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The deep voice makes your toes curl and your hands fist the ropes slightly harder, determination clouding your thoughts.
“Nine.”
Your stomach does a strange little flip as you hear the slightly cocky smirk that’s hidden in his words. He knows the power he has, and it’s infuriating. Your eyes open to glare him, frustrated that you’re giving him so much but you immediately forget your intention when you notice that he’s watching you. Pupils fully dilated. His gaze so intense in front of you, those beautiful features mere centimetres from your touch, from your lips, yet out of reach with your hands tied behind your back.
“Eight.”
You practically groan when he leans even closer, the feel of his breath at your ear, that slight whisper of his deep, commanding voice invading your every sense.
“Seven.”
Too long. The counting is taking too long. You need to feel him now, can’t bear this long drawn out wait that he’s forcing on you. You can feel your wetness, know how desperate you are for him. Yet still he refuses to give in. To give you what you need. Holding you close, so close, and yet never close enough. Never really touching you, just the ghost of his fingertips on your skin, and then they’re gone.
“Six.”
Fuck you need him so badly. Yet even now you can’t bring yourself to beg. You grit your teeth determined to outlast his stupid counting. His new game; how long can you last before you beg. And then the even more torturous one; how long can you last without cumming. You’re particularly bad at that one.
“Five.”
Your whole body is trembling in anticipation. One of his hands has moved down to your waist, drawing soft circles into your skin, not enough pressure to give you any sort of relief but enough to remind you that he’s still there. His lips have moved to the crook of your neck, and with every murmured number his lips brush against the sensitive skin under your ear.
“Four.”
Suddenly his hand squeezes deeply, clutching at your waist and you’re unable to hold back the low moan that escapes your lips. He raises his eyebrows slightly in response, eyes gleaming mischievously, but doesn’t give you any other response. His other hand reaches down to capture you chin, thumb softly swiping at your lower lip.
“Three.”
His lips are so close to yours now, his hand still cradling your chin. You feel the heat from his skin seeping into you, and deep in your core you crave more. You need to be closer. Your gazes lock, and you lose yourself in those dark brown eyes that are so easy to read. Right now they’re screaming dominance, yet it’s the little glint of affection that has your knees crumbling and your mind whirling. Without even thinking about it you lean forward, longing to feel his lips on yours. Your lips have barely ghosted over his before his hand wraps itself around your neck, jerking you back. Shit. His eyes have a dangerous glint in them.
“Three.”
His tone is dangerous. Low. Coming from deep in his throat.
“Looks like we made it to three today. Come on princess, you know the rules. Make it to zero without begging, without moving, without trying to tempt me, and you get a reward. Fail before…” He makes a small disappointed tutting sound with his mouth, a soft smirk pulling at the side of his mouth. “... and you’ll face the consequences.”
You gulp lightly. His hand is still wrapped around your neck, emphasising his power in this particular moment. His other hand has moved to your lower back, fingers wrapped in the rope that binds your wrists.
“I guess there’ll be no reward today for my little princess.”
How he manages to make something sweet sound so demeaning, and yet simultaneously so incredibly erotic, is beyond you. But your brain is not interested in dwelling on that thought for too long. Not when his hands have moved closer to your core, fingertips drawing patterns on your inner thigh.
You moan loadly, now no longer concerned about whether you are listening to the rules. He’s decided to punish you anyway, so why not enjoy yourself?
You regret the sound instantly as his hands suddenly disappear, leaving your skin feeling cold, like there’s something missing. The echo of skin on skin rings through your ears before you register the pain in your backside. His hand rubs soft circles on the soreness before you even have chance to complain at him, and just like that you melt into his touch again.
When his hand leaves your skin again, you already know what’s coming, and your body clenches in anticipation, your entire focus on your ass. This time his hand spanks you even harder and you wince quietly, biting into your lip to keep yourself quiet, not wanting to give him the pleasure of hearing your pain. Once again, his hand rubs soft circles on the tender skin.
“You’re being such a good girl for me princess.” You core clenches around air at his words, and your back arches slightly, pushing yourself closer to him.
“You going to take one more for me?” Your ass is already incredibly sore, but the need to please him, to fulfill his gentle commands is so tempting, and you find yourself nodding before you’ve even fully registered the consequence.
You don’t see him grin, but you hear it in his next words as he whispers them into your ear.
“But I want to hear you this time.” You gulp, and before you have time to respond - not that you’re sure whether you were going to nod or protest - his hand slams down on your ass and you squeal in protest, body jerking away.
He chuckles lightly, pulling you into his arms and softly kissing your cheek.
“Good girl. You did so well princess.” His words soothe you, just as his hand softly rubs away the pain in your ass.
He presses another light kiss to your lips then pulls back, scanning your face with concern. You shoot him a slight grin, showing him you’re ok and he softly grin back in return. Then just as quickly, the softness is gone from his face, that dominance returning to his eyes and your core immediately drips in anticipation.
Plot: you're at a party trying to chat up a guy when your best friend decides enough is enough. Second half: back at Jamie's
Warnings: 18+ only! Oral sex, dominance, blindfold, fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe). Basically all the good stuff ;)
When I finally come back to my senses, it's to Jamie's gorgeous eyes boring into my soul. He nudges me lightly with his hips.
"Ready for round two princess?"
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His tip nudges against my entrance as he waits for my answer. His hands stroke my thighs softly, his head still cocked to the side watching me with those gorgeous eyes. He strokes himself against my slit, a slight groan escaping his lips, but he doesn’t move, waiting for me to give him the get go. I feel my arousal building as I take in the gorgeous man holding himself back above me.
