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Beg Me Nicely

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The Reader inadvertently gets Steve hot and bothered by almost getting into a fight.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: language, alcohol, elevator SMUT, dom!Steve, dirty talk, orgasm stealing, begging, implied further smut

Word Count: 1540

Note: This was supposed to come out last week. Oops. I’m fighting not getting burned out till I can go home for break, so bear with me. Have some Steve Rogers smut in the meantime. Tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy!

Another holiday season. Another one of Tony’s parties.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“I’ve already got one, thanks.” To emphasize your point, you took a sip from your glass, showing off that it was still half full.

The man didn’t take the hint. “That looks like a hard drink for someone as soft as you.” He ran his knuckles up your bare shoulder. “Don’t you’d think you be better off with something sweeter?”

“I’m sweet enough. Excuse me.” You tried to leave, but the man placed his hand on yours over your glass.

With a glare from you, he retracted his touch and held his hands up in defense. “Didn’t mean to offend. But I want to give you a better night than drinking by yourself.”

You sighed. Why wasn’t he going away? “Actually, I’m here with someone.”

He looked around. “Really? Well, it’s their loss for leaving you here all alone.” He leaned close to your ear, grabbing your arm so you couldn’t get away. “I bet they leave you to take care of yourself too. Take what they need and then leave you flat. I could do so much better, baby. Give me a chance.” Then he grabbed your chin and leaned in for a kiss.

Faster than he could open his eyes, you landed a punch to his jaw and grabbed him by the throat, pinning him to the bar.

“Y/N!” Steve rushed up, having finally escaped a ‘Stupid Tony Storytime’ with Rhodey. “Let him go.”

Begrudgingly, you did. The man sputtered and coughed. “Crazy bitch.” Steve caught you around the waist before you could launch at him again. “You might want to keep your girl on a tighter leash.”

“Says the man who wouldn’t take no for an answer,” you growled. Steve pulled you closer to his body. Your breath hitched to feel his hardness straining against his jeans.

“Might I suggest you get lost?”

He looked between you both, then scurried away holding his jaw.

Steve chuckled to watch him go. “Now I know why Bucky was always pissed at me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrugged out of his grip. “I had it under control.” You avoided his gaze, even as he linked his fingers with yours and pulled you out into the hallway.

“Mhmm. And public relations would be giving me another earful.” The elevator dinged as the doors opened. Once inside, he pressed the emergency stop. You flattened yourself against the cold metal walls, admiring the way his arms flexed braced on either side of your head. “Though I have to say,” he glanced down to the bulge in his pants, “you never fail to amaze me.”

Faster than you could blink, his lips were on yours in a scorching kiss. You tried to link your hands around his neck, but he pinned your wrists to the wall. You whined. “Steve-“

“Nuh-uh. After that stunt you pulled, you really think I’m going to let you touch?” With a tilt of his head, you could see how dark his eyes had become. “No.” You shivered with the chaste kiss he pressed to your lips. “You’re going to have to ask forgiveness first.” His nose nuzzled against yours. “Hands on the wall, baby.”

You did as he commanded, rubbing your thighs at what was to come. Steve nudged your stance open with his shoe, giving you a glance that made you whimper. Not yet. He may have been Captain America, but you weren’t going to fold with just a look. A soft whine panted from your lips as he breathed down the curve of your neck. Okay, maybe you could fold a little bit. Your hips jerked as he popped the button on your jeans. With a little more maneuvering, his reach was down your front and two fingers were pressing up and down on top of your panties.

Steve chuckled darkly. “I can already feel how wet you are, baby doll. Do you like the idea of getting fucked in an elevator?” Nodding, you watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips. “I’ll have to keep this in mind for when I want to see how fast you can cum. Get in on the bottom floor, have you moaning and barely standing before we get to our floor near the top.” He slipped his fingers under your panties, just barely curling them. “But how to hide you from other people who might need the lift? Hmm. Any suggestions?” Already, your brain was addled, though you had come up with something. Just as you opened your mouth to answer, he sucked down on your neck and quickened his curling. You squeaked instead. “Another session, perhaps.”

“Please,” you breathed, “Steve-“

“Yes, Y/N?” He leaned back from your neck and watched your hands desperately tap at the wall.

“Let me touch?”

“Not yet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The title gave him pause enough to smile with pride. “Good girl,” he said, tapping your nose before swallowing your following cries with a kiss. While one hand was focused on your sex, the other palmed over your breast. He growled to feel your thin lace through your blouse. Pushing your top fabric up, he groaned and nipped at the swell of your breasts. “Gonna take my time with these later.”

By now, you were clawing at the cold metal. “Steve, let me touch.” Without being able to wait for his reply, you reached forward and ran your hand along the outline of his cock. A second later you realized your mistake. Steve pinned your wrist to the wall, touching his forehead to yours.

He tsked. “What am I going to do with you, Y/N? You think you’re impatient? I should have left Rhodey the second I saw that creep lay an eye on you. Watching him stalk you like an animal made my skin crawl. Then you went and did your thing.” He barked a laugh. “Almost couldn’t make it to the bar since you got me hard just like that.” To prove his point, he moved your hand to his length for just a second, then placed your palm back as it was before. “Leave it there.”

Your attempt to say “yes, Sir,” broke once it hit the air. Steve had renewed the pace of his fingers and his mission to sweetly torture your pulse point. Despite the warning, the chilled, unforgiving elevator wall wasn’t enough to ground you. The lighting zings through your pulse were making it hard to breathe. Or was it Steve’s stifled moans against your skin? Either way, your other hand reached and curled into his hair.

Steve growled. He pressed his body flat against yours, stretching your arms above your head and holding them there. You bit your lip as he rolled his hips into yours.

“That’s two. If you get to three, and I run out of ways to hold you, then I’m just going to grind into that desperate heat of yours till I cum. And you’re just going to have to stand there and take it. No matter how messy you make my jeans. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He gave you another warning roll of his hips, then gripped your wrists in one hand. The other returned to its prior occupation, teasing you and making your body shudder. All under his focused observation.

You were so close. But just as you were seconds from the brink, Steve would change his tactic and revert your pleasure. The jump from one high to the other kept you from taking that last step to release. You knew what you had to do.

