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nattyslover · 5 months

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rhea comes backstage with a bunch of adrenaline and decides she wants to go back to the hotel to celebrate 🤭 (maybe sprinkle some overstim and handcuffs like she used for nxt)

CUFFS

Rhea Ripley x Reader Summary: Rhea retains her title against four other women, surely there has to be a celebration? Notes and warnings: handcuffs, overstim (slightly??), cunnilingus, strap on, daddy kink, Rhea's a little unhinged?, I have this weird creepy fascination with Rhea's tongue piercing and I'm not sorry, Idk what else. I think I lost my writing charm y'all so bear with me :(

@rhea-ripley these gifs aren’t helping man..🥵

You had the biggest smile on your face as you saw rhea's riptide landing on the three other women that were ready to do anything to even get a look at rhea's title.

Backstage was pretty busy, only few crew members were actually tuning in instead of running around to make sure nothing goes wrong. But you? oh you were staring at the screen like your life depended on it. There was no way any of them would kick out of that even if they weren't on the receiving end of the riptide.

and you were right, as the ref counted to three and her theme hit, you jumped with a scream. Rhea has been..worried, to say the least the past few days, though she tried keeping the 'brutal and fearless' facade but you saw right through her.

The possibility of her losing the title she'd been working for the past three years without even getting pinned ate her up.

Your smile widened as you saw her walking in after the four women who were glaring at you, her black latex gear adding to her absolute sexiness. When your eyes met, you saw your Demi, not Rhea..not Mami (well, maybe that..)..Demi.

she walked up to you, stopping when you met her halfway with a hard kiss to her mouth, almost dropping her title at the sudden action. "hey, champ" you whispered.

"I did it.." she whispered back, hugging her title to her chest and you nodded, "and I wanna celebrate" she bit your ear before walking past you to the showers of the arena.

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Rhea could barely let go of you long enough to swipe the keycard on the hotel room door, pulling you back into a kiss as soon as she saw the green light indicating the door was opened and pushed you inside.

"f..fuck, Rhea.." you groaned, taking a fistful of her dark moist hair as she buried her face into your neck, her t-shirt hugging her biceps so perfectly you kept squeezing on them.

you were pushed on the cold, comfy hotel bed and closed your eyes, eliciting a tutt from your girlfriend, "don't fall asleep on me now, i thought you wanted to celebrate with me" she coaxed.

Your eyes opened and you spread your legs, inviting her between them with a hum as she still stood next to the bed, "I do..i was having a moment" you grinned.

Both of your suitcases were long forgotten at the door even as you heard the clank of both metal handles as they fell to the floor from their weight and flinched from the sudden sound, making her laugh.

Rhea's hands were all over you like she hadn't seen you in days. She lifted your 'SHE'S MY MAMI' t-shirt with a grin, sticking out her tongue and taking a long swipe from your lower belly to the hem of your bra, husking out a chuckle at the shiver of your body from her tongue piercing tickling your skin.

“S..stop..teasing!” You groaned as she reached your neck, husking out another chuckle in your ear, one of her hands landing next to your head while the other effortlessly unbuttoned your jeans, unzipping them ever so slowly while those piercing eyes

"What is it, bunny? thought you liked my piercing..at least that's what you said the last time it was in your pu-"

"okay, okay.." a huff escaped your mouth, cupping her face as she stared at you with that sly grin of hers, "i get it.." you whispered.

she shook her head, leaning down to kiss you almost too softly, "do you?" her kisses went back to your neck, "hm?"

you said nothing, almost too hazed as her kisses worked you to oblivion even though you weren't even 10 minutes in. She has that effect on you, "I don't think you do" you heard before your jeans were swiftly pulled off your legs, leaving you in your panties shivering from the cold.

She dangled your jeans in front of you before throwing it behind her and finally raising your right leg to get more view of your absolutely soaked panties as you perked up on your elbows with a grin as she ran her fingers up and down.

You were getting a bit cocky as she got on her knees in front of the bed, but all that went out the window she took a long stripe with her tongue through your panties, her tongue piercing making you shiver as it touched you in all the right ways. "oh~" you heard as you threw your head back.

As you looked at her, you saw her eyes rolling to the back of her head, licking her lips. and the fact that she still hadn't taken off her makeup from the PPV makes her look even more feral.

her hands swiftly ripped apart the fabric that stood between her and your pussy, that she's convinced was calling out for her with how wet you were.

she took another stripe and groaned one more time before taking your clit into her mouth, you couldn't remember ever being this sensitive because of her tongue piercing, but when she stuck her tongue out to show off your slick coating it, you discovered she changed the ball of her piercing to this metal, bigger one.

"huh.." you huffed out, of course she did. "you taste so good, princess" she groaned, and before you knew it, her nose was pushing onto your clit while her tongue was all the way between your pussy lips.

"oh god!" you threw your head back as her fingers scratched down your inner thighs, moaning against you.

your hands searched for something to grab before landing on her head and pulling on her hair, her tongue exploring your insides while you writhed under her.

Your legs were already shaking and wrapped around her neck, trapping her in as her tongue mercilessly ate you out.

“God I’m so close..” you whimpered, almost pulling out Rhea’s hair, who didn’t seem to mind at all and even looked up at you with a smirk. It was almost embarrassing how close you actually were considering the two of you had just gotten started

her smudged purple eyeshadow glistened as she kept staring at you, eating you out like her life depended on it. "can feel you holding back..let go, baby" she mumbled before drilling her tongue back into you. One swipe of her thumb over your clit sent you over to cloud nine with a scream and your legs wrapped around her head even tighter, making her tap your thigh gently so she could breathe.

"S..sorry" you let out with a chuckle and she grinned, crawling upwards to kiss you and you hummed at your own taste on her lips, "don't you worry, baby" she husked out.

It wasn't even a minute later when you heard the clanking of metal and gasped as you looked at her, "Rhea, don't you dar- oh!" you were cut off by her flipping you on your belly so effortlessly.

Before you could catch your breath, your arms were joined behind your back and you felt the cold metal of the handcuffs wrapping around your wrists, “what the fuck?!” You yelled, barely able to move.

Both of Rhea’s hand landed on your cheeks, “shut up” she growled, “now you’re gonna be a good girl and take my cock” you heard her zipper being undone, you should’ve known. Of course she was packing.

You turned your head with a grunt to look at her, seeing her lubing up the familiar black strap of her before spreading the rest of the lube in her hand on your pussy, inserting two fingers to make sure you’re all nice and ready before pushing her tip into you.

“Oh love, no amount of lube would be enough huh? You’re just so tight” she groaned, continuing to push in until her thighs made contact with your ass.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt her girthy strap filling you up, the ache of the handcuffs quickly forgotten as Rhea took hold of your wrists for balance before starting to pound into you in inhumane speed.

“D..don’t you lose that key, damn it!!” You yelled, making her thrust even harder to shut you up, “g..god..d..daddy” you began to slur your words.

She hummed in satisfaction, “that’s it..I don’t wanna hear anything other than ‘daddy’ as you come over and over again on my cock you hear me?” She growled, giving one particularly hard thrust to make sure you got it.

“Y…yeah..yes d..daddy” you gasped, you were still sensitive from your first orgasm yet she’s working you up so good your vision blurred.

Her breaths began to falter she continued pounding into you, “g..good..good girl” she whispered, the base of the strap touching her clit in all the right ways, “y..yeah..good girl”

Suddenly, her weight was entirely on top of you, not able to stay upright anymore. Her hips continued moving in and out and you were even closer to coming now that you could fear her lips and breath on your neck.

With one last thrust your legs shook under her as you gripped her hands that were still gripping your wrists from behind your back, the chain of the cuffs rattling around “g..god damn it!!” You yelled, your head falling on the bed as your orgasm washed over you.

Rhea kept going however, chasing her own orgasm that was ever so deliciously close. “R..Rhea..c..can’t” you whined but she shushed you.

“C..come on now, bunny..im so close..come with me. One more time, baby”

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"Where did you even get those?" you grumbled, rubbing your wrists after Rhea uncuffed you.

"stole them from under the ring" she laughed, "you're lucky they had the keys attached to them cause I would've used them anyway" she said with a slap to your ass before getting up to fetch you some water.

This woman…

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nattyslover · 5 months

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Hot Stuff

🖤 Pairing: Fem Reader x Dominik Mysterio (and a Rhea Ripley mention) 🖤 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, Dominik Mysterio smut 🖤 Word Count: ~500

Happy reading! Read my other Dirty Dom fic and stuff here, if you'd like. ✨

credit to the gif owner

Dom is walking backstage after his match, sweaty, panting, and looking hot, literally. You watch him as he makes his way to his dressing room with Rhea in tow, but when Dom spots you watching him as you chat with Raquel, he gives you a heated look with a lick of his pink lips that he rather you come inside than Rhea...

It'd been a while since you and him fooled around, no strings attached, just some adult fun but never at work—yet the way you both can't take your eyes off each other, especially with you wearing his favorite color as your dress, you watch him tell Rhea to give him a minute and gesture to you to sneak over.

Once inside, Dom doesn't bother to shower and you don't care as you want to feel his hot body on yours as he pushes you up to the wall and covers your mouth with his, hands all over you and under your dress to find the spots along your curves that make you whimper moans to him. He tries to fall to his knees to taste you but you tell him you want him in your mouth instead. You bow before him, strip him, and take him into your mouth. You love the way he adores you with those pretty, dark eyes as he gazes down at you sucking him as far as you can into your warm, wet mouth, his hand petting the back of your head as he moans softly, "Tómalo, mi amor. Mmmm, lo estás haciendo muy bien."

Dom almost cums, you can taste the yummy saltiness of his precum with his sweat on your tongue, but he yanks you away so he can spin you around, pull your panties down, and nudge his way inside of you, wanting to finish deep in you since it's been so long. "Damn, baby...you feel so good," he gently grunts in your ear and you moan back, relishing in how good he feels stroking this deep.

And because it's been so long, and you haven't been fucked like this since him, you cum so hard that you break out into a sweat from your orgasmic heat licking you, from Dom's hot body pressed to you. He puts his hand over your mouth as his other hand slides between your thighs, caressing along your clit and lighting you on fire even more as he tells you to be quiet. "Shhh, mi amor. Take Papi's dick...just...like...this."

...But it's too late, someone's at the door right as you're moaning Dom's name and he's moaning yours as he pulses with your warm, soft walls squeezing around him, cumming just as hard as you.

"Shiiit," you mumble a moan into his hand, both from how delicious Dom feels and from being caught. But he doesn't pull out, not yet, wanting to feel all of you, and you all of him, pounding with more heavy strokes until you take every drop of him and your knees buckle. "Dom..." you whine in pleasure and fear as the knock rings out louder. He kisses your neck to soothe you before he calls out to the stranger at the door.

"I'm busy," Dom growls and the stranger laughs. You both know that laugh well.

"Yeah, I can hear that," Rhea snorts with another chuckle from the other side of the door. "Maybe get busy in your hotel room, huh, Dom Dom? Unless you're trying to make Mami jealous..."

Thanks for reading! 🖤

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nattyslover · 6 months

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Can't Handle It

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: roman reigns x female reader

✧ word count: 7,150

“Mmmm baby give me a second…” he groaned as ran he ran one hand over her ass struggling to type on his phone with the other.

“I can’t wait that long,” she whispered in his ear as she continued leaving sloppy kisses on his neck. She felt his dick harden beneath her as she straddled him. He was on his phone answering emails for the past half an hour and she always respects his time when it comes to work but…she was feeling very lonely and very horny. She heard the whoosh sound come from his phone indicating he sent out the email he swore was the last one minutes ago.

“Fucking finally,” she said as she took his phone from his hand and tossed it across the couch. She brought her lips to his and they moaned into each others mouths as their tongues started wrestling. He pulled her closer with one arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand slowly rubbed her thigh followed by a hard grab.

“You can’t keep your hands off me for a few minutes huh?” he mumbled against her lips as he bucked his hips so she could feel his dick rub against her through her panties.

“You’re one to talk,” she giggled dropping her hand down to his sweats to run it over his bulge. He pulled back to swiftly brush his thumb over her cheek.

“Don’t be underestimating the tribal chief now…” he teasingly said channeling his character.

“Oh please you couldn’t go a week without sex,” she said.

He furrowed his brows as if he was offended trying to hold back his laugh.

“Oh yeah?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

“You know it’s true…” she leaned back in to whisper against his lips.

“Then let’s turn this into a little game.” he whispered back. She pulled away giving him a confused but intrigued look.

“What do you mean?”

“Since you think I can’t go a week without sex let’s make a little bet.”

“A bet?” she laughed.

“Yeah. One week. No sex. Whoever breaks first loses.”

“You can’t be serious…”

“Oh, I’m serious.” He replied with a straight face.

She looked at him like he was crazy. She knew damn well they both couldn’t resist each other because of how crazy their physical pull towards one another was. But this suggestion wildly peaked her interest and slightly turned her on.

“Okay then,” she replied crossed her arms. “What are the rules? Can there be touching?”

“Touching can be allowed over clothes only. No sex. No oral. No kissing-“

“No kissing?!” she asked as her jaw dropped.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gripping her hips.

“Can’t handle it?” he devilishly smirked licking his lips.

“What if you’re gone and I wanna touch myself?” she mumbled while innocently pouting.

“That’s allowed baby. But I need to see everything…” he seductively growled dropped his two fingers to run it over her panties. He looked down and back up at her with a smirk because she was already wet.

She felt her pussy start to throb as she instantly regretted agreeing to this game. She knew she was literally weak in the knees for him and couldn’t take a day let alone a week. But his cockiness only ignited her competitive attitude.

“What’s the prize?” she teasingly asked running her hands down his body picking at the hem of his shirt.

“You got one in mind?” He asked as his eyes followed her hands.

“Mmmm loser takes the winner on a special vacation.”

“The loser still sounds like a winner to me,” he chimed in running his hands over her ass before slapping it. She giggled as she held out her hand in front of him.

“Deal?” she asked.

“Deal.” he shook her hand and leaned in for a kiss but she got up from his lap and stood as stretched her arms above her head.

“See? Can’t even last a couple seconds.”

“Oh we started already huh?” He chucked resting his arms on the backrest of the couch.

“Mhm!” She started to walk away slipping her oversized t-shirt over head in the process revealing her light blue matching bra & thong underneath. She looked back to see him running his hand over his beard struggling to keep his legs still.

