a/n: a fake dating/assistant professor!reader/*cough* FWB *cough* series that i outlined in a single night in an absolutely caffeinated frenzy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
although every song on kyle selig's album gives me frank vibes, this is specifically named after the titular song, careful days
“Hey, Frank.” You clear your throat theatrically as you lean your hip bone against his door, toeing cutely at the rubber stop wedging it open. “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you busy?”
His left eye twitches slightly. “I'm clearly in the middle of office hours.”
The two students facing Frank now turn to you, their grins giving away their shared joy. “It's okay, we can come back later.” They close their notebooks, gather their purple pens, chirp “Have a good afternoon, Professor Adler!” and duck outside, giggling.
Frank waits until they’re out of earshot before cracking his neck, annoyed. “I swear, you like doing that.”
You laugh. “What?”
“Convincing half the undergraduate population that we’re secretly sleeping together.” He rakes his hand through his short brown hair, slumping in his seat and groaning.
Your nose scrunches. “It's ‘cause they all have a big fat crush on you, and I like seeing ‘em squirm.”
Frank grinds his teeth as he stares at his white speckled ceiling, identical to the one in your office down the hall. “Big fat crush?” he repeats woefully.
“Do you not read your own course evaluations?” You partially close the door, fake-quoting: “You have to take Truth and Logic with Professor Adler. He’s so sexy and tall, and he grades easy.”
“Well, that has nothing to do with my course.” He spins his chair, grimacing. “And I’m not even that tall.”
“Why do you think those girls were just here, huh?” You narrow your eyes. “To have a rousing academic discussion?”
“You’re just jealous.” His gaze drops to you, tongue in cheek.
Your thumb runs over the printed flyer folded in your palm, which you ripped from a bulletin board by the women’s bathroom.
“I'm trying to look out for you, Adler.” Shrugging, you sink into the stiff wooden chair his overeager student once occupied. “If you end up sleeping with an undergrad, it would devastate your career,” you laugh, “or whatever it is you philosophers do, exactly.”
Frank blinks in disbelief, but you know when he’s stamping down a smile. He rotates his seat and logs into his computer. “What do you want?”
You unfold the paper, inhaling, then nudge aside his philosophy texts to spread it flat in the middle of his desk. “I see your mom’s coming to campus.”
His brow furrows at the academic portrait of the woman centered on the page, the black-and-white wash making her appear austere, distant, and pale. “Uh, yeah.”
You straighten your spine, proud of the accuracy of your guess. With two Professor Adlers in Boston—one at BU and one at MIT—you figured this mysterious third Adler must be related. “I wanna meet her.”
His long eyelashes flutter shut. “Why?”
“To see if the apple fell far from the tree.” You’d bet good money on this woman being as grumpy as her son.
He laughs briefly, then stands, stacking some paper packets and moving them to the other side of the room.
A couple sheets float to the floor, yet you forge on. “Did you ever have a British accent?”
He probably called her Mum. Went to some fancy primary school and wore those tiny schoolboy uniforms. The thought brings you delight.
“I never lived in England.”
You frown. “You could have inherited one from her.”
“Seriously, why?” Frank bends a knee to study the titles lining his bookshelf, removing one of the hardcover references and returning to his desk. Opening it with a faint thud right on top of his mother’s photograph.
“Networking, mostly.”
From what you read online, the great Evelyn Adler studied mathematics at Cambridge, a university older than the United States itself. Ever since they hung the flyers, you’ve daydreamed about charming the pants off the severe-looking blonde and finding yourself lecturing at one of Europe’s finest institutions only a few months later. You even started collecting your best work, imagining yourself at an interview.
“She must know a lot of people,” you add, watching Frank flip lethargically through pages of his book. “This is my chance to get out of Boston.”
He raises his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you wanted to do that.”
“I think it’d be an adventure.”
You liked it here, but the city had been the background of your entire life, a boring and unchanging presence that needed refreshing. Your old classmates and former students had begun writing you emails, attaching pictures of them posing happily, with iconic world landmarks on the horizon.
You weren’t jealous, exactly, but tired of your feet trudging across the old concrete foundation of Boston University’s campus every day. Could you survive another semester of the same commute, the same half-asleep undergrads, the same four walls? You honestly weren’t sure.
Frank’s sister, Diane, had had adventures like these. She has touched almost every corner of the globe, combining her considerable brainpower with any mathematician who's ever been worth a damn. The rumor flying around was that she was constructing a proof for the Navier-Stokes problem. A Millennium Problem.
Frank scratches his beard. He appears to browse randomly, turning another hundred pages or so. “And what does this have to do with me?”
You scoff. “Frank, c’mon. Don’t be stupid.”
He catches your eye as you rise, sitting coyly on the edge of his desk, further displacing his things. He catches his stapler before it topples to the floor and throws you a momentary glare.
You lean into your hand planted behind you. “She’s way more likely to put in a good word for a dear friend of her only son.”
His bitter tone fades slightly. “The key being, we’re not friends.”
Your mouth drops open, releasing a short puff of air. “Of course we are! We have that cute banter thing going on.” You shrug up to your ears, hoping to come across as positively adorable.
When you first got hired, Frank offered to help you move your supplies out of your car and into your office six doors down from his. Nervous for your new job, you probably didn’t talk as much as you normally would have, giving off the illusion of being a chill and pleasant person. He even let you borrow his blue tape to hang your posters, transforming the stale walls into something resembling a home.
“I’m Frank Adler,” he said afterward, sticking out his arm. “Welcome to BU.”
By the look adorning his face now, he’s probably regretted that act of kindness every day since.
With a whoosh, he removes the flyer from beneath the thick book, jerking it toward you. “Just go to the lecture and talk to her after.”
“You’re not going?” You take it, haphazardly pushing it inside your pocket. His seriousness begins to throw you off; he usually reserves this mood for his deep-voiced lectures, a piece of chalk dancing between his fingers.
He’s the kind of professor to still use chalk.
“Why not?”
“First of all,” he says, eyebrows raising, “it’s about women in academia.”
You fight your grin. “Do you not support women in academia?”
His head dips low, his voice even lower. “And I’m already being forced to go to dinner with her that night.”
You inhale slowly, your lips pursed in embarrassment as you watch him shake out of his daze, tapping his keyboard with unnecessary vigor.
Dismounting from his desk, you poke the messy stacks of books, gradually pushing them back to their original positions. You release the air, self-conscious of how shaky it sounds when it drains away. “I shouldn’t have asked.” It’s a question, and a realization.
Admittedly, you didn’t have much insight into your coworkers' families—brief glints here and there, weddings and newborns and proud-making eldest sons, all shared over coffee in the lounge—but maybe you should’ve noticed just how little Frank spoke about his.
His jaw shifts. “You couldn’t have known.”
You mutter a hasty sorry and exit his office, barely hearing Frank’s soft-spoke reassurance that it's all fine.
With a strained, polite smile, you greet the colleagues meandering in the hallways before shutting yourself inside your room, not bothering to flick the lights. You open your current research project, burying your nose in the pixels of your laptop screen and hoping they’ll dispel the guilt inside your belly.
Anyone with half a brain would have approached the topic of family with more sensitivity and grace. And they definitely wouldn’t have neglected to notice someone’s glaring discomfort for the sake of making some stupid jokes.
Especially if that someone was Frank.
Your space illuminates once you’re three references deep, trying to find additional evidence to support your working thesis. Your eyes tear from a particularly dry abstract to find the man himself, arms crossed, leaning on your doorframe.
“You should come to the dinner,” he murmurs, shoulders hunched.
You'll do it. Anything to bring back the lightness and humor that usually colored your conversations with your favorite fellow down the hall.
Though, you'd never admit that he's your favorite.
"Okay." Still, you're confused. "Why?"
Frank smiles. “If you’re there, maybe she’ll criticize you instead of me and my sister.”
I used to hate Chris Evans with the buzz cut but you're forcing me to change my mind with all those pics of him with that haircut star! 😶😩
Okay. But mafia Chris though 👀 has the buzz cut😌 . My NSFW thots below. No minors. Inspired by this gif
You're riding him, his warm hair-covered chest pressed into yours, his head tipped back, grunting filthy curses under his breath, his large hands digging into your waist. He's getting close and while you're not quite there, you want him to break.
Because you know he's going to go feral if you make him cum first. And there's nothing better than when your man loses control and takes it out on your pussy.
He's panting, hot and heavy, eyes shut and his mouth slack.
"Goddamn darlin'."
You rake your nails down his scalp, feeling the shiver crawl down his spine as pain ripples in the wake of your touch, your walls clenching tightly around him.
"Shit, I'm gonna-," he says. "Slow down, let me take care of you fir-." You grind down faster, slamming viciously on him, his words cut off in a choked groan.
The wet squelch of your cunt fills the room as you fuck him. "Cum for me Chris, right now. Fill my little pussy up, give it me baby, you feel so good, fuck you're so deep." You moan in his ear, dragging your nails across his scalp again.
"Jesus fuck darlin'." Your filthy praise rattles his senses, pleasure crashing into him. He's been trying to hold back but all he can hear is your sweet voice telling him he's too deep and all he can feel is your warm wet pussy clenching down on him.
He can't cum, he can't, not yet, not until you do-
He tries to reach for your clit but another slow roll of your hips pushes him over the edge. He grips your thighs, his abs tensing.
Fuck, he looks beautiful when he cums, the faint red flush sweeping up his chest, veins in his neck distended. You feel him throb inside you, warmth blooming in your cunt as he calls out your name.
You smooth your hands down his sweaty back, gently circling your hips until he's hoarsely whispering for you to stop, the senastions becoming too much. A smirk settles across your face the same time his blue eyes snap open. "So I guess that means I win."