“Steve,” you rasped, “let me cum?” You forced your eyes open to look into his heavy blue gaze.

He smirked. “Beg me nicely.” With a cry, you bucked down onto his hand, frustrated that he had slowed down to almost nothing. Steve tilted his head, waiting for you to take that last step.

“Please, Sir. Let me cum! I’m so close, and your fingers are so good. Please. Let me cum on your fingers. Then on your face and on your cock. I need it. I need to give it to you. Please, Steve. Please!”

Steve gave you what you needed, plunging his fingers deep into your slick and his thumb circling your clit. A strangled scream burst past your lips, quickly swallowed up in a kiss. He kept going. Faster and faster until your legs quaked and you feared they would collapse under you. Steve felt you clench in panic and stepped close, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and allowing your hands to fall to his shoulders.

When you couldn’t scream anymore, he withdrew from your pussy. Through half-lidded eyes you watched him suck his fingers clean. Then your jeans were rebuttoned. Your shirt brought down to cover your flushed skin. And then he stepped away like nothing had happened. The elevator dinged as it came back to life.

Had anyone entered, there wouldn’t have been any evidence to what happened except your smeared handprints and your blissfully exhausted expression.

“Recover while you can,” Steve mentioned. “Because I’m not done with you yet. And our floor is only a few seconds away.”

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Found

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Hide n’ Seek takes a hot turn.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: dub-con play (it’s a game, and consensual as set up by a not-included conversation), SMUT, dirty talk, slight bondage, begging, language

Word Count: 1110

Note: Kind of drabble sized but to the point. Tag lists, requests, and general questions open. Enjoy!

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“Y/N.”

The timber of his voice made you shiver.

“I am not a patient man.”

Yeah, right. Former assassin and probably the record holder for longest stake-out, he had all night. You had all night. Or you would have if he wasn’t already in the room.

His boots stepped into view of your hiding place. You held your breath, waiting for them to pass. They moved on.

“Y/N.”

Large hands wrapped around your ankles and tugged you out from under the bed. The room tilted and you found yourself pinned to the bed. Bucky hovered over you and licked his lips hungrily.

“Under the bed, seriously?”

You gulped. “It was the best I could do under the circum-“

He hushed you with a finger over your lips. “No excuses.” His eyes raked over you and your skimpy night-time apparel. A minute later he was making the same observation over your naked form, your clothes haphazardly tossed around the room. When you tried to cover yourself, he pinned your wrists over your head. He rolled his hips, pressing his bulge against your sex and making you moan.  “So, you do what this. I bet if I were to check you right now, you’d be soaking for me already.”

As his hand reached for the juncture of your thighs, you pressed them tightly together. Just because he’d caught you didn’t mean you were going to give up so easily. Bucky leaned close to your face, his eyes dark with so many promises of what he was going to do to you. His nose trailed across your cheekbone. His lips kissed lightly at the underside of your jaw. It was dangerously close to your sweet spot. He kissed around it, chuckling as you squirmed between getting away and trying to urge him to the spot.

“Are you going to play nice,” he whispered, “or am I going to have to take what I want?”

You whimpered and thrust your hips, but adamantly kept your thighs closed.

“Okay then.”

Bucky leaned back and made a show of taking off his belt. Weakly, you fought as he wrapped it around your wrists and attached it to the headboard. His hands trailed down your body. They stopped at your breasts, given them a tight squeeze that made you gasp. Your skin raised with bumps where he ran his fingers lower down your body. Taking hold of your thighs, he forced them apart to reveal your leaking sex.

He laughed. “Oh, yes. Very ready for me.” Your hips bucked as he ran a finger up through your slick. With widening eyes, you watched as he sucked his finger into his mouth for a taste, humming around it. As if greedy for more, he curled two fingers into you. He stroked and curled and thumbed at your clit until you were shaking.

Don’t cum. Not like this.

“Cum for me, baby. I know you can do it.” His hot breath was suddenly next to your ear. “And I know you want to.”

No. No. No.

He frowned as you shook your head. “Suit yourself.” Again, he licked his fingers. “I could taste you all night until you did cum, but something else needs attending to first.” He palmed over his bulge. There was nowhere to go with your wrists tied together, and the sound of his zipper made your chest tighten with your short breaths. He pinned your thighs open, thrusting his cock through your slick in a way that frustrated you to no end.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“What was that?”

What happened to having all night?

He thrust the head into your channel, then returned to torturing you.

Bucky. Bucky happened.

“Please,” you rasped, “please fuck me.”

“That was going to happen anyway, sweetheart.”

He slammed into you, filling you in one breath and shivering with a groan. You screamed as he did that over and over again. The headboard crashed against the wall. The belt was beginning to cut into your wrists. But all you could focus on was the way his pelvis crashing into you and how his thrusts cut through your attempts to breathe. Your name fell like a chant from his lips. A prayer where sometimes he was amused at your attempts to get away, and sometimes where all he could do was sing your praise.

“Taking me so good. Do you feel full? Do you feel how everything in your body sparks when I fuck you?” He twisted and kept going until your screams reached a higher pitch. “I found it,” he chuckled darkly. “And now the real fun begins. Or are you going to cum like a good girl?”

Yes. All of the above.

“No.” You closed your eyes but continued to meet his thrusts. “I don’t feel it.”

“Then I’m not working hard enough.”

Bucky tilted you back, deepening the angle that he could reach inside of you. You shrieked. Your eyes opened just enough to where he could see how they were rolled back in your head. He moved faster. One hand released your thigh and began to play at your clit. Circling it, pinching it. He tried everything he could to make your walls clamp around him. You were so close. And by the way his thrusts were getting sloppy despite their speed, so was he.

“Cum, Y/N. I’ll go all night if I have to. But you will cum.”

You couldn’t fight it anymore. With a shout, you fell apart. Bucky fell forward and fisted at the sheets as he followed you. His body landed on top of yours, sticking and bumping into one another as your chests rushed for oxygen.

You licked your lips while he untied your wrists. “That was-“

“Amazing.”

“Yeah.”

