Princess Treatment

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loyalty.

| golden era!wolfstar & daughter!reader | angst |

anon requested. but could you do a dad Wolfstar x daughter reader. The reader confronts her dads about how they prefer Harry and how they ignore her. It ends with wolfstar feeling bad and reader just over everyone’s bs.

a/n: I altered/expanded on your request a bit, but kept the general idea. I hope you like it!

“Dad!” You called, and Sirius turned to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, we have to go,” he spoke before following Remus and Harry through a corridor.

“Dad, I need you!”

Remus called an apology back before disappearing with Harry in a swirl of floo powder. You felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest, leaving you broken and alone in the Order hallway.

You loved your dads, and they loved you, but your whole life, they had prioritized their godson, Harry Potter over you. You were repeatedly left and forgotten, even after your biological father escaped from Azkaban.

You always fought for attention, but Sirius and Remus often left you with a kiss on the forehead to run off, saving Harry.

Once again, you were left in the shadows, stuck at the order safe house. You fought back tears, shaking your head as you walked up the rickety stairs.

“Y/N!” Your name was called, and you walked down the hall, leaning into Fred and George’s doorway. They had been practicing magic when they heard your cries from down the hall.

The two gingers looked up at you sympathetically, and George moved over on his bed, making room for you. You walked in, your shoulders trembling as you struggled to hold yourself together.

You crawled into George’s bed beside him, burying yourself in your best friend’s arms. Fred sat behind you, laying his hands on your shoulder and side.

“They leave with Harry again?” George asked, and your weak nod was enough of an answer.

“I hate them,” you sobbed, and George squeezed you.

“You love them,” Fred reminded you.

“They love Harry more than me. Fucking golden boy.” You wept, and George let you cry in his arms.

“That’s not true, they love you so much,” George promised, and you hid your face in him.

You stayed with the twins that night, even after hearing Harry and your dads return. Muffled voices in the hallway told Sirius and Remus their daughter was safe with Fred and George, and you laid in the dark, biting back tears.

Sirius and Remus were waiting for you when you went back to your bedroom, after spending the day holed up with the Weasley twins, the only ones you felt truly cared about you.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Remus spoke gently, and you stepped back.

“You’re right. We do need to talk. Why don’t you love me as much as Harry? He’s not even your real son! You always choose him over me. All your efforts, all your attention, it all goes to him!” You exploded, and Sirius looked hurt at the accusation. Remus, as always, tried to maintain a steady patience, but even he was taken aback.

“Y/N, you know that we love you more than anyone, or anything.” Sirius knelt down in front of you, taking your hands.

“Why don’t you show it?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you swallowed down the sob that rose in your throat.

Sirius felt like his heart was going to break as he felt your pain, and saw the hurt in Remus’s eyes.

“We’re doing our best-”

“Your best isn’t enough! Not when your best is ignoring me, and acting like Harry is your only child!” You screamed at Remus.

“Y/N!” Sirius shouted, fear spiking through you. Your fathers never raised their voices at you, and you were silenced by Sirius’s sudden display of emotion. 

“Padfoot. My love, I’m so sorry we’ve hurt you. We will be better, but you must understand that we’re fighting a war. And Harry is a key piece of it, we’re fighting-” Remus spoke gently to you, but you felt patronized.

“You think I don’t know we’re in a war? I know Harry is the chosen one, and I know that you’re just trying to make James proud-”

“Keep his name out of your mouth.” Sirius’s dark eyes blazed into yours, and you ripped your hands from his. 

“Sirius.” Remus put his hand on his husband’s chest, steadying Sirius’s emotions. 

“I’ll never be enough for you. Never enough like the Potters.” You shook your head, and Harry walked in.

“Y/N, it’s not like that, your dads are doing this to protect you.” Harry defended Remus and Sirius. 

“Leave me alone, all of you. Please!” You couldn’t stand it, and Remus pulled Sirius out before he could yell at you again. Harry followed them, pulling your door closed after him. 

Your chest heaved with sobs, and you blindly opened your wardrobe. You had to leave. You didn’t belong there, in the Order.

You slipped into a black dress, and black shoes, brushing your hair out. You grabbed your wand, and slipped out the window. You grabbed a drain pipe and slid down, landing on the cobblestone street outside. The sky was dark, the sun recently set and leaving the world in the silence of the night. 

You walked far enough away that your magic wouldn’t be tracked or alert the other Order members, and you whispered a complicated transportation spell, waving your wand. 

When your eyes opened, you stood in the courtyard of Malfoy Manor, and you looked up at the large home that stretched out in front of you. Guards alerted the residence of your unannounced arrival, and you were escorted inside the dark, luxurious mansion of your estranged relatives. 

“Y/N?” A soft voice asked, and Narcissa Malfoy walked toward you. Her husband was with her, and Draco came running from behind them. 

“Y/N!” He ran to you, and you threw your arms around your cousin’s neck. Draco hugged you tightly, and you started to sob. Narcissa’s gentle hands rubbed your back, and you held Draco tightly.

“What are you doing here?” Lucius asked. 

You sat near a fireplace, tea in your hands and Draco next to you. Back at Hogwarts, the two of you had been close before your dads dragged you to the Order. 

“I needed somewhere to go. I needed you.” You answered, looking up at Narcissa and Draco.

“And the Order?”

“They probably don’t know I’m gone.” 

“We can’t have-”

“Lucius.” Narcissa interrupted.

“Please, don’t kick me out,” you begged Lucius, who looked uneasy.

“Prove your loyalty, and you have a home with us. A family who will love you.” Narcissa promised, and Draco gripped your hand. You looked him in the eyes, and he shook his head.

“Don’t make her sign her soul over to the Dark Lord. Y/N isn’t a snitch, she just needs family.” Draco defended you.

“It’s okay,” you told him, and Narcissa nodded at you. You took Lucius’s outstretched hand, and you repeated the spell back to him that burned a black snake and skull into your forearm. 

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑

ꕥ 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 + 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑘𝑎 + 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

ꕥ pornstar couple butch!sevika + hyperfem!reader & next door neighbor! ambessa | dom!ambessa + switch!reader + switch!sevika | modern day pornstar au

ꕥ cw: filmed sex, slight exhibitionism, oral sex (reader & sevika receiving), strap sucking, strap-on sex (all receiving), fingering (all receiving), hair pulling, spitting, cum sharing, overstimulation, edging, tears, face sitting, squirting

ꕥ a/n: honestly, this might just be my favorite thing i’ve ever written, i loveeeee ambessa and sevika so much it’s pathetic :( i need them both so badddd especially sub sevi like so bad. it’s really long, but i think it’s worth it.

when you and sevika moved into a luxury apartment building, you two had spent the first week christening every single surface. the kitchen counter, the barstools, the couches, the bed. anything with a sturdy surface, and it had been thoroughly fucked on. and you had caught a majority of them on camera, posting them on a porn website for anyone to see.

but there was no shame in it. you and her had been well known pornstars for about two years now, it’s how you made your living. and who wouldn’t love the life you built for yourselves? sevika often took you on lavish trips and shopping sprees, getting you every little thing your pretty heart desired. and you did her, buying her the car she’s always wanted for your recent anniversary.

you and sevika had a great relationship, very open and trusting with one another. despite the small gap in age, you paired together well. your soft and girlish ways made her feel secure in her masculinity, and there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for her princess. she’d get you anything you showed an interest in having, so when you proposed the idea of inviting your next door neighbor for a threesome, she agreed.

ambessa was a mystery to you. you often caught her coming home from work in the afternoon, shamelessly staring at her. she was tall and built, and still managed to exude feminine grace. her hair, dark brown mixed with gray, was always in neat braids, kept in a large updo. and you didn’t even want to get started on how good she looked in gold. the thought of her in bed had you wet more times than you’d like to admit.

so, once you had gotten permission from sevika, you plotted on having the woman. it started slow, wearing short nightgowns to get the packages dropped at your door when she was coming home. bringing her baked goods in frilly, pink miniskirts and low cut tops, white lace tights running over your thighs. and how it worked, you caught her sneaking glances at your thighs, or the tops of your breasts. everything was going to plan in your mind.

now here you were. sevika had been out running errands, and you decided to lay in the sun for the afternoon. you laid in a chair on your balcony, wearing a bikini that left little to the imagination as you soaked in the rays. music played on a speaker, which is what originally caught ambessa’s attention.

she had gotten home early from work, somewhat irritated from the day. she opened the balcony to relax, decompress after a stressful workday when she heard the melody of the song you were playing. she glanced over, the sight before her sending a shot of arousal straight to her pussy. you laid in the sun, not a care in the world, body on display. she couldn’t help but stare, taking in the way your thighs rubbed against each other as you shifted your leg, bending one at the knee and the other flat against the chair.

she knew who you were. oh, she definitely knew, your videos bringing her to orgasm during her free time. she loved watching how easily you two fucked, watching sevika pleasuring you and vice versa. something about watching you bring that butch woman to orgasm and making her desperate spoke to her. and let’s not get her started on the way she was obsessed with the look on your face as you came around her strap. how she imagined it was her strap filling you up and having you begging her for more, until it was too much to bare.

you opened your eyes, only because sevika had opened the door. she was wearing a plain black tank top, cargo shorts hanging off of her hips. she leaned down and kissed you, hand wrapping around your neck to pull you closer.

poor ambessa, the sight alone had her wet and ready. she found both of you attractive, although she never spoke her opinion simply because she knew you two were dating. but it didn’t stop her from watching from the balcony, not knowing that sevika had noticed her the moment she stepped out.

“let’s put on a show, yeah?” sevika murmured against your lips, pecking them before pulling away. your eyes follow hers, seeing ambessa watching from the balcony next to yours. you couldn’t help but flash a subtle smile, nodding at sevika’s idea. her hand trailed down your body, pulling at the strings that held your bikini top up. your tits jiggled in her face, nipple piercing visible through the fabric.

you shift your body, legs propped open. ambessa licked her lips, rubbing her own thighs together to create some form of friction to cope with the throbbing between her thighs. sevika slapped your tit once before her hand moved down, pushing the material of your bottoms aside. you felt the warm air on your pussy, and that’s when you finally looked over, tilting your head to the side to make eye contact with ambessa. you gave her a lazy wave, friendly smile on your face. her heart dropped, realizing she had been caught. but your reaction shocked her. you didn’t call her a creep, and instead, you cupped your own breast with a pretty grin.

your mouth parted as sevika slipped her fingers between your folds, the pads of her fingers brushing against your clit. you kept your eyes on ambessa, but your hand rubbed sevika’s face. “does having someone watch get you this wet?” sevika whispered in your ear, and you nod. painfully you tear your eyes away from ambessa to lock lips with sevika, gasping in her mouth as she pushes a finger inside of you. you looked up at her through your lashes, giving her that same innocent, puppy eyed look that always gets her going.

“tell her to come over then, doll. want her to come ruin this pussy with me?” she kissed your cheek, using her free hand to grab your face, hand cupped under your chin to turn your face to ambessa’s view. “now, tell her what you want.” sevika ordered, loud enough for ambessa to hear. she added another finger, causing you to buck your hips to meet her hand. “i want you to- fuck - come ruin my pussy.” you called to ambessa, and sevika tuts, gently smacking your face. “have some manners. what’s the magic word?” her thumb rubbed your clit, and you moaned at the feeling.

“please!” you add, the words coming out in more of a moan. sevika smirked, speeding up her fingers before looking at ambessa. “she did ask nicely. the offers open.” she told ambessa, grabbing your curls and pulling your head back. with little to no hesitation, ambessa left her balcony, her door sliding shut with a hard thud. with a smile, you quickly scramble up, ignoring the way you felt empty without her fingers.

you heard the knock and opened the door, immediately being met with the sight of ambessa. you pulled her in, although her attention was focused on the woman behind you. “is this for a video?” was the first question she asked, and you looked back at sevika, who didn’t have any recording gear out. you shrugged, not caring if it was filmed or not.

“do you want it to be?” sevika asked, brow raised. she wasn’t expecting ambessa to know that you and her made videos, nor bring it up. but, she was more than willing to record once she saw ambessa nod. while sevika was in the bedroom setting up, your hands ran up ambessa’s body.

“someone’s needy. did she not make you cum with her fingers?” she cooed, running her hands up your body. you shake your head with a slight pout, although you knew sevika could make you cum as easy as she could breathe. ambessa leaned down, capturing your lips with hers. her large hands, calloused from work, squeezed your breast.

she wrapped her open hand around your waist, pulling you close against her. her kiss was hard and fast, trying to consume as much of you as she could. and it had you dizzy, holding onto her shirt as you tried to keep up with her. you had to pull away for air, but it didn’t stop her from kissing down your neck, lips pressed against fading hickeys.

“having fun without me?” sevika asked from behind you, hands cupping your ass as she watched ambessa trail her tongue up the column of your throat. sevika couldn’t lie and say the sight didn’t make her wet, cause by gods it did. ambessa smirked, grabbing sevika by the tank top to plant her lips against hers. you watched the two taller women make out over you, trapped between them. you whined, and you felt ambessa squeeze your hip.

pulling away, ambessa looked down at you, finding your need for attention endearing. she placed her thumb under your chin, pulling your mouth open with her index and middle fingers. to your shock, she spit in your mouth, remnants from her sloppy kiss with sevika still eminent. that action alone had your knees buckling, and they both noticed.

“have some patience, darling. it’ll be your turn soon.” ambessa assured you, and you nod dumbly. sevika guided you both to the bedroom, and you saw your film camera propped up on the desk across from the bed. between the two women and the camera, your mind was clouded in a lustful haze.

you sit down, looking up at the two women as they plotted what to do with you. you ran your hands up ambessa’s thighs, pulling at the button of her work slacks. she smirked, her palm against your cheek as she watched you pull her pants down. that’s when the real show started.

sevika circled the bed, discarding her shorts and shirt in the process. she kneeled behind you, pulling the strings of your top until it fell off. her hands kneaded your tits, gently pulling your nipples. you let out a quiet sigh at the feeling, your hand running over the bulge in ambessa’s underwear. she came prepared, you pull down the hem of her panties to reveal the black material of a strap on harness. before you could reveal it fully, she moved, taking a small step back just out of reach. “fuck, i need to taste you.” she said, her voice strained as she lowered herself to her knees.

her hands made quick work of your bottoms, tossing them aside as if they had wronged her. hands against your calves, ambessa lifted your legs, pushing them back and spreading them to her content. the sight before her had her mouth practically watering, but she had kept her composure, not wanting to show just how desperate she felt. the sight of your pussy alone, shiny with arousal and puffy. she looked up from her spot between your thighs, looking past you and focusing on sevika.

aww, poor sevi, her hands slipped into her boxers and you saw the circular motion of her fingers working inside of the fabric. “my poor baby, you want me to touch you?” you ask, placing your hand on your face. she didn’t respond, her face showing her embarrassment. you coo at her, knowing how flustered she was because of you. add ambessa witnessing her in her subspace, it was just too much for her.

“come on, baby. come take a seat.” you lay back, head pressed against the soft plush of your mattress. she hesitated, and you raise a brow. “sevika.” you say, and you see her visibly tense under the underlying command in your tone. oh, you had a plan for her. she stripped of her boxers, climbing back onto the bed and hovering her pussy over your face.

“shit, baby. you’re so wet f’me.” you mutter, eyes staring up at her cunt. you use two fingers, spreading the lips of her pussy eagerly. you tilt your head up, your tongue licking a warm stripe from her pulsing entrance to her clit. she sunk lower, applying some of her weight to your face, just the way you liked. you ate her out with fervor, and you couldn’t deny that you were showing off. how could you not? you had a six foot tall woman above you, slowly falling apart with each lick of your tongue.

in your display, you almost forgot about the other woman you had brought to your bed. she placed her lips around your clit, tongue circling it and licking it as if she hadn’t eaten in days. and she was on a mission, she wanted to prove that her waiting meant something. fighting the urge for months, keeping herself at a respectable distance for the sake of respecting your relationship. watching went to feeling, hearing you fucking through the walls like animals. she couldn’t help the way her pussy throbbed at the sounds you made, or even better the way you made sevika sound.

you felt sevika’s hips jerk, gliding her pussy over your chin and mouth. your moans under her caused vibrations against her pussy, and she couldn’t help the quiet gasps and the low grunts that escaped her throat. ambessa was focused on your pussy, pumping a finger in and out of your clenching hole. the sounds coming from your pussy filled the room, her mouth creating slurping noises that were beyond obnoxious.

you pause, a whine escaping your lips as you catch your breath. “fuck, so good.” you say, rubbing sevika’s clit with your fingers. her slick covered the bottom half of your face, and you use your free arm to pull her back down, suffocating you in the essence of her smell.

and god, ambessa wasn’t helping the situation in the slightest. you felt her tease another finger at your entrance, your thighs threatening to close any second. if it wasn’t for sevika’s thighs around your head, jerking with every stroke of your tongue and rub of your fingers, the sounds in your mouth would’ve filled the room. “filthy girl, eating your wife’s pussy while i play with yours.” ambessa teased.

