Summary: Terry letting you wear yourself out on that thang. That’s it, that’s all.
Warning(s): riding, sexual innuendos, dirty talk, mentions of oral (f receiving), may be some errors
The day started off great, just as any other day would. You woke up to an empty bed, which was normal considering you were married to a damn lark. Terry always rose before the sun for whatever reason, but that never stopped you from getting your full eight hours worth of beauty rest.
You’d entered the kitchen to see your usual morning sight: Terry, shirtless and sweaty after his morning run. Though you tried to keep your footsteps soft, Terry and his super marine hearing sensed you coming from a mile away. He peered over his shoulder with his cloudy green eyes and flashed a rarely seen smile— well, rare to everyone but you— before scooping up the fresh cup of coffee he’d always have ready for you whenever you decide to grace the world with your presence.
Silently reminding yourself that it was too damn early to be horny, you kept your eyes above the neckline and accepted your cup of joe and one of many morning kisses. You spent the next ten minutes of leisure time as you normally did: Smiling at the sweet and expected gesture, giggling at the compliments and complimentary kisses that came along with your coffee, and squealing when Terry’s hands would roam and squeeze at some of his favorite parts of your body.
You’d left home some time later with a smile on your face as Terry always made sure you did, but just when you thought the exceptional morning meant your day would be perfect, here came your fucking boss.
Rude, loud, and disrespectful. Commanding and demanding the most ridiculous things as soon as the damn office opened. You’d always tried your best to stay respectful and hold your tongue when came at crazy, and today was no different. You’d just constantly remind yourself that this was your boss, and as much as you couldn’t stand her ass, you still loved your job and didn’t want to risk losing it over a boss doing what bosses do.
Then came your coworker Sandra, who also happens to be the bosses daughter. Rude and entitled much like her mother, Sandra always knew how to push just about everyone in the offices buttons, but for some odd reason yours were her favorite to push. You’d trained yourself not to give her the reaction she so desperately tried to get from you, but that still didn’t mean she didn’t get under your skin from time to time.
By the time the end of the day rolled around, Sandra and her mother had worked together to make today the day from hell. Two caseloads, another cup of coffee, and three near blowups later, you’d finally made it back home. The smile you once had on your face when you left was long and gone when you returned, and Terry noticed immediately. From his spot on the couch, he watched you toss your keys onto the kitchen counter and kick your shoes off much harder than necessary. Though your shoulders should’ve relaxed after the long breath you released, they remained tight and tense, telling Terry more than he knew you probably would.
You tended to shut down when frustrated, a bad habit that Terry had both picked up on and learned to remain patient with. However, knowing this wouldn’t stop him from coaxing as much information as he could out of you.
Terry pushed himself up from his seated position and began his path toward you. His long legs got him there in milliseconds, standing tall and protective in front of you. The crisp new wife beater he wore clung to his torso like you did when you would hug him and the dark grey sweats he wore hung low on his hips just how you liked it. His unintentional sexiness almost made you forget why you were mad. Almost.
He remained silent for a moment, watching intently as you looked everywhere but at him. Then, his left hand raised to your hip giving it a double tap with his index and middle fingers. You took that nonverbal command for what it was and finally looked up at him, his stormy eyes already meeting yours halfway.
For a second he still said nothing. He just stood still and examined your expression as much as you’d allow him to. The slight pout on your lips and semi-wet eyes told him enough, prompting him to finally speak.
“Talk to me.”
The words were simple, but when you have a day like you just had, it’s enough to damn near cause a break down. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying and lowered your head, shaking it just enough for the gesture to be noticeable.
“I’m fine,” you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.
But you should’ve known that wouldn’t be good enough for him. You did know it wasn’t good enough for him. That’s why it was no shock when his hand came to cup your chin and gently forced your head up to meet his gaze again. There was silence once again from him as he scanned your face for another read. This time your mood was clear. Your face held a plethora of emotions. Frustration, anger, and a hint of sadness all at once.
“You’re not upset for nothing, Peach.”
The patience he had with you was evident in both his tone and the use of your pet name. He’d given it to you when the two of you had just began dating many years ago. He said the name reflected your personality and common mood. As sweet as could be. An alternative meaning for that nickname came a bit later in the relationship when the two of you had been intimate for the first time. He said the chosen name was perfect because you in the bedroom mirrored a Peach perfectly: sweet, sticky, thick, and pretty. But that was beside the point. The fact of the matter was that right now, your mood was anything but sweet.
A sigh slipped past your lips as you once again averted your gaze from his, afraid that he’d read too deep into you and cause you to break down in the middle of the living room. “It’s just work, T,” you muttered a tad bit lower than before. “Nothing serious.”
“I think it is serious if it’s got you this upset,” Terry argued. Not in an ill intended way. Just in a way that let you know he wasn’t buying the watered down story you were selling. Hand still cupping your chin, Terry nudged upward just a tad bit higher in an attempt to get your attention back on him. “Look at me.”
You reluctantly obliged and once again locked eyes with Terry, only this time, there was no reading. He’d already put it together. “Your boss?”
Just the mention of that bitch had you fighting the urge to roll your eyes, but to answer your husband’s question, you nodded.
“She frustratin’ you again?”
You mimicked your earlier action once more, nodding as you again bit down on your cheek. “Yeah, Sandra, too.”
Though your voice was barely above a whisper, Terry heard you loud and clear. He kept his stance just a few moments more before relaxing, his hands falling unoccupied at his side before they snaked around your waist. His thumb rubbed soothing circles around your lower back in an effort to get you to relax even a bit. Yeah sure, your boss and her gnat of a daughter pissed you off today. But you were home now, with him.
“You gotta stop doing that, Peach,” Terry murmured, arms wrapping tighter around you as he pulled you closer.
Now chest to chest, your dainty hands came to rest on his biceps. “Doing what?”
“Shutting down,” he elaborated, index finger drumming your hip. “You always shut down when you’re upset and you leave me out the mix. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s goin’ on.”
You nodded in response, head lowering in shame. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Mm-mm, don’t do that,” Terry hummed, immediately following up with a kiss to your forehead, then one to your cheek, then one to your jawline, then multiple to your neck as you giggled lowly. “I’m not mad at you, baby. I just want you to be happy. And I want you to be comfortable telling me when something is botherin’ you. Even if it’s not me, alright?”
With a nod and a muttered agreement, you took the time to appreciate Terry’s effort at getting you to open up. Although you appreciated it, that still didn’t remove the effects of today’s ware and tear from your body. You were still frustrated. Still annoyed. Still tense. But that wasn’t a problem for Terry. All he needed you to do was tell him what was bothering you. He was down to handle the rest.
And that’s what got you to where you are now.
Bare and hot on top of him, knees working overtime to keep you upright as you bounced up and down at the same breathtaking pace. Not too idle. Not too brisk. It was somewhere perfectly in between. Terry watched comfortably beneath you, hands folded and tucked behind his head as he remained still, careful not to disturb your rhythm.
Your bottom lip had to be tired of you biting it, but that seemed to be the only way you could keep your sounds under control and keep the two of you from receiving a noise complaint in a few hours time. Your hands assisted in keeping you steady with their resting spot being on Terry’s abdomen, fingers dragging through the creases of his abs when you felt them flex under the pressure of you repeatedly landing in his lap.
Tongue darting out to moisten your parched lips, you let a whine slip past the barrier you’d tried your hardest to build. “Terryyy…”
He looked up at you, expression stoic and emotionless besides the lust clouding his already piercing eyes. “What you callin’ me for? You doin’ that shit to yourself.”
Brows furrowed and mouth hanging ajar, you looked down to where the two of you connected. You watched your fluids pile up at the base of his phallus in near disbelief. Almost as though you couldn’t believe what you were making yourself do. Like him saying it out loud was what made you realize it. Even still, it was partly his fault. Nobody told him to have all that dick.
Another sound slipped past your lips, this time resembling more of a squeal as the angle of your hips made it nearly impossible for his throbbing tip to miss your spot. “Fuuuckkk!”, you slurred through a moan, head falling backward and eyes rolling to a close.
“Mhm, there you go,” Terry cooed while simultaneously reaching out to you, hand wrapping snug around your throat. “Keep that shit movin’. Just like that.”
The sudden air restriction caused you to gasp, hand coming up to wrap around Terry’s wrist. The grip you had on his hand matched the grip you had on his dick, your walls contracting around his girth at the depth of his voice and commands. There was something about the two of you being in a position where you had the opportunity to be in full control, yet Terry still finding a way to be in charge. Your body’s response to his commands showed exactly how you felt about them, your walls gushing with arousal.
Your internal temperature grew hotter with every passing minute, the aching in your legs contributing to your thermal increase. But unfortunately, that wasn’t stopping shit. You were gonna get your nut even if it meant riding this Harley until your legs gave clean out. Well, your third nut. Terry had already coaxed two out of you with that talented mouth of his, eating away half the frustration you’d returned home with. He left it up to you to ride out the rest.
“Fuck…why you so wet, Peach?” Fingers tightening around your throat, Terry bit down on his bottom lip as his free hand came up to strike your ass cheek. “Hm?”
There were so many answers to that question. Maybe because you had a fine ass man beneath you letting you use him for your pleasure with no consequences. Or maybe it was because you had a big ass dick invading the deepest part of you, pulsing and throbbing against your wetness to cause almost euphoric sensations. Or maybe it was just because you were in love. It didn’t matter which response was most fitting, because you couldn’t even muster up the strength to give him one.
Instead you peeled your eyes open, gaze immediately connecting with his. The two of you watched each other through different eyes: yours soft and submissive, his hard and dominant. “You so fuckin’ pretty.”
You moaned in response, stomach swarming with butterflies at him somehow always knowing what to say and when to say it. Eyes fluttering shut, your head had almost fallen back again before Terry’s hand moved to cup your jaw. “Mm-mm, keep them eyes on me.”
You obliged, eyes opening to find his. You watched as his lip found its way between his teeth again, his thumb stroking your cheek as soft as could be. Then the pad of his thumb found its way to your bottom lip, rubbing across it a few times. “Open…”
Following instructions with a submissive moan, your semi-parted lips opened wider to allow his thumb entry, and you made sure to give it a warm welcome with your tongue and lips. A slick thrust from below had your teeth nearly sinking into the flesh, but you’d managed to hold back before continuing to suck on his thumb.
“So beautiful…”, Terry muttered, watching as your eyes rolled to a close and you moaned around his thumb, the throbbing of his phallus causing your stomach muscles to tighten. “and so fuckin’ nasty.”
How could he say that when he was the one who made you this way? You can confidently say you had never been this nasty until you got with Terry. This motherfucker had you doing shit you would’ve never even thought to do with anyone else, but you’d be lying straight through your teeth if you said you didn’t love it.
He pulled his thumb away and you released it with a ‘pop’, then watched with doe eyes as he used that same saliva covered thumb to rub your clit in slow, sloppy circles. But you were the nasty one? Yeah, okay.
The new sensation caused a buck in your hips, a sound of louder pitch escaping your lips as your eyes did yet another roll inward. “Babyyy…s-shit!”, you whined as you tried to keep your pace through the tightening of your walls and flexing of your stomach muscles. The sensation omitted a groan from Terry, but nothing more than that as he kept his eyes trained on you.
It’s not that he wasn’t feeling good, because he damn sure was. It was just the fact that tonight was your night. Y’all could worry about him later. Right now, it was all about you.
“You look so good up there, Peach. You don’t even understand,” he cooed, tongue slowly protruding to wet his lips as he watched you slowly but surely unravel.
You’d call him a damn lie if you weren’t in your current position. You could just feel that you looked a mess. Hair puffy and wild, lips parched and dry, skin hot and tacky. Terry didn’t give a fuck. “Them hips, them thighs, your face…”, he murmured, the rotation of his thumb staying constant. “Can’t even keep your fuckin’ eyes open. I got you feelin’ good, huh, baby?”
“Yesss, oh my god!”, you squealed, head lolling back as your toes began to curl against the mattress.
Hissing at your sudden tighter grip, Terry’s brows furrowed a tad deeper. “Why you grippin’ me like that? Hm?” You knew the answer, and so did he. But your almost non-coherent words made it hard to give him one. “You finna cum? Is that what it is?”
You nodded frantically, the pace of your bounces starting to increase. “You gon’ cum for me, mama? You gon’ show me how wet you can get for me?”
