Request: could you write something like when chris & the reader make a s*x tape? (I hope you don’t mind that I did this idea with Steve nonnie! It just worked out with what I was already writing.)
Summary: it’s your best friends birthday and you didn’t know what to get him. Luckily Natasha had a suggestion.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Ex Villian turned Hero!Black!Reader
Warnings: minors dni, smut, making sex tape, rough sex, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, size kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), multiple positions, mentions of past abusive relationships, I’m gonna say this is a dub con to be on the safe side 😬
(A/N: this was supposed to be put out on his birthday, but oh well 😒. Ended up being longer than I’d anticipated. Surprisingly not a daddy kink. It wasn’t on purpose I just didn’t wanna force it 🤷🏾♀️. Once again this was not proofread in the slightest. Anyway I hope you enjoy it. Like follow reblog and comment please 💜 ✌🏾)
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When you’d lost that bet with Natasha you hadn’t expected this. For her to find this get up so quickly or for her to actually make you wear it. From the moment you stepped out of the bathroom she’d been giggling.
Since her and Wanda were the only ones to know about your crush on Steve they thought it was hilarious. While you felt silly as hell in this short ass red and white striped skirt.
Not to mention, you couldn’t stop fussing with the blue top trying to keep your cleavage from spilling out too much. The little blue cap pinned in your hair was irritating you, but this was as good as it was gonna get. You also don’t think they originally wore fishnets with it either. These shoes seemed a little too high, too. At least they were cute.
So while Natasha and Wanda followed by everyone else giggled at your costume, all he could do was grin. First putting his hands on your upper shoulders so he could make you stand back. Taking a full good look at you. “How’d you even find this?” He asked almost completely stunned at what you were wearing.
You shrugged and sighed, before crossing your arms in front of you. “I don’t know. You’ll have to ask Natasha.”
This only made the spy laugh a little harder as she wiped tears that were leaking out her eyes. “Ah I needed this laugh.”
“I lost a bet,” you clarified, looking off to the side.
“I think I did a good job at putting it together. Whatya think, Rogers?” The red head asked as she threw an arm around your shoulders.
“The skirts a little shorter than I remember,” he replied. Oh ya don’t say. “But, I think you look very cute,” he said.
Just cute? Boo. Cute is for like kittens and babies and puppies and shit. Come on Cap! Your tits were ready to burst out of this thing. You know what fuck this. You were going to have fun in this even if you felt sillier than a rodeo clown.
You sighed under your breath. “Thanks, Cap. Happy Birthday.”
“Thanks, Doll,” he replied before kissing your cheek. “This my present?” He asked.
“Apparently,” you replied with a shrug.
Natasha chuckled. “I wanted her to jump out of a cake, but we couldn’t find one that’d be here in time.”
“Ah, what?” He groaned playfully. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at him. “Who needs that when you look this good though huh.” He reached out to tickle your side making you slap his hand away. “Promise to save me a dance?”
You nodded. “Of course,” you replied feeling stupid butterflies going off in your stomach.
You still couldn’t believe that Steve was born on the Fourth of July of all days. Like could he be any fucking more of a goody two shoes? Yet against all odds you ended up crushing on him like a fucking school girl. You could only imagine what your old crowd would say if they saw you thirsting over America’s Golden boy.
He was not supposed to be your type. Except he’d grew out his beard and hair and now your pussy throbbed every time you saw him. You were so thirsty. Hell even before that. When he had that short blonde hair and clean shaven face you’d wondered what it would have been like to ride it. Look there was no denying that the man was hot it’s just he wasn’t supposed to be one of the guys you ended up with.
In the time you’d gotten really close with them. Wanda and Natasha had become amazing friends. Had really helped you off your feet whenever you needed them. All of them though. It’d been such a change. Not being able to just do what you wanted. Or care if you hurt someone. It felt so much more like a home.
Especially with how they were just there. Sure the first time you met them was when they intercepted your ex’s arms deal. You’d ended up getting into a firefight with Natasha and then pushed into a wall by Wanda. Obviously you were fast friends.
It’s funny how things change so quickly. Now it was so different, but almost in a sappy way. You stole their shit. They stole yours. It was all corny and shit with girls nights which is how this stupid thing started. You were asking what you should get Steve for his birthday and she blurted out that you should dress up as one of his pinup doll looking girls.
