> angry and sad Frank with blood and Redâs appearance
Valentineâs DayÂ
> what a holiday to remember!
Blood from Unusual Places
> frank knows how to handle most blood... Â
NightsÂ
>fluffy cuddly Frank is looking for comfort after a nightmare
Writer & FighterÂ
> this is a snippet from this story, which is probably not gonna get anything else posted unless someone would like to read the full thing
Always Need you, Small Bear
>TW SEXUAL ASSAULT READ AT YOUR OWN WARNING, but then lovely fluff and understanding from the boysÂ
This
> fluffy fluff with dis god of thunda
*i love his long hair, it looks so good*
Frickin Allergies
>soulmate AU :Â tasting the things your soulmate is eating/drinking and it having affect if you have allergies.. angsty, fluffy, Nat is readers bestfriend
ORIGINAL FICTIONÂ
Mischief ManagedÂ
> a halloween themed fic: the tales of 2 couples who go to an abandoned insane asylm
shoutout to bi women who have preferences for men. shoutout to bi women who are currently dating men. shoutout to bi women who have only dated or had sex with men. shoutout to bi women who are married to men. shoutout to bi women who have broken up with a woman. shoutout to bi women who thirst over men. shoutout to bi women who go to queer events with their boyfriends. shoutout to bi women who reclaim "bihet" as a term of empowerment.
shoutout to bi women who are queer as fuck, love men, and are not here for anyone's bullshit.
Summary: Period pains suck and Daryl only knows one way to help you
A/N: I'm on my period and very Horny for Daryl rn, so hey :) Have a acute little period smut. Also, i want to start writing blurbs because writing full fanfics is so time consuming and i have some many ideas but not enough time to write them yk? So, expect short fics coming up!!
Warnings: NSFW, Cunnilingus, period sex, blood and just gross descriptions
Word Count: 2.2K
You donât know how you ended up in this situation, with your hands tangled in Darylâs hair as he went to town between your thighs. You just came home from work to find the kids at Rositas house, the house was empty and the shower was basically calling for you. You were in extreme amounts of pain, you had gotten your period that morning and throughout work you were on the verge of just collapsing so all you wanted to do right now was lay in bed and hope the cramps stopped.
The nice hot shower you took helped some, the dull ache in your stomach ceased for only a couple minutes before it came back and twice as bad. You could do nothing else but put on some underwear with a huge pad and one of Darylâs black shirts, just lay there until it felt better. You were laying there with your eyes shut and a hot water bottle on your stomach, it was useless even trying to sleep because the pain would wake you.
You thought all hope was lost until you heard the front door open, at first you thought it was the kids so you attempted to cover up some but the footsteps you heard were much heavier than your goofball niece and nephew. The footsteps go louder as they make their way into your room, the door creaking open to reveal the culprit of the noise. It was Daryl, he was coming home from a long day at work and he was exhausted to say the least.
The first thing he saw was you with a towel underneath you, a pair of black underwear and his shirt. At first he thought you were genuinely dying with how sickly you looked but he eased up when he saw your little eyes peek over at him and he saw you were just fine⌠maybe not fine but you were alive.
âHeyâŚ.â You said weakly, hand attempting to block out the sun from your eyes.
âHey. Are you good?â He asked, making his way into the room fully to set his things down.
You shrugged, moving your body so you were laying flat on your back and you could get a better look at him. You werenât sure why but the way his black shirt tightened around his chest and how his arms were far too big for it had your stomach fluttering. Maybe it was your hormones craving to be touched or it was simply exactly what Daryl did to you when he came home from work, all sweaty and worn down.
âHmm, itâs my period. came early this time and it hurts like a bitch.â you replied, hand placing the hot water bottle on your stomach. The pressure of it slightly makes you wince.
Daryl felt terrible, he knew it wasnât his doing but still hurt to see you in such pain. Not to mention Daryl had seen you take out hoards of walkers by yourself, heâs seen you get shot too many times and you can take a stab wound like itâs a simple scratch so seeing you like this⌠in pain and broken down simply because your body is fighting against you, Daryl feels awful. He didnât know what to do to make you feel better but be there for you and even then, that wonât stop the pain.
However, Daryl sometimes hears his coworkers talk, although they talk in such disgusting ways about women he tends to take in the information and learn from it. One time he overheard his coworker saying how period cramps can be helped with orgasms, heâs not sure if thatâs true or not but if itâs the only thing to help you in this moment⌠heâll eat it like a hungry man. Itâll also benefit him, he loves coming home after a long day at work and just makeout with your pussy.
ââM sorry bunnyâŚâ he said, climbing onto the bed below you and rubbing your feet comfortingly.
You smiled, hand still gripping onto the hot water bottle as it burned your skin. Daryl continued rubbing your feet, making his way to your calves and your tired knees. The warmth of his fingers felt nice, the roughness of them giving you a slight tingle that led to your heart. You closed your eyes, taking in the pleasure of being touched.
âYa know I heard orgasms help cramps.â He stated, causing you to let out a laugh.
You werenât expecting it, it was random and caught you off guard. You guys had sex a lot, any chance you got Daryl would be inside of you but you never let him do anything to you in your period. Not that you think Daryl would care but it was messy and you were honestly embarrassed by it, I mean you literally have blood coming out of your vagina⌠you donât expect him to want to get all bloodied up for you. You thought he was kidding but the look on his face was serious.
âReally?â You asked, sitting up on your elbows to face him.
âYeah, why not.â He stated.
You furrowed your brows, cocking your head to the side like that was the most goofiest thing you had ever heard anyone say. Daryl just ran his hand closer and closer to your underwear, hinting at what he wanted. You obviously didnât stop him but you did recoil back abit, your thighs slowly inching together as he got higher and higher.
âYa donât have to do anythingâ, just sit back and look pretty for me.â He grinned, watching your facial features change as his arousing words sent shivers down your spine.
âBut itâs gonna be messyâŚâ you said, hesitating on whether you wanted to do this or not.
Daryl gave you the stupidest face youâve ever seen a person give you, he looked to say âreally you dumb bitch.â With only his eyes. You were serious though, you were honestly hesitant because you were embarrassed by it.
âWhen has a little blood ever stopped me??â He asked, his face still with that stupid look on it.
Daryl has been bloodied before, so bloody you couldnât even recognize him and every time you could end up fucking him silly. This way you can get him all bloody without the harm towards him plus you could ease up those fucking cramps you were experiencing.
You opened your legs again, inching open so Daryl knew he had the right away. As soon as Daryl even thought you were giving him the okay he did not hesitate in getting started immediately. He damn near ripped your panties off, seeing your cunt glistening with a mixture of blood and your wetness. Daryl has eaten cooked dogs before and even fucking worms so he was going to eat you like a fucking steak dinner.
He sat on his knees above you, stripping himself of his vest and his shirt attempting to throw them on the dresser but missing completely. As he did so his eyes were trained on your cunt, he was so ready for it and he was so excited that you actually let him do so. He then bent down, eye to eye with your cunt as he slowly started kissing his way up to it. He kissed the insides of your thighs, not leaving a single spot unmarked, he even left a hickey here and there.
Your legs were already shaking, mostly with excitement but nervousness was also seeking through your body but you didnât feel it for long before Daryl shoved his face in your pussy. It was so unexpected that you let out almost a pornographic moan causing Daryl to chuckle on your pussy. He started slowly, lapping up the blood that was seeping out of you slowly. You could already feel your cramps stop, instead your stomach was filled with a knot that was deep inside you.
Daryl licked up your cunt, teasing your clit as he licked anywhere but the bundle of nerves. His hands held down your thighs as they started to close around his head, giving him a perfect angle to eat your pussy nice and right. Daryl had all day to make you feel good and he was going to use it all up, hoping that maybe the neighbors could hear your pleas and moans.
âDarylâŚâ you moaned, the words basically imprinted on your tongue from how often you say it.
He was only egged on by your moans, his lips suckled down on your clit. You were right when you said it was going to be messy, the white towel you had placed down is now red, Darylâs upper half is soaked with your blood and his hair was covered in it too. You got so lost in lust and pleasure that you didnât care about the mess anymore, you just grabbed a fist full of his hair and pushed him closer onto you.
Darylâs tongue continued lapping at gout pussy, sucking and licking until you were going completely insane. His hands made their way up to your tits, lifting up his black shirt you wore to squeeze the flesh that was there. You were getting lost in ecstasy, so high in the clouds that you forgot you were even bleeding in the first place. That was Darylâs plan all along, making sure you forgot how your body was literally shedding itself of old tissue, which honestly fascinated the hell out of Daryl.
âM so close DarylâŚâ you moaned, gripping onto his hair harder.
Daryl looked up, peeking up to see you high in the clouds. Your back was arched, your eyes shut tightly and your hand making sure his hands stayed massaging your tits. He thought you looked so beautiful, so angelic and so fucking sexy, he could stay like this forever if youâd only let him. Daryl knew how to make you cum and he knew how to do it well too so he took his free hand and stuffed two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out while his tongue worked in your clit.
The knot in your stomach grew tighter, becoming so unbelievably tight it became so uncomfortable as if you didnât cum it would quite literally kill you. Your hips started to grind against his face, holding his head in place as you did so. His nose was now deep inside your slit, his tongue still lapping your bloody cunt and his fingers going at a slow and teasing pace.
âfuck⌠shitâŚ. Daryl Iâm cumming!!â You screamed, his actions only picking up in pace.
Just then the knot in your stomach exploded, your juices spilling out of you, mixing in with your blood. You continued to grind on his face, this time your thrust was jagged and jumpy. Daryl tongue fucked you through your orgasm, shoved his fingers in and out of you even through your walls were contracting against them. You came with a loud scream, sounding as though you had been being murdered.
After your hips had stopped bucking violently and the only thing you felt now was the soft aftershocks of the mind shattering orgasm, leaving your body shaking softly, Daryl was working his tongue on you still. He lapped up all the blood and cum that had been left behind, taking it all in and tasting the metallic sweet taste it left behind. You were sensitive now, overstimulated and every time his tongue touched your sensitive bud, your hips would jolt up and your thighs would attempt to close.
When Daryl was finally done with you, making sure your cunt was clean and rid of all juices, he pulled away from you. His face was dripping with you, blood marked his entire face almost and it was damn near dripping off of him. You looked into his lust blown blue eyes, seeing his softness in them which honestly turned you in more. He just did the most disgusting thing and his eyes are still so soft when they look at you, how can someone so rough and scary be so angelic to you.
You donât know what came over you but for some reason you had the violent urge to kiss his bloodied lips. You sat up still looking him right in the eyes as you grabbed him by his face and pulled him into a rough kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, lapping your juices up and taking them into your own mouth. Most would be disgusted at what you were doing, all of this would be horrific to them but not you. You found what he did so fucking attractive and he did it all for you, well maybe his self just a little.
âDo you feel better?â He said pulling away from you, seeing how your face was now covered with your own blood. You just smiled up at him, leaving soft kisses along his jaw.
âI mean for the most part⌠I think I might need another orgasm though.â You joked, sucking and licking at his neck now.
Daryl chuckled lowly, eyes closing as you created small love bites on his neck. You wanted him more than ever now and he was gladly going to give you everything your little heart desired. He just pulled you off of him, laying you down so your head hit the pillows and readied himself for the long, messy night that was to come.
âAnything for my bunnyâ he said before moving in between your legs once again, ready to overstimulate and fuck you until you were begging him to stop.
Summary: A little after Lucilleâs death, Negan finds a lone woman who asks to become his companion for the sake of survival the newly-arrived apocalypse. Together, they brave many challenges and their bond tightens, until a hoard separates them for an indefinite amount of time. With both thinking the other dead, they find new groupsâŚ
Until they find each other once again, in the the midst of war.
They were supposed to go on for the rest of their lives. Isnât that what they vowed to each other when they got married? That they will be forever together, until death do âem part?
They should have changed that stupid vow. Something like - Even after death takes âem, or something. Anything! Anything that will ensure Lucille doesnât leave him. He was so angry that she left him like that.
Negan sigh, stroking his bat as he looked into the small fire with dead eyes. He never imagined his life would end up like this. He never imagined his wife, his Lucille, the love of his life⌠Would die.
He was a prick. A shit head. He cheated on her multiple times, with her best friend no less. He deserved all the worst thing to happen to him - Divine punishment? By fire be purged⌠Was that how it went? Maybe. He deserved all that.Â
But Lucille didnât deserve all the pain she went through.
She didnât deserve all the agony HE put her through⌠The supposed loyal, loving husband⌠Who was nothing more than an irresponsible piece of shit deadbeat husband who wasted his life away cheating and playing video games. He was the biggest failure in this world, and yet, despite everything, Lucille still stuck by his side, as if he was the one hurt, not her.
He didnât deserve an angel like her, and heâll never meet anyone like her ever again.
The news of her terminal diagnostic killed him much before this walker Apocalypse even started⌠But if these dead fuckers would have just stayed in their graves, his Lucille would have had a chance of survival. Go do her chemo and radiotherapy at the hospital, maybe do the surgery⌠Everything that needed to be done. And he would be there with her through it all. He knew the nasty side effects of the therapy - He wasnât going to abandon her again. He mistreated her once - Greatest mistake of his life - But being met with the fatality of the situation, he couldnât imagine his life going on without her.Â
There was no life without Lucille.
âPlease donât leave me like this âĄâ she wrote multiple times on the walls, before killing herself in bed, not before forgetting to keep herself bound and head covered, so she wouldnât end up hurting him.
âPlease donât leave me like this  âĄâ she wanted him to destroy her dead body, to make sure she doesnât end up as some disfigured dead shell of her former self, going around and killing people who have every chance of living.
âPlease donât leave me like this  âĄâ even in death, she wanted him to live⌠Even without her⌠Live for her as well.
âPlease donât leave me like this  âĄâ even watching him from Heaven, Lucille was cursing him to a life without her body in his arms, without her sweet voice calling out his name, and her hands roaming through his hair⌠Her honey laugh whenever heâd crack some of his stupid jokesâŚ
âPlease donât leave me like this  âĄâ ⌠I would never leave you⌠But Lucille⌠What about meâŚ? Now it is me, who is all alone, in this vast world⌠What reason is there to live anymore? There is no life without you⌠Lucille⌠Come back to me, please⌠I miss you so much⌠I love you so muchâŚ
An injured woman shows up at Negan's doorstep, asking for sanctuary - they are Saviors, aren't they? But the last thing she needs is saving. Hell, maybe she'll save them while she's at it. Kids are getting really crafty these days and he could never resist a mouthy urchin with balls of steel - bein' a woman in the apocalypse is a hard life.
[the ofc is written visually and racially ambiguous, this is meant to be read as a self-insert. ignores canon, the villains are brand new. trigger warnings are listed in each chapter.]
Comments, reblogs welcome! Not posting it here b/c it's a nightmare to format mumtichapters on tumblr đĽ˛
Series Summary: As a consultant for the Avengers with a specific gift for breaking curses, a first-time meeting with Thor starts some things in motion, leading you to Loki and some interesting revelations and discoveries.
Pairing: Loki Odinson x Female!Reader
Series Word Count: 24,855
Series Warnings: Mild angst, fluff, language, talk of typical Avengers mission stuff, soft!Bucky, brief vomiting, telepathic cats, in-depth magical themes, smut, magical smut (reader sets things on fire when she comes, donât worry about it)
Status: Completed on 9/29/22 - 5 Chapters total.
A/N: I started this series while I was still posting my stories to both Tumblr and Ao3, but this has since changed; I no longer post any of my stories on Tumblr. Instead of excluding my Tumblr followers from the final two chapters due to this, I have removed the first few parts of the story I posted here and the entire completed story is available on Ao3. I changed this original Chapter 1 post into a series masterlist instead that links to the story on Ao3. The entire series was betaâd by the lovely @idjitmonkeyâ and I really hope you enjoy. Happy reading!
you and derek didnât end on good terms, so when he returns for a shock case, heâs wracked with guilt at everything heâs missed
luke alvez x reader with canon typical violence can u tell iâm rewatching criminal minds lol
Itâs a simple diamond, resting flush against your ring finger on your left hand. It still catches your eye every so often, almost amazing you that it actually exists each time.
