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Highway to Hell (1991) dir. Ate de Jong
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ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: In an effort to get the two of you to bond, Tony Stark sends you and the ex-assassin Bucky Barnes on a road trip together. The problem? You hate each other. The situation? Two weeks in a car together. The reward: three days of a resort vacation. And the problem? He's kinda cute.
Warnings (Entire Series): Enemies-to-lovers, cursing, sexual tension, angst, fluff, crying, fighting, violence, chaos, mentions/talk of trauma, discussions of mental health, and potentially more.
Warnings: Enemies-to-lovers, sexual tension, cursing, arguments.
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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑨𝒊𝒏’𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝑬𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑼𝒔
“It’s just two weeks, Buck. You’ll be fine.” Steve attempts to reassure his best friend, though it doesn’t seem to be working. “She’s really not as bad as you make her out to be.”
Bucky says nothing, rolling his eyes instead. "This whole idea is a waste of time. I'm not going." He grumbled. Stark had the grand idea to send the most incompatible people in the entire Avenger's Compound on a fucking road trip.
"You have to go. Tony said it's non-negotiable. I'm sure she doesn't like the idea either, but there's nothing we can do about it. Just...try and make the best of it."
"That's easy for you to say. You don't have to actually go." Bucky grumbled, stuffing more things into a suitcase. Steve was supposed to be helping, but he was really just there to try and convince Bucky that this was for the greater good, or whatever. Something like that.
This was going to be an insufferably long two weeks.
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"Two weeks and three days. Three days of actual vacation! This is the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard. Nat, you gotta get me out of this." You pleaded with the Avenger.
"Already tried. Tony won't budge." She gave an apologetic shrug. "Maybe you'll find out you share a lot of common interests."
"Right, because me and the ninety-nine year-old man are basically twinsies. Thanks, Nat."
"Maybe you'll just decide to fuck halfway-through." Yelena interrupts. "Like, full-on go at each other. The tension is very strong. Very strong." Her accent is thick as she digs through your closet.
"She's right, I've read too many romance novels to know how this turns out." Kate agrees, judging your shoe collection.
"What? Ew--God, no. That's...so fucking disgusting to think about." You shudder. "He's a total asshole."
"He's not so bad." Yelena shrugged. "Helped take down the Red Room. Good enough for me."
"He can't be that bad, right? I haven't really talked with the guy, but he seems chill." Kate ponders.
"What they mean to say is that it will be fine." Nat attempts to assure you.
"I hate him and I hate everything about it." You rage quietly as Yelena stuffs shampoo and conditioner into your suitcase. You were packing one suitcase and one backpack. Yelena, Kate, and Natasha were supposed to be helping, but they were really just goofing off and occasionally helping you grab something.
"The trip isn't even worth it, anyway. One week of driving to get there, three days of the actual resort, and then a week back. It doesn't make any sense." You tried to reason.
"The whole point of the trip is to get you two to bond. Or at least to not bicker and argue over the comms during missions." Nat rationalized. "It'll not only be good for you two, but for the team as a whole."
You thought for a moment, considering it. You could agree that the idea made sense, but still. He was a dick to you most of the time, so what was the point?
"Fine." You said. "But if he starts shit, I'm not going to let him walk all over me."
Sighing, Natasha nodded.
"If he pisses you off, just kill him--very easy. You know how to do it." Yelena stated ever so casually.
"Yelena!" Kate and Natasha exclaimed at the same time.
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You scowled as you loaded your suitcase and backpack into the backseat of the truck. You even made sure all of your stuff was directly behind the driver's seat. Your seat. You were going to drive.
Bucky Barnes, seemingly getting the message, put his singular suitcase behind the passenger side.
Tony and Steve stood outside the huge garage, watching as the two of you loaded up the truck. Tony had bought the truck a while ago, but he never really ended up driving it often. He thought it would be perfect for this trip.
