#more smut

[its-monster-mash]

Didn’t Your Momma Ever Tell You not to Talk to Strangers

Bo Sinclair X Reader - Part Three

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Rough Sex(Consensual), Allusion to past non-con(not with Reader)

Part One Part Two

You stir awake, confused with your body aching, in an unfamiliar bed. The last night’s events come back to you when your eyes settle on the man sprawled out on the bed next to you.

Bo.

He looks so peaceful, almost angelic where the light peeks through the heavy curtains and illuminates him. You can’t help but to lean down and press a soft kiss to his forehead.

A sharp inhale, and a soft sigh, and he’s settled deeper into sleep’s embrace. For a moment, you think about settling back into the blankets yourself—it would be so easy to settle into the crook of Bo’s arm—but you’d skipped lunch yesterday, and then missed dinner in favor of satisfying more urgent hungers, so the treacherous bastard that is your stomach forces you to stay awake.

Still though, it’s hard to tear your eyes away from him, now that you have a moment to take in his form in relative stillness.

You know it’s rude to stare, but there’s no one awake to catch you now, so you let your eyes wander over him unreserved—more studying him than anything. Your breath catches in your lungs when you get a good look at his wrists—you’d thought you’d seen scars, but you’d been so preoccupied with the rest of him last night that you didn’t really let it sink in.

You can tell by the thickness and coloration that these are old scars, and you shudder to think of what exactly could have done that to him.

He lets out a small whimper in his sleep, and that reminds you that your little habit is still fucking creepy when the subject of your fascination is asleep—perhaps moreso.

He makes more small sounds of distress, and you wonder if maybe you should wake him—would that be more kind than letting him sleep?

Probably not—he exerted himself quite a bit last night, taking you through round after round of sticky, sweaty, bloody sex—honestly you’re surprised the two of you aren’t sticking to the sheets right now. Smoothing the mess of his hair out of his forehead, you lean in to press another soft kiss to the clammy skin there, and you’re relieved to see him calm, relaxing back into a deep sleep.

Food.

The cavity inside of you aches from the emptiness, and it’s loud and insistent enough to take precedence over the ache of your muscles, and the bruises he’s left all over your body like a lover’s lipstick.

There’s an old Korn shirt folded up beside your pillow that most definitely wasn’t there when you fell asleep—you figure Bo must have left it there for you. You don’t bother to go and find your bra, pulling the soft-worn shirt over your head like a trophy.

Damn.

It’s been a long time since you’ve worn someone else’s clothes, and you relish the way it feels against your skin.

No sense in bothering with bottoms—the shirt is long enough that you’ve worn dresses shorter than it—and you doubt Bo will complain if he’s got easy access when he does wake up.

Especially if he comes downstairs to find you fixing the two of you some breakfast.

He laid down a few ground rules before you fell asleep in his arms last night—you could help yourself to anything in the kitchen as long as you made enough to share, but under no circumstances were you to go in the basement or to go outside without him.

You’d made fun of him about his Mysterious Basement, and something strange flashed across his eyes before he explained that there was a lot of dangerous old equipment down there that he didn’t want messed with—and that the locals are not the friendliest with outsiders, so it’s just best that you don’t go tryin’ to explore the town without him.

He didn’t need to explain himself to you, though—you’re plenty happy to follow his rules since he’s kind enough to let you stay with him after shit hit a boiling point with Tasha and her annoying little boytoy.

It was her that wanted him to come along after all—but all he’d done was bother you.

She had the fucking nerve to be mad at you for it.

You look forward to stopping in to see Bo every time you make your bi-monthly road trip, but yesterday you’d hoped that reminding Tasha, and Corey, of your crush on Bo would get them both to lay off—but Corey pushed you over the edge.

Maybe Tasha was right—maybe you are putting yourself in unnecessary danger; Bo is still technically a stranger to you, after all—you don’t even know his last name.

But if you’d stayed, you couldn’t guarantee that you’d behave—at least this way you could stay in a house with someone you want to trust—rather than getting kicked out on the side of the road after you inevitably wiped that smirk off of Corey’s face.

You don’t think of yourself as particularly violent—but there’s only so far you can be pushed before something snaps in you, and you know it—it’s just safer for everyone if you stay here with Bo until Tasha can come back without him.

But none of that’s important right now.

Now the pressing issue is getting yourself acquainted with his kitchen—first thing’s first—you’d better get it cleaned up before you start digging around for ingredients. It feels a little tacky to get cooking and then only wash what you used when he’s got so much lying around.

Ooh, better start coffee too, you might need it by the time you’re done cleaning up.

It’s not that you’re judging—you’ve seen worse messes in the college dorms, to be honest—but he never did discuss any kind of rent for your stay, so the least you can do is take care of this much.

You’re washing up the last of the mugs when the sound of the kitchen door startles you, and an equally taken aback man stands in the doorway, staring at you with wide eyes that you’re sure match your own.

Bo didn’t tell you anyone else was supposed to show up, but the sheer confusion on the man’s face at the sight of you suggests he’s actually supposed to be here.

“Hey,” you force yourself to start talking, very much wishing you had bothered to find your shorts. “Uh…I’m a—guest—of Bo’s.” You’re suddenly very aware of all the bruises on your body, and you hope to god the man has the decency not to mention them.

You hold your still-soapy hand out for him to shake, and he accepts it a bit awkwardly.

“Blink twice if you’re here against your will.”

For a moment he looks serious, but at the look of utter confusion on your face, he breaks into a wide grin and an easy laugh that makes you feel a whole lot better.

“I’m just foolin’ wit’cha.” He drops his duffel bag to the ground, taking a seat at the table as he studies you. “So you’re Bo’s mysterious girlfriend—heard a lot about you—wasn’t sure you actually existed.”

“Not sure I’d use that word quite yet.” You offer an awkward laugh, turning back to the sink to hopefully hide the way the thought of being something more than just a convenient Fuck Buddy to Bo makes you blush.

“Bo would.” He grins, seeming to relish your discomfort. “Name’s Lester—I’m the baby brother.”

“Nice to meet you.” You smile at him, tugging the hem of your borrowed shirt. “I didn’t know Bo had brothers.” Of course, you don’t actually know very much about Bo to begin with.

“Yeah, there’s two of us—Vincent is Bo’s twin, but uh—I don’t know if you’ll see him any time soon.” Lester squints, squeezing his lips together like he’s suddenly not sure exactly how much he’s supposed to tell you—given Bo apparently hasn’t bothered to fill you in on much of anything.

“Why not? Is he away?” Your brow furrows; it’s really none of your business—but he seemed to offer the information readily enough.

“Vin’s shy—he’s one a’ them reclusive artist types.” He drums his fingers on the table. “He’s real talented though; got a lot a’ work down in our Momma’s ol’ Wax Museum.”

Your eyes light up, and suddenly you find yourself forgetting to be self-conscious. “No kidding; I saw the outside of the Museum when Bo drove me up here, but I haven’t been in.”

His eyes narrow on you, his expression becoming ever-so-slightly hesitant—you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t spent so much time studying body language over the years. “Just how much of the town have you seen?”

“Not a thing,” you admit. “I’ve only ever stopped by to see Bo—and last night he said he doesn’t want me going down into town without him.”

“Oh.” Lester nods slowly, like things are falling into place for him. “Okay, that makes sense.”

You’re about to open your mouth to ask more questions, when Lester perks up. “Hey, you’re the one always bringin’ Bo snacks and stuff—did I interrupt you gettin’ ready to cook breakfast?”

There it is.

“I was just getting the dishes out of the way before I start looking at ingredients.” You dry your hands off on your shirt. “Bo said I could help myself to the kitchen as long as I made enough to share.”

“Oh, so now he’s all about sharing,” Lester huffs, and you can’t help grinning at the way his arms cross like a petulant child. “Greedy bastard won’t let anyone else try the goodies you bring him.” He does his best to look all big and mean and grumpy, and you snort when you realize he’s doing an impression of Bo. “She made it for me—get your own girl.”

“Oh he didn’t,” you laugh. “That’s so rude.”

“That’s what I’m sayin’!” He throws his hands up into the air. “So—you want me to help you find anything? That oughta earn me a seat at the table, right?”

“Sure, Lester.” You smile at him, crossing your arms playfully as you picture Bo hoarding your gifts and calling you his girl. “I’ll bake some muffins if we’ve got the stuff for them—that’s a sharing food.”

“Wow, you are sweet.” He pulls over a chair to climb on, getting a better vantage point to peruse the cabinets. “The hell are you doin’ wit’ Bo?”

“Well, he’s been sweet to me.”

“Sure as hell have,” Bo grumbles, wandering into the kitchen in nothing but boxers and socks.

Your chest tightens at the sight of him, thinking about what Lester had said. “I made coffee—Lester was just helping me find the ingredients I need to make a batch of muffins.”

His expression softens, and he sidles up real close to you, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “Coffee, fresh baked muffins, and a pretty girl gettin’ it for me—man could get used to that.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist. “There’s a can ‘a pumpkin in the third cabinet over.”

That’ll occupy Lester for a second; long enough for Bo to lift your shirt up for a quick peek—relishing the marks he’d left on your body—evidence that may as well spell out ‘Bo Sinclair Was Here’. He chuckles when you cover yourself back up at breakneck speed—pleased that he’s the only one you’re eager to go showin’ off for.

