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I LOVE MILES

She’s Mine - Continuation

Hello everyone! First of all, thank you so so much for all the love this fic has received from you! I can’t thank you enough for liking and reblogging this. From the bottom of my heart, thank you and I wish your nightly dreams be filled with Chris. <3

I have been wanting to write a short sequel to this, and I finally got the chance to do it now. Please enjoy, and like/reblog if you enjoyed this too. Thank you loves! <3

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After dinner

“Princess Aunt Y/N, will you sit next to me please?” Miles looked up at you and his puppy dog eyes almost instantly melted your heart.

“Of course, Miles. I would love to.” You smiled as you extended your hand for him to hold. Miles held on to your hand and walked you to the sofa where the family would be gathering for a movie night.

You were asked to make yourself comfortable on the sofa with Lisa, Chris’ sisters and the kids while Chris and Scott prepared some movie snacks. On your right was Miles, and on your left was Lisa. The other two kids, Ethan and Stella have decided to make themselves comfy with their mum and aunt with the blankets on the floor.

When Chris came back with a bowl of popcorn on one hand and a pint of ice cream on the other, he immediately frowned. “Hey, that’s my spot.” He pouted at Miles’ direction. Miles grabbed on to your arm tightly, indicating that he wasn’t going to move.  

“Oh, here we go again. No more fighting. Here, take my spot.” Lisa laughed while shaking her head.

“Thanks, mum.” Chris smiled at his mum. “I just want to sit next to Y/N, who’s miiiineeee.” Chris dragged out the last word while looking at Miles.

“No, Uncle Chris! I want Aunt Y/N!” Miles argued.

“Okay viewers, we’re back live again.” Scott announced from the sidelines, again, with his gameshow voice. You laughed and Scott shot you a wink.

“Okay, Miles, tell you what. You let me have Y/N, and I will give you a scoop of ice cream. Deal?” Chris asked.

“No way.”

“Two scoops?”

“No way.”

“Now, come on. How about three scoops?”

“I’m not a child, Uncle Chris.”

“Well, well, well. Okay man-to-man talk, eh?” Chris took a deep breath and puffed out his chest. “How about… the entire… pint?” He dragged out his sentence.

You turned to look at Miles and you could almost see his brain working out the mathematics. Nobody said a word for a full minute. The rest of the family were too invested in this “fight” between the uncle and nephew and were all waiting for Miles’ answer. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Scott, Carly and Shanna popping popcorn into their mouths like they are watching a movie.

“Okayyyyy.” Miles said slowly while putting his arms into a fold around his chest. “One pint.”

“Okay, de-” Chris opened his mouth but was stopped by Miles.

“One pint of double chocolate chip cookies ice cream every week for the rest of my life.” Miles continued.

“What?!” Chris was taken aback with the counter. “I don’t wike this.” Chris muttered under his breath.

“Oh, I don’t think I like this very much too! Imagine the dental costs!” Carly exclaimed.  

“Okay fine, we have a deal!” Chris said and extended his arm to shake hands with Miles. “Sorry, sis. I got to say yes. For Y/N.” Chris looked apologetically at Carly.

“Oh oooh! Do we have a gentlemen’s agreement between the two?” Scott continued to narrate the situation.

“Yes, we do.” Miles said and he shook Chris’ hand. Miles then turned to look at you. “Aunt Y/N, you may not be mine, but every night when I close my eyes, I will think about you. And you can share my ice cream with me.” Your heart burst with his sweetness and you gave him a big hug. “Thank you Miles. You’ll always be my Little Prince.” You responded with a kiss on his cheeks.

“Okay viewers, and we have the final result. Y/N is…. Chris Evans’!” Scott announced grandly.

“Finally!” Chris exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. “You’re mine!”

As soon as he said that, Dodger ran over to the two of you. He placed his paw on Chris’ arm to pull him away from you and barked at him.

“No, come on, you’re fighting her with me too?!” Chris’ brows snapped together, eliciting huge laughter from the rest of the family.

“And the saga continues.” Scott announced.

dirty work

You just bought a new house that needed a lot of work. Luckily, your grumpy old neighbor was more than happy to fix everything—not because he was generous, but because it gave him an excuse to be close. To look. To stare. And you? Love the attention.

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, hotgirl!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), nipple play (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, filthy dirty talk, desperate!Joel, pervy!Joel, pathetic!Joel, age gap, Joel being down bad, obsessive staring, possessiveness, mild power play, teasing, so much cum (like he literally can’t stop), Joel not having sex in decades and it shows, Hot girl reader knowing she's hot, Joel being completely ruined by your pussy, and you loving every second of it

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The house needed work. And probably a priest.

It wasn’t falling apart, but it also wasn’t move-in ready.

The kitchen faucet screamed whenever you turned it on, wailing like it had unfinished business in this world. The porch stairs were one strong gust away from sending someone straight to the ER- or the grave. 

The back gate swung open on its own, which was either a poltergeist or just bad hinges, but either way, it sent an unsettling creak through the yard at odd hours of the night.

The lights flickered sometimes. The water pressure was unpredictable. The floors creaked loud enough to make you think twice before sneaking around in the dark.

But it was cheap. And it had potential.

And you?

You weren’t a DIY girlie, but you could figure shit out. Probably…. Maybe. 

You did have a certain level of misplaced confidence that made you think you could tackle anything with enough trial and error.

The problem was—so far, it had been mostly errors.

Your first attempt at fixing the faucet resulted in a flood that had you sprinting to turn the water off before your kitchen turned into a slip-and-slide.

Trying to replace a light fixture nearly ended with you electrocuting yourself into another dimension. 

And the less said about the unfortunate caulking incident of last Thursday, the better.

Still, you were determined. A little clueless? Sure. But determined.

You wiped sweat from your brow, standing in front of your latest challenge: the front door. It didn’t latch properly. It wasn’t quite crooked, but something was off. The hinges, maybe? You had no idea. 

You just knew that a strong wind could blow the damn thing off, which wasn’t ideal for your safety or your sanity.

So there you were, kneeling on the porch, staring at a pile of tools you weren’t entirely sure how to use, the manual open beside you like it was about to offer some divine intervention.

You twisted the screwdriver in your hand, frowning at the misaligned screws. “Alright, bitch,” you muttered to the door, rolling your shoulders. “Let’s do this.”

And that was when a shadow fell over you.

A heavy presence.

You turned, blinking up at the broad figure standing at the foot of your porch.

Joel Miller.

Your neighbor. Big, built, silent as the grave. Old as fuck.

You’d seen him around—on his porch, smoking, reading the newspaper, doing old people things and watching. Always watching.

Never introduced himself. Never waved. Never made an effort. Just sat there, arms crossed over his chest, eyes unreadable, watching the world pass him by.

Watching you.

At first, you thought it was your imagination. A trick of the heat, the way his dark eyes always seemed to linger just a little too long before darting away. But then, as the weeks passed, you realized it wasn’t just some coincidence.

Joel Miller was looking. A lot.

From behind the safety of his porch, through his truck window when he pulled into the driveway, stealing glances while pretending to tinker with something outside—he was always looking.

He wasn’t the type to catcall or whistle or let his jaw drop like some dumb, desperate idiot. No, but he did openly watch, with that brooding, set-jaw expression, like a man standing at the edge of a cliff, fighting the urge to jump.

A man seeing something he wanted—something he knew he couldn’t have.

And, honestly? It was kinda hot.

You love a pathetic man.

Pathetic in the way only a man like him could be- big and strong and old enough to know better, yet still sitting on his porch like some clueless teenager, hopelessly caught in your orbit.

Joel had spent his entire life working.

Calloused hands. Aching back. A routine as grey and dull as the pavement he walked on. He wasn’t a talk-to-women kind of guy. He was a build-shit-and-keep-his-mouth-shut kind of guy.

He had probably spent years without even thinking about sex. Not because he didn’t want it—fuck, of course, he did—but because who the hell would even let him?

The man was a relic.

Pushing sixty. Grumpy. Built like a man who had done nothing but work his whole life—because that’s exactly what he had done.

No wife. No girlfriend. Nothing.

He didn’t flirt. Didn’t go out. Didn’t fucking bother.

Just work, fix, sleep. Get off when he needed to—always alone, always quick, no one to fucking hear him.

That was life.

And then you moved in next door.

And Joel broke.

Because Jesus Christ.

You.

Soft and sweet and fucking perfect—so young, so pretty, so effortlessly sexy.

You weren’t just beautiful. You were something else entirely.

Something cruel.

With your tiny little skirts and tight little tops, walking around like it wasn’t a goddamn crime to be that fucking perfect.

Joel shouldn’t have been looking.

Knew he shouldn’t memorize the way your tits bounced when you jogged past his house.

Shouldn’t have let himself watch the way you stretched on the porch, or walked in those obscene little shorts, or sunbathed out back with your top straps pulled down—looking so fucking soft, like you were made to be touched.

Made to be ruined.

It was sick.

And he didn’t care.

Because at night, when his house was quiet and the only thing in his bed was his own hand, Joel let himself imagine what it would be like to pull you onto his lap or spread you open, bury his face between your thighs and never fucking leave.

To get his mouth on you.

God, he was so hungry for it.

And the worst part?

He was pretty sure you knew.

It was pathetic.

And he fucking knew it.

But he couldn’t stop.

And right now, his gaze was locked on you.

Or, more accurately—your thighs.

You were still kneeling, skin glistening in the summer heat, your tiny skirt barely covering anything. Joel looked like a man who had just seen God.

His throat bobbed.

His fingers flexed.

Then, abruptly—his eyes snapped up.

“Need a hand?” His voice was rough, all gravel and rust.

You tilted your head, dragging your gaze over him.

You smirked.

“I got it,” you said simply.

Joel didn’t move.

Didn’t even blink.

“…No, you don’t.”

And before you could argue, he was stepping forward.

Taking the screwdriver right out of your hand.

And just fucking fixing it.

Like it was nothing.

Like you weren’t even there.

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From that day on, Joel… kinda never left.

Not literally. Not in a way that you could call him out on.

But he was always there.

At first, it was little things. Fixing what you couldn’t. Offering a hand when you were clearly struggling. Showing up at the exact right time, tools in hand, that furrow between his brows like you’d personally offended him by even attempting to fix something yourself.

Then, it escalated.

Because you didn’t even have to ask anymore.

He was just there.

On your porch. In your yard. Pretending to check something in his truck but really just looking at you while you stretched in the morning, your tight little tank clinging to every inch of you.

The excuses started getting thinner, too.

At first, it was, “Saw the porch light flickerin’. Just figured I’d fix it before it got worse.”

Then, it became, “Just keepin’ busy.”

Then, no excuse at all.

Just Joel, lingering around your property, finding any reason to be near you, any reason to work himself into a sweat just for the chance to look at you up close.

Because that was his payment.

His reward.

Every little smile, every little laugh. The way your tits moved when you pointed at something needed fixing. The way you stretched just right, your little skirts and shorts riding up, flashing soft, smooth skin that made Joel’s head spin.

He didn’t even need you to talk to him.

Didn’t need you to flirt.

Just existing was enough.

So he worked.

For free.

Because what the fuck else was he supposed to do?

You made him feel like some pathetic old pervert.

Standing around like a useless extra in the movie that was your perfect fucking life.

A washed-up, near-sixty-year-old loser with a bad back, a lonely house, and a dick that hadn’t worked properly in years.

And now?

Now, he nearly was hard all the time.

No blue pills. No coaxing. No thinking about some old porn magazine he had tucked away for emergencies.

Just your voice, your body, the way you smelled, the way you looked at him when you handed him a lemonade like he was doing something special—when all he was doing was fixing your fucking sink.

And the worst part?

He was leaking.

Like a damn teenager.

Hadn’t been this sensitive in decades.

And yet, here he was—barely keeping it together, feeling the way his cock throbbed and ached, fucking dripped inside his jeans while you leaned in, smiling, teasing—

“Thank you, Joel!”

Fuck.

That voice.

All sweet and grateful and warm, and it was fucking nothing. Just three little words.

And yet, his whole body reacted like you had just whispered something filthy in his ear.

Like you had just gotten on your knees, licked your lips, and told him

Sit back, Joel. Let me take care of you.

God, he was fucked.

So he mowed your lawn.

Fixed your AC unit.

Made sure the fence was latched, the gate was locked, the pipes weren’t leakin’.

And when he wasn’t fixing shit inside?

He was finding things to do outside.

Hammering shit that didn’t need hammering.

Cleaning tools that weren’t even his.

Anything. Anything.

Just to be there.

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Joel looked wrecked.

Sweat darkened the collar of his shirt, his broad shoulders sagging as he finally took a seat at the kitchen table he had just fixed for you.

His hands were rough and calloused, veins prominent, fingers flexing against the cool surface as he exhaled, deep and slow. He looked exhausted, the kind of exhaustion that clung to a man who had spent the whole day pushing his body to the limit.

And yet, even now, after hours of working himself to the bone, he was still staring.

Not at the food you’d set down in front of him, not at the cold glass of iced tea dripping condensation onto the table, not even at his own aching hands that had spent all damn day making sure every little thing in your house was perfect.

He was staring at your tits.

You noticed it immediately, of course. How could you not? Joel wasn’t exactly subtle.

His dark, hungry gaze stayed fixed on your chest, drinking in the way your tank top clung to you, damp with heat, the fabric just a little too thin, a little too low. His hands twitched every so often, like he had to physically stop himself from reaching out.

He barely responded when you spoke, offering little more than a grunt here and there, a slow nod, an occasional hum of acknowledgment. Not because he wasn’t listening, but because he was completely fucking gone.

And you?

You smirked.

Because this wasn’t new.

Joel Miller had been looking at you like this for weeks now, like a starving man watching a meal just out of reach, a man standing in the desert watching water slip through his fingers.

And he thought he was hiding it.

He wasn’t.

You leaned forward slightly, trailing a finger through the condensation on your glass, watching his Adam’s apple bob when his eyes immediately flicked down again, drawn like a magnet.

You waited. Let it stew. Let the tension stretch thick and heavy between you until you could practically hear the way he was grinding his teeth together, working his jaw, trying to think of something—anything—other than the way your tits were right there.

Then, casually, you spoke.

“You’re not exactly subtle, you know.”

Joel didn’t move at first.

Didn’t even seem to register your words right away.

Just blinked, slow and dazed, before finally dragging his gaze back up to your face, blinking again, like he had just been pulled out of something deep.

“…Huh?”

His voice was thick, rough like gravel, his fingers flexing again before clenching into loose fists.

You tilted your head slightly, letting your gaze flick down to your own chest, then back up to him, pointedly.

“You like ’em?”

For a moment, Joel just sat there.

Silent.

Completely fucking still.

Then, finally, he exhaled. A slow, measured breath, dragging a hand down his face like he was collecting himself, trying to piece together a response that didn’t immediately give him away.

And then, voice lower, rougher, wrecked—

“…What’s there not to like?”

Oh?

That shouldn’t have affected you the way it did.

But it did.

The way he said it, low and warm and dripping with something dark, something dangerous. The way he looked at you when he said it, like he was memorizing every inch of you, like he needed to burn the sight into his brain.

A slow heat unfurled low in your belly, sinking between your thighs, pooling thick and molten as you shifted in your seat, pressing your legs together, suddenly very aware of how wet you were getting.

And Joel knew it.

Because his eyes flicked down for a split second, watching the way you shifted, the way your breath caught ever so slightly, and his fingers clenched tighter against the table.

And then, voice slow, teasing, stretching out the moment—

“Hmmm.”

You tapped a finger against your chin, watching the way his dark eyes tracked your movements, like he couldn’t help it, like he had no control over the way his body responded to you.

And then, soft and syrupy—

“You know, Joel… I feel kinda bad.”

Joel didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t breathe.

Just stared.

You watched the slow, deliberate way he swallowed, the way his whole body seemed to tense under the weight of those words, the muscles in his arms flexing as his fingers curled against the table.

“…Bad?”

His voice was barely above a whisper.

“For letting you do all this work without paying you back.”

There was a beat of silence.

Joel’s fingers flexed. His breath stuttered, sharp and uneven. You could see the battle happening in his head—his morals, his age, the voice in his head screaming this is wrong, you’re too old, don’t do this—

And yet.

When he spoke, it was wrecked.

“…Can I just—”

Joel swallowed hard.

His voice dropped lower, raspier, barely even a sound.

“Can I just see you? Look at you?”

The words sent a jolt of something electric through you, made your skin heat, your pulse quicken, made that molten heat in your belly throb.

You smiled. Slow. Sweet.

Cruel.

"You wanna see me, Joel?"

His breath hitched.

His fingers twitched.

He nodded, almost absently, his mouth falling open, chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths.

You dragged your nails lightly up your stomach, over your ribs, the movement subtle, slow, making him watch.

Your hands went to the hem of your tank top, your fingers curling around the fabric, slowly dragging it up.

Joel’s pupils blew wide.

His lips parted.

His breath hitched.

And when you pulled it over your head, letting it drop to the floor, you saw it.

