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💭 — 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

summary. — for so long, he’s wanted to hold you down and tell you that he loves you.

pairing. — Dark!Stepdad!Andy Barber x innocent!fem!reader.

warnings. — DUBCON, stepcest, large age gap (andy is 51, reader is early 20s), coercion, lying, manipulation, gaslighting, grooming, taking advantage, perversion, possessiveness, obsession, isolation, loner reader, innocence kink, corruption kink, smoking, smut, Daddy kink, fingering, mentions of oral (both receiving), overstimulation, degradation, praise, blowing smoke in face, missionary, cowgirl, mentions of male masturbation, size kink (andy’s cock is huge), pet names (little girl, little one, baby, sweetie, sweet girl), creampie kink, reader is extremely innocent, inaccurate explanations of sex, virginity loss, spanking, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count. — 9k

author’s note. — here’s the continuation of my step dad!andy concept that i posted in may. this is before, during, and after the concept. i copy and pasted some of the concept and inserted it here! everything is legal. andy married the reader’s mom when the reader was 18, and he formed feelings for the reader then. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY! @hansensfics

Andy sighs deeply as he sits in his room, bones aching immensely. He’s been standing by the window, behind the sheer white curtains for far too long. Fifty-one years of turmoil have caught up to him, but thankfully, it doesn’t show as much as it should.

He feels your discomfort as much as he does his stiffness. The awkward angle he’s been stuck in is a reflection of your personality. You never socialise like you should, and when you’re forced to, it’s all wrong.

Andy hates seeing you out of your element. The sight of you sitting on a white lounge chair in a dress you clearly don’t like is painful for him. He knows you prefer his company—that’s why he’s always offering it.

Today, he planned on showing you his notes from court on a case about a man assaulting his neighbour with a wrench.

It’s almost as if said wrench was thrown into his plans, because now he has to watch you try to keep up with the brain-rotting chatter of unruly college girls.

Your mother had organised the day with her fellow neighbours who incessantly brought up how lonely you are at the community barbecues. Andy remembers that day very well—he caught you crying out of frustration when you didn’t want to go.

Endlessly, he’s had to tell your mother to let up and leave you alone. Andy understands how you are all too well. Lonely, but content. You never connected with anyone growing up and stuck to your devices—books that are either overrated classics or underrated masterpieces.

It was no surprise that you were immediately drawn to the twice exiled, unlucky man. Like a moth to the flame, you looked at him with such wonder and stuck yourself to him, yet still remained far.

Your close connection was only formed when he found you in a pile of tissues and drowning in your own tears. Seconds away from hyperventilating, he pulled you back into the ocean everyone calls reality. To this day, however, he still isn’t sure why you were in such a state.

The laughter he hears is either fake or simply aggravating. He can’t find yours in that mess, though, and he tries to come up with a reason to take you away.

Andy is your stepfather—he can say anything he wants. Chores haven’t been done yet, your mom’s calling you, we have somewhere to be—I want you all to myself.

But it feels wrong—feels fake. He strives for authenticity after years of ingenuity. Before, he’d patched the cracks in the facade of his forced suburban life before anyone else could see them. Now, he embraces the breakage. In fact, there is none, because there is no farce.

From the low level of the bed, Andy unfortunately cannot see you. Even though your company is the sun, you remain in a white dress. It’s the face of ingenues all around the world. You shield yourself from the scorching sun, the brightness making your eyes ache.

The idea of making some lemonade (for you and only you) crosses your stepfather’s mind, and he decides to do it.

“Oh my gosh—So, basically, Elijah and I’s anniversary is coming up! Apparently, he wants us to go to Vegas, which I’m so down for. I’m not sure what to get him, though,” a woman in her early twenties, like you, nearly squeals. Her excitement makes you smile. “He’s not a fan of jewellery, so anything like that is out of the question…”

Her name is easy to remember, and very pretty as well. Gianna, and she’s an interior design major.

A snort is heard from the chair over—Kennedy, who finds humour in anything and is the nicest to you. “Sex, sex, sex! Dude, that’s the easiest thing ever. Just indulge in whatever fantasy he’s got. Maid, landlord, plumber—”

“—Ha! Let him do anal, GiGi. Get a sparkly plug, some decent lube, and spread those cheeks,” the other friend, Imogen, giggles. She claps at the end of her sentence, and the three women laugh for a few seconds.

“...We’ve already done anal. For his 25th…” The sheepish admission from Gianna makes her friends hoot and holler. You’re not sure what to say—you don’t understand.

“Is there anything you haven’t done?” Imogen questions in shock. “Listen, y’know that frat guy that keeps hitting on me? Well, I gave him a chance and we were, y’know, getting it on,” she eagerly spills.

“Getting it on? Just say you guys were raw-dogging and spitting in each other's mouths,” Kennedy interrupts, sipping on a fruity drink. Honestly, they’re all sweet. They keep trying to rope you into their conversations, but you’re not sure what to say, so you stick to little hums and gestures.

“Shush!—Anyway, we were fucking, and he started to talk a lot. And it was so hot, like he was saying the hottest shit ever. He checked every single kink-box!” Imogen brags, and the others are proud of her. “Like what?” Kennedy prompts, curious to the point where her eyebrows raise.

“Breeding, degrading, praising—even a Daddy thrown in every now and then,” she whisper-shouts. “And, get this, he made me squirt!”

The women continue trading stories about their debauched experiences, and you feel as if they’re speaking another language. You’re not sure what they mean or why the things happened. Questions fill your brain as you purse your lips, trying to give yourself the answers.

“—Uhm, I can take that in for you. I think I forgot to cancel this appointment and they keep you on hold for a while during the afternoon,” you lie, standing up and grabbing Gianna’s empty cup. “Oh, you’re so sweet. You’ll be back soon, right? We wanna get to know you better,” Kennedy says, and her girlfriends nod their heads.

You join them in their motions, before jogging to the sliding door and slipping past it. You place the cup in the sink, and then make a beeline for your room. It’s the space you spend too much time in, to the point that your stepdad has had to coax you out of it on numerous occasions.

The ceiling is at an angle due to the triangular roof of your home. The decorations might not match but they add a cosy feeling that is reminiscent of autumn. You wish the season could remain all year round.

There is even a window seat. Andy had it built and installed for you last year on Christmas. It was a dream come true—something you’d always wanted.

You plop yourself onto the space and pull your laptop over. You turn off SafeSearch and look up the things the women were talking about. Videos with dirty thumbnails pop up, along with articles and a warning about the setting you turned off. You’re too scared to click on the videos, so you stick to reading the articles.

But the words don’t translate well in your mind. You feel like you’re the last person in line in a long game of broken telephone. You’re left with more questions than answers, and so you snap your laptop shut.

Gnawing your lip, you let your curiosity eat away at you. It nags and it nags until you can’t take it anymore. So you wander down the hallway and stand outside the slightly ajar door to your stepdad’s room.

“D– Daddy? Are you busy?” you shyly question, standing with your hands clasped behind your back. At the sweet sound of your voice, Andy immediately rushes from his place in front of the sink. His hands smell of your lotion—a bottle he stole from you because he couldn't help it. “No, not at all, little one. What’s wrong?”

The older man opens the door even more for you, ushering you inside. You sit on the end of the bed, and he joins you. Your palms grow sweaty as nervousness takes you over. Bite the bullet, it won’t hurt you.

“Uhm…” you start, “I have some, uh, questions.”

“Hit me. I have some answers,” Andy jokes.

“Okay…” you unfold the sticky note of the things you wanted to know more about—the things your friends were talking about. “What’s a– anal? Like, the bad one,” you ask, whispering and worried.

Your innocence is like a drug that Andy has tasted for the first time and it has kicked in quickly. He swallows thickly and he wonders why you’re asking.

“Well… There’s numerous ways to have sex… With penetrative sex, you can penetrate any of your holes. And, you see, you have three holes. Your mouth, a– and your private parts. Anal sex is when someone penetrates your butt, essentially,” he explains, not sure what words to use.

He watches as your face twists in confusion. “What do you mean? They can do that to any of your holes? Like, they put something inside?” you press, voice incredulous and shocked. “Yeah, they put something in, and they move it back and forth. There are things meant to go there, though,” Andy tells you.

Clearly, you still don’t really get it. It’s neither your fault nor Andy’s.

“I– I have more.. S’that okay?” Andy immediately nods his head, looking down to try and look at your list.

“Squirting… Can you explain that one? Please? And why do people like calling other people mean things? And getting called those? I mean, I get why someone likes it when someone else says nice things—but the mean one, I don’t understand. And why do people like using the word Daddy? I thought that’s for certain people…” you ramble, pulling at the yellow paper until it slips.

“Shh… One at a time, baby. Squirting is something that happens during sex. It’s a kind of ejaculate. And with the mean names, it’s just what people like. It makes them all happy, y’know? All tingly on the inside—like when they get praised,” he says, cock fully hard and face flushed.

“Yeah, but, what’s sex? Oh! I get those tingles a lot… But not in my tummy…” you sheepishly admit, and it piques Andy’s interest. But then, he replays what you said. What’s sex? A question that normal people would laugh at—but Andy is anything but that. “...You don’t know what sex is, baby?”

You let out a whimper—something of frustration and fear and insecurity. It makes his cock throb within the confines of his pants. “...Nuh-uh,” you sigh, ready to dart and lock yourself in your room.

“Oh, that’s alright, baby. Don’t worry. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, okay? Daddy’ll explain it all to you—I’ll be your teacher,” he smiles, but then frowns when you shake your head. “B– But I don't understand any of it! Not when you explain it, and not when I read about it. It’s all so confusing and doesn’t make one bit of sense.”

Annoyance with yourself seeps from your words, and Andy detects the leak. He’s quick to patch it up, though.

“No, baby! Daddy’s gonna teach you it in an easy way! Remember how you didn’t know what acquittal meant? And I told you the definition? Now you tell other people what it means when they don’t know!”

Andy chooses to ignore the fact that it was only your mother who didn’t know what it meant.

“But that’s different! Even if you explain it simply, my brain just won’t grasp the concept,” you try to reason, so desperate to learn about the things that other women your age are so well-versed in. “Can you show me it, Daddy? Please?”

Your stepfather nearly asks you to repeat yourself. Your request is innocent and full of desperation—you want to be in on the joke that everyone seems to know. His cock has chubbed up inside his boxers, begging for a release and even crying tears of pre-cum.

“You want Daddy to show you those dirty little things, hm? C’mere, baby. Daddy’ll tell you all about it,” Andy encourages, motioning with his hands for you to move closer to him. You scoot your body until your right leg touches his left. “You’re gonna be a good girl and do whatever I say, right?”

When you nod your head, the older man wonders if he’s won the jackpot. Luck is on his side, clearly. After years of struggle, he’s finally got a good thing. And he’s going to take full advantage of it—he’s going to cherish the treasure he’s been bestowed with.

“Good girl—” Andy cuts himself off with a groan as you preen under the praise, “—so good for Daddy.”

Your stepdad slowly leans in and presses his mouth against yours. The kiss is searing and passionate, but it soon turns rough and possessive. You try to keep up with Andy as he claims your mouth—biting, licking, and sucking at your supple, wet skin.

He tastes of beer and cigarettes, and the smacking of lips grows wetter and sloppier. You let him take control and try to replicate some of his movements as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. Andy holds the sides of your head with two large, strong hands.

But his touch is gentle and encouraging. You let the older man do whatever he wants to do, sure that you can ask him for another tutorial later on. Eventually, he pulls away with swollen, red lips and blown out eyes.

The pale blue (with a tinge of green) has disappeared. Like black paint spilled, darkness is all you can see.