“shit, baby, m’gonna cum.” sevika was the first to call out, you could tell with the way she frantically humped at your face, a hand fisting your curls tightly as she worked to get herself off. of course you helped your sweet baby, you knew she struggled to do it without you. as much as you wanted to taunt her, you couldn’t, knowing your orgasm was close as well.

and ambessa fed on this, knowing that both of you were so close to orgasm, having no shame that another person had joined. she curled her fingers inside of you, pushing against your g-spot with the thick pads of her fingers. you felt your stomach tighten, hips bucking off the bed. “oh fuck!” “god, yes!” you and sevika called at the same time, and ambessa couldn’t hide her smirk. she felt your walls tighten around her fingers, and your thighs shut around her hand as you came.

sevika came a few moments later, hips coming to a halt over your face. despite your own orgasm raking through you, you kept your tongue in motion, flicking against her clit until she moved away from the overstimulating feeling. she laid against the mattress, hand laid over her chest as it rose and fell with each deep breath she took. you sit up on your elbows, running a hand over ambessa’s braids.

she stood up, leaning over you and looking down at you, lust coating her eyes. she grabbed sevika’s shirt, lifting her off the mattress. you watched them from your spot under ambessa, watching them kiss with a type of hunger you loved. only when they pulled away did you see it: ambessa had kept your cum in her mouth, and she spit it into sevika’s, smearing the bit that had missed over her lips.

your eyes rolled at the sight, falling back onto the mattress. you took the small grace period, merely a minute or two to regain your stamina. you heard the drawers rusting behind you, sevika sliding the harness of her strap-on over her legs. you remember you’re on camera and sit up, switching your position so you were laying on your stomach.

“getting ready, huh?” ambessa said, her hand cupping your chin and forcing her to look at you. you had to arch a bit, but it was worth it. she looked at you like you were art, despite your face being covered in cum. she pulled her panties, revealing the strap-on that was hidden beneath them. it was a dark red color, and it stood tall and proud just like her. “gonna destroy this pretty throat, child. gonna train it to take everything i give it.” she gave harsh pats to your cheeks, each time you swear your pussy throbbed in response.

“and don’t be mistaken, either. you’ll have your turn.” she told sevika, who paused her movements to eye the woman. she hated how much she had to fight to not submit to her, how wet she got just from her words. sevika let out a quiet scoff, not responding to her words. instead, she teased the tip of her strap at your entrance, sliding the silicone between your folds and spreading your wetness around.

“shit, she’s so wet. such a sweet thing.” sevika smiled, spitting onto your cunt. you let out a moan at the action, your head would’ve fell forward if not for ambessa holding it in place. you felt the familiar stretch of her easing the tip in, pulling the flesh of your lip between your teeth. “aww, look at her, trying to hold back her words.” ambessa tilted her head, watching as your mouth fell open the more sevika pushed into you. by the time she bottomed out inside of you, pressing her thighs to your ass, your mouth had fell open completely, half whimper-half moan escaping your throat.

“ohhhh, shit.” you gasp, feeling sevika pull out and push into you again. ambessa tuts at you, shaking her head as she squeezes your jaw, keeping your mouth open as she teases her strap at your lips. you look up at her through your lashes, holding your tongue out expectantly. “so eager to take her cock down your throat. fucking slut.” sevika practically growled behind you, one hand holding your hip as she thrusts into your soaked cunt. your eyes fluttered shut, and thanks to ambessa holding your mouth open, every sound you made was audible to both of their ears.

“give her something to occupy that fucking mouth of hers.” sevika grunts in time with her thrusts, and while ambessa didn’t like being bossed around, but she obliged nonetheless, pushing the strap into your mouth to muffle the sounds coming from you.

it was almost overwhelming just how turned on you were. their straps filled you, sevika pulling your hips up to meet her thrusts. and ambessa was having a time, pushing you to your limits and seeing how much you could take. each time you gagged, it fueled her ego, and boy did it make sevika a touch jealous. she landed a harsh slap to you ass, the sound making you choke out a moan over the strap.

ambessa ran her hand through your messy hair, tugging on the strands from the root. the pain from her grip had you nearing your orgasm, and with a small shake of her head, sevika pulled out. you let out a sound of complaint, but ambessa kept you from turning you head, still thrusting her strap inside of your mouth. you kept whining, spreading your legs further and putting your pussy on display for sevika, wanting her to continue. instead, she slapped your cunt, the strike landing right on your clit.

“you want to suck her strap so bad, focus on that.” sevika tells you, another harsh slap to your clit. your cry came out muffled, tears pricking your eyes. each time ambessa’s strap pressed the back of your throat, sevika delivered a harsh slap to your pussy.

ambessa saw the tears pooling in your pretty eyes, the sight had her ready to burst. she guided your hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy over your fingers. she took pity on you, getting your poor pussy spanked while having your throat fucked. she pulled the strap out of your mouth, running her thumb over your bottom lip.

“wanna punish sevika? make her feel bad for being so mean to such a needy, pretty pussy. hm?” she pats your face, her thumb wiping the tears that came down your face. you nod, and ambessa’s gaze snaps to sevika. ambessa moved to the bed, sitting down and laying flat against the mattress.

“im going to tell you what to do, and you are going to follow every word. both of you.” she ordered, her dominance washing over your body, filling the room and covering you like a blanket. with some instruction, you managed to get into the positions she ordered you to. you took sevika’s strap off of her, placing it on your own body. you placed yourself between ambessa’s legs, pushing the fake cock into her pussy. it was fairly easy,her pussy already soaked and ready.

she ordered sevika to ride her, and sevika was beyond resistant. “no.” she said, her voice wavering as she eyed the toy. ambessa chuckled, the sound made you nervous. “that wasn’t a question, girl. i don’t like repeating myself.”

sevika gulped, but with a roll of her eyes she listened. she walked over, sliding onto the bed and lifted one of her legs over ambessa’s hip. without mercy, ambessa pulled sevika down onto the toy, her sharp gasp filling the room. you couldn’t see her facial expression, since you were standing behind her. however, you’ve fucked sevika more times than you can count, you know how she worked. her pretty gray eyes probably rolled back, and you smirked. you moved your hips, teasing ambessa by just keeping the tip in. you lean to the side and already meet her stern look.

“watch it, child. you aren’t exempt from punishment. let this one serve as your reminder.” ambessa nodded toward sevika, landing a harsh slap to her tit. sevika threw her head back, and she began bouncing, a guttural moan leaving her lips every time she took the full length inside of her pussy. you match sevika’s pace, enjoying the way the strap-on rubbed your clit as you fucked ambessa.

“just like that, you’re perfect.” ambessa praised both of you, and you grab sevika’s hair, yanking her head back. you kiss down her exposed neck, leaving small bite marks. “fuck, look at you. taking her dick so well.” you say in her ear, looking down to see the red strap disappear inside of your poor girls cunt. “come on, sevi, I know you can ride better than that. you don’t wanna embarrass me ” you say, giving ambessa harder thrusts.

with your hands on her hips, you help her bounce harder until she reached her orgasm. it washed over her hard, her body trembling as she tried to stop. “ah, ah, ah. keep going, you can do it.” you guide her to keep going, keeping your own pace inside of ambessa, who moaned shamelessly.

“listen to her, sevika.” ambessa said, her large hand palming sevika’s breasts as they bounced in front of her. you could tell sevika was overstimulated by this point, her nails digging into your arm. “i-can’t, please.” she begged, and you shake your head. “shhh, it’s okay, i know you can.” you place a soft kiss her neck. your hand slid down her body, fingers pressing against her clit as she continued to weakly bounce on the cock.

“fuck, right there.” ambessa shifted, and you did just that, kept the pace the exact same while rubbing sevika’s clit. she was a moaning mess, you wished you could see more of her face. ambessa was ringing her dry on her cock, her large hand forcing her to keep up her bouncing. and once she became too tired to keep it up, she used her strength to bounce her manually.

“im going to cum if you keep that up.” ambessa told you, you noticed how her thigh twitched, threatening to close and trap you between them. and honestly, you weren’t sure you’d be upset at that outcome. a life spent like this, between them. it was a pleasant thought. “fuck!” sevika’s voice pulled you from your daydream, noticing she was having another orgasm.

“good job! oh, so fucking pretty for us.” you laugh, your thrusts faltering as you felt your own orgasm peaking. after a few more hard thrusts, ambessa came around the strap on you wore, the cream white substance coating the base as you continued to fuck her through her high. meanwhile, ambessa kept sevika bouncing, poor thing was brought to tears.

“please, baby, im sorry.” she sniffed, her hands flattening against ambessa’s chest to keep her balance. “come on, just one more.” you pout, your fingers slowing down on her clit. you pull the strap out of ambessa, climbing next ambessa. you discard the strap on completely, tossing it to the side as you watch. ambessa guided you further up the bed, placing to of her fingers inside your pussy.

the sight of sevika being bounced on ambessa’s cock from the strength of her hips had your pussy tightening around ambessa’s fingers. before you knew it, you found yourself grinding on them. “yes, fuck, right there.” you cry out, a hard orgasm ripping through your body in waves. watching you have an orgasm was enough to push sevika to hers, and what you saw had your jaw dropped.

big, bad sevika, squirting all over the cock of your next door neighbor. it coated ambessa’s thighs, creating a puddle under the both of them. “fuck, look at this. she’s did so good, didn’t she?” ambessa commented, helping a shaky legged sevika off of her and onto the bed. all three of you were tired, laying in the bed for a few moments before you stood. you walked over to the camera, giving the device a wave before you picked it up and shut it off.

you looked at the two women, placing a hand on your hip. “one more time, off the camera?” you wiggled a brow, earning a laugh from ambessa and you walked back over to the bed with a chuckle of your own.

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helloo baby! can you write wandanat as protective moms seeing reader dating kate, and they're very worried about kate hurt reader, but they start to see that kate coddle and protect so much their daughter that they get peaceful

Two mama bears are better than one

Summary: Sometimes mothers’ worry goes overboard.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!reader, WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: mother bear Natasha and Wanda, cursing, angst

Word count: 3024

a/n: thank you for the request! I feel like I made this a bit more angstier than you wanted and I’m not super happy with this, but I hope you still like this <3

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

“I’m going out!” Y/N yells as she puts on her shoes. “I’ll be back before dinner.”

“Hold up!” Natasha walks up to the hallway from the kitchen, where she and Wanda were washing the dishes. “Where are you off to, young lady?” She crosses her arms, raising one of her brows as she stares at rushing Y/N.

Y/N cringes at the tone of her voice and the choice of words. “To see some friends. We’re going to the mall I think.”

“What friends? I thought we were supposed to be your only friends.” Natasha smirks.

“Haha, so funny mom.”

“Stop bullying our daughter, Nat.” Wanda comes to them, grinning at her wife. “Where are you going, honey?”

“Out with some friends.” Y/N groans. “Jesus, it’s like I’m a prisoner or something.”

“Watch it with the angst.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the small smile growing to her face. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Gross.” Natasha flicks Y/N’s arm. “Don’t make me feel old.”

Wanda giggles at their interaction. She goes to hug Y/N. “Have fun and be safe, okay?” Kissing her face multiple times, she finally lets go when Y/N starts pulling away with fake disgust. “Emphasis on the be safe, got it?”

“I got it, mama.” Y/N smiles, giving Natasha a hug as well. “I’ll see you later.” She walks out of the front door, leaving her two very worried and overprotective mothers behind.

“Should we follow her?” Natasha wraps her arms around Wanda’s waist.

Wanda sets her hand on Natasha’s cheek and caresses it gently. “As much as I would like that, no. We have to trust her.”

“It’s not her I don’t trust.”

Y/N runs a few blocks further away from their house, only slowing down when she sees a familiar car on the side of the road. Grinning, she opens the passenger side door and hops in. “Hi.”

“Hey, baby.” Kate puts her hand on Y/N’s neck, pulling her into a kiss. “What’d you tell your moms?” She asks, starting the car.

“That I’m heading out to the mall with some friends. Not really a lie.” Y/N mumbles with a smile. “Although, I doubt they’d take it like that if they found out.”

Kate chuckles, holding one hand on the steering wheel while the other takes hold of Y/N’s thigh. The pair has been dating for dew moths now, successfully keeping it as a secret from two ex-Avenger mothers.

They met each other in the Avengers tower when Y/N was visiting the others with her mothers. The two clicked rather quickly, spending the whole time talking together. Kate was instantly captivated by her beauty and her mind and wanted to spend every minute of her time with her. So, she asked her out the next day, and it was the best date ever. Their relationship developed in a fast pace after that.

Y/N doesn’t necessarily want to keep their relationship as a secret, but she knows her mothers. Natasha and Wanda found a seven-year-old her at an abandoned Hydra base, they became like her mothers. And not long after that, they became her official parents, very protective parents.

They have always joked about how she isn’t allowed to date until she’s thirty, but Y/N knows there’s a bit of truth in their jokes. Besides, all the surveillance they do, is more than enough of a reason for Y/N to keep these kinds of things to herself.

“Someday we have to tell them.” Kate gives a quick glance to Y/N. “But not yet, of course! I don’t want to die just yet.”

Y/N laughs, setting her hand on top of Kate’s. “I wouldn’t let them kill you.”

“I know. But to be safe, I think we should wait until we’re, like, married. They can’t break our marriage, right?”

Biting her lip, Y/N stares at Kate’s side profile. “You want us to get married?”

“Obviously.” Kate says with a slight blush on her cheeks. “You’re the love of my life, I’m going put a ring on your finger someday.”

Y/N hangs her head down, looking at her lap while playing with Kate’s fingers. “I can’t wait.” Kate smiles, squeezing her thigh.

Y/N sits on Kate’s lap, her hands wrapped around her neck, and lips hungrily on hers. They drove around the city for two hours before stopping near Y/N’s home, far away enough for her moms not to see. Kate pulled Y/N to her lap instantly and started making out with her, arms going up and down her body.

“My god, you make me crazy.” Kate breathes out, one of her hands going under her shirt to feel her bare skin. “So beautiful.”

“You aren’t too bad yourself.” Y/N gasps out when Kate’s lips move to her neck. She starts to lean her head to the side to give her more room, but a harsh knock on the window pulls them apart. “Shit.”

Very pissed off looking Natasha opens the door and pulls Y/N out of the car with force. “What the hell are you doing with my daughter, Kate?” She pushes Y/N behind her, near to Wanda.

“I- I wasn’t…we-“ Kate rambles, getting out of the car as well.

“You what, huh?”

“Mom, stop it!” Wanda puts her hand on Y/N’s shoulder and shakes her head. She doesn’t look as mad as Natasha, but she’s clearly displeased by what she just witnessed. “No! Stop it.” She shrugs Wanda’s hand away.

“She’s going to hurt you.” Natasha turns to Y/N, leaving Kate alone. “Dating an Avenger? What were you thinking?”

“It’s none of you business.”

Natasha glares at her. “We’re going home, now.” She grabs Y/N’s arm and starts walking towards their house, pulling Y/N along and Wanda following them.

Y/N glances at kind of scared and panicked looking Kate. “I’ll call you later!” She shouts before Natasha shushes her.

The whole way towards home Natasha keeps mumbling angrily while Wanda tries to calm her down. Y/N follows behind them, sulking the while way and refusing to talk to either of her mothers.

Wanda unlocks the front door, holding it open as Natasha and Y/N walk inside. She tries to look at Y/N, but she avoids eye contact. Sighing, she closes the door.

“Stay here.” Natasha grumbles, stopping Y/N from going upstairs to her room. “Hanging out with friends, huh? That looked hell of a more than friends. So lying to us is a thing now?”

“I lied to you for this exact reason. You’re like prison guards when it comes to me doing anything. You throw a fit whenever I do something you don’t approve of!”

“We just want to keep you safe. You could really get hurt.” Wanda speaks up, now standing next to Natasha. She was always the more calm one, at least on the outside, but it doesn’t mean she is any less angry.

“She would never hurt me.”

“She’s dangerous!”

“So are you! Both of you!” Y/N screams, throwing her arms towards them. “Do you want me to stop being your daughter?” Natasha and Wanda frown at her words. “Just say the word and I’ll walk out that door, since I apparently can’t handle anything.”

