AUTHORS NOTE — this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written- sorry not sorry !!! the idea just came to me out of the blue and i just HAD to sit down and write it all in one go GIGGLES i hope y’all like it !! please don’t hesitate to like, comment and reblog, if you enjoyed it ! MWUAH
You accuse Klaus of using you, he reacts differently than you’d expect.
Warnings: pwp (plot if you squint, really), smut - filthy, filthy smut - irregular use of past and present tense (its my downfall, y’all, sorry), swear words, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), rough sex, biting, multiple orgasms, restraining of limbs, overstimulation, slight dub-con(?), consensual sex, squirting, penis-in-vagina sex, breeding, size kink if you squint, unsafe sex (wrap it up, pookies!), teasing idiots in love that can’t say their feelings out loud, klaus being klaus, a little fluff snuck in their all on its own oops, not proofread, spelling and grammar mistakes
You’re sitting by the fire at the Salvatore boarding-house, reading a book, when a loud, demanding voice pulls you from your thoughts, breaking your concentration. Ruining your moment of peace.
“Where’s Damon?” The familiar British accent immediately gives its owner away: Klaus.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead closing the book - taking a mental note of the page number - before looking up.
He steps into the living room, eyes immediately finding your form on the couch. He’s in a bad mood. Great, you think.
“I don’t know, Klaus.” Your tone is sharp, yet respectful. Pissing him off when he’s in a bad mood is not a good idea. Although he’s never hurt you specifically, he’s hurt your friends plenty of times, and that’s enough warning for you.
He huffs, crossing his arms almost like a child, you think. You’d think he’d matured by now, having lived for over a thousand years, but no, he was impossibly immature sometimes.
Klaus just glares at you for a moment, and you glare back. Not one to back down so easily. Then he plops himself down in the armchair across from you, eyes narrowing as he looks at you almost suspiciously.
The two of you sit in silence for what seems like several minutes, and you feel yourself growing more and more annoyed. In the end, you're the one to break the silence.
“Is there anything else I can help you with, Klaus?” Voice even sharper than before.
He doesn't answer you right away, his eyes instead roaming over your form. Almost like he’s studying you. It's unnerving, and makes you sit up straighter.
He huffs once more, mirroring you, by sitting up straighter, too. “Just wondering where Damon is, love.”
Your heart betrays you then, fluttering slightly at the nickname. You will it to stop. You’re not special, you remind yourself. He calls every woman that. Not that you want to be special. That’s what you tell yourself, at least.
If he picks up on your heartbeat, he says nothing. You just hope he didn't notice; too busy being suspicious or annoyed, or whatever he’s feeling.
You shift a little on the couch, but refuse to look away. Refuse to back down.
“I don’t know where he is. Sorry,” You quickly add the last part, not wanting to egg him on.
“Don’t know, or won’t tell?” He doesn’t believe you. And why should he? You're on opposite sides. Enemies.
Elena is your friend, Stefan her boyfriend. Damon is your ally by default. Not that you particularly like him. Still, that doesn’t mean you want him dead - or whatever Klaus has planned for him.
“What makes you so sure I'd tell you if I knew?” The words leave your lips before you have a chance to think them over. Challenging him.
For a moment, he stills. Jaw clenching. Then, he smiles. A devious thing, head tilted just barely to the left, as his eyes pierce yours. He’s amused.
“You never were a very good liar,” He pauses, the smile growing. “At least, not with me.”
His words hit you like a gust of wind, making your resolve falter. Your own eyes narrowing, ears burning. You can only hope your face isn’t heating up too. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
His words are.. somewhat true. Not that you’d ever admit to it out loud.
These days, your friends hardly included you in their schemes. At least, not when Klaus was involved. But it hadn’t always been like that.
In the beginning, Damon had asked you to distract Klaus, and more than once. Every single time, you’d end up breaking, and telling him the truth. Betraying Damon, and your friends.
The first time it happened, you were sure Damon would kill you. Snap your neck, or something worse. Stefan and Elena had talked him down, convincing him that it wasn’t your fault. You were just a human, and Klaus was a thousand year old vampire. Powerful, terrifying. They’d even scolded him for using you in the first place.
You were only used for emergencies, after that. Five times, you’d been the distraction, and all five times, you’d caved to him. But not out of fear, as your friends assumed. No, you’d caved because of his charm.
The way he’d smile at you, so genuine, and almost affectionate. At the way his eyes would light up, just for a second, when you had approached him, before hardening once more. Never unfriendly, but closed off, still. Each time, his walls would crumble, little by little, and so would yours.
The last time it happened, you’d been told to distract him at The Grill. Keep him occupied, while Damon was snooping around in his apartment. He’d smiled, once his eyes caught yours, blue eyes piercing through you, as you sat down besides him.
You always felt as though he knew exactly what you were doing, even if he didn’t say it out loud. He was far too perceptive not to, you thought.
As they began talking, the way he was looking at you, it made your entire body flush with something unnamed. Looking at you with such- genuine, unabashed interest, as you droned on and on about something entirely inconsequential.
When he’d allowed you to speak for what seemed like an eternity, and you’d finally ran out of stuff to say, he’d just- looked at you with a knowing smile. Eyes gleaming with amusement, with mischief. And then he called you out.
“You’ve been a wonderful distraction, love,” His smirk had almost taken your breath away. “But, I think it’s time for you to stop this little charade, and tell me what your friends are planning this time.” He spoke with such finality, knowing you’d break down, and tell him what he wanted. As you always did.
And you had done just that. Little to no persuasion needed. He’d smiled, thanked you and left you at the bar, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. Wondering why he had such a hold on you, when you were supposed to hate him.
That was the last time your friends had included you in their plans. After that, you were kept on the sideline whenever Klaus was involved.
You blink a few times. So caught up in your memories, you realized you’ve completely zoned out. Klaus is looking at you with a smug expression on his face. Lips curled into something devilish.
You feel the words catching in your throat, not sure how to respond to his words. They’re true, of course they are, but you don’t want to admit it. Least of all to him.
Your mouth opens and closes for a few moments, before staying shut, finally lowering your head, avoiding his eyes. Ashamed.
Hair falling in front of your face, to hide your shame.
He chuckles, a low, almost cruel thing. Clearly amused by your reaction, and your sudden lack of words. He’s enjoying this, you realize. Making you speechless. You should hate him for it, but you can’t find it in yourself.
You feel his eyes on you, even when you’re not looking. Studying you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your fingers begin fumbling with a loose thread on your pajama pants. Suddenly painfully aware of yourself, and what you’re wearing.
Your hair is loose, and slightly disheveled from moving against the velvet cushions on the couch. You discarded your sweater hours ago, now lying on the rug between the two of you, almost under the coffee table. Underneath it, a black top, trimmed with lace. Your pajama pants loose, the fabric thin, and almost see through. Almost.
You’re not wearing a bra, either. Why would you? You’re the only one here, both Stefan and Damon having left hours ago. You wanted to relax, to curl up on the couch, and read. Be alone.
But now you're not alone: Klaus is here, his eyes roaming your body, drinking in your every movement. No doubt listening to the rapid beating of your heart, and the way your pulse seems to have quickened under his gaze.
You gulp down on a lump of air, eyes still trained on the book in your hands. Still not able to look up and meet his gaze.
“Look at me.” He says. Demands. You obey, no hesitation. It only furthers your embarrassment. Your head tilts back up, face no longer obscured by your hair.
The way he looks at you, it’s almost too much.
Klaus is leaning back in the armchair, like a king would his throne. Relaxed, smug. His entire face lid up by the devious smirk splaying on his lips. He looks positively terrifying. Yet, you find yourself not scared, but almost.. enthralled, instead. Your body leaning towards him, entirely by instinct. He’s like a magnet, drawing you in.
“There she is,” He says, voice barely a whisper, almost as if speaking to himself. His eyes willing yours to look into his. If you weren’t wearing vervain, you’d probably wonder whether he was compelling you or not.
“Now tell me the truth, love. Where is Damon?” His voice is no longer annoyed, but instead dripping with amusement. He has you right where he wants you. He knew it, you knew it.
“He left with Stefan hours ago.” The words spill off your lips before you even have a chance to think about it.
“And where did he go, love?” Eyes narrowing very slightly, still not entirely convinced you wouldn’t try and deceive him again.
“I don’t know..” You trailed off, teeth biting down to nibble on your lower lip. A nervous habit of yours. “I promise.”
For what seemed like an eternity, Klaus just stared at you. Stared through you. His smile had faltered, the suspicion now back with full force. You shrunk slightly under his gaze, the power he had over you undeniable. Finally, he smiled. A lazy thing. But his eyes didn’t leave you.
“I believe you,” Pausing, as his face tilted, studying you. “But I do wonder..” Voice trailing off, now lazying on his chair (throne), legs spread out, arms on each rest. Staring you down, your eyes still unable to leave him.
“Why are you so loyal to them? You’re nothing but a pawn. Something to be used, and then discarded when you’ve outrun your use.”
If his earlier words had hit you like a gust of wind, this time, they hit you like a slap to the face. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t true. Elena and Stefan, they cared for you. They were your friends. Even Damon seemed to care, in his own, twisted way.
But coming from Klaus, the words seemed so.. final. They seemed true, and it made you question yourself.
“That’s..” You didn’t know how to respond. What to say, or how to deny it. What if it was true? What if you were just that; a pawn? Someone, something, to be used, and then tossed aside?
You felt the corners of your eyes beginning to sting. No doubt glazed over. You refused to cry in front of him; refused to give him the satisfaction.
Suddenly, you feel anger bubbling up inside of you. Anger directed at him, and not at your friends.
“And what about you?” Your eyes still trained on him, when you continue, “You use me. You use me, and then throw me away.” Your whole body now shaking with anger.
His face changes in an instant. Where his lips were once curled up in a smirk, they’re now a straight line. His jaw clenched, his whole face tense. Eyes darkening. Cold. The walls back up. He’s angry, you realize.
Why is he angry with you?
In a blur of motion, he’s left the chair. Standing right in front of the couch, glaring down at you with an almost murderous expression. For a second, you fill with dread. You poked the bear, and now he was going to hurt you.
But instead, he leans down, body and face, inching closer and closer to your own. You can’t move, suddenly frozen. Glued to your spot on the couch. All you can do is look at him, and gulp down a big lump of air. Your pulse impossibly fast, same as your heart.
His hands find the backrest, his arms now caging you in. His face is so close, that you can feel his breath on your skin, causing goosebumps to appear on any and all exposed skin. His scent engulfs you, causing your eyes to flutter. Lashes tickling your cheeks for mere moments. His cologne, something earthy and expensive, mixed with something that's just.. him. Musky, warm. Manly.
You smell whiskey, too. And something else. Copper. Your heart skips several beats. Blood.
You should be frightened, should want to escape. Instead, your thighs begin to rub against each other, entirely subconsciously. On instinct. You’ve never felt so ashamed in your life.
If he notices, he says nothing. He just keeps glaring down on you, jaw clenched, lips in a thin line. For what feels like an eternity, he does that. You stare back, helpless. Then, he opens his mouth. He’s angry.
“You think I use you?” His voice barely above a whisper. He’s not angry, he’s seething. “You dare compare me to those.. imbeciles, you call your friends?” You gasp.
“I would never use you,” This time his voice is laced with something else, now. A gentleness, perhaps? Your ears must be betraying you, your mind trying to trick you.
“All those times you came to me, distracting me,” So he does know. Are you even surprised?
“I allowed you to do just that. Distract me. Did it ever occur to you why I would do such a thing?” Your brows furrow, searching towards the middle of your face. What’s that supposed to mean?
He leans impossibly closer, his breath but a whisper on your lips. A promise..
Blue eyes searching your face, faltering to your lips several times, before catching your eyes once more. “You..” His eyes fall to your lips, seemingly lost for words. Klaus Mikaelson, lost for words. Now that’s a first.
Something awakens inside of you. Something almost primal. Before you can think further of it, or begin to second-guess yourself, you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck, and pressed your lips to his in a searing kiss. Eyes closed, your knees now on the cushions, body leaning up, trying to get closer. Needing to get closer.
He seems taken aback; but the hesitation disappears just as quickly as it appeared. In another blur of motion - no doubt with the help of his supernatural abilities - you’ve switched places.
Now he is the one sitting on the couch, you in his lap, legs straddling his left thight. Your arms around his neck, his around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest.
His grip is possessive, his lips demanding. The kiss all teeth and tongue. Your hands quickly find their way up into his blonde curls, tugging desperately. You feel the growl in his chest, before you feel it on your lips.
His hands are on your hips, grinding your core down against his thigh. You gasp into the kiss, the jolt of arousal shooting through you, so powerful, one would think you’d been struck by lightning.
You’re no doubt soaked already, and the thin fabric of your pants are doing absolutely nothing to hide your slick from him. You don’t have time to feel embarrassed, too busy grinding down on him, as his hands guide you.
Needing air, you pull yourself from his lips. Panting, and your eyes still closed.
“You’re stunning, love..” Your eyes open at that, and the image that greets you almost takes your breath away.
Klaus is looking at you with unabashed affection and arousal, lips parted, and kiss-swollen, cheeks heated, pupils dilated. Slightly out of breath.
You feel your heartstrings tugging, and though you try to push it away, it stays in the back of your mind the whole time.
You’re blushing, you're sure of it. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’re flushed from your chest, up your neck, and all the way to your ears. His eyes seem to drink it in.
Too embarrassed to have him looking at you like that for any longer, you dive back in for another kiss. This time with even more passion than the first time. Teeth nipping gently at his lower lip, fingers carting through his curls, tugging a little harder than before.
He seems to like this, judging from the growl emitting from deep within his chest. A growl that turns into a moan. It’s like music to your ears, and you feel yourself grinding down against his thigh with almost feverish movements. The rough fabric of his jeans, even through your own layer of clothes, rubbing deliciously against your core. He seems to like this, too.
His left hand leaves your hip, and instead starts trailing up your side. His touch feather-like, and so sensual, you feel your whole body shivering with anticipation. “So responsive..” he whispers against your lips, before trailing them down your jaw, and the front of your throat.
You crane your neck, instantly allowing him to continue. His grip on your now positively bruising.
“So needy,” his hand keeps trailing up your ribs, fingers nearing your breasts. You gasp, when he cups the plump flesh through your shirt. He hums in approval. Your nipples are already painfully hard, but they seem to peak even further, at his touch.
You’re practically rutting against him now, causing him to tut mockingly against your throat.
“Impatient, too.” He’s mocking you, and deriving immense pleasure from it.
With just the one hand on your hip, he stills your movement. Sometimes it’s easy to forget just how strong he is, what with his lean figure. But he is. Impossibly strong.
But instead of being scared, you feel your walls clenching. Your underwear no doubt soaked. For a short moment, you wonder if he can smell it; your arousal. But, you’re quickly distracted by Klaus, both hands now on your shirt, ripping the front in half, unceremoniously.
The cold air hits your nipples with such intensity that you instinctively buck forward, seeking his warmth. He stops you, tutting at you. Eyes gleaming with mischief and desire, as he’s now pulled away from your throat, instead looking at you with a wolf-like grin.
You shiver under his gaze, eyes freely roaming your newly exposed skin. “Beautiful..” he mumbles, mostly to himself, it seems. Before you can shy away, or cover your breasts, he’s pouncing. Lips wrapping around one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his hand twists the other, boarding on the side of painful, yet so delicious.
You moan, loudly, bucking into his touch. Hands going back to play with the curls at the nape of his neck. Pulling, tugging. His control seems to falter at that, and suddenly you feel his fangs grazing the sensitive skin around your nipple.
You gasp, and he pulls away, just a mere inches. Eyes so blown out with desire, the blue has almost disappeared. “Careful, love,” he whispers into your skin, as his lips begin kissing their way up the valley of your breasts. Both hands now massaging the plump flesh, fingers tugging at your nipples in between tender touches.
As his mouth makes its way to your throat, he begins nipping at the skin with blunt teeth, sucking small marks into your exposed flesh. He’s marking you, you realize. Marking you in places where everyone will be able to see, unless you deliberately cover them up.
It sends a thrill through your body, and a shiver down your spine. Fingers tightening their grip on his curls, needing to anchor yourself to him
“You like it, don’t you, love?” Pausing only to nip at your jaw. “Like it when I mark you like this.” You can do nothing but whimper, and nod your head weakly. That isn’t enough for him, and he twists your nipples so hard, the pain almost overtakes the pleasure. You quickly correct your mistake.
“Yes-” Your voice shakes as you finally answer his question, not able to form a coherent sentence, so you opt for a single word. He smiles against your skin, “Good girl.”
Oh god. You whimper again; a needy little, breathless thing. His smile grows against your jaw, as it travels to your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe, teasingly, “You like that too?” This time you immediately use your words.
“Y-yes..” even shakkier than before. He hums approvingly into your ear, kissing the sensitive skin just below, before pulling his face away, to look down at his work.
Your skin is flushed, your body visibly shaking with arousal. There’s small marks, bruises, everywhere; on your collarbones, your throat, trailing all the way up your neck. Your nipples raw and red from all the tugging and twisting. Klaus looks at you almost in awe, lips parted, before his eyes find yours. “Fuck, love..” he sounds absolutely wrecked already. Just as you feel. But, you need more. Need him.
Despite his earlier warning, your hips jerk forward, rutting your slick, throbbing core against his thigh, just once. His eyes immediately follow the movement, and for a split second, you can see his resolve crumbling, you can see him fighting himself. And it lights a fire inside of you.
Leaning in, you begin to kiss down his throat, hands trailing down the front of his shirt, feeling the taut muscles underneath the fabric. When your hands reach his pants, you suck your own little bruise into his skin, just beneath his jaw. You know it’ll disappear in an instant, but you just can’t help yourself.
Klaus grunts, a rough, needy sound, and you know you’re close. Close to breaking his resolve, and making him lose control.
Shaky hands find his skin, now under his shirt, touching him with the same amount of fever, as he just did you. Your lips now planting kisses on the small patch of skin made visible by the deep cut of his shirt.
He grunts again, one hand cradling the back of your head, seemingly determined to stay in control, in some capacity. His other hand on the small of your back. So close, you think to yourself.
Your hands trail their way back down his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten underneath her fingers, as they make their way down to his jeans. With deft fingers, you pop open the button, and then begin drawing down the zipper.
You look at him, meeting his eyes, lashes fluttering at the intensity of his gaze. “Go on, love..” his voice raw, eyes hooded as he looks at you, giving you his permission. In one smooth movement, you’ve left his thigh, your knees now on the rug, body settled neatly between his legs. Your hands begin tugging at his pants, and he lifts his body, aiding you, as you drag the fabric down to his ankles. Hooded eyes glued to your lips, as you lean in, pressing open mouthed kisses to his clothed cock. Your eyes flutter up to his face, just in time to see his head lull back, resting against the backrest of the couch. A deep, rough groan escaping his lips.
It instantly sends a surge of pride coursing through your body, seeing him react in such a way to you. Your resolve grows, as does your courage, and soon you have him completely bare from the waist down; pants and boxers now pooling at his ankles.
Delicate fingers wrap around his cock, your lips placing a chaste kiss to the head. He groans, and you wrap your lips around him, tongue swirling, collecting the drops of pre-cum already leaking from the slit. He tastes almost musky, and it only spurs you on further.
As your hand wraps around the base of his cock, you begin bobbing your head, mouth taking him further down your throat. He’s panting now, and you feel his hips stuttering slightly underneath you. He’s holding back, letting you set the pace. It makes your heart flutter.
Klaus Mikaelson, the most feared man on earth, is holding back himself, not wanting to hurt you. It’s enough to drive you over the edge, you yourself losing all you control.
You pull back, spitting into the palm of your hand, before wrapping it back around his cock, going up and down and round a few times, before your lips are back around the head, allowing his cock back into the warm, wetness of your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head, tongue twirling. His thighs straining underneath you.
As you move your mouth down his cock, you take him even farther down your throat than before, not stopping until the head hits the back of your throat, your nose nuzzled firmly against the hairs at the base.
You feel yourself choking around him, the corners of your eyes stinging, before you go back up for air, spit drooling down your jaw. Although, you barely get to inhale, before you’re back on his cock.
Suddenly, his hands are on the back of your head, cradling your neck, pulling your mouth back onto his cock, right back where it belongs. The head hits the back of your throat, fast, and his hands are now setting the pace; making you gag around his cock, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth, wetting the coarse hairs, trailing down his balls.
You all but moan around his cock, eyes fluttering shut, as you struggle to breathe through your nose, whilst he fucks your face. As you open your eyes, you look up, immediately finding him already looking down on you. Lips parted, panting, eyes black, and hooded.
“There you go, love. This is what you wanted, right?” His voice is rough, practically gravel, and his hands go from cradling your neck, to gathering your hair in a sloppy ponytail. You can’t nod, so you moan around his cock instead.
He growls, before pulling you off of him, and you gasp for air, trying to get as much of it as you possibly can. “Look at you,” his voice mocking, yet, filled with something else, too. Something close to affection. “So beautiful with your lips around my cock,”
While one hand holds onto the ponytail, keeping your head in place, the other goes to your face, his thumb trailing your swollen, spit-covered lips. Eyes lingering, as he parts them, sliding his thumb inside your mouth. Your tongue finds it immediately, twirling the digit, sucking almost obscenely. He seems to like that, giving you a small, approving grunt.
After a few seconds of you sucking his thumb, he removes his hand from your face, instead going down to tear the ripped fabric from your torse, tossing it somewhere behind you.
“Stand.” He commands, letting go of your hair, allowing you to rise from the floor, standing before him, still panting from having your throat used like that.
For a second, he just looks at you, drinking you in. Then he discards his own shirt, kicking off his pants and boxers, throwing it all the same way as your ruined top. He leans back; once more mimicking a king on his throne. His confidence, and his piercing blue eyes, staring at you with such unadulterated desire, it makes you shiver.
“Take off your pants, love.” Another command you immediately obey. Soon enough, you’re standing, dressed only in your underwear. Internally grateful that you’d picked out a cute, lacey pair, this morning. “Very pretty,” he notes, eyeing the fabric. “But ultimately in the way.”
He beckons you to come closer, and you do. Your shaking body lowering yourself onto his lap once more, this time with your thighs planted firmly on either side of his.
Your arms move to once more wrap themselves around his neck, but he stops you, instead moving them behind your back. Not until he’s satisfied you won’t move them, does he remove his hands around your wrists.
“Good girl.” Your breath hitches, and you feel your walls clenching around nothing, for the hundredth time. Your clit throbbing painfully, knowing his cock is so close to where you need it the most.
With one hand on your hip in a possessive grip, his other hand begins trailing down the front of your body, starting at your navel, before making its way closer, and closer to your core. Painfully slow.
You almost forget how to breathe, only remembering to do so, as his fingers finally find the front of your underwear.
He chuckles darkly, eyes on your face, a smug smile splaying on his plump lips. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet, love?” Words seemingly escaping you entirely, only able to nod weakly at his question.
His thumb starts rubbing deftly over your covered clit, and you try desperately to rut it, but his hand on your hip stops you. Klaus chuckles once more. “So needy and impatient,” he teases.
Before you can respond, he’s torn your underwear in half, and thrown it away. The cold air hits your slick, heat, and you gasp, the sensation almost overwhelming. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing the little nub so slowly, you think you might actually go insane.
“So wet for me..” he mumbles under his breath. You’re not sure if it's for you, or to himself, but either way, it makes your skin flush.
Then he’s running two fingers through your wet folds, lapping at your hole, and you moan so loudly, throwing your head back, you’re sure they can hear you all the way back in town.
“There we go, love..” he compliments, his voice so rough, it sends a shiver down your spine. He ducks his head, lips kissing up your exposed throat, fangs grazing the skin here and there, as he moves two fingers inside of you, thumb still playing with your clit.
The sound that escapes you is pathetic; something between a moan and a whimper, a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before. It’s needy and raw and begging. Pure bliss.
