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corie-the-writer · 2 years
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Twin Flame - Chapter 3
Warnings: smut right out the gate. 18+
"Fuck doll…" Chris let out a deep moan as his hard length hit the back of her throat, his hand cupping the side of her head, holding her long hair back, "Baby, stop…" Chris nearly groaned, watching as she looked up at him through her dark eyelashes, his hand reaching for her upper arm, pulling her naked frame up, "If I'm gonna come, it's gonna be inside of you…" Chris spoke as he pulled the woman close to him, effortlessly lifting the dark-haired woman with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"Ohh…" Aria moaned out as Chris thrust into her dripping core in one fluid motion, "Chris…" her nails dug into the skin on his back, her head tilting back as his hot mouth attacked her neck, nipping and licking at the soft flesh.
"You're perfect." Chris groaned, "This pussy is perfect. Made for my cock." Chris thrust deep inside of her, her back arching at the depths he was reaching, "Who's this pussy belong to?" His hand wrapped around Aria's throat, forcing her to look into his eyes, "Answer me, baby."
"You…" Aria moaned out, "This pussy is yours." Aria shuttered, "Only you…" she felt her climax building, the sight of the man in front of her, naked in all his glory, sweat forming on his toned chest, his long hair dangling down, his eyes moving between hers and the area he was assaulting with pleasure, biting his bottom lip every so often, "Fuck, I'm going to come." Aria nearly growled.
"Did I say you could doll?" Chris slowed his assault, causing a whine to escape from Aria's swollen lips.
"Please…" Aria managed to plead.
"Please what?" Chris continued his slow thrusts, every so often thrusting into her hard, "Use your words angel…" he ordered, causing a shiver to run down Aria's spine.
"Please…" Aria spoke hoarsely, "Please daddy, let me come." she managed, her hands gripping at the wooden table she was laying against, "Please…"
"Fuck…" Chris moaned, his thrusts picking up at the sight of the woman below him, "Come for me gorgeous, come all over my cock…" Chris nearly ordered, watching as the woman's hands went to her large breasts, kneading the flesh and plucking at her nipples as she met his thrusts by swirling her hips, "That's it, baby, that's it…" Chris coaxed, feeling her walls start to tighten around his rock-hard length, "Jesus."
"Chris!" Aria's head shot back, her climax possessing her body, her hips moving to ride out the waves of his delicious assault, causing Chris to fall over the edge, his hands gripping her hips, "Aria, baby…" Chris growled out as he shot his hot seed deep inside of her, "Mine." Chris's heavy body fell half on her, half on the desk, still buried inside of her. Aria's chest was rising and falling quickly, coming down from her high as she tangled her fingers in his dark locks.
Aria was slightly surprised that Chris had taken her right on his desk in his office, it was unintentional. She had gotten out of the shower, Chris was no longer lingering in the bedroom, so she went in search of him, in nothing but a towel. When she heard his voice coming from a closed door, she gently knocked, walking in a moment later. "Do you need to go?" Aria had questioned once they had come down from their highs, his body covering her naked frame.
"No." Chris answered, "I cleared my schedule for the day." Chris stated, "I want to take you to a few places." Chris added.
"What am I supposed to wear?" Aria questioned with a small laugh, "I don't think it would be wise to wander around in a towel."
"Well as much as I would love it, you're right." Chris stated, "I had my housekeeper run out and get you a few things, they're on the bed." Chris added.
"Chris, that isn't necessary." Aria protested for a moment, "I could have just stopped by my place." Aria grumbled, Chris, gave her his shirt to wear across to his bedroom, leading her there by her hand. Once Aria was dressed in a pair of distressed jeans, and a plain white t-shirt, she had slipped the high heels on that she had on the night before, tying her hair into a bun at the top of her head, and they were off into the city.
"So what's this twin flame thing?" Chris questioned, his large hand on her thigh as his driver came to a red light, knowing that two of his men, Andy and Tom were behind them in a different car.
"Oh god…" Aria laughed, "Summer was saying that you and I are twin flames. So I guess what it is, one soul is split into two people." Aria found herself playing with the ring on his finger, "Summer had this whole theory, she said that I should have a tarot reading done." Aria let out a little laugh.
"Well let's do it." Chris stated causing Aria to raise a curious eyebrow, "I'm serious, I think it could be interesting."
"She did give me the address of a woman she uses for her readings." Aria pointed out, grabbing her phone from her purse, showing Chris the address to tell his driver, "But what if…" Aria paused.
"What if ?" Chris questioned.
"What if she says that I'm going to die or something?" Aria grumbled, not knowing how she felt about hearing some sort of bad news. "As long as I'm alive, you are the safest woman in this city," Chris vowed to cause Aria's cheek to blush for a moment, resting the side of her head on his shoulder as he gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. As the car pulled up in front of the shop, Chris had opened the door, holding out a hand for Aria to follow as they climbed out of the vehicle, making sure his hand was locked with hers as they approached the small building.
"You sure about this?" Aria questioned.
"I'm sure." Chris kissed the side of her head, holding the door open for her as his men followed a few feet behind.
The small building had a mystical charm to it, with pictures and paintings of the universe, different tarot cards decorating the walls, and an older woman approached, pausing for a moment. Aria did not miss the look the woman gave the couple, causing her to furrow her eyebrows as Chris led her forehead.
"Hi, we are here for a tarot reading." Chris spoke, "I'm Chris, this is my girlfriend Aria." Chris introduced them both, shaking the older woman's hand.
"Gloria." The woman smiled, "Dear, you're nervous." Gloria turned her attention to the dark-haired woman.
"A little bit." Aria confessed, "Just first time jitters." Aria added, "It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too my dear, please follow me." Gloria walked towards the back, the couple following and stopping at a circular table.
Chris had pulled out the chair for Aria, then took a seat next to her, his hand falling to her thigh as she scoot her chair in a little, giving her a comforting squeeze.
"So, I do not want to know any sort of information before hand." Gloria instructed as she pulled out a beautifully illustrated tarot cards, "I will start with you dear." Gloria spoke looking to Aria, causing her to give the woman a nod.
The woman spoke a prayer, shuffled the cards a few times and then began to pick out cards on a whim. Aria was glued to her seat, her leg bouncing slightly, curious as to what the cards had to say.
Once Gloria was satisfied with the number of cards, she examined them for a moment before speaking, "Oh dear, you've been through it, haven't you?" Gloria gave her a soft smile, "There is a man from your past who had hurt you deeply, but this wasn't by bad luck or anything like that, it was a lesson you were supposed to learn." Gloria explained, "This man, an ex-boyfriend of yours?" Gloria questioned causing Chris to raise an eyebrow and watched as Aria gave a nod, "What you went through was for a reason, to make you stronger, to know your worth, to know what you deserve." Gloria continued, "You have a strong aura about you now, people are drawn to you, especially men, you're a healer."
"They better not be," Chris grumbled, getting a small chuckle out of Aria and Gloria both.
"Your job, you are some type of healer?" Gloria questioned.
"I'm a therapist."
"That makes sense, you are easy to open up to, that is why people are drawn to you." Gloria looked to Aria for a moment before looking back to the cards, "You recently met someone, this was the right path for you to take, it won't be an easy path, but if you believe it's worth it, it will be what is meant for you." Gloria explained and Aria knew exactly what she was talking about when it came to meeting Chris because she had been silently having doubts due to his career path.
"Is there a way to see if we are twin flames?" Chris spoke up, causing Gloria to chuckle.
"Hunny, I don't need cards to tell me the answer to that one." Gloria spoke as she shuffled the cards laying out, "The moment you both walked in here, I felt the intense energy as you pulled up." Gloria stated, "You feel a strong pull to protect her and vise versa, am I right?"
Both Chris and Aria nodded.
"When you meet the other half of your soul, there is the connection, one that can not be explained, when you are away from this person, you feel it, not just physically, but energetically too, it feels like there is something missing inside of you that you can't explain. There is this void. It feels like a dark abyss is trying to swallow you." Gloria explained, "Meeting your twin flame is not a path for the faint-hearted, it's tough, there will be challenges, there will be forces trying to pull you apart, but if you stick together, it leads to a world full of bliss." Gloria spoke, "If you don't mind, I'd like to do a past life reading, I'm being drawn to do so."
"Okay…" Aria gave a nod, Chris completely in awe of what the woman was saying.
"Just as I thought." Gloria spoke after examining the cards laid out, "Chris, you have to think things through not just go off the handle, you were a very powerful man in your past lives, which led to a lot of trouble because you thought no one could touch you." Gloria explained, "You are carrying that into this life. It needs to stop because if you don't have more self-control, you won't get the life you are after." Gloria explained, "There is an outsider, a soulmate if you will, that is willing to step up and had stepped up in previous lives with Aria, because you wouldn't just think."
"So you're saying if I don't learn to have self-control, someone is going to swoop in and steal my girl?" Chris question.
"Pretty much." Gloria spoke, "Aria is a strong woman, but the thought of you being locked up, dead, or anything like that, she won't be able to handle." Gloria continued, "The soulmate will not fill the void completely, but it will be enough for her to finish this life without you."
"Damn." Chris huffed.
"Remember, there are things that we can not always see that try to force twin flames apart, the negatives in the world try to outpower the light connections that are forming. We are meant to raise the vibrations of the earth to a higher frequency than what the negative can do, so the negative tries to stop that, no matter the cost."
"Can you give me some good news?" Chris joked trying to lighten the mood causing Gloria to laugh.
"If you heed these warnings, you will have a long happy life with the other half of your soul." Gloria spoke, her eyes shutting for a moment, "Your father, he passed away?" Gloria spoke.
"Yes." Chris answered.
"He has a few messages for you." Gloria spoke causing the dark-haired man's ears to perk up, "He said to keep a watchful eye on those you think you can trust, not everyone is on your side." Gloria spoke, the man's eyes furrowing, his body going tense for a moment, "He also said to end it. You know what to do."
Chris felt the chills on his back, taking a deep breath, slightly confused but still having a feeling of knowing what his father was speaking about. He just had to do some investigation to make sure that he was thinking the same thing.
"Thank you so much for your time," Aria spoke, knowing that whatever Gloria had said to him had caused him to get spooked. Aria watched as Chris overpaid the woman who tried to protest, "There's no sense in arguing with him, he doesn't take no easily." Aria joked as they stood at the table with Gloria following.
Chris let out a small laugh as he made his way to the door, turning to look behind him to hold the door for Aria, but noticed that Gloria was speaking into her ear lowly, to where he could not hear, causing him to furrow his eyebrows for a moment before she thanked her for her time again, and moved towards Chris.
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f10werfae · 1 year
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The Breeding Ground
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pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Pregnant!Reader
summary: To others, Ari’s house was a breeding ground for him and his omega, but to him it was just fulfilling her purpose of carrying his pups (DILF!Ari) (Slightly manipulative)
Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/Disclaimer 18+
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“Daddy’s home! Where are ya my little pups” Ari roared toeing off his shoes, already smelling his mate’s gorgeous new scent after he managed to knock her up, for the fifth time. Watching as she toddled in with her infamous waddle, his omega walking in with a 6 month baby bump and their newest baby boy on her hip. Her face ecstatic at the sight of her alpha home after a long day hunting, their tiny tot already reaching out for his daddy. Now where were the other 3?
“You smell n’ look so sweet Tulip” He grumbled taking their baby boy, his other arm wrapping around her waist to let him nuzzle and lick up her neck, her body wearing a lilac maternity gown. Her hands already gripping for his touch and scent, her body already trying to rub off on him to get some of his scent on her, causing him to chuckle at the mere sight of her desperation.
Even though Ari had marked her after the choosing ceremony, it didn’t stop the odd beta from flirting with her, causing Ari to growl and rub their naked bodies together any chance her got. To a point where she practically went through withdrawals when she couldn’t smell him. Part of their bedtime routine after putting the tiny scragglers to bed, had now included them humping each other without abandon, with Y/n whining out for his scent and kisses, wanting each and every part of him against her.
“You’re home early” She beamed leaning up to press a kiss to Ari’s chin, her hands already feeling up under his shirt, feeling the new dad bod on him that made him even more irresistible. The tiny pudge now making him that bit more softer which she loved, when she rode his cock every morning she could hug more of him, kissing up his stomach whenever she was bored.
“hmm things finished up early with the pack, n’ I wanna see my tulip ass up face down” He whispered running his hand up her nape, kissing just below her ear before standing up right, bouncing the pup in his arms; smacking kisses on his cheek. Before she could even register what he had said, the other three pups tumbled down the stairs, the oldest being five, with Y/n being bred at least once a year. Per her alpha’s request.
“Daddy! We- We helped momma make pie today, n-n look we made you painting” Luke squealed hugging onto Ari’s legs, holding up the painting he and his two younger brothers had worked so hard on all afternoon. Hunkering down Ari sat down Mark who was in his arms onto the floor, his four boys now all huddled around him. All four of them equally protective over their momma, the queen of the household.
“Woah buddy, did you make this for me?” Ari smiled looking at the handiwork of his children, the coloured stick figures all holding hands, even chuckling at the way they had drawn his wife’s bump, a tiny stick figure inside. “That’s sissy, she’s not here yet” Harry pointed to the pink bow drawn into the figure in the bump, his hand reaching up to hold Y/n’s; all four of them equally momma’s boys and daddy’s boys. Even PJ who was the second youngest so far, the shyest of them all, who was always found with his nose in a book, away from any sort of interaction.
“So thoughtful did you show mommy this? Alright, this is going on the fridge, going to show this to your sister when she’s out, how about that?” He sighed standing up, watching them bounce about happily, seeing some of their eyes start to lid from exhaustion.
“Ari, I can tuck them into bed now, give you some time to get ready for bed?” Y/n offered picking up Mark and coddling him against her chest, his hands playfully clawing at her pendant which held an imprint of Ari’s thumb, although only them two knew it was a tracker. It was dangerous being the wife of a well known alpha.
“I can do it, I’ve got a new story to read to ‘em” Ari took Mark from her, picking up PJ into his other arm, instructing Luke to hold onto Harry’s hand up the stairs, “Remember, ass up baby, I don’t like being disappointed” Ari whispered as he leant in away from his boys, kissing his wife’s cheek one last time, sending her a wink and a smirk as he walked up the stairs. Boy was she in for a night.
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“Tulip, I missed you today, needed you so bad” Ari hummed nuzzling his nose up and down his mate’s neck, her scent filling his nose as his cock drove in and out of her sopping wet pussy, his tongue running over his mark on her neck; showing everyone that she was his. His eyes trained on her body as it jiggled and moved, his mouth clamping onto her breast as she whined and combed her fingers through his grown hair.
“M-Missed you too- oh fuck- kept dreamin o-of you” She whimpered feeling him suckle harder on her nipple, his hips smacking against her thighs repeatedly, his hands petting up the skin on her stomach and hips; thinking about how they were made just for carrying pups, his pups. Remembering at how during each pregnancy, she seemed to just grow sexier, having a motherly glow to her that was just so alluring. His tongue tasting the sweet milk that her body made, just for his pups, his groans sounding bc animalistic as her milk continued to spurt all over them both and into his waiting mouth.
“Yeah? Tell me what you dreamed of baby, fuck look at these tits just bouncing up in my face” He groaned watching her globes move in circular directions, slapping together creating lewd sounds, his right hand gripping her drool covered jaw as he licked up and down her face; taking the time to pull her mouth open and spit into it filthily. Her pouty lips shutting as she swallowed his saliva, spreading her tongue out for more, whimpering with her eyes squeezed shut from the sheer amount of pleasure.
“No. Tell me your dream, your alpha wants to hear it” He crooned slapping her cheek lightly to open her eyes, her face pouting like a puppy, “I-I you gave me puppies, lots n’ l-lots, shit” She squealed feeling his thumb reach down and play with her clit. Even feeling his hand slap her clit as if it was her ass, her pussy twitching at the spanking sensation before she saw stars. The gushing sound of her juices filling their bedroom as Ari chuckled darkly, watching his precious mate squirt all over his fat cock.
“Had you all round n’ big with my cum? You wanna give your alpha pups? What a good little omega you are, always wantin’ to make alpha happy” He cooed running his thumb up and down her second set of swollen lips, her hips jerking up at each sensation, her body burning with need feeling his cock harden back up while inside her. Reminding her of all the times she had cockwarmed him to sleep, only to be woken up by him mercilessly thrusting up into her pussy for his “breakfast”
“Mhm, want- want pups” His chin resting on her shoulder right by her ear. “Going to give you a whole litter Tulip, all swollen just for me, love to come home to you and our babies.” He groaned driving deeper and deeper each time, at some points he had even questioned whether he had physically hit the tip of her womb, causing her to scream out against the mattress in a fit of girlish giggles. At this point Y/n had forgotten what it was like to not be pregnant, constantly begging for him to fill her up with his cum, exactly what he wanted.
When Ari first saw her at the ceremony, she was being paraded around as the only daughter of the oldest clan in the country, immediately being surrounded by wealthy alphas from all over. To her the whole thing was terrifying, seeing all these men trying to lure her, only for her breath to be taken away by a certain beefy man. The only man who had taken the time to ask her what she liked, disliked and how she was doing. At that point she was ready to drop her panties and be bred, he just had her in a spell, like she had him.
“O-oh, am cumming a-again alpha” She squealed cradling her bump as it rippled and moved with the rest of her body, Ari’s balls smacking against her as he gave it one last effort, emptying his hot load into her sopping wet cavern. If she wasn’t pregnant, she would have been now. Her pussy clenching to keep his seed inside once he pulled out, her fingers reaching out to hold onto him straight away. “God if anyone came in here, they’d think it was some sorta breeding ground” He chuckled licking up the sweet sweat on her cleavage, his teeth raking over her milky breasts, sending a wink her way.
Her tired eyes never failed to smile up at him dazzlingly, sending his protective possessive heart into an overload. His hand cradling her stomach as she turned into his side, starting the process of humping herself onto his body, all for his scent.
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PSA: Hope you all enjoy this Ari fic! I don’t quite know where I was going with it but I went along with it 😳
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imyourbratzdoll · 8 months
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What about stepdaughter reader who isnt innocent and likes getting fucked by step daddy lloyd even both doing it in hopes to get caught so she has lloyd to herself
hey honey! I'm sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it! I added a little twist at the end.
summary - you have been sleeping with your stepfather, and someone happens to catch you.
warning - smut, voyeurism, creampie, cheating, masturbating, semi-public sex, squirting.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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“Fuck, you’re such a fucking slut.” Lloyd growls, slamming into you from behind. His hands grip your hips tightly, grunting at how tight you feel wrapped around his cock. “Not so fucking innocent, huh? You just love being fucked by your stepdad.” You grip the edge of the pool, water splashing with every thrust. Lloyd’s hand wraps around your throat, bending you backwards until your back arches. “You just had to tease me in the pool, didn’t you? You don’t even care that your mother is in the kitchen.” 
Your cunt clenches at his words, and the thought of finally getting caught turns you on to no end. You had been sneaking around with your stepfather for a while now and wanted your mum out of the picture. “Daddy! It feels so good! I’m your slut!” You rest your head on his shoulder as he pounds into you, splitting you from the inside and causing your walls to spasm. You push back into him, grinding your arse against his thrusts. “You fuck me so good, Daddy. Better than anyone else.” You moan a little too loudly, but you don’t care. Too lost in pleasure to notice your neighbour Mr Levinson watching from his backyard, gripping his hardened member and slowly stroking it up and down to your moans and the sight of you getting fucked by your stepdad.
Lloyd grunts, picking up his pace. “I better be the only one your fucking.” He buries himself deep into you. His hand moves to the front of you and begins to rub your swollen clit, loving how you squeeze him. “You better cum around me, sunshine. Let your mum and the neighbours hear how hot you sound at getting fucked.” He fucks you harder and faster, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitch as his end approaches, but he holds back, wanting you to cum first. 
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Daddyyyyy!” You scream, throwing your head back as your walls clench and unclench around him, squirting around his thick member and into the pool. Your head falls forward, resting against the edge of the pool as Lloyd continues to fuck into you until he grunts and cums deep into you, burying into you until his cum leaks out. 
“Fuck, sunshine. I hope you get fucking pregnant after this. I want everyone to know that I own you.” He presses a kiss to the back of your head, slowly pulling out of your tight cunt and tucking himself back into his trunks. 
You spin around and press a soft kiss to his lips. The two of you don’t notice your mum watching you through the window, a saddened but not shocked look on her face. Lloyd wraps your legs around his waist, holds onto you, caresses your cheek, and looks into your eyes lovingly. “I love you, my little sunshine.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
Ari grins darkly, his cum painted on the fence as he tucks his softened cock back into his jeans. He finally has something to use against the two of you to get what he wants. Maybe he and Lloyd can come to an agreement, perhaps even share you for when the two of them need a release. 
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intoanotherworld23 · 2 months
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Good For You
Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans
Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, this whole thing is pure smut and sex, there’s female oral, fingering, a smidge of choking, bondage, unprotected sex
Summary: Chris has got you right where he wants you, and all you want to be is a good girl for him
I haven’t posted anything about Chris for a while so enjoy y’all! Let me know what you think in the comments and be sure to reblog, reblog, reblog!! XOXO
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"Oh god."
The heat between your legs was becoming almost unbearable at this moment. It was like an ache you couldn't get rid of, and it was starting to get to you.
Fingers gripping onto the hand rails behind your head as the silk fabric started to cut into your skin.