"Don't die, if you sleep in the car make sure to lock the doors, get a motel when you can, stay safe and have fun, blah blah blah, don't crash my truck." Tony told the two of you. Steve gave him the Eyebrows of Disappointment before turning back to you. "Please don't kill each other. Stay in a motel or something when you can." Steve quickly hugged Bucky goodbye, stepping inside, and you turned to walk to the driver's side.
"What're you doing?" Bucky asked from behind you.
"Getting in the car?" The way he said it annoyed you.
"I'm driving." He declared.
"No you're not. I am. You watched me put my stuff behind the seat--my seat!"
"I am driving the damn car. Move."
"No you are fucking not. Get your ancient ass to the passenger seat." I growl. "Your driving is shit. Move out of the way before I make you." He says, sharp blue eyes glaring straight into yours.
"What're you gonna do? Throw me?"
Without saying a word, he put both of his hands on your biceps, squeezing lightly, before slightly picking you up and moving you to the side. He did it so easily, too. Most likely due to the serum, along with the vibranium arm. You felt the rage seeping into your body, and just before you could throw a punch, Tony called out from the door inside the garage. "Take turns, losers! Jesus Christ."
You both look at him as he says this, before looking back at each other. Shoving him out of the way, you open the truck door. He sticks up both of his middle fingers as he walks around the back of the truck. As you buckle your seatbelt, you consider just backing up the truck as he walked behind it. He wouldn't die. He probably wouldn't even fall over. It could be a total accident. A little oopsie, if you will.
Just before you could ponder the potential attempted murder, Bucky opened the passenger door, hopping into the truck. You plug your phone into the truck, putting on your favorite playlist. The one Bucky hated. It was a very personal 'fuck you' to the Super Soldier sitting next to you. He looked like he wanted to make some kind of comment, but he didn't.
Pulling out of the huge driveway, you knew one thing for sure.
This was going to be a long two weeks.
#mcu#marvel#bucky barnes#marvel mcu#marvel cinematic universe#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky x you#bucky barnes enemies to lovers#james buchanan barnes#Highway to Hell
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Highway to Hell - Shared
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Series summary: A failed mission brought you once again back on earth, a punishment that’s more pleasurable than you'd normally expect punishments to be. Your punishment? Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.
And who were you? Oh, just the devil's child.
A/N: This is a drabble of what would the four men do when they find out you have been dancing among them. Spoiler alert: they decide to share. Applause to the amazing @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates who help me write this series and provide many excellent ideas to put in the fic <333
Pairings: Cop Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Priest Steve Rogers x Reader, Bartender Ari Levinson x Reader, Uncle Curtis Everett x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Gangbang, Dub con, Double Penetration, P in V, Anal, Oral (Male Receiving), Handjob, Unprotected Sex, Age Gap (implied), Power Imbalance, Spanking, Threesome (implied), Overstimulation, Creampie (implied), Cum Play, Dummification (just a little), slightly dark(?
On second thought, you shouldn’t have trusted Steve, who told you he needed to speak to you in somewhere private.
And you trusted him. Following him to where he said it would be “peace and quiet”.
Or else, you wouldn’t be cornered by four fuming men in a hotel room, all knowing that you have slept with them separately, while thinking they must have been your only one.
Who would doubt an innocent girl that did nothing than to accept their “generous” offer?
Lloyd, obviously.
“Smart move, sunshine.” The man with a moustache twitches his lips, far from amused, “Telling us that you are shy and rather we won’t tell anybody? Intimate moves forbidden in public? Too bad your little plan didn’t work out.”
“I didn’t plan anything.” You lie to their faces. While in fact you did, carefully choosing your “target”. Lloyd was the unexpected one of them though, since he asked you to pull over as you should have gotten a speed ticket.
“Public?” Steve grinds his teeth before growling, his temper on the thin line of exploding, “I fucked her right in the church. There were only two of us. But still…” Drawing a cross in front of his chest, Steve murmurs a few prayers silently, regardless of the other three men watching him in curiosity.
