Just thoughts of Bucky going haywire rutting into you saying “mommy please, please cum for me lemme feel you cum, mommy please please lemme breed your pretty pussy” I just 😩🤚
I have SO much uni work due on Monday, I was at work all day and I'm going out for dinner tonight but am I gonna write smut instead? Yes.
Because this is one of my favourite kinds of filthy thoughts, like a sub who just loses control completely? The pleasure nearly gets too much and they get greedy and selfish and can't do anything but take.
When Bucky's in that kind of mindset, nothing else matters except pleasing his mommy (and himself but he won't admit that). He doesn't care about the neighbours or the time of day or any plans he's made, he just needs to make his mommy cum enough times that you don't care that he's flooding your body with cum.
That huge mass of muscle turns into a trembling mess with that first slide into your sweet little pussy. You're so tight and wet it steals his breath and fuck, if he doesn't melt a little because his mommy is so small compared to him but she takes him so well.
"That's it baby, deep breaths. Don't be going all silly on me already. Need my sweet boy to focus. You've got one job tonight sweetheart. You're not gonna cum until mommy tells you, okay?" You whisper, cupping his cheek while he's seated so deep inside you, his head is spinning.
He knows if you gave him permission, he could probably cum right away so holding off is a bit of a struggle. "Y-yes mommy. Gonna make you feel so good. I-if I do well c-can I..." He begins, trailing off because he's worried saying it out loud might be enough to finish him with the mindset he's in.
"Can you cum inside me? Is that what you're asking, sweetheart?" You tease gently, not missing the tiny grind of his hips and the way his eyes flutter shut. "If you're a good boy tonight, mommy's gonna let you knock her up. You won't just be cumming in mommy, you'll be stuffing your baby into me. How does that sound?" You whisper, low and sultry and the poor man almost loses his cool altogether.
He's got nothing on his mind except making that a reality so the way he fucks you is truly frantic. It's a very calculated kind of pleasure because Bucky has to make sure each thrust is just perfect for you but isn't enough to push him over the edge at the same time.
After you've cum more times than you could possibly need, Bucky's totally lost it. He's panting and sweating, his balls aching from being so full. Each one of your orgasms has been torture for him, sending pleasure rippling up his shaft but it's a pleasure he can't truly lose himself in.
"Please mommy, please cum again. 'M so hard. You're s-so wet and messy. Need you to cum, mommy." He's hardly even masking the fact he's beyond desperate to cum. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his broad tongue lapping up the thin sheen of sweat on your skin because if he looks at your blissed out face, he's going to blow his load without permission.
"Mommy's had enough, sweetie, you did such a good job. You wanna cum for me now? I bet there's enough cum in there to knock me up a thousand times over." Your encouragement is all it takes for this huge man to press into you, cumming deep inside you with the sluttiest groan you've ever heard from him. His whines are high-pitched, the sound of sheer ecstasy as he empties himself into your fluttering body. He cums so hard, he swears he's floating, only tethered to Earth by his connection with you.
"Oh sweetheart, that's it, good boy. Don't stop, honeybun. You're doing so well for me." You whisper, letting him collapse on top of you. His seed is pouring from your pussy because he can't stop flooding it, still cumming as he falls onto your chest. He cums for minutes on end, whimpering with every breath when he remembers you're fertile and he's bound to have just bred you.
i was just thinking about nick fowler and what would happen if you overstimualated him . Like we know he's an insatiable man so he has already made you come once and now you're riding him , you both come together again but you just.... don't stop... you just keep riding and riding him and whisper in his ear " im not gonna stop until you come again " and even though he is controlling in the bedroom , hes still shivering and shaking and writhing because we all know men are SUPER SENSITIVE after coming and I just keep imagining this big scary man shaking from how good it hurts and now i need a glass of water
This gave me Ace and Tigress vibes, nonnie! Should we consider this Wet Wednesday? And it was a long day, so I hope I did this justice.
Give It to Me
Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader
Summary: One is never enough for Nick, so why not return the favor?
Word Count: Over 950
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive behavior, slight D/S behavior, some overstimulation, dirty talk, brief feels with the porn (it’s me), Nick Fowler (he’s a warning, okay?).
A/N: Shocker, lovelies. It's more Nick Fowler. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @vase-of-lilies. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!
Nick didn't like relinquishing control. Call it trust issues or his ego, but he always expected people to play by his rules.
You were the only person he ever considered letting go for. He cared enough about you, at least, to give you that.
You cared about him, too. That feeling wouldn't go away.
And you made Nick feel good. You knew how he liked to fuck and be fucked.
But even as he lay underneath you, your hands resting on his bare thighs as you rode him, he still refused to give power over to you completely tonight.
"You're gonna fuck yourself on my cock until you come all over it. Make me feel how good it is for you."
You gasped when he pinched one of your nipples, your breasts bouncing as he lifted his hips to meet yours. You made it a point to wear low cut shirts around him whenever you could since he liked the view so much.
“Then fucking come with me,” you whined. And, yes, it was a whine since you already came once and he insisted on drawing it out.
Because wrecking your cunt once is never enough for Nick Fowler.
“My dick isn’t soaked, so don’t fucking stop,” he ordered, smirking as he lifted his thumb to his mouth to lick it. The smug look remained on his handsome face as he brought it between your bodies.
“I don’t need your help, Ace,” you moaned, tempted to smack his hand away as he put pressure against the sensitive bud. You were supposed to be in control.
"Put your claws away, Tigress. We both know you aren't that tough when you're stuffed with my cock."
“Fuck!” you cried, arching your back as you kept grinding down. “Nick, please!”
“Greedy pussy really can’t get enough, can it?” he taunted, his blue eyes raking over your now trembling body as you got closer to the edge. "We both know you were born to ride my dick like this. So show me you're mine.”
The only response you could give was the feel of your wet walls gripping him like a vice, your release nearly flowing out of you like a wave.
“Trying to drown me, fuck,” he groaned before he flooded your quivering heat. "Good girl."
But you didn’t stop riding it out, even when you felt his muscular frame shiver beneath yours. Not even when he squeezed your hips to stop you.
“I’m not done,” you exhaled shakily, pleasure taking over your senses.
“Sweetheart,” he said, his cock still hard inside you when your hands flew to his wrists. “What the fuck?” he whispered in awe when you found the strength to tear them away from your body.
“Need to come again,” you mumbled, your pupils blown with lust as you leaned down and pinned his hands over his head.
He said something you couldn’t make out as you brought your mouth to his ear, his chest warm against yours.
"I'm not gonna stop until you come again,” you told him.
You're not the only demanding lover. If one isn’t enough for you, it doesn’t have to be enough for me.
“You want me to, fuck, come again?” he asked incredulously, flexing his muscles beneath you to show he could push you off if he wanted to. But he didn’t.
You don't have to ask, Nick. Give me that control. Trust me.
“What’s wrong, Ace?” you teased as you dragged your mouth down his neck, making him growl. “You said to fuck myself on your cock until I come."
