#I wanna taunt him and rub his belly.... maybe tie him up a little....

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Oo a jealous punishment regulus smut? Or a teasing regulus one?

Jealous

Hope you enjoy it babe, i tried to include them all in one🥴

Warning: 18+

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„Reg, we were just joking around. It‘s not that serious!“

Ignoring you he kept walking towards the Slytherin dorms. You hesitated when he went through, but quickly made up your mind running after him.

„Regulus!“, you called, frustrated with his childish actions.

He just slammed his door shut and left you there. In the middle of the hallway.

„Fine act like a child! But don‘t come crawling to me when you need someone to fuck you!“

The Slytherins around you gasped, already gossiping if you really were the one dominating the relationship, but you didn‘t stay any longer to hear the rest.

Your mood was sour after that incident. You took it out on everyone, until Lily cheered you up a little. Sirius of course made it his mission to annoy his little brother any chance he got, like floating his food or firing peanuts into his water cup. You were still wondering where he got the peanuts from.

Regulus‘ resolve was slipping, but he held himself back. He would punish you later for your disobedience.

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Doing your rounds in the hallways you tried to distract yourself, but your mind kept playing the mental image of Regulus giving you the ‚You fucked up‘ look. God, the way he stared at you during dinner, his eyes blazing with rage, jaw pressed tightly together. You just wanted to crawl on your knees and apologize. And suck him off.

„Where are your little friends? No Sirius to avenge you?“

You swirled around startled, looking at Regulus. God he looked so good in his green-silver robes, black hair neatly styled. The way he stood, like he owned the fucking castle and everyone in it. The air around him screamed Noble House of Black.

„What the fuck are you talking about?“

Regulus smirked, clicking his tongue.

„What have I told you about cussing, love?“

You snorted, crossing your arms on your chest.

„What makes you think I‘ll listen to anything you say?“

Regulus let out a small laugh, fingers flexing at his sides and he crossed his arms behind his back. Fuck, the way he‘s standing.

„Last I checked you were still my little girl.“

„Maybe I should be calling you that, considering the way you were acting last night.“

Regulus smug expression changed in seconds, mouth pressing into a thin line.

„Careful“, he barked out, „you don‘t want to go there.“

„Or what little boy? You gonna go running to mommy?“

That was a low blow and you knew it, but you were so fucking angry and horny and just wanted a reaction. Anything. You wanted him to break you. To lose himself in you and give into his rage for once in his goddamn life.

„Seems like I made a poor job in disciplining you. Lets change that.“

„Fuck you, don‘t think I‘ll break that easy Reggie.“

„I‘d be disappointed if you did. Put up a fight slut, it‘s more fun this way.“

He was walking in your direction with every word, the distance between you rapidly shortening.

„Oh really? Sirius didn‘t take so long in breaking me down, but I doubt that you have his skills...“, you taunted, a haughty smile dancing on your pretty lips.

Regulus halted at the mentioning of his older brother. His eyes narrowed and he finally closed the distance, shoving you against the wall. His eyes bore into yours, fixing you with a firey glare.

„If any other name besides mine comes out of your whore mouth, I‘ll fuck you right infront of the entire castle to see.“

Seeing the effect of his words on you he kept talking, angry eyes making you melt.

„I‘ll tie you up and fuck you right in front of my brother. That will teach him to stay the fuck away from what belongs to me!“

Now you understood why he was acting the way that he did yesterday. He thought that Sirius was trying to take you away.

„What the hell are you implying“, you said, willing it to come out strong, but it sounded more like a moan. You couldn’t help it, the way his hard on was pressing against your lower belly.

„He had his filthy hands all over you little girl. Don‘t you see the way he acts around you? He wants you all for himself!“

You would have laughed if you wouldn’t have been busy trying to keep your moans in as he bit at your jaw, grinding his cock against your belly. You could hardly tell him that Sirius was mental about a certain tall werewolf in his house.

„Maybe I‘m the one who needs to be taught a lesson...“, you breathed, lashes fluttering as you looked up at him.

„Don‘t expect me to stop.“

That was all he said before he turned you around to press your front against the brick wall. His ringed fingers came down on your ass in hard spanks, rings leaving imprints of ,RAB‘s and snakes on your flesh. You bit your lip, pressing your burning cheek against the cold wall to calm yourself. Pained whines escaped your raw lips when he pushes your skirt and underwear down, the rough material dragging against your sore skin.

„Quiet. I don‘t want a single sound. You‘ve said enough already.“

His fingers were hot against you wet cunt, slipping inside of you easily.

„Can‘t believe this turns you on. Was it the bit about me fucking you infront of the school or infront of my brother? Might try it out..“

Ypu cried out when he curled his fingers, spreading your legs with his feet. Crouching behind you he put both of his hands on your ass, spreading you open and put his face right between you thighs. His tongue lapped against your folds, finding your clit. Sealing his lips around it he locked his jaw, sucking on your clit until you were riding his face. The pain of his palms against your bruised skin mixed with the pleasure of his tongue and your knees buckled, barley able to support your body weight.

Pulling back he stood up, deliviring five quick slaps on your clit this time when you protested and your pussy clenched with the sensation.

„Regulus“, you breathed, „please!“

He was fumbling with his belt, metal clinking as it fell on the floor.

„Now you‘re begging? I thought I didn‘t have my brothers skills?“

You whined again, turning around to snake your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. One leg wrapped around his hip, tugging until he fell forward, holding himself up with his palms on the wall beside your head.

„Reg, I‘m sorry I just said it to rile you up. Please just make me cum!“

He caressed your jaw as you spoke, pouting with faux empathy. He surged forward to bite your bottom lip hard, gripping your other leg to secure it around his waist.

„You cum when I say so little girl. Anything else and I‘ll leave you like this.“

With that he fucked you hard and fast against the wall, hips mercilessly pounding into you. His pubic bone was dragging against you clit, lips on the sweet spot on your neck.

„Fuck want to feel you deeper“, Regulus groaned, pulling out to sit on the ground.