The way his fingers clenched so hard around the edge of the table that his knuckles went white, like he needed to physically hold himself back.

You sat there in just your bra, running your hands up your stomach, over your ribs, tilting your head slightly as you murmured—

“Like this?”

Joel made a noise that was almost a groan, almost a curse, a low, strangled thing that caught in his throat as his eyes devoured you.

He swallowed again, hard, blinking like he was trying to process what was happening.

Then—rough, hoarse, desperate—

“…Please. Everything.”

So you did.

You reached behind you, undoing the clasp of your bra with a slow, deliberate flick of your fingers, letting the straps slip down your arms before shrugging it off completely.

And Joel lost the last shred of restraint he had.

His breath hitched—a sharp, audible inhale, like he had just been punched in the gut.

His eyes dropped from your eyes instantly, dragged down like they had no choice, like the second your tits were bare, he was physically incapable of looking anywhere else.

And fuck.

The sound that tore from his throat was something low, deep, filthy— not even a real word, just a groan, guttural and needy, his lips parting, his tongue darting out, his whole fucking body reacting like he was a man who had been starving his whole goddamn life, and now?

Now he was looking at the best fucking meal he’d ever seen.

Because Jesus Christ.

Your tits?

They were perfect.

So fucking full and soft, high and round, plump little handfuls of heaven that he’d been imagining for weeks, and now? Now they were right there.

And your nipples—fuck.

They were already hard, tight little peaks sitting pretty, puckered and aching, begging for something—a touch, a mouth, something wet and warm.

They looked so fucking sweet, like they’d feel so soft, like they’d taste so good on his tongue.

Joel groaned.

A rough, heavy sound, his jaw clenching so fucking hard it was a miracle his teeth didn’t crack, his entire body tensing like it physically hurt him to just sit there and look and not touch.

And then, voice wrecked, strained, barely even a whisper—

“Best goddamn tits I’ve ever seen.”

You smirked, slow and teasing, shifting slightly, making them bounce just a little, the movement so subtle, but his whole body jerked.

“Yeah?”

Joel grunted, a deep, broken noise, his breath stuttering, his fingers flexing.

“Yeah.”

His lips parted slightly, his chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths.

His hips shifted.

And you noticed.

The way his jeans were tight.

The way a wet patch darkened the denim.

The way his entire body looked like it was straining under the weight of his own need.

And then, voice breaking, groaning—

“Thank you, Sweetheart.”

Your breath caught.

Because that?

That sounded filthy.

Low, wrecked, grateful.

Like just seeing you was some kind of mercy.

His thighs tensed. His hands twitched. His eyes stayed locked on you, burning, devouring, drowning.

You dragged your hands up your own stomach, slow and lazy, brushing your fingers over the soft curves of your breasts, rolling your thumbs over your hardened nipples, smirking when you heard his breath hitch.

“You wanna touch ‘em, Joel?” you murmured, soft and syrupy, voice dipped in honey.

Joel groaned, deep and guttural, like the question alone was enough to wreck him.

“Fuck yeah.”

He didn’t wait for permission.

Didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t fucking think.

His hands were on you before the words even fully left his mouth—grabbing, groping, squeezing like he was starving for it, like he’d been fantasizing about this for so long that the second he finally had them in his palms, he lost every ounce of restraint.

And Jesus fuck, his hands were big.

Rough.

Strong.

Decades of hard labor carved into every thick callus, every flex of his fingers, every hungry, greedy, desperate grab.

“Fuck, babygirl,” he muttered, voice wrecked, almost dazed as he kneaded your tits, rolling them in his palms, squeezing like he needed to memorize the way they felt—like he’d never get this chance again.

He groaned, deep and filthy, fingers digging in, rough fingertips brushing over your stiff nipples, making you suck in a sharp breath as heat licked through your veins.

“So fuckin’ soft,” he rasped, thumbing over the tight little peaks, watching the way your body reacted to him, your back arching, breath hitching.

Joel felt that.

“Feel good, baby?” he rasped, voice a low, guttural thing, dragging his calloused fingers over your nipples again, rubbing slow, deliberate circles, watching your reaction like a starving man watching a meal.

You swallowed hard, a shiver running through you, your thighs pressing together. Fuck.

Your nipples were so sensitive, tingling with every swipe, every flick, every dirty little touch of his rough fingers.

“Yeah,” you breathed, biting your lip, arching into his touch, letting him take what he wanted.

Joel groaned again, deep and needy, gripping your tits harder, pushing them together, squeezing, kneading, fucking obsessed.

His thumbs twisted your nipples, slow and deliberate, watching the way they hardened even further, standing up all soft and pink, looking so fucking suckable.

“Jesus,” he muttered again, voice dropping lower, rougher. “Look at these pretty tits.”

His fingers pinched, tugged, twisted just right—just enough to make you gasp, a soft little sound that sent a lightning bolt of pure fucking need straight to his cock.

He grinned.

A dark, hungry thing.

And then, voice gritted, thick with lust—

“Bet they taste even better.”

“Can I-”

Before he could even finish asking, you were already shushing him, already threading your fingers into his graying hair and pulling his face down, guiding him straight to where he belonged.

Joel went willingly.

Mouth first.

No hesitation. No second-guessing.

Joel yanked you into his lap, gripping you like you might disappear, like this was a dream he’d wake up from if he let go for even a second.

His knees ached against the floor, his back twinged in warning, but he didn’t give a fuck. Not when you were straddling him, warm and soft, tits in his face like some fucking gift from God.

His mouth sealed over your nipple, pulling at it with an obscene, wet suckle, tongue flattening before flicking, rolling, teasing the sensitive bud until it was aching, stiff, raw.

Just a wrecked, filthy groan, muffled against your soft, warm skin as he was sucking deep, sucking hard, sucking wet.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned into your skin, voice ragged, his breath hot and heavy against your breast.

He was loud.

Not in words—because words didn’t matter anymore.

But in the way he suckled, the way his lips sealed tight, how he groaned and slurped and moaned, every single sound of his mouth on you wet and obscene, filling the space around you.

His tongue swiped up, then down, then circled—slow at first, then faster, flicking against the stiff bud before pulling it into his mouth again, sealing his lips tight, sucking deep.

He couldn’t stop.

Didn’t even try.

His hands moved next, big, calloused fingers gripping your waist, dragging you closer, then sliding up to cup both tits in his palms, rough and desperate. 

“Oh—fuck, Joel—” your breath hitched, the sharp pull of his mouth sending a jolt straight between your thighs.

He groaned—deep, guttural, filthy.

“Goddamn, baby—”

Then, harder.

His fingers squeezed tighter, thumbs brushing over your nipples, pinching the one he wasn’t sucking on, rolling it between his fingertips, tugging just enough to make you gasp.

You felt his breath stutter—like he was about to lose it completely—before he pulled off with a wet, sucking pop, spit connecting his lips to your nipple, slick and shining.

He stared.

Breathing ragged. Eyes dark, starving.

And then he dived right back in.

Latching onto the other like a man possessed, groaning into it like he was trying to drink from you, ruin you, consume you.

His hands never stopped.

He hugged you closer, pulling you right into him, pressing your tits together, mashing them up against his face, smothering himself in them.

“So fuckin’ soft, baby—” he rasped, licking, suckling, tongue dragging slow circles around your nipple before he sealed his lips and sucked deep again.

“So fuckin’ sweet—”

He switched between them like he couldn’t pick a favorite, couldn’t decide, couldn’t stop.

His tongue flicked, his lips sucked, his teeth grazed, sending shocks of pleasure straight between your legs.

Your breath hitched.

Your back arched.

Because he wasn’t just playing around.

This wasn’t just teasing.

This wasn’t some guy mouthing at your tits before moving on.

No.

Joel was staying here.

Lingering.

Drowning in it.

Like he could suckle your tits for hours.

And then, voice low, gravelly, wrecked—

“Baby…”

You hummed, already smirking.

He swallowed thickly, his fingers tracing absent circles against your ribs, his voice barely above a whisper—

“Lemme see you.”

Your smirk widened.

“See what, Joel?”

He groaned, head dropping against your shoulder for half a second like he physically needed to collect himself. His nose brushed along your jaw, leaving small kisses, hot breath fanning against your skin, and then—

“Sweetheart, please,” he rasped. “Lemme see that pretty little pussy.”

Your stomach tightened, heat flaring low, but you didn’t let it show. Not yet.

Instead, you stretched, slow and indulgent, arching just slightly, your tits pushing up against his chest. “Hmmm,” you mused, tapping a manicured nail against your lip like you were actually considering it. “You worked so hard for me, didn't you, Joel?”

His jaw flexed. His hands slid down, gripping your thighs, squeezing.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he rasped. “Don’t tease me like this.”

You tilted your head, tapping your chin, dragging it out just a little longer—watching the way his fingers twitched, watching the way his pupils were blown black with hunger, watching the way his hips barely resisted the urge to rut up against you like he needed something, anything.

Then, finally, you sighed.

“Alright, old man,” you murmured, shifting in his lap, the movement making him groan. “Take me to the couch.”

Joel nearly fucking growled.

His arms came around you instantly, strong, needy, hands gripping your thighs as he lifted you. Not struggling, not even hesitating—because fuck if you thought he was too old for this, fuck if you thought he wouldn’t show you exactly what he could do.

He laid you down like you were something delicate, something precious, his hands sliding over your body, down your sides, gripping your thighs, spreading you open just enough.

And then—his fingers curled into the fabric of your skirt.

Not pulling it down.

Just flipping it up.

Joel wasn’t breathing.

At least, it felt that way.

He couldn’t. Not with the way you were spread out in front of him, thighs parted, panties soaked, looking like the filthiest, prettiest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his goddamn life.

And the worst part?

You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

The way you stretched lazily, arching just a little, making your tits push forward. The way your lips curled in that slow, knowing smirk when you caught him staring, like you were indulging him, letting him look, letting him take in every fucking inch of you.

And Joel—Joel was gone.

His hands slid up your thighs, slow, reverent, rough fingertips dragging against soft skin, feeling the heat radiating off you.

“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, his voice low, dark, almost reverent.

Joel dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, gaze locked on the damp spot between your legs, so fucking dark, so fucking pretty.

His thumbs traced along the edges of your panties, brushing just barely over the damp patch at the center, groaning when he felt the way it stuck to you.

“So goddamn wet,” he murmured, almost to himself, shaking his head, his fingers flexing against your skin. “Been like this all night, little girl?”

You moaned, shifting slightly, watching the way his jaw clenched at the movement.

“Maybe,” you teased. “Not my fault you’ve been looking at me like that all day.”

Joel exhaled sharply, a low, ragged sound, his grip tightening.

Poor old man.

He was completely fucking gone.

“See something you like?” you teased, voice sweet, syrupy, making his jaw clench.

Joel exhaled through his nose, hands tightening where they rested on your thighs, fingers pressing in deep, like he needed to hold onto something, ground himself before he completely lost control.

“Baby,” he muttered, shaking his head, voice low and rough, thick with something desperate. “You’re fuckin’ evil.”

You laughed, slow and taunting, your nails dragging up the couch, watching the way his entire body tensed, like he was on the verge of snapping, like he was barely holding himself together.

“Am I?” you mused, tilting your head, watching him watch you.

Joel groaned, deep and guttural, his grip bruising now, his breath shuddering, his hips twitching like just the words alone were enough to ruin him.

And then—

He leaned in.

Pressed his face against your covered cunt, breathing deep, dragging his nose over the soaked fabric, his entire body shuddering, shaking, gripping you like you might disappear if he let go.

And fuck.

He moaned.

You smirked. Moaned.

Because you knew.

Knew exactly what kind of power you had over him. Knew that Joel Miller—this gruff, brooding old man who barely spoke to anyone, who’d spent his life working, fixing, existing—was utterly wrecked over you.

And right now, he was on his knees, rubbing his face against your soaked panties, inhaling like the scent of your cunt was the only thing keeping him alive.

You loved it.

“Mm, you really like it down there, huh?” You moaned dragging your nails through his hair, watching the way his whole body twitched, the way he groaned against you, his nose pressing harder into the damp fabric covering your pussy.

Joel barely lifted his head, just enough to look at you, eyes so dark they were nearly black, lips slick with his own spit. His fingers flexed against your thighs like he was fighting himself—like he wanted to tear those panties off and bury himself in you, but he was holding back.

Barely.

“Like?” he rasped, voice wrecked. His tongue darted out, swiping over his bottom lip, like he was tasting the scent of you in the air.

He groaned.

“Pretty girl, I’m fuckin’ obsessed.”

You moaned. Tilting your hips just slightly, pressing up into his face, watching the way his eyes fluttered, the way his breath stuttered like just feeling your heat against his lips was too much.

“Oh yeah?” Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging. “Then show me.”

Joel didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t think.

Didn’t breathe.

He just acted.

His hands shot up, gripping the waistband of your panties, and for a second, you thought he was going to rip them off you. But no—Joel was feeling something nastier.

Instead, he grabbed the soaked fabric, pulled it tight against your cunt, wedging it between your slick folds, pressing the thin material right into your aching clit.

You gasped.

“Ohhh, fuck—”

Joel groaned, a deep, filthy sound from the pit of his chest as he rubbed the fabric against you, slow at first, then harder, pressing it between your lips, letting the damp, sticky material drag over your throbbing clit.

His nose dragged over the outline of your swollen pussy, mouth parted, tongue slipping out to taste the wet spot directly over your entrance, groaning like it was the best thing he’d ever fucking put in his mouth.

“Jesus fuck,” he growled. “S’soaked, girl. Look at this fuckin’ mess. You see this?” He rubbed the fabric in deeper, groaning at the way it stuck to your folds, the way your slick smeared against it, making it wetter, stickier.

You moaned, hips rolling, pushing against his mouth, chasing the friction.

“Joel—”

He growled again, gripping your thighs tight, keeping you spread as he bit down gently on the covered part of your clit, tugging with his teeth, rolling it between them through the fabric.

You gasped.

Your back arched, hands flying to the couch, gripping the cushions for some kind of grounding because—holy fuck.

Joel chuckled. Chuckled. A deep, perverse sound.

“Ohh, you like that, hm?”

He pressed his tongue flat against your clit through your panties, sucking at the damp fabric, like he was trying to drink you through it, humming like he could taste you, even with the barrier in the way.

Then—

His teeth latched onto the thin cotton, gripping the wet spot over your entrance, and he pulled.

A sharp, precise tug.

Dragging the panties against your cunt, making them slide against your soaked folds, pressing them deeper, wedging them between your swollen lips, rubbing everything.

You fucking whimpered.

Joel moaned against you, rutting his hips against the couch, pressing his nose right against your slit, inhaling, sucking, rubbing his face all over your cunt like a man starved.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, nuzzling you, his voice dripping with filth. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ warm, baby. So fuckin’ messy. Leakin’ all over these little panties—bet they’re ruined, huh?”

Your thighs shook. Your breath stuttered.

Your fingers curled tight in his hair, tugging, and he moaned again, loud, tongue slipping out to drag slow, wet strokes over the damp fabric, gathering everything before pressing it back against your cunt, making you feel how fucking messy you were.

His hands—those big, rough, work-worn hands—slid up your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open, thumbs pressing into your soft skin as he finally, finally hooked his fingers into your panties and peeled them off.

He groaned when they stuck.

When your slick clung to the fabric.

When he had to drag them down your legs because they were soaked.

And then—

You were bare.

Wet.

Dripping.

All for him.

Joel sat back on his heels, staring.

His fingers flexed, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, shaking his head, voice deep and wrecked.

Then, dark eyes flicking up to yours, a slow, filthy grin stretching across his face—

“Oh, baby…” He groaned.

“I’m gonna ruin you.”

His voice was a wreck, almost a whisper, full of awe, full of filth, full of something desperate and hungry.

Because you were fucking perfect.

Your pussy was obscene.

Pink and swollen and glistening, folds spread, sticky and slick, so wet you were practically dripping onto the couch. 

Your clit—puffy, throbbing—begging for attention, twitching every time Joel’s hot breath ghosted over you. 

The dim light caught on the shine of your arousal, making everything look impossibly wet, messy, fucking ruined.

And Joel?

Joel was losing his goddamn mind.

His breath hitched, a low, wrecked groan ripping from his chest, his fingers flexing hard against your thighs, like he was physically restraining himself from lunging forward and devouring you whole.

“Fuck me.” His voice came out rough, strangled, barely even a whisper. “Look at that messy little pussy. S’so fuckin’ wet for me, baby.”

You hummed, stretching out against the couch like you had all the time in the world, arching just slightly making your tits look so good, making yourself even softer, even easier, even more of a temptation.

“Yeah?” Your voice was all gasped, all teasing, your hips rolling up just a little, just enough to make the slick between your thighs glisten in the low light. “You like her, Joel?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, jaw clenching, nostrils flaring, eyes blown dark and wide, locked on your cunt like it was hypnotizing him, pulling him under.

He let out a rough, humorless laugh, shaking his head, squeezing your thighs just a little tighter. “Baby, I’ll never let go of her.”

