mindofkina

kina's filthy mind II nsfw 18+ II ask me things masterlist

[mindofkina]

in the break room

jack abbott x femreader

18+ nsfw II warnings: semi-public sex, fingering, slight degradation, creampie, literally anyone could walk in on you guys, breeding kink

this one’s short but sweet. pent up jack abbott is making me feral

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Your clipboard became long forgotten after his hands reached around your waist, fingers tenderly caressing your hips.

“Busy, honey?” His whispers sent a shiver down your spine as you leaned back into his touch. His hands snuck under your top, calloused fingers rough against your soft skin.

Tilting your head back against his shoulder, you melted int his body, his solid chest bringing you comfort after almost ten hours in this godforsaken place. “Just finishing up a couple things, need to check on some of my patients soon as well.”

“Oh,” you could hear the smirk in his voice, his hands trailing to the waistband of your pants. “So you’ve got, what, ten minutes?”

Turning your face towards him, you raised an eyebrow. “What’s the tone for, Jack?”He didn’t bother responding, his hand slipping into your pants answering the question for you. “The fuck are you doing, you idiot? Anyone could come in here and-” You were cut off when his fingers pressed against your clit, slipping further down until he felt the wetness collecting in your underwear.

“What were you saying, baby?”

You shook your head, unable to speak when two of his fingers dipped into your pussy, so easily that he was knuckle deep in seconds, your juices coating his fingers.

You’d had opposite shifts for the past four months. Barely seeing each other at all except crossing paths during shift change. Too tired on days off to really do anything together, always sleeping at different points of the day. It was torture. All until Jack managed to get you back on the night shift with him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Getting this excited at work, huh? When someone could walk in at any second and see you for the little slut that you are?”

Pushing back against his fingers, you were overcome with desperation, needing something different, something bigger to fill your insides. “Jack please,” you breathed, practically begging for him, “gotta be quick before somebody comes in.”

“Oh baby, don’t worry”, you heard his chuckle quietly under his breath as he shuffled around behind you, freeing his cock from his pants, stroking from base to tip slowly. “I can go fast. I know you like that.”

His cock pushed into you gently at first, stretching you open so deliciously that your mouth fell open and a soft moan escaped your lips. Jack’s hand clapped over your mouth, craning your neck back to look up at him. His other hand gripped your hip in such a manner that you knew you’d be left with bruises tomorrow.

“I know you love it, baby, but you gotta shut your fucking mouth if you want me to fuck you.” His hand stayed over your mouth, not letting you respond as his thrusts sped up, faster and faster until you were convinced the kitchenette counter would break under the pressure of your bodies.

His balls slapped against your ass as he pulled your hips further back, arching your back almost beyond your limit to reach deeper inside your soaked cunt. Your fingers gripped the counter, eyes rolling back as you felt your release creeping towards you with an urgency you hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Jack heard the tiny muffled noises coming from you, an easy tell that you were close. His pace didn’t falter, the veins in his neck bulging from his hastened breaths, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to hold off his own release until he’d granted you yours.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re close. Just let it go, cum on my cock baby, please, I need it.”

He needed it. He needed you.

Your hand slapped on the overhead cabinet as you came, your fingernails digging into the chipped wood. You were lucky Jack’s hand still covered your mouth, or the entire department would have heard your moans. Legs shaking, weight faltering, you nearly collapsed from your orgasm as you came on his cock. It’d been so long since he’d fucked you, it was like months and months work of please built up and exploded all at once inside you.

Jack held you up, arm around your waist as his thrusts became sloppy, faltering as his balls tightened, his breath hitching. His hand fell from your mouth to the counter, using it as leverage as he fucked you against it. “Gonna cum inside you, baby, gonna fill you up. Want me to fill you up, huh? You’re gonna carry my babies, yeah?”

Fuck, he’d never talked about it like that, it made your lower belly knot, made your insides tingle a little.

Your head leaned back against his shoulder, his aftershave still lingering on his clothes. “Please Jack, please. Fill me up, cum in my pussy. Need it. Make me a mommy, please baby.”

That was all he needed to release deep inside you, his breath hot on your cheek as he pressed his cheek against yours. Thrusting his cock in to the hilt, his load filled you to the brim, leaking out of your pussy and down his length.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute, unmoving. Mainly because your legs wouldn’t allow you to carry your own weight. But you could hear everyone outside the break room rushing around, the alarm dialling throughout the department, you knew that you’d have to be back out there before anyone noticed you were gone.

Freshening yourselves up, you made yourselves look presentable so nobody would notice anything out of the ordinary. But the feeling of his cum still in your pussy, leaking onto your underwear, made you determined to finish this shift as quick as possible.