Back arching off the bed as your toes became entangled in the cold sheets. It was like you were being tortured, and you loved every minute of it.
Your legs were numb to feeling as they were constantly shaking, and thick hands were gripping your soft flesh.
A wet tongue lapping relentlessly at your raw core. Running circles around your dripping opening like you were his last meal. The sounds of your slickness like music to his ears. He could keep you like this all day, and you knew he would too.
"Mhhhm. More Chris." Whispering just enough for him to hear.
"You want more?" Tongue sucking onto your clit making your cry out.
Diving his tongue right in as his fingers spread your lips apart getting easier access. Nuzzling his face so close his nose was brushing against your clit. His tongue massaging your inner walls as his hands rubbed soothing circles on your outer knees.
Rotating your hips against his face wanting more, but unable to open your mouth and say the words. His tongue literally had you speechless right now.
"Something wrong sweetheart?" His tone condescending as he smirked up at you. "Did you need something?"
Pushing two fingers inside of you admiring how tight you were. Biting your bottom lip so harshly you thought you might draw blood. His fingers felt so delicious inside of you.
Your limbs felt so heavy but relaxed at the same time. Whining down at Chris to go faster, and he responded with a light chuckle.
"Can't wait to fuck that little cunt of yours." He says biting his bottom lip.
His thick fingers continued to slowly thrust and curl inside of you. Waiting for your response as you gasped when he sharply pushed his digits all the way up into your cervix. He was in complete control over you, and had you right where he wanted you.
"Cat got your tongue?" He teased when you weren't responding.
Watching intensely as your mouth hung open, and only little squeaks came out. Kissing up your stomach as he nuzzled your hot skin loving how vulnerable you were for him. Really pulling against your restraints hoping he would untie you.
"Such a poor little thing aren't you." Chris coos into your ear. "So desperate to cum."
"Chris." Mewling desperate to grip onto his locks or just something.
Instead of responding he just pulls apart your thighs even more. The slight burn radiating all the way down to your calves. Meanwhile he just stared between your legs licking his lips noticing just how wet and raw you looked.
"Fuck just look at you." Shaking his head in almost disbelief you were all his. "Look so fucking beautiful."
Watching as he lowers one of his hands to grip onto his very erect cock. Stroking himself groaning in pain from how sensitive he was. All he wanted right now was to bury himself deep inside of you.
Even though it was a very simple motion it was still the hottest thing you had ever seen. Grinding your hips into the air wanting him to touch you or something. Of course Chris saw what you were doing and grinned down at you.
"What do you want baby?" Reaching out to grip softly onto your neck with the same hand that gripped his cock just seconds ago.
"Chris." Whining up at him just hoping he would give it to you.
"No no." He shakes his head at you. "My sweet girl I want to hear you say it."
His hand tightening around your neck just slightly. Feeling the pressure of his fingers against your throat. Smoothly running his hand down past your collarbone, and in between your breasts. Feeling just how heavily your were breathing.
Chris was known for pushing you past your comfort zone. He wanted you to always give in to what he wanted when it came to sex. He wanted you and nobody else.
Just to tease you even more he places the tip of his cock at your entrance. Gathering your juices and rubbing it up and down. Twisting your hips to get more, but he just grabbed your hips to keep you still.
"Tell me like the good little girl you are." His tip barely just entering you.
"Please fuck me Chris." Finally able to say the words. "Just fuck me so hard I want your cock so badly."
Smiling down at you as he leaned forward to attach his lips to yours. His mouth moving along yours in such a sensual manner you felt so many sparks of fireworks. Feeling the outline of his cock pressed against your cunt.
Pushing his tongue inside your mouth at the same time he pushed his length inside of you. Swallowing your moans as his hips were pressed into your pelvis. Staying there for just a few seconds so you could adjust. Savoring the moment your walls enclosed around him like little suckers.
"Such a tight delicious pussy for me." He groaned as he pulled out and pushing back in. "Gonna have to fuck you more often sweetheart."
He begins to pound into your cunt with no mercy. The sounds of his hips slapping against yours. Moving the bed and slamming the headboard into the wall. His little grunts echoing in your ear and he moved relentlessly inside of you.
Feeling the fabric rubbing against your skin even harder creating a burning sensation. Typically the pain would have brought tears to your eyes, but right now it was only heightening the pleasure even more intensely.
"Look at me sweet girl." Commanding you noticing your shut eyes. "Look into my eyes as you cum around my cock."
Noticing how his jaw clenched as he grit his teeth staring deep into your eyes. Feeling your cheeks begin to become hot with such an intimate interaction. It was just you and him in this moment, and he wanted you to become lost in each other.
"That's my good girl." He praised you. "Always such a good sweet girl for me."
Wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as you began to feel that intense feeling building inside your stomach. Breasts bouncing back and forth with the motion of his rocking. His eyes looking down at them with lust. Unable to bear it anymore as he attached your left breast into his mouth.
"Oh my god." Crying out throwing your head back.
Chris could tell you were right there with each squeeze around his cock. He wanted to cum at the same time that you did. Holding himself back from spilling his seed inside of you too soon. Sweating so heavily he felt like he would almost pass out.
Lifting his head to look down at where you two are connected. Noticing as each time his cock pulls out a white creamy like substance strings along his length. The image drives him absolutely feral. Moving in and out of you so harshly your afraid he might actually break your body.
Your pathetic whimpers and moans are what keep him motivated. His eyes staying concentrated on your completely blissed out face. Your pupils are so dilated from being high off of each other.
"Cum for me sweetheart." He begs you unable to hold back any longer.  "I'm right there."
One of his hands reached down between you two to rub circles against your bundle of nerves. That was enough to send you spiraling. Your toes curling as your whole body shook with such an intense orgasm. Legs trembling against Chris’s hips as he held onto you.
Spilling his own seed inside of you his cock twitching a couple of times as he drained the last of his fluid. Laying against you feeling absolutely tired but relaxed.
"Was that okay?" He asked timidly as he reached up to untie your sore wrists. Your limbs falling straight down. "I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No." Responding out of breath eyes fluttering. "No Chris it was perfect."
"Good." He smiled up at you snuggling against your sweaty body his head on your chest. "Cause I'm not done with you yet."
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stylesmygucci · 1 year
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Requesting Chris Evans having a impregnate kink with his girlfriend, reader
-𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 || 𝐂.𝐄
Pairing: Husband!chris x reader
Content warnings: fluff, extreme mentions of sex, talks of children/futures, SMUT!! (breeding, rough penetration)
Word count: 2.2k
A/n: I read four books these last months, I’m giving you guys all I’ve learned. So sorry for the wait, school and depression don’t go well, but I had to fit Chris in. It’s not as explicit as some smuts but it’s sweet. ENJOY! masterlist
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It’s been months since we’ve seen our friends. Jason and Layla had a baby, Abel, last September and he turned a year old not too long ago. We couldn’t make it to the party, unfortunately, but we planned to surprise them (despite having already checked if they were free the day we planned to go).
Chris left the party city with a “Happy Birthday” balloon and wrapping paper PJ Masks themed.
As Chris drove I wrapped the gift we already had for the baby. It wasn’t the best, but on the road, it was the best it was going to get. I should’ve told Chris to buy a gift bag.
Layla and Abel were already outside when we arrived. Her smile widened as we got out the car. On her hip was the little bub we hadn’t seen in so long.
“Hiiiii!” I dragged out, giving them both huge hugs.
“Say hi, Abel.” She picked up his small hand and he babbled a Hi and other nonsense I didn’t understand. My heart swooned. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist and crouched low enough to make faces at Abel.
“Oh you’re huge now!” He says, tickling his side. Abel gave a smile but it quickly faltered. He shuffled off his mom’s hip and grabbed her hand as he made his way to the door, wobbly like his head was too heavy for his body.
“Please come in.” Layla says, relentlessly drawn by her one year old. “Jason’s on a grocery run, told him to pick up some sushi on the way. Have you guys eaten?”
“No, not yet.”
“Perfect.”
We spent the next thirty minutes laughing and sitting back. Chris played with Abel, mindlessly bored without Jason here; but he still added his feedback like he was paying attention to our conversation while he raced toy cars with Abel. I knew him enough that he probably was listening, just not enough to not give any attention to the child.
That’s what I liked about him.
The front door sprung open, followed by a knock. “Hey! Hey!” Jason greeted a with a big smile, grocery bags and a six pack juggling in his hands.
Both Abel and Chris looked up with identical happy smiles.
Abel lifted himself on one knee and lopsidedly crawled across the floor to his dad. By then, Jason put the groceries on the table and outstretched his arms to catch his baby. He swung him up and threw him into the air until Abel giggled.
It suddenly made me think of Chris and how he’s like with his nieces and nephews; how he could possibly be with his own.
“Chris! Y/n!”
I stood up and followed after Chris. They shared a brotherly hug and I gave him a greeting kiss on the cheek.
“I’ve got beers, wine, sushi. Please, make yourselves at home.”
I couldn’t deny that I missed this— hanging with our friends and catching up on our lives, sharing funny stories and choking on our food from how much laughter we brought out of each other.
After Abel fell asleep and the loud fun was over, Layla sent the guys off to Jason’s man-cave, desperately needing me alone.
“Sooooo,” she says. It’s one of those dragged out so’s that means she’s expecting news. She has me stretched out, shoeless feet on the couch, glass of wine in hand, and a toy I can’t seem to grasp poking at the small of my back.
I steal a cracker from the half-eaten tray in front of us and smile just to give her the same energy. “Sooooo.”
She laughs. “You’re not gonna tell me what’s up!”
“What do you mean?” I laughed.
“You’re not pregnant.”
My eyes flung wide. “No— oh god, do I look pregnant?”
“No, I’m just saying you and Chris look…” she searched for the word.
“What?” I got nervous with every second of silence.
“Healthy.”
I could feel my eyes brows raise unconsciously. Did we not look healthy before?
Like she read my mind, she followed after her sentence quickly. “I don’t mean you didn’t look healthy before, I’m just saying you look so happy, so gleeful and bright. Just thought you had exciting news, that’s all.”
“Well, I’m not pregnant.” I answer, seriously so she wouldn’t think otherwise. “But Chris and I are happy, incredibly so. And very healthy.”
She hummed and nodded like she wasn’t fully convinced I wasn’t telling her everything. “Tell me about the anniversary.” She grabbed a cracker from the tray.
A grin grew on my face.
She looked up at me and her smile matched mine. “Uh oh, I know that face. What’d he do? Because he didn’t knock you up, that’s for sure.”
I pushed her shoulder and she laughed.
I smiled, “We just ate dinner the two of us,” I smiled wider, “then he went down on me like five times.”
She laughed like a school girl and suddenly I felt like a teenager again.
“Then it was just the best sex of my life.”
“Oh. My. God. Every detail, now.”
“Hard, rough, so much dirty talk— he kept talking about how pretty I would look with his baby inside of me— I have never cummed so hard and so fast, Lay, I’m serious.”
She laughed hysterically, I hushed her like she forgot her child was sleeping upstairs. She covered her mouth and scooted closer like she had a secret.
“I remember me and Jason’s anniversary.” Her eyes widened. “Last year. That’s when Abel was conceived.”
“You’re kidding.”
She shook her head.
“That’s why I thought maybe you were— I don’t know.” She looked down at my stomach. I patted it and shook my head.
“Well, I’m not.”
There was a shift in energy, I wasn’t sure why. The excitement was sucked from us and the air grew thick.
She knew better than me, her face showed it.
“Have you talked to him about kids?”
“I mean, obviously. We just- we’ve both been busy, there’s not enough time to think about it too much. We just know we want them, yknow.”
She nodded.
She poked my side and set her wine aside.
“You should tell him.”
“What exactly?”
She drops her head on my shoulder and hugs me. “That you want one now.”
Did I want one now, though? A child that would give us ten times more responsibilities than we have?…
I do. I look at Layla and all the toys on the floor. I look at every bit of evidence that proves they have a bundle of joy, and envy it. I do want it. I want it bad, and I want it now.
“Ok.” I tell her.
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It’s dark out now. Chris has Billy Joel low, humming along to some of the songs as he drives. But I keep thinking about what Layla said and reimagine that night of our anniversary: instead of him pulling out, he fills me with his warm cum.
I crave it more now, to the point where my legs close shut for a small sense of relief.
Slowly, his hand cascaded along my thigh. I looked at him and he smiled, glancing back and forth from the road.
“You okay? You’ve been a bit quiet since we left.”
“Just feel a bit tired, that’s all.”
Confusion fled his face.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
We entered the garage and he shut the engine off, but he grabbed my knee again before I could get up.
“Baby-“ I looked back at him and smiled, but his eyes told he saw through my facade. He always could. “Something’s on your mind, talk to me.”
“…Over some wine and cereal?”
He rolled his eyes but smiled. “As long as you talk to me!”
“I will, promise.” I kissed his cheek.
Once inside, we went our separate ways: Chris to our bedroom, and me to the kitchen. Dodger kept circling around my legs every time I opened a new cabinet. He was looking for treats; I was looking for a cup and some wine.
I got two glasses and poured 1982 Pavillon Rouge wine, it was one of the good ones we had stored at the very top.
Then, I felt his hand. His soft, large hands circle around my waist and push me against him. His lips grazed under my ear and I let him see through me. I shut my eyes and let every guard I put up for myself turn into liquid. I wanted him to know everything, let him have control over me, do everything he wanted and more.
“You wanna talk to me now?” He grumbled against my neck, pressing a chaste kiss there before pulling back and turning my head to his. His fingers were delicate under my chin, but I didn’t look at him.
He turned me by the waist but didn’t let me leave him, he pressed me right back into his chest.
“Look at me, baby.”
I opened my eyes.
“Tell me.”
“Chris,” the words seemed so simple but somehow felt so difficult . It’s just Chris, I reminded myself— my comfort, my love, my husband; I love him, I want this with him, I want him to give this to me.
I said his name again. He kissed my head and cheek then looked back into my eyes.
Please, it’s just me, they said.
“I want a baby.” The tightness left my chest and he smiled.
“You know how much I love you, right?” He asked.
I knew, but I had a feeling he was going to tell me regardless.
He kissed my lips so hard I thought they would bruise by the end of it.
“I love you so much,”—he kissed them again— “you don’t understand just how long I’ve been waiting to give you this—“ again. “to get you pregnant—“ again. “to see you big and full of my baby—“ again and again and again.
I was smiling like an idiot now.
“God.” He murmured breathlessly against my lips.
Somewhere between one sip of wine and making our way up the stairs to our bedroom, our clothes were being pulled off one by one.
His lips traveled up and down my bare shoulder, his hand caressed my breast, the other my ass, and all I could do was breathe him in and pull his hair to show him he’s doing all the right things.
He knows, though. He always knows.
His lips went up to mine, he took them between his, softer and more sensual than the last.
He hiked my legs to wrap over his waist and he positioned himself. I felt him on me, his bare tip brushing my slit. He looked at me and smiled, I smiled back— then I moaned.
“Chris!” I grabbed his arm. “Fuck.”
He was fully inside me, digging into everywhere I needed. He kissed my knee with a furrow in his brows. Then he pulled out, now only inches in me.
“How much do you want this?” He asked.
“So much.”
He thrusted back into me and groaned under his breath.
“How much?”
“Fuck, Chris, so much.” And again, he pulled out and thrusted back in.
“Yeah?”
I could already feel myself losing my voice. I nodded and looked at him, right above me. He kissed my swollen lips then kissed my head.
“I’ll give it to you, Y/n. I’ll give you anything you want and more— Fuck, I could give you the world if I could. You deserve it, you deserve it so much.”
He fucked me, hard, slow, fast. His lips went to my neck, shoulders, cheeks, forehead, lips, and ears. And his hands pinched my ass, waist, and thighs. He gave me every bit of love he could express through this while he finished inside me and gave me what I wanted.
I sighed, satisfied, wasted. He gave me his all, and three orgasms. I was wasted.
He pulled out of me, wearily.
His fingers touched my sticky thighs and went into me.
“What are you-“
“Gotta make sure it works.” He smirks with weary eyes. He was pushing every bit of cum that leaked out back into me before he licked his fingers off.
“Wait here.” He said as if I could move with how tired I was.
He came back with a wet towel and wiped me clean, he helped me up, sat me on the toilet and watched me pee.
He was smiling, I was smiling, but I wanted him to tell me what his reason for looking at me so dazed was.
“What?” I asked.
“I can’t wait.” He said. He leaned down to kiss me. “I can’t wait to meet her, spoil her, raise her with you. I can’t wait.”
“What makes you so sure it’ll be a girl?”
“I don’t know, but I’m hoping for someone like you; just as amazing, just as beautiful.” He kissed me.
The next morning, Chris insisted we make love again, just in case it didn’t work.
And all those attempts must’ve because only two weeks later were we staring down at a positive pregnancy test, kissing, crying, and already searching for baby names.
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𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨
pairing:dark!boss!steve rogers x virgin!fem reader
WORDCOUNT: 5.9k | warnings: dubious consent ! power imbalance (boss!steve, employee!reader) sexual naivety, height difference [6'6 steve, 5'3 reader], oral m receiving, rough p in v, misogyny, sexism, breeding kink, daddy kink, housewife kink, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, praise kink, spanking, captain kink, dumb baby reader (in steve's eyes), nonconsensual pregnancy, reader loves big mean stevie and loves when he taints her <3
PSA: YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. 18+ ! If any of these topics trigger you, please do not indulge in this content! This is a DARK!FIC, and is intended to come across as such. Minors, please dni - this content is 18+ and is under my #WOMNSFW tag.
summary: Steve Rogers is in deep need of a new personal assistant. You, an intern for Stark who often loiters around the Avengers Compound, put yourself forward for the position. You believe working under the Captain America will help you to get in good graces throughout your career. Little do you know, being America’s golden boy’s personal assistant means doing a little more than rummaging through files and writing letters.
So pretty, so perfect, so poised. Steve Rogers sits back comfortably in his chair, his eyes trained on you, never leaving, not even to acknowledge the poor waitress who puts his beer down in front of him. You speak proper, each word flowing from your mouth with purpose, your speech coherent, and your voice confident.
It makes Steve’s cock twitch in his trousers as he watches you. Your gaze on him doesn’t linger, but you do flinch when he reaches towards his beer too quickly. It makes his stomach flip, and he tries to hold back the hiss that threatens to slip past his lips. He knows he’s America’s Golden Boy, and that he’s supposed to be better than this; but he was raised in the 1930’s, and his ideals surrounding women never really fizzled out.
Your voice fades back in, and as you address him, it snaps Steve out of his train of thought. “So, I’m sure now that we’re well acquainted with each other, Captain Rogers—“
“Please. Just call me Steve. We’ve known one another long enough.”
He quirks a brow as your cheeks flood over in red, before beckoning you to continue your speech. “Well, then, Steve,” you swallow thickly, your voice dropping a few octaves, and Steve senses that he’s embarrassed you. “Now that we’re well - uh, better - acquainted, I hope that you can consider me for the position of your personal assistant.”
“What?” Steve’s blue eyes bore into yours, and they make you brood in anxiety. You feel childish, sitting in front of him in a flowery dress, at what could somewhat be considered an interview, asking to work for him. Perhaps you should’ve dressed nicer, more work appropriate? Yet, before you can blubber on, Steve continues; “doll, if you wanted to work for me, you could’ve just said. Did you do all of this to ask for the position?”
He blinks at you. Embarrassment washes over you like a tsunami wave as you blink back at him. Of course, you could’ve just said you wanted to work for him - you feel naive ever thinking otherwise. Steve’s not a stranger, you practically work with him every day, and he'd be more than enthusiastic to hear you out. He's not one of. the guys at work who ignore women and everything they have to say. He’s nice enough to always say hello to you and sometimes buy you coffee, and flowers if you were down. He's one of the good ones!“I thought it might’ve been inappropriate to ask you whilst you were training.” You shoot him a small smile, trying to ignore how the upwards tug of his lips makes your skin rise with goosebumps.
“Does Stark know you’re applying for this role?”
"He’s actually the one who suggested it.”
Steve takes a long sip of his drink. He stares at you over the rim of the glass, watching you squirm and ponder over his answer. He already knows the answer to your question, but watching you shuffle in your seat and act silly in front of him makes his cock throb, and he enjoys the feeling. You’re so innocent, pressing against the table, wide-eyed, acting as though your tits aren’t pressed together and basically on display for him. The dress is so low-cut. It makes him want to take you right here.
Did you wear that just to get him riled up? “Well, I can’t think of anybody more suitable to fit the position. You know the Compound, you know my office, and I’ve noticed you get on well with higher authorities. You seem like a doting employee.” He kisses his teeth slightly, looking down at the table, before looking up at you through his lashes. He tries to hold back the smirk on his face as he speaks, but it’s impossible not to: “of course, you will also be expected to work somewhat more flexible hours. Later start times, later finishes. We won't always be in the office at the compound - a lot of my additional work files are at my personal home office, but I can always make you up a key to give you easier access."
“Of course,” you chirp, nodding at him enthusiastically. “I’m okay with longer hours, and I can work around you and what you need.”
Steve grins. “Perfect.”
