synopsis: you’re a college gossip columnist with a shitty boyfriend. your life takes a turn when you meet a hot guitarist that makes you pause writing about other people’s lives and start living yours.
warnings: smut, mdni, f!reader, cheating, drunk sex, switch!takuma, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), cumshot
ᯓ✮: bonus chapter! story is still understandable if you skip
How your night went from you getting drenched in the rain as you walked home alone to your panties getting drenched as a gorgeous guitarist seemingly attempts to breed you through a towel, you don’t know but you’re not complaining.
Actually, the only type of ‘complaints’ you can make are needy moans as Takuma scatters kisses down your neck all the way to just below your collarbone.
Glancing up at you with hope sparkling in his doe eyes, he breathes out a pleading “can I?” as he fidgets with the hem of your band tee - rather, his band tee that you’re wearing.
You respond by nodding a bit too eagerly. Any guilt you bore about cheating on your good-for-nothing boyfriend was completely overpowered by the thirst you feel for the bright-eyed band member on top of you - a man you’ve just met, mind you.
Mirroring your fervour, Takuma pulls the oversized shirt off you until he’s met with your bare chest. As you had originally planned to go to sleep, you had forgone a bra - at which Takuma is very delighted.
He stares at you in awe, thanking himself for every life decision he’s made that brought him to this point.
“You still there?” you quip, snapping him out of the trance your breasts had thrown him into.
“Yeah, sorry!” he stammers, “you’re just so beautiful, I can’t stop looking at you.” His palpable shyness provokes you into asserting dominance over the poor guy.
“You don’t have to settle for just looking,” you hum seductively, maintaining intense eye contact. “Touch me all you want, Takuma.”
From that, Takuma already knows that his towel will be permanently stained by the copious amount of precum that just dribbled out of his tip.
“Fuck, yeah, okay,” he breathes, shakily bringing up a hand to cup one of your breasts as he directs his mouth to the other.
He swirls his tongue around your nipple while his fingers mimic the motion on your other boob. The stimulation prompts you to grind up on him harder, seeking out more relief.
Takuma catches on and uses his free hand to slip his sleep-shorts off you, leaving you clad in only your panties. His thumb locates your clit through the cloth, your profuse wetness thins the cotton barrier so much so that his touch is tantalisingly close to where you need him most.
“Takuma,” you tangle your fingers in his hair as he deliciously sucks your nipple. “Need more,” you whine, to which Takuma wastes no time in pulling your soaked panties to the side, swiping his fingers through your folds.
He brings his hand to his mouth, pulling off your nipple with a pop to replace it with his slick-covered fingers.
“Mhh, you taste so good, baby,” he drags his fingers down your body, back to your messy slit. “So wet for me, aren't you?” he teases, your evident neediness for him turning him bold. His fingers teeter at your trembling entrance. “Want me to help?”
Once again, you find yourself nodding too enthusiastically
“Use your words, beautiful,” he taunts, much to your frustration.
“Need you to help!” you emphasise - so much for ‘asserting dominance’.
That’s all the motivation Takuma needs to dive a finger into your sopping cunt. And then another. And then he’s thrusting two fingers into you as his thumb delectably circles your clit.
“God, baby, if you’re this tight around my fingers, how’re you gonna take my dick?”
The thought induces whines to find their way out of your mouth against your will. You clasp your palm over your lips to silence them.
“Don’t do that,” Takuma pries your hand off your face, “I like hearing you.”
His words drive you to the edge quicker than anyone else - your boyfriend included - ever has. You can’t figure out if the high you feel is from your prior alcohol intake or from the way Takuma is curling his fingers just right.
How is he so good at this?
You think back to when you first saw him and remember how his fingers expertly danced over his guitar strings - transferable skills, you guess.
It’s as if Takuma is playing musical notes on your sweet spot and the resulting melody is the obscene squelch of your dripping pussy. Takuma thinks the sound can rival any orchestra.
Suddenly, you feel a foreign surge of pressure. You arch your back as your walls spasm around Takuma’s fingers. “Ah! Takuma- it feels weird!”
“Mmh. Just relax, baby, let it out,” He soothes, rubbing your clit harder.
A stream of clear liquid blasts out of you and Takuma thinks, in his whole life, this is his greatest accomplishment by far.
You don’t share the sentiment. Embarrassed that you’re squirting so easily - and that you’re squirting at all - you cover your face.
“Thought I asked you not to do that, pretty?” he tuts, pinching your nipple as a punishment, “I wanna see that gorgeous face of yours when you squirt for me.” Sheepishly, you bring your hands back down to grip the sheets. “There she is. My gorgeous girl,” he praises, making you impossibly wetter.
“Takuma, need you inside,” you beg, now at your breaking point.
Takuma doesn’t need to be told twice. He hastily unwraps his towel to reveal his massive, leaking cock. Where was he hiding all that? And more importantly, when is he going to hide it in you?
As if to answer your thoughts, Takuma rips off your panties and hoists your legs up into a mating press position, putting your heat on display for him.
He wonders how he came from admiring you from afar to admiring your glistening cunt up close. Lauding whichever gods granted him this miracle, Takuma teases your slit with his tip.
Unable to tolerate his own stalling, he pushes into you inch by inch, finding minimal resistance due to the ample amount of your slick acting as lubricant.
“Holy shit. You feel so good, beautiful,” he moans, thrown into the thwarts of pleasure as he bottoms out. The sensation of being full of him renders you incapable of forming words to respond, you can only let out lewd whimpers.
Earlier you had wondered if you were drunk off of liquor or off of Takuma. Now it’s certain. It's definitely Takuma.
“Fuck, you’re so tight it feels like you’re trying to squeeze my dick off,” he chokes as he reluctantly pulls out of your clenching cunt. “And I would let you, pretty, I’d let you do anything,” he mindlessly rambles, slamming back in.
If he wasn’t already sure before, Takuma is now positive that he would allow you to do whatever you wanted to him - and he would do so happily.
“You’re so deep,” you whine, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure as Takuma jackhammers his meaty length into you. “It’s too much!” you claim but your cunt is arguing the opposite with how it’s greedily sucking him in. Takuma decides to listen to your cunt.
“Yeah, but you can take it. Can’t you, beautiful?” The fact that he’s currently balls-deep in your weeping pussy gives the usually nervous man a rare cockiness. “God. You say it’s too much but I don’t think your pussy agrees, she keeps trying to milk me dry.”
The way he calls you out arouses you further, causing your legs to spasm out of your control. To your horror, you squirt for a second time.
“Fuck yes, baby, squirt for me again. I fucking love how messy you are,” he groans. “You ever squirt this much for him?” jealousy twinges in his heart.
