#so I asked the bartender to add a tip on before he rung it through the card machine

[becca-e-barnes]

becca, ari levinson is a filthy man and i love it 😩 but can you imagine stepdad ari fucking you on the kitchen counter while guests are in the room over. he could barely hold himself together seeing you in a cute dress, catching a glimpse of your panties when you ✨bent down✨ to pick something up 🤭

No bc Ari is filthy but Stepdad!Ari fucks

I can imagine him getting so risky with it because he gets off on knowing that there are guests in the next room over.

You've been teasing him all evening, running your hand across those broad shoulders, letting your touch linger just a little longer than you should. He also noticed how you'd been bending over in front of him, letting the skirt of your dress ride up the bare thighs he spends so long worshipping. He snapped when you set his dessert down in front of him, getting so close that only he could hear you whisper "you'll get a sweeter dessert later, sir." right against his ear.

That did it for him, your heart pounding in the short space between the dining table and the kitchen door while your stepfather made your apologies to a room full of people that weren't listening anyway.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispered, his words soaked in venom. "Are you trying to get caught?"

The correct answer is 'no' but your brain and your mouth didn't connect before you started speaking. "I can't help it, sir." Your voice is almost a whimper as the door closes, Ari leading you by the waist around to the other side of the kitchen counter.

"You can't help it? Even after I fucked you this morning? Your legs were shaking when I left your room and now you need more? You just don't quit." Ari bends you over the counter, facing the door you've just come through before running a huge hand up the inside of your thigh while the other presses down on the small of your back. No panties. And you're soaking wet.

You hear a low groan from him, one that makes your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling of his fingertips drifting between your slick folds.

"Fuck, haven't laid a hand on you and you've got yourself all worked up. We're gonna have to make this quick, sweetheart." He knows he can't drag this out the way he'd like to. Someone is bound to need something from the kitchen within just a few minutes but now you've started, neither of you can stop.

You feel him slipping into you slowly, the blunt head of his cock breeching your hole, pressing deeper until he's slid home and there's no feeling quite like it. "Good girl, that's it. This dick is all yours." He coos softly, giving you just a second before he's pulled back and slammed into you once more.

"Keep an eye on the door, baby. You wanted all those people to see you be a little slut for me. This might be your big chance." His teeth are gritted, trying to work himself to orgasm while rubbing your clit frantically to tear yours from you too.

It takes everything in you not to wail at the pleasure. It feels incredible, getting what you wanted, being pinned to the counter and fucked frantically but you know you can't vocalise that.

"Gonna cum inside you, sweets. Don't want you to clean it up either. You're gonna go back in there and sit at that table with your legs crossed so my cum doesn't leak out. Wanna lick it out of you later. You promised me a sweet dessert, remember?"

[lesbobiwan]

Could I ask for 33 and 100 with Rex or Cody? I might be obsessed with your blog...

of course!! thank u for the request!

#33: "Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” and #100: "Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you." + Cody

warnings: sub!cody inspired by this art by @thiccumz and this fic by @zinzinina, strap ons, f!reader, pegging, the word slut is used a few times, cody wearing lingerie

You know he doesn't mean to encourage behavior like this. You know this woman is drunk and doesn't mean anything by it.

Still, none of these thoughts do much to quell the fire that burns deep in your chest and threatens to spill out your throat as the woman titters at something Cody said and rests a hand on his forearm.

"You're so funny, Commander," she purrs, trailing her fingers up Cody's arm. You hear the scratch of her nails against Cody's skin and the stuttered words of the commander as he tries to back away.

His eyes catch yours multiple times from across the bar, but there isn't much you can do besides pour drinks and try not to lose your head.

You doubt your boss would like it too much if you got into a fight with some drunk woman because she scratched your boyfriend a little.

But it's not just that.

It's the flush of Cody's cheeks as her nails trail up his arm. You make him blush like that. You make his words catch in his throat and his breath hitch. Not some lady looking to add a clone commander to the notches on her bedpost.

The woman stays with him all night. Miraculously, she stays on her feet despite the unholy amount of drinks she's ingesting. Unfortunately, company policy is to not cut off customers if they aren't incapable of walking.

You'll hand it to the woman, she can hold her liquor.

On one hand, you're grateful for Cody. He's a watchful eye on the woman, making sure no one slips something in her drink or tries to coax her to bed.

On the other hand, you're angry at him. It's irrational, but you wish he would just tell her to get lost. He's your boyfriend.

