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Late Night Brilliance

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Summary: Barba shows up at your house unexpectedly one evening to go over a case. What began as an honest need to work through some inconsistencies, turned into a battle to maintain professionalism and composure.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), oral (M receiving), mentions of F receiving oral, fingering, light dom/sub vibes (Rafi is totally a dom).

A/N: Spanish Translations:

Querida/Cariño/Nena: Terms of endearment (darling/sweetheart/baby)

Meirda: shit

Por favor: please

The rest will be in brackets and italics after the sentence.

You were in the middle of eating your Chinese takeout when you were disturbed by a knock at your door. You weren't expecting any company and had been taking full advantage of a quiet Friday night in.

You sighed quietly as you pulled yourself off the sofa and went to answer the door. A shiver of surprise ran down your spine as you peered through the peephole. You groaned inwardly, glancing down at your rather disheveled appearance. You'd thrown on an old baggy t-shirt and leggings when you'd gotten home from work, but one look at the man standing on the other side of your door filled you with regret.

You pushed down any feelings of dread--and butterflies--as you opened the door and greeted your visitor with a warm smile. "Rafael Barba. What brings you by at 6:30pm on a Friday?"

Your tone was light and teasing, despite the unease you felt internally. He gave you his signature half-smirk, eyes quickly scanning you from head to toe, making you feel even more self-conscious.

He was wearing a beautiful three piece navy pinstripe suit with a lovely pink tie. You had no doubt he had matching suspenders under that damn vest...you hated how good he looked even after a long day of work.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said in a tone that indicated he knew damn well he wasn't interrupting anything. "I was hoping to talk to you about the Milligan case."

"Nothing better to do on a Friday night, Counselor?"

He chuckled. "My options were to spend the evening in my office, at home alone, or come spend it with a beautiful woman. I chose the latter."

You were more than a little surprised by his words, though you did your best not to show it. The two of you were known to flirt occasionally, but neither had dared to cross the line. A relationship between the two of you was out of the question, not that he was even interested in pursuing one with you. After all, he was married to his work and you were quite far from his type...you'd seen Yelina.

"Lucky for you, I also have no life outside of my job," you teased. "Come on in and make yourself at home. I've got Chinese food if you're hungry and I just opened a bottle of Merlot."

Rafael followed you in, shedding his suit jacket and draping it across the back of a dining chair. He began to roll up the sleeves of his white button down and you felt a stirring in your abdomen. "Chinese sounds amazing, but I can't say I'm a fan of Merlot."

It took you a moment to register the words he'd spoken as you were too preoccupied with not revealing how incredibly sexy you thought he looked in that moment. "I, uh--I think I have some bourbon if you're interested."

You practically bolted to the kitchen to look in the cabinet where you kept the liquor. You desperately needed to be as far away from him as possible before your face gave away the thoughts in your head.

"Bourbon sounds good."

Your eyes scanned the cabinet, locating the half-empty bottle at the back of the shelf. "Two fingers or three?"

"Three," he answered, voice much closer than it had been moments before.

You turned around to see Rafael leaning against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest. Your eyes nearly rolled into your head at the sight and you let out an audible sound you hoped could be interpreted as surprise.

You poured the drink in silence, before handing it to him and gesturing for him to follow you to the living room. "We can eat at the table if you prefer..." you trailed off.

"Not necessary. The couch looks perfectly comfortable."

He sat down on one end of the couch and you sat on the other, as far away as you could possibly get without sitting on the arm. He raised an eyebrow at you, but didn't comment on the awkward distance you'd managed to put between you.

"So you--um--you wanted to talk about Milligan?" you asked.

"Not exactly. I wanted to talk about the victim, Shelly."

"What about her?"

"Something about her story isn't sitting right with me."

"Okay..."

"I want you to go over it with me again. Maybe give me a fresh set of eyes and a different perspective?"

"I'm not sure how much help I can be, Barba. I was in the room when she disclosed--that's not exactly a fresh set of eyes."

"Perhaps, but you are a psychologist. You see things very differently from the rest of us."

You sighed. "Alright, I'll bite. Where do you wanna start?"

As the two of you began to discuss the case and the inconsistencies in the victim's story, your discomfort started to evaporate. This is what you were passionate about--what you were best at. Everything else simply faded away and Rafael became just a colleague, not a man you were hopelessly romantically interested in.

Two hours passed, but it felt like no time at all. Your coffee table was littered with files and papers, and both you and Rafael were leaning over it, examining pieces of evidence. He was mere inches from you, but you were so absorbed in what you were doing that you hardly noticed.

"Cariño, can you pass me that witness statement?" Rafael asked.

You grabbed the paper he was referring to and handed it to him, eyes still scanning the page in front of you. The term of endearment didn't even register in your mind, nor did he seem to realize he'd even said it aloud.

After a few moments, Rafael asked you another question. "Do you have the surveillance photos from the bar?"

You pushed a few folders out of the way, digging the file with the photos out from the bottom of the stack. "What are you looking for?"

"Her outfit."

"Why?"

He didn't answer as he flipped through the photos, finally landing on the one he had been looking for. "Look at this."

He handed you the photo, which you'd seen before. "Yeah that's Shelly leaving the bar before the assault."

"Right. Notice her outfit?"

You glanced at the photo again. "Typical night out attire. Why is this important?"

He handed you the statement he'd been reading earlier. "She came directly to the precinct after her assault to disclose, right? Nowhere in her initial statement does she say she ever changed clothes."

You'd been there the night in question, had sat beside Olivia as she took Shelly's statement. "She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt," you stated.

"So why didn't she tell us she went home first?"

"She might have been worried we would judge her or blame her for the assault because she wasn't dressed like a nun."

"Yeah, I suppose that's possible."

He looked a little crestfallen, like you'd rained on his parade. He knew in his gut Shelly wasn't telling the whole story, but he couldn't prove it. He needed a single thread...just one thread to pull on. He needed to know now before the trial began and the defense unraveled the entire case.

A thought dawned on you. "No semen, no body fluids," you mumbled as you searched the coffee table for the rape kit report from the hospital.

Rafael watched you, unsure of what you were thinking.

"Ahh!" You grabbed the report and flipped through it. "There was evidence of trauma to her vagina and several bruises on her body, but there were zero traces of any DNA that wasn't hers."

"Okay, but that's not uncommon."

"Perhaps if she'd waited to report, I would agree, but I think there's an alternative reason."

He raised an eyebrow and waited for you to continue.

"She went home and showered."

Realization dawned on his face. "Didn't you or Olivia ask that question?"

"Of course we did, but I think she was scared to tell us, scared of what we'd say."

"We need to reinterview her."

You nodded.

Rafael pulled out his phone and called Olivia. He relayed what you'd discovered and asked her to reinterview Shelly the following day. Olivia agreed and thanked him for letting her know.

"You're brilliant, you know that?" he said as he hung up, vivid green eyes locked on your face.

"Minor detective work, at best," you said with a shrug. "I've been doing this long enough that I should be able to put pieces of a puzzle together. Besides, as you rightfully mentioned, it's my job to study and understand human behavior."

He smiled. "Even still, it was good work."

"You found the pieces, I just put them together."

"Take the compliment, (Y/N). You know I give them so rarely."

You laughed. "Alright, alright. Thank you, Rafael."

His expression shifted slightly, gaze darkening as he looked at you. "I don't think you've ever called me by my first name before." Even his voice was lower, huskier.

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks. "I--uh, I'm sorry."

He reached out and grabbed your hand. "Please don't apologize. I liked hearing it...very much."

Heat began to spread through your entire body, coloring more than just your cheeks. You were unsure how to respond--the unfamiliar territory both daunting and exciting.

Rafael mistook your silence for discomfort, immediately removing his hand from yours and looking incredibly uncomfortable. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Everything in you wanted to reach out and touch him, reassure him that his words--and his touch--were welcome, but you knew that would be crossing a line you couldn't uncross.

"No worries," you mumbled.

The awkward silence stretched on for a few moments, during which time you were silently kicking yourself for making things weird.

"Well, umm, thank you for your help tonight. I-I guess I should be going," Rafael muttered lowly.

He started to get up and gather the papers strewn about the coffee table. You knew you should help him, but you didn't move--frozen in place with indecision. He couldn't see the war raging inside you, couldn't hear the thoughts screaming in your head.

After what seemed like an eternity, you finally forced out two words, "Don't go."

Rafael paused, holding a few papers in one hand and a folder in the other. "Pardon?"

You swallowed thickly, rising to your feet. "Please stay."

Surprise lit up his handsome face. "It's getting late," he said softly. "Are you sure you want me to stay?"

You nodded.

He slowly set the papers back down and came to the other side of the coffee table, positioning himself directly in front of you. He reached out, tentatively placing his warm palm against your cheek. You leaned into his hand, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

"I need to hear you say it, querida," he murmured.

Your bright (y/e/c) eyes met his, a surge of confidence making your words clearer. "I want you to stay, Rafael."

His lips parted slightly, partially in surprise and partially in arousal. He stepped closer to you, closing the gap between you. His lips ghosted over yours before finally pressing gently against them, pulling you into a soft kiss.

You wanted nothing more than to lean into his kiss, to feel his hands on your body--you wanted to know what it was like to be worshipped by him, to make love to him.

But the rational part of your brain--the part that kept you on the straight and narrow your entire life--had managed to rear its ugly head. You couldn't drown out the voice in your head screaming at you that this was wrong--that you couldn't do this with him...he was your coworker, for god's sake.

You suddenly pulled away from him, voice coming out in a rushed whisper, "We can't."

While he was disheartened at the sound of your words, he wasn't really surprised. It wasn't forbidden--technically--but that didn't make it easy, or even right. "I won't force you, cariño."

His soft, comforting words made you want him even more. You sighed quietly and leaned your forehead against his. "We shouldn't," you whispered so softly he almost missed it.

His hands had settled on your hips and he began to rub soothing circles into your sides. "Can't or shouldn't?" he asked lowly.

Your trembling hand pressed firmly against his chest in a way that made him feel like you were pulling him closer, not pushing him away. "Please," you begged softly, neither of you sure of exactly what you were asking for.

Rafael's left hand slid lower on your hip, the tips of his long fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your bottom. His right hand pulled you closer to him, holding you flush against his body. "Tell me you don't want me--don't want this," he pleaded, voice husky with desire.

Your lips trembled against his mouth, body responding to his like it was made for him. "I can't..."

His left hand moved to grab you more fully, eliciting a soft moan of need from your lips. "Querida...tell me to stop."

"Please don't stop," you whimpered. "I need you--por favor, Rafi."

"Mierda," he growled, pulling you somehow even closer to him. His lips crashed into yours with a hunger you couldn't describe--a hunger you returned in kind.

The next several moments were a flurry of hands all but tearing at each other's clothes, desperate to feel skin to skin contact. In what had to be a record pace, the two of you found yourselves standing in nothing but underwear in the middle of your living room.

Rafael grabbed you tightly and tugged you down with him as he fell into a sitting position on the couch. You straddled his strong thighs, lips still hungrily devouring his.

He groaned lowly as your pelvis ground against his erection, the intense need for friction almost painful. His soft hands ghosted up your back, unclasping your bra with practiced ease.

You pulled away from him just long enough to send your bra flying across the room. Rafael licked his lips in anticipation before leaning forward to capture your nipple between his soft lips.

You sighed softly, fingers twining through his hair in order to hold him tightly against you. He used one hand to massage your other breast before switching to ensure both received equal treatment.

"Rafi," you whimpered as the need to feel him inside of you continued to grow.

"Si, hermosa?" he murmured.

You ground down against his erection again, silently telling him what you needed.

His hands immediately went to your hips, halting your movements. "I need you to tell me what you want, querida."

"You," you begged.

He smirked. "Puedes hacerlo mejor. Usa tus palabras." [You can do better. Use your words.]

If you were being honest with yourself, your Spanish was not nearly as good as it had been when you were younger...after all, you hadn't really spoken much Spanish since high school. Working with Nick Amaro, and now Rafael, had forced you to revisit your knowledge of the language in an attempt to brush up. Thankfully, you understood a hell of a lot more than you spoke, so you were able to piece together what he was telling you to do.

"I want you, Rafael, please."

"I'm right here, hermosa."

You glared at him, which earned you a patented smirk in response.

"Si quieres algo solo tienes que preguntar," he murmured softly. [If you want something, you just have to ask.]

You bit your lip. You weren't a shy person, but you had never been very vocal during sex in the past. Your partners didn't often ask you what you actually wanted, so you weren't even sure how to respond to him.

"I want you to touch me."

"Donde?" [Where?]

You realized he wasn't going to let you get away with not being explicit, but you couldn't quite bring yourself to say the words out loud. Instead, you grabbed his right hand and guided it between your legs, placing it firmly against your extremely damp panties. "Here."

Rafael smiled wolfishly. "Now was that so hard?" His voice was teasing, but there was a heat in his eyes that betrayed exactly how turned on he was.

He didn't give you a chance to respond as he pulled your underwear aside and slipped his fingers between your dripping folds. You gasped softly, hands gripping onto his shoulders for support.

"Is this what you needed, cariño?" His fingers gently toyed with your clit, providing some stimulation, but not exactly what you needed.

"More, Rafi, por favor," you begged.

In response, Rafael slipped two fingers inside of you, twisting his hand to form a come hither motion as he sought your sweet spot. His thumb provided the pressure against your clit that you so desperately needed and you moaned loudly as his fingers found your g-spot.

"There we go, nena. Te tengo." [I've got you.]

You clung to his shoulders as his expert fingers worked you closer and closer to the edge. You were almost surprised by the ease with which you felt your orgasm approaching--you couldn't remember the last time you'd cum from nothing more than a man's hands.

Rafael slid a third finger inside of you and began to add more pressure to his movements on your clit. The stimulation was exactly what you needed and you knew your orgasm was close. You were hesitant to tell him, but you also didn't want him to stop. "Rafi, I'm so close--please don't stop."

"I won't," he murmured, changing nothing about his current movements. "Quiero sentirte venir." [I want to feel you come.]

Your breathing was labored and your legs had begun to shake--a surefire sign of your impending orgasm. He could feel your walls squeezing his fingers and he couldn't wait to feel the sensation around his cock.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as your orgasm rushed over you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Rafael slowed his motions, but didn't stop until you began to whimper and squirm away from him.

He pulled his fingers out of you and lifted them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan of enjoyment. "Tastes so good, nena. Can't wait to taste you properly."

Your eyes widened slightly, having found the action extremely arousing. Your gaze then traveled down his body, landing on his still clothed cock. Your eyes flicked back up to his, your expression practically begging him to fuck you properly.

"Hay algo que quieras?" [Is there something you want?] he asked with a smile.

"I'd really like you to lose the boxers."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, enjoying your demanding tone more than he'd expected. "Stand up for me, querida."

You did as he asked, albeit slowly.

He lifted his hips and slowly tugged his boxers down, finally freeing his painfully hard cock. Your eyes widened slightly, gaze appreciative of his member. He was both thick and long, and the head was leaking enough precum to give you the strong urge to taste it.

Your eyes never left his cock as you tugged your own panties off, wanting to be just as deliciously naked as he was. You started to drop to your knees, but Rafael reached out and grabbed your arm.

"What are you doing, nena?"

"I wanna taste you," you answered softly.

He closed his eyes for a moment, swearing softly in Spanish under his breath. "As much as I would love to feel your pretty little mouth on my cock, I don't think I can take it."