Then he’s moving his fingers, slowly pumping them in and out of your hole, and you lose absolutely all semblance of control. He’s smiling against your skin, as you begin rutting against his thumb, practically fucking yourself on his fingers. And he lets you.
“Take what you need, love,” his voice tender, and filled with so much affection, you swear it makes your heart stop.
He sets up the pace of his fingers, adding a third finger inside of you, and when he finds that special spot inside of you, you can’t help but cry out his name. Almost like a prayer. That seems to only harden his resolve. His thumb begins moving more precisely against your bundle of nerves, and his fingers inside of you are beckoning you closer and closer to the edge.
The wet noises of your arousal soon fill up the room, and it’s all your ears can seem to focus on. That, and the way Klaus is panting against your neck. It’s all so- filthy. Your orgasm is close, and approaching fast. Faster than you thought possible.
“Look at me.” He commands. When you don’t obey immediately - too wrecked, and focused on chasing your relief - he takes matters into his own hands. Suddenly the grip on your hip is gone, his hand now wrapped around your throat. Possessive, but not too tight. That catches your attention.
Your eyes find his, lips parted, walls clenching around his fingers. The smirk on his lips so devious, you’d think he was the devil himself. Devious, and all sin.
His grip around your throat tightens, cutting off your airflow with precision. With his fingers pumping in and out of you with such speed, it can only be aided on by his supernatural powers, you slowly dissolve into sobs. Whimpering out a string of incoherent pleas and prayers. His name, the only coherent word.
And then you fall over the edge.
Your walls clench down on his fingers, your thighs clamping together around his hand, as you scream out his name, fire erupting from your core, and spreading through your veins. Pleasure coursing through you like a thousand little lighting bolts. Stars and fireworks behind your eyes. Your body taut and shaking, as your hips roll uncontrollably against his hand. You can still feel his thumb on your clit, rubbing gentle circles on the sensitive little bud. It’s almost too much.
Klaus is still pumping his fingers lazily inside of you, still hitting that spongy spot inside of you, from time to time, and you’re practically crying, now. Sobbing his name, as you come down from your never-ending-high.
All the while, he’s kissing your neck tenderly, whispering praise into your skin, telling you how beautiful you look, how he can’t get enough of you moaning his name.
You’ve somehow managed to keep your hands behind your back this whole time, just as he’d commanded. But in the haze of your intense pleasure, you have to anchor yourself, hands finding the nape of his neck once more, holding onto blonde curls like your life depends on it, as you ride out your mind blowing orgasm.
When he finally pulls his fingers out, you’re trembling, your face in the crook of his neck, panting damp patterns on his skin. Klaus kissing the top of your head, wet fingers tracing soothing patterns on the small of your back, while you try to calm down. “Breathe, love,” he whispers near your ear.
You take a few deep breaths, your body still trembling, as you finally pull back. You must look an absolute mess; mascara smudged, dried spit decorating both the corners of your mouth, and down your jaw. Your entire body flush, and slick with sweat.
His eyes tell a different story. For a split second, they flash yellow, tongue darting out to lick his lips, absentmindedly. He looks just about ready to devour you whole. The thought sends a new wave of arousal through your core, and before either of you can say anything, you’re crashing your lips against his, kissing him with renewed fever.
“Need you- please, Klaus, need you inside me,” is all you manage to say against his lips, your hips already rutting, ready for more.
He wastes no time, and in the blink of an eye, you're lying on the couch, back pressed into the soft cushions, as his hands find your thighs, pulling your knees to your chest, spreading you bare before him.
His eyes trails down, watching your slick folds, and how your hole clenches in anticipation. He all but howls at that. His eyes find yours, searching for any doubt, and you give him none.
Instead, you pull him down for another kiss. This time though, it’s gentle and tender and slow. Relaying to him, all those emotions, you can’t quite put into words. Feelings your heart won’t let you put into words just yet.
Klaus kisses you back, mirroring the slow, tender pace. Hands around your thighs softening. It seems he has things he can’t quite speak out loud, either.
When he pulls back, Klaus looks down at you with something you dare not name. You give him a nod, and that’s all he needs. Your legs stay bent, knees to your chest, as he wraps a hand around his cock, sliding it through your wet folds a few times, gathering your slick on his length. He’s outright moaning now, a low, guttural thing.
“Fuck,” his eyes focused on where the head of his cock is now pressing against your hole, probing. You moan, and his eyes fall back on your face. Capturing your gaze in his, and holding it there, as he continues to move his cock further and further inside of you; the stretch so delicious , you can’t help but clench around him, teeth biting down on your lower lip.
He hisses at that, and bottoms out inside of you, in one, fluid movement. You gasp, arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin so hard, you’re sure to draw blood. “So good for me,” he praises.
Still holding your gaze, he draws back his hips, his cock leaving your wet walls almost entirely, before slamming back inside of you. You can’t help but throw your head back against the couch, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Moaning out his name, as he sets a slow, brutal and precise pace. The head of his cock finds that spongy spot inside of you, that makes you see stars, hitting it over, and over, and over again.
Klaus fucks you painfully slow, savoring every drag of his cock against your warm walls. Grunting and panting above you, until his head comes to rest against your forehead. Both of you are sticky with sweat, none of you cares.
All you care about right now, is the feeling of his cock inside of you; pulling sounds from your throat you thought yourself entirely incapable of. And all you can do is hold on for dear life.
Your fingers in his hair now, tugging, pulling. Panting and moaning against his lips, as you join in another searing kiss. His arms on either side of your head, caging you in, chest to chest. You can feel his heart beat against yours, feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin.
After fucking you like that for what feels like hours, kissing you lazily, Klaus pulls back, hands pressing into the couch on either side of your head, hooded eyes looking down on you, almost in awe.
“Look at you.. Taking my cock so well,” you flush at his words, that mocking tone back. You whimper, just as his cock hit that special spot inside of you for the hundredth time. The pleasure never diminishes, no matter how many times he finds it.
Something inside of him seems to snap, and before you can even understand what’s happening, he has you on your knees on the couch, ass up, face pressed into the couch. His cock never leaving you whilst re-positioning you.
His hands find your hips in a bruising grip, pulling your ass flush against his pelvis, his chest pressed against your back, as he whispers in your ear, “You feel so good around my cock, love. So tight and wet,” his kissing your shoulders now, and down your spine. “Could stay inside you like this forever,” you let out another pathetic whimper, trying to rut your hips back against him. He’s stopped moving; his thick cock filling you up, but staying still.
It’s making you want to cry.
“Please, Klaus,” you whimper into the couch, face angled, eyes trying to catch his.
“Please what, love?” He’s taunting you. You bite down on your lower lip, tears forming in the corner of your eyes; it does absolutely nothing, and his cock is still unmoving.
“Please move, Klaus. Please- please fuck me, please,” all your pride thrown out the window, completely and utterly forgotten.
Barely does the words leave your lips, before he grants you your wish.
Though this time, he’s not holding back. His pace neither gentle nor slow. Instead, it’s fast, and hard, and unforgiving. Pistoning his hips, cock hitting your g-spot over, and over, balls slapping against your clit. Hands on your waits, pulling you back to meet his thrusts every single time.
By the time his hand snakes between your legs, and starts rubbing furiously on your clit, you’re a drooling, moaning mess. Your eyes in the back of your head, as he fucks you to your second orgasm of the night. Your whole body convulsing in pleasure, as the fire spreads through your veins.
“That’s it, love. Come on my cock, let me feel you,” and that’s all you need before you’re screaming his name yet again, tears streaming down your face.
He fucks you with such fever, hips rutting into the soft flesh of your ass, sure that bruises are forming there. You don’t care, in fact, you quite enjoy the thought of walking around with bruises on your ass, all because of Klaus.
His fingers never leaves your clit, not even when you’re begging, telling him it’s too much, instead, he pounds his cock deeper, harder, rubbing the overly sensitive little nub even faster. “Just one more, love. I know you can do it,” his hips stuttering, faltering, telling you he’s close, too. “For me,” his words send you over the edge once more.
Your third orgasm hits you so hard, so fast, you nearly pass out. Lips parted, in a silent scream. Klaus flips you over, wrapping your legs around his waist, nimble fingers rubbing on your clit with inhuman speed. Before you even realize it’s happening, you feel wetness gushing out of you, slicing his cock, and running down your thighs. Eyes in the back of your head the whole time.
“Fuck, love- that’s it, just let go..” his voise so tense, you’re sure he’s straining not to spill inside of you right this moment. Instead, fucking you through your orgasm. Hips stuttering, thrusts growing erratic. “So good, cuming around me. Listen to you,” his resolve seemingly crumbling by the second.
Through your haze, you manage to whimper out his undoing, “Want your cum inside of me,” that seems to send him over the edge.
With a crushing grip on your thighs, your feet dangling helplessly against his lower back, he pistons into you, unrelenting, thrusting into you with such fever, you can feel your eyes rolling right back into your head. Grunting and panting against your neck, before he stills, spilling his seed deep inside of you.
You can feel it, filling you up, before spilling out of you, trickling down your ass, and onto the couch. His thighs trembling, voice rough, as it moans in your ear. The sound sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps appearing anew all over your body.
Then he collapses on top of you, his weight anchoring you pleasantly to reality, feeling almost like you’re about to float out of your body, all bliss and pleasure. The aftershocks of your orgasms still making your body tremble.
You use the last of your strength, to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face to yours, lips meeting in a lazy, warm kiss. Klaus returns it, nipping at your lower lip.
The two of you stay lying like that for a few minutes, his cock still inside of you, his seed too. Then he pulls out, pulling your body on top of his, as he lays his back against the couch, one hand on your ass, the other cradling the back of your head, placing gentle kisses to the top of your head, whilst you catch your breath, head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.
You’re the first to break the comfortable silence, albeit keeping your head on his chest, eyes closed. “That was..” he finishes your sentence for you, “Amazing.” You nod your head, repeating his words, “Amazing.”
Klaus’ hands find your face, gently, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes so- soft, it makes your heart skip several beats. You stare right back, your own eyes just as tender, words lost somewhere in your throat. Instead, you lean up, his head meeting yours, as your lips find his in a quick, chaste kiss. Almost, shy. Experimental.
Something entirely different than any other kiss shared between the two of you.
“Stay the night?” Your voice barely a whisper, eyes finding his, when you pull back from the kiss. Wishing so he’ll agree.
Instead of answering you, he wraps his arms around your body, and suddenly, you find yourself no longer on the couch, now lying on your bed, wrapped in his embrace under the covers. His chin pressed against the top of your head, your face in his chest. You allow yourself a deep breath of his scent, his cologne. Of him. It makes you shiver, your eyes fluttering, as you snuggle closer. Your bones suddenly heavy, body melting into his. He’s warm and soft. Safe.
His lips find your hair, kissing you tenderly. “Sleep now, love. I’ll still be here tomorrow,” hesitating before he continues, “If you want me to be..” There’s something new in his voice, something your sleep-stricken brain can’t quite place. Vulnerability?
Before you doze off, you mumble into his chest, your hands tugged safely under your chin, “Never leave…”
Klaus finds himself smiling against your hair, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, so chaste, so gentle, as not to wake you up.
AUTHORS NOTE — this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written- sorry not sorry !!! the idea just came to me out of the blue and i just HAD to sit down and write it all in one go GIGGLES i hope y’all like it !! please don’t hesitate to like, comment and reblog, if you enjoyed it ! MWUAH
You accuse Klaus of using you, he reacts differently than you’d expect.
Warnings: pwp (plot if you squint, really), smut - filthy, filthy smut - irregular use of past and present tense (its my downfall, y’all, sorry), swear words, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), rough sex, biting, multiple orgasms, restraining of limbs, overstimulation, slight dub-con(?), consensual sex, squirting, penis-in-vagina sex, breeding, size kink if you squint, unsafe sex (wrap it up, pookies!), teasing idiots in love that can’t say their feelings out loud, klaus being klaus, a little fluff snuck in their all on its own oops, not proofread, spelling and grammar mistakes
You’re sitting by the fire at the Salvatore boarding-house, reading a book, when a loud, demanding voice pulls you from your thoughts, breaking your concentration. Ruining your moment of peace.
“Where’s Damon?” The familiar British accent immediately gives its owner away: Klaus.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead closing the book - taking a mental note of the page number - before looking up.
He steps into the living room, eyes immediately finding your form on the couch. He’s in a bad mood. Great, you think.
“I don’t know, Klaus.” Your tone is sharp, yet respectful. Pissing him off when he’s in a bad mood is not a good idea. Although he’s never hurt you specifically, he’s hurt your friends plenty of times, and that’s enough warning for you.
He huffs, crossing his arms almost like a child, you think. You’d think he’d matured by now, having lived for over a thousand years, but no, he was impossibly immature sometimes.
Klaus just glares at you for a moment, and you glare back. Not one to back down so easily. Then he plops himself down in the armchair across from you, eyes narrowing as he looks at you almost suspiciously.
The two of you sit in silence for what seems like several minutes, and you feel yourself growing more and more annoyed. In the end, you're the one to break the silence.
“Is there anything else I can help you with, Klaus?” Voice even sharper than before.
He doesn't answer you right away, his eyes instead roaming over your form. Almost like he’s studying you. It's unnerving, and makes you sit up straighter.
He huffs once more, mirroring you, by sitting up straighter, too. “Just wondering where Damon is, love.”
Your heart betrays you then, fluttering slightly at the nickname. You will it to stop. You’re not special, you remind yourself. He calls every woman that. Not that you want to be special. That’s what you tell yourself, at least.
If he picks up on your heartbeat, he says nothing. You just hope he didn't notice; too busy being suspicious or annoyed, or whatever he’s feeling.
You shift a little on the couch, but refuse to look away. Refuse to back down.
“I don’t know where he is. Sorry,” You quickly add the last part, not wanting to egg him on.
“Don’t know, or won’t tell?” He doesn’t believe you. And why should he? You're on opposite sides. Enemies.
Elena is your friend, Stefan her boyfriend. Damon is your ally by default. Not that you particularly like him. Still, that doesn’t mean you want him dead - or whatever Klaus has planned for him.
“What makes you so sure I'd tell you if I knew?” The words leave your lips before you have a chance to think them over. Challenging him.
For a moment, he stills. Jaw clenching. Then, he smiles. A devious thing, head tilted just barely to the left, as his eyes pierce yours. He’s amused.
“You never were a very good liar,” He pauses, the smile growing. “At least, not with me.”
His words hit you like a gust of wind, making your resolve falter. Your own eyes narrowing, ears burning. You can only hope your face isn’t heating up too. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
His words are.. somewhat true. Not that you’d ever admit to it out loud.
These days, your friends hardly included you in their schemes. At least, not when Klaus was involved. But it hadn’t always been like that.
In the beginning, Damon had asked you to distract Klaus, and more than once. Every single time, you’d end up breaking, and telling him the truth. Betraying Damon, and your friends.
The first time it happened, you were sure Damon would kill you. Snap your neck, or something worse. Stefan and Elena had talked him down, convincing him that it wasn’t your fault. You were just a human, and Klaus was a thousand year old vampire. Powerful, terrifying. They’d even scolded him for using you in the first place.
You were only used for emergencies, after that. Five times, you’d been the distraction, and all five times, you’d caved to him. But not out of fear, as your friends assumed. No, you’d caved because of his charm.
The way he’d smile at you, so genuine, and almost affectionate. At the way his eyes would light up, just for a second, when you had approached him, before hardening once more. Never unfriendly, but closed off, still. Each time, his walls would crumble, little by little, and so would yours.
The last time it happened, you’d been told to distract him at The Grill. Keep him occupied, while Damon was snooping around in his apartment. He’d smiled, once his eyes caught yours, blue eyes piercing through you, as you sat down besides him.
You always felt as though he knew exactly what you were doing, even if he didn’t say it out loud. He was far too perceptive not to, you thought.
As they began talking, the way he was looking at you, it made your entire body flush with something unnamed. Looking at you with such- genuine, unabashed interest, as you droned on and on about something entirely inconsequential.
When he’d allowed you to speak for what seemed like an eternity, and you’d finally ran out of stuff to say, he’d just- looked at you with a knowing smile. Eyes gleaming with amusement, with mischief. And then he called you out.
“You’ve been a wonderful distraction, love,” His smirk had almost taken your breath away. “But, I think it’s time for you to stop this little charade, and tell me what your friends are planning this time.” He spoke with such finality, knowing you’d break down, and tell him what he wanted. As you always did.
And you had done just that. Little to no persuasion needed. He’d smiled, thanked you and left you at the bar, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. Wondering why he had such a hold on you, when you were supposed to hate him.
That was the last time your friends had included you in their plans. After that, you were kept on the sideline whenever Klaus was involved.
You blink a few times. So caught up in your memories, you realized you’ve completely zoned out. Klaus is looking at you with a smug expression on his face. Lips curled into something devilish.
You feel the words catching in your throat, not sure how to respond to his words. They’re true, of course they are, but you don’t want to admit it. Least of all to him.
Your mouth opens and closes for a few moments, before staying shut, finally lowering your head, avoiding his eyes. Ashamed.
Hair falling in front of your face, to hide your shame.
He chuckles, a low, almost cruel thing. Clearly amused by your reaction, and your sudden lack of words. He’s enjoying this, you realize. Making you speechless. You should hate him for it, but you can’t find it in yourself.
You feel his eyes on you, even when you’re not looking. Studying you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your fingers begin fumbling with a loose thread on your pajama pants. Suddenly painfully aware of yourself, and what you’re wearing.
Your hair is loose, and slightly disheveled from moving against the velvet cushions on the couch. You discarded your sweater hours ago, now lying on the rug between the two of you, almost under the coffee table. Underneath it, a black top, trimmed with lace. Your pajama pants loose, the fabric thin, and almost see through. Almost.
You’re not wearing a bra, either. Why would you? You’re the only one here, both Stefan and Damon having left hours ago. You wanted to relax, to curl up on the couch, and read. Be alone.
But now you're not alone: Klaus is here, his eyes roaming your body, drinking in your every movement. No doubt listening to the rapid beating of your heart, and the way your pulse seems to have quickened under his gaze.
You gulp down on a lump of air, eyes still trained on the book in your hands. Still not able to look up and meet his gaze.
“Look at me.” He says. Demands. You obey, no hesitation. It only furthers your embarrassment. Your head tilts back up, face no longer obscured by your hair.
The way he looks at you, it’s almost too much.
Klaus is leaning back in the armchair, like a king would his throne. Relaxed, smug. His entire face lid up by the devious smirk splaying on his lips. He looks positively terrifying. Yet, you find yourself not scared, but almost.. enthralled, instead. Your body leaning towards him, entirely by instinct. He’s like a magnet, drawing you in.
“There she is,” He says, voice barely a whisper, almost as if speaking to himself. His eyes willing yours to look into his. If you weren’t wearing vervain, you’d probably wonder whether he was compelling you or not.
“Now tell me the truth, love. Where is Damon?” His voice is no longer annoyed, but instead dripping with amusement. He has you right where he wants you. He knew it, you knew it.
“He left with Stefan hours ago.” The words spill off your lips before you even have a chance to think about it.
“And where did he go, love?” Eyes narrowing very slightly, still not entirely convinced you wouldn’t try and deceive him again.
“I don’t know..” You trailed off, teeth biting down to nibble on your lower lip. A nervous habit of yours. “I promise.”
For what seemed like an eternity, Klaus just stared at you. Stared through you. His smile had faltered, the suspicion now back with full force. You shrunk slightly under his gaze, the power he had over you undeniable. Finally, he smiled. A lazy thing. But his eyes didn’t leave you.
“I believe you,” Pausing, as his face tilted, studying you. “But I do wonder..” Voice trailing off, now lazying on his chair (throne), legs spread out, arms on each rest. Staring you down, your eyes still unable to leave him.
“Why are you so loyal to them? You’re nothing but a pawn. Something to be used, and then discarded when you’ve outrun your use.”
If his earlier words had hit you like a gust of wind, this time, they hit you like a slap to the face. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t true. Elena and Stefan, they cared for you. They were your friends. Even Damon seemed to care, in his own, twisted way.
But coming from Klaus, the words seemed so.. final. They seemed true, and it made you question yourself.
“That’s..” You didn’t know how to respond. What to say, or how to deny it. What if it was true? What if you were just that; a pawn? Someone, something, to be used, and then tossed aside?
You felt the corners of your eyes beginning to sting. No doubt glazed over. You refused to cry in front of him; refused to give him the satisfaction.
Suddenly, you feel anger bubbling up inside of you. Anger directed at him, and not at your friends.
“And what about you?” Your eyes still trained on him, when you continue, “You use me. You use me, and then throw me away.” Your whole body now shaking with anger.
His face changes in an instant. Where his lips were once curled up in a smirk, they’re now a straight line. His jaw clenched, his whole face tense. Eyes darkening. Cold. The walls back up. He’s angry, you realize.
Why is he angry with you?
In a blur of motion, he’s left the chair. Standing right in front of the couch, glaring down at you with an almost murderous expression. For a second, you fill with dread. You poked the bear, and now he was going to hurt you.
But instead, he leans down, body and face, inching closer and closer to your own. You can’t move, suddenly frozen. Glued to your spot on the couch. All you can do is look at him, and gulp down a big lump of air. Your pulse impossibly fast, same as your heart.
His hands find the backrest, his arms now caging you in. His face is so close, that you can feel his breath on your skin, causing goosebumps to appear on any and all exposed skin. His scent engulfs you, causing your eyes to flutter. Lashes tickling your cheeks for mere moments. His cologne, something earthy and expensive, mixed with something that's just.. him. Musky, warm. Manly.
You smell whiskey, too. And something else. Copper. Your heart skips several beats. Blood.
You should be frightened, should want to escape. Instead, your thighs begin to rub against each other, entirely subconsciously. On instinct. You’ve never felt so ashamed in your life.
If he notices, he says nothing. He just keeps glaring down on you, jaw clenched, lips in a thin line. For what feels like an eternity, he does that. You stare back, helpless. Then, he opens his mouth. He’s angry.
“You think I use you?” His voice barely above a whisper. He’s not angry, he’s seething. “You dare compare me to those.. imbeciles, you call your friends?” You gasp.
“I would never use you,” This time his voice is laced with something else, now. A gentleness, perhaps? Your ears must be betraying you, your mind trying to trick you.
“All those times you came to me, distracting me,” So he does know. Are you even surprised?
“I allowed you to do just that. Distract me. Did it ever occur to you why I would do such a thing?” Your brows furrow, searching towards the middle of your face. What’s that supposed to mean?
He leans impossibly closer, his breath but a whisper on your lips. A promise..
Blue eyes searching your face, faltering to your lips several times, before catching your eyes once more. “You..” His eyes fall to your lips, seemingly lost for words. Klaus Mikaelson, lost for words. Now that’s a first.
Something awakens inside of you. Something almost primal. Before you can think further of it, or begin to second-guess yourself, you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck, and pressed your lips to his in a searing kiss. Eyes closed, your knees now on the cushions, body leaning up, trying to get closer. Needing to get closer.
He seems taken aback; but the hesitation disappears just as quickly as it appeared. In another blur of motion - no doubt with the help of his supernatural abilities - you’ve switched places.
Now he is the one sitting on the couch, you in his lap, legs straddling his left thight. Your arms around his neck, his around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest.
His grip is possessive, his lips demanding. The kiss all teeth and tongue. Your hands quickly find their way up into his blonde curls, tugging desperately. You feel the growl in his chest, before you feel it on your lips.
His hands are on your hips, grinding your core down against his thigh. You gasp into the kiss, the jolt of arousal shooting through you, so powerful, one would think you’d been struck by lightning.
You’re no doubt soaked already, and the thin fabric of your pants are doing absolutely nothing to hide your slick from him. You don’t have time to feel embarrassed, too busy grinding down on him, as his hands guide you.
Needing air, you pull yourself from his lips. Panting, and your eyes still closed.
“You’re stunning, love..” Your eyes open at that, and the image that greets you almost takes your breath away.
Klaus is looking at you with unabashed affection and arousal, lips parted, and kiss-swollen, cheeks heated, pupils dilated. Slightly out of breath.