“Y-yesss, fuck! I’m gon’ cum for you, daddy!”, you moaned, toes curling tighter as you grabbed his free hand and interlocked your fingers. The speed of his thumb started to increase to match the pace of your bounces, your sounds now being full on pornstar moans.
“Chase that shit then, Peach. Show me how wet this pretty pussy can get for me.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice because you already felt it coming. Nails clawing at his chest, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung ajar as your walls closed as tight as they could. The groans omitted from him only assisted with your heavenly climax, thighs trembling as you tried your hardest not to wake the neighbors, though both you and Terry were sure you had probably already done that.
“There you go. Get what you need, pretty girl,” Terry cooed, thumb still rotating on your sensitive center even though your bouncing had come to a steady halt. “Let that shit out.”
Chest heavy with pants, you absentmindedly wound your hips against his thumb, riding out your high to its highest potential. When you were done, you and your throbbing center had had enough. Your hand had quickly found Terry’s, grabbing hold of his wrist. “Mm, fuck, okay…I’m tapped out,” you huffed through short breaths, pushing his thumb away from your now sore pleasure point.
You lifted yourself off of his length with a wince before collapsing back onto his chest. “You good?”
Fuck no you weren’t good. Your body may as well been filled with noodles. Your legs and back were as good as gone, and don’t even get started on your knees. “Don’t even think about touching me for the next two weeks.”
You weren’t sure yet if you were joking or not, and neither was Terry, but for now you’d just go to sleep, good, fucked, and happy.
Warnings: Language, Traditional Gender Roles, Controlling!Terry, Daddy Issues, Smut (+18) mdni, Degradation Kink, DDLG, Daddy Kink, Controlled Orgasm, Unprotected Sex
A/n: Reader literally calls him Daddy. Please don't read this if that's not your vibe.
When your days weren't spent caring for your home as an active military wife, you engaged in reading, crocheting, baking and positively, actively avoiding the southern housewives that haunted your sunny cul-de-sac. Terry knew you'd much rather be doing things alone when he was at work.
This woman was intruding on your alone time.
"We've got to stick together!" the woman had said, her voice dripped like her honeycomb hair haloing her head. You wouldn't have willingly opened the front door had you known she would be lurking on the other side. The amicable smile that was on your face was cracking.
You initially thought it might be your husband, come to surprise you, knocking off from work earlier than usual. All throughout the day, you had been eager to see him.
He had left you in quite the state this morning.
"Faster," he had commanded in that mahogany veneered voice as he watched you try and fail to give yourself even a sliver of the kind of pleasure you were used to. He liked watching you struggle to take your fingers that were far too small, nothing like his large, skillful hands that would drill into your cunt when you needed it to.
"Why are you slowing down?" He enquired calmly, his head leaning against the headboard as he watched you try to please yourself in order please him to the best of your abilities.
You were seated between his legs with your legs spread open. The only contact established between you two was your ass pressed against that bulge straining his boxers. If Terry was a lesser man, he'd forget that he was trying to teach you a lesson about coming without permission. If he wasn't so deeply wired with self control he mightve said fuck the lesson and pulled his cock out to slide inside your weeping cunt.
But he wasn't a lesser man.
And no matter how hard he got, he loved watching you struggle to make yourself cum.
"M'sorry okay?" Gone was the trace of bratiness in your tone. All that was left was a little girl's pathetic whine and even that made him harder.
"M'sorry, I wont cum without your permission again-" you craned your head back. Your cloudy hair moved across his chest as you met his eyes, "Please help me," you hoped eyes displayed your desperation. Even if that weren't enough you knew your next words would be. "Please, Daddy-" he made a sharp intake of breath and you knew you had him.
"I need y-"
"I need to go to work-"
Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull as the man behind you moved to rid himself of you.
"What!? You're just going to leave like that?!"
"Who're you talking to?" He had asked so calmly, with his head tilted, corralling you into absolute silence.
"I-"
"Give it' till this afternoon," he wasn't a complete monster. He kissed you on your forehead, making you feel whole even for a split second before ridding himself of you once again.
"Can you be good for me until this afternoon?" You loved when he did that. You loved when he spoke down at you, as if you weren't sporting numerous degrees. As if you weren't a fully autonomous woman.
You liked the break he gave you from thinking.
"I can." You had said. Completely determined not to touch yourself until he arrived home.
All day, your brain had been fuzzy with thoughts of him. 'The dangers of being a housewife', your best friend had called it. He was consuming your every thought. Your mind was plagued by images of him inside you. Your mouth. Your cunt. Your mind.
You had no time for this. Not time for her.
"We?" You reiterate with your head slightly tilted as you lean against the door you were itching to slam shut in her face. "We should stick together?" You asked it as if hoping to make sense of how in what world a woman like her and a woman like you might ever be classified as 'we'. In front of you stood the seemingly perfect example of a nuclear housewife. Poodle puff golden hair, bright eerie smile and a body that could reproduce, seemingly at will.
"Yes!" The blonde woman said, "Us wives of veterans, we need to stick together-"
"Oh-" you were in the process of shaking your head, "I- don't really see myself as a product of Terry's-"
"I think we should have a little meet up tonight! We'll wrangle up the husbands and the kids-"
"I've got no kids," You said so curtly it could've given anyone a harsh chill.
"You and Terry have no children?" Judging by the look on her face you could swear you've just admitted to some form of bio terrorism.
"No kids?" She nodded gravely. Far too gravely. "H-How interesting, well. That's okay! I'll just call our babysitter- She's a lovely girl. Hopefully you find someone like her when you and Terry finally get to it-"
"When her and Terry get to what?" You hadn't even heard that roar of the truck easing up the driveway, your mind had been far too plagued with images of your childless marriage to really pay it any mind. But you're very much of him now as he appears behind that stupid little housewife.
Like Pavlov's dog, your body and all its machinations react to the sound of Terry's voice alone.
The gravel that seemed to roll in his esophagus. The way he dwarves the woman taking up your precious time. He had finally come home, but here you were, being occupied by your neighbors, dressed in nothing except a tight fitting night dress.
"Oh Terry!" The woman said, hoping to steal his attention, despite his eyes remaining fastened on you, "How lovely to finally meet! I was just telling your lovely wife we should all have a family meet up- she informed me that you two don't want kids?"
"Have-" You said so quickly, "I said we don't have kids. Not that we don't want any."
Without sparing the woman another glance, Terry strolls past her. His large bicep squeezes you into the frame of the door as he walks up behind you but you don't mind. In fact you suddenly feel calmer in his shadow. Your nerves are both calm and set alight as he moves his heavy arms around your waist.
"You explained yourself?" He bends down, his lips pressed against your ear, "You didn't need to do that." Your mouth stammered open as the woman by your doorstep pales.
"Well- I was just enquiring-" the woman attempts to salvage the situation but Terry’s already pulling you into the house.
"We'll come back to you about the dinner-”
“We could set a date right now and-”
“Excuse me,” Terry says, “We gotta go make that baby we apparently don't want-” you catch a final glimpse of that woman. Her mouth stammered open.
Terry's leading you towards the couch and you follow him, your fingers wrapped around his pinky. You swallow heavily watching his back muscles contract.
He's so big.
So in control.
It has your mind swimming in the pools of subspace as he lowers his frame to the couch. He pulls you into his lap and you yelp as the skirts of your dress fan around his lap.
For a moment all is quiet.
You evade eye contact and he tries to hide his smile as he forces you to interlock your hands behind his neck while his titan hands meet around your waist. You were quite literally trapped.
“That woman probably isn't going to talk to me again after that little display of yours,” you mumble lowly and he chuckles softly as he brings his nose to the crook of your neck and he breathes in.
“Try not to sound so pleased about that.”
“I have to make friends, Terry-” your breath stammers when you feel his pillow lips open up until he's pressing his tongue to the sensitive skin by your neck.
“Did you touch yourself?” He asks and despite his words holding that usual sliver of control, you can feel the slight eagerness to his actions. His steadily hardening cock straining through the front of his jeans and his restless hands moving underneath the skirt of your dress.
“No, you told me not to.”
“I've told you not to do many things,” he presses another kiss to your temple and you breathe in rather sharply when his fingers reach your inner thigh. “Sometimes you don't give a shit about what I say.”
“I promise I didn't touch myself,” it was becoming difficult to breathe. Your mind descended into lechery as his fingers inched up your thigh and you opened your legs slightly. “Honest.”
“Should I check the cameras?” Your body tensed ever so slightly and for someone as observant as Terry was trained to be, you knew he spotted it.
“We have cameras?”
“You think I'd just leave you in this hick ass town alone throughout the day and not have cameras in the house?”
“Oh- well-”
“Doesn't matter if you touched yourself, does it?” Your breathing swells as his fingers finally connect with the seat of your panties. He adjusts himself underneath you. You're absolutely soaked.
“No one can make you cum like I do,” He whispers, sliding your panties to the side, “Not even you.”
Your eyes grow hazy as his fingers begin to play with your aching cunt. It's everything you've needed and more.
“Say it-” You're teetering on the edge of a complete mental check-out as his fingers rub your clit. You squirm on top of him, searching for the seating position that would let you grind down on his hand but he keeps you still.
“Fuck-” he groans and for a split moment, you're nearly close.
Until he pulls his fingers away and you're once again whining and squirming with no sense of relief.
“You can't just-”
In a series of fluid and swift movements, Terry moves you off of his lap. Your back hits the couch as he hovers over you.
“what're you doing-”
“You thought I was kidding about making that baby?” He asks, so incredibly serious as he undoes his belt buckle and all you're able to do is lay supine and take whatever he gives
According to your family, everything about Terry Richmond had been a seemingly blood red flag: from his overtly frightening countenance, to his slightly unnerving marine status.
He is nothing but menacing as he hovers above you, parting your legs before reaching inside his jeans.
“You're squirming too much,” he says, “You want the cuffs?” Your throat dried with the recollection of the previous tike Terry had slapped his cuffs over your wrist. He had quite literally used your cunt to milk his cock and there was nothing you could do about it.
Despite loving the memory, and the sharp thrill it shoots straight to your clit, you wanna touch him, and you tell him as much.
He groans before lowering himself towards you.
“Shouldn't I take off-”
“Keep the dress on,” he lifts your hips before spreading your legs, for a moment he gets lost at what he sees There underneath all the pink frills and tulle.
“I'm going to get you pregnant,” he promises before lifting his eyes to meet yours, “Any objections?”
He's not smiling. His eyes are deep and hypnotic and you move your hips as if so incredibly needy to take anything he gives.
“No objections,” You shake your head and your words die in your throat when you feel your panties be swiped to the side once again. Terry's restraining himself. You can see it in the veins popping out of his neck.
You're not sure why.
“Green or Red?” His Eyes lift to meet you and you can feel the head of his cock press against your tight opening.
“Red,” you respond. “You can be rough- i just need y- FUCK-” he thrusts inside you, bottoming out almost immediately.
You didn't need any prep because you were already soaking through your underwear but your cunt still fought To bully his cock back out.
“Th-That hurts-” you grit your teeth as he begins to thrust shallowly inside you, despite having already bottom out. It's like he's searching for somewhere deeper to go and you both groan out loud at the thought.
“You’re so fucking wet, fuck-” He watched his cock slides back out completely before slamming it back in and you yelp at his brutal intrusion. It fulfills something ravenous in you, the way he lowers his hand to the side of your head before fucking into you with wreckless abandon.
“So fucking tight-”
“Fuckyoursobig-” your eyes are hollow and Terry knows from your slurred speech that you were fully in subspace.
“Shit- you tryna make me cum already, huh?”
Your bottom lips portudes and you look up at him, nodding dumbly, “You wanna be a good slut for your Daddy, don't you?”
The second he locks his thick palm around your throat, and you wear his hand like a collar, you're absolutely done for. Your hips lift to meet his thrusts and your tongue lolls out of your mouth.
“Such a fucking slut- shit-”
“Yo-Yours,” you moan, “Your slut-”
He immediately stills his hips before cursing aloud. Terry's lips crash down onto yours. A hungry kiss you weren't expecting but eagerly reciprocate.
“My pretty slut,” he nods his head in affirmation. patting down your head as if you always knew what to say. “That's right, baby.” You're bathed in the praise. You fucking absorbed it. “That's right, Clever Girl-”
“Oh my God, Daddy- please,” you lift your hips, urging him to continue drilling into you.
