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Marc Spector X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by Anonymous

Kinks - Restraints + Begging

Summary

Marc is normally the one in charge, but he becomes a begging, whimpering, mess when you’re the one making the rules.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, smut, sub!Marc, restraints, crying men, p in v creampie, unprotected sex, begging, sex, pwp, reader is kinda dom

Word Count: 918

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It started as a joke with the ankle restraint. Marc was fronting and you were walking up to the foot of the bed when Steven’s makeshift solution for his sleep-walking caught your eye, wrapped around the post to your left. You took it in your hand, raising an eyebrow at Marc with a smirk he’d come to recognize as a playful and devious one.

Now, a few sexual rendezvous later, you had both of his wrists tied together to the headboard, and both ankles spread apart and restrained on the posts at the foot of the bed and he was crying. His throbbing cock was reddened at the tip, leaking clear precum down the sides like a little fountain, and you were such a fucking tease. You leaned in, hands gripping either one of his powerful thighs as you pursed your lips and blew a gust of air on his weeping erection.

Marc tensed, rattling the restraints on the bed as his cock twitched in response.

“F-fuck baby, please just…” He planted his feet on the mattress and bucked his hips upward into nothing, growling as he did “when I get my hands on you,” he spoke harshly through gritted teeth, “gonna tie you down and make you piss yourself you need to come so bad honey.”

“Oh, Marc, honey, that’s not how you talk to me when you need your release is it? Seems like you should be asking a lot nicer.”

You swirled your finger around his precum slick head, inciting another choked whine from his spit glossed lips. He threw his head back, whimpering into the apartment. Such a pathetic little boy he was being. You chuckled, popping your finger in your mouth and lapping it free of his fluids. You smirked, biting your lip.

“Ask me nicely, and maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

You brought your hand so it was hovering just outside the length of his shaft. He glared at you, and you knew you needed to up the stakes. So you dropped your hand, smirking at him and then you straddled him, resting a leg on either side of his waist, pressing your hands on his chest and leaning in. You brought your lips close to his, and he kept them tightly pressed.

“Really Marc? Are you so prideful that you won’t beg me to fuck you? You don’t want my soft…” you started to lower yourself on him, “wet…” you got lower, his face was red and he looked like he might bite his lip off, “tight little cunt.”

You sat down completely on his lap, and you felt him thrust upward, getting himself in as deep as he could before you pulled off of him quickly. You tsked, leaning over and kissing his cheek. You could feel the tip of his cock resting at your entrance, bobbing desperately, begging you to let it in there all on its own.

“Come on Marc. Tell me how badly you want it baby.”

You heard a frustrated sob escape him. You let your lips and tongue drag over the vein protruding in his neck. He moaned deeply, and you felt him thrust forward, trying so hard to be defiant and get his way without giving you the payment you asked for. You looked at him and grabbed his stubbled jaw.

“Look at you, crying because you want this pussy so bad. All you have to do is ask nicely honey and I’ll give it to you,” you had such a shit eating grin on your face, you wondered if he would just summon the suit and put you in your place for your bratty attitude.

“Please,” he murmured quietly. 

“Nope, speak the hell up baby, I know you can do it.”

“Fuck…I said…please fuck me!”

“Good boy,” you said with that same smirk you knew was making him angry in the first place.

You’d never heard such whiny whimpers come from Marc’s lips until you started sliding your impossibly slick cunt over him. You moved fast, slamming your hips down in a hard and steady pace. Marc threw his head back, nothing but a raspy air expelling from his lungs. You leaned forward, taking one of his nipples into your mouth and flicking your tongue over it.

He grunted and shot his head back up to look at you. His eyes were dark and hooded with desire. You knew there was merit to his words earlier, that he was going to make a mess out of you once you were done with this little game he was letting you play.

Your game came to an explosive end when Marc’s hips stuttered and you felt his fat cock twitching wildly inside of you with every hot spurt he fed into your cunt. You kept moving harder and faster, chasing your own release until you were gushing your own mess over him in waves, using his cum to slide easier against that spot deep inside of you that only he could reach. 

You were both a moaning and panting heap as you put your entire body weight on him once you were completely spent. He didn’t seem interested in resting. Marc moved quickly, calling the suit around himself underneath your limp frame. He broke the restraints free, and in the process snapped the headboard and posts at the foot of the bed. You squealed when he grabbed your throat and hip, lifting you up and pinning you down underneath him.

“My turn babygirl.”

