patioengine76

[taxi-boi]

GUYS I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANY

APLATONIC LUCIFER

[mrsbarnesblog]

bathroom break

masterlist ko-fi ao3

requests are open

summary: when at the party you hear some girls talking about your boyfriend, you decide to show them who he belongs to

word count: 1.5k

warnings: established relationship, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, marking

“Get up.” The laughter around the guys’ circle died as you stepped into their space, only interested in your boyfriend’s attention. 

“What?” Rafe looked up at your pouty face, arching a brow. “You wanna go home, baby?” His arm wrapped around the back of your thighs, bringing you closer to him. 

“No. I just need to do something. It won’t take too long.” Everyone in the group looked at each other with knowing smirks and Rafe’s face lit up. You didn’t even bat an eye at the murmurs and snickers from his friends—you simply didn’t care if they knew. Rafe allowed you to take his hand in yours and tug you in some random direction through the random people that flooded the house. 

“Now what are you doing, baby, hm?” He asked as soon as the door of the bathroom behind you closed and you quickly locked it. 

“These bitches were talking about fucking you right in front of me; can you imagine? Especially the one who gave me dirty looks the whole time, 'cause she knows that we're together. I asked them to shut the fuck up but they didn’t listen, so I guess I have to mark my territory.” You shamelessly grabbed the buckle of Rafe’s belt, dragging him closer to you. You jumped up on the sink, allowing him to stand in between your legs as you quickly undone his jeans. 

“Mark your territory? Am I your territory now?” He teased, placing his own hands on your thighs, squeezing the plush skin and allowing you to do what you needed to. Watching your angry and pissed-off expression with a sly smirk, Rafe tugged on your skirt until it fully exposed the dump material of your panties.

“Yeah, you are, Cameron. Your heart, your body and your dick are mine, you got it? Just fuck me and make them bitches jealous.” 

“You sound so hot, for fuck’s sake.” 

You finally handled his clothes, pushing both layers down his legs and allowing his already hard cock spring free. Your hand wrapped around the base, giving it a few pups, and the other slid under the t-shirt, scratching his toned abs.

“Baby…” Rafe groaned, his head fell forward, nestling in the crook of your neck and his grip on your legs became tighter. His hips started pushing forward, looking for more. “Need to be inside or I’m gonna cum all over your hand.”

Burying your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck, you yanked his head away from you until you were able to connect your lips. Rafe quickly pulled himself together, as usual, dominating over you. The kiss was pure lust, with your tongues dancing around each other in a desperate attempt to get more.  

Your legs wrapped around Rafe’s hips, pushing him closer to your body. The only barrier that separated his cock from your greedy cunt were your painties. Rafe rubbed his big finger over the wet material, moaning in your mouth at the feeling. Then, he simply pushed the fabric to the side before putting his leaking tip at your entrance and sliding in. 

“Fuck me, Rafe.” You moaned. Your eyes rolled back with your mouth hanging open at the feeling of him bottoming out deep inside of you. Even with your slightly blurry gaze, you saw your tinted lipgloss smudged all over Rafe’s face, which he didn’t seem to care to wipe. 

As his cock started sliding in and out of your pussy, making your ass slide on the slick counter, you gripped the back of his neck to bring his body closer and put your lips on his skin. 

When you said that you wanted to mark him, you meant it quite literally. 

Biting and sucking on the tender skin of Rafe’s neck while he was basically splitting you in half made you even hornier. He slightly tilted his head to the side so you could have better access to him, and he held your legs in place around his body while brutally fucking you into the counter. 

The sound of slapping and both of your moans echoed in the small room. It smelled like sex, you felt a wet mess under your ass, but it was the least of your concerns. 

You pulled away, admiring your work. Dark red hickeys covered the side of Rafe’s neck, but the look in his eyes was what truly made you go dumb. His lustful eyes were focused on your plump and wet lips. He mirrored the way your mouth was slightly opened, breathing heavily and not even trying to cover the groans. 

“You like it? You like it when everyone knows that I’m fuckin’ you here? I bet they can hear it too.” He rasped, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling your face closer. Your pussy spasmed around his thick cock, making it harder for him to push in. 

“Mh– Rafe!” You squeaked, not even knowing what you wanted to actually say. Your brain was not working at that moment. It was just Rafe, Rafe, Rafe and the overwhelming feeling of him everywhere. 

“You shouldn’t be jealous of other girls talking about fucking me, because the only girl my dick is happy to see is you.” To prove his point, he pushed even harder into you, his pelvis meeting your clit with every movement, making your lips part in a silent moan. “But I ain’t complaining if I have to prove it to you by fucking you dumb, baby.”

“Don’t stop, j-just don’t stop.” As your orgasm began to crush over you, you trembled, gripping his shoulders and digging your nails into the material of his shirt.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Squeeze your pussy like that and I’m gonna mark you too.” With a hand around your throat and the tip of Rafe’s cock hitting your cervix, you cried out loud as your orgasm washed over you. Rafe’s thrusts, now more limited by your legs tightly locked around his waist, started getting more sloppy until you felt a sudden wave of warmth flooding you. He held himself deep, making sure to give you everything that he had, as his abdominal muscles flexed. You both moaned at the feeling of him cumming inside, looking down to the place where you two were connected to see his cock still slowly pushing into you, now glistering with your mixed cum. 

“We should do this more.” Rafe’s head fell on your shoulder and he breathed in your scent. “I mean, more of you getting jealous and trying to claim me, y’know?” He kissed your jaw, then moved away and pulled out of you. The smirk on his face when he saw his seed leaking out of your pussy made you clench around nothing and whine at the empty feeling. “If I have to walk with your hickeys, then you’ll get your cute panties full of my cum, got it?” He moved your underwear back to it’s place and dragged you to the floor. 

“Oh– Wow.” You laughed, looking up at your boyfriend and gripping his forearm when your legs didn’t seem to work properly. It felt all jelly and numb, but Rafe just smirked again, leaning closer to you and kissing you deeply. 

Ten more minutes later, which you mostly spent on making out and debating to fuck again, you went back to Rafe’s friends’ circle, and the loud whistles were the first thing that you heard. The dark hickeys, your swollen lips and your not-so-neatly-looking dress were speaking for themselves, not to mention the cockiest look on Rafe’s face.

He sat back at his previous place, but instead of letting you join your girlfriends, he pulled your hand until you were sitting sideways on his lap. He now looked unbothered by all of the looks by other people, as his hands found their place on your hips and his attention was solemnly focused on your happy and glowing face. No one dared to say a word to you or actually comment on you sneaking out for a quickie, already learning the hard way that Rafe wouldn’t hesitate to punch someone in the face for it. 

You pecked Rafe’s lips, resting your head on his shoulder and enjoying the warmth of his big body. Then the girl who talked about Rafe all night caught your attention. The look of annoyance and anger on her face as she started complaining about something to her friends made you actually feel proud of yourself. When you, smirking, mouthed “mine” back to her, she puffed her lips, turning away and not looking in your direction for the rest of the night. 

[dollfacefantasy]

Room for One More

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader x chris redfield

summary: months ago, chris let his apprentice slip through his fingers when she transferred to the d.s.o. to work with leon kennedy. now the three of them have been sent on a mission together and are forced to share a hotel room.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, threesome, p in v, oral sex (f and m recieving), face-sitting, exhibitionism, age gap (early 20s, late 30s), jealousy, light angst

word count: 9.2k

a/n: had this in my drafts since february let's go. hope you guys like it <3

You and Leon were so fucking annoying.

Irritating, aggravating, infuriating pains in his ass. That’s all Chris could think while speeding down the road, his knuckles white from their tight grip on the steering wheel. The three of you were all supposed to be professionals for god’s sake. He shouldn’t have to deal with the two of you acting no better than a couple of horny teenagers during a fucking mission.

It was constant. The giggling and gasping, soft whines of “Leon stoppppp.” And he could hear Leon’s stupid fucking smirk when he chuckled and kept doing whatever was causing you to squirm around with him in the back seat. If he had to sit through much more of this, he was pretty sure he’d end up plowing the car into a nearby tree and putting himself out of his misery.

Chris glanced in the rearview mirror. Darkness engulfed the car right now, making it hard to clearly see what his ‘partners’ were up to. All he could really make out was that Leon’s head had been in the crook of your neck but was now tilted upwards to capture you in a kiss. The only thing keeping him sane was the miniscule light in the distance. The small reminder that he wouldn’t be stuck in the car with the sounds of saliva swapping forever. He lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head, trying to will himself to just tune the aggravation out. But as the minutes pass by, each wet smack of lips grates on his nerves more and more.

“Can you two cut it out back there? I’m trying to focus,” he says. His harsh stare remains on the road ahead.

He hears your bodies briefly untangling as his words pierce the bubble you had created for yourselves. Leon is the first to respond.

“Our mistake, Redfield. Didn’t know it was such a challenge to go twenty-five miles an hour on an empty road,” he remarks. Again, Chris’s blood boils as he senses that self-satisfied expression taking over the other man’s features.

Your light slap to Leon’s bicep sounds through the car’s interior. “Sorry, Chris. We’ll keep it down,” you apologize.

In contrast to your boyfriend, your tone rings genuine. You sounded almost a little embarrassed by Chris calling out your antics. Your soft voice drifting to his ears actually softens him a tad. He knew the expression you wore now too. How your eyes were fixed on the DSO agent, giving him the glare you used when you wanted to seem firm. In reality, it came off as cute, like an angry kitten. And now Leon got to be the one to grin at you and shake his head, amused by your sweet face. He got to be in the position Chris let slip through his fingers months ago.

***

You’d been his first. Started out at the BSAA as his rookie. Your first day you’d been so bright-eyed, hopeful and ready to start out your career and face the world. He’d been reluctant to take on a trainee at first. It’s a lot of work with a 50/50 shot at reward, but the second he laid eyes on you, he knew the luck of the draw had worked in his favor.

You were the ideal apprentice. A great listener, eager to learn everything you could, and accepting of commands. Every day with you was a breeze. And besides the parts of you suited for your job, you were just generally pleasant to be around. He could joke with you, talk to you about damn near any subject. You were a great partner in the field too. At first, he’d been worried. A cute little thing like you taking on bioterrorists? He struggled to believe that would work out. As soon as he saw you in action though, you left no doubt that he’d been wrong. He became more taken with you upon seeing you act so capable. He realized that he felt a connection with you that he’d been lacking for so much of his life.

Unfortunately for him, he had these pesky things called ‘morals’ that prevented him from pursuing you. Every time he legitimately considered flirting or asking you out, the guilt gnawed at him, filling his mind with words of shame rather than anything that could charm you. No matter how he thought about it, he just couldn’t work out any way it would be right. Not only were you his subordinate, his rookie, you were nearly twenty years his junior too. You shouldn’t be wasting the prime of your life with some old man, so he cut off any hope of being more than a mentor to you.

About a year after he’d taken you on, the two of you were sent on that mission in Texas. It was simple, standard, routine. You and Chris were simply there to assist local police with the aftermath of a bioterror attack. Both of you were in the transport vehicle on the way to the site, and this was a rare occasion where he was pretty calm. He wasn’t tense or anxious, didn’t have any other motive than getting in and getting out. He was just enjoying the ride and watching your pretty face soak up the sunlight beaming through the window.

What he hadn’t been briefed on was the DSO’s involvement in the case. More specifically, a certain DSO agent’s presence. Apparently he’d been in the area on unrelated business and had been ordered to stop by in case your team needed assistance.

The two of you got out of the car and wandered through the remnants of the event. At first, Chris was happy to see him. It’d been a while, and he seemed to be in a better place than the last time they’d met. You seemed happy to see him too despite the fact that you’d never met before. Right then, Chris should’ve known it was over.

“Who’s that?” you asked with more interest than he felt was appropriate, leaning closer his muscular frame to keep your tone hushed.

He glanced down at you and raised his eyebrows, initially amused with the way you almost seemed in awe.

“Leon Kennedy. He’s with the DSO. Probably just here for some backup,” he informed you.

You nodded, and as you padded along behind Chris, your eyes remained locked on the agent in front of you. If he hadn’t been wrapped around your finger, it would have been obvious to him that you were developing a little crush. You became so bashful around Leon. Smiling up at him, batting your eyelashes like a cartoon character, following him around the scene like a puppy.

At the time, Chris thought that you were simply intrigued by the prestige of the DSO. Looking back, he couldn’t believe how clueless he’d been.

It was only six weeks later that you came to his office to notify him you were transferring agencies.

“What do you mean transferring? I’ve been training you to work here. I need you here,” Chris said.

Your eyes had cast down. Your body appeared to shrink in on itself. “I know. The BSAA is important and all, and I’ll always be grateful for what I learned here. It’s just that Leon said…”

And those last two words were all Chris heard.

“Leon said? What’s he know? He met you one time. He’s gonna try and tell you that you’re a better fit for the DSO?” he asked, probably coming off more interrogating than concerned, “You’re perfect for what we do here. The Agency hasn’t had someone with your propensity for research and field work in years.”

All his reasons paled in comparison to the hearts you had in your eyes for Leon. Chris ended the day by signing off on your transfer and watching you pack up your desk. You gave him a hug and tearful words of goodbye before walking out the translucent doors of the BSAA building.

The next time he saw you was another two months after that. He had to bring some files over to the DSO building. The only thing he was looking forward to about it was seeing how his rookie was adapting to her new position. He wasn’t prepared for the sharp pain in his chest when he saw your new position was on Leon’s lap.

Your eyes had gone wide. You shot up off the other man’s thighs to try and act as if you two were merely two agents and nothing more. Chris wasn’t fooled, but he kept his composure even in the face of Leon’s obvious amusement. He had no real place to get mad at you. It’s not like you were throwing your career away; you still held a respectable position at a federal government agency. You hadn’t betrayed him either. The relationship between you and him had actually just been professional. He had no claim on you that could keep Leon away. The only thing Chris had to be angry about was the fact that you were going to spend the prime of your life with some guy over a decade older than you. It just wasn’t gonna be him.

***

The collection of lights down the road were getting closer now. You and Leon had settled down enough to make the last fifteen minutes of this trip bearable. Chris glances around the small, misty town the road was leading into. It was pretty desolate and old-fashioned. Everything was tinted orange from the dated street lamps lining the road. Buildings were mostly bricks except for the upcoming motel which looked primarily wooden. It would’ve been eerie if he wasn’t so exhausted.

He pulled into the parking lot of the place and stopped the car. Turning around in his seat to talk to you and Leon, he tries not to roll his eyes at how the younger man has you tucked to his side while you show him something on your phone.

Chris clears his throat. Leon’s eyes meet his, still smug from the earlier exchange. He can’t be mad though because you look up at him in earnest, ready to do what needs to be done.

“The target isn’t going to be passing through until tomorrow. How would the two of you feel about staying here for the night?” he asks.

Fortunately, you and Leon seem to want to rest for a while just as much as he does so there’s no pushback.

Chris steps out of the car into the brisk air. He heads across the way into the small lobby of the motel to grab a room. You and your boyfriend handle getting the small bags you were allowed to take on missions out of the car.

“Cold out here, baby,” Leon mumbles as he pulls you flush against his chest and plants some kisses down your neck.

“Mhm. And you’re making me shiver more,” you say as you still try to collect the bags.

He chuckles at your little joke and nips at the warm flesh of your throat. “Once we get in the room, I think I’ll be able to heat you up,” he says.

You giggle and squirm a bit in his hold as Chris comes back to the car. He’s stone faced, but for once on this trip, it isn’t due to you and Leon.

“They only have one room available,” he says flatly and holds up the small golden key.

Your face drops and Leon lets go of you.

“What do you mean they only have one room?” he asks, “Look at this place. It doesn’t even look like anyone’s even accidentally wandered through here in this century. How could they only have one room?”

“They said the others are closed for renovation,” Chris relays.

“Renovation for what? For the ghosts of people who stayed here the last time this place was actually full?” Leon continues.

“I don’t know, man. You wanna go in there and argue with the lady at the desk? She’s half deaf and in a great mood, I’m sure she’ll be open to hearing your concerns,” the older man says sarcastically, beginning to grow frustrated.

Their bickering continues as you glance around at your surroundings. It was cold, it was dark, and it really was starting to creep you out how empty this place was.

You carefully take Leon’s hand and give it a little tug.

“I’m really tired. Can we just deal with it for the night?” you ask him hopefully.

He looks over at you, the petty complaints seeping from his body when he hears your soft voice requesting something so simple.

He sighs and nods. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he says and kisses your forehead.

Chris is grateful for your intervention and scoops up the bags so you aren’t bothered with them. The three of you walk in line to your room.

The door creaks as your ex-mentor pushes it open. It’s pitch black inside until Leon reaches over and taps the light switch. Your eyes scan the small room. It wasn’t a horrible set up. The furniture was a little vintage to put it nicely, but it didn’t feel haunted. Two double beds sat against one wall while a ratty leather chair occupied the opposite corner. Besides that there was a dresser, an old tv that was shaped like a cube, and a small counter with a microwave and mini-fridge. Leon looks around with the same disinterest displayed on your face.

“Hey, at least there isn’t only one bed,” he jokes and slaps Chris’s shoulder.

The older man rolls his eyes and tosses his duffel onto the mattress closest to the door. You and your boyfriend follow suit. You tuck your bag neatly against the side of the dresser while he drops it on the floor next to the farther bed.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Chris tells the both of you as he fishes some fresh clothes and toiletries out of his bag.

He gets two unconcerned nods in response, and that’s enough for him to head to the bathroom. As he’s shutting the door, he can already hear your giggling starting up again along with the creak of the mattress, presumably from Leon pulling you down onto it.

Turning on the water, he sighs deeply. The faucet was as old as everything else in the room. It whooshed and groaned before starting up and letting out some water. The stream was hot and even, so he guessed he couldn't complain too much. He sheds his clothes and steps in the shower that was too small for him. The confined area didn’t act as much as a reprieve for him. His head is about three or four inches too tall for where the showerhead was angled. The slick curtain clings to the part of his bicep that stuck out against it.

It felt like a physical manifestation of how the next twelve hours would feel.

Being in the room next to you and Leon would’ve been bad enough. He’d have to hear you two going at it for hours like there was no tomorrow, but at least he’d be alone. He wouldn’t have to repress his grimaces or hide his wistful exhales. No one would have to know how shameful he looked when he felt himself getting hard over the way you whined and mewled for the other agent.

Now you two wouldn’t be going at it, but he’d have to be in the room clouded by both of your desires to do it. He’d have to watch the lingering looks and hear the little hitches in your breaths. He’d see whatever cute little pajamas wore and the way you curled up to Leon beneath the covers. He’d witness how peaceful your face looked while you slept in another man’s arms.

He’d honestly just prefer to be forced to listen to the sounds of your headboard banging against the wall all night.

But he pushes those thoughts away to finish up washing himself. His large hands guide the shampoo out of his hair and glide the washcloth over his muscular form. The steam starting to rise helps to calm him a little.

He isn’t in there for much longer before he shuts the water off and steps out of the shower to dry off. He wraps a towel around his waist, letting the cloth hang on hips just below his happy trail and v-line. His reflection gazes back at him through the fog on the mirror as he rubs a towel over his head and dries his hair.

In an effort to be considerate, he dresses in the bathroom. Gray sweats cover his lower half while a loose t-shirt adorns his chest. He makes sure everything in the bathroom is back in place before heading back out there, hopefully to just get some sleep and not be bothered by his temporary roommates.

That isn’t meant to be though. As soon as he steps back into the main portion of the room, he’s greeted by the sight of Leon’s hand down your shorts and your lips locked together in a flurry of kisses. He’s frozen in place for a moment, watching how Leon’s knuckles move underneath the fabric between your legs. Though a moment later, he remembers how he should be reacting.

“Come the fuck on,” he says and brings his hand to his face in frustration.

Your eyes widen, and your head snaps up. Leon lazily glances in his direction. Chris looks back at the pair of you, thinking you’d had enough time to readjust. What really enrages him now is that Leon’s hand was still where it was. You have to grab his wrist and pull it away.

“I’m so sorry, Chris,” you apologize without another thought, “We got distracted and didn’t hear the water shut off. I’m so-”

He doesn’t even look at you though. He’s locked in a stare with the other man in the room.

“Grow the fuck up, Leon,” he says, his tone deadly serious, “I’ve had enough of this shit. You’re acting like a fucking high schooler. Like a dog with a bone.”

You go silent and look down with guilt. He would’ve felt bad if he wasn’t so fed up. To make matters worse, Leon merely rolls his eyes.

“Jesus, calm down,” he says, “You’re acting like you just walked in on a porno or something. You’ve never seen two people making out?”

“Leon, shut up,” you say, keeping your voice hushed as if Chris couldn’t hear you from a small distance of ten feet. Your boyfriend doesn’t even acknowledge you though.

“That’s not what it’s about, and you know that. I don’t give a shit if the two of you want to make out till your lips are blue. Do it on your own time. I don’t wanna have to deal with the two of you slobbering all over each other while I’m trying to do my job,” he says with a glare.

“That’s not what this is about either, and you know it,” the younger man retorts.

“Leon, just give it up!” you plead. He shoots you a look though that makes you react like a scolded puppy.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chris asks incredulously as he crosses his arms.

Your boyfriend almost laughs in his face. He sits up, looking at him with a more pointed gaze. “You don’t care about what I’m doing. You’re pissed off because I’m doing it with her,” he taunts.

Somehow the look on Chris’s face darkens further.

“Alright, man. I’m sure that’s what it is. It’s not you just being an insecure dickhead like always,” he says, trying to sound dismissive as he walks to his own bed, “You're more immature than I thought.”

“Don’t try to act like it’s bullshit because I know it’s the truth. All the years I’ve known you, all the missions we’ve partnered on; this isn’t the first time you’ve seen me with a girl but you’ve never pitched a fit about it before,” Leon says.

Chris shakes his head, not dignifying the accusations with a response, but he won’t give it up.

“Also, you think I’m fucking stupid? You think I don’t see the way you’re looking at her? Undressing her with your eyes, laser focused every time she bends over? I think if she gave you the go ahead, you wouldn’t even hesitate to steal her away from me,” he says.

You notice as they argue that in contrast to the genuine aggravation on Chris’s face, Leon’s words come from somewhere else. Almost as if he’s enjoying calling him a liar, poking and prodding at the other man to provoke a reaction.

Chris looks directly at him now as if he’s ready to lunge in a moment’s notice.

“Shut your mouth. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

“Tell me then. Tell me how it is.”

That makes the older man pause. Of course Leon was right, but under no circumstances would he make that apparent.

“She had a bright future ahead of her, and look what you’ve done. She’s the best either one of the agencies has had in years, and you keep her in the palm of your hand like she’s a barbie doll!” he exclaims.

He sees the flicker of hurt on your face and knows he fucked up, but he could apologize later. He continues speaking to try and temporarily rectify his slip up.

“She’s too good for you, Leon,” he says simply, sighing and sitting down on his bed.

You see genuine emotion flash in your boyfriend's eyes. Chris struck a chord, picking at a very real insecurity Leon held. But he wanted to win this confrontation too, so he wouldn’t let that be known. Instead, he beckons you to him with a languid wave of his hand.

“C’mere, baby.”

Chris rolls his eyes, thinking Leon was gonna swoop in to comfort you for the way your feelings had been hurt. You waddle across the mattress on your knees and plop down between his legs, your back against his chest. His hands sweep over your stomach, soothingly caressing your skin.

“She might be too good for me, but you’re pissed off because she’s too good for you too,” he says.

“Leon, stop,” you whisper. Tomorrow was going to be awkward enough as is. He didn’t need to make it any worse.

Chris glances up at the two of you but looks down again quickly, not wanting to see the way the other man’s hands moved on your body.

“You think I’m the bad guy. That I’m corrupting your innocent little rookie,” Leon mocks, “But tell me you wouldn’t take my place if you could.”

“I wouldn’t,” he mumbles instantaneously.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me. Tell me that if she was actually interested in you, that you wouldn’t have taken her in your arms as fast as you could. When she was prancing around the BSAA, looking up at you with stars in her eyes, tell me you didn’t want her,” your boyfriend challenges.

Chris looks up at the both of you. His expression is hard to read. It’s some mixture of hurt and relief that you’re unfamiliar with.

“I didn’t,” he maintains.

Leon’s hand continues trailing on your tummy up and down. His fingers coast in between your breasts, causing you to shiver, but everyone’s so wrapped up in the conflict that you choose not to say anything.

“That’s a shame because I’m pretty sure your little rookie had a crush on you,” he says quietly.

“Don’t joke around like that Leon,” Chris scoffs at the same time as your eyes widen and you start to tell your boyfriend to be quiet.

“Shh shh shh,” he hushes you and places a small kiss on your temple, “You’re giving yourself away, sweetheart.”