He raises one brow. "You really wanna play with me?" He asks, yanking your head back. He brushes his lips across your throat, sharply nipping your skin. You yelp, laughing while grabbing his wrists.
"Let's play 'watch me split your little pussy until you're crying that you can't take it." The mob boss growls, his voice deepening, reminding you why the city fears him.
But it's hard for you to be afraid of the man who just chanted your name like a prayer.
The corner of your mouth twitches, words forming on your tongue, the sensible part of your brain is screaming shut the fuck, don't you feel him getting hard again, shut the fuck up. Your pussy whispering say it, he's getting hard, say it, please for me.
"That sounds fun except for one little thing Christopher," you murmur demurely, lacing your fingers behind his neck. "How are you going to do that when my pussy has you crying out my name like a little bitch."
You may have gone too far because he's smirking at you. Your smile slips away as you watch his eyes darken and glaze over with a cold, calculating rage. He laughs, soft and dark, the sound chilling.
"Okay," he says, pulling your bottom lip down with his calloused thumb. "Since you obviously don't want to be my good girl, I'm going to treat you like my whore." His large hand curves your throat, his grip light but firm, a stark reminder of his strength.
"I'm going to fuck your tight little holes until you remember the fuck I am. Let's see how much shit you're talking when you're gagging on my cock."
𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: : Your late night pregnancy cravings lead to Andy stuffing you with another treat.
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Andy Barber x Reader
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Perhaps it was the flurry of small kicks that woke you up or the cravings that were growing more intense by the second, all you know is now you can’t go back to sleep. Placing a hand on your rounded belly, you rubbed small circles soothing your active little girl. You opened your eyes, blinking slowly, adjusting to the darkness coating the room, Reaching out, you feel along the nightstand until you find a phone, bringing it to your face, you squint. It’s Andy’s, his lock screen showing 1:14 a.m.
He’s snuggled into your back, his long heavy arm draped over your waist, his hand on the curve of your belly, muscular legs tucked behind you.
Andy is such a light sleeper, you have enough trouble sneaking out of bed when you’re not heavily pregnant, there’s no way you can get away without waking him up. “Already slowing me down, peanut,” you say to your baby girl.
You want some ice cream so bad though, your mouth is watering. Oh, wait, you have leftovers. And dessert from the holiday party. McDonald’s is open too. You need food, the baby kicking in agreement.
You look over at Andy, his handsome face relaxed, you love every bit of him from those long eyelashes, firm nose, his plump lips slightly open letting out quiet snores to that thick beard covering his cheeks. His normally tamed hair is sticking out in wild tufts, falling over the silk pillowcase.
You know if you try to get up, he’s going to wake up too. He works so hard, but your baby works harder. You’re so hungry. Turning back to his phone and you put in your birthday, unlocking it. You find his calendar; he doesn’t have to be at the office until noon. But then again, he got in late last night. You’re debating if you should just make yourself go back to bed when his hand moves up your belly.
“Hey honey,” His voice ragged from sleep, the deep timbre in your ear, sending a shiver through you. He can feel it when he pulls you closer, “you hungry,” he sleepily hums.
He kisses your neck, biting the soft skin followed by soft long licks, his hand moving under your shirt. Since the first night, you welcomed him into your tight, hot body, Andy has wanted to spend all day in you, around you with you. Teenage him has nothing on his libido now, he can’t keep his hands off you and you, god he loves you, let him.
When you got pregnant, everything became that much worse, or better, depending on how you looked at it. Worse in the sense that you consumed his every waking thought and most dreams too, his daily morning erection proof of that. Better because those wonderful pregnancy hormones made you so horny.
Andy loves that you’re carrying his baby, even before you were official, he wanted children with you. Now his every wish has come true, reality better than any dream. He turns your head, his lips peppering small kiss along your jaw, resting on your mouth,
“I’m going to feed you then I’m going to eat you,” he whispers against your lips, swallowing your giggles with a deep passionate kiss, his tongue gliding into your mouth.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, mentions of vaginal sex, rough sex, mentions of male masturbation, choking, squirting), Andy’s filthy mouth, kinda bossy reader, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: I mean, I think we all know what I’m talking about, you’ve seen the GIF posts of this man’s hands.
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You were more than a little obsessed with Andy’s hands.
Watching him do some of the most mundane things with them could reduce you to a needy little puddle. Just the sight of him gripping a wrench while he fixed the stupid leaky faucet or handled a knife while making you dinner was unexpectedly thrilling, not to mention when he wrapped it around the beer bottle he’d used to unwind after an especially hard day. That sight always made you think of what his hand looked like wrapped around other, girthy things.
Of course, seeing his hand wrapped around said girthy things broke your brain. You wondered if he realized exactly what it did to you when he had you watch him jerk off, especially when he wound his free hand around your throat and pulled you close while he detailed all the filthy things he was going to do to you.
What did it today though was watching him work in the yard, watching him bury his fingers in the earth while the corded muscles of his forearms bulged before he rose to his feet to work with the shovel was making you feel faint. The only thing that broke you out of it was hearing his voice cut through your day dream.
“You feeling ok, honey?” He was staring at you with genuine concern, and you felt a small pang of shame at him being so worried when you were just being a perv. “The sun starting to get to you?”
“Yeah, must be.” You lied, chewing on your bottom lip as you sat back on your heels and wiped the sweat from your forehead. “Should we call it? We got everything planted.”
“Yeah, let’s get you some water.” He gripped your wrists and pulled you to your feet, barely noticing when your thumb started tracing his palm.
It didn’t help your light headedness when he pulled you into his chest and pressed his lips to your forehead before guiding you into the house. You felt yourself sigh when he released you once you were in the kitchen, moving to wash his hands while you just leaned against the counter and watched him closely.
All you could think about was sucking on his fingers, letting him choke you with them while he buried those of his other hand knuckle deep in your cunt. Your fingers lingered over his when you took the glass of water from him, your eyes fixed on his as you drank the cool liquid down greedily.
“Baby, what’re you doing?” Andy gave you a bemused smirk when you gripped his wrist and brought his hand up to your face, dragging your tongue over the curve of his palm slowly as you let out a wanton moan.
“Nothing.” You nipped at the pad of his thumb softly before taking it between your lips and sucking, swirling your tongue around the thick digit as you took it all the way into your mouth.
“Uh-huh. Was this what you were thinking about when you were supposed to be working?” His voice was that low growl that went straight to your pussy, his body pressing yours into the counter while he leaned close and made your breath catch.
You just shrugged at him innocently before biting down on his knuckle and grinning when he hissed at you and wrapped his other hand around your throat. He groaned when you spread your legs wide and let him slot himself between them, scraping his beard over your cheek slowly until he was purring in your ear.
“What have I told you about asking for what you want, honey?” You whined around his fingers when he nipped at your ear lobe, giving your throat a soft squeeze before he started trailing his hand down your torso so he could pull your skirt up around your waist.
“Well it’s just too fun to watch you try to figure it out.” You arched into him when you felt his fingers brush over your clothed core, gripping his wrist to guide him to where you needed him most when he acted like he was gonna take his damn time. “Andy, please.”
“So fucking needy.” He pulled back so he could watch your face when he slapped your pussy, shoving three thick fingers into your mouth when it dropped open with a broken cry.
All you could do was whine around his hand when he pulled your panties to the side and slid a finger into your quivering hole, stroking your walls slowly and dragging his tongue over your jaw while your eyes rolled back in your head. Drool was leaking steadily from the corners of your mouth as you sucked on Andy’s fingers, running down your face and pooling on your tits while he stretched you open.
A second thick digit slipped inside you and you choked, rolling your hips into Andy’s hand slowly as he scissored and curled them until he found that sweet spot that made you keen. You gripped his wrist tight to keep him in place, whimpering when he sucked a bruise against the hinge of your jaw before moving lower to tug at the strap of your sundress with his teeth.
“Always so fucking tight for me.” He rested his forehead against yours and groaned when he looked down to watch his fingers disappear into your throbbing heat, the sight of your cream coating him making his cock ache. “Such a hungry little pussy, sucking me back in every damn time. You better be a good girl and come for me, need to be inside you.”
He shoved in a third finger and started railing his whole hand into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over and grinding his palm into your clit as your body jolted with shocks of pleasure. You could feel it building fast, your muscles quivering as a coil gathered low in your core and every nerve in your body sang. A few more quick thrusts as all it took for you to fall apart with a muffled scream, your release squirting out of you in a rush and soaking Andy’s forearm and the front of his jeans as he pulled his hand out of your mouth and smashed his lips to yours desperately.
“Jesus fuck.” Andy let out a small huff of laughter when you nuzzled into his throat, bringing his slick covered fingers up to his mouth to suck them clean. “I swear, it’s way too easy to turn you into a wet mess.”
“I’m not that easy.” You slapped his chest playfully when he gave you a quick peck on the cheek, leaning back on your arm and letting the straps of your dress slide down your shoulders as you gave him a teasing wink. “You’re just too good with your hands.”
housewife kink except i DON'T cook or clean or give you babies. i simply walk around the house naked in a satin pink robe half open and loosely tied, i order ubereats, and then you come home and fuck away the stress of your hard day by using my body 😇
hey so can we pls talk about ari levinson's thick thighs? i get horny every time i see that movie istg- also u write amazing!! - 👀anon (if u don't have this emoji or emoji anons already, do inform me if u do cuz i can change it :)
we cannot just talk about ari's thighs— i swear to god i had a breakdown a few months ago because i really wanted to ride his thighs 😮💨😮💨😮💨 it looks so solid and hard and squishy. like this man can just be sitting down and just reading some boring paperwork but just imagine him shaking his leg while reading and his elbows resting on his thighs while he's leaning forward GODDAMN— im speechless.
