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Hello! Love your work especially with the last request 😍 May I request C.Evans x Innocent!reader. She's being interviewed with Chris for their first movie together and her big screen debut. During the interviews Chris keeps dropping hints that he's interested in reader but she's SUPER oblivious. The whole entire filming he has been interested in reader, but she never picked up on the hints. After all the interviews Chris finally snaps and shows her how much he's been longing for her 🥵🫣 Thank you!

don't deny the animal

Pairing: dark!Chris Evans x naive!reader

Warnings: non-con, dubcon, daddy!kink, dumbification, degradation, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, manipulation, misogyny, slight breeding kink, seriously chris is kind of deranged in this, and the reader is super innocent, MINORS DNI

Summary: Chris wants you. He's never lusted after a co-star before but he can't help but want you. And the fact that you don't even realise it, makes him want you more.

(A/N: i got kind of carried away with this. but i hope you enjoy it anyways. i'll warn y'all again, this is a dark fic! read at your own risk! enjoy! also, -> requests are open <- and i write for chris evans and characters, so if you have any ideas do send them in!)

Chris thinks he’s having a minor heart attack the first time he sees you. His heart does this flippy thing that he’s never really felt it do before, seeing you shuffle into the room – all bright-eyed, shy and unsure of yourself. You’ve got your script gripped tightly in your hands; lip bitten in concentration as you go over your lines. He finds it so cute, how serious you are. He also can’t help but stare at you, your perfect figure, the way those jeans hug your ass.

“I see you checking out the fresh meat.” The director sidles up to him, giving him a nudge and a wink. Chris doesn’t hide his scowl – he doesn’t like this seedy sonofabitch talking about you like that. Despite the fact that he’s never before batted an eye at the director’s past misogynistic comments towards countless actresses and extras. But something about you is different.

“She’s the full package, Chris, I’ll tell you that right now.” The director continues, “Great body, great face. Acting’s great too. Plus, she’s got that whole innocent thing. You know, the whole ‘I’m from a small-town and I’m new to Hollywood thing.’ God, that’ll go away quick, won’t it?” Chris zones out almost instantly, watching you whisper your lines to yourself as you pace around in the corner. Disregarding the director, he finds himself walking towards you.

He introduces himself, all confident and oozing with charm. He loves that you blush instantly, craning your neck as you look up at him because he’s just so much bigger than you. He loves how soft your voice is when you tell him your name and where you’re from. He loves how he makes you so nervous that you stumble over some of your words, and the blush deepens on your cheeks. He stares at you brazenly – he really can’t help it. You’re the hottest little thing he’s ever seen – how you bite your lip so sexily, how your eyes flash with panic every time you stutter over your words. And that body. God. He can feel his imagination running wild.

Chris doesn’t really make a habit out of fucking his co-stars. In fact, he tries to avoid it because of how messy it can sometimes be. But he knows he wants you in his bed the moment he sees you. You’re absolutely stunning but he can imagine just how pretty you’d look underneath him, with your legs spread, your face contorted in pleasure, mewling his name as he pounds you into next week. Fuck. He has to have you. No ifs or buts. He has to. And luckily, he always gets what he wants.

As filming begins, he can’t help but admire how good of an actor you are, how cute you look pouring your whole heart and soul into your lines. You’re quiet and reserved off-camera, but as soon as the director yells action, it’s like you’re a different person. And Chris loves acting opposite you, playing your love-interest. At one point, you earnestly tell him you’ve been a huge fan of him since you were really young, how great you think he is, how much he intimidates you. He loves how you boost his ego without even realising it.

“You should come to my trailer later on,” Chris says to you pointedly on day five of filming. It hasn’t even been a week since he began working with you but he’s already impatient, already wants to get in your pants. “We can… rehearse.” He makes sure to say it pointedly, make it as clear as day what he wants. There are a few kissing scenes and even a minor sex scene between your characters that you both have yet to film, and he figures he can give you a bit of practice on that within the intimacy of his trailer.

“Oh yes, definitely!” You’re enthusiastic, looking as if you’ve been blessed that the Chris Evans just asked you back to his trailer. He’s smug, loving how excited you get, loving how you stroke his ego. It gets his dick so hard; he has trouble concentrating the rest of the day. And you’re so extra hot that day, pouting those pretty lips of yours as you act through your scenes. Wardrobe’s done a great job of dressing you in this flowy, periwinkle blue sundress. That, plus this fresh, minimal makeup look they’ve done on you, makes you look like a little flower. It’s so innocent it actually makes his heart ache. And his dick too.

You show up at his trailer so promptly that it makes him smile. There’s an hour break before filming starts again and Chris can think of a million different ways to spend that time locked up in his trailer with you. He pulls you inside immediately, loving how your eyes widen at his touch. You seem nervous – you’re always nervous around him. “You want a drink?” Chris offers, gesturing to the selection of beers he’s got in his mini-fridge.

“No, thank you, Chris.” You say primly, and he wants to reach down and adjust his hard fucking dick because of how polite you are. He really approves of your good manners, it’s a trait he finds both attractive and important in a girl, and it just makes you even sexier. “I don’t really drink.” You add softly, and he chuckles. Oh, sweetheart, Hollywood’s gonna eat you alive.

“How about a juice?” He asks, and he can’t help but smirk when you nod shyly. He hands you an apple juice-box, making sure his hand brushes against yours as he does, loving how you jump slightly at the contact. And, God, it really is the hottest thing in the world to him – you holding that juice-box, sipping on it all cutely. His mind shifts to a darker place, thinking of how he could really just ruin you.

He saunters over to the conveniently located loveseat in the sitting area of his trailer, plopping down and really spreading himself out, knowing he’s taking up more than half of the space. Crooking a finger in your direction, he beckons you forward, “C’mere.”

Chris loves how you scurry to obey his simple order, your demeanour radiating nervousness as you tentatively sit down next to him on the loveseat. He immediately sidles closer, so close that he’s nudging your leg with his. And it’s crazy how sexy you look, tugging the hem of your dress down your pretty legs when it slightly rides up, not to mention the hitch of your breath as you register how close in proximity he is to you.

He picks a scene and the two of you begin rehearsing. He loves the passion in your eyes – it seems like the only time you give him full on eye-contact for an extended period of time is when you’re acting. It’s easy for you to get lost in a scene with him – but every move Chris makes is calculated. Like when he puts his hand on your thigh. The scene doesn’t call for it but he does it anyways – figuring he might as well make it extremely obvious that he wants to fuck you. Right here. Right now.

Your eyes widen but apart from that you continue with your lines. Chris smirks, squeezing the soft flesh of your bare thigh, wondering if you bruise easily. Somehow, you make it through all your lines and – surprise, surprise; it’s not like he picked this scene on purpose – the scene ends with a kiss. It’s only meant to be a peck, but Chris figures he’ll really plant one on you, get you wet between the legs and ready for him.

He kisses you, loving how you squeak against his lips before melting into it and kissing him back. One, two, three seconds and fucking hell, Chris is ready to peel your clothes off. So it surprises him no end when you pull away, eyes bright and shining as you grab your juice-box and take another sip. “That was good, I think.” You speak. “The scene, I mean.”

Chris smirks, “And the kiss?”

He watches you mull over his question, really thinking it through before you answer, “I think I did okay. But I don’t know. I don’t really have much experience with that kind of stuff, Chris. I’ve never really done any kissing scenes before.” And you look so innocent as you confess this, all reflective and honest – as if you have no idea that your lips on his have given Chris the biggest raging hard-on he can remember having in a long time. He moves his hand up your thigh and squeezes again.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You were great.”

“Really?” You light up, and it’s killing him how oblivious you seem to be of his true motives. “Wow, Chris. Your feedback really means everything. You know, I really just wanna nail this role – so people take me seriously. My family thinks this acting thing won’t work out, and I just wanna prove them wrong.”

Chris truly can’t believe it. His intentions have been crystal clear as day. He wonders if this whole innocent thing is just an act – but one look at you slurping noisily on your juice-box and he knows it’s not. You really are truly innocent, missing any signal he seems to be sending your way. And it only makes him want you even more.

***

From that point onwards, Chris makes it a personal objective of his to get you in his bed. He lays it on extra thick, your oblivious nature forcing him to act more and more obvious with his flirtations. He touches you a lot – in front of everyone. The whole film crew is subjected to Chris leading you around, his hand pressing on the small of your back or his arm thrown casually around your shoulders. The director gives him a knowing wink – you dirty dog, Chris. I knew you’d fuck her sooner or later! – and it truly seems like everyone knows Chris’ intentions. Everyone but you.

One day on set – when he’s feeling especially bold and horny – he takes you to his trailer to do a bit more “rehearsing”. The sex scene between you two is coming up, and you’ve told him you’re nervous about it, because – surprise, surprise – you’ve never filmed anything like that before. “That’s okay, princess.” Chris says, using one of his many pet names he now has for you, “I have something we can watch together. It’ll take the edge off and give you some pointers, too.”

Of course, when you’re both snugly sat in his loveseat, he pulls out his laptop and puts on his favourite porno. It’s a risky move – but surely you can’t be that oblivious. You settle in next to him, cuddling close because you’ve mostly gotten over your initial shyness around him, not batting an eye when he puts his arm around you. It’s only when the porno starts playing that realisation dawns on your face, and you turn to him with a questioning look, “Ch-Chris? What is this?”

“It’s porn, babe.” Chris states the obvious, loving how your luscious lips form the shape of an ‘o’, wanting nothing more than to stuff his dick down your throat just for pursing your lips like that. Instead, he squeezes your shoulder gently. “It’s an industry secret, but all the big actors watch porn before their sex scenes. I do it all the time. It works like magic.”