Oh well. His ass will pay the price.

Literally.

You finally approach his spot at the bar, having just rung out the last tab and been given the all-clear to head home, as is your routine.

"Can I get you anything else, Commander?" You ask, like you do every night he comes to your bar. You can almost forget about the woman when you just focus on him.

Cody immediately perks up, lips curling into his boyish smile that only you get the privilege of seeing. "Maybe some advice?" he replies, like always — like he's done since the very first night you met him just like this — "There's this bartender that's been eyeing me all night. Think I should ask her for her number?"

You pretend to ponder it, even though the first time he had asked you that question all those cycles ago you responded without hesitation, "I don't know. This bartender — she cute?"

Cody whistles appreciatively, "The cutest."

"Then, I think you should give it a shot," you drop your voice, leaning over the bar and just barely pushing your chest out in his direction.

His eyes drop down to the low-riding neckline of your shirt and you smother your victorious grin behind pursed lips.

"C'mmand'r," the woman slurs, finally making herself known, "I thought we were g'nna get out of —"

"You thought wrong," you snap, and it's laced with only a fraction of the venom you feel swirling around your mouth. "Your cab is out front. I suggest you get lost."

(You had taken the liberty of calling her a ride home before you clocked out.)

Your hand closes around Cody and you pull him out of the bar without waiting for her response.

Perks of living right by the bar you work at: a short walk when all you want to do is go home and fuck the life out of your boyfriend.

Faults of living right by the bar at: not enough time to fully plan exactly how you're going to fuck the life out of your boyfriend.

Cody stumbles after you, "I didn't flirt with her," he tells you, even though you know that. Cody would never. He's too good to you.

"I don't care," you seethe, unlocking the door to your apartment and pushing him through the threshold.

You step in after him, and as soon as you have the door closed, you're spinning him around and pinning him against the wood that's definitely seen better days. "Call me selfish," you pant into the space between you, "But I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."

Cody blinks owlishly at you, mouth dropped open in surprise. This close, you can feel his hot breath fanning against your lips and his thudding heartbeat from where your chests are pressed together.

He starts to whisper your name, voice drenched in arousal, but you cut him off.

"Get to the bedroom. Clothes off. I need to grab something from the bathroom." You inform him, and one of your hands trail up to scratch lightly beneath his jaw.

Cody can't stifle his groan at your words. His cock hardens through his pants, pushing against your thigh, and you can't help but grind your thigh against him before pulling back.

"Go."

His feet smack against the floor as he stumbles away in his enthusiasm to get to the bedroom.

Cody loves it when there's something you need to grab from the bathroom.

You take your time in grabbing the harness and selecting which fake cock you think will best suit tonight's purpose. You linger after grabbing the lube, taking the time to make sure there's nothing in your teeth. You carefully pull off your clothes and step into the harness, making sure you're strapped in tight.

By the time you get to the bedroom, you're sure there's nothing that can throw you off your game. You're about to rock Cody's world. You're infallible, unflappable.

And then you walk into the room and Cody's wearing lingerie.

A beautiful yellow, almost a dark gold that's identical to his armor. Delicate lace is stretched across his pectorals, cupping the muscles deliciously and you can see the way his hard nipples poke out against the fabric.

You zero in on the garters he's wearing. You want to snap them against his thighs. You want to watch the skin redden beneath. You want you want you want.

His cock strains against the lace that can barely conceal it. There's already a little wet spot where the tip of his cock is. Fuck, he's leaking already.

"D'you like it?"

You snap your gaze back up to Cody's.

His face is flushed, and he shifts atop your bed like he's shy, like he doesn't know that you want nothing more than to sit and look for the rest of your life.

"Oh, Cod'ika," you breathe, stepping closer and kneeling on the bed. Your hands trail up his thighs, running along the garter that you're just itching to pull back and let bite into his skin. "You're beautiful."

Cody flushes even more, ducking his head down. His hands flit nervously along the lace that wraps around his waist. "Just wanted to surprise you," he whispers, fingers fiddling with the fabric.

"Fuck, I could just eat you up," you whisper before rising up to press your lips to his.

Immediately, Cody goes boneless against your kiss. His lips go slack and he eagerly welcomes your tongue, offering up no resistance as you dominate the kiss.

Stars, kissing Cody like this gives you such a headrush. This is better than any spice in the galaxy.

"Hands and knees," you whisper against his lips.

