Babysitters Are Allowed To Have Fun

My Pretty Girl

Eddie Munson x Fem!Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: (Spoiler free) Eddie's horny and he needs you, even if it means taking you in a random classroom.

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, classroom sex, fingering, oral sex(f receiving), pet names, creampie, spit as lubrication.

A/N: not my gif and requests are open!

Eddie was the absolute love of your life, something no one expected. You were the pretty, popular cheerleader dating the weird cult leader of the Hellfire club. It was a bit cliche to you, maybe not? Everyone expected you to be with someone like Jason but he was a bit of a dick. Eddie was sweet, funny, passionate about his club and he loved you--and weed. 

"Hey baby," he greeted, closing your locker. You hadn't seen him all morning. You smiled brightly and he tilted your chin up to kiss him. You cupped his cheek and melted into the kiss but pulled away when Dustin shuddered. 

"Please don't eat each other's faces off in the hallway," Dustin said. 

You playfully stuck out your tongue at him and waved goodbye as he left. 

"Love that shirt on you," Eddie smirked, referring to the Hellfire Club shirt over your cheerleading top. Despite not officially being in the club you'd wear Eddie's shirt or the one you owned around school earning stares and whispers. Let's just say the school didn't quite approve of your relationship with the 'freak' but no one ever said it for you to actually hear. Even if they did, he was the one you wanted, you didn't care about what they thought.

"Why thank you kind sir," you giggled.

He wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head on his chest, inhaling his scent that brought you comfort. 

"Are you high?" you chuckled, knowing the answer.

"That and I'm also horny." You couldn't deny that being so close to him made you horny, even if you were at school. 

"Well, we can't do anything about that right now can we Ed?" you shrugged and turned to walk away. He did exactly what you wanted him to do. His rough hand gripped your wrist and pulled you flush against his chest.

"You and me both know we can," he said, leaning down into you ear, sending shivers throughout your body. God, how did you get so lucky.

He lifted you up, catching you by surprise and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was passionate--hungry, and he walked with you, breaking it periodically so he could look around and open the door of an empty classroom. He laid you on the teacher's desk and locked the door behind him. Thankfully, you were on lunch break and the halls and classrooms were empty so he could have you without being interrupted.

His soft lips attacked yours again before he moved down to your neck, nipping and sucking. You let out breathy moans when he reached the sweet spot on your neck. You'd probably have to borrow some concealer from Chrissy to cover up the mark he would surely leave.

"I have the most beautiful girlfriend in all of Hawkins," Eddie beamed. He wasn't just saying it to make you feel good, he truly believed it. He never imagined you would give him the light of day a year ago when he asked you out but to his and everyone else's shock, you agreed to the date and you had been inseparable since.

"And I have the most handsome boyfriend in all of Hawkins." He didn't bother pulling your tops from your body, only riding them and your bra up so he could place his hands on your breasts. 

"Eddie," you moaned when he pinched your nipples. He swore his cock throbbed in his pants when you moaned his name. No matter how many times he heard it the effect was always the same.

"Need you so bad," you whined. 

"Patience princess." He spread your legs and slipped off your panties and tights. "I'll be keeping these," he winked, placing the lace black panties in his back pocket. You vividly remember there being a box of your underwear under his bed or maybe you were just high out of your mind.

"Always so wet for me. I'm in love with you," he smirked. All you could do was moan his name in response as he leaned down and licked from your sopping entrance to your clit. Pleasure coursed through your veins and your body shivered when he continuously flicked your bundle of nerves. His skilled tongue focused on your clit and he slipped a finger into your hole.

"J-just like that Ed," you moaned, your back arching off the desk. He slowly pumped his finger inside you, curling it and hitting the spot inside you that made your toes curl. The flicking of his tongue sped up, and he felt your walls clamp around his finger.

"Oh you gonna cum princess? Wanna cum for me sweetheart?" 

"Yes, please, please," you pleaded, feeling the knot in your abdomen close to snapping.

"Go ahead my pretty girl, cum for me," he said, huskily. As soon as Eddie gave you the go ahead, the coil burst and your toes curled as your orgasm washed over you. His tongue lapped up your juices and he took his finger from your pussy and brought it to your lips. You obediently took it into your mouth and sucked off your juices. 

"Taste how sweet you are?" he asked, unbuttoning his black jeans. 

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath from the after effects of your high. He pulled out his pink, veiny cock and put his hand to your lips. You spat on his hand and he used it as lubrication for his already wet cock and stroked it slowly.

"Eddie, please," you begged, needing to feel him inside you before the lunch break came to an end.

"As you wish darling." Your jaw dropped feeling him fill you to the brim. Eddie was no small man, and no matter how many times you had sex, his size and how good he felt always left you amazed.

"Fuck, you feel so good, clenching around me so well," Eddie moaned. His chocolate brown eyes rolled into the back of his head as he rolled his hips to meet yours, relishing in your wetness.

He nuzzled his nose into your neck as he fucked you, rocking the desk as he did. It was a bit romantic, really.

"Oh- oh fuck me Eddie," you whimpered, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. Your hands gripped his long, brown hair, tugging and pushing him into your neck. 

"That's exactly what I'm doing princess," he said, letting out a breathy chuckle. His hands roamed your body and found your breasts again, squeezing them and adding to your pleasure.

Hearing your soft whimpers and moans in his ear made his balls tighten and he knew he needed to cum. But not until you did.

"Oh God, yes!" Eddie!" He kissed your lips to contain your loud moans as he fucked into you rougher and faster. He was deep in your guts, exactly where he always wanted to be.

Your walls clenched around his cock as his strokes grew more powerful.

"Ed- shit, I'm gonna-" You were unable to finish your sentence before your orgasm ripped through you like a sharp knife and you chanted his name over and over like a prayer.

"That's my good girl, my pretty girl, my perfect little cheerleader," he praised. He continued fucking you through your high, holding your hips tightly so you wouldn't topple over.

"You feel so good baby, just gotta cum inside you," he moaned. You didn't answer, just the thought of Eddie releasing inside you, was enough to make you moan.

Feeling you clench around him even tighter, indicated you wanted it as much as he did. 

"That's it. Fuck. Take my cum, take all of it like the perfect girl you are," he growled. His warm release spurted inside you, filling you to the brim. Your pussy milked him of all he had and he allowed his cock to soften inside you before he pulled out.

"Good girl, my good girl," he said, pecking your lips. 

You played with his long hair as he fixed your shirt and your bra. As expected, you didn't get your underwear back, all you could do was pull up your tights under your short skirt and pray no one would see the large wet patch in the middle.

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Delicious

👌

─ 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

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YOU WERE PRACTICALLY BUZZING with excitement and nervousness as you sat patiently on your and Steve’s shared bed. 

Clad in only his crisp button up shirt, you watched him expertly arrange your film setup. The two of you had been planning this for months. It all started off as a fantasy. A kink that the two of you shared but knew you could not act on due to the circumstances of your jobs as Avengers. You had a standard to uphold and enemies lurking in every corner looking for the smallest speck of dirt on you to use as leverage. A sex tape wouldn’t exactly help your cause. 

But one night, you and Steve revisited the topic and came up with a game plan. 

Steve took one of Tony’s cameras. The billionaire techy wouldn’t notice one of his many possessions missing. Plus, its hard drive was impenetrable. There was no possible way anyone was going to get into it besides you two. Steve also managed to get a custom built Stark computer. Tony was thrilled his longtime friend was finally integrating himself into modern technology outside of work. When Steve asked him for brand recommendations, the Stark heir scoffed and without another word, began building the next piece of your plan. Just like everything Stark owned and made, your computer was the best of the best in terms of security. The Avengers’ wi-fi wasn’t exactly hackable either.

Once the logistics were worked out, you and Steve came up with some rules. You were only allowed to film at your residence on the Avengers Compound. This way there would be nothing identifiable in the background that could easily link people to your brownstone in Brooklyn. Obviously, your faces would not be showing. After pulling an all-nighter, the two of you managed to program Tony’s camera so that it automatically cropped your faces out of frame. Lastly – another obvious given – you would only go by aliases. 

Nomad and Lilac.

They were simple and inconspicuous. Lilacs were your favorite flower. After the accords, Steve was a fugitive living the life of a nomad.  

Once the camera was rolling, Steve turned to you with a ravenous expression. 

“You ready, Lilac?” 

You watched yourself getting bent in half and split open by Steve’s cock on the computer screen. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the squelch of your cunt blasted from the speakers. You sat perched on Steve’s lap, the two of you scrolling through the thousands of comments left on the first video posted on your channel. Thousands. 

“Is this what Peter refers to as ‘breaking the internet?” Steve breathed, eyes wide with shock. “About a thousand people in less than 10 hours watched us fuck.” 

“For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing to say.” You stuttered, shaking your head in disbelief. 

The comment section was flooded with praise. 

user1: look at that pretty little cunt

user2: she takes it like a champ

user3: that man is built like a god AND fucks like one too

user4: he’s basically breaking her and half and she’s just like 🥺 that’s love

user5: BRO IS SHE STILL ALIVE AFTER ALL THAT JFC

user6: he has the prettiest dick i’ve ever seen no homo

user7: kinda want them to top me??????

user8: i had to replay this video like 20 times bc i couldn’t decide who to look at that’s bi culture

user9: if my wife cheated on me with him i’d be jealous…of her

user10: this channel is going to be my new addiction i can feel it

It was amusing truly. Everyone was witnessing goody two shoes Steve Rogers, the golden boy, do things to one of the most loved Avengers in the world that would make the devil himself sweat bullets and didn’t even know it. You, always sitting pretty and prim without a single hair out of place, were splayed out and covered in spit and cum. A sight for the world to see, but only for the man you loved to know firsthand. 

Steve’s embrace tightened as the video continued to play. His lips trailed your neck, covering every inch of exposed skin in kisses and love bites. He suckled the spot directly below your ear, prompting your eyes to slowly shut and your body to go lax against his. He slithered one hand up your body, gripping your face firmly and slipping his thumb in between your parted lips. Watching yourselves on screen was doing a number on him. He knew it would, hence why he went through with the channel with you, but actually seeing the fruit of his deepest fantasies was something else entirely.

“You like when strangers watch me fuck you?” Steve purred in your ear. 

You nodded with a low whine, wrapping your hand around his wrist. Just like that, he had your entire body under his spell. Your back arched slightly, your bottom now flush against his groin. A growl so deep you felt the vibrations from his chest against your back rumbled from your lover. 

“I would have never imagined myself doing something like this,” Steve confessed. “You make me fuckin’ crazy, sweetheart.”

No one would know. It was your dirty little secret. 

AS TIME PASSED, you and Steve’s channel unexpectedly blew up. Lilac and The Nomad became an adult channel that seemingly everyone was talking about. Twitter and Reddit pages dedicated to reposting your content were being made left and right. Your messages were blowing – no pun intended – up with requests from viewers, some even asking for private shows in exchange for unreasonable sums of money. Every now and then, a couple of overzealous users would ask for in-person meet ups. Obviously, you and Steve paid the latter no mind. It was the praise and the thrill of sneaking around that the two of you chased after. It became addicting. The two of you simply could not stop.

That’s how you found yourself in your current circumstance.

Since recovering post-blip, Tony had insisted upon family nights at least once a week. Said night consisted of having dinner together and following it up with a movie marathon. They were nights of wholesomeness, which is why the feeling of Steve’s rough hands creeping past the band of your cotton shorts felt deliciously lude. With your back against his chest, his arms wound around your front, a blanket covering the both of you, and the rest of the Avengers’ attention focused on the screen, Steve could do whatever he wanted with you and no one would notice. You gripped his forearm tightly as a thick finger dipped into your wetness before sliding over your clit. He circled it in slowly, agonizingly. Your composure began to crumble crack by crack. Each time Scott turned to everyone to deliver some stupid commentary or Wanda asked for you to pass a snack to her, a piece of your sanity chipped away. By the time your baby hairs were stuck to your forehead with sweat and your limbs felt nonexistent, Steve’s hand retreated.

He brought his plump lips to your ear discreetly.

“Get the camera, go to the guest bathroom, and wait for me.”

Like a woman possessed, you got up without hesitating and began to make your way out of the family living room.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mrs. America? Sit down,” Tony snarked.

“Period. Not feeling good.” You excused, keeping the lie short and simple so no one would ask questions.

Tony’s nose wrinkled slightly before he nodded, dismissing you with a wave of a hand. From behind you, Pepper scolded him.

“You’re going to have to get better at that. You have a daughter.”

He sighed deeply.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Once you were out of earshot, you sprinted up to your and Steve’s room to retrieve the goods, then sprinted right back down to the guest bathroom. It didn’t take long for the love of your life to meet you at your rendezvous, his eyes wide and pupils dilated with anticipation. He made quick work of locking the door behind him before scooping you up into his arms and placing you on the granite counter. You giggled quietly as he practically tore off your shorts and panties, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to slide his cock out before taking the camera from you.

“They’re gonna love this,” Steve murmured, turning the device on and hitting record.

He angled the lens towards the treasure that laid in between your legs, gripping his member with one hand and slapping your cunt with it. Its sheer weight against your already stimulated pearl made you yelp. Steve shushed you quicky, letting go of his cock and letting his hips do the work. He continued to glide in between your wet folds, his now free hand sliding up your torso to push the hem of your oversized sweatshirt up. Once your bare breast were revealed to him, it didn’t take long until he was greedily massaging them in large palm. He allowed the camera to linger for a moment before returning it to its initial angle.

“Look at that,” He remarked lowly. “Already soaked me and I haven’t even been inside of you yet.”

Sure enough, his cock was glistening with your nectar. Your mouth watered, excited to see just how gorgeous it looked on camera.

“Think you can be quiet for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded eagerly, wiggling your hips needily. Steve let you play, chuckling darkly when his head caught your entrance, and he began to push into you. All of the oxygen was knocked out of you. No matter how many times you and Steve had sex, nothing could get you used to the first intrusion of his incredibly thick cock. Your inner thighs trembled as he bottomed inside of you, teeth sinking into your pillowy bottom lip as you suppressed a sharp gasp. Slowly, he withdrew his hips before roughly slamming back into you with a long, wanton moan.

“Fuck. You’re such a good girl letting me have you like this,” Steve praised, low grunts and growls reverberating from him as he increased his pace.

Everything was too much – from the pleasure your man was making you feel, the sounds he was making, how gorgeous he looked in the throes of passion, and the need to keep quiet. You felt like a ticking timebomb that could explode at any second.

And yet, things had just gotten started.

The two of you fucked like depraved animals, pouring every ounce of energy into your mutual pleasure. You wanted to badly to reach up and press your lips against his, but for the life of you could not get your brain to work, for your body was a slave for lust. Steve, however, could sense just what you needed. He placed the camera down, making sure it had a perfect shot of you both, before gathering you in his arms. He pressed his forehead against yours before devouring you’re his with his. He continued to fuck you without faltering, swallowing your whimpers and moans like a man starved.

“I fucking love you,” He huffed quietly just for you to hear, punctuating his words with vigorous thrusts. “I. Love. You. So. Much.”

“I love you,” You hummed, too cock drunk and fucked out. “’M gonna cum…so fucking hard.”

“Do it. While everyone out there worries about you because they think you don’t feel good when in reality, you’re too much of a cock slut and just couldn’t wait to get fucked. Do it.” Steve commanded, his own words shaky as he neared his release.

That was enough to push you over the edge. Unable to stop yourselves, you came with a vociferous sob, the tightening of your channel around his cock sending Steve over with an equally enthusiastic exultation. Rope after rope of cum coated your walls until eventually, it began to ooze out of you before Steve could even pull out. When he did, he had to hold himself back from ravishing you once more. The sight of your pussy, swollen from use, painted in his copious seed was one for sore eyes. He sure to get a generous amount of footage of the money shot, already anticipating the audience’s reactions before switching the camera off. You both recovered slumped in each other’s arms, the hulking blond’s face nuzzled sweetly against your bosom until you both deemed it appropriate to leave.

“I can’t go back out there.” You groaned, your head filling with every embarrassing scenario possible.

Steve chortled endearingly, carefully pulling your panties back up and the hem of your sweatshirt back down and over your bum. Putting your shorts back on was not even in question, you were far too sensitive for that.

“I got you, sugar,” He cooed, wrapping one arm under your bottom and scooping you into his embrace once more. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, dozing off as he walked the two of you to your room.

“Go ahead and upload. I’ll tell them that you don’t feel good and needed a nap, then I’ll be right up.” Steve promised as he gently laid you down on your shared bed.

You made yourself comfortable before reaching for Steve’s computer and doing your thing. You were unable to cease your lips from turning up into a devious smile as your nimble fingers danced across the keyboard.

“got fucked in the bathroom in the middle of family movie night”

After double checking everything, you hit upload and watched the views rise. The sensation Steve’s spent leaking out of your used hole as you read the comments your new home movie was already accruing caused heat to rise to your face. It was still a shock that you and America’s gold boy were living a double life as amateur pornstars.

user1: I thought the load nomad had in their first video was just a one off. Clearly this dude can nut like a fucking champ.

user2: this is so fucking hot especially when they were whispering to each other

user3: KJDHS that’s SO much cum???is that a condition or something???

user4: okay but that’s a nice ass bathroom are they making money off of these videos?

user5: idk if i wanna be nomad or lilac 😵‍💫

user6: i’m this 👌🏼 close to dedicating a fanpage to them

user7: not to be deep on fucking PORNHUB of all places but this is some real shit. you can feel the passion, love, and care they have for each other. this is the type of porn we should all be watching, none of that overproduced fake shit.

user7: this mf is built like captain america what the fuck do you eat nomad

The last comment made you laugh heartily, but also arose some concern. Was someone catching on? Worry filled the absence of lust. All it would take for the entirety of your lives to fall apart was for one person to put the pieces together. As much as you and Steve loved the rush, both of you were playing a dangerous game with your respective livelihoods.

But then you remembered Steve.

Steve and all he had sacrificed for the betterment of the world. Steve, the man who hadn’t even lived his life for himself and never once complained about it. Steve, who was finally being selfish and acting on his own desires rather than everyone else’s. Lilac and The Nomad was more than just an adult content channel. It was a symbol of the love of your life’s emancipation from social standards. The first step of him doing whatever the fuck he wanted, not what everyone else wanted. He deserved it. The two of you had taken every precaution to protect yourselves. No one would know. It was just a stupid joke.

“CHEERS!” EVERYONE CHIMED AS they clinked their glasses together.

“Congratulations, Cap!”

Sam beamed widely upon being called his new moniker for the first time. He placed an amicable arm around his predecessor.

“Thanks guys, and thank you for this opportunity, man.” He lauded.

“Literally, out with the old and in with the new.” Natasha sniggered, earning an eye roll from Steve.

“I can still fire you, Romanoff,” He countered.

The ember haired woman simply flipped him off before taking another swig of Russian vodka.

“On a real note, what are you going to do now?” Bruce inquired.

Steve shrugged, placing his beer bottle down casually.

“I don’t know. The only thing I could really think of was getting a place in Brooklyn, which we just did. I don’t have a plan for my next move and for once it feels…good.”

“Well,” Thor grunted. “You can start by finally getting drunk off of Asgardian liquor.”

Thor reached for a decanter behind him and the former captain a generous glass of the amber liquid.

“There you go! That’s my man! Drink up, spangles!” Tony encouraged.

“I’m not getting drunk,” Steve argued, causing everyone to boo loudly. “But…I’ll have this.”

He turned to you, his glass raised in his hand. His azure orbs were capacious, glimmering with hope. He wore a refreshed expression that you had never seen on him before as he smiled dazzlingly at you. It melted your heart to finally see him like this.

“To our new beginning.”

“Cheers.”