Lloyd snaps his head back to you, flashing a wolfish glint in his eyes, “The point is, you made us feel very bad about ourselves, sunshine.”
“Yeah, well, you should be proud of yourselves. I wasn’t planning on expanding the list of the men I’ve slept with.” You snap back.
“And we’re supposed to … what? Gloat?” Curtis casually says, taking off his coat, blocking the window, and probably your only hope of escaping, as Lloyd leans on the door.
“If you don’t like it. Feel free to cancel my monthly subscription.” You retort his sarcasm, crossing your arm in front of your chest.
“Gentlemen,” Ari hums in a low voice so that everyone could pay him some attention. He’s been silent ever since Steve led you into this room, “obviously we need more than a ‘monthly’ drop-by.”
The men nod in unison.
“Although we haven’t clarified the specific terms, I believe we should use her whenever we please. And, of course, as we all agree to, share.” Ari smiles at you, but says the darkest thing you could ever imagine.
This was definitely not part of your plan.
“I’ll ask Jake whether he wants to be part of this.” Curtis throws an icy glare at you, “I doubt he would be a problem though. He has shared with me before.”
Lloyd mutters a “fuck”. While Steve is still mulling over his sin-clarification.
“Shall we start?” Ari is shrugging off his leather jacket as he speaks, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt.
“You can’t-” You cry in panic as the four men close in, surrounding you in the middle, “this is against the law … or something at least.”
“Oh sunshine, I am the law in this town.” Lloyd grabs your chin, his psychopathic grin gives you shivers down to your spine, “and you should be glad we decide to forgive you and share you. Or I could tie you up in my basement and invite my new friends over, occasionally.”
You draw a deep breath.
Tears burning. Your jaw hurting. Your dripping holes spreading wide open for two cocks.
“You like that, don’t you?” Lloyd groans as he squeezes your hand tighter, guiding you to stroke his hard cock.
“Yeah she does.” Steve agrees quietly before you could answer. He knees on the couch to push his cock further in your swollen pussy, “Christ. She’s so tight.”
“Wait till you’ve tried her ass, Priest.” Ari brings his hand firmly down your ass cheek, painting it red – as if it weren’t pink and hand-printed already, “that ass is fucking heaven.” He chuckles darkly, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear, gripping your waist, making sure you are fully seated on his thick member, “or should I say hell?”
Stuffed to the fullest with two cocks in both of your holes, you couldn’t do more than let out a mere whimper.
“Can’t believe I’ve bought her stupid acts.” Curtis spits out through gritted teeth as he feels your throat takes his cock again as far as it could, your whimper vibrates his cock. In return, he tugs your hair without mercy, “all those innocent girly acts. Fuck.”
“We all bought it.” Lloyd eyes Curtis, raising his eyebrows, mocking Curtis, “and speaking from a man that has shared her with his son before, seriously? Innocent?”
Curtis huffs but does not bother to answer.
“My turn.” As Lloyd pulls your hair, and choke you on his cock, leaving Curtis slightly irritated.
You were used by these four men for hours. Each has painted your body, both inside and outside in milky-white substance, bringing you orgasms after orgasms. Your holes red, leaking, and abused.
“No more.” You grip Lloyd’s thigh to keep balance, sniffling when he lets your head go and breathe, battling your eyelashes, but they are heavy with tears that you can’t see his expression, “hurt too much.”
“Heard that?” Lloyd barks out laughter, wiping his cock on your face, leaving traces of your saliva and cum on your rosy cheek, “she said she can’t take it, boys.”
Ari grunts out of disagreement, his fingers dancing around your rim, attempting to squeeze one in alongside his cock, “she was screaming and moaning just fine for hours. Lies.”
“Ari, please,” The helplessness inside you bubbles and fuels to your tears, “I just can’t.”