"And you did," he pointed out, his body beginning to writhe as you didn't slow your pace. "Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"You always demand more from me," you reminded him. "Didn't you say my pussy was greedy? Well, it needs to be filled again."
You sank your teeth in a little before he could respond, his cock twitching inside your dripping channel as you kissed the sting away. Maybe it hurt, but you knew he craved a bit of pain.
“Jesus fuck!” he groaned as you clenched harder around him, like you were trying to milk him dry.
“If my pussy is yours, then your cock is mine. Paint my walls and I’ll soak you again. Give it to me, Nick. Give. Me. One. More.”
He moaned as you rocked your hips faster, both of you were trembling as you chased your end. You had to sit up to take in the sight of him.
His cheeks were flushed, skin damp with sweat, unable to hold back his whines as he bit his bottom lip.
Ruined and owned. That's my new favorite look on you, Nick.
“That’s it,” you moaned when his eyes rolled back, his thighs tensing as he whimpered and thrust up. “Say my name when you come."
Even as he filled you again, even as your thighs burned, you kept going.
Your mixed release trickled out of you as you let go of his wrists, but he didn't stop you or flip you over. He truly gave you control.
You smiled as finally slowed your movements to lean down and kiss him, the scruff on his jaw scraping your palms as you smothered his remaining moans.
He gasped for air as you sat back before he smiled. He was thanking you without saying it.
I'll always give you what you need, Nick.
"You really are a greedy girl," he panted, pushing the soft moment to the back of your mind.
"And I thought you wanted your dick soaked, Ace. Don't tell me you're tapping out."
His hand shot up to your neck, giving it a light squeeze when you smirked. “Not until you give me one more.”
*****
We'll see Nick again soon, lovelies. Love and thanks!
I saw you said something about brat taming and like a demon being summoned I am here to ask who you think would be the biggest brat tamer out of these three
Lee Bodecker
Destroyer!Chris
or Nick Fowler
I had to think about this because these three men are top tier brat tamers.
Lee is a more traditional brat tamer and he has an exhibitionism kink. He claims he wants you to be his sweet, submissive housewife to wear all those pretty dresses he buys you and have dinner ready for him when he gets home.
But really he likes breaking you down and tearing you apart. He knows you inside and out so it's not hard for him to get you riled up until you're snapping at him. Disobeying. Getting mouthy. Forgetting who owns you.
He has no choice but to drive you down to the stretch of road between your home and town. Its not his fault after all but hey what kind of husband would he be if he didn't teach you how to behave.
Lee has your wrists handcuffed behind your back, bent over the hood of his car, your dress ripped down the middle, panties torn off and tossed in the grass. "Darlin' you better figure out a way to apologize to daddy before every drunk at Pete's comes driving by and sees what a pretty little pussy you have."
Would he actually let them see you? No, you belong to him and he's too possessive to let anyone see what's his.
Do you know that?
Judging by the way your eyes widen and your legs spread as you beg him to fuck you, pleading that you'll be so good, you're so sorry-
No. And he plans on keeping it that way.
Destroyer!Chris. He's more a mean dom with both a spanking and an edging kink.
He loves when you're bratty. He encourages you to push his limits. Chris will sit back, elbows on the table, rolling a joint with an amused look on his face.
Just watching and waiting. Keeping track of every rule you break.
Wondering how you managed to muster up the audacity when you're still limping from the last punishment he gave you.
He's proud of you.
It's not going to save you though.
He bides him time, holding back until you start to think you're winning and then the next thing you know you're bent over his lap, his ringed adorned hand slapping your ass with your vibrator attached to your clit. Bringing you to the edge with an overwhelming combination of pain and pleasure until you're begging him but he pulls away, letting your orgasm fade away. over and over and over again.
He's going to edge you for hours until you're swearing that you'll be good, everything hurts so good and all you need is for him to let you cum.
But he wont. Not until you learn your lesson.
But Nick. Nick Fowler is the ultimate brat tamer.
Nick is possessive and controlling. Sometimes you wonder if you're actually being bratty or he just treats you as if you are.
He doesn't care if you're in a crowded room, you will do as your told or face the consequences. He keeps a close eye on you so you'll never know when or how he's going to punish you. Nick has surprised you in the middle of the dressing room at your favorite store and fucked you in front of the mirrors for not returning his messages and he's "interrogated" you more than once in his office, usually with the door wide open.
This man has had his fingers deep in your pussy in the middle of the annual CIA banquet, he didn't give a fuck that he was surrounded by his colleagues and bosses. His lips brushing over your ear as he whispered. "I dare you to make a sound. If I even hear so much as a gasp from your pretty lips I swear your punishment will carry over through tomorrow. And it will get so much worse."
And then he circled your clit with his thumb and you whimpered.
You swore he smiled the second the sound slipped out. And he's a man of his word. He kept up his punishment all night. Binding your wrists to the headboard, his silk tie around your eyes. Making you guess if it was his gun, the handle of his favorite knife or cock that was about to split you open.
You and Nick both know he's going to use all three on you by the time he's done. And of course, once he's fucked every last bit of brat out of your body, he'll take good care of you. Until the next time, you disobey him.
˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. a/n: all works are fiction! both parties consented. please do not read if this is not your thing. this is the first time i’ve written something like this. i do not apologize for the horniness of today
18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. BY PRESSING READ MORE YOU AGREE YOU ARE 18+
bucky hated coming home late at night. the lights off in the house, dinner off the stove and packaged in the fridge for him. you always made sure to leave a little note on the tupperware so he knew what it was, just before. you were always looking out and caring for him. the two of you agreed no matter what either of you were doing, you were allowed to take whatever you wanted from each other. no questions asked.
but tonight he wasn’t too hungry for the food that you made. frustrations at the lumberyard made him huff as he was leaving, knowing that he had you to come home to, made it a little better as he was driving home.
however, as he entered the bedroom, shoving his boots off and tossing them to the corner of the room, he saw you on your side facing away from him, the silk sheet draped precariously over your sleeping figure on your side of the bed.
and you were wearing one of his favorite silk slips. it was lavender, lace cups on your breasts, and oh so see through to the point where he could see you weren’t wearing anything underneath. your legs were slightly parted, your ass up just a little and exposing your pussy to him. he could see how wet it was just from standing on the other side of the bed.
bucky was a big man, literally. he worked for the lumberyard for several years, building muscle carrying logs bigger than you and almost him but he carried it like it was nothing. compared to you though, you were small, tiny, nothing compared to bucky. but the way he touched you was as if you were the most fragile thing he ever had the opportunity to touch, and he didn’t wanna break you.
he tossed his shirt off, removing his khakis and undressed, climbing into bed next to you. his large frame took over you, his hands gliding over your barely covered ass, his hand taking up the entirety of your ass cheek. he squeezed the flesh softly, groaning as he saw your cunt expose itself a little more and he could practically smell you. as he massaged your ass, his hands traveled further down to your cunt, letting his finger swipe through your folds and practically came at the feeling of your soaked cunt over his fingers.