Amazing you that he exists.
Pen was hesitant about the new boy at first, having spent a few months being a man down without her very beloved Derek Morgan when Luke came into the team. She didnât like him because he replaced Morgan and you felt the opposite, you liked him because he replaced Morgan.
You two did not end on good terms.
âSome of us actually have people that we care about outside of this team, (y/l/n)!â
âDerek!â Penelope tried to cut in. âSome of us have a life outside of this job, I have a kid and a wife, you will never understand that.â
âMorgan!â Hotch boomed, âOutside, now.â
A yawn stretches your lips, awaiting the coffee machine to finish dropping into your âworlds best momâ mug imprinted with a picture of Roxy and Spencer that Luke had gifted you last Christmas. âMorning my precious.â Garcia beams, heels clinking across the floor of the kitchenette in the BAU office. âMorning Penny G,â you try to jest back with the same amount of joy she somehow has at 8:45am, though your attempt is futile.
âHow was your holiday, you need to tell me absolutely every single little detail right now and oh- OH!!! Oh my god is this the ring! (y/n) itâs gorgeous, who knew Alvez could actually pull it off.â She holds your hand, admiring the glistening diamond that was beautiful enough to strike you speechless and yet subtle enough to be comfortable and sweet. âIt was so good,â you hum, a subconscious glint of happiness beaming out of your eyes at the thought of the week you spent off sunning in the Caribbean on sun loungers by the pool with Luke teaching you to surf on secluded beaches and eating fruit under the sunlight. On the second last night at the end of a candle lit diner on the beach, Luke took to one knee and asked you to marry him after nearly three years of knowing each other and two of dating. âHeâs just perfect, I-â
âWell hello there,â JJ mewls as she sways over, âSomeone best get the paperwork in for a credential name change.â She sings her voice teasing before she hugs you tightly and offers you her kind congratulations.
âI hate to break up the celebrations you guys,â Emilyâs voice appears as she lingers in the doorway apologetically, âBut weâve got a case, and itâs a nasty one.â
Nasty indeed it was, incredibly violent and volatile. A family annihilator killing families of five, two parents three kids and even their pets were being wiped out. It was taxing on everyone, draining everything out of each and every one of you until the unsub was brought down. Your have bags under your eyes, grease in your hair and a little bloody stained under your shirt nails from scraping with the unsub in what would have been his latest victims master bedroom, Youâd washed your hands, but hadnât had a minute to scrub underneath your nails before you all loaded silently onto the jet, immediately taking respective seats and sat, again, in silence.
You curled up on the edge of the couch, case files spread next to you so no one could occupy that space with your case report on the arm of that couch, pen in hand with the top between your teeth as you stared absently as the harrowing photographs. â(y/n),â Luke coos softly, âWe landed fifteen minute ago, baby.â Heâs crouched down in front of you, gently closing the report file on your lap, sliding it onto the couch where the other files had also been closed without you even so much as noticing. How the hell you hasnât realised that the plane had landed and each of the team had up and left with sympathetic looks in your direction. Each had held their tongue despite wanting to ask if you were alright, knowing it was better to leave you to the man who had picked up your broken pieces and instead of jamming them all back together, he nursed them carefully with his own splintered fingers so he could hand them back to you to help you tape them all together haphazardly. He made you whole again after your heart was left cracked and leaking by the abandonment of Derek Morgan, your honorary big brother and subsequently the man who hurt you the most with words that still haunt you.
At first you worried that he mightâve been right. Maybe you would never have more than your job. Maybe you would never be capable of love. All of those worries you had confided in Morgan before only to have him use them against you in his moment of weakness for which you have never been able to forgive him.
âIâm sorry.â You whisper, but Luke shakes his head, reaching for your hand to smooth his over. âYouâre alright,â He hums, âLetâs get home huh?â
Your nod prompts him to nod, muttering an okay to himself as he straights up. Luke helps you to your feet, clearing the case files into your bag. Your new fiancĂŠ holds your hand, fingers intertwined as you walked to the car together. He has the knack for knowing when you donât want to talk yet, not even attempting to push you until you were safely at home when he knew youâd be more willing to talk. âWanna wait here while I run up and grab our stuff?â The tall, tanned agent offers, prompting another almost silent âyeahâ from you before you peck a kiss against the corner of his lip which makes his cheeks twitch in a gentle smile as he closes the passenger side door for you.
That small action, the little peck on his lip even when youâre run ragged by secondary grief of watching entire families ripped apart in mere moments. The grieving parents, grandparents, sisters and brothers who could never have imagined this happening to themâŚit was awful. Even in that, you would remind him in the smallest and most silent ways that you were still you in there, frozen beneath something you would work through together, but there. He has these cases too, ones that shake him to his core and he needs you to look after him like he is doing for you today. Next week, he may need that from you and itâll be a cycle thatâll exist for as long as you do this job, one that neither of you would ever trade for the vindication of putting these bastards away before they can take anything from anywhere else.
The elevator dings open, doors sliding to let Luke Alvez into the bullpen to scrape up some files from his desk into his bag, straightening out his desk a little. He pushes his photographs back into line, smoothing his thumb over the one of you cuddled into Roxy grinning like a fool under the Christmas tree in that very bullpen where the team celebrated Christmas with their families in the middle of a case on the 25th last year. You all took pause for merely a few hours to have a meal, give some gifts and then get right back go work. He loves that picture of you more than anything in the world.
Derek still feels that twinge of unease that floods him whenever he walks into the 6th floor now, faced with his own reflection in the glass doors before he presses his hand to them. The former profiler crosses the bullpen to make his way towards the office of his Baby Girl. He had heard through the grapevine (that being JJ) that this case was absolutely harrowing on everyone, so he wanted to visit like he infrequently does when cases are extremely tough. Being able to give some outsider support is almost always helpful and welcome. Yet, he has never once encountered you whenever heâs come to visit. You hide from him, leaving before he can get there and get gone before he ever lays eyes on you.
âBaby girl?â
Garciaâs head perks up, eyes watering already but immediately flooding when she sees him, rushing into his open embrace. After moments of silence enjoying each otherâs presence, they separate and Garcia knows what heâs going to say before he even says it. The look on her face tells him that.
âYou think I might catch her?â Derek says, his tone the same one of guilt dusted over with hope that he might get to apologise to you in a way that you had to answer. Not like those texts that you ignore or the calls that you never answered until they eventually stopped. âSweet man of chocolate,â she lulls, rethinking her words before she says them, and deciding on hope. âIf we hurry, we might.â
Emily is still in her office, Rossi in his and Reid at his desk when they emerge onto the raised platform to look over the bullpen. Derekâs eyes fall on his replacement who is logging off his computer, just finished straightening out his photographs. They begin descending the stairs, hyper aware to the fact that you werenât there.
Derek was about to speak when the dark haired agent moves from his desk to another, folding some brown folders shut and stuffing them into his bag the way he had his own, letting out a scuffed laugh beneath his breath at the sight of your unfinished Rubikâs cube by your keyboard, his fingers dancing over it as he lifts it up to stuff it into your bag. You just couldnât quite manage to finish one for the life of you. Dots begin to join up in Derek Morganâs head, why would another agent be picking up files and fidget bits from your desk?
âWhatâs the story with-â
âLuke your car alarm was blaring in the parking garage,â Matt storms in at a ferocious pace. Lukeâs head immediately snaps up, âI checked, passenger side window was smashed, door wide open and (y/n)âs gone.â
Emily emerges from her office, face paling in the doorway, Rossi already had his phone in hand ringing JJ to get back here and the only sound to be heard amongst the echoing silence is the heavy clatter of an unfinished Rubikâs cube hitting the carpeted floor beneath the feet of terrified agents as a truly petrifying thought rings loud through Luke Alvezâs mind
What if you never get to finish that stupid, multicoloured little square?
A similarly terrified one thumps violently into Derek Morganâs. What if you never get to hear in person how sorry he is for the words he said, and just how false he knows them to be?
Summary - You begin your new job at the BAU and find that your childhood sweetheart, Emily Prentiss, is one of your new colleagues.
Featuring: Goth Emily in the 80s.
Warnings - mild smut but pretty much fluff
Word Count - 3988
A/N - using valentine's as an excuse to write fluffy fluff
The FBI building had a slightly chaotic atmosphere, you couldn't help but smile at the stereotypical figures of men in black suits, sunglasses and silver briefcases. Though their intimidating scowls did nothing to quell the nerves bubbling within; it was your first day after all and though you were confident in your profiling skills, the fact you were going to be the newbie was daunting.
Pulling at the sleeves of your blazer - nervous habit - you walked over to the elevator. The metal cuboid holding remnants of aftershave, the previous occupant obviously overspraying that morning, a small cough at the back of your throat from the smell.
The mixture of your already present nerves along with the scent and the blaring fluorescent lights made your heart pound. Tugging at your collar to help you breathe - what if the team didn't like you? God, what if you didn't like them? What if whoever the owner of this hideous aftershave is, is your boss?
Your thoughts were cut short by the 'ding' of the end of the journey, doors sliding open with a 'whoosh' before you stepped out, somehow remembering the directions given to you by the snarky receptionist at the front desk.
From what you could see, the majority of your soon-to-be team hadn't arrived yet so you headed up to the office with the open door.
"Agent Hotchner?" You spoke, the serious looking man lifting his gaze from the paperwork on his desk, nodding and mustering what you could only assume to be a smile as he stood.
"Agent Y/L/N. Good to meet you." He answered, giving your hand a quick shake before gesturing towards the chair beside you. You took a seat with a polite smile.
"Likewise." You returned before jumping into the formalities, information on the teams workings, all that boring stuff - you found yourself biting back at least one yawn, your nerves stopping you from having your usual morning caffeine was now having its consequences.
As you conversed you could hear the bullpen growing busier, the sound of a familiar laugh throwing you into old memories...
It was 1989, you lay on your bed with your head in her lap; vinyl by The Cure spun on your record player, filling the air with the voice of Robert Smith and bass guitar. Smoke passed through your lips before fingers took the cigarette from your mouth, lifting it to her own mouth to take the last few drags; the patchouli incense did little to mask the scent but it reminded you of her when she'd leave.
You'd left school early that day in favour of kissing in your bedroom, her dark lipstick smudging onto your mouth at the action but you didn't mind; you'd found her goth era rather endearing, the heavy eyeliner and black clothes. She often let you do her eyeshadow and she adored seeing you in her various band t-shirts, which you knew there was still at least one of in your wardrobe right now, especially if that was all you were wearing...
Before the thoughts became too unsavoury you brought your attention back to Hotch though you couldn't help but wonder why that laugh was so familiar, it couldn't be her surely.
"I'll take you out to meet the rest of the team." He spoke, nodding for you to follow him out and down the steps. "Guys, this is SSA Y/N Y/L/N - the new member of the BAU. Agents Rossi, Jareau, Morgan, Prentiss, Doctor Reid and Penelope Garcia is our technical analysis expert." He introduced, pointing to everybody as he did so, the fluttering in your stomach erupting at the sound of her name.
"Y/N." Emily smiled, recognising you instantly despite the years.
"Hi Em." You replied, grin spreading across your lips, her beauty as astounding as ever. She took the few steps towards you, pulling you into a tight hug, much to your shock; she was never the most open with her emotions and the display must still be rare based on the shocked smiles on the other's faces.
Her perfume was still the same, hints of jasmine and figs, sweet and delicate with a light musky undertone. Her hands still felt the same against your back as she held you close, thumb rubbing over the material of your jacket as she always used to.
"Je ne peux pas croire que tu es la, boomerang." She uttered as she pulled away from the embrace, the use of the old nickname making your heart sing.Â
(I can't believe you're here, boomerang.)
"Nous nous sommes toujours trouvĂŠs, n'est-ce pas?" You returned, both of you ignoring the whispers of confusion shared between the rest of the group.
(We always found each other, didn't we?)
"What's happening?" Penelope voiced, someone had to address what they'd just witnessed - never in the years they've known her have the BAU team see Emily blush and smile in such a soft way.
"Where do you know each other from?" JJ smiled, amused to see one of her best friends so happy.
"And why are you speaking French?" Derek laughed.
"Y/N and I knew one another in high school and college - we'd always have private conversations in languages nobody else in the room could speak." Emily responded, both of you laughing at the fact, it wasn't uncommon for you to have complete conversations in French, Italian, Spanish, sometimes Russian.
"Oh my God! Did you know goth Emily?!" Penelope squealed, brightly painted lips curving up into a grin.
"Yes, I did." You laughed. "I quite liked it actually though it doesn't compare to the phase she want through at Yale whe-"
"Okay, no." Emily laughed, slapping a hand over your mouth to halt the words as the others chuckled.
"I can confirm that this is the first time we've ever seen Emily blush." Spencer spoke, only increasing the pink hue on her cheeks.
"Mhm, I'm gonna have fun with you newbie." Penelope grinned. "I'm gonna find out all your dirty little secrets Ms Prentiss."
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You easily fell into rhythm with your new team, proving to be a useful asset with solving cases over the weeks. You and Emily spent time getting to know each other again, nothing feeling too different from how it was during college and you could feel that your love towards her hadn't changed.
It had never completely gone away even whilst you were with other people, it was always Emily even when you'd not spoken for years. You wished you knew what she was feeling - it'd be useful to know that she felt the same way, nobody had compared to you, the presence of you always lingering in the back of her mind.
It was your first girl's night with the others on the team and the four of you sat cross legged beneath a poorly constructed pillow fort in Penelope's living room, her idea, with an empty wine bottle discarded across the room, a second surely joining soon.
"So, how did you two meet?" JJ questioned, cheeks flushed from her tipsiness.
1987 and Emily Prentiss was a new student at Garfield High School, she walked with confidence through the hallways, her hair and makeup were less severe then, though she wore chunky black boots with a worn Joy Division t-shirt. It was clear the confidence wasn't totally honest, a slight vulnerability beneath the surface, something haunting her from her past.
She quickly fell into stride with a few of the other 'goth kids' though something always set her apart, the way you'd notice her reading in the shade of a tree outside the school, the soft smiles she'd send you when you'd pass in the hallways.
"Hey Princess." She smirked, looking up from the pages of Slaughterhouse-five with a smirk, cigarette perched between her lips as you tried to light your own. "Need a light?"
"Please." You smiled, crouching beside her and leaning forwards to let the flame lick the end of your cigarette, inhaling and turning your head away to blow the smoke into the air. "Thanks."
"Y/N, right? Friends with the head cheerleader."
"And you're Emily. Friends with those mean goths." She laughed at that, such a soft laugh as she nodded.
"Those particular goths are pretty mean, huh? That's why I sit out here." She returned, holding up her book as demonstration.
"Vonnegut, huh." You nodded in approval at her book choices. "I always see you reading out here - not that I'm looking or anything I-"
"If anyone's gonna look at me, I'm more than happy for it to be you." She interrupted, eyes trailing over your body as you sat beside her leaning against the trunk of the tree.
"Oh." You responded, flustered from her matter of fact statement, warm under her gaze.
"Wanna skip? We can go into town, you look like you like record stores." She asked, gathering her things to stand whilst you mulled it over.
"Fuck it, let's go." You responded as she looked down at you expectantly, grabbing her hand to pull you up. You were shocked at how perfect her hand felt in yours, sparks flying through your veins.
From that day on the two of you grew closer, when the weather dropped chilly she'd drape her leather coat over your shoulders and hold your hand between hers. She took you on your first official date to see The Lost Boys at the cinema before walking you home, soft and precious kisses pressed to your lips hidden in the darkness on your front doorstep.
