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Brooklyn’s Sweetheart

Summary: Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut (some of which is dubcon), Dark!themes, abuse, drinking, drug use, mobster activities, etc.

A/N: I started this story on AO3 first (you can read it here), but now I have decided to post it here as well! It does feature Dark!Bucky and Dark!Steve, and it does get pretty dark and abusive and twisted, so please don’t read if that isn’t your thing! I will have more specific warnings at the start of every chapter!

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“Sweetheart,” Steve pins her with a sharp look, that muscle in his jaw ticking, “Don’t make this harder on yourself.”

“You said not to go out the front door,” she says defiantly, lips set in a pout, “You didn’t say anything about the window.”

Bucky is immediately on edge from the dark, feral look in Steve’s eyes. Without warning, Steve grabs her by the upper arm, dragging her over to the sofa, and yanking her down to lay over his lap. She’s too shocked for anything to come out of her mouth except for an indignant little shriek.

“If you want to act like a little brat,” Steve growls, “Then I’m sure as shit gonna treat you like one.” He looks up at Bucky, who is still standing in the middle of the living room. “How many, Buck?”

“How many?”

“How many times should I spank her? How many does she deserve?”

Well, Bucky has to stop and think that one through.

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Pairing: Husband!chris x reader

Content warnings: fluff, extreme mentions of sex, talks of children/futures, SMUT!! (breeding, rough penetration)

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: I read four books these last months, I’m giving you guys all I’ve learned. So sorry for the wait, school and depression don’t go well, but I had to fit Chris in. It’s not as explicit as some smuts but it’s sweet. ENJOY! masterlist

It’s been months since we’ve seen our friends. Jason and Layla had a baby, Abel, last September and he turned a year old not too long ago. We couldn’t make it to the party, unfortunately, but we planned to surprise them (despite having already checked if they were free the day we planned to go).

Chris left the party city with a “Happy Birthday” balloon and wrapping paper PJ Masks themed.

As Chris drove I wrapped the gift we already had for the baby. It wasn’t the best, but on the road, it was the best it was going to get. I should’ve told Chris to buy a gift bag.

Layla and Abel were already outside when we arrived. Her smile widened as we got out the car. On her hip was the little bub we hadn’t seen in so long.

“Hiiiii!” I dragged out, giving them both huge hugs.

“Say hi, Abel.” She picked up his small hand and he babbled a Hi and other nonsense I didn’t understand. My heart swooned. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist and crouched low enough to make faces at Abel.

“Oh you’re huge now!” He says, tickling his side. Abel gave a smile but it quickly faltered. He shuffled off his mom’s hip and grabbed her hand as he made his way to the door, wobbly like his head was too heavy for his body.

“Please come in.” Layla says, relentlessly drawn by her one year old. “Jason’s on a grocery run, told him to pick up some sushi on the way. Have you guys eaten?”

“No, not yet.”

“Perfect.”

We spent the next thirty minutes laughing and sitting back. Chris played with Abel, mindlessly bored without Jason here; but he still added his feedback like he was paying attention to our conversation while he raced toy cars with Abel. I knew him enough that he probably was listening, just not enough to not give any attention to the child.

That’s what I liked about him.

The front door sprung open, followed by a knock. “Hey! Hey!” Jason greeted a with a big smile, grocery bags and a six pack juggling in his hands.

Both Abel and Chris looked up with identical happy smiles.

Abel lifted himself on one knee and lopsidedly crawled across the floor to his dad. By then, Jason put the groceries on the table and outstretched his arms to catch his baby. He swung him up and threw him into the air until Abel giggled.

It suddenly made me think of Chris and how he’s like with his nieces and nephews; how he could possibly be with his own.

“Chris! Y/n!”

I stood up and followed after Chris. They shared a brotherly hug and I gave him a greeting kiss on the cheek.

“I’ve got beers, wine, sushi. Please, make yourselves at home.”

I couldn’t deny that I missed this— hanging with our friends and catching up on our lives, sharing funny stories and choking on our food from how much laughter we brought out of each other.