That smirk stretched slow across your lips, your thighs parting just a little more, an open invitation, a silent dare.

Joel groaned—deep, guttural, painful.

And then he snapped.

His big, rough hands grabbed you, dragging you down the couch with no warning, tugging you toward him until your ass was hanging off the edge, his broad shoulders wedged between your thighs, his face—his mouth—right where he wanted it.

And then—

A long, wet, messy lick.

Tongue flat, broad, dragging over your slit, catching every drop of slick, lapping it up, his nose bumping against your mound, his groan muffled as he tasted you.

And Jesus fuck—he growled.

“Goddamn, baby… this sloppy little pussy.” His voice was hot against your skin, his tongue flicking out to catch another drop of arousal, swallowing it down, his thumbs spreading you open even wider. “Fuckin’ drippin’ all over my face.”

You whined, hips bucking, but Joel’s grip slammed you back down.

“Uh-uh,” he rasped, dragging his tongue up again, circling your clit, teasing, groaning loud like he was tasting something sinful, something addictive, something he was never gonna get enough of.

His lips wrapped around the swollen bud, pulling it into his mouth, sucking, his tongue flicking, his nose buried against your mound, his face pressed so deep in your pussy he was fucking drowning.

And he loved it.

You were soaked.

Dripping.

And Joel wanted it.

Wanted every drop.

His tongue licked into you, fucking inside, groaning loud when he felt your walls clench, sucking your juices from his own tongue like he was drinking you, like you were feeding him.

And fuck—

His hips rutted against the couch, grinding, his cock straining against his jeans, so fucking wet, his pre-cum soaking through, his whole body wound tight like he could come just like this, just from eating you, from tasting you, from hearing the little broken whimpers spilling from your lips.

His fingers dug in deeper, pressing into the softness of your thighs, spreading you wider, pulling you closer, burying his tongue so deep inside you it made your eyes roll back.

And then—

A rough, growled, wrecked—

“Goddamn, baby. Gonna fuckin’ stay down here.”

Joel was gone.

Buried between your thighs, tongue fucking into you like a starving man, like this was what he was made to do.

And fuck, maybe he was.

Because he was too good at it.

You moaned, dragging a hand through his hair, pulling, loving the way he groaned, the way his hips rutted harder against the couch, the way he needed this.

“Fuck, Joel,” you panted, voice thick with pleasure.

Joel growled.

He actually fucking growled, pulling you closer, spreading you wider, licking into you deeper, his tongue flicking, curling, sucking, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding himself back from humping the fucking couch like some desperate, pathetic thing.

And then—

Joel spat on it.

A wet, messy, lewd spit, right over your swollen clit.

And then?

He rubbed his face into it.

Like some depraved old pervert, moaning as he smothered himself with your slick, nuzzling into it, smearing his own spit and your arousal all over his lips, his chin, his nose .. damn nearly up to his forehead. 

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, breath hot, words slurred against your swollen folds. “Smell so fuckin’ good, baby. Taste even fuckin’ better.”

His tongue swiped over your clit, broad and firm, lapping at it like he was fucking thirsty, groaning when he felt you pulse, when he felt your thighs tremble.

He spat on it again.

And smeared it in.

Dragged his tongue through the mess, licking his own spit off your cunt like he was cleaning you up.

And fuck.

It sent a shock of pleasure straight through your body, a sharp, hot jolt that made your back arch, your mouth dropping open in a broken moan.

“Fuck, Joel,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. “I—I’m gonna—”

Joel knew.

Knew you were close, knew he had you teetering, knew you were about to fucking snap.

So he latched onto your clit, sucking, moaning, filthy and loud, his fingers bruising into your thighs, holding you open, keeping you still, forcing you to take it.

And when you came—

Oh, fuck, when you came.

Your body jerked, legs trembling, the orgasm hitting you so hard it stole the breath from your lungs, your vision going white, your whole body clenching around the pleasure, drowning in it.

And Joel?

Joel groaned.

Like he felt it.

Like your orgasm belonged to him.

Like he had just come from tasting you, from making you come, from hearing you cry out his name.

And he didn’t stop.

Didn’t fucking stop.

Kept licking. Kept sucking. Kept fucking devouring, his tongue flicking over your oversensitive clit, dragging out every last aftershock, keeping you on the edge, keeping you throbbing.

And you—

You were shaking.

Body weak, legs useless, cunt aching for something more.

“Joel,” you gasped, breathless, still trembling. “I—I want your cock.”

And Joel?

He didn’t hear you.

Didn’t process it.

Because he was lost.

Lost in your pussy, lost in the taste, lost in the way you fucking shook for him.

His tongue dragged through the mess, lapping up every drop, swallowing you down like you were something precious, something he couldn’t afford to waste.

So you tried again.

“Joel,” you panted, tugging at his hair, trying to get his attention. “I want your—”

And he still didn’t listen.

Just kept licking. Kept sucking. Kept moaning against your cunt like he was starved.

So you had to rip his face away.

Fisting your hands in his hair, pulling him back, making him look up at you—

And fuck.

His face.

Wet. Slick. Lips swollen, chin shining, pupils blown.

And his mouth—

His mouth was fucking open, his tongue still flicking like he was trying to find you, like he was looking for your pussy, like he was about to dive right back in.

He was panting, breath heavy, wrecked, like he had just fucked you, like he was the one who had just come.

And then—

A low, desperate, ruined—

“Baby, please.”

Like he needed it.

Like he needed to go back.

Like he wasn’t done yet.

The smell of you. The taste of you. The way you squirmed and moaned, your fingers sinking into his hair, giving the softest little tugs that made his cock throb.

You hummed, dragging your nails lightly against his scalp. “You gonna stay down there all night, handsome?”

Joel groaned against your thigh, his fingers tightening where they gripped your hips.

“Would if you’d let me,” he muttered, voice rough and muffled.

You laughed, breathy and teasing. “Well…” You tugged gently at his hair, tilting his head back slightly, forcing him to look up at you. “Maybe I want something else tonight.”

Joel’s head spun.

His stomach clenched, heat coiling low, thick and heavy in his gut.

Because you couldn’t possibly mean—

“Maybe,” you mused, trailing your fingers down his face, smirking. “You should fuck me instead.”

Joel went completely fucking still.

A full-body freeze.

Because, holy shit.

He hadn’t even considered it.

He hadn’t dared to.

Had been so caught up in this—this ritual, this worship, this sick fucking devotion of getting to lose himself between your thighs, mouth greedy and desperate, tongue messy and unrelenting—he hadn’t let himself imagine it going further.

Hadn’t even let himself hope for it.

But now?

Now, you were looking at him with those big, bright eyes, your lips curled in something teasing and wicked, your fingers trailing down his chest, and fuck.

It hit him.

Like a fucking freight train.

He was gonna fuck you.

Joel groaned, his head falling forward against your stomach, breath heavy, body shaking as his hands gripped your thighs, squeezing so tight it bordered on bruising.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, more to himself than you. “Fuck. Baby.”

You grinned, delighted. “Yeah?”

Joel swallowed, lifting his head, his gaze burning as he looked up at you.

“Yeah.”

His voice was rough, wrecked.

“Then get up here, old man,” you purred, tugging at his shoulders. “Come fuck me.”

And, fuck, he was gonna.

Somehow, he managed to kneel between your legs, looming over you, broad and heavy and burning with something filthy and desperate.

Somehow, he managed to unbuckle his belt, yank his zipper down, pull himself free—

You hadn’t expected this.

Hadn’t expected him to be this thick.

Because, fuck me.

Joel Miller was fucking big.

The way his cock twitched the second the cool air hit it, sending a slow, heavy bead of precome dripping down—hot and sticky, landing right on your stomach.

God.

Your breath hitched, your thighs twitching where they were still spread open for him, aching.

And Joel?

He was just watching.

Watching that glistening drop smear against your skin, dragging his fist slow along his length, squeezing at the base, like he was trying to calm himself down.

Not that it was working.

Because he was dripping.

Leaking all over you, precum slick and thick, dribbling down the fat head of his cock, smearing over the tip as he worked himself, his jaw clenched tight, breathing heavy.

His cock was—fuck.

Thick. So fucking thick.

Broad, heavy in his palm, his shaft veined and throbbing, dark with need, his swollen head gleaming wet under the dim light.

A thick trail of silver and black hair led down from his stomach, curling around the base—graying just like the rest of him, salt-and-pepper in a way that made your stomach tighten.

And his balls.

Heavy and full, hanging low, tight and aching with neglect, pulled up just slightly, like his body was already fighting to hold off the inevitable.

And Joel—Joel was losing his fucking mind.

Because fuck.

Your soft, pretty body sprawled out beneath him, tits still sticky from his mouth, your stomach slick with the mess he was dripping all over you, your thighs spread open, that sweet, soaked pussy waiting for him—his cock.

He groaned, low and ruined, watching another thick bead of precum slip from the head, drooling down his shaft, slicking up his fingers.

He couldn’t stop leaking.

Couldn’t stop fucking twitching, pulsing in his own grip, so hard it was almost painful.

His body was betraying him.

Decades of needing, decades of nothing, and now?

Now he was about to lose it over just this.

Just you, looking up at him like that.

Smiling sweetly like you fucking knew.

Like you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

Joel groaned, watching your expression shift, watching your eyes flick down to where he was gripping himself, your lips parting just slightly, breath hitching.

And fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

He smirked. Just a little.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Ain’t gettin’ shy on me now, are ya?”

You dragged your gaze back up to his, grinning lazily, voice smooth and teasing. “Nah, just thinking.”

Joel raised a brow, cocking his head. “Yeah? ’Bout what?”

Your lips curled.

“How the hell this thing’s gonna fit inside me.”

Joel growled.

A deep, guttural, feral fucking sound, his grip tightening around his cock, his other hand gripping your thigh, yanking you closer.

You giggled, delighted, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down, his body pressing heavy against yours, his cock resting hot and thick against your belly, pulsing.

He was panting.

You could feel it, the heat of his breath against your cheek, the slight tremble in his arms, the pure need radiating off him.

“You’ll take it,” he murmured, voice rough and low, dangerous in a way that made your stomach clench. “You’ll take all of it, baby. Ain’t no way I’m not givin’ you every goddamn inch.”

Fuck.

You whimpered.

And Joel—he fucking felt it.

Felt the way you clenched around nothing, the way your thighs trembled, the way your nails dug into his shoulders.

Felt the way your body was begging for it.

“Joel…” Your voice was thinner now, breathless.

He smirked.

“What, baby?” He pressed against your entrance, just barely, the thick head of his cock stretching you the tiniest bit before he pulled away again, teasing, watching the way your body tensed, the way your breath hitched. “You were talkin’ so much before. What happened?”

You whined.

Louder this time.

And Joel groaned, dropping his forehead against yours, shaking his head.

“Jesus,” he murmured. “You’re so fuckin’ spoiled, baby.”

Then—

Joel pressed forward.

Slow.

Heavy.

Thick.

The swollen head of his cock pushed against your slick entrance, parting your folds, stretching you open inch by agonizing inch. Your body clenched around him instinctively, the burn sweet and deep, making you gasp, your fingers digging harder into his shoulders.

“Fuck—” Joel groaned, long and drawn out, his forehead dropping against yours as he fought to hold himself back, his hands gripping your waist so tightly you knew there’d be bruises come morning. “Goddamn, baby… s’fuckin’ tight—”

You moaned at the stretch, the way your cunt swallowed him up, the way he felt inside you—thick and throbbing, pulsing against your walls, filling you more than you ever thought possible.

And fuck, he wasn’t even all the way in yet.

Joel was shaking.

Every muscle in his body drawn tight, his cock twitching as he struggled to keep himself together, to not just slam in all at once and lose himself in the hot, wet grip of you.

He was too old for this shit.

Too fucking old to be trembling like some desperate goddamn virgin, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt, his breath coming in ragged pants as he forced himself to go slow.

But Jesus Christ—

You were so small.

So fucking tiny compared to him, your cunt squeezing around his cock like it was trying to keep him out, like you weren’t built to take something this fucking big.

But you would.

You had to.

Joel wasn’t stopping.

“Take it,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, voice wrecked, low and strained. “You’ll fuckin’ take all of it, little girl. Gonna stretch you out real nice, make you mine.”

You whimpered, legs trembling as you tried to relax, tried to take him deeper.

“Good job, sweet girl,” Joel groaned, voice rough, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, spreading them wider, pressing his weight against you. “That’s it. That’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

You clenched around him at that, and Joel felt it—felt the way your body squeezed him, the way your breath hitched, the way your back arched just slightly, like your body was instinctively trying to get more.

And fuck, that just about broke him.

His hips twitched, and suddenly, he was sinking deeper, forcing more of his cock inside your tight little cunt, and you gasped, nails raking down his arms as he stretched you even further, the feeling almost too much, too full—

But fuck, it felt so good.

“Joel—”

He groaned at the sound of his name falling from your lips, dark eyes snapping up to meet yours, pupils blown wide, his lips parted as he panted against your mouth.

“Yeah, baby?” he rasped, voice dripping with heat.

You couldn’t even form words. Couldn’t think past the way he felt inside you, past the way he was holding you open, filling you up, stretching you out in a way you’d never felt before.

“More,” you whispered, breath hitching, thighs trembling. “Please.”

Joel growled.

Deep and low, something primal and wrecked, and before you could process it—

He thrust forward.

Burying himself to the fucking hilt.

You choked on a gasp, your whole body jerking at the sheer force of it, the sudden fullness, the way he bottomed out inside you, his cock nestled so deep it felt like he was fucking splitting you in half.

Joel snapped.

The last thread of his restraint fucking gone.

“Fuck—” He groaned, hips jerking, grinding himself deeper, reveling in the way you squirmed, the way you moaned, the way your body clenched around him like you never wanted to let go.

“Goddamn, sweetheart—” His voice was all rough edges, his head dropping to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. “You feel that? How deep I am?”

You could barely think, barely breathe, barely function beyond the overwhelming stretch of him inside you, the way he filled every inch of you, every nerve ending fucking screaming in pleasure.

Joel didn’t wait for an answer.

Didn’t need one.

Because he knew.

Knew you felt it.

Knew you loved it.

“Look at you,” he groaned, his lips dragging over your throat, his fingers digging into your thighs. “Takin’ me so fuckin’ good, sweetheart. Made for this. Made to take my cock, weren’t you? You were askin' for this, huh? Teasin' me all these weeks?”

You moaned.

Loud and wrecked, your head tilting back, exposing more of your throat, and Joel fucking ate it up.

“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezin’ me so goddamn tight,” he rasped, voice strained, his hips pulling back just slightly before pressing forward again, grinding against that soft, spongy spot inside you. “Like this little pussy don’t wanna let me go.”

You whimpered.

Because it didn’t.

Didn’t want him to go.

Didn’t want anything except more—more of him, more of this, more of the way he was stretching you open, fucking ruining you for anyone else.

And Joel knew it.

Could feel it.

Could see it in the way your body arched, in the way your nails dug into his skin, in the way you moaned his name like a prayer.

And fuck—

That did something to him.

Something dark.

Something needy.

Something possessive.

His hips snapped forward, harder this time, and you cried out, hands flying up to grip his shoulders, and fuck, he loved that sound.

“Oh, god—i - you feel so good,” you cry, eyes fluttering shut, pleasure rolling over you in hot, heavy waves.

“Yeah, baby?” he rasped, voice full of filthy heat. “That what you want? Want me to fuck this sweet little pussy with my cock? Want me to ruin you?”

You gasped, back arching, nails dragging down his back.

“Yes—”

And that was all he needed.

All he needed to let go, to give in, to let the raw, aching need consume him.

Joel’s grip on your hips tightened, and then—Joel growled.

A deep, wrecked, guttural thing that ripped through his chest, and suddenly—he was moving.

Thrusting.

Fucking you.

“Oh—oh god—” Your back arched, breath hitching, body jolting with each sharp thrust, each desperate snap of his hips.

Joel fucking grinned.

“That what it takes, huh?” he rasped, voice dripping with filthy satisfaction. “A big cock to shut you up, baby? Hm?”

You moaned, head lolling back against the cushions, unable to form words, pleasure slamming into you so hard your mind went blank.

And Joel? He ate it up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he gritted out, gripping your hips tighter, dragging you down onto him, forcing you to take every inch. “Too busy takin’ my cock to be a smug little brat now, huh?”

You whimpered.

And Joel groaned, eyes rolling back slightly as his pace faltered, his cock twitching inside you.

Fuck—he wasn’t gonna last.

Not with this.

Not with the way you were tightening around him, squeezing him like you wanted him to cum, like you wanted him to break apart inside you, wanted to milk every drop from his aching cock.

His breath turned ragged, hips stuttering, muscles tensing, and—

“Oh, baby—shit, I—I won’t—”

His voice broke.

He gritted his teeth, fighting it, holding on as long as he could, but you were so fucking tight, so fucking wet, so fucking perfect—

And then—

You clenched around him again, dragging him deeper, pressing your lips to his ear, voice all soft and sweet—

“Cum for me, Joel.”