Steve peppers a trail of kisses down your throat, nibbing your shoulder, while toying with your sensitive clit, “I guess you have to be a strong girl for us then. Don’t you want to be good for all of us, hmm? We’re prepping you. More might join, you know.” He speaks softly, comforting you as always. The panting on the joint between your neck and shoulder increases when your pussy grips him. Still, he mouths your breasts, sucking little red marks on them.
“Steve-” You feel torn apart. The four men bringing you pleasure, but in their own way. As if your body belongs to them separately. And the coil in your stomach threatens to snap with greater pain and pleasure than you could withstand.
A rough hand grips your chin, forcing you to turn the other way.
The hand that has hold you for countless times, on your back with a friendly pat.
Curtis.
“She’s not dumb yet. She can still talk.” Curtis talks about you as if you are an object in front of him, having you clench down your thigh involuntarily. It’s degrading, but it arouses you so much than you should admit. “I’d say she could take more.” The dark brooding man inspects your teary eyes and your cum-stained face, “yeah she’s alright.”
“Heard that, sunshine?” Lloyd taps your forehead with his knuckles, “not brain-dead yet.” He grins, “but it does sound empty, folks.”
Steve wipes the cum from your pussy lips, a mixture of the previous men who has thoroughly used it before he did, onto your soft stomach, which compliments your pretty skin and your cute bellybutton. He smiles warmly, though you are not even certain at this point, “she’s always the smartest. I’d say we work harder to satisfy this little devil, hmm?”
With the element of surprise, Ari starts bouncing you on his dick, shamelessly putting his flexing biceps to use, which earns him a few strangled sounds between cries and moans from you.
He simply shrugs, on receiving three other men’s looks, “I am working.”
And you gulp in fright. When Lloyd, with his sadist grin, taps your lips to open for his heavy cock as you still struggle for air.
This would be the start of some many long nights with men more than you could handle.
Taglist: @rosedpetal @dankoiseori @katcutie @peachlle @mrs-marc-spector
#highway to hell#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers smut#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x you#ari levinson smut#lloyd hansen x reader#lloyd hansen x you#lloyd hansen smut#curtis everett x reader#curtis everett x you#curtis everett smut
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Highway to Hell
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Angus Young, 1979
#angus young#acdc#ac-dc#ac dc#ac/dc#hard rock#rock#blues rock#rock blues#rock music#highway to hell#rock and roll#rock'n'roll#rock 'n' roll#rock n roll#1979#1970s#1970s music#1970s rock#1970's#70's#70's rock#70's music#'70s
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Hannibal highway to hell.
It's just because I love his leather suit. So.. Here we are.
Enjoy.
#hannibal#hannibal lecter#mads mikkelsen#edit#edits#highway to hell#acdc#rock and roll#hannibal nbc#nbc hannibal#mads mikkelsen edit
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AC/DC - Highway to Hell
#AC/DC#Highway To Hell#Highway to Hell#Format:#Vinyl#LP#Album#Released:#1979#Hard Rock#70's hard rock#classic rock#bon scott#bon scott era#australia
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try to get back to the start
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"Keep your excuses to yourself. We don't care. I don't care. You don't care. "
"No one cares. So why care? Thank you."
Highway to Hell (1992) dir. Ate de Jong
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ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ||ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ||
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: In an effort to get the two of you to bond, Tony Stark sends you and the ex-assassin Bucky Barnes on a road trip together. The problem? You hate each other. The situation? Two weeks in a car together. The reward: three days of a resort vacation. And the problem? He's kinda cute.
Warnings (Entire Series): Enemies-to-lovers, cursing, sexual tension, angst, fluff, crying, fighting, violence, chaos, mentions/talk of trauma, discussions of mental health, and potentially more.
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ᴏɴᴇ: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑨𝒊𝒏’𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝑬𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑼𝒔
ᴛᴡᴏ: 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘
ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
ꜰᴏᴜʀ: 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑻𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕
ꜰɪᴠᴇ: 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒆
𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦!