He pulled you to his chest and rubbed your wrists. A few seconds later you both burst into giggles. It had been something random. Something you wanted to do to prove to Bucky that you trusted him. That he could trust you too in that you would tell him if things had gone wrong. Which they hadn’t. You’d talked about it for almost a month before setting a date. Then, like an idiot, you had forgotten until he came home. Still, you weren’t going to argue with the results.

“I’m glad we found something new to do. If you liked it.” You did your best not to tense up in his embrace.

Bucky hummed and circled his thumb on your arm. “I think I did. Though I might need another round to be sure. Maybe where you have to look for me?”

You smiled. “I think that can be arranged.”

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Dangerous

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Prompt: “Could you write me a Prince Devitt fic? All cocky and arrogant he is and really kinky? He meets me at a bar or something like that? 😍” – @florist-laura 

Pairing: Prince Devitt x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: alcohol, language, bad decisions, SMUT, FILTH FILTH FILTH, public fingering, elevator make-out, spanking, name calling, hair pulling, master/sir use, oral (both receiving), orgasm control, begging, choking

Word Count: 2130

Note: Father, forgive us about to sin. Okay, so originally this was a Finn/Balor fic that I could never seem to finish. Thank you so much for sending this prompt in. I finally got to use the darn thing! Having said that, I wrote all of the rest of it in one sitting. Sweetie, this is filthy trash and I hope that’s what you were asking for because here it is. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Have at it!

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 You felt his hand grope your ass.

Within a split second, you had grabbed his wrist and spun it behind him. Before he knew what was happening, you slammed his head into the bar, narrowly missing your glass of whiskey. He fell to the floor with a thud. The man jumped to his feet, fists raised.

You grinned at him. “Are you going to back off, or do you want me to reintroduce you to the floor?”

His face twitched as he growled “bitch” under his breath. But he walked away all the same.

You downed the rest of your drink under the amused eye of the bartender. “What?” you asked.

“Nothing. But a guy in the corner booth is motioning for me to refill your glass.”

“Seriously?” You turned to flip the guy off, but you stopped when you saw who was in the booth. He looked dangerous in the best of ways. Short hair, a scruffy beard that looked like it belonged to Jack the Ripper, and a black leather jacket. One hell of a gorgeous man. Those bright eyes shining from the shadow made your chest tight and your heart thunder in your chest. He lifted his glass in a salute, which you mimicked. You turned back to the bar before you were completely lost.

The refill burned as you took it like a shot. A chaser eased it along.

“Glad to see he got my message,” an accented voice said. The man from the corner stood on your right, filling in where the jerk stood just moments before. “Ya’ve got some style there, miss…?”

“Y/N. Thanks for the drink. And the compliment.”

“Ya deserve many compliments. More than I could give ‘n a lifetime.” He glanced away and ran his fingers through his hair. “Yer prob’ly not drunk enough for such lines. Or for hearin’ any more after that last prick.”

You smiled and looked at your glass, running your finger around the rim. “But you aren’t being a prick about it. Mr…?”

“Devitt. Prince Devitt.”

You snorted. “Prince? Started out on the top of the food chain early, huh?”

He barked a laugh. “I’m the best. The only way I could ‘ave started was at ta top.” Before you could say another word, he laid his hand on top of yours. “Come sit wit’ me.” An order. One you gladly followed when he reached over the bar and grabbed a bottle of anything and two glasses.

It was half empty in a blink. It was going to be a bitch in the morning, but for the moment your skin was alive. Prince’s cheeks had a rosy glow to them that was almost cute, except for the way his eyes were o clear over them. Always looking at you. Your chest. Skimming your form. Your lips. Glaring at any man who dared look at you on the way by. His hand rested on your thigh dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. When you wanted it the most, he reached a finger to the seam of your jeans and pressed. You swallowed. Anything was better than moaning, even in such a deafening place as that. If he kept going, there was going to be trouble hiding your expressions. Already several people kept looking over.

“So, this is what you were holding out for?” The jerk from earlier stumbled up to the table. “You’re better off hooking up with someone else, dude. Paid the chic a compliment and she tried to slug me.”

Prince growled. “She did slug ya. And a slap on the ass is ‘ardly a compliment.” His face darkened as the man chuckled.

“Really? And flowers are more your style? Then you’re in the wrong place. This bar is for men who can take what they want.” His hand gripped your forearm as he began to drag you out of the booth.

You heard it before you saw it. The jerk was holding his face from the floor. His face looked like it was drunkenly trying to consider the existence of de ja vu. Prince’s shadow hovered over him like a foreboding hurricane. Right now he was in the eye, but here in a second, he was going to get hit with part two. Prince lifted the guy off the floor.

“No.” You stood and caught his arm. “Not worth the trouble. He’s too drunk and stupid.”

The jerk fell with a thud as Prince let go. You felt an arm around your waist and left with it. “We’re goin’ ta my place. I’m gonna to really show ya what a real man is. An’ take what I want in a way that’s gonna make you scream.”

You hummed. “Promises, promises.”

***

It started in the elevator. Other people got in a level after you, which seemed to irk him but not enough to stop him. He stood directly behind you and tightened his hands on your waist.

“Ya know why that prick was never gonna get ya?” He nipped at the shell of your ear and whispered, “yer too much for ‘im. I could see it soon as I saw ya. Ya wanna be throuwn around and given it rough. I’m gonna make ya drip before we make it to ma door.” The longer he talked the thicker his accent became. And the tighter you pressed your thighs together. “I’m right, aren’t I? Yer wet already.”

Since you were in the back of the elevator, everyone was looking at the doors. He popped your button and shoved his hand down the front of your jeans. You gave a jolt and his arm constricted around you. It was a fight to keep your breathing quiet and your eyes forward. Prince curled a finger into your slick and hummed into the back of your throat.

“I’m gonna love cummin’ in this tight cunt.” Twisting his head, he used his nose to push your head to one side. He bit down at your neck. “Gonna love markin’ ya. Makin’ ya mine.” He pulled away as the elevator emptied. You could feel the teeth of his smile on your skin as no one else got on. “Here we go.”

You gasped as he turned you around and slammed your back into the wall. His lips attacked your jaw’s underside. His hands reached up under your shirt and pinched at your breasts through your bra. Like any good woman, your mind latched onto the hot bulge pressed into your crotch. You reached for it, only to find your hands pinned above your head as Prince continued to ravage your chest and throat with kisses, bites, and a possessive licking across your collarbone.