“Princess? You ready?” I nod, teeth worrying at my lower lip in anticipation. I’ve been imagining this moment for so long that I can’t quite believe it’s real. For years my nights have been plagued with thoughts of Jamie… of the feel of his hands on my skin, his lips on mine, his cock inside me. I could never really imagine what he would be like in bed. Dominant? Sweet? I imagined him in every scenario. But I never thought he’d be such a perfect combination of the two.
His fingers play with my clit as he slowly enters me, but I reach back to slow his actions, wanting to feel him fully. He gets the message and grips my hand, using it as leverage as he slowly penetrates me. I feel his every centimetre, sretching me so deliciously. I’m glad for my previous orgasm, the arousal having stretched me out in preparation for his size, yet even despite that I can’t help but moan as he fills me so deliciously. He continues slowly until he bottoms out, a low groan escaping him, presumably at the sight of my stretched out pussy taking him so well.
“Fuck gorgeous… so fucking perfect…” I wiggle my hips slightly, moans escpaing my lips as his size brushes against my sensitive spots.
Grabbing my ankles he lifts my legs, placing them on his shoulders. He withdraws slowly, eyes locked on my face, eyelids trembling only slightly with the effort. Then suddenly, without warning, his hips snap back and he sheathes himself fully inside me. I groan, head tilting back, bearing my neck to him. He seems to monitor my reaction, eyebrows furrowed, then grabs a pillow from beside him and lifts my hips, slotting it below me. As he lowers me back onto the new support, I gasp, the new angle giving him perfect access to my sensitive spot. He raises his eyebrows and shuffles slightly, then chuckles when he sees a repeat of my response, another gasp as he brushes that delicious spot. As if to emphasise his success, I choose to speak up.
“There… right there…” My voice is breathy and needy, but I don’t care at this point.
Separating my legs, he leans down, placing a soft kiss on my lips. That cheeky little grin is back on his face as he repositions himself, and finally starts to move.
“Oh I know princess.” His hips start slowly, each thrust brushing against my G-spot, making me see stars. His hands grip the top of my thighs, fingers marking my sensitive skin, letting him hit deeper with each thrust. He pummels into me relentlessly, his hips setting a bruising pace as his balls slap into my ass. And I love every second. My arousal pools out around him, dripping down onto the sheets beneath me.
When he starts to filter, losing his rhythm slightly, I realise he’s close again. One of his hands moves down to my core, brushing over my clit. I wimper at the contact, and in response he brushes it again. Then slapping it gently in time with his movements. I can feel the coil build in my stomach, my hands flail, desperate to find something to grip onto. I settle for the sheets, not caring whether they will be ruined by my harsh grip, and lose myself to the sensation, mewls and moans escpaing my lips with every delicious brush of my g-spot, every glorious pressure on my clit.
My orgasm hits me suddenly and my mouth falls open in a silent scream. Cade is not long behind me, and he fills me with his seed, coating my walls as I spasm around him, a long, deep groan echoing through the room as he finishes. He withdraws slowly, then collapses beside me on the bed, pulling me into his arms as he curls up. His hands brush up and down my trembling body and he leans in to kiss me lightly on the shoulder, his teeth lightly brushing against my skin. I tense, preparing myself for the bite I’m certain is coming, stomach clenching in anticipation, but he simply places a small kiss on my skin. His usual cocky smirk plays on his lips, although at least now I know he has every reason to be cocky.
Plot: you're at a party trying to chat up a guy when your best friend decides enough is enough
Warnings: 18+ only! Oral sex, dominance, blindfold, fingering. Basically all the good stuff ;)
I took in the boy in front of me. Chinos, fancy shirt tucked in, sleeves rolled up. He seemed nice enough. He didn’t have much chat but he was cute, in a ‘please help me’ sort of way. Not like…
Nope, I dragged my thoughts away from that particular person. Jamie. The man of my dreams. The man who is off-limits. But despite my control over my thoughts, my eyes still locked on his form. He was standing just behind the sort-of-cute-boy, the boy who was trying, and currently failing, to chat me up. His clothes clung to his huge frame, the broad shoulders emphasised by the jumper. Or maybe he is just truly that massive.
But I force myself to drag my eyes away. He’s my best friend. Has been for years. And despite having had a crush on him for as long as I’ve known him, he’s forbidden fruit. I sigh internally and drag my eyes back to please-help-me-boy. He’s chatting away about his passion for photography, mansplaining how colours and lighting work. I nod enthusiastically, humming in acquiescence at appropriate times.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” It takes me a second to realise that he’s asked me a question. I sneak a final glance at Jamie, my heart sinking as I spot the skinny blonde he's currently chatting up. I nod in agreement, plastering a smile on my face. His arm reaches out, hand on my lower back guiding me from the room. I chatter away pleasantly, trying to make the most out of this. Even if he’s just ok, he’ll be a welcome distraction from my unhealthy obsession with my best friend.
We walk around the block. It’s surprisingly chilly outside and he offers me his coat. He’s relatively easy to make conversation with, but that’s probably because he spends most of the time talking about himself without asking me a single question. I just have to make the occasional comment, but otherwise he’s on a roll all by himself.
We wander back into the flat where the party is in full swing. Cute-boy excuses himself to go grab us a drink leaving me alone in the corridor. I lean against the wall, eyes closed, happy for a minute of peace where he’s not talking at me.
“Who’s that you were talking to?” The voice interrupts my quiet daydreaming, but it’s not an unwelcome interruption. I would have recognised that voice anywhere. It’s deep and delicious, and I instinctively want to melt into its owner. But I ignore the urge, eyes fluttering open to take in his face. Jamie is leaning over me, hand propped on the wall behind me. He’s not touching me, but I desperately want to lean into his heat.
“Just some guy… he’s kind of cute don’t you think?” I get a grunt in response as his eyes take in the boy’s coat that I’m still wearing.
“I think you’re way above his league.” I raise my eyebrows at his comment.