And that was it.

Joel snapped.

His body locked up, cock throbbing as a strangled groan tore from his throat, his hips pressing flush against you as he spilled deep inside you, pumping you full, burying himself as deep as he could while pleasure crashed over him in heavy, burning waves.

His breath stuttered, his whole body trembling, nails digging into your skin.

Your body was still trembling, sweat slicking your skin, the heat between your legs thick and wet with the mess Joel had already left inside you. Your mind was still spinning, your breath uneven, but Joel wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He held you close, his big body still caging you in, his thick arms wrapped around you like he needed to keep you there, to pin you down, to claim you.

His lips moved against your damp skin, pressing soft, wet kisses against your shoulder, up your throat, nuzzling against the sensitive skin behind your ear as he let out a deep, satisfied groan.

But then—

Another pulse.

Another deep, warm spurt of cum filling you up, coating your walls even though you swore he had already given you everything he had.

Your breath hitched, your body twitching slightly as you felt it—felt him still throbbing, still leaking, still making sure every single drop stayed buried inside you.

“Joel,” you gasped, tilting your head back against the couch, your fingers curling weakly into his sweaty back. “You’re still cumming?”

Joel grunted against your neck, his hips giving a slow, almost involuntary push forward, like he was trying to press himself even deeper, to make sure it stuck. His lips dragged up to your jaw, warm and slightly open, his breath ragged, his voice wrecked when he finally muttered,

“Still got more for you, baby.”

Fuck.

Your stomach tightened, another wave of heat rolling through you at the sheer desperation in his tone, the filth in his words. You felt his mouth on you again, felt the rough scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin, and then—

Joel groaned, his lips finally finding yours, capturing them in a slow, wet kiss. The second you moaned into it—

Another slow pulse inside you.

Another spurt.

Hot, deep, filling you up all over again.

Joel shuddered against you, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, swallowing your soft whimpers as he rocked into you, his cock still buried deep, still throbbing, still giving you everything.

You broke the kiss first, tilting your head back against the couch, a dazed, smug little smile curling on your lips. “You really are an old pervert,” you murmured, voice teasing, breathless.

Joel’s hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your face back toward his. His dark eyes were hooded, heavy with lust, filled with something possessive and raw as his fingers flexed slightly, keeping you in place.

“And you,” he rasped, his voice low, dangerous, “are a fuckin’ menace.”

His hips rocked again, and you let out a choked little gasp as you felt just how deep he was still buried inside you, still stretching you, still keeping you full. He groaned at the sound, dipping his head to bite softly at your bottom lip before licking over it, tasting you, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, lazy tease.

You melted into it, humming softly as you curled your fingers into the damp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly.

Joel growled.

His breath was heavy against your lips, warm and ragged, his body shuddering slightly as the last waves of pleasure pulsed through him. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your jaw, then another just beneath your ear, his lips soft and warm and so different from the way he’d just fucked you—filthy and desperate and rough.

Now, he was gentle.

Now, he was melting against you.

His weight pressing you down, his hands smoothing over your hips, his fingers curling possessively around the softness of your thighs. Keeping you close. Keeping you his.

You sighed, shifting just slightly, feeling the thick heat of him settle inside you, the stretch easing, leaving behind a deep, satisfied ache. You were so full.

So stuffed with him.

And god, you could feel it—the way he was still throbbing deep inside, the way the sticky warmth of his spend was already beginning to leak out, thick and hot, slicking your thighs where you were still stretched wide around him.

You smirked.

“Hm,” you mused, tilting your head back against the couch, letting your fingers drag lazily down his back. “I really got forty-year-old cum inside me right now, huh?”

Joel groaned, shifting slightly, dragging his lips down the curve of your throat, nipping softly. “Baby, don’t—”

“What?” You grinned, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you rolled your hips slightly, making him hiss. “Just stating facts.”

Joel exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing where they gripped your waist, holding you still. “Not forty,” he muttered, his voice a low, grumbled thing against your skin.

You hummed, tilting your head slightly. “Oh? My bad. Forty-something-year-old cum.”

Joel groaned again, his forehead dropping against your shoulder. “You’re impossible.”

You laughed softly, your fingers threading through his damp hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. “And yet,” you purred, voice sweet and teasing, “you still came so deep inside me.”

His hips flexed, pushing deeper, and you gasped, arching slightly beneath him. Joel lifted his head then, dark eyes meeting yours, something warm and hungry and satisfied settling there.

“Damn right, I did.”

You shivered.

His lips curled slightly, his hand dragging down to rest against your lower belly, pressing there—right over the place where you were still stuffed full of him.

“Know how long I been thinkin’ about that?” he murmured, fingers flexing slightly. “Fillin’ you up like this?”

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering as he rolled his hips again, slow, lazy, letting you feel every inch of him inside you. “Joel…”

His lips found yours again, slow and deep and lingering, his tongue sliding against yours in a soft, lazy tease. You melted into it, letting him kiss you slow, letting him take his time, letting him savor the taste of you, the feel of you, the warmth of you still wrapped around him.

When he finally pulled back, he looked at you for a long moment, his hand smoothing up your side, curling around your ribs, tracing absentminded circles into your skin.

“You okay, sweet girl?” he murmured, voice softer now, rough around the edges but warm.

You exhaled, stretching slightly, feeling the way his body fit against yours, warm and solid and safe. You felt good.

Better than good.

A slow, satisfied smile curled on your lips. “More than okay.”

Joel grunted, pressing one last kiss to your jaw before finally shifting, pulling out slowly, carefully, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he felt just how soaked you were.

He sat back, dark eyes dragging over the sight of you—legs spread, pussy messy and glistening, his cum already beginning to leak out onto the couch. His jaw clenched, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach out and push it back inside.

Your smirk deepened. “Like what you see?”

Joel exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. “You’re gonna be the death of me, girl.”

You stretched your arms over your head, arching slightly, your grin widening. “Well,” you mused, voice lazy and satisfied, “if you die, at least you’ll die a very happy pervert.”

Joel rolled his eyes, reaching for you, tugging you onto his lap effortlessly, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close.

You sighed, melting into him, pressing your forehead against his, your fingers dragging up the back of his neck.

Joel exhaled, his breath warm against your lips, his fingers flexing slightly where they gripped your hips.

Then, voice low, murmured against your mouth—

“Yeah, baby. Happiest I’ve ever been.”

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...Hey y'all im back. Opinions and comments are greatly appreciated please PLEASE (please)

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this is what natasha would do 100%

♡ FUCK ME! OWN ME! — natasha romanoff x camgirl!reader

word count: 5758

summary: natasha completely ruins you ♡

warnings: 18+ | brat-tamer!natasha romanoff x bratty!camgirl reader, dubious consent (?), fingering (reader receiving), daddy kink, degradation, mean mean natasha, pussy slapping, face slapping, cum filled strap, spanking, face fucking, nipple stimulation (slightly ig), age gap (reader is 23 and natasha is 41)

note: I’m such a whore for brat tamer natasha, this idea has been bugging me for the past few days 😵‍💫 hope y’all enjoy! Ps ignore the mistakes 🏃🏽‍♀️

“I know this exciting but.. the only person I’ll be doing the meet up with is the most most highest tipper in this stream! the meet up will be next week and the lucky one who gets to meet up with me gets to do whatever they want with me along with that before the meet up, the winners get to have special video for them as per their request!” the moment you finished, the tips began flooding in and the smile on your cheeks became bigger as you watched the money go from hundreds to thousands, after idly watching the tips come in, the biggest tip you’ve ever received popped up ‘Bl4ckWid0w has donated 20,000 usd’ and your eyes lit up like a christmas tree “wow! thank you so much widow!! that’s a really huge amount, I’ll text you all the details privately” you smiled.

“And to those who didn’t win, it’s okay, if I ever do this again, you will have a chance! Bye-Bye!!”

You ended the live and went to Bl4ckWid0w’s profile, you looked at her account, she had been your long time subscriber and probably one of your biggest donators. You knew nothing about her yet there were times where both you had interacted whether it be her asking you to do something for her by giving you a tip or by texting you to ask your day was, as little it was, you liked it when she asked you about your day, although she didn’t share anything about her, you were accustomed to her presence in your live streams.

Opening the messages you gave her the details, the time she could choose that since next week you were free without anything to do, you anticipated her message but were disappointed when she just texted you to meet up at café that was located 30 minutes away from your place on 21st november at 6:00 pm. ‘What about the video request?’ you questioned her, watching the text bubbles appear and the text come in clear “I don’t need it.” “Oh okay” you replied back. You didn’t believe it, ‘rude.’ you thought people would die to have you make a special video for them but here she was denying it, you wondered what type of a person she was, considering she spoke kind of rude online.

Still you were waiting for 21st november to come by soon.

Natasha had been one of your long time subscribers, discovering you while scrolling mindlessly through a camgirl site, when she first saw you were so inexperienced that it hurt, it was clear to her that you were just another dumb bitch who did this for money, but something about you drew her into your streams everyday, she watched you grow into a somewhat popular and slightly experienced girl, who fucked herself dumb on her biggest dildo, a gift from Bl4ckWid0w, smiling at every tip that came your way.

After working at her well paying but quite stressful job as a forensics psychologist she would come home, eat her food before watching you whore yourself out for millions of people to see, she simply couldn’t help it when her own hand bought her pleasure from watching you.

One day after much consideration she had decided to be a full time tipper to your live streams and she knew that was that best decision she had made when you thanked her for the tip whilst you bounced up and down on the glass dildo, smiling like an idiot while the tears of pleasure slid down your eyes as you chased your high, she thought that it was the most beautiful sight she has ever witnessed.

Natasha smirked as she saw you reply to her message before lying down in bed, falling asleep to thoughts of the things she will be doing to you once she has you with her.

Time flies when you are having fun, soon enough the anticipated 21st november comes knocking at your door. You put on your make up and wore your dress, which was tight around your body, after all you were probably going to end up getting fucked by this woman. You decided to wear stockings and your heels, grabbing your keys you locked the house and got in your car.

After exact 30 minutes you reached your destination. Walking into the threshold, you looked around trying to find the infamous widow. “y/n?” a voice called out for you, you turned to the direction the voice came from and were met with sharp green eyes and features that looked like they were sculpted by the Greek gods themselves. “I’ve been waiting for you” she murmured taking you in fully, the tight fit dress that you wore and the way you looked at her so starstruck.

“Oh hey! I’m sorry if I was late.” you said looking at her, a soft smile on your face. “It’s completely fine, I forgot to put any way to identify me, my fault. My name is Natasha by the way.” “I’m y/n, but you already know that” you giggled awkwardly and Natasha smiled. “Anywho I got us a seat near there, come” she said. Natasha walked over to the seats and you followed her, nervousness slowly slipping into your belly.

The café had a nice ambience, it was comforting and the seat Natasha had reserved offered a nice view to the strangely peaceful beach that was laying outside. “Order whatever you want, I’ll be paying.” Natasha said not even bothering to look at you as she perused the menu. You felt kind of discarded, you thought the person you would be meeting, especially one of your highest tipper, if not the highest, they’d be talking to you non stop, treating you like some queen. Clearly your expectations were too high.

“So.. what do you do, I mean as in your job.” you asked trying to start a conversation. She looked at you “I am a forensics psychologist” you smiled “Oh! I am actually working on psychology degree, it’s so nice to see someone else interested in it, so what aspect of it do you like the most?” Natasha was quite surprised, maybe she wasn’t completely right about you, you didn’t strike her as the type to be, well… smart.

“I mostly took it because I’m extremely interested in studying the human brain and human behaviour. I also liked the crime aspect of it, I guess. I didn’t know you went to college.” Natasha kept her answer short, she didn’t want to reveal too much of her life to someone like you. After all you were nothing but a whore on the internet, you weren’t that interesting in real life, maybe the only good thing about you was your body. You couldn’t help but scowl at her comment, ‘okay so she was rude’ you thought. “Have you decided on what you wanted to order?” she asked still not looking at you.

“Nah not really, the menu is not as colourful as I thought it would be, I’ll just have whatever you’re having” you said dismissively, for a café with such a good ambience the menu really didn’t do it justice. Natasha raised her eyebrow but didn’t question before getting up and going to the counter to place their order.

You watched as the ordered food was placed in front of you “so fast?” you ask. Natasha shrugged “they have customers to serve” “anyways after this we can go to my apartment” she said sitting down. “oh I don’t wanna do that” you certainly weren’t expecting that, well you were but you didn’t really think about the other aspects of well doing a meet up and saying “the winner can do whatever want they want with me” wasn’t quite tasteful but also because Natasha seemed to not be interested in you as a person, she didn’t look at you when you spoke, she had undermined you slightly and just ordered you around to go to her apartment so she could fuck you. Seriously? how inconsiderate of her to not even ask YOU what you wanted to do.

Natasha looked up to see your frownl, she just snorted “Eat your food, it’s gonna get cold. We’ll talk about this outside.” she said. You looked at her ‘oh. my. god.’ you thought this woman couldn’t get anymore infuriating but here she was, finishing up her pasta quickly and waiting for you to finish, she was on her phone, of course why would she look at you, you internally scoffed.

You ate your food silently, occasionally stealing glances of Natasha. You couldn’t deny the fact that the woman was beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. But all of it was gone because she was such a bitch, it wasn’t even funny. You knew from her actions that she liked being in control, too bad for her you always stayed on top.

“I’m done” you said breaking the silence and Natasha just nodded. She motioned a waiter to the table, and took our her credit card “here you go” she said handing the black card to the man. “I don’t know if I want to yknow..” you trailed off. Natasha looked at you before snorting “according to your rules, you said I’d be able to do anything I want to do with you, y/n” your name left her mouth and it felt a like sin when you felt a soft thump in your chest, damn her and damn her hot voice. “I have a lot of things I want to try out, yknow, considering” she leaned closer you watched as her green eyes, fearing that if you looked longer into them, you’d be sucked into a never ending pool, that you didn’t want to be in. “how much you can take.” she finished, leaning back. The soft smile on her face contrasted with the look on her face, you truly felt like a deer caught in headlights right now.

The waiter came back with the receipt and card, Natasha stood up, expecting you to follow her and you did, like a lost puppy, all ready for her. Natasha couldn’t help but smirk, the uncertainty in your eyes, something that was so foreign to your face, usually she had only seen you fucked out and crying, and she couldn’t ward of the wave of excitement that coursed through her when she thought about how she would have you, just like that underneath her in a few moments.

The moment you reached the car, Natasha pulled you in for a kiss. It was so rough yet so sweet— you’d never been kissed like this before, it was a kiss so primal, full of need and urgency. You felt her push into your mouth, tracing every inch inside,a gasp left your mouth and you pushed her away so that you could breathe.

Natasha looked at you “how rude.” she said fixing the shirt that she wore. “Could’ve at least asked me my permission” you snarked back glaring at her while simultaneously trying to ignore the wetness that grew around your thighs. “I’m not some common whore, okay? I did this so I can show my appreciation, I’m not looking to be treated like a slut.” you continued, you hated the way she made you feel, you hated the way she made you wet with one kiss, she was so rough but her eyes were gentle, and you absolutely loathed when you heard her chuckle.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to demand me for anything” she leaned down “in my eyes, this “event” is nothing but you slutting yourself out for money, after all there is no reason for you to be acting like some puritan” her breath was hot on your face, you flinched when she got even more closer, fuck her and her tallness. You were practically cornered between her and the car “when I’ve seen you come apart in many ways, multiple times in front of millions of people no need to act coy baby, I’m curious to see how well you’ll take me. Now, be a good girl for me and get into my car, before I have to force you in.” she rasped out against your ear, giving it a bite before getting into the drivers seat.

Realising there was no way out of this situation, you decided it was better to get it over with, you’ll just fuck her and leave. Getting in the car, Natasha flashed a smile to you before driving.

Her house was nice, like really nice. It made sense to you how she was able to spend money on you like that, clearly there was no shortage of money when it came to Natasha.

Natasha came behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, she wasted in no time in leaving kisses over your neck. You couldn’t help but whimper. “Wait” you said. “Hmm?” Natasha didn’t stop “I want to be on top” you said no stated. Natasha laughed, “I disagree.” she said “remember sweetheart, you have no right to demand anything. why don’t you stop being a pushover and shut up” Natasha grinned before turning you around. “Oh yea?” you sneered before grabbing her collar, slamming your mouth on to hers.

Natasha growled at the sound of the teeth meeting, she quickly pushed you on to the couch and grabbed your hands pinning them over your head. Her strength was immense, you mused, but continued in trying to take the lead. Both of you didn’t stop until you had to break away to catch your breath. Natasha grabbed your shirt and ripped it off of you, you look at her wide eyed “what the fuck!?” Natasha just looked at you as the answer was obvious. “You’re adorable, trying to take the lead, but it’s pathetic.” she said “you’re infuriating.” “Oh I can be so much more than just infuriating.” She laughed before leaning down to tug at your nipples, they were pierced and the metal just added more onto the sensation.