The doors dinged. Prince was calm, borderline stoic, as they opened to his floor. You, on the other hand, looked fucked ten ways to Sunday. And he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

He dragged you down to his door, pinning you to the inside of it and fumbling to lock it. You rushed to remove your clothes before he could rip them. With a smirk, he stood still as you sank to your knees to undo his belt and pull down his pants. His length bobbed in your face, distracting you as you helped him step out of his clothes. You yelped as he tugged you to your feet by your hair straight into a teeth-gnashing kiss. He reached behind and grabbed at your ass.

“Hmhmm,” he chuckled. “ya got a great ass.”

You gasped as his nails clawed at your lower back. “Is that supposed to be a step up from the guy at the bar? I have to say… I’m not impressed.”

“You will be.”

Grabbing the back of your neck, he guided you over to the kitchen table. The wood was cool against the flush of your body. You yelped as Prince slapped your ass. Soon there was a matching handprint on your other cheek. It stung when he gripped the globes of your ass and parted your cheeks. He groaned in approval and gave you a series of lighter swats so he could watch your pussy clench.

“Yer such a slut, aren’t ya?”

“Yes, sir.”

Prince paused. “I like that. Let’s take it up one more step.”

“Master?”

“Good girl.” He leaned down and kissed the base of your spine. “Ya gonna be loud, yeah? Gonna tell tha whole fookin’ floor who’s fookin’ ya.” He slapped the back of your thigh. “Right?”

“Yes, Master.”

Prince kneeled and bit at your ass cheek in a place he hadn’t hit. “Good girl.” He sucked harshly at your leaking pussy, making you cry out. Setting a ruthless pace, he shoved two fingers past your lips and scissor them open. With a shout, you grabbed the sides of the table. The speed and force of it all took your breath away. Your walls tightened around his fingers. Then he pulled away with a smirk you could hear.

“Oh, cailín leanbh,” he cackled, “ya thought I was goin’ ta give it to ya that easily?” His voice was suddenly at your ear. “Yer not cumin’ till I says so.” Again he took hold of your hair and pulled you to your feet. “Now get down there and suck like the little slut coileach ya are. No hands.”

The floor bit at your knees as he shoved you to the floor. Whatever pleasure you had been experiencing had fed into making his head an angry red that matched the bright handprints on your ass. You placed your hands on his thighs and messily kissed your way up his cock. His grip tightened in your hair as you laved around the head. Taking him into your mouth, you sucked and hollowed your cheeks. Prince threw his head back while his thighs tensed.

“That’s it. Good girl. Such a great mout’. Suckin’ me dow’n like the proud slut ya are. Gunna fook yer mouth, cailín leanbh. Gonna fook yer t’roat till yer beggin’ me to cum.”

You bobbed faster. Your nails dug into his skin as he placed both hands on your head and held it steady as he took over. His moans and whines were the only thing helping you to focus on breathing. Your kees hurt, your ass stung, and your pussy was dripping and unattended. You needed him to cum. Then, maybe, he would let you cum too. He gave a strangled cry as you choked a bit.

“Oh, Y/N,” he hauled you to your feet again and crashed his lips to yours. You fumbled not to fall backward, but he pushed you back onto the table. Prince kissed up your stomach to your breats where he bit at your nipples. “Beg for it, Y/N. I can last all night or finish on ya face. Neith’r helps you. So, beg for it.”

Whimpering softly, you tried. “Please. Please, Master, let me cum.” He bit harsher at the side of your breast. You weren’t loud enough. And his cock was so close you could feel the heat of it. He slapped lightly at your pussy making you screech. “Please! Master. Make me cum. I need you. Your cock. Need it. Please.” You stopped as a hand came to rest on your throat.

Prince teased his head at your entrance. “That’s all I needed ta hear.”

Your body quaked as he sheathed in one hard push. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was pulling your hips to his thrusts, leaving you with nothing to do but survive the ride. Bruises were surely going to cover your body tomorrow, and you didn’t care. And there was no chance of you being able to walk tomorrow. You didn’t care about that either. What you cared about was how Prince’s cock was spearing into each and every one of your sensitive places, known and formerly unknown.

“Prince,” you rasped.

“That’s it, Y/N. Cum on Master’s cock. Cum!” He pinned one of your legs back and thumbed harshly over your clit until your vision whited out. Vaguely you could hear screaming. It must have been you. Your walls fluttered as hot cum coated them. Prince’s wrecked voice hissed into your skin as he fell forward.

What a wonderful way to die.

“Y/N? Ya still alive?”

Honestly? Barely. You were probably dangerously close to passing out. “I’m just… perfect,” you answered with a sigh.

“Well, yer ruined for anyone else now. No one is gonna be able to fook you like I just did.” In the only moment of tenderness he’d shown all night, Prince lifted you into his arms and carried you towards your bedroom. You laid your head on his chest and he chuckled. “What? Did ya think I was done with ya?”

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A Reflection of Us

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The reader gets a slight injury in a match. Roman takes his time making sure the reader is safe but very satisfied.

Pairing: Dom-ish!Roman Reigns x Wrestler!Wife!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, SMUT, dirty talk, slight bondage, begging, Roman being a teasing little shit, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 2230

Note: This came out way dirtier than I was anticipating. Thus, why it took over three months to write. Have fun babes; reactions greatly appreciated. Tag lists and requests open, as always. Enjoy!

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Picture used with permission from @hardykat (this post)

It was a test match. The McMahons wanted to see if the universe would like more coed matches, and you and Roman were the test. They’d given you both a heads up, so you’d added weight training to your routine on top of sparing with Sheamus. So far it was doing you good. Your usual speed was keeping Roman on his toes, and it looked like you were wearing him down.

That was not the case.

Roman was a better actor than people gave him credit for. One second you were steady on your feet about to jump, the next you were flying through the air. You landed hard on your back, though you were able to sweep Roman’s feet out from under him. Holding his ankles in a lock, pain blossomed in your spine.

“I need you to spear me,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I need you to spear me. Got something to pop back into place.”