- he KNOWS what he was doing when he stretched his legs out and flexed his thighs. and he didn't miss it when you not-so-subtly licked your lips at the sight.
-"it's rude to stare, sweetheart." he barely spares you a glance and it really caught you off-guard when he says that so nonchalantly.
-ari taps his thigh, beckoning you over.
-and he just pulls you onto his thigh when you're close enough.
- "coulda' asked nicely if you wanted it so bad." and "what were you thinkin' about when you kept staring at my legs, huh?"
- your cunt's pressed against his jeans-clad thigh (courtesy of Ari's no panties at home rule) and he smirks when you whimper and cling on to his shirt
- "you're already soaking through my jeans, sweetheart."
OR
- he corners you against the wall, slipping his thigh between your legs and lets you press down against him.
- "I know you want it, baby"
- and your clit's pressed against the hard muscle and ari guides you to grind on his thigh.
- "i gotcha' sweetheart. you gonna cum on my thigh?"
- the combination of that long hair, his thighs, the hairy chest and that fucking beard?
i can't stand it with this man omg. and since I'm already going to hell, why not talk about him and andy- together. AKA my fav beard duo 🤤
- andy's pulling you against him, your back pressed against his chest while he peppers kisses all over your shoulders and your neck, hands brushing over your tits and turning your face so he can press his lips against yours
- ari? he's on his knees with one of your legs up on his shoulder and his nose pressed against your thigh, kissing all the way up your leg.
- he's feral when he eats you out like you're his last meal and he's got you shaking in minutes and you would've just fall if andy wasn't holding you up.
- "it feels good, huh?"
- andy reaches around and press his fingers against your clit, rubbing against the little nub while your head falls back against his shoulder and you're whimpering with your hands pulling on ari's hair
- "c'mon, squirt all over ari's face, honey" and "be a good girl and cum for us"
- ari keeps his assault on you even after you cum all over his tongue and his beard was covered in your slick when he pulls away. he's got that smirk when he wipes the remnants of your juices off with the back of his hand and straightens up to tower over you
- he crashes his lips against yours instantly, tongue pushing into your mouth and you whine at your own taste. you're breathless when ari pulls away.
- "we aren't done yet, sweetheart. you're gonna let andy taste that sweet cunt, aren't ya?"
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I think I went a little too far with this 😮💨 hope you enjoyed this little talk anon! ;)
Summary: Chris gets worked up at a soccer game for your 5 year old.
Warnings: Language (obviously), lots of cuteness
A/N: Another cute little fic because I hit 1700 followers tonight! Thank you guys so much!
OBVIOUSLY inspired by Jake Jensen at the Petunias game hahaha yes i named the kid Jensen lmao sue me
“Oh, son of a—“
“Honey…” you warned, placing a hand on his forearm.
He pulled his ball cap off, running his fingers through his hair, then gesturing toward the field, “I mean, that kid just tripped him. AGAIN, Y/N.” His hand fell against his lap as his leg bounced.
You loved how protective he was of your son. It warmed your heart, but now really wasn’t the time for him to get so worked up. You kept your eye on the field, watching Jensen run with his teammates toward the ball, “they’re 5, Chris. They’re clumsy. It probably wasn’t intentional.” You kept one hand on your 4 month old who was wrapped to your chest, the other moving to his knee, trying to settle him down.
“Bullshit, Y/N.”
You glanced over at him, not needing to say a word, he knew exactly what you were saying with your eyes.
“I know, i know,” he huffed, placing his hand over yours and squeezing gently, “sorry.”
He kept a close eye on him as he ran down the field, standing up quickly when he was tripped again, “KEN! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” He yelled at the ref, his face turning red, “that’s the 3rd time!”
You shielded your face, “Jesus, Chris.” You tugged on his shirt, “sit, you’re gonna wake the baby.”
“Are you— really? You’re mad at me?”
You glanced around, feeling eyes on you, “honey, please.” You gripped his thigh, “I’m not mad, just— think of Jensen. He wouldn’t want you to make a scene, it’d embarrass him, baby.”
He sighed, plopping down on the bench next to you, his leg bouncing furiously as he kept a close eye on Jensen.
You knew that he was being picked on, but trusted the ref’s and the coaches to take care of it. Chris on the other hand, did not…
You watched as the ref talked with the boy who kept tripping him, “see, Ken is talking to him.
Chris waved at you dismissively, making you smile. He hated to admit when you were right.
You sat in silence for the next few minutes, Chris picking at the skin around his nails. You scrunch your face when the bigger kid tripped him again, cursing softly under your breath.
Chris stood again, pulling his ball cap off, “OH FOR THE LOVE OF— FUCK!” He yelled, “KEN, DO YOUR JOB!”
You stood up, “okay, big guy,” you patted his back, “take a walk.”
He looked over at you, the vein in his forehead bulging as his face turned red, “Y/N—
You shook your head, “nope. Walk it off, now.”
He signed, placing his cap back on his head before storming off.
You sat back down, throwing an apologetic glance to the people surrounding you. Though they didn’t mind. It was pretty amusing.
At the end of the game, you waited for Jensen to run off of the field.
He found you in the crowd, sprinting towards you with a caprisun in hand, “mommy! I scored!!”
You smiled, bending down the best that you could with the baby still wrapped to your chest, “i know, baby! You did SO good!” You ruffled his hair, “let’s go find daddy.”
He furrowed his little brows, “did he leave?”
You smiled, “no, he’s just right over there. And I’ll tell you what…. He could really use a hug.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” you replied, pointing at Chris, “he’s right there, go get him.”
He took off, running towards Chris, you following closely behind.
“Daddy! Daddy! Did you see??” He ran into Chris’s arms.
Chris had the proudest grin on his face, “hey buddy!” He picked him up, placing him on his hip, “you did so good!”
“I did, didn’t i?” He replied, making you and Chris chuckle. He nuzzled into Chris’s chest, as you pulled out your phone, snapping a quick picture.
You put your phone back in your pocket, taking Chris’s hand in yours and walking towards the car.
“Mommy? Can we get McDonalds?”
You looked over at Chris and shrugged.
“Sure thing, buddy,” Chris answered, kissing the top of his head.
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || Steve’s life takes a quantum leap when he finds you unconscious on the beach.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || SMUT (unprotected sex, blowjob, fingering), porn with plot, ANGST (I’m so sorry), Amnesiac reader. 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!
second part here: three steps above
am I trying a new format? yes. did I proofread this? nope.
Steve delightedly hummed to himself as he breathed in the mouthwatering aroma of the lasagna. He had spent a questionable amount of time perfecting the dish.
He was especially proud of the sauce he had made from the tomatoes he himself grew in his little garden. Steve liked creating things, may it be art or food.
His artistic skills had somewhat dried up. He still didn’t understand why, but whenever he picked up a brush, his hands didn’t glide over the canvas as they once did.
Despite having an entire art studio in this house, he still didn’t get any inspiration. So he spent his time cooking, tending to his plants or watching something on tv he hadn’t previously heard of.
It was lonely some days but he loved this slow paced life as it offered him something which he didn’t have previously; peace. After the infinity stones were returned right where the belonged, Steve had retired.
Since he was a kid, waves had fascinated him. So he had bought a secluded house right by the sea; away from all the noise. The avengers did visit sometimes, but the frequent visitors were Sam and Bucky.
Steve was still giddy over his lasagna when Jarvis chimed in. Steve had earlier resisted installing the AI, but Tony had insisted. And Jarvis had been truly helpful.
“Captain Rogers, I fear a somebody has drowned in the sea. Their body has been washed up on the beach. They seem rather unconscious.”
Steve’s ears perked up at the words. The coast where he lived was marked by a rocky terrain which made it hard to swim. As a result nobody really came here.
Quickly getting into his boots and ditching his sweatpants for jeans, Steve rushed outside. He looked about for a moment before finally seeing you.
Your body was clinging on to a rock as the waves shook threatened to drag you back. You seemed to be wearing all black and were camouflaged by the coarse rocked underneath.
For a second, he correlated you with a siren. Waiting on a rock for him to get close and only to drag him down into the depths of water and drown him.
Steve chastised his loneliness to even come up with his nonsense. He had a job to do, and he would do it. He might not be captain America anymore, but still was a good man.
Without wasting time, Steve rushed over and pulled you onto proper land. Settling you down on his lap, he checked your pulse. The pulse was terribly low, yet the slow beat was there. The sea wasn’t kind and yet you had somehow survived, it surely had to be a miracle.
He knew he had to act in time before he was too late. Placing his palms on top of one another, he pushed down in the centre of your chest firmly and repeated the process.
He didn’t know what the desperation was for, but since the moment he had set his eyes upon you, he hadn’t been able to look away. His efforts seemed to work as you coughed out sea water though you still weren’t conscious.
He checked your pulse once again and it was somewhat better than before, though still very weak. He was equipped with essential medical knowledge, but it wasn’t enough. He had to get you inside and consult jarvis.
Picking you up bridal style, he walked into his house. Your wet body was leaving a trail of saltwater on his carpet, but he didn’t mind it. What did matter to him though, was your life.
He commanded jarvis to monitor your health. He knew he had to undress you, the wet clothes would cause you more harm than good. Taking a deep breath, he set to the task of slowly peeling off the layers on your body.
Once you were naked, he dried your body with a towel and carried you once again to the guest bedroom. Gently placing you into the comfortable bed, he covered you with almost all of the duvets and blankets he had.
