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anyaeras · 4 months

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Try Again || W.Maximoff

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Summery || Wanda is a streamer and asked for your help, but there was a catch, You had to win In order to get your reward.

Pairing || dom!streamer wanda x sub!reader

Warnings || Smut ,, AFAB reader,, they/them pronouns ,, pet names ,, mommy kink ,, light degrading ,, strap on sex ,, edging ,, pussy slapping ,, exhibitionist ,, maybe Voyeurism ,, punishment ,, restraints ,, gagging ,, overstimulation ,, cunnalingus

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Your girlfriend Wanda was a huge gamer, known for streaming often on social media platforms even gaining a large audience.

For yourself gaming wasn't your strong suit, you tried to play simple games with Wanda but the only one you came close to being good at was animal crossings.

Nonetheless Wanda brought you on her twitch multiple times letting her fans get to know you while also letting you multiple times embarrass yourself until you beg her to help you play better while she ends up having to help you.

Tonight Wanda had an idea, she had told you about wanting to start an OnlyFans to go along with her twitch, with the help of her close (also streamer) friends. You were okay with what Wanda chose to do, you honestly didn't mind as she would also get your approval, and never did anything you told her you were uncomfortable with.

Wanda came up behind Y/n smiling seeing her partner cutting up some fruit finishing making a small snack for the couple.

"Y/n bebe, would you like to do a stream with me? I know You've been practicing?" Wanda asked y/n wrapping her arms their waste.

Y/n thought about it for a moment finally giving in to Wanda's pleads

"Fine" y/n said and like that Wanda dragged her up into the gaming room.

"Wands I need to change first I can't wear this online" y/n giggled a bit noticing they were just in a tank top and short night shorts.

"Oh baby don't worry about that" Wanda teased making y/n blush before setting up the stream for a moment putting on her headset to check on her party chat.

"Nat, Maria? You guys there, y/n agreed to do a stream with us" the gingery brunette said a bit too excited

"Really?" Natasha said a bit surprised

"I skipped some details but my girl will love it" Wanda said knowing y/n in the end would enjoy this

After that Wanda set up the game putting the mic and headset on y/n's head, before pulling y/n to sit on her lap. Starting the stream the second computer monitor showed the live recoding of them y/n blushed a bit over sitting on Wanda's lap but said nothing, at that moment they also didn't even notice this wasn't the twitch streaming set up.

"Hello all my little witches, y/n is back wanting to show everyone how good she's been getting at my games right bebe" Wanda spoke softly running her hands up and down y/n's sides acting oh so innocent as she did.

Starting the game up Wanda aloud y/n to play a warm up match with Natasha and Maria like normal, yet while y/n was busy focusing on the game wanda was keeping up with the large filled chat as well as adjusting herself, slipping a large dildo out from her pants, y/n hadn't even noticed the chat nor Wanda's strap, which was now ready for y/n's pussy.

Y/n won the first practice match with Maria and Natasha carrying her throughout the match.

"You're getting so good at it hun, how about mommy raises the stakes, if you win this round you get to cum, but if you lose you better keep yourself together" Wanda spoke which confused y/n until they felt her strap press against their back, everything clicked, noticing the top of the stream the logo of a website which wasn't twitch.

Once everything clicked in y/n's mind their pussy took over, soaking through her bed shorts.

Wanda laughed moving y/n's shorts down and off, sitting you down on her red strap, not moving you as the faux cock rested inside you.

Whining a bit knowing how badly you are at Wanda's games both video and sexual still you wanted to try your hardest, clicking the button on the controller to enter a match and like that the witches games started, she would thrust her hips upwards her hands resting on your hip forcing you to slide up and than force you right back down on her while you tried to focus on the game, wanting to get your own rewards, muffling your moans as the mic placed on your head was most definitely on, with Natasha and Maria in the party chat.

Wanda could her her friends make fun of your poor playing as apart of the whole plan, the gamer thrusted now even harder trying to hit y/n's G-spot, a loud squeal like moan came from y/n making Natasha and Maria absolutely die laughing, as they now found a new thing to tease y/n about.

