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hopelessly devoted to you

— mob! bucky barnes x housewife! reader

summary || bucky loves playing games with you, and like the innocent doe you are, you always get trapped.

warnings || literally all of our fantasy to be a cute housewife for bucky. shameless smut. unprotected sex. housewife kink. cockwarming. masturbation. edging. orgasm control/denial. punishments. fingering. creampie. oral sex. somnophilia. praise kink. dacryphilia. innocence kink. corruption kink. possessive bucky. mean bucky. filthy bucky. a lot of dirty talk. horny thots. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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this is probably the freakiest thing I’ve written,.. like feminism is out of the window

“Dinner’s ready!“ you happily chimed as you opened the door to his study. But your smile dropped into a frown when you saw him sitting in front of a pile of papers. His eyes darted up from the paper he was reading and when he saw you, his lips twitched into a smirk than his usual smile.

“Are you very busy? Should I go?” You asked in a meek voice. You were very well aware of what your husband did, but you never interfered in it. Bucky made you happy and loved you more than anyone else ever could, and you honestly didn’t want anything else from your life.

Bucky’s eyes trailed down to the way you were fidgeting with the hem of your skirt; it was your nervous tic and Bucky hated nothing more than seeing you anxious. “I’m never too busy for my wife.” Your face instantly lit up and you let go of your skirt. “Come here.”

You happily sauntered over to his chair and sat down on his welcoming lap. He buried his nose in your neck and breathed in your scent. “Mmm… you’re so sweet for me, my sunshine.” He mumbled against your skin sending down little vibrations. “Bucky,…” you breathed out.

He darted out his tongue to lick a wide stripe of your neck and goosebumps erupted on your skin. He wrapped his flesh arm around your thigh while his metal arm was still clutching the papers. You sucked in a sharp breath when his hand slid past your skirt and rubbed your warm pussy.

Bucky treated you like a queen, and all you had to do do was follow a few of his rules. Not wearing panties around him, was one of them. You squirmed in his lap when his fingers started circling your excited clit. He held you tighter when wriggled and moaned.

“Don’t you think it’s cold?” Bucky’s voice was thick with lust. You were distracted as it is, as his lips kept on nibbling on your sensitive neck. Your body was heated up due to his ministrations, and even without that, you were sure the room was fairly warm. “N.. no.” You stuttered.

“I think it’s chilling. Now, don’t you wanna keep me warm?” He asked playfully. “Sure.” You replied without thinking much. Bucky chuckled against your throat and you knew he was up to no good. You were married to him for nearly a year and knew him much before that, yet he never stopped surprising you with his wicked ways.

You gasped when Bucky spread your legs further apart until they were dangling down from his thighs. He hummed as he spread your slick around your sopping folds. “So wet for me, just like a good wife should be.”

You pressed yourself to his chest and arched your back when two of his thick fingers entered you. He pumped them in a steady pace as if he didn’t want to stimulate you as much as he wanted to stretch you. “You’re so tight sweetheart, as if I don’t fuck you every night.”

If there was one thing about Bucky, it was that he couldn’t keep his mouth shut during sex. But his filthy words only spurred you on. His metal arm was curled around your hip as he fingered you with his other arm. “I think that’s enough warm up.” He chuckled as he scissored his fingers within you.

He pulled out his fingers and brought them to your mouth and you obediently sucked on them. You were desperate by the sudden lack of stimulation and you started moving your hips to get at least some friction. “Be patient.” He chastised.

You cracked a smile when you heard him open the zip of his slacks. You hissed as he position his hard length against your needy hole. You sighed as his thick head sank in and he kept pulling you down until he completely filled you out.

You bit down on your lip with excitement as you knew what was to come. But all your guesses went down the drain when he left you just like that and started looking through the papers again. Just his metal arm was holding you still while he checked the papers with his right hand.

“Bucky?” He only hummed in response as his eyes skimmed through the fine print of words on the paper. His lack of attention you to was only arousing you more as you felt your juices leaking around his cock. “Aren’t you.. umm,.. aren’t you going to fuck me?” You asked genuinely.

“No baby. I told you I was cold. But now you are keeping me warm, aren’t you?” Your eyes widened in realisation and you nearly came on spot. Bucky had told you many times before as he fucked you that he wanted you to keep his cock warm, you hadn’t expected him to do it right now. Not that you were complaining.

Unable to do much, you just sagged back against his broad chest. Your vision was hazy and you couldn’t really see what was written on those papers, neither did you want to. Your entire concentration was pulled towards his cock stuffed inside you and the constant throbbing of your nub.

You didn’t really know how much time had passed as you were too out of it to realise, but by now, you were craving the friction. His cock was snug against your walls and you wanted him to move, desperately. You tried your best to stay still, but couldn’t anymore.

You gripped the oak table in front of you and tried fucking yourself on his cock. But Bucky was quick to hold you still and you nearly wanted to cry as he clicked his tongue. “Sweetheart, can’t you see I’m busy? I just wanted you to keep me warm, not distract me. Can’t you even do that for me?”

“Bucky but..” your voice was low with hurt as you hated disappointing Bucky. “Shhh…” he pressed a kiss against your temple and it was enough to shut you up. You were hoping for even a little bit of relief, but that never came.

Instead, Bucky pulled out of you and zipped himself back up. He arranged the papers back on the desk and pushed your skirt down. You whined in complaint and before you could say anything, Bucky just patted your ass and announced, “Let’s have dinner!”

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You rubbed your thighs together to alleviate the ache persistent at your core. You turned around on the bed to see Bucky sleeping by your side. You never before had the urge to wake up him as you did now; how could he possibly sleep so peacefully when you were literally burning with need at his side.

You had picked at your dinner as your hunger wasn’t really related to food. You had hopes in your heart that he would give you what you wanted at least when you went to bed. But Bucky simply went to sleep after giving you a forehead kiss.

You felt like it was strung tight with tension and needed something, anything, or relieve it. At this point, your body was so sensitive to touch that even the bedsheets felt rough. Even you didn’t know how your hand landed between your legs, but you chewed your lips as you got an idea.

You cleared your throat to see if Bucky was awake, and when he didn’t respond, you sighed. You spread your legs on the bed and closed your eyes as you imagined Bucky. Your fingers danced along your thighs before dipping into your wet pussy.

Little sparks travelled down to your toes as you flicked your clit. Your responsive nub was throbbing with need and you sank down into the bed as your fingers soothed your ache. Your fingers clutched the sheets and your teeth sank into your bottom lip to keep moans from spilling out.

Your back arched when you pushed two of your fingers into your sopping hole. The fingers weren’t nearly enough for the delicious stretch of Bucky’s cock, but at least this was better than nothing. You were dripping wet and your fingers made a squelching noise as you pumped them into your hole.

You weren’t able to reach the special spots that Bucky was able to, but since you were so delirious with the need to get pleasured, your fingers did just fine in calming the fire in your core. You were wriggling on the bed as you felt yourself getting close.

Your toes curled as you rubbed your clit with your hand and curled your fingers into you. After all this time of being on the edge, you relaxed as you knew you were going to melt into the oncoming orgasm. But right as you were about to cum, Bucky’s hand wrapped around your wrist.

Your fingers slipped out of your entrance with a pop, which made you wince. Your face burned with embarrassment as Bucky caught you red handed. But even more frustrating than that was you were just about to cum, but Bucky had prevented that from happening.

“What were you doing sweetheart?” Despite the deceptive nickname, his tone was purely condescending. You opened your mouth to speak back, but you weren’t able to comprehend anything. His eyes were hard in the dim moonlight that seeped through. “And who gave you the permission to touch my pussy?”

One of his rules was to not touch yourself unless he tells you to. You didn’t know what exactly to feel — anger that he denied you your release, or guilt that you broke his rule. Somehow, both of them clouded your thought and you couldn’t convey either. Instead you just laid back and stared at Bucky with wide eyes.

“Now tell me, do you deserve a punishment, or not?” You knew this wasn’t a question. Your eyes pricked with tears as you murmured, “This isn’t fair.” Bucky just gave a cruel smile as he held your jaw in a firm grip. He pressed a gentle kiss to your pouty lips before speaking.

“How is this not fair? Hmm. Do you even know how difficult it was for me to not fuck you right on that table? I was going to give it to you baby, I promise. I just wanted you to be my good girl. But no. You can’t even be good for me.” His words made you tear up and Bucky shamelessly licked your salty tears.

You cried harder when you realised that all of this had been his trap. And like the innocent doe you were, you were trapped. You wanted to hate the games he played with you, but you just couldn’t. Both, him and you knew that you loved it.

