Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson
Word Count: 3,448
Summary: Thanks to the unrelenting agony of your heat, your stubborn resistance–and all of your well-crafted defenses–slowly begin to crumble.
Warnings: A/B/O AU. M/F/M dynamic. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Sassy, untrusting, rough around the edges!Reader. A fictional verse that is not kind to omegas. Reference to past physical and sexual abuse (not by Andy or Ari). Unprotected sex with very firm boundaries. Heat sex/knotting. Feels. Smidge of angst (but it’s therapeutic).
A/N: I think we have all been waiting for this… Enjoy 😘
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Two days.
You lasted two whole days of enduring the worst and most painful heat you had ever had–all on your lonesome–before you finally crawled to your bedroom door and unlocked it.
Just that small movement drained the last of your ebbing energy, and you collapsed into the pathetic nest you had fashioned on your floor a few feet away, uncaring that you were naked and as vulnerable as ever.
You had never been so exhausted and miserable in your life, your body rattling with intense waves of pain every few moments, needling along every inch of you in a way that was so unbearable you had already bit your tongue raw to suppress your agonized screams.
As your door tentatively pushed open and Andy and Ari came into view–looking exhausted themselves, and rumpled, too–you couldn’t even muster the stink eye they deserved because this was all their fault.
If you were still at the breeder’s you’d still be on suppressants.
If you weren’t theirs now, in close proximity to them always, and constantly exposed to the low key courting that was going on on a daily basis, this never would have happened.
Because both your body and your inner omega knew that you were in the presence of what you, an omega, needed most, what you existed for–the knots of your alphas to claim you–and right now–take away your pain.
You had tried everything to get through this yourself, to bear the unimaginable pain, to distract yourself from the tempting, looming presence of your alphas just outside your room.
You had sat in your bath tub and let cold water pour down on you for hours.
Then you had tried hot water to see if that helped any better–it didn’t.
You had even resorted to touching yourself despite knowing Andy and Ari were just a few feet away and would be able to hear and scent what you were doing, but you hadn’t been able to make yourself orgasm, and all of your attempts to pleasure yourself just fell flat.
No matter what you did, your mind kept straying—fixating—on the presence of Andy and Ari just outside of your room, one sitting on either side of your door, as close as you would let them be for now.
Every so often, you would get a whiff of their scents, and for just a second, the agony would recede before it came roaring back ten times over.
Like now, as Andy and Ari hesitantly inched closer. Their scents rushed into your room and hung heavy in the air as you whimpered in sheer torture, your stomach clenching as a stabbing pain pulsed through you.
Panting through it, you curled up in your pile of sweat-soaked blankets that wasn’t really a nest because you had never made one of those before–you had never been allowed to.
“Let us help you up, honey,” Andy murmured as he and Ari crouched on either side of you, but you scrambled away from them.
“No!” you hissed, pressing against the side of your bed as you glared at them. “Don’t touch me.”
Retreating a few steps to give you space, Andy and Ari shared a furrow-browed look before returning their concerned gazes to you.
“Not sure how this will work otherwise, sweetheart,” Ari told you, his smile tentatively playful.
“I’m in charge,” you panted, whining and clutching your stomach as another wave of pain seared through you. You used your bed to help you stand as you told them, “I don’t want either of you touching me more than needed for the actual fucking, because this is all this is.”
“Okay, honey,” Andy held up his hands in mock surrender, his eyes somber and unwavering. “You’re in charge. We’ll follow your lead. Whatever you need.”
Turning, you leaned against the bed for a moment to catch your breath. When you glanced back at them, you realized that both alphas were staring at your back–at the web of raised scars along your flesh from the breeder.
Even though your body was ragged and tired beyond belief, you managed to straighten your spine, your chin tilting in defiance as you met both their gazes without shying away.
“See something you don’t like?” you snapped. “You knew what you signed up for: damaged goods.”
“No, omega, you’re beautiful,” Ari said earnestly at the same time Andy rumbled, “I’m sorry that happened to you, honey. You deserved so much better.”
Your eyes smarted and you turned away in a huff before crawling onto the bed and kneeling just off center. You watched both men for a beat, contemplating, struggling to decide what came next since you were the one running the show.
Then your inner omega niggled at you from just beneath the surface, so you let her take charge–for the first time ever.
“Andy,” you summoned him first.
Although Ari had only ever been soft and sweet with you, there was something about Andy that was like safety incarnate. He soothed you and grounded you in a way you had never experienced before, and you needed that so desperately now as you made yourself vulnerable in a way you swore you never ever would.
And to two alphas no less.
Just as your mind started to spiral out about how weak and willing you were, the most painful ripple yet licked along every inch of you. You gritted your teeth, digging your fingers into your bare thighs as you choked back a scream.
That had Andy moving toward you quickly now, glancing over his shoulder at Ari–who gave him an encouraging nod and smile–before he focused all his attention on you.
Andy stood at the edge of the bed and quickly undressed before his hand dropped to grip his hard cock and slowly stroke himself in preparation.
Your gaze fell to watch his motions, and nerves or something must have played across your features because Andy was soothing you in a heartbeat, his voice low and rumbly and making your insides flutter as he spoke.
“I won’t hurt you, honey, I promise. I just want to help take the pain away. I want to make you feel good.”
“Good luck,” you snorted, your eyes flashing with defiance as they met his.
Because you had never once enjoyed sex, and you doubted you ever would.
Andy’s lips twitched in amusement at your sass, but he didn’t hesitate to move closer, joining you in bed.
You were overly aware of Ari–who was naked now too–sitting at the foot of the bed, watching you both as Andy reclined beside you, and you instantly rose up on your knees beside him.
As eager as you were to not be in pain anymore, you were also all up in your head at what was about to happen. So you tried to keep it as clinical as possible.
This wasn’t real sex. This wasn’t about lust or desire or desperation for another. This wasn’t even about pleasure. It was a method to cure your ailment, and that was it.
Your jaw was clenched as you threw your leg over Andy’s hips and hovered over him. Try as you might, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking a moment to look at him.
He really was beautiful. Pale skin over flexing muscles. Dark hair peppering his chest, and his shoulders broad and rounded in a way that made your insides clench with want. His face was rosy, but rather than looking eager to fuck, his eyes just shown with worry as he watched you.
Trying to ignore how obvious his care was for you–how it shone at you from his eyes so openly and without reserve–you focused instead on the way your pussy gushed some more as your gaze shifted to Andy’s long, hard cock.
You reached for him, unable to keep your eyes from flickering up to meet his just as your fingers closed around the hot, steely length of him and started to guide him to your cunt. You watched as Andy’s nostrils flared at your touch, as his cheek ticked, but he otherwise remained silent and stoic.
Something inside of you desperately wanted to hide from that soft, watchful gaze of his, especially now, during something so intimate.
No, clinical! Necessary! you internally berated yourself.
Forcefully pulling your gaze from Andy’s, your eyes landed on his big hands and how they were fisting the sheets at his sides. You focused on that minute detail instead as you slowly sank down on his cock without fanfare.
By the time he was buried to the hilt, you were unable to suppress your loud moan of relief just as something struck you–you realized that Andy wasn’t fisting the sheets because he was enjoying this, but because he was trying to resist the urge to touch you.
And something about that realization made your pussy flutter as your chest ached, but you tried to ignore it all as you let your body take over and started to slowly ride Andy.
You hated to admit it, but he felt incredible.
This was the first time you were having sex since the last time the breeder assaulted you, and all those times–all that sex–it never felt like this.
This felt good.
It weirdly almost felt…safe.
Most importantly, every deep drive of Andy’s hard cock inside of you was pushing the pain of your heat further and further away.
You shifted atop him, unable to help it as your hands fell to his flat stomach, and you leaned forward a little. The new angle made you gasp sharply and clench hard.
Andy groaned in response, the sound making your insides flutter wildly as your inner omega whined in elation at making her alpha feel good.
You saw Andy’s hands lift toward you, but then suddenly Ari was there, gently gripping Andy’s hands in his own and holding them down and away from you, just like you had demanded.
“Thank you,” Andy panted, his guilty gaze finding Ari’s before his eyes rolled back in his head as your pace picked up. He sank back with a loud groan, his fingers clenching in Ari’s grip as he moaned, “Feels so good, you feel so incredible, omega. So perfect.”
You couldn’t stifle the needy whine his praise evoked. Huffing as your face burned, you closed your eyes, trying to block them both out as you allowed your head to fall back and lost yourself to how amazing it felt to have Andy’s cock inside of you.
So deep inside of you–filling you up. Not only keeping the heat pain at bay but chasing away the soul deep emptiness that had consumed you for as long as you could remember.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Ari’s soft voice pulled you out of the murky mire of your thoughts, and you were grateful, fixating on his quiet murmurs of praise as your thighs began to burn and your insides started to pull taut.
It was like your body had a mind of its own as your hand slid between your thighs to find your clit. Your fingers rubbed frantic circles, and you gave a wordless cry as a whole new layer of pleasure was unlocked by the added stimulation.
You rode Andy more vigorously now, so hyper aware of the way he perfectly filled you up over and over again, his hard cock hitting so many sweet spots you were only now discovering for the first time.
You came without warning, without being prepared for it.
For the first time since you were young and experimenting with your own touch, you were orgasming.
The white hot flood of pleasure erupted from your core before streaking through the rest of you. Your body was overwrought with it, clenching and trembling as your pussy clamped and fluttered around Andy’s cock.