"Aww y/n mommy must make your brain melt" Maria teased in a baby tone making Anya whine quickly in the game getting shot at, dying which made the scream flash the words defeat in front of her face.

Wanda took this moment as y/n was moaning struggling to hold herself together as Wanda fucked her brains out.

"Are you close baby?" Wanda asked

Making y/n nod frantically screaming a little at a harsh trust from Wanda yet when y/n nodded Wanda stoped all her motions.

Y/n whined at the loss of pleaser

"Awww you poor thing" Natasha teased in the mic making y/n wiggle a little for any type of friction.

Spanking y/n's thigh to make her stop Wanda whispered into y/n's ear.

"Try again baby, maybe this time you'll try harder if you wanna cum" Wanda said in fake remorse for her submissive partner.

This time y/n loaded into the match quickly trying even harder this time to win, getting a few kills as Wanda bounced y/n up and down on her cock, Wanda smiled as she watched y/n's pussy take her so well.

"You look so so needy right now dear, god I just love when I have you like this" Wanda managed to get out grunting as she kept up the fast trusting until once more y/n died and the screen flashed a defeat.

The fail made y/n whine loudly as they really were struggling now on the border of overstimulation.

"M-mommy please I can't hold it anymore I need to cum please let me cum please" y/n started begging as Wanda's thrust stoped, this time she slapped y/n's puffy cunt making y/n scream and lurch forwards.

The women on the mic teased and laughed at y/n even thought they have been throwing the matches to make y/n have to wait even if she was doing good, while the people on the live stream were sending a bunch of tips.

"Hmm should I make my precious try again or let them cum, your pussy seems so needy and overstimulated baby" Wanda said with fake empathy as she teased y/n's clit with her fingers, waiting for the stream to flood with responses

Being already fucked dumb y/n didn't even bother looking at the chat, Wanda would just read it aloud anyway.

"Keep going she needs to try harder" @CarolDanvers (donated funds)

With that Wanda motioned for y/n to keep going yet when they just whined Wanda slapped y/n's puffy pussy again getting the same reaction to the painful swat as she did earlier.

Wanda reached around starting the match, this game Wanda thrusted even harder than before railing the poor y/n until they just couldn't hold it....

"Mommy I cant i cant" and like that y/n came in front of everyone on the stream, still endless teasing from Natasha and Maria about how what a slut they were for not even making it through the game.

As y/n came everything seemed to stop, Wanda turned off the game leaving the party and shut down the stream, looking now back at y/n.

"I didn't tell you to cum dear, on the bed now" Wanda ordered making y/n run into their shared bed room.

Wanda came into view a few moments later, her clothing discarded as well as the strap with the strap which was once on her waist now in her hands, along with some rope.

"My stupid little baby was too busy being a cockslut to even follow mommy's orders hmm? That to bad." Wanda taunted as she tied both y/n's wrist to the bed frame, before moving to do the same with her ankles.

"M-mommy I'm sorry i didn't mean-" before y/n could finish Wanda reached over to the nightstand grabbing some fabric to gag y/n.

"Shhh no need to speak, if it's too much for you snap your fingers" was all Wanda said before heading into the closet, only to come out with a flogger.

Wanda go to work running the leather on y/n's body before raising her arm coming down hardly on y/n's right thigh, than doing the same thing on the left, small tears of pain and pleaser came to y/n's face.

At some point Wanda moved up to y/n's stomach before back down to her cunt, hitting her hard a few times before feeling like y/n's muffled cries were enough.

Wanda took the gag out of y/n's mouth smiling at her handy work on their body.

"Make me cum and maybe I'll let you do the same naught one" Wanda stated before straddling y/n's face letting them eat her out.

Y/n got to work trying her hardest to make Wanda cum.

"Good girl, keep going, my little slut keep going" Wanda praised grinding her hips down chasing her own high, eventually with a low moan Wanda came on y/n's face.