Everyone around you gagged playfully. You hushed them with a threatening hiss.

“I have so much dirt on you guys, I wouldn’t make a single sound if I were you.”

“…. Did that do something to you too?” Bucky teased.

“Hey, shut your fuckin’ mouth, punk!”

“OH! He curses now!”

The night persisted wonderfully. Sam was celebrated in the way he deserved to be. Sure, there was still a lot of work left to do in the world, but all of you were on a new life journey. And sure, new territory was scary, but it was also invigorating. To be able to rejoice together with the people you loved most was even more invigorating.

“Women do not watch porn!” Clint yelled. “That sounds fake!”

“Women probably watch more porn than men,” Natasha argued. “Better porn too. Not whatever you call those 5 minutes of pump and grunt.”

    “I only watch women’s porn.” Laura added, her husband’s expression twisting into one of perplexion.

“You only what?”

“Speaking of porn,” Wanda giggled tipsily. “There’s this new couple that I’ve been watching and they’re—” She ended her sentence with the chef’s kiss gesture.

“Who?! I love that homemade shit!” Sam yelled from across the table.

“Their names are Nomad and Lilac on Pornhub,”

You and Steve tensed up, not moving a single centimeter for fear oF triggering something. What exactly was unknown. He gripped your hand reassuringly.

No one would find out.

“I wanna see.” Bucky chimed in, brows furrowed with curiosity.

Sam tittered mischievously, hopping to the living room to retrieve the television remote. You turned to your partner with a fearful expression. Steve shook his head discreetly, leaning in to peck your cheek soothingly.

“And that’s our que to call it a night.” He quickly stated, saving face successfully.

“He loves her so much he doesn’t even want to see another woman get railed.” Wanda cried to herself drunkenly. “That’s so sweet,”

“Good night, everyone,” You bid, swallowing the frog in your throat.

“Good night, you two. You know where your room is right?” Pepper questioned politely.

“We’re all good, Pep. Thank you for having us,” Steve thanked, wishing everyone one final farewell before rushing the both of you to one of the Stark guest rooms.

“Steven! They’re fucking watching us!” You panicked quietly.

“I believe the correct way to say that is ‘they’re watching us fuck’—”

“…Are you actually joking with me right now?”

“Sweetheart,” Steve uttered softly, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s okay. I promise. Thousands of people have watched us. This is no different. You and I did a pretty damn good job at covering our bases. If the world hasn’t figured it out, the people closest to us definitely won’t.”

Silence filled the room as you retired to the confines of your intrusive thoughts.

 “We can stop if you’re worried. We’ll take everything down, crush up the camera and computer into pieces, toss them into a landmine, and act like nothing ever happened. I want you comfortable, honey.” Steve promised.

You shook your head.

“No, no. I’m sorry. I just got a little shocked. That’s all.” You rushed out.

“Don’t apologize. I got a little scared too. I mean, my heart dropped to my goddamn stomach. I haven’t felt that since Coney Island.”

His belly filled with butterflies when you laughed, all of your worries dissipating into thin air.

“But you know what else I felt?” He proposed, his soft tone taking on a huskier one.

You hummed in response, your heart skipping a beat at the shift in energy.

“Desire. Lust.” He pulled you towards him until your body was pressed against his, your lips barely brushing his. “I want to see their expressions while they watch us.”

It was like you were never worried in the first place when your back hit the mattress and Steve’s body covered yours.

“Let’s calm you down, pretty girl.”

From the living room, the Avengers played each Lilac and The Nomad video one after another. Wanda simply fangirled, loving that her suggestion was actually being enjoyed thoroughly by everyone. The video of you and Steve having a quickie in the bathroom was the best to play. It had become one of your most viewed videos, the reach far greater than you would have imagined.            

“This one’s my favorite personally.” Laura critiqued casually as the video reached its halfway mark.

“In the middle of a family movie night, huh? Which one of you nasty shitheads has pulled one of those?” Sam accused, pointing a finger at each person.

“We would all know if someone did.”

“True. It would be obvious. Did anyone even leave last movie night?”

“Steve and Y/N did.”

No one spoke. Everyone went silent before glancing around at each other and then back up at the television screen.

“B-but, he said she was having…lady problems.” Scott stuttered, his expression growing more and more mortified as he began to connect the dots.

“That sweater does look familiar.” Bucky pointed out, gesturing to the display on the screen with a jerk of his head.

“I, uh, bought one just like that for her,” Natasha spoke under her breath. “It was a souvenir.”

“Steve Rogers wouldn’t do that stuff, guys! C’mon! That’s Captain America!” Scott blurted out in pure denial.

“Not anymore.” Tony rebutted. “That is a free man who can do whatever he pleases. As you can see—” He pointed to the TV animatedly.

“That’s definitely them. A couple months ago he asked me for computer recommendations, and I ended up building one for him. When has that man ever cared about computers?”

“Check the date of the video in the description.”

Unable to handle the anticipation, Bucky snatched the remote from a shocked Scott’s hand and scrolled down to the description. He scoffed with a smile of disbelief.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I didn’t think the little shit had it in him.”

“These are just coincidences, you guys! We have no confirmation whatsoever that it’s the—”

Something akin to a cry mixed with a moan from a couple doors away cut their words short. One that sounded exactly like the ones coming from the TV. Your teammates had all of the confirmation they need.

“Sooooo….how do we look them in the eye now?”

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Hi! It would be great to see Buggy and Shanks babies (Buggy who succumbed to Shanks' charm and a bottle of rum 😈)

The aftermath of Shank's charm and a bottle of rum:

(With female Buggy. And whatever Croc has got going on.)

We can argue whether Crocodile's parenting track record is indeed stellar.

Little creature:

Masterpiece😍😍

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Summary: steve Rogers and bucky barnes have been side by side for as long as they can remember. When a gorgeous woman from asgard comes to help and be a part of the avengers what will happen when both men fall for the goddess of purity, light, and love. Part 1

Warnings: smut! Possessive/obsessive behavior, dark!soft steve Rogers! Dark!soft bucky barnes. Death, murder, blood, all around violence.

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Stucky x fem reader

Key: Y/N= your name

Y/N/N= your nick name

Y/H/C= your hair color

Y/H/L= your hair length

Y/E/C= your eye color

Y/H= your height

The rain was heavy on the window where james Buchanan barnes watched from where he sat in his room. It was silent in the compound most of the agents and avengers tucked away in their rooms enjoying the peace of the fall rain. Then thunder struck a flash of color rang from the sky. This could only mean one thing: Thor.

"Sergeant barnes your company his requested in the main living area." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke. Bucky questioned if he should go he was really enjoying the rain until steve came swinging his door open " buck come on! Theirs someone new here" bucky was confused by how happy and excited steve was for this new person.

When Steve and bucky finally made it to the living room everyone was there. Thor and Loki standing next to a beautiful woman. Her y/h/l hair seemed to have have golden rays woven in. Her big y/e/c eyes had golden flakes footing in them, she wore asgardian gold armor. "Everyone this is my little sister y/n, the goddess of purity, love, and light."

No one could take their eyes of off the goddess that stood before them. Buck and steve drooling over her, Loki rolled his eyes that them ogling his baby sister. "She will be joining the avengers" fury spoke from the wall he was leaning on. "Y/n here is the strongest thing in the universe we need her here." Fury spoke clear and slow in a loud yet stern tone.

"How strong is she?" Asked banner, "she could kill the universe, end time itself by a sneeze of her nose." Loki answered. The whispers stopped everyone's eyes went wide. "Hello!" Her light smooth voice shy and fragile yet deadly to the super soldiers.

Both men couldn't look away from the girl, both imaging her naked and moaning under them. Y/n had a soft golden glow that raided off of her. Steve could feel his pants tighten from his hard cock, the golden goddess made her way around the room saying hello and talking to all the avengers. Her smile was breath taking -she was polite and shy everyone asked her questions about her. "What do you mean purity?" Clint voiced, thor with his booming voice answered "she is untainted my friend. She holds the light and love of the universe" loki rolled his eyes "shes a virgin" loki summarized everyone's eyes went wide as the girl blushed and awkwardly chuckled.

Bucky was happy to hear this, that the girl was untouched that he would be the only one to taint her light. The only man who she would love, steve was thinking the same thing. how great and tight her virgin pussy would feel wrapped around his hard dick. Her moaning and mulls he would pull out of her, the strong children they would have. Her boobs full of milk he suckle out of her.

Y/n made her way to them to greet them next. "Hi, I'm y/n its lovely to meet you" she was blushing hard, her fingers fidgeting. When she locked eyes with the super soldiers her world spun yet stopped all at once. Steve's golden blonde hair and greenish blue eyes made her weak at the knees. Buckys steel blue eyes that looked like ice and his drak hair and features made her think of unholy things: like giving up her purity.

"Hi there doll, I'm james you can call me bucky" he spoke in a smooth voice 'doll' he called her doll she blushed at the nickname. Steve got furious he knew that nickname and that smooth voice. Steve had heard it a million times back in the 40s when bucky would play with women like toys.

'No shes mine' steve thought in his head. "Hi I'm steve Rogers" she locked eyes with steve once more, she was heavenly to look at and even more so now that she was up close. "Oh I know who you are! I used to watch your battles on earth when I was young" her being a fan of steve made bucky hot headed, 'no all her attention and love goes to me' he thought "you've watched me?" Steve asked y/n nodded.

"Heimdall and I used to watch you fight in allys. He always told me that you had a bright future." Steve was stunned "how old are you?" Bucky asked "oh yell time works differently In asgard so in earth years in 17,000 years old but on my planet only 17"

"You used to watch me?" Steve repeated again. But this time proud that the goddess that would soon be his used to watch him. "Yes I did see Heimdall can see anyone anv everyone in the universe, you and bucky where our favorites to watch. I'm really big fan of the both of you!" Her eyes glowed with happiness and the golden aura around her became more bright.

Both men had proud smiles on their faces, they couldn't wait to take y/n in their arms to claim and to keep forever.

Part two <3

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dirty, dirty girl / eddie munson

one shot

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

cw (buckle up): smut w/ fluffy ending, cursing, daddy!kink, master!kink, petnames (kitten, babygirl, etc), lingerie, oral (m&f), face fucking, cum eating/cum play, orgasm denial, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, hickies, biting, little bit og blood, spanking, squirting, unprotected sex, spit kink, breeding kink, slight bondage (belt as handcuffs), rough dom!eddie, sub!reader, fem!reader, praise, degradation, aftercare (i think that's it but i could be wrong)

this is over 8k words... enjoy you filthy people.

you were tired of your boyfriend only seeing you as cute and innocent. so for his birthday, you kicked things up a notch.

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“robin, you’re sure?” you ask, nervously tapping your toe as you stand in the checkout line. robin rolls her eyes, shoving the lingerie into your grasp.

once she makes sure you’ve took hold she cross her arms. “as your only lesbian friend, i can assure you i’m sure you will look insanely hot in this. eddie is going to blow his load in his pants at the sight of you,” robin reassures with a smile. 

you sigh, nervously rubbing the thin lace between your fingers. “and the colors okay?” you ask insecurely.

robin nods, grabbing your shoulder. “black is sexy on everyone, y/n, plus the one we chose is particularly… out there? hot? so i don’t think color would matter anyway. but i mean, it is eddie, isn’t his favorite color black?” robin says.

“red, actually. but all their red options were too bright for what he likes,” you say and shrug. now you were next in line. robin gives you one last reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before you place the three piece set on the victoria’s secret counter. “you said we can get stockings at jcpenney, right?” you ask robin who nods. you pay for the pricey undergarments before you and robin head to get the rest of eddie’s birthday gifts.

a few days later and it’s eddie’s twenty-first birthday. luckily, he decided against getting super drunk that day and spent it with all of your guy’s combined friends. he knew he didn’t have to but he was more than excited for some good birthday sex and wanted to remember it all. 

the thing about you and eddie’s relationship was that even though you’d been together for about a year now, he still refused to get too rough with you during sex. he’d told you many times you were too innocent and he didn’t want to ruin that or go too far. but you knew he was holding back, and you were pretty damn tired of him treating you like a feather in the bedroom. he barely let you ride him it was that bad. 

he closed the door to your new apartment and immediately you were slammed against it as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. you let it go for a minute before interrupting. “wait, i have a gift for you,” you say, stroking his cheek.

eddie gives you a goofy smile, his childish side showing through. “but, babygirl, you already gave me my presents,” he says in slight confusion. you shake your head no and give him a nervous smile.

“i have one more,” you mutter and grab his hand, leading him to your couch. “sit here and wait. i need a couple minutes,” you push him down on the couch. you smooth down his hair, admiring his excited smile and placing a kiss on his forehead. eddie waits pretty impatiently as it takes you a whole five minutes to get whatever it was that his gift was. he swears to god if it’s an animal after he’d told you no…

meanwhile you tried psyching yourself up as you slid your jeans back on over the lingerie. this was quite nerve wracking for you, but it was something you knew eddie was going to love. you pulled your shirt back on over your head and took a deep breath. you didn’t look any different except your socked feet were now engulfed by dark black thigh highs instead. you recalled robin’s words from this morning, telling you to just dance and feel yourself how you would if you were in your room alone. so, here goes nothing.

eddie whipped around at the sound of your bedroom door opening and furrowed his brows when he saw nothing in your hands. he watched you expectantly as you walked towards the record player. “baby, i’m confused,” he states, watching as you picked out the record he had recently been oodly obsessed with. 

you chew on your lip as you set it up. “you can’t make fun of me,” you mumble, turning up the volume so the track would play loudly. 

“i would never, but what is this-” he’s cut off by the opening words of pour some sugar on me by def leppard filling your guy’s home. he watches as you turn and nervously walk towards him as the instrumental begins. “babe?” he questions. you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. 

“shut up,” you mumble as you try to transport yourself back to your childhood bedroom, dancing around your room as if you could ever be as confident as the strippers in the movies. you pretend eddie isn’t even there and begin to let your hips move to the music, easing into it.

eddie watches you curiously, not understanding what was going on. he watches your hips carefully and then your hands as you begin sliding them up your body sensually. “oh my god,” eddie mumbles, eyes popping out of his head as he realizes what you’re doing. your hands grope at your own breasts as you try and move your hips more harshly to the beat and eddie feels his mouth fall open in shock. your hands travel down, sliding over your stomach and towards your core as eddie wishes your hands were his own. you don’t know how slow or fast you’re supposed to take this, but you know you're anxious to see eddie’s reaction to your lingerie. 

you let your hands drag your shirt up, revealing the black lace of the garter belt you’re wearing before letting it fall again. eddie gaps at you, and you finally find the courage to open your eyes and glance at him. he was sat with his knees apart, elbows resting on his thighs as his full attention was on every small movement of your body. you feel a burst of confidence as you pull your shirt all the way up to right under your breasts, shimmying your hips and dropping down a little bit. he sucks in a breath, embarrassed to be already getting hard. after teasing your shirt, you finally pull it off and throw it to the side. “holy fuck,” eddie grunts, you smirking at him as you start to run your hands over the exposed lace.

you start at the shoulders, running your fingers down the strap until it divides into two, showing the open expanse of the tops of your tits. you trail your fingers over the top of the lace cup that begins right above your nipples, letting them fall to circle your hardening nipples a few times. your soft touch traces the under wire, emphasizing your boobs even more to him before your fingers flutter over the frayed edges. you turn in a slow circle, using a swivel of your hips to stick your ass out towards him as your hands caress it. “god, y/n, you’re so fucking hot,” eddie comments, feeling like he could start drooling. you laugh at him, feeling fully relaxed and really confident in your body.

your fingertips ghost along the waistline of your jeans before dipping under. “you haven’t seen it all,” you say flirtatiously, popping the button of your jeans. eddie groans at the tone of your voice, feeling a rush of blood go to his dick. he didn’t know where this behavior was coming from, but he wasn’t complaining. he eyes the garter belt as you reveal more of it, slowly pushing down your jeans. a small expanse of your stomach is shown along with little silver rings holding together the pieces and then he sees the top of your underwear. he lets out a guttural groan at the fact he can see your freshly shaven pussy through the mesh and lace of the underwear. you smile mischievously at him as you slide them down further, showing to him where the garter belt connects to your black thigh high stockings. 

you kick the jeans to the side, running your fingers up and down your sides as you move your hips sensually. eddie’s bottom lip is stuck between his teeth as you begin to turn, a moan leaving his lips as he sees it's a thong you’re wearing. he’d never seen you wear one of those before. when you turn back to him he holds up his hand. “pause, i need a closer look,” he says, his eyes dark and full of desire. you stand patiently waiting for him as he stands and begins walking towards you.

you eye his bulge and feel a strike of pride run through you. “did i make you hard? daddy?” you ask innocently, causing eddie to stop in his tracks. his mouth goes dry and he blinks a couple times. 

“what did you just call me?” he asks, voice hoarse. 

you shrug, fighting back a big smile. “daddy? is that okay? or would you rather me call you master?” you ask and eddie’s eyes flutter shut. “oh, so master?” you tease.

he takes a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth before beginning to stalk towards you. “both do the job,” he mutters, beginning to circle you as if he was a lion and you were a poor, helpless gazel. he closely inspects every strap, design, and location of the lingerie as he gets to your back side. he squats down, grabbing your ass cheeks in his hands without warning. you smile, figuring he hasn’t yet realized one of the most important parts. you shuffle your feet farther apart and then bend down slowly. eddie gasps as his eyes come in contact with your bare cunt. your thong was crotchless. “fuck, kitten, are you trying to kill me?” he asks, massaging your ass in his big palms as he thinks about leaning forward and licking your awaiting pussy. 

you giggle innocently and stand back up. “it’s so you can fuck me in it,” you say as if it were the most normal thing in the world. eddie feels as though he could ascend straight to heaven right then and there. “go sit, i’m not done,” you say, turning to face him. he looks up at you for a moment before standing. he wanted to go full dom on you so bad, but he’d never done that before. he was afraid of corrupting you, or scaring you with how rough he wanted to be. but how you were acting right now made him think maybe you wanted it.

he goes back to his seat on the couch, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling as his cock strained against his pants. you dance around the living room a bit more before making your way over to him. you rest your hands on his shoulders, rolling your own as you press your breasts closer to his face. he sucks in a breath and then you’re turning, squatting down to rub your ass along his lap. you sway with the music still before pushing yourself forward, holding his knees for support as you dipped up and down, sticking your ass out to him and shaking it once in a while. eddie kept quiet, drinking you in as he thought. he’d never seen this side of you, he didn’t even know it existed. 

when you turned back to face him you poked his shoulder, causing him to place his hands behind him so you could crawl on his lap. “babygirl, do you know how sinful you look right now? fuck, you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” he tells you, one hand grabbing your hip and stroking his thumb over the exposed skin. he tried his best to ignore the fact that your bare pussy was hovering over him, but you made that impossible when you dropped to grind on him. you tangled your hands in his hair for support as you swivel your hips and grinded against his jean covered dick. 

“do you like your birthday present so far, eds?” you ask, pulling his hair to get him to look at your eyes for a moment and not your body. 

so many things came to his mind as he hissed in slight pain from his scalp. “so far?” he questioned, digging his thumb into the soft skin of your hip. you moaned, causing eddie to rub harsh circles.

“you gotta fuck me still,” you comment, one hand traveling to his chin to turn it to the side. eddie sat up a bit, bringing his other hand to rest on the back of your head as you began pressing kisses to and nipping at his throat. 

he closes his eyes, feeling hornier than a virgin watching porn for the first time. “you did all this for me? i didn’t even know you liked this type of stuff, kitten,” he observes, massaging your scalp slightly. 

you hummed against his throat, still sucking a love bite into it. “you never asked,” you mumbled into his skin before moving to the other side to start another hickey. eddie frowns slightly at that, and pulls you away from his neck.