Your High School years were spent together, study dates in your bedroom that transformed into something else, clothes on the bedroom floor, her eager kisses on your neck. Whispers of 'I love you' in secret; and nobody understood the extent of your heartbreak when she moved away for college per her mother's request.
"I offered her a light for her cigarette and she approved of my library choices." Emily answered with a smile, both of you surely having the same flashback to the memory.
"You smoked?!" Penelope exclaimed, finding any new information about her friends exciting.
"We were both into challenging authority I guess." You shrugged, cheeks heating at the attention on you both and at the thought of how Emily looked with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. The way her fingers would effortlessly hold it, wisps of white smoke swirling upwards as she'd flick the pages of her book, peeking over the top to eye you whilst you did the same.
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"Another case over, finally." Derek smiled as all of you made your way to your seats on the jet, Emily across from you and Derek and JJ occupying the other seats with the other three men across the aisle. "You've got competition pretty boy, Y/L/N is on fire lately." It was true, you'd been integral in solving the past few cases and have been showcasing your knowledge humbly in the few months you'd been at the BAU.
"What'd you do at college?" Rossi asked.
"I majored in psychology with minors in biochemistry and philosophy at Yale." You answered nonchalantly, putting your luggage in the overhead space. When you sat down the eyes of the team were on you, all of them shocked apart from Hotch and Emily who already knew.
"You were so nerdy in college." Emily teased, kicking your foot beneath the table.
"Yeah and you had an overalls phase - I'm sure she had them in every colour available ouch-" You laughed only being cut off by a harsher kick to your shin.
"Oh wow, Emily Prentiss in overalls, this I've gotta see." Derek chuckled.
"I'm sure there's some photos somewhere."
In fact, you knew that there was...
Emily began studying her postgraduate in criminal justice at Yale, both of you on the same course though you also took psychology, unknown that you'd be studying together again. She hadn't gone to Yale for her BA and you'd not seen each other since high school graduation, the years apart had done nothing to the extent of your feelings, only strengthening them if anything.
You ran into each other at a party, falling straight back into the old conversations you'd always have, giddy and excited that you'd found each other again. You quickly fell back into old routines, going on dates, studying together. She had her own apartment and you pretty much moved in, no need to hide your love from her mother.
One day in particular you were studying in her living room, papers and highlighters strewn across the floor along with drained mugs of coffee as you crammed for an upcoming exam. You'd been working all the day before, getting up early to continue and your brain was exhausted.
"Em, I can't do anymore. My brain has turned to dust." You groaned, falling onto your back as she chuckled.
"Aw, baby." She cooed, crawling over to you. "Let's get some fresh air then, hm?" She smiled, her face hovering over yours pressing a peck to the end of your nose.
"We're going roller skating, darling." You insisted, the idea coming to your mind. You'd decided to give in to the 90's trend and bought a pair each though had barely used them.
"Fine but only cause I love you." She huffed dragging you up.
You went to the park near her apartment complex, laughing maniacally as you held onto each other's hands for dear life trying not to fall. It took a while of odd looks from strangers before you built up momentum, slowly skating across the paths. You let yourself roll as you watched Emily, look of concentration on her features as she pushed herself along the ground; t-shirt beneath her denim overalls and hair scraped into a loose ponytail, looking ethereal in the glow of the sunlight.
You couldn't resist taking a photo with the polaroid camera hanging from your neck, slipping the photo into the pocket of your jacket.
You giggled as you crashed into each other before collapsing into a heap on the grass before changing back into regular shoes from Emily's bag. It was a sunny day, only a slight breeze, groups of people sat on the grass, others playing frisbee. It was peaceful, picturesque.
She bought you both ice cream, strawberry scooped into a cone. You relaxed beside each other, reminding you of the first time you'd met, falling into simple conversation. You'd chuckled at the view of her, a pink dollop on her nose - you couldn't help but take another photo, a slight blush on her cheeks and hand coming up to the lense as she tried to push you away.
"Always such a messy eater, Em." You laughed.
"Shush." She huffed, mischief glinting in her eyes as she scooped some ice cream onto the end of her finger, smearing it over your cheek as you gasped. She tackled you to the ground in fits of laughter when you tried to get her back, stealing your camera and taking a photo of both of your faces. It became your favourite photo, massive smiles on both of your faces as you looked at one another, a pink smear across your cheek.
She couldn't help but kiss you in that moment, pulling away with a dreamy look in her eyes, staring at you lovingly.
"Whatcha lookin' at Em?" You laughed, flushing under her intent gaze.
"You're my little boomerang." She smiled.
"Your boomerang, huh?" You teased, the butterflies you'd always felt because of her only increasing when she wiped the ice cream from your cheek.
"Mhm. My boomerang 'cause you always come back to me. We always find our way back to each other somehow."
"I love you, Em. You little softie." You poked her cheek, kissing her lips chastely.
"I love you too."
Returning to the apartment that evening she pushed you against the inside of the front door, lips dancing across your lips, your jaw, your neck. She tasted like bubblegum, courtesy of the lip gloss you'd got from the front of a magazine. The kisses were soft, passionate as she rid you of your clothes and you did the same to her.
She guided you to your shared bed, the floral scent of freshly laundered sheets as your head fell onto the pillows, her body straddling your in her bra and underwear giving you a perfect view of her tattoo. You'd both got a small tattoo of the outline of an oak tree when you were 18, the tree you'd always sit beneath, it was an impulsive decision but one neither of you had ever regretted.
Your fingers traced over the black ink on her ribcage before tugging her face down to yours, lips melding together in perfect synchrony. Her touch was electric, pulsing pleasure through your bodies as you made love into the night. Only pants of breath and small moans sounding throughout the room as love passed between you both.
You were so in love, so so in love. It felt like your hearts were ripped out when Emily had to leave, her mother wanted her to follow in her footsteps before she started training with the FBI, so she did - there wasn't much choice.
"We'll find each other again, boomerang." She muttered, tears coating both of your faces as she grabbed her packed bags.
At first you resented her but you soon realised you could never hate her, you loved her too much and you hoped she was right - you would find her one day. But the years went on and the idea became less and less plausible as you begun at the FBI, Emily working at Interpol. Your paths never crossed again and you had no contact information for each other.
It was presumably impossible that your paths would cross again but for once the universe wasn't so unkind.
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You grew closer to the others on the team over the months though you and Emily had stayed friends, unsure where you truly stood after all this time. You both knew how you felt, that you'd want nothing more than to be together again but were nervous to voice this just in case.
The case you'd just finished had ended in a scuffle, the team was in danger and you'd thrown yourself towards the unsub to tackle him to the ground. It had ended fine apart from a wound to your arm, a knife wound that had required a couple of stitches but other than that you were okay. But Emily had been giving you the silent treatment since it happened, only a few glares thrown your way and now she was sat across from you on the jet as the others just nervously observed the tension, trying to fall into quiet conversation.
"Tu as ĂŠtĂŠ stupide aujourd'hui - tĂŠmĂŠraire." She seethed, anger over her features as she looked at you across the table, you rolled your eyes.
(You were stupid today - reckless)
"Je faisais mon travail Emily, c'ĂŠtait la bonne chose Ă faire." You sighed, rolling your eyes.
(I was doing my job Emily, it was the right thing to do.)
"C'ĂŠtait putain de stupide et maintenant tu es blessĂŠ." She answered, your whispers not quiet enough to be a private conversation so useful that the others couldn't speak french; though even without being able to understand the words your tones were enough to show aggravation.
(It was fucking stupid and now you're hurt)
"Dieu, tu n'es pas ma mère Emily. Je ne prendrai même pas la peine de discuter, c'est ridicule."
(God, you're not my mother Emily. I'm not even going to bother arguing, this is ridiculous.)
"Parce que tu sais que tu t'es trompĂŠ. Putain d'idiot." She knew her words were harsh but you'd worried her and your nonchalance was angering her now, she just wanted you to be safe. You scoffed at her words narrowing your eyes at her as they others looked at each other in worried confusion - they didn't know what was being said but the tension in the air was thick.
(Because you know you were wrong. Fucking idiot.)
"Der'mo, ty deystvitel'no znayesh kak vyvesti menya iz sebya." You huffed, knowing her Russian wasn't as strong as yours. "Podvergay sebya opasnosti radi zhenshchiny kotoruyu lyubish' i eto blagodarnost' kotoruyu ty poluchish'." You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest.
(Shit. You really know how to piss me off.) (Put yourself in danger for the woman you love and this is the thanks you get.)
"This situation is very confusing." JJ muttered, earning nods of agreement from the others.
"Your Russian always was better than mine but I understood a little of what you said." Emily spoke, slight smile tugging at her lips.
"La partie oĂš j'ai dit que tu m'ĂŠnervais ou quand j'ai dit que tu ĂŠtais la femme que j'aime?" You queried, slightly embarrassed that she must have picked those parts out.
(The part where I said you pissed me off or when I said you are the woman I love?)
"Les deux." She laughed. "Tu veux abandonner? On peut aller en ville, tu sembles aimer les magasins de disques." She smirked, remembering what she'd said all those years ago.Â
(Both) (You wanna skip? You look like you like record stores.)
"Je ne voudrais rien de plus."
(I would like nothing more.)
"Au fait tu es la femme que j'aime aussi." She smiled and you couldn't help but smile back, the soft look in her eyes, it was all you'd been longing to see for years.
(By the way, you are the woman that I love too.)
The short journey on the jet was now spent in a more light hearted atmosphere and though the others were still confused they were glad that the tension had fizzled away. You couldn't fully wipe the smile from your face at the fact that Emily, your Emily, was back in your life and she loved you just the same. What you'd been yearning for had finally been gifted to you and the hole she'd left in your heart was being occupied once more.
When you returned to the BAU she grabbed your wrist to hold you back whilst everybody else continued to the bullpen, guiding you to the wall beside the elevator out of sight of prying eyes.
"Can I kiss you, darling?" She breathed, lips ghosting over yours as she held your face in her palms. You nodded instantly, smiling into the kiss as her lips pressed against yours, the action felt familiar, like home. She tasted like peppermint gum and you knew she'd stolen it from your bag at some point, her tongue slipping into your mouth with ease. Your hands gripped onto her hips, squeezing slightly as she deepened the kiss, almost forgetting just where you are.
"Oh my God!" Penelope screamed with a gasp, startling you apart, breathing heavily with swollen lips. You both looked to her to see a huge grin on her lips, her hand covering her eyes. "I knew it - you were childhood sweethearts. You've just won me, JJ and Hotch $20."
"What do you mean Garcia?" Emily asked.
"Well, the three of us were sure you'd dated at some point. So we bet on it, obvi."
"Yeah, obvi, Em." You mocked, honestly shocked at her statement.
"You shouldn't be laughing too much sugarplum, Derek has himself a little crush on you." She laughed making you clamp your mouth shut. Emily giggled too though tightened her hold on your waist at the thought.
"Then you can tell Morgan that he's a loser and Y/N is mine." She smiled making Penelope laugh before she hurried off to gossip about the newfound information she'd gained.
"I always hoped I'd find you again." You spoke, resting your chin on her shoulder as you pulled her into an embrace.
"Of course we found each other, love. You're my little boomerang."
Andrea (Andy) Hotchner was born when Aaron Hotchner was just 16, she will always be her dadâs little girl, no matter how old she gets. Heâd do anything for her, no one was good enough for her, she could do no wrong⌠she was his golden child.
Now, sheâs about to be a big sister at 19, stressed with college and how her life is changing too fast, itâs only natural for her to act out and date one of her fatherâs new FBI agents. Only, no one expected it to be Nerdy Dr. Reid who was sneaking her out her bedroom window in the middle of the night and driving off with the headlights cutâŚÂ
Itâs supposed to be one Heavenly summer with no rules, and yet they still find a way to Break them.
the reader and the terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.
warnings: SMUT (unprotected vaginal sex, cunnilingus, dirty talk, degradation & praise kink), age gap (19-early 20s x late 30s early 40s), inappropriate relationships, cheating, hurt/comfort, toxic relationships, gratuitous smut
this came out a lot softer than intended, whoops
Youâve had a rough fucking day. And thatâs to put it lightly.
You woke up after sleeping through your alarm, twice, making you miss an online morning class and wildly late for another. The local brewery was all out of your usual order- which was the only thing that wouldâve brought you peace. To make matters even worse, your phone died when you needed it most, and when your boyfriend; who youâve been dating for over a year- handed you his cellphone to use instead, you were slapped in the face by sexually charged text messages between him and one of your closest friends. And all of that is just a brief summary.
Really, the last thing you needed was a stack of work given to you by your employer to do on your time off, but of course, thatâs what you were given.
Youâre sat at your kitchen island, home alone; your parents excusing themselves for a much needed date night, clad in nothing but panties and a shirt you had gotten at a concert years before, which was the only size they had leftâ a size too large for your frame.
The sound of the front door opening collides with your incessant tapping of keys, making you almost jump out of your skin. A relief washes over you when you see a familiar face, dressed for the fall weather and dropping a plastic bag by your side.
âYour dad home?â Bucky asks, almost grunting.
âNo,â You say, turning to face him, âWhatâs in the bag?â
âBread.â He says, opening it and showing you the round object wrapped in tinfoil. Buckyâs always been a good cook; at least when it comes to dough and grain. Your mother always insists he brings over extras when he bakes, and he always obliges, basking in her admiration for his skills.
When you reach to unwrap it, he slaps your hand away, making you yelp. âHands off. This is for dinner.â
âAsshole,â You mumble, rubbing your now slightly irritated hand. Youâre not usually like thisâ usually happy to see him, happy to see a warm, non familial face around the house to bring you conversation. But with a day like today, all chivalry is out the window.
âHey,â He says, eyebrows raised. Despite his surprise, his voice remains calm. âWhatâs with the attitude?â
âI just donât like getting slapped, surprisingly.â
âDonât be a brat.â He says, voice stern and stabbing. Heâs got his glare set on you, towering; it almost scares you, almost makes your heart drop to your stomach.
You donât respond, instead opting to avert your gaze, placing your attention to the work on your computer and the splitting ache in your head and heart.
Your reply makes Bucky tsk, shaking his head with a click of his tongue. âYouâre lying. Talk to me.â
You swallow, harsh and rough in your throat. You can barely help the way your lip quivers. Every piece of text on your computer is nothing but a blur, a mindless space of pixels thatâs clouding your head. Youâre almost staring past it, but desperate for a way to not look at himâ because you know if you do, it will just make everything worse.
âIâm just having a bad day.â Your voice is soft. Fragile. Barely there.
You feel his hand rubbing your arm, trying to bring you as much comfort as he can. He canât take your stress away, he knows that, but he just wants to put it to rest for now.
âWhat happened, hun?â
The nickname strikes through your chest, but simultaneously covering you in warmth. âI justâŚâ You can barely speak without choking, âItâs just one of those days where everything goes fucking wrong. I wake up too late, I miss my classes, get berated by teachers who donât understand that I canât control how my body worksâ and then I canât even get food in my stomach, let alone a fucking coffee. My parents wouldnât call me back all day, wouldnât even lend me a text, and Chase canât be there for me because heâs too busy sending photos of his dick to other girls!â
âHold on,â Bucky jets, tightening his grip on your arm, âWhat was that last part?â
âChase?â You ask, eyes watery. Bucky nods. âI- Heâs- He was texting- sexting my friend, Chloe.â
Buckyâs eyebrows tighten in a furrow, thumb stroking your bare skin. âHeâs a fucking idiot.â
âNo, I justâŚâ You breathe in, trying to catch your breath from the four mile sprint of a monologue you just did, âI havenât had time for him lately, yâknow? Iâve been busy with my job, and-and school, we havenât done anything in weeks, and yâknow- he has needs. I donât- blame him, I wasnât- I wasnât there.â
âWhat?â Bucky bellows, voice rising. You jump at the loudness, before he brings you back down with his grip. âIs that what he told you?â
You nod. Bucky sighs.