He takes a step closer, pinning you between the kitchen counter and his large frame—he relishes the way your hands splay across his chest when he presses a less than innocent kiss under your ear. “Sorry I forgot to tell you we ain’t alone on Laundry Day,” he whispers, his hot breath washing over your ear before he teases you terribly with a lascivious nip. “Otherwise I’d take you right fuckin’ now.”

“Still in the room,” Lester groans in mock irritation, tossing the can of pumpkin at Bo.

He’s fast as lightning when he turns to catch it, and annoyance flashes across his face. “Hey dumbass, you could’a hit her.”

“Oh no way,” Lester laughs. “You wouldn’ta let your girlfriend get hit.” He mocks Bo with an exaggerated show of over the top kissy noises, and Bo whips the can back at him.

“I’m gonna hit you if you keep runnin’ yer damn mouth!” Bo makes the sourest damn expression you’ve ever seen—not unlike a kid in full-tantrum mode—before he picks up Lester’s duffel bag and tosses it to him—a little more gently. “Go do your fuckin’ laundry—shit’s stinkin’ up the place.”

“Oh because roadkill is so much worse than motor oil.” Lester rolls his eyes, but ducks when Bo grabs a mug out of the dish strainer. “It was nice to meet you!” He shoots you one last smile before running off into some other part of the house.

“You guys are such brothers—”

You’re cut off by Bo’s lips on yours, and you gasp when he picks you up and sets your ass down right on the kitchen counter. “Sorry,” he grunts, not sounding remotely sorry. “Couldn’t wait any longer.”

“Bo!” You shriek, weaving your fingers into his hair when he pushes his way between your thighs, his hot tongue dragging through your folds and across your clit.

Your pussy is still sore and swollen from the absolute punishment it took from him last night, so you’re already overstimulated when he slips a finger inside, growling like an animal as he sucks on your clit.

You can’t help squeezing your thighs together around his head, and apparently that was the wrong move, because his mouth leaves your clit in order to bite down hard on the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

He grins when he hears you yelp.

He leans back, taking a good eyeful of you sat up on the counter, your face flushed with need—for him—with only one of his old shirts for modesty. He sees something in your eyes that he’s never been able to simply take from the victims he’s had before.

You want him, and there ain’t a lick of shame in your eyes about it.

He rubs the already bruising spot where he’d bitten you with a careful tenderness, and you hum. “God, you’re just so damn good for me.”

He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. You’ve spent exactly one night here—he knows it’s not the time to be laying it on so thick. You ain’t like the other girls—you still like him by choice—he doesn’t want to fuck that up by letting you know just how much of an effect you have on him. How much he’s fixated on you from the very beginning.

He doesn’t want to give you that kind of power over him—he can’t afford to give you a knife to twist.

But God help him, there you go twisting it anyway.

He’d been so caught up in his own head that he hadn’t noticed your soft hands creeping up to cup his cheeks—fuck—you always look so fuckin’ sweet when you hold him tender and look into his eyes.

He’s terrified you’re gonna look right into his soul, and that you won’t like what you see.

“Wanna be your good girl,” you whisper, your lips ghosting his before you take his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Oh Sugar,” he groans, moving his hand between you to rub your clit—taking back at least a little control. “You got no idea what you’re doin’ to me.”

You whimper so sweet against his lips, and he drinks it all in. He kisses the corner of your mouth, the curve of your jaw, your throat—lower and lower until he’s once again settled between your legs.

You deserve this. So good for him. The longer he can keep you dumb for his touch the longer he can keep you here and drag out the illusion that he’s the man you want, the man who makes your heart flutter with something other than fear.

Two fingers—you’re already wet enough that he ain’t bothering with just one—curl against the sweet spot inside of you, and your hands are back in his hair as you squirm in his grasp.

“Want you to look at me,” he growls against your clit, before his tongue darts back out to trace his full name.

God.

There’s a desperate hunger in your eyes when they meet his, and he knows that the tears of pleasure pricking at your lashes are all for him.

“Fuck, Bo,” you whine, wriggling your hips against his face. “Gonna cum.”

“Come on, Baby,” he grunts. “Le’me have it.”

He’s utterly transfixed by the way you try to keep your eyes open when you lose control of your body—like you want to see the man between your legs as he laps up your sweet juices.

It’s a big fuckin’ ego boost, and it goes straight to his head.

Suddenly, he’s standing, looming over you and wrapping a hand around your throat while the other keeps on pettin’ your sweet pussy.

“Bo, please,” you whine, your thighs trembling from the overstimulation. “It’s too much.”

“Bo, please,” he teases you, though he gives you a break long enough to pull his cock free from his boxers, sliding it through your slick before smacking you a couple good times against the clit. “You want this cock, honey?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while your eyes fixate on where the head of his cock just barely dips into you.

“Words, Sugar,” he insists, the hand on your throat moving to cup your jaw to force you to look him in the eyes. Mistake. His heart flutters at the look of utter need you give him. “You want more than just the tip, you're gonna have to remember your manners.”

“Please, Bo,” you beg, your lip quivering pathetically as you try to will your pretty little head to form thoughts. “Need to feel you inside me.”

Need.

He can’t help himself from sinking into you—‘Need’ feels like a good word when he’s buried deep in the warmth of your sex. He kisses you hard, and he knows damn well his grip on your jaw is gonna bruise—but as long as you keep clinging to him for dear life and moaning so pretty in his mouth he can’t be bothered to care. His tongue traces the curve of your lips, before plunging past your teeth to dance against your own.

“You like tastin’ yourself on me, Sweetheart?”

You nod, stealing another kiss like you can’t help yourself before deigning to speak. “Fuck, Bo, yes.”

One of your hands snakes around to squeeze his throat, and the growl that escapes him is nothing short of feral.

For a split second, he’s enraged that you’d fuckin’ dare, but the manic lust on your face as you choke him is so damn hot he nearly busts right there.

Instead, he pulls out of you, ripping himself from your grasp. You let out a ragged moan from the loss of contact, but he doesn’t give you enough time to be disappointed before grabbing you by the back of the neck and slamming you face down against the table, giving your ass a good hard smack with his free hand.

God damn you’re a filthy slut—wriggling your ass back against him like you’re desperate for it.

Lucky for you, you’re not the only one who’s nasty.

He rams his cock back into your heat, his grip on your neck still forcing your face down into the table as he chases his release like a beast in rut.

He growls in your ear, more animal than man, before taking the lobe between his teeth. “You’re mine, you fuckin’ hear me?”

“Bo!” You shriek, the coil at the core of your pleasure threatening to snap.

“Say you know you’re fuckin’ mine,” he growls. “‘I’m yours, Bo.’” His other hand slips around you to palm your clit roughly, too roughly. “Say. It.”

“I’m YOURS,” you all but sob as you come undone around his cock, body all alight from the too-intense pleasure.

He’s not far behind—his thrusts become erratic, and he doesn’t even care about dragging it out any longer as he explodes inside of you, panting like a dog against your shoulder as your bodies melt into shuddering spasms.

“Damn fuckin’ right.”

He allows himself to slump back into one of the kitchen chairs, dragging you with him with his cock still inside you.

You take his hand to your lips and kiss his knuckles. His heart lurches in his chest.

“Fuck, Bo.” You lean your head back against his shoulder, smiling at him with that blissed out and dumb look on your face. “That’s one way to work up an appetite.”

His hand snakes up to squeeze your titty through his old shirt as he laughs, burying his face in your shoulder.

He can hardly fucking believe you’re real.

#Bo Sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair fanfic #bo sinclair x female reader #bo sinclair x you #house of wax (2005) #house of wax 2005 #dymetynttts #Everyone say Hi Lester #more smut #little more if Reader’s thoughts this time #because Bo is Asleep in the first half #god I love this disaster man #Bo: ‘I gotta be chill about this.’ #Also Bo: ‘SAY YOU KNOW YOU’RE MINE’ #Lester waking in like ‘Oh Fuck did this bitch kill my brothers???’ #thinking maybe she’s an escaped Bo Victim #but NOPE SHE’S PUMPKIN BREAD GIRL #And Lester is 1000% willing to throw Bo under the bus #as a good brother should #Grumpy Morning Bo

[sweet-s0rr0w]

Light some candles, run a bath, and get yourself in the mood for some top quality smut, as I present... a follow up to last year's collaborative Drarry sex scene reclist! This is an all new selection of some absolutely scorching favourite smutty scenes and fics picked by an (almost) all new cast of Drarry writers, artists, reccers and fans!!!! A huge thank you to my fabulous contributors @babooshkart, @caroll-in, @citrusses, @crazybutgood, @danpuff-ao3, @emmalovesdilemmas, @epitomereally, @geesenoises, @getawayfox, @ghaniblue, @kbrick, @lettersbyelise, @makeitp1nk, maesterchill, @moonflower-rose, @mxlfoydraco, oknowkiss, @rockingrobin69, @sitp-recs, @softlystarstruck, sorrybutblog, tackytigerfic, wolfpants and @xanthippe74 (and me!)

Please mind the tags and practice DLDR as unsurprisingly these fics feature a wide variety of kinks and some are dub/non-con. Don’t forget to leave kudos!

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[lis-likes-fics]

Couldn’t Wait, Huh?