“I would love to believe you, but I don’t see anyone else lining up to take me out.” I’ve been single for the entire time we’ve been friends, so I know he’ll understand what I mean.
“Anyway, sometimes a girl just needs a good... Distraction.” I smirk slightly as I say it, feeling dirty just talking to him like this. It’s definitely my imagination, but his eyes seem to darken at my words. Just at that moment, cute boy reappears at Jamie’s shoulder with our drinks.
Almost instinctively, Jamie’s hand wraps around my waist and he pulls me into his bulk. I stiffen immediately, tortuously aware of Jamie’s intimacy despite the gaze of cut boy. Jamie’s chest presses against my back as his hand remains wrapped around me.
Cute-boy takes in Jamie’s hold on me and moves closer, possessiveness clear in his gaze. When he gets close enough, he clears his throat, motioning at Jamie’s arm. I lean forward, expecting Aiden to release me, but instead his hold tightens.
“She’s mine.” He practically growls the worlds at the poor kid. In front of me, cute-boy is slowly fuming, but seems to be hesitating on the prospect of having to take on Jamie . His height is enough to deter most people, and his current muscle bulk is definitely a clear show of dominance. His hands grip either side of the coat and he strips it off me in a single move, chucking it at cute-boy.
“Thanks for chatting to her. But I’m going to be looking after her now.” I feel my stomach clench at his words. Cute-boy gives me a single, pitiful look, then marches off, immediately in search of another potential bit of ass for the evening.
I push back into Jamie’s bulk, feeling slightly sorry for cute-boy, whose name I can’t actually remember. Jamie’s hand slowly strokes up my body, all the way up to my neck where his fingers lightly tickle my jaw.
I lean back, bearing my neck to his hold, cute-boy completely forgotten by this point. I’m so caught up in the feeling of Jamie. His smell, his aura. They surround me, captivate me.
Suddenly Jamie’s hand leaves my throat and I open my eyes again. His hand is open in front of me, and I grasp it instinctively as he leads me from the room.
*****
The blindfold heightens every sensation. Every brush of his fingers on my shoulder, down my arm, across my belly is delicious, and I long to know how it will feel when he finally touches me where I need him. Where I ache for him…
I hear him slowly walk around me, his footsteps light on the wooden floor. But with my hands tied behind my back, and my eyes blind, there is little I can do except shiver in anticipation. Finally, after what feels like hours, and not minutes. His steps finally still in front of me.
His hands slowly caress my shoulders and I feel myself lean towards him, but then I’m being pushed down, forced to kneel in front of him, and I gulp in excitement.
His hands press on my shoulders, then move upwards to cup my face. His thumb swipes at my lower lip and I open my mouth in response. He takes immediate advantage, thumb entering my mouth. I suck on it willingly, swirling my tongue around his digit.
The clink of his belt buckled echoes in the small room, my ears surprisingly sensitive now that my other senses have been dulled. His thumb pops out of my mouth and I lick my lips in anticipation. His tip brushes against my cheek and I turn my head towards him, licking him. He groans gently under his breath.
“Good girl…” His words shoot straight to my core and I feel myself dampen. I shuffle slightly, trying to minimise the ache, no hands available for me to be able to touch myself.
I lick a long strip from his tip to his balls, enjoying the low hiss that escapes him. Opening my mouth slightly, I take his tip into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. His hand wraps itself into my hair, but he doesn’t put any pressure on me, allowing my mouth to adapt to his size. I bob up and down slightly, wetting his length, slowly taking more of him into my mouth.
“Fuck…” He’s unable to hold back the curses as he hits the back of my throat. I swallow around him and his grip in my hair tightens.
“Fuck gorgeous… you know how to use that mouth.” I hum, agreeing with him. He tugs slightly on my hair, pulling me off him. Saliva drips from my mouth as he pops out.
“You going to let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?” I nod greedily, wishing I could see his expression right at this moment. He slowly pushes himself back into my mouth, hand in my hair controlling my speed and movement. He stills when he reaches the back of my throat and I groan eagerly.
“But I think I want to see your eyes as you take me like the good little slut that you are.” I practically melt at his words, the submissive in me groaning in approval. His spare hand pulls the blindfold from my eyes.
He’s a sight to behold, lips swollen from my fervent kisses earlier, pupils wide in lust, abs tensed as he holds himself back. He looks like a Greek god, and I want him more than I’ve ever wanted him before. I shift again, the heat between my legs building up.
“Am I making you wet little slut?” He raises an eyebrow as he speaks, eyes asking me if I’m enjoying this side of him. I whine in response, mouth still full of his cock, and nod as much as I can. He hisses as he shifts in my mouth.
“I’m going to take such good care of you princess… ruin you for every other man.” He pulls lightly on my hair, moving my head over his length.
“But first I’m going to take full advantage of this gorgeous mouth.” He pushes himself back into me, and I groan in approval. My hands strain against the restraints, wishing I could reach up and touch him. His hips speed up, his thick cock thrusting into my mouth, sliding across the back of my throat.
Suddenly he pulls out.
“As much as I want to fill that gorgeous little throat of yours, I think I’d rather fill your pussy.” I barely have time to register his comment before he’s bent down to my height. A light kiss brushes against my lips and then he’s pulling me to my feet, his hands trailing across my body.
He pulls me in for a sloppy, needy kiss, then spins me around, pulling my back into his chest. His hands roam by body as he walks me to the edge of the bed. I gasp as his fingers find my nipples through my bra, fingers massaging the sensitive buds. I melt into him, hands tied behind my back trying desperately to touch him. When my knees hit the edge of the bed he nudges me forward so I’m kneeling on the mattress then suddenly pushes me forward. Unable to protect myself with my hands, my face hits the pillow, ass sticking up in the air.