After Abel fell asleep and the loud fun was over, Layla sent the guys off to Jason’s man-cave, desperately needing me alone.

“Sooooo,” she says. It’s one of those dragged out so’s that means she’s expecting news. She has me stretched out, shoeless feet on the couch, glass of wine in hand, and a toy I can’t seem to grasp poking at the small of my back.

I steal a cracker from the half-eaten tray in front of us and smile just to give her the same energy. “Sooooo.”

She laughs. “You’re not gonna tell me what’s up!”

“What do you mean?” I laughed.

“You’re not pregnant.”

My eyes flung wide. “No— oh god, do I look pregnant?”

“No, I’m just saying you and Chris look…” she searched for the word.

“What?” I got nervous with every second of silence.

“Healthy.”

I could feel my eyes brows raise unconsciously. Did we not look healthy before?

Like she read my mind, she followed after her sentence quickly. “I don’t mean you didn’t look healthy before, I’m just saying you look so happy, so gleeful and bright. Just thought you had exciting news, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m not pregnant.” I answer, seriously so she wouldn’t think otherwise. “But Chris and I are happy, incredibly so. And very healthy.”

She hummed and nodded like she wasn’t fully convinced I wasn’t telling her everything. “Tell me about the anniversary.” She grabbed a cracker from the tray.

A grin grew on my face.

She looked up at me and her smile matched mine. “Uh oh, I know that face. What’d he do? Because he didn’t knock you up, that’s for sure.”

I pushed her shoulder and she laughed.

I smiled, “We just ate dinner the two of us,” I smiled wider, “then he went down on me like five times.”

She laughed like a school girl and suddenly I felt like a teenager again.

“Then it was just the best sex of my life.”

“Oh. My. God. Every detail, now.”

“Hard, rough, so much dirty talk— he kept talking about how pretty I would look with his baby inside of me— I have never cummed so hard and so fast, Lay, I’m serious.”

She laughed hysterically, I hushed her like she forgot her child was sleeping upstairs. She covered her mouth and scooted closer like she had a secret.

“I remember me and Jason’s anniversary.” Her eyes widened. “Last year. That’s when Abel was conceived.”

“You’re kidding.”

She shook her head.

“That’s why I thought maybe you were— I don’t know.” She looked down at my stomach. I patted it and shook my head.

“Well, I’m not.”

There was a shift in energy, I wasn’t sure why. The excitement was sucked from us and the air grew thick.

She knew better than me, her face showed it.

“Have you talked to him about kids?”

“I mean, obviously. We just- we’ve both been busy, there’s not enough time to think about it too much. We just know we want them, yknow.”

She nodded.

She poked my side and set her wine aside.

“You should tell him.”

“What exactly?”

She drops her head on my shoulder and hugs me. “That you want one now.”

Did I want one now, though? A child that would give us ten times more responsibilities than we have?…

I do. I look at Layla and all the toys on the floor. I look at every bit of evidence that proves they have a bundle of joy, and envy it. I do want it. I want it bad, and I want it now.

“Ok.” I tell her.

It’s dark out now. Chris has Billy Joel low, humming along to some of the songs as he drives. But I keep thinking about what Layla said and reimagine that night of our anniversary: instead of him pulling out, he fills me with his warm cum.

I crave it more now, to the point where my legs close shut for a small sense of relief.

Slowly, his hand cascaded along my thigh. I looked at him and he smiled, glancing back and forth from the road.

“You okay? You’ve been a bit quiet since we left.”

“Just feel a bit tired, that’s all.”

Confusion fled his face.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

We entered the garage and he shut the engine off, but he grabbed my knee again before I could get up.

“Baby-“ I looked back at him and smiled, but his eyes told he saw through my facade. He always could. “Something’s on your mind, talk to me.”

“…Over some wine and cereal?”

He rolled his eyes but smiled. “As long as you talk to me!”

“I will, promise.” I kissed his cheek.

Once inside, we went our separate ways: Chris to our bedroom, and me to the kitchen. Dodger kept circling around my legs every time I opened a new cabinet. He was looking for treats; I was looking for a cup and some wine.