“That’s not what we’re saying.” Wanda sighs. “We worry everyday because of our pasts, we worry that some old enemy will find you and take you. Kate is still an Avenger, she’ll make new enemies every die in that job and we don’t want you getting in the crossfire.”

Y/N rubs her head while shaking it. “If you do that I’ll never be able to live normally.” Tears start gathering in her eyes.

“If it means keeping you safe I don’t mind.” Natasha comments with a shrug.

“Natasha.” Wanda mumbles, giving her a look.

“Then you’re just like them.” Y/N whispers. “You’re no better than Hydra.”

“Y/N!” Wanda warns as Natasha freezes. “You don’t mean that.” Y/N opens her mouth, but closes it right away. She wipes her tears away and jogs up to her room. Wanda turns to look at Natasha who is already looking at her. “She didn’t mean it, she’s just hurting right now.”

“I was too harsh.” Natasha whispers, sitting down to the couch. ”She feels that way because of me.”

”It’s not only your fault.” Wanda mumbles and sits down next to her. “We’ve both been a bit…overbearing I suppose. We’re worried and we want her to be our baby, forever, but we need to remember she’s old enough to handle herself.”

Natasha groans, slumping against the couch as she hides her face with her hands. “Why does it have to be Kate.”

“Natasha..”

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with Kate!” She assures, looking forward as if to hide from Wanda’s disappointed gaze. “I’m saying that Kate is known to be a bit destructive and immature, which makes her do things that she isn’t supposed to.”

“I know.” Wanda grabs Natasha’s hand. “We just have to keep a close eye on them.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.”

“Come on then, let’s go talk to her and set some ground rules.” Wanda stands up, pulling Natasha up with her.

“I’m sorry about my moms.” Y/N groans, holding the phone up to her ear as she lays on her bed, talking with Kate. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“It’s okay, love.” Kate smiles lightly, loving to hear her girlfriend’s voice. “It was bound to happen someday.”

“I guess so.” Y/N twirls the rings around her fingers, they’re Wanda’s old ones. “You’re lucky aunt Yelena wasn’t with them, she would’ve shot you right away.”

Kate chokes in her own saliva, making Y/N laugh. “W-what?” She didn’t even remember Yelena being one of Y/N’s very protective bodyguards. “She wouldn’t actually do that would she?”

“Of course not, I’m kidding Kate.” Y/N giggles. “She might be a bit rough, probably even rougher than Natasha and Wanda, but it’ll be fine.”

“Can we…can we not tell Yelena just yet?”

“I mean,” Y/N grins to herself. “I’m not against not telling her, but mom might’ve already done that.”

Kate’s eyes widen. She stares at her door as if Yelena will burst through it any minute. “Do you really think so? Should I hide just in case?”

“I’m messing with you.” Y/N rolls over to her stomach. She starts drawing patterns to her pillow, suddenly frowning. “We had a pretty big fight.” She mumbles.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek. “I said they’re just as bad as Hydra.” She whispers. “I’m a terrible daughter.”

“Honey.” Kate sighs. Her heart aches from how broken Y/N’s voice sounds. “You aren’t a terrible daughter.”

“I said the two people who have given me a home and security are like an organization who have personally tortured all three of us.” Her voice raises a notch. “How is that not terrible?”

“You were hurt.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“They’ll understand.” Kate assures. “I’m sure of it.”

“I h-“

A knock on the door interrupts her. Natasha and Wanda walk inside, not waiting for Y/N’s answer. “Could we talk?”

“Yeah.” Y/N sits up. “I’ll talk to you later, bye.” She hangs up the call, setting her phone to a side table next to her bed. Wanda and Natasha sits on the foot side of the bed, opposite of Y/N. “I’m really s-“

“We wanted to apo-“ They start and stop talking at the same time. Wanda chuckles. “We wanted to apologize. We should’ve given you some breathing space.

Y/N hums, looking at her hands. “I’m sorry too, you’re nothing like Hydra.” She says quietly.

“It’s okay.” Wanda leans forward to hold Y/N’s hand in her own. “We accept your apology.” She gives her a smile, moving closer to her. “So, you’re dating now. Do you have any questions you want us to answer? About anything.”

Y/N scrunches her nose. “Ew no.” She shakes her head to get the thought out of her head. “I know all this stuff, you know that right? I’m not a kid anymore. Plus I do not want to talk about sex with you.”

“Thank god.” Natasha mumbles. Wanda slaps her arm, giving her a look. “Of course we’re willing to talk about anything with you, but I wasn’t really looking forward to this kind of conversation.”

“Okay, okay. We get it. Lets talk about Kate then.” Wanda mumbles, changing the subject. “We’re happy you two are together.”

“I don’t know about that.” Natasha mumbles.

Wanda sighs, ignoring her wife, while Y/N giggles with a shake of her head. “We thought it’d be good to set up some ground rules. Like not to lie to us anymore and we’d rather you two hang out here than somewhere…else.”

Squinting her eyes, Y/N looks at Wanda. She knows why they’d rather have the two here, but she doesn’t say anything about it. “Fine.”

“Would you like to ask her over, so we can apologize to her as well?”

“Yes.” Y/N grins, quickly grabbing her phone.

After multiple apologies from Wanda, Natasha and Kate, which were all accepted, Y/N and Kate decided to watch a movie in the living room, per Natasha and Wanda’s request.

Y/N is leaning her head on Kate’s shoulder while the dark haired girl has her hand wrapped around Y/N. Natasha and Wanda are hanging out in the kitchen, making dinner together, where they could be out of the way but still keep an eye on them.

“I still don’t like this.” Natasha whispers as she keeps glancing at the pair, especially glaring at the hand wrapped around her daughter. “I think it’s too risky.”

“So do I.” Wanda mumbles, stirring the pot of paprikash. “That’s why they’re on our line of sight.”

“When is the dinner ready? I don’t want them sitting so close to each other.”

“Soon, my love. Patience please.” Wanda adds ingredients to the pot. “Your comments and incapability to cook aren’t helping me.” Natasha leans against the counter with a smirk.

“They keep glaring at me.” Kate whispers into Y/N’s ear.

“I can feel it too.” Y/N mumbles. “I’m pretty sure they’re waiting for us to do a mistake so they can separate us.” Kate’s brows raise. “I’m kidding, sort of.”

“Dinner.” Natasha calls for them, putting down plates and mugs for everyone while Wanda sets the food on the middle of the table.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Y/N whispers.

“I don’t want to be rude.” Kate mumbles, standing up and going to the kitchen with Y/N, holding her hand in her own.

”I made paprikash.” Wanda starts putting the food on their plates. The girls thank Wanda and start eating their food.

“So, what are your intentions with our daughter?” Natasha asks, making Kate choke on her food. The redhead raises her brows as Y/N pats her girlfriend’s back.

“I- date her?”

“Date her?”

“Well, I- yes. I want to cherish her and keep her safe. I’ll love her and, and comfort her.” She turns to look at Y/N with a smile on her face. “I wouldn’t wish any kind of harm for her.” Y/N feels her body get warmer at Kate’s words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wanda stares at Natasha, smiling at the interaction. Natasha rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the small smile growing on her face. “Alright we get it, you’re young and in love.”

“As if you and mama don’t act like lovesick and horny 16-year-olds.”

Wanda’s eyes widen and Natasha glares at her, though it’s mostly playful. “We do not, don’t say things like that in front of guests.” The witch mumbles, hiding her slightly red cheeks.

Y/N giggles, glancing at smiling Kate. “Can we go up to my room now, please. We don’t want to hang out with you two.”

“I don’t…I don’t mind.” Kate stares at Y/N with wide eyes, nervous to offend her mothers. Y/N gives her a look. “Private time would be nice.” Natasha’s brows raise. “No- Not like that! Nothing too private or, or intimate. Of course I want to hold her, but not like that.” Her eyes widen even more if that’s possible. “I’m not saying I don’t find Y/N attractive like that, because I do, I think she’s very beautiful and hot, but I’m not going to have sex under your roof. And I don’t mean hot in an objectifying manner, I could ne-“

“Kate.” Y/N sets her hand on her arm. “Calm down, everything is okay.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Kate clears her throat, blush creeping up her neck when she notices all three of them staring at her.

“Fine.” Wanda stacks their plates. “But-“ She stops Y/N and Kate who already stood up. “The door has to be ajar! Okay? And no funny business.”

“Yes yes, we got it, calm down.” Y/N grabs Kate’s hand and starts pulling her upstairs to her room.

“You heard your mama, door at least 10cm open!” Natasha yells after them just to be sure.

Y/N snickers, pushing Kate inside her room and carefully setting the door so there’s a 10cm gap. “Finally.” She wraps her arms around Kate’s shoulders as she takes hold of her hips. “Some alone time.”

“Are they still mad at me?” Kate whispers, at times glancing at the door. Y/N shakes her head with a smile.

“You’re growing on them.”

“Good.” Kate kisses Y/N and strokes the side of her waist.

“They’re going to be okay.” Wanda reassures still stressed out looking Natasha. “She’s safe with her.”

“I know.” Natasha grabs Wanda’s hand, bringing it up to her face to kiss it gently. “And if something bad happens, we’re here for her.” Wanda nods, leaning her head against Natasha’s shoulder.

↳ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

Gif not mine!

— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joel Miller x afab!fem reader

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ellie finds an old chessboard somewhere in Jackson and asks you to teach her how to play. Joel joins and isn’t too happy about loosing three times against you.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content (minors dni!), age gap (reader is in her mid twenties, Joel is early fifties), sex, p in v, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, use of whore (like once), pet names (darling, sweetheart, angel), multiple orgasms, they do it on the table, cum eating, bit of angst, insecure Joel, canon divergency, probably ooc Joel and Ellie, mentions of death and loss, alcohol consumption, confessing feelings. Let me know if I missed something!

a/n: this one’s a bit rushed but I wanted to post it before my birthday so I apologize if it isn’t great. Anyways, I’m writing a second Javi fic, so if you liked 𝐌Í𝐀 I’m certain you’re going to love the next one:)

no use of y/n

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

"You're cheating." Ellie rambles, standing up to get a better view of the board and analyze it from different angles. You can't help but giggle at her childish attitude, cause it truly brought a certain joy to the dynamic. "Hey! It's not funny."

"How could I cheat? You were watching my game the whole time." You defend you case, raising your hands in a sign of peace but gaining a glare from the girl.

"I don't know, you're the one who's teaching me." In that moment, you hear the crack of the front door opening, but none of you bother to stand and greet the main resident of the house, too busy in your own matters.

"Look, I'm playing fair. I am simply older and more experienced than you." Ellie grimaces and sits back on the chair, both arms crossed over her chest. "But try not to feel too bad. I've always been really good at chess."

Joel enters the dining room and walks right past you, going straight to the kitchen. You guess he's either going for a beer or to pour some whiskey into his favorite glass. Always the same routine every weekend: he would come home late with absolutely no explanations as to where he was, drink something strong and spend some time with both of you before heading to bed.

"You must be a really good strategist, then." She replies, amused. "I’ve heard this game is all about that. Strategies."

When you're about to respond, the man's heavy footsteps get closer as he comes to the room once again and leans back on the wall opposite to you, a glass of whiskey on his hand. His grayish hair is messy and his eyes seem to shine brighter under the warm light hanging over your heads when he looks at you intently. Often, he would appear exhausted after being off all day, but tonight it was different. Something about him was, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

Ellie must've sensed a shift in the air, since she changed her approach in a second. "Joel, you're pretty ancient. I bet you know how to play."

You hold back your laughter at her mocking comment, reaching the board to rearrange the pieces. He cocked an eyebrow in her direction, straightening his posture nonchalantly.

"I'm more of a poker man," he retorts with a distant air, diverting his gaze to Ellie.

"Poker?" You frown as he comes your way, but doesn't take a sit just yet. "I didn't take you for a gambler, Miller."

He sets the glass down on the table, leaning over the chair next to you with a smirk. "M'not. There’s many ways of playing other than betting your money, f’you know what I mean.”

Your eyes widen at his response, taken aback. So he meant like… The one were you end up naked. “Now, I would’ve expected that from Tommy, but you? That’s a surprise.”

He shrugs, faded smile still on his lips.

You remembered what Ellie once told you, ‘he does that whenever you’re around,’ she had said in a meditative tone, ‘smile, I mean. It’s kind of creepy cause… y’know, he never does.’ Perhaps that’s why she acted differently every time you three were together.

“Yeah, whatever.” The girl grumbles. “Can you play chess or not? I need someone to take revenge for me.”

Joel takes a seat beside you, slowly, glancing over the board before sipping from his drink again. He looks back at Ellie, whose eyes were sparkling with excitement. The man sighs in defeat, well aware that he just couldn’t say no to her. A dad reflex, maybe, but it worked out in her favor and she’d take advantage of it as much as she could.

“Fine. I call black.” You nod in agreement and the younger one leans on her elbows for a better view. “Either way, I know you like making the first moves. Ain’t that right, darlin’?”

Your first reaction was almost choking on your own saliva. Honestly, how dare he say something like that in front of Ellie? Did he suddenly forget that she was fourteen and terribly clever? Had he lost his mind? Also, he never called you by anything other than your name whenever she was around, so this whole situation felt like a personal attack.

“You okay over there?” Ellie asked, slightly concerned at your incessant coughing.

“Yeah…” you give him a dirty look and press a hand to your chest, making the first move with a white pawn. “Could you bring me some water? I think my soul might’ve left my body.”

“Sure.” She quickly answers, standing up. Joel doesn’t say anything else, his mind focused only on the game now.

It had all happened last weekend.

Thinking in retrospective, your relationship with him had always been ambiguous. You couldn’t quite recall when he actually started talking to you and not just ‘bear with your presence’, nor when his invitations to come over to his place started coming from him and not Ellie.

At first, it was simply you and her. Bonding was easy, despite her sharp character. She looked up to you, for whatever reason that might be, and that smoothed things. Joel was a completely different story. He acted like you didn’t exist, as if you were merely another bug roaming his house. Though when he saw how good your friendship with Ellie was, his brusque behavior started to fade, or at least settle down somehow.

Sooner than later you started coming over to make dinner, or teach the teenager how to bake some of the recipes your grandmother had thought you -more like you’d do everything while she chatted to keep you entertained-. But truth be told, it became more of an excuse to see him.

Honestly, you were doomed since the very beginning. There was undeniably no way you would’ve been able to escape Joel Miller’s silent charm. His presence became a constant need to you, and you’d often find yourself relating certain things to him. Smoke, denim, pills, booze, watches and boots, to mention a few. To you, he was all gray and blue, merging in the best way possible.

You didn’t expect him to thank you for taking care of them. Them. Not just Ellie, him too. Or that he’d suddenly show up to places you would frequent, which made you wonder, could he possibly feel the same way? Sure, it could’ve been a simple coincidence… If it weren’t for the stolen looks you’d often share. Though his face rarely reflected any interest in you, his piercing gaze would frequently burn your skin every time you were hanging out with other men.

Two weeks ago, Maria had been held back from patrol due to her pregnancy, and you were called to fill up her place. The thing is, you were supposed to leave with Tommy, but somehow ended up with his older brother, riding at dawn in utter silence and searching for a prey to hunt. It wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, yet it allowed you to watch him more attentively: his broad shoulders and sturdy back, the dark graying hair that, in some way, made him more attractive. And then your mind, went to some… Darker places.

How would his big, manly hands feel cupping your breasts? Flashy images of his rough, calloused fingers pinching your nipples meandered your mind. His face buried between your legs, his mustache tickling your…

“You ‘kay there, sweetheart?” He had asked, abruptly taking you out of your freakish daydreaming. “You seem distracted.”

Well, that was a way of putting it. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…” you babbled, “I hate the rifle.” Joel glanced back at you with a stiff, confused expression. “If I shoot this thing, I’ll feel the kickback on my shoulders and back for at least two weeks from now.”

The horses were stagnant, waiting by the trees while you took a stroll nearby, keeping an eye for any sort of animal that would serve for dinner.

“Show me.” He said, internally amused by your inquiring expression. “Show me how you hold it.”

“Oh…” You compeled, in spite of the anxiety his stern eyes brought upon you.

“You’re doin’ it wrong.” He grunted, coming to approach you, still holding the position.

You scowled, raising a brow to him but not daring to move a muscle. “Maybe you’re just making me nervous, did you think about that?”

Joel plants himself behind you, staying so close that you could feel the warmth of his body through the many layers of clothing. Your heartbeat races when his hand rearranges the rifle on your elbow, unintentionally wrapping his arms around you.

“You need to hold it like this.” His tone was low but still firm. “Keep it up.” You feel his chest pressed to your back and his face near yours, making it hard to breathe.

