#agile my lean asscheek

[anidiotsmind]

if your patch notes never say anything other than “bug fixes and performance improvements” I’m going to tenderly slide a pick axe into your frontal cortex

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

orgasm denial — kinktober 2020

✦ pairing — Dick Grayson x Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 700-ish

✦ warnings — nsfw, smut, spanking, vaginal fingering, teasing, some edging.

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You played a dangerous game throughout the mission, an attempt to regain some control over Dick. He only gave you stern looks when your touch lingered on him, grounding you, seeing through you.

The frustration, so pent up that you were aroused all the time, was nothing compared to the knowledge that you wouldn’t be allowed to have release until he said so.

You had a few rules, all of them easy to follow for the most part. No intimacy during missions was the most important, you needed to be alert and focused.

To spice things up, Dick added another rule: you didn’t have permission to come. You could touch yourself as much as you liked — in fact, he encouraged you to do so, but finding release was forbidden.

By the time the mission was over, you were sexually frustrated and physically tired. Your shared apartment felt more welcoming than it usually did, a sacred place, home, somewhere you were allowed to cuddle up against Dick and maybe even convince him to let you come.

He had other plans.

He made sure you were comfortable, with your ass up and a pre-established safe word.

Your hearing was enhanced by the quiet room, allowing your ear to pick up his soft breathing. His warm fingers trailed down your sides, slowly touching your ass.

Rubbing both your asscheeks, he chuckled as you jolted up upon feeling him grope your ass. Inhaling sharply, you kept yourself from moaning — your pussy clenched, begging for something to grip.

His touch alone made you squirm, and Dick, who had made it his mission to have you desperate for him, allowed himself the pleasure to finally watch the effects of his teasing.

You had been so obedient in comparison to other times that it took everything in him not to reward you.

Humming, looking down at you as your body once again relaxed, Dick found himself smiling, eyes trailing up your form, following the curves and marks he knew like the back of his hand.

He squeezed your ass, telling you, “I wish you could see how good you look.”

Silent, anticipating, wishing that moving against him wouldn’t grant you more teasing, you stayed still.

His hands trailed up your back, gripping your waist for a moment. You whimpered, clenching your jaw — you didn’t want to give in, to surrender so soon; it was just his touch, you could take it.

At least you told yourself such a thing.

He spanked you out of the sudden, prompting you to push yourself onto his hand in reaction. Dick clicked his tongue,

“Count.”

You grunted in need before counting in a strained voice, “One.”

His hand came down again, touch heavier.

You squeezed your eyes shut, swallowing your spit. “Two.”

He spanked you, again and again, slowly increasing the hardness of the impact. You cried out, barely able to choke the numbers out.

Your skin stung, and you worried you wouldn’t be able to do your job properly for a few days. Certain that the outcome would be worth it, you tried to inhale and exhale steadily.

He carefully rubbed your skin, soothing it. You let out soft sighs, thankful for the break. Dick continued the ministrations, leaning to pepper kisses on your asscheeks.

He dragged his fingers down, brushing against your pussy. You whispered as his fingers smeared your slick.

He slipped his fingers in, spreading your lips in order to scissor you. Thighs quivering, you gripped the pillow before you as tightly as you could.

He shoved his fingers deeper within you, completely pulling them out the first few times. His fingering pace became relentless, fucking you with an agility you had missed — he had always refused to teach you how to do it without curling your fingers, urging you to ask him to finger you himself.

You clenched hard around his fingers, making you feel the pent up need starting to crash down upon you, vision blurring. Before you could cry out his name, Dick pulled his fingers out.

“Dick,” you whined, “why did you stop?”

“‘M busy.” His words were muffled by something.

Shifting, craning your neck to look at him, you felt your walls clench around nothing. He had taken his fingers into his mouth, savoring your juices as he licked his fingers clean.

He winked at you, placing his hands on your ass once again. Dick wiped his fingers against your asscheek, dipping to kiss your back.

He trailed kisses down your spine, making a stop on your ass where he playfully nibbled.

His tongue tickled your asshole on its way to your folds. Dick spoke against your wet labia, “The only way you’re coming tonight is all over my cock, baby.”

[lilacyennefer]

sass me again

Anon asked: Jax with 38. “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”. Thanks!❤

A/N: I got carried away a bit...but I hope you like it regardless! I didn't really proofread it so if there's any mistakes, please forgive me.