“What’s wrong baby? Can’t handle it?” she teased as she threw the shirt at him & continued to walk into the bathroom locking the door.

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She heard the bathroom door open as she flipped the pancake in the pan.

“Do you want whipped cream on top?” she called out to him as she got their plates ready.

“Mmm, of course.”

She turned around as she heard his voice in the kitchen and there he was. Straight out the shower. His hair was still wet as a couple strands fell in front of his face. He pushed it back as water trickled down his shoulders and chest. A white towel loosely wrapped around his waist revealing his v line. She felt her mouth slightly drop open but quickly realized she had to keep her composure.

“Can I get a quick bite of that?” He asked eyeing the strawberry in her hand that she was yet to cut up.

“Y-Yeah here” she stuttered holding out the strawberry to him.

He leaned on the counter with one arm as he stepped closer till he was inches away from her face opening his mouth. Oh this fucker wants to be fed.

They kept their eyes on each other as she put it in his mouth and he took a slow and juicy bite. He purposely sucked on it and a little dripped to the side of his mouth. He moaned and sucked his thumb clean.

“I’m gonna get dressed and then let’s eat.” He softly spoke as he winked at her before walking off to the bedroom. She felt like she needed to change after her panties were clearly damp now after that encounter. It had only been one day and she was extremely frustrated. This game was way harder than she thought.

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“I miss you already,” she whined holding her phone in one hand with Roman on speaker and a glass of wine in the other.

“You missin’ something else too?” he chuckled in a low voice.

“Maybe…” she muttered taking a sip of her glass.

“You can get it anytime you want baby. Just say the word and I’m there,” he replied and she felt his smirk through the phone.

“Mmmm no you’re not gonna break me that easily.”

“We’ll see about that. I’m opening the show. Gonna be thinking of you every step of my entrance. I’d pay close attention if I were you…” She felt tipsy as the sound of his voice in her ear made her skin tingle. She missed him, but man she missed that dick. She missed his touch and his lips. She was trying her hardest to stay strong but this game was beating her ass.

“I always pay attention tribal chief,” she seductively threw back. She heard him hum before he told her he had to go to gorilla for his cue.

She turned on the tv and switched the channel to fox as the smackdown intro started. she took another sip and set down her glass on the nightstand as she heard michael cole running through the card for the night. there was a silence before roman’s music hit and suddenly the crowd popped getting on their feet throwing their 1’s up in the air. she smiled proudly seeing everyone’s reactions. and there he was. he came out with solo on his left & paul to his right.

damn he looked so fucking good…

he stopped at the ramp taking it all in as he eyed the crowd from the left side of the arena to the right. as the chorus blared through the arena he held up his one in the sky with paul & solo reciprocating. the camera dropped down to the title on his waist and roman slowly caressed it with both hands on each side. she felt envious of that title. envious of those thick & long fingers stroking it. then he did something she didn’t expect. he tightly gripped the top of the title with both hands and steadily rocked it up and down practically showing her how he’d rock her hips if she rode him. without hesitation her fingers slipped in her panties as the camera panned back up to his eyes locked to hers.

“The only one baby.” He mouthed followed by a wink. She groaned as she grabbed her phone remembering she was supposed to send him a video if she wanted to play with herself. She slipped off her shorts & panties and threw them across the room and set up her phone against a pillow so it can get her entirety in it. She left the tv on watching his entrance as she pressed record and slipped her two middle fingers in her mouth moaning keeping her eyes on the camera as she sucked on them and dropped them to her folds spreading them apart the same way he would if he was here. She slowly slipped them inside of her as roman got inside the ring mean mugging the crowd.

“Fuck daddy…” she moaned while pumping her fingers at a faster pace watching him lift his title above his head as the pyro popped off. She felt her back arch as her orgasm creeped up on her. Her eyes fluttered as she felt her fingers covered in her cum as she pulled them out panting. She couldn’t remember the last time she came that fast…I mean roman’s entrance was a good 5 minutes. They cut to commercial as she looked over to the camera and sucked the cum off her fingers.

“Mmmm look what you do to me daddy…” she whispered rolling over to stop the recording and send it to him. She cleaned up and finished watched his promo segment shortly falling asleep when he was off screen.

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She woke up to the sound of her phone ringing and picked it up with her eyes half open to see that it was Roman facetiming. She smiled as she propped up on her elbows and slid the button to the right to answer.

“Hey bab-“ she cut herself off due to her mouth falling open to what she was witnessing on her screen.

Roman’s thick dick covered in what looked like his saliva as he slowly stroked it with his eyes locked on her.

“Look what you do to me baby…” he softly moaned referring back to the line she used in the video she sent him earlier.

“Oh my god.”

She felt her pussy throb hearing the wet sounds get louder as his hand picked up the pace. She fell back onto the bed dropping her fingers to run it over her panties.

“Mmmm…slip those pretty fingers into your mouth for daddy,” he growled gazing with pure lust and hunger in his eyes as he watched her suck her fingers.

“Good girl, now show me exactly how you played with yourself earlier.”

She obeyed his orders slowly sliding her two wet middle fingers into her hole as a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Look at my pretty girl. You miss daddy huh?” He asked licking his lips watching her in awe.

“I want you so bad,” she whimpered followed by a long moan as she pumped her fingers inside of her at a quicker pace.

“Yeah? How bad baby?” He muttered matching his strokes with the speed of her fingers.

“I-I need you. I need you inside me daddy…” she struggled to get the words out as her eyes closed shut feeling herself get closer and closer.

“Cum with me baby. Look at me…” he breathed out as all they heard were the loud sounds of their liquids as they both quickened their respective paces. She tried to keep her eyes on his but they kept drifting to his big and veiny hand jerking his dick.

“Fuuuuuck Roman” she shouted as her climax took over watching him moan in unison as his cum squirted out in multiple ropes and landed on his phone as his screen became blurry due to his mess.

“Still don’t wanna forfeit?” he asked with a low chuckle as he leaned to the side to grab some napkins to wipe his phone.

“Uh uh. I’m having fun,” she whispered sucking the cum off her fingers as she brought her phone inches from her face so he can get a closer look.

“Mhm. Driving me crazy is fun isn’t it?” He whispered as she scratched his beard.

“Wanna forfeit?” she mockingly asked with a giggle.

“Not a chance. I’m just getting started.”

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She unplugged the blow dryer and placed it back in the drawer as she brushed through her hair one last time. She had just finished showering while Roman was in the living room on a business call about merchandise and plans for the upcoming weeks. She rubbed her hands together as she finished moisturizing listening to his voice echo through the hallway. God she misses him. He was there. But she missed him. His touch. His kisses. His grip on her hips while he pounded into her. She hummed looking through her drawers for some bra and panties before she stopped. A smirk crept on her lips as a brilliant idea popped in her head. She took off her robe and put on Roman’s favorite lace red lingerie set. She proceeded to grab a silk black robe from her closet and tie it over the lingerie so it stayed hidden. For the time being.

She tip toed down the hall as his voice became clearer.

“Yeah that sounds good. We could also try to incorporate-“ he stopped mid sentence watching her stroll down in her little outfit as she flashed him an innocent yet not so innocent smile. She blew him a little kiss from afar before taking a sip of her water bottle.

“Ex-Excuse me for just one second,” he tapped on the mute button before raising his eyebrow at her.

“What’s your pretty ass up to?”

“What do you mean?” She asked leaning on the counter taking another sip of her water. She let some drip down her chin and she wiped it playfully sucking it off her thumb.

“Don’t even try it.” He warned her as he knew exactly what she was up to.

“Relaaaaax. I’ll be a good girl,” she replied flashing him a smile.

“Your phone call’s waiting.”

She saw him grip his thigh in frustration as he returned to his phone call keeping his eyes on her. She waited a couple minutes scrolling through her phone before looking back up to see him glancing at her. He wants a show? Oh, she’ll give him a show. She slowly walked over to him as he followed her every move. She heard what seemed to be Mike’s voice, one of the creative members on the other line rambling about God knows what. He looked up at her before dropping his eyes to scan her body from the short silk robe all the way to her tanned smooth legs. She grabbed him by the shoulders for balance taking her time sitting down on his lap. Her panties were met with his small but very noticeable bulge though his sweats. She let a little grind take over, craving for some sort of contact. A whispered moan escaped her lips as her fingers caressed his jaw, lightly running her thumbs over his beard. He took a sharp inhale and his face softened and she felt him missing her just as much as she missed him. She dropped her hands to the silk strings that tied her robe together and slowly undid them as he intently watched her.

“That might be the best option. If you could just run those plans over one more time…” he stopped to clear his throat.

“Sorry man, I’m just a little distracted right now.” He emphasized.

She noticed his grip on his phone to his ear tighten and she let out a little giggle.

She revealed her red set as he looked back up at her with that same frustrated glare gripping her hips with his right hand. She felt his breathing increase as he licked his lips craving a taste of his own. She leaned in his ear and left a little nibble before delivering a little message.

“I miss you daddy…” she whispered.

She left soft kisses on his neck which became sloppier, taking her time gliding her tongue against his skin as she felt his body tense up. His grip tightened on her hip as he let it fall to rub over her thigh. Her skin tingled from his touch causing another moan to slip from her mouth. He took his forefinger and placed it on her lips to shut her up before Mike heard her on the other line. She grabbed both that forefinger and middle finger slowly slipping them into her mouth sucking them watching him struggle to stay still. He ran his hand over his beard followed by a scratch as he stared into her soul knowing she was not gonna get away with this. But she was. And she was loving every second of it.

“Feel…” she mouthed as she dropped his hand to feel her damp panties. He rubbed it over them as his dick throbbed in his sweats. Her mouth fell open feeling an orgasm creep up just by his fingers running over her panties.

“Give me a second, Mike.” he sternly and quickly said before muting his phone and say it down. She gasped as he unexpectedly picked her up and threw her onto the couch pulling her legs around his waist. She was speechless and taken aback as he wrapped his hand around her throat forcing her to look at him. His thumb softly ran over her chin to reassure her that he wasn’t angry with her. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t extremely frustrated with her little games.

“You‘re gonna regret that later.” he mumbled against her lips as they brushed against each other.

He let go of her, grabbed his phone and walked out the door to sit outside and finish his phone call. She stared at him in shock through the window as he looked back up and grinned at her almost sinisterly.

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She woke up to the feeling of her hands above her head and thought she was dreaming. But she wasn’t. She sleepily looked up in confusion as her hands were cuffed to the headboard. She started to freak out thinking someone could’ve broke in and her only having her red lingerie on wasn’t helping these thoughts.

“Roman?!” she called out frantically as she struggled to move anything but her legs and then the door opened revealing his 6’3 bulky body as a smirk creeped up on his lips. She let out a sigh of relief knowing he was here but stared at him in silence wondering what his crazy ass was planning.

“Look who’s up.”

He closed the door behind him and walked over to the bedside. He sat down next to her and grabbed her chin with his thumb & forefinger.

“Handcuffs aren’t too tight?” He asked not taking his eyes off of hers.

“No…what are you doing?” She softly asked feeling heat between her thighs.

“Teaching my girl a lesson.” He dropped his finger from her chin to her neck and continued sliding it down her body till he grazed it over her panties abruptly stopping to stand back up. He walked over to grab the chair in the corner of the room and set it at the end of the bed. He took his time sitting down letting out a sigh as he spread his legs with both hands on each one. She felt tense as her body ached for his touch as she lifted one of her legs on the bed.

“Put it back down.” he ordered in a low voice. She dropped it back down as both of her legs were laid flat on the bed.

“You really thought you could outsmart me in my own game?” He asked savagely as his lips curled into a sinister smile. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as she yearned for his touch again. He bucked his hips slightly forward to pull down his black sweats and boxers as his hard dick sprung up. She took a long inhale struggling to stay still because this was the first time she’s seen it in person since they created this fucked up game. She bit her lip as she watched him slowly start to stroke his enticing shaft as he watched her eagerly.

“This what you want?” He asked studying her in distress struggling to keep her legs still because of the growing wetness in her panties.

“Answer me.” he commanded.

“Roman…” she whined again as her heart pounded in her chest.

“You can’t seem to control yourself, so now you gon’ have to watch.”

She was absolutely losing her mind at this point and looked away to try and keep it together.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Look at me baby.” He softly asked so she could comply. She turned her head back to him, her eyes almost begging him to end the game and this torturous distance between them and fuck like they’ve never fucked before. But he wouldn’t do that. They were too deep into the bet that the prize wasn’t even the most important thing. It was personal. They were both too fucking addicted to teasing and pleasuring their partner that these rules brought out a vindictive lust inside of them they’ve never seen before.

He licked his lips as he scanned her body from top to bottom admiring her as he too, felt tortured because of how badly he wanted her. He leaned in closer and locked his eyes with hers as he let a long slow drop of his spit fall onto the tip of his dick. She held back her moan but a whimpering noise still fell from her lips as she watched him use it to lubricate his length. She watched his big hand slowly stroke over and over as he groaned and fought to keep his head from falling back due to the sight of her sprawled out in agony.

“Please Roman…” she begged using every fiber of her being to get out of the handcuffs but it was no use. He brought his eyes to her once more and slowed down his strokes.

“Please what baby?” He whispered.

“Please take these off me,” she begged trying to move her arms.

“You wanna forfeit?” He asked raising his brows in anticipation hoping she would pull the trigger first.

“No. I want daddy to free one of my hands so I can touch myself…” she bit her bottom lip as she opened her legs so he could see how wet she was. He tried his best to hide it but she heard the little moan come out of his mouth as he sucked in his bottom lip.

“Yeah?” he asked getting up from his chair. She nodded in response as he walked over to her with his dick still out. He reached her side and leaned above her head unlocking one of the cuffs. She looked up at him and he looked down and it felt like they were participating in the world’s longest staring contest. Once she was free he grabbed her hand and interlocked it with his own.

“You want daddy to help you?” He asked as he softly squeezed her hand. All she could do was nod as her breathing heightened. He leaned closer taking her two middle fingers and sliding it against his tongue before wrapping his lips around them to suck. She moaned watching him slowly pull them out his mouth as a long string of spit followed them.

“I need daddy’s help taking this off…” she gestured to her panties using her thumb to slightly pull it down. He scrunched up his face in sexual frustration as he got on the bed to get between her legs. He wrapped his hands around her ankles before slowly massaging his way up her thighs taking his time pulling her panties keeping his eyes locked on hers. He fought the urge to shove his face between her thighs and eat her like he hadn’t eaten in days. But he resisted. Just like she resisted begging him to do it. She reached down but he grabbed her wrist and shook his head.