“You're such a good girl for me-” he continues to affirm as his hips move once more, “You gonna take my cun, aren't you, Pretty Girl? You gonna make Daddy proud and give him a baby-”
“Terry, ohmygod-” you can feel your cunt spasming around his cock.
“Ask.” He can see you teetering on the edge but his voice is dark and commanding. “You know better.” He warns. “Ask.”
“Please-” you search to hold onto something, anything that would stop you for cumming outright on your husband's cock, “Please let me cum, oh my god-”
He speeds up his own thrusts. Unbeknownst to you, your eagerness to take him, your whining and begging had him twitching inside you. It's like you became a vessel of his pleasure alone. You were good at that. You were good at making him the center of your universe.
“Cum for me, Pretty Girl.” It's all it takes for you to let yourself go completely. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Terry squeezes your throat, sending you flying amongst the clouds. You curse and scream and your cunt is suffocating his cock until he can't handle it anymore.
“Gonna cum,” he affirms, his voice tense and his muscles tight, “Gonna cum so fucking hard inside my Pretty Girl-” even he had his limits. Soon he wasn't able to say anything. His words bled into uncontrollable groans as he trusted a steady stream of cum inside you.
You're patting down on his tense muscles, urging him to part with every single drop.
Summary: As you’re finishing up your chores for the night at your bar, a close friend from the nearby Green Lanterns Corps pays a visit following a rough day at work.
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI!), cursing, drinking, smoking, buildup, slapping, some angst, slight mention of death, cumshot
Dividers By: @uzmacchiato
A/N I: Came to mind as I am still finishing the first part of the series for him. I wouldn’t classify this as a drabble since it’s more than a 100 words. A little rusty. Hope you enjoy this little treat and Gunn Man, you’re going to hell for that sex scene by the way.
THIS IS MY WORK, SO PLEASE DO NOT STEAL IT.
It was a late Saturday night, soon-to-be Sunday morning in Coast City, with you still being up, tending to chores in your now-closed bar.
You don’t operate on Sundays as a way to give yourself to rest, but to restock on ingredients and alcohol that is out-of-stock or low on it.
Luckily, Saturdays is usually when the deliveries happen and your head cook unboxed everything just so it is a simple task for you to finish once the crowd cleared out.
So here you are, locs tied up, a blunt hanging from your lips, and skin slowly glistening from sweat as you align the bottles of alcohol and glass cups by size, a low, alt-R&B song is playing in the background:
You hummed along to the song since it’s a favorite of yours from this album, taking a quick break to blow out the smoke.
Suddenly, a few knocks from the blackened front door startled you, making you turn down the music, pick up your hidden gun, and head towards it.
Opening the door, a tall, tanned, chiseled man stood outside, his blueish-green eyes glowing from the light above as he had a serious, but tired look on his face.
“John Stewart.” as you took your blunt out of your mouth, blowing out smoke. “What a surprise.”
“Thought you would be used to this by now.” he replied, his eyes roaming your body.
“You’re up quite late.” you said, leaning against the door.
“Had a rough day today.” he replied, pecking your cheek before walking in.
You nodded, closing and locking the door before walking back to the bar, where he took a seat in front of you.
As he usually does since this is a weekly thing between you and him, the history going further back.
You met John back when you and your family moved to Detroit as a kid, thanks to your military serving father taking over a position he was offered. John and his family were your neighbors, being very welcoming to you all, especially when your fathers became friends and co-workers at the same base.
Unfortunately, a freak accident involving a Manhunter invading the base claimed both of their lives, with your family moving away after the funerals a few days before your 14th birthday, losing contact with John.
Until the first day you opened your bar, which is a few miles from the Green Lanterns Corps headquarters.
John, his partner, Hal, and a few other members came in for beers and some menu items, never forgetting his shocked expression of seeing you again after so long and giving you a huge, but soft embrace.
Now, here he is, sitting right in front of you again.
“Hal did something again?” you asked, taking out a glass from the cabinet drawer.
“The new trainees.” he replied, annoyance in his tone.
“Got them the wrong ring sizes again?” as you grabbed a cherry syrup bottle.
“Can’t seem to focus on whatever I’m teaching them.”
“You might have to find a creative way.” as you turned the button on the soda gun.
“Like what?”
You shrugged as you filled the glass with ice, pressing on the button to fill it with Sprite.
“Making references to something similar. Something that’s fun and understandable for them. We are in a literacy crisis.” you said as you added a cherry to the drink before placing it in front of him.
“I’ll figure out something.” he replied, watching you inhale your blunt again.
You blew out smoke as the bass to the next song began to play, feeling your body beginning to move to it:
Hey, I’ve been up, the voice of Kelela sanged as you handed your blunt to John, watching him carefully take it out of your hand.
It’s been on my mind, as you turned around, leaning forward to poke your ass out a bit.
His eyes followed as he brought the blunt to his mouth, inhaling it a bit. You moved your hips seductively, feeling the song a lot as you stood up, swaying side to side.
We’re running out of time, Kelela repeated a few times as you turned to face John again, making eye contact.
He blow out smoke, the weed slowly relaxing him as he watches you grind back and forth, doing a few squats before bringing it back up.
Something is wrong with the seed that we’re sowing. We’re runnin, you mouthed along as you turned away, resuming organizing the alcohol bottles.
John smirks, surprised that you stopped doing your routine as he took a sip of his drink, a puzzled look on his face.
“Baby, what is this that you gave me?” he asked, making you turn around.
“The classic: a Shirley Temple.” you replied nonchalantly.
“A Shirley Temple?” he asked in a confused tone.
“What, you don’t like it? I can make you a dirty Club Soda if you want.”
“No, no. Just you normally surprise me with a drink I never had.”
”Oh, I was. But then, Hal told me he found you passed out drunk in on your lawn last week after you left here, even though I told you to rest.” as you crossed your arms.
John rolled his eyes, bringing the blunt back to his lips, inhaling some more.
“I had something to do.” he said as he blew out smoke.
“And that’s why I told you to not drink too much.” as you took back your blunt.
“But we were having fun.”
“This is the second time you did that is my point.”
“Come on. It won’t happen again.” as he tried to grab your hand.
You pulled it back, not falling for his apologetic remark.
“We can still drink, but for now, you lost the alcohol privilege.” you replied, watching his jaw flex.
“So if I told you to stop wearing tops that showed your cleavage, would you listen?” he asked, watching you giggle.
“Don’t know. I like how we’re both matching with our outfits right now.” you replied, eyes roaming all over his massive, thick body.
He wore a white shirt with the Lanterns symbol on the front and black shorts while you wore a white spaghetti strapped top that showed off a bit of your titties with black jeans.
“I’m serious.” as he crossed his arms.
“I would if you actually showed me off as your woman.” as you inhaled the rest of your blunt.
Silence filled the room as you both held each other gazes, the tension growing thicker as he leaned forward.
“So this is not a relationship now?” he asked.
“Never said that. Just you only love me when no one else is around.” you replied, blowing out smoke.
His Lantern ring flickers as he takes another slip of his drink, leaning back a bit.
“I still show up for you, even if you don’t want it.” he said.
“Because I hate being alone here.”
“You’re not alone when I’m here protecting you.”
You rolled your eyes as you placed the final bottle on the shelf, putting out your blunt and slowly walking to the kitchen.
“What kind of burger do you want?” you asked, looking at him.
“The usual. No tomato.” he replied quietly.
You nodded, turning back to the kitchen.
“Coming right up.” as you disappeared into there, feeling his eyes burning into the back of your head.
John curses quietly, feeling annoyed that the conversation went left.
An hour passes as you slowly finish your half of the Western Tale burger and fries you were sharing with John as usual, watching him tap his glass a few times.
Deep down, you hated making him feel bad about how he could’ve lost his job had someone from there found him like that.
But your conversation with Hal, where he doesn’t blame you for his drunken behavior, but he suggests that you should tell him to take a break or else, he might bring your business down with him.
That’s something you couldn’t afford to lose.
“You done with your plate?” his question interrupting your disassociation.
“Hm?” as you looked at your plate, which is now empty.
You nodded as you slid it towards him, watching him take it and head to the kitchen, entering inside.
You already know the routine.
You two finishing eating, he goes and washes the dishes that you normally do after you finish cleaning the bar, but he does it because he wants to since you been working all week.
You two talk, make out, and boom. Sex.
Which is why you are now walking to the kitchen to watch him, seeing how calm and relaxed he looked at the dish sink as you got closer.
The quietness in the room accompanied the sound of the water running, dishes clanking, and screening as you leaned against the counter, staring at him.
“Can I ask you something?” you said, watching him pause.
“Go ahead.” he said, resuming.
“Do you mention you have a girlfriend when at work?”
“Always. Even if they don’t see your initials hanging off my necklace.”
Oh yes. The pendant he added alongside his Marines dogtog that he wears proudly, surprising you with it about three months into your relationship. It dangling in your face whenever he’s been your legs.
“How do you describe me to them?” you asked.
“Smart. Beautiful. Independent when I’m not around. And hellbent. Minimum as possible.”
”Minimum?”
John pauses again, looking at you.
“I don’t like people in my business. You know this.”
“Then take me somewhere that your co-workers won’t see us. Or just have dinner at your place. Even mines.”
“As if we don’t have complicated schedules.” as he turns his attention back to the dishes.
“You’re off before me? You can come visit without being with them or every Saturday after I close!”
“My job revolves around protecting you guys and the people from space. It require all of my attention.”
“Then why get into a relationship?”
“Because I love you?!” he snapped, tossing the plate and rag down.
You shake your head, moving away.
“I can’t keep doing this with you.” you said, crossing your arms.
“Doing what?” he asked, washing the plate.
“Coming in here after I close to talk, eat, drink, and fuck Saturday. Only communicating through text? It’s like you’re ashamed of being seen publicly with me.”
”I’m not. I’m being surveillance by some unknown person, thing, whatever and I don’t want them to find you.” as he place the plate in the rack.
“You think they possibly didn’t follow you all the way out here to see me?”
John sighed, placing the rag on the rag holder before looking at you.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt. Or you randomly disappear and I’m losing it.” he said, grabbing your chin to look at him.
“Well you’re losing me. feel like I’m giving my all and you’re just taking it for granted.“ you replied, removing his hand.
“So maybe you need to get with someone who matches that.” you added, holding back tears. “Go home, John.”
Just as you were about to leave, he carefully pulls you back, placing you on the counter to block you in.
“I didn’t waste so many years praying for you to come back into my life just to let you walk out again. You know that.” he said in a serious tone.
You looked down, feeling his eyes watching you.
“You making suggestions to find someone else is actually the worst thing to suggest to me. I don’t want that. I want you.”
Wrapping his hands around yours, he gently squeezes it, connecting his head to yours.
“I want this to work. I do or else, I’m not gonna find love in a different woman that’s not you. I’ll come see you more on my own. I’ll take you places you wanna go to. I’ll…I’ll stop drinking.” he admitted, feeling you shake your head.
“I don’t want you to stop drinking. I just want you to love me publicly and privately. And listen to me when I’m worried about you doing something that might harm you in the end.” you said, looking at him.
Wrapping your hand under his chin, you examine his worn out face, tracing over his lips as he watches with a growing passion.
“You need a break. You’ve been going at this job too hard that you’re starting to lose yourself.” you said quietly, watching him nod his head as he removes you hand, holding it in his.
Wrapping his other hand around your neck, he pulls you in for a steamy kiss, your lips connecting instantly.
You guys keep making out for a few minutes, feeling his hands roam all over your body and squeezing you, you letting out some whimpers.
“I’ll change. I’ll get better for you, baby.” he said quickly, resuming the kiss.
You moaned in agreement, slightly biting his lip.
Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, he lifts you up, carrying you to a room that is next to your office, kicking the door closed with his foot.
Sounds of moaning and the bed creaking fills the bedroom, where the moonlight shined on the sticky, sweaty bodies through the blinds.
On the edge of the bed sat John, eyes focused on you as you grind and bounce on him, his member sliding in and out of your heat.
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking big.” you whined, bucking harder against him.
His heavy grunting sounds like heaven as he sucks on both of your breasts, move your body up and down. The coolness of his dogtag and your initials pendant rubbed against the softness of your stomach, leaving some outline marks.