TW: smut, edging, really light spanking

Jax is pushing you into the house, your lips are locked with his in a heated kiss. He kicks the door closed, and pushes you further into the house, towards the bedroom. 

“You’ve been sassing me all night.” he groans after breaking the kiss.

“Oh yeah?” you ask cheekily “I haven’t noticed.” he has a 'yeah, right' expression on his face as he watches you sass him once again. 

“You gonna pay for this.” he warns you and you smile at him. 

“I can’t wait.” you tell him, Jax licks his lips and looks at you with a smirk. 

“Alright. You asked for this.” he says. He takes off his Cut and places it on the chair what’s in the bedroom. He steps closer to you, towering over you as he’s watching you intensely. He takes your chin in his hand and raises your head, so he can stare into your eyes more intensely. 

“I love you.” he says softly and you smile at him.

“I love you too.” you reply and press your lips against his. Every time before the two of you get rough, he tells you he loves you. You love this little gesture, you both need this before you go rough. Jax slips his tongue into your mouth, rolling it over yours. He pushes you closer to the bed, lips still attached to yours. 

“Take your dress off.” he tells you and you quickly take it off, tossing it somewhere. Jax looks you up and down slowly, his eyes are resting on your boobs longer. 

“You’re so breathtaking.” he whispers and you bite your bottom lip. 

“You’re not so bad either.” you reply and he just smirks.

“I want you to really listen to me right now.” Jax says more seriously now “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.” he says firmly and you feel yourself throb from his words. “Do you understand?” he asks.

“Yes.” you nod, and your voice suddenly sounds really small. Jax kisses you again, hard and sloppy, and you moan into his mouth as you feel his hand on your back, unfastening your bra. He throws it away and leans down to suck one of your nipples in his mouth, his hand is on your other boob, fingers tugging your other nipple. You moan loudly when you feel his teeth tug your sensitive nipple the same time his fingers tug your other one. 

“On the bed. Now.” he demands and you crawl on the bed, laying down. He climbs over you, towering above you and you inhale sharply. You love how big Jax is, sure, he’s not a bodybuilder, but he’s strong, tall, and muscular, and you just love that he’s bigger than you. He buries his face in your neck, licking and kissing your skin, going lower and lower, sucking, kissing, licking. He buries his face between your legs, inhaling your scent. 

“You smell so fucking good.” he moans and gently lick you through your panties. You gasp and grab the sheets, opening your legs wider. He pulls your panty aside and kisses your soaking wet folds, you moan softly again. He takes your panty off and throws it away, then he kisses your inner thighs, every little inch of your skin. He avoids the area where you need him the most, he teases you, not giving you what you need.

“Please Jax.” you moan, but he ignores you. You take your hand and put it behind his head, trying to push him closer to your throbbing core. He’s having none of this, he gives you a sharp look and says:

“If you push me again, you won’t come at all tonight.” you can’t help but feel yourself getting wetter from his words, you bite your bottom lip and nod. He stopped kissing your legs and now his lips are all over your stomach, your lower stomach, only a little bit away from your heat. You automatically push your hips up to meet with Jax’s lips, he doesn’t say anything he just gave you a sharp look. You look at him apologetically and he goes back to his mission. You don’t know how long he keeps kissing every inch of your body, except where you need him the most. You let out a sob when he finally, finally, places a kiss on your mound, opening your leg for him even wider. He takes one of his arms and puts it on your lower stomach, keeping you in your place and pulling your lips apart with his fingers at the same time, exposing you for him. You hear Jax letting out a growl, and he licks your clit so gently you feel you’re gonna go crazy. 

“Please, Jax.” you sob and he takes your clit in his mouth, sucking it hard. All the tension leaves your body as you make a sound what doesn’t sound like it's coming from a human. He keeps licking and sucking your clit, and you feel the familiar burning feeling in your lower stomach. Jax can tell that you’re close by the way how you’re gripping the sheets and how your breath quickens, your moans are louder. Before you could explode he pulls his mouth away, leaving you hanging.

“Now, darling.” ha stars “What did I tell you before we started this?” he asks you and you try to remember, but you’re so turned on your brain barely functions. He raises his eyebrows as he looks at you, waiting for your answer and then, you suddenly remember. 

“I can’t cum without your permission.” you answer weakly.

“That’s right. And I didn’t hear you asking for permission.” he says firmly and he gets up from between your legs.

“I’m sorry.” you say in your sweetest voice what you know it makes Jax weak and it makes him give you anything. He smirks at you and shakes his head.