I got two glasses and poured 1982 Pavillon Rouge wine, it was one of the good ones we had stored at the very top.

Then, I felt his hand. His soft, large hands circle around my waist and push me against him. His lips grazed under my ear and I let him see through me. I shut my eyes and let every guard I put up for myself turn into liquid. I wanted him to know everything, let him have control over me, do everything he wanted and more.

“You wanna talk to me now?” He grumbled against my neck, pressing a chaste kiss there before pulling back and turning my head to his. His fingers were delicate under my chin, but I didn’t look at him.

He turned me by the waist but didn’t let me leave him, he pressed me right back into his chest.

“Look at me, baby.”

I opened my eyes.

“Tell me.”

“Chris,” the words seemed so simple but somehow felt so difficult . It’s just Chris, I reminded myself— my comfort, my love, my husband; I love him, I want this with him, I want him to give this to me.

I said his name again. He kissed my head and cheek then looked back into my eyes.

Please, it’s just me, they said.

“I want a baby.” The tightness left my chest and he smiled.

“You know how much I love you, right?” He asked.

I knew, but I had a feeling he was going to tell me regardless.

He kissed my lips so hard I thought they would bruise by the end of it.

“I love you so much,”—he kissed them again— “you don’t understand just how long I’ve been waiting to give you this—“ again. “to get you pregnant—“ again. “to see you big and full of my baby—“ again and again and again.

I was smiling like an idiot now.

“God.” He murmured breathlessly against my lips.

Somewhere between one sip of wine and making our way up the stairs to our bedroom, our clothes were being pulled off one by one.

His lips traveled up and down my bare shoulder, his hand caressed my breast, the other my ass, and all I could do was breathe him in and pull his hair to show him he’s doing all the right things.

He knows, though. He always knows.

His lips went up to mine, he took them between his, softer and more sensual than the last.

He hiked my legs to wrap over his waist and he positioned himself. I felt him on me, his bare tip brushing my slit. He looked at me and smiled, I smiled back— then I moaned.

“Chris!” I grabbed his arm. “Fuck.”

He was fully inside me, digging into everywhere I needed. He kissed my knee with a furrow in his brows. Then he pulled out, now only inches in me.

“How much do you want this?” He asked.

“So much.”

He thrusted back into me and groaned under his breath.

“How much?”

“Fuck, Chris, so much.” And again, he pulled out and thrusted back in.

“Yeah?”

I could already feel myself losing my voice. I nodded and looked at him, right above me. He kissed my swollen lips then kissed my head.

“I’ll give it to you, Y/n. I’ll give you anything you want and more— Fuck, I could give you the world if I could. You deserve it, you deserve it so much.”

He fucked me, hard, slow, fast. His lips went to my neck, shoulders, cheeks, forehead, lips, and ears. And his hands pinched my ass, waist, and thighs. He gave me every bit of love he could express through this while he finished inside me and gave me what I wanted.

I sighed, satisfied, wasted. He gave me his all, and three orgasms. I was wasted.

He pulled out of me, wearily.

His fingers touched my sticky thighs and went into me.

“What are you-“

“Gotta make sure it works.” He smirks with weary eyes. He was pushing every bit of cum that leaked out back into me before he licked his fingers off.

“Wait here.” He said as if I could move with how tired I was.

He came back with a wet towel and wiped me clean, he helped me up, sat me on the toilet and watched me pee.

He was smiling, I was smiling, but I wanted him to tell me what his reason for looking at me so dazed was.

“What?” I asked.

“I can’t wait.” He said. He leaned down to kiss me. “I can’t wait to meet her, spoil her, raise her with you. I can’t wait.”

“What makes you so sure it’ll be a girl?”

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping for someone like you; just as amazing, just as beautiful.” He kissed me.

The next morning, Chris insisted we make love again, just in case it didn’t work.

And all those attempts must’ve because only two weeks later were we staring down at a positive pregnancy test, kissing, crying, and already searching for baby names.

LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story ~ Masterlist

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“This will all sound cheesy, but I figure that if you’re reading this then you should already be prepared. This is the story of my family. Of our love, our losses, our sacrifices. Of how we fought to stay together, fought to survive. This is the story of Bailey Stark and the Avengers. This is my story.”

This story contains the movies: Avengers Age of Ultron, Captain America Civil War, Spider-Man Homecoming, Avengers Infinity War, Captain Marvel, and Avengers Endgame. It also has stories that happen in between the movies. 

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summary: Billy Hargrove needs a Queen and you need someone to help you get out of the hellhole that you are currently in as you move to Hawkins. It should be an easy and obvious solution, right?

Not, not even close. Because it doesn't matter if Billy keeps dreaming about you or that you think that if the sun and the sea had a love child it would look like Billy, you really hate each other's guts -at least, that's what you keep telling yourselves- until you are caught in a not so great position. literally. Lots of insults flying around, lots of lying to yourself, lots of fighting before ending up against a wall your lip inches away from his because that's what enemies do, right?

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prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three (scheduled a weeks from now- read early on my ko-fii!!!)

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Pornhub - JJ Maybank

Pairing- JJ Maybank x Reader

Plot- JJ and reader film a sex tape and the pogues stumble across it.

Warnings- Smut, consensual filming of sex, drinking, language.

(Gif credit to @borninobx )

“Can we film it?” JJ asks, you're situated on all fours with him currently buried deep inside of you. Your moans are cut short when you process what he’s asking.

“It stays between us yeah?” You smile, you didn’t mind filming it. You had before when JJ had to work away for a few weeks and he was ecstatic when you brought it up, he still uses it to get himself off to this day.

You assume he has his phone ready as you feel him thrust once more, his free hand gripping tightly around your waist to steady himself.

Bringing your hands around your back, you place them so his large hands can hold them together as though you're tied up. Your face pressed firmly into the mattress, your moans drowned out by the soft fabric of the duvet as he rams into you.

“JJ- switch” you breathe, you needed to be in charge now. He obliged and places his phone on the bedside table, You can see yourself perfectly in the screen. He lays flat and you straddle his hips, his erect cock sliding inside of you with ease.

The sound of your arousal against his cock causes you to roll your hips into him. One of his hands on your hip and the other around your throat, you bring your hand up to cling onto his wrist that’s around your throat while your other hand is placed slightly behind you, this new position causing his dick to hit your soft spongy sweet spot.

You're definitely over exaggerating your moans for the video but JJ doesn’t mind, his eyes are wild as he watched you ride him. He can feel your walls clenching around his dick with each roll of your hips. Your tits bounce harshly against your skin and he’s pulling himself up from the bed slightly to envelope his mouth around them.

You know you're close but you want to hold out a bit longer, you want to give a show for the camera. It excites you knowing he will go back and watch it when he’s alone and he’ll make himself cum from the sounds you make.

“Fuck JJ I-I’m so close, oh god” you squeal, you begin to grind into him harshly. The feeling of his hip bone jutting against your thigh knowing it will bruise the next day causes you to moan louder.

“Roll your hips baby, fuck me like you hate me” JJ growls, he’s pulling himself up and bringing you with him. He’s seated on the side of the bed with his feet on the ground, this seems to give him more room and strength to thrust up into you.

Your knees are situated on the edge of the bed as you use the mattress to bring yourself up and down on him. His needy hands massaging the skin of your ass as he guides you with him.

“Oh god, yes yes oh fuck” you scream, your orgasm takes over. Your body is tingly and your vision filled with white haze as you continue to rid him. You can feel his dick twitching inside of you as you come down.

“Fuck, Y/N jesus” JJ moans, his lips pressing kisses to your neck as he coats your walls with his cum. You both come to a slow stop as you gather your breath.

“Another one for the collection” you grin, reaching over to press stop on the camera. You push JJ back down onto the mattress and press your lips to his, it’s soft and sweet but so full of love.

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John B was throwing yet another get together at the chateau, it was low key so only the OG group plus Sarah had been invited.

Both you and JJ had only planned on staying for a few drinks as you wanted to head out on the boat early tomorrow morning. But that went down the drain when Sarah rocked up with her dads expensive whiskey, you were taking shots like your life depended on it.