He groaned loudly, his hips frantically rutting up into you a few times before he gave a shout and you felt a warm rush as he came inside you. As he pumped you full of his cum, that new sensation—and the sense of being claimed that came along with it—had you whining through another orgasm as you clawed at Andy’s muscled stomach and mindlessly rode him through the latest wave of bliss.
When Andy’s alpha knot expanded and locked your bodies together, your mind went instantly blank and hazy–no pain or negative thoughts or deep-seeded fear to be found.
You were so head empty in a way you had never been before–a good way–that you didn’t even remember dismounting Andy to clamber on top of Ari next.
But it was like you couldn’t get enough now.
You needed more.
More from your alphas–everything they were willing to give you, and then some.
You were drunk off of their pleasure scents, which were so musky with tones of desire and need, for you.
The sound of Ari’s gravelly groan of delight as you sank down on his cock for the very first time instantly brought you back to the present.
Just in time to see his massive hands reach for you without thinking, but thankfully Andy intercepted them, kissing the backs of Ari’s hands before gently holding them down and showering you both in praise.
Despite your utter exhaustion, your body was so warm and tingly and you couldn’t stop writhing on top of Ari, moaning at how good his thick, meaty cock felt stretching you to your limit.
You started to bounce on him eagerly, letting out these sharp, breathless cries every time you took him to the root all over again, felt him drive into you so deep and good, it had your toes curling as your breath caught in your chest.
The fact that Ari came first with a blissed out moan of your name had your insides lighting up before you followed him over the edge with a wordless cry of ecstasy.
Like with Andy, the feeling of taking Ari’s knot had your mind going instantly quiet and floaty. Distantly, you had a sneaking suspicion that you were lost to your inner omega’s euphoria, but you were too blissed out and well fucked to care.
You sagged over Ari long enough to catch your breath, to wait for his knot to go down, and then your nostrils were flaring as your dark eyes found Andy, and you reached for him all over again.
From there, the three of you descended into a marathon of desperate heat sex, where you alternated between fucking your two eager and willing alphas until your body was finally sated.
Until you were pain free for the first time in days as you passed out into a blissful, much-needed slumber.
The next morning, you woke up slowly, feeling sore and lethargic in the most pleasant way.
It wasn’t until your eyes fluttered open, and you found yourself curled up between the sleeping forms of your alphas—who had somehow managed to maintain your demanded distance even in sleep—that you remembered everything that had happened the night before.
Shockingly, you didn’t immediately feel regret.
All you could feel at the moment was very soft and extremely sad as you took in the distance between you, Andy, and Ari, and how they were both sleeping at the very edges of your much-smaller-than-theirs bed so they could give you your space.
Despite being close enough that you could feel their warmth and smell the way sex and sweat still lingered heavy on their skin, you found yourself wishing they were closer.
You didn’t want to run and hide and not look at them after a night of being more vulnerable than ever. You, not just your inner omega, you wanted to curl close to them both at once and be blanketed by their warmth and bodies and their lo—
You tried to shake that thought from your mind quickly, but it seemed impossible as you kept replaying moments from last night in your head.
It wasn’t just the pleasure you had experienced. It was the way that for the first time in your life, sex hadn’t been used as a method to put you in your place. To hurt you or punish you.
To violate you.
With Andy and Ari, sex had been a way for them to take care of you. To help you and soothe your distressed omega.
To them—and with you—sex had been a way for them to express their love for you.
And you couldn’t stubbornly deny it any longer.
Because all of those moments that kept replaying in your mind weren’t centered on the sex and the way Andy and Ari had prioritized you and your pleasure and needs first and foremost.
The memories that kept gnawing at you were much more innocent…
The shaky exhale of relief and reverence Andy had let out when your bodies finally joined.
The uninhibited awe shining from his eyes as you sat atop him, taking pleasure from his willing body.
The way Ari’s massive hands twitched at his sides, extensions of him and how desperately he had wanted to touch you.
The strand of boundless joy in his scent and the unadulterated love gleaming in his eyes as he watched you.
The final memory hit you like a bolt of lightning, because when it had happened, you had been too exhausted and blissed out to register it in the moment…
Your body felt so loose and warm–so full and boneless all at once as you sank against the bed in a blissful heap.
Keeping your eyes open was impossible, so you didn’t even try, but you were aware that Andy and Ari sat on either side of you, close enough to feel their presence and breathe in their comforting scents, but far enough away to give you your space.
“You did so well for us, honey,” Andy murmured softly, his voice like a soothing caress along your pleasantly sore body.
“Thank you for letting us take care of you,” Ari added, his voice more of an alpha purr than speaking. “We love you, omega.”
“We love you so much,” Andy echoed, his voice catching.
And from the deep recesses of your throat, for the first time ever, a fragile omega chirp rose up and fell from your lips before you finally gave in to the call of sleep.
Now, your eyes burned with tears at the memory, your insides swooping and fluttering, somersaulting and quavering.
You had spent every waking moment since the day you were brought home trying to keep Andy and Ari at bay—trying to keep your heart protected from them and their desire to possess you, to own you.
But if last night proved anything, it was that what they had been telling you from the start was true—they didn’t want to own you, they wanted to love you.
And they so clearly and irrevocably did.
Andy and Ari loved you.
Your alphas loved you.
Feeling overcome with a flood of emotions you weren’t prepared to feel, you tentatively shifted closer to Andy without thinking. A lump swelled in your throat, your heart beating erratically—fearfully—beneath your ribs as you moved even closer to him, on purpose.
Your fingers trembled as they willingly touched his bare chest, as you watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his body as he breathed. Something rose within you as your palm met Andy’s skin and you felt the steady beat of his heart–his heart that was so full of love for you.
A moment later, it was the sound of your quiet, muffled sob against Andy’s chest as you hid your face against his warm skin that woke both alphas.
They were instantly alert, their gazes meeting across the bed over your curled up form, eyes shining with hope and pure joy as they had a silent conversation before slowly converging on you as one.
Until you were firmly–safely–sandwiched between them, Andy’s hands so gentle as they caressed along your skin, his lips pressed to your forehead as Ari kissed the crown of your head and softly rubbed your back in soothing circles.
And you let them.
You didn’t resist at all, crying harder–letting go of all the fear and hurt that had been a part of you for as long as you could remember–as you melted beneath their attention, finally surrendering to their soft touches and affection.
To Andy and Ari’s love for you.
You drank it all in, basked in it–in every last word and gentle caress–so desperately wanting more as you whined your need and wept, so overwhelmed to finally have what you had always wanted your entire miserable life…
Safety, a forever home, and real, unconditional love.
CRYING IN MY ALPHA SANDWICH 😭 I will need 7-10 business days to recover from this.
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Summary: You're Bucky's friend, and, yeah, sometimes you sleep together. Why can't he tell you that he wants something more?
Word Count: Over 1.7k
Warnings: FWB, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), referenced oral sex (f. receiving), longing, insecurities, snooping, unrequited feelings (or so he thinks), not communicating, bit of angst, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a beautiful idiot, okay?), Bucky's POV.
A/N: A new AU inspired by this nonnie. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky held you close, your body still warm and your heart racing within your chest. You passed out seconds ago and he couldn’t help but smirk as he rubbed your back and stayed buried deep inside you. He wore you out in the best possible way, and his eyes slipped shut as he thought about what just transpired. It was nice being able to remember and not fear that someone would wipe the memories away.
“So fucking pretty,” he praised, thrusting harder and deeper into you, knowing you could take it. One of your hands fisted the sheets and the other gripped his back. He wanted you to leave marks all over him, the same way you left marks on his heart and soul for him to feel. “I know you’re close. Can feel you gripping my cock like a fucking vice.”
He didn’t say being inside you felt like home, as much as he wanted to, and didn’t dare breathe that he wanted you to feel the same way. Some things were meant to stay quiet, even when he wanted to scream how much he needed you. If he blurted out anything, he could blame it on the heat of the moment.
“Please, Bucky. I need it,” you moaned when he slowed his pace, purposely dragging it out and making you beg for more. It felt good when you begged, and the way you rode his face earlier tonight told him you were desperate for more than one release. He’d be the one to give it to you. “Please, I need you.”
His eyes almost rolled back. Something fragile snapped within him as he rocked his hips, moving as deep as he could. He wanted to be so deep inside you he’d never get out. You needed him. HIM. He needed you, too. More than you knew.
“You and your greedy cunt trying to milk my cock for all its worth,” he rasped, affection filling his eyes before he blinked it away. “C’mon. Give it to me. Make a mess all over me and the sheets. Just like you did on my face.”
He moaned when you gushed around him with a cry, coating his cock, all while he fucked you through it. It didn’t take him long to follow you over the edge, groaning as he finished inside you. He didn’t use condoms since he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else and neither were you. It was selfish not to use that precaution, but he didn’t want anything between you.
And the smile you gave him before you passed out was enough to melt his heart.
He opened his eyes, willing himself not to get rock hard again. But watching and feeling you come apart, your pussy hot and pulsing around him, you babbling his name like a prayer, he wanted to savor it and play it on repeat in his mind like his favorite song. The knowledge that he was the one who drove you to those heights of ecstasy was addictive. He craved you. He’d never get enough of you.
But he didn’t call himself your boyfriend.