You feel your heartstrings tugging, and though you try to push it away, it stays in the back of your mind the whole time.
You’re blushing, you're sure of it. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’re flushed from your chest, up your neck, and all the way to your ears. His eyes seem to drink it in.
Too embarrassed to have him looking at you like that for any longer, you dive back in for another kiss. This time with even more passion than the first time. Teeth nipping gently at his lower lip, fingers carting through his curls, tugging a little harder than before.
He seems to like this, judging from the growl emitting from deep within his chest. A growl that turns into a moan. It’s like music to your ears, and you feel yourself grinding down against his thigh with almost feverish movements. The rough fabric of his jeans, even through your own layer of clothes, rubbing deliciously against your core. He seems to like this, too.
His left hand leaves your hip, and instead starts trailing up your side. His touch feather-like, and so sensual, you feel your whole body shivering with anticipation. “So responsive..” he whispers against your lips, before trailing them down your jaw, and the front of your throat.
You crane your neck, instantly allowing him to continue. His grip on your now positively bruising.
“So needy,” his hand keeps trailing up your ribs, fingers nearing your breasts. You gasp, when he cups the plump flesh through your shirt. He hums in approval. Your nipples are already painfully hard, but they seem to peak even further, at his touch.
You’re practically rutting against him now, causing him to tut mockingly against your throat.
“Impatient, too.” He’s mocking you, and deriving immense pleasure from it.
With just the one hand on your hip, he stills your movement. Sometimes it’s easy to forget just how strong he is, what with his lean figure. But he is. Impossibly strong.
But instead of being scared, you feel your walls clenching. Your underwear no doubt soaked. For a short moment, you wonder if he can smell it; your arousal. But, you’re quickly distracted by Klaus, both hands now on your shirt, ripping the front in half, unceremoniously.
The cold air hits your nipples with such intensity that you instinctively buck forward, seeking his warmth. He stops you, tutting at you. Eyes gleaming with mischief and desire, as he’s now pulled away from your throat, instead looking at you with a wolf-like grin.
You shiver under his gaze, eyes freely roaming your newly exposed skin. “Beautiful..” he mumbles, mostly to himself, it seems. Before you can shy away, or cover your breasts, he’s pouncing. Lips wrapping around one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his hand twists the other, boarding on the side of painful, yet so delicious.
You moan, loudly, bucking into his touch. Hands going back to play with the curls at the nape of his neck. Pulling, tugging. His control seems to falter at that, and suddenly you feel his fangs grazing the sensitive skin around your nipple.
You gasp, and he pulls away, just a mere inches. Eyes so blown out with desire, the blue has almost disappeared. “Careful, love,” he whispers into your skin, as his lips begin kissing their way up the valley of your breasts. Both hands now massaging the plump flesh, fingers tugging at your nipples in between tender touches.
As his mouth makes its way to your throat, he begins nipping at the skin with blunt teeth, sucking small marks into your exposed flesh. He’s marking you, you realize. Marking you in places where everyone will be able to see, unless you deliberately cover them up.
It sends a thrill through your body, and a shiver down your spine. Fingers tightening their grip on his curls, needing to anchor yourself to him
“You like it, don’t you, love?” Pausing only to nip at your jaw. “Like it when I mark you like this.” You can do nothing but whimper, and nod your head weakly. That isn’t enough for him, and he twists your nipples so hard, the pain almost overtakes the pleasure. You quickly correct your mistake.
“Yes-” Your voice shakes as you finally answer his question, not able to form a coherent sentence, so you opt for a single word. He smiles against your skin, “Good girl.”
Oh god. You whimper again; a needy little, breathless thing. His smile grows against your jaw, as it travels to your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe, teasingly, “You like that too?” This time you immediately use your words.
“Y-yes..” even shakkier than before. He hums approvingly into your ear, kissing the sensitive skin just below, before pulling his face away, to look down at his work.
Your skin is flushed, your body visibly shaking with arousal. There’s small marks, bruises, everywhere; on your collarbones, your throat, trailing all the way up your neck. Your nipples raw and red from all the tugging and twisting. Klaus looks at you almost in awe, lips parted, before his eyes find yours. “Fuck, love..” he sounds absolutely wrecked already. Just as you feel. But, you need more. Need him.
Despite his earlier warning, your hips jerk forward, rutting your slick, throbbing core against his thigh, just once. His eyes immediately follow the movement, and for a split second, you can see his resolve crumbling, you can see him fighting himself. And it lights a fire inside of you.
Leaning in, you begin to kiss down his throat, hands trailing down the front of his shirt, feeling the taut muscles underneath the fabric. When your hands reach his pants, you suck your own little bruise into his skin, just beneath his jaw. You know it’ll disappear in an instant, but you just can’t help yourself.
Klaus grunts, a rough, needy sound, and you know you’re close. Close to breaking his resolve, and making him lose control.
Shaky hands find his skin, now under his shirt, touching him with the same amount of fever, as he just did you. Your lips now planting kisses on the small patch of skin made visible by the deep cut of his shirt.
He grunts again, one hand cradling the back of your head, seemingly determined to stay in control, in some capacity. His other hand on the small of your back. So close, you think to yourself.
Your hands trail their way back down his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten underneath her fingers, as they make their way down to his jeans. With deft fingers, you pop open the button, and then begin drawing down the zipper.
You look at him, meeting his eyes, lashes fluttering at the intensity of his gaze. “Go on, love..” his voice raw, eyes hooded as he looks at you, giving you his permission. In one smooth movement, you’ve left his thigh, your knees now on the rug, body settled neatly between his legs. Your hands begin tugging at his pants, and he lifts his body, aiding you, as you drag the fabric down to his ankles. Hooded eyes glued to your lips, as you lean in, pressing open mouthed kisses to his clothed cock. Your eyes flutter up to his face, just in time to see his head lull back, resting against the backrest of the couch. A deep, rough groan escaping his lips.
It instantly sends a surge of pride coursing through your body, seeing him react in such a way to you. Your resolve grows, as does your courage, and soon you have him completely bare from the waist down; pants and boxers now pooling at his ankles.
Delicate fingers wrap around his cock, your lips placing a chaste kiss to the head. He groans, and you wrap your lips around him, tongue swirling, collecting the drops of pre-cum already leaking from the slit. He tastes almost musky, and it only spurs you on further.
As your hand wraps around the base of his cock, you begin bobbing your head, mouth taking him further down your throat. He’s panting now, and you feel his hips stuttering slightly underneath you. He’s holding back, letting you set the pace. It makes your heart flutter.
Klaus Mikaelson, the most feared man on earth, is holding back himself, not wanting to hurt you. It’s enough to drive you over the edge, you yourself losing all you control.
You pull back, spitting into the palm of your hand, before wrapping it back around his cock, going up and down and round a few times, before your lips are back around the head, allowing his cock back into the warm, wetness of your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head, tongue twirling. His thighs straining underneath you.
As you move your mouth down his cock, you take him even farther down your throat than before, not stopping until the head hits the back of your throat, your nose nuzzled firmly against the hairs at the base.
You feel yourself choking around him, the corners of your eyes stinging, before you go back up for air, spit drooling down your jaw. Although, you barely get to inhale, before you’re back on his cock.
Suddenly, his hands are on the back of your head, cradling your neck, pulling your mouth back onto his cock, right back where it belongs. The head hits the back of your throat, fast, and his hands are now setting the pace; making you gag around his cock, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth, wetting the coarse hairs, trailing down his balls.
You all but moan around his cock, eyes fluttering shut, as you struggle to breathe through your nose, whilst he fucks your face. As you open your eyes, you look up, immediately finding him already looking down on you. Lips parted, panting, eyes black, and hooded.
“There you go, love. This is what you wanted, right?” His voice is rough, practically gravel, and his hands go from cradling your neck, to gathering your hair in a sloppy ponytail. You can’t nod, so you moan around his cock instead.
He growls, before pulling you off of him, and you gasp for air, trying to get as much of it as you possibly can. “Look at you,” his voice mocking, yet, filled with something else, too. Something close to affection. “So beautiful with your lips around my cock,”
While one hand holds onto the ponytail, keeping your head in place, the other goes to your face, his thumb trailing your swollen, spit-covered lips. Eyes lingering, as he parts them, sliding his thumb inside your mouth. Your tongue finds it immediately, twirling the digit, sucking almost obscenely. He seems to like that, giving you a small, approving grunt.
After a few seconds of you sucking his thumb, he removes his hand from your face, instead going down to tear the ripped fabric from your torse, tossing it somewhere behind you.
“Stand.” He commands, letting go of your hair, allowing you to rise from the floor, standing before him, still panting from having your throat used like that.
For a second, he just looks at you, drinking you in. Then he discards his own shirt, kicking off his pants and boxers, throwing it all the same way as your ruined top. He leans back; once more mimicking a king on his throne. His confidence, and his piercing blue eyes, staring at you with such unadulterated desire, it makes you shiver.
“Take off your pants, love.” Another command you immediately obey. Soon enough, you’re standing, dressed only in your underwear. Internally grateful that you’d picked out a cute, lacey pair, this morning. “Very pretty,” he notes, eyeing the fabric. “But ultimately in the way.”
He beckons you to come closer, and you do. Your shaking body lowering yourself onto his lap once more, this time with your thighs planted firmly on either side of his.
Your arms move to once more wrap themselves around his neck, but he stops you, instead moving them behind your back. Not until he’s satisfied you won’t move them, does he remove his hands around your wrists.
“Good girl.” Your breath hitches, and you feel your walls clenching around nothing, for the hundredth time. Your clit throbbing painfully, knowing his cock is so close to where you need it the most.
With one hand on your hip in a possessive grip, his other hand begins trailing down the front of your body, starting at your navel, before making its way closer, and closer to your core. Painfully slow.
You almost forget how to breathe, only remembering to do so, as his fingers finally find the front of your underwear.
He chuckles darkly, eyes on your face, a smug smile splaying on his plump lips. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet, love?” Words seemingly escaping you entirely, only able to nod weakly at his question.
His thumb starts rubbing deftly over your covered clit, and you try desperately to rut it, but his hand on your hip stops you. Klaus chuckles once more. “So needy and impatient,” he teases.
Before you can respond, he’s torn your underwear in half, and thrown it away. The cold air hits your slick, heat, and you gasp, the sensation almost overwhelming. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing the little nub so slowly, you think you might actually go insane.
“So wet for me..” he mumbles under his breath. You’re not sure if it's for you, or to himself, but either way, it makes your skin flush.
Then he’s running two fingers through your wet folds, lapping at your hole, and you moan so loudly, throwing your head back, you’re sure they can hear you all the way back in town.
“There we go, love..” he compliments, his voice so rough, it sends a shiver down your spine. He ducks his head, lips kissing up your exposed throat, fangs grazing the skin here and there, as he moves two fingers inside of you, thumb still playing with your clit.
The sound that escapes you is pathetic; something between a moan and a whimper, a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before. It’s needy and raw and begging. Pure bliss.
Then he’s moving his fingers, slowly pumping them in and out of your hole, and you lose absolutely all semblance of control. He’s smiling against your skin, as you begin rutting against his thumb, practically fucking yourself on his fingers. And he lets you.
“Take what you need, love,” his voice tender, and filled with so much affection, you swear it makes your heart stop.
He sets up the pace of his fingers, adding a third finger inside of you, and when he finds that special spot inside of you, you can’t help but cry out his name. Almost like a prayer. That seems to only harden his resolve. His thumb begins moving more precisely against your bundle of nerves, and his fingers inside of you are beckoning you closer and closer to the edge.
The wet noises of your arousal soon fill up the room, and it’s all your ears can seem to focus on. That, and the way Klaus is panting against your neck. It’s all so- filthy. Your orgasm is close, and approaching fast. Faster than you thought possible.
“Look at me.” He commands. When you don’t obey immediately - too wrecked, and focused on chasing your relief - he takes matters into his own hands. Suddenly the grip on your hip is gone, his hand now wrapped around your throat. Possessive, but not too tight. That catches your attention.
Your eyes find his, lips parted, walls clenching around his fingers. The smirk on his lips so devious, you’d think he was the devil himself. Devious, and all sin.
His grip around your throat tightens, cutting off your airflow with precision. With his fingers pumping in and out of you with such speed, it can only be aided on by his supernatural powers, you slowly dissolve into sobs. Whimpering out a string of incoherent pleas and prayers. His name, the only coherent word.
And then you fall over the edge.
Your walls clench down on his fingers, your thighs clamping together around his hand, as you scream out his name, fire erupting from your core, and spreading through your veins. Pleasure coursing through you like a thousand little lighting bolts. Stars and fireworks behind your eyes. Your body taut and shaking, as your hips roll uncontrollably against his hand. You can still feel his thumb on your clit, rubbing gentle circles on the sensitive little bud. It’s almost too much.
Klaus is still pumping his fingers lazily inside of you, still hitting that spongy spot inside of you, from time to time, and you’re practically crying, now. Sobbing his name, as you come down from your never-ending-high.
All the while, he’s kissing your neck tenderly, whispering praise into your skin, telling you how beautiful you look, how he can’t get enough of you moaning his name.
You’ve somehow managed to keep your hands behind your back this whole time, just as he’d commanded. But in the haze of your intense pleasure, you have to anchor yourself, hands finding the nape of his neck once more, holding onto blonde curls like your life depends on it, as you ride out your mind blowing orgasm.
When he finally pulls his fingers out, you’re trembling, your face in the crook of his neck, panting damp patterns on his skin. Klaus kissing the top of your head, wet fingers tracing soothing patterns on the small of your back, while you try to calm down. “Breathe, love,” he whispers near your ear.
You take a few deep breaths, your body still trembling, as you finally pull back. You must look an absolute mess; mascara smudged, dried spit decorating both the corners of your mouth, and down your jaw. Your entire body flush, and slick with sweat.
His eyes tell a different story. For a split second, they flash yellow, tongue darting out to lick his lips, absentmindedly. He looks just about ready to devour you whole. The thought sends a new wave of arousal through your core, and before either of you can say anything, you’re crashing your lips against his, kissing him with renewed fever.
“Need you- please, Klaus, need you inside me,” is all you manage to say against his lips, your hips already rutting, ready for more.
He wastes no time, and in the blink of an eye, you're lying on the couch, back pressed into the soft cushions, as his hands find your thighs, pulling your knees to your chest, spreading you bare before him.
His eyes trails down, watching your slick folds, and how your hole clenches in anticipation. He all but howls at that. His eyes find yours, searching for any doubt, and you give him none.
Instead, you pull him down for another kiss. This time though, it’s gentle and tender and slow. Relaying to him, all those emotions, you can’t quite put into words. Feelings your heart won’t let you put into words just yet.
Klaus kisses you back, mirroring the slow, tender pace. Hands around your thighs softening. It seems he has things he can’t quite speak out loud, either.
When he pulls back, Klaus looks down at you with something you dare not name. You give him a nod, and that’s all he needs. Your legs stay bent, knees to your chest, as he wraps a hand around his cock, sliding it through your wet folds a few times, gathering your slick on his length. He’s outright moaning now, a low, guttural thing.
“Fuck,” his eyes focused on where the head of his cock is now pressing against your hole, probing. You moan, and his eyes fall back on your face. Capturing your gaze in his, and holding it there, as he continues to move his cock further and further inside of you; the stretch so delicious , you can’t help but clench around him, teeth biting down on your lower lip.
He hisses at that, and bottoms out inside of you, in one, fluid movement. You gasp, arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin so hard, you’re sure to draw blood. “So good for me,” he praises.
Still holding your gaze, he draws back his hips, his cock leaving your wet walls almost entirely, before slamming back inside of you. You can’t help but throw your head back against the couch, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Moaning out his name, as he sets a slow, brutal and precise pace. The head of his cock finds that spongy spot inside of you, that makes you see stars, hitting it over, and over, and over again.
Klaus fucks you painfully slow, savoring every drag of his cock against your warm walls. Grunting and panting above you, until his head comes to rest against your forehead. Both of you are sticky with sweat, none of you cares.
All you care about right now, is the feeling of his cock inside of you; pulling sounds from your throat you thought yourself entirely incapable of. And all you can do is hold on for dear life.
Your fingers in his hair now, tugging, pulling. Panting and moaning against his lips, as you join in another searing kiss. His arms on either side of your head, caging you in, chest to chest. You can feel his heart beat against yours, feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin.
After fucking you like that for what feels like hours, kissing you lazily, Klaus pulls back, hands pressing into the couch on either side of your head, hooded eyes looking down on you, almost in awe.
“Look at you.. Taking my cock so well,” you flush at his words, that mocking tone back. You whimper, just as his cock hit that special spot inside of you for the hundredth time. The pleasure never diminishes, no matter how many times he finds it.
Something inside of him seems to snap, and before you can even understand what’s happening, he has you on your knees on the couch, ass up, face pressed into the couch. His cock never leaving you whilst re-positioning you.
His hands find your hips in a bruising grip, pulling your ass flush against his pelvis, his chest pressed against your back, as he whispers in your ear, “You feel so good around my cock, love. So tight and wet,” his kissing your shoulders now, and down your spine. “Could stay inside you like this forever,” you let out another pathetic whimper, trying to rut your hips back against him. He’s stopped moving; his thick cock filling you up, but staying still.
It’s making you want to cry.
“Please, Klaus,” you whimper into the couch, face angled, eyes trying to catch his.
“Please what, love?” He’s taunting you. You bite down on your lower lip, tears forming in the corner of your eyes; it does absolutely nothing, and his cock is still unmoving.
“Please move, Klaus. Please- please fuck me, please,” all your pride thrown out the window, completely and utterly forgotten.
Barely does the words leave your lips, before he grants you your wish.
Though this time, he’s not holding back. His pace neither gentle nor slow. Instead, it’s fast, and hard, and unforgiving. Pistoning his hips, cock hitting your g-spot over, and over, balls slapping against your clit. Hands on your waits, pulling you back to meet his thrusts every single time.
By the time his hand snakes between your legs, and starts rubbing furiously on your clit, you’re a drooling, moaning mess. Your eyes in the back of your head, as he fucks you to your second orgasm of the night. Your whole body convulsing in pleasure, as the fire spreads through your veins.
“That’s it, love. Come on my cock, let me feel you,” and that’s all you need before you’re screaming his name yet again, tears streaming down your face.
He fucks you with such fever, hips rutting into the soft flesh of your ass, sure that bruises are forming there. You don’t care, in fact, you quite enjoy the thought of walking around with bruises on your ass, all because of Klaus.
His fingers never leaves your clit, not even when you’re begging, telling him it’s too much, instead, he pounds his cock deeper, harder, rubbing the overly sensitive little nub even faster. “Just one more, love. I know you can do it,” his hips stuttering, faltering, telling you he’s close, too. “For me,” his words send you over the edge once more.
Your third orgasm hits you so hard, so fast, you nearly pass out. Lips parted, in a silent scream. Klaus flips you over, wrapping your legs around his waist, nimble fingers rubbing on your clit with inhuman speed. Before you even realize it’s happening, you feel wetness gushing out of you, slicing his cock, and running down your thighs. Eyes in the back of your head the whole time.
“Fuck, love- that’s it, just let go..” his voise so tense, you’re sure he’s straining not to spill inside of you right this moment. Instead, fucking you through your orgasm. Hips stuttering, thrusts growing erratic. “So good, cuming around me. Listen to you,” his resolve seemingly crumbling by the second.
Through your haze, you manage to whimper out his undoing, “Want your cum inside of me,” that seems to send him over the edge.
With a crushing grip on your thighs, your feet dangling helplessly against his lower back, he pistons into you, unrelenting, thrusting into you with such fever, you can feel your eyes rolling right back into your head. Grunting and panting against your neck, before he stills, spilling his seed deep inside of you.
You can feel it, filling you up, before spilling out of you, trickling down your ass, and onto the couch. His thighs trembling, voice rough, as it moans in your ear. The sound sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps appearing anew all over your body.
Then he collapses on top of you, his weight anchoring you pleasantly to reality, feeling almost like you’re about to float out of your body, all bliss and pleasure. The aftershocks of your orgasms still making your body tremble.
You use the last of your strength, to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face to yours, lips meeting in a lazy, warm kiss. Klaus returns it, nipping at your lower lip.
The two of you stay lying like that for a few minutes, his cock still inside of you, his seed too. Then he pulls out, pulling your body on top of his, as he lays his back against the couch, one hand on your ass, the other cradling the back of your head, placing gentle kisses to the top of your head, whilst you catch your breath, head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.
You’re the first to break the comfortable silence, albeit keeping your head on his chest, eyes closed. “That was..” he finishes your sentence for you, “Amazing.” You nod your head, repeating his words, “Amazing.”
Klaus’ hands find your face, gently, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes so- soft, it makes your heart skip several beats. You stare right back, your own eyes just as tender, words lost somewhere in your throat. Instead, you lean up, his head meeting yours, as your lips find his in a quick, chaste kiss. Almost, shy. Experimental.
Something entirely different than any other kiss shared between the two of you.
“Stay the night?” Your voice barely a whisper, eyes finding his, when you pull back from the kiss. Wishing so he’ll agree.
Instead of answering you, he wraps his arms around your body, and suddenly, you find yourself no longer on the couch, now lying on your bed, wrapped in his embrace under the covers. His chin pressed against the top of your head, your face in his chest. You allow yourself a deep breath of his scent, his cologne. Of him. It makes you shiver, your eyes fluttering, as you snuggle closer. Your bones suddenly heavy, body melting into his. He’s warm and soft. Safe.
His lips find your hair, kissing you tenderly. “Sleep now, love. I’ll still be here tomorrow,” hesitating before he continues, “If you want me to be..” There’s something new in his voice, something your sleep-stricken brain can’t quite place. Vulnerability?
Before you doze off, you mumble into his chest, your hands tugged safely under your chin, “Never leave…”
Klaus finds himself smiling against your hair, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, so chaste, so gentle, as not to wake you up.
Listen I am so insanely normal about this rivals to lovers hockey yaoi. So incredibly normal that I wrote a self indulgent fanfic about it. Have I seen the show? No. Do I ever plan on watching the show? Not really, it’d probably just lowkey upset me that I’m not in a triad. Also this is my longest fic ever and basically my first ever smut (I wrote one before but it sucked so we don’t talk about it.) Also rivals to lovers compels me in general, cough gax cough. Also, Connor lowkey kinda looks like Ewan Mitchell, am I wrong? But yeah, I wrote this at two in the morning when I should have been sleeping, but I’m ovulating and had to get my horniness out somehow. Also not proofread because it’s 3 in the morning. Also, to all the Canadians out there, this fic is dedicated to you for your tax dollars.
Warnings: anal sex (m receiving) unprotected sex (in my mind reader has had an iud for as long as she’s dated Shane which technically classifies it as protected sex), squirting, reader enters subspace. In my mind this takes place after the award ceremony.
Shane hears a knock on the door of his hotel room. He wonders who it could be at this hour considering his girlfriend has her own keycard to let herself in with. He opens the door to be met with Roz. “Roz, what are you doing here?” Shane asks, but instead of answering him, Roz pushes himself into the hotel room and presses Shane against the wall. Shane gasps at this unexpected turn of events.
“You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me, just begging for me to stake my claim on you for. Wanting me to ruin you,” Roz asks. Before Shane can even comprehend what’s happening, Roz is attacking his neck, staking his claim while undoing the buttons of Shane’s shirt. Shane slides his shirt off with practiced smoothness completely forgetting about his girlfriend. He lets Roz undo his slacks and push his boxers down. Roz then pushes Shane onto to the bed, the bed he shares with you.
“Wait, no, we can’t, my girlfriend,” Shane protests as Roz pumps Shane’s cock.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it all figured out.”
Roz then goes to one of the bedside drawers and pulls out a bottle of lube. How he knew that was in there, Shane couldn’t understand. Roz then pours lube on his fingers before asking “Ready?”
Shane throws all his inhibitions away and nods, he blames this on the drinks he had tonight.