âListen, Iâm⌠Iâm gonna give you some advice.â He says. âTake it from me. Iâm a lot older than you, and Iâve had a fair share of weak moments- but never, ever would I think itâs okay to go behind a womanâs back just because Iâm not gettinâ any. Thatâs fucking cowardice. If a guy ever tells you itâs your fault he cheated on you, run in the other direction.â
âHe didnât cheat on me,â You hiccup, âThey didnât do anything, they-they were just texting.â
âDid he say that, too?â
You pause, staring at him- before nodding.
âThatâs bullshit. He went behind your back with someone else. Thatâs cheatinâ.â
You bite your lip, not hard enough to break skin, adverting your eyes from his gaze. You let the words sink in, let them fill you, let them sit in your body for now. Heâs right, and you know he is, but itâs hard for you to admit to yourself. Itâs how youâve always been treated by men. Itâs how youâve always experienced love. Itâs how everything has always been.
âWhatâs goinâ on in that pretty little head, huh?â
You laugh, breathy and broken, âIâm just⌠I feel like a shitty girlfriend.â
âDonât say that shit,â Bucky has your face in his hand, pulling your gaze back to his. Heâs staring at you with those steel eyes, intense in gaze; like theyâre reading your thoughts. âHe has a right hand for a reason.â
That makes you laugh. The sound of your giggle makes him laugh, his dimpled smile covering his features.
âIâm serious, okay? Donât do that for yourself. Heâs the asshole.â
âYeah,â You sniffle, âHe is.â
Buckyâs eyes are still on you when you look away, taken over by a soft gleam heâs had for a while now.
âI shouldnât be crying over a guy who thinks eating pussy is gross,â You laugh, wiping your slightly teared cheeks with your palms.
âWhat?â Buckyâs gawking, almost comedically, âGross?â
âYou donât think itâs gross?â
âFar from it.â
You smile weakly, only one corner of your mouth turning upward. You attempt to move back to your work, before he grips your arm again, pulling your gaze back.
âYou sounded surprised,â He notes, âHas every guy youâve ever dated thought that?â
âUhâŚâ You chew on your bottom lip, staring down at your lap, âYeah.â
The silence that follows is almost deafening. Buckyâs seen you with a couple guys- seen the boys you bring home to meet your folks, boys who pull up in your driveway and great you with a rough kiss. The thought alone that youâve just been taken without getting is enough to tighten his shouldersâ a pretty little thing like you, perfect ass in tight pantiesâ itâs insane to him. Insane that no ones taken advantage in the right way.
âSo,â He tuts, âYouâve never had anyone eat you out before?â
The question surprises the shit out of you. Sure, youâve had raunchy conversations with himâ but theyâve all been shitty jokes followed by âif you tell your parents I joke with you like this, Iâll kill youâ. Heâs always been the soft, teddy bear next door with a potty mouth, careful to not overstep boundaries or get into you personally. Heâs never even asked about the boys youâve brought around, or pointed out the actors you ogle in movies. Itâs always been behind a wall.
âNo.â
He hums, deep in his throat, bringing one of his fingers to lift your chin. Heâs got his gaze fixated on your mouth, nostrils flaring with his heavy breaths. âDâya wanna know what it feels like?â
Your heart drops down into your stomach, falling into an ashy pit. Your breathing gets harder, thicker, your thighs clenching at the very suggestionâ heâs always been the guy your friends have joked about being too hot for his own good, being a tease for remaining so forbidden. Youâve never said anything, never spoke a peep, knowing that if you admitted anything to yourself it would become real. He would become real. Instead of your dads friend who comes by with pastries, heâd turn into the man you stare at by swimming pools, praying heâs catching glimpses of how your ass looks in your swimsuit. And you had never been ready for that immature, young schoolgirl crush.
âWhatâre you saying?â Your voice is breathy, whispering. His free hand lays wait on your waste, itching to move down, tangled with the fabric of your shirt.
âGonna ask you somethinâ, and you can always say no, get up ân leave. Tell me to fuck off.â He says, still staring at your mouth, still holding onto you, âCan you get up ân bend over for me?â
Oh fuck. Suddenly every wall, every rule youâve made with yourself, every illusion of unattainability comes crashing down, falling apart like bricks. If you werenât clenching your thighs tight before, you are now.
You donât even respond. With a heavy breath, you stand up, and he follows behind, moving back to give you room. You pause, letting yourself breatheâ before placing your hands on the cold marble of the countertop, letting yourself bend down.
You can hear the shaky breath Bucky lets out, hear him fumbling to move behind you. The feeling of his hands on your hips almost makes you jolt. He moves you to where he wants you, before pulling you up, bracing your back flat against his chest.
âListen to me,â He says, speaking into your ear, voice soft. âIf you donât want me to do this, just tell me, okay? Not doinâ anything you donât want me to.â
You nod, but donât move. With your silent consent, he pushes you back down, laying you flat against the island. He hooks a prosthetic finger into your panties, pulling them slowly down your legs, letting you step out of them.
âMmm,â He hums, letting himself fall down to his knees. Heâs staring up at your pussy, glistening with your arousal, profited by his very presence. He slides a finger through your drenched folds, making you twitch, rubbing your slit from top to bottom in an experimental test.
The first slide of his tongue in your folds is heavenly. It has you keening, legs trying to move away, but he keeps you there with a tight grip of his hands. Heâs wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking lightly, finger teasing your hole with wide circles.
âOh fuck,â Youâre moaning, head falling forward and eyes rolling back. Itâs different from anything else, better than anything elseâ and heâs got you stuck, manhandling you the way he wants you. The way he knows is best for you.
When he slides his fingers in, you clench hard, making him moan around your cunt. The vibrations send a jolt of pleasure up your spine, leaving you whining- whimpering against the granite.
With him switching from sucking your clit, to fucking your hole with his tongueâ itâs not long before you feel the build up deep in your core, spinning wildly towards your finish. Youâre grinding against his face, practically smothering him, but he doesnât seem to mind. If anything, with the way heâs moaning, whining against your soaked pussy, youâd say he fucking loves it.
Then, youâre cumming, drenching his face with your wetness, his face buried deeper than you thought possible. It leaves your legs twitching.
As you come down, he goes up, fingers still sliding inside of your cunt as he pulls you back up towards him. With you leaning back against his chest, he leans down to your ear:
âYou know why Iâm doinâ this?â He asks, fingers still gliding inside of you, overstimulating you in the best way, âCause you drive me fuckinâ crazy.â
Youâre gasping, gripping his arms tight, his thumb flicking and rubbing your sensitive nub, fingers pounding away at that spongey spot deep inside your core.
âEvery time I come in here,â He grunts, âYouâre dressed like this. Tight ass in those fuckinâ panties, beautiful legsâ you have no idea what you do to me. Your dad would kill me, if he knew what I was thinkinâ, if he knew how I hard I fucked my fist thinkinâ about his sweet little girl. How bad I wanna stuff her cunt full, watch the way she cumsâ just wanna treat her right. Cause you deserve it, honey, you fuckinâ do. Tired of watching you get pushed around by little boys who donât know nothinâ about making you happy. Just wanna see you happy, wanna see you satisfied. Wanna see you get what you need. What you deserve.â
It has him gasping, breath fluttering. âI canât, honey, this is about you.â
âPlease.â Youâre practically crying. âPlease, I need your cock so fucking bad, pleaseâ I need you to fill me up, want you to fuck me so good, Bucky, please!â
âFuck,â Bucky curses, grinding his already throbbing cock against your bare ass, âFuck!â
You hear him fumbling with his belt, the clinking of metal filling up the murderous silence. He pulls up behind you, gripping your hips, before stoppingâ
âFuck,â He stops, âDonât have a condom.â
âIâm on the pill,â You donât have time for this. Youâre practically dripping arousal onto the floor, clenching around nothing, cunt desperate for his cock. âYou can cum inside me, you can do whatever you want, please just fuck me.â
Youâre going to be the fucking death of him, he swears.
The first slide of his cock makes your body twitch. His cock stretches you almost to the point of pain, burying inside you to the hilt with a heavy moan. His balls are heavy against your ass, ready to burst, thrusting shallowly into your cunt out of desperation.
âFuck,â He moans, âGod, your pussyâs so fuckinâ good.â
âPlease, move,â You whine, âJust fuck me.â
Bucky places his hand on the small of your back, softly pushing you down against the countertop. After he places himself just right, he starts snapping into you, deep and hard.
Youâre reeling, moaning against the marble, the slapping of skin on skin filling up your ears. You can hear him moaning, grunting about how good you feel, precum dripping down in your inner walls.
âOh god,â Buckyâs grunting, thrusts getting faster. âGod, yeah, stay just like that for me. Let me fuck that pretty cunt, fuck, lemme fill you.â
âYes, yes,â Youâre moaning like youâre being paid, gripping the counter so hard your nails change color, âPlease, please fuck meâ fuck, harder, please, Bucky.â
The sound of your moans have him desperate. He feels feral, uncontrollable, unable to stop how recklessly he fucks you. He lifts your leg up, pulling his arm underneath it as leverage to fuck you deeper. Youâre both colliding in a symphony of moans, the sounds of your pleasure so loud you know the neighbors can hear.
âThis what you wanted?â Bucky slaps your ass, watching as the flesh jiggles underneath his thrusts, âThis what you were begging for? A thick cock in your tight little pussy? Fuck, how shitty those boys fuckinâ treated you, leavinâ you this desperate for cock, practically fuckinâ drooling against the counter. Fuck, take it like that, honey, youâre takinâ it so fucking good for me.â
Your moans are practically incoherent at this point. Youâre blabbering, unable to keep your mouth shut, desperately humping yourself back against him when he moves to rub at your clit.
âSo fuckinâ cock hungry,â Bucky laughs, âWhat would daddy think of you?â
When you clench around him, he knows heâs got you with his words. âYeah? What would daddy think about his sweet girl getting pounded in his own kitchen? Begging to be fucked by the only man whoâs ever gonna fuckinâ treat her right?â
âIâm a- Iâm a slut,â You moan, broken.
âOh god, yeah you are.â Bucky pulls you up, putting your leg down and pressing you against him by your throat. âBut youâre my fuckinâ slut. Donât wanna see anymore boys around hereâ the only cock youâre gettinâ is mine, okay? Only cock that can make you feel this good.â
âIâm gonna cum again,â You whine, grabbing onto the hand thats wrapped around your throat. âIâm gonna cum, please.â
âGood fuckinâ girl,â He moans, fucking you harder, faster, âCum around this cock, baby, fuckinâ claim it. Câmon, be a good girl and cum.â
The orgasm rips through you hard, your moans turning into screams as he fucks you through it. You can barely make out his praise, the way heâs commending you for coming around him. The chord snap is almost painful, almost has you trying to run away from it, but the feeling of your orgasm running through your core is enough to have you crying.
âOh god, here it fuckinâ comes, baby,â Bucky moans, eyes shut tight, panting breaths against your skin, âGonna cum so fucking hard, Iâm fuckinâ shaking,â
Youâre begging him for it, pleading for him to cum inside you, fill you upâ
With one hard thrust deep inside you, he lets out a loud yell, cum filling you up deep inside your body. Heâs shivering, humping desperately against your ass as he rides it out, light moans escaping his lips.
The aftermath of it scares you. You can feel reality set in as he slides his cock out, cum dripping down your leg and onto the tiled floor.
Before you can let your thoughts sink in, heâs grabbing you by the chin, pulling you to face him. He captures your mouth in a kiss, tongue finding its way in your mouth, passion setting in heavier than anything else. You moan against his mouth, letting him groan, pulling you against him by your waist.
When he pulls away, heâs followed by a string of salivaâ one of the many things connecting the both of you.
âIf you ever need anythinâ,â Bucky says, using his thumb to wipe up the spit on your chin, âJust ask me. Iâll give you everything.â
âCan you-â You stutter, embarrassment flooding you at how exposed you are, âCan you help me clean up, please?â
He smiles at the politeness you still give him even after all of that. Bucky turns you around to face him, before sliding down to his knees on the floor.
âI didnât mean like that!â
âMmm,â He hums, grin plastered on his face, âBut I prefer to do it this way.â
summary: youâve been hooking up with your dadâs best friend for months, but you accidentally ghosted him during finals week. saying heâs desperate is an understatement.
warnings: needy!bucky (he needs a warning), m & f masturbation, face sitting, hand jobs, riding, desperate sex, slight sub/dom dynamic, m in f penetration, dirty talk, absolute filth, hair pulling, slight degrading, praise, creampie, age gap (buckys the age he is in the movies, and reader is in college, maybe in early/mid 20s?)
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Tired. Annoyed. Slightly grossed out by all the old dudes around you.
That was the best way to describe how you felt in that moment. Your dad had brought over some friends and coworkers to celebrate the beginning of summer, he always found an excuse to throw a pool party.
Irritation flooded you as you got up from your beach chair, trying to subtly sneak through to go inside. You grabbed your towel to wrap it around yourself before walking through the door and into your home.
Before you could grab the chips from the kitchen island, a familiar frame stopped you. He stood tall on the other side of the kitchen island, a cup of rum in hand, âHey, Bucky.â
Saying there was tension between the two of you was an understatement. His eyes were dark on you, a certain desperation lingering behind them, and you knew exactly why.
The two of you had been hooking up for months now, it just⌠Happened. But you hadnât seen, called, or texted him in over 2 weeks because of college exams, and that was the longest the two of you had ever not spoken. Even when you went out of town, you two texted like preteens entering puberty.
And you had the audacity to sit there in front of him cluelessly.
He had to sit and just give you a small side hug greeting in front of your dad. He had to watch you tan on a beach chair in nothing but a small black bikini.
He was in pain.
âDonât âHey Buckyâ me,â he shook his head, watching you grab the cool ranch doritos on the counter and grab one.
âWhat?â You pretended to not know.
âI sent you likeâ 5 texts and called you a lot.â
âI was studying and taking exams, Buck, I warned you exam week was coming⌠I wasnât even on my phone until today,â you giggled at his grump expression, not being able to hold in your own laughter. It was obvious he wasnât truly mad, more just too stubborn to admit how much he missed you.
âIs it funny?â he scoffed lightly, matching your little giggles as he walked around the kitchen island. He stopped as he stood a foot away from you, and from afar, itâd look like the two of you were just having a normal conversation, âDo you know how hard I am right now? I canât cum without you anymore.â
Your eyes widened at his words, and it was rare for you to get embarrassed or startled at all, âYou canât say things like that so randomly, Buck.â
âWhy? Does it turn you on?â He mocked, walking closer and looking around to make sure no one looked. He slowly let the bulge in his pants touch your thigh as he breathed in relief. He didnât grind, anxious that someone would walk in and see, even though you two were on the side of the island that covered everything below your waist, âTake the towel off.â
âYouâre like a dog in heat, Jesus,â you tried to hold yourself back, wanting to come off as stronger. But when he slowly moved his hips, you swore youâd snap, âOh my god, donât do thatâ People are right thââ
âI donât care,â he moaned a little louder than he shouldâve, groaning in pain as you backed away. He watched the towel slightly open as you stood in front of him, shaking your head in shame. Your chest was revealed only slightly, but the sight was enough to make him feral, âIâm gonna cream my pants, fuck.â
âBucky,â you scoffed, grabbing your towel and taking it off. You threw it as his chest and watched him catch it blindly, too distracted at the visual of your body, âItâs a bikini, donât be so desperate.â
You walked past him and towards the stairs, knowing him well enough to know he was most likely staring at the view that was your ass. You turned around while you took a step on the 4th step, your eyebrows going up, âYou coming or what?â
He sprinted.
