#these two are weak pussy ass fuckers

[borathae]

“Tedious business dinners and dull conversations leave you feeling bored. Good thing you have your husband by your side, who just so happens to be way too weak for your touches. Soon you and Jungkook find yourselves in a game of perseverance, secrecy and temptation.”

~ Requested by @seagulljk​​ ~

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, BDSM

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, dom!Reader, mommy kink, My Queen as a title, she calls him toy for this roleplay, public fumbling, secret groping of his dick & butt, thigh grinding, almost sex in the bathroom, exhibitionism kink, getting walked in on, very needy Koo who tries to be professional, she gets him so needy, slight choking, breath play if you squint, finally a playroom scene, they are both in attire, lingerie & high heels for her, leather body harness for him, latex gloves, kneeling, shoe kissing, a riding crop is involved, slight examination play, handjobs, cockring with attached anal beads, use of a spreader bar, bondage to the bed, he has his legs in the air, use of a prostate vibrator, edging & orgasm denial, oral (f. & m.receiving), face sitting, 69ning, spit kink, lotsa praising, she calls him slut in a loving way, koo has a voice kink, dirty talk, nipple play, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), forced orgasms, squirting, tears of pleasure, Jungkook is deep in subspace omg, the softest aftercare

Wordcount: 13.9k

a/n: Happy birthday my love!! Gosh, I really do hope that you have an awesome day and that this lil story is a worthy enough present! As you can see by the long list of warnings & wordcount I kinda escalated 🥴 love you lots and lots! ❤

Tonight's dinner was a Plus One situation. Jungkook was the recipient of the invitation and you were his lovely date. It was quite the boring dinner, so you soon had to realise when you found yourself in a rooftop restaurant with twelve high-ranking businessmen and their twenty years younger Plus Ones. Now, now you are being unfair here, there were also the two or three businessmen of your age group, but the average age said something else. 

They had one thing in common however, they all possessed knowledge about topics you were thoroughly not interested in and had too much time to discuss said topics.

It was the fifth course. Lobster in a perfectly balanced sauce. The food was delicious, conversation was still boring. 

You know that Jungkook was bored too, but that he acted interested.

"You don’t say?" he gasps, "I would have never even thought of that." 

One of his younger associates (and the official host of tonight's dinner) just told him about a method of increasing one's stocks tenfold. Or something along that line, you honestly aren’t paying attention. They could very well be talking about yellow cows and you would take in just as little. 

You huff out air secretly. You just want to go home and change into comfy clothes and then chill on the couch with a stupid horror movie on. 

Jungkook laughs. Two other men follow and their dates give a little polite chuckle before returning to their task of looking at their phones. They seem just as bored as you are.

You hate this. Not only because it is boring as fuck, but also because you know exactly how you and your fellow women are seen tonight. Trophy wives. That’s what you are to most of those men. Just a pretty piece of meat to show off that their wrinkly dicks could still get some. You know men like them. Old fuckers with their rancid dicks who get something out of fucking women who could be their daughter. You've had to suck too many of those guys' dicks in your past that you have developed a certain distaste for them these days. You know how they think. They don’t see women as people, but as nice tits, a wet pussy and a good ass. Also some easy way to manipulate young minds. 

And tonight you are exactly that. A pretty piece of meat. 

Now, you must mention that you are aware that Jungkook does not see you as such, but that he is genuinely happy to have you with him. You are also pretty sure that Mister Yung sees his lady as such as well, given how you are still plagued by the memory of you having to run in on them heavily groping each other in the bathroom between the second and third course. They currently act as if nothing ever happened, but avoid your eye contact at all times. You also have a gist that the connection between Mister Yashima and his wife Yoko is very real. They have been secretly holding hands under the table for most of the night, thinking nobody would notice. But you did. You notice when people try to be sneaky. 

Just like rancid old Mister Choi right now as he is trying to slip his hand under his lady's dress. Oh here she comes. And fought off successfully. You stifle a laugh, flitting your eyes back to your food. 

The next course has been served. Vegetables. They look delicious. Taste delicious too. 

Jungkook turns to you now that the conversation is finished. He lets his eyes run over your features until you sneak a glance his way. He smiles sweetly and leans closer. 

"Do you like the food?" he asks you. 

"Yeah, it’s so good", you say with your mouth stuffed. 

"Here", Jungkook places a few of his vegetables on your plate, "you can have some of mine." 

"But that’s your food." 

"It's alright, I don’t really like asparagus."

"Really?" 

He nods his head.

"Thanks babe, you’re the best." 

He grins cutely and turns away again as someone else started a conversation with him and your terribly long evening continues. 

You have reached your first dessert by now. Something with cognac cream. You are eating both servings because Jungkook didn’t want to risk it. You don’t mind, you promised that in return Jungkook could have your second dessert as this promises to include hazelnuts, which you don’t enjoy.  

Jungkook is talking again, saying words you know are important but are so terribly boring for you. Especially now when you finished your cognac creams and have nothing to do. 

Your legs touch. It feels electric, forcing your eyes to flit down. You know from just a look that it was an involuntary touch. Jungkook is opening and closing his legs in a mindless wiggle. Something he does when he is either lost in conversation or lost in his own little world. And it’s fascinating to you tonight. Truly, you are already so deprived of entertainment that you find it in Jungkook's little habit. 

Your legs touch again, Jungkook is currently listening to what his conversation partner has to say. 

His legs close again and…open. Another touch. 

Close. 

Open. 

Close. 

Open and touch. 

You reach out, placing your hand on his inner thigh so close to his dick that you can feel it brush against you. 

"Ah", Jungkook lets out loudly.

"Uhm…", his conversation partner falters, "sorry?" 

Jungkook panics. He can feel the touch. He can feel that you are massaging his thigh. He also knows he just made a sound.

"I just meant uhm ah as, as in like ah I see", he stutters, placing his hand over yours to at least tug it away from his cock. 

You let him, only to end up right where you started off a second later.

Jungkook tries not to show it, still nodding his head to whatever the dude has to say. His hand grabs yours again, tugs you away and squeezes it to keep it still. 

He just began to say his answer when your hand lands on its starting place again. He is trying so hard not to begin stuttering, almost failing when for just a second you cupped his dick with your entire hand. 

This is so much fun. Jungkook is talking with a slight lisp all of a sudden. This is a tell-tale sign that he is pretending to be something that he is currently not. In his case a well-reserved CEO, who does not have his super hot wife palm his dick under the table. 

His fingers grasp you, tug you away again. They feel a little sweaty all of a sudden. 

Thankfully the dessert saves him and his conversation partner turns away for now to eat his mousse. 

Jungkook turns to you quickly, staring at you with big eyes and pink cheeks. His state almost makes you chuckle. Cute.

"What are you doing?" he asks you in a panicky whisper. 

"Nothing. What do you mean?" you ask innocently but with a smirk. 

"You, you know what I mean." 

"Mhhm no, I don’t think I do.

"You are touching my", Jungkook stops himself to lower his voice in fear of people hearing him, "my dick." 

"Ah that. Yeah, just wanted to make sure it’s still there." 

"Well, it is. Now, now please don’t do this." 

"No? Okay." 

"Thank you."

Conversation soon returns to normal. You will still do it. Jungkook said no touching of his dick, but never said anything about his ass. 

His sitting position is perfect for it. He is sitting on the edge of the seat - thinking that this will prevent you from reaching for his dick - but in the process he reveals his butt in all its glory to your eyes. 

You touch his back and begin tracing his spine. Jungkook stays confident in his speech because he thinks that you are merely giving him a little caress. It is, after all, not an unusual place for you to touch in public. 

Your hand wanders down further. Jungkook tenses and shifts his hips on the chair.  

"Can, can you say that again?" he stutters, tensing even more when your hand finally lands on his butt and squeezes it roughly. 

He shoots up and scoots back quickly. It earns him an eyebrow raise from his associate. 

"Yes, that’s really interesting", he presses out, trying to minimise your movements by squeezing your hand between the chair and his butt. It does help and so you have to stick to other methods. 

Such as dropping your napkin right between his legs. 

"Oh, oops", you murmur, "don’t mind me sweets, I'll just quickly get my napkin", you tell him nonchalantly, bending down to reach right between his legs. 

Jungkook shifts and squirms, releasing your hand like this. His eyes flit down repeatedly, you hear him begin talking in a lisp again and as you move closer to his cock in your "search" you hear his voice actually rise in pitch. 

You find the napkin and lift yourself again, doing so by dancing your hands up his legs all the way from his calves to his thighs. 

"Sorry, clumsy me dropped her napkin", you tell Jungkook's conversation partner with a friendly smile. You lift the napkin in the air, all while keeping your left hand resting on his dick. You are fumbling with the zipper, making him believe you are actually going to open it. 

"But I found it again", you say. 

The man lets out an amused chuckle, "I'm glad you did, Miss", he says and looks back at a blushing Jungkook, "you have a really sweet wife, Mister Jeon", he says and looks at your face again. 

You are smiling oh so innocently sweet, all while your hand is literally giving your husband a semi-hard under the table.  

"Yeah, uhm, uh she is so god." 

Just this moment your hand slipped inside his slacks, now fighting with his briefs.

"God?" The man asks, confused. 

"G-god damn pretty, ahah" Jungkook explains, laughing nervously all while trying his hardest to tug your hand away again. Which leaves him with you grabbing his cock for support and giving him an even harder time to concentrate. 

"Ah yes, she is. A real beauty", the man says and right now you don’t even mind his eyes gawking at your tits because you have Jungkook literally twitching in your fingers and that is all that matters. 

"Yeah, yeah she i-is." 

"Mhm", the man shifts his eyes back to Jungkook, "now where were we? Ah yes, Vienna. I heard that the market is quite promising for extending these days." 

You zone out on the conversation again, acting as if you are listening while all you concentrate on is making Jungkook completely hard. He is still resisting for now, but you'll get him there. 

Jungkook tugs on your hand again. He tugs and tugs and tugs. You let him be successful in the end. For just a moment and just long enough for him to close his zipper hastily. He is so adorable. His cheeks are so red. Oh truly he is so adorable. You just have to touch him again.

"Ee-yeah", Jungkook saves himself at the last moment, turning his squeak into a very weird way of agreeing. He nods his head vigorously, almost breaking your hand from how tightly he holds it. 

Not that you need to keep it on his crotch by now. No, the way Jungkook tugged his cock into his slacks makes his ever growing erection fill up his right pant leg. Perfect for your fingers to reach. You caress his cockhead through his slacks, watching in delight as Jungkook arches his back slightly and covers up him wanting to throw his back by making a very awkward movement with his torso. 

"Yeah", he squeaks out, reaching for his glass of water to drink it hastily.

"Are you feeling alright, Mister Jeon?" 

"Mhm yeah, just really dr-ah-y throat", he stutters. 

He is so much fun. You almost have to chuckle, but don’t. Instead you lean closer to him. 

"I'm going to the bathroom for a moment", you say and giggle, "I always drink way too much water." 

Jungkook's head snaps around so he can gawk at you in shock. 

"I completely understand you", his conversation partner says and laughs.

You give him a fake laugh, rubbing your palm up and down Jungkook's dick. You look him straight into his eyes, making Jungkook gulp while his hips are squirming.

"Now you gotta excuse me", you say and stand up, stifling a laugh as Jungkook reaches for your hand only to have it slip between his fingers. 

And so it comes that you abandon him by the table looking like a sad puppy with big eyes and his cock rockhard. 

Your laughter spills out of you once you finally are in the lady's room. You barely manage to hide in one of the stalls, stumbling over in your snickering. 

This was the best idea you ever had. Oh Jungkook looked so cute. You want to eat him whole. You squeal, jumping on the spot. Fuck, you’re acting like a teenage girl. 

"Okay okay, calm down ___ calm. You have to calm down and not lose your shit", you say, fanning air to your face with a big grin. 

The door to the outside opens and closes.

"___?" 

Your grin grows, your heart speeds up uncontrollably. Here he is. 

You unlock your stall. 

"Yes?" 

Jungkook is standing right in front of you, staring at you with determined eyes and his cock filling up his pants. 

"I'm here", he says and steps closer. 

"I can see that", you chuckle, "I think you took the wrong door. This is the lady's room." 

"Yes but…that’s why you told me", he says, "so I can follow you."

You study him from head to toe. Jungkook inches closer, staring at your tits in that tight dress. 

"And why do you think I wanted you to follow me?" you feign confusion. 

"So that" he falters, "so that.." he gestures between you and him vigorously, "we can like…fuck." 

You laugh, "so you think that’s what I wanted to say with it?" you taunt, taking a step back as Jungkook is inching closer again.

Your back falls against the closed stall door now that he is giving you no other choice. He is looking at you with half-lidded eyes, caging you in like a needy animal. 

"Yes", he rasps, placing his right hand beside your head. 

Your eyes meet. 

"Then you’re wrong, I just needed to pee." 

"I don't believe you", he says, placing his left hand beside your head. 

With your heels on tonight, you and him are almost the same height. It makes the entire situation just all the more electric. You and Jungkook, having a staring battle on eye level. Oh how lost you get in his spell. 

"You made me look like a fool", he rasps.

"Yeah? How'd you get up?" you taunt, lifting your knee just high enough to lodge it between his legs. 

Jungkook moves quickly, inching closer while his hips begin rocking back and forth on your knee. His hard cock is grinding against you that way.

"Napkin", he chokes out, breathing heavily, "held it in front of my cock." 

"And that helped? You’re so hard Kook, I’m sure the entire table noticed", you say and press your knee closer. 

Jungkook stumbles into you and whimpers.

"Mommy, fuck me", he begs, humping your thigh oh so needily. 

"Ahem." 

You turn your head. Jungkook does too. His hips stop instantly. Your knee drops.

There she is. A stranger. Another woman standing in the bathroom with disgusted shock on her features. 

"He's not feeling well", you lie, backing off into the stall and dragging Jungkook with you by his tie, "come on honey, let’s fix you up." 

The stall door falls closed, the shocked woman disappears. 

The lock clicks.

"Oh my god, what should we-", Jungkook gets muffled by your hand. 

You have him pressed against the door with one hand on his mouth and the other around his throat. 

"Quiet", you whisper. 

Jungkook whimpers, eyes filling with tears of embarrassment. He is panting, groping your waist needily.

"You're such a bad Bunny, couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you? You just had to beg for my fuck, didn’t you?" you hiss in feigned anger.

Jungkook blinks his eyes cutely, mewling behind your hand. 

"Hush", you warn, squeezing his face and throat, "I have to listen." 

Jungkook squirms. His heart is racing. His cock hurts. He is so turned on. He has you pressing him against a door after getting walked in on, all while your hands are making breathing just that tiny bit harder. He is in heaven. His own exhibitionism heaven.

A toilet flushes, then two doors down a lock opens. The clicking of heels. 

You look into Jungkook's eyes, pinning him down. 

Water begins to run. 

"Quiet now Bunny", you whisper, squeezing your hands closer, "quiet."

Jungkook makes a little sound, trembling. 

The water turns off again. 

The clicking of heels becomes quieter and quieter until it suddenly drowns out.

You drop your hands, stepping closer. 

Jungkook reaches for you, moaning solely because he is so excited for what was to come. 

Click. Click. 

Jungkook stumbles as you open the door and his back loses its leverage.

"What, what are you doing?" he stutters. 

"Leaving. We shouldn’t ruin your reputation." 

"But the, the thing we did." 

"What thing?" you ask as you strut to the sink, enjoying his eyes on your hips. The water turns on. 

"The sex. I wanna fuck." 

You laugh, turning on your heels. In two steps you are by his side, placing your hands on his chest despite them being wet. 

Jungkook inches closer, staring at your lips. He exhales shakily as he feels you rub your hands up and down his pecs. His hands, oh so warm from excitement, land on your waist. 

Now you are rubbing the back of your hands all over his chest. 

Jungkook furrows his brows and looks down. 

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"They've run out of paper towels", you say nonchalantly and give his chest a soft slap, "thanks sweetie, you were perfect for this." 

You turn in his hands and because Jungkook is way too baffled by your blunt answer, you slip out of his fingers easily, making your way to the door in elegant steps. 

"What the hell?" you hear him murmur under his breath. 

The door opens. 

"What the hell, ___?" he says loudly, stumbling after you. He manages to press himself out between you and the door, claiming the space in front of you. His eyes are wide in bafflement. 

"What?" you stifle a laugh, "why are you making that face." 

"I thought you, you told me so I, I can follow you and then we fuck", he whines.

"No", you shrug your shoulders, "I just needed to pee and you happened to act up." 

"But mom-" he stops himself, looking over his shoulder at the restaurant. Nobody seemed to have noticed. He turns back to you, pouting vigorously, "but ___, you touched my cock", he whines.

You snicker, reaching out to pet his cheek. 

"You're so adorable, Bunny", you whisper. 

Jungkook touches your hips and steps closer 

"Let's leave", he says breathily as his eyes dance over your features obsessively. 

"Leave? But Bunny, this is important", you say and gasp. Your groping hands on his pecs let him know that this right here, your refusal to leave, is just your way of riling him up even more.

Jungkook knows you and he also knows that you are almost bored to death because of the dinner. So this right here is you being a complete meanie and finding enjoyment in his suffering. Not that Jungkook is suffering. His competitive side loves the challenge of getting you there. But his cock is hard and that is so awful. He just wants to be your sextoy and not be here. Yes, Jungkook is currently whining in his thoughts, so proceed to read those sentences as such. 

"I don't care, it’s not important", Jungkook says, massaging your hips desperately.

"But Kook. What about the company?" 

"They know our stance, it’s just chit-chat now."

"Just chit-chat you say? Mhm, that sounds interesting. I don’t want to keep you from it."

"Mommy", he whines and stomps his foot, "I don't wanna be here. I wanna be with you. Alone."

Yes, someone heard him. A waitress. She is looking at you weird. Jungkook doesn’t notice, he is too busy being a sulky little baby. You don’t mind that she did. 

"Are we throwing a tantrum? Mhm Bunny?" 

"No, but I just", he pouts and lowers his eyes, "can we leave, please?" he says politely.

"And do what?" 

"Fuck." 

"Sounds tempting", you smirk, "you should say bye to your colleagues though. It’d be rude not to."

"I don't want to, I want to leave."

"Behave. I still have my bag by the table." 

"But-"

You place your hand around his throat. 

"Behave. Now." 

His eyes tell you just how good you get him, even if he tries to act as if he doesn’t like the scolding.

Jungkook huffs out air and takes off his tweed suit jacket. He holds it in front of his crotch, sending you a dark look. 

"Good boy", you say in a chuckle, leading the way in a confident strut while Jungkook just kind of wobbles behind you awkwardly. 

No, walking with a boner is not fun. 

Jungkook expected to have some action in his car. You know that he did because when Mister Lee and his wife asked for a lift home as they were both too drunk to drive, Jungkook almost cursed at them. You just kind of grinned to yourself because for the next forty minutes you had Jungkook squeezing your thigh needily while you had two strangers in your backseat. 

You also know that Jungkook expected to have you grope him in the elevator. You know he did because he pressed you against the mirror and placed your hand on his cock while mewling about how needy he is. He had to stop when two floors later a group of people entered the elevator. You snickered while Jungkook whined quietly. 

The elevator doors just managed to close when Jungkook officially couldn't take it anymore. He is on you within seconds, kissing you desperately while his hands are restless on your body. You knew it would happen, but it still manages to steal your breath. Another second later and you have him press you against the elevator door with your legs around his waist. He is rolling his hips into you as if he was already fucking you, panting and moaning into the kisses. 

A harsh tug on his hair brings some order back to the chaos.

"What are you doing?" you ask him. 

Jungkook looks at your lips with his cheeks heated and his eyes barely open.

"I can't wait anymore. I wanna have you."

He mewls and pulls a face of discomfort with his eyes oh so sparkly from desperation. 

"My cock hurts so much Mommy", he whines, speeding up his hips, "wanna fuck. Wanna fuck so bad." 

"Yeah?" you try to keep your voice calm even if Jungkook grinding his hard cock into your pussy is making it beyond impossible, "where? Here?" 

"Yeah here. Anywhere. Don’t care. Wanna fuck you, please Mommy." 

You can’t lie, having him fuck you against the elevator sounds terribly tempting. His suit and your dress would still be on, pushed to the side just enough to make way for being able to fuck. His hair would be all messy, your kisses would be oh so incredibly sloppy. Just imagining it is leaving you dripping for him. 

But you want something else. Something that takes hours and makes up for all the time you lost during that boring dinner. 

"Wanna go upstairs?" 

This is all you had to say for Jungkook to act his part. He sets you down gently and steps away. Then he lowers his head before bowing at you the perfect ninety degrees.

"I'm ready for orders", he says.

"Get cleaned up and pretty." 

"Yes! Understood!" he says and bows even deeper. 

"Now off you go." 

Jungkook nods his head in understanding, leaving you by the elevator. He keeps bowing as he leaves, doing so until he disappears behind a pillar. 

Oh you trained him so well. He is so obedient. It makes you want to run after him and ruin him against the shower wall, but you shouldn’t. You have a game to prepare. 

You are waiting in your most beautiful gear, freshly showered and so ready for him to see you. You picked out the black look tonight. Heels, stockings and an intricately done corset. The corset was custom made just for you, Jungkook gave it to you as part of his White Day presents. You look amazing in it.

Jungkook knocks three times. Your heart begins to race. It is finally time. 

"Come in!" you call out. 

The door opens and Jungkook steps inside, closing the door. Then he turns.

"Holy fuck", he gasps, falling to his knees, "holy fuck, I'm fucking yours."

You chuckle, giving your own palm a gentle spank with the help of your riding crop. It makes a sharp sound, courtesy of the gloves you are wearing. They are latex, ending right beneath your elbows. 

"Mommy, I’m here to be your toy", Jungkook moans, bowing down until his forehead is pressed into the floor. 

"I assume you like the outfit", you say, finally leaving your place by the backlit glass wall. Your heels make a clicking sound on the dark wood floors. 

One. 

Two. 

Then you are next to Jungkook, having climbed the two stairs separating the rest of the room. You round him, wanting to inspect every inch of him. 

He is wearing his playroom pants. Black silk with a loose hem and flowy legs. It is easy and quick to take off and makes him look incredible. His feet are naked, folded in a way that would make his toes squish together when he sits on them. They are currently squished now that his perky butt was resting on them. 

He put a harness on. Black leather with silver eyelets and buckles. It was handmade and sized especially for his torso, resulting in hugging the best parts. The straps crossed each other in the back, connecting with the horizontal strap which dug its path around his ribcage. There were two big rings in the back in case you wanted to tie his wrists - or ankles - to it. 

You trace them with your crop, forcing them to make a sound. Jungkook stays still, but hears it. He flexes his toes for just a second. 

"So you are here to be my toy", you say, dancing the soft leather crop down his spine. Goosebumps litter his skin instantly, his toes tense again. 

"I am", he answers you, voice heavy in arousal. 

"Cute", you taunt and round him in elegant steps.

You stop before him, keeping your legs apart in a way that would give him the perfect view of your clothed pussy. 

"Lift your head." 

Jungkook obeys, lifting nothing but his head just as you told him to do. You trace his cheek with the crop before landing the gentlest of hits. He gasps, fluttering his lashes cutely. 

"Now sit up." 

Jungkook obeys with the crop right under his chin. 

"Hands on your thighs, palms up."

The order would have been unnecessary as his hands would have found their resting position naturally. It still feels so much better when you give him the official order. 

"Mhm." 

You inspect the position of them, deciding that his left hand needs fixing. You spank his palm gently. 

Jungkook fixes it quickly, sending you a hopeful look afterwards. 

"Better." 

You study him again. The harness looks beautiful in the front. The horizontal rib cage strap continues, now serving as support for three smaller straps. The two which cross in the back and one in the middle of them. There are even more delicate pieces between them, serving as the perfect frame for his sculpted pecs. They look strong and muscular on normal days, but look especially defined once he puts this harness on. 

The strap in the middle leads up his sternum, past the valleys of his pecs and ending in an intricately done collar. One thick part, coated by soft black fur on the side which touches his skin, another layer of a small strap of leather on which the last layer of leather sits. They are held together by silver eyelets and in the front you can choose to attach a leash on a silver ring. There were five more rings on the chest piece, serving for multiple bondage positions or if you decide to tie him to one of your many and very lovely constructions. 

You trace his pecs, flicking the tip of the crop over his nipple. Jungkook straightens his back and exhales shakily, widening his eyes. 

"You seem very determined to be my toy tonight", you say, moving on to his other nipple for symmetry.

Jungkook sighs, squirming just enough that it wouldn’t earn him a spank for moving too much. 

"Now tell me, sweet boy. Why should I play with you?" 

"Please?" 

You laugh, giving his cheek a soft slap with the crop. 

"That is not an acceptable reason." 

Jungkook places his hands on the floor beside your feet and leans down. He kisses your shoes, making sure to place the kisses right on the tips of them.

"I will serve you so well, my Queen", he says, keeping his face lowered to your feet. 

He truly knows how to push your buttons. This sight is oh so wonderful. 

"So you believe that you will serve my needs? I have high standards for my toys, I’m not easily pleased." 

Jungkook lowers his head, resting his face on the floor between your feet. 

"I won’t disappoint you, my Queen." 

"Yes?" you trace his spine with the riding crop, "and if you will, are you ready to carry the punishment?" 

"Yes, I will carry it."

"Good. Kiss my feet again, go on thank your Queen." 

"Thank you my Queen", he says, kissing your right foot. First your shoe then your instep. 

"I am being gracious, toy. Not many get this honour", you tell him.

He moves to your left one, breathing shakily.

"I'm forever in your debt", he says, kissing the tip of your shoe, "thank you so much, my Queen", he kisses your instep, "thank you for your grace."

He keeps his head lowered afterwards, waiting for your answer. 

"Good. Now sit up." 

Jungkook obeys, placing his hands palms-up on his thighs. He lifts his head, giving you his most obedient bunny eyes. 

"Mhhm, sweet", you decide about his face, taking his cheeks between your fingers. You squeeze them, moving his head left and right to inspect it.  

He put lots of effort into his hair. He could have let it be down after the shower he took, but Jungkook is a thorough and detail-oriented sub. So his hair is styled perfectly again, side-parted and held up by mousse and gel. He has just gotten his undercut done, so the neatness of it adds to the overall clean appearance of his hair. You also know that he put effort into his eyebrows. You once told him that you liked them a lot and now Jungkook makes sure to keep them perfectly styled for you each time you and him play professionally. His skin is soft, feeling like silk under your fingertips. So he made sure to shave as well. Not that Jungkook gets a lot of beard anyway, but he still made the effort. And that is what makes him so attractive. He made an effort. He wants to show you that he wants to look his best when it is time to play. And this effort turns you on so much. 

"You look very handsome, toy. I can see that a lot of effort went into it." 

He beams at you, falling out of his role to give you a genuine reaction. 

"I want to be handsome for you." 

"You are. The most handsome." 

"Thank you, Mommy", he whispers, glowing in pride.

"Now", you let go of his cheeks to take a step back, "how am I supposed to play with you?" 

Jungkook straightens his back, forcing his face to return to seriousness. 

"I can take everything, my Queen." 

"Yes?" 

Obviously everything was still within the borders of his comfort zone and because he knows that you have great knowledge and unbreakable respect of said borders he felt comfortable enough to say such a big word. 

"Everything is a big word, toy." 

"I am hardworking."

He makes you laugh. 

"I can see that. You are very diligent", you say, caressing his soft cheeks. 

You squeeze them, "mhm", you slap them gently. 

It is enough to make Jungkook gasp. 

"Very well. Follow me."

You turn and lead the way in elegant steps. And Jungkook knows what to do. Follow you. The order was obvious. He has to follow you…on all fours, for the order never included his right to stand up. 

You seem pleased by his proper understanding, waiting for him by the backlit glass wall. The glass was milky and in it a most detailed pattern was carved into. Lights of red and deep pinks helped put special emphasis on the work. The lights crept into the room, tainting the red wall beside the glass a lighter red and giving the ground beneath your feet a red glow to it. 

Jungkook reaches you, sitting down on his folded feet and presenting his palms to you. They are pinkish from having to crawl. 

"You have a proper understanding of words." 

"Thank you, my Queen." 