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🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 jason meets a single father, desperate for a chance at love again. little did you know, you’re right up his alley! ~

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, dilf!reader, red hood! jason in mind, age gap [reader is in his 30s while jason is 23] mentions of divorce, sexting, doggy style, implied size differences, breeding, jason wants to knock you up so bad omfg

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ this was lowkey a little self indulgent but can you blame me? no. now shush and enjoy <3

ᥫ᭡. — jason todd never really cared about his dating life, and really why should he? getting blown up, resurrected and busting some heads open keeps a man busy! if he’s not dealing with black mask’s goons or the bat himself, you can find him in the nearest diner enjoying his own company. that is of course..until he laid eyes on you.

ᥫ᭡. — alone and pretty, you sat at the bar stood a couple feet away from him. staring down at the empty pit of your dark coffee, you’re heart heavy and tears threatening to spill out. jason, while having a hard outer, still had a little heart to scotch over and struck up small talk with you. after all, he did say it himself that he is a good listener! after some innocent chatter, you finally allowed the friendly face to fall and began to vent to the stranger. you’re recent yet messy divorce from your ex-husband, the juvenile drama he brought, the exhausting routine of juggling work with your daughter—wait. you had a daughter?! jason eyes widened, finally allowing himself the realization. you were one hell of a dilf! <3

ᥫ᭡. — despite being nearly a decade apart in age, you looked so damn good. tired eyes peering upwards at him with that adorable, gentle smile. fuck, you were so small compared to him. he could’ve easily picked you up and threw you over his huge shoulders and just take you away, back to his place. his bed. he couldn’t stop the lewd images from flooding his head, you taking his girth in that pretty mouth or face down while he dicked you down doggy style. you’d make the prettiest noises while he breeds your pretty pussy full, only to flip you onto your back and ass fuck you until you ruin the sheets.

ᥫ᭡. — fuck it. he thought to himself as you walked out of the diner happier then before, and with his number too! the next few weeks, every text the vigilante sent you made you feel more in love then your last marriage could’ve gave you. of course, the conversation didn’t stay innocent for long. soon, jason began to open his texts to pictures of you in the sexiest lingerie, you’re legs spread open to show off your needy cunt. strip tease pictures at your workplace’s restrooms in your uniform, and the audios…you’d send him a particularly lewd audio of you fucking yourself with one of your many sex toys you’ve stashed away, moaning jason’s name and begging him to come over and satiate your neglected desires. safe to say, he drove like a madman to your house the next night your daughter is with a sitter.

“o-oh jason! don’t stop please..!”

just like the way he wanted, you face down and ass high up for him to fuck your cunt stupid while you moaned like a bitch in heat. your cute cheeks were littered with his giant handprints from his harsh spankings. you were fuckin’ perfect.

“mm keep talking baby, takin’ me so well like a good little boy yeah?”

jason knew the comedic irony of calling you, an older man, a little boy. yet the name made you clench around his girth with a sigh of pleasure leaking through your drooling lips. you loved that name, a lot. something that snapped the rope of control in two, unleashing an insatiable nature that only existed in his disgusting fantasies.

jason pulled out, grabbing you by your upper body before practically manhandling you onto your back. before you could even make a noise, the young man pressed his whole weight against yours and sunk his cock into you until he was already balls deep. taking it from behind was a challenge in itself, yet he outdid himself once again as a strained moan tore itself out of your throat.

“shhh..” jason’s shushes tickled your ear, drowning out your shakey whines. “relax baby, can’t fuck a baby in you if your squirmin’ like that.”

oh..oh shit. it was enough to have you clench around his girth as he snapped his hips against yours with an unforgiving pace. a pace that spoke more then whatever came out of his mouth. nothing but promises of another baby, a sibling for your little girl from a man you met in a diner not long ago.

“just like that! like that ja..son! oh god!”

nails raked against the bare skin of his back as your felt that familiar yet distant feeling of your orgasm inching closer and closer, eyes rolled to your brain as jason kept spewing out profanities and coos of faux sympathy.

“shiiit, can’t believe you’re husband left you baby. i would’ve knocked you up every chance i got, treat you like a damn prince..”

he was right, you’re husband never gave you sex this good nor did he spoke such words that went straight into your cunt. every praise, every groan and grunt jason let out pushed you closer and closer..until you finally snapped.

“j-ja-SON! MMM FUCK!”

you gushed all over the vigilante’s cock as he painted your pussy white, breeding you until you couldn’t hold another drop in. the pleasure could’ve damn well nearly killed you as you laid there near unconscious and panting like a dog. jason, however, was only getting started.

“don’t think i’m done with you yet boy..it ain’t over till you’re kid has a sibling.”