You still can’t believe she did more shots than you. Whatever she won fair and square. So now there you were dressed as a Star-Spangled Singer. If you weren’t so sore from losing or possibly embarrassing yourself in front of him, you probably would have had less shame.
Aside from then everything was great. Even with the guys. While they were all little shits sometimes they were awesome. Sure Bucky kept stealing your Ben and Jerry’s no matter where you seemed to hide it in the freezer. He’d still held your hand when you had to get a piece of glass removed from your stomach. And did the Mrs. Nesbitt thing when you asked.
Sam and Tony ragged on you like they were your older brothers. But Sam was always there to talk and had helped you through some panic attacks when things were really hard. And Tony let you drive his cars! You can’t believe he trusted you after you messed with his bank accounts a few years back.
Since Vision apparently isn’t the same as Jarvis, he didn’t seem to care that you’d disabled him that one time. Besides you liked how he was with Wanda. Not like she can’t protect herself but with him she always looked so safe. You can’t remember the last time you felt like that. Your last relationship wasn’t exactly the healthiest.
Bruce was a sweetheart you couldn’t fuck with him. Though you did have so much fun playing with the Hulk. Then it’d get lame because you’d make him laugh or something and then Banner would come out. You’ve seen Banner naked too many times. Not that you were complaining. It was kinda cute when he got all embarrassed. Though you admit you hadn’t been expecting his giant penis. No wonder Nat was thirsting over him on the low.
Rhodey had like adopted you. And while you normally would be super irritated with something like that, you actually didn’t mind it. It didn’t even seem like it irritated him that you followed him around like a baby duck. No hard feelings about that time you and your ex got into a scuffle with this drug lord that he had to get in between.
Then on another note your mind seemed to not really function around Thor. He also seemed to realize that. It was weird. Like he was so fucking hot but also so goddamn nice. He had like zero regard for your safety but he always caught you at least. And he similar to Bucky couldn’t keep his hands off your blueberry muffins, but he always replaced them so it wasn’t the worst. And didn’t mind giving you piggy back rides all the time since it didn’t phase him.
Then there was him. As much as you hated it, it was because he looked so much like your ex. Well that was before he grew the beard or his hair out. Maybe that’s why you liked that look so much.
He was everything your ex wasn’t. Especially where it mattered. Like how he always made sure to ask if you were okay or getting up to get pancakes with you in the middle of the night when neither of you could sleep. Then how on those nights the two of you would come home get all cozy under the covers and whisper about anything until you fell asleep. It really shouldn’t be this surprising that you fell for him.
There was just something about him. Maybe because he just looked so big and strong. Or maybe something about seeing him shirtless in the gym. Then again who could blame you for that. Not like you hadn’t checked out all of them. You were a happy girl to be surrounded by so much eye candy. You’d be stupid to not check for them.
Then again, there were always signs and tells that there was something more with him. That’s kinda what you liked about him. That despite the good boy thing there was clearly something under the surface. You’d gotten glimpses of his porn searches and having a crush on your hot, perfect best friend while seeing that he likes watching such filthy filthy videos maybe gave you a little bit of a rush.
With his and America’s birthdays falling on the same day, of course there was going to be a party. Cake and fireworks. Which didn’t really seem smart considering what everyone here did for a living. 
As you’d forced yourself to mingle and get over on being one wrong move away from flashing everyone your tits, you’d noticed Steve keep looking over at you. Someone would be talking to him, asking him what it’d be like to be one hundred and something and he’d glance up at you and smile. 
Why did he have to be so hot. It was almost annoying. Like he was forcing this upon you. If anything this crush wasn’t your fault. It was his.
The last time you’d felt like this was about an entirely awful person. You’d thought if you ever felt like this again you’d be scared. With him all it made you wanna do was have him wreck the shit out of your pussy. Not like you wanted him to know that. He was your bestie.
Maria had almost choked on her beer from seeing you. While Sam had been making fun of you the entire time. Tony certainly wasn’t sparing any comments. Then there was Wade who’d tried multiple times to get you to do the can can with him. You felt like you were apart of a side show. It was kind of nice to sit away from them as they ohh’d and awed to the fireworks show.
“Hey,” he said, plopping down beside you.