You felt incredibly disappointed and your expression must have shown it because his gaze took on a slightly pitying look.

"Just a taste?" you pleaded.

He couldn't deny he wanted it as badly as you did--probably more so, but what really pushed him over the edge was the sound of your soft voice begging him. He didn't wanna say no to you--ever.

He released your arm with a soft sigh. "Está bien--just a taste." [Alright.]

You grinned, feeling pleased at having won. You dropped to your knees and gripped his cock in your warm hand, gently stroking him before leaning forward to lick the precum from the tip. Rafael groaned at the feeling, followed by a string of Spanish curses as you took his cock in your mouth.

The sensations you were providing him had him making more noise than you'd ever imagined. His fingers fisted into your hair and his hips jerked as you pleasured him--a feeling of pride settling into you as you listened to his moans. You felt powerful, having made the great Rafael Barba turn to putty in your hands.

His grip in your hair tightened and he pulled you off his cock much sooner than you would have liked--a groan of displeasure leaving your lips in protest.

"Get up here," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. It was the same tone he used in court when he was tearing someone apart on the stand.

You immediately did as he asked, once again straddling his thighs, but this time, you awaited further instructions. Everything about his demeanor oozed dominance and you were more than happy to slip into a submissive role for him.

He gripped his cock and slid the head between your folds, sending sharp bolts of pleasure through both of you.

"Dime que me quieres," he demanded. [Tell me you want me.]

"I want you, Rafael," you answered instantly.

He smiled at your clear willingness to obey. "Dime que me necesitas." [Tell me you need me.]

"I need you."

He leaned forward so his lips were inches from your ear. "Vas a gritar mi nombre?" [Are you gonna scream my name?]

"Si, Rafi! Please!" you begged. "Te necesito dentro de mi." [I need you inside of me.]

He rolled his hips up slightly, pushing the head of his cock into you. He held you tightly in place, not allowing you to move lower.

"More, please!" you cried, desperately trying to lower yourself onto him fully.

"Rogar por esto, nena. Dejame escucharte." [Beg for it, baby. Let me hear you.]

"Please, Rafi, please," you pleaded. "I'll do anything--please. Please just fuck me!"

His grip on your hips lessened just as he rolled his hips upwards, allowing him to plunge into you as you pressed yourself down on him. The tip of his cock brushed against your cervix, sending a jolt of pain through you, but pain quickly turned to pleasure as he began to move.

"You feel so good, querida. So tight and warm--made for me, weren't you?" Rafael murmured into your skin as he slowly rolled his hips.

You whimpered slightly, the slow pace not enough to soothe the burning ache within you.

He noticed the way you shifted, clearly seeking more friction, so he loosened his grip on you, allowing you more freedom. You gripped onto his shoulders, using them as additional leverage as you began to ride him properly.

Salacious sounds filled the room, a mixture of your bodies joining together and your shared moans and whimpers. Rafael's mouth nipped and sucked at your pulse point, your collarbone, and your lips--anything he could reach.

The position was enjoyable, but Rafael sensed you needed more--and he felt the need to take over. He pulled you in close to him, holding you tightly as he stood, flipping you onto your back on the couch.

You gasped in surprise, delighted at the change in position. Rafael immediately took charge, bending your legs towards your chest and thrusting into you hard and fast.

"I need to feel you cum, hermosa. Dime que necesitas." [Tell me what you need.]

You were a whimpering, moaning mess beneath him, and your brain was struggling to make sense of the words he was saying. It took you a moment to understand, but even then you couldn't find the words. Instead, you slipped your hand between your bodies and began to rub your clit.

Rafael pushed your hand out of the way, replacing it with his own. He'd be damned if he wasn't the one who made you fall apart. "Vendrás por mi?" [You gonna come for me?]

"Rafi!" you cried out--the only coherent thing you'd said in minutes.

Your pussy clenched down on his cock, squeezing him so tightly he nearly came on the spot. He continued to fuck you exactly as he had been, fingers still pulsing against your clit.

Moments later, you came with a loud cry of his name, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing down on you as he rode you through the orgasm.

He removed his hand from your clit, using it instead to grip the back of the sofa, his other hand supporting his weight on the arm. He chased his own high, finding it a few seconds after you. He groaned your name as his hot seed filled you up, hips still pumping for a few moments before he collapsed on top of you.

You wrapped your arms around him as he came down, aftershocks wracking both of your bodies.

Once you'd both caught your breath, Rafael lifted his head to look at you. He smiled as he took in your fucked out appearance--evidence of your enjoyment written all over your face.

"You're so beautiful, querida," he murmured.

You blushed. "So are you."

He chuckled. "I'm not quite sure a man wants to hear that he's beautiful."

"Eres muy guapo, papi," you said with a grin.

His eyes darkened slightly. "That's much better."

He pulled himself up so he could kiss you properly. When he deepened the kiss, you found yourself heating up--the desire once again building in your core.

"How 'bout I take you to bed and properly worship you, cariño? Would you like that?"

Your eyes widened. "You don't have to..."

"I know, but I want to. I wanna taste that pretty pussy properly before I fuck you again."

You grinned a little, enjoying the twinkling in his eye as he looked at you. "Second door on the left," you stated, pointing down the hall.

"Perfecto," he murmured as he stood up. He leaned down and scooped you up in his arms, bridal style, and began to carry you towards the bedroom.

"Rafi!" you yelled in surprise, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

He tossed you onto your bed and crawled on top of you to kiss you deeply. "Now, if it pleases the court, I'd like to spend the next 15 minutes with my head between these sexy thighs."

Your cheeks blushed as you chuckled lightly. "It pleases the court very much."

He gave you one last grin before lowering himself between your legs and sending you to heaven as many times as your body would let him.

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tintinxtintin · 24 days

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Taking Care of My Girl ~Dom!Rafael Barba xFem Sub!Girlfriend!Reader

Summary— Aftercare with Rafael.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: Implied smut, aftercare, overstimulation, implied dom/sub relations, implied daddy kink, comforting, physical comforting, kissing, post-sex bliss, etc.

Enjoy (;

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d be holding as your body went limp against Rafael’s.

“Rafi… that was fuck…” you breathed out with a light chuckle, too speechless and fucked out to finish your thought.

“I could say the same thing, Mierda…” Rafael sighed in content, letting out a chuckle as well and using one hand to swiftly swipe his messed up hair out of his face.

The man was holding you up from behind, and his cock was still deep inside your core. You ran a hand through your now messed up hair, before turning back and looking at the man who had just fucked you to ecstasy. You were both beaming with blissed out smiles. His fingers traced mindless patterns along your now sensitive skin.

“I’m going to pull out now, hmmm hermosa…?” Rafael gently told you.

“Alright. just… slowly please, Papi…” you responded still in your sub space, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as your body tingled in the after affects of your orgasm and as the overwhelming wave of post-sex hit you.

“Mhmmm, always.” he sighed reassuringly, before slowly pulling her length out from your core.

You winced slightly at the adjustment of Rafael’s dick pulling past your sensitive walls. His hands were now soft and caressing your shoulders and sides, holding you steady and comforting you through the brief discomfort, compared to the vice grip he had your hips and shoulders just mere moments ago when you were screaming his name as you came together.

“Such a good girl, Cariño…” Rafael cooed in your ear, once he was fully out of you.

His warm and sexy hands then guided you to lay down on the bed. And Rafael came up against your back, big spooning you while running his fingers through your hair and whispering strings of praise in your ear.

“You did good, Querida… so good… bueno nena, mi amor…” Rafael praised you with gentle, soft love.

Your body’s numbness and limpness had faded, and you were now trembling lightly. Your breathing was still shallow, and your head was spinning.

Rafael tended to have this effect on you. Curse him and whoever gave him the genes of not only a silver tongue, but also ten nice thick fingers, on top of a back breaking, leg splitting cock…

He began to rub and massage your trembling and sweaty frame with his hands in soft and loving motions. His mouth gave you kisses along your back and shoulders and neck.

You sighed, finally able to take a breath and resurface from your deep mindset that reeked of sex and power and control. Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned back into Rafael’s sweaty body, humming in happiness at the skin on skin contact.

“There’s my Cariño…” Rafael hummed with a smirk caressing your side now, always proud of how blissed out he made, but just as happy to have his girlfriend back.

“Mmmmmm…” you hummed, turning your head up and back to look at him, then leaning toward him and rubbing your nose against his lovingly, cupping his cheek with your hand, “I love you, Rafi…”

After rubbing noses, you two landed on being head on head, just laying together with closed eyes in peaceful love.

“Mmm, I love you too, hermosa… mucho mucho, mi amor…” Rafael breathed out under his breath for only you to hear.

You both couldn’t help the bright, blissed out smiles that spread across your faces. And you both laid in each other’s arms, taking in and enjoying the moment, while you regained your composures.

You began to doze off in Rafael’s arms, and his heart melted at the sight. Somehow, the cutthroat, ambitious DA that took down rapist and pedophiles had fallen for you and had turned into the biggest softie. He couldn’t deny that he loved who he was with you, just as he enjoyed who he was at work.

He let you sleep for about 20 minutes, drinking in your blissful, resting form, before gently tapping your thigh and rocking you back awake. You snorted a little as you came back to Rafael, stretching a little in his arms still as you woke up.

“I would have let you sleep, but I want to make sure to get you cleaned up, fed, and taken care of, Cariño…” Rafael hummed lovingly.

You now flipped over to your other side slowly as you could feel your impending soreness. Now facing your boyfriend, you looked at his pearly green, caring eyes and your heart melted.

You leaned in just enough to gently place your lips on his. It was a light kiss, short and sweet, but filled with so much unsaid love and care. You then pulled away, too soon for both of your liking, but content at the same time.

“Mmmm thank you… you’re so kind to me…” you hum, your mind still a little fuzzy.

At this, Rafael brought his hands up to your cheeks, and his gaze bore into yours.

“Of course, mi amor… you deserve all the love in the world.” He genuinely said, with a hint of vulnerability and a whole lot of care.

It was Rafael’s turn to press his lips against yours now, before pulling away after a moment with a smile.

“Now, let me go get a warm washcloth, hmmm…? Then I’ll clean you up, maybe we order some take out, I can give you a bath, then bed…?” Rafael breathed out.

You smiled back, pressing your body into his and wrapping your arms around him.

“Yes please…You take such good care of me…” you murmured into his warm and sexy chest.

Rafael chuckled lightly, slowly getting up from the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead before standing up completely.

“For you? Anything, Cariño…” Rafael hummed, before going to get that warm washcloth to clean you up.

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Rafael Barba Masterlist ~Coming Soon (;

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tintinxtintin · 24 days

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Rafael Barba x reader warnings: language, smut, oral, a form of cock warming i guess? lol, dirty talking, cum shot. requested: yup. can't remember who lol. Havent written for Barba or watched his eps in a while so hopefully this isn’t ooc.

Rafael was in his home office later than he had originally planned, one thing simply turned into another and another and another, the next thing he knew the small pile of paperwork had become a mountain. Normally this was just a minor frustration, but tonight was supposed to be date night.

When you’d first gotten home you’d checked in, leaving a kiss on the top of his head, asking how long he thought he would be. An hour and a half later and you were back, sliding a glass of scotch onto his desk with a small sigh and a raised brow that silently asked when he was going to close up shop. An hour after that you’d given up hope for stage one, wandering back into the office to place a take out container on his desk, making sure that he at least ate. Every intrusion pulled his focus, causing him to lose his train of thought and have to start all over again, even if you didn’t actually say anything. Which is why when the door creaked open again he let out a huff, his pen lifting up off the paper as he started to speak.

“If you interrupt me one more time so help me god I will—” He completely forgot how to speak when his eyes moved from the paper in front of him to the doorway and his mouth practically started to water.

You’d changed out of your clothes, a simple yet stunning black lace three piece set hugging your skin perfectly, adorned with light pink flowers, though the kicker was Rafael’s favourite shirt draped over your shoulders, hanging open in the front so he could get a glimpse of the lingerie. You let out a small chuckle, sauntering through the room up to the side of his desk and your fingers curled under his chin, closing his mouth.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“I...” he started, gulping as his eye swept over your body, lingering on the swell of your chest and you smiled.

“See something you like?”

“I most certainly do.” His hands came to grip your hips, tugging you towards him as they slid up your sides, spreading warmth across your skin, “querida you look amazing, but you know I have to finish this.”

“No one said anything about you stopping.” With a smirk you sunk to your knees, hands spreading his legs so you could settle between them, “I’m sure I can find something to keep me occupied.”

“Christ.” Muttering, he shook his head at you, nudging you backwards slightly so his chair was closer to the desk and he picked up his pen again.

Only a moment later your hands were softly rubbing up and down the inside of his thighs, squeezing every so often and every time he glanced down he had a perfect view of your cleavage, pushed up by the fancy bra, your nipples nearly peaking over the top of the lace. He took a deep breath, feeling himself twitching in his pants already and did his best to focus on the work in front of him.

Your hands continued to rub up his thighs, one of them coming even higher to palm at his cock through his pants and he let out a groan, unable to control his hips rocking toward the touch. You continued to grope him, smirking at the feeling of him starting to get hard, knowing just what kind of an affect you were having on him. Your hands reached up to his belt, undoing the buckle before slipping into his pants, pulling them down a few inches to pull his cock out and he let out a hiss.

You spat into your hand before wrapping it around him, beginning to lazily stroke, letting out a needy whine as he got hard, twitching in your hand. Above you he let out a soft sigh, his eyes briefly closing, fingers clenching around his pen before he attempted to shake out of it.

“You like that?” You asked, a smirk in your voice as your hand tightened around him, squeezing ever so softly and a drop of pre-cum began to leak out of his tip.

“You know I do.” He groaned, hips rocking toward you, thrusting his cock further into your hand.

“If this is too distracting I could always just play with myself…” You teased, your hand leaving him and trailing down your own body. You barely got it to the waist of your panties before Rafael let out a low growl, catching your other wrist in his hand, tugging you closer to him.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head, “you know better than that.”

Grinning, you leant forward on your knees, your hands braced on his upper thighs and your tongue darted out to wet your lips, “you want me to suck your cock while you work? Keep you nice and warm and hard until you’re finally ready to fuck me?” You licked a broad stripe up from the base of his cock to the tip, flicking it, lapping up the pre-cum as you did so and he twitched again, “stretch my pussy out, fuck me nice and deep, filling me up completely.” Your words were accented by kisses along his shaft, sucking at the sensitive skin, “I’m wet already just thinking about it.”

Rafael’s free hand tangled into your hair, redirecting your mouth so he could drive his cock between your lips, “then get to work.”

“Mmmhm.” You mumbled back, slowing sinking down on his cock until the tip of it hit the back of your throat.

You held yourself there, tongue drawing patterns across his cock, tracing the veins as you moaned around him, sucking him deeper into your mouth, feeling him throb. You hollowed your cheeks, relaxing your throat so he could press even further into you. You could hear the scratching of his pen as he scribbled through whatever he was working on, but you could also hear that his breathing was getting laboured. Rafael began to shift uncomfortably in his seat, your mouth incredibly warm and wet around him, holding him there, tickling at his cock with your tongue. He twitched inside your mouth, letting out a quiet swear when you moaned around him, the vibration enough to make him stall in his words. You could feel the drool pooling in the corners of your mouth beginning to leak out of your lips, smearing around the base of his cock and you finally pulled off, taking a gasping breath.

