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moononastring · 3 years

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Frenzy [ Elucien ]

Prompt: Elain and Lucien like to spend their yearly mating anniversary fully wrapped in each other, sinking into a frenzy. Inspired by this and this.

Rating: 🌶🌶🌶🌶— I will preface this by saying I have not written smut in quite some time and really went for it with my otp. They deserve it.

Elain shuddered, her body slick with sweat as Lucien’s fingers went in, out, in, out, his pacing slow, almost lazy.

His head was settled on her inner thigh and he kissed it gently then let his eyes flicker up to hers.

“Please.” she whispered softly, her hand gripping his sinful one, the other fisted in the sheets.

“I don’t think you can handle any more, dove.” he whispered with a smile. “You’re trembling all over.”

“You’re so close. Please kiss me there.” she whined. “Please kiss me everywhere.”

Lucien chuckled, content to just sit back and watch her body tremor beneath him, his fingers keeping their lazy pace, her juices coated them.

“What if I don’t want to just kiss you?” he whispered against her skin. “What if I want to devour you whole?”

Elain bucked up her hips, a soft mewl slipping from her lips and she opened her knees wider.

“Please.” her pleading an almost sob. He had been torturing her for what felt like hours — days, leaving her on the edge and always so close but never letting her fall. He hadn’t even fucked her yet. It was only his fingers and that blessed tongue.

“How do you want me then?” he whispered again, his eyes never leaving her face, his free hand now tracing softly up her body. Between the valley of her breasts, around the delicate swell of them.

“In any way you’ll have me.” she breathed desperately.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” he said sensually, his low tone skating over her skin, goosebumps erupting all over her. “You’re just so cooperative. How should I reward you?”

“Anything, anything.”

“Anything?” he asked, a smirk forming as he chuckled darkly.

“Any way you want me, please.”

“That’s so dangerous to say, pet.” Lucien said, his thumb teasing her bundle of nerves as his fingers went even slower. “I could do so much.”

“Just please, please, please — oh.”

For Lucien had removed his fingers and buried his tongue into her, earning him a loud enough moan, he was sure the neighbors four houses down had heard.

He feasted on her, his arm pinning her waist down to the bed as he licked and sucked, his tongue diving deep into her. He groaned into her, the taste of her sweetness causing his hips to roll into their bed as her fingers tangled into his hair and yanked.

“Yes, yes, oh yes.” Elain chanted, her back arching off the bed. “Please let me come — I’m almost there.”

Lucien’s head shot up and she let out a cry of outrage, her body twitching desperately underneath him. “No.” he ordered and shifted up. “You will come with me buried inside you or you don’t come at all.”

Without warning, he pulled her by the hips, bringing the hot center of her to his mouth and again, Lucien let his tongue delve into her, traveling in and out then sliding to her clit and back, his pace torturous as Elain’s legs trembled around his shoulders. He kissed her noisily then pulled back, dropping her on the bed and immediately flipping her over.

Pulling her by her hips closer to him, Lucien ran a hand down Elain’s back as she eagerly spread her legs for him, shuddering as he smacked her ass. “I want you like this, on all fours with my cock buried deep in you, little dove.” he said, his chest to her back as he whispered in her ear, a hand gently gripping her jaw. He kissed the shell of her ear and she practically panted in response. “Will you have me this way?”

“Gods, yes.” she choked out, arching her hips higher for him to take — to claim.

He chuckled darkly, the octave of his voice dropping even lower as he squeezed her ass and said again, “Such a good girl.”

He kissed her shoulder then slid his other hand down to her center, teasing her once more before his hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing it slowly. Lucien teased her opening with the tip of his shaft, his smirk wicked as Elain let out a string of filthy curses. He pushed her down by the shoulders and agonizingly slow, slid just an inch into her before pulling out.

“Lucien, please.” her begging continued, and a soft laugh slipped from his lips.

“I do like it when you beg.” he said and because he could no longer handle not being buried in her, because her body was shuddering so deliciously beneath him, Lucien obliged.

He thrust into her fully, holding still as Elain let out a ragged moan. He allowed her a few seconds to feel him fill her up before pulling out completely then thrusting in hard once more.

Elain groaned beneath him, hands fisted in the sheets as she bucked back into him, hoping — praying for him to give her what she desperately wanted. For him to start moving but he held still.

“How much more do I have to beg?” she whined, near sobbing, turning her head to glance at him over her shoulder.

Lucien’s grin was sinful as he gently moved her hair to the side and leaned down to leave featherlike kisses along her spine until he was near her ear once more.

“Beg me one more time, Elain.” he said sweetly, his hands tightening on her hips. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to please fuck me.”

“Oh?”

“So hard I can’t move properly for the next three days.”

