summery After going to avenge his brother, Tommy comes back home to find his marriage in ruins and maybe heâll take some of his anger out on his hot patrol partner
warnings! canon divergent, jessie is alive, angst, no Benjamin sorry!, mean!tommy, drinking, mischaracterization of maria I'm sorry girl, creampie, infidelity, BLOOD, spanking that's all I can think of rn!
note I didn't get to do what I wanted to with this and I'm not very happy with how it turned out but I really hope you guys enjoy it and it's not slow burn :{
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Tommy knew that Maria would be less than thrilled that he went god knows where to get revenge for his brother instead of staying home and tending to the life they had and were currently fighting to rebuild, but he wasnât exactly expecting that the reaction after he brought home Ellie and Dina home safe (except a couple cuts and a few stitches later) was that the world was going to fall down before him.
When Tommy walked into their shared home, he smelt of gunpowder and sweat, a contrast to the sweet smell of the house, warm and inviting. He spotted Maria sitting at the table with a small glass of wine. He walked closer, carefully placing his bag and holster down next to the wooden table, causing a thud, making her make eye contact with her husband. "Look what the cat dragged in," her voice dripping with sarcasm. Tommy starts to open his mouth, quickly cut off.
"Tommy, you can't just leave me without telling me anything for some fucking revenge arc."Â
She huffs out, standing up and putting her hands rigidly on her hips. Tommy stands up to his full height. "He's my damn brother; heâs family. What are you talking about?" he spat, words laced with venom, his brows pinched together. "And Iâm your wife; Iâm your family."Â
Before he could clap back, Maria pointed a finger his way. âYou, Tommy Miller, are an asshole. Sometimes I just don't know why I even married you. You are such a shitty husband; you only care about yourself. You talk about wanting to start a family, but you can't even stay when I need you." She throws her hands in fake surrender. âI can'tâI can't do this. I need some time alone. Weâwe need a break." She slurred, grabbing her glass of wine off the table, taking a final swig before quickly heading up the stairs, leaving Tommy with the thick air of the confrontation. His jaw was tight, eyes burning, not crying, just left in anger and shame.
That night as he slept on the couch in the silence, he replayed their argument in his head over and over, thinking of all the things Maria said. 'You talk about wanting to start a family, but you can't even stay when I need youâ was the main part he replayed, burning it into his brain like a tattoo. He wanted a kid more than anything; he wanted to be a dad; he wanted the big happy family, but he and Maria had been trying and were not able to get pregnant. It broke him. His brain wouldn't stop swirling with what-ifs. He barely got any sleep that night, the fatigue slipping deep in his bones. That morning he decided to get up; he was no use just sitting and doing nothing, feeling sorry for himself. He thought it would be easier if he got back out there and distracted himself with work.
He looked to the clock silently ticking on the wall; it said 5:30am. "Fuck it," he murmured to himself, pulling back the wool blanket, padding to the laundry room, and grabbing a clean pair of jeans and a button-up. Pulling an undershirt over his head and buttoning up his plaid button-up, slipping on his jeans and boots, and quietly slipping out the door into the crisp air, it's mid-spring. The brisk wind slips through the town. Tommy noted they were working on building the bakery back the night before when he came in from Seattle, and they need all the help they can get due to the casualties of the workers during the horde.Â
Jessie spotted him first. "Shouldn't you be home with the misses?" he shouts out to Tommy, a wide smile on his face. "Shouldn't you be resting?" His face stays unbothered even though his chest is still tight. "Touche," Jessie grumbles, hammering another stake into the ground. "Here, let me help." Tommy's hand reaches out, grabbing the hammer out of Jessie's hand. "Whatever makes you sleep good at night, boss." Tommy grimaces at Jessie's words. He starts talking to Tommy about Dina and how she told him about the baby and how he thought he'd be a pretty good dad to his kid, and it just makes Tommy's heart hurt worse. "But in all honesty, I'm kind of worried. What if I screw this kid's life up? I mean, IâTommy, you okay, man?â Tommy looks down at his hands, realizing he's been hammering the same stake for 5 minutes. Jessie stands there looking confused. Did he say something wrong?Â
âYeahâyeah, I'm fine." Tommy shrugs, moving to the next stake. Jessie motions toward Tommy's house mindlessly. âReally? Because you don't seem fine. Do you want me to get Marâ" âI said I'm fucking fine," he snaps. "I'm really sorry, man. I didn't mean to touch a nerve." Jessie blinks rapidly. "Just drop it." His jaw clenches tightly. Jessie looks at Tommy worriedly one last time before going back to what he was doing before, more confused than ever. Tommy worked through the day with one break, and that's only because Jessie started to get worried about how he hadn't eaten and made him eat a sandwich. Tommy only left when everyone else had gone home. The sun had set and the streetlights started to turn on when he was left with his thoughts again. Walking in the brisk air, moonlight enhancing his features, his mind wanders to Maria. Is he going to lose his marriage? As he heads up the stairs of their shared home, his hand covers the cool metal of the doorknob before twisting it and entering to find no one.
He makes his way to the fridge, pausing opening it when he sees a yellow sticky note with Maria's writing: "Dear Tommy, I saw you left without saying goodbye. I'm going to be late getting back: From Maria." He looked at it before grabbing it and stuffing it in his pocket. After warming up some leftovers that he found in the fridge, he grabs a beer and sits on the porch sipping his beer and thinking over life. How could he lose everything he's ever loved? What grabs him out of his trance is Maria. Tommy starts, but just as soon he was stopped by her stern voice, "No, not tonight." Her eyes meet his in a vacant stare. "Where were you?" Tommy continues, "What did I say? Don't start acting like you care." Voice hard, "What does that mean?" He stood up from where he'd sat, fully facing her now.Â
"Tommy, you know exactly what I mean. You sat in OUR bed right before you left saying you would never leave and that you wanted us to have kids, and then you LEFT," she said, anger laced with every word. "That was before my fucking brother got beat to death and hisâhisâEllie left to go after them. Am I just supposed to forget about her and Dina?" His lips press in a thin line. "So you lied. You know what? I'm done, Tommy. I'm DONE." She storms into the house, shutting the door hard, making the baseboards rattle. "What the hell, Maria?" he shouts, holding his hands out in confusion. He knew the town would talkâthe picture-perfect family yelling at each other. The town lived on gossip; it makes people remember the old ways. It makes them forget there are monsters living outside the walls of the cozy town. If he could sleep outside without the whole town talking and asking if he was ok, he would. When he slips under the covers that night, settling on the couch, he thinks It's not about not having a kid; he and Maria had been friends before getting married. She was his best friend as well as his wife, and now he's not even sure he knows her. It's like she dispenses everything about him. Eventually he falls asleep from pure exhaustion.Â
He gets woken up at what feels like 2am from a knock on the door he checks the clock 5:20am he opens up the door assuming its jessie coming for a heath check of some kind he rubs his eyes âwhat the hell jessie why are you wakin me up at the asscrack of dawnâ he opens his eyes wondering why jessie didnt answer him and there you stand eyes looking at him smiling after just being cursed out by all 6 foot of tommy miller his dark curls messy from sleep â im not jessie but im assuming that he told you that you have patrol with me todayâ he had seen you around you had been Joel's old patrol partner when tommy or ellie couldent go with him he remembered you brought him and Maria casseroles after Joel died making sure they ate ânah he didnt let me get dressedâ he pulls his eyes away from you â just wait hereâ closing the door behind him leaving you on the porch he slips on jeans a tank top with a gray button up over top on his way out he grabs his bag and holster with his rifle you follow him walking towards the stables your voice cuts through the silence âim sorry if i woke youâ you gaze up at him his eyes stay in front of him never glazing your way âsâfineâ he said sighing you get to the stables greeting your favorite stable helper with a quick wave you were always kind even if they didnât deserve it