Jack turned to you, lifting a hand to caress your cheek. He kissed you softly, gently. “Couple hours left and we can go home. I’m not done with you just yet.”

[mindofkina]

i’ll give you a ride

jack abbot x femreader

18+ nsfw II warnings: oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, cowgirl, missionary, creampie, practically forbidden lmao dr robby would be so mad

robinavitch reader x dad’s best friend fic??? yes pls. also i actually put a little plot into this one, surprisingly, so enjoy

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Walking into the emergency department, you were hit with the smell of sterile chemicals and just an overall sense of depression.

You hated hospitals, the smell of their artificial cleanliness, the sounds of the patients, the noise emanating from every corner of the building. The Pitt was your least favourite place to be, but it’s where your father worked and he’d accidentally taken the your apartment keys with him to work so you were locked out of your own place.

Walking up to the desk you spotted Dana, potentially one of the only people here you actually got along with.

“Hey kiddo, how’ve you been?” She smiled up at you, clearly she’d only just started her shift or she wouldn’t be in such high spirits.

“I’m good, just heading home but dad took my key and forgot to drop them off at the bar before he came here so now I’ve had to come all the way out here to pick them up.” She rolled her eyes, chuckling. Dr Robby never usually forgot anything, always in the ball and in control of his department, but he always managed to completely lose his memory outside of the hospital.

He’d picked your keys up while you were working, saying he needed to pick up a couple things he’d left over the night before. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be at your apartment, often with Jack in tow on their occasional days off together. They’d show up with beers and sometimes a board game, and the three of you would stay up till the birds started chirping before you eventually made it to your bed and left Jack and your dad snoring on the couch.

“Evenin’ sunshine,” Jacks voice came all too familiar to you, creeping up behind you and appearing on your left. He leant against the counter, smiling down at you.

You rolled your eyes, looking around for your dad, who always seemed to be wherever Jack was, so he had to be lurking closely. “It’s 7 o’clock in the morning, Abbott, way past night time.”

He rested with both arms on the counter, you couldn’t help but look at his arms, you never could, no matter how subtly you tried. “I’ve just clocked out, this is my night time.” Leaning closer, he nudged you with his shoulder, causing you to look up at him, his smile boring into your eyes. “What you doing here, anyway? Missing me?”

You’d known Jack for years, since you were a teenager. He’d always seen you as a kid, but you were in your late twenties now, but his perception of you had never changed, from what you saw. You’d always thought he was attractive, even when you were younger. He was just always the hot older guy that seemed to constantly be in your family home, and now your apartment every couple of weekends.

“Actually, dad has my keys and I’ve just finished work. He forgot to drop them back off when he was on his way here so I just need to pick them up.”

“You heading back to your place now?” Jack asked, and you opened your mouth to answer before your dad appeared from around the corner, seeing you and smiling.

“Dad!” You beckoned him over, watching him saunter over next to Jack. “Glad I caught you before all the shit started.”

“Hey honey,” he smiled, “What’s up? You never come here, everything okay?” It took a second for him to let the look on your face sink in. “Shit! Your keys,” he laughed to himself, reaching into his pocket and pulling out your apartment keys with a loud jingle. “Meant to bring them back to the bar on my way over here.”

He said that every time.

You went to take the keys but not before Jack snatched them up first. “Abbott, what the fuck?” You sighed exasperatingly. The two of you argued and acted like children more often than not, you figured it was the easiest way for the two of you to get along.

“I’ll take you home, I need to grab something from your place anyway,” he said, looking ahead at the screen of patients he’d been seeing to all night. From the look on his face, none of the beds he’d filled were getting shifted any time soon.

“I’m a big girl, Abbott. I can walk myself home.”

“Good for you. It’s on my way anyway. Besides, I want my jacket back, it’s getting cold out here and it’s my warmest jacket.”

Tutting to yourself, you eyed your dad, who just chucked to himself. “Children, children, stop arguing. Thought I was only supposed to have one kid to take care of.” He walked around Jack, patting him on the back before leaning over and kissing you on top of your head. “Let Jack take you home, it’s getting dark and it’s at least a twenty minute walk through the park back to your place.”

Dr Robby walked off, seeing Dana signalling him over, leaning just you and Jack at the desk. “Yeah sunshine, it’s getting dark out and you wouldn’t want to walk through scary Pittsburgh at night all alone, would you?” He mocked with a childish tone in his voice. “There could be murderers about, or big scary dogs.”

His arm draped over your shoulders as you both waked to the parking lot on the far side of the plot. “I think I’d rather take the murderers and dogs, thanks.”