You can’t bring yourself to look at him, cause if your head turns even a little, you fear the distance between you might as well disappear. His hand holds your wrist steady, the other one going from your elbow to your waist in a tight grip that makes you gasp.

“Do I make you nervous?” He questioned, without letting you go. Paying no mind to the way your nerves buzzed and ears rang at the proximity, you slowly nodded. “Are you afraid of me?”

His doubt made your heart jump and knit your brows together. “No. I trust you.” Joel’s breath hit your temple and it took all the self control in your body not to get rid of the distance.

“You shouldn’t.” Both his hands are on your waist in a firm grasp. He definitely noticed your flushed cheeks, the ragged breathing and constant desire to look at him. Like a damn teenager in love. You gulp, trying to regain composure.

“And why is that?” He didn’t answer, and every second that passed and his hands were still on you only made it worse. You needed to get closer or your lungs would crush under the weight of expectation. “Joel?”

You finally gave in, raising your head to face him. He was already looking down at you, eyes smitten and lost. A reflection of him you’d never seen before. Your gaze goes to his lips and inevitably lick your own before going up to his deep, brown eyes again.

Fucking hell, the man was mesmerizing.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you’re leaning forward, completely forgetting about the rifle and the whole world around you. Your noses touch and your lips merely brush against each other’s. Instinctively, you close your eyes in hopes that he’d go for it.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his hand comes to arrange your posture again, murmuring a lazy ‘easy’ in your ear, that shared moment vanishing in thin air.

“When shooting a weapon this big, you gotta bring your strength from your torso and legs.” And then he acted like nothing happened; nevertheless, he was perfectly aware of the effect he had on you. “That way it won’t hurt after.”

Well shit. Now you had screwed up.

This man was like a father to Ellie and you were not only infatuated with him, but also add to the list that you had purposely tried to kiss him. You were embarrassed, to say the least. Specially since it appeared that whatever feelings you had were one-sided.

Or so you thought, up until last Saturday.

You hadn’t talked with him about it. In fact, you hadn’t even been alone with him ever since. It was probably for the best, though, that way you wouldn’t have to humiliate yourself in front of him any further. Every time you happened to cross paths, he seemed aloof, more indifferent than usual.

It was pretty late, probably past midnight and Joel hadn’t yet arrived. You had spent all day with Ellie and now you were just waiting for his return, but she was growing tired and you didn’t think it was fair for her to stay up for too long.

“Go to bed, okay? I’ll wait for him.” You told her with a smile.

“Nah, don’t worry. I’m not even…” whatever she was going to say got cut off by her yawn.

“Right. You were saying?” She rolled her eyes and snorted at your victorious air.

“Fine. But promise you won’t stay for too long. I’d hate to know you didn’t get any sleep because of me.” You agreed and said everything would be fine, that she had nothing to worry about.

So you waited there on his living room, reading old crappy magazines about celebrity gossip while facing the crackling fire that kept the house warm. It was easy to lose track of time this way, therefore, when the door opened at last, you had no idea how long you had been waiting around. You rushed to his encounter, but you were totally unprepared for what happened next.

“Jesus Christ, Joel. Are you- shit…” the man standing ahead was someone you knew, but could barely recognize. The side of his face was bleeding, a cut going from his temple to the cheekbone and there were bruises scattered around it. He was sweating and you could swear he was about to faint.

You closed the door behind him, tugging his shoulder to drag him inside, all the way to the kitchen. Despite his rumbles of protest, Joel allowed you to do it, putting up no resistance. His mind was screaming at him to tell you that you should leave and that he didn’t need any help. But he was too fucking exhausted and you were being so kind and warm… He just couldn’t bring himself to do it, ignoring the part of his brain that kept telling him ‘you’ll regret this later’. For once in a very long time, he was being irrational, letting another part of him take control; or rather lose it completely.

You sat him down on a chair and took a clean towel, wetting it with cold water to treat the wound. In addition, you also took the bottle of whiskey that he kept locked away where Ellie wouldn’t find it, pouring him a glass. He gulps it down straight away.

Joel observes your every move closely. Your steady hands going to his chin and raising his face to the light, the way your features drown in concern and your dazzling eyes examine the injury. His skin burnt there where you touched him and it was becoming hard for him to keep his mind focused, growing dizzier with pain and intoxicated by your perfume. He really shouldn’t be feeling this way, and it burdens him to know it. Your lovely, young self shouldn’t be an object of his desire; and the fact that you were what he wanted the most was killing him achingly slow.

Because, even if you did want him back, what good could it possibly come from the whole thing? He’d just hold you back. There were plenty of other men in Jackson that could offer you things he certainly couldn’t. Yeah, that was it. He was way too corrupted to be deserving of someone like you.

“Does it hurt too much?” You muttered while getting rid of the blood, careful not to be too harsh.

“S’okay, angel.” The name-calling wasn’t something you usually liked. It sounded condescending coming from other men, but when he did it, your stomach fluttered. “Were you waiting for me?”

You nod vaguely, “I was worried.” His eyes bore into yours and your heart skips a beat. “I mean we. We were worried.”

“Right…” He noticed how your fingers brushed the hair out of his face tenderly, his self-control threatening to crumble under your touch with every second that went by. His hand takes your wrist, preventing you from keeping up your work. For a moment, he says nothing, simply staring at you fixedly. “I think you should leave.” He blurts out, letting go of you.

Oh, there they were. Those mixed signs that you always seemed to misinterpret.

You groan in exasperation, leaving the bloody towel beside the bottle of alcohol. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I don’t need your pity.” Joel was being petty and his deliver managed to hurt a little. But you would not give him that much power, at least not without putting up a fight.

“It’s not about that and you know it.” You cross both arms over your chest and sit on the edge of the table, determined to get out of that agog that wouldn’t let you sleep. “Why are you pushing me away?”

He rubs a hand over his face, taking his time to retort and avoiding your eyes. “I can’t give you what you want.”

You laugh sardonically, challenging him. “And what is that?” His gaze is disdainful and rude, but you don’t let him intimidate you. “Are you afraid?”

If you were anyone else, you’d be shaking with fear. Joel was tough, to the point where some might call him cynical. But you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. His goal was to scare you off.

“Go. I don’t need you here.” You don’t move an inch, resolved to bring an end to whatever this was and ignoring his vicious glare.

“No,” you huffed.

“I told you to leave.” He was getting pissed, his voice trembling with anger and the cold words slicing the tense air.

“And I said no. I don’t take orders from you.” His lips were sealed in a fine line, eyes feisty. “Be honest with me and then I’ll see myself out.”

Silence again. A more prolonged one in which none of you had the bravery to come forward. Every second that went on and nothing happened was a torture you could not endure. That was it then, you’d made a fool of yourself yet again.

“Fine.” Your voice comes out unsteady from choking down the tears as you stand up straight, set on leaving all these feelings behind.

But right when you walk by his side, Joel’s hand grabs your arm softly. His grip wasn’t strong enough to hold you back if you really wanted to go, kind of like he was unsure about his own actions.

“Push me away.” He pleads. And it sounds desperate, as if the whole situation caused him agony. “Please, push me away.”

Your wet your lips, astonished by how guilty he appeared when practically begging you to stay away, “I can’t,” you respond, “I won’t.”

There was no turning back now. He had trapped himself on purpose and jeopardized everything the moment he laid his hand on you. The minute your eyes found each other’s, he realized he’d just lost all willpower that remained.

Joel pulled you closer and the sudden action almost made you trip, forcing you to place both hands on his chest to stay still. Something flicked in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite comprehend. But you took it as a sign to fully give in to your desires, as long as he’d permit it. You sit on his lap, solely enjoying the moment. His face, despite the beating, was ever so beautiful. It wasn’t fair. If he wanted you too, why did he have make it this difficult? Perhaps he was simply… Insecure.

“What have you done to me, sweetheart?” He asked, voice strained as he looks down at your lips. Your fingertips gently trace the edges of his face.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” One of his hands covers your thigh and the other rests on his knee.

“Do you like playin’ around with an old man like me?” You can’t help but laugh a bit, your thumb going across his bottom lip. “Is this what you want? A sweet thing like you can do so much better.”

“I don’t care for boys, or any other men for that matter.” His chest swells at your words. “I like you, Joel. Is that so hard to believe?” The man swears you can feel his heart thumping against his ribs when he whispers a barely audible ‘yes’. His honesty moved you and grew a weird feeling in your chest that impelled you to prove him wrong.

In response, you lastly get rid of that awful distance, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and feeling the unfamiliar tickle of his mustache. It was stubborn at first, but he caved in eventually, kissing you back slowly. He took his time to relish on your taste before deepening the kiss, manhandling you on top of him. Joel’s hands are on your lower back and the nape of your neck as his tongue explores your mouth in depth, letting go of himself. You moaned in between the kiss, drunken by every light stimulation, which only spurred him on and turned the situation hungrier, more desperate.

“Joel…” you pull back, laying your forehead against his. “I have to go.”

You feel him chuckle at your declaration. “Seriously? Now?” His tone was raspy and faint.

“I don’t want to.” You assure with a pout, “But I fear that if I stay, this won’t end in a simple kiss. And Ellie’s upstairs, remember?” He agreed it was for the best, but still couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself, asking you to stay the night even if he had to sleep on the couch.

That was the night that started everything.

After that weekend, the way he acted changed radically. He remained with that grim, stoic exterior. Yet, he was brighter around you, more beaming. In public, he’d always find a way to touch you, even if it was merely a brief brush of skin. On bolder days, he’d pull you apart from a crown and take you somewhere darker to make out for as long as you could. Which wasn’t much, since everyone always appeared to have some sort of unresolved business with either of you.

Today, however, something was odd. Joel went off, as usual, and you stayed with Ellie, who had found an old, ragged chessboard somewhere in Jackson. A game that, as it turns out, you particularly loved.

That’s how you ended up here.

Three rounds afterwards, you keep winning and increasing his irritation.

“Checkmate.” You say for the fifth time tonight, giving him a triumphant smile, getting up from your seat to pour some whiskey into your glass.

“You’re cheating.” He barks, annoyed.

“See! I told you.” Ellie backed him up and the way they teamed up to bash you almost made you giggle.

“Suck it up, losers!” You shout from the kitchen, entertained by their resentment.

“Spill your secrets then, otherwise I will simply not be convinced.” She replies, glowering.

The drink nearly dissolves on your tongue and you leave the glass on the counter, coming to join them again. You rest both hands on her shoulders in a friendly gesture.

“My grandpa thought me when I was young. Before the outbreak, I mean.” Ellie turns her head to look at you in interest. “He got sick afterwards… Forgetful and amnesiac.” You explain, “Chess stimulated his brain and since I was his only family left, we would spend hours playing.” Joel’s chest feels heavy at the sight of your nostalgic smile. “We had a great time together. He… Passed away a couple years ago.” Ellie takes your hand on her own in a comforting manner, but you don’t feel particularly sad, simply emotional about the past. “Hey, kiddo. Didn’t you have a movie night with Dina today?”

“Shit!” Her eyes widen. “Thanks for the reminder, I totally lost track of time,” she gets up with an apologetic smile, “I’m gonna head out now.” She quickly takes a jacket and ties her hair up. “You guys can keep playing or… I don’t know, just don’t wait around for me.”

And just like that, you’re left alone.

After an entire week of sneaking around and behind everyone’s back, you’re finally alone.

There’s a shift in the air of the room and you narrow your eyes when you gape at him. “You think she knows something?”

He tilts his head to the side and finishes his whiskey. “Probably. Can’t know for sure.” The vague answer made you shrug, deciding to put a pin to it for later.

Now that no one was around, you were determined to have some fun, coming up with a plan that could escalate things between you. And he surely thought so too. It wouldn’t be difficult to get his attention, since he was constantly monitoring your every move. Being that way, you intentionally stand beside him when leaning to reorder the pieces, giving him a very good view of your ass.

“Another round?” You ask tauntingly, “Or are you already tired of getting defeated?”

He grunts, upset by the previous resolutions. “I’d like to play another game.” You turn around with a cheeky smile. “One that I won’t lose.”

“And what would that be?” He gives you a darkened, intense glance, his lips pursed in a smirk.

Joel Miller was a man of few words and he totally lived up to it. Instead of responding, he grabbed your hips and dragged your body to the side, so that you were now standing between his legs, lingering against the edge of the table. You swallow hard, meeting his heavy gaze from above him. It made your pulse raise and blood rush, igniting something that you haven’t quite felt with anyone else yet. He presses a kiss to your clothed abdomen, eyes never wandering from yours as he lowers his lips to your pelvis, lifting your shirt leisurely.

“Look at you, darlin’. All flustered and I’ve barely done anything.” Your chest rises and falls methodically, the atmosphere feeling dense despite the chilly air. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips when he starts laying open-mouthed kisses along your exposed belly, sending shivers through your whole body, “Off,” he motions at your clothes.

You do as told, getting rid of the shirt and tossing it to the floor. His big, warm hands strain your movements as he explores your skin, kissing all the way up to the valley of your breasts.

“Joel…” you take a fistful of his hair and pull at it mildly, just enough to yank his head backwards and bring your lips together, swallowing a whimper from him.

The kiss is ambitious, all teeth and tongue, as if you had been craving each other for long and had just barely given in. He swiftly stands up and sits you at the end of the table, spreading your knees to settle in between your thighs. He parts from your mouth and traces your jawline, neck and collarbones, nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin, lightly scraping it with his facial hair. You were a mess at this point, panting and tugging at him as if you were about to collapse. But then he stops, breathing heavily against your chest and looking up to you with dark, lustful eyes.

“What- Did I do something wrong?” You stutter with uncertainty.

“Ain’t nothing wrong, angel.” His hand rests heavy on your thigh, a mischievous grin painted on his face. “But I told you we’d play a different game, didn’t I?”

This new side of him was exciting in many ways possible and whatever it was he wanted to do, you were certain it was going to be fun. And, possibly, a bit tortuous. You peer at him in expectation.

“Make your move.” He commanded, pointing the board with a succinct head movement. You obligue, choosing a random pawn and moving it with shaky hands while struggling to think straight. The man hums and decides to mirror your tactic. “Keep goin’.”

Next thing you know his fingers unhook your bra and you have to make a quick choice in spite of all the distractions. At the end, you go for a horse, barely capable of register anything other than his hands taking off the piece of clothing. After contemplating your scheme, he moves another pawn in return.

“Shit.” He hissed at the sight of your exposed tits, nipples hard from the cold air and arousal. “Focus.”

You weren’t sure if that last order was for him or for you, but either way the game kept going. He had enough attention span to grope your breasts and tweak your nipples between the pads of his calloused fingers, while also moving the chess pieces around. You couldn’t say the same for yourself; a louder moan escaping your lips when he replaced his fingers with his mouth.

The more ministrations he provided, the harder it became to make strategic moves. But you were determined not to let him win, regardless of the ache between your legs and the growing wetness in your panties that he refused to attend.

“Joel, I…” He takes away one of your rooks, his lips attached to your neck and hands caressing your inner thighs. “I need more.”

He huffs a laugh that vibrates through your lower body. “That right, angel? Tell me what you want.”

You take away his only bishop left and hear him growl at his approaching defeat. “Touch me, please.”

“Where?” His scent fogs your senses, so manly and distinctive of him, growing the need to feel him in any way possible. “Words, sweetheart.”

“I need your fingers in my cunt, Joel.” You spit out, watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down his throat and increasing his arousal with your lack of coyness. “Please.”

“Anything for my pretty girl.” He unbuttons your pants and slides one hand inside, palming your pussy over the underwear, altering your breathing pattern and moving the queen with his free hand. “Fuck, you’re drippin’.” You grind against his hand and his grip on your waist tightens to keep you still as he kneads circles on your clit over the thin fabric. “Your turn, darlin’.”

The game carries on at the same time as he moves your panties aside and slides two thick fingers inside your entrance, his thumb still fondling your nub slowly. You can’t keep your moans at low and the stimulation picks up when he curls his digits to hit your right spots. All that can be heard in the room is the cracking wood of the fireplace and the squelching sounds of your pussy.

“Jesus Christ, Joel…” you cry out his name, burying your face on the crook of his neck, grabbing the soft flannel in your fists and spilling all your whimpers into his ear, delighting yourself with the way he smelt. He groans at the feeling of your bare chest pressed to him, his cock throbbing painfully at every sound you’d make.

“You like that, darlin’? You like to fuck my fingers on top of this table like a needy little whore?” You clench around him and throw your head back, a new wave of slick coating all the way to his knuckles. “Ah, so you do like it.”

“Yes, Joel. I-” he speeds up his pace, greedily circling your clit in a way that makes your back arch, giving him a glorious view from his position.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Been wanting to do this for so fuckin’ long…” He admits, peppering kisses all over your breasts.