Just one last caress, his face receives. Truly, you can’t stop touching it. He is oh so handsome. Jungkook likes it so much, he feels so beautiful whenever you touch him. 

"Stand up, I want to see the rest of you." 

Jungkook follows gladly, keeping his back straightened and his hands folded in front of his crotch. 

That doesn’t please you. You give them a soft spank.

Jungkook gasps, opening them to put them on the sides of his body instead. 

"Better", you say. 

He nods his head in understanding, working diligently to keep them in their desired position. 

"Now, may I touch you?" 

"Yes, you may, my Queen." 

"Thank you." 

You step closer, placing your gloved hands on his hips. He makes sure to move his arms out of the way, still keeping them by his sides but just slightly lifted. After all, he doesn’t want to be in his Queen's way but also doesn’t want to disobey her orders. 

You seem to be pleased by his efforts, scanning his body with hungry eyes. The harness continues down his torso. One thick strap, around two inches of width and attached to the rib cage strap. It parted his sculpted abs, casting deep shadows on his muscles and making them appear stronger. You trace along the belt, giving yourself time to trace each of his individual muscles. They feel hard under your fingertips, contrasting with the silkiness of his skin. The valley between them is deep, letting you know that Jungkook must have done something to get them so defined. 

It pleases you. He is truly such a thorough sub. He must have done a few sit-ups and put oil on them before visiting you to make sure that he can give you his best self. 

"Very handsome. I like your muscles a lot", you praise him, feeling him tense under you. The effect is instant, the valleys carve deeper into his skin, the mountains of his muscles grow and along his lowest ribs, muscles appear in well-defined streaks. 

"Very good, oh how very pleasing", you say, feeling up his ribs before letting your gloved palms run down his sides. 

Jungkook shudders, forcing his abs to relax. You don’t mind, he still looks mouth wateringly handsome. 

You have reached his hips again, making sure to hold him with a certain pressure. 

You let your eyes flit up, realising that Jungkook kept his eyes focused on the glass wall. 

"Eyes on me."

His eyes flit to you instantly. 

"May I take off your pants?" 

"Yes you may, my Queen."

"Thank you", you give him a smile, one he retorts, ""now eyes back on the wall until I tell you otherwise." 

Jungkook obeys with a nod of his head. 

The harness disappears in his pants, letting you know that he attached a hip piece tonight. The thought is most exciting. 

You pull the strings open, dancing your hands back to his hips. You let him wait for just one second, watching his face for a reaction. He is impatient, but does an incredible job hiding it. 

You look back at his hips and hook your fingers in his pants. You tug them down carefully, making sure his semi-hard cock wouldn’t be hurt.

His breathing quickens in excitement. Your mouth waters. 

He styled himself for you, shaving the parts which would have looked too messy for him otherwise and trimming the rest. He kept the prettiest of happy trails too, knowing very well how obsessed you are with it. 

Right now it is covered by the strap of his harness. Said harness ends in a big metal ring, currently sitting snug around Jungkook's cock and balls. 

"Look at that. So handsome", you murmur, watching his cock throb at the praise. 

You round him, keeping your gloved hands on his hips. The harness sadly stops at the cockring, but truly ends in a delicate metal chain. It is fixed on a small ring on the cockring, spanning itself to the back of his body before disappearing between his buttocks. 

You grab said buttocks and part them, revealing the end of the chain. His rim, neatly shaved and glistening in the remnants of the lube. The chain disappears inside of it, making you wonder just what he chose tonight. 

The harness truly was a blessing. Jungkook could exchange the lower part to his liking. There was the simple cockring option, the cockring and buttplug option, the cockring with anallock option and the option of cockring with three perfectly shaped analbeads. There is of course an option without any kind of attachment, but instead it is an intricate webbing of straps and belts meant to frame his thighs and ass, it’s your favourite whenever you peg him because you can grab it and pull his ass back on your strap remorselessly. But the option of choosing you allow Jungkook to have. He can choose whatever he craves that night and it is always a surprise most thrilling to you.

You know exactly what option he chose tonight. 

"Anal beads", you observe, closing his buttocks to squeeze his hips instead, "tell me, toy. Is someone trying to be stuffed?" 

"Yes, my Queen."

"Mhm", you trace the chain, keeping your left hand pressed to his lower stomach so he couldn’t flee. Not that Jungkook would ever flee, on the contrary, he is having the hardest time not to arch into your touch. 

"Was it hard to get them inside, mhm?" 

"Yes, my Queen. The middle one was so big." 

"It was big you say?" you trace the chain all the way back to his hole, outlining the part where it disappears inside of him, "and yet I don’t see it outside. You must have worked diligently to get it inside, mustn’t you?" 

"Yes, my Queen. I tried until I, I finally got it inside." 

"And how did it feel?" 

"Big, like I am being stretched out from the inside." 

"Mhm", you hum, pressing down on his lower stomach in sync with pressing two fingers against his rim. The balls shift inside of him, unable to slip outside because of your fingers but managing to make his muscles convulse.

"Ah", he lets out breathily, balling his hands to fists. 

"I can feel them, right there", you observe, rolling your fingers against them, "that’s them, am I correct?" 

"Yeah", he croaks, clenching his hole desperately.

"Oh?" you fake surprise, "oh, I’m sorry. Does my probing get you all needy to squeeze them out again?"

"Yes, my Q-Queen. Ah mhm", he moans softly, having to gasp for air most sweetly. 

You chuckle, slipping your fingers away.

You round him again, coming to the most pleasurable discovery that he has hardened completely by now. He is finally filling out that cockring, looking so red and swollen because of it. 

You touch him without warning, running your gloved palm up and down his veiny shaft. 

Jungkook bites his lower lip, furrowing his brows in concentration. His eyes he still keeps perfectly focused on the wall. 

"You have a perfect cock", you praise, feeling it throb in pride. 

"Thank you, my Queen", he says, sighing the words just slightly. 

You let your gaze switch between his face and his cock. The touch must feel amazing to him. 

It is not often that you use gloves to play with him. Latex gloves, medical gloves, silken gloves, even leather gloves. You keep a vast collection of them in one of your neatly integrated wall closets. Each of them hidden in their own compartment and sorted by material, colour and length. Tonight's gloves are latex, black and reaching a good two inches over your elbows. Jungkook goes crazy for the feeling of them on his skin and they are meant for special occasions only. Tonight is a special occasion so you decided and Jungkook loves the surprise with a twitch of his cock and a soft whimper. 

"How does that feel?" you taunt, swirling your wrist as your hand is wrapped around his cockhead. 

He breathes heavily, making sounds as he does. With a vigorous nod of his head he lets you know that this right here felt like heaven.

"Yes? It feels good?" you ask. 

You let go of his cock only to place your left hand underneath it. Like this his pink tip is resting on your open palm. You trace it with the pointer finger of your right hand, making sure that you get every part of it. 

"How does that make you feel?"

"Sen-sensitive", he gets out and breathes in deeply. 

"Mhm." 

You place the open palm of your right hand on top of his cockhead and then rub your hands up and down slowly. 

"What about this? I'm sure this is different." 

Jungkook breathes out with a sound, wiggling his fingers and tensing his lower abs. You watch it happening. 

"Is good", he rasps, fighting gravity with his eyelids. 

"Mhm." 

He looks so good like this. You really enjoy touching him like this because it is different than giving him just a normal handjob. You can put more pressure on him if you want to or less if he deserves to be teased. It also looks really good when Jungkook's tip appears between your hands each time you dance them back. Because each time it does, it seems to glisten more and more in his excitement. 

Jungkook gives you a falter of his position then. Just a tiny step back with his left foot and with his back losing some of its tension. It is the result of you keeping his cockhead between your two palms and moving them into opposite directions, left and right. 

"Oh?" you stop instantly, basking in him trying to fix his position panickedly in hopes you wouldn’t punish him. But you do, because it is fun and you like completely messing with his brain. 

You pull your hands away, dropping his cock. It wiggles up and down for a little before stilling, standing way too hard and way too sensitive.

Jungkook tries not to show it, but a small whimper still escapes him and as you take a look at his face you realise that he is pulling a face of disappointed agony. 

You laugh, forcing Jungkook to almost break his focused gaze just so he could check why you are laughing. 

"Tell me how close I've gotten you", you order and decide to make it harder for him by placing your palms on his chest and flicking your gloved fingers over his nipples. They harden instantly. 

"Very…close", he struggles with his words because of how good your touch feels. 

Jungkook didn’t always have sensitive nipples. He liked it when people licked them or rolled them between their fingers, but he couldn’t say that stimulation on them would seriously turn him on. You are different. He hasn’t figured out yet what kind of dark magic you used on him, but ever since a few months his nipples have become so sensitive that your current touch feels like electricity on his skin. It snakes down his torso until it hugs his cock in tingles and aches for more. 

There was also this one night in your caravan by the ocean where you made Jungkook cum solely by playing with his nipples and talking to him. Such evenings would have never been possible in his past, but with you they are. 

"Very close you say", your voice pulls him back from his sweet memories to his even sweeter reality. 

Jungkook nods his head, biting down on his lower lip. He is going to cum. If you keep touching him for only a few more minutes he is going to cum. 

"Mhm, yeah. Well, I’m sorry I did", your remorse is feigned and laced with glee, "if I knew you were close, I would have continued." 

You pull your hands away, leaving Jungkook to chase you in a small arch of his back. 

"Ah", he lets out, sounding sad as he does. 

You grin, placing your hands on his hips. You know you could have made him cum. But you don’t want him to cum yet. He has to give you more before that could happen. 

You wrap your hand around his cock. 

"Follow me", you say, dragging him with you by his hard cock. 

Jungkook follows with a needy moan rolling off his tongue, touching your upper arms because if he gets needy from edging his hands always seem to magically reach out for you. Truly it is the sweetest yet most tragic phenomenon. Although you are the cruel Queen denying him his heaven, his instincts are still to find refuge in your hands. Dependency on the one person who gives him such agony. Truly, it is such a sweet tragedy.

You let go of his cock now that you have reached the bed. 

The bed fills up a good portion of the room, but it doesn’t look too big. The room is spacious enough for it. And while it may not look too massive, it still demands attention. It was made out of wood, dark as ebony and with a layer of gloss varnish so it could reflect the lights. The frame was sturdy and with intricately carved bedposts reaching up to the ceiling. Said posts had not only an aesthetic purpose but a practical as well. They served as the anchor of your bondage rings. Rope, chains, leather belts. One could secure the ties of their liking to them. 

The mattress was firm, but soft enough to make it comfortable on the back. There weren’t any blankets on them, nor was there any normal bedding. The mattress was covered in a red pvc sheet, waterproof and just sticky enough on the skin that getting sweaty and dirty on it feels incredible. You and Jungkook decided on such a sheet because you grew terribly annoyed by having to get lube or cum or squirt stains out of your good linen sheets. These days you just have to wipe them down after a session, disinfect them and make sure they are tugged in neatly. You can obviously change colours too and mostly you alternate between red and black, depending on the scene you want to play. 

You turn around, facing Jungkook. With your hands on his hips you situate him in front of the foot end of the bed.

"Sit." 

Jungkook obeys with a push of your hands, mewling most needily because sitting down not only makes his thighs squeeze his balls but also because the weight of his body shifts the anal beads in his ass. 

He looks up at you with his sweaty palms resting face up on his thighs. 

You give him a harsh push, making him fall on the mattress with a groan. It messes up his hair at the back.

Now it is to working quickly. Without showing him an ounce of respect, you pick up his legs and spread them only to set them down on the mattress harshly. 

Jungkook squirms from left to right, giving you an excited mewl. He is so exposed now. The pressure on his ass is sadly gone, but he is so exposed that the thrill of being eyed up by you makes up for the loss of stimulation.

He feels cuffs around his ankles. They jingle as you secure them. Jungkook wants to look but doesn’t dare. He is damned to fight for air and wait for the revelation. 

You close the cuff around his left ankle first. It matches the choker in style. Black leather with fur touching his skin and multiple layers of perfectly cute leather straps held together by silver eyelets. But they weren’t normal cuffs, they were part of one of your favourite constructions. You close the cuff around his right ankle and then it is already time for said construction to work its magic. 

You lift his legs with the help of it, forcing it into the view of Jungkook. 

He moans loudly, furrowing his brows in desperation. 

A spreader bar.

With a smirk on your lips you open his legs and Jungkook can listen in delight as the bar locks into place on the furthest apart setting. 

He feels the stretch it forces him to do. It doesn't hurt, but he still feels it. In his legs, his inner thighs especially. It feels warm and creeps down its teasing fingers until it reaches his cock and makes it twitch.

"Comfortable?" you make sure. 

"Yeah", he croaks. 

You prepared ropes on the bondage rings tonight. They were black of colour to match the overall aesthetic. You secure them on the outer rings of the spreader bar, making sure that the knot was tight and secure enough that if Jungkook began wiggling and fighting, his restraints wouldn’t open and accidentally drop his legs and hurt him. 

You secure them in a height which would make his legs bend by his knees just enough to make the constant stretch more comfortable. It also helps with giving better access to his ass and cock. Not that access is difficult in the first place. Jungkook is exposed. Oh he is exposed. He can’t hide, he can’t escape your looks and he especially can’t flee from your touches. There is one setting on the spreader bar which at least lets Jungkook hide away slightly by squeezing his knees together. But that is the first setting, this right here is as far as the bar can go and Jungkook can’t even wiggle his legs nor can he find secrecy by pressing his knees together. He is yours now. Your artwork to inspect. 

You take a step back and stay silent. You know Jungkook is affected by your silence, which is why you do it as you inspect his body. 

The soles of his feet are exposed to you. They are clean and look to be relaxed right now. His legs seem to be relaxed as well, using the well done support of the bondage ropes to find comfort. His cock and balls look so good in that position. You like how his balls blend into his cock, it fascinates you and makes you so happy to have him as your husband. He truly has the sexiest cock. 

You especially love how the chain on the cockring wanders down to his asshole. It digs into his skin in the position, reddening it slightly. 

It is also beyond fascinating just how tight and tiny his hole looks now that only a chain is filling it up. Now, you are aware that his insides are getting the stretch of their lifetime, but it is oh so arousing to know just how tight his rim will still be. While he might be stretched out inside, his sweet, little rim gets nothing. It turns you on so much. 

"Now you finally look like the sextoy you are", you break the silence, forcing a throb through his cock. 

Jungkook begins breathing heavily when he hears the clicking of your heels. It means you are coming closer again. 

The bed shakes beside his head. 

"Look at me." 

Jungkook obeys, moaning softly because of the view. You are sitting at the right edge of the bed, having chosen a position which exposes your ass to his eyes. The black lace has disappeared between your buttocks, giving view to your bared skin. The view is making him weak.

"Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?" you ask him.

"Yes please", he begs. 

"Well, first we have to get rid of your anal beads. Don’t we?" 

Jungkook mewls, staring at your ass. You are so sexy. Jungkook is so obsessed with the view.

"Then we have to test just how sensitive your prostate is. So I'll stick a vibe up your ass. Eyes on my face", you say and with the help of your riding crop you give his cheek a soft slap. 

Jungkook gasps and flinches, looking at you quickly. His eyes are widened cutely.

You keep the riding crop pressed against his cheek and continue talking.

"I'll stuff you with a vibe and we are going to test out just how sensitive you are. Right? We are going to test it out together, won’t we?" 

"Yes, my Queen", he croaks, fluttering his lashes at you. He is so turned on that he feels dizzy. It turns him on so much when you describe what you will do to him. He knows that you do it so he could say if he wants it or not, but it doesn’t matter to him. For him it feels as if you are jerking him off with nothing but your voice and words. 

"Very good", you caress his cheek, "and while we test it out, we have to test out something else too…", you trail off, gazing at his lips. 

You begin tracing them with the crop. 

"...we'll have to see if your tongue is any good."

Jungkook mewls, parting his lips. He could deepthroat that riding crop right here and now. You would just have to shove it down his throat as far as possible and Jungkook would suck it as if it was your strap. He is so hungry. So fucking horny.

"You may ask yourself how we will test it out, now that you are constrained like such a…" you falter, scrunching your nose up in feigned distaste, "...slut." 

His cock throbs. Yes he is. He is your slut. Jungkook agrees. He is such a slut. Just for you. He is your slutty sextoy. Your exposed, tied down, slutty sextoy. 

"But it will be easy", you say and smile, "I'll just sit on your face. I'm sure you can do that for me. Can you, toy?" 

"Yes my Queen", he rasps with his voice so terribly strained. 

Your face lights up in pride. 

"I am very happy to hear that. Oh, you are truly hardworking."

"T-thank you", he croaks, squirming. The praise feels as if you just sunk down on his cock. That’s how it makes him feel. As if you just stopped jerking him off to fuck him hard instead. His cock throbs the same way too, letting a few droplets of precum escape. 

"Now. Do you have any questions before we get started?" 

Jungkook gulps. 

"Come on, don’t be shy. Speak your mind, toy." 

"Can, can I…have a kiss?" 

You chuckle, "those are some high demands." 

Jungkook flutters his lashes at you cutely. 

"Fine", you give in, "you're so cute." 

You lean in for a kiss, cradling his cheek most lovingly in your palm. Jungkook is in heaven, kissing you back with his heart fluttering so intensely one could believe this right here was the first ever kiss you and him shared. But it’s not, he just loves you so much and your kisses are epic.

You pull back with a loving giggle, caressing his cheekbone. You keep closer for now, making Jungkook gaze at you with sparkly eyes. 

"Are you having fun, Bunny?" you ask him in a whisper.

"Yes, so much. You?" he whispers back.

"Me too, I’m having so much fun." 

He beams at you happily, scrunching his nose up.

"Now", you give his cheek a soft nudge, "let's get started. Are you ready to get unplugged, toy?" 

He mewls squeakily, carrying devastated arousal in his pretty eyes. 

"I'm sure you are. Mhm? It must be so uncomfortable to walk around oh so stuffed and filled up." 

Jungkook writhes. There you are again, railing him with just your words. 

"N-no." 

"No? And why is that?" 

"I'm a, a slutty toy." 

You chuckle, straightening up. 

"I see", you laugh, "now I feel bad for unplugging you." 

"It's okay my Queen." 

"Yes?" 

He nods his head, "I wanna be open for you." 

You tingle. While Jungkook feels totally fucked by just your words, you yourself feel oh so ruined by having him talk like this. He may not be inside of you right now, but hearing him talk about how happy he is to please you feels as if he was scrambling your insides with his cock. It makes walking in those heels difficult because all you want to do is fall to your knees while his cock is under you and you are on his lap, naked. 

"So you wanna be open for me?" you repeat, tracing his legs until you reach his sensitive crotch area.

Jungkook rolls his hips up and exhales shakily.  

"Why don’t we make it a little easier?" you suggest as you reach for a bottle of lube. You open it and let a gracious amount trickle all over his balls and ass. Goosebumps cover his skin at the sensation.

"Ah", Jungkook lets out, squirming his hips. 

"It's cold, I know. But it'll warm up real soon", you assure him, placing the bottle aside for now. 

You connect your gloved hands with his body, rubbing the lube all over his parts most sensitive. You make sure that some gets on his cock too, jerking it off slowly while your left fingers massage along the chain. 

"Fuck", he lets out in a whisper and a glance at his face lets you know that he was in heaven right now. His eyes are closed, his lips are parted. He looks so handsome when you touch him.

You connect your fingers with his rim and apply a little pressure. Jungkook's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He exhales with a sound rattling in his throat. 

"Are you nervous? I'm sure your poor, tight rim isn’t ready for the stretch at all", you taunt all while running your gloved hand up and down his veiny shaft. 

"I, I…" he resorts to sighing sweetly, rolling his head to the side. 

"Mhm. Don’t worry, I’m going to be careful", you say and insert your pointer finger into him.

His eyes open, his lower back lifts from the mattress. 

"Hhm", he lets out, retorting to squeaking out sounds afterwards. 

You are feeling him up, searching for the beads. You find them, tickling them with your fingertip.

"Found them", you say, pushing against them, "there they are. Oh? They shifted so far up. Can you feel that? Can you feel how deep your greedy asshole swallowed them?" 

Jungkook groans, closing his eyes after allowing them to roll back. 

"Oh, getting them out will be a task. It’s like you don’t even want to give them up", you taunt, pushing and probing against them until Jungkook wants to scream. 

You are right. He is tight. He is so, so tight. Your finger shouldn’t feel that thick right now, but it does. It feels oh so thick. Slick as well. Slick from the lube and the latex. That combination feels like fire on his skin.

"Fuck", he has to curse again, shuddering when you pull out. He clenches around nothing, aching for another feel of your finger. 

"Enough playing around. Let's see if we can help you get rid of that terrible burden", you say, twisting your finger in the chain to pull. 

"Oh, oh god", Jungkook tenses up.

"Relax, I can’t pull it out like that", you say, trying a second time. 

"Fuck, I'm trying", he says and exhales, relaxing his muscles as he does. 

"There we go, that’s better. Oh look at that, here comes the first one", you say and just as Jungkook feels that deep, deep stretch you twist your gloved hand around his cockhead. 

"A-ah", Jungkook croaks, clenching around the ball desperately. It heightens just how intensely he feels the stretch. 

A wet sound. Immense pressure. Then nothing. Jungkook shudders, croaking out a weak moan.

"Look at that", you rasp, chuckling tauntingly, "you were quite the fighter, but we are done. First one is out." 

He mewls. 

"Mhm, I know. Ready for the second one?" 

"So ready", he rasps, trying and failing to roll his hips up. 

The tug is rough but placed with care. Oh, you know exactly what you are doing. Jungkook is shuddering, trying and failing to buck his hips up. That spreader bar…it’s making wiggling around so difficult.

“Holy fuck”, he whispers. The toy feels so big.

“Not long anymore, don’t give up now toy”, you encourage him with a twist of your wrist.

Jungkook reacts in a shudder and an involuntary clench of his lower abs. The lubed up ball slips out of his ass, leaving him oh so empty.

“See? Easy”, your voice is saccharine, lulling Jungkook into the aching need to be good.

“Again my Queen”, he begs, “please wanna be so open.”

“I can see that you’re getting sluttier for me”, you taunt, rewarding his cock with a squeeze of your fingers. You run your thumb right along his frenulum when you begin tugging at the chain again.

Your eyes are locked on him. The lube is covering the chain oh so well, wet and glimmering in the lights. It is mesmerising just how it moves in his hole as you pull it out. How something so delicate houses just something so big. You can see it coming, feel it too as Jungkook begins throbbing in your hand again.

More and more his pink hole is stretching. More and more he opens up for you.

Jungkook’s breath hitches.

The ball slips out hastily, leaving behind a terribly sensitive looking hole and a shaking Jungkook.

“That’s it”, you rasp, placing the anal beads on the mattress, “now you are all empty.”

You feed his hole two of your fingers as a reward, scissoring them to get a good feel of how open he is for you.

“B-break”, he croaks.

“Break”, you repeat, retreating your hands instantly, “want to be let down too?”

“No just”, he takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut. Another deep breath then a curse, “I wanna fucking cum”, he whines.

You laugh, touching him instantly.

“Now that is not a reason to need a break, toy. Come now, I’ve taught you better than this”, you play with his cock in an almost punishing manner, torturing his hole with deep thrusts right out of your wrist, “you wanna cum? Then do a better job at holding back.”

“Fuck, you’re so cruel”, he keens, stretching his arms above his head for something to grip onto.

Something.

Please anything.

His fingers find nothing than the sticky fabric of the covers. They try to twist it as best as possible. It makes a tiny squeaking sound. It is almost inaudible in the room, nothing but background noise. After all, why would he concentrate on something as miniscule as fabric sounds now that the familiar buzzing of his favourite vibrator is making the air around him shake?

You watch how he twists more of the fabric, how his chest begins heaving up and down in almost ragged breaths, how his eyes seem to scrunch closed.

“You know that sound don’t you?” you ask him sweetly, touching his inner thigh with the toy. You draw slow circles on it, basking in all the goosebumps and shivers that elicits from him.

He nods his head vigorously, clenching around your digits.

“You also know what that means, don’t you?”

He nods his head again.

“Then tell me.”

“I, I can’t cum without your p-permission.”

Jungkook can’t see it, but your lips are curling into an almost menacing smile. Your eyes gain a certain fire to them. Dark and taunting. You lift your head just slightly, looking down at your eager toy with pride in your chest.

“Good job, he remembers the rules. Let’s see if he can actually obey them.”

You slip your fingers out only to replace them with the thick shaft of the vibrator. Jungkook’s hole swallows it up in one go.

“Holy fuck, my Queen you’re literally- fuck”, he gasps then moans and for the first time tonight he actually tugs on his restraints. With eager wiggles of his hips and jerks of his knees he is fighting them, making the bondage rings clatter.

“Oh? Look at you fighting” you laugh, “it seems your prostate is very sensitive.”

Jungkook answers you in a throaty moan. His fingers twist more of the fabric.

“That’s exactly how I like my toys”, you say and once you are sure that the toy will stay inside of him without slipping out, you step back.

For just a few seconds let him rest. Just for a little bit you watch him as he twitches and squirms and trembles. His thighs, thick from muscle, are shaking, fighting the restraints fruitlessly. His toes are tensing and wiggling each time he is trying to roll his ankles just to fail. His cock, oh his pretty cock, so red and swollen, throbs between his thighs, leaking stringy arousal which gets smeared all over his trimmed pubes and plumb balls.

He groans then. Loud and drawn out.

Click.

You turned the vibrator off for now, giving his body a break.

“Fuck, thank.”

“Don’t thank me too soon. This is only to make sure that you don’t disobey me. You’ll thank me now, but hate me later”, you say, rounding the bed.

You keep a safe grasp around your remote as you climb on top, calling Jungkook’s attention by touching his sweaty stomach.

He peels his heavy eyelids open, rolling his head to the side in order to look at you. His gaze is hazy, his lips can’t seem to close as shaky breaths swirl over his tongue.

“Ready for your other test?” you ask.

Jungkook fixes the position of his head so he would be resting on the back of it. He swallows, no, gulps. Then a tilt back, revealing his chiseled neck to your eyes.

“So ready”, he rasps, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Such a good toy”, you praise and turn the vibrations back on.

Jungkook gasps, furrows his brows, parts his lips. His conviction to impress you with his tongue is crumbling, all he wants to do is moan for you. But he can’t. He can hear you undress and watch you climb on top him.

He flutters his lashes at you, groaning when you trip all over his face now that you are right above him. It lands on his nose and parts of his cheeks. Hot and wet, seeping out your pussy like the sweetest nectar. Jungkook is trembling at the scent and the view. He really hit the jackpot, didn’t he?

“Like the view?” you taunt, wiggling your hips.

“Yeah”, he croaks.

You place your hands on his stomach for support.

“Then get useful.”

You sit down on him, smothering him with your cunt so deeply Jungkook can do nothing more than groan and mewl. He is struggling for a few moments, trying to find a rhythm. His lips are eager to suck and kiss while his tongue is oh so greedy for a taste. It is a messy battle. One that his eager tongue wins in the end. With fast flicks and hungry curls it feasts on your pussy.

“Good, very good, toy”, you praise, “make your hands useful too.”

Almost clumsily he grips you, no, gropes you. Your legs first then up to your hips, your waist and down your legs again. His touch is strong. His fingers have one sole goal, digging themselves into your soft flesh as deeply as possible. You want him to be useful? He will. He will be so fucking useful that you will feel his touch even hours after he stopped giving it to you.

You make it harder then by swallowing his cock in its entirety.

Jungkook rips his eyes open, mewls into you. He can’t. Breathe. Function. Think. Exist. You decide. It is all of them. Jungkook is feeling weak. Having his cock down your throat was his defeat.

“Toy”, your harsh voice tugs him back, “keep that tongue moving will you?”

Jungkook whimpers, squeezing tears out of his glassy eyes. He tries to move again, curl it against your entrance, lick your folds, grind it against your clit. He hasn’t even noticed that he stopped, not when you fucked his cock so good and not when his prostate is close to bursting from the vibrations.

He hopes with the painful mewl he lets out that you’ll know.

I’m going to fucking cum.

He hopes you’ll know. He is literally begging for it.

Please, just one break.

Jungkook whimpers, pressing your pussy closer while his temples are getting wet from his streaming tears.

Please, I don’t want to disobey you.

Your throat closes around his cockhead. Hard and tight.