You look down and the man across from you just looks confused. Leon smirks at the both of you before resuming.

“C’mon man. Don’t tell me you couldn’t see it. She’s a terrible liar, and I think she had it pretty bad for you. I just came along and pulled her attention elsewhere,” he says, teasing you while redirecting his words to Chris.

Your face was heating up fast as Leon aired out a confession you’d made to him on a night after too many drinks. Chris slowly returned his gaze back to the two of you. Instead of bothering with Leon, he looked into your eyes this time.

“Is that true?” he asks.

Every limb on your body feels frozen up, but you manage to force your head into nodding. You hear Leon chuckle from behind you, which only intensifies how awkward you feel.

“I liked you at first when I first started working at the BSAA. For the first few months,” you begin to explain. It’s not like anything you said would help the situation at all, but it still felt like you were supposed to offer something.

He continues staring at you, and you honestly can’t tell what’s running through his mind. All you can think is that he looks like he’s in pain. Meanwhile, your boyfriend’s hands caress over your skin in a pattern they’d developed.

“You were just so nice and understanding with me-” you start. But you’re cut off by your sharp gasp when Leon’s hand slides under the waistband of your bottoms and into your panties.

“Leon!” you whimper as fast as his fingers find your clit. You grab his wrist and try to pull it away like you’d done earlier, but when he didn’t want to be interrupted, he wouldn’t be. It wasn’t like you tried too hard anyways. You were still a little pent up from earlier, craving the pleasure that had been cut short.

“No, go on, sweetheart. Keep telling Chris how much you liked him. I know he wants to hear it,” he says lowly while his fingers toy with you.

“Leon,” Chris says firmly, trying to stand up for you. But fuck, if he didn’t want to keep watching your breath hitch and your hips squirm. Or your face getting pouty whenever his fingers stroked a certain way.

“Chris,” he says back, “Don’t act like you don’t wanna see. This might be your only chance.”

He smirks and kisses your temple again, rotating the pad of his middle finger over your clit. The motions draw little whines from you, and your eyes flutter. You keep them on Chris, looking into his own as you sink back into Leon’s chest.

“Go ahead, honey. Continue your story,” Leon prompts.

“You were so sweet- mm- and you taught me a lot and- ah- I don’t know it was just a little crush,” you say timidly.

Chris watches you. He doesn’t move at all for fear of bringing attention to how fast his cock has hardened.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he breathes.

“Cause you were my boss,” you say, “I- Leon fuck- I didn’t wanna put you in a bad position.”

His chest feels like it’s turned to stone as he takes in these revelations. It’s hard not to let the regret take over. The realization that he’d been much closer to everything he’d wanted threatened to consume him if he dwelled on it. That on top of the fact that he was hearing all this while you whimpered another man’s name between your words had his mind scrambled.

“It wouldn’t have put me in a bad position, sweetheart,” he says, attempting to sound normal about the situation.

Your lips curve further down, as if you feel guilty for the mess of emotions building inside him. Behind you, Leon’s mouth makes the opposite expression.

“What happened to not wanting her, Redfield?” he teases.

“Shut up,” Chris says. Even if he wasn’t the one pleasuring you, this was a moment for you and him.

His eyes are locked on you, trying to drink in everything about the vision of beauty in front of him. Leon’s warning that this could be the only time he gets to see it echoes in his mind. He doesn’t know how he’ll survive if this is the only time. He doesn’t think he could ever get enough of this. The way your lashes flutter and your eyes look dreamy. How your soft thighs tremble while spread open. The little movements of your hips rocking your ass back and forth against the man behind you.

Why couldn’t that man be him?

It was the most blissful form of torture he’d experienced. He tried to tell himself that even if he just got to watch you cum, it’d be worth it. It’d be better to share this unforgettable sliver of time with you than to have nothing special at all.

He tries to refocus himself back on enjoying the view of your shorts sliding off your legs rather than mourn the relationship he’d lost out on. It was just nearly impossible to avoid envisioning himself and the other man swapped. He had imagined you in his lap like that for months before you even knew the name Leon Kennedy.

Chris’s mind is actually drawn back to the action in front of him once Leon’s got your shorts off, and your panties are fully exposed. The crotch is soaked through. He can see the way the fabric sticks to your center, only peeling away to make space for the nimble fingers working beneath it.

“Leon…” you mewl and tilt your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, princess,” he murmurs, “You’re doing such a good job showing off for Chris. I’m proud of you. You’re really making it worth his while.”

“Thank you,” you whimper.

Leon grins at your display of submission and rewards you with a gentle pinch to your clit. You yelp, and Chris’s cock jerks inside his pants. His bulge is completely visible to everyone in the room by now, no way of sitting could hide that. Despite his arousal, he still had questions.

“Am I the reason you left?” he decides to ask you.

He watches you snap out of the throes of lust and look at him. You hesitate before answering.

“No,” you say softly, “I left to be with Leon.”

It feels like a dagger straight to his heart. He watches any chance of salvaging you as his own die before his very eyes, those words acting as the nails in the coffin. It shows on his face too because he can see the guilt replacing the desire in your eyes. Even Leon’s face flashes with some sympathy. He tilts his head towards you again and nips at the shell of your ear.

“I think you might have hurt Chris’s feelings, baby,” he chides lovingly. His hand then leaves your panties and goes with his other one to your waist. Boosting you to your feet, he looks up at you and taps your ass. “Maybe you should help him feel better. Show him some of what I taught you.”

There’s only a brief pause on your part. You stand between the two beds, between the two men, looking back and forth. You weren’t against the idea at all, it just didn’t seem real. You never imagined this happening in your wildest dreams.

You drop to your knees and approach Chris from the ground, positioning yourself between his legs and looking up at him.

“You don’t have to,” he says, his tone quiet and genuine.

You reach up, sliding your hand up his thigh to palm at his bulge.

“I know,” you respond.

In the simplest of terms, you were still very much attracted to Chris. Your relationship with Leon had extinguished the torch you carried for him down to a small flame, but on a physical and instinctual level, you still wanted him bad. Especially having not cum yet after being teased twice. Your fingers unzip his pants and begin pulling them down, eager to get his cock out.

In a way, you were pretty sure you loved him. Not in the way you love Leon. You knew that. You didn’t dream of love and marriage and the baby carriage with Chris. But for so long, he’d been your safe space. Amongst the violence and horrors in the world of Bioterrorism, your mentor had always been there for you to hold your hand.

You yank his pants down to his ankles, and his dick flops out against his thigh. Your eyes widen slightly. It made sense for it to be big just like everything else on him was, but the sight had you drooling. It was thick and long, from one look you could only imagine how it would stretch you out.

Your fingers wrap around the length, feeling its warmth. The veins that sprawl across it pulse with desire for you. He moans quietly with only one stroke. Your hand pumps up and down tentatively as you spit down onto it for some lubrication.

No one in the room is in the mood to be teased tonight, so you lean in and flick your tongue against the tip. Another groan bubbles from Chris’s lips and you can feel Leon’s lecherous gaze on you the entire time. You lap at the head some more and keep working your fist up and down.

You’re either very talented or Chris is very needy for you, because it only takes a handful of gentle licks before precum beads at the top. His eyes are blown out and locked on you as you suckle the swollen tip between your lips and bob your head. Your mouth is the perfect combination of warm and wet and soft. You cup his balls and give them a gentle massage while working your magic.

He reaches down and pets your head as you work. His head snaps up when he hears the other man speak to him.

“How’s it feel? As good as you imagined?” he asks.

“Better,” Chris moans.

His breaths enter and exit his lungs in deep puffs. This truly was better than he could’ve imagined. Everything about you was beyond the capabilities of human imagination. Your gags were so soft and tender. They were precious despite their inherent lewd nature. You looked up at him with glossy eyes, maintaining eye contact most of the time. That was something he’d taught you. Your first days of work you were always looking down at your shoes or right through him at the wall. He’d been the one to tell you eye contact was important. It was the most baseline form of connection.

You take your mouth off Chris’s shaft with a small pop. A string of saliva dangles between you and his cock, but you quickly destroy it when your lips smoosh against the flushed skin. You kiss the tip over and over, savoring the taste of precum it brings.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not caring if he heard or not.

But he does, and his gaze softens. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, rookie,” he says back.

Leon decides not to interrupt the exchange or tease Chris about the old nickname for you. He had no genuine ill will toward the other man. That plus his own cock was rising to attention, and he was more interested in palming it through his jeans.

“You're such a good girl. You don’t need to apologize for anything,” Chris continues to coo at you as you take his length back into your mouth.

His eyes crinkle as they shut. He doesn’t want to cum yet just in case there was the chance for anything more. You’re too taken with servicing him to notice that you should maybe slow down. Lucky for the both of you, Leon intervenes.

“Ah ah, baby. Don’t take Chris out of the fun too quick,” he tuts, reaching forward to guide your head back.

You pull off obediently and lean back onto your knees. Chris sighs at the reprieve but nearly blows his load when his eyes refocus on you gazing up at him with spit and precum on your lips.

“I think Chris needs a break, angel. You know how good that mouth of yours is,” he says and pets your head before looking up to the older man, “You want a little taste of her while you cool off?”

It’s like time slows to a halt in the world of Chris Redfield. The heavens part and the words he just heard are the gateway to paradise. He stares at Leon, almost in the same disbelief you had been in minutes ago.

“You’re cool with that?” he says, trying to seem casual.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” he says and shrugs, “Plus, I think your rookie deserves a treat for her performance.”

“Of course she does. She’s probably feeling pretty needy by now too,” Chris says in return, beginning to feel more comfortable with the situation at hand.

“I’ll even let you pick, man. You want her spread out on the bed or riding your face?” he asks.

You look between the both of them as they speak before stopping on Chris as he makes the decision.

“Riding my face. Want her to smother me,” the older man says as he looks down at you with his familiar smile.

Leon glances down at you too. “You heard him, baby,” he says.

You return to your feet and approach the bed closer to the window. Chris discards his pants completely and removes his shirt before lying back. He pats his chest, signaling for you to climb up. As you move closer, so does your boyfriend. He rounds the bed and sits on the other side of the mattress to watch the pair of you.

You crawl over Chris’s muscular body, looking down at him for a moment when your faces are level. You then scoot up more so you’re basically sitting on his chest. You weren’t shy about sitting on someone’s face necessarily. You’d done it for Leon about a dozen times before, but Chris was new and you didn’t know how he liked to do it. From the way he guided your hips higher up though, you could already tell he was a little more gentle than your boyfriend.

He pulls you up until your pussy is hovering over his face. Then he takes a few moments to just admire it. It was cute just like every other part of you. One of his fingers drags over your flesh and pulls on the puffy folds, showing off your pretty little clit and slick entrance.

“Don’t hold back for me, rookie. I want to taste all of you,” he says as he looks up at you.

You return his look and nod before he pulls you lower by your hips onto his face. A squeak flies from your lips when his tongue makes contact with your cunt. Leon chuckles as he watches the two of you with lustful eyes. He’s working on undressing himself now.

Chris’s tongue takes a long swipe from the bottom to the top of your pussy, taking in as much of you as he can. Right now you’re all he can smell. Every breath brings him more of you. Your taste overwhelms him too. It’s the way he wants to live. You whine as his lips engulf your clit to suck on.

“Already making such pretty noises,” Leon teases, “Is Chris doing it how you like, sweet girl?”

You nod, your eyes connecting with those of your boyfriend’s for a moment. He kneels on the bed to be closer to you. His hand comes up to stroke your cheek.

“Good. You deserve it, baby. Just look at you. So precious. No wonder he’s crazy about you too,” Leon murmurs as he leans in and kisses you deeply.

His lips move with yours as you moan into his mouth. You begin rocking your hips back and forth on Chris’s face to get more of the stimulation he’s providing you with. His tongue flattens over your cunt and presses against it in stripes, making broad strokes that spark euphoria in your belly each time. His hands lock onto your hips to keep you still enough that you’re not interrupting his devouring of you.

The constant pleasure to your core makes you lightheaded. You would be swaying if not for the two men’s combined efforts to keep you up right. Your kisses become sloppier, and to alleviate it, Leon ducks down to kiss your neck instead. He peppers your skin with hickeys, his possessive nature shining through a bit.

“My pretty girl, doing so good for us right now. Taking it like a pro,” he whispers teasingly as his hands cup your breasts and give them a tender squeeze.

His lips travel down to where his hands are. He plants a few kisses on the swell of your chest. The sight of your nipples perking up for him would never get old.

“Sweet baby, everything about you is perfect. Don’t know how Chris resisted and never got a taste,” he says as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth.

Your head falls back and you shudder. Two mouths on you, both licking and sucking in harmony. It made you moan loud enough that you would’ve certainly got a noise complaint if any of the other rooms were occupied.

“Is that for me or Chris, babydoll?” Leon asks and smirks up at you.

“Both,” you whimper, “Both of you are making me feel so good.”

“Not picking favorites, hm?” he goads you further.

“Can’t think enough to pick one right now,” you say simply before another whine leaves you. You didn’t want any more drama. At least not before you came.

“Oh, is your head getting all foggy, baby?” he coos.

“Mhm,” you whimper and nod.

On your lower half, Chris keeps his mouth firmly attached to your pussy. He’s pretty sure you already have him addicted, and you haven’t even cum yet. He’s licking with all the dedication in the world as if this task was his life’s purpose, the action he was put on this very earth to complete.

“Tastes so fucking good,” he grunts into you as he continues open mouth kissing your cunt, “Prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Leon smiles at the compliment, almost as if it was partially intended for him by virtue of being your boyfriend.

“She’s loving you, Chris. You’ve got her brain melting out her ears,” Leon purrs while rubbing your back soothingly, steadying you from the tremors that rack your body, “Pretty baby’s probably gonna cum all over your face soon.

When he hears that, the man below you pulls your hips down even harder and locks you onto his mouth. He works even harder to please you, relishing in the way your noises grow louder and more strained.

You give Leon puppy eyes as your hand darts out for his. Your fingers squeeze his palm so tight, he’s sure there will be little red crescents on the skin when you let go.

“What is it, sweetheart? You need to hold my hand?” he croons. He gently squeezes your hand back and moves his face to your neck to press a few more kisses there. “I’ve got you, baby. You cum whenever you want, I’m not gonna let go. Show Chris how pretty you are when you cum.”

Your teeth dig into your lip and your hips quiver violently.

“Fuck Leon- I just- I- Chris,” you stutter out. Your brain rushes to latch onto something, but it can’t seem to get a lock on anything.

“Don’t gotta say anything, angel. Just cum all over my face,” Chris commands from between your thighs.

“You heard him, baby. No thinking. Just let yourself feel good. That’s what we both wanna see,” he whispers and brings your hand to his lips.

Your lips part to say something, but you decide to just listen. You grind your hips down against Chris’s mouth, gasping as the euphoria paramounts within you. Your hips roll even faster as you feel release within your grasp. You’re closing in on it when you shriek and nearly double over with the shattering feeling of your peak.

“There we go, that’s it,” Leon chuckles softly, “Show him what I get to see every night. My favorite sight in the whole world.”

Your body moves as if it’s possessed when you cum. Your back arches into a curve with supernatural speed. Your eyes are screwed shut while your mouth is wide open. The younger man next to you grins while the older man below you continues to make out with your pussy, lapping up every drop of you that he could.

When you start to come down, he lets up, knowing Leon had more in store from you. He lets your hips go, and you basically topple over onto the mattress. You inhale and exhale deeply as the cool motel sheets rest against your cheek.

Chris’s eyes are hooded from lust, the effects of the most erotic experience in his life lingering. His cock is fully hard, standing up and aching for more of your touch. Yet in a way he’s satisfied, having just made you cum, tasted the sweetest part of you, and heard your most vulnerable sounds.

Leon’s undressed on the bed, the only one of the three of you whose mind didn’t feel hazy with clouds of desire. He tugs on his stiff cock a few times as he decides what to do. His eyes flit between your crumpled up form and the other man lying on his back.

“Chris, you wanna hold her for a little bit? Have her sit in your lap?” he asks.

The older man almost felt pathetic at how eager he was to play along and say yes. Almost. Because he still does that. He nods and sits up, leaning back against the headboard.

The next move is getting you up. Your boyfriend guides you to where Chris is, and he then helps you into his lap. Your mind was coming back to normal, and you were looking up at Leon with adoration while you melted against Chris’s broad chest. You nuzzle it gently, feeling its warmth and plush quality. His thick arms encase you, making sure you feel secure.

Leon pulls you on your hips to get you a bit lower where he has easier access.

“I’m not gonna let you fuck her this time. I wanna show you how it’s done first,” Leon teases as he slots himself between your legs.

In any other instance, this would’ve pissed Chris off. Everything about it would’ve left him disappointed and annoyed. But now any negative emotion is overshadowed by two words.

This time.

Because this time implies there will be a next time. And maybe even a time after next time. Another time for him to feel his cock inside you. Another time for him to make you cum on his fingers or watch you ride him. Some of his hopes spring back to life.

Internally, his heart is soaring. He kisses your hairline carefully as Leon slides his tip between your folds that are sticky with arousal. He teases himself with the feeling only a few times before nudging the tip inside.

Your head falls back against Chris’s chest and you moan. He kisses your temple and caresses your sides as if you need to be soothed. As if this isn’t the dick you’ve been taking nightly for the last few months.

Chris’s own length is rock solid against your back. Every small change in your facial expression or rise in pitch of your voice sends blood rushing to it, the threat of cumming untouched ever present.

Leon steadily pushes in until he’s buried all the way inside and you’re nice and filled to the hilt.

“So fucking tight. You gotta feel it, Chris. You thought she tasted good? Just wait till you feel her,” he grunts.

“I bet. I could tell from how cute her pussy was. She was clenching around nothing the whole time. I’m sure she loves to squeeze down anytime she’s got a cock in her,” Chris whispers

More hope was rising in him that this wouldn’t be a one night only thing, and it took all his strength not to smile like an idiot. His knuckles move down your cheek lovingly as he speaks to you and holds you while Leon thrusts. Your body rocks gently with the momentum, pushing you against Chris’s cock each time.

“She does love to get all tight. Just wants to suck me in so I can never leave,” Leon says and holds your thighs to start thrusting harder.

“Such a needy girl. I should’ve known, rookie,” Chris murmurs to you.

“It just feels so good,” you whine, “It’s not my fault.”

“Oh I know it’s not, precious,” Leon mocks, “Your head is always full of nothing but air when I’m around. It probably just gets worse with Chris here.”

You whine in protest and squirm a little, unknowingly grinding your ass on Chris’s cock and coaxing a moan from him. Leon’s dick hits deeper too, bringing you heightened pleasure.

“You’re not an airhead, baby. You’re a sweet girl. My rookie. You just wanna feel good, hm?” Chris says teasingly.

You nod along, and from the look on his face, Leon is amused, pleased with the dynamic Chris opened up.

“No one said she isn’t sweet. Just that she goes a little dumb as soon as she’s got my dick in her,” he teases.

He sighs and his eyes roll back for a moment as you clamp around you. He keeps rocking in and out, enjoying the wet sounds coming from each one of his movements. He also can’t get enough of your mewls or the way you're clutching one of Chris’s forearms right now.

“Maybe he’s right about that. You just work so hard all the time. You need something that can calm you down,” Chris says and squeezes his arms around you, “You’re still so precious.”

You look up at Chris with lovey dovey eyes, remembering why you’d been so enamored with him in the first place. He talked to you like you were the sweetest thing to walk this earth and made you believe it. He made you feel cared for in a way that was indescribable. Pure feeling.

“Yeah you are,” Leon grunts, “And you can go as dumb as you want right now, baby. We’re both here taking care of you. I’m sure Chris loves holding you while all you can do is whine for more.”

“That’s right. I love seeing you like this, knowing you’re taken care of,” he whispers, “And you know I’ve always got you. I’ll never let my rookie go.”

All the words are overwhelming. You pant and writhe more in Chris’s grasp.

“You getting close again, babydoll?” Leon asks, knowing your tells.

You whimper and nod quickly.

“Good. I am too,” he grunts.

He starts working himself into you harder. The momentum from each snap of his hips keeps you rubbing against Chris’s shaft and working him closer to the edge as well. All three of you are panting, muscles tensing up in some way as the end approaches. 

You stare into Leon’s eyes for a moment before rotating your head and looking up at Chris. Both sets of eyes are fixated on you. The overflow of attention is the final strike your body needs to start convulsing with release. The older man’s arms tighten around you, keeping you close as your skin heats up and your noises grow whinier. Your boyfriend keeps a steel grip on your hips, his fingers stroking back and forth.

“That’s my girl,” Leon grunts, “Let it out, baby.”

He moans and lets his head fall back as he feels himself hurtling towards the finish line.

“My rookie. Just perfect, honey,” Chris whispers, “I’m so proud of you.”

The words nearly triple your pleasure and you continue to ride out the high as Leon finally cums and shoots it inside you. He nearly growls as he pounds into you, completely emptying himself. All the rutting is enough for Chris to cum too. He spurts his hot seed against the small of your back, holding onto you with all he has as his hips jerk upwards and he imagines it’s him buried inside you.

Leon’s the first to get his bearings back. He pulls out slowly, letting you adjust to the feeling of emptiness. He then rolls to the side of you and Chris, watching the final moments with the other man. You lie on his chest with your eyes drooping, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. His hand lazily runs down your side. He savors your warmth on his chest. Almost subconsciously, it feels like you really are his in this moment.

That is until you regain your composure and sit up. You hop up for a moment to clean off the mess on your back. He knew you’d have to, but the sight still makes Chris’s heart ache. 

As you return to the bed, you give your boyfriend a dizzy smile and crawl over to curl up at his side. He rubs your back and pecks your forehead. For the two of you, it’s like a regular night. Chris isn’t sure where he fits in this anymore. Should he just move to the bed you two had claimed earlier? Should he make the two of you get up?

He’s running through solutions in his mind when your hand comes out and grabs his wrist. You’re looking up at him with some sort of longing in your eyes.

“Stay with us,” you say.

It was softer than he ever heard from you, different from when you introduced yourself on your first day of work or made a mistake on a mission. It was a new kind of shyness that just made him want more from you. He stares at you and contemplates the idea. Leon raises his eyebrows and gives him a look, giving him the silent ok he needed to slowly lower himself to the mattress. 

He shuts off the light first, leaving the motel room in darkness except for the glow of the yellow street lamps shining through the window. His head hits the pillow, and he drapes an arm over you. You’re still leaning into Leon for the most part which he makes no move to interfere with.

The three of you don’t say anything for the rest of the night. Silence permeates the atmosphere of your shared space. The events of the last hour run through each of your minds in different ways. The mission had taken a back seat for now. It could return to prominence tomorrow once the mental dust had settled.

Leon’s eyes flutter shut first, and his deep, even breaths of sleep follow. You’re barely awake with your cheek squished against his pectoral muscle. Chris watches you, the outline of your face illuminated from the faint light outside. He wonders if this really will be the only time with you. If his taste of heaven will remain that, a sample of what he could have had. He chooses to not believe that and drive himself crazy.

He shuts his eyes too and brings his face to nestle against the crook of your neck. His breath hits your neck when he sighs. In the abyss that is the motel room, he feels your hands come up to rest on his arm.

[lionneee]

You are Aemond’s possession

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Modern!MafiaBoss!Aemond x fem!Reader

•Warnings: p in v, oral (male), fingering, smut, kissing, taking of sexual themes, orgasm denial, gun play, murder.•

{Request: What do you think of modern maffia with aemond being maffia boss ? And verryy angsty}

It was unfair, really.

You jumped on the bed, your eyes staring at the marm ceiling. You squirmed on the bed, kicking and throwing punches at the mattress to let all the anger out.

When you stopped, you felt a bit better.

Just a bit.

It was enough that you basically lived confined in his house, that no matter how big it was, it was always filled with people, bodyguards or clients.

You had no peace, no freedom.

And he wasn’t a guy for parties, except when he was basically forced to go because of some clients. He rarely brought you, and you hated it.

He spent all the time working, not even looking at you once, and then he didn’t even let you go out dancing?!

But…

He did bring you along tonight. 

“I want to dance!” You whined as you dug your nails in his arm.

“Then go, for fuck’s sake, just stop annoying me.” He growled as he pushed your hand away, turned, and went up the stairs to meet his clients at his table.

You smiled and immediately threw yourself on the dancing floor, swaying your body at the time of the music, dancing even with other people you didn't even know.

Then, after some refused guy approaches and a few drinks, you decided it was time to finally go back to your boyfriend.

Your sweaty skin sparkling under the lights of the club, your make up a bit ruined, you made space for yourself to reach the same stairs you saw Aemond going up to.

You looked around and saw two bodyguards standing in front of a table.

You guessed he was there. 

You approached the bodyguards that both put a hand on your shoulders.