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Messy Little Thing

dbf!Marc Spector X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @unspokenmoon

Kinks - Kissing + Crying/Sobbing

Summary

You and your dad's best friend are getting messy in your childhood bedroom.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, blowjob, cum eating, fingering, cum swallowing, kissing, makeup running, messy/sloppy

Word Count: 954

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“Look at you honey, such a messy little thing, aren’t you?” Marc asked as he thrust his cock into your throat once again.

You gagged in immediate response to the assault on your throat. You knew your mascara must’ve been streaming down your cheeks. He hand a strong grip on your jaw, holding onto it between his thumb and fingers while fucking into your mouth. He threw his head back, moaning deeply against the walls of your childhood bedroom. His head dropped back down and he looked at you.

“Does your daddy know how good you are at this kind of thing…oh f-fuck…”

You started to slide your hand down between your legs, letting the pad of your middle finger find the swollen bundle of nerves that was there, begging for attention. Marc let out a dark chuckle, biting his lip when you swirled your tongue around him. You gagged again, but that only made him push in further, enjoying the feeling of your throat contracting around his heady girth. You grabbed onto the meat of his hip for stability with your free hand.

“That’s it, that’s my good little girl, fuck yourself with those fingers honey, fuck yourself until you’re moaning pretty all over my cock.”

You did as you were told, plunging two of your fingers into your wet heat. You felt your cunt flutter around them in response to his nearly primal groaning over the way you sucked his cock. You started pumping in and out of yourself, moaning at the feeling of your growing arousal. Just listening to Marc come undone because of you could make you lose yourself right then and there.

“I can hear your wet pussy baby, so wet just from sucking on this cock hm? You like it that much? Oh you’re such a filthy-little-girl.” He said that last part in the dirtiest, most depraved, gravely tone you’d ever heard from him. “Want you to close those lips for me, wrap them around me tight as you can honey.”

You whined, feeling fresh tears trickling down your cheeks as you did what he asked. He started fucking harder, picking up to a bruising pace. You could feel the fat head of his cock hitting the back of your throat painfully, but you weren’t going to stop him. You could handle a bit of pain…especially for Marc.

“I’m gonna come baby, and I’m gonna fill up your mouth with it, but I don’t want you to swallow yet, alright?” He looked at you, waiting for your response. “You just hold it there for me, okay?”

He continued thrusting, and you moaned an affirmative over his cock. You felt his ass cheek tighten while his thrusting slowed. You felt his sticky hot cum coating your mouth as his length twitched and throbbed, stretching out your tightly wrapped lips. Marc sounded so good when he was at his climax; his voice so rough and wrecked with every exhale.

You were surprised when he pulled out of you and knelt so his face was in front of yours. You kept your lips closed to make sure his cum didn’t fall out. He pushed you by your shoulder so that your back was resting against the footboard of your bed.

“Move your hand honey, let me take care of you. You’ve been such a good little girl, sucking my cock so well.”

You pulled your fingers from your cunt. You tried hard not to open your mouth and spill his spend all over yourself when he replaced your digits with his much larger ones inside your needy hole. While he pumped himself three knuckles deep into you, he leaned in, lips almost touching yours.

“Kiss me honey.” You were shocked by his demand, looking at him with a furrowed brow. “Do what I tell you.”

You opened your mouth just enough so you could kiss Marc. He was harsh, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in close. You gasped in surprise, feeling his tongue searching for yours in the sea of his cum. He found it, melting his mouth into yours over and over. You felt his spend dripping down both of your chins and onto your bare chest. 

It was the wettest kiss you’d ever experienced, and yet it still wasn’t as wet as your soaking cunt was with his fingers stuffed inside. You arched your back into him. Feeling the way his lips kept moving against yours made the heat pool in your core even faster. He pulled back from the kiss, smiling against your mouth and talking through the mess.

“You’re going to come for me now aren’t you honey?” He chuckled, “can feel your pussy squeezing so tight, come on, give it to me. Come all over my hand baby, wanna be covered in you.”

He went in for more kisses; sloppy, wet, cum coated kisses. You couldn’t hold out any longer, not that you were really trying, and you had to break your mouth from his to hang your head back and moan deep through your climax. Marc leaned in and slotted his lips back over yours, continuing to kiss you through your orgasm. He ate every one of your moans while your cunt gushed over his digits until finally, you felt your mind coming back to reality.

When you were done, Marc looked at you. He smiled, appreciating his work. You were a fucked out little mess, makeup running down your face in black streaks, lips puffy and swollen from his harsh kissing. Not to mention how perfectly glossy your mouth and chin were, coated in a layer of his spend.