Your hand replaced your lips, stroking up and down his length while your mouth moved down to his balls, sucking them into your mouth, your tongue toying with them. A groan left your lips as you rubbed your thighs together, pussy pulsing around nothing, eager for Rafael’s cock to fill you up. Your mouth slipped off his balls, a string of drool connecting the base of his cock to your lips and you glanced up at him with a smirk when you felt his eyes on you.

“God you’re so pretty like this…” he mumbled, his hand caressing your cheek gently, thumb tracing the outline of your lips and you were quick to suck it into your mouth. “Such a good little cock sucker.”

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, causing you to chase after it, your lips landing on the head of his cock when he wrapped his hand around it, redirecting it into your mouth before his hand moved to the back of your head. He guided you up and down, pressing ever so lightly on your head when you deep throated him, setting up a languid pace for you to bob on his cock. As relaxed as you were, you weren’t afraid to start to make a bit of a mess, spit slicking his length, coating your lips, smearing across the crotch of his pants, a bit of drool dripping down your chin.

Rafael could feel his heart racing in his chest, the sounds coming from below him were driving him absolutely wild and he knew by the way you’d began rocking your hips in time with your bobbing that your pussy was completely drenched. His writing was getting sloppier and he knew he was going to have trouble reading it in the morning, but the thoughts of work were slowing slipping from his mind as the only thing he began to worry about was the feeling of you choking on his dick. He managed another sentence before tossing down his pen and letting out a louder moan, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes.

You pulled off his cock with a lewd pop, a small giggle escaping your wet lips, “finished?”

“Something else came up.” He muttered, smirking down at you and you chuckled, still stroking him.

“Certainly did.” With a wink you wrapped your lips around his cock again, picking up the pace as his hips began to rock up to meet your mouth, hands tangling into your hair again. You took him as deep as you could, hands massaging his balls and he grunted, throbbing in your mouth before he finally pulled you off, leaving you panting.

“If you keep that up you’re gonna make me come.” His hands slid down to your shoulders, yanking you up and into his lap, where his hand found its way between your legs, cupping your heat, “and considering you’ve ruined these panties it would be a waste to not feel that gorgeous pussy.”

With a quick smirk Rafael leant in, catching your lips in a kiss, groaning over the taste of himself in your mouth as your tongues quickly started rolling against one another. His arms wound around you, holding you close as he stood up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You couldn’t resist grinding your clothed cunt against his hard on, your panties dampening from both sides now. He crossed the room to the couch across from his desk, gently dropping you onto it.

“Why don’t you get rid of that excuse for underwear?” He asked, his hands making quick work of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor behind him.

Your hands reached up behind your, un clasping the bra and tossing it aside, “you could just pull them to the side?”

“God you’re feeling dirty tonight, aren’t you?” Rafael grinned, stepping toward you so he could cup your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples and you let out a happy sigh that morphed into a moan when he pinched at them, gripping the flesh harder.

“Got bored,” your eyes fluttered shut as he continued to play with your tits, “watched a few videos…”

“And were you touching yourself?”

“Only over my panties.”

“Good girl.” His hands left your chest, one cupping your cheek to direct you into a kiss before he shoved his pants down, “now get up on your knees and turn around.”

You eagerly did as asked, bracing yourself on the back of the couch and sticking your ass out as Rafael dimmed the lights in the room, making the view through the darkened window come a little more to life. Stories above the city streets below, the skyline full of sparkling lights, night sky twinkling with stars, you were high enough there was a very little chance of anyone seeing you, but the thrill was still there and sent shivers through your body. Rafael’s hands soothed up your thighs, pulling your cheeks apart before his fingers slipped into your thong, pulling it off to the side to expose your glistening pussy.

“God you’re just fucking drenched.” He muttered, bending over you to swipe his tongue through your folds, pulling a gasp from your lips as he sucked on your cunt for a moment, growling at the taste of your juices. “Always so sweet querida.” Two of his fingers easily sunk into you and you couldn’t help but push back onto them, whining as your eyes fluttered shut and he chuckled, “and already ready for me… you really are needy tonight.”

“Raf.. please…” Your head fell forward onto your forearms, practically panting in need as his fingers danced across your body, a feather light touch on your skin that left fire in its tracks.

“God you’re so hot when you beg.” He replied, hand wrapping around his cock as he guided it your leaking cunt.

He rutted against you, cock sliding through your folds, smearing your juices all along it and you let out a long moan, body shaking as wetness leaked out of you. It wasn’t a want, it was a need, your pussy absolutely throbbing, your clit swollen and sensitive, twitching every time his dick rubbed past it. He finally gave you some relief when the head of his cock nudged at your cunt and your body relaxed, a sigh escaping your lips as he sunk deeper into your heat inch by inch.

“Fuck…” You groaned, pushing your hips back toward him, making sure every inch of him was fully seated inside your throbbing cunt.

“You’re squeezing me so tight already, shit.”

Rafael braced his hands on your hips, starting to pull his cock out until only the tip was left inside you before he sunk all the way in again, moaning right along with you. You were perfect, pussy fitting him like a fucking glove, pulsing around him like heaven, just the way he craved, the way he loved. He couldn’t help but set a steady pace, knowing you were both so riled up already he didn’t want to waste time but also didn’t want to come instantly. Each thrust of his hips were met with a little squeak or whimper from you, the harder ones earned moans, soft swears, his name tumbling from your lips like a sweet prayer.

“S-so good.” You groaned out, gripping the back of the couch harder when Rafael circled his hips, cock hitting every spot of your walls.

“Take me so well.” He husked, picking up the pace, a hand sliding up your back until it tangled into the roots of your hair, tugging your head up so you could see the faint reflection in the dark window.

“Fuck…”

“Like that don’t you?” He chuckled, “bet you wish they could see how you take my cock, hmm? How messy this little pussy is? God you’re dripping down your thighs that’s how much you like the way I fuck you, isn’t it?”

“Mmhmm.” You managed out, a strangled moan breaking free from your throat, “ ‘m close…so close…”

Rafael knew what you were begging for, and he knew he wasn’t far behind you, hand winding around you to find your clit, pads of his fingers rubbing at it, pressing harder with each circle. You were slick with wetness, clit hard and throbbing under his fingers while your pussy pulsed around his cock, juices coating it, squelching noises and the sound of skin on skin bouncing off the walls of the room.

“Come for me querida, come all over my cock.” He grunted, feeling himself throb inside you, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm, stuttering against yours as you cried out, pussy clamping down around him as your juices dribbled out, leaking down your thighs.

“Fuck!”

It was only a second later that he groaned, his hips hitting yours, cock deep inside your cunt as his cum shot out of him, coating your walls and you let out another whimper at the sensation. He squeezed at the base of his dick, making sure to fill you with as much cum as he could, your pussy milking every last drop out of him. He dropped his torso over yours, holding you flush to him as he panted, messy kisses pressed to the back of your shoulders as your bodies trembled together.

“Oh my god…” He mumbled and you laughed softly, shifting to collapse to the couch underneath him, whining when his cock slipped from you.

“Still mad about the interrupting?” You asked with a smirk as you rolled over and it was his turn to laugh.

“Absolutely not.”

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Day 10: Cockwarming - Mafia!Stucky

Summary: You’re feeling needy and restless so Steve offers you something to suck on, much to Bucky's amusement.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, praise kink, oral (m receiving), dribbling, cockwarming, subspace (kinda), needy!reader, teasing, dom/sub Bucky teases Steve

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“Hey boss, the meeting was a success as per usual; Starks agreed…” Bucky’s voice trailed off as he froze in the middle of the office. His thick brows furrowed in confusion as he turned on the spot as if what he was searching for would suddenly appear. It was too quiet and empty, eerie either.

Steve’s expression was displaying anything but those emotions. The mafia leader looked relaxed, slumped as far back into his giant leather chair, verging on the point of looking unprofessional and dishevelled. Bucky stepped closer to his boss, who finally looked away from under the desk to his boyfriend with a deep smirk on his parted lips, his hand disappearing to where his eyes had once been under his desk.

Bucky rested his hands on his hips, moving back his suit jacket as he gave Steve a questioning gaze with his eyes squinting and head tilted to the left. “Where did she go, Steve?”

“Aren’t you supposed to call me Boss when we’re in the office?” Steve retorted arrogantly, raising one of his dark blonde eyebrows towards his second in command. Bucky gave him a deadpan stare, which caused Steve to chuckle and explain, “She’s being a good girl. After you left for the meeting, she wouldn’t sit still; she said she felt needy and wanted something to do, so I gave her something to suck on.”

As Steve explained your current predicament, your body reacted with the slightest hint of embarrassment, even though it wasn’t uncommon for you to be doing something with either Steve or Bucky in a sexual way. Face warmed and throat constricting, you tried to curl further into a ball in an attempt to make yourself smaller as if Bucky or Steve could see through the thick oak desk. In truth, for the majority of the morning, you’d been sitting with Bucky, his metal arm wrapped around your waist as your head rested sleepily on his shoulder. It had been a quiet morning, which meant you could needily cling to him, smell his ocean-scented aftershave and do nothing but tip in and out of sleep.

Steve had been working at the desk next to Bucky’s and would occasionally come over to kiss the top of your temple and cup the back of the brunette man’s head affectionately. Eventually, though, Bucky regretfully had to fulfil his role within the gang and had to attend a meeting, even after you begged and held onto his arm with a childish pout but reluctantly let him go. This was where your eyes turned to your very busy boss of a boyfriend whose lips had quipped up in the corners because he knew you were internally battling whether to come over and interrupt him or to sit there and sulk.

Five whole minutes passed before you gave up the battle and tiptoed over with your arms behind your back, nibbling on your lower lip, trying to think of the words to say without sounding pathetic and whiny. Steve thankfully moved his chair back to give you space to climb into his lap, accepting the hand he outstretched to help you sit sideways on his muscular thighs.

“Everything okay, beautiful?” he asked whilst pecking your cheek as your fingers delved into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, playing with it and soothing yourself and him.

Your lips pressed into his neck, right over his thumping pulse, as he moved the chair closer to the desk to continue working. “Yeah, I just need some warmth, and you are definitely filling in that role for me; sorry for interrupting you whilst you’re working”.

Steve had to refrain from sighing as he stroked down your spine and implored, “Baby, you know you’re never interrupting me whilst I’m at work. I’d drop everything if you told me to, you know that”.

Smiling against his skin, you thanked him with a kiss to his stubble jaw and relaxed into his hold, feeling yourself becoming sleepy before long. However, that only lasted for half an hour as you became unsettled, antsy almost as you kept shuffling around in Steve’s lap, needing to find something to do. You tried stroking through his hair, playing with the end of his tie so your fingers were occupied, and even moving into different positions so that you could watch what the infamous Steve Rogers did during his working day.

The endless emails and maps had your eyes dropping and dullness returning. “I’m bored”, you pout whilst tilting your head to look at the blonde man who was trying to hold back his grin, knowing this was coming. Sometimes, when you were in one of these unsettled moods, you were similar to a puppy and needed stimulation.

“Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to good use”, Steve suggested, his voice husky and low. It was supposed to be a joke, something that would earn him one of your beautiful grins; he hadn’t anticipated the sly smirk, and you began to slide off his lap. Steve shuffled back to give you some more room as you disappeared beneath the desk, which was a warm, dark hole with enough space to fit into.

Pushing apart his big, meaty thighs, you knelt between them, resting your hands whilst rubbing up and down on the muscles. You gave him a quizzical, thoughtful look, chewed on your bottom lip, “Do you want me just to give you a blowjob, or could I just sit with it in my mouth? I think I just need something to distract me so I can cockwarm you while you work. Is that ok?”

Steve tried not to groan at your sweet little voice, acting all innocent when you asked such a dirty question. Lifting his hand, he rested his palm against your cheek and agreed, “You can do anything you want to me, honey.” Your eyes gleamed as your body rocked in a happy dance, not needing to say another word to him.

As your fingers began to undo his belt and zipper, Steve’s length began to harden and lengthen with each thump of his heart, the shaft filling with blood and arousal. As his cock kissed the air and was sprung free from the confines of his black suit trousers, you began to readjust your position, making sure to be as comfortable as possible. Your arse rested on the floor, finding it softer than remaining on your knees, and then your arms remained on either of his thighs.

Filling your mouth with saliva, you began by licking long strips from the base of his cock to the tip, covering his length so that it was moist. You loved everything about his cock and could stare at it instead to keep yourself occupied, especially when it moved on its own with the pulse of his arousal.

The tip of his cock pressed against your tongue as you took him into your mouth but only an inch or two and rested your face on his lap. Steve was so well endowed, so there wasn't any way that you'd be able to deep throat his entire length, but because you wanted to just rest with something in your mouth, you only needed his tip to suckle on and could still breathe easily through your nose.

His taste always drove you crazy, let alone the smell that had your core sparking away with your pleasure and wetness. You did nothing about it and just continued to lazily lick the underside when you needed to move or gentle, quick sucks. Steve’s hand rested heavily on the top of your head as he licked his lips, watching you find contentment with warming his cock with your mouth.

Attempting to return to work, he looked away from his love up to the laptop, but he couldn't pull his hand away from your head like he was using it to praise you with sweet pets to your cheek or run his fingers through your hair. His work became incredibly more impossible to complete the longer you warmed his cock; especially as every so often you had to move slightly to find comfort, which caused his cock to throb painfully, sending sparks to his balls. Due to the serum pumping through his veins, Steve could stay hard for hours, which was both a curse and a blessing. Great for when he was fucking you into a blubbering mess, making you cum over and over, but a curse when he was so hard and desperate to cum but couldn’t because his body thought he needed to keep going.

For now, you were happy, so he was happy, but he wanted nothing more than to fill your mouth with his cum, making you swallow every drop. It also became a little game for him: how long could he keep you like this before you either asked to stop, fell asleep, or eventually orgasm and needed to rest?

As time ticked by, your jaw muscles ached slightly from keeping your mouth open and resisting the urge to naw down on Steve. You were also half asleep, feeling drowsy, eventually giving up on trying to stop the saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth as it pooled onto Steve’s trousers.

Eventually, your other boyfriend returned from the meeting, not that you were aware at first; it was only when Steve began to talk that you realised he was talking to Bucky. This was when you started to feel somewhat embarrassed at being caught lazily sucking off Steve because you’d been so unsettled with Bucky being gone.

A knock against the top of the desk disrupted your train of thought. Bucky began to talk loudly enough that you could hear as he asked, “You alright down there, Doll? Need a pillow or anything?”

You mumbled the words, ‘No, I’m fine’ around Steve’s dick which throbs and earned a deep groan from the mafia boss. The tips of his fingers dug into your scalp as he clearly enjoyed the vibrations that your tongue and mouth caused.

Bucky smiled broadly, showing all his teeth as he noticed his boyfriend's reactions. Reaching forward, he wrapped his knuckles against the desk again with a knock, which in turn had Steve frowning at Bucky, knowing he was going to ask another question.

“What’s he doing down there? Is little Steve still standing to attention?”

You couldn’t help but smile around the referred-to cock, nodding this time before confirming your answer with a gargled ‘yes’.

“Fuck!” Steve gruffly shouted with his head tipping back in a clear display of pleasure as he thrust his hips so his cock pushed deeper into your mouth. “Bucky, stop. I’m going to cum if she keeps doing that; you don’t understand how close I am already”.