“You’ve got such a cute little mouth, baby. Think I can fit my cock in there, all nice and snug,” he murmurs, more to himself than you. You’re not sure what he means, but you go along with it and nod your head. Your eagerness is almost unreal—maybe because Andy has fantasised about it for so long.

Moments with his hand wrapped around his large, leaking cock after you said or did something his perverted mind twisted and misconstrued. Showers longer than they should be, and boxers gone in the wash sooner than they would.

“But don’t worry your pretty head with that just yet, little one,” Andy tells you, standing up and in front of you. He gently pushes you back on the bed, and you land with a small thump. Be brings your feet to rest against the edge of the mattress, caressing your skin with his rough, warm hands. “So soft…”

The lawyer brings your left leg up, and meets it halfway. He presses open-mouthed kisses on your moisturised skin, taking in your scent. Eventually the romantic feeling turns ticklish, and you giggle and try to writhe out of Andy’s grip.

Though, there’s a warm feeling that blooms in your cunt. You folds ache, but you’re not sure why. It’s like the tingles you seem to get every now and then, especially when you’re around the older man.

“Daddy… I feel funny,” you tell him, and Andy halts his movements.

“What do you mean, little girl? C’mon, tell Daddy,” he urges, genuinely curious. Is it fear? Excitement? Or something more physical?

“Tingly… And warm… And it kinda hurts—but not in a painful way…” you try to explain.

“Where, baby? Show me where,” your stepfather demands. His eyebrows are mildly knitted in a bit of concern—curiosity. “D– Down there,” you whisper, looking away from his intense gaze.

A broad hand that belongs to Andy makes a bold move. It moves to your mound, and pushes at your pussy. “Here, baby?” he nearly growls, feeling your warmth and folds through the two layers of fabric that protect you from this ravenous man.

His fingers dig into your skin and find the bump of your clit, pushing on the nub and watch as you moan softly from the unfamiliar yet pleasurable sensation. “Uh-huh, right there, Daddy,” you mewl, subconsciously bucking your hips upwards.

The feeling is reminiscent of the kind you feel when you press your thighs together—just amped up by a few hundred volts. “Well, Daddy’s gonna make you feel better, okay, little one? This happens sometimes, and from now on, you gotta tell me whenever you feel those tingles. Understood?” Andy orders, and you shyly nod.

“Words. Use your words, little girl. I need to hear it.”

“Y– Yes, Daddy. I– I’ll tell you when I feel tingly—P– Promise.”

“Good girl.” Andy’s hands move to the waistband of your white skirt, and he pulls it down. Your panties go along with it, strings of wetness pulling and breaking when he gets too far. Your pussy glistens in the cracks of sunlight, his white curtains a blessing for once. “Such a gorgeous fuckin’ cunt.”

You bring your hand up to your face and shy away behind it, making Andy coo at you. He throws your bottoms behind him and pulls you a bit closer by your legs. He then looks up at you, pink tongue slowly darting out just a peek.

Three of Andy’s digits move upwards. He gives them one long, slow lick, soaking them in spit. “Gotta open your legs wide, little girl. Can you do that for me, baby?” he requests, and you immediately nod your head.

For your stepdad, you open your legs as wide as they can go without hurting. Anything he asks, you’ll do.

“Good girl,” he hums, and he brings his dominant, wet hand to your sopping cunt. Your stepdad tests the waters for a moment, swirling your slick around and caressing your swollen, achy folds. You gasp at the sensation as his large hand covers practically everything. From your clit down to your creamy fuckhole. “Feels good already, doesn’t it?”

You nod your head, and Andy smiles at you. “It’s gonna feel even better soon, little one. ‘M gonna get my cock in that little honeypot’a yours—fuck it nicely and ruin you for other men.” As he speaks, Andy maintains a trained gaze on you. “But you won’t have other men, will you?”

“You only want your stepdaddy, huh? Daddy’s girl—All mine,” Andy murmurs. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, gently biting down. “I gotta stretch you out first,” he tells you.

Andy pushes his pointer finger in first, and groans as your walls welcome it immediately. He lets the digit slip into you entirely, until it’s buried to the hilt. “You’re doin’ so good for me, little girl,” the older man smiles at you.

Slowly, he begins to thrust in and out of your channel. His finger glistens with your creamy slick, and Andy curses. Once he believes you’ve adjusted to the first digit well enough, he pulls it out and prods two.

“How was that, baby?” he questions, but you’re too breathless and at a loss for words to say anything. You give him a simple thumbs up, hoping it’ll suffice. “Use your words, little one,” Andy urges, and you whimper out a simple ‘was g– good’ for him.

“You’re soaking, y’know that? Makin’ a mess all over my hand,” he notes aloud. “So innocent but so needy… You make such a perfect whore for Daddy.”

Andy thrusts two digits into your drooling hole, and he fingers you with that same slow pace. Every now and then, he makes scissoring motions meant to open you up even more. “Daddy… ‘s so much now. Feels even more tingly,” you tell him, looking at your stepdad for reassurance.

“That’s how it’s supposed to be, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” he prompts, and you hesitantly nod your head. Andy is right—it feels so good. It’s like the fluttery feeling you tend to get, the one you felt just a few moments before, but it’s not nagging and it’s better in comparison. “Yeah, that’s it. Take Daddy’s fingers, slut.”

Your stepfather knows he shouldn’t be saying these demeaning things to you—shouldn’t be ruining you—but he can’t help it.

It’s almost hypnotising with the way your cunt sucks Andy’s fingers in as he penetrates your tightness again. And the way you cling onto him as he pulls them in and out of you is downright pornographic—just like the sounds you’re making.

“Bet you never even got this far, little one. All you ever did was rub this li’l cunny on whatever you could find, hm?” He wonders out loud. “Poor pussy’s been neglected. S’okay, Daddy’s here, baby,” Andy whispers, and he picks up the pace of his hand.

He finds that rough, spongy spot inside you. It makes you toss your head back and squeeze your eyes shut, limbs trembling. “D– Daddy!” you cry out, confused yet welcoming his touches. “Shh, it’s okay, baby,” Andy soothes, stroking your sweet spot with his fingers.

Purposefully, he neglects your clit. He knows it’s pulsating—aching to be touched by your stepfather. Your volume raises just a bit, and his cock throbs with every other noise. Your pretty face has formed a frown of pleasure, and Andy thinks to himself he can really get used to this.

“W– Wait. Feels like I needa go to the bathroom…” you shamefully admit, and this time, Andy really chuckles. “You’re so cute and innocent, little one. Gonna give Daddy a cavity with how sweet you are,” he says, picking up the pace of his fingers. He makes sure to keep stretching you out, though.

“Feels like it’s burning and building, huh? That’s normal, baby. Don’t worry. Just take one more finger for me, okay?” Andy skillfully brings you closer and closer to your release. The wet, lewd sounds of your cunt grow louder. “You’re fucking soaking. S’that all for me?” your stepfather asks.

You don’t really know what he means, but you chose to nod your head. At your answer, Andy decides to push a third digit into your cunt. The fit is strugglesome—tight, warm, and snug. You can barely handle his thick fingers, pussy struggling to adjust to them at first. He can’t wait to get his cock inside you.

“H– Hurts, Daddy,” you whine, the stretch uncomfortable. Andy shushes you gently, whispering praises until the pain dulls away and all you can feel is fullness and pleasure. “You’re drippin’ everywhere, little girl. I can’t wait to get a taste of that sweet pussy,” he murmurs, and he continues to attack your g-spot.

Your cries grow louder and more high-pitched, and Andy knows you’re close. The older man grunts, “That’s it, good girl. C’mon, give Daddy your cream, baby.” Your body goes from thrashing just a tiny bit to seizing when your orgasm hits.

It takes you by storm. Your eyes squeeze shut and you sob, cunt clamping down on his hand. “Atta girl. Goin’ all dumb for Daddy—that’s what I like to see, little one.” Andy fingerfucks you through your climax, admiring the creaminess that coats his skin. He’s sure some has dripped down to your rosebud, and that makes him so hard.

“Oh– Oh my gosh,” you pant, tears stinging your eyes from the stimulation. “See what I just did, baby?” Andy questions.

“Uh-huh.” He looks at you, carefully examining the fucked-out look you have on your pretty face.

“Only Daddy gets to do that to you, little girl. No one else. Understood? You belong to me.”

Obediently, you nod your head. “Uh-huh. All yours, Daddy.”

Your words have his cock twitching underneath the confines of his pants. Andy slowly pulls his fingers out of your wet channel, consoling you when you whine from the sudden emptiness. Your fuckhole gapes just a bit, and it makes your stepdad eager to get his cock out.

“Damn right, little one,” he grunts, unbuckling his belt and pulling his thick cock out. “See this, baby? It’s Daddy’s cock, and it’s the only one you’re ever gonna go near. Y’know, your pussy was made for it,” he hums, stroking himself from the thick base to the leaky, bulbous head.

Your mouth parts in interest. Whatever he says and does soaks right into that empty mind of yours.

Andy pulls you up to the bed with his other hand, strength coming in handy. He puts your head on his pillow and then crawls between your legs, making you part them wide once again. He hovers above you, and you involuntarily clutch the blue fabric of his sweater for comfort.

The older man slaps the fat tip of his engorged dick on your clit, making you flinch from the jolt of pleasure. He then slides the head down to your slightly-stretched hole, and he begins to push in.

When your face contorts in confusion and mild discomfort, Andy is quick to tell you everything is okay. “Shh… It’s alright, baby. You’re fine,” he says, speaking gently and pressing chaste kisses to your face.

He looks down to where his fat cock pushes into your tightness, stretching you wider than ever before and claiming your fuckhole as his. The sight is mesmerising, and Andy can’t help the groan he lets out from it.

“Taking my cock like such a good little fucktoy. Fuck—you okay, little one?” your stepfather questions, and it takes you a few moments to respond to him. Slowly, you nod your head. Though the breach is unfamiliar and a lot to handle, you’re determined to be Andy’s good girl and fight through it.

There’s a pain that burns—and you bite onto his sweater to keep quiet. Andy examines your face as he continues to sheath his length inside you. “That’s my good girl. Feelin’ shy, baby?” he coos. “Aw, how cute.”

Eventually, your stepfather bottoms out with his heavy balls against your ass. He hums your name and the pet names he’s given you, waiting for you to pull your pretty face away from his chest. “Show me those doe-eyes, little one,” Andy requests. Slowly, you peek up at him.

Your eyes are big and they still hold that innocence that Andy knows he can’t rip away from you. “Good girl. How do you feel, baby?” he asks.

“Uhm—weird? Feels different… Deep, too…” you process out loud, and the older man nods with your every word.

“Yeah, I’m so deep inside you, little girl. All the way in your belly.” The thought has him growling, and he begins to shallowly fuck you. You mewl with each of his half-hearted thrusts. The pain is soon replaced with pleasure, one that you immediately grow fond of. “There we go…”

“More tingles,” you note, punctuating your sentence with a gasp as Andy’s movements grow more vigorous. “So many, Daddy.” Your stepdad nods his head and smiles at you sweetly, “That’s right, little girl. That’s what happens when Daddy stuffs his fat cock inside your babycunt.”

When he calls you those two words—little girl—your body reacts. You shy away from him whilst your pussy clenches around his dick, and he bites back a loud groan. The veins at his throat bulge, while his jaw clenches.

“I’m gonna start fucking you now, little one. You just gotta sit there and take whatever I give you,” he forewarns, and you nod your head. “Okay, Daddy.” At your words, Andy begins to pummel in and out of your pussy. Obscene noises come from where you’re connected to him—wet sounds and skin slapping against skin.