He had you all over the room, from the walls to the door, in positions you didn’t no you can get into until you started dating him.
You quicken the pace, hearing the wet sound of your heat
“Your pussy keeps clinching around me. You miss me in there that much?” he asked in a teasing way.
“Yes.” you said, biting your lip.
A quick smack to the ass surprises you, feeling his arms wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him. Then, he started drilling into you, not holding back.
“Shit!” you yelled, enjoying his quick flip to control.
You moaned loudly, feeling his tip poke your sweet spot a few times. Your stomach begins to tighten a bit, signaling another release is approaching.
“John, you’re gonna make me cum again!” you said, trying to make him slow down by pushing off of him.
He didn’t like that, quickly restraining your arms before continuing to stroke you, his hips thrusting your body.
“Don’t fight it then. Let it out.” he said, sucking on your neck.
You obeyed, giving up fighting against it as your hips rode a few more times on him before finally, your release washes all over, essence dripping down his shaft and thighs.
But John didn’t care, continuing his brutal attack on your pussy until he pulled out, stroking his member a few times before hot spurts of cum shot out, landing on your stomach and thighs as he cursed through his orgasm.
He held you for a few more minutes, both of catching your breaths before laying you down, getting up and heading to the bathroom.
Your body was still riding out the high from your orgasm, your pussy clenching around air a few times as your chest heaved.
Footsteps are heard as you look up. Returning with a wet rag in one hand, he cleans you off gently, hearing you quietly groan as he wiped between your legs.
“Too rough?” he asked, looking at you.
You shook your head, calmly rubbing his thigh as he continued cleaning, getting any spot he missed before leaning down and kissing you.
“Here.” he said, pulling a small ribbon box from behind him, watching your eyes raise up.
“What is that?” you asked, sitting up a bit.
“Open it.” he said, watching you take the box from his hand.
You looked between him and the box before untying the ribbon, watching it fall, Opening the box, it reveals a small diamond band ring and matching dangling earrings sparkled under the light, causing your eyes to widen.
“You got me the matching set I was looking at.” you said, examining the products.
“Mmhm.” as he leaned in closer. “Perfect gift as a promise ring and earrings.”
“Promise ring?” as you looked at him, noticing his eyes were filled with love.
“Yes. I’m serious about us. And I want you to be too.” he said, taking the box out of your hand and putting it in front of him, as if he’s proposing.
“With this ring and earrings, I see it as the next step in our relationship that will lead us to a future where we are married with kids. I don’t expect it to be an easy path to that, but I’m being serious when I say I am taking us seriously, baby.” he said, squeezing your hand.
A tear falls down your face, being moved by his commitment to making things better for you two.
“I promise to hear your needs, problems, and solutions, looking for a way to satisfy them. I promise to change what you think I need to change. I promise to love and cherish you every day, even if I don’t see you. Do you take this ring?” he asked, a small smile appearing on his face.
You thought about it for a few seconds, watching him patiently wait for your decision.
Taking out the ring, you slid it on your finger, which fits perfectly before looking at John again.
“I accept.” you said, holding your hand up so he can see the ring, a smile on your face.
John smile happily, crashing his lips onto yours as you two made out for the rest of the night, celebrating a new chapter in your relationship.
"Right here, baby, in my eyes. Can you keep them open for me?"
Those eyes, damn, those fucking eyes. It was like you were completely lost, drowning in the deep, swirling mix of emerald and amber, colors that seemed to shift depending on his mood. You'd seen them change so many times—whether it was lust, when they darkened with anger, when his brows would furrow and his jaw clenched tight, barely containing what he was feeling inside; or even sadness, when they softened, filled with a heaviness he tried so hard to hide. Many emotions flickered through them, making it impossible to look away like he was holding back something that he was waiting to unleash.
"Don't hide from me, princess. I need you to keep them on me.."
His plump, plink lips glistened, freshly moistened by his tongue, which was still soaked with your juices. The way he licked them slowly, savoring every drop, made you feel like he could devour you entirely. That taste seemed to make him feral, he wanted to claim every inch of you.
"You look so beautiful when you're taking me like this.."
But it wasn’t just the taste of your essence that had you hooked. It was the sound of his voice, that smooth London accent, rolling effortlessly off his tongue when he spoke to you in the sweetest, most tender way. It almost felt like what you were really tasting was the sweetness of his words, more than your own juices. His words touched you in ways that had you craving more, not just of his body, but of the way he made you feel when he spoke.
"My sweet girl, so perfect for me.."
You could still taste yourself on his tongue, that sweet, lingering flavor covering you with the warmth of his breath as it brushed against your lips from the kiss he’d left you with just moments ago. His lips felt just as good as they looked—soft and pillowy. Your fingers found their way to his ears, lightly massaging them as you playfully sucked on his bottom lip, feeling the soft tug of his skin against your own. He responded by pulling at your top lip with just as much passion, his breath hitching before he pulled away slightly, catching your lips in another tender kiss that made your heart skip a beat.
"Mmm, so soft..so beautiful.."
When he finally pulled away, those pretty orbs scanned your face as if memorizing every detail, while his flushed lips parted slightly as if he was still savoring the taste of you. The small tugs you made on his ears made the corner of his lips turn up in a soft smile, something that made you blush. He leaned in again, the heat of his body pulling you closer, and you could see how much he loved this—how much he loved you.
"You feel so damn good, wrapping around me like the good girl you are. Taking me deeper, and deeper, and..fuck...deeper."
Your knees were wrapped snugly around his waist, pulling him closer as you felt his dick twitch inside you. His strong hands gripped your wrists, pinning them beside your head and holding you firmly in place. You could feel the weight of his body against yours, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, leaving you damn near breathless. The way your pussy gripped his dick made you feel completely at his mercy, every inch of him filling you as his hips twisted and rolled painfully slow. The thrusts were deep, drilling into you with as if he were mining for gold. Every time he hit that sweet spot, your breath got caught, his name just barely escaping your lips.
The way he had you pinned, the way he took control, your belly mimicked that same feeling you experienced when a rollercoaster made that big drop.
"I want you to focus on how it feels when I'm deep inside you. Uhn uhn, look at me—don’t look away. Let me see..."
His forehead pressed against yours, sweat dripping down from his brow as his body worked tirelessly to keep you lost in a blissful state of euphoria. His pretty caramel-colored skin glistened, catching the light in a way that made him look even more flawless than usual. Every bead of sweat traced down his features and the contours of his muscles. He was concentrated and confident, giving you every bit of his attention.
"Mhm, just like that. Makin' me fucking weak when you look at me with those pretty brown eyes.."
With his fresh haircut and sharp line-up, he looked as yummy as ever, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the air and made you want to swallow him whole. Honestly, having someone as fine as him fucking you felt like a dream, a wild fantasy brought to life.
Your chest was caving in with every deep breath, and you couldn’t help but wonder what this man was doing to you. It felt like your body was buzzing and you were doing your best to keep your eyes on his. The whines that escaped your lips were almost being sucked in by him, his own lips hovering close to yours, ready to catch every sound you made.
"Mmm, keep those whimpers coming. You're taking me in so good, so wet..just for me.."
You were sucking in his grunts just as eagerly as he was drinking in your noises. As deep as he was driving into you, your gushy walls were making his knees weak, stirring up nervous flutters in his belly. He masked it well, though, keeping that confident facade as he focused on you, completely lost in you. But you could see it in his eyes—the way he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
"There it is..I can feel you tightening around me. Talk to me darling, is it right here?"
Your pussy was getting wetter by the second, causing your grip on his hands to tighten. You were pinned against him with nowhere to escape. His hips were perfectly angled, grazing your G-spot with each thrust, making the hairs stand on your skin and your face twist with pleasure.
"Tell me that’s your spot; I need to hear you say it. Tell Daddy how deep he is.."
You didn’t have to say a word; the sounds your pussy made filled the air and spoke for you. The sounds that told him everything he needed to know. The way your fingers clutched his hands, the way your slick walls wrapped around him, all communicated the delicious torture he was putting you through.
As you struggled to speak, he was watching you closely, taking in every tiny change in your expression. He was digging into you like a shovel, watching your lips part in desperate gasps, trying to let out your whimpers. But now, those sounds were fading, as he fucked the voice out of you. He knew he had you completely under his spell.
"Breathe through it, love. You can take it,"
His eyes looked down, watching your walls pull around him, holding onto him tighter. He pulled out slowly, teasing you just enough before thrusting right back in,
"You can take every single inch of me,"
You could feel him deep inside, filling you completely, not one inch of you unfulfilled. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the way his body moved against yours.
“That's right, let it happen, princess. I'm right here, give it to me..”
He was so calm, his voice so steady as he stroked your index finger with his thumb while your hands were still in his grasp. He was coaxing you to surrender to him, completely let go and be vulnerable in his hold.
"Shit, that's my girl. Just give in to me baby, don't hold back. I want to feel every fucking drop.."
As you felt the orgasm creeping up, your body shuddered to every angle, every hit of your spot, he knew exactly what you needed.
“Look at that, ” he murmured, his eyes marveling and locked onto where your juices splashed onto his dick and thighs, glistening in the soft light. You were soaking him, drenching the sheets beneath you, and gasping for air like you were surfacing from deep water. You both shook and writhed beneath him, and he watched you with a look in his eyes that made your pussy grab at him again. A satisfied smile crept onto his face, full of not only pride but also arousal, as he saw you unraveling completely under him.
“See? You can take it all,” he said with a playful smirk, his lips still ghosting over yours as you attempted to catch your breath. You rolled your eyes and smiled lazily at his comment.
"And because I know you can take it all..I'm going to need one more from you, okay?"
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I would like to believe I proofread this a billion times, so hopefully there are little to no mistakes. Hope y’all enjoyed!!!
pairing: professor!terry x black reader
warnings: nsfw, explicit smut (18+), d/s dynamics, cockwarming, teasing, choking, use of names (sir), impact play (implied), slight degradation kink and aftercare (light)
synopsis: she thought she could break his focus with "subtle" actions. she was wrong. terry richmond doesn't break; he simply re-structures the environment to suit his needs. what follows is a slow-burn descent from playful flirting to a rhythmic, punishing lesson in what it means to be truly silent and still.
word count: 1.3k
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The stack of papers sat between them like a quiet accusation.
He had arranged them neatly, squared to the edge of the desk, a pen aligned with military precision beside them. Glasses low on his nose. Sleeves rolled just enough to expose his forearms — veins visible when his hand moved, deliberate, unhurried.
She leaned against the doorframe, watching him work.
“Do you ever get bored of this?” she asked lightly, nodding toward the mountain of assignments. “Or do you secretly enjoy being this… diligent?”
His pen paused mid-sentence.
He didn’t look up.
“You’re distracting me,” he said flatly, as if stating a fact rather than a complaint.
She smiled.
“That’s not an answer.”
A faint exhale left him — restrained, almost indulgent. He finally glanced at her over the rim of his glasses, expression unreadable.
“These need marking,” he said. “They won’t do themselves.”
“And you won’t even look at me while you say that?” she teased, stepping closer. “Harsh.”
He returned to his work.
That was when she knew he was doing it on purpose.
The minutes stretched. The room filled with the soft sounds of paper turning, pen scratching, the quiet tick of the clock. She circled him slowly, perching on the edge of the desk, crossing and uncrossing her legs just enough to test him.
Nothing.
She sighed theatrically. “You know, most people would be flattered by the attention.”
“I am,” he replied calmly. “I’m simply not rewarding it.”
That earned a pause.
She tilted her head. “Oh?”
His pen clicked once, decisive.
“Strip,” he said.
The word landed heavy in the air — not raised, not rushed. A command, clean and final.
She stilled.
His eyes lifted fully this time, dark, focused, unblinking.
“Sit,” he continued, nodding to the space directly in front of him. “Still. Silent.”
Her breath caught — not from fear, but from the sudden understanding that this wasn’t flirtation anymore.
It was structure.
She obeyed.
And as he returned his attention to the papers, pen moving once more, she realised with a shiver that this wasn’t about what he wanted from her.
It was about what he was willing to deny.
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She moved, her body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and indignation. She lowered herself onto his lap, straddling his thighs, settling the slick heat of her core onto the solid, unyielding length of him. His trousers were a rough barrier against her skin, only his member granted access, a partial satiation designed to torment.