Roz starts by inserting just one finger, but the moan Shane lets out lets Roz know he’s enjoying it. He inserts a second finger and then a third, each thrust allowing Roz to tease Shane’s prostate. Shane lets out a pornographic moan with each brush against his prostate. He doesn’t hear the door open until you start talking. “Hey, Roz, I got your text,” you stop mid-sentence. “What is this?”
Shane immediately pulls himself off of Roz’s fingers and covers himself with his hands even though you’ve seen him naked many times before.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Shane starts while Ilya just stands back with a smirk.
“Really, because it looks like you’ve started without me,” you say as you take off your heels.
“No, Roz just burst in here with no warning and we’ve both had our fair share of drinks and,” Shane starts before actually processing your words. “Started without you?” Shane questions.
“Yeah, Roz here texted me with a proposition, a threesome with you and him, and I thought what better way to deal with your little crush.”
Shane sputters. “I don’t have a crush on Roz, you know I love you and only you.”
“Really because the hickeys on your neck seem to say otherwise. Listen, I see the way you look at him longingly, despite your best attempts, you’re not exactly subtle.”
“So what, we have this threesome for me to get out my feelings for Roz and then we go our separate ways?”
“No, this threesome will hopefully be the start of a new chapter of our relationship, one that includes Roz,” you say. “Although you’ll still have to keep it hidden, I can’t imagine if news broke about an unconventional relationship between the three of us, it could ruin both of your careers.”
“I like the thought of being a dirty little secret,” Roz interjects. Both of you look to Roz and realize he’s stripped down to his boxers. “Getting to fuck you behind closed doors sounds exhilarating. And a girlfriend with a nice pair of tits is a plus.”
Shane is dumbfounded by the proposition you’ve both made and gets brought to reality by you asking Roz to unzip your dress.
“With pleasure,” Roz responds, mouthing at your neck as he undoes your zip. The dress falls to the floor and it’s that moment that Shane realizes that you’re only wearing a pair of seamless panties underneath. Shane’s seen you like this a thousand times, he shouldn’t be so dumbstruck by your body. But with Roz’s hands palming at your tits while he continues to ravage your neck, it causes his brain to malfunction.
You let out a soft moan as Roz tweaks your nipple before saying “We shouldn’t keep the man of the hour waiting.”
Roz reluctantly stops sucking on your neck and walks over to the bed where Shane is. He removes his boxers while you remove your panties. Then it’s just you three, as naked as the day you were born. The room is slightly chilly, leaving goosebumps scattered across your skin.
Roz takes initiative and starts slathering lube on his cock to prepare it for Shane. This causes you to come to your senses and move to hover over Shane’s cock, your wetness leaking onto him. You then align his cock and sink down. Shane lets out a loud moan at your action. As soon as you’re comfortable with his length inside you, you start bouncing.
It at this moment that Roz decides Shane is prepped enough and slowly inserts himself into other man who responds with another loud moan. You time your bounces with Roz’s thrusts, causing Shanes brain to go haywire. Roz then proceeds to put his hand on your clit, rubbing it furiously. He knows he’s doing a good job by the slutty moans you let out which he swallows with a kiss. Your red lipstick rubs off on his lips, but he couldn’t give two shits because he’s having the time of his life.
With each thrust, Roz hits Shane’s prostate, causing the other man to moan loudly. “I’m close,” Shane cries out.
Roz proceeds to rub your clit even harder, knowing that you coming will send Shane over the edge. You stop your bouncing as you clench tightly around Shane, wetness burst from you as you moan. Shane follows suit, coming inside of your tight pussy like he has many times.
Before you can get yourself off of Shane’s cock, Roz lifts you up and sets you on the bed next to Shane. Roz is chasing his high while Shane clenches around him. Finally he reaches his peak, filling Shane’s ass with his seed. He stays there for a minute before removing himself. He quickly goes to the bathroom to wet a washcloth to clean the both of you up.
“You’ve never squirted for me before,” Shane says, but you’re too busy coming down from your high to respond, just snuggling closer to your boyfriend.
Ilya comes back with a damp washcloth and spreads your legs open to clean you up. The rough fabric of the washcloth catches on your clit, causing you to whine.
“I know, I know,” Roz responds softly. Shane realizes this is the softest he’s ever seen Roz, soaking it in before he comes over to Shane and cleans him off.
You make grabby arms to Roz, silently asking to snuggle as you come down from subspace. “Okay, okay,” Roz relents. He situates himself between the two of you under the covers. Both you and Shane are lulled to sleep by the beat of Ilya’s heart.
By the time Shane wakes up, Roz is gone, the only evidence he was ever here was the discarded washcloth and a note written on the hotel’s note pad with a time, date and place.
Disclaimer: Contains stalking, voyeurism, manipulation ( if you squint), Huck may be a bit ooc ( my bad), and nfsw ofc. ( Tell me if I missed anything. )
I am not a professional writer in any way, not even an amateur. Just a girl who loves scandal.
You come into work and are immediately swarmed with the new project. Olivia is going through something ( again) with Fitz while you and Quinn compile evidence to show that a Florida Governor didn’t cheat on his wife. You are constantly on your feet..but you can’t help but notice Huck staring at you. It’s just a little longer than normal, but it’s enough to make you sweat. You think back to last night and how you were moaning out his name. You make it a point to take that to the grave.
Still, during a brief break in looking for evidence, you shared a little bit about the car last night. “ The alley beside my apartment is a dead-end? It just kinda freaked me out.” You can’t help but express your worry. Since coming into this job you haven’t been directly targeted yet..but it could happen any day. Especially with your track record.
As you explain this, you see Huck listening intently. You’ve never seen him look so..concerned? You can't quite decipher the look on his face.
The day is almost over as you routinely gather your things. You stayed behind a little later to do more research on the governor. You and Quinn hit a stalemate, finding out the strict governor is in an open marriage. And..of course, you can’t tell the media that.
It’s just you and Huck when you finally start to clean up, and
decide to check on him.
“Hey, huckleberry!”
“Please don’t call me that.”
Ok, so that joke did not land. He didn’t even crack a smile, but he did look at you.
“Ok. I’m gonna head out, see you tomorrow. ”
You’re almost out the door when you hear a faint “wait”…. and you’re drawn back in. The words “ I wanna go home with you.” made your breath stop. “ I want to make sure you’re safe, that car wasn’t normal.”
You felt your breathing start again before you thanked him. You couldn’t help but consider it ... as he had that look again. You caved, and as you waited for him to finish his work..you felt electricity.
You drove in front, as he tailed you home. He followed you closely, almost like he was a professional. It made you feel safe, but in the back of your mind, you were worried. You tried to think about if your room was clean. Wait, why were you thinking that? He wouldn’t be in your room…right?
You pulled into your space and met Huck at your door. You led him to your apartment. You couldn’t help but feel his eyes on you as you opened the door and invited him in. Your apartment was very monochrome, which you hoped he wouldn’t hate. Wine on the table and throw pillows on the couch, you asked him to sit down.
You tried to keep your distance as you sat down, not knowing what to do. “You live alone?” Huck says as he looks around. You could finally read him, he looked kind of amused.
(The bright colors of your living room contrasted the work they did on the daily. He couldn’t help but find it..endearing. )
“Yeah,” you answer hesitantly. “ I like it that way, lots of personal space. I’m sure you feel the same?”
Huck makes what seems like a small smile. “Yeah, with my work, it’s easier.” As he gets a sad distant look on his face, you can’t help but wonder what’s going on in his brain.
You both sit in, albeit comfortable, silence. He stares out the window as you stare at him. This quiet leaves you pondering questions you couldn’t help but think about endlessly. Until you feel brave enough to ask.
“ What’s going on between you and Quinn?”
Huck seems to snap out of his trance and look at you. “ Nothing.” He says calmly as he scans your facial features. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you Huck, you don’t have to lie,” you say in an almost teasing way, though it tears you apart to say it.
“ She may look at me that way, but I don't see it. I’m focused on other things” he says shakily. You smile a little as you playfully ask “Like what?”
“You.”
That is what he wanted to say but it just couldn’t come out. Instead, he answered, “Work, what else ?”. You can’t help but feel a little awkward, as you try to find a way to explain the question.
“ I just thought..you two might have had something. Though I know it’s none of my business! It’s just that she does a lot of little things for you! And you talk a LOT..so..I don’t know..”
You sit awkwardly in silence as Huck just looks at you.
“Y/N…You are so naive.”
You don’t know whether to be offended or shocked at him telling you this? He’s being so..forward?
“I want to shield you from all the horrible things in this world..things I’ve seen,” he says looking down. “Quinn is nice, she’s nice to me but she doesn’t make me feel like that.”
Your mouth goes dry, you can’t speak.
“You make me feel different, like I can’t trust myself around you. Like… I can’t control myself. The small things you do, the glances you give me…the special treatment.” He looks up at you as he moves his body closer. You can feel the warmth in his touch as he reaches for your face.
You can’t move.
“ I want you. But I haven’t felt this way in a long time, and I get addicted easily. You’re my angel…and I don’t wanna dirty you with… things I can’t take back.”
His other hand rubs your thigh as you let out a shallow breath.
“But I need you, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.” He moves even closer, you can smell him. A metallic and woody scent fills your senses. His fingers move closer to your core as you take in this situation.
“Tell me to get out and I will. I’ll leave, and you’ll never have to talk to me again. I will stay out of your way. I won’t even touch you again. We won’t speak of this again..” he says, trembling and almost breathless as he takes in your figure.
“ I want you,” you say, surprising even yourself as you stare at him. “ I want all of you.”
It’s almost as if he’s been waiting for this his whole life, as he goes in for a kiss. He’s dominant, you fight for control but you can’t get it. His arms roam your body as his tongue invades your mouth. You can’t help but moan as he lifts you. Moving you from the couch to his lap effortlessly. He roughly palms your cunt, as you let out soft moans into his mouth. He really can’t control himself.
You feel overwhelmed with pleasure as you grind your hips into Huck’s hand. “ f-fuck” you moan as you feel tears welling up in your eyes. The stimulation is almost too much to handle.
“ I’m sorry. I’m going to ruin you.” Huck whispers into your ear before kissing your neck. You feel your orgasm approaching, your hips stuttering. As soon as you can almost see that blinding light, Huck yanks you off his lap. “ It can’t be over this quickly, I’ve been waiting for this too long. Get on your knees, angel.”
You’re too far gone, you immediately obey. You can’t believe the timid man you pined over could act like this. But you loved it. So you got on your knees, as he stood up, unbuttoned his jeans, and took his cock out of his boxers.
The friction of your cunt, and his pants left him completely hard. You couldn’t have imagined what you were seeing. About 7 inches, but thick. So thick you can feel your mouth getting sore already.
Huck looks down at you with..lust and adoration as he watches you start to try to take his length in your mouth. You’re struggling to keep up as his hips buck into your mouth. “ I’m sorry”, you hear Huck say above you as he latches onto your hair and pulls you forward. You’re taken aback as he thrusts into your mouth. You look up at him with tears in your eyes. His face is contorting with pleasure, looking down at you. “You’re so perfect, so perfect for me.”
You can feel yourself getting dizzy when he pulls you off. You can’t help but..miss the feeling. Miss his cock. It felt like fate, how perfectly he fit in your mouth. “ Fuck me..please,” you say more desperately than you’d like to admit. Huck takes a deep breath as he picks you up.
Next thing you know you’re thrown on your bed. You’re a little confused. “ How did you know where my room was?” Huck didn’t look phased at all, as he held your hands down. Looming over you as he littered kisses all over your body. “Lucky guess,” he said as he kissed your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your core. Your mind immediately went blank as his mouth latched onto your clit.
Just as you felt your pussy convulsing against his tongue, about to cum, he tears away from your core. You couldn’t help but whine until he slipped a finger into your cunt. Then two. Then 3..slowly stretching you out as you moaned and grinder against him.
“I’ve been waiting for this. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. Since you first said my name, I was hooked.” He said as he pulled his fingers out, sucking them dry. Relishing your taste. He positions his cock with your cunt.
“When I heard you moaning my name, I knew I wasn’t crazy. I knew you were calling out, you wanted me to. And suddenly my hand wasn’t enough. I needed to feel you.”
You can barely register what he’s saying as you feel him start to push into you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, as he stretches you out. “ I wanted to delude myself into thinking, I wanted to keep you safe..with that tracker. And you were none the wiser, my sweet angel. I sat in my car and I fisted myself to your voice..and now I have the real thing.”
You slowly register his words as your mind catches up, looking at him in disbelief. You wish you were scared, you wish you wanted to throw him out, but..it made you want him more. To know that he wanted you just as bad, maybe even more, drove you crazy. “Please Huck..please fuck me..”
You said looking up at him with Hazy eyes.
He looked at you, direct eye contact as he slammed into you, making you moan about his name. “ I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do to you..” he said before pulling out and slamming back in. The pace was blindingly fast, you didn’t know he had that much stamina. The room was filled with moans, and slapping as he wrecked your pussy. Huck bent over, pinning your arms above your head, kissing your neck, and whispering in your ear.
“ Take it, Take all of me...you were made for my cock.” He rubbed your clit as he spoke.
“ I'm addicted, and I don’t do good with addiction. So now I’m gonna ruin you for everyone else. So please just take me.”
He panted like a dog in your ear before moving to your lips and asserting control over you again.
You could feel the coil tightening again. “ please cum inside me, please!!” you felt yourself begging before you could even process what you said.
Huck looked down at you and smiled, the first time you’d ever seen him genuinely smile. “ Everyone’s gonna know you're mine. Cum is still gonna be leaking out of you tomorrow morning.” He said as he harshly slammed into you for the final time.
Suddenly you feel it, the orgasm hits as a warm liquid fills you up. Huck's hips stuttered and then to a halt as you both felt the final wave of pleasure. You feel Huck pull out as you lay there limp.
All your energy is gone, it’s been fucked away. Huck helps you to your shower as you wash up together. He helps pick out some clothes from your cute pajamas. And then puts his clothes back on, about to leave, before you invite him back to your bed. You didn’t expect so much kindness from him, it was the least you could do.
So he spent that night sleeping next to you. The big spoon to your little spoon. Of course, you’ll have to process his little confession in the morning and go back to work to face everyone. But none of that mattered right now. He had you, and you felt..safe and loved.
firm believer that eddie has to be the one that initiates buddie canon cuz as a bisexual who had a crush on his str8 best friend im scared of being labeled as predatory/taking advantage of my nice best friend that actually dont like me like that, (in buck’s head thats how eddie feels) because he is straight. That’s why buck is so adamant on telling people that eddie is straight, he cant make a move on someone that is straight which leaves out eddie being the person that has to tell buck that “hey im an option too”
recommended to be read in order, but most can be read as standalones.
just let me see them
your best friend, bucky, has done some research about makeup for you. it's imperative that you show him your boobs.
look at me forever
continuation of just let me see them.
watch me cry
request: can you write some with mob!bucky x best friend!reader where he makes her cry and they stop talking for awhile? please make it angsty!!
big mouth
you have a bad habit of running your mouth when you're tipsy. luckily, your best friend is always prepared to help you out of any trouble that big mouth of yours gets you in.
tug of war
ex!pietro wants you back, but bucky will never give you up. you're his, and his alone.
just like a fairy
the start of the most loving friendship in history.
one of mine
bucky and fairy's second meeting; a chaotic gunfight.
let it be known
bucky has tried to keep your friendship on the low, believing that's the best way to keep you safe. but he soon realizes that it's safer for you if everyone in new york knows you're with him.
talk you through it
bucky buys you a sex toy, and tells you how to use it.
how you love me
bucky's high out of his mind, and paranoid about saving you from apparent danger. taking advantage of the fact that he won't recall any of this, you reveal your true feelings to him.
priority
in your hour of need, bucky doesn't show up. what could be more important than you?
a fairy's beloved object
never steal from a fairy. the consequences could be deadly.
clingy as fuck
you overhear bucky telling sam about how clingy you are, which breaks your heart.
friends that kiss
bucky and fairy get high together.
constant
bucky gets a tattoo of your name for your birthday.
permanent marker
you get a tattoo of bucky's name.
cruel
touching bucky's fairy is suicide.
friends having fun
bucky and fairy get a little carried away after a night out.
no big deal
you want to practice giving head. who better than bucky give it to?
pickle man
when bucky tells you to end things with the guy you're seeing because he doesn't trust him, you ask him to point someone out he does trust - enter dane whitman; a seemingly innocent, gentle creature. what bucky didn't expect, however, was for dane to have you wrapped around his finger.
play pretend
in order to appease his uncle, bucky needs to prove that he's a family man. what better way to get that image across than with a loving wife? there's only one problem: bucky doesn't have a wife. he does, however, have a little fairy.
best friend
in the face of adversity, you make a tough decision. continuation of play pretend.
something blue
dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of two lives.
alternate timeline
how things would have ended if fairy chose to leave.
first night
the honeymoon.
christmas gifts
the things your husband gets you for christmas.
marital bliss
months have passed since the wedding and you're settling into your new life as the queen of new york.
respect
as bucky's new wife, you've inherited a lot - power, money, status. but there's one thing you're yet to gain: respect. and respect isn't something you can buy or marry into, it's something you earn.
forever faithful
he wouldn't. he couldn't. bucky is entirely incapable of hurting you - especially in that way. isn't he?
a man's place
bucky's having a bad day. he makes the mistake of taking it out on you.
I've been on a bit of a mob bucky kick lately, as you can see. This is def a must-read, y'all. The writing is executed beautifully and the storyline is so cute. 10/10 will read again.
Run-through: His mansion was highly secured, and yet, breaking in and trying to steal from him was rather easy for a skilled thief like yourself. Key word: trying. Of course you got caught by his men. And the mob boss was known to be ruthless, cold, merciless – the list of his villainy was endless – so you thought he’d end you the moment he laid eyes on a thief like you. However, he didn’t. Instead, he made you an unusual offer. One you couldn’t resist.
Themes: thief!reader, mentions of homelessness and parental death, slight angst, mob!bucky, dom!bucky, slight daddy kink, sex toys, age gap (reader is in her early twenties), smut, fluff, cocky!reader
a/n: more mob!bucky bc i need to write him for my mental health
“Where is he?”
You heard a deep, surprisingly calm male voice ask, followed by multiple footsteps that echoed outside this dark room which resembled a dungeon, or rather a large storage room filled with boxes.
You heard someone correct the man. “Uh, it’s a woman, sir.”
The footsteps stopped for a brief moment, then resumed. The first authoritative voice spoke up again. “She was alone?”
“Yes.”
Silence. More echoing footsteps. “I’ll handle this. Wait here.” Immediately all the other footsteps stopped and only one continued approaching.
A few seconds later, the door opened and a tall man walked in. You knew who he was, you’d broken into his home after all. Bucky Barnes. You had seen his face on the news multiple times. He was also easily recognisable because of his metal arm. He was the one most people feared around here. He was the infamous mob boss. Filthy rich, arrogant, merciless. But powerful more than anything.
He took one look at you, tied to a chair in the middle of the dimly lit room, and scoffed. The asshole scoffed.
You glared at him. “Spare me whatever dark villainous speech you have planned and just shoot me already.” You hissed, looking away from him.
He was quiet for a second. Then said, “What makes you think I have some dark villainous speech prepared?” His voice was surprisingly softer than how he sounded outside. Smooth, rich voice. The kind that felt like a caress.
You turned to look at him again, still glaring, “All you old, rich bastards are the same. You love to hear yourselves talk.”
He chuckled this time, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked in a slow circle around the chair you were currently tied to. “I’m not that old. Besides, wealthy is the right word here.” He ignored the way you scoffed at his words, and continued, “Also, a thief who hates wealthy people? Very original.”
You sarcastically chuckled this time. “See what I mean? You love to hear yourself talk.”
He stopped right behind you, where you couldn’t see him. You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t start racing immediately. Out of your sight, he could have a gun pointed at your head right now and you wouldn’t even know.
He didn’t say a word. He just stood there. Letting the anticipation build. Until you couldn’t take it anymore. Yanking on the ropes didn’t work, you tried that earlier. So you said, “At least have the decency to look me in the eyes while you kill me.”
He was quiet for a moment.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
When you gave him your name, he sighed and said, “Who said I’m gonna kill you?”
Oh?
“Well I can’t imagine you’re gonna let me walk away just like that either.” You’d been observing rich people all your life, you knew how they operated. You knew he would ask for something in return.
“No,” He said, remaining out of your sight. “No, I won’t let you walk away just like that.” He confirmed.
You laughed humorlessly. “Just so you know, I don’t have any money.”
He ignored you. “Who sent you?” He asked.
Ah, the interrogation. Again. “Your loyal guard dogs already asked me that while they were tying me down. And they used some very colourful language too,” You scoffed. “And I’ll repeat what I said to them. No one sent me. I don’t work for anyone.”
He began walking around you again, coming to a stop right in front of you this time. You looked up at him. Damn he was… kind of handsome. You couldn’t help but smirk, then failed at hiding it.
“What’s with the smirk?” He asked. You were surprised with how calm he was with this whole thing. It was unnatural.
You held his stare as you spoke, “Nothing I was just thinking about how I used to watch the news growing up and they always mentioned how much of a big bad monster you are. But there’s not even a single battle scar on your pretty face.”
He chuckled this time, shaking his head as he looked away from you for a brief moment. “Stop making me sound old. Also, the scars are everywhere but on my face.” He said, stepping closer, bending down a little so he could whisper, “And did you just call me pretty?”
Your smirk faded. Your murderous glare returned. “Fuck you.” You said quietly.
He stepped back with a proud smirk on his face. “How did you get in here? With no help? I’m finding that hard to believe.”
The smirk came back. “You’re doubting my amazing thieving skills? I spent years perfecting them mind you.”
He sighed. “Years? You look twenty-five at most, have you been stealing shit since you were a kid?”
You shrugged, or tried to, “Gotta do what you gotta do to survive. Dead parents, grew up with shitty relatives, ran away from there, been a thief ever since.” You summarised your life in that self-deprecating way you always did.
He didn’t laugh, or chuckle. He just stared at you with an expression you couldn’t read. “Where do you even live?”
You gave him a sassy smile, “I’m a thief, I break into somewhere new each night. You’d be surprised at how many vacant apartments with comfy beds there are in this area.”
Again, he gave you that same poker face. Handsome poker face. “And you broke into my house tonight for what? To sleep?”
“House?” You gasped dramatically. “This is a damn castle. Though the décor is a little too dark, then again it suits you, you know? Nice gardens, by the way.”
He sighed again, like he was dealing with a difficult child. “Why did you come here? And how? How did you get past my guys?”
You took a deep breath and began explaining, “Number one, I came here to steal whatever expensive things I could find. Though you do have very nice comfy beds but I never,” You put more emphasis, “ever, sleep in a house when the owner is home.”
“Charming.” He commented.
You continued explaining.
“And as for how, well I spent the last few days hiding and watching. You have thick bushes out near the entrance of your castle. I stayed there, observed and learnt your security guards’ schedule, and found out that the multiple cameras around your property also rotate. I figured out that I had exactly a fourteen-second window to get past the gates. I found a chance and took it. Picking the locks was easy. But then your people just had to catch me while I was halfway through stealing that lovely painting from your lovely library.” You finished with a smile so sweet it had him sighing again. “And now here we are.”
He mumbled something under his breath about god saving him, then he walked to the door and opened it. He called out a name and someone came running. A young man with a sweet face, looking younger than you even, walked into the room.
“Peter, I need you to make all necessary arrangements.” Bucky pointed in your direction and said, “She’ll be staying with us. Looks like we have a new member.”
You ignored Peter’s very confused look, and hissed at Bucky. “What? I didn’t agree to this!”
Bucky turned to face you with a serious look on his face. “You have no job, no income, and no place to live. I’m offering you all three and you are not in a position to refuse me.” He continued over your attempt at cutting him off. “You have skills I could use. From now on, you work for me.” He paused. “Agreed, little thief?”