“fuck, sweet girl.. soaking arent you?” he knew you couldn’t respond, hear you even. but he knew something was going on in your dream as you clenched at his words, making him bite his lip. you were a heavy sleeper, which meant he was able to do what he was about to do right now without you stirring. he shuffled down the bed, his face inches from your cunt as he leaned in and licked softly on your folds, moaning at the taste.
this wasn’t the first time he tasted you while you were asleep, and it wouldn’t be the last. but it was always a treat to wake up and see bucky’s face in between your legs with your slick covering his beard and up to his nose. he always looked perfect as he dove back in.
his tongue parted your folds gently, lapping up the slick you had in your cunt as he prodded your entrance with the tip of his tongue, the feeling of your soft walls on his tongue made him moan against your cunt, causing you to sleepily moan out.
“i know, baby, i know.” he murmured against your cunt as he kept licking, his hips rutting against the silk sheets, and he felt a small damp spot against his skin from his pre cum. you moved your hips closer against his face as he ate you out from behind, your fingers digging into the sheets and soft moans and whines slipping from your lips, dreaming of getting head from your partner.
he pulled away before your could cum, and he heard you whine his name sleepily, his cock twitching against him. your breathing was fast, your hard nipples rubbing against the lace, making him curse under his breath as he hovered over your body, pumping his cock a few times as he spread your ass cheeks again, pressing the tip of his cock against your dripping hole.
“bucky..” your eyes were still shut, not even responding to him as he teased your entrance with his cock. he propped himself on his left hand, as his other went to push your hair from your face to watch as you furrowed your eyebrows together as he pushed in, his forehead leaning on your shoulder.
“fuck, this pretty pussy feels so fucking good..” he nipped your skin softly as he lost himself completely in your warmth wrapped around his cock. you were always so tight around him, sucking him in and never wanting him to leave. he never would, anyways.
“buck..” you were moaning softly, pushing your ass closer against his hips, eyes screwed shut as he pulled out, whining when you felt him leave your cunt just for him to push back in and stretch you out again.
“youre so fuckin’ wet, dove. could just..” he slipped out, moaning softly at how soaked his cock was from just a few strokes. “slip right back in..” he slipped back into your cunt, pressing his hips flush against your ass. his large hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest, the fabric from your lingerie rubbing against his nipples making him moan softly against your neck his face was buried in.
he set a slow pace, listening to your soft breath, little moans and how wet your cunt was each time he pushed back in. he lost himself completely in your cunt, not even registering when you woke up, softly moaning his name.
“buck..?” you turned your head to look at him, before he pushed back into you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your cunt and a sharp whine coming from you.
“sorry to wake you princess.. pussy was jus’ so wet' when i came home.. had to feel it ‘round my cock.” your hands rested over his that were wrapped around your waist, sa he pressed down on your lower stomach and you could feel his cock as he pressed all the way into you. “you don’ mind, right?” you couldn’t think of even answering when he rolled over and had you on your stomach, your cheek against the pillow case and he sat back, spreading your ass cheeks all the way and watched his cock disappear into your cunt and moaned as he watched you clench around him.
“m-more.. bucky.. please..” he watched your eyes meet his as you pressed your ass further into his hands, a harsh smack coming down on your ass and making you moan in response. he loved watching your sleepy state fall deeper into sub space as he had his cock buried in your cunt.
“you wan’ more, sweet girl?” you whined as you nodded, moaning as his pace became faster, his large hands holding up your hips and he pushed the lingerie out of the way, watching your back arch to his touch.
“ill give ya’ more. since ya wanna put this pretty pussy on display for me when i get home like a lil slut.” he pushed your legs together and straddle your legs, making your pussy a little tighter and closed so his cock would just sink into your tight cunt. he opened his mouth and spit down onto his shaft as he slid back into you, a moa coming from your lps as you felt how wet it got as he pushed in and hit a new spot as your hips were angled up.
you couldn't help but look back at him, this 6’4 beefy man hovering over you and his lips parted as he watched his cock rut into you, a guttural moan as you clenched around him teasingly. he smelled like wood, musk, the lumberyard he worked away at. you let out a moan as you relaxed against his touch, just letting yourself feel the way his cock slid into you and how you so desperately didn’t want him to leave. you loved feeling him fill you up with his fat cock, his cum. the way you always felt so full of him made your pussy throb. the least you could do was let him lose himself in your cunt. you loved when your man was vocal, you loved making him fall apart in your cunt as you sucked him back in and you knew he loved it just as much.
his hands let go of your ass, trailing slowly up the curve of your back, moving so he separated your legs and wrapped his hands around your neck, pulling you up and squeezing just a little making you clench around him at the action.
his large frame was covering your, his hips thrusting in and out of you at a brutal place, your pussy making the sweetest noises for him, almost as pretty as the ones tumbling from your lips that were slick with spit as you kept licking them. he watched as you squeezed your eyes shut, a hand going from propping yourself p to play with your clit before he pulled it away, pinning it against your back. he squeezed your neck softly with his metal hand, his flesh hand keeping your hand from playing with yourself.
“bucky.. please..”
“you think you get to cum, huh? oh sweet girl.. shouldn’t have woken up.. shoulda let me play with my pretty pussy.. but ya had to be greedy didn't ya?” you whined under him, frustrated you weren’t allowed to cum. he could tell with the way you were trying to push harder up against him as he was fucking you, gripping his cock like a vice so he wouldn't leave and you could cum.
he let go of your neck, just to grab your other hand with his flesh hand and pin them against your back, pushing your face into the pillows with his metal hand and gripping your hair gently.
“here’s whats gonna happen, sweet girl,” he grunted as your ass was up in the air, soft moans filling the room of each other mixed with skin slapping on skin. “im gonna fill this greedy lil cunt up so deep with my cum you'll be leakin til mornin. keep my hard cock stuffed in your cunt all night so we don’t lose any, got it?” you nodded as you whined, feeling his cock push back into you like you could feel it up in your chest.
bucky was a big dude, he knew his size in girth and length for his cock and how wide his shoulders were, how strong his arms were and he definitely used it to his advantage. not that you minded anyways, it turned you on even more knowing how strong he could get with you.
“good fuckin’ girl. listenin’ just like you should.” his thrusts got sloppier each time he pushed into you, tears dampening the pillows as your orgasm was approaching, making him clamp down around you and you tried your hardest not to cum as the tip of his cock kept hitting your sweet spot over and over, even when he pressed himself so hard against you as he shot his load deep into your pussy.
“thas' it, dove. takin’ it so fuckin’ good for me.” he fucked his cum deeper into you, his cock not softening as he felt how wet your pussy was filled with his cum. he couldnt help himself as he kept coming, watching your cunt take all of his cock and cum.
as he slowed down, he let go of your hands, keeping his cock in you as he brought your wrists to his lips and kissed them tenderly, rubbing them with his thumb. you moved your neck to look behind you, but you couldn’t catch a glimpse of him as he rolled onto the bed with himself still in you and pulled you flush with his chest, peppering soft kisses against your shoulders.