Pleasure without purpose is punishment.
She complied briefly, her mind racing with a hubris that was quickly fading. She was certain her presence, the heat, the friction, would be enough to break his resolve. He would forego his duties, toss the papers aside, and focus on the act.
But he remained indifferent, unassuaged. His hand moved across the page, marking a student’s work with the same detached focus he had before. He wasn't even looking at her.
She was the first to break.
It started with a miniscule rock of her hips, almost imperceptible, a nervous twitch more than a deliberate movement. Terry knew her all too well. A slight lift, then a shortened breath earned her a scornful look, a slow, deliberate glance over the rim of his glasses that felt like a physical slap.
“Still.”
The single word was a lash. She defeatedly withdrew and ceased, freezing in place. The humiliation was exquisite. She was so still, she almost felt bored enough to start reading the papers with him, wanting to know which student’s work could possibly have him so captivated. Little did she know that he wasn't even concentrating; this was all an act, a game, and a lesson in one.
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Absentmindedly, the heat and the pressure becoming too much to bear, she recommenced her ministrations, a slow, grinding circle that was purely instinctual. She only realised what she’d done until a firm hand with a burning grip joined her waist, halting her movement instantly.
He pushed her down, a grinding stop that forced the friction to an almost unbearable peak. It was the first true sensation she’d felt all night, and a desperate, ragged moan bubbled in her throat.
Terry finally lowered his glasses, his dark eyes fixed on hers. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through her core.
“Silent.”
The final command was a promise of pain. She swallowed the sound, but the whimper escaped anyway.
“There’s nothing silent about whining. Do I have to remind you, what that means?”
She almost jumped off him with excitement at the prospect of finally getting what she wanted, but Terry, ever the tease and control master, didn't even budge. He simply held her in that agonising, friction-filled position, his eyes demanding compliance.
Her patience, already worn thin, snapped. She twisted her hips, a sharp, outward act of disobedience, trying to force a reaction, a movement, anything to break the stalemate. She wanted him to reprimand her, to punish her, to give her exactly the thing she had been wanting all along.
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As the last vestiges of control burned away, his eyes darkened — revealing the man beneath. He didn't move the papers, but with a powerful shift of his weight, he used his legs to push the armchair back several feet, creating a necessary, deliberate space. He was still seated, still the master of the scene, but now he was ready to work.
His hand remained at her waist, but another met her throat. Not threatening, but a clear, possessive claim.
“Four simple instructions,” he growled, his voice low and thick.
He thrust upward, a sudden, deep stroke that stole the air from her lungs. Her back arched, a desperate gasp escaping her lips.
“Were they too hard?” Thrust.
The friction was immediate, the depth agonisingly perfect. She was fully impaled, stretched, and filled, yet she was the one on top, the one seemingly in control. It was a beautiful, terrible irony.
“Answer me.” Thrust.
He was doing all the work, his hips driving up with a rhythmic, punishing force that made her teeth clench. The rough material of his trousers rubbed against her inner thighs, a constant, abrasive reminder of his partial clothing and her complete bareness.
“I asked you a question...” Thrust.
Her vision swam, the pleasure too sharp, too sudden to form a coherent thought. She could only shake her head, the movement slight against the pressure of his hand.
“No,” she managed to choke out, the words barely a whisper.
“No, what?” Thrust.
“No, Sir.” Perfectly shaped tears graced the corners of her eyes by now.
“No, Sir, what?” Thrust.
The question was punctuated by a stroke so deep it hit the back of her womb, sending a jolt of pure white heat through her core. She was a puppet on his strings, her body responding to his every command, his every movement.
“No, Sir, I didn’t think you would notice,” she gasped, the confession ripped from her.
He released her throat, only to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he set a relentless, driving pace. The chair creaked under the strain, the sound a counterpoint to the sinful rhythm of their bodies. He was punishing her, yes, but the punishment was exactly the pleasure she craved.
She came apart on him, a shattering, violent release that left her weak and trembling. Her head fell back, her body convulsing around him, pulling a low, guttural groan from his chest — the first sound of genuine loss of control he had made all night.
When it was over, he didn't move. He simply held her, letting the aftershocks subside. He listened as her breathing settled and her body stilled and soothed. Then, with a quiet efficiency that was almost clinical, he adjusted his trousers, re-buckled his belt, and gently lifted her off his lap.
She collapsed onto the couch beside the desk, sprawled and spent, her skin slick with sweat, her mind blissfully empty.
Terry, however, returned to his chair. He picked up his pen, adjusted his glasses, and pulled the stack of papers back into alignment. The only evidence of the storm that had just passed was the slight tremor in his hand and her laying naked and broken beside him.
He cleared his throat, the sound a quiet, final punctuation mark.
“Now,” he murmured, his voice back to its familiar, professorial cadence. “Where were we?”
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a/n: something short and sweet to end the year with, and what better way than with terry! thank you to everyone who’s shown me love with the fics this year. i appreciate every single one of you. as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated as well as feedback 🫶🏾🫶🏾
Summary: So apparently... she's a squirter. Who knew.
Pairing: Aaron Pierre x reader
Warnings: HEAVY SMUT, porn without plot basically. Squirting, overstimulation, get into it. read at your own risk.
hell yeaaaaaah who's ready to get fucked up on a sunday?
from the drafts
MINORS DNI
It started with a promise.
“I want to see you fall apart,” he whispered, voice low and rough against her ear. “No holding back tonight. You hear me?”
She giggled, tried to be coy, lips brushing his jaw. “That so?”
He pulled back to look her in the eye. Steady. Dark. Unshakable.
“You trust me, baby?”
She nodded, already breathless. “Always.”
That was all he needed.
He laid her back like he was offering her to the heavens. His hands were firm but tender, calloused fingers trailing the edges of her skin as if to memorize the curves by touch alone. He kissed her slowly, deeply, with a hunger that simmered beneath control. Her breath hitched every time his lips dragged across new skin—her collarbone, her sternum, the rise of her ribs, the softness of her belly.
But when he knelt between her thighs, everything changed.
The reverence vanished. Replaced by something feral.
His tongue met her with purpose. He licked a slow line up her center, groaning as he tasted her. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and he smiled against her like he’d won something. At first, he was gentle. Teasing. Letting her feel every flick, every swirl. She gasped, fists curling in the sheets.
Then came his fingers. He slid two inside her without warning. Thick. Deep. Intentional.
She cried out. Her back arched.
His pace was slow, agonizing. And then he curled them. Right there. Against that spot that made her toes curl.
Her eyes flew open. “Aaron—”
He glanced up at her, voice calm. “Shh. Just feel it.” Then his mouth sealed around her clit. Wet. Hot. Devastating.
She jerked. Tried to shift away. Her thighs trembled.
He didn’t let her move an inch. One arm locked around her thigh, anchoring her to the mattress. The other kept working her from the inside, dragging against her sweetest spot over and over until her legs started to quake.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured into her, words vibrating against her. “That mean you’re close, sweetheart?”
She nodded, frantically, too far gone to speak.
“Use your words.”
“Yes. I—I’m close. Please.”
He moaned low, tongue flicking faster. Fingers curling harder. He could feel her start to clench. Her thighs squeezing. Her belly twitching. “Good.”
Then he sped up.
No mercy. No pauses. No room to breathe.
She sobbed his name. “I can’t. Aaron—I feel it in my stomach. Oh my god—I feel it so deep—”
“That’s what I want,” he said, voice gravel now. “Let it out. Don’t fight it.”
She tried. She really did. But her body was already unraveling. Her muscles locked. Her thighs tensed. Her vision blurred.
“Let it go, baby.”
She screamed. Her body jerked. Legs kicked. Her core clenched so tight it felt like something snapped inside her — and then it just.. gushed out of her.
Hard.
It rushed out in waves, soaking his mouth, her thighs, the sheets. Her breath stuttered. Her cries cracked.
And Aaron didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving, his tongue insistent. Her body convulsed again, another gush pouring out of her with a ragged moan.
She reached for his head, tried to push him away.
He grabbed her wrists. “No, baby. You can take it. You’re doing so good.” He pinned her hands to the bed, stared up at her with wild eyes and a soaked chin.
“You’re gonna give me everything. All of it.”
Another gush. Another scream.
She broke. Shaking. Crying. Her voice barely a whisper. “Aaron—Aaron, please—”
Only then did he slow. Gently removed his fingers. Pressed soft kisses to the inside of her thighs while she trembled beneath him.
His face was drenched. Beard dripping.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned in to kiss her belly. Her hip. Her thigh again.
Then he crawled up her body, cupped her cheek, and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “You’re incredible,” he whispered. “You don’t even know what you just did.”
Her eyes were glassy. Lips parted. She couldn’t speak.
Double Trouble (Aaron Pierre x Black Reader x MBJ)
Warnings! NSFW, HEAVY BDSM, HEAVY Daddy kink, threesome (MFM), Everything is consensual! Degredation kink, Praise kink, Bratty reader, Dom! Aaron, Dom!MBJ
A/N: went hella overboard with this one! The plot is pure filth.
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“Baby?”
Your soft calls were barely loud enough to be heard over your boyfriend’s latest afrobeats obsession, which blasted through your shared home’s sound system. You lazily kicked off your red bottoms, a guttural sigh of relief escaping you as your exhausted feet relaxed out of the painful position it required to sport such beautiful but impractical shoes all day.
On your way to hunt down the love of your life, you stopped by your study, not even bothering to turn on the light as you discarded your Chloe work tote in your chair and closed the door behind you.
After closing the biggest case of your career, you would not need to see the interior of either of your offices for a week and that almost brought tears of joy to your eyes. You and Aaron did not even have the energy to plan a trip. Having just wrapped a project two weeks prior, you both were overjoyed to spend a week at home wrapped up in each other.
You rolled your shoulders. Prayerfully, your boyfriend would take pity on you and give you a massage to ease the knots that took up residence in your back. You lazily made your way to the kitchen, knowing where you’d find the man you loved - but currently did not like.
His back was to the arched entryway as you snuck in behind him, stealing a grape from his masterful charcuterie board that sat nearby.
Despite your righteous annoyance at him, you never missed an opportunity to simply admire Aaron in his element. Like most actors, he suffered from the curse of always having to be “on.” But in the sanctuary of your home, he could just be Aaron, your gentle, loving, goofy, carefree boyfriend.
And it certainly helped that he looked positively delicious today, setting a stupid table for a stupid dinner you didn’t want to host. He did every day but something was about him today in particular just made you want to sink to your knees and worship him with your tongue. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction today. You were pissed off.
And that lust simply soured into red hot annoyance at the surprise guest your too-kind boyfriend invited to dinner. And while you never usually complained about company, after months of endless days and sleepless and sexless nights, your vision of a relaxing evening was not entertaining a third wheel.
It was a tall glass of wine, an amazing meal. And… then having your daddy twist you into a literal human pretzel and fuck the stress out of your body.
But he hated you, clearly.
A sentiment you articulated (along with others) in a snarky text hours earlier. But Aaron, forever unbothered by your theatrics, merely responded that you should trust your daddy because…
Daddy knows best.
And despite the strong independent lawyer inside you who demanded control and to be right (and she usually was), you knew he was right about this one thing. Aaron could always see exactly what you needed.
And despite your attitude earlier, you still spied his traditional gift for you after winning a big case neatly displayed on the white marble counter: your favorite cake from a bakery nearby and a bouquet of tulips. The varying vibrant shades of pink made something in your soul smile. He knew you too well.
Your silent studying did not go unnoticed for long, Aaron turning around not even startled to find you there. His expressive eyes lit up at the sight of your half grin, which you tried to suppress because you were supposed to be angry at him, and the hand on your hip as you leaned into the counter.
He was in front of you before you could blink, his strong arm wrapping around your waist to pull you into his embrace. His muscles were threatening to destroy the fabric of his crisp button down, many of his clothes ill equipped to handle the additional muscles he gained for his latest project.
“Hey princess.”
Forever a brat and annoyed at the implosion of your plans for the night, you jerked your head to the side as he kissed you, forcing his lips to catch your cheek instead.
Aaron merely let out a low chuckle, knowing that your bark was far worse than your bite.
When it came to Aaron, you were about as strong as a lawn chair. You’d fold without resistance. Every. Single. Time. You always thought you were God’s strongest soldier… until you met Aaron. Kryptonite indeed.
