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one of the boys // charles leclerc

summary: she's worked for ferrari for four years now. four years that only let her feelings for their number one driver grow stronger and stronger, until she wishes that charles leclerc would stop seeing her as just one of the boys, and start seeing her the way that she sees him

pairing: charles leclerc x mechanic! reader

warnings: ferrari fuckups, sexual tension, sad charles, actually charles goes through a whole range of emotions, matchmaker seb, mentions of workplace harassment, set in the 2022 season when charles won australia, sexual innuendos and references.

she sat on the halo, her feet resting against the seat as she leaned over the engine compartment, her boiler suit tied off around her waist and her hair pinned to the back of her head as the bahrain sun beat down.

ferrari had bottled it again. which meant double-duty for the pit crew to fix it for jeddah.

the radio hummed softly in the background as she cursed, losing her grip on the ratchet. when the engine fried itself, it had also made the parts a lot harder to take apart.

"fucking hell." she groaned, resting her head against the cool, red body of the car. "vasseur was supposed to fix this."

"what are you still doing here? you should have left at least an hour ago?"

the movement in the garage, as well as the voice breaking the almost-silence was enough to get her to look up, heart hammering against her ribcage.

the same annoyingly alert reaction that she'd had to his presence for the last two years.

"charles. what are you doing here?"

"hiding." the driver smiled sadly. the balaclava lines had faded fomr his face, but she could still see the sweat in his hair, the scent of the race mingling with his team-sponsored cologne. "you know how it is after a weekend like this."

"yeah, i do." she could feel the blush creeping onto her face, and she subtly pinched herself to try and make it go down. charles leclerc couldn't give her butterflies, it wasn't right. technically speaking, he was her superior.

but that didn't change how much she cared about him, how much she longed to feel the monegasque's lips against hers

"you should not be working. come out with the rest of us, we're getting drinks and commiserating. did i use that word right?"

it was hard for y/n not to smile at charles' attempt to learn the english language. he had a fantastic grip on the language, but when he tried to use larger words to sound cooler, it was usually followed up with uncertainty, all adding to what she liked to call his 'boston terrier energy'.

"yeah, you got that one right." she chuckled, dismounting the car, pain rocketing through the nerves in her feet as she hit the ground too hard. "that's a beauty of a car. such a shame that the scuderia doesn't know how to treat it properly."

standing next to charles, she was all too aware that she was wearing nothing but a sports bra on the top half of her body, and she wondered if she could pull her boiler suit back on without charles noticing.

charles snorted. "try driving that thing."

she patted him on the shoulder, a sad smile on her face. "give me ten minutes to go put some proper clothes on, and then we'll go out somewhere. drinks are on me, god knows you deserve it."

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"seb, i don't know what to do!" y/n groaned, face against the tabeltop as the german man laughed.

sebastian vettel had been the closest thing she had to a father when she was on the road with the scuderia. in all fairness, the job with ferrari hadn't even been what she went to school for. she had picked engineering at college because it was what everybody else was doing, and she'd stumbled upon this job by accident with the promise of travel. when she was starting to regret everything, it had been sebastian who had convinced her to stay.

"ugh, this is so not funny!" she shouted, throwing her arms in the air and wincing as her knuckle banged against the shop window. they were in a quaint little café in fiji ahead of the australian grand prix, and y/n was in need of some serious advice.

but to get advice from seb, you needed to bribe him with coffee first. hence why they were in the rustic cafe, every bare surface covered in plants that sebastian had spent ages talking to the manager about.

sebastian vettel was a nerd. in a good way, of course.

"you're a lovely young woman, y/n. you have a nice figure."

"does hanna know you're out here complimenting younger women?" she joked, taking a sip from her strawberry lemonade.

sebastian laughed, shaking his head. "you need to let everybody else see that side of you, y/n. let your hair down, wear a nice pair of jeans for once instead of that boiler suit. let the world see the lovely girl that we all know is there."

"i'm going to miss you when you retire."

"i know, kiddo. listen, we're all going out after the race, to have drinks and whatever. go out with hanna, buy yourself a nice new dress on my credit card, and then come out for drinks with us. i guarantee that one look at you will whip charles into shape. you're a catch, y/n. i think that charles would be lucky to have someone like you in his life."

"i'm already a part of his life. as a work friend. and i'm accepted that i'm not likely to be anything more."

seb raised an eybrow. "doesn't sound like it."

in another bar, on another part of the small island of fiji, carlos and charles were having a very similar conversation.

"carlos, i can't make a move! technically, i'm higher ranking at ferrari than she is. there's a power imbalance, what if she feels like she can't say no? it's a harassment case waiting to happen!" charles whined, a pint glass clutched in his hands.

carlos shook his head, an annoyed sigh escaping the back of his throat. "you're an idiot, hermano. she's in love with you! you think you're the only person who sees her staring at you in the garage?

"forgive me if that's not something i want to be wrong about. i could be staking our careers on your little hunch."

groaning, carlos buried his head in his hands. getting through to his teammate was a hopeless and futile affair. once charles leclerc was set in his ways about something, there was no changing his mind.

"what about the party in australia? ask her to dance, buy her a drink? you're not getting any younger, charles. you need to get back out there and start dating again."

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as f1 descended on albert park, the glitz and glamour taking over melbourne, y/n y/l/n and hanna vettel were standing in a small, glitzy boutique, armed with hanna's husband's credit card. the young ferrari mechanic was standing in front of a floor-length mirror, her hair falling around her shoulders.

"hanna, i don't know how i feel about this." she inhaled, staring at her reflection and the ferrari red dress that hugged her figure. "i love it, honestly, i do, i just cringe at the thought of ever wearing it outside of the house. especially if i;m in front of charles!"

hanns sighed, brushing her fingers through the younger girl's hair. "have a little bit of faith in yourself, darling. you look stunning, this dress shows off all your best physical attributes, and charles already knows your best qualities."

"yeah, because who else is going to sing nineties stoner rock songs in the car on the way to the track with me?" y/n laughed, remembering singing ‘teenage dirtbag’ with charles on their way to the track in jeddah, a carpool with some of the other mechanics. charles barely knew the words, but then again, y/n got them wrong a lot as well. “yeah, okay. lets do this fucking thing.”

hanna grinned. “that’s our girl!”

hours later, she was regretting her decision, standing in front of the club in her baggy leather jacket, shaky knees knocking together as she stood outside the front door in her heels and that tiny little dress, voices and laughter wafting through the walls as the inside hummed with the rarity of a ferrari victory. she nervously tapped her fingers against the side of her purse as a group of haas mechanics crossed the parking lot, wolf whistling at her before she flipped them both the bird.

“are you coming inside, or are you just going to stand there and freeze your balls off?”

“oh, if only I had balls to freeze. and this is bloody australia, its not even that cold.” y/n chuckled to herself, turning to look at jessica hawkins, one of the aston martin young drivers. “I need someone to remind me that I dont look stupid in this goddamn dress that hanna vettel picked out for me.”

jessica cocked an eyebrow, looking the mechanic up and down. “babes, you look hot! who are you trying to impress?”

“charles.” y/n mumbled, her face flushing pink before she cleared her throat. “its stupid, isn’t it?”

the other young woman shook her head. “not at all.” she grinned, linking her arm through y/n’s. “come on, lets go get you your man!”

the inside of the club was crowded, yet closed to the public as f1, f2, and the w series descended on the establishment. all of the f3 drivers were too young to legally drink, and had made their displeasure quite clear as they were herded away to an italian restaurant instead of the club.

"drinks for the lovely ladies?" abbie eaton chortled, bringing tequila shots over to where the mechanic and jessica were standing. "cheers on three, yeah?"

jessica sounded off with the countdown, the three women tapping the tiny glasses against each other before throwing back the burning alcoholic drink.

"if i'm going to do this," y/n began, raising her voice to be heard over the drake song that was playing. "i'm doing it right!" she took off her jacket, throwing it over a chair before she made her way over to the dj booth, her ballet flats sticking to the floor.

after a whispered conversation (and a monetary bribe), wheatus' 2000 hit 'teenage dirtbag' began to play over the speakers as y/n and jessica took to the floor, champagne flutes in hand as they began to dance.

from across the way, under the deep blue lights, charles leclerc was in a trance as he watched the way she moved, laughing and giggling as she sang along, finally getting each word right. adn charles would be lying if he said he didn't love the way her legs looked in that short little dress, how full her breasts looked in the red fabric that cradled them.

"is he still being a pussy?" pierre gasly groaned. "come on, man! you won the fucking race, and that's still not giving you the confidence you need to tell her you have a crush on her?"

"i'd rather not embarrass myself too much, thank you pierre." charles grumbled, taking another sip of his fruity mixed drink.

"he won't even drink proper alcohol." carlos commented. "i think she broke him."

pierre shook his head. "i will not stand for this, i am not letting it go on any longer. ilies!" he shouted, waving over his best friend- save for charles of course- and social media manager. "we need you to do something for us, for charles."

ilies nadri nodded. "it's about that girl he keeps talking about, isn't it?"

"exactly. so here's what you're going to do."

back on the dancefloor, y/n was beginning to forget that charles was watching, laughing and singing with jessica as the dj began to play 'toxic' by britney spears, at a drunken lando norris' request.

"looks like you've got an admirier. and it's not charles." nerea marti pointed out, nudging her head in the direction of ilies nadri, who was beginning to make his way over to the girls.

"well, if charles isn't interested." jessica shrugged, calpping her on the shoulders. "you look too pretty tonight to go home alone if you don't want to, and it looks like there's a good looking bloke who wants to join ya."

moments blurred as nadri took y/n's hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and making her laugh with a french come-on, and before she knew it they were dancing to britney.

and she had forgotten about him, about the reason she wore that red dress in the first place.

but charles never forgot about her, his eyes boring into the back of ilies' head as he watched them dancing to a christina aguilera song. his grip was steadily tightening on his glass, and carlos looked over at him with a concerned glance.

"are you sure that getting her to dance with ilies was the smartest idea?" carlos whispered under his breath, raising his eyebrow at pierre. "he's going to break the fucking glass."

"or, he'll get jealous and go over there." pierre reasoned.

"how the fuck do you have a girlfriend, gasly?"

but pierre's reasoning must have been rooted in proof, for charles put down his glass and tromped over to the dance floor, his eyes a certain shade of jealous as he prepared himself to finally make a move.

he didn't speak, sweeping over the dancefloor to grab y/n's arm and pull her away from ilies and away from the dancefloor and it's illuminated vinyl flooring.

"charles, what is wrong with you?" y/n shouted, tispy on her feet and buzzing from alcohol as she tried to ignore the way her chest tightened and her heart skipped a beat at charles' possessiveness.

"i'm in love with you." he blurted out, desperation in his voice. "and i'm tired of hiding how i feel. i don't care how it looks to the outside, or to mattia, but i want to be with you. you were never just one of the boys to me, y/n. you were just you. and i like who i am with you. i want to be able to be that person for you, all the time."

"charles." she said softly, heart softening before starting and stopping again in an erratic beating pattern that would have worried her if she could have heard the beating over the refrain of charles' confessions playing on loop in her mind, louder and louder each time. "just kiss me."

and that's what charles did, an *nsync song playing in the background as he mashed his lips to hers, backing her up against the wall as she giggled, wrapping a slender, bare leg around his own, arms looped haphazardly around his neck and over his shoulders.

"charles, your phone isn't in your front pocket, right?" she panted.

charles looked confused, resting his forehead against hers. "no, i always put it in my back pocket."

"fuck." y/n all but moaned, arousal pooling in her own thighs as she thought about what was in between charles'. "that means that it's your rock-hard cock that's pressing against me right now, and that's so fucking hot."

grinning to himself, charles pressed up against her even more. "whay don't you join me at my hotel, and i'll show you just how fucking hard you make me."

"is that a threat or an invitation?"

"it's whatever you want it to be, mon cher."

"kiss me one more time, and you've got a deal."

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noveauskull · 7 days

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How Male WUWA Character's React When You Make Them Mad! (NSFW)

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characters: jiyan, geshu lin, mortefi, calcharo, yuanwu, aalto, scar x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, brat! reader, brat taming, mating press, spanking, use of toys, punishment, doggy style, overstimulation, passing out, age gap, anal, wall fucking, office sex, cock warming, teasing, orgasm denial, pet names (princess), sir kink (?), choking (asphyxiation)

SCAR:

Scar often finds your little acts cute. He likes it when you hit him or cuss at him, it always makes him feel warm and funny inside when you behave rudely to him, probably cause most of the time the others are scared of him. But even Scar has limits.