#mcu#marvel#bucky barnes#marvel cinematic universe#marvel mcu#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x you#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes enemies to lovers#bucky x reader#Highway to Hell
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ok i know that good omens is very queen-centric and i, as much of the rest of you want to see of good-old fashioned lover boy is in go2
but hear me out, imagine on the elevator ride with muriel, crowley gets the elevator to start playing highway to hell by ac/dc on the way up (assuming they're taking the elevator up) whilst changing in to his silly little angel outfit
and just like in the background it's like "NO STOP SIGNS, SPEED LIMITS" or like "HAY SATAN/PAYIN' MY DUES" or even 'HEY MAMA/LOOK AT ME/ON MY WAY TO THE PROMISED LAND"
i genuinely think i would die laughing (and feel absolutely bad for muriel bc i be they'd have a terrified face the entire time)
#good omens#good omens 2#anthony janthony crowley#anthony j crowley#muriel good omens#angel crowley#Queen#good old fashioned lover boy#highway to hell#good omens 2 trailer#go2 trailer#go 2 speculation#go2
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Highway to hell - Jake Jensen
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A/N: helloooo! Yes I finally remembered to post this. This is a collection of one shots that @jamneuromain and I thought about and Decided to share with y’all 😋😋 first one shot: Jake Jensen.
Series summary: A failed mission brought you once again back on earth, a punishment that’s more pleasurable than you'd normally expect punishments to be. Your punishment? Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.
And who were you? Oh, just the devil's child.
Pairings: Cousin Jake Jensen x Demon Reader
Warnings: incest, virgin Jake, virginity kink, dub-con?, handjob, cum play, cum eating, cum swallowing, p in v, unprotected sex, needy Jake, touch starved Jake, celibacy club leader Jake (implied younger jake, in my head he’s around 18-so legal age!), Naive Jake, slight mommy kink
After Jake's mother, your aunt, let you in, hearing your explanation about needing Jake's help with your laptop, she pointed you to his room upstairs. Knocking at his door you entered his room, already suspecting him to have his headphones on and not hearing you.
And you were right.
Jake was sitting with his back to the door, completely captivated by some game you didn’t know. He was mumbling something quietly under his breath, not a single real curse word leaving his mouth.
What a good boy he was.
Not for long.
You’d make sure of that.
Walking up to him, you put one of your hands on his shoulders, gently squeezing. “Jakey”, you smiled, the boy immediately took off his headphones and looked up at you. “Oh-hi, what are you doing here?” His question made you bite your bottom lip, while you slowly massaged his shoulder, since your hand was still lingering there. Your cousin seemed to get even more tense, instead of relaxing.
You put your laptop on his desk, opening it. “I just need your help. I know you’re good with computers, so I’ve decided to give it up in your wonderful hands”, you smirked, pulling another chair close to his, already sitting in his space-which you noticed as he blushed a deep red. He seemed focused not to look anywhere besides sometimes in your eyes-but most of the time anywhere but you. Having you so close to him made him nervous. Especially when you leaned down and he could simply look into your shirt, clearly not wearing a bra.
He felt awful for the thought that occurred to him for a moment.
He doesn’t want to sin. Not even through thoughts-which turned out to become harder with your hands massaging his shoulders, slipping for a moment over his chest. When your hands grazed his nipples he jumped lightly, immediately trying to shake off your hands. It wasn’t allowed. He wasn’t allowed to think such things. Especially not with you. He wouldn’t let the devil tempt him. “Okay, so-what’s the problem? With your computer I mean-or-well, laptop”, he cleared his throat. “Oh I’m not sure, I think there is some virus…I’ll show you”, you smiled innocently before turning on your laptop.
As soon as you opened Google many ads opened, all of them with pornographic images. It didn’t surprise you to hear the little gasp escaping Jake's lips. His cheeks were a deep red, while he hastily tried to turn off the ad, but only more started to pop up. “That’s-yeah, some bug-Some-”, he tried to get something coherent out, but no sentence came, instead he just babbled some words, trying to take care of the virus, which you may or may not have got on purpose.