His car came into view, the lights flashing and side mirrors opening into place as he unlocked it. “Go on, get in,” Jack gestured with his hand that rested on your arm.

“I’m serious, I don’t need a ride. It’s a Tuesday night, it’s 7 in the evening, I really don’t think I’m in any danger.”

“Sunshine, get in the fucking car before I put you in it myself,” his tone turned sharper as he opened the door passenger door. It wasn’t harsh, just authoritative. It made your thighs clench a little when he spoke to you as an attending instead of a friend.

“Sir, yes sir,” you giggled, eyeing him playfully as you climbed into the car, not noticing the look in his eye as he shut the door behind you.

The car ride was fairly silent, quiet hums from 80s rock seeping through the radio. It was the only station he ever let play in his car, but you liked it, you tapped along to the song on your leg, looking out the window.

Following you up the steps to your apartment, Jack couldn’t help but glance up at your ass. You’d finished a shift in the bar right before coming to the hospital. It was a pretty lax bar you worked at, most would call it a dive, wearing what you liked and working amongst little to no rules. Even as a manager, you could dress as you wanted, and you learned that a little extra skin earned a little more cash to go towards your rent. He wasn’t complaining right now.

Entering your apartment, you could smell the vanilla scent that always filled your apartment. To Jack, it smelled like a bakery, and he loved it. He wandered around the kitchen, fingers dancing on the counter as he took his spot leaning against the inner corner of the counter.

“So how was work,” you asked through the walls, shrugging your jacket off and hanging it on the rack and tossing your keys into the bowl beside your front door.

"The usual. Stressful, long, couldn't wait to get out of there," he mused around the apartment, dropping himself on the couch with a soft thud. You joined him on the couch, puling your legs up comfortably and sinking into the plush cushions. "Can I ask you a question?"

You turned your head to him, seeing the left side of his face resting against the cushion, looking deeply at you. "Sure, what's up, Abbott?"

His eyes slimmed, as though he was in deep though, putting pieces together. "You finish work at four on Wednesdays, and your dad picked up the keys hours before that."

You looked perplexed. "Where are you going with this?"

"You waited until 7 to pick up your keys from the hospital, but you could have called your dad to drop them off to you before you finished work. So why wait until 7 to come to him to grab your keys? Or was there another reason why you decided to swing by?"

Shit.

There was an incident a couple of years ago that slightly changed your relationship with Abbott. A wedding that your dad had brought you along for, a former resident that invited half of the staff. including Abbott. You'd tried to avoid him most of the night, but after a few too many glasses of wine, you finally accepted his offer to dance. You were closer than you'd ever been before, your arms around his neck, his hands dangerously low on your hips. You faces creeped closer as the night went on, and you almost thought he was going to kiss you. He wanted to, but perhaps not with your father, his best friend, watching the after party from his table.

"Why? Do you think there was another reason?" you asked, looking at the smug smile on his face. "Because you look like you do."

"Yeah, I do," he wasted no time in answering. "I think you showed up at 7 conveniently because you knew I'd be there. I think," he scooted closer, his arms draping over the back of the couch where you sat, his face inching closer. "I think you showed up because you knew you'd see me there. I also know for a fact," his other hand reached over to your leg, caressing your shin, you breath hitching as he touched you, "that you keep a spare key in your mailbox for emergencies, so what was the need for coming to the hospital?"

You couldn't even think of a way to answer him. He had you entirely caught in your lies. "Nothing you just said was even at all correct," you whispered, but the way he cocked his head, eyebrows raised, proved that he knew you didn't even believe your own words.

"Oh yeah?" he whispered back. "You sure about that?"

Fuck it.

You pressed your lips against his fiercely. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, pushing you back into the sofa, you back hitting it gently as he laid you down. Worming his way between your thighs, you felt his hips push against you softly.

Your hands tangled in his salt and peppered hair as his lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. This was a bad idea, you knew that, but you couldn’t give less of a shit right now. Not while his hands roamed over your body, fingertips ticking the underside of your breasts, his tongue lolling against your skin as he worked his way south of your body.

Jack kissed your sternum, your stomach, then your thighs. You lay sprawled in the couch, Jack between your thighs, you had no idea where your pants had gone, but they had disappeared in the midst of your kisses, along with your shoes.

He nosed against your cunt, dragging against your clit over the fabric of your underwear. He lifted your legs over his shoulders, kissing your inner thighs, teething at the skin to leave marks to admire later.

“If your dad finds out about this, he’s gonna kill us both. You know that, right,” he murmured as he pulled the fabric of your underwear aside, his breath tickling your pussy. You couldn’t focus on his words as tongue dragged a line up your cunt, but a quick slap to your thigh brought you to reality. “Hey, you listening?”