You climb up on your horse, joining the group of other patrol groups that Jessie is talking to. He looks up at both of you. "Well look who finally decided to join us." Tommy just stares distantly, no emotion, just straight-faced. "Ok, well as I was saying, Tommy and Y/N, you will be taking the west trail. Tommy knows it the best, so pay attention to what he says. Since the attack, there are not as many runners and clickers out, but we are trying to get ahead of it in case it happens again. Alrighty, go have fun, kids. Come back in one piece." Tommy heads in front of you as you go to catch up with him. Jessie stops you. "Hey, uhh, keep an eye on him; he's acting odd lately." You nod your head. âOk, I will." He pats you on the leg and sends you on your way. You catch up to Tommy, seeing that he didn't wait for you. His voice gruffly fills the air. "What did Jessie want?" "Oh, he just wanted me to be on time tomorrow." You could tell he knew you were lying because he looked you in the eyes. He answered with a hum.Â
You get further down the trail following a creak that's just an old drainage pipe that flooded. It leads to an old town you had never seen. Tommy leads you to a shed built near the stream on the opposite side of the town, opening the double doors, leading his horse inside, and tying it to a post. "We've been trying to overtime go through each shop," he motions to the town, âbut it's been too overgrown with infection that we hardly ever get to, so I'm thinking that after the horde it pulled most of them out of the town, and God knows we need the supplies." You look straight at him. "So you want me to do some dangerous shit that Jessie doesn't even know about for what? Some books?â You narrow your eyes at him. "You don't have to go; you'll just slow me down anyway." You scoff at his comment. "Funny," you mutter, tying your horse up and closing the doors. You run, getting your boots wet and splashing yourself in the process. "Tommy, wait up!" As he looks over the bank at the town over it, he puts his finger to his lips and shushes. âWhat?â you say, getting closer to him but still standing compared to him being squatted down. He pulls you down hard, making you fall on your ass, mud covering your lower half. "Fucking shut up." Before you can say he's being an asshole, he points in the distance at runners hunched over, blood covering their bodies, eating what seemed to be a bird.Â
You waited, just staring at the horrid creatures. "What are we going to do?" you whispered, eyes widened in concern. "You are going to follow every step I make very, very quietly." You watch as he carefully climbs up the bank, reaching out his hand to pull you up gently, looking behind himself the whole time, keeping his eyes locked on the infected still consuming the dead animal. He adjusts his rifle, moving through the thick brush and vines, stepping very strategically not to step on branches and make noise. You follow right behind him, every step matched, every step calculated, his eyes directly boring holes into the infected in the distance. You make your way to an alleyway that directly leads to a laundromat and two more rusted doors that are unrecognizable, roof caved in and all. Tommy walks to the door, still as possible, twisting the knob. "Locked," he grumbled silently. "Move." You say gently. You pull a bobby pin from off your backpack, moving it back and forth in the lock, unlocking it with ease.
You open the door, cringing at the noise of teeth gritting against one another. You go through, Tommy following behind. Your knife is in one hand, flashlight in the other. Skimming through every inch of the place, the windows are boarded up, black mold covering the walls in each corner. You jump a bit, scared of what youâll find. "Clear," you sigh, letting a breath out you didn't know you were holding. "Tommy?" you call out, hearing silence back. "Shit," you breathe out, moving swiftly through the corridor to the maintenance room he was supposed to be checking. You open the door hastily, making a loud bang. "What's your problem?" he hisses. "What's my problem?!â you point a finger to yourself. "I yelled out for you and never responded. I- I thought something happened," you say, breathless. "I'm fine," you huff at his dullness, glancing twice back at him rummaging through the drawers before walking away from him. You tried to look for anything useful you could bring back and failed miserably. Tommy Miller was an infuriating bastard, but you wouldn't let him get to you. You couldn't, but you knew you already had, and that just made you more pissed. You were letting him get under your skin.Â
You had searched every inch of the main area, and you'd found a total of nothing, zero, nada. You said yes and did this sketchy mission just to have nothing to show for it. You walk in shame over to where Tommy was looking. "You find anything?" He doesn't look up at you; he just nods his head and hands you an electrician handbook. You stuff it in your pack. âI don't think there's anything else here. Do you want to go to the next place?" He questions, "Don't you think it's getting late? Shouldn't we be getting back to our root?" "Nah, it's not late. You need to get a watch, girl," you grumble at him.
He made his way to the door, opening it, the squeak still evident. "Needs some WD40," like itâs an everyday task, like thatâs what you're obligated to say when you open a squeaky door. You trail behind him, watching the way his curls bounce when he moves strategically, light hitting the darkness, making the brownish color pop. Tommy lets his eyes wander to the building closest, not the ones with the caved-in roof but a small shop, an old bookstore possibly. You couldn't quite tell; half of the windows were boarded up. Tommy moved with meaning, going through the dense grass, watching every step like it meant something, and it did; it meant everything. It meant if he went home that night, if he was going to sleep on a dense couch, head in a pillow, thinking if his marriage was going to crumble and be worse that next morning or if he'd be buried in a shallow grave just like his brother.
You find a busted out window in the back of the building small but enough to get through with a little bit of shimmying and a lot more work for Tommy to get through which made it worthwhile to see him struggle even though that was petty the shop seemed to be bigger on the inside multiple reading areas with beanbags that are definitely not sittable anymore but none the less you walk around still cautious knife extended tommy of course had went his separate way wondering around in the front while you check out the back the smell of dust invaded your nose your boots clatter on the floor shelves line the walls you walk to one of the back corners looking at some of the old books some manuals and helpful things for the community siting your knife down to pick up a hunting guide suddenly your grabbed from behind by a stalker fungal hands pulling at your limbs trying to bite your arms your neck anything that its cold hands can touch you shriek out trying to grab your knife from the shelf and failing your you kick punch but itâs not working you reach out a last time a last hope and stab the monster it in the side but the infected is seemingly unbothered continuing to try and bite your throatÂ
Tommy was checking behind the counter, seeing if there was anything useful to find but not having the best luck. His mind was still racing with thoughts when he heard your scream echoing through the shop, his body going into overdrive, rushing to see the scene unfold. He reaches for his knife, lunging at the stalker and pulling it off of you. You stand there catching your breath, eyes wide in shock, heart racing. You are sure he can hear it. Tommy turns towards you, walking close. You can feel his breath. "What the hell were you thinking?" he yells. You flinch at this. Why was he yelling? It wasn't like it was your fault. Your hands are close to your chest, blood covering your right hand. You were at a loss for words. How was this your fault? His hand hits the wall close to your head, caging you in. âDamn it, answer me," he spat. You guessed it was the stress of the day, all of his gruffness, how you just had a life-or-death experience, and now you were being yelled at two inches from your face. It was all happening so fast you hadn't even noticed the tears spilling down.Â
He backed away. What did he do? The fear in his eyes was evident. You took your non-bloody sleeve and wiped the few tears that fell. You weren't proud; you were very embarrassed. You had been top of your patrol class; you were stern and witty. This was out of character for you. "We need to go; more will probably be heading this way," Tommy adds over his shoulder. A touch of guilt settled deep behind his words. You gathered what little you could and placed it in your bag.