"Swallow sweetheart" Wanda said softly, brushing her hand on y/n's face. Watching as they did just as they were told, Wanda had y/n whipped.

Wanda grabbed a vibrator, turning it on high before placing it right on y/n's clit.

"You can cum whenever you want, be my good little slut and let go"

Y/n did just like that, her legs shook as they were still tied to the bed, as she quickly came, yet Wanda never moved the vibrator.

"You wanted to cum so bad earlier now cum keep cumming sweetie" Wanda laughed finishing her punishment off, make y/n cum once more, and than again after that, Wanda wouldn't stop until y/n was crying from overstimulation, finally stopping it all.

Wanda turned off the vibrator, setting it aside before un-doing y/n's limbs. Pulling y/n into her arms.

"You did so good baby, so so good, come let me clean you up" Wanda said softly kissing y/n's temple before lifting y/n up slowly to go take a bath.

Resting the rest of the night with y/n in Wanda's arms, at some point at night Wanda looked back at her phone noticing all the tips she made from the stream along with some untrusting text from her best friends, which made Wanda laugh, and y/n blush....

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gagmebucky · 5 years

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this is, how you say, filthy? yeah, this is filthy.

anonymous asked: bucky w #38?? love you

“Really? ‘Cause I think we can, and we are,” he says with confidence that shouldn’t be so attractive. “You've been teasing me since the day you and my sister became friends.” Wrenching you forward, fabric loops around your waist, and he grinds the clothed erection against you. “You feel that, bunny? That’s all you.”

(38.) “You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?” (includes best-friend’s-brother!bucky, dirty talk, unprotected sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, overstimulation.)

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There’s something about your best friend’s brother.

Beyond the fact that he's got the whole gorgeous and reserved thing down—make you chase him when it should be the other way around—but it’s that he maintains a respectable reputation, the epitome of a true gentleman yet it’s the complete opposite.

And, you’re the only one who knows. No one realizes that James Buchanan Barnes is as silver tongued as he is a sweet talker.

“Hey,” you remember him addressing you on a particular morning after staying the night. The rest of the house was still slumbering, and you two were the only ones in the kitchen. A genuinely sweet expression contrasted hotly in your belly as he curiously inquired, “Have you given any thought to how good you’d look wrapped around my cock?”

You were appalled, gasping a few steps back. Behind you, footsteps descending downstairs didn’t stop him from following you, and continuing innocently, “Or, on your knees with my big cock stuffed between your pretty lips?” Before you could respond appropriately aghast, your best friend was sluggishly ambling in, and he was gone and handing her a coffee like he deserved a brother of the year award.

How about the time you were checking your mail?

Likewise, your next door neighbor had strolled over, leaning on your mailbox to tell you matter of factly, “I gotta say, I really appreciate how you leave the curtains open when you masturbate. A free show all for me.” It was prideful and self-satisfied that he invaded your privacy in that way. As you processed it, before you could deny such intent, he was whispering in your ear with wicked promise, “But, truthfully, given how fucking sexy you look, next time I’m taking it as an invitation.”

Or, your personal favorite, in the middle of church.

“Y’know, you ought to be ashamed of yourself,” he spoke lowly next to you as you lined up for communion. “Coming to church in a cockteasing dress like that,” he tsked, somehow managing to dance his fingers underneath the hem without anyone noticing. “I’m supposed to be worshiping God, not how fuckable your ass looks. I’ve got half a mind to take you over my lap, bunny.”

Just thinking about it sends shivers down your spine. There’s times where you doubt whether he uttered such vulgar language to you because everyone else insists and compliments how he’s a reputable and admirable man. But how true is that when he talks casually about fucking you until you can’t walk so you’ll have to stay on his cock.

It’s not like you can tell anyone; what are you gonna say? ‘Hi, yes, best friend? Your brother has been saying the most deplorable things to me, and it’s gotten to the point where I have to bring two pairs of panties when we hang out.’

And it isn’t like you want it to stop—you just want the ache to stop. Scratch that, you want the ache to be soothed. It’s become downright cruel. Whenever you hear his name, smell his cologne, think about him, you’re overwhelmed in licentious need.