Andy looks down and watches as his cock forcefully disappears and reappears, your tightness still not used to such a large intrusion. His heavy balls smack against your ass, where your slick stains. “Drippin’ everywhere, baby. You love this—I fucking knew it,” he grunts, his pounds the perfect speed and intensity.

His cock kisses your cervix each time, making you writhe in pain. But when he rubs against your sweet spot, that discomfort leaves almost immediately. “Look, little one, your cream is all over my cock. You’re leaking down to my balls—fuck,” Andy harshly pushes forward at the realisation.

You wail from the intensity. “Yeah, you like getting fucked by a dirty old man, slut? Hm? Like getting fucked by your stepdaddy?” Andy questions, and you hesitate before nodding your head. He swears once more, and then leans down.

Though he’s repeatedly knocked the breath out of you, he now stops it from moving at all as he kisses you. At first, it’s soft and what teenage dreams are made of. But then, like the way he takes away your virginity, it grows rough and desperate. He takes the lead, shoving his tongue into your mouth and doing all kinds of things you can’t keep up with.

Andy eventually pulls away, noticing that his thrusts have dulled down. He picks his pace back up, his pelvis slamming into yours. Your cream coats his cock, leaving a stain that even reaches his patch of hair. Your lips are raw and glistening from the passionate, bruising kiss he had you locked in.

Your stepfather rams into your fuckhole without relent, forcing more of your wetness out with his shaft. His length strokes your sensitive walls with skill and aggression, abusing your cunt like he’s always wanted to.

Your chest is pressed against Andy’s, and he uses one of the hands that holds him up to pull down the top of your shirt, exposing your hardened nipples. The cold air adds to the ache of them. “Stupid little girl making the biggest fucking mess on her Daddy’s cock. Y’gonna clean it up after, baby? You better—with that cute mouth of yours.”

Nodding your head, you make the older man inhale a sharp, controlled breath. In contrast, you pant like a bitch in heat as your chest rises and falls. There’s a feeling that grows at a fast pace. It’s like when you have to go to the bathroom so badly—except this time, it’s more intoxicating than intolerable.

“D– Daddy! Feels funny—like before, but way m– more?” You’re so unsure of yourself—of your body—that it’s utterly adorable to Andy.

“That’s called an orgasm, little girl. You just sit there and beg Daddy to let you come, okay?” he requests, and you nod your head.

It feels like something that needs to desperately continue and be alleviated—but you know only Andy can do that for you, so you do whatever your stepdad says.

“P– Please let me come, Daddy! Need to come so bad… Please, please please—!” you gasp loudly, Andy’s cock driving deeper and he grinds with each pump of his cock, rubbing against your clit. “Good girl—such a good little slut for Daddy,” Andy hums, sensing you’re even closer to coming.

“Soak Daddy’s fat cock, little girl. C’mon, wanna see you make a stupid mess on this dick,” he commands, landing some slaps on your ass and the side of your left thigh. Your cunt suddenly convulses around him, clit thrumming and back arching as you come around his cock for the very first time. “Atta girl.”

He growls as your eyes roll back into your head, lids squeezing shut as your face pinches. Your mouth drops open in shock from the heat that envelops you. The grip your pussy has on Andy’s dick grows tighter, squeezing him and begging for more.

Your stepfather fucks you through your orgasm, slowing down just a bit when you begin to twitch from the pleasure. Your walls spasm until he manages to get you through the high, and then he resumes fucking you harshly. Your tits bounce with each slam of Andy’s hips, your body pushed upwards before he pulls you back onto his dick. “Ah—ah—ah,” you moan, going dumb on the older man’s cock. A mildly blank look is on your face, and you babble like a baby.

“Dumb little girl—talking about dirty things and behaving like a whore when you haven’t even had big girl sex yet,” Andy sneers, grabbing your jaw and puckering his lips up. He spits in your mouth, before telling you to swallow the wad of saliva. Like a good girl, you do exactly as he says. You even smile at him afterwards, before your face pinches again from the sensations his cock brings. “Greedy girl—that hungry pussy is just swallowin’ up Daddy’s fat cock,” he grunts, forcing his thickness in and out of you.

Your toes curl and feet point as your stepfather pushes your legs against your torso. His strong, well-built arms flex, and so does his muscled-chest. Your hands clench his sweater and subconsciously grope his pecs, and you marvel at his figure.

Because Daddy has to do everything for his helpless baby, he takes your arm and uses it to hold up your left leg, while his left hand pushes on your right. At this new angle, your stepfather’s shaft is far deeper than it was at first.

It’s almost dizzying—the way he’s practically in your tummy. And his thrusts are now stronger, too. Andy’s got you pinned to the bed as he pounds into you, determined to bring you to another orgasm before he blows his load. And even after that, he won’t stop.

“‘S so deep, Daddy! C– Can feel it in my g– guts,” you whine, and your words make Andy’s cock throb within your tight, wet walls. Your cream drips all over his cock, leaving a thick sheen and ring coating his base. Even his balls are soaked. “Uh-huh—you’re just so tiny, baby. Daddy had to force it in—but now you’re takin’ it like a champ.”

You preen under his gaze and his praise, but your tears still leak. “Aw, poor little crybaby. Daddy’s just fuckin’ you too good, huh? S’okay, I got you,” Andy whispers, wet noises filling the air along with the smell of sex. Your sweet tang is amongst the scent, and Andy knows that later on, he’ll rub your cunt raw with his beard.

“My little fuckdoll… This is Daddy’s pussy now—all mine, just like the rest of you,” he grunts, and your second release hits you all of a sudden.

You writhe away from Andy as best as you can, but it doesn’t get you anywhere. Instead, your aching nipples end up rubbing against the stitched threads on your stepfather’s sweater, adding to your pleasure.

Andy’s thick length nearly splits you open, having a bit of a harder time to move with your increased tightness. “Good girl—that’s it, go dumb on Daddy’s cock. My good little slut,” he moans, peppering kisses at your jaw and nipping at the skin every now and then.

Heat spreads inside your body as the mattress gets wetter with each drop of your arousal. “You’re makin’ a mess everywhere, baby. But it’s okay. Daddy knows that little girls like you can’t help it—you need Daddy’s help with everything.”

Mindlessly, you nod your head. You gush around Andy, coating his cock while you have him in a vice-like grip. Your swollen folds get nudged by his dick, and the sight is pornographic—something he can never forget.

“Looks like this cunt is perfect for Daddy to fuck, baby,” your stepdad tells you. “Made for me to use however I want. Gonna turn you into my little whore.”

Andy’s words make your pussy constrict even more around his dick. You practically choke him, begging for his cum without even realising it. “Daddy…” you sob, limbs trembling from the amount of euphoria his actions bring. Your stepfather’s jaw clenches at your use of the title.

“That’s right, little girl. I’m your Daddy,” he grunts, now using your fuckhole like it’s his fist. He fucks into your with vigour, determined to fill you up with his cum before he switches positions. He loves the struggle of getting his dick to fit inside your pussy. “You’re making Daddy feel so good, baby. ‘M gonna give you a nice reward for being so sweet.”

At his statement, you perk up as best as you can. Though it’s difficult to think or say anything. “R– Really, Daddy?” you question, elated at the thought of a reward. “Really, little one. You’re such a good girl for Daddy—all the time, too. Never made me have to spank that ass ‘till you’re crying.”

He mumbles the last part, but you catch a bit of his sentence. You don’t understand him though—crying? No, Daddy would never hurt you. Andy’s said so numerous times—times where you’ve cried in his arms and clung to him like a kitten.

Now, your cunt does the same. It weeps and doesn’t let go of Andy’s dick, and the mounting pleasure inside him is as desperate and needy, too. “Gonna give you a belly full of my cum, baby. I’ll fill you up until you’re leaking with my seed for days,” the older man grunts, before cursing wildly.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck.”

Suddenly, the snapping of his hips stops, and he shoves his cock forward until he can’t move any further. The harshness makes you frown, wincing at the mild pain. Then, warmth fills you up, undoubtedly claiming your walls and coating them with white stickiness.

Andy pants above you, heart clamouring in his chest as he hit his release. He grinds into your pussy to prolong it, only stopping when his hard length grows sensitive. Already, his cum leaks from the sides of his cock.

“There we go—now you’re all mine, little girl. And I know you like being Daddy’s,” he smiles at you, coming down from his high. His face has a blush to it.

Andy takes one of his hands and puts it on your tummy, rubbing your skin slightly to get you to relax. It works—but not in the way he predicted.

“A– Again, Daddy? Please?” you start to beg, taking your stepdad by surprise. “W– What do you mean, baby?” he questions, moving his hand to grip your hip. “Do it again, please. F– Feels so good, made some of the tingles go away…” you explain, tightening your channel at the thought.

“You want Daddy to stretch this pretty pussy out again?” Andy asks. It takes you a few seconds and his index finger pointing to where he is penetrating you for you to answer. “Uh-huh!” you moan out, gyrating your hips to alleviate the newer, fluttery feeling at your core.

“Alright… Wanna play a fun game, little one?”

You nod your head, eager to spend more time with your stepfather.

“Good. It’s called horsey,” Andy says, slowly pulling out of your pussy. You whine loudly at the loss, cum leaking out of you and spilling onto the bed. “Don’t worry, I’ll explain it for your little baby brain to understand.”

Your stepdad grabs your and manhandles your body, sitting against the headboard and placing you in his lap.

Your dripping pussy is against his hard cock. “All you have to do is bounce on Daddy’s cock—feel it? Yeah—and make it go really deep inside of you. Think you can do that, little girl`?” he says, rubbing his dick against your swollen, wet petals.

Above him, you shudder. The pleasure is almost too much for your little-self to handle, but you push through its intensity. “O– Of course, Daddy! ‘M your good girl—gonna do anythin’ for you,” you mumble, and Andy’s hands pull at the cloth covering your torso.

It then rips, and he removes the shreds from your body. “That’s right, baby. You’re my good girl,” he coos, reaching down to grab the thick, wet base of his hard cock. He gives himself a few languid strokes, before lifting you up a bit.

The fat, sensitive tip of your stepfather’s cock prods at your hole that’s still mildly stretched-out from his brutal fucking. Andy pushes in, pulling you down a bit so you meet him halfway. He knows it’s going to be deeper than ever—and he can’t wait to see that dumb, empty look on your face when he bottoms out.

But then he looks at your mug, and he finds himself feeling something rotten. Something terrible, sinking in his chest until his lust takes over and turns him selfish once more. No—not selfish… Just complicated.

“Daddy, feels scary,” you admit, trying to fall forward and lay against his chest. Andy tuts, holding you up and giving you one of his charming, sweet smiles. “It’s okay, I got you. Daddy’s here, little one,” he assures you, tone saccharine in a stark contrast to his dirty actions.

As you slide down his length, it becomes more difficult to take him. You try to move away from the older man—run away from his intimidating cock. “Nuh-uh. I thought you wanted to play with Daddy, baby,” Andy pouts, and your heart breaks from his sadness.

“C– Can’t take it, Daddy,” you explain to him, half of his dick inside of you. “Yes, you can, sweetheart. Let Daddy help you, it’s okay.”

Andy’s hands hold your waist, and he looks down to where he’s connected to you, and suddenly thrust upwards. You fall forward with a cry, unprepared for the new angle. He lets you seek comfort in him and his sweater once more, rubbing his hands up and down the length of your back.

“Shhh… you’re okay, it’s okay. You’re lucky Daddy pumped your pussy full of cum, baby. It would’ve hurt way more,” your stepfather tells you, waiting for your whimpers to die down. “Daddy’s dick is so deep inside you, hm?”