The ride back was quiet, painfully so. The thick humid air covered you. The sun was setting when you got back to Jackson, blue shades mixed with the oranges and pinks of the evening, making a mosaic in the sky. You got to the stables, handing your horse off and gathering the last of your gear. Jessie spotted you first. "How did it go?" "It was fine." You tried hard to stabilize your breath. "You have blood on you, so something obviously isn't fine." His eyes pinched together. "It was just a wandering infection; it's fine, I'm fine." His eyes scanned you, not convinced. "Did you get bit?â He asks, fear in his eyes flashing suddenly, "No, God, no, I'm fine, Jessie." You pull your sleeve up, showing him you force a smile, not one that goes to your eyes but something soft that says, "Don't worry."Â
You drop your bag. "I almost forgot to give you these," putting the books in his hand, he looks at the labels, turning them in his hand. "Where did you find these?" he questions. You shrug about an old shack. You grab your bag and head home before he could ask any more questions. All you want to do is get home, take a hot shower, and lay down with a good book.Â
Tommy successfully made it past Jessie without being stopped and bombarded with questions by slipping through the stables and straight to the square. The sun had set low; the town was bustling with people socializing after a long day. He gave some quick smiles, pretending he was still the family man he had been, that he wasn't broken, that he hadn't ruined his marriage, that it wasn't his fault. He looks through the Tipsy Bison window at all the chattering people sharing beers and talking about the life before the outbreak if they were old enough to remember, but his eyes spotted someone in particular. That laughâhe knew that it was Maria. He hadn't heard that sound in a long time, but she wasn't laughing at some dumb joke he told; she was laughing at a young guy definitely younger than Tommy, maybe in his early thirties, not as many wrinkles as Tommy. Maria's hand fell on the younger man's hand, smiling wide before reaching for her drink. Tommy's eyes lingered, burning at the image; he had to pull his eyes away before he did something he regretted later.
You wanted to switch patrol partners after what happened, but you couldn't exactly say that. You didn't want to say anything about what happened that day, and you couldn't just say, "I didn't want to do patrol with Tommy because of the feeling in my tumtum," so you stayed silent, went on about your day, met patrol, and went with Tommy, but you didn't talk. If you didn't talk, he'd have nothing to be mad at, but something was different in his eyes. It wasn't that practiced tired that he had yesterday; it was like the life had been sucked out of him through his eyes. Was he ok? Did you really feel pity for this man, the same man who spat in your face for trying not to die? No, you couldn't, but deep somewhere in you, you had the slightest amount of pity for the man in front of you. Everything went by normally that day, but the way he stared in the distance made you feel sad. You didn't know, but it made your stomach turn.Â
Tommy was just on autopilot; he didn't know what he felt. He had the knowledge that his wife was going to someone else for comfort instead of talking about it with him, and that hurt. The anger was pushed down deep in his chest, and what covered it was the fact that this was his fault; it wasn't Maria's, it wasn't yours. He had taken his anger out on you, and he knew he was a douchebag for that, and it burned him deep. One night after patrol, he let himself think this was his fault and he had to make it up to you and Maria; he couldn't live like this, feeling sorry for himself. After a beer or two, he walks over to your house. He'd heard Joel talk about repairing your sink once, and he knew the place. He hesitated before knocking. "Jessie, if that's you asking if I turned into a walker yet, I'm gunnâ" You yell out, walking to the door and yanking it open. The sight of Tommy Miller was not one you were expecting. "Oh, it's you," voice soft, his eyes locked to yours, he looked like an abandoned puppy on your doorstep. Reluctantly, you stepped aside; he followed inside.
âDo you want water?â He shakes his head, eyes not daring to look at yours, staying glued to the floor anywhere except you. "Why are you being so nice?â he questions. "What do you mean?â "I was such an asshole to you, and you have been so nice." His eyes glance at yours. Once you had a smirk on your face? "Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but yeah, you have," he smiled with your words. âTommy, what's up with you? I talked to you before you went from Seattle. What happened?"Â
âI saw Maria with another man," he blurted. Was he a good man for not saying what he did? No, but was he ashamed? Yes. "Maria cheated on you while you were gone?â He nodded, ashamed by the hole he dug for himself. "Shit," you breathed out. He was close to you; you could hear his hard breathing again, but you weren't scared this time. "Now I understand why you were so mad." His eyes were boring into yours, brown mixing into the depth of your iris. Why he did it, he didn't quite know, but his lips collided with yours in something deep and needy. He pulled back quick, cursing himself. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." âHey, hey, Tommy, it's ok." You grab his hand, not forcing, just steadying. "It's ok if you want to let off some steam." You look at him through your lashes. His lips latch to yours again, all tongue and teeth, messy. His hands hold your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. Your hand finds the nape of his neck, rubbing soft, soothing circles.
His hands guide you back against the countertop, pushing you up. His lips make constellations on your neck and up your jaw. "Tell me to stop, please." You don't; you should, but you donât. His hands move up your legs, pushing down your panties with precision, each move calculated. Your bare cunt is on full display, completely soaked. "Fuck, youâre soaked for me," you whine as he places two fingers between your folds, gently stroking your clit. You whine at the sudden stop of his fingers when he pulls them away, only to see them working his belt loose. The metal clicking invades your memory, the zipper pulling and denim dragging. His boxers are left, your hand reaching, unable to stop the wanting that was low in your stomach. His big hand guides your smaller one over the bulge, rubbing it, making him throw his head back with a growl. Your hand hooks, pulling them down fully, cock long with various veins covering it, hot precum spilling at the tip like gorgeous pearls over his tan skin. You finger stroke his length. âTommy, please, I want you. I want all of you." His eyes flash to your lust taken over. His hands pull you down, flipping you around quickly, fingers finding your leaking hole, gathering slick, and rubbing it on his cock.Â
He sinks in with full overwhelming force, starting with slow thrusts then getting quick fucking into your cunt, hard hitting that sweet spot every time. Your whining and his balls slapping against your ass are the only thing that fills the room. His hand finds your waist, the other hand cupping your ass, quickly slapping it. "Does that feel good?" Your orgasm was so close you couldnât even answer; all you did was nod and give another needy moan. Your body flexed and jerked as your orgasm took over, pulsing against his cock, milking him, obeying and over. âFuck, fuck, Iâm coming. Do you want me to pull out?" Your legs are shaking. "No, come inside me!â You pant; in that moment, his white spent coated your insides, filling you to the brim.Â
You both sit there for a moment when he finally pulls you in. You whine; he breathes heavily against your neck. "I'm really sorry about yelling at you." âI think you made it up to me, Miller." His chest bounces with his chuckle.Â
When Tommy walks home that night, his heart is full, the ache still lingering somewhere deep but dulled down. His hand lingers for a moment before opening the front door. Surprisingly, Mariaâs there. His eyes are skeptical. "Tommy, come sit." He does what she asks; her hands are pressed neatly in her lap. âI want to try again. I want a family with you." He scoffs at her.
