in your train of thought. Setting down the bottle of expensive whiskey, you placed the last glass next to the others on the silver tray, and picked it up, gracefully yet begrudgingly making your way back to the small gathering.
“Y/n, finally. We were just talking about who here can make a woman cum the fastest.”
The complete utter bluntness of Tony’s words caught you entirely off guard, and you tripped over your own feet, stumbling in your high heels to keep the tray of drinks from falling before Sam reached an arm out to catch the tray and another arm to hold your hip and steady you.
You ripped yourself from Sam’s touch without acknowledging or thanking him, to disturbed by Tony’s previous words to do so. You began passing out the glasses of dark liquid. “And you’re telling me this why?” Your voice was flat in hopes of showing Tony you were completely disinterested in any plans he might have.
“Why, we need your aid, Lady Y/n,” Thor answered a little too cheerfully for your taste.
“I won’t be partaking in your little immature competition of toxic masculinity.” You crossed your arms and continued. “It makes it seem that women are nothing but prizes. Games to be played by boys as they fight over the highscore. Toys.”
“Aren’t they?” Steve cocked his head, eyes glimmering with amusement while a smirk painted his face. The rest of the men chuckled at his reply.
“I think HR would be shocked to hear that Captain America is being a sexist dick to a woman in the workplace,” you bit back, but your threat was weak and they all knew it.
“I think HR would be to busy writing a condolence letter to your sisters family if, let’s say, on her mission with Sam tomorrow in Russia, a stray bullet hit her,” Steve replied. A quick reminder at the stakes.
Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock sympathy. “Those darn Russians and their careless aim.”
He abruptly pushed himself off the couch and clapped his hands together. “I wanna go first,” he declared.
“Just remember, you can’t use your dick,” Tony added. “Some of us don’t have super soldier serum enhanced fuckwands.”
“Please never, ever say fuckwand again,” Bucky said, scrunching up his nose. “Besides, the hydra serum didn’t do anything down there.” He waggled his eyebrows while elbowing his enhanced counterpart. “Don’t think I could say the same for this punk here though.”
Steve muttered a ‘shut up’ while the group snickered.
All while they compared sizes like a bunch of teenagers, Sam manhandled you onto the coffee table in the center of the couches. You let out a grunt as you were shoved onto your front, stomach pressed into the tabletop while your pelvis was slammed into the edge.
Sam kneeled behind you and brought up two fingers to your mouth.
“Get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby.”
The men around you went quiet, entranced as you reluctantly took Sam’s fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them.
When Sam finally pulled them out, he looked back at Tony.
“You ready?” Sam asked.
Sam hiked the flowy skirt of your dress up your legs causing you to squirm and pathetically thrash; a desperate attempt at putting an abrupt stop to this stupid game.
“You’re on the clock.”
At Tony’s words, Sam immediately stopped your desperate attempt at worming away from him by catching you by the back of your neck and slamming you back down hard on the coffee table. Much to your disdain, the rough treatment made you wet, and that was the last thing you wanted them to see.
But when Sam pulled your lacy panties down, you could tell it was the first thing he noticed.
“Fuck babygirl, I didn’t need you lubing up my fingers, you’re already drenched,” he noted.
You let out a soft moan as Sam worked two calloused fingers into your pussy. Although they’re thick and long, they were nowhere near the size of his dick and you silently thanked whatever was out there that he wasn’t splitting you in half with it at the moment. Sam released the grip on your neck, moving to settle the hand on your ass before giving it a light squeeze and a slap that elicited another moan from you. While Sam slowly began moving his fingers- twisting, curling, and pumping them- he leaned over you, caging your body under his broad chest, to speak dirty words into your ear.
“Baby, you’re so wet right now, I think you like having them watch you.” Your cheeks burned in shame while he picked up the pace. “You want them to see how well-behaved you are for me? Want them to see how you come on my hand like a good little slut?” he cooed.
Slow pumps now turned to quick thrusts from his skilled fingers and Sam groaned as you fluttered around him.
“That’s it. You’re taking me perfectly.”
Twisting his wrist so his thumb could also strum your clit, Sam was moving so fast you’d easily mistake him for a superhuman.
“Yes, Sam, please,” you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“Uh-uh, babygirl. Wrong word,” he scolded, although his pace never slowed as his fingers brutally fucked into you.
“Daddy!” you screamed. “I’m cumming!”
You chanted those words, cunt clamping down on his merciless fingers. He gave you no reprieve, mercilessly thrusting into you, until you squirted, your release coating his hand and dripping down his forearm. Only when you were almost crying, did he finally remove his hand from your abused cunt.
“Now that-,” Sam stated, grinning while he stood. “-is how you make a girl come.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever Birdbrain.” You don’t have any strength to look at Tony as he speaks. “Give her a couple minutes before whoever’s next.”
Whatever the conversation was between them (you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing in your brain), it was much too short to your liking. The few minutes Tony gave you only felt like a few seconds before Bucky was getting up.
“Guess I’ll take a crack at it,” he announced, rolling his head from side to side.
“No one says “take a crack at it” anymore, old man.”
“Keep talking when your in last place, Sam,” Bucky quipped, however, his tone was still light.
You felt a metal hand on your hip before you were rolled over onto your back, now facing Bucky while your eyes pleaded with him.
“Please dont,” you croaked.
Bucky just scoffed, kneeling down between your legs and wrapping both arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer.
“Tony?” His hot breath fanned your pussy as he spoke and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Stark said.
Bucky wasted no time the moment the words left Tony’s mouth. He started by licking up from your hole to clit over and over, the lazy stripes already driving you wild. Letting go of one of your thighs to bring his flesh hand to your pussy, he pulled the hood of your clit back, pausing his licking to blow on your engorged bud.
“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he murmured before turning his head around and speaking louder. “You guys seeing this?”
He moved his head out of the way to showcase your glistening folds. A couple groans from the men on the couches had you trying to close your legs, but Bucky’s grip was like steel (especially considering his hand was metal).
“Wasting time Buck,” Steve commented and Bucky just rolled his eyes.
“I’m pretty sure I can still beat Sam and have time left over,” he scoffed.
Bucky directed his attention back to your folds, this time, diving in right away. He still had the hood of your clit pulled back as he encased the bud with his lips causing you to writhe at the intense sensation. And yet, you were held down with practically no effort as he methodically played with you. Each time he groaned against you, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and by the time he started sucking on your clit, you were wrecked. Your hand found home in his brown locks of hair while he quickly moved his tongue back and forward on your sensitive nub that was trapped in the vacuum of his mouth. The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, while Bucky began shaking his head from side to side, it snapped. Your clit pulsed rapidly while encased in his hot mouth, and you screamed, legs locking around his head while your hand held his head in place. He worked you while you rode out your orgasm on his face until you could barely move.