“Me too. Thought about you when I-” your voice gets lost at the sudden feeling of heat settling on your lower stomach, building up your crescendo. “When I was alone.” Your confession only manages to prompt him further and make his movements more effective. You squirm under his touch, a hand messing his hair while the other holds his belt to keep him close.

He groans a deep ‘fuck’ at the pathetic sound you made. All because of him. No; all of them for him.

“Joel, I’m- shit, I’m close,” there’s a hotness on the pit of your stomach that extends to your legs.

“I know, angel.” He coos, his free hand brushing the hair out of your face. “Go ahead, do it.” His words are all it takes for your orgasm to hit, shocking every nerve on your body. He helps you come down from it, tracing soothing patterns on your bare skin as your body quivers from elation.

“Joel…” you whisper, both your hands on his belt and going to unbuckle it, watching as he takes both fingers to his lips and licks them clean.

“Sweet” he kisses you again, deeply. You happily return it with the same energy, nibbling at his bottom lip while your palm slides inside his jeans to feel up his bulge over the underwear. He muffles a moan in your mouth, his hot, hard cock twitching under your grip.

Your hand drifts inside his boxers to feel him directly, your thumb rubbing over the tip to spread the surprising amount of precum that oozed there. Joel gasped into your mouth, the sound prompting you further.

“Checkmate.” You tell him, pulling back only when you needed to breathe, guiding your finger to your tongue in order to taste him. “I won.”

His eyes divert to the board in awe, and you admire his mesmerized expression when he confirms that you had, in fact, won again. Joel comes back to dote on your devilish grin, fueled up by a new thrill of excitement.

“Fuck this…” he mutters through gritted teeth, mindlessly tossing the board to the side and letting it fall off the table along with all the pieces, making an absolute mess. It appears like he doesn’t even register any of it, going straight back to kissing you, his hands sliding your pants down your legs.

“Shit, Joel…” You can’t help but laugh at his reaction, encouraged by his sudden passion.

As your lips collide once again, you start to unbutton his shirt and he helps you out of your jeans, along with your very wet panties. He pushes your back against the wooden surface, holding you down with a hand around your neck.

“Winners that boast in their victory are only brats.” He snarls, taking his dick out for you to see. Your mouth waters at the sight of it: thick, bigger than you could’ve expected, the head swollen and glistening. “Brats need to be tamed.”

You whine when he parts your thighs even wider, teasing your slit with his tip, covering it in your slick and intentionally grazing your aching clit, urging you to grab his bicep for support.

“Can’t you just fuck me already?” You blurt out, the sensation only edging you more. “I might just cum again from all the teasing.”

His fingertip sweeps across your bottom lip, an eyebrow raised. “You really that sensitive, angel?” He questions, “Or is it just because of me?”

The inquiry nearly makes you crack up. Damn, the man was totally clueless. “Are you really that unaware of the effect you have on me?”

His stare reflects how pleased he is to hear that. “How many times did you beat me tonight, sweetheart?”

It takes an actual effort for you to recall and muster up an answer when he keeps toying with you so mercilessly. “Three, I presume.”

Joel’s hand slithers to your lower back, keeping you angled for him. “Then I’ll get you off three times.” Your heart jumps at the sentence and you look at him in disbelief. “Can you do that, angel?”

Three fucking times?

When your whole life men had only ever given you… None, practically. One at most, if you were lucky enough. And Joel mother-fucking Miller had the nerve to ask if you could handle three.

“Bet.” The answer is music to his ears, giving in once and for all as he enters you unhurriedly.

He’s so big and you feel him splitting you open exquisitely, the sensation fading any thoughts, beliefs or identities from your mind. Right now, all you know is him. It stings a little and it forces you to screw your eyes shut, letting out a small whine as he bottoms out, your nails digging on his arm.

“You’re doing s’good, baby.” He continues to say in midst of it, talking your way through it, “Taking me so well…” You think it’s somewhat unfair that he’s still fully clothed and you’re naked as the day you came; yet, at the moment your mind can’t even think of anything but his cock, buried deep inside you. “If something feels off or it becomes to much… Let me know and I’ll stop.” You nod, eagerness starting to scratch your insides.

“Yes. Now can you please, please start moving.” He holds back a chuckle, gazing at you from above, barely lifting your hips to feel more of him.

“Atta girl,” he obeys, thrusting his hips sharply and deep. “Look so pretty beggin’ to be fucked.” His big arm travels to the arch in your back, withdrawing and pushing in again, slowly losing his consciousness to pleasure.

“Fucking hell, you fill me up so good…” he moans gruffly at your comment, pulling you down on his cock as he picks up an unrelenting pace, hitting every right spot as if he knew them all by memory.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Joel drags in an out, rejoicing himself in every high pitched moan you’d spill. Your legs wrap around his waist in an effort to keep him as close as you could.

The angle is very intimate, his whole body flushed against yours, warm and firm, while your hand snakes under his flannel to dig your nails on his bare shoulders, the other scratching his scalp delicately and Joel’s hot, erratic breaths hitting your face as you gape at him. It’s like everything else disappeared and it was all about the two of you and this moment of pure rapture. Unable to contain your urge, you search for his lips, kissing him one more time, the mixture of mint and alcohol in his mouth fogging your senses in the best way possible.

His tip nudges your g-spot relentlessly, the stretch his girth provided so satisfying that you clench around him as your second orgasm approaches, causing him to pull apart from the kiss and let out a sinful groan, deep from his throat, that sends a shudder up your spine. It all becomes too much; the friction of your delicate nipples with his shirt, his thick cock dragging against your walls and lastly, Joel’s teeth biting down the soft skin under your ear, his facial hair scraping deliciously. That is your cum button.

“That’s my girl, making a mess on my dick,” he fucks you through it, slowing down his pace and only pulling out when your legs tremble. “Say it darlin’, tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Joel…” he basks in the view of your fucked out self, looking up at him in a delirious state, eyes low, heat soared across your cheeks and lips plumped. “Shit, Miller,” you sit up, arm still hanging around his broad shoulders while his hard, throbbing cock rested against your thigh. “You’re so fucking hot, did you know that? It drives me insane.”

He laughs huskily, his big hand caressing the side of your face in a caring manner. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he speaks softly, “I think I might’ve fucked you so hard I scrambled your brain.”

You actually crack up this time, pressing a kiss to his forehead and muttering an: “Idiot.” He grabs your thighs and methodically swirls your body, flushing your back against his chest. Without warning, he slams into you again, making you yelp at the sudden action.

“You’ve got a dirty mouth,” he pokes fun at you, “next time we’ll put it to use.” And the promise raises goosebumps on your skin.

This new position gave you the opportunity to feel him deeper, if that was even possible. His thighs and hips firm against yours, every single snap making you feel that delicious stretch he provided as your cunt envelopes him tightly. But you were already far too sensitive and every light touch added to his thrusts made your body feel weaker.

“Joel, I-” he holds you with an arm covering your waist, his fingers pinching your nipples. “Fuck, I won’t last…”

He becomes more vocal, his disjointed moans drifting from his lips right into your ear while the hand on your hip makes its way to rub your clit gloriously, in a way that makes you wonder just how the fuck does he know exactly what your body likes.

“Is my sweet girl gonna cum for me?” you nod, unable to form any words, only capable of reveling on the way his cock throbs inside you. “Speak, remember?”

But you can’t. Nothing comes out of your mouth besides his name, like a constant plea. When the third one finally came, it was simply euphoric; your whole body shudders and your vision goes white, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes as you start to feel lightheaded. Joel draws out with a grunt, a string of curses leaving his lips as you spin around to see him. Your hand wraps around his own when he fucks his fist and you take in the sight of him cumming all over your fingers, his forehead laying on your shoulder as you milk him. Inevitably, you lick your fingers to taste his salty load. A sight that would be engraved in his brain for the rest of his days and that could possibly haunt him in his time apart from you.

“Checkmate my ass,” he grits between shaky breaths, your hand stroking his hair as he comes down from his high.

“What a sore loser…” you joke. In fact, you plan to say something more, but you feel too tired for anything.

It didn’t really matter, though. Joel took good care of you. He bathed with you, cleaned up the whole mess and gave you one of his shirts for you to sleep with, eventually going to bed with your very passed out self.

Well, if Ellie didn’t know anything before, she surely will now.

jo has my heart

favorite crime

❦ pairings: jo march x fem!reader

❦ warnings: SMUT (fingering, kinda edging, dom!reader & sub!jo), kinda angst, argument, reader's internalized homophobia (i think????), making out, swearing

❦ summary: jo march doesn't want to be only your best friend.

❦ word count: 1,4k

❦ a/n: not my gif. don't read this if you're uncomfortable.

you sighed at the feeling of your body hitting the matress of jo's bed. you were exhausted from all the dancing on meg's wedding so words couldn't describe how happy you were to finally be able to relax. well, almost relax.

jo was upset and you couldn't put a finger on why was that. she seemed to be so cheerful earlier this day, dancing and talking to people she had never met before. the last time you saw her before leaving to march's house was when she was leaving somewhere with theodore laurence. after like a half an hour later she returned. from that moment, you were convinced that something was bothering her. you swore that if that laurence guy did something to jo, which she didn't like, he will lose the ability of having children. and you'd be the cause of it.

"what happened, jo?" you asked for the milionth time that evening, now determined that if she responded with 'nothing', you wouldn't let her be.

"i already told you, y/n. it's–"

"stop it, josephine," you cut her off with an angry tone before she could finish the sentence you didn't take as an answer. "something clearly made you upset and i would like to know what is it. you're my best friend and i care about you."

jo scoffed at the word 'best friend', but you brushed it off.

"teddy and i had a fight," she finally answered, placing her head on your lap and you raised your eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. but she didn't.

"do you want me to punch him?" you joked, running your hand through her blonde locks you loved so much.

"no," jo shook her head, laughing. she bit her lip, searching for her next words. "it wasn't his fault, really. i hurt him and now i feel guilty even though i did the right thing."

"what happened?"

your best friend sighed. "well, he told me he loves me and i didn't say it back. if i did, i would be lying and than we would be in a relationship that wouldn't be fair neither for him or me. it may not seem like that to him, but it was the right thing to do and i'm sure he'll understand."

"yeah, don't worry, he will." you nodded. "although i'll admit you surprised me. all this time i thought you were in love with him. like juliet was in love with romeo."

jo closed her eyes in fear of your reaction of what she was about to say. "perhaps," she paused, taking a deap breath. "perhaps juliet doesn't want romeo. maybe juliet wants juliet," she said, looking up at you, waiting for you to get it.

you glanced down at her. a second later, your eyes widened as you shook your head, your lip shaking slightly. "no, jo, no."

"why not?" she questioned, lifting her head from your lap, giving you the opportunity to stood up.

and you did. your face was now in your hands as you paced around her room. "you wouldn't understand."

"you don't know that," she spoke and stood up from her bed.

"this whole time i thought you do not have any romantic feelings towards me and i was more than glad for that. but now i know you love me, it changes so many things, because when i thought you don't, i knew i had absolutely no chance with you and i was fine with that because my parents would murder me if they found out i love and date a woman. but now i know you love me and i won't be able to stay away from you because– fuck, josephine march, just stop loving me!"

"then stop being so loveable!" she said, her voice rising its volume.

"no! you stop being so poetic and making characters in your stories that obviously resemble me!"

"how can i when you are constantly on my mind even when i write?" she took a step closer to you. "i then end up pointing out your beautiful e/c eyes that i could describe in thousands of words and your h/c hair that i love running my hand through." she gave you that look you now knew what it meant.

"stop looking at me like i'm the only woman in the world." tears were now streaming down your cheeks.

jo grabbed your wrists. "but you are, y/n. you are the only woman — only person that i could ever love."

you pulled out your wrists out of jo's grip. "you don't love me jo. you can't."

"you're right," she paused. "i don't love you. i'm irrevocably and unshamefully in love with you. and i know you love— you are in love with me."

"i am," you said, making the gap between you two smaller. "but the society won't let us be happy. perhaps if i was born as a man, everything would be different."

"if you were a man, i wouldn't have any attraction towards you."

"right," you laughed, wiping your tears.

suddenly, jo's forehead was touching yours. you could feel her hot breath against your face.

"kiss me," you blurted out, making her smile. jo leaned and pressed her her lips against yours. the kiss felt so right and good as if your lips were made for each other.

your mouth not leaving hers, you were walking forward towards the bed, pushing jo on the mattres when the back of jo's legs reached it.

jo smirked at you and fell on the bed, she placed her hands under her head as you straddled her, your legs on each side of her hips.

you were feeling quite dominantly at the moment, so you placed your palms on hers, interwining your fingers with her.

you kissed her one more time on lips before making your way with yours to her jawline and then neck, making her sigh in pleasure.

"you're making me to have unholy thoughts about you, miss y/l/n." jo arched her back when you reached her shoulder with your lips.

you smiled at her confession and lifted your head from the crook of her neck where you made a hickey. "did you think about me a lot?" you asked with a smirk as your hand travelled between her legs, stroking her thighs. her breath hitched and you chuckled, watching her in amusement. "answer me, love."

"yes, i- i did. . ." even when the light wasn't the best, you could see blush appearing on her cheeks.

you smiled, your hand now being very closely to her pussy that you could feel warmness radiating for it.

jo bucked her hips into your hand when your thumb began to make circles on your clit, your other two fingers teasing her wet entrance.

without a warning, you pushed your fingers inside of her, making her groan loudly. jo put her hand on her mouth to muffle her moans of pleasure but you slapped her thigh, causing her to whine.

"i need to hear you, josephine. don't try to hold your pretty moans back," you ordered her and she nodded quickly.

you moved your fingers out and inside of her quickly, the soft pad of your thumb rubbing her clit gently.

jo looked beautiful as always. her hair was wildly spreaded across her bed, her were eyes shut tightly from the pleasure you were causing to her as her mouth was wide open, groans escaping it.

her walls were pulsing around your finger, squeezing it tightly for dear life, signalizing she was close to her high.

"i'm gonna-"

"no," you said harshly. "hold it."

jo whined at your words. "i can't," she cried out, the bedsheets in her fists.

"yes, you can."

moments later, you felt as if the edging was already enough, considering the fact that jo was now a crying mess, that was begging you to let her cum.

"let go," you said softly as her thighs shook. as much as you loved hearing her how much you make her feel good, you covered her mouth with your hand, quieting her moans.

after she calmed down and caught her breath, you lied down beside her and sucked your fingers which were full of jo's juices.

jo chuckled at you breathlessly, lying her head on your chest as you ran your hand through her hair.

what an amazing night that was.

Have A Good Night

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Every week like clockwork, the same devastatingly handsome man comes into the grocery store where you work to buy flowers. It's not until he asks you out when you realize the flowers aren't for his wife or girlfriend.

Warnings: no outbreak AU, language, flirting, alcohol and food consumption, smut (18+ MDNI), protected piv sex, size kink, shy!joel, fluff, mutual pining, cringy/embarrassing crush interactions

WC: 7.9K

Written for @morallyinept's Flora & Fauna Challenge (masterlist here)

dividers by the one and only @saradika-graphics

It was never roses that he bought. That should have been your first clue.

Every Friday he came through your checkout lane with a beautiful flower arrangement. Sometimes it was lilies, sometimes it was daffodils, but never roses.

He hardly spared you a glance when he slid his card through the machine. Occasionally he would comment about the weather or how busy the store was, but he rarely ever made eye contact.

It wasn't unusual and it didn't offend you. Most customers had other things on their minds and they preferred to get in and out of the store as quickly as possible. But this particular customer, the one with dark hair and eyes, broad shoulders and patchy beard always caught your eye. It was the best part of your week. You never had the nerve to say anything to him, but your friend Andy noticed the way you always got nervous when you saw him standing in line, how your demeanor shifted and your hands shook just a little bit.

He's not wearing a ring, Andy pointed out one day as you counted your drawer. You rolled your eyes.

That doesn't mean anything, you replied. Why else would he be buying flowers?

Then one day, as you scanned your handsome stranger's flowers, you noticed a few of the daisies were wilting.

"Do you want to pick out a different bouquet?" you had mustered up the courage to ask. The store was quiet, no one was lined up behind him. There was a big football game that night and it kept most people at home.

His eyes snapped up to yours and he froze like a deer in the headlights. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer while trying to think if you said something stupid to warrant such a delayed reaction. "A few of these flowers are already dying. See?" You tilted the bouquet in his direction so he could see the flowers with the petals that were turning brown.

"Oh," he finally said, then nodded his head. "Y-yeah, thanks. D'you mind if I just-" he jutted his thumb over his shoulder.