Seemingly innocent touches, secretive croons privately and publicly, that bastard thinks it’s funny when you’re breathing heavily, and people are wondering if you’re okay. You plan to wipe that smile off his face; you’re gonna beat him at his own game.

The annual family reunion is stationed in the Barnes backyard. The sun shines, the pool sparkles and barbecue smokes in the air, the blue-eyed brunettes laugh and catch up. As always, you’re invited, and you arrive in a short dress and no underwear, with a mindset rivaling his.

Unintentional and chaste, you don’t mean to brush your ass against him; your dress rises unbeknownst to you in front of him as you pluck a flower; it’s pure happenstance your eyes connect with his amid suck-suck-sucking on a popsicle.

His glare burning into you should warn you this is dangerous, but you still shoot him a bright smile before disappearing into his house.

His sister, your best friend, has asked you to check inside for more seasoning, and the sweat gathering in your center is grateful for the break. You do feel some guilt for doing it behind her back, but a part of you argues it’s all his fault—he is the one who started it.

So, you slip into the kitchen and force him from your mind. Mr. Barnes is running out of cayenne pepper and dried basil leaves, and you have the important task of retrieving the re-ups. With a hum, you walk past the granite island and push to your toes at the spice cabinet. The Barnes household has many, labeled similarly, in glass bottles in a swivel rotation.

The sliding door opens and rattles behind you, but you don’t bother checking. You continue leisurely browsing the cabinet until your skin prickles with goosebumps and that baritone voice growls accusatory through the air, “You’re not wearing anything under that.”

You spin, bracing your hands on the counter, and take in his unhinged form. The sight floods heat in your center at his icy blues, dilated black, sharp jaw defined by a clenching tick, the sexual frustration coiled in his broad form.

“You’re not wearing anything under that,” he repeats with primal edge. “And you’ve been doing everything to make sure I know, and it’s driving me fucking crazy—exactly what you wanted.”

A gasp falls from your lips. “James—” you attempt to begin your innocent act, but he’s not having it.

“Every chance you got, you were bending over so I could get a glimpse of that pretty pussy of yours,” he hisses, pushing forward with enclosing strides. “Flashing me like ‘don’t you wanna fuck me swollen and leaking your cum’?”

His words sink in like fiery fangs, pumping electrifying heat into your veins. Your thighs instinctively press together when a roaring throbbing flares below. It worsens as he crowds you, your lower back careening into the counter while he towers over you.

He grasps your throat, fingertips angling your jaw upward. “If you hadn’t left, I would’ve. You would’ve been wrapped around my cock in front of my whole family.” The grip tightens, blue eyes feral. “That excites you, doesn’t it, bunny? I bet you’d like it if I dragged you out there and showed everyone how fucking crazy you make me. How about it then?”

“J - James!” you moan, and you don’t mean to, your hands slapping over your mouth. “I - I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t done anything!”

He chuckles, low and humorless. “No? The pure princess doesn’t know what I’m talking about?” he mocks, a wry smile as he asks with faux innocence, “So I guess that means you’re not wet?”

You most definitely are, but you’d sooner diddle yourself in front of his family than admit it to him. You stick your nose up, as much as you can, and stammer an unconvincing, “Nn—n - no!”

“Then what’s this?” Without warning, he’s shoving your dress up and slotting a calloused hand where you’re bare and drenched. “It’s a fucking waterfall down here, bunny. You’re dripping down your thighs, and you expect me to believe this little innocent charade?”

“Oh, God,” you whimper beneath the sinful knead of his fingers. You almost drop but he catches you with the hand that releases your throat. “You started it!” Your fists curl into his shirt for stability, yet your lips still stretch into a goading smile, never mind the fact you’re practically a puddle in his palm. “I - I hope everyone saw your hard on because it was so fucking obvious.”

“Laugh it up, bunny,” he hisses in your ear while you moan at his fingertips encircling your clit, and he returns to span your jaw. Your gaze is fixed on him, deep depths glowing in authority. “‘Cause you’re the one who’s gonna fix it.”