Bucky got up from his knees, grinning down at you, so weak, you couldn’t muster it in you to glare back.
“Now I think I really fucked the brat out of you,” he said. “What was that?” He cupped his ear. “Did I hear a thank you sir?”
“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered weakly.
You were so fucked out, all the next events were but a blur.
Thor had feasted between your thighs the same as Bucky but was more sloppy, although, your body seemed to love ‘sloppy’. His tongue was constantly lashing and worming around your clit, the wet muscle accompanied by lewd slurping sounds, and in record time, Thor’s suckling and licking had you tensing and building up so much that your orgasm felt like a waterfall crashing over your body.
Steve was just as methodical and precise as Bucky, also pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy. He was sweetly slow, dragging out your pleasure to the point where you were begging him to come. His warm tongue dragged across your sensitive cunt, while another hand reached up to grab a breast and pinch a nipple. You felt like your body was on fire. It wasn’t until Steve had inserted a thumb into your ass that he finally allowed your body sweet sweet release.
Your head span as finally collapsing on Tony’s floor, listening to the muffled voices above you.
You didn’t even register Stark’s words as he announced Thor had won and Steve had come in last. You barely even heard Steve’s defense that he was just enjoying himself too much in the moment.
Although ten-minutes later you had a somewhat sense of clarity, after hearing their conversation, you wished you were just unconscious. Even better, dead.
“I’m tellin’ you man, I made her squirt. She definitely came the hardest with me.” Sam’s voice rang.
“Dude- she was literally grinding against my face and holding me in a headlock with her legs,” Bucky argued.
“I literally made the brat beg to cum,” Steve inserted.
“I’d say that by bringing her to release the fastest, it was most intense with me,” Thor declared, victoriously.
You were on the brink of tears as they talked about you. Until another voice cut into the room. A female voice.
“What do you boys think you’re doing?”
It was Natasha. Your head jolted up as you felt a glimmer of hope surge through you.
That glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished at her next words.
“Not inviting me to the boy’s party?” she scolded. “You think a girl might beat you by a landslide?”
Nat squatted down next to you, running a soft hand on your cheek.
“Well you’re right. I’ll beat Thor’s record and cut it in half.”
She began unbuttoning her pants.
“And I’ll do it while riding her face.”
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Shower sex with draco 🥵 maybe with lots of spanking?
Shower.
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draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.
a/n : hii thank you for requesting! now i wanna have a shower time with him 🥵😩
y/n barged into her boyfriend’s prefect dorm, throwing her bag somewhere and quickly made her way to his private bathroom, she stripped down her clothes and get into the shower turning it on.
“merlin.. this is just what i need” y/n hummed to herself, the warm waters hitting her skin made her stress go away instantly.
draco on the other side opening the door of his dorm, he was confused when he heard water sounds coming from his bathroom but turned into a smirk as he saw his girlfriend’s bag on the floor.
he get rid off his clothes and made his way, his smirk gets wider as he saw y/n doesnt even bothered to close the door, his dick twitched as he sees her naked body, he stepped into the shower startling her.
“dray?”
“you’ve been a bad girl, y/n. going into my room without letting me know, then you take a shower here without even closing the door.” y/n shivers as draco gets behind her and wrapping his arms on her waist, his lips nibbled on her ear then going down to her neck making her lips quivered.
“you’re lucky its me, what if it was one of my friends, hmm?” he continues.
“s-sorry draco i was jus-”
“ssh.. did i give you permission to speak?” y/n shuts her mouth instantly holding out her moans when she feels draco’s hands roaming around her body.
“do you know what happened to bad girls, y/n?” draco pressed her chest against the cold walls, caressing her ass with his hands.
y/n just nodded, no speaking, he said. draco chuckles and leans into her ear whispering “speak, now” making her breath got stuck.
“y-yes draco, they got spanked”
“good. so you aren’t that dumb, yeah?” y/n nodded and bending down a little holding her hands on the wall preparing herself.
“count.”
smack
“fuck!” y/n cried out as his cold hand made a contact with her ass, it was hard that its making her body jolting forward.
“bad choice of words, princess. now count properly or i’ll make this worse than it already is.” draco raised his hand and slaps her ass again.
smack
“one!”
smack
“two!”
another smack
“t-three!”
y/n keeps counting until her body began to shake, draco delivered one last slap to her ass, making it 20 in total, her ass is sore and decorated with his hand print.
“my good little slut. what do you say now, hm?” draco pulled her to his chest by her throat rubbing his erection on her sore ass.
“thank you sir!”
draco turns her around and closing their gap, he captured her lips on his kissing her feverishly nibbling on her bottom lip making her gasped and he took it as a chance to shove his tongue down her throat exploring her mouth, he pressed his body closer to her, his hard cock rested on her inner thigh. fuck, no girl could ever made him like this.
“jump.” with that y/n jumped and wrapped her legs on his waist, moaning out loud as draco pushed his cock inside her at the same time.
“bloody hell you’re tight- your cunt feels so fucking good” draco pushed her back on the wall and hold her legs to steady themselves then he starts to picking up his pace, thrusting into her.
draco rocked his hips against hers, his cock going all in and out of her, he quickens his pace and pushing his cock deeper inside her, snapping and pounding harder into her making both of them moaning each other’s name out loud.
“your tits is teasing me” draco chuckles staring at her bouncing tits and he caught one of her nipple in his mouth, biting it softly making the girl screamed at the pain but quickly turns into pleasure as he sucking on them swirling his tongue around it.
“oh my god.. there dray! please please-” draco granted her wish and pounding harder into her spot sending her to the cloud nine, y/n dug her nails deeper on his back scratching it making him buried his face onto the crook of her neck to muffle his screams.
“oh- fuck i’m cumming draco!” y/n let her orgasm snapped through her body, it hits her hard that it makes her head dizzy, she wrapped her arms around his neck as draco keep thrusting to ride out her high and chasing his own.
“f-fuck y/n- take it all.” draco stilled and shoots all of his thick cum into his girlfriend, filling her up with his semen making the girl moaned at the feeling.
“how was it?” he asked as he lets her down slowly and gently to not making her fall.
“its perfect, just what i needed, dray.” y/n pulled him by the back of his neck and reconnecting their lips.