„Sit on my cock“

You nearly came with those words alone, his raspy voice making you weak as you positioned yourself above his cock. Pulling you down hard by your shoulders, he held you down, fucking up into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back, no spund escaping your lips as you could only hold on for dear life. Pushing you on your back he put your legs on his shoulders and that position did for you. He was so deep that the tip of his cock pressed against your sweet spot with every thrust.

„Reg- ah please please please mor- Regulus!“

Thats all you could say. Your hands gripped his biceps as you mewled and whimpered. „Regulusregulusreg- please please wanna cum!“

Your broken cries made him go harder, sweat forming on his forehead and he leaned all the way forward until your knees were resting on the floor beside your ears.

„Hold it little girl.“

You sobbed, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you neared your climax with every push of his hips.

He was moaning too now, biceps flexing with the effort of keeping himself up and his cock twitched inside of you, veins rubbing against your walls.

„So full so full please“, you begged, „too much plea-“

„Cum then slut“, Regulus sneered, voice breaking as well now, „show me that I broke you!“

With his hand on your clit and cock deep in your pussy you came hard, squeezing him so tight he came only seconds later inside of you.

„God, yes take my cum...fuuuck.“ His voice was only a whisper against your ear, as he kept grinding and fucking you slowly. As if to make sure that his cum got everywhere.

„Don‘t you ever test my patience again, little one. Next time I‘ll make them watch.“

[buckyownsmylife]

Give your heart a break - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris is a biker and decided he wants to start your forever.

Warnings: I’m gonna tag this as dubcon just to be safe, Chris definitely crosses a line without proper consent, breeding kink, biker!Chris AU, bondage, (belt used to restrain hands), dirty talk

A/N:  this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“Hey, baby!” The smile she opened up when she turned around to see it was truly me who had just arrived at her coffee shop made my heart beat faster than it ever did while I was away from her.

I guess the adrenaline the bike used to give me was nothing compared to her effect on me.

“What are you doing here?” She exclaimed, jumping on my waiting arms so I could twirl her around, like I always did after we spent some time apart. She looked just the same, which comforted my heart somewhat.

I hated leaving her, but this nomadic lifestyle I’d chosen for myself long before we ever met would never work for her. It’s why she always resisted accepting any kind of labels to what we shared.

That was all about to change, though. Even if she still didn’t realize it.

“What? Can’t I stop by to visit my best girl?” Her smile became even bigger at the pet name. It was the indication I needed of her true feelings. She wanted to be mine, she really just couldn’t handle the biker lifestyle.

“Of course, you can. I just wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. Sit down, I’ll bring your usual order!” I watched as she fixed me a black coffee and picked a muffin with great care before bringing it to me. I had no doubt it was the warmest one on the tray. “Will you be sticking around for tonight?”

I could see the glint of hope and desire in her eyes. I knew that even though she didn’t want to be tied down to me, she hadn’t looked for pleasure in anyone else ever since I first kissed her. And even though I was sure she thought differently, neither had I.

She owned my heart ever since we met. There was no one else I’d rather have underneath my body. “I think you’ll soon realize I’ll be sticking around for a lot longer.”

Her eyes lit up at that, excitement clear in her features. “A whole week?” She’d been asking me for that for as long as I’ve known her, and I’d never been able to stick through the whole seven days. There was always some shipment to assess, brothers to help.

This time, nothing would force me away from her.

“You’ll see.” She rolled her eyes at my attempt at keeping a mystery, and I know what was going on through her pretty little head. I was already too secretive as it was, there was no need for more hiding. But I had a plan, and I was going to stick to it.

“I’ll be right here until it’s time to lock up. I’ll walk you home, how does that sound?” The way the corner of her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me was enough of a response, yet she gave me one anyway.

“Perfect.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Stop that.” The order startled me, too lost in the haze of lust to realize that he’d stripped down to his boxers, finally noticing that I’d climbed on the bed and had been playing with myself while I waited for him to join me.

Usually, I’d immediately follow his directions - almost instinctively, actually. It was probably some remaining fear that used to exist inside of me when I saw him on his bike just outside my shop, before I decided to give him a chance and began this little adventure between us…

I never wanted to see his anger directed at me. But tonight, I was feeling brave for whatever reason. Maybe it was because of how much I had missed him this time we spent apart and how I unconsciously resented him for always leaving. We’d never have an actual relationship, and it was all because of him.

So maybe that awoke the brat in me, because all I gave him was a smirk, keeping the movements on my clit as I watched him watch me. “I don’t think you deserve that,” I taunted, taking notice of the way he seemed transfixed by the wetness gathered on my lower lips, until I stopped my movements and raised my hand to slather it on my lips.

“You’ve left me all alone so many nights, with only these fingers as company…” I returned them to the apex of my thighs, pushing them inside of me this time, making sure to exaggerate my moan at the relieving sensation of being filled. “I think you deserve to suffer for a while longer.”

He looked so beautiful with his eyebrows furrowed, the length of his eyelashes and the pinkness of his lips almost making me overlook how threatening he still looked, all tatted up, clearly disappointed in me.

“Stop it,” he warned once more, but I wasn’t in a submissive mood. Not tonight.

“Why should I?” I argued, fucking myself faster. “I’m not yours. You can’t boss me around.” That was the wrong thing to say, I realized the second his eyes darkened, jaw clenching at my defiance. He was on me in a second, easily gathering my wrists in one of his hands as he pulled them up in the direction of the headboard, and it was only when I felt the leather around them that I realized he’d picked up his belt to tie me to bed.

“Yes, you are,” he breathed out against my face, eyes looking directly in mine to show me just how serious he was. “And you should know better than to disobey me.” The authoritative tone in his voice had me shivering, especially after he pulled away and stopped covering my body with his, taking advantage of how I was bound to the bed to drink in my naked figure.

“I promise I’ll behave,” I tried to argue, legs flailing around his figure until he grabbed them. “I-I just missed you, that’s all.” The way his huge, rough hand felt on the inside of my thighs should be illegal. And he knew just how much it affected me, as he smirked and looked up at me from under his eyelashes with a knowing glint in his gaze.