Even now, with his cock sheathed inside your pulsing cunt, Takuma can’t help but want to prove he’s better than your piece-of-shit boyfriend.
“Never!” you shake your head, eyes shut in both pleasure and shame.
“Yeah, he can’t treat you right, can he?” he rubs your clit, triggering your walls to clamp down on him as you approach your climax. “Not like me.”
“Nothing like you!”
It’s true. Sukuna can’t compare to the sheer amount of satisfaction Takuma is giving you. Your boyfriend is, frustratingly, a terribly selfish lover.
Unlike him, Takuma isn’t selfish at all, he’s very giving. He gave you a ride back to your dorm, he gave you a place to spend the night and now, he’s giving you the orgasm of your life. “Only you make me feel like this, Takuma!” you cry as you coat his cock with your cum.
That pushes him past his limit. He swiftly pulls his throbbing cock out of you, chanting your name as he sprays your sweaty, spent body with a lavish amount of his sticky cum.
Crashing down from his high, Takuma collapses on top of you. “That was fucking amazing - you’re fucking amazing,” he pants, nuzzling your neck.
It’s funny, for a ‘sleepover’, you didn’t do much sleeping.
ᯓ★ your best friend fucks you in your boyfriend's room. Cheating, sm_t, no names used, college setting, dirty talking, degradation, cunnilingus, no protection, reader is fem!
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You knew it was a bad idea to be cheating on your boyfriend.
If it wasn't worst enough that your boyfriend loves you wholeheartedly, you're also cheating on him with your best friend.
The same best friend he trusts you to be around with.
That's how you found yourself stressing in the library instead of studying for finals with your boyfriend, who's literally just beside you with headphones on. As he does his own thing and you do yours, your phone vibrates to life and you check to see who it was.
"Busy daydreaming about me?" Was displayed on the notification and almost like instinct, you close your phone.
You turn, discreetly to look at your boyfriend who luckily didn't see the message. He was too busy solving an equation to even noticed whether you were focused or not. Then that's when the message hit you.
Is he here? Right now?
You tried not to make it obvious but nevertheless it was gonna be obvious you were looking for someone the way your eyes were scanning all the faces in the room. That's when you got another notification. You opened it, this time careful with the brightness low.
"You're adorable" Then silence.
Yeah he was definitely here.
Your heart was beating fast. Maybe one of the reasons you couldn't quit this habit of infidelity was because he made it hard not to. He was the predator and you were the prey. Except you were always the wounded rabbit running back to him each time, knowing the risk that came with it.
Suddenly you see the bubbles buffer as he types. Your throat running dry as you could feel the power he had over you.
"I'm by the bookshelf at the far corner. The one with no cameras" He finally responded and almost pathetically, you got up, telling your boyfriend you were headed to the bathroom to which he nods.
He was oblivious to what you were really up to. Sometimes you hate yourself for this but you'd be lying if you said this wasn't better than anything you could've asked for.
Just as you made around the corner. You finally saw him.
Standing there as he was the human embodiment of temptation itself.
"There you are" He grinned at you, his canines practically showing.
"You've been so busy we haven't even had the time to talk" He said, his hands on your shoulder as you stared at him.
This would have been a normal conversation if it wasn't with all the things you guys have done behind your boyfriend's back.
"I couldn't sneak away. My boyfriends been forcing me to study with him every day" You said and he raises an unamused brow at you.
"That's a sad fucking excuse. What happened to the girl who snuck out of class just to fuck me, hm?" He said, not bothering to lower his voice that you quickly covered his mouth with your hand.
You glared at him, a warning look and even beneath your hand you could see his cheeky smirk. His eyes was what gave it away. The joy he was getting out of this was indescribable. Suddenly he leaned in to your ear, letting your hand linger on his lips as he spoke.
"Could you imagine, me fucking the shit out of you while your clueless boyfriend sleeps beside us, fucck, that gets me pumped up everyday" Then he reaches for your wrist and kisses the palm of your hand before gliding it atop the growing tent on his jeans.
"You wanna go? Now? To his room? It'll be fun" He said, a dangerous look in his eyes and you bit your bottom lip.
This is probably the most fun you'll have in days.
But this is also the worst thing you could ever do to someone.
"I'll meet you there" You said and his smirk grew wider. He leans in and presses a kiss on your temple before walking away
You stood there for a moment, watching his figure leave.
Shit..
You used whatever sad convincing excuse you could to your boyfriend. How your period had come and you needed a nap in his room and he just simply smiles at you, finding it cute that you wanted to be in his room specifically. That's how it lead to him handing you his keys without knowing your intentions behind it.
As you made your way down the hall with your hands gripping the strap of your bag.
You could feel the pool of excitement growing between your thighs.
A voice in your head screaming at you to stop torturing this poor guy but the rest are shouting at you to walk faster.
And faster.
And faster.
Until you saw him down the corridor where he's leaning against the wall with his hands in his pocket. He was looking around and staring at whatever the poster was showcasing about some boring event. Then the moment he heard footsteps, he turned to see you and that mischievous glint found its way back to his eyes.
"You got it?" He asked and you showed him the keys.
He laughs.
"I didn't think you were able to do it. I thought you'd chicken out" He grabs the key and from the way his hands were moving when unlocking the door.
He was just as excited as you were.
The moment the satisfying click echoes through your ears. He swings the door open to let yourself in and so you did, stepping inside cautiously as if you haven't been in here a million times.
Your boyfriend's room was messy, but messy in the way that made it appear homey. Like the way every furniture just looked right where it belongs. You looked around and the sight of your pictures hanging above the table caught your eyes.
And so did it caught his.
With the door closed, he walks over to it and leans down a bit to examine the picture. It was a photobooth photo you and your boyfriend had. You remembered how happy you were when he gifted you that teddy bear.
You wonder if it had a mouth would it have told on you from the amount of times it had seen you bend over for your best friend.
"So cute. We should get one of these one day" He said, tickling the nose of your boyfriend.
"Yeah.." You simply said and sat down on the bed.
Your tone making him tick off a bit.
"You're upset... fuck you always do this... why do you always have that stupid frown like you're being forced to do this?" He approaches you and traps you on the bed between his arms.
A sadistic look now replacing it.
"You want me to tell him?" He asked and your panicked eyes encouraged him even more.
"What if I call him right now and tell him everything we've been doing behind his back. How everytime you'd always call me when he never fucks you right... or how... you would text me the ways you want to be fucked in bed... you'd think he'd get mad at you or me?" He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, acting as though he's not technically blackmailing you right now.
"You want that? You want that sweetie? Because I can do it if you want me to" He asks and you swallowed hard.
"No" You said and he smiles, fond of your fast response.