Sometimes Chris wonders how he can lie so easily. But you seem to be eating up every word he says, nodding as if he’s just bestowed the world’s biggest wisdom onto you. You settle in, relaxing as the video begins. And Chris spends the whole time looking at you rather than the laptop screen. The look of pure concentration on your face is absolutely adorable, but you might as well be taking notes in math class with how serious you’re acting. He wonders if you’re just very good at masking your desire – and he wonders just how wet your panties are.

“Ooh, daddy, fuck me harder!” The girl in the video moans, and you wrinkle your nose and look at Chris. “Daddy?” You repeat, a questioning look on your face.

And Chris thinks he’ll bust a nut right then and there, hearing that word slip past your lips. God, how fucking innocent can you truly get? He clears his throat, making no secret of adjusting his hard dick in his pants.

“Well, yeah, princess. Don’t you know that most men love it when their girls call them daddy?”

You shake your head slowly, a look of wonder on your face. “I didn’t know that. Should I call you daddy when we film our sex scene?”

He chuckles at that. I wish. “Maybe not, princess. But you can call me daddy anywhere else.”

And he can’t believe you have the audacity to laugh. This twinkling little girl giggle you do that drives him crazy, gets his dick so fucking hard he feels like he’s going to explode. And the feeling increases tenfold when you next open your mouth. “Okay, daddy.” But you say it as a joke, laughing shyly while Chris screams inwardly out of frustration. God fucking damn.

The two of you film your sex scene the very next day. And for Chris, it’s over all too soon. One second, you’re on top of him, underneath the covers wearing flesh-coloured bra and panties to give the illusion that you’re naked. And God, it feels too fucking good, your tiny body writhing on his hard dick, your lips pressing kisses on his skin, breathy little moans coming from your mouth. He can’t resist and gives your ass a little slap, loving how it jiggles against his palm.

He bounces you up and down on his dick, really wishing more than anything that he was actually inside of you. But it feels fucking amazing anyways, him humping you on his dick like this. He can’t believe this is his job. But after about ten seconds of this pure bliss, the director is yelling cut and Chris wants to gouge the motherfucker’s eyes out. Too soon, the assistants flood the set, helping you into a fuzzy dressing gown and whisking you away.

And you have the audacity to look back at him and mouth, “thank you for the pointers.”

He gifts you with flowers and a pearl choker on the last day of filming – after three aggravating months of sexual frustration and getting nowhere with his hints. You squeal and give him the biggest hug ever; he can feel your breasts pressing against his chest. “You’re the bestest, Chris. I’m gonna miss working with you so much!” He hopes you can feel his hard dick against your stomach, but if you can – you don’t say anything.

And his gifts don’t just end there. He buys you a tiny black bodycon dress to wear for the wrap party. Packaged with luxurious tissue and sealed inside a white box marked with Chanel. He leaves it waiting for you on your hotel room bed, accompanied with a note: Wear this for me tonight, princess. Love, Daddy.

He can’t possibly be more obvious if he tries.

And when he sees you at the wrap party wearing the dress hechose for you, that he bought for you – it awakens an almost violent, animalistic desire in him. He wants to bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone there, and go extra rough as punishment for teasing him all these months. But you’re blissfully unaware as usual, skipping over to him and giving him the biggest hug, thanking him for the dress. Completely unaware of the true intentions behind his expensive gift.

He keeps you on his lap all night. Maybe it’s because he can see how every other man in the room is staring at you in that body-hugging dress, or maybe it’s because his fucking dick just needs some friction from your body. And does it really matter if you don’t even realise what you’re doing? Getting all excited as you talk about the upcoming movie that you can’t help but bounce around, unknowingly giving Chris a few seconds of bliss?

But you leave early, saying you’re very tired and need a good night’s rest. Chris almost offers to give you a lift back to your apartment, but he’s surrounded by colleagues, actors and producers – all congratulating him on the movie. And easily, you slip out of his grasp; giving him a dainty wave before you’re gone and he’s left at a party he no longer wants to be at, with a hard dick and no adequate way of relieving it.

The press days for the movie are the worst. Of course, Chris is paired with you for the interviews – but the two of you never have a moment alone. It’s hair and makeup, then one interviewer after another sitting across from the two of you. And it doesn’t help that you look so fucking good, wearing this flowery pink dress with small pink flowers in your hair. Looking like a goddamn woodland fairy or nymph or some shit – it’s almost too much for him to handle.

“So, tell us what it’s like working on such a big film with Chris Evans?” One interviewer asks you.

“Oh, he’s just wonderful!” You gush. “This is my first major movie and I’ll admit I was so nervous. Because it’s Chris Evans, you know? But he honestly made me feel so at ease, and he really helped me out a lot. And we had so much fun too, like you guys already know this probably – but he’s a really great guy!” You give his hand a quick squeeze, and Chris notices the interviewer’s eyes zero in on this as you continue: “He’s just amazing. A great friend and mentor.”

Friend? Mentor? How many fucking friends of yours do you watch porn with? Chris wants to know, but he keeps his borderline angry thoughts to himself. Putting on his charming face and laughing and talking his way through the interview, when all he truly wants to do is throw you into the nearest bathroom and have his way with you. Rip that fucking flowery dress off of you, make you get on your knees and see how much of him you can fit in your mouth. Bend you over and make you scream so loud, that everyone hears. Paint your whole body with his cum, completely drench you in it, including those fucking flowers in your hair. So everyone can know that he’s not your fuckingfriend.

Instead, he sits through interview after interview. Growing more frustrated as the day progresses. Everything seems to be getting to him; he doesn’t like the male interviewers talking to you, or even looking at you – and he doesn’t like it when you reply to their dumb questions. He hatesit when you sing praises about the director of the film, or any of the other actors – he hates it when you praise anyone but him.

It suddenly dawns on Chris that he’s had you in this bubble while the two of you were filming the movie these past few months. But now that it’s over, he’s not ready to give you away into the ruthless clutches of Hollywood. He wants to keep you safe, keep an eye on you at all times. And, of course – above all – he wants you in his bed. He isn’t usually a possessive guy but you make him absolutely feral.

When Chris sees you at the premiere of the movie, he feels like his heart is caught in his throat. You look so beautiful, floating down the red carpet in this simple green chiffon dress. Your hair’s piled up on your head in this sexy updo with strands falling down to frame your face. All eyes are on you, the photographers yelling: ‘look this way, sweetie!’ ‘Give us a nice pose!’ ‘One over the shoulder, please!’

He almost wants to whisk you away, stuff you back into the limo and take you all the way back to his own house – away from the intrusive stares of all these people, away from the public eye. You’re his after all, not theirs. And Chris can tell you’re nervous, completely out of your depth, standing there looking so goddamn shy and delectable. He strides over to you, being a red-carpet veteran at this point, grabbing your elbow and giving you an assured smile.

You glow when you see him, readily take his arm. And fuck, it feels so good to have you on his arm, have all these people see you clutching on to him, the official photographers and the paparazzi going absolutely nuts snapping pictures of the two of you. You turn to him and whisper slowly, “Chris, I’m scared. All these flashing lights…”

He leans in all close to you, making sure to smirk as his lips brush your ear. He knows this’ll be all over the internet in a few minutes. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You know I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.” And he can hear all the murmurs and exclamations in the crowd, gaining traction as more people look your way.

“Awww, look how he came to the rescue! She looked like a deer caught in headlights!”

“Chris is honestly the best. And they make such a cute couple!”

“They look so good together, it’s insane!”

Chris finds it amusing how even the random fans in the crowd seem to realise his intentions better than you do.

But he’s in a pretty fucking good mood regardless of that. Because he’s at the premiere of his movie and you’re on his arm. He only lets you go when you two get further down the red carpet, joining the rest of the cast and director as well as a handful of journalists conducting interviews. They corner Chris almost immediately, and he good-naturedly answers their questions. It’s only when he turns around, ready to go into the theatre, when he sees you being interviewed a few steps away from him.

“So, tell us, do you have a special someone back home? Maybe someone who you were wishing could be here with you?” The interviewer asks you, and Chris almost rolls his eyes at how dumb the question is. That is, until you reply.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe.” You say coyly, doing that thing where you bite your lip. “I’m super grateful to be here, romance and all of that is really on the back of my mind right now.”

“But ‘maybe’ means there is someone back home, isn’t there?” The interviewer grills. And you don’t reply, instead just shrugging happily – which is answer enough for Chris. And his blood is fucking boiling. He feels like he could punch something. Or someone. Every territorial cell in his body feels like it’s multiplying, the animal inside him growling angrily. You? Have someone else? How fucking dare you?

Chris has had enough. No, he’d had enough months ago. Now, he’s fucking feral. And you’re so fucking oblivious, being ushered into the theatre to where the movie is being screened. The whole collective moves, and once everyone’s inside and away from the photographers and bright lights and crowds, Chris grabs your arm, pulling you into the nearest bathroom and not giving a single flying fuck who sees.

“Chris, what are you doing? Is everything okay?” You ask him, your voice all breathy. Fuck, even when concerned you look fucking hot as fuck. Chris can’t take it anymore, he really can’t. “Chris, what’s wrong? They’re screening the movie now, we’re gonna miss it!”

It takes barely two percent of his strength to slam you against the bathroom wall, his arms on either side of you, effectively caging you in. “You have a boyfriend back home?” He asks you bluntly.

“Wh-What, no, I –”

“Answer me truthfully.” He says, his face inches from yours. You look scared out of your mind, and clearly very intimidated. And why does he find it hot that you’re scared?

“N-No, Chris. I don’t have a-a boyfriend,” you stutter; “I was just… There’s someone back home. Someone I knew from high-school. But I’ve been so busy with this movie… Nothing’s happened.”

He kisses you then. All rough from the get go, tongue ripping past your lips and claiming your mouth. He kisses you like he owns you. Which he does. And it’s about time you fucking realise it. You’re almost too stunned to kiss him back, and more confused than anything else. Chris can feel your tiny fists pushing at his chest, trying to push you away. It makes the animal inside him angrier.