Even though you felt somewhat proud of yourself for getting the mighty Steve Rogers to the brink of orgasm, and he hadn’t even complained about it once that he needed to cum. You still contemplated that it was funny that he was blaming Bucky for his current predicament rather than you, who continued with the gentle sucks, causing your cheeks to indent and tongue brush the area at the underside of his shaft.

Bucky continued to grin menacingly, not listening to Steve’s warnings and wanting to see how close he was, knowing there wouldn’t be any repercussions to his actions. Lifting his metal hand once more, he knocked against the oak, which caused the boss to huff in frustration, beginning to sweat along his temple. “Buck, seriously, she’d finding comfort in this, so can you fucking stop? I don’t want to ruin this for her”, Steve tried to reason with him.

The words and affection in his tone caused you to feel love and warmth as he was trying to refrain from orgasming so that you could be comfortable, even though it was probably paining him to be this hard and not find relief.

Bucky didn’t care and knocked slowly one more time, “You don’t mind, do you, Sweetheart? You could always come and suck my cock if you want to relax, isn’t that right?”

Excitement flooded through you to be able to pleasure not just one of your boyfriends but two as you animatedly answered, “Yes!” but this time, your head lifted off of Steve’s lap, moving his cock with you, but it still moved deeper to edge the back of your throat.

As soon as you moved and the flat of your warm tongue shifted against the underside of his sensitive spot, his hips thrust more harshly this time, and Steve’s grunts became louder and more desperate. You knew what was coming and made sure to move closer, tongue lapping and mouth tightening and sucking harder as thick white spurts of cum coated your throat. Steve’s hand fell from your head as you drank every single drip he had released with his orgasm.

Steve groaned your name like it was the only thing that mattered to him in the world, eyes closed and all thoughts only of your mouth on his cock. The apples of his cheeks were warm and pink from the effort he’d put into trying not to cum, but now that he had, he could try and compose himself.

Rubbing his hands over his face to wipe the sweat gathered there, he breathed deeply, releasing the air slowly as he composed himself.

On the other hand, Bucky was biting his lip, watching the man he loved come completely undone just a couple of moans by his favourite girl.

Tucking Steve’s softening cock back into his trousers, the man finally moved his chair back enough that he could try and help you to stand and pull back into his lap, kissing you feverishly and not caring that he could taste himself on your lips.

“Want me to repay the favour?” Steve asked under his breath as his hand slid up your thigh, but you shook your head with a genuine smile and explained that you were tired, which you were. Accepting this, he massaged over your legs and arms instead to try and remove the ache that had settled there from being kept beneath the desk in a squished position.

With the back of your hand, you wiped away the spit that still soaked your chin from where you’d dribbled as you turned to greet Bucky with a grin.

“Ready for round two?” Bucky asked as he slowly moved and stalked around the desk.

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One for the Money, Two for the Show

Pairing: Stripper!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. Explicit sexual content, explicit language, stripping, smut, voyeurism, rough sex, dirty talk, mild fluff

Notes: Pretty sure this was my first threesome fic I posted or written for that matter. I vividly remember having a good time writing it too.

It was your best friend’s birthday and to nobody’s surprise she wanted to celebrate by going to a male strip club on the other side of town, one she had been talking about for the last couple months. You opted to go the route of making her think it would be a pretty tame night with your small group of girlfriends going out for drinks and shooting pool. When you pulled into the parking lot of One Eyed Snakes however, she nearly screamed herself hoarse as she yanked into a tight hug. It would be your first time coming to this particular club and after tonight you would never regret going.

A round of tequila and Fireball shots and two trays of mixed drinks later, all of you were getting lost in the rowdy atmosphere of other screaming women and half naked men as you tossed dollar bills in the air. The club lights dimmed suddenly leaving only the large stage ahead illuminated in blue and pink neon lights with two chairs placed on opposite ends. Two men appeared from behind curtains, one with a stocky build under beautiful dark skin and assless chaps on. The other was a sexy blonde with chiseled abs and a 1000 watt smile that nearly set the entire rooms panties ablaze. Your eyes stayed glued to him in his extra small star spangled shorts that were doing a bad job of hiding the monster between his legs. A new round of music started up and the DJ came over the mic.

“We heard there’s a birthday girl in the house tonight. Where you at?” Your friends screamed happily as the woman of the night jumped out of her seat and pointed at herself like a giddy school girl. “Looks like you get a dance then, little lady. You and a friend.”

Her head instantly whipped around to you. “Please, Y/N, you have to come with me!”

You laughed heartily as you tossed the rest of your drink back. “Make one of these heifers go with you!”

The dancer in the chaps lifted your friend into the air in the midst of her begging you and whisked her off to the stage. The blonde made his way towards you and held out his hand. You wanted to protest but your other friends were dumping you from your chair to go with him. Shaking your head, you placed your hand in his and let him guide you to the stage.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

You couldn’t help giving him a quick head to toe scan as you bit your lip. Fuck, he was hot. It was ridiculous.

“Y/N,” you answered. “But feel free to call me whatever you want, Mr. Stars and Stripes.”

He flashed that damn smile at you and your brain went blank. “As you wish, sweetheart.”

Both men placed you two in the respective chairs and you shot your friend a look that said you had no idea what you in for but surely it would be a great time. The Weeknd’s “Dirty Diana” started up and before your eyes, the men launched into a routine. The entire room was in an uproar and it was so hard not to get lost in it all. You smiled and felt your face burn hot as blondie danced dangerously close to you, a tilted, devilish smirk on his bearded face. His eyes stayed locked on yours and for a minute it felt like you were getting your own private dance. Unfurling two bills, you deliberately ran them over that tantalizing bulge before you stuck them in the very front of his waistband and neither of you missed the slight jump behind the red confines. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by either of you and you both smiled knowingly before he scooped you up in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around his narrow waist. You didn’t know if this was all part of the routine or if he was improvising but you found yourself being laid on the stage in front of the shrieking crowd as he nestled between your thighs causing your skirt to ride up. He took your wrists in his hands and pinned them back before grinding his hips into you as if he was giving you slow, toe curling strokes and he made sure you could feel him against the thin barrier of your lacy thong. You tilted your head back and tossed a wink at your friends as they cheered you on. As the song neared its end, you were placed back in your chair and the dancers shot each other a look before they ripped their bottoms off in unison, unleashing thick rods that made your mouth water. Your jaw fell completely slack and your thighs clenched. It wasn’t an understatement to say his was probably the most beautiful dick you ever laid eyes on. Glancing back up at him, your insides melted further when he flashed a smile that basically said, “Yeah, I know.”

With the dance over, the now naked dancers walked you back to the table.

“Hope you enjoyed yourself,” blondie said in your ear. His proximity, the rumble of his words radiating through your ear down your spine made you visibly tremble.

“Hell yeah I did.” You wet your lips as you gave him a sultry look. He chuckled before walking off, still sexy as all hell in nothing but those silly boots of his, his dimpled ass flexing with each step. Turning to the other girls as they giggled, you said, “Jesus Christ, I need a drink!”

It was well after 2 am when the lights came up and closing was announced. You were the most sober of your friends somehow which left you with the task of getting them rallied together to go outside but first you had to close out your tab. As you stood at the bar waiting for the bartender, a light tap touched your shoulder. When you turned, your stomach leapt into your throat. Mr. Stars and Stripes himself was standing there now dressed in a tight white tee shirt under a zip up hoodie and black joggers.

“Hey, blondie,” you smiled.

He smiled back, his head tilting in a way that made his fluffy hair fall over his forehead.

“Hey yourself. You taking the birthday girl anywhere else to celebrate?”

“Oh no. We were supposed to hit up Waffle House but she’s had enough for one night. After I close out, I have to drive her drunk ass home.”

You both glanced over to see your friend stumbling over her feet and laughing hysterically at God knows what.

“Well, uh, listen. I don’t normally do this but uh... after you get your girl home, would you like to get together? Maybe grab a drink?”

Those damn blue eyes had you so hypnotized that you would’ve agreed to anything without a second thought. Unfortunately, good sense reared its head and told you that going out with him might not be the smarted idea. Especially after he gave you a full frontal dance.

“As much I’d love to, I don’t think I can. Don’t get me wrong, you are so fucking fine but... I don’t know. I wouldn’t feel right. No offense, it’s nothing to do with all this. Just... after the show you put on, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions if I drank more alcohol around you.”

It was honest and not the first time he heard something like it but even so, for one night he wanted to ignore his own rules he put in place for himself and throw caution to the wind.

“Would that really be so bad?” he challenged, taking a half step closer.

Goddamn him! Goddamn everything about him! You mentally battled with yourself, the little angel and devil on your shoulder fighting to the death over what you should do. The devil’s whispers were just a little too loud as she told you to have fun, make a moment to store in your mental Rolodex for later. Tossing your head back and growling, you told your little angel to face the wall because the rest of your night would undoubtedly be shameful.

“You know what? I’ll take you up on that drink. But first, you have to tell me your name.”

“Steve.”

“Steve,” you repeated. “Nice to meet you. In the most unconventional of ways.”

He laughed. “I’m all about unconventional. Tell you what.” He swiped a cocktail napkin from a nearby holder and reached over the bar to take a pen. “You can meet me at my place and we can go from there. No funny business, I promise.”

He handed you the napkin and you skimmed the address before tucking it in your bra. “Okay. I’ll meet you there.”

“See you then.” He gave you a parting smile before walking off.

You shook your head as you finally closed out your tab and stuck your card back in your wallet. “So we’re just chugging dumb bitch juice tonight, huh?”

After an hour, you pulled up in front of the large luxury apartment building. You didn’t expect him to be in a place so big and pricey but surely with the money he made at the club he could afford such luxuries.

You walked through the lobby, giving an awkward wave to the older woman sitting behind the desk, and into the elevator. Getting off on the next floor, you searched for his room. 30…32…

“34,” you mumbled before knocking.

The door opened and another man that wasn’t Steve answered. His thick brunette hair was brushed back away from his face and a layer of stubble stood out over his jaw. When his slate blue eyes met yours, he smiled warmly.

“Um…hi. Does Steve live here by chance? This was the room number he left for me.”

“Yeah. Are you Y/N?” he asked in a rumbling, almost raspy voice.

“That’s me.”

“Come in. He let me know you were on your way. He’s getting out of the shower now. I’m Bucky, his roommate.”

His low voice was gravelly and kind of raspy, the type you loved to hear husking utter filth in your ears at night. The olive tank top he wore showed off his arms, one of which was covered from shoulder to fingers in an immaculate sleeve of black ink. That was the hand he lent you when he introduced himself to you.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Can I get you anything while you wait? We have water, Gatorade, juice or if you’re in the mood for alcohol, we have a bar in the kitchen.”

“Actually, I could go for a whiskey sour.”

“Coming right up.”

Bucky motioned for you to follow him and you did, feeling tingles from the nervous energy in your body. You didn’t feel uncomfortable here, quite the contrary. It felt so welcoming here for it to be a bachelor pad; Large floor to ceiling windows showcased the cityscape below and captured the reflection of the flat screen tv hanging on the wall across from the kitchen. The hardwood floors shined under your feet and you almost felt like you should’ve taken your shoes off before walking any further. Stainless steel appliances lined the counters and walls and on the opposite wall were wooden shelves filled with various liquors, wines, whiskeys and mixers, a bartenders wet dream. You grabbed one of the stools by the island and sat down, your eyes still scanning the vastness of the apartment.

“This place is amazing. I wish I could afford this.”

“It’s all Steve’s. He inherited it from his parents and he’s been staying in it for a while now. I could barely afford to take a shower here if he wasn’t the one owning it.”

“I bet.”

You watched him make your drink with all the ease in the world, paying extra attention to his hands. Part of you, the lizard brained part that constantly urged you to linger on all the attractive things of a man, was getting hot and bothered by the flex and movements of his fingers. The way his inked hand wrapped around the glass as he handed it to you made you think for just a split second what it would look like wrapped around your throat.

“Whiskey sour,” he said, sliding the glass across the counter.

“Thank you,” you said clearing your throat before taking a drink. “Damn, this is good. Let me guess, you do this for a living?”

“It pays the bills but I don’t do it for a living. Mostly on the weekends.”

“Wherever you work, tell them to pay you triple.”

Bucky laughed, deep and throaty, as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. The action was clearly force of habit but it looked enticing when he did it. Jesus, were you actually lusting after a stripper and his roommate? Maybe going through a dry spell was causing a few synapses to snap.

“Hey, you’re here.”

You turned to see Steve toweling off his hair, basketball shorts slung low on his hips while his abs were on full display. Who gave him the fucking right to look so good? Your earlier words about possibly not being responsible for your actions if you drank rang true more than ever now as you gulped down the drink while eyeing his body. Swallowing the last bit, you set the glass down before wiping your lips like you’d just downed a bottle of water.

“I’m here,” you breathe out.

Steve smiles as he tosses his towel over his shoulder. “You decided on a drink after all, huh?”

“What can I say, I guess this is the night I make bad decisions.”

His brow arched and he shot a glance at Bucky before looking back at you. “Well we can go out or if you’re comfortable here we can just hang out.”

You could tell he was trying to ease away any discomfort. Being in a big apartment with two men who you’ve known less than a couple hours wasn’t exactly the picture of safety in some aspects. Steve gave off the vibe that he could be trusted though. Despite him literally showing you everything, he seemed very shy and awkward, borderline nerdy. He was adorable. It was a dramatic change from the man who was grinding his huge dick against you not too long ago.

“I mean I’m cool here if you guys are. I don’t want Bucky to feel awkward. Will you?” you asked, turning to Bucky.

He gave a nonchalant shake of his head. “I was doing school work when you got here anyway. I’ll be out of the way.”

“You’re never in the way, Buck,” Steve said sincerely. There was a wordless exchange between that you couldn’t quite discern.

Bucky smirked before leaving the kitchen, placing the bottle of whiskey in Steve’s hand. “So you say.” Looking over his shoulder, he gave you a parting wave. “Nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“Same here.”

Steve approached the island where you sat. “Refill?”

“Please.” He went about remaking your drink, his wet hair falling over his forehead. “You didn’t tell me you had a roommate.”

“That’s my bad. I’m so used to him being here that I don’t think about it. He’s usually the one bringing company home, not me. Luckily we’ve gotten past the awkward phase of all that.”

“Why would things be awkward? Aren’t you two friends?”

“Always been friends. And for a while, we were…more. We both realized that can’t last though.”

You froze, eyes wide in surprise. “Wait. The two of you were…together? Like together together?”

Steve chuckled. “Yes. We’re both bi.”

“No shit,” you said almost like you were impressed.

“Yep,” Steve nodded. He set your drink in front of you. “We’ve been friends since childhood and for a while there we thought we could be more but it never really went past fucking. It was fun while it lasted though. Now, he’s just staying here until he can get his own place and finish putting himself through school.”

“Wow. That was unexpected.”

“That doesn’t bother you does it?”

“Trust me if it did, I would’ve been out of the door before you finished that entire explanation. I don’t care who people fuck so long as they’re happy doing it. Zero judgement.”

Steve smiled. “That’s usually the part that makes or breaks the deal for some girls.”

“Well I’m a grown woman first and foremost. It would take a lot more than you and your bisexual ex to make me run for the hills. Plus, I can’t be too surprised. Being a male stripper and all I’m sure there’s plenty of you who swing every which way. Quite literally.”

