dbf!Simon Riley who has always kinda just been around. Your father and him have been good friends for years, always coming over and hanging with the family, no one minds. You’ve always been comfortable with him, interested in his company and found him attractive of course.
dbf!Simon Riley who can’t help but start to notice you more so as you’ve gotten older and become of age. Well, he always thought you were endearing and a sweet girl, never in a creepy way- but now that you’ve developed into a 20 something, he sees you in a new light. You’re the same way but with him too. Sure, you’ve had your little fantasies about the older man, but now as a grown woman you were determined to be seen different, and now to act on them.
dbf!Simon Riley who agreed to come over on his motorcycle one summer day and help your dad with his truck. Only, your father had to run and aid with work, asking you to help Simon with whatever he may need. Leaving the two of you alone together, a hot, sweaty Simon shirtless before you and yourself in a little sundress. Truly intentional on both sides.
dbf!Simon Riley who comes into the living room to ask for some water, just in his jeans. The sight makes you shift in your seat on the couch, twisting your legs together to help alleviate the ache between them. Fuck, he looks so good. You wonder how he’s never been married in all these years, cause certainly you can’t have been the only interested party.
dbf!Simon Riley who watches as you writhe on the couch, trying desperately as to not gawp at him. Yet he makes an effort to let you know he’s very much interested. You’re alone together, you two know each other well enough, you’re hot, he’s hot - why not? He’s wanted you for longer than he would care to admit. He just needs you to make the first move over him. Especially with your dad, him not wanting to be creepy and all... but Simon very much wants you.
dbf!Simon Riley who never breaks his gaze on you, watching as your eyes darted everywhere to the floor to his defined arms, to the door to his pants. It makes him smirk at how coy you're being with him, but he's not a patient man today.
dbf!Simon Riley who approaches you from across the room, your eyes shooting up to meet his. They widen as he kneels before you, his toned stomach just pressing against your knees, as if he's asking to be let in. You're embarrassed as you slowly spread them for him, a clear wet spot outlined on your panties. But Simon can only cuss under his breath at the sight, fuck- just for him? He feels like a lucky man indeed. He leans in closer to you, hovering just above your lips, daring you to please make this a reality. Finally, the man you've dreamed of after all this years, he wants you too. So how could you be expected to resist?
dbf!Simon Riley who moans into your mouth at your contact, pushing you back onto the couch until you're trapped beneath him. His length straining against his pants, grinding against your core. He can't help but want to explore every inch of you now that you've given him permission- your breasts, your throat, your folds. It doesn't take long for him to push your dress up and your soaked panties down, along with his belt and jeans discarded. Simon needed you now, no time to take you to the bedroom. He thinks that he'll have plenty of time for that later.
dbf!Simon Riley who brings your legs to his chest as his thick length slips into you, pumping deeply, trying to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. He's absolutely determined to make you forget everything but his name in this moment. God, he wants all of you, and he's certain 1000 times with you will never be enough. Simon thinks you look so gorgeous taking him over and over again till the tears start to leak from your eyes, till you're begging for one more release. His girl now, he thinks.
dbf!Simon Riley who thinks about taking you out on his bike together, who thinks about waking up to you in the morning and sneaking kisses when your parents aren't looking. All while making you cum around his cock, your back arching and mouth falling open. Till he fills you up and you're squeezing him relentlessly.
No, he's never been the relationship type, but he thinks deep down maybe you'll be the one to change his mind.
Warnings: Violence, Language, minor angst, fluff, age gap relationship and all that goes along with that, minor injuries
Word Count: 1.7K
A/n: Here's a little thingy thing for this series... im open to asks for this one as well as my inspiration for it is starting to fizzzzzzle up
~*~
Bucky steps into the ring, his heart hammering in his chest as he cracks his neck.
"Interesting choice for today," your dad says, securing his boxing gloves then bouncing up on the balls of his feet.
"Figured it's about time we got back into the ring."
In truth, there are a few things he wants to talk to your dad about, and he's expecting a good beating for them anyway. Might as well make sure they're wearing the proper protection.
"Glad you finally got a break from work, house's been real empty without you there. Think even (Y/n)'s startin to miss your ugly mug," your dad jokes.