You glared at him. Damn. A job, a salary, and a roof over your head? The bastard knew you couldn’t refuse. You had to be smart here. He could’ve killed you, but he didn’t. Instead he made you this almost irresistible offer. This could only mean that…
“You really need me for something, don’t you?” You asked, suddenly sounding cocky.
He clenched his jaw. And that was confirmation enough. “We’ll talk business later.”
You laughed in his face. “Alright, alright, don’t get too excited. But if I’m working for you, I have some conditions and requests.”
He blinked. The Peter guy was so quiet and still you almost forgot he was in the room. “What makes you think you’re in a position to have conditions, or make requests? I could’ve killed you the moment I saw you, you know that?” That cold voice of his would’ve sent shivers down anyone else’s back.
“But you didn’t because you need me.” You argued with a sly smirk. “Now, here’s everything I need,” You turned to Peter and began listing, “A nice room, preferably the guest bedroom at the end of the right wing.” You winked at Bucky and said, “I checked it out earlier and it has the best view.” You turned to Peter and continued, “I also want a whole new, complete wardrobe, with bags and shoes and everything.” You looked at Bucky and said, “Can I also have a car and a chauffeur?”
He frowned. “No.”
“What if I need to move around? Run errands, go get my nails done and all?” You fake pouted.
“I said no.”
You rolled your eyes, “Fine, can I have a pet horse?”
Bucky sighed, “No.”
“A puppy then?”
“What are you, a child?” He questioned.
You smirked, “I mean you’re probably old enough to be my father.” You teased him and tried again, “Can I please have a puppy, daddy?” You knew the way you said it sounded far away from innocent.
Bucky walked over to you so fast your brain barely registered it. He grabbed you by the back of your neck and stared deep into your eyes. “If that’s the case then daddy can also put you over his lap if you keep being a brat, and spank your little butt raw until you either cry or come, or both. Is that what you want, little thief?”
You were breathless as you whispered, “No.” That wasn’t entirely true, and damn it, you both knew it in that moment.
Bucky smirked. “Good girl.” He whispered. Then stepped away and turned to Peter and said, “Untie her and get her whatever she wants.” He looked at you as he said, “No cars, horses, or dogs.”
Then he left the room. Leaving you speechless, and very much wet.
—
Peter, you learnt, was one of Bucky’s assistants. Whatever Bucky asked him to do, he did. That included sending a group of mean looking men out to shop for all that you had written down on your ‘Requirements’ list.
He showed you to your requested room and promised your stuff will be here before the end of the day. And sure enough, by the time the sunset everything you had asked for was brought to you.
You squealed when you entered the closet, excited to put away all your new things. Clothes, accessories, bags, shoes, toiletries, makeup, skin care products, and more.
Peter came by again in the evening, bringing you dinner and said, “Boss said he’d see you in his office tomorrow morning at eight. Don’t be late, please. He hates it when people aren’t punctual.”
You’d be lying if you said the mention of Bucky didn’t immediately remind you of what he said earlier about you being on his lap and… ugh. Damn him.
For the first time in a long time, you went to bed with a full belly that night. And you squealed again when you got in the comfy bed, freshly showered and moisturised. As you drifted off to sleep, feeling weirdly warm and safe, you forgot all about your meeting with Bucky the next morning, and how you needed to be up early for it.
—
Bucky couldn’t sleep that night. So much had happened in such a short time. One moment he was having a quiet, calm day of golfing with Sam, and the next he got a phone call from his security guys that his mansion had been broken into.
He went from spending a rare day off with his best friend, to having a sassy, drop dead gorgeous thief in his guest room. He sighed, sipping on his whiskey, holding the phone to his ear as he looked out of his bedroom window.
“Oh, I know that sigh of defeat.” Sam laughed through the phone. “Is she really that pretty that you couldn’t even use your brain?”
Bucky rolled his eyes. And here he thought calling Sam to complain about everything was a good idea. Of course the latter would only make fun of him. In fact, he thought, maybe Sam would team up with you and you two would make fun of him together.
“Shut up, Sam. I’m serious.” Bucky sighed again, “She pisses me off but at the same time… I don’t know. This girl has been living like a fugitive since she was a kid. I looked up the relatives she ran from, her uncle and aunt, and honestly, anyone would run from them. God knows what kind of messed up shit she’s witnessed and been through her whole life.”
Sam was quiet, listening.
Bucky continued. “You know the bushes near the entrance? She hid there for days. Days, Sam! Through the rain, and cold nights all just so she could study the guards’ movements. She probably didn’t eat that whole time. Who knows when’s the last time she had a warm meal? She’s so resilient. And strong. But so sassy, and the way she runs that mouth it makes you want to-,”
Bucky exhaled, exasperated. And continued.
“She has that look in her eyes, you know?” Bucky thought back to earlier when he first saw you. “Life hasn’t been kind to her. She has really sad eyes. Like she was forced to grow up and take care of herself. I couldn’t…” Bucky trailed off, “I couldn’t just let her go back to living like that. Go ahead, make fun of me for it.” He sighed. “She’s gonna be really useful to me.” He stated. “You remember last year? When I was ambushed by Roger’s men? Something of mine was stolen then, and I’m gonna get it back using her.” Bucky already had a plan made. “I needed a skilled thief anyway. I mean she managed to break into my house, that means she actually is really good. She could even lead some of my guys when they go-” Bucky stopped talking and asked, “Are you even listening?”
Sam chuckled, “I am, I am. It’s just rare to see you admire someone like this. Who knew big bad Bucky could be so soft? You better let me win next time we’re golfing, otherwise I’m telling everyone that you have a crush on the thief.”
Bucky groaned, “What is this? What are we, children? I do not like her like that, alright? I’m about a decade and a half older than her. And she won’t stop reminding me of it.”
Sam laughed again. “Oh I like her already. Anyway, have fun with your crush and tell me how it goes.”
“Goodbye, you asshole.” Bucky ended the call and shook his head at the thought of what Sam said. A crush? On a thief? No way.
As he made his way to his study room, Bucky couldn’t help but pause outside the guest room in which you slept. He could hear soft snores coming from within. Something in him felt satisfied that you were able to sleep soundly here, not having to find vacant places to break into. He wanted to keep it that way.
Why? He didn’t know. Whatever it was, Sam was wrong.
As he sat at his desk in his study room, Bucky tried to get work done but he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Something about you was different. Bucky never trusted people this easily, let alone allow them into his home.
That reminded him of something… Bucky found the list that Peter had left on his desk. The list of Requirements, as you called it. And as he read all the things his men had to go out and buy earlier, Bucky couldn’t help but laugh. He hadn’t laughed like this in a long time.
Oh this could be fun. Bucky couldn’t wait for your meeting the next morning. At eight sharp.
—
When you woke up, the sun was in your face. But you hadn’t felt so warm and comfy in a long, long time so you relished the feeling. You let out a yawn, opening your eyes slowly. And you found yourself looking right at a rather pissed off Bucky standing at the end of the four-poster bed, with his hands in his pockets.
All black suit, perfect hair, and those blue eyes…
“Oh hi,” You said, taking your sweet time as you sat up in bed. “Good morning.”
“It’s two in the afternoon.” Bucky hissed. “Who sleeps in for that long? You and I had a meeting at eight this morning. I was waiting.”
You yawned again. “I’m sorry, this bed is really, really comfy.” You said, as if that was a decent excuse. “Maybe you shouldn’t have put such nice beds in your guest rooms if you didn’t want your guests to sleep in.”
Bucky closed his eyes for a moment, looking like he was trying very hard to contain his annoyance. “You are not a guest. You work for me. So when I tell you to meet me in my office at eight, I want you there.”
You smirked, peeling off the covers and slowly crawling over to the end of the bed where he stood. You knelt on the bed right in front of him, “Oh? You want me?” You teased, knowing he would snap at any moment now.
You remained kneeling on the bed as his metal hand reached out and wrapped around your throat, squeezing just a little. The smirk on your face stayed in place this time, only pissing him off even more. “Watch your mouth, little thief.” He said.
“Or what? You’ll spank me till I… what was it you said?” You repeated his words from the day before, “Till I cry, or come. Or both?” He remained quiet. His hand tightened around your throat, choking you a little bit more. You couldn’t help but whisper, “Jokes on you, I’m into this shit.”
Bucky let go of you immediately. You laughed in his face as he shook his head and shoved his hand in his pocket again.
“Get out of bed and get ready. Meet me in my office in half an hour.” He ordered and turned to leave.
“But I’m hungry,” You said right before he could walk out of the door. “You can’t treat your guests like this, you have to feed me.”
Bucky refrained from groaning. “Fine,” He said, turning to look at you over his shoulder. His broad shoulder. “I’ll have someone bring up some food for you. Now hurry up, don’t be fucking late again.” He barked.
—
Bucky was embarrassed to admit to himself that his hands were shaking as he left your bedroom and walked to his study room. Fuck, less than twenty-four hours and you already had such a bizarre effect on him.
Bucky shut the door behind him, and closed his eyes to find some kind of composure. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The sight of you in those black satin shorts and that tight, excuse of a top… fuck. The sight of you so comfortable in bed had messed him up so much he’d gripped you by the throat like an animal.
He was grateful you didn’t seem to notice the hardness in his pants. He needed to get a grip. How the hell was he supposed to boss you around if this is what a brief interaction was doing to him.
He sat at his desk and waited. And about twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. It was one of the housekeepers with a tray of breakfast food. Bucky waited some more and after a short while, there was another knock at his door. Before he could even open his mouth to say something, you walked in.
Bucky’s heart skipped a beat. Just who allowed you to look this good? You were glowing after a good night of sleep. You looked incredible in your little sundress. Bucky watched as you took a seat on the other side of his desk before he even asked you to. The smell of your body wash and perfume drifted over to him, and he was almost salivating.
He kept watching as you moaned in delight when you took your first sip of coffee, then your first bite of warm croissant.
“Glad to see you’re enjoying your breakfast at,” He checked his watch, “almost three in the afternoon,” He spoke, finally. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to discuss your position here in my house and as my employee.”
You scoffed through a mouthful of some kind of pastry. You swallowed it with a sip of coffee and said, “So formal, my god. Just tell me where to go, what to steal and I’ll do it, no need to be so poetic about it.”
Bucky sighed. “I don’t need you to steal anything at the moment. There is something, but the time isn’t right. I will let you know when it is. But as of now, I have other plans for you.”
You frowned at him as you finished your breakfast. “Okay… I’ll do them under one condition.”
“Enough with your conditions.” Bucky hissed.
Despite his warning, you continued, “There’s this old, abandoned apartment complex,” You said, grabbing a pen and a sheet of paper from his desk like it was your own, scribbling something down, “I have some stuff hidden in there that I need. Not much, just two boxes. I know you won’t let me go but could you have someone go get it for me, please?”
Bucky looked down at the address and apartment number written on the paper. “What stuff?” He asked.
“Just stuff I’ve stolen over the years.”
He scoffed, “But you have everything you need here.”
You nodded, “Some of the things are… priceless.”
Bucky nodded. “Fine. I’ll have someone go get it. Now, about your role here. You’re gonna start training with the guys tomorrow.”
You frowned, “I’m a thief, I don’t need exercise.” You argued.
“No,” He said, calmly as he leaned back into his chair. “But you need to learn how to fight, how to use a gun, a knife, self defence, how to be part of a team and all that.”
Okay. Things got very real. You stayed quiet and nodded.
“Can you drive?”
You shook your head.
“I’ll have someone teach you.”
You shrugged. “So, no stealing for now. Only training like I’m going to battle. Anything else?” You asked.
“Yes, actually.”
–
About an hour later, you stood in the middle of what Bucky called your new workstation. You looked around the spacious room, impressed. It looked a lot like a lab, with every equipment a thief could ever need, even some new tech that you yourself weren’t familiar with. Weapons, trinkets, everything.
“So you want me to teach your guys how to steal using this stuff.”
“I want you to teach them necessary skills.” Bucky corrected. “Strategies. How to be observant. How to pick locks, how to be discreet, how to be invisible and hide for days, how to use a narrow, fourteen-second window to infiltrate a secure place. Whatever else you can teach. Minus the stealing.”
You smirked, leaning against your new desk. “So you like what I do, huh?”
Bucky ignored that. “Don’t cause any trouble.” He said. “I’m paying you to do a good job here.”
You looked around again, not able to fight the genuine smile that formed on your face. “It’s like paying a kid to be at the playground.” You smirked, looking at him with determination in your eyes, and some mischief. “I’m gonna have so much fun here with my new friends.”
“Do not hurt my guys, I need them.”
—
The next couple of weeks went by rather quickly. You woke up each day, excited for a change. No more having to be constantly on the run, no more having to steal for food, clothes, or find shelter. You had more time to live now, not just survive.
Plus you had the lab. It was your favourite place ever. Surrounded by gadgets and tech you didn’t know could exist, weapons that you were starting to get the hang of, and Bucky’s guys that you used as if they were your test subjects – you actually had fun each day.
The dynamic between you and Bucky changed too. And it all started the day after he first showed you your new lab…
“My guys have your stuff from the old apartment. It’s in my office, come get it.” He spoke through the phone – your new phone – ordering you to come collect your stuff.
You almost ran out of your room and to his office. When you got there, the two boxes were placed nicely on one side of his desk. A cardboard one, and the other one was a medium sized metal code-lock box. He stood behind the desk, watching you.
“As requested,” He pointed at the two boxes, “Your stuff.” He paused, then said, “Open them.”
You froze. “Uh, what?”
Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets. “If I’m gonna allow you to keep your stolen goods in my house, I should know what they are. Now come on, open the boxes. I need to check them.”
You walked into the room, shutting the door behind you. As you approached the desk, you tried to find a way out of this. “You don’t need to. They’re nothing. Just things I’ve collected over the years.”
Bucky gave you the usual, handsome poker face. “Would you like me to open them?”
“No,” You said quickly. You rushed to the cardboard box, opening it to let him see the contents. “See? Just books I’ve stolen from everywhere.” You explained as he looked inside the large box filled with old and new books.
“Now the other one.” He said, eyeing the metal box.
“That one has… um, personal things.” You said. “You don’t need to see all that.”
Bucky walked around the desk, stopping only when he was inches away from you. He leaned a little close to your ear and whispered, “I have received bills of all the things you made my guys buy recently. Some of the bills explicitly listed each and every piece of lingerie and underwear you ordered, including a certain little red thong you’re possibly wearing right now.” He said, making you shiver. “And now you wanna talk about boundaries?”
You pulled away to look at him, seeing the proud triumph in his eyes. “Fine.” You refused to let him win this one. You reached for the box, unlocked it, opened the lid and waited. Bucky was quiet. Too quiet. “Say something.” You whispered, “This is very awkward.”
Finally he did.
“Get on the desk.” He said. You froze again and seeing that you weren’t moving he leaned in to whisper into your ear, “I said, get on the desk. If I’m gonna allow you to keep all of these toys, then I better test their… effectiveness as well.”
You avoided his eyes, focusing on the top buttons of his shirt as you asked, “What kind of rule is that?”
“My kind.” He replied. “Now get on the desk. Legs up and spread them so I can see exactly what I have to deal with.”
Fuck.
You sat up on the desk, feeling just a little coy as you lifted your legs up and placed them on the edge of the desk, spreading your knees as far as they would go so he could look at you down there.
Bucky scoffed. “See? There’s that red thong.” He pulled his metal hand out of his pocket, placing it on your inner thigh, slowly inching upwards. His cold fingers lazily teased your clit, then slid down to inspect your wet folds. He pulled the thong to the side and mindlessly dragged a metal finger up and down your slit, making you shiver and moan as he touched you.
You let out a quiet whimper which made him groan.
You looked down in between your thighs, his hand teasing you like it was the most casual thing. You sheepishly looked up and into his piercing, icy blue eyes that were already staring at you. You couldn’t look away.
“Which one’s your favourite?” He asked. And it took you a little while to realise that he was referring to the pile of sex toys in the metal box.
“The, uh… the vibrator.” You answered. Your face got all hot but you refused to seem embarrassed.
Bucky smirked, pulling his hand away to reach for the vibrator. Light pink wand with a bulbous head. Bucky looked at it, then at you. He looked down at your wet folds and spat before turning the wand on and pressing it right on your clit. His spit helped the toy to move around better as he circled your clit with it, before moving it up and down your slit.
You couldn’t help but moan and gasp as you felt the familiar pressure forming in between your legs, and you involuntarily bucked your hips against the vibrator, trying desperately to chase your orgasm. Of course Bucky noticed, and he scoffed as he lifted the vibrator off you, denying you your release.
“No,” You whined, closing your eyes and tilting your head back, “Please…” You begged.
“Look at me,” he said, softly. You looked back at him as his other hand wrapped around your throat. Bucky leaned in enough so that his lips brushed against yours when he spoke. “You will come when I allow it, you hear me?
You nodded immediately.
“Good girl.” He said as he placed the vibrator back against your core. You felt the vibrations all over your body, as you stared into his icy blue eyes. He moved the toy around a little more before lifting it off you again, turning it off this time. “You can take your books and go now, this box stays with me.”
He put the vibrator back safely, shutting the box.
You closed your legs, hopping off of his desk. “What do you mean it stays with you? You can’t just… just steal my toys!” You frowned at him, pissed.
Bucky gave you an annoying smirk. “Yes I can. Now whenever you need a toy, you can come ask for it. If I feel like it, I’ll let you have it.”
Bastard.
You left his office angrily that afternoon. And vowed never to beg for any of the toys in that box. Let him have it. Screw him, right?
Wrong.
You couldn’t sleep that night. Your fingers didn’t relieve you as much as the vibrator would have. And that’s how you found yourself swallowing your pride and knocking on his office door. The lights were on so you figured he’d still be in there.
“Come in.” He said and you could already hear the smirk in his voice.
You opened the door, walked in and shut it behind you. “I need it.” You said, looking at him as he lounged on the couch near his desk.
“Need what?” He asked, acting oblivious as he placed his drink down and pretended to be confused.
You rolled your eyes at him. “The vibrator. Please.”
He leaned back on the couch, with a playful smirk on his face. “Oh I put it in the trash. I put all of them in the trash.”
You blinked. It took a moment for the anger to surface. You took a step towards the couch. “Do you know what I had to do in order to rob that sex store? I had to fight the guy who was closing up for the day. With a baseball bat! And you know the worst part? He was one of my ex flings!”
Bucky let out a chuckle.
“Don’t just sit there and laugh! What am I supposed to do now?”
He gave you a mischievous look and said, “Come here.”
You crossed your arms over your chest and stood there in the middle of his office. “No.”
“Keep being a brat and I will drag you here by your hair if I have to.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Try me.” And those words had you moving towards him at once.
You reached the couch where he was sitting and stood in front of him. “Now what?”
“Get on my lap.”
You rolled your eyes, refusing to show how his words and tone made you want to drop to your knees and take him in your mouth instead. “You’re such a disgusting, old, pervert who just wants to-,”
He cut you off by pulling you into his lap and grabbing you by the throat. His metal hand squeezed your throat just enough to make you whimper. “What did I say about you and your smart mouth? Hmm?” Then he scoffed and said, “Right, I forgot you’re into this shit.” He squeezed your throat a little more. “If I reached down there, would I find that you’re completely wet and ready for me?”
You whimpered again, instinctively grinding on his lap. He chuckled, shaking his head.
“Look at you,” He murmured. “You won’t need your toys now,” He said, “If you need to come, you ask for my cock. Understood?”
You nodded immediately.
He smirked. “Now, will you be a good girl and fuck yourself on daddy’s cock or what?”
You whined, nodding, “Please…”
Bucky couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss then. All your whimpering was too much for him to handle and he couldn’t take it anymore.
You kissed him back, allowing him to almost tear your PJs off of your body. You only pulled away from the kiss to say, “We need a condom. I’m not on birth control.”
Bucky nodded, reaching to pull a condom out of his pocket. “Remind me about the birth control thing tomorrow.”
You watched as he undid his trousers and put the condom on. The moment it was on, Bucky pulled you in for a kiss again. He helped you as you lifted up and then slowly lowered yourself down on his hard cock.
You couldn’t look away as he held your stare. You both gasped and moaned as you finally sank down on him. Your body resisted just a little to fit him inside at first. Bucky felt it too, and an arrogant smirk formed on his face as he grabbed your hips in place and gently thrust his hips up, filling you up.
You moaned out loud as he did. “Fuck, you feel good, little thief.” He whispered.
Once he was buried deep inside you, you leaned in to kiss him again while lifting your lower body just the slightest, before sliding back down on his cock, you whimpered as he groaned, filling you up and being all snug inside of you.
“Oh fuck,” He swore again, “You feel so tight around daddy’s cock.”
The tip of his cock reached places you never knew existed. You whimpered, whining in pleasure as you took a good look at the man beneath you. He oozed power, manspreading on the couch with you on his cock.
You moved faster then, impaling yourself down on his cock each time. You whimpered shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely each time, feeling him reach deeper into you with each thrust. His hand slipped between the two of you and found your clit, he rubbed it lazily. Grunting and moaning under his breath as you sped up even more, riding his cock and making him lose his damned mind.
“You have such a perfect little cunt…” He said, “It’s all mine now.”
You were whimpering and whining yourself as you took more and more of him. But you couldn’t help but tease him, “And here I thought mixing business with pleasure was a bad thing.”
Bucky playfully slapped your thigh. “I make the rules here. From now on, mixing business with pleasure is a very good idea.”
You leaned down to kiss him, biting down and tugging at his bottom lip while you sped up, and his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up. “Fuck,” You whined.
His hand circled around your waist and he pulled your warm body closer to his. He was still very much clothed, except for his cock being out and buried inside you. Meanwhile your PJs were on the floor, leaving you completely naked on his lap. Something about that contrast made it even hotter.
“Beg.” He said, “I want to hear you beg me to let you come.”
You bounced on his cock moaning and whining, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his blue eyes.
“Please daddy,” You whimpered, “Please, can I come?”
Bucky held you at your waist and rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. “Hold on, just a little,” He panted against your cheek, kissing the side of your face and gripping your jaw with his hand. “Just a little,” He whispered, “Wait for me.”
“Please… I can’t,” You didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, and he kept thrusting his hips up into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came, hard, feeling your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone. You panted and leaned forward, pushing your face into his neck to catch your breath.
Bucky came right after you, his warm load spilling inside of you, filling you up as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to him.
“I’m sorry,” You said as you caught your breath. “I’ll wait next time.”
Bucky laughed. “It’s alright. You were still such a good girl for daddy.” He murmured.
—
That night changed everything.
Ever since, each time you annoyed Bucky he would just fuck you against the nearest surface. Safe to say you began to annoy him even more.
But he could also be kind sometimes. For instance this one time when he found you in the library:
You were lounging on a sofa, reading when he walked in silently.
“Winter’s tale?” He surprised you with both his literary knowledge and presence.
You peaked at him from behind your book and said, “Leontes is such a cunt. Quite like you sometimes.”
Bucky ended up fucking you right there on the sofa. And then promised to get you your own bookshelf in the library because he didn’t like the way you stuffed your books among his on the current shelves. It’s messy and immature, he said. Grown ups don’t keep their books like this, he said.
Bucky could also be so confusing at times. Like how he would always treat you like the thing between the two of you was just a casual fling. But then he would get jealous whenever he saw you getting too close to any one of his guys while you trained with them.
“I will be overseeing your training from now on. No need to join the guys in the morning.” He said out of nowhere when you joined him for dinner in the dining room one night.
“Why?” You asked.
“Because you distract them too much with your shenanigans. Constant flirting, walking around in your little workout outfits, all that needs to stop.” He spoke, avoiding your eyes.
You smirked. “So we’re gonna be early morning workout buddies from now on?”
He sighed, “Don’t make me regret this.”
You chuckled, “Oh you will regret this.”
He did. But in the best ways. So each morning workout either started or ended with a nice fuck sesh.
—
You were at your workstation one morning when Bucky walked in with a serious look on his face.