“F—uck” you breathed out, back arching slightly against her as Natasha’s tongue pressed flat against your left nipple while her thumbs rolled the other one. “N-no not like it, it’ll hurt” you whisper, when Natasha tugged at your nipple, the only semblance of response you got was her smirk. She pinched your nipple as hard as she could while her tongue licked and sucked on the other “AH! D-DONT do that” you yelled, but the pain was so delicious you helplessly rubbed your thighs together.

You couldn’t help but mewl, when she licked your breast again, her hand was now kneading them, her lips downing on your stomach, so close to your core. You felt helpless, completely. Natasha was much more stronger than you, she held your hands pinned with one arm while the other inched closer and closer to your gushing core. You felt the humiliation soak your panties, “fuck you.” you hissed when Natasha gave another pinch to your hardened nub. Natasha didn’t have smile on her face this time, it was so monotone, you watched as she let go of your arms. “Wanna see something” she asked so eerily out of character but maybe she was just giving you a chance. “Yes.”

“Come with me” Natasha walked upstairs and you half naked followed her upstairs, most probably to her bedroom. You’ll show her how much her cockiness will last, you were sure you’ll have her begging.

You entered her bedroom, impressive. The king sized bed the laid in the centre of the room, the velvety blankets looked so inviting, the curtains were closed but you could see the moon light shine through the gaps. There were two large wardrobes, she didn’t strike you as someone who owned a lot of clothes, your assumption was proven correct when Natasha opened the wardrobe to show you the vast collection of sex toys that were in there, you felt your breath hitch.

Natasha reached out into the wardrobe before pulling out a thick strap which probably double the length of your longest strap “I assume you have no problem with this?” she queried “no, in fact that’s exactly something I would like to use.” you said feeling yourself getting a confidence boost, but it didn’t last long when Natasha chuckled “oh baby, who told you will be the one doing the work? you’re so stupid” Natasha mocked you before practically stalking over to you.

“Kneel.” she demanded, when you shook your head and stood your ground, she slapped you. The slap echoed across the room and you were completely flabbergasted “I’ve had enough of your disgusting behaviour, you’re such a spoiled brat aren’t you?” she spat grabbing you forcefully before pushing you down on the ground “fuck you.” you glared at her, but Natasha only looked at you with a smug smile “Now you understand, what you signed up for?” when she received no answer, she sighed “No answer? well I guess I’ll just have to fuck it out of you.”

You watched her adjust her harness over before putting the strap on. You hated to admit the fact that you’re aroused, the wetness that was pooling down was simply humiliating and you knew the moment Natasha saw it she’d mock you to the point you’d rather just crawl into a hole and disappear.

“Open” she said, you were defiant, Natasha felt the anger slowly start simmering inside her. “I said open” you pretended you didn’t hear her, your gaze was on the floor” “Y/N, I won’t say this again, open up you slut” she grabbed your face harshly making you look up at her “make me.” you spat before you could even react another slap so much more harsher slap was delivered on your face, your whole face recoiled from the force of your slap and you couldn’t hold the tears that dripped down your cheek in pain but nor could you ignore how your cunt throbbed at the violent action.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but if you are going to make this difficult, I’m afraid I’ll have to continue doing this.” She cooed stroking your hair her voice was so sickeningly sweet, something that almost made you want to submit to her and you did.

The sound of your sniffle left your throat before you could even control it and the humiliation of crying in front of her made you sick. But obediently you opened your mouth wide and couldn’t help but feel proud when Natasha smiled and patted your head, a sincere action— the kind of action that made you want to do anything for her. Just so she could do smile like that at you again.

But her gentleness quickly disappeared as she shoved her cock, hitting your uvula. Natasha completely ignored your gagging, the way you choked around her length, all of this continued to add on to her pleasure and soon she sunk into the complete sensation, slamming the strap down into your throat, you could feel the tears slip out and the spit dribble down your chin. “F-uuck you should see yourself right now, I wish I could record this and show this to your fans, you would love that wouldn’t you slut? you would be fucking ruined at the fact that everyone will be able to see you getting fucked like this.” she moaned. You mumbled in disagreement but she just grabbed your hair before increasing her violent pace on your throat “Daddy’s gonna ruin you, yea? fuck you so good turn you into my little cock slut, I bet you’re so wet at that right now, aren’t you bitch?” she growled kicked slightly at your crotch and you cried out in pain and delightful pleasure.

“Shit! if your mouth is like this I wonder how the pussy will be like, I bet you’re gonna welcome it like a fucking whore, bet you get passed around by everyone” Natasha watched as you tried to disagree but could only babble on her dick. “FUCK fuck gonna cum, you better swallow it” she grabbed your hair tighter before pressing her front into your face and soon you felt the sweet liquid slide down your throat.

You absolutely loathed the fact that she was practically forcing you to submit, you had no problem in doing so but because it was Natasha, you didn’t want to. Natasha made you feel all types of things, angry, infuriated and most importantly small. You didn’t know why during the short time you have known her, she had clearly established that you were not person but an object to her and that you’d be below her no matter what, it was demeaning but what’s more demeaning was the fact when she called herself daddy, you couldn’t help but feel something snap inside of you. But you decided to have self control, if Natasha had treated you with some decency instead of manhandling you and forcing you maybe, just maybe you’d be willing to call her daddy, but right now you were not going to give her the satisfaction of you completely submitting to her.

Natasha pulled out of your mouth the strand of cum sticking against your lips, she inhaled sharply “you look even more pretty like this” you glared at her. “Still acting tough, I see. Guess you won’t be broken that easily, huh?” she said more to herself than to you. Natasha grabbed your arm roughly before dragging you and throwing you on to her bed ‘okay. that was hot.’ you wondered how much she worked out, considering how prominent her biceps were even against the fabric of her clothes, your pussy couldn’t help but drool as Natasha got her fingers on you.

“Contrary to how you feel, your pussy loves being treated like this” Natasha said her smile growing as she watched your hole twitch, clit standing at full attention, she pinched it slightly make you jolt up.

Natasha ran her fingers up and down your folds before dipping two fingers into you, a needy whine left your mouth and you thrust your hips out to her fingers. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Natasha husked out, adding two more of her fingers and thrusting deeper into you, the hot sensation of your pussy parting to let her in, so deliciously inviting.

She starting thrusting in to you, so fast and so hard, the moans began slipping out more and you were being plunged more into that sub space, “FUCKK right t-there!!!” you sobbed when Natasha hit a particular spot that made you see stars. The room was filled with the sound of Natasha’s occasional grunts, the sound of your squelching pussy and your moans. The coil in your stomach tightened, “yes. yes. YES!” you felt that pressure build, you were so ready. No vibrator or dildo made you feel like this, you couldn’t deny Natasha was an expert, she knew what to do and where to touch.

It was so so good. You were probably going to have the best orgasm of your life, you didn’t even care if it was Natasha bringing you over the edge, you wanted to reach that edge, you were so close, so close, so full of her fingers until you weren’t. You were hollow, empty, the pleasure was gone just like that. Natasha smiled as she watched your face contort into a dumb founded expression.

“Surely, you didn’t think I was gonna let you cum after what you did.” the tears of frustration glazed over your eyes, you were so close that it hurt. “Why?” you asked “Do you think you deserve to cum after acting like such a spoiled brat?” Natasha asked eyebrows raised, you looked at her like she had done something criminal. “Fuck you.” you hissed.

Natasha chuckled “you’re not making this any better for yourself, yknow? just say it, say it. you know you want to.” Natasha cupped your cunt feeling the wetness dribble down in between her fingers, “now I want to you to count, if you don’t I’ll just do until you’ll be begging me to stop, and even if you beg I won’t stop.” she didn’t even elaborate on what it meant.

The slap that landed on your pussy felt so much more different than the one that landed on your cheek. You whined, but didn’t count. You didn’t even realise when Natasha smiled it wasn’t because of the whine that slipped out your mouth, it was because she loved that you were challenging little thing. So cute you were trying so hard to be all tough but it won’t be long before you were begging for her to breed you like her bitch, all of them did one way or the other.

Another slap this one directly on the clit and you cried out the pleasure running through your veins and you could feel the knot tighten again. Still you didn’t count.

“Come on detka, how long will you deny yourself pleasure. Do you enjoy me slapping your dirty cunt like that?” She sneered as your body twitched against her fingers.

You looked at her but something broke inside you as your eyes met, she was staring at you so intently that it felt wrong, she wanted you to submit to her this bad. You felt your resolve slowly crumble when she reached out to pinch your cheek, the action made you feel little, your brain felt fuzzy at this point. You were sure you had soaked up the sheets and that Natasha had noticed your legs quivering.

Natasha looked at you like you were piece of meat, another slap landed against you and your whined in need “one!” Natasha smirked. Another one “two” you were sobbing openly “fast learner aren’t you” another one on your cunt again and another one, another one, another one, another one, another one and another one. You didn’t even know how many times it had been, you just wanted the release that Natasha was teasing you with. “Please.” you whispered. “Please what?” Natasha asked her own arousal slid down her thigh, you were finally breaking. “I wanna cum, please” this is what she wanted, right? “Come on, you know there’s more than that, go on use your big words, puppy.”

You whimpered with need trying to use puppy eyes on her hoping that was enough “That won’t work. Come on just say the word, say it.” Natasha was slowly winning in her own game, you were just over the edge of falling into her web, once you did, Natasha was close to turning you into your perfect doll. She stroked your pussy again and smiled as your tears slid down your face, lips quivering.

Something inside you completely broke, driven with your own lust. You bucked your hips against her finger “PLEASE, PLEASE DADDY LET ME CUM” you yelled, no sobbed. Hoping that it will be over.

“good.” Natasha watched as you came undone on her palm, she pressed it harshly onto your clit. The muscles loosened, you were nothing but a crying mess for her. You breathed through your mouth, slumping down, unknowingly into her arms.

Natasha smirked before pressing you down on the soft mattress, you looked at her she was still fully dressed while you were half naked, panties ruined with your own cum and your shirt ripped and disregarded somewhere downstairs.

“Spread your legs, pup” Natasha commanded she spat on her strap, the sight made you whimper. “You want this in you?” “yes” you nodded furiously.

“Yes what?” Natasha frowned, were you still going to act tough? “'lease daddy want your cock in me, please” you mewled grabbing Natasha’s hand placing them on your breasts. She smiled smugly before lining her cock against your entrance before fully thrusting you out, both you released sharp moans. “Fuck didn’t expect you to be this tight” Natasha growled when your cunt clenched around her, you let out a long whine “daddy!” as she started fucking into you, so roughly as if she’s taking her anger and frustration out on your cunt, you felt so disregarded, as if you were just cum dump for her, a flesh light she could shove her dick in whenever she pleased.

“m— m feels, sooo good” you moaned gripping the satin sheets. Natasha watched as you writhe underneath her, this was much better than what she imagined, your cunt was holding onto her cock like your life depended on it. “Daddy faster” you begged and “oh fuck aren’t you a good bitch for me” “you feel so good, daddy wants to be in you forever” Natasha moaned against your ear as the harness brushed against her clit.

Her hands wrapped around your throat, gripping it tight enough for you to lose your breathe, all of this just made you want more from her, you wanted her to treat you like her slut, “tell me, tell me what you want from me, y/n” she said squeezing your throat.

“mm” you blabber out, you sniffled the sensation of being dicked down was overwhelming. “too fucked out to speak?” “ngh— fuck me, ruin me please own me I’m yours, yours! daddy please!! wan have your babies ‘lease!” you wrapped your arms round her neck, “gon- cum hhhn” Natasha watched as your cried out against her, your cunt squeezing her so violently, “daddy’s pretty whore, aren’t you?” she grabbed your throat pushing you down on the bed pinning you between the mattress and her, her cock going in and out in such speed that made you drool.

The way Natasha treated you was unacceptable but she made you feel so wanted the way she ordered you around, grabbed you, fucked you- you fucking loved it, you loved it when she called your her little bitch, you wanted her to treat you like that even more.

“daddy come with me please” you whine out, Natasha looked at you, her perfect doll. She felt her own orgasm come over her feeling you press down on her “fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Natasha came inside you and you too came undone for the second time your broken ‘thank you daddy’ were music to her ears.

Natasha looked down at you, you were pressed against her chest, tears still flowing out. “Let’s get you washed up” Natasha easily picked you up, carrying you to her bathroom.

Both of you were inside the warm tub, Natasha had washed your body since you were falling asleep. “y/n?” she asked you let out soft “hm” “get out and get dressed” she said. You looked at her confused “I need to drop you off at your house” she said as it was obvious.

“Wan stay with you, daddy” you whisper snuggling into her neck. She looked at you were you still in the sub space? “No get up or you’ll make daddy angry” your head shot up, the sleepiness going away when she said that “n—no I’m sorry” you apologised getting up and practically rushing out the bathroom, Natasha chuckled as she watched you scurry away, she had you wound around her finger so easily, it was amusing.

You went out the bathroom and you realised that Natasha had ruined your clothes. You decided to sit on the bed and wait for her to come out, while waiting for her to finish up, you kept dozing off.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” Natasha’s voice caught your attention “I-I don’t have any to wear” you whisper, slightly embarrassed. Natasha sighed before going to her closet, grabbing a pair of her shirt and pants she tossed them to you, “make it quick” you hurriedly put your clothes on and looked at her “come” she said and left the room.

Both you got out the house it was probably 1 am, you shivered at the cool air and walked closer to her, it was pathetic really how this woman had made you like this, but you liked her, you were sure of it.

Natasha got in the car and so did you “where do you live?” “it’s kinda far” you mumble hoping that it would make her not wanna drive and let you stay with her maybe you both could cuddle and fall asleep together, you wanted that.

“Tell me the directions” and with that she started driving, you told her the way to your house and she didn’t answer, just nodded. She didn’t seem like she was in the mood to talk.

You shyly placed your hand over hers, admiring how big and warm they were compared to yours. Natasha seemed to notice but didn’t make a move to brush it off.

Just like that you fell asleep.

You were woken up by Natasha, “get up, puppy” she cooed stroking your hair. You squinted to look at Natasha who had a soft smile on her face “this is your house right?” she questioned “uh-huh” you mumble sleepily, rubbing your eyes.

You got out the car “thanks for dropping me off, Natasha” you said as you looked up at the woman “it was no problem, don’t forget to put some numbing cream on your thighs, I may have gripped them too hard” she said without a hint of shame. You flushed and meekly nodded. There was an awkward silence between the both of you, you decided to cut it by leaning up on your tip toes and pressing your lips against her, she was surprised but reciprocated nonetheless. Breaking the soft kiss you looked down “I really enjoyed tonight.. I hope we can do it again” you said barely above a whisper, you felt her palm on your cheek, stroking it affectionately, you nuzzled into her palm finding comfort in her warmth.

You found yourself be disappointed when she removed it and walked away, she got in the car and slid down the window “next week same time?” she asked and you smiled “okay” and with that she sped off, you stood on the sidewalk watching her disappear into the night. Turning around you walked inside your house, silently hoping that the days would pass on quickly so she could have you once again.

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No thoughts except for being Rockstar!Sirius' girlfriend

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Double Trouble

Paring: Wolfstar x fem!reader

Warnings: Explicit themes, dom/sub themes, smut, dom!reader, sub!brat!Remus, sub!Sirius, subspace, mummy kink, overstim, uni!wolfstar

Word Count: 993

Description: Remus tries to punish Sirius while you are away. You catch them by surprise and decide to give Sirius a reward while Remus watches

A/N: Thank you for requesting nonnie! And, Thank you for being considerate!

Warning; NSFW !!

Whines and desperate gasps fill the walls of your small shared home. The smell of lust flies through the air. You put your bag down by the door and walk down to your bedroom but before you get there, you call out.

"Remmy, Siri! I'm home." It suddenly goes dead silent and there is a soft thud. You were already wise to their little ruse, but you wanted to see how they would try to hide it anyway. You make it to the bedroom door and push it open to see Remus on top of a naked Sirius with his hand over his mouth. A small pink bullet vibe sits next to them, still humming. "What do we have here?" you smirked. Sirius tried to speak but Remus' hand was still over his mouth.

"Siri was getting needy! He started touching himself so I-" you swiftly interrupted him.

"And who gave you that authority?" Remus gulped and put his head down. You got down to his eye level and grabbed his chin roughly.

"Answer me, slut." You said darkly. Remus went weak and out his hand lost grip on Sirius' mouth. Sirius quickly refuted what Remus had told you.

"Not true, mummy! Remus-" You hushed him.

"I know Siri, I know." You stroked his hair to soothe him. He whimpered at your touch. You turned back to Remus. "Get up." You ordered. Remus quickly followed your order. Sirius got back up on his knees with the weight of Remus no longer on him. He watched carefully as you ran your hands down Remus' flushed body. Remus tried to appease you pathetically.

"I'm really sorry, miss." He pouted.

"Oh, I know." You gave faux sympathy. "But, sorry isn't good enough." You pulled down his boxers and he whimpered as his cock slapped his stomach. "Were you expecting to be mean to poor Sirius and then just hide it when I got home? Huh?" He mumbled something shamefully and you slapped his thigh. He jumped. "Speak up."