“That’s my pretty little girl,” he kissed you again, “so pretty.”

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Kinktober Day 4 - Lingerie

College!AU - SimonxKyle

CW: Smut, 18+/MDNI, He/They genderqueer Kyle in lingerie, anal sex, dub-con, forced orgasm, pre-nut insanity, post-nut clarity, gross college boys don't clean up after themselves

"Oh fuck, Si-imon." 

Kyle is a mess. He can't feel his legs, can barely keep himself up on his elbows as Simon pushes into him again.

His normally stoic boyfriend had come over after rugby practice with Soap and Roach, like usual. Kyle had taken the afternoon for himself, like he did every week. Unlike last week, Kyle had a new lingerie set under his robe when he'd met them in the kitchen, but besides a lingering glance at the almost sheer stockings, Simon had greeted him, the same as he always did, with a soft kiss to his temple.

Dinner had come and gone. Soap had tried to sneak a peak under Kyle's robe, because he's a perv. Roach had stolen his potatoes while he was distracted. Simon had covered Kyle's exposed bra strap with his robe, then set back into his chicken. Normal.

Well, still waters must run deep because as soon as Kyle's bedroom door closed behind them for the night, Simon pounced.

Now, Kyle's arms do give out. He gasps, "Simon, I can't-! I can't come again!"

"'s okay, beautiful," Simon pants against the back of his neck, pace quickening. One big hand gropes past torn lace to pinch at Kyle's nipple. "'ll get you there, I know you can."

"I really can't," Kyle hiccups. "I'm gonna pass out."

"C'mon, pretty," Simon coaxes. "Got all dressed up for me, you c'n take a little more. 'll help you."

Something on the cheap garter belt pops when Simon pulls out and flips Kyle on his back. Through tears of overstimulation, Simon looks wild eyed, desperate, like Kyle's been teasing him. Certainly, he doesn't look like he's already come three times. Kyle had thought he'd have to do some laundry magic when Simon had spilled his cum between the panties and the garter belt with a bitten back shout, but now? There was nothing left worth saving.

A groan is pushed out of Kyle when Simon almost folds him in half and then pushes back in, hissing from his own oversensitivity. He sobs, he can't help it. One of his flailing arms grips the sheets and pulls, trying to get away.

"Where'd'ya think y're goin'?" Simon growls, setting his knee on the bed and yanking Kyle back into himself. He laughs, breathless. "One more, 'n you c'n kick me out."

"D'n't wanna kick you out," Kyle slurs.

That was apparently the wrong thing to say, because Simon's thrusts become even harder. "No? Wanna let me ruin your pretty things s'more? God, lookit'chu. Pretty stockin's, lace all ripped up. Fuck. Wanted t' bend y'over in the kitchen, almost gave the lads a show, fuck, y're so pretty, baby. C'n feel you workin' up, gonna come for me one more time, gonna come in your pretty panties for me again?"

"Si!"

"Yeah, say my name when you come," he groans. He wraps his hand around Kyle's cock, rough palm tearing the lace even more. He whines, then, hand sliding in Kyle's cum from a previous orgasm. "Oh fuck, Kyle, y're so wet, babe, yeah, come for me, one more time, wanna feel it-"

The roaring in Kyle's ears drowns out whatever else Simon is saying as his whole body locks up. He comes dry, and it feels so good it hurts. He thinks he wheezes some approximation of Simon's name, but he can't even hear himself think at this point, vision going white around the edges as Simon grunts his own release, again.

(When they both come to, half an hour later, Simon goes so red Kyle is worried he'll pass out again. Whatever loosened his brain-to-mouth filter is long gone, and he only gets more consumed by embarrassment when Kyle tells him to just throw the barely held together pieces of lace in the trash.

Kyle puts another set in his online cart before passing out.)

(They both stick to the sheets in the morning.) 

reflejo

jake lockley x female!reader

summary: your boyfriend refuses to tell you why he got a mirror installed into the ceiling of his limo. instead, he’d much rather show you.

a/n: *not my pic, it’s from pinterest* y’all this may just be my trashy threshold. like we got jake for .2 seconds and I told myself I didn’t have enough on him to write a full-length fic, but here we fucking are. also this was inspired by a post I saw that said jake is the type to have a mirror on his ceiling and closer by nine inch nails (do with that what you will). so fucking strap yourselves in this, cause good god this is something else.

warnings: porn. no plot, just pure fucking porn. I can’t really explain myself on this one, guys, it’s just horny shit. +18 content. unprotected p in v; use of mirrors 👀; multiple positions = multiple rounds/multiple orgasms; over-stimulation; tit-fucking; fingering; very rough sex; spanking; oral sex (m receiving)/facefucking; creampie; mutual masturbation (jake wants her to watch herself); nipple-play; praise kink; crying; spit kink; light choking; cock-warming; slight exhibitionism; lotta fucking dirty talk; pet names; swearing; when the cars-a-rockin, don’t come-a-knockin; it’s a long one guys.

word count: 5k (I’m not sorry)

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“Take them off.”