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this was short ik 😏
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Weigh Me Down
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader
Word Count: 4,221
Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad bod Hotch, Physical domination, Manhandling, Slapping, Choking, Mild breath play, Sir kink, Oral sex, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Biting, Begging, Dirty Talk
Summary: You always knew being the kind of girl who runs her mouth would get you in trouble eventually; you just had no idea how incredible being in trouble could feel. *Inspired by @unicornprancing.
Link to A03 or read below!
It’s always the quiet ones: it’s a cliché because it’s true, something you’ve never really given much thought to because you are not a quiet one. You talk a lot, laugh a lot, aren’t afraid to speak your mind—it can get you in trouble at work, when local law enforcement is being stubborn and you give them a piece of your mind, or when Hotch gives an order that makes no sense, like stay behind me.
Has he met you? You aren’t the stay behind me type, not by a long shot, so when he says that or something like that, it always leads to you running your big mouth and starting an argument.
You are surprised as hell when one of those arguments follows you back to the office and, in an apparent effort to get you to stop talking, Hotch presses your back against his closed door with his body and puts his hands on either side of your head, leaning in to kiss you rough and deep.
Kissing Hotch is not a thought you've ever entertained. It’s not that you don’t find him attractive—he’s pretty much everything you dream about in a man, tall and strong and commanding, with dark hair and big hands and a withering stare. It’s more that you are so different, that you are loud and lively where he is quiet and clearly repressed; the idea of the two of you together just doesn’t make sense, until it really, really does.
You fist your hands in his shirt, arch up to press your hips against his, and he puts his hands on your body and shoves you back against the door; there’s something hanging on the wall to your right, and its frame rattles with the force of it. You moan into the kiss, and he pulls back, panting, to look into your eyes.
“Was just trying to shut you up for a change,” he says, low, and you lick your lips, look over his face. He’s still angry, and his hands are hard on your hips, holding you down when you try to press up again. Your heart is pounding, your breathing harsh.
“It was working.” His eyes sweep over your lips, your heaving chest, and you suddenly want so many things, starting with his mouth on yours immediately. “Maybe try again.”
He tilts his head, looking like he can’t decide whether he wants to kiss you or purposefully deny you what you’re asking for, but ultimately he gives in, leans in, takes your face in one of his big hands and kisses you hard.
You twist your fingers tighter in his shirt, slip him your tongue, and struggle against his hand so he’ll let you make contact, so you can feel the raging hard-on he has to be sporting. He takes his hand off your hip, and you think you’ve won, but he slides a thigh between your legs instead, pins you against the door that way, and grabs your wrists; he pulls your hands away from his shirt despite your tightening grip, holds your arms over your head, and deepens the kiss, makes it wetter and messier.
All your life, you have wanted this: someone bigger and stronger who could handle you at your mouthiest, who could calm the fire that’s always raging inside you and wind you up at the same time. Men have always been intimidated because you’re in the FBI, or because you were a cop, and for those reasons you’re also physically more capable than they expect; plenty of guys enjoy having a girlfriend who can rough them up a little, but not the guys you want. The guys you want see your strength, your fortitude, and they go running.
Hotch knows all of this about you, and he’s not running.
Far from running, he is crowding you up against the door, his body and his hands and his unrelenting mouth bringing you such pleasure you’re tempted to try to rub off against his leg. You grind against it, more to see what he will do than to actually try to achieve anything, and he shifts so both of your wrists are in one hand, brings the other to your jaw to hold it still. When he stops kissing you, you whimper at the loss.
“No.” So deep it’s almost a growl, his command is one you can feel in your bones, and you swallow hard. Your eyes are fixed on his, and you grind up against him again; his hand flexes on your jaw, presses into the bone, and while that feels really good, there’s something you want even more. You cover his hand with yours—his grip loosens, either because he knows you’re trying to ask for more or because he thinks you’ve had too much—and slide it to your cheek.
You let him go, look up at him, breathless, and he pulls back and slaps your face: not too hard, or too soft, just enough to sting and soak your panties. You gasp, lick your lips, dazed, and he switches hands, hold your wrists together with one and slaps the opposite cheek with the other. He takes your jaw in his hand again, tilts your face up like he’s daring you to act up.
You contemplate it, quickly weigh the pros and cons—acting up is looking better by the minute—but someone comes up and knocks on the door, right behind your head.
Hotch drops your hands, steps back, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, try to snap out of the trance you’ve found yourself in. He turns around, presses his hand against the front of his pants, clears his throat and says, “come in.”
It’s JJ, and she gives the both of you a concerned once over when she enters; she was in the SUV with you on the way back from the airport, had a front row seat to the argument that started it all. You can’t imagine how you look—flushed, breathless, a little confused?—but Hotch somehow manages to look unaffected, like he’s really just been up here bickering with you all this time. You envy his composure.
“I was just getting ready to leave, wanted to make sure you guys didn’t need anything.” He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and looks over at you; you shake your head too, hope that your inability to do much more than stand there can be attributed to the fight she clearly thinks the two of you were having. “Okay then. Have a nice weekend,” she says, flashing a soft smile, and she leaves, closes the door behind her. Hotch blows out a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair.
“Look,” he says, and your heart sinks so fast. You really thought for a second that things might be different with him. That you finally found what you’d been looking for.
“No, I get it,” you manage to say, and your voice is rough, but you look him dead in the eye because that’s who you are. “You didn’t mean for it to go that far. We can pretend it didn’t happen.”
You’re surprised again when he frowns, shakes his head.
“No. Well, yes, but no. I didn’t mean to take it that far, I’ve never—I’ve never done that.” He wets his lips and takes a step closer to you, and already your body knows how to react to his proximity. It’s like a switch was flipped, and now it can’t be unflipped. “But I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen. Not if you don’t.”
You breathe heavily, let silence blanket the room for one heartbeat, two. Twenty.
“I don’t. I really don’t.” He takes another step closer, brings a hand to your cheek, but this time his touch is gentle.
“Then we won’t.”
His mouth, when it finds yours, is not gentle. It is bruising, probing, his tongue seeking yours, and you wrap your arms around his back, his shoulders, encourage it, until one of your hands drops to his belt and he grabs it, forces it down at your side.
“Not here,” he says through gritted teeth—probably because, while he’s saying no, the unmistakable bulge in his pants is actually begging yes. You move the hand he’s not holding, brush it through his hair, and he blinks slow. “Do you want to come home with me tonight?”
You’re pretty sure you’ve never wanted anything more in your goddamn life.