Ran.
Sped.
He was a fucking track star.
He nearly fell over running to the stairs and following you, like a loyal puppy. You made sure to make it torturous and walk slowly, but your heart was telling you to sprint. You wanted this just as much as he did, if not more.
But you wanted him needy.
The minute you entered your room, he slammed the door behind you and lunged at you. Your lips intertwined with his as he gripped all parts of you, from your arms, to your chest, to your ass, to your back⌠all of you. But he swore he snapped when you pulled his hair just slightly, making him moan into your mouth.
God, did you miss that sound.
You pushed him on the bed, watching him sit and stare at you with lusted eyes, completely at his mercy for you. In that moment, heâd doâ sayâ be anything for you. He needed you.
Which is why he said what he did next
âI want you to sit on my face.â
Your eyes widened at his confession, unsure of where this energy was coming from. He was always a begger, or even when he was in charge, he just asked. He never demanded or told. But there he stood, feet away from you on a bed, telling you what he needed.
You giggled and stepped closer, standing in front of his sitting body. You ran a hand over his face and took a minute to take him in, it had been too long. His sharp cheekbones, his scruff, the way his eyes were wide with needyâ Beauty was not a good enough word for him, he was so much more than beautiful.
âEarn it,â you kissed his cheek in response, then moved down to his jaw. You kissed and sucked on every part of his neck while you slowly slipped your hand into his swim trunks, grabbing his bulge. His breath shortened as you gripped it tightly, rubbing up and down.
You were slow to grab the waistband of his swim trunks with your other hand and pull it down, but when you did, shock filled your face. You had never seen him so hard⌠It was bigger than usual, almost scary, âI havenât cum in nearly 3 weeks.â
âDo you need me to tell you what masturbation is?â you joked, running your hand on his tip and using his precum to lubricate your hand.
âYou can show me,â he joked back, throwing his head back while you started stroking faster, âI tried so hard to butâ Fuckâ I couldnât c-cause it wasnât warm like you.â
âThatâs so pathetic itâs hot,â you chuckled, hearing his little laugh as well. You continued jerking him off, hoping you could get him to the edge faster, âI fucked myself a lot the past few weeks.â
âSo you had time to jack off but not text me back,â he breathed out, joking with you. The sex with you two was always thatâ Free. No pressure, just you two.
âI guess you wonât want to hear about me cumming to a photo of you then,â you shrugged, stroking him continuously.
His eyes widened as he looked down at you, sweat covering his head, âDid you really?â
âYesâ That photo with your turtle neck⌠I was looking through my photos and found it in my favorites album,â you became focused on stroking, trying to ignore how wet you were, âYou were so hot in itâ I came twice just looking at it. Then the next day I came to that video you sent me of you jerking off a while back.â
âJesus, youâre gonna kill me,â he moaned, which was motivation for you to slip your hand into your bikini bottoms, and subtly rub yourself while jacking him off. But when he looked down, the world was over for him, âOh my god, youâre touching yourself.â
âItâs like thereâs something wrong with me, Buck,â you moaned, removing your hand and shoving it into his mouth. He sucked all the juices of shamelessly, keeping your fingers in his mouth while he tasted you, âIâm always so wet. I cum, but it isnât enough⌠I need you to fill me up, itâs the only thing that works.â
âUse me, take what you wantâ Fuckâ I donât care, justâ Sit on my face or fuck me, please, just do whatever,â he moaned even though your hand was no longer touching him. Your words were enough to send him screaming.
âGod, you are desperate,â you stared, straddling him and sitting on his bare dick. Your rubbed your clothed crotch on his exposed one, watching his mouth open, âYouâre happy with whatever I give you, itâs sad. I could slap you and youâd probably thank me.â
He stayed quiet and grabbed your hips to encourage you to move more. There was something different about this time⌠You were in control. You had been very few times, but never so confidently, and it was driving him insane, âI could hump you for hours and youâd be okay with it, huh? You donât even know what you want.â
âI want you to sit on my face,â he rebelled, ensuring you knew he knew exactly what he wanted.
You scoffed and put your hands on his shoulders. You dug your claws into them before moving them down and scratching hardly, watching red lines form as he moaned. You pressed your hands against his abs and pushed him down onto the bed to lay down.
He stared at you, no longer willing to make jokes. He watched you take your bikini bottoms off before shimming up and onto his abs. You stopped there and straddled his torso, humping his abs slowly, âIâll let you taste me when I think you deserve it.â
âWhat did you drink?â He asked, swearing he could cum just watching you grind yourself on his abs, âDrink it more often cause youâre so fucking hot right now.â
âShut up, Iâm busy,â you moaned, grinding yourself on his abs and watching his eyebrows furrow, âI humped the pillow youâre laying on dozens of times while thinking of your cock filling me upâ I even fucked myself with a dildo on it. Fuck, nothing makes me cum like you, it pisses me off.â
He moaned at the mere thought of it all, unsure if he could hold back any longer, âYou can sit on my face on it too.â
You removed your body from his and moved up more, stopping as your crotch stood right over his face. He stared at your wetness, like a feral dog in training waiting for a treat⌠Waiting to get animalistic.
You decided to tease him a bit and put a finger inside of yourself, fingering yourself from only an inch above his eyes, âI bet those fingers donât fill you like I do.â
âIâll cum in front of your face and you can see how they get the job done, too,â you joked, moaning as you watched his hand go down to his own dick, jerking himself off.
âI can play this game too,â he moaned, stroking himself, âI could cum so fast just watching you⌠Fuck.â
Jealousy overwhelmed you as you removed your hand and sat down, holding back a bit of weight to let him breathe. He removed his hand from his own dick to push you off, making your eyebrows furrow in concern.
âDonât do that stupid thing you do,â aggression leaked through his pores, âSit on meâ Like just⌠Put yourself on me. I want you to just stuff my mouth, not that stupid pussy shit where you pretend to be one pound. I donât care about air, just sit.â
You chuckled before doing as he asked, sitting with all your weight. You groaned as he moaned right into your pussy, sending your back arching immediately. He moved his tongue so quickly you bent forward, gripping his hair and pulling it slightly. It was all overwhelming as you tested the waters, grinding yourself on his face and waiting to see if heâd ever ask for air.
But he didnât.
Should you be concerned?
You lifted yourself up for a moment, watching him take a breath before shoving yourself on his face again, nearly coming at the sight of him being at your control. You grinded faster, using his face like a toy, âI canât believe you want me to hump your face like a pillowâ Youâre soâ Oh fuck.â
You couldnât finish your sentence as you felt a knot in your stomach, a feeling which made you do the hardest thing youâd done in your entire life.
You lifted yourself up and got off of him.
He looked just as disappointed as his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, âI want to cum when youâre inside me.â
The disappointment faded into desire as he watched you straddle him again, this time putting your bare pussy on his dick, rubbing up and down, but not high enough to his tip, âYouâre so wet.â
You kept grinding on the side of his cock, waiting for him to do something to earn him getting what youâve both been waiting for, âPlease let me fuck youâ Iâll do anything, fuckâ Please. This is so good, but I need to just be inside you, Iâll make you feel good, I promise.â
You took his begging as the final sign, taking it upon yourself to sit on his tip and slowly push down. You took your time, adjusting to what youâd spent too long without. When you were at the base, you moved your hips and circles, ignoring how stiff Bucky was. He was holding back, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white, âBuckyâ Fuck me. Please. I canât take it anymore, it hurts, just fuck me.â
He grabbed your waist and flipped the two of you over so you now stood underneath him, staring at his face. He looked down at himself entering you, knowing with that sight and the feeling of you pulling his hair, he could cum in seconds.
He relentlessly pounded into you, doing what he spent weeks penting up and thinking about doing. He rammed himself into you like a hammer hitting a nail, making your body twitch as you whined loudly. Everyone was outside at the pool, and you had all the freedom to scream.
âYouâre so fucking good for me, taking me like a good girl, look at you,â he gripped your waist tighter and fucked you harder, âYouâve corrupted meâ I canât fuck anyone else, not even myself. God, I wish I could fuck you all the time. In public, in private, in cars, in every room and closet I seeâ Fuck.â
âBucky, Iâm gonna cum,â you yelped, closing your eyes and throwing your head back, âDo it with me.â
âIâm not wearing a condom, not tonight, baby,â he said through grunts.
âIâm on the pill, cum inside me,â you moaned, telling him exactly what he needed to hear. He spent months cumming in a condom, and very occasionally on your stomach after fucking you, âFill me up.â
âOh my god, youâre gonna give me a heart attack,â he groaned loudly, meeting your volume as he pounded faster, âYouâre milking me so goodâ Iâll cum inside you, I promise.â
You both moaned as you pulled him closer, the both of you grabbing each other while you felt the other release. It felt like it lasted minutes, taking longer to cool down as he peeled himself off of you to give you space.
You sat up slowly and looked down at the cum leaking out of you, which you felt curious about. You brought a finger to your entrance and picked up all the white cream around your hole and shoved inside of you. Thrusting a few times to ensure it was deep into you. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of both of your liquids mixing to become one.
You brought the finger to your mouth and licked it clean, looking over at Bucky, whoâs eyes were wide.
Summary // Your deadbeat boyfriend ditches you at a party, and Bucky insists you deserve better. If he has to prove it to you, he will.
Word Count // 3,754
Warnings // SMUT. Almost plotless, filthy smut. Cheating, oral sex (m!receiving), hint of jealousy, possessive sex, unprotected (consensual) sex, rough sex, overstimulation, spanking, little bit of cum play, daddy kink, size kink, name calling, the insinuation that Bucky is in the mafia, swearing... you get the idea I think. Don't read it if you're uncomfortable with these things.
The incessant chatter of the party filled your head like a symphony of extroverts, prompting you to retreat to the restroom within the first half hour.
You wanted to wash your face, but you were wearing makeup, so you settled for washing your hands thoroughly and fixing your hair.
Your boyfriend had disappeared into the tides of people as soon as you arrived âundoubtedly to get blackout drunk and make out with a random girlâ so you were left awkwardly standing around, sipping your drink out of politeness but wishing desperately to find one, just one sober person to converse with.
You sighed, swinging open the bathroom door and immediately crashing into someoneâs chest, sending you stumbling backwards.
Stammering out an apology, you took the hand of your victim as they helped you up, and came face to face with a very handsome, seemingly sober man. Great, some company.
"Sorry, I didn't see you." You apologized awkwardly, noticing his rough hand linger just little too long over yours.
He nodded. "No worries."
There was a moment of awkward silence. He looked away, eyes scanning the crowd of people as if looking for something. You took the time to study him, eyes darting from his sharp, rugged jawline to his steel blue eyes. He was wearing black dress pants you noticed, --just a little too formal for a place like this-- as well as a dress shirt and tie. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscular arms. Well- one arm. You stared curiously at his left arm, apparently a prosthetic. It reflected the dim, multicolored lights of the party, and flexed just like a real human arm as he turned and extended a hand.
"I'm forgetting my manners," He said as you shook his hand. "I'm Bucky Barnes."
You nodded, observing his eyes hover just above the bow of your lips. "Y/n. Nice to meet you. Who do you know here?" You inquired with a tilt of your head.
The corners of his lips twitched up in a strange smile. "Ah, I'm more looking for someone, really. And you?"
Your brow furrowed slightly at his strange answer, but decided not to press any further. "Oh, um..." You turned to look through the crowd, trying to pick out your boyfriend. "I'm here with-"
Your heart dropped into your stomach as your gaze locked onto the scene of your boyfriend, jeans unzipped, in the back of the room with a girl you didn't know pressed up against the wall under him. His arms were wrapped firmly around her waist as he kissed her roughly, one hand dipping under the waistband of her skirt.
"My... boyfriend..." You whispered, your finger still lingering in the air from where you'd pointed him out.
Bucky's expression was unreadable, his eyes dark as he stared down at you. You said nothing, internally crumbling from embarrassment.
"Does he always do this?" Bucky asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
"What?"
"Run off like that- touch other girls?" He said, his tone taking on a menacing inflection.
"Um..." You looked at your feet, hands fidgeting with the hem on the stupid tight dress your boyfriend had insisted you wear, as if he was going to be looking at you for more than ten seconds. "Yeah." You sighed finally.
Bucky took a step closer, making you tense up. He brought a hand to your cheek, turning your chin up to look at him gently. His eyes were burning with a strange, dangerous fire, his stubbled jaw clenching. "You deserve so much better than him sweetheart." He said darkly, staring openly at your mouth.
You felt blood rush to your cheeks, becoming acutely aware of just how much he towered over you. "It's really ok, we aren't that serious anyway." You said, waving your hands in dismissal and questioning why you were defending your ass of a boyfriend.
Bucky tilted his head, his eyes still gleaming dangerously. "No man should treat his girlfriend like that. What's a pretty thing like you doing with a dick like him?"
You two were very, very close now. Close enough for you to smell the mint of his breath and feel it hitting your face. "I don't- I don't know..." You trailed off, feeling things you knew you shouldn't be feeling. You were hypnotized, lost to the maze in the gray of his eyes, and as much as you wanted to fight it- you were enjoying it.
Bucky paused, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he stared a hole in you.
"You deserve better, doll. You deserve to know how it feels for a man to give everything for you. To you."
You looked down in shame, but he tilted your chin back up with a metal finger.
"Can I ask you something?" He said, his face dangerously close to your own.
You didn't know why, but you didn't feel threatened. You knew that might be a mistake- that in most cases it was, but something about the way he looked at you made your head buzz, and you wanted more.
"Yes?" You said, almost in a whisper.
"Do you want to know how it feels?" He asked, his breath heavy and eyes dark. "For a man to worship you?"
Your eyes widened, your heart beating like a drum in your throat. You felt so light headed that you wondered if you'd had too much to drink- then you remembered you'd only had a few sips. Whatever this feeling was, you felt it sober.
"What do you mean?" You breathed, eyes fixed on the way his Adams apple moved when he swallowed.
"I can give you everything he never will. If you'll have me."
The room was spinning. The only thing standing still was you, and him. You breathing was fast and fluttering, your stomach filled with butterflies like a schoolgirl seeing her crush. You cursed yourself; everything you felt was wrong. Your boyfriend was fine, this was cheating. He treated you fine, he just... had needs. You couldn't expect him to be satisfied with just you, with eating your pussy.
Then you stole a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye, his hands wandering another girls body, gripping her ass, pushing himself onto her drunkenly. You decided then and there that you'd had enough.
You looked up at Bucky, who was patiently awaiting an answer. "Yes. Ok." You breathed, bottom lip trembling slightly.
His red lips formed a gentle smile as he extended his hand to you. You took it, glancing over your shoulder at your soon-to-be ex boyfriend before Bucky whisked you away.
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The drive to Bucky's apartment was quiet, but not unpleasant. Quiet 30's jazz played on the radio as he pulled into the narrow gravel driveway. You marveled at how he could afford a place like this in New York; everyone you knew rented.
"No offense, but how on earth did you manage to buy this place?" You asked as the car stopped.
Bucky chuckled. "Um, we have a family business."
You nodded, though that didn't fully explain it. Bucky got out of the car, walking around to your side to help you out. You made the mental observation that your boyfriend never opened the door for you. You followed him inside, holding his hand as if he wasn't a man you'd just met. You wondered to yourself if this was normal for hookups- or whatever you'd call this.
Just minutes later he was tossing you onto his bed like you weighed nothing, your heart hammering in its cage as you watched him loosen his tie with a prosthetic finger, stalking towards you in a way that made your mouth dry. He climbed into bed, crawling towards you as you swallowed a lump in your throat.
You leaned in to kiss him, not knowing what else to do. His soft lips met yours, a hand cupping you cheek as he gently kissed you back. It was evident he was trying not to overwhelm you.
"Mm." He hummed, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. "Your lips taste wonderful bella, but I have a goal to taste all of you tonight."