“What’s your colour?” Bucky asked. You couldn’t help but crack a small smile, “Green.” Was your quick reply. The fact that you were in control of the situation and Bucky would never do anything to actually hurt you, made you preen.

“Good. Now back to my question. Do you deserve a punishment or not.” Bucky mused. You gulped nervously before answering, “Yes.” In the next instant, Bucky’s lips descended upon yours. The kiss was rough and dominating and yet it made you swoon.

You moaned into the kiss as Bucky spread your legs apart and seated himself in between. You panted for breath as he pulled away before clutching your night gown and pulling it above your head. The cold night air prickled your heated body.

He discarded the clothes he slept in and you roved your hand over his corded muscles. You could see how desperate even he was as he rubbed the head of his cock over your drenched folds. He swirled against your clit and your breath hitched.

“Your pussy looks so needy. Does it hurt sweetheart?” His eyes were zeroed down on the mess your pussy was making. You nodded at his words because though they were humiliating, it was true. “Do you wanna cum on cock?” He had this glint in his eyes which made you think twice.

“Yes please.” You whined. You still didn’t know what he was going to do to you as he still hadn’t told you about your punishment. The anticipation was only adding to the arousal coursing through your veins. “Hmm… so your punishment for acting like a bad girl is, you don’t get to cum tonight.”

Your eyes flew open and before you could complain for him to reconsider, he entered you in a single hard stroke. All your thoughts left your head when he seated himself deep inside you, filling you up to your brim. Your legs shook and you curled your fingers in his bulging biceps, leaving indented marks in the shape of your nails.

Bucky’s thrusts were hard and precise. He was set on a goal and the goal was to wreck you. The bed rattled with the force of his movements as he fucked into you while still holding your jaw. “Buc… Bucky Please!” You begged when you surpassed the initial shock.

“That’s right baby. Beg for me. Beg for me to let you cum. Who knows, your needy whines my change my decision.” You knew it was nearly impossible. Once Bucky was set on something, nothing in this world could change his decision. But the little hope that you could still get your much needed release made your heart soar.

“Please… please let me cum. I.. ahh.. I’ll be good.” Your tried your best to plead while he fucked you within an inch of your life. “Now that’s not very convincing you see. You’ve disappointed me a lot today sweetheart. And though it breaks my heart, I have to teach you how to be a good wife.”

Your head was spinning and as Bucky continued his dirty talk. Your mouth was open as moans and little whimpers spilled out of it. You honestly didn’t know if you could stop yourself from coming and you shivered at the thought of what Bucky would do if you broke his rule again.

“Now tell me sweetheart, you could’ve opened your mouth and asked me. Have I ever denied you anything?“ you had no idea how Bucky was speaking like that while rutting into you. You opened your mouth to speak but all that came out with a moan of Bucky’s name.

“Did you get shy? Huh?” He squeezed your jaw and you mumbled a strained yes. “You get all shy to ask your own husband to fuck you, but all that shyness is gone when you shamelessly touch your pussy while he is right next to you.” His words were pushing you further and you squealed out, “Fuck!”

“What did you just say? Good wives are not supposed to curse. Guess I have to fuck those filthy words outta your mouth.” Bucky’s thrust were getting unrelenting as he was losing his rhythm and you knew he was close.

“Bucky please! I’ll be good for you….. So good. The best!… Please let me me cum. Please..,,. I’m sorry Bucky! Please I’m so so sorry. Just let me cum. I promise I won’t.. I won’t do it again.” You were past the point of coherence and the only thing you cared about in this world, was getting to cum.

“Aww poor baby. You’re such a mess. Do you even know how much I love to see you wrecked like this?” He pressed kisses over your face before continuing. “But no. You don’t get to cum. And if you do, sweetheart, you won’t like what happens next.” The warning in his words was clear.

“Tell me you need me to fill you up. Cum so deep within you that you feel me for days. Tell me you’ll be my good wife and take my seed.” With the way he was hitting your special spot over and over again, thinking and speaking was very difficult and yet, you tried. “Bucky.. please fill me up! I need your cum! Please! I’ll be your good wife..!”

That was all Bucky needed as he came deep inside you. His rough grunts and moans were like music to your ears. And somehow seeing him reach his peak, made you happy too. You squirmed on the bed as you felt his hot seed fill you until it leaked from besides his cock.

You knew you were right at the edge, and yet you didn’t cum. You just couldn’t. You didn’t know if it was your determination to please Bucky, or his sheer command over you. But you lay there, a shivering and trembling mess, as he pulled out of you.

“You were so good for me sweetheart. You’ve made me so proud.” His words suddenly made you feel less empty and you turned around to see him. He pressed loving kisses to your face and you smiled through your tears. “Really?” You asked almost unbelieving.

“Yes. You were the absolute best. My best girl. I love you.” Hearing him say this felt even more blissful than your impending orgasm. Though he said these words every night and morning, listening to them never failed to make you happy.

“I love you too.” You mumbled hazily. He circled his arms around you and pulled you tight against him. “Sleep sweetheart. I promise I’ll wake you up with a gift.” You were actually on edge, but the days fatigue had tired you and Bucky’s promise of a gift made you excited for tomorrow as you drifted into dreamland.

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You feel as if you’re drowning through the saccharine sweetness of thick honey as you arise from the deep depths of sleep. Your body feels electric and alive and you can’t tell the reason until you open your eyes and see Bucky between your thighs.

You gasp as you feel him lapping up your pussy and you weave your hands through his thick hair. His hands were holding your thighs wide apart and keeping you from wriggling. Your back arched involuntarily as he sucked on your clit.

“Bucky..” his name spilled out of your lips and he looked up at you. His blue eyes were sparkling with mischief in the morning sun. Seeing that you were awake, he doubled down his efforts. The room was filled with the noise of your moans and his hungry laps.

You clutched his hair tighter as his tongue entered your wet channel. He hummed into your pussy and the vibrations travelled up your spine. Your legs were trembling around his head and your toes curled as he ate you out like a starved man.

His beard was rubbing deliciously over your sensitive thighs and this roughness was only adding to the overall pleasure. Bucky knew your body better than even yourself, and he knew exactly what to do to make you lose your mind.

You were strung up as it is, and under Bucky’s precise ministrations, it didn’t take you much time to unravel. Your entire body felt as if it was cotton candy melting into the gentle embrace of water. The calm floaty feeling overtook you as every nerve in your body was set alight.

Bucky didn’t stop throughout your orgasm and lapped up all that you gave him. He pulled back only when he was satisfied, and that was when your entire body had gone lax with pleasure. All your previous tension and tautness had vanished as you smiled up at him in a daze.

“That was a very nice gift.” You giggled when you remembered last nights promise. “That was just the beginning sweetheart. We have the entire day to ourselves and I have so much planned for you. Also, good morning.” He grinned like a lovesick fool.

“Yeah. It was indeed a very good morning.”

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the boston brute series drabble: home

The Boston Brute Series Drabble: Home

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Language, I think. Some fluff. Nothing too crazy!

W/C: 892

A/N: If you follow my main, you know this past month has been hectic and just not really that awesome lol. I love and appreciate all of you for your patience and understanding and i’m seriously looking forward to working on part 14 soon! In the meantime, please enjoy this little drabble.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤

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Chris stepped through the front door, smiling as he slid the shoes you’d haphazardly kicked off, to the side. The two of you were very different beings in more than one way. You tend to look on the brighter side of things while Chris tends to mope and dwell over the things he can’t control. He tends to be very neat and organized. You tend to be… not that.

You lean towards something you’d self-titled as ‘messy organized’. Because if it were ‘messy and unorganized’ how else would you be able to tell Chris that the tube of mascara you desperately need was under the left side of your bed?

Messy. Organized.

It was a hill you were going to die on and one Chris didn’t feel the need to argue about.

But the more time you spent together, the less and less he minded. He almost welcomed the ‘mess’.

Walking into his once empty apartment to 4 pairs of your shoes kicked around just waiting to be tripped over was something that brought a smile to his face because it meant that you were here. That he wasn’t walking into an empty apartment that just reminded him of the emptiness in his life. Being with you made him happy to come home.

The first thing he noticed when he shut the door behind him was the bowl on the entry table.