“Go somewhere else, doll.” One of them grinned.

You crunched your nose at the pet name.

“My boyfriend is there.” You pointed at the table. One of the guards looked behind, his body moving enough to give you a clear view of Aemond… with a girl in his lap, her arm around his neck as he talked to his client.

Aemond’s hand rested on her thigh, his thumb moving on her skin.

“That one over there?” The bodyguard turned back to you, a mocking smile on his face. You slowly nodded as your eyes filled with tears.

You stayed there a moment, the image sinking in, when suddenly you saw one of the guards feet moving. You looked up and saw him giving you a sign to go. You immediately looked at Aemond and saw him looking at you, nodding once, silently telling you to go to him. YYou walk with your head low, sitting beside him, as the girl from his lap did not move away.

Aemond kept talking to his client, as you stayed there, covered by the girl on your boyfriend’s lap, humiliated.

“Go get us a drink.” You heard Aemond say as he slapped the girl butt. The girl moved away as you saw another girl go to Aemond’s client, distracting him.

Aemond turned towards you with a harsh glare.

“Crying? Really? Are you a fucking kid?” He growled as your eyes got immediately wet again.

“I–I’m sorry… but– but you….” You sobbed, but Aemond harshly gripped your jaw, stopping you.

“I did what, uhm? Get yourself together.” He pushed you back and you looked away, trying to hide your tears. You clenched your fists as you got up again.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Aemond looked at you. You showed him your perfect smile.

“To get you a drink, love.” You turned and walked away, going down the stairs again, straight to the dance floor again.

Aemond will be so pissed off by your lie.

You knew, and you forced yourself to ignore the thought.

He loved you, in his own way.

You made your way to the middle of the dancefloor.

You loved him.

You started dancing, swaying your hips, moving sensually, as you tried to lose yourself in the music.

He always took care of you.

You moved your hands in your hair, moving them back as you kept dancing, closing your eyes.

His hands, his grip so possessive on your hips as he tugged you back against his body, as he lowered his lips to kiss your neck, as one of his hands moved up to your stomach to your breasts, squeezing your boob as he let out a groan…

“Aemond…” You whispered, as you felt him behind you, his lips close to your ear.

“It can be my name if you want it to.” The guy said. You immediately opened your eyes and looked up at the guy as you both kept dancing.

He wasn’t ugly at all, he was handsome, actually. Not like your boyfriend, but handsome.

Not Aemond.

If he could have a girl on his lap, then you could have a boy for you as well, right?

You turned towards him, and grabbed his face to pull him into a kiss. The guy wasted no time to wrap his arm around your waist and squeeze your butt with his hand, deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth.

It was strange, different.

It was not Aemond.

Suddenly you felt something grabbing your arm.

You were harshly turned around and saw Aemond, his hand gripping your wrist as his eyes burned through you, his lips pressed together, and his jaw clenched.

He was angry.

He was furious.

He gripped your waist, pulling you harshly against his chest, his body pressed behind yours.

His hot breath hit your ear as he growled.

“You’re a bad liar.” He growled as his other hand moved to your hip, fingers digging into your skin. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked in a low voice, as he pulled you closer, the heat of his body against yours. 

“You– You had… a girl on your lap… you humiliated me!” You tried to defend yourself, his eyes only darkening.

“We're going home. Now.” He growled, pushing you away from the people, but the other guy grabbed your hand, stopping you.

Aemond glared at him, then at you, then again back at him.

“You two have a problem?” The guy asked with a harsh glare, his hold on your wrist getting tighter.

Aemond got closer, his body right behind yours as his hand moved to your stomach, gripping you possessively, forcing you against his chest.

“She’s mine. She’s my problem, not yours.” He growled as you tensed.

The guy looked you both up and down, letting out a scoff.

“I don’t see any ring.” He teased, as his eye moved down on your body.

Aemond’s grip on you got tighter, his other hand letting go of your wrist to place it on your hips, squeezing it possessively, making you let out a whimper.

The guy clearly noticed, and smirked as Aemond’s glare hardened.

“Looks like you're pretty useless.” The guy mocked, eyeing your body again.

“Watch your mouth, or I’ll rip your tongue out.” Aemond growled, his hold on you getting even more possessive as he pulled you back against his chest, his breath on your neck, making you shiver.

"I'm gonna pull a bullet between his eyes, is that what you wanted, baby?"

He whispered in your ear.

Your eyes widened at the threat, but your body shivered a bit. It was not the first time he did something like this.

He was dangerous, possessive… and you knew that.

You bit your lip, trying to not give in, but Aemond smirked as he saw you biting your lip, his eye lowering on your mouth.

“You like when I say that, baby?” He teased, now in a softer tone.

One of his hands moved again to your hips, sliding under the fabric of your dress to your skin, caressing it with his thumb, making you shiver again as you felt a wave of heat wash over you. You immediately shook your head.

"A–Aemond... don't please..."

“Don’t?” He repeated in a mocking tone, his body now pressed against your back.

His grip on your hip tightened, his thumb rubbing your skin under the fabric.

He looked back at the guy standing in front of them.

"You knew every guy that came close to you didn't end up well."

He smirked.

"Why shouldn't I kill him for what he did?"

You swallowed hard, the shiver increasing at the feel of his body pressed against you, his breath on the exposed skin of your neck, his lips now so close.

“Please. I’m begging you. Don’t.” You whispered, grabbing his hand on your hip and squeezing it.

His eye darkened even more.

"He kissed you. I'm gonna kill him."

You closed your eyes at his words, the wave of heat increasing as Aemond’s words sent a spike of heat through your body.

You knew he was dangerous.

But at the same time it turned you on the way he growled and threatened everyone if they tried to take you from him. Nobody ever did it. Everyone knew who Aemond was and he was never one for sharing.

And clearly now he was furious.

"Just… please don't hurt him, please, I’m begging you..."

He clicked his tongue.

"No. He tasted you, I'm not letting anyone live knowing how you taste."

He gave a sign to a distant bodyguard, indicating him the guy. 

Aemond pulled you away again as the bodyguard grabbed the guy, both going on the back of the club outside.

“Your punishment will come home right after his, baby, don’t worry.” He smirked as he pushed you outside.

You clenched your jaw as you saw a group of bodyguards circling the guy that had been forced on his knees.

You gasped as you looked away, your eyes getting wet… along with your core.

You always hated how Aemond’s possessiveness turned you on.

“No, no, no, baby.” He laughed, standing behind you and grabbing your chin. “You’re gonna watch, alright?” He chuckled as he forced you to look at the guy as Aemond grabbed the gun.

“Aem… Please…” You sobbed, gabbing his thigh. He only smirked more. as He looked at the guy.

“You’re mine.” He growled in your ear as he shot the guy between his eyes. You gulped and screamed, closing your eyes immediately, turning around to hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest. 

He wrapped his arm around you, as he started to walk you to the car, along with a bodyguard, the others staying behind to clean up the mess.

In the car, you couldn’t look at him. You were well aware of Aemond’s life, his job and his rules. You found it out too late when you two started dating, when you were already too engulfed with him, that you decided to live with that.

You never asked about his day, he never told you anything, and you tried to live… serene.

As much as you could.

Still, he had no right to do what he just did. To traumatize you like he just did.

As soon as you got home, the house was strangely empty, no bodyguards or anyone, Aemond pushed you against the wall, making you hit your head on it.

You whined as you looked at him, the anger that started rising in the car now showing.

“What the fuck was that, huh?!” He growled as he grabbed you by your hair, making you tilt your head back.

“You humiliated me, you whore.” He tugged at your hair harshly, making you cry out loud. “Right in front of my client, I— I swear, if it wasn’t for your pretty face I would have already beaten you up.” He shoved you away, letting go of your hair.

You stumbled, not falling for some miracle on your heels.

“And what the hell is that outfit, uh? You wanted to show your asshole to everyone?” He kept screaming. “Do you even ever think about what you do!?”

“You humiliated me!” You spat back. “You… You had that girl on your lap, you touched her! You fucking slapped her ass!” You yelled back. He looked at you, amused by your jealousy.

“Is this what this is about?” He laughed, clearly still angry.

“No! Well, yes! Is this why I rarely come with you? Because you fuck other girls? Y–You go there… your clients offer whores to you?” You yell back, your jealousy burning in your chest.

“You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” He laughed at you.

“Oh, I–I’m the crazy one?!”

“You went off kissing some dude because of a slap on the ass? Are you fucking serious?!”

He yelled at the top of his lungs. You gasped and stepped back, suddenly scared of him. “Get the fuck away from my sight, NOW!”

You ran upstairs, wiping your tears of frustration as you hid in your bedroom.

Now here you are. You got up from the bed, and opened the large drawer to find something to sleep in. 

Or…

You smirked to yourself, getting rid of all of your clothes, going in the bathroom to take a quick shower.

This wasn’t definitely one of your best ideas, considering how mad Aemond is.

It was rare for him to actually hit you. It was most common for him to just push you around or pull your hair, like he did before.

You were aware, though, that if you’d push him enough, he wouldn't be able to restrain himself to hit you.

But you don’t want that, do you?

You used your most strong scent of shampoo, body scrub and soap, to clean yourself, then the most expensive creams, just his favorites.

You dried your hair and body, and went back to the bedroom, laying on the bed that was positioned right in front of the entry door.

You widened your legs, bending them on the knee, the cool air hitting your core sentinel a little wave of pleasure, as you moved your hand between them, your fingers moving over your clit. You let out a long sigh, as you slowly started to massage your clit in circular motion, pressing your fingers just right, letting out a loud moan. 

The mix of Aemond’s possessiveness and the alcohol you drank enough to make you a mess down there.

You moaned again as you slowly massaged your clit, grabbing your boob with your other hand.

You didn’t care about being loud, you didn’t care if he could hear you.

You wanted him to hear you.

To know how good you were feeling without him.

He could go fuck his whores if he wanted to.

You were fine by yourself.

Right?

Then you heard it. The door opened, but you didn’t look. You closed your eyes as you started moving your fingers faster, moaning out loud.

You could feel his eye on you.

Eyes, maybe.

God, you hoped he didn’t have the eyepatch.

You kept squeezing your boob as you felt the climax building. You kept masturbating yourself shamelessly, knowing his eyes were closely studying you.

You kept moaning, knowing his ears were registering every sound you let out.

But you refused to give him the satisfaction of your reaction if you’d open your eyes to see him.

Because you just know, you would moa just at the sight of him looking at you touching yourself.

You started to move your fingers even faster, more dirty thoughts coming in your mind, as you felt his quiet steps, barely giving you an idea of his position.

Then you suddenly felt two of his fingers pushing inside you.

Your body arched immediately as you stilled for a moment, as you whined.

“A–Aemond!” You opened your eyes immediately, looking down at your boyfriend, catching him as he crawled on top of you, pushing your hands over your head, keeping them there, as he kept his fingers inside you, without moving them.

“You like to act like a whore?” He looked down at you, his eyes full of lust, his sapphire reflecting your image. He retrieves his fingers harshly, making you gasp and squirm a bit.

“Tsk…” He pushed his fingers in your mouth as you pouted. Making him chuckle coldly.

“You wanna play hard to get, baby? Are you sure?” He put his legs over your to immobilize them.

You groaned and sucked his fingers, as he looked at you pleased. He pushed his fingers further in your mouth, making you gag, your hands clenched into fists, as you tried your best to not pull back. He smiled as he moved back, standing and pulling his pants down.

His cock will always be a sight for you.

Hard, long, pale, thick and veiny.

Perfect.

Just as the rest of him.

Sadly, you haven’t been able to properly take all of him.

There was a noticeable size difference between you two.

“Get on your knees, now. You have a lot of things to be forgiven, baby.” He said as he stripped himself naked.

You looked at him, sat on the bed, your mouth already watering, but you were not gonna give him that satisfaction.

“I have nothing to be sorry about.” You stated with your head high, and a courage that you’ll regret founding.

Aemond narrowed his eyes at you, his scar creating wrinkles on his cheek and forehead.

“Come here immediately.” He growled, his voice warning you.

“No.” You answered, swallowing with difficulty. He only looked more pissed.

“I won’t ask again.” He warned again.

“Then don’t.” You had barely the time to finish your sentence when Aemond started walking towards you, you quickly got off the bed, trying to get over him, to the door, but he grabbed your arm, pushing you back. You stumbled but did not give up. You tried to side step him, but this time he grabbed you by your throat, squeezing the sides and he backed you towards the wall, despite you kept trying to get away.

“Stay. Still.” He growled as he pushed you against the wall. You got goosebumps as the side of your face and your chest made contact with the cold marm. 

“I should get you handcuffed next time.” He pushed you once again, then he kept you still, shoving his hand on your butt, the slap making you gasp.

“You like this, uh?” He got behind you, pressing you even more against the wall.

“D–don’t touch me…” You weakly said back.

You obviously didn’t mean it, but you had to at least play the part, right?

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you, do you hear me?” He gripped tightly your hip, digging his fingers in the soft skin, surely leaving marks behind. “I’m the only one who gets to do anything to you, whenever the fuck I want to.”

“You killed someone.” You stated again, but he simply chuckled, slipping his hands between your legs.

“You say that, but there is quite a mess here baby…” He groaned as he moved his fingers over your slip, finding you embarrassingly wet.

He chuckled again at the redness that covered your cheeks.

“You’re mine. I’ll repeat it to you all the time if you need me to but—“ He kicked your ankle, making you widen your legs, he bent down to be able to slip his cock inside you. You whined and clawed the wall. “But I think I know a better way to not let you forget it.” He pushed most of his cock inside you in one motion.

“Ah! A—Aemond!” You pressed yourself against the wall, trying to escape him, and the uncomfortable feeling of his cock stretching your walls at their maximum.

“Sh, shh…” He looked down, grabbing your buttocks and opening you up to see his cock almost completely inside you.

“I think it’s time to go deeper don’t you think?” He brushed his hips over your temple as you looked at him horrified.

“W—what? No… N-no— I—I’m not… I’m not ready Aemond… Fuck!” You whined out loud as you felt him getting deeper, so deeper, as he kept your buttocks spread apart to see his cock disappear finally inside you.

“This is so much better baby…” He groaned as he rested his forehead on your shoulder.

You were panting, the line between pain and pleasure getting thinner.

“You squeeze me so good…” He pressed himself against you, stepping closer as you tried to escape, trying to melt with the wall. “So tight…” He gasped, as he slowly started to rock his hips against yours, moving slightly his cock deeper.

“Ah— A—Aemond…” You checked out.

“Shh, sh… You’re ready for it, baby…” He grinned as he slipped out almost to the end, only to push it all back in, making you almost scream as he kept going with his usual fast, hard speed.

“A—Aemond… slow… slow down… too much!” You whined as he grabbed your hips to pull you back so you bent over, your face still pressed against the wall.

“Too much? Is this too much?” He asked arrogantly. “Almost as it was too much to fucking kiss a guy for a slap on the ass to another girl is it?” He slowed down, but only to give strong firm thrusts, making sure to push his cock as deep as it could go.

“Almost as much as accusing me of fucking someone else.” He grabbed you by the throat, pushed your head back, forcing you in an uncomfortable arched position. “As if I could ever fuck another pussy that is not yours?” He thrusted again, harder. He gripped your boobs with his hand, squeezing them harshly. “As if I could even imagine…” He whispered as he pressed his cheek against your temple as he started speeding up again. “… to find someone better that you…” He groaned as he let go of your throat, letting you lean on the wall again, he moved his hand down between your legs, brushing his fingers over your pearl.

You moaned immediately, feeling your legs weak, so you grabbed his arm.

“You wanna cum baby?” He pressed his fingers on your clit, moving them precisely how he knew you liked. 

You closed your eyes shut, as the pain mixed with the pleasure clouded your mind, you found yourself on the principle of the strongest orgasm you’ve ever felt coming.

You let out a long moan as you just felt it building up, Aemond’s thrusts merciless along with his fingers.

“A—Aem… Aemond…” You whined, ready to be shattered compl by your orgasm, when he suddenly… stopped.

“What..! A—Aem…?” He looked behind you, Aemond was standing with a grin on his face, his hands by his sides.

“Why…?” You panted, as he only grinned even more.

“I told you, you would have your punishment once home.” He chuckled, seeing the desperation in your eyes.

“No— Please… I—“ You started thrusting back, trying to get that friction to bring yourself over the edge, but Aemond grabbed your hips, stopping your movements.

“Get. On your knees.” He pulled out and slapped your ass again, grabbing you by the back of your neck and pushing you down, forcing you on your knees. He shoved two fingers back in your mouth, not so gently, making you gag repeatedly, but he kept your head from jerking back with his firm grip.

“As I said. You have something to be forgiven for.” He growled as you looked up at him, your face a mix from anger and frustration. You couldn’t help but let the tears come to your eyes at the horrible denial of your orgasm. That only made him chuckle.

“You gonna cry? Uh?” He fixed your hair back, pulling them into a ponytail, his fist as a hairband. “We can make a deal.” He smirked as he tilted his head to the side, looking down at you. Even his sapphire glistened with mischief. “You do whatever I tell you, and take whatever I give you… and I’ll let you cum,  yeah?” He smirked as he saw the hesitance in your eyes, but in the end, you did want to cum, so you just nodded your head.

“Stay here.” He chuckled as he moved away for a moment. “Close your eyes, baby.” You did as he said, closing your eyes, keeping your hands on your knees, waiting to feel his presence again. After a moment, you felt his fingers back on your lips, his thumb pushing to part them, so you complied, sucking in his thumb and licking it.

“So you know how to behave, don’t you?” He groaned as he slipped his thumb out and bent to slap your ass again, making you wince.

“Keep your eyes closed, and stay still, alright?” He said again.

“Y–Yes…” You waited there, feeling something cold against your lips.

“I know you need a lot of preparation for my cock, princess…” He pushed the cold hard, metal past your lips, and you hesitated for a moment. You moved your tongue around it and you had to restrain yourself from opening your eyes.

It was a gun.

“Something wrong?”

A fucking gun.

“Feeling something familiar?” You heard him chuckle, as he pushed the gun further. “Your friend liked it.”

The gun he used to shoot the guy.

“Look at me, princess.” You immediately looked up, seeing his smirk as he held the gun in your mouth. “You’re learning the lesson, aren’t you?” He pulled the gun out as you nodded. 

“Mh.” He looked down at you, then he threw the gun to the side, grabbing you by your neck. You immediately put your hands on his, whining, as he made you stand and pushed you back on the bed.

“You better fucking do.” He slapped your butt as you fell on the bed, he immediately grabbed your thighs, keeping them up, to put your legs at the sides of his head. 

“Aemo– AH!” You moaned and grabbed the sheets, trying to find something to hold on, to get away from him as he pushed his cock back in, to the very end.

“You’re mine.” He growled. “I want you, and I’m keeping you.” He hugged your thighs, as he started thrusting ferociously like an animal, your grip on the sheets only tightening even more as you cried out.

“Aemond! Ah– t–too much…” You whined as he kept you firm against him, his eye fixed on how your breasts moved up and down by the force of his hit.

He let go of your legs, leaning forward, wrapping one of his hands around your neck, and the other grabbing your boob, squeezing as if to taste its softness.

“I’m gonna break this fucking cunt if I have to.” He growls in your ear, his lips brushing on your neck. “I’ll break it, if this is what you need to fucking behave.” He sucked your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys down to your collarbone.

He raised his head to look at you, your face red and some hair glued to your face because of the sweat, Your eyes tear stained, and your expression mirroring the word ‘pleasure’.

“So beautiful…” He groaned as he sped up, going impossibly faster. You let out a high pitched moan feeling your climax building up again, quickly, but your moans were followed by a groan of desperation when he pulled out again.

“Aemond!” You sobbed as he picked you up in his arms. 

You cuddled up on his chest, as he sat on the bed, his back against the headrest. Your legs were shaking by the second denial, and you were at your limit.

“I’m sorry…” You whined as you let your fist fall on Aemond’s chest, sobbing. “I–I won’t do it ever again, I promise, please!” You let your hands roam on his chest, covered by sweat as well, only making it more attractive. He looked at you with a smirk as he caressed your cheeks gently, wiping your tears.

You started kissing his neck trailing down to his chest as you moved between his legs, as you kept sobbing.

You grabbed his hard cock, directing it in your mouth and quickly sucked him inside.

“Fuck– Baby…” Aemond groaned as he slipped a hand in your hair, pushing your head down. You took as much as you could and more, starting to bob your head, your lips and tongue massaging his girth as your hand worked the rest of him. You arched your back, knowing how he likes to see your ass up in the air as you suck him off. You moved your other hands down to his balls, massaging them in your hands.

“Jesus… Fuck baby that’s it… That’s how you behave…” He moaned as you moved your head down, your tongue pressing on the skin between his asshole and under his balls, making him gasp, as your hand kept working his length. You raised your head again, taking him back in your mouth as you let him guide you with his hand on your head, pushing you down until you gagged and your eyes filled with tears. Still you didn’t give up.

Your hands on his thighs, you pushed your head down completely, somehow, talking all of him in his mouth. You tried to stay there as long as you could, the loud groan coming from Aemond like music to your ears. You finally pulled back, gasping for air and looked at him.

He smiled at your messy face and hair.

“Ride me.” He ordered you, and you complied immediately.

It was one thing to give him a good blowjob as you half laid on the bed, but now, feeling how weak your legs were, you hoped you could keep going enough for his liking.

You crawled on top of him, raising yourself as he aligned his cock to your entrance. He looked up at you as he put a hand on your hip, guiding you down.

It just kept going. 

The moment you resisted a second, he tugged you down.

“Behave. Fucking sit on it.” He growled as he pushed you down completely, making you whine out loud.

You leaned forward, putting your hands on his chest for leverage, feeling him somehow deeper than before.

“A—Aemond…” You whined, but when you looked at him, you found him smiling, looking down at your stomach, as he pressed a hand there.

“Can you feel me baby?” He looked back at you. “You know no one can make you feel like this, right? No one but me.”

He thrusted up once, as a hint to make you start moving, and you did your best, really, but it was all too much for you.

The feeling of his cock so deep, the denied orgasm, not even the desperation to cum could help you move as fast as he would have liked. Still you tried your best, grinding on his cock, occasionally raising yourself to fall back down.

“Have I already fucked you that stupid? Uhm?” He clicked his tongue, as he grabbed you by the back of your neck, pulling you down, your faces side to side, as he grabbed your ass to keep it raised as he started thrusting up from beneath you.

Fast and hard.

You held on to his shoulders, every bit you took making you whine. His hands gripped you harder, his fingers digging painfully in your skin, so you tried to reach back with a hand, but he stopped you before you could even touch him, bending your arm on your back and immobilizing it there.

“Ah! Aemond— I— I need…” You moaned loudly, as again you heard his chuckle.

“I know what you need, princess.” He smirked as he slowed his pace, only to go harder. “But should I give it to you?”

He murmured in your ear, and for you it was immediate panic.

“Aemond please!” You sobbed, too fucked up to even care. “Please I—I will never ever ever let anyone else touch me other than you! I’m sorry I—I swear please I need this! I’m begging you!” You cried out, sobbing and stuttering between one thrust and the other.

“You’re that desperate, princess? You want it that much?” He asked you as he started picking up the pace again, and finally, finally you felt it again, that strong orgasm, one that you’re sure will completely lash you out.

“Yes! Yes— yes please… please… Ah! Ah—Aemond!” You were right there, so close… you were just about to cum, you just needed the last few thrusts.

“I’ll let you cum, baby… Then I’ll cum inside you, okay?” He groaned as he felt you squeezing him like a vice, as you were on the edge.

“Please… Ah— Aemond…” You almost screamed as you finally came, waves of pleasure washing all over your body, you legs started shaking uncontrollably, as you just collapsed on Aemond’s chest, hiding your face in his neck, as you barely registered the feeling of his cock that kept pushing inside you until he finally came with a low groan.

“Shh… shh you’re fine, princess…” Aemond patted the top of your head as he rolled on his side, bringing you with him, carefully holding you close.

You kept sobbing,as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re okay, I forgive you.” He kissed the top of your head, moving your hair back as he pulled your head back gently to look at you. “I love you.” He whispered.

You smiled weakly, and kissed him softly.

“I love you too.” You answered as he wiped your tears away. “I’m yours.”

“I know.”