You peered down at him, his eyes focused solely on you. “Would you be mad if I said no?”

He just smirked, “this stays between us, sunshine. Pay attention.”

Nodding, you let your head fall back as he ate you like a man starved, not wasting any time delving into your sweet folds, Your hand gripped his hair, your hips bucking up against his face, his name falling off your lips so effortlessly.

Letting your dad’s best friend eat your pussy on your couch probably wasn’t the best idea you’d ever had, but fuck if it wasn’t the best feeling you’d ever experienced.

His fingers dug into your skin, burning bruises into your soft flesh. His hips rutted against the couch, his cock straining against his pants, begging to be freed. Fuck, he’d wanted this for years, even before that stupid fucking wedding. The way you looked at him, how your hand lingered over his when passing him a drink across the bar whenever he visited. How you always looked so good, no matter what you wore. The way you said his name, even when you were bitching to Dana about his antics.

The moan that escaped your lips when his fingers dipped into your dripping pussy, curling deep inside you as his tongue flicked against your clit with expertise. God it was even better than he’d imagined. If he didn’t clock in, he was going to cum in his pants before he ever had the chance of fucking you.

You felt an overwhelming sensation in your lower belly, a knot forming in the pit of your body, so increasingly intense it sent your legs shaking against his broad shoulders. “Shit, shit Jack,” you moaned, pushing the back of your head into the cushion as you came on his fingers. He drank all the juices that flowed from your body like water, his lips sucked on your clit harshly, loving the way it tightened the hold on his hair. He couldn’t explain it, but the burning sensation only made his cock harder.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, pulling reluctantly away from your cunt, kissing your thighs before leaning up to your face and pressing a firm yet soft kiss to your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you were unaware that he’d managed to shuck his shoes and pants off while laid between your thighs. He wormed his arms around your body, slipping under your back and pulling you up against him to sit in his lap, straddling his hips. His lips never once left yours, hands sliding down to your ass, pulling and pushing your body against his.

“Jack, please,” you breathed into his neck, kissing the roughened skin littered with stubble.

“Tell me what you want, honey, or you get nothing at all.” It was more of a command than a suggestion. That damn voice. Authoritative. The one he used in the hospital to talk to his subordinates. You loved that fucking voice.

Your hands trailed down his body, smoothing over his toned muscle hiding beneath his shirt. They stopped at the waistband of his boxers, fingers dipping beneath the elastic. “Fuck me, Abbott. Please.”

Fuck, he couldn’t resist that whimper. His hands reached your hips, pushing your shirt up, removing it from your body with ease and tossing it to the floor behind you. "Can't do that with all these clothes, can I? Want to see you. All of you."

You raised yourself up, your hands reaching his boxers, fingertips grazing over his hard cock. Dipping beneath the waistband, you freed his cock from the confines of the fabric, precum leaking from the tip, desperate to feel your pussy around it. Bracing yourself with a hand on his knee, feeling a cooling metal clash with warm skin, you gripped his leg tightly as you lowered yourself onto him. Your mouth dropped open as he stretched you out, a burning sensation quickly replaced by instant pleasure.

Jack pulled his shirt over his head with one hand, his other hand resting tightly on your hip, gripping you firmly. Exposing his body to you, you couldn't help but run your nails over his muscled chest, digging into his skin as his hips snapped up abruptly to catch your attention. Your eyes found his, and you saw a desperation in them. A need. For you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you began to move, rising and falling onto his cock gently, slowly at first. Jack reached up, cupping the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly as he pulled you closer, crashing his lips against yours. You rode him harder, your body pressed against his, the sounds of skin on skin filling your apartment.

His hips started bucking up into you and your rhythm faltered as the head of his cock struck something deep inside you. Jack held you close, tightly, burying his face in your neck murmuring how good you felt, how tight your pussy felt wrapped around his cock. "Come on, baby, doing so fucking well. You got it," he whispered, his pace quickening, thrusting up into you with desperation. You held on to him tightly as he fucked up into you harshly, chasing both his and your high.

You felt close, you felt it in your lower belly. A tightening coil on the brink of snapping. You nails clawed the sides of his neck, dragging down his chest. Your head fell back against your shoulders, Jack's name falling from your lips as his tongue found your nipple, sucking your sensitive tits into his mouth. "Fuck, Jack, don't stop please. So close," you moaned to the ceiling. Your tits bounced as his hips rutted faster into you, and you felt that coil deep inside you snap as his cock twitched inside your cunt. He was close. He needed you to cum, now, there was no way he was going to accept his release before he granted you yours. You felt his thumb drag down your navel, catching sight of how his cock sucked back into your pussy, and he couldn't help but moan at the sight. His thumb found your clit, rubbing quick circles on the sensitive nub, pushing you over the edge.