He finds you hard to talk with sometimes, whenever he wanted a genuine conversation with you, you'd just tell him to go away, and that does upset him, but he tries to be patient with you and try again next time.

Though he realizes that next time will never come, and he's starting to find your bold antics unamusing. His final straw was when he asked you if you had missed him while he was gone out, and your response was-

"What are you talking about? Stop acting stupid and fetch me the soda bottle"

Yeah, you regret it.

Scar had your knees all the way up to your chest while he fucks your cunt loose with his cock, your nipples and clit being pinched with clips that were connected together through chains, and your ass was stuffed with an anal plug.

He had all your holes filled and sweet spots touched, leaving your mouth gaping open to let your whines and moans free, gasping for air each time you feel the tip of Scar's cock breaking into you to meet with your cervix, you could feel yourself get dizzy from all the sensations.

The clips shaking with every thrust Scar gave you, having it stimulate you by theirselves without him needing to touch them.

Scar would have you talk to him while he rammed himself inside of you, cause if you wouldn't talk with him when he isn't fucking you, then you might as well say a few words when he is fucking you.

"Like I was asking early, did you miss me?" He would ask through pants in every thrust, which you would struggle to answer with.

"Hgh- nmph-! Ugh!" You'd try answering, but your mind can't even focus to tell your mouth to move properly.

"Answer me, baby. Don't make me wait" He'd give you a sharp smack on your ass, making you snap out of the daze he was putting you in.

"H-Hnagh y-yes!! Yes!" You'd cry before hearing him chuckle, giving you a long, wet kiss to reward you.

"You're so cute when you're crying for my cock, I guess this will happen more often if you keep your bratty behavior up~"

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JIYAN:

Cussing at him, hitting him, ignoring him, somehow he was fine with it all, he'd even go back to his general duties sometimes, knowing that when the two of you return home he'd have to give you a small talk on why you should be nicer to him, to which you'd just ignore him and flop yourself onto the bed that you two shared.

The one thing that made him snap, was when you poured water onto his head. In public. All because you were upset at him for taking too long with his subordinates at the Midnight Rangers.

You'd wish you hadn't did that to him though, it seems like he really made it clear that there is a limit to how much shit you could throw at a person, especially at him.

The side of your face would be pressed into the covers, ass sticking up for Jiyan's cock to thrust into your leaking pussy, you were probably at your 4th orgasm right now.

The noises your mouth made were lewd, no sane person should be hearing those slutty moans you're letting out as Jiyan destroys your cunt. Your hands gripping onto the sheets to give you some sort of relief from all the pounding he was giving you.

You felt his arms go under your waist to lift you up, making your back press onto his chest, his right hand moving to where your clit is and flicking it, the sudden action made you scream with tears rolling down your cheek.

"S-Sto-" You tried speaking, but it was no use. Jiyan had you right where he wanted you. He's made it clear that he was not going to forgive you unless you let out exactly 10 full orgasms.

You realized that this entire time, Jiyan was only showing you his lenient side, the side of a understanding boyfriend. But right now? He's showing you the side of a General. Harsh, strict and merciless.

Right on your 4th orgasm, you squirted all over his cock and fingers, the entire time while he was pounding you he never once took a break, both for himself or for you, definitely not for you.

He was pounding into you so much that you felt like the tip of his cock was going to pop out of your mouth with each thrust. He throws your body back onto the bed while still rawdogging you. And all you can do was take it and hope you had finished your 10th orgasm the moment you blinked.

By the time you were on your 8th orgasm, you started feeling light headed, and you couldn't feel your pussy, or your entire lower body anymore, even your voice began to sound weak from all the moaning you were doing.

So you gave one final orgasm before passing out. You definitely learned your lesson, to never anger Jiyan and take his patience for granted.

The next day, Jiyan acts like nothing happened. But you're limping with every step as you hold your back like an old lady, making Jiyan chuckle.

"I hope you learned something from this, though I don't mind doing it all over again if you feel unsatisfied"

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CALCHARO:

Since Calcharo was a few years older than you, it's natural he thinks of you as an annoying kid whose been raised spoiled your whole life. Which is why he doesn't think much of your poor behavior and tolerates it most of the time.

However, he does get bothered by the way you casually speak to him, such as when you called him an asshole for telling you to not talk bad about others.

His last piece of patience of you would shred to pieces when you called his underdog namplate ugly, disrespecting the tiny drawing of a dog.

You didn't know it was going to get him this upset though, to the point he's pressing your body onto the wall and fucking your ass deeply with every thrust, while your pussy was filled with a thick vibrating dildo.

He ordered you to not let the dildo fall off out, if you did, he'd add onto your punishment by two times, and he'll keep adding onto it until you either pass out or you finally get the hang of it while he cums inside of your ass.

Calcharo would be cumming inside your ass so much you could feel your stomach bloating, it's crazy how pent up he is, and you just happened to be the perfect person to help him relieve his stress.

When you felt yourself cumming, you'd try to hold it in, but having a vibrating dildo inside of you while Calcharo's dick was giving your cervix punches to the gut wasn't helping, all while you were standing too.

The moment you started twitching and shaking while letting out a long and loud moan, you'd try to clench your legs together in hopes that the dildo wouldn't fall off, making you having to overstimulate yourself.

"Apologize" Calcharo says into your ear, his deep voice sounding dangerously calm which alarmed you.

"Apologize now and I'll stop" He offers, his left hand brushing over the tiny bulge he made on your stomach, you could feel his cum in your ass sloshing with every thrust.

"S-Sor- Ungh! S-Sorry! 'M so s-sorry!" You forced out of your mouth in cries, you could feel the dildo vibrating itself out of your pussy, you silently begged that he would say something to excuse the mistake you were about to make by letting the vibrator fall.

But before he could say anything, the dildo drops on the floor, and his palm presses onto your bulge, fingers circling your clit, make your legs shake and your eyes roll back.

"I guess we have to keep going until you've learned your lesson, brat"

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MORTEFI:

It's not likely for Mortefi to get angry easily, but for some reason, you're just really good at it.

Like how you would suddenly barge into his room and mess with his paperwork, making his job harder than it is, and you only do this when you feel like he's been focusing on his work more than you, and that makes you very unhappy.

But he won't let you keep up with this behavior, so the next time you barge into his room expecting no one but his stack of papers on his desk, he's already sitting down on his desk, eyes immediately locking in with yours because of how he had already expected your arrival.

Next thing you know you're sitting on top of his lap with his cock buried deep inside you, legs sticking out on the sides of the chair, through the space where the armrests are, and a small vibrator right on your clit, however, it isn't on.

Well, not unless Mortefi wants it to be. Whenever you do so much as move or your pussy twitches around his cock he'd use a small remove control to turn the vibrator on, stimulating you to the point you feel close to orgasming, but stopping whenever he feels your pussy twitch and tighten around him too much, indicating you are close.

And he keeps this up while he does his paperwork, you could beg him to just fuck you but he won't even pretend like he's listening to you, and when you try to move your hips he just sends a sharp smack onto your ass, warning you to keep still.

Mortefi will make you go crazy for hours and hours, just by not moving a muscle, you're surprised he's even able to keep his dick hard all this time, maybe it's gone limp a few times but everytime you twitched around him it'd harden right back up.

The torture would be too much to the point you no longer had an attitude, instead you're hugging him and rolling your hips to create some friction, mumbling words like "I'm sorry, please let me cum" into his ear.

But he still won't move, even when you play nice.

"Sweet talking me won't make my mood any better, you know? You'll just have to wait until I'm done"

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AALTO:

He's often very playful with you, and doesn't particularly care when you get pissy with him, he knows he can make it up to you by gifting you expensive accessories or clothes, but sometimes, he would have his limits too.

And being able to make even the most goofiest guy angry is something else. Most likely whenever you call him names like idiot or stupid, you'd be surprised but Aalto isn't a fan of name calling. He finds it unfair that while your names are "Princess", "Sweetheart" or "Baby", his is just mean names that you'd call any nuisance of a person.

He even asked you to give him a cute nickname, but it's like you never heard him once. And at one point in those countless of names you gave him, he's already hit his breaking point.

Aalto would drag you back home, throwing your body that was smaller than his onto the couch and taking off your clothes, when he pulls down your skirt, he immediately connects his lips to your clothed cunt, licking over it to tease you.

You won't know whats happening, as long as you were getting pleasure nothing mattered, but that's what Aalto wants you to think he's doing, instead, he hasn't made any effort to take off the panty you had on the entire time, making it completely soaked with your juices and his saliva.

Even when you bucked your hips forward with your hands on his head to create more friction he wouldn't give you the satisfaction, lessening the pressure of his tongue on your clit or even stopping at times too.

"No can do, princess. I want to hear you call me a cute name, then I'll let you cum" He'd tease, he would be angry, but he's forgotten all about it after seeing your desperate face.

"W-What is it? What do you w-want?!" You panted, face burning from the embarassment you were having, and the inability to cum right away from his kitten licks.

"Hmm, how about sir-"

"P-Please, Sir!! Hurry up, please!!" You cut him off in whines, making him chuckle at your desperation.

"So cute"

He would use his finger to move your panty to the side, finally revealing your soaking wet pussy with juices leaking out of it, he grips your thighs to hold them open before diving in to force orgasms out of you.

You'd already be begging him to stop after 2 orgasms, but he wouldn't, even if you had called him "Sir" countless of times already. It doesn't seem like Aalto was going to back down anytime soon.

"Sorry, princess. But the more you call me that the more it riles me up, give me one more and I'll stop, 'Mkay?"

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GESHU LIN:

He doesn't tolerate any kind of behavior from you, and you know this. Yet you seem to always forget that. It's not your fault though, he hasn't been teaching you a lesson whenever you act up these days, of course you're going to forget the consequences.

You really wished you remembered though, cause earlier, you noticed Geshu Lin just walking by the nearby stores in Jinzhou, and you just happened to be walking around Jinzhou with General Jiyan, so you did something unspeakable.

You brought your hands to grip onto Jiyan's biceps, pulling him back to warn him about the cat that was passing by. A mere coincidence, not only did you had a reason to touch General Jiyan but he wouldn't suspect you of doing anything to him, it was just a friend helping another friend.

But Geshu Lin was not taking a single ounce of shit for it.

Before you know it, you're on to bed the two of you lay on, body pressed onto the sheets while your back faces him as he fucks your pussy loose on top of you, making you cry out begging he'd go slower.

Of course he wouldn't though. Instead he goes even faster than before, he would press his body onto yours before moving his arm to your neck, clamping it with the middle of his bicep and forearm while another hand on the top of your head, putting you in a chokehold.

His bicep would be squeezing your neck while he pounded inside you mercilessly, the weight of his body on your own making it even harder for you, it didn't particularly hurt since it was a gentle squeeze, hard enough to give you trouble breathing but not hard enough to leave a mark, yet you could could feel you're losing yourself when your eyes rolled back the moment his arms made contact with your neck.

You'd let out a small whimper, tears rolling down to your face then to his muscular biceps, you've probably already came twice by now while Geshu Lin hasn't even came once.

"Since you love biceps so much you don't mind dying from it, right slut?" He teased you, grinning at the way you struggled to form words.

He would finally cum inside you after you squirted out your 5th orgasm, you could feel yourself slowly passing out before he smacks your ass to wake you up. He wasn't letting you off that easy.

"Get up, brat. I'm not done with you yet, I'm gonna fuck the attitude out of you this time"

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YUANWU:

Of course Yuanwu was patient with you, whenever you acted up he'd just pat your head and give you a few kisses, mumbling words like "You're a good girl right? Then behave well" and most of the time you'd listen to him, however of course there are times when you don't.

You were incredibly upset that Yuanwu didn't get you a new dress, he did tell you that he would get it soon and that he was way too busy to get one with you at the moment, but you couldn't care less. His job and his attention to you are two different things.

That's when you decided to take it out on him while you two were getting intimate. Yuanwu would come back home wanting to have a taste of you every now and then and you'd comply just fine, but right now you wanted to make it known that you were not happy.

"Ugh could you go any slower?" You grumbled as he was fucking his cock into your pussy, he brought his head up to look at you with wide eyes, surprised by your sudden remark.

"Pardon?" The strands of his blue hair would cover his forehead, making him appear younger.

"You heard me, hurry up I want to sleep" You repeated, you didn't know what you were expecting, but you sure as hell wasn't expecting him to just smile at you.

"Okay"

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, yelping at his sudden grip on your hips as he snaps his own forward. You didn't realize it before, but apparently he hadn't been putting his full size inside you a lot, until now.

You'd let out a small scream, feeling his cock plunge into your hole so deep and your cervix getting a hit from his tip, your hole immediately clamping down on his cock, a few of your juices leaking out in the process.