“That hard, hm?”

“Hard enough that everyone in this damn city will know exactly what we’re doing and who is making me moan this way.” she whispered desperately.

“And who is going to make you moan this way?” he asked, rolling his hips ever so slightly, leaving no space between their bodies. “Who is going to make you come?”

“You.” she rasped. “Only you.”

“That’s right.” he whispered and pulled out slowly for the last time. “You are mine. And I am yours. Mate.”

Lucien finally thrust his cock into her hard, filling her to the hilt and Elain let out a broken moan as Lucien began at a relentless pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room and Elain could do nothing but moan and whine and whimper enthusiastically as he filled and stretched her, driving into her body over and over again. His grip on her hips tightened enough to leave a mark as he pulled her into him, thrusting deeper.

Elain welcomed the roll of his hips and thrust back into him, matching his pace as she panted softly.

“You’re so pretty when you’re getting fucked by my cock, my love.” he grunted, and Elain flashed him a coy smile over her shoulder as her breath quickened.

“I — feel so pretty when I’m — I’m getting fucked by your cock, my love.” she replied with a breathless giggle and Lucien grinned.

His hand wrapped around her lovely throat and Lucien pulled her up, her back against his chest as he thrust up into her harder, hitting deeper. His grip tightened gently around her throat and Elain’s moan was laced in a sob as he drove into her, his pace quickening, sinking into a frantic rhythm that had Elain’s heart beating wildly.

“Lucien I’m almost —” she whimpered loudly, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back, her gasps getting louder, and her body shivered as he continued to hit the deepest spot in her.

“I know, dove.” he replied, his voice husky. His thumb caressed her throat lightly as his grip tightened a fraction. “I can hear your heart.”

“And I can hear yours.” she replied, her voice a strained whimper and Lucien thrust harder.

“Then come undone for me, Elain.” he growled. “Come all over my cock.”

And it was the dominance in his demand that finally sent her over the edge.

Elain let out a strangled cry as her walls tightened around him and her sweet release surged through her body. Lucien let go of her throat and pushed her body down, gripping her hips tightly again as his thrusts became more frantic, his grunts low and rough as Elain shuddered through her climax.

“Come inside me.” she breathed out as she slipped a hand beneath her to rub at her swollen clit. “I want you to fill me up. Drip out of me.”

“Fuck.” Lucien groaned and with a string of curses slipping from his lips, he set an even more brutal pace, Elain’s little whimpers filling the room in time with his wild thrusts.

The sight of her beneath him, her body eagerly taking all that he gave her while still touching herself and whining so beautifully was too much for Lucien and finally, he came undone.

Panting, he thrust more slowly as he emptied himself in her, and the feeling of her silken walls still clenching around him, milking him into her, had him rolling his eyes back. He breathed shakily as his hips still rolled slowly, trying to come down from this high. Even with her body still trembling beneath him, unable to fully move, Elain tried to arch her hips further for him, mewling needily as his seed started to spill out of her.

A moment passed between the two of them panting heavily before Lucien pulled out of her, dragging his seed with him. He leaned down with a breathy smirk and placed a kiss on the center of her spine, squeezing her ass. “You did so good, baby.” his voice low as she hummed in pleasure and Lucien’s expression went feral at the sight of his seed trickling out of her. “You did so good and you look so good with my come dripping out of you.”

“I love your come dripping out of me.” she whispered hoarsely and arched her hips up again for him, wiggling slightly. “I always like it when you’re on me and in me and all over me.”

Chuckling, Lucien smacked her ass again, earning him a throaty moan from Elain before she slowly turned over.

Lucien watched with delight as she spread her legs widely for him, her hand traveling to her center and all his seed still spilling out of her. Without breaking eye contact with him, Elain let her fingers delicately touch herself, rubbing and spreading his come all over her cunt.

With a needy gasp, she let her hand travel higher, spreading his seed all over her stomach and smearing it up and around her breasts. Her eyes never leaving his, she brought a finger laced with his come to her mouth and sucked noisily then let it find its way back to her folds, rubbing his come into her with a sweet little cry, squeezing a breast with the other.

Lucien immediately started to harden at the sight, and he closed his eyes, settling on his knees across from her. Licking his lips, his hand gripped his cock and slowly started to pump.

When he opened them again, he found Elain’s eyes hooded and cheeks flushed with desire as she watched him. “You aren’t satisfied with what we just did, pet? You think you can just touch yourself like that without me saying so?” he demanded quietly, and Elain quivered in need, her hand still teasing her cunt.

“I want more.” she whispered and reached out to him with her free hand. “I always want more of you.”

Grabbing both of her hands, Lucien yanked Elain up as she squealed, and he crashed his lips into hers. She melted into him, their lips making up for the lost time away from each other and Elain moaned into his mouth.

