Summary: Some interesting rumours have been circling around about Bucky. Little do you know, it's kinda your fault.
Word Count: 4.5K
Warnings: Porn with a bit of plot, SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, soft Buck, SMUT!!!!
AN: Sorry y'all! It's kinda a bit shit but listen, it's self-indulgent so idc :) This is kinda inspired by 'Pink in the Night' by Mitski which I was listening to while writing this. Have a good rest of the week, y'all <3 (Also, I love this gif. Can anyone tell me where it's from????)
Bucky had a love-hate relationship with being your neighbour. On the one hand, he loved seeing your face as you left your room every morning, hair not yet slicked to perfection, and sleep still evident on your face. You seemed a lot more innocent in the morning - conversations more idle.
On the other hand - and perhaps as a downside to his more sensitive hearing - you drove him crazy with the knowledge of things that perhaps he wasn't supposed to know.
This night was no different. You had headed off to bed after a long day, bidding everyone in the kitchen a good night. You grabbed a water bottle before slipping into the elevator, Bucky not far behind. You stepped out of the elevator together and you wished him sweet dreams before slipping into your room. Oh, his dreams were going to be far from sweet.
You see, your beds were pushed up to opposite sides of the same wall, so he could hear you relax on your bed. He could hear you shuffle to strip into just your underwear, and how your hand slipped into your panties. He could hear how your breath hitched as you circled your clit, and your soft moans as you plunged your fingers into your cunt or as your vibrator dipped in between your folds.
He could almost envisage you doing it - a forbidden porno that took root in his mind every night that he heard you finger yourself to completion. The rosy pink flush that you would glow as you came all over your hand. Your heavy rise and fall of your chest as you came down from your high. The small smile that would adorn your face as rolled over to fall asleep - the oxytocin released coursing through your veins.
He felt disgusting as he did - one of those creeps that he intended to protect you from for the rest of his life. But after you'd fallen asleep, he'd hop into the shower to cool his body and his mind - to throw the detestable thoughts of you to the far corners of his mind. But as he fell asleep, you'd re-enter his mind in a different way. A more safe-for-work way. You'd be in his arms, cuddling him and whispering sweet words of encouragement. You'd be cooking him dinner while he told you funny stories about his life with scrawny Steve in the 40s; he'd be washing the dishes while you sat on the counter tell him about your day. He'd worry for your well-being - not as an overbearing coworker but as a loving, doting boyfriend. Maybe husband.
Bucky was getting ahead of himself - he'd have to work up the courage to have more than a few-word conversation with you. But for now, wishing he could hold your hand would have to suffice.
Being Bucky's neighbour was not much easier. Especially when he was completely oblivious to your plight. Even the slight brush of a hand made your heart flutter.
You loved seeing him early in the morning - he always seemed less reserved when he was fresh from a good night's rest. He was faster to smile, faster to laugh. It was nice. You woke up at an ungodly hour to see him just before he headed on his morning run. You couldn't deny that the morning light did wonders for him - you were always left wanting more when he dipped into the elevator.
Oh, and the sounds. Your hearing was not quite as superior as Bucky's, but you definitely heard things that left you clenching around thin air.
You knew Bucky wasn't one to self-complete often - in fact, it was rare that you ever caught on to the act. But you had caught the odd broken moan coming from his room. You turned into molten mush, the weight of your arousal buckling your knees. If there was any sound that could turn you to putty, it was that.
You didn't how many times the idea of Bucky fucking you had played through your mind, but each night a different variation brought you the same ending - your fingers deep in your cunt, coaxing you to a climax.
Every night, you wished his cock, tongue, fingers were filling you up instead of yours, leaving you aching and wishing for more. You wanted to run your nails down his back - leaving permanent reminders of your love for him - while he nipped at your neck - leaving marks claiming you as his.
Sometimes, your brain caught up to your thoughts, reprimanding you for your possessiveness. He wasn't yours, you had to remind yourself, even if you wished he was. For that, you'd have to actually have to have more than a few-word conversation with him - which to be honest, seemed impossible. So you stuck to your nightly wishful dreaming, hoping one day he'd be yours. Only yours.
Summer was the worst for Bucky. You were the type to spend hours upon hours out in the sun, coming back with a budding tan and rosy complexion - it did nothing to quell the budding images flashing in the back of his mind. You. Under him. Panting. Moaning his name as he brought you to the edge. Over and over again. Face glowing pink as you gaze up into his eyes, drunk on love and his cock. Bucky had to excuse himself to splash cold water on his face.
It didn't help that the clothing you wore did nothing to help his imagination. The semi-sheer tops, the shorts, the swimsuit and bikinis. Every time he saw you, he immediately had to duck back inside to deal with 'a little problem'. More like a very large, very hard, and very obvious problem.
Still, he enjoyed your company more than he had for the better part of his time living in the compound. He listened to your stories, your jokes, helped solve your issues. He felt that - even if you weren't quite what he wanted you to be - your relationship was blossoming into something quite beautiful. And that made him feel a lot braver - he introduced a little comment here and there, a hand always on your waist or the small of your back. He flirted with you from time to time: just to gauge a meter on your reactions, he'd tell himself, as if this was an experiment to crack a hypothesis that had been perplexing scientists for years.
The sun was peaking over the top of the trees surrounding the compound when you woke up. That was a rarity in summer, given that the sun rose at nearly 5am. Still, you didn't miss out on the opportunity to watch the sunrise, curling up on your windowsill with your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders.
You heard Bucky opening his door, and you ran towards yours, grabbing your phone and slippers on your way. You opened your door just as he closed his. He was dressed in gym wear - as always - since he was going on his morning run around the compound track. It was a nice track - one that you rarely frequented - going in and out of the forest behind the compound, totalling about 4.5 miles in distance.
He took you in, eyes bulging as they raked over you. You looked down, following his gaze. Shit. In your rush to see Bucky, you'd forgotten that your nightwear had consisted of some flimsy shorts and your bra - that you had thrown on after waking up to save a modicum of dignity, should someone burst into your room. It was too hot for anything else. You crossed your arms over your chest, which indefinitely made the issue worse as Bucky's eyes lifted way over your head.
"Looking good, babe!" Nat yells, walking across the landing toward you both. Clearly, Bucky had been intending to go on a run with her, maybe fit in a quick sparring session. You sent them on their way, with a 'have fun' and 'don't have too much fun.'
As soon as you were back in the comfort of your room, Nat elbowed Bucky hard.
"Oww! What the fuck was that for?" Rubbing his metal arm, for the convincing act.
"Oh please, you big baby. You have a fucking metal arm, get over yourself." She looked down, "You have a bit of a situation going on down there."
He looks down, embarrassment flushing his cheeks bright red, and subtly tucked his hard dick into his waistband.
"You wanna go sort that out? I won't hold it against you," Nat said, hitting the button to call the lift, "I promise not to tell Stark. Scout's honour." She jokingly holds up 3 fingers. Bucky swats her arm gently.
"No point."
Nat gasps, "No way. Don't tell me Mr. Winter Soldier can't have sex."
"Not sex," Bucky mumbles, "Just jerking off. Can't seem to - you know - finish."
Bucky had a history with Nat. They'd known each other for years. That kind of history made this kind of conversation somewhat less uncomfortable.
Nat burst into laughter. So much for not being uncomfortable.
The lift stopped on Sam's floor. He stepped in, gazing warily at the scene in front of him: the Black Widow doubled over in laughter, and the Winter Soldier embarrassed and uncomfortable in the corner.
He begged to be let in on the joke. Nat wheezed between laughs, "He - can't - fucking - cum!" Bursting into another bout of laughter, with Sam close behind, Bucky jumps out on the next floor, heading to the roof for some fresh air. He catches you up there, trying out some morning yoga. He sneaks up behind you as your stand up, grabbing your waist. You shriek, hitting him hard in the chest, before melting into his embrace once your brain caught up to the situation.
"Not fair!" You pouted, pausing your peaceful music, "Yoga's supposed to be peaceful!"
Bucky chuckles, pulling you into another hug, feeling you wrap your arms around his neck.
"I thought you were going on a run with Nat?" You whispered into his ear, your cheek resting on his clavicle.
"She ditched me for Sam." Bucky opted to leave out the real reason why he had left Nat and Sam in pieces in the elevator.
"Sucks to be you, Barnes!" You laugh pulling away and stepping back onto your mat. "Now leave me alone - just 'cause your friends abandoned you, doesn't mean you can bother me."
Bucky pouted, causing you to laugh before you turned back to your Yoga. He stood there and watched you for a minute, before heading back down to the gym. He strung up a punching bag, before wrapping his flesh wrist. Bucky took all his pent-up aggression and frustration out on the punching bag, allowing no respite between each jab, cross, and hook.
He stayed in the gym for over 3 hours, working every bit of stress out of his body. By the time he left the gym, the sun was high in the sky and a long day of paperwork and training awaited. Bucky headed up to his room for a quick shower - washing all the sweat off his body.
He felt lighter heading downstairs for breakfast - the weight of his arousal pushed far back in his mind. There was nothing he could do about it anyway.
Since deciding he would pursue you honestly, he couldn't seem to finish, no matter how hard he tried. You had been the only thing to push him over the edge - it seemed his body couldn't do it without you. It was frustrating beyond belief. He'd tried other things, porn, erotica, even thinking back to good times before the war. Nothing helped. It was as if his body was finetuned to you - only you knew the magic password to release him. Figuratively and literally.
When he reached the kitchen, he was privy to a welcome sight. You, in your combat gear, grabbing some granola bars before you jumped on the quinjet. You and Stark were heading on a surveillance mission in Guatemala for the week. You were reaching up to the top shelf, stretching on your tiptoes for the expensive granolas that had been kept on the top shelf. Bucky's granola bars that he had put there to stop anyone else from stealing them.
He reached up from behind you and grabbed the box, placing it in your hands. You looked guilty. You'd been caught red-handed.
"It's fine, doll. Take as many as you want." He said, leaning back against the counter, resting on his forearms. Your face flushed red as you grabbed 2 or 3, shoving them into your bag and turning around to fill up your water bottle.
You shivered when his hot breath fanned across your exposed neck, "Just remember that you owe me."
He was gone by the time you turned around.
The rumour had spread like wildfire while you were away.
"Did you hear that Bucky can't have sex?"
"I heard that Bucky can't - you know - cum?"
"Apparently, his time at Hydra fucked him up worse than he realised."
"He can't even masturbate you know?"
The rumours were getting out of hand, but he let them swirl. There was an ounce of truth to them, even if Hydra had nothing to do with his current predicament.
No, that blame could only lie with you.
When you got back, Bucky had just left on a 4-day-long mission with Sam - which meant you heard all the rumours and Bucky wasn't there to defend himself.
You heard it first when you dropped your suit off for dry-cleaning. One of the tech guys was whispering to Marta, the woman who looked after the dry cleaning of suits, about Bucky's apparent inability to ejaculate. You were shocked. Where the hell did they even get that information? You dropped off your suit and headed back up to your room to shower.
You then heard another mention of it when you went to drop off your reports. Two of the agents that were being reassigned to Steve's team - that were currently on a month-long mission in Chad - were gossiping outside Tony's office.
" - and apparently she ran out crying. Thought she wasn't good enough for him or something along those lines. I don't know."
"Yeah, apparently the breakup was grizzly."
"I feel bad for him you know, all of the shit he went through with Hydra, and now this?"
"Yeah, man, really sucks."
Your face blushed a bright red. What the fuck? Where did this rumour even come from? You knew for a fact that Bucky hadn't had a girlfriend since living in the compound so wherever that part of the rumour came from was completely untrue.
You had to get to the bottom of this.
You spent the better part of the next 2 days collecting bits of information from conversations between people around the compound. You found out that the rumour had originated from a conversation between Nat and Sam, which an agent had overheard while they were on their run. It had been twisted as most oral stories were leading to this big misleading idea that Bucky was unable to even get it up and that he was unable to please a woman. You were sure the latter part was untrue. You'd heard the way he moaned alone in his room - you were sure that you could cum just from his moans alone. He wouldn't even need to touch you.
You didn't think the rumour would affect you when Bucky got back. After all, you knew at least some of it to be false. But when he got back, his beard grown out a little because he couldn't shave it while he was away, you felt embarrassed. Not because of his supposed 'predicament' but because you felt as if you had found out something that you maybe weren't supposed to know.