Jungkook actually scratches down your lower back and buttocks, leaving behind a burning sensation.

Click.

The pain is fiery. He was so close that getting his high denied feels like torture right now. Just one second earlier and he would have thanked you. Now? Now he is left fighting the spreader bar while his cock is throbbing in fresh air and his hole is clenching desperately.

You lift your pussy from his face, wanting to give him a moment of air. Jungkook however, pulls you right back, sobbing into you while his mouth is frenching your cunt. This is his prayer for mercy, his way of trying to convince you to please start the vibrator again. Snotty, teary-eyed and covered in your juices he is begging for more even if seconds earlier he begged for less of it.

“You’re fucking amazing”, you press out and moan loudly. Your thumb grazes the power button on the remote. One gentle push and the soft buzz of the vibrator is ringing in the air. Jungkook moans into your pussy, pressing you closer. His arms are wrapped around you, caging in your thighs, which gives you the perfect feel of his thick muscles flexing and relaxing as he is giving you the best tongue fuck ever. His hands, clammy and hot are resting on your lower back, fingertips tickling the beginning of your ass while every so often tensing enough that you can feel his nails scratch over your skin. 

“That’s it, keep going. Just keep going”, you encourage him, taking him back inside your wet mouth.

You weren’t actually planning on sucking him off, but sitting so on top of your favourite throne made you want to give him the best and sloppiest blowjob he has ever gotten. He just looks way too good when he is so exposed in that perfect spreader bar.

You sink down on him, gagging not because you have to but because you want to. And because gagging makes you drool oh so much around him that it runs all over his dark pubes and swollen balls and that sight is one to get addicted to.

With your gloved fingers wrapped around the base of his hard cock, you stick your tongue out just to let the spit trip all over him. Wet and stringy it webs itself all around his pink cockhead before winding down his veiny shaft.

“So fucking messy”, you growl, “you’re looking like such a slut.”

Jungkook fucking mewls underneath you, sucking on your pussy with such eagerness on could believe he wanted to swallow you whole.

Click.

The vibrations stop. His sucking stops, replaced by trembling lips and a faltering tongue.

You watch with sparkling eyes as his cock throbs and how his precum joins your saliva. Now you have him where you want him. Fucking soiled by both of your juices. Wet and ready for another taste. You gather the slip with your fingers and begin jerking off his shaft. The latex glides over his skin easily, covered oh so prettily in your spit and his desperation.

Click.

Jungkook’s entire body jerks underneath you, his nails leave deep scratches down your lower back, his lips quiver before taking on their rhythm again.

To make matters even more difficult for him, you take his weeping cockhead back into your mouth, sucking on it until your cheeks are falling in. Your hand obviously still jerks of his pulsating shaft, going in synch with the bops of your head.

This is it. This is the kind of sloppy blowjob your perfect sextoy deserves. All of your skills and tricks. Jungkook may know just how well you can suck his cock, but that doesn’t mean that you always dish out your entire skills whenever you go down on him. No, the entire range is reserved for special nights, the kind of nights which you want to stay as the wettest memories in his mind. The kind of memories which will whisper to him, haunt him, torture him in the most inappropriate situations until he can’t take it anymore and the only relief he can find is right between your legs.

Tonight is such a night. It may have started off as a boring Plus One dinner situation, but that doesn’t mean that it has to end that way. After all, having to spend oh so many hours next to Jungkook is his tailored suit with his hair perfectly styled and his neck smelling of his cologne has left you so fucking needy that you want to scream. The dinner may have been boring, but Jungkook still looked so attractive handling all those difficult business decisions and maybe that is also why you secretly love being his Plus One to such evenings. Because Jungkook is hot when he works and he is even hotter when you can get him all worked up in his business clothes.

“Fucking shit”, you groan, breaking away from his throbbing cock now that you have to throw your head back, “Jungkook you fucking slut, urgh fuck”, you growl, squeezing your eyes shut.

With eager madness in your grip you jerk him off. It should motivate him to keep going, but makes him twitch oh so desperately. His voice sounds broken, vibrating against your pussy. He is sucking on your clit, drowning in your taste. 

"Yes fuck", you groan, grinding back into him, "you're such a good toy. Fuck. Now." 

Jungkook expected you to cum, however he didn’t expect you to squirt all over his face. He isn’t complaining, on the contrary, he is weeping in gratefulness, licking and kissing your weeping cunt until even the last of your deep trembles have shook your entire body.

He is aching because despite just how out of control you seemed, you remembered to turn off the vibrator, knowing very well that having you orgasm is one of the biggest triggers for him. So Jungkook is left burning up in desperation as you cum all over his face while he is dancing on the edge.

You roll off of him after your high, turning quickly just to twist his soaked hair.

“You perfect, fucking toy”, your voice sounds demonic, your pupils are blow out racing over his wet features, “look at you. You look like such a slut.”

Jungkook gasps for air, feeling dizzy from the tug.

You lift the remote into his field of vision and make him watch as you turn the vibrator on again.

“Ah”, he lets out.

Higher. Jungkook watches in both panic and gratefulness as you turn the vibrator on the second setting.

The third.

The fourth.

“Oh- oh, oh, oh, please”, he squeaks out.

His face is contorting into a grimace of total desperation. The rings are creaking and groaning now that his legs are wiggling oh so much.

“I want you to cum. Now.”

Jungkook rips his mouth open and cums.

You feel it on your face because Jungkook manages to shoot his cum so far up, it not only covers his entire sweaty torso but your face and collarbones as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck”, the chant is endless, becoming more and more pitiful when that sweet fire of pleasure turns into the clawing fire of overstimulation, “fuck, oh fuck, fuck, ah, ah, fuck, ah”, he is squeaking, sounding helpless.

“Again”, you growl, wrapping your hand around his cock while twisting his hair, “you slut are going to cum until you're milked dry.”

Jungkook chokes on his sob, managing to spill his drool all over his chin like a messy toy. It is the best view you have ever had the honour to look at.

One twist of your gloved hand around his blush cockhead and Jungkook does what he is meant to do.

Orgasm.

Hard and long.

He drools, shakes, cries. Words? They don’t exist in his vocabulary anymore. He is dumb, stupid, brainless right now. Nothing but a vessel for cum and the enjoyment you gain out of seeing him suffer.

And so it happens that Jungkook orgasms a third time with a broken wail of your name and his fingernails almost breaking through the fabric of the covers. And so it happens that you jerk him off and let his prostate throb against the harsh vibrations until his cock stops leaking his creamy cum and in return leaks the translucent goodness of too much stimulation. It covers most of his lower stomach, but reaches far up to his collarbones as well.

“Yes”, you growl.

"Pleasnfneplease", Jungkook is weeping like a little boy, shaking uncontrollably until finally – oh fucking finally – you stop the vibrations.

"Holy fuck!" he yelps, hitting the mattress with his head, "fuck, fuck. Fuck."

A deep groan follows, his arms slack against the sheets, his fingers lose their grip.

"There we go", you soothe him, "now you're all done."

You set his cock down gently, soothing him by running your hands right through the mess he made on his torso.

“Take a deep breath”, you tell him, knowing very well that Jungkook is currently forgetting to breathe.

He does so sparsely, convulsing in a tremor of his body.

“Can you talk to me?” you speak to him slowly, smoothing through his hair.

“Barely”, he croaks.

“That’s fine, can you listen?”

“Yeah.”

“Try to keep breathing and relax. I will first take out the vibe and then undo the restraints. I’ll go slow so don’t worry.”

He nods his head, fluttering his closed eyelids.

You work slowly and carefully. You may have acted like the cruel Queen during the play, but once those roles drop you want to make sure that he can come down as safely as possible. Because tonight was a special night and special nights leave Jungkook so deep in subspace that going anything but slow would seriously mess him up.

You speak to him softly as you place his legs down, running your hands along them until he knows that he is safe and sound and that he is allowed to move if he feels the need to do so. He does. He just kind of stretches them out before letting them plop down and therefore tangle over the edge of the bed.

After taking off your gloves it is time to clean him up. Jungkook needs to feel your real, unaltered touch in order to come back safely. The gloves would only be counterproductive right now. He needs your hands and soft palms and you are so happy to give them to him as you wipe down the mess he made.

The last step of getting him back safely is running your fingers through his hair until he finally feels ready enough to open his eyes.

And like always after a special night those eyes are filled with tears and immense love. You exchange a fond smile and then like always you cup his cheek.

“How are you doing?”

“Safe”, he whispers.

“You are”, you promise him, caressing his cheekbone, “you know that you did amazing right now, don’t you?”

He nods his head, blushing.

“Good boy”, you praise, kissing his sweaty forehead, “now, tell me. Any aches I haven’t taken care of yet? Something else you need?”

“Nothing hurts”, he assures you and sighs, “holy fuck, thank you. This was amazing."

You smile, “I had so much fun too.”

“Mommy”, he reaches for your hand.

“Yes, Bunny?”

“Can we take a bath together, please?”

“Of course, everything my Bunny needs.”

You wrap him in his aftercare bathrobe, guiding him to the bathroom while he is hugging you with wobbly knees. The bath is prepared quickly and just moments later Jungkook is sitting between your legs while you rub shampoo into his hair and kiss his neck until the water turns cold. You help him dry off and blow dry his hair for him, keeping it fluffy and messy which earns him one big smooch on his lips. 

Then you feed him a few nuts to gain back a little bit of energy and share two bottles of water with him and after brushing your teeth together it is finally time for Jungkook to find his safe sleeping space in your arms.

You are matching. Linen pyjamas with long pants but short sleeved shirts. Jungkook is currently nestled into your chest, inhaling the scent of you while you comb your fingers through his soft hair.

His thumb is playing with his wedding ring mindlessly, twirling it on his ring finger. He looks at it for a second, smiling, then he snuggles into you, closing his eyes in the process.

He falls asleep after whispering an “I love you” to you and listening to you answering him with a hushed “I love you too, so much”.​​

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Captain Soldier, Part 7

Summary:  You just need Steve to comfort you

Parings:  Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, degradation, breeding kink, mentions of a gang bang, implied cockwarming, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

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“Fine,” you deadpan, looking amongst the Boys, Ben, Bucky, and Steve.  This was the best plan that they could come up with, and it was stupid.  So stupid, but in the words of Steve and Soldier Boy Ben, this was the best way to keep you safe.  It didn’t matter.  None of it actually mattered anymore.  “Just use me, and a fake pregnancy as bait.”

“Are we for sure I didn’t fuck a baby in you?  I mean, Princess, you were screaming on my cock, and had my cum leaking out of you for days.  Super soldier sperm has got to be pretty potent,” Ben smiles at you.  His face said different things than his words.  There was a sweetness to his face, but was it because you wanted there to be?  Were you struggling that hard to believe that the soldier you had fallen for was in fact a prick?  

Could you even handle that degrading talk?  I mean…you could, you just needed him to realize that he would need to respect you in front of people.  His words made you weak, and whine his name.  But he needed to understand there was a time and place that he was allowed to talk to you like that.

You know you are being dramatic, but you needed a breather.  Everything seemed to be happening so fast, and you couldn’t keep up.  Steve was here, and you wanted a moment alone with him.  He was right there, and you were needy for him.  He came back looking even more attractive than when he left.  He had no right to come back with a filthy super suit, and arms that looked like they could choke the life out of you, and then hold gently as you come down from your high.  

You take a staggering breath, and stand to leave the group.  Bucky was being ridiculously sweet, but you couldn’t handle petting someone right now.  Ben was ready to devour you, but you didn’t need something that hard.  Was that why this odd pairing would work?  Were you that needy that you could have a group of men that would give you the type of sex you needed at that moment.  

“Fine, decide my fate for me,” you proclaim, leaving the group and going into a room by yourself.  You knew it wouldn’t be long.  Steve was extremely intuitive of your needs.  

Soldier Boy moves to stand right along with you, but Bucky shoves him back down on the chair, “What the fuck?”

“Stay here,” he growls at the man, while Steve slowly walks after you.  

“No, now…I’m the one that’s been fucking her, she needs me.”

“She doesn’t need to be fucked right now.  She needs a moment to be praised and worshiped,” Butcher looks between the two of the super soldiers, opening his mouth, before placing a finger over his nose in thought.

“This brood got a golden cunt or something?  She’s got all three of you geezers eating out of the palm of her hand like some fucking sex goddess.  Her stamina must be one that needs to be studied.”

“She gets off on overstimulating pleasure,” Soldier Boy shrugs his shoulders.  “And yes, it’s the sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted.  God, I want all her fuckign whore holes filled with super soldier cock.  She gets so fucking needy.  That hungry little cunt…mmm, yeah, juiciest peach I ever tasted.”

“Could you…keep that talk in the bedroom,” Bucky demands, glaring at him.  And when Soldier Boy stands to walk where you were, Bucky puts his cybernetic hand around his throat.  “At ease, Soldier.  I told you to let them be.”

“You going to let him fuck our girl without us?”

“You see, if you want this to work, you’ve got to realize she can’t have us at all times.  Steve is tending to her needs.  He is who she needs right now.  You are overwhelming her, and…she’s not in the right mind frame for me.”

“You blokes are a bunch of crazy ass mother fuckers.  Sharing a fucking cunt like that?” When Soldier Boy and Bucky turn and look towards Butcher, he throws his hands up in surrender.  “My apologies.  Share the twat all you want.  Leave your squabbles out of the group.  Turn on a TV or something.  I have a feeling we’re going to be hearing from them.”

Steve walks into the makeshift bedroom, finding you playing with your hair, and staring out into space.  His only goal now was to keep you safe.  Something he should have done two years ago.  He never should have left you.  You were feeling guilty for being with someone else, and he wasn’t even mad.  “Princess?”

“I don’t wanna talk Steve,” you look up at him through your lashes.  Your pupils were a dark sea of lust.  Biting at your lip, you look over the thick body of the new Steve.  He was sexier now than when he left.  His ruggedness turned you on more than you care to admit.  Looking at his solid suit, you remember the times he made you ride his thigh before missions.  Leaving your slick coated on the material.  

“Princess, you need…”

“I need to feel you.  Make me remember how much you love me,” standing up, your fingers expertly start removing his suit.  It wasn’t something you hadn’t done before.  And when his broad chest springs free, you marvel at the beauty of this man. Kissing up his pillowy pecs, while gazing up at him.  Your hand lays gently over his heart, and you sigh at the feeling of his steady rhythm.  

“I need you, Steve,” he clears his throat, and you give him a wicked smile, “I need you, daddy,” grabbing at your legs, Steve has you laid out on the bed quickly.  His hands desperately pulling off your clothes, sighing when he sees the wet flesh in between your legs.  “Did you wait on me?” You give him your innocently little pout, and he nods his head.

You wanted to be sad that you weren’t faithful, “No one will ever compare to you, my beautiful sweet Princess,” pulling down his pants, his cock springs free, and you whimper at the sight of beads of precum at his tip.  “Are you sure that IUD is still in there?”

“It better fucking be,” Steve chuckles, crawling over top of you.  His cock was warm and heavy on your thigh, and he lines it up.  You didn’t want to wait.  “Steve, just…” in one thrust he has his cock planted balls deep in your cunt.  Hitching his hips, he pulls himself out, and only the tip remains.  Your pussy attempts to suck him back in while you whine up at him.  “Daddy!  Please, daddy, I need it.”

“I know you do,” Steve pets around your face gently, but he stabs himself back into you with a harsh force.  You let out a desperate moan, and cling to his arms.  “You take me so well.  Love to be full of me.  Remember the first time?  I had to basically make it fit.  You had these pretty little tears coasting down your face, but you let my fat cock stretch you out wide.  This pussy was made for me, huh?”

“Yeah!  Daddy, go harder!” His hips piston in you, and you can feel yourself melting.  Becoming completely pliant for his motions.  Fingernails dig into his thick arms when he starts pounding you into the bed.  You were always his cockslut.  So easily folded at the power of Steve Rogers.  

Steve looks down at where the two of you connect, watching your cunt swallow him balls deep, and the severe stretch.  It was like he was turning you inside out.  You walls were clinging to him.  Your pussy was a sight to behold.  It didn’t matter how big, she took it.  Didn’t matter if you whined, Steve would make it fit.  

Spreading out your thighs he pushes them against the bed, and pounds even harder.  Your neglected clit was begging for attention, but your pussy was still quivering around him.  His cock coated in your cream, and you were already zoning out.  It was so easy to fuck you dumb.  Get you out of your head, so you could actually rest.  

“Look at this greedy little cunt.  She’s already came twice, and she’s begging for more.  Doesn’t even want to let me go.  Sucking me back in every fucking time.  She’s such a good girl, just like you.  There, there, Princess. Let daddy Steve take care of you.  Take care of everything.”

There was not much more that Steve loved than to watch your body bounce around with his motions.  Your tits rippling with every stab into you.  Your head starts to drift to the side, and you bite at your lip.  You had him in a vice grip.  Clenching around his length so hard.  Screaming out his name as your eyes roll in the back of his head.  It hadn’t quite been long enough, but Steve couldn’t take it.  Couldn’t handle the pulsing of your walls around him as you try to milk him dry.

He spurts deep into you core, but keeps fucking you.  Watching as he pulls out of your cunt, only for it to be shoved back in.  Making grabby hands up at him, but he couldn’t stop.  Couldn’t stop staring at how well your cunt still squeezed him so tight.  How you accommodated every girthy inch of his thick cock.  

Pulling his cock out of you, a bit more cum pushes out of his tip, and he shoves it back in.  “Leaving none to waste, my darling.  There, there,” his thick hand soothingly rubs over your face.  “Daddy is gonna take good care of you.  Come here,” sitting on the bed, he pulls you over into his lap, cradling you in his arms.

“Daddy, I feel empty.”

“I know, sweet girl,” still holding you tight against his chest, his pushes three fingers into your waiting and ruined cunt, and you moan at the feeling.  “You want Bucky to come and lick you clean like the good pup he is?  Or you just want me right now?”

“Just you,” you pout up at him, and Steve leans over to kiss you on your forehead.  “You think we can stop Homelander?”

“I think you need sleep.  Let’s not worry about him right now.  Can you not cockwarm Bucky while you sleep?  That way you can wake up to him thrusting into you like a needy little pup?” Whimpering up at him, you nod your head.  “Okay, get some sleep.  Once you have those sweet little dreams, we’ll let Bucky’s cock keep you filled okay?”

“Okay.  I love you,” your eyes misty, shine up at him, and he leans to kiss from your forehead down to your pouty mouth, whispering just how much he loves you.

“We’re going to keep you safe, and then we’ll see if you can really handle super soldier cock.  I know you can.  You’re such a good girl who always takes what she’s given.  But get some sleep.  You’re going to be very busy, Princess,” his fingers wiggle around in your cunt a moment.  Digging around, until he finds what he was looking for, “It’s still there.  We’ll have some fun before we take it out.  I would love to see you bred like a little bitch dog.  Have that swollen cunt ready to take all our cocks.  We just fuck you full of cum, and may the best man win.  Have you so big and round with one of our babies.  Don’t you want that?” You give him a head nod as you slowly drift to sleep.  

Steve’s fingers were right on the strings.  It wouldn’t take much to pull that contraption out of you.  But the idea of enjoying all your holes filled, and you just a pile of mush on the bed while they used you like their little sex doll made him leave it in you.  What the others would do with it, wasn’t his concern, but fuck the visions he had of your makeup destroyed while you look back at them destroying your holes.  You could take it.  Or at least, they wouldn’t stop until they had you stretched over all of them.  Stuffed full and ready to breed.  

Taking his fingers out of your ruined hole, he moves them to your mouth, where you suckle on them like a little baby.  His thick cum spilling out over your mouth, you seriously were the perfectly needy sex baby.  Desperate and hungry for cock.  Thick and veiny super soldier cock, and they were all happy to oblige.  Happy to give you whatever it was you needed.  And right now, you need to keep Bucky warm.  You always slept better when you had a cock inside of you.  You needed sleep.  Needed peace.

“Buck!” He smiles, laying you on the bed.  It was a shame he didn’t get to see you choking Bucky while you fucked him.  But in time.  All in good time.  And it would be worth the wait.

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[bitchkay]

i need to know what your dia headcanons are bc for the life of me i can’t place what he’d be like 😐 all i know is there’s no way he’s done it before lmao

Cumming Coming right up😁

NSFW headcanons for court of darkness~

Rating: Explicit(18+ mdni)

Dia is a little shit.

After his Relentless Dreams of Desire I am to come to the conclusion that Dia is a playful tease.

This little bitc--

How dare you be that beautiful and malicious at the same time🤨

Dia finds joy in your flustered expression

He enjoys toying with you for entertainment.

Fucker

He's so mean😥

I love him.

He got a big ass mouth on him for someone that's 5 foot 7🤨🤨 *me also being 5'7*

He definitely gets blushy when put on the spot.

Dia is horribly stubborn and unless proven stupid, once he has his heart set on something or he considers something set in stone, he won't change his mind easily 

This also applies to you, and ends up being healthily clingy

Not really a person to 'mark his territory' but the hickey on your upper neck begs to differ

He swears it was an accident it wasn't

I feel like Dia ends up being addicted to your body once you get intimate

He genuinely can't get enough of you, you're like crack

Dia is very surprisingly tantalizing😳

When you look at Dia, seductive would not be the word you'd use to describe him right off the bat

But once you've shattered the ice barrier around his heart he's a fucking menace

Thin fingers softly caressing every inch of exposed skin as it's revealed to his eyes, pulling away the fabric barrier between two bodies

"If you do not say no… then I won't stop."

You'd never believe he was a virgin- LMFAOO--

But fr tho, I feel like no one at the academy is a virgin, consort, side character in all but Dia doesn't leave his room.

Dia one of them mfs that's like, logically, rationally, realistically, there's no way he's ever had sex, but if he wasn't a virgin I'd be like yea that make sense

Is that coherent???

Lemme get to his mischief ending first cus some of these mfs know they way around the bedroom a little too well🤨🤨

Honestly confidence is key cus Dia hasn't a clue what he's doing but he'll act like he does LOL

Going off you're reactions, see what you like/don't like

He wants you to vocalize your desires not just because he's teasing and wants to see you blush and get embarrassed but also cus he wants you to guide him without actually telling you to guide him

"Say it… lest you want me to stop, tell me exactly what it is you want."

Show no sign of weakness.

Once he's in the groove with things he just kinda does what feels natural to him

However he's not cute uwu mushroom boy with sharp tongue he's had us all fooled to be

Dia's fucking merciless.

This little bitc--

Delving into what was once unknown territory, he won't allow your body to rest

"Oh… this spot brings you pleasure~?"

Fucker.

He learned about your clit and went demon mode.

Finds your erogenous zones fast and pastes them to memory

He loves your ass.

He loves your ass.

He gripping and kneading your cheeks anyway he can, whenever he can

I'd say Dia has a good 7 inches of dick, average girth

It's a good dick, a very good dick😌

It's sensitive.

Loses every little ounce of composure he ever had when you suck his dick- LMFAOO--

he got a little overwhelmed sorry

"Don't- that's-... ugh~ you're so good at that~"

Ok tough guy where'd all the confidence go😇😇

Gets 'revenge' when he makes you cum afterwards.

"If you would prefer I be gentle with you, say so quickly."

He likes it when you comb your fingers through his hair

Idk it just does something to him when you run your fingers through his scalp

pulling his hair into a ponytail when he eats you out👀👀

Genuinely becomes a pussy addict.

He really can't get enough of you

You just feel so damn good inside, so warm, pillowy and wet, and you hold him so good, did he get you this turned on?

Your pussy's also like nothing he's ever tasted on his tongue before, so sweet, savory, he can stay here between your legs forever

"Mm more… yes.. that's it~"

You really got him obsessed with you

You're like a drug

And he likes being an addict.

Dia's also a sagittarius and idk that very sexy of him😩😩 /hj

#dia akedia #court of darkness #headcanons #tw smut #voltage inc #smut #18+ minors dni #Kay answers

[gens1n]

bad birthday decisions pt 4 (ft. thoma)

pairing thoma x reader

genre smut

song inspo mine - love mansuy

synopsis with childe out of the picture, would you finally give thoma a chance?

word count 1.9k

content warning mentions of sex, angry shower sex

author’s note word vomit from my 2am brain. my apologies to #TeamChilde, if there’s any left LMAO

the cold shower dripping down your skin evaporized into warm steam from your current heated session with thoma. he had you pressed against the translucent glass wall, hands gripping your waist tight as he pounded the life out of you, continuing the session from earlier. he could sense your legs almost giving out from the numerous session you'd went through tonight, thus bracing himself to catch your body should your legs fail yourself. how many times have you come tonight? you lost count already, mind hazy from the way thoma was angry fucking you.

from outside, your boobs could be seen pressed against the glass wall, while your palms hopelessly held onto the slippery surface for dear life. your moans came out hoarse and incoherent, mind no longer thinking straight as thoma continued using your body as he pleased. you couldn't form any meaningful sentence anymore, mind foggy and completely fucked out from the numerous times you'd come down from your high tonight.

instead, it seemed to be thoma's turn to be talkative. he had been angrily muttering to himself since the past 15 minutes, mouth never running out of curses to throw at his brother while his body conveyed his suppressed anger, thrusting harder into you, not even bothering to angle his hip right as he kept his pace rough, forcing you to take him full.

 "bastard.’’

 "what do you even see in him, y/n?"

 "would've punched his face if he wasn't my darned brother."

 "shouldn't have let him near you."

 "why do you like him that much?"

 "what does he have that i don't?"

 "does he fuck you better than i do? is that it?"

 "he's not serious about you!"

 "fuck it y/n, when will you see that?"

 ‘’i can do better than him, just give me a chance, y/n."

 with each passing minute, he grew angrier and angrier, his hip ruthlessly abusing your cunt, eager to have his sweet release. he watched as your pussy greedily sucked him in, how his dick was buried so deep inside you as he slammed it into you over and over again. oh, how the sight of your ass trembled at the rough slap of his hand, painting your skin a faint pink blush, the action had you convulsing for a quick second.

 leaning in to groan in your ear, he further babbled, voice raspy with lust as he continued his attempt at influencing your cloudy thoughts in the midst of the . "that fucker doesn't give two shit about you, oh my god. when will you see it?"

 he proceeded to lower one hand down to your crotch, fingers sensually rubbing and toying with your clit, earning a sigh of pleasure from you. "this pussy? mine. only I get to come inside this tight cunt from now on. you hear me? only me."

 while he loved the way your body just melt into him, the lack of verbal responses made him unhappy. gripping your chin, he forced your head towards his, voice dangerously low as he questioned you, his other hand harshly gripped your waist, keeping you in place as he slowed his pace down to hear your answer.

 "answer me when i'm talking to you. is this pussy mine?"

 your fucked out self somehow managed to uttered a weak 'yes', satisfying the ginger haired boy.

 "am i the only one who get to fill this pussy up? fill you to the brim with my cum?"

 "ye- ah, ah... yes! only you!"

 "good," thoma praised, pleased to hear your answer, before picking up on his speed again, slamming your core even harder this time. his cock fit so snugly inside you, like your cunt was made only for him to fill with his creamy cum. you could feel the knot building up in your stomach, as thoma sensed that you were close too, from the way your pussy clenched and gripped his dick even tighter, causing the man to let out one last growl.

"forget," thrust.

"that," thrust.

"bastard!" thrust.

with one last ram, he came together with you as he moaned your name, once again dumping his massive warm load into you. thoma gave several weak thrusts after, trying to milk out some more cum from his cock. he stilled soon after and rested his forehead on your wet hair, taking deep breaths to inhale your scent, letting the shower wash away all traces of your dirty act tonight.

your legs were still shaking from the climax, to which thoma supported by wrapping his arms around your waist, worried that you might slip and hurt yourself trying to stay standing up. he was still buried deep inside you, indulging in the way your warm walls welcomed him - which was why he was reluctant to pull out just yet, wanting to savour the sweet pleasure your pussy has to offer him.