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff Warnings: Lesbian smut, dub!con, slight? somnophilia, threesome, oral giving and receiving, masturbation, fingering, face riding, praise kink, teasing, dirty talk, slight degradation, switch!Wanda, dom!Natasha, switch!Reader. A/N: This has been in my drafts for a bit, so I’m finally posting it. Have fun!

You were all coming back from a mission. It was late at night and Natasha was driving back to the compound with you and Wanda in the backseat.

You were your head laying across Wanda's lap, sleeping as Wanda's hands carded through your hair. Natasha glanced back at the two of you, smiling at her girls before turning her eyes back to the road.

Wanda watched you as her thumb brushed over your cheek, moving to cup your throat. She saw the way you moved slightly, your lips falling open as a breath left you.

Her lips curled into a smirk, her fingers trailing down the column of your throat and to your breasts, squeezing. A slight moan caught in your throat, shifting again at the feel of her hands on you. She pulled her lip between her teeth, letting out a slow breath before letting you go.

She kept her hand sitting atop your head, her other hand smoothing along your side and over your ass. Again, she squeezed gently and marveled at the way you did not wake from her touch. Her smirk faltered only just a little when she saw you shift again, this time with more movement as you breathed in deeply. She knew you would wake soon, but she was beginning to have some fun. Scarlet tendrils seeped into your temples. Your body, which had tensed slightly, released again as you fell completely limp on her lap. Your evened out breathing confirmed your sleep and her hand continued to roam your body.

Wanda's hand played with the waistband of your pants, shifting to the clasp of your jeans and undoing them. Slowly and silently, she opened your zipper and cupped your mound in her hand. Your lips pressed together, a crease formed between your brows.

She dipped her hand under your panties, cupping you again as she palmed you. Her finger pressed against your clit, rubbing it gently, teasingly. Your hips wiggled slightly and she smiled down at you. It was when she dipped two fingers inside of your pussy when another tiny whimper escaped your lips. She pumped them slowly in and out of you, reaching deeper and deeper before curling them deliciously.

You were getting so wet already, covering her fingers in slick as she played with you. She bit her lip harder, getting more and more addicted to the way you began to squeeze around her fingers. A firm curl of her fingers pulled another moan from you, and this one caught Natasha's attention.

Through the rear-view mirror, Natasha's eyes found Wanda's smirking mischievously at her. She knew that look in Wanda's eyes, a dark hungry look that darkened her own gaze. Wanda added a digit, pumping her hands faster inside of you to bring you closer.

You dug your face into her lap, a hand curling around her leg to hold her. After a moment, she pulled her fingers from you and brought them to her lips. She held as much eye contact with Natasha as she could, licking your arousal from her fingers and suckling gently. Natasha gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she groaned deeply in her throat.

Wanda hummed, her eyes fell closed as she sucked on her fingers. When she pulled them from her lips, she smiled and whispered to her peaking girlfriend, "She tastes so sweet, Tasha."

The latter clenched her jaw in response, letting out a breath as a smile took over her own lips, "Taste her for me."

Wanda's smile widened and unbuckled both your seatbelts. She shifted you so you were lying across the backseat. She stripped you of your bottoms, shucking them away and admiring your heat as she positioned herself with you. With a silky grin, she pressed her lips to your wet cunt and hummed. "I bet she's so good, baby," Natasha said, her voice husky as her breath became shallow.

Wanda agreed with another hum instead of actually replying, too busy pushing her tongue inside of you as your pussy clenched around her. Your tiny mewls fueled her as your hands balled. Her hands gripped your thighs tight, nails practically digging into your skin as she ate you out.

She thoroughly enjoyed the taste of you, her tongue plunged inside of you and she sucked on your clit almost harshly. Your hips squirmed and tried to buck against her, but she held you down to keep you still. It took a lot for Natasha not to stop the car as your needy sounds filled the car, accompanied by the sounds of Wanda sucking and licking you.

You were harshly pulled from unconsciousness as your orgasm rolled over you, an intense pleasure rushing through your body. A loud moan erupted from your throat first and your body followed as you arched your back, your hands tangling in Wanda's strawberry locks. Your eyes shot open and looked down to see Wanda's head between your thighs. The pleasure blinded you and the sight excited you. Your orgasm hit you hard as her name came from your throat.

Her fingers pushed back inside of you, curling and thrusting as she helped you through your high. She did not let a single drop go to waste.

When you eventually came down, your body fell back onto the seat as you caught your breath. You were still trying to recover from being woken so violently, your body still sensitive to everything around you. "Damn, Wanda," you sighed. "You couldn't wake me up first?"

She smiled, running a hand through her hair and sucking on her fingers. "You just looked so peaceful." You sat up and took her chin in your hand, kissing her deeply as you tasted yourself on her tongue. She chuckled against you. It took you a moment to realize that you were still in the car, which was now speeding down the road.

You looked at Natasha. "Nat, slow down," you told her gently, laughing a little. "We're gonna go flying out of the window soon."

The car then began to slow to a stop—it took a while because of how fast she had been going—and pulled to the side of the sleepy road. She opened the door and got out, rounding the car to the side Wanda was currently occupying and tearing open the door. "Move over, baby, it's my turn."

Wanda moved away and Natasha pushed you roughly back into the seat to lay you down, her hand pressing into your chest as her lips hungrily found yours. She easily dominated you, pulling a whimper from your throat as she slid her tongue between your lips. Wanda crawled over to the other side, and you started fiddling with her jeans when Natasha's mouth found your neck.

You got them off of her, discarding her panties as you looked at just how wet the two of you had collectively made her without even doing anything. Natasha kissed your belly, lips moving further along your body before pressing against your clit. You moaned loudly, still sensitive to touch as your cunt throbbed.

You looked back at Wanda, eyes finding her glistening folds as a smile came to your face. "Sit on me, sweetheart." Wanda bit her lip again, her canines digging into her skin and drawing blood. She let go of her lip with a sigh as your tongue found her pussy, licking and sucking on her with a shared moan. Wanda pulled her shirt over her head, undoing her bra quickly before cupping her breast in her hand, her free hand running through her hair.

Your arms wrapped tightly around her thighs as Natasha's hands dug into your own, her nails finding the same place Wanda's had only moments before. She buried her face between your legs, licking at your sensitive pussy as a her fingers pushed inside of you again.

Wanda rode your face, her tits bouncing with her in a hypnotic manner. One of her hands moved to tangle in your hair, a lazy smile on her face as she closed her eyes, needy please slipping from her lips at your good work. She shuddered against you, your moans from Natasha's tongue sending shivers of pleasure through her.

Natasha traced her hand along her body, raising her shirt and undoing her jeans. One hand kept you still while the other dipped under the waistline of her panties, pushing inside of her own pussy with a sigh. She pumped her fingers inside of herself, her palm pressing to her clit.

All of your moans filled the car, which was heavy with sexual desires and longing. With all of you at work, fueling and fucking each other, you were coming again in no time. You came first, most sensitive and stimulated. Wanda was after, her thighs trembling violently and her breath shuddering as your name fell from her lips. Natasha followed after the both of you, her fingers working against her clit roughly as her muffled groans shot through you.

You came down soon enough as you redressed yourself as much as necessary, rounding the car to drive. Natasha and Wanda were not quite done with each other, loading fully into the backseat as Natasha laid her down next. You pulled out from the side of the road and back onto the long path stretched before you.

As you drove, you could see them through the rear view mirror. Natasha attacked Wanda's lips with her own, muffling her moans with her mouth. Her fingers filled Wanda's pussy, thrusting into her and curling as she sucked hickeys into her skin.

You gripped the steering wheel, listening to the wet sounds in the backseat from Natasha's hand smacking against Wanda's soaked pussy. The sounds filled the car, serving as music that was very much not in the background. Her moans were loud and soon accompanied by Natasha's dirty talk.

"You like that, baby?" she breathed. "Does that feel good?"

Wanda nodded desperately, "Yeah, so good."

Natasha smirked, eyes lifting to you. "Doesn't she sound so pretty?"

You nodded at her, taking in a long breath as you smiled, "Like music to my ears."

"You hear that, baby?" Natasha cooed to her, teeth scraping the skin of her chest, lips pulling a nipple between them. "Y/N likes your pretty sounds, too."

She pursed her lips as her moans continued to rage on. "We love your sounds," she kept going. "Like our own personal whore. A little slut for our own personal needs."

The slapping sounds got louder, as did Wanda's moans. You could see them through the mirror, catch glimpses out of the corner of your eyes, feel the moans from Wanda's throat, smell the sex in the air. "Are you going to cum, babygirl?" Natasha asked, teeth nibbling her earlobe.

Wanda moaned, hands trying to find something to grasp. "Please, yes. Please let me cum."

You smiled drunkenly at her begs, wanting to reach a hand back and stroke a hand through her hair and let the other dip between her legs to give her what she wanted. But you kept your hands firmly on the wheel and simply told Natasha, "Come on. She's been such a good girl. Give her what she wants."

Natasha smirked down at Wanda, her words directed at you, "As you wish." She bent down and pulled her clit between her lips, still thrusting a curling her fingers inside of her. She pulled Wanda's orgasm from her in no time at all, raising her high as she came hard.

Natasha moaned against her, allowing Wanda to grasp her hair as tight as she needed and holding her down. Wanda practically screamed her pleasure. Loud and shameless, her sounds traveled through the small space of the car and filled your ears like a symphony. You got drunk off of her voice alone, which was setting hoarse from all of the exclamations of pleasure.