“Wh-What are you doing?” You cry, face red and confused. Like, actually fucking confused. After he’s just dragged you into the bathroom and kissed you. Chris can’t fucking believe it.

“Surely you can’t be that clueless.” He says, reaching down to touch your body because fuck – it’s his and he’s had enough. His hands smooth down the sides of your waist, feeling the soft silk of your dress. The material’s so thin, he can practically feel your skin underneath. So creamy soft, he squeezes your waist, loving how you feel underneath his fingers. You let out a small whimper, and it drives him insane. He grabs your ass lewdly with one hand, giving it a rough smack that has you falling into his chest in shock.

“Why are you doing this?” You sob, and he continues to paw at you like a touch-starved man. Like an animal. Making up for all those times when he should have been touching you but couldn’t. “Chris, please! Why– Oh, oh!” You let out an involuntary little moan when he smacks your ass harder, and it makes him smirk.

“I’ve been trying to fuck you since the first time I saw you.”

Silence. And your fucking lips do that thing again, where they turn into the shape of an ‘o’. Your eyes are glazed with tears of shock and you look up at him in complete and utter disbelief. And Chris can’t fucking believe it either – because a tiny part of him still thought that maybe you were just playing extremely hard to get. But no, the way you’re looking at him now, you’ve been this innocent all along. His dick twitches in his pants.

“You’re so fucking naïve, princess.” Chris breathes, hauling you till he has you bent over the counter of the sink. And it’s not like you fight against him – he’s way too much bigger than you and you’re still in shock from what he’s just said. So it’s easy to maul you into place, with your perky little ass pointed straight at him, and he can’t help but grind his hard bulge into your backside.

“I-I, I thought you were my friend, Chris!” You speak up finally, your tone so deliciously pitiful, looking back at him with those big eyes, tear pearls hanging off your long lashes, cheeks red from the position he’s got you in. He smirks, grinding into you even more.

“Friend? How many of your fucking friends do you watch porn with, huh?” He flips up your dress and bunches it around your waist, revealed the most sinful lacy black G-string Chris has ever seen. Fuck. You’re way too innocent to be wearing something like that. He snaps the elastic of your panties against your skin and gives your practically bare ass another harsh smack that has you crying out loud. “And how many of your fucking friends do you call daddy in private?”

“I thought that was an… an inside joke between us!” You sob, clutching hard onto the marble countertop underneath you, so hard that your knuckles turn white. “And… And I thought you said all the actors watched porn before a sex scene. I thought you were helping me!”

“Well, you’re a stupid little baby, aren’t you?” Chris mocks. And he can see you in the huge mirror attached to the countertop that he’s got you bent over, he can see your mascara-streaked face, your flushed cheeks, the way your face drops when he calls you stupid. And God, all of it together is such a heady combination, it almost has him reeling. He rips your G-string off with a single, merciless yank, revelling in your desperate cry as he gives the tattered lace a deep sniff before stuffing it in his pocket.

“Chris, Ch-Chris, please…” Your breathy whines are like fucking music to his ears. He’s imagined how you’d sound all those times he jacked off thinking of you, but it’s nothing compared to the real deal. Your dainty hand grabs at his, and you crane your neck to look at him, “Please, Chris. We can’t…not here! Th-The movie!”

“Fuck the movie.” Chris growls, his large hands pawing their way up to your chest, pulling down the top of your dress till your breasts pop out. He licks his lips at the lewd image he sees in the mirror: you desperately trying to shield those pretty little tits now exposed to the soft light of the bathroom. He swats your hands away immediately, cupping both your breasts in his hands, squeezing indecently hard, loving how you can’t help but moan as your erect nipples poke against his palms.

“It’s your fault it has to be like this.” Chris tells you, “This could’ve happened months ago. I could’ve fucked you in my trailer, in my hotel room, my fucking house. But you just had to be a dumb fucking innocent little baby, didn’t you? Couldn’t even see how bad your daddy wanted you.” He unbuckles his belt and undoes his fly, pulling his hard dick out. And he wishes he could pause time and replay the look on your face again and again. Replay how your eyes widen, replay the darkness and hint of fear that shimmers in your pupils. Replay that goddamn hitch in your throat as you stare at his dick for the first time.

“It’s…so, so big…” You breathe, mesmerised by his dick and Chris can’t help but be smug. He grinds against your ass before slipping it down to press against your slit. Your wanton moan surprises even him – but moments later you’re gathering yourself, shaking your head and scrunching your eyes shut as if trying to fight off every instinct in your body. “N-No, please! Please, don’t do this here! Let’s just go back. I’m sorry, Chris! I’m sorry I never realised, I’m so sorry!” You sob.

“Baby, I’m not stopping for shit.” He says bluntly, his hands leaving your breasts; one lands on your hip and grips it tight, the other meanders slowly down to your pussy. A strangled moan tears past your stubborn lips when you feel his finger gliding over your slick folds. “So don’t you fucking deny me. See how fucking wet you are? You want this. You’re too fucking innocent to realise it – but you want me. And I’ll fucking show you how bad I want you.”

You’re so tight when he stuffs his finger inside you, but at the same time so slippery wet with your walls squeezing around his digit. He almost shudders as he imagines how snug your warmth will feel around his cock. He starts pumping in and out of you at an almost casual pace, because he’s waited so fucking long to have you that he might as well savour it – despite the animal inside him growing restless.

“Ugh, Chris!” You mewl, and for all the fight you’ve put up, it pleases him no end when you subconsciously grind your hips back into him, effectively humping his finger. “P-Please, I…I…” Already, you’re at a loss for words, and Chris wonders if anyone’s touched you properly at all. The boys from your hick small town probably had no idea what they were doing, which explains your almost visceral and immediate reaction to him. He adds another finger and you keen prettily, your worries about missing the screening quickly forgotten, “Oh, oh, oh! Feels good!”

“Forgot about your movie now, haven’t you?” He teases cruelly. As if on cue, his phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s a text from the director: Where the hell are you guys?? The movie’s started, people are wondering where the two stars are! Chris only smirks, using one hand to type out a quick reply, something about taking care of business, his other hand still pumping in and out of you almost lazily.

“Ch-Chris?” Your tiny voice makes him put his phone away, and he looks at your face in the mirror. You already have a glossy sheen of sweat covering your skin, lips parted as if you’re panting. God, it’s crazy how adorably hot you look – and he’s barely even touching you. “Chris… Please… I need… I need…”

A devilish smile paints his features, his fingers curving upwards inside you and causing your entire body to convulse forward. “PLEASE, CHRIS, I NEED MORE!” You cry out so loudly, it surprises even him. And then you’re sobbing, really sobbing, tears staining your cheeks, his name leaving your lips in breathless moans as you rock back against his fingers.

“More huh?” Chris squeezes your ass particularly hard, reddening your soft flesh and loving the way you cry out. It’s amazing how vocal you are for him. “You want more, pretty girl?” You nod pitifully, a look of greedy hope in your eyes when he adds another finger inside your squelching wetness. He suddenly increases the pace of his thrusts, “Where the fuck were you when I wanted more, huh?” Another finger, and now you’re gasping from the stretch, the delicious burn. “Where were you, huh? When I was jacking off to your fucking body all these months while you denied me?”

“Didn’t deny you! D-Didn’t, I didn’t!” You insist desperately, “I didn’t know – oh fuck, don’t stop, ugh! – I didn’t know! I swear to God, I didn’t know!”

Chris can feel you getting close, he can feel it from the way you swallow desperately, from this wild look in your eyes, from the way your little hands clutch at the marble of the countertop. Studying you, longing for you for all these months has made him an expert on you and your body. He knows you’re about to cum, he’s so certain of it. But he doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction. And so, unceremoniously, he pulls his fingers out of you.

“No, no, no, no!” You moan, and Chris feels his dick twitch at how needy you are for him. “Chris, please!”

He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up till you’re standing straight, his body supporting most of your weight because your limbs have forgotten how to function. He’s given you a taste, a mere lick, of the pleasure he can give you, and it’s already made you putty in his hands. Turning you around to face him, he leans down, till his face is level with yours and oh so close. “If you’re gonna keep begging me, baby, you might as well address me properly.”

“Daddy, please!” You mewl with zero hesitation, and it’s music to Chris’ fucking ears. God, maybe you weren’t as dumb as he believed. You’re making desperate, grabby hands at him, trying to get him to put his fingers back inside you and finish the job. And he marvels at how – in five minutes flat – you’ve turned so fraught, so frantic for him – like a fucking bitch in heat. He loves that he’s done this to you, that it’s him who’s reduced you to this.

“That’s right, baby. I’m your daddy. Good to know you retained at least one thing from all those months we were filming together.” He guides both of you backwards, into one of the stalls. Kicking down the lid of the toilet, he sits down on it, placing your tiny, form on his lap, loving how you don’t even question it.

And okay, throughout all these months of him envisioning his first time fucking you, he never thought it would be in this small, dingy bathroom at the premiere of your movie. But it was your fault, completely your fault – you’ve driven him to do this, awoken this carnal desire in him to just own you and claim you. It’s like he’s a beast, an animal that’s been poked and prodded for months and now he gets to devour his prey. His reward.

“So, are you gonna ride daddy’s dick like a good little girl?”

Suddenly, you’re shy, panicked. You shake your head vigorously, biting your lip in clear distress. “N-No, daddy, you… you, please!”

“Me what?” Chris is absolutely revelling in this, loving how dumb you sound. “What a dumb baby, you can’t even speak properly all of a sudden, hm?” He gives your ass another slap that has you burying your red face in his chest. “Now answer me. Are you gonna ride my dick like a good little girl?”

“C-Can’t!” You sob, shaking your head again when he forces you to look up at him, desperation radiating off your tear-stained face, “I don’t know how, daddy. Please, you do it. You fuck me. Please!”