He groans behind me, and I peer back to see his hand wrapped around his cock as he watches my ass. Finally his eyes snap to mine, and he grins at me.
“Oh princess… if you knew the things I wanted to do to you.” I can feel myself get even wetter at his words and I whine, trying to push myself back into a kneeling position without the use of my arms. He sees my struggles and his hand pushes down on my back, forcing me back down.
“You going to let me take care of you gorgeous.” I moan in return, core desperate for his touch.
“I need to hear the words princess.”
“Please…” I mutter, face still buried in the sheets.
“Please what?” His voice is so incredibly cocky that I almost can’t bring myself to say the next words.
“Fuck… please touch me.” My words are muffled by the sheets in my mouth. But I know he’s heard me by the way his breathing hitches. One of his fingers slips inside me, teasing my walls. My toes curl as he adds another, stretching me. He slowly fucks me with them, the sounds of my slick filling the room. I hear him shift slightly behind me, and his spare hand releases my wrists. But before I have a chance to push myself up, his thumb ghosts over my clit and I literally mewl into the pillow, hips snapping back.
His fingers increase in speed, gently scissoring inside me as he adds more pressure to my clit, drawing small circles onto the bundle of nerves. The coil in my lower stomach is building steadily, his thumb adding more pressure, more speed, more movement…. My orgasm crashes over me, eyes rolling into the back of my head as the feeling of bliss overwhelms my body.
When I finally come back to my senses, it's to Jamie's gorgeous eyes boring into my soul. He nudges me lightly with his hips.
I'm setting myself a smut-based picture prompt challenge. Every week I will write a one-shot smut/fluff based on a picture. Don't hesitate to send in suggestions <3
This is part two! Part one: https://unacarasinvoz.tumblr.com/post/670453121766539264/escape-reader-x-anonymous
Wanings: 18+ only! Sex with a stranger... (stay safe!), unprotected sex, choking, dom-sub
His hand untangled from my hair and slid around to wrap around my neck. His touch was gentle yet I knew what he was suggesting. He was demonstrating to me his power, his strength. Telling me that he was in charge. And, my feet barely touching the floor, my core already dripping with anticipation, my every breath a low moan… I definitely agreed.
My eyes dropped, unable to hold his gaze any longer and he hummed appreciatively. Using his thumb to angle my head to the side, his lips grazed the skin of my neck, tongue swirling patterns as he licked and sucked his way up my jawline, teeth nipping my ear, then back to my mouth, claiming it. I submitted to the dominance of his tongue, allowing him to explore me. Happy with my response, his hands wandered, cupping my ass harshly causing me to gasp into his mouth. He chuckled in response, his hands remaining on my cheeks as he softly massaged them, his fingers slowly approaching my core.
I could feel myself trembling in his arms as he slowly backed me into the door of the hut. His hand slid upwards, turning the handle. Throwing the door open, he easily picked me off the floor and I wrapped my legs around his torso. He maneuvered us through the cramped space in the hut, finally sitting on the large armchair. My legs straddled his lap as his lips continued their assault, his tongue delving deeper into my mouth. His hands wrapped fully around my ass, fingers probing slightly at my entrance, teasing me before they traveled back the other way resting on my hips. In one swift movement, he lifted me up, and tilted me to the side, allowing me to sit comfortably on one of his knees. Hands still on my hips, he held them in place as his leg started to bounce and I moaned loudly, the rough material of his trousers easily creating friction through my cotton dress. My hips strained in vain to buck against his leg, but his hands secured my hips in place, leaving me at the mercy of whatever rhythm he chose fit.
Each movement of his leg sent shivers through me, turning me into a trembling mess. Finally, he seemed to decide that I’d been teased enough, suddenly lifting me onto shaking legs. He stood as well and placed a delicate kiss on my lips, in stark contrast to the type of kiss I really needed. His large hands rested on my waist, and then suddenly spun me around, bringing my back flush with his chest. I could feel his growing bulge pressing into my ass and I wiggled slightly, hoping to entice some movement on his part.
He growled in response, and manhandled me towards the table before pushing me over it, my ass sticking up for him. He shoved my dress out of the way, and suddenly plunged two fingers into me without any warning. A deep moan escaped my lips. He curled them experimentally and another moan escaped me, my chest rising from the table. His hand wrapped around my neck holding me down as he continued his assault. I could practically feel my arousal dripping down my thighs as his fingers curled inside me rhythmically.
My heartbeat hammered through my head, heat building in my lower abdomen as he fingered me relentlessly. His second hand joined the first, occasionally flicking my clit.
Then he added a third finger… and I think I saw stars as I screamed my release. But even then he didn’t relent. His fingers pumping into me, his thumb flicking my clit until I fell over the edge again, vision going black as I reached my orgasm.
His fingers threatened to keep going but I winced slightly and he seemed to take the hint. He leaned over me, peppering my back with light kisses, giving me a second to recover. But he didn’t seem able to resist the feel of me, his hands initially brushing tenderly over my back, then sliding over the curve of my ass, occasionally grabbing a handful of flesh, hard enough to make me moan.
I bucked back slightly, rubbing my ass against him, still needy despite the two orgasms I’d just had. His hands left my skin, and I heard the sound of his belt opening. I started to turn, hoping to help him in his task, but he pinned back down, fingers bruising into my hips as he slowly rubbed himself against my core.
I whimpered at the contact, realising just how big he was. His hand reached up to wrap itself in my hair, as his other hand lined himself at my entrance. He slowly sunk into me, drawing a gasp from my mouth as I felt each delicious inch ease himself into my throbbing core.
When he’d finally bottomed out, I let out a whine. He stilled for a moment, breathing heavily behind me, his hand reaching up to lightly spank my ass. I gasped at the sting, then moaned as he rubbed the area. He chuckled slightly at my response, before repeating the action on the other side.