"fuck, that was amazing... you did great for me," he paused to give your nape a soft kiss, "so so great."

when he was met with silence, thoma took a closer look at your seemingly numb self. stroking your damp hair away from your tired face, he murmured a small ‘’what’s wrong?’’ as his brows contorted in concern. his warm action instantly had you tearing up seconds later, all emotions rushing in and overwhelming you. you let it all out, ugly sobbing in front of thoma, your heart pained from the realisation that childe was just using you, he never had the slightest interest in you. it was your fault for ignoring the red flags, so who else is there to blame for your own mistakes, really?

thoma sighed at this miserable sight of you. his heart dropped, partially blaming himself for your current demise. had he not asked childe to stay back earlier, you probably wouldn’t be in this pathetic state. but then again, a small, selfish part of him was glad he did so, the heartbreak his brother gave you should be the ultimatum for you to finally see childe for who he really is, right?

or maybe not. whatever. thoma didn’t dare to break his own heart thinking about the possibility of you not reciprocating his feelings. as much as it tugged at his heartstring to see your eyes glimmer with excitement at childe whenever he’s around, it wasn’t the right time to make it about himself. no, not right now.

he’ll worry about his feelings later.

pushing the depressing thoughts to the back of his mind, thoma turned of the shower and took a peek at the bathtub that had long been ignored minutes ago. he slowly pulled out of you, immediately missing the feeling of your warm core clinging onto his length.

"let's have you rest in the tub now."

you didn't have any energy left in you to utter a reply, so you continued sobbing as he picked you up bridal style, carrying you and placing you inside the bathtub gently, taking careful steps to avoid slipping on the restroom tiles.

the warm water instantly relaxed your tense muscles, but your chest still tightened in pain as your strong facade gradually faltered. hugging your knees close as you sobbed into your arms, you felt comfortable showing your vulnerability in front of thoma, knowing he wouldn’t judge you for it. reminiscing over tonight’s events, you wondered if you deserved the way childe treated you. was it on you? you knew he was a major red flag, yet you willingly let your guards down for him, only to be used and discarded as soon as he had his share of fun. maybe you were to blame after all.

you felt thoma slipping in the bathtub behind you, his long legs sprawled on either side of you. pursing his lips nervously, he stared at the back of your head and waited patiently as you bawled your eyes out, his fingers mindlessly untangling your messy hair. once he was done with that, he moved on to massage your hickey-filled shoulders, helping you calm down and relax even more. he didn't utter another word, he didn't need to. he just hoped his presence was enough to bring you comfort.

and it did. after what seemed like another long 10 minutes, you had finally calmed down, though you still let out hiccups and weak sniffles. face damp and eyes red from crying, though your damp hair was finally smoothened out, you still felt and looked like a mess. leaning back against thoma's chest, you took a long, deep breath, and let it out slowly. he then loosely wrapped his arms around your waist, silently admiring how your body seemed to fit perfectly in his arms.

"feel better?"

"a bit."

he hummed, relieved to see you finally calm again as you both sat in silence for the next few minutes, before an idea suddenly popped up in his mind. grabbing a small duck floatie next to your bathtub, thoma let it float in front of you. 

"guess it's name," he asked.

"i'm bad at guessing."

"just try."

"uh... ugly duckling?"

"wrong."

"donald duck?’’

"also wrong."

"then what is it?"

"you won't believe me..." he looked into your eyes expectantly. 

"well...?" you urged, bracing yourself for whatever he had to say.

"he's christopher columbus," thoma answered smugly, already expecting the puzzled look on your face.

"...what?"

"look here," he played with the floatie again, "he set sail on a voyage, throughout shiny days and stormy nights..." he splashed it through the water to mimic a storm.

"...until he finally discovered the land of dreams. the treasure of lifetime!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

"and that treasure is..?" you urged him to continue.

"aha, good question. the treasure is... right here," he muttered as he placed the floatie in between your boobs, not missing the chance to brush his fingers along the curve of your breast.

you giggled, splashing some water onto his face. "you're an idiot."

"only for you," thoma sheepishly replied.

"no, i mean you're a literal dummy. hasn't it been debunked that he's not the first to discover america?"

"what are you, the encyclopedia?" thoma retorted, to which he earned another chuckle from you. god, he's in love with the way you laugh, especially when he knew it was him making you do so.

"just making sure you're getting your facts right."

"now i can't make jokes without a professor with a pHd in US history lecturing me? oh alright," thoma playfully rolled his eyes at you.

"though, if you let me... then i'll colonise this piece of land," he added, placing the duck floatie on your left chest this time.

"what, my left titty?"

"yes, and no. depends on how horny i am. but for now, i mean your heart," thoma jokingly answered, earning an unbelievable puff from you.

"out of all the pickup lines you could've made, you went with that?"

"i thought it's pretty funny."

"that's pretty telling, coming from you," you slyly added, giggling at the way his eyes squint at you.

"okay, what's that supposed to mean?"

you spend the rest of the night trying to outdo each other's shitty pickup line.

thoma wasn’t sure if you would look at him differently after tonight. but he was willing to wait, ready to give it a try with you. only question left is, would you let him?

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author’s note what am i doing... venturing into angst when it’s not my expertise T.T but Team Thoma we finally won ahhh <3 let me know what you think of this last chapter! thanks for the support on my first series, I’ll see you in my future work! :)

#thoma x reader #thoma x y/n #thoma x you #thoma genshin #thoma genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin headcanons #thoma smut #childe x reader #childe x you #childe x y/n #thoma imagines #childe imagines #childe genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact thoma #bad birthday decisions

[the-iceni-bitch]

Catch that Buzz

Pairing: Drug Lord!Thor x fem!Reader, and a little surprise crime boss!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x crime boss!Bucky Barnes

Words: ~10.8k (yikers)

Summary: You’re the queen to Miami’s biggest drug lord. He’s got the market on lock but is looking to expand, hopefully with some help from some potential friends from Brooklyn. But he’d never get any of it done without you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, f and m receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, titty worship, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex pollen vibes, mentions of anal sex and tit fucking, tattoo kink, little bit of a knife kink, violence kink, minor praise kink), heavy drug use, slightly above canon level violence,  possessive Thor, hints of dark things to come, SMUT!!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!!

A/N: I went all out for this one guys, taking a little page out of @stargazingfangirl18‘s playbook by having absolutely no chill when it comes to mob AUs! This 100% got away from me and has a mind of it’s own. I did not at all plan on having any Stucky action but I couldn’t help it! This is gonna be a big ass series with appearances from all our faves and a variety of readers and I cannot even tell you how excited I am about it. Big fucking shout out to @cockslut-padalecki and @afriendlyblackhottie because I don’t know if I would have started writing this without their encouragement. I really hope you all enjoy this insanity!!! 

(Credit for the dividers goes to the amazing @whimsicalrogers)

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You were slicing the fruit for your breakfast when he walked into the kitchen, already talking on that fucking phone.

“No, we’re not moving this meeting again.” He already sounded pissed off, but he still wrapped himself around your back and pressed a kiss to your neck before stealing a slice of mango. “If those New York assholes want to move their product through our port it’s tonight or nothing.”

It was upsetting how good he looked, his hair still slightly tousled from sleep and his satin pajama bottoms slung low on his hips as he moved to grab some juice from the fridge. You had a difficult time staying mad at him while you ogled the runic tattoos that ran over his torso and arms.

“Fucking ridiculous. Figure it out Sif, I don’t have time for this shit.” The phone clattered across the counter when he tossed it after hanging up, finally turning to you and smiling. “Morning beautiful.”

“Good morning. Meeting still on?” You grabbed a second bowl for him and scooped some yogurt into it before adding some honey and fruit.

“It better be. I’m sick of these dodgy fuckers.” His ringed fingers ran over his face in frustration as he watched you put everything away before bringing the food over and hopping up to sit on the counter in front of him. “Just want to go on a fucking vacation already.”

“You need to finish this deal if you don’t want a war with New York, honey.” You took a bite of your parfait and leaned back on one arm, swinging your legs lazily. “Then we can take as much time off as you want.”

“You’re telling me things I already know, sweetheart.” He reached out and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and nuzzling into your hair.

“Then quit fucking complaining about it.” You scooped a finger through the remains of your yogurt and smeared it on his nose, beaming at him before leaning forward mouth it off.

A low growl rumbled his chest as he slotted himself between your thighs, his hands resting on either side of your hips before he was ducking to catch your lips with his. He started brushing his lips down your neck when you wrapped your legs around his hips, locking your ankles together behind him and scrabbling your fingers over his back when he flicked his tongue out to trace the hollow behind your ear.

“Think I’m just gonna spend all day right here.” He purred, his fingers skimming over your thighs then digging into your hips and dragging your ass to the edge of the counter. “Val can figure out the logistics for the meeting.”

“I’m sure she can handle... fuck... handle it.” Your breath hitched when he knelt in front of you and started kissing the insides of your thighs, occasionally sucking a bruise against your soft flesh.

He breathed against your entrance and you keened, winding a hand through his hair and trying to drive yourself into his face. When he finally flicked his tongue out to taste you, you almost collapsed, a jolt of pleasure shooting through your body from your core. His arms wound around your legs and kept you still as he ate you out like a starving man, his tongue swirling expertly through your folds and lapping up all the evidence of your arousal.

The sound of his phone buzzing across the counter almost broke you out of your blissful haze, blinking slowly as you turned your head to look at the offensive object.

“Don’t you dare.” He mumbled when you reached for the phone, diving back in and sucking at your pussy lips before sliding his tongue inside you.

“Jesus, Thor!” You managed to catch yourself on your elbow when your arm gave out as his nose brushed against your clit.

His grin faded when the phone buzzed again and he growled against your cunt, the vibrations making you clench around his tongue when he curled it inside you.

“Baby, it’s Val.” You’d managed to catch a glimpse of the caller ID. “She wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important.”

“I’m busy.” He grunted, pressing soft kisses over your mound to give you a short reprieve before shaking his head to bury himself deeper at the same time he wrapped his lips around your clit.

“Fuck!!” All the muscles in your body seized as your orgasm washed over you, your cum soaking his stubble when you finally released all over his face.

If you thought he was finished you were wrong, screaming when he shoved two fingers inside you while he flicked soft kitten licks against your tiny bundle of nerves. Your pathetic whimpers and mewls filled the silence of the kitchen while he took you apart, scissoring his fingers to stretch you before inserting a third and grinning when you arched into his face.

He ignored the screeching of tires from outside, still fucking you with his fingers when he heard a car door slam and the front door flew open.

“Hey boss, Y/N.” Val had a wicked grin on her face when she sauntered into the kitchen, moving to the fridge and grabbing an apple before turning to watch the two of you. “Hate to interrupt but we’ve got a bit of a problem.”

Thor growled into your pussy and you whined, writhing against his face while he raised his free hand and motioned for Val to continue.

“We found a rat in the shipyard crew.” She pulled out her butterfly knife and flicked it open with a flourish, winking at you before slicing off a chunk of apple and bringing it to her lips.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Cop?” His fingers were still stroking that sweet spot when he broke away with a scowl, and you swallowed a shriek when he started taking his frustration out on your cunt.

“Don’t think so, he had a lot of money coming in from some West Coast accounts.” She cocked her head and grinned at you when he started mouthing at your sex again, a desperate moan leaving your lips. “Think Stark might be considering making a move.”

“That’s all I fucking need.” He murmured against your pussy. “You stash him?”

“Yeah, at the lab.”

Maybe you should have felt a little demeaned that the two of them were talking like you weren’t even there, but all you could focus on was the warm coil of pleasure that was gathering in your abdomen and the effort you were taking to not black out.

“Good. Lemme finish up here then I’ll head out.”

“Sure thing boss.” She gave you one more smirk and tossed the apple core in the compost bin before turning to leave. “You may want to put down a towel, when she starts breathing like that it usually means she’s about to squirt.”

His dark chuckle against your clit did it, your back arching you off the counter as you let out a wail. He wrapped his lips around your cunt and moaned when your release squirted into his mouth, his tongue laving over your entrance as he swallowed your essence while you vibrated against his face.

It took a few minutes for you to come down, panting breathlessly as he rose to his feet and grinned at you.

“Dunno how I should feel about Val knowing so much about what your body does when you come, love.” He teased, his fingers lightly skimming over your thighs.

“Maybe if you weren’t constantly fucking me in front of her.” Your brain was finally starting to reset, and you started to sit up with a low moan, your thighs quivering with the strain of aftershocks. 

“Right.” He pressed a kiss to your hair before stepping back and running his hand over his mouth. “Go get dressed, you’re coming with me.”

You beamed at him and slowly slid off the counter, your smile slipping slightly when your knees buckled and he had to catch you, pulling you to his chest with a grin.

“You sure you want that, baby?” The weakness in your legs was fading quickly, and you managed to stand on your own to head towards the bedroom. “Last time you almost killed that guy when you though he was looking at me too long.”

“I’m sure, I had big plans for that perfect body today, I’m not putting those off because of some rat.”

“Fuck, that’s it.” His hand gripped your hair painfully when you swallowed around his cock, his head leaning against the seat as the town car pulled up to the lab. “Oh good girl, take all of it.”

You hummed and he let out a hiss when your throat constricted around him at the same time he swelled and shot his release against the roof of your mouth. He held your head down while his hips jerked against your face with a stutter, making sure you’d gotten everything before letting you go to sit back up.

“Feel better?” You teased, grabbing your compact and lipstick from your purse to fix your face.

“For now. That mouth of yours is something else.” He tucked himself back into his slacks with a deep sigh before turning to look at the building you were parked in front of. “But now I gotta deal with this shit.”

“I know, baby.” His breathing relaxed a little when you wound your fingers through his and pressed your lips to his palm. “You want me in the room?”

“Always.” The two of you slid out of the car and started to head inside, separating reluctantly to at least try to appear professional. “Wanna say hello to the big man first though, heard he might have something new for me.”

You perked up at that. Bruce was always a treat to talk to, such an unbelievably sweet and unassuming man. And he was a goddamn genius when it came to drugs.

“Hi there boss. Y/N! What a nice surprise!” That smile was infectious, you couldn’t help but grin back at him while Thor inspected the small collection of parachute papers on the lab table, each one emblazoned with the signature lighting bolt.

“Hiya Bruce.” You gave him a brief hug before following him to where your man was standing. “I heard you’ve been busy.”

“Yeah, been tinkering with the old Mjolnir formula and think I finally hit that sweet spot.” He looked at the small pieces of paper like a proud father before handing one to you for inspection. “I call it Stormbreaker. Extremely fast acting MDMA compound that gives an incredible high while metabolizing in half the time. I think we should be able to roll it out full scale in time for Spring Break.”

Thor nodded appreciatively as you talked with Bruce about the specifics of the chemistry, always eager for the chance to talk to another academic and geek out.

“And it’s more intense than Mjolnir?” You asked, squinting at the tiny piece of paper in your palm.

“Sure is.”

“Half dose, gorgeous.” Thor scolded when you started to bring the paper to your mouth. “Don’t need you passing out on me.”

You rolled your eyes at him as Bruce gave a sheepish grin, taking the paper you were holding and measuring out a smaller dose for you. Thor smirked at you when you waggled the new paper at him before swallowing it.

“Oh, shit.” Warmth bloomed in your core and spread through your body on thin tendrils, snaking through your veins as a low throbbing started between your thighs and your head became instantly lighter. “Fuck, that’s intense. Umm... is this cut with something new?”

“No we just upped the purity, why?”

“No reason.” You gasped, gripping Thor’s forearm tightly as slick flooded your panties.

He was giving you a knowing grin while you leaned into his shoulder, moaning softly when you inhaled the subtle pink pepper and lemon scent of his cologne, quiet notes of orange blossom drifting through as all of your senses ramped up. Poor Bruce just looked at the two of you with confusion when you rubbed your face into Thor’s chest.

“I think we can move to full scale production of this immediately.” Thor knocked his rings against the table twice to show his approval, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you up when you started to grind against him. “Good job, Banner.”

“Ready for you boss.” Val came striding into the room and laughed when she got a look at you trying resist the urge to hump Thor’s leg. “I see we let Y/N try the big man’s new sex drug. How you feelin’ there sweetie?”

“I feel fucking great Val, what about you?” Maybe if you squeezed your thighs together... oh god. Your legs almost gave out as a shock traveled up your spine and burst at the base of your skull.

“Not as good as you!”

You finally started to equalize and gave Thor a pat on the shoulder to signal you could walk, straightening yourself before the two of you followed after his lieutenant.

The two of you arrived at the side room a little behind Val, Thor releasing you with a hungry kiss that left you breathless before he was slipping out of his suit jacket and tossing over the back of the armchair he’d had brought in for you. You snarled at him for leaving you hanging as you sank into the seat and pouted, admiring the movement of his well muscled back under his shirt as he rolled up his sleeves.

“What’s this asshole’s name Val?” He asked, looking at the tools she had set out on the table with a nod before turning to the man that was strapped to the chair in the middle of the room.

“Fuck if I know.” She said with a snort, grabbing a set of brass knuckles and putting them on as she flexed her hand.

You crossed your legs and reached into your bag to pull out a book, flipping it open to the marked page as you did your best to tune them out, unsuccessfully.

“Right, what’s your name?” Aside from a slightly furrowed brow, he looked remarkably calm, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall.

“Tim.” The man licked his lips nervously as he watched your man, completely ignoring Val as she prowled towards him.

That was a mistake.

She drew her fist back and drove it into his cheek, grabbing the back of the chair to keep it from teetering over when his upper body snapped to the side. He chest heaved as he took pained breaths, spitting blood down his chest before raising his eyes to watch her warily.

“Tim. I’ve got three questions for you, and you’re going to answer them for me.” He hefted the silver hammer that was laying on the table and rested it against his shoulder. “You get three chances to answer with just Val providing incentive, then I’m gonna take over, and trust me when I say you don’t want that.”

“Ok.” The poor sap kept one eye on Val as he tried to straighten back up.

“Good.” He started tossing the hammer in the air lazily, catching it in one hand like it was the easiest thing in the world and he didn’t know that sort of cocky display was going to turn you into a wet mess. “Who’s paying you? How long have they been paying you? What have you told them?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I work for you.”

“Oof, wrong answer.”

Val tsked at him mockingly before driving her fist into his ribs, knocking all the air out of him as Thor walked over to stand next to you. You huffed when he pulled your book away and sat on the armrest next to you, your protests dying on your lips when he ran his fingers up your spine and started rubbing your neck, his other hand spinning the handle of the hammer through his fingers.

“Let’s try again. Who’s paying you? How long have they been paying you? What have you told them?”

“I’m not...”

“Hmph, Val?”

She backhanded his unbruised cheek with a smirk, stepping back and shaking the blood off her fingers when she was finished. You barely caught any of it, the drugs still coursing through your system making the feel of Thor’s hands on you so much more intense. When he brought his massive hand up to cup your jaw you whined, opening your mouth just enough to let him slip his thumb between your lips.

“Last chance, Timmy. I gotta tell you I’m torn. As much as I love using this hammer, my girl here took a little something that is gonna make fucking her even better than normal.” He slid his thumb further into your mouth and groaned when you swirled your tongue around it. “So I’d really like to wrap this up. Who’s paying you? How long have they been paying you? What have you told them?”

The man turned his eyes to you and gave you a pleading look. “Please, help me.”

Thor and Val broke down in hysterics, Thor curling over to laugh into your hair while Val doubled over and clutched her sides.

“Ha, oh that’s the wrong move!” Thor was finally able to sit up as his laughter subsided, but tears were starting to leak down Val’s cheeks while she wheezed. “Even if she could help you, she loves on this shit. She probably wants me to start using this hammer, last time she started touching herself before I even finished.”

His hand curled possessively around your throat when you shrugged at poor Tim before flicking your eyes back to Thor’s when he bent to kiss you hungrily.

“Answer the fucking questions, Timmy boy.” Val turned to him with an eye roll while Thor teased you with his tongue until you were moaning.

“I don’t know anything!”

“Goddamn it! Sorry love.” You whined when he disconnected from you and stood up, starting to unbutton his shirt so he could slide it off his shoulders.

Not that you could complain when he was standing there in only his undershirt, rolling his neck as he walked towards the center of the room.

“Bring the table, Val.”

She dragged it over with a grin, dropping it once she reached them and moving to unbind Tim’s right hand. He started spluttering pathetic pleas when she stretched his arm over the table painfully and wrenched his hand open while Thor hefted the hammer with a heavy sigh.

“Thor.” You called out to stop him before he brought the hammer down on Tim’s hand.

“Yeah, what is it honey?” He shot you an exasperated look over his shoulder as he ran his hand through his hair.

“You’ll want to hit the wrist not the palm. More nerve endings.”

His hearty laugh made you smile, leaning back in your seat and curling your legs under you as you settled in to watch.

“Thank you, baby.” He turned back to Tim with a wicked grin. “Isn’t she something special, Timmy?”

“Wait, fuck! I’ll talk!” The man screamed right before the hammer made contact.

“Ohh, nick of time!” Only Val looked a little disappointed, moving to restrain Tim’s hand again. “Who’s paying you?”

“One of Stark’s lieutenants, I think his name is Hogan.”

“Excellent. How long?”

“Six months.”

“Very good Tim. Now, tell Val everything you told that fat fuck and then we’ll let you go.” He nodded to Val before striding towards you and drawing you to your feet, tossing you over his shoulder and slapping your ass playfully as he started heading back to the front of the building. “You got room at the body farm, beautiful?”

“Yeah, let me know when your dropping him so I can make sure I’m working that night.”

He shoved you into the back seat of the town car when it pulled up, grinning when you squealed for him as he crawled in after you.

“How long do we have until the Stormbreaker is out of your system?” He pulled you into his lap and buried his face in your neck as he shoved his fingers under the hem of your skirt.

“Bruce said it metabolizes in half the time so probably 2 more hours.” You sighed when he teased his fingers under the sides of your panties and started sliding them down your legs.

“Perfect, let’s see how many times I can make you come before then.” He turned to drop you against the seat, tucking your panties in his back pocket before moving his hands to undo his fly. “Bet I can make you pass out, you’re already fucking soaked.”

“Don’t you fucking tease me. I’ve been on the edge for the past half hour, I need that cock.”

“God, you know I love when you talk like that.” He growled as he spread your legs wide, hissing through his teeth when he got a look at the wet, throbbing mess between your thighs. “Just look at that. Tell me how much you need it, gorgeous.”

“Fuck, Thor, gimme that cock.” You were burning up, your breath coming in shallow gasps as he teased his tip against your clit. “Need it to split my pussy open.”

“Yeah, she hungry for it?” He groaned as he slid into you, mesmerized while he watched you swallow every inch of him. “Fuuuck.”

“Oh my god, keep going.” You thumped your fist against the door when he started thrusting into you with abandon. “Shit, I’m gonna come.”

“Jesus, that was fast.” He curled over you and swallowed your scream as you fluttered around him. “I’m gonna give Banner a raise.”

“I really think you should.” You murmured, whining into his mouth when you came again almost immediately.

“You’re taking me so good, beautiful.” He purred, grinning when you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Making such a pretty mess for me. You keep this up you’re gonna pass out before we even get back to the house.”

You took a deep breath when he pulled out, grateful for the relief before he was flipping you over and driving back into you hard, ripping another orgasm from you. Your jaw went slack as you pressed your face to the leather seat, drool starting to leak down your chin while you mumbled incoherently.

“Can’t.” Tears were streaming down your cheeks when you fluttered with even more pleasure. “Baby, I can’t.”

“Oh, yes you can, honey. You’re already doing it.” He nuzzled into your hair and pressed his lips to your neck, winding his fingers with yours above your head. “Just gimme one more, I’m so close.”

You choked on a sob and your vision blacked out as you clenched around him one final time, sinking into the seat while he filled you up with a low moan.

“Jesus fuck. You with me love?” He pulled out of you slowly, grinning when he heard you mumble into the seat. “We’re home.”

All you could do was groan when he scooped you up to carry you inside, not able to make yourself care that your skirt was still gathered around your waist and your lower half was completely bare. The sensation of the fresh air on the combination of your releases made you gasp, squeezing your thighs together as even more slick leaked out of you.

“Already?” He teased when you sat up to bury your face in his throat. “That genius is gonna make me so much fucking money.”

It was 90 minutes later and you were finally coming out of your haze, soaking your overworked muscles in your massive tub as you leaned back against Thor’s chest and hummed to yourself while he rubbed the kinks out of your shoulders and arms.

He had spent the past hour and a half wringing every ounce of pleasure from your body, making you come over and over as he fucked every one of your holes. You’d passed out three more times, each time waking up to his face buried between your thighs as he started the whole process all over again.

Taking you apart was his favorite thing, especially when you were on something and extra sensitive. He loved when you were completely fucked out, crying all pretty for him and covered in cum. You were always so needy after, content to let him take care of you while you basked in your post coital glow.

He looked at the clock and groaned, pressing his lips to your hair before rising out of the water. You just sighed, watching appreciatively as rivulets of water ran over the muscles of his back. God his ass was just fantastic.

“Y/N.” His deep voice snapped you out of your little daydream as he ran a towel through his hair, beaming as he turned to look at you. “We need to leave in an hour.”

“Ugh, fine.” You frowned when he wrapped the towel around his hips and started to move to the closet to choose a suit, getting out of the tub with reluctance. “Is this a panties or no panties type of meeting?”

“It’s at Thrudheim.” He called over the blow dryer as you worked on your hair.

“So, no panties.” You sighed, flipping over as you continued the slow process of getting ready.

It was a half hour later when you strolled out of the bathroom, your hair and makeup perfect as you moved to your own closet. Thor was fastening his cuff links when strode into the bedroom, wearing that white suit that he knew was your favorite.

“No, the leather one.” He ordered when you pulled out your go to red mini number.

“Really?!” You put the red dress back and pulled out the black thing he was indicating. “That’s how you want to play this?”

“Absolutely.” He grinned as he watched you slip it on and start to draw the zipper up your front. “That’s far enough, want everyone to see that ink.”

His fingers reached out to trace your tattoo, the handle of the hammer that ran between your breasts before the head spread underneath them. It marked you as his, and fuck if he didn’t start to get hard every time he saw it.

“Nuh-uh, we’re on a timetable.” You chuckled as you moved to pick out some heels, settling on some sparkly stiletto booties. “Are you going to be able to control yourself tonight?”

“I’ll do my best, but you’re so damn distracting.” He wrapped himself around your back and pressed his lips to your shoulder when the two of you started moving towards the stairs.

“That is the idea.” You teased, shoving him off you so the two of you didn’t trip as you walked downstairs.

Val and Heimdall were chatting in the foyer when you arrived, stopping their conversation and turning to face you.

“They’ve been at the club for about 20 minutes, boss.” Heimdall said, holding your door open for you as you climbed into the SUV. “Sif says they’re starting to look a little pissed.”

“Good.” Thor crawled in after you and slammed the door closed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as Heimdall pulled out after the other SUVs in the caravan. “I’m pissed they’ve been putting this off for the past three months. They can wait an extra hour. I’m guessing that both of them made it out.”

“Yep, Barnes and Rogers both landed this morning.” Val turned in her seat to look at you two, that signature smirk of hers teasing the corners of her lips. “Guess they finally realized there wasn’t some secret port they could sneak their coke through.”

“How many men with them?” Thor started running his fingers over your arm lazily while you leaned against his chest.

“Just three. Romanoff, Barton, and Wilson.”

“Alright, make sure Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral are in position before we arrive.”

You gave his thigh a squeeze, feeling the nervous energy that was radiating off him in waves. He always got like this before a big meeting. No matter how calm he seemed on the surface, you could always see the thunderstorms of anticipation brewing behind his eyes. It was best to let him think in silence, so you just snuggled against his chest for the rest of the ride, letting your warm presence soothe him as much as possible.

The line of SUVs arrived at Thrudheim in 30 minutes, and you felt Thor take a deep breath before Heimdall opened the door and the two of you stepped out into the night.

You bypassed the massive queue for the door, Val moving in front of you and Heimdall behind as you stepped into the noisy chaos of Thor’s flagship club. It was packed as always, writhing bodies filling the dance floor while other revelers gathered around the multiple bars or in private booths.

Sif moved to join you as you walked past the club’s entrance, leaning close to Val to update her on the situation. You spotted Fandral at the main bar and he gave you a nod as you moved past. Hogun and Volstagg must have been close by, but there was no way to spot them in the press of bodies while you made your way towards the VIP section at the back of the club.