It’s fucking crazy how you never cease to amaze him. Chris shakes his head at you, momentarily at a loss. It’s insane how innocent you look, with this bashful look on your face, eyes flashing in embarrassment, trying not to meet his incredulous gaze. He reaches out to brush your hair back behind your ear, licking his lips slowly. “Don’t tell me you’ve only been fucked missionary before, princess. Is that how those small-town hick boys back home were fucking you? Huh?”

You nod, looking so distressed that it’s actually cute. Chris thinks nothing but dark thoughts.

“So you’ve never been fucked by a man before, baby?” He places a sloppy kiss on the nape of your neck, making you squirm and arch your back as you mewl out loud. And he continues, “Never ridden a man’s cock, huh?”

“No, I h-haven’t.” You hiccup.

His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging deep into your flesh as he picks you up slightly. “Well, there’s only one way to learn.” He says softly, plunging you down on his dick so hard, so fast, so suddenly, that you scream at the sudden fullness you feel. The impalement has your shriek of pain bouncing off the walls of the small bathroom.

“OH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” You scream with absolute abandon, and Chris grunts because finally – fucking finally – he’s inside you. Inside those soft, velvet walls of your pussy that deliciously encase his dick as if it belongs there permanently, which it does.

“That’s right, scream for me, baby.” Chris whispers smoothly in your ear, gripping your tiny body and holding it close to him. You arch your back, the fullness so overwhelmingly pleasurable.

“So, so deep! It’s so deep, daddy! I can feel it so deep!” You babble, half crying and half moaning as you repeat and jumble your words in trying to form a coherent sentence. And there’s no movement yet, no friction, just you stuffed full of his dick while he savours the feel of finally claiming your body.

“That’s right, sweet baby. It’s deep from this angle. But now I need you to move for daddy.” Chris instructs you, helping you by lifting your hips up, hissing at the friction it creates around his cock. “It’s not so hard, princess. Even dumb babies like you can do it. Just move up and down, okay? Up and down.”

Through your tears of bliss and the overriding feeling of being overwhelmed by his huge fucking dick, you nod determinedly. And he finds it so cute when you bite your lip in concentration, doing exactly what he tells you to. With his help, his guiding hands on your hips which are honestly doing about ninety percent of the work, you slam back down on his dick, the tip of it going so deep that it fills you up till the hilt and you cry out desperately.

“Oh, oh, oh fuck! Daddy, it feels so g-good!” You moan, wiggling and grinding on his dick in a way that has both of you reeling.

“I know it does, princess.” Chris straightens up, realising that you’re two seconds away from being so dumbed out on his dick that you won’t get any work done. In an instant, he lifts you up, slamming you down on his dick so fucking hard that you squeal his name, your tiny hands gripping onto his shoulders, his neck, his hair. Just anywhere. “You look so pretty on my dick right now.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy!” You moan, and Chris can’t help but smile at your good fucking manners, despite the situation. God, he really just wants to ruin you. He rocks his hips up suddenly, fucking upwards into you, his hands on your hips controlling your every movement as he thrusts you up and down on his dick, and you scream bloody murder at how intensely good it feels.

“S-So big, it’s so big, daddy!” You whine, grinding down on him as if you’re starved for his cock. And Chris wants to capture every moment of this, he really wishes he could whip out his camera and film you, remember this first time. But his hands are more than occupied by you, supporting your body, holding you tight against him, bouncing you up and down on his cock. He remembers this is the position you guys had filmed your sex scene in for the movie. Fuck, it was crazy how you were out here filming sex scenes in movies when you barely knew the first thing about sex in real life.

But I could teach you.

“How does it feel, riding daddy’s dick on the premiere of your movie, huh?” Chris taunts you, reaching down to pinch your ass lewdly, loving how you scream for him. “How does it feel, finally submitting to your daddy after months of teasing me. Torturing me. Fucking tell me!”

You shake your head desperately, “W-Wasn’t teasing! P-Promise I wasn’t!” You cry, as if your dumb promise makes a difference to him. You’re absolutely sobbing with pleasure, the girth of his dick stretching you out, making your walls burn from taking him. And you take him, over and over, again and again, up and down, in and out. It’s like you’re a rag-doll – Chris controls your every movement. And you let him. You like it this way – he knows you like it like this. Him bouncing you on his dick, making you feel so fucking good, like no one has ever made you feel before.

Movie? Premiere? It’s all forgotten. He knows all you can think about is him, his dick, being owned by him. Being utterly wrecked by him. Ruined. Pussy torn open, used and abused. Claimed by his dick. Here in the bathroom, with your dress bunched up around your waist, tits out, pussy filled to the brim. Mascara running, hair come loose, carnal moans of pleasure and only the sound of his name leaving your lips.

Your pleasure’s mounting, building up into a crescendo that you can’t wait to reach. And Chris knows, of course he knows. He’ll always know. You’re panting loudly in his ear, body limp in his arms as he effectively uses you as a toy on his dick, pushing you up and down on it. And you love it. You thrive off of it. “Daddy, don’t stop! I’m so close, daddy! S-So close!”

Cupping your ass with both his hands, Chris stands up suddenly. Your legs automatically latch around his waist, locking yourself flush against him as he slams you into the wall. And now, now he fucks you like an animal, like a starved fucking animal just repeatedly jackhammering into you. You can’t even feel your legs anymore, you can’t hear yourself think. He’s effectively dumbed you down into just a toy – his doll.

“My little fucking baby,” He growls lowly, “Look how fucking adorable you look, dumber than ever on my cock. You’re gonna cum, baby? Make a mess around my fucking dick, huh? Tell me!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry, “Yes, daddy, g-gonna cum!”

“From now on, you’ll let me fuck you whenever the fuck I want.” Chris says to you darkly, biting and nipping at your earlobe, his hips still a blur as he fucks into you. “You gotta pay me back for all those months I couldn’t have you. All those months you fucking teased me. No, from now on, if I even look at you a certain way, you’ll let me fuck you. Be my obedient little girl, won’t you? Won’t you?”

“Y-Yes I will! I will, daddy! I promise I will!” You’re delirious, drunk on his cock, his dirty talk, his touch – his everything.

“You’ll let me fuck you whenever. Wherever. Howeverthe fuck I want. Won’t you, sweet baby? I don’t care where the fuck you are, if I want you then you’ll drop everything and run to me, you got that? In fact, you’ll stay with me. I’ll fucking keep you close. I don’t fucking care if this movie’s finished filming. I still want you near me. All. The. Fucking. Time.” He enunciates each word with a particularly hard thrust. “You got that?”

The dam breaks. Your orgasm almost squeezes the life out of him, your muscles contracting so violently around his cock. And you can’t believe it’s real, this feeling of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It’s never, ever been this good for you before, this intense, this magical, this euphoric. You cry out his name, cry out daddy until it loses all meaning. White-hot waves of pleasure crash through your body, and he continues to thrust into you, riding you through your orgasm.

And Chris can’t believe how hot you look, coming undone while he fucks you. Even his hottest daydreams about you couldn’t do the real you justice. You’re so fucking beautiful, so sexy, squeezing his dick in such a delicious way that he really can’t seem to last any longer. And it’s only moments before he’s ready to blow, that your dumbed out, blissed out eyes suddenly open, and you’re scratching at his chest in blind panic, “Chris! Chris, I’m not on the pill!”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He growls, the animal inside of him swelling with joy. It’s music to his fucking ears. He’s happy he fucked you raw. And now he can fill you up. His dick twitches at the thought, and your little gasps egg him on even more. Ropes of his hot cum spill inside you, one spurt after another till he’s got you filled to the brim with even more of his thick cum dripping out of you because of course you can’t hold it all in.

“Oh… Oh my God…” You say, practically entranced by the thick white fluid that now seeps out of your pussy. Your lips parted; you reach down to touch it. Like you can’t help it. And Chris feels so proud, so fucking proud. Finally, he’s claimed you. Claimed his girl. Filled her up all nice and full with his seed. And he’s not gonna let her clean up either. Damn right she’s gonna go back and watch the rest of this movie with the reminder of him sticky between her legs.

His large hand covers your own inquisitive one. He hardens inside you once more when he sees that you’ve scooped up a bit of his cum which was running down your thigh. He brings your hand up to your face, prodding at your lips until they part, and you dutifully suck his cum off your finger for him – the image so fucking hot he almost can’t take it.

“Good girl.” Chris praises you, loving how you blush.

You look up at him, eyes bright and still dazed. Makeup ruined, cheeks red, lips bitten. “I’m sorry, Chris.” You say softly, small hand reaching up to touch his chest. “I’m honestly so sorry if I led you on. I had no idea. But I should’ve known better. I should’ve paid closer attention. I’m so sorry.”

Chris feels like his heart is going to fucking fall out of his chest. He feels it again, this overwhelming need to protect her, shelter her, keep her safe. He smirks, chucking her under the chin playfully. “That’s okay, baby. Because you’re gonna make it up to me, right?”

***

EPILOGUE – 18 MONTHS LATER

“So, Chris. Tell us. What’s next for you?” The journalist asks. It’s an intimate interview, a dark set. A leather couch, the interviewer sat across from him. It’s the final piece of press he has to do for his new action movie that’s just come out. And as much as he’s enjoyed the whole filming process, Chris only has one thing on his mind.

“Look, as amazing as all this has been, I think the thing I’m most looking forward to right now is going home.” He chuckles, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “Just going back to Boston, you know? Back to my wife and our family.”

The interviewer smiles knowingly, “And how is your wife?”

Chris smiles. His wife. You. You’re amazing. And it wasn’t hard at all to get you to marry him. Not after the two of you started fucking regularly after that fateful night at your movie premiere almost two years ago. He had moved you into his apartment in LA, making sure to have easy access to you whenever he wanted to fuck you. Which was all the time. All the fucking time.