You nod your head slowly, gripping his sweater and pushing your face into his chest. “I know, little one. But when you start to play, it’ll be fine. Try bouncing, baby. Just move up and down.”

Once again, you nod and try to sit up. Andy’s hands move down to your waist, and you splay yours on his clothed pecs. “Up and down—c’mon, you can do it. Daddy knows you can,” he urges, and you begin to lift your body up.

You stop when you feel it’s right—when half of Andy’s thickness is left inside you. Then, you slide back down. A growl rumbles in the older man’s chest, his cock throbbing as your walls stroke him. “W– Was that good, Daddy?” you question.

“So good, baby—have you played this game before?” he playfully asks, but then that humour turns to jealousy. The thought of you riding another man’s dick has Andy fuming—possessiveness boiling hot inside him and reaching the temperature of the sun. “Nuh-uh. Only you, Daddy. Nobody else.”

Like salve on a wound, you heal that vulnerability of his with your words. “Atta girl,” he praises. “How about we add a fun little rule, sweetie?” he offers as you continue to glide up and down on his cock. You whimper with each movement, muscles burning from the strain.

“O– Okay, Daddy. W– What’s the rule?” you innocently question, looking at him with your doe eyes. “Everytime Daddy slaps your ass, you have to move quicker, okay?” your stepfather tells you, moving his palms down to the globes of your ass. He caresses the skin gently.

Before you can worry about the pain, Andy lands a sharp smack to your butt, making you yelp. You pick up the pace of your movements, still careful, however. “Such a perfect pussy, little one. So tight and warm and wet… And made for my cock,” he whispers, punctuating his sentences with spanks.

Unfortunately, Andy’s cock doesn’t kiss those spots with expert aim. And you’re too scared to take his entire length. So, your poor legs give up, and you fall forward again. You cry out from the wasted euphoria—gone is the dull fire inside you. But not entirely.

“Aw, you can't do what Daddy does, hm? Poor baby. You need me so bad,” your stepdad coos, but it’s more like he rubs your failure in. “Dumb little girl—acting like a whore even though you can’t ride Daddy’s cock. How silly of you—don’t you feel stupid?”

You let out a whine that turns into a sob, and Andy quickly shushes you. Stupid Andrew, he chides himself, hurting this sweet thing… Don’t you love her? “Baby?” he calls out, trying to coax you out of the shell you’ve crawled back into.

His cock isn’t buried to the hilt like it was before, and the ache between your legs still needs to be taken care of—Andy’ll fix that after. He wedges his hand between your face and his body, pushing you off him roughing and holding your hand in his palm. You frown and cry out from the pain, face twisted in discomfort.

“‘M sorry, little one. Daddy's sorry. Fuck—can’t help it,” he slurs, hating himself for getting so rough with you. But it’s not his fault he’s this way. You just awaken something ferocious in him—something that needs to be held down with chains and locked away in a cage for eternities.

Something so terrible yet so addictive.

“I love playing with you so much—that’s why Daddy hurts you, little one. I love you, I just get excited sometimes,” he explains, cupping your cheek and smiling at you. Eventually, you come around. “S’okay, Daddy,” you whisper, looking downwards.

“It’s my turn to play horsey now, little girl. All you have to do is sit up straight, okay? Try not to lay on Daddy.”

Andy’s heels dig into the mattress and he bends his knees just a bit, still holding onto your hips. He looks down to where he breaches your tightness, and notices the tinge of pink that mixes with his spunk—the same cum that leaves out of your fuckhole.

At that moment, he ignores it. He stores that thought for later—for when he’s lonely and desperate to feel guilt. Andy bottoms out inside you slowly, enjoying the lewd squelching sounds that come with his action. “Oh, gosh,” you murmur, eyes rolling back into your head.

The hairy base of his cock touches your core, and his balls rest against your ass. Andy’s hands move to your butt, and he spreads your cheeks apart. One of his fingers prods at your other hole. The older man has half a mind to defile your little rosebud that’s sticky with wetness and his cum.

You can feel Andy’s cock so deep inside you; it’s dizzying. The breath is nearly knocked out of you, and you feel as though you’ve bared something to your stepfather that has left you utterly vulnerable. The feeling has you distraught, but Andy told you he’d take away all your thoughts, so it’ll be okay. Right?

“You're such a good girl for me. So good. My good girl,” Andy grunts, and he’s lifting you off his cock until just the tip remains inside you. His hips then return to the depths of your wet channel. He starts to fuck up into you, and the familiar sound of skin-on-skin reverberates throughout the room. This time, it’s louder.

Andy stares at your pretty face while he fucks you into oblivion, making sure to study each aspect. From the way your eyes roll into your skull when he shoves his thickness into you to how your jaw falls slack so quickly. It’s all for him.

“Daddy—Daddy—Daddy!” you squeal, toes curling and limbs stiff yet twitching. Is it possible to be hooked on the way someone says something? You’re not a ‘someone’ though—you’re so special and so different. The answer must be yes. It must be normal, too.

Your tits bounce with each of his upward-thrusts. This new angle is unlike anything you’ve ever felt—more profound and accurate. Your stepdad fucks into you with such roughness that it’s hard to keep upright. Especially with the building sensitivity in your lower abdomen.

“Fuck, yeah. Take Daddy’s fat cock in this tiny cunt, little one. Fucking take it, slut,” Andy grunts, getting meaner by the second. It’s a helpless habit, and thank heavens that you don’t understand half of the words he’s saying.

A blank smile spreads itself on your face, but your eyes are full of hope. Hope that you’re doing good for your Daddy.

“You’re my good girl. My good girl—my dumb little girl. No thoughts in that head, hm? You just wanna please your Daddy and get fucked until you can’t think anymore,” he spits, and the word that diminishes your intelligence has your bottom lip wobbling.

You want to please your Daddy, but you must be doing something wrong, no?

“Aw, don’t cry, little one. Daddy’s being nice to you, okay? It’s good like this!” Andy quickly tells you, slowing down his thrusts. He grinds into you in the meantime, and he doesn’t miss the way your cunt is gripping him even tighter. “O– Okay, Daddy. T– Thank you?” you apprehensively say, unsure of so many things.

“Daddy’ll teach you all about it after. Okay? You’re so cute and polite, little one. You’re doing so good for me,” Andy coos, rubbing a thumb on your face. You grin at him before squeezing your eyes shut, feeling that funny sensation inside of you.

It worsens as your stepfather continues to fuck your guts, stroking your walls with his thick member. In the midst of his actions, Andy craves a cigarette. He wonders if you’d let him blow smoke in your face since you said he can do whatever he wants to you. Of course, you would—you’re such a good girl.

“Wanna make Daddy even happier, sweetie?” he wonders, stretching one of his arms to reach the bedside table. He pulls the top drawer open and blindly sifts through it. “O– Of course, daddy. Please? Wanna make you happy,” you plead, absentmindedly gyrating your hips on your stepdad’s cock.

Andy finds the lighter grouped with the pack of Parliament cigarettes. He doesn’t bother closing the drawer, but he does bring you closer and forces you to catch yourself on your hands.

Your stepfather—who had promised your mom that he kicked the habit—plucks a smoke from the box and places it between his pink lips. “Daddy? What are you doing?” you question, halting your movements. Andy smiles at you, the cigarette wobbling a bit.

“Don’t worry your little baby brain about it, sweet girl,” he simply tells you, before lighting the cigarette. He takes a drag from it and puffs the smoke back out, satiating the craving he had a few moments ago. He then places it on the ashtray as you watch the grey smog swirl in the blue of his room.

Andy pulls you towards his chest and holds you, fucking up into your cunt. His cock drives in and out of you, balls slapping against your ass and his thick thighs jiggle each time.

“Uhm… Oh–! Uh, Daddy?” you murmur, finding it harder to breathe. “Shh… Don’t worry, little one. Just soak Daddy’s fat cock,” Andy shushes, and you mewl at his filthy words.

Your cunt aches immensely, but it’s the kind that is more resounding and pleasurable than anything. Andy abuses your cream-filled fuckhole like it’s all he can do—all he knows how to do. Make you feel good—that’s it.

He’s spewing grunts and curses, and each time he utters a filthy word, you take note of how gravelly his voice is, how it rumbles in his chest and you can quite literally feel it. It’s a harsh contrast to your high-pitched wails and choked-out moans.

“Come, little one. C’mon, fuckin’ make a mess for your Daddy,” he demands once more, punctuating his words with hard thrusts.

Your body comprehends his words, and it starts to have that reaction.

The one where your back arches yet your limbs flail and your head tries to pull away from the crook of his neck. It’s almost as if you’re trying to run away from your stepdad. He won’t let you go, though—he never will. Yet it makes him so hard when you try to escape.

Your mind soars high above the cotton candy clouds of your skies. You start convulsing around Andy’s member, creaming and soaking him. Your body freezes and you let out a wail that is music to his ears. He cheers you on with small ‘yeah’s that have you giggling slightly. “Good girl.”

Your tits jiggle, and your body jerks upwards as Andy roughly fucks you through your orgasm. “D– Daddy,” you mewl, and Andy simply begins to fuck you quicker. Eventually, those sparks he brought became too much. You’re not sure what to do, though, so you simply writhe on his lap.

“‘M gonna fill you up again. Gonna pump this cunt full of cum until you’re leaking for days. Turn you into my messy little girl,” your stepfather says through grunts and growls as he sloppily uses your pussy. You nod your head and grin, wincing every now and then.

The older man’s sloppy, selfish pumps grow erratic. Andy then stills deep inside your cunt, burying himself to the hilt. A guttural moan leaves him, one that is louder than intended. He holds your body tightly, not wanting to let go of you.

His white ropes paint your inner walls until the sides of his cock are dripping, and there’s a ring at the base. Spilling inside you, Andy turns you into his cumdump once more. “Fuck,” he groans, your tight pussy tempting him to go again and again.

Maybe he will. His cock remains locked inside you, and both of your chests rise and fall with exhaustion. “Daddy…” you whimper, cunt sensitive and stretched out from his engorged dick.

“Shh… Daddy’ll take care of this greedy pussy again, little girl. Don’t you worry,” Andy tells you.

Your hands are on his body, and you brace yourself up using his waist. It’s hard to stay upright with the weakness of your body and the wobble of your arms.

Andy reaches for the ashtray and plucks the cigarette back up. He dusts the ash off, and puts it back between his lips. He inhales the smog, and then pulls the smoke away to puff out the grey fumes.

“That’s dirty, Daddy. Don’t do it, please,” you bemoan, curling in on yourself at the sight of your stepfather harming his health. “Well, I guess that makes Daddy a dirty old man, no?” he half-quips.

Your stepfather takes another drag, and then he pulls you close to his face. Andy exhales, smoke directed in your face and he catches you at the right time. You take a breath in, unexpectedly drawing in the fumes of his cigarette.

You giggle apprehensively—still worried and it’s written all over your face, even if you don’t mean it to. You’ve got that look you always have when you’re trying to fight back your sweet tears, trying not to burst into sobs. Eventually, the smoke goes away. But the revolting smell of it remains, lingering in his room.

In Andy’s mind, it only makes sense a dirty old man like him would have an equally as nasty habit.

And to balance it out, an innocent little girl like you on his cock.

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➧ 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐲: 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | beefy frat!rugby player!Ari Levinson x nerd!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | SMUT - minors DNI, size difference: 6’8!Ari, big big boy!Ari, dirty talk, daddy kink, dumbification, hint of dacryphilia, major size kink, wet and messy, dry humping-to-panty fuck (?)-to-unprotected sex (pussyjob), spitting, praise kink, degradation, finger sucking, squirting, lots of cum.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Ari is your best distraction, and he knows it.