“Wait for daddy.” He got up and sat back down in the chair making himself comfortable.

“Now.” he vocalized granting her permission as he spat on the tip of his dick and spread it down his shaft. She slipped her fingers still wet from his tongue inside her as she let out a moan louder than she expected watching his own movements.

“Mmm just like that baby…” he groaned picking up his pace watching her do the same as her back arched.

“Fuuuuuck Roman,” she screamed watching him stroke it faster while his mouth fell open.

“Pump faster for daddy.” he said in a low voice barely heard as the only sound filling the air was the sloppy and wet sounds of their frantic fingers.

“L-like this?” she asked pumping herself quicker as she was knuckles deep.

“Mhm. Good girl. You gon’ cum for me?”

“Mmmmm yes daddy” she whined when an idea quickly popped in her head.

“Cum in my mouth, please…” she pleaded looking into his eyes hoping he satisfies her hunger. He got up without hesitation still pumping himself and rested his knees on each side of her waist making sure to not get in contact with her pussy.

“Ro-roman…” she moaned looking up at him and he knew that she was about to cum.

“Stick that tongue out princess,” he whispered as she obeyed. He groaned at the sight as he pumped faster and lost control as his tip lightly brushed her tongue. The contact intensified his orgasm as his head fell back and his cum repeatedly shot all in her mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned struggling to keep his balance as he impulsively grabbed her hair wanting to shove his entire dick down her throat.

She moaned as she released with him and felt her pussy pulsate around her fingers as she slowly pulled them out.

He came down from his high watching her moan swallowing every savory drop. She missed his taste so much and his dick being out of reach because of this fucked up game was killing her. They were both panting in unison as he noticed some of his juice on her lips. He grazed his thumb over them and she naturally opened her mouth to suck it off.

“I love you baby girl,” he breathlessly expressed with a smirk.

“I love you…but fuck you.” she panted.

“I bet you would.” He sarcastically replied as he chuckled.

He carefully got off her and grabbed a towel to clean up his and her mess. He grabbed the key to free her completely from the headboard.

“I’m really about to knockout again from that.” she sighed as she pulled the covers over her.

He walked over to grab her face with both of his hands as he caressed her cheek. She scanned his entire face keeping her gaze on his soft lips that looked so kissable. She looked at him with a pout as he shot her a grin.

“Still wanna play?” he softly asked.

“Goodnight.” she kissed his hand before turning over and shutting her eyes.

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“Oh fuck,” she sighed taking off the oven mitts clearly annoyed. He couldn’t help but smile as he crossed his arms with his back against the wall watching her attempt to bake cookies. She felt his presence and looked up to see his brows raised trying to hold back a laugh.

“I forgot to set the timer…” she muttered before taking a small bite from the part of the cookie that wasn’t burnt. He walked over and took a bite of his own before spitting them out.

“Why did you bake again?” he jokingly asked letting out a chuckle at her offended face.

“Well since I can’t have sex I have to find other things to do for fun now don’t I?” she sarcastically threw back.

He slid around the counter until he was met face to face with her as he cupped her face with his hands.

“What?” she asked. Her eyes softened as he caressed her right cheek with his thumb.

“What?” she softly asked again craving his mouth on hers watching his soft pink lips curl into another smile as he licked his lips.

She yelped as he picked her up with one arm while the other assisted her leg to wrap around his waist pinning her against the wall.

“I miss you…” he confessed running his hand up and down her left leg that was wrapped around his waist.

“Roman…” she breathed out as he looked at her with soft yet hungry eyes.

“Fuck the bet…” he expressed as he circled his tongue on her neck.

“Fuck the rules….” he turned his head to suck on the other side of her neck as she let out a shaky moan.

“Let’s both just say fuck it…” he muttered against her skin grabbing her ass with both hands as she felt his bulge beneath her. She felt defeated as all thoughts of the game left her mind completely. She grabbed his face and smashed her lips with his. They moaned in unison as he slipped his tongue in her mouth and she gave it a long suck before going back in.

“Fuck…I missed you so much…” she professed her legs tightening around his waist.

She felt him smile against her lips before he let out a small laugh.

“What’s so funny…” she mumbled slipping her tongue back in his mouth as he sucked it before pulling away to flash his pearly whites in the biggest grin.

“You broke first.”

She furrowed her brows in confusion before before her jaw dropped realizing he tricked her.

“Are you kidding me?!” she pushed him away to drop back down to the floor annoyed with his manipulation. He laughed at her attempt at acting pissed off clearly seeing her struggle to keep a straight face.

“Oh cmon…” he pulled her by the hem of her top to drag her back into him. He moved a couple strands of her hair out her face before cupping her cheek. He kissed her passionately whilst she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in closer.

“I guess I have to take us on vacation now,” she pouted once they pulled away.

“Nah…it’s already taken care of baby.”

“What?” she asked.

“The jet’s ready when you are,” he revealed as her eyes widened in excitement.

“Ooooo where’s daddy taking me?” she asked excitedly pecking him on the lips.

“It’s a surprise. Go pack your bags,” he disclosed giving her ass a little smack.

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Roman surprised her with a trip to Bora Bora. They went on an island boat tour, swam in the ocean for a couple hours, and ate plenty of French Polynesian dishes because he reserved the entire Bora Bora Yacht Club restaurant just for the two of them.

The sun was starting to set as the golden light filled their bedroom in the beach view bungalow suite.

“This view is so beautiful,” she commented looking out at the white sandy beach as a light breeze blew back her hair.

“Not as beautiful as my view,” he replied walking up behind her moving her hair back to kiss her neck. She let out a moan as he lifted up her see through sundress, feeling his bulge on her bare ass from behind.

“I’m done with the games…are you?” he purred in her ear. She spun around and got an eyeful of his wet hair dropped down to his shoulders wearing nothing but boxers.

“Mhm.” She replied as she shoved him onto the bed. He scooted back watching her slip off the dress exposing her bare chest & and white lace panties.

“Quit playin’ and get your ass over here,” he demanded motioning with his finger. She took her time crawling in between his legs before he dragged her arm causing her to fall onto his lap. They hungrily locked lips as she started grinding on his crotch impulsively. He moaned into her mouth circling his tongue inside as he grabbed a handful of her ass to drive her deeper. She gasped as he quickly flipped her over on her back and pulled her legs above his shoulders. He slipped her panties off with his teeth and she moaned as they made contact with her skin.

“You kept this pretty pussy away from me for too long…” he breathed onto her lower lips. He used his thumbs to open her wet folds and groaned at the sight of her wetness.

“Look how wet you are already. You missed daddy, huh?” he asked as he slipped in his two middle fingers pumping her slowly. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked on it causing her back to arch.

“Fuuuuuuuck yes…” she cried pulling him closer by his hair. He continued to slowly lap his tongue up and down her entrance. She already felt her orgasm coming as he lapped at a faster pace.

“Ro-Roman I’m gonna cum,” she loudly gasped as she felt him pick up the speed of his tongue licking her up while massaging her clit with his thumb. He groaned as he watched her blissed out in ecstasy as she came in his mouth. He sucked her juices as her panting slowed down and looked to see his beard completely soaked.

“Damn baby…” he breathed out licking the rest of her off his lips.

“I couldn’t help it,” she blurted out as she felt her cheeks flush.

“Nah it’s okay…that was just my warm up,” he smirked before he laid down next to her and grabbed her jaw to make her look at him.

“Come sit that pretty ass on daddy’s face,” he deeply ordered running his hand over his glistening beard. She obliged placing her thighs between his head as he held them in a tight grip. She slowly lowered herself as she felt him flatten his tongue before lapping it up sloppily and hungrily. She moaned as she started rocking her hips to grind on his tongue.

“This always gon’ be my pussy. Understand me?” he mumbled returning to flick his tongue at a quicker pace.

“Yes daddy…” she whined as a loud sloppy smack was heard from his deep sucking.

“Fuuuuuuck, I n-need you in my mouth,” she cried out reaching her hand behind to fondle with his throbbing dick.

“Yeah? Turn around baby,” he panted hurriedly pulling down his boxers as his length sprung up. She obeyed as she bent forward and stroked him with both hands licking his pre cum off. He groaned as he massaged her ass with his palms before spreading them open to slip his tongue into her hole. She gasped loudly as he drove his thick tongue in and out her hole. She ran her tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the top before taking all of him down her throat. Her moan caused a vibration around his length that caused him to pull his tongue out of her as he trembled beneath her.

“Fuuuuck. Just like that baby…” he groaned before groping her ass in his hands again. She continued bobbing her head at a faster pace flicking her tongue at his tip every time she came back up.

“You missed daddy huh?” He asked as he slapped her right cheek followed by a tight grab.

“Mmmmmm so much,” she moaned flicking her tongue up and down his tip before shoving him down her throat again. He bucked his hips forward wanting her to take more of him as he started pushing his tongue deeper inside her at a pace she couldn’t handle anymore.

She slipped her mouth off his length as a string of spit followed because of her slight gagging.

“I’m-I’m gonna cum,” she cried while pumping him in her hand.

“Mmmmm cum for daddy…” he muttered as the tip of his tongue ran circles over her clit. Their moans filled the room as they released at the same time. Her juices squirted in his mouth as he groaned sucking every ounce of her. She held him in her hands letting every shooting rope of his nut land on her tongue swallowing every drop.

“Shit…you taste so fucking good,” she uttered under her breath trying to heavily panting. She let out a whispered whine as he licked her pussy once more to collect any of her leftover nectar.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy so much,” he mumbled as he ran his hands down her thighs. She rolled off him struggling to keep her balance still coming down from that thrill.

“Put that dick inside me and show me how much you missed it…” she whispered as she french kissed him. They tasted each others juices as their tongues danced around in each others mouths. She fell back on the bed and he got up to pulled her towards him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She bit her lip staring into his captivating and hungry eyes.

“This what you want baby?” he faintly asked rubbing his wet tip along her entrance.

“Pl-please,” she moaned. He usually liked to taunt her with his teasing but this time he knew better than to make them both suffer longer than they already have. He slowly pushed his dick inside of her and they both moaned at the warm and tender reunion. He fell over her to give her a long and passionate kiss burying himself in her to make her feel every inch.

“Fuck, I missed you…” he groaned feeling he felt her legs pull him in closer hinting at deeper strokes.

“I missed you daddy,” she purred in his ear as he left sloppy kisses down her neck. He circled his tongue around her nipple and gently bit before he sucked on it causing her back to arch. He repeated it with her other breast looking up at her fluttering eyes as he rapidly flicked his tongue against her nipple.

“Roman…” she gasped, shuddering from his touch as his strokes got deeper and deeper.

“Mmmm this how you like it?” he growled in her ear as he took her hands and pinned them above her head. She felt drunk on pleasure as her moans quickened. She felt herself close to releasing and he noticed as her eyes started to roll to the back of her head.

“Be a good girl and let daddy pound that ass…” he whispered in her ear slowly pulling out. She didn’t even care to rebuttal as she flipped over and arched her back so her ass was in full view. He ran his hand down her back moving her hair out her face. He spread her opening with his thumb stimulating her with his tongue before teasing his tip inside.

“Roman please…” she whimpered into the sheets.

“Please what princess?” he tauntingly asked as he massaged her ass with his palms.

“Fuck me till you fill this pussy up…” she pleaded getting on her hands to push her ass against his tip. He smirked as he used one hand to grip her hips in place and the other to push himself back inside the pussy he longed for.

“You feel so fucking good baby,” he groaned as his head fell back. She struggled to keep her head up as she felt her mind get fogged with ecstasy.

“Faster daddy…” she begged in a high pitched moan. His thrusts fastened at a brutal pace as the sounds of his balls smacking against her skin got louder.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” he growled in her ear as he fell over her.

“Uhhhhhh it’s yours daddy,” she wailed feeling his breath on her neck causing her to shudder as shockwaves took over her body. He buried himself deeper inside her as her walls fluttered around his dick.

“Yesyesyes oh my god,” she screamed as her upper body fell back onto the sheets. He slapped her ass causing her to throw it back on his dick in return.

“Look at you taking this dick like the good girl you are…” he moaned as the room filled with the sloppy smacks of their contact.

“I’m-I’m close…” she cried out almost ripping the sheets off the bed from her tight grip.

“Cum with me baby,” he groaned as he grabbed a handful of her hair to lock eyes with her.

“Cum on daddy’s dick…” he coached in a shaky breath.

She watched his tanned body glistening with sweat with his hair falling in his face from his uncontrollable thrusting.

“I love you,” she muttered trying to keep her head up.

“I love you baby girl,” he moaned as he emptied himself into her feeling her clench around him. She gasped feeling him fill her up as her stomach turned with pleasure from her powerful orgasm.

He slowly pulled out caressing his thumbs over her lower back. She collapsed onto the bed turning over to see him faintly smile with fatigue.

“Holy…shit.” she stammered. He chuckled as he grabbed her right leg so she could rest it over his torso. He turned to his side and pulled her in for a long sweet kiss.

“This pussy ain’t ever gonna leave me again,” he mumbled against her lips. She giggled as her fingers grazed over his beard pulling him back in for another sloppy kiss. They made out for a couple minutes as he ran his hand up her thigh to grab her butt.

“Mmmm miss me already?” she asked jokingly.

“I was deprived from my baby for 5 days…” he bite her bottom lip causing her to let out a hushed moan.

“I have a lot to make up for…” he slipped his tongue back into her mouth as he continued rubbing his fingers up and down her thigh.

“We have dinner reservations,” she mumbled.

“I pushed it back…I gotta make my girl cum at least 2 more times.” He groaned feeling her wet pussy against his skin. She felt her cheeks flush as her eyebrows raised with anticipation.

“What?” He cooed in her ear.

“Can’t handle it?”

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nattyslover · 6 months

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Master (Anakin Skywalker smut)

A/N: Well, I’m alive. Sorry that I haven’t been posting anything, I’ve been drowning in my animation homework and attempting to do a few side projects of my own. Who knew drawing so much could affect how much I can write? Anyways, here is this smut. It’s taken me forever to write so hopefully you all enjoy. ~Breezy

Warnings?: SMUT (just smut really), master/apprentice themes

Training under Anakin had its upsides, he was generally a pretty knowledgeable master and typically was a bit more relaxed than the other masters. You had grown close to your master, though it felt a bit strange seeing as though you were nearly the same age and he was of much higher ranking than you. Most nights after training you went back to your room, shielding your thoughts of him, you couldn’t think this way of him, no Jedi could think this way. It wasn’t right. Day after day, night after night, all your thoughts began to build up and pile up in your mind. Your first mistake, distraction.