Roman squinted at you but eventually made it to his feet. He positioned himself in the opposite corner, waiting for you to get into position. He roared. You staggered towards him, turning at the last second. Right before the count of three you contorted out of the pin and felt your spine crack back into alignment.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

The match went on. You were also taking the chance to tease Roman in the ring. At one point you nose-booped him and rolled out of the ring. He looked at you with an expression between ‘you’re going to pay for that’ and ‘just wait until I get you in my bed.’ Either way, your skin buzzed with the possibilities.

You lost in the end, but Roman tugged you to your feet for a handshake. “You’re gonna get checked out, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a chiropractor appointment tomorrow already.”

Backstage, Renee was waiting for you. “Y/N, you lost your match with Roman Reigns, but you don’t seem too upset.”

“No. That was a hell of a match if I say so myself. I’d do that again.”

“You don’t feel any apprehension?”

“Apprehension? No. I’m totally going to be sore in the morning, but it’s worth it.” You thanked her and left to change out. You met with a few other people before heading to the garage.

Roman met you at the car. He took your bags and opened your door. A few minutes down the road he brought up the inevitable. “How’s your back?”

“It’s fine. I talked to a trainer and he’s going to give the chiropractor some other places to touch on. Then I’m going to see a muscle stretcher a few times over the next month to make sure my muscles don’t pull my newly popped bones out of place. Nothing to worry about.”

He whistled. “You can’t scare me like that, baby girl.”

You bit your lip. Reaching out, you ran your hand down his thigh. Roman smiled, but he moved your hand to your lap and changed the subject. As far as you could see, that was the only touching you were going to get. He was always gentle with you, no matter how small the injury was. Even if you didn’t count this as an injury.

When you came out of the bathroom at the hotel, Roman was shirtless in his briefs and sitting against the headboard. He motioned you over. You tried to straddle his hips, but he turned you around to sit between his legs with your back against his chest. That’s when you saw the mirror. It was on the far wall, as wide as the bed, and inspiring.

“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” he rumbled. “You are not going to move. You are not going to touch. And you are going to cum when I say. Which is anytime. Got it?” He watched you nod in the glass. “Let’s try that again, ‘cause I am going to hear you one way or another.” He kissed your temple as you squeaked out something like a yes. “Good.”

Your breathing started to come out in short bursts as Roman slid his large hands up your sides and removed your shirt. They covered your upper chest almost entirely. He breathed deeply and kissed the juncture of your neck, guiding you to relax into him. His hands were warm, even compared to your flushed skin. He kneaded your breasts while sucking a light mark into your neck. You gave a soft whimper when he thumbed your nipples to attention.

Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.

Your nails raked long thin welts into the tops of his thighs. More than anything your body wanted to buck and grind against the sheets for some relief.

“You doing okay, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good.” Roman kissed the back of your neck and directed your attention to the mirror. “Look at you. Already strung out and I’ve barely gotten started.” One of his hands dipped lower on your stomach, stopping just above your sleeping shorts. “I bet if I were to check, you’d be dripping already.”

With a whine, you nodded. Your hands twitched and moved from his thighs to yours.

“No touching.” He nipped at your ear and moved your hands back to their original place. “If you can’t behave, I’ve got ways to make you.” His chuckle rumbled against your back. Then his hands were on your chest again, pinching and playing you higher and higher. In the mirror, his eyes latched onto yours. In the shadow you cast over his face, you could just make out a smirk. “You’re doing so good,” he hummed. “Staying still like a good girl. Though I can feel how much you want to move. To close those pretty legs or touch what I’m in control of. You know what would happen if you did any of those things?”

You moaned as his hands slid down your body and came to rest on the inside of your thighs. Oh no, he wouldn’t be so cruel. Right?

“Then this,” he ran a finger up the outside of your shorts, “wouldn’t get touched at all tonight. And you would have to be content to cum just because I’m playing with these perfect tits.” His hands were suddenly back on your breasts, pinching the nipples harder than before. Your legs shivered closed but Roman hooked your ankles under his and dragged them back open. “That’s two, Y/N.”

“Roman, please.” Your head lolled back to lay against his shoulder. You closed your eyes as he ghosted across your sensitive skin. Without thinking, you placed your hands on his and tried to guide them lower.

“That’s three.”

Fuck.

Roman leaned towards the side table and came back with one of your scarves. He held your wrists in front of you, tying them together. When they were secure, he pulled your arms back until your wrists were behind his neck. He caught your gaze in the mirror again, rubbing his scruff against your cheek.

“We’re going to try this one more time. Don’t move. But… you can beg all you like, baby girl.”

He started over. Teasing you with barely-there touches, then with rough squeezes that made you gasp. But you didn’t move. He hummed at your sounds, rewarding you with more of whatever you needed except where you needed it the most. You bit your lip and focused on not letting your back arch. Roman teased one hand further down your stomach.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please let me cum.”

“Nobody’s stopping you.” Roman smirked at your desperate face. “What can I do to help you, Y/N?”

“Touch me.”

“But I am.” To emphasize this, he gave your breast a tight squeeze and gave your shoulder and open-mouthed kiss. “Or did you mean down here?” The hand on your stomach dipped lower to cup your sex, making you jolt. “I thought we talked about this?”

Your mind raced. If you bucked down towards his hand he would make sure you went to bed needy. So your body settled with vibrating with desire. You would have to convince him. “But you love watching me when I cum. You set up the mirror and everything.” You whimpered as he rolled your peaks between his fingers. “I’m so close. Please, Roman. Make me cum. I’ll be good, just stop teasing. Please.” The flame in your belly intensified. Roman’s hand moved under your shorts and curled a finger into your heat. “Like that. Yes. Please, Roman. Feels so good.” Your mouth fell open, unable to form more words.

Roman watched you in the mirror as your eyes fluttered and your body shifted between rigid and limp. “Cum for me. That’s it.” He curled and uncurled, giving you just enough simulation to build with the continuous movements on your breasts to send you over. Your fingers curled into his hair and tugged. He grunted and nipped at your skin in return. “That’s my baby girl. Look at you. Breathless and relaxed. Makes me wonder if you could handle that second round I had planned.”

“Yes,” you pleaded. “I can handle it. Please, Roman?”