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.84K

𝗔/𝗡 | hi besties, here’s the winning prompt from this poll, I also voted for this one hehe. be warned, i’m going into my big boy lover era. there’s no masterlist for this au, everything is under #thick frat boy ari and drabbles are linked on my polls drabble masterlist (linked below). as always, all mistakes are my own and i hope you enjoy !!

˗ˏˋ𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Truthfully, you should’ve never invited him into your dorm. You promised yourself to dedicate the day to only studying, you were going to bury your nose in textbooks, review lectures, and catch up on deadlines without any distractions.

But then he wouldn’t stop texting you:

I miss you. When can I see you?

Do you not love me anymore :(

This was your first serious relationship, so you were still getting the hang of it and fell for his adorable selfie, his lips in a deep pout as he held one of your plushies against his face (you didn’t know he took it).

I guess Mr. London and I will just spend the day alone… and die of boredom if we’re lucky.

He was your favourite distraction and you were so pathetically weak to his charms and sweet smile. And you loved seeing him with your plushies too! How could you not let him in when he brought you lunch and your favourite sweets from the bakery in the city?

Those current gifts sat forgotten on your desk, alongside your books and laptop. So much for studying today…

“That’s my good girl, come for daddy again. Make a stupid mess for me.”

His previous load seeps through your panties, smeared by the underside of his cock as your second orgasm topples over. You cry out his name and scratch his tummy, your juices spurting out and adding to the shameful mess between your thighs.

“Good girl, you’re doing so good, cub.” He groans, feeling your squirt coat his length, dripping down to his balls and inner thighs. “Wasn’t I right? My little nerd needed a break—and look at that fucking face,” his fingers dig into your cheeks, “you needed this more than me.”

Still riding on your high, your mouth drops open and he knows what you want. “Daddy can’t spit into your mouth when you’re up there, dummy.” He chuckles when you fall onto his chest and squirm as if you’re trying to crawl into his skin—and you kind of are.

You weep into his hairy pecs, drooling on him. You always got dumb like this with Ari, it was inevitable. “Closer, please.”

“Hush, cub, daddy’s right here.”

“Want you closer—” You nuzzle his warm chest, but it still isn’t enough.

He stifles a laugh, “this is as close as I’m gonna get without being inside you.” Your bottom lip wobbles and he coos, “awh, you wanna be squished, baby? Is that it? You wanna get really close?”

Feeling his weight on top of you was so comforting, you’ve never felt safer than when he was nearly crushing you flat. It made the rest of the world a little quieter, your thoughts silenced by his slow breaths and beating heart. You have yet to find another favourite position than the intimate squishing.

“Pretty please, daddy.”

He can’t deny you when you ask so nicely. He rolls over so you’re under him and lowers until there isn’t a sliver of air between your bodies. With your thighs around his waist, his head tucks into the crook of your neck and he rocks steadily, the veiny underside of his cock dragging along your ruined panties.

You can still breathe but not without it sounding wispy, and your day has become more than perfect.

He’s so thorough, murmuring soft praises in your ear while he grinds your most sensitive parts together. Tip to balls then back again, making you feel every inch of him. He lingers with his sack against your cunt, his voice dropping to a low rumble.

“Feel so fucking good, cub, you’re doing so good for me.”

You feel his thick tip between your tummies, thick and hot, and so long that you briefly wonder how it even fits inside you.

“This what you wanted, baby?” He grunts over the squeaks of the tiny dorm bed. “Wanna be crushed under me? Helpless and trapped. You can’t get me off even if you tried.”

You only nod, ankles locked around his waist while your fingers tangle in his hair and tug. His thrusts get harder, fully squishing you into the thin mattress as your plushies fall to the ground. You usually cared about that, but Ari takes over your entire mind with his body, his warmth, and his words. Whimpers escape your throat between the mindless kisses and suckles you plant on his skin.

“One of these days, I’m gonna crush you.” He scoffs, his lips ghosting your ear. “But you don’t fucking care, huh? You love this shit.” He sits up, your arms falling to your sides as he shoves a poor stuffie under your ass, propping you up.

He pulls your panties to the side, meanly slapping his tip on your button. “Look at us. Look how much smaller you are than me. Remember when this little cunt could barely take a few fingers? I had you crying with just two.” He spits where you meet, the dollop of saliva lands on your clit before he smears it down your slit. His fat tip traces between your sloppy folds and gently prods at your entrance. “Now you could take me balls deep—no more just the tip excuses.”

He talks about it like he hates it when it was really one of the hottest things you’ve ever done. He barely controlled himself when you braced yourself on his chest, moaning with his fingers in your mouth as you weakly bounced on his dick. Only the bulbous tip wetly popping in and out because that’s all that you could take, even when he spent so long working you open.

He loved to just play with you, trace your pretty pussy, make you cry from all his teasing, kiss you all over and watch your juices leak down your ass. He could spend hours between your legs—and he has.

“I-Inside! Please, daddy!”

“Daddy can’t fuck you now, cub, you’ve still got studying to do.” He jerks his cock, your shared juices making the skin slick and smooth, “You wanna watch me come? Want another load on your little pussy?” His hair falls over his forehead as he groans, dragging his thumb over his leaky slit.

You can tell he’s close from his strained voice and the short hitch in his breath, it was one of your favourite sounds in the world. “Please, daddy, want you to come on me. Wa-Wanna feel it.”

His fistpumps up and down his length while he traces the head through your clothed folds, eventually sliding under your panties to keep his cock against you. “These are cute,” he snaps the pink band on your hips, the ditsy polka dot design stretched around his thickness, “it’s a shame they’re already a damn mess.”

His musky smell envelopes you like a spell, and before you know it, he’s bringing you impossibly closer to another high.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his drippy tip as it peeks from the waistband of your underwear. He’s so big, too big, the wet fabric clings to his skin with every slow rock. His girth is painted an angry red that matches his flushed chest. His skin is sprinkled with faint scratches and bite marks, a light sheen covers his taut muscles under his dark body hair.

The sharp contrast is a little embarrassing but in the best way possible. This mountain of a man, burly and toned in all the right places, doing this filthy act in your tiny dorm room littered with pastels and soft things. He’s in your panties, your messy cotton panties and prying your lips apart to spit into your mouth.

You almost forgot about the plushie under your ass, undoubtedly stained with your arousal.

He falls forward, one hand locks around the headboard and the other grips your chin. Those same fingers that were around his dick slide deep into your wide-opened mouth and rub his saliva along your tongue. “Yeah, you like how we taste? Who am I kidding, you love sucking my balls after I fuck you, you’d choke yourself on them if given the chance, dirty girl.”

Your breath deepens and the tightness in your stomach builds, every cell in your body erupting into flames. It’s more intense than your first and you can’t stop the tears springing from your eyes. You choke out his name and weakly push at his lower abs.

“No, no, you’re gonna come for me again.” His thrusts turn unrelentless and he filthily grinds along your sensitive cunt, bullying your puffy clit and nuzzling his heavy sack against your hole. “You’re gonna cream your panties like a good girl. Like my best girl, yeah? That’s it, squirt all over daddy’s cock.”

He watches it all—the twitches that burst into full-blown shivers, your eyes roll back while your pretty face contorts in pleasure, and he’s never seen anything more perfect. He stores it in his memory, filing it away with the feeling of your orgasm spurting all over his length, marking him with your essence in the most obscene way. You cry out when he doesn’t stop. He’d feel bad if he didn’t know you loved when he grew more hungry for his own relief.

Oversensitive and ruined beyond salvation, you want to give up, lie there, and take everything he has to offer but you refuse. Heat creeps up your chest to your cheeks at the lewd sound of your messy centres, and you reach down to press him close, stroking his girth over your panties as he fucks your folds.

His body shudders, a quiet whimper flutters from his bitten lips, “f-fuck, you’re gonna make me cum—don’t stop, baby.” His balls tense and his hips jerk wildly, shoving you a few inches up the bed until your head brushes the headboard. He groans loudly and it’s probably audible through the thin dorm walls, but you don’t care. You grip him tighter as his thick seed shoots out from his fat tip and warmly coats your tummy.

As he comes down from his high, you can’t resist gently tracing his pulsating cock, barely brushing the head with your thumb.

Ari curses and pushes away your hand, “fucking minx.” He carefully pulls out from your panties, cautious about his tenderness and sits up with a long breath, cheeks flushed a cherry red. His blue eyes widen, “Well, shit. Sorry ‘bout that, cub.”

You look down and see his cum all over your stomach. There’s a lot, more than you’ve ever seen, it would definitely spill from the corners of your lips if he were in your mouth. But the amount isn’t what concerns you, it’s where it is.

“My sweater!” You pout at the poor cropped knit garment marked with your boyfriend, “I loved this sweater…”

“I’ll buy you another one. And some new panties.” He promises and drops down to kiss you, not caring about his cum that now covered his stomach too, “but since it’s already ruined, might as well keep going. Unless you wanna be a boring nerd and continue studying?”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: sometimes I think about the absolute filth I write and post on the internet for forever. then I get embarrassed, and you know what I do? I get even sluttier and share more filth. and what you do ?? you ENCOURAGE ME !! that's why we're all besties. love you. also pls send thots about this ari !!

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! stay tuned for more big boy!Ari bc I love him.

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

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Spot me - Dark!Gym!Ari Levinson x Reader

A//N: Do I know how a gym works? No. Did I google it? Yes. Where my search results effective? Absolutely not.

Warnings: Stranger sex? (Kind of, reader and Ari only just met when they get groovy), little!reader, mention of age regression, daddy kink, manhandling, degradation, mean!Ari, READER BLUSHES SO MUCH AND IT IS FUCKING ANNOYING (but like its Ari Evans who wouldn’t blush), non-con/CNC and dub-con, dumbification, manipulation, pain kink, blood kink, VERY ROUGH SEX, size kink, somnophillia kink, Pervy!Ari, implication to stalking, misogyny

Word Count: 3.2k

Dark!content under Ari <3

‘Screw getting your life together. Screw drinking water every day. Screw getting off your ass and screw going to the fucking gym!’ You cursed to yourself as you pushed the doors to your local gym open, unintentionally scowling at woman who was leaving.

You walked to the front desk and plastered a fake smile at the clerk standing behind the counter, “Could I have locker, please?” You asked, she looked up and raised an eyebrow, “Do you have a membership?” She asked, you looked around the desk cluttered with flyers and business cards, “Nope.” You popped the ‘P’, “$10 per hour with additional to use the showers.” She told, you nodded, “Great. Can I pay at the end?” You questioned, “Yeah sure, just take a key. One sec.” She tapped an earpiece and her demeanour immediately changed into an overly enthusiastic one while she walked away.

Your eyes rolled in annoyance, not at the clerk but just at the whole ordeal, ‘what were you thinking?! You didn’t know how to work out!’ You internally stomped your feet like a child having a temper tantrum, you grabbed a key and begrudgingly made your way to the locker room.

You almost got lost by going past the locker room but was redirected by a sign that said ‘Office of Mr Levinson’.

After packing away your bags and only keeping your, headphones, phone and water bottle out, you ventured out to where you could hear music playing a people grunting.

The sight of a mat class met you first and you quickly rushed past. Next there was a pilates studio; that would be a no. Finally you came across a large room with several people working out on their own, ‘at least this one wasn’t a class’ you sighed and pushed the door open.