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[futurewdclandonorris]

Dinner Reservation | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader

Summary: you had plans to go out, Lando had other. Watch what happens when you tell him no

Warnings: barely any plot just smut, light dom Lando, kinda bratty both Lando and the reader, and assholes too (idk what came over me, I thought I was being funny) some cringe bits for the sake of the 'plot' but we move, kinda long that's why I included word count, hint of exhibitionism, unprotected sex

Word count: 5389

A/N: Okay, I really need to learn how to write summaries, if anyone wants to be my editor you can hit me up. Perks are you get to see the original copy before I rewrite it for tumblr

Credits to @twinkodium for prompting this idea and brainstorming it with me ♥

You stepped out of the shower with nothing, but a towel wrapped around your body. Not bringing any clothes with you, you proceeded out of the bathroom to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. He was sprawled out on the bed, obviously dissatisfied about something–still in his hoodie and black sweats–but the moment you opened the door, his whole demeanor changed, his hungry eyes following you as you strolled across the room to your still unpacked suitcase. Bending down to get your underwear, you felt two arms wrap around your waist, stopping you mid motion.

You smirked, popping your behind and pressing it harder against his pelvis as you fished a pair of panties from the case. He lowly grunted, removing your hair from one shoulder to another, which gave him a clean access for planting a kiss on your neck.

"Plans canceled, why don't you get on the bed for me, gorgeous?" he murmured against your skin.

You tried to sustain your smile, finding the whole situation amusing. Getting a hold of yourself, you turned around to face him.

"We can't cancel plans just because you suddenly got horny." you playfully rolled your eyes. "They're waiting for us."

The plan was to go out and grab dinner with Oscar and Lily. Something like a double date and get together outside business hours.

"They can wait." he still had that stupid grin on his face, brushing his fingertips over the side of yours, his eyes roaming all over your features.

"No, they can't. You're acting like a spoiled child, you know that?" you teased, giving him a playful shove. "Now go get ready, we're already late as it is. They're probably wondering where we are." you urged and knowing there was no point further arguing with you, he scoffed and walked over to the dresser.

"You're acting like we don't spend three weekends a month with them," he protested, buttoning his shirt only a halfway up. "But fine. If you won't listen to me now, I'll bend you over that goddamn dinner table and fuck you in front of everyone. Maybe that will be more appealing to you-"

"Don't be ridiculous." you snorted a laugh.

"Say I won't do it." he stood tall and incredibly close in front of you, his eyes boring into yours making you feel smaller than you were. And you could swear, you didn't know if your wetness was from the shower or somethin else entirely different.

"Please, dress up, sweetheart." he finished, his voice somewhat mocking, leaving you to clutch your panties to your chest standing in the middle of the room.

This whole ordeal may or may have not resulted in you changing the outfit you had in mind from the top. Instead of an orange sundress, you slipped into a white linen bodycon dress that perfectly hugged your curves, cut out sides exposing your toned waist and highlighting your hip bones. Deep v neck brought exposure to your cleavage as well.

Studying yourself in the mirror, the material was so thin it was almost see through. Lando absolutely hated loved this dress. You completed the look with some white sandals. You were in the process of putting on your gold earrings when Lando walked in.

"Are you anywhere near do-" he choked out, eyes turning a darker shade of green as they scanned you from head to toe. He cleared his throat before speaking "You look amazing, darling." he complimented, with a little bitter taste to the pet name he just called you, obviously not approving of the attire. Jackpot.

"Thank you, darling." you grinned as you walked up to him and pecked his cheek, completely ignoring the fact he was fuming.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Lead the way." you responded, your lips still curved into a smile, and laced your hands together.

On the drive to the restaurant, his knuckles turned completely white from how strong his grip on the steering wheel was. His eyes never darted from the road, not even once. No hand holding nor even one kiss at the red light. But instead, you drove in silence, only soft music playing from the radio making any noise as you tried to hide your satisfaction, which you will probably come to regret later, looking out the window.

As expected, Oscar and Lily arrived before you. You apologized for keeping them waiting, but they said they only just got there a few minutes ago due to traffic. A waiter immediately approached you and had your orders right under way in a few moments.

During dinner, Lando wasn't completely ignoring you, but he wasn't really paying attention or engaging with you either. Which didn't come off as strange or like something was wrong between you. You girls had your girl talk and boys had their boy talk. Lily couldn't always attend a race weekend and it's been a while since you last saw her. But there was a mischievous spark in his eyes, only someone who had known him for years could notice, telling you he was planning something.

First, he'd casually drop his hand on your thigh under the table and just rest it there, and then remove it without a second thought, continuing his conversation with Oscar like nothing happened. After a while, he'd put it back on, only higher this time and gently grasp the skin, his thumb drawing circles. Your muscles tensed and made you jump in your seat. He noticed, of course, without sparing you a second glance and dragged his palm up and down your inner thigh like that was going to soothe you. He stopped and left you alone once more when your main course arrived.

While waiting for dessert, his fingers brushed the fabric of your panties without previous warning that made you gasp audibly and place your elbows on the table to support your forehead with your hands, making all cutlery clank. That finally drove some confused looks from Oscar and Lily.

"Are you alright?" Lily asked, curiosity getting the best of her cause this wasn't the first time you jumped in your seat during the conversation.

"I'm fine." you breathed, faking a smile. You turned towards Lando and hissed, covering your mouth "What are you doing?"

He leaned closer into your side, his lips brushing your earlobe as he whispered "I'm thinking about having my dessert now." his fingers still feathered over you. You gave him a wide eyed look. "Say I won't do it." he repeated his words from earlier that instantly made you blush.

"You... you're crazy." you whispered back, glancing sideways at the confused faces around you, most likely thinking you were talking about the weather. God, you hoped they were thinking you were talking about the weather.

"Say it." he insisted, his palm coming to a stop on your pussy.

You bit your lip, getting a clear image of him bending you over the table while Lily, Oscar and the waiter looked on as Lando fucked you right in front of them. It made you wet and you hated yourself for it.

"I... I'm saying it." you mumbled.

"What?" he took a sip of his drink.

"I'm saying it." you leaned closer as the people around you were now completely involved in their own conversations, acting like they didn't hear you the first time. "I'm saying you won't do it." maybe one thing Lando often forgets is how stubbornly bratty you can get.

Lando started, but was interrupted by the waiter coming to pick up your dessert orders. He only quickly added that you will settle this later. The Great Dessert Debate concluded after you were done with your meals. Lily was lobbying for ice cream, Oscar insisting on sorbet, Lando not really giving a damn as long as he wasn't going to have cake and you, of course, wanted something naughty. Oscar finally convinced Lily that sorbet would taste better than ice cream and they decided to get it to-go to bring home. You sighed and ordered cheesecake eventually.

"I changed my mind." Lando started. "I won't be having any dessert here." he smirked and glanced at you.

Idle as he was, he didn't waste an opportunity to dip his hand between your thighs once more and stroke you up and down as soon as you dipped your spoon in your cheesecake. You could've made a scene, but how you were practically purring in your seat, you decided not to.

"Don't move and finish your little treat," he murmured and brought his lips to your cheek and kissed it. "I'm sure sugar will give you enough energy for what's about to come later." you could almost choke as you swallowed.

He squeezed your thigh again under the table, giving you a once over and letting his eyes settle on your mouth. You knew what he was trying to do. He was attempting to turn you on in public while everyone else was almost done with their desserts and it worked, damn it. He didn't stop touching you until dessert was over and the bill was paid, but this time he slid his palm all the way up to your slit and stroked you through the fabric while you were busy–struggling–saying goodbye to Lily and Oscar.

You almost didn't want to get in the car with him, but to drag him to the nearest restroom and have him there. You were just on the verge of exploding, burning and dying a death of a thousand orgasms that needed to be let out, and let out now.

He put the car in drive, with you sitting right next to him, still wet and hard and throbbing. You didn't bother to keep your voice low this time. You huffed and fumed, wanting nothing more than to choke his pretty little neck.

"What is wrong with you?" you hissed.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, looking at you out of the corner of his eye to avoid a car accident with a grin on his face. He really is fucking crazy, you thought.

"You're so damn frustrating. Why haven't you touched me yet?"

"I'm touching you now." he smirked.

"You asshole! You're not touching me-Ah!" you yelped as he dug his thumb into your wetness and began rubbing you, his left hand steadily steering. You spread your legs as far as the car allowed and pulled your knee up, giving him as much access as you could.

"Oh god..." you relaxed and succumbed to your pleasure, making his thumb work at its full potential.

His other fingers were busy playing with your pussy, tracing the fabric to your entrance, but never actually going inside. You were breathing heavily as his fingers grazed closer to your clit each time he would repeat his movements. His thumb found your clit and started massaging it while his pointer and middle finger pulled your panties to the side and slipped in, parting your walls. You shuddered and moaned, but kept your eyes on the road ahead of you.

The way he was touching you was incredible, you were so wet that you could already feel the heat radiating from your skin. And he was doing all that while driving. One hand on the steering wheel, the other one down your panties.

He looked really hot, you had to admit to yourself, as you bit your lip glancing over at him. His eyes fixed on the road, concentration evident on his face as he drilled into you with his right hand. You wanted to lean over and kiss him.

His fingers curled inside of you, hitting that spot. Pumping in and out, you were getting more and more jerky in the passenger seat, only the seat belt restraining you from bucking your hips forward. It was getting so good, so painfully good when he pulled his fingers out of you.

"Don't do that." you whined, as he noticed your hips jerking and tried to move his hand to make you come.

"What?"

"That," you breathed, "Pull your fingers out of me."

He chuckled and put his palm over your pussy again, stroking you from the top. You started getting wetter and your breaths got faster and louder.

"Lando... Please! Don't." you muttered, knowing that in a matter of minutes you'd achieve sweet release.

He continued nonetheless, his nails scratching your skin every time the pad of his thumb would meet with your clitoris. You groaned and spread your legs wider, moaning Lando's name as you came.

"Seriously?" he chuckled again, stopping at the red light.

"Shut up." you glared at him and puffed your disheveled hair out of your face. He was still smiling. "That was not funny." you hissed, removing his hand from you.

"I agree." he said, undeterred by your actions. He brought the hand that was on your pussy up to his mouth and licked his fingers clean. "Mm, now this is what I call dessert." he moaned, licking his lips and savoring the taste. "And that was your first orgasm of the night, babe."

"You're an asshole." you pouted.

"So you've told me." he drove off, his hand coming back to rub your thigh.

"Lando, I'm serious," you grabbed his fingers and pushed them away. "Stop."

"Babe, you should really learn to finish what you start." he said, his cottage cheese fingers now replaced by the dripping wetness of his mouth. "Did you forget?"

"I hate you."

"You love me."

"I'm marrying you for your money."

"And your body." he added, letting his fingers lick your inner thigh.

"You bastard."

"We still have business to run when we get home." he announced, glancing quickly over at you. But your eyes were already half-lidded and there was a pleasant ache between your legs.

"Just drive." you muttered.

"I'm serious." he lightly chuckled, putting his right hand on your leg and rubbing you solidly through your skirt.

"We'll see." you adjusted yourself in the seat. You closed your eyes as you made yourself comfortable, enjoying the rest of the ride home.

Like he knew you needed a bit more rest, he took a longer route home. Pulling into your driveway, you smirked as the lights illuminated your face. You cleared your throat and fixed your skirt before exiting the car and sauntering over to the front of the house without giving a second glance to Lando. You made sure to sway your hips a little extra to grab his attention which worked, considering you were already unlocking the front door when you heard a soft click of his car door, meaning he stayed behind. Your feet were killing you and you only got to kick off one shoe when a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.

"Back where we started," he whispered.

"Something like that." you smiled, your hand grabbing the nape of his neck as you kicked the other shoe off. You stood flat on your bare feet, significantly shorter than him now.

He traced your shoulder with kisses up to your neck, his palms riding up your waist to cup your breasts. A low moan escaped you as he thumbed your nipple. You let your head fall back on his shoulder as your hips began to grind against him.

"I want you." you breathed into his ear.

He was hard against you and you could already feel yourself dripping wet for him. He turned you around, smashing your lips together as he picked you up and carried you to the living room couch. He sat down with you straddling him, your kissing already turned into a heavy make out session, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth and vice versa.

One hand on your hip helping you rock back and forth, the other one on your jaw and throat, choking lightly and keeping your head in place. His hips buckled up as you sped your movements, making him hiss into your mouth and bite harder on your lower lip. You let out a soft cry, but didn't let that stop you.

Now both of his hands roamed the open back of your dress, his face pressed flat in your cleavage until he brought one of his hands and tugged harshly down at the top of your dress, afraid you heard something snap.

"Oh, did I rip it? Did I rip it for good this time?" he got a bit too overly excited for your liking.

"Yeah, I think one of my straps snapped." you breathed, flustered.

"Thank god!" he exclaimed, rubbing his nose in your cleavage. "I've been waiting for this day."

"I didn't realize you were such a fan of this dress." you sarcastically remarked, rolling your eyes, knowing damn well how he felt about it. You glanced down and saw he had torn the top of the dress almost to your belly button.

"Sorry." he grinned.

"No, you're not." you couldn't help but laugh. "You're going to make me buy a new one." you said, trying to push his face back into your cleavage.

"I'll pay for it." he nodded. You shook your head dismissively, deciding to let the subject go.

Coming up to your breasts, he pressed his palms over them before rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. You moaned as he did, his breath hot on your skin. He moved his mouth to suck on your left breast, closing his eyes and taking in your scent. You let your hand fall to his waist, pulling at his belt. He glanced up, his eyes meeting yours, but only for a moment, before his tongue swirled around your right nipple. Your breath hitched when he grazed you with his teeth, your right hand tugging on his curls. He let your nipple pop out of his mouth before dragging his teeth over your skin, the sensation sending electric currents through you.

"I have an idea-"

"Oh no-"

"Can you stand up for me, please, love?" he innocently grinned up at you.

Just out of pure curiosity you listened to him. He turned you around so that your back was facing him.

"You're going to rip the rest off me, aren't you?"

"Guilty." he pulled the remaining strap down. Your hands were on the couch now, bracing yourself and waiting for his next move.

"You're so dirty." you said, unable to resist sounding disappointed.

"And you're so wet." he said, his fingers pressed up against your drenched panties.

"Shut up." you shuddered, his breath warming the back of your neck.

The fire in you was burning now. You felt his hands snake around your neck and his hot breath on your ear.

"Just because I don't like this dress doesn't mean I don't love you. I love you so much." he whispered.

"I love you more." you replied, relaxed.

He leaned in and kissed your back, all the way down your spine, making you shudder at the feeling of his soft lips against your skin. His hands gently grabbed the remaining fabric of the dress on your hips and in one swift motion, tore it off your body.

"Whoops," he said, dropping the shreds that once made up a dress on the floor.

"You tease." you smirked over your shoulder.

"You love it."

You nodded. You felt his hands gently grab your hips as he pushed you forward a bit and stood up behind you. One of his hands spread across your lower back and the other reached down to grasp on your thigh. He pulled you back against him and you could feel his hardness in between your ass cheeks as he kissed your shoulder. You felt his hand wander up your inner thigh and lightly graze your clit. You moaned in approval and he took that as a cue to keep going. He slipped a finger or two inside you and it was almost instant that he was tapping your g-spot.

"Lando." you breathed, fully leaning on him for support.

"Yes, love?" his voice was deep and low.

"I want you." you whined for the second time that evening.

"And you'll have me." he said, without providing much information on when that will be.

He laid you back on the couch, opening your legs to slide his arms in between your thighs. He lifted your butt off the couch and you wrapped your arms tight around his neck, anticipating the moment where he'd have his face between your legs.

He descended on top of you, his lips kissing your neck before moving over to your ear. His teeth grazed your earlobe and you shuddered as he sucked.

"More." you panted, your fingers clawing at his shirt.

He smirked, giving your ear one last lick before moving his attention to your lips. His rough hands maneuvered over your skin, finally gripping your breasts and pinching your nipples. Your hands cupped his face as he roughly bit down on your lower lip, then moving to your jaw and then your neck.

You pulled off his dress shirt as he attacked your neck with his mouth and his teeth. Your eyes fluttered close as his teeth sank into your shoulder. He pulled away, leaving a series of hickeys on your skin. He climbed back on top of you, his hands snaking down to grab your ass. He looked into your eyes, biting down on his lip as he pushed his hardness into your thigh. You wiggled your hips, getting impatient for him to be inside of you.

"So impatient," he remarked. "Can't you see I'm trying to take my time with you?"

"This is torture." you said instead.

"Now, baby," he said, kissing his way down from in between your chest to your stomach. "No need for dramatics."

Positioning his face just above your pussy, he gently removed your panties as he pushed your legs a bit more forward, angling you just the way he wanted you. Without previous warning, he ran his hot tongue all over you. Oh, god, real torture begins now, you thought.

A moan chocked in your throat as your mouth hung agape. It didn't take long for him to start lapping around your folds, suck on your clit and fuck into your entrance with his pointy tongue. You were a squirmy and moany mess, one hand pulling on his hair, the othe one gripping the couch, but he didn't cease. In fact, it only encouraged him to flick his tongue over your sensitivity and keep tasting you up.

Thighs shaking and repeatedly panting his name, your climax arrived sooner that you anticipated. He licked you clean one last time before getting on top of you once more and kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips. You sank your teeth into his bottom lip as you sucked on it, receiving a moan into your mouth from him. He gave you a few more pecks before pulling you up by your arms into his embrace.

"What do you say we take this to the bedroom?" he questioned.

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as he carried you like a child in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist.

He dropped you on the bed and fumbled with his pants. That gave you an opportunity to quickly get on your knees and take his belt off and unbutton his pants. He got the hint, taking them down. You rested your head on his thigh, looking up at him–pouting–as you stroked the bulge in his boxers. You probably couldn't count how many times he actually got a boner this evening and had to fight it. His lips parted, shaky breaths escaping him.

"Please..." he begged, fingers raking through your hair.

He didn't have to tell you twice to take his boxers off. After all, you could no longer deny him his pleasure after everything you've put him through this evening. He deserved his little treat. His length sprung forward and you rested it on your tongue. He shuddered, holding your head as you bobbed on him. You started going faster and it wasn't long before you could feel him twitching in your mouth.

You usually didn't do this, but you wanted to tease him as much as you could. When you felt him starting to lose his grip, you stopped and smiled as you looked up at him. Strands of saliva connected your mouth to his cock. He looked at you with a desperate look, his hands holding your head still.

"Why did you stop?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Because you wanted to," you said, beaming.

He shook his head dismissively, returning a smile. You wrapped your lips around his tip again, sucking on him as hard as you could. His head fell back onto his shoulder, his eyes closed in ecstasy. You gripped him in your hands, stroking him as you bobbed your head up and down.

You stopped when it felt like his cock was about to burst. You let go and looked up at him and he caught you before you could say anything. He pulled you up and his lips crashed onto yours. The taste of him was still on your tongue, but you didn't mind. He kissed you tighter, his hands wrapped around your body, his fingers clawing at your lower back.

"Please, stop fucking teasing me." he groaned.

"I'm sorry." I pouted. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Want to show me just how sorry you are? Huh?" he grabbed your jaw, fixing your eyes on him. You nodded in response, this play only turning you on. "I'm going to fuck you right here." he muttered, his voice husky with lust. "Right on this bed, where I have fucked you numerous times before." he took your arms and pinned them to your sides. "Don't. Fight. Me." he warned, making sure not to repeat previous mistakes.

You shook your head and let out a nervous giggle.

"That's my girl." he leaned forward to kiss you again.

You moaned into it, pressing your body against him. His palm rubbed up your leg, parting it wider as he went to your thigh. He held your leg as he slipped it over his shoulder, his fingers brushing faintly over you, your hips bucking against him, urging him to go. He obliged by slipping two fingers. Your back arched up, your head falling back as you groaned.

"So wet for me." he grinned.

"You just don't know what you do to me." you explained, rocking your hips, enjoying the feeling of his fingers filling you up.

"I'll show you what I'm going to do to you." he claimed, gripping your hand and intertwining your fingers. His other hand was working its way further up your thigh and stopping above your knee.

"Do it, Lando." you pleaded.

He hoisted your other leg over his shoulder as well, changing the angle of your body and pushed himself into you. You twisted your head to look at him, your mouth hanging open as you let out a loud cry.

"Oh, fuck me, Lando..." you said breathily.

"Say my name." he rocked his hips faster.

"Lando," you gasped, your thighs beginning to shake.

"Louder." he commanded, squeezing your ass in his hands. "You're louder when you come."

"Lan... Lando!" you moaned, throwing your head back again.

The feeling was so overwhelming that you could feel yourself on the brink of climax. Your thighs started to shake violently and your stomach felt like it was being tickled on the inside. You moaned his name, trying to stifle a scream as you felt the most intense orgasm wash over you. You felt like you were going to pass out. It really had to be the most incredible feeling you ever experienced. You could feel him still hunched over you, filling you up.

"Lay down," he ordered.

"I can't even move," you gasped. "I'm numb."

"Good." he chuckled. "It means you enjoyed yourself."

"What about you?" you asked him.

"I'm covered in you." he kissed you. "That's more than enough."

"I want to make you feel good." you said, trying to catch your breath.

"That's something I'll have to work for." he smirked at you, rolling his cock inside you.

You bit your lip to keep you from moaning as you twisted your hips and dug your nails into his skin. He started kissing and sucking on your neck and your hands fell to his shoulders.

"I think you've had enough fun." he said, nibbling on your ear.

"Too much is never enough." you giggled. "Just stay inside me." you whispered as you put your arms back around his neck.

"I can do that." he smiled before kissing you.

He started thrusting in and out of you slowly, changing the angle again. You moaned into the kiss, your arms tightening around him. You started rocking your hips in sync with his thrusts, filling you up even more. He let go of your arms and cupped your face, still kissing you. You moved your hands to his neck and tangled your fingers into his hair.

"Oh, my god," you moaned into his mouth. "This feels so good."

"Tell me what you feel," he said between kisses.

"I feel full." you said breathily. "Like your cock is stretching me out." this dirty talk made you giggle.

"Tell me how it feels filling you up." he encouraged.

"I feel like I'm ready to burst," you said, shuddering. "I love it."

He pushed into you deeper and his lips found your collar bone.

"Good," he groaned. "I want you to feel good."

"I do." you breathed. "Oh, my god, I do." your eyes rolled back.

"Are you going to come again?" he asked, changing the speed of his thrusts.

"I don't know." you said. "Don't stop." you hugged him closer.

You felt the muscles in your body tightening and you knew you were about to climax again. He pulled back and looked down at you.

"Stay with me." he said, thrusting harder.

"I can't." you moaned.

He lifted you up, changing the position again. He slid out of you slightly then pushed in hard, hitting you in the right spot.

"Oh, fuck," you moaned, arms falling back to your side. "Fuck!" you screamed.

"Good girl," he pulled your face up and kissed you.

You came so hard that your vision went blurry and you felt like passing out again. You could feel him still thrusting into you, trying to keep pace. You bucked against him, your hips constricting as he came inside of you, groaning your name. He put you back down on the bed, his hands still on your body, gently rubbing your skin. You felt like you were on top of the world.

"I love you." you said, turning your head to face him. "So much."

"I love you." he replied, kissing your forehead.

"I'm sorry if I was a bit bratty today." you snuggled closer to him.

"Nah, I deserved it." he played with your fingers on his stomach. "And if I didn't, I know why you do it anyway." he shot you a quick glance.

"Oh, really?" you challenged.

"Uh huh. Don't get me wrong, it's hot and all, but babe, if you want me to fuck you hard all you have to do is ask."

"You're unbelievable." you shoved his shoulder and turned around, getting further away from him as possible. "Let's see the next time I behave like that and you don't get anything." you tucked yourself in with a duvet.

"Babe," he called and rolled his body closer to yours, hugging you from behind. "It was a joke. With some truth in it, but you know-"

You turned around just to hit his chest."

"Asshole."

"Princess."

You snuggled into the crook of his neck as he rested his chin on top of your head, your limbs tangled together.

"Prick."

"Babygirl."

"Wanker."

"If you want round three just say that." even though you both laughed, you still hit him with your fist.

"Fucking idiot."

"Love of my life."

You're not sure when exactly did he stop whispering names of endearment in your ear for you fell asleep in his arms to the sound of his voice with a hint of a smile plastered on your face.

[aphroditesswan]

orgasm denial w kinich 🙏🙏 like he's ramming into u hard but once he feels that ur abt to cum, he slows down his pace and repeats until he finally lets u cum all over him🤭🤭

how could i ever say no to requests? esp when you guys match my freak 🫦

fem reader + mexican kinich, orgasm denial obviii, praise, rough sex, p in v, implied squirting, implied dumbification, biting n such 👅👅

he’d do absolutely anything to hear you cry his name. now kinich wasn’t evil, but he was mean.

if anything, he was bordering on cruel with the pace he set. archons sake, you couldn’t even think of a time today or in the past few days where you could’ve warranted this treatment. sure, kinich was mean but not often was he this mean.

you couldn’t even really think straight anyways with how he picked up his pace, almost completely ignoring the dangerous creaking of the bed.