You wouldn't even have the time to let out a small breath before he's snapping his hips back onto your pussy, every thrust making you let out small cries and your eyes tearing up.

"W-Wai- Ugh!" You'd try to hold onto his arms to regain some sort of control, but that didn't help you one bit, instead he'd still have you your hole so used your face would be drenched in tears.

You wouldn't realize it, but he was holding back his anger from you this entire time. What he was doing now was just a small part of it, and the things he was about to do to you later were going to be even worse.

And yet despite him fixing your bratty behavior, he still does it all while smiling, and caressing you, treating you like glass one moment before treating you like a punching bag, thought of course, the only punching he'd be doing to you is when the tip of his cock is punching your cervix.

"You told me to go faster, so that's what I'm doing. What's that? You want me to go slow now? There's no need for that, I'm sure you can handle it, my lady"

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A/N: Sorry to the person who requested this! (the one with wuwa men reacts to you telling them to go faster) I thought it would be better to add it into this making wuwa men angry post, so yeah, hitting two birds w one stone 💀✨️✨️

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Panda Making - Dreamcatcher Dami

A/N: I apologize for the utterly terrible puns (if you get it), if not, nothing of value was lost, trust me.

"Oh my god, it's so cuteeeee!" You remind yourself that Dami is not the cute one in Dreamcatcher, that she isn't one to fawn over something as mundane as a four-legged creature that eats shoots and leaves, but here she is, squealing at a pitch higher than you've ever heard her sing. "Did you know its name is Fu Bao?"

"Yes it's on the sign."

"And that it's the first panda born in Korea?"

"Yes that's also on the sign."

"Ahh and it's so cute!"

"I can tell, I can tell," you reply, unimpressed. Seeing her good mood, you try earning brownie points with Dami. "But you're cuter."

"No no, it's the cutest!" It is time for the two of you to move on, for the next viewing group to enter the enclosure. As you leave though, Dami curls her arm tightly around your elbow, guiding you back to the viewing line.

"Let's go again!"

The panda is an invasive species, coming up in conversations even after you arrive back home with Dami.

"Can we make some bamboo-related dish?" "Let's get some fruit the pandas eat?" You are mentally prepared to put your foot down when Dami brings up pandas again.

Except it came at the most unexpected time.

"Oppa?" You're shaken awake by your girlfriend.

"Hmm?"

"I want to make a baby panda." Half-asleep you don't process her words properly.

"That's great, but we're not the zoo babe," you grumble into the pillow. You are significantly more awake once you feel Dami's hand dip beneath your shorts.

"We can make our own little Fu Bao right here..." Dami nibbles on your earlobe, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you. Your eyes are widen open as you watch her slowly undo the buttons on her pajama top. "Maybe even call it Da Bao."

"God that's a terrible name," you chuckle as you pull Dami in for a kiss, slipping the silk shirt off her shoulders.

"Really? That's the takeaway here, that Da Bao's a bad name?" An outraged Dami is shushed by you slipping your hands under her pants, squeezing a tight cheek.

"You know what you're asking for right?" Dami's grinding on you slowly, her hips nodding up and down against you.

"Yeah, I know, maybe it's just me seeing cute stuff nowadays, gone a little bit stir crazy." You keep kissing her neck, letting her continue to grind on you, but not going further, not responding to her. "You're really going to make me say it hmm?" You kiss Dami's jawline, hands teasingly playing with the hem of her panties and struggling not to just rip it off her—her heat is palpable.

"I dunno what you're talking about, Da Bao's mom."

"God..." She shivers on top of you. "Fuck fine, I need you to get rid of all the condoms in the place."

"Now? Get off me then." Dami damn near dunks your dome on the bed and plants her derriere on you.

"Not right now!" she hisses, before shimmying and kicking off her pants. "I need you to knock me up." She pulls out your wide-awake cock and pulls her panties to the side, revealing that she truly "needs" you right now, pink flesh glistening even in the dim bedroom.

"Do you mean—" You hold Dami at whining distance, your cock twitching when you feel a drop of slick drip on your tip. "Do you mean a panda needs to be bred in Korea?" She growls as you bring her down on you, sheathing yourself in her.

"Yes god yes!" Dami's leaning against you heavily, reeling at feeling you raw inside her. "Fucking breed me."

"You feel so good, fuck!" Dami clenches around you, and you feel every texture and fold of her walls—it's so much more pleasurable with nothing wrapped around you, nothing stopping you from planting your seed inside her. "Ugh, not going to last long."

"It's fine, cum inside me, just cum inside me!" At your admission of poor stamina Dami rides you hard, her flat midriff moving sensuously. Her husky moans are right in your ear, begging you with "give me a baby panda" and "let me milk you". The whispers get more and more desperate until she sits down on you with a lewd squelch. The sudden increase in wetness gets to you, and you hold her down, making sure you're hilted in her before you explode. Dami sucks harshly on your neck, leaving a dark hickey as she creams all over you, purring contentedly as you fill her.

"Fuck, baby..."

"Are you talking to me or Da Bao?" You're shut up by your girlfriend, grinding down on you vengefully. Dami regrets it though, quivering on top of you.

"Shit, you're leaking, I can feel you leaking!"

"You're the one doing the leaking, all over our bed." You hold her close, feeling her clench around you, like she's still cumming or something. "Are you trying to milk me?"

"No, want to get you hard again."

"Hm, it's going to take more than that to make Da Bao."

"I know, I'll have to track my cycle, figure out when's the best time, and then make sure we're in our best condition, and—"

"You're overcomplicating things dear."

"What? Ah!" You hug Dami close as you put her on her back and get on top of her. "T-That's what I read, I did a lot of reading!" It makes you hard again, that Dami's not just having baby fever, but that she's actively doing research, really meaning to try for one. You enter her easily, and she arcs against you, body pressed flushed with yours.

"Maybe, but I have an easier solution." You start moving, pumping her full of cock while you lean down and whisper in her ear. "I fuck you before and after you finish work every day until it happens."

"D-Day and night?"

"Day and night, I'll fill you up properly, you'll have to hide from the members why you're walking funny, while you're still dripping my load, because you won't be able to get all of it out."

"That sounds good..." Dami gasps, wrapping her legs around your waist to lock you in. "And then?"

"And then when you come back home, I welcome you back and let you choose, do you want to ride me or should I bend you over the dining table before we eat dinner?" Dami's eyes roll as she imagines it happening, a small orgasm flowing through her.

"A-And then?"

"We do it one more time before we sleep, so you can get the best rest, maybe I fuck you in the shower so we can clean up quickly and go to sleep right after."

"What happens when I, when I—" Dami's a bit of a wreck, the thought of her doing her research combined with you actively trying to knock her up sending her into some kind of heat.

"When we succeed," you bring your hand down to her flat belly. "This little tummy won't be so flat any more, and it'll be fucking hot." You press down on her womb from above, and you drive into her powerfully, making sure she feels it all the way inside her.

"Yes yes yes yes yes..." Dami doesn't hear you groan and tell her you're cumming, she experiences it with you, your thick seed filling her up as the warmth flushes over her with her own peak. She clenches on you repeatedly, until you no longer throb inside of her.

As Dami cuddles against you, you remind yourself to throw out the condoms, and maybe you wouldn't mind taking her to see Fu Bao again before the panda is transferred back. After all...

Da Bao is part of the package.

A/N: So this came up randomly when I was listening to news about Fu Bao, one thing led to another and I had panda breeding in my head. I already had an idea for Seoyeon (Fromis App) so Dami was it. And once I got the name "Da Bao" in my head the pun is too terrible to not use it. Just a short little thing, thanks for reading!

#smut #dami #dreamcatcher #sss

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skyeslittlecorner · 3 months

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I feel like we didn't get enough moments with that beautiful king in chapter 5 (why PB >:(((()

Can you pls do a short story about MC who has been kidnapped (again) when they try to find a place to sleep to Leviathan's office where he demands them to sleep *in his coffin* (so he could keep an eye on them).

Okay I can only think that much. Hope you ok with this request 🥹 Luv u and your works 🫶 Have a great day!!!

Thanks for lovely words! AND I AGREE. I know that the plot needs to move forward, but my heart wants to stay longer. We only got to know Levi for a moment and quite superficially because he mostly talked to others. PAY ATTENTION TO US. Just no nooses, please. We'll play with the ropes later, maybe dinner first.

This turned out to be a bit long. Hope you'll like it!

Words: ~900

Kidnapped to sleep | Leviathan

Peace, just a little bit of peace. That's all you asked for. After a long, tiring day, you didn't even have time to sit down properly in your room for a moment. Just when you approached bed, a knocking sound came from inside the room instead of from outside.

“You knock before entering!” You huffed.

Foras appeared at your side without a hush.

"Sorry, but…"

“What’s going on again? And quickly, if you can.” You cut his words in half. Headache and tiredness make you thorny. All you wanted was to collapse like a log and fall asleep. Didn't even care anymore whether he tried to kill you or not, you had survived so many threats and potential murder attempts today that one here or there wouldn't make any difference. You almost softened when you saw the remorse written all over the dreamy devil's face.

“His Majesty wants to see you.”

Yeah, almost.

“Tell him to stick his desires in… ugh.”

There was no point arguing. The quicker you deal with them, the better. You were about to leave when Foras grabbed your waist, and you felt your insides churning again. That bastard… you can walk on your own! No need to teleport!

The palace was even quieter and darker, but when Foras left you in his king's office, you didn't feel as overwhelmed as the first time. It reminded you of Prince Charming's room. Leviathan, as beautiful as he was mysterious, was leaning over the documents. You stood on your tiptoes to look at them.

"What are you doing? It's not your business."

“You called me here yourself.”

You won't let him push you around. Not only was it dangerous, it also hurt your pride. He ignored you and went back to work, so you sat down on the chair across him, not knowing for what he needed you, and started thinking. Just out of boredom. It wasn't the wisest decision you could have made in such a state.

With such a beautiful creature by your side, it was hard to think of anything other than punishing him for the way he treated you. If only he could be beaten with a whip again. Choke. Oppress. Hear the gasps and moans as he runs out of breath. Milk would flow from these beautiful horns, and you would make him drink it himself...

"What are you staring at?"

Not only did he dare to be so beautiful in front of you, but he also disturbed your fantasies. The audacity.

"Beautiful."

A smile appeared on his lips and you clutched your mouth. This shouldn't have been let slip! Apparently, it only made him feel better, because he told you that you’re going to sleep together. Oh yes. It's time to put all these plans into action!

Reality hit you as soon as you sat down on the soft mattress in his coffin. How was it so comfortable here? It reminded you of a water bed with a cover on top like a canopy. Leviathan probably already thought you were a freak, so you had nothing to lose. You could have use him, abused him. But the soft material acted like a magnet. Silk is like flypaper. You were so tired... you closed your eyes just for a second, and suddenly felt the warmth next to you. A hot, masculine fragrance. And a strong arm that hung around your waist.

“I thought you hated me?”

“I do not like you. Just like everyone else.”

It was so comfortable. So… safe? You definitely needed some rest.

“So you also sleep cuddled up to your nobles like stuffed animals? Like now?”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, not really bothered by your taunts.

“Silence. I have to keep an eye on you all the time. I can't let you endanger anyone.”

It occurred to you that for now you are only a danger to yourself, because you want to abuse the most dangerous king of hell you have ever met.

If only you had a whip at hand... wrapped in the darkness of the coffin and Levi's arm, the tiredness of the day came flooding back to you. You closed your eyes. Just for a second.

Two seconds later you were sound asleep, tucking your knee between the devil's legs. He grabbed the back of your neck and tightened his fingers.

“What are you thinking?”

You didn't think anything at that moment. Just purred in delight. Feeling the warm, broad chest, you clung to it unconsciously. No wonder you sought safety. That coffin almost devour you last time. What was strange was that you were looking for support in the arms of a man who was the reason for your anxiety, but who would care? He also didn't behave like a terrible tyrant, not now.

He ran his fingers through your hair. They were soft and fragrant, flowing between his fingers like a waterfall. You didn't see him, so he could afford it. So defenseless, hugging him, you no longer looked like a threat. If it weren't for his experience, he would almost be fooled by you. He promised himself he wouldn't fall into your trap, and despite his own promises, he wrapped his arms around you. Some devils can lie, and he was just trying to lie to himself.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #skye's little talk

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sapphicmsmarvel · 1 month

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Modern!Azriel: "too much"

lol i’m projecting in this one. this is how my extended family has always made me feel so 🤷🏻‍♀️

tw: not eating due to anxiety.

-You kept Azriel hidden from your extended family for three years.

-You truly did not have much association with them. They were kind but not loving towards you.