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CHRIS EVANS PHOTOGRAPHED FOR THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER

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SERIES MASTERLIST - Intimacy Coordinator

Summary: You meet Chris on set of a new film the two of you are starring in, with your first intimate scene looming. Will your comfort (or lack thereof) cross over into something real? Or is it just destined for the hot lights of Hollywood? Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader Series Warnings: 18+, SMUT (staged for film and real - chapters denoted with 🥵), a bit angsty, a bit fluffy, let's get boozy, pressure from press/paparazzi, two idiots falling for each other, slow burn

Masterlist Thanks for liking, commenting, & reblogging. I have shared this work to AO3 under the same username. I do not authorize any additional reposting or translations of my work to any other platforms. Dates listed are the original publishing dates to @/blizzwrites or @/mellowpoetryblizzard

CHAPTER 1 - Establishing Boundaries | 06.04.2021

CHAPTER 2 - Ice Breakers on the Rocks | 06.05.2021

CHAPTER 3 - Shoot Day 🥵 | 06.06.2021

CHAPTER 4 - Truth Serum | 06.06.2021

CHAPTER 5 - Crossing the Threshold 🥵 | 06.07.2021

CHAPTER 6 - Caught | 06.10.2021

CHAPTER 7 - Now What | 06.10.2021

CHAPTER 8 - Surprise | 06.11.2021

CHAPTER 9 - Escape | 06.12.2021

CHAPTER 10 - Press + Propositions 🥵 | 06.13.2021

CHAPTER 11 - The Premiere | 06.14.2021

EPILOGUE | 06.17.2021

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First Rehearsal

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— love thy neighbour

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || Steve isn’t as innocent as you had thought.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || unprotected sex. voyeurism. mutual masturbation. blowjob. dirty talk. thirsty for tattoos. PWP. MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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Yup, I’ve take Chris’s tattoos ;) Also I kinda finished this up fast so idk if this is as good as I thought. But I hope you like it :)

Steven Grant Rogers was a menace.

And no, not in a bad sense, but rather in a too perfect for this gritty reality kinda way. That man was sunshine concentrated into a Greek statue.

Your first meeting was when he had come over with a homemade pie as he had recently moved in right besides you. Like who even did that nowadays?

But that wasn’t what you had noticed. He had been wearing a simple blue shirt with the first few buttons open and it gave a generous view of his sculpted pecs and a hint of a tattoo which made you want more.

His auburn beard was gorgeous and your first thought was to feel it between your legs. And that silk smooth hair of his, god you just wanted to grab it.

From the first view, you had expected this man to be a little arrogant and brutish; but instead he had turned out to be the sweetest man you knew.

He helped you with little tasks like mowing the grass for you too while he did his. Helping you around the house when the tap broke or some small inconvenience occurred.

But then one day, everything changed. It was almost late at night when you walked in to your bedroom to just drop into the bed and go to sleep after a tiresome day. But the sight before you stopped you from doing so.

Yours and Steve’s bedroom windows were right in front of each other with not much distance in between. When the lights were on, you could get a clear view of the inside.

But this view was way better than any other as Steve was magnificently sprawled on the bed, naked as the day he was born. You could clearly see his tattoos and his hard abs.

You literally salivated when you saw his dick tightly gripped in his hand. He was jerking off. The way his hand slid over cock and the way the tip glistened in the light, made it impossible for you to look away.

His head fell back into the bed and his neck stretched to reveal thick veins. His tattoos caught the light under the sweaty sheen covering him and by god you wanted to trace each and every one of them.

His cock was beautiful. His tip was thick and precum was beaded over it. It was long and thick and you couldn’t help but imagine how it would stretch you.

His hand started moving faster and you knew he was close. But yet that didn’t prepare you for the glorious moment that he actually came.

Thick spurts of cum dripped down over his hand. You were so wet by now that you desperately needed to cum. What you’d give to ride that cock.

When you snapped out of your thought, your eyes widened as you saw Steve staring right back at you. After a minute of awkward staring, you quickly ran away from the window and jumped into your bed.

He was going to think you were creep. Burying your face into the pillow, you let out a loud grunt. You should’ve at least switched off the lights so that he wouldn’t have seen you. You were an idiot.

Neither were you able to sleep that night nor were able to pay attention at your work in the morning. When you came back home the next night, you were disappointed to not see Steve the entire day.

So after having your dinner when you went to sleep, you were shocked to see Steve standing in his own room staring at your window. The moment your eyes locked with each other’s, he started slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Was he giving you a striptease? Once he was done unbuttoning, he shucked off his shirt and you gasped at his actions. Looking you straight in the eye, he unzipped his pants, all the while your mouth was gaping at him like a fish.

Once he was naked in front of you, your eyes locked down to his length. Suddenly your mind was blank and the only thought it could process was Steve and his tattoos and his cock.

Those little ink lines right on his collar bone were the sexiest fucking thing you’d ever seen. And the tattoos framing his abs were just making you itch to touch him.

It was only fair that you joined him too.

You quickly rushed away from the window and Steve thought he’d messed up. But when you came back with a chair, he gave a relived sigh.

Quickly, you just pulled off your shorts and panties and sat on the chair with your legs spread, giving Steve an equally enticing view.

Steve bit his lower plump lip upon seeing your dripping wet pussy. It was enticingly glistening in the lights and he squeezed his cock so as to not cum on the spot.

You spread your folds with your index and middle finger giving him a perfect view of your clenching hole. You were already too desperate, so without waiting, you plunged two of your fingers into your hole.

You threw your head back as you moaned. Steve couldn’t hear you, but he just imagined how sweetly you must’ve moaned. Impatiently he too started jerking himself off.

You were already on an edge since yesterday and it didn’t take much longer for you to cum. You held the handle of the chair tightly with your other hand as your legs quivered and your eyes flew shut.

When you opened your eyes, Steve wasn’t in his room. You tried to get up quickly, but your legs were too wobbly. Where was Steve? What did you do wrong? Why did he initiate it if he didn’t want it?

The ringing of your bell shook your from your thoughts. Angrily huffing out a breath, you reluctantly put your pants back on and walked up to the door.

Out of all the people, you hadn’t expected Steve to be on the other side. “What the fuck?” Steve had apparently just put on his shirt and pants and had come running over.

“Thought I’d come here to get first hand experience.” You stared at him owlishly for a moment before letting him in. He snapped the door close and instantly pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss was downright filthy and needy. You’d wanted to bite those plump lips of his since the first moment you saw him, and you finally did as you wanted to.

He let out a loud grunt and you didn’t think a sound could turn you on so much. You both continued kissing and groping each other until you were in your bedroom.

Without wasting much time, both of you started undressing each other in a haste. You couldn’t wait to get your hands and mouth on his tattooed chest.

Once he was naked in front of you, you attached your lips to the tattoos permanently etched on his collarbones. He let out a guttural moan which rumbled his chest.

Your tongue flicked over the ink to taste his salty sweat. Attaching your lips again, you made sure to leave your own mark over the tattoo. Next was his neck and then you slowly trailed below.

You got on your knees and took his cock into your hands. Taking in just his tip, you suckled it until he clutched your hair. You wanted him to fuck your mouth so bad.

And he did just that. Hold you by your hair tightly, he started thrusting into your willing, wet mouth. “God fuck. You feel so good. I always thought how good you’d look on your knees for me; but you look even better.”

You moaned as his cock hit the back of your throat and the vibrations travelled all through his spine. He wasn’t merciful as he pumped into you and your gagging and drooling turned him on even more.

He was going to cum if he didn’t stop you and he didn’t want that. He pulled you off and you whined at the loss. Picking you up, he pushed you on the bed and flipped you on your stomach.

He parted your asscheeks and ran his thumb through your wet folds. “You’re such a slut aren’t you? Shamelessly getting off to your neighbour, doesn’t suit a person a like you.”

He didn’t give you a chance to do much and entered you in a single stroke. All you could do was whimper and clutch the bed sheets. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”

He set a relentless pace right from the beginning and you got exactly what you wanted: to get fucked. “A nasty little whore taking me so well.” And you obediently responded with an, “Hnngg.”

Hearing the usually sweet talking Steve talk dirty to you send your brain into an overdrive. His hand held your nape and pushed your head further into the bed.

The room was filled with your moans and the sound of slapping skin. You weren’t sure if you were going to be able to walk tomorrow to work with the way he was hammering into you.

Your orgasm hit you like a train, sudden and hard. “You’re squeezing me so good. Fuck! Gonna milk me dry.” He wasn’t far behind you after all the edging he had done himself.

He bent over you as his warm seed filled you up. Having his strong body over yourself was probably the safest feeling in the world and you relished in it.

“That was… good.” You said as you finally came back to the land of the living. “Hmm yeah. So.. you wanna do this again?” You didn’t need to think twice before thinking. “Fuck yes!”

After all they said, love thy neighbour.