“Fuck,” he whispered, brushing his lips against your forehead in a tender gesture though you weren’t awake.
He wouldn’t say it was an accident the first time you slept together, but it did just… happen. The two of you were watching a movie together when you decided to throw popcorn at him. That turned into him pinning you down, jokingly demanding an apology while you giggled and refused. That laugh twisted something in his chest and the next thing he knew his mouth was on yours and clothes were on the floor and…
“This doesn’t change anything, right?” he asked once you were both dressed, your knees touching when he sat beside you.
The words tasted bittersweet and he regretted it the second they left his mouth because everything changed. He knew what it felt like to be inside you, to hear his name tumble from your lips with pleasure. He knew how to make you laugh, and you knew how to brighten his day. You were no longer just friends, but he didn’t ask you out either.
The hurt in your eyes was obvious, but you asked in a carefully even tone, “You want to forget it?”
“I don’t want to forget,” he promised you, running a hand through his messy hair. How did he always manage to fuck things up? “Because that was…”
“Amazing?” you asked hopefully.
“Yeah,” he breathed. It was beyond amazing, a completely different level. Pleasuring himself got him off, but his hand couldn’t compare to the feel of your tight wet heat. “But you’re my friend, and I don’t want things to change.”
He inwardly winced. Friend. Not a coworker, teammate, or anything of that nature. You were friends. What kind of friend was he to sleep with you and pretend that it was just sex and nothing more? A cowardly one. But he wanted you in his life, however you’d have him. Maybe that was desperate, but what else could he do?
Something unreadable crossed your face before you smiled, making him think he imagined it. “Doesn’t change a thing, Barnes.”
His stomach sank and it wasn’t fair to feel upset since he was the one who started this. He just thought… it didn’t matter. “Bucky, not Barnes,” he corrected you.
You nodded slowly, the air thick and unsure. “Bucky,” you whispered, starting the movie over. “Do you think this will happen again?”
He threw an arm around the back of the couch and hoped it would. “If it does, it won’t change a thing,” he lied.
Everything changed.
Bucky wasn’t sure when or how you both fell into this rhythm where he’d call you or vice versa, but you went to each other without question when one of you needed to blow off some steam. He wasn’t a complete asshole. He refused to immediately leave afterward. Taking care of you after meant everything, whether it was holding you or cleaning you off. You wanted that closeness, and so did he.
It made it easier to pretend that you wanted him for more than just sex, too.
But the more he slept with you, the harder it was to let you go. If he was at your place, he found reasons to stick around until he had to leave, suggesting to watch a movie or share a meal. If you were at his place, the way you were now, he’d kept a tight hold on you so you couldn’t slip away. He always insisted on dropping you off, too, so you wouldn’t have to find a ride back to your place.
The way a boyfriend would.
Your aura and scent lingered long after you’d leave and Bucky would ask himself when you’d be back. He was living on scraps and stolen moments thanks to his own fucking mouth and inability to tell you how he felt. And he was beginning to starve. It was the kind of hunger that he couldn’t satisfy until poured himself out to you with his honesty, no matter what the outcome. You deserved more than just pieces of him, too.
So, why couldn’t he say the words? Why couldn’t he tell you he had feelings for you? Sex clearly wasn’t the issue since you two were so compatible, and you two were open when it came to likes, dislikes, and where lines were drawn. There was trust in and out of bed. He enjoyed your company, too. He was able to relax around you in ways he couldn’t with anyone else. What was he so afraid of?
That he’d lose you without ever truly having you?
Your phone buzzing on the nightstand beside him got his attention. He frowned when he realized what time it was. It was late. Who was texting right now unless it was an emergency? No, an emergency would be worthy of a call, not a text.
Bucky ran a finger along your cheek, making you sigh in your sleep. He couldn’t explain why, but his fingers itched to grab it and see who the message was from. That wasn’t like him. He wasn’t the jealous type. At least, he didn’t think he was. Not to mention looking at your phone was crossing a line, he knew that, but he couldn’t ignore the feeling in his gut.
“This is so fucking wrong,” he muttered the second he grabbed it. All he had to do was put the phone down and let you read it when you woke up. That was the right thing to do. But he didn’t do that.
And curiosity, well, it killed the cat, didn’t it?
His throat went dry when he saw the message from a guy’s name he had never once heard you utter. He squeezed the device so hard he almost shattered it. It was the same sort of grip he felt around his heart.
“We still on for Saturday?”
He gritted his teeth and reread the message. He read it until the screen blurred. It took a minute for him to set it back on the nightstand so he could pull you against his chest and steady his breathing.
“You’re meeting someone on Saturday?” he muttered, knowing he wouldn’t get a reply while you were deep in slumber.
All sorts of questions went through his mind, like who the hell was this guy? Why were you making plans with him? You would’ve told him if you started seeing someone, right? Was he overthinking it, or were you eventually going to your “relationship” with him?
Something cold and bitter crawled through his veins. Did this guy make you smile? Did he make your heart race? Would he know what it was like to make you fall apart? Hold you? Was he the kind of man who could be both your friend and a lover?
As quickly as his jealousy built up it deflated when he gazed at you, his blue eyes filled with pain he didn’t bother to mask in the dark. The truth he didn’t have the right to know. You didn’t owe him any answers. He wasn't your boyfriend.
And that was all his fault.
I wonder who messaged you. And I wonder what it'll take for Bucky to not be an idiot and tell you what's what. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! More to come soon. ❤️
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,462
Summary: You’re still getting used to Ari and his presence, and he’s very keen on taking care of you like you deserve.
Warnings: AU. Explicit language. AI!Robot!Ari. Low key dirty talk. Praise kink if you squint. Lots of horniness, like, so much lolll. Oral sex (f receiving). Brief anal play. Unprotected sex. Female and male masturbation. Non con voyeurism.
A/N: Um. Well. Even AI!Ari is a whore, and this is all his fault, and I stan 🫠(If you didn’t read their first part, read this first.)
You yawned loudly as you staggered toward the kitchen, rubbing at your eyes and already glowering at the bright sunlight filling your home once your hands dropped to your sides and you squinted in irritation.
You had slept like total shit last night, and you were definitely feeling it this morning.
And it was all Ari’s fault.
Just knowing the AI was in your home, downstairs looming in the darkness while you laid tucked away in your bed, had made you antsy and self-conscious.
All night, you’d kept trying to tell yourself that you just needed to get over the awkwardness and get used to your new custom AI, but the truth was…beyond the shift in the vibe of your home since his arrival…
You could not stop fucking envisioning that massage he had seemed so eager to give you.
And this morning, you were paying the price for your inability to scrape that tempting thought from your brain and get some goddamn sleep.
You were still glowering as you stepped into the kitchen and instantly pulled up short at the sight of Ari looming tall and broad at the marble counter as he poured you a cup of coffee and perfectly doctored it to your preferences.
He really is stupid hot, you thought to yourself before you could stuff down that ridiculous thought.
Unaware of your internal nonsense, Ari gave you a bright smile as he set the steaming mug on the isle for you and greeted you with a warm, “Good morning!”
You stared at him for a beat, unable to help it as your eyes lingered–greedy to drink in his handsome features that you were still a little taken aback by–before your eyes flickered to the coffee mug and the hot temptation that lay inside.
You croaked back a half-hearted, “Morning,” as you moved forward, rounding the isle until you stood across from Ari as you reached for the mug. As you did, your nose twitched as a familiar scent registered in your brain, and you glanced over to the stove, then beside it, to where a plate of your favorite breakfast foods awaited you.
It seemed as if Ari knew your breakfast preferences too, which, duh. He was your custom AI after all, and you’d had to complete that extremely long and tedious welcome survey to get him updated and ready to fulfill your every need.
Rolling your eyes at yourself, you leaned back against the counter, cradling your mug between your hands as you took a long drink. Humming in happiness as the caffeinated goodness exploded across your tongue before warming its way down your throat, you sighed as some of your crankiness began to recede.
“I know you’re not a big breakfast person, but you should try to eat a little anyway so you have energy to get you through your day,” Ari said, retrieving the breakfast plate before moving near to set it on the counter beside you.
He loomed close, and as you finished swallowing another mouthful of coffee heaven, you could feel his gaze on you. Tilting your face up, you froze as you found Ari’s own eyes fixed on your bare legs.
And, you realized in horror, your panties, which were on full display.
Because you were still dressed in your sleep clothes, which consisted of no more than a soft, thin tank top and a pair of cotton underwear with little bunnies on them. Your tired, addled, treacherous mind hadn’t thought of getting fully dressed before coming down stairs, because you weren’t used to doing that or having someone else in your home with you.
Even if it was just an AI assistant.
You fleetingly wondered if AIs could be scandalized, but that didn’t seem to be the case with Ari as his gaze–which you swore seemed darker than before–took its grand ole time inching over your barely covered body.
As his eyes lingered on your chest, making you hyper aware of your lack of bra and how your hard nipples were poking through your shirt due to the coolness of the kitchen, you suddenly felt so fucking dumb and embarrassed at him seeing you this way.
You were the one who was scandalized–and super self-conscious–as your cheeks filled with the heat or mortification and you squirmed before Ari, subtly trying to backtrack to put the isle between you and at least hide the lower half of your body from his surprisingly attentive gaze.