Thor wrapped his arm around your waist as you drew closer, grinning at you when you slapped his chest when he made adjustments to your tits until they were practically spilling out of your dress. That was the game you two played though; him negotiating aggressively and methodically while you distracted his targets by looking like the embodiment of sin. He loved watching the morons he had to deal with look at you like they wanted to eat you alive, knowing all the while that he’d be fucking you until you were screaming as soon as the deal was closed.

You finally arrived at the VIP lounge and started to size up Thor’s potential new partners when you stepped past the velvet ropes. Val and the cute little redhead were giving each other almost identical smirks as the mohawked man she was talking to rolled his eyes. It was hard not to return the charming smile of the handsome man who was leaning against one of the pillars, and when his brown eyes met yours he gave you a wink.

It felt like a punch in the gut when your eyes finally found the two men you were there to meet, and the very unwelcome thought that god gave you three holes for a reason crossed your mind.

You were drawn to the blonde first, his broad shoulders looking like they were about to burst the seams of his well tailored suit jacket. His shirt was unbuttoned enough that you could see lines of ink tracings his chest, matching the scrolls that ran over the backs of his hands and ringed fingers. Even in the dim light of the club, you could make out the deep blue of his eyes, the corners pinched with annoyance. He ran a hand over his perfectly manicured beard in frustration before his movements suddenly stopped when his eyes found you.

The brunette seemed far more relaxed, seated on one of the plush couches with his legs spread wide and a drink in his hand. He didn’t seem to be as tatted up as the blonde, but you still spotted a few swirls of ink under the loosened collar of his shirt. You were surprised when you saw the glint of metal from his left hand, wondering what injury had caused him to lose the arm and also how that neural link must work. His eyes seemed to be twinkling with mischief, and when they followed the blonde’s his face split in a grin after he ran his tongue over his bottom lip slowly.

You did your best to school your thoughts when you turned back to Thor, but the smile he was giving you made you worried he knew exactly what you were thinking. That was either a very bad or very good thing, depending on how the rest of the night went.

“Odinson! Nice to finally put a face to the name.” The brunette stood up and strode towards the two of you. “Bucky Barnes.”

Thor took his hand when he offered, returning the man’s grin warmly as he removed his arm from around your waist.

“Would’ve been nicer to put a face to the name an hour ago.” The blonde growled, his eyes still fixed on you as you finally started to calm down.

“Forgive Steve here, he’s been a little impatient to get things underway.” The two of you followed after Barnes as he moved back to the couches, sinking into the one opposite him as Thor motioned for a waitress.

“Completely understandable. I know I’ve been anxious to get this taken care since we first made contact three months ago.” And the passive aggressive foreplay had begun. Thor ordered ordered a bottle of vodka and a bottle of Aquavit as well as three bottles of champagne for the group, adding a bottle of bourbon when he got a look at the drink in Barnes’ hand.

“I know, I know. We hated having to delay, but there were so many complications with the logistics there was really no choice.” He was a good liar, like you all didn’t know they’d been trying to back door their way into the Miami market without paying their dues. “Stevie, quit being a fucking grouch and come sit.”

You could feel his eyes on you as he moved to join you three, the lieutenants following after and arranging themselves around the couches with a false air of relaxation.

“Now, I think we all know who almost everyone else is, we’ve got our reputations and such that proceed us.” Bucky’s eyes moved back to you when the drinks arrived. “But I got no idea who you are doll, and me and Stevie here aren’t big on surprises.”

You beamed at him, leaning over nice and slow so they had a good view of your tits as you poured yourself some Aquavit.

“I’m Y/N.” You said teasingly, leaning back as you took a sip of your drink and felt their eyes follow you. “I’m just here to look pretty.”

“Well, you’re doing a great job.” Bucky gave you a wink before pouring his own drink.

“Enough fucking small talk, let’s get this over with.” Steve grumbled, his rings tapping against his glass irritably.

“Fine by me.” Thor took the glass of vodka you handed him and tossed it back in one gulp. “You want to move your product into my city, but I’ve got a pretty good corner on the narcotics market out here. Why should I split my profits with you boys?”

“You’ve got the edge on the MDMA market sure, but we’ve heard that your coke is barely above the cut.” He motioned for the redhead to step forward and she deposited a brick of white powder in the middle of the table. “That’s what we offer.”

Thor held your shoulder when you started to lean forward towards the coke, shaking his head with a small smile when you pouted at him.

“And this is supposed to be better than what my boys are already turning out?” He looked skeptical.

“Why don’t you try it and tell us.” Rogers growled, starting to look a little more relaxed as he sipped his bourbon.

“I’m sure you boys are on the up and up, but if you think I’m just gonna take a bump of unopened product from a couple of strangers...”

“Say no more.” Bucky gave him a dismissive wave of his hand before pulling a knife out from under his jacket with a flourish and plunged it into the brick. He scooped a small bump onto the edge of the blade and brought it to his face, inhaling deeply then sinking back into the couch with a satisfied smirk. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

Thor gave a snort before leaning forward and dipping his pinkie into the powder, shoving the coated finger into his mouth and rubbing it over his gums.

“Hmm, that’s fast.” He hummed with appreciation, taking another quick bump before resting his elbows on his knees. “Think we can find a place for this with our distributors.”

“You want a taste, sweetheart?” Rogers’ eyes were dark as pulled his own knife out and offered you a line off the blade.

You turned to Thor and he gave you a small nod, continuing his negotiations with Barnes as you leaned towards Steve. He grinned wolfishly as he watched you snort the powder off the edge of his weapon, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth when he saw your chest heave as the stimulant hit your system.

“Oh, fuck.” Every nerve in your body started buzzing with electricity, your spine shivering as the high took over. “Jesus Christ, that’s good shit.”

Rogers ran the tip of his blade over your bottom lip gently, tugging your mouth open with a low moan before Thor’s voice broke you out of it.

“How you feeling, love?” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you towards him, trying not to give Rogers too much of a shit eating grin when he saw his look of disappointment.

“Like I could fight a rhino.” You hummed, arching your back with pleasure while you leaned against him.

“Yeah? Maybe later.” He pressed his lips to your hair before turning back to his new partners. “So, free use of the ports and our land distribution network, and I get a 25% cut of all Miami profits. We’ll also start moving Mjolnir and Stormbreaker in New York, giving you 15% of those profits.”

“Why should we get 10% less than you, Odinson?” Steve was starting to look pissed again, bouncing the blade of his knife off the palm of his hand. “We’re taking on just as much risk.”

Thor moved his hand down to your hip and tapped his fingers against it, turning his head and giving you a conspiratorial wink. You beamed at him before rotating your body slightly, making sure both men’s eyes were on you before uncrossing your legs. Their reactions were everything you wanted, Steve sucking his breath in a hiss and his knuckles turning white around his glass while Bucky growled and bit his bottom lip. You gave them a few seconds to enjoy the view of the glistening treasure between your thighs before crossing your legs again and resting your head against Thor’s shoulder, a look of doe eyed innocence on your face as you ran your fingers over his chest.

“You’re making less because I am providing all of the infrastructure for shipping and distribution here in Miami, whereas all you can offer me in New York is your established client base.” His hand moved up to cup your breast, smirking as he watched the two men start to squirm when his fingers teased at the edge of your neckline that was barely containing you. “Plus I’ll give you boys some introductions to my international connections, since I know you’ve been looking to spread operations overseas.”

“Qu’en penses-tu?” Barnes eyes were still fixated on you as he started chatting with Rogers in French.

“Je n'aime pas ça.” The blonde growled, his eyes moving to your legs as you started rubbing your thighs together. “Nous en avons besoin, cependant.”

“Il est le seul à avoir accès à elle.” Bucky said with a nod, turning to face Steve with reluctance as they talked things over.

You did your best to act like you weren’t listening, giggling when Thor bent his head to run his tongue over the shell of your ear. He grabbed the bottle of Aquavit and refilled your glass for you before pouring himself another vodka, leaning over the back of the couch to give Val a nod. She grinned back at him before turning away to find Sif.

“We can accept giving you 20% of any Miami profits if you cut us in for 5% of shipping revenue from your ports.” Rogers grumbled with a shrug, the two men turning to face you again.

“Hmm, what do you think, love?” Thor gripped your chin lightly and tilted your head up to look in your eyes.

“I think you should stick to the original offer of 25%, babe. They’re hoping to undercut your dealings with Danvers and edge you out once you make an introduction.”

“What the fuck?!” Steve looked furious, reaching into his waistband for his gun before Thor drew his own first and leveled it at his head.

Bucky and you were the only two who seemed relaxed as everyone drew weapons. The three Lieutenants trained theirs on you and Thor while Heimdall pointed his at Barnes. Val and Sif arrived then and dropped the massive duffel they were carrying, Sif pulling a revolver from her thigh holster while Val drew a pair of desert eagles from under her jacket with an excited grin and aimed at the three who had their guns pointed at you.

You and Barnes looked at each other appreciatively, he was giving you a wicked grin as the tension rose quickly, everyone waiting for someone else to do something.

“Let’s all just take a couple deep breaths and relax.” Bucky clapped Steve’s shoulder until he sat back with a grunt, letting go of his grip on the gun. “So, you’re just here to look pretty, doll?”

“Sorry, I didn’t give you my full name, Bucky, we like to keep things low key. Thor?”

“Meet Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, boys, professor of biological and forensic anthropology at the University of Miami. What are your ph.Ds in again, love?”

“You’ve already mentioned two, but we also have antiquities, art history, archaeology, and the big one, linguistics.”

“She’s a bit of a polyglot.” He gave you a proud grin as he tucked his pistol away and everyone else finally eased up. “That’s why she’s in charge of international relations, and she always comes to negotiations with me. Can’t tell you how many bad deals this girl has gotten me out of.” You beamed when he cupped your cheek lovingly and took another swig of vodka. “She also runs the body farm.”

“That’s not just a rumor?” Everyone on the other side of the table was giving you appraising glances now as Steve whistled through his teeth. “That’s supposedly the whole reason the feds haven’t been able to pin any hits on you.”

“Not a rumor.” You kissed his palm before he removed it and turned back to them. “Listen, I like you gentlemen, even though you tried to pull one over on me. It’s understandable, Carol’s operation is a pie everyone wants their fingers in. So, here’s the new offer, I take 30% of Miami profits, you get 7% of anything I move in New York, Y/N here arranges for some international introductions for you, and I arrange for all of us to have a meeting with Miss Danvers.”

“They’re also having issues with Stark’s attempts to expand, baby.” You leaned forward and took Thor’s knife when he offered it, scooping out more coke and arranging it in a couple of lines before rolling a Benjamin and snorting it off the table.

“God, I forgot about that fucker.” He took the bump you offered him with a scowl. “That asshole giving you boys trouble too?”

“Yeah.” Steve and Bucky both looked pissed now. “He poached our Queens wunderkind a month ago and we’re pretty sure he’s got at least one mole planted.”

“Well, seems that a partnership would be extremely beneficial then. Need to keep that cocksucker on the west coast where he belongs.”

“Agreed.” Bucky sighed, Steve just grunting his acquiescence. “Partners then?”

Thor grinned and offered his hand, finally relaxing when Bucky took it and shook. Steve actually smiled a little bit when he gripped his wrist tightly, the muscles in his neck loosening as he rolled his head from side to side with relief.

“Fantastic, let’s celebrate! Evie, we need champagne flutes all around and tell Mark to bring us the box of Cubans I have in the back office.” The waitress wandered off to do as instructed as Sif walked forward and dropped the duffel next to the opposite couch. “And, because I know it can sting when you think you’re gonna get away with something and the rug gets pulled out from under you, here’s a little signing bonus so there’s no hard feelings.”

Rogers actually grinned when he opened the duffel to piles of cash, turning back to the two of as he handed it off to the charming looking man who had been leaning against the pillar.

“I think this is gonna work out just fine, Buck.”

“Evie, thank you sweetheart.” Thor smiled warmly when the server got back with the stemware and cigars, handing her three hundred dollar bills before she walked off again with a blush. “Let’s drink to getting stupid fucking rich.”

You all tossed back your champagne with a chorus of whoops before diving into the revelry. Thor offered you a few puffs of his cigar before tucking between his teeth and leaning forward to talk with his new partners about all the new things Carol was doing. He squeezed your hand when you pressed a kiss to his shoulder before standing up and stretching, moving away to find Val and Sif.

“You ladies wanna come dance with me?” You asked when you found the two of them chatting with the redhead. “That coke’s got me feeling like I’m full of bees.”

“Let’s do it!” Val said with a grin, leading the four of you out of the roped off section and towards the dance floor. “This is Nat by the way.”

“Hi Nat, nice to meet you!” Val started shoving people out of the way when you reached the floor, making sure you had room to move without getting humped by idiots.

“You too! Sorry I pointed a gun at your head!” She gave you an apologetic shrug as she shouted over the music.

“Please, it happens.” You waved her off and started rolling your hips to the rhythm.

“I got shots!” Sif said, grabbing the four tiny glasses off the tray and proffering them.

You hissed at her after you tossed it back. “Goddamn it Sif, tequila?”

“Yes, tequila!!”

You just shook your head as the four of you started dancing, the rest of the crowd giving you a small circle of space. Even with the extra room, Val and Nat were right against each other, their hips rolling together while they stared each other down. Sif and you just grinned at each other as you watched the two of them.

“Oh my god, just fuck already!” You teased when Nat tucked her face into Val’s neck, earning a glare from her. “There’s no one in the basement office tonight.”

“Unlike you, I don’t have the luxury of getting fucked when I’m in the middle of working, I have to save that shit for my own time. Speaking of which, looks like he wants you back.”

Heimdall gave the four of you a smile when he walked up, cocking his head and tapping his finger against his thigh impatiently as you moved slowly to follow after him with a half hearted pout.

“Sorry, Y/N. You know how he gets once he closes a deal.” He walked behind you back to the VIP section, staring down a few different men who looked like they were thinking of approaching you.

“I know, Heimdall. It’s one of the things I love about him. How much coke has he had?”

“Kjære!!” Thor’s voice boomed over the din of the club when he spotted you, answering your question when he stood on the couch and spread his arms wide with joy.

“Kjæreste!” You beamed at him, yelping when he jumped off the couch and bounded towards you to toss you over his shoulder and carry you back to where his new partners were waiting.

He dropped you on the couch with a small huff before curling over and devouring your mouth with his. Your breath left with him when he pulled away, sinking next to you before pulling your legs over his lap with a happy sound.

“Can’t have a celebration without you love.” He grinned, bending over the table and scooping a good helping of cocaine onto his knife. “These boys got all sad after you left.”

“It’s true, doll.” Bucky said, his eyes blown wide from the drugs while he watched Thor rub some coke over your gums before reaching forward to kiss you again. “You might be the most interesting person here.”

Your light laugh turned into a moan when you felt the cool steel of Thor’s knife drag over your chest slowly, leaving a thin line of powder over the curve of your breast.

“I am pretty fascinating.” You teased, biting your lip when Thor bent forward and snorted the coke off your tit. “Did you have any questions you wanted to ask me?”

“Shit, I did but I can’t remember exactly what they were right now.” He was mesmerized as he watched Thor run another line over the opposite breast. “Steve?”

“I’ve got nothing.” Rogers tugged on the collar of his shirt when Thor uncrossed your legs and drew a line on the inside of your thigh before bending over and inhaling it slowly, moaning when the scent of you filled his lungs and added to his high.

“Fuck, that’s the best way to do lines.” He hissed as he sat back up, sniffling a few times before turning to the men who couldn’t stop staring at you. “You boys really ought to try it.”

A deep laugh rumbled his chest when all three of your heads snapped to him. Thor was extremely possessive, he loved using you to tease whoever he was dealing with, dangling you in front of them like bait before snapping you away and fucking you senseless. There was a meeting three months ago where some idiot put a hand on your leg and Thor had almost beat him to death before Heimdall and Val could pull him off.

You ran your tongue over your bottom lip nervously as you studied his face, trying to determine if he was playing some dangerous game with all of you that was going to end with you stitching someone up.

“I smelled you love.” He purred in your ear, drawing you to your feet and turning you until you were facing the two men, his breath fanning warmly over your neck as he pressed his chest to your back. “I’d love to believe that’s all for me, but you’ve been squirming ever since you set eyes on them.” You moaned when he started walking you towards where Barnes and Rogers were eyeing you hungrily. “But tell me you don’t want it and we can stop.”

“Fuck, you spoil me.” You grinned at him over your shoulder and accepted his soft kiss before moving to sit on the mirrored table. “Go ahead boys.”

Bucky leaned forward first with a deep growl, flipping his knife through his fingers before digging it into the cocaine and moving back to your chest. Your eyes turned to Steve’s as you gasped at the feel of the cold blade dragging over your breasts, grinning when you saw him start to palm his cock through his slacks. A low moan escaped your lips when Bucky leaned forward and inhaled the powder off your skin, his lips ghosting over the swell of your tits before he pulled back with a groan.

“You gotta try that Stevie.” He muttered, leaning back to scoop up more cocaine as his free hand brushed over your thigh, teasing the hem of your skirt up towards your hip as he spread your legs wide.

Steve stood up and prowled towards you as Bucky knelt between your thighs and started drawing lines over them with his blade. Your breath was starting to get shallow, and when Steve curled his hand lightly around your throat at the same time Bucky’s face skimmed over your leg you let out a whine. The blonde slid his jacket off and grabbed his own knife, his thumb tracing the swell of your bottom lip as he collected some powder.

Bucky had run out of blow but kept his face where it was, his lips pressing into your soft skin as he moaned at the smell of you. Steve moved very slowly, his thumb tracing your jaw while he pressed the flat of the knife against your chest.

The throbbing between your legs was starting to get too intense, and when Buck’s breath fanned over your core at the same time Steve pressed his face to your chest, you almost passed out. Steve let out a low moan as he buried his face between your tits, nuzzling them with a growl while you wound your fingers through his hair. He started drawing the zipper at the front of your dress down even further, his lips ghosting over every inch of exposed skin before the dress was completely undone.

”Fuck me.” Steve hissed, stepping back and taking you in with a satisfied hum. “You seeing this Barnes?”

Bucky rested his chin on your thigh for a beat, gazing up at you through his lashes and grinning as his eyes raked over your naked body.

”Yeah I see it. You’re a lucky man, Odinson.”

You turned your gaze over your shoulder and found Thor grinning at you, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he squeezed the outline of his cock through his slacks.

”That I am, but so are you boys. This is a one night only deal, and only because she wants it, otherwise I’d have killed the two of you hours ago.” The gleam in his eye was full of danger for a moment before it relaxed into lust. “You get to fuck her however she wants; eat her out, fuck her tits, feel those perfect lips or that tight ass wrapped around your cocks. But that pussy is mine, and if either of you even try to slip it into that pretty little hole, I can’t be held responsible for what I might do.”

”That seems fair to me,” Bucky said with a shrug. “Stevie?”

As soon as Thor had stopped talking Steve’s mouth was on yours, his teeth tugging on your lips until you opened up for him and he could curl his tongue against your own. Barnes just laughed before diving between your thighs, his arms wrapping around your legs as he mouthed hungrily at your sex. You whined into Rogers’ mouth when Bucky’s tongue found your clit at the same time Steve started rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, feeling his grin when you arched into his palms.

The way the two of them were working you over made you think this wasn’t their first time sharing. Every time Steve found one of your zones, Bucky’s tongue was right against your clit, making you want to scream. Steve’s hands were almost lazy in the way they traced your tattoo, the pads of his fingers still skimming over your nipples as he admired the artwork.

”Jesus Christ.” Was the only thing you could think of to say when Bucky’s nose rubbed against your clit at the same time he curled his tongue inside you.

”Not exactly, gorgeous.” Steve’s grin was wicked as he continued to trail his fingers over the ink that swirled between your breasts while you leaned against him. “This ink is fucking impressive, you should let me do a piece for you if you’re ever in New York.”

The answer you were about to give died in your throat when Bucky sucked on your clit and you came without warning, a jolt of electricity traveling up your spine as your release soaked his mouth and chin while you swallowed a shriek. He moaned into your cunt at the taste of your cum before leaning back on his heels and grinning at Steve.

”Your turn Stevie. Dunno if it’s the coke or her but I don’t think I’ve ever come from eating pussy before.”

Your eyes bulged when you saw the wet stain over the shrinking tent in his slacks, your chest swelling at the thought that nothing but the taste of you could make a man come undone.

  The two of them shifted to switch positions, the feel of Steve drawing lines on your thighs sending a small jolt of pleasure up your spine. Bucky tilted your head up so he could kiss you, sliding his tongue between your lips and grinning when you whined at the taste of yourself. You felt Steve’s beard scratching your skin when he pressed his face to your thigh and inhaled, growling when he finally got a close look at the plump and swollen prize between your legs.

”I dunno how he can get anything done with you around, doll.” Bucky purred as he started trailing his lips down your throat.

“We’re very good at multitasking.” You gasped, Bucky’s lips wrapping around your nipple at the same time Steve’s tongue ran over your slit in a heavy stripe.

His low chuckle vibrated your chest and made you keen, arching your back into him when he brought his metal hand up to palm your neglected breast. Steve’s tongue was still swirling lazily through your folds, savoring the taste of you while his cock throbbed against the edge of the couch. He shoved two fingers inside you and you choked on a sob when his lips wrapped around your clit.

Bucky’s tongue had raised your nipple to a sensitive peak, the brush of his lips over it sending a jolt through your body that echoed in your core, making you clench around Steve’s fingers with a gasp. The sensations were too much for you and you collapsed back against the table, Bucky following you and moving his face to your other breast while you wrapped your thighs around Steve’s neck.

You tilted your head back to find Thor, your body relaxing as much as it could when your eyes met his. The anger you were worried you would find wasn’t there, just pure desire as he watched the two men take you apart with lust blown pupils. He was still slowly palming his cock through his pants, and you moaned at the sight of his bulge growing larger while he looked at you.

”Are you close, love?” He grinned when you nodded at him, unable to speak as Steve flicked kitten licks against your clit while Bucky sucked on your nipple. “You go ahead and come for these boys one more time then I’ll fuck you like you deserve.”

It was like his permission was all you needed, your back arching off the table when your body spasmed and your release flowed into Steve’s mouth and over his beard. He and Bucky both groaned as they watched you come down, the occasional aftershock vibrating through your body as they stepped away with reluctance.

“Gentlemen, I look forward to a long a fruitful partnership. Please feel free to use of the lounge for the rest of the night.” Thor only had eyes for you as you slowly rose from the table on shaky legs and drew your dress closed to cover your nakedness. “Would really love to stay but I have some business to attend to in the top office.”

You felt their eyes following you as Thor wrapped his arm around your waist and started to guide you towards the office, Heimdall walking in front of you to clear the crowd out of the way. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and gave you a knowing grin as Thor started dragging you to the office.

Thor growled once he shoved you inside, slamming the door closed and cutting off the noise from the floor once you were alone in the soundproofed room.

“You did so fucking good baby.” He purred as he stepped into you, his hands roaming all over your body while he started walking you towards the wall of glass that looked out over the club. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well, you’d get fucked over a whole lot.” You teased, running your tongue over his bottom lip when he pressed his mouth to yours with a moan.

He chuckled against your lips, keeping your mouth molded to his while he turned the front of your body to press against the glass.

“Those two fuckers got one taste of you and I bet they’ll do anything you ask now.” He scraped his teeth over the curve of your neck towards you shoulder, slowly removing his suit jacket and shirt quickly. “They still watching, love?”

You found the lounge and grinned when you saw the two New Yorkers staring up at you from the floor, fighting the urge to give them a wave.

“Yeah, they are.” HIs hand curled lightly around your throat and you whined as he tilted your head back and started to drag the zipper of your dress down slowly. 

“Good.” He slid your dress off your shoulders and tossed it aside, rubbing his face in your hair as he worked at undoing his belt one handed. “Want them to watch you scream when you come all over my cock.”

He gave you no warning before spearing into you, grinning when you let out a satisfying shriek. You didn’t get a chance to adjust before he was thrusting into you violently, his hips slapping against your ass as he pressed your tits against the glass.

This was different from your slow afternoon lovemaking where he took his time drawing every drop of pleasure from your fucked out body. All he wanted when he was coked up after a deal was to take you fast like a damn animal, claiming you as his for everyone to see.

Fuck if you didn’t love every second of it.

Your legs started to shake as your pussy clenched around him, moaning when he wrapped a hand around your front to dig into your breast, his other hand increasing the pressure on your throat. He growled into your shoulder when you arched into his hand, pressing you even further into the glass while you whined.

“Close, I’m so close. I’m gonna come, don’t fucking stop.” He grinned at your babbling, somehow increasing his pace even more until you were literally bouncing off the glass. 

When he released your breast and hooked his hand under your knee, drawing it up to your waist and opening you up even further so the tip of his cock could kiss your cervix, you lost it. You let out an inhuman wail, tears streaming down your cheeks while your body tried to curl back on itself. He caught you before you collapsed, holding you up while you vibrated around him, your pussy milking his cock in waves as stars exploded behind your eyes.

You felt his cock throbbing inside you and hissed when he sank his teeth into your shoulder, warmth blooming from your core as he coated your satiny walls with thick ropes of spend. He fucked it into with stuttering jabs, his hips jerking erratically until his cock stopped twitching and started to soften. 

The two of you panted against each other, Thor scooping you up and turning you to face him as he slid out of you with a soft wet squelch. You hummed happily when he pressed his lips against yours and nipped at them softly. 

“Herregud, du er jævla perfekt, kjære ” He groaned, holding you close as the two of you sank to the floor. “Jeg lar deg aldri gå, du er min.“

“Jeg er din for alltid.” You murmured as he laid back against the floor, pressing your lips to the tattooed wreath of blåveis and bergfrue over his heart that marked him as yours. “Jeg elsker deg.”

Steve and Bucky turned their attention back to the lounge with reluctance, doing their best to ignore Sam and Clint’s shit eating grins. Rogers took another bump of coke before sinking into the couch and chugging directly from the bottle of bourbon. Barnes just grabbed another stogie, biting the end off and spitting it away before tucking it between his lips.

“Think we may need to get ourselves one of those, Stevie.”

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Razor Sharp (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Having wronged you so long ago, it was time to watch them squirm. With the help of a friend, you exact the revenge you've been dreaming of for years. Warning: dark themes such as torture below the cut.

You stood outside Daryl's cell, looking through the slat with a small smile on your face. His stare was so lifeless that for a beat, you thought he was dead. His eyes moved, connecting to yours alight with morbid glee.

At last, you had done it. You finally had the chance to show them just how wrong they were for underestimating you. All of the times they dismissed you, thought of you as nothing but bait, the time they left you to die - they would rue the day they crossed you.

"Does it live up to your wildest dreams, Y/N?" Negan leaned against the cell door, his voice low enough Daryl wouldn't be able to hear the words, but would know someone was there.

Your grin grew wider. "It's fucking better."

"You really are a twisted little fucker." Negan cackled, clapping you on the shoulder.

"Would you have me any other way?"

He laughed again. "If anything doll, I don't think you've shown me half of what you're capable of."

A warm feeling blossomed in your chest. Negan was one of the first people in this world to trust you, to believe in you. He saved you when other's gave up on you - you would always owe him the world for that. "Thank you, Negan. For everything."

"What, you a pussy now? Talking about feelings and shit." Negan sent you a wink, "I should be thanking your fine ass, you helped give Lucille a dope ass upgrade."

It was your turn to laugh. If there was one positive thing to come from your traumatic first meeting with Negan, it was that you gave him the tools to make Lucille a deadly weapon.

"Now, you go in there and make the devil shake in his boots. When you're ready, bang on the door three times, then the real fun begins." He grinned at you, "If I'm not scrubbing brains out of the walls, you're not doing it right."

You chuckled darkly. "Thanks for the advice."

"Any time kid." He gave you one last cheeky smile, giving you a thumbs up.

Until now, you hadn't been able to fully comprehend that this was happening. Taking a deep breath, you pressed the key into your hand. The last time you had seen Daryl Dixon, you were a completely different person. Meek, naive, prey. Since everything unfolded you had undergone an evolution, shedding the weak skin and hardening to the reality of the outside world.

You've been dreaming of this moment for the last two years.

You pushed the key into the lock, heart thudding in your chest as the door opened with a creak. The smell hit you as soon as it opened; you resisted the urge to gag. Stepping inside the cell, you let the light from the fading sun illuminate your figure.

