Since We All Appear To Know, And Since Knowledge Is Permission, I'm Sure, Mr. Shelby, In The Spirit Of

Since we all appear to know, and since knowledge is permission, I'm sure, Mr. Shelby, in the spirit of our honest relationship, you won't mind me saying, it was a bottle of champagne and an evening well spent.

Tommy Shelby painting study

Come As You Are

SUMMARY// Living with Bucky isn't always about bickering

WARNINGS// smut, brief mention of m masturbation, unprotected sex (wow shocker- wrap that shit), cursing (fuck is used a good bit, oops), a sleazy comment or two, jealous bucky, bucky calls reader an idiot once (lovingly), Bucky being hard on himself, lil angst, lil fluff, oral (f receiving), a small mention of Bucky being insecure ab his arm

AU// Roommate!Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

NOTE// This is lengthy and there's a good bit of filth in it. Thanks @eireduchess for the title 😚 As always 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

MASTERLIST

Living with Bucky wasn't easy, not just from the fact that he would leave his boots in the middle of the floor or not hang up his leather kutte on the hook that was right beside the door. But because of how rowdy he'd be late at night when he'd have other club members over.

Though, there were certain aspects that made living in the same apartment as him enjoyable.

Even if he did do things on purpose to annoy you, he'd make up for it in the best way possible. To him, seeing you riled up gave him a reason to bend you over the nearest surface and bury himself in you.

His excuse always being; "You're hot when you're mad at me."

Not that you didn't find Bucky obnoxiously attractive and his stamina the highest you'd encountered- He was over six feet of smooth skin and muscle mashed with metal, with sharp features and the most piercing slate blue eyes you'd seen. Who wouldn't be attracted to him?

But, he was someone who found sex as a way to release feelings he didn't know how to deal with.

Some nights he'd come back from a late night club meeting or his bar, stress settled in his tense muscles after some kind of bad news as he made his way to your bed to wake you up with soft touches and mutters.

Telling you how he'd do all of the work, he just needed you. Not some girl from his bar, or an ex-hook up. Just you.

It made you feel special in a way, but then you'd remember that the two of you could hardly get along, unless it was during sex or eating together quietly.

There were rare times when you would tell him no so, he'd shuffle off into a cold shower to deal with it himself. But, on the other nights where you'd agree, he'd move your underwear to the side and bend your leg so he had a better angle before easing into you.

Keeping the pace slow and deep, grinding into you as he made sure the marks he left on your shoulder were light and elicited breathy sounds from you.

Mumbling how well you're doing, and how good you made him feel, amongst other things against your ear between groans and pants. Each slide against your velvety walls slowly bringing you to a breathless orgasm before he'd find his own, slipping out of your bed and going back to his.

None of it had been planned, not even him moving in with you months before. He'd overheard you talking to Wanda about needing to find a roommate after a bad breakup, and told you he was looking to move out of the motel room he had been living in.

Two months in, there was something that snapped in both of you during an argument about how loud he was being a morning after he had some of his friends over, that had clothes coming off and hands wandering bodies. Until you were lifted onto the kitchen counter, Bucky's hips snapping into yours at a relentless pace like he'd never get enough.

After that, every time an argument would start, even just a bicker, it'd end in lust filled apologies for you over reacting or for him doing something he knew would piss you off.

Which is why Bucky knew what was going to happen as he leaned his shoulder against the door frame to your room.

"Got some people coming over. You gonna drink with us?" He asked, watching as you put folded clothes into a drawer. "Nope." You said, shaking your head. "C'mon, thought we had fun last time."

Rolling your eyes, you shut the drawer after the last pair of pants were inside. "I still think you and your friends are irritating." You stated, moving the now empty basket back to its spot beside the door.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh and popped the button of his jeans open. "Pants off." He smirked, stepping further into the room. "What?" You laughed, watching as his metal fingers pulled the zipper down, igniting the fire in your veins with each step closer. "You heard me, pretty girl."