It has been about three weeks since you left your position as an intern at Stark Industries and began working for Steve Rogers. It was an exhausting process at first; the sudden change in routine, the heavy workload, the unsociable hours, and Steve often worried you would change your mind. If you couldn't bend for this position, you would break, and he was incredibly worried you'd do the latter. Perhaps because he hadn’t seen you frown so often before, but during the first fortnight of working as his assistant, your lips were always somewhat tugged downwards, and you were always so busy, unable to even joke with him.
You soldiered on, though. Managing to catch up to months worth of missed calls, avoided emails, old paperwork, and forgotten documents. Steve praised you every time you completed a task, and often he found you beaming up at him, prideful and flustered.
Yet, whilst peeking up from his desktop, he finds himself annoyed. You’re sitting quietly opposite him, noting down things and scheduling appointments, and he can’t help the twitch of his cock as he watches you do it. You're not incredibly busy anymore, and yet you're not engaging in any conversation with him. Steve knows you value professionalism, but he only really let you have this job because of his alternative motives when it comes to you.
His eyes flicker back to the computer screen, and then back to you. It's like before his brain can register what he's doing; he's doing it, but he doesn't mind. This is his office, after all, his space. You're his assistant, and if anything, you're supposed to assist him in doing it. His hands are wrapped around his thick, angry cock, and he pumps slowly, watching you intensely.
You're tapping away at your computer so innocently. Your eyes are wide and interested, and clearly whatever your scheduling for Steve has your entire attention because you don't even look up at him. He strokes his cock carefully, and slowly, and his breathing wavers as he runs a finger over his angry, red tip, using some of his precum for lube.
“You okay, Steve?” your voice fills the quiet room, and he looks over at you, his hands still wrapped around his cock. The naivety of your tone makes his cock twitch in his hands, and his pace slows. He makes eye contact with you, never breaking it as he slowly strokes his hand up and down his length. It makes him so much harder that you have no idea what he's doing, and he imagines what your lips would feel like wrapped around him.
“Fine, doll. Just a little sore.” Steve purses his lips as you nod. He meets your eyes, and you hold his gaze, concern plastering over your face.
You're so... modest. Completely unaware of what he's doing, and he loves it. Steve craves you; craves to taint the innocence which consumes you. You're too trusting for your own good, and one of these days, it's going to get you hurt.
Steve just needs to make sure it's him that hurts you, and nobody else.
“You do look awfully red, Steve.” You murmur across from him, concern painting your features. The heavy gaze your boss has on you makes you feel somewhat uncomfortable, but worry overrides any instinctive emotion. “Do you feel hot?”
Steve grunts in agreement with your question. He looks more disheveled than usual. His posture seems hunched, but he seems somewhat relaxed, and his gaze is hard and trained on you. You're unsure as to what's wrong - he's so red, it looks like he's burning up. Perhaps he has a fever, but you're sure the Super Soldier Serum ensures that he doesn't get ill. “Can I get you anything? Paracetamol? A glass of water?” you ask innocently, standing up from your desk chair, slowly walking towards him.
His computer monitor thankfully covers his crotch. Steve’s eyes don’t leave you, and it makes his cock leak when you softly begin to walk over to him. He’s almost certain you own nothing but inappropriate, seductive clothing; he’s seen more of your cleavage these past three weeks than he has anyone else’s, and it’s driving him crazy. The fact he’s managed to hold off from devouring you is insane, but he isn’t sure how much longer he can take.
Being the nice guy just doesn’t seem to be working. The hand which was stroking his cock stills, and he commands you to stop once you’re mere inches away, stood behind his monitor, so small he can hardly see you. “Do you own any appropriate clothing?”
His question is direct and his tone is reprimanding. Your knees wobble, and your head hangs slightly. Shame spreads throughout your body. “I didn’t realise this was inappropriate. My apologies.”
It’s unlike Steve to bark at you. Usually, he’s incredibly soft-spoken and considerate, yet it seems you’ve worn any patience he’s held for you thin. “Doll, every outfit you’ve worn this week has been low-cut and short.” He breathes, and your neck prickles with discomfort when you notice how dark and blown his pupils are. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been kind. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But I don’t think these kinds of… outfits would be appropriate elsewhere. You didn’t wear these outfits when interning for Stark.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” Your subordinate manner only makes his cock twitch more, and he’s thankful his hand is sheathing his cock, because the precum that trickles out of its covers his skin and not his trousers. “I’ll try to be more considerate next time.”
It’s painful to let go of his length, but he has to, and he shoves it back inside of his trousers and innocently buttons them up. “Are you wearing these suggestive outfits to get a rise out of me?”
You gasp. “No. Never. I - Sir, I aim to be as appropriate and considerate as possible. I’m sorry I’ve been misleading you.” Steve rises from his seat, and you swallow thickly, feeling incredibly small compared to your boss. You’ve often been close to him - side by side, brushing shoulders, but he’s always been soft-spoken and gentle, apologetic and genuinely caring. Now, it seems like his patience is worn thin, and as opposed to seeing a civilian Steve, you feel as though you're standing in front of a soldier. “I can go and change now if you want?”
“No.” His tone is so low it matches that of a growl, and you cower weakly as he towers over you. Fear pulsates in your being as you stare up at him, suddenly feeling incredibly unsafe, and your heart races in your chest. Steve would never hurt me, you remind yourself, he’s one of the good ones.
You open your mouth to speak, but Steve shushes you. His finger splays over your lips, and you feel scolded and childlike. “I think you do it for attention.” His finger pushes against you, as does his body, as he stalks forward and you shuffle backward, trying to keep any space between the two of you. “You know, it’s been hard staying silent for this long. Watching you from afar, never knowing what to say or do.” His hot breath fans your ear, and Steve’s nostrils flare. “Trying to be a gentleman. Buying you coffee and flowers and cards when you were working at the Compound as a way to be friendly and nice. But I don’t think you want that.”
“I’m sorry, Steve.” You squeak out, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. Steve’s fingers gently press against your skin, wiping away any that spill, his skin icy against your own. “I-I’ve appreciated the gifts. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” He asks, his eyes shooting down at you. You nod your head eagerly, staring up at him, trying to ignore how the dark look in his eyes makes your stomach flip. “I don’t think you’re truly sorry. I gave you this job to be my personal assistant. I expected more of you. You’re dressing as whore, and you can’t even apologize correctly.”
You swallow thickly, staring up at him. “‘M sorry. I haven’t meant to present myself that way,” your voice wavers. “What would y-you deem a suitable apology, Steve?”
“Captain.” Steve’s fingers find their way into your hair, and you squeak slightly as he tugs at it. “You only get to call me Steve when you’ve been good, which you haven’t.”
“How should I apologize, Captain?”
Your voice is an incredulous whisper. The subordination you show drives Steve crazy, and it takes everything in him not to force your mouth open and push you onto his cock. No, he needs to coax you into it - make you agree that this is the best way to apologize. Any other way wouldn’t suffice.
It’s as though you can’t believe this is happening - and in a way, Steve can’t, either. He’s always imagined this happening - having you begging him to tell you how to do something in a way that’s deemed fit in his eyes, having you be in pain whilst doing it. He curses slightly, before breathing out, “use that pretty little mouth of yours to worship me.”
“What?”
“I said, ‘use that pretty little mouth of yours to worship me’. Don’t expect me to repeat myself again.” He warns, blinking down at you, before muttering, “you’ve dressed like a whore, sweetheart. I think it’s only fair the Captain treats you as such.” His thumb drags down your lips, and you look up at him with such hesitation it makes his balls throb. He feels as though the look on your face could make him cum already.
Warmth floods over your cheeks. It feels wrong as Steve’s palms press heavily on your shoulders, the weight of him coaxing you down. A shudder leaves you as he forces you onto your knees in front of him, and you stare at his trousers, which are tight by the groin. “Captain, I don’t think -“ you swallow thickly, shaking as he comes down to unbutton his trousers, and flinching once his hands clasp yours, “-I don’t think this is appropriate.”
Your voice comes out in a hushed whisper, and he glares down at you, relishing in your embarrassment. Your eyelashes are wet and tears prickle your eyes still, “You’re on your knees now, doll.” He huffs, blowing out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in. Your hands shake as he guides them to his trousers. “You might as well get on with it.”
“No I - I don’t want to.” Your voice wavers as he uses your hands to pry his cock out of his trousers, which is an angry red and seeping with cum, and you feel like scurrying away from it. “I-I haven’t ever done anything like this before.” Steve is stronger than you and the grip he’s got on your wrists makes you feel as though they will snap, so you decide not to, rather cowering away from his length in fear.
“Are you a virgin?” His question makes your head shoot up in embarrassment, your eyes wide and distraught, and he groans. “Oh my god, you’re a fucking virgin.”
“I never said I was,” you mutter, yelping when his hands strike you against the face. Fresh tears fall over old tear stains, and you flinch as his fingers splay over your chin.
He tuts. “Don’t lie to me. Are you a virgin?”
“Yes,” you murmur, shameful, eyes watery as you stare up at him. You sniffle, thankful for his gentle touch, which replaces the cruelty of his hands seconds ago. It makes your heart bloom with warmth as he brushes your face softly with his fingers, although he’s wiping away the pain he’s caused.
“My pretty little baby’s a virgin,” Steve coos, and the tone of his voice makes pressure form in your lower belly. “This mouth has never been around anyone’s cock before? Ever?”
There’s almost a deluded tone in his voice as he presses his tip against your lips. You quiver below him, your eyes trained on him as he pushes himself in your mouth. It feels wrong to do this with him - it feels exploitative, and whilst you opt to pull away from him, the wetness in your panties warns you otherwise. You’re enjoying this, and it’s making you feel terrible. You’re letting your boss take advantage of you and you love it.
You'd be lying if you denied the fact that you found Steve attractive. You had a thing for blonds, and the Golden Boy reputation he had made butterflies form in your belly. The fact he was so unlike what he seems makes your thighs clench and your pussy throb. A Golden Boy with an urge to taint; and somehow, you want to be tainted.
You hum against his cock, and it makes Steve’s stomach explode with heat. The wet of your tongue and the hot of your mouth is everything he’s ever wanted and more, and as your teeth scrape against him, he hisses, trying to hold back the smack he wants to deliver to you. You’re not ready for that yet; you’re a virgin, a sweet girl who needs taking care of. He needs to be gentle with you. “Nuh-uh-uh, doll. Cover those teeth of yours and hollow your cheeks - yes, like that, baby."
Steve breathes heavily as you take it in. It feels intrusive to your mouth as you suck on his cock, your tongue swirling up and down his tip. His hands make their way into your hair, and he gently begins to slide your head up and down, going at a quicker pace. It makes your belly ache with warmth as he does it, the feeling of his hands wrapped in your hair making you feel surprisingly... horny? It makes your face flush when you realize you're enjoying being used by Steve, and you eagerly begin to run your tongue up and down his length, tracing his veins and making sure to pay extra attention to his tip.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts, his balls slapping against your chin uncomfortably, “make your daddy’s cock nice and wet.” Steve’s pace quickens, and more and more of his cock forces its way into your mouth until your eyes are pricking with tears and you’re almost certain his length is going to suffocate you. Gag after gag follows through with each desperate thrust of his hips, and you clasp your hands around his thigh, looking up at him, eager to breathe. He doesn’t let you.
“My perfect little girl. Let daddy cum in your mouth and he’ll forgive you for dressing like such a whore.”
It’s not like you’ve got much of a choice anyway. In Steve's eyes, he's waited long enough to paint you in his cum, and it doesn’t take long for him to finish. He pulls out slightly, spewing cum over your cheeks and lips, grunting with approval at the sight of you. His innocent little personal assistant, who has never felt a man’s cock before today, has just had her throat fucked as though she were a fleshlight. Steve groans, steadying himself by using your head for support, and your nose crinkles as you swallow his cum which had painted your tongue.
It doesn't taste that bad.
“Best you clean yourself up.” Steve murmurs as you clamber up, knees shaking, the heat between your legs throbbing. “I don’t want my personal assistant to look so... defiled whilst she’s working alongside me.”
“Yes, Captain.”
As you attempt to scurry off to the bathroom, Steve stops you. “I want to make a few things clear about your position as my personal assistant, doll.”
You nod your head, uncertain as to what he might say next. The sight of you covered in his cum makes his heart bloom with pride, and he realises that he has finally got you where he wants you to be. “Your role as my personal assistant is to assist me with anything I deem necessary. Whether that be sexual or otherwise. You got that?”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Good girl.”
Your body has been aching and sore for days. Forcing yourself up from your desk chair, you jolt slightly at the sudden pain which shoots up through your spine. You look away from Steve’s hot gaze, which makes you feel flustered and funny, and you begin to flip through pages in your folder, desperate to keep yourself occupied and not draw too much attention from Steve.
“Come here, doll.” His voice is gentle, his arms wide and open, urging you in.
You nod your head, opting to agree. You've become conditioned to his sexual advances, and he accepts when you're not in the mood, saying that he doesn't want to pressure you. Steve is a good guy in that way; he wants you to move at your own pace. You only have to do this for a few more months or so, as that’s how long your contract is.
Steve taps his lap. You comply, carefully seating yourself atop of him, crinkling your nose when he gets too close. He notices, but he doesn’t care, leaning backward slightly and brushing a curl away from your face.
“What have I done for you to hate me?” his once confident voice is quiet, oozing with rejection.
You blink at him. “I - I don’t hate you.”
Steve hums, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. You shuffle uncomfortably in his lap, looking up at him with big, doe eyes, and it makes his cock twitch. You’re so innocent, so friendly, a big baby that needs protecting from the world. All Steve wants to do is protect you and keep you safe. “You don’t look at me the same anymore,” he notes quietly. “You used to look at me like I was a savior before you started working under me.”
You shuffle uncomfortably, looking up at him through your lashes. He moves slightly to get comfortable, and your breath hitches in your throat when his clothed crotch rubs against yours. “I still think of you as a savior, Stevie,” you murmur quietly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
You’ve worked for Steve long enough now to know that the way around difficult conversations is to stroke his ego. His hand snakes around your back, and he traipses his fingers up and down your back slowly. “No bra, huh? What have I told you about dressing appropriately?”
“S-sorry, Steve.”
“Mmm, I forgive you, baby.” His hands fall to your skirt, and his fingers slowly ride up them. The material parts with the moving of his hands, and your body flushes with heat when his finger slides up and down your slits. He tuts. “No underwear, either? This'll be a little harder to forgive.”
You squeak slightly as Steve pushes a finger inside of you. “Y-you asked me not to wear underwear when I'm around you.”
“Nuh-uh-uh. I don’t remember that, doll. Don’t make things up to try and make yourself better off.” Except, he does remember it because he practically commanded you to strip your underwear off the last time you wore some when working alongside him. But you don’t need to remember that. Steve wants you to believe everything you do for him is because you want to do it, not because he’s told you to.
“Really?” you squeak as he curls his finger inside of you, ensuring he hits against your spongy spot. You try to ignore the heaviness of Steve’s gaze, and you swallow dryly, stuttering as Steve slips another digit in, beginning to fuck you faster with a ‘come-forth’ motion.
“Yeah, doll. Maybe you just wanted your daddy to have easier access to this pretty pussy of yours. I know how much you like getting that little pussy touched.”
His fingers slow down inside of you, and he gazes down at you with a raised brow. You protest, trying to roll against his fingers, but he grabs your thighs and shakes his head. “Bad girls don’t get to feel good.”
“I’m not bad," you whine, and Steve shakes his head in response.
“You lied to daddy. Said he wanted you to wear no underwear. You said it like I’ve been forcing you not to wear underwear when it was your decision.”
The sharpness in his tone makes you recoil, and you still your lower half. against him, not wanting to make him anymore angrier than he already is. “I-I’m sorry. It was my decision. I’m sorry for lying.”
Steve sucks in a breath through his teeth. “You know, I’ve been holding back these past weeks. I wanted to break you in.” He pulls his fingers out of you, and you whine in protest, but your sounds are muffled when he shoves them inside of your mouth. You suck instinctively, and he groans against you. “I’ve been wanting to use that pretty pussy of yours for so long, doll. Been wanting to defile you and make you mine.”
Before you can even react, the tip of his cock is pressing against your slits. “I’ve wanted to fuck you and fill you up with my cum for so long now.” His voice is a growl, and you feel frozen in place, beginning to slowly shake your head. “Fuck you full of my babies. And I know you want that, too.” He groans as he presses harsh kisses against your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin.
“No, Steve,” you breathe heavily as he holds you into place, your own body no match for the strength of his. “I- I don’t want that. I'm not ready for a baby."
“But you are. You just don’t know it yet.” His cock pushes into you, and you let out a whimper, struggling against him. Your walls sheathe him, and you let out a pained squeak. "Look at how well you take me, baby. You were made for me. You’re so wet for me. Look at you, trying to deny your rightful place as my subordinate. My pretty little girl.”
He forces his cock into you slowly. Your walls squeeze around him, sheathing his cock so well, and you whimper, squeezing your nails into his shoulders so hard you feel as though you're going to leave behind crescent moons. "No, Steve," you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut, desperately trying to get rid of the burn between your leg. "'t hurts. Stevie, I'm not ready."
"You're ready, baby," he seethes, throwing his head back slightly as he pushes his hips up further. "Your little virgin pussy is hugging my cock so fucking tight."
A mewl escapes you as his cock brushes up against the spongy spot inside of you. Tears prick the corner of your eyes, and mascara begins to brew below your lash line. Steve stares at you, his gaze passionate, wondering how he ever got so lucky. Not only has he got you exactly where he needs you, but he's also ruining you, tainting you for other men.
The only way he can truly ensure other men will leave you alone is to fill that belly of yours with his baby, so that's exactly what he intends to do. "Does that feel good?" he whispers, kissing your cheek softly. "You feel so full, baby?"
"So full, Steve," you whine, trying to adjust yourself to gather more comfort. Your walls rub against his cock as you adjust, and it feels kind of... good, so you do it again. Your hips slowly roll atop of him, and you whimper to yourself, pain mixing with pleasure.
Steve lets you bounce on him. It's a slow pace, and it doesn't hurt, though it feels unnatural to have something this big inside of you. It's not that you're entirely sexually naive - you've masturbated before, but this is completely different. Steve is huge, and with every roll of your hips, you can feel him. There's no room for escape, and your stomach flips as you throw your arms around his neck. "Steve," you breathe, eyes flittering shut as the coil inside of you threatens to break and snap, your toes curled in desperation. It feels as though you're just inches away from experiencing pure ecstasy, but you can't reach it, and it's making you so frustrated, you feel as though you could cry. "H-help me, Steve."
"You want Daddy's help when getting off?" he coos, brushing a curl away from your face. You stare down at him, biting your lip and nodding eagerly, and he groans slightly. So cute, so small, so ready for him. This is how you should be - begging for his help, needing him, relying on him. You're just a woman, after all; you need a big, strong man like Steve to take care of you.
His hips thrust up, and it's incredibly painful at first. Steve's pace is nothing compared to yours - you were being slow and gentle with your body, and he just wants to ruin it. His hips smash into you, his cock sliding in and out, and he peppers harsh kisses against your neck. You mewl against him, pressing up against his chest to feel him, your toes curling in your flats, your eyes dazed, mouth gaping. You look like a picture-perfect image, and Steve grunts as he fucks you, wanting to tip you over the edge.
It doesn't take long until the coil snaps. You murmur and shake against him, your thighs clenched as you cum, squirting all over his cock, drenching his balls and trousers. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," you yell against him, his cock relentlessly fucking you throughout your orgasm.
"I'm gonna fill you with my babies," he growls, "drown your pussy with my fucking cum."
"No," you cry out, unable to move as he thrusts himself into you; again and again and again. You feel so helpless, so small and weak against him, and you stare up at him. His pupils are dark and blown, and his Adam's apple bobs desperately, his nostrils flaring as his cock twitches inside of you. "Please, pull out!"
"I don't think so, baby," he grunts, and with one final thrust of his hips, he finishes inside of you. Your walls squeeze him simultaneously, and he lets out a low, powerful groan, as he coaxes your walls with his cum. "Gotta make you a nice little housewife. Gonna have you popping out all of my babies."
Steve brushes away the tears which slip down your cheeks. He doesn't even realize how hard he's been holding you until he lets go, your arms riddled with handprint marks which he's sure will bruise. "Don't cry, doll," he murmurs, "you knew what came with the job."
"No, I didn't," you sniffle, pressing your head into his neck. It's wrong how his warmth and his smell act as a safety valve for you when he's the reason you're so upset. "I would've never - I would've never gotten into this if I knew what you expected from me."
A gentle sob racks your body, and Steve looks down at you, caressing your face gently. "Baby, stop crying. You're ruining that little face of yours." In honesty, Steve's patience is running thin. He's been good to you; caring, doting, paying you well for an easy job, and this is how you react? You cry into his arms after he tells you he's going to pump you full of his children? He's Captain America, for God's sake. You should be begging for it. "Just - Jesus fucking christ," he huffs as you continue to cry, grabbing your face harshly, and the sudden grip shocks you. "Stop crying. If you're going to speak, at least try and be fucking coherent."
Nodding your head, you wipe your eyes, which are tender and you assume, red. "I'm not ready for this," your voice shakes as you speak, and Steve almost feels a bit sorry at the sight of you. "I- I don't want this."
"Only good girls get what they want," Steve states plainly, staring at your disheveled face. He certainly got what he wanted - you look ruined, and you feel it, too. He imagines his cum is mixed with a bit of your blood; what, with him defiling you and all, he probably broke your hymen as well. The thought makes him grin to himself, and he utters, "I don't think you've been good, so you don't get what you want, baby."