“you're so good for me, princess. sleep tight.” he pushed his cock further into you, your pussy clamping down around him to keep him from leaving, not that he wanted to anyways. here’s to another night of cockwarming bucky filled with his cum.
— A/N: I hope you like it, dear anon! Beta-read by the amazing @bvccy 💗, beautiful divider by the @maysdigitalarts 🥰
— LINKS: [Masterlist❄], [Hydra Victorious AU].
You couldn't remember how many times his impressive cock sent you over the edge, but it didn’t really matter, cause you were not going to stop.
It was pretty amazing, how long he could still be so hard for. You were so lucky to have such an obedient super soldier under your command, with his unstoppable stamina and internal desire to be yours.
“F-fuck…a-ah yes,” you muttered, bouncing on his thick thigs. “Moy sladkiy mal'chik, making me feel so good. Do you like it, Soldat?” [My sweet boy.]
You gripped his jar, squeezing it a bit and forcing him to look at you, with his shiny blue eyes. Small, but lustful moans were escaping his parted lips, each time your hips were meeting his. “Y-yes, I…I do.” His panting breath made it hard for him to speak, but he was trying his best to be a good boy; a good boy for you.
Soldat has never felt so vulnerable as now, with his arms chained to the wall of his small cell; his body was completely covered in sweat, and his messy hair was falling down over his face. He was starved for your touch, in his attempts to catch your swollen nipples to suck them up; damn, you were such a tease.
You licked his lower lip, giving his head a slight pettings; he was so close right now, you could feel it with your inner walls, as his cock began to twitch. Soldat gritted his teeth, not daring to break the visual contact with you, and coaxing you to ride him faster.
“Keep your eyes on me, boy. I wanna see you coming, I…fuck — “
“Harder…harder please.”
You couldn't help but moan loudly, from the way his voice cracked and his face blushed; he was your everything, and so you were for him.
Wet slapping sounds filled up the space around you, as you both were about to explode from the overwhelming satisfaction; could it be even better?
It felt like he was reading your mind, as Soldat began to buck his hips up to yours, rolling them a bit to reach your most sensitive spot. Now when another coil in your lower belly was about to explode, your bodies were moving like a perfect mechanism. Shock waves of pleasure flowed through your nerves, and you had to put your hands onto his shoulders to balance yourself. Each release was more intense than the previous, but…this was on another level, especially when Soldat loaded his warm seed into your pulsating channel, filling you up completely. All this time, your trembling frames looked like snakes, fighting with each other for their lives.
“You belong to me, Soldat. Now and ever after.” You leaned down to kiss his neck, only to grip it after; his plump lips were still waiting for their turn. He gulped. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, as he was so desperate for your kiss,
“Ya tol'ko tvoy, malyshka.” [I’m only yours, baby.]
You gave him a happy smile, and covered his mouth with yours, nibbling his lower lip a bit. That was well-deserved praise, cause he was your good boy after all.
I literally can’t stop thinking about beefy!Bucky wearing your red lace panties. Just a giant man cramming his cock into your most delicate pair (his favorite on you) and begging for you to touch him, use him, fuck him, anything while you tease him.
“Ma’am, p-please, I can-I can’t. Oh, God. I need-”
“Need? Need what pretty boy? Use your words. Speak.” You say mockingly.
“Needa feel you, please. I’ll be so good. Be your good boy. Jus’ lemme feel you.”
And you’d trace his shoulders gently for a moment before responding: “Oh, baby, I don’t think so. See, I think you’d just blow your big load straight into mommy as soon as you felt me. So, no. I’m just gonna keep playing with you.”
Jesus Christ this has my head so painfully empty, I want to ruin that sweet subby boy and make him wear my pretty little lacy things
Because imagine the sight of his hard cock, aching and throbbing and trapped under lace, pressed flush with his body and making a patch of lace all slick with precum. You’ve hardly touched him, he’s getting off mainly on the praise and the embarrassment that comes with indulging in a fantasy he doesn't give in to very often.
The first time you call him your pretty boy, he loses it a little, his cheeks flushing and his eyes going a little hazy as he glances up at you through thick lashes. "You think I'm pretty, mommy?" He whispers, trying desperately to keep his thoughts together.
"You're so pretty, baby boy. So sweet like this. Look at that pretty cock stuffed in a little pair of panties. You like this, don't you? Like dressing up for mommy. My sweet slutty boy is making a mess on himself already." Your warm, soft voice makes him melt and he's squirming in an attempt to gain some friction against the lace.
His hips buck desperately, using your praise to get himself off, whining because it's not enough but he knows better than to touch himself. His dick belongs to mommy and he needs permission to touch it.
"Ma'am... 'm so close, oh please keep calling me pretty. I'll c-cum all over your panties mommy, gonna make such a nice mess for you. I promise I'll still make you feel s-so good. Just needa cum." He sounds desperate, almost pained and his cock reflects his frustration.
Without warning, you dip your head down, sucking on his sensitive tip over the lace and he can't fucking take it. The friction of the lace, the heat of your mouth, the wetness of his precum and the gentle press of your tongue makes him lose it, cumming all over himself but as soon as he starts, you take your tongue away and watch how his thick load saturates the pretty red lace. His cock twitches, pumping his release into the underwear but he doesn't soften in the slightest when he's done.
"There. You happy now? So desperate to cum you made a mess. It's okay baby, if you didn't look so pretty in those panties, I'd take them off you and stuff them in your mouth. But I think they deserve to stay on a little while longer." He sobs at your words, his eyes squeezed shut, nodding out a little agreement as your fingers run through his hair
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut, soft smut, non-descript smut, gun mention, mentions of death, mention of blood/injury, spy/agent stuff, pet name use, feels and softness
A/N: Like everyone else in this fandom, I’m enamoured by Nick and had to write something for him after seeing the film. So here’s a little something featuring our new love, and I’m thinking there will be more for him yet.
This got WAY SOFTER than I imagined, so enjoy the fluff and softness, I’m still quite happy with it. I ended up using a little pet name, which is inspired by @navybrat817, from their use of pet names in various AUs.🥰
I don’t think there’s anything spoilery here, but feel free to wait if you haven’t seen the movie yet. Anyway, enough from me, thank you so much for reading!❤️
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Pairing: Soft!Alpha!husband!Lee Bodecker x afab!gn!omega!spouse!reader
TW: smut, heavy breeding kink, reader in heat
MINORS DNI !!! 🔞
Summary: Reader is in heat, and their husband Lee helps them out
A/N: this one goes out to @strwbrrybucky who asked for Alpha!Bucky stuff earlier this evening, which I saw, looked at this half finished mess, thought “close enough” and am now serving up like half cooked spaghetti
“Welcome home, Sheriff.” You say, brandishing a weak smile and greeting your husband as he walked in the door. Normally at this time, you’d be downstairs in the kitchen, ready to serve dinner, but last night your heat struck you extremely hard, causing you to curl up in bed all day with the scent of your lover. Lee walks closer to you and sits on the side of the bed next to you, laying his hand gently on your thigh and earning and soft whimper from your lips.
“Baby,” he says, lips wet and eyes furrowed, “you’re all miserable. How can I help?”
