2k1 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Steve Murphy | ao3 | Masterlist
Summary: you work in a brothel, and two guys want to try something new
Warnings: 18+ mdni. pwp. Glory hole, sex work, dirty talk, oral (f), fingering, jacking off, spitting, piv, cumplay, creampies, gun threat (not against reader)
No age specified.
a/n: thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta reading 💕 and @toxicanonymity for the spanish translation🖤
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“Let’s try this one” was the first thing you heard when they came in. You were lying on your back, the upper part of your body was hidden behind a thin wall, leaving your pussy and legs exposed.
A hand rested on your thigh and you shivered. Even though you had been working there for several months, the first contact always made your heart rate accelerate. Hand pressure was often characteristic of how you were going to be fucked. Often, but not always. A gentle caress like the one at that moment, could lead to a rough or painful fucking. Or a boring one.
The hand brushed against your skin, thumb facing your inner thigh.
“What do you think?”, you heard a man with a Chilean accent.
“Yeah, sure. You go first”, a voice with an American accent replied.
“You really like to jerk off while I fuck them, right?”
The other man chuckled, not denying it. The client next to you unzipped his jeans, then you heard the friction of clothes sliding slightly. He probably had his pants pulled down just below his balls. He put his hands on you, and when he positioned himself between your thighs, you felt a warm, hard cock pressed against your pussy. You held your breath, ready to take his cock like this, without preparation. Like you always had to do.
But he hesitated, staying there for a few seconds, his shaft against your folds. Then you heard him tuck his cock in his pants without zipping them up. His thumb spread your folds and you heard “mmmm…gorgeous. Steve, look at that.”
Footsteps came closer, and a low whistle echoed through the room.
“Yep, can’t wait to fill her up.”
You swallowed, waiting for what was going to happen.
You suddenly heard the noises coming from the nearby partitions. For a moment, you forgot that you weren't alone. Other women were being fucked, and you easily recognized the noises feigning pleasure. You always did the same, wanting the fucking to end quickly.
When you felt a warm breath against your pussy and a mustache brushing against the soft skin of your inner thighs, you snapped out of your thoughts and whimpered. The man grabbed the back of your knees and moved you towards him as far as the opening would allow, before resting one of your legs on his shoulder. His thumb brushed up and down your folds and you heard him inhale. When his tongue licked between your folds in one stroke, you moaned.
“Already wet”, he murmured.
Two men in the brothel together to fuck you could be intimidating, or degrading, but this time you were slightly less guarded than usual. He was still brushing your folds with his thumb, and you got even wetter. His finger was as sensual as his hand on your thigh, he was good at it. He brushed his finger over your clit, twirling it delicately under his skin.
“Fuck,” you muttered. That was new. They rarely took the time to make you come, and his touch was truly perfect.
“You like that, Cariño (honey)? Gonna come for me?”
His thumbs spread your folds again, then his tongue ran over them, in long strokes from bottom to top, several times.
“Oh my god”, you whimpered in your breath.
He buried his tongue in your pussy, as far as he could, his hands holding your thighs. You felt like in less than two minutes you were going to come and you covered your mouth with your hand of surprise.
“Want a taste, Steve?”
“Not yet.”
The man put your other knee on his shoulder, still fucking you with his tongue, grunting between your thighs. You heard “Steve” unzip his pants, then spit.
The man between your thighs moved up to your clit with his tongue, and he circled it with his lips, sucking gently. His middle finger brushed against your entrance, covering it with your wetness. When he pushed it in gently, the tip of his tongue swirled over your clit. Quickly, he pushed in a second finger, slowly pumping your pussy with his digits. You grabbed one of your breasts as you were already coming. Quickly, so quickly, that you didn’t really understand that it was going to happen. You wondered if the other men fucking the women heard the difference in tone between your moans and theirs.
“That’s good, bebé (baby). I’m gonna fuck you now.” You heard his hand rubbing against his mustache, probably to wipe it. You wondered what he looked like. What they looked like.
He stood up and placed his hand on your hip. His cock in the other one, he rubbed himself against your folds, covering the entire length of his shaft with your wetness, and bringing it up to rub against your clit. Your sensitivity made you gasp every time he touched it. Finally, he placed his tip to your entrance and pushed, making you moan. When the crown of his cock plunged through your entrance, you heard him growl. His dick was thick and you felt your folds part as it passed through them. Both of his hands were now on your hips, he pulled back before hitting the bottom, then thrusted again, all the way in, and you gasped.
“How is she?” asked Steve.
“Good. Fucking good. Chose the perfect one.”
His hands dug into your flesh, his body slamming against yours at a perfect pace.
“Come see this. How her pussy is taking my cock.”
You heard his footsteps, and his proximity allowed you to hear his wrist fucking his cock, too.
“You’re doin’ great, baby. Sucking his cock right in.”
He jerked off faster.
“Shit, all that cream around your cock Javi…you’re giving it to her good.”
You imagined them, their eyes fixed on your dripping pussy. When you felt another hand on your body, you thought you were wavering. Steve caressed your skin, while Javi was still fucking you. Steve slid his hand up to your clit, brushing it gently, and you moaned.
“Shh, you’re ok baby. I’m gonna touch you gently, ain’t gonna hurt you. Ok?”
“Ok”, you murmured, finally giving yourself the right to talk to them.
“Don’t want you to come yet. Can you hold back for me?”, asked Steve.
“I’m…I’m gonna try.”
“Good girl.”
The double stimulation made you clench on Javi’s cock.
“Fuck”, he grumbled. “She’s squeezing my dick. Mierda…(shit).”
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna shoot your load already? Her pussy’s that good?”
“Oh, fuck you! Yeah, she’s that good. You’ll see when you are inside her, smartass.”
He kept thrusting in, his cock was hitting your G-spot. Steve leaned down and placed his lips on your clit and this time you thought you were going to faint. His tongue was applying a perfect pressure and they both were driving you crazy. You felt your pussy clench desperately.
“Fuck, fuck…” Still thrusting in, you heard Javi groan louder and louder.
“Then it’ll be Steve’s turn, you’re gonna take both of our cocks, right? Gonna fill that pussy with our cum.”
“Yes, yes please…”
Your pussy was clenching and you couldn’t stop it. You felt Javi’s cock twitch inside you, he grumbled “I’m gonna fill you up” and finally he froze, sending spurts of cum deep inside your walls. The sounds of other men's moving bodies, their grunts, were filling the room.
Once he emptied his balls, he withdrew and spread the cum that was flowing out along your folds with his cock. Then he pulled away, and Steve’s hands were on you. He surprised you too, when he leaned down towards you and twirled his tongue around your clit again. You wondered if Javi had smeared his cum on it, if Steve was tasting him on you. He spread your folds with his thumbs, and you felt some cum leaking down. He stood aside to look. Since they had entered the room, they had behaved differently from all the men who had fucked you so far. The way they were touching you, fucking you, made you tremble.
Steve slid his middle finger over your folds, spreading more of Javi’s cum, making you hold your breath. Then he stood up, and grabbed his cock.
“Look at that Javi. You’re right, her cunt is gorgeous. And even more beautiful covered with cum.”
He ran his cock along your entrance, soaking it with your wetness and Javi’s cum. You were used to multiple creampies, when several men fucked you in a row. But this sensuality, their playful attitude, was new to you. Steve pushed in, and its girth made you gasp.
“Mmmm, it's good, baby. My cock’s covered by both of you. How hot is that…”
You thought you were going to come just from hearing him, and your pussy tightened around his cock.
“Fuck…don't make me come too quickly. Wanna fuck this pussy properly.”
“Sorry”, you murmured.
“Don't be sorry. Love hearing your little moans. Very different from those of your friends, mmm?”
“Yeah…yeah, fuck.”
“We’re fucking you good, you don't need to fake it…is that right?”
“Yeah, you’re fucking me good. Love your cocks.”
He chuckled, “Yeah, I bet you do.”
You heard another voice, neither Steve nor Javi.
“Andale, cabrón. Toman demasiado tiempo. Queremos cogerla también.” (Come on, man. You guys are taking too long. We wanna fuck her too.)
Steve froze, and asked Javi “What did he say?”, who translated to him.
“We’re not done, man. Pick another girl, move!” He raised his hand, to tell them to fuck off. But it didn’t stop the man:
“Voy a llamar al jefe y él va a sacarlos. Nosotros ya pagamos para cogerla. No pueden tenerla solo para ustedes.” (I'm gonna call the boss, he’s gonna throw you out. We already paid to fuck her. You can't keep her to yourself like that!)
This time, you translated for him. He pulled out of you, and tucked his cock in his pants. You heard a loud noise, and guessed that Steve pinned the other man against the wall. He had difficulty breathing, Steve was probably holding him by the throat. You heard a click of a gun: the security was removed.
“Yo soy tu patrón. ¿Sí?” (I am your boss, yes?)
“¡Está bien! Está bien! ¡Yo hago lo que ustedes digan!” (It’s ok, it’s ok! I’ll do whatever you say)
“¿Sí?” (yeah?)
Steve threw the man to the ground, then put the gun back in his shoulder holster before coming back to you.
Javi pointed his finger to the other men who were waiting, and said “Cállanse, todos. Ahora ella es nuestra. Entienden?” (Fuck off, all of you. She’s ours, for now. Understand?)
There were a few murmurs, then footsteps receded.
“Sorry ‘bout that, baby. Fucking animals.”
Steve thrusted into you after pulling out his cock. He was still hard as steel, as if he enjoyed the adrenaline of the fight. Knowing that he had a gun on him while he was fucking you turned you on, even if you couldn’t see it.
He was fucking you harder, faster. Sometimes slowing down to look at his cock digging into you. Covered in Javi's cum. He leaned forward slightly and let his saliva flow onto your clit, before twirling it under his thumb.
“You’re gonna come for me too, baby? Can’t fill you up if I didn’t make you come. That ain’t good southern manners.”
You felt he was close but he didn’t slow down his pace. Thrusting his thick cock in you, his body slamming against yours, his balls slapping against your ass. He spat on your clit this time, and you felt another orgasm building.
“You’re doing great, Cariño. So good for our cocks. Bet you’d like us to fuck you again. Maybe you’d suck our cocks next time.”
He heard you moaning, and chuckled.
“Yeah? You’d like that, one of our cocks in your mouth and the other one in your cunt? Stuffing you from behind, making you choke on that dick?”
“Javi, what the hell…I’m tryin’ to hold on here!”
The last thing you heard before you came was Javi tapping on Steve’s shoulder. Your pussy squeezed his shaft, and that's all he was waiting for to come deep inside your core, mixing his cum with Javi's, as your spasms were milking his cock.
“You didn’t do better than me, smartass.”
They both chuckled, until Steve pulled out, breathing loudly, and the two stood in front of your open, exposed, dripping pussy. Javi spread your folds, and their cum flowed out.
“Fuck, that’s hot, man.”
“Yeah, we fucked her good.”
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Steve had found you working so many times, was so diligent about turning a blind eye and letting you walk away—but this time he had to make a report, unless you could convince him otherwise.
RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+)
PAIRING — steve murphy x sex-worker! gender-neutral reader
GENRE(S) — one-shot, smut.
WORD COUNT — 2.7k
WARNINGS — mature content, pet-names used: honey & baby, a bit of dark! steve murphy, quick plot & ending.
SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, multiple references to sex work, oral (reader receiving), quickie, unprotected intercourse, creampie, exhibitionism (semi-public spot)
RELEASE DATE — MARCH 22ND 2024
AUTHOR’S NOTE — this man is rotting my brain so you guys have to rot with me. need him carnally. also yes I've had the song the title is from stuck in my head with scenes of him on repeat. save me fictional steve murphy.