-Your parents knew of him as well as the two cousins you were closest with that actually loved you.

-About a year in, you and Azriel had the talk about your extended family.

At first, Azriel was kind of hurt by it. He brought you around his family. His chosen and blood when he had to.

-Your first major argument was about you keeping him away from your family.

“Are you embarrassed by me?” His voice cracked.

“What? No! This isn’t about you, Azriel.” You sighed.

“Then what is it? Are you freaking out about commitment to something?”

“I just don’t want to bring you around them!” You cried.

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You crossed your arms.

“Yes it does! Clearly something is bothering you. I cannot rest until I know what it is, Y/N.” He sighed. “I feel like I’m back in high school and my girlfriend is embarrassed to be seen with me.”

That’s when your tears broke. You didn’t cry often. It took a while before you felt safe enough to do so in front of him.

“I just…” You wiped your eyes and sniffed. “I’m really scared to bring you around them because I don’t want one of the few good things in my life to be tainted by them.”

His silence spurred you on. “I don’t want you to be chased away.”

“Baby,” He sighed. He walked to where you were in the dining room and leaned against the table in front of you. His legs spread, he put his hands on that plush waist he loves so much, and pulled you towards him. “I don’t want to push you, I’m sorry my insecurity got the better of me. But, you do see where I'm coming from, yes?”

You sniffed and nodded, “I’d feel the same. I’m sorry I didn’t communicate properly.”

“You were scared.” He justified it for you.

“So were you a few minutes ago.” You nudged his shoulder. “If you’re going to validate me, I'm going to validate you.”

“Two people pleasers in a relationship huh?” He chuckled.

“That’s why we’re working on communication.” You brought your hands up to his broad shoulders. “Can we talk about this tonight? I just need to organize my thoughts a bit before….” You struggled to find the right words. “Ugh let me start over.” You sighed.

He couldn’t help his smile, his girl was trying so hard. “I want to be able to eloquently tell you what's going on. It’s not you, it’s not even me, well kind of since I’m not letting you around them. But, they are a big issue.”

“Okay, I’ll order our favorite takeout and we can talk about it when we’re eating. Is 20 minutes enough to help you get your thoughts together?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, he wasn’t judging you. He was accepting you. Your neurodivergency and the way your mind worked. He kissed your forehead and went off to order the food. He knew your order by heart.

-So when you guys got your food, you began to tell the story. How you were never “one of them” despite growing up with them. You were always left out and kids were mean. Then you came out as queer, which didn’t help being left out. Everyone looked at you weird.

He knew better than anyone how it felt to be left out and hurt by your blood relatives. Granted, completely different situations however both are valid situations.

He assured you he wasn’t upset at you, he was upset for you. He then told you how he would wait patiently. A couple of times, you almost got enough courage to do it. But then chickened out and just stayed home with him. You never went to those gatherings without someone. To be frank, you preferred Azriel’s company.

-So when you finally took the plunge it was terrifying.

-It was your aunt's birthday, a week before thanksgiving. You told them about him, they were all shocked to say the least that you had a partner and had had one for three years.

-Then you got the normal guilt trip of “why didn’t you say something sooner?” or “why didn’t you bring him”

-Not “what’d i do to make you feel unsafe telling me this?” But that’s besides the point.

-So the next week, you brought him to thanksgiving.

-Your family was shocked to say the least.

-That the loudest, vulgar, weird person in their family got the quietest, kindest man.

-Azriel knew how you felt about this part of the family. You had always felt left out, like you weren’t good enough. You were ostracized as a child from them because you were different.

-You were the only cousin that wasn’t baptized. Which made you different enough. But you’d rather think for yourself and your parents raised you without religion so you could choose your own path.

-You cussed, you had tattoos, piercings. You wore clothes you were comfortable in which meant yeah, sometimes you wore a tank top that showed a bit of boobs. You wore all black as well. Also you were the plus size family member and you were queer. So that didn’t help the “fitting in” aspect.

-He wore a nice black henley and black jeans. As well as his boots. He wanted to make a nice impression even though you told him that he could show up naked and you wouldn’t care.

-He would. He wasn’t modest but he’d rather not have his future in-laws seeing his ‘monster cock’ as you called it.

-God, he genuinely loved your vulgarity.

-He knew how nervous you were, he knew you’d barely eat anything just because of sheer anxiety. His goal was to make sure you ate some appetizers or something.

-When you walked in, you could tell your family was just floored by him. He greeted everyone with the proper “Mr.” and “Mrs/Ms/Miss.” He shook everyone's hands, smiled at your baby cousins who knew nothing of the strange man but were comfortable enough to wave at him.

The entire time, he had a hand on your waist. Showing he’s on your side.

-You warned him that your family was going to eventually get him alone to talk to him about you to which he responded with “let them.”

They weren’t pissing him off too much. He didn’t like the way some of them were around you. Like you were someone to avoid. When he knew that you were the safest person in the room to any stranger, let alone him.

”I’m sure sometimes she can be overwhelming.” Your aunt said as if it was a fun little tidbit. But he knew it was a jab.

If smiles could kill, Azriel’s could’ve maimed her. “Actually she’s perfect.” He let his guard down enough to look at you across the room with your cousins, a lovestruck look on his face. “If she’d let me, I’d marry her tomorrow.”

Your family was clearly surprised. You had never brought anyone around and now you bring this guy for the first time and he’s ready to marry you?

-Throughout the day, he kept trying to get you to come out of your shell a bit.

-When he made you snort in laughter, he let out his first real smile all day. Let these assholes see how happy you make him.

-Then he noticed your elderly family member glaring at your tattoos. She was caught by Azriel and had the decency to have a look on her face like “can you blame me?” To which he smiled and rolled up his sleeves to show off his ink.

She had the decency to look embarrassed.

-Your family quickly began to see a real side of you. One that’s comfortable in her space enough to lean on someone. That someone was Azriel.

-Shortly after the meal, you two left. Claiming you had to go to Azriel’s mothers. They didn’t need to know that you had thanksgiving with her and the whole chosen family the day before.

-You were finally able to relax when the door shut to the car. You two began the drive back home to the city.

-You snuggled into him over the center console. Your arm wrapped around his bicep as he drove. You sighed, completely content and he kissed your temple while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“What for?”

“Just…loving me as I am.”

“You should not feel the need to thank me for that.” He said.

“Well I am. So deal with it.” You huffed, but you kissed his arm through his shirt. “You’re never embarrassed of me, you take me in stride and love me as if I’m…” You trailed off. “Irreplaceable.”

“You are.” He said so earnestly that you almost weeped. You squeezed him tighter. “You make me feel so happy, so….loved. I’ve never felt so loved. Those people are fools for not seeing how incredible you are.”

You felt your eyes getting misty. “You’re so getting head tonight.” You whispered.

He let out a loud, sharp laugh of surprise. Yeah, he was in it forever.

#acotar x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel x you #azriel spymaster #azriel x reader fluff

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 1 year

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Chicks & Candy

SERIES MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: pregnant!reader, a slight misunderstanding, fluffy fluff, flirty wives ofc, not smut but a little soft/steamy make-out sesh

WORDS: 1,104

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

A/N: felt #emo while writing this oopsies !!😹😹😹

Sure, you had your reasons to be mad at her. You were pregnant and it was probably the hormones, but she still majorly fucked up with her innocent wording. On top of it, the summer heat always put you on a tightrope just waiting for you to fall, her accidental words just pushed you off of it.

She had come back home from a meeting at the Avengers tower and saw you waddling her way with Alex strolling behind you. “Hi darling!” you draped your arms on her shoulders, “hey you cute little chicken.” she smiled. Oh, how naive. She didn't mean for you to take it the wrong way. You furrowed your brows in confusion, “chicken?” oh God. She heard the change in your tone as you questioned her. “No– it's just that y'know you're like.. a mother chicken and– Alex, he just followed you like a little baby chicken. I–” you glare at her and move your arms off her shoulders, crossing them over your chest. “So, you're saying I look like a bird? A stubby bird with feathers that can't fly properly.” she was done for.

So here she is, contemplating her life decisions as she sat in the car parked in front of the house. “Mama why no home?” the toddler asked Natasha. “It's because.. mommy is upset at mama, buddy.” she huffed as she looked down at the candy in the shopping bag. Blue, green, red, and purple colors of fruit flavored hard candy. You mentioned craving jolly ranchers right before she left for the meeting, and here she is, hoping you forgive her little mistake over candy.

After a few minutes, she decided that you might have calmed down and she left the car with Alex. “Mommy I' home!” that dumb little– Nat, that's your son. Shut up. He padded through the hallway and snuck into your bedroom, “hi sweetie! Mommy missed you, c'mere.” he gave you a gummy grin and crawled into your arms. “Ugh, I hope this one is gonna be as chubby and cute as you.” you mumbled against his cheek as you squeezed him tightly. “I‐ can't breathe–” you let go of him and pinched his chubby little cheek. “Mommy! I' not a baby anymore. I' a big boy!” his complaints and huffs turn into giggles as you tickled him. “Babe?” you peered up at your wife at the doorway. Completely ignoring her presence out of pettiness, you continued tickling the toddler.

“Baby?” you chewed on your inner cheek as you attempted to ignore her once more. “Detka?” you couldn't hold in the laugh that escaped your mouth at her desperation for forgiveness. “What is it, Natty?” you finally met her eyes, “I'm.. sorry. For calling you a chicken.” she handed you a green apple flavored jolly rancher. “It's.. it's okay, darling.” you stifled a laugh as you popped the sweet candy into your mouth. “Alex, honey, there's some candy in the kitchen. Go get some buddy.” he gasped and jumped out of the bed, running towards the kitchen.

“Natasha.. you dirty little– close the door,” she smirked and shut the door close. “I'm sorry for being overly emotional.. I wasn't feeling this way when I was pregnant with Alex.” you spoke up as she sat in bed next to you. “It's okay, moya lyubov, don't apologize.” she grasped your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “I hope you know that Alex is.. distracted by a toy car set I left for him in the living room.” she whispered as her gaze flickered down to your lips. “mhm..?” you move over to her lap, “yeah.” she smiled as she nipped at your lips. You felt her tongue glide over your bottom lip, “you're so beautiful, detka..” she rasped as she pulled you in for a slow kiss, tasting the sweetness of the candy in your mouth.

“You think?” you mumbled against her mouth, “well why else would I have gotten you knocked up?” you roll your eyes and lightly punch her on the bicep. It did nothing considering her strength. “oh my God, do you always need to ruin cute moments, Tasha?” she whines as she pushes your body closer to hers, “is the moment back?” she said as her hand rested on your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. “Maybe..” the corners of your lips quirk up into a soft smile. “'Maybe'?” she snaked her arm behind your waist, pushing your breasts against her chest. A silent moan slipped past your lips, “Natasha..” she had a cocky grin on her face as she groped your breast through your clothes. “mm..” she cocked her head to the side and spoke up, “what about cute moments being ruined?” God, why is my wife so insufferable?

“Nat.” you gasped softly as she snuck her hand under your shirt. Well— her shirt that you for that, but she can't get upset at you for that, you being pregnant with her 2nd child is a good enough excuse. You let out a sigh of relief as her cold palm gently rubbed your stomach, soothing your overheated skin. “Does that feel okay? Am I hurting you?” she asks as she continues her gentle movements, “y-yeah.. it feels good, don't worry. Keep going.” you gripped onto her muscular shoulder as her other hand went up your bra. “Natasha.. darling, be gentle.” she peeked up at your face, understanding that she was touching your sensitive areas. “I will, babe, shhh..” she lightly kissed your neck, slowly sucking at your pulse point. You whimpered quietly as your grip on her shoulder tightened.

“Have I ever told you that you look sexy pregnant?” you groaned at her words, “yes, yes you have. My annoying, mood ruining, wife of mine.” she feigned a dramatic gasp, “I don't ruin the mood.” you scoffed. “Two years ago, when I was pregnant with Alex. It was hailing outside and—” you get cut off with a pair of lips over yours, “yeah, yeah, shut up.” she squeezed your waist and locked her lips with yours. Natasha, you bitch. I love you.

“Can someone play cars wif meeeeee?” you heard Alex from the other side of the door. “Nat. Go play cars with my cute little chicken.” you muttered against her lips. “Chicken? So you were pretending to be mad at me.” you giggle as you move off of her lap, “maybe I was, who knows? Now go give our son attention.” she chastely kissed you before leaving the bedroom. “I love you so much.” you smile, “I love you too.”