"Guess who." Daryl stared at you wordlessly. He didn't speak, only ogled you from where he was crouched on the floor. "You not going to say hello to an old friend?"

"I thought ya were dead."

You shook your head, scoffing. The anger that had been only an ember was starting to flare up with each passing second. "So did I, no thanks to you."

"How are ya even alive?"

"Well, it's nothing you guys did, that's for sure."

"We couldn't do nothin'."

It felt like it was happening to you right now. You could feel the cold grass beneath your hands, the aching in your throat from screaming, the rips and tears in your fingers. You could see Daryl and the group running away, deaf to your pleas. You could feel yourself trying to pull yourself up, only for you to be dragged back down, red liquid spilling down your legs and pooling beneath you. You could hear yourself begging them to put you out of your misery.

Shaking off the memory, you quirked your head to the side. "So what am I Daryl, a ghost? A mirage? Huh?" You stepped closer to him, pushing past the thick stench that surrounded him. Your voice was dangerously low as you regarded him from beneath your lashes. "As far as I'm aware, I'm pretty fucking alive."

Daryl stayed quiet. He regarded you with a glint of stubbornness that hadn't been there when you came in. Good, you were looking for a fight.

"Look at these." You splayed the palms of your hands in front of him, showing the deep, jagged scars that marred the skin. The agony that created those scars was something replayed in your dreams often. You could feel an ebb of the pain right then, presenting how hard you fought to Daryl. "Guess how I got these Daryl?"

He hung his head low. His voice, a low grumble, you strained to hear. "We had to get the medicine back."

The words took a few moments to process. All that could be heard was the faded tunes of Easy Street, and your combined breathing. Yours, which had been slow and deep, suddenly caught in your throat. Daryl acted like a god, and decided that your life wasn't worth saving. That your sacrifice, no your murder, would justify saving the sick people at the prison.

"Oh, honey." You reached towards Daryl, snatching at his jaw tightly. Forcing his head upwards, you made him look you right in the eyes. He squirmed beneath your touch. "You should have killed me when you had the chance."

"Get it over with." He wrenched himself away from you. You let him go, smiling at his tiny act of defiance. He truly didn't understand how little power he had here. "Whatever it is ya got planned for me, just do it already!"

"In the same way you granted me mercy?" You stepped away from Daryl, tapping three times on the door.

"You know Daryl, I've spent a lot of time thinking about this. About how I could make you feel the same pain, the same betrayal, I felt. Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I was trapped, bleeding and alone. The people who I considered friends abandoned me without a second thought. They didn't even give me a spare bullet or finish the damn job."

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to control yourself. Your words were tripping over one another and your heart rate was pulsing in your ears. Your hands ached to bruise him, to mark him, to scar him in the same way his actions did you.

But no, you needed to wait.

"I've been following you for quite some time. I saw the fall of the prison, Terminus, the journey to Alexandria. It was all quite so touching how you all banded together to protect each other." The unspoken fell between you - what changed? What changed for them to not even give you a spare bullet when your blood was staining the grass? Did they ever even consider you family?

"I've been waiting for the right opportunity to teach you a lesson in how badly you fucked up. You underestimated me, you always did. I might have not been a big threat back then; now I'm the biggest, baddest monster you'll ever meet!" Spit flew past your lips, splattering Daryl.

A bang on the door. Daryl barely disguised his jump. You turned around, opened the door and rolled in a tray. A vicious curl twisted your lips when you took in the contents of the tray - barbed wire and a thick pair of gloves. Negan more than delivered on his promise, one more thing to be thankful for.

"Do you know how barbed wire works, Daryl?" You couldn't hide your pleasure when you saw him visibly gulp. "The more you struggle, the more it digs in, ripping and tearing and pulling your body apart. You can feel it splitting your flesh open. You can feel the blood pour down, down, down, until suddenly, you're cold and don't feel anything at all. Trust me, it isn't pretty."

In that moment, you lifted up your pant leg delicately. Once where smooth skin had been, was rippled, ridged scarring.

"Let's see how your family protect you now."

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Meeee. I want a longer version of the voyeur deku and bully kacchan. but in kacchan's pov tho. 💜💜💜👀

My dear anon. You ask and so you shall receive 💓

Pt.1, Pt.2

Tw: implied gangbang, stalking, implied noncon

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated more than Deku, it was you.

No, actually, scratch that.

He couldn’t stand you around Deku.

As his childhood friend-or rival, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, Bakugo knew Deku like the back of his hand.

He knew how he liked his breakfast, eggs runny with cheese and pepper sprinkled in the middle. He knew how crazy he could be as a fanboy for All Might, collecting over 500 antiques of the hero. He knew how he liked spring better because then he could stand under the Sakura trees and close his eyes in bliss while the petals floated softly down on his face.

He knew how he liked to steal your panties and jerk off to them.

He knew that his favorite position to watch him rape you from the front so that he could see every expression while you were filled to the brim with cum.

How the fuck could you be so blind?

Did you not notice the way your undergarments slowly started to vanish, one by one? Did you not realize who’s handwriting it was when you found yet another threatening yet lewd note in your locker? You had to actually be brain dead to not catch on to how he was always the last person out, just to trail behind and watch how your ass swayed when you walked out of the classroom.

But no, apparently you were even more stupid than he thought.

Because instead of correctly matching a face to actions, you thought him, Bakugo fucking Katsuki was the one doing all of this.

He supposed he couldn’t actually hold it against you though. I mean, he was the one slipping a hand up your shirt when you were walking out said door, he was the one who was shoving you against the lockers right when you were about to unlock it and find the notes, and he was the one who tore your panties in two, dangling them in front of your face while you pleaded for him to give it back. He never did, of course, he simply threw them over his shoulder and proceeded dragging you away so he could fuck you in privacy.

But he guesses there wasn’t much privacy if he was being watched all the time.

It was actually pretty typical of Deku. To leech off of what he left behind and try to claim it as his own. First his All Might obsession, then his shoot style, and now you? It’s pathetic, but typical.

He should’ve realized it wasn’t the shadows moving in the corner of his eyes when he was buried to the hilt inside your warmth. When the hairs stood at the back of your neck in the showers, it wasn’t because he was fucking you dumb, it was because someone else’s moans were in synch with his.

But it’s okay, because he knows and you don’t. He knows how the dweeb looks at you, how he sports a tent in his pants when you innocently lay a hand on his shoulder, he knows why your window is broken even though you fell asleep with it intact.

He catches Deku one day. He catches him red handed like the little rat he is.

It was so easy, too, the green haired little shit follows him around like some lovesick puppy anyways. Sometimes he can’t tell if he’s following you or himself.

You walk home from your night classes one evening, when the night is darker than your own shadows and the stars barely dust across the sky. No one else is around, and so you clutch your bag a little more tightly against you whenever you hear a leaf or a start car rustle in the trees surrounding your path back to the dorms.

Bakugo knows your schedule, of course. You take English and Statistics in the morning and save Quirk Training for the evening when you’re the most tired-a stupid plan, in his opinion.

Or at least he thought, at first. Turns out that you’re the easiest to follow when you’re spent and covered in bruises from being thrown against rocks and burned by fire from class. He wishes he could’ve seen you in person when that all happens, but it doesn’t matter when you’re stumbling down the cobblestone path towards your dorm, deaf and blind to any person that might be right behind you.

You just want to go home, he can accept that. Especially when he can so easily trail after you, merely 20 feet away on the same path as you. No one would suspect he’s up to no good from the leisurely way he strolls with his hands in his pockets, and he would bet his entire life that you wouldn’t waste a second to turn around and check your surrounding in favor of hurrying up to your room so you can sleep the aches away.

He might be subtle, but Deku isn’t.

The fucker hides in the bushes and almost crawls like a bug in the foliage after his two favorite people. It’s not even a clever disguise because his hair is three shades lighter than the leaves on the thickets.

Bakugo can hear the twigs snap and rustle as he bumbles around trying to be inconspicuous. He rolls his eyes and turns around, a deep scowl on his face.

“You’re not fooling anyone you bastard. Get the fuck out here right now before I blast you away.”

It doesn’t even take a full three seconds before Deku’s head meekly pops up and he gives a weak smile.

“H-hey Kacchan. Nice to see you here, I just dropped my papers-“

“No you didn’t. How long have you been following us?”

Deku blanches and slowly lifts his eyes to meet Bakugo’s. His mouth might’ve tried to open and refute the accusation, but when he saw the subtle smirk in the latters eye he found himself caring less about being caught.

“Howd you know?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffs and takes a quick glance back at you to ensure that you hadn’t walked too far off. You were still slowly trudging away, an easy distance for him to cross. “You’re about as stealthy as my quirk you freak.”

Deku laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, also trying to quickly turn his head to see where you are.

“You likin’ the show so far?”

“Huh?” The green haired boy snaps his head back to him, blushing furiously now.

“You heard me. And don’t pretend to be so scandalized, you’re not holier than thou.”

The low voice to an almost predatory tone makes Deku drop the act. He straightens up a bit taller and his eyelids lower, his brows raised in a mocking sneer of some sorts. His lips curl and his teeth gleam in the moonlight, almost looking like fangs.

Bakugo has to remind himself for a moment not to back up a step.

“Yeah, I’m likin’ it.”

“I knew it. I bet you watched us every time we fucked, you bastard. Next time I’ll make you pay for front row seats since that’s where you always seem to be.” He crosses his arms and stares Deku down.

But the other doesn’t cower. Instead, his expression morphs into that of a weird hopeful look.

“I wouldn’t exactly say fucked is the right word. I’d say raped is better, Kacchan.”

It’s the utter confidence and ease in which he says this that makes Bakugo do a double take, his scowl breaking for a moment.

But he regroups. He knew this little shit was weird and fucked up, but he didn’t realize he was twisted beyond repair. In reality, he knew he was actually having sex with you without your full consent but hearing it from a guy like Deku made it so much worse.

It made his heart pound a little faster, while it made Dekus mouth water.

“Yeah? You liked watching me motorboat and fuck her tits? You liked hearing her scream for me, scream to get away from me too?”

And even in the shadows from the trees he can see how hard the degenerate nods his head eagerly like a dog waiting for its bone.

Even though he doesn’t like how the glint in his eyes darken with each vile word coming from his own mouth, he can’t help but go further down this rabbit hole and see how much Deku can take before he snaps-he’s never seen him so hungry for something before, except for when he would be around All Might.

So he eggs him on.

“I bet you got off on watching her struggle underneath me, didn’t you?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement to which Deku confirms.

“I did. I got off so many times I thought I’d have to get it checked out. But honestly, I think you could do better.”

Katsuki wasnt expecting that response.

“Who the fuck are you to-“

“Have you ever really savored the look of fear in her eyes? Have you ever tied her up and really played with her?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat as Deku continues.

“She’s pretty when you fill her up, but I can’t help but wonder..what would she look like with every hole plugged?”

He has no right looking so shy and nervous when such filth leaves his salivating lips. A drop of spit falls to the cobblestone and as Bakugo grimaces and steps back a bit, he realizes that he has not given his childhood rival as much credit for being a creep than he actually is.

“No fucking way. You better not be suggesting you get in on any of this action. She’s fuckin’ mine and I’ll be damned if I have to share her with some useless fuck like you.”

“I promise I won’t be useless, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to keep her moving at all times. She won’t stop bouncing when I’m with her, please, please let me give it a try too.”

And when he doesn’t look convinced, Deku rambles on like a madman. “I’ll even gag her with her own bloodstained panties so that she can shut up and I can focus better. I won’t ask you for her pussy either, I’ll take her ass or throat instead if you want!”

Katsuki wishes he didn’t hear the childhood boyish eager in his voice as he spoke.

He also wishes his dick didn’t get quite so hard when all of that was said.

“God, just shut up already, she’s getting farther now. Okay look, I’ll let you give it a go this one time only so that I can fuck her in peace without you staring at my ass the entire time.”

Dekus eyes light up and he lifts a leg over to step over the hedges. “Really, you mean it? I can fuck her too?”

Bakugo snarls and turns away, heading towards the same path you took. “Whatever, just don’t think this is gonna be a regular kind of thing. I worked hard to get myself a toy and I’ll be damned if you fuck it up for me.”

And when they both join the other towards you, there’s a moment when you glance back that you think the shadow that has been following you this whole time has turned into two.

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[darylsgirl]

I was claimed by Daryl Fucking Dixon NSFW 18+ Daryl Dixon & Reader

Summary: 

Your sick of waiting for Daryl to make a move or even speak to you and decide to dress up to do your chores hoping you’ll catch his eye.

You manage more than that He gets jealous when other men/ and one woman ;) show an interest and he admits he’s wanted you all this time an roughly claims you.

*Heyyy to anyone who reads this! If anyone reads this Haha, This is my first ever attempt at fan fic and it kind of got away from me and is a lot more intense than i thought it would be! If there’s anything you don’t like about this please feel free to tell me! I’d love to improve for my next one :) Hope y’all are having a great day wherever you are :)*

How long had it been? Since the end of it all? 

Since all those carefree nights we used to stay up drink, party & Fuck. 

Months? Years? 

It felt like all time stood still when He found me. 

I was alone, Terrified & hiding in an abandoned liquor store when I heard them, I Snuck to the window and saw the biggest herd of walkers I had ever seen. I made sure all the bottle’s i had scavenged were wrapped up in my clothes to dampen the noise and waited for a break in the herd so I could make a run for it to my bike just across the road. After what felt like hours there it was my chance i put my hand on the door handle but before I was even able to twitch the handle,  I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and drag me backwards away from my chance of escape. 

“Fuck you think your doin girl, Tryna get yourself eaten!” I stared up at the man before me with his hand still over my mouth. His angry eyes met mine and I stopped fighting gazing up into those piercing blue eyes. That was the last thing I saw before the pistol came down on my temple. 

I woke with a bag over my head and my wrists bound, I was in a car and I could hear the engine stopping and the brakes kicking in ‘Shit’ . I thought I had no time to think of a way out of this. Two doors slammed shut and I could hear two men arguing.

“Answer me, Fuck did you hit her for Merle. She’s only a girl she couldn’t av ‘urt us, She looked me in ma eyes. There was no fight just fear” 

“Bitch had it comin Daryl, Tryna kill hersel and take us with her” 

“Did’n even no we were there, Or are you that shit of a hunter yous unable to sneak up on people naw, Stop being an asshole and get the fuck outta ma way” 

The car boot opened and someone lifted me out by putting a hand under my knees and one under my head cradling me, he held me tightly with my head in his chest. I inhaled and could smell his manly scent, It was intoxicating, He held me for a moment more before he set on my feet; next the bag was ripped off my face. Instinctively I winced waiting to see if the light would blind me but all was still dark around and i could see we were in a forest.  The man with the mesmerising eyes gripped my arm and started walking me into the woods. 

A logical person would feel fear at this point but there was something about those eyes, I just trusted him.

“Got a lil way’s to go, ya ok walkin? Or you need me to carry you rest of the ways?” His southern drawl mixed with those blue eyes made my knees go weak. I stumbled slightly then stood again and kept one foot in front of the other. I nodded to the man that I was ok and kept going. 

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the edge of a camp, A few people rushed forward “Shit what happened to her?” “Has she been bit?” “Why is her head covered in blood?” “Where did you find her?”

Daryl rolled his eyes and replied “Merle, No she aint, Merle again annnd liquor store.” He said the last answer with a smirk. 

I scowled at the pair and dropped my mouth open to throw a few choice words their way when I was stopped by Merle grabbing me and spinning me round to face him, He moved some hair out of my face, fingers lingering near my mouth and said.

“Girl looks mighty fine to me, Pretty face not messed up, not one bit! And I do love me a pretty face sweetheart” he winked at me moving his hand from my mouth to my throat he pulled me close to him wrapping his other arm around my back to pull our pelvises close together so I could feel his growing erection against my stomach. “How about it honey” He said winking again  

I drew my head back with the intention of smashing his nose, When we were tackled to the floor Merle was pulled away from me and i rolled onto my back and back on to my feet, I looked back at the two brothers and saw Daryl’s hand smashing into his brothers face whilst he was shouting “I’ll mess up your face you asshole” 

Daryl was dragged off Merle by two men, Merle got to his feet and laughed “It’s allllll good baby bro, I’ll forget about this, this time. I know how feral you get when you see a pussy you wanna claim.”

Daryl locked eyes with me as Merle said this then spat at the ground at Merle’s Feet He picked up his crossbow off the ground and stormed off towards the woods shouting “Man forget ya, I had enough of your shit for one night” over his shoulder. 

That was months ago now, That night the group took me in and took care of me and I took care of them. We moved from the original camp to the CDC then a farm and now we are in a prison in Georgia. The prison has been good to us so far, there was that run in with a crazy guy who called himself the governor and we lost a few of our family. But we persevered and built this place into a home and soon started bringing in new people to help run our home and join our family. 

In the time i had been with this group i had noticed there were a lot of frustrated people here, Especially the men, I can’t get through a day without some proposition or another. I also can’t say that I didn't enjoy the attention, It had been awhile since I had felt another's hands on my body and I craved it, I craved it more than air at times and the person I craved it the most from had decided to pretend I didn't exist. But that didn’t stop me from going to bed each night with my wandering hands and relieving my aching pussy with the thoughts of his hands exploring my body and that voice groaning in my ear. Hit the spot every time. 

There had been a few men that had caught my attention but after a few conversations and meet ups with each they all started to pretend i didn’t exist the same as he had. I didn’t even get so much as a kiss from any of the fuckers and when i decided to confront them and ask why they refused to tell me and walked away. 

It had hit summer here and i had hit my breaking point, I’d had enough of being passed over and wasn’t going to take this shit anymore, I was going to make them all regret not taking me up on the opportunity when it was there for the taking.

I woke early for my shift in the fields the next morning, Still thoroughly determined to set my plan in motion I grabbed my knife and a set of clothes and set to work. I cut most of the legs off my jeans and the sleeves from my Tartan shirt. I pulled the jean shorts on and folded the legs over so they became tighter and pushed my already perky ass up. I then pulled my shirt on forgoing the usual under shirt and tied the two sides closed in a knot above my belly button so my slim waist was on display. I buttoned one button above the knot so that not too much of my bra was showing; Turning it from slutty to sexy. I pulled on my best brown cowboy boots. Combed my hair out. I was very lucky to have thick wavy hair that rarely required me doing anything with it. I just let it dry and brush, I grabbed Maggie’s make up bag and applied a small amount of make up just to accentuate my natural features.Smiling at myself in the mirror this was perfect, Let's see that southern shit ignore me now. Or any of the others for the matter. 

I sauntered out of my cell into the main block and walked the long way through the middle of everyone taking extra care to have a bounce in my step to make my boobs bounce nicely and swayed my hips more to make my ass jiggle as I walked. I greeted everyone in the same way i usually would with cheery “Good Morning’s” Instantly i felt eyes roaming my body and not just the male’s which made me grin I was happy either way. A few let out low whistles and I winked in return. This felt great. I want to feel this way every day, my pussy had soaked my panties by the time I had made it out of the block and into the yard I was panting with need. 

I took a few minutes to calm my breathing before continuing out towards the field, I glanced at the guard tower to make sure he was here today keeping watch, When i saw his leather vest and his longish wavy hair my breath quickened again, Shit it was going to be hard to get through today without a little relief, It took everything i had not to rush up the guard tower and beg him for it, Instead i continued over to the field, waiting until i was in his vision before looking up smiling and waving. Sure enough there he was binoculars in his hand staring down at me. I grinned again, wiggled my fingers at him and sauntered away from the tower. 

Luck was with me today and I was set to work on the potatoes which were planted in a perfect view of the guard house. I made sure to always face the tower when just sitting working so he had the frontal view and when I needed to bend up or down I turned my back to him so he got a great view of my ass. Everything I did that day I made sure to find some way to make it sexier. More than a few men came to bring me water or talk to me that day i gave each of them a big grin, Laughed and put my hand on their arms and send them on their way enough to make them feel there could be a chance, I felt Fucking powerful. 

At the end of the day i saw Maggie making her way over to me with a backpack over her shoulder, “Y/N I gots you a gift” she said in a sing song voice “from Merle of all people” she laughed and pulled out two big bottles of Merle’s special moonshine “I guess someone saw your production today sugar” She giggled a bit more handed you a bottle and settled down on the grass next to you. 

Daryl

Ever since Merle and me brought Y/N back to the group with us she’s been a literal pain in my pants, I'm surprised my cock was even capable of a hard on at this point as it feels like it hasn't gone down in months. So far i have managed to stay away from her as i wasn’ gonna let no bitch get the better of me and i wasn’ going to let fuckin Merle be right. 

My mind wandered back to her again when i started my shift in the guard tower that morning, I considered going into the office to rub one out but decided i'd be on the balcony waiting, I always made sure i got the shifts in this tower when she was being put in the fields, Watching her sweating down there in the heat was good enough to get me off later in the night when i was alone in the office. I lived out of this tower now as I liked it better alone even now with Merle being back in the prison, I didn’ need his shit talking around me at all hours. Not when I had my own entertainment. 

There she was right on time to interrupt me from my thoughts, Holy shit what was she fucking wearing. I grabbed my binoculars to get a closer look, When i found her again with them she was almost fucking naked by the looks of it! In tiny shorts and an even smaller top, From this vantage point i had the best view straight in her bra, I kept my eyes on her all day fuck the perimeter it’ll be fine and i’m sure some weak ass will scream and let me know. 

I watched her all day as she wiggled her hips and wiped the sweat from her chest, Turns out i wasn’t the only one watching even guys I've fuckin told before to stay away come flocking, What don’t the asshole’s understand about “i’m always fuckin watchin” by her quitting time it wasn’t just my dick that was rock hard and throbbin but also the vein in my temple that tells me i’m about to snap.

Balling my fists up i wait for her to start walking back but Maggie fuckin Greene starts walking towards her, Fuck sake. I send the next watch away and tell them ill radio to come back. I wasn’t allowing no fucker to have this view. I watched as Maggie sat down in the grass with Y/N and pulled out two large bottles. I grabbed the binoculars again. Fuckin Merle! That’s his shine if i ever saw it. Making a mental note to smack that bastard later for this. Now everyone had gone back inside it was deadly silent out here which meant their voices were carrying more than they knew and i could hear every word. I settled back down and watched the girls for a while biding my time. 

Y/N

You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes, Pop the tops off your bottles and start downing it. Maggie comes up for air first. Dropping my bottle and swallowing the harsh liquid i Cheer in celebration and yell a little too loud “that Merle may be an asshole but he sure makes some good hooch” 

“Sooooo ya had any bites today?” Maggie grins winking at you. “Yeah but not the one i want, He’s so fucking frustrating. I think I've noticed him watching me more today than he has the entire time i’ve known him” I sigh. 

“You know he's got a huge thing for you or he wouldn’t be acting like this”  Maggie Giggled. “But then who in this friggin place doesn’t especially after today! You even made my breath hitch never mind poor Glenn who had to get a shower!” “Ugh maggie he’s your guy why the hell is he looking at me!” I grimaced. She put her hand on my thigh and winked at me again “He’s got my permission, don't worry it spices things up a little” I didn’t move her hand just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh.

We both downed more of Merle’s hooch giggling and the conversation turned to a debate on the size of Daryl's dick. I lick my lips promising to tell her if I ever get my hands on it. The conversation is turning more and more heated as her hand is getting closer and closer to my throbbing core. She’s getting that close now I’m sure she can probably feel the heat coming from it.  As we are getting close to the bottom of our bottles and really starting to feel the effect Maggie still with one hand on my thigh leans close to my face and whispers “He’s stayed up there watching past his shift. Let's give him something to see hmm?” As she’s finishing the end of her sentence I bridge the gap between us and meet her lips with mine. I bring my hand up to her hair and pull her closer into me, deepening the kiss Moaning into her lips. 

Daryl 

When the girls first started chatting i wanted to find out who they could be talkin about and punch the prick out till i heard my name and if my ears weren't already prickling up they definitely were now, He heard Y/N promise Maggie that if she sees ma dick she will tell her how big. He bites his lip and decides he’ll help her keep that promise. 

He picks his binoculars back up and notices Maggie's hand running up and down Y/N’s thigh. If there were two people he thought he wouldn’t have to warn away, it would have been Glenn and Maggie and they pick a night that he’s mad as hell to change his mind about that? 

He brings one hand to his aching dick giving it a few tugs through his pants to relieve some of the pressure and brings his eyes back to them just as he sees the girls lean into each other, Shit! Shit! He doesn’t know whether to run down there and interrupt finally or let them continue. Y/N pushes Maggie to lay her fully down and straddles her hips, I grabbed my radio and called for the replacement as i couldn’t take much more.

While i waited for the lazy shit to get here i watched Y/N & Maggie get even more heated and their hands exploring each other the moaning reaching me in the tower, I look to my right and see Glenn watching from behind one of the buildings hands and lower half suspiciously hidden.

Ah hell no fuck this tower! Daryl reaches over the side and grabs the pipe work swings himself over and uses it to get down quickly. As he hits the bottom his replacement is strolling over he grabs him by the scruff of his shirt blocking his view into the field. “Put ya lazy ass in that office and don’t fuckin leave till i come back and tell ya, ya can leave. Ya fuckin hear me?” I growl at him. The kid runs into the office in the tower. I spin around pretending not to see Glenn hiding there, I ran across the field towards the girls and as i reached them i let my shadow fall over them. 

Y/N

From where i am lay on top of Maggie i watch as Daryl slides down the side of the watch tower and charges over to us, I smile against Maggie's lips when he gets closer i moan feeling her hand snake its way into my bra, Were both panting loudly and moaning when his shadow falls over us. 

He clears his throat next thinking we hadn’t noticed him there. Maggie moves her mouth to my neck and I let out another moan but this time I raise my eyes to his and lick my bottom lip not breaking eye contact. 

“Come with me...NAW” Daryl growls and grabs my arms and pulls me off and up. Maggie looks at him and pouts “oh boo Daryl always gotta ruin our fun” I wave to Maggie giggling as he starts to drag me across the field. 

“What the fuck Daryl” I try to push him off my arm but his hands are unyielding. “Shut the fuck up ill deal with ya in a minute” He growls and pushes me up against the wall of a building stares longingly into my eyes then darts his arm out and smashes someone’s head into the wall. “Didn’t think id have to fuckin warn ya Glenn, Thought it was pretty fuckin obvious. Don't let me catch ya ass again” he grabs my arm again and drags me across the court yard until we reach a secluded spot, He slams my back up another wall and presses his body up against mine keeping me pinned between him and the wall. 

“What you think you’ve been doing girl, Flaunting your shit all day for any man to beat his meat too?” 

I squirm under his gaze, Shit i think i actually pissed him off, Definitely not the emotion i was going for!

“You think i’m gonna sit by and let tha happen?” 

I find my voice, “What do you mean, You won’t let something happen. You’re not the boss of me!” you say glaring back at him, If he wants to play the pissed off game he won’t be playin it alone.

“Ya know exactly what i mean! I’ll show you who the fuckin boss Y/N” He said, pressing his hips harder into mine. I try to suppress my moan. His eye’s darken even more hearing me moan for him now. 

“Who do you think told those pricks to back the fuck away from you, They wouldn’t of just left you alone on their own naw, they needed some rough persuasion Y/N” 

I glare at him again and he pushes his hips back into mine again.”Ya gonna learn yet? Every time you glare at me, ill smash my dick into that dirty clit o urs” He explains with a wink. 

Not knowing how to respond to that You ask “You’re the reason no man looks at me anymore? What fucking business is it of yours”

“Hell fuckin yeah i am” He says with a smirk “No one will dare ya touch you if I've claimed ya, So i did” “Naw I’ve claimed you, I’ve made it very clear if anyone touches you they’ll lose a fuckin arm” He growled

“For fuck sake Daryl! You can’t just put claims on a girl you don’t even give a fuck about” I said with a snarl.

“I give a fuck, Just didn’ want ya to know i gave a fuck, I enjoyed watchin ya squirm... but ya forced ma hand and naw... Well naw i aint gonna be gentle bout it”

You close your eyes tight, If he hadn’t of “claimed” me i would be in heaven now but learning that he’s behind your dry well makes you so mad. 

“This what you were trying to get huh?” “I would of thought twice before you pulled this shit, I aint no gentle man” she breathed into her ear. His gravelly voice driving me crazy. 