The ride to Hotch’s place is slightly awkward. You are both mostly silent, in that stage of the hookup where you’re both reliving how you got here, wondering what will happen, if this is the right thing, if it’s worth it.
From everything you’ve seen so far, it’s really fucking worth it.
His apartment is very nice, clean, kind of bare in that modern bachelor way. Yours isn’t much better, because you are always at work, always looking at photos of missing women instead of your family and friends. You run a hand along the sofa—large, black, suede—and comment on it just to say something, and he puts his hands gently on either side of your throat, kisses you, and looms over you so you are forced to settle back onto it.
You lay back, one foot on the floor and the other leg stretched along the length of the cushions, and he pushes his way between your knees, drapes himself over top of you, kisses some more. You run your hands over him because he lets you, truly feeling his body for the first time, and the thickness, solidness, softness has you moaning against his lips for more.
He leans up, takes one hand off your throat, and moves the other to the front of it, his fingers digging into the sides of your neck. The image of him on top of you like this, your literal life, safety, comfort in his hands… it’s intoxicating, and you nod just slightly, to let him know that if he wants, this is something he can have. Something he can take.
He bends down to brush his lips over yours, then over your throat, your ear. “Just a little,” he murmurs, squeezing tight. “I’d prefer to discuss it more—unless you wanted to stop and do that now.” There is a smirk in his voice when he says it, because he knows already that stopping is the furthest thing from your mind. You’ll take just a little, for now.
He leans up again, flexes that hand on your throat in a way that makes your eyelids flutter. With his free hand, he loosens the knot of his tie, pulls it off, starts slipping his buttons free.
Undressing himself on top of you, making eye contact, restricting your air supply—never before have you been willing to give a man free rein of your body, but there’s a first time for everything, and he’s quickly earning himself a key to your kingdom. Your body thrums at the idea of being at his complete mercy, tied up maybe, legs spread, edged with his mouth and hands until all you can do is whine his name and beg to come.
Your face heats, and you whimper, and he loosens his grip, brushes his thumb over your mouth.
“Good girl. Are you alright?” You lick your lips, swiping your tongue over the pad of his finger, and nod.
“Yes, sir.”
You would never be insubordinate—okay, you absolutely would be, have been, were earlier today—but authority is not really your friend, so you aren’t the type of person to throw sir around like it’s second nature. Your use of the title here is deliberate—call it a hunch—and when his eyes darken, it’s clear it’s worth swallowing your pride over.
He takes his hand off of you, makes quicker work of his shirt with both hands available to him. You look down at his crotch, and he pauses to bring his hands to yours, moves them to his belt, giving you permission to open it. The clink of the buckle feels obscene in his quiet apartment, and you untuck his shirt so he can pull it off, left only in a tight undershirt that emphasizes every curve of muscle, the bit of softness across his midsection. He’s perfect, and you run your hands over him, moan, make sure that he knows it.
He pulls your t-shirt off, unhooks your bra and kisses your throat, your chest, cups your breasts in his hands and teases your nipples with a pointed tongue. You let your head fall back, because it feels so good and you want to feel his tongue lower, wonder how he’d react to the taste of the slickness that’s been pooling in your panties since he slammed you up against that door.
“Fuck. Please.” He looks up at you from where he’s mouthing at your breasts, pulls off with a wet sound and rubs his hand up your chest to curl around your neck.
“You have to tell me what you want, sweetheart. I’m not a mind reader.” You whimper, and he presses his thumb into your mouth, lets you suck on it a moment before easing it out. “Always running your mouth, always disobeying me. Always have to have the last word. Where’s that mouthy girl now?” You stare up at him, say nothing, and he slaps your cheek, pushes two fingers into your mouth when it falls open in a moan.
He’s back to undressing one handed, stands while his fingers thrust over your tongue and pushes his pants down, his underwear. You moan when his cock springs up, big and full, and you bob your head a little so maybe he’ll get that you want to give him a sickeningly sloppy blow job.
“No, you don’t get this yet,” he says, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and spreading the wetness over the dark head of his dick. “You don’t get anything until I give it to you. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” you promise with a nod, and he pulls his undershirt off and works your pants open, drags them down your legs. He exhales deeply when presented with your panties—you’re certain they’re obscenely, visibly wet, and it’s confirmed when pulls them off and you can feel how messy you are, your sticky arousal coating your pussy, ass, and thighs.
He pushes your legs up, leans in, and swipes his tongue over you, from your opening to your clit, then over your inner thighs, and you moan, buck against him. Moving his hands to just behind your knees, he holds you tightly, lays his arms over the length of your pushed up thighs, presses down so you can’t move. You whimper at the restriction, and he presses harder, dives down to lick and kiss your pussy, to tug at your lips gently with his teeth.
“All this because of a little roughness?” he asks with a delicious jab of his tongue inside your aching hole. “Soaking your panties because I slapped your pretty face?” You pant, nod, and he rubs his tongue hard against your clit, gets you so close you can hear the change in your own voice as you moan, and then pulls back. “You’ve been needing someone to put you in your place for a while, haven’t you? Someone who can take hold of that smart mouth and render you silent. Do I have it right, baby?”
He has it exactly right and he knows it, only asks to hear you say the two words he probably never imagined he’d get out of you.
“Yes, sir.” It’s strained and weak, and he lays one forearm across your thighs, holds you down, and batters your clit with his tongue, rubs his huge hand over your hot, sensitive pussy until you come whining and trying desperately to move against him even though you can’t. “Oh my god, Hotch, fuck.”
He kisses you as soon as you sag against the sofa, groaning against your mouth, running his hands over your hips, and you are still trying to catch your breath when he gets his arms around you, scoops you up and carries you to his bedroom. From there, he tosses you roughly onto the bed, your body bouncing from the force, and then turns you over and wastes no time thrusting inside you, laying on top of you, his full weight all but guaranteeing you’ll come fast and hard.
“Does that feel good?” he grunts in your ear, pounding against your ass, and you whimper, claw at the sheets. He covers your hands with his, laces your fingers so you can't move them, pushes your hair off of the back of your neck with his nose. “Good girl, just lay there and take my cock. You aren’t the type to put up a fight, are you?”
That shouldn’t turn you on like it does, but you live to fight, and now that you have this incredible, sexy, strong man on top of you, dominating you the way you’ve only dreamed, it just comes naturally.
You try to buck back against his thighs but can’t because he’s so heavy, his thrusts so deep and rough. You try to get your arms free, whine when he holds your hands tighter, when he presses his biceps down against the backs of your arms so they can’t move at all. You thrash your head, moaning, loud, nearly primal sounds of pleasure, and he puts his mouth against the back of your neck, bites down hard like you’re an animal he’s forcing to submit.