Bucky caught on quicker than you would have liked. The night after he got back, Tony had thrown a little get-together to 'celebrate midsummer'. Realistically, Tony just wanted a reason to go out and drink with his friends. You had avoided Bucky most of the night - not necessarily intentionally, but Bucky still felt slightly hurt and more than a little confused.
He caught you alone on the balcony, looking out at the stars.
"Did I do something?" He said, sneaking up behind you and making you jump. Nervousness and insecurity laced his every move, worried that he had hurt you in some way that he couldn't possibly imagine.
You shook your head violently, scared to make eye contact with him. He lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.
"What's wrong?" You turned back to face the sky, embarrassment filling your chest. He laced his metal fingers into yours, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"It's stupid."
"No, it's not. Nothing's stupid, not if it's you." Your heart fluttered at his words.
Your eyes met his steady gaze, "It's really stupid." His eyes begged you to go on, "It's just that - um - when I got back I - um - heardthisreallystupidrumourandIshouldn'thaveletitgettomebutbasically -"
Bucky placed a hand on your waist, drawing small circles, "Breathe."
"Someone said you had trouble pleasing women." You let out quietly. If it hadn't been for his enhanced hearing, he probably would have missed you. His grip on your waist tightened, "Bucky?"
"Trouble pleasing women? That's a new one." His deep voice cut you to your core. You let out a small whimper as the arousal pooled in your panties.
Bucky didn't miss that either.
He grabbed your arm and led you through the party. No one gave you a double look as he lead you into the vacant elevator, slamming your floor number and pushing you up against the wall.
"Think I can't please a woman, huh? Think again. Don't think I don't know what you think about when you cum all over your hand, whining my name under your breath." You whined lowly at his words, feeling how he pushed his hard dick perfectly in line with your throbbing pussy, "Isn't that right, slut? That's what you are, aren't you? My perfect little slut?" You moan at his degrading statement, pushing your pussy further onto his cock trying to find some friction.
"So needy," He tutted, his condescending tone only heightening your arousal. The elevator door pinged and Bucky picked you up bridal-style, kicking the door to your room open. You regularly forgot to lock it while heading down to dinner - for once, both you and Bucky were glad.
He dropped you on your bed, unceremoniously, eyes raking over you ravenously. The heat rose up your face, as you shifted under his unrelenting gaze.
"Oh baby, you don't how long I've been waiting for this." He leaned down locking your lips in a passionate kiss. His palm landed just above your knee, caressing up your leg towards your upper thigh. His hand slid under your dress, cupping your ass. He left a light squeeze, making you gasp into the kiss.
He leaned down, grabbing you with ease, flipping you both so you were straddling his waist. He tangled his flesh hand in your hair, the metal one possessively gripping your hip. He brought you down to his lips for another kiss - even when you were on top, he made sure you knew that he was in charge.
He toyed with the hem of your dress, eyes raking over you once again.
"Off."
You pulled the dress over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties. You felt seriously underdressed, especially considering Bucky was still in his jacket. He reaches up, joining your lips in another kiss, and reaching around to remove your bra. He tosses it to the side, running his knuckles over your pebbled nipples. You moan loudly, panties soaked. He takes his time pinching and squeezing your nipples, licking and biting as he went. The alternate sensations of one warm hand and one ice-cold heighten your arousal ten-fold. You buck your hips over his jeans, the sensation of his fly between your sensitive folds throwing you into overdrive.
His grip on your waist tightened once again. "I can feel your cunt throbbing, honey." You whimpered pathetically. "Go ahead, use me to get off. I know you want to."
Your hips started bucking off their own accord, clothed pussy running over the fly of his jeans. They started slow, getting a feel for what exactly you were doing. Bucky's hands started pushing you faster, setting a faster groove. The coil in your stomach began to tighten as your bucking became more erratic. You teetered on the edge of an orgasm when Bucky stopped you.
"Beg." He restarted your pace, faster and more erratic than before.
"Please, please, please, please, Bucky, please let me cum, please..-" You babbled, tripping and stumbling through your pleas. With a searing kiss, he gives you permission.
"I love you, I love you, I love, OH-" You fall off the edge of one of the hardest orgasms you've ever had, head empty with only one thing on your mind. Bucky.
You feel Bucky manhandle your body so your back is lying on the bed and he is towering over you. He asks you if you want to go on and all you can do is nod your head vigorously.
He chuckles, "I like your enthusiasm baby, but I need words. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, YES!" You shout, breathlessly, already needing more.
He's fully naked and it's all you can do to not stare. He's definitely a well-endowed man, and he definitely has no problem getting it up.
"Like what you see?" He smirks, and you slap his thigh playfully. He pulls you further toward the edge of the bed and lines his dick up with your slick folds. He slides in slowly, holding your chin up so you keep eye contact with him. He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head in satisfaction. You've never felt so full in your life. He presses into you slowly, feeling the way your tightness engulfs him, allowing your body to adjust to his size. You whimper softly as he pushes in - you never realised just how desperate you were for him.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He chuckles, watching as tears leak out of your eyes. His condescending tone was back, and all it did was make you hornier. You babbled incoherently, "Gone dumb already? What a cock-drunk little slut you are."
He trails a metal finger up the side of your torso, watching the goosebumps left in its wake. You whimper again.
"Such a needy little baby. Only I can take care of you like this, right? Only me."
"Only you." You affirmed, pressing a kiss to the arm near your head.
He pulled out almost entirely, before slamming all the way back in. You screamed in pleasure, and Bucky set a brutal pace. He pinned your arms above your head with his right hand, and his left hand came to wrap around your throat. The significance of that was not lost on you. He loved you enough to not hurt you, even with his metal arm.
"I love you, baby. You know that right?" Bucky looked you deep in the eyes, "You know I love you right?"
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," You babble back, lost in the throes of passion.
Bucky found your clit with his metal hand, pressing and flicking gently. You felt your muscles tighten for a second time, and you grabbed the sheets throwing your head back as you came harder than the first time.
Bucky came moments later, deep inside you with a loud moan. He pulled out slowly, collapsing next to you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling yourself into his neck.
He chuckled at that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a bear hug. You stayed like that for a minute before he untangled himself from you and carried you to the bathroom.
He turned on the shower and you both stepped under it, cleaning the sweat and cum off your bodies. Your legs felt like jelly, so you leaned heavily into Bucky as he washed you off.
"Stay awake, doll, just for a second," He said, shaking you awake each time you dozed off in the shower.
Bucky pulled some of your clothes onto your body, before setting you down on the bed. He gave you a quick kiss to the forehead before promising to be back soon.
He snuck into his room wrapped in a towel, before throwing on the first pair of sweats he could find and dashing to the kitchen for a cup of water.
He snuck back into your room, to see you already dead asleep on the bed. He slipped under the covers, tugging you closer to his chest, and smiled.
Through your grogginess, you nuzzled into his chest. "I love you." You whispered, your lips resting against his heart.
You woke up to the sound of soft snoring in your ear and sunlight streaming through the window. You smiled. You untangled yourself from Bucky's arms, disappearing into your bathroom to pee. You wash your face and brush your teeth before diving back into Bucky's arms.
Your legs were still sore from last night, but you didn't care. You were Bucky's and Bucky was yours. The very thought put a massive smile on your face.
"What's tickled your feather this morning?" Goddamn, his morning voice was sexy. You smiled and pressed a hard kiss to his lips.
Bucky smiled through the kiss. He picked you up by the thighs, carrying you while he brushed his teeth and splashed his face.
The compound was pretty silent, barely anyone was awake after drinking the night away. So, while Bucky made you pancakes for breakfast, you asked him the question, "Hey, Buck, where did the rumour come from?"
He looked at you, vaguely embarrassed, "You know that day, when me and Nat were gonna go down to train?"
You face flushed red, "When I walked out in my underwear?"
"Yeah," he chuckled, "I got a hard-on, like a teenage boy."
You stifled a laugh.
"So, Nat said, do I wanna go deal with it? And I told her I couldn't."
You looked at him confused, "Why not?"
"Cause of you," he said simply. You looked at him even more confused, "You were the only thing I got get off to. I tried everything else. Porn, erotica, even thinking about old sex. Nothing worked."
You flushed red again. "Oh god, I've weirded you out, haven't I?" You broke off his impending spiral with a kiss.
"I love you." You said, placing a kiss on his bare chest.
He looked at you with such love and reverence that you felt like you might combust under his gaze.
He kissed you again and all you could think was, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
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Summary: Frat!Chris falls lovesick and clings onto his girl for dear life, it doesnât help when sheâs parading around in a bikini. Overall, Y/n and Chris are the ultimate campus couple đ (lovesick puppy chris)
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Y/n posed in the mirror, rightly checking herself out in her newest bought black bikini, the underwear seamed with fine jewels. Hearing her friendâs bedroom door open she saw one of the head brothers of the frat, her boyfriend. Dressed in navy blue swim shorts, the brunette strolled over whistling out in awe, Chris' hands landing onto her sweet behind.
âWhy donât we just slip these off for a min?â He whispered placing his head onto her shoulder, making direct eye contact through the mirror. His fingers naughtily playing with the strings holding up her bikini bottom; giggling she pulled his hands off and turned to face him.
This was one of her first college parties of her sophomore year, it was her best friendâs Lucyâs pool party, and of course a certain frat was invited.
âHowâd ya know I was in here pretty boy?â She smiled combing back his hair underneath his backwards cap, his hands now climbing up her waist and settling on her ribcage.
âLittle birdy called Lucy told me, how long were you gonna hide all this from me then?â Chris growled grabbing a handful of ass once again, smiling contently as Y/n leant up and kissed his lips gently. Her hands cupped his face while he fondled her softly, his hands going up to her breasts and copping a few feels.
Despite him being a senior, Chris couldnât help but feel enamoured by the girl in his arms, and it all started because he knocked on the wrong dorm door; the rest was history. Even though frats have this reputation, Chris definitely put his to rest, the poor guy was seen following her around campus like a lost puppy. Holding her books for her, walking her to her lectures, spending his weekends in her bed, taking her home for thanksgiving and even proclaiming their relationship on his social media.
âGod how are you all mine? Is life even real right now?â He moaned against her lips, pecking her twice more, their lips moulding perfectly together. Her hands playing with the St.Christopher medallion around his neck, as she pecked his cheek once before turning back around to face the mirror, placing his arms around his waist.
Now Y/n was definitely the more keep to herself kind of girl, her social media was private yet it adorned over 1k followers, courtesy of being Chris' girlfriend. Her only post was one of her dog from years ago, so Chris was pretty shocked when she reached for her phone and told him to pose with her.
She turned halfway, her ass to the camera with his hands gripping onto it for dear life, both of their lips connected in a passionate kiss for all to see, his other hand held onto her waist whilst she held onto his bulging bicep.
âWell that was a lovely surpriseâ Chris laughed wiping the side of his lips, his shock deepening when he saw her caption it with,
âIâm a handful, but only his handful đâ Before pressing post.
âNow what have I done to deserve a place on your VIP postâ
âI think itâs time people know for real that youâre taken, and that iâm taken too. Iâm serious about you ya know?â Y/n said throwing her phone onto a table, her eyes landing on Chrisâ chest on the multitude of tattoos covering it, her heart pounding waiting for what he had to say.
âIâve said it a hundred times, and iâll say it again. This is for life baby, I already know it yeah? Doesnât matter that I graduate this year, because you know damn well iâll still be up your fine ass every second I get-â
âChriss stop itttâ She whined embarrassed, his arms caging around her waist so her head laid on his chest, his lips peppering kisses onto the top of her head,
âCome on, weâre missin the pool party and I still wanna see you all wet and-â
âI swear Chris say another word and youâll be sleeping on my doormat instead of my bed, that you love oh so muchâ Y/n said playfully turning around as they walked back out the room, Chris' lips forming into a big pout, âYouâd really do your future husband like that huh?â
Now when I say they stuck together, they meant it. Whether it be them clinging onto each other in the pool, or her making sure he had enough sunscreen on him and food in him. The campus couple everyone strived to be like, but no one could; no one could love like they do.
âYou comin back to mine tonight baby?â Y/n asked rubbing her hand softly over Chrisâ stomach, looking up at him from her place on his chest, the sun-bed somehow fitting them both. The alcohol slowly taking its effect in Y/n as she felt more drowsy, although Chris made it a rule for himself not to drink when at parties with his girl, he had to make sure she was safe. Her safety always comes first.