Hand fisting into her hair, Lucien bit her lower lip and groaned when her tongue brushed against his. He pulled back, breathing heavily as he looked at his mate, soft pants slipping from her swollen lips and his gaze traveled over her body covered in him.

“You want more of me?” he asked, his voice low and Elain arched her chest, breasts peaked as she nodded quickly. “Good, because you touching yourself like that and spreading me all over you makes me want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours really badly. Think you can suck me good, little dove?”

“Yes, my love. Yes.”

“You really want to suck my cock don’t you, my love?” he said gently, though a dark chuckle laced his words, his fingers tightening in her hair.

“It’s all I ever want.” she whispered eagerly, and Lucien’s grin was a feral one as Elain surged forward and started planting kisses down his chest, even with his hand still fisted in her hair.

Lucien growled softly and sat back on his knees, pulling her down until she was eye to eye with his hardened length. Elain let out an excited whimper, her tongue already darting out to lick her lips as Lucien guided her with his hand.

“Suck.” was his only command and Elain didn’t need to be told twice, taking him in her mouth.

She moaned in delight and Lucien rolled his head back as she swirled her tongue around him, his precome already sliding down her throat. Elain looked up at him, slowly sliding his length out of her mouth until her tongue circled just the tip, before she moaned softly again, taking more of him. Her hand slid to pump what didn’t fit in her mouth and when the tip of him hit the back of her throat, she groaned at the sensation.

Lucien let out a low grunt, his grip on her hair tightening as she quickened her pace, squeezing him a little harder. Biting his lip, he slid his hand down her body until it was between her legs, rubbing her cunt to the rhythm of her bobbing.

Elain let out a desperately filthy noise, her hips grinding against his fingers and she hummed, sucking him harder.

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he grounded out, his hips thrusting slightly as she hollowed her cheeks and hummed again, pumped him in her mouth. “Trying to ride my fingers while my cock is in your mouth? I can’t wait until my come is dripping out of your mouth next.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the words caused a fire to course through her. Her mouth bobbed as he rolled his hips, the hand fisting her hair guiding her back and forth. Soft gasps slipped from Elain’s mouth as he pumped himself inside her mouth, gladly taking as much of him as she could, especially as his pace started to quicken. Elain’s hand squeezed him hard, letting her teeth gently scrape against his length causing Lucien to curse and jerk into her.

“Close.” he groaned, his fingers quickening on her cunt and in return, Elain’s tongue swirled around him and she sucked harder. Glancing up at him again, Elain fingers dug into his hip to get his attention. Lucien looked down and cursed profusely as she smiled around his cock, grinding her hips into his fingers. The giggle that followed vibrated through Lucien and the very loose control he had on himself snapped. Lucien let out a low grunt, throwing his head back, fisting both hands into her hair now and held her against him as he thrust, his release surging through him.

Elain let out a pleased hum as she tried to swallow every bit of him, some dripping out of her mouth as Lucien had wanted and her eyes never left his face as he slowed the roll of his hips. Breathing heavily, Lucien finally looked down, gently releasing her hair and brushing it back. Elain slowly released him from her mouth with a pop, her hand still gently pumping him, the remainder of his seed spilling on her hand.

She smiled coyly at him and kissed the tip, causing Lucien to shudder this time. He gazed at her fondly then reached out and removed her hand from his length, his thumb delicately wiping at her chin.

“A masterpiece.” he whispered, and Elain preened under his touch.

“Yours.” was her whisper in return.

Lucien leaned in close and kissed each eyelid softly. “Wait here.” was all he said as he slipped from their bed and all Elain could do was admire his magnificent body and lick her lips, catching her breath. He returned with a warm washcloth and with tender touches, Lucien cleaned her up, her eyes watching him adoringly.

He finished and then gently pulled her down over him as he relaxed back into their bed, both of their heartbeats still slightly erratic. Elain shuddered happily as he traced his hands all over her back, squeezing her ass as he went then back up. Without saying a word, he brushed her hair back and kissed her slightly swollen lips tenderly.

Elain arched into him, kissing him with fervor, her hands gliding across his strong body feverishly until he pulled back and chuckled at her eagerness.

“Was that good for you, my love?” she whispered.

“It was excellent, my naughty girl.” he whispered to her, pulling her face closer to him and leaving a trail of kisses on her jawline. “Was it good for you? Are you okay, my love?”

She grinned at him, her cheeks flushing as she wrapped her legs with his. “I’m perfect. Very satisfied.”

Lucien chuckled, his hands sliding down her legs. “Is that so? You didn’t get to finish the second time before I did though.” he said softly, his fingers still trailing up and down her body. For he couldn’t stop touching her and she couldn’t stop touching him.