“Don’t you trust me?” He questioned, head tilted as his thumb slipped and found place right over my nub. “I just want to make you feel good, sugar.” I hesitated for a moment - I hadn’t really experimented with any sort of kinky sex before, even though I expected him to try something unusual ever since the first time we were together. Guess this was starting small. I could take it.

Besides, I needed him too fucking badly.

“Yeah?” He confirmed after I nodded, tone almost patronizing as he kept rubbing me and playing with himself. “Got yourself wet and ready for me, won’t need to prepare you, huh? Guess your disobedience has it’s advantages.”

All I could do was whimper, especially when he finally leaned over me again, resting his hard cock over my navel. “Feel this?” He asked, and I nodded once more. “It’s about to be inside of you, pretty girl.”

And so he grasped my hips and adjusted himself to start pushing in, spearing me open. Having him for the first time after a while was always a challenge, and although he always took it slow to get me used to him again, he was never one to give me time to accept the intrusion. He just took his time, thrusting in and out, taking note of every little moan that I released as his hips pressed against mine.

“Oh, fuck…” I groaned, wanting to wrap my arms around him but unable to do so, due to my restraints. “T-that f-feels s-so good!” I was positively trembling as he started to pick up his pace, cocky smile only adding to my arousal.

“Oh, yeah?” He panted, drops of sweat starting to form on his naked body from the frantic activity. “Then fucking scream it, sweetheart. Tell your entire neighborhood how good it feels to have my cock inside of you.”

I must have obeyed him, from the way my throat felt hoarse when I finally came back from my orgasm, but I couldn’t remember it. I was too far gone. All I knew, all I could focus on was the way it felt to have his cock rhythmically dragging in and out of me, the sounds of my juices reverberating off the walls.

“Pretty little pussy,” he complimented, eyes focused on the part of me he was so obsessed with. “Can’t wait to fill it up with my cum.” Well, that jolted me back into reality, suddenly pulling on his belt again.

“W-what?” Only when he heard my question and the hesitation in my voice did he raise his gaze to meet my eyes, a patient smile defining his expression.

“C’mon, pretty girl… You know you want it too. Don’t you want an ‘us’?” He urged while I could only stare back, mouth agape. “You know I want more, I’ve always wanted more. Now I’m ready to give it to you. And I know you want me too.”

His voice was soothing against my ear as he kept fucking me, “You want to be round with my baby, don’t you? You want me to keep you filled all day long, until your breasts are heavy and your belly starts growing, so everyone will know you’re now undeniably mine.”

And to be his is all I’d ever wanted, but I never expected it to happen like this. I could only watch, frozen in place as he came deep inside of me, moaning right by my ear before kissing my temple.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He’d never said those words to me before. I don’t think he’d ever said them to anyone. “I know it’s fucked up that I’m only now telling you this, but I do. And I wanna fall asleep next to you every day from now on.”

And so he kept me plugged, full of his cum even as he released my wrists and lulled me to sleep, and for the next seven days, when I woke up in the morning, he was really still there.

“You’re really here to stay,” I whispered on the eight night, cradling his face in amazement as he smiled before kissing my palm.

“Forever.”

[hopelikethemoon]

New Adventure (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: New Adventure  Rating: Explicit Length: 3400 Warnings: Smut (female receiving oral, male receiving oral, pegging, and some I guess what’s called come eating(?)) also Family Fluff! Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set October 1997.  Summary: Reader and Javier try something new. AKA Javi takes the strap. 

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“You sure you’re ready to try this tonight?” You questioned, combing your fingers through Javier’s hair as you straddled his lap. 

He arched a brow upwards, lips drawn into a thin line as he shrugged. “Yeah. As ready as I’ll ever be, baby.”

“Javi, if you don’t want to…” The last thing you wanted to do was make him feel like this was something he had to do. You’d both enjoyed using the toy before, but it didn’t have to go any further if he didn’t want it to.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I wanna give it a go. Or let you give me a go.” Javier gestured towards the harness that was laying on the foot of the bed, accompanied by the neon blue toy and the bottle of lube. 

You traced your thumb down the length of his nose, biting down on your bottom lip as you met his eyes. “I just want to make sure you’re really into this… since we stopped before.”

He settled his hands at your hips and squeezed. “We stopped before because it was…  a lot.” Javier explained. He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, glancing away as he got his thoughts together. “And I wasn’t ready to end it all right then and there.” 

You smiled adoringly at him, “Well don’t hold back this time. I want you to come for me, Javi.” You traced your fingertips over his forehead, before you cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. “I want you to let go.” You mumbled against his lips. “I’ve heard it’s supposed to be.. really good.”

“If the build-up was any indication.. Yeah.” He widened his eyes dramatically, giving your ass a swat. “But before we get to that… I want to make sure you feel good, baby.”

“Javi, I already told you I don’t mind… Watching you is going to be an award in and of itself.”

He shook his head, “Let me do this, baby.” He brushed a kiss to your chin. “It’ll make me feel better while you’re…” His Adam’s apple bobbed. 

“While I’m what?” You questioned, slowly grinding yourself down against him. “I don’t know if I can do it, if you can’t say it.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes as he ran his hands up your sides. “Fine.”

You leaned in and kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip. “Come on, Javi.”

“While you’re fucking me.” He said lowly, his breath hot as it danced against your lips. 

“Damn straight.” You grinned down at him proudly. “I can’t wait.”

Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, “Yeah, me too.” He admitted, before he leaned forward and brushed a line of kiss along your collarbone. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra, but you caught his arm. “What?”

“Sexy lingerie stays on.” You told him teasingly. 

“Baby, I can’t do what I want with these on.” He drawled out as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. “As good as they look.”

“These can come off.” You wiggled your hips against him, before moving to lay back on the bed. 

Javier groaned, “Goddamn. You’re a vision.” He peeled your underwear off, tossing them aside as you took on the sight of you. “I’m the fucking luckiest man.” 

The way he looked at you still made your heart flip in your chest. You knew exactly the type of women he used to chase after and they weren’t the type of women that looked like they’d had two children. 