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jump then fall - andy barber x reader

word count: 1558

content warning: FLUFF, drinking, vomit

It had taken a few months before Andy came back to work. Only difference was that he was no longer a district attorney, he came back as a public defender. After being on the other side of things he wanted to help others. He wanted them to know someone was fighting for them. He was working with Joanna and you were pleasantly surprised when he stopped by your desk to pick up some files requested by her office. You were a court clerk, and had been for a few years now. You were working throughout the small scandal revolving around the Rifkin case. It was a little sad how tense the office got whenever Andy would enter it. It had only been a few times since he started working, maybe once every two weeks but people would either react in one of two extremes. They would either ignore him or excessively apologize but it all just made the environment so uncomfortable. You treated him like a normal person, even making the point to tell him to have Joanna request the work through you. Which he did, whenever he knew he would be picking it up.

One night on his way out to his car, he found you were the only other car left in the parking lot. Concerned, he made his way over to you, “Everything okay?”

You put your phone on speaker before resting it on your lap, “Well, I came out here to find my back tire flat. So after thirty minutes of fighting to change it I am on hold with my insurance to get a tow truck or something.” He checked his watch, “Well, if you don’t mind carpooling with me. I can change the tire for you and take you over to a mechanic I know.”

“You would do that?”

“Of course. It’s the least I could do for the nicest woman in the court house.”

He changed your tire to the spare in less than ten minutes which you wanted to be angry about but you were just grateful he was there to help. Getting in your car you followed him to the mechanics and as promised he gave you a ride home. He had picked you up the next morning at six-thirty so you both could arrive at work on time. By the time the work day was done, so was your car. Andy reassured you it was no charge and no problem but you still wanted to repay him. That Friday when you both were leaving, since the incident with your tire he had made it a habit to walk you to your car, you looked up at him. “Would you like to go grab drinks or something sometime?”

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’d be the talk of the town and you don’t deserve that.”

“I don’t mind…And I need to repay you for paying to fix my flat. Please?” You asked with a big smile, batting your eyelashes a few times causing him to groan with a growing smile, “Alright, fine, one drink.”

“Tomorrow at eight? The Longfellow?”

“Sounds great, I’ll meet you there.”

However, it wasn’t one drink. It was more like four. You would like to say that one went to the other’s house, but he was much more reserved than that. He did surprise you by kissing you before you got into your Uber and you wondered if it was possible that he liked you too.

This encounter led to lunch dates in cars every other day. This went on for a month or so and it was honestly the highlight of your day. While eating sandwiches one day, Andy smiled at you, “You have some mustard on your face.”

“I do? What? Where?!”

He motioned for you to lean over the center console before kissing you.

You pulled away with a smirk, “That was really smooth. That should be criminal.”

“Oh yeah? You gonna run back into work and make a file on me?”

“I might!”

You sighed looking over at the man in front of you. You couldn’t believe Laurie said all those cold things about him in that interview. “Andy?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re one of the greatest men I’ve ever met.”

His cheeks reddened a bit as he smiled, “I’m not sure about that, but thank you.”

“I mean it…Any woman would be lucky to be loved by you.”

“Really?” You nodded with a warm smile and he looked back down at his cup giving it a few nervous swirls, “Would you consider yourself lucky to be loved by me?”

“Absolutely.”

“Would you want to give us a try?” He asked before taking a drink.

“I think I do.”

He lowered his cup and you leaned over the center console to kiss him.

This was the start of your relationship with Mr. Barber and as he warned you, you were the talk of the town but you wore your scarlet letter with pride. He brought you coffee in the mornings that you didn’t carpool because he was busy with a trial and date nights became a common occurrence. Unfortunately a few weeks later you had fallen ill. You weren’t sure if it was a cold or a flu but you felt awful. You called out on Monday and still weren’t better by Wednesday. You woke up to the sound of your front door unlocking. Slightly nervous, you tried to roll over making as little sound as possible when Andy called out, “Y/N? Are you here?”

“In my bedroom!” You weakly called out and a few moments later he walked in with a big smile, “Hello beautiful, when I got to work this morning I heard you were still out of the office. I tried to call but I imagine you were trying to sleep off whatever this is. I brought you some soup, picked you up some groceries.”

You gave him a small smile as he sat on the bed next to you. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He nodded with a small smile, “Yes I did. I have the next three days off to take care of you and since there is a holiday on Monday we will be having an extra long weekend together.”

Your face fell into a pout, “You’re gonna get sick.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

As he wrapped his arms around you, you paused, unsure of whether to say the words dancing on the tip of your tongue, “I-uh, I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

A sad smile moved across his face before he kissed the top of your head, “I’ve fallen in love with you too.”

Burying your face into his chest you began to cough and his hand moved across your back. “I’m going to go and get you some of the soup. Do you need more water?”

“Yeah, actually that would be nice… I haven’t had a chance to fill it up today.” He got out of bed before moving to your side to grab your water bottle, “How about medicine?”

“I took cough syrup at eleven something.”

Checking his watch, he nodded his head side to side, “Still have about an hour or so… I’ll be right back.”

He sat across from you in bed catching up as you slowly ate the soup. It was your favorite and you were so happy that he remembered. You had never been with someone who was so caring. After lunch, it was finally time for you to take more medicine. So after doing the dishes, he returned to your room with the dark red liquid. As he held out the small measuring cup of medicine to you, you slowly sat up but you couldn’t stop the vomit as it quickly rushed up your throat. With a light cough, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand before looking at what you had just done, “Oh-oh my god! Andy, I’m so sorry. I didn’t-”

“It’s okay.” He reassured you with a light laugh, “It’s okay, I swear. Did you get it all out or do you want to go to the bathroom?”

“I think that was it.” You said with a small pout and took the medicine cup from his hand. After you took the liquid, the back of his hand gently met your forehead, “You’re still burning up. I’m going to get cleaned up and get you a cold wash cloth, okay?”

“Okay…I’m sorry.” You told him once again and he took the small cup back with a smile.

“It’s okay, honey. Don’t worry about it.”

He cleaned up the mess you had made before bringing you back a ginger ale to sip on. He delicately kissed your forehead and grabbed some clothes out of the bag he brought.

Returning back to your bed, he crawled in next to you making himself comfortable. He placed the cold washcloth across your forehead after you settled against his chest. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Of course, honey.”

“I’m sorry I threw up the soup.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He reassured you, “Do you feel any better?”

“I think I’m starting to, yeah.” You offered him the remote which he happily took and he began looking for something to watch as you fell back asleep.

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ours - frank adler x reader

word count: 3128

content warning: age gap, allusions to sex, unexpected pregnancy, pregnancy, frank's mother evelyn (yes her rude ass is a warning because yikes)

You were enrolled in classes at the University of Tampa, but after your grades slipped you lost your scholarship money. Too ashamed to go home you found a cheap apartment in St. Petersburg with a roommate and started bartending. You had seen Frank at your job a few times but you never struck up small talk, he was mostly there to drink and head home but tonight he must’ve been feeling bold. He introduced himself and you two started talking. He bet you that he could solve any math problem and if he could do it you had to give him a free beer. Of course he solved it and you reluctantly gave him the free beer he was promised.

“Okay smart ass. What’s a genius like you sitting in a bar like this?”

Frank smiled at you while he downed half the beer before setting it down, “I’m not a genius, it’s just the Trachtenberg method.”

You rolled your eyes, “Sounds like a pretty big word to be nonchalant about.”

“It’s the name of the man who created it…What’s a beautiful girl yourself working in a dump like this?”

You shook your head with a smile as you moved further down to clean up a glass left by another patron, “Well, pay isn’t that bad and the patrons aren’t always annoying.”

“Ouch.” He said with a light laugh, “I’m just saying you could be waiting tables showing off that smile.”

“What is it your trying to get at, Frank?”

He shrugged his shoulders before leaning further on the bar, “Your number…Or maybe I could take you home?”

“Is this a sign for me to cut you off for the night?”

“You only gave me three beers, sweetheart.”

“And what a mistake that was.”

“C'mon, I’ll make it worth your while.”

And as much as you hated to admit it, he did make it worth your while. You went home with him after your shift and that was some of the best sex you ever had. The next morning, Frank was brewing some coffee when you tried to head out but that lead to the two of you making out. You were sitting on the kitchen counter and his hand was trailing up your shirt when the door unlocked. You both turned your head to the sound as if you had been caught by your parents or the police. Your fear turned into a small smile as you saw it was a child

Mary pouted, “I missed Fred and I couldn’t find my favorite movie because it’s here.

“That doesn’t matter! You can’t come over before noon, you know that!” Frank yelled and you grabbed onto his shoulder, “Hey, everybody let’s just calm down.” You hopped off the counter, “I’m Y/N.” You knelt to her level and put your hand out to the girl which she reluctantly shook.

“I’m Mary.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. How about we all go out and get Fred some new toys, maybe you some too, then we can all get some lunch or a late breakfast?”