Chris knew that once they got back to her place thereâd be an array of activities going on, from cuddles all the way to full on make-outs, whatever it takes to get his precious princess to sleep. Heck sometimes heâd even have to scratch her back to sleep, or sheâd request for him to be inside her as she slept (Chris' favourite method)
âOf course I am, is that even a question? I canât skip out on my newfound skincare routine, and I still need to feed your fish because I swear you donât feed the little guy enoughâ
Y/n smiled up as the man beneath her babbled on and on, Chris had ultimately become a major part of her life, hell her parents loved him more than they loved her at this point. Sure at first she was wary with his social position in the frat, but on the inside heâs a big cuddly bear that needs a lot of lovin. Lovin that sheâs extremely willing to give.
Summary: Youâd just broken up with your boyfriend of 2 years after he cheated on you. Chris Evans, your best friend since childhood, suggests pretending to be your boyfriend to get back at your ex. You execute the plan flawlessly, but it has unintended consequences that threaten to change everything.
Warnings: RPF. Cursing. Fluff, angst, SMUT! Oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), dirty talk, over-stimulation.
"There is absolutely no way I'm going to this damn party."
"Aw, come on, (Y/N/N)," Chris chided. "It's Saturday night. What else are you gonna do?"
You sighed. "Sit in my pjs on the couch, watching a serial killer documentary, obviously."
Chris laughed and threw a dish towel at you. "As fantastic as that sounds, you're single now! You have to actually go outside and meet people."
You tossed the towel into the washer and grumbled, "What if I don't want to meet people?"
He rolled his eyes. "If you don't come, then I'll have no one to gossip with."
"As if I'm your only friend."
"You're my best friend, and as such, you have a very special role to fill. It's required."
You groaned, back leaning against the front of the washer. "Chris, I have nothing to wear." He was about to respond, but you continued. "Besides, he'll be there."
Chris's expression changed, anger darkening his features. "Who cares about him? He was never good enough for you anyway."
You crossed your arms over your chest. "You literally introduced us."
He threw up his hands. "Mistakes were made."
"I know it's been a couple months, but it's just...I don't know. I don't wanna see him. Especially if he's with one of the girls he cheated on me with."
"Even if he's there with an entire brothel, you can't let it bother you. You deserve so much more than that."
You sighed. "I know, I know. I just don't wanna go alone."
"You'll be with me!" he insisted.
You laughed. "Not exactly what I meant, Chris."
"Oh. So you'd rather go with some lesser man?" he teased.
"Oh stop," you said with a chuckle. "But seriously, he's gonna be there with a girl and I just don't wanna be the loser ex who shows up without a man on her arm."
"Since when do you care what other people think?"
"I don't...I just--" you sigh. "I wanna make him jealous."
Chris raised his eyebrows. "Well then...I have the perfect plan."
"Oh?"
"We go together."
"Yes, you already said that."
"No, you misunderstand," he said with a quick shake of his head. "You and I go together...make everyone believe we're dating. He'll be out of his mind with jealousy."
Normally you wouldn't have considered his suggestion...the deception just wasn't your style. But your ex had really fucked you over and you couldn't deny that getting back at him was very appealing. Especially using Chris...your ex always thought you and Chris were too close, that something was actually going on between the two of you.
"So we just pretend to be dating to piss him off?" you asked.
Chris nodded.
"Okay," you say. "Against my better judgment, I'm in."
He grinned ear to ear. "I'm brilliant, aren't I?"
You rolled your eyes. "Shut up and help me find something to wear."
He laughed and followed you to your bedroom closet. "There's gotta be something in here you can wear."
Your closet was packed with clothing, but you didn't really see anything that appealed to you. "Nothing looks good."
He rolled his eyes and grabbed a dress off the rack. "How 'bout this one?"
"Too trampy."
"This one?" he asked, pulling out a different dress.
"Too formal."
"Maybe this?"
"Doesn't fit right."
He groaned. "Then why do you have it?"
"Because it's cute and I'll get it altered at some point."
"Women are so weird," he grumbled as he dug through several more dresses before pulling out what he deemed to be the perfect one. "This has to be it."
You cocked your head to the side as you looked at the dress. It was cut just above the knee, jet black, form-fitting, and all around beautiful. Plus it did accentuate all of your assets. "Hmm. That might actually work," you said thoughtfully. "I'll throw it on, you go find shoes that'll go with it."
You walked back into your bedroom to change as Chris dug through your massive shoe collection in an attempt to find the perfect pair.
"Heels, right?" he called.
"Obviously," you yelled back.
"Black?"
"Just pick something sexy, Christopher! We're trying to make someone jealous here."
You heard him laugh and mumble something you couldn't quite make out. You shook your head as you started changing. Chris had been your best friend since you were little kids...you'd known each other so long neither of you actually remembered meeting. Even after he became a famous actor, who he was never changed. He never pulled away from you or made you feel inferior. He never stopped being the person you loved, your best friend in the world, your solid rock. You were more thankful for him than you would ever admit to his face...mostly because he would tease you relentlessly for it for the rest of your lives.
You'd managed to get the dress on, but you needed help with the zipper, so you called for Chris to come help you.
"Whatcha need?"
"Zip this for me?" you asked, turning your back to him.
He froze for a moment, but recovered quickly, thankful you hadn't seen his reaction. He quickly crossed the room and slowly zipped your dress up, trying very hard to not linger against your skin.
"Thanks," you said warmly, completely oblivious to the change in his demeanor. "Did you find a pair of shoes?"
The question brought him back to the present, eyes shifting back towards the closet. "I found two that could work."
You picked one of the pairs of shoes and finished getting ready. Chris needed to change his clothes before heading to the party, so he drove both of you back to his place so you could arrive together. He was quick to change into a laidback black suit with a white button up, top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. Even you had to admit he looked damn good.
"Ready, buttercup?" he asked teasingly.
"Oh god, please come up with a different pet name."
He slipped his arm through yours and dragged you towards the door. "How 'bout 'snookums'?"
The look on your face told him exactly what you thought about that particular name.
"Okay, okay. Maybe 'peach'?"
"I'm not a fruit, Christopher."
"Oh come on, that one's sweet!"
"Was that a pun?" you teased.
"Wait, I've got it. Sweets?"
You paused for a moment, mulling it over. "That one can stay."
"Brilliant. But fair warning, I'm totally gonna squeeze a "googely bear" in there at least once."
"Isn't that from Monster's Inc.?"
He grinned. "Yup and I have no shame, smoochie poo."
You groaned. "God, you're the worst."
He gave you the biggest shit-eating-grin you'd ever seen. "You love me and you know it."
You laughed. "Yeah, yeah."
Chris opened the car door for you and helped you into the vehicle. As he was walking around to the other side, you thought about what you were about to do. You knew this could end very badly in more ways than one, but for some reason, you were positive it was worth it.
**********
When you arrived at the party, people immediately took notice that the two of you arrived together. Most people made the obvious assumption: you were best friends and both single...so why not just go together?
But some people's gazes lingered longer, whispers passed amongst each other, the gossip mill already flowing.
"Damn they move quickly," you mumbled.
Chris chuckled. "Welcome to Hollywood."
You knew he wasn't wrong. While you weren't famous, you'd been dating a celebrity for the past two years. Plus, Chris was always dragging you to movie premieres and red carpet events, so people knew who you were by association. As such, you were no stranger to the rumors and the gossipmongers.
Chris spoke softly, leaning into you so only you could hear. "How far do you wanna take this?"
"What do you mean?" you whispered back.
"Do I make out with you in a corner or just hold your hand like high schoolers?"
You laughed lightly. "Let's just play it by ear, you weirdo."
He grinned. "So that's a yes to the make out?"
You smacked his arm affectionately.
"I think that's considered domestic abuse."
You were about to respond to his joke, but a deep voice from behind you sent a chill down your spine, silencing you instantly.
"(Y/N), Evans. Surprised to see you here."
You turned around slowly, Chris directly beside you. "Andrew," you said, trying desperately to sound normal.
"Why so surprised?" Chris asked in his best 'fuck off' voice.
"Well, (Y/N) hasn't exactly been a socialite in the last few months. I assumed she wouldn't want to show up to a party like this."
"I'm literally right here, Andrew," you said, annoyed.
"Yes, I see you, (Y/N)," he replied, turning his attention back to Chris. "How'd she coerce you into bringing her?"
Chris looked surprised, but his expression quickly changed to anger. "She's my best friend. She'd never have to coerce me." He turned to you with a smile. "Besides, we're together now, so you'll see us out together a lot more often."
You returned his smile and stood on your tip toes to place a soft kiss to his lips, which he returned in kind.
You could feel the annoyance and anger rolling off your ex in thick waves. "You were fucking him behind my back weren't you? I fucking knew it, you slut," he hissed.
You felt Chris's body tense and knew he was about to take a swing, so you grabbed his arm and did your best to cut the fight off before it started. "No, Andrew. Unlike you, I know how to keep it in my pants."
A couple people had gathered close to the three of you to eavesdrop on your conversation. Several "Ooo"s and an "oh damn" came from the group.
Andrew's jaw tightened and he clearly wanted to say more, but thought better of it when he noticed the group of onlookers quickly enlarging.
Chris, however, wasn't quite finished with the conversation. He leaned forward, face a mask of unreadable emotion, and said firmly, "If you ever call my girl a slut again, I promise you'll regret it."
Even if you hadn't known the man your entire life, you would have known he was deadly serious. Every single one of his words dripped with animosity and his eyes burned with an intensity you had rarely seen. To your surprise, the way he called you his girl had your body reacting in a way you didn't expect.
You gently pulled on Chris's arm, dragging him with you and away from the conversation, no longer wanting to talk to the man you used to love. "Let it go, Chris," you said softly. "He's not worth it."
"You're right," he murmured, eyes still burning like the sun.
You managed to get him to follow you into another room before turning to him to inspect his expression. He was fiercely protective by nature, but you didn't want him to feel like he needed to protect you. You could still feel the remnants of his temper festering beneath his skin, so you gently pressed your hand to his chest, bringing his attention back to you.
"As much as I appreciate you defending my honor, you don't have to," you said gently.
"Of course I do."
You smiled softly. "You and I both know that's not true, but I appreciate it nonetheless. There's no need to hold onto your anger, though."
He realized you were right, your hand pressed firmly against his chest somehow grounding him. He took a deep breath and placed his hand on top of yours, giving it a little squeeze. "You're right," he admitted. "Thanks for keeping me from punching him right in his smug face."
You chuckled. "As much as I would have loved to see that, I figured it wouldn't be good with so many witnesses."
"Smart," he said with a wink. "Now that we've made it clear we're together, I think we'll need to up our acting a bit...ensure he knows how badly he fucked up by losing you."
"And how exactly do you propose we do that?"
He grinned. "I've got some ideas." He grabbed your hand and started to pull you towards the main room of the party. "Step one, we dance."
You groaned as he dragged you onto the dance floor. "You know I can't dance."
"That's not true. You have excellent rhythm. You just need to get out of your head for a second and let the music guide you."
You stared at him in silence, but finally succumbed to his silent pleas. "Fine. You can put the puppy dog eyes away now," you teased.
He shot you another wink. "Works every time."
"I hate you," you grumbled as you allowed him to pull you closer.
"No you don't." He started to move to the music, hands traveling down to sit on your hips.
Your cheeks burned and your body reacted to his touch in a way it hadn't in a long time. You'd thought those feelings were long-since buried, but the way he was looking at you brought everything you'd ever felt for him back with a vengeance.
"You're right, I don't," you whispered.
"I know, baby girl," he said softly. "Now, dance with me."
You tried to ignore the feeling in your stomach when he called you 'baby girl', choosing instead to focus on the beat of the music. Your hips started to move, his hands helping to guide you in time with his own movements.
"See? I told you you could dance."
The song ended and switched to something a lot more sensual and your body immediately froze. "Not to this I can't," you insisted.
Chris laughed and quickly spun you around before pulling you against his chest. "I'll teach you," he murmured against the skin of your shoulder.
You didn't know if it was the song, his voice, or the way his arms wrapped around you, but your body responded to him instantly. Your breath caught in your chest and wetness pooled between your thighs as Chris moved behind you in a shockingly sexual manner. Your normally stiff body loosened up in his grasp, moving to the rhythm he set.
"Perfect," he whispered breathily.
You moved with him, body acting of its own accord. You looked up, gaze landing on Andrew, who stood fuming on the other side of the room.
Chris seemed to notice him at the same time. "You see how angry he is, sweets?" he said softly.
"Mhmm," you hummed.
"Keep staring directly at him, okay? Keep your eyes on him as you move."