“Okay, okay. Just a minute.” Roman unhooked your arms from his neck and released you from the scarf. He massaged your shoulders, rubbing back in feeling you hadn’t realized you had lost. Then he maneuvered out from behind you. He guided you to lay sideways across the end of the bed.

“Wha-“

“Just a second.” He hooked his fingers under the bands of your shorts and bottoms and pulled them down your legs. Then he kneeled and breathed warm air on your soaked folds. You let out a long, low moan as he flattened his tongue against you. One hand he spread across your stomach, making sure you still wouldn’t move. The other he hooked under your ass and lifting you up closer to his face. His slurps and hums were desperate. Like he had been starving for you.  

“So good, Ro. Don’t stop.”

Your hands gripped the sheets. You were almost afraid you’d rip them… but there were a lot more important things on your mind at the moment. Like how Roman had shifted his grip on you so his thumb could circle over your clit. Without warning, he sucked hard on your clit.

Don’t arch. Don’t touch. Don’t move.

You couldn’t help but weave your fingers into his hair. Roman didn’t reprimand you. He was too busy shifting again to curl two fingers into you. The need for release built up quickly. His scruff made your inner thighs burn. Your thighs quaked and your breath hesitated in your throat.

“Roman…”

“Cum, Y/N. Come on, baby girl.”

Your toes curled, and your thighs clamped around Roman’s head. His name burst from your lips in a screech. You did your best to catch your breath as he rubbed your thighs until you could relax back into the sheet. He stood but you grabbed at him.

“What about you?” you said with a pout.

“I’ll be fine.”

You reached up and rubbed your hand over his hard length showing prominently through his briefs. “No, you won’t. I can handle it.” You gave him your best puppy eyes. “Please?”

Roman chuckled. “Okay. Roll over, baby girl. It isn’t going to take much.” He helped you onto your stomach and ran his hands up either side of your spine. You watched his movements in the mirror. It made your heart swell to see how gentle was with you. His hands spread your ass cheeks wide. You clenched as his finger trailed up your slick. “Gonna make you scream. You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

“Try again.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Slowly and torturously he teased his head at your slit and worked in inch by eye-crossing inch. You sighed as his warm hand pressed lightly across the small of your back. The other curled under your stomach and lifted you up to your knees. You clenched around him, letting him know when you were adjusted. In the mirror, you saw his eyes close and his head tilt back. You could hear how strained his voice was as he moaned above you. Slow. Targeting. Each thrust had a purpose and each made you yelp. And cry out. And yes, scream. And you could tell he was holding back.

“Tell me you’re close, baby.”

“Yes. Cum, Roman. Ro-“ Words failed you as Roman reached once again for your clit. You came with a hoarse cry, collapsing forward.

Roman pulled out and covered your back with his cum. His muscles flexed all over his body, shiny in the reflection with a thin sheen of sweat. He braced on the bed on either side of your hips to catch his breath.

You blinked in and out of exhaustion. He left and came back with a damp towel and cleaned you off. You sighed as he gave you a little massage. The world shifted as he picked you up to move you back to the pillows. He crawled in behind you and pulled the sheets over you. His arm rested on your hip, rubbing his thumb across your skin.

“When you get back from the doc tomorrow, we’re going to check how well they did. Make sure those muscles are really worked out.”

You looked towards the mirror. Even the reflection couldn’t do justice to how excited you were.

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Tell Me

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Tell Me

Prompt: “Could you do degrading AJ?”

Pairing: AJ Styles x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: name-calling (slut and the like), SMUT, spanking, hair pulling, begging, orgasm control

Word Count: 1540

Note: I hope this what you wanted, anon. It took me a minute to get the writing ball rolling, but then it tumbled down a mountain and this was at the bottom. Super smutty. My requests are still open, and all my tag lists. Have fun reading!

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you sneakin’ out?” AJ slammed the door behind him and threw the keys into the bowl, uncaring when they flew out from the force. “I couldn’t find you after the show and thought the worst.”

You dropped your purse on a surface. “It was just drinks with the ladies. It had been a while.”

“Y’all went out last week. And you were just with them.”

“Yeah, at work! When football season hits we’ll have all your friends here on Friday and Sunday nights for months. People that you also see on Tuesdays. How is this any different?”

“Fine. But could you at least not dress like that?”

“Like what?” You twirled in your favorite little black dress, the backless one with red tulle underneath. “These are clothes approved by you.”

“Yeah, for me only. You know I don’t like it when other guys can look at you and… daydream. You’re my daydream.”

“You’re right. I do know.”

“So, you’re goin’ to stop sneakin’ out?”

“No. It means I’m going to do more not to get caught.” You tried to walk past him, but he blocked your path.

“Y/N stop acting like a child.”

“Me?” You crossed your arms with a huff. “You’re the one using the same argument we had all through high school. And Japan. You knew how much time I want to spend with my friends when you married me. AJ, honey, I love you. But you are such an asshole sometimes.”

“I can’t help it if you dress like a slut all the time.”

You raised your hand to slap him, but he caught your wrist. The pictures on the wall behind you rattled as he slammed you into it, his other hand forceful on your stomach. His eyes were bright and his breath was hot on your neck. You shivered as he leaned close, pressing his body to yours.

“You want to try that again, sweetheart?”

AJ let go of your wrist and took a step back. You gave him a weak shove and tried to walk away, but his arms caught around your waist. When you attempted to elbow his ribs, he adjusted to pin down your arms. He walked you forward to the couch and tilted you over the armrest. With one hand, he restricted you from fighting back. In your struggle, your skirt flew up over your ass. AJ gasped when he saw your red lacy underwear. He made them snap against your skin.

“And I thought we agreed these were never to leave the house, hmm?” The playful growl in his voice made you squeeze your thighs together. He kicked your stance back open, ignoring how difficult it was to stand in heels. “Y/N.”

Your mouth suddenly dry, you tried one more time to wriggle out of his grasp. He pressed close behind you, thrusting his crotch into your backside. It made you shiver to feel how hard he was. “AJ,” you moaned. You yelped as he slapped your ass. “I’m sorry.”

“Yes. You are going to be.” He gripped at the globes of your ass. “Hmm, do I want you to count tonight. Or do I want you to beg?” You waited on baited breath for him to answer his own question. You jumped as he ran his fingernails over your exposed skin. “Begging. Nice and loud sweetheart.” He gave you a test slap, one that wouldn’t even redden your skin.