His cologne engulfed you first, telling you exactly who was behind you. His hand on your shoulder turned your skin from smooth to bumpy with chills just before he spoke. “Haven't I told you to get a better career?”
You were used to Steve Murphy’s smartass comments tossed aimlessly, especially in trying times like the situation he found you in. Leaving the bed of a man who paid—someone Murphy was out hunting down and just-so-happened to find you with—all while unsatisfied and disappointed in such a rich man who played up his sex-life like he ran the bunnies at the playboy mansion.
“He doubled his pay just to get me here.” You sighed, a tell that Steve knew well.
He knew what happened by the scent of the room he had walked into, thankfully putting a stop to the madness you got yourself in. It was always an older man who picks younger lovers to tame, but as Steve saw your underwear as you lifted them back up your legs—he saw they were dry.
“Such a shame, pretty thing like you comin’ all this way for nothin’.” Steve's eyes wavered, you knew what was bound to happen next. “Especially since I gotta take you in this time.”
Your tongue was between your teeth, attempting to not curse at the man for doing his job. It wouldn't be long before others showed up for this bust.
Peña leaned against the wall with his arms folded and eyes darting between you and the rich man he had just put cuffs on—the numbers in his head already adding up to what Murphy was planning to do. It was a man-in-power advantage, one that had Javier smirking to himself.
Steve's hand had left your shoulder moments ago, the skin still feeling the warmth of his touch. But the solid grip on your upper arm, one that tightened lightly as he pushed you forward to walk with him, that was what truly made your heart skip a beat.
“Let's go downstairs and get you out of the house before any cameras show up trying to catch a glimpse of this guy.” His voice was low as his head moved closer to yours, eyes on Peña while passing him with a nod in response to the ‘alone time’ plea. He knew the drill.
You moved at the same beat as him, legs attempting to take strides similar to his so he couldn't tell how nervous you were. For once, with Steve wearing his badge, you tasted what felt like unfairness of the system.
“Honey—” Voice soft and still as low as before, he spoke. “I really didn't want you doing this shit anymore.”
You heard it, the sound of a man disappointed. Steve had saved your ass nearly three times now, almost four if he hadn't let you slip out the window before anyone else saw you. You knew your time working the streets was coming to a close each time the DEA team was let loose on the customers in the area.
“I thought you said you were looking for more work last time?” His baby blue eyes caused your heart to skip when he turned his head to look into your gaze, his hand on your arm helping you dodge doorways and decor as you made it out the front door and towards his undercover car.
“I was. And I found it.” Your voice was even smaller than his, his grip stopping you right beside the large vehicle just before turning you to face him.
His scent was so loud: cologne, a drink or two from after lunch, the smell of ink from files and paperwork that he had been flipping through until they got a lead stained on his fingertips. It made your head swim. It always did.
The clink of his hand on the car window startled you from staring at him, wishing only to close your eyes and take in having him so close. And he was close—so close with his eyes on you and only you, that his voice made your body vibrate with every word. “You know I don't have any more ‘get out of jail free cards’ right? Your DNA is gonna be on that guy when we run him through the system. There's no getting out of this one.”
His body leaned into yours, almost pressing you into the black SUV like you were part of the paint. Steve's eyes were filled with a glaze that could only be a lack of sleep and a buzz from his earlier drinks, matching the scent of liquor on his breath as he breathed on you softly.
“M-Murphy…” You squeaked, wanting to fade into him and feel every muscle and scar along his skin. “Can't you do something? Anything?”
You saw the flash in his eyes. The way his tongue poked from his mouth to lick his lips. His eyes darting behind your head and to his own reflection in the tinted back window of the car.
It was only for a moment, the click of the door handle and the breeze of the back door opening—Steve’s eyes never leaving yours. “Get in the back.”
Your skin felt the leather as you shuffled into the car, the backseat big and welcoming compared to most vehicles you've been in the back of along with the rough slam of your door being shut. His cologne hit your nose once more, finding you through a waft of air once he made his way into the backseat with you and closed his door.
His jaw was locked, eyes steady adding things in his own mind, that of which you wish you could see or hear. Steve was hardly ever this quiet, always planning something aloud and letting you in—he didn't want to make you feel unsafe around him.
But this—this was different. You were a link in his finding, a witness in his case that could cause you to have to be taken to the station and questioned—and not just for being involved with a rich criminal like your client. Being known as a solicitor would ruin your reputation. It would open you up to a world of all the ruined cops constantly trying to take advantage of those they take in. And even worse, put your name in the eyes of the big men who actually run this city—men way over Steve Murphy’s head.
The sound of his breathing speeding up made your fingers shake, gripping at the clothes you wore to try and hold onto something. “Officer Murphy?”
His name rolling off your tongue made his head snap in your direction, blue irises darker in the dim streetlights far outside from the car you sat in.
The few times you had called him that, you were truly scared. Eyes jittering in your head, hands running cold from anxiety, chest heaving with every breath you took. It was hard for him to look away—almost impossible, and all he could do was scoot closer to you until you were between him and the door.
Little to no room to move around, his scent so deep in your nose that you could almost taste him—and his lips captured yours. Kiss soft, promising, and fulfilling of everything you didn't get in that room upstairs in one swift motion, you moaned into his harsh taste until you felt his tongue trying to lick at your own.
His hand moved from his thigh to your neck, fingers pressing into your warm skin and recreating the same chills he felt rise on your body earlier. You could feel the twinge of his smirk in the kiss, but you fell so deep into his touch that you could hardly focus on anything else.
The groan he released was loud when your hand moved onto his leg, feeling at his rough jeans that ran too right in his crotch at times like these. Something that had never seemed to cross your mind, ending up in such a position as this—Steve desperate to touch you, you desperate to get out of this mess—it almost had you crawling on top of him.
And right as the idea popped into your mind, your hand grazed his hard-on just in time to know how badly he wanted you. He hardly got a noise out, “Fuck.” being the only thing he said.
But it wasn't what was in his head. It wasn't the idea that had made his tongue lick his lips or his eyes catch a glimpse of the black car that would hide your heated bodies doing sinful acts.
His touch turned warmer as his hand on your neck slid down your front, feeling at all the parts of you he knew he'd get sounds out of. The most beloved sound, one he had dreamed of hearing, was that of the wetness he felt as his hand slipped into your underwear.
Your eyes rolling back at just a hint of friction had him pulling back from your mouth just to watch. The whites of your eyes were all he could see for a split second, and he had barely started.
Steve seeing you crawling your way out of that king size bed, picking up your dry underwear that showed zero signs of you being the least bit interested in the man you were just in between the sheets with—it made his bottom lip go in between his teeth at the thought.
Before you could blink, his large body was shuffling until his hands took you at your waist and pulled you sideways on the seats. Your lower half was right at his face, his breathing scattered as his eyes gleamed up at you in the soft orange haze of the streetlights all around the driveway of the house. His fingers left your wetness to latch at your underwear, pulling that and your pants down past your knees.
Your glistening body has his eyes glassy, drool nearly pooling from his lips as they quivered and tried to form a sentence. It wasn't forever ago when you noticed his ring had gone missing. It wasn't even a month ago that he had found you again, his grip on you tight as he walked you out—he held himself back like a gentleman all this time—but now he was a starved man.
“C-Can I?” His face was darkened, yours lit up in the light. All you could see was him chewing in his bottom lip in anticipation before you nodded.
And that was all he needed. The plunge into you was more satisfying than you had felt the pleasure of someone else's touch in forever, his tongue wet and lapping and licking like a dehydrated dog to its water bowl.
Your hand covered your mouth as a scream nearly ripped through you, unsure of how sound-proof the vehicle was. His eyes moving up at you to see your eyes rolling back again was enough to have him stirring an orgasm from you at any cost.
All the times he had peeled you away from a man who only wanted his own pleasure, ignoring the fact you looked like a wreck that hadn't actually orgasmed from anything they had done to you—just to end up in the back of his car with him in between your thighs.
His tongue moved against you in waves, his hand and fingers coming into play only minutes later to help push you to your breaking point. “Steve, for the love of God!” You whined into the quiet car, barely being able to call to him over his whimpers and moans as he collected your wetness and swallowed with vigor.
It wasn't until your body began to shake, and an orgasm threatened to roar that the blue and red lights flashed into the car. Steve's cheeks had run pink from his focus and the heat now causing you both to sweat in the confined space.
The man rose up, his hands on his belt trying to loosen the restraint quickly. He could hardly pull his cock out before he saw others moving into the house, his tip pressing at your entrance just in time for you to cling to him and beg. “Stop stalling, Murphy!”
You had nearly bit your tongue at your own words leaving your mouth—they were fuel to his fire. Every inch of him that sunk into you had your nails digging into his shirt on his back, almost causing them to cut through the cotton as you clung to him for dear life. “Oh shit. Oh, shit!”
Steve believed he thought of everything. Knew you were unsatisfied, knew if he got you alone that he could show you a good time. But what he didn't account for was how long it had been since you had been fucked right, your hold on him tight enough to already have his precum spilling into you until he could hear every sound you made when he filled you.
You were whining, no—whimpering, at how much he filled you. How easily he found your spot deep inside your walls, the curve of his cock making you see stars the moment he bottomed out in you.
By now, the car's windows were steamed up. If anyone was actually paying attention—looking hard enough into the SUV’s windows that were clearly a DEA regulated vehicle—they’d see Murphy's hand sliding down the back passenger seat’s window before finding a better hold on the leather seat inside.
You felt him raise his hips, felt the shake of the car each time he jerked them into a deep thrust, and most importantly of all—felt your gummy walls rush with more wetness and vibrate with your orgasm. Shivering, you took hold of his shirt until he was sure that Peña would get a good laugh out of the wrinkles it now holds.
But Steve was a stallion, racing for his own release like the car shaking and almost rattling at his rough thrusts was the last thing on his mind. Your eyes had shut in wonder for when the knock on the window would come, moaned at the feeling of his head falling into your neck to take a deep breath of your scent, and completely went limp feeling his seed gush into you.
“F-Fuck, honey.” His voice was so unstable, hair wet and stuck to his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. “Warn a man that you're as tight as leather pants on a sweaty rockstar before he puts his dick in you.” His words were comical, the smile he wore growing larger on his face as he sat back in the seats and tried to tighty himself up.
You cackled, sitting up and stretching your neck from the harsh position you had been in. Finally, your mind was clearing—but now the entire driveway was filled with cops, and you were still on the scene.
Once your eyes caught Steve's, his face showed more seriousness while he glanced around at the amount of people leering into his case. Someone had talked, gossiped, or corruption spun its web and leaked into Murphy’s current world.
And here you sat, having fucked the lead DEA detective of the case—guilty eyes finding his again.
“You'll still be found out when he gets put into the system…” He claimed, signing as he put an unlit cigarette between his lips. “But as long as I have a hold on it—” He had a way out of this all along. “—I can make it like you were never in the house. You met him somewhere else, maybe for a blowjob or a quickie—hmm?” He spoke with confidence, pulling a lighter from his pocket and lighting the cigarette.
He was going to make it go away, he just wanted to know what all the hype about you truly was. Needless to say, curiosity got the best of him.
“This is your last shift at this job, isn't it?” It wasn't a question, it was a demand—and his voice had turned cold. His breath fanned over your face, blue eyes watching your mouth fall open at his sudden change in demeanor. “Want me to make it all go away, baby?”
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summary || in which the reader parties a little too hard, and then gets the d.e.a. at her door.