Is he eye fucking me? you couldn’t help but wonder, even though you knew the very thought was straight up absurd. AIs couldn’t feel attraction, but the thought flickered through your mind all the same the longer Ari stared at you and the awkward tension in the room grew.
Finally, it was like the bot registered your discomfort, a warm smile once again splitting his lips as his eyes met yours–twinkling with something that toed the line of mischief and something more, something your brain so could not process right now–before he tilted his head and his eyes went distant.
“Your work calendar is packed today,” Ari reminded you, quickly rattling off the five meetings and their times that would occupy most of your day.
And just like that, your embarrassment and all the strange tension between you and Ari instantly evaporated as your brain clicked into work mode, and you groaned at the long day ahead of you.
“I should get showered and dressed asap,” you sighed, turning on your heel and hurrying from the kitchen, your mug still cradled in your hands and your frazzled self completely oblivious to the way Ari’s very interested gaze fixated on the curve of your ass for your entire retreat.
The end of your work day brought you full circle to how you had started the morning as you staggered into the kitchen, no functional brain cells left and your stomach growling loudly as you toed the line of hangry.
A delicious aroma permeated the lower floor of your home, and your lips curled as you recognized the scent of your favorite meal cooking as you entered the kitchen and made your way to the isle.
Ari glanced over his shoulder at your arrival, shooting you a smile as he told you, “Dinner should be done in a few minutes,” before turning back to the stove.
Unable to suppress a yawn, you sat in one of the tall seats at the isle counter, watching his broad back for a moment as he tended to your dinner. It washed over you suddenly, the utter relief at the fact that you didn’t need to worry about cooking and you’d still eat well tonight.
Every night, in fact, as long as you had Ari here to assist you.
Another thought was quick to fill your mind next - that you really needed to stop packing your days with so many meetings and so much to do. Overwhelming exhaustion crept through you as you realized that you were seriously close to being burnt out beyond recovery.
And you wouldn’t be able to run a successful business in that state.
Yawning again, you rested your chin on your hand, your eyes blinking slowly, heavy as you all but nodded off at the counter as you waited for dinner to be served.
The sudden warm, heavy press of big hands gripping your shoulders startled you awake, and you were instantly aware of Ari’s presence at your back.
“Shhh, just let me take care of you for a moment, sweetheart,” his voice was a quiet, husky rumble as his thumbs dug into your shoulders and circled, starting to ease the knots of tension from your body.
Between how good his hands felt on you and the soft, lulling tone of Ari’s voice, you couldn’t help but soften under his touch, your eyes growing heavy again as you sank back in your seat, wordlessly surrendering to his impromptu massage.
“Good girl,” Ari’s words were a warm rush against your ear.
You shivered hard, your cunt clenching in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. Before you could think too much on it or over analyze your reaction to Ari, his touch grew more firm and insistent as he rubbed your shoulders before his fingers moved to work some divine tension relieving wizardry along your neck.
A moan spilled past your lips before your tired brain couldn’t even register what the sound was, and your cheeks felt alight as Ari shifted closer, his artificial body heat enveloping your back as his lips touched the shell of your ear.
“Yeah, it feels good, huh?” he husked.
“Uh huh,” you replied dumbly, gasping as his thumbs found another knot and began to gently work it away.
“You’re so tight,” Ari murmured, his lips lingering against your ear and making you shiver and bite back a whimper.
How long had it been since you’d been touched like this? Hell, touched at all?
You genuinely couldn’t remember the last time you experienced this type of intimacy, let alone anything in the realm of desire or sexual pleasure. Obviously your body was desperate for it if you were reacting this way to such an innocent touch.
Needless to say, you were fully awake now–albeit dazed–and you couldn’t seem to get your squirming under control as Ari continued to touch you and make your body melt for him. You just realized the ruined state of your panties when Ari’s big hands suddenly grew much warmer–pleasantly so–and you gasped loudly, mewling at how good it felt as you sank back against him, more eager for his touch than ever.
Your pussy fluttered wildly as you felt the soft, warm brush of lips against the side of your throat, but before your tired mind could determine if the touch had even been real, the oven timer started to go off, making you jump in your seat as whatever spell you had been under instantly broke.
Ari’s hands smoothed down your back then up again before cupping your shoulders and giving them a squeeze. “Gimme a few minutes, and I’ll have your belly full in no time,” he hummed, giving your shoulders a final press before his touch retreated.
He has to know what he’s saying, you thought as you watched Ari resume his spot at the stove, seeming completely oblivious to his innuendos, let alone how they affected you.
Then again, he was a fucking robot after all. He didn’t have the same kind of needs that you did–human needs. He didn’t get horny or feel attraction or want another. He literally just existed to be of service to his primary user.
His primary user who apparently really needed to get laid.
You nearly snorted out loud at your ridiculous mental spiral, but still–you couldn’t help but watch Ari for a moment longer, your eyes wide and your cheeks still on fire. You hated how much you felt the loss of his touch reverberate through you.
How much you wanted to feel it again.
Jesus Christ, get a grip, you scoffed at yourself. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you shot Ari a final look before slipping from your seat and scurrying away to wash up before dinner.
“Oh my god,” you whined, your fingers clawing at your bed sheets as you panted through another orgasm.
Ari had you ass up and face down in your bed, his own face still buried in your cunt from behind despite the way you were begging him to give you a breather.
His tongue drew up your sloppy slit in another slow, broad drag that had you nearly crying his name as you tried to squirm away from him. When he tongued at your tight little rosebud before pressing the softest kiss there, you squealed his name, your insides throbbing at his sinful treatment of you as you continued to tremble and gasp for breath.
“Mmmm, I don’t think that’s what you actually need, a breather,” his voice was a low rumble that had your cunt clenching all over again as he finally eased away from you.
It seemed like between one blink and the next, the thick, spongy head of Ari’s cock was suddenly pressing against your drippy hole, and you could only whine some more as he started to slowly push inside you.
His big hands framed your hips, his grip on you firm to keep you in place as he took his time filling you with his cock. You swore he was drawing it out on purpose, because he wanted to make sure you felt each and every hard, thick inch of him. Until he was finally buried to the hilt and you were gasping then squealing his name as he gave a rut to settle impossibly deeper inside of you.
“This is what you need,” Ari purred, patiently retreating from the hot, tight confines of your cunt and then lingering so just the tip of his cock was stretching your entrance. “And we both know it,” you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Don’t we, sweetheart?”
He shoved into you hard and deep, making you keen a breathless, needy, “Yes!”
You jerked awake, your heart hammering in your chest as your tired brain processed the dream–the very naughty dream–that you had just been pulled from.
It took you a moment to recall it fully, and when you did, you could feel your face heat. And when you squirmed beneath your covers at the sinful recollection, you could feel how fucking wet you were, your panties completely soaked through.
“Goddamnit,” you gritted into the darkness, feeling as annoyed as you were horny after the spicy imaginings your sleep brain had conjured up. “Fuck it,” you huffed, shoving your hand down the front of your ruined underwear and immediately zeroing in on your throbbing clit.
You knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep in this state, so you might as well take care of it.
And if the thought that the almost!person who had caused you to be such a needy, fucking mess, was just downstairs, none the wiser about the way you filled your own pussy with two fingers and moaned his name aloud as you imagined it was his cock filling you up and fucking you so good, well, so be it.
Only…
Ari wasn’t downstairs none the wiser about you and your condition.
Unbeknownst to you, he was on the other side of your closed bedroom door, leaning against the wall as he stroked his cock–chasing his own release–as he listened to all of your pretty keens and moans and the way you gasped his name as you touched yourself, and then again once you finally reached your peak.
I regret nothing.
VERSE MASTERLIST
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don't know if you've ever had an ask about this before, but I have to know,, does bee like playing the drums with pots and pans and wooden spoons? does bucky join in? or would he get her a real drum set? I feel like malyshka would kill him if he did 😭😭
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Steve bought baby Bee a drum set as payback for Bucky commandeering one of his restaurants. He didn't even warn anyone that he was going to do it. He snuck the set in one afternoon and waited.
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee
WC: Drabble
A/N: Part of the Bumblebee series.
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The banging is faint at first. Hesitant. Bee is slowly discovering that she likes hitting these sticks against the drum. The sounds it makes are hilarious. She quickly grows more confident. And louder. So much louder.
Bucky slowly lifted his head off your lap, his eyes narrowed at the open door. "What is that?"
"No clue." You cringe, wondering what on earth was making all that racket.
Just as Bucky is about to go investigate, Steve strolls, a smirk brightening his features as he bites into a slice of carved apple.
"Oh, that is my 'thank you for stealing my restaurant' gift for Bumblebee." He leans against the wall, seemingly unaware of the growing ire stirring in you and Bucky. "I think she likes it. Hey Bee?" He raises his voice over the clatter and banging of drumsticks.
A brief silence. The sudden reprieve from the noise has you sinking against Bucky's shoulder.
"Yes Uncle Steve?"
You don't like that look in his eyes. Neither does Bucky. He's rising off the couch, heading towards Steve.
Steve doesn't move. "You love your drums?"
You know your baby so well that you can practically hear her answer before it leaves her mouth. Bucky is almost within reach of Steve. Her head tilts back and she screams. "I loves it!"
Bucky gets his hand around Steve's jacket lapel. He doesn't flinch. "Don't you dare—"
Steve grins. Winks at you. "Your papa wants to hear a song Bumblebee. Play him something."
"Papa you wanna hears me? You loves it too?"