Your thighs clenched at his velvet words, and he definitely noticed, shifting down as his hands squeezed the soft flesh of your legs. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh and you bit back a moan. He slowly pulled your dress up and over your head, his kisses getting closer and closer to your growing arousal.
"Does your boyfriend" he almost spat the word out like something foul-tasting, "taste her?" He asked, nodding at your already dripping, clothed cunt.
You shook your head, heat radiating from your whole body. "No." You murmured in response. You were already absently undoing the buttons to his shirt, revealing his deliciously muscular torso.
Bucky looked disgusted at your response. "Oh, I'm going to ruin you with my tongue, baby." He rumbled, positioning you under him as he pulled your knees apart with firm hands, shifting down so that his head was between your thighs. "I'm going to give you what I know you deserve."
You were quivering, but you couldn't control it. You had never been treated like this- talked to like this. By anyone. It had you dripping and oozing before you'd even been touched.
Bucky hooked a finger into the waistband of your panties, pausing to look up at you for permission before he went any further. You nodded vigorously, one hand wandering down to his tousled dark hair.
He tugged your underwear down, taking in your already shining pussy and licking his lips. "Jesus babydoll, all this already?" He purred, leaning down to lick the inside of your thigh, cleaning up some of your slick with his tongue.
You moaned loudly, your grip tightening on his hair. You were embarrassed- you knew you shouldn't be this horny already. You couldn't help it though, it felt so good, so natural.
His tongue lazily trailed up to your folds, his hot sticky breath making you gasp. Your thighs were held firmly apart in his massive hands as he began to suck on your aching clit, moaning at just the taste of you. You moaned again and again, hips rolling forward against his head with every lick and swirl of his tongue.
He stopped briefly, licking your arousal off of his lips as he looked up at you, eyes dark with longing. "Who's all this for, sweetness? This for that boyfriend of yours?" He asked, slapping the side of your thigh.
You whimpered at his touch, still humping the air where his warm tongue used to be. "N-no, it's all for you."
Bucky grinned, licking his lips as you swore you watched the devil creep into him, his smile wolfish as he bent back down to eat you out.
"That's what I fucking thought. Moaning and dripping for me already- honey we're just getting started." He growled as his tongue slipped into your seeping pussy, lapping at curling as you let out a gasp of pleasure.
He rubbed your clit with one hand as he fucked you with his silver tongue. You could feel your abdomen twisting and churning as you moaned and panted, palming his hair as you got closer and closer to your climax. You thought you had died and gone to heaven; you had never felt this ethereal, sticky bliss in your life.
"You taste just as sweet as I thought you would, baby." Bucky moaned into your folds as he sucked and lapped. "Got me drunk off of your pussy."
Your moans grew lighter as you suddenly felt yourself releasing, your core cramping and spasming as your cunt contracted and you gushed all over his tongue. Bolts of electricity shot through your body, making you dizzy as your vision grew cloudy and you heard yourself moaning Bucky's name over and over.
"Shh, that's my sweet girl, came so fucking good for me doll." You heard Bucky soothing as you came down from your high, his hands fondling your exposed breasts as he kissed you.
"I- I..." You panted, swallowing hard as you tried to catch your breath.
"What is it bella?" He murmured, trailing kisses down your neck.
"I want you, please..." You whimpered, your thighs still clenching.
He locked eyes with you, his own glinting with a devilish light. "What do you want me to do, sweet thing?"
Your desperation was making his cock twitch in his pants, but this wasn't about him. This was about showing you what it was like to be pleasured out of your mind, to have someone worship your body. Still, he knew what he was craving, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold off.
You reached down and palmed at his clothed dick, feeling his cock harden even more from your touch. He groaned, his grip on you growing tighter.
"I want you, please Bucky, I want your cock." You pleaded, feeling him and growing wetter all over again.
Your words made his cock twitch, and he suddenly grabbed your hands, pinning them over your head so that you were helplessly trapped underneath him. He leaned in, his lips less than an inch from yours.
"Fucking beg for it." He snarled, his voice oozing with lust.
You felt your clit quivering again as you leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away as he waited for your response. It was clear you'd have to work this time.
"Please Bucky, I'm so fucking wet for you, I need you to fill me up. Haven't had anyone fill me before baby, I just want you, please..." You begged, hands wandering his bare chest and down to the buttons of his pants, picking at them desperately.
"Jesus doll, you really are a cock-hungry little whore aren't you?" He rumbled, his cock throbbing and leaking in his pants now. He wanted to let you take it out, suck on it, claim it as yours... but he was too far into the game now, and the power he craved had rushed straight to his head.
"I am, I am baby. Please Bucky..." You whined as he pushed your hands away from his fly.
"Oh you'll get it baby, you're going to take all of me up your tight little cunt in just a minute. But you've been bad, and I need to punish you first." He growled, his hands grabbing you roughly by the waist and flipping you over, your bare ass exposed to him.
You yelped and whimpered suddenly as you felt his massive hand smack the flesh of your ass, the sting turning you on in a way you didn't know was possible.
"Oh, fuck baby!" You yelped again as his hand met your ass. He hit you again, and again, all the while pressing his clothed, throbbing cock into your ass and groaning with longing.
"You've been a bad little slut," He grunted as he spanked you again, tears forming in your eyes. "Letting little boys with tiny dicks fuck that sweet pussy of yours, letting them use you."
You yelled in pain and fisted the sheets as his hand smacked your ass harder than before, realizing that the cold feeling was from his metal arm. He was really trying to punish you.
"You're mine now, understand?! Every single fucking part of you!" He snarled.
You nodded, crying. "I-I am." You whined.
The devil was in him now; his head buzzing and reeling with animalistic urges. He wanted to fucking own you, to marry you and please you and spoil you the way the knew was best for you. This was no one night stand: it had morphed into something else, something deep and primal and personal.
"Then fucking say it, you little slut. Tell me who owns you." He growled into your ear, groaning as his member pressed against your ass.
"You do Bucky! I'm yours!" You moaned, arching your back as you felt him press himself into you.
"Good girl. Now you're gonna take me just like I tell you to, right?" He asked, his tone oozing sweetness again but with the same air of possessiveness. You heard the clink of his belt and the sound of his pants unzipping, and your thighs clenched with anticipation.
"Y-yes, yes daddy." You whined, the name slipping off of your tongue before you realized what you were saying.
There was a pause, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you wondered if you had gone too far. Then you felt a hand on your ass and hot breath on your neck as Bucky leaned down to growl in your ear.
"Do you call him that?"
"N-no, I'm sorry I-" You stammered before he cut you off.
"Good, I'm your daddy from now on. Say it again babydoll, before you take my cock like the sweet thing you are." He rumbled, taking his rigid, veiny cock out and pumping it as precum drooled from the pulsing tip.
You trembled underneath him, your ass perked up and ready for him. "I'm yours, I'm yours daddy, fuck me Bucky please!"
You screamed as Bucky thrust himself into you at once, his massive length sliding into your pussy from behind, his balls falling heavy against your ass. He groaned loudly, eyes rolling back in his head as he went balls deep in you.
"Fuck! Jesus fucking Christ!" He grunted, his hips snapping against your ass as he thrust into you, humping your ass wildly. "God baby, you're so fucking deep and wet... ohhh..." He moaned, head falling forward as he panted.
He couldn't keep upright for long as you rutted back into him, moaning profusely as you felt his tip hit the perfect spot inside you. He bent over, arms sliding down to hold your hands in his as he pressed himself completely into you from behind.
"Buckyy... Ohh, h-how are you so big? Fuck." You moaned, fucked completely crosseyed. You relished the sloppy wet sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of you, and the sound of his balls smacking your ass. He was touching places you'd never felt touched, the curve of his huge cock rubbing and stimulating all the right spots inside you.
"That's fucking right babygirl, I want you to break on this cock. Oh, you're so fucking desperate, it makes me so fucking hard, God..."
Bucky was moaning as loud as you now, completely drunk with power and overstimulated already. He was a flirt sure, but he never brought girls home. Never once had someone taken his cock this well, brought him this close this fast. When this was over, he was going to spoil the fuck out of you, worship your every breath. You were his entire world in that moment.
"B-Bucky, I'm..." You moaned loudly, his tip leaking precum all over your sensitive spot. "I'm so sensitive, I don't know if I can cum again, please..."
Bucky grunted like an animal, his arms wrapped completely around you now as he rutted and humped you desperately. "Ohh... I don't think so sweetheart, I think you've got one more in you. Cum one more time for daddy, baby, please. You're being so so good for me. My obedient little cockslut."
Your vision was going dim, your head reeling with overstimulation as you squirmed under him. You had never felt this full in your life. You wanted to stay like this forever, with his fat cock buried deep inside you.
"Oh baby, I'm s-such a slut... I can't... Ah! Ahh!" You panted suddenly as he reached under you to rub your clit, adding a whole new layer of overstimulation that sent you spiraling over the edge. Your pussy clenched harder than you'd ever felt it, cumming all over his cock as you went rigid under him, toes curling as your orgasm ripped through you.
"Jesus fuck. Oh you're such a good little slut for me babygirl, love the way you cum on my fat cock. I'm gonna cum soon too from pounding your ass like this. Ohh..." Bucky groaned, his balls thrusting into you shallowly for some relief, already heavy with cum. He had never been overstimulated like this before- if he didn't cum soon, he was going to start fucking every single part of you he could until he got relief from the aching knot in his cock.
Suddenly you slammed backward into his dick, bottoming him out as he yelled with pleasure, backing arching as he felt himself start to release.
"Here if fucking comes, you little whore. This what you wanted? Daddy's cum in your tight little cunt? Oh fuck baby, fuck, fuck!" He groaned loudly, his breathing shallow and ragged as his thrusts stuttered. He exploded inside you, painting your walls with ropes of hot cum as he moaned and moaned.
His weight collapsed on top of you as he rode out his orgasm, drunkenly twisting your hair in his thick fingers as he pressed sloppy kisses to your back and neck.
"That was so good bella, so so good. Never felt that good. Are you ok?" He breathed, pulling out of you and collapsing at your side.
You nodded, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading through you. "It was amazing. Thank you, Bucky." You smiled as his swollen lips kissed your forehead.
"Of course." He cupped your cheek, brushing a his thumb over your skin as he looked into your eyes. "You deserve the world, doll. And you should tell your boyfriend that."
You frowned, laughing a little in disbelief. "Bucky, after tonight, the only thing I'm telling him is goodbye. I want you."
He smiled in surprise, brushing a hand through your hair. "Are you sure?"
You nodded, kissing him softly. "I'm absolutely sure."
He just kissed you and smiled, pulling you closer so that you could lay on his chest. He tugged the blankets over the two of you, and you melted at the warmth and care he was showing you. Any uncertainty you felt at the beginning of the night had dissolved; now all that left was warmth and tenderness and love for the man you'd fallen for in one night.
It was quiet for a while, then Bucky spoke: "Are you spending the night, or should I take you home?" He asked softly, playing with your hair.
You looked up at him, grinning playfully. "Where would you rather have round two?"
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Summary: After a disastrous time with your boyfriend, your neighbor Frank, and your dad's best friend, comes over to help make you feel better.
Warnings: age gap (young 20's + young 40s), unprotected sex, praise kink (if you squint), cockwarming (if you squint), and I didn't proofread.
Word Count: 3963
Inspiration: I'd be lying if I said anything other than I see Frank as a very attentive but soft lover, and I just wanted to sort of exhibit that? I love the idea of him as a dom but also....this? And anyway I was having a shitty day when I started this story and it's just morphed into this. Hope you guys enjoy!
@sweetieswiftie @castlesnchurches @slavic-empress
MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY
...I can make you feel better.
This was a very bad idea.
The idea excited the hell out of you, though. You looked at your reflection in the mirror and smiled, slipping a bare shoulder from beneath your robe as you did. It had been weeks. You and your boyfriend hadnât had any chances for sex. Between sophomore college finals, the stress of you having to move back home, and the fact that his family went on a week and a half vacation? When were you supposed to have sex? So, knowing your family was going to be out of town starting yesterday until end of the week, you decided to invite him over here for a little skinny dipping.
He had responded with a yes in less than four minutes and you were feeling confident. Just yesterday you had gone and gotten yourself a wax, a new manicure and pedicure, a massage, and a fancy avocado scrub facial. After a day of pampering, you were excited to have him over, catch a bit of sun, and hopefully get absolutely wrecked. You thought about dragging your nails down his back as he buried himself in you, clinging to him for want of more, and your thighs instinctively clenched together.
When the doorbell rang, you closed the robe back up and hurriedly made your way downstairs, flinging the door open just in time to see Frank, and immediately you clutched at your robe and gave a startled laugh, âFrank! Hi!â You could feel the heat creeping across your chest beneath the robe, âWhat are you doing here, mâdad isnât home soâŚâ
âI can see he didnât tell you Iâd be coming over to fix a broken pipe in your guest bathroom, sweetheart. If Iâm interrupting somethingâŚI can come back later.â Your breath caught when he called you sweetheart. Which was dumb. Youâre an idiot. Literally he has always called you that.
But then he went and grew out that beard and hair. Besides that, he was always working out in his backyard, which was right below your bedroom window. You knew your dad would die if he knew youâd been checking out his friend. You knew exactly what he looked like.
And that was when Joey pulled up in his old broken-down Camaro. The visitor you were just looking forward to cooled you off immediately. That wasnât promising or indicative of what was to come. He was scrawny looking next to Frank, and when Joey walked up and squeezed past him, kissing you on the forehead before disappearing inside, Frank tsked, âAh, I see. Yeah, I will come back by later, okay? Just uhhh, use protection yeah?â At the horror on your face his tongue licked at his bottom lip, curled in a smile, before he backed away with an âatta girlâ.
You followed his line of sight down to you, where the shape of your tits were perfectly hugged by your robe, nipples peaked and leaving very little to the imagination. A blush immediately warmed your face as you simply slammed the door without saying another word. You could hear Frank laugh outside, the sound slowly fading.
Was heâŚflirting?
Shaking it off you walked straight to the backyard and took your robe off, nearly just falling into the pool, desperate to cool off after that little interaction.
Joey soon found you outside and smiled, âDidnât know you were that eager to get naked, babe.â
Pushing your wet hair back you laughed a bit, âAnd yet youâre still in your clothes.â
Using your arm strength, you tugged Joey into the pool still in his clothes. Shooting up, he splashed you, âThe hell was that for?â
âFigured youâd want to join me,â you teased, biting your bottom lip, before pulling him to you for a kiss. He kissed you back, grumbling like a petulant teenager rather than the twenty-three-year-old he was.
Your hand travelled lower, dipping beneath his shorts, and skimmed over his cock. You deepened the kiss at the same moment. Immediately realizing what you want, he peeled his wet clothes off and threw them with a sodden splat onto the concrete poolside. Then, next thing you knew, Joey had your front pushed against the poolside and was lining himself up. Without any prepping he thrust into you, and you let out a startled yelp before bracing down at the pain of not being ready. And, just like that, with Joey grunting in your ear about how itâd been so long, and you felt so good, he was spilling into you, kissing at the nape of your neck like it was a job well done.
At the same time, you looked up towards Frankâs house in time to see a curtain move. You felt a red-hot shame race through you, knowing that Frank had seen thatâŚseen you.
Pushing yourself out, you left Joey in the pool as you suddenly wanted for a shower, hot and relaxing. Not to mention, you were pissed. What the hell was that? Joey just ignored your needs and decided to take care of himself. You heard him call out, âHey babe where you going?â
The only thing you could think to do was flip him off as you headed inside and slammed the door shut, locking it. You may have been childish in this moment but damn it you were upset and sexually frustrated. You took his keys in your hand and headed upstairs to your room, throwing them out the window on the backyard where he was banging on the door. As he looked at the keys then up to you, all he could say was, âBabe, câmon, are you really mad about what just happened? Take it as a compliment yeah? Yâfelt so fucking good I couldnât hold it in.â
You slammed the window shut and missed him saying a âfucking bitchâ as you climbed into the shower, body shaking from cold and anger. The hot water immediately felt so good on your skin.