“well, what do you like?” he asks.

you shake your head no and run your hands up and down his chest. “i don’t know for sure yet. but it’s your birthday, and i want to do what you like. i know you hold back all the time, but i want you to let go this time. go full out, please, i want it,” you say, staring in his eyes.

eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “babygirl, my full out may be too much for you,” he says, rubbing your back.

you shrug and lean back in to suck another bruise into his neck. “we don’t know until we try,” you say as the last beats of the song fade out behind you. 

“you’re sure?” eddie asks hesitantly.

you pull back to look into his eyes, hoping it motivates him enough. “yes, master. i’m sure i want you to fuck me and be rough and not hold back. i want it so bad,” you say and eddie lets out an involuntary groan.

he purses his lips and takes another breath. “you have no idea what you’re getting into, i could hurt you,” he says.

you shrug, grabbing a piece of his hair and twirling it around your finger. “maybe i want to get hurt,” you say and eddie looks at you sternly. “what if we have a safeword? you go all out, and if it gets too much for me i’ll say it so we can stop and figure out what went wrong. that make you feel better?” you question. eddie debates in his head for a moment and then nods. 

“apple, say apple if it gets to be too much,” he confirms and you nod. 

you lean down, eddie tipping his head back as you bite into his throat. he strokes your hair as you do so, thinking of all the things he could do to you. when you pulled away he looked at you with hunger in his eyes. “do you wanna do this out here… or should we go to our room?” you asked, hoping he would chose the bedroom. 

he pushed himself off the couch, causing you to squeal and cling to him as he carried you to your room. he threw you on the bed roughly causing you to gasp in surprise. “you want no filter right? anything i want?” he asks in an almost angry sounding voice. he pulls off his leather jacket, throwing it down before going for his shirt. you nod, moving your thighs together as you feel yourself becoming wet enough for it to leak to your inner thighs. he chuckles darkly as he undoes his belt and button, shaking his head and pushing his jeans off. as usual, he didn’t have any underwear on. 

he crawls on the bed and hovers over you. “guess it’s time we go over some rules, yeah?” he asks, pushing some hair behind your ear. he watches your wide eyes look at him expectantly. “oh god, you have no idea how long i’ve been thinking these out for you,” he huffs, in awe that this was actually happening. he leaned down, finally pressing his lips to yours once more. he holds himself up on his fists as your fingers find their way to his hair.

you moan into his mouth as he slides his tongue across your bottom lip, opening your mouth. your tongues fight around each other, small moans leaving each of you. eddie finally pulls away causing you to sigh. “rule one, only refer to me as master. or daddy, if you like that,” he says, kissing your forehead. “two, don’t cum until i say so,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek. “three, do as you’re told, always,” and he’s kissing your other cheek. “four, no complaining. because master is being so nice to pleasure you,” his voice now getting lower and he also lowers himself to kiss your jaw. “five, no touching yourself unless i tell you to. that’s what i’m here for,” he kisses just above your breasts. you let out a shaky moan as his fingers begin trailing along the side of your thigh. “six, always use your words and make noise. daddy wants to hear how good he makes you feel,” his lips kissing on your stomach. “and seven, know you’ll have to accept whatever punishment i give you if you disobey,” he finishes, kissing the top of your mound that was covered by mesh. “you understand?” he asks, leveling his face with your pussy and stroking your thigh comfortingly. 

you nod, taking a deep breath. eddie raises his brows, no way you’d forgotten already. he digs his nails into your thigh, pinching it hard enough to make you yelp in pain. “y-yes, master,” you say shakily, spreading your legs for him as you realize you enjoyed the pain. 

eddie gives you an evil smirk before responding with, “there you go, kitten.” then, he’s diving down and going straight for your clit, not easing you into it at all. you gasp, head falling back as his lips wrap around your clit and suck it into his mouth. eddie had eaten you out a multitude of times, but he was always so slow and gentle. this new way had you melting though, you were going to get addicted. 

he loves how you’re reacting, basically making out with your soaked clit. “so wet for me,” he mumbles before diving back in and flicking his tongue through your folds. you hum, muscles clenching at how good he was making you feel. “you taste like heaven,” he says, pulling back to blow on your clit and watch you twitch. he chuckles, licking a strip over your clit and blowing on it again, causing you to spasm. “ironic, for such a dirty, dirty girl to taste so heavenly,” he smirks, watching you whine.

“master, please,” you huff, reaching for him.

“ah-ah, kitten, hands down. now, what are you pathetically begging for?” he asks, licking your clit quickly. 

you squirm at his short, spaced out licks as he waits for you to talk. “please don’t make me say it,” you whine, embarrassment flooding your features.

eddie hums in disapproval, pulling back slightly. “isn’t using your words a rule, babygirl?” he taunts. 

you huff, gathering your bearings before looking up to make eye contact with him. “make me cum… on your tongue, master, please,” you whine, your face heating up in embarrassment.

eddie’s eyes sparkle at you using such a vulgar phrase. “awe, babygirl wants me to eat her pussy until she cums, huh?” he teases, resituating himself.

you nod desperately, gripping the sheets in your fists. “yes, daddy, please,” you gasp as eddie latches on to your pussy once again. he scoots down, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders to get a better angle. he begins teasing your entrance with his tongue, loving the way your squirm underneath him. your hips buck towards him, a whimper leaving your lips. 

eddie gives in, beginning to fuck you with his tongue as your clit is nestled against his nose. his eyes travel up to watch you, his eyes practically forming hearts as he watches your lingerie clad breasts heave with each breath. he loves the way you taste, so sweet and musky. he’d bathe in your slick all day if he could. he let out a groan into your pussy, rutting his cock against the mattress as your moans begin increasing. he’s fucked you enough times to know when you’re about to cum. but, this time wasn’t exactly going to be the same. he removes his tongue from your hole, moving to focus completely on your clit again, knowing that’s what finishes you off. 

“i’m gonna cum, master, fuck,” you whine as he laps at the left side of your clit since it was more sensitive. eddie picks up his pace, smirk on his face due to his plans. he sucks, and your legs begin to shake. as he hears the telltale breathy moans, he pulls away, right before you fall off the edge. you let out a cry, trying to pull your legs up to get more friction but eddie holds them tightly in place. “master, no, please,” you cry, feeling your clit throb at the sudden loss of stimulation. 

eddie laughs as you squirm, holding you in a vice grip until you stop moving. “see what happens to bad girls who don’t follow rules?” eddie asks when you flop on the bed in defeat. you whimper, grasping the sheets in discomfort. “awe, pretty girl. look at you,” eddie coos, letting up on your legs. 

you look at him with a pouted lip. “m’sorry master,” you mumble and eddie grunts, his hips involuntarily rutting against the mattress again. 

“mhm, i’m sure you are,” he tutted, digging his nails into your thighs. “you learn your lesson, kitten?” he asks, snaking a hand around to stroke your clit gently. 

your mouth dropped open in a silent moan. “yes, master, mm, learned my lesson,” you mumble, hips rolling against his fingers. he removes his hand, using it to deliver a slap to your clit instead. you yelp, causing eddie to smirk.

“don’t be greedy. i’ll let you cum when i want to,” he lectures and you let out a noise of discontent. eddie smiles, ready to edge you once more. he sinks two fingers into you without warning, his cold rings a sharp contrast to your burning skin. he begins pumping them in and out of your inviting walls, watching you squirm. he watched closely as some of your arousal leaked out of you and dripped slowly down the swell of your ass and onto your shared bed. he moved up your body, kissing along as much exposed skin as he could, fingers from his other hand snapping straps and dipping under them. “you look so pretty in this. can’t believe my sweet, innocent baby got all dolled up to look like a whore for me,” he cooed mockingly causing you to whimper. “you have no idea how many times i’ve thought about doing this to you. tying you up, torturing you a little bit, seeing just how much you’ll let me do to your pretty little cunt before you start to cry,” eddie says, stroking your cheek bone as his fingers curl inside of you. 

“daddy,” you whisper desperately.

eddie hums, “yes, kitten?” you close your eyes as eddie’s fingers hit that special spot inside of you. 

eddie knows what he’s doing, and fuck is he loving it. “can i cum this time?” you ask in a shaky voice, eyes meeting his.

the smirk that covers his face is a cruel one, and it makes your body shudder with arousal. “i haven’t decided yet,” he comments casually, before leaning down to nuzzle his face his your neck. 

he starts with slow, sweet kisses to your neck that match the agonizing pace of his fingers, drawing moans from you as your high builds again. then out of nowhere, he bites down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hard. your hand flies up to the back of his head as you let out a small scream of pain and tears prickle your eyes. you hated to admit that it only made the knot in your pussy tighter. eddie ran his tongue over the bite mark, soothing it. your hand was wrapped in his hair as he kissed it better. but, he wasn’t so sweet. he moved to the other side of your neck, kissing and sucking before sinking his teeth into the middle of your shoulder. 

you let out pained gasp, fist pulling eddie’s hair until he releases his teeth. he pulls back slightly to admire the small red droplets forming in the place of his teeth. he picks up the pace of his fingers before licking the crimson blood, moaning as the metallic taste flooded his mouth. you moaned in pleasure, your walls clamping around him as your orgasm built sweetly. eddie twisted his hand so his thumb could apply pressure to your clit. “master,” you gasp as eddie continues kissing your neck, your eyes screwing shut. you clenched around him, thighs beginning to tremble. you really thought he was gonna let you cum that time, really you did.

but he pulled his mouth and fingers away from you, sitting back to watch you squirm. “no,” you cried, a couple tears falling from your eyes. eddie smiles, leaning forward slightly to watch your tear filled eyes. 

“kitten, you cried faster than i thought,” he observed, using his thumb to swipe the salty drop away. you whimpered, trying to clamp your legs together but you couldn’t. “mm, poor thing. i promise you can cum next time,” he coos, wiping stray hairs from your face. too bad you still didn’t know what he had in store for you. he gets off the bed and starts looking around on the floor.

“wh-what are you doing, master?” you ask, pushing yourself up on shaky arms. eddie hums in delight at your words and how adorable you looked as your body still trembled. 

eddie picks up his jeans, beginning to pull the belt from the loops. he gives you an evil smile. “well, i did say i was gonna tie you up, didn’t i?” he raises his brows. you gulp, looking from him to his belt as he comes to the side of the bed. “get up on your knees and give me your wrists, babygirl,” he says. you comply quickly, scrambling onto your knees, wincing as you feel the wetness from your pussy dripping out of you. “such a good girl,” he coos, stroking your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. 

he begins weaving his belt through itself before sliding it onto your wrists and pulling it tight. the leather bites into your skin as he makes sure it’s as tight as it can be. he guides you to maneuver to the headboard. you’re sat against it, looking at him with big eyes as he straddles you. “pretty girl, let me fuck that tight mouth of yours,” he says, causing you to bite your lip. he guides you to scoot down a bit, your back in a horribly uncomfortable position as he lines his cock up with you mouth. “if it gets too much, hit me in the thigh a couple times and i’ll stop, okay?” he explains with serious eyes. you nod, only for him to give you a stern look. 

“yes, master,” you say, earning a nod of approval and then the head of his cock is pushing open your lips. he slowly sinks into your warm mouth, head falling back as he does. he goes until his hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag. he pulls back a little, only to start slow thrusts into you mouth. 

he grabs your head with his hands, using the leverage to push his cock deeper into your throat. he feels your throat flutter around him and he looks down. he wants to bust at the sight of you, watering eyes and mouth full of cock. “take it, kitten,” he groans, drawing back his hips just to slam himself back into you. you whine around his cock, a tear falling from your right eye. eddie smiles at you, sinking you down slowly until your eyes widen in panic and you begin to choke. he pulls out immediately and strokes your chin. “you gotta relax, relax and just take it for me. you wanna make daddy feel good, right? that’s why you got dressed up like a whore, right? was for master to treat you like one for his birthday?” he questioned, but you could see in his eyes this was also him waiting for you to use your safeword. you took a deep breath and nodded, opening your mouth again for him. “good girl, kitten. my good little slut,” he says proudly, using his hand to guide himself into your mouth again. 

he lets you adjust once more, but then he’s fucking into your mouth as if he doesn’t care you’re a person and not just a hole. he bites so hard on his bottom lip he’s drawing blood as he watches your face. spit was beginning to dribble down your chin and tears were continuously falling from your eyes as you deepthroated him, gaging every other thrust. he pulled you roughly down on him, chasing his release. “fuck, getting so close,” he grunted, your eyes trained on the drop of blood falling from his lip. “gonna cum in your mouth, yeah kitten, be good and swallow your master’s cum,” he says between heavy breaths. you moan around him and then his hips are faltering. 

eddie’s head falls back as he cums, thick ropes shooting in your mouth and down your throat. he leaves his cock in your mouth until he comes down. “let daddy see his cum,” he says as he slides his dick from your mouth. you open your mouth, showing him how much cum sat on your tongue. he grunts dropping down to connect his mouth to yours. you both moan at the mixed tastes of cum and blood filling your mouth. the salty and metallic taste causing your brain to short circuit. you knew you were so turned on that a wet patch had formed on your duvet, and you wanted so badly to have a release. “swallow,” eddie commands once he pulls back and you do as told. eddie takes a moment to collect himself and then he’s hauling you up and flipping you over.

you let out a noise of surprise as your face comes in contact with your blankets and eddie grabs you hips. “get your ass up, babygirl, yep, on your knees, good girl,” he says, dragging out the last two words. “daddy needs a minute to just look at you like this,” he hums, grabbing your ass and massaging it harshly. you whimper, your head turned to the side. he drags his hands up your back, slipping under the lingerie and feathering his touch over the lacy material. he even moves down to your thighs that are covered in stockings and rubs them. he admires your frame, wishing he knew where the camera was so he could take a picture. next time. 

his hand travels back to your ass, rubbing it before his hand pulls away just to come striking back down. you let out a moan at the pain, eddie watching in awe as arousal drips from your heat. “you dirty slut,” he comments, spanking you again. you stick your ass out to him, wanting more contact. your hands grabbed fistfulls of the blankets under you as you tried to control yourself. eddie played with you a bit more before sinking his fingers back into your awaiting cunt. he groans at the squelching noise as you suck his fingers in you. “this time, you can cum,” he says, placing a kiss on your reddened ass cheek and beginning to pump his fingers into you. 

a loud moan leaves your lips as he uses his other hand to rub your clit. he doesn’t ease into it, just hammers into you until you’re quite literally mewling in pleasure. “master,” you whimper and his fingers curl right against the spot you needed him most. “fuck, wanna cum, getting close,” you say, rocking back onto his fingers. “cum, kitten, cum for me,” he says, curling his fingers where he knows you need as his fingers continue abusing your clit. your walls flutter around him digits and you let out a moan. you feel the tower inside of you building and you’re almost to the top. “come on, pretty, master wants to watch you cum,” he says with gritted teeth and then the tower falls.

“fuck,” you yell, burying your face in your mattress as your thighs shake, knowing they would definitely allow you to collapse if eddie wasn’t holding you up. a small gush of slick pools from your pussy, coating eddie’s hand and dripping onto the bed. eddie finger fucks you through your high, but when you start to whine from overstimualtion he doesn’t stop. “daddy, t’hurts,” you mumble into the blankets.

eddie, however, doesn’t give a fuck what you say. “what’s that rule? you can only cum when i say so? well, i’m telling you now you’re cumming again,” he says harshly, causing you to whimper. he builds you up to your next high so fast and your whole body begins to tremble. “fucking whore, already gonna cum again? well, fuck, babygirl, cum for me, daddy needs to see how good he makes you feel,” he teases, holding his fingers against that special spot and moving them side to side ever so slightly, his movements on your clit never faltering. 

you’re screaming a mantra of daddy and master and eddie hasn’t even fucked you yet. he smiles as your body tenses, that expression changing to shock when you begin squirting all over his fingers. he takes his fingers from your pussy, continuing to rub your clit as he tries to catch some of your squirt in his mouth. your whole body falls limp as more drips from your pussy, a wet spot now decorating your duvet. 

  eddie strokes your clit as you come down from your high, and when you whimper he pulls away. you lay there, ass in the air as you feel numbness spread through your body. eddie pulls you up carefully, plastering your body to his. “what a good girl,” he coos, rubbing his hand soothingly over your stomach while pressing soft kisses to your neck. you slump against his chest, eyes closed as you try to catch your breath. “you did so good, kitten. so good for daddy. did you feel that last orgasm? you squirted, mhm, master got you all worked up, you squirted and made a big mess. so proud of you, kitten, did so so good for me,” eddie mutters praise in your ear, kissing your ear lobe and throat between sentences. 

  “m-master,” you say weakly, trying to force your eyes open.

  eddie admires you, leaving one arm around your waist to hold you up and the other comes to stroke your jaw. “yes, baby?” he hums.

  you finally get your eyes open and make eye contact with eddie. you take a deep breath, clenching your fists to try and regain some lucid thoughts. “you-you didn’t f-fuck me,” you stutter. eddie’s eyes darken as he grips you tighter.

  “was gonna be nice and give you a nice break. but, now i think i’ll take you right now. that okay, kitten? gonna let your master abuse that pretty little hole of yours?” he teases darkly, his cock hardening once again.

  your lip quivers, knowing this very well could send you overboard. but, the way your pussy clenched at the thought of being fucked told you all you needed to know about your limits. “anything you want, master,” you say, looking back at him. eddie grunts, placing his lips on yours in a heated, desperate kiss. you struggle to keep up, feeling like your body was jelly. 

  eddie disconnects his lips from yours and pushes you back down. you let out a weak yelp as his hand presses your back down hard. it kind of hurt, but then your mind was being clouded with the fact that his cock was slipping into your soaked entrance. the both of you let out moans as eddie sinks into you. “babygirl, you can hear me, yes?” eddie asks as he bottoms out.

  “yes, master,” you mumble, voice half muffled by the covers.

  eddie soothingly rubs his hands up and down your back as he bites his lip. he knew once he started fucking you he wouldn’t be able to stop. “this is gonna be really rough for you, okay? once i start, i don’t think i’m gonna stop until i cum. i don’t want to push you too much, so if you don’t think you can handle it, tell me now. there are many other ways i can cum without possibly hurting you,” he warns. you think it over for a minute before making a decision.