You did as he said, eyes never leaving your ex's, even as Chris's hands began to wander, moving around your body in the way only a lover's would. His lips placed soft kisses to your shoulder, neck, and ear, hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
You couldn't help the reaction you had to his touch, it was as if your body was no longer your own. It was obvious to anyone who bothered to pay attention that you were aroused, and Andrew was definitely paying attention. You could see his anger from across the room, but more importantly, you could see jealousy in his eyes.
You'd gotten what you wanted. You'd made him jealous. For some reason, however, you couldn't find it in yourself to care. The plan had succeeded, but it had also had unintended consequences. You didn't give a shit about Andrew...all you wanted was Chris.
The only problem was, Chris was an actor. Every single tiny thing he was doing was an act designed specifically to elicit a reaction from Andrew. He didn't want you, he never had. You'd always known that, so you had always been careful to hide your feelings from him, pushing them down so deep inside of you that you'd almost forgotten they'd existed...almost.
With that painful realization, your brain overpowered your body, allowing you to pull away from Chris. You turned to him without making eye contact and mumbled a quick excuse about having to use the restroom before bolting from the dance floor.
Chris was very surprised by your sudden escape and he quickly chased after you, calling your name.
You found the nearest bathroom and rushed into it, slamming the door behind you with force. Your preoccupied mind neglected to remind you to lock the damn door, so Chris came barging through moments later. His brain, on the other hand, appeared to be functioning just fine as he locked the door behind him.
"Why'd you run off?" he asked gently.
You shook your head, eyes looking anywhere but at him. The bathroom was small...there was nowhere to go, no escape. You were trapped in this tiny room with the man you'd loved your entire life and you suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe. The walls began to move in, within moments they would crush you to death and this pain would be over.
In the same way you knew Chris like the back of your hand, he knew you, so he could see the distress you were in. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, a reminder that he was there. "(Y/N), you need to breathe."
This wasn't the first panic attack he'd witnessed you have, but it had been several years since you'd had one this bad. "(Y/N/N), breathe for me. Come on," he said again, voice gentle but firm. "In, 2, 3, 4. Out, 2, 3, 4."
He continued breathing and counting as you began to breathe with him, heart rate slowly coming back down, body relaxing, his warm hands grounding you to him.
"That's it. Good." He took another deep breath. "I've got you, (Y/N/N). You're okay."
You took a shaky breath and closed your eyes, the panic subsiding. "I'm sorry," you whispered.
"Hey," he said softly, reaching up to tuck a hair behind your ear. "You don't have to apologize. I just wanna know what caused it."
You didn't want to tell him the truth, so you said the first lie you could think of, "Andrew."
He looked taken aback, almost hurt, by your statement. "Andrew?"
You realized that may have been a big mistake, but it was too late now. "Yeah, I just--it's hard to see him."
Chris looked crestfallen. "You still love him, don't you." It was a statement, not a question.
In truth, you didn't love him. Perhaps you never really had, but that didn't matter now. What mattered is whether or not you were going to choose to break your own heart. "Chris, I--"
"Never mind," he said, cutting you off. "I don't wanna know." He spun around and unlocked the door, storming out before you could say another word.
"Chris, wait," you called as you chased after him.
He moved through the crowd quickly, cutting through the throngs of people like he was parting the red sea. He moved so fast that you actually stopped and took off your heels so you could run to catch up with him.
He made it outside before you finally caught up. "Chris, wait! Please!"
He stopped and turned towards you. You caught a glimpse of a mixture of anger and pain etched onto his face for just a split second before an emotionless mask slid into place, his acting instincts taking over. "What, (Y/N)?"
The coldness in his voice stopped you in your tracks. It was almost enough to make you stay silent, maybe even walk away, but you'd made a decision in that bathroom and you'd be damned if you backed out now. "You didn't let me finish."
"Finish?"
"Answering your question."
He couldn't help the look of intrigue that crossed his face even if he'd wanted to. "Go on, then."
"When we were in high school, I--I made a decision--a choice--to protect myself."
"How is this an answer to my question?"
"Would you just shut up and listen to me?" you snapped.
Surprise lit up his handsome face, along with the ghost of a smirk. He always loved it when you stood up for yourself, even if it was against him. "Okay, I'll be quiet."
"Thank you," you exhaled slowly. "I wanted to protect myself from pain, or heartache, or whatever you wanna call it. I pushed every emotion, every feeling, so deep down inside of me that, for a time, I forgot they were there. It was safer that way. I could go on pretending, and we could go on being best friends. It was worth the pain."
You could see the confusion on his face, and realized you needed to be more straightforward. Before you could, he interjected again. "I don't understand. What were you pretending?"
You closed your eyes for a moment, picturing the girl you were at 16 when you realized you were in love with your best friend. You knew it had been the right choice for you at the time, but it hadn't been easy. You opened your eyes again, gaze falling on that same man, now all grown up. You couldn't help the tears that welled in your eyes nor the ache that blossomed in your chest, the years of bottling up your emotions finally taking its toll.
"I pretended I didn't love you, and I've been pretending ever since."
Whatever he thought you were going to say, it sure as hell wasn't that. His jaw went slack and his eyes widened, body completely frozen in place. He recovered quickly, but the shock of your words was still evident on his face. "You--you love me?"
You nodded. "Since I was old enough to understand the concept."
He ran his hand through his hair. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
You were surprised by the annoyance in his voice. "Well, I--I umm...I didn't want to lose you."
He looked exasperated. "(Y/N), you're telling me we could have been together for years, but you didn't want to tell me how you felt because you thought I would leave you?"
You were stunned silent, so he kept going.
"I've had to watch you date so many men that weren't good enough for you--for years--because I thought you didn't feel the way I do. You never once let on that you wanted more--not once."
"So..." you began, trying to find the right words. "Are you saying that you love me too?"
Chris seemed to realize what he'd essentially just admitted, and immediately calmed down, eyes softening significantly. "Yeah, sweets. I've loved you my entire life."
For a moment, the world stood still. The two of you stood there in silence, staring at each other, the shock of your admissions still sinking in.
Then, just as quickly, you both came alive, bodies coming together, lips colliding in a passionate, searing kiss that would live on in your memories forever.
When you separated, breathless, your brain finally caught up with what was happening. You held onto his neck, almost afraid to let go.
As if he sensed what you were thinking, he pulled you even closer. "I'm not going anywhere, baby."
You looked up at him, eyes swimming with emotion that matched his own. "Will you take me home?"
"That depends...whose home are we going to?"
"We?" you asked in a teasing tone. "Isn't that a little presumptuous of you?"
"We just admitted we've been in love with each other since we were kids. I'm pretty sure that means we have a solid 15 years of missed sex to make up for."
You laughed lightly. "As crass as that was, I actually agree with you." You pulled him down for another kiss. "Your place is nicer than mine."
He grinned. "You've got it sweets."
He practically dragged you back to his car, body in overdrive, the need for you so overwhelming he could barely think. Your own desire was so intense you were quite certain you were going to die if he didn't touch you immediately.
Your friendship had always been an open one...which meant both of you had shared your fantasies (most of them, anyway), as well as your sexual escapades. You both knew what the other person liked...so you were both confident the sex you were about to have was going to be mind-blowing...and boy, were you right.
**********
"Chris!" you gasped loudly.
The man in question simply moaned in response, not moving from his position between your thighs, tongue and fingers assaulting your pussy in the most pleasurable way possible.
Your fingers dug into his thick locks, tugging slightly as the pleasure continued to build within you. You weren't surprised by his skill, but you were surprised at how he played your body like an instrument he'd been playing all his life. Every touch, every movement, every sound, sent waves of passionate fire flying through your veins.
When you came for the second time, you tugged at his hair with more force, body squirming from sensitivity. "Too much," you whispered.
Chris finally relented, lifting his head up to look at you, grin etched on his handsome face. His beard was coated with your slick and he licked his lips with a moan. "Sorry, baby. You just taste so damn good."
You laughed lightly, breathing still heavy from the intensity of your orgasms. "If you're a good boy, I'll let you taste me again later," you teased.
Chris laughed and crawled up your body, pressing his lips to yours in an adoring kiss. Whether he intended to or not, as he leaned forward his cock pressed against the entrance to your core, eliciting a gasp from each of you.
"Fuck," Chris groaned. "Baby, I don't think I can wait much longer."
You reached up and pushed his hair back, the tousled locks having fallen onto his forehead. "Who said anything about waiting?"
His lips fell against your neck as he started to push into you. You gasped at the feeling, his large cock already stretching you more than you'd ever been stretched. Your nails dug into his shoulders and he groaned against your skin.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know it hurts."
"It's fine," you murmured. "Please don't stop."
He raised his head to look into your eyes, worried that you didn't mean it. When he saw no reservations and nothing but lust, he continued to press into you, moving a little more quickly this time.
Once he was fully seated within you, he gave you a moment to acclimate to his size. You swore you could feel him everywhere, every part of your body was completely filled with him. The sensation quickly turned to a burning need and you begged him to fuck you.
"Anything for you, baby girl," he murmured as he began to move.
If his neighbors hadn't already been awoken by the sounds of your moans, they would be now. You'd never felt so good in your life, the way his body meshed with yours was as if they'd been created for this specific purpose.
"That's it, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans."
"Chris--it--it feels so good," you moaned loudly.
He moaned as your pussy clenched around him. "Fuck, sweets. This sweet little pussy was made for me. So tight and warm."
He leaned back, tilting your hips up to give himself a better angle. He began hitting your g-spot with each thrust, and you cried out in pleasure, fingers digging into his biceps. "Chris!"
He placed his hand on your lower belly and pressed gently. "You feel that baby? You feel how deep inside you I am?"
You whimpered in response, voice reduced to nothing but sounds.
"Aww, is my sweet girl too cock drunk to talk?" He began circling your clit with his thumb as he taunted you. "Pretty little thing turned dumb by a big cock."
"Please," you begged, not sure what you were begging for exactly.
Chris smiled, movements never faltering. "Yeah baby? What you begging for?"
You didn't respond--couldn't--whimpering moans and heavy pants all you could manage.
"I know what you need, sweets," he whispered, thumb speeding up against your clit, keeping time with the rhythm of his hips. "You need to come, don't you?"
You nodded vigorously and you dug your nails more deeply into his biceps.
He groaned at the sensation, his own orgasm mere moments away. "Then come for me, pretty girl. Soak my cock."
As if all your body was waiting for was his command, you came with a cry of his name. Your hips jerked up, body spasming beneath him as he helped you ride out your high.
Your pussy was pulsating, clenching and releasing his cock rapidly, quickly pulling him towards the edge. "Fuck, baby, I'm close," he gasped.
He was thrusting more quickly now, chasing his high. He wanted to fill you up, needed it more than he'd ever needed anything.
You knew him better than you knew yourself, so you knew exactly what he needed to get him over the edge. "Chris," you murmured. "I need you to fill me up." You clenched your pussy as tightly as you could to punctuate your words.
Chris came with a shout, hips jerking wildly as he spilled inside of you. "(Y/N)," he gasped, hips faltering, and slowly coming to a stop as he pulled out of you, collapsing beside you with a groan.
"Holy shit," he whispered.
You laughed loudly. "My thoughts exactly."
He grinned. "I always could read your mind."
You turned your head to look at him, taking in his love drunk appearance. Somehow, he was even sexier like this, completely fucked out and satiated. You could have stared at him for hours.
"You're staring. It's kinda creepy," he teased.
You laughed. "Oh shut up. It's not my fault you're so pretty."
He groaned. "Did you just call me pretty?"
"I did and I will not take it back."
He rolled on top of you, covering your body with his. "You better take it back," he warned.
"Or what?" you challenged.
He didn't say a word, choosing instead to kiss your neck, mouth sucking and biting at your most sensitive spot. He knew exactly what it would do to you and he wasn't disappointed.
"Chris," you whispered.
He grinned against your skin, ignoring your warning tone. "Are you gonna take it back?"
"Nope."
He moved with the speed and agility of a panther, settling between your legs before you could even register what was happening. His lips were mere inches from your core, his hot breath making your body shiver.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you one last chance to take it back."
"And if I don't?"
He grinned like a Cheshire cat. "If you don't, then I'll make you come until you cry. The choice is yours."
Your eyes widened in surprise, and maybe a little bit of desire. You weighed your options, but you were too damn stubborn to take it back. "Try me," you challenged again.
"Oh, baby...you're gonna regret that."
He dove into your pussy with the hunger of a wild animal, completely unleashed, unable to stop himself from enjoying your delicious taste. He didn't stop until he saw tears sliding down your pretty face, and even then, he made you give him one more orgasm.