The primal urge of the mating bond always lit a flame especially hot this time of year but the well of affection and love they had for each other always made it even more intense.

“I can think of a way for you to make it up for me.” she said with a grin.

“So can I.” he growled playfully and Elain giggled. “I was thinking about making you come all over my face so I can suffocate happily but if you have other ideas...”

She flushed in delight. “I thought you got enough of a taste of me already?”

“I could spend an eternity between your legs and never have enough.” he said huskily and Elain shivered with another giggle.

“Let me have you at my mercy for a little while then.” she whispered and with a seductive smile, she rolled over and slowly straddled him, leaning back slightly to give him the perfect view of where she wanted his mouth to be next. “And after I’m done tormenting you, you can do whatever else you want with me.”

Lucien’s smirk was wolffish. “Is that so, pet?” He said lowly, his hands traveled down her sides and back up to squeeze her breasts firmly causing Elain’s eyes to flutter shut for a moment. “Whatever else I want?”

Elain bit her lip, the sensation of his hands on her already igniting the urge in her body again. “I have nowhere else to be than at your mercy.” She replied and looked him in the eyes as she licked her lip. “...What do you say?”

Lucien’s only response was a growl as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her right down onto his sinful mouth without a warning. She arched into his tongue with a loud cry and knew that whatever day and time they finished thoroughly loving each other, movement of any kind would be strictly off the table.

#elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #this is my belated birthday gift to myself LMAO #this is filthy so um yeah #*hides*#HAPPY MONDAY YA FILTHY ANIMALS #myfic #i didn't tag anyone else because I wasn't sure who actually wanted the smut LMAO #soft dom!lucien with very bratty and eager sub!elain

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pseudonympls · 2 years

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Monday Morning

A/N: This was fully meant to be a drabble and then I decided that it deserved to be a fic in it’s own right - a short one at that, but a fic nonetheless. Happy late valentines day, ya filthy animals 🖤

I intend to start a new multi-chapter endeavour soon, and if you know me by now - I can't release chapter one of a fic without being a good 85% done on the whole thing, sorry, my anxiety just be like that lmao. So I can't promise when the next fic will be out, please take this as a lil token of appreciation for you all 🖤

Rating: Explicit. Facial. swallowing come. blowjob. handjob. vaginal sex. oral sex. Spanking. Light degradation. Established relationship.

Era: Inside

Word Count: 2.8k

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Mornings were often fraught with sticky eyelids, a smidge of melancholy, and bitter black coffee, and this cool, dark, Monday morning was no different. Allowing the cream to displace the tang and the sugar to sweeten the blow was often the best course of action. But today you were all out. Black coffee it was.

Silently cursing your schedule you semi blindly traipsed through the house, trying desperately not to trip on the small fuzzy dog that was circling your ankles.

“Breakfast time, Brucey-boy?” You chimed in your usually animated manner reserved only for him. Bruce’s thick tongue flopping out of his mouth and moving as the tiny dog barked in an answer.

Bruce baulked briefly, his ears turning toward the direction of a sound. A sound he relished as much as you did.

Floorboards creaked under his weight as he galumphed down the stairs and peeled into the kitchen. It was like Bruce had been set with a live wire as he pelted toward him.

Succinctly dishevelled and ruggedly handsome as always, Bo bowed his head to duck under the doorframe - his tall stature so very often lending itself to numerous bumps on the head, scratches and scrapes when he became unaware of his looming size.

“I’m up, I’m up. Brucey want breakfast?!” Bo’s craggy morning voice lit up your insides as he sleepily smiled and came toward you.

Bruce was inconsolable as Bo stood next to you and tried the handle of Bruce’s food cupboard.

Yapping at both of your feet like he hadn’t eaten in days and wasn’t the spoilt, pampered pooch that he was, he circled both your ankles and his paws came to your shins briefly, before Bo took out the dog food and emptied it into Bruce’s bowl, placing it down in its usual spot for Bruce to gorge excitedly on.

“Morning, baby” Bo whispered throatily in your ear as he pressed a soft kiss into the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“Morning-I” you started, but Bo cut you off “why’d you leave me in bed like that, huh?” The shiver of his voice and his hand on your waist made you tense your stomach instinctively.

You decided to play dumb. “Whaddaya mean, baby?” You mimicked his pet name for you.

You knew exactly what he meant. About how his thick hard on was pressing into the small of your back as the sun rose, how his fingers trailed up your thigh, slowly - absentmindedly, still half asleep. His subconscious mind replaying old scenes for his enjoyment, bleeding them into the physical world. And how your body responded in kind, feeling his soft breaths lick up against the back of your neck had you wet instantly, feeling how ready he was for you made your body prepare itself for the inevitable. Prepare itself for the taking.