“Not now sweetheart. This sweet voice won’t work now.” he playfully scolds you and you pout at him. Jax bites his bottom lip and you see the wheels turning in his head as he looks at you.

“Turn around.” he suddenly says. You turn around, laying flatly on the bed, you rest your weight on your upper arm. You look behind yourself and see Jax straddle your thighs, he grabs your asscheeks in his hands, massaging them and you let out a small moan the same time Jax groans loudly.

“I always loved that ass of yours.” he says as he keeps massaging your cheeks “So fucking hot.” he says and leans down to place a gentle kiss on one of your cheeks.

“I wonder how it will look if I do this.” he says and you feel a sudden pain as he slaps your cheek. It doesn’t hurt, it’s a light sting since Jax didn’t hit you hard, he’d never cause you actual pain. It’s not the first time he slaps your cheeks, he does it during sex, and sometimes he playfully smacks your ass when you pass next to him, what always earns a giggle from you. The sharp pain brings you out from your train of thoughts and you gasp at the feeling. This. This was certainly something new. He never spanked you before, and you honestly never thought about getting spanked, but damn, this is fucking hot. You feel another smack on your ass, then another on your other cheek. 

“Fuck.” Jax groans loudly “You look so fucking hot, babe.” he says and it’s your turn now to moan. He grabs your cheeks again and he gently massages them, shooting the light pain. 

“You make me so fucking hard.” Jax says and you moan. The need to feel him inside of yourself is unbearable now, and with every action and words he’s making you even wetter and wetter.

“Please Jax.” you beg, but he ignores it again. You feel him move, getting off of your leg, he leans forward and places a kiss on each cheek. 

“On your knees.” he guides you and you move in hope that he finally will fuck you and make you cum. Your exposed, warm, wet skin is facing him, and Jax grabs your cheeks and pulls them even more apart, groaning at the view. His fingers gently stroke your wetness and you can feel yourself drip down on your inner thighs. Jax groans a ‘god damn” and he effortlessly slips two fingers into you. You melt from the feeling, and you moan loudly when Jax starts fingering you, his agile fingers curling inside of you, bringing you closer and closer to your release.

“Plase, Jax, please make me cum.” you beg, but Jax doesn’t say anything. You feel yourself throb around his fingers, getting closer and closer, and you’re almost there when Jax pulls his fingers out without a warning. You sob at the loss, you hide your face in the sheets, stopping yourself from letting out a frustrated groan, knowing it would only make things worse. 

“Are you okay, love?” Jax asks and you shake your head.

“Please make me cum.” is all you say and Jax chuckles. 

“I’m not sure about that yet. I really like seeing you all wet and squirming.”

“Please Jax. I need you so badly.” you beg, trying to make him torture you less.  As much as you enjoy a little bit of teasing, you feel like you gonna die if he doesn’t make you cum soon. You feel Jax move behind you and you jump a little when he taps his rock hard cock against your swollen, sensitive clit. You sob a ‘please’  as he’s placing his tip to your throbbing opening. 

“You want this?” he asks and you nod, moaning a ‘please’ once again. “I’m not sure sweetheart. You were giving me so much shit tonight I feel like playing with you a little bit more.” he teases.

“No, please, Jax. I can’t take it anymore.” you say desperately and Jax must hear in your voice that you mean it, because he leans close to you, turning your head to see your face. His eyes worriedly skim over your face. 

“Are you okay?” he asks you sincerely and you nod.

“Yes, just please make me cum.” you answer and wiggle your ass against his naked cock. He nods and leans closer to kiss you gently and lovingly. You melt into the kiss, and when Jax pulls away he places another soft kiss on your nose.

“Alright.’ he says after getting back to his place behind you “I’m gonna fuck you now, babe. But you must remember that you can’t cum without my permission.” he warns you and you nod. He, once again, places his cock against your opening and with one hard trust, he’s inside you. You grab the sheets harder and you let out a loud ‘oh god’ as you feel the tension leaving your body slowly. 

“You feel so fucking good.” Jax groans and he grabs your hips hard as he starts fucking you. All you can do is lay there and take it, you’re so turned on your brain turned off and all you can focus on is how Jax feels inside of you, how his big, hard cock is fucking you. You feel the fire in your belly growing bigger and bigger.

“Jax, please, may I cum, oh god, please!” you whine, you’re not sure how long you can hold yourself back, or if you can handle Jax denying you again. 