Once he was done with your 'punishment', he carried you to the shower where he gently washed you before taking you back to his bed and laying you down beneath the covers.
He crawled in beside you and pulled you close, lips pressing soft kisses to any skin he could see.
"Thanks for tonight," you said softly.
"For what?"
"Ya know...for everything."
He understood what you were trying to say, a small smile playing on his lips. "I love you, (Y/N)," he whispered.
Those four words said so much more than just 'I love you'. There were promises, hopes, and dreams all wrapped up in a beautiful bow. There were years of things left unsaid, feelings and emotions hidden beneath the surface. And of course, there was the true meaning of the word 'love', a word neither of you had really understood before this moment.
"I love you too, Chris," you whispered back, your own words laced with the promise of tomorrow and forever.
Pairingsïž±Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Virgin!Fem!Reader
W.Cïž±2.8k
Warningsïž±It's Ransom, that a big warning in itself, cursing, kissing, pet name: kitten, manipulation, slight coercion (if you blink you'll miss it), oral (f!), cheating, daddy kink
Author's noteïž±It's been too long and now I'm finally back! This was fun to make and I've had this idea in my head for weeks now! Have fun reading :) Feedback is appreciated!
The only person who couldnât get on board was his twin, Ransom. Though the feelings were mutual. You thought he was too crude and he thought you were too much of a prude. Unlike him, youâve never vocalized your dislike towards him, preferring to be kind to him even if you wanted to sew his mouth shut.Â
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âRansom is going to spend the holidays with us this year.âÂ
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âI was surprised too,â he answered. âHeâs coming on Thursday.âÂ
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Andy grabbed your arm as you tried to walk past him, pulling you into his chest. He rested his chin on the top of your head. âLook I know you two arenât the best of friends and itâll be difficult but I want him here with us. Maybe after he really gets to know you, youâll get along.â
âThereâs a better chance of me growing another inch than us getting along.âÂ
Thursday came a little bit too fast for your liking. One moment you were talking with Andy about Ransom and within a blink of an eye you were at the airport, waiting for him. His flight landed 15 minutes ago and most of the passengers were already off. But he just had to make a fashionably late entrance.Â
âThereâs my little brother!â Ransom exclaimed.Â
âYouâre older by a minute,â Andy said as he got up from his seat.Â
âA minute and 10 seconds.â Ransomâs answer made Andy playfully roll his eyes. Ransom then turned his attention to you, flashing you a fake smile. âLook whoâs here! Did you shrink while I was away? I almost didnât see you.âÂ
It was early in the morning. Even more so to be dealing with Ransomâs remarks. You resisted the burning urge to roll your eyes at him. âItâs nice to see you Ransom, I hope you had a nice flight.âÂ
âIt was the absolute worst actually-â He began to complain but it all became white noise to your brain. You just nodded your head as he complained, occasionally saying that mustâve sucked just to make it seem like you were actually paying attention.Â
For the first couple of days Andy was able to keep him busy and out of your way but he had to go back to work, leaving you with him all day. At first he would stay for only part of your day, often going out to do something other than being in the house with you. Eventually he just stayed around the house more and more.Â
âAre you seriously reading again?â Ransom asked as he plopped down next to you on the couch.Â
You quickly tore your gaze from your book to look at Ransom. âMhm,â you hummed in confirmation, going back to reading your book.Â
âWerenât you just reading this morning?â He asked.Â
âI was finishing the last couple of pages. Andy doesnât like it when I lose sleep to finish reading,â you answered. âThis is a different book.âÂ
âCan I see?ââ He asked with complete sincerity. You then handed him the book only for him to throw it across the room, earning a small âHey!â from you. âWell stop reading, Iâm bored.âÂ
âWhat do you want to do?â You asked him as you fully turned your body towards his.Â
âIf I knew what to do I wouldnât be here, telling you Iâm bored.âÂ
You decided to ignore his comment and pretend like he never said it in the first place. âWellâŠwe could go grocery shopping.âÂ
âGrocery shopping? Really?â He questioned, unamused at your suggestion. Much to his dismay, he saw that you were 100% serious. âFine, let's go.âÂ
The drive to the grocery store was longer than necessary. Ransom refused to let you drive, part of you figured it was an ego thing but he claimed that a man should always drive. Never the woman. He also refused to use a map, claiming that he knew where he was going.Â
After 25 minutes of driving in circles, you finally got to the grocery store. It was practically empty, not a lot of people wanted to do their weekly grocery shopping at 7:27 pm.Â
âNow that Iâve been thinking about it, youâre always at the house,â Ransom commented. âDo you not have a job?âÂ
âNot anymore,â you said as you pushed the cart towards the dairy section. âI used to be a secretary.âÂ
âWhyâd you quit?âÂ
âAndy said I didnât have to work anymore and he would take care of me.â You grabbed a gallon of milk and crossed it off your mental grocery list. You started to push the cart down the section towards the produce. âIt was too overwhelming for me and Andy didnât like that I was so stressed out.âÂ
âHow hard can that be?â Ransom scoffed.Â
âItâs a lot harder than you think Ransom,â you replied. âIt didnât help that I was one of the few women there. I had a terrible boss.âÂ
âWhat do you do all day then? Just sit there and look pretty while you wait for Andy to come home?âÂ
âI clean, run some errands, go outâI do the same things you do but you donât seem the type of person to clean or run errands.âÂ
âWhy would I?â He scoffed. âThat's why I hired a maid and an assistant to do all that for me.âÂ
âNot surprised trust fund baby,â you muttered under your breath.Â
âWhat did you say?â Ransom asked, having fully heard you.Â
You looked up at him, âOh nothing,â you lied, you even went as far as to pull out doe eyes. âOh we need bread!âÂ
 âNo, no, no,â Ransom repeated as he grabbed your upper arm, halting you from moving any further. âRepeat what you said.âÂ
âI said we need bread.âÂ
âBefore that.âÂ
âI said nothing,â you answered, unknowingly pushing his buttons in the sweetest way imaginable.Â
His hand traveled up your upper arm to your cheeks, slightly squishing them together as he inched closer to your face. You could feel his breath fanning over your lips.
âKitten, repeat what you said, Iâm not going to ask again.âÂ
Your lips parted open but no sound came out. You felt heat pooling from the pit of your stomach rising to your face. You tried to peel your eyes away from his only for him to chase after them.Â
âI-I said, not surprised trust fund baby,â you mumbled loud enough so he could hear it. Â
The corner of his lip tugged into a sly smirk, âSee now was that so hard?â He asked as he dropped his hand. âGood girl.âÂ
Ransom evoked a spark inside him that night. He noticed how your body went hot under his touch and he loved it. It was as if you have been untouched and youâre just now tasting a manâs touch. You would grow shy under his gaze if he stared at you for too long. You would jump every time his hands brushed your body.Â
Ransomâs favorite part was when he would inch his face close to yours and your eyes would dart to his lips right before going back to his eyes.Â
Though part of him couldnât help but think it was all an act. There was no possible way a woman like you could be so innocent. That you would pretend to get flustered everytime he made a sexual innuendo. That you would get uncomfortable and squirm in your seat everytime a sex scene came on.Â
It had to be an act.Â
Like right now, you were in the kitchen cooking food for you and Ransom. You were wearing Andyâs sweater with a pair of small pj shorts and Ransom had made a crude comment.Â
âYou and Andy must've had crazy kitchen counter sex if thatâs what you wear to cook.âÂ
âOh my,â you squeaked out. âWe donâtâuhâAndy and I-âÂ
âOh please drop the act,â he scoffed.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. âWhat act?âÂ
âThat!â Ransom exclaimed. âThe pretending youâre all innocent and being such a fucking prude. Everyone has sex, itâs normal.âÂ
Except you havenât had sex yet. You always wanted to wait until marriage for personal reasons and Andy didnât mind one bit. He completely respected your decision and liked the idea of waiting, itâs building tension the two of you would unleash on your wedding night.Â
âItâs not an act Ransom,â you answered. âI just donât feel comfortable talking aboutâŠit.â
âYouâre kidding me right?â He remarked. He took your silence as a no. Then the realization slowly crept in his mind. âUnlessâŠâÂ
âUnless what?â You questioned.Â
âUnless youâre a virgin? But thatâs impossibleâŠright?â His tone was teasing and almost humiliating.Â
You felt the shame burn your cheeks and you imagined the words âvirginâ written in big red bold letters across your forehead. People have assured you that itâs okay to be a virgin and everyone takes life at a different speed. You were just getting comfortable with it.Â
âAnswer me kitten.âÂ
âYes,â you whispered, looking down at your feet.Â
Ransom swallowed the last 4 steps that were between the two of you. His right hand went under your chin, softly lifting it up. âSo heâs never touched you?â Ransom asked as his left hand slowly began to graze your body.Â
âNo.â Your breath hitched when his large hand rested on your hip, pulling you flush against him. You bumped into his chest with a soft grunt. His hands went to your back when he felt you shift backwards, caging you against him.
âPlease let me go Ransom,â you softly pleaded as you tried to pry him off.Â
âNo,â he said as his head dipped to your neck, placing fervent kisses. âYou want this and you know it.âÂ
âNoânghâI canât do this to Andy.âÂ
Ransom stopped the attack on your neck. You could see it in his face that he was bothered at the mention of his twin brother. âWeâre not doing anything bad, kitten. Weâre just having fun, you want us to get along, donât you?âÂ
âThis is bad Ransom, Iâm cheating on my fiance,â you protested. âI canât do this.â Ransom had you in his grip and he wasnât going to lose you. He refused to.Â
âAndyâs cheating on you,â he blurted out.Â
âWhat?â You questioned him.Â
âItâs obvious, kitten. How else was he going to stay with you? Heâs a man after all and men have needs.âÂ
"Youâre lying,â you argued. âWhy should I believe you?âÂ
âBecause Iâm his brother and I know the type of person he is.â His hands went underneath your sweater, slithering their way up to your breasts. âSo I think we can have some fun. It wouldnât be fair after all.âÂ
Ransomâs lips crashed onto yours before you could give an answer. You tasted like the strawberries you were eating just mere minutes ago. With every passing second, his kisses grew hungrier.Â
âJump,â he whispered against your lips. You obeyed and lifted yourself off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist. He blindly stumbled into your bedroom. Carefully, he set you on the bed and unbeknownst to you, he had taken off your shorts and panties in one swift motion.Â
His warmed calloused hand went to your thighs, spreading them as fast apart as he could. You were completely soaked. Ransom bit back a moan. âOh kitten,â he purred. âI canât wait to ruin you.â Ransom planted open mouth kisses on your ankle, working his way up to your inner thighs. Your head felt dizzy and your body was high off of his touch. When you felt Ransom kiss your cunt, you knew you were a goner.Â
âRansom,â you moaned out.Â
âThatâs not my name kitten,â Ransom murmured. He looked up at you through his eyelashes as he licked around your pussy lips. âItâs daddy. Now say it.âÂ
âPlease daddy,â you whined.Â
âIf you stop saying it, I stop. Got it?âÂ
You rapidly nodded your yes, not trusting your own voice. You let out a strangled moan as Ransom licked a broad stripe against your pussy.Â
âYou taste so fucking sweet,â Ransom let out a moan of satisfaction, sending vibrations through you, making it more pleasurable than you ever imagined.Â
Incoherent babbles left your mouth as he made precise, figure eights on your clit. You couldnât help but lock your legs around his head, never wanting him to leave. You lazily propped yourself up on the bed to watch Ransom but it all went out the window when his lips sucked on your clit.Â
âOh my god!â You shrieked, your head falling back on the mattress. âDaddy! Feel sâgood!âÂ
Ransom momentarily lifted his head, watching your blissed out state. âI know it does kitten,â he said, his voice dropping an octave. âAndy could never make you feel like this huh?âÂ
 His tongue goes through your fold, licking all your sweet wetness. You felt a familiar sensation only this time it was coming faster and harder. This felt nothing like this when you would play with yourself.Â
âOh daddy!â You screwed your eyes shut as you gripped the sheets. Your lower half took a mind of its own as you began to rock your hips against his face, chasing your high. A gasp fled your lips as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Suddenly the only word you knew was daddy, repeating it as if it was a prayer.Â
âHow was that, kitten?â Ransom teasingly asked. âDid daddy make you feel good?âÂ
âMhm,â you blissfully hummed out. âSâgood.âÂ
âThatâs my girl,â Ransom praised as he pulled your shorts back up. âYou did so good for me.â Ransom enjoyed watching you, you were spaced out and he didnât even put his all into it. He could only begin to imagine how you would react when he really got done with you.Â
âNow let's go finish cooking before Andy comes home.â He kissed you lips one more time before helping you off the bed.