"That's right.. because you're a whore... and you're ashamed of it even though you loove getting dicked down by your best friend" He grabs you by the jaw firmly and tilts it back for him to admire your exposed neck.
"Should I give him a present? Remind him who you really belong to?" He asks and you couldn't form a proper response.
Your mind stuck on the yes and nos.
"Fuck it, I'll just let your body tell me. You always think better when you're fucked dumb anyways" He said and lays you down on the bed. You watch as he takes off his hoodie and t shirt before tossing it somewhere in the room.
You gasp when he crashes his lips onto yours. Your hands finding its way into the curls of his hair as he poisons you with his tongue. Everytime you pulled back to get some air into your lungs, he'd grunt in protest and grab you by the neck to have your lips back onto his.
It was fast and rough.
Something your boyfriend could never give you.
Then his hands trailed underneath your shirt to caress your breast. You hum into his mouth, finding his touch intoxicating the way he was rubbing the skin. Having enough of it, his hand moved and quickly unclipped your bra. With your shirt pulled up, he leaves your swollen lips to suck on your collarbone.
"Mine" Was all he muttered as he sucked on your skin.
When his tongue started trailing circles around your hardened nipples, you whimpered as you arched your back, trying to get more of that sensation. Your reaction making him laugh while he bit gently and suckled more. His actions slowly turning you into the mess he always made you to be.
With your hands gripping his hair, he grunted before trailing his lips down to your stomach then to the growing wetness between your thighs. He stares at the jeans then at you.
"You think you deserve it?" He asked and you stare at him, you didn't have to say anything, the plead in your eyes gave it away.
He chuckles as his hands started to take it off for you. The zipper pulled down painfully slow, undoubtedly on purpose just to spite you. The moment you're in your panties, he tilts his head to examine the thin fabric now soaked in your arousal.
"Does he ever make you this wet?" He asked, his middle finger slipping under the strap of your panties, he pulls, hard, towards your stomach.
The force making you yelp when you felt the material pressed firmly against your slick.
"Are you gonna answer me or do I have to force it out of you?" He asked, tugging on the strap even harder now.
You whimpered.
"No"
Your answer feeding his ego even more now.
"That's a shame.. but.. you got me to take care of you" You watch as he lowers his body, his hands now shifted to hold your thighs apart as he presses his nose against the fabric.
He inhales deeply then let's out a lewd moan.
"Fuck—I've missed you" He said before pressing a kiss on your clit.
With your panties still in the way, he rubs the spot slowly in circles to get you to ease up, before replacing it entirely with his mouth. You sigh, out of ecstasy as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive nerve on your body. His eyes remained locked on the expressions you made.
The way you would melt into him everytime he ate you out.
It was addictive.
You jerked your hips up towards him, hoping to get more of his tongue but it just made him annoyed. He slaps your ass which had you let out a strangled moan. He laughs.
"First you hesitate and now you want more?" He slips your panties aside and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head the moment two of his fingers slid inside of you. His fingers moving easily thanks to your wet arousal acting as lube.
Soon, the room was filled with your breathy moans and the squelching sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you. He shifts and presses his chest against yours so he could kiss you again. With the pleasure eating your brain, you could barely compose yourself to kiss him back.
Then you felt his fingers curl as much as he could against the gummy warms inside you. He looks down at you when you let out an erotic moan, shameless if anyone next door would hear.
"Oooh that's right— you love it when I ruin you" He cooed and you nodded like a puppet.
His hands moved faster, his fingers basically fucking you brutally with his palms slamming into your sensitive clit each time. He could feel you start to clench, your moans louder and your face more fucked out than before. He hums, amused at the sight.
"D—Don't stop! Fuuuck— ah!" You held onto his arms as you felt your orgasm come and he grins, his hand moving hastily before completely pulling out.
You look at him, a betrayed expression as though he had killed your dog.
He doesn't say anything but stare back as he licked his fingers clean of your juices.
"You actually thought I was gonna let you come?" He asked, a genuine question and maybe it was because of the absence of the build-up but you sobbed, both frustrated and disappointed.
He laughs.
"Ohh you little shit" He leans in and kisses your face affectionately. The very few moments where he was ever this gentle with you.
Then you noticed his eyes flickered towards something. You shifted to see he was staring at a green hoodie sitting atop the laundry. Without wasting a second, he picks it up and sniffs it once.. then inhaling it long before letting out a sigh.
"Smells just like your sweet sweet boyfriend" Suddenly after a moment of contemplating, he puts it on and you could only watch in confusion, wondering about what he's trying to do.
When he finally notices you're watching, he places his index finger against his lips, shushing you to keep this a secret. Impatiently, he takes off the fabric that has been clinging uncomfortable tight on his bottom half. You sigh when your eyes laid upon his painful erection already dripping in his own pre.
"Come on, take off your clothes" He motions and it didn't take long for you to oblige.
He stands there, watching you strip as he fiddles with the hoodie string in his mouth. His eyes admiring every curve and skin like you were putting on a show just for him. By the time you were done, you watched in anticipation when he slowly got back on the bed, the mattress sinking under his body weight.
"You're so cute when you're like this" He said, grabbing you gently by the chin while he settles himself between your thighs.
You moan when you felt him rubbing the tip of his throbbing cock against your dripping slit. He was big. Definitely big compared to your boyfriend. Maybe that's why you always let him get away with insulting you so much.
Because he always knew how to make up for it.
You gasped in satisfaction as he slowly nudges inside of you. Every inch and vein stretching you out just right. Right as you were about to close your eyes, your head bounced back up when you smelt something familiar. Your boyfriend's scent. Your hands cling to his arms. The fabric of the hoodie under your fingertips.
He notices your expression and chuckles.
"You wish it was him? Hm? Wish he was the one doing all of this to you?" He asked as his pelvis is now pressed close to yours.
You tried to speak but with the way he was making you feel so full. You simply just shake your head.
"Why not? I thought you love him" He asked and you whined when you felt him pull back before slowly thrusting inside.
"Or do you love me more? Love how I'd tease you in public" You moan when he pulls out then thrusted back, this time harder than the first.
His hips picking up the momentum as he drills inside you. Your moans completely muffled by your boyfriend's hoodie, letting your mind be reminded of him as you inhaled the scent. With the brutal force of his thrusts, your body helplessly rocked against him while the bed shuffled under the sheer pressure of everything.
"You remember when we were— haah— a-at dinner? You tried to talk and act like a g—good girlfriend but... fuuuck... little did they know you were squirming and gushing all over that vibrator huuh—" He pants, trying to finish his sentence as best as he could.