You’d just seen him a couple of hours ago for your ‘workout’ so you wondered why he was back. Usually he left you alone for most of the day, only finding his way back to your bed late at night. So this was unusual.
“What’s going on? Why do you look like you want to murder someone?” You asked as he stood right in front of you with an earpiece in hand.
“Put this on.” He said.
You did as he asked. And waited.
Bucky grabbed his phone, walking to one of the nearest screens and a few taps later, you were looking at the live feed of some kind of body cam.
“What’s this?” You asked. Just then, you began hearing muffled voices coming from the earpiece.
Bucky turned to you. “My guys are… retrieving something of mine from a secret location. I need you to guide them.”
Your eyes widened. “Wait, is this it? Is this the thing you needed me for?”
Bucky’s face gave away nothing. “Just do as you’re told.”
You nodded, quickly looking back at the screen. “Who’s leading them?” You asked.
Someone’s muffled voice replied from the earpiece. “Thor is.”
You nodded, looking at the screen. “Right. How could I miss those biceps that are bigger than my head?” You said.
Bucky smacked you on the butt and said, “Focus.”
“I am, I am. I got this.”
Anf for the next few minutes, you led the men through whatever maze of a building they were in. You found the location within seconds and managed to have a blueprint of the place. You warned them of the cameras, told them when to move and when not to. You instructed Thor how to pick an ancient looking lock that led them into an even bigger maze. But you did everything right, used the right strategies, the right tricks up your sleeves, and you managed to get the guys out of there safely, with the mystery package they stole.
Once they were out in the clear and confirmed that they were on their way home, you turned to Bucky and asked, “How did I do?” You waited eagerly for his response.
Bucky just smirked and said, “Good. You passed the test.”
Your smile faded fast. “What? What test?”
Bucky explained, “The guys weren’t actually out stealing shit. I just wanted to see how you would do in a situation like that. And you did great. Congratulations, little thief.”
He turned to walk away but you called out. “You know, I deserve a nice gift for being so amazing.”
“Do you now?” He asked, not turning around.
“Yes, I want a dog!”
Bucky paused at the door. “No.” He said and left.
“Please, daddy…” You pouted.
“No.”
Oh well, it was worth a try.
—
The next morning, you woke up and got ready for yet another day of annoying Bucky. However, when you stepped out of your bedroom door, you noticed something outside your door.
It was a basket. And inside it slept two puppies, two of the fluffiest little balls of fur you’d ever seen. Once the shock passed, you began tearing up immediately.
You picked up the basket as slowly as you could and made your way to Bucky’s bedroom. You walked in without knocking. And there he was, standing in the middle of the room, getting ready for the day, buttoning his black shirt, casually looking like a god. Once he saw you, his playful smirk showed itself.
“So, how do you like-,” He stopped talking the moment the first tear fell down your cheek. His smirk disappeared. “What is it?” He asked.
You carefully placed the basket down, the puppies inside it sleeping soundly. Then you rushed to Bucky, wrapping your arms around him tightly.
Bucky hugged you back instantly, though confused concerning your reaction. Out of all things, he didn’t expect this. “Hey, what’s going on?” He asked, softly.
You sniffled, hiding your face in his chest. “I was thirteen when I ran from my uncle and aunt’s house.” You said, voice muffled. “And they had dogs so I grew up with them. But when I took off to be on my own, I couldn’t have a dog because I could barely take care of myself.” You sniffled again. “And it’s hard being without animals when you grew up around them, you know?” You let more tears wet his shirt. “Thank you,” You said, finally.
Bucky held you as your shoulders shook with your sobs. He placed a gentle kiss on your temple and whispered, “Oh baby, I’ve got you now.”
You pulled away to look at him, both of you ignoring the patch of wetness your tears left on his grey shirt. “You got me two puppies.”
Bucky smiled down at you. “You deserve it.”
You sniffled, “You’re being nice, what do you want?”
“Nothing,” He rolled his eyes, “Now get out of here.”
You stayed put. “I can’t. I have to make it even.”
“Yeah?” Bucky raised an eyebrow at you. “How?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know, let me suck your-,”
He cut you off by pulling you closer, a hand wrapped around your throat already. “You are very tempting right now, in your little red dress. And if you don’t want want me to tear it off right this instant, I’d suggest you-,”
You cut him off this time, “Who said I don’t want you to tear it off?” You asked with a smirk.
Bucky sighed before pushing you down on his bed. “I’ve got a busy day ahead.” He said, looking down at you as he hovered above you, “But you don’t care about that, do you?”
You giggled, shaking your head. “Not one bit.” You said, running your hands over his chest and his strong shoulders.
He smirked, giving in. He leaned in for a brief kiss while he pulled your dress up and placed both his hands on either one of your knees and separated your legs, settling in between them.
Your heart raced in anticipation. His hand slowly dragged your thin underwear down your legs and threw it around somewhere behind him as he inched his face closer to your already dripping core.
“Such a fucking brat.” He mumbled and brushed his soft lips along your inner thighs, making you giggle and moan quietly under your breath.
“Shut up, admit it. You’re obsessed with me.” You sassed, then moaned out loud when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your clit. You felt a familiar rush in your veins. Fuck he was addicting.
Your hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, tugging on it as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit, earning more moans out of you as your back arched off the bed. His bed, you realised. This was the first time you two were fooling around in his room.
Only now did you realise how it smelt like him. Dark, male, addicting. But most of all, dangerous. Fuck, just his scent made your head all foggy in lust.
Bucky had you squirming, moaning, a complete mess under him in no time. “I love seeing you like this,” He said, kissing your inner thighs, “Too busy moaning for me to run that smart mouth.”
You couldn’t answer as your legs trembled around his head, he locked his arms around your thighs and pushed his tongue deeper into you, making you cry out of pleasure.
“See what I mean?” He chuckled, “I bet you want to say something sassy so bad right now, but you can’t.” He playfully bit you before sucking on your clit. “Daddy’s tongue has you all tongue-tied, huh princess?”
You cried out. “Please… please daddy,” You whined.
With a proud smirk, a look of determination in his pretty blue eyes, and a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you gushing out all over his tongue, lapping up all that you gave him. While you moaned and squirmed on his bed as he sucked on your sensitive clit until you calmed down.
You kept your eyes shut as you caught your breath, feeling him leave small kisses all over your thighs.
When you opened your eyes again, his face was right above yours. His devious blue eyes looking down into your wide open ones. You were certain all he saw in your eyes was hunger. For him.
“I want you,” You whispered, sliding your hands into his hair. “Now.” You demanded.
“Brat.” He hissed when you tugged on his hair.
You smiled. “Pretty sure it’s princess.” You teased.
“A bratty fucking princess then.” He didn’t give you a chance to sass back as he leaned in for a deep kiss, holding himself up with one hand as he quickly undid his trousers. You helped, pulling his cock out and stroking it. Bucky moaned into the kiss as you did, and the sound of it sent shivers down your back.
You gasped, and whined into the kiss as he carefully slid into you, filling you up entirely, inch by inch. Stretching you out deliciously like he did all the time. Bucky wasted no time, he pulled out and pushed back into you, making you moan into the kiss each time until the makeout turned lazy and messy, filled with gasps and moans.
You noticed he wasn’t being as ravenous as usual. He was… trying to be gentle with you.
Indeed he was. Your heart skipped a beat when Bucky laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head as he sped up just a little into you. He was groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly, and you were unable to focus on anything other than him.
His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d moan his name out loud.
“That’s it, princess.” He whispered against your open mouth, “Tell me who’s making you feel this good. Who’s fucking you, huh?”
You kept whimpering his name over and over again as he fucked you nice and slow, kissing his way down your face, from your collar bones to down your chest. And you cried out when he took a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
You opened your eyes as he pulled away to look down at you, his lips soft and pink and parted as he breathed rapidly, fucking into you a bit faster.
Something shifted in that moment, you weren’t sure what. But something changed.
His brows furrowed as he tried so hard to hold back and make you come before he did. “Fuck,” He swore. “Come for me.” He smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Come for daddy, princess.”
You felt the pressure building in between your hips as he sped up even more, his metal hand reached down and grabbed your hip gently, keeping you in place as he sped up into you. Your bodies moved perfectly against each other.
Bucky pushed his face into you and nuzzled your neck as he growled in pleasure. With a few more strokes of his cock, you came undone, moaning and whimpering under him, grinding against him hungrily while he came right after, filling you up again.
He stayed there, limp on top of you for a brief moment, before he slid off of you and laid down beside you. He caught his breath while you blinked rapidly, trying to calm your racing heart and figure out what the hell just happened.
Before the awkward silence settled in completely, you got up on shaky legs and fixed your dress. “Well, this has been fun. I gotta go feed my new kids now. See you later.” You grabbed the puppy basket and almost ran out of his bedroom.
As you shut the door, you heard him laughing to himself. A boyish, carefree laugh that made you smile.
—
With your new dogs, training, your lab, more training, days flew by.
Whatever Bucky had planned, whatever big heist you were supposed to carry out, you knew it was coming soon.
You often wondered what would happen once you successfully stole whatever he intended for you to steal. You didn’t even know what it was yet. Must be something precious either way, if all this planning went into it. But what after that? Would you no longer work for Bucky then?
Would this… whatever it was between the two of you that both of you absolutely refused to acknowledge – no matter how much Sam teased you both for it – would it all end?
You were lost in thoughts of all this when you found yourself mindlessly making your way to Bucky’s office one evening. Your two dogs, loyally in tow.
You found Bucky in an equally sour mood as you, sulking at his desk with a drink.
You shut the door behind you, leaving the dogs outside as you made your way to Bucky. He looked up at you and silently patted his lap. You made yourself comfortable on his thighs, an arm around his neck as you leaned in and nuzzled his cheek. His stubble rough against your nose and cheek.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, “What has you looking like an evil god plotting the end of mere mortals who are standing in the way of you dominating the world?”
He chuckled at that. “You are so annoying you should be grateful at least you’re pretty to look at.” He mumbled, taking a sip of whatever was in his glass. You assumed it was whiskey.
You couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips. But then you noticed that distant look in his eyes. Unfortunately, you were very good at reading people. You leaned in and kissed his cheek softly.
“What is it?”
He let out a sigh. “You never ask me what I’m keeping you around for.”
You shrugged. “You said you’d tell me when it’d be the right time. I’m just waiting, I guess. You told me about Rogers and his men and how they stole something from you. The details aren’t necessary, whatever it is, I’ll get it back. I promise.”
Bucky placed his glass down and turned to look at you. His metal arm held you securely on his lap. “It’s my mother’s ring.” He said. “The ring has been in our family for generations. All the men propose to their women with it.” He paused, then added, “I have nothing left of hers. Just the ring.”
Damn. Well. You would have never guessed that. A family heirloom? Why would Rogers tell his men to steal that? How would he even know to steal that?
You began to ask just that. “How did-,”
Bucky answered before you could even finish your question. “Steve, Sam, and I used to be friends. I always thought we’d be friends till the very end. But then Steve went rogue, power got to his head.”
Shit. No wonder Bucky and Sam were so close, they survived the downfall of a strong trio.
“I’m sorry.” You murmured, gently stroking his cheek. “I’ve never had close friends like that, I can’t imagine what it must be like to lose them. But I can tell it makes you really upset.” You pointed out. Then you took a deep breath and said, “I’ll get your mom’s ring back. And I will even kick Steve for you if you ask me to.”
Bucky gave you a faint smile.
“Just get the ring back.” He said, staring deep into your eyes. “I need it.”
Oh? The thought of him on one knee, asking someone to marry him was surprisingly uncomfortable. But you pushed all that aside.
“So when do I go?”
—
Another week later, the plan was ready. Bucky’s men were ready. You were ready.
You had the location, had studied the blueprint very well. You’d be in contact with Bucky the whole time through the earpiece. Steve was rumoured to be out of town. His guards would not be expecting the heist. This was perfect.
Or so you thought. The moment you got near Steve’s house, a gut feeling told you something was off. And you must’ve mumbled something to yourself because Bucky’s voice came through the earpiece just then.
“I’ll say it again. The moment you sense something wrong, fall back. Do you hear me?” He used the cold, bossy tone.
You scoffed and replied, “Yes daddy.”
A few of the guys chuckled around you. And you could hear Bucky sighing as you giggled to yourself.
You noticed the guards getting ready to move, the typical security rotation. You looked behind you and whispered to the guys, “We have exactly twelve seconds to make it past the gates. Don’t be too loud, and follow me. If you can’t make it, stay back here and keep watch. Everyone understood?”
They all nodded silently.
“Okay… now!”
Not all of the guys could make it. Some had to stay back because the twelve-second window was too short for everyone to beeline through the gates.
But the group of you that made it past the gates and into Steve’s house were in for a big surprise. It was a trap, Steve wasn’t home but his people had been waiting for you.
What was meant to be a clean heist ended up in a crossfire.
You could hear Bucky barking orders through the earpiece. “Fall back! Now!”
You almost did… but fuck you were so close. So close. That was when you took the earpiece off and tucked it into the pocket of your cargo pants. He may have been right, but the adrenaline was too much to resist. You’d missed this feeling, this rush of being so close to danger, to being caught…
So you went for it.
Walked deeper into the trap.
You knew where the ring was kept, you had the little box in your hand. You didn’t have time to see what it looked like as you put it away in your pocket, along with the earpiece that Bucky surely was still screaming through.
And then. The room exploded.
Then there was nothing. Just ringing in your eyes, and blurry images in front of you. You coughed, gasping for air and all you got were dust in your lungs.
You faintly remember hands reaching for you, dragging you, trying to get you to walk. But your body did not cooperate. It refused to.
You don’t know how much time passed. Or where you were.
You could hear the panic in his voice as you tried your hardest to reorient yourself. Bucky was here? You were lying on the floor somewhere. You couldn’t remember much.
The heist. The ring. A lot of fighting. An explosion.
Ah, an explosion that threw you across the room causing you to collide against a concrete wall.
Your side hurt, badly. Your head throbbed. Your vision was blurry, but at least Bucky was here. He was here, you could hear his rapid footsteps approaching.
“Baby….” His voice sounded distant. “Baby, open your eyes. Please.” He had never sounded so vulnerable. Due to the way your body moved, you assumed you were in a rapidly moving vehicle. “Look at me,” You felt his hands on your face, “Princess, please…” You couldn’t focus too well on what he was saying, “... sorry, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have… baby, please…”
Then there was just darkness.
And pain.
And a headache that refused to go away.
But you were with Bucky so you gave into the darkness. You knew you were safe now that he was here.
—
When you woke up, you realised you were in Bucky’s room. On his bed. The headache was still here, not as bad as before though.
The room was dimly lit, so you figured it must be well into the evening. The house was quiet, but as you tried to sit up, you heard him.
“Thought you were gonna sleep for two more days.”
You couldn’t help the smirk. “I slept for two whole days?” Then you panicked, looking around, “Where are my dogs?”
“Safe, fed. Sleeping.” Bucky stepped out of the dark corner of the room, but didn’t come any closer. He was quiet for a few moments. Then, “You almost got killed.” He stated, looking like he hadn’t slept in days but no less handsome.
You scoffed. “As if that’s all it would take to kill me. You know, I once fell from two storeys and survived with just a twisted ankle. I’m amazing like that,” You winked at him. “Besides, I did a good job. I managed to get your precious ring,” You went to pat your pocket, only to realise that you were no longer wearing those cargo pants.
Of course, he wouldn’t have left you in those same clothes for two days while you recovered. You looked down under the blanket and you were wearing clean clothes. His clothes. Sweatpants and a t-shirt. The t-shirt smelled like him.
“Looking for this?” He held his hand up and there it was. Prettiest piece of jewellery you’d ever laid eyes on. You could see the big, heavy stone from here. Dark green, black, silver. It looked elegant, and like it was crafted in some fae realm. It was truly unique.
“You changed me.” You pointed out, looking down at the clean clothes.
He gave you the same poker face. “What does it matter? I’ve seen you naked more times than I can count.” He said.
“And you made me wear your clothes.” You gave him a bratty, triumphant look.
He glared at you. “I’m sure my clothes feel more comfortable than those tight little dresses you wear all the time.”
You gasped dramatically, “You mean those tight little dresses you fuck me in all the time?”
That had him walking towards his bed immediately. “Don’t fucking tease me. Not right now, you’re hurt.”
“Aww,” You teased, “You care about me.”
Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed, turning to face you. “I guess I do.” He said, reaching out to touch your face carefully.
You couldn’t look away from him. He was so gorgeous. Even in poorly lit rooms with his face half hidden in shadows, he was the most handsome man you’d ever seen.
He smirked when he noticed you checking him out, “I know I’m pretty, stop drooling.”
You scoffed, shoving on the shoulder. The muscular bastard of course didn’t even move an inch.
“I’m gonna go bring you some food.” He said, taking your hand in his metal one. “You’ve been unconscious for days, you need the energy.” He slid the ring on your ring finger so casually it took you a few moments to realise what he’d just done.
Only when he got up to walk away did reality hit you. Hard. “Wait, what the fuck?” You held your hand up, “What does this mean?”
Bucky gave you a shrug, “Get used to it.”
“Bucky!”
“What?”
You blinked, mouth open, your body frozen in shock. “Did you just… are you for real? I thought the plan was to get the ring back so you could display it in your office and admire it like the deranged villain you try so hard to be.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “Change of plans.”
You lowered your eyes, tracing a finger over the big stone on the gothic looking ring. “You can’t marry a thief.”
Bucky sat back down again, taking your chin between his fingers. “Why not? You stole something very precious the day you broke into my home, and this is your punishment now. A life sentence, if you will.”
“What did I steal?”
“My heart.”
You groaned at his cheesiness, leaning in and hiding your face into the crook of his neck. “You bastard.”
Bucky chuckled. “I love you too.”
You were quiet for a moment, breathing in his scent. It grounded you. But then you pulled away and asked, “What about Steve?”
“I’ll deal with him.” Bucky answered, sounding grave and cold. “He hurt my princess,” He said, pulling you closer so much that you were almost on his lap, “I’m gonna kick his ass.”
You giggled, “Well technically he hurt your princess because she broke into his house to steal. Honestly, he had every right to hurt your princess.” You argued.
Bucky smirked, “So you agree? That you’re my princess?”
You rolled your eyes at him, “Technically I’m your fiancé but I don’t really care about labels so yeah, I’ll be your princess or whatever.”
He laughed, “Oh you don’t get to be nonchalant about this. I’ll throw a big party, invite the whole city if I want to. And you’re gonna be the centre of attention the whole night, parading around in a pretty dress of my choice, showing off your ring, and telling people how much you’re in love with me.”
You groaned again. “You are insufferable.”
“I love you too, princess.” He repeated, kissing your forehead.
Warnings: descriptions of domestic violence, angst, hurt with comfort, violence, blood, drinking, love at first sight (they both be smitten), p in v sexual relations, light choking, Bucky Barnes (needs his own warning), reader description, non beta (we die like men)
Summery: Someone can only handle so much before they become numb. Can only handle so much hurt and anger before it consumes them. You couldn't, wouldn't, become that. You had to get away.
You did. And met him.
Status: Completed
1.Betrayal
2.Let the Demons Rain
3.Teeth
4.Pull the trigger, give the bullet to a Stranger.
I hate the feeling of wanting to read fanfiction but not knowing what you want to read. Now, I have to mindlessly scroll and see if anything can meet the expectations of the soul crushing/repairing one I just read.
She really was your daughter. You often came to the barn when you were stressed, or just needed someone to talk to. Heading to the door, you’re not shocked to see Lillian sitting on the couch holding a cup of tea. Martha is sitting right next to her.
“Are you sure there’s no one we can call for you. Your parents must be worried sick.”
“They’re too busy fighting.” Lillian said sadly.
“You can’t hide here forever. You need to let them know you’re safe,”
Jonathan said, rubbing her shoulder. You had an inkling feeling she didn’t quite tell them who she really was.
“You know I could be imagining this but you look familiar. “ Clark states,
He’s holding a fresh batch of cookies, and her eyes light up. When she zooms over and devours them all at superspeed, it’s then that the kents look a bit shocked. She paused, swallowing the last cookie with a nervous giggle.
“S-Sorry, I forgot how much I loved uncle Clark’s cookies.” You step through the door, and Clark just stares.
“D-Did you say uncle?”
“She did.”
They finally take notice of your presence, and from the look on Clark’s face, you can tell he’s hoping for some explanation.
Lillian turns, and it looks like she’s about to cry again.
“Mom..”
You send her a smile.
“It’s okay,”
She runs right into your arms, and you hug her. It feels so right to hold her in your arms. You’d been so young when your mother died, you barely remembered what it was like to be held like this. Even though your father had found love again with Caitlin, growing up you didn’t have a mother figure. You’re grateful at least that your child doesn’t have to experience the same.
“(Y/N), what’s going on?” You pull away.
“Well, you know how I did that time travel thing, apparently the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
“She’s from the future?” Jonathan questions.
“She is, and she’s my daughter.” Martha moves closer with the biggest smile.
“She’s so beautiful, just like her mother.” Lillian smiles.
“Thank you Grandma Kent.” She returns it with a smile.
“Clark actually, can you come with me back to the manor? This sort of happened when Lionel was there.”
“He knows about your powers.” Jonathan suddenly looks defensive.
“I’m coming with you.” Jonathan says. He’s about to grab his jacket.
“It’s okay Mr. Kent.” He pauses.
“I know you’re worried, but I think adding more people that dislike Lionel would just be adding fuel to the fire. Clark and I have this handled. “ You can see the reluctance, but he sighs.
“Alright, just be careful.”
“I will.” Clark nods, following as you make your way to the door. Lillian waves at both Kents.
“See ya later!”
Martha waves back with the brightest smile, and Jonathan chuckles. He supposes he’s going to have to get used to a lot more family time travel trips.
~
You’re walking through the Luthor manor, and Lillian’s eyes are fixated on Clark. He looks down at her and she blushes looking away. You recognize that look, smiling.
“Does somebody have a crush on Uncle Clark?” you tease. She shakes her head frantically and Clark laughs.
The moment you step through the doors, all heads turn. Lillian is holding your hand, and Lex rushes to your side.
“Thank God you found her.”
His relief is immediate. Lex kneels, and Lillian looks away guiltily. You can tell Lex isn’t completely sure how to interact with her. He looks like he wants to offer her comfort, but he’s unsure how to go about it. Like you, he was also raised without the presence of his mother.
“Are you alright Lillian?”
She nods, and wraps her hands around his neck. He’s a bit stiff for a few seconds, but then returns the embrace. She buries her head into his shoulder and he sighs, holding onto her tighter. The sight is more than anything you can hope for.
“I’m sorry I ran off. I just didn’t want to see mommy and daddy fighting again.” He separates.
“What do you mean again?” He straightens, and she swallows.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve come to the future,” Your brows knit.
“You’ve been here before.”
Nodding, she starts fidgeting.
“The reason you travel for the first time is sort of because of me. That is when you find out you’re pregnant with me in the future. I remember Aunt Jesse telling me just how strong the connection to the speed force is. Dad has always been a bit scared that I’d be a speedster too, so when it happened he wanted to give me the cure, but mom got mad. I thought if I left for a while they’d stop fighting, so I ran and I ended up running to the future by accident. Back to when you both first met.”
She smiles, and you feel a pull at the sadness in her eyes.
“I made it back alright, but when I did, it just made Dad more scared. I made things worse. I thought if I proved that I could do it again and come back, then he’d see that he wouldn’t have to worry. That I could take care of myself.”
You understood now. They were worried for her future. Probably the same way your dad has always been.
“I just want them to make up with each other already. They’ve never fought this long before. It’s been a week. “
Lex wasn’t sure what to make of this. He could fully understand his future self’s reasoning. He’d only known Lillian for a few minutes and he felt as though he’d risk his life to keep her safe.
“Why not just train you then.” Harrison buts in.
Lillian looks up.
“You can use the speed lab at STAR Labs, granted it’s still functioning in the future. Rather than removing your abilities, why not harness them. It seems like a fair compromise. “ Lillian’s eyes seem to slowly light up.