"No, miss," he tried to conceal his face as it grew hot with embarrassment.

"No? Then, what?"

"I- I don't know."

"Y'know what I think?" His eyes timidly meet yours. "I think you wanted to get caught. You were gonna wear Siri out until I came home weren't you? Just so I can find you here and punish you," he fell silent. "Back on your knees." He followed that order just as quickly as the last. You walked to Sirius who adoringly fixed his eyes on you. "Siri?" you asked softly.

"Yes, mummy?" he answered smally.

"Why don't you be a darling and get mummy's strap out?" His eyes lit up and he scurried to fetch the dark blue dildo out of its place in your drawer and brought it to you carefully. Sirius loved your attention, but above all else, he loved your cock's attention. His eyes were fixed on you, but he was lost in a sappy sweet headspace. The straps of the dildo fit snugly on your hips, once you fastened the last belt. Sirius took this as a queue bow down in front of you with his ass high in the air. His weeping cock laid pathetically stiff between his legs. Remus looked on in agony as you pushed your large phallus inside of Sirius.

"Miss, please," Remus tried. You quickly hushed him.

"Hush, since you were so worried about Sirius being needy, I'm taking care of him for you." You started with a tender pace, slowly bucking your hips into Sirius. His was still sensitive from Remus' teasing but he was in heaven with you fucking him. You quickly turned to a brutal pace that left Sirius babbling 'please's and 'thank you's. You giggled at Siris' fucked out stated.

"Tell Remmy how good I fuck you Siri." You held his weak head up and had him make eye contact with Sirius. He looked up at the brunette with droopy eyes.

"Oh Rem," he gasped "S-so good," Remus' hot face looked like it was on the brink of tears.

"Aww, is something wrong Remmy?" He held his head down in shame and shook a 'no'. "This wasn't the punishment you were looking for huh?" Remus gave another 'no' "Maybe, this will teach you a lesson about messing with Sirius?"

"Yes, miss," he whimpered.

"Good."

"Mummy- so close," Sirius chimed in.

"Go ahead, cum for me Sirius." And, cum he did. The raven haired boy shook under you as he released all over the carpet. That was gonna a bitch to clean later, but you weren't worried about that. You were worried about Sirius coming down from his high.

You stroked Sirius' back as he tried to catch his breath. "That's a good boy Siri, so good for me." That's when you heard the sniffles. As you gently pulled out of Sirius, you looked up to see Remus looking down shamefully at his red-hot erection.

"Now, now," You soothed. You scooted over to the bed and stroked Remus' thigh. "There's no need for that." You took his touch-starved cock in your hand. He threw his head back and moaned pathetically.

"I'm sorry, miss." He sobbed out. You kissed up his neck and softly nibbled his ear.

"Isn't there someone else you should be apologizing to?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm sorry Sirius! So sorry," Sirius was back on his knees and nodded

"I forgive you." Sirius bit his lip and scooted closer to the two of you. He is doing a terrible job at hiding the fact that he is eyeing Remus cock.

"Don't be shy Siri." You chuckled and Sirius slowly took Remus' in his mouth. You could already tell he was tipping over the edge. You had to pull poor Sirius off of him even though he was just getting started. You gave Remus a smirk when he looked at you baffled.

"You didn't think I was gonna let you off that easily did you?"

🦋- sub!james creaming his pants in class ugh

"My poor baby looks like you're having a hard time there" You teased, your palm pressing down on his clothed erection as the professor droned on about the lesson.

"Can't take it anymore mommy..." James shook his head, closing his eyes as he unconsciously bucked his hips up to the warmth of your palm. "...'m gonna cum if y'dont stop"

You watched him, smiling as he tried his best to contain his moans "You're not gonna cum cause you're a good boy" You whispered, your fingers tracing the outline of his bulge "You are my good boy aren't you?"

James shifted his gaze towards you, tuning everything out around him "But I can't hold it–" He whined, focusing his gaze on you and only you.

"Then what are you? A bad boy?" You asked, your fingers slipping through to undo his button, pulling down his zipper to further tease him.

"N-No mommy 'm your g-good boy" His left hand gripped the table as his right moved to stop your hand. "Don't wanna be a bad boy– please mommy" You brushed his hand away, continuing to palm him through his boxers.

"Then don't cum" Your words seem to fade as he gripped your hands again, his lips parting as he shuts his eyes, bucking his hips up to your balmy palm.

You could feel the wet patch forming under your palm, seeping through his boxers as it dampened your hand. ""M sorry m-mommy" He whispers as he watched your flat expression, still holding on to your hand as more of his thick cum spurted out into his pants.

"'M a good boy, a good boy I promise" He whined, finally coming down from his high, his chest heaving as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his head.

"Good boys listen to their mommies, you better enjoy that because that is the last time 'm making you cum this week"

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187. spencer reid (18+)

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: you're dealing with a dumb, whiny boy and you are wondering where your boy genius went.

warnings: 18+, sub!spencer & dom!reader, dumbification, whining, whimpering, overstimulation, handjob, orgasm denial, begging..you know the rest ;)

a/n: this is a result of too much ai spencer tiktok edits....wrote in a rush on my phone late at night but that's how fanfiction are meant to be written. enjoy angels <3 requests are open if anyone want to drop by!

“okay spencer, this is an easy one. can you answer it for me baby?" you pause expectantly, and it takes him a while, but spencer only mewls in response, frustrated. "what states are next to louisiana?”

you see spencer’s eyebrows slowly pent up in thought but then he immediately gives up in lieu of letting out another pathetic moan, bucking up uselessly to your fingers. “answer the question baby," you prod sweetly, kissing your words into his cheek.

“i-hnfgg…” he pants breathlessly, eyes shut tight and when they flutter open, they are round with plead. “please, it hurts so bad, please let me cum i—“

you let go of his cock entirely and he whines, trying to shuffle closer so that you would touch him. in response you move away further, smirk at your lips. “be a good boy for me and i will.”

“i am being a good boy for you!” spencer whines, his eyes blown with need and watering, body writhing pathetically against the sheets. his dick is flushed an angry red and you know he’s only several strokes away from coming undone, being so closely attuned to your boy. “i’m being good i—“ his words hitched in his throat as you gently caress only the tip of his cock, teasing.

“the good boy i remember is super smart,” you slide up to him, pressing a leering kiss on his jaw. “the guy has an iq of 187. can you believe that? how rare is that?”

spencer doesn’t answer, his pleas and whines soft and stuck in his throat as he keeps trying to buck up his hips to get more of your touch, but with no avail. “hm? how rare is it spence?”

“i don’t know!” he cries, tears leaking and wetting his pretty lashes. “i—please it hurts so bad, just please let me cum i’ll do anything, please!”

“answer me and i’ll let you cum baby boy,” you say smoothly, removing your hand from him (which elicited a very impatient groan) to spit on your palm before going back again, moving your hand up and down his shaft deliberately slow. you know it drives him crazy, even crazier than he is right now and you soak in the satisfaction of it. “how many people has your kind of genius spence? hm?" you add encouragingly. "get this one right for me and i’ll let you cum baby.”

“i…uhh….” he's slow, and even slower with your hand working and overstimulating his already-sensitive cock. “one out of every hundred million people. 1000 who ever lived,” he finally decides to peel open his eyes again, searching your face for any hint of approval. as a response you flick up your wrist quickly and he nods his head back, an obscene and needy moan coming out of his mouth.

“and the states surrounding louisiana?”

his head snaps back immediately and stares at you in betrayal, like a kid being scammed out of his cookie, completely flustered and debauched. “you said one question!”

“i changed my mind baby,” you soothe, pressing an apology kiss in the corner of his mouth. “the faster you are the faster you get to cum. do you want to cum honey?”

“yes! yes i wanna cum so bad,” he cries, hands coming up to rest lightly at your waist and you can feel the tremble in them. the heavy feeling at the pit of his stomach has been there for at least half an hour now and you’ve just been toying with it, reliving it then bringing the pressure back. now he’s an absolute mess, curly hair sprayed on the pillow and stuck to his forehead, his pretty, delicate face ruined with tear stains, but it just makes him prettier. he’s completely at your mercy, writhing and whimpering and begging you to do something about his looming orgasm and you denying him of it.

“then answer the question baby boy,” you murmur encouragingly in his ear, fingers still teasing him. he’s so sensitive and overstimulated to the point that a single touch can make his entire body jump, so you are careful. too much and he might actually loose it, and you both know this. “you remember it, right spence?” you press, "the question?"

“hnngg,” he whimpers when you start biting on the lobe of his ear, grabbing and squeezing onto the sheets for dear life. “umm…arkansas and… i-i don’t know,” he admits shamefully, then desperately tries to make up for it. “but i got the first one! you said if i get it i could cum. i’ve been such a good boy for you, just this one time, please!” he begs, not in control of what he says anymore and it shows. he’s completely delirious and fucked stupid, and you take pity on him.

“aww, my sweet boy,” you coo sweetly, running your fingers through his messy mop of hair and pulling it away from his face for him. “i’m sorry angel, but if you can’t get it right, you don’t get to cum,” you whisper faux apologetically in his ear. you see when spencer’s eyes widen with horror, and the tears begins to fall freely.

“please,” he begs, his fingers pleadingly reaching out to try to touch you, convince you to change your mind. it’s a foolish and naive attempt, and he knows it too but can’t help taking his chances. he’s desperate for anything. “please, i’ll be so good for you. i’ll be your best boy. i promise. i swear. it hurts so bad y/n please, i cant take it—“

“fine,” you give in, only because you know for a fact that he can't last any longer. really, you're surprised he's managed to make it this long so far; you had already planned his punishment in your mind. your boy deserves his reward.

you speed up your movements and the sounds coming out of his mouth becomes wanton, sobs becomes louder and his whines a pitch higher and he’s strung high like a violin string, ready to snap. “cum for me, pretty boy.”

at your command his body gives out obediently, thick strings of cum spitting out of his cock, painting your hand and his hips, coating at his thighs. he twitches and his thighs tremble weakly as small blurts of cum starts to collect at the tip of his cock and you kiss him during all of it as he cries against your lips. he pants hard, and when you accidentally swipe a finger over him, he whines painfully and inches out the way, sore. when it’s over, he collapses into you, spent.

“thank you,” he says, sounding genuinely grateful, his voice muffled and his face buried in your shoulder. you laugh, fingers smoothing out the mess of his hair, pulling his head back and pressing kisses all over his face. spencer needs the aftercare, especially after being edged on for so long, needs the love and the assurance and the cuddles afterwards. "i love you."

"and i you," you say, smiling when he whines predictably, unsatisfied.

"you gotta say the whole thing," he says, looking mildly upset, lips jutting out and giving you the fattest, most foul and adorable pout, eyes big and searching.

"'m sorry," you weave your fingers with his, and he presses a kiss against your knuckles. "i love you."

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FUCKING HELL THIS IS PERFECTION DEFFO DESERVES MORE RECOGNITION WHAT

Heaven is Here (Joel Miller x reader x Tess Servopoulos)

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: Joel and Tess wreck you completely.

TW: smut with no plot, overstimulation, p in v, sub!reader, feral Tess, dom!tess, dom!joel, unprotected sex, oral receiving (female), light choking, teasing, fingering, edging, consent, nicknames, praise kink, cream pie, cum eating. Whole lotta smut (18+) MINORS DNI, this is literally just porn.

Your moans are bouncing off of the concrete walls as Tess hooks her fingers into your cunt, working you open as Joel’s rough fingertips rub tight, little circles on your clit. You bite your lip harshly to contain the filthy groans, but it doesn’t help keep them at bay.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Joel whispers into the shell of your ear, “what have we told you about holding back?” You can barely speak, the pleasure making your thoughts go fuzzy. He slaps your pussy, and brings his hand to your jaw, forcing you to look at him helplessly. 

You are brought back to earth as Tess retracts from your pussy —making you let out a frustrated whine— and slaps the inside of your thigh, “You better answer, brat. Or else this stops now.” She warns.

“Oh. Oh, god, no.” You blabber, “I’ll be good, promise!” You thank your lucky stars that they are feeling forgiving tonight.

“You think you can cum with just Tess’ fingers?” Joel grunts in your ear, as you slide your palm over his clothed erection. You nod. Tess smirks, wasting no time, going back between your opened legs, and pressing a rough kiss to your puffy center, before giving your clit a harsh suck, making you toss your head back on Joel’s shoulder.

She continues to suck, making your toes curl, as she adds her skilled fingers back into the equation. “Oh. Oh FUCK!” You hiss through clenched teeth as she presses her fingers into your heat, making your eyes roll back. “Please. Please, Oh god.” Tears stream down your cheeks making them almost as wet as your pussy. Joel brings his tongue to your tears, licking the salty substance right off your skin.

You were so close you could taste it. They must have known too from the way your back arched, your thighs began to shut the longer Tess continued. Your pussy clamped down on her digits, making her chuckle against you. And just like that, they both stop. You let out a sob, reaching out with your hands to find purchase on either one of them. “No! Please, I’ll be good,” you pout.

“Oh sweetheart,” Tess says while standing, “I know you’ll be good, you’re always so good for us.” Her coos fall on deaf ears, you can’t focus on anything that is being said due to the consistent pounding of the heartbeat in your clit. “I’ve had enough fun, preparing you. Do you think your ready to  take Joel?” She almost laughs at the way your eyes are glossed over, and your mouth parts so you can suck in a ragged breath. “Switch with me, handsome.” She directs Joel, who immediately follows her orders with a grin.

Joel goes to the foot of the bed, where your legs dangle, and he kneels before you in all your glory. His pupils widen at the sight of you, so wet, practically dripping off the comforter and onto the floor. Tess lies next to you, putting her arm behind your neck to prop your up, as she trailed her fingertips down your torso with feather-like touches, awakening every nerve in your body. 

“Fuck, Tess.” Joel lets out a breathy groan, as he parts your lips with his hands, “god, look at you. So messy, and ready for me to split you open, huh.” You gulp, and let out a whine when he starts where Tess left off.

He eats you out like a starved man, tongue lapping at your entrance, then sucking on your bud. He tosses your legs over his shoulder, and hooks his arms under your thighs to keep himself as close to your pussy as humanly possible. 

Alternatively, Tess is speaking filthy thoughts into your ears, praising you for how good you are being, “Fuck, you look so pretty all fucked out. Look at our girl, Joel, isn’t she being so very good.”

Your thighs are tightening around Joel’s head the more he sucks at your clit. He releases you with a pop, and you let out an embarrassing noise from the back of your throat, “So pretty. So good.” He touches your slit gently, as if you’d fall apart right then and there (though with how worked up Joel and Tess have gotten you, you very well could have.) 

Without warning, two fingers breach your entrance, and curl upwards in the most delicious manner. The breath gets knocked out of your lungs and you claw at Tess’s arm, scrambling for something, hell anything, to hold onto. One of her hands smacks your hip, the other finding your throat and giving it a squeeze, “Did I say you could touch?” She asks with a hiss.

You find it almost impossible to answer her when Joel hits the spot that has you almost screaming his name. “Oh, there it is.” You can feel his smirk as he continues to abuse it, making you leak onto the blanket below you. 

“Stop.” Tess said suddenly. You wail as Joel abandons you. With a grin, leaving you once again without cumming. You’re a blubbering mess, and the only thing you want is to cum, but they seem hell bent on prolonging this. 

“Please.” You beg, your voice scratchy and raw with emotion. “Please, Tess.”

She slaps your tit, then pinches your nipple so hard you feel your hole clench around nothing but air. “Please, what?”

“Mommy, please. Daddy, I can’t please…” you’re full on crying at this point, sobbing into Tess’s neck. You feel Joel’s hand stroking the skin of your cheek, making you lift your eyes to his.

“Do you need to use your safe word?” He asks, ever the gentleman. He usually was the one who checked in on you, where as Tess would torture you for hours without a single word, just burying herself into your pussy.

“If she wanted to use it, she would have already said it,” she grunts out as her fingers trail downwards to your sensitive pearl, rubbing the slick through your folds messily, making you practically keen from the attention. She stops quickly though when you buck your hips trying to chase a high you were not getting. 

She lifts her fingers to her lips and you watch in fascination as she sucks them into her mouth, groaning at your taste. She then moves slightly grabbing Joel by the collar of his t-shirt, and pulling him up to taste you on her lips. The sound you let out is probably the most pathetic thing they have ever heard, but it doesn’t stop them from making out messily in front of you. 

You bring your own fingers to your pussy, and try to create some friction  to release some of the pressure, but they quickly catch on, and Joel reaches down to stop you completely. He backs away from Tess’s face, and makes a ‘tsk sound at your behavior. “I thought you were a good girl?” He asks.

You cast her a glare, eyebrows furrowing in dissatisfaction as you huff like a spoiled child. You had really hoped you would get away with it, but the look on both their faces told you that not only were you unsuccessful, but also in a shit load of trouble. “I- I didn’t think…”

“That’s right,” Tess growls lowly in your ear as her hand returns to your throat giving it a harsh squeeze, “You weren’t thinking with that dumb little brain of yours.” She berates as you let out a whimper.