“kin-! please, pleaseee don’t slow this time.” how you managed to get that through moans and whimpers he couldn’t believe, but you’re crazy if you think he’s letting up.

“shhh, it’s barely been an hour, just a bit more hermosa.”

it wasn’t his fault, really. with him at the edge of the bed with you in front of him, just looking up at him and holding onto his shoulders for dear life, kinich swore he would’ve came ages ago if not for the shred of self control he had.

he enjoyed your begging above all else. seeing just how much you could plead with him before either your voice or your brain gave out. he could tell a lot from just your voice, how it pitched a bit when he hit just the right spot inside you, how you pleaded just a little bit more desperately when you were close for the nth time that night.

that was his signal to slow to the most agonizing pace he could with how he could feel his own self control slipping.

he couldn’t keep this up forever and he knew it, even he had his limits and they most certainly were being tested tonight. he had closed his eyes to focus on not cumming when he felt your hand snake up to the back of his neck with the other still holding his bicep. fuck, he was gonna cum if you kept touching him like that.

he was already leaning over you, but he could feel you pulling him further down so his chest almost touched yours. the slow of pace was very necessary now because damn it he was so close and damn you because you could tell.

“please kin go faster?”

he heard the breath and the desperation in your voice and he suddenly didn’t care anymore, his own moans filling your ears as he picked up the pace again.

“fuck, you were waiting huh? cum when you wanna, mi hermosa.”

he grabbed the hand the held the back of his neck and kissed your knuckles before leaning down to kiss down your neck and leave bites where he saw fit. this time, his pace didn’t falter when he felt you were close. he brought his hand down to rub quick circles to your clit, mumbling something in your ear that you could barely comprehend in your state.

“there you go baby, thats it. you wanna cum, yeah? almost there, princesa- fuck,,”

he held your hip with one hand just to steady you, going a bit harder than before just to get you to finish with him. he enjoyed the way your hands held onto him so desperately, how your legs twitched and moved to wrap around him before he pushed them back down. kinich is a responsible man, he can’t cum inside you yet. he still has the smallest shred of self control.

he enjoyed the way your voice pitched as you coated him with yourself, but the satisfaction on his face when he got you like this showed so much more than just enjoyment. he could almost see that same look in your eyes when he released onto your stomach, panting from both of you filling the room instead of harmonizing moans.

happy freaktober yall 👅👅

[starzify]

hii, I've seen you're taking requests! I was wondering if you could write a smut of ethan landry doing a gamer reader while she plays a game, and she does her best not to mind because she can't leave the game or she'll lose the progress and stuff

A/N: yesss!! i’m not sure if this is how you wanted it to go but i hope you like it :)

♡ GAMER GIRL - ethan landry

PAIRING ethan landry x fem!reader

WARNINGS smut, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, dom!ethan, sub!reader.

MASTERLIST

↓ MDNI ↓

Your eyes have been glued to the computer screen for the past hour, your fingers dancing all over the keyboard. You were playing a video game and you were determined not to lose the project. Your boyfriend on the other hand was whining and yelling at you, repeatedly asking you stop gaming for now. “Can you get off of that stupid fucking game for Christ’s sake?” Ethan yelled. “Just a minute!” You said happily even though you’ve been saying that for the past hour. “Me when i lie.” He scoffed.

After 10 minutes, he got sick of your shit. Ethan walked over to you placing his chin over your head. “Hi, baby.” You cooed. He stayed silent, going to your side to plant soft kisses all over your face and down to your neck. You held in your breath. You can’t let that get in the way of your game. “What are you doing?” You asked timidly as you felt his hand going lower down your thigh. “Mm…nothing.” He mumbled before pulling you into a passionate kiss. You felt him pulling away, getting down on his knees in front of you. Ethan lifted your skirt up, revealing your white lace panties. “Is this okay?” He sayed looking up at you with lustful eyes. “Yes.”

He pulled your panties down, his mouth immediately diving into your pussy. You moaned, your hands latching onto the roofs of his hair. He pulled away, entering two fingers and you lose it. “Fuck!” You cried out, completely forgetting about your game. He put his mouth back on your pussy while fingering you, making your eyes roll back and hands grip onto his hair tighter. He stopped all of his movements. “Ethan?” You whimpered. He ignores you. He picked you up from your gaming chair and placed you on your bed. “Shh…I’m gonna make you feel so good you’re gonna forget about your game.” He said. You already did, but you won’t let him know that.

You helped Ethan pull down his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his large cock. He teased your entrance before entering it. “Oh, fuck.” You both moan. He started moving his pace, making the pleasure even more intense for you. “You’re doing so good for me.” He praised, his hands groping your boobs from under your shirt. “It’s too much.” You moaned from the mind blowing pleasure as he pounded into you. “Come on, baby. You can take it.” He groaned going harder and faster. He looked down at you. Your baby hairs were stuck to your forehead from the beads of sweat, your lips turning crimson red due to how much you’ve bitten down on it. “I’m gonna cum.” You groaned, feeling your climax near.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He mumbled and he kept thrusting into you to ride your climax out. You both came down from your high, becoming a panting mess. “I’m gonna go shower, care to join?” You offered with a playful smirk on your face. “I would rather die than refuse that offer.” He joked making you both laugh.

[seungfl0wer]

*𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨? 𝙈𝙚? 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.*

Pairing: Changbin x Reader (fem)

Genre: Smut (smallest bit of angst)

Warnings: Slight choking, slight finger sucking, unprotected sex, (P in V), pull out game (wow not a Creampie unheard of here), fingering, passiveness, slightly proof read, probably missed some.

These were Requested from my prompt list numbers: 17 “I’m not blushing, I’m just hot” 29 “That’s not what I said” and 31 “Jealous? Me? Never”

-🖤

Flashing lights, people mingling and loud music. Not what you would normally be doing on a Thursday night but your “friend” asked you to come. He however was talking with a few people in the center of the club. Every now and then he’ll look your way but he really hasn’t been around you much. I mean for fuck sakes he asked you here and isn’t even talking to you? You sighed drinking back your second drink, you walked your way over to the bar to grab another. A tall skinny man approached you “what’s a beautiful lady like you doing alone at a club?” He said with a sweet smile.

“Well I wasn’t alone..” you said taking back your drink. “That so? Whoever would just leave you is pretty dumb. I’d make sure no one would come close to you” he said getting a bit closer “can I have another beer? And another drink for the pretty lady” he said flashing a toothy smile. “Ha thanks” you said smiling back. Although you came with changbin you two weren’t dating. Sure you guys were more like friends with benefits but he’s never really seemed to want more. Plus he’s totally blown you off this whole time so honestly? Screw him.

The tall man clinked his drink at yours “wanna dance?” He said taking your hand pulling you off the stool. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you to him swaying his hips. He laid his head in the crook of your neck as he swayed you both. This whole interaction wasn’t going unnoticed by changbin though. It didn’t bother him too much when he was close to you at the bar however the moment he touched you. The moment you flashed that smile back at him made his blood boil. “I’ll be right back” he said leaving the group to mingle amongst themselves.

He made a beeline to you, neither of you realizing. The other man left soft kisses to your neck pulling your ass as close to him as possible. Hands on your hips now back against his body as you swayed back and forth. The music drowning everything out the lights making your vision a bit blurry. You felt the man being yanked back before a hand came down grabbing your wrist. “Keep your hands off my girl” the familiar voice talking as they pulled you to them. You looked up to see Changbin fuming. “You’re the one that left her alone at a club you moron” the tall man hissed back.

Changbin glared at the man “so you just come swoop in and save her huh? Spare me you’re just trying to get your dick wet” he almost growled at him. The man rolled his eyes “whatever dude, you’re the dumbass that’s off talking to his friends when he’s got such a beautiful girl in-front of him. Maybe get your priorities straight” the man said rolling his eyes. He looked at you “whenever he ends up fumbling come find me yeah? I’ll make sure to treat you like the queen you are” he said flashing you a smile before walking off.

Changbin stared as the guy left before looking down at you “We’re leaving” he said as he pulled you by your wrist. While trying to protest you made it to the car “get in” he said opening the car door. “Why should i?” You said with a huff looking into his eyes. “Because I’m your ride now let’s go” he said trying to scooch you in the door. You rolled your eyes but sat down, as he got in his sighed loudly. Starting the car he looked over at you with a scowl eyes looking over your face. “What?” You said grumpily. “What? What?? I just can’t believe you. You came here. With me. Why were you getting handsy with someone else?”

“Changbin you left me!” You sigh “besides we’re not even dating so what’s it matter?” You said looking out the window now. “Just take me home and come back and your fun? Sorry for ruining it” you said softly. You still felt a bit angry however sadness came over you. “Y/n that’s not what I said, I didn’t say anything about you ruining my night. You didn’t ruin anything.” He said placing his hand on yours. “And.. and for you.. for us not dating? I guess I never asked you.. I’m sorry” he said thumb rubbing against your hand. You looked over at him with a soft smile “ugh just take me home so I can kiss you and maybe smack you” you said with a giggle.

He smiled taking your hand in his interlocking fingers as he drove home. When you finally get home he’s pushing you against the wall kissing you passionately. His lips making their way to your neck kissing and sucking sloppily. He’s leaving nice red, purply marks all over your neck. “Gonna mark you where everyone can see it. So they know you’re mine” he said kissing you lips softly his hand coming down to pull up your dress. Fingers slipping into your panties rubbing slow circles over your clit. Before you could let out a moan he chased your lips slipping his tongue into your mouth.

He swallowed any moan that tried to escape your lips as he slipped his fingers into you. He pulled away a string of saliva connecting you two. He leaned his head against yours as he started to pump his fingers into you. Your legs started to get wobbly as his fingers were relentless curling inside you. His thumb coming up to play with your clit as best as he could. His hand came up tangling in your hair pulling your head back “look at you, coming undone just from my fingers? You’re close aren’t you?”

You nod “so close” you said softly as you felt your walls ready to release. He smirked pulling his hand away making you whine. He chuckled “don’t worry I’ll give you something better” he said while dropping his pants. He picked you up wrapping your legs around him pushing your body against the wall. He grabbed the base of his shaft spitting on his hand as he pumped his cock a bit. He aligned himself to you leaning his head down to suck harshly again to your neck. As he did he let his cock head slip into you giving you no warning.

He pushed deep into you bottoming out before quickly fucking into you. His hips smacked in and out of you as he groaned. His hand that was in your hair wrapped around your neck pressing perfectly. “I want you to cum on my cock, because I’m the only one that can make you feel this way. Not that- not that asshole” he said his hips moving at a rough pace. He was going so fast his cock head hitting your g-spot. “Who’s the only one that can make you feel this good hmm?” He said hand loosening around your neck. You didn’t respond though only moaning. He squeezed your neck again stopping his thrusts completely. “I said. Who’s the only one that can make you feel this good my little bun hmm?” He said against your ear.

“Y-ou. Ch-changbin” you said words stuttering out. He smirked as his hips went back to their relentless pace the hand around your neck coming to your lips. You started to suck on them making him groan. When he pulled them out he met them against your clit swirling your spit against your sensitive nub. “Gonna cum for me? Cum on my cock bun.” He said his hand gripping on your ass cheek. His nails digging into you, he repositioned himself bringing you further down on his cock.

“Binnie- fuck you’re so deep-“ you managed to get out. “Yeah? Feel me deep in your stomach?” He said as he thrusted hard into you, your hands gripped at his back digging into them. “Gonna- fuck-“ you said. His lips crashed against yours as he hit deep again and again. The thrusts pulling your orgasm fast, cumming hard around Changbins girthy cock. He bit at your lip as your body squirmed under him. “Fuck-“ is all he could get out before pulling out and cumming all over your stomach and tits.

He kissed you again before leaning his head against yours. As you both caught your breath Bin brought you over to sit on the couch while he ran to get you a towel. “If this is how you get when you’re jealous I’ll have to do it again” you said with a little laugh. He rolled his eyes “jealous? Me? Never” he said touching his chest as if you’d hurt his feelings. He smiled “although anyone would be jealous if their girlfriend was getting hit on” he said staring at you to see your reaction. “Girlfriend?” You said with a soft blush against your face.

He nods “if you’ll be mine?” He said eyes looking over you. You smile nodding yes back at him “of course!” He smiled in response to your words. Bringing you to kiss him “my beautiful girlfriend” he said. Your face turned red at his sweet words. “Aah look how cute you’re when you blush” he teased. “I’m not blushing, it’s just hot- we did just you know” you said trying to change the subject. “Yeah yeah, it’s cute though” he said kissing you again.

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[killuintense]

olá!, gostaria de fazer um pedido, onde leon e o leitor estão em um momento íntimo +18 e o leitor acaba esguichando nele 👉👈(se puder, pois o leitor é mais novo que o leon) ♡🧸

❝ delicious ❞

leon kennedy x fem!reader.

summary: Leon didn't let you forget how skilled he was with his fingers.

content: 1.4k words smut, p in v, unprotected sex, age gap, fem squirt, degradation kink, worship, also sweet Leon, little fluff, needy dom Leon.

note: it is the first time that i write about squirts and i found it very fun and interesting to do it! i hope i have described it as accurately as possible, it really is a difficult feeling to explain, haha. anyway, i hope you liked it, sweetheart, thanks for trusting me ♡

It was supposed to be a quiet and cozy evening, you spoiling Leon and relaxing with him in bed while you watched movies and pampered each other. That's what you thought it would be but now you were writhing on the bed with tears in your eyes threatening to come out as Leon rubbed your swollen clit over and over again with his fingers wet with your fluids, while his cock moved lazily inside you, as if he wanted to stimulate you little by little but with the struggle of not wanting to come inside you. He had cum in you seconds before and you joined him, leaving his back completely red from the scratches. And you didn't know if it was because of the distance that had passed during those weeks where he had had to attend to work matters, but he refused to come out of you claiming that he needed to feel you until he got tired.

And he was getting what he wanted, getting rock hard inside you again as the seconds ticked by. Wasn't he content to give you an orgasm so strong it left you in a feverish state, almost fainting? Apparently not, and now the wet sounds were a little more intense, needing to move a little deeper but not ramming you with the force of a few minutes before. "Leon, f-for God's sake stop" your voice sounded broken and shaky, and your eyes were wet and watery, whimpering as best you could when he brought one of his large hands to your sensitive neck, squeezing firmly but not quite suffocating you.

"Sh..." he hissed, licking his lips as his fingers made increasingly frantic movements on your swollen core. He was too self-absorbed watching you squirm and squeezing it so hard that he felt privileged to have your walls smothering his cock with such vigor. He loved how, in desperation of not knowing what to do with so much pleasure, you brought your hands to your tits and squeezed them, mistreating your hard, red nipples from so much groping. "Why are you asking me to stop, fuck" he gave a loud lunge, almost growling, opening you wider "You're moaning like a fucking bitch in heat and you want me to stop, damn it, you punish me" the growl turned to a laugh when he felt you shaking harder than usual.

And is that... you could feel the tip of his cock hit you in that very specific spot with such precision, feeling your juices mixing with his cum still inside you. Fuck, you felt it still hot, dripping and leaking out of you every time he gently pulled out and pushed back in. Leon took his hand off your neck to grab one of your thighs and place it on his shoulder, pulling out completely and back in again; almost feeling addicted to watching his cum dripping out of your pussy and helping the thick sound become more constant.

"Leon!" you sobbed, begging him for mercy "Fuck, stop!" you curved your back throwing your head back, soon you felt your gaze cloud over. It was... different. Different in so many ways that you were scared, almost as if you wanted to stop everything and go to the bathroom to see what the fuck was going on, because that wasn't an orgasm like any other. And, while Leon had made you cum in so many ways you lost count, the tingling sensation and total tightness in your belly was different, as if something more was coming out than just that clear liquid you denoted every time you cum around Leon. Each time Leon came and came harder and harder, more liquid came out of you. "Love, this is different..." your cheeks were hot like never before and totally stained by your tears "It feels weird, please..." your dry mouth and chest rising and falling from your irregular breathing.

"Let it go, princess" he kissed your thigh, biting it gently and sucking without any kindness "Trust me, it will feel good..." he gasped, his pelvis moving harder, moving out and in, his fingers now defiling not only your clitoris but your pussy completely, running his fingers along your lower lips, going up and down. However, that last movement spelled your doom, as he pulled out of you and without much effort, slipped back in, causing a weeping, dripping head to impact your sweet spot.

Your legs trembled, your voice went away for a few seconds and you let yourself go without thinking that you would completely wet the sheets with that deep orgasm that felt like a beating in your whole organism. Everything was spinning around you, making it hard for you to regain consciousness and yet, despite everything, you did not stop feeling that sensation of fullness that having Leon inside you gave you... you'd be lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about having him inside you forever, and at times like that you could almost be sure you recognized every protruding vein on his fucking cock.

It took you a few minutes to come back to yourself, and when you did you lifted your body, propping yourself up as best you could on your elbows, seeing the large wet spot on the sheets. Leon's thighs were wet and so were yours. What the fuck had happened and how did you manage to come so far with your orgasm...?

"Feeling better?" the sweet voice of Leon woke you from your little dream, making you look at him pitifully, stammering apologies not knowing what else to say. You had soaked him completely "I had to stop because I was going to cum so much that it was going to be twice as hard for you to clean yourself afterwards" he confessed, kissing your thigh still on his shoulder as he caressed it. You hadn't realized how scarred he had left it with his wet bites and hickeys, you couldn't even feel your legs in fact. "Don't apologize, love. I'm flattered to have provoked your first squirt in fact" he mentioned with that arrogant but deep tone, typical of him. You hadn't even understood what he meant, because your head was still spinning. You almost felt sorry when it came out, still hard as if all that hadn't been enough. You thought the weirdness of the situation would make the excitement disappear from his body immediately, but he seemed just as hard as before, if not harder.

"Damn..." you threw yourself back on the bed, closing your eyes "I'm all yours, Leon, please do whatever you want. You deserve it" you laughed, still feeling your mouth dry and your cheeks dripping. He seemed to laugh, almost like an excited child about to use his favorite toy.

"You have no idea how hot your pussy makes me, you are delicious. If I wasn't so tired I swear I'd eat you out" a mischievous chuckle broke out, and you chuckled to yourself. You would never have thought that this man ten years older than you would have so much energy in bed, much more than you -just entering the young-adult world- would have. But when it came to your body he seemed to go completely out of control, almost animalistic.

Soon he gathered your wet thighs together and wedged his member between them, beginning to masturbate between them, smothering his red, weeping cock with precum as the wetness of your cum helped him slide better between them "Fuck, fuck, fuck" he moaned, and the thought of him getting so aroused using you as his plaything, you totally pounded by the orgasm, produced your body to heat up again. You had no rest "Always wanting me to use you, to fuck you so hard, don't you?" he gave two more thrusts and strips and strips of dripping, hot cum trickled down to your belly and, most of all, completely stained your thighs. Leon melted into his orgasm and allowed himself to fall on top of you, blessing you with his 70 pounds of muscle and heat crushing you sweetly.

"I'm all dirty and yet you want to kiss me" he laughed along with you when he heard that, kissing your neck as soon as he could and moving with soft caresses from his mouth to your lips, sucking them with devotion.

"This is the part I like the most" he declared, watching you raise an eyebrow; he had literally ground you up and fucked the shit out of you with the previous fuck like an animal and that was his favorite moment. Crazy fucker. But... that was what you liked most about him, after all "Let me know when you're better, love, and I'll run you a warm bath" he left a soft kiss on your cheek and sunk his face into the beginning of your breasts, making you laugh.

Truly Leon Kennedy was a basket case when it came to having you all to himself.

[cillianhead]

Hey! I was wondering if you could write a little smutty/angsty something for Neil Lewis. Maybe bestfriend!reader, who recently got with some other man, and Neil is incredibly jealous and maybe... possessive. 👀 Some angst heated argument finished with a smut would be lovely. 🤭

Thank you!

Of course, of course!

Thank you for your request!

You're The Only One Who Makes Me Feel Alive || Neil Lewis x Reader

warnings: Smut, angst, best friends to lovers, swearing, slight (?) drug use (marijuana), jealousy, unprotected P in V, Neil is quite obsessed with reader's boobs (because c'mon, NEIL IS A BOOB MAN!!!) like sort of switch!neil but not quite, adult content!

18+ Minors DNI

It was a slow Friday night at Gumshoe Video. You had closed by now, though. You sat between Lucien and Jonathan, a bit stoned, and watched some horrible Horror-Parody film called 'Bad Taste'. You had zoned out, drowning out Jonathan and Lucien's incessant bickering about the film and whether it was good or bad.

"-It's Peter Jackson, for Christ's sake. It's a masterpiece of its time or whatever," Lucien argued. Jonathan just scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's supposed to be ridiculous!" Lucien protested.

"Are we watching the same movie?" Jonathan grunted with a hint of amusement. "How the hell did someone see this and think... 'yeah, that's the guy we're getting for Lord of the fucking Rings'!"

Lucien quipped back something particularly witty and sarcastic, but it all turned into one big blur of words to you. You were incredibly bored and stoned that none of what was happening on the TV screen made sense. You looked like a zombie, lips parted and an expression of awe on your face.

"Not this stupid movie," You heard the sound of Neil's voice from behind you. Quickly sitting up and turning to look at him, like an expectant dog when its owner comes home. "I've got the snacks if you guys even care." Lucien and Jonathan grumble their words of appreciation while you just sat and smiled at your best friend.

You all had smoked together, but you hadn't really prepared for the munchies that would come along with it. So you flipped a coin, and poor little Neil was the one who had to go to the nearest convenience store and buy as much junk food as he could carry. Two seafoam green plastic grocery bags were hanging off of Neil's sturdy forearms that said 'Recycle Me!' on them while he stood, smiling back at you.

"What'd you get Neily-poo?" You hummed, standing up and approaching him.

"I hate it when you call me that," Neil grumbled before handing you one of the bags. "I just got all the classic snacks... Cheetos, Twizzlers, Lucien's favorite white chocolate... and of course, I got your favorite..."

You squealed out of delight, lunging on Neil and wrapping your arms around him. "Did you really?" You said, pulling away with your arms still around his neck. Neil hummed while pulling the familiar mouth-watering box of Swedish Fish out of the grocery bag.

You properly pulled away now and snatched it out of his hand greedily. "Hey...! Wait... where's my thanks?" He tilted his head, tapping his pointer finger on the apple of his cheek. You rolled your eyes playfully before placing a grateful peck on his cheek.

You two sat on the spare couch together. You leaned against Neil, as you always do, your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. It had always been that way with you two, both very physically affectionate with each other. Though not when Neil was in a relationship, you knew how threatened his girlfriends felt by you, though you never understood why... Neil was always insistent on how you were just a friend, even going as far as to say you were like a sister to him.

When the movie ended and Neil had a bit more to smoke, you all sat around munching on your snacks, thinking of what to do next.

"Do you guys wanna come over to my place, and we can do this again tomorrow night?" Neil asked, scratching at his chin.

"Sure, I'd love that, dude," Jonathan nodded before popping a handful of peanut M&M's into his mouth. "Sounds great." He said with his mouth full.

"Gross!" You scolded, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. "Don't eat with your mouth full..."

"What did you just say?" Lucien laughed.

"I mean... don't talk with your mouth full!" You corrected, and everyone sat around giggling at that. "You knew what I meant!" Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment at your mistake.

"...and yeah, I'll come over tomorrow night." Lucien said to Neil. Neil gave him a thumbs up before turning his head over to you.

"How about you, Y/N?" Neil hummed, sighing as he leaned his head against the couch, cheek smushing a bit as he smiled softly down at you. He's so pretty, I just wanna kiss him, You thought."You wanna come over?" Yikes, you thought. You bit your lip and sucked in a breath. "Well... I... well... actually, I've got plans tomorrow, guys... I'm sorry." You shrugged apologetically.

"What?" Jonathan murmured, mouth still full, chewing obnoxiously loud.

"Since when do you have plans?" Lucien remarked. You gave him a dry smile.

"I'm going on a date... believe it or not," You snorted, looking down at your lap, embarrassed to admit. You never really talked about your love life with the guys, especially not Neil. Things always got awkward. Neil never discussed his with you either; you'd only briefly meet his girlfriends, and then that was it. You didn't understand why it had to be so awkward between you when discussing dating.

The room went silent at that. You looked towards Neil, his arm retracted away from you and tucked back into his side as you noticed the frown on his face. You could see the look on Jonathan and Lucien's faces, eyes flickering between the two of you, trying to gauge some sort of reaction.

"Oh..." Neil mumbled, sounding disappointed, popping a popcorn kernel into his mouth and chewing dryly. "Good for you... congratulations..."

"We're not getting married," You laughed uncomfortably. "Plus, I doubt it's gonna be anything that special... we're going to some downtown dive bar to have drinks and then probably go back to his place or something..." Neil had a visible expression of distaste, fiddling with his thumbs. You didn't get why he was so upset. "What's his name?" He said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Russell."