You wanted him back. Your cute, chubby little chicken.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #say yes to me

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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the start | i want you pt. 1

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pairings: dad’s best friend!natasha x fem!reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way - both of you just don’t know how to word it out properly.

warnings: sex against the wall, dirty talking, daddy kink, and slight angst - minors dni

notes: THERE WAS NO FLOOOOOORRRR

“Tasha, ‘M gonna–”

“Bunny, keep your voice down.” Her words were muffled, and her hips moved in hushed tones. My hand was pressed against the wall while my other gripped her shoulder tightly, terrified of hurting her. But I couldn't help myself; she was fucking me fast and hard.

These were tense and maneuvering times. When the woman of your dreams decides to take you against the wall in your father's beloved home, you never know what to expect. It felt risky, even naughty because I had never imagined being fucked by my father's best friend. That's right, my father's best friend. Of course, she was much older than me, nearly twice my age. But neither of us cared, not in the least. Plus, she enjoys my cunt. She once told me that no one else could fuck me because my hole was too big for everyone else and too small for her. I enjoyed every minute of our "conversation."

“You feel fuckin’ amazing,” she grunts into my neck while holding my hips hard against the wall, rutting herself into me. “You’re so wet and tight around my fat cock. You’re lovin’ this, aren’t ya, sweet girl?”

“Tash–Oh my god!” My breathing becomes labored as the air becomes thicker. I bit my lower lip hard and felt my eyes roll back in my head. Her dick was massive. It couldn't possibly fit inside me, but who doesn't enjoy a good challenge? “R-Right there, Daddy, give me all of you…”

"You make me want to cum soon," she says raggedly, thrusting upwards into my cunt faster, our skin deliciously slapping against each other. “Oh fuck, I don’t think I can last long.”

"Almost there, Tasha," I grumbled. Natasha sloppily kisses my lips and rubs her thumb furiously against my clit to catch my orgasm with her. “W-Wait, stop! It’s too much–”

"Clench on my dick, baby," she begs, her voice higher pitched than usual. I knew she wouldn't stop pushing into me. She needed to put her cum in me before my father found me in her room, or she'd have a stiff appendage all day without my father noticing. “That’s it–Ugh… god, you feel so good. I want to get you full, maybe even carry my baby. That’s such an arousing idea, don’t you think, little one?”

“Daddy, I don’t think I’m ready for that!”

She pushes me up against the wall, kissing my chest with pure desire. Her growling can be heard against my skin. Meaningless to say, she is being possessive with me. I spread my legs wider and allowed her to force her cock inside me until my juices coated her entire length. I twitch as I hear our skin slap, and my walls tighten around her dick, even more, cumming around her shaft without her permission.

"Oh god, baby!" she shivers as she clutches me close to her body, still thrusting her dick inside me with such desperation roaring from her. Her cock was trapped between my walls, unable to escape completely. “Jesus fucking christ, you’re taking me in so well… look at your pretty puffy pussy. All for me to abuse.”

We both kiss again before a bright voice knocks on our door, making me tilt my head because I already knew who was behind that red door. It was my father who was calling us for lunch.

“Nat? It’s time for lunch! I can’t find Y/n anywhere. Is she with you?” I looked at Natasha with horror and started to scramble away from her, but she held me between her legs and covered my mouth with her calloused hand – unable to speak.

What was she doing?! Trying to get me in trouble?!

Slowly but surely, she starts thrusting into me again with a mischievous grin and sweat forming in her temples. "Dare to make a sound, and I'll punish you later; we don't want that, right?" Natasha whispered in my ear. I shook my head vigorously, unable to respond to her. “Good girl, just keep yourself tight for me.”

“Nat? You there?”

She thrusts me hard, causing me to scream into her hand. "I'm not sure where she is, Steve. Have you looked in the backyard? She’s probably there, studying.”

She slowly pulled herself out and pushed her length back into me, unconcerned about my pleasure. She buries her face in my neck and keeps rutting herself in my cunt, grunting quietly as if it's a secret. Her hands wander through my camisole tank top, pinching my nipples as soon as they appear, and she harshly whispers to me, "Gonna cum in you, okay?" Going to fill you up to the brim, little girl.”

"OK, thank you," I say as I hear my father's voice outside the door. “Please come down soon. I roasted us some steak!” Natasha removed her hand from my lips and kissed me hard - poorly - as soon as he was gone. She didn't stop pounding me up against the wall, nor did she stop holding my hips down to meet her thrusts. I screamed into her mouth as I felt her exploding inside me, knowing that her loads were pretty thick, which meant it would fill my stomach - as if I wasn't starved for lunch any longer.

“Ugh, that’s it…” she murmurs into my skin, still thrusting inside me but at a slower pace. “God, take my cum in you, baby… you know you can only take my cum.”

She pulls out and slips her dick back into her pants, affectionately kissing my collarbone. We didn't have much time for aftercare, so I quickly drew up my pinkish shorts and slowly opened the door, looking left and right to see if my father was nearby. I felt my buttocks being smacked before I took a step outside. When I turned around, Natasha gave me a look that revealed her stiff appendage through those jeans.

And just like that, we were content.

“So,” my father prompts his elbows against the clothed table while Natasha is eating beside me. “Are you going on a date with James?”

James Bucky Barnes. He had been one of my oldest friends since we moved to Greece; I was relieved to make friends here because I wasn't social. But he was, and that pushed me out of my comfort zone. At first, the stares and conversations were pure and innocent. Until last month, before Natasha arrived at our house, we kissed. At first, I mistook it for a magical spark like in fairy tale books. But when Natasha and I started talking, it was more than that. It was magical, but the fairy tale books were much darker than they appeared. Natasha kissed my lips as she held me in her lap, asking if we should stop and reconsider what we had done. But I never gave her a proper response and kept kissing her, hoping my taste would linger on her tongue.

I could feel Natasha stare at me, and I felt myself shrinking in my seat.

“W-Why would you assume that?” I asked quietly.

He shrugs, giving me an approving smile that I don’t necessarily need. “I thought you two liked each other.”

“I’m sure Bucky doesn’t like me that way,” I said, hoping he wouldn't ask about him again as I ate Natasha's tomato soup. The woman next to me was staring, but not in a creepy way. Not even in an amusing way. She just sits there and… stares.

I was going to have a long night.

“Who’s Bucky?” she finally asks. Although, I couldn’t tell whether she was disappointed in me. “Is he your friend from school?”

“Actually, he’s my neighbor.”

Natasha stares at me again and nods, looking back at her plate as she chomps down her steak. Steve looks at her for a few seconds before finishing his glass of wine, smiling at me as he stands up.

“I do hope you bring Bucky here again. He seems like a nice boy.”

"He is," I replied honestly. Bucky was, in fact, a gentleman. He has always put me first in any skeptical situation; he even brought my father a basket of fruit out of appreciation and politeness. He's not your typical neighborhood guy. He’s pretty different from that. He's stunning, but I'm not interested in him – and that makes me wonder every night before Natasha returns to my life again.

Natasha stood up without a word and returned to the kitchen, washing her plate. I did not see her that night, and I might’ve guessed she was envious of him. But who am I to think that way? I was probably not unique to her, nor will I ever be special to her.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I needed Bucky to be in my room. He soothed my panic attacks by assuring me that I was always safe with him. As a young child, I needed validation - even from my "friends," but no one seemed to give it to me, so I've always lacked love. But my father and Bucky gave me that love; they did it better than my mother. As I was about to fall asleep, I heard the door creak, which caused my head to turn, and I saw Natasha approaching in her pink shirt and white boxers.

“N-Nat?” I gurgled, rubbing my left eye. “What are you doing here?”

She shushes me with her lips pressing on my forehead as she removes the blanket on my body, tucking herself in with me. She brought my head to her chest and kept pecking my head, which made me feel sleepy and wanted. I heard her whisper, “I’m sorry.”

I hummed, nuzzling my head on her chest. “For what?”

“For ignoring you all night.”

She’s apologizing for being jealous?

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Tasha.” I soothed, looking up at her chin as I tried to catch her attention – she caught my eye. “I thought you were jealous–”

She cuts me off with her deep, shrill voice. “I was,” she sighs, unable to speak for herself. “I don’t know what I was thinking, and I’m sorry. I guess I thought you were mine.”

As she confesses, my heartbeat quickens. Her presence made it difficult for me to breathe. I was embarrassed that my cheeks were warm and pinkish, but I didn't care. I wanted her to notice me - to see me. I could beg on my knees all day and let her stare at me, but I wouldn't mind. I desired to have her as well. I wanted all of her.

She holds me closer and kisses my nose, then on my lips. As we kissed each other, I felt her tongue slipping into my mouth – I could not move. She brought both hands down to my waist and language kissed me, moaning each time we made the sound of our kiss, which became sloppy. She felt maneuvered by me, lightened by my presence. I knew she had always told me what she felt whenever I was around.

“You’re so important to me,” she whispers, nipping the center of my neck. “I can’t see you with him, never. I-I’d die, Y/n. I’d fucking die.”

“Y-You won’t lose me,” I reassured her as I cupped her face. “Tash, you know I won’t ever slip away from you.”

We cuddled up in each other's arms that night. I was happy, wholly fulfilled that she was with me. As if in me. I could smell her thick smoky perfume and mint mouthwash on her breath. I begged in my mind, take me. Make me yours. I promise to be a saint to you. As long as you love me. But it could be impossible that she was in love with me, as I am in love with her.

I laid on her chest, cuddling her close.

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euphor1a · 1 year

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Namjoon gives you a belly bulge

thirst drabbles (7/∞)

fandom » bts

pairing » namjoon x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, established relationship.

word count » ~ 550

warnings » profanity, dom/sub undertones, belly bulge, big d*ck!joon, size kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, lmk if i missed anything!

Another whimper escapes you, eyes closed shut from the bliss that enraptures your mind and body. Namjoon buries his nose in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. His hand, gentle yet firm, puts pressure on the bulge that has appeared in your belly. You gasp, soon followed by a groan that reverberates in his throat.

“Would you take a look at that! Fuck. Your little pussy can’t even take my cock properly.” He nips on the sensitive flesh of your neck. You jerk a little in response, overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock filling you up so well. Namjoon repositions himself to look into your eyes.

“Look at me, baby, c’mon.”

The moment you open your eyes to meet his gaze, he starts to pull out. You shudder, feeling all those veins and ridges of his length dragging deliciously along your gummy walls. Before you can process anything else, Namjoon thrusts back inside. You cry out as you’re pushed upwards from the force.

“Joonie—” your voice is small, barely audible. He sets a pace that is ruthless, cock repetitively hitting all those sweet spots inside you. The sounds you make with each of his thrusts are like punctuation. Your eyes roll back whenever his tip brushes over your cervix. You’re overflowing with fluids, leaking and gushing around him. Some of it runs down your inner thighs, slathering over him also.

“You’re making a mess, baby, fuck.” Namjoon catches your lips in a searing kiss. Your back arches, breasts pressing into the hardness of his chest. He growls when he feels your pebbled nipples against his skin.

“M– ugh, I need more!” you whine, breaking the kiss abruptly. Your hips buck up to match his rhythm. Namjoon lets his hand slip between your joined bodies, gently stroking the belly bulge.

“Oh baby,” he rasps, “wonder how your cute tummy will look when all nice and round.” Your pussy clenches when you realize what he’s implying. “You’d love that, won’t you? Do you want me to breed your little womb? Yeah?”

“Fu–fuck— Joonie! Yes!” A strange wave of carnal desire pulses in your body. Namjoon notices immediately.

“Is that what you want, hm? Pretty tits full of milk for our baby who’ll grow inside your tummy?”

You shudder against him, his hips roughly pounding into you. He takes the hold of your left leg to place it on his shoulder, cock now hitting deeper into your pussy.

“I’m gonna fill you up with all my cum, baby,” he mutters under his breath, pressing a kiss on your stomach. “And you’re gonna keep every single drop of it in your pussy like a good girl. Okay?”

However, you’re way too preoccupied to answer his question, brain addled at how good he’s screwing you, promising you things you’ve never dared to think about. Namjoon doesn’t appreciate your silence. His hand slowly runs down from your belly bulge to clit, a shocked gasp escaping you.

“Answer me, baby. You’ll keep my entire load inside your pussy like a good girl, right?”

You clench around him upon those words, lips moving to utter a breathless “yes”. Your teary eyes meet his, head nodding fervently. Namjoon can’t help but groan at your eagerness, thrusts turning sloppy.

He loves you so, so bad. And it will be the same for your kid.

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inlovewithgreta · 2 months

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Fencing Master - Joan Ferguson x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Your fencing lesson takes a surprising but welcoming turn.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Dom!Joan, Sub!Reader, degradation, age gap, praise, glove kink, semi-public sex, squirting, swearing, slight size kink?