A smirk crept onto your lips, while you slowly leaned closer to Jake, your hand resting on his thigh, rubbing over his tense muscle. “Wow, Jakey, you’re so smart”, you whispered into his ear, observing his hands for a moment, before letting your gaze drop to his crotch. As expected there was the outline of his cock, straining against his sweatpants.
Slowly you started running your hand a bit up, touching the tip of his dick, feeling Jake's whole body jump lightly. “Wait-you-“, he tried to push away your hand, but you didn't let him. “Come on baby cousin, I just wanna thank you, don’t worry your head about that”, you whispered, kissing his throat. A shocked expression hushed over his face, but quickly replaced by one of pleasure.
“But-that’s-that’s wrong. You’re my cousin and-and I’m not-I’m waiting for marriage-the club-I’m the leader of the-” “yeah, I know baby. Celibacy club, but it’s just some little handjob…you’ll like it, trust me. I can’t tell you haven’t been touched before. Your cock is leaking for me. Wants to be touched”, you whispered, before squeezing him a bit more. Jake's leg jumped, his knee hitting the desk. He was so sensitive, how sweet.
“We can’t…”, he mumbled, not very convincing, it even sounded more like a plea not to stop. “Jakey, it’s the same when you touch yourself. A hand doesn’t count…you’ll still be the pretty virgin you’ve always been. Nearly untouched…just got a little taste of pleasure, that’s all”, your hand slowly slid into his sweatpants, stroking over his boxershorts that were already wet from pre cum.
You started stroking him once again, watching his face scrunch up in pleasure. He was still holding your wrist, but he wasn’t pushing you away. Just holding. His grip tight on your hand.
Circling his leaking head with your thumb made him moan quietly, while he slowly started rocking his hips into your palm. “See? It’s nice, isn’t it? I just wanna take care of you, nothing else…we’re family, aren’t we? We care for each other”, you grinned into his throat, slowly kissing his sensitive skin. You felt more pre cum wetting his boxershorts, making you grin to yourself. “It’s wrong…”, he mumbled again, his hips twitching.
“It is, isn’t it? Just as wrong as watching me swim in the pool, watching me in my bikinis…Don’t seem so surprised, you’re not good at hiding your lingering gazes. You’re dirty thoughts written on your face and your tented swimming shorts. How many times have you thought about me, hm? Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?”
Jake whined again, his hand gripping your thigh. “I-I don’t touch myself-it’s-its a sin-“, he mumbled, his face scrunched in pleasure as you slowly stroked his dick, before sliding your hand past the band of his boxershorts. Grabbing his thickness you started stroking him. “No? You’re my little untouched boy, hm? Waited for me to do it? Make you feel good? Make you cum in my hands? Maybe you’d rather have your first orgasm in my mouth? Or would you want to fuck me, hm? Come on sweetheart, don’t think of it as a sin…would a sin feel this good, hm? I don’t think so”, you grinned into his skin, biting gently into his throat.
“It’s no sin…it’s healthy…you need to cum from time to time or you might be in pain…we don’t want that, right? What would you do without me Jakeyboy. You’re lucky you have such a good cousin that will take care of your problem. Teach you what’s right for you”, he whined when your grip tightened, your thumb rubbing his leaking slit. There was already enough precum to squelch with your movements, smooth and quick.
Jake gripped your thigh a bit tighter, his eyes closed, mouth agape.
The more pleasure he was feeling and losing himself, the more you could feel your own chest feeling light. Feeling proud of succeeding with your mission. If it’d be this easy then you’d finish it before you’d start to truly enjoy it.