"Russell." He repeated coldly. Jonathan and Lucien were utterly silent. The tension was thick, and trying to waft through it felt suffocating.

"Why are you upset?" You blurted out. "Can't you at least be happy for me for once that I'm finally fucking going out with somebody?"

""Course I'm happy for you, Y/N, I just don't want you... to get hurt..." Neil muttered. "That's all."

"Right." You scoffed, scooting to the other side of the couch.

The tension was unbearable, and Jonathan shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Things always got weird when you brought up a guy you like or a guy you were seeing. You never got why. Why would Neil be upset that you were seeing somebody? How many girlfriends did you have to sit and watch him be with? How many painful breakups have you comforted him through? How many times had you encouraged him to go over and talk to a girl he thought was pretty? A countless amount of times, that's what. So the fact that the mood visibly shifted as soon as you said you were going on a date... it pissed you off. Neil was never encouraging when it came to putting yourself out there romantically. It was almost like he was jealous, but you knew he had no reason to be.

"How'd you meet?" Lucien cleared his throat, trying to lighten the air.

"Well when I was here alone the other day... he was in the shop-"

"He was in the shop?" Neil interrupted with a whine, eyebrows knitted together.

"Yeah, he was, so what?" You turned and looked at Neil, glaring at him.

"Can't believe you're going out with a customer," Neil muttered. "Thought you were better than that." "What the fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"It... no... nothing, just-" "God forbid I meet someone!" You were standing up now. Lucien and Jonathan had gotten up and wandered over to the other side of the shop, pretending they were browsing the shelves. "How many fucking bimbos have you asked out that had come in here, Neil?" "Y/N-" "I'm leaving." You barked, grabbing your things and rushing out, not before giving Lucien and Jonathan a gentle wave before slamming the door and walking home in the pouring rain.

The walk home was long and treacherous. Usually, Neil would drive you home. But you couldn't stand to be around him right now, not after his hypocritical words. When you got home, you collapsed in bed, still in your wet clothes, and cried your eyes out. Thunder cracked outside, and your windows rattled with the harsh wind. Your phone began to ring, the familiar ringtone you assigned to Neil's contact buzzing through your pocket. You just groaned.

"Go away, Neil." You grunted into your pillow, bickering to no one. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Curling up into a ball, the tears continued to fall. You hated the way you felt towards Neil; you hated that you wanted him to be more than just a friend. Your phone kept ringing, and it only made you cry harder.

You remembered freshman year of high school when you first met Neil; you instantly clicked and were in every class together. Everyone always thought you were dating, and you'd both share a round of 'Ew's and 'That's never gonna happen' and then silently look at each other thinking 'What if' (unbeknownst to each other). You always daydreamed about losing your virginity to Neil, the scrawny, awkward pimply boy who was the sweetest guy you'd ever met, though you ended up losing it to some guy called Lloyd over a dare. It wasn't very romantic, nor was it pleasurable. You just laid there and thought about Neil the whole time.

The sleep you got that night was terrible, but you tried to focus on the positives. You were going on a date! Yay! Not with Neil, though. You spent the day mostly picking out an outfit, mentally scolding yourself for not deciding on it sooner since most of your good clothes were dirty and you were feeling incredibly antsy. Your phone had been blowing up all day. Texts from Neil, Jonathan, and Lucien lit up your screen every other second. You didn't reply, you couldn't, you felt entirely too embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Lucien lounged on the couch at Neil's house, and Jonathan watched Neil pace back and forth in his kitchen while making handmade whipped cream. They were going to make a cake.

"I just don't know what to do, man," Neil huffed, stirring the bowl even more aggressively. Jonathan watched, unsure of how to comfort his friend. "What the fuck do I do? What if this guy is like... her soulmate or something cliche like that?"

"Okay," Jonathan laughed, putting his hand in the air. "Russell is not her soulmate." "How do you know? Have you met him?" Neil hissed back.

"No, but... how do we even know this 'Russell' guy even exists? What if she's just trying to make you jealous?"

"That's a good point!" Lucien quipped in from the other room.

"Thanks, Lucien," Jonathan rolls his eyes before looking back at Neil, who has set the bowl aside, melting to the floor with tears. "Look... dude, I think you should go over there and tell her how you feel... the worst she can say is no..."

"The worst she can say is no," Neil mocked, tears streaming down his face. "Yeah fuckin' right! She's gonna..." Neil sobbed, hiding his hands in his face. "I'll go over there, and she'll... never want to speak to me again... she wouldn't feel the same way... it's impossible!"

Jonathan looked exasperated. It was painfully apparent to everyone but you and Neil that you two were soft for each other. You usually spend every day together. The idea of losing you to some other guy was heartbreaking for Neil. Neil cried like a baby, and Jonathan watched, awkwardly leaning against the counter, unsure what to say.

"Just fucking do it, you fucking idiot!" Jonathan blurted out. "I know she likes you... do you really think Y/N would've stuck around this long with us losers if she didn't feel something for you?"

"I don't know, Jonathan..." Neil whimpers, looking up at Jonathan with the most pitiful eyes anyone has ever seen. He looked straight out of a painting.

"And even if she doesn't feel the same for you..." Jonathan continues, crouching down to be at his height on the floor. "You guys have known each other way too damn long to just throw away a good friendship over you liking her. Y/N's a smart girl. She'll learn to accept it if she doesn't feel the same way."

Neil just buried his face further into his knees, continuing to cry. "Gee, you'd think he just got his period or something." Lucien said unhelpfully.

"Shut up, Lucien!" Neil and Jonathan yelled in unison.

"Listen, I think you should just tell her... she ain't responding to any of my texts... and I don't know how it's gonna go with this Russell guy tonight, so I reckon you should head on over there..." Jonathan rambled. Neil still stayed in the same place, with his head in his hands. "Like right now!" Jonathan yelped, and Neil jumped at the sudden shift in volume and tone.

Neil approached your house as you sat in some dive bar, waiting for your date. His key twisted your locked door. Unbeknownst to him, the house was completely empty. And as he walked in, Russell was yet to arrive, over twenty minutes late to your date. At this point, you'd accepted that you had been stood up and patted yourself down, ensuring you had everything you brought.

"Y/N!" Russell's voice greets you, clearly out of breath. "I'm so sorry for being late... traffic was awful." Yeah, right, you thought. But you gave him a small smile and sat back in your booth. "That's alright," You pressed down your skirt that rested uncomfortably high on your thighs, trying to calm your nerves. The leather of the seats stuck to your thighs as Russell began making small talk. How boring. You found yourself zoning out as you downed the drink Russell had bought you just to try and cope with the terribly grim situation you were dealing with. Russell was some sort of accountant. Just the idea of finance lulled your brain into a state of boredom and borderline sleepiness. Russell's voice was monotone, and the way he licked his cracked lips every time he spoke made you feel queasy.

Meanwhile, Neil sat on your couch, spread out and feeling hopeless. No other person could ever compare to you, never ever, ever, ever. The thought of you meeting this guy he didn't know anything about except for his god-awful name and possibly hitting it off... maybe starting a life with him... the jealousy was sickening. Genuinely sickening.

It was festering within him, after all these years of watching men come into the store and flirt with you, the jealousy... the possessiveness... that another man talking to his Y/N... brought on was just too much for poor little Neil to handle. The jealousy was now fuelling the reason he still stayed. As soon as you walked through that door, with Russell or not, he'd get on his hands and knees... and beg you to love him... beg you to love him the way he loves you.

An hour went by... and then another, by now, it was nearing 10:30 PM, and Neil wasn't even sure if you were coming home. He then remembered your words of 'going back to his place afterwards' and felt like the biggest idiot in the whole world. He felt like he had lost you... like he was mourning you. His heart broke silently, and the heavyweight in his chest grew to be too intense, too blue to even cry. So he stood up and sighed, looking around your apartment before saying his goodbyes. I won't be over much now that she has a boyfriend, Neil thought. But as he turned around, about to walk out the door, there you stood with your key still in the lock looking at him like you'd look at an angel.

"Neil?" You asked softly as if it could possibly be anyone else.

"Y/N," He gasped, rushing to you, hands reaching out to you. "Please listen to what-" "Who's this?" Russell asks with a scoff, leaning on the doorway. Neil backed away like he had just entered a cock-fight he knew he couldn't win.

"Russell..." You shifted to look at him. "I think it's better if you just go... we can... we can see each other another time." "Yeah, alright," Russell shrugged, playing it cool but Neil saw the flicker of annoyance flash through the man's eyes. Russell turned back around and left, leaving the two of you alone.

"What are you doing here, Neil?" You chided, closing the door and deadbolting it behind you before walking over to the couch with Neil.

"I... I need to talk to you..." Neil whispered. You sat right beside each other, staring into each other's eyes. A feeling grew in your chest like you knew what he was about to say. "Y/N..."

"Neil..."

"I..." He faltered, his eyes looking down at his lap as he reached out, holding both your hands in his. Your heart did a spin at this, lips parted as you breathed heavily. What is happening? "I.... fuck... I don't know how to do this," Neil pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, clearly about to cry. "I've watched so many goddamn movies you'd think I... you'd think I'd have the right thing to say."

"Neil," You whispered, your voice coming out like a warning. "Just say it."

Neil looked up at you, speechless. The expression on his face was truly indescribable. Almost like a dramatic build-up, the room was silent, giving each other this look. This look you had never openly given to each other before.

"I don't want to kill my time with anybody else," Neil began, taking deep breaths. The sounds of cars passing by and trees swaying in the wind could be heard, along with the pounding of your heart. "You're the only one who makes me feel alive."

"Neil," You warned, looking away from him. "Why now?" You blurted out, quickly smacking your hand over your loose mouth.

"Wha...?" Neil asked, torn completely out of the moment by just those two words.

"Why are you telling me this now?" You questioned. Your hands ran down your face. "Why, Neil, Why?"

"What do you mean?" Neil shook his head, eyebrows knitted together. "What do you mean?!"

You were standing up now, you couldn't be close to him, you felt too dizzy. "After all these years... why are you only telling me this now?"

"I-I... I..." Neil stammered, utterly speechless this time. He wasn't expecting this reaction, he couldn't quite place what you were feeling. "I was afraid, Y/N."

"Of what?" You raised your voice and he flinched and suddenly the guilt hit you like a freight train. Tears fell down your face, ruining your makeup.

"Of losing you! Losing the only person in my life who actually matters!" Neil stood up as well, approaching you. Like a game of cat and mouse, you stepped away while he kept trying to round the coffee table to get to you. "I need you, Y/N. I need you to know how badly," He pleaded with you, but you couldn't find a way to let him further into your heart. He'd hit bone if he went any further into it.

"Neil, I don't know anymore! You're so confusing!" You screeched as he bumped into you, knocking you down onto the couch and he knelt in front of you, pleading eyes staring up at you. "I don't know what you want from me!" You cried.

"I want everything," He whispered, hands placed on both of your thighs. "I want to be yours... I want you to be mine. How do I make this any clearer?"

"I don't... I don't have you," You felt like you were being torn apart. "You don't want me. You just... you're just confused! You don't want me! You want..." You closed your eyes, thinking about the women Neil had dated. You felt like he wouldn't be satisfied with you... you felt like you weren't pretty enough or you were too boring or too familiar. "I don't have you... Neil... and I never will."

"You've always had me. Every second of every day... you've had me. I'm yours." Neil whispered, hands squeezing your thighs. "Please. I need to know."

"Need to know what?" "That you'll take me," His fingers travelled further up your goosebump-covered skin. "That you'll let me in, Y/N."

"How?" Your hands shook as you looked him in the eye again. This time... it felt like you were looking at a completely different man. It was no longer just your best friend you were looking at... but the man pleading with you to love him as if you hadn't been silently loving him from afar... all these years.

"Please let me show you."

Neil used his hands to balanced himself as he slowly and intimately leaned in, lips brushing yours every-so slightly. "Neil..." You whispered.

"Shh...." He hushed.

And your lips joined together. It felt like your body had let him in, like he was rewriting your DNA and letting every part of him consume you. He sat beside you now, cradling you in his arms as you kissed slowly. This was all so new to you, unlike any other kiss you had ever experienced. Every other kiss before this just felt like you were trying to negotiate something... but this... this kiss felt like your body had found its missing limb like it had found what it had been lacking all these years.

A string of spit connects the two of you as Neil softly pulls away, panting for breath. "Am I in yet?" He chuckled.

You tilted your head, squinting and stroking your chin, pretending you were struggling to decide. "Maybe... I don't know yet... think you'll have to try harder..." Your voice was still a bit shaky from crying. "Alright," He snorts before diving back in and kissing you rougher this time but still in that romantic, slow way. One hand placed on your hip and the other guiding the back of your head as you made out. Tongues pawing at each other like they were getting acquainted.

"Please touch me," Neil whimpered into your lips, and oh fuck, that was the most divine noise you had ever heard. "Please." "Only 'cause you asked so nicely..." You hummed, pushing him down and straddling him. You watched as he threw his head back, biting his lip and holding back the noises he so desperately wanted to make at the feeling of you sitting on him. Your fingers fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, watching him writhe underneath you at only the slightest touch. You popped each button out individually and slowly until Neil was groaning with annoyance.

"Don't be such a tease, Y/N," Neil grunted from behind gritted teeth once you had his shirt off. "If you felt how hard my dick was right now-"

"Oh, I do!" You giggled cheekily, slowly rolling your pelvis in a slow circle right over the tent in his trousers that poked into your thigh.

"You fucker-" He groaned, reaching his arms up and grabbing your head roughly and pulling you into a soul-sucking kiss, tongue grappling at yours desperately.

You moaned through dancing lips as you had the most delicious friction going. Neil was being just as loud as you, whimpers vibrating through your sternum and into your soul. Neil bucks his hips up pathetically before he breaks the kiss abruptly.

"You've gotta stop or I'm... I'm gonna..." He buried his muzzle in your neck and moaned. "I'm gonna fuckin cum in my pants." "Oh yeah?" You grinned, grinding your hips even faster.

"That means stop!" He grabs ahold of your wrists and flips you around like you were in a wrestling competition. You gasped out as he had you down against your couch, panting heavily above you with that frustrated-and-horny look. "I knew you'd be a little brat." He spat menacingly before grinning like a puppy, leaning down and kissing you heavily.

You ran your hands up your shirt, trying to pull your shirt off which made Neil pull away slowly when he realized you were taking your top off. "Are you sure?" He said breathily, above you, mouth wide open and his eyes glued on every inch of skin that was slowly being revealed more and more. You just nodded your head and smiled. "Oh fuck, you're showing me your boobs." Neil's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop. "Neil," You giggled as you got the top off and out came your tits, and there was Neil sitting there in disbelief at the sight of your boobs. "Neil!" You laughed, hitting him with a cushion; he smacked it away before looking back down at them with this look that almost resembled a look of horror. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Fucking hell, this is the best thing to ever happen to me," Neil chirped. "Fuck... please, Y/N... please let me squeeze them."

"Go ahead, Neil, touch me," You hummed, raising your arms above your head and leaning back with a Cheshire cat grin as his hands slowly and cautiously cusp your boobs. He let out a soft moan and let his eyes flutter shut as he slid his hands over your breasts, you could hear his breath hitch as his thumb slid over your hard nipples. "You're acting like you haven't touched a boob before," You snickered.

"Oh, believe me, I have..." Neil nodded, eyes open now and staring at your tits like he was high. "Just none as good as these..." He leaned in, hot breath fanning your left breast, lips parted but he doesn't go any further than that.

"Put it in your mouth, pretty boy," You demanded, and like the sub you always thought he was, he obeyed with a smile. "Fuck... that's it." The tops of his cheeks were flushed a gentle pink as he sucked and swirled his tongue around your nipple. "Mmm...." He hummed, eyes closed. His full body weight was resting on you while he sucked on your tits, switching between them. You laid there for quite a while and wondered how long he could do this. You braided your fingers through his hair before tugging it back roughly, and he unwillingly popped off your tit with a loud and whoreish whine.

"Hey!" He complained with eyebrows knitted together as his eyes looked between your eyes and spit-covered tits. He's so spoiled.

"I always knew you'd be a little brat." You said, repeating what he said to you earlier.

Neil drools on you helplessly, groaning as you pull on his hair more until you two are sitting up facing each other. You grin once more and lean in, giving him a sweet little kiss. His hands cupping your tits desperately.

"Carry me to the bedroom." You hummed dramatically, raising your arms in the air, and Neil shook his head and chuckled as he leaned down and wrapped you up in his arms.

"I'm so glad you're my best friend," Neil murmured into your warm shoulder as he padded you guys down to the bedroom he had been in countless times.

"Not just best friends, though," You remarked as he laid you down on the bed with your legs over his shoulders. He reached towards your bedside table.

"Condoms?" He hummed, searching through your drawers, but found nothing.

"Birth control... you should know this you idiot!" You giggled at Neil realizing what you just said.

"Can I...?"

"Yes!"

"Like... inside?" He asked, squinting his eyes.

"Yes!" You nodded your head, laughing wildly.

"Fuck you're gonna be the best girlfriend ever!" Neil grunted happily before leaning in and kissing you like you were his last meal.

Meanwhile, he slid your skirt down and unzipped his trousers. You caught a glimpse of his thick cock straining against his briefs and found yourself growing wetter.

"Let me make you mine, Y/N..." He whispered. "Let me finally make you mine."

"I've been yours," You caressed his face. You were both out of your underwear now. The tip of his prick nudging your clit as you looked up at him with so much love. "Please... Neil... please... I need you so bad."

Neil nodded silently, closing his eyes as he lined up his aching cock with your dripping cunt. The initial push in made your mind go blank and your spine arch even further into his touch, Neil moaned as he pushed himself into you fully.

"I can't believe this is happening..." Neil whispered. "This is so much better than I ever imagined it to be."

"You thought about me?" You grinned idiotically, high on the way he was stretching you out.

"Fuck," He groaned, hair falling over his pretty face. "Every fuckin' night."

"Me too."

His hands were placed firmly on your hips, and as he receded back until it was just the head of his cock in you, his fingers slid up to grope at your tits that his eyes had been practically glued on all night. Neil fucked you nice and slow, relishing in the way your pussy felt around him. Your hands were gripping the sheets, legs still thrown over his shoulders and mouth spewing incoherent words of pleasure.

"Neil... baby... oh my god," Your eyes so desperately wanted to shut but you wanted to enjoy how pretty he looked above you. "I love you."

Those words hung heavy in the air for a moment, Neil's hips never faltering as he leaned down and kissed you. "I love you, Y/N." Neil whispered against your hot mouth.

That was all you needed to hear. His cock slid in and out of you, both groaning and moaning as your bodies finally became one. Neil's mouth hung agape against yours, breathing in each other's air. Neil's face was flushed a bright red, pupils blown wide, and his hair messy from how you ran your fingers through it. Your noses brushed together as his pelvis rutted against your clit, dick still so deep inside you.

"I love you so much," Neil panted, thrusting into you desperately. "I always have..."

"Love you..." You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut and your arms slithering around his neck as the pleasure consumed you from the inside out. "So much... Neil..."

Neil pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling your face as he ground into you. "Fuck, please let me cum inside you."

"I'm so close, Neil..." You whispered. "Just hold on a little longer."

Neil grunted. A pyramid of pleasure building within you, ready to crash down and crumble inside of you. Your orgasm grew like a million tiny vines curling around each individual nerve until you saw colors you had never seen before.

"Squeezing me so tight," Neil whined. "I need to cum... please..."

"Cum," You commanded and he did.

Coming undone together felt like it was truly sealing your fate. You had never felt so close to him; you knew you could and would spend the rest of your life with him. He mewled into the crook of your neck, cum spilling into you as you convulsed, orgasm swallowing you whole and ridding you of all your senses. All you felt was him and the impending pleasure devouring you. Neil's whimpers only further pushed you over the edge.

"Y/N," He moaned like a whore. "Fuck... Y/N..." He whined right into your ear as his cock continued to fill you with his warm cum.

Your brain couldn't conceive a proper thought. You couldn't will yourself to speak as he collapsed on top of you. You smile as you lay there together, skin on skin, hearts pounding in sync. Neil pulled out of you with a quiet hiss, picking you up and curling up with you under the sheets.

You looked at each other silently, both still calming down. Your thumb drew infinity signs onto his cheekbone, slowly blinking at the boy you had always wanted- no, needed.

"That was the best thing to ever happen to me," Neil whispered, sleepy eyes looking at you full of adoration. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me." Neil pecked you softly on the lips. "I can't believe it took me this long to tell you... I... I'm sorry." "Shh..." You hushed. "It's okay... we're together now... that's all that matters."

You lay in silence once more, hearts still pounding in your chests. You took in every detail of him, which you had memorized countless times before, but this time it was different. It felt much more intimate. Every crease, every freckle... every tiny minuscule detail of him was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

"Does this mean we're boyfriend-girlfriend now?" Neil chuckled, rolling over onto his back, pulling you into his side.

"Shut up, Neil," You giggled. "You're such a dork."

"You love it." He quipped.

"I do," You agreed. "I love you."

"I love you," Neil smiled sweetly, and as he leaned in to kiss you again, you were quickly interrupted by the sound of Neil's phone ringing. "Fuck me," He grunted, reaching down to grab at his jeans where his phone was. "Hello?" He said with a sour face. "Hi, Jonathan, everything is okay... yes, she's here with me..." Neil looked down at you with a smirk. "Yes, Lucien can borrow my goggles... I don't care... can we talk about this later?" Neil hung up and tossed his phone aside before looking back at you with a sheepish smile.

"What was that about?"

"Well... erm... Jonathan just asked if everything went well... between us..." Neil blushed.

"He knows you're here?"

"He's the reason I came over... he gave me the courage to... y'know... tell you how I feel."

You rolled your eyes and laughed before kissing him deeply. You felt like everything was okay. Now that you had Neil in your arms, you could handle anything that life threw at you. Neil was already planning your wedding in his head as you shared the love between you in a kiss. You wouldn't want it to be anyone else

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I NEED NEIL LEWIS.... LIKE RIGHT NOW!!! Ugh, I love him so much. Anyway, hope you enjoyed <3

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Sunburst and fawn for the 700 follower prompt! 😍😍😍 I love your writing!

Thank you so much my friend! Thank you for supporting my writing :') This one is hot (no pun intended?) and I think I needed this to get me back into my Ace phase. He's so cute and nice and handsome and for what?

Pairing: Ace x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Virginity Loss

WC: 3100 oops!

***MINORS DNI**

TWs: virgin reader, p in v sex, oral sex, praise, fingering, Ace is so nice ugh, alcohol consumption, consent is key! unprotected sex (not cool don't do it) a bit of cum conversation? A cumversation, if you will?

Just Do It Already (+18)

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Ace was your friend. Sure, you made out whenever you were drunk and he made sure to kiss you goodbye before he was sent on a mission… but Ace was just your friend. There was never a conversation about progressing into a relationship, as it was something completely new to the both of you. You both skirted the idea, Ace slept over in your bed on more than one occasion but it never progressed further physically than just heavy petting and passionate kisses. 

You never told Ace you were a virgin. You knew he certainly wasn’t, so it was a fact you kept close to the chest. You talked a big game, never shying away from his touch or his lips when the two of you found each other inebriated, but thankfully Ace had been reluctant himself to try and take it further… even though you felt ready. You were older than him, for fucks sake. It was about time…

Ace had been gone for almost a month now and you were beginning to worry about his safety. You couldn’t help the morose look that plagued your features as you went about your nursing duties on the ship. As much as you tried to keep your worries hidden, it was written all over your face. 

“Oh he’ll be back soon enough, little one.” Whitebeard chuckled down at you as you flushed out his IV with saline. 

“O-oh I-“ You stutter, flustered that Dad had so perceptively picked up on your concern over Ace’s wellbeing. 

“He’s right, y/n.” Marco chimed in from behind you at his desk in the medical bay. “Ace always comes home. He might be a hot head, but he doesn’t usually bite off more than he can chew.” 

“R-right. Thanks. I should really finish the laundry…” You say as you excuse yourself to the rest of your duties for the day. You pick up the basket of soiled sheets and hike it up over your hip before you exit the medical bay. 

You head to the laundry room and start washing the sheets by hand with a bar of soap and a washboard. You focus on your work and try to push the worry out of your mind. After a half hour or so, you hear commotion out on the deck of the ship. You leave the sheet in the wash bin and dry your hands on your apron before scurrying out to the deck. 

“Welcome back, mate!” “Thought you’d hauled off and deserted!” “Or got eaten by a sea king!” 

You stay to the back of the crowd that had formed on the deck of the ship, craning your neck to see what the fuss was bout. 