Bucky swallows hard and nods, holding the pads tightly as your dad starts swinging slow and controlled.
"Yeah, that's uh… kinda one of the things I wanted to talk to you about."
Your dad pauses, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"You know how for the past few months I've been… well… happy?"
Your dad says nothing, only eyes him warily.
"It's because I've been seeing this woman. She's… gorgeous and fun and smart and an absolute spitfire."
He eases up a bit and starts throwing loose punches again.
"Yeah, when are you going to let me meet this chick, anyway?"
Bucky winces and takes a deep breath before finally spilling the beans.
"You already have."
Your dad's brows draw together as he tries to remember ever being introduced to his best friend's mystery woman.
"What's her name again?"
Here it is.
"(Y/n)."
He doesn't see the punch, only recognizes it when he stumbles to the ground with the side of his face throbbing.
"Are you serious right now?!" Your dad's chest is heaving, fury filling him as Bucky pushes to his feet, dodging another swing.
"That's my daughter! My baby girl! You're fucking sick!"
He swings again, chasing Bucky around the ring while the brunet tries to reason with him, holding his hands up in surrender.
"No! Hear me out! Please!"
"No!"
This time when your dad swings, Bucky ducks under his arm and kicks his legs out from under him, giving him a moment to try and defend himself.
"I love her!"
"Bullshit!" Your dad spits, pushing to his feet. "You have a new girl every week! I've had toothaches with more commitment than you!"
If the man wasn't actively trying to kill him, Bucky might laugh at that comment.
"When was the last time you heard me talk about another woman? Hmm? All this time it's been her! For the past year, the only person I've been talking about has been her! I tried going on a date with someone more… my age, and the whole time I couldn't get your daughter out of my head."
They stand on opposite sides of the ring, Bucky with his hands out ready to thwart another attack while your father slowly lowers his hands.
Has it really been a year? His daughter and his best friend have been having a secret relationship for a year?
"What are you saying?" He asks, panting hard.
"I'm in love with her, with your daughter. I love her with my entire heart to the point where I would bring you here to beat the shit out of me because I can't keep it from you anymore. You're my best friend, but you're also the father of the woman I love. I have a lot of respect for you, but even more for her, and I need you to know that your daughter… she's a woman that I could see myself marrying."
Your dad's fist is connecting with Bucky's face once more and the brunet curses, jumping out of reach again.
"In due time! I'm not asking for your blessing, fuck!"
Your dad stands there silently, glaring at Bucky for a long moment before sighing and rubbing the back of his glove over his forehead.
"That's my baby girl," he whispers, heart aching. Sure, he knew one day you'd find some jackass that doesn't deserve a fraction of your heart, but he never thought that jackass would be Bucky.
The same Bucky who was there when your mother died.
The same man who's been a rock throughout your and your father's lives.
"I know, believe me, I do. But you know me. I would never do anything to hurt her, not on purpose. All I want is for her to be happy, and for there to be no more secrets between us. I can see how much it hurts her to keep this from you and… it's not her responsibility to tell you. It's mine."
Slowly, Bucky lowers his hands and takes a step toward your dad, huffing out a sigh.
"If you want to hit me again, I understand. Fuck, I'd hit me too. And… I understand that my history… I haven't exactly been the type of man a woman's excited to tell her dad about. But the way your daughter… she makes me want to be that man. Be a better man than I've ever been. And this is where it starts."
Your dad groans, his face screwing up in disgust.
"So over the summer when you would check up on her while I was away on work… oh God, I don't even wanna know."
Bucky tries hard to bite back a grin at the memories, he really does, but his lips twitch upward regardless.
"Like I said, I love her with my whole heart. And I fucked up, so all I want is to try and fix this."
This catches your dad's interest.
"What did you do?"
Puffing out another breath, Bucky shakes his head and jumps on the balls of his feet to keep himself warm.
"I guess now's as good a time as ever to come clean."
Your dad rolls his eyes and raises his fists once more.
~*~
You touch up your makeup, looking over your appearance once more before heaving a sigh.
You've spent the last week or so locked up in your room like a hermit, and today it seems like your dad has finally had enough.
"Put on a nice dress - I'm tired of seeing you rot."
"We going out?" You asked, pushing yourself out of your bed and shoving your hair out of your face.