Bucky drops his head back with a defeated groan. And you, well you, reach over and grab your airpods off the coffee table. They're in your ears before Bucky notices. He mouths 'traitor' in your direction and then turns to his best friend.
"We"—he emphasizes with a pointed look at Steve—" can't wait to listen, Bee."
Steve slings his arm around Bucky's shoulder and they walk out. "You know I'm glad we're friends. I hate to think what you would do if we weren't."
Bucky laughs. "Remember Eddie?"
Steve whistles. "That was impressive."
They're almost at Bee's door when Steve decides to test the limits of his friendship. "I should probably mention I bought her a keyboard too."
"You mother–" She pops her head out of the room, Bucky just manages to stop himself from teaching his baby another curse word. "Hey Bee.
Bee grabs both of their hands and pulls them into her office. "Okays first I gonna plays the drums and nexts is piano and den the flutes. I so 'cited Papa." She dances to the stack of instruments taking up space in the corner of her play area.
"What flute? Really? It was only one restaurant." Bucky whispers under his breath, his head turning towards Steve. At least he has the nerve to look sheepish. Maybe he did go a little overboard.
"Dis one Papa," Bee answers, giddy at the thought of playing with all her shiny new toys. She's never had ones like these. She doesn't think she'll ever get tired of them.
Both men halt at the loud, piercing, off key noise coming from the flute playing, adorable toddler. "You loves it?"
Bucky sighs because if it makes his baby happy, he will sit through hours of her "music". A smile pulls at his lips because if he has to suffer then so does Steve. "I do Bee and your uncle Steve wants to spend all day listening with me. He canceled all his plans just for you. Right Steve?"
"Weally?" She beams, bouncing on her heels, excitement radiating off her.
For the first time since he hatched this plan, Steve feels a tinge of regret. "Of course Bumblebee."
Bucky lowers his voice, brow raised, his expression becoming devious and calculating. "I'm going to record her and then have one of my guys copy it to a shit ton of tapes and have them stashed at every single one of your homes. Your offices. Your cars. It's going to play on an never ending loop. As soon as you find one, I'll have it replaced with two more."
"Still worth it," Steve replies, settling in one of the chairs across from Bee's makeshift stage. "Alright, sweet Bee, let's go."
The only reason we used to make these films is because 80 years ago fascism was threat to the continuation of business and trade. Now the rich think fascism is the only way they can keep their wealth. Don’t let stuff like this trick you into think things have changed. The Rich’s opinion on fascism determines how the government treats it, not “morality.” That does not exist in government or business.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,829
Summary: Your new AI bot wasn’t a purchase made on a whim or a way to treat yourself. He was a necessity, a shield of protection that you so desperately, desperately needed.
Warnings: AU. AI!Bot!Steve. Allusions to stalking. Reader is anxious, stressed, and prone to panic.
A/N: Surprise! I finished this much sooner than I thought I would. I’m very excited to introduce you to AI!Steve. I hope you enjoy him ❤️
SUPERIOR AI MASTERLIST
You were already hovering near the front door when a sharp knock sounded.
Despite the way you were expecting the delivery, and you’d heard the vehicle pull up your long driveway just a moment ago, you still startled at the sound, your heart jackhammering in your chest as you darted forward to undo the three locks on your front door before easing it open.
A pair of warm, brown eyes greeted you first, and you mustered a small smile to mirror the one on Sam Wilson’s face.
Last week’s video call hadn’t done him justice; he was even more handsome in person, and something about his demeanor emanated calm and reassurance and had some of the tension knotting your shoulders easing ever so slightly.
Sam spoke your name with a questioning lilt, his smile growing into a grin as you nodded in confirmation. He held out his hand to you, and you accepted the firm but gentle shake, your wide gaze darting to the tall, broad figure standing just behind Sam.
Your new AI bot was gorgeous.
And unexpectedly so.
Even though you had given Sam, your Superior AI custom developer, some preferred physical attributes, you still hadn’t expected what looked like a Greek god come to life to arrive on your doorstep.
His skin was flawless, his blonde hair stylishly swooped up from his forehead, and his bright blue eyes watched you closely. You were glad you went with the more casual outfit of jeans, a light gray t-shirt, and brown leather jacket. Even though the default navy stealth security uniform had stirred something in you, it had also made you anxious, and that wasn’t something you needed more of right now.
“This is Steve Rogers,” Sam stepped aside and introduced you to your new security AI, who instantly stepped forward and met your gaze without wavering.
He greeted you with a polite, “Ma’am,” his own large hand extending to swallow yours for a beat before he once again clasped his hands behind his back as he stood at attention.
You just blinked at him for a moment, your mouth gaping and your hand tingling as it fell back to your side. After a long, awkward beat, Sam cleared his throat. When your gaze snapped to him, he gave you another warm smile.
“Should we head inside so I can walk you through initiation and setup?”
“Yes, of course!” you blustered, feeling heat creep up your neck and into your cheeks as you stepped back and waved Sam and Steve inside.
You waited until they moved past you and deeper into the living room before you closed the front door and did up all three locks out of habit.
“You weren’t kidding when you said this place was in the middle of nowhere,” Sam said as his observant gaze flickered around the open floorplan of your new home.
The cabin was practically across the country from where you used to live, tucked away up north in the woods outside of a sparsely populated town that you had never heard of before deciding to move here.
Thankfully the structure had been in good condition overall, so it hadn’t eaten into your savings too much to make the downpayment and then do some much needed updates to make it more livable and cozy.
Even if you knew no amount of stunning scenery, soothing candle scents, and impossibly soft throw blankets would really do much to put a dent in your perpetual state of fight or flight, you had tried your best to make the cabin a home, one you could maybe learn to love and covet one day.
One day when you were able to feel anything beyond terrified, paranoid, and like you were living in a waking nightmare.
Realizing Sam and Steve were both staring at you, awaiting a response, you shook yourself. “Yeah, it just felt right…and necessary, after everything,” you muttered as you hugged yourself tightly and joined Sam and Steve in the middle of the living room.
“Understandable,” Sam murmured, watching you for a moment before he clapped Steve on the shoulder. “So, Steve is the latest and greatest from Superior AI’s Security Shield Edition lineup, meaning his programming is rooted in security and protection.”
“Good,” you breathed.
And you meant it.
Security and protection were what you needed now, more than anything else.
“He’s actually modeled after one of the most talented and decorated men to ever serve in the army, and his programming is outfitted with various combat training, defense methods, weapons training, basic medic knowledge and training,” Sam listed off. “Steve’s strategic and a keen observer, and he’s also very emotionally intelligent and loyal.” Grinning, Sam’s proud gaze moved from Steve to you as he finished, “He’s pretty much the perfect soldier meets a good man.”
“That’s exactly what I need,” your smile was tremulous as you gazed between Sam and Steve.
“Let me show you the security failsafe,” Sam waved you closer as Steve turned his back to you both. “This is exclusive to the Security Shield models. The power button on the nape? It only responds to your fingerprints, that way only you can power down or turn on the bot.”
Sam swiped his finger over the nape of Steve’s neck, and you watched as a turquoise neon light appeared. It was shaped like the Superior AI logo and sat at the base of Steve’s nape.
“Now, since I’ve already programmed you as the primary user and put those digital fingerprints you submitted to good use, I’m not able to power him on or off.” Sam demonstrated this by holding his thumb against the glowing button.
Nothing happened, and Steve remained with his back to you both, standing tall and at attention.
“Now, you try.”
You stepped closer, slightly shaking as you touched your thumb to the power button, amazed by how warm and soft Steve’s skin felt.
How human.
After three seconds, Steve’s form slackened and slumped forward, making you squeak in surprise and retract your touch.
Chuckling, Sam stepped forward. “Again, only you as the primary user can power him on or off.” Sam pressed his own thumb to the power button for almost five seconds, and you watched, once again, as nothing happened.
Once he stepped away and nodded toward you, you touched the power button and held your thumb in place for a few seconds, not startled as much this time around when Steve suddenly powered up and stood tall and at attention once more.
He turned to you, a small smile curling his plump, pink lips as he greeted you with another respectful, “Ma’am.”
“And he knows my…situation?” you asked Sam, hugging yourself tighter as you tried to suppress the onslaught of memories and feelings from the past six months that were always boiling just beneath the surface.
“Yes, ma’am,” Steve answered. “My memory has been updated with all of the data on your situation and the offender. The only remaining steps to complete setup are for you to sync me with your home security system, which will also give me access to the security cameras monitoring your property, and for you to complete your primary user welcome questionnaire to update all of your preferences and requests beyond security and protection.” Steve hesitated, waiting until your gaze met his. “I will keep you safe, whatever it takes.”
Even though Steve wasn’t even human, something about the way he was watching you, and how earnest his promise was, had your breath hitching as a lump of emotion swelled in your throat.
Blinking back the hot burn of tears from your eyes, you took a minute to try to pull yourself together, your voice wobbling anyway when you finally whispered out a quiet, “Thank you, Steve.”
Your embarrassed gaze fell away, so you missed the way both Steve and Sam seemed to soften at your distress, sharing a brief look before Steve stepped forward and gently squeezed your shoulder in comfort.