Clothes were discarded in a haste before you were scooting your way up towards the head of your bed, Bucky clicking his tongue. "Oh, no, no. Come down here."

His metal fingers wrapped around your ankle, a soft yelp erupting from your lips when he tugged you back down the bed. "Wanna taste you."

The sinful look in his eyes as he kneeled between your legs is what got you every time, a whimper falling from your lips as his tongue went flat against your slit.

Starting with gentle, languid licks, Bucky worked up to sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. Two long, thick fingers stroking the sweet spot just inside your cunt as he pulled you apart again and again, fisting over himself with his metal hand.

He could stay like that for hours, your legs hiked over his shoulders and trembling thighs closing in on his head as you scratched at his scalp. Nearly sobbing for him not to stop as your hips rocked against his mouth, the most vulgar sounds leaving your pretty lips.

"Taste so fucking good, sweet girl." Bucky groaned when he leaned away, focusing the pump of his hand on his swollen tip as he curled his fingers against your spasming walls. Bringing you to another high that had you chanting his name mixed with some curses like it was the only thing you knew.

Removing his fingers once you've rode the afterglow, he pressed your legs further apart, lapping up your release with a pleased moan before his eyes met the bright orange numbers on your alarm clock.

"Fuck, they're gonna be here any minute. Gotta make this quick." He mumbled, smirking when you huffed a breath. "Oh, don't be greedy." He chuckled, looking over his handy work as he bent his body over yours.

Bucky placed a sloppy kiss to your mouth before moving away. "Turn over." His husky voice made you shiver, listening to what he said.

You squeaked slightly when he pulled your hips up, snapping his hips into yours to fully sheath himself in one movement. A cry of his name falling from your lips as you gripped the sheet under you.

"That's it, babydoll. Feel you startin' to milk me already." He grunted, metal hand grabbing your wrist gently and pinning your arm behind your back.

The feverish pace made your mind go fuzzy, unable to do anything other than let wanton moans spill from your mouth over the salacious sound of skin slapping together and Bucky's guttural sounds that added to the fire burning in your belly.

You could picture the way he looked behind you, chest shiny with the thin layer of sweat and tinted red, jaw slack with his gaze casted down to watch the way you stretched around him as he filled you to the brim.

Ruining the thought of anyone else ever making you feel as full as he did.

"Fuck- fuck- shit-" you gasped out, white hot pleasure searing through your veins and whiting out your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Don't pass out, baby. You can take it, I know you can- Fuck-" Bucky huffed before his hips stilled against yours and his grip on you tightened. A long, low moan pulling from his chest as his cock throbbed against your spasming walls, ropes of thick release spilling into you.

His hold loosened again and he slipped out of you with a pleased sigh, letting your sore hips relax into the mattress. Every nerve ending tingling with the afterglow as he pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder and gave a light slap to your backside.

"Fuckin' perfect, sweetheart."

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Bucky craned his neck to look down the hallway when he heard the bathroom door open over the movie that was playing. Seeing you walk across the hall with one of the plush grey towels wrapped around your body.

"You've got a hot roommate." A club member, Jack, chuckled- earning a harsh nudge to his upper arm. "Don't talk about her like that." Bucky said, keeping his tone level. "Thought there wasn't anything there." Jack mused, raising his eyebrows. "There's not, but that doesn't mean you can eye-fuck my roommate."

Bucky lifted the glass bottle to his lips, eyes flicking to where you were getting in the fridge in a pair of his briefs and one of his t-shirts. Seeing that you'd gotten a beer and were headed back towards the hallway.

"Huh-uh, if you're gonna drink my beer and wear my clothes, you're gonna watch this movie with us. C'mon, sugar." He said, shifting in his seat with a slim smile. "James," you groaned, turning on your heels to look at him. All protests dying on your lips when you saw the gleaming, metal hand reached out towards you over the back of the couch. "Fine."

You went to sit beside him, his arm poking out to stop you and tug you onto his lap. "Y'know, if you're not with Barnes. I'd like a taste." Jack grinned, making you glare at him.