"Get dressed."
Adorning your body is a lovely deep blue dress, with a slit in the left leg and delicate straps criss-cross across your exposed back.
Finally satisfied with the way you've done yourself up, you exit your bedroom and carefully descend the stairs.
"You look gorgeous, kiddo," your dad says, a proud smile on his face.
You can't help but smile back, the smile fading when you notice he's still wearing his pyjamas.
A throat clears behind you and you whirl around, your throat tightening when you see the man behind you.
Bucky stands, tall and dashing in a tux, his hair slicked back and his beard neatly trimmed. He's got a nasty bruise on his right cheekbone that wraps to his eye, and for a moment you're concerned.
"You look stunning," he says softly, his eyes gentle.
You swallow hard and look between him and your dad as your heart begins to race.
"What's going on?"
Your dad wraps you tightly in his arms, sighing shakily.
"Have fun tonight, kiddo." He pulls away and cups your cheek, nothing but pride (and a few tears) in his eyes.
"And you," he points to Bucky, "Don't have her out too late."
He pulls you into one more tight hug, bringing his lips to your ear.
"We've got a lot to talk about tomorrow," he whispers.
You pull away and look between the two men rapidly, still not fully comprehending what's going on.
Bucky comes up behind you, gently taking your hand and spinning you to face him
"I'll take good care of her," he whispers. The words are said to your dad, but his eyes are focused on yours the whole time.
"You'd better."
You're all but walking around with your mouth agape as Bucky leads you outside.
"What… what's going on?" You finally ask when the door closes behind you.
"Your dad didn't want you to miss out on the banquet just because I fucked up. And if you don't want to go with me, I'll understand and so will he. I just… I miss you and I know how excited you were to go."
You feel a little breathless, and you're glad he's got your hand held tightly in his.
"You told him about it?" You ask quietly.
He gives you a soft smile and squeezes your hands tightly.
"Babygirl, I told him everything."
Your breath hitches and you feel tears well up in your eyes at his words.
"You… he knows…?"
Bucky nods.
Your fingers tug from his and he feels his stomach drop, only to settle when you trace over the bruise on his face.
"Is that where you got this?" You ask softly.
He chuckles and leans into your touch.
"Your dad's quick, I'll give him that. It took a while and a few punches but… he knows about us. About how I feel about you, how you make me want to be a better man. I want to take care of you and provide for you and I never want to hurt you the way I did. And he… he understands."
You stare up at him, eyes full of wonder and awe.
"You did all of that... for me?"
He presses a sweet kiss to the back of your hand and nods.
"I did. I did it for us. Because I'm tired of keeping you a secret. I'm tired of other guys lookin' at you like they can have you, and I'm tired of not being able to show you off. You're not an object, but you're mine. And, more, importantly, I'm yours. I always will be. You may not know it, but my heart is entirely yours. And if you want to throw it on the ground and give it a stomp, I wouldn't blame you."
You're shaking your head at him before he's finished speaking.
"I would never..." You trail off, looking into his eyes as tears well up in your own.
"I love you, sweetheart. I really do. And I'm sorry I've been so shit at showing it. But, if you'll let me, I'll spend the rest of my life tryin' to prove it to you."
You can't help the small shy smile that pulls at your lips, and you duck your head to nod.
Summary: Your dad’s coworker and best friend, Bucky, decides to tag along with you on your errands after your boyfriend bailed on you last minute.
A/N: Bucky is in his late 40s, reader in her mid to late 20s. i can't believe this is turning into ANOTHER series when i have like 5 others to finish. WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS TO MYSELF?!
The Book Store | The Photobooth
Bucky could tell there was still some tension between you and him. He mentally scolds himself for upsetting you earlier, but that doesn't mean what he said wasn't true. You do deserve better than how your boyfriend treats you. Guess that's what makes him different from who you're currently dating. He's a boy. Bucky's a man.
"You hungry?" Bucky asks as you and he enter your car.
You buckle your seatbelt and shrug, "I could eat."
"There's a diner I like to go to. I can pull it up on GPS?"
"Sure," you respond to him curtly and he sighs, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair.
"Listen, I'm sorry what I said earlier upset you. It wasn't my intention."
"Then what was your intention, Bucky?" you glare at him.