Meanwhile, outside, Frank opened up the gate that was shared between your backyards and looked at Joey hopping on one foot as he tried to pull on his wet jeans. He laughed a little, âWomen, right? Canât live with them, canât get off without them.â Finally managing to get his pants on he muttered again at realizing his phone was soaked, âfucking bitchâ.
Frank already wasnât laughing but that? That sent him over the edge.
He let out a dry chuckle, âYeah, yeah, fucking bitch, right? Heh,â Frank huffed and looked around before his eyes fell back on Joey, âwouldnât you know it? Looking right at one.â
Next thing Joey knew, Frankâs fist landed on his face. Joey spit some blood out from the busted lip and hurriedly grabbed his phone and keys before dizzily hopping the fence. Frank chuckled at the sound of him landing not too gracefully before the sound of a car door closing came and his shitty Camaro peeled out. Frank took his phone out and sent you a text. Everything okay sweetheart?
By the time your shower was done you stepped out and grabbed your towel, wrapping it around you before checking your phone. You had two texts. One from Joey. One from Frank. Joeyâs was classy. Fucking bitch. Stupid cunt wasnât worth it anyway. Frankâs was definitely better to open after deleting Joeyâs. Everything okay sweetheart?
Walking into your room and throwing your towel on your bed, you pulled on a pair of lace sleep shorts and a baggy black long sleeve shirt, your college name on the back of it in school colors before texting Frank back. Yeah. Sorry for any noise. Just had to get rid of some trash.
Heading back downstairs you started pulling out food to cook dinner when your phone lit back up. Checking, you saw it was Frank. Now a bad time to come by and take care of that? You had forgotten he wanted to come in earlier to fix something in the guest bathroom. Looking at the food you had to make sure you had enough in case he was hungry, you smiled, texting back. Yeah sure, come on over.
Only moments later you were answering the door for him. When you turned around and he followed you inside, his eyes were following your legs up until they disappeared beneath the baggy long sleeved shirt you wore. He couldnât quite get out of his mind what he saw earlier though. The way you looked getting out of the pool with not a damn thing on, the confidence you walked with that was rightly earned, the curve of your hips and the way your tits fell so perfectly. It was fucking criminal, he thought, that you were wasting your time on that piece of shit he punched in the face earlier.
You turned around, only to realize he was gone. With a slight smile, you went over to the guest bathroom to find him underneath the sink already. Clearing your throat, you spoke up a bit, âSo, whatâs wrong with our sink exactly?â
âHell if I know, but your dad asked me to take a look. Said he had to shut the water off because it was leaking. Speaking of, wanna turn it on for me so I can see whatâs going on down here?â You step over him, careful not to catch your foot on him, before turning on the water. Immediately you hear a string of profanities and Frank just, âShut the damn water off.â
You fumbled with the valve before shutting it back off. As Frank resurfaced, you bit back a laugh, opting to hide behind your hand. Frank looked up at you, dripping with water, âYeah, yeah, laugh it up sweetheart. Have your fun. Christ. The whole pipe needs to be replaced. Ainât getting to that till tomorrow for sure.â
Frank stood up and took the towel you offered him from the rack. You averted your eyes as he pulled the wet shirt over his head, continuing to dry off. Going to the door you mumbled something about going find a spare shirt for him. Which was stupid. Because he lived literally next door. You missed the way Frank huffed and a sly smile crept onto his face. And, by the time you came back down with a plain white t-shirt from the laundry, not sure if it was your dadâs or your brotherâs, he was dried off. He mumbled a thanks as he pulled it over his head and followed you to the kitchen.
Clearing his throat, he spoke up, âSo, obviously donât use that bathroom for a bit, yeah?â
âYou wanna stay for dinner?â
Frank was about to say good night, but instead his brow lifted as he looked at you, âYeahâŚyeah, alright. Need any help sweetheart, or no?â
Accepting his help, the two of you assembled dinner in a nice quiet peace. He asked you some standard run of the mill questions. Howâd you finish this year in school. When you said all Aâs he gave you a little atta girl. Asked if you had any plans for the summer. When you told him you had a trip planned to visit Mexico, you saw his muscles tense up a bit, and he cleared his throat, âYouâre going with people, right?â
âIâm going with a girlfriend of mine. Her dad owns property down there, so we are going to be staying there. Itâs a whole villa, apparently. Iâm sure weâll be fine.â
As both of you finished your food, Frank stood up and cleared your plate for you. As you watched him wash dishes in the sink, setting them out to dry, you blurted out without thinking, âWere you looking in our backyard earlier Frank?â
You watched as he immediately stilled before resuming and simply stating, âYes.â
You felt the heat of your blush run across your skin again. Hell, for some reason, your mouth was even running a bit dry. You could feel your heart beating as you managed to squeak out, âWhy?â
Frank finished up and turned the water off, turning to face you, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, âDoes it bother you?â
The way he was looking at youâŚthere was something almost primal about it. Your breathing grew a bit uneven as you shook your head, unable to say the simple word no. That breath caught in your throat as he walked over towards you. His hand tilted your chin up to look at him, âIt bothers me that the little idiot you were with couldnât even take care of you. Does that bother you?â
You were working your bottom lip. Why was speaking escaping you? You nod your head. Yes, it bothered you immensely. With his thumb, he gently freed your bottom lip and ran the pad of his thumb over it, soothing the pain you were just inflicting. Frank smiled a little, âDoes this bother you, sweetheart?â
Nothing about what he was doing was bothering you. And that was when finally, you found your voice, âNo, Frank. This doesnât bother me.â
It came out a lot raspier than normal, causing Frank to chuckle.
âIf you want, sweetheart, I can make you feel good. You want that?â Frankâs words were like oxygen. Suddenly you needed them, desperately. He was so close. You never realized how good he smelled. Or just how soft those dark brown eyes could be. As you nodded your head yes, he closed the little bit of distance, and his lips were on yours.
You found yourself moaning into the kiss. Like a fucking needy idiot. You tried to push the thoughts out of your head and focus on the way this felt. His hands had found where they wanted to be as his tongue slipped into your mouth. One of his hands slipped into your shorts, kneading the flesh of your ass. The other went beneath your shirt and wrapped around your waist. Suddenly it clicked, and you were in the moment. You managed to elicit a moan from him as well as your hand slipped down and palmed his cock over his pants, and your pussy clenched when you felt the size of him.
Frank lifted you just enough to set you on the edge of the dining table and he took a moment to lift your shirt over your head. He mumbled something that sounded like âthat guy is a fucking idiotâ before his mouth trailed down your throat and closed over one of your nipples. As his tongue licked that one, his hand palmed the other before rolling the nipple between two fingers. You didnât even care at this point. Just this felt so good. You let out another moan.
Thatâs when Frank simply said, âLay back for me sweetheart.â
As you did his thumbs hooked around your shorts and helped you out of them. It was once you were there, exposed, that you felt self-conscious. You pulled your legs together and up to your chest, keeping them crossed. Looking down at you, Frank huffed, âHey sweetheart, whereâd you go?â
âIâve uhâŚbeen told that I could make some improvements.â
Frank found himself wishing he could punch Joey again, but all he did was say the truth, âBullshit. I saw you. Fucking beautiful. Iâd like to see you better sweetheart, but only if youâre comfortable, yeah?â
You looked at Frank and could see, he meant every word he said. Slowly you relaxed and opened your legs and he found himself there between them, leaning over to kiss you before mumbling, âFucking perfect. Thatâs what you are.â
At his praise, you kiss him back. His hand stroked your jaw and the line of your neck, and you couldnât help yourself, you moaned into his mouth, Frankâs kiss swallowing the sound. You lifted your lips up to try and feel something, anything, and you gasp when you feel his cock against your folds, slick with want. You whimper into his mouth, âmâFrank, pleaseâŚI wanna feel sâgood.â
Frank began kissing a leisurely trail down your stomach, occasionally scraping his teeth, or licking those extra sensitive spots, before he was exactly where you werenât expecting him. His hands were large and warm against your thighs as he pressed them down. Frankâs breath fell hot against your skin, and you felt your back instinctively arch as he licked along the length of your folds. As his tongue dipped into you and he gave a moan of appreciation at the taste, you tried to move your hips closer to him. He chuckled as one of his fingers came up to run along the arousal, âSomething I can help you with sweetheart?â
As you went to answer, his middle finger sank into you, causing your answer to die in your throat and turn into a moan as he crooked it to hit that delicious spot. Frankâs voice cut through your haze, âAtta girl sweetheart, looking so good spread out on this table. Looking good enough to eat.â
His words barely registered when suddenly you felt his mouth on you, the feeling of his tongue over your clit combined with the way his finger stroked you was enough to make you cry out. There wasnât anything distinct about it. It was incoherent. It had been so long since you had felt this. Hell, you never felt this. And you wanted to let him know it. As he slowly slipped in a second finger you managed to barely get the words out, âF-fra-nkâŚI, Iâve n-never cum b-before.â
Your words of realization only made him work harder until you were an absolute mess, body slicked with the sheen of sweat, your hands instinctively finding his hair. Your knuckles were white with how hard you were clinging to his scalp and it had him moaning into your folds, the feel of your hips reaching up to him for more so greedily going straight to his cock. You could feel the pleasure building in your core. This was a new and unfamiliar feeling. And suddenly, as Frankâs mouth and hands stayed busy working your pussy you felt your orgasm hit you and you cried out for him, holding him there as you came hard and fast, all over his face.
Only after the sensations washed over you and you cooled off did you realize you were still holding Frank to you. Your fingers reluctantly let him go and you whispered hoarsely, âMâsorry Frank, I- I never- I made such a mess.â
Your cheeks were red and flushed and you felt your tears pricking at your eyes from embarrassment as you saw his face, glistening and coated in you. You looked away and he used his thumb to turn your face back to looking at him, using the fingers of his other hand to wipe at his face, licking them clean. Then his voice was gruff as he slipping that thumb holding your chin into your mouth, âDonât you ever apologize for that sweetheart. You understand me?â
His thumb kept you from answering so you nodded your head yes and moaned as you sucked at him. Thatâs when he added, âWe can end it here, sweetheart, if you want. Or we can go one step further.â
He pulled his thumb from your mouth as you felt the head of his cock running through the folds of your pussy, dripping wet from him, aching for more of him. You nearly whimpered, âMâplease, let me feel you. Mâneed to feel you inside of me. Please.â
The size of him was so unexpected. You gasped as you felt him stretching you, burying himself deep inside of you. As he did, he moaned, âLook at you taking me sweetheart. Feeling so nice and tight for me. You look so damn pretty with your pussy full of Frank.â
You didnât care as he took his phone out of his back pocket and pulled up the camera, taking a picture of it. No, instead your pussy clenched around him, growing wetter at the thought of that in his phone. Frank didnât miss it either. He looked down at you, âYou like the idea of me keeping proof of you in my phone? Like the idea of me stroking my cock to you later?â
Biting your lower lip, you nod your head yes as you answer breathless and desperate for him to move inside you, âY-yes, Frank. I,â a moan escapes from you as he moves slightly, âI love itâ
Frank tucked his phone away into his back pocket and held onto your legs as he leisurely thrusted into you, the sound of it heady and making you even more aroused. His hands ran up your legs and torso until they grabbed hold of your breasts, kneading into the soft flesh. His hands were rough and calloused against your skin. They felt absolutely amazing.
Frank huffed, âYeahâŚlike I said, fucking perfect.â At his words of praise, you felt your pussy clench around him and he let out a moan as he thrusted, âCould stay buried in this pretty pussy forever sweetheart. Would you like that?â
âY-yes, sâmuch Frank,â you huffed out. Your hands found his forearms, nails digging into his skin. This felt so good. Every single time he drove into you felt soâŚexquisite.
Frankâs voice cut through the haze of pleasure once more as he echoed your sentiment, giving you praises through his moans, his thrusts quickening in rhythm, âSo nice and wet for me, and only meâŚthat pretty pussy was made to take meâŚwanna fill you with meâŚruin anyone else for you.â
Every single word of praise only made you cling to him harder. The sight of him, sweat dampening the white t shirt as he continued fucking you, trying so desperately to hold back his own pleasure, combined with his praise made your next orgasm race through you. As your pussy spasmed around his cock you cried out, âP-please FrankâŚcum inside me.â
Your words were barely out before he moaned, his hips moving sporadically, cumming so deep inside of you. Your walls kept clenching, draining him of every drop.
After a few moments of you laying on the table, his cock still inside of you as he stood there, both of you trying to catch your breathâŚyou felt a small laugh escape. Frankâs voice was still breathy as he spoke up, a smile hinting at his face, âWhatâs that for sweetheart?â His thumb was stroking your jaw, eyes warm and looking only at you. This was everything opposite of what you were used to. You feltâŚdifferent.
Taking his hand in yours, you try to hide your blush behind it, âNothing, justâŚnot used to sex feeling like that. LikeâŚIâm the focus. Frank,â your voice drops to barely a whisper, âyou mightâve ruined anyone else.â
You could tell by the look on his face, he heard that last part. He lookedâŚhappy. Frank chuckled, âWell, thatâs good sweetheart. You might have ruined anyone else, too.â
Part of you felt your heart in your throat as he continued looking at you that way, occasionally kissing your lips or jaw or neck, until he finally pulled himself out of you and slowly helped you up. He carried you upstairs and you let out a yelp and a laugh as he playfully smacked your ass.
You laughed again, âFrank Castle, where are you taking me?â
âWanna see you laid out on a proper bed. You can keep me warm yeah?â You felt the blush hit your face at the realization of what he meant, and he let out a low laugh, âIf I know you as well as I think, youâre definitely blushing right now arenât you sweetheart?â
You copied his move and playfully smacked his ass in response.
Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader
Summary || Your parents invite Father James to your home for dinner. Throughout his stay, he just canât seem to keep his hands to himselfâŚ
Word Count || 3817
Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes â NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20âs, Bucky is early/mid 30âs), sexual thoughts and acts, pet names (baby, sweet thing) Father kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, semi-public, inappropriate/forceful touches, hand over mouth, vaginal touches, fingering, teasing, begging, degrading/shaming, praising, orgasm denial, orgasm, mention of bodily fluids.
Authors Note || Weâre only starting to scratch the surface for what this man is gonna do to you ;P
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
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A tradition you and your parents had kept for years was to invite the priest of your small town over for dinner once a week. Even though Father Jacob, who had been a highly respected priest in the community for years, had retired, your parents still wanted to keep the tradition going with the new priest, Father James, who happily accepted the invitation.
On the day of the dinner, you and your mother worked hard from early morning to prepare for the three-course meal you'd have tonight with your special guest. Once the house was clean, and all the food had been prepared, you had 30 minutes to get ready for your guest. You took a shower to freshen yourself up from the day's work, feeling relaxed and content once you were done.
Clad in your cotton white panties and matching bra, you walked to the closet to find something to wear. Scanning through the dresses, you wanted to find a perfect one that showed off some skin but was still respectable. You wanted to look pretty for Father James but also keep your daddy happy by looking presentable.
As you looked through the dresses, you started to slip into one of your daydreams againâŚ
You'd developed such a hard crush on your priestâsinning and dreaming of him every night, wishing to run away with him and live happily ever after, just the two of you. To have him teach you about life and explore with him every desire that had taken over your mind the last couple of days.
There was a knock on your bedroom door, pulling you out of your fantasy world.
âHoney, are you in there?â
âYes, mother.â
âDo you need any help with getting ready?â
âNo, mother, but thank you.â
You shook your head to get your mind back on trackâfind the perfect dress to wear.