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➵ warnings for specific content before the divider, please heed them
➵ technically ooc to steve in the show, and is set pre-connie, when he was working DEA in Florida.
➵ not proofread
➵ comment/message if you'd have a request
warnings || smutty/slightly dark
➵ !! reader is somewhat inebriated and is coaxed into compliance to a certain extent !!
➵ !! civilian/handcuffed criminal & officer power dynamic; ergo, abuse of power !!
➵ dubcon
➵ manhandling/cloth ripping
➵ abuse of power
➵ groping
she really wasn't the typical co-ed.
especially compared to her classmates, she tried so hard to stay away from the frat boys, the sweaty, horrible sex, and the copious amounts of substances. she'd promised her parents as much, and they'd threatened to otherwise cut off their support, so, she made sure to be as prim and proper as possible.
of course, she wasn't a nun. she drank, smoked if a cig was offered, had a few bad hook-ups, but come on. compared to everyone else? she was the virgin Mary.
and she'd told her parents as much, when they'd found out about her post-lecture activities.
unfortunately, that wasn't quite enough.
she had poured out her sorrows to her boyfriend- well, situationship - mark, as he kept instructing the bartender to pour her drinks, in the small, poorly lit, but quiet, bar.
"they won't pay my tuition or rent." she pouts, "I'll have to get an job, and then I won't be able to study - and then-" he shushes her with a sloppy kiss.
"you'll be fine." he assures, and she's just drunk enough not to realize he's saying that so he can get her into his bed faster.
it works, and, by one a.m., they'd gotten back to his, had sex, and she'd passed out. he wasn't a heartless bastard, though, he makes her some breakfast the next morning, and finally, properly, listens to her woes.
"i'm just so stressed. and I dunno if they'll - well… forgive me." she groans, rubbing her temples. he sighs, looking across at her contemplatively.
"you know what you need?" he muses, "to relax. thank god spring break is coming up, we should go somewhere." he suggests, squeezing her hand.
"somewhere? mark, the only place I can afford is the local diner." she scoffs, making him laugh, rolling his eyes.
"i'll pay for you." she blinks, looking up at him curiously.
"what?" she knew he came from a pretty well-off family, but that was a pretty big gift.
"yeah, c'mon. you've been such a recluse the last 2 years, s'what your friends say. let's go to Miami beach, hmm?" he smiles, hugging her as he noses up her neck. her face flushes, going warm.
"mi-miami b-beach? are you kidding me, mark? that's not you being good to me, that's - so expensive." he laughs at her worry.
"you're worth it." that makes her smile, "gotta make my girl feel better, right? besides…" his voice quietens conspiratorially, "I wanna finally corrupt you." laughing, she swats at his hands.
"corrupt? mark!" her tone is scolding, but it does little to deter mark.
"live a little, baby." he hums into her neck.
her face grows hotter.
"whatever you say."
--
miami was one of the warmest places she'd been to. always with a thin sheet of sweat, and always with one of those gimmicky, hand-held fans, she kept a firm hand in mark's to avoid the scammers, and worse, the creeps. he laughs at her apprehension, helping her into the taxi to their hotel.
it was small, with just a simple bed, but mark assured her it's fine because they'd hardly be there anyways. she wondered what that meant.
she immediately found out what it meant, that night, when mark drags her to one of the massive parties held at the nearby clubs and at the beaches. surrounded by primarily college students, mark keeps a hand on her hips as they navigate the party. "get a drink?" he shouts over the music and chatter, and she nods, pressed against him so she doesn't get lost.
she gets something with ice, not really caring about the actual drink - just needing to cool off. mark sways to the music, holding her close, and she giggles as he tries to get her to dance with him.
"c'mon, baby, loosen up." she pouts.
"I don't wanna sweat, mark." he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows.
"that's the whole point. besides, I'll have you sweating by morning, anyways." his tone drips with innuendo, and she rolls her eyes playfully, pushing away his face. he evades, dipping his head and playfully biting her jaw, making her squeak.
"loosen up." he insists, and she giggles.
"fine."
the night went on for way too long. after one drink, she started dancing with mark. after two, they started making friends. after three, they got invited to someone's hotel room, where she's already a little woozy from the alcohol and heat.
"you wanna try something?" mark asks, leading her into the hotel bathroom, and locking the door, "scored some nice shit for us." he grins, fishing a baggie from his pocket. her eyes widen in slight horror and significant shock.
"what the hell, mark?" she mumbles, lips a little numb, but he dismisses her with a wave of his hand.
"it's fine, baby, loosen up." she looks at him indignantly.
"it's not fine, mark! isn't it really addictive? and really illegal?" she hisses, voice lowered out of worry someone outside will hear them. he rolls her eyes.
"baby, I've been on this stuff with sophomore year, and you didn't even know. s'not that addictive, and you just gotta be a little careful. that's what you got me for." he pulls her into him, both of them leaning on the sink counter. "besides… you gonna rat me out?" he jokes, making her cheeks warm.
"no…" she murmurs meekly. he kisses her cheek.
"good! then we won't get in trouble. you trust me, right baby?" his voice has just that perfect mix of pleading and reassurance, and she sighs.
"yes."
"atta girl! you're in for the night of your life."
it wasn't the night of her life, it was a whole week. every day was the same routine, late morning with a greasy breakfast to combat the hangover, afternoon at the beach, early dinner, and the trawling for a party. they'd drink, dance, and then find a bathroom to fuck in, which wasn't too different than what they did on normal weekends, but this week, she had the added intake of coke to sustain the lifestyle.
it was euphoric, and unlike any experience she'd have. a little gross, what with the snorting, but mark wasn't too bad with the aftercare. he never told her where he got his supply, and she never asked. who'd she tell, right?
at least, that's what she figured until the party they were at got raided by the d.e.a. she squeals in shock as she hears the harsh shouts of some officers, and mark is quick to press his hand tightly over her mouth, pressing a finger to his lips to motion her to shut the fuck up.
he slowly readjusts her skirt to place it back above her hips, but it's a shoddy job, and they breathe into each other's mouths as they wait in silence, hoping the locked door will be inconspicuous enough that they can't get caught.
unfortunately not.
a sharp knock on the door makes her jolt again, mind already a little fuzzy from the start of the party, and the voice that accompanies it is as intimidating as she'd imagined.
"d.e.a., open up!" they command. she goes to comply, but mark immediately pulls her back, gripping her hard enough to hurt, making her eyes widen in shock. he looks at her with eyes saying what the fuck are you thinking?! and she looks back with i'm scared. the knocks don't stop, "want me to break this damn door down?" the voice threatens, and mark grits his teeth in annoyance as he secedes, unlocking the door.
a man - built, taller than her, maybe mark's height - with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, raises an amused brow at the pair.
"look who we have here, brady." he tilts his head to call for his partner, who comes clambering back into the room, whistling in excitement.
"yeah, they'll do. c'mon, you two." he gestures mark and her to walk out, "we need to have a few words."
--
she was now sitting in the back of a cop car, handcuffed, feeling tears brimming in her eyes.
after handcuffing the two, steve and brady had flipped a coin to decide who got to interrogate the pretty little thing, and who got the dweeby boyfriend. brady's luck was really not on his side this week - even his cards had been screwing his over on his nights - and he rolled his eyes as he, rather forcefully, shoved mark in a patrol car.
steve grinned as he opened her door for her - almost like a gentleman - making sure she was nicely settled before starting the ignition.
she wasn't hurt, sure, but god, was she scared. she was always such a good girl - and she'd just gotten arrested?! halfway across the country, while on vacation?! she felt like a complete idiot, and she was starting to feel pretty bitter towards mark for even roping her into this.
her lip had quivered as she heard steve talking about his eta to the station, and she was now dejectedly tearing up at the thought of having this on her record.
she's a good girl.
that was what she was telling herself, and what steve was gleefully realizing, as he glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.
"y'ain't been caught up in this kinda stuff before, have ya?" he finally breaks the near-silence, and it makes her glance up at the little dit of his profile she can discern in the dark car.
"n-no, officer." she finally stutters out, throat dry. he notices, passing her some water.
"hot as a bitch, ain't it?" he hums, tone friendly, and it makes her soften as she gulps the liquid down.
"yeah… it is." there's another moment of silence, before she realizes they're coming to a stop. at a pretty abandoned street corner. she looks around, confused, before she sees steve turning in his seat to face her.
"why don't you an' I have a li'l chat right here, darlin'?" he proposes, and she immediately tenses in discomfort.
"wh… why not at the station?" he laughs, a little breathily.
"why would I go all the way to the station, when you can tell me what ya know right here, right now, without worrying yer pretty little head about yer record. ya do know coke abuse, now, that's a pretty serious crime, darlin'." he drawls, eyes grazing over her body. she bites her lip.
to have no real record of this? that would be amazing…
"um… okay? I guess, what - what did you wanna ask me?" she doesn't know if she can meet his eyes. it makes her core pulse.
"now, you don't look like you were the one gettin' those goodies. who was givin' 'em to ya, hmm?"
"my - uh…" she inhales sharply, unsure if she can rat out mark. she really doesn't want to; he's good to her. most of the time. "some guy at the party." it's not technically a lie, which makes steve scoff more pronounced.
"it was yer friend, darlin'. or was it boyfriend? based on that li'l bathroom debacle, seems like he's yer boyfriend." he teases.
her cheeks heat, flush obvious even though he can hardly make out her face, just from her shifting alone. why was she suddenly so shy about the label?
"it's not really like that…" and why is she trying to assure this officer that she's not taken?
"yeah, darlin', s'what I figured - after all, you're name's spillin' out of his mouth accordin' to my partner." her eyes widen in horror.
"wait, what?!"
"yeah, that's what he's sayin' - that ya went out back and then came in with a baggie." steve has to hide his smile, because he almost adores the little look on her face which tries - and fails - to conceal her conflicting emotions of betrayal, disgust and confusion. steve knows just why - mark probably isn't that type of guy. and Steve knows that, cause he just made that little tidbit up, "so, what's it gonna be, darlin'? i'd definitely have to take you in if my only talkin' witness says yer the culprit."
her eyes sting with frustration and fear, and small whimper of discomfort bubbles in her throat.
"fine, fine. it was him, he's been buying coke for most of the past few nights. but I don't know where he gets it from." she insists, deflating a little in the backseat. that causes steve to wave his hand dismissively.
"ain't gotta be worried 'bout that, darlin', he can rat out his own friends." he assures, before humming in satisfaction, "see? now, was that so hard?" his drawl is condescending, and she picks at a hangnail. "yer a good girl, darlin', ya shouldn't protect guys like that." he assures, nonchalantly tugging her fingers away from each other so she doesn't continue the fidget-y, destructive behavior. "what's he even got goin' fer ya fer ya t'wanna save his ass?" he muses, a predatory smile on his face. she thinks it looks cruel.
"he's not a bad guy, he's not some drug lord, he's just gotten too caught up in all-"
"s'he yer man?" he cuts through her timid explanations. he's asking again, with a direct purpose this time. "girl like you… he wouldn't know a damn thing 'bout handling ya." he teases, hands moving down from where he's keeping her fingers from picking at themselves, and onto her knees that poked out, bare, under her short, somewhat flowy dress. "ain't I right, darlin'? he could never treat ya right, could he?"
she stills in utterly shock, before sliding her ass back until it slammed the backrest, effectively jolting away from him. "what are you doing?!" she gasps, and it makes him grip her knees harder, pulling her towards him.