Andy surprisingly came home earlier than he said he would. Usually would come home at 12, it was currently 10:06 pm. You had barely finished washing the dishes when you heard the door unlock.
âHi honey!â Andy greeted you as walked over to kiss you. You turned your head to the side and his lips collided with your cheek. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, concerned at your behavior.Â
âNothing,â you answered. âIâm heading off to bed, Iâm really tired. Iâll see you in the morning.âÂ
âGoodnighttt,â Ransom sang as you left the room.Â
âGoodnight Ransom.âÂ
Andy waited until you left the room to talk to Ransom. Once he saw he was in the clear, he turned to Ransom. âWhat the hell did you say to her?âÂ
âNothing, why?â Ransom asked, playing the innocent. âTrouble in paradise?âÂ
âDrop the act Ransom.â Andy stepped closer to him, placing his hands on his hips. âWe were fine a couple days ago and now sheâs acting weird. What did you do to her?âÂ
âI did nothing,â he said as he raised his hands in defense.Â
Andy knew he was lying. If he really was telling the truth, he wouldâve told him off and stormed off cursing at how his own brother doesnât believe him.Â
âStay away from her,â Andy seethed through gritted teeth. âDon;t even think about laying a finger on her.âÂ
âOr what? Youâre going to kick me out?â Ransom scoffed. âI saw her first and you took her away from me. Iâm simply getting back whatâs mine.âÂ
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âBaby, how did your little gift exchange thing go today? nâ whatâs behind your beautiful body?âHenry asked watching his girl creep in through the front door, a clearly visible Victoria Secret bag in her hands. âIt went wellâ She said shortly, her act falling once Henry patted his knees, beckoning her to sit on his beefy thighs; a strong arm curling around her waist. âWell whatâd ya get sugar? Câmon nâ let me see, even brought more firewood in so we can snuggle in close tonightâ
He growled nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his lips pressing a sloppy kiss onto her jaw. âWe actually did something a little different this year, w-we did a thong exchange, so we all-â
âSo you all bought each other thongs huh? Go on baby, show me your pretty new lace on for me to play withâ Henry leant back in the arm chair, Y/n easily cuddling back with him, instantly missing his body heat. Henryâs arm around her waist softly stroked her stomach, his fingers teasing the rim of her underwear
âBut thatâs embarrassing! I can just hold it up for youuâ Y/n whined shoving her face in his neck, the smell of pinewood and cologne filling her nose, his chequered over-shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tight white shirt.
A year ago Henry took a trip to the closest town for new tools, his eyes immediately caught onto the sweet little thing working in her grandparentâs candy shop. Dressed in a lavender dress she always greeted him with a smile, clinging onto his burly arms every time they walked about town, gaining a few stares as people thought âHow could such a grumpy thing get that light?â
Of course once Henry convinced her to elope, it only made sense that she moved out with him to his isolated luxurious cabin out on the slopes. Their wedding consisted of just her family, Henryâs being nowhere in site but that didnât bother any of them, frankly Y/nâs parents were just glad she was finally married despite her still being in her early 20s; for a man in his 30s like Henry to want their daughterâs hand in marriage, that was a gift.
âYouâre my wife, if anythin the lace is the frame for my pretty picture. Now go get the damn thong onâ Henry said more dominantly slapping Y/nâs ass causing her to squeal and giggle to their shared bedroom.
Pulling the thong up her thighs, Y/n couldnât help but feel confident at the sight of the new lace on her body, when her friendâs words came back to her. âCome on Y/n, think of it as a present for both you and your grumpy olâ manâ Lucy giggled handing Y/n the bag.
Putting on one of Henryâs plaid shirts over her, she walked back out to the armchair in front of the log fire, wearing nothing underneath but her new thong. âWell?â Henry asked taking another swig of beer, throwing his cap onto the floor.
Y/n shyly pulled up the shirt revealing it to her husband, causing him to sit up and lean forward, his nose hitting her mound. âSugar, you decorated my flower with another pretty flower, how thoughtful of youâ He said looking up at her before taking his tongue and striping a lick up her thinly covered pussy.
âW-what are you doing Hen?â Y/n asked threading her fingers through his messy curls, his, âKissing my pretty pussyâ Henry growled placing kisses all over, finally setting one on her clit, causing his woman to slightly jolt in his hold. Henry leant back, unbuckling the belt she had recently gotten him for Christmas, his jeans falling to just his knees.
âSit on my lap baby, get comfortable with your man, tell me about your day, wanâ hear all about itâ Nodding Y/n sat back on his lap, the only thing between her pussy and his thick cock, being her lace thong. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other starting to slowly rub her clit through the lace as she talked.
âW-we went to starbucks, oh fuck, and- and thenâ
âLanguage babyâ Henry growled slapping her pussy out of nowhere, before going back to slowly playing with her nub, his other arm making sure she doesnât wiggle away from him.
âT-then we went back to Graceâs and we did the thong- thong exchangeâ Y/n gasped feeling Henryâs cock slide between her thighs, his red head bumping her clit every single time, just like he wanted. âThatâs it baby, keep talking to meâ Henry urged, his fingers going into his mouth and going back onto her clit, his other hand groping onto her right breast as she clawed onto his arms.
âCanât do it, feels too good bearâ Y/n breathed out leaning her head back onto his shoulder, his lips instantly landing onto her cheek, her head turning to give him a small kiss on the lips. âGot you all dumbed up on my cock, right honey? Canât think when iâm all up on you, you drive me crazyâ He growled fixing her up tighter against him, both his hands now going to her waist for his next move.
âCanât imagine what woulda happened if I didnât marry ya and bring you up here with me, you ever going to keep my pussy away from me?â Henry taunted pushing her body up and down, his cock sliding up and down her pussy lips which were now visible with the soaked lace.
âN-no. isâ your pussy baby, can have it whenever you wantâ Y/n moaned, her eyes going to the back of her head, knowing damn well that his words were enough to make her cum then and there. âWant you inside me Henâ
âNuh-uh honey, maybe tomorrow, mâtired tonight. You understand right? Was busy working for us day nâ nightâ Henry said smirking knowing damn well his bank accounts were big enough to supply them another 10 lifetimes, but his baby didnât need to know that, and she wouldnât.
âY-youâre right Hen, mâsorry, love you so muchâ Y/n whimpered feeling tears prick her eyes, her head turning coaxing out Henryâs tongue with her own, their rapid movements causing their kiss to turn wet and messy real quick. Filthy just like they both liked it. âI love you too baby. Iâm going to cum on top of your pussy, that okay sugar?â He asked in her ear, her voice now rasped and broken as she screamed for him to do so. His cock painting the lilac lace white with his cum, Y/nâs eyes starting to lid close from exhaustion
âCan I at least keep this pair?â Y/n shuddered feeling her husband peel the sticky fabric down her thighs, watching as he threw it to somewhere in the living room, her eyes basically love hearts as she watched him attend to her. Kissing her nose, giving her a massive drink of water, bringing her back onto his lap this time with a soft blanket.
âYou know the rules sugar, no underwear indoorsâ Henry whispered watching their log fire, his arms clasped around her waist as she resumed her story of her day, her nails softly playing with the wedding bands on their fingers. âThen I saw Stephanieâs new baby, nâ I was thinking can we have one?â
Henry woke up from his daydream to see Y/n looking up at him cutely, a sweet sugar like smile on her face, âCourse baby, iâll give you anything you wantâ
Given the level of angst you were feeling, you didnât round it up to 23, especially at 10:00 pm, with your eyes fixed on the ceiling fan. It had turned unexpectedly warm in Los Angeles for winter, you watched blades languidly turn. Christmas had come and gone, and now New Yearâs Eve loomed.
Never your favorite celebration. Overrated. Youâd rather be under the covers in your bed finally watching Sandman, the show you were so excited to watch but never got around to, and the show none of your friends would watch with you. âToo weird.â Whatever. You could even be watching it now, but you couldnât focus on another Tom.
One Tom was enough.
You joked to Emily this year should be renamed âNew Tearâs Eveâ because of your big mistake at the mostly creepy sex party. You had been crying a little too often for your liking.
Peter at work asked you to proofread his annual report, and buckets of tears started pouring down your face. Your other friend (besides Emily), Troy, filled your bicycle tire when you feared it would explode. You were so thankful you cried on his shoulder when you hugged him goodbye.
Even poor Emily was not immune. She forced you out to cosmic bowling, and you started crying tears of joy for her when she broke her previous record.
Tom had broken through a wall youâd created about how men could be. He was kind and an asshole. He was selfish and giving, all at the same fucking time. How he was able to juggle this juxtaposition was unnerving to you. You were not used to this kind of ambiguity. You even considered because he was so hard to understand, he might just meet up with you again. Even if you were a normie.
He might like that it made no sense to date a normie. Hence, he would be all in.
He might be so considerate that he remembered your first and last name. Hell, maybe he even remembered where you worked. You told him while you were watching him get dressed and not watching the rather odd-looking tech guy wrapping another tech guy in what looked like it could be sandwich meat.
The truth was you didnât know him. You just knew he had an enormous dick and knew exactly how to use it. He also knew how to use his tongue. His tongue. Youâd thought about that the most for some reason, and since his bizarre customer service kink seemed to have all these rules about generosity, he didnât let you return the favor, which pissed you off royally.
You needed just one more night with him. You wanted him to lay off the âaiming to pleaseâ and just let you please him. You realized that guilt probably created this kink for him in the first placeâresponsibility for being so hot, so kind, so rich. Blame for the thousands of women throwing themselves at him, probably whenever they could.
It was his penance to pretend he was an AppleCare associate, or maybe he imagined he was a customer service agent for a trash internet provider. The possibilities were endlessâŠyouâd never really pondered kinks beyond how they showed up in popular culture. This dalliance with Tom Hiddleston had opened yourâŠmind. Your life had grown exponentially. It was now weird, sad, and possibly hot to a magnitude of 30. Pulling yourself from your revelry, you noticed your alarm clock at midnight. 23 days. You sighed and turned your face into your pillow.
Tomâs too predictably fancy hotel, Sunset Towers
Tom was pacing.
Did she say she worked at Williams-Sonoma or was it the James Beard Association? Did she work with chefs or sell cutlery and those Le Creuset pans?
Bloody hell.
He stared at his phone like it was a clay pigeon he used to shoot with his snotty cousins in Loch Lomond during his summerâs home from school. He could have someone call around, of course, but then there would be questions.
He wasnât particularly interested in explaining his life anymore. It seemed the more he said. The fewer people got him. They twisted his words and sincerity until he was a maudlin heel. Heâd had just about enough of that.
Heâd strayed some from his wholesome image in the last two years since his previous high-profile relationship burned through the atmosphere at 133,00 mph. He wasnât proud of the things he did to forget that situation, and the leagues of depression he felt crushed under at times didnât help either. You saw and heard him, you connected. Even if you were a normie and even if you now knew one of his primarily closeted kinks. He wanted you to see that.
His other girlfriends didnât know. He didnât know how to tell anyone or even try his kinks out until the inertia of his sadness unlocked those doors for him. Then he felt alive a little bit again, even if it was laced with twinges of shame. He didnât feel shame with you. He felt free.
God, he would have to do something stupid like take a run by the Williams Sonoma headquarters and then detour to the James Beard awards office. Heâd do the stalker thing if he was ever going to see you again. He would run by every day in the morning until he found you. He had to.
He never got to say goodbye. He left for London the next day. It was pure chance he was even back in Los Angeles at this point, and he wasnât staying long. He had booked his ticket to Bali, where he planned to further disavow himself from the monster of celebrity his life had become.
Although disappointing to his own integrity and being the mercurial Aquarius that he genuinely was, Tom was seconds away from changing his mind about finding you. He could instead look through that clay pigeon phone of his and text any of the other women heâd met in Los Angeles over the years. They would undoubtedly be thrilled to spend two weeks in paradise with him.
He cringed at the different kinds of role-play that choice would entail. The dashing Brit. The playboy. The intellectual sweetheart. He felt sick to his stomach. All he could do was think of you.
It was now or never.
He pulled on his gym clothes, practically falling out of his hotel room. He started running in the hallway, skipping the elevator, taking the stairs where he used the railing to catapult himself ten steps at a time, swinging his legs like he was on a pommel horse. When he made it down to the first floor, the lobby was a cascade of looky-loos, but they were too busy taking selfies to pay him any mind. Collective Narcissism had its benefits at times.