"I'm sorry! I just - this doesn't seem like a fair punishment! I don't want this!" You cry out as Steve delivers a harsh smack to your ass, and you gaze up at him pathetically through your lashes as he tuts.
"I don't care if you think it's fair or not. You've been teasing me ever since you were an intern at Stark Industries, doll. I've been waiting to breed you for that long," his voice vibrates against you, and you shake your head, ashamed that you even thought you could get away with arguing against him. He's the Captain, and he has all of the control. "Anyway, you're just a dumb little baby. You have no idea what you want right now. But I do. I know what's good for you. Don't you trust me, baby?"
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Heyyyyyy! Quick question that kind of ~naughty~
What’s the bikers’ fav positions to do with their girls?
Much love!💕
Let's talk about Biker!Bucky and Biker!Ari. Steve's is going to be revealed in his story.
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader; Biker!Ari x Reader
AN: Unbetad Sinday Drabble.
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Despite all the positions Bucky has and will continue to put you in, his favorite is missionary. Specifically with your legs over his shoulders, your hands on the headboard, a pillow under your hips so he can always find that spot that makes you see stars while you gasp his name.
He's very vocal about how much he loves having you under him. He doesn't care if it's in his large bed, the back of his truck or under the stars while it rains. He wants every inch of you touching him.
Bucky loves to watch every expression on your pretty face as he takes you apart.
Loves to fuck you through the mattress until you’re nothing but a mindless, trembling mess so high on him that you can only beg for more as your heels push into the small of his back.
Loves to rest his forehead on yours as he's about to push inside your tight little cunt so he can hear sharp inhale as he stretches you around him.
Loves to watch your eyes roll back.
Loves to feel your nails dig into his back, leaving marks across his skin as he goes deeper, faster.
Loves to put his full weight on you so you feel each and every inch he's giving you.
And mostly he loves whispering filthy, sweet praise in your ear, talking you through your orgasms, telling you yes you can give me one more, there ya go, what happened to I can't Bucky, knew you wanted to cum again, go on I got you gorgeous.
Even when he's done, Bucky likes to keep you like that for a while. Splayed on your back, arms above your head, his cum dripping out of you so he can push it back in, making a mess before cleaning you up.
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Ari prefers upright doggystyle in front of a mirror. It's primal. Dominating. Intimate.
Ari makes you watch as he slowly pulls you down on his cock, his hands on your hips as he controls how much of him you get, his deep voice in your ear saying how good you take him, how tight and warm and wet you are for him, how perfect you are.
Every time you close your eyes, he stops, patiently ignoring your begging to please jist fuck you, keeping your hips with his large hands until you have to pry them open so you can get what you need.
The anticipation of being so damn full has you soaked. It's always hard to determine whats more erotic, the feel of his hard, muscular body surrounding yours or the way his eyes never leave your pussy until he's buried inside you.
"You ready for me Sunshine?" He asks after giving you a few minutes to adjust to his size.
You're never ready for Ari, you know you can't really take him but he makes you feel so incredibly good that you're willing to risk being split in two.
The second you nod, those blue eyes drift up to your face, a dark smirk on his lips, one hand wraps around your throat, the other moves to your clit and he pounds into your sweet cunt. Deep, hard thrusts that would send you scrambling across the bed if it weren't for his hand curved around your throat. His fingers gently teasing your pulsing clit while he grinds into you. He turns your face towards his, kissing you, breathing in your broken sobs and moans.
Ari doesn't talk a lot outside of the bedroom but when he's inside you, he can't stop praising you, telling you all his fantasies, everything hes going to do to you, everything you're going to do to him. You swear the sound of his baritone voice, hoarse and thick with lust is enough to get off you.
By the time he's done with you, your exhausted, sated body is slumped against his and you know your legs aren't going to work for the next hour. Which is okay because by the time your head hits the pillow, he's already starting his aftercare.
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Steve has been dreaming about all the things he's going to do once he gets you in his bed. There's one thing in particular he can't wait to try.
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new year’s eve
pairing: chris evans x reader
summary: you and chris are the only single people in your friend group, so find a new way to ring in the new year
word count: 2.1k
warnings: unprotected sex, smut, car sex, dirty talk, swearing, handjobs, fingering, minors DNI
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You absentmindedly scrolled through Instagram as you did your makeup. You were currently at your best friend Chris’ apartment. You both were getting ready for a New Years Eve party being hosted by a mutual friend of yours. You both had planned to get ready at Chris’ apartment and then ride over together.
“Oh, I swear to God,” you mumbled under your breath as you looked at your phone. Chris, who was in his connecting bedroom getting ready, perked up at the sound of your complaint. “You alright?” He asked, walking into the doorway.
You turned your phone to show him the screen and rolled your eyes. “Ringing in the new year with the love of my life,” you read the caption of the photo in a mocking tone. Chris began to chuckle, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “If I see another one of these sappy posts, I’m gonna throw my phone across the room” you said, running your hand through your hair in frustration.
Chris slowly walked over to you and took your phone out of your hand. He set it down on the counter and pulled you into a hug. “There’s nothing wrong with being single, I promise you aren’t missing out on anything.” He said, trying to comfort you. He rubbed his hands up and down your back. You let out a sigh while hugging him back.
“I just hate seeing all the couples rubbing it in during the holidays.” You explained to him. He nodded, completely understanding where you were coming from. He pulled out of the hug and gave you a soft smile. “I get it, the holidays are a horrible time to be single.” He agreed.
The two of you were the only single ones left in your giant friend group, which made holiday parties with them that much more difficult. In truth, neither you nor Chris hated any couple, in fact, you were both hopeless romantics. However, being surrounded my love when you were alone was less than ideal.
Chris walked back into his room to finish getting ready, and you finished up your makeup.
“You ready?” Chris asked, appearing in the doorway again. You nodded your head, while faking a smile. “Am I the only one kinda dreading tonight? I mean I love our friends, I just can’t handle the looks of pity when I have no one to kiss at midnight.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder.
He ran his hand up and down your arm, comforting you. “No, I’ve been worrying about it too. Awkwardly standing in the room while all our friends get to kiss their significant others really sucks.” He agreed.
Then, a crazy idea popped into your head. “What if we didn’t go tonight?” You suggested. Chris tilted his head to the side, intrigued. “What did you have in mind instead? Chill movie night at home?” He asked.
You shook your head. “What if we drive up to that overlook and watch all the fireworks go off at midnight? We still get to enjoy the festivities without the all the clingy couples” you explained.
“You are a genius.” He said, grabbing your hand in his. Your idea sounded perfect to Chris. He got to hang out with the only person he cared about hanging out with and ring in the new year.
He grabbed his keys while you found some snacks for you both to enjoy, and then you both hopped in the car. “I have to say, this is already shaping up to be a better night than going to that party.” Chris said, as he pulled out of the driveway.
You could feel the excitement in the car as you both drove away from the city and all the people. You both finally made it to the overlook, and you were in a nice secluded area with no people around.
“It’s going to be so pretty when the fireworks go off.” You said, getting giddy. Chris smiled while looking over at how excited you were.
“To ringing in the new year with the love of my life.” Chris teased, holding up a beer bottle to cheers against your own. You giggled at his joke and clinked your glasses together. You both took a sip from your bottles and realized you had about thirty minutes until midnight.
You opened up the sunroof of the car and then leaned back to look at the stars. “It’s so pretty out here, I can’t believe I don’t spend all my time here.” You said, admiring the view. Chris leaned his seat back to join you in your stargazing.
“So you have any resolutions?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking over at Chris. You could tell he was thinking about your question when a smirk popped onto his face. “Maybe get a girlfriend, so I can attend a New Years Eve party and have someone to kiss at midnight.” He said, half joking.
Your jaw dropped and you playfully hit his arm. “You are not leaving me in the singles club all by myself.” You said, pretending to be offended. He chuckled at your reaction and leaned over to plant a kiss on your head as an apology. “I’m sorry, my resolution also includes you getting a boyfriend, it should be easier for you than it is for me.” He told you.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked him, curiously. He almost panicked, realizing he didn’t say the last part in his head. He shrugged and looked over at you. “I don’t know, we both know you’re gorgeous. I’m sure there is a nice guy who would love to date you.” He explained.
You let out a giggle and took a sip of your drink. “See the problem is only the gross guys let you know they’re interested. The creepy guys who yell at you on the street, I have a long list of those, but no actually good guys.” You told him.
He nodded, remembering all the stories of creepy guys you had gone on first dates with. “I have a good feeling about this year, you’ll find one. For all you know, one is a lot closer than you think.” He told you confidently.
You both realized the meaning of what he said. The two of you froze as you locked eyes and thought about what he mistakenly had confessed.
You had a brief surge of confidence, so you set down your beer, cupped Chris’ face, and kissed him the way you had always wanted to. He was shocked by the kiss, but quickly slid his arms around your waist.
His beard lightly scratched against your face, causing you to giggle against the kiss. Chris’ tongue slipped into your mouth. You hummed contently, loving the way his lips moved against yours.
You moved your hands around his neck and toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. You broke the kiss to take a breath. Chris used the opportunity to bury his face in your neck, softly sucking on your skin. “Oh, Chris,” you mumbled.
“You look so gorgeous tonight” Chris said, eyeing you up and down. You were now glad you both had still gotten dressed up for the party because you got to make out with Chris while he was dressed up.
His tattoos peaked through his button up shirt. You undid the top three buttons of his shirt, then ran your fingers over his tattoos. “You like ‘em?” He asked you, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“I’ve seen them before, but they make you look so fucking good. It’s not fair.” You told him. He smirked and pulled you back into a kiss. He wrapped his arms snugly around your waist.
A whimper escaped your lips as Chris nipped at your bottom lip. He groaned and bucked his hips up when he heard the sound. He tugged at your waist, trying to get you closer to him.
“Oh, fuck it” he said, pulling you over the console to sit on his lap. You pushed your hips against his as you ran your hands over his bare chest. Chris fumbled with his shirt buttons and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons for you.
You leaned forward and placed soft kisses on his chest. Chris threw his head back and let out a low moan. “You look so good, sweetheart.” He groaned. He grabbed at your ass, rubbing his thumbs over the fabric of your dress.
He bucked his hips up against yours. “I need you so bad,” he told you. You slid your hands down his chest and palmed him lightly. A low groan left his lips. You kept palming him and listened to the curses that left his mouth.
“Please stop teasin’ me,” he begged you. You grabbed his belt buckle and undid it carefully. Before you could do anything else, Chris pulled you back into a kiss. His hands snuck down the end of your long dress and started to pull your dress up to your waist.
He got your dress balled up around your waist, and slipped his hand under your dress. “Baby, you’re so wet,” he said, swiping his fingers across the outside of your panties. You whined and pushed your hips closer to his hand.
He slipped his fingers into your panties and slid two fingers into you. “Ohhh, Chris yes,” you mumbled, earning a smirk from Chris. He sped up the pace of his fingers and got a few more sweet moans from you.
“I need you, Chris,” you said, as your eyes fluttered closed. You didn’t notice but he had a smug look on his face. “Need me where, sweetheart?” He teased you.
Your face twisted in pleasure as his fingers slid in and out of you. “Huh? What was that?” He asked you, knowing how good he was making you feel.
“Inside me. C’mon just fuck me, Chris,” you begged him, growing impatient. His hips bucked up against yours as he heard you literally beg for his cock. “Don’t have to ask me twice,” he said.
You pushed his pants down enough to have access to his boxers. Chris tugged his boxers down a little and his cock slapped against his chest. You whined at the sight.
“Can’t wait to fill you up,” Chris said, sliding your panties to the side and lining himself up. Your stomach did flips as you waited in anticipation.
Chris slowly pushed his length into your folds. Moans fell from both of your lips. “Can I move, sweetheart?” Chris groaned, hoping your answer was a yes. You quickly nodded your head.
He gripped your hips and lifted you up and then back down onto his cock. “Oh, faster please,” you moaned out. Chris was in no position to deny you that wish. He snapped his hips against yours at a quick pace.
“You feel so good, oh fuck, baby,” Chris said, burying his face into the crook of your neck. The sounds of both of your moans bounced off the walls of his car. The windows were fogged up due to the hot air.
Your sweaty bodies slapped against each other. Both of you were lost in your bliss. “Oh, you’re perfect,” you moaned, throwing your head back. He slipped one hand between your thighs and started rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb.
“Oh, ohhhhh,” you screamed out. You could tell Chris’ thrusts were faltering. “I’m gettin’ really close, sweetheart,” Chris told you.
“Me too,” you mumbled in between breaths. You both sped up your pace, desperately chasing your highs. You both were panting and thrusting your hips erratically.
You could feel the coil in your stomach form and start to tighten. “Oh, Chris I’m gonna—” you moaned as you came undone.
“Oh God, I’m gonna cum too, sweetheart,” Chris moaned as he came inside of you. You collapsed against his chest breathless.
Then, fireworks started erupting behind both of you. “Happy new year,” you said, sweetly and leaned in to kiss Chris softly. “Happy new year to you too,” he said, kissing you back.
Then you both turned to look at the fireworks. “I can’t see a thing,” Chris said, referencing the foggy windows.
“Having sex in your car will have that effect,” you said, giggling. He chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “No no no, having really amazing car sex with have that effect,” he said, smiling.
You nodded your head and agreed with him. “Yeah, it was pretty phenomenal,” you said.
You both got yourselves cleaned up and then got out of the car to watch the fireworks. You both sat on Chris’ car’s hood and looked at all the fireworks erupting over the sky. Chris wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him.
“I have to say, this is my best New Years to date.” You told him, honestly. He smiled down at you. “I’m am so glad we didn’t go to that silly party. This was way better,” he said, kissing your temple.
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At Your Service (2)
Bodyguard!Steve Rogers x Diplomats Daughter!Fem!Reader
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Summary: True to his word, Steve makes up for leaving you high and dry the night before.
Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, semi public sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, panties as a gag, dynamic where Steve is meant to be protecting reader and they catch feelings
Word count: 2.8k
A/N: as the winner of this poll, here is part 2 of my beloved bodyguard!Steve! A big thank you to both @flordeamatista who helped me come up with plot ideas for this second part and to @seitmai who provided the inspiration for me to continue with these two 🩵 banners by @vase-of-lilies
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“You need to stop looking at me like that.”
You actually quite enjoy the desire filled gaze Steve hasn’t been able to break away from you all morning, but the introductory speech for your father you’re giving at tonight’s gala is getting the better of your nerves and any conversation with Steve always seems to lift the weight of the world off your chest, even if it’s only for a fleeting moment you get alone together.
Plus, you’ve been looking for an indirect, yet natural way to bring up the relations performed in his hotel room late last night since you were reunited with your bodyguard this morning.
“Like what?” He smiles at you cheekily in the mirror you’re getting ready in front of and your stomach somersaults in response - he knows exactly how he’s staring at you, but he’s baiting you to say it aloud.
“Like you’ve seen me swallow your cum.”
There’s more affection suspended in his baby blues than simply the carnal lust of having watched you perform the explicit act, but you’re not sure you’re ready to admit the implication of that to express the notion out loud.
Steve merely chuckles in his signature hearty way, that’s dangerously contagious and which makes you fight the corners of your mouth from upturning, not wanting to divulge the effect he has on you.
With those long legs of his, Steve takes a couple of slow, meaningful strides and he’s by your side, right where he belongs, eyes still boring into yours, but with him this close you can now see what you can only describe as a soft familiarity in them which you’ve never noticed before.
“But it was such a beautiful sight, how could I possibly think of anything else when I look at you?” He asks, maintaining eye contact through the mirror with a defiant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth that makes you want to kiss him.
You want to tell him that attraction is not one sided, that if he hadn't been tasked with your security and wasn't being paid by your father to keep watch over you every minute of the day, you would have made a move on him much sooner. But a nagging disquiet prickles in your stomach and the words die at the back of your throat.
What if sexual attraction is all he feels? What if you’re misinterpreting these soft glances and his he doesn’t reciprocate the desperate yearning carving a hole in your chest you’ve spent the past month trying to convince yourself isn’t the feeling of falling in love with him?
The thought cracks the barricade you’re attempting to build around your heart, crumbling like an old stone castle wall.
To distract yourself from the uneasy pause in conversation, and the intense stare of those ocean blue eyes you have become accustomed to following your every move, but now feel are appraising your reaction, you break eye contact to locate your mothers locket on the vanity in front of you.
You fiddle with the latch under his gaze, unable to steady your hands sufficiently to exert your fine motor skills, which Steve seems to take notice of as he slowly extracts the delicate chain from your hands and fastens the clasp around your neck. His fingers brush the sensitive skin of the nape of your neck causing the small hairs to stand on end and a shiver to run down your spine. You watch in the mirror as he leans down and places a gentle kiss to where your neck curves into your shoulder, a buoyant, burning desire floats in your chest at the velvety feeling of his soft lips.
“Thank you.” You whisper hoarsely, mentally condemning yourself, you swear ‘thank you’ are the only two words you can say to the man who ensures your protection and unknowingly owns your heart.
Thank you for opening the door for me.
Thank you for protecting me with your life.
Thank you for fucking my throat last night.
You both turn to look at each other in the reflection of the mirror and a smile blooms on his face as soon as your eyes meet each others again.
“You’re welcome.” Steve imitates the low volume of your voice. The thought of his full, plump lips pressed on yours, being held by the two arms that have kept you safe for the past few months, as you were for a brief moment last night, distracts you from the sound of someone opening the door to the dressing room without notice.
“Ma’am, they’re ready for you.” One of the event organisers pokes her head in to hurry you along. Within a blink of an eye Steve has returned to his position by the far wall, standing tall, stoic and poised. The heat drawing up your back at his kiss is the only indication he had moments ago been standing so close.
Less than five minutes later you’re walking beside your father into a grand hall, a large crystal chandelier hanging from the centre of a 40 foot ceiling is complemented by stark white walls embellished with gold trim and framed paintings of major historical moments.
An ambassador from a small European country greets you before you have any further chance to look around. As typical, you’re treated like the naive, young daughter who has grown up so much since they’ve seen you last, even though you’re well into your twenties and hold multiple degrees in political science, economics and global studies.
A pawn in your fathers game.
Look pretty. Smile sweetly. And don’t open your mouth to debate politics which contradict policies he’s looking to implement.
You’re as useful as a decoration.
Steve’s job is to live a couple of steps behind you, but it’s too far. You want him close enough that you can feel body heat radiating from him. You want him next to you so you can reach for his hand. Close enough for him to kiss your neck again like he did in the dressing room.
He’s the one person who never fails to make you feel seen, as if you’re just as important, if not more so, than all the other diplomats and embassy officials in the room. But you suppose that’s just him doing his job, and you shouldn’t misconstrue his lust filled gaze and him being paid to keep you safe with valuing you more than for what you did for him in his bedroom last night.
You sense Steve’s broad presence behind you as you make your way onto the stage, hands uncontrollably shaking and chest tightening as you take in the crowded room of people whose attention is now solely focussed on you.
With a cough clearing the lump forming in your throat, and a quick glance to Steve who’s wearing an encouraging smile, you plaster on your best well rehearsed, feigned grin and begin your speech by telling the tale about how when you were five years old, your father would serenade you to sleep every night, no matter how busy he was or what international incident he was dealing with that day.
Your task is to make him appear as the doting father and formidable diplomat, even if it isn’t the truth. By now, you’ve practised this story enough to recite it word for word.
Repeat a lie often enough and it becomes the truth.
Steve offers you his calloused hand as you descend the steps off the stage, as you breathe a sigh of relief your involvement in the evening is over. Goosebumps race up your bare arm at his touch, a reaction Steve seems to take notice of, causing a small grin tugs at the corners of his mouth.
Your stomach flips at being the reason for that smile, even if only in an accidental way.
The buffet table is your usual choice of post at events such as this, especially at the end of the evening when the decadent desserts are served. Your mother did used to say you had a sweet tooth.
You also always sneak a few servings to Steve too, even though he’s not meant to consume any of the food set out for the guests. Having smuggled enough sweets to him during his service, you know his favourites are the rich chocolate brownies and sour lemon meringues.
However, as all eyes in the room turn to your father as he takes over as speaker, rolling off an opening joke you’ve heard too many times to even consider feigning a laugh to, you instead make your way into the adjoining, wide hallway and bracing yourself against a wall.
No matter how many times you stand in front of an audience of that size, it never fails to make you want to throw up the entire contents of your stomach.
“You did a really great job.” Steve comments as he leans against the same wall you’re resting on. His typically stoic, brooding features soften when he gazes at you, the compliment exchanging the nauseated twisting of your stomach with nervous butterflies. “I couldn’t make a speech in front of that many people.”
The distance between you is agonising, he’s close enough that you can see the patterns in his blue irises, but not close enough to touch. Your fingers itch to feel any contact with him as you had the brief pleasure of as you walked off stage, but you refrain from doing so in public for fear of getting caught.
“Thank you.” Is all your brain can come up with to say when your stomach is fluttering at how soft his gaze is, how he seems to genuinely mean the accolade unlike when your father commends you a job well done.
You’ll have to resign yourself to those being the only two words you’ll ever be able to utter in his presence.