"s'okay, m'jus' talkin' ta ya, darlin'." he assures, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin to soothe her. it hardly works, and she feels a paradoxical discomfort in her throat and arousal between her legs. "answer me, then. he treat ya like ya deserve?"
her breath hitches, "I - i don't know what that means-" she admits, too flustered to even let out a coherent thought. he tuts in disappointment.
"then he's a bigger bastard than I thought. not worshippin' a girl like you…" he goes quiet, before a throaty groan leaves him. "it's a cryin', fuckin' shame." he grips her thighs so tightly that she winces, and the little noise is enough to make him go crazy. before she can process, he's out of the front seat, and climbing next to her in the back. her hands are stiff cuffed, and it allows him to move her body easily to be pressed against the opposite door, giving him plenty of room to slide in. "ya wanna have a real man, darlin'? tha's wha' it is? these fuckin' college boys should know better than to disappoint ya, huh - tryna play with the big boys with that li'l baggie you were snortin'?" his words are rough, heavy, fast and overlapping, and she's quickly overwhelmed purely by his presence. his mouth is on hers before she can stop him, but it doesn't exactly seem to him that she would have - the way her lips press back against his hungrily and her tongue flicks out curiously.
a soft moan escapes her, and he grabs the collar of the low-cut dress, ripping it straight down her middle. "oh my god-!" she tries to gasp, but his bruising kiss shuts her up as he gropes her breasts hard enough to make her whimper and squirm.
"thatta girl, wanna li'l rough lovin'?" his eyes are wild and ecstatic, looking down at her as he pants in anticipation. he slowly begins to undo his shirt, and her eyes widen as she follows the movement of his deft fingers down his button-up, greedily savoring the slivers of skin that are exposed underneath. he finally pulls it off, lean body more defined in the dim light of the back alley, shadows accentuating the curves of his biceps, as he places his hands on the door either side of her face, leaning down to mouth at her neck.
for a moment, it's romantic, and then, it's desperate. the taut skin of her neck is the meal to his starved kisses and bites, painful and arousing nibbles trailing down her neck and the newly exposed skin of her chest from where he'd ripped her dress.
"officer, wait-" he presses a hand quickly over her mouth - with the reflexes of a trained law enforcement agent - and the protest dies in her throat. she's almost grateful - she would have sounded like a right hypocrite when she inevitably moaned during her attempt at protest.
"don't ya say a word, darlin'. just stay sittin' pretty for me, hmm?" his voice is so rough that it's almost mean, but she nods obediently, letting him work his way down her body. she gasps as his tongue darts out and flicks once at the elastic of her underwear, body jittering in anticipation and needs.
"Murphy, come in." the crackle of his police radio snaps them both from their pleasure, and the both whip their heads to look at it. steve looks like he wants to murder something, blue balls making his muscles twitch. when he goes to ignore it and continue enjoying his lovely company, he has to resist the urge to shoot his partner when brady speaks again, "come in, murph, he gave us a lead on the supplier. they want us on it, now." steve thinks maybe he should finally get into that meditation bullshit.
he slams the car door shut as he gets out of the backseat, leg bouncing in annoyance and need. he lights a cigarette, before picking up the radio. "brady, I hear ya. we'll be there in 10." he clambers back into the car, slowly driving out of the alleyway, tapping on the steering wheel, antsy. realizing he's still taking her to the station, she exclaims an incredulous 'what?!'
"wait, but you said-"
"no one's gonna know about yer fuckin' drugs." he snaps, a scowl on his face. he glances at her nude body only lightly contoured with the scrappy fabric of her dress. he throws his jacket back her to cover herself up.
"then why am I coming with you?" she asks in a soft voice, more reserved and less emotional.
"you're gonna sit in my office, and wait till I get back from that bust, ya got that darlin'?" her eyes widen in shock, but the harsh look in his eyes tells her not to argue. the pulse in her core also reminds her of it.
Rating: Explicit. MDNI, 18+ | Word Count: 5,143 | A03
Kidnapped. Trapped. Alone. You don't know for how long, or who took you. You don't know WHY you were taken. But everything changes when HE walks through the door.
Warnings: dub-con, held against will, kidnapped (but you don't see the kidnapping), threats of death, gun (not used), smut, swearing, starvation, dehydration, weight loss, eating, male masturbation, female masturbation, blow job, a dirty messy wet slobbery nibblin' blow job, rough face fucking. Did some light googling on reintroducing food/water after going a prolonged time without so it's not gonna be 100% accurate, sweetheart, darlin', baby, Daddy, good girl, slut [lovingly] || Only descriptors of Reader: is surprised Pierce can lift her, not mentioned yet - but she is in her 30's (I headcanon as her being born in 1993 - making her 36) || Only things you need to know about the movie: The year is 2029, this is an Earth AU where Mutants used to roam the world. In the Logan movie, no mutants have been born for the last 25 years due to scientists making genetically modified food with things that will eradicate the gene that makes mutants (def a very simplified explanation). The scientists are now searching out and destroying any mutants still alive. They are also making their own mutants they can control for the military (surprise! 🙄) via cloning. I do suggest you watch THIS video to hear this mans delicious accent. || Divider by @saradika-graphics || Beta'd by @beskarandblasters
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Operation Olive Branch | Daily Click | Doctors Without Boarders
This fic is for @toxicanonymity 's Boyd-A-Thon where she will donate $10 to the PCRF for each smutty Boyd fic (up to $30 for a grand total of $300!). @lustaffairs
Series Masterlist || Chapter 2
The lights in your room flick on, dim, but still blinding; you’ve been sitting in the dark for so long. “Well, who do we have here?” The honeyed voice rolls over you. Turning your head you see him. You bring your hand up, trying to shield your eyes against the light.
The light backlit him and you couldn’t see his face, or make out anything about him besides his all-black attire and his legs that seemed to go on for miles; you crane your neck up to try and look at him. With two fingers he pulls his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose, kneels by the cell you've spent who knows how long in, curls his thick fingers around the wire bars, and looks you over. His eyes meet yours and he smiles. “Hello, darlin’. How long they been keeping you hidden in here?”
You open your mouth but no sound comes out, you haven’t had water in ages, food either. You were lethargic and dry.
“Mmm.” He pushes his glasses up and stands, body unfolding as he turns on his heel. “I'll be right back, now don't you move.” He points at you and chuckles at his own joke. Don't move. You haven't moved in days. Just sat, your body held up by the solid wall to your back and the wall of your cell to your right.
He leaves the light on and you get a good look around your ‘room’. Long white rectangle, a quarter of it caged off, with just your body in it, the rest of the room was nearly as blank, just a long white metal table against one wall, and a little cushioned, backless stool; the kind you’ve seen in doctors offices.
You were starting to nod off again when the door burst open and he re-enters, sauntering over to the table and putting a bottle of water and a tablet down on the end closest to you. You’re able to give him a good once over now that your eyes have adjusted. Dirty blonde hair, very handsome, white, tan. His black button-up shirt with a black jacket over top, black jeans with some dust around the bottom of the legs, and tan work boots.
He sits on the stool, legs spread wide as he takes his sunglasses off and tosses them on the table, then wheels closer to you. He puts one booted foot on the other knee, puts the tablet in his lap, and grabs the water. You sit up a little taller, watching as he takes a long drink from the bottle, the tattoo on his throat bobbing above the gold chain around his neck as he chugs. He recaps it and puts it back on the table, and you can’t take your eyes off it.
“Whew, it is sweltering out there sweetheart, glad they’re keeping it nice and cool in here for ya.” He taps at the tablet, reads out your name, birthday, fucking social security number in his heavily accented voice. “Works as a pro-sti-tute.” He pronounces each syllable carefully, the light in the room glinting off his gold tooth, peering at you from over the tablet, you glare back. You felt no shame about your choice of job, it paid well and you were good at it. He holds a hand up, “Not judging, just mad that I never had the pleasure to hire your lovely self.” He grunts, adjusts himself in his pants, earning himself an eye roll from you, and goes back to the tablet, your gaze drifts back to the water. “Sure are looking awful hard at the water.” He mutters as he scrolls. “Have they not been giving you any?” He looks up as he asks, and you shake your head. “Food?” Another shake. “Motherfuckers.” He growls, sending a shiver through your whole body. Tossing the tablet on the table he stands and leaves the room again.
The water was right there. You know you can fit your arms through the holes in the cell, but the table was too far, just out of reach, and the bottle was even further; as if you could even drag your body the few feet toward the table to attempt. You struggle to stay awake, you know he’s coming back, he has to come back, he said he would. You cling to the bars, face pressed against them, wires digging into your face, keeping you awake, or so you thought.
“Come on darlin’, you’re alright, you’ll be fine now that I’m back.” He’s tilting your head up, tapping at your cheek with something metal. You squint, trying to focus. Oh, a cybernetic hand, interesting. “Gonna move you to another room,” he looks over your face. “Gonna pick you up and carry you, alright?” You nod slightly, and then he picks you up easily and you’re up in his arms, face in his neck; and sigh as the scent of sweat, sun, and his natural musk fills your nostrils.
The next time your eyes open, you’re in bed, staring at a familiar white wall, listening to people murmuring close by.
“You better talk to your men, Dr. Rice, she’s saving your project and was nearly dead when I got back here after taking care of the X-23 problem.” The man from earlier, who rescued you, your angel.
“Yes, she saved my project, Donald, but I got what I needed from her. Besides, why do you care? After what you’ve just done? Are you growing a heart, Donald? A conscious maybe?” The second man pauses for a moment and you hold your breath. “Squash it. You have until the end of the week to deal with her before I do.”
A sigh from Donald, metal fingers tapping on a desk. “Yessir.” Soft footsteps, then a door opens and closes with a firm click. ‘Deal with her’ with you. You squeeze your eyes shut and curl tighter into a ball, wrapping your arms around yourself as tears form at the corners of your eyes. You didn’t know how your body was able to form them now, but it did. “Food and water will be provided for you periodically.” Then his loud boot steps fill the room, and the door opens and slams shut as he walks out.
You must have cried yourself to sleep, you wake a little while later, rolling over in bed, taking in your new room for the first time. The room was the same as the last, long white room, your prison on one side, table and chair on the other. But now your prison had a bed on one side, a toilet on the other, a soap dispenser next to the toilet, but no sink. Am I to wash my hands in the toilet? At the end of the bed, part of the wall is open. You pull the blankets back and slowly crawl forward. Inside was a little tray, a small cup of water, a plate with a few pieces of food, one of those little paper cups, and then a note. It takes everything in you not to scarf down the little bit of food on the plate followed by the water, but you suppress the urge and grab the piece of paper, sitting back on your heels as you unfold it.
Eat slowly, take the vitamins (they’re chewable), and sip the water. Place the tray back in the compartment and close the door when you’re done.
You don’t know why they were doing all this when they were just going to kill you by the end of the week, but you slide the tray out carefully, the water was in a spill proof sippy cup which was frankly insulting; though with the way your hands shake with the weight of the tray, you don’t blame them. You sit back on the bed and put the tray in front of you.
A few saltines with a dab of peanut butter, half a banana; sliced small, and a spoonful of plain mashed potatoes. You nibble slowly, using the crackers to scoop the potatoes since you were not given utensils. Your stomach stops growling, and even though the amount of food on your plate wouldn’t feed a toddler, once you are done you feel full. Picking up the little paper cup you look inside at the pills, just a couple, and you wonder what they were for. If they’re there to kill you, you hope they do it fast and painlessly as you tilt them into your mouth and chew. Chalky, tasteless. A sip of water to swish your mouth and swallow. You sit, doing as you're told, sipping the water until it is gone, then you place the tray with all the dishes on it into the little compartment and close it up. It beeps. You hear noise from the other side of the wall, hear the tray being slid out, and then footsteps. You lay back down, staring at the ceiling until you fall asleep.