"It's no big deal, I'll wait."

He gave you a crooked grin and disappeared back into the store. The florist department wasn't far from the registers but it was enough time for Andy to lock eyes with you from customer service and give you a look. You rolled your eyes at him and turned back around just as the hot flower guy was returning with a new selection.

"Thanks," he said again once you handed him his receipt. He didn't make a move to leave.

"Don't mention it," you replied, feeling Andy's stupid grin burning into the back of your head the longer hot flower guy stood there.

"Have you worked here long?" he asked after a brief silence that was bordering on uncomfortable. You blinked, taken aback at the random question and tried to ignore your heart fluttering excitedly in your chest.

"Um, just over four years," you replied. His beautiful dark eyes drifted over your face as he nodded and swallowed before looking back down at his flowers.

"You work most Fridays?"

You could feel your cheeks warming up and you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. How can someone be embarrassed for being embarrassed? Jesus, you were such a mess.

"Yep," you said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and praying he didn't notice how flushed you were.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted his weight. If you weren't so absorbed in your own uneasiness you might have noticed he was acting just as uncomfortable as you.

When he opened his mouth to say something else, a middle aged woman pushed her cart up behind him and began to unload her groceries onto the belt. He glanced quickly over his shoulder and nervously swiped his palm over his mouth.

"Have a good night," he told you abruptly, and before you had a chance to reply he was halfway to the front door.

The following week was busier and you lost track of time. Typically, as your shift dragged on, you began to anticipate his arrival but on that particular day, you were distracted. Andy ended up having to help out on another register, it was so busy.

"You wanna come out with us tonight?" Andy asked you over his shoulder. He was closing down the extra register while you were finishing up with a young mom who had her hands full wrangling her toddler away from the candy.

"Uh, yeah, sure," you agreed absentmindedly, lifting the last paper bag into the cart. You tapped a key on your register so she could slide her card through the reader and looked over at Andy. "Where are you guys going?"

"Murray's," he replied immediately, his focus still on counting the coins in the drawer. You rolled your eyes and grinned.

"Why am I not surprised?"

It was well known Andy harbored a huge crush on a bartender there and he had been trying to work up the courage for months to ask for her number.

"Thank you, have a good night," you told the young woman, handing over her receipt with a smile. When you glanced up to greet your next customer, you felt your heart skip a beat when you were met with those dark brown eyes you had grown so enamored with.

"It must be later than I thought," you said, without even thinking twice. Surprise passed over his beautiful features as you scanned his flowers and then your nerves finally caught up with you. "I-I mean, you usually come in around the same time every week," you explained hurriedly. Andy was smirking at you from behind hot flower guy's broad shoulder and you made a mental note to punch him later.

"I didn't realize you noticed," he replied after he cleared his throat.

Oh, you idiot. You could tell you made him uncomfortable with your comment and you just prayed he didn't figure out you had been lusting after him all these months with the little observation you made.

"You always pick out the best flower arrangements, it's hard not to," Andy piped up. Relief flooded your veins for the save. Maybe you should rethink that punch. "Must be one lucky girl," he added with a mischievous wink in your direction before picking up the drawer and walking towards the office, leaving just the two of you with Andy's loaded comment hanging heavy in the air.

He took his time pulling his credit card out of his wallet, wracking his brain for something to say. His cheeks dusted with pink the longer he took to formulate a sentence.

"So... Murray's, huh?" he asked, cringing inwardly at the stupid question as he swiped his card.

You blinked, confused at the change in topic until it clicked. "Oh, yeah. He drags a bunch of us out after work sometimes because he's got a thing for a girl who works there." You gave the man behind hot flower guy a smile as he unloaded his groceries on the belt.

Your handsome stranger froze, his hand still holding the receipt midair while the gears turned in his head.

"So, you two aren't-"

"Oh, sorry, excuse me," the customer behind him mumbled when he accidentally bumped into him with his cart.

"Have a good night," you told him with a sweet smile, then quickly turned away, hoping your hair would hide your embarrassment.

"I am not playing darts with her! Don't you remember last time? She almost took my eye out!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" you laughed, shoving Courtney, another co-worker of yours, in the shoulder. There were only five of you that night, Courtney being the only other girl in your group, but you were fine with that. Over the past few years you all bonded over the shared trauma of nasty customers and terrible management to the point where you were like family, and nights where you blew off steam only brought you closer together.

"Anyone need anything? I'm heading up," Andy shouted over the live band.

"Didn't you just get a water a minute ago?" you teased, knowing full well he was looking for an excuse to talk to the bartender.

"What can I say? I'm thirsty," Andy replied with a smirk before pushing his way through the crowd to get to the bar.

"When the hell's he just gonna ask her out? We've been coming here for months," Courtney said, turning away from the bar to look at you. You took a sip from your mixed drink and shrugged.

"Probably for the best. You know if he makes things weird then we'll need to find a new spot to hang out."

She giggled and winced when the band began to sing Journey off-key. "God, these guys are... not it."

"I think it's the owner's way of making us drink more!" James shouted from across the table, the four of you dissolving into laughter. He had a good point because your drink was nearly empty.

"Why didn't you just have Andy get you one?" Courtney asked when you slid down from your barstool.

"If I did, there was, like, a one percent chance he would bring it back to me within the hour," you told her, nodding towards Andy setting up shop against the bar, his eyes trailing after the cute bartender.

It took several minutes but you were finally able to wedge yourself between other patrons and secure a refill of your drink, but when you turned around to walk back to your table you nearly ran right into someone's chest.

"Oh! Sorry, I - " your eyes widened when you tilted your head up to find those familiar brown eyes staring down at you. "It-it's you!" you finally said as the shock began to wear off. He gave you a lopsided grin and nodded.

"Joel," he offered, sticking his hand out. Joel. Joel. Joel. You rolled his name around in your head like a ping pong ball. It suited him.

You took his hand, his long fingers dwarfing yours. "I'm-"

Then he cut you off and said your name and once again, you struggled to keep the shock from your face. "Your nametag," he explained, letting your hand go and gesturing towards his own chest where a nametag would sit. "I remember."

"Yeah," you said breathlessly with a smile. You glanced around the room while people shoved past you to get to the bar. "What are you doing here?"

His smile faltered a bit and he rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't live too far. Had the night to myself so I came out with my brother. He's over there," Joel pointed to the opposite corner of the bar but it was impossible to see him through all the people.

"Oh, cool," you nodded and took a sip from your glass. His eyes drifted to your lips, getting lost in the way they puckered around the straw. "Do you guys come here a lot?"

He chuckled and dropped his chin shyly to his chest before shaking his head. "No, um," he cleared his throat and looked back up at you. "Was hopin' I would run into you, actually."

"Me?" you squeaked and your heart began to race. He nodded and grinned.

"Yeah. Wondered if maybe you'd-"

A huge, burly man who definitely had too much to drink shouldered past you, accidentally shoving you into Joel's chest. His arms immediately wrapped around your ribs to steady you and somehow you didn't spill anything on his clothes.

"God, I'm sorry," you mumbled, his scent making you dizzy. You always had a register between you. Never before had you been that close, noticing he smelled like he had just gotten out of the shower and it was instantly overwhelming.

"It's alright," he said, his arms still loosely wrapped around your midsection. "But I gotta get this out before I lose my nerve, darlin'."

Darlin'. Your brows furrowed and before you could reply, he spoke. "I wondered if you wanted to go out on a date sometime? Maybe a movie or somethin'? I know you work alotta nights but I -"

"You want to go out with me?" you asked in disbelief. He looked at you like you had two heads.

"'Course I do. Wasn't it obvious?" he could feel the heat creeping up his neck.

"No! I thought... nevermind, it doesn't matter," you told him, a smile pulling across your lips. "Yes, I would love to. God, if you only knew-" you stopped yourself by slapping your hand over your mouth and he quirked a playful eyebrow at you but he was too excited that you agreed to go out with him to ask you to finish your thought. He handed you his phone as you shakily typed in your number, hoping your trembling fingers didn't mess it up before giving it back to him.

"I'm gonna text you tomorrow, set somethin' up, yeah?" he asked and you nodded numbly, your mind reeling as you tried to process everything that was happening. He grinned and slid his phone back into his pocket. "Have a good night," he said, the familiar phrase making you smile before disappearing into the crowd.

"Um, who the hell was that?" Courtney questioned the second you arrived back at your table.

"I need a fucking shot first and then I'll tell you, holy shit," you said, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves with no success. She laughed and got you each tequila shots, then you spent the rest of the night telling her all about Joel the hot flower guy.

The next morning, you paid for your crimes. Your head throbbed and your mouth was dry as sand as you stumbled into your bathroom to scoop water from the faucet, desperately trying to quench your thirst. You weren't normally a huge drinker, but after your run-in with Joel, you were so nervous that you found yourself tossing back a few extra drinks than normal. Fortunately, you didn't work until late afternoon, so after you fumbled around your cupboards for some crackers, you fell back into bed. Your eyes widened when you saw a missed text from an unsaved number an hour ago.

Hey, it's Joel. It was great running into you last night. I was thinking we could go to dinner this week, if you're still up for it. What nights are you free?

"Shit," you muttered, running a hand anxiously through your hair. Now that you were sober, the prospect of seeing hot flower guy outside of work made you inexplicably nervous.

You must have typed out and deleted fifteen responses before going with I would love to! I'm free Sunday, Monday and Wednesday nights. Or we could do something after I get out of work, we close at nine.

Did you sound too desperate? You chewed on your fingernail as you read your sent text over and over, then shrugged and put your phone down. Too late now, anyway.

It took a while to get his response, but to be fair, you didn't reply to him for an hour.

I can make Sunday work.

Sunday? As in, tomorrow?

"Oh, fuck," you groaned, fully not expecting him to set something up so quickly. You needed time to mentally prepare, but of course you agreed, then quickly texted Courtney, begging for her help on what to wear and how to do your hair.

Yay!! We can talk about it at work tonight!

After you ironed out a time and restaurant with Joel, you popped two pain relievers and chugged some water, hoping to get rid of your hangover before work.

"Okay, so where's he taking you?" Courtney asked excitedly as you stocked cereal together.

"This Italian place on Westwood. Here, I looked it up," you said, pulling out your phone and showing her the menu. "Have you been there before? What do I wear?"

She squinted at your screen and shook her head. "I haven't been there but we can figure this out. It doesn't look that fancy, but you should probably wear a dress or skirt."

"Ooo, do you finally have yourself a date?" Andy asked from halfway down the aisle, clearly overhearing part of your conversation. "Hot flower guy is going to be so disappointed."

You laughed and pocketed your phone. "It's with hot flower guy," you said triumphantly. Andy's eyes bugged out of his head, confused, until you and Courtney explained what happened the night before when he was busy staring at the bartender.

"You should have told me last night! So I guess that means he really is single."

You paused and cocked your head to the side, realizing all of the sudden you still didn't know why he bought flowers every Friday.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," you replied, turning your attention back to the cereal. Andy and Courtney exchanged worried glances behind your back.

"I'm sure he's not stupid enough to buy flowers from you for another woman every week and then ask you out," Courtney said, glaring at Andy. He cleared his throat and nodded.

"Y-yeah, I mean, maybe they're for a grave or something."

You both turned to him and gave him an incredulous look.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help," he said, throwing up his hands and walking away. You bit your lip and glanced at Courtney.

"Don't worry about it. There's tons of reasons why guys would buy flowers weekly... maybe he just likes to have fresh flowers in the house. Maybe they're for his mom!"

"Yeah, good point. I bet they're for his mom," you agreed, feeling a little better as you ripped open the next cardboard box full of cereal boxes.

When you woke on Sunday morning, you were already nervous. You could have sworn your heart was slamming in your chest from the moment you opened your eyes, already overthinking your date with Joel.

You spent the afternoon texting Courtney pictures of outfits you hauled out of your closet and tossed on your bed, then decided you needed to try them on for her to get the full effect. You were sitting on your bed, wearing a light blue sundress, the last outfit you had tried on as you gathered your pictures. Your thumb quickly tapped all of the photos of you modeling your options and typed out what one looks the best? then hit send.

As you were unzipping your dress and sliding it down your legs, you heard your phone ping from your bed. You hung up the dress and pulled your sweats back on before reaching for your phone, hesitating when you saw Joel's name pop up. You felt a pit in your stomach, worried that he came to his senses and was asking to cancel, so you sat down on the bed before sliding your thumb over the screen to open his text.

You look great in everything, but I really like the pink one.

Your palms instantly broke out into a sweat and you felt lightheaded.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," you mumbled, scrolling up in your text chain before cursing and throwing yourself into your pillows to scream. In your rush to send your text, you accidentally sent the pictures to Joel instead of Courtney. You waited until you got your bearings and tried to convince yourself it wasn't really that bad, that it definitely could have been worse, before replying.

Ha, sorry. I meant to send those to a friend, but if you like the pink one, then I guess that answers my question

You stared down at your phone, anxiously waiting for his answer, which didn't take very long at all.

You could wear a paper sack and you would still look beautiful.

The grin that stretched across your face was massive. He was probably just sweet talking you and trying to make you feel better about making such a stupid mistake, but damn, it worked.

Looking forward to tonight :) you said in response, then bit your lip and flung yourself backwards on your bed. Your eyes drifted to the light pink dress hanging in your closet and you smiled.

As it turned out, the Italian restaurant was owned by Joel's brother, Tommy. You met the younger man at the host stand when you walked in the door. He had a huge grin plastered across his face and although you were an only child, you could still tell when someone was itching to tease their sibling. Tommy's eyes flickered back and forth between you and Joel, silently communicating with his brother as you introduced yourself. You managed to catch Joel shooting Tommy a warning glare before nervously resting his hand on your lower back and guiding you through the restaurant to an empty booth in the back.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" Joel asked, his dark eyes sparkling even under the dim mood lighting. You giggled and shyly looked down at your lap.

"A couple times."

Joel smiled warmly and leaned forward, his eyes trailing over the soft curves of your jaw and the way your plush lips stretched when he made you smile.

Before the food arrived, you learned a little more about him. He worked in construction, doing mostly residential but some commercial property work. He was trying to go into business for himself, which he told you was difficult but he already had years of experience and contacts in the area. He preferred to do most jobs himself or with as little help as possible because he only trusted his own work, but sometimes he did hire Tommy for a job to help his brother earn extra money.

"And in return, he lets me eat here for free," Joel finished, wiping the small smudge of red sauce from the corner of his mouth.

"That sounds like a win-win," you joked, and Joel chuckled.

"Tell me 'bout yourself. You said you been workin' at the store for four years?"

"Yeah," you nodded, pushing your empty plate to the side. "It's just meant to be temporary. I'm going to community college three days a week. Trying to get my degree so I can get a job with normal hours."

Joel hummed and leaned back in the booth. "What'dya wanna do?"

You shrugged. "I'm not sure, really. Hoping I figure that out as I go. I just know being a cashier for the rest of my life isn't for me, you know?"

"Yeah, sure," he agreed. "I could ask 'round if you want. Maybe some place is hirin' a receptionist or somethin'?"

"Oh, it's okay," you waved him off with a smile. "I appreciate it, though."

Afterwards, he took you for ice cream. You sat together outside the ice cream stand on a bench. The temperature outside was perfect and the place was mobbed. Kids ran around playing tag while other families gathered around picnic tables, laughing and telling each other about their days while you tried not to stare at Joel licking his ice cream and fantasizing about what that would look like between your legs.

"I wouldn't've pegged you for a strawberry girl," he said, nodding towards your rapidly melting ice cream.

"It reminds me of when I was a kid. My grandma liked to take me out for ice cream when she babysat me and strawberry was her favorite."

He smiled, listening to you talk about your family, getting a brief glimpse into your life, leaving him wanting more.

You thought everything was going so well. The date went perfectly. There wasn't as much awkwardness as you originally thought there would be and Joel was very easy to talk to. So when he dropped you off at your door and you invited him inside, you were surprised and somewhat hurt when he declined after a quick glance at his watch. He only kissed your cheek before telling you have a good night and backing out of your driveway, leaving you confused and a little self-conscious.

"He's probably just a gentleman," Courtney assured you the following day, "wants to take things slow and all that."

And you agreed. Once you had time to process everything, that seemed like exactly what it was, and you began to feel better.

But then Joel took you on a second date, and then a third, and he still hadn't tried to kiss you or make a move whatsoever.

"Maybe he's just rusty," Courtney offered after the fourth date and still finding yourself being shot down. "He wouldn't keep going out with you if he didn't like you."

Once again, Courtney made sense and you agreed he just liked to take things slower than you were used to.