Natasha helped her through her orgasm, coaxing her gently with her fingers. As Wanda's body fell limp against the seat, Natasha moved up to kiss her again, a gentle kiss to her lips that contrast from the hard sucking of her clit and the harsh slaps into her pussy. Wanda sighed into the kiss and a lazy smile reached her lips, her eyes glassed over. She had started this, and Natasha had been happy to end it. She dipped her wet fingers into Wanda's warm, soft mouth as she sucked them clean.

"There you go," Natasha whispered. "You're so pretty." She pulled her fingers from her mouth and used them to brush some of Wanda's hair from her face, "Get some sleep. We should be back at the compound in a couple of hours."

You smiled, "Then we can all curl up in the nice, soft, warm bed and go to sleep."

Wanda laughed tiredly, "Or fuck again."

Natasha nodded with a love-stricken smile. "Or fuck again," she agreed. Natasha sat up better against the seat and pulled Wanda's head into her lap. She stroked her cheek and carded her hands through her hair. "Go to sleep, love."

Wanda smiled and nodded lazily, opening her eyes to see you in the front seat. "Love you, Y/N," she told you as she settled.

A smile stretched over your lips, "I love you, too, baby."

Wanda turned her face to Natasha, "And I love you."

Natasha bent down as best she could to kiss her, brushing more hair from her face. "I love you both."

"I love you," you told her. You met Natasha's eyes in the rear view mirror, eyes than shone with her adoration before she settled her head back across the back of the seat and closed your eyes. You smiled at your girls before looking back at the road and sighing contently.

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Thanks to the amazing support for this fic. I’ve taken two requests from the comments.

Here is the first. A deleted scene. A look into what naughty little Gwyn was up to at 11pm that caught Alpha’s attention is now listed as Ch 4.

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The Art of the Steal - Billy Russo x You

Title: The Art of the Steal Rating: Explicit Fandom: The Punisher Pairing: Mafia!Billy Russo x female reader Warnings: Sex. Violence. Threats. Kidnapping. Unprotected sex. Summary: An old friend throws you under the bus.

Notes: This started with @vixenofcourse asking for a distraction and me going "okay, imagine this...you're in the office..." I rarely write this pov but I have a couple requests in my askbox for my 800 follower celebration and I continued this for practice. It's unbeta'd. Please let me know what you think. Thank you. Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

It's been a terrible day. 

The hours are dragging on. You're back to daydreaming about quitting while you refresh the email, waiting for the one thing you need to reply to in order to finish the rest of your tasks so you can go home. It has yet to arrive and you already called the person asking about its status. They promised it within the hour but it's looking more like it'll be the actual end of the day before you get it. You shouldn't be surprised. 

A shadow passes over you. Half expecting it to either be your boss or the creep down the hall who keeps trying to shoot his shot, you look up slowly. It's neither. The man standing there is tall, handsome and looking way too good in a suit that fits perfectly. You've never seen him before but he's watching you with a small smile on his face.

"Can I help you?" You ask. 

"I hope so. I'm looking for someone." He gives you your name. 

"You found her." 

He grins. "I was hoping it would be you."

Your eyes narrow in suspicion. “For what?”

“She didn’t tell you.” 

“Who?” 

“Your friend, Sarah, set you up. Gave you up might be more accurate.” 

You haven’t spoken to Sarah in months. The two of you fell apart because she kept running off to parties and getting herself in trouble and got pissed when you didn’t want to join. You had no regrets over that friendship ending, though you did worry she would get herself into hot water. 

“I don’t know Sarah.”

He grins slightly at you. “Sure you do. Just like she knows you and what you’re capable of.” 

You glance around. There’s no one else standing about though you catch some of the others still in the place glancing at both of you. “You got the wrong girl,” you tell him. 

“I don’t.” He leans forward, hands resting on the desk. “I hear you’re quite the artist.”

“Sure,” you say dryly. “I’m great at painting pets.”  

“We both know it’s more than that.” His voice lowers slightly. “Now your…not friend Sarah got herself into some hot water and owes something specific. She can’t pay it.”

Somehow, you’re not at all surprised. “Sounds like a her problem.”

“It is but she gave me you. Now either you’re going to help me or I’m going to have my men start removing pieces.” 

You’re tempted to tell him to go ahead and take them. Sarah did this to herself. Maybe it would help her finally realize there are consequences to her actions. You sigh though. Years of friendship linger enough to make you feel guilty about it. 

“Say I do decide I know Sarah,” you say slowly. “What exactly are you looking for?” 

“I suggest we don’t talk about this here.”

“Well, hate to break it to you, I got another couple hours here. You’re going to have to wait.” 

He straightens. “We’ll see.” He moves past your desk, heading towards the office where your boss resides, closing the door behind him. Something tells you this is not going to be good. 

When he returns, your boss follows him. They both stop at your desk and you note the way your boss keeps wiping his hands on his pants. He’s swallowing nervously. 

“There you are,” your boss says. He glances at the man next to him before turning back to you. “Why don’t you leave early today? In fact, take the next week.” 

“A week?” the suited man asks, raising his eyebrows at your boss. 

“Come back when you’re ready,” your boss corrects. 

“Are you firing me?” you ask carefully. 

“No, no,” your boss reassures. “Of course not.” 

“I’m not finished with my work. I still need the email from Accounting.”

“I’ll take care of it,” your boss says. “Don’t worry. Just…go.” 

Your eyes narrow at the two men across from you and you calculate your choices. Something bad happened in that office. Sarah clearly ran her mouth about your extracurricular hobbies and now is attempting to drag you down with her.  

Your boss retreats back into his office, turning to look at the other man with something that looks like fear in his eyes. 

You turn back to the man who is still standing across from you. 

“Shall we?” he asks, motioning for you to get up and move. 

“No.” You lean back in your chair and stare up at him. “I don’t know you. You came in here looking for me, on the word of someone I haven’t spoken to in months, and clearly just threatened my boss and ex-friend. You’re going to have to give me at least a name.” 

He smirks at that before holding out his hand. “Billy Russo.”

You take it carefully and shake it, feeling the calluses on his fingers. “Let me get ready. I’m going to need to grab some stuff if I won’t be back for a while.” He nods and you take the time to close your computer and pack up your bag. “I just need to make sure my work is covered. I’m going to hand it off to my coworkers.” You pick up a stack of files, making sure not to look at him as you head over to some of the others in the office who have been keeping an eye on what was happening. 

You walk over to the nearest desk, handing over a file and mentioning that something came up. You can feel his eyes on you. You continue on, stopping at a couple of desks before heading to one that you know is out of the eye line from yours. 

You drop the files on the top of one of the cabinets and quickly move for the stairs. Fuck this. Old friend or not, you are not getting roped into whatever this is. Sarah made her choices. You are making yours. 

 You get down to the ground floor without anyone following behind you. It’s luck you weren’t aware you had and you’re suddenly grateful that you’ve moved since the last time you saw Sarah. 

You open the door, ready to sprint if you have to for the nearest exit. You don’t get the chance. Billy Russo is there, pushing you back into the stairwell and covering your mouth with a cloth. You hold your breath. 

“Nice try but you’re not quite fast enough.”

His grip on your face tightens over the cloth and before you can stop yourself, you gasp for air. The smell of chemicals fills your nose and your sight goes dark. 

Waking up with your head already pounding sucks. Everything already feels like it hurts, like you're hungover despite the fact that you know you weren’t drinking. It’s the feeling of someone brushing your hair back that makes your eyes snap open. 

It takes a moment before you recognize the face that’s near yours. You recoil automatically. 

“Sleeping beauty wakes.”

You groan at the way he already seems pleased with himself. He moves back and you try to sit up. The world spins. 

“What did you do to me?”

“You tried to run,” he says. “Admirable effort but you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

“I hoped,” you admit. You turn, planting your feet on the ground as you sit on the cot you were laying on. Your stomach revolts at the movement and a bucket appears in front of you in time for you to heave into it. You grip the bucket like it’s a lifeline until it finally feels like there’s nothing left to throw up. You wipe at your mouth and grimace before finally looking around. 

The room you’re in is dark aside from the light hanging from the ceiling. It’s enough to show you that the place is empty aside from the cot and the chair he’s sitting on. It’s a bit of a relief considering the way your head is pounding. “What do you want?” 

“I already told you. You’re going to do a job for me and in return, your friend gets her debt cleared.” 

“And if I refuse?” 

“Then things are going to get more…unpleasant.” 

Considering you were already attacked just for trying to run for it, you’re not really willing to press it. Your face, head and stomach already hurt and that was from one encounter. You didn’t want to have more. 

“What’s the job?” 

“A simple forgery, one I’m told you have the skills to do. I need a piece of art replicated.” 

You consider it. It isn’t something that you advertise. Very few people know what you’re capable of. Unfortunately, Sarah was one of them. She likely told him everything you could do. 

“I’m going to need everything you know about the piece in question, all my tools and some very specific things to do this. Including a workspace.” 

“Give me a list. You’ll get it all.” 

“It’s only the one job,” you say. “One job and I’m done. You don’t bother me again.”

He smirks, looking like a shark in the dark. “You want me to leave you alone when you’re done, I will. But sure. One job.”

“And the next time Sarah fucks up, it’s on her. I’m not her get out of jail free card, got it?” 