“Cum for me.” he says and that’s all you need, you cum hard around his cock, walls furiously clenching around his cock. You melt from the feeling, you’re unable to move or do anything as Jax is still moving inside of you, and your walls are still throbbing around him. His movements are getting sloppier and his breathing gets heavier, it doesn’t take long until you hear him groan. He pulls himself out from you and cums on your ass, his hot cum covering your skin, marking you as his. After he made sure that every drop he could give you landed on your skin, he tiredly lays down next to you, your knees give up and lay down on the bed, moving closer to Jax until he wraps his arms around you. He places a soft kiss on your forehead.

“You know.” he starts and you just ‘hhmm’ “You can sass me anytime if we do this after every time you do.” you chuckle at his words.

“Deal.” you mutter against his skin, and he kisses your forehead once again.

[suoidea]

Please Me

Pairing: Thor x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has been stuck at work and rarely spends time with Thor.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink ... I think that’s it lol

A/N: Okay this is my first time ever writing like proper smut, so please excuse if it’s not as detailed or an incredibly vivid experience. Feedback would be so lovely for me to improve!! xx 

Word count: 1.8k

Dedicated to @lovelykhaleesiii 

Just 10 more minutes, you thought. Ten more aggravating minutes until you get to finally clock off and head straight home. The past few weeks you’ve been stuck with late evening shifts, every single day of the week.

Initially, you could tolerate it … always managing to compensate for the time lost from seeing your loved ones, particularly Thor.

However, as the weeks dragged on, so did your hours; only recently getting the opportunity to leave just 30 minutes earlier. Regardless, Thor was not at all fond of your current situation.

Your frequent absence had caused quite a whirlwind within the Avengers compound with Thor’s bitterness. He slowly became more tense, more irritated with any slight inconvenience, yet more reserved.

He longed to cradle your body close to his every night, and battled to keep his weary eyes open, though luck was not on either of your sides as you’re almost always welcomed with light snores and heavy breathing.

His emotions took a great toll on him, especially on missions. He lacked focus and became less agile, which resulted in an amass of bruising and acute injuries. Though the physical pain can never amount to his deprivation of you. Everyone at the compound had noticed this sudden change and gradually pieced it together as they barely even caught sight of the two of you, knowing it was best not to intervene.

Once your shift had ended, you did not hesitate to just drop everything, sign off, make a run for the door and immediately drove home. You didn’t even bother grabbing all of your things before you were already inside the comfort of the compound.

As you made your way up to your room, you pushed it open and noticed the shadow of Thor’s hunched figure on the corner of your bed. It warmed your heart to know of his attempts in waiting for your arrival, regardless of having his own tiresome days.    

You approached his side, relieved to see his face glisten under the moonlight that seeped through the crevice of your curtains. You knelt down and gently pushed the strands of his golden locks away from his face and tucked it behind. The warmth of your touch had awoken him from his slumber, revealing those deep blue orbs.

“I fell asleep again didn’t I?” He murmured, his tone raspy and groggy.

You chuckled lightly and nodded in response, “It’s alright, just go back to sleep… I’ll be back soon.” You pecked his forehead and headed towards your shared bathroom.

Stripped off of your dirty and over-worn uniform, you stepped inside the shower, toes flinching from the cold touch of the tiles that sent shivers down your spine. Turning on the tap, you felt your body relax as the lukewarm water trickled from your hair and down your back. Your mind fades into dullness, the steamy water calms your aching limbs.

You noticed the shower door open abruptly, revealing the tired and groggy Thor in nothing but a white singlet paired with grey sweatpants.

“Babe what are you—"

He steps inside the shower with you, the steam engulfs his broad figure as he stares down and joined you.

“It’s been way too long.” He gruntled.

Before you could think twice, Thor pins you against the wall, trapping your naked body under his broad figure.

“So beautiful … I’ve missed this sight of you.”

He roughly presses his lips onto yours, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. You felt his large hands roam around your body, feeling the need to touch every inch of you.

His luscious lips, plump and hot, travelled from your lips down to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, his firm grip on your waist pulling you closer. You wrapped your hands around his neck, feeling the sensation of his tongue dance across your neck and down your collarbone.

You moaned at his every touch, arching your back as he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down your sternum.

“You like that baby? Did you miss the feeling of me touching you huh … getting this turned on and aroused?” His hands travelled down to your ass, spanking both cheeks, his palm leaving a clear imprint. He spanks you again in the same area, your breath hitched from the stinging sensation.