“D-Do you really think that will work?”
“I believe it’s possible. If Lex still refuses to listen, just send him to Grandpa Wells. I’ll set him straight.”
“Dad is kind of scared of you. I think it’s because you always make fun of his shiny head.” Harrison laughs, and you can see a small smile on Lionel’s face.
“Don’t worry Daddy, I love your shiny head.” He smiles at that.
“Thank you Lillian.”
Now that you know the true purpose of her sudden visit, you know it’s about time for her to head back home.
“Lillian, can you get home on your own?” She nods confidently.
“I can now.” Her eyes emit what you recognize as a resolution.
“I think it’s about time for you to head back.” you advise. She still looks a bit sad, but you know she realizes that she has too.
“I know mom. It was really cool seeing you guys like this. “ She gives you one last hug, and as she moves over to Lex to do the same, he looks as if he doesn’t want her to leave.
“Lex.”
He nods.
“I know she has to leave I just..it’s weird but I don’t want to let her go..”
The hugs she gives him are extra tight, and Lex begins to cry. Lionel is the one most affected by this. You know from Lex’s upbringing, it has always somewhat stunted his ability to trust and love. That’s why seeing him show so much for a child he would father in the future, it’s exactly what you’d hope for. A family that he could have, protect, love.
“I’ll miss you Lillian.”
She sniffles.
“I love you dad.”
“I love you too.” He finally pulls away, and Lillian skips to the door, absolutely glowing.
“Guess I’ll see you guys in a bit, wish me luck!” You all send her smiles, and just like that, she’s gone once again.
~The Future~
“She’s not in her room, or at Clark’s I searched everywhere.” You were beginning to panic.
“Calm down, it’s okay. She must be upset. “ Lex moves to your side, taking your hands and you do your best to calm down.
“I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to her Lex. This is my fault. I was so bent on being angry I made it seem like it was her fault. “
Lex pulls you close, shaking his head.
“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have suggested we remove her powers. I’m just so terrified. I’m not like you (Y/N). If something happens, I’ll never be fast enough to protect her. I’m her father. But I feel powerless.”
“You’re not powerless. Lex you’re the strongest man I know. Speedster or not. “ He smiles, brushing your hair to the side as he presses a kiss to your lips.
“Dad…mom..” The voice makes you both spin around.
“Lillian!!”
You rush right for her, and the moment she’s in your arms, she begins crying. You can feel the tears falling on your shirt. Lex lowers to her height, hugging the both of you.
“I’m sorry!!” She sobs.
“You did nothing wrong. We’re just glad you’re safe honey.”
“Me too.” More than anything, she’s glad to see them together, rather than fighting.
That trip was exactly what she needed.
~Extra~
Lillian had dropped by to assure you all was okay. You were happy to see that beautiful smile on her face.
“Grandpa Wells was right. After they tucked me in, Dad said he’d help me train to get stronger.“ You smile, happy that it all worked out.
“I’m usually right.” Harrison says.
Lillian grins.
“Actually, I think mom convinced him. They were smiling and then they went to the bedroom. Whenever they have an argument they always make up after they come out of the bedroom. Mom says she has other powers to keep dad in check.”
Your cheeks flush at the suggestion. At least she has no idea what really goes on behind those doors. Harrison is actively glaring at Lex.
“You’re shameless.” Harrison growls.
Even when he did nothing he still managed to tick Harrison off.
Synopsis - You’re the second eldest Bridgerton daughter, being forced by your brother to finally debut. You believed the ordeal would be terrible, that was until you meet the handsome Lord Debling, the handsome stranger soon captivates your mind and heart.
Warnings- fluff, period drama, feelings, very small amount of angst, confessions, great sibling relationships, suggestive themes but no smut. Still 18+ though please.
Word count- 4.7K
Today was the day, the day you were coming out into society, you’d put it off long enough. Being that you were only a year younger than your elder sister Daphne, and a year older than Eloise who were both already out. But your mother hadn’t pushed you and for that you were thankful, your eldest sibling Anthony though was another story. He had all but told you enough was a enough, and even though he would not ever force you to take a husband, you needed to be out in society despite your disagreement with it.
He did not want the great Bridgerton name tarnished, with people starting to talk of the strange girl in the family who did not conform to society’s norm, who did not like social situations, a girl who spent her time fencing, reading and horseback riding. You were a free spirit, one who preferred the wind in her hair, rather than constricted dresses, dancing and polite conversation.
So now just having turned 20 you were being launched into the world around you. This brings you back to today, your mother was flapping making sure both you and Francesca looked perfect, creamy white gowns adorning your bodies, lace perfectly placed, your dress was accentuated with gold floral embroidery and tiny puff sleeves. You adjusted your long white gloves once more before exiting your room, “Ah y/n there you are my love, have you seen your sister I can’t find her anywhere, she is not in her room!” Your mother Violet frets, she’s looking pale and exhausted. “Call down mother, I’m sure she is about, I can hear music are you sure you haven’t checked it is not her playing?” You ask.
“Oh! No I have not, come, we shall go check together.” She replies, gently grasping your wrist and tugging you down the staircase In search of your sister, you are sure she only holds onto you so she cannot loose you too.
Walking into the drawing room you find it was indeed Francesca playing the piano forte, your mother breathing a big sigh of relief, she is also dressed ready to go. “Well then my children let’s get going shall we?” She asks as she ushers us all out to the carriages, turning to you and Francesca she says “You both look so beautiful!” Voice full of emotion. “Thank you mother” you both say in unison, she nods before you all enter the carriage and head off to the queens palace.
The whole thing went by in a blur, you walked down the aisle, bowed to the queen then exited out to the side, you’d all entered out into a garden party where people were mingling happily. Your brother Colin who had just returned from travels, was boasting to the young ladies, causing them to fawn over him. Penelope Featherington sadly watching from the sidelines, you were very aware of how she felt for your brother, being the same age you had spend many moments together. Although you wouldn’t call her a close friend, it saddened you to see her aways watching him with such hopeful but sad eyes.
You decided she could do with a distraction so you made your way over to her, “Hey Pen, how are you? I haven’t seen you about the house recently?” You ask, she jumps, obviously you’d caught her very much deep in thought. “My goodness y/n you scared me” she gasps hand on her chest, “Sorry Pen, we were both on our own so I thought I’d come talk with you” you explain. Her face softens then “Of course, you can always come talk to me, I know how hard this must all be for you” she replies her face now sympathetic. “Yes, I do so hate public attention, but alas my brother thought it was necessary” you sigh, nodding Penelope gave you a look of understanding, “We must all be pushed out into society sooner or later, I was just 17 when my mother decided I needed to be out. And look over three years later and I’m still just sat here with no suitor prospects, I wish I could find a husband” she groans, “What? Why? You’ve never seemed too interested before?” You ask.
With a sigh she turns to you “In all honesty I need my privacy, and I just cannot stand living with my family any longer, at least your family is supportive and kind, mine can be just awful” she complains. You nod, you understand, her family have always been difficult especially her mother! “Well then Pen I hope you find a kind, loyal man to be your husband this season, you deserve some happiness” you tell her in earnest. “Thank you y/n, you do too, whatever that is for you, you deserve happiness too” she says as she walks off, leaving you once more to your thoughts.
Would you find happiness? What was happiness to you anyways?
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That evening you were attending your very first ball, nerves settled deep within your stomach. There would be many people attending Lady Danbury’s ball, and you were hoping to quietly blend into the crowds, not causing any reason to warrant any unwanted attention. Anthony had insisted on you being present, he had also given you a list of people he had chosen for your to converse with.
Your dress though, that you had chosen for yourself, it was a deep maroon, corseted down to your waist, it then flared out into a subtle A line ballgown. It had thick off the shoulders straps, sparkling embroidery and a skirt that swished as you moved. You wanted something that felt more freeing, compared to the tight empire line gowns that were the norm. Giving yourself a last once over you sighed, although you looked like a princess, you felt absolutely ridiculous.
Entering the party was as equally nerve wrecking as bowing to the queen this morning, walking down the steps after your brothers and sisters you felt all eyes shift to you, you held your head hire and floated down with all the grace you could muster, it must have worked because once you’d reached the bottom all eyes were still glued to you. Your mother came rushing to meet you, “You did well, you entered as gracefully as a swan” she gushed, you rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm, “Well mother my plan is to not cause any unwanted attention, I don’t want them thinking I am some wild animal that cannot be tamed” you sassed back. Tutting she guided you through the crowds to meet some new people, what you hadn’t noticed though, were a pair of very entranced blue eyes belonging to the one Lord Alfred Debling watching your entrance.
“Who is she?” Lord Debling asked Lady Danbury, “That would be Miss Y/N Bridgerton, second eldest daughter of the Bridgerton family” Lady Danbury answered. “I see” he replies eyes still watching you intently, Lady Danbury smirks knowingly, “I may also add, she only debuted this morning so from what I gather she is very much on the market, so to speak” she smiled. “Is that so?” He asks eyes still enchanted by you. The pair hadn’t noticed Cressida Cowper Joining them, not until she spoke up causing them to both jump slightly, “I’ve heard she’s a strange girl” she abruptly interrupts, “And where have you heard that Miss Cowper?” Asks Lady Danbury, her voice full of exasperation.
“Well I’ve heard she prefers the outdoors over social gatherings, she rides her horse bareback at some speed I may add, I’ve seen it myself. When I’ve called on Eloise this summer she’s either sprinting through the country on her horse or she has her nose in some weird book” she explains amusedly. “I don’t see how that makes her strange, but rather it makes her unique” Lord Debling affirms, “Well also” Cressida stutters out trying to find something more vexing to say about you, “Ah she also fences, she sword fights with her brothers, isn’t it incredibly odd, incorrect even for a young lady to sword fight?” She points out. “I dare say! Does she really?” He asks Lady Danbury, “Yes I believe she does” Danbury replies, the smug look is soon wiped off Cressida’s face though when he turns back to Lady Danbury, “That is incredibly impressive, what a young lady she is! I will go introduce myself” and with that he leaves in search of you.
He finds you over by the drinks helping yourself to one before retreating to the corner, “Miss Bridgerton? Are you quite alright? You appear to be hiding in the corner” he asks. You bow quickly “Lord Debling, I’m quite well thank you, just not one for large social gathering's” you answer honestly. “Ah, no me either actually, I prefer to be outdoors” he responds. You smile up at him shyly “I do too” you agree, “Riding Percy gives me much more joy than this” you continue, choking on his drink Lord Debling gasps “I beg your pardon you what?”, “Percy, he’s my horse, a Suffolk punch, my brother Anthony bought him for me for my birthday a few years back, I most enjoy riding him through the countryside, where it’s nice and quiet” you explain,
“Oh of course, I heard from Lady Danbury that you enjoy riding, he conveys, cheeks bright red now from his misunderstanding. “Lady Danbury spoke of me? To you?” You ask confused, “Umm yes, I happened to ask after you” he admits, you offer him a smile “I see and what else did she happen to say about me?” You question teasingly causing him to smirk, “Nothing much else, just that this was your first season” he stutters out now feeling very put on the spot, “Oh yes well I put it off as long as I possibly could, but my brother is forcing me to try this year” you confirm, “Is it so very bad?” He asks, teasing smile on his lips, “Well maybe not as bad as I had made it out to be in my head” you admit.
“Well then, would you care to dance?” He offers, hand outstretched towards you. “Yeah ok, why not, in the name of trying new things of course” you smile, “Of course” he repeats, clearly amused by you. He walks you out to the dance floor as everyone lines up, ready for the dance to begin. As the music plays he spins you around the dance floor, your eyes never leaving one another’s, its almost as if there’s static energy between you, your hearts pounding in your chest, you can tell everyone is watching you both, but in that moment all you can see is him.
“Is that your daughter Violet, dancing with Lord Debling?” One of the mothers asks, “Yes” your mother laughs, “I dare say it is” her face is lit up at the way your both staring at each other, thoughts of Daphne and Simon’s first dance entering her mind. This looked very promising, she thought you’d be the hardest to convince to give this whole ordeal a try, but you were entranced by the man before you, and it was Francesca who had made a rather hastily exit home already.
Lady Danbury joins your mother, “He asked about her you know, the second she entered the room” she tells your mother, knowing smirk still plastered on her face, “Did he?” Your mother asks, “Yes, he seemed very much intrigued by her, maybe we’ve made a match already” she implies, “Maybe…….. I will speak to my daughter once we are home” you mother decides. Nodding in agreement Lady Danbury takes her leave.
Once your dance comes to an end you bow and move to walk away, thinking he would have other young ladies to dance with, a soft grip of your hand causes you to turn, coming face to face with Lord Debling once more, “May I call on your tomorrow?” He asks, “Yes you may” you give a curt nod before leaving with your family.
This night had gone much better than expected, you thought to yourself whilst laying in bed, you felt excited to see what else was to come.
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The next day you’d woken up early, to get yourself dressed for your sword fighting lesson, hoping you’d have time to freshen up before anyone had any callers, you smile to yourself at the thought of seeing Lord Debling again today. Bounding down the stairs you met your instructor Henry, “Good morning Miss Bridgerton, are you ready?” He asks, “Yes I am” you affirm, “Very good, although I don’t see how you need any more lessons now, I’ve taught you everything I know, and you have mastered it all”, you grin “Why thank you Henry, but I can tell you why I need my lessons” you reply, “And why is that Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “Because I enjoy them” you laugh as you get into position.
Your two eldest brothers had joined you now, you were currently practicing against Benedict, completely loosing track of time. “Why do you encourage this Anthony?” Your mother asks, “Well dear mother I think it’s good that a lady knows how to defend herself, no one will ever mess with our little y/n now will they?” He questions playfully, rolling her eyes she waves him off as she leaves the room.
“Ha! I win again! Really Benedict are you even trying?” You goad, sweaty and exhausted he gives you the are you kidding look, “Yes dear sister unfortunately I am!” He grumbles, Anthony snorts out a laugh “Well I dare say these lessons are paying off, you have quite the talent” he praises you, “Thank you brother” you smile. Just then one of your maids enter the room, “Someone’s here to see you Miss” she announces, realisation hits you! Oh no Lord Debling has arrived and your still in your fencing clothes.
Walking in he smiles at you, you bow nervously before rambling out, “I’m very sorry I lost track of time my lord, please excuse me for a moment while I go change”, “Nonsense don’t worry about it, I’d love to see you in action” he answers, “Really!?” You ask surprised, he nods in response, you look to Anthony motioning for him to come join you, but he puts his hands up in surrender, “Oh no, watching Benedict loose all credibility was quite enough for one day, I will go find my wife, as I promised her a walk this morning.” He replies, “I’ll spar with you” Lord Debling offers, “Oh I couldn’t ask that of you my Lord” you hastily reply, “You’re not asking, I’m offering” he affirms before removing his jacket and placing on Benedict’s fencing armour.
Anthony lets out a laugh, “Perfect” he announces, before turning to Lord Debling “Don’t let her win, she will know. She is incredibly able” he confirms before leaving to find his wife. “Well are you ready then?” Debling asks you, “Yes, quite ready” you smirk back. As the two of you spar the static energy returns from last night, you fall into an effortless rhythm against one another, he fights well, there is technique and power to his moves, but you are just too quick for him, eventually knocking the sword from his hands and pointing yours to his chest in victory,
“I say! You are rather good at this aren’t you” he laughs, “Yeah I think it’s because I enjoy it so much” you agree.
“You Miss Bridgerton are an incredibly rare flower indeed” he says, “Thanks” you reply warm blush adorning your cheeks, “Will you save me a dance at tonight’s party?” He asks. “Yes of course” you reply maybe a little too hastily, “Well then, until tonight” he offers placing a delicate kiss to your knuckles. Before leaving he looks back towards you once more, giving you the most endearing smile.
You were very much looking forward to seeing him again tonight.
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Over the next few weeks the two of you became much more acquainted with one another, you danced together at every party, usually more than once, you took chaperoned strolls together in the park and your family had also invited him over a couple of times for dinner.
You’d learnt much about him, his love for animals and wildlife, the fact he didn’t eat meat, all his adventure and conservation ideas, you’d become completely enamoured with this man, It appeared he also was with you too.
Today you were both taking a stroll in the park, the sun was warm and the smell of blossoms filled the spring air. Your maid was walking a few steps behind you, keeping a watchful eye. “Beautiful day is it not?” You ask him cheerfully, enjoying the sunshine on your skin. “Yes it is, but I can see something much more beautiful” he replies watching you carefully, you turn your head to hide your reddening cheeks. “Will you be attending the garden party tomorrow? I hear there will be a new form of transport being showcased” you ask, “Yes I believe I will be attending” he responds while smiling at you, grinning up at him you offer a nod in response.
“Well I bid you farewell Lord Debling, I have promised to help my mother this afternoon, I will see you tomorrow?” You offer, “Yes I shall see you tomorrow, good afternoon Miss Bridgerton” he replies. You spare him one last glance, before you walk off with your maid.
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It was the day of the garden party and you were stood looking at the enormous ballon in awe, was that really supposed to be able to carry people through the sky? “Quite spectacular isn’t it?” Lord Deblings voice cut through your thoughts causing you to jump, “My Lord, you gave me a fright!” You gasped, “I am sorry, that was not my intention” he responds “That’s ok, it is spectacular yes, although I do worry how it’s supposed to transport people” you reply.
“Yes quite, but I suppose only time will tell, are you well Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “Yes, thank you my Lord I am very well” you affirm, “Good” he nods.
As the afternoon goes on Penelope, Eloise and Cressida join in your conversation, Cressida going out of her way to try and impress Lord Debling, not even caring how desperate and contrary it makes her appear. Penelope spends the whole time staring at Colin and Eloise is pretty much rolling her eyes at everybody’s antics. Cressida continues to laugh at something he said, almost hanging off his arm, causing a pit of jealousy to stir in your stomach.
You turn your attention once again to the large ballon, which is now rocking very unstably in the wind, creaking and groaning as the ropes loosen. Just as they snap your brothers are rushing over to pull them back, using as much strength as they can muster to pull the thing back into place. All you can do is watch in terror as they lose control and the ship comes hurtling towards you, it all happens so quick, one miniute you’re watching terrified, the next you’re on the floor Lord Deblings body shielding you.
“Are you quite alright?” He asks gazing into your eyes, “Yes all thanks to you”. He carefully traces his fingertips down the side of your jaw, you watch him with wide eyes, wanting nothing more than to lean in and kiss him. Someone loudly clears their throat behind you, you both jump apart, turning to see Cressida and Eloise watching you both.
Lord Debling jumps up before offering you a hand up too, “What luck you were there to save my sister, thank you my Lord” Eloise states, “Of course, it was nothing” he replies before walking off.
“What was that y/n?” Eloise gasps, “I hardly know” you reply, completely shocked yourself.
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That very evening you arrived at the ball still very much in shock, more so by Lord Deblings behaviour than nearly being squashed by the heavy ballon. Your mother currently had you making small talk with every eligible Lord in the room, “Mother is this really necessary?” You grumbled as you made your way over to yet another man, “Yes my darling daughter it is, until Lord Debling actually proposes you must keep your options open” she insists, “But Anthony said I do not have to marry this season, only that I must be out in society” you ask confused.
“Yes I know my sweet girl, but every year you’re on the market the less desirable you become, now make haste” she commands, you roll your eyes at her as she drags you through the crowd, “Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton, how nice to see you both” Lord Cambell greets, “Lord Cambell, lovely to see you again” you reply with a very forced smile. “Would you have any space left on your card to include a dance with me?” He asks, you stutter before your mother replies on your behalf, “My daughter would be delighted”, you resentfully offer your wrist and card for him to write his name on, before bowing and leaving to find some corner to hide in.
After no empty corner is found you retreat to the gardens in hope of some peace, leaning against the cold stone of the house you close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Miss Bridgerton you should not be out here alone” Lord Deblings voice causes you to jump, “My goodness my Lord! Must you always startle me so.” You gasp, “Sorry I never intend too” he replies in earnest, “But you really shouldn’t be out here alone” he repeats as he steps closer, “Yes I know, but I need a minute to breathe, it’s awfully stuffy in there, and my mother is being a nuisance….” You trail off, voice stuttering as he steps closer once more, “By nuisance you mean by parading you around the room, like a prized animal?” He smirks, “Yes” you stammer, feeling more breathless than before if that was at all possible.
He carefully moves a piece of hair from your face, “Do you not wish for the attention of the Lords here tonight Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “No, not from those ones anyways” you whisper, then in a flash his mouth meets yours, it’s passionate and gentle, it’s fire but also calm. Your fingers grasp his jacket as you pull him in closer, moulding your body to his own, his fingers move from your face to your neck, tilting your face to give him better access. His other hand grasps your thigh as he pulls it over his hip, grounding down into you causing a low whimper from your lips, moving from your mouth he kisses down your neck, nipping at your sweet spot, your hands slide into his hair as you grind into his hips once more.
Your movement causes him to gasp before quickly pulling himself away from you, leaving you a breathless mess. “I shouldn’t have done that” he worries, “My Lord?” You ask confused and worried, “I shouldn’t have put you in that position I am so very sorry” he repeats and your heart sinks, was he going to reject you now? Were you about to loose all credibility? Sensing your despair he quickly comforts you, “What I mean to say is that shouldn’t have happened before I asked for your hand, I do not wish to dishonour you, if you will have me and your brother agrees to it, I would very much like to make you my wife” he confirms, “Really?” You ask.
“Yes really, I am quite enamoured with you my dearest y/n, I came here to the Ton to seek out a wife, I thought I could find a match of convenience, one where I could travel and my wife would happily stay at home managing my estate. I did not think love was in the cards for me, I believed that my work would take up too much space in my heart for that, but then I met you, and my goodness did you change everything” he explains.
“Is this a confession of love my Lord?” You ask still very much breathless.
“It is yes, I didn’t come here to seek it which makes this as much a surprise to me as it is to yourself” he replies.
“I love you too” you admit, which causes his handsome face to light up, “I too did not believe this would happen, when my brother asked me to debut this season, I admit I hated the very idea, but I’m so very glad I did as it lead me to you” You confess.
“Well then my love, I believe I have a question to ask your brother” he replies, his hand seeking to find your own, grasping his with yours you reply “I suppose you do”. He gives you one last kiss on your cheek before heading inside to seek out your brother. You are still stood against the house, breaths still racing as you trace your lips with your fingertips, the tingling of his kisses still present.
Upon entering your home that evening Anthony stops you “Y/N may I speak with you a moment?” He asks, “Yea of course brother what is it?”
“Lord Debling has asked for my permission to propose to you, he says he has the deepest of feelings for you and he wishes you to be his wife, I know him to be a very kind man, one who obviously wouldn’t ever hurt an animal or a woman, he has a great estate and great prospects, so if it’s what you want I will agree to it at once, but I told him I had to talk with my sister first” he explains.
You smile knowing how deeply your family cares for each other, this is something you will never take for granted. “Truth is brother, I love him very much, I didn’t think it were possible to find someone I could fall for so deeply, but here we are” you reply.
“Very well then I shall give him my permission” Anthony affirms. You walk over and give him a chaste kiss to the cheek, “Thank you brother” you respond, he nods giving your shoulder an affectionate squeeze before wandering off.
You were going to be married! Not only that to a man you love, you felt such happiness in that moment your chest could burst.
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The next morning whilst reading your maid walked in announcing Lord Debling was here to see you, you nod at her to let him in.
“Hello my love, are you well this morning?” He asks as he enters the room.
“I am quite well my Lord thank you” you smile.
“Please call me Alfred, such formalities feel no longer necessary”
“Very well Alfred, but then you must call me y/n so we are on equal terms” you reply.
He laughs, “Of course, my dearest y/n, so I’m guessing it’s no secret to as why I am here?” He asks.
“Well I have an idea, but I will need you to clarify” you respond with wit.
“Very well Miss y/n Bridgerton” he begins before getting down on one knee, “You have bewitched my heart, and I’m asking if you will do me the extraordinary honour of becoming my wife?”