Keeping the door of the bedroom open, he went back into the kitchen. He wondered if the lasagna would be too heavy for you and therefore began working on a tomato soup. You sure would be hungry after enduring all that.
He wondered what would’ve happened for you to be found in such conditions. “Jarvis, could you run a scan of her face.” He wanted to know if you had a family that he could contact.
He waited for jarvis to inform him about something about you but around an hour passed and yet he didn’t get any reply. “Jarvis, did you find something?”
“There doesn’t seem to be any record of the person sleeping in your bedroom.” The Jarvis framed his words even creeped Steve out. “Just keep on searching. You’ll find something.”
Maybe in other circumstances Steve would’ve been alert but after seeing you so vulnerable, he couldn’t even think of you being of any harm. And at the end of the day he was ex-captain america, he could take down a threat.
~~~
You blinked fast as you sat up in a hurry, making your head spin with the fast moment. You were in a cozy bed with loads of blankets draped around you. You couldn’t remember the last time you had slept so comfortably.
You couldn’t decipher where you were. Realising you were naked, you wrapped one of the blankets around you and walked out of the room. A man was mindlessly scrolling through the tv and his eyes snapped at you as you approached.
Your eyes were filled with suspicion as you took in the stranger. He was built and tall with his muscles peeking out from his T-shirt. Auburn beard was covering his face and giving him an edge.
But what attracted you the most were his eyes. Those blue orbs were calm and homely, very much unlike the sea you drifted in and you wanted to forever rest in there.
Steve didn’t know what to say to he just blankly stared at you. Your hair was matted by the sea and your lips were chapped. And yet to him, you were indescribably beautiful. “I’m Steve.” He said with hesitation.
You just nodded blankly and took in your surroundings. “Th… thank you Steve.” Your throat was dry and you coughed mid-sentence. Steve waited for a moment expecting you to share your name.
“And… what’s your name?” He asked after you didn’t reply. Well, he had saved your life and he deserved to know at least your name. You raised your eyebrows and thought for a moment.
Name? You were supposed to have a name; what was it though? Why couldn’t you remember your name… or anything for that matter? Every person had a name, and you were a person and you had to have a name.
“I… I don’t know.” You said unsure of yourself. You didn’t remember anything except the bone chilling cold and darkness of the deep sea. Goosebumps erupted at the feeling and you clutched the blanket tighter.
“You don’t remember?” Steve asked with concern. He could see your battle with memory on your face. Your nose was scrunched up and your mouth was open as you thought hard.
“I don’t. I don’t remember anything.” You wanted to go back and hide into that bed. You didn’t even know who you were. You wanted to bang your head on the wall to remember something, anything.
“It’s okay. If you want you can wear my clothes as I don’t have anything else. We can talk later.” You we’re still shivering despite being wrapped in a blanket and Steve wasn’t sure if it was because of the temperature or the memories.
Steve seemed to be… kind. And a little too familiar. “Do… do I know you?” You knew he found you washed up on the coast, yet it felt as if you knew him for ages. When he shook his head you asked again, “Are you famous?”
He lightly chuckled at that. “Yeah. I guess so.” You wanted to ask if he was an actor, he sure was pretty to be one. But if he didn’t want to share, you weren’t going to dig deeper. You weren’t interested in overstepping his kindness.
You nodded as Steve disappeared into his room. You breathed in the whiff of delicious food being cooked and only hoped you’d get a share of it. You had been hungry since heaven knows when.
When Steve returned, he was carrying a soft shirt, a sweater and slacks. “It needs some adjustments, but otherwise it’ll fit. Take your time freshening up and use anything you want.” Steve said as he led you to the bathroom.
“That’s very kind of you. Thanks.” Your eyes widened when you saw the bathtub. It was huge and you wondered how relaxing it would be to lay down in the hot water.
The place was filled with various products; half of it you didn’t even know. As you awkwardly shifted, knocked down one of the bottles. But before it could reach grown, you quickly caught it mid air. Steve was undoubtedly impressed with your agility.
~~~
“Something like this must’ve happened with me.” You said with your eyes glued to the TV screen. Matt Damon was running on the screen as you and Steve sat and watched The Bourne Identity.
Steve only hummed in response as he wasn’t really paying any attention. It had almost been a month and yet there was not a single trace of your existence. But that whole month had been the best of his entire life.
You still didn’t remember anything significant expect a few memory flashes here and there. They usually consisted of a photo of Steve’s face sprawled across a screen.
You never told him anything about it, but you guessed he was an actor and you might have been a huge fan of him or something. Steve still hadn’t told you about his real identity yet and he wanted to, he really did. But the moment never came.
And that wasn’t the only thing he wanted to tell you. Since you had entered his life, he had found his muse again. Whenever he held the brush in his hands, all they drew was you.
He wanted to tell you that he would go through a million hells and thousand oceans to just meet you. He wanted to tell you that he had fallen in love with you.
You were an enigma to Steve, just like he was to you. But it didn’t matter; your previous lives didn’t matter. What mattered was that both of you were living in the moment, together.
You both had set a routine for yourself and you were both so comfortable with it, neither of you wanted to ever let go. You liked the comfort and peace he provided while he loved the surprise you brought along.
In the beginning, you both used to sit on the opposite ends of the couch, but by now you both sat right next to each other with his arm draped over your shoulders.
You couldn’t get enough of the warmth his hard body provided. It still felt as if your bones were chilled from the sea water and he was a beacon of light; you wanted to hold him and never let go.
“What do you think Steve?” You asked once again. “Yeah. Yeah maybe.” Steve wanted to pay attention to the movie, he really did.
But there was a much important problem right between his legs; he was hard. Since the last fifteen minutes he had been trying his best to will it away but to no avail.
You finally removed your eyes which were glued on the tv and looked up at Steve. He seemed a little uncomfortable and you wondered why. And it was then that your eyes drifted to the tent in his sweatpants.
It was very much noticeable and you were sure he had an impressive length. Few nights you sure had rubbed yourself to his thoughts. But seeing him like this was completely unexpected.
Steve looked down to see you staring right at his crotch. He wanted to die with embarrassment. He panicked thinking you were going to get angry at his improper behaviour, whereas in reality you were literally drooling at the sight.
“Uh,… I should go.” He said getting up. “But do you want to?” You held his arm to stop him from going any further. When you had first seen him, you hadn’t guessed you’d fall in love with him, and yet here you were.
You didn’t know if there was a family waiting for you. And maybe you didn’t even want to know. For that meant you would have to leave Steve. And you weren’t capable of that.
“You… you don’t meant it.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Steve, I mean it. God! I wanted to tell this to you for so long. But I can’t hold it back anymore. I love you Steve.
I love you so so much. I would literally die for you if you asked me to and I would kill as well. I,… I can’t live without you anymore. I can’t live without your delicious food and I’m addicted to the way you draw me.
It’s okay if you don’t love me. But I just… I just wanted to tell you.” Your eyes were wet with unshed tears as Steve’s face morphed into an expression you couldn’t place.
Steve didn’t know you’d seen his paintings. He wondered if you noticed how he couldn’t quite paint the pain and hope he saw in your eyes. “I love you too.”
You hadn’t expected your love to be reciprocated. Steve was everything you wished for; but you weren’t sure if you were everything he wanted. But Steve loved you, he saw something in you that even you couldn’t find in yourself.
When you both did nothing but just stare wide eyed at each other, you finally gave his hand a tug, “Kiss me already, you idiot.” With a chuckle, Steve bent down and placed his lips against yours.
You had always admired his perfect lips; but pressed against yours, they were much more beautiful. His hands fisted your hoodie and pulled you closer. You gasped and his tongue sought the entrance.
“I love you.” He repeated on and on. His words made you feel worthy and protected. Steve placed his hands on your hips and swiftly picked you up. You coiled yourself tightly around him.
You ran your hand through his soft beard, “I always wanted to do this.” Steve smirked at you as he walked towards the bedroom. “Run your hand through my beard?” He teased you.
“No. I always wanted to climb you like a tree.” Steve burst out laughing, the tension in his body finally disappeared. You pressed soft kisses to the laugh lines near his eyes.
Steve placed you back on your feet and took his time undressing you. He peeled back each layer of clothing and kissed, nipped and licked every inch of your exposed skin.
By the time he was done, you were breathless and he was still dressed. Unlike him, you were impatient to get him naked. Quickly discarding his clothes, you gasped at his marvellous body.
He was beyond perfection. His pecks were impeccable and you wanted to lick the sweat off his abs. His thighs were muscular and most importantly his cock was magnificent.
It was thick, long and veiny and you wanted it right inside you. Unable to wait much longer, you fell right on your knees and looked up at him through your eyelashes.
Peeking your tongue out, you gave a kitten lick to his weeping head. “Fuck.” Steve wasn’t a man who cursed regularly and you were giddy of the effect you had on him.
You took just his head inside and sucked on it. You just went as the instinct took you and started pumping the rest of his length with didn’t fit in your mouth.
This was beyond Steve’s wildest fantasy and he was about to burst if you didn’t stop. He wove his fingers through your hair and tugged it, he groaned at the loss of your mouth.
Picking you up once again, he pushed you into the bed and crawled up on you. Without wasting any moment, he took your nipple in his mouth as his fingers delved into your wet folds.
It didn’t take much time for him to find your swollen clit and he started rubbing circles on it. He left the now wet nipple with a pop and concentrated on the other one.
You moaned loudly as he slipped his thick finger in. He kept rubbing your nub and soon his second finger joined in with his first. “Cum for me.”
It was as if your body was awaiting his command and right at as the words left his mouth, you came crashing down. Your back arched beautiful and your eyes fluttered shut. This memory would always be ingrained in Steve eyes.