You whimpered, remembering the position he had put you that night. It was embarrassing but you didn't fight it. Rather you enjoyed the way he tortured you. How when everyone was ready to leave, he simply pulled you in a goodbye hug, whispering into your ear his room number.
All just for you.
"Ooh— your pussy clenched. You like that huh?" He laughs before having a loud moan be ripped out of his throat.
You look at him, head dazed of pleasure and eyes half lidded. The sight of your best friend thrusting inside you, his arms caging you with his body swallowing yours. It was all too much when he started rolling his hips to hit that sensitive spot of yours.
The feel of his muscles tensing under your touch made you squirm.
"You're my pretty girl... only mine... " He mumbled with his hand stroking your hair.
"No matter — Mmm! — How many boyfriends you get. You're always gonna crawl... your way... back to my lap" He said, no, ordered and you nodded.
He grins seeing you agree before he kisses you on the lips.
With the way the tip of his cock continued hitting your cervix each time he slammed his hips, it drew both of you closer to your limit. How your walls were clenching him had his thrusts started to grow sloppy, he whimpers while he nuzzles his face onto your hair. His body weight colliding into yours hard enough to make your body jump.
"Fuckfuckfuck—!" He uttered repeatedly.
The room now mixed with both your moans alongside the sound of the bed squeaking aggressively. You scream out of pleasure when your orgasm comes crashing down. He groans, his body going stilled as he buried balls deep inside you. His cock twitching aggressively while his hot cum flooded your insides in thick spurts.
It was quiet, the room now just full of heavy breathing and tired moans.
The moment the pleasure finally eases out. He hums, exhausted then slowly pulls out. You whined when you felt the mixture of your juices and his cum leaking out of you, the fluid dripping down from your thighs and then on the bed. He looks at the sight then back at you, chest heaving and close to drifting off to sleep.
"My girl" He leans down, kissing you softly on the cheek.
Whether if your boyfriend walks in on you guys now. It's something you can stress about later.
Lando is definitely the type of person to convince you it’s not cheating if it’s only the tip and who are you to deny him, he then gets so lost in it and sudden his whole cock is filling you up.
i never thought of making smuts lmao but i kinda wanna, so i hope you'll like it.
yn - your name
yfn1 - your friend(1)'s name
yfn2 - your friend(2)'s name
ycn - your crush's name
ybn - your boyfriend's name
ycgn - your crush's girlfriend's name
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summer is almost over, yet youre still not done with all this school work.
you sighed as you scroll past the photos your classmates posted from their vacation. its been long since you met your boyfriend too,
so you called him up, to plan a meet. he didnt pickup.
you saw your phone beeping from texts from your friend.
yfn1: hey yn, wanna go out tomorrow? a new club opened nearby.
you: sure! will it be just the two of us?
yfn1: no no. it will be me, you, yfn2 and ycn.
you felt your heart beating a bit faster.
you: ycgn wont come?
yfn1: no shes busy.
you: okay then.
yfn1:👍
but you couldnt stop your heart racing, just by the thought of his presence near you. the guilt of having a crush on someone else, whilst being in a relationship was eating you up. but luckily yoir boyfriend was pretty understanding, so he understood your problem and let you go to the club.
you knew it was wrong,
~
The next day;
you got in his car, as he took the shotgun. you couldn't help but stare at his veiny arm, and his hazel eyes. "so yn, are you done with school work?"
you were so distracted by him, that you ignored the question your friend asked.
"yn are you okay?"
you startled, and nodded as a response.
you all reached the club after an hour. the music was loud, your felt your whole body vibrating, as the music blasted at its full volume.
"hey yn, do you want a drink?" he asked, you nodded, and said "just order a beer for me, i dont want to get drunk."
he nodded, and ordered two beers for him and you. your guilt was haunting you, as your boyfriend's face came to your mind. 'i shouldnt, why do i like him? i shouldnt...why..why..no.'
you felt your stomachs forming knots. a sudden nauseous feeling took over your body, just from imagining your boyfriend's face. 'i shouldnt, and i wont.'
"yn are you okay?" ycn asked, he looked concerned. "hm" you said, as you gulped down the beer. the sweet taste of the beer filled your mouth, as you talked to ycn about yourself and other things you were curious about.
"ycn look, he looks like he got laid or something" you laughed as you saw a random guy passing by, who looked extremely proud and happy, judging from his facial expressions.
"how did you know he was drunk?" ycn asked smirking at you. "experience." you replied, taking a sip of your beer. "well what kind of experience?" ycn raised his eyebrows, as he smirked at you. "ummm blowjob probably. ybn and i didnt go that far yet"
you looked away as he smirked at you more,
"show me the kind of experience you have.", judging from his words and tone, you thought he was joking. so you laughed and played along. "sure, unzip and i'll show you my godly skills."
"oh yea? then get down the chair." you were a bit shook, but you didnt show that. "sure mister. open up first."
"hey yn and ycn!" you heard your other two friends calling you. you two talked to them, and ordered food.
you and ycn sat beside eachother. "feed me" ycn said. you laughed and took your spoon. he stopped you and said "no no, with your hand"
you were a bit shy, but anyways you fed him with your hands, but there was something strange. you felt him sucking your fingers slightly. you pulled your hand out, and blushed.
"my turn!" he fed you, but to your reflex, you bit his finger. "that hurts moron", he said hitting you playfully. you hit him back. he accidentally touched your thigh, you blushed a bit,
"that was by mistake. im sorry" he said
"its okay, dont worry about it" you smiled at him.
"hey guys do you know where the washroom is?", you asked.
"i do.", ycn replied. "shall i escort you milady?" he said.
you laughed and nodded.
"hey" ycn said,
"yeah?" you replied from the washroom.
"do you want me to come in?" he joked, you played and said.
to your surprise, he did actually come in.
"what are you doing ycn?" you asked. he pinned you against the wall, you could feel his alcholic breath, hitching against your neck, as he stared deep into your eyes. you felt him leaning in closer, 'this is wrong'. 'i shouldnt do it'. 'i cant hurt ybn, but it feels weirdly right'.
for a second you gave in yourself, after battling in your mind. "haha gotch ya!". ycn laughed, as he smiled in victory.
"god youre such an idiot." you said. "noo youuu." ycn snickered back at you, as he laughed at your flustered face.
you were glad he didnt do it, but deep down you wanted him to.
"what took you two so long?" your friends asked. you laughed and said "oh we were having a quickie."
ycn nodded and smirked at you.
"hey yn" ycn called you, "mhm?" you said as you feasted on the noodles on your plate. "how are your legs so smooth? what do you use?"
you almost spat out your food, you replied "eh i dont use anything, except my razor."
ycn nodded in response.