“Move!” I gasped.
He grunted in response, and slowly withdrew almost entirely from me, before sinking back in, all the while maintaining an agonizingly slow pace. Desperately, I bucked backward, hoping to speed him up, but his hand gripped me hard, pinning me to the table.
I knew what he was waiting for, and I was loathe to give in. But I could feel the coil building in my stomach, that slow heat growing in my core. And I desperately needed him. Needed to feel filled.
So I gave in. I let myself relax into the table, letting him take me however he wanted, giving in to him entirely. He grunted appreciatively and snapped his hips suddenly. I moaned at the contact, at the power he exuded as he continued to move faster, driving me into the table with each thrust.
My nipples hardened as they moved against the surface, and I continued to gasp and moan as he drove into me, harder and harder. His grunts filled the small cabin. I could tell he was close, and despite my previous orgasms, I could feel myself getting close.
His hand suddenly reached down to grip my hair, pulling my head back as his other hand wrapped itself around my throat, squeezing lightly. That was all it took for me to hit my high, eyes rolled back into my head and I climaxed around him. My pussy clenched around him, drawing him into his own orgasm and he thrust two more times before falling limp behind me.
We lay like that for a little while, trying to catch our breaths, until he finally straightened. I winced slightly as he pulled out of me, my pussy sore from the beating it had just taken and he chuckled softly. His hand still gripping my neck, he beckoned me to my feet, then turned me around to face him.
His fingers caressed my jaw as his lips descended on mine, capturing me in a searing kiss.
“Tomorrow?” He whispered, his voice husky with desire.
I nodded slowly, my brain completely void of all rational thought. He grinned his cheeky grin, before turning and sauntering out of the hut, leaving me to hold myself up on trembling legs, my core already clenching with anticipation at what tomorrow would bring.
Plot: Of all pocket dials ever, this might be the very worst.
Warnings: 18+. Utter filth (smut).
Words: 3,3OO
A/N: Dedicated to the wonderful @chaoticuno
A soft breath leaves your lips and you sink into your mattress as the buzzing between your legs makes your eyes flutter. Hips tilting slightly and your free hand dragging over your cotton sheets, you roll your vibrator over your clit, letting the thick instrument massage you into bliss slowly.
Hiking up your legs under the blanket and letting your shoulders relax and eyes fall closed, you tease yourself, bucking your hips slowly into the toy and alternating the pressure you exercise.
It doesn’t take long for you to rile yourself up and since you’re home alone, you allow yourself to let soft whimpers spill from your lips with every drag of the vibrator over your swollen nub, making you writhe under your sheets slightly.
This is when your brain starts to fail you, your minimum of concentration making you unable to focus on getting to your high. This is also usually the moment where you realise how stressed you are, because all you can think about is someone walking in or all the chores you still have to do on top of the errands you have to run.
On top of that, there’s this incessant buzzing interrupting your thoughts and it’s not from the toy currently between your legs. Besides, your vibrator could never get on your nerves. Unless of course, the battery runs out right before you hit your long awaited high.
But it’s something else. Like you left the TV on somewhere, which you are sure you haven’t. Groaning, you turn off the vibrator and try to focus on the sound, which sounds like someone talking – but it’s faint. That’s when you realise it is coming from your phone, which you had thrown onto your bed before hopping in yourself.
With a frown, you try to recollect your slightly fuzzy brain and remember whether you might have put on porn or something. But no. It’s worse, so much fucking worse.
You are currently in a call that has been going on for two whole minutes, with none other than your roommate Bucky. Your kind, yet not very approachable roommate who you are in a strictly platonic relationship with.
Heart pounding in your throat and panic running ice through your veins, you pick up your phone with trembling hands.
“Bucky?” You try to sound as normal as possible when you put your phone to your ear. You squeeze your eyes shut as you await the seriousness of the situation.
It is so much more likely that this was your pocket-dial, since you are hardly ever aware of your phone when it is hidden somewhere in the sheets, that having resulted in you making your bed and your phone being catapulted across the room after you forgot about it. But this does not stop you from hoping – praying – that Bucky might have pocket-dialed you and you pocket-answered him.
“Hey. Am I calling at the wrong time?”
Yes.
“No. Go ahead.”
There’s a short pause before he starts speaking, but he sounds casual so you don’t question it.
“I’m at the store right now and was wondering if you need anything.” He explains and you breathe a sigh of relief. Even though he is the one that called you, maybe you had blocked the sound by laying on top of your phone.
“N-no. I’m fine. Thanks for asking though.” You mutter, your heart finally slowing down its demanding thump.
“You sure?” He asks and you nod even though he can’t see you.
“I’m sure, Buck. Thank you.” You assure him.
“Really? Because you sounded pretty needy a second ago.”
You freeze, a dull buzz rumbling through your ears as your heartrate skyrockets at the realisation. Covering your face with your free hand, your mind launches into overdrive to come up with an excuse, or a way out of some sorts.
Though you know damn well you’re in trouble and there is not an excuse in the world that could save your ass from this promising position. You remember the sounds you were making and there is no way it could have been mistaken for anything other than what it was.
Why Bucky decided to relentlessly call you out on it however, is something you hadn’t necessarily expected.
“Bucky… God, I’m so-”
“Horny?” He asks, his voice light and not at all bothered, and you faintly hear the ding of him leaving what you assume is the nearby supermarket, the low rumble of the city appearing in the background, “Yeah, I’m aware.”
You scrunch your eyes shut with a pained expression on your face. As thankful as you are for Bucky being so ‘understanding’, it doesn’t exactly make the embarrassment any less. You have no idea what to say or do and don’t feel nearly as confident and casual as Bucky sounds right now, making your body glow with heat.
“Are you in bed right now?” He asks and you’re sure you hear his voice more clearly than before.
