Side blog for smutty fanfic exclusively. 18+ only. Fandoms include Marvel (Loki, Moon Knight and Stucky fics preferred), Supernatural (Sam girl) and a smattering of monsterfucking here and there.
Warnings: Smut. Smut, feels, and Sam Winchester being wonderful. There’s a brief moment of post-traumatic dissociation, but the traumatic event itself isn’t discussed or really even named. Otherwise, it’s about as gooey and sweet as a fuckin marshmallow. This is like… fix-it fic for life-canon.
A/N: Whether it was rape or coercion or just a partner who didn’t care enough to make you feel comfortable, I think almost every woman knows what it’s like to feel powerless or unsafe during sex. This is about agency and trust and hang-ups and recovery, and how partners should handle those things.
This was inspired by a request from @the-departed-patato. Thank you for trusting me with this one. I didn’t realize until I started typing that this was something I really really needed to write.
Also, major thanks to the Slack squad for edits and support and trying to curb my comma habit: @rockhoochie, @icemankazansky, @fangirlxwritesx67, @stunudo y’all are amazing.
Here’s my heart, don’t break it.
It’s all that I ask, nothing more.
- “Moonlight,” Future Islands
1.
This is so stupid.
This is Sam. This is sweet, kind, gentle Sam, and I’m head over heels for him.
I want him. How could I not? I’ve wanted to do this since I met him, and now I can. He tugs his shirt over his head, and I can run my hand up his side, down his chest, tracing the ripply contours of abs, and god dammit, I want him.
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Marc Spector x gn!reader • angst, domestic fluff, food, mentions of Moon-Knight-typical violence, mention of death • wc: 533
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Sometimes Marc seems to forget, somehow, that you love him.
The way he slightly flinches when you rush to hug him as he walks through the front door.
You learned a while ago it isn't withdrawal, rejection.
He's not afraid of you. He just forgets, when he leaves the house, that you'll be that happy to see him when he returns.
Or the way he almost shrugs you off when you kiss his cheek in the kitchen.
He's trying to cook a meal for you. It's one of the only things he can actually do for you. Do right.
And you go and re-wire his brain with a soft kiss on his cheek in between tasks.
His face scrunches up and he shakes his head through a reluctant, half-smiling smirk.
"I'm cooking," he'll mutter, concentrating on chopping while you beam at him adoringly.
When he gets home from a mission and you pull his head down to your chest, in bed.
You rake your fingers through his curls while he listens to your steady heartbeat.
He resists you sometimes. That’s when you know he’s taken a life.
He forgets you can love him then. He forgets you understand, he only takes life to save life.
You reach for him, but he shrugs one shoulder. “‘s okay. I’ll go shower.”
He’ll stand there til the water runs cold and beyond, if you let him. If you don’t step in there with him, wrap your arms around his torso from behind. Or at least turn the water off for him and wrap him up in a big, fluffy towel.
"You're supposed to be sleeping," he mumbles as you towel dry his hair.
"Sleep better with you." Your gentle touch makes him tremble.
Your eyebrows arch, questioning if he needs space.
He whispers your name brokenly, fingertips brushing hesitantly at the hem of your sleeve.
He might as well be throwing his arms around you.
"Bed or couch?" You ask him, tracing your fingertips underneath his palm. You give him time to remove his hand or grasp yours.
"It's 2 A.M." He shakes his head once. You're tired. You shouldn't have to do all this for him.
"Bed...or couch?" You repeat, relieved as he grips your hand. "Or kitchen?" You smile at him, which reminds him how much you love a late night (or early morning) snack.
He works his lips in a straight line of contemplation at first, then a slight pout at himself, for always putting you in these situations. A snack will definitely make up for some of it, and he is the only one who can cook a damn thing.
"Nachos? And a DVD." His eyes go wide and hopeful.
"Something sweet," you counter, inching closer. "And nothing from the 80s."
"Done." He nods. “But you gotta sleep, baby.”
“Done,” you echo.
An hour later, the worst DVD from 1992 plays softly. Desserts plates are stashed messily on the coffee table.
You rest across Marc’s lap, asleep. His fingertips trace up and down the length of your arm.
An ache blooms in his chest.
But not from shame or regret. Not this time.
He just forgets, sometimes, how much you love him.
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Summary: Under the impression that you enjoy sex more with Marc, Steven decides to take control for a change.
Content Warning: Allusions to oral (m receiving). Cunnilingus. Fingering. Sex. He touches her ass hole??? Lmao. Steven is a jealous dork, but it’s hot. 18+
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: That gif is enough to make my toes curl!! Anyways, this was a request by @dualbrokenmoon and I simply couldn’t ignore it. This is basically just dialogue and smut, but I had fun looking at that gif while writing it, so I can’t complain.
Steven watched you carefully as you picked up a large strawberry and put it to your pretty lips. When you bit into the juicy, red fruit, he felt a twitch in his pants and his lips turned up at the corners.
How was it possible to look that sexy while eating fruit? It was a strawberry. Nothing about it was provocative or particularly phallic, but with little effort, you made it look that way.
MASTERLIST - Concubine!Marc Spector x Queen!reader
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In a female-dominated society, Marc Spector is presented to you, the queen, as a prized virgin, to become your newest concubine.
cw: He's a concubine so, nsfw, obviously, mentions of past abuse and violence, language, angst, romance, smut. Mentions of death and loss, including the loss of a child. Discussions of mental health and religion as it applies to this particular world/story. I'll add as I go.
There are sooo many brilliant fics in the Oscar world (some of you write them!) But sometimes, the older stories get lost in the shuffle, especially if that writer has written less for whatever life reason.
So! I am going to rec some mutuals that all OI fans should know!
(please lmk if you would like to be removed)
This will be tricky because I will inevitably leave someone out, but I don't mean to. Also, I am not the authority/gatekeeper of this info. I simply want to share the ✧ ancient wisdoms ✧ I have personally attained.
Some of these people post a lot and some don't. Some of them have thousands of followers and have been around for a long time.
Of course you all know @reallyrallyauthor and @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction - they write and post frequently, and have been around a while. Can't say enough about these sweetie pops.
@missdictatorme is around too so make sure you check her out, especially if you want the best banter, strong/sassy reader characters, humor, wit and scalding hot stories. And of course Dolli herself is hilarious
For beautiful prose and lots of yummy Poe and Santiago content, go see @campingwiththecharmings
For some incredible anguished beauty and all manner of amazing stories for OI, go see @moonknightly, who was definitely married to Marc before I was. Just read her new Santiago story and it got me good.
If you ship Rey + Poe from Star Wars, go see @virtie333. She also has a Moon Knight story (still on my list) and a Triple Frontier story (freaking amazing), probably others. There's one where Rey and Poe survive a snow storm that I'm still in awe of.
@whatthefishh - there aren't enough Rydal Keener fics in this world, but you can find them here, among others
@brandyllyn has a wide variety of stories, but lots of Poe and Santiago as well, including a story in my top 5 of all time, Alabanza.
@eyelessfaces - treasure trove of fics
@felix24601 - writes for a variety of fandoms, but has a lot of Triple Frontier stuff and some Moon Knight stuff. Amazing world builder and has some dark stories if that's your thing. Changed blogs, so message him if you need links/help
@howellatme -I consider howell the authority on Richard Muñoz, but that's not all she writes
@faretheeoscar - yes, the OI news sharing artist is also a writer!
@backp0rchpoet - everything is hottttt and i love their sick banners
I know there are more writers, I'm sorry if I missed a great one! Not all of the ones I've read have honored me with mutalism. And this is a moots list. Also, some of you may write, but I might not be aware if I couldn't find your masterlist, and believe me, I did a deep dive on a lot of people!
Please feel free to add to this list. I want to be following all the OI writers! And please lmk if you want to be removed.
Eldritch-Kelpie!Steven Grant x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •
This was written for the @folklore-n-fairytales zine, which you can download for free here!
There are so many amazing stories and fanworks that such talented people made <3
Summary: You speak to your friend who lives in the marsh.
Warnings: References to Steven eating someone that has been bothering reader's family, brief mention of reader having a brother and sister in law, monster fucking, multiple hands/mouths/cocks, cream pie, oral (reader receiving), please let me know if I've missed a warning.
Word Count: 2324
The water is unsurprisingly cold as you dip your feet into it. But still, the shock of it almost takes your breath away.
You move a little, getting comfortable as you sit on the grassy edge of the marsh, your bag on the side.
At the far edge off to the right, where reeds and twisted tree roots skim and spike out of the water, something catches your eye. A battered, red cap. You think. You hope… don’t worry about that.
You sway your feet back and forth absentmindedly in the water as you look up at the rich blue sky, scattered with the occasional cloud. But you don’t have to wait long.
Gentle ripples sway the lake, suddenly moving in the wrong direction to the wind. The icy water warms quickly to a pleasant above body temperature before telltale bubbles break the surface, an arm's width away from your legs.
Unintentionally, you hold your breath and smile, a twist of excitement settling in your chest. A sensation that has only grown the more you’ve seen him.
He pokes his head out of the water and grins as he wipes his dark hair away from his face. “Hello, love!”
“Hello, Steven.” You give him a little wave and he mirrors the action before he swims closer.
He moves like liquid in the water, like he is part of the lake itself. It had unsettled you the first time you met, how the water didn’t even seem to waver under his strokes.
He stops in front of you, slightly to your left, his collarbones just peaking out of the dark lake. You’d only seen more of his body than that once from behind, just a few extra inches of his back.
“I bought you some cake.” You reach into your bag and pull it out, “no eggs or milk.”
His eyes light up as you hold it out to him. He takes it carefully, the very tips of his fingers, oddly warm for a creature that lived in water, just brush against yours. You swallow.
“Thank you so much, you didn’t have to.” He gives you a warm smile as he takes a bite, licking his lips when some of the icing sticks to his skin. His tongue is longer than a human's by a fraction, his teeth ever so slightly sharper.
Once, when he had laughed deeply, throwing his head back at something you said, you’d caught a glimpse down his throat. You had been sure you’d seen another set of pointed teeth jutting out of his soft palate.
You take out your own lunch from your bag and start eating.