Word Count: 2.3k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover

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"Ugh- Fuck!" you groaned, letting your sword fall dramatically to the ground in defeat. "This is such bullshit," you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You're weak," a lowered crisp voice responded, long dark locks of black and grey stray hairs falling from your fencing partner's messy braid as she took her protective helmet off to scold you. "You're not shifting your weight properly, and your arms are like noodles." She grabbed your limp arm to prove her point.

"I'm doing what you taught me!" You tore your own helmet off, letting your gaze meet the darkened eyes of the woman in front of you.

"Not good enough. You're better than this," she stated. "Let's go again." She demanded, putting her helmet back on, and gripping her fencing sabre tightly with her dark, leather gloves.

Your eyes fell to her hand after hearing her leather grip, before letting out a deep breath and fixing your own helmet back onto your head. It was hard to ignore the beads of sweat along your forehead, after all, the two of you have been at this for hours.

After the sparring began again, you were quicker on your feet, planning your movements before attacking. But Joan was quicker. More advanced. More thought-through. She knew what you were doing before you even did it. Joan knew how you worked, how your brain thought.

She quickly picked up on it, and as soon as she felt your confidence grow, letting you think you were going to win, your movements becoming almost too predictable, she lunged at you. Her movements caught you off guard and you tripped over your own foot. Joan was quick to catch your hand but wasn't quick enough and was pulled down with you, both of you falling with synchronized grunts.

"What the fuck was that?" You huffed, tearing your mask off once again and tossing it beside you, too shocked by your fall to realize Joan had fallen on top of you.

"It's sad, really. How I know your every thought. Every move. It's pathetic. I thought I trained you better than this. To lead with your body, not with your mind. Your body knows best." Her own mask flew elsewhere, gloved hands sitting just beside your head as she talked down to you.

"Maybe I just need a better teacher," you seethed, gritting your teeth and letting out a much needed sigh.

"Or maybe you just need another lesson," she sternly stated, using a hand to undo the velcro holding her top together to allow herself breathe easier.

Joan caught the glimpse you stole from her neck to her chest that were coated in small beads of sweat, and took it upon herself to test the waters even more. After all, she did know you better than you even knew yourself.

"You must learn to control your body. Control your thoughts." A gloved hand slipped to your neck, the cold, leathery feel sending a chill down your spine and your body to shiver under her touch that didn't go unnoticed. "Do you think I haven't caught onto you? Your not-so-subtle glances in my direction. That pathetic little doe-eyed look you give me when I praise you. The hunger in your eyes when I degrade you. It's quite obvious what direction your mind goes in." Her knee slid between your inner thighs, forcing a quiet moan from you. "You're liking this, aren't you, little one?"

Your breathing was shaky as you laid in awe, hyper fixating on the leathery material wrapped around your neck and the knee that pressed roughly against your core. When you didn't respond, Joan squeezed her hand on your throat tighter.

"Answer me," she demanded. Lips hovered just mere inches above your own, and the smell of her musky perfume mixed with the leathery gloves were driving you mad.

"Y-yes, Miss Ferguson," you whimpered. Innocent eyes gazed at her with longing, and a dark, seductive undertone that the older woman was craving from you.

"Joan," she said. "You may call me Joan, but only when we are like this. Around others I am still your teacher, your superior. Got it?" She lifted a brow.

"Yes, Miss— Joan," you corrected yourself.

"Good girl. Now are you ready for your next lesson?" A smirk toyed at her tight lips at how easy this all was. You were always her best student. So quick to learn, so eager to do better, so... hungry for her validation, and Joan just wanted nothing more than to feed you it.

Her best student. Her neediest student. Pinned beneath her with a flushed face. Hair sprawled beautifully out around your head. Those lips parted, inviting her in. And those eyes. Fuck... Looking up at her through those curled wispy lashes. How someone like you could be so pure yet so filthy all at the same time. How someone half her age could possibly find her attractive, but she wasn't about to complain.

"Mhm," you nodded your head. "I'm ready for you to teach me about..?" you trailed off, with puppy dog eyes, expecting her to finish your sentence for you.

"Don't be stupid." You squirmed at her words, Joan's hand leaving your neck to unzip and rid you of your protective fencing top, with the help of you lifting your body to slide it off with ease. "You know exactly what I'm going to teach you, don't you? Or do I need to stop what I'm doing and teach you a lesson about listening first?" She gave a faux pout, retracting her hands all-together.

"No- please, Joan!" You instinctively grabbed her leather covered hand, and returned it to your neck, where it had since grown cold from her missing touch. Your expected urgency to keep her going forced a small chuckle from the older woman. "Teach me about control. P-Please. Help me control my body. I need it. I need you, Joan. Please teach me." Your hips bucked with desire, needing her knee to push your button harder.

"You're pathetic, dear." She admitted with a lick to her lips that your eyes followed. "But that's a lesson for another day." Her mouth crashed into yours, leaving you breathless. Her kisses were passionate. Hungry. Demanding. Tongue completely dominating your own, completely expected on both of your ends.

One of your hands grabbed roughly at her top, pulling her unimaginable closer while the other went to her hair. More specifically, her braid. Fingers wrapped around the messy strands and pulled, earning the most subtle moan from the woman.

As much as she liked it, you weren't the one in charge. This was a lesson. And you needed to be taught. She couldn't lose control. Not now. Not today.

She grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling away from her hair but still allowing you to touch her, leaving your hand atop her own that stayed holding onto your throat. This moment was about you, not her.

After repositioning herself to a straddling position, the loss of her knee against your core cause a whimper to escape, missing her touching your needy center.

"So disappointing..." she said with a frown, allowing you both to catch some much needed air. "Can't even reposition myself to better aid your lesson without you whining like a needy little slut." Her hand strained against the leather glove on your neck, wanting to squeeze tighter but having to refrain herself in fear of pushing you too far too fast.

"I'm sorry—" you were cut off by a finger pressed to your lips. "Don't you dare apologize. You do not apologize for that. You own it. Own up to what you are. Let me hear you say it. Say what you are." Her dark eyes gazed at you expectedly, awaiting a response. The correct response.

"I-I'm a needy little slut," you let out a shaky breath, finding it hard to read your fencing master's expression after your admission. Those words, however, helped the damp patch between her legs grow even more. She could get off on those words alone.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it? Hmm?" She planted a rewarding kiss to your plump lips as her hand trailed down to your pants. You mumbled a 'no' as velcro was undone, zipper went down, and your hips lifted as you shimmied out of your fencing uniform entirely. All that covered you was a thinly cropped white tank top, and a pair of fitted shorts that just barely covered your ass.

Joan held back a groan at your tinier figure. She was much bigger than you. Much stronger. Much more dominating. The idea of her much thicker, longer fingers, filling you had her heart thudding rapidly in her chest with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see how many fingers you could take. And you were thrilled to find out for yourself.

"Joan..." you faintly whispered the older woman's name as her lips made their way to your neck. "Need you.. so bad..please! I've been doing so good for you. So—so good," you begged her as she left marks along your neckline, soothing her bites with a gentle tongue.

Feeling generous to your pleas, Joan allowed a single hand to roam down the center of your chest, purposely ignoring your breasts as she ran her hand lower. The ticklish spot just below your navel etched into her memory when you let out a very audible hum and your belly twitched beneath her wandering fingers.

"Will you continue to be good for me?" she asked, allowing her hand to skim beneath your waistband but stopping purposely just before reaching your center.

"God- yes, Joan! I'll be so good. Such a good girl for you, just fuck me. I'm begging you. I need you." Her mouth returned to yours, hovering just close enough to your lips.

"I don't hear a please..." she tutted, fingers just barely grazing your clit.

"Please—" words were cut short when you let out your first sinful moan at her fingers circling your precious bundle of nerves. Joan loved that noise coming from you, telling herself she would do whatever it took to keep you going.

Her leather-clad fingers worked wonders as she occasionally pressed harder against your button that forced your hips to grind against the dominating woman's hand.

"Oh, Joan! Just like that," your eyes fluttered shut but the ravenette ceased her fingers. "Keep those eyes open, my little whore. I want to see you."

Your eyes glistened as you reopened them, gaze fixating on Joan's dark, hooded eyes, all color completely gone at her dilated pupils. "That's my good girl. Such a good listener for me."

"Joan...I- I'm gonna...." Your body twitched as you felt your nearing release. The woman above you smirking before shoving two digits inside your pussy, that clenched around her.

"Not yet...Fuck, you're so tight.." she moaned at your restricted walls as she began fucking you with her fingers. The new sensation drove you wild. Her fingers were rather large, more slender, and more skilled than yours. "This little pussy belongs to me now, yes?" She asked, raising her usual eyebrow.

"Y-yes, of course!" You shook your head with a cry when her fingers dove deeper and skillfully rubbed the soft-spongy spot that had your pussy fluttering around her digits.

"Say it. I need you to say it," she pinched your hardened nipple between her thumb and pointer finger, eliciting a hearty moan from you. "Say it or you don't get to come." The pain mixed with pleasure fills you with euphoric madness.

"My pussy is yours...All yours, Joan! I p-promise it's only yours from now on..." You felt dirty at the own words coming out of your mouth but at the same time have never been more turned on.

"That's what I like to hear. You're mine now. Only I get to fuck and stretch this tight pussy of yours. Only me..." She forcefully took your lips with hers, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth before shoving her tongue in your mouth.

Your walls clenched unimaginably tighter, making it harder for Joan's fingers to fuck you but she was relentless, ensuring you would get the release you were craving.

"Come for me, woman. Let me feel you." She whispered against your lips, your loud moans being muffled by her ravenous mouth enclosing your own in a hungry kiss.

Her palm pushing against your clit was the last straw to have your body filling with immense heat as you fell over the edge. Your body shaking, breasts pushing into hers as your back arched from the ground, and fingers mindlessly digging into the back of her neck as you held her.

"Oh...oh fuck! Joan—" You cried out, wetness covered your inner thighs as you mindlessly squirted from the monstrous strokes coming from her leather coated fingers that didn't dare stop as you rode out your orgasm.

"That's it, let go...Come for me.." Her husky voice caused a guttural moan to fall past your lips. She went to go suck the flesh on your neck, but your fingers pulled at her hair, forcing her mouth to lavish yours once more. Needing her mouth on yours more than ever.

"Mmmph..." Your teeth clamping down onto the dominant woman's bottom lip forced a groan from the ravenette as your pussy clamped tightly around her digits that slowly removed themselves from you.

"Congratulations..." Joan smirked, tongue darting out to lick her now swollen bottom lip, tasting a familiar metallic liquid. It slightly stung from your harsh bite as you partially punctured her, but she found herself to be proud of what you've done. "You've passed your first lesson. It's remarkable what one can do if they just... listened.."

Your tired and hooded eyes couldn't help but roll at words, knowing she was completely right, but you didn't dare to admit it to her just yet.

After all, you still wanted another lesson.

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shiyosugi · 9 months

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AUGUST SPECIAL

Yoichi Isagi x fem!reader

Warning: Unprotected sex? A few curse words. The rest, you guys know it already.

Actually not that special, but tell you what, I rarely write smut so you guys can say that this is just me practicing writing such a thing. Why does that sound wrong- Anyway, enjoy I guess... This is bad ugh- please anyone, hit me for writing this trash-

"Yoichi..." You whined out your boyfriend's name as he kept on teasing you with kissing your neck. His tongue grazing your skin, his hot breath touched your sensitive spot on your neck, he was ready to bite your neck and left even more marks. He always took his time when it came to make you feel good, always started with kissing you all over your body.

Your neck was filled by his marks, sometimes when he saw that the marks he left were starting to disappear, he would softly kissed your neck and then without warning, he bit you on the the same spot he left his marks, hurting your neck over and over again.

His hands were pressed firmly against your thighs, leaving red marks. You were straddling him as your arms wrapped around his neck, he heard you whining out his name and knew that you were being impatient "Shh, be patient for your boyfriend, please..." he said in a soft tone. His hands were now starting to caress your thighs, his touch was gentle but you can feel that he was also starting to put pressure into it.

His lips went down from your neck to your shoulder and started nibbling it. Hearing your soft whimpers and moans satisfied him, he wanted to hear more and perhaps even louder — so he bit your shoulder with an unexpected strength which cause you to moan a bit louder. He smirked when he heard your sweet moan and continued to left kisses on your body, going even towards your chest.

Did I mention that your upper body was practically covered with bruises and marks and it was all because of him? Yoichi himself? Yep, this man just can't leave your body unmarked by him.

One of his hands left your thigh and went up to your back, his slender fingers tracing your spine slowly. Oh how he loved doing that to his sensitive girlfriend, seeing you being so reactive to his touches. He finally pulled his face away from your body to look up at your slightly red face.