Choosing you first exercise carefully, you decided a treadmill would be easy, ‘It’s just running! That can’t possibly be too hard!’ Boy were you wrong. After only 10 minutes on the treadmill you felt like you were dying, pressing multiple wrong buttons just to get it to turn off.

You hopped off and grabbed your water quicker than ever, God, you’d never been so grateful for water in your life.

“Oh sweet saints. I will never say another bad thing about you again.” You panted, laying back on the carpeted floor, you knew you looked like a fucking weirdo but you were in agony.

Recollecting yourself, you made your way over to a weight lifting machine, you cocked your head to the sighed in confusion before leaning down to try and pick it up but before you could even get it off the ground you heard a loud thud a few feet away and looked up to see a burly man jogging towards you.

He placed his arm on your lower back and quickly took the weight away from you, “You’re gonna hurt yourself really bad if you do that.” He warned with a laugh, you looked up and were met with an incredibly handsome face, you blushed.

“Oh…I- um- I didn’t know.” You mumbled, he laughed again, “Clearly.” HIs joke made your lips quirk into a shy smile, the man gestured to the dumbbell, “you want me to show you?” He offered, “Could you? It’s my first time at a gym or anything and I don’t really know how all these fancy things work.” You sighed, taking a step back so he could alter the weight.

You looked down as he removed several weights from the ends, “You would’ve broken you back if you tried to lift these!” He teased, you giggled and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

After fixing the settings, the man stood up again and you took a step forward, “So, instead of holding them from the top, try grip them from underneath. It might make it a bit easier for you.” He explained, you curled your hands around the metal bar, “Like this?”, he nodded and removed his cap before standing behind you.

You almost gasped when you felt his hands on you hips, “There you go…and just kick your legs apart a bit- hey! You got it!” He positioned you just right and grinned when you did what he asked, “Now you try lift it.” He told, you tried to pull put instead squeaked as the weight toppled you forward.

Closing your eyes for impact you were grabbed by the wrist and pulled back to standing.

“So 50kg might be too much for you.” The blue eyed man thought, your eyes widened, “that was 50kg?! I was so close! Wow I must be like Hercules or something!” You exclaimed, patting yourself on the back, your new found friend laughed and so did you.

Once he stood back up to his full height, you moved once again towards the weight, “So how much is this?” You asked skeptically as you positioned yourself in the way he did for you before.

“I changed it to 20kg so just try that.” He told, you bit your lip and lifted it, a gasp escaping your lips when you got it up to about thigh height, the man stood behind you and reached his muscular arms around to help you lift it further.

With his help you could hardly feel the weight but still, it was an accomplishment.

You both placed the weight down and you clapped your hands, “Thank you so much, Mr…” You fished and he smiled, “Ari. Call me Ari.” He finished, you grinned brightly, “Thank you, Mr Ari.” You teased, bowing your head slightly, causing him to return your grin as he put his hat back on, “Not a problem, doll.” He winked, beginning to walk away, “My names Y/n!” You called after him.

If only you could see his little fist pump in the air.

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You were so fucking done. You just wanted a cold beverage and a long fucking nap, you decided as you exited the washroom, bag slung lazily over your shoulder and hair in an absolute mess.

As you finished paying the clerk, a familiar blue eyed man walked past you.

“Ari! Hey! Wait up!” You called, jogging after him much to your bodies dismay, he turned around and smiled, “Y/n! Hey, peach. How was the rest of your workout?” He asked, you blushed at the pet name, “Honestly I don’t get how people can do that everyday.” You threw your head back with a whine, Ari laughed, “You just gotta get used to it and y’know it’s really not that bad. You just gotta have the right motivation.”

He leant down to your ear at the last word and pointed to an ice cream parlour directly across from the gym, “Now that is genius business.” You commented, practically drooling at the idea of cold ice cream on a hot day.

There seemed to be a silent agreement between you and Ari as you both made your way across the street. Ari pushed the door open for you and you both stepped into the cool air conditioned parlour.

“Really, Ari? Another girl? Gotta be kidding me, man. How do you always get the hot chicks?” The cashier complained, ‘he must be a regular’ you thought, “Ha ha. Very funny, Sam. Now do your job.” He rolled his eyes, Sam laughed, “Just the usual right?” He guessed only to get a nod in return.

You couldn’t seem to decide…

“You should get the strawberry and cream.” Ari whispered in your ear, making you jump at the close proximity, you nodded quickly, eyes scanning for the one he was talking about. On finding it you pointed at the cashier, “This one, please.” You gulped slightly, not liking social interactions.

After both getting your ice creams you went to reach for your wallet but Ari was going first, Sam threw his hands up, “So now you pay? Guess there’s a first time for everything!” He huffed, Ari nudged him, “Come on, man. Not in front of the girl.” He teased, looking down at you playfully.

The door was opened for you by Ari and you ducked your head again in thanks.

“Your nice.” You blurted, he looked down at you, licking his ice cream already, “Yeah? What makes you say that, sweets?” He hummed, you shrugged, “You help me out. You pay for my ice cream. That’s nice.” You told, ‘God he felt terrible for what he was gonna do to you….not.’

When you didn’t get a response and only a continuous stare, you looked up and smiled as you finally began to eat your ice cream.

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The two of you had been so caught up that you hadn’t even noticed how far you’d walked until the familiar street where your apartment lay.

“My apartments just in here if you’d like to come in. It might not be too clean but it’s a shield from the sun.” You suggested, “You know people usually don’t follow strange little girls into their apartments but what’s a sweet thing like you gonna do?” He mused, unbeknownst to him you were blushing madly.

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You fumbled with your keys before unlocking the door and stepping inside, “It’s not anything fancy but it’s the best I’ve got.” You mumbled, letting him inside.

His eyes wondered around the colourful apartment as he dropped his gym bag to the ground, “It’s cozy.” He told, plopping down on one of your plush sofas, “You think?” You blushed hopefully, pressing your hands together, Ari smiled and nodded, “S’cute. Jus’ like you, button.” He winked.

You covered your face with your hands and turned away from the tall man.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You asked, trying to distract yourself with a domestic task, “I’ll have a coffee, thanks, peach.” He replied, now taking his shoes off and setting them by the door.

You had tried to stop drinking coffee a while ago since you’d decided you wanted to get your shit together, so you’d asked one of your taller friends to put it in a top cupboard…one you couldn’t reach.

Chewing your lip, you tried to stand on your tiptoes to reach it and managed to only skim the shelf with your fingers.

Suddenly, you felt a grip on your waist and looked up to see Ari, he reached the coffee down and placed it on the counter, “Oh- thank you.” You blushed again, turning to face him, ‘fuck he was tall’ you gulped, realising your weren’t even shoulder height with him.

He smirked, “Where’s the bathroom?” He asked, you cleared your throat and tried to step back, only to run into the bench, ‘god you were such a klutz’ you winced, “Through there.” You pointed to a small door just off the main hall, he smiled, “Thanks, doll.”

As you were banging your head on the kitchen counter, you heard Ari call out, “Hey peach? What’s with all the stuffed animals?”, your eyes widened and you quickly ran to your bedroom, “No! Um- Nothing! Here let’s go, your coffee should be done any second!” You tried to drag him but his large frame didn’t even budge.

He pushed past you and moved to the bed, seeing that everything was either pink, with animals or both.

You blushed, ‘I think I’ll just die now.’ You thought, wanting nothing more than to wake up from this horrible dream, a sexy godlike man had walked into your life and was now snooping in your most private space.

“Has it got a name?” Ari’s voice snapped you out of your daze and you saw him holding one of your penguin stuffies, “That’s um…his name is…” You couldn’t seem to get it out, too embarrassed with the truth.

Ari tugged your hips and only now you were almost level with him, ‘how fucking tall is this man?!’ “I asked you a question, angel. It’s polite to answer.” His voice was cool and commanding.

“That’s Mr Waddles but he’s not my favourite.” You finally said, he hummed and placed the penguin down again, “Which one is your favourite?” He asked and all embarrassment flew out the window, replaced my giddiness and excitement.

‘Ari wasn’t judging you! He was just interested!’ You thought happily as you skipped to the other side of the bed.

You picked up your favourite white bunny with a pink bow, “This is Mrs Snuggles. She’s my favourite because we can play dress up.” You explained, handing it to him, “be careful.” You added.

He examined the stuffed toy, “Mrs Snuggles is very lovely, button, but how bout’ you show me your dress up costume?” He asked, you blushed and shook your head, “Can’t show you that one.” You told, Ari raised an eyebrow,, “Why’s that, angel?”, “Cause that would be bad. Not meant for guys to see.” You muttered.

Ari picked up your rabbit toy and moved it animatedly, “So Mrs Snuggles gets to see but I don’t? That’s not very fair.” He faux pouted, “Well Mrs Snuggles is a girl!” You explained with a giggle.

He gave you puppy dog eyes and you sighed, “You gotta sign the pact of secrecy.” You crossed your arms defiantly, he sat up against your headboard as you went to reach for Mrs Snuggles, he shot forward and planted his lips to yours.

You tried to step away but he pushed you back on the bed, hovering over you, “Ari- no… What are you doing?” You breathed, trying to push him away, “You think any guy wants to hear a slut talk? Here’s a lesson for you, sweetheart. The only good thing about you is your holes. And if you ever forget that- well, you won’t, because I’ll be here to remind you.”

His harsh words made tears form in your eyes as he began to tear your gym clothes off, somehow ripping the lycra in half/

“Dumb baby. Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to let strangers into your home?” He mocked, finally reaching the layer only covered by a bra and panties, you squirmed and shook your head as you sobbed, Ari tutted, “Thought you were nice.” You sniffed as he brushed your hair back, “You thought wrong, button.”

After losing so much energy in fighting Ari while he stripped you of your clothes, ‘I should just give in… It would be much easier, letting him use me until he’s satisfied, then he’d let me go…right?’ You thought.

Ari noticed you stopped fighting and smirked proudly, “What a good little slut. Knowing her place.” He mused, “Just please…be gentle.” You begged softly, h kissed your forehead sweetly, “No.” his fingers entered you with such force that it hurt.

You’d had sex before, but not like this. The first time was awkward but your parents always told you that sex should feel good…this didn’t.

Screaming bloody murder, Ari sighed and grabbed your rabbit stuffie and shoved part of it in your mouth as a gag, “You know, baby, if you’re quiet then maybe I’ll make it feel good for you.” He nodded along slowly, pouting cruelly in the process,.

A sob bubbled out from behind the rabbit as you nodded slowly, “Gonna be quiet? Let me use you like my own dolly?” Ari asked, slowly easing up the rabbit and placing it to the side comfortably when you didn’t scream, “P-please…hurts, Ari. Hurts so bad…” you whimpered, “S’gonna hurt a lot more when I put my dick in you so you’re lucky I’m even giving you prep.” He hissed.

Your hands squeezed the soft pink sheets, “What do you say, baby?” He pressed, you closed your eyes tighter, “Thank you, Ari.” You whimpered, he entered another finger into you and continued to prod places you knew they shouldn’t.

His other hand comes down between you both as he moves to kneel before you, thinking you’d be able to escape you quickly shoot up but before you can even stand Ari has you back underneath him and you’re hitting his chest with your fists.

“Get off me! Please!” You cried hoarsely, tears now flowing freely, he scoffs and begins to undo his belt, “Was gonna be nice and treat you good but after that you’re lucky I don’t fuck your ass.” He spits, tying your wrists with leather.

Now having easier access to his own pants, Ari slips them down his big thighs along with his boxers.

He removes his shirt before climbing over you, he slaps his dick on your face in a degrading way, “You thought my fingers hurt, poppet? My dick is bigger than your whole head. You’re gonna be sore for weeks.” He threatened, you whined and tried to move your hips.