So it wasn’t that much of a surprise when he got you knocked up about two weeks later. And he remembers how distraught you had been, crying into his chest with three positive pregnancy tests on the table in front of you. “I can’t do this; I can’t do this!” You had cried, “I’m too young, I don’t know the first thing about having a baby!”

He remembers reassuring you, telling you that he was there for you, that he’d always be there. Persuading you to move into his big house in Boston with him, where he’d keep you safe and tucked away from the invasive paparazzi of LA. He even persuaded you to marry him, in a private ceremony with only a few guests including your parents, who were happier than ever to see their daughter respectfully married off in Boston and no longer in the cruel clutches of Hollywood.

And then, nine months later, you gifted him with his twins. Two perfect, tiny, wriggling baby boys that looked exactly like him. Chris couldn’t help but feel so fucking proud. And then you started talking about accepting this movie role, going back to Hollywood, filming again. And that animal inside of him awoke once more, unable to bear the thought of you going back to being an actress.

So he knocked you up again.

“My wife is perfect.” Chris answers the interviewer. “I’m really lucky to have met her when we did that movie together – because I can’t imagine a life without her now. She’s at home right now, taking care of our babies. It’s beautiful to watch.”

The interviewer looks absolutely enamoured. “Speaking of babies, baby number three is due any day now, isn’t it?”

Chris smiles and nods. He can’t wait to get back home to you, see you all round with his third baby growing inside of you, just about ready to pop. To him, it’s the most beautiful and breath-taking thing in the world. You, heavily pregnant, waiting for him in his home with his baby twins on your hip. That’s who you’re meant to be. And you’ve got only Chris to thank. You were far too delicate and innocent for Hollywood. Hollywood would have ruined you. Chris likes to think he saved you.

Because you’re a great actress. But you’re an even better housewife. And mother.

Turns out, waiting for you all those excruciating months was worth it. Because now, Chris has you for life.

the end

A/N: i hope you guys enjoyed that! feedback would honestly be GREATLY appreciated, do tell me what you think! also, -> requests are open <-

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Summary: In which you’re Corroded coffins biggest fan and then Dustin introduces you to Eddie

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“Thank you so much sweetie! Ever since that earthquake I hate the idea of him being by himself. I’ll leave some money on the counter in case you guys need to get a pizza or anything.” You let out a relieved sigh once Dustin’s mom hangs up. You just have to call your friend Steph to cancel plans tonight before heading next door to the Henderson’s. You didn’t really want to go to them anyway. She wanted to go out to a bar, which was fine. That’s what you normally did with her but that was just to go see your favorite band. Under normal circumstances you hated going to bars, they were dark and dirty and you’d prefer to do something that didn’t involve older men hitting on you. But if Corroded Coffin was playing you could bet your ass you’d be there.

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rafe came by your dance studio to thank you for helping his daughter but when he sees you doing an heels choreography,he might say more than just thank you…. 🩰❤️👠🎀

dance!teacher!reader x single!dad!rafe ♡

you were a ballet dance teacher for a group of adorable little girls on monday & wednesday & saturday nights,you loved teaching them one of your favorite things in the world. but on tuesdays & thursdays & fridays you were a heels dance teacher!!! you loved the gracefulness & softness of ballet but you also loved the sexiness & the technique of heels.

right now,you were watching your little angels practicing their ballet routine for the winter spectacle in two month,they were making so much progress so fast!

like every night,you waited for every little girl to leave before leaving but tonight sofia cameron came talking to you at the end of the class. you thought she was the cutest little girl you had ever seen,she was full of ambition & never give up. and well….you will never cross the line with one of your student’s parents but my god was her dad,rafe cameron,handsome. he camed to every single one of his daughter recital with flowers for her AND FOR YOU. he always pack her the cutest snack for the longest repetitions and if you needed help organizing something, he was always the first one to propose his help. you also knew that he wasn’t with sofia’s mom anymore,you guessed when she never came at any recital or to come pick her up from practice,you learned later that she abandoned sofia and used rafe for money. that made you mad & sorry for rafe but especially for sweet sofia.

“miss y/n ?”,sofia’s sweet voice asked you.

“ yes sweetie ? is everything okay ?”

“yes…i just…well it’s a little stupid but…how do you do to be so confident ?”

“oh sweet girl…it’s not stupid at all…turn around to look in the mirror please…you see that ?yourself ? well…that’s your bestfriend,you’re going to spend the rest of your life with your beautiful little self. so the best thing you can do is give yourself the biggest hug & a lot of love and support yourself through every good but also bad moment ….”

then,she broke your heart by crying,you crouched down behind her.

“sofia..is everything okay ? is someone annoying you ?”

“yes..some guys at school are a little mean…”

you took her hand in yours,turning her to face you,“sofia i want you to not listen to them,ignore them,you are the sweetest most amazing girl ever,you’re polite & kind,whenever one of the girls need help you’re always here and you’re so funny,always cracking jokes that make everyone laugh !!! never doubt yourself for anyone. ever….did you talk about it with your dad ? ”

“yeah…..it made him so sad..hate seeing him sad….he tried to go talk to the school but they didn’t stop…i know he’s been so tired after work…i dont want to make him sad….but now everytime they made me cry,i’m gonna think about you ! thank u miss y/n i like you so much…you’re the best”,she said before jumping into your arms.

“well i think you should talk about it again with your dad…he loves you so so much and no matter what he will always help.he is just sad because you’re his little princess and he don’t want you to ever get hurt.”

you hugged her back & tickle her until she was laughing and smiling again.

and it’s at that moment that rafe entered the studio.

“oh…hi baby…..miss y/n”,he said walking to you & sofia still hugging.

then sofia left your arms before running to go hug her dad.

“hi daddy”,she was practically shinning with happiness.

he laughed and you thought it was the most beautiful sound ever.

“damn baby…what got you so happy ?”,he ruffled her perfect bun and the thought of him taking time to make her hair perfectly everytime warmed your heart.

“miss y/n…she’s the best….and she’s so pretty,isn’t she dad ?”

“yeah…she is baby…the prettiest but not as much as you tho…go get your bag baby,sarah cooked your favorite chocolate cake for ya.”

sofia went happily get her back,you knew sarah was rafe’s sister because she often come to sofia’s spectacle with her husband john b.

“sorry about that….didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”,he said scratching his neck,you thought you even saw his cheeks reddening.

“oh no it’s okay really…..”,you smiled sweetly at him,your heart jumping.

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you were currently practicing your new routine on dance for you by beyoncé,it was the new routine you were going to teach your heels student tonight. your group was a group of twenty women and all of you formed a little dance family,now organizing dinner party to share the latest drama and gossip of y’all’s different life.

you dance during the entirety of the song,your body moving gracefully and sexily on the floor…the song was sexy and passionate and you tried to incorporate that in you choreography by moving your legs gracefully & moving your hair & arching your back…the sound of your high black heels resonating in the studio.

it was 6 PM,so you were the only one here yet,your class started at 8 PM.

when you finished your beautiful routine,you turned around to stop the music and that’s when you saw rafe. he was leaning on the doorstep,his arms crossed,his jaw thigh and his eyes were burning with something you couldn’t quit put a name on.

“oh my god…m.cameron…hi…hum…what are you doing here?”

“hey…didn’t meant to interrupt you i’m sorry. i came to thank you for whatever you said to my daughter yesterday. she….well today,she responded to her bully by saying that they couldn’t hurt her anymore because she was her own best friend and she would never again let someone make her feel bad for being herself because she was amazing….i….thank you. so much. she’s been so sad lately and whatever you said made her realize how wonderful & loved she was…so for that,i will always be grateful to you miss y/n truly.”

“m.cameron-”

“call me rafe..please”

“..rafe..i’m so happy to heard that….you raised sofia wonderfully,she is amazing!!! truly !!!! i did nothing but tell her to true,please give her a big hug for me tonight.”

he laughed.

“i will,miss y/n, i will……i….excuse me if i cross boundaries but i didn’t know you danced anything other than ballet ?”

“oh well…on the day i’m not teaching the girls ballet,i’m teaching heels choreography to a group of woman….mhm…just how much did you see exactly?”

“enough to know that you are intensely talented and…beautiful.”

you gasped.

“shit..sorry i wasn’t planning on saying that…i don’t want to make you uncomfortable,i’m going to go. thank you again so much.”

“no m.cam..rafe..it’s okay…thank you….i love heels dancing for that…it…it made me feel beautiful and powerful. it’s a great form of expression.”

“i’m happy to hear that…you shouldn’t feel anything other than that.”

his gaze traced your face before fixing on your lips.

“listen….would it be okay if i crossed boundaries even more by asking you to have dinner with me ?”

“i don’t know m.cameron…is it a date ?”

“if you want it to be…i want it to be.”

“yes.”,you tried hard not to cheese like a teenage girl but you couldn’t help it,rafe cameron was so handsome.

“perfect…i am not going to tell soph anything yet…she’s just been so crazy lately,always reminding me how beautiful you were and how…single you were. i think if she knows that you accepted my dinner offer,she is going to die of happiness.”

you laughed loudly and without any shame.

“has she been playing the matchmaker?”

“yeah….she really has…when are you free for the date?”

“my class on friday night got suspended so i’m free.”

“perfect,i send a driver here to come pick you up…i think you might not want be to know where you live just yet…you know,first date rules and all.”

“yeah thanks rafe. i see you friday ?” he needed to leave now before you accidentally jumped on him and started kissing him like a mad woman.

“yes,love,you’ll see me on friday. have a nice dance class tonight….”