He’s worried. You’ve had some nasty heats before, but never one this intense.
You look up at him, eyes tired and barely open, “Lee, I need you. Bad. Need your cock. Can’t wait.”
And yes, he feels the lust, but more so he feels the need to care for his darling Omega.
“Just lay back darlin’. Jus’ like that. Atta’ doll.” He says, coaxing you into position.
He begins to fumble with a rubber from the side table.
“Lee,”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Told you I can’t wait. Just fuck me. Don’t care if you knock me up. It don’t matter. I can’t-I can’t take it. Thought about it all day Lee, want your pups. Wan’ be filled up ‘n carryin’ ‘em by mornin’ time. Please, Lee. Please.”
His cock hardens further, almost painfully, and he cups your face.
“Sweet darlin’, I hope ya feel all the love I got for ya. You don’t gotta beg. Gonna give it all to ya. I promise.” He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and begins to tease your folds with his tip, enjoying the feeling of your slick on his head.
“Now, c’mon,” He whispers, his hot breath making you moan. “We oughta get started if we wanna make this litter stick.”
He inserts himself and gives you a moment to adjust. You beg for his movement, and he obeys. You are his, he tells you this over and over while intertwining your fingers, admiring your wedding rings.
“Ya feel my cock, sugar? Deep in that belly ‘a yours? ‘As where ‘m gonna put our pups. Nice ‘n deep. Make sure you're big n’ round in no time. Gonna cum deep inside this sweet little ‘mega cunt. Make sure ya feel me for days. Want you to be walkin’ around leakin’ a lil’ bit.”
You’re starting to fall apart. Words become incoherent. The only things that escape your lips are broken moans and a chant of his name.
“God, doll, you’re gonna be so fuckin’ gorgeous just waddlin’ ‘round this house. Don’t know if I’ll be able to keep ma hands off-a ya. Gonna keep fillin’ ya up, too. Gonna keep havin’ litters ‘til ya can’t take no more. Want this whole house just filled with our brats, baby.”
“Lee, oh God-” You cum with a broken cry. He is not far after. Lee keeps himself sheathed in your warmth for quite some time before pulling out and placing a pillow below your hips.
“I love you, sugar.”
“Mmm, Lee, I love you more.”
“Doubt, it darlin’” He says, a smile plastered wide on his face.
this fic is 18+ only. minors do not interact. by pressing read more you are telling me you are 18+.
“oh sweet thing.. look at you. begging and crying just to be fucked. it’s pathetic, really. how easily you open your legs to me, whining and whimpering like the little omega i know you are.” he watched as you panted heavily, tears pricking your eyes from how agonizingly slow he was pumping his fingers into your tight heat. you needed his whole fist, knuckle deep even but you knew you weren’t going to get it. he was the alpha, he was in control.
“p-please i.. i need it..” you could only respond in a beg, arching your back just slightly in hopes to feel more of this fingers, but that only earned you a harsh slap to your clit, making a small yelp fall from your swollen and bruised lips from biting them too much.
“silly little omega. don’t you understand? i own this pussy. i’ll play her exactly how i want to. understand?” the authority that dripped from his tone only made you want him more, made you submit to him easier and he knew that. he knew how easy it was to look at you with hard eyes and a dominating tone that made your knees buckle and your cunt wet. he knew exactly how to get you riled up, in a mood and begging for him to fuck you.
his fingers filled you up in a different way than his cock. they went deeper than his dick did, but his fingers couldn’t give you that pleasurable stretch that turned from pain to pleasure as soon as he was a few strokes in. your mouth watered at the thought of his cock stuffed full in you, feeling the tip bulge through the bottom of your tummy. you didn’t realize you were squeezing his fingers until he curled them inside of you, watching you from in between your legs.
“something else on your mind, omega? tell me sweet thing, what is it?” you shook your head, too embarrassed to tell him your fantasies. that didn’t sit well with bucky, though. because as soon as he saw your head shake side to side, his fingers disappeared from your cunt, making it clench around nothing as it missed his fingers. he stroked your clit with his slick covered fingers, looking up at you.
“wanna try that again?” you let out a soft sigh, looking away and squeezing your eyes shut before whining out.
“just want your cock, alpha. please. need you to breed me, mark me as yours.” you felt too embarrassed by the words leaving your mouth. bucky growled lowly below you, nipping at the inside of your thigh making you yelp, your gaze directly going towards him. silently, his eyes locked with yours as he stuck his tongue out and pressed his two digits coated with your arousal on his tongue, bringing his tongue and fingers into his mouth, and he sucked. he sucked your slick coating his digits off clean, moaning softly as he tasted you on his tongue, reaching every single tastebud. you tasted divine, a taste he knew that he would be able to get for the rest of his life if you allowed him to. and knowing how addicted you were to him, how attatched you were to him and his scent, he knew you’d let him.
he slowly crawled up and hovered over you after he cleaned his fingers clean of you, his nose nudging under your jaw, biting the sweet spot he knew you loved so much. you let out a soft whine, your hands splaying over his bare back, fingers tracing the rough scared edges where metal met flesh. he let out a soft moan, your touch turning him on even more, and you felt his cock pressed heavily against the inside of your thigh, the tip of his cock leaking pre-cum nudging against your clit.
he hoped so badly you would chose him and his home for your nest, wanting to make so many pups with you, to care for and raise because he knew you’d make the perfect little mommy omega. he could just picture it now, your belly swelled with his pups, a hand over top of your tummy and the brightest pregnancy glow he’d ever seen in a woman.
“please.. bucky..” you were tired of begging, tired of the ache between your legs that was unsatisfied from his fingers leaving your cunt early. you felt his lips that were against your neck spread into a smirk, his hips slowly grinding against the outside of your pussy and making you moan softly with each nudge of the tip of his cock on your clit. if he kept this up, you knew you’d be able to cum. but you didn’t want that, you wanted his cock inside of you and wanted to cream on his dick.
“sweet little omega, i’ll give you everything and more that you want. my heart, my nest, my pups. anything you could ever need.” his voice was soft and heavy against your skin, the dull tip of his cock poking at your entrance. he was being sweet and slow, something you weren’t used to with other alphas. but if bucky was anything, he wasn’t like the others.
he took his time with you, woo’d you over, had you meet his family, took you on dates and made sweet love to you anytime he could and anytime you wanted it. he made sure to make sure you knew how much he wanted you, how much he needed you.
how much he loved you.
“such a pretty thing..” the sound of his voice was muffled against your skin as he kissed over your neck, pushing his hips deeper into you slowly, stretching your cunt out to the size of him. you sucked in a breath as you adjusted to his size, your hands pulling his body flush with your chest. the feeling of your breasts squished against his body drove him mad, how soft and delicate your skin was against his warm and thick skin. he elbows were positioned next to your head so he was leaning over you, his hips fully laying on top of yours as he finally bottomed out, his cock fitting snug into your cunt.
he could stay buried inside you for the rest of his life, the fluttering over your soft walls around his hard cock made him practically moan, the way you breathed heavier than usual in his ear.