He grins. “Sure thing, sweetheart.” 

He keeps to his word and gets everything you ask for. 

You’re set up in a room that has all the tools, paints and information on the painting you’re meant to replicate. You demand that you be left alone. You work best when you’re not interrupted by others. He gives the orders to everyone to leave you be…he just doesn’t heed them himself. 

“I told you I needed to be alone.”

“You said you needed silence,” Billy counters. “I’m not saying a word.”

You give him an unimpressed look. “I work best alone. Don’t you have other things to do?”

“And deprive you of my company?” he grins. “Maybe I just want to get to know you better.”

“I’d rather not.” You peer carefully at the canvas in front of you. Any fear you had of the man faded once you started to get involved in your work. It also helped that he kept showing up, occasionally bringing snacks and asking questions. It did a lot to endear him to you. 

You grab a little more paint with the brush, adding bits to the shadows in the grass. It’s a constant back and forth between your copy and the original, adding the bits that really match it. This isn’t the most important part. The type of canvas and paint is important to match the time period it was created, but it’s the wear and tear that really make it authentic. You have to match any small ticks that the original artist had. 

“Why are you working in an office when you can do this?” Billy asks, standing close behind you as he watches. 

“Because this is a hobby and I don’t do it for money.”

“Could be well off if you did.”

“Could also go to jail if I got caught. I like my freedom.” 

“Don’t we all.” 

You can feel him reach out, touching the ends of your hair that is pushed back out of your face. “Will you stop? Go bother someone else.” 

“They’re not as fun or as pretty. Why? You want to see me covered in blood? I can make that happen.” 

“I’m sure you could.” You put the brush down and turn in your chair to look at him. He’s not wearing a suit today. In fact, he looks more comfortable than ever in jeans and a sweater. If your meeting hadn’t been tarnished by him kidnapping you, you might have been more inclined to his interest. Or at least more polite. “Billy, I can’t work like this.”

“Like what?”

“With you hovering!” 

He stares at you for a moment before he leans forward, hands resting on the arms of your chair. You lean back as much as you can. Billy is attractive and you can smell the spicy scent of his cologne with how close he is. Your breath hitches slightly as you see his gaze dart to your lips. 

“You’re right,” he says softly. “I’ll leave you be…after you take a break and come eat with me.” 

You swallow tightly. He still hasn’t moved back and he’s close enough that he just needs to lean forward a little more and his mouth will be on yours. Not that you should be thinking that. Especially with him. “I shouldn’t.”

“I ain’t asking. Come with me.” 

There’s an innuendo in there and you know it. “Okay.” 

He grins at you and finally moves back, giving you some space that you feel like you can breathe again. “Good girl.” 

Something flares low in your stomach at that and you try to ignore it. “Give me a second.” You turn back, cleaning off the brush and covering the paints to make sure they don’t dry out while you’re gone. When you’re ready, you turn back to him. “Let’s go.”

He offers you his hand, helping you to your feet before he moves it to sit at your lower back. He ushers you out of the room, clearly pleased to have gained your compliance.  It makes you want to punch him in his stupid perfect face.  

You pass the guards outside the room who don’t even look at you. They murmur greetings to Billy, who ignores them, more content to lean towards you. He says something softly but you’re not entirely paying attention. You can barely focus with the warmth of him against you and his voice in your ear. He knows it too. You can tell by the smirk on his face. 

He leads you down a hall before opening a door and motioning for you to enter. You do. Whatever you were expecting, this isn’t it. 

The room is softly lit with a lamp and a few candles. There’s a table that’s already laid out with place settings. If you’re completely honest, it looks like a rich date. It makes you want to run but the door closes behind you and he’s touching your back again.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s eat.” 

Billy Russo is driving you insane. 

At first, it was the way he hovered, giving not so subtle threats as he watched you work, pushing your irritation to its limits until you snapped at him. Now it was because you were keenly aware of him when he was around and the way he kept trying to take care of you. It was the snacks and demands to join him to eat when he was here. It was the way he kept finding ways to touch you that sent shivers down your spine. 

You are nearly done with the painting. It feels like a blessing and yet…you find yourself a little hesitant. When you finally get free and the threat of Sarah losing fingers is no longer hanging over your head, you’ll be going back to an office job that you hate. Then again, your boss looked terrified the last time you saw him. You might be able to use that. At least to get more vacation days. You aren’t above using what opportunities are given to you. 

Billy stands behind you, staring at the latest process in aging the canvas. He’s been strangely silent now that you’re almost done. 

“What do you think?” you ask quietly.

“I’ll get an appraiser. Test the quality.” 

“Of course.” 

He keeps staring at the painting. “You’re very good.”

“I know.” 

He smirks at you. “Might take a few days.” 

You try not to roll your eyes. “Are they going to be aware that it’s a fake?”

“Course not,” he says. “Where’s the fun in that?” 

“It’s a better challenge that way,” you grin as you say it. You know you’re good at what you do but you haven’t been tested in a long time. 

He shifts slightly, moving closer to you. “You gonna miss me when you’re done here?”

“No,” you lie. You won’t admit the ways you’ve actually enjoyed this. It’s been a while since you’ve been able to focus on your art like this. 

He smirks like he knows. His hand touches your arm, stroking down it softly causing goosebumps to prickle in its wake. His eyes meet yours and for a moment, you think you can see his thoughts. So, before he can make any threats, any promises, you decide to do something that you’ve been thinking about. You kiss him. Just quickly, just to know what it feels like. It doesn’t mean anything, you just want him out of your system before you leave so you don’t sit around wondering. 

He’s faster. 

His arm goes around your waist, hand pressed against your back, pulling you into him. His other hand cups your jaw, kissing you harder. You can’t help but react, opening your mouth to deepen the kiss. Your arms go over his shoulders, trying to get closer. You want to feel this. Just once. 

He breaks the kiss first, murmuring against your lips how he’s waited, how he’s wanted to kiss you since he saw you glaring at your computer. Since you ran. You pull him back to your lips. 

Billy kisses you over and over, moving until you’re leaning back against the table and away from the easel. He lifts you to sit, moving between your legs as his hands tilt your face up to his. His lips move across your cheek and down your neck, taking his time to kiss and suck marks into your skin. It feels like he’s trying to brand you as his. 

You arch into him, letting your head fall back as you lose yourself in the feeling. One of his hands moves, sliding up your thigh slowly, back and forth. It’s just enough to keep you aware of him. It feels as though you’re being consumed by him, bit by bit. For a moment, you’re almost tempted to thank Sarah for the problem she brought to your door. If only because the man could kiss. 

It’s only when he tries to get you to lean back that you stop him. “I’m not messing up my paints,” you tell him. “Not here.” 

He kisses you again. “‘Course not, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. Properly.” His hands go to your waist, helping you off the table before he leads you to the door. Your awareness of him is still heightened. He keeps a hand on you, slipping under the shirt you’re wearing so that he can touch your skin. You’re so lost in how it feels, still a little drunk on his kisses, that you don’t actually pay attention to where he’s bringing you. At least until you recognize that it’s an entirely new area. 

Before you can question it, you’re led into another room. The door closes and locks behind you. Billy’s chest presses against your back as you look around the lit bedroom. It’s not too opulent but it’s also larger than your apartment. 

Billy’s lips are back on your neck, just for a moment before you feel him lift your shirt. You raise your arms to help before you turn towards him. His hand goes under your hair to the back of your neck, gripping just tight enough as he pulls you into him. His lips meet yours again. 

“Undress, darling,” he says when you finally break the kiss. “Let me see you.”

“Quid pro quo,” you counter. He grins at you and there’s just enough sharpness in it that something flutters in you. He raises his eyebrows, looking at you pointedly. You take the hint. 

You undo your bra first, letting it fall to the floor before pulling down the yoga pants you had requested to wear. You liked to be comfortable while creating. His eyes watch every movement and they somehow seem to grow darker as he stares. 

“Fucking beautiful,” he says. 

Heat flares in your stomach in response. “Well?” you ask, ignoring the way you feel way too exposed in comparison. 

“Get on the bed.”

Part of you wants to argue but there’s something in the way he’s looking at you that compels you to move. You’re not one of his minions, but it’s your choice that makes you go. You both know it. 

You watch as he pulls off the shirt he’s wearing. You catch sight of the scars on his shoulder, chest and abdomen, but you don’t ask. You’re more focused on the way he unbuckles his belt before unbuttoning his jeans and letting them fall to the floor. You could feel him hardening against you when you kissed, but seeing it was always different. 

He comes toward you, bending down to kiss you again. He guides you to lie down, mouth still moving against yours. You really shouldn’t be doing this but any argument is lost as his hands move against your bare skin. 

“Tell me you want this, sweetheart.” His lips move back against your neck, nipping lightly at your skin. He grabs one of your legs, hooking it around his waist and pressing closer. He grinds against you. 

You moan softly. “Please, Billy. Stop teasing.”

“Tell me,” he says again. His mouth goes lower, leaving marks against your chest. He covers one of your nipples, sucking softly. “You want this?” 

“Please.” Your hand goes to the back of his head, trying to gain more friction.

One of his hands cups the breast his mouth isn’t on. His fingers tweak at the nipple, squeezing lightly. “Sweetheart, you gonna play with me?”

“No,” you moan. 

He grinds against you again. “You want me? You want this?”  

“Yes.”