Your fingers played through his hair as he kissed a path from your lips down your stomach, right down between your thighs. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

Javier worked his tongue between your slick folds, paying close attention to your clit. You tugged at his hair, hips arching up off the bed as he worked two fingers into your aching center. It felt like heaven. 

You had honestly expected that you would go straight into the main event. This was the icing on the cake. His scruff dragging against your inner thighs. 

“Javier!” You gasped out as he curled his lips around your clit and sucked at it, just as he crooked his fingers and dragged them over that sweet spot within you. 

That was all it took to send you over the edge. You trembled beneath his ministrations, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. But he didn’t relent, his tongue swirling over that little bundle of nerves until you felt a rush of arousal. “Shit.” You hissed out, melting back against the mattress. 

Javier pulled away with a wicked smirk, glistening with your arousal from his mustache to his chin. “Now you are ready.” He taunted. 

“Fuck off.” You arched your back and maneuvered yourself so you could pull away from him. “I don’t know if my legs are going to work now.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth, “I bet you’ll be just fine, baby.” Javier wiped his mouth off and sank back onto the bed. “So…”

“Indeed.” You pushed your hair over your shoulders, using the hair tie on your wrist to tie it back. “Same rules as before.” You reminded him as you sat on the side of the bed, pulling the harness up your thighs. 

“I can’t believe you got lingerie to match.” Javier remarked with a chuckle, dragging his fingers through his hair. 

You shrugged. “I thought it was a nice touch.” You grabbed the bottle of lubricant, tossing it onto the bed as you moved back towards the center. “This is so weird.”

Javier stared at the bright neon blue toy that hung from between your thighs. “How does it feel?”

“Powerful?” You ventured as you picked up the bottle of lube and squirted some onto your palm, stroking your hand over the length of the toy. “I mean I can’t feel anything which is kinda weird.”

Javier’s brows furrowed together as he nodded. “Yeah, I can imagine.” He chewed on his bottom. “Can’t believe we’re doing this.”

You nodded your head with a short laugh. “I think after this we’re stuck with each other.”

He let out a huff of laughter, raking his hand over his face. “Yeah.” Javier scraped his teeth over his bottom lip before he sat up. “How do you want me?”

You hummed thoughtfully, “Hands and knees? After all, turnabout’s fair play.”

Javier rolled his eyes, “Like you’re not a fan of that position.”

“One of my favorites.” You winked, rising up on your knees. “You sure you’re ready?”

He sighed heavily, “Yeah.” Javier moved onto his knees, leaning forward onto his hands. 

You swallowed thickly as you took in the sight of him stretched on his hands and knees for you. You grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some onto your hand, before spreading it onto him gently. 

Javier grunted softly as your finger came in contact with him, his legs tensing up. 

“Hey.” You rubbed your hand over his lower back. “Relax, babe.” You reminded him, curling your finger around the toy, guiding it so it brushed against his entrance. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Javier swallowed thickly, relaxing forward onto his forearms. “Just go slow.” He advised you, fingers tightening their grip on the sheets beneath him. 

You grabbed the bottle of lube again, squirting another dollop of it onto the toy. You used the tip of the dildo to smear the extra over him. 

Finally, you hesitantly pressed forward, letting just the tip slide into him. 

A low groan escaped him, a sound that spiked fire through your veins. “That’s it, Javi. I want to hear you.”

You gripped at his hips tightly as you pressed forward with a little more pressure, more of the toy vanishing into him. Holy shit.

Javier made another sound, one that rumbled from deep in his chest. “Fuck.” He swore, his head dropping forward against his forearm. 

“Good?” You questioned, rubbing your hand over his lower back as you drew back and pressed forward again. It was surreal to watch an extension of yourself working into him.

And really fucking hot. 

“Good.” Javier rasped out. You rocked forward, sinking nearly the full length into him, before his left leg dipped against the mattress as it gave out on him. “I’m good, baby.” He promised you quickly as you started to withdraw from him. 

“You look so good like this.” You told him, giving his hip a swift pat. “But I want you to roll over for me.” 

Javier let out a desperate sound as the toy slid out of him. “It’s just my fucking knee.” He complained as he pushed himself up on his hands and knees, before he moved to lay back on the bed. 

Your eyes were drawn to his cock, resting hard and erect against his lower belly. “Look at you.” You drawled out as you reached out and curled your fingers around his cock. “Do you like getting fucked, Javi?” You questioned, curling your fingers around the toy that hung from between your thighs. 

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Your tongue darted out over your bottom lip as you pressed the head of the neon blue toy against his puckered hole again, sliding back in with more ease than before. 

The look on his face made your stomach twist. His lips were parted, eyes darkened with lust, and he looked like a man who knew he was about to be fucked. And the way his face contorted with pleasure as you drew back and slid back into him? Pure lust.

You pulled his thighs up over yours, drawing up onto your knees, before you leaned forward. You rested your hands on his chest as you rocked your hips forward. The full length of the toy now pressed into him. Given the face he wore every time you snapped your hips forward — you were hitting that spot. 

But you weren’t ready for it to be over with too soon. You kept your hips still as you sank down and kissed him, your fingers curling around the back of his head as you did. You could feel his cock hard against your stomach, trapped in between you as you rocked forward. 

His jaw dropped as he let out a throaty moan. “Fuck. Fuck.” He grabbed at you, his hand running down your back as you moved above him. 

“You’re so hot like this.” You told him, “Bet you feel good too.” You mused, trying to pull inspiration from some of the things he said to you. “Your face…” You shook your head slowly, just marveling at him as you sat back and started to thrust into him more earnestly then. “Tell me how it feels, Javi. Use your words.”

He slapped his hand against the mattress, hips rocking up off the bed as you must’ve hit that spot again. “Feels… fuck… just like that. Just like that baby.” 

“Do you like this, Javi?” You questioned, slowing your movements, sliding the toy out of him right to the tip before sinking back into him. 

“Yes.” He gritted out through clenched teeth. “Fuck!” Javier reached down and curled his fingers around his cock. 

You wrapped your hand around his, mirroring the pace of his strokes with your thrusts. The angle was just right. Every time you pressed into him you felt the muscles in his thighs tense and you could see his breath catch in his chest. 