But as he sleepily, lazily thrusted into your back and his fingers traversed your thighs, your eyes found the clock on the nightstand. You begged that each minute that passed would be longer than the one that came before but the world was not so kind. As time edged closer and closer to when your alarm would sound, you got increasingly frustrated at your scheduling. Even working from home you had to be present from a certain time, wiggling your mouse a little as confirmation that you were actually doing work.

Sighing deep, you threw back your side of the covers and were released from his warm, comforting grip and the loss hit like physical pain. You’d only be downstairs on your laptop - but it could have been a world away for all you cared. It wasn’t next to him, limbs interlaced with him. Him sleepily, softly, doing all he could to bring you to the soft, aching early morning sunlight drenched orgasm that you so often coveted on your days off.

Not today, it wasn’t meant to be.

Padding around the house, Bo’s T shirt swinging around your hips as you went about your morning routine. Washing up, checking your phone, making coffee, you went about your morning ritual like normal, until Bo came down to feed Bruce - an unusual turn of events.

Then he was standing next to you - so seldom would he get up at the same time as you - it was surprising to have him next to you in the kitchen at this hour. Your mornings filled with quiet contemplation and one sided conversations with Bruce, abruptly sidelined.

“I mean” he whispered menacingly “why’d you leave me all hot…all hard for you…in bed” the way his lips grazed the tip of your ear had your core turning molten again.

“You know why, Bo, I had to get up for work” - you played along, for now, acting equal parts grouchy, sleepy and aloof, just enough to string him along.

He growled in your ear and he went to grab your coffee cup, saving you both the grief of cleaning it up off the floor.

But he paused. “Huh, no cream? That’s unlike you, to take it raw like that” he chided, attempting to grasp the coffee cup from your belligerent fingers. You were keen to not play into whatever this was. Fun and games were all very well and good, but you had work in half an hour.

Holding on to the coffee cup for dear life you stepped away from him slightly, you weren’t going to give in. Not this time.

“We-we ran out, I’ll go out and grab some more on my break” - the waver in your voice just enough for Bo’s sleepy brain to detect, and he smirked at your poor attempt at a cover up.

“Mmhm, how about I give you some, now?” He mused, his palm resting lightly on the front of his briefs, and your heart soared at the sight of him touching himself.

Your throat made an involuntary clicking noise, an auditory response where a verbal one lacked, and Bo’s smirk grew ever wider, even toothier.

You almost couldn’t believe the words he was coming out with. You knew that he liked to talk dirty, but at seven in the morning? And…to allude to…you shook your head, unable to let your mind wander as the seconds passed by.

“Look, Bo, I’ve got work in twenty minutes, I don’t have time for this, I’m sorry, maybe later…?” You started, having to set your mug down and turn away from him to spare him the blushes that were creeping along your skin - heading directly for your cheeks and neck.

But that was your first mistake.

He pressed up against you, forcing you to the countertop and you exhaled loudly at the shock.

“You’ve got work honey, but I need breakfast first, wouldn’t want me to go hungry…would ya?” He whispered into the top of your head. The cool of the granite worktop seeping through Bo’s T shirt and on to your belly.

“I’ll be quick, don’t worry” he continued, his thick fingers coming to the hem of his old T shirt that you so often wore to bed. He loved to see you in this, enrobed in his belongings. Denoting his possession of you.

His. You were his.

Your breaths were rapidly peeling in and out of your chest as you succumbed to the inevitable, feeling his soft fingers trailing along your sides, down to your behind, cupping your ass before rising back up once again, and pushing your torso down on the countertop. Your pebbled nipples pressing into the cool worktop through the thin T shirt material, his hand remaining in between your shoulder-blades, a silent command.

A reluctant sigh fell from your lips as you heard him kneel down as he palmed your ass, spreading you further, pushing your pubic bone further into the countertop.

“All for me” you faintly heard him whisper, before his mouth came to your pussy. Already dripping wet he groans against you and you let loose a squeal as his tongue parted your sodden lips and pushed inside. Desperate, weak moans met the cool granite of the worktop as he reached a hand around to cup the front of your cunt. Barely any movement, just holding you in place as he tongue fucks you - it wasn’t the first time you were so glad of his sizeable tongue, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Finally, his fingers found your clit, ruminating in slow, tortuous circles as his tongue continued to pulse at your entrance and you couldn’t help but grip on to the other side of the countertop for purchase as you grind against Bo’s face, nestled deep within you as he continued to pleasure you.

If the caffeine wouldn’t have done the job this morning, this sure would have, as Bo ate you out, face down on the worktop, one hand massaging your clit to bliss and the other roughly palming the swell of your behind. You barely realised how loud you were getting, but you were far from caring by now. The pleasure transcended tiredness, and time, work looming in the near future was cast away, as quick as smoke in a swift breeze. Carried away by Bo’s devilish tongue and sweet movements of his fingers. In that moment, you were all his.