He grins against your skin before moving lower. Your head falls back as he goes between your legs. It doesn’t take long before you’re arching up against him. He grabs your hands before you can touch him, pinning them against the bed. He doesn’t relent. 

You hook a heel against his back, trying desperately to keep him there, even as the pressure grows. He continues, using his tongue against you until you’re keening and begging and rocking your hips, trying to gain more friction. It’s not enough. You need more. 

He finally pulls back, just as you get close to the precipice that would send you over the edge. You can’t help but whine at the loss. You feel him chuckle against you. 

“Now who’s playing?” you ask. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you win.” He shifts then, angling himself before pushing into you slowly. Your mouth falls open, eyes closed as you try to breathe against the intrusion. He groans before burying his face in your neck. “Feel so fucking good,” you hear him say. “So fucking good. Knew you would.”

You can barely concentrate. You are pinned by him in more ways than one, surrounded and lost in the sensations he creates. Especially when he pulls back just a bit so he can thrust forward. 

“Let me hear you.” 

He moves slowly, muscles tense as he pulls out and pushes in. It’s not enough and he knows it. You’re left trying to reach for him, even as he pins your hands down again. This time over your head. 

“You’re taking me so well,” he punctuates it by grinding his hips against yours. It’s not enough friction. You need him to move more. “Doing so good.” 

His words make you clench around him. “Please,” you beg. “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?”

“Fucking move!” 

He laughs slightly but he lets go of one of your hands to hook his arm under one of your thighs. He shifts his angle with it and increases his pace. Your orgasm finally hits.

Your one free hand clings to him, digging your nails across his back as he kisses you hard. He doesn’t stop though, dragging out your release as he chases his own. He moves the leg he’s holding up against his arm up onto his shoulder and leans closer to you. You’re going to be sore but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when the feeling is building back up. You move your hand to your clit, trying to get there faster. Billy grabs it, bringing it back above your head and shifting his grip so he’s holding both your wrists with one hand. He moves his free hand to your clit. 

“I wanna hear you, sweetheart. Come for me.”

You break around him, crying out. His pace increases, hips jerking forward as he kisses you before swearing and groaning against your mouth. When he finally slows, both of you are covered in sweat. He doesn’t move, preferring to lazily kiss you over and over. You can’t help but return it, still reeling from your high. 

He finally moves and you feel the loss of him instantly. You know you need to get cleaned up, and it takes a moment before you realize you didn’t use a condom. 

Fuck. 

Thank god you had an implant. It saved you at least from the fear of getting pregnant. 

You look over at Billy who looks as though he’s about to pass out. You need to get out of here. You need to clean up, go to your cot and get some sleep before finishing the last touches on the painting. You shift sideways, closer to the edge of the bed. 

“You won’t get out,” Billy says without even opening his eyes. “There’s a bathroom there if you want to clean up.” He motions to the left. You look over and see a couple of doors. You get up, going through the motions automatically to clean up before you come back to the bed. Billy moves past you, completely confident that you won’t run while he’s in the bathroom. Not that there’s much point. He proved that in the beginning. 

He comes up behind you, kissing your neck softly. “Come to bed.”

You follow automatically. There’s no other option. 

Your forgery passes inspection. 

You watch as Billy thanks the inspector. It’s been two days since you slept together and thankfully, he’s been busy. You’ve been left alone to your own devices, finishing the painting and counting the moments until you can leave. You have a life to get back to, after all. 

Billy comes back and stands before you. He looks you over and you try not to shift under his gaze. 

“Well?” you ask. 

“Excellent work,” he tells you. “It passed.”

“I know,” you tell him. “That means Sarah’s left alone and I get to go home.” 

“Maybe I’ll just have to keep you,” he teases. 

It makes you scowl. “We have a deal.”

“No,” he says, stepping closer. “The deal was for one job. I said I’d leave you alone if you wanted me to, but you don’t want me to, do you?” He steps forward again until he’s right in front of you.

You swallow tightly. “I’m not a part of this.” 

“Sweetheart, you’ve been a part of this since Sarah gave your name.”  His hand moves to the back of your neck. 

“I’m not.”

He smirks at you. “You’re mine. You’ve been mine since I saw you, since you ran from me. Since I caught you.” Emphasizing each point with another drugging kiss. He pulls back and his eyes meet yours. “And I’m yours. Do we have a new deal?”

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[wild-karrde]

So y'all remember how I said I wanted to rewrite that first part of the Bolts fics (the one with Gregor that kicked it all off) and make it a fully-fledged series?

Coming Soon:

#sooooooon #more smut #because it felt like a good day to work on it

[etoiline]

Photo by gryffyn m on Unsplash

senket suggested I write the next day for my sharp objects spyscrapper fic, so I guess you should read that first, but here's the surprise second part.

[ao3] morning light

Bode stares at the single line of light, bracketed on each side by the canopy curtains around the bed. He wants more, wants that light to paint its colors on Cal, setting that ginger hair to gleaming, and remembers he’s not hiding anymore.

Bode and Cal talk about the revelations of the previous night, and Cal just wants to take care of Bode.

#jen writes #spyscrapper #more smut #jedi survivor #cal kestis #bode akuna #three fics in three months huh

[separatist-apologist]

Everything I'm working on is stalled in the middle of the smut scene

#you know what will fix me? #I say opening a new doc #more smut

[joanofart5]

My new smutty fanfic is up! I am by no means a professional writer, I’m not even good at it, but I love these boys so much, and there’s just not enough fic of these two together. I feel like my writing is improving with each one I write, though, and I hope someone out there enjoys it! I'll Call You Mine (8846 words) by Joanofart Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Emergency! (TV 1972) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy DeSoto/Johnny Gage, Roy DeSoto/Johnny Gage/Original Character(s) Characters: Roy DeSoto, Johnny Gage Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Bisexuality, Top Roy DeSoto, Bottom Johnny Gage, Talking about feeling up women, just talking though, no actual F/M sex, Idiots in Love, Smut, very little plot really, First Kiss, First Time, Masturbation, No Beta, Hotel Sex, Period Typical Attitudes, POV Johnny Gage, Bisexual Roy, Bisexual johnny Summary: Johnny and Roy are staying in separate hotel rooms for a work trip. They talk on the phone, it leads to inappropriate conversation, then they do more than talk.

#emergency! #johnny gage #roy desoto #I like to write #but I’m not a writer #More smut #Roy DeSoto/Johnny Gage #These boys are just the cutest! #They’re in love your honor #I won’t hear otherwise

[kis-ki]

taps mic. 

is this thing on? 

#snip snip snippet #lin beifong #lin beifong x reader #giggles #more smut #rhi speaks

[drinkurkombucha]

Me on my way to add a smut scene when there probably doesn’t really need to be one:

#it’s been so long since I wrote a smut scene #more smut #smut for days #writing lately #the 1975 smut

[brighteyedbadwolf]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series), The Legend of Vox Machina (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Vex'ahlia Characters: Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Vex'ahlia (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Mutual Masturbation, Fantasizing, Multiple Orgasms, Erotic Electrostimulation, Prostate Milking, Overstimulation Summary:

Look, everyone has done the "Percy upgrades Diplomacy, but SEXILY." thing. It's a great thing. We love it. And also Percy needs to sleep, but he's a stubborn bastard and needs to be tricked into it.

#perc'ahlia #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #vex'ahlia #more smut #I'm on a goddamn roll y'all

[lis-likes-fics]

Maybe a Little Too Symbiotic

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x symbiote!Reader Warnings: Yeah...still monster porn. NSFW, smut, oral (r!receiving), dom!nat, sub!reader, dom?havoc, fingering, slight edging (if you blink, you'll miss it), lesbian sex, safe word use, overstimulation, monster cock (ahem)... A/N: Made myself write yesterday and was able to produce two whips! Finally! I wrote again for the first time in two weeks! Enjoy some...havoc. ;)

"You can have her back when I'm done with you, medovyy."

You shrunk under Natasha's dominance, which had been amplified by Havoc's presence in her body. You simply nodded, your eyes wide and your mouth open. "Whatever you want." She chuckled in that raspy tone of hers, the sound reverberating in her chest.

It was a long night.

"I want you," she declared before swooping down to capture your lips. You moaned against her, your body buzzing with the after affects of your earlier release and the addition of your fresh lust as Natasha's possessive hands roamed your body.

Not even minutes ago, she had been completely at your mercy, begging and pleading with you to let her let go, to spill out over you with a burst of pleasure. Now, with nothing but her lips pressing to yours and her normal tongue teasing your mouth with the possibility of sweet suffocation, you were so close to giving in and reversing the roles to become her precious submissive.

This was usual how it was before Havoc chaotically entered your lives. It was a constant exchange of power and submission with a fair amount of codependency and pepperings of codominance. Whoever's hand reached out and grasped the control first, ironically, was the first to be put into submission, to be humbled and reminded of a temporary place on their knees before their own personal goddess. Whether power was balanced out in an exchange after that goddess took what she wanted was left to the unusually high libido of the former submissive.

And then Havoc appeared.

Not too much had changed, dominance-wise. The exchange of power ran true to what it was: an affectionate display of vulnerability. The both of you needed that vulnerability in one another to survive. She needed to give it to you, to let you know that you were the only person she let all of her walls and gates down for, the only person she unlocked all of her bolts for, the only person she removed all of her doors for—and you gave the same thing in return. You craved giving that to her because you knew she needed to see it from you. She needed to feel your utter submission and exposure, to hold it in her hands and cherish it because she knew what it meant, what it really was: all of your love and complete devotion.