"Hey, that's uncalled for-" Steve started, Bucky's arm tightening around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. "Oh, shut it, Rogers."

"He's right, you see what's going on here. Shut up." Bucky snapped, jaw clenched as he stared at the man next to him. "You're the one who says there isn't anything with you two."

Your heart twisted in your chest at the words that felt like a punch to the gut. You knew that it wasn't like that for Bucky, but you could still hold onto the sliver of hope there would be one day.

Leaning forward to sit your beer on the coffee table, you huffed out a breath and pried Bucky's arm from around you. "Enjoy your circle jerk, I'm going to bed."

"Sweets, wait-" his hand grabbed for your wrist and you moved it away from his reach. Bucky huffing a breath and shooting a look at Jack. "See? You pissed her off. No wonder you don't have a girl." He grumbled, pushing up from his seat. "You're single, too, Barnes."

"Shut it. You might wanna turn the volume up." Bucky said with a sigh, not knowing if it'd be because of an argument or something else. "Make it snappy." Sam teased with a chuckle. "Give her a kiss for me!"

He chose to ignore the comment from Jack as he walked down the hall to your door, you standing beside your bed on your phone.

"Come back out there with me." He said softly, pushing the door shut behind him. Your hands fell to your sides as you turned to look at him. "No, James. I'm sick of your stupid fucking friends and sick of you always being so fucking-"

You were cut off by his lips slotting over yours, melting into the rough, messy kiss as his warm and cold hands held your cheeks before slapping his chest lightly and pulling away.

"Hey!" You said, trying to still sound mad as you glared up at him. His nimble fingers making quick work to his belt. "Gonna take care of that attitude, dollface."

Within seconds his pants were kicked off with your help to jerk them down his legs and your back met the mattress for the second time that day- the briefs you were wearing being tugged down your legs in a haste. Bucky's lips crashing back to yours as his hand fumbled to line himself up to your already slick folds, the need to have you stretching around him so overwhelming he could barely think.

Your bottom lip knock the tip of Bucky's nose when your head tipped back in a moan from the sudden intrusion. "There ya go, like that sound much better." He panted rutting his hips into yours at a quick, rough pace, shoving the shirt you were wearing up to bare your chest to him.

His shirt was clasped tightly in your fists, biting back any loud sounds to avoid disturbing the people down the hall in the living room.

Bucky had other plans though, the comments to you made his blood boil and he had a point to prove. It was his name that passed your lips, his skin that you'd mark with your nails and teeth as he pounded into you. "You can be louder than that."

"Your friends-" A sharp gasp stopped you when his hand slipped between your bodies, fingers flicking and pinching your sensitive bud with the punishing thrusts. "Fuck 'em."

The heels of your feet dug into his tailbone, hips bucking with his pace as the coil in your core tightened, threatening to snap with each vulgar sound Bucky made and elicited from you.

You tried to tilt your head back into the mattress in attempt to strain the cry of his name when your orgasm crashed into you, his lips latching to the column of your neck to suck a mark into the skin.

Bucky wasn't far behind you, grinding his hips against you to push as deep as he could to, filling you with spurts of his spend. "Fucking hell, I'll never get tired of the sounds you make for me." He panted, nipping at your nipple as he moved off of you.

"You gonna come back out, now?" He said, grabbing his jeans from the floor to pull them back on. "Mhm," you hummed in response, sitting up to take the briefs Bucky held in his hand.

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The next morning you decided on something you had been contemplating for days.

Going to the kitchen to stand on the other side of the counter, across from where Bucky was standing as he drank his coffee.

Inhaling a deep breath, you leaned your hands on the cheap laminated surface, Bucky wetting his lips as he looked at you. "I'm moving out. Wanda called me a few days ago and said her old roommate moved out if I wanted to live with her."

It hurt to do, but it hurt even more to stay. Knowing that the things that happened between you and him, meant more to you.

