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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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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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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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