“How has everything been going? Is your brother and his wife well?” Steven asks innocently, his large dark eyes watching you sincerely. There should be nothing that makes you pause or think any differently.
“Good, they’re good.” You smile and bite your lip. “No more problems from…” His face flashes before your mind’s eye, that red cap that he never took off. You don’t want to say his name.
Steven quirks an eyebrow, dipping his lower face just under the water’s surface for a moment.
“It’s like it’s disappeared.” You breathe in. “No one’s seen him since…” Since you told Steven about him, how he was tormenting and harassing your family.
“Since?” He smiles sweetly and licks his bottom lip. There’s another flash of his sharp, sharp teeth.
You breathe out. “For a few days.”
Steven nods. “That’s good. I’m sure he won’t be around to bother you anymore.”
For a moment, you hold his gaze, seemingly unable to do much else. Finally, you break it and look down at your fingers. You nod. “Yeah, I hope so.”
“I assure you.” The touch of his fingers against your calf makes you jump. You’re still not used to how quickly and silently he can move in the water.
“I’m sorry,” he holds up his hands and smiles apologetically.
You shake your head, giving him a small smile. “It’s alright.”
“Are you sure?” He gives you a cheeky grin, “Most people are usually… apprehensive of my touch.” Lightly, he ghosts the tip of his forefinger from your ankle up the back of your leg, stopping short of your knee.
You swallow, your heartbeat drumming under your skin. Part of you is aware that you should be feeling fear, some kind of self-preservation. “Should I be worried?” You try to make your voice light, but it comes out too quiet. “That your touch will turn to glue?”
“And that’ll drag you into the water’s icy depths?” There’s a beat of a second where Steven stares at you, his eyes and voice faintly hypnotic, otherworldly. But he giggles, breaking the tension. “That only happens if you touch first, and without permission.” He smiles. “You have my word that I would never harm you, love.”
“I hope it didn’t…” You flounder with your words.
“Insult me?” He shakes his head as he trails his fingers just above your knee. “Oh no, not at all. I get it. Humans are wary creatures. Sometimes. You don’t know all the rules.”
“The rules?”
“You’ve got your own social constructs to adhere to, your own limits of your physiology. Though…” He moves a fraction closer. “I get why some could be insulted. And you’d have to make it up to them somehow… Or they might take a kindness on your part as a need to do one in return, or vice versa.” He shrugs, inches his hand higher. “It can be a complicated thing.”
You shiver as he gently strokes the soft skin of your inner thigh, your legs widening a little on instinct.
“But our relationship isn’t that complicated, is it, love?” He slides through the water, lightly pressing between your legs so that your calves rest on the outside of his upper arms.
You squirm a little, excitement pooling in your belly. You should stand up, move away. Run through the marshes until you reach your home. But instead, you stay exactly where you are.
“We don’t do things for each other because of some boring tit for tat,” he shakes his head. “Or expectation that the other will give them something.” He presses a feather-light kiss to your inner knee. “Do we?”
You shake your head and he rewards you by kissing a fraction higher. You dig your fingers into the bank, crushing the grass and burying dirt under your nails.
He watches you intently with his dark eyes, seemingly reading your mind. He snakes his hand around your left leg, gently pushing you a little wider before he moves closer, presses his lips to your inner thigh again. Slowly, he parts his lips and drags the edge of his oh so sharp teeth across your skin.
You shiver, swallow, let out a little gasp and sigh.
He’s careful as he draws his teeth along, never breaking the skin, but leaving a satisfying scrap of sensation in its wake. He grins at your reaction, humming a little in contentment.
“You’re always so kind to me, love. Visiting and bringing me cakes and asking for nothing in return.” He dips his chin down into the water for a moment before bobbing back up. “But I’d like to taste something sweeter. If you’d let me?” He skims the tips of his fingers just under the hem of your skirt, “I won’t bite, I promise,” and gives you a cheeky smile.
You hold his gaze, you should at least consider what you are getting yourself into before you make a decision? Right?
But you nod before the thought even finishes.
His grin widens.
Steven moves forward in a rush, his hands pushing on your thighs so that you have to brace your elbows on the grass to stop yourself from falling completely. He buries his head under your skirt, snapping his teeth into the edge of your underwear and tearing them clean in two.
You don’t even get a chance to comment on it before his warm, wet tongue is sliding along your folds and sinking inside.
His own groan overshadows yours, his eyes fluttering closed as his fingers dig into your skin.
Pleasure twirls dizzingly quickly in your stomach, makes your legs shake. You gasp out his name in a sob as his tongue twists and sinks impossibly deeper, far longer and thicker than it should be. He presses the bridge of his nose against your clit, rubbing you rhythmically with the push and pull of his tongue.
You grab hold of your clothing, yanking your skirt to your waist so you can see him and then lightly stroking your hand through his hair. He moans, his eyes opening the smallest fraction. His look is possessive, all-consuming. It should scare you.
Your back arches as you try to press closer, to rock against him and chase the sensation. It’s bubbling up so fast you’re lightheaded. Disoriented. Uncaring about how loud you’re being.
His tongue thickens even more as he pushes further in, widening you in a way you haven’t felt before. You gasp, your blood singing and then cry out his name in a rush as your orgasm overwhelms you completely.
You shake in his grip, floating on euphoria before he slowly pulls out.
You collapse against the grass, eyes closed, breathing heavily, a fine sheen of sweat covering your skin. “Steven, that…” You’re not sure what to say, how to say it.
“Thank you so much for helping me with this, love.” He says sweetly, much closer than you realised. He kisses your lips sweetly, gentle, but greedy as he slips his tongue past your lips. You moan against his mouth, widening your legs instinctively as he settles between them and lacing your fingers with his when he takes hold of your hands.
It’s then that another pair of hands slide up your legs, pushing you wide and open. You flinch, your eyes opening as you pull back from the kiss.
“Steven-”
“Hmm, love, you taste so good.” He kisses you again, groaning loudly, covering your body with his. The length of his heavy cock presses against your clit and stomach, he rolls his hips slowly, rubbing it along your bundle of nerves until you gasp and rock back against him.
“Thank you so much for helping me with this.” He pants.
There’s the sound of more coming out of the water, immense and weighty. You pull your head to the side to look, and grimace in pain. It spikes along your head and vibrates behind your eyes. Too much, too much. It doesn’t make sense, it hurts just to look. Limbs and appendages and a dark mass. Like the tail of some huge whale or squid. But not. There are hooves, horses legs, two press into the grass either side of you, bent over like spider legs.
“Don’t look, love.” Steven takes your cheeks in another pair of his hands, stroking your skin and making you stare only at his face. “It’s just me, just me.”
You nod as he soothes, still rubbing between your legs. He kisses you again, his hands still squeezing yours and lightly pinning you to the ground. One hand on your cheek moves up to gently cover your eyes to keep you safe. The other trails down, slicing through your dress and bra so that he can get to your soft skin.
You moan softly into his mouth as he squeezes your right breast, kneading the flesh with his fingers.
“It’s okay, I’m going to make you feel so good.” He whispers in your ear despite his mouth being against yours.
You shiver as he kisses your throat, down your chest and licks at your left breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth until you keen.
Something presses between your legs, thicker than the cock that rubs along your stomach and clit. The hands on your legs are joined by others, moving you wider as the tip of his second cock presses at your pussy.
You flinch away from it, despite the pleasure buzzing along your veins and liquifying your mind.
“It’s okay,” he breathes, his voice heavy with arousal. Two thumbs spread your folds as he notches at your entrance. His skin is so warm against yours, his muscles tensing as he moves. He sinks inside and you moan, stretched wider than you have ever been.
Another tongue drags along your ass before gliding past your cheeks to lap at your hole. You shiver, overwhelmed with sensation as he sinks deeper, rubbing against your clit and licking your entrance.
His second cock finally bottoms out, filling you so completely you’re sure you can feel him in your lungs.
“Love, you’re so tight. God,” he whines against your ear as he sucks on your tongue. His second cock pulses, practically vibrating and you scream as pleasure builds and builds until you’re sure you’re going to burst at the seams.
All it takes is one more long drag over your clit for you to tense and light explodes behind your eyes.
“Fuck!” Steven groans low in his chest as he comes, his seed pumping into you until you’re overflowing with it. “Don’t, don’t worry.” He swallows, gasping as he keeps coming, riding out his orgasm with your body. “It’s, it’s not fertilised.” He stammers, his hips still moving.
You’re too blissed out to really register what he said, but you squeeze his hands in yours.
“You alright?” He mutters as he moves his lips back from your mouth.
You heave out a gasp, managing a nod.
Steven chuckles, “Good, good, love. I knew you’d be able to handle all of this.” His voice is like silk, soft and tempting as his second cock slips messily from your core, only for a third, thick and hard to press against you in its place.
He swallows down your moans and whimpers as he starts to press inside.
He’s so closed off, his hands clasped together - but he’s also leaning forward into her space and reminiscing about their wedding. He clearly wants to connect but can’t quite take that last step. Maybe he doesn’t feel he has the right to want that after the hurt he’s caused her.
But! The moment she touches him he opens up, his hands falling apart so she can hold them. He’s watching their hands instead of her face, watching her reach out and connect to him with this tiny intimacy that he wanted to initiate but couldn’t.
Summary: After a night spent celebrating a successful mission, Poe finds out that his mechanic's bed is way more comfortable than his own. A drunken request to sleep over is only the beginning.
Tags: drinking, sharing a bed, it's impossible to resist Poe's big brown eyes when he asks for something, sleep sex, dry humping
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Kaeira stumbled over her feet and threw a hand over her mouth to muffle a giggle. It was late and she didn't want to wake the whole base but she couldn't help the laughter that rose in her chest.
One of the pilots, she thought maybe Snap - who was just as sloshed - shushed her and she flapped a dismissive hand at them as she led the group through the dark, quiet base back to her quarters.
Black Squadron had just come off a successful mission and wanted to celebrate their victory with their faithful ground crew and a few drinks. A few turned into more, and as the hours passed people had slowly peeled away to head for their beds until there were only a handful of pilots and crew left.
This was the group she was leading back to her room. The drinks that Poe and Jess had bought had run out and it had looked like the party would break up for good until she remembered that she had a bottle of Fizzzz stashed in her room. Rather than Kaeira leaving to get it, everyone decided to simply move the party to her room.