“I don’t know Tess, do you think our whore deserves to have cock?” Joel’s fingers ghost the inside of your thighs making you buck into his touch.

“Oh she deserves cock alright,” Tess begins, and you could almost cry at the mere thought of being stretched, “I actually think she deserves both of us tonight, but only if she behaves and stops acting like a depraved. Little. Slut.” She slaps your tits, punctuating each word, then brings her lips down to suck on your nipple. “But I’m not sure she deserves to cum, what do you think?” You let out a cry at the threat. Joel just shrugs with a smirk. She releases you and brings her face so close to your own that you can taste the faint mint toothpaste on her breath. “Now. You are going to be a good whore, and go get the strap, am I understood?”

           You aren’t sure how she managed to acquire a sex toy in this apocalyptic world, but you definitely weren’t about to complain. 

You’re so lost in your own headspace that it takes you a minute to register the words coming from her mouth. She smacks your thigh, “am I understood.” She repeats. You nod, and shakily move from the protection of her arms to the end of the bed, before pushing yourself off the mattress, and going to retrieve the silicone toy.

“Did I tell you to walk?” She grits out. You turn your head to her. “Crawl,” She demands. Your breath hitches as you grow impossibly wet from just her commands. You slowly sink to your knees, the tattered grey carpet making your skin burn with each slow movement, as you tried not to upset them with your actions. 

“Wow,” Joel’s voice hits your ears, “have you ever seen such a sight.” He lets out a low catcall. 

“I know. Look, she’s dripping onto the floor, Joel. Must be pretty desperate for our cocks, huh baby?” They speak about you in a degrading manner, like you aren’t even there which elicits a whimper that escapes your lips. You want to crawl faster, hoping that if you returned quicker, then maybe they’ll stuff you full of them. 

“Slower.” Joel’s baritone hits your ears making you frown, but you slow down nonetheless. You crawled at a snail’s pace, and your knees were aching with every step. You stopped in front of the closet, where she kept it tucked away in her drawers. 

Your breath comes out slowly as you try to calm your unsteady heartbeat. You open the drawer, and bring your hand to the bottom, feeling around for the fake cock. Your fingers find the rough fabric of the strap first, lifting it out from under Tess’s t-shirts. You look back to them, as if waiting for further instructions. 

A smile ghosts Tess’s lips at your compliance, “Thats our good girl, come here.” She points to the edge of the bed, and your body is practically vibrating with want at this point. You slowly turn and crawl back to them. Joel reaches out first, large palm meeting the skin of your cheek in a gentle gesture. 

You practically purr at the contact, you lift from the floor and crawl back into the bed. You sit back on your heals, looking up at them through your eyelashes, anxiously awaiting their next command. “Where do you want me?” Joel asks aloud, but not to you. Tess’s lips twitch.

“I think I want to absolutely wreck that pretty little ass tonight,” you let out another groan at the thought. 

“Oh, this is going to be fun!” Joel quips cheekily. You stare up at him, your pupils dilate and a blush adorns your cheeks, spreading down your neck at their words. 

“I don’t know, Joel,” Tess looks over you as if you were not there, her eyes met his with a wild look, “do you think our slutty baby deserves this?” She teases. A high pitched whine makes its way out of your mouth, and they both turn to you. Tess’s lip curls up in warning with a slight growl and you audibly gulp. 

“Please.” You say softly, tears brimming your lash line, “Please, need you both. Please…” You continue to beg. At this point you would have done anything they asked, so long as you were aloud to cum. The warmth in between your thighs was beginning to hurt, and you longed for the release. 

Tess grabs you by the throat, and pulls your face to hers. The kiss was not sweet, or gentle in any way. It was a kiss filled filled with violence, like she’d only be satiated if she drew blood from your lips. Your teeth gnash together, and soon her tongue licks into your mouth. You let out a groan as Joel lowers his hand, smoothing it over the skin of your belly before reaching further south. 

“Oh, Sweetheart.” Joel lets out a noise of satisfaction at the wetness that gathered on his fingertips, “you are fuckin’ soaked, poor thing!” He mocks before bringing his hand up, then slapping it down on your sensitive clit. 

You let out a strangled sound from the back of your throat, as he repeated the action. You felt a tear escape, sliding down your cheek as he continued his assault. 

Tess pulls away from you and you want to groan at the loss of contact. “You think she’s ready?”

“I know she is.” He says as the pads of his fingers slide through your slick cunt. 

She pulls him up by his arm, positioning him against the headboard. Your body felt overheated, and your pussy clenches at the sight of him. He is propped up, pillows behind his back. Your eyes wander down his toned torso, and reach the happy trail that leads down to his clothed cock. He lost his jeans at some point, you aren’t entirely sure when that happened but you welcomed it nonetheless. 

You wanted to bring your mouth to the patch of precum on his underwear, but refrained, to afraid to move without their consent. His large hands go to his bulge, adjusting himself, letting out a low groan at the contact.

You are brought out of your thoughts by the sound of a slap ringing in the air. It took you a second to register the pain, but when you did, your head snapped to Tess’s direction. 

“Ready, Doll?” You nod, unable to form a proper sentence. “Go sit.” 

She gave your butt a little love tap, and you immediately scramble for Joel’s lap. Your thighs bracketed his hips and the roughness of his hands met the soft skin of your waist forcing you down.

You let out a breathy “Fuck” as you grind on him. The fabric was rubbing quite deliciously on your clit, and the moan that left your lips was positively pornographic. 

“Need,” you babbled, “Need you, please!” You almost sob.

Tess brings her hand to your hair, gripping it in a fist, and pulling your head back, “Need what, Baby?” She mutters gruffly in your ear as she starts sucking on your neck, marking you. 

“Joel, need you to fuck me. Please —Oh FUCK!—“ you shout as his covered cock rubs against you just right. “Please, need you, oh god!” You are burning with need, the pit of your stomach feels like molten lava. 

“Tess,” he groans out, wrapping his arms around your middle, holding you still. “Come on, she’s been good.” He seemed to want this just as much as you, if not more. He puts his face to your tits and suckles on the skin, nipping at it before pulling away. 

You want so badly to grind down on him, but his arms kept you securely in his hold. “Alright, alright, brat.” Tess mutters into your skin. 

He relaxes his grip momentarily to push you back slightly so he can pull his cock from his boxers. You practically salivate at the sight. You’ve seen him before, felt him, but his size never failed to make you nervous. His hands return to your hips as he pulls you flush against his chest. You feel Tess behind you, one hand spreading the slick on your pussy, and the other stroking and aligning him to your entrance. 

His cock-head latches, and all thoughts leave your brain as he guides you down onto his hardness. He grunts roughly as he enters you, slowly his resolve is dissipating, and he has to fight the urge to fuck up into you.Your eyes screw shut, and your brows draw together at the intrusion. 

You feel so full, and you’re so close to loosing your fucking mind that the only thing you can do is whine, and press your face into his neck. When you’re seated fully, he lets out the filthiest —fuck!— you’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. 

He gives you a couple of seconds before he lifts you, and pulls you back down on him roughly. The cry that leaves your lips is pitiful. He repeats his actions a couple of times before digging his heels into the mattress, and bucks up into you. The squelch of your pussy makes your cheeks burn with shame, and you bite into his shoulder to keep yourself quiet. 

You aren’t sure when Tess began to run her nails over the skin of your back, down to the curve of your ass, to the tight ring of muscle above your dripping cunt, but you welcome it with a soft whine. Her fingers are slick with spit as she opens you up. You hear yourself yelp as she enters, Joel groans loudly as you clench around him harshly. “Fuck!” He grips your hips to stop your movement, afraid that he would cum if you kept it up.

“Wish you could feel her, Tess. Fuckin’ strangling me.” You let out another whine at his words, and felt yourself leak onto the sheets below. Tess continued to finger you, and get you ready for her cock. Your pussy was pulsating, the heartbeat in your clit was starting to sting from overstimulation. 

It wasn’t long before one finger became two, she crooked them, hitting a spot that made your vision blur. “You should move, Cowboy. I don’t know if she can handle much more…” she teased. 

“N-no!” You stuttered out, “I can take it, I can take more, please. I want more!” You moaned like a wanton whore as you felt the drag of his cock, the heat licked deliciously in your womb, and you knew you didn’t have much longer. 

“You heard her, Tess.” He says with a grunt as the head of his dick punches the air from your lungs. Her fingers left you, and your fist hits the headboard  in frustration. 

“You think you can take us? Huh, pretty girl?” You’re nodding furiously, begging like a bitch in heat. “Words, love, words.”

“I can take it. Need you, both of you, wanna feel full, please…” you hardly hear the words escaping your mouth, but they come out in a rush. She pulls your head back by your hair, and kisses your cheek as she grinds her cock head against your ass, putting the tip in slowly before pulling out, and repeating. 

“Please, Tess; need you, please.”

“You are so goddamn beautiful when you beg, Sweetheart.” Your head hangs as you watch Joel piston in-and-out of you. you practically melt  into her front, as Joel brings his mouth to your chest, sucking harshly on the skin, leaving a wake of love bites. 

When she enters you slowly, you throw your head back, and your face contorts into a silent scream. Inch after inch, it felt never ending, she removes her grip on your hair, and moves it to your throat, holding you so close you could feel her bare tits drag on your back with every movement. Joel takes ahold of your hips and slams you down with a grunt, showing no mercy. At the same time, she bottoms out, groaning into your neck, then peppering it with kisses.

You can feel it, the warmth licking your insides, the fire building. Your vision blurs with unshed tears, and there is a loud buzzing noise. Your brain is straight mush at the hands of your lovers. You whine loudly when the tip of his dick hits a part of you that makes you wail. Your nails imprint in his skin, causing him to hiss. 

Tess has her hand on your lower back, pushing in-and-out of your ass. She whispers nothing but filth to you, quickening her pace. You feel that familiar heat reinstate itself in your belly, you bury your face in Joels chest, biting into him. You were pretty sure he would let you cut him open, and tear out his heart with your teeth if you asked politely. He keeps slamming into the sensitive part of your cunt, and Tess is hitting something quite similar, the only thing separating her and Joel was a thin wall. 

Before you knew it, she pulls out; you let out the most heartbreaking cry at the loss, until she lined herself up with your drooling pussy, entering gently. Joel stops completely, groaning into your hair at the pressure. You had never felt so full in your life. You are completely speechless, there are no words to describe the pleasure that burns in your core. You are on the fuckin’ precipice, so close you can fucking taste it. 

You aren’t sure when it happens, but you cum with a scream. You’re leaking down your thighs, onto both of them. Tess in in your ear, muttering sweet nothings, telling you how good you are. Joel fucks up into you, and you almost beg for him to stop. 

He’s close. You know by the way all of his muscles are tense and the steady rhythm of his hips were beginning to falter. One. Two. Three more pumps of his cock, and he cums in you, clenching his teeth so hard that you thought they might break. You let out a strangled noise as you feel him fill you. He stills completely, Tess rocks into you, stuffing the mess back into you, before leaving your body.

Your core clenches uncomfortably, as Joel removes himself from you. Tess picks you up off of his chest, and lays you next to him. Your head rests on Joel’s shoulder and he pulls you flush against him. You are still trying to catch your breath, eyes closed, limp from all the action. 

You don’t even hear her move. She rests on her stomach, pulling your shaking legs over her shoulders. She blows onto your cunt, and a shiver runs rampant through your body. She presses feather-light kisses to your abused sensitive bud before wrapping her lips around it. 

You arch off the bed, trying to push yourself away from her, but she traps you, hands pressing down on your lower stomach, keeping you still. You scramble to find something to hold onto, frantically finding yourself gripping onto Joel’s thigh. Your brain searched for an escape, as you try to find some way to get her off of you. You try to sit up, only to realize that Joel has encased you in his arms, holding you down just as much as Tess was. 

“Please,” your sobs echo, bouncing off the walls, and sounding foreign, even to you. “Please, Tess. I-I can’t do this, I can’t.” You babble mindlessly.

She releases you with a pop, and lifts her head to look into your half-lidded eyes. “Oh, Sweetheart. You’re doing so good!” She praises, and you feel the arousal stirring in your stomach. “I think you can handle one more, Don’t you, Joel?” She keeps her eyes on yours, and you hear Joel grunt in agreement, still trying to come down from his own high. 

“I can’t. I can’t, please Tess.” Tears stream down your face, to your neck. You aren’t even sure what you’re saying, all you know is you need to get the fuck away from her.

“Tess.” Joel warns softly, then looks down to you as his grip lessens, “Do you need to use your safe word?” He checks in again. You contemplate saying yes, but you see the wild look in Tess’s eyes. You think she’d live with her lips attached to you if she could. You look back to Joel, who stares at you, question still lingering in the silence. Your eyes return to hers and nod, too afraid to disappoint them. 

The filthiest smirk adorns her features, and she looks positively feral as she buries herself in your cunt, lapping languidly at your arousal as it mixed with his. You hear Joel groan at the mere sight of it. 

You can’t think, you can’t speak, you sit there helplessly, digging your fingernails into Joel’s arm like its the one thing grounding you to reality. Your back arches as her fingertips bruise your hips, as she resumes sucking on your clit. 

You thought you were overstimulated before, you were practically on fire at this point. Your entire body is shaking, tears are flowing freely down your face, and you actually have to bite Joel’s hand to suppress the growl that threatens to leave your lips. You didn’t know if you were crying from the exhaustion, or the unprecedented warmth that made you feel like you might pass out. She flattens her tongue on you, and the pressure it too much, and not enough at the same time. Sobs wrack your body as you push your hips up to meet her. All it takes is a couple more licks, then she sucks your nub harshly, and the scream that tears through you is sure to get you guys a noise complaint. You writhe against her mouth, and begin to kick her with your feet, silently begging for her to back off. 

Before she releases you, Joel reaches down, and grips her up by her ponytail, pulling her to him and kissing her to taste you and himself on her tongue. 

Your body was completely boneless, as your mind swims with pleasure, and tiredness. You can’t move. You don’t even register Joel’s voice, “Think we broke her, Tess.” He chuckles as he plants a soft kiss to your cheek. You look to him, eyes glossed over, and barely open. 

You aren’t sure when Tess leaves the comfort of the bed, but she comes back with a warm cloth in her hands. “Do you think you can stand?” She asks.

You physically can’t make words come out of you. She rubs the rough rag on your face, sliding from your forehead, down the slope of your nose. She wipes over the dried tears, and down your neck, before scrubbing over your chest, where several love bites were blooming rapidly. The rag, which was beginning to cool, went down your stomach and then over your legs. You let out a sharp hiss at the contact, Joel’s hands tightening on your shoulders, holding you still. 

“You were so good for us, Sweetheart.” She whispers gently to you as she wipes the mess between your thighs. You can feel the bruises they left on your skin, the soreness was beginning to settle after an unbelievable high. 

“So good.” Joel kisses your forehead, as they both praise you. 

You want to tell them that you’re okay —or as well as you can be after all the edging and the three orgasms that were ripped from your body— you want to tell them how much you enjoyed it, how you enjoyed them, but you were completely fucked out. Your brain was not working at all, and words were lost on your lips. 

Tess throws the rag somewhere on the floor, and Joel turns you onto your side, pressing himself to your ass, as Tess throws her leg over yours and wraps an arm around your middle, effectively sandwiching you between the warmth of their bodies. 

They trace patterns over your skin, and Joel presses a loving kiss to your shoulder. Your eyes close in a matter of seconds, and you drift off in a dreamless sleep. Tess gives you one last peck on your plush lips, and then closes her eyes. Joel smiles like a lovesick idiot, and buries his face into your back before darkness overtakes him.

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FRIENDS WHO PLAY TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER ! ! — ARCANE

( tw ) f!reader. FF pairings. modern AU! masterbation. fingering. squirting. cunillings. dry humping. reader is kinda possessive in Vi’s. some yearning.

featuring. Violet, Caitlyn Kiramman & Mel Madarda

authors note. When you off that honey packet and ur home girl the only one in vicinity. Mel is so 🤭 I can’t she my type to a teeee. Anyways I’m about to go watch Act 2 WISH ME LUCK IM SCARED. Also idk how I feel about Kaits part I could do better 😔

VIOLET 

You and Vi were at another one of your friends' sleepovers. You didn't wanna come, you wanted to spend the Saturday just the two of you, alone. You hated sharing her attention, she was your best friend. You were each other's number one, why did you need other friends when you two were each other's everything. It was late now, almost everyone was sleeping or about to fall asleep when Vi crawled between the bodies of people to where you were laying. You didn’t notice until you felt the familiar embrace of her against your back. Despite yourself, you felt yourself relaxing against her body.  

“Are you still mad at me?” she whispered into your ear before placing a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder. “You know my favorite person. You have nothing to worry about.”  