Ari moved back down your body and positioned himself at your entrance, ‘god he was gonna split you in half…’ was your last conscious thought before he rutted into you.

“S-s’too big…gotta…you-“ Words incoherently fell from your lips, “See, honey? This is how girls like you are meant to be. Dick drunk and babbling.” He smirked.

‘Ok so. Maybe it wasn’t that bad’

“Daddy- hhhgn- fuck.” You didn’t mean to let the words slip but the he was so fucking big and it hurt so fucking much, “Daddy, huh? Tell me who your daddy is, little girl. Scream for you daddy.” Ari taunted, now snapping his hips brutally against your own, his pubic hair chafing the skin around your thighs.

“H-hurts, daddy…” Your voice softened as your head felt light, Ari kisses your tears away, rubbing his beard hairs over your cheek in the process, “I know, baby. But you looks so pretty bleeding for me.” He moves a hand between you two and picks up some of you blood of your clit, making you shiver and convulse slightly, he scoops it up and begins to paint it on your tits, “so fuckin’ pretty…”

His voice trails off as the world goes dark.

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You wake to a warming sensation in your abdomen as well as an excruciating level of pain, you go to cry out but are muffled by blonde hair covering your senses.

Tuning back into the real world you hear panting near you ear, “Ari…” You mumbled, lids still heavy, he doesn’t even look at you as he sits up, pulling his cock from you along with what felt like half your organs.

As soon as his shaft left your body, you curled up and hugged yourself, feeling hurt and violated, “Taste that, honey.” His hand moves between your legs again and he swipes more of your blood mixed with yours and his come.

Gave me so many good orgasms while you were asleep. Such a good cunt.” He whispers, pushing his fingers past your lips as you taste the vile mixture, “Thank you, daddy.” You garble as the tears cloud your vision.

A proud smile overcomes Ari and he kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you again at the gym, ok, honey? My office is just behind the womens locker room.” He winks, gathering his clothes and leaving the room.

‘Did he own the fucking gym?’

*Mario theme* WELL FUCKERS THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY. I kinda wanna do a series out of this like @balenciagabucky did with midnight train because it’s like my favourite fic series ever.

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riddleebabyy · 2 years ago

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I've been way too into hot wife stuff at the minute, I blame Serenity Cox and it got me thinking about being Steve's wife but he's really into watching you with Bucky.

Most of the appeal for Steve is that you and Bucky really degrade him. He gets to watch his little wife cum on his best friend's cock while you both taunt him and he never thought he'd be into it the way that he is.

"Your girl's so fuckin' tight, Steve." Bucky pants, slowing his thrusts into you because if he keeps up his current pace, he'll cum faster than he wants to. "Does Stevie fill you the way I do? Bet he can't. He's not as big as me."

You shake your head, staring right at Steve. "Not even close. You're pathetic, aren't you Stevie? You'd rather watch me get fucked by your best friend."

You know it's mean but Steve fucking loves it. He's cum four times already and he's still jerking himself off. It's like he just can't stop and it's so thrilling to see him enjoy this as much as he is.

"I'm gonna cum in your girl, Steve. Gonna make you watch me stuff her so full. Just imagine your pretty little wife with my cum dripping out of her greedy cunt. If you're lucky, she might let you fuck her after I'm finished." Bucky's not usually so vulgar but God, it works wonders for both you and Steve.

"I don't know. I'm not sure if I'll ever want to fuck Steve again." Hearing you say that sends Steve over the edge, spilling a fresh load all over himself while he groans pathetically and even then, he doesn't stop.

"I can't blame you. Now you know how it feels to be fucked right. Felt you cum on me more times than I can count." Bucky's not wrong but his excitement is building and you feel his pace start to falter.

"Fuck, oh fuck." You whimper, feeling the first few pulses of his cock and the unmistakable feeling of his load splashing into your eager body. You've needed this. You were desperate for it and after a second you realise neither of you needed it more than Steve did.

"Good girl, fuckin' take it. I can't stop." Bucky groans, pressed as deep inside you as he can get, pumping his cum right to your cervix. He cums for what feels like an eternity and it's pure bliss.

By the time he's finished, Steve is trembling with need once more.

"If you don't want your wife knocked up with your best friend's baby, I suggest you get to work." You tease, pressing Steve back on the bed and repositioning yourself so you're sitting on his face, letting his best friend's cum drip out of you and into his eager, waiting mouth.

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riddleebabyy · 2 years ago

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I need a Steve Rogers fanfic writer to messsge me asap !!! I have ideas

#steve rogers #captain america #marvel #bucky barnes #fanfic

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riddleebabyy · 2 years ago

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pillow princess - pt. 2

summary: ransom really is a pillow princess

pairing: sub!ransom drysdale x maid!reader

rating: explicit 18+ (DNI if you’re under 18 -.-)

warnings: SMUT, fluff :), mentions of transactional sexual favors, edging, overstimulation, creampie, pain-kink [mild], bratty!ransom, kinda dom!reader, needy!ransom, ransom is cute 😩

WC: ~2.1k

A/N: um–this took a while, sorry 😬 I absolutely did not proof read this whoops 😅

likes are nice, but comments/reblogs keep me going!

masterlist

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Much to your relief, Ransom returns to his usual bratty attitude the next day. He flawlessly acts like nothing happened, careful not to bother more or less than he did before.

Actually, he bounces back to your old dynamic so easily that you wonder if he even remembers that night. It’s almost meticulous with how he interacts with you now.

Keep reading

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riddleebabyy · 2 years ago

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Hey there Becca :)

My brain is in horny jail right now and I just know you could make this idea something really good.

Would you be comfortable writing a Reader/Bucky/Steve where the Reader and Bucky are both doms and Steve is sub?

I’m picturing Steve and Bucky coming home from a long mission where Bucky didn’t let Steve pleasure himself at all so he’s really wound up. I don’t really care what else happens but it would be hot if the reader makes Bucky cum and aims it so it lands on Steve’s *throbbing (denied) member*

See I told you…horny jail 😈

Thanks Becca!

No but babe, if you’re going to horny jail, take me with you because this has not left my mind since the day you sent me it 😫 I don’t think I’ll ever know peace again after writing this. I need to pick your brain for more ideas!! Holy shit I’m going for a cold shower now 🥵

Pairing: Dom!Bucky x (Kinda)Dom!Reader x Sub!Steve

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Bucky gets Steve all wound up on a mission but unfortunately for Steve, their girlfriend has very little sympathy.

Warnings: Smut, mmf, penetration, Dom/Sub dynamic, orgasm denial, edging, oral sex mention (m receiving), brief mommy kink, brief daddy kink, Steve is so needy, orgasm control, cum play, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up), established polyamory, somnophilia mention, edging, pet names, little degradation, praise kink, overstimulation, aftercare

Minors, do not interact

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Him.” Bucky’s voice was barely more than a low growl from the front door, no doubt talking about Steve who was practically melting into a little puddle of lust against you, leaving you a little unsure of what had actually just happened.

Everything had happened so quickly. Within the space of a minute, your front door had been flung open and Steve and Bucky had both burst in. You didn’t even have a chance to turn around to welcome them before the hurried thud of footsteps stopped and you felt a pair of hot, wet lips on your neck. Tiny, pleading whimpers breathed against your skin that were distinctly Steve’s. He was practically panting. What the fuck had Bucky done to him?

“God Stevie, it’s nice to see you too.” You chuckled softly, his cock was already rock hard, rutting against your thigh like a little needy puppy, face screwed up in pleasure.

“Please, fuck, touch me baby. I-I can’t take anymore. Needa cum so badly.” The blond haired man was lost already, drowning in pleasure, sinking deeper into his own need with every passing second. Everything around him felt too hot, even the limited contact with you had his fingers itching to begin removing is tactical gear. And that’s when Bucky had spoken up, barking orders, bags dumped in the corner, front door slamming shut behind him. Steve actually whined when you stepped away from him, moving instead to greet your other boyfriend.

Bucky smirked at the sultry sway of your hips as you walked towards him, knowing it was entirely for Steve’s benefit.

“Welcome home honey.” You beamed, grasping Bucky by the nape of his neck, pulling him into a violent kiss. His mouth matched the intensity of yours, lips heavy and insistent as your tongues slid over each other with practiced ease. Steve thought he might cum in his pants just watching you both, little groans slipping from his parted lips as he palmed desperately at his clothed cock.

“What did you do to him?” You laughed softly, pulling your mouth off Bucky’s but not leaving his embrace.

“You wanna tell her Stevie?” Bucky’s sly grin was unbelievably sexy.

“H-He didn’t let me cum the whole time we were away, fuck ‘m so hard.” You couldn’t remember Steve ever coming home from a two week mission this riled up before so you knew there had to be more to it.

“Tell her the rest.” Bucky encouraged, his own cock beginning to stir pleasantly between your bodies.

“Fuck, he t-touched me every chance he got. Fucked me every night. C-Came inside me and then just stopped.” Steve was almost sobbing. “Some mornings he s-sucked me until I was so close and then he rolled over and got dressed. Jesus, it was torture.” Steve’s hand was working a little faster over himself at the memory. Memories of being filled and fucked, the bed creaking under the weight of two horny super soldiers, Bucky’s grunts filling the room followed by the feeling of warm cum leaking from his hole and then receiving absolutely no relief himself. For two whole weeks. After the first week, his cock was almost permanently hard and that’s when Bucky only ramped things up. The torture got worse. Steve could still imagine the feeling of Bucky’s cold metal hand gripping the base of Steve’s cock every night while he fucked into him to keep him from spilling onto the sheets with a loud cry. Holding back Steve’s orgasm with a grip like a vice. Bucky ramped it up again, beginning each morning with Steve’s cock in his mouth, Steve squirming awake, thrusting into his boyfriend’s hot wet mouth and God, if he could only just let go but the sensation was always removed as soon as he was conscious enough to truly register the pleasure.

Bucky Barnes had been sadistic this time, there was no doubt about it.

Steve knew he couldn’t touch you now. He knew with the state he was in, it would be game over with just a couple of quick tugs of your tiny hand and as much as he hated being denied, he loved feeling this worked up, entirely at the mercy of you and Bucky.

You turned in Bucky’s grip to watch Steve, your ass pressed to Bucky’s crotch while you began you tug your little dress over your head.

Steve really struggled to stop himself from cumming, a grunt leaving his lips. His hand had to stop moving over his bulge at the sight of you in the most painfully pretty lingerie. Expensive, delicate, baby pink lace covering your sweet breasts, nipples firm and pebbled and Bucky’s hands roaming your exposed skin.

If anyone deserved to be touching you, it wasn’t Bucky, that’s for sure. “Please, please oh no, I’ve been such a good boy, please lemme cum.” Steve was ready to drop to his knees and continue begging if you asked him to but you weren’t going to push him that far. That was only fun when Steve was being bratty but you’d never seen him more pliant than he was right then.

“Take your dick out Stevie. Maybe mommy will give you some relief after she’s taken care of daddy.” Bucky’s voice was deep, lust tinged, watching his sweet boy scramble to unzip himself, barely free from the fabric before he wrapped his own hand around his shaft. His length twitched every couple of seconds and you audibly gasped at how full and heavy his balls looked. Precum had smeared everywhere, a thick bead already running slowly down his shaft. His tip looked red and angry, too sensitive for Steve to even touch.