Steve’s eyes dart to the bathroom sign across the hallway, and with a smirk on his face, grabs your hand unexpectedly and pulls you towards it. You don’t even have a moment to savour the feel of his large hand engulfing yours, and how your fingers slot perfectly between his for once you’re inside the bathroom his hands move to cup your face and his lips crash onto yours.
Your mind is dizzy as his tongue sweeps into your mouth, rough hands pushing your dress up to find the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up onto the vanity beside the sink, your back pressed against the firm, smooth mirror.
“You’re so cute when you get all shy on me, even though you were gagging on my cock yesterday.” He mumbles as his lips trail down the column of your throat. “Want to finish what we started last night?” You respond with a shy smile and an enthusiastic nod.
Steve pushes the ends of your dress higher to reveal your black, lacy panties and smirks mischievously as he drops to his knees. The sight alone has you dripping.
He presses slow kisses along the inside of your thigh, starting at your knee and progressing higher each time - repayment for the similar, teasing action you subjected him to the night prior.
A whine falls from your lips as he places his next kiss on your covered pussy, humming at the feel of the soaking wet patch that’s formed from just a few kisses. Pulling your panties to the side, he repeats the action, a gasp leaving your lips as a new flood of wetness drips from your core at the sensation.
Steve’s strong hands force your legs to stay open as he dives in, tongue licking between your folds, lapping up your arousal, the taste of which only spurs him on. He starts out like a man starving, fueled by a complete fixation on needing to taste more of you, something he’s been dreaming about for months.
He alternates between suckling on your clit and finding a rhythm of swirling around your core. Just when his patterns become predictable, he changes his angle or position, finding new nerve endings to stimulate you didn’t even realise existed. When he rotates back to his plump lips suctioning around your clit, he unexpectedly slips a thick finger inside you, watching your face intently for your reaction.
“Fuck, Stevie!” You cry, head pulling back and thudding against the mirror, but you’re not concerned with the dull ache when what Steve is doing between your legs has pleasure shivering up your spine and winding tightly in the pit of your stomach.
“Princess, you need to keep quiet for me. Don’t want anyone out in the hall hearing.” Steve growls, torturously taking pause for a moment to pull your panties off completely. He circles your lips with his arousal coated finger, before allowing you to suck your sweetness off it. He kisses the remaining fluid from your lips, then, with a smirk, instructs you to open wide and improvises a gag by stuffing your panties in your mouth.
As his lips wrap around your clit again, constellations of stars flash behind your eyes, and the coil in your lower stomach winding ever tighter, ready to snap at any second. You can’t prevent the muffled moan resounding from your lips through the lace material of your panties and your fingers from gripping at Steve’s hair in an effort to ground yourself from floating off on a cloud of bliss.
“So sweet.” He hums, breath warm against your centre, the sound vibrating through your entire body. His tongue darts around your folds, learning which are your most sensitive areas, what motions cause you to keen and ensuring to replicate them.
When his fingers begin to trace your opening, gathering your slick, you know you’re teetering on the edge, pussy clenching around nothing, needing to be filled.
Your earth shattering end comes as soon as he thrusts those two fingers inside you while his lips tug on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your thighs clasp around his head and toes curl as your thighs begin to quiver with pleasure surging up your spine, your moans quenched by the garment in your mouth.
Steve doesn’t abate licking up every drop you provide him, even though you're trembling through your prolonged orgasm, his grip on your thighs still bruisingly strong as you continue to mess his hair with your hold.
He smiles triumphantly at your blissed out form when you’re over the other side of your high, the bottom half of his face gleaming with a mixture of his saliva and your arousal.
“Told you I’d make it up to you for leaving last night.” Steve whispers, resting his forehead against yours as you catch your breath, slipping your panties discreetly into his jacket pocket. His smile turns soft as his large hands soothingly rub your bare thighs, squeezing slightly when he notices you enjoying the gesture.
You mentally note to take in how delicious he smells, like warm honey and mixed spices, and how his hot skin feels against your own, sending sparks shooting through you wherever his hands chose to rest, knowing at his usual distance you don’t get to appreciate either of these qualities.
His eyes look at you expectantly, as if he can’t quite find the strength to break away from you and he’s looking at you for any sign you want to push him away. It reminds you of how he looked at you when he asked you to stay in his bed last night, in that way that takes away all your air because of how much fondness is suspended in his eyes, and the words he proclaimed: you mean a lot more to me than just a quick fuck.
“As much as I want to stay here where it’s just you and me…” You reluctantly pose, and your heart squeezes at the look of disappointment which flashes over Steve’s features. “I think we should head back in there before someone starts asking questions.”
Steve steps out of the bathroom first, to look less suspicious, keeping a watchful eye outside while you readjust your dress, fix your hair and touch up your makeup the best you can after having mascara smudge underneath your eyes.
Walking back into the gala side by side, Steve’s fingers fiddle apprehensively with your own, as if to silently ask permission, before slotting perfectly into your hand. You glance up at him to find him already looking at you with that fondness which makes dormant butterflies come to life in your stomach and your cheeks burn as hot as the sun.
He holds on for as long as socially acceptable, while no one can see you, only letting go just prior to making your reappearance in the grand hall, falling into a step behind you, but ensuring to give your hand an affectionate squeeze first.
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Popsicle?
Chris Evans x reader
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Summary: Eating a popsicle got a whole other meaning when you are with Chris….
Warnings: Pure porn at this point. Blowjob, cursing, mention of public touches, deepthroat, face sitting, oral receiving M and F, double penetration, dildo, anal, anal fingering, pussy fingering, squirting, daddy kink, a little bit of mocking, mention of a threesome with Henry Cavill, possessive Chris, pet names, overstimulation, crying during sex, anal creampie, breeding kink, teasing, begging, rough sex and probably more sex related things but you get the idea. Oh and dom/sub dynamic of course
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Part 2🔥🔥
Popsicle?
It was a very hot day and you, your friends and your boyfriend, Chris went to the beach. It was very nice and refreshing. Besides, Chris finally had some time off from all the interviews for the upcoming movie Lightyear. But that also meant that not only the heat came from the sun but from the two of you, both touch starved. You hoped by having some activities at home before you left would help with that but unfortunately that both just made you want each other more.
There wasn’t a moment that there wouldn’t be a sinful thought swirling in your head or his. And let’s not talk about the teasing all day long that the both of you got riled up. Like sinful touches underwater, where Chris would swim next to you and touch you down below or you him.
But at the end of the day, you were both lazy and very tired from the sun and heat. When you arrived home you were both exhausted and plopped down on the couch after a shower. You had put on your silken kimono and put the tv on. Not long after, Chris joined you just as exhausted. The warmth really got to the both of you, now you were unable to take a dip.
“I’m getting a popsicle. You want one?” You asked Chris, standing up. He looked you up and down lazily and shook his head. “No thank you sweetheart.” You nodded and walked to the freezer, getting your favorite popsicle out of the freezer and made you way back.
Chris took a sip from his beer and watched the tv intently when you plopped back on the couch and unpacked the popsicle before putting it in your mouth and sucked on it. Chris got a little distracted by his sinful thoughts once again and eyed you out of the corner of his eyes. You didn’t notice Chris eyeing you with a small smirk playing on his lips as you were too caught up on what happened on the tv screen.
Chris knew that it wasn’t your intentions to tease him right now but he couldn’t help getting hard from the sight of you sucking on a popsicle. He turned his head slightly, in hopes of getting your attention as he raised his eyebrow with a smirk.
You looked at him but you hadn’t put two and two together yet. “What?” you asked him dumb, making Chris chuckle slightly at your innocence right now and shook his head, trying to focus back on the tv, even though he knew that his focus would be completely on you right now.
You sucked  more on the popsicle and Chris took a glance at you, smiling. You looked at him again and got slightly irritated, not knowing why he was looking and smirking so much until his eyes landed on the popsicle and you got the memo. You chuckled slightly and started to lick the popsicle more seductive and got the full attention from Chris, if you hadn’t had that already while he looked intently at your skills.
He let out a groan when you licked the popsicle and saw that Chris let his head fall back, making you chuckle in reaction. The smile never leaving his lips as he enjoyed this a little bit too much. “I can’t even eat a popsicle in peace for you to have sinful thoughts Evans. You’re unbelievable.” You told him teasingly while Chris just let out a wholeheartedly laugh because you just liked that popsicle in the most sinful way possible.
“Well, maybe if you haven’t riled me up this much on the beach I wouldn’t have these sinful thoughts and let you eat it in peace.” He remarked back. “Well, you weren't the only one who got riled up today so that’s just a shit ass excuse.” You bantered back, making Chris chuckle. “Really? You want to go there now?” he asked you with a smirk in disbelieve. You hummed and nodded as if nothing had happened.
He shook his head while you ate your popsicle in a seductive way again, making Chris groan in annoyance. “Please Y/N.” he told you in a way for you to stop it. You raised your eyebrows and chuckled “Then don’t watch it Chris. I’m not making you.” you teased him and he rolled his eyes. You saw that he was fully hard now. “Seems like you got a slight problem there Evans….” He looked at you again and raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “Then why don’t you do something about it pretty baby?” Shit… this man knew about what that nickname did to you and the annoying smirk he got on his face said enough that he knew damn well.
You looked at him, two can play this game. “Then why don’t you ask me nicely babe?” you tried not to give in right away. “Oh, you want me to ask you nicely?” he acted dumb while you just nodded. “Oh so if I understand this correctly, daddy’s going to have to ask YOU for favors now? I thought that was your job.” Goddamn it. This handsome motherfucker knew just how to get you.
You hummed trying to stand your ground and Chris just chuckled. “Okay then” he told you and faced you, his body now towards you. “Pretty, pretty princess. Help daddy out if you want to cum at all tonight.” He told you lovingly and a little mockingly as he softly stroked your cheek with his knuckles. You knew that if you wouldn’t do what he said right now, you would indeed not cum at all as he always kept his word. You quickly put the last piece of popsicle in your mouth and finished it, putting it on the table as your hand fumbled to his sweats, while Chris watched you with a smirk on his face as he had you right where he wanted to.
You got his cock in your hands and softly stroke him off. “I said help me out, not tease me.” he told you stern and you quickly licked his shaft before trying to take him all in. Chris gasped loudly. “Oh god baby. Your lips are so cold.” You smirked as you knew that already but acted dumb. You got off his cock so you could look up at him. “Sorry daddy.” You told him but the grin told him all he needed to know and smacked your ass loudly. “Oh you already knew that. You’re being a bad girl and going to regret you just did that.” But the smirk gave him away as well. You had him there and he had to give you that.
“Get back to work baby girl and maybe I’ll forgive you if you do a good job.” He told you, holding your face between his palm as he squeezed your cheeks, giving a small short kiss on your pouted lips now. He let go of you so you could go down on his cock again. He held your hair back as you swirled your tongue over the tip of his reddened cock before taking him all in. You heard Chris moan as he let his head fall back down.
Your hands found his balls and massaged them as your head went up and down on a good steady rhythm. Chris looked at you again and placed his hand on the back of your head and started to pushed you down more on his cock while you gagged around him, saliva dripping over his cock towards his balls. He moaned out loud as your throat squeezed his cock. “There you go baby. Just like that princess.” He told you while you sucked him off.
His moans got louder and every time you would hear that angelic sound, it turned you on more and more. “I’m so proud of you sweetheart, taking my entire cock in that pretty mouth of yours.” He said between gasp, pleasure building. “Baby, I’m not going to last long.” You hummed while picking up the speed. Chris held your hair back and your head with the other hand so he could thrust into your mouth as he pushed his hips up. His cock hit the back of your throat and kept gagging every time. “I’m gonna cum baby.” you hummed again when you heard Chris moan loudly above you and the warm seed covered your throat, making you swallow it automatically.
When he was done, he was still panting a little and got your face between his palms and gave you a passionate kiss. “Get your pretty ass upstairs princess.” He told you, playfully smacking your ass, making you giggle in excitement while Chris smiled at you.
“God you look so beautiful in that kimono baby. Keep it on.” He told you as you entered the bedroom. “Come sit on daddy’s face, princess.” You climbed up in excitement with the help of Chris. He placed his arms around your legs so you had no other choice than to sit still. He took a long lick over your slit and hummed in approval. “So wet for daddy.” He approved before eating you out. His tongue entering you while his hand went up towards to your breast and played with your nipple. The moment his tongue connected to your pussy, you lost all strength in your body and already shuddered from pleasure as your body was covered with goosebumps.
He made eye contact with you while eating you out and it was the hottest thing ever, the sight alone almost made you cum at that alone. “Want daddy to finger you while I eat you out?” he asked you, making you nod. “You’re going to have to ask nicely….” He told you as to what you told him earlier. This bastard…. “Please daddy, please make me cum.” He hummed as if he was thinking about, wanting you to beg more. “Please, please, please daddy. I really want to cum in your mouth and on your fingers.” He smiled “Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard.” You would be irritated if you weren’t this needy for his fingers and tongue right now. His fingers entered you and pumped in and out of you while his tongue circled on your clit, now and then sucking it while you were close to reaching your high. You tightened around his fingers “You want to cum, princess?” he asked you and you had a feeling where this was leading to.
You nodded and he got that grin again “You’re going to have ask daddy nicely.” Sometimes you could do him one but this was not the moment. “Please daddy, please can I cum around your fingers.” He decided not to tease you anymore than he already had, knowing that you had learned your lesson. “Cum for daddy sweetheart. You can cum now.” he gave you permission and you came hard. You saw black dots and gasped for air meanwhile your whole body shook and Chris kept eating you out.
His fingers coated with your slick as he placed them on your lips, hinting that you needed to suck on them. You got off of his face and on to his chest while you sucked his fingers. His beard was covered with your slick as well and he got it off with the back of his hand, while looking seductively at you.
You rubbed your ass against his growing hard cock and Chris pulled you down for a heated kiss. His tongue dominating yours as the taste of your pussy hit your tastebuds. “You’re such a good girl, baby. I think you deserve my cock.” He told you and you immediately nodded submissive. “Please daddy. Please, may I have your cock.” He smiled and kissed your forehead, while his hands cupped your cheeks. “Yes baby. Cimb on daddy’s cock and make yourself cum.” He told you and you quickly stroked his cock, guiding him into your pussy.  
You were still sensitive and clenched around him when you put him in. You always had to get used to his size. His hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. You slowly started moving “Atta girl, go on.” You didn’t need more and picked up the pace while you both made eye contact. His eyes darkly looking back at you. You took it up a notch and started moving faster while sinful sounds got released from Chris’s throat.
You moaned and your hands went over his abs, turning you on even more.  “Go make yourself cum now.” he commended and rubbed your clit with his thumb. He knew it wasn’t going to take you long as he hit your g-spot with his cock and you came in no time. You fell down on his chest and he softly petted your hair. “Good girl.” He whispered in your ear.
“Look at the mess you made on daddy’s dick.” He told you, holding you up now by your neck. “Clean it up baby.” You got off of him and looked at his cock which was glistening with your cum. You licked it all off his shaft until Chris got up. “Get on your hands and knees.” His voice dark. You did what he said and you heard him getting off of the bed. The moment you turned your head around, you got a hard smack on your ass. “Don’t. Look.” You looked in front of you awaiting what was going to happen.
“Daddy’s going to fill you up completely.” He told you and held your pink dildo in front of you. “Which one do you want in your ass princess?” You looked shocked “You need to learn some manners. You’ve been rude to daddy as if you had the nerve to backtalk to me.” you swallowed your saliva. “But don’t worry, daddy’s not going to hurt you… if you’re stying a good girl. Now. Which. One. Do. You. Want. In. Your. Ass?” your eyes went big. “You… you can choose daddy.” Your shaky voice gave you away. You’ve never tried anal before but the thought did turn you on of having two cock in you. “Now that’s the right answer baby girl.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll start with my fingers. You remember the safe word right baby?” he asked you and nodded. “Tell me what is pretty girl.” “Strawberry” you answered. “Good girl.” You felt his cock going over your dripping slit before entering you with a moan. “Still squeezing daddy so tight.” he remarked and heard him spit and felt his saliva covering your ass, before you felt his finger going over to your other entrance. “You ready sweetheart?” he asked you, making you nod.
You felt his finger slowly going in and a groan above you. “So tight baby, but that won’t last long I promise you.” it send shivers down your spine. He added another finger in and started pumping faster as you followed your high. “Daddy….” You screamed out from pleasure. “That’s it baby. Cum.” He told you and your whole body shook and trembled so much that you couldn’t even hold yourself up, collapsing into the mattress. “Good girl. Now I think it’s time for the real work. What do you think baby?”
You whimpered, still trembling from your last orgasm. He brought the dildo towards your  mouth. “Take it in.” he told you. You opened your mouth while Chris pushed the dildo further into your mouth, making you gag and tear up. “Oh baby, you are so pretty and all mine.” After Chris thought was enough, saliva dripping down your chin and chest, he rubbed it in and got some on his hand for your ass before giving you a generous kiss.
“Daddy?” you asked tiredly and Chris hummed “What is it princess?” he said lovingly, making you feel a little small making you go even more into submission. “I want your cock in my ass.” Chris smiled and kissed your shoulder. “Good girl. I’d love to fuck your ass baby.” he told you before going back to his original place.
He rubbed the dildo against your slicky slit and pushed in, earning a loud moan from you. He spit on your ass again and rubbed the tip of his dick against your entrance before slowly pushing it in. You cried out from pain and pleasure and let your face fall onto the mattress. Chris started to moan loudly as well. “Oh my god, baby you are so tight.” he wasn’t even fully in yet. “ Take daddy’s cock like a good girl.” He told you before moving the dildo in and out of your pussy and pushed his cock further into your ass. Once he was fully in, you started crying from the pain and pleasure, making your entire body confused.
Chris waited with moving and kept playing with the dildo in your pussy. Once he noticed that you were close to coming, he started moving his cock in your ass and you moaned out like you’ve never done before, nails digging into the covers. Once he bottomed you out, he started pounding into you with the dildo at the same time. “Oh you’re doing so good, with two cocks filling you up.” You were in a crying orgasm and started squirting everywhere, making a mess on the entire bed and Chris “Oh look at that, you’re so gorgeous. I’m so proud of you baby” You couldn’t stop squirting and moaning, getting lost in complete and utter pleasure as you fell down on the bed, exhausted. But that didn’t stop Chris.
His hands now on your ass cheeks, pushing you further into the mattress as he thrusted hard in to you. The dildo still resting in your pussy. “Maybe if you’re a good girl I can make an acceptation of sharing you and invite Cavill to destroy that pretty pussy of yours while I pound into you from behind.”
Just the thought of Chris and Henry Cavill pounding in and out of you, using your body as their sex toy got you another round of a eye rolling orgasm. “Oh you like that idea, don’t you princess? Mhm? You’re a little cockslut aren’t you?” you whimpered and tried to wiggle away  as the pleasure became too much. “No princess, you’re staying right here and take that pounding.” He growled in your ear as the loud sounds of skin on skin and your dripping wet pussy filled the air.
He laid his entire body on yours so you had no way of moving at all as he overpowered you. He put his arm around your neck and slightly pulled  you up in a chocking hold while his thrust became harder and more erratic. “I’m going to fill this pretty ass up. It’s mine now.” he growled in your ear.
You came another time and it felt like you were going to pas out for sure. You felt something warm shoot in your ass and Chris let go of the chokehold, making you fall with your face in the covers while he came loudly. Your whole body was shaking and you couldn’t stop, muscles aching. Chris got out of you, leaving you whimpering from sensitivity as he got the dildo out as well and kissed the top of your head. You felt his cum dripping out of your ass, falling on your legs.
Chris cleaned you up, knowing you had absolutely no strength left. “Are you okay baby?” He asked you lovingly and caring. You nodded exhausted. He gave you a loving sympathetic smile “You did so good princess. I’m so proud of you.” he told you as he crawled in bed naked next to you and pulled you against him to cuddle. He softly went with his hand over your hair and gave you head kisses.
“Do you really like the idea of me and Cavill fucking you?” He asked you curious. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “Maybe…” you told him, voice raspy. He hummed and nodded, staring at the ceiling and then back at you. “Maybe I should give him a call someday then….” You felt excitement bubbling up by the thought and couldn’t help but smile. Chris smiled back but held your face between his hand again. “But don’t you dare too forget that you’re mine.” He growled intimidating and you couldn’t help but feel the excitement and butterflies going crazy in your stomach. “Yes daddy, I’m all yours.” You told him and kissed him lovingly.
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corie-the-writer · 2 years
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Twin Flame - Chapter 2
Warnings: smut, fluff, slight toxicity?¿
"Get in the car." Chris ordered.
"Fuck no." Aria scoffed, moving past the man and tried to walk down the alley towards the street a few yards away.
"Aria." Chris growled, taking a couple long strides to catch up to her, his large hand grabbing ahold of her hand gently, "Stop." Chris spoke, "Please get in the car."
"What was that Chris?" Aria questioned heatedly, "If you don't answer me, I'm not going anywhere." Aria spoke with a low growl.
Chris groaned but gave a small nod, "Can we please talk somewhere that's not here?" Chris questioned, "I'll tell you everything, just not here." Chris stated, "If you want to leave then, I'll have one of my men take you home."
Aria looked skeptical for a moment before she gave a nod, moving past him to avoid his touch as she climbed into the back of the SUV with Chris following.
Chris had decided to take her to his home, promising that if she wanted to leave that he would have someone drive her. The entire ride to his house was eerily silent, he felt like he was dying inside not being able to touch her. It was like torture, and he felt himself growing irritable having her so close but feeling so far away as they walked into his home.