She keyed in the code to her door, shushing the others as she ushered them in so as not to bother her neighbours. Once the door was shut she pulled out the bottle and opened it up, glancing around at the assembled group as it began to be shared around.
Snap was slumped in her desk chair, half-asleep as he passed the bottle down to Jess where she lay sprawled on the floor, laughing. Poe tossed her a pillow off Kaeira's bed as he settled in, reclining back on his elbows with his legs hanging off the side. Even drunk he looked good enough to eat, and she had to wrench her eyes away from his tousled hair and wide smile as she sat down at the foot of her bed.
A moment later Jess passed her the bottle and she took a long swig of the sweet, bubbly liquid. She'd had a crush on Poe for ages and could usually manage to keep it under wraps, but the close quarters and drunken lack of inhibition was making it so much harder now. She could feel her cheeks getting hot and could only hope that it would be attributed to the alcohol burning its way down her throat instead.
She passed the bottle to Poe and studiously looked away as he took a drink, trying not to think about how his lips were touching the glass right where hers had a moment before. Instead she laughed at a story Jess had told a million times before, trying to ground herself in the company of friends.
A moment later she jerked at a nudge against her arm. When she glanced over, Poe was holding out the bottle to her with a warm, easy smile.
“Snap's had enough,” he said as he pressed the bottle into her unresisting hand and tilted his head in Snap’s direction.
He did look worse for wear, she thought as she took a swig, and she spared a thought to the hope that he wouldn't get sick on her rug. She lingered over the bottle for a moment, thinking about Poe's mouth, before passing it back to Jess.
The bottle went around twice more before Snap groaned, rubbing his eyes and slumping even more heavily in his seat. From her spot on the floor Jess heaved a sigh of agreement and sat up.
“C'mon, it's time for bed,” she said to Snap, holding out a hand for him to haul her to her feet. After a few attempts they both managed to gain their feet, swaying.
As they slowly made their way back to their rooms Kaeira glanced over at Poe, who hadn't moved an inch. Instead he held the bottle up, sloshing the contents to check how much remained.
“Wanna split the rest?” he asked, offering the bottle to her.
She couldn't resist his offer, accepting the cool glass from his hand and taking a swig. Bubbles went up her nose and she laughed to herself as she passed it back to Poe, trying to stay calm now that it was just the two of them left.
This time she couldn't help but watch as his head tipped back, full lips pursed around the mouth of the bottle. She swallowed as his throat worked, unable to help the surge of desire that washed through her at the sight.
He'd always been friendly with her, but as she partied with the pilots and other crew members tonight it had felt like he was paying her more attention than normal. Her heart had leapt, but she decided to wait until tomorrow to look things over with a more level head. Maybe she was imagining things.
She drunkenly talked shop with Poe as they polished off the rest of the bottle - she'd recently gotten a line on a decent second-hand grav drive and she thought it might boost the acceleration on his X-Wing, which he heartily agreed with. In fact, he immediately promised her anything she wanted if she could get it for his ship.
His low, fervent voice had a shiver going up her spine as her mind conjured up all the dirty, satisfying things that anything might encompass. She coughed, trying to clear her mind as she nodded in response. “I'll see what I can do.”
She reached for the bottle again, taking a sip to cover her reaction to him. When she passed it back she couldn't help but notice how he'd managed to slowly sprawl out sideways across her bed. He was now flat on his back with Jess's discarded pillow tucked behind his head, lazily leaning up to take sips every time she passed the bottle to him.
His eyes were half shut as she talked, and she couldn't resist reaching out to poke his side.
“You'd better not be falling asleep,” she playfully chided.
“M’not,” he answered, his voice soft.
“You are! In my bed!” Not that she really minded, but it was fun to tease.
“My room's so far,” he murmured, before he rolled onto his side to face her with a drunken attempt at puppy-dog eyes. Unfortunately, she found they were still devastatingly effective. “Can I stay here?”
Before she could think better of it she was nodding, lost in his dark, long-lashed eyes. “Sure, yeah.”
She finally managed to wrench her gaze away from him, feeling a flush work its way down her neck at the thought of sharing a bed with the man she'd had a crush on for so long. To distract herself from those thoughts she thrust the almost-empty bottle at him. “Here, finish this off?”
He accepted the task of consuming the last inch of liquid, rolling back onto his back and making himself comfortable on her bed. Even though he was clearly buzzed, his smile, when he flashed it at her, was devastating.
“Y're the best, thanks. I swear you've got a nicer mattress than the rest of us.” His voice was soft and low with tiredness, just for her, and it made her want to lean in closer.
Instead she eased off the bed and headed for the ‘fresher, washing her face and quickly brushing her teeth as she got ready for bed. While she had a moment to herself she made stern, slightly cross-eyed eye contact with herself in the mirror - just because he asked to stay over didn't mean that he was interested in her like that.
Despite the fire burning in her for the handsome man on her bed, she could feel fatigue weighing on her shoulders from the late hour and the amount of alcohol she'd consumed throughout the night. Sliding into bed sounded amazing right now, and she steeled herself to do just that and nothing more.
When she came back into the room Poe slowly rolled to his feet, carefully placing the now-empty bottle on her desk and heading for the ‘fresher himself. When he passed her, she caught the subtle, spicy scent of his cologne and had to bite her lip against a sound of want at the way it curled through her.
Thankfully he didn't notice and once the ‘fresher door shut behind him she was faced with a new problem - what to wear to bed. She didn't really own pajamas, but maybe she could quickly figure something out? Or maybe she should just go to bed fully dressed? She cringed at the thought of sleeping in her bra, and eventually decided to just do what she always did - he was the one joining her, after all.
She quickly shucked off her pants and pulled her bra out from under her undershirt before slipping under the covers, sighing in contentment as the cool sheets slid against her bare legs and her apparently unfairly comfortable mattress cradled her tired body.
As she heard the ‘fresher door open she rolled in bed to face the wall, giving Poe some privacy as he joined her. Despite the tension running through her body at the thought of him climbing into her bed, exhaustion was pulling her eyes closed and forcing her body to slowly shut down.
Her tired ears heard the soft rustling of clothes before the bed dipped and he let out a quiet, contented groan as he joined her under the covers. A moment later the lamp clicked off, plunging the room into welcoming darkness.
“Mmm, thanks for letting me stay,” he whispered, his voice soft and heavy with sleep. “I owe you one.”
“It's no problem,” she whispered back, her jaw cracking on a yawn. It really wasn't. He was being a perfect gentleman, staying to his side of the bed and not hogging the covers, and the slow, steady sound of his breathing was beginning to lull her to sleep.
As she felt herself drifting off she spared a thought to wishing he wasn't being such a gentleman, but even so, this was still nice. She slowly fell asleep listening to the sound of his even breaths, her thoughts fading into dreams.
Maybe it was the alcohol or the tension still simmering in her belly, but after wading through disjointed, nonsensical dreams for what felt like hours she found herself dreaming of her own bed. Only this time, Poe wasn't staying politely on his side.
Instead, his front was pressed against hers, almost scorching her through her shirt with the amount of heat pouring off him. Her nose was full of the scent of his cologne and she took a greedy breath, sucking it deep into her lungs.
Without thinking she shifted closer, making her body rub against his and sending little sparks zinging along her nerves. A pleased sound escaped her throat and she did it again, humming louder when she felt his hard cock digging into her stomach through the thin fabric of his underwear. This was even better than she'd imagined.
His legs moved restlessly against hers and without thinking she automatically parted her knees so he could slide one between. She was burning up with need and when he snugged his thigh up tight against her core she sighed in relief.
As the dream progressed she caressed over the hot, smooth skin of his chest, feeling his heart pounding under her palm. His hand in turn slid down her bare leg to hook behind her knee and tug it high over his hip, opening her fully to the perfect pressure of his hard thigh right where she needed it. It wasn't enough though, not until her hips hitched forward of their own volition, rubbing herself firmly over him and making her gasp at the rush of pleasure it provoked.
His breath caught in his throat and his hips thrust forward in turn to drag the hot, hard length of him over her stomach. She could feel him starting to pant and she wasn't in any better shape as the movement shifted his leg against the soaked fabric of her panties, giving her the friction she needed. She was in heaven.
His hand smoothed back up her thigh to curl around her lower back. It stayed there, a searing brand under her shirt that spanned almost the full width of her back, and slowly nudged her forward as his hips rolled into her again. She moved with him, grinding her barely-clothed centre over the hard muscle of his thigh as he thrust against her stomach.
They were both gasping and moaning softly as they found a rhythm that worked. As their bodies writhed against each other she tried to wrest control of the dream - she wanted to push his briefs down and touch him, she wanted to roll onto her back and pull him over her, into her - but the pleasure shuddering through her was too overwhelming to do anything else.
As she held on tightly to his side she could feel his muscles shifting under his skin and it made her wish she could see him, but the dream wouldn't let her open her eyes. He was hot and hard and gasping for breath as he moved with her and the image it painted in her mind was so stunning she could barely stand it.
She shivered and ground herself against his thigh, shamelessly chasing her own pleasure as it built and built and built. She was panting open-mouthed against his throat as tension coiled deep within her and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
It was just too good - the feel of his bare skin against hers, his hand pressing hot against her back as he urged her to move with him, his thigh grinding up into her wet, needy core, the smell of his cologne, the low sounds of pleasure he let slip - all of it was driving her crazy. This was the best dream she'd ever had and she never wanted to wake up.
As she ground against him she could feel his thrusts getting shorter and sharper the longer he chased his own pleasure. His breath came out in low groans and sighs against her hair and his arm tightened around her to press her against his chest - he was clearly as close to the edge as she was.
As the pressure within her grew to be unbearable she shifted closer, gripping him even tighter while she worked herself against him. The roll of her hips got choppier as her breath came faster and faster. As if he could tell how close she was to falling, his thigh suddenly pressed up harder between her legs until she shuddered helplessly.
Her hips jerked forward and she fell over the edge with a loud moan of his name.
The sudden sound jerked her out of the spell she'd been under and her eyes flew open to see Poe's shocked face. He startled awake just as his hips stuttered into her and he came, his eyes gleaming wide and surprised in the darkness before rolling back on a long, low groan.