âYou cheated with that young guy at the bar." Maria looks confused. âWhat? No, Tommy, that's my therapist. He was helping me work through the feelings I had about our marriage. I was an asshole, and I was being avoidant." Shit, he just cheated on his wife, and she was trying to help their marriage.
Summary:Â After countless dates with a boy, you know that next time youâre going to sleep with him. But youâre way too inexperienced. So what better way is there than showing up at Joel Millerâs door with cherry pie in hand, and asking if heâs willing to help you out?
Warnings:Â 18+, MDNI, smut, oldman!joel, dom!joel, both reader and Joel are kinda unhinged, slight pervy!joel, tiny bit of mean!joel but he is a softie, cheating (also not? bc reader is not together with that boy), inexperienced!reader, girthy age gap! (61 and 24), praise kink, slight degradation, breeding kink (?), oral m!receiving, pinv, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, fingering, riding, size kink, outbreak, tiny bit of thigh riding
A/N: oh my gosh that old, dirty man is back at it again. I missed him, I hope yall did toođ
Your fingers tapped nervously on the plate beneath the cherry pie. The sweet scent was almost unbearable, but giving up wasnât an optionânot after that time you spent searching for ingredients outside of Jackson.
The sun dipped low behind the trees and it was nearly evening. The timing was perfect for some pie, and you were sure Joel would love it.
His house sat on the quieter edge of Jackson, marked by a âMillerâ mailbox, a wooden porch, and a dried-out garden. (You couldnât blame him though, he was working way too hard to keep up with his garden.)
Three knocks.
âHi.â You greeted him, a smile tugging on your lips. His eyebrows quickly furrowedâjust as you know him. Joel looked exhausted. His green flannel dirty, hair messy and dirt stained boots. He just came back from work.
âWhatcha doinâ, girl?â His voice hoarse, deep. Sending shivers down your spine.
And you knew this was a bad idea. Heck, asking Joelâyour mentor, your teacher and someone who took care of you countless timesâto show you how to give someone a blowjob was embarrassing.
But you didnât know how else to learn. You were way too inexperiencedâno enough friends to ask, no porn, no education in this town.
And after your last time, having to interrupt a heavy make out session with that one boy who works at the day care, you needed desperate help for next time.
âBought you cherry pie.â
His eyes lingered over the pie for a moment, then landed on your bodyâfollowing the curve of your skin up and down, lingering far too long on the red crop top you were wearing.
âMade me pie, eh? Itâs cold outside. Come on in.â He opened his door wide, a hand coming to the small of your back and letting you inâlingering a bit longer than usual.
From the inside, his house was cosierâthe last bits of sunlight spilling from the windows, painting everything into a golden haze. His furniture, old and rugged like him, was scattered with soft pillows and a few photos here and there. And of course, his beloved wooden carved animals, carefully crafted, sat in every corner, quietly collecting dust.
You carefully place the pie on his kitchen counter, nervously biting the inside of your cheek.
Joel already pulls out two forks, one for you and one for him. âNow what do we have here.â
You knew he adored your pies. Sometimes youâd bake him two or even three, and heâd devour every last biteâbut only after heâd done something in return. Whether it was fixing something around your apartment or bringing you something from patrol, there was always a little exchange involved.
âWhatâs the matter with you? Why the face?â he asks, and your heart leaps, suddenly remembering why you came. He already took a generous bite of cherry pie, a smear of filling resting messily at the corner of his mouth.
âJustâuhm. Can you do me a little favor?â
âA favor? Shouldâve known. Yânever bring that old man pie without wanting any favors.â
You giggle quietly, also taking a bite of pie.
âWhat is it this time, sweetheart?â
Sweetheart.
The first time he called you that was when you were together on patrol. He taught you how to use a sniper, his hand landing gently on your shoulder, squeezing softly when you did well. Or when you helped him fix your lightâtools in your hand, his voice calling you a good girl when you handed him the right ones.
Or when he had you creaming around his fingers. After giving him his pie, quietly, on your couch. Leaving small kisses on your neck, the other hand rubbing your nipples through your shirt, telling you how good you are for him.
And a âthis canât happen again.â leaving you with wanting more.
So, you werenât sure if you were here because of that boy or because of Joel. Because, admittedly, you have been aching for his touch since then.
âCat got ya tongue?â He interrupts your thoughts with a quick snap of fingers. âMy back is fuckinâ killing me. Letâs sit down on the couch, then you can tell me about that little favour of yours.â
Before you can answer him, he pulls out two plates, carefully puts one slice for you and two slices for himself, and then walks to his living room with them.
You take a deep breath.
Walking into the living room, you see him sitting thereâalready one of the slices goneâas he starts on the other. You gently make your way to him, sitting down next to him. He takes his fork with pie and brings it to your mouth, making you giggle and take it, a coo leaving his lips.
âCâmon, say it,â he urges, nudging you. Your mind spins with all the ways this could end.
Either heâll react wellâjust as you know himâand help you, or heâll make you leave his house and never contact him again.
You start, âSo there is a boy.â And you can see him clenching his jaw tight, fork leaving his hand as his eyebrows furrow.
âThat so?â
âMhm. And IâI donât know how to ask you this butââ
You look down, your fingers fidgeting with each other, heart thudding in your chest like itâs about to break out.
âSpit it out, kid.â He sighs, sets the plate down, and turns his body toward youâmaking it now impossibly more difficult for you.
âIâI want to do things with him. But iâm kinda too inexperienced.â Your cheek heat up while youâre talking, your gaze falls down not wanting to look into his disturbed face. The air in the room now feeling impossibly thick.
After an awkward silence you peak up to Joel, who is just looking at you. You canât tell if itâs disbelief or disgust. Or maybe something in between.
âJesus christ, girl.â He mutters out. âAnd what do you want me to do? Hold your hand while youâre getting dicked down?â
Your eyes widen, a gasp leaving your lips at his wording.
âOh my godâno, no. Thatâs not what I meant.â Well, what you meant might be just a little bit worse than what he interpreted it as.
âJustâya knowâŠmaybe show me how to give a bloââ
âNah.â He interrupts you swiftly, shaking his head. âNot happeninââ
You sigh, defeated. Not only did you feel embarrassed, but you probably just ruined your almost perfect relationship with him. Joel took a pillow, mumbling something under his breath, and placed it over his lap. Your eyes perked up at thatâhe was hard. And he was trying to hide it.
âB-but, you also showed me something else the other time. Wouldnât be that the same?â
He sighs. âBaby, you ainât cominâ here dressed like that, bringing me cherry pie and asking me to give you sex ed.â
âYâknow I ainât got anyone else.â You poutâmaybe thatâll help. âAnd besides, you told me to come to you whenever I needed something right?â
âChrist,â he groans, rubbing his forehead. âJust can tell you how itâs done, yea? Nothinâ more.â
You hesitate. Hearing it out loud would be more awkward than him simply showing you. His eyes leave no room for choice, so you give a small nod.
âCominâ here asking me how to blow someone.â He shakes his head, in disbelief.
âHeyyy, JoelâI donât know how else to learn okey? I donât want to embarrass myself.â You whine.
âSâfine.â He grumbles under his breath, sitting up straight. âYâstart by teasing.â
His eyes land on your tits.
âShow âem. Every boy will appreciate it.â
Your cheeks flush red.