It was only a matter of time before Javier writhed beneath you as you sent him careening over the edge. He sounded like a madman muttering your name as he came, his seed spilling out across his belly as he worked his fist over his cock. 

You carefully withdrew from him, fumbling with the clasps at your hips that kept the harness in place. It fell off the side of the bed abandoned as you knelt on the bed between his thighs. 

“Wish I could take a picture of how good you look right now.” You told him as you leaned down and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip of him. 

His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging lightly as you took the full length of him into your mouth, lavishing his cock with attention. 

“Baby.” He groaned, tugging a little harder at your hair to pull you off of his sensitive cock. 

You smirked up at him, “What?” You questioned, planting your hands on the bed at his sides as you leaned down and licked up the mess that had been made on his stomach. 

“Fuck.” He swore, a low groan escaping him. “You’re going to kill me.” 

You made a show of licking your lips as you crawled up his body. “You’re not allowed to die.” You told him firmly. 

Javier curled his fingers around the back of your head, pulling you down so he could kiss you. You moaned against his lips as his tongue dipped out to slide over your own tongue. He kissed you so thoroughly, you could feel a fresh burn of desire racing through your veins. 

You pulled back, breathing raggedly as you looked down at him. “Goddam, Javier.” You breathed out with a short laugh. 

“What?” He questioned with an arched brow. 

You grinned, “That was fun.”

Javier nodded, giving your hip a squeeze. “Yeah. It was.”

You leaned down to kiss him again. “You looked like you enjoyed yourself.”

He ran his tongue over his lips and nodded. “Yeah. It was pretty fucking good.” He drummed his fingers against your skin. “I’m not saying we’re gonna make a habit of it, but…” He raised his brows.

“Whenever you’re ready, babe.” You assured him, cupping his cheek as you leaned down to brush your nose against his. “Say the word and I’ll be ready to fuck you again.”

Javier rolled his eyes, “You like being in control?” He gave both of your ass cheeks as short swat, making you yelp. “You did, didn’t you?”

You shrugged. “I really just enjoyed watching you let go.” You kissed him once more before you moved to get off of him. “As much as I would like to just lay here, we really need to change the sheets before we sleep.”

He groaned as he sat up, grousing about having to get out of bed. “One second you’re let a woman fuck you and the next she’s kicking you out of bed.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You flipped him off as you peeled the covers off the bed. “Did you want to sleep in the middle of this?” 

“Nah.” Javier shook his head, heading into the bathroom to grab fresh sheets out of the closet. “Clean up just fucking kills the mood.”

“I agree.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek as he returned with the sheets. “I’ll clean the toy if you make the bed.”

“Deal.” He gave your ass a playful swat, seeing you off as you headed into the bathroom with the contraption to clean it. 

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror. Yes, you were the woman who just pegged Javier Peña. If only past you could see you now. 

———

 “I’ve been made aware of the fact that the department is hosting a Cops and Goblins event.” You remarked as you sat a mug of black coffee down in front of Javier at the table. “It’s meant for the families with kids.” You slid your hand over his back, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. 

Javier rubbed his thumb over the worry line between his brows, before he picked up his mug of coffee. “I’m guessing we’re meant to go?” He questioned as he took a sip. 

“I told them we might swing by after we take the girls trick-or-treating.” You told him, moving around the table to tend to Sofía as she kicked her feet and let out a shrill sound from her highchair. “You’re just going to have to wait, sunshine.” You told her, letting her curl her fingers around your hand and try to get it into her mouth. 

“Is this your way of saying we need to get costumes?” Javier questioned, giving you a look across the table. 

“Yeah.” You smirked, smoothing your fingers over Sofía’s hair, before you headed back to get the Toaster Strudel that had popped out of the toaster. “I haven’t decided what yet, however.” It had to be something you could convince Javier to join in on. And somehow you felt that Josie’s suggestion of ‘Let’s be the dalmatian family!’ would be a swing and a miss with Javi.

“Josie!” Javier called out down the hallway, a split second before a head of dark curls came charging down the hallway with Stevie fast on her heels. 

“Mommy don’t forget the icing!” She reminded you as Javier helped her into her booster seat beside him. 

You grabbed the package out of the hot water, massaging it between your fingers. “I’m not going to forget the icing.” You assured her as you tore off the top of the package and poured it onto her Toaster Strudel in the shape of a heart. 

“I wonder who thought sugar for breakfast was a good idea for children.” Javier mused as he took another sip of coffee. He met your eyes as you licked the icing off your thumb. 

“Someone who didn’t have children.” You laughed, sitting the plate down in front of Josie. “Do you want a Toaster Strudel?” You questioned as you moved around behind him, sliding your arms around his neck and letting your hands splay out against his chest. 

“Mommy, I’m eating!” Josie tsked at you as you pressed a kiss to Javier’s cheek. 

“Did you hear that?” Javier teased, trailing his hands over your arms as he turned his head and caught your lips in a brief kiss. “I’ll just do some toast. Thank you, baby.” 

“I told you.” You chewed on your bottom lip as you brushed your fingers over the hair that fell against his forehead. “Whatever you want today.” 

You didn’t need to dote on him after last night, but you wanted to. Last night had been new and exciting for both of you. If you could’ve had your way, you would’ve spent the entire morning in bed with him. But that wasn’t possible with a rambunctious four-year-old who would’ve saddled the dog and tried to ride around the house on her. 

Javier followed you back to the toaster, his chin resting on your shoulder as he planted his hands on the counter at your sides. “I don’t know how I’m going to get anything done today.” He whispered close to your ear. “I’m going to be thinking about you all day.” 

You leaned back against him as you reached into the bread bag. “I know the feeling.” You turned and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before rubbing the tip of your nose against his skin. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” He promised you, knocking his head against yours as he reached into the bag of bread and grabbed two pieces. “Really good.” He added, before he headed to retrieve peanut butter and honey from the cabinet. 

“You sure you don’t want any eggs? Or bacon?”