Heading down the hallway towards the training room, you tried to clear your thoughts, for the last few days your thoughts had progressively gotten worse. Your innocent thoughts had begun to change into something a little more, interesting. The night before your last training session, a thought came to your mind, one that made you core wet. The thought of his head between your thighs made your stomach twist with delight, Anakin was good at running his mouth and you were sure that he could use his mouth for something much better. Though you knew these thoughts were wrong, you could keep them from escalating to something much more, erratic. Thoughts of him going down on you turned into him pinning you to the floor of the training room and making you his. Nothing had turned you on more than the thought of your master on top of you. The thought had crossed your mind, was this the pull to the dark side? Why did the dark side have to tempt you so much?

Trying to throw those dirty thoughts aside, you enter the training room where your master was waiting for your arrival.

“Sorry I’m late master, I overslept,” you say as you walk towards him, he shrugged towards you. He normally wasn’t so quiet, it left you to feel a tiny bit worried.

“Master is everything alright?” you question, he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in,

“Yes, everything is fine. Just thinking about something Obi-Wan spoke to me about,” he states looking at you, he was thinking about something his master said… That was unusual. Though Obi-Wan and Anakin were on good terms with each other, you had heard stories about the times the two Jedi would often bicker with each other. It was enjoyable to hear about the way they would bicker and how Anakin would completely ignore him no matter what he said.

The training was nearly halfway done though it felt like it had only been a few minutes considering the thoughts that were running through your mind. You had tried desperately to push them away and to rid your mind of the image of such indecent things. With your mind being too occupied, you knew your training wasn’t going as it normally went. It was clear your mind wasn’t focused on the task at hand,

“(Y./N), you’re clearly not concentrating on your training. So what are you thinking about that is so important?” he questioned as he stepped back for a moment, you tried not to freeze at his question.

“It’s nothing Master, I’ve just been having these strange dreams and they seem to be lingering is all,” you say, though it wasn’t a full lie it still felt strange to say that to your master. He raised his eyebrow before looking at you,

“Sit with me and tell me,” he said looking at you with a serious look, you took a breath before shaking your head,

“I don’t think that this is very important Master,” you began looking at your Jedi master, he rolled his eyes,

“Who do you think I am? Obi-Wan? I can see something is bothering you and I want to know what’s wrong,” he states seriously, “Sit,” he said one more time. Your body began to tremble before you sat across from him,

“Now tell me, what’s wrong,” he says, you didn’t want to speak you sat in silence for a few moments, the air was filled with tension. You gazed stayed at your hands, you didn’t dare look at him while you thought about what to say. Anakin sighed at your silence,

“I think I know what’s the problem,” he says slowly as he keeps his eyes on you, you stayed silent, there is no way…

“Obi-Wan had warned me that this may happen,” he began with a small sigh, “He warned me about the way you had been looking at me and the slight tension in the air,” he explained, he let out a long sigh,

“You know that this is against the Jedi way,” he states, you glance up at him, why would he say that? You knew he hated the way the Jedi Council thought. There was another pause of silence,

“I’m sorry master,” you say softly, he cringed,

“Don’t call me that…” he said slowly, his eyes closed, “I might do something I regret,” he growled lowly, your eyes went wide. Did he think the same thing you did? You were, once again, left speechless, what did he mean?

“Ma- Anakin…” you trail, “I honestly didn’t mean for this to turn into this,” you mumble lowly, “Starting tomorrow I will make sure that these thoughts have completely left my mind,” you say but he shook his head,

“No,” he looked you straight in the eye, “No matter how hard you try these thoughts will never go away, you have already started to be seduced by the power of the dark side,” he mumbled lowly, “Why not take the next step then?” he said as he stood to his feet, “Or do you not want this?” he questioned looking at you, you could tell his intentions and dear god did you want him. You slowly stood to your feet,

“We shouldn’t go together~” you began but he stopped you,

“Don’t worry about that, no one will question us,” he stated as they both of you headed down the long hallway. Once you entered his room he had you pinned against the door,

“So tell me, what is it that you desire most, apprentice?” he questions lowly his voice came out as almost a growl. You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out, he chuckled,

“Oh I see,” he began as he leaned closer, his eyes now filled with lust. You weren’t sure what he had planned. He leaned closer to you, his breath fanned against your face,

“A-Anakin,” you mumble lowly but he stopped,

“No,” he grumbled, “It’s master now,” he growled lowly, a soft moan left your lips hearing that come from him. His lips smashed against yours in a desperate act of lust as your tongues fought against each other. You had only ever dreamt of what this felt like, it was amazing.

You snapped from your thoughts when you back hit the soft surface of his bed. The idea of him stripping you slowly crossed your mind quickly, but never had you thought would he actually be this way,

“Your thoughts are loud, apprentice,” he whispered in your ear as he slowly undid your robes. He could read minds? Was that even possible? He chuckled as he kissed down the side of your neck,

“There are lots of things we can do, yet the council tells us not too,” he said as he began to undo his own robes. His hands began to caress your body, taking his time to start anything. A soft whine escaped your lips as his hands caressed your chest, no one had ever touched you like this before, it was foreign yet you had a feeling that once he began you wouldn’t want him to stop. He leaned down, his lips attaching to your neck leaving soft kissing down towards your collarbone gently nibbling every so often. You let your hands weave into his hair, a soft moan escaped your lips as he nibbled on your neck. He stopped,

“You will have to be quiet for your master, do you think you can do that?” he questioned; you nodded slightly, pink dusting on your cheeks.

“Please master, I can’t wait any longer,” you beg as the ache between your legs grew. He froze in his spot, hearing those words come from you made him stop, if you kept that up he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He began to take off your robes, slowly letting his hands caress you leaving you a panting mess. His lips began kissing down your body until he was face to face with your core.

“Now, should I make you wait or should I take you right now?” his voice low and gruff, a soft whine once again leaving your lips.

“I could leave you here, make you beg for me,” the thought of you sitting there waiting for him made you moan.

“Master please, don’t make me wait,” you whimper as you fought the urge to buck your hips against him. He grinned darkly as he looked down at you,

“You’re right, why wait when I can have you right now.” he rid himself of the rest of both of your clothing. His hand trailed your body, reaching your core before sliding two fingers into your core. Holding back a loud moan you ground your hips against his hand. He didn’t wait to start moving his hand, setting a fierce pace that turned you into a moaning mess. It didn’t take long for the knot to form in your stomach,

“A-Anakin, I’m so close,” you cry out as he continued his pace, it was clear he wasn’t going to stop. His lips smashed to yours as he added a third finger and sped up his pace. Moaning against his lips you came on his hand. He pulled away causing you to pant in an attempt to catch your breath. Anakin shifted slightly to line himself up with your entrance. Slowly he pushed himself into your, inch by inch he entered you until he bottomed out. A silent moan left your lips, Anakin was motionless for a few minutes letting you adjust before he began to slowly move. You tried to hold back the moans that were threatening to spill from your lips, a few whimpers escaping as his pace began to pick up.

“F-Faster,” you moaned out as you wrapped your legs around his waist, he groaned at the request but happily began to move faster.

“You feel so good (Y/N),” Anakin moaned in your ear, “So tight,” he groaned as his pace picked up more. The familiar knot forming in your stomach, you were coming closer to your high and you could tell Anakin was close too.

“I’m so close Anakin,” you whine as you buck your hips up against his,

“Me too,” he groaned, “Cum for me apprentice,” he demanded in your ear, those words where all you needed to hear before the knot snapped, smashing your lips to his in attempt to silence your moan as you came. Quickly Anakin followed after you, a groan left his lips as he came. The two of you laid there for a few minutes lips still attached, it was a moment before you pulled away to catch your breath. Looking at each other, a small smile formed on his lips,

“I know that this can’t happen but I do love you, (Y/N),” he said lowly as he laid next to you,

“I-I love you too Anakin,” you say cuddling into his side as you close your eyes and slowly drift asleep.

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nattyslover · 6 months

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I'm insane, but I'm your baby

Dark!Bucky x Reader (age gap au)

Run-through: You broke things off with Bucky shortly after you realised that he was quickly becoming overly emotionally reliant on you. And you were not ready for that kind of commitment. Besides, when you and Bucky first got together, the rule was no emotional bond at all. It was all just transactional, exciting, and fun. But then he changed. And you didn’t realise just how much you meant to him… until he showed you.

Themes: ex-sugarbaby!bucky, dark!bucky, obsessive!bucky, sugarmommy!reader, mild MDLB (nicknames only), possessive!bucky, switch!bucky, smut, brief somno, bondage, praise kink, reader gets referred to as “mommy” a lot, dub con, manipulation, age gap (Bucky is in his twenties, Reader is in her late thirties), gun play, mentions of stalking and violence

a/n: warning – dark fic, pls read the themes carefully and do not consume media that makes you uncomfortable.

You knew he was already in your house the moment you walked in.

Firstly because that was his car outside, parked near the driveway fountain. Secondly, because he’d been doing this for a whole week now. Ever since the two of you broke up, he’d show up at your house whenever he wanted.

He still had copies of the keys you’d given him. And he acted like a brat each time you asked for the keys back. What if I left something and I desperately needed it? He’d argue. You were a busy woman, head of and handling family businesses and some of your new ones as well so you rarely had enough time to argue over keys with a young man who refused to act his age.

Part of his bratty behaviour was your fault, you knew that. He was already spoiled when you met him – typical rich boy who rebelled against his rich parents whenever he wanted. But then when he met you, he became a total brat. You spoiled him even more than his family did – cars, trips, jewellery, a penthouse in whatever city he wanted, everything he’d asked for, you gave it to him.

In return, he was at your beck and call. He often joked about how you trained him like a loyal puppy. You laughed, because it was true. Whenever you called, he came running to you.

Your ‘relationship’ was perfect in the beginning. It was fun, and an amazing way for you to unwind and get away from the hectic work life. But then, Bucky got clingy. Emotionally clingy. And you tried to talk to him about it, but he would just act up and refuse to listen. Or, most of the time he’d just distract you with his amazing body.

So you went with the flow for a couple of more months, before about a week ago you sat him down and broke things off. Of course it wasn’t easy. Bucky was especially bratty about it and was having none of it. But eventually stormed out of your house.

He was back the very next day, begging and pleading for you to take him back. You asked him to leave. Then he was back the following day, same old story. Then the day after that, he’d let himself into your house while you were still at home. You’d asked him to leave.

And he’d been repeating this bullshit for a whole week now. You were tired. Your days at work weren’t particularly easy. You had a huge staff to manage, meetings to attend, everything rested on your shoulders. All you wanted was some quiet time when you got home but no. A certain blue eyed young man, previously your sugarbaby, wouldn’t leave you alone.

You sighed as you walked further into your house. Dropping your keys and shoes in the foyer as you walked towards the kitchen. And there he was.

Wearing nothing but dark grey sweatpants. Smooth, tatted skin exposed. With his bare, muscular back to you, cooking something like he was completely at home in your space. Well, he did live here with you for the last few months.

You watched him for a moment as he moved with ease in your kitchen. Fuck, why did he have to be so irresistible? Especially in this kitchen, where you’d fucked countless of times…

“What are you doing?” You asked, once you were done eye-fucking him.

Bucky turned to look at you with a sly grin on his face. He lowered the flame, wiped his hands on a nearby tea towel and made his way over to you.

You couldn’t even push him away as he held you in his muscular arms. You could feel the dampness on his skin, like he’d just gotten out of the shower. Surely he even used your gym as well.

He nuzzled your cheek, “Hi mommy,” He whispered, “How was your day?” He kissed along your cheek, then down your neck. So slowly you felt yourself slipping under his spell again.

But then you recovered and carefully stepped out of his embrace. Ignoring the hurt on his pretty face at you pulling away, you asked again, “What are you doing, Bucky?”

“Making you dinner.” He answered, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist again, “Your favourite pasta.” He smiled down at you, then leaned in to kiss your nose. “Want some wine while you wait for it to be done?”

You sighed, pulling away again. “Bucky, I don’t like having to kick you out all the time.” You stated, looking him right in those puppy dog, ocean blue eyes. “But enough is enough. Give me my keys and please,” You tried not to sound too harsh, “Please leave. You and I, we’re done. I can’t… I can’t give you what you want, and we agreed on that. So please, leave.”

He was quiet. So were you. It was tense, heavy, emotional silence. You were tired of always breaking his heart like this. Why couldn’t he just understand?

“But I thought…” He crossed his arms, his muscles looking even bigger this way. “Did you never love, or care about me?” His tone suddenly softened.

You sighed for probably the tenth time. “Bucky, this again?”

He gave you the innocent, puppy dog eyes again. “I just… I thought we had something, mommy.” He whispered, sounding like a lost puppy, “Didn’t we?” He inched closer, his body heat wrapping around you. “Didn’t we, mommy?” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver. “Don’t you remember how good we were together?”

You almost gave in again… almost. “Get out.” You said.

He pulled away, surprised and frowning at the coldness in your calm tone. “Wha… what?”

You almost felt bad. “You heard me. Get out.” You repeated. “Don’t make me call security.”

He reluctantly left.

You heard the purring of his car engine gradually fade, and the alarms signalled that the gates were shut again.

You went to the stove and turned it off, the food already ruined. You cursed under your breath because you knew this wasn’t the last time. Bucky could be adamant when he wanted something.

Or someone.

—

Much to your surprise, he didn’t show up the next day. Or the day after that. And just when you thought he was finally out of your life… you dreamt of him one day. Even in your dreams he was not ready to let you be.

You dreamt of him in your room, in your bed. His soft hair brushing against your face as he kissed all over your jaw and neck… nibbling on your skin.

He chuckled when you let out a sigh of pleasure. “I know, mommy.” He kissed along your exposed neck. “I know you didn’t mean it when you said we were done the other day,” He whispered, brushing his lips against yours, “See? Even in your sleep your body still wants me.” He sounded pleased. Mischievous.

“So beautiful… and all mine.” You felt his phantom hands brushing against your thighs… like he always did whenever he woke up in the same bed as you.