“I have a boat repair I need to go to.”

You turned back to face him, “That’s fine, where at?”

“Paradise Keys.”

“Well we can go to Target on the way, get some toys, go pick up some sandwiches and then all hang out. Cool?”

His face slowly softened and he smiled seeing Mary’s excitement behind you. “Fine.”

The three of you had a fun afternoon full of laughter and silly toys. Frank took you both out for a test ride on the boat. Cutting the engine, he stepped away from the wheel and wrapped his arms around the two of you. Your heart skipped a beat, this truly was the perfect day. You really felt as if this was the start of something beautiful.

As you were walking back to Frank's truck Mary looked up at him, “Can Y/N stay the night?”

“Uhm, I guess that’s up to her. Would you like to stay the night?”

You hummed before looking over at her with a smile, “I’ll stay the night if it means we can watch Emperor’s New Groove with some popcorn.”

Mary tugged on Frank’s arm quickly, “Can we?!”

He threw his head back with a laugh, “We sure can.”

And you were right, it was the start of love. True love on every level.

It was the six month anniversary on Saturday of you and Frank getting together and you had a date night the night before as it was the night Roberta had Mary. However, the next morning, bright and early Mary ran into the room yelling and quickly started jumping on the bed.

Quickly moving the covers up to your chest, you sat up with a warm smile, “What’s going on sweetheart?”

“Fred brought home a friend and he’s hurt!”

“You can’t just bust in here Mary! We are-“

“Naked, I know. You guys try to make babies a lot, you aren’t very good at it.”

You let out a shocked laugh as you held the covers tightly to your chest, “Okay, alright. What kind of friend did Fred bring home?”

“A frog!”

You looked over at Frank who was still fuming about Mary and Roberta storming in so early on a Saturday. Taking a deep breath you turned back to Mary with a smile, “Okay, how about me and Frank get dressed and we can see how we can help the little frog dude. Sound like a plan?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Mary said with an annoyed sigh as she rolled off the bed before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

You and Frank quickly pulled on some clothes before going into the living room. You went outside with Mary and a Tupperware container while Frank and Roberta stayed inside.

Frank rolled his eyes with a laugh, “I don’t know why you’re mad, you’re the one who broke our agreement for what? To scar Mary?”

“It seems like you did that enough for the both of us.”

“I didn’t do anything like that!”

“Then how does she know about sex!?”

“She asked and I told her. It doesn’t concern you, why are you acting like this is the worst thing I’ve ever done?”

Roberta sighed, “You should’ve asked her if she wanted a sibling before you-”

“That’s not the problem and you know it. You have an issue with who I’m dating.”

“And?”

“What is your problem with Y/N? What did she do that put such a bad taste in your mouth?”

“She’s young.”

“And what? She’s after my money? If you looked around... I don’t have any.”

“She’s irresponsible and unsure of what she wants, if Mary gets attached to her this can be detrimental.”

“Well, I’m asking her to-” He was cut off as you knocked on the window and motioned for him to come outside. He held up his finger to you before he finished what he was saying, “I’m asking her to move in with me. And before you ask, Mary already approved it.” He shook his head and opened the door, “After you Roberta, you can go.”

A few more months had passed since you moved in and everything was working out well. Frank didn’t realize how much he missed proper home cooked food until started cooking for them and he liked how good you were with Mary. After he would help her with homework you were always there with a craft, or Legos, or a game to introduce that fun back into her routine. It was Friday night which meant date night for the two of you which you normally would have enjoyed but you had a secret you were keeping from him. You had found out on Monday you were pregnant and it was confirmed on Thursday at the clinic that you were seven weeks along. He picked up on the little things throughout the night. You held your breath as his hand moved across your waist, you didn’t order any of the drinks you liked, and you seemed disgusted with your favorite pasta when it was brought out to you. The ride home was quiet even though you still hugged onto his arm curled up on the bench seat of his truck.

When you both got home, he lingered in the kitchen while you went into the bathroom to take a shower.

As you both got into bed he knew something was wrong but you were still silent. He didn’t want to ask, he didn’t want to fight, but if you weren’t happy he needed to know. You had only moved in three months ago and maybe this wasn’t the life you thought you wanted.

“Can I have the remote?” You asked and he shook his head.

“I need to talk to you first.”

“About?”

He scoffed, sinking back into the pillows, “Tonight. The way you’ve been acting. Don’t be obtuse, please.” Nervously tugging on the shirt you were wearing, he asked “Was it something I said?”

You shook your head and he sighed.

You closed your eyes and a tear rolled down your cheek, “I’m so sorry.”

“For what, baby? What happened?” His mind began to flood with the worst scenarios.

“I'm pregnant.”

The room fell silent besides your sniffles before you continued, “I found out on Monday, well I guess Thursday, and I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you. I just can't-” You cut yourself off as you started crying harder and your hands moved up to cover your face.

His arms quickly wrapped around you pulling you closer to him, “Hey, that’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay, I promise. Breathe, baby.” It took a few moments to console you. You hated how emotional the extra hormones made you. When you finally calmed down, you slightly pulled away from him and took a few deep shaky breaths. His big hand moved across your back with his voice low to soothe you, “Whenever you’re ready, don’t rush it out, okay?”

You nodded, taking a few more moments to nervously pull at the sheets before continuing. “I just…When we first got together and we started talking about things you said that you never wanted another kid. That you had Mary and that was enough for you. Which was fine for me too you know, we have a nice little family unit and it’s cute but…When I took that test in the bathroom my heart jumped out of my chest. I was so happy but then as I stood back up everything hit me. You, Mary, your mother, me having to give birth, us having to move into a bigger house. All the issues that could arise by this happening and I didn’t even remember how it happened but when I got sick two months ago and I had to take antibiotics. I’m just, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, there’s nothing to be sorry about. Things happen.”

You looked over at him with tears still in your eyes, “But what do we do?”

“Well, it seems like we’re having a baby." You were so stunned, you didn’t even notice that your mouth fell open, and he quickly began to back pedal, “Unless that’s not what you wanted me to say and you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m just afraid. What if Mary doesn’t want to be a big sister or a big niece or whatever…”

“She will, she loves you. I think she even loves you more than she loves me.”

“We’d have to move.”

“She might like that too.” He said with a light laugh as you both laid down fully and you rested on his chest.

“What about Roberta?”

“She can come visit and I’m sure Mary would happily come back to her house for sleepovers… It’s going to be alright. Just trust me.”

The next morning, Frank had made you both breakfast to eat in bed and you were busy watching a movie when Mary came home. “Frank! Y/N! Look at what I made!” She yelled as ran through the open door and quickly jumped on the bed holding out her bright orange slime to the two of you.

“Wow! That is incredible!” You told her before giving it a small poke, “Very squishy. Should we go find a container to place it in?”

“Yeah yeah yeah! I want to show Fred but I don’t want his hair in it!”

“Look at you thinking ahead.” You patted Frank’s chest before getting up out of bed. You were in one of Frank’s shirts and some pajama shorts when you gave Roberta who was unpacking Mary’s bag.

“Late morning?” She asked and you shook your head.

“Not exactly, just a lazy day in bed. Did you guys have fun last night?”

“So much fun!” Mary chimed in quickly, still playing with her slime.

You found a small Tupperware container before holding it out to her.

Mary slowly wiggled the ooze into the container before you put the lid on it and handed it back to her. Going back into the living room you found Frank and Roberta talking before Roberta told you both to enjoy your weekend and quickly left.

“I told you she’s not my biggest fan.” You mumbled to him with scrunched up eyebrows.

Frank let out a loud laugh before pulling you into a hug, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He turned his attention to Mary who was poking Fred with the container, “Hey Mary, how about we go get some movies and order some pizza for tonight?”

“Really!? Any movie!?”

“Well, nothing over PG-13.”

“Deal!”

While eating pizza that night, Frank decided to bring up the fact you were pregnant. Just as he thought, Mary was ecstatic. Jumping on the couch, the coffee table, and on her bed to show it. She had so many questions that you only ended up getting to one of the movies out of the three you rented.

Time seemed to be flying fast with you and Frank getting married at the courthouse a month later. You had found a good at home data entry job to better balance your time when you and Frank first started dating. It definitely paid better than your bartending job and you were able to set aside some money over the course of you and Frank’s relationship. Using what was in both of your savings combined, you and Frank were able to find a bigger house in a better neighborhood. A nice four bedroom, three bathroom house with a big backyard. With closing set in a month the marathon of packing began and after a long night, you were very groggily starting to make breakfast when there was a knock at the door. With a sigh, you made your way to the door and opened it. You almost wondered if you were still dreaming.

Correction, a nightmare.