By the time the pleasure receded, Steve was stroking his dick right above you. It was wet with your saliva and the sight made you even more horny.
You both moaned as Steve finally entered you. Slowly, inch by inch, he bottomed out. Steve couldn’t stop looking at the sight of you swallow him whole.
He ran his hands through your hair as he waited for you to adjust. When you nodded, he started thrusting in earnest. His veiny cock and the fact that it was Steve made you dizzy with pleasure.
He wove his fingers through yours and held your hands above your head. With the new found leverage, his thrusts turned animalistic. You both were moaning and grunting but you were too far gone to care about it.
Your breaths intermingled as you both panted for air and yet you pushed yourself up a little to kiss into his open mouth. “Oh… Fuck. I’m… I’m close.” He left one of your hand to start rubbing your clit once again.
With a loud wail of his name, you came. It was definitely the best orgasm of your entire life even though you didn’t remember anything before. Your legs shook around him and your walls quivered.
He wasn’t much behind you as he held your hip tight enough to leave bruises and came as deep inside you as he could. When you felt his warmth fill you up, you came again; though you weren’t quite sure if it was still the first one continuing.
You both held each other as you calmed down from the high of pleasure. “I need to tell you something.” You scrunched your nose in question. “I am… I mean I was Captain America.”
You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up within you. “What’s so funny?” He thought you would be angry for keeping this from you and here you were laughing your ass off.
“All this time I was thinking you were a movie star or something. Now I know where I’ve seen you.” You pressed a sweet kiss before continuing. “I don’t care who you are or were. All I know is that I’m hopelessly in love with Steve Rogers.”
That’s what he liked the most about you. You loved plain old Steve. “I love you too. So much that I can’t even put it into words.”
“Then draw me like one of your French girls.” Steve laughed and lightly spanked your ass. “I will but before that we need to eat.” He got out of the messy bed and waited for you to follow.
“Yes captain!” You fake saluted and started wearing your clothes. Those words sent a chill down Steve’s spine. He didn’t know why, but it felt as if he’d heard you before. Though without giving it much thought, he continued.
~~~
After having dinner, you and Steve had made love once again before you had fallen asleep in his arms. He loved that you were right besides him, but yet he couldn’t sleep.
Your words were nagging and taunting him and he didn’t know why. He closed his eyes and tried raking through his memories. And then it hit him like a truck.
You were once a SHIELD recruit. Almost a decade back. His memory wasn’t as sharp as it was too long and yet he remembered. You were much younger back then and had managed to impress Fury.
You were filled with happiness and innocence which was somewhat lost now. Fury had brought you once to meet the avengers and it was then that Steve had seen you.
There he had told you something along the lines of keeping up your good work and you had responded with a ‘Yes Captain’. He hadn’t ever seen you after that and therefore couldn’t recognise you when he first found you. What had happened to you?
Steve sat up in cold sweat. He slowly extracted himself from the bed without waking you up and walked up into the living room.
“Ja.. Jarvis, could you check the SHIELD records for… for her..?” Steve choked on his own words. He couldn’t believe the connections his head was making.
Doing this behind your back felt like betraying you. You must be sleeping peacefully in the bed, and over here he was inspecting you. But he wanted to scratch the terrible itch that was taking over his body.
Steve had prided himself in being right in majority of the cases. But today he wanted to be proven wrong. He couldn’t live with the guilt of failing you.
“Sir, I found the face and voice match of her. Y/N L/N, former shield agent, MIA. Went missing while invading a Hydra base around nine years ago. No body found and considered dead.”
Steve sank into his couch as tears slipped free from his eyes. His chest constricted just like the time he had asthma. All his life he had been on the quest for truth and now that he had learnt yours, he shattered.
“Hy… Hydra..?” His throat was dry as a million thoughts ran through his mind. Jarvis confirmed the place of your disappearance. Steve knew what happened to people who disappeared with hydra.
Your story was so similar to… Bucky. Steve couldn’t help but join the dots. Once the bright eyes filled with hope as you worked for shield were now empty voids.
All the pieces of the puzzle fell into place; why there was no record of you anywhere. Why you didn’t remember anything. Why you had such sharp reflexes.
The happiness of knowing your name was much overshadowed by the harrowing knowledge of your identity. Hydra… Steve had thought they were finally done ruining his life, but they apparently weren’t. No matter what he did, like termites they always came back.
He didn’t know how much time had passed as he wallowed in his own loss. Just moments before he had made love to you, and now it felt as if he had lost you all over again.
“Steve?” Your melodic voice interrupted in his thoughts. He looked up to see you standing in the doorway in nothing but his shirt. It had once been his dream but now it just made him more sore.
“Y/N.” He managed to croak out. Your lips formed a pout with confusion at the name he uttered. “Who the hell is Y/N?” You said chuckling, completely unaware of his situation.
Steve bitterly wondered if you actually had amnesia or it was some ploy of hydra to ruin him? To make him fall in love with you and then make you kill him in his sleep. But he knew that wasn’t true. Your love was real, he felt in his bones.
There was one way to find out the truth, just one. The way through which you would remember everything. He had always been curious to a fault. And he wanted to see whether hydra or his love would win.
He wondered if you would leave him to drown in his heartache once you remembered everything. Or would you drive a knife straight through that same heart that thrummed just for you.
“Longing.” Steve couldn’t ever forget those words. You breathed out loudly thinking Steve was up to his shenanigans. Instead of answering your previous question, why was he saying random words?
“Rusted.” Steve was visibly shivering and crying and you wanted to comfort him. But those words… they were awfully familiar.
“Seventeen.” Some memory sparked up within you. It wasn’t Steve muttering those words. It was some man with a serious face commanding you as you sat strapped to a chair in a dimly lit room.
“Daybreak.” Sweat beaded your forehead as you panicked. You didn’t know why or how, but something was changing within you like the way the levers shifted when a machine began.
“Furnace.” Steve’s lips wobbled as he saw the change with his own eyes. Your eyes were hazy and shallow. Gone was the lustre in it. He knew he was hurting you, but there was no other way.
“Nine.” You shook your head as other memories clogged your brain. Heinous scenes you never wanted to replay. “No.” You whispered as you sank back against the wall behind you.
“Benign.” Steve wanted to hold you and take your pain, but he couldn’t. “No!” You shouted as you remembered who you were. You looked up at Steve with tears of betrayal. Why was he doing this to you?
“Homecoming.” Those people made you do missions you didn’t want to. And you wanted to kill all of them, but you were helpless under their words. Then why was Steve doing the same? “Please stop.” You pleaded as you now knew what happened when the spell was completed.
“One.” All your pleading, crying and trembling stopped. With his command you stood straight like a soldier. Your face lost all its emotion and all that remained was a hollow shell of you.
“Freight car.” And you were gone. Steve’s love was… gone. What stood before him was just a soldier awaiting his command.
Steve felt as if your hands had breached his rib cage and were squeezing his beating heart. Nothing could be worse that this, nothing. Even his nightmares were more merciful.
“Sol.. Soldat?” He was sobbing and was on his knees. Neither asthma nor scoliosis had broken Steve’s spirit, but you did.
“Ready to comply.” Your voice was devoid of its warmth. The once warm honey of your voice which comforted him, was now just a poor dry version of it. And he was the one responsible.
“What… what is your mission.” He knew the answer but Steve Rogers was a sucker for pain. Without thinking twice, you replied,
A/N: It’s a fantasy of mine to be a high-class escort. Has been for a long time. Imagine getting a call and meeting this man. I’m a little tipsy, so all mistakes are mine - and vodka’s.
He just needed relief. All men do.
No attachments. No wife bartering that she’ll suck you off if you take the trash out.
Just release.
Andy watched you close his office door, the sharp click of the door slicing through the quiet hour of the night. He slowly unzipped his trousers, the jagged hiss stopping as you raised your finger to your lips. He stops his movements, shifting in the leather as you glide across the room.
You move around the desk, the camel coloured Calvin Klein trench coat you have on, buttoned twice around the waist, shifting with your body as the black lace of your bra peeks through. You walk toward him, your Louboutin’s clicking across the floor until you cross over to the plush carpet around his desk.
Andy turns in his chair, facing you, his legs slack as you stand between them. “What’s your pleasure?” You ask in a voice you only reserve for clients.
“I just need your lips,” he answers as he finishes unzipping himself.
summary: steve and natasha need to lay low after discovering shield is actually hydra; with little to no people to trust, natasha decides to take themselves to the person they were dishonest to
pairing: catws!steve rogers x ex!agent!f!reader
author’s note: for the sake of my story, steve woke up from the ice circa 2007; the idea came from me watching catws the other night, be aware that this isn’t edited
warnings: welcome to angsty land; mentions of cheating, foul language, violence, fluff, SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, maybe something more but i can’t remember rn
taglist: @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
“Romanoff, we have been walking for so long. Hydra is going to find us if we don’t find a place to lay low-“
“Relax, Steve, we are almost there.” Natasha’s voice was dismissive and a tad anxious but Steve brushed it off as her being tired from the explosion and running away. “It should be close and- there it is!” She turned a bit to her right and once Steve focused on where she was looking through the tall forest trees, he let himself relax a little.
“Is that a safe house?” Steve looked around, trying to see if there were more houses like this one and yes, behind that cottage-like house, more houses similar to that spread around like dots but sparse enough to not call attention from above.
“Not exactly.” That’s all Nat said as they reached the side of the house and walked up to the front door.
Steve was now more than confused. This couldn’t be a safe house with flowers wrapped around, a picket fence and a porch swing. He saw how Nat pressed on the doorbell but his attention was diverted towards a small, pink bicycle with a Captain America shield sticker on it. Before his mind could think of anything, the door swung open.