He always took full advantage of the fact that you slept in the nude. And you lived for those moments, those slow mornings filled with endless kisses and caresses and cuddles, and him being brat and not wanting you to leave the bed, or him. You dreamt of his lips kissing down your neck, down your chest, down your torso…

He chuckled again, his boyish laughter echoing in your head. “You’re all wet for me, mommy.” He noted. He was right. You could feel it. Dreams always heightened every sense so you were fully aware of the wetness in between your thighs.

He kissed your hips, whispering, “Your baby boy is hungry, mommy…” He kissed right above your clit, warm breath making your body come alive even in dreams. He always had a talent of making your body sing whenever he touched you.

Then his warm tongue licked along your slit, his hands spreading your things apart to give him better access. Your hand moved lazily, fingers ready to slide into his hair… even in your dreamy fantasies you assumed his hair would be silky soft… but you couldn’t quite move your arm.

That was the equivalent of warning bells ringing. You opened your eyes, no longer dreaming, and gasped in surprise as you not only found Bucky in between your legs but your hands were tied to the headboard. With one of his expensive ties.

“Bucky…” His name sounded more like a soft moan as he shamelessly tasted you, eating you out passionately, giving you his all.

At the sound of his name, he looked up. Held your stare as he lazily circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, then said, “Morning, mommy. How did you sleep?”

“What…” You sounded breathless as his finger slowly slid inside you, stroking that spot inside you that he knew all too well. Fuck, this was sweet torture… “What are you doing?”

He chuckled, finger-fucking you lazily. “Waking you up, of course.” He frowned playfully. “What does it look like I’m doing? Hmm?” He pressed another kiss to your throbbing clit before he nuzzled the space between your hips, “How dare you keep this away from me, huh? How dare you keep yourself away from me, mommy?”

You were too overwhelmed to speak. Hands tied above your head, his finger and tongue in between your legs… each time you opened your mouth to speak, only moans escaped. No coherent sentences.

“Bucky!” You cried out when he made you come the first time. He just chuckled and showed no sign of stopping. He added another finger and kept stroking that spot inside you, his tongue kept teasing your clit until you came a second time. “Bucky, please…” You begged.

He looked up this time, smiling like a devilish, blue-eyed, young god. “Yeah, mommy?”

“Please just… untie me.” You whispered, breathlessly.

He chuckled, in that boyish way of his. “No? Cause then you’ll just pull away from me.” He reasoned. “I like you like this, all nice and open for me.” He said, “I really missed this, I didn’t even touch myself because… because that’s your job, isn’t it?” He rambled, fingers still slow fucking you. “You can’t just kick me out and stop caring for me just cause you feel like it, mommy.” He frowned, in a way you’d always found both bratty and adorable. “Don’t you see? Don’t you see I need you?”

You sighed and whined as he made you come once more before removing his fingers from you.

“Did you hear me?” He asked, kissing his way up your body, “Your baby boy needs you, mommy.” He whispered as he nuzzled your neck.

You had no choice but to play along, ignoring the way your body, traitor that it was, craved him still. “Baby,” You whispered, “I need you to untie me, okay?”

“No.” He said in that bratty voice of his.

You groaned internally. This is what you get for fucking around with clingy, younger men. “Baby, please.”

He pulled away to look down at you. His glorious body hovering above yours. Bare chest, only black sweatpants today. “You won’t pull away?”

“No.” You answered, truthfully.

“And you won’t ask me to leave?”

“No, baby.” You were beginning to hear that familiar bratty tone in his voice. He could get whatever he wanted when he got in moods like these.

He smirked, with nothing but a glazed, determined look in his pretty eyes. “Good,” He said, then reached behind him and pulled out his silver handgun. A very familiar handgun. Damn you, another silly purchase. This one even had his initials engraved on it. Bucky chuckled when he saw the look on your face, “Oh I would never hurt you, mommy. This is just… precaution.”

You nodded, holding his stare. You said nothing as he brought the gun closer to your chin. The cold barrel pressed against your skin as he dragged it downwards. Your heart raced faster than it ever had. Bucky’s eyes followed the trail of the gun as yours remained fixed on his face.

Then he said, “Do you remember when you gave this to me?” He stopped the barrel right in between your breasts. “Do you remember how much fun we had that night?” He smirked, dragging the barrel further down your body.

You hissed as the cold barrel pressed against your wet folds. Bucky had a heated look in his lust-drunk, now hooded eyes as he slid the tip of it up and down your folds, coating the barrel with your wetness.

You squirmed under him, instinctively grinding against it. It felt immoral, chasing that feeling. Fuck.

“Look at you, mommy.” He mumbled. “All of this for your baby boy, huh?” He brought the now wet barrel to his mouth, opening his mouth to let his pink tongue out. He held your stare as he licked it clean. That sinful tongue of his tasting you again. “You always taste so fucking good…” He tossed the gun aside once he was done proving his point.

Your mind was a mess. Torn between giving in to desire and lust, or side with rational thinking.

“Open your mouth, mommy.” He whispered, leaning in until his face was just inches above yours.

When you did open your mouth, he spat in it before leaning in to give you an orgasmic kiss. Messy, wet, warm… your body tingled under him. His warm skin pressing against yours. Bucky reached up and untied your wrists.

Instead of trying to put some distance between your bodies, you found your hands reaching for him. Your fingers sliding into his hair as he moaned into your mouth. “Fuck… mommy,” He whimpered, holding you closer and kissing you deeper. “More,” He groaned, “I want more.”

Your bodies moved into position instinctively. Your legs spread just enough for him to settle in between them.

You had forgotten just how sensitive you were from earlier, so you hissed in pleasure and pain as he slid all the way in.

You saw panic in his eyes for a moment as he calmed you down, cradling your head and kissing your face. “Shh, shh, hey,” He whispered softly, “It’s just me,” He said, kissing your lips, “It’s just your baby boy, mommy. Open up for me, that’s it, there you go…” He moaned as he pulled out and pushed back in again.

You swore as Bucky moved his hips expertly, slipping in and out of you with ease. Soon, he was slamming into you, his movement animalistic and unrestrained much like his feelings. He was relentless, taking what he wanted, how he wanted.

“Buck…” You whined, giving up and just letting him pleasure you.

Bucky slammed in and out of you continuously, moaning and grunting in the process. “You feel so good, mommy.” He murmured as he increased his pace, fucking into you mercilessly as your legs locked around him.

Your thoughts were a mess yet again as you felt your vision getting blurry with each passing second. You squirmed in pleasure as both his hands gripped your hips, pulling you into him, hard, each time he filled you up. “Baby…” You moaned.

“I know, I know,” He pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “Tell me I feel good inside you,” He whispered, “Tell me I fuck you good, mommy.” Damn him. He knew just what made you lose your mind and he used them all to his advantage, making you fall under his spell just like that.

He sped up, rocking his hips harder against yours when he noted that you weren’t doing as he asked. His hand reached around to grab your throat carefully. He squeezed gently, speeding up into you as he looked straight into your eyes, your soul. “Tell me I fuck you good.” He said, jaws clenching and a vulnerable look in his eyes.

You gripped the bed sheets as he pounded into you. “You… you feel so good, baby.” You mumbled, Bucky leaned down and pressed his soft lips against yours as you whispered, “You fuck me so good.”

He smirked. “I know.” He sounded cocky as he said, “I know only I can make you feel this good, mommy.”

Your walls constricted around him, hard enough to make him go faster. Bucky pounded into you harder than before, the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the room. He took you higher, and higher, and higher until you felt tears escape your eyes.

“Baby…” you were breathless, unable to form coherent words as he fucked you silly.

“Come for me, mommy.” He groaned, giving you a messy kiss as he moaned some more against your mouth, “Come for me…”

You let the pressure build inside you, before letting go, unable to hold back. More hot tears streamed down your face as Bucky kept pounding into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, chasing his own.

“Fuck, mommy,” He came with a loud groan, filling you up with his cum yet again. You caught your breath as he leaned down to kiss you again. Kissing all over your face, down your neck and your shoulder. “That was so good,” he whispered, “See how good we are?” He caressed your face, “Why do you want to throw this away, huh?” He kissed your forehead.

Then he looked over at your bedside table and chuckled.

“Look at the time,” He sounded calm and normal again. “You’re gonna be late for work, mommy.” He giggled, kissing your cheek, “Want me to drive you? We could grab breakfast on our way.”

Your brain was too foggy for you to string together words or sentences so you just nodded and whispered, “Okay.”

—

After that morning, it was back to being as if you’d never broken up in the first place.

Each time you even try to say something regarding your relationship, Bucky would shut you up with a mind melting kiss. His skilled tongue and hands could make anyone forget anything.

You’d wake up each day to find flowers on your bedside. Breakfast was always already made. And Bucky was always ready to drive you to work.

You decided to bring this whole situation up one day while he was driving. “You know we can’t keep doing this, right Bucky? We can’t… you can’t keep acting like this.” You looked at him, sunglasses hiding his pretty eyes, jaws clenched, that tight black t-shirt hugging his muscular body…

Bucky sent a quick glance your way, smirked, placed his hand higher up your thigh and asked, “What are you talking about?” He was so fucking good at acting oblivious.

“This, Bucky!” You gestured to all of him. “All of this. You refusing to leave, you driving me to work.” You listed. “We ended whatever was between us,” You stated. “Why are you being like this?” You lowered your tone, realising that reasoning with him was futile.

He didn’t say a word. He kept driving, kept his warm hand on your thigh. His touch was as electric as always. His calm demeanour was nothing but a façade, and you knew. He was like a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.

And he did.

When he pulled into the underground parking lot of your office building, he grabbed your wrist before you could get out of the car.

“Let go, Buck. I’m getting late for a meeting.” You told him.

He took his sunglasses off, tossed them aside and said, “You’re the boss. There’s no such thing as the boss being late.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Fine, what do you want?”

“You.” He answered, leaning closer as he tugged on your arm to bring you closer to him. Fuck he smelt good. “You’re all I want, mommy. No expensive gifts, no trips, no cars, nothing.” He whispered, brushing his lips against your cheek. “Just you. All of you.”

You groaned, pulling away a little. “I can’t give you that.” You explained. “I have a busy life, I can’t commit, I cannot be in a normal relationship, I can–,”

He cut you off, tightening his grip in your wrist. “Is there someone else?” He questioned, again with that glazed look in his eyes. “Hmm? Is there some… Steve?”

You frowned, “How do you know Steve?”

Bucky smirked, “I went through your phone after you fell asleep last night.” He confessed with no shame. “He texts you quite a lot, doesn’t he? He’s a bit too flirty to be just an employee, mommy.” Bucky spoke, low and deep. “Who is he?”

“No one.” You answered truthfully. Sure, Steve could be a little flirty sometimes. But he was amazing at his job and you couldn’t lose him so you ignored his flirty comments and texts as one does. He was indeed no one though. “Just an employee, Buck.” You said, quite annoyed. “Don’t fucking touch my phone again.”

He subtly flinched at the coldness in your tone. “Sorry, mommy.” He murmured. He looked genuinely apologetic for a moment. “I… I saw someone kept texting you late at night and,” He let go of your wrist and slid his hand in between your thighs, “I had to see who it was.”

Yeah. Pencil skirts around him? Bad idea.

But his hand felt so good. His fingers sliding up and down the flimsy material of your thong. You gasped as he slid a finger into you easily. “Oh damn you, Bucky.”

He chuckled darkly into your ear. “Do you like him?” He asked, sliding another finger inside you, making you roll your hips, thrusting into his hand. “Do you let him touch you?”

“No,” You whined. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, keeping his hand in between your legs as you moaned. “He’s… no one.”

“He better be no one,” Bucky whispered, kissing down your neck as he finger-fucked you. “Otherwise…,” He gently nibbled on your skin, “You know I always keep my gun on me, mommy.”

You gasped in shock and pleasure. “Bucky, please.”

“I will never hurt you,” He whispered. Then chuckled almost maniacally. “You know I will never hurt you. But that doesn’t mean I won’t get rid of whoever tries to come between me and my mommy,” He said, thrusting his fingers rapidly in and out of you. “You’re mine.”

The interior of the car was heating up. The air was dense and hot, your heart was racing as he touched you, taking you higher and higher… until he stopped abruptly. Pulled his fingers out of you and popped them in his mouth, shamelessly moaning at your taste.

You almost came at the sight of it.

You didn’t realise your hand had subconsciously started making its way in between your legs, seeking to alleviate the sweet pain there, until Bucky slapped your hand playfully and said, “Stop that. That’s my job.”

That broke you out of whatever spell you were under. “Why’d you… why did you stop?” You questioned, breathing heavily.

Bucky smiled, kissed you on the forehead and said, “I have to keep you wanting more, mommy.” He kissed your mouth, gently. “I’ll pick you up later. Just give me a call, okay?”

And just like that, he avoided confronting the situation at hand. Again.

—

A few days later, by some miracle, you’d managed to talk Bucky out of dropping you and picking you up from work each day.

But of course, he didn’t agree to that out of reason. No, he needed to see something.

You were unaware of it but Bucky had gotten access to most of the security cameras placed in your office building. The underground garage, your personal office, your assistants’ offices, the lobby, everything.

He did it to keep an eye on you at all times. All because he wanted you safe all the time. And anytime you were out of his sight, his heart was restless. This was the only way he could be at peace.

But also, he needed to keep an eye on this Steve.

—

One evening you came home, and the house was eerily quiet.

No dinner cooking. No extravagant flower arrangement waiting for you in the foyer. No cheesy notes. Nothing.

The silence was the opposite of peaceful. You walked cautiously inside your own home, looking for the cause of this tension in the air. The kitchen was empty. So was the sunroom. And that left…

There he was. Sitting in your lavish living room. Manspreading on a sofa with a drink in his hand and… his gun in the other hand.

You stopped and froze immediately. “Bucky?” You called out, given he was staring at the ground rather than at you. He didn’t reply so you tried again, “Baby? What is it?”

He looked up this time. Whatever his moods were, he could never resist those nicknames coming from your mouth. He took one last sip of his drink, whiskey it seemed, placed the glass on the carpet and said, “I thought you said he was just an employee.”

Your heart sank. You knew who he was referring to. “He… he is.”

“Oh?” He tilted his head to the side as he pulled his phone out, tapped a few times before turning the screen towards you and there it played. Footage of you and Steve from earlier, saying goodbye to each other.

In the video, you could clearly see yourself smiling and laughing at whatever Steve was saying. Then out of nowhere, Steve leaned in and kissed your cheek before whispering a goodbye and wishing you a good weekend.