The laugh that Steve let out then made your stomach fill with butterflies. Why did he have to be so cute?! As the night went on, you both eventually made it to his room where you finished talking about a little bit of everything over multiple drinks, sitting across from each other like kids at a sleepover. Not only was the man hotter than all hell but he was intelligent too. He divulged that he was in law school now and stripping was paying for it. The way he talked about how much he loved studying law and learning more and more about the ins and outs of the legal system with such passion only turned you on more than you already were. With that realization also came the one that you desperately wanted to kiss him.

“What is it?”

“Huh?” you asked, snapping out of your thoughts.

“You’re staring at me really hard. You good?”

“Sorry, I’m fine. Just…,” you trailed off. An explanation was nowhere in reach and you didn’t care to come up with one. “You’re fucking hot, dude. What even are you?”

Steve laughed, his hand over his chest. “I’m just a guy.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“I am. Nothing extraordinary about me. I am flattered though. And to be honest, I’ve been trying my hardest to get the mental image of you laying on stage out of my head.”

“Why? Embarrassed?”

“No. Because ever since you gave me that damn look, all I could think about was fucking you and that’s not something I usually do with patrons. It’s actually a personal rule of mine that I’ve upheld until tonight.”

“Why the change?” Your voice was breathless, nearly a whisper.

“Something about you,” Steve said, his knuckles grazing your leg. The feather light touch caused goosebumps to rise. “I knew I would regret it if I didn’t at least take a shot. Of course, you being super sexy helps.”

It was your turn to laugh then. Your body felt warm and that little devil on your shoulder from earlier rubbed her hands together as she told you to forget everything for just a couple hours and fuck this mans brains out. You couldn’t deny yourself any longer and the alcohol only cemented your choice.

“So if I kiss you right now, would that be okay?”

“If you weren’t asking, I definitely was going to.”

You moved the bottles and glasses to the nightstand before inching forward on your knees toward Steve, his hooded eyes watching you. He uncrossed his legs but said nothing, letting you make the decision whether or not you wanted to crawl between them. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you slowly closed the distance between you, lips melting together like honey. His mouth tasted of whiskey and his skin felt hot under your fingers as you caressed his cheeks. Pulling away, you both breathed out shakily.

“Can I touch you please?” Steve asked, his hands fidgeting by his sides.

“Yes,” you answered.

His hands splayed out over your waist and traveled up along your ribcage, fingers leaving sparks in their wake that tingled.

“Are you okay with this?”

“As long as you are. We don’t have to take it far if you don’t want to. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t,” you rushed out. “I don’t want you to stop. Please.”

Steve nodded as your lips reconnected and he pushed forward laying you on the bed, his body resting between your legs. You had been trying and failing to keep the molten heat building in your core at bay but now, there was no use. You allowed yourself to let your arousal flow, your panties sticking to your lips. As the kiss deepened, you pulled Steve closer and closer, one of your legs snaking up and over to rest on his lower back as you carelessly started grinding against him desperate for friction on your aching womanhood. Steve massaged a hand up your thigh slowly, your skirt riding up.

“Can I touch you here?” he asked, fingers dangerously close to the promised land.

“Yes, please.”

Inching his way closer and closer, her finally grazed over your clothed pussy and the resulting throaty moan he let out nearly sent you over the edge.

“Shit, you’re soaked. Have you been like this all night?”

“It’s been over two months and you stripped for me. All of this is for you and because of you.”

Steve chuckled as he hooked his finger inside your panties and pulled them to the side so his thumb could circle your clit. The action caused you to gasp as a shudder surged through you.

“Sorry you had to wait so long. You’ve ruined these.”

You shrugged. “So take them off then.”

You stared into each other’s eyes silently daring the other to keep going and he did, pushing up on his knees long enough to slip your thong off and toss it to the floor. Before he got back down, he pushed your legs open and looked at your pussy with an evil smile, his intentions unclear but nonetheless making you wetter.

“So fucking pretty. And so much I wanna do to it.”

“What are you waiting for then?”

Steve loomed over you and kissed you before saying, “I’m gonna take my time unwrapping you, sweetheart. I don’t want to miss a single part of you. And seeing you squirm is icing on the cake. Let’s start with this shirt.”

He slipped his hand underneath the garment and pushed it up over your head before unclipping your bra. Your breasts sprang free and Steve couldn’t stop himself from touching them, his thumbs running over your nipples.

“The perfect pink little pussy and the perfect little candy nipples all on this gorgeous body. You’re gonna make a guy go crazy.”

You bit back a smile as he moved onto your skirt, yanking it down and tossing it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. Laying naked under his gaze, you felt so much need and hunger wanting to take over but you allowed him to appraise you like a diamond under the light.

“Will Bucky care if we get loud?”

It felt silly to ask given what Steve said earlier about him bringing his own bedfellows home but you still wanted to considerate even if you were about to get railed out his ex.

“He’ll be fine. Kinky fucker loves to listen in. He might just go to his room and jack off.”

You thought of Bucky in the adjacent room beating his dick to the sounds of Steve fucking you and how he probably looked, strong hands gripping and tugging, mouth open and face flustered.

“Too bad he can’t join us,” you say, only half joking.

Steve paused and you worry you may have gone a step too far. Instead, he slowly smiles at you. “You want me to ask him?”

Was this happening right now? This had to be happening in the mind of a porn director somewhere. You did feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of Bucky joining you both.

“That won’t be weird?”

“It’ll be all about you, sweetheart. We’re givers, not takers. Besides, he has a bit of a thing for watching. So do I.”

Sitting up, you lavish Steve with a kiss, your tongue tasting his. “Go get him.”

“Okay.” He cupped your sex and left a teasing slap on your clit before he jumped off the bed leaving you giggling.

Outside, you heard their voices muffled and a chuckle from one of them before Steve reappeared in the doorway, Bucky right behind him. Their eyes stayed on you for a minute, appreciating the eye candy laid out before them.

“Fuck. She’s a cutie, Rogers. Looks so innocent I would’ve never guessed she was so adventurous.”

“Poor girl has been waiting so long to get fucked that she made a mess of her panties.”

“Aww,” Bucky whined. “You better go take care of her then, pal. She’s looking very needy right now.”

They both sauntered into thee room, Bucky taking a seat in an easy chair across from the bed while Steve came over to you, his thumbs hooking in his shorts before pushing them down to the floor. Seeing his thick cock again took your breath away and you got on your knees before him.

“Can I taste?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” Steve answered, his fingers grazing your face.

You immediately got down and tongued his head collecting the evidence of his arousal before you ever so slowly took him into your mouth, his girth making for a tight fit.

“And your mouth feels like heaven. Fuck, I think I hit the jackpot with you. Can’t wait to be inside you.”

Those words made you moan as you wiggled your ass while you sucked him, determine to make a mess and leave him seeing stars.

“Looks like she really loves giving head. How wet is her pussy, Steve?” Bucky asked.

Steve hummed as he let his hand run up the expanse of your back and over your ass before he pushed two thick fingers past your folds making you whimper around his length.

“She’s soaking.”

“Got a needy little cock slut, too? Definitely hit the jackpot.”

The way Bucky talked, so filthy and raw compared to Steve’s softer but equally dirty words, only made the coil in your belly tighten. This was a dream; Two attractive men ticking boxes of all your wants and needs and wanting to bring you pleasure? It was something worthy of being published in Playboy. Momentarily taking Steve from your mouth, you looked over at Bucky with a sultry grin.

“Come see how much of a needy cock slut I am.”

Bucky sat in the chair with his legs open, one hand palming over his dick while the other rested under his chin, his index finger running along his lip. He really did like to watch. At your words, he smiled.

“I’d love to, darlin’.”

You resumed sucking Steve off while he fingered you, your wetness dripping from your lips onto the bed below. Steve moaned above you, each pump of his fingers going deeper the more you swallowed him. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Bucky stripping down, all hard, defined muscle like Steve and a fat cock to match. You pulled away and used your other hand to stroke Bucky from base to tip while his large inked hand pushed through your hair.

“Fuck, you’re both so big. Almost nervous to feel you.”

Bucky chuckled darkly. “We’ll be gentle, sweet girl. Promise.”

You took him in your mouth and made a messy show of choking on him with a little more fervor than Steve’s. Bucky brought out the depravity in you that you craved and combined with the intimate sweetness from Steve, you were on cloud nine.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Steve asked.

Bucky panted, his hand pushing your head as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck yeah. She’s swallowing me whole over here. Needy slut.”

His free hand laid a slap to your ass causing a chain reaction of you moaning so much you gagged around him, your saliva falling from your lips and running down the length of his cock. You pulled back out of breath, your mouth a mess. Bucky gripped your chin and leaned forward locking your lips in a heated kiss, his chest rumbling with an animalistic growl.

“Ready for more?” Steve asked.

“So fucking ready,” you breathed as you and Bucky parted.

You got up to your knees and laid back on the bed as both men followed, flanking your sides with eager smiles. Steve reached into his nightstand to swipe two condoms, handing one to Bucky as he unwrapped his own. You trembled with anticipation as you watched them prepare, your fingers dancing over your clit to dull the ache of your awaiting sex. Steve scooped you up and rolled onto his back in one move as he placed you over his lap. You positioned his head at your folds and gave him a look that asked for permission before you settled down.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Take your time.”

Bucky moved behind you, his hands roaming your full curves as you sank down on Steve’s cock with a stuttering gasp, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Oh God. You feel way better than I thought you would,” you moaned. “So good.”

Steve gripped your hips, his control barely hanging on as he tried not to drive up into you. You were so wet that you took him with ease, your walls fluttering around him as he filled you completely. As you started moving, Bucky trailed tongue kisses over your shoulders, neck and down your spine, hands cupping your breasts.

“Your body is so damn sexy,” he whispered in your ear.

As you rode Steve, you looked back at Bucky with the most innocent gaze you could manage, eyes glowing in the low light of the room.

“Can I please feel your hand on my throat? It’s all I could think about when I saw you.”

“Hmm. Ask a little nicer and maybe I will.”

You opened your mouth just as Steve bucked up into your heat causing a disconnect between your brain and your lips. The bastard smiled cheekily at your reaction.

“Please choke me, Sir. Please.”

Bucky locked his stare on yours as he inched closer to you and grasped you neck in his hand. Placing a hot kiss on your lips, he captured his own between his teeth.

“Like this?” he asked, fingers firmly squeezing your airways. “You like being choked hard while you fuck yourself on Stevie’s big cock?”

You could only answer in a whimper as the knot in your lower belly pulled tighter and tighter. This was all so much and yet not enough. Your head was swimming in bliss and you hadn’t had a single orgasm yet. It was the wettest you’d ever been and undoubtedly the most horny you’d ever been. The fact that these two men cared more about your pleasure than their own only doubled your arousal.

“Poor girl is speechless,” said Bucky. “Fuck her harder, Steve.”

Steve gripped your hips tight and bounced you on his cock, loud wet slaps filling the air. You dug your nails into his forearms and let your head roll back on your shoulders as you gave in to each torturous stroke spearing your walls.

“Fuck, I think I’m gonna come,” you cried.

“Already?” Steve asked. “Drove you crazy already huh, sweetheart?”

“Feels so good I can’t help it. Make me come, please?”

“God, she even begs like a good little cock slut,” Bucky said. He stroked his cock as he watched you on the verge of falling apart.

“How can I resist you looking this cute when you beg? Come for me,” Steve urged, his hips thrusting harder.

You slammed down on him in a harsh, erratic tempo as you chased your high all the way to the very top and let yourself come crashing like a wave back down to Earth. As your walls clenched around Steve, Bucky tightened his grip sending you into a frenzy as you shook and babbled incoherently, your orgasm searing every nerve as it coursed through you.

“Fuck! Shit!” you squealed out.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” Steve groaned. He slowed his thrusts allowing you to coax the final waves through your core.

As you tried to catch your breath, Steve sat up and sucked on your nipples before kissing you. His proud smile had a hint of arrogance as he watched you settle down. Of course, the reprieve only lasted but so long.

“Now let’s see how well you take Bucky.”

You thought you would immediately go from one painfully thick dick to the next but these guys wanted to take their time before they kept splitting you open. That’s how you ended with your legs in the air spread wide while Bucky feasted on your pussy like a full course meal and Steve sat by and watched, his hand furiously pulling his cock. You already came twice but Bucky barely let up, his tongue alternating between diving inside your folds and sucky your pretty clit between his lips. The overstimulation had you close to tears as you begged him to let up and give you his cock. He finally came up for air, his lips completely glossed with your slick, just to replace his tongue with his fingers.

“I could listen to beg and come all fucking day, darlin’. Your voice is addicting.”

“It really is,” Steve agreed.

“You’ve gotta taste her. Like liquid candy.” Bucky landed a harsh slap to your pussy making you yelp before he chuckled. “Turn over. Get that ass in the air.”

You complied with his demand a little slower than intended, your body weak from some of the best mind blowing orgasms you ever had. You groaned as you rolled to your stomach and presented yourself, face down and ass up.

“Is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?” Steve caressed your ass.

Bucky slipped his condom on and gripped your ass cheeks to spread them open giving him a clear view of your weeping pussy. He took note of how you trembled, whether it was from the orgasms or the anticipation, and it tickled him inside to know he and Steve were the cause. Pumping himself a couple times, he lined up with your entrance and pushed inside. You let out a loud moan, a mix of pain and bliss, as he stretched you out around him.

“Fuck you’re tight. Already feel you squeezing me.” His fingers laced in your hair and gently tugged you up until you were on leaning on your hands, your back arched just enough for him slip deeper. “Unlike Steve, I’m a little rougher when I fuck. Think you can handle me pounding your tight little hole, baby?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” you pant, voice airy and rasping.

“Tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Please use my hole, Sir. Please.”

Bucky’s hand falls from your hair to the back of your neck where he grips it firmly while the other lands in the crease of your hip. “Good girl.”

The first snap of his hips knocks the wind from you and right away you know you’re in for trouble. He was right; Unlike Steve, Bucky fucks like he hates you, like he’s filled with rage and all of it is being taken out on your pussy. You’ve been fucked like that before but from this man with this amount of vigor? Unmatched. You love the softness from Steve and the sternness from Bucky and you’re getting all of it at the same time which makes you feel like you’re the one who hit the jackpot tonight.

The noises Bucky makes as he fucks you are enough on their own to push you over the edge. His moans are guttural mixed with growls and they fit the way he takes you, bent over with his cock shoved deep and the filthiest words of praise being whispered in your ear. You catch Steve watching you from the head of the bed, his eyes glued to you and only you as you take his ex boyfriend and best friend’s dick like a champion.

“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart,” he says, his voice soothing.

You keen as Bucky nudges that sweet spot and you can feel your toes going numb it’s so good. He kisses your neck before placing a bite on a sensitive spot.

“Where are your manners, honey? Say thank you.”

“Th-thank you,” you struggle to get out, your brain lagging in an effort to make you formulate words.

“Fuck, I’m close. You gonna come with me, sweet girl?”

“Yes, Sir. Make me come, please.”

Bucky drills into you harder, fucking you into the mattress like intends to push you all the way through it and into the floor. Your hands grip the covers as you bury your face and the screams that rip from your throat. Your walls hug his length and it’s a matter of time before the knot in your belly unfurls.

“I feel you coming. That’s it, milk my fucking cock,” Bucky growls.

You explode with a final cry as you squirt down your thighs and that sends him over the edge as well, his hands gripping your sides with bruising force as he comes with one last thrust. You both come down together, your sounds subsiding to quiet moans before he slips out of you.