  “fuck me,” you grumble, using the last bits of your strength to move your hips forward and then slam back onto him.

  eddie feels something snap inside of him and then he’s slamming into you as if he’s gone feral. “good girl, good fucking girl,” he growls. literally, growls. and then slaps your ass harshly making you spasm. he presses your back down with one hand, the other holding your hip so he can slam into you at a brutal pace. “dirty fucking whore, look at you. my innocent baby is just like some goddamn street whore. fuck, had you all wrong, kitten. didn’t know you’d be so dirty. mmm, fuck, should’ve roughed you up months ago,” he continues grunting as he plows into you from behind. 

  tears are freely falling from your eyes as it hurts so good. your mouth is also open, drool creating a small wet patch on the blanket. your whole body feels on fire as one by one your coherent thoughts fade away. he was fucking you stupid, and you loved every moment of it. eddie was lost in the feeling of you, mesmerized by the way your velvet walls sucked his cock back in time after time. out of all the times he’s fucked you, it’s never been this good.

  he only came back to reality when you started whimpering and your walls fluttered around him. “gonna cum again, slut? yeah, go ahead, cum for your master,” he grunts and spanks you again. you tense and then your squirting again, all over his dick as your body shakes. eddie moans at the sensation. he pulls out, picking you up and forcefully flipping you over. drool was covering your face, your eyes were slightly rolled back and tears were pouring from them as broken moans and cries left your mouth.

  eddie re-entered you, grabbing your still bound hands and putting them above your head. “keep them there,” he grumbles and you nod dumbly. eddie doesn’t correct you that time, instead focused on chasing his own high. “open that mouth,” he demands and you do lazily. he spits into your mouth, moaning as you swallow it without being asked. he could feel his release building, the feeling only heightening as he saw how fucked-out you looked. “look at me,” he moans. you use the very little strength you have to make eye contact with him.

  he grabs your legs, pushing them up to hook them over his shoulders. “gonna cum inside you, fucking slut,” he grunts, hammering into you at a whole new angle. your high builds up again, a sweet mix of pain and pleasure as a sob rocks through your body. eddie feels his high coming, keeping his eyes on you. “cum, one last time. now, kitten,” he growls darkly. his thrusts cause your whole body to tremor. your eyes roll back in your head and a screaming sob leaves your lips as the most intense orgasm rips through you.

  you squirt harder than you did the first two times, your velvet walls locking eddie inside you. he thrusts into you messily, cumming deep inside your pussy as you go limp. your head's pounding, and your whole body is flooded with an uncomfortable, fiery mix of pleasure and intense pain. you loved it, but you were barely present. eddie finally stilled, dropping your legs and nearly collapses on top of you. as he tries catching his breath, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you, keeping his cum in you, sobs rack your body. 

  eddie’s mind is so clouded with pleasure that it takes him a minute to come to. the sobs leaving your lips were nearly heart wrenching, tears covering your face as you tried to gasp for air. you were in so much pain, but you fucking loved it. eddie took a few more deep breaths, his brain clearing up.

  then his mind registered your sobbing and he was immediately pushing himself up to look at you. his heart dropped at the sight of your face, your body still jerking uncontrollably and he couldn’t tell if it was from overstimulation or your sobs. he pulled out of you and cupped your face. “oh, no. no, no, no, baby, are you okay?” he asks in panic, trying to get your eyes to focus on him. you let out a sob as your eyes meet his. “fuck, i’m so sorry, babygirl. please take a deep breath,” he says frantically.

  you lower your arms, hiccuping as you try to breathe. “o-off,” you sob, holding your hands towards his face. eddie feels guilt over take him as he quickly removes his belt from your wrists, not being able to really tell how raw they were before you were flinging your arms around him and pulling him close.

  he practically fell against you as you held onto his back like your life depended on it, crying and hiccupping into his neck. “shh, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t meant to push you so far. why didn’t you say something?” he asks, wrapping an arm under your frame as he tried to hold you to him. 

  you shake your head no, he had the wrong idea. “n-no. stop,” you cry, pulling back just enough to look at him. his eyes were prickled with tears as you put your hand to his face. “don’t be so-sorry. m’not hurt. i-i loved it,” you hiccup and eddie shakes his own head.

  “baby, you’re crying,” he says, not wanting you to lie to make him feel better.

  you stroke his cheek and take a couple deep breaths. “yeah, b-but, it was so good. never had- fuck, never had better sex. i want it to be like that all the time,” you say seriously, blurry eyes looking from one of his to the other. 

  “you promise? baby, that was really rough i should’ve known better,” eddie says, searching your face for the truth.

  “i loved it,” you confirm. eddie takes a moment before nodding and pulling you back closely to him. eddie slowly pulls away from you causing you to whimper.

  eddie gives you a soft smile, still weary, and kisses your forehead. “you wanna take a bath, or you wanna go right to bed?” he asks, stroking your hair.

  “can we take a bath together?” you asks and eddie nods. he slowly unclips your stockings from the belt and pulls them off, the panties following. he lifts your back up as little as possibly, carefully unhooking and unzipping the belt and your bra. he admires your body as he carefully peels the expensive fabric from your skin. 

  he puts all the clothes in the hamper before picking you up from the bed. “you did so good, babygirl,” he coos as he walks you to the bathroom. you hum, leaning your head into his chest. he sets you gently on the closed toilet seat and turns on the warm water. you watch carefully as he throws in bath salts and bubble bath, stuff he would never use for himself. “lavender good?” he asks softly, holding the bubble bath up to you. you nod lazily, watching him pour a generous amount in and mixing it to create bubbles. “i'm gonna go grab us some water,” he tells you as the bath continues filling.

  when he comes back with the ice water, the bath tub is full and ready. after turning off the faucet he places a cup in your hand, helping you to take a sip as you were still slightly shaky. once you’ve got some water in you, he picks you up again, carefully placing you in the big, claw-foot tub and helping you sit down. he climbs in behind you, pulling you until your back is laid against his chest. the bubbles almost consume you, stopping just below your shoulders. “this is nice,” you hum, looking up at your boyfriend.

  eddie gives you a sweet smile, leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips. his arms wrap around your middle and yours fall on top of his as you bask in the presence of each other. “y/n?” he asks quietly. you hum in response, fiddling with his fingers. “do you want to get married?” he murmurs.

  you let out a weak snort before giggling. “birthday gift that good?” you ask playfully, looking back at him. he was staring at you with a smile, admiring you but you could tell he was also serious. 

  “more than that good,” eddie says, watching you study him. “but i’m serious. i know we love each other and i really don’t ever see myself with anyone else. if it’s not you, it’s no one,” eddie explains.

  you lean back and give him a kiss. “i would love to marry you,” you say as you pull away. goofy smiles are spread across both your faces as you help scrub each other’s bodies and wash your hair.

  when the water drains and you and eddie are both drying yourself off you really think about what you just agreed to. but who else would you want to marry besides this man? eddie picks you up without warning causing you to squeal and hold onto him. “i can walk now, babe,” you laugh.

  eddie just presses a bunch of kisses to your face as you giggle. “i know, but i like it better this way,” he says before setting you on the edge of the bed. he grabs a pair of shorts for himself, slipping them on as you stretched your arms up. 

  he walked over to you with a clean pair of panties in his hand and one of his shirts on his shoulder. he crouched down, holding your underwear out for you to step into. “up,” he says, making you roll your eyes.

  “eddie, i can put on my own clothes,” you say but stand anyway.

  eddie pouts and looks up at you. “just let me take care of you,” he says as you step into them. he slides them up your legs, making sure they’re in place before putting his hands on your hips and standing. he places a soft kiss on your lips, and then he’s getting his black sabbath t-shirt ready to slip over your head. “if you wanna do something,” eddie begins with a roll of his eyes as he tugs the shirt down the rest of the way. “do you wanna grab those other sheets from the laundry room?” he asks.

  you stand on your toes to kiss his cheek to go do just that as he begins stripping the bed. you laugh, remaking the bed and your cheeks flushing at the mess you had made. once it’s ready, eddie has the lights off and is pulling you towards him as he peppers kisses all along your face. 

  “happy birthday,” you whisper, feeling tiredness begin taking over you.

  eddie pulls back, tucking some hair back and admiring you for a moment. “thank you, baby. i loved my birthday. i love you,” he says, knowing those words don’t do justice for how much he cares for you.

  “i love you, too,” you mumble before pressing yourself into his chest. your hand rests near his heart, your head on the other side, one leg thrown across his thighs as your eyes flutter shut. eddie wraps both arms around you, holding you securely to him and placing one more kiss to your head before the both of you fall into a very deep, well needed sleep.

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based on prompts from @mila-solos @kittenxo-xo @asscheek-valley

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Conditions for Business | Yandere CEO Steve Rogers x Male Reader

Pairing: (Verse) Steve Rogers x (Verse) Male Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers is one of the most prominent tech geniuses in the United States after his idea in software broke the industry. But he couldn't have done it without the encouragement of his high school best friend and secret crush- you. Unfortunately, you and Steve had a falling out, and after that, you two were out of each other's lives for good.

At least it seemed that way until Steve needs a new assistant and posts a vague job listing on LinkedIn. Steve's surprised when your application comes across his desk, but he's not going to let you get away this time. Not without any answers, anyway.

Warnings: Another Dark Series I fear. Light for now, but I will tag accordingly.

Don't be afraid to like, comment, and reblog if you like what you're reading. Y'all KNOW I eat that shit up! It also makes me feel more reassured in my writing so help a brother out!

Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters and this fic is for the enjoyment of myself and others! Don't sue me! 😃

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Author's Note: I don't know SHIT about software/tech LMAO. I didn't major in computer science and it was NOT one of my electives so if I say something that doesn't make sense, smile and scroll, y'all 😃. And sound off in the comments.

I will be posting more stuff too on both accounts so ☺️☺️☺️ stay tuned besties. Enjoy reading!

<Oh and Steve in high school/college looks like Pre-Serum Steve Rogers btw>

Read Part Two Here

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Part One: Collision Course

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There's some people out there who often lie to come off as "spicier" to their friends, as to not lose their interest. These lies can range from small white lies to far-fetched tall tales.

But there's a different group that exists out there, and their specialty is bragging about knowing someone famous, someone popular.

And they'll ham up the fact that they and the famous person attended the same school or lived in the area, just to make themselves more interesting. It comes off a bit sad, really, especially whenever everyone really knows that that person doesn't really know the celebrity and probably had only one or two conversations with them in passing.

That's why you almost never tell anybody that you know Steve Rogers, young millionaire tech mogul and bachelor, or how the two of you were good, close friends whose friendship ended on the wrong foot. Especially since the relationship ending was your fault.

"You fumbled the bag!" A friend had once laughed in your face when you had made the mistake of getting high one night and telling your past, and that experience made you clam up. Thinking back on your relationship with Steve Rogers is always a bittersweet experience that ends more on the bitter side anyway, despite it's sweet beginning.

2014, September (High School- Sophomore)

Y/N: 16 years old, Steve: 16 years old

You and Steve had met in your sophomore year of high school. It was in trigonometry class, when you were looking for someone to sit next to, and you had spotted an empty seat next to a blond teen. The teen was actually quite familiar, even if you didn't know his name, because his picture had been plastered on the school hallways due to winning awards from his participation in debate club and Model UN.

You walked over to him, and he didn't raise his head as you got near because he was completely engrossed in his journal, and when you looked closer, you see he had been sketching an image of the big tree outside the school window.

"Wow, man, that's actually pretty good," you compliment him, looking over his shoulder and the guy looks at you, startled blue eyes meeting your own.

"Hey!" He snaps, and you get where he's coming from because you just walked up on him, but you can't focus on his annoyed tone because he's kind of cute…

"My bad, man, I wasn't trying to scare you," you apologize amused, and the cutie huffs, and turns back to his drawing.

"No, but seriously, you have mad drawing skills," you insist, and the scowl on the guy's face lessens, and he looks away.

"It's just a hobby of mine," he says sheepishly and you give him a dubious look. You're not going to downplay his work, though.

"Well, you're pretty damn good at your hobby, my guy," you say and the guy gives you a small smile.

"Thanks."

"No problem," you slide into your seat, and as the classroom starts to fill up with your classmates, you turn and look at the other guy again, "what's your name by the way? I might as well know if we're going to be sitting next to each other all year." You're not smooth at all but it's not as if Steve catches on.

"Steve," he says and cranes his head towards you, "and yours?"

"Y/N." Steve smiles at you and sticks out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says and you shake his hand.

You catch him looking at you throughout the class period but you think nothing of it until at the end of class, you get up to pack your bags but Steve's stopping you.

"Wait!" Steve loudly rips a sheet of looseleaf out of his spiral notebook before handing it to you, and when you look down to see what it is, you see a sketch of yourself, captured with great detail, and whoa, you're kind of honored.

"Wow, man, you know you didn't have to do this right? I don't want you to think that I only complimented you because I wanted you to draw me or something," you prattle on awkwardly but Steve's taking it stride, laughing at you.

"It's okay, I just wanted to, you know?" Steve smiles at you, and begins to pack his own book bag.

"Okay, well then, I'll treasure it!" You announce happily, and then you carefully fold the image four times before taking out the leather wallet you've received from your grandfather and placing the sketch inside the plastic front pocket so that it could be seen.

(What your wallet looks like: )

And from then on, you two became really good friends. Steve was kind, funny, passionate about societal issues, and had a personality that attracted everybody to him. Sure, he was clowned on for being so short, but nobody truly gave him shit since he was well-liked. In class discussions, everyone always wanted to listen to what he had to say, and he always had takes that were spot on. Being around him was like being around a bright light, and you know he was going places. So you cherished your time with him, chilling and hanging out with him during lunch. You two catch on like wildfire, two young teen boys who wanted to do nothing but spend every moment of time together. (He feels like a younger brother of yours, even if he's technically older by a couple of months, because he's just such a good person, and you want to look out for him.)

Sophomore year flies by, and then junior year, and senior year arrives quickly and quietly.

2016, January

Y/N: 18 years old, Steve: 18 years old

With senior year, the time you have left with Steve is suddenly cut down sharply, since the two of you are busy with college applications (the two of you had applied to all the same universities) and preparing for finals and regent exams and all of that.

You two had always used to visit each other's houses, and this time Steve's the one coming over to yours.

"You know," Steve starts while the two of you are laying on top of your bed, after playing Mario Kart.

"Yeah?" You pick up your head and look at Steve, who has a pillow tucked under his head, and he's looking away.

"I've had this idea… for some software," Steve continues hesitantly, almost shy, which is very unlike him.

"Oh? What software?" You ask, intrigued and Steve shakes his head.

"No, forget it, it's stupid-" He says, and he can't just get you all interested and then withhold this information from you!

"Oh c'mon, man! If your idea sounds stupid, then I'll tell you it sounds dumb as hell, Steve, you know me," you tell him, and Steve laughs, which is exactly you were hoping he would do. You're not used to him being so tense around you.

"Yeah," Steve sends a small smile at you before he looks up at your wall with a sigh, "I know you."

"Alright then, cough it up! Let's hear it Einstein, your million dollar claim to fame!" You tell him enthusiastically and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Well, I've been thinking about AI-" Steve starts, and you gasp.

"Oh my God, did you see those creepy ass Tom Cruise deepfake videos online? That shit give me the chills, yo. It's getting harder to tell what's real and what's fake," you blurt because you can't help yourself.

"I know! That's what I've been thinking about lately!" Steve excitedly responds, "There should be some sort of software that can scan and see if someone online is actually real." Wow.

"So like instead of weeding out bots, it'll weed out AI accounts online?" You ask, and Steve snaps his fingers.

"Exactly! It might not be very useful now, but I have a feeling it'll be handy later…" Steve trails off, and he's probably waiting for your input on his idea.

"Steve, that's a great idea! And if you don't make the app for that, someone else will, Steve!" You rolled over to look at Steve again and although your faces are super close this time, you don't look away, because you want him to see you're being completely genuine.

"Your idea really is unique, you have to start working on it instantly!" You urge, and Steve looks at you, clearly taken aback.

"Really? You mean that?" Steve asks softly, eyes searching yours and you nod.

"Of course I mean it, man!" You assure him, "And you better remember me when you become a millionaire!" You joke and Steve grins at you, a small little thing, and you're reminded of how endearing he is.

"Thanks, Y/N, you always support me when I need you most," he says and you watch his eyes flicker down to your mouth.

"Of course, Steve, you're my homeboy, you know that, right?" you say, eyes on his mouth, pink and inviting you don't know but the energy between the two of you charged and this isn't one of those little jokes. You feel the urge to get closer to him.

"Yeah," Steve says shakily, and swallows hard, his Adam apple and you're leaning in when-

"Y/N! Stevie! Come get y'all food!" Your Ma announces downstairs, and you're bouncing away from Steve a six feet in panic, feeling as if you've just snapped out of a trance.

You were just about to kiss Steve, your best friend! Where the fuck did that come from? Thank God you didn't, or you would've made shit weird.

"C'mon, let's go eat!" You tell Steve, clambering off your bed, and then you're shooting him a smirk, "Race you there!"

And then your bounding out of your room, socks sliding against the wooden floor and Steve's crying out behind you, "Hey, that's not fair! You got a head start!"

"Sounds like a slowpoke!" You tease, and Steve's right on your heels, and for an asthmatic, Steve's pretty damn fast and the two of you race downstairs, pushing and shoving at each other, trying to reach first.

"I know you two know better than to be running down those damn stairs!" Your Ma calls out, and you and Steve look at each other and burst into laughter.

"Sorry, ma'am!" Steve, always the picture poster boy of manners, apologizes, and your mother gives him a look before shaking her head, but you know her face well enough to know that she's hiding a smile.

The incident is long forgotten from your mind until a few days later, you find yourself studying Steve more, his face, his eyes, and more importantly his lips, and you don't know why.

Steve seems just so damn cute to you, lately, and you don't know why.

You resolve to try and take your time and figure out whatever it is that you're feeling before you speak up and ruin things.

What you don't know is that you're not the only one feeling this way, and that every time you're not looking, Steve's been stealing glances at you.

2016, April

Y/N: Still 18 years old, Steve: 18 years old

Months after the incident of the almost kiss, the two of you open your acceptance letters at the same time, and as Steve's face brightens in happiness, yours drops with disappointment.

"I got in!" Steve announces excitedly and you muster up a smile, "I'm so happy to hear that, Steve," but your heart's not in it, and Steve must be able to tell because his eyes are snapping up to yours.

"Y/N? You didn't get in?" Steve's asking quietly and you're shaking your head.

"Nah, man," you say softly, "but it's okay."

Steve looks at you without saying anything and then he's tearing up his acceptance letter.

"Steve!" You yell in shock.

"Fuck Cooper Union, their tech program was always overrated anyways," Steve swears vindictively and it makes you smile in how earnest he's being.

"C'mere, Steve," you tell him, and Steve cautiously eyes but steps forward and you're hugging him tightly.

"Y/N?!" Steve gasps, squirming around in your grasp, but you hold onto him. (It's honestly quite easy, as much as Steve is a spitfire, he is still small).

"I appreciate the gesture, Steve, but Cooper Union's your dream," you mutter in his ear, and Steve shakes his head.

"If they're not smart enough to realize what a great applicant they're missing out on by rejecting you, I don't want to go," Steve mumbles into your chest, and you smile down sadly at him.

"No, Steve," you rebuke, and Steve looks up at you, a stubborn scowl on his face.

"We don't need Cooper Union, Y/N. There's always Princeton University," Steve cheerfully adds and you raise your eyebrows at him because he's acting as if Princeton isn't even harder to get into.

"Steve, I would never forgive you if you reject Cooper Union," you tell him slowly, and Steve glares up at you.

"I'm not going," he tells you firmly,and you shake your head at him.

"Yes, you are," you insist gently, and you watch as Steve's big blue eyes well with tears and you have to look away to fight the urge to tear up, too.

"But we won't be together then," Steve says, and you nod.

"I know, but all we have to do is make sure we keep in touch. It's not going to be forever, Steve," you reassure him, and Steve's pulling out of the hug and wiping at his eyes.

"I guess you're right, Y/N," he sniffs, and you snort.

"I'm always right," you say, but you make no attempt to hide how trembly your voice is.

"You better come visit me, Y/N," Steve threatens tearily, "or else I'll come down here and throttle you myself," and you nod.

"Of course I'll visit you, man!"

"And you'll text me every night?"

"Maybe every other night?" You tease but Steve's having none of it.

"Y/N…" Steve glares at you.

"Okay, every night! I was just playing with you, damn!" You give in pathetically quick but you can't help it when you've been catching feelings for the guy.

"That's what I thought," Steve nods, craning his head up at you, and then that's that.

You and Steve go your separate ways, making sure to stay in contact with each other, and this lasts well up until the two of you hit your junior years in college.

2019, October

Y/N: 21 years old, Steve: 21 years old

Steve's regular roommate, Phil, moves out and into his own apartment and that's when James Buchanan Barnes, otherwise known as Bucky, walks into Steve's life and ruins your dynamic with him.

All of a sudden all Steve ever wants to talk about is Bucky "this," and Bucky "that"! It's infuriating.