Bucky sat his mug on the counter, brows knitted together as he shook his head. "No- no, you're not." He said calmly, expression blank. "Yes, I am." You nodded, pressing your lips together.

"No!" He said in a more stern tone, leaning his hands on the edge of the counter. "Why not?" You said, tilting your head to the side. Bucky taken back by the question he had the answer to, but didn't want to say. "Huh?"

"Why don't you want me to move out? Why do you want to keep me here so fucking bad, if all I am to you is an outlet!" You were almost screaming at him, hands gesturing wildly. "Because, I wanna be with you, you fucking idiot!" He boomed.

"Yeah, right." You scoffed, shaking your head at him. He let out a long exhale, running the cool metal of his hand down his face. "You think I fuck you just to do it, don't you? You tell yourself this is all some game, but you know you wanna be with me just as bad!"

Sighing, you pushed away from the counter. "I don't even know what to say to you half of the time, because I never know if you're serious." You stated with a dry laugh.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Think about it for a second- when's the last time I brought another girl here or left with one?"

"We agreed that if one of us slept with someone else, we wouldn't have sex anymore." You shrugged, furrowing your eyebrows. "Fucking exactly! I don't do that shit! I don't make deals, I sleep with someone and decide later if I wanna do it again."

Bucky was getting nervous, his heart thumping against his chest at the thought that you were actually leaving. You were one of the few permanent things he felt he had, one of the safe feeling things he had.

Pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, he took a deep, calming breath before looking at you again. "You don't look at me like I'm some freak when you see me naked. You- it's like you see me with two arms that are... me."

The lines in your forehead softened, your heart clenching in your chest. "Because they are you, Buck." You said softly. He rolled his eyes and breathed a dry laugh. "Yeah, okay."

Huffing out a breath, you tipped your head back to look at the ceiling. "What are you trying to say?" You looked back to him, you had to hear it again before you'd believe it. "I already said it. I want to be with you, I want to try to have something more than just sex."

You narrowed your eyes at his even expression, thinking it over for a second. "Okay."

Bucky's shoulders relax a little, features softening. "What?" He breathed. He was ready to have to bicker about it with you, not for it to be so easy.

"You wanna try, we'll try."

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Something in Bucky changed after the agreement to try a relationship. Your stuff moved into his room, he stopped leaving boots and clothes laying in the floor, and would keep a level noise when his friends would come over. Always making sure to have you in his lap the entire night.

Over the couple of months since that morning, the kisses became more frequent, sex became slower, and it was your turn to jump on him every chance you saw fit.

As you made your way to the kitchen from the shared bedroom, the sight of Bucky in only his briefs making coffee made a smile spread on your face. Padding over to him and wrapping your arms around his thick waist, your cheek pressed to his firm back.

"'Bout time you get up." He teased with a light chuckle, a gentle kiss place on the spot where metal met flesh sending goosebumps across his skin. "What are you doing, sugar?" He hummed, muscles on his abdomen tensing as your fingertips grazed along the elastic band of his underwear.

"Nothing, what are you doing?" You said, Bucky sucking in a sharp breath when your hand dipped into the front of the fabric. Clearing his throat as you palmed him. "Jus' making some coffee."

He turned to face you and leaned down to catch your lips in his, groaning softly into your mouth as he lifted your shirt up. Breaking away long enough to pull the fabric off over your head.

"The counter is right there." He chuckled against your lips as you pulled him with you to the cheap tile floor. "Oh, well."

Shifting around until clothes were discarded and you straddled Bucky's hips, his hands guided you down on him. Soft moans and pants filling the air as you swiveled your hips, metal and flesh hands groping at your breasts.

Your fingers curled into the taut muscles of his chest when he rolled his hips up, his head tipping back in a groan when your walls fluttered around him. "Doing so good for me, sweet girl."

Buck sat up and had you lean back enough for him to nuzzle his face in the spot between your breasts, facial hair scratching your skin as he bit a light mark to the spot.

Trailing wet kisses up your chest and neck, reveling in the warmth of your walls and feeling of you clenching around him with your impeding orgasm.