You looked back up into Bucky’s eyes. They were empty. Like there was no soul behind them, nothing just betrayal, anger, and hurt. “It’s not–,”

“You said he was just an employee.” Bucky repeated, leaning back against the sofa. “Then why the fuck was he touching you? Hmm? Kissing your cheek? Why did you let him touch you, mommy?” His calm voice made you shiver.

“How did you… have you been watching me?” You asked, taking a step closer to him, only the coffee table separated you.

He was quiet. Cocky pout on his pink lips. You noticed the slight stubble on his cheeks and how much older they made him seem. More broody even.

“You can’t do this.” You spoke softly, trying not to aggravate the situation. “You can’t invade my privacy like–”

He cut you off. “Oh please,” he pouted like the brat he was. “I’m your baby boy, aren’t I, mommy? Can’t I care about you? Can't I keep an eye on you when you’re away?”

“Bucky… this is too far–”

He cut you off again. “Too far?” He chuckled in that humourless way. “You think I’ve gone too far?” He stood up, he was in no way drunk.

His movements were calculated, steady, and commanding. He walked around the expensive coffee table and stopped just inches away from you.

“You’re lucky you couldn’t hear the thoughts that crossed my mind when I first saw him kissing you, mommy.” He leaned in and breathed in your scent. “He was this close to you, wasn’t he?”

“Bucky,” You tried not to let your voice sound shaky. “Please…

“Tell me why I shouldn't go back and…” He brought his gun up in front of your face, “mess with him a little.” He scoffed. “How dare he touch you? Hmm?” Bucky brought the barrel up to your face and trailed it down your cheek. “Doesn’t he know you’re mine?” He whispered. “Doesn’t he know only I get to touch you?” He scoffed. “Or am I your secret, mommy? Huh? Do you not tell people about me?”

You gasped as the cold barrel trailed down your neck, and disappeared into your shirt, lightly grazing the tops of your breasts. His lips brushed against your neck next, kissing his way leisurely up and down.

You were a mess. You were scared but you knew he would never hurt you. You thought, maybe if you hadn’t been so harsh when it came to breaking up with him out of nowhere, maybe he wouldn’t be like this right now… right?

His hands quickly undid your top buttons as he kissed his way down to your cleavage. He let out a soft, vulnerable moan as he tasted your skin. The sound of it almost made you slide your hands into his hair to tug on it. Almost.

“Bucky,” You whispered breathlessly, “You can’t do that. You can’t hurt him just because he kissed me goodbye.”

He scoffed, pulling away to look into your eyes. His pretty blue eyes were still vacant. “I can. I might.” He said, “You know I would do absolutely anything for you.” He brought the barrel of the gun and tapped it against your parted lips.

“No.” You insisted softly, “You can’t.”

“No?” He gave you his signature puppy dog eyes. “Tell me why I shouldn't? Give me one good little reason, mommy.” He leaned in, his free hand touching you down your side. He knew your body too well. He knew you would be dripping for him if he just checked.

He went to do it, but chose to tease you instead, dragging his fingers up and down your inner thighs through the fabric of your skirt.

Oh damn him. Him and his intoxicating touch.

“Because I love you.” You finally slid your fingers into his hair. He closed his eyes momentarily, as if relishing the feeling of your touch against his scalp. “Just you.” You said, “It’s just you for me. He’s no one.”

For once, his eyes lit up. “You promise, mommy?”

“I promise baby boy, I promise.” You repeated. “Put the gun down.” You instructed. And when he did as you asked, tossing the gun aside, you said, “Now how about we forget about all of this and have one of our lazy nights, hmm? Just dinner, a movie, me and you?”

Bucky smiled, leaning in to nuzzle your cheek. His arms wrapped around you tightly. You couldn’t help but hug him back. The familiarity of his body made you burn. The touch of his skin against yours like the electricity you craved.

He whined as he nuzzled your neck. “I’ve missed you…” He whispered, unbuttoning the rest of your shirt before taking it off slowly. “Can I please have you? I need to feel you, mommy. Need to taste you… need to make you feel good.” He breathed into your ear, making your body shiver. “Please?” He begged.

You nodded and let him guide you over to the sofa. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap. He chuckled once you straddled him, pulling your skirt up as you undid his pants.

“I won’t let anyone come between us, mommy. No one. Ever.” He whispered, sliding his fingers between your legs and rubbing you where you needed him the most. He watched in awe as you gasped and moaned. Was there a prettier sight? He wasn’t sure there was. “You won’t leave me, would you?”

“No…” You gasped as he slid two fingers into you, stroking you until he brought you right over to that edge, and kept you there.

“Good.” He said, “‘Cause I’m crazy about you.” He chuckled, “You can’t blame me, though. Love does that to people.” He leaned in to kiss your neck, biting down on your skin playfully. “You know there’s nothing I won’t do for you, right?” He sped up his fingers, fucking you a little faster until he began to hear you make those soft little sounds he loved so much. The ones where you tried your hardest not to moan. “I will beg, worship, and plead…” He trailed off, stopped finger-fucking you for a moment, just to get your attention before adding, “...and I won’t hesitate to even kill for you, mommy.”

You whimpered. Fear and pleasure. There was a warning in his eyes. His glassy blue eyes, there was truth in them. And manic love. Obsession.

There was no other way for you to go about this situation so you took on your role. You reached up and carefully wrapped your hand around his throat, pushing his head back just a little. You stared into his eyes as you lifted your hips and positioned your hole to the tip of his hard cock.

“No killing. None of that, you hear me?” You said as you slowly sank down his cock. His lips parted as he exhaled shakily, your walls clenching around him for emphasis. “Do you hear me, baby?”

He let out one of his pretty whimpers and mumbled, “Yes, mommy.” Then he whined and cursed, “Oh fuck you feel so good.”

“Good.” You whispered, lifting your hips up and sinking down on him again. Repeating the movement until the two of you were groaning and gasping for air.

Meanwhile, his thoughts raced as you took his cock so perfectly. His perfect mommy. The love of his life. The woman who controlled every move, every emotion, every thing of his.

He smirked as he looked up at you, how you were riding him. Nice and slow, and passionate.

Bucky had to suppress a scoff. You really thought he’d let Steve go just like that?

Silly mommy…

Bucky might be the rebel son of his family, but his last name and generational wealth still spoke volumes. He had a little army of his own that he could command into doing anything. And they were currently… taking care of Steve on his behalf.

Not that you would ever know.

All you would know would be that on his way to work on Monday, Steve would have an unfortunate, terrible accident.

“Just you and me, right mommy?” He whispered in his lust-drunk haze as he looked up at you. You looked like a goddess. One he wouldn’t mind worshipping for the rest of his days.

You agreed. Unknowingly fueling his obsession. “Just us, baby.”

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Fin.

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Housewife Halloween (III)

Summary: Sam hates Halloween. When he catches his girlfriend dressed up and playing as his wife, he realises the day might not be so bad, after all. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader WC: 1.3k words Warnings: Stanford times. Fluff. Wife kink. Roleplay. Dirty talking. Orgasm control. Anal sex. Clothed sex. Degrading kink. Multiple orgasms. Unprotected sex. Aftercare.

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Sam pushed you to your feet, tossing you over the side of the couch and raising your skirt, licking his lips as he watched your pussy leaking under your plugged ass.

Fuck, he loved your ass.

He loved fucking it, slapping it, fucking biting it and watching it.

His eyes lingered on it for a moment, tempted into eating your ass out for the next hour, but his cock was throbbing, and you had stretched yourself for him as a good wife. He should honour that.

"Do you want to take the dress off?" you asked him, throwing him a look over your shoulder.

"Take it off?" he repeated, tapping the plug with the tip of his finger before slowly pulling on it and pushing back, earning a soft whine from you. "And waste all of the effort you put on dressing up so pretty for me?"

Finally, Sam pulled the plug all the way out, moaning to himself when he watched your asshole throbbing and squeezing around nothing.

"I would never do that," he grabbed his cock, and pushed into you, licking his lips and smirking when he saw your hands clenching on the seat in front of you, already moaning softly.

Fuck, you were so tight there. Even when with all the lube and your pussy's slick around his cock, it was still a tight fit.

"Fuck, wife," he grunted. "Your ass looks so pretty swallowing my cock, you need to see this."

You moaned, and his eyes moved to the side table, finding your phone right there.

Well, maybe you could see it.

Sam pulled it back and unlocked it, quickly getting on the camera and pointing at where his cock was pushing into your ass.

He continued to click and click, photographing everything until he was balls deep in your ass, taking slow breaths to control himself.

Fuck, he never imagined fucking your ass would be so good.

The two of you never really did it before now. Sure, Sam had fingered your ass a few times and talked about fucking you there, but it was a surprise that you had taken such a big step forward to get him to fuck you.

You moaned arching your ass up to him, whispering something he couldn't quite hear, and he grabbed you, thumbs digging into your round globes before he pulled his hips away, slowly fucking out and into you.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned.

"Sam," you whimpered. "Sam."

His balls hit your folds, and Sam licked his lips, feeling how wet you were just by that.

You continued to whimper and moan his name, lost, as if you didn't know any other word.

"Look at you, baby," he thrust into you harder. "Can't think of anything but me..."

He took his fingers to your cunt, teasing your entrance, and you moaned louder and darker.

"I fucking love it when I fuck you stupid," he pushed a single finger into your pussy, just teasing you, knowing this was just going to entice you. "Got your smart little brain dripping down your cunt, just like it should."

Your walls squeezed around his finger and his cock, sensitive and ready for him.

"Cause that's what my perfect wife has to be like, isn't it?" he cooed. "A set of holes for me to fuck and cum into... a pretty pussy for me to breed over and over again."

Sam took his finger away from inside you and slapped your clit with his wet hand, and thrust deep inside your hole, closing your eyes when it squeezed his cock and your moans became louder and into a little scream, and your whole body shook and convulsed under him, and you came, sobbing his name so loudly it made him wonder if the neighbours and people roaming outside in the street would hear you.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Such a good hole for me, cumming as I fuck your ass."

You just cried more, and he licked his lips, ready to test a theory.

How long had you been preparing for him? How long had you played with your ass and saved that orgasm for him?

So he slapped your clit again.

Your ass squeezed around his cock once more, squeezing him as your pussy gushed against his balls.

Fuck, he knew he could make you cum again just by slapping your clit. He knew you would make such pretty noises and would be such a little dumb crying little thing, cumming over and over again with just his hands, screaming his name, so loud everyone in Stanford would know he was the one to make you feel like that.

"Sam," you whined softly.

He would do it some day. But not now.

"Please," you cried out. "Please, cum inside, please, please."

Sam moaned deeper. Fuck, your ass was squeezing him so good.

"Please, husband," you panted. “Cum in my ass.”

His eyes closed at the name, and he did, cumming hard inside you as you moaned and panted, calling him your husband, over and over and over again.

Sam pulled you up and closer to him, turning your head and kissing your lips before taking his free hand down, playing with your clit to make you cum, not yet satisfied as his cock shot inside you.

"Sam," you whimpered into his lips.

"Husband," he grunted, moving tight circles around your bud. "I'm your husband."

You cried out, sounding more desperate.

"Cum for your husband," Sam pulled away from your mouth, hissing into your ear.

Your voice grew louder, breathless, and his fingers didn't stop until you were screaming and squirming, wigging in his arms, lost in pleasure.

He let you fall forward, lying back in the couch again, before pulling out of you, kneeling in front of you and spreading your ass cheeks.

Sam watched as his cum leaked from inside you, feeling something big and dark growing inside him, possessive of what he was seeing.

His lips moved to your pussy right after, licking and paying with your pussy before sucking on your swollen and sensitive clit.

"Sam!" you screamed.

He grabbed your hips before you could move away, devouring your pussy.

"Sam!" you sobbed, moving above him. "Please! It's too much!"

He moved himself away from your clit for a brief moment.

"You'll take what your husband gives you, wife," Sam grunted, moving right back to eat you out.

You screamed and shook, but he didn't stop, sucking and licking, knowing well what would make you cum.

The moment he shoved two fingers into your cunt, curling them against your g-spot, your body tensed completely and your pussy gushed against his face, squirting as you came for him again, weakly crying out his name.

He finally stopped, kissing your thigh before standing up and gently pulling you along with him, sitting on your lap as you whimpered, still quivering over him.

Sam moved his fingers through your hair, placing a soft kiss on your makeup stained cheek.

He held you silently, continuing to caress your hair and face, comforting you.

"You were so good," he kissed your temple. "I'm so proud of you."

You held his neck a little tighter, and Sam lifted you up, carrying you to your bedroom and caressing your thighs comfortingly.

"Do you need anything?" he asked.

"Want your shirt," you mumbled. "Don't want this dress."

Sam nodded and unbuttoned the back of your dress, helping you off your dress before doing the same to the skirts under it before taking off your bra, and kissed your forehead before pushing putting it all over a chair, not caring much about it now.

He gave you a bottle of water and kissed your temple before picking up his shirt - one you had stolen from him and was your favourite.

You nodded and lied down on the bed when he sat you on the mattress, spreading your legs and letting him clean the mix of your seed and your wetness from between your legs, and he just carried you along with him again when you wrapped your arms around him, so small he was using a single arm to support you as he threw the wipes away.

"Let's lay down," he kissed your cheek.

You nodded, still clinging to him as he lied on the bed, and only raised your eyes to his face when you were safely tucked into his chest.

"Was I a good wife, Sam?" you asked, softly.

"You are the best wife," he affirmed simply, reaching for you and kissing your lips before doing the same to your cheeks, nose and forehead. "You are perfect."

"You are the best husband," you whispered into his neck.

Sam just smiled, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, and his finger touched your ring finger briefly.

Hopefully one day, when life was a little easier, and he was a lawyer, and you were a nurse, he would make you his read wife, not just a Halloween one - though he was, indeed, staring to warm up for the holiday.

He heard a soft snoring sound from you and smiled to himself, realising you had fallen asleep already, and let himself drift asleep just as well, thinking of you with his ring on your finger as he did.

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Housewife Halloween (II)

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The living room wasn't far, but it was enough for Sam to pretend this was the big home you were meant to have, with the comfortable couch and big master room he would make sure to christen by fucking you on every single surface.

He could hear you organising everything, sounding as eager as you always did whenever he dangled something in your direction.

So when you walked into the room, he knew you were trying not to run in his direction.