You dream of him, of Donald. The two of you together, hands ghosting over each other's naked bodies, mouths hungrily searching the other out. Moaning, whining, writhing against each other. His grunts as he thrusts into you, the growls of your name, the praises he heaps upon you as he comes.
Waking, your body scorching with desire, and your bladder was yelling at you. You throw back the blankets and swing your legs over the side, feeling better than you have in a long while. Still weren’t at the top of your game, but you currently didn’t feel like you were dying. You test your legs on the ground slowly, one foot at a time, staying close to the bed just in case. After walking back and forth, from the head of the bed to the foot, twice, you were confident in your legs to get you the couple of feet to the toilet and back.
You finish, and stand in front of what you thought was a soap dispenser but realize it dispensed flushable wet hand wipes. Grabbing one, you wipe your hands with a grimace, guess it’s better than sanitizer. The compartment beeps and opens, and you turn to see more food, a green smoothie, and then another cup of water - sans sippy cup. More pills, but no more notes. You sit in your bed, grab the tray, whisper a thank you into the empty compartment, eat, and then go back to sleep, willing yourself back to your dream with Donald.
That’s what your life is now. Wake up, pee, eat, pace around your cell, sleep. Repeat, over and over and over. The food gave you no indication of what time of day it was, you just know the portions increased every few meals. You’ve slept and eaten so much, you knew it had to be very close to the end of the week, and you still haven’t seen Donald since he carried you over here. You also haven’t seen this Dr. Rice either, which you were glad for. Though, to be honest, you’d like to question him, ask about what you supposedly saved, and then spit in his face. If you were going to die, you might as well go down swinging. You drift back off to sleep, turning all your thoughts back to Donald, to his hands and mouth on your body.
The room was dark when your eyes opened again, which was odd, it was always lit up - just dimmed. Laying on your back you stare into the dark, then you hear it. The heavy breathing, the schlock, schlock, schlock of a hand stroking a cock.
You try to keep your breathing even as you listen to the sounds you only imagined in your dreams, his low moans, his sighs, the little grunts he tries to keep quiet. Your fingers itch to move to your core, to touch yourself along with him, to come at the same time he does, but instead, you fist your hands in your sheets and clamp your mouth together as you listen.
He comes quietly, a whispered, whimpering fuck into the dark room that nearly makes you come hands-free. You listen as his breathing evens out, as - you assume - he cleans himself up. His footsteps approach your cell, a huff of breath, and then he’s gone; the door closing gently behind him. You wait a few moments, and then your fingers drift down under the hospital gown you were wearing, finding your cunt soaked. You want to take your time, to imagine it’s him. But it’s been so long since you’ve been touched.
Your fingers rub tight circles around your slippery clit, Donald’s whimpers, and his quiet fuck plays over and over in your head as the pressure builds quickly inside you before fireworks shoot off behind your eyes and you come, moaning his name into the darkened room, your back arching off the bed. “Fuck, Donald!” Your body comes down slowly, clit throbbing between your legs. After a few moments, you get up to use the toilet and clean your hands.
The room was still dark, but you could easily make your way around. You sit in bed, staring around, wondering how long you had. It couldn’t have been long, maybe that’s why the lights were still out; so you wouldn’t know if someone snuck in and just killed you quickly. There was no light from outside when Donald left, just the clicking of the door.
You lay back down, pull the covers up over your shoulders, and go back to sleep, dreaming of being held in Donald’s arms again.
“Rise and shine, sweetheart.” You sigh and roll over in bed, looking over towards Donald, who sounds more... mellow, than before.
“You couldn’t just do it while I was sleeping?” Sweeping the blankets aside you get out of bed and shuffle over to him, arms wrapped around yourself.
“Do what, darlin’?” He tilts his head like a confused dog and pushes his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose to look into your eyes; and you saw them clearly for the first time. God, he had gorgeous eyes.
Leaning forward on the cage, you wrap your fingers around the bars. “ ‘Deal with me’, Donald.” His jaw ticks at the name. “I heard you and Rice talking.”
He points a finger in your face. “That’s Dr. Rice, and you will call me Pierce, never Donald, you understand?” You roll your eyes at him. “What else did you hear, sweetheart?”
“Hmm, let’s see.” You tilt your head to the side, look up to the corner, and pretend to think. “Something about an X23 project? That I am somehow saving, or as Dr. Rice,” You emphasize the name. “Said, ‘saved’. You’re welcome, by the way. Then he ordered you - which honestly, you don’t strike me as the guy who takes orders, you’re definitely one who gives them - to squash your conscience.” You turn your head and cough, your throat not used to talking so much.
“Sure heard a lot, didn’t you?”
You turn back to him and smile sweetly. “Heard something else too.” You crook a finger at him.
He leans forward, wrapping his own hand around a bar, close to yours. “Oh yeah?”
With your fingertip, you gently push his chin to the side until his ear is right next to your face, he goes stiff under your touch. With a small smile, you lean forward as much as you can. “Heard the way you moan when you come.” Your finger trails down his throat then plays with the chain he was wearing. “It replayed in my head over and over as I touched myself after you left, your name on my lips as I came.”
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Well fuck darlin’, you shoulda said something while I was still in the room.”
“Pierce,” Your voice wobbles and he looks at you. “I don't wanna die.” Voice cracking, your eyes flood with tears and you hastily wipe them away. “Please, I'll do anything. Just drive me outta town, put me on a bus, drop me off on the fucking highway. Y'all will never hear or see me again and I'll forget everything.”
Sighing, he raises his sunglasses up on his head before placing his hands on his hips. “Darlin’, I-”
You slowly lower yourself to your knees, and his eyes follow. “I will do anything, Pierce.” Reaching out hesitantly, you slip your hand through the bars and palm his denim-clad bulge, giving it a little squeeze. His breathing grows heavy as he eyes you down. But he doesn't stop you. “Promise that you’ll let me go.” You gaze up at him, your eyes wide, pleading. “That you won’t kill me.” You try to keep your voice even, and forceful. “Say it.”
He releases a deep sigh. “You better promise not to mention anything that you heard between me and Dr. Rice. Because if he finds out I let you go,” He clicks his tongue and reaches his cybernetic hand through the bars, caressing your cheek. “He’ll do so much worse to you when he finds you - and he will - then just flat out kill you; and then he’ll do the same to me. I’m taking a big risk here, sweetheart.” You bite your lip and start pulling your hands away. “I didn’t say stop though.”
You swallow hard. “I promise to forget the entire conversation between you and Dr. Rice, now you promise me, Pierce.”
He holds his right hand up. “You have my word that I will get you out of here and I will not kill you.” He reaches down and starts undoing his belt. “However, it’s about one p.m. now, and I won’t be able to get you out until about five-thirty; when most everyone is gone.” Your eyes are glued to his hands, mouth salivating as he unzips. “You wanna go grab that pillow? Make yourself comfortable?”
You nod, stand, grab your pillow, and then turn back, and freeze. Pants and underwear around his thighs, his cock in his fist as he watches you. You drag your eyes back up, past the smirk on his face. “You wanna come in and have a seat? Or are we gonna do this through the bars?”
He laughs. “Aw come on sweetheart, doesn’t it just tickle you a bit? ‘Sides, I’m not taking any chances, regardless of promises.” You shouldn’t either, you think as you set the pillow down, and kneel on it, inches from that beautiful appendage in front of you. He could still kill you, after getting his jollies first. Your eyes start to water again. “You okay there?” His voice was low, almost... sweet as he asked.
You wipe your face again and take a deep breath. “Ye-yeah. I’m fine.”
“Now I know it ain’t that ugly to make you produce them tears.” That makes you laugh. It wasn’t ugly at all, you’ve seen plenty, and this? Oh, this had to be one of the best. “Lookit that, what a pretty smile. Little bit o’ foreskin never hurt nobody, darlin’. Why don’t you just give him a little kiss first, and introduce yourself?” He takes a step forward, his stomach against the cage, his cock sitting heavily just a breath away.
Looking up into Pierce’s face, you give your hand a long slow lick, and then wrap it around the base of him. It was girthy, fingers not even touching girthy, and just the right length to feel good but not bruise your poor throat or cervix. You pump slowly, bringing your face up next to it, and kiss the side of it, right against a prominent vein. Your other hand instinctively comes up to cup his balls.
“There you go,” His words whispered. “Good girl.”
You kiss your way down, following your hand, going as low down his shaft as you can get. He presses his hips closer, the cage squeaking under his weight. You inhale deeply, letting his musk flow over you. You want to bury your face in his crotch, right in that little dark patch of hair; but it's not to be, so you do the next best thing and bring his balls through the opening gently. Careful not to tug too hard, or make him uncomfortable. You continue stroking the shaft as you lean down and suck a ball into your mouth, massaging it with your tongue.
“Jeeesus fucking Christ darlin'.” Pierce hisses above you. You switch sides, giving the other hefty ball a good once over before giving them a kiss and a pat and going back to the main attraction.
Lifting his cock, you place your tongue flat against the bottom and lick your way up, over the extra skin around the tip, running your tongue under the edges; then suck the whole tip into your mouth with a moan. Pierce groans above you as your tongue circles around the ridge of the head. You used to have a client that loved when you gave his foreskin a little nibble, and you contemplate doing that now, but decide against it. You didn't want to freak Pierce out, have him think you were trying to incapacitate him. Have him take that gun you saw on his hip and just-
You pull off him for a second, heart pounding, trying to recollect your thoughts and get back into it. Your hand has faltered but never stopped.
“Now don't tell me that's it, sweetheart.”
“No. No, it’s not, I'm sorry.”
“What's the matter?” Pierce takes a small step back from you. You sit back on your heels, biting your lip. “Come on, you can tell me.”
“I... I used to have a lot of clients who, uh, liked teeth used on their penis. Nothing too rough,” you shake your head. “A little scraping, a nibble here and there.”
He huffs out a laugh. “You tryin’ to give me a lil’ nibble?”
You shrug. “I thought about it, then I thought about you not liking it, or thinking I was attacking you, and...” Your eyes veer towards the gun on his hip.
His eyes follow yours and he tsks. “Ain't gotta worry about that. Gave you my word didn't I?” He steps another step back, takes the gun from the holster, and places it on the table before taking a few steps back toward you. “Better?”
As soon as the gun was placed on the table your shoulders relaxed. “Yeah, actually.”
“Now I don't mind some teeth scraping or nibbling, I like it a lil' rough, baby. Could even give the balls a nice, hard squeeze if ya wanted.” Moving back to his spot he puts his now fully hard cock back through the links in the cage. “Now, is there anything else?”
“Do I have a time limit?” You give him a small smile as you tilt your face to his.
He grins. “Plan on being on your knees till it's time to go?”
“Well,” you scoot back into place, sit up, and with one hand pull back his foreskin. You drop a dollop of spit onto his fully exposed head before wrapping your hand around it and spreading it around. “It's so pretty,” you lean forward and lick the tip. “And you're doing such a nice thing, letting me go.” Another lick, followed by an open mouth kiss pressed against it. “I wanna make it worth your while.” Watching his face, you take him back into your mouth, both hands now wrapped around him, squeezing gently as you move them through the little space there was between his base and your mouth.
His salty pre-come mixed with his heady musk has you moaning and sucking, tongue swirling around as you marvel at his taste. “Christ alive, I can see why you chose to do this for a living.” He leans forward again, the cage squeaking, his hips moving slightly. “Sucking daddy's cock so good, baby.”