“Come on you guys, you had that little faith in me?” A familiar voice floats playfully through the air straight to your ears. It was Ace. You clutch your chest and let out a heavy breath. He was okay. 

You figure Ace would be caught up in the elation and welcome of his crew for awhile, so you try to slink back to finish your work. You could catch up with him later when he’s making less of a spectacle (he always did upon his return). 

“Woah woah woah hold up-“ You feel the people around you shift and a warm hand gripping your wrist and pulling you backwards. “Leaving without welcoming me back?” Ace pulled you close to him while spinning you around to face him. You swallow hard, finding it hard to steel yourself with that gorgeous freckled face so close to yours again… 

“Nearly gave me a heart attack, Firefist.” You try to sound pissed off, but the relief in your tone shown through to Ace, a small upwards quirk at the side of your lips not helping your case. “Don’t take so long without calling next time.” You scold. 

Ace makes an apologetic face. Without warning, he grips your hips and pulls you into a deep embrace, his lips close to your ear. He stroked your waist gently, his thumbs barely grazing the flesh underneath your top. 

“I promise baby, I’m going to make it up to you tonight. Gonna give it to you so fucking good…” Ace whispers softly, making sure you were the only one to hear his sinful words. He releases you just as he finished speaking, taking a few steps back to address the rest of the crowd that had formed. “No feast prepared for my arrival? Thatch!” Ace bellows across the deck. “It’s far past supper time, let’s eat!” 

The rest of the crew cheered loudly and carried Ace off to celebrate his return. You stood frozen for a few moments before you’re left alone. It was clear Ace wanted to go further with you.

Of course you wanted that, too! You were just nervous how he would feel if you told him he would be your first… you were so worried he would decide that it’s just too much pressure… too much attachment… and bail on you. Maybe you could just… not tell him…?

You broke out of your trance and headed to take a long shower. 

— — 

You took a long time to shave and moisturize your skin in the most expensive creams that a life at sea would allow. You thought that if you washed and came prepared, Ace would be less perceptive to your inexperience. You decided to put on your nicest pair of black lace panties and a matching bra, aiming to make a certain impression. You slipped on a body-con plain black dress and headed out to where the loud music was coming from. 

“Wow y/n, really showing out tonight I see… any particular reason?” Marco whistles at you and hands you a large wooden stein of beer. 

“It was laundry day.” You smirk and clink your mug with his. 

“You should really reign him in before he starts burning his own eyebrows off again.” Marco nods his head in the direction of a large group of pirates. They were all standing in a circle around a noticeably drunk Ace, cheering while Ace himself was shirtless and performing exciting and elaborate fire demonstrations.

“He’s such a ham.” You roll your eyes and drink your beer as you watch Ace relish in the feeling of being the center of attention. 

“I’m being serious, y/n. Once he knows you’re here he might cool off.” Marco remarks. 

You scoff. 

“I seriously doubt that.” You chuckle and take another big swig of alcohol. 

“Oye! Y/n! Did you see that one?” Ace shouts as he bounds over to where you were standing much like an excited puppy would. 

“Yes, yes Ace the fire-ferris-wheel never disappoints.” You giggle a bit as you push his shoulder teasingly.

“I’m leaving the two of you on your own. Stay safe kids, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Marco smiles and smacks Ace’s shoulder firmly before heading off to his quarters for the night, leaving you alone with Ace now. There were dozens of drunken pirates around you, but Ace always made you feel like it was just the two of you, no matter where you were. 

Ace leans down to nip at your bottom lip, too eager to even kiss you first. You gasp a bit and he captures your waist in his hot hands. Alcohol combined was lust was clouding his ability to control his powers, so his palms were searing hot against your skin. He moves his mouth from your lips to pepper light sucks and bites down your throat. 

“Can we go to your room, baby?” Ace whispers into your ear. He has one hand on the back of your head and the other slinking up and down your thigh. “I can’t wait anymore… need you now…” 

You pull back and nod. 

Ace grins and grabs your hand to pull you away from the deck and towards your private quarters. 

Ace leads you away from the crowd and hurriedly pushes your stateroom door open before dragging you inside. He slams the door shut behind you and is on you like a lion on a gazelle. His hands are gripping the sides of your face, pushing you into a searing kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips immediately to explore the inside of your mouth. Your hands fly up to meet his chest immediately. You push lightly, Ace pulls back from you with a hungry look in his eyes. 

“Ha ha woah pal, where’s the fire?” You chuckle nervously. 

“Oh baby I’ll show you the fire, come here…” Ace moves his hands from your face to uses them to grip your ass. He hikes you up into his arms and you yelp. Ace chuckles at his own stupid joke and moves over to toss you gently onto the bed. He climbs over on top of you much like a predatory animal hovering atop its prey. He presses a firm kiss to your lips before smooching wet kisses down your jaw and neck. Once he reached your sternum he pulls the strap of your tank dress off your shoulder, he then kissed the exposed flesh just above your covered breast. 

“Mmm let’s take this off, baby…” Ace pulls a bit harder on your top all while kissing his way down your skin. You realize that your hands were shaking as you raked them across Ace’s naked shoulders…

“I’ve never done this before!” You blurt out, almost completely involuntarily. 

Ace lifts his head from your chest to look at you with furrowed brows.

“What?” He cocks his head to the side. 

“I’m a virgin.” You spout immediately. You slap your trembling hands to your mouth. 

Ace, wide eyed now, pushes himself off you to stand on his knees on the bed. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! I-I had no idea! Y/n I wouldn’t ever want to make you feel-“ Ace stutters out at you, flustered now. 

“Ace it’s fine! Shut up!” You shake your head. “I didn’t tell you earlier because I wanted you to sleep with me.” You sigh. 

“Wait… so you didn’t tell me… because you want to have sex with me?” Ace scratches his head in confusion. 

“Yes! I wanted you to fuck me but I didn’t want you to be all weird about taking my virginity! It’s just it’s so not a big deal to me, I mean, the whole concept of it is a social construct! I just really like you and I want to have-“ You rattle off. 

“You’re rambling.” Ace interrupts you. He breaks into a cheeky smile. “I’ll fuck you babe, if that’s what you want. You’re sure?” He leans back over you again, hovering his face close to yours. 

“God, more than anything!” You gasp out, sounding more desperate than you’d have liked. Ace responds by hungrily taking your lips in a wet, messy kiss. You pull back briefly. 

“But Ace… can you… be a little gentle?” Your voice breaks a little of your lust filled haze and your nervousness bites at you briefly.

Ace smiles and presses a singular, tender kiss to your lips. 

“Anything for you.” 

You smile back and Ace continues where he left off in his exploration of your body, soft lips savoring each inch of skin on your collarbone. You begin to truly relax under Ace’s warm touch and you sigh in contentment. 

“Let’s get you out of this thing.” Ace says as he tugs your dress down your body and tosses it to the floor. He notices your fancy set of black lingerie and lets out a sly wolf whistle. “As pretty as you look right now, babe, I think I want it all off…” He grips the edges of your panties and slides them down your legs while you unhook your bra and let it slip to the floor to join the rest of your discarded clothing. 

You instinctively cover yourself with your hands, but Ace catches your wrists. 

“It’s okay, it’s just me. Do you want to keep going?” Ace asks earnestly. 

“Yes, please. C-can you take your clothes off too…?” You ask. Feeling a bit bare now in front of your lover, you thought that you should even the playing field. Ace grins. 

“Of course baby.” Ace briefly hops off the bed and places his hat on your nightstand. He turns away from you and kicks off his boots, followed by the sound of a belt clinking and then his shorts falling to the floor. He turns back towards you and you couldn’t help but marvel in the true beauty of his naked body. He had perfect sun kissed flesh, muscles rippling in his thighs and abs, and not to mention a very impressive cock. 

“Hey.” Ace says and you snap your eyes up to meet his gaze. “Eyes up here.” Ace winks. He then pounces on you, straddling you, and tickles his hands up your sides, making you giggle and swat his hands away. His touches become deeper and firmer, more purposeful as he started stroking up and down your sides. 

Your giggles turned into breathy sighs as he touched you. 

“Fuck me, please, Ace.” You beg for him. 

“I will, sweetheart, just gotta make sure you’re ready for me…” Ace moves back so he could spread your thighs apart and settled himself between them, his hot breath tickling your outer lips. He holds your thighs open with his strong palms as he spread your sex lewdly, exposing your sweet pearl to him. Ace leans all the way in and latches into your clit, giving it gentle sucks and licks. 

“OH, fuck!” You cry out at the sensation and your legs instinctively try to close, but Ace has them pried open still. Ace swirls his hot tongue back and forth over your sensitive nub, eliciting  gasps and moans from your dry lips. A tingling was starting to form in your lower half, a feeling that up until this point you had only given yourself.

“Can I stretch you a little, baby?” Ace says as he presses a firm kiss to your clit. 

“Yes!” You all but shout, wanting to feel more of him, wanting to keep chasing that high. 

With your consent, Ace presses one finger into your hole and slowly moves it in and out of you. You moan. You were so lost in the pleasure of Ace’s lips on your clit that you barely noticed when Ace slipped a second finger inside of you. You could feel his thick digits stretching you out, but when he curled them upwards, it hit a spot that made you yelp and jerk forward a bit. 

“There it is…” Ace smirks into your pussy as he continues to gently tap on that special spot inside you. “I want you to let go baby… You’re doing so good for me…” You whine and buck your hips, wanting him to press harder inside of you. “Wanna watch you cum, can you try and do that for me? Want you to cum all over me…” Ace praises you all while he increases the speed and pressure of his fingers. 

“AH!” You cry out as Ace pushes you to climax with his sinful hands and filthy words. This orgasm was nothing like you had given yourself. You felt your body spasm and shake for several moments as the wave of pleasure came crashing over you. 

“Good fucking girl!” Ace shouts happily as you loll your head back on the pillow and clutch your heaving chest. 

“You okay? You still want to keep going?” Ace comes back up to hover over you and strokes a lock of hair out of your sweaty face. 

“Yes, Ace.” You nod. “Please fuck me.” 

Ace lines his weeping cock up with your soaked hole. 

“And you’ll tell me if you want to stop?” Ace slides his tip through your folds and circles your clit a few times before bringing it back to rest at your entrance. 

“Yes! Now shut up and put your dick in me!” You groan, frustrated. 

Ace responds by pressing himself into you. You gasp. He sinks in a few inches then pulls back out, gently coating himself inch by inch in your wetness so he can slide further in with each stroke. It was far more intense than his fingers, but it didn’t really hurt at all, just maybe uncomfortable at first. 

“Taking it so well baby, I’m so proud of you.” Ace coos down at you, but can’t take his eyes off your pussy stretching so nicely around his member. Eventually after a few minutes of gauging your reactions and stimulating other parts of your body, Ace was able to sheath himself fully inside you. 

“Look sweetheart, you did it! So fuckin’ tight… I’m not gonna last long in here…”  Ace pants out as he starts to fuck you slow and deep. “How do you feel baby?” He asks as he slides his hands up to grab at your breasts. 

“S-so full, Ace!” You say softly, almost completely overwhelmed by the intense stimulation you were receiving. 

“You feel so amazing babe, fuck!” Ace can hardly believe how close he is to cumming. Your hot, wet center sucked him in so deeply and your fucked out face stared up at him in adoration, there was no way he could contain himself. He held out for a few minutes but once you started moaning his name, he was done for. 

“Oh shit oh fuck-“ Ace pulls out of you quickly and splatters several ropes of cum onto your mound and lower stomach. 

Ace pants as he leans back on his heels. After catching his breath, he flops next to you in bed on his stomach. 

“Hey, was this my first time or yours?” You say jokingly, still trying to catch your breath as well. 

“Ugh it’s been awhile okay…” Ace sighs as he buries his face in your pillow. 

“I’m just kidding.” You lightly slap his shoulder. “It was almost perfect.” You smile and pat his head. 

“Almost? Why almost?” Ace picks his head up and scrunches his eyebrows at you. 

“You’re about to fall asleep and I’m still here spread eagle with cum all over me.” You say.

“Oh shit-“ Ace hops up out of bed and finds some tissues to clean you up with. “Sorry baby..” He says with a sheepish grin. 

You reach up and trace his tattoo with your finger. 

“I can think of another way you could apologize.” You smirk. 

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[melancholyhigh]

WORK HOURS.

ft. re2!rookie!leon x lieutenant!reader

synopsis. you were supposed to help leon out on his first time on the job. instead, you’re helping him out in a different way.

content. smut. 1.2k words. car sex, cowgirl, unprotected p in v, dry humping, sub leon, marking, they’re both so desperate for each other, creampie, pet names, praise kink, virginity loss.

note. man, fuck tumblr. i accidentally posted the unfinished draft n didn't realise :( anyways, i hope you guys like it <3

check out my other works. comments & reblogs are appreciated !!

it was leon’s first week on the job, and you were assigned to show him around since he wasn’t well acquainted with raccoon city. boss thought it would be a great idea to take him on patrol to get him adjusted to the area. 

you were excited that a new recruit was joining. it didn’t happen too often, and you knew it was difficult being a rookie — you were in the same position when you had originally joined the RPD. so when you meet him, you plan on being a great lieutenant and helping him where necessary.

your first impression of leon was that he was sweet and a bit naive. he was also rather gorgeous. God certainly had favourites. you couldn’t help but stare at him, and he noticed. a pink blush blooming on his cheeks when he caught you gazing at him. the flushed look made him even more captivating as you secretly wished that the blush on his face would be for different reasons. 

you felt guilty for having such thoughts about him. you are his boss, for Christ’s sake. you have to assist him with his duties, not get in his pants. 

but how could you not think about him like that? the way he got flustered when your hands brushed up against his or the shy glances he took of you throughout the day as you showed him the workings of the place.

this constant build-up of teasing had been why the fine line between being work professional and fucking the shit out of him had been blurred. leaving you in the predicament you are in right now.

the glass windows are foggy as you and leon sloppily make out in the reclined passenger seat of the police car. you’re hovering over him, legs on either side of his thighs. your pants are off and somewhere near the driver’s seat. you’re too preoccupied with the soft whines that leave leon’s parted lips as you place opened-mouth kisses down the column of his throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh. 

this isn’t what you had planned for the night. you and leon should've been patrolling the streets, searching for criminals, not dry-humping in a car in some shitty parking lot. 

but, fuck, the whimpers that he makes when he eagerly grips your hips with his big, soft hands and guides your clothed pussy against the bulge of his uniform pants have you overlooking your responsibilities for the rest of the night. 

“feel so good,” he groans quietly into your ear as you continue sucking marks on his neck. you pull back to admire your work. his lips, swollen from your passionate kissing, the buttons of his cotton shirt undone, exposing the expanse of his chest littered with reddish-purple marks. you want the sight seared into your brain.

he peers up through his eyelashes, eyes all glossy, and his face flushed with that same fucking blush you adore. he’s bucking his hips up to yours, pants stained with your arousal, leaking through your underwear and his arms circle your waist. 

“shit, i wanna feel you inside of me, honey,” you say breathlessly and leon nearly comes in his pants at the thought of feeling your cunt squeezing him tight. 

you’re leaning against the dashboard, clumsily unbuckling his belt before half haphazardly throwing it to the side. unzipping leon’s pants, you pull his cock out of his boxers. it’s flushed and red, especially at the tip, which leaked with precum. everything about him was pretty. 

you grasp his shaft, slowly stroking him. his face nuzzled against the crook of your neck. your warm hands moving up and down his rigid cock provided enough friction for him to make a mess all over your palms. you realised he was holding out for you, smiling you kissed the top of his head.

“you’re such a good boy, leon,” you said softly. 

at your words, you felt his hips jerk up into your hands. moans escaped his lips as he bit into your neck trying to contain them.

he whimpers your name, panting into the crook of your neck.

“need you so bad,” he sobs, tears swimming in his beautiful blue eyes. his cock pulsing and neglected when you pull your hands away from him. 

“fuck, okay, sweetheart,” you muttered. leon leans back into the reclined seat, his hands on your hips. his chest moving up and down with every breath he takes.

you push your damp panties to the side, exposing your dripping cunt, you grind onto leon’s cock, groaning when the bulbous head of his cock nicks your sensitive clit. leon gasps at the feeling of your warm, bare pussy up against him. he wouldn’t last that long inside of you.

his cock finally enters your cunt. barely the tip is in, and you both groan in unison. your nails dig into his shoulders for support as you continue to sink down into him. 

you feel each vein and ridge of his cock when he bottomed out in you. you moaned loudly. you were filled to the brim with him. 

leon’s chest heaves as he feels your warm, gummy walls swallow his cock. he wanted so badly to fuck into you, but he wanted to be good. 

“you’re amazing, sweetheart.” you huff out. “‘m gonna start moving, ‘kay?” 

he acknowledges your words by squeezing your hips, unable to trust his voice. 

you start bouncing on his cock, and all he manages are choked whines and whimpers that leave his pink, lips. he starts bucking his hips up to you, and you’re moaning when he reaches the spots you thought were imaginable. 

the obscene squelching sounds of your drenched cunt being pounded into by leon fills the car alongside his and your desperate moans. it’s insane how wet he makes you. 

“you hear that, baby? that’s how good you’re making me feel,” you say with a shaky voice. 

your words make his tummy tense. he holds you closer, his hips stuttering before he gets into a rhythm again. he’s close to coming. 

“‘m close,” he whimpers, and your pussy tightens around him at the sound of his broken voice.

his bangs are sticking to his forehead from the sweat that accumulated. he looks even more beautiful fucked out like this.

“come with me, baby,” you breathed. you brought one of your hands to your clit, rubbing tight circles. 

nearing your orgasm, you press your lips to his, pushing your tongue into his mouth. the intimate moment has both of you coming. 

leon’s legs are shaking as he comes inside your pussy. he moans into your mouth, feeling your cunt spasming around his cock when you climax. his hips came to a halt, and you feel his sticky cum ooze out of your sensitive pussy. 

you’re both breathless, and he’s still holding onto you like his life depends on it.

“you did so well, leon,” you mumble, moving the bangs from his forehead, giving him a kiss. leon heart skips a beat. you treat him so good.

[tomssexdoll]

OKAY HERES THE SECOND ONE HOP OFF

so you and bill are in his car and got into a bad argument on the way home. it was about the party you and him just went to and how he was constantly talking to other girls. but how could he not? he’s a worldwide superstar. eventually the argument goes silent and bill speeds into an empty parking lot. “get in the fucking back” he says and you look at him with pure confusion. “did i fucking stutter? get in the back and take your panties off” WOOF WOOF WOOF and you’re wearing a dress so once you get in the back you just hike your dress up and slide off your panties. he crawls into the backseat with you and puts your legs on his shoulder. “you’re so fucking bratty. can’t just trust me anymore, huh? gotta fuck some sense into you” i came so incrjejdifiti hahhejHEHWS anyways. then ofc he fucks you and the car from the outside is SHAKING LMFAO. and he puts his hand on your neck, not to choke you but just lightly to show possessiveness 🌚🌚🌚🌚 “fuck, prinzessin, so wet f’me”

okay there stop harassing me 😡

ofc my pookie lookie dookie

jealous jealous girl

PAIRINGS: Bill 2011 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Y/N is jealous from Bill constantly talking to girls at this party, you start an argument with him while driving home and then he snaps, ordering you to the backseat A/N: hi blair WARNINGS: yelling, arguing, dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), degrading, light choking

"You always fucking do this Bill! Always talking to other girls" I raised my voice. Me and Bill had gotten into a very heated argument, it started when Bill wouldn't get his attention off random girls at the party, forcing me to be left alone at the drinks table.

When we got into the car I instantly confronted him, and of course it exploded into the heated argument we were currently having, his jaw clenching and hands clenching on the steering wheel.

"I can't talk to my fans? I cant talk to people?" he grunted, "it's not that Bill, it's always girls you're talking to!" I sighed heavily, he was obviously not getting my point. "How is it my fault that most of my fans are women?" he yelled, slowly picking up the speed.

He wasn't wrong, how could he not be talking to other girls? He was a worldwide superstar..But it still made me fucking furious, other girls talking to him, flirting and batting their eyes, purposefully showing their cleavage, not like there was much to show.

"You are so fucking controlling!" he screamed, "controlling? CONTROLLING?" I yelled, turning to face him, "you make me fucking crazy! You always do shit like this!" he took a harsh turn, softly flinging me into the door.

"For fuck sakes slow down!" I complained, "oh shut up! Just fucking shut up!" he yelled. I just decided to leave it at that, not bothered to deal with his bullshit any longer.

Suddenly he sped into an empty parking lot, the car stopping with a loud screech. "What the fuc-" "get in the fucking back" he cut me off, staring directly at me, his eyes intimidating. I couldn't say a word, shocked to my core and utterly confused.

"Did I fucking stutter?" he snapped his fingers at me, "get in the back and take your panties off, now" he said sternly, his tone scaring me. I decided to be a brat, show him how pissed I was.

"No." I said coldly, crossing my arms. He chuckled, "no?" raising his eyebrows, "I said get in the back" he growled lowly, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me closer to him, our faces nearly touching.

"Now" he raised his voice, I flinched and instantly obeyed, climbing into the back seat and laying back on the black leather seats. He got out of the car, walking to the other side, opening the door and climbing inside, slamming the door behind him.

He crawled to me, I was fiddling with my panties, shaky hands trying desperatly to get it off. "Let me do it, fucking hell" he grunted, tugging my panties down and exposing my wet pussy, needy for him.

"Dress up" he ordered, "o-ok.." I murmered, hiking my dress up. He grabbed my legs, harshly slinging them over his shoulder. "You're so fucking bratty, can't trust me anymore, huh?" he scoffed, dragging his pants down, his cock straining against his dark grey boxers, the ones he knows I love.

"Gotta fuck some sense into you" he growled, pulling his boxers down, his cock smacking against his abdomen. "Bill.." I whined, growing impatient, "be fucking patient or else you'll get nothing, you don't want that right?" he spat, I pouted and shook my head, "exactly..shut up and wait" he grunted.

After what felt like hours he brought his tip to my entrance, shoving it in. Usually he'd slowly push it in, let me adjust to his thick length but no, he was punishing me this time.

"Fucking slut" he grunted, thrusting in and out harshly, holding my legs as they rested on his shoulders, his cock fucking me deeply, pleasure coursing through my body.

"Mmm.." I whimpered softly, holding onto the leather seats beneath me, trying to stabilize myself from his cruel thrusts. "So fucking bratty..always teaching you lessons" he groaned, pounding his cock into my tight hole.

People from outside stared in horror as they saw the car shake violently, luckily Bill had his windows tinted. "Imagine if everyone could see how dumb I make you, how hard I fuck this pussy.." he grinned, slamming his fat cock into me, stretching me out deliciously.

"Oh fuck!" I whined as his tip abused that gummy spot in me, waves of pleasure and shock crashing in me as it hit the spot every time. I loved riling Bill up, sometimes I did it for no reason to get this reaction out of him, I loved the way he could dominate me so easily when he was mad.

Usually he was pretty gentle and I loved that but sometimes I needed a little spice. Rough, passionate sex.

"Fuck prinzessin, so wet f'me.." he groaned, throwing his head back, his cock pounding into my sopping cunt, bringing tears to my eyes. His hand moved to my neck, lightly squeezing, "takes me fucking you like this for you to fucking behave, when will you learn your lesson, huh?" he raised his voice, ramming his cock into my g spot, his tip kissing my cervix.

I whined more, desperatly holding onto the seats, trying not to fling around the car. His thrusts were powerful, passionate and full of rage, as if he wanted to destroy my pussy, teach me a lesson not to be such a raging bitch.

I felt a knot slowly form in my stomach, coiling down to my core and burning my heat. "i'm close...fuck..." I cried out, his pace quickened, hand tightening around my neck but only a little bit, not so much to the point where it hurt me, yes he was mad but he just wanted to show a little bit of possessiveness, not murder me.

"Cum for me..cum on this fucking cock" he grunted, his other free hand going to my clit, rubbing rough circles. "Oh fuck!" I whined loudly, my boobs bouncing like crazy as his thrusts became even harder, stabbing my sweet spot harshly, my cunt burning with pleasure.

"Soo good!" I moaned loudly, my whole body shuddering as I came on his cock, soft moans leaving my lips after my orgasm, he kept on fucking me hard, nearing his orgasm too.

His hand detatched from my clit, focusing on his orgasm now, I felt his cock twitch in me and decided to help, clenching my pussy around his cock tightly, a loud groan coming from him as he shot his seed into me, thick ropes of cum coating my insides.

"Holy fuck.." he panted, setting my legs down onto the seats and collapsing on top of me, stroking my hair gently. "Did so well for me..surprised you didn't act out while I fucked you" he chuckled, our chests heaving up and down on each other, "I figured I'd just shut up this time, you were already so mad" I smirked, leaning closer and kissing him softly.