As your frown deepens, you nod again before answering, “Yeah, I’ll-”
“Lie back for me.” It’s simple, the command soft.
“Bucky…” You warn, apprehension lacing your voice as you prop yourself up on the many pillows you collected on your bed.
“I think it’s best if you do as I say.” He answers, his voice leaving no more room for arguments “You better have your panties off.”
Your body is catching on quicker than your brain and you’re nodding with a soft hum, a thousand bells ringing in your head at his alarming tone and the situation you are currently stuck in.
“Talk to me. Are your panties off?” He asks and for some reason you can tell that wherever he is, he is alone.
“Yes.”
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, Bucky.” The answer is so automatic, you almost feel betrayed by your body. It is almost like she’s done this before. But knowing Bucky and his skills, he might have subconsciously conditioned you. He did like getting under your skin and pretending nothing happened after.
“Good. Now why don’t you have a feel for me?” He asks coyly, his voice low and confident “Tell me how you feel down there.”
You swallow hard, unable to do anything other than follow the commands of his sultry voice, your eyes closing as you let your fingertips drift down to your folds and tensing slightly when the cold pads of your fingers finally make contact.
He must have heard a soft gasp from you, because he lays on another command “Run two fingers up and down, sweetheart. Just like you would want me to do.”
You nod again, not at all paying attention to what he can and cannot see before running your fingers through your folds, the slick sound faint and only audible to your own ears as the warmth from your throbbing pussy heats up your fingers.
That is when you finally relax, your body sinking back into your bed as you tease yourself and obediently wait for your next orders from a man you have officially instated as the person who may tell you what to do at any fucking time he pleases.
“I will not repeat myself, so I suggest you start talking me through what you’re feeling, darling.”
Sucking in sharp breath, his voice sending more slick to coat your fingers, you open your mouth to speak “Wet. Wet and warm, Bucky.”
The words are soft and shy, warmth almost burning the skin of your cheeks straight off as you push the words past your lips, the compromising position you are now in making you feel beyond timid.
“Hmm, I bet it is.” He rumbles, “It’s been a while since anyone has taken care of you, hasn’t it? Makes your pussy throb with desire, with need.”
You let out a whine in agreement at his words, realising that he wouldn’t appreciate it if you kept the shameful noise to yourself, and rub your fingers over your aching clit.
“Shh, I know…” He shushes and you keen at the way he treats you in your needy state, “Let me help you. I’ll make that worried little brain of yours relax, okay? All you have to do is listen to me. Can you do that?”
You nod again and quickly follow up with your words “Yes, Bucky. Please.”
The chuckle you hear from the other side of the line makes you almost curl up in a ball, the relentlessness of his power over you should be embarrassing. But you want to please him so badly, your entire body is aching for his approval.
“Slip a finger in, sweetheart. Notice how your needy pussy clamps down.”
You sigh deeply as you slip a finger into your tight heat and you instantly clench at the invasion, the way he is currently guiding you making impatience prickle at your skin and making you let go of all bodily control. It is almost like it’s his finger slipping in, since all you can focus on are his voice and the feeling inside of your body.
“Slowly move it in and out, circle your finger against your entrance.” You do as you’re told, your breathing becoming more and more shallow as you are sure you are now panting over the phone. “Deep breaths. I want you to open up for me with every breath out. I want you full.”
A soft keen leaves your lips and you can almost hear him smirk as you open up more, spreading your legs and feeling your finger slip in and out much more easily.
“Now add another finger and glide in deep, sweetheart. Your pussy will suck them in like the greedy girl she is.” He murmurs and you let out a soft moan as you slip another finger in, curling them both upward.
The filthy words that slip from his lips send a throbbing and painful ache between your legs that demands so much more attention than you are currently receiving.
“Move them in and out… In and out… Slowly. Controlled.I want you to build your high while you stuff that puffy cunt of yours.” You whimper at his words, hips bucking slightly as you steadily pump your fingers, your pussy aching from the stretch every time you are knuckle deep inside of yourself.
“Bucky, please… I need more!” You whimper and bite your lip, the frustration making you near delirious.
“Put me on speaker and put the phone down.” Listening to his commands, they settle into your fuzzy brain slowly before you follow them obediently, “Now I need you gently circle the middle finger of your free hand over your clit, can you do that?”
You let out a soft agreeing moan and do as you’re told. The soft stimulation to your clit has you twitching, the tiny nub screaming for attention as it throbs painfully.
“That feels good, huh? Now slowly circle it and add a little pressure. Don’t stop fingering yourself. I want to get you wet enough that I can hear it.” His words alone launch you closer and closer to your high.
The sensations are so delectable and as much as your body is protesting, you love the suspension Bucky is building for you. It’s like your clit is attached to his voice and with every word he speaks, a bolt of lightning electrifies your entire body and sweeps you higher into bliss.
“Go a little faster.”
Your breathing is heavy, your body tense as you wind it tighter with every movement. Soft moans are floating away from you and all shame is gone now, the pleasure too overwhelming and wonderful to not give in to.
Your fingers move faster, curling and dragging against your walls as two of your fingers rub firm circles over your swollen clit, the sensations making your eyes almost roll to the back of your head. Gasping for air as you crawl closer and closer to your impending high, you whimper out his name.
“B-Bucky. I’m… I’m -oh God...” Your voice is becoming raspier with the sounds forced through your throat and your breathing becoming harsher.
“Feels good, huh? You like following my commands?” His voice is cocky and warm and it make you throw your head back as you desperately work yourself to the edge “You want to come don’t you? Fuck, I can fucking hear how wet you are – Jesus Christ.”
You whimper again and your moans pitch higher and higher until you think you can’t take it any longer. But one word. One word from your roommate and your entire body listens to him in an instant – to your own surprise.