Her legs clamped down around his thigh as her body quaked through her climax and he held her just as tightly. She could feel heat spreading along her hip and her legs clenched a little tighter around his thigh as her body throbbed at the feel of him coming apart.
He eventually came down and loosened his grip on her. Both of them were breathing hard.
“Kriff, I... Thought I was dreaming,” he said wonderingly. His voice was low and hoarse and it made her shiver pleasantly and lean in closer.
“Me too,” she breathed, still overcome from her own climax and from the surprise of finding herself in his arms for real.
He absentmindedly stroked a hand up her back under her shirt and without thinking she stretched into the caress with a low, pleased sound. Her nerves were still fizzing and his touch set off little aftershocks of delight under her skin.
He made a happy sound of his own at that and did it again, watching as her eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure of his touch. If she hadn’t just come her brains out she probably could’ve kept her reaction under control, but as it was she was too wrung out to pretend she didn't love it.
As her eyes slowly opened again, she saw him lean in close until his forehead bumped against hers and they were breathing the same air, both of them panting in sync.
“This isn’t how I planned to ask,” he murmured with a fond grin, “but do you want to go out tomorrow? I found a little place that serves Iberican food in town that I’d like to take you to.”
She sucked in a startled breath and felt a soft, wondering smile grew on her face as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. “Yeah, I’d like that. I’d really like that.”
His smile widened and he stroked up her back again, his broad palm sweeping along her bare skin and making her break out in pleasurable, post-orgasmic goosebumps. He ducked his face to press a soft kiss to her lips. "It's a date then," he murmured.
They sank into a slow, exploratory kiss for a long moment, reveling in the newness of each other’s bodies as they come down from their highs. Eventually Poe shifted his hips against her and grimaced at the cooling mess in his briefs. He gently pulled away and she let him, her thighs releasing his as he rolled onto his back and onto his other side before tossing off the blankets and standing.
She watched with idle enjoyment as the muscles in his toned back shifted in the light of this planet’s three moons while he made his way to the ‘fresher. Once the door was shut she buried her face in her pillow to muffle a happy sound. Poe asked her out! He’d been wanting to ask her since before he woke up mid-orgasm in her bed! Her crush wasn't unrequited after all!
She rolled onto her back and stared up at the dark ceiling, remembering the way his body had moved against hers, the heat of his skin and the soft sounds of pleasure he made. It was unbelievable that she knew what he looked like in the throes of passion now, when a few hours ago she was suffering from the sight of him fully dressed lounging on her bed.
The ‘fresher door opened and she rolled toward him with a smile that slowly fell off her face as instead of climbing back into bed he bent down to hunt around on the floor for his clothes. She made a little questioning sound and he glanced up, his discarded pants in his hands.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice soft as her brows furrowed in confusion. As she waited for his answer she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering across the planes of his bare chest, highlighted in the moonlight, her gaze following the cut of his hips down to the tight black briefs he was still wearing.
“I thought I should probably head back and finish the night in my own bed,” he whispered, and as he continued he ran his hand along the back of his neck and shot her an embarrassed smile. “Let you get some sleep without me pawing at you in my dreams.”
She couldn't help but return his smile with one of her own, feeling her heart melt at his sweetness even while she shivered pleasantly at the thought of more. That decided her and she decisively flung back the blankets and patted the bed invitingly. “Come here.”
He dropped his pants gratifyingly fast and slid back into bed beside her. “Yeah?” he asked as he wrapped her in his arms.
“Yeah,” she sighed, relaxing into his embrace. He was warm and strong, surrounding her with acres of smooth bare skin and the scent of his cologne, and she couldn't help but snuggle in closer. There was nowhere else she'd rather be than in his arms. Her arm wrapped around his waist in return and he hummed a happy sound and pulled her in even closer against his chest. She hid a smile in his neck - Poe Dameron, ace pilot and secret snuggler, who would have guessed?
His body went lax against hers and she could feel her eyes closing at the heat and calming pressure of his embrace. As much as she wanted to explore him more right now, her body desperately needed sleep.
As she started to drift off she heard a muffled murmur from Poe: “Wake me up earlier, next time? I don’t want to miss anything.”
She huffed a tired laugh and stroked her hand up his back. “Deal, if you’ll do the same for me.”
“Yeah.”
She drifted off to the sound of his soft breathing and the feel of his body surrounding her, dreaming of the morning and the date that awaited.
Don't think about quietly celebrating Marc Spector's birthday. Don't think about how the apprehensive look would slip off his face when you bring out the cake you made just for him. Don't think about how his entire being would soften as you gently sing him happy birthday. Don't think about how for the first time in a long time he feels loved on his birthday. Don't think about the look on his face when you make him blow out the candles. Don't think about-
I cant believe this fandom is ignoring the allegations. Some serious allegations against Oscar isaac the allegations that he is a babygirl cutie angel!
MASTERLIST - Concubine!Marc Spector x Queen!reader
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In a female-dominated society, Marc Spector is presented to you, the queen, as a prized virgin, to become your newest concubine.
cw: He's a concubine so, nsfw, obviously, mentions of past abuse and violence, language, angst, romance, smut. Mentions of death and loss, including the loss of a child. I'll add as I go.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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Ignore whatever it says in canon, pick a Blorbo, what star sign are they?
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I honestly think that Marc Spector's birthday is May 20th, so he is a cusp baby - Marc is a Taurus (STUBBORN and dependable), but Steven is a Gemini (adaptable and curious). His MCU Canon birthday is March 9th, but I think if Marc had not gone through all that he did, he would be a total Taurus through and through, appreciating stability and working towards his goals and deserving of nice things.
On this blog, Marc Spector is loved and appreciated, just as much as Steven Grant and Jake Lockley.
The fact that Steven (and Jake) wouldn't exist without him is kept in mind and not 'brushed over' or even 'forgotten/ignored'. Same with the fact that Steven (and Jake) are literal pieces of Marc's mind which were created because of horrific trauma he went through as a young kid in an attempt to survive.
The fact that it was his mother who caused most of the trauma won't be forgotten or ignored either. She sure cared for her son, but after certain things happened, she did horrible things. Let's not forget about them.
And I love Steven. Hell, who doesn't love Steven?! And I love Jake. Sexy badass.
But I adore Marc just the same. And Marc is Marc. And Steven and Jake are parts to him. Yes, Steven and Jake are Marc, if viewed from a medical standpoint (D.I.D.), because it was Marc's innocent mind that split into pieces.
So I do NOT get behind the mindset of 'I love Steven uvu he so cute uvu but man Marc I don't like and don't care about >:( He meanie.' ... like???? Listen. What the hell. Did you even watch Moon Knight, do you understand what it is about---
I don't know how anyone who could hate this sweetie??
Is he a perfect person? No but literally no one is.
People be forgetting that this man holds a lot of trauma. So much so that he has developed what is described medically as a "severe, chronic mental illness" and you are totally right.
There would be no Steven and Jake without Marc. It feels kind of like victim blaming to say shit like "he's mean" he's not mean. He does have anger issues but it's clearly trauma related.
I think the issue is the stigma surrounding mental illness, which is what was the main theme of Moon Knight itself.
Those people really need to go back and watch Moon Knight and actually pay attention to it. And maybe also learn some empathy idk.
Summary: Cecil proves that he's willing to wait for what he wants.
Tags: fingering, cunnilingus, protected piv, breast worship, gentle d/s, premature ejaculation, Cecil has a praise kink, hair-pulling, copious use of the endearment pretty boy, Cecil's ridiculously long eyelashes, alcohol consumption, drunken flirting, Cecil needs someone to boss him around a little
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Part 1: Beer Money
It was Friday night and the bar was busy. Alexandra smiled to herself as she and her other bartenders served drink after drink, each one making a little clinking sound in her mind as she mentally tallied the night's taking so far. A football game blared from all the TVs, drawing customers in the door and keeping them there as she made sure they never went thirsty.
Thankfully her crew was well-trained to handle this sort of volume and everything was running smoothly as the night went on. Alexandra was in an almost zen-like state - take order, make drink, serve drink, take payment, repeat - when a familiar voice knocked her back to reality.
“Guys, this is the best bar in town - trust me. Hey Alexandra!”
She glanced up, right into the handsome, grinning face of - “Pretty boy! Nice to see you. And you've brought friends I see.”
She glanced at the men arrayed behind her new favourite customer and immediately dismissed them, focusing back in on him as he leaned against the bar. Cecil was just as good-looking as she remembered - dark, messy curls, soulful long-lashed brown eyes, stubble shading the strong lines of his jaw, and that mouth. She could write poetry about that mouth and how well it had pleased her, if she was the type to write poetry, that is.
He still looked like he'd been living out of his car, but she couldn't bring herself to care. His wide smile at her silly nickname lit up his face and she could feel her lips curling up into an answering grin as heat slowly bloomed within her at the memory of how good he'd made her feel.
“Yeah, we wanted to catch the game and I told them I know a place,” he said, ducking his head and glancing up at her through his unfairly thick eyelashes. “-with the best drinks and the most beautiful bartender. But she doesn't take any shit, so they'd better behave.”
“That's right,” she said, her smile widening as she playfully snapped a bar towel in his direction, trying to ignore the way she was heating up the longer she looked at him. “Don't you forget it. What can I get you guys?”
It was too busy to linger with any one customer for more than a moment, so once they'd given her their order and she'd rung them through the group had grabbed their beers and headed off deeper into the bar to find a table. Alexandra tried not to feel a little disappointed as Cecil went with them - it's not like he was going to abandon his friends to fight for space at the crowded counter when she'd be too busy to talk with him anyway.
Still, she was happy that he'd come in again, and that he'd brought someone who could foot the bill. If she didn't have time to talk she really didn't have time to sneak off with him so he could earn some beer, even if she wanted to. And boy did she want to.
As she took orders and poured drinks her mind filled with memories of him - the way he'd kissed her like he was drowning, the eager sounds he'd muffled into her centre as he flicked his tongue over her clit just right, the way he looked when she finally let him get a hand on his cock and how she'd had to muffle his moans when he came. It was making her hot just thinking about it.