"hey dont waste the food" you said, as you saw few pieces of meet on the plate. "do you want it ycn?" you asked.
"yes" ycn replied, "but only if you feed it to me.......with your mouth."
you were kinda flustered. there was a sudden rush of excitement, to feel his lips, but the guilt held you back.
"no no" you said,
"then", he took a piece of meat in his mouth, and put it in your mouth. you blushed hard, as you felt his lips brushing against yours.
"do you wanna take pics?" he asked. you nodded.
he wrapped his hand around his shoulder, and pulled you in. you felt warm, you could hear his heart beating rhythmatically.
it was around 8pm now,
"hey, my mom will kill me if i dont go soon. wanna go together?" you asked.
he nodded and booked a cab for you two.
"hey, you know.." he said, and leaned in closer, and kissed your cheek lightly. "youre attractive, the most attractive person ive ever met."
he leaned in, and slipped in his tongue in your mouth. you savoured every inch of his mouth, as he slid his hand under your shirt, and squeezed your breast. "this feels right, but..."
"ma'am is this your stop?" the cab driver's words broke the heat in the air. you nodded, and opened the door for yourself.
"i'll miss you yn" he said, kissing your lips for ome last time, "i'll miss you too", you whispered, as you hugged him as hard as you could for one last time, before bidding him a final farewell.
you took a heavy breath, as you walked towards your house, the guilt of cheating and being in love with someone else, made you feel sick.
but at the same time,
it all felt so right.
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The next morning;
you were having the worst migrane ever, you sighed as you snuck in some aspirins in your bedroom.
the memories from last night, made you feel light, as you gulped down the bitter aspirin.
you: hey! did you reach home safely?
ycn: yeah. you?
you: yeah. sorry for not asking sooner, i passed out.
ycn: its cool.
you: so you remember last night?
ycn: what about it?
you: what you told me?
ycn: ??
you: no nevermind, my bad, i mixed you with someone else.
ycn: hm, take care.
you: yeah, you too.
you felt your heart breaking,
you felt nauseous,
you were numb.
you fell in love,
you lived your dream.
but whats the price?
a bittersweet after-taste of the alcohol.
no memories from the night,
you two confessed.
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A/N (author's note):
Hey guys! hope that you will like it. comment if you want a part 2 or a continuation,
Welcome back to the KinanaBinks General Hospital. It looks like you and Dr. Barnes are getting along well, doc. How downright evil could two people get?
request: so like ripping of greys here but you've been in a thing with Steve or Bucky and you're going at it in a call room and the other one knowing what you've been doing knocks on said door and tells them their wife is here [anon]
content warning: doctor!bucky x doctor!reader, adultery, reader and bucky are terrible, terrible people with no morals, smut (sub!bucky x dom!reader, cheating, mommy kink, penetrative sex), glamorization of cheating/homewrecking.
You're a hero. The epitome of a good person. Every single day, you dedicate yourself to saving lives, no matter how emotionally or physically debilitating it may be.
So surely you deserve to have a little fun, too?
'Pure evil' is how the ER's night receptionist, Steve, describes the relationship between you and Doctor Barnes. He knows what the two of you get up to on the empty beds and in the supply closets, and he doesn't let you forget it.
Secretly, he loves that he gets paid to witness some real-life Grey's Anatomy-esque drama, but he'll still shoot you a judgmental glare whenever he catches you limping after getting railed, and roll his eyes with disgust when he smells your obnoxiously odorous shampoo on Bucky. Despite his judgment, Steve does well to keep your dirty little secret.
"Haven't fucked you in so long," Bucky whimpers as he rubs his hard cock against your soaking pussy. "Need you so bad."
It has been exactly three days since your last romp with him.
You rest your arms on his shoulder and let out a sigh. "You're spoilt."
He pouts and rests his forehead against yours. "I've been in surgery for the past four hours. Please, mommy, make me feel good."
What a bastard. He knows you have a soft spot for him, and that whenever he asks for soothing, you'd rather die than refuse him.
"Go ahead, baby," You instruct him smoothly, tangling your fingers in his hair. "Fuck me."
A shuddered breath leaves his mouth and with your permission, he inches his swollen cock into your cunt, his eyes fluttering shut. He groans as he bottoms out, filling you up with his thick shaft.
"That's my good boy," You praise him softly, smiling up at him.
He melts at your words, and immediately begins fucking you hard. Feening for your approval, he plays with your hard nipples and kisses you deeply, needing to make you happy.
"So good," You whine against his lips. "Always make me feel so good, Buck."
His hips move faster, an intense desperation hanging onto his actions. With a whimper, his head falls into your neck, his voice meek. "Your pussy feels fucking amazing wrapped around my cock, mommy."
You let out a melodic moan, one that harmonises with his low growls. His eyes are hungry and you know what he needs from you before he says the words.
"Kiss me, mommy," He implores you, tightly gripping your hips in his big hands. "Please."
Pulling his face towards yours, you let out a whimper as he hits your g-spot. "Oh, baby," You cry out, before swallowing his groan with a kiss.
Bucky is always a desperate kisser. He needs to taste you, to dance with your tongue, to steal your breath until you're lightheaded. Sometimes you think he'd much prefer to just kiss you for an hour than actually have sex.
"You feel so good, mommy," He moans, keeping his chest pressed to yours as his face falls into your neck. "So warm and t-tight around me."
"You're doing so good for me, baby," You praise him, lifting his head to meet his eyes. "Making mommy so proud."
His face lights up at your words. Ardently, he kisses you, and you can feel him smiling into it. Delighted whimpers leave his mouth as his cock pounds in and out of you faster.
"You," Bucky begins, breathing heavily as he cups your face. "You're amazing."
You laugh between moans, loving how drunk on sex you can make him. It's as though you're the only thing that matters in the world when he's like this; submissive and dazed.
"Mommy," He cries, his whiny voice making your cunt throb around him. "Wanna cum inside you, mommy."
There's no way you can refuse him, too high on pleasure to care about the consequences. Besides, you can just get a morning-after pill from the pharmacy downstairs.
"Do it, baby," You order, bringing your fingers down to your clit and rubbing fast circles onto it. "Cum inside me, like the good boy you are."
He grunts like an animal against your neck, and you can feel your own orgasm begin to grow. Just as you're about to let go, though, there's a harsh knock on the door.
Bucky stops thrusting, a confused look on his softened face.
"What the fuck?" You mutter under your breath.
"Doctor Barnes?" Steve's muffled voice calls out. "If you're in there, your wife is here to see you." You can hear the bitterness in his tone.
"Shit," You hiss, taking Bucky's cock out of you and hurriedly pulling up your pants.