“Settle, settle; just let me fuck you, let me come inside. You’re no match for me, sweetheart.” Your eyes roll back in your head as he speaks it into your ear, as he rocks his thighs against your ass, as you can feel the muscles of his stomach flex against your lower back. He uses your body, truly, every inch of it covered and compressed by the weight of him, forcing your breasts and clit to rub against the comforter; any one thing he’s doing would be enough, but all of it combined is almost too much, and you whimper, desperate, needy. “Too weak to do anything but let yourself be fucked, aren’t you? Whether or not we come is up to me.”
“Mmh, yes sir,” you breathe, and he leans in to bite the back of your neck again, possessive and rough. It sends a wave of arousal through your whole body, makes your pussy throb and ache. “Oh, god. Please, please make me come. Please use me to come.” Your voice is high, eager, so unlike you’ve ever heard it before that it somehow only adds to your pleasure.
“Using you, baby,” he groans in your ear, thrusting faster, harder, the fleshy smack of your thighs as he fucks and the wetness of your cunt as you take him in filthy and amazing. “I’ll make you come, I’ll come in you, if you promise to be a good girl for me. Are you a good girl?”
God, he’s really going to make you say this. Being a sweet, subservient girl is not in your nature, but it could be, for him. You’d be anything he wants you to be.
“Yes, sir,” you murmur, and he lifts one hand off of yours and puts it on the side of your head, pressing your cheek against the bed while he fucks you.
“Louder.”
“Yes, sir.” Your voice is louder, but less convincing, and he trails his lips over the curve of your ear, sinks his teeth into your exposed throat.
“Louder.” He punctuates it with a hard, almost brutal snap of his hips, and you can feel your orgasm so close, try not to become so focused on the feeling that you miss out on all the rest.
“Yes, sir, I’m a good girl. Please, please.” He picks up the pace, crushing you against the bed, beneath his weight, and you are sweaty, breathless, out of control—perfect.
“Yes you are, and you’re going to come for me.” Soft lips brush over the stinging bites he left on your neck, and he swipes his tongue over them, soothes them. “Who are you going to come for?”
“You, sir,” you gasp, body tensing, pussy clenching, and he groans.
“Who are you going to come for? I need a name, baby.” You whimper, moan, wish you could kiss him, taste him, and when you come it is violent, lengthy, gripping your whole body and dragging it somewhere you’ve never been.
“Aaron—oh, god, I’m coming for you, Aaron. Please, please.” Your eyes water as he fucks you through it, pumping deep until he spills inside you, panting that’s right, easy, just like that in your ear until he’s spent.
He settles on top of you, and the layer of sweat between you should feel disgusting, but it just makes you feel closer to him, like a good girl, like you earned the reminder of how hard you both worked, how hard you came.
He is all sweet kisses and gentle hands, asking if you are alright, praising your performance, your body; it feels so good, his velvet voice wrapping around you, his heavy body pressing down on yours.
You shower after that, so you can sleep; notorious insomniac that you are, he chuckles in your ear when you start to drift off in his arms almost instantly after he gets you both situated in bed.
You wake to gentle hands sweeping over your body. You are bruised where he held you down, sore all over in the very best way; you hum at his touch, turn to face him so you can collect soft, sleepy kisses. You drape your arm over his stomach, bury your face in his chest, and he rubs his hand over the back of your neck where you are bitten and raw and claimed. It turns you on—the feel, the memory, the implication—and he lays you back against the bed, puts a pillow under your ass, then settles between your legs and kisses your mouth.
“Going to make you feel really good, baby. Just do as I say, be a good girl, and I promise I’ll make you come.” You nod, tired but horny and ready to do as he says, and he leans up over you, wraps his hands around your shoulders, hooks his chin against your neck. His weight is pressing down on you again, but this time it’s different, sweeter and more intimate. You smile softly, wet your lips.
He slides inside you, maneuvers your legs up over his thighs, and rocks upward, his pelvis lined up in such a way that it rubs right over your clit. You moan, wrap your arms around his back, roll your hips while he grinds against you, pumping shallowly inside but, more importantly, stimulating your clit with each stroke.
“Aaron,” you sigh, holding him tightly while he moves against you, and you throw your head back, gasp and groan while his heavy body glides over yours, while he breathes roughly in your ear.
“Yes, baby. Feels good? Want your sweet pussy to feel good, after I was rough last night.”
“Yes, sir, feels good.” It leaves your mouth as a groan as he humps against you right over your clit, as he tilts his head to kiss you softly below your ear.
“Not sir right now, just Aaron.” You hum, clutch him tighter, move against him, feel the tip of his cock come so close to slipping out just to have it pushed carefully back inside.
“Feels really good. I’m close.” He grinds a little faster, body rolling harder against yours, and you shudder, dig your nails in, and climax, easy and slow and delicious. He praises you even though, again, you didn’t do much, then leans up on his forearms and pushes in fully, thrusts quick and deep. “Mmm, yeah. Want your come.” You pull him close for a kiss, grip his shoulders hard while he fucks you fast, desperate.
You kiss his arms when he comes, panting and gorgeous over you, and when he collapses onto you you wrap your arms and legs around him, hold him tightly, and hum.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” he asks, knows that sound, and you press your lips to his shoulder.
“Just thinking how nice this is. How I like that last night isn’t all you want from me.” He makes eye contact, smooths your hair back, brushes a kiss against your mouth.
“I want anything—everything. I think we could be really good together, despite our differences… if that’s something you want.” You nod, smile softly, and he reciprocates, leans in for more easy kisses. “One thing, though: when I tell you to stay behind me, stay behind me.” Your smile melts into a scowl.
“You wouldn’t tell Derek to stay behind you!”
“Why are you comparing yourself to Derek? Why are you comparing at all, I told you—”
“I know what you told me, and it’s bullshit, so forgive me if I—”
“I don’t forgive you, actually, and if you keep talking back to me—”
“What are you going to do?”
He demonstrates. It’s extremely effective.
You still don’t stay behind him when he tells you to.
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Nasty
Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky x Reader
Summary: You discover that Bucky, a black shirt and a wrist watch is a dangerous combination.
Word Count: 1,957
Warnings: TFATWS SPOILERS!!! Bucky in THAT tight black shirt, fingering, fucking on the counter, a lil’ bit of choking, very tiny hint at pain kink???