So her lips moved with yours in perfect harmony. You allowed her to dominate your mouth with not so much as a grunt and held her tighter. She sighed gently, raising a hand to your throat just to cup it, to feel it bob under the press of her fingers at the pressure points on your neck. Your breath thinned in that wonderful way that quickened your pulse and heightened your lust for this beautiful woman above you. From your position on your knees between her thighs, she leaned forward a little more, chasing that feeling of her mouth moving with yours. It was a feeling that was a perfect mix of holy and entirely unholy.

You had not taken notice of Havoc's extra tentacles wrapping around your body and pulling you up. You were lying on your back on the bed before you even realized it. Natasha had pulled away when you were pulled from her lips. She turned and stood over your body, one arm crossed over her chest while her other hands smoothed over her chin in thought.

"What do you think?" she asked as the goopy limbs seeped back into her sides. It was silent as you lay there, just breathing under her gaze. The look in her eyes was nothing if not predatorial. When she finally responded, it was a very vague response as she nodded and smirked, "I think you're exactly right."

Natasha stepped forward and her body loomed over yours as she set her hands on either side of your head, fisting the sheets as she stared down at you. You leaned in, thinking she was going to kiss you as you raised your hands up to her face to cradle it. But she flipped you over onto your stomach, pressing her body against yours and pinning you down into the sheets. You let out a moan as your breath fanned out over the bed.

Her lips trailed down along your back, creating tingling sensations all along your skin as you shuddered underneath her. Her hands grasped your hips and then moved down. You looked back as much as you could and saw her on her knees at the edge of the bed. Her strong hands wrapped around her ankles and pulled you back so your legs were hanging off the edge.

When she caught you looking back, a long violet limb reached out and pushed your face into the sheets to prevent you from looking. You mewled and obeyed, especially when a piece of cloth was suddenly wrapped around your head to shield your vision—not that you had much of a choice then. All you heard from them were sounds of Natasha thinking to herself, or rather, to Havoc. She hummed and moaned and sighed as her hands continued to smooth against your soft skin.

By the time she did anything, your whole body had become hypersensitive to her touch. You trembled and gasped when you felt a long, wet tongue swipe at your cunt. You buried your face in the sheets, taking them roughly in your hands. "Tasha," you sighed.

The tongue wasted no time in burying deep inside of you. It stretched you and filled you to the brim with something so naughty, you honestly should not have been as turned on as you were. You moaned and whined as they pulled such sinful sounds from you. You felt as it curled and swiveled against the deepest parts of you, reaching depths you had not even known existed. Natasha's hand wrapped around your thighs tightly, holding you still as she fucked you with the thick tongue.

You shivered and gripped at the sheets underneath you with a strange kind of desperation. Your legs shook and your hips practically followed her movement as you yearned to move closer to her. But she just gripped you tighter, keeping you still once more so she could continue her torture.

She built you up higher and higher as her tongue continued to plunge in and out of you. You so quickly reached the edge, hanging on by a thread as you clenched around her desperately. She knew you were close, of course she did. Natasha probably knew your body better than Havoc, and Havoc was the creature living in it. She pulled out of you, pulling a whimper from your throat in response as you buried your face in the sheets.

"Please," you muffled into the sheets. "Please, Tasha, I need to cum. Please."

She hummed and sighed, thinking over your words before she decided on an answer. She drew out the time for as long as she wished, letting you sit in anticipation as you squirmed, your need for her growing bigger and bigger by the second.

When she did finally respond, it was with a sigh and another hum as her husky, raspy voice filled your ears, "I suppose you can, since you were so polite about it." You could practically hear the smirk in her voice at her words, and it threatened to pull another mewl from your lips.

Again, she bent down and slid her tongue inside of you, tasting you once again as the thickness filled you up beautifully. This time, though, vibrations shot through your body as she moaned into you. You could only guess Havoc had something to do with it. It was a little trick she liked to pull, filling you with a collection of tentacles that would make it harder to focus on making Natasha scream for you.

It was not long before you came hard all over her tongue, wailing as her name fell from your lips. Natasha's deep moans filled the air as she too came after you. She did not stop after you came, though. Her tongue kept going, curling, plunging inside of you in search of more pleasure to strum from your body like a master of strings.

Soon you were coming again, and again, and again. Your body was both numb and alight with too many sensations all at once. You were limp on the bed, breathless and gasping as the pleasure Natasha gave to you burned through your body like wildfire. Havoc was not too far behind, whispering dirty words into Natasha's head to spur her on and keep you coming as her own ministrations kept her legs trembling helplessly. Natasha could now see why you had so much trouble focusing when you were having your way with her.

She pulled her tongue from your aching core, leaving your abused clit alone for a moment as bliss traveled her body. She took a moment to allow the both of you a moment to rest, against Havoc's wishes—although she would not protest Natasha with such a privilege as being in her body for a night.

Natasha's hands smoothed along your back and caressed your skin as dirty thought after dirty thought passed behind her eyes. She could imagine you still coming on her engorged tongue, screaming as she impaled you on thick fingers given advantage by Havoc, tasting you, feeling you, fucking you.

But there was a particular thought that passed through Natasha's mind that intrigued Havoc to no end. A thought that had refilled both their urges to fuck the hell out of you until they were satisfied with their results. A brief, half-conscious question to Havoc had her taking the initiative to set the more...intense part of the night in motion.

You were still lying helplessly on the bed when you felt Natasha's hand rest against the back of your neck. You felt her lean over your body, her chest and nothing else touching you now until her lips found your ear. She whispered gently, although her voice was hoarse with lust as she smirked, "I hope you're ready because, by the time I'm through with you, you won't be able to walk for a while."

You swallowed hard, already hot and ready to be taken again by your goddess of a girlfriend. She flipped you over back onto your back, her hands pressing against your body to feel your breasts, your stomach, your mound as she tapped on your clit a couple a times to test the water. Your sensitivity as your body involuntarily jolted made her smile before she reached up to remove your blindfold.

You looked at her, finding her face rather easily as you let a smile slip onto your lips. She was covered in a sheen of sweat that glistened under the light of the moon that seeped through the blinds and soaked her skin in a serene filter. She was smirking at you in that cocky way that you loved, but there was also a cautious undertone that was drenched in lust as her dark green eyes bore into your own. "You tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?" she told you. You nodded, but she simply shook her head. "Safe words."

"Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to keep going," you whispered, reciting the words imprinted in your mind the first time you slept with her. You learned quickly that Natasha was a beast in the sheets, how much she loved to push limits, how much she loved to experiment with toys and things on the extreme side. No matter what, though, she would always listen to your words—and sometimes she took it upon herself to acknowledge when you were too eager to please her to use the words and catch a breath or two.

But you could see the caution in her eyes. This was not something she was taking lightly, and you acknowledged that. She nodded at your answer and bent forward to kiss you once again, a long kiss to your lips that clouded your brain for a moment as you tasted yourself and Havoc on her tongue. She did not pull away as she pushed something inside of you.

But what you felt poking at your cunt was definitely not just one of Havoc's weird tentacle things. It was that same dark violet color that made up Havoc's skin. It was thick and pulsing—and by thick, you would probably only be able to just barely wrap your hand around it if you tried. No, this was no tentacle.

This was a very large cock.

And it was going to rip you in half.

Natasha did not give you time to focus on it, continuing to attempt to distract you as she slowly—but easier than she thought she would—slipped inside of you. Your jaw went slack and she pulled away in favor of pressing her lips along your throat. Grunts and moans fell from your tongue as she pushed all the way inside of you. She did not move as she fully sheathed herself inside.

At first, the pain radiated inside of you as you tried to adjust. Tears gathered at the corner of your eyes and you gripped the sheets tightly between your fingers. You were surprised it was even able to fit inside of you, but it stretched you wide. One of Natasha's hands wrapped gently around your throat but did not squeeze as she continued to pepper you in kisses. Her other hand moved between the both of you, pressing gently against your clit as your pussy clenched and your body jolted. She groaned, heavy sighs escaping her lips as she felt you squeeze so tightly around her. It was taking so much of her not to just give up and start fucking you, but she was far too afraid of hurting you to let her self-control slip.

Eventually, you nodded gently and whispered to her in a hoarse voice, "Okay, green."

"Are you sure?" she whispered, still kissing along your jaw. You nodded, your hands reaching up to wrap around her neck. She took your answer and slowly began to pull out of you, pulling whimpers and whines from you as the size of her stretched you out. The pain mixed with pleasure as you got used to her, her agonizingly slow build-up leaving you gasping before she finally set a pace. It was slower than you would have liked, but you understood why.

Natasha watched as your face contorted in pleasure, your jaw clack and your eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, baby," she whispered to you in her husky tones. "Such a sweet little thing, aren't you?"

You answered her with a moan, managing to open your wet eyes to see her. Her muscles clenched beside your head as her hands fisted the sheets underneath you. If there was any indication that she was holding back, it was clear in the way she strained against you and grunted with each thrust.

"Green," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper as your eagerness to feel everything she had to give you filled you up. "Please fuck me."

Again, she went to ask you if you were sure, to confirm that you understood what you were asking her. But you cut her off before she could get out the words, nodding and smiling as you traced her face. "Give it all to me," you begged.