Ah, this would be perfect to wear.
It was a beautiful white dress with lovely red flowers scattered on the thin material. It stopped mid-thigh. The shoulder straps were thin, exposing your shoulders and clavicles, while the shoulder puffs lay comfortable and beautifully down your upper arms. The dress gave away just the right amount while still keeping it classy and honourable.
You didn't go too heavy with the makeupâapproximately the same amount as you did for Sunday church when you first met Father James.
Once you were done, you checked the clock on your nightstand; the time read 5.54 PM. Father James would be here any minute now. With one last look in the full-length mirror, you gave yourself a nod of approval of all the elements combined, making you look cute and presentable.
As you went down the stairs, the doorbell rang, chiming throughout the house that there was a guest at the doorâFather James.
âHoney, will you get that?â Your mom called for you.
âYes, mother!â
A tingling sensation overcame you that you would soon, in just a matter of seconds, be in his powerful presence once again. You'd craved to be in his proximity every waking moment since the last time you saw him in the confessional.
You walked to the front door, slight wobbly in your legs, and took a deep breath in and out to compose yourself. A sweet and welcoming smile was plastered on your face as you opened the door.
When you opened it, it was like a bright light of beauty, sex and grace hit you hard, your eyes becoming bewitched by him. There he stood, looking gorgeous as always with that luxurious hair and that beautiful face. That signature smirk of his had you feeling weak in the knees. An inaudible moan escaped as you exhaled. His broad and massive frame towered over you, and all you could think about was climbing him like a tree.
âHello,â he said with a light chuckle. He must have noticed your slight absent state.
You shook your head mentally to try and pull yourself out of the trance.
âOh, h-hello, Father. Welcome, and come on in.â
âThank you.â
He did a slight bow and entered. You moved aside so that he could get through the door, and you closed it after. When you turned around, he was right behind you with a sinister smile on his face.
âOh, wow, you look mighty gorgeous today, young lady, very pretty.â
Your eyes peered up at himâso sweet and innocent as you slightly tilted your head to the side. The back of his finger lightly traced your cheek while his tongue poked out to lick his lips. His beautiful blue eyes displayed the same dark cloud of evil and wickedness in them as the last time you saw them.
That simple touch almost had you faint. You wondered what would happen when he had his full touch on you, forcing his hand on your body.
It felt like an eternity as you stood there in the foyer, fantasising about standing on your tippy-toes, snaking your hand in his soft hair and pulling him down for a kiss while he held your waist in a tight grip and pulled you flush against his big frame, but it had only been a few seconds of your time.
âHello, Father, welcome to our home.â
It was your dad.
Father James quickly retracted his hand from you and put on a respectable smile before he turned around to greet your dad.
âGreetings. Thank you for having me,â they shook hands, âI was just complimenting the outside of your house to your daughter. It's lovely.â
Was that what we were doing?
Your dad put on one of those fake, over-the-top laughs, clearly wanting to make an impression on Father James. It was rather annoying.
âWhy, thank you, Father. Please,â he gestured into the living room, âwe can take a seat in here.â
Your mother stood by the coffee table like a good and honourable housewife. On the table were some lovely appetisers to munch on and some refreshing lemonade to drink while waiting on the main course to be finished in the oven. You found your seat on the sofa. Father James sat on the other end of it, farthest away from you. You wanted to scooch closer so you could sit thigh by thigh.
Your parents sat on different armchairs on the opposite side of the small table.
âYou have a lovely home, maâam.â Father James complimented.
âOh, please, Father, call me by my first name.â
You all engaged in conversation while waiting. It was mostly your dad talkingâasking and quizzing Father James on where he lived previously, what his interests were and how he was settling into our small community. He also spoke about his own interests and hobbies and how it was to work at the police station. You and your mom chimed in every once in a while.
After a few minutes of talking, the oven sounded that the main course was ready to be served.
Everyone takes their seat at the table, your mom and dad on one side, while you are seated next to Father James on the other. The food looked and smelled deliciousâmaking your mouth water. You were so hungry, but it wasn't allowed to eat before a prayer had been said.
âFather James, would you please bless our food?â Your dad asked.
âOf course.â
Father James presented his hand to you so you could hold it. Your heart was thumping against your chest as your hand came in contact with hisâsparks and tingling feelings lined your nerves as you touched skin. Your small hand fit so perfectly in his bigger one. You wanted to stay in his grasp forever.
When everyone had found each other's hand, you all closed your eyes in preparation for the prayer.
âThank You, Lord God, for this food we are about to eat. Thank You for the hands that have prepared it, for those sitting around the table who are here to share itâŚ.â
While Father James was praying, he suddenly released your hand from his. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering why he let go when the praying wasn't over yet. Suddenly, you feel a hand, his colossal hand, taking a grasp on your naked upper thigh. You jolt slightly from the chair at the unexpected surprise, an inaudible gasp emitting from you. Father James never fumbles over his words while all of this is happening under the table, your parents utterly oblivious to what's unfolding.
Any other person would most likely get up in disgust at such an inappropriate touch, but you craved and needed his forceful hands on you. You had wanted more of his delicious touch since that interaction while taking Holy Communion at Sundayâs mass.
He inches higher up, your skin feeling electrified, where he goes over with his palm, and when his thumb swipes the edge of your panties, you quickly shut your legs on his hand and grab the edge of the table with your free hand.
No, he couldn't?
He couldn't be touching you like that.
Not while your parents were right here. That would be taking it too far.
But it didn't seem like he cared where you were because he pried your legs open with his hand and gave you a light tap on the inside of your thigh as a warning not to do that again.
You obliged, not wanting to make a scene in front of your parents.
You bite your bottom lip hard, drawing blood, and shut your eyes even harder when the pad of his thumb finds your pleasure pearl through your now-soaked panties. He circles it in small teasing circles, building momentum with each stroke. You want to touch your body all over while his hand focuses on your most sensitive area. You want to moan and cry in pleasure as he touches you so heavenly, but you have to be dead silent, dead still.
All while this is happening, he never stops praying, almost seeming unbothered by the sinful acts he's performing on you underneath the tableâlike this is something he does daily.
Your toes curl in your shoes as he pleases youâcircling your tingling nub in the most perfect and satisfying way. Youâre so closeâchasing that incredible euphoria that feels like heaven.
You beg of him in your mind, hoping that heâll somehow be able to hear you.
â... we sit here as evidence of Your goodness. Thank You for the gift of today and all who are here to share it with us. In the name of Your Son, Jesus, we pray. Amen.â
â... Amen,â it sounds across from you.
His hand retracts from between your legs, and his sinful touches come to a halt. Your pleasure stopped and denied, and you whine out at the loss of him. You didn't want it to end and without thinking, forgetting where you were for a split second, you cross your legs and start humping to try and find your sweet release.
âHoney!â Your mother calls for you.
With a gasp, you stop and open your eyes to find your parents staring at you with questioning faces. Father James hides a smirk on his face, but you see that slight wickedness in his expressionâthat heâd managed to make you so flustered with pleasure. Your face was horrified that they noticed what you were doing.
âW-wh-what?â
âYou didn't say Amen.â
Oh, thank the heavens!
They luckily hadn't any suspicion.
âI-I'm so sorry. I was just really into the prayer Father James held.â You hated lying, but it was what was needed in this situation.
âThank you, Lord, Amen.â
âIt's ok, sweetheart. It's good that you felt the Lordâs presence.â Your dad said.
More like the Devil.
âAlright, let's eat,â your mom announced.
Throughout the whole dinner, you mostly stayed silent, only speaking when you were spoken to. Your head was slightly bowed in shame and somewhat angry as you ate. Your mouth mostly remained in a thin line.
You felt so resentful towards Father James for leaving you so unsatisfied. He controlled the prayer. He could have kept it going for a few more seconds so you could find your sweet release, but he had chosen cruelty towards you.
âThis was a delicious dinner. Thank you so much for inviting me to your lovely home and company.â
âAh, well, we have the girls to thank for such a blessed meal. They've been at it since this morning,â your dad said proudly.
âWell, thank you, ladies,â he looked at you both, âthis was excellent.â
âThank you, Father James.â Your mom felt so honoured by the compliment.
All you did was smile at him.
âWell, should we proceed to the living room again for dessert? I'll get it fixed right up. Honey, why don't you sit with Father James? Keep him company?â
âO-ok.â
âIâll go and see if I can find that collection I mentioned earlier to you, Father.â
Your mom went to the kitchen to prepare the dessert. Your dad went to your messy garage to try and find whatever it was he needed. While you were tasked to keep Father James company for the time being.
You went to the living room and sat on the sofa. Father James finding his place beside you. Due to the weight of him, the cushion dipped, pulling you slightly down with it. Your naked thigh came in contact with his clothed one, and your shoulders bumped. You were wide-eyed, not sure how to react? If you should politely move away or keep your ground? You decided to listen to your body, screaming at you to stay instead of your conscious.
You were so nervousâpractically shaking at having him sit so close. What were you going to talk about? What were you going to say? Luckily Father James was quick to strike up a conversation, facing you.
âSo, tell me, young lady, what do you like to do around here?â
You were raised to always look at the person you were talking to, but with Father James, it was impossible to look for too longâwith his captivating good looks and enchanting eyes. Every once in a while, you looked down at your twiddling hands to not fall into his devil trance.
âO-o-oh, w-well, I, um⌠There's not much to do in this small town. Most of my friends have gone off to college, a-and the few that remain, we usually just hang out whenever we can.â
âWhy haven't you gone off to college?â
âUm⌠I-I'm not really sure what I want to do yet, so I'm just living at home and helping my mother around the house whenever I can.â
âAnd⌠you and your friends⌠what do you like to do?â
âWe hang out at each other's houses, watching movies or reading books, a-and sometimes just talking about life and God.â
âAnd uhâŚâ Father James turned his head towards the kitchen to see if your mom was still turned with her back to the living room. She was. Father James then placed his colossal hand on your upper thigh like he'd done previousâdigging his nails delicately into your soft skin. You gasped at his touch, closing your eyes as his thumb caressed the flesh of your inner thigh.
â... and⌠is there someone you like in town? A boy, maybe?â His voice dropped an octave as he whispered in your ear. His lips skim the shell of them. The sound of his low and raspy voice has tingling shivers trickle down your spine.
âN-no⌠I-I mean y-yes.â Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fumbled with your words as he inched his way higher up your skin, just like at the dinner table.
âI-I'm interested in so-someone, b-but it's no one m-my age. I-itâs someone much older.â
âIs this the same one you told me about in the confession? The same one you think about when you play with your sweet little pussy at night?â
âY-yes.â
âWho is it? Is it me, sweet girl?â
âP-please, Father, I-I can't say.â
âOh, it's me; I know it is. You're such a little whore for fantasising about a man of God in that way.â
He cups you over your soaked panties, his palm putting pressure on your bundle of nerves. You can't help it when a loud whiny moan escapes you.
âShhh.. sweet thing,â his other palm clasps over your mouth to keep you quiet and to manoeuvre your head so you'd keep looking straight at himâstraight into his possessed eyes, âwe don't want your parents to hear what a dirty little girl you are, now do we?â
You shook your head no. It would be scandalous if they knew what was happening to their sweet and pure daughter.
Your eyes were pleading for more now that your voice had been taken from youâfor him to proceed with his forceful touches on your innocence.
Finally, his hand went into your panties from above. A raspy groan formed in his throat as his fingers came in direct contact with your wetness.
âFuck⌠you don't know how long I've wanted to touch you, sweet thing. How much I've wanted to defile this innocent little cunt of yours. This is just the beginning. I have so many plans for you. For us.â
Your heart was thumping in your chest from fear and excitement as his middle finger teased your entranceâtoying with you. You grabbed his clothed thigh to brace yourselfâdigging your nails into the material.
A muffled scream sounded against his palm as he forced his finger into your warm tightnessâstretching you out.
âSo wet you are for me, dirty girl.â
It was kind of painful to begin withâhis fingers were longer and thicker than yours. Your eyes were becoming glossy with tears each time his finger drove into you. His thumb circling your bundle of nerves managed to ease some of the discomfort. Your cries of pain and pleasure were drowned out by his hand on youâmaking it impossible to ask him to stop or plead for more.
Slowly it became more bearable, more enjoyable, your hole accommodating his digit gradually with each stroke.
His eyes were fixated on you the entire timeâwatching your innocent, sweet eyes react to his sinful and sacrilegious acts. Every once in a while, he would flicker them to the kitchen to ensure your mom was still preoccupied with the dessert.
âDo you think you can take one more?â
A second finger teased your entranceâwanting to penetrate you, to fill up your innocent hole even more.
You shook your head no. A single tear fell down your cheek. You couldn't. It would be too much, too painful.
But he pushed the tip of it in slowly, and you closed your legs hard around his hand, trapping him while shaking your head once again.
âIt's ok, sweet thing. I won't be cruel towards you. Not this time, ok?â He wiped your tear gently. âOpen them up for me again, yeah?â
You nodded in acknowledgement and opened them once more for him to continue his devil work.
âWeâll take it slow for now. Work you up to it.â
He continued driving his single digit in and out of your tight wetness and circling your tingling bundle of nerves with his colossal thumb. Your pleasure started building up, and with a sudden curl to his finger, he made you see stars as youâd never done before. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kept stimulating that delicious spot inside you. You'd fingered yourself multiple times before, but itâd never come as close to this euphoric sensation. Your inexperienced fingers were no match to such expert ones that seemed to know all the ins and outs of a woman.
âThere it is, huh?
Your hand went over his that was working on youânot wanting him to stop the devil work he possessed as he made you feel so insatiable good. Your soft mewls of pleasure were muffled by his hand. You started rocking back and forth on the sofa, chasing your orgasm.
âSuch a desperate and needy girl you are, huh? Are you gonna come for me, sweet little thing?â
You nodded your head furiously; You were so close. As close as you were at the dinner table, only this time you hoped he would give you what you wanted, what you craved and neededârelease.
âDo it. Let go. Let go all over my finger.â
An explosion hit you hard as a delicious out-of-this-world sensation travelled through the nerves lining your whole bodyâmaking you convulse on the spot. You felt like passing out at how hard it hit youâyour eyes fluttering shut while a few tears rolled down your cheek, your toes curling at the intensity. All while this was happening, while you had this extreme reaction, Father James never stopped his finger using and abusing your hole. Never stopped his delicious stimulation on your precious, tingling pearl.
âGood girl. Such a good girl you are for me.â His praises came through gritted teeth. His tone was deep and sinister, like Satan himself.
He stilled inside your panties when he felt youâd had enough. An animalistic groan sounded from him as he graced your temple with his lips, leaving a delicate kiss on your skin. You whined against his palm when his touches disappeared. Your hole contracting in desperate need for more. You closed your legs to try and stop the aching you were feeling.
When he removed his hand from your mouth, you inhaled and exhaled the pure air. You wanted to say something, but your lips were trembling. Your body was still in shock from the intense orgasm.
âMmm⌠speechless now, are we? Was it that good, baby?â
All you could do was nod your head yes. You wanted to thank him, praise him, and give back to him for making you feel like that. But there was no time to recover and show your appreciation because your mom was now coming in with the dessert, and you could hear your dad close the door to the garage.
âI hope you all have some room for dessert?â Your mom asked cheerfully as she walked out of the kitchen.
Father James moved away from you slightly to make things a little less suspicious. You wiped the wetness from your cheeks and fixed your dress. Clearing your throat of any pleasure lace into it and putting on a sweet and innocent smile on your faceâmaking it seem like everything was normal and that Father James definitely hadnât just defiled you in this religious household.
âOh, maybe just a small bite,â Father James said while putting the finger that had just been inserted in your tight hole into his mouth, tasting your slick arousal while giving you a wink, âIâm quite fullâŚ.â
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