I look him in the eyes and shove him hard, running back to the cell block. I took a breather when i got through the door and realised he hadn’t followed me. As i was walking past the showers a hand darted out and pulled me inside. 

“Woah what the fuck” I gasped as I felt a hand move over my ass and pull me against him, Jees i need to wear this outfit more often. 

I was pulled into the light and saw it was Zach who had pulled me in with him, Zach was one of the ones who daryl must of scared away. 

“Hey baby, Missed me?” he breathed at me. “How could i miss you zach i never got a chance to know you, You let that asshole scare you away” I said hurt 

“Gimmie another chance Y/N, ill show you a good time, This could be our secret. We could have some real fun and piss that hillbilly asshole off” He squeezes me tighter to him. 

“Gerrof Zach if your too pussy to pursue someone when warned of by a man I’ve only ever spoken to once then you’re not a guy i want any fucking part of”

“Awww c’mon you don’t mean that” he grips the back of my head and pushes his lips to mine i tried to fight him off be but he had too tight of a grip. 

A low growl came from the doorway “I believe she said to get ya bitch ass hands off her” Zach jumped back like someone had shocked him when he heard the voice. Daryl walked forward and put his arm round my shoulder “an i believe i told ya to not even look at her again bitch” His voice gets louder “Tell me asshole what did i say i was gonna do to ya?” 

H waited a moment staring at Zack “Hmm to fuckin scared to answer?” he walks forward and punches him rapidly in the face Zack goes sprawling across the shower floor. Daryl stands over him and threatens “it’ll be worse next time if you don listen to me and come near ma girl again”

Daryl turns and heads back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders again “Bet Ya glad i claimed you now” I nod slightly. I squirm out of his arms and run back to my cell, my hooch high still buzzing in my mind. Thank god without this how could i be this brave? I smile when I get to my cell wondering how long it will take him to catch me. 

I  barely had time to catch my breath before i felt him, He made no noise whatsoever like a hunter closing in on his prey.Whenever he was near me it felt like my entire body was electrified and tuned only to him. 

I spun around and my breath hitched in my throat at the sight of that venomous glare, He just stood and glared with his eye’s roaming every inch of you, You could feel every hair on your body standing to attention for him. 

In the blink of an eye he was back in front of you again pinning you back against the wall with his hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side exposing your neck. 

He looks over your body panting his eyes still liquid stone, Ever glaring. I could feel the heat coming off him in waves as he studied me. His pushed his mouth next to my ear, “When i’m finished with ya, ya legs will be useless and everyone in this damn place gon know my name. An i promise you aint gon forget who’s ya are” He paused for a second staring into my eyes, “Naw take this shit off before i rip it off ya” He said pulling roughly at my shirt.

With Shaking hands i reach up and untie my shirt and push it off my shoulders, Watching his eyes grow darker as he watched. My shirt fell to the floor he grabbed the centre of my bra “All of it” He growled. I undid my bra and threw that into the corner. He looked down at my shorts seeming impatient gripped both sides and ripped them down. He came back up to me gripped my arms and pushed me further up the wall off the floor and quickly puts his legs in between mine and rests my body on them. 

He reaches forcing my head to the side again and brings his mouth down to my neck kissing and biting furiously his other hand gripping my breast roughly, Earning a loud moan from me. I reached for his shirt desperate to run my hands on him, Before my hands met their mark he had gripped my wrists pinning them above my head. 

“Ya don’t move, Touch or make a fuckin sound unless i say so, Ya hear?” I nodded eyes growing wide at his words. He let my feet touch the ground again and tore my underwear off, He bunched them up in his hand “Mmm look how wet these pantie’s are for me girl” “Open your mouth, Naw” I obediently complied letting him stuff them into my mouth, Dying to moan under his stare. 

He stepped back and let his vest fall over his shoulders and hit the floor, He then took his shirt off and used it to bind my hands together. He stood back admiring his handiwork, I Squirmed under his lustful gaze feeling myself getting wetter by the second. I watched him slowly bring his hands to his belt unfastening it then his button and zip, His pants hit the ground and he kicked them to the side. My breath went wild when I saw him in all his glory i love a man who doesn’t wear any underwear.

He lunged forward again pulling my legs over his and wrapping leg around his hips pressing his huge dick at my entrance. It was so long and thick: my mouth started salivating instantly imagining wrapping my mouth around it. 

He pulled my underwear from my mouth and growled into my ear “Scream my fucking name” as he plunged his entire length into me, The breath was forced from my lungs “shitt, Daryl!”

“Did i fuckin stutter, I said scream it” he growled again biting my neck pulling out almost of the way and plunging deep into me again. Damn did i scream this time my eyes rolling back into my head enjoying the sensation. 

“Tha’s better now ride it bitch” 

I felt raw already from his huge length and girth filling me like i’d never been filled before. Pulling my arms around his neck to steady myself i used him to pull myself back up and then down slowly trying to adjust to his size. 

His mouth met mine in a rough eager kiss, capturing my tongue with his. He pulled his mouth back to my neck and whispered “Ya don know how long i’ve been waiting for this, Tell me how much you love my dick Y/N”

“Ahh” i cried out “so much baby so much” My eyes rolling into the back of my head still rolling my hips onto him. “Naw, Tell me who you belong to” “You” I moaned “You i belong to you daryl” I panted out. 

“Louder! I want everyone in the fuckin place to know your mine” 

“Oh god, Daryl, I’m yours! Only yours” I screamed 

“Better” He smirked. He moved my arms from around his neck and released my hand’s from his shirt. He walked backwards with me still perched on him, His legs hit the end of the bed and he sunk down taking me with him. 

“Now show me how much you love this dick”

I positioned myself better over him and sunk down to the hilt slowly savouring every glorious inch of him. My eyes shot open again moaning when my clit hit his pubic bone and i started grinding harder and faster now. 

I could feel his hand’s everywhere, God i can’t believe how long i had been longing for this moment, I cried out again. He leant up on his elbows and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth nibbling, and running his nails down the inside of my thighs. The combination was pure ecstasy. I could already feel the pressure in my mound building painfully begging to be released. 

He removed his mouth from me earning a sad moan from me desperate to feel his mouth on me, He looked back at my eye’s amusement on his face. He ran both hands up to my chest again gripping almost painfully. “And these, Who do they belong to Y/N?” “You baby, All yours” i breathed shakily. I was so close when he growled again “Say my fuckin name” My wall’s started constricting against him. “Ahh god, Daryll ....fuck Daryl” His eyes shone at my words. He was even more spurned on now. He flipped us over, throwing me into the bed and pulled my hips into the air ramming harder and deeper than before. 

“Cum for me baby” He whispered in his incredible gravelly voice.

Those four words was all I needed to push me over the edge. Crying his name out again i felt the damn of pressure welled up in me from the moment I saw him burst open. I rode out my high as hard as i could against him, I collapsed to the bed and felt him slow down, My brain fuzzy from my incredible high. I tried pushing myself up on my elbows and my eyes caught another’s at the door. 

I looked down and back up rubbing my eyes, “Shit Darryl stop!” I reached for the sheets to pull them over me. There were at least 6 men gazing in, Daryl continued unperturbed. You tried putting your hand behind you trying to push at his stomach to get his attention. He captured your arm and it around your back and pulled you up against him. 

“You think I didn't know, Now tell me again who you belong to” “Daryl please!” I said trying to cover my chest. He grabbed the sheet and flung it away. 

Rick spoke up from the back Your cheeks flushed horrified they had all seen you in the throws. “I think Daryl told you to do something, He doesn’t like to be kept waiting” He said with a gleam in his eyes. You gazed around the men seeing Rick, Zack, Merle, Glenn & i wasn’t sure who else grinning enjoying the show. I was suddenly unashamed as i felt the pressure build back up dangerously high.

Daryl seeing my eyes wander over the group wrapped my hair around his wrist and pushed my head back into the bed, Ramming harder and faster than i’d ever felt before making me scream again. “Say it” he shouted at me “Ahh shit im daryl’s, You claimed me baby” He replied “And no one else is going to make you feel this good again are they?” 

“God no, Only you, Ahh so good!”

“Ya heard her '' He said addressing the men “She’s mine. Naw you can all fuck off back to your pits and keep your fucken hand’s to your selves asshole’s” You heard Merle hoot “wooowee you get it baby brother” You stomach turned grateful daryl had told them to leave, before his body pushed another orgasm out of you. 

They all turned and left as Daryl biting my ear lobe moaned into me “Now cum again for me baby” He suddenly dove his hand under me and onto my clit. 

I instantly caved again screaming into the bed. 

Feeling my second orgasm pushed him to the brink again and he jackhammered into me. Hard. Chasing his high. I pushed back furiously desperate to feel him. I moaned “Cum in me Daryl please i need to feel you” 

I felt him explode moaning my name and grinding deep into me riding it fully out” 

He collapsed on top of me breathless. We lay like that for a few minutes when I felt him going hard in me again. He pulled out and lay back on the bed pulling me into his chest his heart still pounding in his chest.

“God girl, If i’d of known you were that good a fuck, I’d of taken you that first fucking night” A relaxed grin on his face. 

He turned and took my face in his hands kissing me softly and murmured into my lips “I hope you don’t think i'm done with you yet” He winked “I aint had a girl like you in a loooong time i aint even close to done with ya” 

He rolled back onto me pulling my lip with his teeth. “Ready?” I nodded desperate to feel him again. 

God knows how many hours & Orgasms later he fell off me pulling me close into his chest again. I passed out instantly, Thoroughly exhausted. He chuckled into my hair and followed me into blissful sleep. 

When we woke the next morning his arms still tight around me, Smiling in his sleep. 

I looked over happy wishing i could stay here forever but there was work to be done. 

I slowly picked his arm up and tried to wiggle out from under it, Before i'd gotten half way those glorious muscles had flexed and pulled me straight back into him. “Morning beautiful. Hope you don’t think your going anywhere. We’ve got so much time to make up for.” He nuzzled his face into yours sweetly. You could feel him growing hard against your hip. “Don’t worry i’m feeling responsible. I’ll make it quick!” 

He fucked me again for another hour until we were both sweaty, shaky wrecks. 

I groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up trying to stand up and instantly felt my legs buckle beneath me. He was up and caught me before i came crashing down. He laughed. “Don’t say i didn’t warn you” You laughed with him. “God, I love that sound” He said, staring into my eyes and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips. He stood and started grabbing his clothes from around the room and dressing. 

“Take your time getting up, I’m back in the guard tower again today, Don’t forget what i taught you last night” He said with a wink and ducked down to kiss me. He moved to the doorway and moved the curtain turning back at me. “Oh and babe I wanna see that outfit again today, Now i know it’s all for me” He winked again and left. 

I fell back on the bed with a huge grin on my face. Holy shit I can't wait for tonight! 

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[goldenkirstein]

aot band! au headcanons pt. 1:

pt. two here

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pairing: jean x fem! reader, eren x fem! reader, zeke x fem! reader

wc: 1.2k+

cw: smut (18+ minors DNI), reader has female anatomy, manipulation/corruption, dumbification/incoherence, sorta dubcon (?), mentions of spit, cockwarming, unprotected sex, cursing, dirty talk, creampie/breeding, cumplay, degradation, perv! zeke.

a/n: okayyyyy, so im reposting this, because i didn't like it the first time i posted it lol. i added and cut out some things still don't know if i really like it. anyways, i tried my best with tagging everything, i really hope i didn't miss anything, if i did please let me know. this is my first time writing anything smutty, i'd love to hear any feedback or criticism !!

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smut under the cut

jean kirstein

Jean would play the electric guitar.

He wouldn't have any big tattoos but tiny stick and pokes, but when he takes off his shirt, there would be this giant, intricate tattoo that spans his entire back.

He wears thin white t-shirts that cling to his body when he gets all sweaty from performing or when he douses himself in water because the lights make it really hot on stage, babe. The shirt becomes practically see-through, and when he turns around, you can see the outline of the back tattoo. You swear he does it on purpose.

HIS HANDS, calloused from hours of practice, wears chunky silver rings that make his long fingers stand out. He keeps his ring finger empty, though (he's a romantic and a big ol’ softie).

When he's writing songs or can't figure out what chord would sound right, he plays with his rings. He takes them off, sliding them up and down his finger until he's satisfied and moves on to the others.

It drives him insane if he sees you singing along to his songs at the concerts. He'll smirk at you, opting for a quick wink, before getting back to performing.

After the show, he’ll pull you into his lap, in whatever empty room is available. He’ll have his hands on your hips, the cold rings contrasting against your hot skin.

His heart would be beating so fast, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He just got off stage, and here you are, grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants, driving him crazy.

On most days, he liked it when you would fuck him post-show, sliding your skirt up and sink down on his cock.

He loved watching you fuck yourself dumb around him, tits bouncing in his face, head thrown back in pleasure. His cock would reduce you into an incoherent blubbering mess. The only thing making sense was the way you were chanting his name like a prayer.

this fucker would love to whisper the most filthy things in your ear, “you’re making such a mess around my cock, petal. You’re gonna be a good slut and clean it up after, right?”

when he’s about to cum, he turns into an absolute mess. He gets super whimpery and will hold you close to his chest as he dumps his load in you. He stays like that for a while, watching as his cum drips out of your cunt and down his dick.

He doesn’t let you get off his cock, partly because he’s so sensitive and partly because he secretly wants to stuff you full of his babies.

after he’s calmed down a bit, he’ll open his eyes and run a hand through his hair, letting out a small chuckle, “shit, baby, you keep fucking me like that and I might just have to put a ring around that finger.”

eren yeager

plays bass and is on vocals

he has a sleeve on one arm, and the other one is empty. It's pretty cohesive, and the pieces link together-think American traditional; he takes great pride in his tattoos. After all, they're pieces of art on his body.

He likes showing off on stage. He’ll take off his shirt and throw it into the crowd, and he loves hearing the screams that ensue afterwards.

Always the performer; he’ll walk off the stage and stand on the rails, getting the people in the crowd to run their hands down his sweat-slicked torso. It’s another crowd favourite.

he wears rings too, and his favourite thing to do is to get you to pull them off his fingers using your mouth. He has to coax you into each time, “I can’t pull them off by myself; they’re too tight, need your help, angel.” He just likes having you suck on his fingers; he won’t tell you that, though.

He likes the attention from the fans, but he mainly does it to get you hot and bothered. Eren stares at you while strangers are practically grabbing at him. It’s a game for him. Figure out just how many ways he can get to you.

you always avoid him after the shows, in a way to tell him that you're not impressed by the stunts he pulls.

As much as you try to run and hide, he always finds you. He’ll come up from behind, hands on your waist; you don’t need to see him to know that he’s got that Cheshire cat grin on his face.

Try to escape from his grip, and it’ll only get tighter, “what’d you think of my little performance, princess? Did it make you weak in the knees?”

He loves pushing your buttons, does everything to get a reaction out of you, try all you might, the night always ends the same way, you bent over his dressing room table, skirt lifted, panties to the side, and him fucking ruthlessly into you from behind.

the stoic front you put up would be practically erased from the way his cock slides in and out of your spongy walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

He loves hearing you beg for him; he wants to listen to the vulgar words fall from your mouth, wants to have you begging him to let you cum, pleading for him to cum in your pussy.

He’ll tease you endlessly, “what’s that angel? If you want my cum so bad, you gotta beg better than that.” In the end, he always gives in, also liking the way his seed drips out of your pulsating hole.

Before any can drip down your thighs, he’ll slide back your panties, straighten out your skirt and send you off, saying that, “it’s for later, for when you try fingering that pretty little pussy, you’ll always have a reminder of who owns it.”

Bonus: tour manager! zeke yeager:

tour manager zeke, who watches the shows from the venue’s back, keeping his eyes trained on you.

Tour manager zeke who has a reputation for being a sleazebag, a cheapskate and vile to women.

Tour manager zeke, who watches as you stay back after each show to clean up, smiling ever so sweetly at him, “no mr. yeager, I really don’t mind helping out. It’s the least I can do.”

tour manager zeke, who can’t help think of shameful things when you bend over to pick up the crumpled posters, his eyes that linger a little too long at the swell of your pert ass.

Tour manager zeke thinks about how your mouth would feel around his cock, how your eyes would tear up as he pushed your head further and further down his cock. How pretty you would look with spit and cum coating that sweet face of yours.

Tour manager zeke, who has always been kind to you, offering to take you home for the night, telling you how cute you look and how he can’t believe you’re over 18.

Tour manager zeke wants to defile you and make you his, ruin you so that you can only get off from his cock and no one else’s.

Tour manager zeke wants to teach you how to suck dick, how to ride, how to fuck.

Tour manager zeke, who treats you so nicely, putting false notions in your mind so you can let your guard down around him, hoping that one day he can shape you into his plaything.

a/n: hope the smut sounded right this time around lmao, i might scrap it in the morning again idek yet, just wanted to see if i could even write smut.

I am working on the second part of somewhere only we know !! thank you for all the love on that.

if this does well, i'd love to do a part two to this with armin, mikasa and connie, please let me know if that is something you would be interested in !!

as always, if you enjoyed, leave a like/reblog, i truly appreciate it <33

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[palbabor-writes]

Paralyse

this is for @libiraki​. ily pwetty lady (づ◡﹏◡)づ warnings: tw.dubcon, tw.cucking, SMUT/18+ only, vouyerism, fingering & other dirty things

Paralyse par·a·lyze /ˈperəˌlīz/ verb cause (a person or part of the body) to become partly or wholly incapable of movement.

It should have worn off by now.

It’s not supposed to take this long, to feel like this. It had barely hit him; there’s no way he hadn’t dodged it in time. Fucking, stupid, quirk. Why bother to activate it? What’s the use if it doesn’t kick in for hours? It hadn’t helped the man; he’d died all the same. 

Goddamn it.

Shigaraki tries to shift his fingers, his toes, his shoulders. He can sense that his brain is sending the right signals, that the correct neurons are firing, sparking, fizzing within his heavy muscles; they have to be, because he can sense the ache that they leave behind. 

But nothing changes. He’s locked in place, his head craned against the floor, eyes narrowed, teeth gritted, a thin line of drool slipping down his useless lips. 

Dabi had knocked him from the thin mattress, forcing you to crouch down beside him, telling you how to position him, to lift his chin a little more, to ensure that Shigaraki can see everything that’s unfolding before him. 

Dabi’s not supposed to be here.  

No, Dabi had said he was going to be away for the next few days, pounding the pavement and scouting for new recruits. He must have finished early, or given up. He always had some kind of excuse, some brisk wave of his long fingers, staples glinting against the dim light of the bar top, assuring his “boss” that he’d get to it, eventually. 

Shigaraki isn’t even sure how the asshole had gotten into his room.

For his part, Shigaraki had been useless for hours, collapsing soon after his return, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud, scattering dust and a sharp collection of gasps from his followers. You’d reached for him, hands tugging his head up, begging him to tell you what was wrong, what had happened.

He couldn’t say, couldn’t answer, his jaw tense, already locking up from the paralysis quirk he’d been unlucky enough to fall under the spell of.

You’d done your best to prop him back up and Kurogiri had ensured that the two of you were warped to the dark sanctuary of his bedroom seconds later, sequestering him from the prying gaze of the others.

Someone must have told Dabi. Must have said that Shigaraki was incapacitated, weak, vulnerable, leaving you, by default, ripe for the taking. 

He’d never liked that you’d elected to pair off with Shigaraki. Always snapping and baring his teeth at the two of you, angry that you’d somehow managed to slip through his mottled fingers. 

Shigaraki had done his upmost to play up on those frustrations, pleased he could rile such vehement emotions from the flame user. He’d flaunted his access to you, touching you, kissing you, marking you with dark bites and bruises. Apparently, he’d struck more than a nerve. 

Well, if turn about is fair play, Dabi’s done his best to ensure that Shigaraki has got a good view.

You’re splayed across the bed, one leg braced under Dabi’s burned skin. There are bright pricks of red and purple that litter your inner thighs, evidence of his all too hot touch against you. He hasn’t left you with a single scrap of clothing and your naked skin prickles against the heat of his fingers and the cool sucks and licks he leaves behind, evidence of his ravenous want. 

“Stop being so quiet,” Dabi chides, cerulean eyes lifting to yours, fixing you with a sharp glare. “How can he hear you if you keep biting your tongue like that? It’s not fair, is it boss?” His head whips around and he barks out a cruel laugh, teeth bright as he leers down at Shigaraki’s prone form. “Anything you wanna see? You fucked her in the ass yet?”

You gasp out a sharp whimper at his final question and squirm under his grip. Dabi looks back at you, staples pulling against the lift of his smile. “Ooooh, think I can take that as a no. Well babe, let’s put on a show for him. Let him see how to really please you, cause’ I know he hasn’t. I know you need something else, something better than the weak fucks that pent up incel has been giving you.”

One of his hands curls under your chin and you lower your head, teeth snapping, trying to catch one of those long fingers as they dance away. He just chuckles and puts more of his body weight against you, his head dipping to the line of your throat. 

“Don’t be like that. Who knows? You might like it. Might like it so much you’ll want more.”

As he presses his nose to your pulse, taking in a sharp inhale and sighing blissfully at the heady scent of you, his other hand has wandered to the apex of your thighs. Deftly, he pushes past your dampening curls and moves his middle finger along your folds, delighting in your sudden, unbidden reaction. 

Your hips coil upward, betraying you with a swiftness that makes your head spin. He’s careful to keep away from your pulsing entrance, pinching at your slippery labia as his tongue traces a wet line to your ear. 

You shake your head, angry with yourself, lifting from the tattered mattress, eyes peering into the darkness, searching for that familiar mop of white hair; looking for him, the one that you really want, you remind yourself, the man that you need. Not Dabi. Not him. You don’t...you don’t want...oh...fuck–

“There we go. I’ll make you a deal, say my name and I’ll touch you where you want me to. How does that sound? Hmmm?”

“D-Dabi! Don’t...I–”

Dabi’s found your clit.

His calloused thumb and forefinger are pinching around the bud, frigging and tweaking it until faint dots pass over your eyes. Your head drops back to the bed and your hips roll, legs unconsciously spreading, your traitorous cunt betraying you, offering you up. 

“Mmm, you look real pretty like this, so pink and...and...fuck babe, look how wet you are,” Dabi pulls away from your heat, catching the spidery strands of your arousal, stretching them across his fingers.

“No! I didn’t...I don’t want this....get off me! You...fucking...disgusting...ah–”

Your voice fades away as you watch him, eyes drifting to half mast, lungs burning as you try to contain your budding excitement. He’s licking his digits into his mouth, slurping hungrily at the wetness of your cunt, head turning back to the stiffened man behind him.

“Look at her! Can you do this? You ugly fucker? Can you make her wet from just one touch? Do you even fucking know what to do with her? You don’t deserve this, you haven’t earned it. Bet he can’t even make you cum, can he babe?”

He’s looking down at you again, one dark brow arched. “Let’s show him how it’s done. Come on doll, let me hear how much you want me.”

It’s all the warning that you have, all the preparation he allows before his fingers are slipping past the tight ring of your entrance. You neck arches under you, breasts lifting as your back bows off the bed. Before you can blink, his lips are around your tightening nipples, passing from one to the other as he strokes and teases, searching for something within you. 

“Such a good girl, saying my name like that and you’re so sensitive,” Dabi coos, tongue tickling under the curve of your breast. “Tomura, does she do this for you? Nah, I doubt it. Look how much she likes me!”

The only sound from the paralyzed form of Shigaraki is his labored breathing. It rasps across the room and it makes you shiver to know he’s watching. Before you realize what you’re doing, your arms are lifting from your sides, cupping against the back of Dabi’s head, holding him to you as you writhe and buck under his talented fingers.

Dabi gifts you a low groan, teeth dipping out, worrying your tender skin under his soft bites. “Yes, just like that. Tell me babe, tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you, I’ll make it so good you can’t fucking think.” 

You voice is frozen, trapped within the confines of your throat, but your body is speaking for you, answering him with hazy want. On an upward cant his fingertips hit something within you, something that makes a broken sigh escape your trembling lips. You can feel his grin, his lips curling, warm staples passing over you as he taps against the spot again. 

“There,” he moans, rewarding you with another press. “You like that, huh?”

“I–” you falter, mouth falling open and hips lifting. “I don’t...I don’t...”

“Don’t what?” Dabi teases, lifting his dark head from your breasts, raising those preceptive blue eyes to yours. “Want me to stop?”

“No!” you hear yourself cry out, ashamed that you’re so fucking weak, so fickle, but you can’t help it. You want more, you want him.

“Mmm, you’re ready for something else, aren’t you?”

He waits for your answer, fingers stilling within you, making your pussy clench and suck at his stationary digits, vainly asking him to continue. You lift your head, eyes pulling away from his to rest on Shigaraki, searching the vermillion, looking for some kind of answer. 

“Don’t look at him, don’t even think about him,” Dabi scolds, slick fingers snatching your chin, demanding your full attention. “Do you want my cock babe? Do you want me to fill you up?”

Your mouth has gone dry and you can’t think, not when he’s looking at you like that, not when you know Shigaraki is watching, listening, taking all of this in. He must be hard, he must be so hard and he can’t relieve himself, can’t grind his hips over the cold ground, can’t...

Dabi’s hand cracks against your side, slapping against the swell of your ass and driving you into him, bare breasts scraping against his loose shirt. “I said, don’t think about him. I’m all you need and I’m going to make you realize that, one way or another.”

He shoves you back down, a large palm spaying over your collarbone as he rids himself of his dark pants, freeing his heavy, dripping cock and giving it a few quick tugs. 

Your eyes drift downward, widening as you take in his thick girth and gleaming piercings and the gasp that leaves you is all the encouragement he needs. As soon as the exhale leaves your lungs he’s driving forward, splitting you open and flashing you a wild grin as you brokenly call out his name.

“That’s it baby, say it again, tell me again. Say my fucking name,” Dabi laughs, pulling his hips back slowly, watching as his length emerges from your cunt, glistening and wet.

“D-Dabi,” you groan, toes digging into the sheets, bracing yourself for another rough cant, ready to feel him again. 

“Again,” he pants, picking up his pace, his thumb reaching for your throbbing clit. “Say it again. I don’t think he can hear you.”

Shigaraki is mumbling something, his voice hitting a frantic note. It might be your name, it might be a curse, it could be anything, but, at this point, you’re too focused on Dabi to care. He feels good and those piercings of his are heating up, scraping against you until you’re a shivering mess.

“Harder!” you beg, fingertips reaching for the skin of his mangled hips, curving over the slope of his ass, pulling him into you. “Fuck me harder, Dabi. Give me more!”

“Such a good girl,” Dabi laughs, slinging your shaking legs over his shoulders. “Hurry up and break outta that quirk boss. I wanna see what she feels like with two of us. It’s waaaay past time you broke her ass in. Just think how tight this cunt of hers will feel then. Ah, fuck...yes baby, just like that, do that again.”

Shigaraki is gasping behind the two of you, his throbbing cock leaving wet drips against the front of his pants. You look so good. Goddamn it. Why the fuck do you look so good? He should kill Dabi, just reach out for that nasty skin of his and crumple him to dust, but he’s right. Shigaraki wants to see what you feel like with two dicks. Will it make you tighter? Will it feel good? How loud will you scream for him when he shoves past the puckered ring of your ass?

God.

His arms are starting to tingle and he can feel his toes again. Not long now, he thinks, watching as Dabi pounds you into the ratty mattress, dragging more whines and gasps from your pretty lips. He’ll get his due and he’ll show you what a fucking slut you are, show you just how much you need him.