You pull off him, scraping your teeth against him gently, spitting a glob of drool right on his head again. “You taste so good, daddy.” You continue to jerk him off, a little faster, rougher. You press little kisses around the tip, flicking your tongue out to catch the little beads of pre-come. “Makes me sad that you didn’t find me before, you would have been one of my favorite clients.”
“Mmm, And you woulda been my favorite little slut. Bet you got a real sweet snatch to go along with this mouth.”
“Never had any complaints.” You quip, your lips curled up in a smile.
He adjusts above you. “Why don’t you touch yourself, sweetheart?” He asks huskily. “Let me hear your pretty sounds.” One hand still working him over, your other hand slithers under the gown. “Take that off, let me see that nice, soft body of yours.”
You reluctantly let go of him, reach back and undo the straps, and pull the gown off, setting it off to the side. “Like this daddy?”
He hums appreciatively, eyes raking over your naked body. “Beautiful darlin’. Love me a woman with some cushion on her.”
“Would you like anything else?” You look up at him through your lashes, the room's chilly air hardening your nipples.
“Your mouth, open and ready for this cock.” His cybernetic hand was wrapped around the base and he waggles it at you with a grin. You lean forward, pressing your face against the cage, your mouth opened wide. “Gonna fuck that pretty little mouth.” Pierce murmurs, stepping forward, shoving his cock back in your mouth roughly. “Don’t forget to finger that pretty lil’ pussy, baby.” You nod as he pushes in as far as he can, stretching your mouth. There are pinpricks of pain at the corners of your mouth, it wasn’t bad, but it was a big stretch for you without much warning. You start to pull back, but he reaches through the links, grabs hold of the back of your head, and holds you in place. “Daddy’s cock too much for you?” He pulls back with a tsk and then lazily pushes back in. “Poor little baby. But she’s gonna take it like a good girl, isn’t she?”
Tears prick the corner of your eyes but you nod; one hand between your legs, playing with your clit and cunt, the other pinching a nipple. You move your fingers in time with his cock, whimpering around it as he speeds up. His hips thrust against the cell, pushing it harder into your face. The extra amount of pain lit something in you, you could feel your pussy get wetter with each thrust.
His cock nudges the back of your throat and you gag. “Ahhh, fuck.” He growls, keeping his cock deep in your mouth until you start to struggle, tears trailing down your cheeks. “You like choking on daddy’s cock, don’t cha?” He pulls his cock out, and strings of drool connect the two of you; falling from his cock, and the corners of your mouth onto your chest.
“Fucking love daddy’s cock down my throat.” Your fingers work faster, the knot in your stomach grows tighter as the squelching of your pussy fills the room.
“Listen to that sweet cunt.” His voice is breathy as he looks you over. He reaches through the cell, cupping his hand under your chin and smearing your drool mixed with precum across your mouth. You open as he swipes across it, sticking your tongue out so he can deposit the mess there. “So goddamn pretty.” Then he roughly shoves his fingers in your mouth, the ring on his finger knocking against your teeth. He fucks your mouth with them, his other hand stroking his cock in time, syncing up again with your own hand. “Lay back, let daddy see it.” He removes his fingers and then pushes your head gently.
You lean back on one elbow, spreading your knees wide for him, your fingers sinking deeper inside you. “Fuck daddy, I’m gonna come soon. Can I come daddy? Please?” You plead, fingers curling, nudging close to that sweet spot.
“Yeah? Go ahead and come, sweetheart, let me hear your pretty sounds.” His hand moves faster, pulling grunts and gasps from him as he leans across the cell. “Look at that,” He says to himself. “So fucking good.”
“Thank you, daddy, thank you, thank you.” You whine out, now swiping your fingers across your g-spot hastily, pulling your orgasm from deep inside you. It gushes across your hand as you cry out into the room, your legs going slack and your head thrown back. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You pant, fingers slowly working you through it.
Pierce lets out a sharp intake of breath. “Come here.” He orders and you listen. Pulling your body back up and crawling back to your spot by the cell wall, face pressed against it with your tongue hanging out. “Look at you, you know immediately,” he grunts “what to do.” You close your eyes and listen to him grunt, then a deep growl, and a shuddering whine before you feel a thick rope of come land on your face. Another on your chest, and a few more scattered across your body. “Closer.” You open your eyes and push against the bars, placing your open mouth under his cock as he squeezes out the last drops onto your tongue. “Swallow.” You swallow his salty come with a smile, and stick your tongue back out to show him it was gone. He smiles, chuckles, then pats your wet cheek. “Good, good girl. Now give me that gown real quick, I gotta clean up.”
You watch him clean up from your spot on the floor, your pillow was dirty and soaked, but you guess you won’t need it anymore. Pierce watches you watching him and hands your gown back with an eyebrow raised. “What?” You laugh a little, taking it back through the links of the cell.
“You’re the one staring at me, sweetheart.”
Holding the gown to your body, you shrug and look off to the side. “Just thinking that I really do wish we met before...” You wave your hand towards the room.
“Yeah,” He says sadly, kneeling back beside the cell. “Let me see your arm.”
“Why?” You hesitantly hold your non-dominant arm out of the cell.
You watch as he slips a big, black watch off his wrist, and then secures it around yours. “Five-thirty. Six at the latest. The fewer people around the better.” His thumb rubs the back of your hand briefly before he lets go, standing. “Clean yourself up and get some sleep.” He puts his sunglasses back on and walks out.
A/n: for @toxicanonymity with eternal love and respect♥️ also it’s my humble contribution to boyd-a-thon, an event with a great cause. Check it out and take part if you’d like<3
Inspired by || Hot Billy video / gifs by @ilovewhiteroses - Skeleton Twins (2014) || Beach Walks prequel and Beach Walks by @toxicanonymity - Night Walks AU < READ IT
Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing || Gif in the moodboard by @ithinkwehitametaphor thank you!<3
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You’re watching the sunset slowly change the color of the sky - the blues melt into all shades of pink. Gentle waves of the ocean are swaying the sup board under you, lulling you into a peaceful haze. You’re leaning against Billy, his warm bare chest flush with your back, legs framing yours submerged in water. His arms are wrapped around your middle, your fingers are tangled, as you two are watching the sun slowly fall into the ocean.
To be honest you’d rather enjoy it from a nice beach cafe but Billy said it’s going to be “bloody romantic" and you couldn’t say ‘no’.
Refusing him anything was a challenge for you. Always loving and attentive to your needs he also possessed an ability to persuade you into doing whatever he wanted just with a rise of his brow or his sweet boyish smile.
The date was going really romantic like he promised. And then it got hot.
His hands leave yours and slide down from your waist to your naked thighs. He gives them a light squeeze waking you up from your peaceful trance.
“It’s beautiful, Billy,” you whisper, slightly turning your head to look at him in your peripheral vision. His hand catches your chin and he gently guides your mouth towards his and kisses you. His lips are salty and a little cold and your shiver in his arms.
“Ya cold, love?” He asks, parting from you and rubbing your arms. “Told ya to wear the dry suit,”
his arms envelop you and he presses you closer to his body, warming you up.
“I’m ok, Billy,” you hastily say, missing his mouth on yours. You reach up and he kisses you again. His tongue breaches your lips and the heat of his mouth makes your pussy flutter. Feeling cold just a second ago now you’re burning up for him.
You purr into his mouth and he smirks.
“Fuck, really? here?” His tone is playful but something hot and heavy lies underneath.
You feel your cheeks burn and turn your face away from him.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed. Not moving your head, you look around. There’s a few people quite far from you also watching the setting sun.
“Ya sure?” Billy whispers in your ear making your skin erupt in goosebumps. “You can ride me right here, the board’s wide and steady.”
You giggle and shake your head but the image of you bouncing on his cock right here in the ocean makes you gush into your bikini bottoms.
Billy knows that sometimes all you need is just some encouragement, a gentle push.
So his hands stroke your thighs which are spread widely around the board and move to your tingling center. His thumb brushes your covered clit and a whimper crawls up your throat,
“Billy…”
“Hmm..?,” the only thing he says before moving your bottoms to the side and looking down over your shoulder at your glistening pussy.
“Would ya look at that,” he smirks and rubs your shoulder with his chin.
A warm breeze hits your exposed pussy and you buck your hips driven by a sudden surge of desire. You don’t care if people can see you anymore.
“That’s my girl,” Billy praises you, noticing your impatience.
He dips his hand in the water and brings it wet and slightly cold to your heated pussy. You wince from the drop of temperature but the sensation makes you moan and bite your lower lip.
Billy gently rubs your cunt with his whole palm, then places two fingers on your clit and slowly swirls them around your hardening bud.
“Don’t miss the sunset, sweetheart,” he purrs into your ear and you whine, turning into a pliant mess under his skillful touch.
The sun is submerging in water now, sky bursting with colors, but all you can focus on is how Billy’s rubbing your clit in tight circles, gently at first and then faster and with added pressure.
His other hand pulls your top down and he kneads your breast and twitches your nipple, arm crossing your torso and pressing you to him.
You turn your face in search of his lips and he’s eager to give you another heady kiss .
His mouth and his hands playing with your pussy and breasts are bringing you closer to a climax with every second.
In a few moments you are shaking in his arms, back arched, as waves of ecstasy are rippling through your body. Your whimpers are mixing with the sounds of the giant ocean around you.
When the climax subsides you slump into Billy’s embrace and he lets you rest for a few minutes while his hands trail up and down your arms and thighs.
“Can I fuck ya now, love?” he says, and his question sounds more like a statement, he knows you’ll let him do anything to you right now. But only after your breathy ‘yeah’, he puts his hand between your shoulder blades and gently pushes you.
“Lie down for me, sweetheart,”
“Why..?” You start asking but do as you’re told. Your naked breasts get squished by the cold surface of the board and you shiver again.
Now you’re lying on your front, thighs spread widely, legs still submerged in water from your knee down, right cheek pressed to the board. Your arousal returns with a new force and you whimper, grinding your pussy against the hard surface.
“Yeah, good girl,” Billy notices slight rolls of your hips and his hands start kneading your spread asscheeks.
“Lemme see you, sweetheart.”
He hooks his index finger into the back of your bikini bottoms and pulls the fabric to the side. You feel exposed offering your holes for him to use and they flutter when Billy slides his fingers up from your clit to your tight ring.
“Beautiful,” he mutters and pushes his digits inside your dripping pussy. You feel a dull ache of the stretch so it must be two. You’re so wet they slide in easily and the ache immediately turns into pleasure.
He pumps his fingers in and out a few times and then, not pulling out, turns his palm down to rub your clit with his thumb.
“Billy, please…” you plead and his digits freeze inside your pussy.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me, I want your cock..”
He chuckles but you hear how turned on he is in the pitch of his voice.
“Want me to fuck your cunt? Right here? But people might see us, eh?”
You know he’s testing you but your mind is hazy thanks to the recent climax and his fingers which are still knuckle deep inside you.
“Don’t care…need you, Billy.”
“Alright.”
He pulls his fingers out gently so as not to hurt you. You hear the shuffling of his swim trunks and feel a slap of his cock on your ass cheek. His hand grabs your hip as the hot fat head of his cock nudges your clenching hole.
He pushes the crown into you and moans. You love this sound so much and love him for never hiding his pleasure.
Your pussy slowly sucks his cock in but you’re impatient so you plant your hands on the board and push yourself back helping him to impale you.
“Oh, fuck. You want it that bad, love, eh..? He says and chokes on his words when he bottoms out. You feel his thighs flush with yours, his happy trail tickling your asshole.