“Stop.”
“Bucky, no!”
He chuckles again, the sound echoing through your empty head like Satan himself is laughing at your demise. You want to cry out in agony as he orders you to take your fingers out, your chest heaving as you come down reluctantly.
“Bear with me, princess.” He almost whispers and you let out a soft whine, defeat lacing your tone as you let him know you have followed his order.
“Good girl.”
And suddenly, you know exactly why you follow his orders. Because hearing those two words from your judging, grumpy and hard-to-please roommate, who has the conviction of a certified Sergeant, turns you into putty within seconds, the warmth of the praise enough you make you melt into the warm sheets of your bed.
“Alright… Rub your clit. Slow circles. No pressure.” He explains, his voice almost pitiful as he guides you through it.
Complying to his order, you do as you’re told and gasp when you feel how close and sensitive you still are. The light touch feeling like a jab to your stomach from the sheer intensity and the state of alert that your body is in.
You whimper and whine softly as you follow his instructions, his voice faint in your ears as you focus on controlling your impending orgasm. Small mutters of ‘please’ and ‘let me come’ make heir way past your lips incoherently and you hear the comforting words coming from Bucky that calm your bloodshot nerves and irk them at the same time.
“Not yet, darling. Keep going. Add a little more pressure. Almost there.”
You have almost started holding your breath in anticipation, holding off your orgasm nearly impossible as you are one pressured stroke away from releasing.
“Stop.”
You cry out, and slam your fists into the bouncy mattress beside your hips, throwing your head back in frustration.
“Bucky. You can’t do this to me!” You exclaim, the thought of simply choosing not to obey him and get yourself off not even seeming to be an option anymore since your body simply won’t listen to you and you can’t bear the idea of Bucky being disappointed in you.
“Hmm… Go ahead then. Disobey me.” He taunts and you grit your teeth in annoyance, your clit still throbbing with frustration and need at the lack of stimulation.
Kicking the sheets off your body in an attempt to cool yourself down, the cold breeze hits your soaking heat and makes a shudder roll down your body. Bucky takes your silence as defeat once again and you can only imagine the pride beaming off him at the ease in which he controls your body and mind.
“Good girl.” There it is again. The one phrase that you would drop all your inhibitions for to receive, especially when it comes to the powerful, tall soldier living with you, “One finger. Trace it over your clit. Barely.”
Carefully you press the pad of your finger against your clit again and weep at the feeling as you hips twitch with the touch. Bucky gives you a low hum and allows you to add a tiny bit of extra pressure, only letting you add and release pressure upon your clit without actually rubbing it.
“How’s that feel?” He asks and his voice is almost sweet, giving you the sliver of hope that he might let you come this time.
“Good. But …painful. It’s a bit much.” You breathe and you hate how weak you sound. How utterly wrecked your voice makes you seem as it wavers and croaks slightly with every word.
“Your fingers are a bit much, huh?” He agrees like there is not a thing he has more knowledge about than your body and what it needs. Which, by the way he speaks and orders you around, you wouldn’t be surprised to be the case.
“Mhm…” You whine and he shushes you tenderly.
“Go on, rub yourself for me, sweetheart.” He coos and you massage two fingers over your clit attentively, sucking in a sharp breath of air as you do. “You listen so well to me, doing so good. I never knew my roommate could be so good to me. So sweet and sexy. All needy, just for me.”
You moan softly at the praises, pressing your head back into the pillow as you feel your high approach again, allowing your fingers to speed up slightly.
“You’re close, aren’t you? Yeah, you have been for a while now.” He mumbles, seemingly just to himself “I can hear how wet you are just by you rubbing your clit. I bet I could slip inside so easily…”
“Yes…” You hiss in a moan, arching your back at the mere thought of him inside of you when your pussy is throbbing and fluttering like it is now.
“You’d like that? Me, fucking your brains out?” He asks and your mind is swirling, focused on his voice and his voice alone as you let pleasure wash through you with your orgasm still pending “Might have a taste first, sweetheart. Bet you taste so good.”
Another soft cry from your lips has Bucky almost tremble with need and he grits his teeth.
“Go on then. Come for me.”
You have completely lost touch with how close you were until those words spill from his lips, the orgasm that hits you sweeping you off your feet and dragging you under.
As your fingers frantically rub your clit to push out the release, your entire body arches off the bed, an obnoxious and unstoppable moan stretching from your body when you come undone.
It is like the room is spinning, your vision washing white as your eyes roll back and heat unfurls inside of your body, warmth clamping onto you like a vice. Feeling pulses of pleasure convulse in your pussy and your abdomen clenching and trembling on their own accord, the experience is making you soar through another dimension.
That’s when you hear a door slam and a few seconds later, you get hauled down the bed with ease by a tight grip on your thighs. When your eyes fly open at the assault on your body, the aftermath of your orgasm still coursing through you, you prop yourself up on your elbows when you see Bucky kneeled on the floor at the end of your bed, your legs spreading you open right in front of his lust-blown eyes.
You don’t get to scream or yell at him about what happened, or what the hell he thinks he’s doing, because his greedy mouth is already on you, the heat of his tongue dragging through your slick folds soothing the ache of your orgasm. Trembling arms slip from under you and you collapse into the sheets, your back arching in time with Bucky sucking your clit into his mouth ardently.
As your hands glide into his hair – a feeble attempt to grab a hold of the man responsible for having you in the embarrassing state you’re in – he lets go of you briefly to look up at you. A white shirt sticking to your sweaty skin and face heated with pleasure, he can’t help but give you a proud, boyish grin.
“Lean back and get comfortable, sweetheart. That was one.”