Wordlessly you pushed his chair back dropping to your knees between his thighs. “I need to thank my little cousin for the help, don’t you think?”, you mumbled, already mouthing on his clothed dick feeling him push into your mouth. A quiet whine escaped his lips. “But-but you’re my cousin-that’s-that's wrong”, his hand found its way in your hair. While he was denying it, he didn’t act on it further. The opposite.
Slowly you pushed down his sweatpants and boxershorts enough for his dick to spring free, slapping against his abdomen and leaving a wet spot on his shirt. A small grin crept onto your lips while you slowly took him in your hand, stroking. “Wait and see till the girls find out about it…everyone will want a taste of this gorgeous dick…too bad it’s all for me”, you kissed his tip, slowly letting your lips and tongue trail down licking to his balls and up again.
His cock twitched, the pre cum slowly leaking down his length. “Doesn’t feel wrong anymore, hm?”, you grinned before sucking at his head, letting him slowly slide a bit in your mouth. When he didn’t answer you let go of him, looking up. (And definitely enjoying his whines in protest.) “I asked you a question.”
Jake's cheeks blushed a deep red when he looked down at you. “Yeah, it’s…it feels good. Really good”, he mumbled in embarrassment, but unintentionally pushing his hips closer to your face. A smirk crept onto your lips, while you slowly leaned back away from him. An unsatisfied grimace crept into his lips having lost all body contact with you. “Don’t pout at me, use your words. What do you want?”, you started stroking over his thighs up to his hips but never truly where he wanted you to touch him.
He pouted at you again, the redness returning to his cheeks. “Just make me feel good… please”, he mumbled, making you grin at the inexperienced young man. “Mmmhh, so polite. Okay, I’ll make you feel good, baby”, you leaned down taking his tip in your mouth and slowly sucking him in, till he sunk in your throat. You hollow your cheeks, moving your head up and down, listening to Jakes moans in pleasure.
When his hips started moving on their own accord and his dock twitched in your mouth you felt him pull at your hair, away from his dick. “Stop-I think-” “Jakey, come on, i know you like it, huh? Don’t you? Just trust me” “Oh-I-yes-This-this feels good-but it’s wrong. Oh holy mother of- wait- wait stop something is wrong-I don’t know what-“ and that’s when he spilled. Hot ropes of cum hitting your face, lips and throat, while you started licking at his head again.
Jakes whole body twitches while he tries to pull away, but you don't let him, tightening your grip around his cock. “Was that your first orgasm, sweetheart? How cute. And it was all for me. It was my orgasm, baby cousin, you’re so so sweet”, you kissed his tip, licking at the leaking slit.
He whined, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated while you still played with his cock, pumping him like you weren’t even near the end. Which was true. You still had planned a lot.
You knew you’d make him do anything you wanted. And you wanted more.
“My sweet cousin, don’t you wanna fuck me? Fuck my tight pussy-you’ve no idea how wet I am right now. All for you sweetheart”, you enjoyed how he was a whining and shaking mess in your palms.
An idea popped in your mind.
One of your hands slit between your thighs, pushing into your naked cunt squelching loudly while you moaned against his cockhead, sucking at it again. Jake looked down at you, moaning when he noticed what you were doing. His mouth agape, eyes on you like you were the most beautiful painting in the world-especially with the cum on your face.
“Open your mouth baby”, you whispered, pulling your slick fingers from your pussy and guiding them to his mouth. Jake’s cheeks immediately blushed, but he opened his mouth unsure. He closed his eyes, tasting you, a rumble escaping his throat.
When he licked away the taste from your fingers he couldn’t stop himself from pulling you onto your feet and pushing against his desk, surprising you when he pushed your legs apart to look at your wet cunt. Within seconds his head disappeared between your legs, licking and slurping at your hole. Both of you moaned, you from pleasure and him from the addicting taste.
He lifted his gaze only for a second, his glasses footed and crooked on his nose before he took them off and threw them aside. “You taste so good”, he mumbled before diving in, again.