A/N: Like I said, I will never shut up about Bucky in that black shirt and the veins on his fucking arm!!!!!!! Dedicated to my nasty boo and wifey @bitchassbucky @sarge-barnes-sir because I know how thirsty we are for episode 4 Bucky 🥰🥰🥰
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All your thoughts flew right outside the window the moment Bucky barged into the mansion, his footsteps heavy and a scowl etched on his face. Shrugging off his jacket, it was revealed that he was merely sporting a tight black shirt which showed off his body perfectly.
The sleeves were so tight around his bicep that you couldn’t even comprehend whatever it was that Bucky was talking about. And those veins on his right arm? You had to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent a needy whine from escaping your throat.
Bucky looked ravishing in that simple outfit and the watch wrapped around his wrist did nothing to alleviate your thirst for the man.
You and Bucky have been dancing around each other since the two of you met. A little bit of flirting here and there, a few innuendos in between conversations— it was pretty obvious that there was a mutual attraction involved. However, no one seemed to be bold enough to actually do something about the spark.
But with how Bucky was unconsciously flexing his right arm as he poured himself a drink or crossed his arms over his broad chest, you weren’t sure for how long you would be able to to hold back.
“You listening still or have we lost you halfway through this discussion?” Bucky asked, eyeing you suspiciously before taking a sip from his drink.
“Huh?” You blinked in confusion, your eyes landing on his arm yet again and taking in how prominent his veins were.
What you wouldn’t do to run your fingers against that arm or to have your tongue trace that particular vein. Majority of people often paid attention to Bucky’s vibranium arm and you had to admit, you used to have nasty thoughts about it as well.
But Bucky’s flesh arm? It stirred something in you, something filthy and primal and you badly needed to do something to address it.
“I don’t think we had her attention in the first place. Since you arrived, at least.”
You turned to Sam with a glare, “Sam.” You warned.
He merely shrugged with a teasing grin before standing up, “Just saying.” He defended before excusing himself, disappearing into one of the many rooms in the mansion.
Bucky took another sip from his drink as he watched you react to his arm, your lips parting as you followed its every movement. You imagined clawing at that arm, nails scratching at his skin as you grabbed onto it while Bucky pounds into you. Or how that arm would reach around to hold your back against his chest, keeping you in place with his hand wrapped around your throat while he fucks you from behind.
“You’re thinking of something.” Bucky said.
“Want to guess?” You asked breathlessly when you noticed the look Bucky was giving you.
Oh, he knows what you were thinking about, probably because he was thinking about it too. The harmless flirting had been going on for far too long, building up the tension between you both until it reached its boiling point.
The only question was, who’s going to snap first?
“If I guess correctly, what’s in it for me?” Bucky curiously asked, raising a brow at you.
“I’ll do anything you ask of me.” You answered quickly before leaning against the countertop using your forearms.
“Anything, huh? That’s interesting.” Bucky said, mimicking your stance on the other side of the counter.
Bucky’s nose almost brushed against yours at the close proximity and that alone made your pussy throb. Fuck, you were going to snap first and Zemo be damned, you were going to get down and dirty with Bucky even if he was in the same room.
“So, any guesses?” You asked as you stared at Bucky’s lips.
“You want to take me to bed.” Bucky responded so casually, but his voice was an octave lower, raspier.
A quick shuffle followed by an emphasized cough interrupted the moment. You turned your neck and saw Zemo dusting off his coat.
“I better go and give the both of you some privacy.” He awkwardly said before slipping into a room, closing the doors immediately.
When you turned back to Bucky, his eyes were darker than before and his breathing heavier. “Gotta say, that man knows how to read the room.”
Bucky snapped first. And thank the horny gods he did because you couldn’t wait until tonight to show him how much you wanted him.
He grabbed you by the back of your head and kissed you, a moan slipping past your lips when he pulled you closer ignoring the counter that was separating you both. The edge was digging against your chest and albeit uncomfortable, you pushed yourself further to return Bucky’s kiss with the same fervor. He took it as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, entangling it with yours as he deepened the kiss.
Bucky was leaving you breathless with his kiss, only pulling away to let you climb up the counter until you were seated right in front of him with your legs on either side of his hips.
“Fuck me, Bucky. God, please.” You begged and grabbed his arms, moaning when you felt his right bicep flex beneath your fingers.
Bucky bit your lower lip and tugged at it, grunting as he popped the button of your jeans with his right hand. He literally popped off the button and sent it flying somewhere. The display of his strength just turned you on even more and you grabbed Bucky by the neck to kiss him again.
You squeaked into his mouth when he wrapped his vibranium arm around your lower back, pulling you down from the counter and then spinning you around.
“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll feel me in between your legs for weeks.” He growled into your ear as he harshly pulled down your jeans until it reached your thighs.
Your hands gripped the edge of the counter, your back arching when you feel Bucky’s metal hand reach around to part your pussy lips, spreading your wetness around using his middle finger.
“All this for me?” Bucky rasped into your ear.
A whine came out as a respond as you eagerly nodded your head, “All for you.” You managed to whimper.
Bucky began to rub your cunt, making you press your ass against his crotch. His right hand moved to grip your shirt in the middle, literally tearing it apart. It wasn’t a secret that Bucky had super strength and that his vibranium arm was an advantage. Seeing him show what strength his right arm had, by shredding your shirt into pieces, it made your entire body buzz from pure unadulterated need.
You needed Bucky to manhandle you, to use his brute strength to ruin you.
“You’re so turned on right now, aren’t you? Fuck, you enjoy it when I’m rough with you.” Bucky darkly chuckled before unclasping your bra, setting your breasts free for him to grope.
Bucky then moved back but only to shove down his jeans until his hard cock bobbed free, hitting your ass in the process. He wasted no time to spread your cheeks apart and you bent down willingly, sticking your ass out invitingly.
“You want this so bad, you’re fucking dripping.” Bucky groaned at the sight of your glistening pussy.
He held his cock and slowly pushed it in, letting out a growl at how easily he slid in from how wet you were. Inch by inch, you felt his cock drag along your channel until he was fully seated within your warmth.
“Bucky...” you elicited a moan. “You fill me up so good...” you breathed out, pushing back to feel more of him.
The way you clenched around his cock drove Bucky wild, his right arm immediately wrapping around you to grip your throat. Bucky pulled you upright as he started pistoling his hips against yours, fucking you hard and fast against the counter.
You grabbed his arm with both hands, nails finally digging onto his skin as you focused on how Bucky was fucking you so good. It was even better than you had imagined. His metal hand on your hip, fingers gripping you hard enough to leave you with bruises; his right arm keeping you flush against his hard chest, holding onto you so tight you could actually feel the band of his watch digging against the skin on your chest.