"Come here," he patted his thigh. "Take a seat."

You strode to him happily, sitting on his thigh, and he could feel the many layers of your skirt patting the spot over your skin.

"You look so pretty," he took a hand up to your shoulder, caressing the side of the sleeve of your dress. "You put so much effort into your outfit, baby."

Your cheeks flushed under his eyes.

"I just wanted to look nice for you," you mumbled.

Sam smiled and caressed your hair.

"Thank you so much, princess," Sam spoke gently. "You are always such a good wife for me, always making me so happy."

He took his lips to your leg, kissing it again as he pushed a hand between your thighs, caressing them and taking his other hands to your breasts.

"Sam," you whined, squirming on his lap. "My kiss..."

He squeezed your thigh.

"Your kiss?" he teased, sucking on the sweet spot on your neck. "But I'm already kissing you."

Sam smirked and moved up again, your noses bumping against each other on the way.

"You gonna keep being a good wife for me?" he asked softly. "Uh?"

You nodded, breathless, reaching for him, but Sam pulled back the littlest bit, just so that you wouldn’t.

"You're gonna keep cooking for me? Have everything ready for me?" he continued. "Gonna keep that pussy waiting for me, just for me? My mouth, my fingers, my cock..."

You whimpered, arching your back and pushing your chest against the hand he still had fondling them.

"I'm yours, Sam," you whined. "I'm your wife."

Finally - fucking finally - Sam covered your lips with his, practically devouring you with his kiss, tongue invading your mouth as you moaned and hand pushing further into your skirt, squeezing your thigh.

You were his wife. All his.

"My pretty little wife," he bit your lip. "Are you wet for me, baby? Is your pussy wet for your husband?"

You panted, but he didn't wait for an answer, pushing your panties to the side and dipping a finger into your folds.

"Of course it is," he whispered against your lips, rubbing your clit slowly and very gently. "Always so, so ready for me."

Sam smirked and raised his eyebrows when you suddenly closed it, trying to soften and muffle your sounds.

"No, no, baby," he pinched your clit, making you jump. "I want to hear everything."

You whined, squirming on top of him.

"Can't," you bit your lower lip, eyes opening to watch his face. "Don't want the kids to hear, can't wake them up."

His voice was still tense, and he had to hold himself back.

The thought of you fat and pregnant, round with his baby, tits full and leaking milk to feed his children... fucking hell.

Sam picked you up, throwing you on the couch by his side and standing on his feet, undoing his belt.

"I'll shut you up with my cock, then," he pushed his pants down, pulling his dick out and watching as your pretty eyes grew big, full of desire.

"Open up," he commanded, voice only a little bit over a whisper.

Your lips parted slowly, and your tongue darted out when his cock approached them, licking this head and making Sam exhale loudly.

"Such a pretty mouth," he whispered, tracing your lips with his dick. "Made right to suck my cock. Maybe then you won't wake the kids with your slutty sounds, uh?"

You nodded, and he watched as you rubbed your thighs together.

"What's wrong, baby?" he teased. "Your pussy's empty?"

You nodded, eyes big and pleading.

"I've filled it too many times, princess," he teased, dipping his cock into your lips.

Before you closed your lips around it, he pulled away.

You pouted, and he chuckled, tapping your lower lip with it.

"You want my cock, princess?" he teased, upping in his condescending tone.

Your cheeks flushed, and you squirmed more.

"Don't make me beg again, daddy," you whined.

Sam shook his head, scoffing.

"Awn, I got such a needy little wife," he tapped on your lips again with his cock. "That attitude won't get you any cock, baby."

He pushed his cock into your lips again and pulled away, too entertained with your desperation. It was truly adorable to see you reaching and chasing for him, trying to get him into your mouth.

You whined loudly, staring with pleading puppy eyes, and he scoffed.

He was surprised, though, when your eyes drifted closed, and you sucked in a shallow breath.

Sam's gaze darted down, and his lips curled in a growl when he saw your hand moving slowly under your dress, playing with your pussy.

He reached down for your hands and pinning them behind your head, earning a defiant look for you, and held your face with his fingers.

"Such a brat," he growled. "Alright, princess. If you don't want to say it, I'll make you."

Sam could see your lips curling in a smile before he pushed his cock into them, fucking your throat and groaning when he felt you moaning around him, sucking him and swallowing down around him.

He fucked your mouth until you were drooling and he was dripping from your saliva, pulling away before he let himself too far.

"As up," he grunted and sat down back onto his seat. "Over my lap."

You complied with a little giggle, lying over his thighs, raising your ass when he flipped your skirt up, exposing your ass in some cute panties that barely covered your ass.

"You want to be spanked, then?" he grabbed your hair, pulling it to make you look at him. "That's why you're being such a brat?"

"I'm your little wife," you giggled, shaking your ass. "I'm a good wife."

Sam scoffed, moving a hand down to your ass, slapping your flesh several times and licking his lips as you arched up to get more of his touch, pretty hands squeezing the fabric of his pants.

He slapped you until your ass was red, and your panties were visibly damp, and ripped your panties, ready to finger your pussy, when his eyes caught sight of something shiny just above it.

A butt plug, with a pretty pink gem on the end.

"I'm a good wife," you raised your ass, exposing yourself more to his eyes.

Sam growled, taking his hand down to it and pushing the toy a little more into your eyes, hearing a soft moan from you.

"Such a good wife," he grunted.

He pulled it back a little and then forth, fucking you with it and watching as you panted, moaning, squeezing his pant legs.

"Did you plan to surprise daddy at your pretty party, baby?" he cooed. "Tease me there by telling me you got your little ass prepared for your husband to fuck?"

You whined, shifting your weight, and Sam spread his legs a little more, letting you readjust yourself to rub your clit on his knee.

"Wanted to give you a gift," you whimpered. "To thank you for coming with me to the party."

Sam watched as you moved against him, precariously rubbing yourself on him as he fucked your ass with the toy.

"But we are not going to the party," he remarked.

You whimpered, and he watched your ass squeezing around the toy, licking his lips at your desperate little sounds and taking the toy back, surprised at its size.

"I'll be too busy fucking my wife's ass all night long to even go there," he pushed it all back in.

Your moans grew louder, any faux fear of waking up the kids lost as you were clearly on the way to an orgasm.

"After all, you were so careful stretching your ass, baby," he continued. "You got such a big plug inside. You really wanted to have my cock in it."

Before you could cum, he pushed you out of the way, lifting you from his knee and slapping your ass.

He watched as you whined and stomped, frustrated, but just kept holding you down.

"Sit on me," he commanded. "Let's use that pussy to wet my cock before I get it in your ass."

You lifted your skirt and Sam held your hips, helping you line up on his cock and moaning when you sat on him, pussy so wet and slicky he just slipped right into place.

"Oh fuck," he grunted.

Your fingers clenched on his thighs as you sunk on him and Sam Sam breathed in and out.

"Seeing you in this dress, God," he moaned. “Just wanted to tear it off of you and fuck you on the floor."

You moaned and Sam squeezes your hip with a hand, steadying you.

"Daddy," you whined.

"The things you do to me," he pulled you closer, and both of your moaned when you sat completely on him, back flush against his chest.

He placed his hand on your chest, keeping you close before taking his fingers to your pussy, playing with your clit.

You fell completely against his chest, moaning as Sam fucked you, holding you as you threw your head back.

"My perfect, slutty, little wife," he sucked on your neck. "That's what you wanted, baby? Your husband's cock fucking you open?"

He knew he was going to mark your whole skin, thankful for the weather going cold. You certainly had a scarf or a turtleneck somewhere, anyway.

"So loud, wife," he pinched your clit.

You yelped, throwing your head back and moving your hips against him, meeting his thrusts.

"Sam," you cried. "Sam, please, please."

Your pussy squeezed around his cock as you panted, growing wetter and wetter, but he just squeezed your clit, merciless.

"No, no," he moaned. "It's husband."

You cried out.

"Please, husband," you begged. "Please, wanna cum."

Sam adjusted himself, fucking you harder. Fuck, he loved to make you messy, get your thighs covered in wetness before even letting you cum, to make you look as dirty as he knew you felt.

"No, baby," he pinched your clit, again. "Not now."

Sam stopped fucking you, holding you close, and stepped your pussy when you tried to fuck back on his cock.

"Daddy," you cried.

"You are gonna cum with my cock in your ass," he bit your earlobe.

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Pairings: Sam X Reader

Warnings: Sex, language, rough sex, car sex, oral male

Requested: I have a request if they're still open. Could you do a Sam × Y/N. Y/N has been extremely close with both boys. But has had nothing but bad luck & disappointment with relationships. Y/N watches Dean & Sam hook up, and she's so lonely. She gets so frustrated that the 3 of them argue & she ends up in a bar. Y/N ends up leaving with a strange man, but Sam comes up, acts like they're a couple & the guy leaves pissed off. Y/N asks why Sam would do that to her, cries that she's lonely & in desperate need for intimate contact. She turns to walk away, Sam grabs her from behind, ghosting his lips over her ear, "I know. But I want to be the man who makes you feel loved".....a little smut, spice, possibly ending up having sex in Baby. Dean finds them there in the morning. Sorry, this was so wordy. But thank you in advance if you could do this. ❤️

I did not proofread this so sorry for any mistakes.

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After the hunt you, Sam, and Dean were on, you laid down in bed. Your body hurt, your mind foggy, your core aching. Usually you don’t get horny after a hunt usually you want to sleep but this time? No. you wanted someone to fuck the stress right out of you. You have extremely bad luck with relationships usually they end in heartbreak, or someone mistreats you, or because of the job they leave. You never really had any good luck with relationships, so lately you’ve been super lonely. Dean and Sam usually go hook up with whoever they want, sometimes from all the motel room and sharing places you’ve walked in on them hooking up with people multiple times. They never walked in on you and why? Because you don’t hook up with people!

You let out a groan just thinking about how frustrated and annoyed you are. You just wish you could go to a bar and find someone, take them home, and get relief but it’s hard. Especially when you’re not the one night stand type. Sometimes all you wanted to do was sneak into Sam’s room and let him do whatever he wanted with you. You always had feelings for Sam but you both have terrible issues and you don’t think it’s a good idea to tell him especially if he didn’t have feelings for you. And honestly with him hooking up with girls like Dean, you’d say he doesn’t have feelings for you. If he did he’d be like you. Suffering.

You heard the bunker door open and close, followed by giggles and whispering. You rolled your eyes it was one of the boys with a girl. You sigh and stand up once you hear a door close, you go out in the hallway trying to hear where to giggling is coming from. You walk past Sam’s room and hear nothing. You stand in front of Dean’s and hear the giggling. You shake your head and walk back to Sam’s room just standing in front of the door. You’re trying decide if you should just bust in or just go back to your room. Fuck it.

“Sam?” You say opening the door peaking your head around the door. You fully open the door and are met with an empty room. Of course. You walk out to the map room in defeat. Your head snaps to the table when you hear moaning there Sam is fucking some bitch. Your mouth dropped in disbelief, that could be you! You feel anger bubbling inside you, they still haven’t even noticed you.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You yell making them both look at you. The girl covers herself up while Sam gets all flustered, he’s stuttering like an idiot trying to say words. You give him a death glare “get out” you say to the girl leaving the room, you can hear her stumbling around.

You go to Deans room and bang on the door.

“What?!” He yells mad he’s getting interrupted

“The girls gotta go” you say, you honestly don’t know why you’re doing this. Maybe because you want them to suffer like you? Maybe because you’re sick of seeing them hook up with people? Maybe because you’re just mad at yourself.

“Yeah okay” you hear Dean scoff you get even more angry you bust open the door

“Go” you say sternly to girl on top of Dean

“Y/n what the hell!” He snaps at you covering himself you roll your eyes still pissed and go back to the map room. You see Sam sitting there dressed and the girl gone. Thank god. You sit in the seat across from him just ready to snap out. You want to yell at him for not having sex with you, you want to ask what’s wrong with him or what’s wrong with you.

Dean comes out snapping, pissed you interrupted his fun time. You stare at him and listen to him go on and on, he eventually stops and takes a seat. You stand up looking at the two boys. Dean looks pissed Sam looks ashamed. You look around not sure what to say all you know is you’re pisses, you’re so frustrated you just wanna throw one of the boys on the table and fuck them, mostly Sam but that’s besides the point. You glare at them gathering your words together

“Here’s what’s gonna happen” you start, the boys just look at you. “I’m gonna go out and, find me some man to bring home. You both are going to go to bed and leave me alone.” You say “if you can do it so can I” you say angrily at the boys. Sam looks at you in shock, Dean just rolls his eyes muttering things under his breath leaving the room.

“That’s really what you want to do? That’s how you want to be?” He asks your blood boiling, you scoff at him.

“What you can do it but I can’t? I’m not being like anything.” You cross your arms over your chest “so I just have to sit here and suffer while you guys do whatever you want?”

“No! But come on y/n you’re better than that”

“And what? You’re not?” You say with attitude

“Y/n” he says not sure what to say

“I’m going Sam” you say sternly grabbing your things

“Don’t be a whore!” He yells out to you while you walk up the stairs, you look back at him very pissed.

“Fuck you” you say giving him the finger. Asshole.

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You’re at a bar far from the bunker, you’re sat on a stool looking around the place trying to find anyone attractive.

“Another please” you say to the bartender, she fills up your glass.

“So what’s wrong with you?” The bartender asks as she hands you back your drink.

“What do you mean?” You say giving her a confused look

“You haven’t stopped looking around since you got here. You hiding from someone?”

“No” you chuckle softly “I’m looking for someone” you say looking at your drink embarrassed

“Oh” she smirks “well that guy at the pool table hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you got here”

You look behind you at the man who was looking back at you. He’s cute. Muscles, nice hair, beautiful smile, dressed nice. You turn back around and look at the bartender. “He’s cute” you smile

“Hell yeah he is and he’s coming your way” she says turning around and walking away giving you privacy. You feel butterflies in your stomach, your heart starts racing as you hear the still next to you scratch across the floor.

“Hey” he says, you look at him. He’s even cuter up close

“Hey” you say back smiling

“I’m Mark”

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you”

“I uh noticed you across the bar” he says “I thought I’d come up and buy you a drink. Maybe talk?” He says he seems nervous. You look at your drink in front of you, you hold it up and take it all back.

“Now you can buy me a drink” you smile, he laughs at you calling the bartender over. She gives you a quick look and you nod letting her know you’re safe.