Richard Siken, Peter Wever, Ilya Kaminsky, Margaret Atwood, Ada Limón, Akseli Gallen-Kallela, Richard Siken, @maieste, Madeline Miller, Holly Warburton, Shauna Barbosa, Benjamin Alire Sáenz
Warnings: Public sex, oral (m receiving), hint of upcoming mirror kink. Praise kink.
A/N: Inspired by this gif. Sinday drabble #3
“I can’t do this. I’m sorry, darlin’,” Steve sighs, his hands gripping the steering wheel, knuckles blanched. His baleful eyes watching the gallery, people slowing filtering in from the crowded sidewalk.
Whenever the door swings open, the music from the live band pours out into the still night air, melding with the low hum of conversations of the patrons inside.
Your head lolls slowly across the headrest, a hint of a smile pulling at your lips. You bite down to hide it when he glances over at you. You knew beforehand he was going to be nervous. The tension has been radiating off him ever since his art was selected for the upcoming exhibit. Each day, he found a new excuse to not go to tonight’s opening.
You had to drag your shy boyfriend into the car an hour ago.
So when he cut the engine off and froze, you’re not surprised. You only murmur a soft ‘there’s no rush’ when he dros his head back.
And you mean it. You’re proud that he made it this far.
You’ve been sitting here, inhaling his sandalwood and vanilla cologne, gazing out the frost-covered window for the past 15 minutes, you can practically hear Steve contemplating ways to convince you to run away with him
“I’m-I can’t go in there and be around all those people. Watching them look at my art. Its too personal. Parts of me are out there in the open, exposed darlin’ and they’re going to tear it-tear me apart. I might as well walk in there naked.” He explains, his deep voice coming out in a rush, almost cracking.
Placing your hand on the side of his face, your smile breaks free when he pushes his beard cheek into your palm. “Steve,” you start, waiting until his blue eyes meet yours. “Your art is incredible. You’re incredible. All these people came to celebrate what you created. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done. You gotta believe that.”
Your warm voice settles in his chest, easing the ache that’s been building there. His gaze brightens, his hands loosening slightly. “I know, I know I get all worked up and start thinking about all the way things can go wrong and then I just-“ He blows a soft breath, shrugging one broad shoulder. Uncertainty dragging his lips down.
“You need to relax.” You glance around the street, people lingering outside near the doors, after a second, you spot a dark alley a few blocks down. “And I know how to help you do it.”
His brows furrow when you tell him to start the car, his eyes brimming with curiosity as you direct him to the small, dimly lit space. As soon as he turns off the ignition, the interior lights fading, you’re reaching across the space, cradling his head in your hands. You bring him in for a slow, passionate kiss, his soft lips parting, a low moan slipping out. Kissing Steve is one of your favorite hobbies, the feel of his beard on your face combined with the taste of his coffee on his tongue is intoxicating.
Your hand drifts down his silky smooth shirt hiding his firm chest, your lips gliding across his jaw to his ear, your fingers settle over his zipper. “I think you need a little stress relief, Stevie, you want me to help you?”
The growing bulge beneath your hand speaks volumes, but you still like to hear him say it.
“Tell me how I can help you?” You're teasing him, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as you unbutton his pants. His breath hastening in anticipation as you pull the zipper down, the slow zzzip pings through the air, reaching inside his grey boxer briefs, you pull him out. You lower your head, blowing softly across his leaking tip— his whole body shivers. “Tell. Me. What. You. Want.”
“Ah fuck darlin’ you know what I want. Please suck me, need your mouth on me,” he rambles with a desperate lilt to his voice. His hand gently cupping the back of your head, wanting to push you down on his throbbing cock but he knows to wait for you give him permission to lose control and fuck your face.
Your tongue laves across his slit, his unique salty taste filling your mouth. His fingers tense on your scalp. You wrap your hands around his thick, warm cock, pumping him slowly. Tilting your head, you smirk. “Then take what you want.”
And he does.
His hand guiding you down his cock, your lips stretching wide around him, swallowing every ridge veiny inch until he’s sliding down your throat. Steve holds you there for a second. “You feel so good darlin’” he praises you, as you slide back up. “So fuckin’ good, so damn perfect.”
Steve may not like to talk to a lot of people but when he’s inside you, when you’re taking him down your throat, when any part of you is wrapped him nice and tight and warm, oh Steve can’t shut up. More praises rain down on you as you hollow your cheeks. His hips lift off the seat, thrusting his cock back further into your mouth, you gag slightly, breathing through your nose as he fills you, he’s throbbing and heavy on your tongue.
You let him set the pace until you’re steadily gliding up and down his length, its wet and sloppy and his breathy moans are drifting around you. “Just like that, good girl, thats it.”
You can’t see him, too focused on making him cum but you know his head is dropped back, neck veins distended, a faint blush sweeping across his cheeks. Steve’s muscles tense beneath you, his breath hitching. He’s so close. You wrap your hand around him, twisting up and down and you twirl your tongue around his swollen tip before sucking it back into your mouth. And he jerks, his hips rocking erratically as he cums— he spills inside your mouth with a low groan that makes your thighs clench, his broken “fuuuck” has you preening as you swallow.
You lift your head, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand. “Better? Ready to go?”
“You have no idea how good you make me feel do you?” His soft appreciative groan settles around you, he brings you up for a kiss. His lips brush over yours. “I’ll go but only if you promise to sit on my face as soon as we get home.”
You bite down on his lip, letting your teeth rake over his skin. “If you’re good, I’ll let you fuck in the room with all those weird mirrors.”
Steve’s eyes light up with unbridled excitement. “The infinity mirror exhibit?”
He’s shifting into gear and the tires are screeching down the alley before you finish nodding. You fall back into your seat with a laugh. If you have to get railed in a room full of mirrors, watching your boyfriend take you apart from every angle so he can be relaxed enough to enjoy his art debut--that's a sacrifice you’re willing to make.
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