“Baby.” He laughed, shaking his head as he looked at you. “Toast is fine.” Javier huffed quietly as he started working on Josie’s lunch for preschool. 

“We are only going to have Monica for two hours today.” You reminded him as you slotted the bread into the toaster. “She’s got her date with Nadia.” 

“So glad we heckled her at Logan’s.” 

“She owes it all to Josie.” 

“What did I do?” She perked up, looking back at with an inquisitive look. An inquisitive look that was covered in strawberry filling. 

“Did any go in your mouth?” You questioned. 

Josie scrunched up her nose before making an attempt to wipe her tongue over all of the stick spots. “What’d I do, mommy?”

“You helped Miss Monica find a girlfriend.” 

“Oh yeah!” She wiggled in her seat. “She’s happy like you and daddy now.” 

“I don’t know, princesa.” He said as he returned to the table to take a sip of coffee. “Your mommy and I are pretty happy.” 

You grinned to yourself, your back turned towards them. You were happy. There wasn’t even a doubt to that emotion. 

[kinkblin]

Nothing is hotter than rapid mpreg... sorry, I don't make the rules....

[celoica]

liability

characters → billy hargrove/steve harrington

rating → explicit

tags → underage (steve is early 30s, billy is 17), dominant/submissive dynamics, biting, rimming, safe words, begging

notes → inspired by how to get away with murder. sequel to negotiation tactics. for @granpappy-winchester, because i owe her other prompts but my ass has been slow as hell writing it. this is like 3k of porn and feelings.

other links → ao3. full series on tumblr can be found here.

summary → billy picks a safe word and steve makes another bad choice.

“So…”

Steve looked down at where Billy lay sprawled on his chest, fingers twisting in the hem of Steve’s shirt. He raised an eyebrow. “So?”

“How long you been doing this?”

“Doing what?”

Billy gave him a look. “Being a kinky fucker.”

Steve smiled and carded his fingers into Billy’s hair, tugging until Billy shifted up. Pliant beneath his touch, Steve kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip until Billy whimpered into his mouth. He rocked against him, leg sliding over Steve’s hip until he straddled him.

His mouth was shiny and red when Steve pulled away. He licked his lips and grinned. “So?”

“I had a girlfriend who liked to tie me up.” He ran his fingers through Billy’s hair, brushing strands out of his eyes and off his forehead. “My college roommate liked when I tied him up. I liked doing that better than being tied up. It went on from there.”

Leaning into his touch, eyes half-closed, Billy asked, “What else?”

“What else what?”

“You didn’t just get tied up and that was it. What else?”

Steve rubbed tight circles under Billy’s ear with his thumb. “There was a club. Went a couple times. I just wanted to figure it out at first. Started playing with some of the experienced subs, made a couple friends.”

“Someone taught you?”

Billy tipped his head down, chin resting against Steve’s chest. The angle had to be awkward on Billy’s neck. Steve cupped his jaw, tilting his head until his cheek sat flush with his sternum.

“Yeah.”

“What do you wanna teach me?”

Steve paused, hand still on Billy’s cheek. The first night he’d met Billy, Steve had put the invitation from his mind. Wild and unpredictable, with his father’s blood still under his fingernails, it was easy to pretend the offer to suck his cock hadn’t been thrown on the table in the first place. The longer he spent with him, the more he thought about it.

Billy, on his knees, wrists tied behind his back and to the rope connecting his ankles together. Eyes wide, lust-blown, saliva spilling from his lips as he choked down Steve’s cock, immobilized in place by Steve’s hands curled in his hair.

Billy, on his back in Steve’s four-poster bed, hands bound by leather straps above his head, spreader bar between his ankles. Blind folded, because Steve could never help himself; bright red wax dripping over Billy’s skin, slipping over a nipple and down the curve of his ribs.

Billy, underneath him, knees hooked on Steve’s shoulders, fingers scrambling for purchase on his back as Steve fucked into him. Each thrust shoved Billy up a notch higher on the bed, sheets bunching beneath his hips.

Billy, naked in his bed, tangled up in his arms.

“A lot,” Steve said, hand slipping into Billy’s hair again. “Maybe some things that might freak you out.”

“Like what?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“You don’t answer a lot of them.”

Wedging an arm beneath him, Steve pushed himself up. Billy followed, grabbing the back of the couch to pull himself up, frowning.

Steve chewed on the inside of his mouth, hand settling on Billy’s shoulder. “I want you to trust me. I don’t think you can give me that.”

The scowl was immediate. “I trust you!”

“No,” Steve said, not unkindly, “you don’t.”

“I wouldn’t fucking be here if I didn’t.”

Steve leaned back against the arm of the couch. “You’re here because you don’t have another option.”

The scowl deepened. His eyes bled unhappiness. Steve wanted to pull him close again. “So?” Billy said, an angry bite to the word.

“I’m not saying it to be an asshole. I’m saying it because it’s the truth.”

“Fuck you,” he said, leaning back and away from Steve. He climbed off his lap, sitting on the cushion furthest from him.

Steve closed his eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“Submission requires trust.” When Billy didn’t answer, he opened his eyes and sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the couch. “I’m not going to push you into giving me something you don’t have. That’s not fair.”

Billy snorted and stood, reaching out to snap at the collar of Steve’s shirt with his fingertips. “You can still fuck me.”

“I’m going to.” He’d made up his mind hours ago, between hot kisses and Billy’s curious fingers.

Billy paused, head tilting. His eyes narrowed. “You’re not allowed to take that back.”

“I won’t,” Steve said. His mouth twitched around a smile.

His demeanor changed, like a switch being flipped. One moment sullen and angry, a pissed off teenager come to taunt him for his inability to string a sentence along—the next he was bright, sharp, mouth tipped up in a grin that looked joyful.

“Okay,” Billy said, and took Steve’s hand from where it lay on his lap, yanking until Steve stood.

Laughing, he let Billy drag him to the stairs. “Now?”

“Yeah, now, you dumbass. You’ve made me wait long enough.

Steve laughed louder. At the top of the stairs, he crowded Billy against the wall, hands pinned above his head. He kissed him, laughing when Billy tried to buck him off with his hips.