He blows air out of his mouth, "Um, well, just to let you know that you deserve better, ya know? I mean, this boy-"
"He's an adult, Bucky, a man."
That makes him scoff, "Sweetheart, please. A man makes time for you. A man isn't afraid to show you off. A man doesn't procrastinate on his project and miss out on time with his beautiful girl."
Your brows raise. Did Bucky just call you beautiful? What? "So you think you do better than him?"
He smirks at you, "I know I can," he gets out of your car and you look at him confused, "What're you doing?"
"Get out. I'm driving," he jogs to your side of the car and opens it, "C'mon."
"Why?"
He grins at you and shrugs, "A man never lets his lady drive. Now up and out, sugar," he holds out his hand for you.
You huff out and roll your eyes, unbuckling yourself and place your hand in his. He helps you to your feet as you step out of the car. You proceed to walk towards the passenger's side and buckle in, "Can't believe I can't drive my own car."
Bucky chuckles, "Just trust me on this, Y/N. You'll see how a real man should treat a woman." He gives you a wink and you hate that that little gesture causes butterflies to erupt in your belly. You cross your arms over your chest defensively, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, "Whatever, can we go, please? I'm hungry."
"Sure thing," he pulls out of the parking spot and starts the drive to the diner.
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You're sitting across from Bucky in a booth at the diner he drove you to. He's watching you and you feel your eyes on him, but you're not trying to give him any attention. This wasn't something you expected when he agreed to accompany you on your errands today. Did you find Bucky attractive? Absolutely. Did you also find him charming and irresistible? Unfortunately. But this is definitely a forbidden thing. You're in a relationship and he's your dad's coworker and best friend. That's definitely immoral, right?
But then you think about the way he looked at you, the way his hands felt on your hips in the photobooth, it lit a fire inside of you that you didn't know existed.
But no, this definitely can't happen. You won't let it happen. Absolutely not.
"Ready, sweetheart?" you look up at Bucky, his deep blue eyes searing into yours. Yup, you're fucked.
"You said their burgers are good?"
"Delicious. One of the best burgers I've ever had," he replies with a smile.
"Guess I'll get that then."
"Whatever you want, you can get. I'm paying."
You groan, "Bucky-"
He shrugs with a smirk, "It's part of the deal."
"John pays for my food too," you point out, reminding him, and yourself, that you have a boyfriend.
Bucky scoffs, "Does he let you eat some of his food even though you have your own? Does he share milkshakes with you and let you dip your fries into it?"
"...sometimes."
He shakes his head, "What's mine is yours, sweetheart."
The waitress comes over and she immediately looks Bucky up and down. She clearly clocked in on how attractive Bucky is. Honestly, you don't like how uneasy it made you.
"What can I get ya, handsome?" she asks Bucky with a bat of her eyes.
Bucky doesn't look up from his menu, "Bacon burger, side of fries, and strawberry shake," he sets his menu down and looks at you, "What about you, sugar?"
The waitress looks at you with less enthusiasm in her eyes, "Cheeseburger with fries and a Coke."
"Sure thing. That'll be out in a bit," she pats Bucky's shoulder and you can't help but snort when she walks away.
"What?"
"Our waitress was soooo checking you out, Buck."
He shrugs, "Don't care. A man should only have eyes for his girl, right?" he winks at you and you look away.
You can't help but scoff, "If you're such a great partner, how come you're single then?" you look at him with a 'gotcha' face and you feel victorious as Bucky pouts.
"Honestly? Work. I work too much to make time for dating."
"So what's this then?" you gesture between yourself and him.
He shrugs, "I happen to have free time."
You roll your eyes, "Bucky, you and my dad hang out a lot. I'm sure you can replace that time with dating."
"Then I won't be able to see you," he smirks at you again and you can't help but laugh, "You're a menace!"
"I'm just trying to show you what a real man's about, sugar."
"Here's your drinks and your food will be out shortly!" the waitress shoots a wink to Bucky and you give another snort.
"I'm telling you, you should get back into the dating game instead of hanging out with losers like my dad and I."
"Hey, I like you losers, so you can't get rid of me that easily."
The one where Bucky is your father best friend, and the man you want to take your virginity.