“my omega..” he groaned in your ear as he nibbled on your earlobe, pulling his hips back before stroking slowly back into you, the moans of the two of you dancing together in the silent night. it was sensual, loving and delicate. the way his body worked fluidly into yours, playing your body just right to get the sweetest notes from your lips.
“yours, alpha.. only yours.” he moaned softly as he reached over and grabbed a pillow, sitting back and placing it under your hips, getting a newer and deeper angle that made you moan louder than before. his hand pressed onto your lower belly as he pushed in again, the bulge fo the tip of his cock pushing through your tummy.
“feel me, baby? that’s how deep i’m gonna cum in you, make it stick for a few pups. make you mine.” the lust in his eyes swam through his baby blues, licking his bottom lip as he watched you grip the sheets next to your body. his fingers traced the sides of your body, muttering a soft, “beautiful” as he felt your walls fluttering around him.
his thumb came down to your pulsing clit, rubbing soft and quick circles, making you groan out in response. you felt the knot in your tummy form, wanting nothing more than to cum on his cock and have him fill you up with his cum.
“i’m gonna cum, please cum with me alpha.. please..” he couldn’t deny you, could he? the way you begged and pleaded for him to cum inside you while you creamed on his cock had his balls tighten as he felt you clench around him. your back arched off the bed and your knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets harder, his long and deep thrusts speeding up just a smidge as he fucked you through your high, shortly following you afterwards.
as he came, he moaned out loud, gripping the sides of your hips and pulling you as close as possible to his pelvis, thick hot white ropes spilling deep inside your cervix. he fucked his cum back into you as you felt it overfill your pussy and onto the bedsheets.
“making such a mess.. fuck,” he paused his strokes and reached over the nightstand for a plug, pulling his cock out and saw you clench your pussy to keep his cum in. “such a good girl, keeping your alpha’s cum inside your sweet cunt. this’ll help.” he pushed the cool plug into your pussy and you groaned softly at the overstimulation, but not caring as long as it meant you could carry his pups.
"Fuck, harder," you moaned, looking at Lee's face in the mirror.
He groaned, almost like a snarl, at your command and picked up his pace, thrusting harder and yanking your hips back each time. You watched him through the mirror, watched how his face turned red and sweat formed on his hairline. His uniform was rumbled, trousers around his ankles. You own blouse was ripped open and your pencil skirt punched up at your waist. With each smack of skin, the more your body shook with need.
"Shit," he groaned. "Fuckin' whore, you already gonna cum on my dick? Fucking slut for a fat cock." He smacked your ass hard, "ya have one good day in court and act like ya fuckin' own the place. Well darlin' I'm the fuckin' law 'round here."
He smacked you again and again and all you could do was moan louder and louder. Your pussy clenched around his cock as you came and Lee picked up his pace to chase his own release.
"Fuck you," you whimpered, struggling to hold yourself up at the sink as the man you hate most in the world railed into you.
"What was that darlin', cum inside me?"
"I swear to god you fucking piece of shit if you do that-"
"You'll what, ya goddamn slut? What the fuck are you gonna do about it?"
There was a flash of fear across your face and you struggled to meet Lee's gaze. With that, he came across your ass, spreading his cum across each cheek.
"Fuckin' bastard," you seethed, glaring at Lee.
"Yeah, and you're a goddamn whore, don't you have a deposition to get to?"
Had a thot and bear with me, I’m VERY rusty with writing:
The deposition takes little to no time. Both witnesses questioned and provided an airtight alibi for Lee’s “perp.” Another arrest dismissed.
As you exit the bathroom stall, Lee barges in, his eyes throwing daggers, “You proud of yourself, letting that Russell boy loose? He’s a problem!” At this point Lee’s demeanor doesn’t phase you, despite his rank he’s another chuff like the rest of the “law enforcement” in this town. You roll your eyes and mockingly coo “Aww, it’s alright sheriff. Can’t win ‘em all. Here,” you shove the case folder, “consider this a consolation prize.” You smirk and spin on your heel and walk out of the restroom. Lee clicks his tongue and huffs at your departure but turns his attention to the case folder, another late night of paperwork no doubt. When he flips it open his eyes bug out of his head. Inside the folder are nothing but your panties, still damp from the earlier afternoon, and two notes. One note with your address and phone number and the other with three words: “Bring the handcuffs.”
"Fuck, harder," you moaned, looking at Lee's face in the mirror.
He groaned, almost like a snarl, at your command and picked up his pace, thrusting harder and yanking your hips back each time. You watched him through the mirror, watched how his face turned red and sweat formed on his hairline. His uniform was rumbled, trousers around his ankles. You own blouse was ripped open and your pencil skirt punched up at your waist. With each smack of skin, the more your body shook with need.
"Shit," he groaned. "Fuckin' whore, you already gonna cum on my dick? Fucking slut for a fat cock." He smacked your ass hard, "ya have one good day in court and act like ya fuckin' own the place. Well darlin' I'm the fuckin' law 'round here."
He smacked you again and again and all you could do was moan louder and louder. Your pussy clenched around his cock as you came and Lee picked up his pace to chase his own release.
"Fuck you," you whimpered, struggling to hold yourself up at the sink as the man you hate most in the world railed into you.
"What was that darlin', cum inside me?"
"I swear to god you fucking piece of shit if you do that-"
"You'll what, ya goddamn slut? What the fuck are you gonna do about it?"
There was a flash of fear across your face and you struggled to meet Lee's gaze. With that, he came across your ass, spreading his cum across each cheek.
"Fuckin' bastard," you seethed, glaring at Lee.
"Yeah, and you're a goddamn whore, don't you have a deposition to get to?"
Just imagine Nick with his girl in a chill day. Like, just in the bed, naked and eating ( anything that you think 😏).
Maybe a little bit of eating, nonnie. 😏
Wake Up Call
Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader
Summary: Just a morning in bed with NIck.
Word Count: Over 900
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, possessive behavior, brief oral sex (f. receiving), brief unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), married life, Nick Fowler (he’s a warning, okay?).
A/N: You all know me by now. Not beta read and written on my phone, any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment if you feel inclined!
Keeping you in bed is one of Nick's favorite things. He should have felt guilty since he was going to wake you up early, knowing he wore you out the night before. But you're the one who made him so insatiable and he wouldn't be denied. Pulling the sheet away, his gaze roamed your body possessively. Your eyes opened briefly in protest as you curled up for warmth.
Nick was always enthralled when he saw the love for him in your eyes. His own reflected the same, but with an intensity that would make most go still. And that was the difference between the two of you. While you were soft, warm and inviting, he was the rough edges that left invisible marks along you, claiming you as his.
Like your wedding ring.
He took your hand in his, admiring the band circling your finger as he brought it closer to his face. He had it made just for you because you were one of a kind. Smiling to himself, he pressed his lips against it. Part of him wondered if you ever compared the ring to a shackle, keeping you chained to him for all time.
He would never let you go.