You couldn’t remember the last time that you were on the receiving end of a soft, innocent touch–a touch meant to soothe–probably not since you were with…
Shuddering, you quickly shook away that thought. Shooting Steve a grateful smile, your gazes locked and lingered on the other for a moment, until–
“Alright, well,” Sam clapped, amusement dancing in his eyes. “It looks like you’re in good hands, so I’ll leave you to it. You have my number and email if you need anything else or have any issues.”
“Thank you, Sam, for all of your help throughout this entire process, and for being so understanding of my situation,” you told him as you followed him to the front door.
“It was my pleasure,” he shot you one more of those big, warm smiles of his. “You take care of yourself, okay? And you let Steve help with that, it’s why he’s here.”
You nodded, watching as Sam undid the locks on your door before letting himself outside. As soon as the door shut, you moved forward and redid the locks, feeling a little self-conscious as you slowly turned around to find Steve watching you.
After a long moment of awkward silence, he cocked his head to the side. “How about you sync me to your security system, and then we can schedule some time tomorrow for you to complete your welcome questionnaire, that way you’re not too overwhelmed?”
“Yes,” you nodded, grateful for the distraction and something to keep your mind occupied in a healthy way, but also thankful for how Steve was being mindful of not stressing you out. “I’ll go grab my tablet, just give me a moment.”
“Of course,” Steve murmured, his watchful gaze glued to you as you hurried from the room and out of sight.
A few hours later, as the sun began to set, you couldn’t help but hover by the living room windows, fretfully watching as it grew darker outside with each passing moment.
Your eyes jumped from one end of the line of trees circling your property to the other, avid in their observation, desperately trying to spot movement beyond that caused by nature or wildlife.
Desperately making sure he wasn’t out there, watching and waiting.
Feeling that familiar sense of panic lapping at you, you nibbled on your thumbnail, staring outside a moment longer before hurrying toward the front door. You double checked that all the locks were engaged before doing the same to the security system via the little digital panel on the wall beside the front door.
And then you were moving toward the windows again, ever vigilant as it grew harder to see through the darkness surrounding your home.
When a warm hand touched your shoulder, you jumped and shrieked, spinning around to find Steve taking a step back, holding his hands up in a gesture to convey he didn’t mean you any harm as he watched you with a slight furrow to his brow.
“Forgive me, ma’am,” he started, but you cut him off with an almost hysterical laugh.
“No! That was all me, God, I’m so sorry. I’m a mess,” you pressed a hand to your chest, aware of the way your heart was racing, as you took a deep breath and exhaled it shakily. Your shy gaze met Steve’s and you mustered a small smile. “You’re so quiet, I forgot you were here. I guess it will take some time to get used to all this.”
“That’s understandable,” Steve smiled softly, gesturing toward the coffee table where a steaming bowl of stew and a small plate with a big hunk of fresh artisan bread sat awaiting you. “I took the liberty of making you dinner, I hope that’s okay?”
“I…” you blinked in surprise, that familiar feeling of tears welling returning as you stared at the dinner spread. “It’s more than okay, it’s very much appreciated, Steve, thank you. I haven’t been great about remembering to eat or even having the energy to cook much, to be honest.”
You moved toward the sofa, shooting your still surprised gaze his way as you sat down.
“Sam made sure my caretaking programming was top notch and fully enabled. He figured you could use it.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “He’s not wrong.”
“Of course, you can disable or tweak the programming however you want…” Steve started, but went quiet as you shook your head.
“No, you’re perfect.” Realizing how that sounded, you froze, your face heating as you glanced at Steve to find a small, close-lipped smile aimed your way. “Uh, I just mean…Sam was right, yet again, I could definitely use the caretaking.”
“I’m glad you find my support satisfactory,” Steve murmured. “I’m here for whatever you need.”
Cradling the bowl of stew against your chest with one hand, you held a spoon in the other as you sank back against your soft, cushy sofa, and slowly began to eat. You were quiet as you did so, enjoying the flavorful stew and how comforting it was.
But your eyes remained on Steve, watching as he moved toward the windows and pulled down the blinds before drawing the curtains closed for good measure. Next he headed toward the fireplace across from you, adding another log to the dwindling flames and stoking the fire back to a warm, roaring glow.
When he was done, Steve moved toward the corner of the room, clasping his hands behind his back, his posture alert as his gaze met yours.
You finished chewing your mouthful of food, swallowing before telling him, “You can sit with me,” you nodded toward the adjacent armchair. “You don’t need to be at attention 24/7, or call me ‘ma’am.’ I’d prefer if you were more casual actually, I think I’d feel less on edge, if that’s okay.”
“Of course,” Steve nodded. “I’ll make note of these preferences,” he said as he moved closer and eased his big body into the armchair a few feet away.
The both of you once again fell quiet, but it wasn’t nearly as awkward as you thought it maybe should be. Much like Sam’s demeanor, something about Steve soothed you, made you feel safe.
Perhaps it was the fact that his literal purpose was to protect you at all costs.
You may still be living in a waking nightmare, but you weren’t alone anymore. You had help now. And knowing that had you breathing just a little bit easier.
Once you were finished eating, you sat forward and set the empty bowl and plate on the table. “It was really good, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” There was a pause, and, from the corner of your eye, you saw Steve’s head tilt to the side ever so slightly before he spoke again. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“What?” you asked, confused as you glanced over at him.
“What happened with the offender? Maybe it would be good for you, to get it all out?”
There was something both tempting and terrifying about Steve’s offer. You felt anxiety prickle along your skin as you reached for the throw blanket draped over the back of the sofa and tucked it around you, like it could somehow shield you from your current reality.
“Do you have therapist programming too?” You joked as you peeked over at Steve.
“Not exactly.” His eyes twinkled as he continued, “But I can grab a notepad and you can recline on the sofa if you’d like. You can even tell me about your childhood, and you’ll get bonus points if your parents were terrible.”
You stared at him for a long beat, your lips parted in surprise before you asked, “Was that…a joke?”
Steve smiled and shrugged, and you swore something in his features seemed to warm as you laughed in delight at this discovery.
That your new AI had a sense of humor and it was a little trollish.
“I’m glad Sam chose you for me,” you whispered.
Steve’s amused grin softened to something more…tender, and it had your heart skipping a beat in a way that had nothing to do with fear or panic, for once.
He was quiet as he watched you, patiently awaiting your decision as you mulled over his offer.
Finally, you released a shaky sigh, nodding slowly as your eyes met Steve’s. “Okay, I’ll tell you. Maybe it will be helpful for you to hear it all from me firsthand, and maybe…” you shuddered, swallowing hard as you went on, “Maybe it will be helpful for me, too, to just…get it all out, like you said.”
You paused for a moment, your eyes going distant as you finally allowed your mind to go there, back to the very beginning six months ago.
When you first met him.
Even though your voice was soft and shaky to start, you began to tell Steve about how it all began, about this awful situation you now found yourself in…
About your stalker.
Eeeeep! I’m so happy to bring AI!Steve to life. I hope you enjoyed this first part. I’d be so very grateful and ecstatic if you took a moment to drop me a comment or reblog to let me know what you thought. Thank you ❤️
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Pairing: Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4,328
Summary: Now that the renovation on your apartment complex was complete, you had a few ideas about how your favorite Construction Unit bot could continue to fulfill your needs.
Warnings: AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. AI!Robot!Curtis. My very limited and mostly made up knowledge of property renovation, property management, and wealth management lol. Vaginal fingering. Praise kink. Manhandling. Soft!dom!Curtis. Unprotected sex. Rough sex. Dirty talk. Cum play.
A/N: Y’all seemed to be frothing for AI!Curtis, so I’m beyond excited to share his first part with you. I hope you like it! Reader certainly did. 😏❤️
SUPERIOR AI MASTERLIST
An emotional kind of pride stirred within you as you watched the Gilliam’s Garden Apartments sign go up in the middle of the beautifully landscaped courtyard.
The courtyard sat in the center of the paved oval walkway that connected the four 12-unit buildings that made up the renovated apartment complex.
The renovation had been your baby over the past 18 months, and more so, it had been the perfect thing to focus on after Gilliam’s death.
The perfect way to honor him and all the good he had done for Piercer Park.
Despite the way Gilliam had started out as poor as you had been up until a decade ago, he had made something of himself, and even though he had amassed a great fortune for all his hard work, Gilliam had never forgotten where he came from.
Even in death, he wanted to make sure that his fortune was put to good use and continued to help revitalize the impoverished Chicago neighborhoods that needed it most.
That he had so dearly loved.
Which is why he had named you as the benefactor of his fortune and estate. Why he had left a sort of philanthropic bucket list for you to fulfill in his stead.
After all, it was Gilliam’s personal mentorship and father-like love for you that had secured your bright future.
He had helped you launch your successful career as a wealth management advisor, being your very first client and recommending your services to other wealthy philanthropists over the years.
You owed him everything, and he must have known that you–more than anyone–would carry on his legacy of rebuilding the city he had loved, one neighborhood at a time, while advocating for those who needed it most.
“You’re not gonna get all weepy on me, are ya?”
You turned at the sound of Tanya’s voice, laughing at her wary look as she watched you swipe away a tear that had escaped. “I’ll try not to.”
“You haven’t even seen the rooftop garden and greenhouse yet,” she huffed, but the look in her eyes was fond as she watched you bounce in place beside her.
“I swear the rooftop area is my favorite,” you gushed. “Recreation space and additional resources for tenants! They’ll be able to grow their own food and herbs. No other building in the neighborhood has anything like it.”