Bucky is losing everything: his wife, his business, his house. And when his best friend is too busy to offer him the support he needs, you offer him your ear and shoulder. He wouldn't find it too bad that getting closer to you made him see you with new eyes, if it wasn't for the one thing you asked in return: you want him to be the first man to ever fuck you.
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Y/N’s P.O.V.
“Where are we going?” He hadn’t said a word since we left the house, which we did in a hurry greater than that one time he and my father scored tickets for the superbowl and were afraid we were going to miss it.
I didn’t mind the suspense or the hurry, to be honest. At least this time he’d let me take my time changing clothes. It was the curiosity that was killing me, but all of my questions went unanswered on the drive down to wherever-the-hell we were going.
“Just wait and you’ll see…” It was all he told me, and as much as I wanted to press, I decided it’d be best not to do it. James must have had his reasons to keep this away from me, and I trusted him with my life, especially after what had happened the night before.
I still couldn’t think about it properly. Just imagining him undressing me had my entire body growing hotter, and since we were side by side in his car, it wasn’t the type of place I could lay back and let my imagination get the best of me.
Still, I couldn’t help but wonder… Did he enjoy what he saw? I knew I must have looked gross, all covered in puke, but once he’d cleaned me up, did his gaze wander more that it should?
Was he having as much of a hard time being alone with me as I was having with him?
“We’re here.”
To my surprise, we’d stopped in front of a bar. It looked ran down and grungy, the type of place I’d never have the guts to visit alone, but I wasn’t alone. The only question is… what were we doing there?
“I don’t want you to associate drinking with bad experiences or emotions. And I especially don’t want you to drink to feel numb.”
His concern for me had me feeling all warm inside. Nodding, I accepted his proposal and climbed down the car to join him on an afternoon of drinking shenanigans, which was a thousand times more fun than the night I’d previously had could have possibly been.
Getting back home, he hadn’t drunk as much as I did, so he was still able to drive and listen to my drunken babble about stupid stuff. Somehow, we’d ended up on the subject of crushes, and I admitted I had a crush on him when I was younger.
“I even imagined I was kissing you when I had my first kiss.” A sharp inhale echoed around the car, but no other reaction was heard from him.
“The guy was that bad? That you had to picture me instead just to get to kiss him?” I knew he was trying to brush it off by joking, but I was too drunk not to want to be taken seriously.
“No, I was just that in love with you,” I insisted, only to receive silence back in return. I didn’t think much of it until he laughed under his breath, breaking said silence.
“Good thing you got over that crush,” he assumed. "Can you imagine how weird it would have been when you lost your virginity?”
I laughed with him, but not for the same reason as he did. “Well, there’s still time,” I assured his confused state. “I haven’t lost it yet.”
“What?!” He asked, clearly shocked.
“C’mon, I just told you,” I insisted, remembering the conversation we had in the bar even through the foggy haze of the drinks I’d had. “Guys my age are… disgusting.”
I thought I had stopped speaking, but apparently, my mouth kept moving as I thought out loud, “They’re not like you.”
Then, I looked at him as he drove his car, all sexy in his leather jacket and simple white t-shirt, without even realizing it.
And I said the words I would come to regret. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
I don’t think I would have realized what I had done if it wasn’t for his reaction. The car swerved to the left for a second, and we both went flying out of our seats despite the seat belts well attached to our bodies.
“Are you trying to kill me?” He asked once he was able to take control of the vehicle again. “Is that it?”
And all I could think was ‘Shit’. Alcohol really did make me think out loud.
“Are you angry with me?” I managed to find the courage to ask him once he had parked in front of the house, neither of us rushing to climb out of the car despite what had happened - or perhaps because of it.
“I could never be angry with you.” He shook his head vehemently, and that helped me - a little. Because he was still avoiding my eyes, not wanting to connect his beautiful blue hues with mine, and that meant he was still uncomfortable about what had happened, and it killed me.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, and that earned me the eye connection I was looking for. He didn’t look disgusted, which I considered a win. If anything, he looked a little bit… intrigued?
And I don’t know what happened. Our eye connection lasted longer and longer, and then the distance between us grew shorter and shorter, until he was leaning over me and his lips were on mine.
I never wanted it to stop. It was the sweetest kiss I’d ever had, and it made me feel like crying when he pulled away to stare at me again.