After we calmed down he helped me get dressed then got dressed himself, carrying me out of the backseat and plopping me into the passanger seat, strapping me in.

He hopped into the drivers seat, resting a hand on my thigh, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @ge-billsgf @estxkios @tomkaulitzloverr @charliesgoodboy @bkaulitzlover

[the-froschamethyst4]

Body Worship

➤ Day 11

𖤐Pairing: Husband! König x Wife! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, strong language, P in V, married couple, biting, boob grabbing, touching, dirty talking, eating out, mentions of pregnancy, badly translated German,

𖤐Summary: Y/n just had her first baby girl, and she has started to hate her stomach, it hasn't gone back to being flat and she has been scared that König may leave her because she wasn't skinny like she used to be and is worried her stomach may stop them from being active in the bedroom.

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Y/n stood in the mirror after her shower, she was in a matching bra and panty set looking at her stomach and pinching at the fat on her stomach. She grumbled at it and grabbed an oversized t-shirt and some sweatpants; she didn't want König to see her.

Their baby daughter, Heidi was asleep in the middle of the big King-sized bed. König was at work and would be home in a little bit. Y/n got back on the bed next to her sleeping daughter, she looked down at her and smiled.

She's glad that she could have her daughter being born and that the born went smoothly for her and Heidi. She was also worried about her and her husband's personal actives. Heidi was born 2 months ago, and she was worried König might have stopped liking her after the birth.

König walked through the door of his house and immediately walked up the stairs knowing his wife and daughter were upstairs on the bed. He smiled and removed his mask so he wouldn't scare his daughter. He smiled once again and kissed his daughter's forehead.

She shifted in her sleep and König gently picked her up and took her to her nursery and laid her down, he tried to make sure his tactical gear wasn't too loud and wouldn't also hurt her either.

He goes back into his shared bedroom and saw his wife Y/n now awake.

"Hey, mamas," he coos as he started striping from his gear.

"Did you just get home?"

"Yep. Why are you in sweatpants? You usually sleep in shorts, you get too hot in sweatpants," König knows his wife all too well.

"I was cold," she lied. Y/n thought her thighs were too thick and jiggled too much when she walked.

"Okay," he said, grabbing clean boxers and getting under the covers.

"King?"

"Hm?" He looks up at her.

"Do...Do you...still like me?"

"What?" He chuckles. "What type of fucking answer is that? Why would you say that?"

"...Because I've gained weight..."

"Weight? You think...a little bit of baby weight will scare me? Liebling (sweetheart) if weight was going to scare me off...then I would have left when you were pregnant with Heidi...I would NEVER leave you just because of some baby weight...liebling if anything...you look so fucking sexy with baby weight on," König crawled to Y/n.

Her back hit the mattress of the bed with König just above her.

"K-King." His hands went to her face and dropped to her chest gently squeezing her waist. She lets out a soft moan. His hands then went up her shirt grabbing her stomach, he then lifts it up over her head.

"Goddamn, liebe (love) you are so sexy," he bites his lip and kissed her neck and down between the valley of her breasts. His hands went around her back and unhooked her bra tossing it away.

"Don't ever think that I don't want you, liebe. I will always want you, you are someone I want in my life, for fucks sake you gave birth to my tochter (daughter)." He said, kissing her left boob and groping her right one. She moans as she looked down at him sucking on her chest and leaving purple hickies on her.

"K-King," he smirks and kept kissing her chest. His hands then went down to her sweatpants pulling them off completely and tossed them somewhere in the bedroom and her panties were tossed away too, leaving her completely naked underneath him.

"Heilige Scheiße (holy fuck)." He mumbles.

"What?" She sounded nervous.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he attacks her lower half licking between her wet folds and earning a soft moan from her lips. She covered her mouth thinking she was going to wake up Heidi.

"Moan for me, liebe (love), I want to hear you moan."

"B-But I don't w-want to wake up, H-Heidi." She stutters.

"Even she does I'll go get her," he said, licking her folds again. She grabbed a handful of his hair.

"Don't...Don't stop, K-King," she moans.

"Das hatte ich nicht gelpant (I wasn't planning on it)," he said with a smirk on his face and kissed her inner thighs and bit the fat of her thighs. She moans and her back arched, he smirked at her and licked between her folds.

He started to remove his boxers showing his thick cock and pushing it inside of her lower half. She moans and looks down at her stomach seeing his dick bulging in her stomach.

"AH!" She moans and throws her head back.

"Aww~ kleine mamas (little mamas)," his hand went down her stomach and felt his dick inside of her. "Jesus, liebe (love) you look so cute with my cock inside of you, holy shit," he threw his head back and looked back down at her.

"I'm not hurting you, am I kleine mamas?" She shook her head. König grabbed her chin making her look at his eyes. "Worte, kleine mamas (Words little mamas)."

"Nein (no)."

"God," he threw his head back again and started to thrust even harder and faster inside of her. "You are even more sexy when you speak Deutsch (German)," he groans.

"Ah! AH! AHHH!" She moans.

"God, you are such a goddess, sexy body, you carried...a baby inside of you for...9 months...you take my cock like a whore, my whore, and you feel so fucking good," he moans.

Her hands went to his stomach touching his abs and moaning when she felt herself about to cum. She threw her head back and looked back at König's face. Sweat dripped from his brow and within one more thrust, she ended up coming on his dick.

"Ahhh~ liebe (love)," he moans. His forehead rested on hers and he watched her twitch when she felt a rush of König's cum leak right into her.

He moved himself out of her and watched the cum leak from her clit. He smirks and licks his lips before licking between her folds, she moans and gripped a handful of his hair.

"Now...let's get you cleaned up, liebe."He coos as he picks her up.

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Heidi was yelling for her parents to come and get her from her crib, she didn't care who as long as she was being held by one of them. Y/n came into her daughter nursery and picked her up, Y/n made some calming 'shushing' sounds trying to get her to quiet down.

König came into the nursery and saw his wife humming a soft tune and his little girl's eyes just softly about to close. He smiled to himself seeing his little girl asleep, Y/n was about to lay Heidi back in her crib, but König stopped her.

"Come on, let's bring her to our bed," he said.

"Okay," she whispered and walked past König and headed back to her shared bedroom. She laid on her side and gently laid Heidi between her and her husband.

König smiled at his two girls, he moved Y/n's hair from her face, she was looking down at her baby girl. He looked down at Heidi too and placed his head on his pillow.

Y/n moved the blanket over her body, Heidi's tiny body and König's body. She placed her hand on Heidi's tummy and closed her eyes drifting off to sleep.

[st4rymoon]

☆𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶☆

🕸️ 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 🕸️

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏 | 18+ | 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Bestfriend Poe Dameron x Fem Reader

Warnings: smut, semi-angst, unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, pet names, mentions of injury (not detailed), soft dom poe, brat tamer poe, overstimulation

Poe was trying his best, he really was. But with you between his legs, bandaging his small cut on his lower abdomen he got on your recent mission was hard. You were cursing at him for being so reckless but it just went in one ear and out the other as you steadied yourself on his lap.

Both your hands on this thighs as you stood back up “Poe? Poe for fuck sake are you even listening?” You sighed. “Huh? U- uh yeah. Yeah I am”

“Repeat what I just said to you then.” Poe sighed in defeat “fine I wasn’t listening, I’m sorry what were you saying?” He huffed. “Don’t be so damn stupid next time, wait for backup” you pointed a finger at him as you threw him his shirt.

You were furious. He could’ve really hurt himself, he was lucky all he got was a scratch. The thought of loosing your best friend was something you tried to push back to the back of your mind but when his radio went silent, your stomach dropped.

Poe watched you walk off and rummage through your bag, his eyes scanning you up and down “as my best friend shouldn’t you be nice to me right now? I almost died right? Don’t ignore me” he pouted. Gosh Poe could be a pain in the ass.

“Drink” you rolled your eyes as you threw a water at him. Poe just sat on your bed, trying not to laugh as he chugged down the water. There was tension, neither you knew why but the thickness in the air couldn’t be ignored.

You sat besides Poe, letting out a loud sigh as you threw yourself onto the bed. “I’m so damn tired” you groaned. Poes eyes moved to your legs, a hum leaving him as his eyes moved up to yours. “You really scared me today Poe, I thought something horrible happened” you whispered.

Poe chuckled at your change in tone “I know I did” he hums as he crawls up next to you and laid between your thighs. Your head shoots up in surprise as he groans into your thigh, making himself comfortable as he hugs onto your waist.

“I’m tired too ya know?” Poe mumbles as your cheeks burn red. You can feel yourself get wetter as Poes lips brush your inner thigh “sleep then” you whisper in hopes to hide the shake in your voice.

“Why’re you all red? Look at your cheeks” Poe teases. He looks up from your thighs with a smile on his face “am I making you that nervous?”

You roll your eyes and push his head away “ruined a sweet moment” you scoff, now to your side and avoiding his face. “Aww don’t be like that love, I’m just teasing” he coos.

Poe was such a sweet talker at times. He knew how to rile you up and make you want to jump on him within seconds. He makes his way next to you, now on your bed completely and sitting to your right.

Your face is directly across from his lower stomach, deciding to tease him, you scoot over and lay your head on his thigh. Hugging his waist and rubbing your cheek onto his lap.

You could hear Poe's breath hitch and look up, his face was blushed red “Aww your all red, am I making you that nervous?” You mock. To your surprise, instead of saying no, he runs his hand up your lower neck.

His fingers Inter lock into your hair, massaging your head as he hummed “yeah you are, with you this close to my lap it’s hard not to” Poe cooed. He watched your eyes close in pleasure as he lightly yanked at your hair.

His hand trailed up your jaw and pulled you softly up to his lips “you look so damn pretty like this” he whispered. You closed your eyes as his warm breath hit your neck, your body seemed to know what it was doing as it instinctively sat itself up onto his lap.

Poe chuckled as you straddled him, his hands now moving down to your hips. “Poe…” you let you a soft whimper as you felt his cock bulging through his jeans.

“Yeah sweetheart? You want something, use your words” he coos. “We shouldn’t be doing this” you whisper, your body still moving on its own as you grind onto his lap “why not? Can’t best friends show each other how much they care for one another?” He mocked.

You let out an eye roll as you pushed him back slightly, now looking him in the eyes. “If you really wanna stop love, we can” Poe nodded as he started to pull you off his lap.

“No please” you pleaded, your hands clinging onto his shoulders “I just mean, what if things change between us? What if we aren’t best friends after this?”

“Trust me, only way you can get ride of me is if you tell me to leave. I’m not going anywhere” Poe smiles while he rubs soft circles onto your hips.

You crashed down onto his lips the second he finished his sentence, his hands were all over your body as your hands tangled into his hair. Both of you were moaning into each others mouths, the need for each other showing loud and clear as your bodies were burning hot.

Your hands slid under his shirt, being careful to skim past his bandage as you yanked his shirt off. Yours followed soon after as Poes patience began to slip.

His fingers worked at your jeans, his finger tips curling onto the waistband of your pants and yanking them down your legs. Poe flipped you onto your back so you could be out on full display for him.

His eyes moved down your body and between your legs. You could hear a moan come from him as he noticed the wet spot on your panties, he loved knowing you got this wet for him, this worked up all for him.

You yanked him onto you as you worked at his jeans, your eagerness showing as you looked up at him “take them off” you whined. Poe chuckles, his lips latching onto your neck as he kicked off his worn out jeans.

You could hear Poe groan, the mood shifting as he sat back onto his heels “I have had news…” your eyes widened at his tone “I don’t have a condom doll, I’m so-“

“I don’t care I don’t need it, wouldn’t want it even if you had one.”

Poe almost salivated at the sound of your voice, you wanted him to cum in you? God you’d be the death of him.

All he did was nod as he yanked you panties off. There were few words exchanged but neither of you cared. Both of you felt like you’d die if you didn’t get to fuck each other, all you wanted was him in you and all he needed was to be inside you. He got himself harder at the thought of how good you’d feel, he can see your puffy folds dripping with slick as he spread your legs wider.

“You’re going to be the death of me you know that” he whined as he yanked his boxers off. Your eyes widened as his cock sprung out, his length hitting his stomach as it bounced back. After all those times of teasing him for having a small dick, you know why it never bothered him. He didn’t have that issue.

Poe hummed in accomplishment as he watches your eyes taking him in, his hands wrapping around your thighs and throwing them around his waist.

He pulled a pillow from behind you and placed it under your lower back, giving you the perfect comfort and still fully exposed to him. “Poe” you whined as you clawed at his chest, your nails digging into his hips as you grew impatient.

“Say please” he pouted. “Please poe please, need you inside me. Need to feel you” you cried. He was surprised to say the least, was this what you needed to stop acting like a brat? Usually you’d rolled your eyes and say some snarky comment but not today. You actually listened?

“Not acting like a brat huh? You really want it that bad?” Poe teased “hurry the fuck up poe” you hissed, squirming under him as he scooted closer to you “you’ll get want you want soon love”

You felt like you were going to explode. His teasing was driving you insane, your body felt as if it was burning up. You could feel your pussy throbbing, your slick dripping through your folds as you laid there spread for him.

Two fingers slid down your folds, your eyes squeezing shut as he played with your messy cunt. He hummed as he saw how wet you were. “Think your ready for me” he cooed.

You watched as his fingers moved to his cock, his body twitched as he took his slick covered fingers and coated his cock. His angry tip spilling pre cum as he mixed his with yours.

He fisted his cock and scooted forward, his tip teasing your hole as he rubbed between your folds. Both of you let out needy moans as you felt each others need.

Poe looked up at you with love as he pushed his tip into your wet cunt, your eyes rolling back and fingers digging into his arms as he slowly settled into you.

Poe fell forward, balancing himself onto your headboard as he took in your tight walls. “Fuck” he panted as you squeezed him perfectly. Your eyes watched him as he began to thrust into you softly, your back arching as he filled you completely.

You loved the way he looked with his curls bouncing on his head as he picked him the pace. Poe squeezed his eyes shut as he felt your gummy walls taking him, he felt like he was in heaven. Nothing else mattered to him but you right now.

His fists squeezed the headboard as he picked up the pace. His hips snapping into yours as he rammed into your tight pussy. You let out a shaky cry as the stretch of his cock hurt a little, your hand moving to cover your cries as poe filled you.

One of his hands moved down to you, softly moving your hands off your mouth and above your head “keep them there” he cooed.

You dumbly nodded and kept your hands pinned above you “that’s my girl” he hummed as he threw your legs over his hips, now holding himself up with one hand on the headboard as he fucked you messily.

Your slick dripped onto the sheets as he whispered praises to you. Your body jerked as his free hand moved down to your clit, his calloused fingers rubbing soft circles onto your swollen bud.

“P- poe, love yo- I love you” you muttered out. He smiled at your words as he watched sweat drip down your face, eyes rolled back as he kept up the perfect pace “love you more sweetheart, I always have” he cooed.

You felt the knot in your stomach snap at his words, everything he was doing was getting too much. His cock slamming into you, fingers working at your clit and his words.

You cried out his name as he picked up the pace, he smiled down at you as you came around his cock. You felt him throbbing in you as he picked up the brutal pace.

All you could do was bounce along with his thrusts as both of his hands went up onto the headboard, the sound of the wood slamming onto your wall filling your ears mixed with his heavy moans felt like a dream.

You knew someone could hear but you could care less, you loved seeing poe completely lost in you. “F- fuck doll, lov- love it so fucking much. A- ah fu-“ he cried out as he filled your pussy.

His cum spurting into you as he kept up his brutal pace and fucked himself into you. The slapping of wet skin making you moan as your overstimulated pussy throbbed around him. He let out one last slam as his hips came to a stop. Both of your heavy breaths and moans filling the room as his hands squeezed the headboard.

“Fuck….” He whimpered as he slid out of you, the sight of your cunt leaking made him grow hard again.

“You too tired for another round?”

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

eye for an eye

pairing: leon x reader

cw: noncon, angst, p in v, degradation, victim blaming, mentions of past noncon, light allusions to possible csa, leon is both the abuser and the abused (same w/reader)

summary: after experiencing SA as leon's subordinate at the DSO, you decide to get "justice" by giving him a taste of his own medicine

a/n: if noncon is a trigger for you, do not read! not putting noncon in the tags bc i fear it will get filtered out of other tags, so please note the warnings above!

wc: 1.8k

thank you to @d10nyx for beta reading <3

Leon has you bent over his desk, hands sliding under your skirt, snarling filth into your ear. You’ve learned to bite the bullet and take it. Breathe – in… out… in… out… – it will end, like all pain. You keep ice packs in a cooler in your car, you still end up sore whether or not you choose to put up a fight. You eat your sandwich in the passenger seat with your feet on the dash. You do not cry anymore. You grab the sweatshirt from the backseat, scream into it once and walk back in. The routine works well for quite some time.

It’s worse when there aren’t any other women in the office, or at least, women of Leon’s status who would be able to report him. He’ll fuck you against your will in the privacy of his office, but not outside those four blank fucking walls – you’ve memorized the way the paint chips – if he thinks he’ll get caught. The sick bastard still cares about getting in trouble.

If there’s no Hunnigan, Sherry, or Helena in sight, Leon follows you into the women’s room. You’ve thought about pissing in the men’s room instead – you’d be more likely to have a witness if Leon dared to touch you there. You’ve thought about pissing in his fucking trashcan just out of spite, but he’d probably like that because he’s pure 100% pervert.

He pushes you up against the bathroom sink so hard the automatic hand dryer goes off. Once, he kept his hand under it the whole time to make sure no one heard the sounds of your struggle. You don’t struggle today. You don’t comply either, you just stand there limp, the only muscles that work are the ones that crinkle in disgust – you have to watch yourself in the mirror as he fucks you. You don’t cry for your own sake. You watch the lines in the corners of your eyes. They haven’t changed. Your pupils do, they’re emptier now, black voids. Eyes are not the windows to the soul, at least not to yours. You painted those windows shut. Not Leon’s either, you doubt he has a soul.

His hands wrap around the column of your neck as he jackhammers his cock inside you. The tip doesn’t kiss your cervix, it fucking punches it. Your IUD – you got it earlier that year in case Leon ever “forgets” to pull out – pokes the head of his dick and you have to stifle a laugh as he winces. Fuck you. Fuck you for fucking me. He buries the pain and shoves himself deeper, hits the little string again and a drip of blood falls from your uterus. Whatever. It does that once a month. Funny, he can’t hurt you as much as your own body can. Well, he could, but he hasn’t tried yet. He could kill you. You consider that fact all too often – what you’d be willing to do for him if he held you at gunpoint.

When he’s done, he hands you a wad of toilet paper to wipe his cum off your ass. He thinks its a courtesy. He leaves the bathroom before you do. Aftercare, for you, means five minutes of peace and quiet. He can’t get his dick back up immediately, he won’t come back and fuck you again, not yet. Aftercare means relief. Deep breath.

You allocate two to three minutes for crying. Your waterproof mascara is worth the twenty five dollars you paid. You cover your mouth with your hand and sob. You check the clock on the phone, times up. Look in the mirror, pull yourself together. You mouth the last three words to your own reflection. You have sympathy for the woman who stares back at you, but it’s tough love now. Nothing about you is soft anymore. You made the mistake of being kindhearted. It’s what led you here.

The next couple of minutes are peace. The post-tears state is orgasmic, truly. You feel sleepy, a tired smile graces your face. You capture it and keep it in a bottle for safe keeping. You run your fingers through your hair, wipe up any smudged makeup and return to business as usual.

You come to find that your indifference to his actions bothers Leon tremendously. It feels like you’re winning. You don’t like what he does to you. If you liked it, he could call you a whore and embarrass you. You don’t struggle, and force him to hold you down, a situation wherein he wins. You remain as silent and still as possible and it pisses him off to no end.

His only victory comes when you refuse to meet his eyes when you come into his office looking for something to do. He can see how he’s broken you down. He’s winning.

You find a solution. It’s sadistic, it’s sick, it’s morally reprehensible- illegal, too. But the other things you tried never worked. HR? No, Leon told them you lied. Putting up a fight? He’s stronger than you. Trying to get yourself to enjoy it? It’s something you can’t force. You looked up “how to induce Stockholm syndrome” and couldn’t find anything.

It’s an eye for an eye, baby.

Leon’s an idiot for getting wasted in front of you. You already have the upper hand, especially since he slurs out pathetic apologies while he throws himself a pity party.

“I’m sorry. You must hate me,” he says, “I’m a terrible person.”

“Yes, you are.”

You take him by the collar of his shirt and force him onto his living room couch. You rip his shirt off, making sure the buttons pop off to inconvenience him later.

Fuck your nice shirt. I hate you. I hate the way you look in it. I hate seeing you behind me in the mirror of the bathroom with the top button undone.

At first, he seems to enjoy it. Until you bite his neck too hard and his eyes well with tears. You overheard him telling someone once that he hates the feeling of anything touching his neck, so you make sure to choke him a bit while you do this. You don’t physically injure him ‘cause you’ve still got at least half a heart left.

You tear his pants down and shove his dick inside you. He likes it. You hold his wrists down and spit in his face. You can’t tell if he likes that or not.

Something in his face changes when you reach around to grab his ass. You haven’t fully committed, even mentally, to the act – it’s more of a scare tactic.

“You look fucking pathetic. At least take it like a man.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m fucking you, dumbass. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Not like this…”

“You don’t get to choose,” you say with a wicked grin, “you remember when you told me that?”

He doesn’t respond. He winces when he feels your finger enter him.

“Look at what you’ve made me into,” you whisper.

His lip quivers. “I’m raping you Leon, and you like it. I can feel you inside me.”

You promptly remove him from your hole. You scrutinize his dick. You could tell him it’s small, but it almost hurts more to not hear you say anything at all. Your sigh hurts worse. Pity.

You stroke him, lazily, pretending to be indifferent to the existence of his dick, when in reality, you find it repulsive. It’s the weapon he uses to penetrate you. You think about taking a knife to it, but you’re afraid. Of so many things.

You watch as his tip leaks. “You gonna cum?” you ask, sounding excited.

“Uh-huh,” he says. You can’t tell if he’s enjoying it. He fucks up into your fist. He’s almost there. You’ve memorized the sounds he makes when he cums, you’ve studied him.

You retract your hand. He looks like he’s going to cry. You laugh, really laugh.

“You think I’d let you cum?”

He looks genuinely surprised.

“You don’t even deserve to see me cum.” You pause, then add, “Not that I could. Not with you.” You frown at him, making sure it looks genuine.

“Feel free to take care of it yourself, but I’m going to leave now.”

“I’ll-” you know he wants to say he’ll call the cops, he’ll tattle on you, whatever.

You walk back over to him, stare him in the face, and echo his words, “No one will ever believe you.”

You turn around and leave.

Leon doesn’t meet your eyes on Monday. You’ve won.

Only half of Leon wants to do this to you. The half of him that still exists. The vile, horrid, fucked-up part. You remind him of himself and that’s precisely your mistake. You have a certain hope, an innocence he wants to tear away from you. He can’t steal it for himself, but he can force you to empathize with him. A victim, just like him.

When you squirm, he holds you down tighter. “Take it like a man,” he hears it loud and clear, after all this time. You’re not a man, so he tells you to take it like a “good slut” when he forces you down on your knees.

Tears prick in your waterline.

“I bet you like this,” he says, though he doubts it’s true.

Your answer is muffled by his cock down your throat anyhow. Whatever protests you have are null and void.

“You look pretty when you cry,” he says as he smacks you on the cheek with his cock, wet with your spit. Pretty boy, they called him. Shoved up against the lockers, held down on the turf, gun to his head once.

For the first time, he’s the one in charge.

“Please, stop,” you cried the first time. You stood between Leon and his desk.

“You don’t get to choose,” he said because he’s the boss, and despite how fucked up reality is, you don’t get to choose. You wouldn’t have chosen this.

Leon chose you on purpose. You looked like the type of girl he could break in. The dress you wore to the interview reminded him of one his mother use to wear when he was little, and she was young and pretty, and alive. He didn’t make that connection until later.

When you come to his house that night, he’s sorry, really. The part of him that he lost all those years ago lives at the bottom of the bottle. He, idiotically, takes you fucking him as a sign of forgiveness. Until your hands are around his throat and your finger is in his ass. When you’re rough, it’s boot camp, but when you’re tender it’s his mother sitting atop him. Your hand is soft like hers and he can’t decide if he likes it.

It’s easier to think about her when you touch him like that because at least he can pretend she loved him. In her own fucked-up way. He knows all those guys back in the barracks didn’t think of him as more than two holes plus a dick. And you, you fucking hate him and he can’t ignore that anymore.

He tries to ignore it, tries to ignore you entirely. He doesn’t lock eyes with you on Monday. He eats lunch in his car. Alone. Just like you.