But on your fifth date, where he took you to a baseball game, you misjudged the size of the beers they sold and you found yourself tipsier than you expected. Joel seemed really into the game but turned his focus on you whenever you searched for it, which, as the night wore on and the alcohol buzzed in your veins, became more and more frequent. You would ask him questions about how the game was played, even though your father watched baseball your whole life, just so you could listen to him talk. You looped your arm through his when the game was over and you both shuffled out of the stadium with a whole herd of drunk fans, back out into the parking lot. You tightly held onto his bicep, the feeling of his muscles under you fingertips more intoxicating than the beer, as he escorted you to his truck.

On the drive back to your place, you could feel your confidence building. Maybe he's just shy and doesn't know how to make a move. Maybe he just needs a clearer sign. Maybe he's waiting for you to make a move.

So, when he walked you to your door and he leaned in to kiss your cheek, you turned your face at the last second and locked your lips with his.

You could feel his surprise when your lips met. He froze and stopped breathing as he tried to figure out what to do, so you decided to make things easier for him and draped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and massaging your lips over his, urging him to reciprocate.

And finally, his hands flew up to your waist and tugged you against him. His mouth began to move and he crowded you up against your door. When your back made contact with the wood and his large palms squeezed gently at your hips, you moaned into his mouth. You had been dying for this for weeks and you would be damned it you were going to let it stop too soon.

Without even asking this time, you reached behind you and fumbled with your doorknob, twisting it blindly without breaking the kiss so you could both stumble inside. He kicked the door shut behind him, tongue licking at the seam of your lips while he brought one of his hands up to cup the back of your head. You granted him access, parting your lips and tangling your tongues together as he continued to walk you backwards. He opened his eyes and glanced around the dark living room quickly before pulling away and whispering one word: bedroom?

The way he said it made your knees weak and your heart flutter excitedly in your chest. You pulled him down for one more kiss before grabbing his hand and practically dragging him down the hall. About halfway to your room, his lips latched onto the crook of your neck and you slowed down, closing your eyes and twisting around in his arms so you could kiss him again. He pinned you against the wall with a groan, his thumb and forefinger clutching your jaw, prying it open so he could devour you. You hooked one leg over his hips and he let go of your jaw so he could grab the backs of your thighs and haul you off the ground.

You tugged at his hair impatiently, then gasped when he ground himself against your core, your body jolting in his arms and knocking a canvas print off the wall.

"Shit," he muttered, barely sparing the picture a glance before peeling you off the wall and carrying you towards your bedroom with your ankles hooked together at his lower back. You giggled against his mouth then squealed when he tossed you onto your bed. His hands glided underneath your dress and up your legs, slipping his fingers around the the waistband of your panties and tugging them down, pausing once he got to your knees. He blinked a few times like he was snapping out of a stupor and glanced up at you.

"Is this okay?"

"God, yes," you said, reaching behind you to tug at your zipper. You tried to shrug off your dress but his lips found yours and you quickly got distracted. You nibbled at his bottom lip while simultaneously tugging at the hem of his shirt, pushing it up over his soft stomach and stopping at his broad shoulders. He broke away just long enough to lean back and toss the shirt over his head and he was back on top of you before you could even drink him in.

You dragged your mouth over his chin, biting and nipping as you went. He groaned as you left open mouthed kisses across his jaw, his prickly beard tickling your tongue. "My dress," you whispered against his cheek before mouthing at the skin there, "take it off."

His palms slid over your shoulders, pushing the straps of your dress down while you wiggled a bit, helping move the fabric down your body. You arched your back so he could pull your dress all the way off, his breath getting caught in this throat when your nipples brushed against his bare chest.

He couldn't resist. When your dress was discarded on the floor, he sat back between your legs to admire your naked body, completely transfixed. Too much time had passed without him saying anything and you grew self-conscious, so you slowly began to cross your arms over your chest, but he stopped you.

"No," he rasped with a shake of his head. "You're so beautiful, just wanna look at you another minute."

Your cheeks flared with heat but you dropped your hands and gazed up at him, watching his eyes flicker excitedly over your body, memorizing every curve and freckle he could find. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a twitch in his pants and you glanced down at the outline of his cock through his jeans. You bit your lip and he followed your gaze, palming his erection briefly before undoing his pants.

"Oh," you whispered to yourself when you saw his cock spring free. He wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and glanced up at you as he crawled back up the mattress on his knees. "You're big," you added, unable to look away. He blushed but didn't reply. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed you, this time slower. You shuddered in anticipation when you felt the tip of his leaking cock brush against your pussy and he froze.

"Shit, wait," he grumbled, sitting back on his heels before reaching for his wallet, which was still stuffed inside his jeans. You figured out the problem and leaned over to your nightstand, fishing around in the drawer until you found a condom and held it out for him. He looked relieved when he saw the little foil square and tossed his wallet back onto the ground before ripping open the condom and rolling it on.

"Sorry. It's... been a while. Wasn't exactly prepared," he explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. The endearing confession just made you want him even more.

"It's okay, come here," you murmured, reaching your arms out for him. He grinned and fell down onto his elbows, kissing you slow and deep. When you felt him rest his tip at your entrance, you tensed up.

"Relax," he whispered in your ear. You slid your eyes shut and snaked your arms around his shoulders, gasping sharply when he pressed forward. When he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that made you dizzy.

"Oh, fuck, Joel," you whimpered when he bottomed out, your body stretching around his girth, the sting setting your nerves on fire.

He groaned against your neck and began to rock his hips steadily, making sure to not go too fast. He could tell you were still getting adjusted but it had just been so fucking long and he liked you so much, it was difficult to hold back. He could feel the sweat collecting between his shoulder blades as he focused all his energy on going slow, and when he felt your thighs relax around his waist and your back arch underneath him, he sighed with relief.

"More," you moaned, pressing your body against his, trying to get as close as possible. He growled and dipped his mouth down to capture one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, releasing it with a wet pop and reveling in the sweet noises you made for him.

He wanted to tell you everything. He wanted to tell you how much he thought about you, how long he wanted to ask you out, how he wanted to know everything about you, how nervous you made him with just a simple glance. But he didn't say any of that. It had been so long since he had gone on a date that he wasn't even sure what women liked anymore. So he remained silent, focusing on not coming too soon while paying close attention to your cues, memorizing what you liked based on the breathy whines in his ear and the way your fingers clutched frantically at his hair. You, however, took his silence to mean he wasn't enjoying himself and you really, really didn't want that, so you pushed gently on his shoulder, drawing his attention.

"Let's switch," you murmured, and he gave you a quizzical look. "Why don't you lay back and let me do some of the work?" you explained, nipping playfully at his jaw.

When his head settled into your pillows, watching with heavy lidded eyes as you straddled him before catching his gaze and slowly sinking down, taking every inch of his cock with a low moan, he thought for sure it would be the death of him. You looked so beautiful all spread out and full of him that he had to squeeze his eyes shut so he wouldn't come just looking at you.

Then you started riding him and his eyes flew open, his chest heaving as he watched your tits bounce and your head tip back in ecstasy and he knew he was done for.

"Wait," he rasped, grabbing your waist and stilling your hips. You stopped, swollen lips parted as you panted for air and looked down at him.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothin'," he stammered, taking a few deep breaths in before chuckling. "I'm just... I need a minute, is all."

You could see the red beginning to stain his cheeks and the look of embarrassment flicker across his face, melting your heart. Leaning down, you cupped his jaw and kissed him tenderly.

"Is that why you've been so quiet?" you asked softly, leaning back so you could look into his eyes but still holding his cheek in the palm of your hand. He nodded, his fingers gently wrapping around your wrist.

"I'm sorry. I haven't been with anyone in years and I've been tryin' to take things slow with you but I think all the buildup just made it worse." You grinned and took his other hand.

"Don't be sorry. I think it's hot," you whispered, pulling his free hand down between your bodies. He splayed his hand out across your lower abdomen and you took his thumb between your fingers, pulling it down so it made direct contact with your clit. You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt the pressure and a slow smile spread across his face when he realized what you were doing.

"Yeah? Why's it hot?" he asked, drawing slow circles over your clit and watching your jaw fall open and your eyes flutter shut. Both your hands dropped to his chest, holding yourself up.

"Because," you began, then bit your lip and moaned when he picked up the pace. "Because it's l-like you c-can't control yourself. Like y-you need me so badly, you can't hold back." You knew it sounded pathetic but you didn't care. His touch was intoxicating and you needed more.

"I can't," he admitted, his eyes glued to your face, taking pride in how good he made you feel. "I can't control myself. Wanted you for so long. Been thinkin' about this for months."

You gasped and your eyes snapped open, locking onto his. "Me, too. I never thought, shit, never thought you noticed me."

"Are you kiddin' me? I noticed you the first day." Now that the truth was out there, the words wouldn't stop coming. "You were wearin' a yellow shirt and I saw these perfect fuckin' tits when you bent over. Went home that night and-"

He stopped himself, wondering if he was going too far, but you dug your fingers into his chest and urged him to continue, desperately gasping for air as his thumb applied more pressure.

"Say it," you whispered. His cock pulsed angrily inside you, begging for release.

"Went home and fucked my fist thinkin' 'bout you."

You groaned loudly and leaned back, grabbing your breasts and playing with your nipples. "Fuck, I'm close, Joel."

"Yeah? Can you ride me, baby? Wanna come with you," he begged, his voice strained. Immediately, you resumed bouncing on his cock, letting go of your tits so you could brace yourself on his chest once again.

He watched in awe as you gasped and squeezed your eyes shut, stilling for just a moment, pulsing around his length as you came, his name and curses tumbling from your lips.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

He grabbed your hips with both hands and slammed up into you, grunting louder and louder each time. And it didn't take long. You had barely recovered from your own orgasm before he groaned, his eyes trained on where you were connected, thrusting as deep as he could go while his cock throbbed inside you.

"Fuck," he whispered, his head falling back limply onto your pillow. You slumped forward and buried your face against his neck, each of you trying to regulate your breathing.

"That was..." you began, trailing off when you realized your brain was still a pile of mush.

"Better than I ever imagined," Joel finished for you, wrapping his arms around your ribs.

Regrettably, he eventually pulled out, making you both wince. You rolled over onto your back and watched as he made his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. If you had any energy left, you might have shot off a quick text to Courtney, but you were barely coherent by the time he slipped back into your bed.

You didn't even need to ask if he was staying the night. He pulled you into his arms, his chest pressed up against your back when you fell asleep, completely at ease.

It could have been the beer or the sex, but you didn't hear his phone go off in the middle of the night. You didn't feel him slip his arm out from under you so he could answer the call in your living room, and you definitely didn't hear him quickly dress and leave.

It was finally Friday and you were moments away from calling off from work. The thought of facing him again made your stomach roll and your head swim.

You hadn't heard from Joel since he left in the middle of the night after you slept together, days ago. You foolishly texted and called him multiple times, but he never answered. Eventually, you got the message.

Countless hours were spent crying, then more were spent stalking around your place angrily, and a mixture of the two happened at work when either Courtney or Andy asked you about hot flower guy.

They eventually learned not to ask.

As badly as you wanted to call off, you dragged yourself into work. Andy offered to take over the registers so you could hide in the aisles stocking shelves during the hour Joel typically showed up, and you shamefully took him up on it. But when it was close to closing time and you made your way back to the front, Andy shrugged his shoulders.

"He never came."

You had a moment where you worried that something happened to him and you considered texting him just one more time, but when you got into your car that night and opened your text chain to a long list of unanswered texts, you changed your mind.

However, the next morning you awoke to a handful of texts from Joel. At first, your heart raced in your chest, but then your anger crept up and you had half a mind to just delete them. After you had some coffee and a chance to think clearly, your curiosity won and you opened the texts.

I'm so sorry

Something came up

Can you call me back?

Please let me explain

Your fingers hovered over your screen as you debated on what to say. Then you decided to leave the messages unanswered. At least for a little while. If he left you hanging for almost a week, he could wait a few hours, right?

What you didn't expect, however, was for him to show up at the store on a Saturday. He only ever came on Friday evenings. You were cashing out a customer, zoning out a bit, grateful for the distraction. When you reached for the receipt, your eyes locked with his and your pulse began to race. He was holding a bouquet of white roses and looking at you with a guilty expression. Your fingers froze around the paper momentarily until the little old lady in front of him cleared her throat and you blinked, snapping out of it and handing her the receipt with an apologetic smile.

"Hey," he said, but you kept your gaze trained down at the scanner.

"Hi."

Your hands shook as you scanned his flowers, doing your best to get the interaction over with as quickly as possible. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Andy at customer service notice Joel in line, watching from a distance in case you needed rescuing.

"You didn't respond to my texts," he said quietly. You shrugged.

"I've been busy," was all you said, tapping the button on the register for credit.

After he paid, you handed him his receipt and forced yourself to look at him. You could see in his eyes he looked exhausted and run down and despite how upset you were, you felt bad. But you felt even worse after he pocketed the receipt and handed you the flowers.

"They're for you."

"Oh," you said, surprised, as you looked down at the roses. "T-thank you."

Joel looked over his shoulder when a young couple began to unload their groceries on the belt. You panicked, not sure what to do or say, and then you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Why don't you take your break?" Andy offered, "I'll cover."

You gave him a shaky smile, both of you knowing full well you already had your break. "Yeah, okay." Glancing over at Joel, you tilted your head towards the front door and he nodded.

"I'm so sorry I left without sayin' anythin'," he began when you sat down together on a bench outside the store. "There was an emergency and I had to go."

"You could have texted me or left a note," you said sadly, looking down at the flowers clutched in your hands.

"I know, and I was gonna, but my damn phone died and I was in the hospital for days. I was outta town, couldn't leave, I even wore the same clothes the whole time," he rubbed his face and sighed. "And once we got back home, I wanted to explain in person what happened."

"We?" you questioned. He dropped his chin to his chest and nodded solemnly.

"I have a daughter," he confessed, and your jaw dropped in surprise.

"W-what?" you whispered softly, "why didn't you tell me, Joel?"

His eyebrows pinched together, still avoiding your gaze.

"I don't know. In the past, women haven't exactly been thrilled findin' out I come with baggage and I guess I was bein' selfish." He finally looked up and you could see the pain behind his eyes. "I was tryin' to find the right way to tell you but I was so scared of losin' you."

You shook your head in disbelief. "It doesn't bother me at all that you have a daughter, Joel," you told him, "it bothers me that you lied."

He inched forward on the bench and put his hand on your knee. "I know. I'm so sorry. It was stupid. If you gimme another chance, I promise I'll never lie to you again."

Your chest tightened and you had to look away. He was so sincere, you could feel your resolve crumbling. After a moment, you dragged your eyes back up to him and you could swear he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Is she okay?"

He blinked rapidly for a moment, surprised by your question, then nodded.

"Yeah. She's okay now. She had appendicitis. She was with her mom last week. She lives an hour outside Austin and I just went right there from your place. Scared the shit outta me," he finished with a dry chuckle. Then something clicked.

"Your daughter..."

"Sarah."

"Sarah," you repeated. "The flowers you bought every week. Were they for her?"

He smiled shyly and nodded. "Yeah. She gets nervous goin' to her mom's still. The situation is a little rocky so I always get her flowers. Whether she's goin' there or comin' back. They make her smile," he said with a little shrug, and your heart melted.

"That's... that's really sweet," you said, looking down once again at the roses he bought you. He watched you closely for a moment then sat back on the bench, scratching his chin and trying to read your mind. Everything was out in the open now. He should have listened to Tommy and just told you the truth from the first date, but he couldn't remember the last time he ever felt so strongly about someone else before.

Just when he was about to leave, wanting to give you your space to think things over, you spoke again.

"So when are you free next?"

Joel exhaled in relief, then laughed. "Tomorrow?"

You bit your lip and nodded, then leaned forward and cupped his jaw, giving him a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"It's a date," you whispered before standing up. He watched you from the bench as you walked towards the front doors. At the last moment you turned around, the white roses clutched against your chest, and called out, "have a good night."

He grinned.

"Have a good night."

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.

IM SORRY WHAT- THE END IS SO FUNNY PLZ

Flustered | Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader

a/n: y’all have heard of having a crush on your best friend’s mum but what about having a crush on your mum’s best friend? wanda and vision are divorced in this bc i can’t deal w cheating 🤧

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requested by anon: “soft mommy!wanda smut with her being your mothers (nats) best friend??? 👀”

warnings: alcohol. smut - mommy kink, strap-on, praise, fingering/oral (r receiving), light overstimulation, kinda dubcon bc wanda used her powers

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You had always been flustered around Wanda.

She was stunningly beautiful and so ethereal that how could anyone not stare at her out of awe?