“More,” you whimpered. He slapped you again, harder. “Yes, please, more.” There were two quick slaps, one to each side. Your knees almost buckled. But then, that was probably why he had leaned you over the armrest. “Just like that.”

AJ slid your lace off your hips and let you step out of it. Then he continued. It was only another two rounds or so, but your voice was already hoarse and your skin was on fire. You wobbled on your heels until AJ had you take those off, which made you more reliant on his grip on your wrists for balance. AJ spread your cheeks for a peek. “Well, well,” he chuckled. He teased two fingers towards your heat. “What do we have here? Does my little slut like being punished? Maybe we should do it all night.”

“No. AJ. Need you. Please.”

“Now you need me. Maybe I don’t need you.” He thrust his length into your sensitive sex again. “Maybe I’ll take care of this myself.”

You fell forward, shaking your head. You didn’t like that idea at all. A hand twisted into your hair and tugged your face back up.

“Is that what you want? I could always repeat what we did that one time. Tied you to the chair and made you watch while I jerked myself off. My personal whore didn’t get anything, didn’t deserve or earn a single drop.” He turned you around to sit on the edge. “Tell me. What do you think I should do?”

Desperately, you wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t do that again. Not tonight. Touch me. Love me. Use me. Please.”

He silenced you with a kiss that made your teeth clack together. He bruised your lips, nipped at them, and dominated your mouth with his tongue. All the while he directed you to walk towards your room. When the bed finally bumped into the back of your legs, he stepped back, breathless just as much as you.

“If that dress isn’t gone in two seconds I’m going to rip it off.”

You slid it off as quickly as you could, then moved to sink to your knees. AJ caught you and pushed you onto the bed. He stripped and crawled over you. His thighs pinned your arms to your sides while his length bobbed in front of your face. You yelped as he roughly kneaded your breasts. He pinched your nipples into throbbing peaks. He noticed your gaze following his cock.

“You want it? Want to be my cock slut?”

“Yes, AJ,“ you dutifully opened your mouth.

He teased the head around your lips before shoving it past them. Using hollowing and sucking, you worked quickly. You ravished in the weight of his weight on your tongue. It was probably going to cost you, but you hesitantly used teeth in the way you knew would make him… yes. Would make him moan and growl just like that. His breathing was starting to come out in bursts. Given another minute or two, he would cum. You whined as he pulled away and crawled down your body.

“Oh, no. Not going to give it to you that easily.” He took a deep breath. “Open your legs, Y/N.”

You complied.

With a nod, he smiled. “There it is. The best way to make sure you pay attention. That gorgeous dripping pussy.” He reached forward and curled two fingers into your heat, rapidly pumping them. He snickered as you mewled. “So easy to play you. Make you sing and whimper and make every sound under the sky. And only I can make you do this.”

You cried out as the rush of pleasure was about to overtake you. AJ pulled away and slapped your lips. He positioned himself between your legs and pulled one of your knees over his shoulder. He sheathed in one go, pushing all the air out of your body. His body shivered as your walls rushed to adjust. Taking another second, he pulled almost completely out and slammed back in. You screamed. It broke apart each time he repeated the action.

AJ growled. “You’re mine. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. Oh,” you panted, “I’m only yours.”

“Tell me, who do you belong to?”

“You. You, AJ.”

“Damn right you do.”

He reached forward and dipped his thumb in your leaking juices. He spread them harshly on your clit. He chuckled as your eyes crossed before squinting shut. The snapping of your hips rattled your whole body. Your thighs began to quiver, waiting for him to tell you could let go.

“If you want to cum, Y/N, you better do it soon. ‘Cause when I cum, I’m done. So get there.”

That was all the invitation you needed. You met him thrust for thrust and toyed with your breasts. Your body went rigid as you came, whiting out your vision. AJ fucked you through it. His eventual release made your walls clamp down again, milking his cock. He fell forward and steadied himself on his forearms. You laid boneless under him.

A minute later he had a cup of cool water at your lips and didn’t leave until it was empty. He cleaned you up and pulled the covers over you both as he slid in next to you. You curled towards his chest, humming as he stroked your hair. His chest heaved like it did when he was trying to say something.

“We can talk about this more in the morning, but… in the future… just, talk to me. Tell me when you’re going out. Please, don’t scare me like that.” He hugged you close, gripping you like you would turn to dust if he let go.

“I will.” You yawned and snuggled into his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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Dirty Lips

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When Y/N introduces a swear jar to the team, Steve takes it upon himself to fill it all by himself.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, smut, oral (Male receiving), begging, name calling

Word Count: ~1700

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Natasha giggled when she walked into the room and saw you surrounded by craft supplies. “How’s the project going?”

“Fine,” you answered, focusing on measuring a length of ribbon. “It’s almost done.” With a flick of your wrist, you wrapped it around the jar you painted and tied it into a bow. “There.” You marched into the common room where the rest of the team was relaxing after dinner.

Well. “Relaxing” is relative. Clint and Thor were engrossed in a video game while Tony was “upgrading” their VR system. Rhodey was watching him and shaking his head, hiding a tool behind his back. Banner sat in a corner reading. Sam and Bucky were laughing with Steve over stories.

Wanda looked up from her conversation with Vision and grinned. “What do you have there, Y/N?”

Natasha answered for you. “A swear jar.”

All activity in the room ceased. Your cheeks warmed up as the team looked between you and the bright pink jar with purple ribbon.

“Aw, come on! We’ll all be broke before we get through a mission,” Clint whined. He wasn’t actually that bad unless Tony did something incredibly annoying. Which was often.

“There are options. I’m still making up the list, but common words are twenty-five cents, bad ones are fifty, and really bad ones are a dollar. Alternately, you can keep a subscription for two dollars a day and continue as you do. If you feel like you are starting to swear less, due to cost, then you can cancel and pay as needed. Proceeds will be donated to a center voted on by the team. The idea is to calm the language down enough so you don’t have to work hard not to cuss during interviews and debriefings to governmental officials.”

“Some of those bastards need to hear it,” Tony mumbled.

“That will be fifty cents, Mr. Stark.”