“Yeah, whatever.” You grumbled. You weren't truly mad anymore but you knew what came next, what Vi did to reassure you that you were special to her. Her only best friend. You weren’t surprised when her hips rocked into your ass, when she pressed her tits against your back nor when her hand traveled underneath your oversized sleep shirt and cupped your breast. 

“Vi…” You sighed nuzzling into the arm underneath your head. She tightened her grip on your breast and rocked her hips into you. You push back harder and soon enough you guys find a rhythm. Your ass pushing down on her hips when she grinds up into you. Her callused palm grazes your nipple and you whine softly. She whimpers into your shoulder, finger going to your nipple when she pulls and twists. You wish her mouth was on you, you wish your mouth was on her. You turn your head to her “I love you the most. My favorite forever.”  

You feel her smile into your shoulder. “You're so beautiful, you know that?” translation: I love you too. 

MEL MEDARDA 

You couldn’t believe it. Your best friend’s tongue was inside of you. Licking you. Her lips were sucking on your clit, her teeth were biting your pussy lips. You could hear how wet you were—you could feel yourself leaking all over her face. “Mel!” You scream out into the dark room before slamming your hands over your own mouth. You don’t want anyone to see you—you don’t want her mother to see you, what a scene she would make. Seeing her daughter nose deep into her childhood best friend. Mel pulls her mouth off your clit with an embarrassingly loud pop. “Do you feel that? This is how you’re supposed to eat pussy darling.” She smiles when you just nod. Afraid that if you remove your hands from your mouth, you might confess something you don’t want.  

Plus, this was just a favor, strictly platonic, you were just friends. That’s why she was eating you out in the first place—you wanted to finally dip your toe into the dating scene but you were scared because you were inexperienced, you didn’t wanna leave your future partners disappointed in your nonexistence skills. And that’s where your best friend came in. Where you didn’t know anything about sex, she knew what felt like everything. Though you never saw her with anyone, she talked like she knew the ins and outs of men and women and she offered to teach you.  

“Now after you use your mouth and get them wet you wanna bring in your fingers, like this.” Mel grabs one of your thighs and pushes it down, giving her a better view of your dripping pussy before using her free hand and pushing a slender finger into you. You gasp. “I know you’ve fingered yourself before sweets, how many fingers have you shoved into this pretty pussy?” 

You whimper, hesitantly removing your hands. “T-two Melly.” You answer bashfully, using the nickname you gave her when you were children. She hums and adds another. You bite your lip, lower abdomen clenching when she curls them into your spongy g-spot. 

“Now pay attention to me alright?” She leans down to place a kiss on your pubs, leaving a trail of light kisses until she reaches your clit. She moves her hand out of you and a fast pace, fingers curling when she knuckles deep. You moan at the feeling of her hand pounding into you.  

She gives your clit a few kitten lips before wrapping her full lips around the swollen area. She bits hard enough for you to wince before she starts sucking. You feel yourself coming apart on her face before you can stop yourself. She hurriedly removes her fingers, mouth sucking you even harder when you feel liquid gush out of you. You grab the back of her head and scream. You can’t stop it, you don’t want to. You throw your thigh over her head and curl your foot into her back, still riding the high. When your pussy stops shooting the mysterious liquid out Mel’s fingers find themselves back inside, four this time. 

You feel tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, as she finger-fucks you. Mel pops back off your abused clit to whisper praises, good girl, you're doing so good, look at how well you take me, you feel heavenly, and when she goes back to playing with your clit you know you don’t want anyone to fuck you unless it’s her. Maybe you can ask her to teach you how to give hickeys next. 

CAITYLYN KIRAMMAN 

You were horny. Cait was horny. You both kept glancing at each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking, sussing out what the other was thinking. The movie you guys were watching was a rating away from being straight porn. When it was over you, both decided to call it a night. It was late she said. You guys had class tomorrow you said. When the lights turned off, you both said goodnight and laid down in your shared bed. You two were so close and loved being near each other that on the first day of the semester you pushed your twin beds together. Oh, how you were regretting that idea now. All you wanted to do was fuck yourself. You knew you weren’t going to fall asleep without an orgasm and so after twenty minutes when you thought Cait was asleep, you found your hand traveling into your boy shorts. You sighed in relief when your fingers grazed your throbbing clit. You rubbed it for a few seconds before shoving two fingers into yourself. 

That relief was short-lived when you heard a breathy moan that didn’t come from you. You tensed up and stopped. When you didn't hear anything—maybe she was making those noise in her sleep—you slowly started to move your fingers in and out, palm rubbing against your clit. You bite your lip to stifle a moan and turn onto your back. You could barely move your fingers in and out lying on your side. You part your legs and moan when you finally hit your G-spot. You're so horny but your imagination isn't cutting it. Opening your eyes you turn your head to find the outline of your best friend who was the star in some of your fantasies, her hourglass figure would for sure spark a fantasy. When your eyes adjust to the dark you're shocked to see Cait staring back at you, her blanket pooling at her hips when you could see her hand abruptly stop moving. Your Cait was masturbating too, in the same bed as you. A grin spreads along your face. 

“I-I’m not—”  

“I am.” You whisper, pushing your blanket off you. Her eyes immediately latch onto where your fingers are slowly pushing in and out. Your other hand comes up to your tank top where you push your shirt down. Your breasts spill out. Cait’s face turns into a tomato, eyes widening even more than they already are. She doesn't remove her gaze from your breasts when she starts fingering herself again. You watch her mouth part into a small O and her eyes roll to the back of her head. You imagine what she looks like riding your face and start to speed up. Your other hand twisting your nipples.  

“I-m gonna..” Cait whimper and spasms for a few seconds. You moan at the look on her face, so pleased with herself, and soon enough you're squeezing your eyes and coming too.  

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she calls me daddy

Pairings: Kate Bishop x fem!queer!Reader; suggestions of other male avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader may be flirting with the guys all night but she always goes home to Kate in the end. Based on she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA.

Contains: Choking, spanking, oral sex (R receiving), pet names (R calling Kate “daddy”), suggestions of sex with men with the warnings already mentioned. 18+, Minors DNI

A/N: Reader can be read as being any sexuality that involves being attracted to more than one gender <3

She's a little bit psycho

But she follows

When I call in the middle of the night

Kate grimaced as she watched the boys circle round you, listening intently like obedient little puppies with wagging tails as you told a story about taking out five agents at once. They were completely captivated by you and it wasn’t just because of your knack for story telling.

These were some of Earth’s mightiest heroes; the strongest men on the planet but they all just about swooned whenever you would be generous enough to give them your time.

Bucky had his hand on the small of your back, his head dipped to be closer to your face and take in every word you said. Thor had leaned his elbow off the bar on the other side of you, making sure that he was flexing and you could see those bulging muscles. Sam was more calm and collected, standing in front of you casually with his hand in his pocket and the other holding a beer. However, he wasn’t discreet in how he’d looked you up and down every now and then, being enchanted by your figure. Shang Chi also stood next to Sam across from you and bellowed heartily at all of your jokes. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide at everything you were saying.

It was hilarious really, all of this effort was being expended on you but at the end of the night, you’d be going home to Kate’s house to be used in any way she saw fit.

She’s got you wrapped around her finger

You try to linger

But she's already on her way to mine

“Doesn’t it bother you that she gets all of that attention?” Yelena asked, grabbing Kate’s focus away from you. She was one of the very select few people who knew of yours and Kate’s “arrangement”. The blonde sipped her drink thoughtfully and watched Kate adamantly protest.

“Absolutely not, no. No way. She’s her own person, she can do what she likes.” Kate insisted. She took a large gulp of the questionable spirit that Yelena had handed her and tried to hide the obvious burn in her throat to look cool in front of the assassin.

“If you say so, Kate Bishop,” Yelena shrugged. “Although I have heard the way you make her moan so I wouldn’t be too worried if I were you.”

Kate blinked several times in disbelief at her slightly unusual and unlikely friend. “What do you mean you’ve heard her moan?”

“I slept on your couch last Friday night.”

“But I didn’t invite you to my house on Friday night!”

Yelena groaned as if Kate was the one that was being unreasonable. “Kate, you should know by now that I can come and go without you even noticing. Besides, you’re focusing on the wrong part. I know that you are probably a better fuck than all of those men put together.”

Kate nodded, thinking about it a little with her eyebrow raised. Yelena was right, many times had you exclaimed at Kate that she was the best you’d ever had as she’d brought you to your climax several times in one session. The archer turned back to look at you again. Annoyingly, the guys had moved in even closer to you in a passive aggressive stand off to win your affection. Nevertheless, it was Kate that received the whimsical and suggestive eyes from across the room and she knew that it was her that would be making you moan again that night.

She plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

Cause she might be your girl

But she’s calling me daddy

The longer the night went on, the more primal showboating was exhibited by the men. They’d all shoved each other in a needy and pathetic attempt to show you how to play pool. It was Sam that prevailed and he’d pressed himself up against your back, whispering in your ear what to do and basically bending you over the table to “show you the best technique”.

Thor nonchalantly told you about his great battle stories from across the realms, being sure to drop in that many a time the odds were against him but he had emerged victorious. He contended that whilst a vibranium arm, ten “magic” rings and the shield were cool, they weren’t quite Mjolnir or Stormbreaker.

Bucky and Shang Chi had cornered you to settle a debate on what would make the most best first date. Bucky was insistent that it was dinner and dancing; men these days just didn’t know how to treat a woman. Shang Chi had advocated for drinks and karaoke; it’s casual and fun, no one has to take themselves too seriously. When they had prodded you for an answer you just smiled sweetly and told them that both sounded like perfect ideas for a first date. This just spurred them on even more in hopes of achieving a date with you.

Kate started to feel more and more insecure watching all of these events unfold. It was like watching you being stalked as prey by a bunch of wolves. Suddenly, the idea occurred to her that maybe none of them were relenting because you hadn’t given them a reason to.

It was a tough pill to swallow; the idea that you had already given yourself over to them the way you did for Kate. Perhaps, you had actually slept with any number of them before and not told her. It’s not like the two of you discussed your other sexual partners while she was making you see stars. Still, watching you giggle and flirt with the guys whilst never displaying any signs of discouragement was all the evidence she needed.

Kate was starting to feel apprehensive that she was disposable to you. Whilst you might have been sleeping with other avengers and other people outside of the team for that matter; Kate had only ever wanted you.

She's mine

She wears a collar with my name

Secretive but not ashamed

Kate had had enough of watching the guys stumble over each other in desperate attempts to get close to you. Her breathing got heavy and her actions became aggressive. The final straw was watching Bucky put his arms around you from behind and swaying with you to the cheesy song playing.

Kate stormed over, puffing her chest out, with her hands in her pockets, exuding as much masculine energy as possible to join this competition.

“Come with me to the bathroom.” She ordered assertively giving you a look which told you that you should comply.

“Okay.” You replied, giving Bucky’s had a light tap. “Can you let me go, Buck? I’ll be right back, promise.” He quickly let you go with a pout on his face, devastated that you were going but eager for the return you’d promised.

“Why do girls always need to go to the bathroom together?” Sam interjected with a laugh. It amused you as you knew this wasn’t going to be a cute little catch up whilst topping up lipglosses together.

“I would tell you why, Sam, but then I’d have to kill you.” You flirted as Kate took your hand to pull you away. She groaned internally and rolled her eyes as you gave the boys a cute little wave and followed her into the bathroom.

Kate wasted no time in shoving you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head and kissing you roughly. You moaned a little into her mouth, having been taken by surprise and you felt a familiar heat grow between your legs.

“You. Are. Driving. Me. Crazy.” She growled against your mouth before kissing you again, almost as though she was trying to consume you.

You smirked into the kiss, shuffling a little against her as you got more and more turned on. Kate was firm and still, holding your wrists in place against the wall. She moved to kiss along your jaw and finally down to your neck. The smell of cologne was lingering on you. It could have been from any of them, given that they’d all taken turns in trying to press themselves against you. It burned in Kate’s nostrils and motivated her even further to claim you.

Infatuated with an incredible need to mark her territory, Kate had become no better than the guys.

She harshly bit down on your neck and sucked in your most sensitive spot which inspired an excited yelp from you.

“Fucking hell, Kate.” You breathed out, moaning as she kept going. She dropped your wrists and her hands roamed the rest of your body, kneading your tits, dragging her nails down your abdomen over your dress and landing with a smack on your ass, cupping your cheeks.

You had wrapped your arms around her shoulders, enjoying every second of having her hands all over you. In truth, you enjoyed flirting with the guys. Partly because they were all undeniably handsome but mostly because you know it would get Kate all worked up like this.

Once she’d left a suitably obvious hickey on your neck she left a kiss on it and admired her work. She reached her hand up and grabbed on to your throat tightly and you relished in the squeeze.

“Who do you belong to?” Kate asked, giving you a stern and authoritarian look.

“You.” You moaned, enjoying this a little too much already.

“You, what?”

“You, daddy.”

Kate smirked and bit her lip at you becoming a mess already for her. “That’s right, babygirl. That’s fucking right.”

She turned you round so your chest was pressed against the wall. Your ass received a couple of harsh spanks before Kate pulled the hem of your dress up to rest on your hips. Her next move was to get on her knees behind you, biting at the sore flesh of your ass and you could have screamed. Fingertips digging into the wall and legs trembling, you turned your head to look at the door being so painfully aware that anyone could just walk in.

Kate pulled your underwear down and let it fall to your ankles. Putting her hand between your thighs, she parted your legs to get at her favourite part of your body. Slowly, she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue along your aching clit. A gasp was emitted from your lips and you arched your back to stick your bum out, exposing more of your pussy to Kate’s tongue.

Kate chuckled at your eagerness and submission. Her hands gripped your hips to keep you in place as she started to suck on your clit. She would take long gulps and hollowed out her cheeks to the drag the pleasure out for as long as possible. You were a writhing, moaning mess. Your forehead was pressed against the wall in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself. Your hands awkwardly flailed from resting against the wall to putting them over Kate’s on your hips. Usually, you would tug at her hair but with her being on her knees behind you, it was too difficult.

She hummed contentedly against you and it sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. The mewls and cries you let out were so high pitched, you were both a little in shock that your voice could even go that high. Kate would alternate her method between sucking your clit to get it all nice and sensitive and then would lap it up with her tongue. The noises you were making told her all she needed to know about what a good job she was doing.

She noted your legs beginning to shake and knew you were close. Feeling yourself get very sensitive you tried to move away from her. Kate responded with gripping your hips tighter and digging her nails in. This sent you flying over the edge.

“Oh my god, thank you, daddy! I’m cumming, fuck!” You screamed as you let go, Kate sucking for longer in order to drag your orgasm out for as long as possible.

You leaned against the wall for support, your hands pressed on it to steady yourself. You focused on your haphazard breathing and attempted to regulate it. Kate gently pulled your underwear back up and stood up to pull your dress back down. She kissed your shoulder repeatedly and rubbed your back as you came to.

“You wanna go home?” She asked softly.

“Yeah.” You replied, knowing it wouldn’t be long before both of you were up for round two.

You should see their face when they finally realize

That she plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

It was pretty obvious when you and Kate emerged from the bathroom what you had been up to. Her hand was on the small of your back and she occasionally gave you some shoulder kisses. Likewise, you adorned a large love bite on your neck whilst your face and chest were red and flushed.

Kate wished she could have taken a picture of the guys’ faces. Each one of them had their jaw dropped in complete shock, having realised just how naive and clueless they had been all night. It made you giggle but it made Kate smug.

You took your bag back from Shang Chi who was holding it for you, giving the four men a sweet smile. “Tonight was fun, I’ll see you guys later. Bye.”

They wordlessly all raised their hands to wave you off. All of them were bitter and disappointed they had not caught on that it was Kate they had needed to compete with.

You turned to Kate who had tasked herself with sorting the Uber. Her hand returned to your back as she guided you out of the bar. She may not have had good odds in a fight against any of the four men, but she had won this and honestly, this was more satisfying.

Head's a mess

She's responsible

Change her mind

It's impossible

You rested your head on Kate’s shoulder in the car, relaxing into her. Kate moved and put her arm around you to which you gave a contented sigh.

Kate looked down at the sweet sight of you in her arms and began to wonder if this was enough for her. She couldn’t handle watching men flirting with you in a bar right in front of her face so she shuddered to think about what you did behind her back.

Her brain flooded with intense intrusive thoughts. Bucky’s vibranium arm round your neck, squeezing it just the way you liked. Sam bending you over that pool table, riding your dress up and pulling your underwear down just as Kate had done in the bathroom. Shang Chi spanking you as you let out excited moans, begging him for more. Thor eating you out as though you were his last meal and making your voice hoarse with your screams.

Kate groaned, the thoughts making her feel nauseous. She was aware that you had maybe done any of those things before. The real kick in the teeth though, is that you weren’t Kate’s girlfriend and were perfectly free to still do those things.

You had never suggested wanting anything serious, seemingly content with the arrangement you and Kate had whilst freely flirting with the guys on nights out. It occurred to the archer that she might control you in the bedroom but in real life it was you that held the reigns. You had everyone right where you wanted them.

Watch the girl get what she likes