You wrapped one leg around his waist in response, pulling him closer. You felt his cock getting hard through the thick layer of his sweatpants.

“Use your words Y/N.” He ordered.

“Yes baby …” Was all you could utter.

You grind your pussy against his erect cock, the friction sending electricity through your body. You pushed your body against his, further intensifying the pressure of your damp pussy on his throbbing cock.

You whimpered as Thor pulls away shortly and hastily threw his sweatpants off.

“You’re eager aren’t you babe … did you miss the feeling of my hard cock inside your tight pussy mhm?” He smirked at your response, loving how turned on you get. He strokes his cock, large and hard, as he stares at your body briefly. Taking in your curves, he watches intensely as the water cascades between your breasts, licking his lips just at the very sight of you under the water. Wet. Bare and naked.  

You nodded in response and he closed the gap between you two.

You felt Thor fondle with your tit with his tongue, flicking your nipple up and down, sending your nerves through the roof. You bucked your hips against him, feeling the heat between your thighs sharpen.

This didn’t go unnoticed, seemingly as though Thor could smell the pool of juices between your thighs, his palm forced your legs to spread wide enough to gain full access to your damp pussy.

He slips in two fingers inside you, earning a gasp in response, as he didn’t give you any time to adjust and pumped them at a swift pace. You held onto his shoulders for support, feeling every muscle contract as he quickened his pace; hearing nothing but the sweet sounds of your moans and his palm slapping against the folds of your pussy.

“Thor … baby, deeper” You moaned breathlessly.

He growls at your fervour, loving the sight of you getting undone simply from his bare hands.

He added another finger in you, curling them inside. Your head falls back as you feel a knot forming in your stomach.

“Mhmm baby, you taste so sweet.” Thor pulls his fingers out and cleans it out with one lick.

“Let’s take this back to the bed, shall we” He rumbled, turning off the shower tap. With one arm wrapped around your waist, he hoists you up carrying you towards your bed, his lips never leaving yours.

“Now I want your juices all over my cock,” Thor snickered, as he flips you over.

“On your knees baby and spread them cheeks” He growls.

You obliged and moved onto your hands and knees, pushing your upper body down. Thor placed the head of his engorged cock at the entrance of your wet pussy, with his other hand having a solid grasp on your side.

Your eyes widen as Thor slowly pulled you back along the whole length of his erection.

“Baby you’re so tight, did you miss daddy stretching you out … make you feel this good?” He questioned, the vibration of his husky voice making your pussy tingle even more.

Your mouth gaped wide open, as Thor filled and stretched your pussy walls.

“O my fucking god- YESS!!”

He speeds up his pace, working his cock in and out of your heat. Thor cupped your asscheeks, the feeling of them slapping against his balls sent him on fire.

“Thor … please, faster …” You whimpered, yearning for him to fuck you good.

“You feel so good, Y/N,” He said, “I can feel your juices drip down my cock … I forgot just how well your pussy takes me in.” You moaned at his words, hearing him talk dirty aroused you even more.

“Oh god,” You screamed, “Yes do it to me. Fuck me Thor … just like that.” Your mind goes blank, filled with only the sweet sensation of his cock being rammed inside you.

He flips you two over so that he now laid on his back, positioning you on top. You grind your hips forward, taking his full length deep inside as you could get. You continued to grind on him, leaning forward to sloppily kiss him as you gradually reached your peak. Thor plunged harder and faster into your cunt, sweat dripping down his forehead from the intense and rapid fucking.

“Fucking hell, I missed feeling you inside me— o my god.” Your moans filled the room, along with the sounds of his cock slapping against the folds of your cunt.

“Lean back baby.” Thor pushes you slightly giving him full display of your pussy.

Thor stroked your clit, feeling your body twitch at the added pressure. He continued to slam his cock inside of you, overlapped with his grunts feeling the full force of his thrusts.

He could the muscles in your cunt begin to tighten and quiver around his enlarged member; your body beginning to shake. Thor knew your orgasm was building up.

“Ugh don’t cum just yet.”

Thor increased the speed of his thrusts, gripping your hips as he deepened his length inside you. A wave of curses bounced off the walls, screaming Thor’s name in muffled moans.

“Thor … baby please don’t stop.” You were left breathless.

“Yes … beg for it … beg for my cock to fuck you even harder and deeper … beg!”

“Please … please fuck me harder.”

“Please what?”