Steve coughed to keep from laughing. At the same time, he made eye contact with you and motioned you to the bar. You left Nat to deal with Tony and collect the first installment to the jar. Steve leaned against the bar, watching as you started to sway your hips a little more. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he brought his attention back to your eyes.

“And what kind of walk was that, Agent Y/L/N?”

You hooked a finger into one of his belt loops, using it to pull yourself closer to him. “The right kind I hope.” You bit your bottom lip as Steve arched his eyebrow. A giggle escaped as he slid an arm around your waist and led you to the elevator. He descended on your lips as soon as the doors closed.

“Do I… still have… to… pay… after we have… sex?” he asked between breaths.

“Yes.” You knew what was coming. In front of the team, he barely let anything slip. In the bedroom… maybe starting a jar just for the two of you wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Date night funding.

You squealed as Steve hoisted you over his shoulder to carry you to his room. He locked the door behind him before dropping you on the bed. You laughed as you bounced. He pulled off his shirt and dropped his jeans before crawling over you. Cool air hit your skin as he dragged your top over your head and then pulled down your sweatpants. You failed to hide a smirk as he gasped at the sight of your matching red lacy set. It was no coincidence that you’d finished the jar today.

“Fuck.”

“That will be fifty cents.”

“Like hell it will.” Steve leaned down closer to your face, stopping just before your noses touched. “I plan to fill that jar in one night. But first, how about I fill that smart mouth of yours?” You nodded and wiggled your way to sit up against the headboard. Steve followed you after kicking off his boxers. With the way his length bobbed in front of your face, you weren’t sure if your face or sex felt more flushed. You reached out, but he caught your wrists and held them as he braced himself on the headboard. “Open,” he commanded.

You parted your lips and stuck out your tongue. A soft sigh bubbled up as you wrapped your lips around his cock. You twirled your tongue over and under his head, relishing in the taste of him and his precum.

“Such a good little cock whore, aren’t you Y/N?”

You answered by pulling him further down your throat. You bobbed up and down, going further and further till he bumped the back of your throat. Steve growled and clenched everything to keep from thrusting into your mouth. The game began anew of who could hold out the longest. With your hands above your head, you couldn’t relieve any of the pressure building between your legs. Steve muttered incoherent sounds above you as he took the full brunt of you hollowing and sucking your cheeks. It was new, but you tried swallowing more of him. Tears squeezed out of the corners of your eyes as he sank further down your throat.

“Fuck and shit, Y/N.” Steve maneuvered to hold both your wrists with one hand while the other flew to the back of your head. His fingers wove into your hair and protected you from slamming your head back as he began to face fuck you. A string of curses rained down, mingling with the sound of you gagging and trying to breathe through your nose. You took a split second before he thrust into your throat to curl your tongue under where his vein would slide against it. He gave a shout as he rolled his hips. “Neat trick,” he rasped. Steve pulled out as you kept your lips tight around him. You slurped the spittle that dangled from your lips, leaning into his chest as he sat back.

Steve rubbed the slight ache out of your shoulders before laying you into the pillows. He ran a finger up the outside of your panties, chuckling as he pulled it up to eye level to show you how slick it was.

“I’m going to sink right into that tight cunt, aren’t I?”

“Yes, Steve,” you moaned, “want to feel you deep in me.”

He rumbled in the back of his throat before pulling your panties down your legs. He nodded towards you and you arched to reach back to undo your bra. His lips latched onto a free nipple, tugging on it till you were squirming and clawing his back.

“Please, Steve.”

“Please, what?” He kissed between the swell of your breasts and moved on to the other one.

“No more teasing. Just fuck me, Steve.”

“What if I like playing with you?” He reached down and played his tip at your entrance, coating it in your juices. “I like the way you beg and squirm. Might have you do that all night.” His eyes, darkened blue with desire, watched as you mewled and pleaded with him. “So what if I give you my cock? I could edge you for hours till you are completely undone and ready to fly apart at the slightest touch on your clit.” Steve grabbed your wrists, keeping you from wrapping your hands around his length. “Talk to me, Y/N. Use those dirty lips to tell me what you want.”

Your blood pounded in your ears. Your breath hitched as he leaned down and blew hot air onto your neck.

“I’m waiting, Y/N. And I’ve got all fucking night.” You cried out as he mouthed over your shoulder and back to the hollow of your throat.

“Fuck me till I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, Steve. Give me your cock. Hard and fast, or slow and as torturous as you like. Just please give it to me!”

You gasped as he began to sink into you an inch at a time.

“Needy little whore, aren’t you?” Steve released your hands, allowing you to wrap your arms around his waist.

“Yes. So needy. Such a whore.” You scrambled to feel every inch of his skin as he finally bottomed out.

“Gah. So tight.”

He didn’t say anything else coherent for the rest of the night.

The slow and torturous route was his favorite, and arguably yours as well. In and out felt as one, more intense than chasing an orgasm. It also forced you to find something to focus on. Your mind reeled as everything flooded your senses. The stretch of Steve; ready as you were, he always burned pleasantly just within the side of pain. His scent, rich and overwhelming. The way his chest would rub against your nipples, pecs pressed into your breasts as you bounced on his cock. Through your lidded eyes, you could see how his skin glistened, and how his hair stuck out in odd places. His face taunt with focus, and his arms bulging on either side of your head.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper in you. His hips jackhammered into yours as his pace picked up, but just barely. You were close what felt like hours ago, but now everything burned and threatened to explode.

“Let go, Steve,” you whispered. “Please.”

He shouted hoarsely before resting his forehead on yours. He slammed into you, pushing you over the edge. Steve’s eyes snapped open as you clamped around him, watching you fall apart. His hips jerked as he spilled into you. Together you rode out the high. The air filled with heavy breathing and soft groans as he pulled out and fell to one side.

You were almost asleep when he whispered, “how much do I owe the jar?” He chuckled when you hummed non-responsively. “Would a twenty be enough?”

One snarky comment after another come to you. I probably owe ten myself. You might want to try closer to forty. In quarters or in bills?

You chose, “depends. Are you going to try to pay some of that debt in the morning?”

He pulled you back into his chest and murmured into your hair, “Y/N, abso-fucking-lutly.”

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