How much you need both of them. 

notes: sigh, it got too long :(             

#drabble #kinda? #idk #i cannot write small #sigh #for libi #libiraki #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #tw: dubcon #tw: cucking #bnha smut

[jadelynlace]

ABC’s of Ink Drinker’s Ivar [NSFW]

you can find the complete & blank list here

catch up on the shit show, I mean series, here

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ivar always was slightly clingy after sex, which struck you odd because most one night stands aren’t, and then when you two started fucking on the regular, you swear that it worsened. He’s a very neat man, and he cleans up after himself. On the instances that he’s not wearing a condom, or he’s getting off over you, he’s always there to clean you off. Quite honestly, this man is a gentle giant with you and after sex he’s no different. But God he gets so fucking warm.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He loves his own torso, because it covers you completely—it makes you look so small under him and that turns him on to no end. But on you? If he had to pick one (please don’t make him), he would say your tits, because he’s a dog, but he would then say your collar bone. His forehead fists perfectly against it while he drills into you and you always reach to give his head scratches after he comes down from a particularly intense release, while his head is on your collar bone. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh, my lord. Ivar has a cream pie kink. Ivar has a cream pie kink and he does not realize it until you two start screwing without a condom. Even on the pill, you still make him wrap it before he taps it because your job calls for the odd hours, and you take those pills as you remember, not as you should. You know they work, it’s just less effective when they’re not precisely at the same time. Anyways, Ivar loves (which is too weak of a word) to watch his cum drip back out of you. The kinky mother fucker has given you head while his cream pie leaks out of you and he loves it. There are few occasions where he’ll finish on your chest, and it’s mostly if you ask nicely or you’re jerking him off. He has pictures of your tits covered with his cum, and if it was socially acceptable, they’d be his home screen on his phone.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Period sex. Ivar loves, in his own words “most types of sex” but period sex was something you honestly did not anticipate. The blood doesn’t phase him, but what he loves is how sensitive you get in your cycle, how orgasms can dull the cramps and how snug you seem to be when you’re on your period.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Alright, so Ivar was a loner in high school, right. He hated everyone, he kept to himself, he had a few close friends that weren’t related to him and that was all he needed. He went off to school and changed his appearance: bulking up, growing his hair out, the tattoos, and it got the notice of women and he did his share of one night stands but Ivar doesn’t really….like those. (Don’t gasp.) He wanted a real connection, and not one that started at his dick and ended in some chick’s pussy. He wasn’t as experienced as say, his bothers, when you two met, but he learned quickly what you liked. The first time you said “just like that, Ivar…” he swears it was the best thing he had ever heard. Until you told him you were coming. Then that was the best thing he’s heard.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Missionary—he loves how small you look under him. Doggy is a close second because watching his hand print darken across your ass is a near artistic sight. He also is a lover of slow, morning sex, while he’s spooning you and neither of you are fully awake (but have talked about this idea prior), and neither of you have to be anywhere that day. It often starts out as cock-warming, but he can’t just not move when your walls flutter around him. You’ve gone back to sleep with his release drying some between your thighs.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Ivar is a closeted dork. A geek. A fucking nerd, if you will. He’ll geek out about his favorite things, and that’s usually the goofiest you’ll see him. Yes, he has light sabers, yes, they’re for if his nephews come over (a great lie!) and that’s the extent of how silly he will be. Involve a few kids, Ivar is a different man.

But, during sex? He’s focused, he’s driven, because when he makes you come, you come hard, and he needs to see it or he may die. Ivar is the most present when he’s dedicated to making you feel good.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ivar doesn’t necessarily shave down there, or anything. The man can hardly grow facial hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

There’s a different Ivar that comes out when he’s making love to you. There’s no exchange of words, not that there needs to be, but lots of eye contact, and sweet noises from both of you. After you both come down he’ll tell you, again, that he loves you. 

J = Jack off (Masturbation Head-Canon)

You two are no strangers to sexting. You have gotten a fair share of dick pics from this man because he is simply insatiable. When you work long hours he holds himself with his left hand but it’s never, ever the same. He knew he was royally screwed (heh, pun intended) the first time he jacked off in the shower a few days after your first hook up, and your name came out of his mouth when he came.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I’ll have to write a book, hold on. A few: breeding, cream pie, spanking, choking, period kink, there’s a uniform kink he has for you and he will not admit to it but you know he has one. And he knows that you know.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

For so long it was hidden from everyone and Ivar likes to keep it that way. Even once you two are official, he wants the privacy. But also, anywhere in his apartment. Anywhere in your apartment. You two are home alone? No place is safe from getting fucked on.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Ivar loves when you palm him, when you talk utter filth to him. You work at a firehouse, you’re around guys all the time, but even the vulgar speech that you have already was nothing compared to the first time you told Ivar everything you wanted to do to him, and everything you wanted him to do to you.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share you, with anyone. He kinda hates that you have a vibrator for when he’s not around.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh god, Ivar would go down on you for days if he could. He loves when you’re all he can feel, smell and taste. You have never met a man who loved giving you head as much as Ivar does. Now, he loves to get head too, but only on his terms. Let me explain: when you submit to him, and you’re between his legs and he can hold you on his cock, pull you off and see the strands of saliva connect back to his shaft, tap your cheek and push you back onto him. Yeah, he likes that.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on the timing. He can be fast when he just wants to fuck you—when nothing else matters and he needs the release, or when you do. When you want him to take complete control and ravish you. Your jobs calls for a lot of things you can’t control, even as you’re trained to try to control them. And things don’t always work in your favor but when you want Ivar to take care of that mental block? He’s there. 

Now, Ivar worships the ground you walk on, he worships you. This man will take his time, his sweet time, working you both up, tipping you both over and holding you as you come down. Your body is his to pleasure, and he makes sure you feel that.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You two once had a quickie in his back office at the tattoo shop. He couldn’t look his client in the eye because he was still thinking about it while he was putting a tattoo on that man. Trying not to pinch a tent while he stabbed this man repeatedly with a needle. So, Ivar really likes to take his time with you and your body when you two have sex. A quickie is called a quickie for a reason, but he has about 10 reasons why he fucking hates them.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

You tell Ivar you want to try something, he’s already thought about is 80 times, imagined his way through it (in the shower, jacking off) and he’s usually game. He has a few hard no’s, and you know them. It took you a few tries to get him to choke you, because he knows how physically strong he is and he was nervous he would hurt you. If you control the experimenting; tapping his wrist when it’s too much, holding his wrist in place when you want more, then Ivar is much more open to trying it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Ivar holds the world record in orgasms, you’re pretty sure. There’s no way this man has this much cum, and he can still have a load that size on his fourth release.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You have a vibrator. Ivar takes the batteries out of it. He wants to be the only one, and only thing that can pleasure you, and he is. You two used the vibrator once and you came so fast Ivar didn’t even have a chance to watch it and oh, he likes to watch it.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Ivar loves to tease. He loves the challenge because you challenge him right back, and it’s a verbal war of foreplay that no one has caught on to yet. If Ivar feels particularly dominate, and there are days where he needs control of something, he’ll edge you. He’ll edge you until you’re far past begging because he know when you finally tip over the edge it’s an explosion. He’s basically a God at that point, he thinks.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. Ivar is loud with you, because he knows you like the sounds, and quiet honestly, you could put duct tape on this man in any circumstance and he would be able to talk through it. He’s got a big fucking mouth, and sometimes it shows. Like when he’s balls deep inside of you.

W = Wild Card (A random head-canon for the character)

The first time you went down on Ivar and he came in your mouth he almost apologized because he had never come that fast before.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Have you seen this man? He’s tall, he’s wide, he’s menacing (in the good ways) and he’s just…large. You expected him to be packing. You did not expect him to be packing that much. When you look at him and go “You’re so big, Ivar,”, he thinks his body goes into shock. Or cardiac arrest. He wants that phrase on his tomb stone.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Is the sky blue? Yes. Well, his sex drive is about the same height as the sky. 

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Sleep does not come easily to Ivar. His mind is his best tool and worst enemy and for someone who drinks as many energy drinks as he does, you still have no figured out how he hasn’t just crashed. And slept for a week. Ivar usually stays awake, even after sex, a long night or not, while he’s holding you. His brain does grant him peace at times, but Ivar is very content to just have you in his arms while you sleep. Because he cares more about your health than his own.

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Marked II

Author’s Note: Hello, people! I hope all is well out there! Here is a second part of Marked! I hope that you enjoy it! Let me know what you think! My taglist, requests are open, but I’m slow with the writing here lately. I apologize!

Pairings: Alpha!Henry Cavill x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Dub!Con, Masturbation, Omegavers, Smut 

Henry Cavill M A S T E R L I S T

The room smelled of fresh pine, maple syrup, and eggs, a delightful thing to wake up to in your own house and not a stranger’s. You shift beneath the red covers, sitting up in the bed and staring at the plate in front of you. Henry had cooked; there was no walk of shame when breakfast was involved. “About time, you woke up.” The groveled voice of Henry sent sensations down your body, last night still lingered down your body. The kisses on your thighs, the bite mark on your chest. Everything raged for him.

“I didn’t mean to stay the night.” But you were not going to apologize, the sheets were soft, the food was hot, and so the hell was he. The plate called your name, and you answered, picking up the white plate with a blue rim and the fork.

“I don’t mind, I called into work, had some other things I wanted to do.” Henry cocked his thick brow and smiled. “You seemed to sleep pretty well.”

“Yeah.” You started with the bacon, savoring the sweet and salty flavor before clearing your throat. There was no doubt something in you had changed in one night. “So, where do we start?”

“I’m sorry?” He looked confused, but you were not convinced.

“You bit me…” The oversized shirt hung from your shoulder, already making it easy for you to show him the bit mark mid-chest. “Called me… omega,” You swallowed the remaining bits of your bacon.

“That’s what you are, omega.” Henry was a well-toned type of animal, his muscles flexed with each move he made, and he was bulk. And now, for some reason, the only thing you could think when he was near you was how his weight would feel on top of you.

“I don’t know what that is, and nor do I want to hear about it. I want a formal apology for you biting me, and I want you to put on a damn shirt.”

“Am I bothering you?”

“Yes.” You started on the eggs, closing your eyes as you savored the first bite swirling with butter and just the right amount of seasonings. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“You’re welcome.” He shook his head. “Get some clothes on, pet.”

“Pet?”

“Yep.” He turned from the room and headed down the hallway that seemed narrow in comparison to him. “You have a few minutes to get dressed, and we are leaving.”

“To go?”

“Hurry up,” Henry added.

 It was odd being across the street from your own home but dressing somewhere else. He had been nifty while you slept, using your keys to get clothes from you all the while hiding them from you so you could not go home. You hopped quickly in the shower, equipped with a glass door. It was evident that he was watching; you could not determine if you were pissed or happy to put on a show.  The soaps appeared to be all-natural, the smell of the oils hitting your nose, adding a sense of calm to everything, even though you were anything but calm.

Henry had chosen another dress; you pandered between it being easy to access or the sight of your legs, being the reason why he chose them. Either way, you put on the ivory dress garnished with pink and yellow flowers with a smile, this dress made you think of home. There was no hope to comb your hair; he wouldn’t have known the right supplies anyhow. He waited stoically on the bed as you dressed, admiring you as a wolf would his prey, eyes narrowed and tongue sliding across his lips.

“See something you like.”

He chuckled. “That cocky attitude has to disappear before we head to the Den.”

“The Den.”

“You’ll see.” He stood from the bed, revealing the simple outfit he’d chosen for himself. A white t-shirt the clenched onto those muscles like a glove and dark denim jeans that perfectly hugged his ass. Damn if you weren’t near salivating yourself. “Come on.”

 The Den, it was nowhere near the one-way street downtown, like everything else. It was ‘up the way,’ as he said three or four times when you asked Henry. He liked to sing, though every note was offkey; you wanted to watch him do it. He had not one care in the world other than you, and one day in or not, it was more than any of the other men you dated had to offer. The windows were down, and the woody smell only grew stronger the further you drove down the backroad.

“I shouldn’t trust you this much, you know?”

“And why not?” Henry glanced from the road to meet your eyes.

“You could be a killer.”

“I would have killed you already if I were a killer.”

“Some wolves like to play with their food.” You quipped.

“Touché.”

The Den appeared in your view; it was an ominous as you pictured. A cabin-like bar with people standing outside around fire pits. Country. You liked the aesthetic, wasn’t precisely sure if you wanted to be a part of it. He opened the door for you, taking your hand in his to help you step out of the truck.

“Henry.” The hulk of a man walked over to the two of you, burly and covered with hair.

“Jason.” He smiled.

“Omega.” He bit his lip, “She is nearly in heat.”

“I know,” Henry whispered as he walked towards the door, he left you standing alone while he started to converse with Jason.

Every free eye in the area was on you, and the whispers had started. “Scared?” The friendly voice startled you, but he was there to catch you, chocolate eyes met yours as soon as you found your balance.

“No, for what…” You shrugged. “I don’t know these people.”

“But they know you, omega.”

“Okay… what the fuck is an omega?”

“Well, you’ve been marked.” He pointed at the bite mark on your chest. “Your scenting too.”

“Get the fuck away from her.” Henry barked, and the guy scrambled away with his hands up. “Why didn’t you come with me?”

“You left me standing here!” You growled. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

They all looked as if you had broken the law, disgruntled and in awe, everyone but Henry. “You have a fucking cub’s mouth.”

“Cub? Look fucker and all of your equally fucked up friends…”

“She needs training.”

“Enough, Y/N.” Henry was in front of you in a few seconds, he pulled at your arm moving you up the steps and into The Den. And the inside appeared not to be what you thought, there wasn’t a dancefloor, a stage or even a full bar. There was a small bar, no dance floor, just a long hallway leading to a few different rooms.

“Henry.” You whispered.

“Shut up.” He answered once you were to the room. He pushed you inside, and there was nothing fancy about the place, just a bed.

“Why am I here?”

“Because,” he touched your neck. You’d started sweating. The drip was on his fingertips and took them in his mouth, closing his eyes and then growling. “You’re mine.”

“Bullshit excuse, and also no the fuck I’m not.”

“I marked you.” Henry touched your chest. “I made sure the entire pack knew to fuck off…”

“Pack? Omega.”

“Yeah, piece it together.” He moved towards you, shrouding you in his height, his presence in general. His eyes flickered amber, and those beautiful canines made their appearance.  Henry had made the thing known; he took what he wanted. He delved his fingers under the line of your panties and groaned. Why the fuck did you go weak when he was around you? They pulled the delicate fabric, and his teeth nipped at your neck. His tongue swiped the sweat, and you felt him hard behind you, instinctively you pushed your ass on him, and to your surprise, he stepped back.

“Since you have no fucking manners, I’ll make you wait.”

The sunset after a few hours, the golden hue of the room faded into the dark, and the only thing that could genuinely be heard was the rustle of the leaves outside the window door along with the occasional bustle of laughter from the men outside. It was no light, or at least you could not find one, you even clapped twice with hopes it would trigger the lights to come on, but there was nothing, just darkness. There was an innate part of you that wanted to try to break down the door and run, but from the looks of the guys in the house, they would not have allowed that to pass unnoticed.

There was no service in the god forbidden place, any call you’d tried would not even ring. You’d given up two hours ago, but your phone had not been rendered useless yet. Music was your only comfort in the place.

The smell of honeysuckles was prominent, a scent that you hadn’t smelled in years. The sweet floral scent was soothing; you stretched out on the bed, parting your legs.  Hunger. It had been a while since you truly valued yourself, took the time to give yourself pleasure. This was good as time as any. Your fingers start first exploring the smooth slope of your legs, the curves and dimples all accentuated by the slow pace you’d made for yourself. You’d enjoy yourself, even if he didn’t want to.

You were already wet, pushing your legs together for a moment, and you had drenched your panties and tossed them aside. Moments of last night flashed before your eyes, Henry had a way about him, that fucking muscled body over yours was the first. He had a way of commanding what he wanted, and he hadn’t said one fucking word. You traced over the sore areas of your thighs, the place he’d been anchored in for half the night, and then to your pussy. You were swollen at the thought, pulsing for him. You dipped your fingers into yourself, noticing how you dripped down the curve of your ass without even starting. Fuck.

The slim fingers plunged into you, and you moaned. Fuck, you should have been doing this from the start. The melodic sounds of the Summer Walker filled your ears; Girls Need Love fuck the words the song gave a feeling that was unmoved. Your nipples hardened against your bra, feeling fuller as you gripped them with your free hand and plunged back into your pussy with the other. Your walls were tighter, hungrier than you’d ever noticed. You slipped out, and you wasted no time pressing them upon your clit, rubbing in planned circles. If your clit was a safe, you knew the combination to get you where you needed to be.

Maybe you didn’t notice the door open because your eyes snapped shut, perhaps you didn’t give a fuck who saw you, but the bed dipped down as Henry sat at the edge of it. You couldn’t stop, him being around made it mandatory that you came. You rode your fingers, pushing them back into you, winding your waist before finding a rhythm that suited you.

You didn’t halt when you felt him in between your legs, the heat building as you worked harder, and then it boiled over when his long tongue met your clit. You came, the cum gushed out of you, and your head swirled. The bed was wet, but Henry didn’t seem to mind. He leaned closer, sucking at your clit and then lapping up the sweet slick that came from you. You knew now that the distinct earthy smell was him, as it intensified the closer he got.

His inhaled. “Making you mine was the easy part.” He said.

“You didn’t ask.” You said through labored breath before yelping again.

“An alpha doesn’t ask an omega. He claims her… is that not what you want?”

“I want to know more about you,” Your confession was drenched in lust, your fingers pulled at the curls in his head.

“You’re so sweet Y/N.” He sucked at your clit again, this time riling you to nearly cum again just from that, but he didn’t. You were wound tight, nerves tingled throughout your whole body, and all you wanted was to have him inside you again. Henry cupped your breasts, squeezing them to near pain and then releasing.

You sucked air through your teeth as he moved over the mark on your chest, and only moans can escape after. He tugged at your nipples, twisting, and edging the pain, then he would stop. Lap the juices from your pussy up again and laugh when you whimpered in defeat. He infuriated you.

“Don’t you want me to fuck you, Y/N.”

“Please.” Was it proper to beg, plead for this man to give you what you wanted? “Please, Henry. Fuck.”

In response, he hovers over you and plants a soft kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself; the sweetness resembles the same honeysuckles that had filled the air. What the fuck was going on? His mouth brushed down to your taut nipples, the beard tickling while he sucking at them for a moment, and then his teeth made an appearance biting until you squirmed away and then moving to the next. “I want to mark you again.” He whispered. “I want every fucking person in that room over there to know that this sweet pussy is mine.”

“Do it.” You moaned.

He grinned down at you; the sly smile was full of satisfaction and a carnal lust you’d never experienced. “I will, pet.” He pushed your legs further apart and found the spot that suits him well. He had on no pants, the heat of his heavy cock hung right on your thigh, there was no patience in you. You reached down, taking the weighted cock in your hand then lined him up to enter you, one hard stroke would be all it took to get there.

“Fuck me.” You begged. “Please.”

Henry obliged, thrusting into you so hard the headboard knocked back in response. The mewl that came from you only ignited him more. He slammed into you again and again. It was a moot point to beg for harder or faster because he knew when you wanted it. His pace was untamed, animalistic as he pinned your hands above your head and fucked you.

“Please, don’t stop.” You panted on the precipice of another orgasm. You’d lay beneath him all day and get fucked if it felt this exhilarating. “Please.”

Henry didn’t stop; he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to. Never had he been inside someone that fit him this perfectly. He wanted to mark you again, make you know he was serious when he said you were his. He flipped you on top of him, and he slipped out. You were so wet it was hard not to slip out. He didn’t mind. He liked it.

You didn’t pause the fucking, mounting him and placing your hands on his chest to anchor you. You bounced on him watching that perfect mouth form an O each time you sunk and took more of him than he thought you could make. He pushed the limits fucking you back, and all you could do was throw your head back and take it all.

His moans were louder now; he gripped your hips, guiding you over his cock, he wanted this to last longer, fuck you until you couldn’t stand was his goal since you could handle it. Your pussy clenched around him like a velvet glove, and a scream erupted from you. He was swelling; you loved it when he got bigger. You didn’t even think that it was fucking possible, and here he was fucking growing harder, longer, and bigger inside of you.

“You want this cum in you, pet?”

You shook your head vigorously riding the high of your climax, plus the way he felt inside of you when he came was unexplainable. “Please.”

Henry slammed up into you, knocking you forward so that you were on his chest. He loved to grip your ass to make you meet his strokes. He was fucking you faster, growling like the animal he had grown to be with you, and then it happened again. His cock swelled, he locked into you, and he came with a carnal noise that triggered you again. Fuck he was perfect if this was what it meant to be marked… then you wanted it every fucking day.

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Both Ends Burning: Teaser

Vices Assemble: Chapter 5.1/?

Pairing: crime bosses!Stucky x fem reader

Words: ~1.8k

Summary: Steve isn’t too happy with how you handled things while he and Bucky were out of town.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m and f receiving oral, anal play, mmf threesome, mild daddy kink), almost no plot, sub Bucky, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I’m steadily working on completing this whole chapter, but felt like giving you all a little teaser since this section is pretty standalone. Enjoy!!

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Steve had been sullen and grumbly for the past 12 hours.

He’d been hesitant to leave you in charge while he and Bucky had to negotiate in Toronto, but Buck was adamant you could handle it, that they trusted you enough to make you number three and share their bed with you, they should be able to trust you to handle operations for a weekend. Plus, Sam was going to be there with you, what was the worst that could happen?

Apparently, you killing one of their capos by throwing him off a roof in front of the rest of them was the worst that could happen. Sam had sounded like he had been holding back laughter when he gave him the call, and Steve hadn’t even given him the chance to explain what had happened before he was almost crushing his phone in his fist.

Bucky was nothing but amused at the whole situation. Steve was such a drama queen, of course he was going to throw a damn tantrum. He muttered mindless endearments at his partner as he ranted on the flight back to New York, rolling his eyes as he listened to the man lament ever bringing you into the fold for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Baby, don’t act like that pussy wouldn’t have sucked you in no matter what.” God, the man was stubborn. You’d already made them a shit ton of money implementing your changes to their distribution network, but Steve needed to be in control.

“No, that’s all you Buck.” Still fuming like an volcano, he was constantly going back and forth between slapping your gorgeous face when he saw you and fucking the shit out of you until you agreed to be reasonable. “I’m not the one who thinks with my dick.”

“Maybe, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have you whipped, though, daddy.” Bucky just laughed when Steve growled at him, leave it to that cocky bastard to start using his pet name against him. You were such a bad influence.

They stopped their conversation when they pulled up to the offices, Steve shrugging uncomfortably when he stepped out of the town car and ignoring Bucky’s eager grin as he tried to come up with a way to get a handle on you.

He thought he might soften once he actually set eyes on you, but when they walked into the office to find you with your feet propped on the desk and sipping some gin while you laughed uproariously at something Sam said just made him angrier.

“Well, hello there boys!” You beamed between the two of them, winking wickedly at Steve before opening your arms to Bucky and letting him kiss you deeply when he crawled into your lap. “Did you miss me?”

“Get the fuck out, Sam.” Steve ran his hand over his face in frustration, glaring at you as you nipped at Bucky’s lips while keeping your eyes fixed on his.

“Sure thing, boss.” The man just shook his head as he stood from his lounging position. “Boss.” He nodded to Bucky. “Boss lady.”

“Bye Sammy!” You purred when Bucky started nuzzling at your throat, giving Steve a mocking pout. “That was awful rude, Stevie. What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

“Seriously?” He just scoffed at you, trying not to lose focus when Bucky ripped your blouse open and popped your tits out of your bra so he could suck on your nipples with a low hum. “The name Gentry mean anything to you?”

“Oh, that.” You bit your bottom lip teasingly, tangling your fingers in Bucky’s hair while he whined against your breast. “That fucker deserved it.”

“I dunno what our most established lieutenant could have possibly done to deserve getting thrown off a fucking building.” He was trying his absolute best to keep from getting hard, but when you spread your legs wide so Buck could slide between them he almost lost it. “Please, enlighten me.”

“He- oh Bucky, baby, fuck.” Your eyelids fluttered when he dragged his tongue over your clothed core, the soft moan that escaped from you making Steve’s cock twitch. “He was stealing from you.”

“What?! Bucky, give it a fucking rest!” His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were creaking, the veins in his neck bulging as he tried to restrain himself from striding forward and ripping his baby boy from between your thighs so he could bury himself in you and fuck out his frustration.

“Nu-uh, you stay right there, baby.” You wrapped your thighs around Bucky’s head and held him close, grinding your hips into his face as he tugged your panties to the side and started dragging his tongue over your pussy in slow stripes. “That dumbass so-called ‘King of Manhattan’ started fudging his sales as soon as you brought in that new shit from Miami. God, Buck, right there.” His lips wrapped around your clit and you arched your back into him. “Trying to poach your established clients too, had to let the other assholes know that wouldn’t be tolerated.”

Steve was furious. Aside from the fact that one of those morons they had let roll over from the previous organization had betrayed, the fact that you had been right about not trusting those idiots was making him see red.

“What about the others?” He was going to murder someone, he didn’t think he’d ever been this angry, all he wanted was to fuck you and Bucky until he couldn’t think anymore.

“I’m auditing the other boroughs now… mmm.” Bucky must’ve found the right spot, because your entire body jolted suddenly while you let out a satisfied hum and almost snapped his neck with your thighs. “Aww, looks like daddy’s mad, why don’t you go help him out, baby?”

Bucky whined when you tilted his chin back with one finger, his eyes blown wide and his cheeks and chin covered in your slick as he turned slowly on his knees to face Steve. The blonde growled from deep in his chest when you stood up and gripped Bucky’s jaw, dragging him forward until you were practically throwing him at Steve’s feet. You bent to give him a sloppy kiss before straightening back up and cupping his cheek gently, using your other hand to undo Steve’s belt while you mouthed at his neck.

“You’re a manipulative bitch, you know that?” He rolled his eyes before turning his head to smash his lips to yours, groaning when you freed his cock and wrapped your fingers around it to slap against Bucky’s cheek.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m so good at my fucking job.” You purred when he sucked a bruise against your jaw, drawing your fist over his length while you guided Bucky’s head so he could suck on his balls. “Just fucking relax, Stevie.”

You gave Bucky a light slap before shoving Steve’s cock in his mouth, smirking at the desperate, muffled keen that escaped from his painfully stretched lips when he started fucking his own face. Steve let out a low moan when you stroked his tongue with yours, one of your hands winding through his hair while the other yanked his trousers the rest of the way down.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?” He gasped when you released him, pressing your lips over the curve of his shoulder while your hand slid down his spine and slowly traced over the upper curve of his ass. “Baby, Jesus.”

“Look at you taking such good care of your daddy, pretty boy.” Bucky whined around Steve’s cock at your praise, blinking up at him with big doe eyes while drool leaked from the corners of his mouth. “To answer your question, Stevie, I’m helping you relax.”

“Unh… fuck.” The way Steve’s voice cracked when you spat on his pretty hole before sliding a finger inside him had your clit throbbing, your chest pressed tight against his back as you kissed the back of his neck and started fucking him with your hand. “Oh god.”

“Close enough.” You could tell he wanted to growl at your cocky retort but then you were stroking his sweet spot and he couldn’t think about anything else.

Between the way you were stretching him open and Bucky was swallowing him whole his knees were starting to feel weak, his back arching when you slipped in a second finger so he could let you catch his lips with yours. Bucky was humming around Steve desperately as he gazed up at the two of you, his cock twitching as he brought a hand up to wind his fingers through Steve’s with a needy little whine.

“Shh, didn’t forget about you, baby.” Steve broke away from you reluctantly so he could look down at Buck, stroking his hair soothing as he started grinding his hips against his face. “Look so fucking pretty on your knees for your daddy. You want me to fill that gorgeous mouth with my cum?”

The pitiful whimper he let out was the only answer Steve needed, his pleasure already so close with the way you were milking him. You practically squeezed him from the inside and he choked on a moan, shoving his hips into Bucky’s face as his cock jerked and thick, warm ribbons of his cum shot against the roof of his mouth. He almost collapsed when you kept fucking him through it, prolonging his pleasure until poor Bucky was almost suffocating from the sheer volume of it.

“Buck? You good, pretty boy?” You were practically holding Steve up when he pulled out of Bucky’s mouth, running your fingers over his chest and beaming at the filthy grin the brunette gave you. “See Stevie? Nice and relaxed. You boys might want to get cleaned up, we’ve got a meeting in an hour. Something about a dead lieutenant.”

Steve couldn’t even muster the will to get angry as he collapsed into the chair behind him, running his fingers through Bucky’s hair when he rested his head on his knee and panted.

“Told ya, daddy.” Ok, now his annoyance was starting to come back. “She’s got you whipped.”

“You fucking brat.” He ignored the low chuckle Bucky gave him, his lips tracing over his thigh before he nuzzled into his hips. “I’m gonna take that sass out on your ass in front of that bitch tonight, just you fucking wait.”

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