Bo started moaning against you and that was the straw that broke the camel's back, and sent you tumbling over the edge as wave after wave of sumptuous delight cascaded over your body, casting a different light over your usually mundane Monday morning activities. Your hand white knuckled on the worktop gently relaxed as the waves ebbed away, replaced with a resplendent feeling of calm and serenity.

Through the bliss you barely heard Bo rise to his feet behind you, dropping his underpants to the floor, and come up behind you, his thick cock pressing between your cheeks.

Your body was limp on the worktop, your chest protesting the hardness of the granite, needing some softness, some give.

Well, Bo was about to give something to you, but it was going to be anything but soft.

His voice ragged with lust, he finally spoke “let’s see what we can do about that cream, huh?” And you felt yourself clench with anticipation.

A whiny moan escaped your throat as he slipped inside. Even with the relaxing effect of your still ebbing peak, he filled you dangerously to the brim, especially at this angle - swiftly bottoming out inside of you with a throaty groan sounding from somewhere near your left ear.

Your insides tingled at the feel of him, how you enveloped him so sweetly inside you, made him feel so good. All worries vacated your mind for the foreseeable as he moved slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to the sheer heft of him. He bent down to place kisses along the back of your neck, his chin length, scraggly hair tickling your nape as he pulled away, sending a shiver down your spine.

He giggled as he felt you quake beneath him, speeding up now, his thrusts becoming harder, but also longer. Letting himself almost completely out of you before slamming back into you once more.

Mounting pressure filled your abdomen and your chest, the fat tip of his cock slamming into a new place now, the angle so gorgeously right as every hit massaged that sweet spot that was sure to have you coming again in no time.

Pulling your loose hair into a fisted ponytail you arched your back against him, wanting to feel more of him, wanting him to fill you even more, to press the fronts of his legs against your ass, something - you needed anything.

Through the shuddering breaths you managed to eek out something that resembled begging - "P-please, I need to come"

You heard Bo draw in a laboured breath and chuckle darkly to himself, a brief pause in his movements that you hadn't anticipated.

"So desperate, you just can’t help yourself, can you? You wanna come again? Do you?" he responded through bared teeth, rapidly picking up speed.

"Y-y-yess" you wailed, his subtle words of degradation sending a flaming shock of pleasure radiating through your cunt.

"Go on then, if you're so desperate, come for me, fucking do it" he ordered, and your pliant body, teetering on the precipice, obliged. Each pulse more intense than the last as you gripped his thick cock impossibly hard, a pathetic wail leaving your lips and echoing around the kitchen, even hearing your own desperate wails reflected back at you weren’t enough to make you feel shame in this moment - right then there was only how you tensed around him, his laboured grunts and thrusts nearing their end.

Still reeling, he pulled out of you, sliding your limb body down to the ground, gently lowering you to your knees with one hand, and erratically jerking himself with the other, his face crumpled up in that look you knew all too well.

Blindsided by your own orgasm you melted to the floor, and gladly, innocently looked up at him, the fugg of your own pleasure still hanging low over the both of you - filling the room with the scent of sex and desire, mingling with the smell of freshly ground coffee - the way a morning should smell.

"Oh fuck, so good for me, you gonna open wide, huh?" he started, huffing breaths and jerking himself closer to ruin as you steadied yourself, your palms coming to his hips for balance. You couldn't do anything but nod rapidly, your tongue wetting your bottom lip, readying yourself.

Your fingertips smoothed along his upper legs, trailing to where his thick cock protruded, and he handed you the reins, letting your relatively small hands cover as much ground as you could. One of your hands took care of the base, slowly jerking it as the other came to the tip, the pad of your thumb massaging that sweet spot on the underside of his bulbous head, which made Bo lean his head back in overstimulation, gentle profanities filling the room as you worked.

His thighs tensing near your eyeline you knew that he was close, and you felt yourself squeeze around nothing at his impending peak.

“Fuck yeah, baby…shit” Bo mumbled unintelligable fragments of words as you continued, his eyes shut in concentration just as you were about the unleash your secret weapon.

Rising up on your knees you opened your mouth, ready to surprise him. The pointed tip of your tongue came up to meet the sensitive patch of skin on the underside of his cock and you lapped at it thickly, surrounding the rest of his cockhead with your lips you sucked lightly, prompting Bo’s eyes to fly open and watch you sucking on the tip of him, his blue eyes wide in shock, and in lust. You didn’t once break eye contact, as he pulled back ever so slightly, a beautiful sound erupted from his lungs - somewhere between a squeal and a groan - as he spurted hot come over your face, some flying up to between your eyebrows, and most of it spilling into your mouth and out its corners as he emptied himself into you, on to you. The look on his face something so beautiful, so erotic and filthy - a memory you were sure to hold on to for years to come.