Sure, you have absolutely no problem with Steve making new friends when he goes to Cooper Union, as a matter of fact, you expect it because it's Steve; he's a people magnet.

You never expected to be completely replaced, though. When you want to go on video call with him, Steve can't because "he's already agreed to do something with Bucky". When you want to catch up, Steve is suddenly interrupted by Bucky and he promises that "he'll get back to you later" and then he never does.

Soon, it starts to feel as if you don't matter as much to Steve as much anymore, and it hurts because Steve was your guy and you never thought that another guy would come in between the two of you.

So you try to lie to yourself and say that you're overreacting, that simple jealousy is clouding your judgement.

It takes one visit to Steve's dorm to set you straight, and it takes place during the week of Halloween.

The entire time you despondently watch as Steve makes moon-eyes at Bucky, who is incredibly short with you and you can't tell if it's because he doesn't like you or if it's because he's a little bitch (you suspect the latter, of course).

You and Bucky don't fuck with each other at all, and the entire time Steve is busy trying to play peacemaker and chastises you when Bucky's the one being a dick.

Steve keeps insisting that Bucky "is a nice guy once you get to know him," but that doesn't change the fact that he's giving Bucky, someone he's known for six months, the benefit of the doubt over you, his close friend of five years.

Your last straw is when in the middle of casual conversation, Steve tells you that he's been sharing his private drawings and his comics collections, the one thing he said he wouldn't ever share with someone else, with Bucky, and that's when reality hits you. You're not as special to Steve as Bucky is, and it feels like you've been super punched in the gut.

Well, that isn't actually the last straw because you take a while to process stuff so the implication of Steve showing Bucky his sketchbook had been lost on you until later.

Your actual last straw is what happens on Thursday night.

Steve has told you he was going to take you to a party, off campus but relatively nearby and you don't mind it at all.

Except he abandons you.

One second, you're drinking a concoction that tastes like lighter fuel and Steve's telling you 'he'll be right back!' and then twenty minutes later, your phone buzzes with a text from Steve apologizing and saying that he had to leave because Bucky got sick.

So you were stranded, at someone's house with no idea of how to get back to Steve's dorm, which is off-campus, and he's not picking up his phone. You had no cash, no card on hand so Uber wasn't even an option and taxis were sparse in the area.

You do what you have to. You chat up every guy within your vicinity at the party, asking them "Do you have a car?" and practically begging them to drop you off at Cooper Union's dorm away from campus, and luckily for you, a nice guy does just that, and you thank him, grateful that he wasn't a serial killer in disguise.

When you get back, you're furious.

"Steve!" You yell, pounding on the door, and Steve opens the door with a relieved look.

"Y/N! I was just coming back to get you-" you shove past him, and start packing up all your stuff. Your visit to him is over.

"Y/N? What are you doing?" Steve asks and you take a deep breath, teeth grinding against each other.

"Leaving!" You spit, and Steve steps in front of you.

"I know you're mad, but I really was going to come get you," he reasons, as if that makes the shit he pulled better.

"That's nice!" You smile at him, showing all of your teeth and Steve sighs.

"I'm sorry, but Bucky needed me," he says and it's like a flip switches in you.

"I bet he did! And in your rush to help him, you forgot all about me! Why couldn't you take me with you and Bucky again?" You ask, because he never explained that.

Steve's face turns red and he looks ashamed for a second.

"The Uber I had set only had space for two people," he meekly explains and you can't believe it.

"And you couldn't wait for another one?!" You yell and Steve looks to the direction of his room and shushes you.

"Not too loud! Bucky's trying to sleep," he hisses and you look at him, wide eyed because wow, he really is being an asshole.

"You think I give a fuck about Bucky trying to sleep right now, Steve?!" You raise your voice, and Steve shakes his head and weakly jokes with a small smile, "I guess not." You glare at him.

"You think this is funny or something?" You ask, and you walk out with your stuff to the door.

"No, but I do think you're overreacting a bit. Bucky was sick, Y/N, I had to take him home," he reasons and you're about to snarl something at him when you think of the way he said home, and then you remember all of the stuff he's said about Bucky, the way he's been acting with him and then the wind just goes out of your sails.

There's no way Steve is going to understand what he did when he's so blinded by his love for the guy that he would act in a shitty manner towards his own best friend.

"You're right, Steve. I'm overreacting, and I do apologize for that," you tell Steve sincerely, and you make a show of putting your bags back on the floor.

"Oh, good," Steve sighs in relief, eyes closing as he goes to rub at his temples.

"I really didn't want to argue with you, and tonight's already been stressful for me-" Steve rambles and you hold a hand up.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain to me," you say softly, and then you walk to the couch you've been sleeping on since the start of your visit.

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Steve asks gently, and you send him a small smile.

"I'm sure. Why don't you go to bed? I know you said you had a stressful night, Steve," you offer and Steve nods and smiles at you.

"I think I'll do that. Sorry again," he says and you say nothing as he slips back into his room.

You can't wait to return to your own campus because you hate feeling like the third wheel with your own best friend. At least, your ex best friend, because now you have to put distance between the two of you.

So you leave exactly 30 minutes after Steve has gone into his room and head right to the nearest Amtrak station, heading back to your own college campus over 100 miles away.

Soon, Steve's texts to you go unanswered by you, and his calls ignored for a week, until one day he texts you a message that makes your heart pang, and you can't bring yourself to ignore him. You pick your phone up and respond via text, because you're too much of a coward to call him and hear his voice. You can't ghost him though. He's too nice and deserves some sort of closure from his ex-bff.

Probably won't even be torn up about you since he's so far up Bucky's ass, anyway.

You don't want to be around to watch Steve fall in love with another guy.

Your phone lights up with texts from Steve...

Steve: Hey is everything good??? U left earlier than we agreed…

Steve: Look I'm sorry bro, I know I might've catered a bit more to Bucky while you were over…

Steve: Y/N?

Steve: Maybe you're busy, I'll hit you up another time then

Steve: ok it's been a week, why aren't you responding?

Steve: Look I said I'm sorry! I don't know what else you want from me.

Steve wants to FaceTime you. Accept? The screen says. You swipe right.

Declined.

Steve: Y/N

Steve: Y/N!!!! PICK UP ALREADY OR I'LL BLOCK YOU FR THIS TIME!

No.

Steve: What's going on, man? Why won't you respond to any of my messages? Am I suddenly not good enough to be your friend or something? Talk to me. I'm concerned about you.

Y/N: My bad, Steve. It's just that I've been doing some thinking lately…

Steve: You're being really weird. You've never pulled a stunt like that on me before…

Your phone buzzes and you see that Steve's trying to FaceTime you and you rub a hand over your face, stressed and you decline.

Steve: Why won't you accept my call?

Y/N: I just don't think I can say this to your face.

Steve: ???

Steve: Say what?

You take a deep breath. This is it, the moment you were dreading.

Y/N: I'm sorry, man. I never meant to hurt you. But I think you and I are two very different people right now, with two different paths…

Steve: Are you high, Y/N? What the fuck are you talking about?

Y/N: I don't think we should hang anymore, Steve. You're a cool guy, but we're different now.

Steve had certainly changed.

Steve: Is this some sort of joke, Y/N?

Steve: What? Why?

You can't just tell him that you were sick of hearing about Bucky and Steve, or how you don't want to stick around to see Bucky fit into the slot of Steve's life that you had once occupied. So you tell him some utterly unbelievable bullshit, out of self-preservation.

Y/N: It's natural to part ways with people, Steve. I hope you pursue your software program, it's a game-changer.

Steve is typing…

Steve is typing…

Steve: Fuck you. I never want to see you again.

Y/N: That's fair.

-Error- Message Not Sent.

Free Msg: Receiver STEVE unable to receive message - Message Blocking is active.

You deserved to be blocked.

Not even ten minutes later, your phone is buzzing with a message from an unknown number, probably Bucky, since you never saved him into your phone.

Unknown: You're a fucking asshole, you know that, Y/N?

Unknown: Steve's crying and he won't tell me why. I know it's because of you, dipshit.

You close your eyes as shame and guilt hit you full force. Fuck.

Y/N: It's for the best.

Unknown: What the fuck does that mean?

Y/N is typing…

Unknown: Save it. If you ever show your face around here, I'll fuck you up so bad that you'll shit blood for days. Stay the fuck away from Steve.

Y/N: I will. Take care of him.

Unknown: What? You don't get to say that like you care about him you mf.

Y/N: I do. Tell him I'm sorry.

Unknown is typing…

You block him, and that's the end of that. Five years of friendship flushed down the toilet.

Jesus.

You're going to get absolutely fucked up tonight and drown all your sorrows.

In a drunken rage, you go and dig for your wallet, snatching the sketch Steve made of you years ago, and you're going to rip it up, but something stops you and instead you silently place it back in your wallet and rub at your eyes.

"Ain't no use crying," you sigh and decide to go back to bed.

2020, May (Senior Year- College)

You're graduating, and your family and friends are cheering you on, but you can't help but feel a distinct gap in the cherished moment. And you know why, too. There's somebody missing.

Although his mother had been sweet enough to comment a "Congratulations," on your graduation picture on Facebook, it's not enough to quiet the ache in your chest that started acting up the moment you went out on that stage to get your diploma, looked out at that sea of smiling faces, heard the chorus of voices screaming your name, but couldn't see the one face you wanted to see, hear the one voice you wanted to hear: Steve's.

Steve's not there and it's all of your fault.

It did take a few months for you to be completely honest with yourself and admit that you had missed Steve, and even more months before you could admit to yourself that you were wrong for handling that situation so immaturely when a conversation would've probably resolved the issue.

So of course you had tried to reach out to Steve, apologize and explain, tell him you were being a dumb asshole, but you can't.

You're still blocked on everything. So you tried reaching out to Bucky, and the fucker's got you blocked on everything, too.

It was very clear that Steve very much wanted you to stay out of his life, so you gave him exactly that.

And now you're here, surrounded by all of your loved ones, thoughts consumed by Steve when you should be focusing on them.

"My baby's a college graduate!" Your Ma squeals, and your attention is brought back to the present, and you're smiling and posing for the photos she's taking.

You can think of Steve later.

2022, March

You're surprised when three years later after you ended your friendship, you're watching the news and none other than Steven Grant Rogers, is plastered over the news as a tech genius.

And not only that, but there's new pictures of him and FUCK, puberty hit Steve like a truck! Not that it mattered because you liked him even when he was five foot four, but growing an extra ten inches? Those biceps that told of the ability to probably bench press you? Whew…

You're genuinely happy to see that he did go forward with his software idea, and that he has a new, thriving business, but you're still forced to switch off the television. Why?

They've just shown footage of Steve with none other than Bucky latched onto his arm, laughing on the red carpet, and you can't help the bitter jealous feeling that still bubbles up, even after all of these years, because it seems that Bucky did keep true to his word of taking care of Steve.

And besides, now Steve feels miles away out of your reach, there's no hope of reconnecting when he's all the way up there, the epitome of success, and you're all the way down here, living off of two part time jobs and ramen noodles. And a bed couch that leaves your neck stiff every night.

So be it, that's just how life is…

Hope Steve's happy with his boyfriend.

Meanwhile

"Steve, Steve! Look this way!" A pap screams and Steve obliges, ignoring the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up.

"Are you okay, Stevie?" Bucky discreetly whispers in Steve's ear, a smile plastered on for the cameras flashing.

"Not here," Steve hisses, shifting to give the reporters a new angle to capture while Bucky clenches his jaw but continues to pose.

The two of them are attending an auction for charity despite Steve already donating a 100k to the foundation, but his PR agent insisted he attend, "to show that Cap Inc cares about the future generations."

Fuck the future generations, Steve has a conference call at 3am with Beijing tomorrow. He doesn't want to show up to this event when his check already cleared.

"And some of these photographers carry hidden mics," Steve hisses under his breath, "and I don't want to be someone's exposé."

"Alright," Bucky offers Steve a tight-lipped smile, and they continue to pose for the cameras, before one of the event coordinators are motioning for them to finally move on.

Bucky's arm tightens around Steve's waist before he's whisking him down the red carpet and away from the prying eyes of the public, entering the large hall, where it was much quieter, save for the quiet chatter of the city's elites conversing.

"So," Bucky hands over a champagne flute to Steve, which he gratefully accepts, "what was that just now? On the red carpet, you looked… I don't know," Bucky trails off, trying to call to mind a word to describe the emotion on Steve's face he saw earlier.

"I don't know why but I was just thinking about Y/N again, you know?" Steve discloses, taking a casual sip of his champagne, and Bucky huffs and rolls his eyes.

"That asshole? I thought you were over him," Bucky grumbles and Steve sighs into his glass.

"I know, it's just, I can't help but wonder why he threw away our friendship, threw away me," Steve says, and then he's throwing back the rest of the champagne down his throat, reaching for another glass but his efforts are thwarted.

"Okay, that's enough of that," Bucky's putting down his own glass and pushing the plate of champagne flutes further away from Steve.

"Hey! I was going to grab another one of those," Steve protests, and Bucky shakes his head.

"No, you're not, I can already see that you're going to settle into a mood," Bucky gives Steve a scrutinizing look and Steve sighs.

"I'm not, it's just Y/N would've loved to be at an event like this," Steve laments and Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose, urging the oncoming headache to go away.

"Well," Bucky takes a deep breath in and sighs it out, "Y/N's not here because years ago, he decided to be a dickhead and abandon his very good friend who later became a millionaire! His loss!" Bucky announces and Steve can't help but smile at him. Trust Bucky to talk some sense into him, but Steve just can't let it go.

"Yeah, I still wonder why he did that," Steve reveals, absentmindedly grabbing a shrimp puff pastry off an appetizer dish and popping it into his mouth, "wow, these are good."

"Dickheads don't need reasons to be dickheads," Bucky bites out and then grabs his own puff pastry, "The mushroom's better, you gotta try it."

"Well, pass me one, then," Steve reaches his hand out and Bucky diligently drops a pastry into it, "And Y/N's not a complete dickhead, you know. He told you to take care of me, didn't he? That has to count for something, right?" Steve chews on the mushroom pastry and yeah, turns out Bucky was right, the mushroom is better.

"He did care and something happened and he had to push me away," Steve explains and Bucky rubs his temples.

"I know you're still not thinking about this after three years, Steve," Bucky reprimands gently, but he's giving Steve a pitiful look, and Steve can't stand it. He snatches another glass off the tray Bucky's pushed away and downs it before Bucky can do anything.

"Lay off, will ya? I'm feeling nostalgic tonight," Steve grouches.

"No, you're probably feeling tipsy," Bucky corrects, and takes the empty wine flute out of Steve's hand.

"I'm not, but I do wish I was," Bucky watches Steve eye the remaining wine glasses, and places his arm on the table in front of them, blocking Steve from getting another.

"Well, you're not getting drunk here, think of the publicity," Bucky hisses, and his tone is serious so Steve doesn't reach for another glass.

"There's literally other CEOs snorting lines in the bathroom right now," Steve points out with a chuckle, but Bucky doesn't laugh with him.

"That's them and you're you, America's golden boy," Bucky straightens Steve's tie, "and America loves a clean millionaire okay?" Bucky pats Steve, and he sighs.

"Okay."

"Now let's go network, and see if we can add to our investor portfolio! Keep your eyes on the prize, buddy!"

"Which is charity, of course," Steve clarifies and Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, that too," he jokes, and Steve shakes his head and laughs.

"You're too much to handle, Buck."

Bucky leers over at Steve, "That's what Sam said, if you catch my drift," wiggling his eyebrows and Steve can't stand him!

"Please, spare me the details of your sex with life with my other best friend," Steve forces out as Bucky cackles, and you're no longer on his mind. Bucky's right, Steve shouldn't think about you anymore. It's time to move on.

2022, April

Tonight, your friend Monica is dragging you out for drinks so you can meet this nice girl she's been dating named Wanda, who she really likes but wants to see if you "have any bad feelings about her," because you've always been good at deciphering people's true natures.

You don't really mind, because you had recently lost your job as a tech analyst due to a business "cutting their losses" despite having quite the profitable year, so you could use the distraction. Besides, you miss hanging out with Monica, and you can use the cheering up so you had agreed. Wanda had sounded wonderful, and what would be the harm in meeting her?

At least that's what you thought until Steve is brought up in conversation.

You're pouring some Ciroc: Mango into your glass when Monica, obviously tipsy, suddenly announces to her date Wanda, "Did you know that Y/N knows THEE Steve Rogers?"

Not this again, you think to yourself and you discreetly roll your eyes as you take a sip from your glass. You've told her not to disclose this before, but you can't blame her if it's the alcohol talking. At least you know it's time to cut her off, though.

"Really? CEO of Cap Incorporated Steve Rogers?!" Wanda turns her head to you in interest, and you have to stifle a sigh.

"Yes, and I used to know him," you clarify, and Wanda raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, did something go down between the two of you or?" Wanda trails off and you shake your head, taking a small sip from your glass.

"No, we went to the same high school, but ended up going to different colleges," you indulge her curiosity and Monica side-eyes you because she knows there's more to that but you're not telling Wanda all your business when you barely know her.

"How was he in high school? Like, was he a nice guy or was he like an asshole?" Wanda asks, and then leans in closer to whisper, "Don't worry, I'm not from the press or anything, you can tell me."

"Well," you sigh, and for a second you allow yourself to reminisce, "Steve has always been like an objectively good guy. Kind, respectful, and actually gives a fuck about social issues," you reveal with a little smile, stirring your drink with your straw. Wanda looks at you while you talk and then sends a look at Monica, who discreetly nods, although you miss this exchange.

"Well, that's nice," Wanda announces, probably sensing that that's all you're going to say and smoothly changes the topic, and turns back to Monica, "now tell me more about your investigations."

"Sure!" Monica answers with a smile, reaching to take another sip from her glass, but you're snatching it away from her.

"Hey!" Monica opens her mouth and-

"That's my cue! Monica, you know all of your investigations are covered in red tape! I think it's time to call it a night," you announce and then you're side-eyeing Wanda, because she had said earlier she wasn't press, but she's awfully nosy.

You make a mental note to tell Monica to keep an eye on this one, because there's something off about Wanda, as nice as she is. Out of the corner of your eye, Wanda frowns at you but doesn't say anything.

"Really? But we just got here," Monica huffs, crossing her arms, and you shake your head. Not her pulling out bratty behavior right now…

"You see? This is what you're going to have to deal with," you quip at Wanda, who laughs into her drink.

"I think I can handle that," she smiles at Monica, and you can see the heart-eyes she's making and her smile gets even softer, and now that you're getting a good look at her, maybe Wanda isn't as sober you think she is either.

"Girl, we've been here for three hours and drinking for half as long, Monica!" You admonish Monica gently and she rolls her eyes.

"So? We're having fun, aren't we, Wanda?" She turns puppy-dog eyes at Wanda, who looks at her, transfixed.

"Yeah, we're having fun," Wanda agrees, looking into Monica's eyes and it's like she's hypnotized.

"Oh my God," you moan, "I am not trying to stay here all night!" Monica laughs and you look at her questioningly.

"Well, it's not like you have to get up early for a job tomorrow, boo!" You look at Monica shocked, not offended, because she's your girl, but sheesh!

"Damn sis, you ain't gotta do me like that!" You laugh, and Monica laughs too, but she looks a little embarrassed now.

"SORRY, that is definitely the alcohol talking, maybe you're right; it's time to call it a night!" Monica announces sheepishly, and you nod.

"See! I knew you'd see the light eventually," you get up to settle your end of the tab, and all of you are heading outside, exiting the fancy restaurant bar.

"Hey Wanda, can I stay over at yours tonight?" Monica's asking, but there's a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Oh!" Wanda looks startled, and there's a hint of pink creeping on her cheeks, but it could just be the alcohol, but the flustered look is cute on her, and you can't help but snort.