Only Bucky’s grunts together with your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin was heard from then on. You were deep into your pleasure to even speak or call out his name.
Bucky wasn’t even done fucking you but you were already out of it, close to delirious even.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Bucky bit your earlobe at the same time his metal fingers pressed your clit.
Choking on a moan, your body trembled as you violently came on Bucky’s cock, your fingers scratching at his right arm as you rode out your orgasm wave after wave.
“God, so fucking tight. Can I cum inside you, baby?” Bucky moaned and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on your jaw, sucking the skin just beneath your ear.
You nod enthusiastically, humming in approval as you moved your hips to match Bucky’s brutal thrusts.
“Gonna cum, baby. Fuck!”
Warm ropes of Bucky’s release filled you up, his hips continuing to thrust into you as he let your pulsating cunt milk his cock dry. Bucky fell forward, supporting his weight with his hands on the countertop to prevent his huge body from crushing you.
Bucky pressed a kiss on the back of your head as he let go of your neck, pulling his softening member out of your pussy and tucking it back into his jeans.
He rubbed your back and allowed you to catch your breath, taking your rest as a chance to look down at your pussy as his cum seeped out of it. Bucky licked his lips at the sight and used two of his flesh fingers to push back his release into your cunt before lifting your underwear and jeans up.
“Am I dead?” You asked when Bucky spun you around again.
He chuckled and kissed you, fixing your bra and clasping it back on. Bucky wrapped his jacket around your body, apologizing for ripping your shirt apart.
“You back, baby?” Bucky asked as he moved your hair away from your face.
You looked spent and well-fucked. He could see the mark that his watch left on your chest and felt bad because it obviously caused you pain.
“Sorry for this...” he mumbled as his fingers reluctantly traced the mark.
You let out a breathy laugh, “It’s okay. I like it.” You admitted, reaching out to hold Bucky’s right arm.
“I like this too.” You said, letting a finger trace the prominent vein on his arm.
Sliding your finger upwards, you reached the sleeve of Bucky’s shirt and tug at it. “And this one as well.” You smirked.
Bucky nuzzled your nose with his, “I guessed what’s on your mind correctly, didn’t I?” He asked with a grin.
You’d almost forgotten about the little game from earlier. Truth to be told, you sort of forgot everything that took place before Bucky fucked your brains out.
“You didn’t just guess it, you actually showed it.” You said with a chuckle.
“Yeah well, it wasn’t that hard to figure out when you’ve been shamelessly eye-fucking me since I took off my jacket.” Bucky gloated teasingly.
You groaned in embarrassment, “That obvious, huh?”
“Yup and you know what? I think I’d like it too if I saw you wearing my shirt. Just my shirt.”
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The Boyz NSFW Scenarios
Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) - Intoxicated [Requested]
Request: dom Hyunjae + overstimulation
badboy! ceo! Hyunjae x PA! fem! reader
Warnings: petnames, dirty talk, slight degradation, a lot of grinding lol, some choking, Hyunjae is a narcissist here
Finally finished this one for @jaepocket ! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it 💕hope you don't mind that I made Hyunjae an asshole lol
Work parties have taken a toll on your boss, and as the best personal assistant in the world, you help him home.
You kept a watchful eye over your boss throughout the Christmas party. Year-end parties were lined up back-to-back for the most influential entrepreneur under 30 in Seoul. Jaehyun was being extra charming tonight, wooing men and women alike with his dazzling smile, charisma, and powerful aura. He knew he was untouchable, and it showed in his walk. Long legs that could rival any model, perfectly coiffed light brown hair, and a designer tailored suit hugging him in all the right places, showing off his broad shoulders. He glances over to you, and shoots you a wry smile from across the room. No one else might have noticed, despite the fact that everyone who spoke to him couldn't take their eyes off him, but a subtle flush dusted his cheeks and there was a slight glassiness in his eyes that alerted you. Jaehyun has definitely had too much to drink. You stride over to him, and he politely excuses himself from the flock of older women giggling and sidling up to him, and meets you halfway on the dance floor.
He walks to you with a slight wobble, and reaches out to steady himself... by grabbing your hips. "Hey you," he grins, thumbs softly rubbing your waist through the thin material of your dress. You resist the shiver that runs down your spine, the warmth emanating from his hands a welcome sensation since the place was freezing. A mansion full of people and it was still cold? The hosts hadn't bothered to turn the heaters on. That's probably how the rich stay rich, you supposed. It definitely didn't help that you were wearing a skin-tight cocktail dress, with a little slit up the thigh. "Sir, I think you've had enough to drink tonight," you murmur, gently tucking a lock of golden hair back into place. Jaehyun grimaced. He had a glass of wine with every group that approached him that night, and he wasn't feeling too well now, considering everyone wanted to meet with the Lee Jaehyun™, one of Seoul's most prominent and eligible bachelors.
"Let's get you home then, sir, you really need some rest. Or rather, your liver does," you sigh, offering your arm for him to hold on to so he doesn't fall flat on his face in public, possibly ruining his reputation. He lets out a hearty laugh, and intertwines his arm with yours, trying to maintain a power walk out of the place, nodding at other party-goers that greet him in passing. He gratefully gulps the fresh air outside as you wait for his chauffeur to pull up in his stupidly expensive limousine, helping him to clamber gracefully into the backseat once it arrives. You're about to shut the door to book a ride home for yourself when he tugs on your arm, a blazing fire in his eyes as he looks up at you, and you know he wants you to come home with him tonight.
You glance around quickly, making sure no one is watching you get into the car with him, but really, who would question a PA ensuring that her drunken boss gets home safely? You quietly slip into the plush leather seats, leaving a space between you two just in case he feels stuffy or nauseous. Jaehyun roughly loosens his tie, and you can't help but stare at his large, veiny hands. Before you can snap out of it, he catches your eye and smirks, using those very hands to yank you closer, almost sitting on his lap. You yelp in surprise, your hands flying up to his broad shoulders. He smashes his lips onto yours, messy with tongue and teeth and a moan escapes you when you taste the sweet alcohol on his tongue. His warm hands roam all over your body, deftly pulling up the hem of your short dress so he can run his hands up your thighs and grope your plump behind. "Been staring at your ass all night, who said you could wear a dress like this?" he growls against your lips, squeezing the flesh tightly to prove his point.