She fumbled a drink, almost spilling it in her distraction and she shook herself internally as she quickly handed it over and took payment. It was a busy night and she needed to focus, not daydream about Cecil’s curls between her fingers and his tongue between her legs.
She managed to pull herself together by shoving the hot memory of him kneeling at her feet into a little box in the back of her mind and locking it securely, tossing the key into a dark, unused corner. Turning to face another customer with a quick smile, she made his drink with no fumbling, just smooth, easy professionalism.
That was more like it.
The bar was busy enough that it was easy to distract herself with the rhythm of filling orders, so it was almost a surprise when she looked up and there he was again, leaning on the counter with a grin.
“Hey, pretty boy. Another round?” she asked, already reaching under the counter for the brand of beer he liked as she grabbed an opener with her free hand. Her voice came out lower than she'd intended, cutting under the noise of the bar and making him lean in close to hear her.
“Yeah, thanks,” he said, resting his elbows on the bartop as his gaze leisurely passed over her face and down to get caught in the low neckline of her shirt. He licked his lips and she could tell he was remembering looking up from the floor at her bare breasts as he touched himself.
When he finally wrenched his eyes back up to her face they were darkening with want. He bit his lip as he cleared his throat, aiming for a casual lean on the bar that was anything but. “How've you been?”
“I've been good,” she said with a pleased smile as she watched his little performance. She nudged his round of beer closer to him as she leaned in, giving him a better look down the front of her top. As his eyes grew gratifyingly large she slipped the bill he held out of his fingers and tucked it into her bra until only the edge peeked out. “You need change?”
“No, keep it,” he said absently, practically drooling as he focused in on the corner he could see and almost falling into her cleavage as he tried to get a better look. “Are you working all night?”
She hummed an affirmative sound as she let him look, pleased that he was just as affected by her as she was by him. “Yeah, till close. Why?”
He dragged his gaze up to hers at her cheeky question and his tanned cheeks darkened a little as he realized that she was watching him ogle her. “Just, you know - checking. In case you wanted to do something once you're done.”
He capped his last words with a deeply unsubtle eyebrow wiggle that had her laughing softly in spite of herself. “Yeah, maybe. If you last till close.” She tossed the challenge out casually as she took her elbow off the bar and stood up straight, ending his perfect view of her cleavage and signalling the end of their chat. She'd already spent too much time with him - the crowd of people waiting for service was two deep in places and she'd noticed a sideways look from one of her other staff as they picked up the slack.
As he pushed back from the bar he puffed out his chest in response to her challenge, grinning widely at her. “Oh, I can last. I've got lots of stamina, you know.” He finished off with a wink as he grabbed the beer for his group.
She laughed out loud at that, bright and pleased that he was playing along with her teasing. As he headed back to his friends and she turned to the next person waiting, the smile lingered on her lips. She found herself humming along with the music playing on the speakers as she served drink after drink and thought about his mouth, his hands, and his eagerness to please.
The night continued on as smoothly as it could - the crowd was rowdy but not aggressive as the football game went on and it seemed like everyone in town wanted another drink right now. The brightest spot was Cecil. She was pretty sure he volunteered to get every new round his table ordered and she wondered if his friends were teasing him for it.
Nevertheless, he kept finding his way to her section of the counter, waiting with a smile as those dark, soulful eyes roamed over her until she could find a moment to grab his table's refills. She could practically feel his gaze on her like a caress, and she made herself wait before serving him each time, just to let the anticipation build.
The second time he came up he trailed his fingertips over hers as he took the fresh round of beer, making her body heat until her jeans felt too tight. The third time she came to take his refill order she called him ‘pretty boy’, her voice low and full of promise and he leaned in helplessly in response as if hoping for a touch, a kiss. Instead she handed him his beer with a smirk.
They kept flirting and teasing each other as the night went on. Alexandra could feel herself flushing more than the physical exertion of tending bar on a busy night could account for and every time Cecil came up for another round his eyes were heavier-lidded as they roamed over her.
The tension snapping between them was almost a physical thing and she was counting down the hours until she could close - something she almost never thought. This place was her lifeblood and busy Friday nights kept them in the black, but now all she could think about was getting her hands on him as soon as everyone else left.
The football game finally ended in the local team's favour and she noticed not long after that that Cecil was grabbing one fewer beer every time he came up. A little while later it was two less. The crowd started to thin out as it got later and the post-game celebrators started to head home but Cecil was still coming up to the bar for refills like clockwork, keeping the anticipation simmering through her veins.
Eventually she turned back to the bar after cashing someone out to find him sliding onto a stool with a wide, drunk smile.
“You get prettier every time I see you, you know that?” he asked, resting his cheek in his hand as he propped his elbow on the bartop. His almost-empty beer dangled from his other hand as he gestured to her in a long, sweeping arc.
She laughed fondly and barely resisted the urge to ruffle his hair. He was cute like this, loose-limbed and open as he stared at her. “That's because I've got all the drinks,” she said with a smile. Nodding at the bottle in his hand she asked, “You want another?”
“Yeah,” he agreed instantly, his grin widening. As she got him another he continued. “You're, like, some sort of beer goddess, I dunno.”
She set the cold bottle on the bartop and popped it open before nudging it in his direction. He deftly swallowed the last mouthful of his old drink and swapped it for the new one as he continued, “It's not just that though - I keep thinking about you. Can't seem to stop.”
She'd posed when he'd called her a beer goddess, something silly and mock-angelic as she preened a little under his regard, but when she heard the rest of his earnest confession she let it drop.
“I've been thinking about you too,” she finally replied, her voice cutting under the music playing over the bar's speakers.
“Yeah?” He brightened, sitting up straighter on his stool. If he'd had a tail he would have been wagging it, she thought, and she again resisted the urge to ruffle his hair. “What about?”
“Wouldn't you like to know?” she said with a wink before another customer came up to the bar and she had to turn away to serve them. She was almost glad for the excuse - she wasn't sure what she would have said otherwise. She'd been thinking about his mouth, sure, but also his smile and the way he lit up when she talked to him, and she wasn't sure which answer would come out.
By the time she could make it back to Cecil he'd almost finished his beer and she grabbed him a bottle of water. He was holding his drinks well but his eyes were shiny and his movements as he chatted with the man on the next stool were wide, and she had plans for him later.
When he saw what was in front of him his nose wrinkled and he looked up at her in disbelief. To quell any sort of protest she leaned in, closer and closer until her lips brushed against his ear and his vision was filled with her cleavage. Into that intimate space she whispered, her voice firm but full of promise, “I'm not going to fuck you if you get too drunk. Drink some water, pretty boy.”
His face instinctively turned into hers, pressing his stubbled cheek against her soft one as he let out a low sound directly into her ear. It told her that he was hard as a rock and the thought filled her with heat. Before she pulled back he murmured, “I want that,” his voice full of longing.
“Then drink up,” she said, nudging the perspiring plastic bottle toward him as she leaned back. “And you'll get it. Only another hour or so until close…”
He grabbed the bottle and unscrewed the cap, taking a long drink as his eyes met hers, heavy-lidded and full of promise. He wanted her more than he wanted another beer, his eyes said, so he'd drink his water and wait.
The next hour crawled by at a snail's pace.
Cecil shifted on his seat every time she looked at him, adjusting himself under the counter and she wasn't much better, her body too-warm and sensitive with anticipation. She still managed to do her job - cutting one of the bartenders for the night, continuing to make drinks, and grabbing Cecil a beer once he'd finished his water. She made small-talk with customers and endured some light ribbing from her remaining bartender on her flirtation with Cecil, but all the while a clock in her head ticked the minutes away.
When they were finally able to announce last call she breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes cut to his and she saw the same anticipation mirrored there as he sat up straighter on his stool and ran his hand through his curls. When he saw her looking he nudged his second empty water bottle away and gave her his best puppy-dog eyes before flicking his gaze down to the bottles arrayed behind the bar and back up to her.
She sauntered over and leaned a hip on the counter in front of him. Her fingertips idly played with a bottle in front of her as she asked, “Something you want?”
“Come on,” he said, aiming for coaxing but falling a little short. “I've been good, drank all the water you gave me - I'm barely even feeling it now. Just a little, before you close down?”
He paused, glancing up at her through his lashes in a way that a grown man shouldn’t be able to pull off but somehow he did. “You don't even have to get a glass dirty - just pour it in my mouth.”
She barked out a surprised laugh in response, already grabbing a bottle of tequila and reaching for the bin of lime wedges after nudging a salt shaker over to him. “Fine then. You and your eyelashes can have another drink - on the house, because you're so ridiculous.”
He grabbed the salt shaker but instead of prepping his hand he eyed her up and down, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts and the line of her neck as he licked his lips. As his mouth opened she held up a hand to stop him. “Salt your hand - I'm not offering a body shot, pretty boy.”
As much as the thought of his mouth on her skin sent pleasurable shivers racing through her, the bar was still open and there were a few other customers milling around who would surely notice her letting a customer get that up close and personal. She could only imagine what sort of drunken offers she'd end up hearing.
Cecil pouted at her refusal but didn't argue further, instead bringing his hand up to his mouth and catching her eye as he slowly licked the webbing between his thumb and first finger, making sure she saw the flick of his tongue against his skin. She swallowed, feeling the echo of that lick between her legs as her body heated and her knees loosened.
She gripped the bottle of tequila tighter and watched intently as he salted his hand and licked it off with that same slow, intent motion of his tongue, his eyes on hers. Her teeth indented her bottom lip as she raised the tequila up and he obediently leaned in, opening his mouth for her to pour him a shot. She couldn't help a little shiver at the way he tilted his head back, those plush lips falling open as he waited for the harsh burn of tequila to hit him. He'd looked just the same when he'd been kneeling between her legs, her hand in his hair as he looked up at her in awe.
She poured a generous shot into his mouth and offered him a lime wedge immediately after to chase the burn. He bit into it gratefully, grinning around the rind at her as he sucked out the sour juice. “Fuck, that was good. Another?”
She laughed at his hopeful expression and finally gave into the urge to ruffle his hair as she nudged him back onto the stool. “One's enough, pretty boy. I've gotta close up.”