“Hey, birthday boy,” you replied. “What’re you doing in here?”
He shrugged. “Noticed you weren’t there. Everything okay?”
You let out a big breath of air and shrug. “I’m not that crazy about fireworks,” you surprised yourself by replying honestly. They made it so hard though. To be who you used to be. It’s like they put truth serum in your coffee every morning.
Steve frowned. “Yeah? You okay? I know Bucky gets a little freaked too. Its alright. You should have told me.”
Ugh. See. So fucking hot. You can’t tell me that a man that cares this much isn’t supposed to be swooned after. If anything you’d be crazy not to. You half smiled at him. “I’m okay. It’s not that big of a deal.”
He shrugged. “So? I’m supposed to take care of you if you’re dressed like one of my girls.”
Your jaw dropped. “Cap!” You gasped smacking his arms. “Were you their, ya know-“
“Their what?” He asked.
“Like, pimp?” You asked all low.
His nose crinkled and he shook his head. “No! Not that there’s anything wrong with sex work or whatever.” He rambled out and explanation. Good to know he was pro sex work at least. “I never even slept with them.”
“What?” You gasped. “A big guy like you? I would have been all over you.” You didn’t mean to say it. It just kind of slipped out. Your eyes widening.
“Trust me,” he said as laughed, “I have some regrets. Always liked the little costume.” He hooked the hem of the skirt with his finger.
You looked up at him under your lashes. “What regrets?”
“I was so busy being upset that they weren’t letting me help in the war that I didn’t get to enjoy,” he replied. “Now though? Different story.”
“Oh yeah?” You asked with a giggle. “Is this doing something for you?” You asked winking up at him.
“Could be,” he said. “That wouldn’t be appropriate, though. Would it?”
“Since when have you been known to follow the rules,” you teased.
“True,” he replied with a smirk before looking over his shoulders then draping his arm around you. “Not like anyone’s around to see.”
“Why? What do you have in mind?” You asked.
He shrugged. “Nothing,” he said as he ran his finger tips up and down your arm making you shiver.
“Doesn’t feel like nothing.” You said now walking your own fingers up and down his leg. Were you really doing this. Was he really doing this. Was Natasha just your fairy godspy?
“I guess that depends on you,” he replied in your ear.
“What about our dance?” You asked him.
“I feel like this is a kind of dance.”
You laughed as you looked up at him. Hand now resting on his thigh. “Well, you know me, Captain. I’m down with anything.
“Making me want to get some pictures of you in this get up, Doll.”
“I mean…” you shrugged, “whatever the birthday boy wants.”
He licked the corner of his mouth grabbing your hand in his free one. “Don’t tell me that.”
“Oh yeah? I’m starting to think you’re not the gentleman everyone thinks you are.”
“Aw, Doll,” he said, bringing his lips close to yours. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
With that he pushed his lips to yours. Ugh finally. And he tasted as good as you thought he would. Then he picked you up like it was nothing which for him it totally wasn’t.
“What about your party?” You asked pulling away from him with a squeal.
“Doll, I’d be crazy to give a shit about a party when you’re like this,” he said smacking your ass.
You giggled and squealed as he carried you down the corridor until the two of you were in his room. Laying you down on the bed as soon as you were in there. He climbed on top of you. Kissing you hard as you raked your nails up and down his back.
He stopped so he could kiss your neck making you let out these breathy moans. “Fuck you’re so fucking cute.”
Oh so he liked cute. That’s a good thing then.
“Still wanna take a picture?” You asked, trying to sound all flirty.
Steve chuckled in your ear before sitting up on his knees. Wait no come back! You sat up wrapping your arms around him. He laughed as he fished his phone out of his pocket. “I should have known you were a bad girl,” he said before kissing you again. Adding his tongue. You should have known he’d be nasty. Sweet boys are always the worst.
From there you posed as he used his phone to snap a few pictures. Even letting you hold his shield so you could pose with it. And then it got a little more scandalous. Remember Cap is an artist at heart. So it wasn’t that surprising when he wanted to get a little risqué.
Making you hike up your skirt for him. Then bend over on his bed so he could get a good one of your ass in those fishnets. It’s a good thing you’d decided not to wear panties so when you’d bent over he got an eyeful of your pussy.