“thanks.” but you didn’t know how you will be able to focus on anything other than him,and the way he was looking at you….with his beautiful bedroom eyes and the way the nickname «love»rolled down his tongue.

you ended up seeing rafe the next day when he came pick sofia up from dance class….he winked at you and when friday night rolled you were jumping of happiness. the night went by so fast,conversation & flirting never stopping.at the end of the night, he opened the door of your cab for you and asked you to text him when you’ll arrive safely back home but not before promising you another date.♡

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rafe’s pov of your discussion & your dance.

when i entered the dance studio the last thing i thought i will be seeing was miss y/n dancing on the floor in nothing but a pair of heels & some tiny black short & black bralette.

my god,was she the most beautiful little thing i’ve ever seen. i tried hard to not cross boundaries with her because she was sofia’s dance teacher but she was haunting me. slipping into my mind at any moment,when i’m working,when i’m shopping and i see her favorite parfume,when i’m watching sofia dance in the living room…..

and now ? now i’m fucking blessed by the sigh of her,opening her legs and arching her back on the floor sensually …..fuck me. she would look so pretty like that for me…on my bed….naked….she was so fucking sexy,the rain behind her pouring down on the window and the gray color of the sky casting a dark glow across the room. i needed to shake those thoughts,there no way she would be interested. i mean i was older than her and i has a fucking kid for god’s sake.

she turned in my direction and gasped when she saw me.

“oh my god…m.cameron…hi…hum…what are you doing here?”

“hey…didn’t meant to interrupt you i’m sorry. i came to thank you for whatever you said to my daughter yesterday. she….well today,she responded to her bully by saying that they couldn’t hurt her anymore because she was her own best friend and she would never again let someone make her feel bad for being herself because she was amazing….i….thank you. so much. she’s been so sad lately and whatever you said made her realize how wonderful & loved she was…so for that,i will always be grateful to you miss y/n truly.”

thanks to her my daughter was truly smiling again and opened up to me again. not only was she the sexiest fucking woman alive but also the sweetest to my daughter? was she created only to ruin me ? fuck…the sigh of her hugging my daughter made me too happy. way too happy.

“m.cameron-”

“call me rafe..please” i needed to hear her say my name,in her sultry sweet voice.

“..rafe..i’m so happy to heard that….you raised sofia wonderfully,she is amazing!!! truly !!!! i did nothing but tell her to true,please give her a big hug for me tonight.”

she was so goddam sweet, i couldn’t help but laugh. i don’t remember the last time someone other than sofia made me laugh. i also couldn’t help myself but to try to learn more about her. and this fucking choreography.

“i will,miss y/n, i will……i….excuse me if i cross boundaries but i didn’t know you danced anything other than ballet ?”

“oh well…on the day i’m not teaching the girls ballet,i’m teaching heels choreography to a group of woman….mhm…just how much did you see exactly?” the way her cheeks turned bright pink was the sweetest thing….what if ? what if she had the same crush on me than i had on her ? would it be so bad ? it certainly didn’t feel bad to me.

so fuck it. i’m saying what i think.

“enough to know that you are intensely talented and…beautiful.”

she gasped softly and my heart started pounding,what if i has read all of this wrongly?

“shit..sorry i wasn’t planning on saying that…i don’t want to make you uncomfortable,i’m going to go. thank you again so much.”

i needed to get out of here. right now.

“no m.cam..rafe..it’s okay…thank you….i love heels dancing for that…it…it made me feel beautiful and powerful. it’s a great form of expression.”

the way she was looking at me with her big beautiful bambi eyes made me realize that no. i had not misread the situation. she wanted me too,if i listen to her body language or..her thighs clenching together.

“i’m happy to hear that…you shouldn’t feel anything other than that.” she shouldn’t feel anything than the goddess she was.

i couldn’t help but look at her and at her beautiful full pink lips….what would she taste like? i wanted to find out so bad but before…

“listen….would it be okay if i crossed boundaries even more by asking you to have dinner with me ?”

“i don’t know m.cameron…is it a date ?”

fuck yes,hell i’m asking for mariage.

“if you want it to be…i want it to be.”

“yes”,she responded so fast,smiling so brightly.

fuck,she was beautiful,i wanted to make her smile forever,to maker her laugh.

“perfect…i am not going to tell soph anything yet…she’s just been so crazy lately,always reminding me how beautiful you were and how…single you were. i think if she knows that you accepted my dinner offer,she is going to die of happiness.”

she laughed loudly,the sound making my heart jump.

“has she been playing the matchmaker?”

that she has,yes.

“yeah….she really has…when are you free for the date?”

“my class on friday night got suspended so i’m free.”

perfect,all mine.

“perfect,i send a driver here to come pick you up…i think you might not want me to know where you live just yet…you know,first date rules and all.”

as much as i wanted to kiss her and push her until she was pressed between me and the wall and gently push her legs around my waist —fuck her legs would look gorgeous wrapped around me— i needed to go slow. both for her and for me. i will not make the same mistakes.

“yeah thanks rafe. i see you friday ?”

“yes,love,you’ll see me on friday. have a nice dance class tonight….”

and i’m going to spend the rest of my night thinking about her dancing like that again but this time,just for me.

“thanks.”

hope u loved it ♡ English is not my first language so i apologize for any mistakes <3

notes : should i make this like a little universe ? when any of you can like give headcanons,requests prompt….bcause i had so much fun writing it <3 i don’t think i’m going to make it a serie but more like writing randomly about them. sight …i love single!dad!rafe ♡

Eddie: Ok, so, nickname for Nancy, what are we thinking? Personally, I'm leaning towards "Ripley". Badass, fierce, and a good soul. Yeah?

Steve: Come on man, it's gotta be "Hotshot".

Nancy: Really? The best you could come up with is "Hotshot"?

Steve: It's accurate! You're an attractive woman and your aim with a gun is amazing!

Robin: I'd call her "Mommy".

Eddie, Steve, and Nancy: *All slowly turn towards Robin*

Robin: *Hit with realisation* Oh... I said that out loud... Didn't I?

Nancy: *With THOSE dom eyes* Oh yeah you did.

historical hoe || ryomen sukuna x f! reader

summary: 10/10 cuddle sesh ruined when you remember your man was basically for the streets in his past life. ugh, what a whore.

content: fluff, established relationship, my boy sukuna is just confused, crackfic?? idk i might make this my brand atp 😭 word count: 1k

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It started off as a nice lil cosy night. You were nestled in between Sukuna’s legs, the low hum of a movie playing in the background - neither of you were really paying attention. His fingers lazily traced circles into your hip, his chest rising and falling against your back. Realistically, you should’ve taken advantage of this rare occasion, you should’ve been basking in this softness. Because everything was fine. Perfect, even.

Until it wasn’t. 

The sudden thought hits you like a truck. How dare he? 

You stiffen instantly, expression souring as your brows knit together, lips pushing into a pout. A loud, frustrated sigh escapes you, making your displeasure very clear. Sukuna notices the dramatic shift in your mood - because, although he won’t admit it, he pays very close attention to you. His fingers still, eyes flicking down to you. “The hell’s wrong with you?”

Silence.

“Oi.”

More silence.

His crimson eyes narrow, patience slowly wearing thin. “You were fine not even 5 seconds ago. The fuck is your problem, brat?” The question is punctuated with a squeeze on your waist.

Eyes still fixed onto the TV screen, you mutter something under your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear. 

“Hah? Stop mumbling, use your words.”

You finally look up, glaring at him with all the fury you can muster, and repeat yourself, this time loud and clear. “Whore.”

Sukuna blinks. “Excuse me.” 

“Whore.” You scoff, arms crossing.

Sukuna stares at you, clearly trying to process what the hell just came out of your mouth, brows twitching. “The fuck did you just call me?”

“You heard me, whore,” you repeat, voice dripping with betrayal as you scoot away from him like his whorish tendencies were contagious. His expression shifts from confusion to one of mild amusement. “And what exactly did I do to earn that title?”

You whipped around, eyes blazing, “OH I DON’T KNOW?? Maybe the fact that you had like 300 concubines in your past life??” 

He does nothing for a few seconds, brain still buffering before he bursts out laughing. 

Yeah, you just made Sukuna, King of Curses laugh. Truly, you would have been admiring your exceptional feat if you weren’t currently so disgusted by him. 

“Woman, there’s no way you’re mad about some shit that happened centuries ago.”

You gasp loudly, hand flying to your chest like he had just admitted to killing a room full of puppies (which, knowing him, isn’t entirely impossible - but still.) “So you’re not denying it??” 

This man(whore) just stares at you, still baffled at your outburst. “...huh?”

You, on the other hand, were on the brink of losing it. “So, you cheated on me.”

His eye twitched, “You weren’t even fucking alive at the time.” 

You just scoff, shaking your head in utter regret and disappointment, “For the streets before my birth is crazyyy.”

A deep, exhausted sigh makes your head snap up to him, your eyes narrowing as if daring him to try and speak. He would later wish he hadn’t, but alas - he did. 

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? ME? I’M the one being ridiculous?? Sorry, remind me which one of us was out there entertaining an entire fucking harem?” You rolled your eyes, the scorn in your voice evident now. He pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly tired of your antics - which, in your mind, were completely valid. 

“Babe, it was a thousand years ago.” This man really needs to learn how to shut his mouth. 

“Oh, so that makes it okay then?” You counter, eyebrows raising accusingly. 

“That’s not what I-”

“You really expect me to be out here cuddling you, knowing you were practically a historical hoe?”

His mouth drops open, at a complete loss for words - look at that, your second feat of the night that you could have been celebrating but noooo your boyfriend just had to be a bop before society even invented the word. 

“What the fuck…” 

And then it hits you. The real tragedy. Yet another scandalised gasp leaves you, your face one of pure horror.

“Oh my god,” you immediately scrambled to the opposite side of the bed, practically pressing yourself against the wall, voice dropping to a whisper. “I was laying on whore thighs.” 