“Please daddy!” You whimpered, moaning again as Thor continued to bury himself inside of you.

“That’s more like it” Thor lets another loud, low, animalistic moan at the feeling of your cunt clench around his.

“Thor I’m gonna cum”

“Not until I say so!”

Thor’s thrusts became sloppy still hitting your g spot. He pulls you down to his heaving chest, wrapping both of his arms tightly around you to keep you in place.

“Cum with me baby!” Veins popping and muscles tense, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, as you reached the peak of your orgasm, followed with the spurt of Thor’s cum fill your inside, screaming in ecstasy.

Your body went limp and melted into the bed. Thor collapsed on top of you, feeling the warmth emitting from your sweaty bodies.

Momentarily, he rolled off beside you. You were both panting, chest heaving, almost as though you had run a bloody marathon.

“Maybe I should be gone more often if I get to be fucked like that!” You smirked as you rolled over your side facing Thor. His hair drenched and sprawled across his face; you move a few strands.

“No, never again. It’s been torturous!”

You chuckled in response, Thor pulling closer to him. You rested your head on his chest, taking in this blissful intimacy post-sex.

“You up for round two?” He grinned down at you.

“I could never say no!”

[rhabakoli]

One Last Rocky Night

smut, smut, smut all the way. you are warned. 

also, did read over it, but it’s late and I wanted to be done with this. It kept getting longer and longer, this fucker. so sorry for any mistakes

@dreamwritesimagines @tofadavidson 

Billy was loosening his tie and opened the first buttons of his dress shirt as he walked into his office, feeling slightly stressed and too big for his skin. All he wanted was some hard alcohol and a little peace and quiet. “Well, don't you look like a real sunshine today.” Female voice, familiar, no thread. He looked up, saw his best friend sitting on the couch, feet tucked under her bum and a tablet in her hands. Her pumps were on the floor, her blazer was thrown over the armrest closer to him.  “And you look awfully cozy there.” She locked the tablet, placed it on her thigh - where her skirt was riding up. Billy tried not to look too long, to get his thoughts off of… that.

He swallowed and took a deep breath, strode over to his mini bar and got himself a glass.

“Want some?” He held the bottle out to her, letting her read the label.