You weakly push him away, and he stares at you, offended that you don't seem to want him, when you're usually so pliant and obedient for him. "I don't think we should do this, sir, you're not thinking straight," you stutter. Jaehyun barks out a laugh, startling you. "Am I? I'm not drunk, kitten, I only spoke and acted like that so we could get out of that damned party. And maybe I'm not thinking straight, because all I've been thinking about the whole time is ripping that fucking dress off your body, you fucking minx," he snarls, grabbing you again and manhandling you to straddle his lap, sounding completely clear and level-headed. He had everyone fooled; even you, and a crushing disappointment engulfs your heart.
You don't get to feel sorry for yourself though, because Jaehyun is pulling you close, grinding the obvious bulge in his slacks against your clothed pussy as he makes out with you again. You let him run his hands all over you, feeling his lips trail down the side of your lips and down your neck, smudging your lipstick everywhere. Jaehyun doesn't care, clearly, he just wants to make a mess out of you, and you gladly let him, both of you so absorbed in each other that you didn't feel the car roll to a stop. You hadn't even noticed the opaque partition had been pulled up until you heard the electronic buzz of it being lowered, and the indifferent voice of the chauffeur came through. "We've arrived at your destination, sir and miss."
Without so much as a thank you, Jaehyun flings the door open and tugs you into the building's lobby. He owns the whole building obviously, but he lives in the penthouse suite, swiping his keycard to unlock his private elevator. He wastes no time attaching his lips to the back of your neck as he presses you up against the walls of the elevator, grinding on your ass the whole way up. He leaves you panting when the doors open, and he goes to punch in his keycode. The lock beeps, and Jaehyun snarls when he's halfway through the door and you're still lagging behind, knees too wobbly to walk properly thanks to his earlier ministrations. "What are you waiting for kitten?" You shake your head, embarrassed that sloppy make-outs and grinding like lovesick teenagers is enough to make your head spin.
Jaehyun strides towards the bedroom, stripping his expensive clothes as he went, but instead of making a right turn to the master bedroom as he usually does, he makes a left to the guest bedroom. You don't have time to ponder, because he's pulling you in and shoving you onto the bed, dark eyes staring you down as he fumbles with his belt. The intensity of his gaze makes you tremble. Is it from fear, excitement, or a morbid combination of both? He finally gets all his clothes off, and his hard cock is swinging heavily with every step he takes towards the bed. He prowls, like a predator, and you're too petrified to even strip or prepare yourself, but apparently that didn't matter to him.
"You still on the pill?" Jaehyun demands, and you nod feverishly. "Good." And with that he rips your lacy panties off in one fluid motion, and hikes your dress up to bunch up around your waist. You hear the material rip, but before you could bemoan the hefty price tag, Jaehyun slides his throbbing cock inside you, making you arch your back as you moan loudly at the intrusion. He gives you barely any time to adjust, knowing how much you like taking it raw, and starts thrusting harshly. You can't help but moan loudly, almost going cross-eyed from the mixture of pain and pleasure. You clamp a hand over your mouth when a particularly shrill moan slips from your lips, but Jaehyun tugs it away, wanting to hear how good he makes you feel. It's nothing more than an ego boost for him, but you comply.
Jaehyun gets sick of missionary fairly quickly. He does enjoy seeing your pretty face contort with pleasure, and watch your makeup run. But he likes fucking you from the back even more, loves the way you get on all fours for him, loves the way your ass jiggles when he spanks you, and loves how your legs give way when he's done making you see stars. He pulls out for a moment, flipping you over onto your hands and knees easily, ignoring the surprised gasp you make when he shoves his cock back into you. He picks up the pace, hitting your g-spot dead-on with this new angle. He wraps a hand around your throat, the expensive gold bands adorning his fingers pressing delightfully into your windpipe. He squeezes lightly as he slams into your core, and you scream, climaxing without warning.
The sudden clench around Jaehyun's dick has him swearing lowly. "Did I say you could cum, kitten? You know you have to ask for permission," he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm, maintaining his relentless pace. Your head is foggy, and you try to apologize, but every sharp thrust Jaehyun makes cuts your words off. He doesn't let up, using you to chase his own climax, slightly aggravated by yours. He presses down the middle of your shoulder blades, pushing you down further into the sheets so you're not holding yourself up with your hands anymore. You're grateful, because you can barely support yourself anymore, and you need a break. Except he doesn't give you one, hoisting you up by the hips to pummel even faster and harder into you, and your upper half is practically dragging along the sheets with every snap of his hips.
The delightfully torturous graze of silk sheets against your raw nipples, and the rough pads of Jaehyun's fingers relentlessly abusing your swollen clit sends you teteering close to the edge again. You can't cum, no, you won't cum until he tells you to. You want to be good for him, even though you're so close to climax again that it hurts. You hold out, gripping the sheets so hard that your knuckles turn white, when a particularly hard press against your clit and a low growl of "Cum for me now, kitten" sends you screaming once more, vision turning white as your searing-hot orgasm rips through your body.
You barely register Jaehyun's groan as he continues grinding into your g-spot, your pussy clenching almost painfully tightly around him, milking his cock dry as he blows his load deep into your warmth. You collapse forward onto the bed, trembling from exhaustion, chest heaving desperately to replenish your lungs with oxygen. Your whole body is sore and you know it's probably going to be worse tomorrow, and dark fingerprints are going to decorate your skin too. Above you, Jaehyun is still holding your hips up, pulling out of you with a grunt, cock hanging limply as he pants harshly. He watches idly as his cum drips out of your abused cunt, trickling down your legs, and drops your legs unceremoniously.
He stretches his legs, and gathers his sweat-drenched, possibly cum-stained designer clothing off the floor as he walks towards the door. "Clean yourself up, you know where everything is. I need you in the office early tomorrow morning." Jaehyun utters without so much as a glance back at your naked body, and the door shuts behind him with a loud click that echoes through the suddenly cold room. You hear him humming to himself and drawing a bath, and you shut your eyes, trying to suppress a sob at how horrible you feel, both physically and emotionally. Sex with Jaehyun was always hot, rough and mind-blowing, but recently you realize you always felt empty afterwards. Because he'll immediately turn cold once he's gotten his fix, leaving you to clean up after yourself and sometimes even make you hail a cab to go home afterwards. At least tonight he let you stay over, even though it's in the cum-stained bed in the guest room, without any post-coital care.
As you lay there, fresh hot tears stream down your cheeks, and you wonder if all the alcohol in the world could wash away the pain you felt of being used as Jaehyun's personal fucktoy; manipulating you into catering to his every whim and then carelessly throwing you aside once he's done.
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