The man had walked into the large living room, Aria following slowly behind him, her eyes looking around to his place, since this is the first time she had been there. He watched as she sat down on the couch, her green eyes glaring at him, waiting for him to speak.
"I uh…I'm a businessman." Chris stated, "Illegal businessman." Chris corrected, "I run one of the most notorious mobs in the city." Aria let out a laugh, shaking her head, "This is so ridiculous." Aria moved to stand up, "Why are you wasting my time with this?" Aria questioned.
Chris had to admit that he found her reaction humorous, "I'm not joking." Chris stated, "My father Frank led the Elite for nearly three decades." Chris explained, watching as his words were starting to sink in, "I took over when he passed away a few years ago."
Aria's face paled for a moment, her head spinning remembering stories of the Elite growing up, quickly showing signs of panic and being scared.
"Baby, I'm not going to hurt you." Chris spoke seeing the demeanor of the woman change, moving slowly to her, "Look at me…" Chris spoke gently, "I'm never going to hurt you, I'm never going to let anyone hurt you. You have my word."
Aria stared into his blue eyes, nodding despite the protests she was hearing in her mind.
Chris cupped her cheek for a moment, his thumb brushing against her skin, "Can I kiss you? I haven't kissed you all night…" Chris nearly whined, watching as the woman blinked at him for a moment.
"Kiss me." Aria spoke quietly, licking her lips as he leaned forwards to capture her lips with his.
Chris found himself slowly feeling hole again as she laced her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, his large hands going to her thighs and pulling her towards him to where he could stand up, her legs going around his waist.
"Stay here tonight?" Chris questioned, pulling away for a moment to catch his breath.
Aria gave him a nod, her fingers buried in his hair, her forehead resting against his as he carried her out of the living room, "You know I can walk, right?" Aria questioned lowly causing Chris to chuckle.
"I haven't got to touch you in almost a week." Chris stated as he walked up the stairs in the foyer.
Aria was on a cloud as Chris pressed her back against a door, her legs still wrapped around him as he kissed her passionately, a low moan escaping into his mouth.
"Jesus…" Chris breathed out, pulling away to open the door to his bedroom, walking in effortlessly and sitting the woman down on the bed, "Wait here." Chris added, moving towards the bathroom. Aria heard the sound of water running as Chris reappeared in the bathroom, watching as he moved towards her, kneeling down to take her heels off.
"Come…" Chris spoke standing up with a handout, leading her to the bathroom, drawing a bath, knowing that she hated the smell of smoke on her, "Here…" Chris spoke quietly, "I'll be out there when you're done."
Aria looked to the tub and then back at Chris, "Stay?" Aria questioned, her eyes looking right into his soul as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans, slowly pushing the material down her legs. Moving to take her top off, letting the material fall to the floor as she stood in a black laced bra with matching panties.
Chris sucked in his breath as he is looking at the woman, he found himself removing his shirt as she took off her bra, showing her large mounds, letting the piece of cloth fall to the floor, and then moved her fingers to the hems of her laced panties.
The man felt his cock twitch at the sight of the naked woman as he pushed his jeans and boxers down after he had taken off his socks and shoes. His dick was growing at the sight of the woman and as much as he wanted to pounce on her, he held out his hand for her to take, leading them into the bath filled with hot water.
Taking a moment to settle, his hands brushed against Aria's arms for a moment before she turned to face him.
Chris hesitated for a half of a second before pressing his lips against hers, his arm wrapping around her lower back, pulling her closer to his naked frame. Aria's legs instantly going over his under the water, so there was absolutely no space between them. Their tongues clashing together with an intense amount of passion. Aria's head rolled back when Chris tore away from her lips, kissing her exposed neck and collar bone, his arms wrapped around her tightly, almost having her floating on clouds. Aria found herself reaching between them, disappearing under the water for Chris' hard member, stroking him a few times, before Chris reached down and lined himself up at her entrance.
"Please Chris…" Aria breathed out lowly, making his cock stir more. Chris captured her lips with his, using his left hand to cup the nape of her neck, while his right hand pushed his dick inside of her slowly, causing her to moan into his mouth. Chris groaned at the sensation, electricity shooting through him as she slowly slides down onto him until he bottomed out.
Chris watched as Aria began to move at a slow pace, slowly moving up and down as his head rolled back for a moment, her lips on his neck, her hands resting on his shoulders as her nails dug into his skin gently, "Fuck baby…" Chris moaned, letting the woman have her fun for a moment, "Hold on tight." Chris ordered after a few moments knowing that they could bathe later, when her grip around him tightened, he carefully stood up, his large thick erection still buried inside of her as he moved across the bathroom, stopping near the bathroom door with her back pressed against the wood to thrust into her a few times, "Feel so good." Chris murmured against her skin. Lulling her head back, she whined when Chris stopped his movements and walked into the bedroom, gently laying her on the large king-sized bed. He admired her naked frame for a moment, before climbing on top of her, lining himself up at her tight entrance and thrusting into her once again. Her back arched at the sensation, her hands reaching for his biceps, as his mouth licked and nipped at the skin on her neck, "Oh God Chris…" Aria moaning out his name causing him to grow painfully harder, "Feels so good baby." Aria felt Chris making calculated thrusts into her, hitting her sweet spot repeatedly, causing the sensation to build.
"Jesus…" Chris moaned, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to last long, but had vowed that he would go as many rounds as she wanted, "You're mine, all mine." Chris picked up his thrusts, "Aren't you baby?" Chris questioned as he locked his lips to hers for a moment, "Aren't you?" Chris questioned again, thrusting slightly harder.
"Yes, I'm yours, all yours." Aria moaned, "Oh…oh god, I'm…I'm going to come." Aria reached for him, but he used his large hands to hold both of her arms above her head at her sides.
"Come for me sweet girl, come all over my cock." Chris nearly begged, "Feels so good. You're mine, all mine." Chris tried to control the animalistic instinct as she arched her back, throwing her head back, using his hand to hold her chin so he could look into her eyes as she came undone beneath him, "Fuck…" Chris hissed, feeling his own climax, "Aria, baby…I'm going to come."
"Come inside me, make me yours." Aria moaned out still riding out her high, "Please, make me yours."
"Jesus…" Chris growled, his seed beginning to spill inside of her tight core, "Fuck…" Chris fell limp against the woman, her legs and arms wrapping around him as she milked him for everything he had, causing a shudder to ripple through him, his hands trying to touch any part of skin he could as his lips found hers, giving her a searing kiss, "Mine…"
"Yours."
The next morning, Chris woke up with his arms wrapped around Aria tightly, her naked frame nuzzled against his chest, her head tucked right under his chin, and he had never been so content in his entire life.
He had spent hours making love to the dark-haired woman after they both had come down from their first high, and even though he was exhausted, he was on cloud nine.
Hearing a low knock on the wooden door, Chris groaned to himself, trying to not stir the sleeping woman. Choosing to ignore the knock, knowing that the day would be filled with torturing the man who tried to hurt the love of his life, Chris closed his eyes. That was until the door slowly opened, causing the man to narrow his eyes at Peter Parker who was looking sheepish as he entered, eyeing the woman next to him for a split second before turning his attention to Chris.
"What?" Chris growled, making sure that nothing was showing on Aria, pulling the silk sheet further up her bare back.
"Sor..sorry sir, but Bucky and Sam need you." Peter explained, "I told them you were still sleeping, but they told me to wake you…" Peter added holding the cell phone, moving towards the bed to hand Chris the phone.
"Yeah?" Chris answered, "Leave." Chris added looking at Peter who scurried out of the room quickly, slamming the door shut behind him, causing Aria to stir, "Twerp." Chris chuckled lowly, knowing he had unintentionally scared the young man.
"We got a problem." Bucky's voice rang through the phone. Chris groaned silently, "Is it something you can handle yourself?" Chris questioned looking to the sleeping woman, hearing his second in command say that he and Sam could, "Alright, handle it. Call me if you need me." Chris spoke quietly before hanging up the phone. "Gorgeous, come on, I'm taking you away for a bit." Chris decided to kiss Aria's bare shoulder, causing her to stir away. The man's heart fluttered seeing the sleepy smile as she turned on her back to face him.
"Hm?" Aria hummed, cuddling further into the bed.
"I'm taking you away for the day."
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A Daddy’s girl
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pairing: Dad!Ari Levinson x Milf!Reader
summary: Dad!Ari and Milf!Reader give their babygirl her well needed bath and reward themselves with a bit of soft kissy sex (soft!dom!ari) (slight somnophilia/cockwarming)
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“youre so perfect momma, so good to our precious” Ari mumbled into Y/n’s ear, hugging her closely from behind, one of his hands groping her breast greedily as her vest now had wet patches from her milk leaking through. “I want you to use me baby, take what you need from me okay? You deserve it” He whispered kissing down her nape, feeling her shiver and nuzzle her ass back onto him.
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“awh hey babygirl, ya love bein’ with your momma don’t ya pretty girl” Ari cooed letting his hand run over his baby girl’s head, her cute little face grinning under the water as his wife gently poured water over her. At 2 months old she was the cutest tiny thing, Ari and Y/n were absolutely smitten with the life they had created, “Babe, babe look she’s doin’ that same face you do” Y/n giggled watching while her babygirl squirmed and formed that famous Levinson grump on her face.
Grabbing their camera from the bathroom counter Ari quickly snapped a shot of his best girls in the bathtub, his wife and babygirl so clearly full of love for each other, even though he was sure their babygirl was more likely milk drunk having just been breastfed by her momma, his perfect wife. “You’re so beautiful ya know that?” Leaning over the tub he let his forehead lean against Y/n’s his lips meeting hers briefly before their babygirl starting cooing again clearly not liking the fact she wasn’t the centre of attention.
“Hm it’s okay pretty you’re still momma’s number one angel, daddy’s just a stinky man” Y/n joked cuddling a now towel covered baby into her chest. “Stinky huh? Well if I remember right i’m not the one that’s shit herself twice today” Ari said giving his little girl the stink eye, her tiny fists already reaching out for him with her mouth opening for a little yawn to make its way out. Kissing her husband’s neck sloppily, Y/n got out of the bathtub after her daughter leaving Ari to dry and dress their babygirl.
“Youre so pretty ya know that? Yes you do” Setting her onto the changing table Ari quickly put on her diaper, “I know pretty its so cold out here isn’t it? Dada’s nearly done baby” He reassured her, watching as she reacted to the cold lotion on her skin, clearly wanting some warmth from her daddy. Choosing a soft blue onesies accompanied by her sleep snuggie, he got her all wrapped up and in his arm within minutes, her sweet soft baby scent filling his nostrils as he cupped her head against his broad shoulder.
Mini Levinson lifted her head up slightly giving her daddy the biggest set of puppy eyes before her head become too heavy and she had to set it back down; effectively pulling at his heartstrings once again. “You got those eyes from your momma, both of you got daddy under your spell, you’re daddy’s perfect lil angel, all mommy’s and mine’s” He whispered nuzzling his nose against hers, softly padding into their bedroom he spotted his wife changed and only wearing one of his oversized tanks.
“There’s my girl” Y/n cooed brushing out her hair, instantly putting the hairbrush down to rush over and pepper her mini me in kisses, the tiny tot soon finding comfort in the binky Y/n put in her mouth. The tiny suckling sounds filling the room as her eyes slowly shut, her fists grabbing tightly onto her daddy’s shirt.
“She loves her dada” Y/n whispered tucking her in tighter into her snuggie, “Hell yeah she does, she’s my babygirl” Ari whispered, “Wait for me in bed momma, i’ll put our little precious down for the night alright? You’ve done enough for us today” Without another word Ari found himself in the room next door, a pastel purple room filled with all the toys, books and necessities for their growing girl. Her bassinet sat right in the corner with no pillows or blankets, for safety reasons, but her cute little night light sat down by the floor giving her some comfort.
“See ya in the mornin’ sweetpea, daddy’s gonna miss ya tonight” Gently setting the half asleep Levinson into her bassinet, he patted her bottom and back for a few minutes to lull her into a deep sleep, until he finally found it okay to step out. Turning on the white noise machine he tiptoed back to their bedroom, breathing out a sigh of relief when he saw his wife just cuddled up waiting for him on his side of the bed.
“Hey hotstuff don’t you look delicious” Ari chuckled crawling over to her, plopping himself right on top of her, his weight pinning her down in a comforting way. “You’re so funny, daddy” Y/n teased kissing his pink plump lips, letting her tongue mingle with his for a short wet kiss before he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck; his arms wrapping around her soft belly bringing her close against his chest. “momma ya know what that name does ta me, makes me wanna make you big n’ full of me again” He growled slowly grinding his hardening cock against her bare ass..
“I-i’m tired Ari baby, our baby boo had me running in circles today” She whined feeling her body start to calm, although a part of her felt the wetness start to pool around her thighs. “I know she did, our little girl tired herself out, was sleepin’ by the time I got her into the crib” He chuckled just softly humping their bodies together, her quiet whines and whimpers causing him to smile and kiss her out of pride.
“youre so perfect momma, so good to our precious” Ari mumbled into Y/n’s ear, hugging her closely from behind, one of his hands groping her breast greedily as her vest now had wet patches from her milk leaking through. “I want you to use me baby, take what you need from me okay? You deserve it” He whispered kissing down her nape, feeling her shiver and nuzzle her ass back onto him.
“Need you inside honey, wanna feel you closer” Pulling Ari’s hand up inside her vest, she let it rest on her wet milky breasts, before using her hands to pull out his pre-cum leaking cock from inside his sweatpants. “feel the heat radiating from your pussy? all the love she has to give daddy” Both of them let out strained gasps once he slid in easily, knowing they hadn’t felt this close in weeks since their babygirl had most of their devoted attention. “I love you so much beautiful”
“I-I love you too Ari- fuck” Crying out her legs started to shake once Ari’s hand had snuck around and started to toy with her precious little button, her swollen clit begging to be played with as it stood proud out of her thick lips. “Don’t touch there d-“ Ari’s fingers slowly and carefully traced over the stretch marks which now littered her stomach and thighs, something he knew had thrown her off.
“They mean a lot to me so let me love them as if they're mine and not yours." He whispered back, feeling her pussy clench around his cock every few seconds, signifying that she was nearing her finish. To stimulate her even further his thick fingers found her wet hard nipples, tugging at them to squirt more milk out onto the vest which now clung to her like a swimsuit; no doubt their bedsheets were now soaked.
“M’gonna cum babe, so bad” Y/n whimpered reaching back to cling onto the hair at the back of Ari’s neck, her voice muffled as Ari stuck his milk soaked fingers into her mouth before putting it into his, “Milk tastes so good momma” Their bodies rocked and humped without abandon, the sound of skin slapping filled the room, the cool air conditioning preventing them from becoming stuffy. It only took a few more seconds before the band in her stomach snapped and she creamed all over his cock, him in turn filling her to the brim, a cream mixture collecting at the base of his cock.
“You want me to pull out baby? or plug you up with my cock and keep you full”
“Stay, I want you to stay in me daddy” She shuddered trying to shuffle back, trying to stuff more of him inside her, keeping her warm and stuffed just like she wanted. Eventually the both of them fell asleep, with him slowly fucking her throughout the night, even finding himself being fucked awake when she rode him at the first sign of daylight just before their parental duties came into full swing. God how he loved his woman.
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imyourbratzdoll · 7 months
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𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇…
hello! sorry for not posting anything in a while, I haven't had any motivation but this is an idea I've been thinking of for about a year now! I hope you all enjoy it.
summary - it's your first day working for the famous weatherman ari levinson, it turned out a lot better than you expected.
warning - smut, voyeurism, recording, daddy kink, choking, fingering, creampie, swearing, degrading, slut shaming, semi-public sex, powerplay.
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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You walk into the building, excitement building with each step. Your knee-length skirt rests tightly on your hips, cupping your arse wonderfully and your tucked-in, light purple blouse hugs your figure, barely containing your breasts from spilling out. Your heels click against the tile, and your heart squeezes inside your chest as you near the room. Your hand shook slightly as you reached for the handle, pushing the door open, your eyes widening as you took in the hustle. Everyone was moving fast, ensuring everything was getting done in time. 
Your breath catches in your throat when your eyes land on the infamous weatherman. The man every woman has wet dreams about, the man they’d happily get up early for just to see him on their screen. You watched as women fluttered around him, refreshing his make-up, to make him look perfect for the TV but that was impossible, he was already perfect enough. You felt your knickers dampen, slick gathering between your thighs, cunt throbbing as your eyes connected with his. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, you swear you were on the verge of a panic attack when he smirked, his eyes moving up and down your body slowly before he licked his lips. Ari Levinson was going to be the death of you and all womankind.
“Miss?” You blink, breaking eye contact with a god and shyly look at another man trying to get your attention. “Mr Levinson is ready for you. You will be training alongside him, so he said to meet him in the weather section.” You nod, happily but shyly follow along, keeping your head down so you don’t accidentally catch his eye again. The man stops in the area and shows you where you will be standing. A table is wheeled in and you grow confused, never seeing a table in this part of the news before. 
“What is the table for, if it’s not too much to ask?” You stare at it curiously, tilting your head to the side. 
The man shrugs before his hand flies to the earphone connected to his ear and he speaks to the person on the other side. He looks at you. “Mr Levinson will be here in a few seconds.” That’s all he says as he turns and leaves you to stand there by yourself. You look around, standing with your hands interlocked in front of you. 
You are so busy looking down at your shoes, getting lost in your own world that you don’t notice the man himself has made his way over. His navy blue suit hugged his figure perfectly, his shoes shined, and his medium-length hair was combed and pushed out of his face. “Good morning, Miss L/N” You jump, looking up with wide eyes as you notice he’s neared, standing so close that you can practically smell his cologne. “It’s a pleasure to have you here.” He reaches forward, expecting a handshake.
You stumble, quickly slipping your hand into his, feeling a shiver rush through your body as you make contact, his hand so warm and large. “G–good morning, Mr Levinson! It’s a pleasure to be working with you!” You stutter, spurting out words as you peer up at him through your lashes. Your chest heaving as his blue eyes stare down at you. “I–uh…” You look between him and the table. “May I ask what the table is for? I’ve never seen you use it in one of your reports.” You gulp, hoping that you haven’t disappointed him immediately. 
Ari smirks, his hand comes around and rests on your lower back, leading you over to the table in speaking. “I have something special planned for this one. You, my little costar. Will be my special guest.” He smiles down at you, something darker behind his eyes. You didn’t know, but the moment Ari had seen you in the interview, he knew he needed to have you any way he could and he planned something so naughty, so sexual that the whole world would talk about it. “You don’t mind, do you, sweetness?”
“N–no! I don’t mind at all, Mr Levinson! I am just honoured to be working with you! You see, I am a big fan!” You blink up at him, wondering how he could be even more perfect up close. “I will do anything to make this perfect!” Ari’s grin widens, and you shift as he continues to stare. “I–is there something on my face, Mister?” 
Ari shakes his head and moves away from you, he runs his hand through his hair and gets in position. “No, sweetness. Now, be a good girl and stand behind the table for me.” He gestures, watching with lustful eyes as you obey immediately. He holds back a groan as his gaze falls to your arse, loving how the skirt hugs it so perfectly. Ari blinks and his face becomes straight, his eyes move from your plump arse to the cameraman, and he gives a slight nod, showing that he is ready. Once he gets the signal, he begins. “Good morning everyone! I am your weatherman Ari Levinson and I have a special guest with me today! Please welcome, Miss Y/n L/n!” 
You smile shyly, giving a small wave and you feel your body heat up as Ari takes a step closer to you, brushing up against you. “H–hi!” You clear your throat and straighten your back, wanting to be seen as a professional instead of some shy little girl. 
Ari’s hand brushes against your hip, and you swallow down the whimper that threatens to escape. A giddy geek by the name of Jake Jensen stands behind the camera, anticipating what's to come. He was amazed at how Ari could work his looks and money, being able to persuade everyone in the building to leave to let him do the weather announcement without them. He trusts his good friend to stream this live video to the house filled with the other group of friends. All the men gather around the couch, waiting for his friend to bless them with a good show. 
Ari presses against you, his bulge resting between your plump cheeks and you let out a small whine. “Why don’t you tell our audience what the weather will be like today, okay, sweetness?” You gulp, blinking a few times as you try and pull yourself back from the fuzziness. His hand comes up and he strokes your cheek with his knuckles, “You there, sweetness?” 
You nod, sighing softly. “Y–yes, I’m here. Uh, the weather today is said to be cloudy with a–a…” You stop, eyes widening when you feel Ari begin to grind against you, his hand sliding to the front of you, slowly pulling your skirt up. 
He leans forward, whispering in your ear. “Keep going, You wouldn’t want to lose your job on your first day, now would you?” 
You immediately shake your head, continuing as he connects with your bare cunt, groaning when he realises you’ve been walking around wearing nothing underneath. “With a chance of rain…” You clear your throat, biting hard on your bottom lip when his finger brushes against your soft, glistening cunt. A squeal escapes you when you are suddenly bent forward, your chest flush against the cold table, nipples hardening and slick gathers between your thighs. “W–what, what are you doing, Mr Levinson?” You whimper, feeling him grind into you.