âThen you get on those pretty knees. Take it out, give it some love.â
You ask, curious. âHow do I give it some love?â
âCanât serve everything on a silver spoon can I?â Grumpy, annoyedâmaking you amused. The pout from earlier starts to form again, you give him a pleading look.
He sighs once again. âGive kisses first. From top to bottom. Stroke gently.â And you notice how the tip of his ears are red.
âAnd the rest is pretty much self explanatory, ainât it sweetheart?â
You look at him, the curiosity not letting up. As if you had no clue of the world, wanting him to explain it to you in every single detail. And you were so amused at how flushed and annoyed he was getting.
âGod damn, girl. Open them lips, wrap them around and go up and down.â
âHow fast?â
âJust how fast that person likes.â He shruggs.
âHow do I know how fast that person likes it?â And itâs laughable at how dumb you were making yourself seem, but seeing him grip the pillow over his crotch tighter, his cheeks flushed and sweat dripping from his foreheadâit was worth every single second.
âI let my girls know when I gather their hair in my palm and push them faster down.â
Your breath hitches, his girls.
âThen I buck my hips into their mouth,â he continues.
All this time, you thought Joel was a miserable, lonely man with no relationships whatsoever. Embarrassment washes over you as you think about how you believed you were the only one he likedâand that when he fingered you, you were special. You came here to get educatedâno, you came here to seduce him. And that was the plain truth.
âGot that in your pretty little head?â He asks you, suddenly pinching your chin between his fingers and making you look at him.
You wanted him to push your head down and buck his hips against you.
âNot really.â
âYouâre getting on my last nerves.â He grumbles before putting the pillow away and revealing his bulge. Your eyes land on it, as he zips down his pants, looking at you. His eyes darkening.
âCâmon. That brain of yours had to take some sort of information, right?â
His eyes land on your tits.
You quickly nod, pushing your crop top up quicky, revealing your breasts to him. You hear a groan leaving his chest, then a chuckle.
âGood, thatâs what I like to see.â His hand finds your chest, fingers squeezing, then pinching your nipple. âNow what do we do?â
âGet on my knees.â
âAtta girl. Get on those knees.â
He doesnât need to tell you twice when you slide down the couch and kneel in front of his bulge. Nodding, he gently pulls his hard one out of his boxers.
You almost start to drool at the sight.
He was so big. And he was pulsing. Red mushroom head, precum dribbling from the slit and decorated with veins from bottom to top.
âNow, what did we say?â He asks, his hand gently pumping himself up and down, while your eyes follow.
âGive it some love.â
Your hands shakily grab his cock, looking small compared to his length. Stroking up and down, looking up to him with doe eyes and placing kisses on every inch while you listen to Joels groans.
âThatâs it.â He gathers your hair into his palm, forming a loose ponytail to keep it from falling in your face. âA man should always do this, yea? Not let you do all the work.â
Your cheeks heat up again, his eyes lock into yours as you nod. There was a warmth spreading inside your panties. You had already difficulties taking his fingers last time, you wonder how itâll be if you took his cock.
âWanna take him into my mouth.â You mumble.
He coos. ââcourse ya do. Câmon then. Show me how good you listened.â
âUp and down.â You nod. âHm, up and down, thatâs right.â He answers.
You open your lips, hand gently stroking up and down his dick. Slowly, you wrap your mouth around his tip, hearing him shudder in response.
You try different things out. Swirling around, getting deeper, pulling out and giving small kitten licks. All the while Joel groans your name, and without noticing, your ponytail wrapped in his fist, he moves your headâslow, deliberateâup and down his length.
âJust like that. Yâlearning fast.â
The pleasure in your abdomen getting unbearable. You feel yourself soaking through your panties as you start grinding your hips against the heel of your foot.
âWould ya look at that.â He chuckles, his hand going faster.
And as Joelâs movements get messier, he dives your head down until a gag rises sharp in your throat. You cough, and he pulls out quickly, watching your face closely.
âDeep breaths, deep breaths, baby.â He carefully tries to calm you down, and while you try to breath normal again, he starts apologising: âIâm sorry, sweetheart. That shouldâve not happen. Got too lost in the pleasure.â
âSâokey.â You smile lazily to him, drool hanging from the sides of your face, lips swollen red. You looked too beautiful for your own damn good right now. And Joel wants nothing more to take you right then and there.
âI think thatâs enough for today. You already learned how to use your mouth. Iâm sure youâll do good.â
Disappointment washes down your face. You sit there looking up to him with pleading eyes. The throbbing in your cunt unbearable and the urge to take care of him way too big.
He slips the edge of his shirt over his thumb and brushes the drool from your mouth, slow and careful.
âPretty girl. You let that boy treat you well, yea? Or else.â He mumbles, but your eyes are only on his wet, aching cock.
The boy was forgotten, and Joel could see it in your hazy, fucked-out eyes. You were needyâneedy to be touchedâand he wished he could just take you, right on his couch. But he made that mistake once. He couldnât let it happen again.
You move before you even realize it, climbing onto his lap and settling on one of his thighs. His hard cock grazes your skin, and he takes his time looking at youâyour lips, your tits.
âOh angel, we canât.â A breath leaves his mouth.
You lean in and start kissing himâhis cheek, his neckâfingers stroking through his hair as you suckle on his collarbones. His hands find your waist, gripping tight. One hand cups your breast, pinching your nipple. And before you even realize it, your hips are grinding against his thigh.
âWhy?â You ask, laying your head against his chest, moving your hips in a slow rhythm.
âI would ruin you.â He answers, âAnd people in this town would kill us.â
âBut youâre just teachinâ me something. Nobody has to know.â
A groan leaves his lips when your hands wrap around his cock, gently stroking up and down.
âThat so?â
âHmâ, you nod. âYâstill need to teach me how to take cock.â
âJesus christ, sweetheart. When did ya get so bold, huh?â
And you want to say âwhen you left me with aching for moreâ but you donât. Instead, you focus on the pleasures building in your tummy. Grinding harder against the rough fabric of his jeans, and a whimper slipping from your lips.
Suddenly, Joel mumbles a âfuck it,â then follows with, âPull your pants and panties down. Now.â He demands itâand you do just that, standing up and tugging everything down.
âBut you ainât gonna complain if it hurts.â His hands pull you back into his lap, making you sit down again. âAll this begging and then complaining about it hurting would be pathetic, girl.â
âCâmere. Youâre wet enough.â One hand touches your folds, the other holding his cock. You buckle up, his tip gliding over your folds as you release a breath.
You gently and slowly, sink down.
âEasy, easy, babygirl.â He helps you. Squeezing your hips and guiding you through. A cry leaving your lips when you fully sit down. His length stretching you, touching places youâve never even felt before.
âSâbig, yea? Thatâs a mans cock, baby. Not gonna gave that much satisfaction when you ride that boy.â
Your head falls to his shoulder, biting down, clenching on his cock. âSo big.â A whimper falling from your lips.
âOh I know, I know.â He whispers. âBut youâll take it, baby. Still need to teach you, donât I?â He says it playfully. Joel knows the boy is long gone from your mindâand that you came here for one thing: to get fucked by him. Thereâs no denying it.
He shifts underneath you, gripping you by your thighs and thrusts two times up, leaving you breathless.
âGood?â
âMhm. More.â And he doesnât need to hear that twice. He starts giving you quick thrusts, altering between deep and slow, while your moans fill the room.