He could only groan, dragging a hand down his face in absolute despair. “I swear to every god out there, I will throw you out of this fucking room.” 

“You probably used that exact line on all your concubines. You didn’t even have one. No, you had MULTIPLE. I can’t believe this. How greedy can one get.”

“Oh my fucking god.” 

You decide you've officially had enough of staring at his stupidly handsome face, so you turn your back to him, facing the wall like a petulant child. Your eyes immediately land on the pictures of you both scattered around, and you barely manage to muffle a scream. “Don’t talk to me.”

This time, his groan was accompanied by both hands dragging down his face. “You cannot be serious right now.” 

You didn’t move. You didn’t even acknowledge him. 

You were determined to see this silent treatment through. 

Sukuna exhales through his nose, closing his eyes for a brief moment to try and fathom exactly what the fuck had just happened. Before you know it, a strong arm snakes around your waist, effortlessly yanking you back into his chest. “Enough.” He murmurs. 

“No,” you grumble, still pouting. “Go back to your little harem.”

“They’re dead.”

“Oh, so now I’m just a replacement.”

He rolls his eyes, tucking your head under his chin as his thumb draws small comforting circles on your hip. “Woman, I swear-” He mumbled. “You know damn well you’re the only one I give a shit about now. Behave.” 

You mumbled something incoherent into his chest, still sulking (although the way you immediately melted in his embrace said otherwise). But when you felt his lips press against the top of your head, soft and lingering, you supposed you maybe could let this slide… for now.

“...still a whore.”

“For fuck’s sake, I should have just stayed single.”

ᯓ★ notes from star: this idea came to me during a lecture. i was fighting demons to not start writing then but i didnt want anyone seeing 😭 as always, comments and reblogs appreciated!!

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steve: this food is too hot... i can't eat it.

billy: you’re very hot, and i still eat you

everyone at the table: *silence*

robin: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

eddie: one dinner... i just want ONE DINNER!

“ she said she was struggling with her anatomy homework, so i offered to help! ”

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ medical student!suguru geto x f!reader / nsfw — mdni / pillow humping / oral (m -> f) + fingering + snowballing / praise + petnames / raw sex / slight breeding + creampie / dacryphilia / dedicated 2 ma resident sugu luvrs @atsumeii @getosbunny @shadowsorceress / 1.6k wc ♱ masterlist.

med student!suguru, who you'd met in ANAT 2LL3— your human anatomy course— and garnered feelings for almost instantly. with his long black hair often kept up in a bun, pretty eyes that turned crescent-mooned whenever he flashed you that infectious smile of his, and a deep laugh that had your heart beating in your abdomen, it was hard not to. as shameful as it made you feel— it was especially hard not to grind your bare cunny down against your pillow at the thought of his soft pink lips on your clit and his silver-clad fingers knuckles deep inside your walls, the baritone rumbling of his voice playing in your mind on loop distracting you from your studies and keeping you up far too late at night.

med student!suguru, who took quite a liking to you too— to the shy smiles you’d send him whenever he caught your gaze, to the slight peek of your tongue pushing past your lips as you'd furiously scribble down notes in lecture, to the coquettish lilt in your voice whenever you’d greet him by that cute nickname you gave him—but it’s the way you meekly tug on his shirt and bat your lashes at him that sends his brain into overdrive. he knows you’re just trying to get his attention, but the act of your fingers grappling at his sleeve and whining out that you need his help evokes some carnal desire in him that makes him want to break you; to break you and then baby you, kissing the tears off your cheeks as he tells you just how good you’re being for him.

med student!suguru, who, after hearing you tell him how worried you are for the final exam, offers to study with you— his warm palm a reassuring grip on your thigh and voice honeyed when he asks, “why don’t you let me take some stress off of you?”

med student!suguru, who invites you to his dormitory to study, and it’s when he pats down the empty space on his bed next to him that you realize you may not get much studying done tonight. everything goes smooth sailing at first— he’s coaxing cute giggles from you when he draws skeletons over your hand and up your arm to help you memorize the name of each bone, ligament, tendon, and muscle— but his marker is quick to get replaced by the tips of his fingers when he gets to your neck, the cold tips of his digits sending chills down your spine as they leave lingering touches across your collarbone and down your sternum.

med student!suguru, who keeps his mauve irises locked onto the way your lashes flutter and your lips part as he calmly palms your breast, the pad of his thumb innocently skimming over a pebbled nipple through your thin shirt. his ministrations have you keening into his touch, soft whines escaping your throat as your thighs squeeze shut and a fire begins to burn in the pit of your stomach. a single, hushed "please" falls from your lips onto his ears, and it's all he needs to hear before his mouth latches onto your neck, kisses and licks followed by mutters of the names of each artery and vein that lie under the supple skin there heating up your insides.

med student!suguru, who skips eight chapters worth of testable content when he jumps from structural to female reproductive anatomy. his fingers make hasty work to pull off his hoodie as his lips travel south, leaving dark bruises along his trail until he reaches the waistband of your skirt and his torso is bracketed in between your legs. his eyes scan over your face, and god, you look so pretty from this angle— with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and restless fingers bunching up the cotton fabric by your side, cunny clenching around nothing in a search for something to alleviate the tension building up in your core. and before you know it, suguru's getting on his elbows and placing the backs of your knees atop his shoulders, balmy palms running the far-too short skirt you were wearing up your thighs to bunch up at your waist.

med student!suguru, who can smell the arousal emanating off of you when he’s greeted by your now soaked, panty-clad cunny in front of his face. his lips are puckered up against the swell of your clit over the damp fabric, the edges curving into a smirk when desperate mewls and choked breaths fall onto his ears. he’s quick to heed your inarticulate requests, deftly pushing your panties to the side with his index and middle fingers, running them up and down your folds to collect the milky essence that’s started to seep out of you. entranced by the stringy strand of residue that connects the pads of his fingers to your clit when he pulls back— he replaces them with his nose as he gently prods the swollen nub, lips grazing over your slick warmth, “gonna let me have a taste of you, pretty girl?”

med student!suguru, who, after hearing your drawn-out whines of agreement, wastes no time in pressing his tongue flat against your drooling hole and licking a long, slow stripe from the base all the way up to your clit— anatomy notes long forgotten as they get shuffled off the bed. he watches through hooded eyes at the way your lips twist and contort to release breathy moans of his name— the neediness lacing your voice sending cold flames up his body. a tease is what he is, the deliberate strokes of his tongue sheathed in your cunny driving you up the walls as you grapple with the dark roots of his hair trapped in between your fingers, losing all sense of sanity as you feel the burning in the pit of your stomach start to grow unbearably hot.

med student!suguru, whose cock twitches and heart swells at your tiny, broken whimpers of, “wanna cum— wanna cum on your cock, sugu’”. he grins at the realization of how you have him wrapped so tightly around you finger, pulling away from your leaking cunny almost immediately when your words fall onto his ears. he admires the thin sheen of sweat covering your half-bare frame as he leans back on his haunches and pulls his cock out of his slacks, letting it slap up against your abdomen— thumbs pressing down on the tip where it meets your skin, “look how deep you can take me, doll… gonna fill you up nice ‘nd tight.”

med student!suguru, who kisses you deeply after eating you out, tossing the remnants of your slick from his tongue onto yours while he eases his length inside your slick cunny. his cream-stained fingers wipe away the tears that pool at the corners of your eyes before they have the chance to spill over your lash line and he dotes on you, sweet praise whispered into your ears about how beautiful you look with your glazed-over eyes, how good your walls feel around him, how you’re an angel on earth— but it all goes past your head as the only thing you can make out behind your wracked sobs is suguru speaking in tongues.

med student!suguru, whose hands are gentle on your face, but whose hips tell a different story. his thrusts begin slow and calculated, drawing you out to your limits before you begin to claw at his back and your body breaks into trembles beneath him. and then he’s rocking and grinding into your cunny almost dizzyingly fast, the bulbous head of his cock prodding the one spongy spot inside you that makes you burst in no time— arousal coating his groin while your walls clamp down on him and keep his full length locked in place, “you hear that? your greedy lil’ cunt’s suckin’ me in so good— fuck— she’s all mine, yeah?”

med student!suguru, whose stomach twists at your broken cries and the mindless, almost incomprehensible words that leave your lips— the sheer girth of his cock leaving you feeling full— too full to think straight. suguru thinks he's doing okay, thinks he can hold out for a while longer, but when you begin to babble "cum in me, cum in me, cum in me—" repeatedly, as if it were some mantra— the thin rope of restraint keeping him together snaps before he's able to realize it. he empties his load inside your womb with erotically slow thrusts, savouring every drag of your wet walls along his twitching cock as he's milked dry.

med student!suguru, who pulls your lace panties back up your legs after he’s done, eyeing the slowly growing wet patch on your crotch— a result of his thick seed seeping out of you, little dribbles of it dripping down your thighs. before he has a chance to lick it off, you reposition yourself on your elbows and knees in front of him; he watches, bewitched by the slight wiggle of your hips as you arch your back and wrap your palm around his still-hard cock, sucking in air at how it jumps at your touch. his head lolls back as you bring his tip to your pouty lips, thumbing off the final beads of cum that sit atop his slit, and he thinks the next words you say— seemingly unconniving and innocent— are enough to send him tumbling into another orgasm, “can you teach me male reproductive anatomy next?”

thx 4 reading i hope u luvd it ໒꒰ྀི∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩꒱ྀིა reblogs + comments r so appreciated <3

Sweet Pea

Ari Levinson hates people— except for you. But if he hates people why is he letting that girl at the bar talk to him? And why are you jealous? And why do you want him to **** your ***** until you’re *******?

Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: 18+, degradation, size kink, dumbification, possessiveness, spit, spanking, pussy slapping, exhibition, jealousy, creampie, praise

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“He’s so fucking big,” the woman gasps. The group around her nods in agreement, their eyes dancing over to Ari who was hurdling darts at a target, drink in one hand as he aims with the other.