“Shh, sweetness. This is what’s so special about this one. You should’ve known that I wouldn’t let someone like you slip from my grasp. I had to have you, and so do my friends.” He leans over you, your body practically disappearing with his large build, and Ari looks directly into the camera. “Say hi to them sweetness.” His other hand slides up and tightens around your throat, squeezing when you don’t obey. “I said, say hi to them. Don’t be a disobedient slut.”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, a whine passing your lips as he continues to rub your swollen clit. “H–hi, Mr Levinson’s friends!” Your mind felt cloudy, never having felt this much pleasure before. “W–what are you going to do, Mr Levinson?” Your arse pushes back against him as his fingers slip into your hole, pumping fast and hard, curling them into that sweet spot you’ve never been able to reach. 
“Call me Daddy, sweetness, and don’t even worry your pretty little head about what I’m going to do.” His cock throbs in his slacks, hardening and straining against the material. Ari presses harder against you, fucking you with his fingers and groaning as you tighten around them. You whine as Ari pulls his fingers out of you, and your orgasm which had been close to the edge, fades away. “You don’t get to cum, sweetness, unless it’s around my cock. You wanna cum on Daddy’s cock?” 
You nod rapidly, grinding yourself against him, wanting him buried deep inside of you. “Yes! Please, Daddy, I wanna cum on your cock!” You gasp as his hand moves from your throat, his thumb rests on your plump bottom lip and a groan slips from Ari as you immediately wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking and licking, eyes dazed as his taste fills your mouth. 
Ari lifts the fingers that were inside you to his face and sticks them into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. “Taste so good, sweetness. I can’t wait to be buried between these thighs.” He reaches down, slowly pulling out his thickened cock, smirking as you whine and wiggle in anticipation. “But, I won’t today. I’ll save that for another day. For now, sweetness. You need to be patient, I’ll fuck you in a second.” He growls, smacking your arse, and his cock twitches as he watches it jiggle. 
“P–please, Daddy! I’ll be good, please fuck me!” You whimper, pushing your arse against his throbbing cock, and your skirt now rests above your hips. Ari slowly strokes his cock, tapping his leaking tip against your glistening folds, rubbing it through until his head gets caught on your entrance. 
“It’s okay, sweetness. Daddy will fuck you now.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head and a strained moan escapes you when he begins to push in, stretching your walls. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, sweetness. I’m never letting you go after this, oh– You’re squeezing my cock so well.” Ari grunts, thrusting fully into your cunt, gripping your hips as he begins to fuck you hard and fast, becoming feral the more his cock drives into you. “Feel good, sweetness?” 
“Uh huh, uh huh! So good, so full!” You scream, gripping the table as your body moves up and down with each thrust. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Your moans echo throughout the room, your walls tighten around his thick member, and for the first time in your life, your toes curl. The men watching groan, pants tightened as their cocks strain against them. Your knuckles grow white as you grip harder, feeling your walls pulsate around Ari.
“Jesus, fuck! Sweetness, if you continue to squeeze me like that, I’ll finish inside you.” Ari groans as you squeeze him tighter at his words, the thought of him pumping you full causes your whole body to go crazy. “You’re such a slut, sweetness. Your first day on the job and you are already sleeping with your boss while his friends watch. You know how much of a whore that makes you? I bet you want them to be here, passing you around and using you.” You let out a pornographic moan at the thought, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cock begins to pound into your sweet spot. 
“Daddy, I’m cumming! Please let me cum! Can I cum, please?!” You cry out, thrusting your hips back against him, wanting to feel him deeper. Your head feels fuzzy, eyes cloudy and the core inside of you tightens. “Please, please!” 
Ari grips your hips tightly, pounding faster and harder, feeling his orgasm approaching rapidly. “Cum for me, sweetness. Milk my cock.” He growls in your ear as he leans forward, fucking you deeper. “C’mon be a good girl and show my friends how well you obey orders.” Your mouth falls open into a silent scream, your walls pulsate like crazy and your juices squirt out of you, coating Ari’s cock with white cream. You sigh, planting your face onto the table as he continues to fuck you. “Fuck, that was so fucking hot, sweetness!” 
Ari holds you tighter, hard enough to leave bruises on your soft flesh. “I’m going to pump you full, sweetness, and then carry you home to my friends so they can all have a turn with your sweet body.” He whispers into your ear, grunting as he feels his balls tighten, cock twitching and throbbing before thick spurts of cum shoot out of his thick mushroom tip and into you, filling you to the brim, coating your walls. “Jesus, you feel so good, sweetness. Let’s see how pretty your cunt looks filled with my cum.” Ari groans and you whine as he slowly pulls his softened cock out of your used hole, and squats down. “Oh, sweetness. She’s so beautiful!” 
You whimper as his finger connects with your puffy clit, rubbing it gently before he moves down and spreads your lips apart. A groan slips from his lips as he watches his cum slowly begin to leak out of your hole. You gasp as Ari slowly pushes a finger into your hole, pushing his cum back into you, deeper. “You know what the best part of this will be, sweetness?”
You hum, too fucked out to understand. “The fact that you aren’t wearing any knickers, means you’ll be walking out of here with my cum dripping down your thigh.” You let out a little whine, wiggling against him as he continues to finger his cum back into you. Ari stands, straightening his back as he tucks himself back into his slacks and ensures his suit looks perfect. “I hope you had a good show, boys. Now, sweetness. Let’s get you dressed so that I can introduce you to my friends.” 
“I’m so tired…” You mumble, nuzzling your face into his neck when he stands you up and spins you around, giving everyone a view of your arse before Jake turns the camera off. Ari grins, pulling your skirt down gently to cover your gorgeous legs. One hand rests on your hip while the other comes up and fixes your shirt. You slowly pull away from his neck and blink tiredly up at him, feeling all tingly and sore between your legs, having never taken someone so large before. “So pretty.” 
Ari smiles, tucking a strand of hair that’s come loose behind your ear. “Thank you, sweetness. You’re the most beautiful woman that’s walked this Earth.” His eyes fall to your plump lips, wondering what it would feel like to feel them against his. This man had taken you, yet not once had he stolen a kiss. Your eyes follow suit, flickering down to his lips, willing him to kiss you. A gasp leaves your lips when Ari leans down, holding your chin between his thumb and finger and kisses you, swallowing the soft sounds that escape you. Your hands clutch onto his suit jacket, holding him close to you as your lips move in unison, his taste is so delicious and magical.
You whimper when he pulls away, his and your eyes flutter open and you stare at each other for a short while before you stumble, your mind cloudy from the kiss and legs feel like jelly and Ari smirks. “Why don’t I carry you out, sweetness? It looks like I did a good job, just wait until you get to my house.” You whine at the thought of being filled by multiple different cocks. Ari leans slightly and grabs your thighs, he lifts you and wraps your legs around his hips. “Are you ready, sweetness?”
You nod, nuzzling into him more. “I’m ready.” 
With those words, you are off. He carries you out to your new future, one where you will no longer have to work and be worshipped by many men. Fate had a funny way of getting you to meet your soulmates, and a certain cameraman by the name of Jake Jensen was known as a geek, being smart enough to know everything about tech. Except today, he had been so invested in you and your beauty that he didn’t notice he accidentally switched the live recording to broadcast to the world instead of just his buddies.
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intoanotherworld23 · 11 months
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The Best Seat
Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans
Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, this entire one shot is pure smut and sex, so heed this warning
Summary: Chris’s face is always the best seat in the house
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One hand on your breasts pinching your nipple into a hard nub. While the other hand was three fingers deep thrusting them in between your legs. Back arching off the couch as you felt yourself getting closer to orgasm.
The only sounds that could be heard were your moans, and the gushing of your fingers as they entered your body.
Your legs spreading wider open trying to hit that sweet spot. There was only one person who could get you to cum with just their fingers. His fingers were thicker than yours, and could touch every inch you couldn’t.
That's why you had your vibrator on the side table to help bring you to release. That was the only way you could get to cum without him. Feeling bad that you couldn’t just wait for Chris, but you were so needy you couldn’t help yourself.
Chris hated that he knew you had one, but understood why. He had no idea you were going to use it right now. The only time he would let you use it was if he knew you were going to use it. He always wanted to be around when it came out so he could enjoy it as well.
You were so wrapped up in everything you didn't hear the front door open, and see Chris standing there with his arms across his chest. A smirk on his face as he watched your body writhing on the couch trying to bring yourself towards your release.
"Miss me?" Chris spoke making your eyes open and pulling your fingers out of yourself.
Your cheeks heating up wondering how long he had been standing there.
All you could do was just lay there in shock that you had been caught. You knew exactly though what was going to happen next.
He always punished you every time you touched yourself without his approval or awareness of it. He always liked to be the one to touch you, and make you feel good.
"Tsk tsk tsk. You just couldn't help yourself could you?" His tone was mocking cause he already knew the answer to that.
"You were even about to use your vibrator. You really are just a desperate slut." His words went straight to your core, and you tried not to whimper at his words.
You felt yourself clenching your thighs together not having been fully satisfied since you didn't get to release. He could tell just by looking in between your legs, and still seeing how wet you were.
"Stand up." He commanded you and you didn't hesitate to stand.  His eyes roamed your body up and down like a hungry animal.
He took off his jacket threw it somewhere in the room. Even though your body was hot you still felt a shiver run up your spine.
Watching him as he laid down on the couch, and kept his eyes on you the whole time. You awaited his next command for you, but the next words out of his mouth surprised you.
"Sit on my face." His words made your pussy clench.
You stared at him confused for a minute not expecting that. He could see the confusion written on your face, and he just grinned at you.
"You hear me baby? I want you to sit that pretty little pussy on my face. I want to taste how much you've missed me." He licked his lips as he said that teasing you in a way.
Chris was the king of eating you out. He could have you cumming within minutes. Besides he loved the taste of you on his tongue. He craved it without ever saying anything.
Slowly walking towards him you lifted your left leg first and then your right. Placing your pussy just right above his face your thighs on either side of his face.
Your hands placed on the armrest behind his head. You've never sat on his face before so you were a little bit nervous.
"Fuck look at you just glistening for me. Your pussy looks like honey." He growled right before he gripped your hips and shoved your body down on his face. His warm tongue making connection with your folds.
Closing your eyes as you took in the feeling of his lips licking you up and down. Your hands moving to grip his hair as you heard him slurping your juices up. The sounds he was making were making you clench your thighs.
The scruff of his beard tickling your thighs, but you could care less. His tongue then drawing figure eights along your pussy making you bite your lower lip.
Chris eating your pussy like he was a starved man. You were always his favorite meal, and right now he was hungry. He was slurping and sucking at your pussy wanting to get every drop.
You felt your hips rocking back and forth against his mouth. His nose brushing your clit making you squeal at the sensation. His hands massaging your upper thighs and hips soothingly. Looking up at you as he watched you lose yourself in pleasure.
"Fuck you taste so god damn good baby." He mumbled against your soaked lips making you cry out.
Licking your entire pussy from the bottom all the way to your clit. Back and forth his tongue wanting to get every single inch of you. Your mouth hanging open your breathing was becoming more erratic.
Keeping your hips still so you could take your hands and place them on your breasts. Massaging them as you pinched the nipples into a hard bud.
Chris groaning beneath you as he watched the sight before him. Watching as your mouth hang open, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Loving that you cared only about your pleasure right now.
You were trying your best not to completely wrap your legs around his face afraid you would suffocate him. Trying to spread your legs a little wider so he could devour all of you. It was so hard though when he was making you feel so good.
"Oh god Chris fuck me with your tongue." Finally finding your voice wanting nothing more than to feel him thrusting his tongue inside of you.
Feeling his hands grip your hips to lift you up a little bit. You looked down at him as you watched him stick his tongue out pulling you directly down on his tongue. Then lifting you back up again. Catching onto what he was doing you took over from there.
Lifting your legs at a better angle so you could keep slamming yourself down on his tongue. Your pussy clenching around his tongue each time. Him groaning causing the vibrations of his mouth to make your clit tingle.
"You're tongue feels so good baby." You whimpered making him grip your hips even tighter which would surely cause you to bruise.
Looking down at him you saw his eyes closed as he was ravishing you, and taking in your taste. The sight turning you on even more. Your inner thighs were starting to become sore, but you were determined to cum in his mouth.
You knew you were getting closer to orgasm when you felt your pussy squeeze his tongue, and your stomach tightening. Chris could feel it cause he kept a firm grip on your hips keeping you placed on his tongue.
His lips wrapped around your clit, and sucking hard like his life depended on it. Your head thrown back and hands gripping the arm rest almost ripping the leather out. Your clit so sensitive you were ready to burst any second.
Glancing down at the man beneath you his eyes opened this time, and his eyes dark and full of lust. That look was all that it took you to clench your thighs hard around his face, and toes curl.
Feeling yourself releasing into his mouth moaning screaming in pure ecstasy. His hands them rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he helped you through your orgasm.
Your legs and arms were so tired, but you knew this wasn't over yet. Lifting your hips up off of Chris's face. His entire beard was covered in your arousal, and it looked so hot. Chris looked like he had just been to heaven. A glazed over look in his eyes.
"My favorite meal is your pussy hands down baby." He winked at you and you couldn't help but giggle your legs still on either side of his face.
That lustful look in his eyes returning. You knew he wasn't done with you just yet. Feeling your thighs clench together automatically trying to relieve the pressure that came crashing down on you even after your release.
"Now I want you to show my cock just how much you missed me." He growled as you heard him unbuttoning his pants.
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cevansbaby-dove · 2 months
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Coming home to you.
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Pairing:Dad!Chris Evans X Mom!reader
Warnings: Fluffy stuff with a bit of smut in it.
Chris was in Washington with His friend Mark for an ASP meeting in the white house. he was tired from being away from you and your three kids, Emma, Lauren and Alex.
Note:this is all in your Pov.
I was cleaning up the kitchen when chris calls me.
I pick up sayng. "Hello My love" I hear him say. "Hey baby how are things there?"
I look at the girls petting dodger. "good the girls are with dodger and Alex is napping, are you okay? You sound tired."
I sit at the counter and chris sighs. "I'm exhausted if i'm being honest"
I watch the girls as I say to chris. "I'm sorry babe when will you be back?"
"Uh should be home later around 4 pm"
"okay works for us here"
Chris says. "good, i had fun working but it's alot ya know...then i had people come and ask me to sign stuff for them"
I can't help but smile. "Aww poor evans maybe you should get home and just relax, i can help you relax with something if you want"
"Noted Mrs Evans...i can't wait to see you i know it's been only two days but it feels like weeks without you with me and i hate that feeling"
I smile more. "Chris i'm going to cry" I laugh again. "Sorry"
he sighs. "It's okay love are the kids to much on ya?" I smile. "No lisa came over to help for a bit all good."
I then yawn. "Sorry i have been up since five am today, Alex started crying around then"
Chris laughs softly making my heart beat faster I always loved hearing him laugh second best thing from his Boston accent.
"I should let you go back to work I love you Chris see you later"
"I love you too, give a hug to the girls for me see you in a bit"
I smile and hang up and Emma and Lauren walk over to you. "Mommy we want Popsicle pleaseeee" Emma said giving me her best puppy eyes.
I kiss the tops of their heads. "In a few girls ok?" Emma pouts and Lauren says. "Now?"
"not now girls come on we have to clean up your toys, daddy will be back in a few hours"
Emma jumps around. 'Daddy come home!! yay!!" Lauren jumps with her sister "daddy daddy!"
I giggle. "Okay hey girls toys come on" the girls and i pick up the living room and make the girls their snack.
Later the day I have Alex in my arms as the girls color in their books. I watch them and then hear the front door open.
Chris walks in his suit and he says. "hello?"
He walks around into the living room and Emma looks at him and gasps. "Daddy"
She stands up and chris sits on the ground wrapping his arms around her. 'Hey Emmy" She hugs him saying. "issed you"
"I missed you too princess." Chris looks at Lauren and she says. "draw?"
Chris smiles. "whatca girls drawing?" he looks at them and sees cards for him saying 'welcome home daddy we missed you'
"aww oh that's so sweet girls thank you!" He kisses their heads and I smile. "they missed you more then you missed them i think"
He smiles at me. "i'm going to go change i'll be right back" he stands up and walks over to me and kisses my lips softly. he then says in my ear. "I missed your lips too".
Later that night.
Chris and i were on the couch with my head on his shoulder. the kids were down for the night and that left chris and i to enjoy each other.
"So Misses Evans what should we do now?"I look up at him. 'Hmm i would love you if you'd kiss me like you did when you got back" he smiles. "i don't ever mind kissing you"
Chris places a soft yet loving kiss on my lips. I smile and pull away saying. "should we um...take this somewhere else?"
Chris grins standing up and picking me up throwing you over his shoulder.
"Chris!!" he walks into the bedroom and sets me on your back on the bed and says. "Now what should i do now?" I giggle. "Oh? im a the dom tonight??"
He looked at me with that sexy smirk on his face and said "if you want". He started kissing my neck making me moan. "Hey hey bubs who's in control?" He looks into my eyes. "Me cus i haven't had you for two days"
I grin. "oooo do i feel a dom?"
"Always Misses Evans" He kisses my neck again.
He gently took my clothes off interrupting our long hookup session. I opened his belt as he took off his white and tight shirt that enhanced all of his muscles and his veins. We were now both naked and the most vulnerable and intimate we could be.
As I sat there naked he took a minute to look at me up and down "Damn. You're so fine Misses Evans".
I stand up and turn him around. "sit down"
I pushed him on the bed and climbed on his lap. He started kissing my chest and I couldn't help moaning his name "mhh Chris".
He was so turned on by that. He grabbed me by the thighs, stood up while holding me and still kissing me.
He put me down on the bed, went on top of me while still kissing my chest.
I tap his arm once telling him to stop. He looks at me and I look at chris and takes his glasses off. "As much as i love you in them they might get in the way"
I set them down by our bed and chris says. "you love them don't you?' I smile looking at him. "it's a huge turn on" he grins and kisses my neck. "glad you think so"
He kept going down till my hips and worked his way in between my legs.
I could feel his tongue and his beard against my things and it was amazing, kinda itchy but amazing.
I sucked in air sharply through my teeth, and lifted my hips towards his face.
He pulls away looking up at me making me frown. "fucking tease evans"
He smiles "This is what you want, huh? Want me to take a little taste wifey?"
he goes back to licking me.
"Hmm chris that feels...good" I said as i run my hand through his hair tugging lightly on it.
"God, yes. Please don't stop." I pleaded. fuck this man knew how to turn me on everyday.
He dipped his tongue back between my folds, and swirled it over my clit. This was going to be torture.
"hmm" I said making my eyes roll in the back of my head. Chris stops and goes back to my face looking at me. "Hi Handsome" I said with a giggle.
He sat up between my legs, lightly running his finger up and down my folds. "hmm"
He knelt there waiting, rubbing the length of his cock up and down. He took my ankle in one hand and kissed it, grazing his teeth over my skin.
I shivered with the anticipation of what was coming, but he just left me waiting.
"Chris please..." i said moaning.
"Please, what?" He asked quite nonchalantly. I couldn't believe he was doing this.
How could he have been going down on me for so long and then just sit there waiting for me to beg him to fuck me? I knew why he loved seeing me beg for him to ruin me.
He plunged into me. My whole body clenched. I pushed against his shoulders with my feet, raising my hips off the bed, allowing me to penetrate me as deeply as was possible with each thrust.
With my left hand I began squeezing my breast, and with my right I worked my clit.
And in no time an orgasm had pooled in my stomach waiting for release.
I had to brace myself against the headboard as he fucked me. My whole body came apart around him as my orgasm crashed down on me for the second time today.
I arched against him, clenching around his cock. I screamed his name until he kisses me as he came. Emptying inside of me, his cock pulsing deep in my core.
He pulls away panting. "The kids need to sleep wifey" he kissed my cheeks.
Chris rolls off of me panting still. I turn and cuddle on him. "are you alright?"
He holds his hand up giving me thumbs up. "yea" I kiss his cheek. "Welcome home Chris, we missed you."
We fall asleep in each others arms.
The next day i wake up and look and don't see chris there. I sit up and see it's almost eight..shit!
i jump out of bed and change into a white dress and put my shoes on.
I walk downstairs and see chris with the girls and i walk in and hear Emma Laughing as chris tickles her. I shake my head with a smile. Chris has been the best father i could ever ask for this family.
I walk in. "hey your three" I walk over and kiss chris and hear Lauren say. "eww!!"
I turn and place my hand on chris's chest. "whats ew for?" She giggles and chris says. "she doesn't even know"
I turn and grab my coffee that chris already made and take a sip. "so how long have they been up?"
i asked looking at chris. He says. "they came out here a little after 7" i nod and say. "well they need a nap by two then"
Emma says. "no naps mommy!" Chris looks at her. "Emmy be nice and do as mommy says ok?" She frowns. "okayyy"
I look at chris with a smile I am so glad he's back home he makes this house feel like a home.
tags:@nicoline1998enilocin @cutedisneygrl @armystay89 @patzammit @mrsevans90
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whereireid · 1 year
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𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 - 2/2
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨
pairing: dark!ex-boss!steve rogers x fem!reader
WORDCOUNT: 4.6k warnings: dubious consent ! - sexually naive reader, rough p in v, oral sex [m + f receiving] - height difference [6'6 steve, 5'3 reader] -, misogyny, sexism: breeding kinks -daddy kink, captain kink. choking, pregnant!reader: spanking, gaslighting- especially shein at the end LOL - emotional abuse, assimilation, kidnapping slight mention - steve gets his happy ending
PSA: YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS CONTENT IS CONSIDERED MATURE. 18+ ! If any of these topics trigger you, please do not indulge in this content! This is a DARK!FIC, and is intended to come across as such. Minors, please dni - this content is 18+ and is under my #WOMNSFW tag.
summary: Once Captain America's assistant, you're now the up-coming mother of his child. After Steve's jealousy finally becomes out of hand, you snap at him, only to realise that's the very last thing you should do to a Super Soldier. He decides that your defiance lights a match to spark the fire of you being a brilliant mother.