“Mommy please ah, take care of me first. B-been so good. I’ll be quick, promise. Oh Daddy, fuck, touch me.” Steve could only manage two or three strokes at a time before he had to stop. Anything else would’ve made him spill over his fist. It was different, seeing Steve edge himself like this. Normally he didn’t have the will power. It always took you or Bucky controlling his pleasure since Steve loved to cum, greedily taking too much when you allowed him to do it himself. But God did he look pretty, pink cheeks and wet lips, long lashes fluttering every time he denied himself. His whole huge body was practically trembling with need, hand shaking as he worked himself.

“We’re in charge baby, you’ll do as we say. Don’t waste that big load, you know how much mommy loves to feel you fill her. Only after daddy’s had a turn though. Know how much you love fuckin’ mommy after me. Feels nice gettin’ daddy’s cum on your cock, doesn’t it? Mommy feels that little bit better when she’s already sloppy, fucked full of cum. Maybe we’ll knock her up this time. Who knows?” Steve’s eyes shot open at that last statement, Bucky had played into Steve’s biggest fantasy, knocking you up. Steve had the biggest breeding kink, but he often wasn’t bold enough to bring it up himself. There was no chance of it happening any time soon, you were on the most effective birth control you could find and the boys knew that, it was just about the risk.

“I can’t wait, oh god.” Steve was whimpering, diving deeper into his need than you even thought possible while Bucky ignored him, starting to rid himself of his clothes until he was standing naked behind you.

“Oh Steve, these panties are crotch-less. Don’t even need to move ‘em out of the way to get to get into this sweet pussy. You must’ve been needy, weren’t ya honey? Needed your boys home to fuck you properly?” Now it was Bucky’s turn to sound ruined, metal fingers dipping into the gap where there should’ve been fabric. Two fingers pressed their way into your eager hole, a high whine slipping from you when Bucky began to curl them.

“Oh yes, oh fuck.” Steve was whimpering in the corner, his hand now rolling his balls instead as he watched his boyfriend stretch out his girlfriend.

“Lemme hear you baby, let Stevie hear you. Don’t you dare hold those pretty noises back this time.” You offered Bucky what could only be described as a mean smirk and he gave you a single nod in return, wet lips pulled into a sly grin. Bucky often held back his noises during sex since you and Steve were so vocal but it tore you apart when he finally let his guard down like that.

Bucky wasted no time bending you over the kitchen island so you were facing Steve. The cold marble pressed against the thin lace covering your body had your nipples stiffening. Steve looked so fucking gone, scared to even touch his cock for fear of cumming as Bucky pressed into you with a low groan.

“Jesus Christ baby, you’re tight. God, you have any idea how good you feel? Take this big dick so well. Not like Steve, he turns into a little bitch but you? You take every inch like a dream.” Steve’s face contorted in pleasure as Bucky pulled out slowly, slamming back in with enough force to fill the room with the sound of skin slapping on skin.

“So full Bucky, you’re so damn big. Love how well you fuck me.” Your little show was more for Steve’s benefit up until Bucky reached between your bodies, stroking little relentless circles on your clit. Your fingers struggled for purchase on the marble countertop, desperately seeking something to grip onto and finding nothing.

Bucky’s hips changed angle and oh god, your whole world was crumbling around you, your blood thumping in your ears.

“Right there Bucky, shit, ‘m not gonna last. Feels, ahh fuck, feels so good.” You couldn’t tear your eyes from Steve, sitting right in front of you, across the table. He was a fucking vision, cock standing proud and painfully hard, precum dripping steadily from his tip. Every few seconds, he twitched again, pulling a whimper from his swollen lips. He couldn’t even look at you. He couldn’t watch you or Bucky because if he did, he knew he would explode, whether he was touching himself or not.

“Stevie our girl feels so good, she’s so warm and wet and tight as fuck, you’ve no idea. She’s so fuckin’ sensitive today too, look at her, she’s so close and we’ve only just started. Takes this fat cock better than you do. Bet you wish you could join in, huh, fill one of her pretty holes while I take the other? Or maybe you wish you were her? ‘Member how good it feels when she sucks your dick while I’m in your ass? Know you love that, don’t you.” Bucky was absolutely killing him, making Steve squirm in his seat, trying so hard not to cum because damn, Bucky was right. The moan dragged from his throat at the wet slapping of your bodies together was sinful, another fresh bead of sticky precum running down his shaft.

“Cum for us angel, c’mon, wanna feel you milk my big cock. Give Stevie a nice sloppy hole to fuck. Gotta put a baby in our girl tonight.” Bucky had bent over, layering his body on top of yours, growling into your ear in a way that would’ve been almost sensual if it hadn’t been so perverted.

You felt as gone as Steve was, each powerful stroke of Bucky’s weakening your resolve, threatening to tear your orgasm from you whether you were ready or not.

“Steve you gotta watch. I’m gonna cum, fuck Steve, I’m gonna cum.” You were babbling, every thrust from Bucky sending your body bobbing against the marble beneath you. Steve’s eyes squeezed tightly shut, head still facing the ceiling and he almost looked pained. He’d been too hard for too long and he was so damn full he wasn’t sure he would be able to listen to you cumming without letting go himself.

“Steve I swear to God, if you let our girl down, you’re not cumming for a month. I’m gonna fuck her in front of you all night long, every single night of the week. Get over here now and watch our girl cum.” Bucky’s voice came out in an angry growl, which did nothing to soothe your need to cum. Steve scrambled to his feet, coming over to stand beside you, his own hand clenching around the base of his cock for all he was worth, holding his orgasm back for just a little while longer.

“Jesus Bucky, ‘m gonna, fuck, right fuckin’ there, oh god.” You could hardly think, between the pounding of Bucky’s cock, his fingers working your clit, his low grunts and Steve’s hungry eyes on you, there was nothing you could’ve done to hold back.

Your orgasm hit you with the force of a train, your pussy gushing around Bucky. The scream that you let out could’ve had Steve crying, imagining how it must feel to be inside you while such a powerful orgasm wrecked your body.

“Oh oh shit angel no, you really fuckin’ are milkin’ me. Can’t even think straight, you’ve got me so lost in this pretty little pussy, fuck I’m close. You want me to fill you up baby? Want to feel this little hole dripping before Steve even gets a chance to fuck you.” Bucky’s teeth were gritted, pounding you through your orgasm. Both hands gripped your hips, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside you while Steve squirmed. And that’s when you had an idea.

“Bucky, shit, stop, gotta, oh Christ.” Almost the second you told him to stop, Bucky had pulled out. Turning around, you noticed just you worried he was, thinking he’d hurt you or it had all got too much. What he hadn’t expected was for you to sink to your knees, grasping his cock in both hands before leaning over and spitting on him for a little extra slick. His eyes rolled back in his head, watching his sweet, sexy girl on her knees, stroking his dick in that pretty lingerie.

“Steve come here, Bucky’s so close.” Steve stepped ever so slightly closer.

“Oh no, baby don’t touch me, I’ll burst.” Steve was so lost in the wet sounds of your hand working Bucky, along with Bucky’s breathy gasps while you tried to tear the high from his body.

“Just hold your cock right there Steve, good boy.” Your praise made his knees even weaker, not even entirely sure what you were doing. Bucky had caught on though, watching you intently as you sped up.

“You want this load baby? Jus’ couldn’t resist, could ya? Want your pretty face painted?” He looked so proud, keeping Steve absolutely oblivious to your real plans.

“Fuck baby, that’s it, gonna cum.” Bucky’s length was twitching in your hand, watching how you bit your lip and looked up at him.

Hot, thick ropes of cum erupted from his tip but rather than landing on you, Bucky stepped forward so they spattered messily over Steve’s cock. Steve looked like he was going to go mad, curses and whines escaping him with every fresh stream of cum, forcing himself to stay sane.

“Jesus Steve, I didn’t think I’d have that much in me. Not after filling you up every night for two weeks.” Bucky’s little breathy laugh made Steve shudder, his whole lower half of his tummy drenched in cum.

“You’re gonna fuck all that mess into me now Stevie, okay? Gonna take care of you baby.” You were so soft for Steve now that he had done so well and Steve was just melting into all the extra affection.

“Mhm, thank you, oh god, thank you.” Steve was whimpering, blue eyes shining with excitement and an uncomfortable amount of lust.

“Onto the sofa baby, don’t make a mess now.” Steve had never moved so fast, sitting so carefully down on the leather sofa in the adjoining living room.

“Oh you’re so pretty like this, look at you, you did so well baby.” Bucky had gone just as soft as you, taking in Steve’s blush at all the compliments and affection, both of you stripping him of his clothes. You settled on top of Steve, lightly gripping his sticky length, guiding him to your entrance.

“Lemme know if you need a break sweetheart, s’gonna be intense for you.” You cooed softly, holding Steve’s face in your other hand. He nodded a little, blissed out already just from the feeling of your hand on him.

His tip pressed through your soaked folds, inching its way inside you, little by little. Steve let out a hiss at the feeling of your hips sinking lower onto him, his face screwed up in pleasure. Bucky took a seat beside Steve, kissing his neck, whispering little praises in his ear, his love for both of you burning behind his eyes.

“Oh, oh no that’s so good, no please, I’m gonna cum.” You were hardly even half way down on Steve’s length before his little plea had escaped, Bucky’s cum making the glide even smoother.

“Don’t you want to cum sweetheart? I don’t expect you to last very long this time. Don’t want you worrying about me, this is all for you now.” You stopped moving, giving Steve a chance to catch his breath before his forehead dropped to your shoulder, a little sob escaping as you sank lower. Kisses peppered against your bare skin, whiney little cries falling from his parted lips, letting you sink onto him until he was buried to the hilt.

“Just rock there baby, don’t fuck him, I don’t think he’ll be able to handle it.” Bucky’s little suggestion pulled a fresh groan from Steve, knowing he probably couldn’t handle anything right now for too long.

“That’s it, good boy, you’re so perfect for us baby. So so perfect and pretty, you’ve no idea.” Your praises only deepened Steve’s blush, fingers digging into the soft flesh at your hips. You rocked yourself back and forth slowly on Steve’s length, keeping him seated inside you. Each tiny movement was amplified a hundred times over for Steve, given how sensitive he was.

Little gasps turned to groans and groans into whimpers as Steve neared his peak.

“Fuck, so warm, I can’t wait any longer.” Steve was a trembling mess, fingers scraping over your skin in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

“Come on Stevie, fill her up.” Bucky’s eyes were trained only on Steve’s face as he let go, cock twitching violently inside you. The force of his orgasm left him shuddering, wrecked at finally getting to spend himself inside you. All the frustration he had built up was released, a long drawn out groan ripped from his throat. His cum dripped between your bodies before he had even finished, making the inside of your thighs even more slick.

“Doing so well Steve, oh I bet you’re makin’ her feel incredible. What a sweet boy.” Bucky stroked Steve’s face so gently, letting the worn out man shudder, eyes fluttering shut.

Ever so slowly, you inched yourself off him, trying not to add to his overstimulation, taking in the sight of your two boys on the couch, locked in the sweetest cuddle.

“Shit that was… Oh wow.” Steve was completely breathless, a thin sheen of sweat evident on his forehead, watching as Bucky pulled you onto his lap for a cuddle.

“You okay honey, we didn’t go to hard on you?” You questioned, placing little kisses to Steve’s shoulders while Bucky lovingly held your waist.

“No, it was perfect, fuck I didn’t realise I would be that needy.” Bucky’s chuckle at Steve’s little admission was so light and heartwarming, his metal hand drifting lazily through Steve’s hair.

“I um…. Don’t think I’m done though.” Steve’s cock was beginning to stir again between the tangle of your bodies.

“That’s okay sweetheart, we’ve got all night.” Bucky laughed quietly.

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