Your hands grip his shirt, looking at him, his eyebrows furrowed, concentrating, rough breaths leaving his mouth. Tits start to bounce up and down, while he pumps in and out of your squelching cunt.
âAinât the one I used to be, girlâhelp that old man, will you? Start moving your hips.â He groans.
Your body almost limb from the pleasure, starts moving at his request. Going up and down, circling. His hands guiding you, helping you. Biting your lips, whines filling the quiet room and as Joels body suddenly shudders, you feel it.
His cum pumping you. Spurt after spurt, filling you to the brim.
You whimper, looking down, seeing drops of cum escaping your pussy.
âOh, thatâs a good girl.â He coos. âTightest fuckinâ cunt iâve ever had. Made me cum in no time.â
And youâre still aching for more.
âCouldâve just go to him.â You shrug. âHe wouldâve at least lasted longer.â
Joel looks at you with widen eyes. The relief after his orgasm completely gone, his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushing red. Not with shame or embarrassment.
But anger.
Without a word, he grabs your hips and forces you down onto the couch beside him. Your eyes widen, hands clutching his neck as he looms over you.
âJoel, what are you doing?â You ask, with no answer. Instead, he spreads your legs and grabs his cock.
He glances down, noticing heâs still soft. After a few frustrated strokes, he mutters, âGod dammit.â
You giggle.
âFind that funny, huh?â He asks and you canât even answer before he fills you with two of his fingers, a yelp leaving your lips. âStill got my fingers, baby.â
âJoel..â You squeeze your eyes shut when he curls them, his thick fingers going in and out of you.
âMâright here, angel. Yâthink that boy of yours can reach those spots huh?â
And the spots he reaches are indescribable. Your mouth falls open when he hits your g-spot over and over again. Your legs start to shake, as you feel yourself getting close.
âLook at that, yâlet me cum in you so well.â He whispers, looking at the ring of sperm build around his fingers whenever he pulls them out of your cunt.
âJoeljoeljoel.â With that you clench down his fingers, hips bucking, tummy clenching, you come around his fingers with a big cry.
Before you can even come down, heâs filling you againâhis cock sliding in. The stretch feels good this time, and you clutch his shoulders as he murmurs your name. Your sensitive walls tighten around him, his length still a bit soft but just firm enough to push deep.
âTakinâ it so so good, baby.â He gently whispers in your ear. His lips latch into your neck, kissing and biting. Your moans start to fill the room again, as his thrusts begin in a quick rhythm.
âFeels good, feels so good.â You whimper, and squirm around. âI know it does, I know. That boy may last longer, but he wonât give you a reason for your pussy to be swollen red.â He looks down at your cunt while saying, a thumb landing on your clit.
You canât even listen to him as the pleasure grows in your tummy once again. âMâgonna cum, please.â
âGood, câmon then.â
His thumb speeds up at your clit, your leg falls from the couch because of the hard thrusts. Your hands grip impossibly tight to his shoulders.
âGonna fill you up again, show this whole town who you belong to, yea?â Your eyes get wide at that, making him chuckle. His thrusts growing sloppier and sloppier.
âJoel, please.â
âShh, sâokey. Cum with me, baby.â And you do.
You let go. This time, itâs harder than any orgasm youâve ever had. Your mouth falls open, silent, as Joel gives you two more hard thrusts before spilling inside youâfilling you up again, his release dripping onto the couch beneath you.
He kisses your temple, your nose, your forehead while you come down. His breathing is still hard and deep just like yours, softly coming down from the hard orgasms you two just had.
He pulls out, sits up slightly and watches as his cum oozes out of you.
âChrist, all filled up arenât you?â His fingers wander to your slit, then he gathers the cum that drips out of your hole and pushes it in with two of his fingers.
With all the exhaustion, you can only whimper.
He thrusts them in and out, thumb gently landing on your clit, just slightly grazing it and making you shudder because of the sensitivity.
âNo boy, yea? Youâre mine. And if that takes, thatâll prove it.â He looks at you, furrowed eyebrows. And you nod your head softly, limbs to weak to function as you lay on his couch filled to the brim while his fingers are still working inside of you.
The next orgasm rolls in quietly, soft and fleetingâjust enough to leave you relaxed and sleepy. Joel lets out a quiet chuckle, then pulls you close by the waist and shoulder. You nestle your head against his shoulder, and he kisses your forehead with quiet affection.
âGod damn, yâneed to bring me more often pie, sweetheart.â
đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ« just need that old man so badâŠ
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MINI NATâS NOTE: i havenât stopping thinking about this loser kansas failure man since friday. i literally got out of bed to write this because i canât sleep. hope yâall love it, mwah!
CW: 18+ SMUT MDNI, fem!reader, rough sex, service top clark, he whimpers cause i said so, sexy uses of x-ray vision, clark kent can FUCK, super stamina yes god, hyperspermia, supermanâs super huge dick, belly bulging, porn w.o plot, no use of y/n.
"Clark, pleaseâ"
Your voice breaks on his name, swallowed by the sound of the headboard slamming into the way again and again and again.
Your thighs are shaking, pinned wide open by Clarkâs hands, his grip near desperate as he ruts into you with a punishing force. Itâs not as hard as he could go, you know that he must be biting through his lip trying to control himself. You wish he could go harder, that he could really give it to you.Â
He deserves it. He works so hard, he deserves a nice warm hole to pound into after saving the world for the hundredth timeâor after turning in another perfect front page piece to Perry.
Youâve brought it up a few times, when Clark was too drunk off the feeling of your lips against his own and the taste of your tongue on his to shy away from the conversation.
You could take it, youâd take anything he gives you with open arms and spread legs and a smile on your face.
Clarkâs far too sweet to ever pin you down and just take. Heâs a gentleman through and through, he was taught to treat ladies with respect. Superman isnât an exception to those good farm boy manners of course, no matter how many times youâve daydreamed about him flying through your window and tossing you on the mattress and using you.
God, you really do love him like this though.
âSorry,â he pants, forehead pressed to yours, dark curls mussed. âIâm sorry, I canâtâI canât stop. You feel too good, baby, youâre so good.â
Clarkâs voice breaks on the last word like heâs begging you to understand, but the thrust of his hips says otherwise. There's nothing apologetic about the way heâs fucking youâlike itâs the last thing heâll ever do. Like his survival depends on it. The bedâs screaming under the weight of his body, your body, his strength.
Your spine arches off the bed as his hips slap against yours hard enough to sting, wet and relentless. âClark,â you gasp, nails raking down his back uselessly. âDonât stop. Pleaseâdonât stop.â
His cock splits you open again and again, thick and flushed and incessant, pistoning deep and hard and needy. Itâs too much. It always is. Too thick, too long, the fat head of him kissing up against something so deep inside you it shouldnât be physically possible.
The room smells like sex. Sweat and musk and Clarkârain, ozone, sunlight. The sound of your bodies coming together bounces off the walls, the wet slap of skin on skin. The filthy, slick noises of your pussy sucking his cock deeper makes your ears burn.
Youâve lost count of how many times youâve come. Clark hasnât. Of course he hasnât.
âFive,â he groans, burying his face in the sweaty expanse of your neck. âYouâre so sensitive now, baby, I knowâI can hear it, your heartbeat skips every time I do thisââ he pulls out, just halfway, then slams forward and stays there, his cock so deep your stomach distends a little. âGosh, look at that.â
Youâre soaked, ruined, you know it. Youâve been trembling under him for five rounds, but you love it. Every ragged thrust, every strangled apology he canât stop moaning, every load he pumps into you like his body has to. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, drag him even deeper, and Clark whines.