“Fuck,” he said getting behind you after. Making you go forward as he grabbed a handful of your butt. You moaned and moved your hips then gasped as he started rubbing his fingers up and down your slit. “Such a pretty little pussy.”
“Oh,” you moaned.
He chuckled then finally started pushing one of his fingers inside of you. Your jaw dropped from the sudden intrusion. He hadn’t even asked. Just took it like he owned it. Not that you weren’t open to that. “So fucking wet,” he hissed. “So pretty I could take a video.”
“You want to?” You asked with a moan because fuck how was he working your cunt so well.
“I shoulda known you’d be a little slut for me,” he said.
You gasped, hating that you tightened around him like a vice as that word fell from his lips. Fuck you were pretty sure you were gushing. 
“You like that?” He asked finally adding another to your wet pussy.
“Please,” you whimpered. He was so close you could feel him against your crotch against your thigh. He was still in his clothes but you could feel his cock pressing into you. You’d even tried to lean back against him to get more contact.
“Please what?”
Was he really expecting you to be able to answer when you were like this. The skirt of your costume tickling your skin. As he inserted another thick finger you thought you might pass out. Who knew Captain America was gonna be able to work your pussy so good. “Do whatever you want,” you cried.
“Yeah?” He asked with a laugh. “Want me to do what I want? I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”
“It’s okay. I can take it.”
“Oh, Baby, I was gonna make you take it.”
Well, fuck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at that as he kept going like he was manipulating it. Camera pointed at your dripping cunt as he touched you. “More,” you begged.
“Is that really fair?” He asked pulling out of you to smack your ass. “What about me?”
You looked back at him with a pout. “I’m sorry. What do you want me to do?” You asked him getting on your knees in front of him.
“That’s such a good fucking girl,” he said, grabbing your chin. “You know,” he started, putting his thumb against your lips, “if I’d known you’d wanted it I would have done this a lot sooner.”
“Really?” You tried to ask but your mouth was kind of full.
He chuckled. “Yeah. Just couldn’t stop myself anymore when you’re in this. Maybe I should write Natasha a thank you note.”
You giggled, perking your tits up. Geeze you can’t believe you were going full on slut for him. Then again who are you kidding you’d been waiting for this moment.
You started undoing his belt and he stopped so he could remove his shirt. Was it bad that you were drooling once his abs came into view. You laid on your stomach as he started to work his pants. Just taking in how fucking good he looked.
Then his cock sprung into view and your jaw dropped. While you’d been dying to know if the serum had affected everything you’d finally gotten your answer. “That’s not gonna fit,” you said with your eyes wide.
You literally had never seen a prettier dick before. He was perfection just looked so big and heavy. You were honestly tempted to hold it up to your forearm to compare the length. Captain America having a monster cock was not on your bingo card.
“I’ll make it fit,” he replied as if you weren’t staring at his giant penis to know better. Then again would it hurt to try.
From the moment your tongue touched his tip you were fucking obsessed. He could choke you on it until you were at his mercy and you’d probably say thank you. Then he made you so you did, looking straight at the camera when you said, “Thank you for letting me suck your cock.”
“Yeah?” He asked with a groan. You kind of wondered what you looked like. Your face covered with spit from when he went extra deep and then pulled it out to smear across your face. “Fuck. It’s like I’ve already got you trained.”
One of your hands rubbed your clit because what else were you supposed to do at a time like this. Like the man you’d been crushing on was on some gentleman in the streets super freaky in the sheets shit. You needed to try and get yourself off.
“Are you touching yourself?” He asked. You nodded, but didn’t pull off. Just looked up at him with those big eyes. “Cut that shit out. That’s my pussy and you didn’t ask for permission.”
Normally you would have rolled your eyes but a demand like that coming from a man like him. You complied. Focusing on wanting to make him cum down your fucking throat for the camera.
“Gonna make me cum, Baby,” he warned with a grunt. God you hope he was. “Not sure if I should cum down your throat or on your fucking face.” You moaned around him as he grabbed your hair to help you work up and down. “Gonna let me cum wherever I want all night?”
You nodded so enthusiastically. Fuck you probably looked pathetic. Not that you were complaining about it.