“Holy fuck. I think you two might be trying to kill me. I can’t remember the last time I got this level of attention.”

“Like we said, we’re givers. It’s just as hot watching our partners feel good as it is for them to watch us feel good,” Steve said. He smoothed your hair back and massaged your scalp. “Need a break? We’ve been running you ragged.”

You laughed, still out of breath, as you rolled onto your back. “Just give me a minute to collect myself. My fucking brain is turning into pudding over here.”

Bucky kissed your stomach before flopping against one of the pillows above you, his face showing how satisfied he was.

“Just so I know, should I expect more rough treatment since Bucky was the one that got me to squirt?”

Steve smiled while Bucky chuckled into the pillow. “Perhaps on another night maybe. Besides, you say that like I won’t make squirt in the next round anyway.”

Your clit throbbed at those words and hid your face in embarrassment. “Please don’t talk like that around me. Not right now.”

Steve uncovered your face and grasped your hands to pull you up to where he laid back against his headboard. His dick was still hard and bobbing back and forth waiting for attention. You couldn’t resist taking him in your hand, giving him lazy strokes as you rested under his arm with your head on his shoulder. He audibly sighed next to you as he allowed his legs to fall open. Facing him, you pulled him to you for a kiss.

“What happened to needing a minute to recover?” he asked, amusement in his voice.

“I am recovering.”

“Keep doing this and it won’t last long.”

“Promise?”

Steve shook his head before dipping down to lavish one of your nipples in soft licks and tugs, his pink lips closing around it to suckle it like a piece of candy. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

Steve grabbed another condom from the nightstand. “You want one too, Buck?”

Bucky sat up to eye you stroking Steve’s dick before you flashed him a smile, your eyebrows raised. He sighed as he grinned at you.

“I’m still hard enough to go again. What the hell?”

He took the foil packet and rolled onto his back to remove his other condom before applying his new one.

“Think I could have both of you this time?” you asked.

They both looked at you before they looked at each other, sly smiles crossing each of the faces. Steve was the one to speak first.

“Are you sure? I’m all for it but also I’d hate to cause you any discomfort.”

“Don’t jump into anything just for us,” Bucky chimed in.

“I appreciate both your concerns but I’m a big girl who has done plenty before I met you. Taking two dicks at once is the least of my worries.”

Your honesty was refreshing and humorous, both men chuckling at you. Bucky sat up and stole a kiss from you before pushing off the bed.

“You still have the lube, Rogers?”

“I think that’s all you, bud.”

Bucky sighed as he left the room to retrieve what he wanted as you climbed on top of Steve.

“So, did this night turn out how you wanted it to?”

“There have been quite a few twists and turns but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re special, Y/N. I know we both had reservations about this and I still hope you don’t think I’m sleazy or anything like that but…fuck I’m glad I saw you.”

“Me too.” You kissed, gentle and sweet, and pulled back with a smile. “And just to put it out there, I’m having fun with Bucky too but you got first dibs.”

Steve laughed as Bucky came back into the room with a small bottle of lube in hand.

“I heard that,” Bucky muttered. Clicking open the bottle, he looked at you. “Ready?”

“Oh yeah.”

Steve slid down onto his back while keeping you above him as Bucky climbed on the bed behind you.

“Lean forward, sweetheart.”

You obliged, your arms resting on either side of Steve’s head as Bucky spread your ass cheeks and squeezed a generous amount of lube on your awaiting hole, the coolness making you shiver. Bucky took his time prepping you, first massaging one finger past the ring of muscle before working up to another. You laid on Steve’s chest moaning softly and he rubbed your back soothingly.

“Let me know if it’s too much and I’ll stop, okay?”

“Okay,” you responded as you relaxed into Steve.

Bucky positioned himself and worked his way in eliciting a hiss from you.

“Hey, hey,” Steve said. “Focus on me, sweetheart. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” He reached between you both and rubbed circles on your clit causing you to relax even more. “That’s it.”

Your mouth falls open but no words or sounds come out as you feel Bucky stretch out your hole. It stings just a little but it eventually gives way to waves of pleasure that radiate to the spot in your clit that Steve is giving attention to.

“You’re doing so good for me. Almost there,” Bucky said, concentration etched on his face as he made sure not to hurt you.

As his hips drew nearer to your own, Steve guided his cock past your opening making you whimper.

“Taking us both so well. Good job, gorgeous,” Steve whispered.

Bucky bottomed out and he held that spot for a minute allowing you to adjust to him, his fingers kneading the flesh of your thighs and ass while Steve held your face in his hands, your eyes fluttering shut as you let all the sensations of both of them filling you to the brim take over.

“You ready for me move, darlin’?”

You nodded unable to speak but Bucky registered the action just fine, holding your hips steady so he could rear back and push in again slowly. Steve began to move too, his rigid girth working every inch of your walls as your pussy hugged him.

“How do you feel?”

“So fucking full,” you managed. Your chest heaved as each movement took your breath away.

“You look so pretty taking both of us.”

As they both got comfortable, their paces picked up and you held onto Steve’s shoulders for dear life as the euphoria building in your center got more intense. You’ve never been so full before, not like this. It’s too much but it feels so damn good at the same time that you’re not sure whether you want to tell them to stop or keep going. Words are stuck on the back of your tongue wanting to come out but can’t and tears prick your eyes. Bucky leans over you to kiss every bit of skin he can, leaving gentle bites in each spot, while Steve still focuses on you and you on him. Those blue eyes go on forever to the point that you get lost in them and it’s hard to look away. Your forehead rested against his as whimpering moans fell from your lips, the noises growing louder as they fucked you a little harder now, their own blissed out sounds mixing in the air.

“Please…fuck me harder,” you beg, almost inaudible.

“You sure, sweet girl?”

You nodded frantically, desperate to chase that high one more time, the knot tightening in your belly again. Steve and Bucky both grip at your hips, their hands overlapping, and they proceed to use your holes to start their climb as well. It feels so fucking good that before you know it, you’re squirting again, this time all over Steve’s cock.

“Fuck, baby! Yes!” you grate between clenched teeth. “So fucking good!”

“I told you I’d get you to squirt for me, didn’t I?” Steve cooed.

Damn him and his arrogance. He had a way of sneaking the comments in when you least expected it. If you weren’t being fucked senseless, you would’ve had enough willpower to poke back but as it was, you could feel yourself getting nearer to your end and you knew it was going to be a lot. Your eyes watered as you buried your face into Steve’s chest, biting down hard on his pec making him hiss in pain.

“Oh my fucking God, I’m gonna come,” Bucky growled, his hips snapping into yours.

Steve watched the both of you and seeing both your pleasure only pushed him to the edge faster, his head falling back into the pillows as he bit his lip to keep from yelling out into the room. You came undone first and it set off a chain reaction with Bucky following and Steve moments after, your winded exclamations filling the otherwise quiet room like a three part harmony. You shook hard as you came down, the guys shallow thrusts causing small aftershocks in your core. As you all collectively tried to catch your breath, you just laid there in a naked heap, hot skin sticky and slick with sweat. Bucky took his time sliding out of you, making sure his erection went down enough first. You groaned in protest at the absence.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. Shit, I’m lightheaded now.”

Steve chuckled. You heard the words but couldn’t come up with a smartass reply quick enough, your brain reassembling itself still. Bucky swiped a towel from Steve’s bathroom and wiped your mess off Steve before setting it beneath you both where you soaked the covers as well.

“Well kids, I had a blast –quite literally– but now I have to finish this paper and get to bed. Y/N, it was great pleasure meeting you tonight.” Bucky came back over to kiss your forehead before kissing Steve’s as well.

“Great meeting you too,” you replied, still drunk off the whole experience and every bit exhausted. You waved weakly at him.

Bucky snickered as he picked up his clothes and left the room, closing the door behind him. Steve sighed as he gently lifted you and laid you next to him.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” he asked as he caressed your face.

Your eyes had been shut for a few minutes and you finally reopened them. “I’m still here, babe.”

“Really? Looks like you’re still orbiting Mars right now.”

“Feels like it. I’ve never been fucked so good in my life. I feel filthy now, like I need to go to church.”

Steve grinned and tilted your head back to look at him. Your eyes were glassy and hooded but you could see him, smiling when you met his eyes.

“If you want, I can drop you off at your place and bring you car later or you could stay here and I can give you my bed for the night.”

“I couldn’t take your bed. I’m fine with taking the couch.”

“Well I’m not. It’s my bed or nothing.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes earning you a soft smack to your ass. “Fine. I’ll sleep in here. As long as you do, too.” With a resigned sigh, Steve agreed. “Still happy your broke your rule for me?”

“Definitely. First and last time I’ll ever do it. Did you get your moneys worth?”

“I absolutely did. I don’t think you did though. I’ll have to remedy that.”

“I think I can come up with a few things if you want. None of the ideas involve money though.”

“Shit, get me a Gatorade and let me take a catnap and we can most certainly negotiate something.”

You and Steve both laughed as he pulled into his arms and kissed you so soft and sweet. Who would’ve thought Mr. Stars and Stripes would be all about the people?

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i literally cried watching michele accept her award and then proceeded to sob when the whole cast and crew came onstage for best picture

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NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

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Could you write a Stephen x f!reader with age gap where she’s ribbing him, calling him things like her “old man” (affectionately) and calling him out on his stamina, just to get a rise out of him and he shows her just how wrong she is (maybe with overstim on her end)

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Show Me What You’ve Got, Old Man

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT! Explicit language, age gap, spanking, oral (f receiving), fingering, PinV (unprotected), degradation, slight overstimulation, slight voyeurism.

Word Count: 7,799

Reading time: ≈ 28 mins.

A/N: first and foremost, @vickie-mcmuffin just released a oneshot with a very similar prompt, go check it out and show her some love!!! second, one thing about me? imma write an age gap where doctor strange is concerned, LMAO. solid request, 10/10, no notes. enjoy the read <3

18+ or i haunt you like a ghost from ur past <;3!

Stephen was used to you testing his nerves. It was your favorite pastime, really. He supposed it had something to do with all that pent-up energy and wit— and there was a lot of it with you being so young and fresh. But some days— oh some days— he just wanted to tie you up in the nearest corner and put a gag in your mouth. You were relentless. And while your flirtations were normally sweet, you definitely had a brattier side that he found jumping out more and more. He liked when you flirted with him, and he should have known better than to flirt back. Though you’d made it abundantly clear that there was no hesitancy on your part due to your age gap, he found himself second-guessing the flirtation from time to time. He knew he shouldn’t be responding to it or entertaining it, but you made it so damn hard to ignore.

It had started out innocent enough that day. He was rummaging through the cabinets at Kamar-Taj trying to find his favorite tea when you’d saddled up beside him and bumped him gently out of the way with your hip, reaching up and pulling down the sugar for yourself before serving him a shy smile and going back to your own tea. As you put the sugar back in the cabinet, you also placed the box he’d been looking for right in his line of sight with a little smirk and sashayed away, hips swinging back and forth, mug cradled carefully in your hands.

Then about half an hour later when he was on his way to teach a beginners course for opening gateways, he’d seen you sitting in the courtyard, legs crossed, eyes shut gently, deep breaths forcing your chest to rise and fall at a slow and steady pace. The swells of your breasts were rather hard to ignore in the tank top you were wearing— you always wore one under the top layer of your robes, insisting that all the fabric was too heavy for you to concentrate in.

“It looks unprofessional.” He’d scold gently

“We’re magic wielders, Doctor. I don’t work in an office and I won’t spend the rest of my life in a uniform.”

“Why not? It looks nice enough on you. And the other students stare when you don’t have on the upper half. It looks like we’re playing favorites.”

“Oh…” You hum, “I see.”

“What?”

“It’s hard for me to concentrate in my robes, but it’s much harder for your other students to concentrate when I’m out of them.” You’d raise a quizzical brow, “Is it your students that have a hard time focusing or you, Master Strange?” Glancing up at him through your lashes you tease, “Just another old man perving on his student… how unfortunate. I believe the world suspects better of you.”

So you knew exactly what you were doing when you took off that outer layer. And even if it was hot and it did help you concentrate, even if that was the original motive, he was almost certain that motive had been entirely overruled. Though, he couldn’t say he actually cared. He just had to continue being a hard-ass about it… like most things you did.

Not to mention, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t play a part in some in it.

When he’d stalked into the library at around noon to find a very specific book to go over during lunchtime, he couldn’t help but stop and stare when he saw you. There you stood on your tip-toes, both hands stretched upward, fingers just shy of missing the book you were clearly so desperate to reach. And the space between the shelves was too narrow, but Stephen made his way over, wedging himself between you and the shelf.

He watched your body go stiff as his as he leaned forward a bit farther than necessary, leaned down a bit farther than necessary as well to whisper, “Pardon me, just trying to reach this…” Before pulling the book you’d been so desperately trying to reach from the shelf and sliding away, leaving the touch of his hand against your waist

And that was where he’d anticipated it ending for the day. Because the next time the two of you would see each other would be during a sparring class, and for as insistent as you were, you never pushed your boundaries when there were other students around. You were as big a believer in respect as he was, and you both knew exactly what it would look like if other students and Masters caught wind of your flirtations.

“Y/N, with Master Strange.” Wolfe demands walking by you during your warmup stretches

You crack open one eye and ask, “You’re gonna make me beat up an old man?”

Stephen did a double-take hearing the conversation. Old man? He wasn’t that old…

He watched as Sarah tried to quell a smile, “You’ve far surpassed proficiency in hand-to-hand. You’re a danger to the other students.” She tells you

You ‘tsk’ and roll your eyes, “You give a guy a concussion once.”

“And a fair amount of harsh bruising to others.”

“You know as well as I do it’s far less dangerous to bruise another student’s skin than to bruise a Master’s ego, Master Wolfe.” You could feel Stephen’s eyes on you as you pout, “What if I hurt his feelings?”

“Y/N…” She chides

“Sorry. Yes, Master Wolfe.” You relent with a smile

“Old man?” The all-too-familiar baritone creeps up your neck and causes chills to break out across your body, “I’m not old enough for that title quite yet, I don’t think.”

You close your eyes and hum, giving a shrug, “That’s your opinion.” You scoot over and pat the space next to you, “Come stretch. Don’t want you to pull anything when we get started, Gramps.” Stephen complied, lowering himself gracefully next to you on the stone floor and you smile asking, “Were those your knees I just heard?”

He scoffs, “You didn’t hear my knees.”

“I think I did…”

“Oh, very funny. Someone is in a mood today.”

You hum quietly, “What kind of mood do you think I’m in, Doctor?”

“Not entirely sure.” He huffs out, rather disappointed your eyes aren’t open to ogle his arms as he stretches them over his head… you normally do, “How was your time in the library earlier today?”

“Well, seeing as how someone took the book I needed, entirely ineffective. Thank you.”

“It’s too advanced for you anyway.”

“And how do you propose I better myself if I continue reading the same old same old?”

“I’ve always found hands-on experience rather helpful.”

“Hands-on experience?” He watches as you crack open one eye and look him over, “Offering your services, Master Strange?”

Stephen’s nostrils flared as he looked away from you, “I’m sure any of the other Masters or upper-level students would be more than happy to help you, Miss Y/L/N.”

You smile to yourself, “So shy with others around.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean, that you have no problem rubbing yourself against me in private between bookshelves, but the second other people are around you’d rather put on that air of professionalism and pretend you wouldn’t rather be between the shelves.”