“Here you guys are” she smiles walking away again.

“So why are you here?” He asks

“Well to drink, have fun” you shrug “what about you?”

“I got dragged here by my friends” he chuckles “but I’m actually pretty happy they made me come” he says looking you up and down. You smirk at him feeling confident.

“Maybe you won’t be leaving with your friends” you wink taking a sip of your drink

“God, I hope not”

You spend an hour maybe more talking to this guy, he’s cool, he’s funny, he’s cute, and he’s open minded. Usually you hate taking people home, you hate one night stands. You’re making an exception for this guy. You’ve been flirting with each other, he actually made you more desperate for sex.

You cross your legs and shift a little in seat, before you can say anything you feel a muscular arm snack around your waist. You look up at Sam who is smiling at you.

“Hey babe” Sam says to you. You just look at him In shock.

“Babe?” You hear Mark ask very confused

“I’m Sam” Sam says to Mark “I’m her boyfriend”

“I-“ you stutter

“Oh, she didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend” Mark says getting up, you wanted to tell him to stay but you didn’t know what to say Sam really just embarrassed you.

“Wait!” You manage to get out “we’re not-“ you were cut off by Sam turning your head and kissing you. You heard Mark scoff but at that point you didn’t care.

“We’re together” he yells out to Mark making you shake your head in embarrassment. “Let’s go” Sam whispers in your ear grabbing your arm. Not wanting to be there anymore you follow him, first leaving a tip for your amazing bartender who is winking at you as you leave the bar with a man. As soon as you get outside and you’re walking towards Dean’s car you wiggle your arm free.

“Sam why would you do that?” You say on the verge of tears

“Because he was weird”

“Sam no he wasn’t!” You yell “Sam” you sigh “I’m just so lonely, all I do is work and sleep. I’m so tired of it being like that and lately all I want is some attention, I want sex. I see you and Dean having it all the time and I just lay in bed trying to sleep.”

“Y/n” Sam says quietly stepping closer to you, you back up.

“Sam you don’t understand.” You say tear falling down. You never really cry, you’re just so lonely it hurts. All you want is to have sex and forget about everything but once again you’re going home alone. You turn to walk away but Sam grabs you from behind, ghosting his lips over your ear,

"I know. But I want to be the man who makes you feel loved" you at Sam not sure what to even say.

“What?” You ask not sure how to respond.

His lips still by your ear your back to his chest. “I want to make you feel loved” Sam’s words sends shivers down your spine. He turns you around so your facing him. You’re in the middle of the bar parking lot but you don’t care, all you can see is him. He’s inches away from your face, his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. He leans down and kisses your lips sweetly. You gladly kiss back.

“Let’s get outta here” he says, you both get in the car. You want to say something to break the silence but you don’t really know what to say. Sam doesn’t know how you feel about him, Sam doesn’t know what you’ve been wanting to have sex with him for a very long time now. You look at Sam and notice he has a very serious look on his face.

“So you want sex?” He breaks the silence looking over at you.

“Yeah” you say he places his hand on your upper thigh

“What kind?” He says to you moving his hand closer to your heat. His words take you as surprise. “What kind of sex, sweet, loving, rough, hard” he keeps going. His fingers lightly touching your thong.

“Uh” you stutter “all” you say biting your lip. He looks over at you giving you a smile looking back at the road. You lean over to him “let me take care of you” you say in his ear placing your hand on his boner poking at his jeans. You have a long drive back might as well enjoy it. You undo his belt, unbutton his jean button and pull his zipper down. Sam lifts himself up so you can pull his jeans and boxers down.

You gasp when you see him, he’s so big you didn’t expect him to be that big. You hear him chuckle at your reaction. You lean your head down sucking on his tip causing him to groan. You feel his hand on the back of your head. You lick and suck the tip of him teasing him making him want more desperately. Sam bucks his hips trying to make you take more, you get more wet thinking about how he’s suffering now like you have been. Sam groans before his hand pushes your head down forcing you to take more.

“No teasing” he struggles to get out. You smirk to yourself, his hand loosens and you go back to his tip, licking down his shaft, now taking as much of him as you can. Your hand pumps what you can’t fit in your mouth. You bob your head up and down you can tell Sam wants to move with you but he really can’t because he’s driving. Sam lets out a loud grunt, you bring your other hand to his balls massaging them.

You hear Sam grunting, along with car noises, and quiet music on the radio. You can’t believe this is happening finally. You didn’t want it to happen this way but you’re happy it’s happening. Sam snaps you out of your thoughts by pushing your head down making you take him all. You choke and gag.

“That’s right be a good girl and take all of me” his words are like electric shocks all down your body. You hold your head there a few a seconds closing your eyes tightly. You move back so you can breathe going back to bobbing up and down. You look up at him and see his face is just blankly staring at the road, you can tell he’s trying to hold back moans. You slowly take him all again causing him to moan. You want to smirk but you can’t. You bob your head quickly up and down, moving your hands with you pumping whatever you can’t get. His breathing changes and you feel his dick twitch. You pull him out wiping your mouth, you look at him with a smirk on your lips.

“What why?” He asks confused

“Karma” you say still smirking, you recline your seat back, you lift up your skirt showing off your lacy red thong. You see his eyes darting from the road to you. You spread open your legs so he can see more. You run your hand down your lower stomach to your panties. Moving slowly you circle around yourself, you look at Sam who looks sweaty. He wants you now.

“Should I touch myself?” You ask innocently he shakes his head ‘no’ you move your thong to the side gathering up some of your slick and resting your fingers on your clit

“If you do you’ll be punished” you almost let out a moan just thinking about it. You bite your lip and look at him while you rub your clit, you buck your hips your walls clenching around nothing. Sam trying his hardest to watch you and watch the road. His dick is so hard it looks painful, your soft moans and grunts are going right through him. He can’t wait to get you in the back seat and fuck you.

Sam finally pulls into the garage. You look at him with a smirk still rubbing yourself slowly. Sam gets out of the car and walks around to the passenger side, he opens your door and lifts you out of the seat. He bends you face first against the trunk of Dean’s car.

“I told you you’d be punished” his actions and the cold from the car catch you by surprise you let out a gasp. Sam pulls down your thong, he slaps your ass and massages it after. You bite your lip trying not moan. You’ve been waiting for this. It feels so much better than you’ve imagined. Sam’s hand slides down your ass to your soaking wet pussy. He rubs your clit before entering two fingers in you. You moan and curse under your breath. You haven’t had sex or felt anything in a long time. His fingers stretch you out, he’s curling them letting them hit your G-spot. Even his fingers feel amazing, you can’t imagine how all of him is going to feel.

“You like that? That feel good?” He whispers in your ear, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. You nod your head whimpering at how much you love this “tell me you like it”

“I like it” you stutter “it feels amazing” you moan, Sam works his fingers in you even faster. All you can focus on is how great you feel and how amazing he is. You feel your legs shake and your body get more weak. “Fuck Sam” you moan loudly. He stops everything he’s doing, your sweet Release disappears. Before you can say anything you feel Sam line himself up with you. He slowly enters your wet pussy, causing both of you to moan loud. He’s so big and thick. He stretches you out giving you a few seconds to adjust.

“Please move” you say moving your hips just waiting very impatient. Sam chuckles and moves his hips slowly in and out. You groan wanting more “please!” You beg

“Good girl” Sam says holding onto your hips slamming back in you, you scream/moan in pleasure. He sets his pace, he’s thrusting into you hard making you take all of him, his thrusts are so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. You can hear Sam’s grunts as they echo of the walls in the garage. You’re moaning and saying curses under your breath. You can’t believe you’re actually having sex with Sam right now, you can’t help but to find it even more hot that he came to find you so he can have you all to himself.

“Fuck Sam, you feel so good” you moan out letting him know he’s doing a good job. Sam moves his hand down to your clit making you spread your legs more. He starts to rub your clit, fast. You feel your body shaking again just wanting to cum so bad.

“You want to cum baby?” He asks

“Y-yes” you struggle to get out

“Beg me.” He says sternly. Fuck he’s so hot.

“Please let me cum” you beg

“You can do better” he says slamming into even harder you let out a couple moans

“Please! Fuck please let me cum!” You beg closing your eyes tightly not even sure if you can hold it

“Do better”

“Fuck Sam! Please let me cum, let me cum all over your big cock, please!” You beg not even embarrassed about what you said or that you were folding you just wanted to cum so badly.

“Cum all over my big cock baby” he says, you can hear the smirk in his tone. You close your eyes tightly, you can feel your body shaking violently, your head is fuzzy and can’t focus on anything. You feel yourself cumming.

“Oh my god! Sam!” You moan out your mouth open nothing able to come out after that. Sam is still slamming into you, you are still bent over on the trunk just trying to catch your breath.

Sam pulls out of you, he turns you around. He looks into your eyes sweetly before pulling you in for a big kiss. It turns more passionate and he slides your skirt off, you notice Sam is completely naked, you feel up and down his chest just amazed at how rock solid he is. Sam separates his lips from yours and pulls your shirt over your head tossing it somewhere. He opens the passenger door and lays you down on the back seat.

Sam admires your body, he smiles at you before hovering over your body. Sam kisses you again shortly, he goes down your neck sucking at some spots making you moan. Sam plays with your tits, sucking on your nipples and pinching them. You let out a groan wanting to feel him inside you again. As if Sam knew he lines himself up thrusts into you.

Sam lets out a moan, his hands holding himself up. “You’re so beautiful, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he whispers so low you can barely hear him. His words make you so happy but also really wet.

“Sam” you moan quietly

“You okay?” He asks you shake your head yes “you want more?” He asks referring to him slamming into

“Yes please” you say

“You want me to thrust my big cock in and out of you, you want me to fuck you so hard you can’t think straight?”

You let out a groan just wanting him to go already “yes! Please!” Sam slams into you, thrusting hard and deep. You throw your head back against the seat your mouth open but nothing can come out. Sam lifts your leg over his shoulder so he can get in deeper.

“You’re so good for me” he says, everything he says or does just turns you on. “You like taking my cock? You like when I fuck you?”

“Mmm yes” you moan “I love your big cock” you bite your lip

“I know you do” he says picking up his pace. Sam watches you enjoying the sight of you being in pure bliss. You have your head back and eyes closed, your mouth open letting out sweet moans. The sight of you almost makes Sam cum, but he can’t not until you cum again.

Sam pulls out of you, he moves you so you’re sitting and he sits down next to you. “Ride me” he says, you do as he says and get on top. Sam is sweaty and breathing heavy. You’re the same way. The windows are all fogged up and the only light you have a is very dim light from the garage.

You put your hands around his neck and straddle him. You lift yourself up letting Sam line himself up. You slowly sink down on his cock, it sends tingles throughout your entire body.

“Oh Sam” you moan

“Fuck Y/n” he groans.

You start to move up and down not fully going down on him because he’s so big. Sam holds onto your hips moving you, his head is thrown back and his mouth his open. The sight of him like that makes you wet, he looks so good. You bounce up and down letting your head fall back, your arms still wrapped around his neck.

Sam pushes you down on him making you take all of him, again. You scream loudly, it was pain mixed with pleasure. Sam groans loudly, he moves his hips with yours. Sam’s arms wrap around your waist pulling you against his chest. He thrusts in and out of you holding you there making you take it. The car fills with wet sex sounds, groans, and moans. You place a hand on the window leaving a print, mostly because you want to remember this night. Sam notices and places his hand on top of yours, giving you a sweet smile. He goes back to your body looking you up and down.

Sam lifts you and places you on your back against the seats, he lifts your legs over his shoulders and thrust into you, his hand rubs your clit which he knew is gonna send you over the edge. The sight of his sweaty glistening body is making cumming even more easy. You can’t focus on anything, you’re moaning but don’t even realize, your body shaking and arching.

“Fuck Sam I’m gonna cum” Sam says something to you but you can’t even hear, you let out a scream. Your mouth still open but you’re unable to make a sound. Your head fuzzy, your breathing is all messed up. Your legs shaking you’re in pure pleasure, Sam is still rubbing your clit helping you ride it out. You squirm around getting too sensitive. Sam stops rubbing your clit and goes back to thrusting into you. His thrusts are hard and deep just like before. You can tell he’s close because he’s getting sloppier.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” You ask biting your lip trying to hold back moans, Sam’s head snaps to you. You can tell he likes it “cum in my tight pussy” you say seductive he lets out a groan. “Cum in me Sam” Sam grunts and buries his head in your neck

“Fuck” he mumbles “I love your pussy” he says in your ear “I’m gonna cum” he grunts. You let out a few more moans, Sam’s thrusts are very sloppy but still deep and hard. You hear him groan loudly you move your hips with his feeling a hot liquid enter you.

“Fuck” you mumble. Sam thrusts a few more times, he pulls out and flips you around so you can lay on his chest. You both lay there catching your breath, Sam leans over to open a window and let the steam out and get some air flow.

“What-“ you stop “what did you mean by make me feel loved” you say wondering if maybe he had the same feelings for you

“Well I want to be the man that makes you feel loved, I want to make you feel good, make you feel wanted, make you feel like you belong, you know make you feel loved.”

“Do you, have feelings for me?” You ask, you feel like a dumb teenager trying to figure it out.

“Y/n I have had feelings for you and I tried pushing them away with jobs, and sadly other people but when you left to go “find” someone. I realized I couldn’t let you do that, I realized I needed you and wanted you. I don’t want you with anyone else, I want to make you happy.” He says stroking your hair. You smile in his chest probably the goofiest smile ever.

“Okay” you say quietly.

“We’ll get up and get cleaned in a minute I just want to lay here” Sam says you hum in response closing your eyes. You feel so safe and warm it’s hard not to fall asleep.

***

You’re waken up by Dean yelling for you and Sam. Your eyes wide when you realize you fell asleep out here with Sam in deans car. He’s gonna flip. You wake Sam up by shaking him and whispering his name

“Wh-wha-“ his eyes land on yours “good morning beautiful” he smiles sleepy

“Sam we fell asleep in the car!” You whisper yell, Sam hears Dean calling for you both.

“Fuck” he says scrambling to find your clothes, that’s when you realize they’re all outside the car. Sam pulls a blanket from underneath the seat and covers you both

“Sa-“ you hear Dean stop “oh no” you hear him him grumble. Your heart racing you know he knows. Dean flings open the door and sees you too huddled together under a blanket

“Really! Come on! Not in baby!” He whines

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