"Don't worry, I mean only to sleep, no funny business!" Monica clarifies and Wanda gets even pinker.

"I didn't expect anything else!" Wanda blurts out and Monica hums and smirks at her.

"Sure you didn't," Monica leans forward and presses her lips to Wanda in a kiss, and oh my God, you did not pay to see this happy couple BS when you're still single!

"Alright then, goodnight! Make sure you girlies have the Uber sorted out!" You declare behind them, making Monica and Wanda separate.

"Bye, Y/N! Text me when you get home!" Monica hugs you and kisses you on your cheeks and you do the same for her.

"I will!"

"It was lovely meeting you, Y/N!" Wanda calls out, and you wave at her, because you two aren't at the hugging stage yet.

"And you too, Wanda!" And with that, you head towards home, foregoing an Uber because you didn't really have Uber money after going out for drinks, and you didn't live too far away. Besides, the cool air would help you sober up, and the city really is beautiful at night.

You finally arrive at your apartment building, taking the elevator because fuck the stairs, smiling to yourself, reminiscing about the night's events right up until you remember Monica bringing up Steve, making the smile drop right off your face.

You open the door to your apartment and on wobbly feet pull off your loafers, because the restaurant Monica had wanted to try had a dress code where men weren't allowed to wear sneakers.

"She better love me after tonight," you mutter to your aching feet, before you're slipping out of your outfit and sitting on the couch. You can take a shower later, you just need a chair with actual back support first.

"Well, it's not like you have to get up early for a job tomorrow, boo!" Resounds in your head and you groan because Monica's right.

You're kind of tired of being unemployed, especially when you have student debt to pay off and a bachelor's in software engineering as well as an associate's in office management to show for it. Jobs should want you!

So, as tired as you are, you pull out your laptop and go to LinkedIn, scrolling through open jobs and positions, making sure to pay no mind to any unpaid internships.

Sure, an unpaid internship will still boost up your resume as career experience, but you need moolah right now. And besides, a lot of companies love to overwork interns with the promise of being brought onto the team at the end, typically leading for interns to become really competitive and even catty with each other just for some trust fund kid to slide in and grab the spot anyway.

Yeah, you aren't going for those at all. Doing an unpaid internship is a mistake you've made once, and you're not going to repeat it.

There were honestly very few vacancies for IT-related jobs in your area, which sucks, so you broaden your search to include office management jobs, aka your safety net.

Sure you weren't the biggest fan of working in some stuffy old office, but if it got the rent paid, you don't have many complaints. Besides, maybe you could work your way up depending on whether or not the company you joined had an IT department. You have seen places whose idea of an IT department mainly consisted of tech support being run by two people helping employees remember their user logins.

And that's when one LinkedIn posting caught your eye. It's for Cap. Incorporated, which coincidentally is Steve's company.

The listing reads:

*URGENTLY HIRING* CONFIDENTIAL TECHNICAL SECRETARY TO SENIOR MEMBER OF STAFF

Full Time

Applicant will report to the Senior Member (TBD) the Confidential Assistant performs challenging secretarial and clerical duties for the Senior Member as well as provide technical support for the Senior Member

Applicant will serve as the primary point of contact for internal and external constituencies on all matters pertaining to the Office of the Senior Member and its related programs and services

Applicant will also execute other unenumerated tasks as required.

This position entails a high degree of responsibility and use of discretion and independent judgement, while ensuring confidentiality in all work operations. Failing to meet this is punishable by 5 or more years in prison.

This position requires a flexible schedule including evening and weekend hours.

Qualifications:

Must be familiar with MS Office, G Suite (formerly known as Google Apps for Work), and Adobe Software

Must be advanced in or specialize in coding

Must have a bachelor degree in computer science or software engineering to apply*

Must have formal qualifications in office administration, secretarial work, or related training*

Must have at least three verifiable references*

Must have great communication skills

One year of experience in similar role preferred

Suggested but not required- fluency in Mandarin, Korean, and Hindu.

Salary: TBD by hiring board, negotiable

Employee Terms: 12 Months, Full Benefits, 1.0 FTE (negotiable), 12 sick days, 2 week vacation

"I can't believe this," you murmur aloud, amazed because it's almost as if this position has been curated just for you. Not only does it check all of the requirements for you, you meet all of it's requirements! And a negotiable salary? You'd be concerned if not for the fact that the position called for being an assistant to a senior member, or high ranking employee, which means the money is good! Especially, if there's a clause on confidentiality.

You quickly start to apply and you're about to submit when a little voice in your head asks: what do you do if this job means you have to see Steve, or work with him in any capacity? And you quickly dismiss it because you didn't want to jinx yourself like that. You're just applying to be someone's assistant, and just because it's at Steve's company doesn't mean you'll actually run into Steve there! Employees go years without seeing it interacting with their company CEOs, so why should this be any different?

"I'm so fucking paranoid," you chuckle, and you go ahead and submit your application. It's not like you'll hear a callback. There must be hundreds, no, thousands of applicants vying for this job who's better qualified than you.

"Yeah," you close your laptop, "let's not get ahead of ourselves." You head off to bed, forgetting all about it.

The Next Day

Steve has been having a bad morning. They messed up his order at Joe's Coffee, he was caught in traffic and was late to two scheduled meetings, his keycard refused to work and then when be got up to his office, his assistant was nervous.

"What?" He snaps at her, "There's obviously something you want to say,"

"I'm handing in my two weeks notice." She says shakily and Steve almost throws his coffee at the wall.

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, making sure that his facial features are calm and don't relay the torrent of emotions going on underneath.

"Okay," Steve opens his eyes and moderates his tone, "may I ask why you are resigning from your position?"

"Well…" Ms. Nguyen starts, eyeing him worriedly as she wrings her hands, fiddling around nervously and Steve just can't do it.

"I don't have the energy for this," he growls and walks past her to his office, set his coffee down, and sit in his chair.

"That's the problem, Mr. Rogers!" Ms. Nguyen calls out after him, finding her voice, "You never have the energy of patience for me, or rather any of your employees. It's always 'i want this done' without any thought or regard of our well-being. We're human, not machines.

"That's exactly what a high demand job entails, Ms. Nguyen," Steve deadpans, taking a sip from his shitty coffee.

"Well I want no part of it any longer. I don't sleep well, I don't eat well, and I feel utterly consumed," Ms. Nguyen rants, and maybe Steve should have used a lighter tone. Steve gives her a tight smile.

"I'm sorry to hear that and respect your choice. I will happily be one of your references. But what about our discussions with Japan? Aren't you overseeing the Shinigami account?" Ms. Nguyen sighs.

"That will be handled in two weeks time. And I've appointed Becca to handle the interviewing process for your new-"

"No I don't think so," Steve interrupts. He's always believed in getting to personally know those working with him.

"Sir, I don't think you understand, you have over ten thousand applicants-" Ms. Nguyen tries to reason but Steve's mind is made up.

"Well, narrow down that list to fifty by Thursday by whichever means necessary- I don't care if you put all of their names into a randomizer, and have their applications on my desk. I'll see to the interviewing process myself." Ms. Nguyen's lips purse and a deep frown wrinkles her forehead.

Huh. Maybe she had a point about the job ageing her- those wrinkles weren't there before.

"I-"

"Do you think you can get it done by Thursday or not?" Steve presses, opening his planner, and paying attention to things he has to do today.

"I can get it done by today, sir," Ms. Nguyen spits out, and Steve can hear the barely restrained anger in her voice and sighs to himself. He doesn't mean to be an asshole, he just wants someone capable and sometimes being nice doesn't get you results, unfortunately.

"Good," Steve

"If that's all?"

"You're dismissed, you can go back to your station now," Steve waves his hand.

A stack of 50 applications is on his desk by that afternoon. Steve will certainly miss Ms. Nguyen's efficiency.

Curiosity piqued, Steve thumbs through the applications with the intentions to see if any catch his eye for any particular reason.

And there are some, with incredibly impressive resumés attached that Steve can't help but read through, making sure to keep those candidates in mind when he's almost near the bottom of the stack when a familiar name pops up. A name that makes Steve drop the stack back into his desk.

Y/N, first and last.

Could it be?

There's no guarantee that it's you, Steve tries to reason, people share names all of the time, even those with rarer names!

Steve eagerly checks the address listed on the resumé and breathes a sigh of relief. It's obviously not you, the last time Steve spoke to you, you were living in a completely different section of the city.

But what if he moved? A traitorous voice in his head asks and Steve shakes his head and dismisses the thought.

You wouldn't try to work under Steve after kicking him out of your life suddenly, right?

Right?

There's only one way to know.

Steve checks the phone number listed on the application and closes his eyes in defeat. It's yours, the same number you used to drop a bombshell on him years ago.

After confirming you're one of the applicants, Steve is bombarded with a lot of different emotions at the same time.

He's still angry at you, but there's also a part of him that wants to see you and how you've been, a part of him that's always wanted closure and ask why you really left him in the dust all those years ago. He's conflicted as to whether or not he should throw away your application in the trash and finally close that chapter of his life with you, for good.

So Steve does what he always does when he's in a pickle nowadays- calls Bucky and Sam. They're always together so it's like a two for the price of one deal.

"Hello, Buck? You're NEVER going to believe who applied to be my assistant," Steve blurts out on the phone.

…

"Okay, so let me get this straight. Y/N doesn't actually know that he's applied to be an assistant to you or?" Bucky asks, and Steve can hear the barely contained glee in his voice.

"No, it's never clarified in the listing. Just says senior staff member," Steve answers.

"Well then here's your chance to fuck with him the way he fucked with you years ago-"

"What do you mean?"

"Give him the job!"

"Give him the job?!" Steve repeats and Bucky laughs.

"Yeah, and just be a dick to him," Bucky continues and Steve can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"What?" Steve asks, surprised. He thought they would've told him some 'be the bigger person' shit.

"Bucky! That is horrible advice!" Sam scolds, and it seems like someone's finally decided to be the voice of reason.

"You should be nice to him and then fire him suddenly. Waste his time like he did yours," Sam offers instead, and Steve can hear Bucky go "ooh, that's a good idea, too, babe" in the background.

What should he do? And why is Steve's heart racing? Is it from anxiety or perhaps excitement?

"Thanks, you two just told me what I needed to hear," Steve tells them, and Bucky and Sam both reply with a "No problem!" and "Anytime!" before he hangs up.

Steve presses a button on the intercom.

"Ms. Nguyen, please arrange for candidate Y/N (first and last name) to be seen in a week's time."

"Yes, Mr. Rogers." Steve smiles and thinks and thinks. There's a lot of planning he has to do.

Three days later you get an email.

"Good afternoon, Y/N (first and last),

This is Jessica Nguyen with Cap Incorporated reaching out to you regarding your application. You have been selected to do an in-person interview. Please respond at your earliest convenience with attachments of your resumé, a cover letter, and five references.

Tips for the interview: Be on time. Be well dressed.

Have A Nice Day,

Jessica

-Secretarial Assistant"

What the fuck? When did you even-?

You can't afford to leave this alone and this is a great opportunity. Forget Steve Rogers. It's not like you're going to working with him, anyway. You send back a confirmation email, and try not to think about it anymore.

A feeling of unease crawls up your spine.

---

Delicious 😋

Video Game Lover - G.S.

Synopsis. Suguru Geto, the resident nerd who “helps” you with your homework. Tall, gloomy, mean, and- and an alpha? And he’s in rut?!

Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! oméga! reader, alpha! nerd! Geto, ruts, OMÉGAVERSE AU, pánty-sniffer Geto, he goes FÉRAL, MEAN Geto, headIocks, slightly bímbo! reader, dúmbifícation, cervíx kíssing, creampíes, cúmplay, MANHANDLlNG, Geto with glasses + tattoos, overstím, knots, first times (Geto), pússydrunk Geto, MATÍNG BÍTES, oraI (f + m), p talking, spítting, praise, he’s POSSESSIVE, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 8.8k

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

“Please, Sugu—?”

“No.”

“I’ll let you keep my panties?”

And that makes Geto shudder, breath hitching into something dangerously husky as he pushes his thick glasses further up his nose bridge. Greedy gaze darting anywhere but where you were oh-so-vulgarly leaning towards him. “Tch- as if I’d ever…”

With a grin, you shift to show him a flash of cherry pink peeking out from underneath that sinfully short skirt of yours.

Purposefully. 

He was gone. 

“F-fine.” He’s gulping, and it wouldn’t be the first time that you’d goaded the ill-tempered campus genius, Geto Suguru, into doing your- ah, “helping” you with your homework. “But-”

Before Geto can ramble away the usual lecture about something called “academic integrity”, you’re jumping up and tackling his towering frame into a hug. Pressing the curves of your tits into his Digimon t-shirt - just as a little treat - and flouncing excitedly back to your friends. 

But what you didn’t notice is the way that makes Geto stiffen.

His tummy lurching, nose raising into the air- 

Oh.

You smelled so sweet. 

Geto’s spit-slicked lips part open to steal a sharp gasp of the sweltering lecture hall air- it couldn’t be. And his bleary irises can’t even focus, can’t lock on anything but the figure of you mere feet away. 

…Could it?

With a slight tilt of your head, you’re staring back at him - and something…carnal pangs through his suddenly-boiling veins.

Then you smirk- and Geto twitches.

Fuck.

He would’ve crashed onto his knees right then and there if it wasn’t for the way that you proceed to dig through your cute, useless bag - still in the middle of a conversation with your friends - and throw something flimsy and pale pink at him.

No shame. No regrets.

None for either of you; but especially not Geto once his strong palms reach out to urgently scramble for the shred of gauzy fabric in midair. 

Tangling the stringy satin between thick, ringed fingerpads, he’s sinking his face into its sugarcoated scent before sinking into the realization that you’d had the audacity to throw your fucking panties at him in the middle of a bustling seminar. 

Yet, he was even worse - jaw slackening, broad chest heaving with rasping ahs! as he drinks in loooong repeated puffs of your pheromones. Coating his brain in melty molasses of sugar and spice and you. 

There was a reason you were the most sought-after omega on the entire campus. With your filthy skin-tight outfits, and your flirty smiles. 

And him? He couldn’t get enough.

Smearing away a sloppy splotch of saliva spilling from the corner of his mouth- when had he even started drooling? Geto watches through watery peripherals as you mouth a smug “an advance” at him, and saunter out of the class in your tightly-knit group.

Too tightly-knit, if you asked Geto. Dead-on stare narrowing, he catches the way one of your so-called friends brush away an invisible piece of lint from your shoulder. 

Just barely. His head snapping towards Geto when the latter growls-

Oh.

Oh, fuck. 

He was fucked.

.

.

.

Listen, it’s not as if you make Geto finish all of your homework - just the ones that you found too tedious, too complicated, or too time-consuming. Which might just happen to be all of them, but you digress! 

He was more than happy to collect those slutty scraps of silk you called “panties” and you were proud to keep your streak of having the second-highest GPA in class (after the man himself, of course.)

The more important the grade the more sinful the panties. 

After all, it wasn’t as if you minded all of Geto’s fiery stares at you during lectures, the spark in his eyes when he tried to drill a difficult concept into your mind, or the way his dark lashes would flutter drunkenly the moment you got too close. 

In fact, you might even admit that you…like it.

Because Geto was hot. Fuck- he was fucking pretty.

You’d seen just how fawny his amethyst eyes were behind those clunky glasses. Lengthy Stygian hair, so many inches above six feet, and biceps that pull his gamer t-shirts so taut that it made you wonder what was underneath.

But it wasn’t as if a nerd - and a beta, obviously, though you didn’t care for secondary gender - like him would ever make a move. 

Hell, he barely even talked to anyone other than the professors. 

All grumbling and rude. It took you weeks to even get him to acknowledge your existence, and that was only by giving him an “accidental” glimpse of your red, red bra strap. 

So you were mostly fine and dandy with this lecherous transaction of yours. Geto was smart; he was never a minute late in emailing you your surely A+ worthy work before their deadlines, and you’d gift him his little treat just the day after.

Except- you were lounging on your couch as the 12:00AM deadline for your latest essay rolled around and there was still no sign of Geto. Not a single ping from your inbox. 

With an impatient thumb, you’re idly scrolling through the sparse chat history you’d all but bullied him into sharing with you, brows furrowing deeper and deeper at your plethora of ignored texts and calls. 

Nothing new but, seriously…

Scoffing as the clock tick! tick! ticked! its way to 12:01AM. 

He was late - and your homework was, too. 

You’d been feeling a little too…feverish tonight to attend that one party your friends had invited you to, and thank your stars for that. Because not even minutes later, you were stomping the few blocks down to Geto’s apartment building and all the way up to his white-painted front door.

“Hey, Sugu—” You rap your knuckles harshly on the wood, exasperated. “Are you in there?”

No answer. 

Huffing, your heated skin stings where it clashes even harder against his door. Impatiently, “Hah- making an omega walk all the way out here…I should take back all those panties I gave you. Yaga deducts points for late submissions and I am not leaving until you come out.”

Still no answer. Not even a sound. 

“In fact, I’ll only get louder.”

Not even a breath. 

That was…strange. He should’ve at least come out to shut up your racket so that he can study, if not at the mention of your panties. 

And right now your annoyance was being washed away with sharp waves of concern, a nervous bout of laughter escaping you as soon as your hand falls on the door handle to find it shockingly unlocked. Oh? 

You and Geto might not be the best of friends, but you wanted him to be alright goddammit. 

“Better come out and stop me now, unless you want me to barge in!” You call out, jostling the cold, metallic knob for good measure. It holds firm in your hand, the only thing grounding your swimming mind as you bask in a second of silence. Two. Three. Before sighing, “Have it your way then. I’m coming in–”

Then it hits you.

Slow, at first. Like a smell from a distant memory that you find yourself aching for - find yourself stumbling a few steps inside Geto’s cozy apartment and devouring in generous lungfuls. 

You slam the door shut to cloud yourself in the saturated air and gasp.

This was nothing like any expensive perfume you’d smelled before. It felt like your entire body was on fire, like every one of your pores was scorching from deep inside. Like you needed him.

Head whirling with the heady concoction of caramel salt scent and those dark undertones of wine. Something so dangerous. So tempting. So…Suguru.

You jolt. He was in rut. 

Wait, rut? Geto Suguru? Wasn’t he…wasn’t he a beta? 

You swear he was. You didn’t know what was happening, only angling your head up for more and more and more-

Shit, you’re shoving your thighs together before you know it. Already feeling the slippery stream of slick that sloshes past your pussy lips and puddles at the bottom of your underwear. And you know you’ve never been wetter. 

“A-anyone home?” You’re straining out, the doughy mountain of your palm rubbing mindlessly up n’ down through your thin skirt. 

Undoubtedly, there’s still no response. And yet, it’s almost as if he’s calling to you - and maybe he is.

Feet wrenching one jerky pitch after the other, you have to balance yourself on the hallway walls to fucking keep your sanity.

And to perhaps stop your weakened knees from slipping you into a pile on the polished hardwood floors. Perhaps to stop yourself from breaking out into a run to wherever your inner luna was clawing to take you. 

You breathe, “Th-this isn’t funny, Suguru…”

The soft thuds of your padded steps thunder in time with your racing heart. Louder and louder. Deafening by the time you’re catching sight of a large mahogany door at the end of the corridor that waves ever-so-slightly ajar. 

Where those hypnotic pheromones were the most saturated. And your mouth waters. 

It’s only once you’re reaching it - trembling, standing stock-still, right outside what you now assumed to be his bedroom - that you realize Geto was calling to you. Well, more like he was calling out for you. 

Your name. 

In soft, breathy moans that make his rich baritone crack.

“Get the fuck in here.”

.

.

.