Your nails dragged deep into the skin on his chest, drawing blood in little droplets as you came on his cock. Jack felt your juices drown his cock, your walls contracting on itself, squeezing his cock so tight it spurred on his own release. He pushed and pulled your hips with one hand, the other still gripping your hair firmly, tilting your neck back towards the ceiling. Rolling your hips against him, you felt his thighs tighten, heard his breath hitch, his grip becoming more intense. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jack managed to choke out, your lips found his neck, teeth grazing at his skin.

"Come on, Jack, please," you breathed, kissing along his jaw up to his ear, nipping at his earlobe gently. "I want you to cum inside me, please. Cum in my pussy, Jack, please." Your whines turned the man feral, and his arms wrapped around you, lifting you off him and throwing you down on the couch, prying your legs apart and propping them on his shoulders.

"Fuck, 'm gonna fill you up. That what you want, huh?" Jack practically folded you in half, your knees against your chest as he speared you on his cock once more. This felt more intense, he felt deeper, bigger. Fuck, he felt so good. He fucked you hard, rough, and you fucking loved it. One hand pressed into the seat cushion, the other pushing on the back of your left hand, really testing your flexibility as he came inside your pussy. Ropes of his cum shot inside you, your tight cunt milking him of all he was worth. He moaned your name, thrusting lazily a few more times until he eventually collapsed on your body, letting your legs fall from his shoulders. He held himself up as not to squash you beneath him, his arm wrapping around you, peppering your chest and neck with kisses.

"You okay, sunshine?" he asked, lips against your neck, making you giggle from the ticklish sensation. You nodded, looking up at him and leaning up to kiss him softly.

"My dad," you whispered, eyes widening slightly in realisation, "is going to fucking kill us."

"What he doesn't know won't kill him."

Jack's phone rang, your dad's name popping up on screen. Shit. It was almost like he knew something was going on. Jack leaned over, rising from your body to allow you sit up on the couch. He walked to the coffee table, picking up his phone and rejecting the call, surprising you.

"Why'd you do that?" You asked, confused.

He said nothing, just holding his hand out for you to take, pulling you to your feet. HIs hands cupped your cheeks, and he leaned down, kissing you deeply, warmly. "Don't want anything to ruin the rest of the night." You opened your mouth to question him, but were silence when he lifted you off the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to your bedroom, his lips never once leaving yours. Jack definitely wasn't going to get a good night's sleep before his night shift tomorrow. Oh well, everyone would just have to put up with a grumpy attending for the night, but it was well worth it.

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i’m feeling the need to write more but need ideas who for. pls help im literally just a girl <3

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masterlist my filthy collective all here for your enjoyment

resident evil the back of his porsche ~ leon kennedy x reader another round? ~ leon kennedy x reader

the pitt

i’ll give you a ride ~ jack abbott x reader

in the break room ~ jack abbott x reader call of duty look at yourself ~ john price x reader

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another round?

leon kennedy x femreader

18+ nsfw II warnings: literally zero plot, prone bone, light bondage, overstimulation, forced orgasms

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Your face pushed further into the pillow, your screams muffled by the soft fabric against your mouth. With your hands bound behind your back with a leather belt, you were completely immobilised. Bed sheets were strewn across the floor, joined by your clothes as well as Leon's.

The bed creaked with your collective weight, his violent thrusts pushing the headboard against the wall with a heavy bang. Your neighbours certainly weren't going to appreciate this tomorrow. You felt his hands on the small of your back, cupping your waist as he used your body as leverage to thrust into you.

His legs spread either side of your body, his thighs either side of your ass cheeks. He watched as his cock pushed into you, spreading your ass cheeks apart slightly he got a better view of your puffy, soaked cunt, begging for more. He was close. Again. He'd been at this for hours, after weeks of not being at home with you he needed to make up for lost time. Your body, your shared bed, your pussy were all completely soaked in his cum, mostly dried now after going at this for so long.

"You've got another one in you, baby? Gonna soak my cock again, huh?" Fuck, he was relentless, but not unbeknownst to you.

Your wrists strained in the restraints, begging for freedom, your fingers slowly losing blood flow and going all fuzzy. His fingers brushed your cheek, pulling the hair from your face so he could see you. God, he loved what he saw. Flushed cheeks, teary eyes, the slightest bit of drool on your lips. Beautiful, in his eyes.

His cock pushed into you, filling your cunt entirely and pulling moans from your lips, begging for him even more. Even when you looked so fucked out, you're still so needy for his cock. His hand grabbed the belt restraining your wrists, using it as leverage to rock into you deeper, harder, faster, until the only word you could scream was his name.