“Still mad at me?”
“Yes,” you folded your arms as best you could against your chest, scoffing. “Between you playin’ the british assassin all around LA and me trying to negotiate with that asshole partner, we’ve had zero time together and no time to relax. And our first real free night in months without briefs and lines to run, you wanna play captain save a nigga with your friend? And then you spring it on me on some last minute shit. Those lips aren’t gonna get you outta this one, A.”
“I know, I know, Y/N. And I’m sorry for messing up your plans for the night. I know how excited you are to finally have a break. But I’m trying to surprise you so please just trust me. If I know you like I think I do, you’re gonna like it.”
“Well I think we’re about to make history then.”
“What do you mean?”
“The first time you get a surprise wrong. Honestly it’s probably a good thing? You’ve always been a bit too perfect to be real,” you added, causing him to grin. “But the only thing I would like right now is for you to fuck me into oblivion. So unless this dinner guest can help with that, I doubt I’ll like it. But what’s done is done. Now let me go so I can get ready.”
A stare down. Another moment where you’d inevitably crumbled. Because only Jesus himself was strong enough to stare in those eyes and not give this man everything you had.
However, to your surprise, he looked away from you first, nodding and letting his arm fall so you could head upstairs.
You started to walk out of the kitchen, prepared to sulk the last of your frustrations away before putting on the smile of a gracious host when you heard him call after you.
“What if they can?”
“What if they can what?” you glanced behind you.
“Help me fuck you into oblivion.”
You lurched forward, his words stopping you dead in your tracks.
No… he couldn’t mean… The tiniest thrill of excitement jolted across your brain like a shooting star. But you steadied yourself. He couldn’t possibly mean what you were thinking. So you played it off.
“Ha. ha. Ha. Very funny, A.”
“You hear me laughin’?”
You slowly turned around to find him behind you, his eyes brimmed with pure lust. But nothing in his face signaled he was joking about a single thing.
“Remember all those fantasies you told me about, princess?”
It would take lifetimes for you to forget. You had the most Earth-shattering orgasm of your life telling Aaron every filthy fantasy you had while he fucked you on your apartment balcony. You prayed they were long forgotten by breakfast the next morning, but he remembered every single one. And ever since, he made it his mission to help you fulfill them.
“Wait… you’re ser- you’re serious? You want to-”
It was most certainly a fantasy but the practicalities of it seemed unrealistic. You never seriously considered that Aaron would ever try to arrange it.
He merely smirked and pressed his lips to the top of your nose. His voice was low, hypnotic and mesmerizing.
“Got a few treats upstairs for you. Go get ready.”
“Wait… we aren’t gonna talk about this?? You aren't gonna give me details?”
“Nah. You’re gonna be a good girl for me tonight right, baby? I’d hate to punish you in front of company, princess.”
But EYE wouldn't hate that. A voice echoed in your brain, the thought of a spanking making you want to disobey just for the hell of it.
“Of course you’d like the sound of that,” he teased you before his eyes softened a bit. You could tell he saw it. That kernel of hesitation at the whole affair, that side of you that had to be in the driver’s seat wanting to talk and litigate every risk before you leaned into the pleasure of it.
“Hey, Y/N… baby. This is just going to be a fun night. And the moment it’s no longer fun for you, we stop. Just like that. Just say the word. If you aren’t feelin' it and him, we end it and it's still just a fun night with a friend. Understand?”
You nodded before correcting yourself so he didn’t have to. “Yes, I understand. Your surprise might’ve won out again… maybe you really are perfect.”
He shrugged. “That’s what I’ve been tryin' to tell you. Just gotta trust me. Now go get ready. Only wear what I laid out for you.”
Every step to your master suite pumped up your adrenaline. And made you fall deeper in love with your boyfriend. And his ability to fulfill your needs and desires and center your pleasure. He knew your limits, your boundaries, your needs and never wavered.
A black cocktail dress waited for you with strappy gold heels. Along with your gold choker, with “good girl” engraved on its gold charm and your gold bullet.
Your skin felt electrified, a buzz radiating from every cell as you readied yourself. You weren’t surprised at the slick already pooling at the crest of your thick thighs when you slid your thong to the side and eased the bullet into you. You hissed at the cool silicone against your heat but you persisted. It was uncomfortable for a moment but as you continued dressing, you long forgot its presence. You knew its companion, a small gold remote, was with your master. Exactly where it should be.
You examined yourself in the mirror, hands running over your soft curves as you studied yourself. You had to admit that Aaron picked well. The dress accentuated his favorite parts of your body, hugging your hourglass shape so your ass and thighs were on display. The cutouts and mirroring each side of your ribs and plunging neckline would give him easy access to your boobs, which were begging to be freed from the confines of the tight bodice.
“You look fuckin’ gorgeous baby.”
“Thank you. You picked well.”
“Final touch?” he picked up your choker, which waited for him on the bed. He always had the privilege of putting it on you. Because it signified the official start of your game. When the choker was on, your pleasure, your body was his to command, his to give and his to take away. Sweet surrender of control to the person you trusted most in this world.
He towered over you as he stood behind you and placed the piece on your neck.
“We’re gonna have dinner, dessert and then if you’re comfortable with continuing the night, just ask him to stay for a drink. Otherwise, the night will end. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl.” His hands traced the hourglass shape of your curves, his hands stilling only once along the near-indistinguishable lines of your thong. However, as he opened his mouth to speak, the shrill chime of their doorbell interrupted him. He sighed, turning you around in his arms. “Later. Ready to have some fun?”
“Yes daddy.”
Even in heels you had to stretch yourself to reach his lips. He took your hand, leading you down the stairs, some of your nerves being replaced by sudden intrigue.
“You really aren’t gonna tell me who it is??”
“What would be the fun in that?” With a wink back at her, he jogged the remaining steps and crossed the foyer with the quickness of an athlete and swung their door open.
“Hey man! Thanks for coming by. Glad we could do this.”
“Definitely, definitely. Thanks for the invite, man.”
And that was the second time today you found yourself stopped dead in your tracks. The Michael B. Jordan stepped into your foyer, his charisma and star-powered charm oozing out of his pores as if he naturally produced it.
Fuck me. He invited your celebrity crush, the main character of far more wet dreams than you’d ever admit out loud. And while Aaron was it for you, if you could ever take advantage of the “celebrity hall pass” concept, Michael Bae Jordan would be at the top of your list.
Well, that’s what he’s here to do. Daddy does indeed know best.
At first, you had a feeling you’d be taking Aaron’s out. But now? Hell would have to freeze over before you gave up the opportunity of your dreams. Part of you cursed yourself for not guessing it was him to begin with. Aaron had been in a total bromance with the man since they wrapped filming. But now you had more questions. How did this even come up? How do you organize a threesome? Is this just a normal thing to talk about?
Who the fuck cares? You’re about to have the night of your life.
You pushed them to the back of your mind, filing them away for tomorrow.
“And I don’t think you met my girl yet officially, but this is Y/N." The introduction forced your legs to start to move again, down the stairs and toward him.
“Geesh… they didn’t make lawyers like this when I was comin’ up. Michael,” he introduced himself. He held out his arms for a hug. “Aaron’s told me so much about you.”
“Good thin-,” You started to toss your boyfriend a teasing grin as you closed the last couple of feet to return Michael’s hug. However, just as you were in arm’s length, the forgotten vibrator nestled inside you came alive. You let out an involuntary cross between a sigh and a moan that couldn’t be hidden.
Could the ground open and just swallow me?
Michael’s eyes glistened with amusement, letting you know he was not ignorant to your reality.
“You good, baby girl?” he asked, with a knowing grin as you tried to avoid squirming in his embrace.
“Y-Yea, yea. Just h-had a chill. I was just gonna say that I hope he’s t-telling you good things,” you stammered, the jolts of pleasure siphoning off fractions of your vocal ability.
“Only good things, I promise. Just that you were the sexiest and best lawyer he’d ever seen. He was right about the first part, I’m sure he’s right about the second too.”
“Hardly the best.” Your tone and smile were the picture of humility at his praise. You liked the sound of it on his lips, you also didn’t hate the way “baby girl" sounded when he said it too.
“Y/N is being hella modest. She’s about to be the youngest junior partner in her firm’s history. And the first black woman.”
“Aye! That’s what’s up! So we’re celebrating tonight?”
You grinned. “Don’t wanna get ahead of ourselves… just office gossip you know. We’ll see in a week.”
Fuck, he was sexier than you imagined. Somehow tvs and movies simply didn’t do him justice. Like Aaron, he was at his peak physical weight, his muscles thick and lethal. They both stood in front of you looking like Gods, cut from the most perfect stone.
“I-it’s just so great to meet you. You’re one of my favorite actors.”
Michael drank you in like you were the finest glass of scotch, savoring every inch of skin exposed, every curve on prominent display. You felt hot underneath his stare, as if he had xray vision to see the promised lands this dress covered. You almost wilted like a flower under his intensity.
We aren’t gonna make it through dinner, you thought to yourself. Or I can just be dinner.
It was not your worst thought by far. The vision was quite enticing. Aaron ordering you to strip for them before displaying you on the table so they could feast on you. Your eyes darkened with clouds of lust. You cleared your throat, taking a deep breath, noting the amused glance that passed between the two men. Were all your thoughts broadcasting to them?
“We… should go into the dining room. Dinner’s basically ready,” you offered as the lamiest attempt to escape the spotlight of them. You held your hand out for his coat, giving both men a perfect view of your ass as you turned to hang it in the closet.
You didn’t attempt to hide the grin at the quiet but distinguishable wolf whistle from Michael. It felt good to know he liked what he saw.
And the feeling was most certainly mutual. Michael and Aaron kept you laughing all through dinner as they enthralled you with stories from set. He was engaging and funny and you loved the genuine brotherhood between him and your boyfriend. There was nothing but raw sexual chemistry between you but that was all you needed. Mutual attraction.
The only disappointing aspect of dinner was the utter silence between your legs. Once he turned it off at the start of dinner, Aaron didn’t touch that remote again, much to your chagrin. Two hours and several glasses of wine at the dinner table with two men gently caressing your arms and exposed thighs was a recipe for disaster. And you knew he could tell, see how worked up they had made you, how desperately you wanted more attention.
By dessert, you stopped retaining their words. They were utter nonsense to you because there were far more important things to consider. Like Michael’s dominating muscles and large hands, wondering how strong his grip will be when he fucks you from behind. Punishingly so, you prayed.
You swung between wanting to savor the compliments and worship of two men with needing to be filled, a need that almost had you begging them to fuck you right amongst the dinner plates. But you knew Aaron. The night was young and he liked to play with his prize.
By everyone’s fifth glass of wine, the conversation started to wind down, Michael getting up to head home.
“Thanks so much for this, man. Appreciate the invite. Good to catch up n shit.”
“Oh you have to leave so soon?” There was a hint of sadness in your voice, coupled with the pleas of your signature puppy eyes.
“I probably should… Gettin’ late, can’t take up your whole night.”
You assessed the moment briefly, confirming with every cell in your body and functioning brain cell in your head that you needed this more than the oxygen in the room.
So instead of wishing this walking wet dream a good night, you said, “You should stay for one more drink. We got this amazing bottle when we went to the South of France for our anniversary. Baby, we should open it and sit outside? It’s so nice out. We’re down to keep the good times going if you are.”
“You sure?”
“I insist! Besides, between the three of us, I think we can find some ways to entertain ourselves." The implication in your words couldn't be clearer. You were in and you were ready.
“I’ll grab that bottle from the cellar. Take Michael outside and make him comfortable, princess. Show him a good time while I’m gone.”
And with that, he turned your vibrator back on. He chose the second setting, which was just distracting enough to make the simple tasks of walking, talking and speaking exponentially harder for you.
“Yes sir.”
You forced your feet toward the giant sliding glass doors that led to your expansive backyard. You glanced behind you to find Michael jogging up behind you as he slid something into his pocket.
You tried to distract yourself from the pulses against your g-spot, the growing tension in your belly as pleasure started to build ever so slowly, by turning on the soft string lights hanging above your patio and the speakers to play music.
“Yall got a great view.”
“It was definitely the selling point of the house,” you smiled, awkwardly standing behind one of the chairs across from the couch.