You raise an eyebrow, already knowing how this was about to go down.

“You should go talk to him,” the woman’s friend encourages. “He’s been alone all night, I’m sure he’s dying for someone to come up to him.”

The woman grins as she sifts through her purse, pulling out a mirror to re-apply her deep red lipstick before fixing her dress and heading straight towards Ari.

Snorting, you await for the crash and burn she would soon ensue. She’d be lucky to even get out a “no thanks,” from him. Usually he’d just shake his head before taking a longgg sip of whiskey until they got the hint and left.

But to your surprise, she never came back. Instead you heard the distinct sound of heavy laughter. Quickly you look up, face dropping at the sight of Ari and the woman giggling. Her hand slid across his shoulder as he pulls out a seat for her to sit.

“You’ve gotta be fucking with me,” you grit.

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Tension

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Fem!Sinclair!Reader

Summary: You've always noticed the longing looks and the sexual tension between your best friend Eddie and your boyfriend Steve. Now, you've orchestrated an elaborate scheme to get them to take action.

Warnings: Threesome, Praise kink, Top!Eddie, Bottom!Steve, Creampie, slight breeding kink, Oral(f+m receiving), Anal(f+m receiving), double penetration, Dom!Eddie, female masturbation, handjob, Dom!Steve.

Your boyfriend Steve and your best friend Eddie had the same amount of sexual tension you and Steve had when you first met. You noticed the glances, longing looks, the licking of lips and the abnormal breathing when they were around each other. It didn't make you jealous--no. In fact, it turned you on. Your boyfriend and best friend had a little crush.

When you brought it up to them, they'd get extra defensive and deny it but you knew better. You weren't stupid.

You didn't blame Steve, Eddie was attractive. So attractive that you orchestrated an elaborate scheme. Your best friend had a key to your house and you invited him over at 8. At that time, Steve would already be over and you'd be doing the deed and your family would be out of town. Your plan was to get Eddie to catch you then join or watch. It may not work but it was a worth a shot.

Steve cupped your cheek as he kissed your lips passionately.

"God, you're so pretty, ya know that?" he beamed.

You rolled your eyes playfully. Of course you knew, he reminded you everyday.

His hands went to your bra clad breasts, groping them through the material before pulling it and throwing it aside.

"My beautiful girl," he breathed. His warm mouth engulfed your nipple and your back arched into it as he played with your nipple and flicked it with his tongue. The old clock on your nightstand read 8:00, Eddie would arrive soon.

You massaged Steve's bulge as he focused on your breasts, switching between both to suck.

"Fuck, need to taste you sweetheart," he said. Your underwear was soaked. You laid flat on your back and allowed him to roughly rip it off and throw it in the corner of your room.

"I'll buy you a matching set," he laughed. He knelt down between your legs and spread them, practically drooling at the sight. He could never get tired of you being so wet for him.

He kissed then sucked your slick thighs, savoring your sweet taste that had trailed onto them.

A loud moan left your lips as soon as his tongue connected with your clit. He licked it teasingly before moving down to your glistening entrance and circling it with his tongue.

Once Eddie stepped into your house, he heard whimpering. He thought you or maybe Erica had gotten hurt and he quickly moved to your room where the sound was coming from but as he inched closer, the nature of the whimpers came to light.

Your bedroom door was wide open and there you were, propped up on your elbows and moaning Steve's name as he ate you out. Steve faced away from the door so he didn't see when Eddie arrived but you did. His face went ghost white before becoming bright red. Fingers tangled in Steve's hair, you grinded your pussy on his mouth and came undone, right then and there with your best friend staring at you.

Steve lapped at your juices like a starved man, the sounds he made making Eddie cheeks heat up.

"Would you like to join Ed?" you asked innocently.

Just as you said that, Steve stopped and whipped his head around. Now, it was his turn to be as red as a tomato.

Eddie opened his mouth so say something but no words came out so instead, he nodded. He was absolutely flustered and it was adorable.

The tension was back as Eddie and Steve started at each other longingly.

"Oh for fucks sake, you guys totally like each other. Do something about it, I don't mind," you chuckled.

Steve looked at you for silent approval and you gestured towards your bestfriend. Steve moved towards him, first locking the door and pinning Eddie against it. He smashed his lips against his and Eddie immediately melted into it.

"F-fuck, I've been wanting to do that for so long," Steve said into the kiss.

"Me too," Eddie replied, cupping his cheek.

Eddie slipped his tongue in, moving it around with Steve's and they both moaned. You couldn't help but slip your fingers down to your pussy. You were dripping onto the sheets. The sight before you made you wetter than you'd ever imagined.

As they continued to explore each other's mouths, you rubbed gentle circles on your clit. Pleasure coursed through your veins though not as intense as when Steve did it.

Steve took control, pulling Eddie's jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. Eddie was huge. Steve grabbed ahold of his hard cock and stroked it. You slipped two fingers inside your pussy, finger fucking yourself to your boyfriend giving your best friend a handy.

"S-Steve," Eddie moaned. His legs were jelly but Steve kept him pressed against the door and moved his lips to his neck. He found that sweet spot that made Eddie whimper, almost like he knew his body like the back of his hand.

Steve nipped and sucked, leaving deep red marks as he continued to fist Eddie's cock faster.

"Shit, need to cum so bad," Eddie whimpered, feeling his cock twitch. Your fingers sped up, matching Steve's pace and curling your fingers inside your cunt.

As soon as Eddie came undone, so did you. Your back arched and your pussy clenched around your fingers as you watched Steve milk Eddie of all he had. Steve licked the white cum from off his hand then came over to you, putting his fingers into your mouth. You sucked them off, humming when you tasted your best friend's cum.

"So sweet Eddie," you groaned. You gestured for him to come over to you and he obeyed. He eagerly took your fingers into his mouth and sucked your juices clean off.

As much as you wanted them to fuck while you watched, you needed them both.

"Need both of you inside me," you whined. They seemed to have gotten the message and Eddie laid on the bed. Steve pushed you to straddle him and he came up behind you, kicking off his pants and boxers.

"Gonna fuck you so good sweetheart. If at anytime you want us to stop, say so, alright?" You nodded and they both positioned their cocks at your entrances.

Steve scooped up your juices from your pussy and spread it over and inside your puckered hole.

They both kept their hands on your hips and wasted no time in thrusting inside you. You had never felt so full. Their paces were the same, thrusting inside your holes slowly so you could feel every inch and vein. All you could do was whimper and moan as their grips on you tightened, surely to leave black and blue bruises.

You fell flat on top of Eddie's body, allowing them both to use you however they pleased.

"So tight and wet isn't she?" Steve smirked, slapping your ass.

Eddie nodded, feeling your cunt clench around him. His groans into your ear pushed you closer to your release.

At the base of Steve's cock was a ring of cream and he dipped his finger in it and put it to his lips.

"Cum- need to cum," was all you managed to say before you moaned a hybrid of their names and squirted onto Eddie's cock. They continued fucking you through your high, the pleasure almost too much.

"Cum inside her," Steve growled, his cock hardening inside your gaping ass even more.

Eddie's thrusts grew more frantic, powerful, as he chased his orgasm. The thought of his warm seed filling you up made your walls clamp around their cocks and it sent the both of them over the edge.

"Shit, you're such a good girl, such a good boy," Steve moaned as he and Eddie came inside your holes simultaneously. The feeling of warmth being spurted into both of your holes was enough to make you cum again and you gripped the sheets tightly until your knuckles turned white.

After catching your breath, you rolled off Eddie's body.

"I wanna see you fuck him," you said, turning to Eddie, "fuck him as good as you fucked me."

Steve's cock throbbed at the thought and Eddie's eyes darkened with lust.

Steve bent over on the bed and you positioned yourself under him, moving down to his cock while Eddie was behind him, stroking himself. He used the precum to lubricate Steve's hole and his own cock.

"You ready baby?" you asked, from under him, stroking his large, hard dick. He nodded desperately and as he did, Eddie slowly pushed into his hole.

It was painful at first seeing as this was his first time doing anal.

"So tight," Eddie lowly muttered and Steve moaned in response. When he began adjusting to his size, Eddie's pace quickened and his fingernails dug deep into Steve's hips.

"Suck his dick," he demanded and you eagerly obliged.

You took ahold of Steve's leaking cock and guided into your mouth. You suctioned your lips as he whimpered on top of you.

"Tell us how good it feels," Eddie demanded.

Steve could barely form a word, he was too caught up in pleasure. You swirled your tongue around the mushroom tip before taking him down your throat and bobbing your head faster.

Steve winced as Eddie's ring clad hand came down on his ass with a stinging slap. "I said, tell us how good it feels."

"F-feels so good, so so good, gonna cum Eddie," Steve sobbed.

"Good boy," Eddie whispered.

He gripped Steve's hair, pulling him roughly back against his chest, making his cock slip from your mouth with a loud pop. He wrapped his hand around his neck, the cold rings making Steve shiver.

"I didn't tell you to stop doll, keep sucking his dick until he cums," Eddie said, sternly.

You obeyed him, going on your knees with your ass in the air and sucking Steve's throbbing cock.

"Fuck, gonna cum inside your ass baby," Eddie moaned.

You bobbed your head as fast as you could, matching Eddie's pace before Steve spurted into your mouth. Eddie came soon after, releasing inside Steve's ass before pulling out and letting you clean him off with your tongue.

You swallowed both their seeds happily and you all collapsed on the bed, panting. Steve spooned Eddie while Eddie spooned you and drew circles on your hand.

Not a word needed to be said, you all laid there in comfortable silence until peaceful sleep came upon you. Your plan had worked.

A/N: This was rushed but I hope you guys liked it😭Literally obsessed with them both, reblog, like, requests are open and not my gif xx

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