"Come on, gorgeous," he hissed through gritted teeth, rolling his hips against you at a forceful speed. "Cum on my cock, baby. Just let go."

Your legs bent at the knees, your feet pressing against his back, occasionally kicking him with the thrusts against your body. "Please, please, Leon. Need you. Please."

"That's right baby, beg for it. Beg for my cock, like the needy fucking thing you are."

You felt a crack in the air as the bed split, Leon’s thrusts becoming more desperate with each passing second.

“Fuck fuck, please Leon, I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop,” you lifted your ass as far as you could while being pinned beneath his body, forcing his cock to hit that sweet spot deep inside you. “Mmm yeah there, please…” You trailed off, the feeling too much as your body shook under him. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, screams spewing from your throat, your fingernails digging into your palms, drawing blood. Your legs shook uncontrollably, your pussy creaming white all over Leon’s cock and dripping out to the bed that was already completely ruined.

Leon followed quickly after you, spilling into your already full cunt, red raw from hours of his cock stuffed inside, pushed past its limits, completely ruined for the rest of the night. One final thrust,l and he filled you with his cum, slumping his body on top of yours, the sweat falling off both of you practically melding you together.

“Baby,” you whispered to him, craning your neck to the side, receiving a quiet groan in response. “I think you broke the bed.”

You felt him laugh above you, his body shaking yours. “The bed isn’t broken, gorgeous, it’s survived worse.”

The second that last word left his lips, the bed made a snap and the two of you collapsed into the crevice that you’d made. Laughter erupted from the two of you as you tried to fight your way through broken wood and sticky sheets to escape the wreckage.

Guess you were shopping for a new bed in the morning.

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look at yourself

captain john price x femreader

18+ nsfw II warnings: mirror sex, gets kinda rough icl john is pent UP, public sex, creampie, pussy slapping

captain price + black beanie = my pants are wet

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The six of you were sat around the bar table, tucked away in the corner by the pool table. Gaz and Soap were acting like children as usual, arguing over a foul that you saw never actually happened, but it was entertaining to watch those two bicker.

"So what do we do now?" Riley's voice came from the other side of the table. "Feelin' a bit bored now that Hassan is gone. We got any other jobs lined up?" You rolled your eyes, smiling at him.

"Si, can you relax for literally five minutes, please? We just endured a three month long shit storm and you're wanting to jump straight back into it? I, for one, need a holiday or something," you look over at Price who sits to your right, tickling the rim of his whiskey glass with his index finger. "I'm thinking somewhere tropical. Maybe Brazil, oh, or Jamaica."

"You've been to both those places, love," he smirked, glancing at you for a second.

"Yeah, for work. Not pleasure. And right now all we're doing is work and experiencing zero pleasure."

"I dunno," Riley said, leaning his head back to watch Gaz and Soap playing. "Gaz got quite a lot of pleasure after our last mission off shore."

The three of you laughed between yourselves before Riley got up to buy the next round, leaving you and Price at the table by yourselves. His knee bumped into yours as he shifted his weight, spreading his legs further apart.

"Zero pleasure, huh?" Price grinned, focused on his glass. "You sure about that? What about Italy, or Scotland, Mexico, Ira-"

"Okay okay, Jesus Price," your laughing cut him off, and Price couldn't do anything but return your smile. "You know what I mean though. I need a holiday. Some time away. Oh my God, I'd kill for a weekend off."

Price leaned over, his hand creeping into your thigh, his fingers tickling the soft material of your pants until they drifted up your thigh to your hip. "Okay, love, I'll make you a deal," his face inched closer to yours, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. "We get through these meetings and reports with Laswell and Shepherd, and I'll take you wherever you want to go. My treat."

"Oh honey," you leaned in until your lips brushed his, looking up at him through your lashes. "After all the shit you put me through with this mission, it'll definitely be your treat." Price smiled, leaning in to kiss you until your fingers pressed against his lips, blocking his path and pushing his face away gently. His eyes slimmed, squinting at you. "I'll be back in a sec."

You moved past the boys at the pool table, ignoring their bickering and begs for your assistance as to who's in the wrong and moving towards the bathroom. Pulling your hair out of the uncomfortable updo it had been jammed into last second, you patted your face with cold water. It had been a long few months and you were nothing short of exhausted.

A knock came on the door, and you shouted that you'd be one second, grabbing your things off the sink counter and unlocking the door. Price pushed you back into the bathroom, shutting it harshly behind him and spinning you around to push you up against the bathroom door. His hand caressed your waist, reaching behind you to click the lock into place.