“I wasn’t— I simply needed that book.”

“Oh?” You ask, “And tell me… what did you need a beginner’s level book on astral projection for, Master Strange?”

Well… shit.

“It wasn’t me who needed it so much as Wong. He’d asked me to take it to the London Sanctum. One of their students needed it and their copy was missing.” Stephen lies succinctly

“And that required you to grind against my a—“

“I didn’t.” He denies, “And do lower your voice.”

He did. Round and wonderful. He’d thought about it many, many times. He hadn’t gotten as solid of a feel for it as he’d have liked.

“If you didn’t then you shouldn’t be worried about anyone overhearing the conversation.” You point out, “My apologies. I misinterpreted the interaction. I’ll be sure to move away next time.”

“Thank you.” He says simply in response, though secretly dreading you would actually put the threat into action

“I should have known anyways.” You sigh, “A nice old guy like yourself isn’t into creeping on little girls, is he?” You glance at him sideways and enjoy the way his jaw tenses, “You wouldn’t waste your time flirting and teasing someone so young and innocent. Not when there’s a line of women out there in the real world perfectly willing and ready to fall into your bed at the first glance.”

“Innocent is not the first word that comes to mind when I look at you, Dear.” Stephen says, glaring down at you

“Dear? Highly unprofessional, Master Strange. Really…” You stand and look down at him, “I’ll find us a nice private place to work. Come find me whenever you get yourself off the floor. I’ll give you twenty— or do you need more?”

He rolls his eyes, “I’ll be there in three minutes.”

“It’s better if we set realistic expectations for ourselves.” You chide with a grin

“You’re right.” He agrees, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Stephen actually took his three minutes. He needed it to compose himself. He wasn’t sure what you were playing at today, but he could tell you were up to no good. Your condescending tone and catty little attitude made him want to spank the disobedience right out of you. He could imagine how satisfying the action would be… how nice the imprint of his hand on your ass cheek would look. He’d bend you over the nearest surface and serve one for every snotty little remark you’d made today. You’d be writhing beneath him by the end of it, ass wiggling, little hands clawing at anything and everything, looking for something to hold on to. He’d lean over you, pressing his half-hard—

Shit.

Stephen huffed to himself as he walked over to the spot you’d chosen. A back corner beneath the shade of a tree. A growl bubbled up from his throat when he saw the top half of your uniform slung over one of the branches in the tree. Your too tight tank top with itty-bitty straps sitting far too low on your chest, exposing the black sports bra beneath it. Stephen wasn’t exactly understanding the dynamics of that sports bra. He thought the point was to flatten, not push your tits up to your neck.

“Put it on.” He grit out immediately upon arrival

“No one else has seemed to notice but you. And Master Wolfe always lets me keep it off. Given she’s my instructor at the moment, it stays off.” You fire back immediately, you grin and bounce on the balls of your feet saying, “Besides, I can move a whole lot easier with it off.”

Yeah, he could see that.

He sighed, “Straight to it? First to tap loses?”

“Sure.” You agree

Stephen immediately stepped forward and hooked his foot around your ankle, pulling your leg from under you and watching as you tumbled to the floor. You looked up at him with pure disdain and pouted.

“I’m sorry, when did we call start?”

“You said ‘sure’ which sounded a lot like ‘let’s start.’” He smiles to himself, but does offer a hand to help you up from the floor

You reach up and gingerly take his hand before your grip goes a lot firmer and you pull him down so his stomach meets your foot. You huff and with what feels like far too little effort, throw him over your head, sending him flat on his back behind you. He lets out a groan and rolls over to find you standing and ready for whatever move he makes next. You did like to play dirty.

“Ouch.”

“You started it.”

“How old are you?”

“I wasn’t born in a year that starts with a one, if that’s what you’re asking.” You tilt your head and ask, “What were the roaring twenties like? Always wanted to know. Loved The Great Gatsby in high school.”

“Oh, c’mon…” He mutters, “I’m definitely not that old.”

“Show me what you’ve got, Old Man.”

He throws a weak jab to your left side which you sidestep easily with a grin, “Gotta’ be quicker than that.” He throws another, much quicker as you’d suggested to your right, “Not quite.”

The next jab he throws, you grab his wrist and twist so his arm is behind his back, his hand pressed between his own shoulder blades. A high uncomfortable stretch, and one which can genuinely hurt if the person were on the floor immobile. Stephen bends his free arm and elbows you in the ribs gently, just hard enough to force you to let go. He huffs when you don’t and repeats the same action with much more force, pulling a hiss from your throat as you drop his arm.

“You understand the point of sparring is practice without any real damage to your partner, correct?” Stephen chastises, “If you weren’t so stubborn, you’d make it out unscathed.”

“Unlike others, I don’t worry about my paper-thin skin bruising from a little pinch, Doctor.”

“Shut up and swing.” He grouches

Instead of your arm, your swing your right leg up at him. Stephen raises his arm and lets you kick him in the ribs, only to bring his arm back down and trap your leg. As Stephen was trying to decide what to do with you from this position, he ducked out of the way just before your fist made contact with his jaw. He glared at you seriously, his nostrils flared.

“Have to be honest, kinda glad I missed that one. Don’t wanna ruin the money maker.”

Stephen’s ego received a boost from the comment if nothing else, though he still lectures, “You’re going to hurt someone swinging full force like that some day.”

You groan and wrench your leg from his hold, “Isn’t that the point? What the hell are we training for if not to hurt someone?”

“We don’t train you so you can hurt someone else, Y/N. We train you so you can protect you.”

“Where is the difference?” You throw your arms in the air

Stephen swiftly wrapped one arm around your own and pulled the other back with it, standing behind you with both your arms trapped over your head in his hold. You wiggled for a moment before deciding that would get you nowhere. He was stronger and taller— a huge advantage for him in this position. Think and buy time. Stephen waited patiently to see your next move. He could practically hear the cogs turning in your head. Not to mention he could smell your shampoo… clean and floral, something sweet but soft— so very much the opposite of you.

“What’s the difference?” You repeat quietly, tensing yourself a little so his arms would have to spread wider to keep you in their grasp

“Hm?”

“What’s the difference in hurting someone and protecting me if I have to hurt them to protect me?”

Stephen couldn’t resist drawing you back just a little farther, masking it as trying to gain a firmer hold, “Because protecting you means we get you out of the situation in as little time, with as little energy as possible. Hurting someone just because you have the ability to is cruel. When they’ve surrendered, you let go. That is what you need to learn. It is not about the power.” Stephen brought his lips closer to your ear and whispered, “Think of all the things I could do to you from here, Dear. Some I’m sure you’d find more painful than others— but the fact is, I could do them and you couldn’t stop me. But just because I can, doesn’t make it right.” He felt you shift on your feet, your body wiggling in his grasp, your cheeks flushing pink, “Would you like to tap?”

“No.” You huff, “Rather like where I’ve found myself.”

Stephen ducked his head and smiled, “Though that may be, you do have to get out… can’t spend all day like this.” He lowered his voice and asks, “So, how do you get out?”

You seem to contemplate for a moment before admitting, “I don’t know.”

“Dead weight.” He responds, “You’re overestimating the strength of my arms. They’re the weakest part of my body. Make yourself dead weight and you’ll fall away without a problem.”

“But now you know my next move.” You pout

Stephen chuckles in your ear sending a chill up your spine, “I don’t know what you’ll do after the fact.”

You wait a moment before making yourself dead weight as he says, and you appreciate the fact that he does still try to hold you up, he doesn’t just let you go. You land on your knees and with a smile turn to face him, making your eyes wide and innocent as you stare up at him, chin tilted up. Stephen took in a steady breath. It was a nice sight, he had to admit that much.

“Any good?” You ask

“Perfect.” He agrees

You reach forward and grab him in the bend of his knees. His legs give out and he falls to the ground with a groan. You immediately scamper up his body, straddling over his waist, crossing your arms and grabbing his lapels to place him in a choke hold.

“Not cool.” Stephen mumbles, rubbing the back of his head

“Why not? I thought it was pretty good.” You wiggle a little, sliding your hips down over his crotch

He gives a little grunt and his hands come to your hips on reflex. He glares up at you and you just smile down at him.

“Stop.” He hisses

“Stop what?”

“That!” He exclaims as you wiggle again

“I’m just waiting for you to tap out.” You feign, “Though… doesn’t exactly feel like you want out of this position…” You wiggle against the bulge becoming quite a bit more prominent in his pants

“Y/N. Enough. We are in a public setting with other students and Masters—“

“We’re training.” You roll your eyes, “Already too worn out? C’mon, where’s your stamina, Old Man?” Stephen shift below you and you settle your weight over him more firmly, your lips parting ever so slightly at the pressure

“Cut the Old Man shit.” He grits out

“Awe…” You pout down at him, tightening your hold on his neck, “Are your feelings hurt, Master Strange?”

Stephen steeled his hold on your hips and flipped the two of you so you were face down on the stone. He pinned you wrists above your head, straddling over your thighs… his hips more or less pressed against your ass, but that was just a fact of the position, not his own will. It was however his own will when he leaned down, pressing his half hard-on between your ass cheeks. He couldn’t have missed the little whimper you gave if he tried.

He put his lips beside your ear and growled out, “We need to have a serious talk about your boundaries and sense of professionalism, Miss Y/L/N. You will come to my office at the end of the day. Am I understood?” You phrased below him and Stephen snarled, pressing more of his weight against you, “Am I understood?”

You swallow hard and nod, “Yes, sir.”

He released your hands, “Now tap.”

You tapped and Stephen immediately lifted himself off of you and turned to leave, “Tell Master Wolfe had a matter of urgency to attend to. You’ll need a new partner the rest of this session.”

“Yes, sir.” You agree, voice shaky as you lift yourself from the ground

“As soon as your day is done. Your schedule is free after seven. I expect you to be in my office before or at eight. No later.”

“Yes, Master Strange.”

But he was already storming away.

Stephen was sitting in his office waiting for you. He kept glancing toward the clock. A quarter til eight and you still hadn’t shown. He started to wonder if his tone hadn’t been serious enough for you. He was at his wit’s end. That little stunt you pulled… completely inappropriate. Even more inappropriate was the face he had to continue reminding himself how inappropriate it had been. But the image had been… enticing to say the least. The idea that one of the other students or Masters might have seen only made the situation more arousing. But he was supposed to be the adult in this situation. He shouldn’t be considering… entertaining such behavior.

There was a gentle knock on the door and he straightened up behind his desk, calling, “Come in.”

You stepped through the door timidly, hands laced behind your back, “Door opened or closed?”

“Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

You nudged the door to with your foot. Stephen didn’t look up from the book he seemed to be absorbed in. You walked farther into the room and took a deep breath. It smelled so perfectly of him. There was a little fireplace on the far side of the room that made the smaller area nice and warm. Three different rugs were layered over themselves in front of it, a large regal-looking chair slightly to the side. His desk was large, deep oak wood with a chair to match. The space suited him very well.

“Good evening.” You murmur

“How were the rest of your classes?”

You shrug, “Fine. Still no luck opening a portal. Not even a spark.”

“And you believe you’re ready for astral projection?” Stephen asks, glancing up at you through his lashes

You weren’t in your robes. Your hair was half-dried and falling over your shoulders, face glowing fresh out of the shower. You wore a ratty old tee shirt with a seriously worn-out collar and a pair of little bitty sleep shorts. He knew it was what you preferred to relax in, and he seriously doubted you were still trying to cause trouble after this afternoon… but it really wasn’t helping your case. The sight of you looking so pretty undone only made him angrier. You had him by the throat even when you weren’t trying.

You give a little stomp, “It’s the only thing I haven’t made progress on. I can conjure, I can fight, I can even transmute smaller objects—“

“Really?” Stephen asked, rather impressed and unaware of such progress

“Yes.”

Stephen looked around his desk and placed a pen in front of you, “Go on.” He gestures to it

You stepped forward tentatively and picked up the pen. You closed your eyes and focused on breathing, focused on exactly what object you wished the pen to become, trying to see it clearly in your mind’s eye. The more detailed the picture, the closer it would come out how you wanted. Stephen watched your palm illuminated with magic, a soft golden light cast onto your face, eyes closed softly in concentration. He smiled when he saw your nose twitch, lost deep in thought. Such a pretty girl. He gave you an impressed look when you opened your eyes and gently held the former pen out to him. Instead, a small white wildflower was placed in his palm.

“Just started practicing inorganic to organic… much harder than one inorganic object to another.” You admit

“Still… very nice work.” Stephen compliments, “You do learn quickly when you want to.”

You shrug, “Not in any rush, Master Strange.”

“That’s a nice change of pace from the usual.” Stephen admits

A silence settled over the room. You looked down at the hardwood floor and dug your fuzzy-sock-clad foot into one of the cracks. Stephen sat there observing you. In his fury, he hadn’t exactly considered where to go from here. To let you off the hook would be a grave mistake, that much he was certain of. But to scold you too harshly meant that it would all come crumbling down, and he didn’t exactly want that either. So what did he let win here? His head or his dick?

He pushed the chair out from under the desk and turned it slightly to the side demanding quietly, “Come over here.”

You swallowed hard and tiptoed around the side of the desk, feeling very much like a little kid who got sent to the principal’s office. But this was so much worse— because the principal was awfully hot when he was angry, but your flirtation is what had landed you here in the first place. You stood in front of Stephen with your arms laced behind your back… he was still nearly at eye level even sitting down. He drew in a long breath and sat up farther in his chair, looking you over.

“Master Strange, I apologize for what happened at sparring this afternoon.” You decided to take initiative, “I may have gotten a little carried away.”

“Carried away?” Stephen repeats, watching you look to the floor

“Yes, sir.”

“And are you referring to the name-calling, the flirting, or the grinding yourself against my cock?” Your head snapped back up, eyes a bit wide, but Stephen just chuckled dryly, “Well, if you can do it, might as well be able to talk about it.”

Your mouth went dry but you mustered enough courage to mumble, “All of it.”

“I don’t want you acting that way in front of the other students and Masters ever again. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir.” You agree

“Now, what to do with you…” He muses, bringing a hand to his chin to rub over his goatee, “There’s always library duty. Everyone’s favorite.” You pout a little at the idea but don’t object, “Could have you sent to the New York Sanctum to act as a maid. Or scrubbing the floors of the courtyard— been a while since someone’s done that.” Stephen muses, trying to hide a small smile behind his hand at the twitching of your nose once more. He lets the idea hang in the air a while before tutting, “Ah, no. I have a perfect idea for you, Dear.”

You shuffle on your feet, waiting to hear that he’s making you stand in this room until you can open a portal, or write out lines on a chalkboard over and over again. Classic cursive knowing him. One line again and again until you got it through your head he wasn’t interested in you like that: ‘I will not be horny with my Master in public.’ Instead, he reached forward and grabbed your hips, pulling you forward between his spread legs. Your heart rate immediately skyrocketed from such a gentle touch— just a taste of the proximity you craved. Stephen watched your face, your brows knitting together in confusion.

He spoke softly, “Pull these little shorts down for me.”

You swallowed hard and stammered out, “P-pull down my..?”

“Mhm.” He hummed simply in return

With shaking hands, you put your thumbs through the waistband of your shorts and let them slide to the floor. Stephen smiled at the little panties you were wearing covered in hearts. How cute.

“Now straddle my lap for me.”