In front of you was Evelyn, Frank’s mother. You had heard the stories of his horrific mother and the custody battle she put them through. If there was ever a woman you didn’t want to meet it was her. You had told her to wait as you quickly woke up Frank trying to hide your anxieties of the situation. His mother was demanding they talk immediately which the talking quickly turned into yelling.

"Look, Mother, you have to calm down or come inside for breakfast you're going to cause a disturbance."

“I am not staying here for breakfast in this awful, disgusting house with that animal.”

You rolled your eyes with a sigh, “I’m going to go help Mary get ready for school.”

“That sounds great, baby. Thank you.” He told you with a warm smile.

Somehow, someway he got her to leave explaining that the three of you could have lunch. Of course it was at some fancy bistro, but you didn’t want to complain and make Frank feel any worse about today.

The small talk was making all of this go by painstakingly slow. With every detail you told her about your life she would scrunch up her face in disgust. Finally the appetizers and drinks had arrived and you quickly grabbed a spring roll off the plate causing Frank to smile.

“Eager to dig in are we?”

“Well, that happens when your body is creating a human.”

With an exaggerated eye roll she asked, “So, what are your plans to bring a baby into this world with you both living your lives like this?”

“Well, we just bought a house big enough for all of us, so I’d say we have everything taken care of.” Frank said proudly before grabbing your thigh.

“When you say we, I imagine you mean yourself as I doubt she has money... I wish you would’ve married someone with some prestige to better turn your life around.”

“Yeah, and I wish you weren’t his mom so we all don’t get what we want.”

His mother loudly gasped, “You’re going to let her talk to your mother like this?!”

Frank couldn’t help but chuckle, “Absolutely. She can do whatever the fuck she wants.”

You clicked your tongue before looking over at Frank, “Is this lunch about something important or is she just here to talk down to us?”

The elder blonde flipped her hair over her shoulder, “I am just saying, if I sense any form of care towards Mary or my new grandchild shifting I will be taking you back to court.”

“And I’d love to see you try. It’s none of your business what I make but for your information it’s more than enough. You fly in, fly out, any time you want to with no regard for calling first. You have no boundaries or sense of normalcy. Watch your mouth or fly back across the pond and leave me and my family alone.”

“That’s not-”

“What? Fair? You know what isn’t fair? You think that just because you’re a blood relative to him you can stick your nose in my business? You’re wrong and you’re scared because you know if Mary had to make the choice between us and you, she’d choose us a million times over. Keep your distance and mind our boundaries.”

You stood up and reached your hand out to him which he quickly took, “You heard her.”

You both got into his truck and both started laughing. He shook his head before looking over at you, “I love you so goddamn much.”

He held his hand out and you happily grabbed onto it, His hands were so tough and calloused against yours but you squeezed his hand anyways. “Let’s go pick Mary up from school and then some ice cream.”

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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS - Ch 3

Summary: A snowstorm has canceled all flights and you’re stuck alone for Christmas… or are you? Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Oral (M/F Receiving), Protected Intercourse, Choking, Alcohol consumption, Bad language words, That snowboarding bruise comes back to haunt us A/N: I’ve been VERY proud of the smut I’ve written in the past, but this one… MIGHT be a new fave. I really tested my style with this one, and hope you all enjoy this!

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CHAPTER 3

Your second shower of the day. This time you needed to cool the fuck down. Chris had kissed you (kinda?) with zero prompt or mistletoe to argue. Was he into you? Were you reading the signals correctly? You had zero clue, but figured your best move was to be prepared either way. You thanked your lucky stars that you had booked that wax appointment the day before you left on your trip.

You set your hair with a series of curlers, then began applying your makeup. You kept it for the most part simple, but infused a few subtle moments of glam in the look. Poring through your closet, you landed on a black velvet long sleeve faux wrap dress that hugged your curves perfectly, only after retrieving a stunning bra and panty set from your drawer and slipping into the lace set. Finally, applying a generous helping of lotion to your body, you pulled the dress over your head, careful to not mess up your makeup, slid on a pair of gorgeous heels that matched your jewelry and finished up your hair. You collected your clutch, and made your way down to the lobby.

****** 6:58p ******

Chris wrung his hands, stewing in his nerves while he waited for you. The steakhouse was miraculously open in spite of the weather, and also miraculously because of the holiday, he was able to land a reservation for the two of you. The elevator dinged with the arrival of a car, and you stepped out wearing a long coat concealing your dress and your heels. He took a look at you and was practically drooling already. Walking over to him with the sweetest look in your eyes, he greeted you with a hug.

“You look beautiful,” he breathed, trying to keep himself steady.

“Thanks,” you nervously played with your fingers. “You clean up alright as well.”

“Ready to go?” He smiled, offering his arm for you to take and the two of you walked into the winter night, a comfortable silence hanging over the two of you.

*** At the Restaurant ***

Arriving at your table, Chris took off his winter jacket, draping it over the back of his chair. You did the same, and as you unzipped your long coat, Chris couldn’t help but stare intently at the black velvet ensemble you had hidden under your outerwear. “Wow” he muttered under his breath as he felt his heartbeat quicken, drinking in your figure. The soft fabric hugged each of your curves so gently, so effortlessly. You accessorized with a simple necklace, and matching pendant earrings. At that moment, Chris couldn’t for the life of him figure out how he had gotten so lucky. Not noticing how his eyes studied every inch of you, you set your coat on a free chair. He quickly appeared at your side, pulling the chair from the table and helping you get seated, before settling into his own.

*** A Couple of Hours Later… Wine Time ***

Chris clutched his chest and leaned back into the chair, laughing at a joke you had cracked. The flirty tension had been progressively growing throughout the night, and though the chairs at the table had been set across from each other, he ended up moving to sit next to you, sliding his chair around, the two of you taking in the wintery scenes outside as you were seated by a window. He wasted no time in slipping an arm around the back of your chair, mindlessly tracing small circles into your velvet covered arm. Taking his free hand, Chris topped off your glasses, and the two of you shared yet another toast.

“To… a pretty wonderful stroke of luck… and to you - a sweet angel who made my Christmas a whole lot brighter,” he smiled earnestly at you, extending his glass to yours which you tapped yours against.

“Shit,” you softly chuckled. “How do I follow that?” Chris’ eyes remained trained on your features as you pondered a response. “Thank you… To… um… finding a light in this storm, and to a few wonderful days that I will never forget.” You took a sip, feeling a little woozy from the buzz you were feeling from the wine. “I’ve really had a lot of fun - I don’t think I would be in nearly as good of spirits as I am now if you hadn’t talked to me in the lounge.”

“A beautiful woman alone and upset so close to the holiday, I wasn’t not going to say something,” Chris softened, hugging you a little closer. You looked up at him catching his bright cerulean eyes looking at you with cautious intent. The gaze alone caused your thighs to clench a little as you quickly nipped your teeth over your bottom lip.

“Thank you for that,” you looked down, averting his gaze, very aware of your heart pounding in your chest at that moment. You were fairly certain Chris could feel it too.

“Hey,” Chris caught your attention, and your eyes met his again. “I know I did this before out of some silly tradition with a plant, and we kinda did in the elevator earlier, but all I’ve been thinking about tonight is kissing you again.”

“You have?” You were a little taken aback. This time, you did bite your lip, eyes flashing to his lips when his tongue darted out to lick them quickly.

Chris’ tone was that of certainty, “I have.”

“So… why haven’t you?” your curiosity got the better of you. Chris took a sip of his wine, this time treating the sip like it was a final shot of liquid courage. Placing the glass back on the table, he looked over at you, and took his free hand to cup your cheek. His lips pressed softly against yours and you turned to gently press a hand to his chest, tugging gently at the fabric of his shirt while you tried shifting closer, craving a little more friction. Your lips moved together, continuing your exploration from the other night, the subtle taste of wine on both of your lips as your tongues carefully reunited, deepening the kiss further. Chris pulled you a little tighter against him, your body surging with a tingling sensation that, mixed with the alcohol, put you on pins and needles in the best way possible. Chris’ hand moved from your face to your waist, kneading tenderly, almost lifting you off of the chair into his lap. When you broke apart, the air was swirling with sexual tension that was on the verge of bursting.

“Maybe we get the check?” You asked breathlessly. Your eyes met Chris’, desire swimming behind both sets. Chris motioned to the server for the check, the two of you sitting close, passing flirty, lust ridden gazes at each other. Chris playfully poked at your hips, occasionally tickling your waist, drawing out playful little sounds from you while you attempted to paw his hands away.

Pulling you close, Chris caught your ear, his breath on the shell sending a chill down your spine, “My room OK when we get back?”