“C’mon,” he whined, frustrated.

“Be patient,” Steve murmured into his mouth.

“I don’t want to. You could be fucking me right now.”

“Not yet.”

Steve kissed Billy hard, saliva slicking the way, fingers wound tight in his hair. Like a wild thing, Billy kissed back just as hard, all teeth and tongue, fingers knotted in the back of Steve’s shirt as if to haul him under his skin.

Husky and lust-thick, cock half-hard and pressed against Billy’s thigh, Steve gritted out, “Bedroom.”

They stripped the clothes off each other, leaving them in a tangled pile at their feet. Steve pushed Billy back toward the bed, and Billy grinned, sharp and hungry, eyes roaming over Steve’s body as he kneeled over him.

“You’re fucking hot,” Billy said.

“You’re beautiful,” Steve murmured, leaning down to press the flat of his tongue across a nipple, lower teeth catching across the nub. Billy moaned, fisting the hair at Steve’s nape, tugging hard.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Steve laughed, peppering a trail of kisses across Billy’s chest to the other side, tongue sliding across Billy’s nipple, sucking it into his mouth and worrying across the skin with his teeth. Billy made a noise, high and thin, and jerked beneath him, spine arching.

Fingers yanked on Steve’s hair hard enough to hurt. He hissed out a laugh and sat up, turning Billy over onto his front. Billy rutted forward, grinding into the bed. Hand flat to the small of his back, Steve held him down.

“Stop being impatient.”

“Stop turning me on, then,” Billy snapped, head turning at an awkward angle to look at Steve. He was grinning, teeth white against the spreading across his skin.

Palms set on his ass, Steve’s thumbs slid down the dip, pulling his cheeks apart. His thumbs pressed against the edge of his rim. Billy made a noise from the back of his throat, hips lifting off the bed.

“Get on with it.”

He leaned down and kissed the base of Billy’s spine. “How many times have you done this?”

“I’m not a virgin.” He tensed under Steve’s hands, spitting the word out like venom.

Slipping a thumb down, he pressed against Billy’s hole, feeling the muscle clench against his skin. “That’s not what I asked.”

Billy shifted again, hips moving helplessly against the bed, rocking back into Steve’s touch. He stilled and made a noise in his throat, frustrated. “A couple times.”

“Did you like it?”

“I would if you just got on with it.”

“Remember what I said about communication?” Steve asked mildly, pressing a kiss to the top of Billy’s ass.

“You suck.”

He sunk his teeth into the plumpest part of Billy’s ass, biting hard enough to bruise. Billy yelped and jerked, knees pressing into the bed as if to buck Steve off. Teeth dug in, Billy twisted under him, a moan pouring from his lips as he grabbed at the sheets.

Two rows of red marks lined Billy’s skin. Steve kissed the marks, gentle, as if Billy were fine china.

“Do that again,” Billy ground out, low and lust-thick.

Grinning, he spread Billy’s legs apart, biting down into the delicate skin of the inside of his thigh. He hissed and sighed, muscles stretching and shifting under Steve’s hands as he sucked a dark mark into the skin. He sucked marks that would bruise in the morning across his skin, scattering them between tiny nips of his teeth and harder love bites. Billy trembled beneath him, little gasps caught in his throat mingling with moans, until his hips were flush to the bed, a rough drag-and-grind of his cock that left smears of precome on Steve’s sheets.

“Please,” Billy whined, choking on a gasp when Steve drew the flat of his tongue over his hole, nipping gently at the skin.

Kissing the junction where Billy’s thigh met his ass, Steve sat up, hands on Billy’s hips to nudge him onto his back. He went willingly. His cock was thick and flushed red, curved against his belly and wet at the tip. Steve ran his knuckles down the length. It twitched against him and Billy bucked up again, seeking his touch.

He bit back a smile. “You never answered me.”

Biting his lip, Billy uncoiled his fingers from their clench on the sheets, smoothing the creases he’d made out with his fingers. “What was the question?” he asked.

“When you had sex with—” He swallowed, fingers petting over Billy’s thighs to keep the contact, fingers gentle on the marks he’d bruised into Billy’s skin. Spread out beneath him, wanton and needy, Billy was a masterpiece. His dick ached and the heavy coil of lust pulled tighter in the pit of his stomach. “Do you like getting fucked?”

“Kinda.”

“Kinda?” Steve pressed his palm over the head of Billy’s cock, trapping it between his skin and Billy’s belly.

“It hurt,” he choked out, heels digging into the bed, shoving his hips up. The pink flush smarting his cheeks spread down to his chest, a pretty match to the brighter red Steve had left on his thighs. “I didn’t like that part.”

He leaned down and kissed Billy, mouth soft and wanting and just as desperate. Beneath him, Billy tasted like need and felt like Heaven; he slotted their cocks together, grinding down until Billy moaned into his mouth and pulled at his hair, writhing beneath him until his legs were wrapped around Steve’s waist.

Steve’s hands slipped down, cupping Billy’s ass in his hands, fingertips dipping in to touch his hole. Billy tensed under his touch, and Steve rubbed circles against his skin until he relaxed, rocking into his touch, back arching.

Rolling them onto their sides, Billy’s legs still wrapped about his hips, cocks sliding together, Steve reached across the bed to the table, fumbling with the drawer as he kissed Billy. He nipped his lip and pulled back, head lifting to peer into the drawer as he rummaged around.

“I want you to do something for me,” he said, sticky with want.

Billy hummed and kissed his throat, trailing his lips up to his jaw.

“Pick a safe word,” he said, plucking the bottle of lube from the drawer. “If you say stop, I’ll stop. I want you to pick one anyway.”

Billy kissed his mouth and leaned back, wedging a hand between their bodies to curl his fingers around Steve’s cock, running the thumb over the head. His hips twitched. Grabbing Billy’s hand, he pinned it to the bed and gave Billy a look. Billy grinned.

“Can it be anything?”

“Anything you wouldn’t normally say in bed.”

Billy grinned. “Pearlman.”