"No," He whines softly, taking hold of your hand. "Please, mommy-"
"Listen to me, Jamie," You say gently, cupping his face in your hands. "We can continue this later, okay?"
He pouts, clinging onto your shirt. "Promise?"
"I promise, my pretty baby," You vow, giving him one last kiss before fixing his hair and taking your lip balm off his lips. Once you both look slightly less fucked out, you slowly open the door and leave the closet.
There stands Steve with narrow eyes and pursed lips. "Have fun?"
"Fuck off, Rogers," You grumble, rolling your eyes. "We were just checking out the supplies, alright?"
Steve lets out a huff before storming away. Bucky squeezes your butt as his one last act of physical touch before you'll have to go back to being professional coworkers.
His wife is waiting in the break room, so you attempt to go straight to the toilets- but then, she calls out your name.
"Hey, Doctor Y/L/N!" Stella says with a grin, waving at you from the doorway. "Do you have a second?"
You share a blank look with Bucky who walks over to her, greeting her with a quick kiss. Following him, you try not to notice the way she clings to him.
"Hi, Mrs. Barnes," You say with a polite smile. "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine," She replies sweetly, while Bucky just stares at you. "I was just wondering if you're free this Saturday?"
You tilt your head in contemplation. "Uh, this Saturday? Why, what's up?"
An excited look grows on her face as she holds Bucky's arm tighter. "My colleagues and I are throwing a fundraiser in the park. There's gonna be a barbecue, games, little stalls. I'd love it if you could come!"
Bucky's gaze burns into you. A mischievous look grows on his features as his lips curl up slightly, as though he's daring you to say yes.
"That sounds fun," You grin. "I'll be there!"
You've never been one to back down from a dare.
"Great!" Stella exclaims, her face lighting up, before she glances up at her husband. "You know, I'm so glad that Buck's found such nice friends at work. The last hospital he worked at was such a bore."
"Well, this one is anything but," You joke, before nudging Bucky's arm. "We have fun all the time, don't we, Doctor Barnes?"
"Oh, absolutely," He replies smoothly, his eyes glued to yours. "Good thing I have Doctor Y/L/N here to keep me in check."
"Is that right?" Stella asks, raising a brow. "You're the sensible one, then?"
"That's Y/N, all right," He says with a smirk. "Such a mommy, aren't you?"
Your heart races at his question, and you let out a laugh. "Watch yourself, Barnes."
"Oops," Bucky shoots you a wink. "Gonna punish me, mommy?"
Stella giggles, completely unaware of the bubbling sexual tension between you.
In utter disbelief, you take a step back and let out a heavy sigh, trying to bite back your smile. "I have to get back to work. It was nice seeing you, Mrs. Barnes."
"You, too!" She calls out as you walk away.
You give Bucky a nod of greeting, and he responds with a sly wink. Boy, the trouble he's gonna get you in one day.
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warnings: smut, dirty talk, implication of cheating on a spouse
You meet a stranger in a bar, and immediately hit it it off.
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You knew walking into that bar was asking for trouble.
It had been a while, but something about taking that path up to the wooden doors felt familiar. The way your feet would land on the same spots they'd land all those years ago; before you became domesticated and tamed.
Turns out, domesticated and tamed could get boring.
Boredom quickly translated into annoyance, until you and your husband finally blew up at one another, screaming about how much you regretted the day you met. Trying to one-up each other in the game of pain.
And so here you were. You could have promised yourself that you'd only have one drink, but you were done with lying to yourself.
"Steady on there, sweetheart," A deep voice came from two stools down, making you roll your eyes.
"Don't worry, old man, I can handle my liquor," You assured him with a wave of your hand as though to shoo him away.
"Old man?" He repeated, the smirk evident in his tone. "Come on, now, I've already had a rough night. Don't need to be insulted by you, too."
You finally turned to face him, your eyes immediately drawn to the vast number of empty glasses that sat on the bar before him. Snorting, you shook your head. "I don't think it's me you should be worrying about, old man." He most definitely wasn't old, but it was fun to tease him. Someone as textbook handsome as him would have received compliments his whole life; it wouldn't hurt to humble him.
"What, this?" He asked, gesturing to the glasses. "This is nothing, sweetheart. Just another failed attempt to get her damn voice out of my head."
Eying him curiously, you decided to bite. "Lose your girl?"
"Worse," He grumbled. "Married her."
You snorted, lifting up a shot of vodka. "I hear that, old man." Bringing the shot back down again, you downed it, ignoring the hot burn as it rushed down your throat.
"You're married, too?" He asked, surprise subtly laced with the calmness of his voice.
"Mhm," You confirmed, absentmindedly twisting the wedding band around your ring finger. "Seven years, now."
"So, what did your man do to drive you down to this dusty old bar?" He questioned you, tapping his finger on the bar lightly. "Must have been something bad for you to withstand the pervs and watered down bourbon."
"Watered down bourbon is safer; I won't get as drunk," You informed him. "And the pervs raise my self-esteem."
His eyebrows raised for a second. "Ah. So your husband neglected you."
You shook your head, "He bored me."
The man's head tilted while he took in your words. "Oh."
"What about your wife?" You asked, putting the spotlight onto him. "What did she do that makes this place better than home?"
He tapped his finger on the side of his glass. "She stopped telling me she loves me."
His words took you by surprise, making you look back down to your drink. "You don't seem the type who needs to be hearing that all the time."
"Not all the time," He agreed, before shrugging. "Once in a while would be nice, though."
You took your half-empty glass of bourbon and stretched it out towards him. "Here's to having shitty spouses."
He brought his own glass to yours and they clinked together, before you each finished off your drinks. "You know," He began. "If I was your husband, you wouldn't get the chance to even think of a place like this."
You raised an eyebrow at his arrogance. "No?"
"Only the finest hotel bars for you," He said, making you laugh.
"If you're so well off, why did you choose such a dingy bar to get drunk in?" You questioned him. "You should be up in central; in the Ritz-Carlton, drinking a Rothschild in an expensive suit."
He smirked at your words, amused while smoothing down his suit jacket. "At least I'm ticking one of those boxes."
"That is a nice suit," You said, looking him up and down before meeting his eyes again. "Wife choose it?" He confirmed with a nod, making you laugh. "She has good taste."
"She married me, didn't she?" He asked with a chuckle.
"To return your kind words; if I was your wife, you'd never get a chance to sit in a bar alone," You said truthfully, feeling a stir in your core. Your voice had lowered, and you knew that he could tell why.
"Well, I wish I'd have met you seven years ago, instead," He muttered, making you swallow. "We'd have been on a constant honeymoon."
You laughed at his words. "I'm sure we would have." Trying to keep calm while he got up and instead sat in the stool right beside you, you kept your eyes on your empty glass.