You swallowed what you could and looked up expectantly at him from the floor, his eyes wild and his chest heaving rapidly.

“F-fuck, shit… honey” he managed, bending down to grip on to your hands and pulled you up to stand.

He used both hands to push errant strands of hair out of his face, his blue eyes soft and tempered now, his cheeks blushing pink at the exertion.

You exhaled loudly, feeling the come dripping down your cheeks start to cool, the feeling of it becoming less and less sexy by the second.

“Jeez, you’re a mess, baby, better get you into the shower, don’t you have work in ten minutes?” Bo sneered, pulling you along to the downstairs bathroom and blithely ignoring your faux menacing look, as some of the liquid pooled above your left collarbone, underneath the thin fabric of Bo’s old t-shirt.

“Hmpf, feel like I’ve claimed you as mine, truly marked you as my property, now. Look at you,” he whispered, turning the shower on full blast and removing his own t-shirt, and casting it off to the side.

“I might as well have branded your ass” he growled, as his palm came to collide with your left ass cheek with an almighty smack, and you knew that he had the full intention of branding you, with his handprints.

You would make those precious ten minutes before work, count.

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About a Bruise*

Summary: After months of doting, loving, adoring Steve, because he requires the time and trust of convention, you sink to the floor and say, “Will you do something for me?”

Warnings: Smut. Oral sex. Facial.

A/N: 1.5k words. Happy Monday, here’s Stevie G! Part 2 HERE

He’s never had it like this.

Steve Rogers still gets butterflies when he undresses in front of you. Carved out of marble by the precise and masterful hand of Erskine’s serum, yet he still stands a little hunched, a little conscious of himself.

You’re confident. In him, more than anything.

You’ve always been the instigator, or at least played the part. Steve’s nerves don’t eclipse his lust, no. But they do make him careful.

Too careful.

Gentle sex only. He holds you like an infant in need of swaddling. Kisses you slow and soft like your lips are buttercream. You love it, but sometimes you want to coax something else out of Captain America.

Something baser. Darker.

So, you get on your knees one opportune night after he gets a sip of Asgardian mead. Liquid courage— just a little.

After months of doting, loving, adoring Steve, because he requires the time and trust of convention, you sink to the floor and say, “Will you do something for me?”

“Anything.” He whispers. Your eyes are swimming pools engulfed in dusk and midnight— shimmering secrets. He’d do anything. Especially when you’re kissing his thighs and raking your nails over the fabric of his jeans like that.

Steve hardly wants to fuck with the lights on. But he’s caught off-guard and buzzing.

“Will you—” A playful bite and it makes him gasp. “Will you come on my face?”

He catches himself against a counter, legs feeling like jelly. “Wh-what?”

Your hands unbuckle his belt, still supplicated with chin on his knee, “You said anything...”

It’s filthy. Your thighs clench in anticipation. The impeding moment where Steve bites his lip, squeezes his eyes shut and grunts— god, you love that sound. Ragged. Overwhelmed. Always too short. You want to hear it more often.

A muffled jingle as you slide the denim down and marvel at the way his cock rises from his boxers. Majestic, heavy, wondrous thing. You love it and he rarely lets you get a good look at it. Shy boy.

He’s blushing pink when you slip it off, letting the tip brush against your cheek. You nose the underside of him, hands up and down his strong legs. He smells warm and musky. Lovely, like always.

Steve’s tilts his head limp over his back.

He shudders when you begin with your tongue first before eager lips stretch to fit him, guiding until he’s nestled in your mouth. And then you move, deliberately measured, building a lazy pace, sluicing him up with spit.

“Ah, shit…” Steve’s words are already betraying him. You smile as his cock pops out of your mouth.

“How’s that? Still wanna go to bed?” Thick lashes framing glittering doe-eyes peer up at him. Purposely coy. “Or do you want to stay here?”

He returns to himself. Dazed, he blinks at the bright lights and the glossy tiled floor. The marble countertop of the sink where he grips like a lifeline.

The guest restroom down the hall. Turn a corner and twenty people are sitting on couches, drinking cocktails and cajoling. Your mouth back on him wipes the thoughts from his brain.

Squelching when you push him back past your molars, crushing your tongue.

You slide him out, voice hoarse and breathy and it chills him to the bone the way you whisper, “Door’s not even locked. Someone could come in at any time.”

With a two-handed fisting, you squeeze deft strokes, slippery with saliva. It’s amazing, he thinks, how you look so innocent while doing the kinds of things he tries not to think about in public. A determined suck and you cup his balls. Fuck, he loves that. Won’t say it, but you know it, too.