“Open your mouth,” he said, as he pulled you off of him. Seems like he made his choice. He helped you up so you were down on your knees instead. Then stepped back and laughed as you put your hands on the floor so you could catch up to him. At this point there was no thoughts in your brain except that you wanted him to use you. “Stick your tongue out.”
You did as he said. Perking up again. He grabbed his dick with his free hand. Jerking off first before sliding back into your mouth just as ropes of thick white hot cum started hitting the back of your throat. You honestly felt like you might be in heaven.
From there he set his phone down. Grabbing you so he could pick you back up. Placing a kiss on your lips and not giving a shit as he deepened it as he walked you back to the bed. This time when he placed you down he stopped so he could make his way down your body until his mouth was on your clit.
The costume had been soiled by now. With spit and now cum having dripped down to the top. Yet he hadn’t taken it off. Not that you were surprised. Obviously his goal was to fuck you while you wore it.
Your back arched off the bed as he tongue fucked your sopping wet cunt. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Eating you out like he was a starving man and you were the cure for hunger.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” You repeated it because it was like the only thing you could say.
By the third time you’d orgasmed you were pretty sure he’d broken you. So to say you were scared of whatever his dick my do was an understatement. And all he did was fucking laugh at your reactions as his tongue assaulted you.
As he’d left you there open and panting he claimed back up on top of you. Kissing you again as he lined up. “Condom?” You croaked out.
He snorted. “That’s cute,” he said before pushing his tip into you. Your mind went completely blank as he did. The way he grunted as he forced himself made your jaw drop. “Look at you,” he said. “Taking me so fucking good like a little cock whore.”
Your head tilted back as you bit your lip. He was stretching you out until you were almost at your limit. Then starting moving his hips slow until he bottomed out. “Oh my god,” you breathed.
Then he pulled out making you whimper at the loss. He started helping you out of your outfit. Yet leaving the fishnets on. “That’s better,” he replied as he lined up with your entrance again. This time not really caring as much this time that you needed some time to adjust. Instead just pushing you onto his fat dick and making you gasp.
You were clinging to him as he started to move. Until he pushed you down so he could get a better angle. He was so thick he was hitting your spot whether you liked it or not. Making you your pussy juicers leaking around you because of it.
You were letting out mewls one right after the other. It was just too fucking much. Like whatever you’d been expecting this wasn’t it. You felt like a fucking blow up doll right now and you mean that in the most affectionate way possible.
You always imagined that sex with Steve would be similar to your ex. While he’d been sick and twisted in his own ways to you in bed he was obsessed with MaKiNg LoVe. He wanted it to be perfect. Like your hair had to be perfect. Lingerie on. Lights, camera, action. Surprisingly minus the camera. Funny you wouldn’t let him.
So as Steve impaled you on his giant dick you almost wanted to laugh at the irony. That the asshole was all about that perfect curated shit, the golden boy wanted to split you in half but was probably one of the sweetest people you’d ever met.
As the two of you went from missionary to you on top he was bouncing you down hard. The balls of your feet planted on the bed, so you could have an easier time moving up and down. His hand coming to smack your ass over and over.
“Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve!” You cried out as you came around him again.
“That’s it. Say my fucking name.” He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back by your hair. By now you weren’t even sure where that little hat was. You just know it wasn’t on your head anymore. You could only imagine how fucked up your makeup looked right now.
He pulled out of you so he could position you face down ass up. Grabbing his phone then getting behind you. He rubbed your clit a little more before slamming into you again. 
“I’m gonna take a video. Okay, Doll. We’re going on separate missions next week and I wanna be able to watch it when I’m away from you.”
You whimpered. Stomach tightening as you clenched around him. “That’s okay.”
“I wasn’t asking for permission,” he said as he smacked your ass. Guiding himself into you and you swear every time you felt your brain malfunction. “It’s okay I’m not gonna let anyone else see. I promise.”
“I know,” you moaned as he started picking up pace again.
“Wish I could show your annoying fucking ex though,” he grunted. “Show him how a real man fucks you.”
If he didn’t shut up you were gonna cum again. Especially with the way he was forcing himself in to hit every single spot. “Just like that,” you whimpered.
“Yeah?” He asked. “Who fucks you right, Baby?”
“You do,” you squeaked out.
“This is my pussy now. Don’t you fucking forget that.”