He’s your best friend’s brother, and doing him is totally against girl code, right? It’s especially bad considering she’s right outside, and you’re in their kitchen for God’s sake. “We - we can’t, James,” you try but he’s rolling his thumb across your clit. “F - fuck!”

“Really? ‘Cause I think we can, and we are,” he says with a confidence that shouldn’t be so attractive. “You've been teasing me since the day you and my sister became friends.” Wrenching you forward, fabric loops around your waist, and he grinds the clothed erection against you. “You feel that, bunny? That’s all you.”

He’s huge, and you tremble with the last shred of common sense; laughter and loud talking drifting through the glass doors. There’s people outside, yards away, and you’re supposed to be doing something although it’s getting hard to focus on anything that isn’t him. “Everyone is outside. They could walk in—”

He laughs, only a twinge of humor is there. “I think we both know you want that.” For a moment, he releases you, going to undo his pants: solidifying you two will be doing this—doing each other. “Besides, you should’ve thought about that before.”

A rush of adrenaline pairs with disbelief as your stomach dips. “You won’t do it,” you goad weakly, and, in a likewise manner, you stumble past him. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the label Cayenne sitting on the edge of the island counter. “All you do is talk because you don’t have the balls to actually—”

An arm hooks across your waist, pinning your back against his chest, and his hand tangles in your hair, twisting your head up and on his shoulder. “Is that right, bunny?” he growls. You can feel him positioning something hot and silky nuzzling your folds. “Say it again.”

Throat bared, eyes on the ceiling, acutely aware the head of his cock is smearing wetness along your slit, you take his dare. “You won’t,” you breathe because you hope to God he will.

With haste, he’s plunging forward and slamming you, bending over the cool counter in the process. An upheaval of blazing sensations besieges you as your pulsing channel clamps around the thickness. Something a hybrid of a gasp and shriek tears from your throat, and your hands smack for purchase at the granite edge.

“Now, tell me again, I don’t have the—” His hips draw back then ram in until his balls are nestled against your clit. “Does that feel like you were right, bunny?”

“Oh, God. J - James—Bucky,” you breathlessly moan. Your nipples are chafing through braless cotton. The mass settled in your stomach hurdles to half-mast after seconds of him inside you, and you writhe in search of forecasted relief. “You - you—you’re inside me. And, God, I - I need you to move.”

His hands caress your ass then sharply crack down to send a shudder down your spine, channel spasming momentarily at the shot of pain, and your hips still in their wild rocking. His lips are grazing the curve of your neck, an infuriating quirk branding your skin. “Then you should apologize.”

“F - for?!” you splutter, astounded by his audacity.

Another smack resounds against your left cheek, and his hold reaffirms against your scalp. “Taunting me all this time. With your hair flips, no bra so I can see your nipples and skimpy pajamas that’d rip so easily, walking around looking that good with no regard for how irresistible you are.” The praise has you twitching around him, and he practically purrs. “I’ve gotta say, you feel even better than I imagined, and trust me, I’ve been imagining.”

“You started it—y - you started it!” you snap with a crack in your voice. “You should apologize to me.” With sexually frustrated spite simmering inside you, you clench and unclench your inner muscles around him, an effectively provoking act that has him moaning deep in his throat.

“F - fuck!” he rasps. “That’s not fair, bunny, but if you want it, then you’ll fucking get it.”

He wrenches your arms back, hooking his forearm at the junction of your elbows. In that position, he pulls you backward and forces an arch in your back. Then he’s driving into you brutally and reaching places you never knew you had.

The head of his cock is nudging over a raw spot repetitively. Each stroke burgeons with a fever, rising to overtake you in flames, and you quiver with every slap of your skin. Breathy sounds become louder, and his palm quiets you.

“Out of all the ways, places to get my cock inside you, and you pick now?” he’s a breathy taunt. “When whoever can see? Do you want everyone to see how depraved I can get you? Huh, bun—”

Far away, your name rings out, the unmistakable voice of your best friend, then again, “Yo!” but this time it's much closer. It’s the third call, the silly stress of syllables only strides away, that the realization sets in, and fear of being caught strikes you.