"You want more right?" he asked with a teasing smirk on his face. You nodded immediately to that and he can't help but chuckled at how impatient you were, he gently lifted you up by keeping your thighs in his grasp and pressed against his waist. "But...you better praise me..." He suddenly whispered to you as he brought you to the bedroom.

The next thing you knew, you were pinned down to the bed, underneath him as his cock thrusting deeper and deeper into you. Your hands were on either side of your head as he locked his hands with yours, keeping you in place. Your moans filling his ears, as his own moans filling your ears also.

You have done this with him several times already, so you can tell he was being a bit rougher than usual. "Come on... I told you to praise me right?" He whispered into your ears before giving you a soft kiss on your cheek. You can't even utter a word as he kept up with his rough and fast pace, you weren't even used to this new change. How can you even say anything properly when your mind was all fuzzy.

"I can't..." You managed to say though your voice was a bit shaky due to him being rougher each thrusts. "I guess I need to stop going so easy on you, hm? Look at you... You barely can open your eyes and say something clearly." He said that yet he was also having a hard time to speak, he was panting so much, his breath was getting even heavier than you.

He was just bullying your cervix at the this point, he wanted you to feel good but since you were being a bit impatient tonight — there was no wrong with being rough with you now, right? "I can't always let you get what you want, can I? But oh... my love, she is just too cute for me to resist." He managed to say between moans and small whimpers. You did want to praise him yet you can't even utter a word as your moans were the only sound that was able to leave your mouth.

You were about to say something but you knew that you were near your orgasms, so you can't speak properly but still you forced yourself to. "Y...You're..." You managed to say that but wasn't able to finish it directly, "I'm what?" he asked, he was still waiting for you to praise him at least one time, or he might leave you unsatisfied.

However, that wasn't what he wanted. He kept on pounding and he really went all out. Your eyes were still shut close, a loud moan escaped your lips as the both of your hands that were holding onto to each other's hands even tighter. The sound of the bed creaking was enough to tell you just how much strength he put into this session.

You knew that you need to praise him. No. You have to for some reason, but he overstimulated you. Just how can you speak now...? You still didn't finish your sentence earlier so he was waiting for you to finish it and didn't seem to mind letting you to take your time because he can keep on with his pounding whilst stretching your walls. You were so tight now...

"You're so good...so fucking good..." You finally said with a breathy voice, you barely heard yourself but he heard you, "Open your eyes, love." he said with his voice sounded a bit raspy. When you managed to open your eyes and saw that he was smirking, oh lord, that smirk always make you act up. "I like that smirk..." You managed to say that even with his intense and hard pounding, "...like the way you're doing this..." "Alright alright... Shh, that's enough..." he stopped you before you could say anything more because he knew that once you started talking when you were near your orgasm, you were going to lose almost all of the sanity left in you. "Cum with me, wouldn't you?"

You were only able to nod and before you knew it, the both of you cum pretty hard and he was satisfied with what he had just done with you. He managed to go this rough with you and overstimulated you. His thrusting slowed down until it stopped as you and him caught your breath. He finally let go of your hands and wrapped his arms around your body and brought your body closer to him.

He didn't pull out just yet. He gave you soft kisses all over your face until he pulled his face away from yours and then asked, "Am I too rough?" You shook your head slightly and said "No, you're not... I like that." he smiled then buried his face in the crook of your neck — feeling his hot breath against your skin.

"Relax now, I'll take care of you." Was the last thing you heard before closing your eyes.

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Date Night

18 + Minors dni

college bucky (brothers best friend) x college reader (Steve’s sister) A/N: These two continue to explore, from Untouched to Tongue Twister, now its their first official date! Time for Bucky to find out what your mouth can do. Please comment, reblog and like! <3

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, FLUFFF

Word count: 4.6k

Next part of this au: Tipsy

You sat on the couch, your legs splayed across Bucky’s lap as you typed out an essay you had been working on for over a week. You huffed in frustration with two pages left, still having to go back again to edit. Bucky smiled softly at your grumpy face as you groaned, falling back against the pillows, closing your eyes.

“It’s like it never ends! Ugh, why did I pick a major that involves so much writing?”

Bucky chuckled, closing your laptop and placing it on the floor before moving to lie on top of you, pulling your hand away from your face. Your pouty expression was his favourite, placing little kisses on your nose and all over your cheeks making you giggle.

“Because you’re brilliant at writing,” Bucky grinned as you shook your head, rolling your eyes. “You’ve been working too hard doll, you need to take a break”

“I can’t Buck, this thing is due next week and I still have so much editing to do” Truthfully, you had been overworking yourself; you were hardly able to spend any time with him since the last time, putting in all your time and effort into this assignment. You were either in the library or locked in your room, typing away or doing research. You did secretly enjoy a few moments alone, at night, moaning his name, biting onto your pillow to silence your screams, but it wasn’t the same. You needed to feel him, taste him.

“C’mon, just one break won’t hurt, pretty please?” Bucky nuzzled against you, hoping his baby blues would be able to melt you; you thought for a moment, unable to resist the adorable puppy eyes Bucky was giving you.

“Hm, okay fine. What did you want to do Buck, we could go for a walk now” You booped his nose as he grinned, sitting up a bit so he could look at you properly.

“I want to take you out on an actual date doll” Bucky said in a more serious tone. He loved all the little moments he shared with you, cuddled up on your bed or relaxing on the couch but he wanted to actually take you out, show you how much you actually meant to him.

You blushed, butterflies erupting in your tummy at the thought of going on a date with your brother’s best friend. You had always had a crush on him and while you loved the few private moments you shared together, this felt more official.

“Really?” your voice was small, shyly gazing at him, your body now buzzing with anticipation.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I baby?” Bucky stroked your hair, kissing your forehead, “All you have to do is be ready for tonight, okay?” You nodded, shimmying out of his hold to rummage through your closet and pick the perfect outfit for him. “Where you going doll?”

“To get ready!” You grinned while Bucky pouted at the loss of your warmth wrapped around him.

“But there’s time baby, come back and cuddle”

“No!” Bucky chuckled at your eagerness, his heart fluttering as he watched you bounce up the stairs to your room.

***

“Bucky, you want anything?”

“Buck?”

“What the hell is this guy-” Sam waved his face in front of Bucky’s face as Bucky stared off into the distance thinking about what he wanted to do for the evening, hardly registering Sam calling him. “Hello?! Earth to Barnes?”

An eraser bouncing off his head broke him from his thoughts as he blinked at Sam, his mind shifting between the date night and you.

“I’m going to get coffee, you want anything?”

Bucky shook his head, going back to his planning; he wanted it to be special. He thought about all the little details he knew about you; you loved the little family diner down the street, warm waffles with ice cream, he remembered a conversation he overheard between you and Nat about wanting to dance but feeling too shy. You’d once mentioned how you thought drive in movies were romantic. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“What are you thinking about punk?” Steve shook his head looking at his friend who looked like a love struck idiot, cheeks flushed, heart eyes at all times, a goofy grin on his face, staring off into nothing.

“Uh, wanted to take y/n out somewhere special, do something nice for her”

“Gross” The smile on Steve’s face showed he didn’t actually think it was gross. “She’s into sappy stuff, do with this information what you will”

Bucky nodded, getting up from his seat in the library to plan his evening with you.

“Use protection- Ow!” Tony rubbed the back of his head having earned another smack from Steve.

“I swear to god, do you ever say anything else?” Steve flicked his ear for good measure, going back to the book he was reading.

***

“Doll? You ready?”

“Coming!”

Bucky waited by the stairs, his breath hitching as he saw you descend the stairs, all dressed up for your date. He had seen you plenty of times before but this was different. It was all of it was just for him.

You wore a red sun dress, the flowing skirt ending a few inches above your knees; the sweet heart neckline accentuated your cleavage perfectly. Your hair was in soft waves and your makeup was simple; just enough to enhance your natural features. Your nails were painted a deep red, matching your toes.

“Fuck…”

Bucky’s mouth opened and closed, searching for words as you giggled, looking at the floor, feeling warm under his gaze. Your heart raced seeing him; yeah, he always looked attractive but tonight was something else. He was dressed in all black, the shirt stretching across his perfectly defined chest. His jeans clung nicely on his thighs, and you definitely felt light headed with his intoxicating scent, a perfect mix of his cologne and something distinctly him.

“Hi Buck”

“You look…you’re so beautiful my babydoll, you ready?” You nodded as he cupped your face in his hand, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips. “Oh, here, these are for you” Bucky handed you a bouquet of baby pink roses with a few stems of baby’s breath, a tiny note hanging off the stem.

My only

- Your Bucky x

“Uh, wasn’t sure if you’d like flowers or not, and I don’t want it to seem too old fashioned but you also deserve the best so I asked the florist and –

You cut him off, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply. Bucky smiled into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly before setting you back down.

“I love them so much; no one’s ever gotten me flowers before, well other than Steve. Thank you Bucky” You grinned, inhaling the soft floral scent, making your way over to the kitchen to put them in some water. Bucky took your hand, leading you to his car, opening the door for you before coming around to the driver’s side. You felt giddy with excitement; you had bugged him for a while asking what he had planned but he refused to tell you anything.

“Where are we going Buck?”

“It’s a surprise doll” Bucky’s cheeks were flushed, his heart racing as he pulled out of the drive way.

Bucky drove around the corner of the street, parking on the side in front of your favourite diner Nonna’s. It was usually packed, especially on Friday evenings but the place looked surprisingly empty.

“Buck? Are they open, it looks empty…” You peered from inside the car, the usual Come In We’re Open sign on the door was missing but it also didn’t say they were closed. The lights were on but they had been dimmed.

“Don’t worry, they’re open” Bucky had a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he got out of the car, jogging around to open the door for you. “C’mon, doll” You took his hand, eyeing him suspiciously; he was doing an awful job trying to hide the smirk that had taken over his face.

He knocked on the door twice, as the little elderly lady who owned the diner came to unlock it, pulling him in immediately as she opened the door. She squealed seeing your hand in his, pulling you for a hug as well.

“Jamie! Y/n! Buona serata” Bucky grinned, hunching over to hug her, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

“Good evening Mrs. Russo. I guess you already know who my date is then?” Bucky blushed, as he moved his hand around your waist, holding you close.

“Of course I know her! Bella, I should have known it would be a special girl if you were going through all this elaborate planning”

“Hi Mrs. Russo” You gave her a hug, having known her for years; the diner was your go to place for comfort food.

“Come, your table is ready!”

As you made your way to the table, you noticed all the little details that had been added around the diner. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, there were a few candles lit to warm the dim atmosphere. A fresh basket of bread sticks were placed on your table along with a small spread of fresh mozzarella and tomato jam. Your favorite gnocchi was already plated along with Bucky’s usual order of lasagna. Bucky pulled your chair out before sitting across from you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“James…” Your voice was hardly above a whisper as you continued to marvel at how the usual busy spot was transformed to look cozy and romantic. "What did- how did…how?”

“Uh, I knew you really liked this spot but I wanted it to be just the two of us so I asked Mrs. Russo if it’d be okay if she closed a little early so we could have the place to ourselves. She’s been bugging me to find a date before she sets me up with someone herself so she didn’t hesitate to say yes”

You giggled, plucking a bread stick; it nearly melted in your mouth, warm and fresh from the oven. Your gnocchi had an extra sprinkling of fresh parmesan along with extra basil leaves on top.

“You know what I add to my order?” You grinned, humming at the way the sauce coated your tongue.

“Yes, and the extra parm I understand. Why you need nearly a whole stem of basil is beyond me y/n” Bucky teased you as you scoffed.

“Because it’s delicious” You stuck your tongue out at him. You nudged your foot playfully at him but he caught and held your foot between his legs, smirking as you gasped.

“Bucky…” Your heart raced slightly as your focus wandered between the firm hold around your ankle and the way he was biting his lips.

“What princess?” He blinked innocently, bringing a bit of the lasagna to your lips for you to taste. Bucky smirked at the way you moaned, his cock slightly stirring watching the way your tongue darted out to lick your lips, loving the way you looked in the candle light. Music started to play in the background; the record player that was usually off to the side had been placed near you as Mrs. Russo scurried back into the kitchen.

“Dance with me?”

“Um…” You hesitated as Bucky extended his hand; you had always wanted for someone to ask you to dance but your nerves took over and you knew you’d trip.

“Please? It’s me, your Bucky, just one dance baby”

Bucky took your hands, spinning you towards him, catching your waist in his hands. He placed one hand on the small of your back, while lacing the other hand with yours, swaying gently and holding you close. You gazed up at him, feeling his warm breath fan your face; his perfect lips curved into a perfect smile.