She’d even caught you lingering over her once or twice though she just simply smiled in response, believing that you’d been staring out of adoration or something along the like; whilst you were forced to tear your eyes away in mortification. Practically bolting out of the room you were both in lest she see your cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment.

Besides, it was an unrequited crush. There wasn’t any way that she liked you like that nor would she assume that you liked her in that manner either.

After all, she was your mother’s best friend.

You were currently sat in your room reading a book, trying to distract yourself from the fact that your mother had invited Wanda over for dinner.

You could barely keep your emotions in check around the redhead; it was a wonder she hadn’t grown suspicious of your wariness to be around her.

You were disturbed by a faint knock at your door and with a soft ‘come in’, your Mum entered your room with a smile.

“Hey, honey. Dinner’s ready. Do you mind making some of your brownies later for dessert?”

“Sure thing, Mum. I’ll be right down.” You said, returning her smile.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

Natasha closed the door, once again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Okay, breathe. It’s fine. It’s just a small crush. You’ll get over it. Breathe.

You murmured to yourself as if saying the words aloud would make them a reality.

Clearing your throat, you left your bedroom and descended down the stairs to greet Wanda.

She looked up from the foot of the stairs and beamed at you, “Hi, honey. How are you?”

Even just the gentle tone of her voice and the endearment term had you feeling warm. Exchanging pleasantries as you walked, you then all sat down at the dinner table.

You barely spoke as you ate your meal, instead, you were daydreaming about the redhead sitting opposite you. It was risky, you knew. After all, she did have the ability to read minds but you seemed to forget about that as she fell into easy conversation with Natasha.

As you pushed your broccoli around your plate with your fork, you suddenly felt a jolt on your skin that made you drop the cutlery. The clattering of the metal against the plate breaking your Mum’s and Wanda’s current conversation about how Sam and Bucky were training with Steve’s old shield.

“Honey, are you alright?” Natasha looked over at you, concerned at the abrupt action.

“Yeah, um, sorry. It just slipped out my hand.” You said, lying easily through your teeth.

That seemed to be enough for your mother as she continued her previously interrupted conversation with Wanda.

You mentally shook your head, not wanting to embarrass yourself further and took a sip from your glass of water when you felt a warm tingle between your thighs.

Quickly swallowing the liquid in your mouth - to stop yourself from choking on it - you furrowed your brows at the feeling.

It was a familiar feeling but also kind of different. Often something that you felt when you were horny and playing with yourself. But you certainly weren’t doing that right now so what on Earth was going on with you?

The sensation travelled further up your thighs, directly between your legs where your growing sensitive nub was. You felt pressure being applied to your clit forcing you to fight back a moan from slipping past your lips.

You reached for your glass and took another swig of the drink in an attempt to maintain some sense of control and occupy your mind with something other than the sensation.

But when something, that could only be described as phantom-like, brushed up against your folds, teasing your entrance, you pushed your chair back and stood up abruptly.

“I’m gonna get started on the brownies.” You stated when Wanda and Natasha both looked at you with their brows raised.

“Okay, sweetie.” Your Mum replied as you gathered the plates and took them to the kitchen.

Placing them in the sink, you ran water over them as you watched the remnants wash away down the drain. Switching off the running tap, you then braced yourself on the countertop.

“What the fuck was that?” You whispered to yourself, steadying your breathing.

If only you had looked up to face Wanda. You would have seen her eyes grow a faint hue; small red tendrils swirling around her fingers.

Mixing the ingredients in the plastic bowl, you placed it on the table and dipped a spoon in the brownie mixture to taste it.

Licking your lips, you decided it needed some more sugar so you walked to the cupboard and reached up to grab the sweetener.

Your hand roamed aimlessly in the open door as you stood on your tiptoes to try to pick up the ingredient.

You stilled when you felt a pair of hands enclose on your hips.

“Here. Let me get that for you, honey.”

A shiver ran deliciously down your spine as the person behind you spoke. There was no need to turn around. You knew who the voice belonged to.

Wanda gently moved you but not before you grazed up against her and felt something hard against the small of your back.

Oh god, she was packing.

Your legs threatened to shake beneath you as you grabbed onto the marble island in an attempt to steady yourself.

Wanda turned around to face you, handing the sugar to you with a smile on her face, appearing to have been unaware of what you’d just realised.

“T-Thanks.” You took the sugar from her hand and generously measured it out before stirring it into your brownie mixture.

You were painfully aware that Wanda was still standing there, watching you as her lips tugged into a smirk.

Wanda walked up beside you, leaning against the counter before dipping two of her fingers into the mix.

Your mouth went dry as she placed them in her mouth and licked them clean. The action making you wet as you imagined her doing that under very different circumstances.

“Wanda, I’ve found the wine. You coming?”

Both of your heads turned to the door that led to the living room.

You were hot all over, a combination of arousal and embarrassment - feeling as though you’d been caught by your mother whilst doing something sinful when the act itself was not.

“Coming.” Wanda replied. She then glanced back over at you.

“I can’t wait to have a taste.” She said sultrily, licking her lips.

Your mouth fell open as you were unable to hide your shocked expression, “w-what?”

“Of the brownies, baby. Why? What did you think I meant?”

Wanda said sweetly, her brow raised in amusement and she continued to smirk at you, remaining unabashed at how flustered you were right now.

“Oh, I-um, I didn’t-”

You silently cursed yourself as you continued to fumble over your words, not able to form even one coherent sentence under her watchful gaze.

“I’m just pulling your leg, baby. I’m gonna go join your mother now.”

She finished on a cheery tone and when you saw her figure disappear from the door frame, you slumped against the kitchen drawers.

She’d called you ‘baby’ twice and yet, didn’t seem to realise how flushed the pet name made you.

Shaking your head, you willed yourself to get a grip on your feelings and to continue making the chocolate dessert.

Stop reading into things.

She doesn’t like you like that.

She’s just being kind.

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Over the next few weeks, you felt yourself slowly being driven insane with how much you were lusting after Wanda.

She seemed to be over at your house much more often than before and each time, she unwittingly left you aroused and flushed. Though she appeared to have no indication of the effect she had on you.

Well, that was until you’d turned up drunk at her house late one night.

You’d been out partying with some of your friends from university and when you realised you’d had too much to drink, you had decided to head to Wanda’s house - she only lived a 10 minute walk away from where the party took place - and crash there for the night.

You rapped your knuckles on the wooden frame and greeted Wanda with a bright beam, your words slightly slurring.

“Hey, Wanda. Mind if I stay here tonight? I don’t wanna drive and Mum’s outta town.”

“Sure thing.” Wanda hurried you inside as she returned your smile.

She led you into the kitchen where she began fixing you a plate of things to eat.

“It’s some leftovers from what I made the twins last night.”

“Oh god, are they here? I’m so sorry.” You said quickly, worrying that your loud demeanour would wake them up.

“No, no. Vision has them for the weekend. Come on, baby, you need to eat to soak up some of that alcohol.”

Wanda picked up some of the food with a fork she’d gotten from the drawer and gently held onto your chin until you opened it so she could put the food in.

Scraping your teeth against the metal to pull the food off, you closed your mouth and chewed.

“Good girl.” Wanda murmured softly, her hand that previously held your chin now dropping to rest comfortably on your arm as you continued to eat.

With your inhibitions lowered, you found it increasingly difficult to maintain a calm exterior around the redhead, and soon found yourself blushing at the praise.

Something that did not go unnoticed by Wanda.

When she was happy that you’d eaten enough, she took your hand and led you to one of her guest rooms.

Using her magic, she pulled some fresh linen from the closet and quickly worked to make up the bed. Then she left you alone for a few moments before coming back with a large t-shirt.

When she came back into the room, you’d just finished texting your mum to let her know that you were staying at Wanda’s and that you’d call her tomorrow.

“Here.”

Placing your phone on the table, you stood up from where you were sitting on the bed and walked up to Wanda.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.” Wanda interrupted, “What’s wrong, baby?”

She asked when you continued to stand there, clean clothes in your hand.

“Sorry, I’m still kinda tipsy. Do you mind helping me take this dress off? I-I can’t reach the zip.”

You turned around, your back facing the redhead, hoping to get her help.

You weren’t trying to be flirtatious or push any boundaries but you couldn’t help it. Your inebriated state had seemed to lower what little control you had left.

All that could be heard in the room was the faint unzipping of the metal down your outfit. But you could practically hear the pounding of your heart in your ears as they burned red at how intimate the two of you were getting without having actually done anything.

Slipping out of the dress, you whispered a soft “thank you,” and pulled the t-shirt over your head and down your waist.

You resisted the urge to tug the shirt to your nose as the smell of Wanda’s clothes threatened to overwhelm you.

You wearing her clothes made you all warm and fuzzy inside; as if she was claiming you, marking you with this one piece of clothing.

Finally, you turned back around to face Wanda who silently stood there, the bright moonlight shining through the window, lighting up part of her face, allowing you to see how her eyes were black with lust but speckled with a red glow.

You swallowed hardly, as if now aware of the fact that you had just brazenly bared your practically naked body to her.

“Thank you for the clothes, Wanda.” You murmured, after gathering enough courage to speak.

Though, whatever steadiness you had been able to muster in your voice was surely eradicated at Wanda’s next words.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

Wanda corrected you, her hand raising up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your mouth went dry as you simply nodded, “Thank you for the clothes, Mommy.”

The moment those words left your mouth, a growl rumbled from Wanda’s throat and that was the only warning you had before her lips were on yours.

The kiss was passionate but short-lived. She’d pulled away to guide you backwards, the back of your knees hitting the bed behind you. She carefully laid you down, the soft duvet enveloping you both the moment your bodies touched it.

Then Wanda began kissing you again, this time, longer than the kiss before. Her hands roamed your body before resting comfortably on your hips. Her grip was bruising but not painful. With her flush against you, you could feel her strap through the thin sweatpants she’d been wearing when you first arrived.

You started to moan at the feel of her against you as, with each kiss, you sobered up. Instead, drinking in all that was Wanda. When Wanda ripped her lips from yours with another growl, a whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it.

Wanda smiled, her green eyes hypnotising, “I’m gonna make you feel good, baby.”

Wanda planted kisses on your bare skin as she travelled down your body. Lifting her shirt that you were wearing, she softly kissed your stomach and your breasts before lightly nipping at your skin. You winced when she tugged on your nipples, the pain quickly melting into pleasure.

Your hands flew up to tangle in her hair as you lifted your hips up to try to gain some relief from the burning arousal between your thighs.

“Please.”

Wanda tsked at you but said nothing more as she went further down your body, reaching your thighs. With a breath caught in your throat, you slowly opened your legs to accommodate for the redhead.

Wanda placed gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, the feeling only serving to increase your arousal. Wanda then tugged your panties off down your thighs before throwing them out onto the floor. You were surely dripping now.

Your hips had a mind of their own as they started to lift slowly, trying to get some form of relief, hoping Wanda would brush her lips further up to where you needed it most.

“Shh, detka.” Wanda soothed, resting one of her hands on your stomach, pushing it back down on the duvet.

You groaned as she slipped into her Sokovian dialect; her warm breath against your soft skin.

You whined, your hips unable to move as they were still under Wanda’s hold, “Mommy, please.”

You let out a sigh when Wanda finally latched her lips onto your pussy. She licked and sucked as you twisted beneath her, moaning at the pleasure that travelled through your body.

Your hands went back to Wanda’s hair, pulling at the strands when she gently grazed her teeth against your clit before attaching her lips to it to soothe the pleasurable pain.

A string of curses fell from your lips as you begged her not to stop, your high within sight. You started to rut your hips against her face, riding her lips as she kitten licked your folds.

“You taste so good, baby.” She hummed. The vibration of her words coupled with her eating you out allowed you to reach your peak.

“Fuck, right there. Right there.” You groaned, arching off the bed and further into her mouth.

“Come for Mommy.” Wanda ordered.

Your climax washed over you like a warm ocean wave; the tingling spreading all through your body. Gasping, your body fell back to the bed. A light sheen of sweat lining your face.

“Good girl.” Wanda praised, kissing your clit one final time before moving upwards back to your face.

Wanda brought your lips in for a kiss and you revelled in your taste on her mouth. As her lips continued to move against yours, you jolted when you felt her fingers slide through your folds.

“Shhh, baby. I just need to get you ready for my strap.” Wanda murmured, kissing your neck.

Her fingers teased your entrance. Her fingertips pushing in just slightly before she pulled them back out again.

Your legs started to close, your first orgasm leaving you sensitive. But they were suddenly spread apart again. Looking up at Wanda, you saw her green eyes now sparkled red as she used her powers to keep them open for her.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl for Mommy?”

You nodded frantically, catching your lip between your teeth.

Wanda didn’t reply and instead, thrust two fingers into you. She captured your lips in another kiss, swallowing the groan that would have fell from your mouth.

She continued moving her fingers in you before adding another. With her other hand, she gripped your chin forcing you to gaze directly into her eyes.

She placed another kiss on you and then leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Good girl.”

Your legs starting to shake as her fingers, that were still inside you, made a beckoning gesture, pressing against the most sensitive part in you. With another few thrusts and brushes against that sweet spot inside you, you clenched around her fingers as you came; your arousal drenching her fingers.

You shivered when Wanda dipped her fingers between your folds to gather your wetness and rub them over her now exposed strap. She must have somehow used her powers to remove her sweatpants without you realising.

In a swift motion, you found yourself hovering above Wanda’s hips, her red strap beneath you, ready to drive itself into you.

“I’ve heard all your dirty thoughts, baby. It’s pained me to refrain from doing anything about it. But now we can. So go ahead, babygirl, ride me. Just like you’ve always wanted.”

You were too far gone to even think about the fact that Wanda had heard about your every thought. So, instead, you reached between the both of you and lined her strap with your entrance. Then with a moan, you enveloped her in your pussy until she’d bottomed out. The both of you groaned at the feeling.

You gave yourself a few moments to adjust to the feeling of your walls being stretched before you began riding her. Wanda’s hands rested on your hips, helping you as you bounced on her cock.

One of her hands balled up the t-shirt you were still wearing; the material creasing in her fist.

“As much as I wanted you naked, you look so pretty in my t-shirt, detka. You’re mine. Do you understand that? You belong to me.”

“I’m yours, Mommy.” You muttered as your thrusts started to become more frantic as your neediness grew.

Wanda looked up at you when you whined and saw your half-lidden eyes, black with lust. Grabbing at your hips, she flipped you over so she was back on top of you.

She then started to fuck you hard, her thighs slapping against yours, the crude sound filling the walls. As she increased her pace, it was all you could do to wrap your legs around her waist to meet each thrust.

She whispered sweet nothings in your ear as she praised you when you continued to beg, “Mommy, faster. God, please. There. Right there.”

With each rough thrust, the leather of the harness the strap was attached to, rubbed against Wanda’s clit. She fucked you without cause, the both of you chasing your own highs.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come for Mommy.”

Wanda pushed harder into you a few more times before you came around her strap, the orgasm almost painful as your back arched off the duvet. Wanda’s climax soon followed as she kissed you passionately, needing to feel your mouth on hers again.

When she slowed and finally pulled out, you winced at the emptiness. Wanda hummed to quieten you before pulling you into her arms as you both caught your breath.

When she felt your breathing steady against her chest, she lay you on your side and left to remove the strap and get you a glass of water.

You gulped the liquid down, relishing when the coolness soothed your throat; the sounds Wanda had pulled from you leaving it raw.

The two of you then lay in each other’s arms, a calm silence filling the air as you started to drift off.

A ping of a phone rang out disturbing you both. You reached over the nightstand to grab your phone; your heart racing when you saw the screen.

You looked over to Wanda who was laying beneath you, red hair streaked with orange tussled around her face accentuating her perfect jaw line.

Noticing you staring at her with wide eyes, she furrowed her brows. “What?”

Instead of answering, you muttered under your breath, “Shit.”

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Mafia Sirius where you're needy so you come to see him while he's in a meeting and he lets you sit on his lap and play with his fingers, whispering sweet words into your ear as the meeting goes on?

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“But, Siri…- I miss you,” you whisper meekly, trying desperately to not meet the eye of all the other men seated around the table.

Sirius let out a small sigh, his self-control thrown out the window as soon as you looked down at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

“Promis you’ll be well behaved and quiet?”

“Promise!”

You let out an excited giggle as he pushed out his chair, guiding you into his lap. A smile decorated your face as you leaned against him, letting the meeting progress without listening to a single word. You took hold of his left hand, inspecting and fiddling with his larger hand. Sirius tried to hide the smile that broke out on his face; he enjoyed how gentle you were, small and sweet.

“My sweet girl,” he whispered in your ear, making a warm blush overtake your face.