“Shit. My sister,” he mutters, a flicker of annoyance before he assures you, “If you think I’m gonna stop fucking you, you’re wrong, bunny.”

He frees your arms, and it allows you to stand somewhat straight. Your hands splay out on the counter, supporting yourself as he remains buried in you to the hilt. Smoothing down your dress, he gives the appearance he’s simply behind you, from the waist down hidden by the granite.

Just in time because the door slides out on a faltering call of, “Hey!” as your best friend spots you. Her vindicated smile turns questioning at the positioning, a thick and arched eyebrow raising. “Just wanted to know if you found the cayenne and basil,” she explains, confusion clouding, and you know she’s wondering why her brother is pressing against you like that. “What are you guys..?”

Possessing a coherency you can only marvel at, James is reaching beyond you to pluck the askew cutting board, knife and green leaves laying atop. “There’s no more basil so your little friend wanted me to teach her how to chop it up fresh,” he answers easily, a soothing tone unlike the primal one you’re used to. “You know, she’s just so cl - clumsy...” The maintenance of charm trips up when you purposely squeeze around his cock, a sense of satisfaction through you at the interrupted insult.

“Y - yeah,” you speak up, hoping he hears your underlying delight, hoping the overlying will convince her. “The cayenne is right there. I - I’ll bring the basil out after we’re finished,” is your urging excuse because he’s throbbing hot inside you, and the pit in your stomach is pleading for release.

“Okay—” she begins to say her goodbyes, but James slams his hands down on the counter, a rough motion that jolts you on his cock, and a low moan bubbles in your chest.

“No, no. You can stay. This’ll only take a second,” he cuts in, an initial strain of his voice that levels out with secretive wickedness. “I want you to see how good she’s getting at this.”

You hide your shock, trepidation at the continued pause and risk of your activities, and attempt a smile. Bastard. “O - okay,” you shakily agree. A part of you is surprised he might jeopardize his fasade while another isn’t when it’s at your expense.

His arms shadow around you, nonverbally directing you to pick up the chef’s knife, and you do. A calloused palm covers your hand, gently guiding the sharp blade up and down.

It’d be cutely domestic if not for him trailing his other hand below; down underneath the hidden part of your dress, fingertips teasing your clit. The knife clatters as a shiver ripples through you. “I - I can’t do it,” you quickly say, doing your best to be apologetic. “Sorry.”

“I’ll do it,” your best friend volunteers, oblivious, taking the board to her side of the island. “It’ll be faster that way.”

“Yeah - yeah,” you nervously assent and shift your weight in hopes of deterring his tactful touch—it doesn’t. Instead, his caress heavies and three rough digits spiral around your bundle of nerves, and your stomach drops in anticipation with sparks spearing through you.

You're not going to cum around his cock with his sister right there, you insist to yourself. You won’t, you refuse. Your hands encase around his flexing wrist, tugging to stop because the heat is ascending up your toes.

“O - oh no,” you whisper because you might cum around his cock with his sister right there. Your nails dig into the smooth counter, juxtaposing to the calm demeanor you force upon yourself. Lasering your focus on chopping does nothing to distract from the clawing sensations inside you, a tremble weakening your knees, and attempts to wriggle away from the reactive touch are unsuccessful.

“J - James,” you hush underneath the loud and incessant chop of sterling on wood. “Not right h - here—”

“You started this,” he hisses quietly in your ear, and you can feel the smugness in the upped pace against your clit. “Now, you’re going to finish.”

“Okay. That’s done so,” you hear your best friend saying. “Let me just get this. And this. . .” Sweeping freshly minced basil onto a plate and picking up a half full bottle of red spice, she’s trekking off in the opposite direction without another look. “Keep chopping and bring it out here when you’re finished.”