“You don’t need to tell me, I helped build the thing,” Tanya smirked, smoothing a hand over her gray polo shirt, before it fell to her curved hip.
You eyed the Forewoman stitching on the left breast of her shirt, feeling another bout of emotional pride well up within you.
“I couldn’t have done this without you,” you said earnestly.
“Don’t I know it.”
“No, Tanya, truly,” you reached for her, your eyes shining as you took her hands in yours and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Thank you so much for all your hard work and guidance.”
Despite her gentle scoff, Tanya gave your hands a reciprocal squeeze before pulling away. “Put a plug in the melodrama, girl, you’re gonna overwhelm the AIs.”
Laughing, you shook your head at her before glancing around, watching as the Construction Unit robots went about their work diligently.
They wore the same uniform as Tanya: a gray polo and khaki pants, work boots and hard hats, too, but unlike the human forewoman, they all had on reflective yellow and orange vests to denote their designation as CUs.
Your eyes lingered on one CU in particular before Tanya’s voice regained your attention.
“Here,” she held out a simple white envelope. “It’s a check for first month’s rent and my deposit.”
You beamed at her as you accepted her offering, another wave of excitement washing through you as you safely tucked the envelope into your purse. “Thank you. You’re my first official tenant! Well, besides myself. My realtor will be posting the listings online later this week.”
“You know you could be charging four times what you are for these apartments.”
“I know, but I won’t.”
Tanya’s smile was warm as she shook her head at you. “Gilliam’s protege through and through.”
It was your turn to playfully scoff. “Talk about throwing stones at a glass house.” You nudged her with your elbow as you both watched the activity around the courtyard.
CUs were finishing up the landscaping around each of the building entrances and installing outdoor lights on either side of each main doorway.
“He’d be very proud of you,” Tanya’s voice was soft, almost a whisper.
You glanced over at her, smiling. “He’d be very proud of us. We did this together, and I wasn’t his only mentee,” you gave her another gentle nudge.
Tanya’s gaze went a little distant, her lips curling at the corners. “I still don’t know what he saw in me, a young single mother with barely a dime to her name and no hard skills to speak of.”
“And now you have your own construction company and you’re booked out for the next three years,” you crowed.
“Yeah, to help you complete Gilliam’s Dogooder’s Bucket List, not that I’m complaining.”
“He sure did leave a lot of work for us,” you laughed.
“He did, but it was worth it. I can’t believe this used to be Everett Apartments,” Tanya sounded amazed as she glanced around at the four beautiful buildings surrounding you. “It looks nothing like it used to. Gilliam wouldn’t even recognize his childhood home.”
“But in a good way.”
“Well, we should be cleared out by the end of the week, and then it’s on to the next revitalization a few blocks away,” Tanya told you. “Now Piercer Park really will be up and coming. Finally.”
You hummed in agreement, your gaze once again drawn to a certain Construction Unit AI.
He was tall and lean, his shoulders broad and his body firmly built. His skin was ivory, his handsome face covered in a dark beard that you knew matched the short buzzed hair beneath his hard hat. His ice blue eyes–a color unlike anything you had ever seen before–were twinkling as Timmy, Tanya’s 10-year-old son, hung off his arm and seemed to be pleading with the AI for something.
You watched as CU RT15 shook his head fondly before allowing Timmy to lead him a few feet away. Then he was crouching down to the boy’s height, his face going very serious before his eyes suddenly glowed ruby red.
Timmy squealed his delight. “Just like Superman! Do green now, do green!”
A beat later, the CU’s eyes turned bright green, and Timmy shouted with laughter, clapping in glee.
Your belly swooped as you watched the endearing sight, and it just solidified the idea that had been haunting your mind for the past month or so.
“Hey, Tanya?” you turned to your friend. “Can I ask a favor?”
Tanya pulled her amused gaze from Timmy to meet yours. “Always.”
“That CU,” you thumbed over your shoulder toward Timmy and CU RT15, “Can I purchase him from you once this job is done?”
Tanya’s eyebrows hiked. “Why?”
You felt your face heat, your gaze falling away as you tucked your hands into the pockets of your jacket and shrugged. “Well, I’ve been thinking, I’ll need an on site maintenance supervisor and general handyman for the building, and he knows it better than anyone and…I dunno, he’s grown on me.”
Tanya hummed, quiet for a moment as she continued to watch the CU entertain her son, who was off from school today.
“It sure is something how some of them develop real personalities, huh?” She chuckled before returning her gaze to you. “That one’s stoic but gentle. Has a soft spot for kids and the elderly, I’ve seen it myself.”
She watched as you continued to avoid her gaze and stare at the ground.
Smirking, her voice was sly as she asked, “A super? Really? Is that the only reason you want him?”
“The only reason I’m willing to talk about,” you huffed, barely suppressing the urge to stick your tongue out at your friend and her annoying way of always being able to read you.
Tanya laughed. “He’s yours then. I’ll do a hard reset on him and hand him over before I clear out at the end of the week and then email you an invoice over the weekend.”
“Actually,” you finally glanced up, meeting her gaze. “Don’t hard reset him. I don’t want him wiped. He knows the history and intricacies of the property, and he knows me and…I want to keep him him.”
Eyes twinkling, Tanya shrugged. “Sure. I’ll just set you as the new primary user then, and you can update his programming and operating system however you want.”
Feeling your belly flutter, you bit back the huge smile dying to break free, instead offering a quiet, “Thanks.”
Shooting one more glance at the CU, you shook yourself, clapping your hands together as you asked Tanya to, “Show me the rooftop garden and greenhouse next?!”
God, you couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
He was yours now.
The Construction Unit AI you had grown so fond of over the past 18 months.
That you had fantasized about countless times as you lay tucked away in your bed late at night, all on your lonesome.
But not anymore.
Taking a sip from your wine glass, you watched him over the brim, feeling the liquor settle warm in your fluttering belly as you set the glass aside and moved closer to the AI.
He looked so much bigger up close and standing in the middle of your living room.
Your new 2-bedroom apartment still had a few stray moving boxes that needed unpacking, but you had gotten all of the furniture set up at least. Your living room had a warm, inviting ambiance to it as the tableside lamps glowed at either end of the sofa, and the pulled shades blocked the light from the streetlamps outside.
“Confirm name change?” you spoke softly as you circled around the AI and stood before him, your eyes lifting to meet his curious gaze.
“My former name, Construction Unit RT15, has now been updated to Curtis Everett.”
You smiled, something in your chest fluttering as you heard him speak the name you had picked out for him weeks ago in that deep, baritone voice of his.
“Excellent,” you praised, your gaze dipping to the way his blue and green flannel stretched over the width of his chest. “And confirm your new primary uses for me, please?”
“To maintain the safety and integrity of this property, to fulfill any maintenance requests as needed by you and its tenants, and to satisfy your every personal need,” Curtis dutifully recited. “As requested, I’ve bookmarked the building schematics on my hard drive to keep them top of mind should they be needed.”
You hummed, impressed, your gaze drifting lower to the way Curtis’ worn jeans tightly hugged his strong thighs. Your fingers itched to touch him. To feel his warmth and strength beneath your fingers at last.
It didn’t matter that he was an AI, to you, he was your dream man, and now he finally stood here before you, looking as human as any other man you’d ever interacted with, and ready and waiting to take care of your every need.
Head cocking to the side, Curtis observed aloud, “You’ve also updated my programming to enable some new features and support initiatives beyond the default Construction Unit parameters.”
“I have,” you replied, your gaze snapping up to meet his.
Something about the curiosity in his gaze–like he wasn’t expecting you to need or want him beyond a construction unit capacity–finally had you snapping.
Curtis grunted in surprise as you pushed him down into a sit on the sofa. The soft, primal sound went straight to your pussy, and you were already wet as you shrugged off the short, satin robe you had been wearing to cover your naked body.
He didn’t question the way you immediately straddled his lap, pressing your naked body flush to his still fully dressed one as your hands slid up his chest to grip his shoulders.
“It’s time for you to take care of me, Curtis. To satisfy my every need.” Your breath hitched as you met his surprisingly darker than before gaze. You felt your nipples tighten, the hard little buds aching now as you shifted closer to him. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” he murmured without hesitation. His eyes flickered over your face, drinking in your lustful look, before his gaze descended to your bare body. “You’re very beautiful.”
His genuine observation had your pussy clenching around nothing, and your voice was breathless as you whispered, “Tell me you want me.”
Curtis’ eyes snapped back up to yours, lit with a hungry kind of fire you hadn’t expected from an AI but were ecstatic to be on the receiving end of all the same. “I do,” he husked, “I do want you.”
Your next breath left you in a shuddering exhale, and you couldn’t resist as you slid one hand down Curti’s body to cup the erection straining at the front of his jeans. “I believe you.”
You gave him a squeeze, delighted as he groaned in response and rutted up into your touch.
Leaning in close, your words were a whisper against Curtis’ parted lips as you said, “Kiss me like you’ve been dreaming of your lips on mine for months.”
He watched you for a beat, his head cocking just slightly, eyes going distant before refocusing on you and shimmering with knowing now.
“What?” you breathed.
“I was just reviewing your primary user questionnaire data, all of your preferences and permissions, as well as your more intimate browser history, to learn how to best please you.”