The feeling of his tongue sinking into your cunt was incredible. He definitely lacked any kind of rhythm or knowledge, but his eagerness and enthusiasm was enough to make you approach your high. Unintentionally you started moving your hips against his face, quickly putting one of your legs onto his shoulder for better access. With that his tongue dipped in deeper, his nose bumping into your Clit with every movement.
“Oh fuck sweetheart, yes, mommy wants to cum on your face-mark you as mine. Only mine”, you pulled at his hair, pushing his face right against your pussy, not giving a Damn about his need for oxygen. He didn’t seem to mind.
His hands grabbed onto your thighs tightly while he painted into your heat, licking and slurping like a man starved. Your legs started trembling. “Fuck-yes, yes-make mama cum”, a second later your juices hit his tongue, costing his lips and chin in even more wetness. Your mouth opened in a silent moan while you rode out your orgasm.
Without saying another word you pushed him away, ignoring his whines in protest. “Now get the fuck up and fuck me Jakey”, you grinned, turning around and pulling your skirt up, before leaning forward. Your gaze falling into the cross that was hanging at the wall. An even bigger grin crept onto your mouth when you heard some shuffling around and felt Jake's hands on your waist a second later, his tip brushing along your wet folds.
When he finally pushed his tip in you closed your eyes, enjoying how he slowly filled you. Quiet panting came from Jake, while he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, finally having bottomed out. “Oh feels so good-if heaven exists, it feels like this”, he didn’t even mean to whisper it into your ear.
His trusts were a bit sloppy and unsure, but he slowly found a rhythm that worked for him, while you grabbed his hand and pushed it to your clit, showing him how to stimulate it.
And he definitely was a quick learner, already circling your bundle of nerves perfectly. “Oh Jakey, you’re such a good boy”, you moaned quietly, moving back against his hips.
He gasped against your shoulder, his thrust getting harder and quicker, seeking his pleasure when he felt your walls tighten around him, squeezing him, pulling in…Fuck, he felt like never before. This feeling was addicting.
While he still stimulated your clit, his other hand grabbed onto your waist harder, probably leaving marks behind. The idea thrilled him even more, his grip tightening. “Oh god, I’ll come again”, he gasped, kissing along your neck. A smirk crept onto your lips. “I thought you-you shouldn't be using the name of God in vain”, you said between moans, feeling how your pleasure increased.
“I don’t care”, he licked at your earlobe sucking at the skin beneath your ear next. You gasped in pleasure, your head falling back while another orgasm rushed over you. Squeezing around Jake's cock tightly he felt his own high flowing over him, making him spill in your pulsing cunt while you milked the last drop out of him.
Jake leaned more weight onto you, wrapping his arms tightly around you, both of you enjoying the lasting orgasm and warmth. It was nice, feeling his heartbeat against your back, the soft kisses and panting at your shoulders. Jake felt warm and caring. His future woman would be happy with him.
You definitely were, but for other reasons.
Slowly you pushed his arms away, letting him slide out of you. Sighing he dropped back into his chairs, taking one of your hands and pulling you closer, onto his lap. “It was awesome. Can we do it again some time?”, he mumbled, burying his face against the material of your shirt while he hugged you.
“Sure, at some point”, you gave him a gentle kiss on the head before standing up, not wanting to participate in the hug much longer. “I need to get going now, I have-” “fuck, we didn’t use protection”, Jake interrupted you, his gaze falling onto the mess leaking along your inner thigh.
Another grin crept onto your lips, noticing how he watched it rather interested than scared or shocked. You leaned back against the desk, stepping with one foot onto his chair widening your legs a bit further. “I’m on the pill, don’t worry about it…yet you should clean your mess up, Jakey-boy.” You noticed how his cheeks blushed, but he didn’t need any convincing before his head disappeared between your messy thighs.
Moaning you leaned your head back into your neck, the content grin still on your lips, one of your hands stroking Jake's hair while he ate you out, again.
“I’ll make sure hell will have a special place for you.”
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