He starts rolling his hips against your pussy, dragging his cock in and out of your cunt. Your lips parted, eyes rolled back, you’re moaning and breathing out soft ‘yes’s.
He groans with you, fingers digging into your thighs, until you feel the pad of his thumb pressed against your asshole.
“Hmm?” He asks and you nod, relaxing your muscle. He slowly pushes the thumb in. You gasp but still try to keep yourself loose for him.
“Fuck, your holes look so pretty plugged up. Gonna fuck your ass tonight, ‘k?”
You barely hear him, lost in the pleasure, overwhelmed by how full you feel with his big cock and thick finger inside you.
Billy’s free hand grasps your hip for leverage and he starts hammering into your pussy.
The board shakes but it’s still steady on the water. You close your eyes and let yourself drown in the feeling of the vast ocean under you, Billy’s cock ruining your pussy, his thumb hooked inside your asshole.
Your second climax hits you hard as you tremble against the board, suffocating on this ecstasy.
“Yeah, choke it..,” Billy groans and quickly follows you, spurting his hot cum inside your clenching pussy.
You’re spasming around his length, milking him till the last drop. Billy gives you one more sharp thrust and then stills inside you. His thumb leaves your tight ring and he covers your body with his, not pulling his cock out. His weight on you is comforting and pleasant.
You both revel in the afterglow of your orgasms as the last rays of sun dissolve on the horizon.
“Billy..?” You break the silence and he hums and kisses your shoulder in response. “Bet you’re happy I didn’t wear my dry suit, huh?”
He chuckles and then slides into the water pulling you with him.
4k2 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Steve Murphy | ao3
Summary: when you get reminded of the night you spent with Steve and Javi, you can’t help but come for more
Warnings: 18+ mdni. semi public sex, masturbation (f/m), oral (f/m), threesome, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, degradation, piv, cum eating, creampies. No age specified
a/n: this is a contribution to the boyd-a-thon event for PCRF @toxicanonymity 🖤🐨
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For several days, you wondered what exactly had happened that night. You had fragments of memories, you knew they had fucked you, but without remembering all the details.
Part of you resented them for manipulating you, making you feel like you could trust them. Another part thought that you had been way too naive. And the last part made you touch yourself every single night, thinking of them.
A few weeks later, you finally went back to that bar, even if you didn’t know how you would react if you saw them. But they weren't there that night, nor the other ones. So you danced, drank, met people, other men. You had sex with some of them, but never got the thrill you’d felt that night, never had the thought that had struck you the next day -“it was the best fucking of my life.”
It was Saturday night and you were dancing, twirling, enjoying yourself in a crowd of people. Two hands rested on your hips, and you froze when you heard “hey, baby”, soft lips against your ear. You turned around, and faced Steve’s blue eyes, his self-confident smile, his blonde hair. It was slightly longer than the last time, messier.
“Don’t call me that, and fuck off.” The lack of memories of that night instantly made you act in a bitter and defensive way.
He pulled back and raised his hands, as if to say “ok, whatever you want.”
You contemplated leaving, but you convinced yourself that you didn’t have to. He could go if he wanted, but you’d stay. You bottomed a shot at the bar and then danced again. He seemed to have left. Later, you went into the bathroom, and as the door was closing, Steve slipped in and locked it.
“What the fuck?”
You barely had time to finish your sentence when he approached you, smiling. Not a mean or provocative smile. A smile that meant “I know you want it.” Fuck, did you want it? He already managed to make you doubt yourself.
His hands were on your hips and he tried to kiss you. You turned your head to the side, swerving him, and said “No, stop.” He looked at you and gave you that smile again. He had so much self confidence that it was indecent. He kissed your cheek, then moved down to your neck that he covered with soft, hot kisses, making your eyes roll back.
“Come on, baby, let me kiss you.”
He moved back up to your lips and just before kissing you, he looked deep in your eyes for a few seconds. You got lost in his gaze. When he pressed his lips to yours, you felt almost all your doubts disappear and you stopped pushing him away. His tongue was already brushing against your lips, as if he was asking for permission to slide it in. You didn't keep him waiting long. In a moment, your tongue was swirling against his. He moaned into your mouth, and you felt yourself gush. His hands shifted from your cheeks, to your breasts, then your hips. They brushed against your body, your dress, and you couldn't help but roll your hips towards him.
“Yeah…You want this cock, beautiful? Just like that night?”, he said, his forehead pressed against yours, so close that you could smell his minty breath.
“No…no, I don’t. Can’t even remember what you two had done to me.”
“You don’t remember?” he asked, staring at you with narrowed eyes. You shook your head.
“Lemme help you”, he smirked and slipped his hand between your thighs, pulled up your dress and caressed your folds through your panties.
“Damn…seems like your cunt ain’t forgot, baby…she’s already soaked.”
He kneeled and pulled down your panties, looking at your pussy for a few seconds before glancing up at you. You bit your lower lip, waiting for him to place his lips on you, there, in this dark bathroom. But he smiled and stood up, covered his thumb with your slick, and brought it to your clit. He rubbed it gently, while your eyes were locked, your breathing speeding up with every second. Keeping his thumb on your clit, he pushed two fingers in your pussy, making you moan. You rolled your hips towards his fingers, fucking yourself on them. You grabbed his shirt to hide your face, nuzzling his neck, being ashamed of breaking so easily for him.
“Fuck…I’m gonna…”
“Yeah, baby, I know. Come on my fingers, clench ‘em again. Even faster than in the car, fuck.”
He pressed his crotch against your hip, and you could feel his bulge. You knew he loved to show how hard he could be, how big his dick was. “Oh, fuck,” you whimpered, just before you came. He let you ride out your orgasm, his thumb resting on your clit, his fingers still buried inside you. Then he slowly removed them from your dripping cunt and licked them one by one, not taking his eyes off you and added “I remember everythin’, baby.”
Flashbacks started to come back to you. You saw yourself coming on their fingers, their tongues, their cocks.
Steve started backing up until he leaned against the opposite wall, less than four feet from you, and you watched him unzip his jeans and pull out his cock. He spat in his hand and started slowly jerking off in front of you.
“Show me your pussy, baby. Lemme see her.”
His words were a melody you didn't want to stop. You did like he asked, pulling up your dress for him. Your panties were still around your ankles. You bunched up the fabric in your fists, and held it around your hips. With your pussy offered to his view, his wrist began speeding up.
“Touch yourself a little. Yeah, just like that, shit…” Your clit was still throbbing under your fingers but you didn't want to stop. You wanted to see him cum. "Still sensitive baby? Yeah, bet ya are, came hard for me." You nodded, pushed a finger into your core and then brought it to your lips, tasting your wetness. He was jacking off his shaft fast now. “Shit. You’re so fuckin' hot. Ya like that little pussy juice? Yeah, I like it too…fuck…fuck…oh shiiiiit.”
His cum spurted out, some of it landing on the ground, and some of it onto his clenched fist. “Damn, you’re a naughty thing. And you ain't even drunk, baby…” he laughed, groaning, milking his cock to the very last drop. And he smirked, as his eyes sparkled.
He wiped his hand, moved closer to you, tucking his cock back in his pants, gave you a piece of paper and whispered in your ear, “Be at this address, tomorrow at 6pm. Javi and I will give it to ya good, if you’re ready for part 2.”
He wrapped his big hands around your neck in the most gentle way, and gave you a languid kiss which made your head spin. When he walked out of the bathroom, your pussy was clenching desperately, so you locked the door behind him, and got off a second time.
You had some doubts about coming to meet Steve and Javi but they were overshadowed by the need to be used by the men again.
Flashbacks of the night spent with them began driving you insane with lust. Especially after Steve’s skillful fingers coaxed a hardest climax out of you in the bar bathroom.
So the next day you went to Javi’s place. When Steve opened the door he immediately wrapped his arms around you and gently kissed your cheek.
“Here’s my baby,” he whispered in your ear, making your skin erupt in goosebumps. He led you to the living room where you found Javi sitting in an armchair. He nodded and gave you a little smile. Your clit twitched when his dark eyes glided up and down your body.
“Want a drink?” Steve asked, when you sat down on the couch. You agreed to have a beer and after getting it, he joined you. His hand was immediately on your naked thigh, lips tracing paths along your neck. Your core was buzzing with the anticipation of the night and you moaned when Steve’s hand slithered up to your heated center.
“Damn, Javi, our girl ain’t wearing any panties,” Steve said, not tearing his blown eyes from yours.
“Putita, (little slut),” you heard Javi mumble.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Your breath hitched when Steve’s thumb slipped between your folds and gently rubbed your hardening clit.
You moaned his name and his lips brushed yours as he began caressing your bud with feather light strokes. He was playing with you, winding up your arousal more and more until you were nothing but a trembling needy mess under his touch.
“Please…,” you whined and Javi chuckled.
“What do you need, baby?” Steve asked, his eyes finding yours while he was torturing you with his soft caress.
Javi leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and said, “Our little slut needs what she came for, Steve. To get fucked. Right, Hermosa?” You looked into his eyes and nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up.
“Say it, beautiful,” Steve whispered, pulling his hand away from your pussy and making you whine with need.
You didn’t care that it felt humiliating. On the contrary the fact that they had such power over you was turning you on even more. You’d do anything to be used by them at that moment. So you cleared your throat and mumbled, “Please, fuck me.”
Javi smirked, adjusting his bulge, and Steve kissed your cheek before getting up, pulling you up on your feet and then lying down on the floor along the couch.
“C’mere, baby. Sit on my face,” he said, motioning for you to straddle him with his hands. You looked at Javi and he got up and stood behind you, his hands on your waist, “Don’t be shy, cariño, Steve’s gonna make you feel real good.” You felt his hands pulling up your dress until he slipped it off your body completely. Now you were absolutely naked in a room with two fully clothed men.
Steve moaned at the sight of you, “Fuck, c’mon, beautiful. Be a good girl and let me taste this sweet pussy.”
You bit your lip and kneeled down over Steve’s face. Javi sat on the couch and you saw him unzipping his jeans. You got mesmerized when he took his gorgeous cock out but suddenly Steve’s hands grabbed your hips and he pulled you down on his face. You felt his soft lips latch onto your throbbing pussy and whimpered when his tongue slid between your folds. He slowly licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and began sucking on the bud making you arch your back and flutter your eyes shut.
“Look at this little whore, Steve. There was no need to get her drunk that night. ‘m sure she’d have jumped at the chance to be fucked by us.”
Steve hummed against your heat and the vibrations sent a new wave of pleasure through your body.
“More, Steve, please,” you pleaded, clenching his blond hair with your fist and rolling your hips getting desperate for a release.
You looked down and saw his eyes glint with mischief. Steve gave you a wink, pushed your folds apart with his fingers and flattened his tongue against your blooming pussy. He rubbed your clit and then slid down to lap at your crying hole.
“She’s sweet, yeah?” Javi asked Steve, watching him devour your cunt while his big hand was slowly sliding up and down his weeping cock. You licked your lips throwing a glance at it and Javi noticed.
“I think putita wants to suck on something big and juicy. Don’t you, cariño?” He asked as he got up and stood next to Steve and you. His cock bobbed in front of your face. Javi took it in his hand at the base and you looked up at him. He was towering over you, your eyes hazy with the pleasure Steve was giving you. Javi cupped your cheek and you purred into his touch.
“Open up, putita,” he said gently as his fingers pinched your chin and pulled it down, opening your mouth.
His cock was soft and hot on your tongue and you began slowly pleasuring him. You gently sucked on the tip first and then took him deeper, until it reached the back of your throat.