He slumped back on his seat with a pout that quickly slid off his face as he realized what was coming next. “Yeah, okay. Go close up - I'll be here.” He tapped the bar counter in front of him in emphasis as he looked her up and down and shifted in his seat.
Biting her lip at the anticipation running through her, Alexandra got to work, helping the other bartender serve the last drinks and start closing down the bar. The work went fast - they were both old hands at this - and before she knew it the last customers were weaving out the door as she locked it behind them. It didn't take long to finish up after that, and once everything was clean and the till was safely counted down and stowed away she said goodbye to the other bartender and walked her out, ignoring the raised eyebrows that Cecil's continued presence earned her. It was her bar - if she wanted to have a little fun after it closed she could.
Turning back from the door, she saw Cecil sliding off his stool and starting to walk towards her. His boots thunked on the ground as they ate up the space between them and she could feel her skin prickling all over at the sight. He wasn't particularly tall or imposing but he was laser-focused on her and she could feel the tension from the past hours curling into a tight ball low in her stomach as she stepped toward him.
“My office is back here,” she said, veering off before he reached her toward the shadowed corridor. She knew that once she got her hands on him it would all be over, and she really didn't want to end up naked in full view of the windows. It was late, but the streets weren't empty.
He followed close behind, making the hair rise on the back of her neck as she felt his breath fanning over her skin. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his hand skimming over her hip as she unlocked her office. “Been hard all night thinking about you.”
“Yeah, I could tell. What were you thinking?” She got the door open and pulled him in with her, towing him to the couch in one corner and nudging him to sit down on it. When he did she slid into his lap, her arms twining around his shoulders as he grabbed her hips and pulled her in tight. He wasn't lying - he was so hard he was throbbing between her legs as he immediately shifted up to rub against her.
“Fuck - this,” he finally answered, already starting to pant for breath as his fingers kneaded her hips in an unsubtle encouragement for her to move. His head thunked softly against the back of the couch as he looked up at her. “Fucking you. I want to so badly - you gonna let me this time?”
“Yeah,” she replied, shifting against him and biting her lip as the motion both relieved and increased the pressure building in her core. “Get me off first and you can.”
He groaned at that, leaning in to bury his face in her chest as he stroked down her thighs and back up, his hips shifting eagerly under her. “Shit, really?”
“After you get me off,” she repeated, carding her fingers through his soft curls and arching her back just enough to press her breasts into his face as his stubble rasped against her, making her shiver in delight. His mouth was hot as he kissed over every inch of skin he could reach and she gasped when his tongue snuck under the hem of her low-cut top.
“Yeah, after - got it. Gonna make you come so hard then I'm gonna fuck you so good,” he promised, his panting breaths raising goosebumps on her skin as his cock twitched against her, eager to get started.
He tried to nudge her top down further with his cheek and when that didn't work he hooked his fingers in the neckline and tugged, pulling her bra cup down with it until one breast was exposed. He immediately rubbed his stubbled cheek over the delicate skin with a low sound of pleasure. “Been teasing me all night with these. Wanted to touch ‘em and kiss ‘em, but I couldn't. So soft, so pretty…”
Her breath was shaky as his stubble scratched her sensitive skin and her hand fisted in his wild curls in response, pulling him in close. “Saw you looking, pretty boy. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head every time I leaned in, didn't they?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he mumbled as his lips closed around her tightly-furled nipple and he sucked, hard.
She let out a startled gasp - it felt like there was a direct line between her nipple and the heat pooling in her centre, and every time he sucked it tugged on that line, fanning the flames within her higher. She couldn't help a little sound as she shifted on his lap to relieve the pressure building inside her, grinding against the hard ridge of his cock.
He choked off a moan and shoved his hips up into her in response while he scrambled to free her other breast from her shirt. His calloused fingers rubbed over her other nipple, twisting just enough to make her shiver in his arms and press into him for more.
“Fuck, that's nice,” she breathed, carding her fingers through his curls. His mouth was so hot and his fingers pinched just right so that she couldn't seem to stay still. She'd been simmering in anticipation all night and now she was burning up, needing more.
“Yeah?” he asked, the sound muffled but hopeful as he continued worshipping her, kissing his way across her chest and nuzzling his face against her soft skin like a cat before flicking his tongue over her hard nipple. His hips hitched up into hers as he tweaked the other one just hard enough that she had to swallow back a moan.
“Yeah, keep doing that,” she breathed encouragingly, arching into his touch and grinding down on his cock. Even through all the layers between them he felt good and she shivered as she imagined him pressing inside her, filling the aching need that burned in her veins. Soon…
He hummed a happy sound into her skin and continued, his hands trembling a little as they caressed her breast and wrapped tight around her hip. She was pressed so firmly against the hard line of his cock that she could feel it twitch at her words and she licked her lips, remembering how much he enjoyed being praised last time.
“Your mouth feels so good, pretty boy,” she gasped. Her breath caught in her throat as he moaned and gently bit her nipple in response, worrying it between his teeth until she squirmed on his lap at the rush of sparking pleasure it brought. “Fuck, fuck - touch me.”
She let go of his shoulder to pop open the button on her jeans and rip the zipper down. He was driving her nuts, teasing her with every swipe of his tongue and rub of his fingers until she was drowning in heat, so wet that she could feel her panties sticking to her skin. If she didn't get some relief soon she didn't know what she would do. Thankfully he was immediately on board, shoving his hand into the front of her pants and pushing her panties to the side so that he could touch her.
She shuddered in his arms at the first brush of his fingers through her folds, her hips twitching into his touch of their own volition at the rush of pleasure. She didn't even notice that he'd pulled his head back from her chest to watch her until he let out a soft, wondering sound and said, “Baby, you're so wet. Fuck, is that good?”
She nodded shakily, opening her eyes to glance down at him and feeling her whole body clench when she saw his face. His mouth was wet and reddened from what he'd been doing and it hung open in awe as he watched her reactions to his touch through long-lashed, heavy-lidded eyes. His gaze was intent on hers, watching the signs of pleasure on her face.
He slowly slid two fingers inside her and she moaned at the perfect stretch, the way they filled and soothed the ache she felt. He crooked them a little, rubbing the pads against that spot she liked so much and she shivered, feeling her body squeezing him tight.
“Is that it?” he asked, his voice soft and a little hesitant but with a thread of pride working through it. “I remembered you like it slow, with a little…” He rubbed a little more firmly to demonstrate and she shivered again, unable to stop her reaction.
“Shit - yes, that's it,” she said, fighting to keep her eyes open and on him as he kept up the slow, steady thrusts of his fingers. She leaned heavily on his shoulders as her muscles went liquid and she spread her legs as far as her tugged-open jeans would allow. “Fuck, pretty boy - you got it just right.”
Through the steadily building pleasure of his touch she could feel him shiver at her words as his hips snapped up to grind against hers with a low whine. He thrust his fingers in a little harder, making her breath catch at the rush of sensation and press into his touch for more. “God, that's good. Show me what else you remember, yeah?”
“Yeah, I can do that…” he said, nodding his head against the back of the couch as the skin over his cheekbones darkened at her words. He then twisted his wrist until his thumb could rub over her clit while his fingers kept up that slow, sliding rhythm. As she struggled to catch her breath at the perfect firm pressure right where she needed it he continued, his voice breathy and eager, “Like this, right? That's how you like it?”
“Yeah… yeah that's it,” she replied breathlessly. Her hips shifted into the firm rub of his fingers without her say so, needing more and more of the perfect pressure against that sensitive bundle of nerves. The ball of tension low in her belly was winding itself tighter with every movement of his hand and she couldn't stop it, she could only push into his touch for more. “Fuck, that's it. Keep doing that…”
She felt herself starting to tremble as he touched her just the way she needed. She’d been wound tight for half the night at this point and now that relief was in reach she was greedy for it, needing him to push her over the edge with the firm touch of his fingers. Her hands slid over his shoulders as she sat draped in his lap, searching for purchase that she eventually found in his wild curls. They were still a touch too long but the soft strands seemed to invite her fingers to twine through them. A particularly firm rub of his thumb had her accidentally tightening her grip on his hair until he moaned and thrust up, his booted foot skidding on the floor for purchase.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hissed, shifting restlessly under her and pressing his head into her hand when she went to pull away. His free hand slid down to her hip and pulled her firmly against him as he ground his hips up. Even though he was mostly pressing against the back of his hand in her jeans he still shivered from the touch. “Do that again, please. Oh fuck, do I have to wait? I wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Y-yeah, you do,” she replied breathlessly to his plea, her whole body trembling as every nerve started to sing with anticipation. She was so close that she didn’t think she could manage to get out of her jeans even if she’d wanted to - all she could think about was the fast, tight little circles he was rubbing over her clit, over and over as her breath hitched in her chest until it felt like she would drown. With the last bit of her focus that wasn’t narrowed into the firm rub of his thumb and the slow, pulsing strokes of his fingers she tugged his hair, hard.
He shuddered in response, his mouth falling open on a low whine as he started to babble and grind up helplessly. “Fuck, yes. You feel so good, you don’t even know - can feel you squeezing me so tight. You gonna come, baby? Come all over my hand so I can finally get inside this tight pussy. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I just - keep pulling my hair?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna - gonna…” she trailed off, shaking harder and harder as her hips ground into his hand and she raced for the edge. She couldn’t stop it now - she could feel her orgasm barrelling toward her like a freight train and it was all she could do to let it happen. When it finally caught her she threw her head back, moaning loudly and anchoring her shaking body with the hand fisted tight in his hair as every cell exploded in bliss.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, that’s it,” he moaned, the hand around her hip gripping so hard she was distantly aware she’d likely have bruises tomorrow as he ground up in sharp, frantic little pulses of his hips. Her hand in his hair was so tight it was forcing his head back until only the crown touched the back of the couch as she shuddered through her climax. “Oh shit, oh fuck - I can’t!”
His hand in her jeans suddenly went lax as he moaned, loud and shocked. She felt him shiver under her so intensely she had to tighten her thighs around him to avoid being bucked off. Her hips had to work against his hand to wring the last few moments of ecstasy from him as he suddenly became too distracted to help.
The moment she could breathe she loosened her grip on his curls and leaned down to press a kiss to his slack lips. Her voice wondering, she asked, “Fuck, pretty boy - did you just come in your pants?”