James’ hands clasps over your mouth, “James—!” as the inferno swallows you up. Your walls flutter tight, but his fingers keep going. It’s too much, and your legs are jelly. Thankfully, he’s catching you, and whisks you both down behind the kitchen island.

“Oh my fucking God,” he groans behind you in reverse cowgirl, legs strewn about on wooden floors, huddled against the bottom row of cabinets. “You’re like a fucking vice when you cum.” With no regard for your sensitivity, he’s got his hands on your hips and bouncing you up and down. “It’s like being balls deep in my own slice of heaven.”

“W - wait,” you gasp. Smarting shocks bite at your nerves as you struggle to handle the barrage of sensations brought on by the unrelenting pound of his thick and long cock. “James—I can’t—wait—”

“Wait?” he repeats, sounding equally amused and aghast at the prospect, an animalistic growl to his voice. “Oh, I’ve been waiting, and it’s been torture. Even worse now, knowing you’ve been holding out on me with this tight, little pussy.”

The words physically hurt, a contradictory billow of pleasure intertwined with pain. You whimper, an involuntary reaction that snaps your bent legs shut.

But only for a second because he’s breathlessly chuckling in your ear. “Nuh-uh. Nope, bunny. Not so fast.” He curls his ankles around yours and prises them wide open. “You’re gonna take my cock, and you’re gonna cum around me, again. It’s only fair.”

Your mind threatens to disconnect with your body because the reality is surreal. You can’t be in your best friend’s kitchen, with her supposedly honorable brother mercilessly fucking you through an orgasm where anyone can catch you.

His hands are pawing at your dress, palming your tits and roughly massaging, pinching your pebbled nipples between his fingers. All the while, your thighs are spread wide, and his cock hammers in and out of you at a climbing rate.

Your hands smother your mouth, muffling shrieks and whimpers, as pain and pleasure surges through you. Ravaged completely, you squeeze your eyes shut and ride it out when everything swells excruciatingly.

“Oh - oh, God...” you whimper and your hands flail out because you’re convinced you’re floating. “James—Bucky—please—”

“That’s right, bunny,” he coos in your ear, a new strength burrowing into you. “Beg. Sounds so pretty when you do.” His hand drops and takes advantage of your clit, fingers rubbing fiery static through you. “I said, beg, bunny. Beg me to cum inside you.”

You shake your head but you’re already obeying. “Will you p - please cum inside me?”

“Fucking finally,” he rasps and blasts you full of hot plasma, forearm anachoring you down to fill you up as deep as possible. It’s lighter fluid to another powerful orgasm, rippling across you into oblivion.

With a whimper of his name, all pleasure is wringed out of you, pain transitioning into bliss, eventually into numbness, aftershocks zapping you, residual contractions around him that have him groaning.

It’s otherwise communicated as a cool down time, but the screech of a door gliding open rips that from you. “Hey?” your unaware best friend calls. “Buck?”

“Oh no,” you whisper and somehow manage the strength to get up. Before popping into view, you blindly adjust your dress, ruffled with your nipples out due to unabashed fondling. Liquid is trailing down your inner thighs as you straighten. “H - hey. Just - just dropped something.”

Surprised but with no reason to assume you’re lying, she smiles and pads over. It dwindles into confusion, glancing at the un-chopped basil. “I thought you guys were...” The emotion increases as she realizes. “Where’s...”

You feel eyes between your trembling knees, then fingers skimming along the wetness drenching you, and he finally springs beside you. “I was pretty sure we had another thing of dried basil in one of those bottom compartments,” he explains suavely, cool as a cucumber. “My mistake. I’m sorry.” He flashes a contrite look. “Let me do this quick—”

“No, no. You already do so much,” she insists and takes the duty from him. “You guys should enjoy the rest of the cookout.”

“Oh. I think we’ve enjoyed it more than enough in here,” he says, a secretive quality only you can discern as always. While she hums in half hearted attention, he leans down and speaks to you lowly, “Fucked swollen and leaking my cum. Felt better and looks better than I ever thought. So, if you think I’m done with you, then, oh, bunny, you have no idea who I am.”

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