The cold tile doing nothing to help the thin layer of sweat that coated his hot skin as he locked his lips back to yours. Arm wrapping around your back to hold you close as he thrusted into you best he could from the position, your hips rocking against him at a steady pace.

Everything was perfect for him, he didn't have worries of what his future would hold anymore. As long as you were there, he didn't give a damn about anything else.

His hand moved to hold the back of your head, peppering kisses to your parted lips as you rode through the afterglow, the muscles of his stomach and thighs tensing and face scrunching in pleasure as his own crashed into him.

"Love you, babygirl. Love you, so fucking much." He panted, the words taking even him by surprise as they tumbled out, mind fogging over for a second as streams of release painted your walls.

Peaking your eyes open to see his hooded blues, you lifted your hands to craddle his jaw. Hot breaths mixing together and noses brushing.

"I love you, Buck."

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The Tablet: Part Two

Authors Note: OMG! I love how you loved the first part ❤🙏 making my perverted heart sing its little arse out! Glad it was liked so much. Thank you my absolute beauties 😘 you can read Part One Here.

Mini description: Henry decided to channel August Walker after learning Y/N has a crush on him and she's into August smut.

Pairing: Henry Cavill X f!Reader. August X f!Reader.

Warning: OH WHERE TO BEGIN MY DEARS! SMUT, rough sex, dirty talk, pussy slapping, hair grabbing, female oral, doggy style, arse slapping, slight breeding kink, fluffy stuff at end. And obvs August Walker.

Rating: Explicit.

Word Count: Will edit once on PC.

Please don’t steal my work, repost it, or claim it as your own. Thank you.

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Henry was enjoying himself, channeling his characters for sexy times with Y/N. He made a note to do this more often.

Her soft neck was littered with bruises from his harsh sucking and biting, ready to burst into bloom with beautiful colours.

He thought he had gone to far but when YN's groans got louder and nails scrapped at his scalp, he continued.

His little kitten was clearly enjoying herself.

After admiring his handiwork and seeing his beautiful girlfriend all flustered and cock hungry, Henry had let her go and jestured at her to stand.

Confused and turned on so much it fucking hurt, the throb between her legs almost painful, Y/N stood up and took a step back from Henry.

He smirked at her and simply said:

"Run."

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Y/N made it to their bedroom but was tackled from behind onto the bed. Thank God it was one made just for Henry, otherwise the whole thing would have collapsed!

The man completely covered her, his weight gently pressing her into the soft mattress.

"At any point you want me to stop," he soflty whispered in her ear, his accent returning. "Tap my right wrist twice baby. Nod if you understand."

Y/N sighed and nodded, he couldn't see the big smile on her face. Despite him playing the villain, her safety was his concern and she loved that he broke character, just for that moment, to set the ground rule.

But it wasn't long before August came back...

He growled as he sniffed her hair, the sweet scent of jasmine filling his nostrils. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and couldn't help but whimper in anticipation.

"Henry, please!" Y/N started to plead as he bit at her earlobe and grinded his cock into the curve of her arse.

"Who is this fucking Henry sweetheart?" He lowly growled again. "Boyfriend?"

"What" She rasped as she felt Henry push himself off her and the bed. Turning to face him, lying on her elbows, gasping at his appearance.

It was Henry, her loving and sweet boyfriend stood before her. Yet, the stance, glare and snarl were not his. Arms crossed. His eyes cold, calculating and uncaring. The snarl menacing and aggressive. This was not her Henry.

And it was ... thrilling.

"Boyfriend? Fiance? Husband?"

It took her a moment to register that she was being interrogated. Clearing her throat, Y/N answered him.

"... he's my boyfriend."

"Interesting." He huffed as he watched her.

"And you are?" She asked softly, deciding to go along with it.

He smirked and cocked his head slightly at the recognition, the loose curls, that drove her insane, coming free from the rest of his hair. "Name's August. And yours sweetheart?"

"Um... I'm Y/N."