“Captain America!” A blonde, blue eyed girl not older than four called.
Steve was beyond confused. It wasn’t a rare occurrence that kids flocked towards him whenever they spotted his alter ego. What confused him was the familiar look on the girl.
“Sarah, I’ve told you many times not to open-”
Steve’s face went through a million emotions as he looked back up to meet the Y/E/C eyes he thought he’d never see again.
“Y/N?”
“You’ve got some nerve coming here.”
Being an agent was everything you wanted to be. Someone who could help save the world while not being superpowerful like the Avengers. And even though you love your job, you felt so drained Mr. Fury made you leave early. As you went back to yours and Steve’s place, you made a mental note of making an appointment with your doctor. This wasn’t the first time you felt tired and on top of that, nauseated.
Could that mean..?
As soon as you locked the door, you froze. There was a sweet scent lingering inside. You placed your stuff quietly by the door as you located the gun Steve made you have hidden on the downside of a table. As you checked the living room area, you noticed Natasha’s signature leather jacket thrown carelessly and your gut churned as you saw both hers and Steve’s shoes.
At that moment, a soft thud was heard from the bedroom. You approached quietly the closed door and heard noises. Very specific noises that you were familiar with when you and Steve were intimate.
A choked sob stuck on your throat as you feared the worst. Which was confirmed as you opened the door and found Steve laying on your shared bed, what appeared to be stark naked with an equally naked Natasha on top of him, the sheets you chose for your bed covering their lower halves. Their faces looked back at you as you pointed your gun at them. Steve’s were filled with regret as he noticed your shaky form and Natasha’s filled with guilt. She was swift to cover more of hers and Steve’s bodies.
“Y/N, this isn’t-“
“What it looks like?” You finished for him. “Fuck you both.” You spat and closed back the door. You quickly put your gun on the waist of your pants and hurriedly put on your coat. As you tried to pick up your bag, a strong hand picked it up for you. Steve had put on his pants back at least.
“Y/N, please, let me explain.” As you heard the pleading, instinct took over and you slapped him hard.
“I’d like to see you try to explain that but I really don’t want to know how your cock accidentally got stuck inside her vagina. Goodbye, Steve.” You took your bag from him and walked outside your once-upon-a-time forever home.
That was the last time you saw Steve Rogers, the star spangled, out of time man. Captain America, the man that could do no wrong. If only you could still believe that. Or that he hadn’t tainted that image.
“Nick Fury is dead.” When Natasha said that, you almost forgot about all the harm the pair in front of you did to you. What she said though, Fury was dead and the two people he protected you from were the ones delivering the news.
“When?” Your voice was shaky.
“Two days ago.”
“Mommy?”
“Honey, please go up to your bedroom. I’ll be there in five minutes.” You told your four year old. After you heard her door closing upstairs, you stepped aside to let the people who hurt you more than anybody else once again back into your life. After all, Fury wouldn’t have sent them your way if they weren’t in real danger, no matter the past. You locked your door and moved to a cabinet near by. Opening it, you turned on the sensors surrounding your house which would let you know if somebody were to trespass.
“Y/N, your little girl-” Steve started.
“You both look like a bus ran you over. Follow me.” You couldn’t even begin to think of what to tell Steve. He has seen your daughter and said daughter has called you mommy in front of him. Besides, her being the spitting image of his father was a dead giveaway. But you needed even if it was five minutes to get your head straight and you couldn’t do it while said father was boring holes in your head and the other half of your heartbreak standing next to him.
“Nice house.” Natasha broke the ice more which was fair considering the awkwardness and silence were deafening.
Walking to the guest room, you showed them where they could clean up. “There’s towels in the cupboard and toiletries. I only have this guest room but I don’t think you would mind sharing it.” Almost five years later and it looked like you couldn’t get over it.
“Y/N, we-”
“Doesn’t matter.” You dismissed them. You weren’t over it but it didn’t mean you needed to revisit. “Take your time. Rest. Doors and windows are locked for protection. If you need anything, I’ll be here.” You quickly said and left the room before they could say anything else.
This had to be some sick joke. You had said goodbye to Steve Rogers a long time ago and he never tried to find you. You didn’t even know if you wanted him to try. You always made yourself remember what he and your former best friend did to you. And now this. You could take Sarah and leave again but now they know you weren’t alone and you were pretty sure Steve would want to meet his daughter.
Speaking of, you went upstairs and knocked on the flowered-painted door. “Honey, it’s me. May I come in?”
You heard tiny footfalls and a moment later the door opened, revealing the only part of Steve you could never hate, the only part you would thank him for despite his disloyalty. “Mommy?”
“Yes, dear?”
“What is Captain America and Black Widow doing here?”
You bit your lip hard before answering. “They are old friends and they are here to stay for a bit.” You responded half-truthfully. “Are you hungry for lunch now?” You loved your daughter but you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle more fangirling.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“Absolutely.” Both of you went downstairs and into the kitchen. As much as you hated it, you made enough tuna pasta, broccoli and homemade lemonade — your daughter’s favorite — for the two Avengers. You sent Sarah to wash her hands as you walked up to your guest bedroom. The door was opened and you could hear them talk about getting help from a Sam Wilson. You knocked on the door, both heads looking back at you. “Lunch is ready… in case you are hungry.” You quickly said and left, not waiting for an answer.
Sarah was waiting patiently for you to join her and she squealed when your two guests appeared. “Miss Black Widow, can you sit next to me, please?” There was a moment of awkward silence but Natasha quickly agreed. “You are so cool. I always tell my mommy I want to be like you when I grow up.” And it was true, almost every morning while getting ready for school, she would start talking about the Avengers and how she would work very hard to become one. It always broke your heart for selfish reasons but you didn’t have the heart to convince her otherwise.
While Sarah talked Natasha’s ear off, Steve wouldn’t stop looking at you. Maybe wondering how you felt or maybe judging you for not going back to him to tell him about his daughter.
“Sarah, let Black Widow eat.”
“Sowwy.” Sarah giggled and continued eating. It would have been a very uncomfortable quiet time if it weren’t for her talking to the guests and being unaware of how grateful you were for that.
When you finished eating, you noticed how Steve and Natasha spoke with their eyes. “Sarah, if your mommy is okay with it, would like to learn how to fight?”
Sarah looked back at you expectantly. “Can I, mommy?” You hated being put in the spotlight like that.
“Of course, sweetheart.” You almost grunted out.
The little girl leaped from her seat and dragged Natasha to the living room. She looked apologetic as you mouthed ‘cheap shot’.
You rose from your seat and started clearing the table. Of course, Steve helped you even when you politely reassured him that he didn’t need to.
“You dry, I’ll wash.”
That was what he told you the first time you ate at your new shared place. You had never seen Steve so excited about something. With so many missions and seeing gruesome things you never thought you’d see, seeing Steve like this was rare but you welcomed it wholeheartedly.
“Why are you looking at me like that, pretty lady?” Steve wondered as a faint blush crept up his cheeks. “Would you prefer to wash?”
“No, it’s okay. I just like seeing you like this and now I get to do it everyday.” You said and as soon as you finished, Steve kissed you deeply.
“Dishes can wait.” He muttered against your lips and lifted you to the counter behind him. You were quick to grab onto his shirt and pull it above his head, sending it flying somewhere while he worked on undoing his pants. You busied yourself with touching every inch of warm and smooth skin, anywhere your hands could touch. When you felt his hands wandering under your sundress, you helped him take your panties off and bunching your dress to your waist so he could have enough access. Meanwhile his now bruised lips moved from yours to let you breathe and instead attacked the skin of your throat.
“Steve, please.” You groaned against his naked shoulder. “Please, get inside me now.” You begged him and held onto his forearms as he finally grabbed your thighs and brought you closer to the edge, his cock perfectly lined up with your cunt. In one swift move, he entered you until he reached your limit. He stayed a few seconds like that, not moving. “Steve.” You half-whispered, half-moaned.
“Doll, one second or I’m going to come.” He rasped out.
“My super-soldier only plans on coming once?” You whispered in his ear.
“Fuck, baby, fuck it.” That was all you needed to say for him to start slamming into you mercilessly. You were sure to end up with bruises around your hips but they were so worth it.
“Yes, Steve, fuck!” You screamed as you felt his cock engorge a little more inside of you. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he slowed his pace but rutted into you as deep as possible. The term ‘balls deep’ wouldn’t exactly apply here but you felt so full and he was only halfway there. Soon you felt his hot seed feeling you to the brink. He pulled out slowly and you felt his cum dripping onto the counter.
“Ready, babe? I’m not stopping until you come nice and hard on my cock.” He said as he pulled the straps of your dress down until the fabric on your chest couldn’t support itself any longer, letting your tits spill.
“Make me yours once again, Captain.”
That’s exactly what Steve did until you had come three times, seven times for him. He made sure that even though he was filling you up and fucking you like there was no tomorrow, that you knew you were everything to him. As both of you somehow ended up on the floor, he made you the promise of always loving you. And at that moment, you couldn’t be happier. If only you hadn’t been so naive…
“Can we talk, please?” Steve asked you after you agreed to his suggestion.
Taking a deep breath, you nodded and put away the last plate away. You walked to your daughter, Steve following you. “Sweet pea, I will be out on the porch talking to Captain America in case you need something.” You moved when Sarah nodded her head, entering your code on the pad from before, you unlocked the front door. Steve opened the door and always the gentleman, let you step outside first. Quietly, you thanked him and went to sit on the swing, making sure there would be enough space for him.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He chuckled as he sat down and you moved closer to your end. Both of you froze because the fact is, he did hurt you once. “I’m sorry, forget I said that. I mean-“
“It’s okay.” You whispered and cleared your throat, looking forward as did Steve. “Uhm, what happened with Fury?” You asked, trying to prolong the inevitable conversation.