You lay with your head in JJ’s lap as he argues back and forth with Pope over something stupid, you're eyes are closed and you're trying hard not to nod off to sleep. The effects of the alcohol hitting you much harder tonight.

You're so close to slumber when your leg starts to vibrate and your mobile phone begins to ring out, you groan out load and reach into the pocket of your playsuit.

“I’ll be back, it’s mum” you state, leaving a quick kiss to JJ’s cheek you rush out of the house and over towards the trees where it’s a lot quieter.

Back inside, JJ gets up to use the bathroom, Sarah is scrolling through the songs on JJ’s phone and putting the ones she wants next in queue. An idea comes to mind and she decides she wants to spam his phone with photos.

Sarah starts off with taking selfie’s before she calls Kie over and then the rest of the group, they must have taken over 50 stupid photos. On any normal day they wouldn’t do this but because they were shit faced they thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

Sarah goes back into the camera roll to check them out, she doesn’t realise she has swiped too far until the video starts playing and she jumps slightly at the sight on naked people on the phone.

“He saves his porn?” Sarah questions, and both John B and Pope rush back over to check it out. They are all laughing at the fact JJ downloads porn rather than just using pornhub.

“Wait guys” Pope speaks, his eyes focused on the small writing on the female wrists that have now been placed behind her back. “That says P4L” he states, his finger coming over to point at the small tattoo.

This gets Kie’s attention now and everyone’s crowded around the phone, just as John B is about to say something the camera moves and in full naked glory is JJ and Y/N fucking.

“Holy shit” Sarah screams, her hand fumbling with the phone and it falls to the ground. John B reaches down to grab it, his eyes still trained on his best friend going to town on Y/N.

“Why are we still watching?!” Pope yells, he too can’t seem to take his eyes off them. He would be lying if he said this shit could be on pornhub, it was that hot. He definitely would have this saved if it wasn’t his closest friends.

“What are you guys watching?” A voice calls from behind and John B quickly locks the phone sliding it across the bench. Everyone shrugs and quickly disperses.

“Nah nothing mate” John B says, clapping JJ on the back and pulling away from the kitchen where the phone was lying.

You walk back in and take a seat next to Sarah, her eyes widen when she realises who it is and you can’t help but scowl at her behaviour.

“You good?” You ask, she quickly nods and reaches for the bottle of whiskey taking a swift gulp followed by another. Your brows stay creased at her actions and you look over at JJ who also looks very confused as he talks to John B.

JJ pulls away from John B and walks over to his phone as the music dies out, Sarah winces as she realises she must not have put the music in queue properly. All eyes are on JJ as he unlocks his phone, they watch at his brows crease and suddenly the sounds of your moans fill the speakers.

“JJ!” You scream, you jump up so fast you lose your footing and trip over the coffee table. Pope tried to grab you before you hit the floor but he momentarily panics as his mind goes back to the video.

“So who was watching it?” JJ asks, his eyes scanning the room as he walks over to you, he pulls you to your feet and places his hand around your waist.

Your eyes are wide as you realise it wasn’t JJ who had accidentally put the video up, it was one of your friends who went snooping.

“SARAH!” Kie yells out, her hands coming up in defence as she backs off. You look over to Sarah who looks shocked that Kie would rat her out so quickly.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to! I was taking pictures and I just swiped! I thought it was porn!” Sarah cries, her hands coming up to hide her rosy cheeks. John B takes a seat next to her and squeezes her into his side.

“This is so embarrassing, but it’s okay Sarah” you smile, your cheeks are also tinted red as you look away from the group in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe they had seen JJ ram his dick into you multiple times.

“At least you guys look good, you could sell it on pornhub” John B laughs, earning a punch in the shoulder by JJ.