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It’s not like Steve to get this riled up. It’s just difficult watching you discuss initiative with a rookie rather than paying attention to him. He watches as your small hand falls down to brush over your stomach, wondering if your fingers splay over it as a means to reassure yourself that the baby growing inside of you is okay.
Jealousy isn’t a good look on Steve. He’s not a complete airhead - he knows dames usually don’t like it when a man gets stupidly possessive and starts trying to control them, but he just can’t help it. You’re his - literally. Not only are you literally his personal assistant, but you’re also his fiancé and the mother of his child.
“Sweetheart, don’t you think it’s time we get home now?” His voice booms across the training room, his thick hands coming up to massage your shoulders softly. “This much standing can’t be too good for the baby.”
You're terrible at analysis, Steve realizes. You hadn't even noticed he had approached you - evident by how his touch makes you flinch. He feels your nerves jolt beneath him, but to the regular human eye, nothing appears wrong. Steve admits that you’ve grown incredibly wary of his touch recently, only engaging in displays of affection when around other people. In the comfort of your shared home, though, it’s like when he touches you, your body slithers with disgust.
“I am growing slightly tired.” You throw an apologetic smile over at the rookie you were speaking to, all whilst leaning into Steve's touch willingly. He doesn’t miss the prickles of goosebumps that ripple up your skin, the fear which prickles at the back of your neck. He frowns - has his touch ever been unloving, unkind? “I think it’s best I go home and rest up."
Your mutter a few apologies, which forces an eye roll from Steve. Why are you apologizing to people who aren't even worth your time? Frustrated, he begins to steer you out of the compound quickly, irritated as you shuffle away from his touch as though his mere skin is poison.
The drive back to your shared home is silent. Steve is seething as he drives, his grip on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles are beginning to turn white. He’s tried to be patient and understanding - he really has. But he’s blessed you and he doesn’t understand why you’re so hell-bent on rejecting him and then repenting as though he's a curse. You’re throwing tantrums similarly to what a toddler would, sitting next to him in silence and stewing in unspoken anger, and Steve can’t help but feel slightly hurt by your actions.
Is he not good enough for you? Is that it? Or have you grown tired of him? He has been more than kind, allowing you to still attend work despite the fact you’re growing his child. He has bent and adapted so you do not break, shrugging away every single urge to force tradition upon you.
Perhaps what you need is a sense of tradition. Maybe that will stop the fiery defiance you display, both in public and at home.
“We’re home.” Steve’s voice booms loudly in the car, and you stir from your position, your eyes fluttering open at him.
“Good. I’m tired,” you sigh heavily, forcing yourself out of the car quickly before Steve could come around and open your door for you. “Today’s been exhausting.”
“How so?” Steve almost sneers, grabbing your bag from the car and slamming the driver’s side door shut loudly. “All you do all day is make appointments for me and flirt with other men. It can’t be that difficult.”
You groan, waiting for Steve to unlock the front door before following him into your home. “I don’t flirt with other men, Steve. Stop being so delusional."
You drawl his name out with such annoyance it makes Steve’s jaw twitch. “Really? So you weren't all over that rookie earlier today?” He turns away in annoyance, flicking the light to the living area on. The house keys sway in his fingers, and he chuckles dryly, “give me a break, sweetheart. You were practically begging him to fuck you.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing exasperatedly. “So what if I was begging him to fuck me, Steve?" Your hands fall to your stomach, holding it protectively whilst staring at him with furrowed brows.
Holding something he made.
He stills. “Excuse me?”
The calmness in Steve’s tone makes your blood run cold. You try to ignore how he stops still in the archway of the living area; how his large frame tenses and his fists clench. You suddenly feel as though all the air has been sucked out of the room, and you stumble out (in one last act of pitiful defiance), “so what if I was begging him to fuck me, Steve?“
The drawl of his name is what finally makes him snap. It’s like he sees red - like he can’t believe how you’re actually treating him, despite everything that he’s done for you. Steve’s palm is quickly splayed across your throat, and he growls, sounding similar to that of a wild animal as he begins to try and force you to your knees.
It's not like you don't go down without a fight. You try to resist, somewhat, anyway, but you can’t, because he is so, so much stronger than you are and it’s fucking scary. His hands are so strong that they diminish any force of fight you had within you, as trying to resist him makes you actually feel like your shoulders are going to snap. You whimper pathetically as you kneel before him, staring up at his pupils, which are blown and blackened.
You know better than to irritate him by now, so why do you keep doing it?
“You’re mine,” Steve snaps, his blue eyes icy as he pulls his zipper down. The sharp noise makes you flinch beneath him, trying to shuffle away, but the grip he has on the nape of your neck is tight and holds you in place. “You must be fucking crazy if you think I’d ever let another man touch you. If you think I’ll ever let another man look at you again without consequence.”
His fingers grab at your jaw, forcing your mouth open and you cry out. Steve is visibly angry - furious is perhaps a better word, given the fact he’s practically shaking as grips your face whilst also aggressively pulling his thick, hard cock out of his boxers. “You’re going to have to learn how to put that mouth of yours to better use, doll. It's wasted on those shitty opinions of yours, anyway."
Hands roughly grabbing at your hair, pulling your face towards his cock, you have not much choice but to take him in your mouth. It’s intrusive - terribly so, and Steve manhandles you so roughly it makes your tears prick with tears, but it shamefully sends a throbbing to your pussy. You clench your legs together as you take him, choking as he slides in and out of your mouth until you’re a blubbering mess below him, spit and tears painting your cheeks as he fucks your throat relentlessly.
“Who do you belong to?” He grunts out, pulling so hard at your hair your head pulses. Steve’s hips stutter as you choke around him, your eyes doe-like and wide, covered in wet mascara. “Who the fuck do you belong to?”
“Y-you, Steve,” you choke out as he pulls out of your mouth with an uncomfortable POP!, relishing in the breaths he’s allowing you. “I belong to you.”
Steve's cock is so big it's actually painful. Your throat constricts around his cock as he forces your head down again, grumbling out, “I bet that rookie couldn’t treat you like this. I bet he couldn’t fuck you full of his babies like I have, doll.”
You whine beneath him as he continues to use your throat. Steve is driven entirely by his own pleasure, tiring quickly of your pathetic crying around his cock. With angry thrusts of his hips, Steve watched you gag around him, his cock twitching in your throat as you take all of him in; every inch, and his length is actually somewhat visible in your neck. And it’s driving him crazy- so crazy that he can’t hold back anymore, his rough hands grasping at your hair as he finishes, painting your tongue with his cum.
Steve watches as you choke and thrash against him in an attempt to get away, because his cock and his cum is stuffing your mouth in ways it’s never been stuffed before. It’s suffocating you, and blackness pricks at the corner of your vision - you’re just about to pass out before you Steve mercifully pulls his cock out of your mouth with a disgusting squelch and delivers you a hard slap.
The stinging from his hand sends a sheepish insatiable throbbing to your core that you know will never be satisfied. The tingle which tickles your core makes you clench your thighs, knowing no matter how hard you repent, tonight he will not forgive you.
“This throat is mine to use,” he seethes, his tip still leaking as he presses his cock against your cheek, satisfied with the discomfort that flutters throughout your features. “Say it.”
“This throat is yours to use,” your bottom lip quivers, your eyes spilling tears, some of which fall on Steve’s cock. And it’s shameful how wet you are - how the heat between your legs has grown uncomfortable and how you’re certain your pussy is slick with arousal because somehow it’s all you can focus on. You melt into a weeping puddle, your hands tiny compared to Steve’s cock, desperately trying to push his length away during your tantrum.
It doesn’t work. If anything, it makes him much so much harder - his cock throbs against the skin of your face, and you sniffle as he speaks. “Good girl,” Steve’s praises, his fingers curling in your hair, watching as your eyebrows contort in pain as he tugs gentler than you deserve. “Look at your pretty little face. Covered all over with cum and tears.” He coos, smoothing your hair down gently, a soft pang of love throbbing within his heart.
Your face flushes red, and you blink up, your wet, long lashes batting up at him ridiculously. “I’m sorry,” you murmur, your throat incredibly sore from his invasion, your hands desperately clasping at his thighs, and he watches you in amusement, unable to bite back the excitement as you brush your lips over his length meekly. “Please forgive me, Steve, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know if I can, honey,” he tells you, his big hands making gentle, loving motions in your hair. It’s a sharp contrast to the aggressiveness of his touch moments beforehand, but you bask in it nonetheless. “You were flirting with that rookie, baby, you said you wanted to fuck him. How am I supposed to forgive you for that?”
“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck him!” you whine, and Steve shakes his head.
“That’s what I heard, baby.”
You sniffle, and Steve shakes his head. Why do you have to lie to him? He doesn’t like making you upset - he certainly doesn’t like hurting you. His pretty girl, sitting in front of him with raw, red knees and an even rawer throat, whose ass is yet to be spanked until the pain renders you unable to move. He hates it, and he wishes this pain on nobody, especially not his little girl. Steve is meant to protect you, not hurt you. He’s your saviour, the one man in your life you can rely on and trust with all of your secrets, and yet you lie to him, again and again and again.
Steve hates making you upset, but he loves watching you cry. Conflict tugs at him from the inside, his thumb making gentle strokes in your hair as you speak to him. “I’m sorry, I really am,” you finally say, sinking beneath him obediently. “I didn’t mean any of it. It’s - its probably just the hormones.”
Steve hums in agreement. “It probably is, doll, but just in case it isn’t…I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” He sucks in a breath, muttering, “let’s see how sorry you really are, doll.”
It takes everything in Steve not to finish all over again when he pulls you atop of him and you gasp in shock, his big hands forcing your hips down, and before you’re even aware of it, your walls are sheathed around his cock. Tight - so tight, and wet, too: ridiculously so. Shameful squelching sounds flood the living room as Steve fucks up into you with long, even thrusts.
The mewls that escape your throat as your small fingers dig into Steve's frame makes him want to impregnate you al over again. If he could, he would - your pussy is addicting, gripping him just right. You’re like Goldilocks. Your walls are so tight that you're practically milking his cock for his cum -, and he bites your neck slightly as you shake and tremble against him, your first orgasm crashing over you like a wave. Hot flashes come over you as your core tightens, the coil inside of you snapping- your little legs shake and you hold onto Steve for support, who rides you through your orgasm.
“This pussy is mine,” he practically growls, his fingers clawing around your throat, palm splayed against it uncomfortably. You thrash wildly when he squeezes, but Steve doesn’t care: you don’t deserve him, not at all, not one bit - he is Captain America! He can do what he wants!
“This pussy is yours,” you rasp as his cock nestles against the spongy spot inside of your pussy, your hips desperately rolling to get any source of friction. “Please, Steve! It’s all yours! Wanna cum again! Wanna cum!”
As you cry desperately, your frame pressing up against his, Steve grins, thrusting up into you painfully slow. The motion is enough, though. It sends sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine, and your coil tightens - it grows tighter every single time he moves, the brush of his cock against the insanely sensitive spot inside of you making your legs quiver.
“You love it. I know you love it, sweetheart. Being filled with my baby. It makes you real wet, doesn’t it, doll?" His voice is gentle, and he peppers soft kisses against your neck, eradicating the pain he had left behind earlier.
"Mhm. I love it and I love you, Steve," you agree eagerly, your hands digging into his shoulders, your timid body taking every slow, dragged thrust of his. “I’m so close.”
Your whimpers make his cock twitch inside of you. You sound heavenly - angelic, the gentle moans that slip past your lips making him wish he could just give you his baby all over again. And he will, after you’ve had this one - god, he can’t wait to pump you full of his babies again and again and again. Steve's hands grip your hips gently, his eyes fluttering shut as your velvety walls squeeze him again, so soft and perfect, and he lets out a hearty moan which makes the knot inside of you tighten.
"I want it," you whimper, your nose brushing against his, and you gaze up at him through wet lashes. “Please.”
Your begging makes Steve bloom with pride, and at your words, he thrusts up into you harder. It's not long before you're bouncing quickly atop him, mewls and cries of pleasure slipping past your lips. Your curls fall messily in front of your eyes, and he sucks in a breath at the ecstatic state of you: you’re desperate - so close to your edge, again. Your cheeks are warm and messy, and the sounds of slick bouncing off of the living room walls makes you feel more cockdrunk than you already are.
And then you begin to come undone atop of him.
He does, too. Steve loves it. Your velvet walls squeeze him so tightly that you’re milking him - you take in every drop of his cum, and as his hips still inside of you, Steve places gentle kisses against your nose.
Your big, beautiful eyes stare back at him, your hips juddering against his. You pant, your nails digging into his chest as you steady yourself atop of him. For a second, you can’t believe it - you really let Steve use you again.
But he loves you. And then conflict tugs at you all over again, because he is a good guy, incredibly so! He’s Captain America, his job is literally to protect you - and hasn’t he done exactly that? You’re the most protected person in America right now, considering the fact you’re pumped full of his babies.
“Do you trust me, sweetheart?”
You nod. “I- I do, Steve.” Your voice trembles, leaning your body weight against his, unable to hold yourself up.
“Good girl.” He brushes his nose against yours, smiling as you tremble against him. “That’s all you’ll ever have to do.”
As Steve carries you to bed, tucking you in tightly, he smiles down at you. He’s glad he’s finally changed the locks, and he’s glad that you don’t have one of the new keys.
He can keep you here now until he thinks you’re ready to go. Until you’re ready to accept your place as Mrs. America.
What you used to call kidnapping, Steve called assimilation.
You’re not locked in his house, unable to go home, unable to contact any family or friends. No, you’re just in an educational program, learning how to be a perfect housewife. That’s what Steve says, anyway, snickering away to himself as he does.
It’s lonely, and it’s scary. Yet you have nothing to fear, especially when Steve comes home. He wraps you in his arms, engulfing you in his scent, pressing you against his brawny body as though you’re his world. You breathe him in, clutching at him desperately, thankful that he’s coming home safe and sound.
It’s been so long the thought of escaping no longer even brushes your thoughts, but still, Steve wonders if you have realised your place. He can’t risk letting you out if you haven’t - but then again, who would believe you? A pregnant woman whose husband represents all of the stars and stripes?
Still, he can’t help but worry about you. Have you assimilated? Have you learnt? It’s a question that Steve isn’t sure of the answer, but as you curl into his big frame, he believes that you have. Perhaps you’ve finally learnt it’s easier to comply with the Captain’s orders than to defy them.
“How has your day been, Steve?” you ask, nudging your head into the corner of his neck as he presses his palms against your stomach. He’s big and warm, comforting and strong, peppering gentle kisses against your face, praising you for being such a gorgeous girl.
You’re bulging now. Practically ready to give birth at any second. It sends a gentle ache to Steve’s length, his lips pressing lovingly against your stomach. He loves coming home to you. He always has, even when you defied him and cried and begged him to just treat you like a colleague again. It’s selfish - Steve knows it’s selfish - but he just couldn’t ever go back to not knowing you. Now that he has you, he can’t let you go. Ever.
“Work was fine. Buck and I had to do introduction training with some rookies. They didn’t even leave a scratch.” Steve laughs, hooking his fingers in your sweatpants, tugging them down slightly so your entire stomach is on display. “How was your day, mama? Productive?”
It is slightly distracting as Steve kisses your belly. You scrunch your eyebrows in concentration, your fingers resting in his blond locks. “I painted some of the nursery.” You say shyly, face flushing as he begins to murmur sweet nothings to your stomach. “Just did the trims. There was a few deliveries that came, too, but they were too heavy for me to move. Didn’t wanna hurt myself.”
“Good girl.” Steve’s breath fans against your stomach, his head nestling against you, his hands tugging your sweatpants down some more. “I’ll move them after dinner, get ‘em all sorted,” he tells you, eyes eagerly trained in on your panties as your sweatpants drop to the floor.
It takes everything in him not to let an audible groan crawl out of his mouth. The panties you’re wearing are lacy and baby pink - similar to the ones you wore the first time he fucked you, and it sends another terrible ache to his cock. You squeal as Steve presses a soft kiss to your clothed pussy, and he can hear how quickly your heart begins to race in your chest.
“Steve - Steve, stop, I have a question. Steve, it’s serious!” He stops, looking up at you with his big blue eyes which glisten with mischief. You almost don’t want to ask because he seems so giddy - but then you have caught him in a good mood, so you’ll risk it anyway. Your heart tightens in your chest, and your lips set into a frown when you ask, “I was wondering - uh, when I have our baby - could I - could I go back to work?”
Steve reacts like you’ve just slapped him across the face. His smile drops, and his eyebrows furrow. Just when he thinks you've learned, when he thinks he’s finally flushed you out of this ridiculous twenty-first-century feminist bullshit, it drags you back in.
A woman’s place is not at work. It’s in the home.
"Why do you need to work when you have me?" Steve's voice is eerily calm, and his stubble brushes against your inner thigh. You still against him, tense as your fingers stop in his hair, and he can hear your heart gently racing in your chest.
"It's - it's just something I'd like to do. To keep myself occupied."
Steve groans, rubbing his nose into your skin. "You will be occupied, doll. You'll have a baby to raise."
You gnaw at your lip. Steve’s eyes are intense, and he tries not to bark out an order for you to stop. gnawing on your lips. He despises it when you do that. “We could always get a babysitter so I could go back to work,” you suggest, voice faltering when you notice his eyes darken slightly.
"No. It is your job as a mother to look after our children, sweetheart.” He shakes his head. “Besides, I don’t trust anybody else to raise them.”
"Steve-"
"I don't want to talk about this anymore." Steve grunts from below you, his blue eyes darkening as he gazes up at you. "In fact, I don't want this mentioned again - ever - do I make myself clear?"
“Steve-“
“Do I make myself clear?”
You pout, nodding silently, and Steve lets out an exasperated sigh. His cool breath fans against your thigh, and his thumb doesn’t stop brushing your stomach. He wonders where he ever went wrong with you. You’ve been so good recently, and he ponders on why you have to ruin it. Steve thinks you do it on purpose, rile him up as a way to show one last act of fiery defiance.
He’ll be the bigger person today.
“I can work for us. I can provide for us. Your job as my personal assistant is irrelevant now that you’re carrying our baby.” Steve peppers another gentle kiss against your clothed pussy, and you shudder, your eyes fluttering shut slightly as his fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, gently beginning pulling them down. “You’ll have everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything you’ve ever needed. Put your faith in me, doll, that’s all I ask.”
“Okay, Steve.” Your throat feels tight when you swallow, your knees buckling slightly as Steve’s tongue licks a stripe up your pussy. It sends you by surprise - a hot white flash shoots up through your spine as you tighten your grip in his hair.
“You're soaking, doll,” he murmurs as he parts your thighs with his hands, pressing gentle kisses against your heat. It does feel good - Steve's entire focus is you, and he gently rolls his tongue against your nub, circling his tongue from your clit to your hole and then back up to your clit. "Do you just love the thought of having my babies and taking care of them, baby? Does it get you as riled up as it does me?”
It's embarrassing that Steve's words make your pussy throb. It's even more embarrassing that he knows, a satisfied smirk painting his lips as he dips his tongue into your sweet nectar again. His tongue darts around your clit, and your knees wobble slightly at the action, your hands gripping onto him for support. "Roll against my face, baby, it's okay. I know you want to." His words of encouragement make you mewl, and you do just that - roll your hips against his face, your vision going starry as his tongue swirls against your clit perfectly, the stimulation making the knot in your stomach tighten.
"Steve," you whimper out, your eyes fluttering shut as your legs wobble, his large hands coming up to hold them in place. The feeling of his fingers darting across your thighs sends butterflies to your stomach, and you whine as his tongue keeps flicking against you, making sure to hit every angle of yours he knows that you like.
You hate how much he knows you. You hate how he knows that you're about to cum as your legs give way. Steve hums, the vibrations sending shocks to your pussy, your fingers curling in his hair, the grip tight. You see stars, and hot flashes shoot through you - the knot inside of you tightens and tightens until you feel it snap, to which you cry out, flooding Steve's face with your wetness. And he loves it - he fucking loves it, soothing praises escaping his lips as he quite literally licks your clean, his fingers rubbing soft circles on your thighs.
It's terrible how much you ache when he pulls away from you, how much you miss the feeling of his hot breath fanning against your pussy. Steve stands, his head nestling in your neck, his hands rubbing smooth circles against your stomach. You pant against him, still coming down from your high when you hear a timer ding in the distance of your kitchen.
"Dinner's ready," you murmur, looking up at Steve, flushing as his deep blue eyes stare down at you.
"Dessert before dinner. Not my usual go-to," he comments, to which you laugh.
When he enters the kitchen, the table is already set. You both eat with no mention of your old job - it’s like all defiance within you has melted away, opting to believe that Steve is right. Opting to believe that Steve will do right by you.
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