You could barely catch your breath, pupils starting to blow wider with indication of where the night would be heading, “Sure…”

“And as much as I enjoy these little sounds you’re making now,” he tickled your waist, forcing a soft squeak from you and pressing closer to him, “I think there are some other sounds I wanna hear you make if that’s alright.” You were practically panting at his words as you felt your panties getting wetter with every word.

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath, nodding your head “yes,” no longer able to mask the visible effect Chris had on you, gripping his thigh a little tighter at his words. Not taking a hand off of you, he signed the check and helped you to your feet, offering your coat.

Entwining his fingers with yours, he took your hand and the two of you headed back toward the hotel. Though you were both determined to get back to the warmth of the indoors, he couldn’t help but pause near a small plaza with a Christmas tree and pull you in for a kiss under the stars and twinkling lights. He kept it slow, sensual, romantic, clearly trying to keep himself somewhat in check… until his wandering hand cupped at your ass, squeezed the soft cheek and you moaned right into his mouth. Pulling away with a playful grin while your lips chased his, he let out a light chuckle. “Geez, Y/N, let me get you back to the room first?”

“Then stop teasing me and let’s go,” you were starting to shiver - mostly due to the cold, partly due to nerves, and he got the message once he felt you start to tremble in his arms.

“No more detours,” he promised. Chris’ arm snaked around your waist, pulling you a little closer to aid in keeping you warm while you walked in step with him to the hotel.

The warm gust of air from the heaters greeted you when you stepped into the lobby, the two of you moving casually to the elevators. Once the doors closed, it was game on. Chris pressed you against the wall, lips crashing into yours and his tongue invaded your mouth. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to you both of you quickly deepening the kiss, moaning and grunting into each other's mouth. A gentle *ding* interrupted your frantic make out session as you arrived at his floor. Following him down the hallway, Chris fumbled in his wallet for his key card, finally locating it while you wrestled with the zipper of your coat and slid it off of your arms, holding it with your clutch while he unlocked the door. It quite literally felt like the longest walk of your life. Each step feeling further and further from where you wanted to be until the click of the door opening slammed a moment of reality into you.

The two of you walked into his suite, a massive presidential style room with an obscene amount of space. A large living room with TV and fireplace - not like you really got to take it all in because once the door closed, your coat and clutch were dropped to the floor, along with Chris’ coat and you all but tackled one another. Tongues, lips, and teeth crashed into a noisy kiss, curious hands grasping at each other, nothing else mattering in that moment except the electricity crackling through your veins at each sensation you were feeling. Somehow, you both managed to toe your shoes off as he held onto you, moving backwards, guiding you toward the bedroom.

When you weren’t moving fast enough, he playfully flung you over his shoulder while you let out a squeal, giggling as he carried you the rest of the way. When he swatted at your ass, your playfulness immediately turned to sharp pain. An uncomfortable yelp was forced from you while you curled into yourself, which in turn caused Chris to immediately help you down to the bed, letting out a whimper when your body hit the mattress with a soft bounce.

“Shit, Y/N - are you OK?” You winced as a smaller series of painful surges passed through you again. When he leaned in to help, you placed a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“Give me a second…” you breathed through the last little pulses of pain. Wordlessly, you shifted on the bed and lifted your dress to show him the bruise that adorned your right hip. Chris’ eyes widened at the size of the snowboarding mark, and with a look, sought your approval to continue. Giving him a nod, he carefully traced his fingers over the purple and bluish area on your skin. Once your breathing settled, he leaned in, placing a featherlight kiss on the injury. The gesture was careful, bringing a smile to your face and allowing you to relax a little. In an instant, Chris’ entire demeanor changed. He pulled back, sitting next to you, looking down. When you felt the mood shift, you sat up, adjusting your dress and sitting next to him. “Chris..?”

“I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to hurt you, I completely blanked that you had that,” he felt truly awful. You took his hand, your heart blooming at his gentleness in contrast to the dominant caveman he was when you two had stepped through the door into his suite.

“It’s OK. I know it wasn’t intentional… hey,” catching the disappointed look on his face, you cupped it with your hand, bringing his eyes to meet yours, “I’m OK. Shit happens.” Chris smiled at your earnest words. He placed hand over yours, rubbing your soft skin with his thumb.

“OK,” he took your hand, pressing a kiss to the top of it. “Any other sports injuries I need to be aware of?”

“That’s the only one,” you giggled, slowly sliding yourself back onto the bed in a more comfortable position against the pillows. Your expression softened when you noticed Chris had followed you with his eyes the whole time, “c’mere,” you sweetly beckoned to him and Chris moved with caution to your side.

“I’ll be careful,” he assured you, his thumb grazing your chin, jaw and tracing your lower lip before he leaned in to kiss you again, this time much slower, savoring the moment. The two of you wrapped around each other, sinking into the comfortable bed.

His movements were delicate, almost too delicate, fearful he would hurt you again. When you picked up on the change, you broke the kiss, much to Chris’ confusion. “Don’t you dare treat me with kid gloves,” Your eyes flashed dark, a smirk tugging your lips.

“Oh sweetheart,” he rumbled, pulling you tight against him, and adjusting the both of you so he was sitting against the headboard, and you were straddling his legs. He didn’t loosen his grip as his hands roamed across your back, inching lower toward your ass, placing hungry kisses along your jaw, down your neck and toward your chest. Your breathing quickened into a soft pant, his fingers finding the hem of your dress. Slipping his fingers under, Chris’ hands slid the fabric up your legs, the feeling searing a sensual burn across your skin. Your hands lowered to meet his, quickly pulling the fabric up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. Chris laid you back, splayed out on the bed in your lace set, running his hands down your body, grazing his fingers across your breasts and torso as you keened, leaning into his touch, soft sighs and whimpers drawn from your lips.

In a quick move, Chris’ shirt was unbuttoned and off of his body, the white undershirt quickly pulled over his head and discarded too. Leaning to press on top of you, the skin to skin contact set you both on fire, and the heavy length pressing into your hip did nothing to satiate the heat pooling in your belly… or between your thighs. Rising a little, he turned his attention to the two perfectly round globes in front of him, shrouded behind the safety of your bra and let a couple of fingers slide between them to the front clasp.

“Chris… please,” you sighed and he unclipped your bra, breasts spilling free from their fabric confines. Chris’ breath hitched in his throat, your nipples pebbling immediately as the air hit. He bent to capture your lips in another toe curling kiss, the coil in your belly winding when his lips moved down your body. Taking one of the peaks into his mouth, Chris lapped eagerly, suckling the sensitive nipple before showing the other the same attention and care. Your back arched off the bed with a moan, head foggy while pleasure took over your senses. Pulling you back to a seated position, you shimmied the fabric off of your shoulders, while he got out of his pants. The two of you found yourselves in a tight seated embrace again, foreheads pressed together between passion fueled kisses, swallowing each other's moans, sighs and grunts. When your fingers played in his soft hair, curious fingers palmed at your breasts, and tweaked your nipples.

One of your hands descended toward his boxer briefs, softly cupping the bulge fighting the fabric. ‘Oh shit’ was all you could think to yourself as you froze for a moment to take in his size, Chris grinning into the next kiss when he felt your change in state.

“Think you can handle all that baby?” Chris was toying with you while his fingers played with the waistband of your panties.

In a clear act of ‘two can play this game’ you broke from his hold, and pushed him down on his back. To mess with him even further, you straddled his waist, facing away from him so he had a clear shot of your ass, but couldn’t see what you were doing. Gripping the waistband of his underwear, you slid it down his legs, cock springing free, hard and the tip reddish purple, already leaking. Chris kicked his underwear the rest of the way down off his legs, and let his hands wander your back and ass, taking care not to aggravate your bruise. Turning over your shoulder to look at him, “I guess we’ll just find out,” you grinned and let your fingers tease around his thighs and lower abdomen, watching his cock twitch and dance at each touch. Chris’ head lolled back, breathing picking up exponentially while you teased, soft whimpers danced in your ears, encouraging you to continue your actions even more. You took your hands away, letting him guess where you would land next.

Once your fingers grazed the underside of his dick, he moaned. Turning back to get a quick look, his eyes were locked on your ass, his hands palming at your body gripping and squeezing. You turned back, pooling some saliva into your other hand while you continued gently letting your fingertips scratch along the velvety soft skin. You took your dry hand away and slowly wrapped your wet one around his girth, thick and heavy. Chris hissed in pleasure once you began to stroke slowly, gently up and down his shaft. Pooling more saliva into your other hand, you brought them together to work in tandem up and down his dick. Slow, controlled, gentle touches drove him up the wall, feeling his hips rut into your hands almost desperate for more speed and friction. At the rate he was going, Chris would need to be peeled off of the ceiling later. The room filled with his moans and grunts, and the occasional sighs and whimpers coming from you when he squeezed at the soft flesh of your ass.