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summary: yelena belova wants revenge for her sister and y/n is, for the first time, able to give her word to someone she cares about and so she has a new mission: kill the winter soldier. Easy, right? no absolutely not, because the more that she tries to kill bucky, the closer he is to finding the assassin he can’t stop thinking about.

you would think that someone holding a knife against your throat would be enough for you to lose interest but apparently, it’s not on either y/n’s or bucky’s book. hating each other and lying to themselves isn't really nice and neither is being chased by old enemies while they have clandestine meetings, but what can they do about it?

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10*| Chapter 11 (scheduled for a week from latest update- read early on my ko-fi!!)

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CHRIS EVANS + Lightytear promo tour (2022).

In the more polite appropriate way possible...please let me sit on Vinnie’s face

Author: i- I couldn’t agree more tho

Warnings: smut

It’s genuinely five in the morning and you see the sun rising outside the window since you forgot to close the curtains. You furrow your brows as you hold onto the wall, one of your hands keeping your hair from falling in front of your eyes. Soft whimpers roll off your tongue followed by louder moans. You squeeze the grip on the piece of wood as you dare to look down. Vinnie is looking up at you, face between your legs and although you can’t really see his mouth you know he has his usual shit eating grin on. His hands grasp your thighs, on each side of his head as he tortures your throbbing core. Your legs have become jelly, it’s been hours since you’ve started and he won’t let you rest. It’s either him flipping you around or eating the shit out of you. His tongue collects the dripping juices from your slit as you cry out his name. ‘Please... oh shit, Vinnie...’ ‘uhm... what?’ ‘Fuck i- I cant’ you’re genuinely whining and tearing up as you feel the usual knot tightening in your stomach. You physically can’t keep it going but there’s no way you’re pushing him off you. You know all it would take him to step back is the keyword, your safe word but you are too overwhelmed by pleasure to actually stop. ‘U know the words, darlin...’ he murmurs against your lips and then starts to fuck you with his tongue. You hold onto the headboard with both of your hands, your hips start to move against his face and you genuinely can’t be quiet anymore. Loud moans and profanities escape your lips and you already know the others are going to make fun of you for the rest of your life, but at this point nothing seems to matter. Not when Vinnie has his tongue slipping in and out of you and looks at you as if he’s eating his last meal after being starved for weeks. ‘Feels good?’ He winks at you when he sees you almost sitting completely on his face. He wouldn’t mind but he knows you’re too scared to hurt him to do that. However he feels your thighs shaking so hard he’s not too sure you’re not going to give in. One of his hands makes its way up to your body, brushing against your stomach and cupping one of your breasts. His fingers pinch the nipple and you whine loudly. ‘Fuck yes... oh god don’t stop’ your hand drops down, on his hair and you really wanna pull it but also don’t want to overdo. The hand he had on your boob looks for yours and tangles it in his curls so you complies and he lets out a low groan, positioning his fingers around your nipple once again. ‘Taste so good, baby... Cant get tired of this pussy...’ you pull his hair more as you feel butterflies in your stomach. You really can’t believe how this man has you on your knees even when he’s clearly under you. ‘Vinnie... fuck... im close...’ you moan squeezing shut you eyes. He smirks and gives your clit a soft and harmless bite which leads you to widening your eyes and let out the loudest and most surprised moan ever. ‘Cum on my face then.’ He’s not telling you, he’s demanding. So you do. You finally let go and all the tension leaves your body as he laps up your slit as you pant loudly. ‘Fuuck... Oh jesus... That fucking- fucking tongue of y-yours’ you moan as he presses a soft and wet kiss on your overstimulated clit. His hands caress your thighs sweetly as he watches you recovering. You get off his face before he can go another round. You don’t know if it’s because of the sun rising or it’s really obvious but his mouth and chin are covered in your release and you smirk. ‘You got a lil something...’ you joke pointing at his mouth. ‘Oh yea? Here?’ He licks his lips and you feel yourself growing wetter again. You can see it in his eyes, the lust, desire, need. You love to tease him but you are always going to give everything he wants to him. ‘Cat got your tongue, doll?’ He smirks pulling you closer and you smile, wrapping an arm around his naked torso. ‘Cuz I ain’t finished with you just yet...’ he smirks getting on top of you as you sigh and try to hide your amusement. You’re in for a long morning...