You made a small sound in the back of your throat as his lips moved to your wrist. He smirked as he tongue stroked along your racing pulse, the way it would move against your sweet pussy. "Go back to sleep if you want, sweetheart," he mumbled against your skin, even as he shifted to lay you on your back.
"Can't. I'm cold," you mumbled back, but your legs fell open, beckoning and begging for him to take you.
What kind of husband would he be if he didn't oblige?
"Are you?" he asked, his fingertips ghosting along your cheek before he bent his head to take possession of your mouth. Just as your legs opened for him, so did your lips. So soft and pliant, urging him to take you over completely. He'd make sure the heat of his body would warm you as he split you open. "Mmm. You can still sleep with my cock inside you. Keep you nice and full."
You moved restlessly underneath him before he settled between your legs, spreading them more with his hands. The mewl you let out when his teeth nipped and scraped over your inner thigh made his need rise to the surface. "Please, don't tease me."
"You're the fucking tease," he groaned, his tongue easing some your undoubted ache as he licked a stripe along your slit. Oh, you'll ache when I'm done with you. "Going to bed naked and ready for me."
As if he'd let you sleep any other way. Lingerie was always discarded or ruined before the night was over. He swore you bought some of it to test his patience. Whether he ripped it to shreds or slowly undressed you, he always had you squeezing around his cock by the time he was done with you. The way it would always be.
"Who said I was ready for you?"
The hunger in his eyes shifted to determination as he smirked up at you. Oh, you're in one of those moods. "You're not?" he questioned, gently spreading your lips with his fingers as if to inspect you. "You feel wet," he murmured before he licked you again. "Mmm. And you taste ready for me," he added, using his tongue to fully explore your walls. He wanted to bury his cock in the warm haven of your body, but not until you begged.
"Nick," you whined when you pushed your hips against his face, his hand firmly holding you down.
"Said you were cold. That you wanted to sleep," he taunted, flicking your clit. He loved watching your body jerk when he was still in control. "I said you can still sleep with me inside you. So close your eyes. Dream of my mouth on your sweet pussy before I stretch you with my cock."
"Fuck, please!" you cried as your hand flew to his hair.
"Please, what?" he asked, wrapping his lips around your bundle of nerves and humming. He knew your body, knew what buttons to push. He could bring you to the edge and pull you back before you could fall. And he could do it long enough that you drenched him by the time he made you come. "Tell your husband what you want and maybe I'll give it to you."
He lifted his head again to watch your breasts rise and fall, tempting him to grab the nipple clamps. Later. "Please, let me have your cock," you begged, smiling down at him. "Ruin me. Show me why I'm yours."
Just like he knew what buttons to push, you knew how to push his as well. You fed his possessive nature well. You were perfect for him. And his cock had been hard with need the moment he pulled the sheet from your body. "Say it again," he demanded as he stroked himself.
"Ruin me, Nick. Don't you want to take care of your wife?"
Fucking minx, sweetheart. You drive me crazy. He wrenched a cry from your throat as he sheathed you, grabbing your chin as he stretched over you. "You know… I said you could close your eyes, but I changed my mind. Watch me ruin you before I fuck you to sleep."
Worshiping Lee Bodecker’s soft tum. He may or may not be insecure
Oh God, this 😮💨. I am perpetually thinking about it tbh. Because I just know people in town make fun of him for his weight, if his s/o did body worship to any part of him (but especially his tummy) he would just cum come apart. I think it would be one of the few ways to get him to genuinely blush too.
Nonnie, you are NOT alone in this thot,,,like at all,,,
god nonnie. feeling his tummy up against your back as he’s behind you and bent you over the table fucking you into the wooden surface. and it drives you NUTS
- you’re on your knees, his thighs spread wide as he sits on the couch and you’re perfectly inbetween them. your mouth wrapped around this thick cock with your nose brushing against the base of his pelvis and you can feel his tummy against your face. his thick thighs are clenching under your hands as you aren’t allowed to touch while he thrusts up into your mouth.
“babygirl.. mouth feels so good..” and his moans are going straight to your cunt as he stills his hips and the tip of his cock pressing against the back of your throat as he cums down your throat
Pairing: Club Owner!Nick Fowler x Female Reader, Bouncer!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Nick Fowler x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes
Summary: Nick wants what Bucky has.
Word Count: Over 1.7k
Warnings: Dubcon (please do not read if this upsets you), explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), threesome, spitroasting, power dynamics, possessive behavior, jealousy, slight gun play, porn with some feels (it’s me), Nick Fowler and Bucky Barnes (they are warnings, okay?).
A/N: Nightclub AU! I know I have these two men in a couple of other fics, but I enjoy their dynamic. Beta read by the beautiful @sweeterthanthis who let me spitball this with her ( and @sgt-seabass, thank you, lovely), but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @its-just-may. Moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment if you feel inclined!
The beat from the music downstairs vibrated through the walls as Nick sat in his chair. The burn of the whiskey did little to soothe him as he finished his glass, his eyes fixated on your face as you shut your eyes. No, that wouldn’t do. He wanted you to look at him. Needed your gorgeous eyes on him, so you could see what was coming next.
Warnings: Rough smut, oral (fem receiving), choking, size kink, praise kink, primal play, housewife kink, mentions of canon level violence (not towards reader), protective Ari. Ari is 6'6".
Word count: 1.8K
a/n: Written on my phone, I'll edit it later. Unbeta'd.
Music filters out of your phone on the counter. Dancing in front of the stove, you shrink back from the heat pouring over your face when you open the oven door. The fragrant scents of your garlic roasted chicken drift up, you inhale it with a smile. Ari is going to love this. You’re pairing it with a few of his favorite sides and you can’t wait for him to try your new recipe.
You chuckle softly, remembering the last time you tried something new, he ate every last salty, burned bite of the dish despite your insistence that he didn’t have to.
Closing the door, you turn down the heat, letting everything simmer. All you have to do is finish setting the table and grab his beer out of the fridge. His meeting should be almost over..
You take a step back, smoothing your hands down the front of your dress. He bought it for you a week ago; it fits you perfectly, enhancing your curves and the color is beautiful.
You take two steps away from the stove, turning towards the bridge when a loud bang startles you. It coming from the front of the house. A second loud boom travels throughout the halls, a shriek snakes up your throat, your heart pounds in your chest. You look around frantically, fear slivers down your spine, freezing you in place. Then you hear the rapid rhythmic stomping of something, someone coming down the hall.
You’re about to dive for the gun he has hidden under the table when you hear your name, growled, low and dark in his throat.
You recognize that voice.
You recognize that tone.
Ari.
He storms into the kitchen, and he sucked all the air out of the room with his domineering presence. Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes raking up and down the disheveled man. You’ve seen Ari when he’s angry, but this-this is something different. More primal. His large hands grab the sides of the doorway, his upper body leaning towards you as if he’s physically holding himself back. Small splatters of crimson pepper his white shirt, the stains spreading across his collar.
Ari cracks his neck, the low crunching noise as he rolls his shoulders makes you take a step back. Deep blue eyes travel up your body, past your bare feet to your calves, his lip twitches and his grip tightens, the wood creaking faintly. He continues his perusal of your trembling body, sweeping back and forth cautiously, thoughtfully, as if he’s searching for something.