The moment Geto Suguru catches a glimpse of your oh-so-cute face - the moment he senses that you’re actually, honest-to-goodness here - he cums. 

And he can’t help it- fuck, he can’t help it.

Even dabbing the fat of his massive thumb right over his bawling tip can’t stop the heaping torrents of gooey white escaping from him. Such slick ribbons upon ribbons crawling their way up Geto’s washboard abs, you can only watch with bated breath as his messy, round globs of seed trickle up n’ down until they drench his dark happy trail. 

Your watery thighs stick together, maw falling agape because you’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined this.

You had. Once or twice or many, many times. 

All splayed out on his Digimon sheets like this; meaty thighs cracked open, silky locks slathered across every inch, glasses fogged up. Ruined. Geto’s sweat-shimmered back arches off the outdated bed springs with a creak! while his hand flew furiously up and down his swollen cock.

Shit, you’re biting your lip. Syllables jumping roughly off of your heavy tongue, “S-Suguru?”

SLAM!

It’s like the sound of your voice does heavenly wonders to him.

Plump, tender balls squeezing, Geto’s free hand encloses behind his sweaty scalp and onto the headboard above him. Hard enough that the sturdy frame snaps, pale biceps flexing enough that you find your skin clammy with need. 

“Fuh-fuck.” He’s hissing through clenched teeth. Staring right at your meandering form through dazed half-crescents, mouth departing endless husked grunts. And oh…oh a few more dewy droplets of cum spray out of his bawling orifice once you gulp. “Look what you’ve done t’me.”

“Y-you’re an alpha?” You finally manage to find your voice. 

He snickers, the murky scent of the room growing ever-stronger. And even more than that was your own scent, mixing and melding until you felt dizzy. “And you’re in danger, little omega~”

Your widened gaze grows to lock on the way that his rugged fingers continue milking out creamy sploshes of cum. Expertly flying up, up, up– before fisting his hefty base with an airy sigh. 

Large. He was so large. 

And in so many ways more than one. 

An alpha. He was an alpha. 

Seductively sculptured body dwarfing his single bed with what looked like miles upon miles of toned, tall muscles. Were those tattoos spying out from the sides of his back?

A syrupy geyser of sap formulates between his two legs the size of your head- this was Geto Suguru? 

And his cock - oh, he was so perfectly massive. Oversized, even in Geto’s engulfing hand. 

So painfully hard that he was blushing a blossoming magenta near the very tip of his globular cockhead, throbbing. Pulsing. Thick lightning bolts of veins gripping down either side of his pink shaft and all the way down to his breeder balls.

With a harrowed gasp filling your lungs, you’re spotting just the barest fringe of something soaked-through and gauzy tangled underneath his digits. 

Fuck. 

“Is that-”

“This?” Geto grins - grins. You’ve never seen him smile let alone show off this dopey, predatory leer plastering all over his flushed features. A gentle dimple embeds near his curled lip, and he quirks an eager brow. 

You can barely even think while he untwines the frilly pair of panties you’d thrown at him in class from around his aching cock. Sticky and stretched now, it finds home right near his flared nostrils as Geto brings it up and sniffs. Crazed. “C’mere.”

The rawest of glints twinkle in his half-lidded vision as you inch closer, the way you tremble on your two feet like a newborn fawn was adorable. And he can’t stop himself from letting out a low whistle–

“Yeah. Good fuckin’ girl.”

Your body kneels you right by Geto’s bedside before your mind can even think to catch up. Head lolling lecherously against the wide plane of his shivering thigh, you let your tongue lap up a pearl of his buttery white cum and keen. He was even bigger up close. “Sugu—”

“Nuh uh, gorgeous.” Geto tuts, gravelly tonality rendering you confused just as much as you were needy. His two palms grip the crown of your head to peer upwards, “S’all because of you. You n’ those d-damn panties. M’not your hck! nerdy fuckin’ Sugu right now. Best remember that- m’gonna make sure you remember that.”

He’s more than gazing down at you, he’s boring right through you. 

Spectacle frames creeping precariously down his nose bridge, tendrils of his shaggy hair almost curtaining him, pellets of sweat trickle down his temples and hit you in thin spatters. So close. And you wanted him closer. 

“Tilt your head back, lemme see that ngh- pretty mouth.” One hand slips from your head to curl around Geto’s fattened hilt, nudging his puckered tip to strike your lips with a dull thud! “Count.”

“One-”

And it’s not once. 

“T-two-”

Not twice. 

“Three- hah!”

Not thrice, until he’s leaving your mouth whimpering and stinging with the slam of his rock-hard shaft slapping down your tender flesh. Leaving a slimy trail of pre and salty cum that leaks between your maw and drives you wild. 

Then - and only then - is he wrenching you up closer. Manhandling your pliable body until the very tip of his perfectly button nose meets yours. So close.

Your teary lashes flutter halfway shut once you feel the foggy breeze of his breath scorching your face, cunt quivering with the anticipation of a kiss. His pheromones hit you in powerful gusts, your primal urges scratching up to the surface.

Closer. Too close- for a kiss that never comes.

“Heh. Cute.”

He doesn’t kiss you.

But before you know it, Geto pitches his tongue back and wets your shimmery pouted lips with a large wad of his syrupy saliva. 

In just a split-second. 

Bowing you back underneath him and stuffing your chatty mouth so damn full of his swollen cock that you can’t even think of anything else. Fat droplets of tears fountain up at the edge of your eyes, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so split open.

He was eight- no, maybe nearing ten whole inches that scraped the back of your mushy throat with his ruthless mushroom tip. 

Hard. Girthy. 

Cratering out a wet circumference of bruises into your melty mouth with a singular thrust, and it wasn’t enough- fuck, it might never be enough.

Geto’s throwing his head back, toned core muscles tensing. “O-oh. This. Th-this is what it feels like?” 

You almost wonder whether he even knew what he was doing once you feel a shaky thigh throwing behind your neck and reel you in close. Drawing you all the way up until your nose scratches his tufted pelvis, mouth hanging wiiidely agape. 

“Sh-shooo big–” You’re mumbling through a scalding mouthful, slicked walls clenching at the realization that he had you trapped in a headlock. And by the looks of it, he was never going to let go.

“Yeah- yeah?” He shudders out, bass cracking into a zillion shatters near the end. Octaves higher. Unsteady. Meanly, Geto’s leg jostles you even further from behind to probe his shaft even deeper into your velvety mouth, your chin buckling underneath his curvaceous ballsack. Holding you still. Firmly. “Fuckin’ l-like that, don’t you?”

You can’t nod. You can’t hum affirmative. He was so bulky inside you that your lips sag underneath the sheer weight.

But your omega preens for the attention, sleek tongue zig-zagging over one of the pounding veins that poked into the roof of your mouth. And it’s enough of an answer for Geto.

Spitting out, “Oh yeah? Dirty girl. Didn’t expect your loser lil’ Sugu to have such a fat fuckin’ dick, huh?” 

So fucking…rude, words teetering right on just the edge of being menacing. And you were just so gorgeous crying all over his cock like this, so much better than when you were hanging off of other alphas. 

So much better when he strays a thumb to feel your filling throat, the way he’s lodged deep inside. Him. All him. 

You let off a whiny gag the moment his blushing red cockhead twitches up ferally at the thought. The static cotton in your head making you slurp his length with a sloppy squelch! 

He’s pushing up his glasses furiously, “Can you even take it? Seriously- acting so popular n’ mighty when you can’t even take my hngh- cock.”

And you’re about to rebuke, you’re about to- you swear.

But oh, he didn’t have mercy now. 

“Whaaaat? M’just saying.” The ridges of his head press up all against every nook and cranny of your mouth, a silvery trail of drool now seeping from between your locked lips. Geto wipes away his own cobwebs of drool with the back of his mouth, giggling. Giggling when you scuffle, “S’it too big? Too big for our f-famous lil’ omega?”

Your throat aches something carnally delicious when he keeps a hold ‘round your neck to plunge into the waterlogged bottom. Bobbing your head in lewd maneuvers allll the way up n’ down. “Ngh- Sugu–” 

“Hah- hah!” His glassy eyes gleam something wild, microscopic tastebuds watering all over again with just how intensely he was gawking down at you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have said that his eyes were glowing- “Why are ya still fuckin’ speaking, gorgeous?”

It wasn’t a Command, but oh did it feel like one.

Only mere moments later and Geto’s springing himself off of the bouncy mattress to shovel your hot throat full of copious inches and leave you spellbound. Swirling a lazy few half-circles of his heavy tip where you were most sensitive.

“Cool that pretty lil’ head. You’re cuter when yer like th-this, y’know?” He groans, feeling your slippery cheeks grip his shaft in an adorable hug. Knee drawing up even tighter to hold you still while he fucked your mouth the way he’d been wishing he could for so long. “All shut up a-and mine and…”

Ah, breath wisping away. He’s prodding your poor gag reflexes at the very same time he rovers up a stray hand to squeeze your nostrils together. “-only mine.”

“Nghh- G-etooo—” And yet, he still doesn’t let up. You’re cupping Geto’s plumpened balls with a delicately loving touch, lustrous strands of spit layering your lips. “Want you.”

“Hm?”

“Want you.”

Oh.

Oh.

Those are the very same words he’s been dreaming of every single rut since meeting you. And he can’t help himself, he can’t stop himself from letting out a slew of swears and cumming.

Shocked. 

“Sh-shit—” It’s all Geto can do to bite down on the plush of his bottom lip and wrangle back those embarrassing fucking whimpers on his tongue, dewy eyes sparkling with a few overstimulated tears. “You’re gonna- f-fucking…”

But he’s not given the privilege to finish his thought let alone his sentence. 

Just flooding your senses with the caramel salt of his scent, and his gobs of pearly seed. Every jackhammer has Geto pinpricking it on the back of your bruised and battered throat, every squeeze of his hand around your neck makes him drool out in wiry oodles of sap more and more and more-

“S’what you w-wanted, right?” And you’re sensing the way his scent tinged with something maddened, leaving your eyes popping. “Prancing around with your hah- p-pre-heat panties and your- fuck!” Geto fights to keep his eyes from flapping closed, “Take it- ohhhh take it all.”

As if you could do anything else.

Every tiny twitch leaves your cavern flooded. Geto was cumming so hard that it was overspilling from each crevice of your lips, a silvery waterfall of cum that he’s dabbing around a thumb to smear. 

Letting your pouted lips wobble at the fresh topping of white gloss, “There’s a good girl. My goood fuckin’ girl.” 

Oh, there’s no doubt in your fractured mind right now that Geto Suguru was an alpha. Inhaling his deep puffs of contentment, you’re arching your back mindlessly in delight. Throat loosening with the motions to-

“Don’t swallow.”

So mean. 

You don’t think you’re given the split-second to wonder otherwise before he’s grappling for the pretty column of your throat and kissing you raw. 

You’re gasping when his depraved tongue smacks down between the seam of your mouth to lather in every scorching hot mess of sap he’d left behind. The mess that he made. And he was only making it messier.

Watching you through barely-cracked open pupils while he scooped up the sticky webs of seed dangling from your mouth. Scratchy buds taking over. A kiss so filthy that you felt shy to even call it that. 

“Mmm—” Geto’s skidding his tongue down the buttered length of his lips, flicking over any stray droplets he could find. And something in his eyes told you that he was mere seconds away from doing it all over again. “Not bad for a first kiss.”

Fuck- what?

“Sugu- what-” You’re panting out measly syllables through the gaps of his sappy mouth. “I-I thought you’d be more…”

“What? A heh- bumbling loser?” His eyes narrow down at you, words purring sexily. “Oh, gorgeous…”

Fuck, and if the rasping growl in his tone didn’t shut you up, the way that Geto’s throwing you onto the bouncy bed sure does. 

He doesn’t have a care in the world, he doesn’t have a single thought other than ripping off your flimsy clothes. Everything but those very same cherry pink panties you’d teased up at him, well- more see-through than anything right now.

Kneeing apart your jittery legs to watch the way your cunt gushes in pure need. Lips curling into a leer at the way she winks up at him through filthy masses of slick.

“Sh-she’s mine now, isn’t she?” Rumbling out, eyes wide. Unfocused. And the look on Geto’s face made white-hot trills sprint down your spine - ones you couldn’t decode between primal need and fear. “She’s…”

Ptwah!

The vicious goblet of spit that hits you this time is somehow even meaner than the last, striking at the very top of your sobbing pussy and disappearing riiiight between your folds. 

“Mine.” Awestruck, Geto bullies one capped knee to smooch up against your slit. Gleaming his heated skin with the bucketloads of cute sap that you kept pouring out by the second. Geto was greedy, he was grunting. “Beg for it, omega.”

You’re squirming underneath him impatiently, clawing all over his unmoving wrists. You ached all over for something. Anything. “Don’t- don’t wanna-”

But Geto had ten times your strength and wasn’t afraid of using it. Oh, he wasn’t afraid of using it - wasn’t afraid of pinning down both your trembly hands on the bed springs with one of his. Rutting his knee up even more mercilessly, murking his pheromones until it burned of salt and spice. “Beg.”

You mewl, “P-please-”

“No stuttering.”

“Please.” And if that wasn’t enough, you’re batting your lacquered lashes up at Geto in exactly the way you knew was his weakness. Exactly the way that got you the second-highest GPA for so long. Jutting your back the perfect curvature off of the bed, “I’ll let you k-keep my panties, Suguru—?”

“Oh, giiiirl—” He husks out, leaning in so close to plant a yearning snog on your mouth. Blushing pink lips wrapping around your tongue and sucking. You always got what you wanted. “M’keeping those regardless.”

In his special drawer for all your slutty underwear, of course. 

And just as soon as Geto’s kissing your lips, he’s trekking his way downwards to make sure that your other ones don’t feel left out. 

“Look at her.” He breathes, words taking on an airy tone that makes him sound as if he was furious. Blistering with the anger that he’s been deprived of the heavenly proximity of your soft, seeping cunt for so long. “H-heh, if o-only those tch- popular friends of yours could see. Just look- look how wet she is f’me. All me.”

A fattened thumb fringes past your panties, and you flinch at the cold press of his silver rings. Rovering all the way to greet your puffy pussylips in languid drags uuuuup and down, pricking his manicured fingernail on the button of your clit. 

Geto’s hooded lids widen, heat rushing all over his cheeks at the sloppy squelches he draws out. So easily. Adorably.

And it was true - he did have a tattoo. A splashing inking of a dragon all across Geto’s muscled back, somehow making him even more unintentionally hotter. 

“And look how loud mmm–” He’s kissing the mound of your folds like a lover, lingering. Loving. Stealing deeeeep gasps of your scent, “M’gonna ruin you. Ngh- ohhh, m’gonna r-ruin you, gorgeous. Ruin ya for anyone else.”

And when Geto meant he was going to ruin you - he meant it.

“Shit.” He was going to mush his pretty features up into your sopping wet pussy until you could feel every minute, warm pant. Staring right up into the target of your fuzzy heart-eyes, “How do you- how do you taste so good.”

Every gasp he’s drinking in of your murked perfumed pheromones, showering ‘round every sense and making him dizzy.

“Squeeze- wanna feel-”

And maybe it’s his rut, maybe it’s the way your tension was so thick - but you instantaneously know what to do. 

To close your legs in a deadlock around Geto’s oily scalp. Your weighty eyelids bat up and down subconsciously at the attractive way he was digging his bulging biceps into the sides of your thighs. Pulling you in closer and closer and closer. “That turns you on, huh?”

But that wasn’t all- oh, that wasn’t what he was making out with your cute cunt and begging for. 

His mouth lathers over with a fresh bout of watery spit the moment your rubbery ring of muscle clench all around him. Making every ridge of his hot tongue catch on your gooey innards, the texture of it enough to drive you positively wild. 

“Sh-shiiit–” You’re letting out a primal groan, clawing at his tattooed back. Chest shuddering underneath the strain of one powerful hand pinning you down. Holding you painfully still. “Suguru- want more. More.”

Slipping his slick tongue in and out of your fluttery hole, Geto keens at the way your entrance kept on trying to suck him back in. 

“Fuckin’ know-” In one second, he’s pushing his cloudy glasses up his nose, and in the other he pries apart your puffed lips and caresses. “Yer turning into a fucking w-waterpark, dirty girl. Even wetter than all that p-porn I learned from…”

You’re whimpering, legs falling further n’ further open until it burned your inner quads. No matter how deeply Geto stuffed his face between them it just wouldn’t be enough.

It was almost as if…

“Heat.” He’s slurring a looong lap of his grooved tastebuds all over the lustre of your sweet, sweet juices. Free hand wrapping at his favorite position around your neck and making sure to angle your head so that you catch the twinkling droplets of slick pouring down his tongue. “You’re in heat, little omega.”

Gasping, “W-what?”

But it made sense. It was falling into place and that only made you wetter.

With a smirk, Geto swats your hands until they tangle into his silken tresses. “Lemme take care of you.” SWAT! The plapping sensation hits you before the realization that he’d run his crowned digits over to spank your perked clit. “Ngh- just sit tight n’ let your nerdy ol’ Sugu here take g-goood care of you.”

He was pleading with you - begging you - to latch onto his pretty locks and grind your pussy in repeated gyrations all over his face. Guiding him, using the hook of his pert nose as the perfect ridge to rest your throbbing clit on. 

“Th-thank you, alpha—” Too good. You were giving into something baser, to let your head loll into the cushy pillow behind you in sweeping motions. And it was so cute he could cum. 

“Yeah? Who- who?”

“You, Suguru.”

“Damn right.”

With every drag of his hoarse syllables, Geto was trawling his face across every inch between the beautiful legs that you had to offer.

Purposefully. 

You’re holding back his endless, inky strands just to admire how pretty he looked. How ravenous. Greedy. 

Fuck, Geto was making up for all these years he spent parched. Spitting out streak after streak of spittle that made your pussy pour out all over his snogging mouth. “Gonna- gonna fuck you like this w’my cock next.”

His tongue folds into your slobbery hole and slithers into every tender orifice - so staggeringly long that you were feeling a lump in your own throat. 

Just a few flops into your earliest magical spots and Geto could already hear the way you were fighting to hide your little sobs. 

“Th-this right here-” He’s probing a finger underneath the panties that stuck to your cunt like adhesive, letting it spring back to hit you with a smack! Tittering at your yelp, “S’mine.”

Rubbing a fat few crowns of his fingerpads at the tender area underneath the base of your pussy. Pressing down. Hard. “And her? All the w-way from here-”

Drawing sensual patterns up, up uuuup all the way to your sensitive clit, and oh- it felt so right to have him draw sultry little hearts on your weepy hood. 

Tugging it over to nip underneath one sharp canine - one that you swear had grown even longer in the last few minutes. Geto was gone in the depths of his rut, hallowing out his cheeks to eat you out as if he was a man starved. And you were his favorite dessert. “To here? S’mine, too.”

RIIIIIP—!

Through your glossy heaps of tears, you can make out the fuzzy shapes of Geto tearing your satiny underwear into tatters. Balling it up into a wad of sugarcoated fabric that he unapologetically stuffs in your drivelling mouth.

“Gonna add these t-to my collection.” You feel him smile against the outer edges of your claggy cunt, tittering at the stupid way your overspilling lips slacken with a soggy pwah! You’re hearing and feeling a long-winded woooosh from below once he takes a deeeep breath in with his over-delicate senses. “Th-thereeee we go. Cum all over my mouth, gorgeous.”

And if you were in any better state of mind perhaps you’d have noticed the way that Geto’s driving his hips into the bed like a damn dog when he sensed your scent peaking. Sensed you getting closer.

Ragged breaths striking your quivering pussy mercilessly and making your teeth sink desperately into the muggy jumble of underwear in your mouth. 