"Are you fucking insane, John? What are you doing?" You weren't mad, you weren't even slightly annoyed. You loved this, the excitement, the fact you could still hear Gaz and Soap arguing behind the door.

"Can you shut up for five minutes? Is that so hard? Or do I need to shut you up myself, love?"

You opened your mouth to retaliate, but Price shut you up himself, pressing his lips to yours fiercely, his hand cupping your cheek, pressing himself against you. You let go of your bag and heard it hit the tiled floor with a bang, wrapping your arms around his neck and entangling your fingers in his hair, worming your hands under the black beanie that adorned his head. His tongue parted your lips and your head felt so fuzzy by the sudden altercation that you didn't notice his free hand unzipping your pants, his fingers sliding past your underwear to the wetness collecting there.

Moaning into his mouth, you gripped him tighter as his fingers worked themselves in and out of you, curling deep inside your pussy. He pulled you away from the door, and you felt the backs of your thighs hit the sink. Price made quick work unbuttoning your shirt, kissing his way down your neck to your tits, mouthing your nipples as your head fell back against the mirror above the sink.

"Fuck, John. Is this a good idea? In the bathroom of our local bar. Gaz and Soap are gonna hear us."

He looked up at you, his hand gliding up your sternum to wrap his fingers around your throat, pulling you closer to his face. "You say that like I give a shit, sweetheart. You want me to stop? Because I can walk out that bathroom door right now, if you want. Or I can give you a little taste of that pleasure you haven't shut up about in days. Your choice. But you don't have long before the boys start wondering where we are."

You looked up at him, and then trailed your eyes down his body, noting he'd already unbuttoned his own pants, his cock straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. Fuck it.

You felt like only seconds had passed, but you were brought back to reality when Price spun you around to face the mirror. You pants were down to your ankles in a split moment, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. He always loved the way you were so impatient, rocking your ass back against him to further it along. You never knew patience.

"John, please, come on," you looked at him through the mirror, your blood boiling at the smirk on his face. He loved pissing you off like this. "Do you seriously find this funny? I thought we didn't have much time, hmm?"

"Says the woman who not thirty seconds ago called me insane for walking in here." You couldn't respond. The pressure of his cock pushing through your folds and into your soaking cunt. "Fuck love, feels so good." Price's hands gripped your hips, knowing that this was not the place nor the time for slow and sensual. His hips slammed against yours, balls slapping against your ass cheeks.

You gripped onto the sink, fingers bruising into the ceramic edge. Your head was pulled back, forced upright to look into the mirror. Your face flushed red, seeing your body bent over the counter, your ass in the air. Then there was John, his beanie pushed back slightly, sweat slicking his brow from the small confines of the dingy bathroom with no working air-conditioning or windows. His forearms tensed, gripping your hips and slamming into you, the veins poking through his skin, his shirt pulled up his body, held by his teeth as he watched his soaked cock pull out of you and push back in to the hilt.

His skin connecting forcefully with yours drowned out the bar music, the bickering and all outside noise. You felt his grip tightening in your hair, refocusing your eyes back to the mirror. "Like this, huh? Getting fucked by your captain in the bathroom while the guys are out there? Fuck, you're so fucking wet, bet you're loving this."

You could see the look on his face, in absolute awe of you, the shirt discarded from his teeth, dropping against his stomach. You could tell he wasn't going to last much longer. At this rate neither were you.

"Look at yourself, love. Getting filled with my cock, watching yourself getting fucked. God, you look so fucking good right now, all cock drunk." You couldn't deny it, it was so much hotter fucking in a mirror that you ever could have imagined.

A knock came from the door, then a second knock.

"Hey, you done in there?" Gaz's voice echoed through the door. "It's been like twenty minutes and I gotta take a piss."

You couldn't even figure out how to respond, Price's cock thrusting deep inside you, your stomach twisting and contorting, his fingers tipping you over the edge when they rubbed tight circles against your clit, rendering you speechless. You were only brought back when Price caught your attention with a quick slap against your pussy, shaking you back to the present.

"Answer him, love," Price said. It wasn't even a question, it was essentially an order.

"Fuck, shit," you whispered, Price slapping your pussy again, ticking over your clit. "Gimme a minute, Gaz. Be out in a sec."

"What are you doing in there, man? Shitting?"

"Gaz, I swear to God, fuck off for like five minutes, I'm busy," you shouted through the door, hearing Price's laugh as he kept fucking into you, bringing you to your orgasm quicker by the second.

"Shit, okay. Calm your tits." You heard his footsteps retracting. The coast was finally clear, for now. But he was like a childish brother, he'd be back in a few minutes to irritate you longer.