With a string of explicatives, Chris gripped your waist, pulling you back to lay back on top of him, sprawled across the broad expanse of his chest. A firm but gentle hand pressed right under the column of your throat, holding you against Chris’ body while his legs wrapped around yours to hold you open, effectively restraining you against him. “Such a tease,” he murmured into your ear. His other moved down your torso, fingers gripping into the skin until he hit his destination at the waistband of your panties. “Let’s see how you like it,” he smirked, planting a series of kisses against your neck watching your body rise and fall against his as your breath sped up in excitement once his hands dipped into your panties. Chris’ fingers explored, intentionally avoiding your slit which was already soaked at this point. His words, touches, his entire being had affected you so much, it was no surprise that when he finally did dip his fingers between your folds, that he felt how much he had actually done. You felt him smile against your neck, placing more kisses and spurring you further with a couple dirty quips. A whimper escaped you when he withdrew, before releasing your legs to help get your panties off. Once they were at least on one leg, he wrapped back around you, holding you against him again, and brought his fingers to his lips. He let out a low groan at your taste, and while muttering absolute filth and praise into your ear, let his fingers return to your pussy, this time slipping a finger knuckle deep into you.

Crying out in pleasure, your head fell back, exposing more of your neck to Chris for him to kiss and nibble at. His finger pumped slowly in and out of you, adding a second shortly after. “Chris…” you moaned, the pressure building in your belly as the coil his ministrations were winding tightened even further. He curled his fingers into your G-spot and you keened, rocking into his hand, his palm grinding against your clit.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum…” you managed to get the warning out between breaths, barely holding on.

“Go ahead Y/N - make a fucking mess,” Chris goaded. His hand pressed to your chest reached up to wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly to put some pressure.

“Harder,” you squeezed out, right before he added more pressure to your throat, picking up the pace and letting his fingers press deeper into your G-Spot. Gasping for breath, you gripped onto his wrist and found purchase on the sheet next to you as your orgasm wracked your body, shaking and writhing on top of Chris. His hand and legs kept you mostly in place, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of you, pushing your high on a bit longer. The pleasure was almost too intense, but you rode it out just a bit longer, until your lungs were desperate for air. Gripping onto Chris’ wrist, you pulled him away from your swollen lips, the other tapping furiously against the hand around your throat for release. He obliged, releasing his fingers and shifting so you were flat on the mattress. Your breathing settled, Chris watching you come down intently, making sure you were OK. He ran his fingers from where he had settled softly on your chest, sliding up to cup your cheek. You pulled him to you in a kiss, teeth clacking while your tongues wrestled for dominance.

When Chris pulled away, the look in his eyes told you he wasn’t anywhere near finished with you yet. The gentle Chris that had panicked from accidentally hitting your bruise was nowhere to be found. He pinned your wrists above your head, a devious grin played across his face. “For all that teasing, you certainly can take it. How far can I push you?” He genuinely was seeking out a response with a cocked eyebrow.

“I’m not a pillow princess Chris,” you challenged, incredibly turned on at the dominance he was asserting. When you tried to press free from his grip, you found you couldn’t move, and he tightened the grip he had on you just a little. “But maybe if you let me go, I’ll show you how good I can be.”

Chris pressed a filthy kiss to your lips, “Is that so?” He released your hands. “You’re on top pretty girl.” You immediately pushed him onto his back.

“You have a condom?” You asked.

“Yeah - wallet’s in my pants,” he responded and you climbed off of him to grab his pants. Tossing them over, he retrieved the billfold and found a foil packet, tossing the pants and leather to the side. You plucked the condom out of his hands, tearing the packet open and doing the honors of sliding the latex down his shaft yourself. You repositioned yourself over his cock, hovering as he gripped your hips, and sank down on him. The two of you moaned out loudly as he bottomed out, his girth stretching into a good burn. You took a second as the sensation was almost overwhelming when you heard him tease.

“What were you gonna show me?” He playfully chided, observing your facial features twisted up in pleasure. In a split second, you had risen to where just his tip was resting inside of you, and slammed back onto his cock, Chris choking out a “FUCK!” You lifted again, this time, settling back much slower, grinding a circle on his hip before you situated yourself into a rhythm, riding him steadily for a bit.

“Shit you feel so good,” you moaned out, your hands coming up to knead your own breasts. Chris held your hips carefully, grinding you down a bit harder on him. Pulling you forward, he shifted up so his feet were flat, knees bent and was able to suck on your breasts bouncing right in front of his face. He began thrusting hard into you from beneath you. Gripping onto the headboard for support, you screamed at the unexpected pace, Chris clearly amused with himself.

“God you’re so fucking tight,” he praised, shifting to sit so the two of you were face to face. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you repositioned back on to him, grinding on him. One of his hands supported your back, the other slipped between your bodies, seeking out your clit to push you over the edge again. Once he found the sensitive nub, you keened at the contact, draping your arms over his shoulders for support, both of you burying your faces in the other’s neck, heavy pants and grunts exchanged with each thrust.

Chris leaned you onto your back, still seated deep inside of you, and took over once he had you moved comfortably into missionary. You succumbed to his dominance at that point, gripping onto him for dear life as he fucked you hard into the mattress. The both of you craved more skin to skin contact, and him pressing down, covering you with his body made the moment that more intimate.

“You gonna cum for me again?” Chris rumbled, your walls fluttering around him, signaling your impending orgasm.

“Fuck I’m close, yeah,” you sighed, moans and whimpers escaping you with each snap of Chris’ hips. He shifted back to his knees, and dropped his hand to your clit, circling it aggressively and fucked you even harder, his other reaching forward to wrap his fingers around your throat again, applying pressure.

“C’mon baby… let go - I’ve gotcha,” Your moans evolved to cries and eventually a scream when a more powerful orgasm took over your body again. The pleasure coursing through every inch of you was unreal. Your legs shook violently, body jackknifed as it pulsed through you with reckless abandon. Chris was somehow still hard witnessing this all go down, your spent body settling into the bed as you came down from the high and he finally released your throat and pulled out of you. Your hand sought out his dick, stroking at him, keeping him hard. “Baby… you don’t have to-”

“You’re getting off too. I’m not greedy,” you giggled, eyes still shut. Blinking them open, you looked over to him as a huge grin grew on your face. You climbed off the bed as your energy returned, extending your hand to have Chris join you. Trailing a chain of kisses down his body, you sank to your knees, removing the condom and wrapping your fingers around his cock again. “I want you to cum down my throat.” The look you gave him through your eyelashes was downright sinful. Chris groaned at your words, and another one escaped him when you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking ever so lightly. One hand took purchase on his thigh, the other at the base of his cock, and you pressed him deep into your mouth.

“Shit - goddamn,” Chris could barely keep it together, watching you blow him with such fervor and intent. His hands pulled your hair back off of your face, letting you work your lips and tongue up and down his shaft, bobbing back and forth. His profanities became more frequent as his own orgasm closed in. Chris gripped your hair a little harder, and his stuttering breath was your indicator he was close. You pulled off of him with a quick pop before opening wide and taking him as deep as you could. That move alone did him in, and the next thing you knew, he was holding you in place, while he shouted and swore. Warm spurts coated the back of your throat, and you gripped onto his thighs for support, trying desperately to focus on your breath through your nose.

Chris finally released your hair, and you slowly slid him out of your mouth, swallowing back what he had given you. A couple more soft tugs at his cock and he took your hand to stop you. Chris sat, completely spent, and you came to your feet, standing in front of him at the edge of the bed. He pulled you against him, kissing a part of your torso and breasts that were right in front of him, then fell back onto the bed, taking you with him and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. Chris rolled you both to your sides, gently stroking your arm, his blissed out expression seemed to calm you and you felt the adrenaline rush in your system finally slow, and let you gently crash.

“Shit,” you sighed, finally able to relax a bit. “That was-”

“Wow,” Chris finished for you. “Just, wow.” He took your hand, pressing kisses to your wrist and fingertips. The two of you laid silently for a few minutes, taking in the comfort you were each offering to one another.

Your phone chimed with an alert from by the door. You gave Chris a soft kiss on the cheek before getting up, wrapping yourself in a sheet and heading toward the door. Finding your clutch, you retrieved the device. Studying the notification for a moment, your face fell to a bittersweet expression as you walked back into the bedroom.

“What is it?” Chris looked over to you with curiosity, sitting up. You paused, looking over to him as a hint of sadness washed over your features.

“I got a flight… I leave tomorrow.”

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