Skittles shook her head, and raised her own glass at him, from where it was placed on the little table next to the couch. “I'm good.” “Suit yourself.” With a groan, he sat at his desk, stretching his legs and breathing deep with his eyes closed and head back against the chair. “Hard day?” Billy just nodded. The hardest. Sometimes he wished he’d not have to jump in on the politics of running a company and wooing customers and investors. Sure, Afghanistan was dirty, but there were clear rules. You obey, you listen, you behave and you survive. Here, it’s eat or be eaten, which wasn’t even what he was bothered by. It bothered him that so called ‘allies’ could turn their back on you any second. “Wanna talk about it? Mull it over?” Her voice was much closer now. He opened an eye and saw her perching on his desk, legs crossed - and that goddamn skirt riding up again. Skittles saw him staring and smirked. “See something you like?” “Very.” He rolled his chair over, placing his hands on her knees and making place for himself between them. She looked down at him, smirk fast in place, her hair tumbling down over her shoulders, her blouse stretching over her breasts. She felt his hands wander up her thighs, slip under her skirt and up, up, up, till he could squeeze her bum. It was a rather tight fit, but he didn’t particularly care. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Billy was still strung high, tense all over, he needed an outlet and - he had such a sweet, darling option right here. He’d make it worth her while. Continuing the squeezing of her asscheeks - loved how they felt in his hands - he pressed kisses to the insides of her knees, then nipped at them. She pushed a hand against his head, scolding him. “Stop that, that’s my last pair of stockings.” He just hummed, his hands letting go of her bum. “I will push up that fucking skirt you’ve got there, until you’re bare for me to see.” She didn’t say anything, she just listened. “Then I will eat you out, until you’re dripping right to the floor.” He got up, a hand at her back to pressed her against his chest, one at the base of her throat, as he leaned in, lips against her ear. “And then, after you cum on my tongue, I will push you down on this table, bend you over, and fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for days. I will make you cum until you can’t remember anything, but this. I will be the only one in your conscious, I will ruin you for anyone else.” He heard her swallow, felt her pulse quicken under his thumb. “You can’t deny it, darling. Your body betrays you.” Skittles felt like she was made of puddy. His hands on her, his voice in her ear, so close, so raspy and rough. She laid a hand onto his chest, pushing him back far enough to be able to see his face. “When did you hear me say I don’t want to?” Then she pulled him in, kissed him, wrapped her arms around him. He was eagerly reciprocating, pressing closer, demanding more and more. His hands slipped up her legs once more, this time taking the skirt with them. It bunched around her hips, giving him free access to her upper thighs, her panties - have mercy. He felt all his blood rush south, knowing she ran around all day wearing this underneath her clothes. Her garterbelt and panties were black lace, completely see through, hiding nothing, absolutely nothing, when she spread her legs in an invite. She could hear him groan, felt his fingertips trace the waistband of her undies, over the belts straps. His dark eyes were following the path his fingers trailed, a dark twinkle in them when he let the straps snap against her skin. “You’re gorgeous. And sexy.” He kissed her softly, whispering against her skin. She hooked her fingers into his belt loops, making sure he’d have nowhere to go. “Says the man who has me dripping wet with just a couple words.” She was only barely joking. She definitely felt bad for his desk, and hoped there wouldn't be any stains. Or, maybe… maybe some stains to remember this wouldn’t be so bad. Billy continued declothing her, right there on his table, in plain sight for anyone to see, but only for him to have, to touch. Heat started building in his gut, and he knew he had to do something, otherwise he’d explode.   Her blouse fell open in no time - she was surprised he didn’t simply rip it open - and he was covering every inch of her body in kisses, soft touches, little pinches. “Have you been planning this?” “No.”, she answered breathless. He was paying a lot of attention and affection to her chest, her nipples in particular. The cups of her lace bra were caught under his fingers, making way for his tongue and teeth. When he was satisfied with the peaked state of them, he pulled back, sat in his chair and leaned back, legs spread. He opened his belt, his pants, but didn’t take his eyes off her. His sinister smile made her almost whimper, her brain already delivering one fantasy after another. She watched his hand, as it pulled the shirt from his pants, and then slipped into his briefs. Her mouth went dry almost instantly, watching Billy giving himself a good few tugs. “Billy-” “Shh.” He came back to her, rolling over, he pressed his lips against hers, tongue sliding into her mouth, and all she could do was hold on for dear life. “Lie back.” She decided she’d obey, just this once. If he made his plan reality, she’d probably also need to find something to hold on to. “Attagirl.” He laughed, as his best friend raised her head to glare at him. “Can we please leave Frank out of this?” “Sure thing.” Distracted as she was, Billy managed to position himself right between her legs, her feet up on his thighs, presenting to him where he wanted to be most right now. But first, dinner. He released the garters with agile fingers, pulled down the lace pants and folded them, before stuffing them into his pocket. Skittles raised a foot to poke him in the ribs, calling him a proper pervert, and how she was not surprised at all. She’d probably gone on, but Billy’s tongue on her clit shut her up. Bright sparks of Electricity shot through her body, making her hips spasm. Billy hummed, the vibrations teasing her, making her gasp, the first moans spilling over her lips. This wasn’t even close to his last dream. This was a hundred times better. She tasted richer, her smell was more distinct. He licked into her, flicked her clit, his arms around her legs, keeping her still and in position. The noises she made were music to his ears, and he did everything to chase after them, get them to be louder, more frequent. Skittles was fighting against his harsh grip, sure he’d leave