“Oh, I love this mouth,” Javi breathed out, tilting his head back. But soon his eyes were cast down again and he watched you work his cock and Steve devour your glistening pussy.
The man between your legs was relentlessly licking at your cunt, slurping and groaning against your center. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on the cock in your mouth and you kept pausing and just drooling around Javi’s stiff length.
“Fuck, Steve, what are you doing to her down there? She can’t suck my cock right, got too pleasure-dumb.”
Steve chuckled against your clit and you moaned loudly around Javi’s member.
“Am I eating you well, baby?” Steve asked parting from your pussy for a second and slightly biting your inner thigh. You glanced up at Javi, eyes glossy and blown.
“Oh, putita’s gone, Steve,” Javi laughed at your state and added, “I’ll have to do everything myself then.”
With that he took your head between his hands and started thrusting his hot cock into your mouth. He was gentle at first but the deeper he pushed his length into you, the rougher he was getting. Soon he was fucking your mouth in earnest, making you drool and gasp for air every chance he granted you, while Steve was bringing you close to the climax.
Javi dipped his cock into your throat as Steve swirled your clit with his tongue and you came undone, drowning Steve’s mouth with your slick and moaning loudly around Javi’s member.
“Oh, cariño, your mouth is heaven but I need to last,” Javi groaned, pulling you off his cock, “let’s get her to bed, Steve.”
“Lie down, and spread your legs for me,” you heard Steve command as soon as you stepped into the bedroom.
You got on the bed and spread them slightly, feeling shy.
“Spread them more. Show me that wet pussy.”
You spread your thighs further.
“I said more, baby.”
This time you used your fingers and parted your folds. You felt both uncomfortable with their predatory attitude and horny at the idea of what they were going to do to you next. They made no secret of their desire and hunger for you. You felt like you were leaking onto the sheets. Steve looked at you like at a piece of meat, his swollen cock in his hand, precum leaking.
“You see that, Javi?”
“Hard to miss it, she's dripping,” the man answered, stroking his cock lazily. “I love when they ruin my sheets. Come on, give her what she wants. Your cock. Right, Hermosa?”
You noded.
“Say it.”
“I…want your cock”, you said, looking at Steve only, that time.
He lay down between your legs, spread them with his knees, and slid his tip between your folds, one hand resting on your cheek.
“You’re gonna take this cock like a good girl?”
“Yeah…”
He thrust in slightly making you whimper, and your hands squeezed his biceps.
“Tell me how much you wanna get fucked.”
“I…I want you two to fuck me. Please”, you begged. “I can't stop thinking about it.”
“Yeah? Did you touch yourself, thinking about our cocks?”
“Yeah, a few times.”
“Putita”, Javi hissed through his teeth.
Steve kept thrusting in slowly, his hand holding your chin so you wouldn’t take your eyes off him while his thick cock was spreading your folds almost painfully, his other hand on your hip as leverage.
“Oh fuck…”
“Yeah, just like that. That’s a good girl.”
“I’m so fuckin’ hard. Blow me again, let’s use more of your holes.”
Javi slipped his tip in your mouth and you eagerly welcomed it. You didn't recognize yourself. You felt like only your senses were directing you, as you let Javi fuck your mouth, and Steve your cunt.
“Mierda, look at that slut. Can’t believe she came back for more.”
“Yeah, well…we fucked her good. And we’re doing it again. Look at you taking these cocks, baby…” Steve groaned, bottoming out. Your fingers dug into his flesh. Javi’s cock pushed into your throat just as Steve’s member was thrust in deep inside your core. You moaned softly, as much as Javi's cock would allow you to. Then he pulled back, leaving only the tip in your mouth.
“Lick the tip, Hermosa. I want you to taste me in your mouth, before I fill up your pussy.”
You kept sucking him, his precum flowing down your throat. “Damn, you’re a natural…one day, I’ll fill that throat too. But not today. Today we’re gonna fill your cunt and make you scream on our cocks.”
He was fucking your mouth again, slowly. You realized he was doing it at the same pace as Steve was fucking your pussy.
“Damn, I can see your dick in her throat, Javi.”
And Steve kissed your neck, there. Fuck, that was hot. They complemented it other well, like they had been fucking girls together for a long time. You wondered how many they had fucked before you. If they had fucked anyone else since that night.
“Fuck the side of her mouth Javi. Wanna see more.”
You looked up and saw Javi’s smirk as he did what Steve asked. Steve brushed his nose against your cheek, then placed his lips on it. Javi's cock created a bump that Steve was bound to feel under his lips.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” you though and moaned.
Steve continued to slowly thrust in your pussy. He was brushing against your g spot with every stroke and you felt your orgasm building.
Javi pulled out his cock that was glistening with your saliva and sat in the chair next to the bed. “Two cocks slut”, he mumbled, thighs spread wide, his cock hard and weeping. He was watching Steve fuck you and a smirk didn't leave his face. He took his balls in his hand and squeezed them.
“She’s taking it good, damn,” Steve said.
“Yeah,” you whimpered.
“Oh…I ain’t talking about you, baby…I’m talking about her”, he replied, pulling away from you to point his chin at your pussy.
You cheeks started burning when you heard him.
“You’re gonna take our cum, Hermosa? You’re gonna let us fill you up?”
“Yeah, I want it.”
Steve turned your face towards him after gently grasping your chin between his fingers.
“You’re gonna look at me, baby, when you’re coming on my cock. Want to see your eyes roll back. Ok?"
You nodded. Your moans filled the room, barely drowned out by the sound of the bodies slapping against each other and your wetness around his cock.
“Fuck, I feel her pussy squeezing me…she’s gonna come. Come on, beautiful, yeah, just like that.”
Javi stood up and moved closer to the bed. “Can’t wait to stuff you too.”
Their words made you explode on Steve’s cock who grunted louder “oh fuck, fuck! She’s choking me so hard, man…I can’t…fuck” as he came deep inside your pussy, his eyes staring into yours.
You were feeling Steve’s cum fill you to the brim and spill out of your hole. You looked deep into his eyes and then glanced down at his mouth. In a second he kissed you, slowly and gently, his cock still twitching inside your overflowing pussy and you made out until you heard Javi’s velvety voice,
“My turn, lovebirds.”
Steve’s lips left yours and he gave you a warm smile before pulling out and getting off you. He sat in the chair and took the cigarette that Javi had left still burning in the ashtray.
Javi soon took his place between your thighs which made you feel like a fuck doll again. Not that you minded, you had come to be used by them and that’s what they were doing.
So you welcomed Javi’s stiff cock as soon as it nudged your stretched hole and almost pierced yourself on it. Javi moaned when his length slid inside your sloppy core easily, like a hot knife through butter.
“Damn, Steve, she’s full of you. So wet and warm.”
As soon as he made one thrust, you heard your pussy squelch with all the cum inside and you averted your eyes from Javi to Steve.
“Oh, are you embarrassed, nuestra putita? (Our little slut). No shame in being a cum dumpster for a good man. Or two good men,” he chuckled and Steve laughed.
Your cheeks were burning but his words made you clench hard on his cock which didn’t go unnoticed by Javi and he continued, “So you’re gonna take it-”, he thrust in hard and slowly retraced his cock,”-like a good girl,” he groaned with another rough stroke to your pussy.
Then with one hand on the back of your neck and the other gripping your hip he started pounding into you. His piercing eyes on you, he watched your face twist with pleasure.
“You’re gonna come again, hermosa,” he said without a shade of question in his tone.
He got up on his knees, not pulling out, and continued fucking you.
You glanced at Steve who was still smoking in the chair, his big cock in his veiny hand.
Javi’s tip hit your cervix and you whimpered.
“You know, baby,” Steve said after taking another drag, “fucking you is the best, but watching you getting railed is a very close second.”
Then he put out the cigarette and walked up to the bed. He smiled at you and then his gaze slid down your sweaty, heated body to the spot where Javi’s cock was plunging in and out of your crying pussy.
“Look at your creamy soaked cock, Javi,” Steve murmured and gave himself a few strokes. He was already hard again.
Javi just growled in response, probably concentrated on not blowing his load just yet.
Your gaze was darting between Javi’s pleasured face and Steve’s big hand wrapped around his member and you licked your lips when a drop of precum beaded on the tip.
“Already thirsty, beautiful?” Steve murmured, coming up to your head. “Lucky for you, I’m hard again.”
He put one knee on the bed bringing his cock closer to your face and you lifted yourself on your elbows to reach it with your mouth. You didn’t understand why you were so hungry for them both but the desire was leading you relentlessly. You wanted your every hole to be plugged by them, ruined by them and were ready to give them all of you.
So you took Steve in your mouth and looking up into his blue eyes let him fuck your throat. He was careful, more gentle than Javi and you reveled in ecstasy watching his stomach heave, eyes get darker because of you.
Soon Javi’s cock made your pussy contract around him and you started coming. Steve, almost sent over the edge by your whimpers, pulled you off and moved lower on the bed pointing his cock at your lower belly.
“Aahh,” he moaned and his cock began spurting his pearly cum over your body. The load landed on your belly, mound and puffy folds and Steve stroked his cock till the last drop was on you.
You brought your fingers there and they danced over his warm seed, spreading it over your skin, gently caressing your clit using it as lube.
The sight of you playing with Steve’s cum made Javi groan and he started erupting inside you adding his cum to Steve’s.
Steve plopped on the bed next to you looking satiated while Javi’s cock was still pulsating in your pussy.
“Our good girl,” Steve whispered in your ear and tilted your head to kiss you. You were still making out when Javi pulled out his cock.
“Clean me up, Hermosa.”
You nodded and he walked on his knees up the bed, until your head was between his thighs. You lifted up your torso and licked all the salty cum off his softening cock.
“Balls too, sweetheart,” Steve whispered and you followed the command, feeling your pussy tingle again.
When Javi’s cock and sack were clean you slumped down on the bed and Javi joined you two with a cigarette between his lips.
“Thank you, beautiful,” Steve said before kissing you.
“Eres inceíble,”(you’re amazing) Javi praised you before taking a drag. You smiled at him, spent and satisfied, and then turned to Steve.
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“C’mere, baby,” he told you and pulled you into his big arms. You two soon fell asleep, your head on his shoulder, and when Javi finished his cigarette he cuddled up to you from behind. That was the first night you stayed with them until the morning.
In this event, I donate $10/fic to Palestine Children's Relief Fund for smutty Boyd Holbrook character fics. You write a fic, 500-3k words. To participate, please tag #boyd-a-thon, me, and @lustaffairs.
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I went ahead and made all the donations, but would love for people to keep participating and be added to the masterlist until it reaches 30 fics.
BACKGROUND: In thanks for these fics, I donated $10/fic to palestine children's relief fund, which is a top rated organization on charity navigator. I decided to continue this for more fics.
It can be any character on Boyd's IMDB, including - Donald Pierce (Logan), Clement Mansell (Justified City Primeval), Billy (Skeleton Twins), Amos Jenkins (Little Accidents) Mo Lundy (The Free World), Steve Murphy (Narcos), Ty Shaw (Vengeance 2022), and more. . .There's not always a steady flow of Boyd character fics, the fandom deserves to feast (including the amazing gifmakers), and this is what I crave.
I don't care if I've never heard of you, or if it's your first fic. It can be porn without plot. It can be an AU like mafia, stepcest, etc. it can be out of character. 500-3k words? Brownie points from me for vaginal sex or jacking off. But this isn't limited to F/M, you can do a reader or character pairing of your choice.
Target - April 30 but no hard deadline.
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