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[loish]

Hot take: Pigeons are majestic. Who agrees with me??

[mysteriousfucker1]

Holding you accountable

[grickle14]

Rough start.

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[minishflea]

Another Mikey sketch

[lorenzonuti]

Vampires.

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[jewellaces]

Stargirl Interlude ౨ৎ

Summary: Your mean boyfriend, Solider boy fucks you to Lana Del Rey.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, rough smut, choking, hair pulling, bruises, biting/marking, slight overstimulation, no aftercare.

wc: 1k

The penthouse was dead quiet except for the low, pulsing beat of Stargirl Interlude, playing on repeat through the speakers. You’d put it on earlier just to fill the silence after the two of you got back, and now the dreamy track wrapped around the massive space. New York sprawled out far below the floor-to-ceiling windows, cold city lights twinkling while Soldier Boy had you pinned face-first against the bed.

Ben was in a mood. His heavy tactical jacket was already shrugged off somewhere near the elevator, suit half-open, undershirt ripped down the middle so you could feel the burning heat of his chest pressed to your back. One massive hand fisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back while the other shoved your dress up around your waist.

“No panties. Good girl,” he said right against your ear. He kicked your legs wider apart with his boot and shoved three thick fingers into your pussy without any warning, stretching you open. The sudden burn made you cry out.

“Been hard since I saw you bending over earlier,” he snarled, pumping his fingers brutally. “This cunt’s mine. Say it.”

“Yours, fuck, Ben, it’s yours,” you gasped, He rewarded you by adding a rough slap to your ass, the sting blooming hot across your skin. His thumb found your clit and rubbed it mean, fast circles until your knees buckled, he kept finger-fucking you until you were dripping down his hand and whimpering.

He pulled his fingers out suddenly, spun you around, and lifted you like you weighed nothing. Your back slammed against the headboard as he freed his thick cock, he lined up and thrusted hard, burying every inch in one brutal stroke. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but the way he groaned loud and deep made it worth it.

“Fuck yes,” he hissed through gritted teeth. He started pounding into you right away, hips snapping with superhuman force. Each thrust slammed your body against the bed so hard you were sure the whole neighborhood could hear. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin while he fucked you deeper, harder, relentless.

“You take my cock so fucking well,” he grunted, green eyes dark and wild. Sweat glistened on his chest, that dangerous radioactive glow flickering faintly under his skin. He leaned in and bit your neck hard, sucking a dark bruise into the skin as his hips kept slamming forward. The wet, filthy sound of him driving into your soaked pussy echoed through the penthouse.

Ben didn’t stay in one spot. He pulled out suddenly, spun you around again, and bent you over the bed. Your chest pressed flat against the sheets as he kicked your legs apart and slammed back in from behind. This angle was even deeper. He grabbed your hips with both hands and railed you, brutal and fast, the bed creaking under the force.

“Arch your back more,” he ordered, and when you obeyed he rewarded you with another hard slap to your ass, then another. The sting mixed perfectly with the pleasure of his thick cock dragging against that spot inside you over and over. He reached around and rubbed your clit roughly, fingers almost too much on your sensitive nerves.

You came hard the first time, pussy clenching around him, legs shaking so bad you would’ve collapsed if you weren’t on the bed. Ben just kept fucking you through it, growling low and filthy.

“That’s right, squeeze my dick. Gonna fuck you until you can’t stand.”

He pulled out again, manhandling you over to the large leather couch. He sat down heavy and dragged you onto his lap, facing away from him. You sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt. Ben’s hands gripped your waist like iron as he thrust up into you, bouncing you on his lap with zero mercy. One hand fisted in your hair again, yanking your head back so he could bite along your shoulder while the other wrapped around your throat from behind.

“Ride it,” he demanded, voice rough. You tried to move with him but he was too strong, he took over completely, fucking up into you so hard your moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. The song’s slow, sensual beat kept playing underneath it all, making everything feel even more intense.

He pushed you forward suddenly so you were on all fours on the couch, then mounted you from behind again. His chest pressed to your back as he rutted into you like an animal, one arm locked around your waist, the other hand reaching down to slap your clit lightly. The overstimulation made you scream, coming again even harder than before, soaking his cock and the leather beneath you.

Only then did Ben let himself go. He fucked you through your orgasm with short, punishing thrusts before burying himself deep and coming with a loud groan. You felt every hot pulse as he filled you up, thick and endless, until it was leaking out around him and down your thighs.

He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing hard against the back of your neck. His hand stroked down your side almost possessively, squeezing your hip hard enough to leave marks. When he finally pulled out, he turned you around and kissed you, rough and claiming, all tongue and teeth.

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered against your lips. His voice was hoarse. He kept you close, one big arm wrapped around you as you both caught your breath, bodies still buzzing. The city lights kept shining outside, indifferent to the way Soldier Boy had just ruined you against every surface in the room.

You knew you’d be sore tomorrow, bruises on your hips, bite marks on your neck, that deep ache between your legs, but the way he looked at you right now made it all worth it. 

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