“Make me look so pretty with your come on my face.”

Even though he’s the one jammed halfway down your esophagus, Steve chokes. It stirs him, and your eyebrow raises the same time he pulses. Improper for Captain America to be turned on by that, isn’t it?

He sees the twinkle in your eye. Knows you know. Knows he’s fucked.

He’s trying to be as quiet as possible while you work, but his heart is beating too fast, breath snagged between his teeth and lungs on fire. All the blood pumping out of his heart is going straight down—and damn it, he’s so fucking hard. Always so hard with you.

“Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck, honey.” Bad words from such a good boy.

Coquettish licks on his head contrast the feverish grip of your hands. One is curled tight at his base, the other moving irresponsibly fast, fingers crooked and pistoning over the rest. The restroom is silent like a tomb, and he imagines that the echo might bounce all the way out into the goddamn yard. Maybe he doesn’t care, though.

A kiss to the tip before you rub your cheek on his thigh like a cat. Steve’s hips begin to rock, hungry for more when you slow. His palm plants itself on the side of your head, fingers twined through the updo you’d fashioned your locks into a few hours ago. “Don’t stop.”

There it is. That dark thing.

He’s never fucked like this.

Suddenly bold because he’s at the end of his rope and about to blow—completely collapse and pour down your throat and all over that pretty dress you chose to wear to the party. Little cherries, long-hemmed, low-cut. You’ve set an entire trap he willingly fell into.

Hooded blue eyes meet yours, looking down the bridge of his nose, lips parted to match. Panting. Grunting. Shedding his golden boy skin and turning savage. “You want this, sweetheart?”

You nod and bite your lip, exhilarated smile stretching out from the sides of your teeth. Steve fists your hair until you yelp at the sting. He slaps your hands away, hisses at the strands of viscous dribble sliding down your forearms and takes over.

You gasp when he presses his cock against your face, rubbing it right over rosy cheeks you’d perfectly applied blush to. Over the contours of your jaw, your eyebrows. A slap of it to your chin.

Nasty. Filthy. Delicious. Bad boy.

Stutters from his throat, ragged murmurs, clipped consonants of curse words and taunts—You want it? Yeah? You want this all over your face, pretty girl? Fuck. What if someone walks in? Someone’s gonna see—ah… Gonna see you takin’ my big load.

And it’s the shocked silence of your astonished eyes and falling-open mouth that does him in. Rendered speechless that he’s yanking your head back-- and the tiny wince—the split second that your face jerks—he’s done for.

There it is. That sound you’ve been hungry to hear. Steve Rogers snarling like an animal as he leans into a final pump, hips juddering forward into his fist, fixed on the way your face receives him. And goddamn, he thinks.

He’s never loved a girl like you.

Pretty as a painting, with thick strokes of creamy white in heavy diagonal lines. You catch some in your mouth, lick it off your lips, giggle blissfully at the tang.

Knees still planted on the floor, and as Steve regains his senses, he’s glad your dress is long tonight.

On the couch, you sit one leg crossed over the other, chin on your fist as you listen to Wanda tell a story. Bright and alert, laughing along to all the right jokes. Bucky hands you a drink before he makes his way back to Steve by the pool table.

“Gone a long time.” He mentions casually.

“What’s that?”

Bucky pauses behind the rim of his whiskey, “I said, you were gone a long time. Came back lookin’ a little rough around the edges.”

“Hm.” He probably does look a little rough, even after you combed your fingers through his hair and smoothed the wrinkles from his jeans. Kissed his mouth and he could still smell that pungent sweetness on your skin after you rinsed.

Bucky watches him shoot and sink two solids, catches your eyes across the room roaming. Steve’s so drawn to you that he perks up a little naturally.

New love. A little wild at the seams, tearing the good Captain America to wicked little pieces in your hands. Bucky laughs quietly because it’s about damn time.

Fresh-faced, more beautiful than before, Steve thinks. Hair down and fluffy-full, haphazardly settled in place. He can’t help but stare. A little red smudge on the corner of your eye when you scrubbed the mascara off, running along with him down your cheek. It’s still swollen like the plump edges of your lips from overwork. He swallows thickly, catches himself thinking too much on it.

From across the room, you find his ruddy cheeks and hold him in a knowing gaze. Then, your tongue slips out shamelessly—with Bucky in the audience and all—and you lick the corners of your mouth. Naughty.

The butterflies so faithful to his tummy flutter at the sight. Whirlwind flapping growing in a darkening storm. You, in the center of his hurricane on all fours.

Bad, bad boy.

Steve finds himself wondering about your red knees under the dress and how long they might take to bruise.

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