"Y/N?" He purred in that deep American accent. That went straight to her pussy and she couldnt help but rub her thighs together.

"Stop that!" August demanded as he pulled her legs apart, her shorts riding up. "Take them off."

"What?"

"Take. Them. Off. Before I rip them off."

Y/N wasn't being told twice and tried to push both the shorts and panties down at the same time. But August decided she was taking too long, dragging the items of clothing off her and throwing them across the room.

She looked at the hard bulge in his pants, a small wet spot formed as his cock strained against the tight material. Y/N let out a small mewl at the sight.

"See something you like?" He asked, licking his bottom lip and smirking at her. August cupped his cock and balls through his trousers, giving his length a tug as he watched her mouth open and close.

"Cat got your tongue, babygirl?"

Oh fuck.

Her legs still apart, Y/N's right hand slithered over her breast and down towards her wet cunt. Henry acting like August was a huge turn on, but using her pet name was massive.

August quickly slapped her hand away, growling at her for even attempting to touch herself. "Thats mine," he snarled possessively. "You only touch it when I say so!"

August then slapped her pussy hard, making Y/N shriek. Henry would never do that to her, and she never knew how much that action would turn her on.

She let out a soft whimper as August rubbed her swollen pussy lips. "So fucking beautiful," he muttered to himself as he parted her folds and spat, smearing his saliva over her clit. Henry had never done that before either, it shocked and excited her.

"Look at that pretty pink pussy."

Using his spit as lubricant, and without warning, August shoved two of his thick fingers inside her, making Y/N cry out at the sudden intrusion.

"Quiet whore!" He growled at her as he quickly fingerered her, the sound of her wetness mixing in with her cries and moans of his name. "You like this, don't you? Being used by another man? You fucking whore!"

His words made her slicker, she'd never been called that by Henry. Fuck, she was enjoying August using her.

He lowered himself down to her cunt, fingers still pumping in and out and took a deep sniff. "You smell fucking amazing babygirl," he muttered to himself. "Bet you taste fucking incredible."

Before Y/N could say anything, anything at all with those thick digits inside her, August took her clit into his hot mouth and sucked.

Y/N let out a cry as she gripped the bedsheets. It was pleasure overload. The hot makeout session, the thrill of Henry chasing her, those gorgeous fingers curling inside her and that sinful tongue playing with her sensitive bean. She was going to cum soon.

Henry was fucking loving this.

He could always reduce his girl to tears and loved ripping orgasms from her. He knew her body better than her and the way her cunt walls were squeezing him, with her little breaths and gasps, her back starting to arch; he knew she was close.

"Fuck, oh God. Oh fuck! August!"

She couldn't help but gasp and mewl as his long tongue continued its assault on her clit. He wrapped his hot mouth around the little pearl and sucked. Hard.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Y/N cried out, as her grip on the bedsheets tightened. August chuckled against her cunt, the vibrations making it even more intense.

She was so close. She started rocking her hips up, pushing her cunt more into his face, one hand gripped August's soft locks. Her eyes tightly shut.

Almost there!

Almost!!!

...

And then nothing.

Y/N's eyes flew open at the deep dark chuckle. Looking down, August was grinning at her, his chin, glistening with her arousal, resting on her cunt.

"Did I say you could cum babygirl?"

"What?" She gasped.

Growling, August pushed himself back, slapping her pussy once again, her shriek making him laugh. "I never said you could cum whore."

Once off the bed, he yanked his shirt off and started to unbutton his pants.

Y/N couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight, watching him push his pants down to his ankles. She loved it when Henry went commando.

His thick, hot, dripping cock. Just there waiting to be grabbed, sucked and fucked. But she didn't dare move.

August sensed she wasnt going to budge. He quickly leaned forward, grabbed Y/N by her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed. She shrieked at being manhandled and was grateful their sheets were soft silk.

Last thing she needed was an ass burn from being roughly pulled over coarse material.