His stance was wide, powerful and assured as he stared at you.
“You gonna sit with me?” When you didn’t move, he sighed. “He said you were obedient. But maybe you just need an incentive…”
Your knees almost gave out beneath you as he increased the setting to five.
“If you wanna feel better, I think you should sit, baby girl,” he offered, his voice low and comforting. “I don’t bite, promise.”
The menacing glint in his eyes let you know that he most certainly would bite if asked. And you would most certainly ask.
“S-sorry,” you awkwardly, quickly finding your way to the couch next to him. You started to sit when he beckoned you closer with a mere gesture of his finger. By the time he had you where he wanted you, you were sitting on his lap.
You leaned into his chest, your eyes falling closed as pleasure shot through you with every pulsing vibration. You bit the inside of your cheek to avoid moaning.
“You ok, Y/N? Seem a little flustered?” His fingers created flames all across your bare thigh as he subtly pushed up the fabric of your dress.
There was still something… tamed about how he touched you and caressed you. He came so close to the spots that demanded a firm strong hand, he held back every time. Like right now. Drawing featherlike patterns on your exposed side, toying with the edges of your thong but not shifting them to the side like you craved.
No, he simply savored the time teasing you, enjoying the soft moans his touch and the bullet caused.
“I’... I’m… fine, t-thank you,” you whispered back. “Just… o-overwhelmed.”
“You wanna cum, don’t you?” his husky voice demanded in your ear. At the sound, you couldn't suppress the moan of pleasure that escaped your lips. You rolled your hips, chasing more.
“Y-Yes…” you whimpered. “P-Please…”
“How’s my girl treating you, Michael?” Aaron’s voice interrupted their moment, his eyes piercing with desire as you writhed and rode another man's thigh. You looked perfect, unrestrained and free.
“Oh she’s perfect. You got a great girl here, A.”
“I know… she is. But she disobeyed me earlier so before she can cum, we have to punish her. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Y-yes sir.” You didn’t even know what you did wrong but you weren’t going to argue or push back on him. Because this was already like entering a promised land of bliss. To hear him speak so openly about your punishment to another man while he masturbated you on his lap? Aaron was right. This was the destressor you really required.
“Can you tell Michael and daddy what you did wrong, princess?”
You raked your brain, knowing that “I don’t know” would only increase your punishment. Not that you would have particularly minded. Frequent punishments were simply the norm for a proud and loud brat.
And then it hit you, such a small and silly infraction that Michael’s fingers were currently playing with.
“I… w-wore my panties w-when I wasn’t allowed,” you answered.
“That’s right. And we don’t cover up daddy’s prize, do we?”
“No… daddy.”
“You want to be a good girl for Michael and I… don’t you?”
His voice was hypnotic. Despite the pleasure disobeying him brought, you could not help but want to please him, to be his good girl again.
“Y-yes, daddy.”
“And good girls deserve what?”
“Punishment before pleasure.”
“That’s right, baby. So tonight, Michael’s gonna have the honor. How many spankings you think our slut deserves?”
“I’d say 25… 30?”
“30 feels fair. What do you think, princess?”
“Wh-whatever daddy wants,” you whimpered. That was the only acceptable response. Besides, you knew Aaron knew your limits and wouldn’t let Michael cross them.
“That's right, baby girl. She can be good when she wants to, just needs remindin’ of her place sometimes,” he mused. And with that, Michael turned off the bullet, a groan of pure frustration escaping your lips.
Punishment before pleasure, you reminded yourself. Why can’t my punishment be sucking their dicks or something??
Michael helped you up, your legs feeling slightly weak after they robbed you of your orgasm. They didn’t bother trying to carry you up the stairs, Michael merely directed you to your deep forest green sectional in the living room and leaned you over one of its arms. He slid off his belt and tied your hands behind your back, ensuring they were loose enough to avoid injury but tight enough not to escape without effort.
You were deliciously helpless.
“Fuck, that’s a gorgeous sight,” you could hear Michael mutter as the two men merely stared at you, boobs pressed out due to your hands being bound, your ass high in the air from being bent over. “Her ass is perfect, man.”
“It’ll look even better when you’re done. Don’t hold back. She loves that shit and she knows our safe word.”
You were glad he assured Michael that you would adore the sweet sting of his palm. You encouraged Aaron to put his entire weight into your spankings when you took on the role as his princess. Forever a gentle soul at his core, he did not like the idea of causing you real, significant pain, preferring to lean heavily into other aspects of dominating you.
It certainly made you fall more in love with him, witnessing his gentleness and concern for your well-being to such a degree. You supposed it was the greenest of flags that it took about 10 long discussions for him to feel comfortable. And even years later, he still checked in throughout to make sure you still enjoyed it. You weren’t a masochist by any means spankings in particular were more than enticing to you. It left you drenched and on the cusp on an orgasm without Aaron doing anything else.
Even more so right now with your ass presented to the two men like a hard-earned prize. You subconsciously stuck your ass out further in search of something. A touch, a slap… literally anything. Your body was reeling.
And you did not even care who was behind you to give you what you needed.
“She’s fuckin’ desperate for it.”
“Yea, she’ll be begging you for it in a minute. I mean I was gone for what? 5 minutes, princess? And I come back and you're humpin' his leg like a filthy whore? And you loved it didn't you? Wanted more? I bet you wanna beg him to tear that ass up right now, don't you?”
Daddy knows me too well. Because the word please was on the cusp of your lips, begging to tumble over like water on a cliff.
You moaned as two hands gripped the firm meat of your ass, kneading and caressing you before they found the helm of your dress. You knew exactly whose hands they were, confirming that Aaron was indeed giving Michael the pleasure of administering your punishment.
His fingers pushed your dress up the rest of the way to expose your ass cheeks, an unmistakable wet spot at the center of your thong.
“Don’t think she’ll be needing this anymore. Whatchu think?” Michael asked Aaron as his finger hooked the delicate fabric around her hips.
“Nahhh, definitely not.”
“FUCK!” You cried out as your thong was unceremoniously ripped clean from your body, the fabric leaving welts on your skin.
You felt his fingers graze your lips.
“All this for us, kitten?”
You merely whimpered an affirmative answer as he presented his fingers covered in your juices. He stuck them in your mouth, you sucking your cum clean off his fingers.
"Can't wait to make you cum all over my tongue, kitten. You taste so fuckin' good."
“P-Please…” You thought you’d implode if you continued to suppress your desperation. Your body felt as if you were betraying her. Why weren’t you trying hard enough, begging loud enough to earn the pleasure you were being deprived of.
“See?”
“You weren’t lyin’. Tell me what you want, kitten”
He’s gonna make me say it??
The words were caught in your throat, blocked by a mental barrier to admit such a depraved thought out loud.
“If you wanna cum at all tonight, I suggest you say that shit. Cause we got all night.”
The lethal warning in his tone forced your thighs together, an electric shock through your body. He was a natural. And the dominance in his voice was all it took to rip the weeds of hesitation right out of your soil.
“S-spank me… please,” Half words, half sobs filled the quiet air. This was untenable. Could you die from this? It felt like you might die from this. “I n-need it. P-Punish me… please.”
The first vicious sting of his hand did make a real sob of joy escape, the sound reverberating through the living room.
You buried your face in the couch cushion for the first few in a foolish attempt to quiet your mounting screams of pain wrapped in the sweet pleasure. His brute strength ensured you felt the ache of every hit. On par with Aaron when your punishments were severe. You were still feeling it days later.
Your head pulled back, his fist wrapped around your curls.
“Do that again and I add five. Understand?”
“Y-yes, yes. I’m sorry,” you moan, keeping your eyes forward and head up.
You felt familiar hands cradle your head, Michael releasing your strains to play with your slick folds in between each blow.
Aaron’s body came into view as he held your chin, forcing you to stare into his beautiful eyes. Clouded with lust, you still could see every ounce of his love and devotion.
“You ok, precious?” he whispered. “Got 10 more.”
“M-More.”
“You’re such a good slut for me, baby. I love you.” His eyes softened a bit. “You want a treat while Michael gives you your punishment? I wouldn’t usually but tonight is all about you, princess.”
You licked your lips, the sudden sparkle in your eyes answering his question without words. You were impatient at the pace he went to unbutton his pants.
He knew how much you loved sucking dick. Genuinely loved it. On more than one occasion, you came home after a long day and immediately dropped to your knees to serve him unprompted. Of course, it always ended up leading to him giving you back the same pleasure tenfold. So it was a win all around.
You licked the beads of precum from his head before enveloping him into your mouth, moaning around him just as Michael rained down the last of your punishment.
Fire. Your skin felt hot and inflamed with every bite of his palm against your skin. And they sent jolts of lust straight to your clit.
“You’re taking your punishment so well. You’re not gonna disobey me again, are you?”
Strings of your spit stayed connected to his dick as he pulled back so you could answer him.
“Never again, daddy!”
“That’s my good girl. You took that so well. Didn’t she?”
You hissed as he gently massaged your hot skin. Fuck, why did his hands feel so good?
“She did. You think she’s ready, A?”
“I think she is.”
You found a secret joy in the way they spoke only to you to dole out orders, but then talked about you to each other like you were merely a piece of furniture.
Aaron scooped you up in his arms, your body immediately nestling into his chest as he carried you to your master suite. He tossed you on the bed like a rag doll as Michael closed the door to your suite. And for a few moments, they simply stood there. Towering over you, intoxicated by the power and anticipation, they didn’t speak or move. They just watched you squirm beneath them.
“You know I love you right?” Aaron broke character for a single moment.
“Of course.”
“Good. Cause it ain’t gon' seem like it for a minute. You know how daddy wants you.”
Fuck. Yes.
There was a challenging grin on your face as you removed the last obstacle to their conquest, leaving you bare before them. With great pleasure, you shifted onto your hands and knees and sank into position. Presenting yourself to him. Vulnerable, exposed. To two apex predators.
And you were ready to be devoured.
Michael pounced with such swiftness of jaguar indeed, you suddenly finding yourself straddling his hips. His punishing grip around your lower back kept you flush to his chest as his lips claimed yours.
Frenzied, animalistic, downright sloppy kisses as you two gave into your most base desires. There was no love here, just lust in its most instinctual level. You two fought for dominance in your kisses, you mainly showing him that you were no damsel.
He moved you with ease, like you were a feather, turning you so your head dangled off the edge of the bed.
“I think our kitten needs a bit of attention.”
His lips kissed a burning trail down your body, veering off course to engulf each of your nipples in his wet mouth, while his hand played with your throbbing clit.
You whined, feeling his breath against your sex, his grip holding your hips firmly to the bed to stop you from getting any more pleasure than he decided.
“So eager.”
He licked up the wetness that spread to your thighs, still avoiding touching you there. He was a menace. The devil really.
You screamed as he wrapped his lips around your bud, every nerve ending in your body zeroed in on him.
Aaron guided your agape mouth onto his hard member again, your tongue licking him like he was your favorite lollipop. He exchanged the bullet for his fingers, easing a second one inside your pussy.
Your litany of curse words were indecipherable with Aaron’s mouth ramming down your throat. He did not let you control the pace one bit. Your mouth was merely a means to an end for him.
You gagged, tears streaming down your face from the sensory overload of having them work in tandem to bring you pain, pleasure, and everything in between.
You arrived at the cliffs of pleasure far faster than you expected, your body ready to fall for the first time all night. Your thighs tightened around Michael’s head as you tried to control it. Foolish it sounded, to stop the fall. But you couldn’t tumble just yet.
You didn’t stop your task of sucking to ask. Instead, you simply stared up at him with plea-filled round eyes.
“Cum on his tongue, princess. Cum for daddy.”
You dove off the cliff with earnest as Michael chose that moment to add a fourth finger, finger fucking you with relentless speed.You let your eyes fall close and surrendered to the crashing waves and thrilling currents that pulled you into oblivion. Right where you wanted to be.
Only Aaron could find the cherry on top to this already perfect sundae as he spilled down your throat. It was typically reserved for her treat as he knew you adored swallowing. And you were grateful he found you deserving.
Aaron took a step back, you pouting at the loss of his dick in your mouth.
“Don’t worry, princess. Won’t be your last taste for the night.” He leaned down and kissed you deeply, a soft whimper escaping at how familiar his lips felt. Home. “I think you need to thank Michael for punishing you earlier and making you cum. How do good whores say thank you?”