Walking towards him you kneel down in front of him, reaching out and tracing his stubbled cheek, “Yes Alfred, I will marry you” you gush before moving in and placing your lips against his, in a sweet soft kiss.
Just then all your family enter the room offering congratulations, you thank them all but your eyes never leave his, as you think to yourself yes you believe this will be a very happy marriage indeed.
Premise: Kick-Ass stumbles into your room while escaping a scuffle one night and you just had to make him yours.
Tags/CW: Bimbo/Mean Girl!Reader, Subby!Dave (until he’s not :3c ), Rich girl!Reader, p in v, oral (M + F Receiving), Voyeurism, Mask stays ON!, lots of smut little of plot, dirty talk.
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Out of all the open windows in New York, how did Dave get as lucky as to pick yours to jump into?
You fall into your plush pink bed with a pout. You can’t believe you’re grounded on a Friday night, and the sounds of people bustling around on the streets of New York below didn’t help to make you feel better. You look around your room, designer furniture drenched in pinks, creams, and white taunting you like a gilded cage. Tortured, you throw a hand over your face, rolling over in bed to grab your iPod touch that features an endless scroll of all your friends having much more fun on social media.
You glance out your window, the sparkling sky line of the upper east side of New York glittering with fun that you’ve been disallowed from taking part in. It’s open just slightly, letting in the cool late September air into your bedroom. You groan as another text from your besties comes in showing just what you’re missing, a video of them walking down near your street and laughing together.
“We’re like right outside, you should just sneak out.” One sends, tempting you.
You think about it, how easy it would be to just climb out of your window and down the fire escape and try to make it back home before anyone would notice, but you know how many more Friday nights you would miss if you got caught.
You’re just about to text them back about just how miserable you are, and that you can’t risk it tonight, when a new video pops up in the chat.
You’re ready to tell them to stop teasing you with a good time and that you already feel like a prisoner in your own home when you notice that the video takes on a different tone than the last one.
You watch as the pedestrians behind your friends start a commotion, someone in the crowd trying to push through. You hear a polite, yet urgent voice as you get a better look at just who is causing such a stir.
“Sorry! Sorry! Excuse me, folks, coming through!” The man appears to be masked, a green and yellow body suit covering anything identifying.
He moves around your friends and begins to crawl up a familiar looking fire escape.
“Holy shit, is that Kick-Ass?” One of your friends in the video yells before the scene becomes a blur and the video ends.
Kick-Ass? That vigilante everyone’s been posting about?
You barely have time to think much more to yourself as you hear the sound of foot steps pounding up the rusty metal outside your window. You pull back from the bed, almost letting out a half scream as a pair of green gloved fingers slide in the gap in your window. The figure slides it open further before launching his body inside your room with a crash, taking most of the assortment of trivial things off your nearby desk.
“Oh my god!” You clutch your iPod, barely registering that there’s a man in your room and you only have on a pair of panties and a PINK baby tee on. “What are you doing?”
“Uh, I’m sorry,” Kick-Ass looks around your room in disbelief, his bright blue eyes and his pouty plump lips the only parts exposed by his mask. “I just, REALLY needed to get away from those guys!”
He tries to catch his breath, panting for a second before looking over at you and your scantily dressed form.
“Oh, geez, I um,” His soft voice wheezes out in embarrassment for the situation, not able to find any words to make this any better.
”You were?” You raise a perfectly plucked brow, folding your arms over your chest.
“I um,” He tries to find any way that makes him look like less of a perv, but he knows that it’s pretty much useless.
Your iPod keeps Ping!-ing, and finally after giving the stranger in your room one final stare down, you peek at just who’s bothering you.
“OMG he like totally crawled in your window!”
“Like wtf are you guys going to do in there???”
“I know what I’D be doing if Kick-Ass was in MY room.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jessica ur like such a slut.”
“Well, he IS kind of hot.”
“Well, there’s no way he actually went into HER room, it had to be someone else’s…”
A smile twists onto your pretty glossy lips, and you glance up at this supposed crime fighter named “Kick-Ass” before taking a few steps towards him.
“So,” You say, the nervous energy clearly written on his face, despite the mask. “You’re telling me you’re the Kick-Ass guy they’ve all been talking about.”
“Um,” His voice catches, then he clears his throat. “Y-yeah, I guess you could say that.”
“And I would be like, so totally cool for getting to meet you?” You take another step closer, your bare, manicured toes sinking into your plush white carpet with each step.
“M-maybe, I don’t really…” His voice trails off as you continue closer, hands extending to touch gently on his chest over the superhero suit. “…Know…”
“Mhm…” You look up at him, batting those long lashes of yours at him while drawing a circle with one finger over his heart. “I think it’s only fair I get something out of this since you so rudely barged into my room like this.”
“W-what do you have in, um, mind, exactly?” You can practically see the desperation in his eyes as they flick from yours down to your glossy lips.
“Oh, nothing, I just need you to help me prove something to my friends.” You lean up on your tip toes, letting your face get closer and closer to his. “Just a little kiss, well, maybe more…”
You watch as he exhales, shaky and full of want, and his big blue eyes blink with confusion.
“What? A big time superhero like you can’t mind a little attention, can he?” You whisper out, letting each word fall with implied longing.
“I don’t know, maybe it’s not such a good idea…” He must be crazy to hesitate, but he does, trying to pry his eyes from looking at you.
”Think about it, being seen giving a hot girl a kiss will give you major street cred.” You coo, attempting to sweeten the deal. “You’ll like, totally, have saved the day.”
Kick-Ass just looks at your lips for second, as if envisioning himself pressing his to yours. Then his eyes flick back up to yours, their wide eyed innocent stare searching there.
“J-just a kiss?” He can’t help himself from looking at your kissable lips now as he says it, watching as you bite your bottom lip and nod your head.
You’ve got him in your pretty pink manicured hands now, all you have to do is lead him over to your window.
The night air blows your hair back as you open the large window to its fullest extent, which allows you to prop your cute ass up onto the window sill. You hear the sounds of your friends gasping below and whispers as you pull the green masked vigilante towards you. You already know they likely have their phones out, but you don’t care. You watch as Kick-Ass’s eyes go from you to down below, obviously fighting nerves in favor of getting a taste of your cherry lip gloss.
You take his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing up against the fabric of his mask, and you pull him closer, his body moving with yours with a held back eagerness. You know there’s no way he would refuse a girl like you.
His lips touch yours like butterfly wings, softly before yours go in for the kill, crushing into his big, plump lips. Your friends whoops and holler below, and maybe even some pedestrians you don’t know stop to stare as the hero known as Kick-Ass puts his tongue down your throat. You can hardly wait to hear the rumors this will stir up, enjoying the popularity it will bring you at the same time as you enjoy his warm, deep kiss.
You pull away to catch a breath, and look into those dazzling blue eyes, seeing the longing that is rising there and beneath that green suit of his. You turn, looking down at the small crowd below, flashes of cellphones applauding your performance. You kiss your hand, waving it out the window and taking Kick-Ass by the fabric of his suit near his chest, and pulling him back into your room further, leaving the audience wanting more. Your iPod is already blowing up with attention, but right now you have something else you need to attend to, and it’s not your friend's texts.
“Wow…” He breathes out, your pink lip gloss sparkling on his lips and stars in his eyes. “You’re a really good kisser…”
The innocent way he talks makes you wonder if he’s ever even kissed a girl before, making you turn to him and pause.
“Is this,” You say, sweeping your hands on his lower body but not quite touching anywhere too sensitive, yet still making him shudder. “New to you?”
“Maybe, just a little,” He breathes out, letting you press into him until he’s sitting on the edge of your girly pink bed.
“I thought a big star like Kick-Ass would be a hit with the ladies,” You smile while his head leans back from how you’re touching up his chest.
“Nobody’s exactly, um, offered…” He admits, his words slow, distracted by your hands as they reach near his neck.
“Just who is under here…” You whisper, the edge of your fingers slipping under the very edge of that green mask.
“W-wait!” His hands fly up, body suddenly stiff. “We have to keep the mask on.”
You stay there for a moment, not moving, watching those baby blue eyes strain to say something to you that you can’t comprehend. You let your hands slip back down.
“Alright, but I think you’ll have to take the rest off.” You tease him, pulling at the body of the green suit this time, biting your lip while you fantasize about what’s underneath.
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Just how Dave managed to trip his way into the most popular girl in the school's bedroom, he’ll never know.
What he does know is that right now you’re looking at him like you want to eat him alive and he can barely contain the urges that he wants to do to you right now. He can hardly think straight with your hands on him, unzipping the Kick-Ass costume and letting the cool night air hit his bare skin. Dave shivers as your warm hands replace the cold and he thinks he might just die right here and right now.
He watches you, your perfect body that any boy at school would die to be touching right now, and he can barely keep his breath steady. God, he’s had a crush on you for so long, and you have no idea that he’s actually the nerd in your history class that you don’t even talk to unless you have to. He’s even talked to Marty and Todd about how hot you are, and they wouldn’t believe it if he had proof that he kissed you at all, let alone the fact that you’ve got his suit off, your manicured hand pressed up against his underwear like that.
“F-fuck…” Dave breathes out, his head lolling against his shoulders, his arms flexing their muscles as he braces against the plush of your pink bed.
“God, you’re so sensitive,” You say to him, a thin eyebrow quirked.
Dave can barely respond as you apply pressure to his cock over his black boxers, his mouth trying to find words and all that it finds is a hum of moans and affirmative “uh-uh’s”.
“You better be careful, you look like you might just make a mess in your boxers if I’m not careful.” Your voice is bratty, teasing him harshly about how easy it was to rile him up.
It was true though, Dave’s large hands curling into the pink bedspread to stop himself from bucking into your hand and finishing himself off then and there. You would think with how much he jacks off he wouldn’t be so close so soon, but he can’t help himself. Not with the way you’re touching him right now, and god, definitely not how you’re looking up at him from where you sit between his legs on your knees.
Your mouth goes over his cock, hot breath bleeding through the silky cotton of his boxers and making him close to losing his mind and his load right then and there. A struggling whimper escapes his mouth.
“I don’t- I don’t know if I can…” He can’t finish his sentence, he has to focus on not coming when you touch him like that.
”Oh, my poor little superhero,” You chide, looking back up at him while you do. “Maybe we should start you off with something a little less intense.”
All he can do is nod his head along. God, you could have told him you wanted him to walk right out that window and plummet down below and he would have. He would do anything right now to please you.
“Lay back on the bed.” You instruct and he complies. “Hopefully you can breathe with that mask on.”
For a second, Dave has no idea what you mean, until you crawl up him, thighs on either side of his body until their on either side of his head. You’re close enough that he can see the tiny lace and bows on your panties from here, and before he can say anything, you’re sliding them to the side. His eyes go wide, and he watches as you reach down and gently touch yourself. Dave’s never seen one in real life, and for a moment he’s mesmerized by how badly he wants his tongue deep inside you.
“Let’s see how well you can eat me out,” You look down at his big blue eyes looking up at you and you can’t help how turned on you are by him looking at you with such worry and want in his dark eyebrows. “Then if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll touch you…”
He nods. Oh god, how he nods. He wants nothing more than for you to suffocate him between your thighs right now. He needs you to completely use his face up for whatever you need and nothing more. You lower yourself onto his soft lips, and all he can do is take in your scent for a moment. You smell so sweet and so musky, it’s as if every breath of you goes straight to his cock, making it rock hard. His hands come up, gripping your plush thighs and pulling you onto his face deeper. His tongue flops out, taking in your taste before trying to please you further.
Dave hopes he’s doing a good job, he’s never done this before, but it’s been one of his biggest fantasies and porn searches. He tries to keep his tongue at a good speed, taking note of the moans you make, when you pull on the top of his mask ever so slightly as you hump his face to your own delight.
You were right, it is hard to breathe in this mask with your pussy blocking up every other way of breathing. Somehow, it makes it better. The fact that you control when he gets to breathe, that you lift yourself up just enough for him to catch the tiniest breaths of fresh, cool air before letting your weight down on him once more and suffocating him further. All he can do is grip your thighs, everything in his body trying as hard as possible to please you and not reach down and grab his own cock. He knows if he did, he would cum in a jerk or two and he just can’t let that happen, not yet at least.
“Fuck, your face is such a good seat,” You moan as you come closer, his tongue working magic as he tries to remember techniques from wikihow he learned just in case this ever happened to him.
Dave moans when you say this, the vibrations exciting you further. You look down at him, and he watches as you bite your lip while you ride his face, your gorgeous tits bouncing just perfectly. He reaches up, his hands grabbing them and you invite him further by putting your hand on his, pressing him into you more. You close your eyes as his tongue flicks against your clit, moving in circles and sucking when he can. After you give him some air, you come back down and his tongue twists lower, finding your sopping wet hole and diving in, taking a deeper taste. You shiver, your legs constricting against the sides of his head.
He lets his tongue get as deep inside you as he can before coming out and focusing on your clit once more, letting his tongue go flat and lapping up every inch of it. He’s proud of himself for being able to find it so easily, and the confidence gives him the energy to fight the tongue fatigue that’s slowly creeping in. He’s waited to long for this, he’s not stopping until you cum for him.
His eyes slowly open and close as you continue riding his face how you like it. He’s pratically drunk off your pussy, currently living and breathing to make you feel good. It’s like he can’t get you closer to him, his hands pulling at your thighs and waist to try to get you deeper on top of him, his breaths wild and sucking in as much air as possible between sets.
”God, I think I’m going to…” You whisper on top of him and he tries to keep his speed, only increasing enough to push you over the edge without changing up too much (he read somewhere that that’s what you’re supposed to do).
You grind harder than before, letting his tongue suck and circle your sensitive clit over and over and over until you can’t take it anymore. You begin to spill over the edge, your moans increasing, your grip on him harder than before. You feel it unwind in your lower stomach, that blissful feeling of release, those tired and tight muscles giving up and giving in to pleasure.
“Fuck…” You whine out as you finish on his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Your body lets go completely and your legs shake, growing weak as the pleasure fully releases. Dave holds you up with his strong arms, making sure you feel supported as you come down. He can’t believe he made you cum like that, and his tongue laps up all that you give him greedily, that reward he gets for working so hard to make you cum.
You pull off slowly, moving down to sit on top of his aching cock with your hot, wet pussy dripping on his boxers. He almost loses it right then and there, but resists as he comes down from being so engulfed with pleasuring you. You both breathe for a moment, blissful with what’s transpired.
“Well,” You start with a shaky breath. “You definitely don’t need much more practice with that…”
Dave lets out a small chuckle that turns into a whimper as you move your hips against his cock, grinding ever so slightly, his eyes going from blissful existence to full of want and longing in such a short amount of time. He’s totally under your control.
“What else could Kick-Ass ask for…?” You tease him, inviting him to tell you what he wants next.
For a moment, he wishes he could tell you not to call him that, to say his name, to beg for him in that way, but there’s no way you would be doing any of this if you didn’t think he was the badass that fought in the streets of New York. He couldn’t tell you, couldn’t admit just how much of a nerd he really was, there’s just no way…
”I want to,” He pants, his mouth slick with you and his eyes looking at your lovely tits. “T-those…”
“God, you’re so pathetic, you can’t even form proper sentences after that face fucking, huh?” You look down at him, his big doe eyes mesmerized by your body.
You sigh and give in to his demands, however, lowering your tits to his face. He closes his eyes happily, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking with want. He pulls off in a moment with a pop before giving the other attention, the one not being sucked taken by his hands and massaged. You grind into his hips, working slowly so as to not push him over the edge just yet. His eyelids flutter as he looks up at you, his vision not quite seeing you, blurry from his lack of glasses and just how much he wants this.
You pull back, moving down so that your lips can kiss his, vaguely tasting yourself on his. You move like water, slow and liquid smooth, entrancing him further and further with your beautiful body and well placed touch. You let his lips into yours, teeth biting into the soft meat there and teasing, pulling. His moans mix in your mouth while you let your tongue explore inside of him. You come up for air, watching as he looks at you with heavy eyelids softly folding over his pretty blue eyes.
You wonder what he looks like under that green mask, getting turned on by the thought of not knowing. Of letting this stranger fuck you for just stumbling into your room on the right night at the right time. You and your friends have all talked about how sexy it is that someone like Kick-Ass is out there patrolling the streets with that body in that tight green suit of his, but you never thought he would be in here letting you make soft pink kisses down his throat.
His mouth lets out lazy moans as you kiss him there, touching him in all the right places, your hands soft and warm, taking him tenderly with a mix of quick little bites and sucks here and there. You keep him on his toes, keep him wanting more, keep moving your pussy on that hard cock of his only every few seconds to keep him from getting to carried away.
“God, I don’t know if I can take more,” He whimpers out, his hands on your ass, taking handfuls and shaking it.
“Don’t cum until I tell you,” You whisper in his ear, your breath hot and ticklish. “You got that, superhero?”
Dave gulps, eyebrows pulling together as he tries to mind, tries to be good boy, and bites his lip as you work downward, your kisses leaving a trail of pink lipstick down his gentle abs. You slide down, letting your body move until your mouth comes to the edge of his waistband. Slowly, you slip your long nails underneath, pulling his boxers back until his cock pops out with a satisfying bob.
You hesitate for a second, a first for you for tonight. You could feel how big it was underneath the black boxers he wore, but you had no idea it was THAT big. It wasn’t exactly length that scared you, not to say that it wasn't well endowed, but it was the girth that really frightened you. You wondered how you would get your lipstick-messy lips around it, if it would even fit. It made your mouth water in anticipation.
“Is it…” Dave sighs out, moving up onto his elbows to look down at you between his legs. “Is it okay?”
You realize you’ve just been staring at his cock, and your face heats up slightly.
“Oh it’s more than okay.” You say with a smirk, your hand wrapping around it and giving it a light stroke or two.
Dave’s eyes close as you do this, his lips parting as his breath picks up once more.
“Your hands feel so good,” He admits, enjoying himself as you continue, your tongue going to his base and licking back up to the tip, causing him to shudder.
You take his thick, hard tip into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl circles around it while sucking lightly. Dave’s hands grip the bed further, it’s so hard for him not to force his cock all the way in and cum down your throat immediately, it’s all he wants in the world right now, but the way you look up at him with your big doe eyes tells him to wait, to savor every moment your warm mouth is wrapped around his cock leaving pink glittery stains on it.
You let his cock fill your mouth further, taking it in slowly, inch by inch until he’s hitting the back of your throat. You moan softly as you slide it further, his cock just barely fitting, your moan cut off the deeper he goes. You bat your pretty eyelashes at him as you take it deeper and deeper until your nose is against his stomach.
“F-fuck, don’t move,” He stutters out, hand reaching out to grip your hair. “If you move I’m going to cum.”
You say nothing, his hot, hard cock down your throat, throbbing lightly with how badly he wants to cum. You can barely breathe, but you take it, take him forcing your head to stay down until he’s ready. Just when you think you’ll actually suffocate does his hand loosen on your head. You pull back, spit soaking his cock and stringing back to your mouth as you catch a breath.
“God, I’m sorry I’m just so sensitive…” Dave apologizes, feeling bad for keeping you there so long.
You shake your head, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and smiling.
“I kind of like it when you get a little rough…” You say with a smirk, and Dave can’t believe it.
You stand up from in between his legs, and hold out your hand. He takes it, letting you pull him to his feet and take him back to the window. You’re sure your friends have already left, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want him to fuck you against the window for the world to see just who takes Kick-Ass’s cock.
“Are-are you sure?” Dave can tell what you’re gearing up to do, bend over with your ass out and waiting for him.
“Fuck me,” You exhale, your breath fogging up the glass. “I want everyone to know what a dirty slut I am for superhero cock.”
Even though the thought of himself being on such display frightens him, Dave can’t say no to your juicy ass wiggling and inviting him. He takes his hands on either side of your hips, his cock moving up against your already wet hole, and he slowly enters you. You can’t help yourself but to moan out as you take his thick, girthy cock inch by inch, Dave carefully stretching you out to accommodate.
“You like that?” He wants you to like it so badly, so desperate to please you even though all he wants to do is fuck you like an animal right now.
“Yes,” You moan out, your tits against the cool glass, nipples erect. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
That’s all it takes for Dave to have the courage to really give it to you. He slides back out, slamming back in as deep as he can, your body rattling against the window as he does.
“Oh, fuck!” You exclaim, not realizing just how much of a pounding you would take from him.
He thrusts into you with a fury, slightly sloppy and uncoordinated from lack of experience, but fuck, your pussy just feels so good. He can’t believe how warm, wet, and tight it is, how deep he can get, how much he wants to fill you up there. You know you should have probably made him wear a condom, but you can’t help how much you love raw cock inside of you, and at least you’re on birth control.
Dave’s moans are uncontrollable, his hands gripping your ass until you’re sure there will be bruises. He needs this, needs you so badly it practically hurts. His mouth is full of moans, breaths, and curses as he tries not to let himself cum in an embarrassingly quick way. It’s so hard for him to stop like this, to edge himself inside of you while you let the world see your tits pressed against the glass of your window and your ass taking a pounding from behind.
“God, you’re such a dirty slut,” Dave whimpers out, thinking about how he’s heard something similar in all the porn he watches, hoping you’ll like it.
“Mhhhm, please make me your dirty little cum dump,” You respond, letting him know you want him to keep going.
“I’m going to fuck my load so deep inside you,” He pants, the words harsh and sharp. “And everyone’s going to see what a whore you are for me.”
You can’t help yourself, it’s just too good right now, so you snake your hand between your legs, your fingers circling your already aching clit. You know you’ve already cum once tonight, but how often does one get to be fucked by someone like this?
Dave’s hand reaches out, taking your hair into his hand and gripping it.
“You like that? You wanna be fucked like a dirty little slut?” He can’t hold himself back much longer, his eyes closing as he enjoys the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock.
“Fuck, yes!” You moan as you feel him beginning to spill inside of you, your own pleasure not far behind. “Keep going!”
Dave can barely hold back, he grips you tighter and grits his teeth as he waits for you to finish. You take every stroke like a good girl, your muscles tight and ready for release again. You quicken your hand, holding your breath while you get closer and closer to cumming.
“Don’t stop, I’m so close!” You whimper against the glass, the thought off all those people down there watching you come undone turning you on even more.
You let bliss begin to take over as his cock hits just the right spots deep inside you, your fingers rapidly keeping pace. You breathe out, your moans uncontrollable and whiny as you feel your cunt tighten around him. Dave can’t take it anymore, his cock thrusting deeper as he feels you cum around it. He spills inside of you, hot cum filling you up exactly where you need it to, the sensation of it happening while you cum at the same time almost making your eyes roll back. Your toes curl as he presses you against the window, cock rutting against you as if he can’t get deep enough. You can feel it throbbing inside of you, finishing off it’s last few spurts of cum before Dave collapses against you, leaving you pinned between him and the window.
You wouldn’t have wanted tonight to end any other way.
For a few moments all you both hear is the sound of your breathing, of your own heart racing in your ears, Dave’s ears losing hearing before the world becomes too real again.
Dave feels that shame of fucking you too hard, too publically, building up inside of him. He wonders if he went too hard, and he finds your ear, kissing right behind it and whispering.
“Was that okay? Did you like that?” His voice is soft as he checks in on you, making sure everything was alright.
You can barely talk, the feeling of Daves massive cock still inside of you, the rush of the whole thing dying down slowly. Your muscles feel useless, and you think if Dave wasn’t pinning you to the window, you would have collapsed right to the floor. The thought of moving anything right now seems like too much.
“Yeah,” You finally breathe out. “It was very good…”
Dave feels relieved to hear that, and slowly he catches on just how exhausted you are. He slowly pulls out of you, his hot cum leaving a trail down your bare legs as he does so. His hands wrap around your center, and he softly lifts you, turning and taking you back towards the bed. You let him do as he pleases, and soon he’s got the covers pull back and you on his chest, breathing softly as you begin to drift off.
You don’t know where Kick-Ass goes in the morning, but what you do know is that you whenever you leave your window open, he’s there to pleasure your every need from now on…