He groaned weakly and opened his eyes just enough to peek up at her through his lashes. “Shit. Yeah, I did.” His voice took on a bit of a whine as he continued, “It was just - everything you were saying, and the way you pulled my hair, and the way you feel. I've been hard all night and I couldn't stop thinking about fucking you. I got too excited…”
She couldn't help the fond smile that stole across her face as she listened to him complain about coming too fast, so she hid it from him in another soft, slow kiss. Despite his whining he eagerly responded, thrusting his tongue past her lips to twine with hers as his fingers slowly pumped into her, making her moan softly into his mouth.
When she finally broke it she said, her voice shaky from the way he was still playing with her, “You asked me to pull your hair, pretty boy. That's on you. Guess you'll have to wait to fuck me, hmm?”
She managed to keep the disappointment out of her voice - she'd been looking forward to taking that gorgeous cock, and she'd had some ideas to deal with the way he'd no doubt want to jackhammer her as soon as he got a taste of her pussy. Oh well, there was always next time.
“Yeah,” he agreed easily - too easily, she thought. He caressed her waist and leaned his head up off the couch to nuzzle his face into her breasts, humming a content little sound to himself. Now muffled, he continued, “But you can stay here until I'm ready to go. Mmm, lots to keep me busy…”
“Oh, wait - you can go again?” she asked, surprised and a little impressed. She thought only teenagers had that short of a refractory period, but maybe it went along with his quick trigger. The rest of the night was starting to look up.
“Course I can,” he said, his muffled voice affronted. He scraped his teeth over the soft swell of her breast in a careful nip before immediately soothing the spot with a kiss. “Just gotta gimme a minute.”
“Yeah, okay,” she breathed, settling against him and relaxing into the soft caress of his mouth against her sensitive skin and the slow thrust of his fingers inside her. He'd moved his thumb away from her clit - he'd remembered that from last time too, apparently - and was just lazily shifting his fingers to make her shiver. “Take all the time you need.”
He hummed another happy little sound and kept his face buried in her breasts, seemingly content to try and suffocate in them for now. She petted through his curls as she tried to catch her breath, though the slow movement of his fingers made that difficult.
A few minutes later she heard him softly ask, “That felt good, didn't it? Could feel you, like, pulsing around my fingers when you came. Bet that'll feel incredible around my dick in a bit.”
His voice was casual but she could hear the hint of insecurity there and she hastened to reassure him. Dropping a kiss onto the crown of his head she replied, “Yeah, pretty boy. You made me come so hard I saw stars. Think you can do it again?”
He did a happy little wriggle under her, and if he didn't have his face smushed into her chest she would bet that he'd be blushing. “I can do it again,” he finally said, his voice muffled but sounding very pleased with himself. “I remembered what you like, didn't I?”
“Yeah, you did,” she replied fondly, petting through his curls as he nuzzled into her chest, pressing kisses over all the skin he could reach. “You did such a good job remembering, I'm impressed.”
He gave another pleased little wiggle and she felt him sigh into her breast as he held her close. When she first saw him she would never have thought that he'd be this susceptible to praise, but she found herself enjoying it. It was so easy to make him happy.
As he played with her breasts he kept up the slow slide of his fingers against that spot inside her, and now that she'd had a chance to catch her breath it was starting to make her squirm on his lap for more. He hummed into her skin and captured a nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue until she gasped. He pulled back just enough to ask, “Yeah?”
“Yeah, that's good,” she instantly responded as her body started to respond with fresh arousal. The heat of his mouth around her sensitive skin was making her shiver and remember how good it had felt between her legs last time. Before she could think better of it she asked, “Want to go down on me while we wait?”
“Shit, yeah. Okay,” he said with a last firm suck on her nipple before he pulled back with a pop. Glancing up at her with a teasing glint in his eye and a pleased smile he asked, “You liked that last time, huh?”
She tugged his hair playfully as she dismounted from his lap to let him up, her inner muscles squeezing around nothing as the move pulled his hand out of her pants. “Yeah, pretty boy. You know you've got a mouth on you.”
Before she could think about how they'd do this he slid to the floor in front of the couch, beaming a pleased smile up at her while his hands smoothed down her denim-clad legs before starting to pick at the laces of her boots. He leaned in and nuzzled his face against her knee with easy, unhesitating affection and she had to free a hand from where she was trying to shimmy out of her jeans to pet through his riot of curls.
Once he'd gotten her boots off he helped tug her tight jeans down her legs and tossed them off to the side as he leaned in. His breath was warm on her inner thigh as he kissed his way up, encouraging her to spread her legs wide around the breadth of his shoulders and slouch down on the couch to meet him. “Mmm,” he hummed as he licked the crease of her leg in a gentle tease. “You smell good. Taste good too - it made me so hard last time.”
“Yeah, I remember that,” she sighed, stripping off her top and bra in one go and relaxing back into the couch as his warm breath ghosted over her folds, making her shiver. “You looked so good touching yourself I almost wanted to go again. Would have, if we’d had time.”
“Yeah, you did?” he asked, peeking up at her through his lashes and letting one hand sneak up her body to caress her breast, his scarred palm catching against her skin until she shivered. A moment later he finally leaned all the way in and licked up from her entrance to her clit in one broad, flat swipe of his tongue, making her jump and gasp as her hands flew to his shoulders in a bid to hold on.
“Mm-hmm. Fuck, that’s nice - do that again,” she ordered breathlessly, slouching further on the couch to press herself closer to his face. Her blood was fizzing in her veins at the shock of that first firm touch and she wanted more.
“Bossy,” he whispered teasingly, but he obligingly did it again, and then once more as he groaned at the taste of her and shouldered in closer. The hand not cupping and caressing her breast wrapped around her thigh, tugging her down even further as he buried his face in her pussy with a soft, pleased sound.
“Shit! Don’t - don’t hear you complaining, pretty boy,” she gasped. One hand slid around to cradle the back of his head as she melted into the cushions at the shocking heat of his mouth against her slit. Goosebumps rose over her skin in waves as he eagerly licked over every inch of her, tasting how much she wanted this - wanted him.
He made a pleased little hum in response and flicked his tongue over her clit. When she glanced down his eyes were shut, long dark lashes sweeping across his tanned cheekbones as he held her close and pressed his mouth over her in a slow, wet kiss.
She could feel herself melting into the soft, easy pleasure of his caresses even as tension grew in the pit of her belly. It would be satisfied in time, she knew - for now all she needed to do was enjoy the flick of his tongue and the brush of his lips as they waited for his body to catch up with the program.
“Fuck, pretty boy,” she sighed, delighted with everything that was happening and looking forward to what was to come, “your mouth is a wonder.”
She kept up a quiet stream of praise intermixed with soft gasps and quiet moans as he slowly worked her back up. She could feel his response every time she said something nice about him and it only made her more determined to get him hard again. Something about him had gotten under her skin and she wanted more.
Some time later she had sunk deep into the pleasure of his mouth and was startled when he pulled his head back. Her fingers tightened in his hair with the urge to tug him back in until he glanced up at her, his heavy-lidded eyes dark with lust and breathed, “Can I fuck you now?”
She sucked in a breath and licked her bottom lip, feeling anticipation roar through her at the thought. “Yeah, you’re ready to go?”
When he nodded emphatically she patted the couch next to her. “Ditch your clothes and come up here then,” she said and once he'd moved out from between her legs she got up, feeling herself wobble unsteadily as she went to her desk to retrieve the condoms she'd stashed in her purse. After the last time he'd been in she decided she needed to be better prepared.
When she turned back with a condom in her hand he was sprawled out naked on the couch, watching her with anticipation and appreciation as he fisted his cock. She let her eyes wander over him, giving him the same treatment back. Despite looking like he lived under a bridge, under his clothes he was in decent shape. And that lovely tanned skin just went on and on - she wanted to lick every inch of him.
“Look at you, pretty boy - you're pretty everywhere, aren't you?” she drawled as she made her way back to the couch. With the way he was sitting she could clearly see the way the compliment made his cock twitch in his hand and it made her even hungrier for him.
As she climbed back into his lap she deftly opened the condom and slid it down his shaft in a slow caress that had him gasping for air and twitching hard in her hand. She licked her lips and stroked him again, feeling heat pool between her legs - he was so responsive.
“You're going to be a good boy, aren't you?” she asked in a whisper as she dragged the head of his cock through her folds in a careful tease. “You're going to behave yourself and make me feel good before you come, yeah?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he choked out, his hands sliding up to grip her hips as she toyed with him without taking him inside. She watched his cheeks darken at her words and felt his hips shift between her legs as he throbbed against her, eager to continue. “I'll be good, I promise. Just - come on. Don't tease me…”
Just in case he couldn't hold to that promise she hooked her feet over his thighs, hoping that would soften the effect of any jackhammering, before positioning the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly starting to sink down. The effect was instant - she couldn't stop the low moan that fell from her lips as her whole body shivered in delight at the perfect stretch of him filling her the way she needed.
He gasped and his thighs tensed under her but he kept his promise and stayed still, letting her control the pace. His hands were tight around her hips as she took him all the way in and his voice was shaky as he whispered, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Knew you would… So hot, gripping me so tight - fuck, you’re gonna make me come so hard…”
“Not yet, pretty boy,” she reminded him breathlessly. She knew she was asking a lot but she was so worked up from his mouth that she didn't think it would take her much. As she rose up and sank back down on him she couldn't help the low, pleased sound that fell from her lips. “Fuck, this was worth the wait.”
He let out a soft whine and shifted under her, rolling his hips up to press himself in deeper as she slid down. The thrust made her gasp, even as it skirted the line of ‘being good’, and it had his head falling back against the couch to pant open-mouthed as he tugged gently at her hips. “Baby, baby - faster, please. Please, I need more, I can't wait…”
“Greedy,” she breathed with a smile, but obligingly started to move faster in his lap, taking him in deep every time she sank down. Heat swirled through her veins and with every thrust of his cock it only got worse. She reached down to pry one of his hands off her hip and nudge it between her legs. “Give me a hand, hmm?”