You swallowed hard and moved forward, carefully placing your knees on either side of his legs in the large chair. You hovered over him and Stephen grabbed your hips roughly and forced you down. You gave a little gasp, your hips shifting forward as you landed over the bulge in his pants once more today. Stephen tilted his head up and placed a gentle kiss on your neck, smiling when goosebumps broke out beneath his lips. He ran his hands up and down your arms gently, caressing from your wrists to your shoulders.

“Hands on the back of the chair, Sweetheart.” He commands lowly, “And keep them there until I say different.”

“Master Stra—“

“Uh-uh. No talking. Just do what I say.” He cuts you off, glancing up to find your face flushed a violent pink, “Unless you need it to stop.” He raises a brow, “Do you want it to stop?” You bite into your bottom lip and shake your head no, placing your hands on the back of the chair like he asked and Stephen gives a pleased little smile, “Then just do what I say. This is your punishment for the way you acted today.” He explains, trailing his hands from your was it to your ass, giving a little grope, “And if you’re a good girl, I might give you a reward. How’s that sound?” Your brows are still tensed in confusion, but you give a nod of permission, “That’s good. Stay quiet for me, yeah?”

You nod a shift a little, not quite certain what his next move will be. Stephen’s hands grope gently at your ass, setting your nerves ablaze. You can feel him semi-hard beneath you, even the thick material of the robes can’t hide that. You let out a little gasp as his hand pulls away for a split second, only to meet your ass hard and fast. You jump a bit in his lap and Stephen smiles to himself. You let out a whimper and bury your head in the crook of his neck, his cologne overwhelming your senses quickly.

“You know… I’m used to your little attitude, Sweetheart. But today you were outright mean.” Another slap to the globe of your ass cheek, another little squeal, “Why’s that, huh?”

“I… I thought I wasn’t supposed to speak, sir.”

“If I ask you a question you can.” Another slap, “So why were you so mean to me today?”

You shake your head in the crook of his neck and deny, “Wasn’t trying to be mean…”

“No?” A slap harder than the previous three makes you let out a bit of a groan, the noise traveling straight to Stephen’s dick, “What were you trying to do then?”

“I- I just—“

“Uh-uh.” Stephen interrupts, bringing his free hand up to your chin and forcing your head back to look at him, “Look at me when you speak.”

You swallow hard, your lip stuck out in a pout as you say, “I didn’t wanna be mean… only wanted your attention.”

Another slap, “And making fun of my age, calling me Old Man, teasing me for my stamina… that was your way of doing it?” He pouts back at you, “A little girl teasing her crush on the playground. Really? How old are you?”

“Too young to be sitting in the lap of a dirty old man.” Your tongue replies before your brain can check it

Stephen serves you an unamused glare and lets his hand down over your ass much harder, the sound echoing through the room. You give a yelp and rest your forehead against his shoulder, your body shaking slightly.

“If I’m so dirty and old, why are you in my lap letting me do this to you, Sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear, “You wanna’ know what I think? I think you love it. You love how much older I am, you love that you have my attention, and as you’ve very well proved this afternoon, you’re willing to do anything to keep it.” He hears you inhale sharply, “Hit the nail on the head, didn’t I?”

You wiggle a bit and Stephen brings his hands to your hips to still you. You don’t answer, keeping your head buried in his shoulder, completely embarrassed by the situation at hand. Because of course, you loved it, and of course, he knew it. He’d known it from the moment you started this mess. But he would be the one to finish it. He spanked you again, and again, and again.

“Now be a good girl and say what you really want instead of firing insults at me over and over again.” He demands

“Want you.” You mumble

“Look at me.” He growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tilting your head back

“You. I want you.”

“Want me to what, Little Girl?” His eyes bore into your own, the blue enveloped almost entirely by his pupil, his lips only millimeters from your own

“Fuck me.” You whisper

Stephen leans in closer, his lips ghosting over your own, “All you’ve ever had to do was ask, Dear.”

You held your breath, waiting for him to press his lips to yours. Waited and waited… but it never came. Instead, he twisted and grabbed beneath your thighs, sitting you on his desk. He pried your legs open and wasted no time in ducking down, burying his face in your clothed cunt. You gasped as his tongue jumped out and licked a long, thick, shameless stripe over your sex. Your knuckles hurt from the strength with which you gripped the edge of the table. Stephen grabbed at the waist of your panties and manhandling you dragged them off. You closed your legs on instinct and he pried them open once again, giving you a dangerous look. He leaned forward and wasted not a moment before thrusting his tongue into your hole. Your head fell back and you let out a moan.

Stephen slapped the side of your thigh and demanded, “Eyes on me.” He thrust his tongue into you once more and loved watching you strain trying to hold back another sound of pleasure, “Already wet for me. Were you wet before you walked in? Were you thinking about me all day, Sweetheart? Desperate to have this pretty little hole filled?” He licked a fat stripe from your hole to your clit and you keened, “Mm, feels good doesn’t it?”

You swallow hard and nod, “Yes, sir.”

“What if I do this..?” Stephen stuck two long fingers into you making you whimper, “That feel good too?” You nodded emphatically, looking down to where his fingers disappeared inside of you, “I know it does. I know a lot, Little Girl. Like you’ve made clear all day, I’ve been around a lot longer than you.” Stephen curled his fingers and searched gently until he found that spongey spot that made your eyes roll back, “That’s the spot right there, huh? Sure you’re used to a bunch of bumbling idiots who don’t know how to make you feel good. You just want someone to take care of you, isn’t that right?”

Your hips bucked as he curled his fingers into that spot over and over again, a gasp bubbling up your throat, “M-Master Strange!” You cried out

He tuts, “I know you wanna’ yell, but you have to keep quiet for me. Can’t let anyone hear what we’re doing in here. Gonna stay quiet for me?”

“Yes, sir.” You agree, “Please, Doctor…” You give him beggar’s eyes, “Please give me your mouth.”

“Where?” Stephen licks a circle around your clit, “Right there?”

“Fuck, yes.” You sigh, head falling forward

“You’re so much prettier when you’re compliant.” Stephen says, just to rile you up

He smiles when your nose twitches, your lips pulling into a grimace, eyes snapping open. But you were in no position to bite out the ‘fuck you’ you so desperately wanted to. So you kept your mouth shut and blocked out the sound of his voice, instead focusing solely on his tongue tracing patterns on your clit. Fuck, his mouth felt good even if it was used primarily for talking shit. You were already embarrassingly close to cumming. It was too soon, and you were sure to get an earful if you—

“Oh? You about the cum, Sweetheart? I feel you squeezing my fingers. You trying to hold out on me?”

“No.” You snap

Stephen tilts his head and gives you a knowing smile, “Come on, Y/N. None of that right now. Be a good girl and cum for me. No holding out on me or I’ll just stop altogether. You won’t get my cock.” Your cunt fluttered at the suggestion and he chuckled, “Yeah, I know. You want it.”

Stephen leaned back down and placed his mouth over your clit. He stroked his tongue over that perfect spot one, two, three…

“Oh… shit, Steph—“ Your whine was cut off as your body convulsed above him, a silent scream leaving your lips, head thrown back, one hand coming to Stephen’s head to hold him there, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You chanted over and over under your breathe once it’d come back to you

Stephen growled and pulled away from your cunt, standing and shoving his chair back and leaning over you, one hand going around your throat. You stared up at him wide-eyed and he leaned down, taking you in a bruising kiss. With his free hand, he shed the top layer of his robes and pulled down his pants and boxers. He was too eager to take the time to undress himself fully or even magic the clothes away. He jerked himself a few times, moving his hand from your throat and pressing it over your mouth, entering you in one quick, rough thrust. Your mouth wasn’t muffled enough, he could hear the squeal you let out plain as day, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Stephen rested his forearms on either side of your head and leaned over you, drawing his hips back to snap them into place, another squeal echoing through the office space.

“This what you wanted, Sweetheart?” He grunted out, “This what you been beggin’ for all day? Just needed my cock in you?” You whimpered, your voice shaking from the ferocity of his thrusts, “I know it’s what you wanted. Look at you… hasn’t even been half a minute and this pretty little pussy is fluttering around me. Don’t even have to touch your clit, do I? Make you cum… just… like… this.” He punctuated each word with a harsh thrust

Tears gathered in your waterline and he smiled down at you. He uncovered your mouth and ripped your shirt upward, smiling at the little bralette you wore beneath it. Red to match the hearts on your panties.

“How cute is that? All matching for me.” He grinned, watching your tits follow the momentum as he rocked you against the desk

“S-stephen…” You whimper, “S’big. C-cock is so b-b-big— fu—ck.”

“I know.” He pouts down at you condescendingly, “And this hole is so goddamn tight— shit, Baby Girl. You keep fuckin’ choking my cock.”

“I can’t help it…” You sob, “It’s— it’s so much. It’s too—“

“Oh, no, no, no. Can’t be too much, Little Girl. You can take it. You can’t be tired already? Only cum once for me. Gonna’ make you cum at least three more times.” Stephen brings himself back to his full height, reaching beneath your hips and angling you upward. You give another cry of pleasure and he shushes you, “Uh-uh. Gotta’ keep quiet for me. Don’t want anyone to hear you getting fucked in here, do you? Think of all the trouble we’d be in.”

He was drilling into your g-spot over and over and you felt like you weren’t on this plane of existence anymore. Because it was too much— but it was too fucking good to quit. His cock was stretching you in a way no one ever had… and he was so fucking deep. Christ, he must be massive.

“M’sorry, sorry.” You say as quietly as you can, “It just feels so good, Stephen.”

“Yeah, Sweetheart? Everything you hoped it’d be?”

“B-better…”

“Cum for me again. Wanna’ feel you cum on my cock.”

And again your body obeyed him. He watched as your back arched, shoving two fingers in your mouth as it opened. You grabbed onto his wrist and suckled on his fingers, staring up at him all teary-eyes and lost. Nothing but him, only him. Stephen withdrew his fingers from your mouth and started circling your clit and you whined, shaking your head, but not able to say a word against the action. Too blissed out to care.

“Feel so good, Sweetheart. So damn good.” Stephen grunts out above you, “Gonna’ give me another? No holding back, remember?”

You shake your head, “S’too—“ You give a cry as Stephen jackhammers into you, “S-stephen, too much, please…”

“Please to another? I think we can make that happen.” He grins down at you evilly, “You want it on my cock or you need my mouth—“

Stephen paused entirely. His thrusting, his speech. He put a hand over your mouth and held a finger to his lips once more, looking toward the door, listening intently. Your eyes went wide when you heard the handle on the door turn, but Stephen just watched, not moving a muscle, not moving to pull out or pull away in the slightest. When the intruder realized the door had been locked— you weren’t sure how, you hadn’t locked it when you closed it, they called out.

“Master Strange? Are you still here?”

Stephen gave you a small smile and drew his hips back, resettling in you slowly as he replied, “Yes, Master Wolfe, just finishing some work up for the day.”

“May I come in? I’d like to discuss what I saw during sparring this afternoon. I can’t find Ms. Y/L/N—“

“Yes, she’s at the New York Sanctum playing maid as punishment.” Stephen continued pushing in and out of you, “Though, wouldn’t be surprised if she’d finally managed to open a portal to escape her punishment.”

“Oh, alright.” Wolfe hesitated before asking, “You know— there’s no technical rule against relations between a student and Master. But… it’s still frowned upon by many.”

Stephen rolled his eyes and leaned down over you, his nose brushing against yours as he circled small tight circles around your clit and called back, “And what about two Masters fooling around, Sarah? You’ve been making an awful lot of trips to the Sanctum recently—“

“Stephen!” She exclaimed, but you could tell from her tone that the observation startled her

“I’m just saying— most would find it rather uncouth for the Sorcerer Supreme to be distracted from his duties—“

“He’s— we are not!” Wolfe stuttered out, “Strange, you open this door right now and come speak to me, or I’ll open it myself.”

“I really doubt that’s something you actually want at the moment.” Stephen warns, “Though, given I’m here, the Sanctum is rather empty. I’m sure our Supreme is unoccupied for the time being.”

There was a pause at this and you had to bite into your bottom lip to stifle a giggle. Stephen smiled back at you, his shoulders quaking with amusement. What an odd position to be in— though you were undeniably turned on. The man wasn’t even willing to pull out of you to go settle the conversation. While Stephen waited for an answer he reached up and pulled the cups of your bra off your tits. He immediately leaned down and began to suck on one, his hand leaving your clit to toy with the other. You threw your head back in pure delight, and Stephen smiled to himself when your walls fluttered around him.

“I think I see why Wong is so perturbed by you now.” Wolfe mutters through the door

Stephen picks his head up long enough to reply, “Wong only pretends to be perturbed, he’d fall apart without me.” And reattached his lips to the opposite nipple, making your back arch, your hands flying to his hair to keep him there— fuck, that mouth

“This conversation is not through.” Sarah says before the sounds of retreating footsteps echo down the hall

Stephen immediately praises, “Good girl… so good for me, Sweetheart.” He kisses up your neck and bites into the soft skin making you whimper, “I’ll only take one more from you, after that you just have to wait me out.” He starts thrusting into you more insistently again and grins like the devil, “Unfortunately for you, you’ve severely underestimated my stamina.”

You shiver as his warm breath touches your neck and nod, “Yes, sir.”

He looks down at you softly, a moment of tenderness showing through as he asks, “You are okay, aren’t you?”

You nod and return a soft smile, “I’m okay, Stephen.”

“Good.” He changes his pace, thrusting into you slow but hard and laments, “You know— shit— I wouldn’t be opposed to doing this again.”

“Mm?” Is all you can hum out in response

“If you learned to behave yourself, that is.” Stephen admonishes, “Can’t go around humping yourself against me like a bitch in heat in front of other people— holy fuck, Baby— pussy’s so tight, she always this tight?” You flutter around him and he smiles, “God, you love hearing how much I love this pussy, don’t you? You love hearing how good you are for me.” Stephen reaches back between the two of you to toy with your clit, “And you are so, so good. Such a sweet little girl when you’re getting what you want. And what was it you wanted this whole time, huh? Remind me.”

“Y-y-you, Stephen. W-want you to f-fuck me like this.” You pant out, clawing at his back as electricity courses through your body, “I’ll be good from now on— p-promise.”

“Mm, don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sweetheart.” Stephen teases, “But if you are good, remember where you end up. Laid out on my desk and dumb and fucked out.”

You nod, “Yes… yes, sir.” You agree, “Y-your cock is so big. It hurts.”

“Mm…” Stephen smiles against your shoulder, “I know it does. But it hurts so good, doesn’t it?” You nod emphatically, “And you take it so fucking well. I’d take you for a whore if you weren’t so clearly desperate for me and me alone.” Your nails digging into his skin felt like heaven to him, “Be a good girl and cum for me one more time. After that you just have to lay here and let me play with you. Don’t have to move, don’t have to speak… just gonna let me use this pretty body, yeah?”

“Yes, sir…” You manage out, body in overdrive and mind reeling, on the verge of an explosion

“That’s right. Good girl. You gonna’ let me cum in you too? You want to take it in—“

Stephen was cut off by an obscenely loud moan as your orgasm ripped through your body. He didn’t let up as you convulsed beneath him, grinning ear to ear at the the idea that such a simple suggestion sent you hurling toward your finish.

You were filthy.

“Good girl, so good for me.” Stephen praises, “Now just give me about fifteen more minutes, Baby. I’m gonna take my time with this…”

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