Your pussy tightened around him because of his words. He was just so big. You were pretty sure you’d never get used to it. Not like it mattered. Not like you wouldn’t take it over and over if he told you to. As if you’re not gonna be on his dick as much as you can be now. If he fucked you this disrespectfully on the first time you could only imagine what it’d be like next time.
“Pussy so fucking juicy,” he replied. “You like this, huh? Like being treated like a whore.”
Oh god. “Yes,” you cried. “Only for you.”
“Yeah? Gonna be my whore. Let me fuck you whenever I want?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you squeaked again. “It’s yours. You don’t even have to ask.”
He chuckled. How the fuck was he laughing at a time like this. As if he wasn’t rearranging your guts. “Don’t tell me that. I’ll hold you to it. You know I’m a man of my word.”
Why the fuck was that making you cum. Maybe because that was true. Which only made it hotter. Ugh you really were excited to be this mans fuck toy.
He threw the one down beside you as he pulled out again. Screen on the video he just took. As he flipped you over you grabbed it only getting to watch a little bit of how good it looked with you taking him from behind for a little bit. Fuck it was better than porn.
“You look like such a fucking mess,” he baby talked at you before kissing your lips again. Pulling you into his lap as he sat up. As much as you liked the other positions you liked how close he was to you in this one. “You’re so beautiful.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he went to your ass helping you. Clinging to him while he fucked into you. Finally putting your mouth on those strong shoulders. Sucking your teeth into his skin.
“Fuck, Baby!” He moaned. Ohhh you liked that noise. “Gonna make me cum in you if you keep doin’ that.”
You giggled and started doing it more. Hopefully leaving marks behind that would probably be gone in the morning if you did. Kissing all over his neck and to his chest.
He grabbed your neck. Forcing you to look into his blue eyes as he was grinding you onto him. “One more, Babe. I just gotta get one more,” he was slurring his words like he was just as drunk off of you as you were from him, “outta you before I cum in you.”
“Yes!” You moaned walls once again fluttering around him because of his words.
“Yeah you like that?” He hissed. “Like being my little cum slut, huh? Good cuz after this I’m gonna keep fucking you and fucking you. You hear me?” He leaned you back as he started shoving into you again.
“I love being your cum slut,” you whined as another orgasm hit you making you move your hips up and down so he had to pin you. Needing to keep you in place so he could keep hitting it just right.
“Fuck!” He yelled against your neck as it finally caught up to him. Filling you up but not stopping his movements as if he was about to fuck you through it until he stopped and slumped on top of you then quickly getting off of you so you wouldn’t get crushed.
He didn’t waste anytime to pull you into his arms. Cradling you and kissing your forehead over and over. It almost hurt for you to breathe but you already missed the feeling of his heavy cock impaling you over and over again.
“Shit, you okay?” He asked in between his barrage of kisses. You nodded not even being able to say anything back. You’d definitely need time to recover from this.“Wanna takes a bath or something while I clean up?”
“That’s it?” You managed to say.
He chuckled. “It doesn’t have to be. I just thought you’d wanna relax.”
“Not yet,” you replied.
“Okay.” Another kiss went to your lips. Fuck you were enjoying how kissy he is. “I didn’t break you did I?”
“Possibly.”
He laughed a little harder. “I’m sorry. I should have asked for your safe word, but I got so caught up in the moment.”
“It’s okay,” you replied.
“Nah. A good dom always asks.”
“It’s okay,” you repeated, suddenly feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. “Funny I so knew you were a freak.”
“How?”
You shrugged. “Nice guys are always freaky. And you’re like super nice so you’re extra extra nasty.”
Not this man’s cheeks turning red. As if he didn’t just try to turn you inside out. “Yeah I guess.”
“And I also saw one of your porn searches one time. Don’t worry. I didn’t tell anyone.”
“When?” He asked raising an eyebrow.
“Remember when we broke into Tony’s account? Well I managed to get into your computer and all I’m saying is that if you wanna tie me up I’m so down.” You looked up at him.
He sighed and shook his head. “You are so bad. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Or what? Gonna spank me?” You teased, sticking your tongue out.
“You wish,” he said grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks in. “Just for that I’m gonna start prepping your ass for my cock.”
He was entirely too big to ever fit but fuck you were more than willing to try.
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