“Your lips are really soft,” was the first thing out of his mouth, and it had me smiling widely at him, not prepared for the following words that would come out of his lips. “Let’s just pretend this never happened, okay? This… would be wrong on so many different levels.”
And I found myself nodding, ‘cause I didn’t know what else to do other than to accept that the crush I thought I had on my father’s best friend was bigger than it had ever been before.
Mafia AU x Narcos x TLOU Cross Over
Characters: Mafia DBF!Joel Miller, Corrupt Javier Pena + You/Reader
Content Warnings: Age Gap, Size Difference, Rough Sex, DBF, Dirty Talk, Daddy might be used in later parts, No Use of Y/N, Threesome, name calling, might be more that I've missed!
Disclaimer & Notes: 1.6k Words >> Yes I know they're the same FC but shhh they're different and it works beautifully. This was inspired by a conversation with the beautiful @dreamsofmandalore
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Joel swiped the pad of his thumb across his tongue before flicking through a stack of hundreds. Counting out ten Benjamin's, he handed them over to the agent currently leaning against the wall of his office. Javier was as corrupt as they come, his weekly payment something he'd always collected in person. "And the other half?" He asked in a low drawl, nodding to the door behind Joel as he pocketed the cash.
"Your usual is waiting for you." The money was only half of it. For a DEA agent, Javier Pena was one of his easiest bribes. Sometimes he wondered if the cash was just a diversion, an excuse for him to let out the sinner within. It was hardly enough to justify looking the other way on his dealings and yet here they were, doing the same song and dance they always did.
Joel rose to full height, his ageing knees cracking from the shift in position. He pushed the thought aside, ignoring the fact that fifty-seven wasn't the same as thirty. As far as he was concerned, if he could draw a gun, he had plenty of life left in him.
Ring laden fingers closed around the door handle, pulling it open as Pena brushed passed him. "You joining me this time, Miller?"
Scrubbing his face in contemplation, he checked the rolex on his wrist. Pena was the last meeting on his agenda for the evening. He'd planned on taking his girl home with him but his favourite happened to be Pena's, too... "Ah, fuck it," he motioned to the center of the room, closing and locking the door behind them both after stepping in with him.
The room was nondescript, aged wine colored walls, dark wooden floorboards, a large, deep purple velvet covered daybed in the corner; and you in the middle. Your hands are bound behind your back, the soft leather cuffs tight but not uncomfortable. It's the only thing you're wearing, knowing exactly how Javi likes you. Unencumbered. Your gaze averted, studiously watching the floor despite every fiber of your being screaming at you to look up, to take in the sight of him.
He was so handsome, so was the boss. The pair so similar they could be brothers. They were two sides of the same coin, the dark and supposed light of an unrelenting war - but in this room, they were predators and you, their prey. You shouldn't enjoy his sessions as much as you do but the truth was, you looked forward to them. This had become your favorite part of the week. When you weren't with Joel, that was.
The boys circle you, moving in opposite direction, in perfect synchronicity as they both eye you hungrily. "I never tire of this one, you know?" Pena's accent was always thicker whenever he was in a room with you. So turned on it was like he fell deeper into those base instincts, his field of vision limited to you, and exactly what he'd planned on doing to that perfect little body of yours. You bite your lower lip, your chest rising and falling as you wait with bated breath for one of them to make their move. Joel hung back, letting the agent take the first step. He always did. You knew why they were there, understood the importance of making Agent Pena happy.
He moved behind you, your back pressed against the broad expanse of his chest, both men towering over you even with Joel standing a few steps away. Javier's hand reached around you tenderly, sliding up your thigh, over your stomach towards your breasts. He cupped one, kneading it between his fingers. Your eyes flick towards Joel's, an unspoken question phrased in the way you look at him. “Yes, little one. You'll get to service us both tonight.”
It was the only explanation you were going to get; the only one you needed. Your back arched for the agent, pressing yourself against his palm as his fingers found your nipple, rolling it between them. It wasn't long before Joel closed the distance between you, joining the other man. A large hand slipping down between your legs, three fingers forced into your cunt without hesitation, stretching you wide. Dipping his head, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low murmur. “Mmm, always so tight for me, aren't you, baby?”