"The Ritz bar isn't all that," He commented, his hand slowly making its way to rest on your lower back. Lowering his lips to your ears, his voice dropped to a whisper. "But the honeymoon suite is magnificent."
Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart thumping. Were you really capable of doing this?
"It gets a little lonely, staying in that big bed alone," He purred, making your legs squeeze together. "And to see you in it would be nothing short of absolutely fucking perfect."
In that moment, it was decided. You were absolutely capable of doing this.
He held out his hand and you took it, the both of you slipping out of the dark bar and onto the lamplit streets. You let him take you around the other side of the building where a black Range Rover sat silently, coming to life when he placed his hand on the door handle of the back seat.
Knowing he was the type of man to book the Ritz honeymoon suite just to sleep in it alone, you didn't question why he had a chauffeur. You climbed in and he got in after you, the leather seats allowing you to comfortably sink down.
"Where to, Sir?" The driver asked, meeting your eyes in the mirror before she quickly looked back to the road, cheeks tinging red.
"Back to the Ritz, Angie," He replied, before leaning back on the seat. She began to drive, while you sat, squirming with both nerves and excitement. "You okay?" He asked you, to which you nodded.
His hand rested on your bare knee, making your stomach flutter. Music played from the radio on a low volume, filling the car with a pleasant melody. After a few minutes, his hand slowly inched upwards, his hand squeezing down ever so slightly around your thigh. When you looked at him, he was casually looking out of the window to his right, as though he wasn't purposely making your pussy wetter than ever.
"Any traffic ahead, Ang?" He asked innocently while his fingers trailed even further up, until his pinky was making contact with your panties.
"Nothing on the map," She replied brightly. "Roads are as clear as day; I've never seen the city center so bare. It's like the stars have aligned, Sir."
"Indeed they have," He said coyly, while you desperately tried to pull his hand just an inch away from your needy cunt. His hand didn't budge, driving you crazy as his finger softly rubbed over your panties. Your clit tingled at the slight sensation, begging for some more stimulation. Before he could give you what you wanted, though, you had arrived at your destination.
"You can have the rest of the night off, Angie," The man commented while opening his door and stepping out. "I'll call you in the morning."
"Got it, Sir," She said while you clambered out of the car, not being able to reach that damn suite fast enough.
Taking your hand, he led you into the hotel lobby which was awe-striking. While you rode up in the elevator, though, you realized something.
"Wait," You began, pulling on his arm. "I don't even your name."
A smug look rested on his features, making you wonder whether he'd suit any other state of being. "My name is Walker."
He was lying. You could tell that he was lying through his teeth. But you understood why a rich, married man might have wanted to keep his identity a secret from the woman he was about to engage in adulterous activities with. In turn, you lied back to him. "Nice to meet you, Walker. I'm Mia."
"Mia," He repeated, just as the doors opened with a ding. "That's a pretty name. Suits you."
Walker pulled you out of the elevator and towards the end of the corridor, where a large brown door stood. It was already fancier than the other rooms simply from the outside, making you thrilled to see the interior.
Unlocking the door with his key card, Walker let you enter before him, the door clicking shut behind you. He flicked on the lights and you were amazed at the scene. It wasn't the best hotel room you had ever been in, but it was up there.
The bed itself was huge and circular, with teal silk sheets. Curtains hung around the bed, tucked back and held at their poles. A cream rug lay on the floor with teal details, matching the walls and furniture, a golden chandelier above your head.
"Understand what I meant by magnificent?" Walked asked you while wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. "Like it was designed with you in mind."
"I thought they only hired these rooms out to couples," You mumbled, your eyes incredibly satisfied by the perfection of every last detail. No color seemed out of place, no pattern was distracting, and everything meticulously complimented and drew the eye to the bed.
"I know the manager," He answered, his hands slowly slipping under your shirt and stroking your hips. "She owes me a hundred favors, and this is the best way to cash them in."
"I don't doubt it," You mused, turning around to face him. Taking a moment to appreciate his beauty, your eyes scanned every millimeter of his skin. His cheeks were tinged with pink, making him look more innocent than you knew he was. His lips full and inviting, begging you to kiss them. And his blue eyes held you in a way you'd never been held before; wholly and without touch.
"You really are beautiful," He mumbled, slightly swaying you so slowly, that neither of you had even realized you were moving. His hand moved up cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. "He should be addicted to appreciating you."
You leaned upwards, your lips in touching distance of his. "And she should make sure you know how worthy you are."
Before anything else could be said, your lips crashed together, molding perfectly. It wasn't long before your tongues met, stroking against each other and making you whimper into his mouth. Walker's hands moved down to your ass and he lifted you up into his arms, carrying you over to the bed where he dropped you down. You landed with a slight bounce, kicking off your shoes and crawling backwards.
"I was right," He breathed out, standing over you with a dark look in his eyes. "Fucking perfect."
You laughed before taking his hand and pulling him down with you, needing to feel his hands touching your skin again. He complied with your unspoken need, removing your top and skirt, leaving you in your underwear. While he removed his own clothes, you reached up to untie the curtains on both sides and pulled them around the bed, casting you both in slight darkness.
"What's that for?" Walker asked you with a smirk, taking off his belt.
You took your place under him again, offering him a small smile. "Now it feels like the people out there don't matter. Right now, it's just the two of us."
Your words made his cocky smirk grow into a warm smile, his eyes shyly downcast while he pulled off his pants. When his bare legs touched yours, they covered you in his warmth, making you feel at home. His lips finally met yours again in an fervent kiss, wet with spit and urgency. You felt his gold chain pooling on your collarbones, making you shiver.
Without any warning, his bulge was pressed to your pussy, the thin layers of each of your underwear only making you need him more as you moaned. "That's it," He whispered into your ear, his hands gripping your hips. "Moan for me, just like that."
His sly tone made you buck your hips up to meet his, your pussy yearning for some kind of stimulation. Thankfully, Walker knew how badly you needed it, granting you some relief when he slipped his hand underneath your panties. You gasped as his finger made contact with your clit, rubbing soft, slow circles onto it.
"Yes," You breathed out, throwing your head back against the pillow. "That feels so good."
"Mmm," He groaned into your ear, making your eyes roll back. "You're so fucking wet for me, baby."
"I want- I want you to," You could barely string together a coherent sentence, your mind muddled. "Please."
"What do you want me to do?" He asked teasingly, knowing exactly what you wanted.
"Please," You whispered, your breath hitching.
"Use your words," He ordered you, pulling his head back to meet his eyes. His fingers were still toying with your clit, his jaw clenching. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
You swallowed before taking in a deep breath, mustering up all the strength you had left. "I want you to fuck me, Sir."