The judge who had sent him to county jail popped into his mind, old and balding, looking like a humanized pug. Closing his eyes, Steve tried to hold back a smile. He failed. “You’re terrible.”

He nodded and rocked his hips forward, grinding their cocks together in reply.

Sucking in a breath, Steve grabbed Billy’s thigh and hitched it higher on his hip. He popped the cap of the bottle and slicked his fingers.

Billy shivered and bit his lip. “Cold,” he mumbled, raising his leg higher as Steve pressed his fingertips against his hole, nudging at the rim and rubbing in with tight circles.

“It’ll warm up,” he said, catching Billy’s lips with his own.

The first finger slid in easily. Billy moaned, made little whimpers into Steve’s mouth and pulled at his hair. He tensed on the second, hissed out a stuttered breath and an injured noise until Steve crooked his fingers, searching, rolling the pads of his fingertips against his prostate.

Billy jerked in his arms, hips canting up. His cock spat precome between them, smoothing the way when Steve rocked down, grinding.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he whined, mouthing down Steve’s jaw to his neck, nails biting into his shoulder. It stung deliciously, his nerves alight.

“Not yet.”

“Do you want me to beg?”

Steve smiled, tucking a third finger inside Billy to the first knuckle. “That might help.”

Breath hot against Steve’s ear, he slipped his leg higher on Steve’s hip. “I’ll let you fuck me bare.”

Pausing, Steve said, “That wasn’t what I meant.”

He felt Billy smile against his ear. “I’m still offering.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I want to.”

Amused, Steve twisted his fingers, pushing deep. Billy made a strangled noise. “Maybe later.”

“Now,” he groaned, hips working against his hand, cock sliding, sticky-slick at the head, between them. “Please, God, I’ll do anything, just fuck me.”

He pulled his fingers free, shoving up on an elbow to lean to the edge of the bed, reaching into the open drawer. Pulling a foil packet free from the box and tucking it between his teeth, he sat up, hands on Billy’s hips to roll him on his back, spreading his thighs and manhandling himself between them.  Billy spread himself out easily, shoving the pillow tucked awkwardly under one shoulder off the bed, knees pressed to Steve’s sides.

Steve tore the wrapper open, spitting out the plastic and rolling the condom down his cock, fingers squeezing tight around the base, starving off the need. Splayed out under him, hair a messy tangle in his face and flushed from cheeks to sternum, he looked gorgeous. Steve told him, breath catching in his throat.

His cheeks darkened to a deep red, pupils lust-blown. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Bent over Billy, mouth brushing tenderly over his, Steve pinned his hands down against the bed, fingers threaded together as he worked his cock inside him. Billy clenched and hissed, breathed stuttering moans into Steve’s mouth, hips twisting to push and pull away.

Steve kissed him, soft and careful, bottoming out, hips pressed flush to Billy’s ass and thighs pressed tight together. He felt Billy’s toes curl.

“Good?” Steve murmured, shifting his fingers between Billy’s.

He lifted his head to study Billy’s face. Lips parted, eyes wide, he breathed heavily, throat working around words that didn’t come out. Steve kissed him again, slow and deep and thorough, until he knew every inch of Billy’s mouth with his tongue and teeth and lips. When he pulled back again, Billy rocked his hips up, fingers curling around Steve’s.

“You can move,” he whispered, thick and low. “Please.”

Catching his mouth, he moved unhurriedly, hips rolling against Billy and grinding in deep until choked noises spilled from his mouth into Steve’s. Steve swallowed them down, sucking on Billy’s tongue and biting his lip. He kissed him to the time of his thrusts, deep and deliberate and measured, until Billy squirmed under him, cock leaking against his stomach when he ground down.

Billy whimpered, hands twitching and pushing up against Steve’s, heels digging into his lower back.

“Please—God—please, please, please, please,” he chanted, hands moving in Steve’s, jerking against the weight and the softness of the sheets. “Steve—I’m—please.”

Lust roiled in his belly, tight and demanding, going straight to his head. Unwinding his fingers from Billy’s, he slipped his hand down his side while Billy clutched at the sheets. His fingers circled Billy’s cock, a tight loop as he stroked him, thumb sliding around the head, nudging down the foreskin until fresh precome spilled across his skin, smoothing the way.

He fucked into him, each thrust harder than the last, a sharp slap of skin to skin contact that drove Billy further up the bed and bunched the sheets beneath them. Billy moaned until he didn’t, until he gasped and clutched at Steve’s shoulder, legs tight about his hips and clinging.

When he came, he was silent, mouth wet and open, eyes closed. His body clamped down, hot and tight and desperately clutching at Steve’s cock, wringing the want from him. He stroked Billy through his orgasm, until he trembled and twisted and shoved his hips up, caught somewhere between Steve’s hand on his cock and too much, a whine breaking from his throat and his eyes opening.

Billy bit his lip, leaving it shiny with spit when his teeth let it go. “Come in me,” he said, sucking in a sharp breath. “I want you to come in me. I—”

Steve kissed him hard enough to bruise, smearing spunk on Billy’s hip as he grabbed it, holding him down and fucking into him, sharp and hard and deep, chasing him own orgasm. Billy bit out broken noises against his mouth, wounded and shrill, nails biting into the skin of Steve’s shoulder.

Dragging his mouth down to Billy’s shoulder, he bit down as he came, hot-white pleasure sparking behind his eyes, snapping loose inside his belly. Billy made a noise in his throat, broken and animal, twisting beneath him.

It rushed in his head, a buzz of white noise, dulling everything but the points of contact between him and Billy. He kissed where he bit, an apology, lips trailing up to Billy’s mouth. He stroked over his hip, fingers as gentle as his mouth, making his way up his side and tracing the shallow lines of his ribs.

“Stay like this,” Billy said harshly, breath still sticking in his throat. Steve could feel his heart beating against his own chest. “For a while. Stay with me.”

He thought about saying no, about the condom that needed tossed and the lube that needed cleaned up. He thought about the things that needed to be done for work. He thought about Billy’s case. He thought about Billy that night, mouth laughing and eyes hollow.

“Okay,” he murmured, and kissed him again.