marks. She tried to roll her hips, ride his face as good as she could, but he held her, unable to get in a proper move. She groaned in frustration, which turned into a high pitched moan quite immediately, as he swiped his tongue over her entrance and up to her clit. And suddenly, her first orgasm today ripped through her, causing the breath to catch in her throat, her muscles spasming. “That’s how it’s done.” She could feel her juices slowly dripping out, making her shiver. If he fulfilled that promise, he won’t turn back on the other. Billy licked his lips, wiped his ching and stood up, leaning over Skittles, who lay on his desk like a broken doll. “I wonder, when was the last time a man had you this satisfied?” A finger traced circles around one sensitive nipple, then stroking over it in quick motions, then he pressed a kiss on it. “When was the last time, you were unable to breathe, because you came so hard?” He dragged his nose along her cheekbone, his body almost resting on hers, but not quite. It was definitely enough to make her feel his warmth, his weight, enough to make her feel safe. “When was the last time, you did not have to fake it?” “Last time I did it with Carter.” Skittles knew, he’d react rather explosive. And react he did. He bit her jaw, growled deep in his chest, and hissed: “I’d rather not have you take this name into your mouth, darling.” Billy’s face was furious, concentrated, determined, as he pulled her up and off the table, turned her around and pressed her back to his chest, one Hand at her throat, one stroking down her stomach. “I will have to do something against that, no? Make you forget his name. Make you forget he ever touched you.”   His hand tightened around her neck. “I will make sure, the only man you remember will be me, love.” With that, he let go of her, pushed her toward the desk instead. “On your belly, legs spread.” Skittles looked over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him. He raised one back, tilting his head. “What, you don’t want to?” His right found her ass again, squeezing, his fingertips dipping into the shadows and gathering up stickiness. “I can also make you bend over, if you’d prefer.” That made her move. She raised her arms, stretched, arched her back, spread her legs. And then she bent over, slowly, provocatively shaking her butt, and stretched over the table, her hands wrapping around the corner, holding on. She could hear him take a deep breath, suppressing a groan, as he took her form in. He rubbed over the garter, left to right, left again. “This garter is a thing of beauty. I’ll never get a good night’s sleep, knowing you wear this underneath your clothes.” She could hear the rustle of his clothes, the belt buckle clattering, and then he was there. His hands were roaming over her back, her hips, her sides. He let the garter belt snap back against her skin, chuckling when she flinched. Again, he restricted her movements, holding her against the table, probably leaving more bruises. “You want me?” He took his dick in hand, rubbed the tip through her folds, gathering wetness, teasing her. “You want me to fuck you?” “If you don’t move, right this second, I am gonna leave and fihow hend me someone else.” She didn’t have to see his face, to know this was the moment he lost grip on his possessiveness. She felt it in the way his presence behind her grew heavier, darker. She felt it in the way his fingers burrowed into her hips. He pushed in, laid along her, tangled a hand in her hair and pulled, angling her head so he could hiss into her ear. “The only man you’ll ever want, after I am done with you, is me.” He pulled out, pushed back in, making her hips hit the desk. “I am the only one, who can make you feel this good.” Again, faster. “I am the only one, who knows you well enough, to give you what you want, without having to ask.” His hips were undulating, pistoning in and out, his dick hitting all the best spots. Skittles couldn’t hold anything back. Her moans were filling the room, mingling with Billys grunts and praises, their skin meeting, the wetness Skittles oozes. Just when she thought she’d come, he pulled out, leaving her aching and empty. “Feet together.” She took a second to react. When she complied, he bracketed her legs with his thighs, fucked up into her and let out a long, deep groan. It felt too good to be true. She was slick, the new position provided more friction to the both of them, and he was so close to dying. His forehead met her back, and he just rested there for some seconds. “Darling. You are divine. This is heaven. I am dead, and the devil doesn’t know yet.” “You’re rambling.” Her voice sounded strained, while his was raspy. “Yeah. Sorry.” He kissed her back, moved his hips, slowly, so very deep. Her whole body was tingling, tensing. She tried to move, to fuck back. All she could do, was take what he gave her. Billy was rambling again, praises and curses, his movements were growing faster again. The slide of his dick inside her, hitting her damn spots -  she almost felt the need to scream. From there it wasn’t long, until both of them reached their highs. Billy froze, when Skittles gripped him tight, and spilled right over. In the back of his mind, he recognized it for what it was. He’d marked her. He’d filled her up, she’d be dripping his seed when she walked out of here. He grinned, looking like a slight maniac, but she couldn’t see, so it was fine. Skittles was still sensitive, when he gathered his wits. He stroked over her hair, over her back, kissed down her spine. “You are so good, darling. I think you were born for me to have, as I am for you:” “Are you always this sappy after an orgasm?” “No. Just when I’m with you.” “In me, you mean.” He chuckled, circled his hips a bit. “Indeed. And I don’t actually plan on leaving anytime soon.” She reached back, tapped his arm. “You have to let me get up, Billy.” He let her, pulled out of her after all and watched his cum dribbling out. He stopped some of it, pushed it back in her, making her hiss and slap at him. “Stop that.”

15 minutes later, they were both dressed again, even though Skittles had to fight Billy for her panties. “You want to get some dinner?” “I can’t.” She picked up her tabled, shoved it into her purse and then fussed over her hair in the glassdoor, before giving up and pulling it back into a high ponytail. “I have to get back to Carter, and take a shower before that.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then went out the door. Meanwhile, Billy’s brain replayed that sentence over and over. Oh.

Fuck.

Not a dream, then.