Cody whimpers before arranging himself into position. He drops down onto his elbows instead of staying propped up on his hands, sending his back into an enticing arch.

Such a little cockslut, you think to yourself, growing wet beneath the harness.

You don't touch him yet, content to just let him wait.

Instead, you pop open the bottle of lube, noticing how Cody jolts at the sound of the bottle cap cracking open.

There's no back to the lingerie, only strap framing his ass that hold up the lace in the front that holds his cock. Your mouth goes dry at the sight.

"Just look at you," you whisper, inching closer to his trembling form on the bed. "You that much of a slut that you had to wear lingerie underneath your clothes all day?"

Cody's moan is muffled into the sheets. The muscles of his back ripple with how he shifts his upper body in anticipation.

You press just one lubed up finger to the rim of his asshole, and he immediately jerks beneath you.

"Easy," you soothe as you press your finger past the tight rim of muscle. Your second hand comes up to stroke his hip through the lace.

Cody's next moan is ripped from his throat and almost sounds painful. "More!" he begs, tilting his head to the side. His harsh pants fill the room now that he's not muffling himself.

Good. You want to hear him.

"More?" you repeat, teasing a second finger at his rim. "You want another finger so soon?"

"Please!"

You press your second finger in and immediately begin scissoring your two fingers. "You're so tight," you hiss, rubbing at the beneath his balls.

Cody keens. His cock jerks against the scrap of fabric holding him in.

Fuck you want to taste him.

He rolls his hips back against you, sobbing into the sheets as he rides your fingers.

Your grin is downright feral as you push in a third finger, maybe a bit too soon if his guttural sound is anything to go by, but you know Cody loves a hint of pain with his pleasure. "Pushing back against my fingers already?" You tsk in mock disappointment. "Pathetic."

Cody turns to look at you over his shoulder, and you're delighted to see his eyes wet with unshed tears. "Please, fuck me!" he begs, pushing unashamed against your hand in search for his own pleasure.

You've been pointedly avoiding his prostate. The dildo you picked will compensate for that more than enough.

"You think you're ready?" you ask even as you line up the tip of the silicone to his winking hole.

"Please!"

Your grin is all teeth as you sink in until your hips meet his ass cheeks.

You pull Cody's head up by his hair before he can muffle his wails into the mattress.

His sharp cry of pleasure echoes through the room, bouncing off the walls until you're sure your neighbors can hear it.

Good. You want everyone to hear how you can make Marshall Commander Cody a dripping mess with your cock.

You instantly set a brutal pace, pulling out and pounding back in with long thrusts.

Cody can never shut his mouth when he's fucking you, and it only gets ten times worse when you're the one fucking him.

He's a mess. His eyes roll so far back in his head you think they'll actually get stuck, and his hands grab at your sheets so tightly you hear them start to rip.

You actually have to speak up in order to be heard over the way Cody moans.

"You're stretched so tight around me," you pant, finally giving into the urge to snap the garter against his thigh.

The ensuing yelp is delicious.

"You think that woman at the bar knows you went home and got fucked?" you hiss, snapping your hips harder against him, "You think she knows how much you like to get fucked by your girlfriend?"

Cody wails.

"Fuck, you're such a slut, Cod'ika," you grin and wrap your hand around his cock, pulling him free from his lacy confines.

You jerk him in time with your thrusts, and it isn't long before he's a leaking mess over your fingers.

His body can't seem to decide whether it wants to push back into your thrusts or fuck into the tight circle of your fist. Cody's thighs tremble each time you punch into his tight hole.

"You gonna cum for me?" you purr, pulling him up so his back is pressed flush to your front. You add a twist of your wrist on every upstroke of his cock.

That seems do to the trick.

Cody seizes up around you, clenching so hard around the dildo inside of him that he stops your thrusts as he cums in ropes against his stomach, and eventually dribbling down your knuckles.

You ease the strap-on out of him once he rides out the last of his orgasm and lay him down on his back. You lose yourself in the movements of wiping the cum from his torso and the tears from his cheeks.

You slide the harness off of you, ignoring the slick feeling between your thighs in favor of crawling onto the bed next to Cody and draping your body atop his.

Immediately, his arms wrap around your waist and he buries his nose into your hair.

"I didn't think you flirted with her," you whisper as you trace swirls into his skin.

Cody hums, "I know," he assures you, voice slurred with sleep. "If this is how you're gonna act when someone tries to feel me up, by all means be my guest,"