âIâmâfuckâIâm gonna come againâplease, baby, let meâpleaseââ
Heâs come three times already. You can feel the wet, hot mess heâs made of you, dripping down your thighs, soaking the sheets. Youâre already so full. You feel full.
The last time he came inside you he barely gave you a minute before he was hard again, aching and apologizing even as he buried himself back in your cunt. His come is still dripping out of you in thick, creamy ropes, and he still hasnât stopped chasing it. He canât.
"Yes." Your legs wrap tighter around his waist. You want it. You need it. âGive it to me, Clark.â
That's all it takes for him to lose it again.
His body locks upâhips jerking, mouth falling open with a loud, broken moan.
You cry out as you feel him twitch deep inside you, and then it happens againâhot, endless, thick spurts of come painting your insides, filling you up so full it hurts. Clarkâs gasping, his mouth falling open against your shoulder, his whole body trembling.Â
His cock doesnât go soft, it never does. Not when heâs buried in you like this. Not when you keep fluttering around him, squeezing down like you want to milk every last drop from his body.
âShit, I didnât meanââm sorryâI keepââ His hips stutter and then roll again, like heâs addicted to how you feel around him, like stopping would kill him. âItâs too muchâI know, babyâI justâyou make me so messyââ
Thereâs even more come leaking down your thighs in thin streams of white, soaking the sheets, slicking his cock every time he pulls out just to slam back in. You can feel how slippery everything is now, how swollen you are, how stretched. And stillâhe doesnât stop.
âYouâshit, you take it so good,â he moans. âMy good girlâmy pretty girlâlook at you, look at how much I gave you.â
Clark looks down, a soft groan rips out from somewhere deep in his chest at the sight of his cock punching up inside of you. His eyes go, glassy and unfocused for a moment. Thatâs the only warning you get before he tilts his hips ever so slightly, and youâre crying out when he hits that spot up inside you perfectly on the next thrust.
Thatâs a definite perk of dating a metahuman, x-ray vision. You know that even without any special powers he could take you apart until you were a crying, shaking mess. That being said, the MRI eyes help.
Clark has spent hours learning each and every part of your body, inside and out. Heâs made a home between your legs and watched your nervous system light up more times than you can count.Â
Heâs watched the way your dopamine levels spike when he mouths at your clit just right, the way your pulse lights up when his fingers slide deep and curl at just the right angle. Heâs studied you like scripture, like a blueprint.
You cry out, screwing your eyes shut as your hands slide down his back. You revel in the feel of him on top of you, the muscles of his back rolling and working under your greedy touch. Youâre going to come again, you know you are. The spring inside of you starts coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.
âPlease,â Clark gasps, nearly sobbing it. âLet meâone more time, I promiseâpleaseâI know youâre full, baby, I knowâjust one more.â
âYouâre gonna break the bed again,â you gasp, too dumb and lost for words to say anything else.
Clark doesnât respondâmaybe he canât. Maybe heâs already too far gone to hear anything but the desperate squelch of his own come leaking out of your ruined pussy and down the hard length of his cock.
âI love youâI love you so much," he mutters incoherently, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over the meat of your hips as his cock carves a place for itself inside you. "You feel too goodâgod, you were made for me.â
The mattress jerks violently beneath you with every thrustâyou can feel the wood frame groaning, splintering. Not the first time. Probably wonât be the last.
Itâll be worth it.
MINI NAT'S NOTE: anyway this movie changed my life. i started rewatching 70s superman the second i got home. james gunn thank you for making superhero movies with love and whimsy again.
a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.
summary: âoh, naughty, naughty you,â Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, âwhat were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?â the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.Â
warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, iâm just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i donât have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
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âYou were amazing out there,â you purred between pecks as Steveâs firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform.Â
âThank you,â he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, âyou know, I think was even better with you in the audience,â nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, âlike you brought me luck or something.â
Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriendâs uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, âhey, Rogers!â reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, âcoach wants a word with you in his office.â
âAlright, thanks,â he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, âIâll be right back,â his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, âthere is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you donât wanna wait out here,â he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time.Â
Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, âokay,â but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, âSteve, what are you-,â but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely.Â
âIâll come find you in a bit, yeah?â he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up.Â
âSteve!â you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor.Â
â10 minutes, 15 tops!â he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, âthen Iâm claiming my prize!âÂ
With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.
Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didnât even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in.Â
Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room youâd blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge youâd thought it was, but instead, the teamâs locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest.Â
âWow, Iâm sorry-,â your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, âI-I-âŠâ
Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.
From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, âhey sweetheart, fans arenât allowed in here,â before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, âI thought they said they had tightened security around hereâŠâ
With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thorâs towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, âwait a second, I recognise you,â you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriendâs side, âyouâre Capâs new girl, arenât you?â
âI-I-, yeah,â you stammered, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to walk in here-â
âOh, but you did,â Bucky teasingly took a step closer.Â
âI was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,â you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, âIâm so sorry, I'll get out,â but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here.Â
âYouâre cute,â you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, âisnât she cute, guys?â
Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, âwhatâs your name, baby?â his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine.Â
âY/nâŠâ you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.
âThatâs a pretty name,â his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum.Â
âSo, tell us, Y/n,â you spun back around at the sound of Buckyâs timbre, âdid you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?â
âNo!â you squeaked, âI swear, I didnât-â
âBecause I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,â he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head.Â
âOh, naughty, naughty you,â Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, âwhat were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?â the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.Â
âNo, I wasnât trying anything, I-,â the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice.Â
âHey,â Sam boomed to the rest of the team, âsheâs not wearing any panties!â
âSheâs not?â Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.
âFuck,â you heard Clint curse gutturally, âyou came to the game like that?â
From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, âwhat a little fucking slutâŠâÂ
âNo, it wasnât-â
But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Buckyâs waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after youâd had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in.Â
Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, âwhy donât you wait here with us?â
âI-âŠâ you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his.Â
âRogers wonât mind,â he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress youâre your heated cheek, âpromise.â
âYeah,â Pietroâs voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, âwe always take good care of his girlsâŠâÂ
Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, âo-okay,â your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, âI guess if you say Steve wouldnât mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.â
âGreat!â Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you.Â
Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, âso did you enjoy the game?â
âOh, sure,â with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thorâs half-naked form as he crossed the room, âit was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.â
âAw, thanks,â the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, âCap really wasnât bluffing about her.â
âDude, I know,â Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, âso, Y/n!â he slyly cleared his throat, âyou never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?â
âOh, I-âŠâ you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, âthat wasnât me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.â
Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, âoh, Steve stole them, did he now?â
âYeah,â you nodded bashfully.Â
âAnd just why would he do such a thing?â
âI-âŠâ you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, âI think itâs easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.â
âYeah, but I wanna hear you say it,â Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze.Â
âCome on, honey,â Samâs tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, âdonât get shy on us now.â
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, ââŠwe were gonna go celebrateâŠâ
âCelebrate? Really?â Buckyâs gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, âwell, that sounds fun, doesnât it sound fun, guys?â he didnât tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, âyou know what I think?â your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, âI think we deserve some celebrating as well, donât you think? I mean, it wasnât only Rogers out there on the field. Donât we deserve a prize as well?â
As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, âI-⊠I guess soâŠâ
Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, âyeah?â his words were just above a whisper, âyou wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?â
With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, âuh-huh,â before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow.Â
Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements.Â
As you purred enchantedly against Buckyâs lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns.Â
But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didnât take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Buckyâs lips with a dizzying pant, âoh my god,â and bury your face in his brawny chest.Â
Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, âfuck, she tastes good.â
âOh yeah?â Thor breathed from the sidelines.Â
âLike fucking sunshine and rainbows,â he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more.Â
You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel.Â
Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tonyâs breath tickle your ear, âyou mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?â
Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadnât bothered to put a bra on this morning.Â
Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, âdamn, look at these fucking tits,â he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clintâs short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, âyou like that, hon?â he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, âyou like having these little nipples played with, huh?â
âMhm,â you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered.Â
âWhat else do you like, huh?â Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, âyou like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?â poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, âyeah? You wanna suck our cocks?â he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, âyou think you can handle all of us at once?â
âI donât know if I can,â you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, âIâve never been with more than just one person at a time.â
âOh no, really?â Tony rumbled playfully, âyouâve never been shared by more?â he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, âwhat a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.â
âDonât you worry, darling,â Thor smirked, âweâll help you,â before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.