“You did all this for me?”

“Anything for you y/n” Bucky kissed your head softly, a mischievous glint creeping back on his face.

“Bucky!” You squealed as he dipped you, holding you securely in his arms, twirling and lifting you with ease, loving the way you laughed each time. You were both panting by the end of the song as you sat for a moment to take a sip of water.

“Give me a minute doll” Bucky made his way over to the kitchen, slipping through the doors while you waited.

“Mrs. Russo, here’s-

“On the house” She cut him off, forcing Bucky to put his wallet away, giving him a stern look as she rolled out sheets of pasta.

“But Mrs. Russo-

“You like her yes?” Bucky nodded, his cheeks blushing when he thought of you, the way you gave him butterflies, the way he couldn’t resist you. “Then shut up and get out of my kitchen!” She started to shoo him away, pushing him towards the doors.

“But you did so much, I have to p-

“You will do no such thing! Go enjoy the rest of your evening with her, go!”

You smiled to yourself; no one had ever done something like this for you before. Bucky made you feel so special every time he was with you and the way he looked tonight fuck- you wanted to skip the night entirely the second you saw him. The stubble that covered his face, the all black on his tan skin, his pouty pink lips. The way you would get on your knees for this man and wrap your lips around his thick cock till he was a moaning mess beneath you, tasting his cum on your tongue, licking and cleaning up the mess he’d make, teasing his soft sensitive cock, making him whine- Jeez, calm the fuck down y/n.

You’d managed to work yourself up, until you heard a ruckus from the kitchen and a flustered looking Bucky shoved out of the doors as Mrs. Russo waved at the both of you, her eyes sparking with excitement.

“What happened Buck?” You quirked an eyebrow as Bucky snickered, shaking his head while holding you by the waist, leading you back to his car.

“If you’re not tired, I had something else planned too doll, how do you feel?”

Your body shook with excitement; obviously you didn’t want the night to end. You peppered Bucky’s face with kisses, nodding eagerly “Not tired, let’s go!”

Bucky drove with his hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing small circles on your soft skin. You felt goose bumps erupt on your body as his grip got firmer, stroking your inner thigh, his hand inching higher, squeezing the soft flesh. You let out an involuntary whimper, your flimsily panties were definitely as he continued his ministrations. You so badly wanted to take his hand and shove his fingers into your needy pussy, clenching your thighs together instead hoping it’d give you some relief. Your skin felt hot, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice you squirm in the seat, your legs squeezing together; he noticed.

You broke away from your flustered state for a moment; your eyes lit up as Bucky pulled around to a large parking lot with a giant screen at the front.

“Oh my God!! Is this a drive in movie?!” You bounced in your seat as Bucky chuckled nodding, parking the car and kissing your cheek. “Excited babydoll?”

You squealed, your hands clasped together as you looked around you, everything looked exactly as you had always imagined. Couples cuddled together, some with blankets, munching on pop corn, candy, soda all under the stars. It was perfect. Bucky grabbed a few snacks for the both of you, his hand resting in yours, squeezing it occasionally. You squirmed in your seat as the movie started playing, needing to be closer to Bucky.

“You okay doll?”

You hesitated for a moment before speaking, your cheeks flushing. “Can we sit in the back?”

“Of course, you sure baby?” You nodded, not bothering to open the car door to go around, climbing in between the seats to the back instead.

Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat as you clambered to the back; your dress rode up giving him the perfect view of your utterly soaked panties; your thighs glistened with your arousal. The tiny lace left nothing to the imagination. He was ready to pull you right back onto his face and burry his tongue deep in your needy little cun-

“I want to cuddle with you” You pouted from the back, waiting for Bucky to join you. Bucky sucked in a breath, willing himself to behave for the night as he got out of the car to join you. As soon as he slipped in, you nuzzled against him, wrapping your arm around his bicep, resting your head on his shoulder. You could feel your clit throb, desperate for some type of relief, as Bucky’s hand stroked your thigh, tracing mindless shapes with his thumb.

You snuggled into him, giving him innocent little kisses, your hands caressing each other softly, finally enjoying some alone time together. Your hand rubbed up and down the hard planes of his chest as you trailed kisses along his jaw up to the corner of his lips. Bucky turned to you, running his fingers through your hair, brining you closer, kissing you deeply, the movie now long forgotten.

You moaned feeling his tongue trace your lips, letting his tongue lace with yours, your stomach clenching, arousal further drenching your thighs. Your hand started to move lower, resting on his tense abs as you continued to make out with him. Bucky grabbed your face in both hands, his lips and tongue leaving you breathless as you whimpered letting him nip your lips.

His hand trailed down your back, squeezing your ass, desperate to pull your dress up and rip your panties off. Bucky pulled away from you, his lips swollen, panting, eyes screwed shut and he tried to clear his mind away from his aching throbbing cock. You cupped his face making him look at you, as he swallowed thickly. You suddenly felt worried, wondering if you over stepped in some way.

“James? What is it baby?”

“You just…you really have no idea what you do to me babydoll” Bucky looked at you with glassy eyes, his breaths heavy. “I know we came to watch a movie, I just-

“Show me what I do to you Bucky”

Bucky took your hand, placing it over his clothed cock, straining against his jeans, groaning when you started to rub his boner. He closed his eyes, his head pressed against the car seat as you continued to palm him, loving the sweet sounds that were already leaving his lips. You shifted closer to him, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down, your hand rubbing over his now damp briefs. Bucky’s eyes shot open as he felt your hand slip in, wrapping around his cock.

“Baby, you don’t have to-” “Shh, let me take care of you”

You pulled his cock out, stroking his achingly hard length, while sucking the sensitive spot on his neck. Bucky moaned, his hips trying to thrust in your hand, head thrown back as you marked his neck, soothing the area with soft licks after.

“Fuck baby…”

You smirked slowly bending over to place a teasing kiss on the tip of his cock. Bucky whined at the way your lips glistened with his precum, his cock leaking further as you licked it clean. You continued to stroke him, sucking his ear lobe, loving the way it made his cock throb in your hand.

“Tell me what you want baby…” Your lips brushed against his jaw, slightly picking up the pace as you stroked him.

“Please baby, please babygirl, need you, need you so bad” Bucky’s face was flushed, his eyes screwed shut, fearing he’d cum if he watched what you were doing to him. He whimpered as he felt you let go of his cock, your hand grabbing his face to make him look at you.

“I want you to say it James. Tell me what you need me to do baby” Bucky bit his lip, removing your hand from his face, placing it back on his cock, guiding your hand to stroke him. His chest heaved, as he sat up to move his jeans down more, spreading his thighs out further.

“Suck my cock, y/n, please”

You moaned at his words, bending over to lick up the precum that soaked the uncut tip of his cock, your core clenching around nothing as he groaned at the feeling of your tongue. You lapped at the swollen head, teasing him, while stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Please y/n, more, suck it baby” Bucky’s hand made its way to your hair, gently holding it in a pony tail, as he struggled to keep his hips from thrusting into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive head before wrapping your lips around his length, while pumping him in your hand, hollowing your cheeks.

“Just like that baby, just like that, fuck- s’good” The grip on your hair tightened as you moved your tongue in circles. Your pussy was aching and throbbing, as Bucky moved his hand under your dress, squeezing you ass, trying to find some way to ground him as you sucked the life out of him. He tugged at your panties, moaning at how soaked they were.

“C-can I?” Was all he could muster as you nodded, continuing to pump and suck his cock. Bucky bunched your dress up, pulling your panties down just enough to smear your slick around, groaning at how your thighs were sticky, your pussy drenched and needy for him.

“A-all this for me b-baby?”

You released his cock from your mouth with a pop, pulling off momentarily to answer. “Just for you Buckyy”

Bucky plunged two thick fingers into your clenching entrance, pumping in and out of you as you moaned loudly around his cock, the vibrations making his cock twitch. He sped up his fingers, momentarily pulling them out rub against your swollen clit, quickly building your climax, his hand completely soaked in your arousal.

You hesitated before taking a breath through your nose, taking as much of his length you could fit down your throat, the tip of his cock hitting throat causing him to cry out. Bucky let out an obscene moan at the feeling, his hand gripping your hair as he thrusted his hips further down your throat causing you to gag around him. He shoved his fingers into you hitting your gspot repeatedly, loving the way your arousal squirted against his hand each time.

“FUCK BABY, you’re going to make me cum y/n feels so good, so fucking good, just like that babydoll, God don’t stop please don’t fucking stop-,” Bucky pulled out of you to suck his fingers clean, his eyes rolling back, moaning at the taste, “I know you like that baby, can feel you soaking my fingers, you make my cock feel so fuckin’ good baby, shit-”

Bucky’s whines turned needier as you continued to deep throat him, making a mess all over his crotch; your spit and his precum soaking his entire cock and balls. You pulled off his cock momentarily to lap his balls, moaning loudly as his fingers plunged into you again, pumping faster.

“OH fuck fuck fucckk, yes baby YES” Absolutely nothing compared to your warm soft tongue playing with his balls, he felt them tense, they were so heavy and full of cum, he so badly wished he was on your bed, legs spread apart so you could suck them both in your pretty mouth. The obscene squelching noises of his fingers fucking you brought you closer and closer to the edge, your walls fluttered, clit throbbing.

“Fuck babygirl, wish I was on your bed, let your mouth lick me all the way from my balls to the tip of my cock, make a dripping mess in your mouth, bust loads and loads of my cum down your throat fuck- and you’d swallow like such a good girl”

Bucky felt warmth spread through his body, his balls tightened, his cock streaming with precum. You whined around his cock, your pussy sucking his fingers in, your orgasm ready to rip through you without warning. His fingers desperately fucked into you as he started to chase his high, unable to hold back any longer.

“You like that baby? You like the thought of sucking my cock and balls, all spread out on your bed, taking everything you need? Such a fucking dirty girl baby, you gonna let me cum in that mouth?”

You nodded, whining and moaning as best as you could with your mouth stuffed with his cock, your hands digging into his thighs as you pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers, your arousal gushing and soaking him as your orgasm washed over you. You took his cock as deep as it would go, letting him fuck your mouth.

“Fuck, cum baby, cum, cum while you suck my cock, can’t hold it y/n, need to cum in your mouth babygirl, need it so fucking bad, FUCK, so bad OH FUCK”

Bucky’s head was thrown back as you felt his cock stiffen, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat as he moaned loudly, his breaths heavy, his cum continuing to slowly dribble into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, palming at his balls as he whined, letting his cock soften in your mouth. You pulled off him, gently suckling the tip, licking him clean as he whimpered and twitched. He hissed, tucking his cock back in his jeans, wrapping his arm around you, unable to open his eyes or form a coherent sentence. You wrapped your arm around his abs, your eyes feeling heavy as you snuggled against him.

“Did you like that baby?”

Bucky kissed your head, his lips lingering on your hair, still trying to catch his breath “Fuck….you’re amazing princess, nothing, and I mean nothing is better than that dirty little mouth of yours” Bucky playfully nipped at your lips as you giggled, looking up at him.

“Tonight was perfect. More than perfect, I can’t believe you did all this for me Bucky” You felt your eyes sting slightly, his thumb wiping away the tear away before it could fall.

“You deserve it y/n, can’t wait to go everywhere with you doll” You smiled, a tiny yawn escaping as you nuzzled into Bucky’s chest, curling into a ball “My sleep baby, ready to head home?”

You nodded, reluctantly leaving his arms to sit in the passenger seat as Bucky drove you home. He parked outside of your house, giving you a kiss on your forehead as you remained seated in the car, fidgeting with your hands.

“What’s wrong bubba?”

“I don’t want you to go. Come cuddle with me?”

Bucky chuckled, knowing there was no point in asking if you were sure. You and Bucky tiptoed up the stairs to your room, shutting the door behind you. You sat on your bed stretching and yawning like a kitten, curling on top of your sheets giving Bucky grabby hands. Bucky smiled, walking over to you, pulling on your arms to make you sit up.

“Don’t you want to change into your pj’s y/n? Won’t even take 2 second baby”

“Want cuddles Bucky” You pouted, flopping back on the bed, pulling Bucky down with you.

“Can we settle on naked cuddles then?” He smiled, brushing the hair out of your face, kissing your nose as you contemplated the idea. You giggled, stripping your dress and panties off, slipping under the covers, waiting for Bucky to join you.

Bucky threw off his clothes, pulling you flush against him, his arm wrapping around your waist, kissing your shoulder. You wiggled against him to be as close as possible closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

“Y/n?”

“mm?”

“Good night babygirl”

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