“Someone called the Winter Soldier killed him. We followed a lead here in Jersey and now SHIELD or Hydra is looking for us.”
“Was he how you found me?”
“Yes, he left a device in our —my apartment and Romanoff tracked it here. She didn’t tell me until we were here but she didn’t know before he was killed.” He explained and turned to you. “I know you don’t want to hear me out about that night-“
“Steve-“
“I didn’t cheat on you.”
“Don’t-“
“It was Fury.”
“Don’t blame it on someone else, Steve.” You stood up and faced him. “It was you and it was her.” You whisper-yelled and signaled to where Natasha would be inside.
“It was his idea.” He said and you froze. You weren’t sure you were following him anymore or if you were even talking about the same thing.
“Let me get this straight, somebody tells you to cheat on me and you agree to it?”
“No!” He interjected. “No, Y/N, I would have never done that to you.” He stopped you when you tried to refute. “I know you think that- can you please sit so I can explain what exactly happened?”
You pondered whether or not to listen to him. You didn’t want to walk down memory lane because at the end, it’s five years too late. Still you agreed and sat down but not looking at him. “Okay.”
“Remember the mission in France?” You nodded. “The leader survived and escaped. A year later, he sends in a threat and a picture… of you from outside my apartment. He had people following your every step-“
“How come you never told me about that?”
“We thought it was best this way. The less you knew the better.” Steve explained. “Fury thought it would be best to-“
“What was the threat?” You pressed.
“I killed his brother during the mission. He would take you in retaliation, torture you and kill you. I wanted to get you into Witness Protection or something but Fury thought it would be best to make him believe you weren’t with me and what better than pretending I didn’t care about you-“
“Than cheating on me, breaking my heart and not trusting anymore.” You stood up again and paced back and forth. “You could have told me the plan.” You said sarcastically. “Or did I not matter enough to have a say in this?”
“We thought it was better this way.”
“We?” You scoffed. “You went along with what Fury said, a man that always said he would never get married, that never loved anyone romantically, just because he suggested it?”
“I didn’t want to do that to you, Y/N! Hurting you was the lowest point in my life but your protection, knowing you were safe was all that matter to me. I didn’t want to be the cause for your death. I haven’t stopped hating myself for what I did to you. Your face that day, when you saw me wakes me up at night. Every time I close my eyes I see you.”
“Well I’m sorry it hurt you when you hurt me.” You said bitterly and walked to the front door.
Steve got up and grabbed your hand, preventing you from going outside. “Y/N, please-“
“A kiss would’ve done the job.”
“You need to understand that nothing happened.”
“Come on, Steve. You seriously want me to believe that I didn’t find you in the middle of fucking her?”
“Fury called me that day. It was perfect because you went home earlier so we staged it. As soon as we heard you come in, she got on top of me. We only took our shirts off. I promise.”
“You don’t get it. The point is that you made me believe that. Whether it happened or not, it doesn’t matter. Four years and you never tried to find me. You could have asked Fury to help you find me and yet you never moved a finger.”
“You sent me a letter a month after, telling me you were okay and I let it go, not wanting to risk your safety.”
“And let me guess, Fury gave it to you. Something I never wrote.” You deadpanned. “That day, I got off early because I felt tired and sick. I thought of going to the doctor. Pregnancy crossed my mind. I was going to tell you of the possibility because, well, we fucked like teenagers in heat.” You chuckled humorlessly. “I found the man I loved and my best friend in bed together. A bed where multiple times you promised to love me always.”
“I still love you-“
“You don’t love me and you didn’t back then. You disrespected everything about me. You broke me, Steve. You thought you protected me but all you did was rip me apart. I found out I was pregnant that day. I realize I should have told you but you didn’t care about me, why would you care about my baby? But raising her with the knowledge that Captain America is her dad is so painful. Because you could do no wrong. People love you. You are a hero. Her hero. And I was just a woman you never loved. And now she is playing with Black Widow and it hurts-“ You choked on a sob. “She looks up at the two people that hurt me. Life is cruel.” You tried to stop the tears. You didn’t want to ponder more over that and you definitely didn’t want to be weak in front of the man you still love again. Because yes, despite everything, you still love Steve. You didn’t want to. Even with the confession that he and Natasha never slept together, the image will forever be imprinted in your memory.
And still, you let him take you in his arms. Rubbing your back and whispering apologies in your ear. And it was like you were home again and you were scared that he would leave you again. That this was life’s cruel joke. But he continued holding onto you.
“You have no idea how much I hate myself.” He whispered in your ear. “It’s all my fault and I know it. I should have known better and I know you’ll never forgive me, I wouldn’t forgive me either. Please believe me when I say that I love you, that I never stopped loving you.”
“I loved you, Steve. I loved you with everything I had. We were going to get married and buy a house and start a family and you took everything from me. We have a daughter, Steve. Her name is Sarah Jamie Rogers-Y/L/N, after your mom and your friend Bucky. And I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate that I still love you.” You repeated as you tried to punch him in the chest. You wanted to hurt him for all the pain he caused you and he took it, not like you could do much damage but you needed this and Steve didn’t fight back. You could hear his small cries and you hated the situation, his decision even more. The tears wouldn’t stop falling and yet your body was all weak. Four years of pent up frustration and you finally had answers that made you feel worse than before. Because despite the fact that he did hurt you, deep inside you know he wouldn’t have done it on purpose. He was Steve Rogers and has proven that he was an honest man.
“What’s a fear you have?” The question was random and you stopped playing with Steve’s fingers as you looked back at him. “Big or small, right now.”
“That something happens to you and you don’t come back to me.” You didn’t have to think much about it. “You?”
“That you stop loving me.”
“That could never happen. That’s impossible so you have nothing to worry about.” You assured him.
Steve bent down to kiss you but he stopped before it could get heated. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered against your lips.”
“You could never hurt me.” You promised. “Please, Steve, make love to me.”
Steve took his cock from under the sheets and lined up against your cunt. He rubbed the head against your clit, he moved it in circles until you were wet enough and then plunged inside. The squelching noises would’ve been scandalous if it wasn’t for the way Steve was looking at you, as if he closed his eyes, you’d disappear. He wad committing your face to memory and you felt overwhelmed with emotions. You prayed that he would always come home to you, that he would never stop loving you.
“I’m close.”
“I love you Steve.” You moaned as he hit the right spot and didn’t give him the chance to say it back as you cupped his face and kissed him deeply. You didn’t need him to say it, you knew him. “Never leave me, okay?”
“Is my Mommy okay?” You faintly heard a child’s voice.
“She’s just sleeping, cutie.” Steve told his little girl after tucking your tired body in your bed. He never allowed himself to think of finding you and explain. He knew there was nothing he could do or say to you to fix the pain he caused you. But he was glad that all that pain paid off at the end.
“Can I show you my Captain America collection?” The voice brought him back and he nodded as he let the girl grab his hand. He felt his heart beat faster as this was the first time he felt the skin of something you and him created together. He was fascinated and transfixed in the way the little bundle of joy acted so much like him and you. The perfect combination. The thing he lost for something he could have fixed another way. Four years but he wasn’t going anywhere anymore. It would have to be okay if you didn’t want to love him anymore but he would always be there for his girl. “…and my mommy got me this book with pictures of you.” Sarah rambled on as Steve tried to contain his tears. Despite all the damage, he was so grateful you never hide him to her.
“Sarah?” Blue eyes looked back at him. “Do you have a daddy?”
His daughter shook her head. “Mommy told me that my daddy is a soldier but he can’t come back because he is saving the world but he loves me and maybe one day I can meet him and save the world together.” She explained and then her face light up. “If you are my mommy’s friend, do you know about my daddy?” Her expression was hopeful and his heart broke even more.
“I know him and it’s true he loves you. More than you’ll ever know and he will always be thinking of you.”
“Can you tell him something if you see him again?”
“Absolutely.”
“Can you tell him that my mommy misses him a lot?” Sarah whispered. “Every night she cries but tell him that I always make her happy so he doesn’t have to worry.”
“I promise I will tell him.” He sniffled lowly so Sarah wouldn’t hear him but it was painful to hear his daughter say that you cry because of him. If only he could go back in time and prevent all the heartbreak he and only he caused.
“Sarah? Would you like a snack?” Natasha asked and Sarah was quick to run to her in excitement, rambling about her favorite snack and asking for Black Widow’s favorite.
Steve allowed himself to let the tears fall. With blurry eyes, he looked around his daughter’s room. Whenever both of you had the chance, you’d talk of the future in depth. How many kids you would have, their names although the name of his mother was always the option for a middle name, the color of the walls, whether to have curtains or shutters, the theme for the room… So many things you discussed, had playful fight about, all gone in a second. And now he has to see it as an spectator.
He got up from the small chair and walked back into your room. He noticed how you continued to hug the spare pillow the way you used to hug his whenever he was out on a mission. How you still left room for him to sit on the edge on the bed, knowing he would sit and stare at you when he came back, grateful to be back home to you, admiring your beauty before waking you up and greet you after a long time apart.
When he sat down, he noticed something sticking from under your bed. His heart soared when he flipped the frame and saw two photos. One of you and him and one of him alone. He remembers the day it was taken. He had come back from a very long mission and he promised to make up for all the dates he missed. He picked up your favorite flowers and rang the doorbell even though you had agreed to move in with him. He took you on his motorcycle and you always thought he looked so classic and handsome riding it that you snapped the picture. He took you to the pier that day. You walked down the boardwalk, played at the arcade and ate burgers and fries. Before leaving, you spent some time enjoying the water and sand between your toes. The picture was taken at sunset, both of you staring lovingly at each other.