"On their knees, daddy."
You moved off the bed and onto the carpet, Michael already sliding off his boxers. Your voice hitched as his girthy thick member sprang from his boxers.
He smirked told her he knew what he was wielding and how to use it well. Admittedly, you had only had sex with three men in your life, two of whom were present. But you felt confident in saying these two Gods among lesser men had the most impressive dicks you’d ever seen.
You’d never live down the humiliation of your near panic attack during you and Aaron’s first time.
“I don’t think you’ll fit,” you remember muttering before trying to escape to hide in his bathroom, your brain overloaded with the fear that he would somehow break you.
But like the perfect gentlemen he was, he held you close and calmed you with sweet kisses and talked you through every inch as he sank into you for the first time. He naturally reached regions you thought were anatomically impossible. You often referred to it as his weapon, one that left you utterly immobile too often.
Michael was similarly blessed and highly favored. Though he lacked a bit of Aaron’s length, his had a girth to it that you knew would cause a stinging stretch. It would be different and you liked the idea of that. As much as your body wanted to skip to that part, you also were feral for a taste of him.
Aaron sat in the arm chair across the room, the perfect view to watch as Michael slid his dick between your plump lips. He stroked his dick back to life watching you spit and gulp down his dick.
“That’s right. Fuckkkk. Get it sloppy, baby girl. Fuck your throat feels good.”
Your body glowed at his praise, Aaron grinning to himself. He adored seeing you in this light, gaining a new perspective to how you felt freedom and pleasure. He never wanted to stop learning how to love you better, please you better.
Inexplicable pride swelled when your eyes connected with him, your dilated pupils lighting up at his smile.
“You ready for me to fuck that pussy, kitten?” Michael demanded, punctuating each word with a deep thrust into the back of your throat. Attempting to respond was a foolish endeavor with him balls deep down your throat.
He pulled out of your mouth and lifted you up to your feet, immediately moving you into his desired position. He bent you over the edge of the bed, one hand glued to your hip while the other pushed your head into the mattress. He positioned you so you were staring right at Aaron.
Being watched. New kink unlocked. You were an actress on display and he was your director, in full control. And it was time to watch his masterpiece.
Your eyes fluttered out of enticing humiliation and bliss as Michael’s head bounced against your pulsing clit.
“Eyes open, princess. And on me."
And this was a moment that made you question who you truly were. A good girl or a disobedient slut? The devil on your shoulder didn’t need deliberation time. You were a disobedient whore. You wanted to be utterly spent when this night was over.
But you also knew he knew that, which is why he picked a task he knew you’d fail either way. You could try as hard as you wanted, it would be impossible to maintain eye contact.
“You ready for Michael to fuck you, princess?”
“Yesssss! Fuck me… I need it.” It was as critical to your survival as air.
You immediately failed at your task, your eyes clenching shut as he pushed inside of you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you hissed, begging for the moment when the lightening flash of pain subsided and pleasure took root.
“Fuckin’ tight ass pussy on you, kitten,” he gave you a few moments to adjust. When your expletives turned into quiet moans, he moved.
"Won't tell you this shit again, princess. Eyes open and on me or I start spankin’ you when it’s my turn. And you ain’t gon’ like that shit.”
“Sorryyyy, dadddyyyyy.”
His hips snapped viciously into you, his dick curving into your g-spot with every thrust.
Bliss.
Joy.
You panted as he fucked you with relentless precision, he didn’t let a moment go to waste as he fucked you. His grip along your hip was bruising as he pushed and pulled against your body. Never the lazy lover, you met every thrust, using your arms as leverage to throw your fat ass back at him.
“That’s it! Take this dick, slut! You like how I’m fuckin’ this pussy??” he demanded, a hard smack coming down on your still aching ass when you didn’t answer fast enough.
There was no way he actually believed you could form coherent thoughts right now.
“I… love it! D-... don’t stop! Fuck… I’m gonna cum!” Your eyes had not stayed on your master as they should’ve, nor had you even tried that hard. But you deliberately cast them on him to beg for permission. “C-Can I cum daddy?? He feels so gooddddd…”
“Why the fuck would I let you cum? You disobedient whore? Can’t follow simple fuckin’ instructions.
Well shit. He was pissed.
Your face was one of sadness at upsetting your daddy but everything inside was filled to the brim with glee. You weren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow. And then you could look forward to a day of aftercare and pampering from your love.
“P-please, please. I-I’m sorry!! I tried. I-I can’t…” Michael was not helping your cause as you pleaded your case in front of a less than sympathetic judge. He found some superhuman ability to increase his already punishing pace, jackhammering into your g-spot. “Let me cum, pleasseeeee! I can’t hold it.”
“She’s clenchin’ on my dick, brah.”
You were going to cum either way, inevitably, but you were holding strong for those magic words. Moments before you felt yourself starting to break, you finally heard him.
“Cum for me.”
“She’s creamin’ on this dick. This some good pussy, my man! You one lucky nigga.” He didn’t slow his pace as he fucked you through your second orgasm. "That's right, cum all over this dick, baby."
How were you not spent yet? No, you still wanted so much more.
You lost track of your orgasms as Michael moved you into his desired positions, fucking you every type of way that suited him. And all the while, Aaron just watched, commanding your eyes to him in the moments leading up to your orgasms, forcing you to hold his gaze across the dark room.
You thought the Earth had reversed on its axis somehow.
“I’ll let you decide where you want it, kitten. On you or down your throat.”
“Cum on my ass!”
“Whatever baby girl wants.” He pulled out of you and sprayed your back and ass cheeks with his seed. You sighed out of contentment as you laid there, knowing your night was far from over. But you were grateful for the brief reprieve.
Michael shifted off to the side as Aaron rejoined you, the Brit studying your ass painted in another man’s cum. If there was a way be any harder than he already was, he would be it right now.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, princess. I love you so much, you’re such a good girl for me. You ready for daddy, now?”
You nodded enthusiastically. Michael was amazing but no one fucked you quite like Aaron. Those were the simple facts.
“Good girl,” he flipped you and pushed your legs up so your knees were essentially up at your ears.
This was a frankly evil thing to do, to start with this position. It was simplistic but he would pound you so deep, you saw fucking stars. At this rate, you would be tapping out far earlier than you would have hoped.
“Ahhhh! Yessssss… thank you daddy! Love your dick, daddy!” You screamed as he entered you in one fluid motion, ending deep in your guts.
“You take me so well, baby. You like how deep I’m fuckin’ this pussy?”
“Yes, yes! Shit! God I love it! Oh Goddddd, fuck, baby…”
“Ain’t no God to call out to here, princess. Just your masters.”
You gasped at the sudden all consuming emptiness of him exiting you. You felt his hand catch your ankle, which was still in the air where he left you. He dragged you to the edge of the bed and lifted you to your feet. You almost collapsed on your stiff legs but you quickly realized, he was not intending for you to support your own weight long.
He hinged you at the waist, your fingertips supporting balancing some of your weight until he reentered you and regained control of your hips. He did all the work, holding all your weight with his strength as he fucked you straight into a sweet abyss. Nothing else mattered. Just the two of you.
Well… three of you. Speaking of which… as if Aaron could read her mind, he says, “Suck him like the whore I know you are.”
Using his strength to turn you both so you were eye level with Michael’s dick. He was getting hard, rested and ready for round two with ease. Both men looked as if they could do this all night while you knew you looked like you had been fucked just as good as you felt.
You surrendered your mouth to Michael, allowing the actor to face fuck you to his heart’s content. And you simply enjoyed every moment of them fucking your holes like men possessed. No breaks, no time for breaths. Nothing. Just unforgiving feral fucking.
You didn’t bother counting the orgasms they gave you as the two men traded places multiple times, using your mouth and pussy to their heart’s content. They worked up a perfect rhythm that brought you thrilling moment after thrilling moment
“Don’t run, fuckin’ whore! You been takin’ it all night. Came in here with that fuckin' attitude. Take this dick!” Aaron ordered as you shied away from his forceful thrusts as he fucked you doggy style.
Your body was being driven past overload as they stimulated every part of you. You could barely concentrate on Michael’s dick in front of your face with how Aaron was fucking you, clearly getting the last word of the evening.
You thought you knew what overstimulation felt like but you had no fucking idea until today. But you knew the orgasm you were building toward would be your best yet, would be worth every moment of this.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum!” Michael called out.
“I’m close too. Daddy’s gonna cum in this sweet pussy, baby. But first, your other punishment. Cum as much as you want.”
And with that, he and Michael went utterly and completely feral on your body, chasing one goal: their collective simultaneous pleasure.
Michael grunted as he painted your face in his cum, much of it landing in your open mouth. He collapsed on the bed next to you, your body immediately crumbling forward without him holding you up. He caressed your skin as Aaron mercilessly fucked you, matching every thrust of his hips forward with a harsh slap to your ass. You knew you would have to endure as many as it took for him to cum.
Shit. You really fucked up.
You screamed and squealed, Michael roughly making out with you and sucked and bit your titties as if you needed more. You and Aaron reached the peaks of your mountains at the same time. At the warmth of him filling your pussy, white blanketed in your vision and sent you free falling into a new stratosphere.
Time felt inconceivable when you opened your eyes again. In your mind, no time had passed but instead of being on the bed, you were surrounded by warmth. Warm water lapped over your aching muscles, something hard propping you up from behind.
“What’s…” you started to say, trying to lift up when a muscular arm snaked around your chest to hold you flush to him.
“Relax, relax, princess. You’re good. Take a breath. Just blacked on us for a minute.”
His voice calmed all the uneasy waters of your soul, you were safe and home with him. There was no better place to be in this life or the next.
“Where’s… our guest?” Your voice cracked from the overuse of your throat. You rubbed your neck instinctively.
“I’ll make you some tea when we get out,” he kissed your temple. “And he passed out in one of the guest rooms. I may have told him there was a strong possibility you’d be up for another round in an hour or two. Told me to get him when you finish soakin’ so he can give you a massage.”
And you knew exactly where the yellow brick road of a massage would lead: to the Emerald Fucking City of Round 4.
Your libido was just as high, if not higher than Aaron’s. More than once, it had been you demanding rounds 4-6 after he already wore you out during 1-3.
“One day you’re gonna get it wrong, you know?” you tease, allowing your head and back to rest with ease onto his chest. His hands massaged your hips and thighs and breasts, all sore from their spanking and biting. “That feels soooo good. You got the magic touch, baby.”
You ok, love? We were rough on you.”
“More than ok. That was the most… insane and fun thing I’ve ever done. Exactly what I needed and wanted. Thank you, Aaron.”
“Anything for you, princess. Rest for me, love.”
You allowed your eyes to flutter closed again, dozing in the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms as he continued releasing knots from your muscles. You simply laid there with him, savoring him and the afterglow of being his.
However, after about 15 minutes, you had rested long enough. This night would end eventually, you wanted to make the most of it with your two daddies.
“Daddy… I think I’m ready for that massage now,” your eyes glistened with your true intentions, letting Aaron know that you were no close to done.
He let out a low chuckle of disbelief. “You really are one of a kind, Y/N.”
“I know,” you winked at him with a playful grin. “Now massage, please.,” you demanded like the spoiled brat you were.
Aaron got out of the bath first, his entire body glistening with water on every perfect panel of muscle and taunt skin. Was it nice being a bead of water sliding down that skin? It might be nice to be a bead of water on his skin.
He quickly toweled himself off before helping you up, using his arms around you as your legs shook.
He dried you before laying you back down on the bed, disappearing down the hall while you laid on your stomach and simply waited.
“Well well well… couldn’t get enough could you, kitten?”
You heard them before you saw them.
“No sir.”
“She’s insatiable. Makes her a good little whore for me, doesn’t it, princess?”
You felt their weight on both sides of the bed.
“Yes, daddy,” you whined as their fingers started doing the Lord’s work massaging out every knot and kink buried in your limbs.
You turned your head toward Aaron, reaching up and kissing him softly as a private thank you before laying down again. You closed your eyes and let them work, let them take care of you.
Whoever said “three’s a crowd” clearly hadn’t met these two.
: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: this is a collection of erotica fics that each will have a theme following acts that are missing from sex featuring my favourites. Each theme will feature one or more fave. It’s getting spicy in here 🫦💋