“Yeah, okay - shit - that's it, isn't it?” he asked, his voice choking off as he felt her shiver and squeeze him tight when his fingers found her clit. He started rubbing over it in the rhythm she liked best as she moved over him.
“Y-yes - that's it,” she said, swallowing hard. Her legs trembled at the rush of sensation and she had to bite her lip to stop the moan that wanted to escape. The small part of her mind that wasn't drowning in heat and full and more, more, more knew that he'd only asked because getting praised made him hot, but since he was currently driving her out of her mind with need she wanted to return the favour. “That's perfect, fuck.”
He shivered under her at that, gripping her hip so tight that she was sure she'd have bruises in the morning. His thighs tensed every time she sank down on his cock and he couldn't quite stop himself from thrusting up a little, but it felt so good and he was trying so hard to behave that she couldn't tell him to stop.
“Fuck, pretty boy,” she continued, pressing into the perfect pressure of his fingers as she sank down on his cock again and again, driving herself wild as pleasure swelled in her core. “You've got it - keep doing that. Fuck, you're being so good, making me feel amazing…”
He whined loudly and bucked his hips up into her as his very tenuous self-control slipped. His eyes were desperate as they gazed up at her and he couldn't stop himself from pulling her down harder with his grip on her hip as he started to give in to the pleasure flooding through him.
“I'm trying, baby,” he moaned. “Fuck, I'm trying but I wanna… wanna…” He bucked up again as he tugged her down onto his cock, driving it in deep and illustrating his point - he wanted to take over, wanted to fuck her hard and fast until he lost it.
“Yeah, I know. Give me your other hand,” she panted, moving over him faster as the delicious tension in her belly wound tighter. This was going to be a good one, she could already tell, and she wanted it, almost as much as she wanted to drive Cecil crazy.
His full lips turned down into a pout but after a moment he pulled his hand away from her hip and offered it to her. She immediately intertwined their fingers and pressed the back of his hand against the couch beside his head, away from her hip and any temptation to cause trouble. He lost the pout as he opened his mouth to protest, but she beat him to it, leaning down until her face was only inches from his as she took him in deep. “There you go, that'll help you be a good boy, won't it?”
She was close enough to see the way his eyes dilated and she could feel the shiver her words sent through him, so she kept going even as her body tightened with her impending climax. “You're being so good for me. You're gonna make me come again, aren't you? Yeah, you are - gonna make me come all over that gorgeous cock of yours.”
She was babbling, letting whatever came into her mind come out of her mouth but he clearly loved it, squirming and thrusting up into her harder as she pinned him to the couch. His fingers tightened around hers but he didn't try to free his hand from where she'd put it, he just held on.
“Baby - fuck - I'm gonna lose it if you keep…” he whined, his voice breathless as he pressed his head back against the couch and looked up at her with glazed, pleading eyes. His cheekbones were stained red as he soaked up her praise and he was starting to tremble as he fought the urge to just take what he needed.
“No you aren't, pretty boy,” she panted. It was getting harder to keep to the rhythm she'd started as she tensed up more and more the closer she got to the edge, but she pushed through. She was so close she could taste it. “You're going to be a good boy and wait.”
He nodded helplessly against the back of the couch as he shuddered, forcing himself to pull back from the edge and do as she'd ordered. He was gasping for every breath as he frantically rubbed over her clit, trying desperately to hold to his promise to make her come before he let go. “I'm good, I'm a good boy, I'm being so good,” he chanted softly, mostly to himself. “And I'm gonna make this tight - oh fuck - little pussy come all over me. Come on, baby, please…”
“Oh god,” she moaned, her legs trembling as she held his hand tightly and tried hard not to lock up or turn to jello like her body wanted. He was giving her everything she needed with those hard little counterpoint thrusts and the firm friction over her clit and she could feel herself starting to fall apart as she rode him, harder and faster. “That’s it… Good boy, keep going…”
His chanting was turning into high, hurt little sounds as he teetered right on the edge with her, trying his hardest not to fall over until she did. His eyes were locked on hers as he gave her everything he had even as she could see the toll it took and that's what finally tipped her over.
Her eyelids fluttered, trying to roll back as her orgasm surged up to meet her. She stuttered out a moan, every muscle shuddering hard as they locked up at the overwhelming rush of pleasure that washed through every cell, whiting out her mind. She could feel her inner muscles squeezing him tight to pull every iota of sensation from the thick, hard cock lodged deep within her as she shook and keened and came like a freight train.
Cecil snapped. His body arched off the couch to frantically piston into her, jackhammering the way he'd wanted to the whole time. She saw his eyes roll back in his head as he moaned, long and loud as he quickly lost the rhythm and just started shoving in.
If she hadn't been so primed it might have hurt, but as it was it just made her shake even harder as she held onto him and let him take what he needed.
“Oh, oh, oh baby, keep coming, keep coming,” he moaned, completely consumed by the feel of her squeezing around him as he kept her going between the rub of his fingers and the hard, frantic thrusts of his cock. “Fuckfuckfuck fuuuuck…”
His face scrunched up into a frown as he shoved himself in deep and came, twitching and jerking inside her as he filled the condom. His whole body was trembling as he finally let go, his hand dropping away from between her legs to wrap around her back and pull her in even closer.
Alexandra shivered through aftershocks - he'd almost pushed her right from one orgasm to the next, and if he'd hung on any longer she wouldn't have been able to stop herself from coming again. Her whole body was sparking and fizzing and sensitive, but the heat of his skin as he crushed her to him was slowly soaking in and soothing her back to earth.
When she felt like she could move she nestled in closer, leaning her chest against his and tucking her face into his neck. “Pretty boy, that was amazing,” she whispered, letting him hear how much he'd worn her out. “I might have to keep you.”
He twitched weakly inside her at that and moaned softly in her ear. He was still trembling as he finally relaxed back onto the couch like a puppet whose strings had been cut, but he managed to tighten his arm around her waist in a gentle hug.
“Think y'r a witch,” he breathed. She felt him shift so that his cheek pressed against her hair as he squeezed her hand with his, still twisted up by his head. “Put a spell on me ‘r something.”
She laughed softly and squeezed his hand back. “Mmm, yeah. A terrible spell that made you want to be my good boy.”
She was pressed close enough to him to feel the hitch in his breath and the weak little shiver he gave at that and she nosed against the thin skin behind his ear to hide her delighted smile. Into his ear she murmured, “You made me come so hard that I don't know if I can walk, pretty boy. Gold star for you.”
“S-stop it,” he said with a huff of laughter as he shifted under her in a pleased little wiggle and held her tight. Around a yawn, he continued, “Need… at least a minute.”
She couldn't help a soft laugh in response as she pulled back just enough to look him in the face. His eyes were almost shut as he sprawled bonelessly on the couch and his tired smile lit up his face. He was the picture of satiation, mirroring how she felt as endorphins fizzed through her veins. If he was ready to go in a minute she'd be very surprised - he looked ready to settle in for the night.
She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek, feeling far too fond of this handsome man. If she wasn't careful she could easily fall for him.
With that thought, she slid her hand out of his and sat up in his lap, away from the delicious heat of his skin.
“It's getting late,” she murmured, unable to stop herself from stroking along the line of his shoulder and up the side of his throat even as she tried to disengage.
He leaned into the touch with a sigh, caressing her in turn with a slow sweep of his newly-freed hand up her spine. His eyes opened a little more to look up at her, but he otherwise didn't move from his lazy sprawl. “What if we stayed here?” he asked, his voice soft and coaxing. “Lots of room on the couch, and then maybe we can fuck again in the morning?”
She was more tempted to give in than she wanted to admit, but she knew it would be a bad idea. “I need to get home and so do you, pretty boy, but it's a nice thought.” She softened her words with another kiss, lingering against his lips for a long moment.
“You sure?” he asked, his arms tightening around her. At the same time he leaned his head up off the back of the couch to chase her mouth, angling for another kiss.
She gave it to him, unable to resist this small moment of affection. Her hand curled around his jaw, feeling his stubble prickle against her palm as she slowly pressed her lips to his. Finally she pulled back and when his eyes opened she nodded. “Another time, sweetheart.”
Despite his disappointment, he practically glowed at the pet name, and when she slid out of his lap he didn't try to stop her. Her legs wobbled a little when she got up and she had to sit heavily on the couch beside him before they gave out entirely - he'd really done a number on her.
He wasn't in much better shape, pulling off the condom and flinging the tied-off bundle toward the trashcan in slow motion. He didn't dress any faster, pulling his shirt over his head like he was encased in molasses, but eventually they were both decent once more - or, decently-dressed at least.
She tried her legs again and found they held her, so she turned back to Cecil and offered him a hand up as well. “Come on, I'll get you some beer for the trip home.”
That got him moving. His warm, scarred palm slid against hers and gripped tight as she levered him up, and as she headed out to the main room he was right behind her. She had to nudge him away so he didn't follow her behind the bar, but he amicably changed course and settled in on the stool he'd sat at earlier as she rifled around for a bag and stowed a few bottles of his preferred brand into it.
He took the bag with a grin and leaned across the bar to press a kiss to her cheek in thanks. “You're the best, baby. Sure you don't want any more company tonight?”
She couldn't help but smile in response even as he tried to weasel his way into her bed. “Not tonight, sweetheart,” she said, her voice fond. “But come back anytime, yeah?”
Disappointment flickered across his face but he still took the beer with a smile. They walked out together and once she'd locked the main door behind them she gave into the urge and pulled him down for another kiss.
Despite the very late hour and his exhaustion he responded eagerly, crowding her back against the door and licking into her mouth with a low sound. His arms wrapped around her and she could feel his heat all along her front as she sank into him.
Her hands curled around the back of his neck and she had to consciously try not to hold on too hard. His offer to stay over and enjoy another round in the morning swirled through her head and she wanted to accept, to invite him back home with her to stay the night, but she knew it would be a bad idea. She didn't know him very well despite the hours they'd spent together, but she did know that he was quite good at wheedling his way into getting what he wanted from her, and she wondered what an offer to stay over might lead to.
Eventually she pulled away from his lips, already missing his warmth. “Goodnight, Cecil,” she murmured, her voice low. “I'll see you later.”
With that, she walked off into the night, exhausted but happy and already looking forward to the thought of seeing him again.