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, with his cock stuffed in your pussy, his fingers rubbing your clit, and the forced sight of him fucking you in the mirror, you felt your release wash over you violently. You hand slammed against the tiled wall besides the mirror, your other hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans as you came all over Price's cock. His groans filled your ears, moaning your name as he felt your wetness drip all over him, falling down your legs and onto the cool tiles below.

He felt your walls clamp around him, pulling his own orgasm from him, his seed coating your insides, twitching inside you as your pussy milked his cock for every drop he had to give. You stayed there for a moment, your body hot and sweaty, Price leaning his body against yours, kissing your shoulders, drifting gently across the back of your neck.

"Shit, we should probably get back out there before the guys start a manhunt for us," you laughed, feeling his cock slip out of you so you could turn around to face him. He smiled down at you, cupping your cheeks and kissing you softly. "Pull your pants back up, Captain, you've got whiskey to drink."

Making yourselves more decent, his kissed you one last time before moving to the door. Unlocking it and opening it for you, you moved to step out only to freeze in place, your eyes as wide as dinner plates. Price, confused, turned to see what had you spooked, coming into view to Riley, Soap and Gaz at the door. You'd seen them pulling their heads away from the door, clearly trying to listen in on what was going on.

"Uh...um so I can-we can explain..." you trailed off because how the fuck were you going to explain this?

So Price stepped in front of you, his lip twitching because even though he found it slightly hilarious, he couldn't show that. "So I'm going to assume that the three of you are just desperate for a piss, and not eager to listen in on our...private conversations. So we're going back to the table and we will see you guys there soon." He held his hand out to you and the two of you walked back to the table giggling between yourselves.

"You owe the next round, Price, I nearly pissed myself waiting for you to...finish, I guess," you heard Gaz call from behind you. You turned your head to look at him.

"Well Gaz, ask nicely and I'm sure Soap will hold your cock for you while you piss, so go before you get it all over the floor."

Price laughed to himself, knowing he definitely owed you a holiday after all this.

[mindofkina]

the back of his porsche

leon kennedy x femreader

18+ nsfw II warnings: car sex, unprotected sex, doggystyle, creampie

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The windows were fogged, faint smudges rubbed into the glass from where your hands had pushed against. What had started as a ride home turned into getting fucked in the back of Leon's porsche, your face smushed against the back seat, clinging onto the interior door for support.

His rough palm on the small of your back arched you towards the leather of the seats, forcing your ass higher into the air, rocking back against his cock sinking deep into your pussy with each thrust.

"Keep going, please Leon. I'm so fucking close," you managed to squeak out, his hips slapping against your ass with enough force to form bruises that you'd feel in a few days.

His fingers wrapped around your hair, pulling your face off the seats, tilting your head back towards his. "You can cum when I say so, sweetheart. Until then you can fucking take what I give you, you got it?" He hissed through his teeth, hips bucking faster against you, cock roughly hitting your g spot deep inside your cunt.

He'd come home stressed after weeks away, picking you up from work early and taking you home. But you hadn't even made it out of the car in the driveway before he'd pulled you into his lap, your panties pushed aside and his fingers deep in your pussy, lips attached to your neck. Then, figuring there wasn't enough space, he'd practically hoisted you into the backseat.

You nodded, moaning when you felt his hand in your hair wrap around your neck, your pulse rapidly thundering against his fingertips. His other hand drifted to your clit, reaching around your stomach and rubbing tight circles against your bundle of nerves.

Your stomach began to tighten, your pussy clenching around his cock. He knew you were close, the way you bit your lip to muffle your own moans, the way your hand enclosed over his to tighten the grip on your throat, pushing you over the edge.

Thrusting faster inside you, deeper inside your soaking wet cunt, you came undone on his cock, choking down your screams as you flooded Leon with your juices. The car seat was ruined entirely, your wetness soaking the plush leather.

“Fuck, fuck, shit baby. You feel so fucking good. Gonna cum in your pussy, fuckin’ fill you up,” Leon slurred his words as the feeling of his cock pushing deep into you, the squelching sound of his ministrations filling the car.

Pushing himself in to the hilt, he came inside you, coating your pussy with his cum. His body practically flopped onto you, his chest solid against your back, his hand moving from your throat to wrap around your stomach.

Pressing kisses to your shoulder, he pulled you upright against his body, letting you lean back and rest against him, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “You okay, sweetheart?” Leon asked, kissing your cheek, ticking his fingertips softly on your stomach.

You nodded, turning your head towards him to press a kiss to his jaw. “I’m good baby, but I don’t think that the car seats are doing too good.”

He huffed a laugh, feeling the liquids trickle against his knees. “That’s a problem for tomorrow.”