Nearly five miles later, he was a sweaty, shaking mess as he stationed himself behind a singular palm tree. Lucky for him, he was so slim he merged well with its width. His head tilted to the side, his Ray-Bans barely visible, trying to catch a glimpse of you.
8:10, 8:14, 8:17âŠshit. Where was she? Maybe it was the other place. Wasnât 8:00 a usual work time in the states? He wasnât entirely sure. Perhaps they went to work earlier than that? He was temporarily appalled at starting an office job at 7:00 am. He shuddered behind his tree.
Then he saw you.
You pulled up in what looked like some off-brand electric car that wasnât a Tesla, but it was just as stealthy. If he hadnât been watching, he wouldnât have heard you. Tomâs heart was not functioning. He hadnât thought this through. Hiding behind a palm tree, a sweaty mess was not the grandest of appearances. He was still vain even if he was having an early mid-life crisis.
He pulled off his sunglasses and used the reflection to try and straighten out his hair, which had erupted past his strict blow out-curls were forming in obnoxious ringlets.
Williams-Sonoma headquarters parking lot, Los Angeles
Shit, where was your parking pass?
You riffled through your canvas New Yorker bag, moving your hands threw discarded cough drop wrappers and a lip balm with no cap. It was nowhere to be found.
Of all days, this was not the day to lose your parking pass. You were exactly 20 minutes late, and it was your day to give the âweeklyâ the strange attempt your office made to stay up to date with politics and culture. It was your turn to quiz people on presidents and prime ministers around the worldâŠthey had probably started without youâŠalthough you were likely in luck that nothing much was going on in the office so close to New Years. You hated that you didnât get more time offâŠ
Pulling out your phone you texted Brad, asking him to give you the spare parking pass, when you saw him out of the corner of your eye.
At least it was someone who looked a hell of a lot like him. You pulled your own sunglasses down on your nose. You didnât trust your eyes. Was that Tom hiding behind a palm tree? You blinked again.
Then came his hand. He was waving at you.
You took your sunglasses all the way off at this point, sat your bag back in your car and slowly closed the door.
You leaned against your car and mumbled.
âOhmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.â
You thought about texting Emily, but your hands were suddenly mummified. Tom made his way across the street, which just happened to be inundated with hundreds of logjammed cars, stopping and going. Maybe he was sauntering, or it was like when you took mushrooms with your high-school bestie Tony. Time? What was time?
Your nerves got the better of you, and you spoke first once he was in earshot and frankly body shot. God damn it, he looked good. He looked like a sweaty fool, he looked gorgeous, but what the hell was he doing here?
Oh. It dawned on you. He must have remembered where you worked. He remembered where you worked!
âTom Hiddleston, well, this is a true surprise.â
âY/N and YOUR LAST NAME.â (Yes, heâs that good)
âI was out for a run, and I thought you said you worked at Williams-Sonoma.â
âYou remembered that?â you spoke quietly.
But you knew damn well he remembered. You had predicted he would remember. Â Â
âYou look beautiful, but you have a coffee stain on your shirt,â Tom said in his delightful mix of earnest hubris, pointing to your blouse. You looked down, and sure enough. You looked back at him, attempting to explain your apparent unkempt appearance.
âItâs been a hectic morning. Iâve misplaced my parking pass, and Iâm lateâŠ.â
You didnât just tell Tom Hiddleston youâd lost your parking passâŠ
âSoâŠcan you skip today?â
âSkip? You mean to call in?â
âYeah, call in. Can we hang out? Sadly, Iâm short on time once again, but I guess I had to see you,â he was stumbling now, his words not quite as careful as they should be, or they would have been two years ago.
He was unguarded in his sweaty Nike shorts and hoodie.
You had prepared for this moment should it happen. You had memorized various coy yet direct statements you could make to this man. You were ready, yet nothing was coming out of your mouth. You tried againâstill nothing.
Not unexpectedly, Tom once again seemed to take charge. Customer service in action, you supposed.
âCan I drive us to my hotel?â
It was like a lightning bolt hit you. Hotel. His hotel.
âNo,â you said, seemingly on autopilot.
âNo?â he said, confused, eyeing your car keys in your hand. Â
âI mean, no, we shouldnât go back to your hotel. Itâs too public. I donât want our pictures showing up on Just Jared. Gross Tom.â
âRight, thatâs thinking ahead. Clearly, Iâm not, once again.â
His smile seemed to be held aloft on his face. He looked sheepish to you. He looked happy, a little adolescent. You guessed an early mid-life crisis would do that to a man.
You used what was left of your brain to size up the situation. He had found you. It was not going to be a New Tearâs Eve. You most definitely did not want to spend it watching Sandman with him. You did not want to steal off to some boutique hotel where the influencer vipers would take you both down.
Then it came to you, much like it had before. Tom seemed to inspire your creativity.
âThomas, I see youâve overbooked the flight again. When will you learn to put the customer first? How will I be compensated? I expect a full refund and expenses for my time,â you put on your most disappointed face, hoping heâd take the bait, slightly worried he wouldnât catch on.
Or worse, his whole customer service kink was an MDMA-fueled delirium, and now he was just a stone-cold sober stalker.
He paused for a slight second, then moved his weight to his other foot and looked to the sky. At that moment, a plane was lowering out of the clouds for landing, a fateful coincidence.
âAh. I see. Well, overbooked flights are disappointing, a sign of the times, sadly, but rest assured we plan to comp you for both the flight-your hotel that you will inevitably have to book because of the missed flight and, of course, all incidentals.â
âI need a rental car as well,â you spouted off.
âOf course,â he said while bowing, never breaking. No smiles. No winking. He was committed.
âI hope you will be pleased to know I am also your concierge and can accompany you anywhere in the lovely city of Los Angeles.â
âI see. Well, thatâs a good start.â
âI hope, maâam.â
âShall we?â you said, opening the passenger door of your tiny car for Tom.
He quickly obliged, long legs barely fitting, head nearly touching the roof. He was still attempting to stay in character, even if he now looked like a sardine.
Once you both were mostly in your car, you turned on the stereo. SZAâs âPromâ was playing. Oh lord. What a soundtrack for your drive.
âHope you like this song,â you said.
âOh, I love this song,â Tom smiled.
You wondered if he did or was this part of the role-playing performance. You rolled down the windows and turned it up, you looked at the man barely in your passenger seat, and your heart swelled.
He came back.
Your Silverlake Apartment with Tom
(Better known as-La Languette Hotel)
He looked a little nervous to you. Was that his third cocktail? He kept making and mixing them, but you couldnât keep up with him. Did he just drink yours too? You couldnât tell.
It was still morning, but you drew the curtains. It wasnât even 10:00 am yet. What were you doing drinking vodka? Fuck. You scrambled through the fridge to find your orange juice, but there was none. You peered out your kitchen window at the orange tree next door. It was citrus season, after all, and the fruit often just became overripe and rotted on the branches. You were about to close the fridge again when you felt him come up behind you.
It seemed like his long arms wrapped around you twice. He moved your hair out of the way and planted kisses along your neck. You shivered in response.
âI want to kiss you longer this time,â he whispered, as he made his way.
You wanted nothing more than to fold into the moment, but you were slightly distracted by your impromptu day drinking, especially since you hadnât had any breakfast and spilled half your coffee on your blouse.
âTom, can you go outside and pick some oranges? We should mix this vodka with something, or neither of us is going to remember any of this, and I, for one, do not want to miss anything,â
You were being sincere. You also needed a moment to collect yourself. You knew you wouldnât let the customer service charade last much longer. You still had too many unresolved feelings about it. He couldnât give endlessly because he felt guilty about being nearly perfect.
He still needed to feel wanted.
You were sure the nations of women that fell at his feet didnât particularly evoke a feeling of being wanted. They wanted to fuck the man of their dreams, not necessarily him.
You didnât know if you were working your way to something beyond amazing sex either with this man, but you saw there was more to him. You knew there was. You wanted to hold all you saw. You wanted the complexity of this man, but you wanted the simplicity too.
Of course, he obliged you, and before you knew it, he had scrambled down the stairs (the second set heâd flown down in less than two hours) and had the ladder leaning against the aging brick wall. Those long limbs had so many possible uses. You watched him lean over and grab the best-looking ones from the branches. He used his shirt as a basket and carefully came down.
He was back in the kitchen, squeezing them and finding other ingredients, looking through your cupboards, grabbing old dusty bottles. Pretty soon, he crafted some throw-back concoction.
âSex on the Beach,â he laughed while handing you your drink.
âCheers then,â he said, clanging his glass to yours.
You hesitated.
âTom, Iâm um, Iâm⊠happy youâre here. Did you really jog all the way to find me?â
âYou know you could have called or texted,â you said, laughing nervously.
Tom took a moment before replying, maybe considering whether to stay in character or break back into himself like a wave ruled by the moon.
âI like to surprise myself first and foremost,â he chuckled.
âOh yeah,â you said, putting your day-drinking cocktail down on your kitchen table and stepping closer to him.
His hair had calmed down. His eyelashes fluttered on his pale eyes. You considered he might be passing out. Maybe he didnât eat breakfast, either. No, he was just a little smitten, just like you.
You pulled him to you.
âThomas, I think youâve earned a little time off. Youâve been a loyal employee and collected quite a few sick days that youâll never use before the end of the yearâŠ.â
He smiled and deferred.
âNo, maâam, my work is my life. Itâs my honor to serve my customers.â
âWhat if your customer wants you to, umâŠ.â You fumbled your words, trying to get your point across.
âCan you make an exception? Just this once?â You honestly wondered if he could.
He took another sip of his drink, downing what little was left. Eyes never leaving you.
âI guess I can make an exception just this once.â
You took a deep breath. Wonderful.
You grabbed him by his still sweat-soaked t-shirt and pulled him to your bedroom.
Without much effort, you pushed him onto your bed (thank god youâd made it). Without much thought you pulled off his shorts like he had single handily pulled your jeans off that night. Except for some reason, you were struggling a little bit.
âAllow me,â he spoke lowly, kicking his pants and underwear off.
You brought your eyes down to look at him. His beautiful cock stood proudly in all its magnificent glory.
âItâs not that amazing, Y/N,â he noticed your eyes must have gone wide.
âItâs amazing, Tom. Come on,â you said, kneeling before him and noticing he still had the rest of his clothes on.
âLeaving that on?â you said, pulling at his hoodie.
âI get cold, or donât you remember?â
You remembered his blue cashmere cardiganâthe hard and soft. Your face flushed. Of course.
âSit back,â you commanded him further.
He did as you told him to, inching slightly away from the edge of the bed. Enough so you could grab his cock in your fist, running your tongue along it slowly. Eyes on him. His eyes were, of course, watching you. You wondered if this man slept with his eyes open.
Tom seemed a little concerned, âIf you canâtâŠquite...I mean-donâtâŠworry,â his words staggering and ill-forming as you took more and more of him in your mouth. He was perhaps trying to let you off the hook if you couldnât fit all of him in your mouth, but of course, you could. You would make it happen, gags and all. You went to work in a fury, swallowing him deeper, choking, spit pooling along your cheeks and spilling down your face. His hands held your head loosely, never pushing you. He rubbed your jaw, long fingers cradling your face.
His breathing was heavy. He was moaning. Swearing. His hands moved from your jaw to the edges of the bed, barely hanging on. He pumped his hips almost unconsciously, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.
âY/N,â he called out, head back.
You had to decide where you wanted him to come this time. In your mouth, or did you need him inside you? Ever observant, he seemed to know you were debating what to do next.
âIâm close, but I need to be inside you,â he said cautiously.
âCan I?â
You had to choose. You were so wet it was embarrassing. All it would take was one swift movement, and he would be deep inside you.
âNo, lay back. I want you to come in my mouth.â
Tomâs eyes dilated further. He almost protested then his darker half seemed to shadow him.
This time both hands pushed your head down on his cock again. Slightly startled, you regained your composure and started to suck faster this time, using your curled palm to give a makeshift hand job. The sounds were beyond lewd.
His eyes watched you as you made your last ministrations before he lost it. He seemed to lose his mind entirely as he filled your mouth with his cum. Yelling your name into the void. Your hands held his impossibly muscular thighs so tightly there were for sure going to be marks. When his breath steadied, he tried to speak. His voice was thankful and sultry.
âY/N, that was incredible. I have no words.â
âAnytime,â you said, smiling, trying to catch your breath.