Your broken moans burst out even through that particular watergate, right along with a slithery trickle of saliva and a huff of “S-Suguru—” Craning your head to watch his nostrils flare with knowing, “Close- clo- cumming.”

Eyes flashing. Heart thumping not just within your rib cage.

When it rains, it pours. 

But you weren’t just pouring - you were flooding.

Such glutinous ropes of your orgasm, it sprays Geto’s sexy face in squirts. Clinging onto the edge of his glasses and forming little puddles right at the apples of his high cheeks.

Suddenly, you were oh-so-thankful for the way he’d stuffed your mouth mercilessly full - because by the rusted rasp in your throat, you’re sure you’re singing out shrill trills loud enough that his neighbors would file a noise complaint.

But that was the last thing on his mind.

The last thing- well, fuck, it wasn’t on his mind at all. Geto’s cooing at how unstable you feel, treacherous fingers mazing across your fat clit and giving her a goood few pushes just the way he would with his gameboys.

“Good girl-” he spits into your gapingly widened cunt, still suffering from the remnant tremors of your high and still slopping out wads of juices. Like a mantra, Geto’s dark brows scrunch in concentration, “Good girl good girl gooood fucking girl.”

Words hitching up into something shrill near the edge, he sounded as if he was fraying his sanity with every droplet of slick you pumped into his mouth. With every single second. 

Pushing his aching hot cock deeper and deeper into the sullied sheets. More. He needed more. 

Every sloppy swivel of your widely pried-apart pussy on his tongue made him leave an open-palmed smack! on your thigh. Other hand traipsing to pin your hips down with his big, vein-decorated forearm. 

He doesn’t want to let go.

You’re barely letting off a whine at the lack of friction before Geto lets his mouth depart from your cunt with a soggy pwah! Leaving a final few French kisses on his favorite sweet orifice, he’s pecking a loooong open-mouthed pathway up to your loosened maw.

“Good girl…” He hiccups, clammy forehead sticking against yours. Each syllable struggles to wrench past the leaden ball slowly forming on Geto’s mouth. 

The syrup-glazed lenses of his glasses clash into you, and Geto himself seems to notice. “Look what a fuckin’ mess ya made.” He’s gruffing out at the thick topping of oozing gloss that made the frame impossible to see through. 

Immediately pulling back a few millimeters to take them off and dump them on your own nose bridge. Unceremoniously. 

And it was so wet. 

Almost as wet as Geto’s features were - all showered in gunky dredges of glistening sap. It streaks all the way from his pointed chin and up to his handsome cheekbones. Beads of it hitting your panting chest in a pat! pat! pat!

Heaving out a shaky exhale, he’s pushing away a few elegant strands of charcoal bangs. 

“M’gonna…m’gonna fuck you now.” Sounding more as if he was talking to himself rather than you. Or perhaps both. Puffy folds being rubbed all raw with the depraved back and forth of his veiny under-shaft. “Gonna fuck you. So take it- take it.”

Geto stares deep into your whirling eyes while he sinks his hefty cock into you just as thoroughly. A clingy film sticks to his gaze, dazed and all half-hooded that you wondered if he could even register what was in front of him.

Crazed.

And he’s such a fucking tease, too. 

Creating a slimy trail of pasty pre all over your weakened inner thighs, he drags his bawling divot all over every stretch of your entrance. Around and around in circles. 

“B-big, huh? Better take it b-before I- make it- fit-” He’s echoing, dimples peaking out at the cute way your breath hitches once you feel the sheerly massive circumference of his fat tip. “Shhhh shh sh, s’alright- s’where you’re m-meant to ngh- be.”

Even for an alpha, he was always staggering - but having him stuffing you to the brim would be a whole other feeling. Would have you ruined. 

You’re peering up at him through humid lashes, borrowed glasses smearing wet splotches of slick underneath your skin. Eventually, those panties had found themselves spilling out of your unfastened jaw, “Meant to- hah! be?”

“Mhmmm— pretty omega.” You’re hit with a sudden wave of coaxing pheromones, the gentle salty breeze making your hips buck subconsciously upwards. Subconsciously aching. “This s’where you’re ngh- meant to be.”

And as much as Geto loved hearing whiny questions bubble their way up to your spit-layered lips, oh- was it so much more fun to eye down at your speechless self when he snugly squeezes just a mere sensual inch.

Leaning back to watch the way his bustling cock was stretching and stretching and stretching your tender walls flawlessly. You were taking him so ridiculously well. 

“Fuh-fuck you-” His plush pecs rumble with his bass from above, words tumbling. Hips rolling. And Geto was fucking gone- staring at you with wide, humorless eyes that you doubt were even seeing. “Fuck you- m’fucking you…fuck you fuck you fuck!”

With every sharp fah! being whirled into your loose mouth, Geto rubs his puffed-up veins into the tender mound of your cunt. You can’t help but count every rapid ba-dump—! his achy length throbs. 

Desperately. Rutting and rutting just to fit himself inside. 

Around the time he’s only halfway in, Geto circles one hand over his drenched base to skid taut O’s at the edge of your hole. Nudging his fat girth past your entrance and keening-

“M-more!” You’re barking out primally, your tongue tied into all sorts of bows and ribbons with the way this stretch was searing. And it was the best sort of tight fit, you were practically drooling all over again at the fleshy thwack! of Geto’s rounded balls smacking your thighs. “More, Sugu—”

“M-more…?”

It wasn’t just you - your luna needed more, too. 

You’re nodding and nodding- only to realize with a harsh muffle of Geto’s palm over your noisy mouth that he wasn’t even talking to you.

No, he was tittering away in a small sort of voice. Octaves higher. Strained. Goosebumps smatter all across your skin at the way he sounded so unstable. 

“More…” Irises flashing a glowy purple, fingers twitching where he held you. A loser like him. A nerd like him. “M-more she says.”

Fuck. 

Without another word - without another breath - Geto’s flipping you around with only one beefy palm clawing at your hip. Shoving your face deep into the puff of his nerdy pillows, he’s bottoming out with just one thrust-

You think you scream, you think you bawl once you feel his plummy mushroom head draw a long line of pre along the insides of your cervix. And your pussy felt so full you could burst, your walls crushed with all overpacked inches of his.

Finally. 

“Thaaaat’s it, that’s it-” He’s grunting through furiously clenched teeth, a hand crowning the back of your scalp and muffling your words into the bed. Hard. Fuck- he was going to pass out if you made another pretty sound. “S’where you belong.”

Ah, there it is - that little broken prayer.

Except, this time it was being respired in boiling hot pants against the tips of your ears. Was being wheezed out of Geto when he lurches his sweat-simmered hips back to hit your ass with a resounding pap!

“All f-fucked dumb on my ngh- biiig fucking cock, hm?” He tilts your head up with one hand, smiling to himself once he catches a glittery flash of spit leaking from your lips. “All…” A warm splatter! strikes your back, and only then do you realize that he’s slobbering. “Mine.”

And where Geto was talking all possessively - he was fucking you even more so.

In the blink of an eye, he’s planting two sets of fingers on either of your wrists and pulling all the way back, back, back. A length foot being placed right at the small of your spine to get you to bend in a delicious arch-

“Fuck!” Your cute voice rings hoarse, like music to his blushing ears. Struggling to regain the gasps of air leaving your lungs, “There- th-there.”

Oh, shit.

The way Geto was manhandling you was not only bending you in all sorts of lecherously pliable ways that had your slit dripping, it was making his rotund cockhead stub oh-so-viciously into your cervix. 

Rough. Probing. 

“H-heh, guess I lost my first kiss there, too.” He’s giggling out, biting down on the rugged mewls that threaten to depart every time your cunt swallows him whole. “Congrats on being my ngh- first, little omega— yer e-even better than my ngh- bodypillows of you.”

Bending you over ever-deeper, honestly- your walls were cloying onto him so desperately that it was making Geto’s heart pang with disappointment every time his ruddied tip recoiled back from the bottom of your sloppy pussy. 

He wanted to be this close to you forever. 

Treacling out stringy wads of pre, he’s furrowing brows and making sure each n’ every jackhammer fills you up impossibly. 

You can barely grapple for air at this point, the sloshes of syrup left after each barrelling strike leaving you star-struck. 

He grins, “Shit, d-do ya ever stop fuckin’ drooling? Gonna hafta call the f-fire department, girl.”

“Can’t help it–!” All you can do it let your mouth unlatch to warble whimper after whimper–

“C’mon now, gorgeous- aren’t ya ashamed?” Licking his lips free of your taste, Geto diverts more pressure to his foot. Hefty balls rippling wickedly against the sobbing end of your slit with just how easy you were to throw around like his favorite toy. Like his favorite figurines. “Look at what a mess yer making. Being fucked so f-filthy. And I haven’t even ngh- found it, yet.”

Haven’t found it. Oh, but he knew he was going to. He was going to make you scream.

Your syrupy whines slip into something desperate, “Y-you don’t know…?”

“Of course I f-fuckin’ know. Who d’ya think you’re ngh talking to?” As if you could forget you were being thoroughly pounded by the smartest person on campus right now. And evidently the filthiest, too. 

A ringed finger treks down to your sensitive nub, soothing over where you were throbbing the most violently. Cute. Lulling you into a sweet, sweet state of bliss before Geto pinches–

“Oh p-please!” You’re targeting your hazy vision over your shoulder, and somewhere along the lines Geto’s spectacles had slid cleanly off of you. Toes curling as his bloated head bludgeons just the creamy edges near your g-spot. “Please- y-you’re so close, Suguru-”

You didn’t know whether it was your heat or just Geto that had you so desperate. Your sparkless mind blames the latter.

“Am I?” He hums, leaning over so that the soft tendrils of his hair tickled your back. 

Whacking his painfully achy crownhead mere centimeters below your magical spots, and you’re starting to think he’s doing this on purpose. 

Geto starts holding it there for lingering French snogs into the steamy inner depths of your cunt and then you know he’s doing this on purpose. Spitting in your mouth with a smile. 

That mean bastard.

Jittering your hips to chase the texture of his curly pubic hair against your ass, he snickers. “Are you ngh- suuuure? You haven’t done a s-single one of your ngh- human biology essays lately, dirty girl.”

You’re molding your lips into a pout - difficult, with just how many loads of saliva were pouring out of you and cementing a puddle onto the Digimon pillows. “F-fuck you.”

“No…” You set free a gasp of air you didn’t know you were holding the very second he lets go of the rough foot anchoring your spine, instead- in only mere nanoseconds you find yourself jerked up into Geto Suguru’s hold with a hand at your throat. Back gluing against his glissading abs, even his voice was unbalanced and trembling now. “I’m fucking you, little omega.”

And you were about to remember it.

With an immediate pitch of his gasping breaths, Geto’s angled hips go from steadily ruined to sloppy. Calculated. 

He didn’t care if he made a mess of stringy slick that circled in the satiny sheets around the two of you, he didn’t care if your eyes were bulging out of their poor sockets when his pronounced hips dig into your backside with blistering bruises. 

He didn’t care for anything but digging the curled fringe of his fatly bloated tip right into the target of your g-spot. 

Mazing through your gluey folds and keeping them snugly open with his reddened girth, Geto knocks your sweetest spots with vengeance. 

“There–!” You call out, as if he hadn’t already felt the gooey seize of your pussy trying to hold him hostage. 

His mouth trudges over your throat, fingers roaming over to give your clit a nice few pinches. Meaningfully, “Here? Orrrr–” Punctuating each word, each second with a thorough drilling into your g-spot. “-here? Make up th-that ditzy lil’ mind. Seriously.”

Your head drunkenly crashes on top of his collarbone and stays there, “R-right here- there. Both, Sugu.”

“Again with the f-fucking Sugu-” Geto snarls out, though you can sense by his cloudy scent that he was anything but irritated with you. 

Your whines had quietened down into something more of an incoherent mess, and the main things ringing in Geto’s ears right now were the creaky protests of his bed and the clammy plops of his thrusts. 

“C’mon now— where’s my bossy fuck! omega? The one who loves her poor, nerdy Sugu?”

Arousal reaching a peak, and now that he’d found your g-spot, he was probing into it with fat thuds. Not just once or twice. Nooooo, it was over and over and- 

“Just w-wanna cum—” you’re sobbing out. Jerking your body like a bobble-head up and down to further feel the drag of his Herculean form behind you, to savor each ridge and sculpted curve sweatily massaging your back. “P-pleeeeease, Suguru. Let me cum?”

Swerving his tensing hips out alllll the way back to leave solid smooches ‘round your pussy entrance each and every time, and then there were the squelches-

Oh, you were just flooding a slippery sheen all over his hefty, swelling base. A viscid luster of slick that glided all the way down to drip off of his sack n’ between his legs. 

Your eyes manage to snatch themselves open- hissing at the realization that it was pooling especially around that particularly ballooned-up ring right over Geto’s breeder balls. 

Was that? With a shiver you’re rutting backwards, feeling for yourself the slow drag of his proud knot. Bigger than any else you’ve ever seen. It was. 

You rasp, throat itchy and raw. Sweltering droplets of tears streaming down your cheeks when he matches the stuttering beat of your heart with every pressurized push- “P-please.”

“Needy thing. Cum, huh?” Geto drawls out, voice thick with need and something else you were too stupid to register right now. He collides you even tighter against rippling pecs. Taking the sweet, sweet opportunity to poke his nose into your scent gland and steal a looooong breath of your overdriven pheromones. 

“Cum then, c-cum. Fucking cum all over my cock.”

Fuck, it’s with those exact words in mind that you do.

Startling straight headfirst into your high - and you don’t think you’ve even crashed into one wave of bliss before the other overtakes you. And another. And another-

“Oh g-god—” You’re trilling, only held up by the ruthless grip that Geto was maintaining. His hips were deep, and your pleasure even deeper. “-please. Please- please, Sugu-”

He’s hunching over your body ever-so-slightly, resting your thighs against his thick, flexing ones. Only bending you over to kiss your g-spot even more sinfully, Geto’s response comes out ragged into your lobes. “Tch, wh-what now?”

His ruby-red tip was blushing like a strawberry and just as plump - swirling around your treasure trove of spots, pounding you through each peak of your orgasm until you saw stars. 

“Cum i-insiiiide-” Your barely-audible groans spring out into the heady air, adding to its hypnotic mix of perfumes. And it’s not just the heat that made you crave Geto carnally, every pap! against the puffy ring at his base making you crave more more more- “Want it a-all up…”

You’re trailing off, melted mind unable to do multiple things at once. 

With tottering fingerpads, you’re trapping one of his palms underneath your own. Homing itself right above where his rounded tip was stretching open your insides, right above your womb.

“H-here, okay? Don’t miss-” 

You blink up at him and Geto thinks he might just be having a heart attack. Sparks fizzing around his sloshed brain, “Fuh-fuuuuck– don’t talk out of yer pussy, gorgeous.” He spanks your clit once. Twice just to watch your eyes glaze over stupidly. “Or m’gonna get you pregnant.” 

Soothing over that faint bulge he was fucking into your tummy, “Gonna h-have my baby growing allll up in here. Make you round and…” His voice sounds faint, whispering. “-big and…glowing. And…and pregnant.”

But, ah- you never did make it easy for him. Did you? Always had to have your way. 

Which Geto Suguru gladly gave. 

“But I want that, Sugu—” You pout, “Wan’ your knot…please?”

You didn’t have to say another word before Geto’s finishing off in such a messy way, reaching the biggest fucking orgasm he’s had in his entire life. The strongest. The most heavenly and oh- oh, were you an angel?

He’s collapsing onto the drenched sheets before he knows it, pinning you down with the strong v-line of his hips. 

“Shit-” Geto emits through the cracks in his bitten canines. “Shit shit shit- shit-”

You don’t know who’s losing their mind more, you or him. Falling into the well of a second, third, perhaps even fourth orgasm with how blissfully his fattened, split-ended cock bruised every nook of your adhesive-like walls. 

Your saliva cascades in puddles that soak the pillows through. “Suguruuu— a-are you okay-”

“Do I look okay?”

Sexily ridged abs kneading your back, hands scrambling on the mattress, inked shoulders shivering. His swollen knot hits and hits your pussymound. 

And it’s only once his trembly fingers latch around his glasses - fumbling, dropping it copious times before Geto manages to push them haphazardly onto his face. 

Tilting his head back just enough degrees to watch as the curved fringe of his knot disappears past your puffy folds. 

“There we- there…” He’s driveling clingy wads of translucent saliva, letting the stray pouring excess hit your fluttering hole with a splat! One eager thumb of Geto’s hooks into your entrance and bullies it aside to let his incredible perimeter sink iiiiiiiiin-

He’s melting into you now, spent. Ruined. “Get pregnant.” Geto whispers into your sweat-glossed shoulder blade once he feels the back of his knot get fully enveloped into your pussy with a gummy pop! Once he feels himself finally tip over- “Get pregnant.”

And it’s not just mindless babbling - it’s a promise. 

A promise that he rasps out time and time against with every wadded slip of seed that dollops out across your cervix. Pushing it so deep. Smearing acres of ribbony streaks all over your most precious orifices and spots. 

“Gonna know wh-what we did.” Geto whimpers, shit- he couldn’t pound his voluminous ounces of cum into you as aggressively as he wanted with this damn knot. “Entire campus. Professors. Everyone’s gonna know ngh- how I fucked ya full. F-fucked you pregnant. Gonna wonder.”

But that didn’t stop him from trying.

That didn’t stop him from wrenching out a hand to squeeze the ends of your sopping wet slit, forcing down on his very knot. Squeezing out so many numerous dredges of syrupy white cum that thwack! thwack! thwacks! a filthy second skin against your walls. 

“Fuh-fuuuuck— get pregnant, gorgeous.” He’s rutting. Grinding. Humping you like some beast more than man. “Gonna l-look at you all round n’ big and see me- me me me. Get pregnant get pregnant get-” 

Geto’s mouth parts at the pearly dewdrops of seed that leak from the overstuffed ends of your cunt. He can feel his entire body twitch, can feel his sharpened teeth lacquer so rabidly. 

He still wasn’t done.

Still letting one prespired forearm of his dangle around your neck, manhandling you into a fucking headlock. The other tracing the edges of his digits over your glands, squeezing until your skin was all tender and raw. 

And puffy. 

Perfect for him to tilt his head and bite—

“Ohhh- yes!” Every fibre of your being delights at the way Geto’s biting you so hard that you can smell crimson iron. Your pheromone bubble pops! to mix together with his own. Becoming one. And you can scent him - you can feel him. 

Glasses clashing, teeth tearing. Before you know it, you’re doing the same. “Suguruuuu— m’yours.”

Your mate latches onto the curves of your hips - your soon-to-be birthing hips. 

And the way Geto rediscovers that - tucking his face into the ruined, drenched fabric of those cherry pink panties and taking an endless, husky sniff - tells you that this was going to be a long, loooong night. 

“Mine.”

A/N. MMMMMMMMM NERD GETOOOOOOOO

Plagiarism not authorized. 

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━━━━━━━━━ “ Soak me in your desires ” ft. Eren Yeager

〜 content & warnings: afab-reader CEO Eren Yeager, employee reader, sub reader, mom-reader, bratty reader, explicit smut and foreplay, hard-dom Eren, bondage (blindfold), nipple play, lactation kink, milf chaser Eren Yeager,mention of a broken marriage; wc ~ 0.85k

〜 notes: this is a part of I’m sucking off a CEO collab hosted by @httptamaki

〜 tags: @shibuyawardnetwork

The cigarette kept fuming while a pair of emerald translucent orbs lurked over you, your curvy body. Eren couldn’t avert his eyes from your milky breasts; even when your hands moved along your body, he watched your nipples, perking through your shirt. Eren was sitting in his office, noticing you through the frills of the curtain.

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