“Steve?” Your voice snapped him out of the treasured memory.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. There’s nothing I can do to fix the past but please let me fix some of our future. Let me be a part of our daughter’s life.” Steve begged you, his hands cupping yours, afraid of letting go again.
“Mommy, you are up!” Sarah ran into the room and jumped into your arms.
“Rogers?” Natasha brought his attention from his two girls. “Sam is here, we have to go.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N.”
Steve was going to leave again and you couldn’t stop his alter ego Captain America from doing so.
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Unreview and written while very very very sleepy so pls forgive me any mistakes
Ari stumbled through the house until he got to the bedroom and found what he was looking for - you, sleeping peacefully in your shared bed, wearing only your panties and one of his t-shirts. Way too much clothing if you asked him.
He took off his clothes as quickly as he could in his drunken state. He normally didn’t drink much but it was the bachelor party of one of his closest friends so he had decided to indulge himself. And now he was looking for a different kind of pleasure.
You started to wake up as you felt him climb on the bed and press himself on top of you, feeling you all over.
“Ari, what time is it?” you mumbled.
“Shh, baby, you just rest.” He grabbed your hips and thighs, grinding his already hard cock against your behind. “I just need som'thing.”
He pressed wet kisses against your neck as he slid down your panties. His fingers traveled to your pussy and started pressing inside, the urgency in his actions a stark contrast to his usual gentle and giving nature. You loved when Ari got like this and how much he just wanted, needed, you.
“Ari…” You moaned, pressing your head into the pillows and spreading your legs to let him take what he wanted.
“So fucking good, sweetheart, always so ready for me.” He removed his fingers from you and lined up his cock to your entrance. “Thought about this wet cunt all night, just sitting here waiting for me to come home and stuff it full.”
He pressed in and you held on to the mattress and did your best to relax. You were used to a lot more preparation and you couldn’t help but be turned on at the feeling of his girth stretching you out. The slight pain would subside in a moment but for now it was there reminding you of how much you were his to use, how much of yourself you were eager to give to him.
As soon as he felt you relax around him, he started to fuck you in earnest, heavy body pressing you into the mattress,head tucked into your neck with the sound of his moaning right bellow your ear. Ari always got louder when he was drunk, his kisses always got filthier and his dirty talk always got nastier.
“Fuck, honey, just what I needed. My little slut spreading her legs for me, letting me use her.” He pulled back to kneel on the bed, manhandling you to put your ass in the air for him and entering you again. “That’s it!” He slapped you ass-cheek, making you yelp. “Clench that hole for me, milk this cock, c’mon.”
You could feel him nearing the edge and you knew exactly how to push him there. “Ari, please, fill me up, ‘want your come inside me.”
“Oh fuck, gonna tuck you back in with this pussy full, baby. You’re gonna keep it all inside and I’ll give you more in the morning. My pussy.”
“Yours! All yours, Ari.” You said, feeling your own pleasure building up.
With a few more powerful thrusts he came and the feeling of his warm come flooding you was enough to make you reach your peak as well. You wailed into the bed as he rode out his orgasm, groaning at the way your walls clenched around him.
When you both started to come down from your high, he slipped out of you and you turned to lay on your back, trying to normalize your breathing.
Ari laid his head on your chest and you felt the drowsiness of sleep take over your body again. The last thing you remembered was the purr of satisfaction he let out while you stroked his hair, one of your favorite sounds in the world.
You knew in the morning he would wake you up with his gentle kisses, probably eat you out and make you come more than one, slightly guilty for his roughness the night before. You loved both sides of your man and you wouldn't trade him for all the peaceful nights of sleep in the world.
warnings: 18+ only. professor!Andy Barber. teacher/student relationship. spanking. extremely rough oral sex. asphyxiation. dub con if you squint. lewdness in a lecture hall.
word count: 1,254
author’s note: inspired by the Newsweek photos we were all affected by. 💙
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“You know what happens when you’re late for class.” His disapproving tone makes your thighs press together desperate to quell the ache that’s been teasing you the past hour.
You hang your head low, pretending to show remorse even though you arrived late wanting to endure his wrath.
The hard stare he sent your way made your belly tumble but you played it cool, giving him a shit eating grin as you parked in an empty seat and got your notebook out. His bearded jaw twitched with annoyance before he spoke, “Y/N, I’ll see you after class.”
Andy shoves you over his desk making you squeal in surprise. His hands slot over your hips as his nails bite into the softness that lays there. His head nuzzles yours, his words but a menacing whisper at your ear, “I’m gonna make sure you cry this time. Whether from pain or pleasure, I want some tears.”
In a flash, your skirt is flipped over your hips and your soaked panties are cuffs around your ankles keeping you locked in place. His fingers trail over the exposed skin of your ass before landing at the heated juncture of your thighs. His thumb tracing up and down your sopping petals making you whimper.
“You play the good girl so well; you’ve got everyone fooled. Expect me.”
Just then a hard smack lands on your bottom. You bite back a yelp as he rains down blow after powerful blow to your sensitive skin making your eyes water from the pain.
“As much as you pretend to dislike my punishment, your body betrays you.” You feel his digits curl inside your channel, rubbing over the spots only he could find. Obscene squelching noises echo in the empty lecture hall that only moments ago were filled with students.
His fingers tease you to the brink as the blossoming pain from your ass drives you head on towards your peak. Then suddenly all sensations ceased.
Shiny fingers glistening with your arousal paint your lips crudely and he smears your essence over your tongue as his thick fingers worm their way inside your mouth. You can’t help but mewl around the digits as they stuff you full.
“It’s going to be hard to sit the next few days but I needed to make it stick.” He says as he slides his fingers in and out of your lips before shocking you with a rather harsh spank that makes you jolt forward, choking you on his fingers.
“Oh, Honey, are my fingers too much for you?” he feigns concern with an evil grin. “Looks like I’ll have to train that slutty mouth of yours to take my cock just how I like.”
Your teeth nip at his knuckles as he pushes his fingers further down your throat and it makes your belly heave in response. You whine around him, tongue swirling and diving between his digits as he fucks your mouth with his hand.
“Ah ah, shhh, wanna make sure your throat ready for my cock.”
A sharp smack to your ass causes his fingers to shove further down your gullet which convulses under his assault. The sinful groan that meets your ears spurs you on even though your belly somersaults.
“Fuck yes, that’s just what I want.” He growls from his dominating stance over you.
Suddenly, his fingers are torn from your lips and you’re given a moment to catch your breath. You hear a buckle and feel fingers in your hair before his hard length is pressing between your swollen lips.
“You gonna do just what I told you? Be my good girl and let me fuck your throat?” He holds your head steady as he fucks into your mouth with shallow thrusts, letting you get used to his well-endowed cock that’s forcing your lips apart.
The salty length of him slides over your taste buds and makes your mouth water with every slow push. Andy grits his teeth, already on the edge as he watches you drool over his length, “Ready to make amends, Kitten?”
You garble out a sloppy “Yes” as more spit slides out the corners of your lips. His fingers grace your slick jaw line holding your gaze to his, “Once I start, I’m not stopping until I come down your throat.”
Your heart plummets into your belly and your core ignites as he grabs the back of your head and thrusts his entire length into your mouth. The first shove makes your body heave as his crown tickles your tonsils, “Relax.”
His hips withdraw allowing you a breath before he’s diving back into your warmth. He nudges further, sliding down the top of your throat with a hearty growl. It makes your body seize as your air is cut off, your arms grabbing onto his muscular thighs as he relents and pulls his cock from the confines of your canal.
“God damn, that feels amazing.” He beams as he holds the base of his cock staving off his orgasm. “You’re doing so well, Kitten.” He praises as you stare up at him with watery eyes. “Let me back in, come on.” Your lip trembles but you do as his says.
The weight of him is heavy on your tongue as he slides home. He thrusts past your tonsils and down your gullet in one go. “Fuck.”
His hips start a steady rhythm that makes your jaw ache and your throat burns as he takes his pleasure from you. His hand moves down to your neck feeling the slight bump of his girth as it strains your muscles.
Andy halts his thrust keeping himself buried in the safety of your channel as he looks down at you with an ominous stare. Your blood beats against your skull from lack of air as you smack your hand against his hip.
He snatches your hand and places it over your skin forcing you to feel him from the outside. “This is now the second hole of yours I’ve claimed.” His hips retreat allowing you a frantic breath before it’s cut off.
You vibrate his length, desperate for air as he spreads you open again, “Once I’ve fucked your ass, you’re mine. In every sense of the word.”
His hips buck into your throat causing you to gag heavily, “You’re okay, you’re okay.” He coos as your body shakes from his severe treatment. You push against his hips but the hold on your head was solid as his cock swells and ravages your gullet.
With a gravelly groan Andy fills your belly with thick ropes of white, holding your nose against his skin as you drool around the base of him. As the last of his spend spilled into your stomach he slips from your lips causing you to cough and sputter dragging in ragged, uneasy breaths.
“You gonna be late for my class again?” he asks, pinching your chin between his fingers. His gaze is light airing on the side of playful, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“No, Professor.”
“Good girl.” He helps clean your chin as you shuffle back into your panties. The cooled arousal sticks to your searing mound making you wince from the contact wishing you’d gotten off as well.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you tonight.” He pulls you into a heated kiss only to break it off just as the door opens and a swarm of students fills the hall.
“Thanks for the lesson, Professor.” You call out, swaying your hips as you leave the room heading to your next class.