You hadnât really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the teamâs enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities.Â
âO-oh, wow,â your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, âI-I-,â lengths springing free all around you, âI donât know where to startâŠÂ wowâŠâ a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, âh-hi.â
Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, âhey, baby.â
âYouâll all so-,â your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, âwowâŠâ
Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions.Â
âYeah, right back at ya,â Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts.Â
Catching Pietroâs eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summerâs day, âoh, shit,â he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, âopen up for me, baby,â parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, âyeah, just like that,â you felt his pulse against your tongue, âfuckâŠâ
Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietroâs bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought.Â
When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tonyâs hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp.Â
âHere you go,â he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, âshow me that tongue, angel,â chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, âthere you go, honey,â fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, âthere you goâŠâÂ
As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core.Â
âFuck, sheâs so wet,â he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, âyou like that, baby?â lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, âthat what you need?â
âOh, god,â you panted, eyes fluttering shut, âyes!â
As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor.Â
âHow about something else, huh?â Thorâs voice cut through your haze, âyou wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?â your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer.Â
Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, âwhat do you have in mind?â you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip.Â
Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, âyou really want me to spell it out for you?â to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet.Â
Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open.Â
âLook at thatâŠâ he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, âso pretty,â before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, âfuckâŠâ
Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch.Â
âHow does she feel?â you heard Tony ask.Â
Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, âfucking incredible,â his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear.Â
When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.
âHere you go, sweetheart,â he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, âdonât forget the nuts,â he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, âthatâs it, atta girlâŠâ
Feeling Thorâs hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously.Â
It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream youâd never wanna wake from.Â
After cumming all over Thorâs cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.
âThis how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?â Buckyâs timbre cut through all of the moans, âthis what you expected?â his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, âyou expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?â gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, âhas Cap fucked you here before?â
In between your sloppy pecks across Clintâs cock, you admitted, âa-a couple times.â
âA couple of times,â he chuckled darkly, âreally?â
âWhat a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,â Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, âsay it, say that youâre a dirty girl.â
The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, âIâm a dirty girl.â
Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, âagain.â
âIâm a dirty girl.â
Slapping your features harsher this time, âone more time, what are you?â
âA-, fuck,â you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, âa dirty girl!
Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.
âAlright guys, listen up!â he called out before he truly took in the activities heâd just interrupted, âcouch says that-,â but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, âY/n?âÂ
âOh hey, Cap,â Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, âthought weâd keep your girl entertained while you were gone.âÂ
Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, âguys, seriously?â his glare found each and every one of them, âI was gonna talk to her first,â stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, âhey baby.â
âS-Steve,â you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further.Â
âHow are you doing, huh?â the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, âyou still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?âÂ
âNo, please donât go,â you grabbed onto his tender touch, âplease!â
Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm.Â
âYou mind?â he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steveâs open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.
Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
âFucking hell, thatâs it,â Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, âthat what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?â palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, âafter the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?â eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, âhave me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess theyâve made of you⊠Open your eyes, baby,â hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriendâs broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, âlook at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.â
Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasnât till Sam excitedly pointed out, âoh, sheâs a squirter!â that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.
âDamn right she is,â Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, âmy girl is full of many talents,â with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, âin fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?âÂ
Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, âhey, do you still have that-âÂ
âYep, of course,â Tony didnât need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, âhere!âÂ
After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Buckyâs skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash.Â
But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, âoh my god!â
âWhat?â Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, âwhat is it, babe? Whatâs he doing?â
Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, âheâs fucking my ass.â
âWhoâs fucking your ass?â Steveâs mockingly sweet tone washed over you.
âBucky,â you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained.Â
âWhy donât you look back at him and say thank you?â
Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, âthank you, Bucky,â the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task.Â
âThank you, what?â Steve fished.Â
âThank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.â
Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, âyouâre so fucking welcome,â before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, âany time, doll, any timeâŠâÂ
With your nose nuzzled against Buckyâs, your boyfriendâs low voice once more found your ears, âhey baby? Why donât you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?â
Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, âmhm,â before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy.Â
Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them.Â
âFucking hell, if you donât marry this girl, Cap,â you felt Buckyâs boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, âone of us will.â
Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steveâs adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled.Â
âI-I-, fuck-âŠâ you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.
âWhat, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?â Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, âI can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when youâre all stuffed like this,â he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl.Â
âItâs too much, fuck-, I donât think I can take it anymore,â you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out.Â
âNo, no, baby, you can, you can,â your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, âyou can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.â
âRight here, doll,â Buckyâs warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, âjust fall and weâll catch you.â
And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.
âAah!âÂ
Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely.Â
Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because thatâs what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.
Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?
Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.
Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth.Â
Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, âbabe,â Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, âsay thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.âÂ
Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, âthank you.â
Summary: They say lightning never strike twice. Thor begs to differ.
Word count: 3.4K
Warnings: pure brain rotting smut with a little plot, size kink, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, couch sex, male ejaculation, creampied, shower sex. Mutual pinning if you squint. a bit shy/awkward reader (because wâre all a bit awkward talking to our crushes đ„Č)Â
MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
A/N: yâall know Iâve been wanting to read some filthy ass size kink fic. Well, if you want something bad enough, you gotta write it yourself. Here it is in its pure filth. No beta, so Iâm sorry!! Feedback & reblog just mean a lot and greatly appreciated if you enjoyed this.
*** do not copy, repost, rewrite, or translate my works !!
You could feel him eyeing you across the room.
Another sip from your wine glass and you turn and pretend to listen to Sam and Bucky because God helped you, you canât meet his eyes at all. You could feel the heat slowly blooming at your cheeks while your heart was practically hammering against your chest.
âAre you alright, Y/N?â Sam asked you when he noticed that you were acting awfully suspicious.
âPlease, donât mind me. Just enjoying my wine. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.â you flashed him a sheepish smile.Â
Bucky tapped his shoulder and Sam turned in the direction and nodded in understanding. It was a known fact that you have had a crush on Thor for a while now, and almost everyone knows about it, well except that you didnât know that everyone knew about it.Â
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16.05.23. (Pics via Instagram: @yourmilliesourcess)
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