His solemn gaze land on your face, lingering on your lips before finding your wide eyes. A flash of relief crosses his face before more rage seeps in, enhancing his stunning features. “Run.”
Your brows furrow, licking your dry lips, you scoff out a confused “what?”
Ari stands up straight, his head brushing the top of the doorframe. His deft fingers grasp the front of his shirt and he rips it open, buttons hitting the floor with sharp pings. “Run. Now. Sunshine.”
You can’t.
He’s blocking the only way in and out of the kitchen.
You can’t run.
You study his hands, watching as his shirt flutters to the floor, he pulls off his belt in one swift motion. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to run.”
Your eyes flicker up to his face and your belly drops. He knows you can’t get out here. He knows, and he’s doing this on purpose. Heat, arousal, and anticipation swirl in your fluttering belly before settling between your thighs. Your panties cling to you, drenched.
You take a step back, he follows. Every small step is met with his long, measured stride, slowly unbuttoning his pants, he smirks down at you.
“When I catch you, I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go Sunshine.” His voice is low, gravelly, and taunting.
A predator hunting down his prey.
You keep moving, your chest rising and falling rapidly, unable to tamp down your growing excitement. His bulge getting bigger and bigger every second.
He’s caging you in.
You’re running out of room.
Ari’s purposely advancing on you, his darkening eyes never leaving your face, full pink lips twisted into a devious smirk.
Your foot slips on the slippery floor.
“Oh shit Ari-,” you gasp, reaching out to steady yourself. The back of your thighs hit the edge of the table. He crosses the remaining space in two long strides, standing so close you can feel the heat radiating off the large body.
“You really should have run, Sunshine.” His voice deepens, the warning in his tone goes straight to your aching pussy and you clench down. Ari reaches inside his boxers, your knees almost buckle at the sight of his long, thick cock, hard and leaking, a bead of precum rolling off his swollen head.
There’s no time to think, to react. Not with him so fucking close, his cock brushes over your belly, his masculine cologne filling your nose. Ari seems even bigger than usual, towering over you, making you feel petite. Without another word, he spins you around, your hands hitting the table, knocking over the plate you set down earlier. He’s treating your body like it belongs to him, hooking his hand under your thigh, spreading you open.
“Ari-“ his name ends in a soft moan. “Oh fuck-“
Normally he eases you into, takes his time with foreplay, doesn’t fuck you until you’re on the brink of begging. But right now, he can’t wait any longer, twisting your panties to the side, he sends up a silent thanks that you’re so wet for him, he could feel your slick coating your thighs when he grabbed you.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, lining his throbbing cock up with your hot, drenched pussy. And he pushes into with one firm stroke, your velvety walls clamping down on him, Ari’s broken groans drowning out your own soft sobs.
Pleasure laced with a sweet burning sensation pulses up your spine. You take in a breath, your hands forming fist as he languidly eases out of you, inch by inch. He slams back into you; the wet sloshing sound resounding in your ears as you stretch to fit his thick cock. He angles up, moving deeper and deeper until he’s in your belly.
“Oh god, oh god oh fuck,” you moan, your chin dropping to your chest, unable to support your own weight as he pounds into you. The fast, controlled pace lets his cock hit that sweet, sensitive spot until your vision blurs with unshed tears.
“It ain’t god making you feel like this sunshine,” Ari states, breathlessly. He stares down at your writhing body, his gaze flickering between your head lolled to the side, mouth slack, and his cock disappearing in and out of your tight cunt. He bends down, his large hand wrapping around your throat, pulling you up until your back is flush with his chest.
“Who’s making you feel good?” There’s a desperation in his voice that you’re not used to, it’s as if he needs to hear his name on your tongue.
“You are-Ari, only you, oh fuck” you breathe, digging your nails into his wrists. This new angle is letting him go even deeper, his hips grinding into you. “Ari, don’t stop, please don’t-“
“I won’t, not until you cum for me. “He drops his head along the curve of your shoulder, nipping your skin
You’re unaware that you’re chanting his name, you don’t think you can take anymore; it feels too good; shards of exquisite sensations swirling up, the pleasure enhanced by the pressure on your throat, you’re getting lightheaded, all you can feel right now is him-Ari, his warm, firm chest through the thin material of your dress, a rough, scarred hand moving up your thigh until the pad of his fingers circles your swollen clit tenderly, a direct contrast to the rough, way he’s fucking you. “I got you, just take it Sunshine, lemme feel you cum on my cock, there ya go.”
You clench down around him, his strokes falter as your orgasm unfurls inside you, an endless sultry white-hot wave of pleasure surges up, rushing across your body. Your body tenses, a thin gasp escaping your lips. Ari fucks you through it until you go limp around him. You would collapse to the tiled floor if he weren’t holding you.
He circles his hips erratic thrusting, once, twice then he groans your name as he spills inside you, relishing in the feel of your fluttering walls around his cock, murmuring soft praises as you pant. He slips out of you, turning your pliant body around and placing you on the table.
“What the fuck was that?” Dropping back, you rest on your elbows, he tears your ruined panties off, putting them in his pocket. “I’m not complaining, but you haven’t gone all cavemen since that night-“ you gesture with your fingers.
A rueful smile tugs at his lips and for a minute he stares down at you, his eyes watching his cum drip out of your swollen pussy. He sighs, carding his hand through his damp locks. You don’t think he’s going to answer; he pulls out the chair and sits in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs. “Some punk thought he could threaten you," he responds quietly.
“Oh,” you respond, trying to keep the amusement out of your voice.
That explains it.
Ari barely tolerates people looking at you. He always says you’re the only light, his sunshine, in his dark, merciless world and he refuses to let anyone take you from him.
You don’t bother to ask what he did to whoever was stupid enough to mention your name in front of your man.
After all you were there when the Drysdale heir thought his legacy could shield him after he smacked your ass at a party.
You didn’t know Ari could toss another grown man through a window until that night.
It was impressive and you thanked him very throughly for protecting you.
"Did you toss this one off a roof or something?" You laugh, raising your eyebrows playfully.
Ari glares at you, but all the heat and rage in his blue eyes are gone, only the possessive love and neediness you’re accustomed to seeing remains. “I may have overreacted.”
You laugh knowing he's not going to tell you what he did, so you turn your attention to charred food on the stove. “Ya think? I hope you weren’t hungry because I’m pretty sure our dinner is burned by now”
“That’s on you for not running.” His sharp retort makes you laugh harder. Ari grumbles under his breath, something about eating until he's full, his hands moving under your ass, lifting you until your pussy is in his face. “I got something better right here.”
“Ari-“ You squeal, his tongue sliding through your messy folds. “Oh you’re filthy.”
“Not my fault your pussy tastes so damn good,” he mumbles, sucking your clit into his mouth, a burst of sensations takes you off guard and your elbows slip, your back hits the table with a soft thud. “Now lay there and let me enjoy my meal.”