His forearm started to move, back and forth, fucking you with a skilled hand, your moans filling the small room. Javier's fist locked in your soft hair, holding you still even though you weren't going anywhere. His hips shift forward, grinding his hard cock against your ass through the form fitting denim he was wearing. Joel's head bent forward, taking the nipple Javi had been working earlier between his lips.
You moan at the attention, lapping it up, loving being sandwiched between the two violent men. You knew the drill, behave and you shall be rewarded… and so far? You were doing splendidly. Javi's free hand found your tight little ass, massaging it roughly. A low groan fell from his lips, blending with the hard slap that echoed off the walls as you squeal for him. "What do you say, whore?" Joel's voice, commanding in your ear. "Thank you, sir." There was no hesitation in your breathy response.
He could see Javi over your shoulder, his eyes locked onto Joels. There was a glint of approval in them that made the older male proud. His hand came down again, another hard slap in exactly the same spot. Over and over again. Each time, you oblige him with a thank you, Sir and all the while, Joel continued his three finger assault.
Pausing only to give his own hand a break, he palmed at the heat of your flesh, massaging the brilliant mark he’d left behind. His cock was painfully hard, the sight of you writhing between them driving him wild. Tightening his hold on your hair, a harsh jerk forcing your slender back to arch. Your clit grinding against Joel's palm as Javi worked the zipper on his jeans. There would be no foreplay from him, no warning you up or allowing his favorite little toy a chance to get used to the idea of what he was about to do… He lined the swollen head up with your tightest hole and slammed balls deep into your ass.
You scream at the invasion, your walls massaging him as he pulls back, reaching the very tip and slamming home again. His thrusts brutal as he drills into you. From this angle, he could feel Joels fingers against his length. If only it was his cock, instead...
Clearly, Joel was of the same mind as he’d raised his head, the hand not buried in your cunt sliding the zipper of his pants down. His hard cock sprung free of its binds, and he swapped the fingers with his length in a matter of seconds.
The males groaned on impact, their rhythm perfectly in sync. As one moved out, the other moved in. They had done this dance before, were well versed in what they liked…their eyes locked over your head as the pace intensified.
Joel raised his fingers, still slick with their juices, forcing them between your lips. The soft glow of the overhead light reflecting on the gold rings he wore. Your expert tongue cleaning yourself from Joel's fingers as he pushes them deeper. Javi used the fist in your hair to force your head forward, moving it back and forth. “Take it, slut.” The growl came from Javi and Joel groaned again…
Joel's other hand came down on your tits, catching the nipple hard. Your cry muffled, as was the thanks you offered to him. Pride filled his chest as you continued to behave. Such a good girl for him. Joel repeated his action, slapping you so hard the flesh bounced in retaliation.
Javi reached around to slap the other one at the same time, ensuring both were attended to while their cocks pistoned in and out of your tight little holes. Their bodies collided with such force, the slaps were as loud as those created by their hands.
Joel slid out from your slick heat, throwing a knowing glance Javi's way. On a groan, the hand in your hair forced your upper body forward, your legs kicked apart as your body was bent into a right angle. In a quick movement, Javi pulled out of your ass and slammed into your soaking cunt, filling the space Joel previously had.
The devilish grin on Joel's face widened as his hand now took over the hold on your hair, slapping the tip of his heavy length against your lips. “Open for me, whore.” You oblige immediately, your lips sucking that length in between them. He groaned as he let you take control, for a short while, anyway. That expert mouth working Joel like you did this for a damn living.
He could see the muscles on his abdomen ripple and constrict as his breath tightened. Javi continued with his brutal pace, fucking you mercilessly. “Mmmm, such a good little fucktoy. Take it, that's a good girl.” He groaned, slapping your bright red cheeks. His hands dug into the small of your hips, leveraging himself against you to fuck you harder.
For Javi, it wasn't about the money, or the whores. He could get them anywhere. The cash was cream on the top; the real bribe was you.
The kingpins daughter wasn't anything he could buy, you were something of a prize. The day he'd discovered your affair with your father's best friend, his right hand man, the Cartel's enforcer, turned out to be the best day of his goddamned life.
He'd had all the leverage he needed to take down an empire, the only problem was... he wanted you more.
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