He let out a long sigh, his head throwing back as he groaned. Looking back down at you, he used his knees to spread your legs apart, burying his own between them. Once there, he pulled down his underwear, causing his thick, hard cock to spring out. He rubbed his thumb over the tip, which was leaking with pre-cum. Lifting his thumb to your lips, he watched intensely as you opened your mouth, sucking it clean.
"Good girl," He praised you with an arrogant smirk. "Are you ready for my cock, baby?"
You nodded eagerly, to which he chuckled. Watching him direct his veiny dick towards your glistening pussy, you held your breath, your heart racing. His tip slowly slipped through your entrance before his shaft stretched you out, making you cry out. He let out a groan before falling down onto you, his head in your neck while his dick sat inside you, where it belonged.
Without moving his hips at all, he began to take off your bra before throwing it to the side. His mouth then began sucking on your breast, stealing the air from your lungs. You were frozen with pleasure; the feeling of being stuffed with his cock while his tongue played with your hardened nipple better than anything you had ever before experienced.
His eyes opened and he looked up at you, his eyebrows raised in the way that was asking for your approval. With the shock of pleasure that had overrun you, you couldn't find your voice, but he was a man that needed to understand just how good he was making you feel.
"That feels amazing," You managed to stammer out, your hands tangling through his brown hair. "I think I might-"
You were surprised to feel a build up in your core, despite the fact that he hadn't yet moved his hips. His dick was buried inside you, still and unmoving besides from its throbs. You soon realized that, just by playing with your nipples, Walker was bringing you to orgasm, making your heart skip a beat. His mouth swapped over to the other breast while his fingers stimulated the wet one, pulling and twisting on it. Expertly, he applied continuous pressure, never once stopping his service, allowing your orgasm to build up. Had he stopped for breath for even one second, the progress would be lost, and you hoped with everything you had that he was aware of that fact.
His teeth grazed your nipple, and you let out a moan of approval, prompting him to bite it harder. Your heartbeat sped up, your hands pulling on his hair, your mind overtaken by bliss. And then, in an instant, you were cumming. All over his cock.
This was what he wanted, and the proud smirk on his lips told you that as he raised his head up. He groaned as your pussy clenched around his dick, squeezing and throbbing while he remained still. His eyes shut, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Oh, fuck," He muttered, his mouth open as he breathed heavily.
"Oh, my God," You moaned breathlessly, feeling like you were on another planet.
His head fell forward again, his forehead leaning against yours. "That was so good, baby, you did so well."
You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to please him, over and over again. It thrilled you to know you had made him happy, this most angelic of men who lay on top of you.
Just before you had fully recovered from your orgasm, Walker began to slowly rut his hips, finally beginning to fuck you. The sound of his dick sloppily thrusting into your soaking pussy filled the room, making your toes curl.
"Your pussy is so soft and wet for me," He groaned into your ear, making you quiver. "You're gonna milk my cock fucking dry, aren't you baby?"
"Yes, Sir," You replied obediently, wrapping your arms around his neck, wanting to keep him as close to you as possible.
He chuckled at the nickname, kissing you sweetly before pulling away. "What did I do to deserve you?"
You smiled up at him, using your legs to wrap around his torso and pull him further into you. "Everything."
Just as your eye contact was getting intense, he pulled out of you, his face void of emotion. "Get on your hands and knees for me."
You immediately obeyed him, turning onto your stomach before pulling up your knees and lifting your ass up in the air. Before you even had the chance to take in a breath, a harsh slap was given to your ass, making you gasp. Walker then placed his cock back at your pussy, slowly sliding it in. Your face dug into the silk pillow as he began to fuck you, harder and faster than before. His hands tightly gripped your hips, keeping you in place while his dick thrusted in and out of you, making you cry out with pleasure.
He let out animalistic grunts while pummeling in and out of you, the headboard shaking with each movement. You could have stayed this way forever; being used as his fucktoy.
"Fuck, baby," He groaned loudly before you felt him fall forward onto your back, your legs slightly straightening out. His weight rested on you, one of his hands remaining on your hip while the other moved up pull the hair out of your face which rested on its side. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, his thrusts slowing down. His strong arms wrapped tightly around you, keeping you firmly locked in place beneath him while he fucked into you, hard and slow.
While his lips placed chaste kisses to your face, one of his hands trailed down your body until it found your pussy. Once there, his fingers were placed back onto your clit, but the circles he rubbed into it were faster this time. "Do you want my cum, baby?" He asked you teasingly, making you moan loudly.
"Yes, Sir," You replied, your hands fisting the silk sheets. "Please."
"Then be my angel like I know you can be, and cum for me again," He ordered you with a mumble, his lips at your ear. "I need you to cum around my cock, just like you did before."
You shuddered, your orgasm speedily making its way to the surface.
"Can you do that for me, baby?" He questioned you, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared his own orgasm. "Can you be a good girl and cum for me?"
"Yes," You cried out, before finally feeling the burst of relief for the second time that night. He continued rubbing your clit, making your stomach convulse as you shook and quaked, your breath stolen as you came hard. Walker thrusted once more before filling you with his hot cum, a loud groan and a string of curses leaving his mouth. You shivered when you felt his cock pulling out of you and resting against your ass.
"Fuck," He grunted, holding you in his arms while you both came down from your highs.
Once you had some energy, you slowly turned around to face him, your eyelids fluttering as you looked up at him. A lazy grin adorned his lips while he looked back down at you, his eyes half-shut as his chest heaved.
"I think," You began as he fell to the bed beside you, both of you looking up to the ceiling. "I think that's the best we've ever done."
He looked over to you and chuckled, "I told you it'd be a good idea."
You frowned, facing him. "I thought I came up with it."
Anakin shook his head, "You wanted the whole 'Doctor-Patient' thing."
Smirking, you tapped his nose. "Can you blame me, Doctor Skywalker?"
Rolling his eyes, he looked back up to the ceiling. "I'm a doctor every other day."
Your smile faltered and you turned away from him. "You're also an unhappy husband every other day."
"I'm not unhappy, Y/N," He insisted, taking your hand and linking your fingers together.
"Neither am I," You promised, your voice low. "I think the marriage counsellor was right, and we just need to talk some more."
"I think you're right," Anakin agreed, lifting up your linked hands and placing a gentle kiss to the back of yours.
Remembering your earlier conversation in the bar, you leaned toward him and kissed his cheek. "You know I love you, don't you? And you don't bore me."
"I know," He answered, meeting your eyes. "And you know that nothing could ever make me regret the day we met?"
"What about the day we got married?" You asked quietly.
He smiled, wrapoing his arm around you. "Best day of my life."