She smiled at you, shaking her head and ignoring whatever Havoc was screaming in her mind about—something along the lines of getting on with it. "You are such an amazing woman," she marveled.

"Show me how amazing I am, baby," you told her.

Her smile morphed into a smirk and she straightened her spine, her hands grasping your hips and pulling you closer toward the edge of the bed. She pulled out of you, dragging the giant cock out until you were left with nothing but the swollen tip. You were panting as you awaited her to thrust back inside of you. And soon enough she did.

Hard.

You cried out, a loud wail that everyone else in the compound would have heard if the rooms were not soundproofed for this very reason. It was one thing that her cock was so big, it was another that her need to bring you to tears was so strong that her thrusts were even stronger. And you were in tears alright.

Her thrust did not stay slowly paced, hard and quick pounds inside of you. They were fast and rough, dragging in and out of your slicked-up cunt with little to no resistance at some point. It felt so good inside of you, too good. You could hardly think, could hardly process anything that was not the glorious feeling of Natasha filling and stretching you like a glove too small for her hand.

It was a tight fit, which only made every sensation better. You could feel every ridge, every pulse inside of you. Natasha's own gasps and moans were not lost on you as you involuntarily squeezed around her like a vice. She pressed against that perfect spot so deep inside of you every single time. Your body spasmed and shook underneath her, unable to take the pleasure all at once but left without much of a choice.

Natasha's eyes glued to your body, watching you squirm and cry and moan. It was an intoxicating sight. But what had especially caught her eyes was the bulge that grew and shrunk with each thrust inside of you. It was hypnotizing, watching it disappear before appearing once again to her eyes as she took you in.

Havoc spoke to Natasha, words you could not hear. You could only just barely pick up on Natasha's replies, "It is." She moved on hand to your stomach, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she felt the bulge plunge in and out of you. "She's such a good fucking girl," she moaned out to the creature.

Her praise only spurred you on as you took her. The pleasure was overwhelming, far too much for you to handle all at once. But you were more than willing to take it for her, to make her feel so good with your body like she was making you.

You made her feel so good that Natasha could not help but to speed up. With the building of her speed came a rougher approach to your weeping hole. You gasped and whimpered, turning your face and burying it in the sheets as you bit down on the closest pillow. The pleasure was too much now, and as the harshness of her thrusts built up, the mix of pain had also built.

Natahsa was lost in her own world, chasing a release as she threw her head back, jaw slack as she moaned freely into the air. "Fuck, baby. You make me feel so good," she moaned, her hands gripping your hips harder as she just pulled you closer. "I love you so much."

You nodded, choking out somewhat of a cry as you bared down harder on the pillow. You wanted to take a moment to catch your breath again, it had become too much and she had told you to tell her—she had ordered you to, and you could not disobey an order from your lover. But she had told you that you were making her feel so good, and it was hard to keep that from her.

She shifted slightly, finding a new angle that she used to push even deeper inside of you. That had done it for you and you could not stop the word from spilling from your mouth as you choked out, "Yell-Yellow!"

Immediately Natasha's eyes opened and her hips slowed. She did not stop completely as she gently slid herself in and out of you, giving shallow, paced thrusts to help you take a moment to ground yourself again. She bent over your body, pressing kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your chin, your lips. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Havoc must have said something to Natasha that she had not quite liked because her face hardened and she stopped for a moment, looking off to the side. "If she wants us to slow down, then we slow down. Do you understand me?"

And it seemed she did, because Natasha's face returned once again to a soft and gentle look as she smiled down at you lovingly.

You nodded gently, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her deeply, still stretched around her slowly shifting cock. "Feels too good," you whispered with heavy breaths.

"Do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head far too quickly, "No, I'm good. Needa cum." She smiled at you and nodded again. After another moment, you nodded and gave her your confirmation color and she picked up again. With the same fast pace as before—although not as quick and rough as it was when you blurted out your caution color—she had you squirming and whining again as the ecstasy began to build.

She used the new angle to push deep inside of you, pressing against that new spot and utilizing it to bring you closer to the sweet release she craved for you. You could feel the large monster of a cock twitching inside of you. Natasha's jaw clenched and she stared down at you with dark eyes.

She bent down and began suckling on your breasts, bringing you even closer. She sealed the deal though when her fingers came between you and between toying with your clit, rubbing circles to the abused spot and bringing you closer to the release that had been teasing you so harshly ever since she had pushed the thickness inside of you.

Natasha was so close. She was going to cum soon as she just tortured your little clit harder. Your moans began building in pitch, making you sound like a hopelessly mess as you started incoherently whining "green" to make her go faster.

She gladly obliged.

Her cock slid in and out of you, thrusting roughly and fucking you into the bed with a harshness you had not thought you would see on your gentle Natasha. The way her hips snapped into yours was nothing short of the darkest sins.

But it was when you came when everything came crashing down.

You screamed Natasha's name with a hoarse voice. Your body squirmed and arched, lifting off of the bed as your toes curled. Your mind was completely blank as the pleasure hit you like a freight train. You felt like you were floating on air, flashes of white serving as the fluffy clouds you were surely soaring through. The pleasure was like nothing else, a type of pleasure only Natasha Romanoff would be able to give to you as your body shattered like glass in her hands.

You squeezed around her so tightly, you triggered her own release. The moan she let out was so deep and raspy, it could have been a growl as she pressed deep inside of you. She was grinding against you as she came deep inside, painting your walls white and filling you with a sensation you had never felt before. Her body trapped yours under hers, not letting you up for even a second as she continued to thrust you into the sheets out of pure desperation to continue to feel your cunt milk the cum out of her.

There was a very long stretch of time before both of your orgasms slowed to a stop and Natasha pulled out of you. The cock seeped back into her skin like it had never been there, leaving the cum that had coated it smeared all over Natasha's pussy as she dripped with it. You were entirely limp on the bed, helpless and tiny whimpers occasionally escaping your throat as a stream of cum slowly seeped out of your overfilled cunt and onto the sheets. You had definitely been stretched, the evidence was clear as Natasha admired your body.

She was still catching her breath as she leaned forward, pressing her lips along your body before she reached your poor, aching pussy. She oh so carefully cleaned you up the best she could, using the contact to let go of Havoc as she eased out of Natasha's body and quite literally into yours through your cunt. As if that was what you needed after all of the overstimulation.

Natasha eventually collapsed next to you on the bed, pulling your limp body into her own as she held you tight. Havoc was quiet, not bothering to say anything else as you assumed she was finally, mostly sated. She felt like she was sleeping, and that's all you needed. You opened your eyes the best you could, the simple act was a lot harder than it should have been.

"I love you," you whispered.

She nodded and kissed your forehead, closing her eyes and resting her chin atop your head. "I love you, too. Both of you."

The alien did not respond, satisfied by the acknowledgment. You just smiled, at both of them really, and allowed her arms to carry you off to a sleep slumber that was much needed after the sexual havoc you were just put through.

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[st0rmyskies]

Pspspspsps.

LMTCOY update this week.

“I know what this is about…”

“You do?” Time couldn’t stifle the amusement in his tone as he led Warriors back toward their room. Time didn’t have to heft him down the hallway, by any means, but Warriors wouldn’t have stayed steady without hanging onto Time’s arm. 

“I do.” Warriors stumbled just a little as they came to a stop in front of the door, leaning in to smush his nose ungracefully into Time’s cheek. “You got me drunk.”

“You got you drunk,” Time corrected him. “I did not instruct you to finish that bottle yourself.” 

“You got me drunk,” Warriors insisted, helping to push the door open and hitting the switch near the wall. One switch controlled the lights; the other opened the curtains at the far side of the room, which was exactly what Warriors did, bathing their room in the soft golden lights of the city below. “You got me drunk and now you’ve brought me back here to take advantage of me, you scoundrel.” 

“I could have just done that at home, you know.” Time opened the closet door while Warriors flopped onto his back the bed. “Could have saved a lot on airfare.” 

#the draft is FINALLY done and I FINALLY know where we're going #more WarrTime #more Twark #more SMUT

[onismdaydream]

best friend megumi fushiguro who doesn't let anyone else get close to you, especially not someone who he knows just wants to get into your pants. he'll stand behind you, his stare intense and deadly, a subtle baring of teeth, until the guy fumbles over his words and dashes away.

megumi knows you're a virgin, never even had a proper boyfriend once the dark haired boy found you — there's no secrets between the two of you. well, almost no secrets.

you didn't need to know the way megumi couldn't help himself when he was alone in the darkness of his room, fist wrapped around his aching cock, moans muffled as he stuffed his shirt is his mouth. a small part of him wished you were here with him, that it was your hand stroking him and making his tip leak that pearly white. or better yet, maybe you'd let him take your virginity. maybe you would beg him to make love to you, spread your pretty thighs apart so he could go right where he belongs.

he wonders how it would feel, being buried deep within you. he was a virgin, too, after all — saving himself for you.

but your first time together would be special, it would be perfect, not some rushed and sloppy fuck because of his carnal desires. megumi needed to be patient and let everything fall into place. he couldn't have you running off to someone else when you two were made for each other.

so he waits for you to realize that fact, too.

#this got um. a little more yan centric than i thought lol #i just think that hes sooo protective of you. definitely a silent admirer.. #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #tw yandere #perce.doc #| ☆ | — jjkai