August pulled her legs apart, gently, and let them rest on his thick hips.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you sweetheart," August growled as he rubbed the head of his cock over Y/N's sensitive clit. "Look at you. You want that, don't you whore?"

"August, please!"

He let out a dark chuckle. "Turn around. On your knees and that juicy little ass up in the air."

Y/N quickly turned around and pushed her ass towards his throbbing cock. The heat coming off him was intense and the throbbing between her legs was fucking painful.

Wiggling her ass to get his attention resulted in August slapping her left cheek hard, a quick gasp making him slap the right one.

"Stop acting like a fucking brat!" August spat as he gripped her left ass cheek and slowly pushed his cock into her from behind.

The stretch was always painful at first and then it felt delicious. His thick length entering her always made Y/N's eyes roll back and drool drip from her lips.

"Fuck!' Y/N cried as he started to thrust into her, setting a brutal pace, his skin slapping hers.

His grunts turned her on even more, making her squeeze his dick. That in turn made August's grip on her hips tighter and his pounding harder.

"Going to arrange your guts at this rate babygirl. Can probably feel my cock in your throat I'm rammed that far up!"

It was heavenly and always amazed Henry how this tight, greedy little pussy could always take him and never wanted to let go.

"Fuck!" August hissed. "Your boyfriends lucky, tight cu-cunt like this feels fucking amazing!"

Y/N cried as his thrusts sped up even more. Her breasts rubbed on the sheets from the force of his pounding, making her nipples hard.

"Fuck August, you're so big! Ruin me please!"

"Oh I will Y/N!" He grunted as he quickly tried to push the curls out of his eyes. The sweat was dripping off him. "Going to cum in you, fill this tight little pussy up!"

Y/N's cunt squeezed his cock at the thought of being pregnant with Henry's baby, letting out a whimper.

"Oh! You'd like that wouldn't you? Dirty, cheating little whore. Letting me use you like this. Taking my dick! I'll ruin you for other men!"

Y/N whimpered and begged into the bedsheets as August pounded her into mattress.

"Keeps sucking me back in, fuck! Your cunts greedy!" August growled as he slapped Y/N's ass again.

"Please! August please! I'm close!"

He laughed at her begging and cries of pleasure. "Not yet babygirl, I'm almost there! Wait!"

The torture was too much, Y/N could feel the tears run down her cheeks as she bit the bedsheets and tried her best to hold off cumming all over his cock. The line between pain and pleasure blurred as she let out little cries and pleads.

August could feel his orgasm building, he was almost there. And the plan was to come inside her.

"Almost!" He grunted. "Almost! Fuck Y/N! Cum!"

Y/N let go with a cry, drowned out by August's roar. The neighbours were definitely going to hear that one...

August kept fucking her through their orgasms, her legs shaking as she tried not to collapse on the bed in a sweaty pile.

She smiled as she felt the thick ropes of cumming coating her velvet walls, and then realised some of it was dripping out and down onto the bed.

Fuck, I just washed these sheets...

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"You okay sweetie?" Henry asked as he softly kissed Y/N on the lips and brushed back her loose hair from her teary eyes.

He was spooning her from behind, his soft cock prodding her in the ass, as they lay on the bed, trying to get their breath back.

"I'm fine Hen", she sniffed and giggled at his now gentle touch. Her gentle bear, complete opposite of the man who had just ravaged her. "I'm a big girl and I enjoyed it."

Henry chuckled, kissed her on the nose and patted her thigh. "I just worry sweetheart. I know we agreed on boundaries and rules but if I ever hurt you in any way-"

Y/N cut him off with a quick kiss on the lips and smiled. "You'll never hurt me Hen, I trust you. I love you."

"I love you too Y/N. So much," Henry replied as he patted her arse and got up from their bed. "Come on, I'll fill the bath up and add one of those ridiculous bathbombs. You need a soak after all that."

Y/N couldn't help but grin as she watched her bear of a boyfriend, bollock naked, make his way to their bathroom to start drawing her a bath.

She was so lucky and grateful to have Henry in her life.

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