âWhat are we doing,â he said as he laid down fully on your bed.
You were thinking the same thing. At least he said it first. You thought carefully about what you wanted to say next. You didnât like to suggest too much. You didnât want to appear like you wanted to see him more. You didnât even know if that was possible.
âHow often are you in town?â you laughed, lying down next to him.
âNot often. I bloody hate it here.â
âOh,â you were deflated instantly. All the passion you had just been submerged in froze.
âNo, I mean, you shouldnât take offense to that. You canât help that you live and work in a caustically vapid place.â
âTom, you are part of one of the most caustic vapid industries on earth,â you countered, turning on your side, resisting the temptation to lay your head on his chest when you noticed he closed his eyes. That was a first. He must be deep in thought, trying to come up with a witty comeback.
You looked at him, waiting for a response when you thought you heard a soft snore. You brought your face to his. You realized you hadnât even kissed his lips. What about his promises of longer kisses? You smelled him again, how could he possibly still smell like fancy leather interiors?
You gently moved his shoulder, but Tom Hiddleston was fast asleep on your grandmotherâs quilt, all you could do was smile, a little contrite, with the taste of him still in your mouth.
Pairing: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!reader
Warnings: phone sex, daddy!kink, dubcon/noncon, dark Steve, Steve has an obsession with your titties, Steve is a fuckboy, 18+ only, minors dni
Summary: Steve wants phone sex and itâs not like you can say no to him.
"Baby, send me a picture."
It's the first thing Steve says to you when you pick up the phone. You've just finished drying your hair and applying your skincare when your phone vibrates, your alpha's name glowing on the screen and making your heart skip a beat.
"Wh-What?" Your eyes widen immediately and you gulp, "Steve, I... I thought you were at practice?"
He grunts, "I am. Weâre taking a break but the coach wants to keep us all night. Guess you won't see me until tomorrow."
His words make your heart sink â no Steve for the night? The thought makes the omega inside you mourn in desolate despair. You've gotten used to his intense warmth at night, and how he holds you so tightly and buries his face in your neck, and presses kisses on your skin and rubs you soothingly up and down your body, and-
"Omega. I asked you a question."
You quickly snap out of your daydream, "Oh. I'm sorry, Steve. I didn't hear you."
Steve sighs in irritation, "I asked you what you're doing right now."
"Well, I did the laundry and then I studied. Then I took a shower and now I've just finished my skincare and I'll probably just read my book before I go to bed."
"Mm, how was it?"
"My book? It's pretty good, actually. I'm almost finished with it, it's aboutâ"
"Not the fucking book, your shower." Steve snaps before inhaling sharply, "Your shower, baby, how was it?"
Youâre already dreading where he's going with this, "It was fine."
"Did you touch yourself?" He sounds strained, and you hope to God he's alone right now. He most likely is, because you hear his fly unzipping, and his tone grows husky. "Answer me, baby. Did you touch yourself in the shower?"
"N-No!"
"Don't lie, baby omega." Steve laughs hoarsely before clearing his throat, "I know you touch yourself. I don't like it because I want to be the only one who touches your little pussy because I own it. But it's still hot when I hear you in the shower sometimes."
Your mouth drops open, "What...No! I don't do that!"
Another chuckle, "Are you calling me a liar?"
"No! I just... You probably just... uh... You probably just misheard!" You want to bury your head in the ground, and a part of you is happy that your alpha isn't here to see how mortified you look in person.
"Mm, I donât think I misheard your squeaky little moans, or the sound of you fingering yourself. Tell me baby, how many fingers can you fit up there?â
âSteve!â
âAddress me properly, omega. Or else you donât even want to know what Iâll do with you tomorrow.â
The edge in his tone and the looming threat of a punishment has you bowing your head, the phone trembling in your hands. âSorry, daddy.â
âGood girl. Now tell me what you did in the shower.â
Youâd rather die, but you know you have to answer him. âI âuhâ I did what you just said.â
âI want you to say it.â
The heat is rising in your cheeks, and you look helplessly at Steve Junior, as if he could help you get out of this debacle. You can hear a steady pumping on the other end of the phone, and it doesnât take a vivid imagination to realise what Steveâs doing.
âIâuhâI was touching myself.â You whisper.
âI know, baby. Daddy always knows.â You hear him spit down on his dick (or you imagine thatâs what heâs doing) and then the pumping resumes. âThatâs so fucking hot, my baby omega touching herself and thinking about her daddy in the shower. How many fingers could you fit in, baby?â
You bite your lip, âUm⊠I donât know.â
âAnswer the fucking question.â
âTwo! Only two! Hurts if I do more!â You blurt out.
âWhat a fucking baby.â Steve hisses, the pumping getting faster, and it sounds so lewd over the phone. âIâve split your little cunt in half over my dick but youâre still so tight, arenât you?â
âY-Yeah, daddy.â You press your thighs together, the desperation and lust in his tone mixed with the condescension makes you want to spontaneously combust.
âMm, and I know you look so sexy in the shower, all that soapy water all over your body, the hottest omega on campus and youâre all mine. Fuck, if I was there right now Iâd already be inside you. No prep.â
âPlease.â Itâs a whisper and a moan, and you squeeze your thighs even tighter.
âSend me a picture, baby. I need to see what you look like. Show me your tits, and make sure your face is showing too.â
âBut Steveââ
âDo it. Or else.â He grunts, sounding almost crazed with lust as he co to heâs to jack off. You can imagine how hard his dick is, how angry and red and hard and leaking with precum. Steve swears before continuing, âAnd make sure to squeeze your tits and play with your nipples. Be a dirty fucking whore for daddy, okay? Now do it.â
Maybe itâs a good thing that youâre alone right now. You quickly turn Steve Junior so heâs facing the other way, before taking your top off. Itâs embarrassing, and youâre self-conscious throughout, but you manage to do what Steve says, snapping a few selfies where you think you look entire ridiculous. But you send them anyways, hoping theyâre good enough.
Thereâs a pause before Steve lets out a moan. And itâs one of the hottest things youâve ever heardâhearing him moan like that. It makes you wonder where he is, and hope to God that heâs alone.
âGod, youâre so fucking sexy, baby.â Steve hisses, âLooking so innocent while you play with your tits. Bet you could make millions off of these pictures.â
âPlease, just delete them!â
âIâll add them to my collection. But donât worry, sweet girl, these are for my eyes only. None of those other horny fucks at college deserve to even look at you.â
His words are oddly comforting, but your breath hitches when âout of nowhereâ Steve ends the call. But only two seconds pass by before your phone vibrates again and you gulp.
A video call.
âI want to watch you, baby.â Itâs Steve, and heâs in a locker room, his voice echoing and it looks like heâs alone. Heâs shirtless too, and you bite your lip at his muscular body, and the veins that protrude as he flexes his arm. His fingers wrap around his huge dick, his eyes boring into yours as he jacks himself off.
âPut the phone somewhere and then I want you to play with your tits some more.â He orders, a slight strain on his voice, âAnd donât even think about arguing with me, omega.â
Submissively, you prop your phone up against some pillows before doing exactly what he tells you to. You try to pretend itâs him touching you, him squeezing your breasts and twisting your nipples with his expert touch. But your hands are no match for his calloused, expert fingers.
âMm, just like that, baby omega. Youâre so hot, such a fuckinâ teaseâputting on a show for daddy, arenât you? I said, arenât you?â
âY-Yes!â You whimper.
âGood baby. Now squeeze your tits together. Mm, just like that. I wish you could see how sexy you look. You wish daddy was there, donât you? Iâd fuck your tits, baby. Bet youâve never experienced that, have you? Fuck, I know your tits would feel so soft and sexy on my dick.â
Every word thatâs coming out of his mouth is pure filth. Pure, utter filth but itâs like heâs switched a button inside you, and you canât help but whimper at his words, wanting every single depraved thing heâs promising to do to you.
âDaddy,â you cry softly, suddenly feeling needy for him, and it only eggs him on further, his hand now a blur as he pumps his hard cock.
âYouâre gonna make me cum, baby. No one does it for me like you do, omega. Fuck, I need you to show me your ass now. Turn around. Slowly, I want to see everything.â
You donât even hesitate, your pussy now throbbing with need as you turn around. Youâre only wearing a pair of thin flowery panties and he hasnât asked you to take them off, but theyâre so small that both your ass cheeks are on display.
âFuck, your ass is so sexy, baby omega. Arch your back a bit more for daddy. Mm, just like that. Thatâs so good, fuck. You have the best ass on campus, baby. Best ass Iâve ever seen.â Steveâs blonde hair has fallen down over his forehead, his blue eyes bright and excited, cheeks red and so is his dick. âPoint your ass at your camera baby. And shake it for daddy, let me see it bounce.â
A large part of you feels so silly and awkward, but youâre so horny at this point that all common sense goes out the window, and again you do exactly what he asks you to. God, youâre so happy youâre alone in the house right nowâif anyone saw you, youâd never live it down.
Steve runs a hand impatiently throw his hair, brushing it back with his eyes glued on you the entire time. You can see his abs flexing, his chest riding up and down as he breathes rapidly. Heâs so ridiculously attractive, itâs insane.
âNow spank yourself.â
Your eyes fly open, a protest on the tip of your tongue but youâre silenced by the warning look in his eyes.
âDo it right fucking now, omega.â Steve says through gritted teeth, âDonât you want to make your alpha proud?â
âI-I do, butââ
âThen fucking smack your baby ass just like how I would if I was there. And keep your eyes on me the whole time, omega. Donât you dare close themâI want you looking at me while you do it.â
Itâs mortifying, but you do what he says, his blue eyes so dark and blown out with lust, locked with yours as you lightly spank yourself.
âHarder, baby. Like how I would do it.â
You immediately obey, smacking your ass harder, letting out a quiet ow as you do it.
âMm, I love how your little ass jiggles, baby. Tell me, did that hurt?â Steve asks, still pumping his hard dick with his eyes locked on you.
You inhale shakily, âA little.â
âAs much as it does when daddy hits you?â
âN-No.â you shake your head, lowering your gaze as you feel the submissive part of you take over completely, âIâm not big and strong like you, daddy.â
âMm, youâre fucking teasing me, omega. Damn right youâre not. Youâre just a baby, a weak little fucking baby who needs her daddy all the time, donât you?â Steve is close, you can tell from how his pumps grow faster and faster, and you canât take your eyes off of him.
âMm, just a baby. Need my daddy.â You hear yourself whining, and thatâs when you notice that youâre humping against the mattress, still trussed up and with your ass pointed at your phone. Your thighs gleam with your own arousal, wetness dripping down your legs almost obscenely.
âFuck, look at that little baby ass. Wish I could cum all over your ass, baby.â Steve grunts, âThatâs what Iâm gonna do when I get home tomorrow. Spank the fuck out of you till you canât sit straight, and then cum all over you till youâre covered in my scent. Fuck, shake your fucking ass for me, omega. Iâm gonna fucking cum.â
And he does. And itâs incredible. Spurt after spurt of white cum shooting out of his dick while you watch with an open mouth. Thereâs sweat dripping down his body and his jaw is tense, and he lets out a string of swears mixed with your name as he unloads.
And youâre rutting against the mattress the whole time you watch him, but itâs not enough. You need more. You need him. And it makes you sob in frustration, youâre so wet⊠So wet but you need your alpha to touch you how only he knows how to.
âDaddy, please,â you sob softly.
âAw, baby omega,â Steve coos once heâs recovered from his orgasm, âLook at you, still so needy. I can see your drippy little baby pussy has made a mess of the sheets. Youâre a horny little baby, arenât you? But youâre too stupid to make yourself cum.
âPlease help.â You beg him.
Steve laughs, âWhy would I do that?â
Your jaw drops, âWh-What?â
Steveâs already pulling his football jersey over his head, âI have practice, baby. And anyways, youâre not allowed to touch your pussy, only I am. Therefore, youâre gonna have to hold off until tomorrow.â
âThatâs not fair, Steve!â
âThatâs not fair, Steve!â He mocks you in a high-pitched voice before laughing, âDonât pout. Iâll make you feel real good tomorrow, so long as youâre ready for me. Naked and on your hands and knees, like how every omega should wait for her alpha.â
âB-Butââ
âGotta go, omega, the coach is calling the team over. Thanks for the show, Iâll see you tomorrow, baby.â
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, D/s vibes, size kink, dumbification, dacryphilia, a bit of a breeding kink, mentions of sharing, mentions of a threesome, 18+ ONLY
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