You felt a tiny bit of embarrassment start to lap at you, but it was quickly squashed by the way Curtis reached out and firmly gripped your neck in one of his big hands. His eyes glittered as your own went wide, and he reeled you in as close as possible, his lips just hovering over yours before he tilted his head and reared up to kiss you breathless.
A sharp gasp spilled from your lips to his, and he swallowed it down with a throaty hum as his mouth worked against yours in a way that was like passion incarnate. Moaning, you sagged against him, fingers curling and digging into Curtis’ shoulders as his big, warm hands framed your hips then rounded your back, slowly smoothing up the bare expanse of your skin.
He wasn’t shy as he kissed you, he wasn’t unsure at all, he was as confident a kisser as you had ever experienced, the best you had ever experienced in fact, and you could only try your best to keep up with the addictive onslaught of his mouth, and the way your body prickled all over when Curtis’ tongue touched yours.
Eventually, you had to pull away to catch your breath, and only then did you realize the wanton way your hips were gently rocking against Curtis’ bulge. You moaned at the friction, shivering as Curtis’ touch continued to light your body on fire as he mapped every inch of you he could touch, learning all the dips and valleys of your figure.
Your breath caught when his hand touched your belly, warming your skin for a beat as his dark gaze met yours, and then his touch drifted lower, his fingers teasing along your slit.
“This is what you want?” he asked.
“God, yes,” you breathed, rocking your hips in encouragement. “Touch me. Fuck me. Make me feel good. Make me cum. Make me yours.”
Curtis’ gaze was avid as his fingers teased along your clit, cataloguing each and every one of your reactions and needy sounds as he played with your cunt.
When he finally sank two of his long, thick fingers inside of you, you groaned, dropping your head back as your mouth fell open and you rocked against his hand, desperate for more.
“Feel good?” he asked, leaning forward to trail his lips up the length of your throat.
“So good, don’t stop,” you pleaded.
Humming, Curtis pressed his lips against your neck as he began to fuck you with his fingers, keeping his strokes firm and deep and earning a soft cry or blissful keen from you each time his touch plunged back inside of you.
“Oh fuck,” you gasped as he shoved his fingers deep, cupping your cunt and grinding the heel of his hand against your throbbing clit, making your body light up in response.
Curtis’ free hand gripped the back of your neck, angling your face closer to his, so your dazed gaze could meet his own as he continued to rail you with his fingers and grind against your clit.
“Cum for me,” he commanded, rocking his hand harder, the wet squelching sounds of your messy pussy rising up around you both.
Your body obeyed his command, your pussy fluttering wildly around his fingers as you came hard. Bucking against his touch, you lost yourself to your pleasure, your head falling back and your cunt going wild at Curtis’ next words.
“Good girl.”
Moaning, you sagged against Curtis as your orgasm faded, your body still trembling with stray aftershocks as you struggled to catch your breath.
He nuzzled along your hairline, his fingers still tucked deep in your cunt as his free hand gently smoothed up and down your back.
Once your heart rate was nearly normal again, Curtis’ lips touched the shell of your ear, his voice a throaty rumble as he asked, “Do you want my cock next?”
You shivered, your pussy clenching around his fingers and making him laugh against your ear.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
You lifted your face from his shoulder, eyes wide with surprise as you met his watchful gaze. “You’re teasing me?”
“According to your preferences, as well as your reading and viewing habits, you seem to favor a more playful, dominant, and confident personality type. Should I walk back those traits?”
“No!” you rejected his offer so quickly, he smirked at you. “You’re right, I do favor them.” Leaning closer, you touched his beardy cheek. “Continue to be as perfect for me as possible.”
“As you wish,” Curtis murmured before kissing you hard.
You moaned as he licked his way into your mouth without preamble, drinking from you like he was the thirstiest non-man in existence. Once he had you desperately gasping for breath again, he retreated, his eyes sparkling and his nostrils flaring as he watched you for a long beat.
Then he moved so quickly, you squealed in alarm. By the time you regained your bearings, Curtis had you ass up, face down on the sofa, his body shoving between your legs as you heard the metallic drag of his zipper descending.
When you tried to glance over your shoulder at him, he gripped your nape firmly, a quiet, “No,” falling from his lips as he guided your head back down and your pussy fluttered wildly in response to his dominance.
He didn’t even undress all the way, just fished his big, hard cock from his jeans and shifted closer to you. You gasped as you felt the head of his length touch your messy folds, biting your lip as you spread your legs wider in invitation and shifted back against him.
“Look at how eager you are for it,” Curtis teased.
Moaning at his words, you pressed your face into the throw pillow beneath you, hyper aware of the way your pussy was weeping an endless river of arousal now.
“You’ve been waiting months and months for this, huh? To have this pretty pussy filled with my cock.”
“God, yes,” you whined, shoving back against him. “Please. Please fuck me. I want it so bad.”
“Oh, I know you do, honey,” Curtis hummed as he dragged his cock up and down your slit.
Your belly fluttered at the pet name, but you didn’t have long to dwell on it, because between one breath and the next, Curtis was lining himself up and slowly pushing into you.
“Ohhh my god,” you whined, reveling in the way his hard, thick cock stretched your pussy to the brink of too much. “Fuck.”
Curtis groaned as he settled inside of you to the hilt. One of his hands gripped your waist hard, the other smoothing up the length of your spine before collaring the back of your neck.
“Does it feel good for you, too?” you couldn’t help but wonder as you felt yourself clench around Curtis’ cock.
“It does,” Curtis gritted, giving a small rut that had you keening. “I’m outfitted with pleasure sensors for more intimate activities and support, and you’re lighting up each and every one of them.”
He groaned as he slowly pulled out of you, until just the tip of his cock filled your needy hole, and then he thrusted back into you hard and deep. You squealed at the delicious intrusion, your mouth hanging open as Curtis’ grip on your neck tightened and he started to fuck you with hard, deep thrusts.
“This is how you want it, right? You like it rough?” he asked, pausing just long enough for you to consent.
“Yes! God yes, I’ve been dreaming of this for so long. Fuck me, really fuck me. I wanna feel you for days.”
“Oh, you will,” Curtis promised, and then he really went at you.
You gasped as he drove into you hard, jerking your body forward with the force of it before he was retreating and doing it all over again. Moaning as the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room–along with the loud, messy squelches of your pussy–you could only take it as Curtis roughly pounded into you without relent.
Each and every thought in your mind evaporated one by one the more he went at you, and all you could focus on was the pleasure he was giving you, the way you had never felt so full, so good.
When he tilted your hips just so before plunging into you again, you keened long and loud, the new angle hitting that spot that lit your body up from the inside out just right.
“Yeah, there you go, let it feel good,” Curtis rasped as he fucked you faster. “You’re taking me so well, honey, this pussy was made to be filled and fucked by my cock.”
“Curtis,” you gasped his name as his hand strayed from your hip to your belly before his long fingers were swirling around your clit. “Oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
He did the opposite, his hips pistoning harder, making your new sofa squeak and rock as he rutted into your soft body over and over again. His fingers worked magic against the point of your pleasure until your orgasm was hitting you like a freight train and you were screaming in ecstasy as you clenched and pulsed around his cock.
“Mmmm, there you go, ride it out,” Curtis breathed against your ear, his body folding over your back and pressing flush against you as he continued to pound into you. “Bet you can give me one more,” he husked, his fingers rubbing at your clit now.
“I can’t–” you choked on your denial, mewling as another orgasm tore through you.
Your body trembled with the force it, your vision whiting out as you gasped and keened before finally collapsing against the sofa completely.
Curtis followed your descent, grunting like an animal as he chased his own release–which he genuinely seemed to need–and then he groaned loudly as his climax hit and he shoved into you hard and to the hilt.
You could feel his cock throb and pulse inside of you, the warmth of his release flooding your insides and making you moan as you squirmed beneath his heavy weight, pleasantly surprised that he could actually cum and he was doing so right now, pumping you full of him and making your pussy clench and flutter and milk him dry.
Curtis remained curled over you, not struggling in the least to hold his big body up. He wasn’t panting for breath like you either, but he was gently massaging your shoulders and caressing along your back as he finally eased himself up and away from you.
Deliriously well fucked, and covered in sweat, you groaned as you rolled onto your back and collapsed against the sofa. Your lips were curled in satisfaction as you watched Curtis watch you, unabashed as his still-hard cock jutted free from his jeans and shined with your juices.
You couldn’t help it as you spread your legs and trailed your fingers between them, scooping up the cum that had just trickled out of your cunt and raising your fingers to inspect it.
“It looks and feels so real,” you observed, your eyes meeting Curtis’ as you sucked your fingers into your mouth before pulling them free. “Tastes real too.”
He grinned at you, and it was boyish and beautiful and had your belly somersaulting as your chest fluttered.
“My hardware was crafted to mimic the biological functions of a real man as closely as possible,” he explained. “Except for the ability to reproduce, of course.”
“Of course.” Your gaze trailed lower, and you grinned at Curtis’ still hard state. “Looks like you have very good stamina, too.” You shamelessly spread your legs wider, crooking a finger at him to gesture him closer. “Which I’m more than happy to take advantage of.”
Grinning as he crawled over you, Curtis replied, “It’s not taking advantage because I’m meant to satisfy your every need.” His gaze met yours as he slid a hand up your inner thigh and slotted himself between your legs. “And I will.”
lollll the way I was not prepared for this degree of filth on their first go lolol. But they got what they wanted, that’s for sure.
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