Your teeth clamp down on the straw of your drink in surprise. “What?”

Slowly, you look to Jake.

He’s leaned all the way back in his seat, one hand on the wheel with the other in his lap. He’s looking at the road, monitoring the intersection. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought you imagined it. You would’ve shaken the whole thing off and gone back to sipping on your milkshake. But then his breathing grows hoarse, and his gaze slides over to you.

Without any effort, it holds you there; traps you in a corner as his tongue glides over his teeth.

“I said, take them off.”

Setting your drink down you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow at him. “Take what off?”

He doesn’t say anything back to you. Instead, he simply looks down to where the condensation from the cup dripped onto your jeans. You frown. There’s hardly anything there, just a couple drops of a darker blue on your thigh. Spots that will inevitably dry in a matter of minutes.

But knowing Jake, the smallest thing gets him going. And as you meet his ravenous stare, your pulse quickens. Because you know him.

And you know he’s not asking.

“Jake, honey, you should be paying attention to the road.” You mumble, uncomfortably shifting in your seat as you grow more hot and bothered.

He hums, eyes retreating back to the red street light. “I can multitask, princesa.”

You gulp, becoming incredibly conscious of how exposed you are in the passenger seat. Cars line either side of you, and you realize if anyone of them looked they’d be able to see the two of you. Could easily see the activities Jake is suggesting.

“Princesa,” his voice is a warning without malice. A chilling, even tone that raises goosebumps across your skin. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t even know you were holding in.

If this is what he wants…

You unbuckle your seatbelt, and the sound makes his face twitch ever-so-slightly. He doesn’t watch you as he starts the car back up and lurches forward, but you can tell he knows exactly what you’re doing.

He’s waiting for it.

Lifting the lower half of your body, you unbutton and unzip your jeans, shimmying them down your thighs until you’re just in your underwear and your pants sit at your ankles.

You catch him smile then—a devilish, appeased grin that quirks up the corners of his mouth. Raising his free hand to his mouth, he then pulls off his one glove with his teeth.

“Keep your eyes forward, cariño. Don’t want anyone to know what we’re up to, d’you?”

You nod, unable to trust your voice as his warm hand comes into contact with your thigh. Long, thick fingers clutch your leg and begin to massage the soft flesh there.

As he assured you earlier, his attention remains on the road. With ease, his one hand turns the wheel and navigates the mid-day traffic, while the other inches up to the waistband of your panties.

His fingers dip beneath the elastic and you gasp at the contact of his fingers grazing the skin just above your mound. And then, as slow as he can possibly be, his fingers stroke your folds; sliding along your seam as he spreads around your arousal.

He huffs and swallows: his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the motion. “Mierda, hermosa. You’re this wet already? I haven’t even touched you…” He makes a sound of faux disappointment then. “Good thing, I like it like that.”

You don’t respond, not even sure if you could. So you choose to physically react; to allow your hips to buck upward into his palm until he’s firm against you.

Your heaving, strangely so from what little he’s actually done. But you are in fact desperate. A needy little thing that needs his fingers inside you. Stroking and touching you anywhere and everywhere.

And what’s worse?

You know he knows this.

It makes the game the two of you play dangerous, especially depending on his mood. On whether or not he feels like rewarding you, or just straight up punishing you.

You guess you’ll have to wait and see.

But for now, you rely on the twinge of pleasure that rubbing yourself against him brings. Your hand wraps around the door handle to steady yourself as you grind on his hand. You moan quietly, head thrown back into the headrest of the chair as that pleasure increases.

But the second you grab his hand in an effort to shove him down further, you realize you’re fucked.

Because he didn’t like that.

Jake pulls away from you, this time, using both hands to park the car in an empty lot. The second the car is shut off he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and throwing the door open.

Oh, he really didn’t like that.

Shivering, you try to pull your pants back up. Enough that they cover you up, but not to the point where you’d have to undo them again. Because you know he’s going to rip them off anyway.

Your door is thrown open, and there’s Jake—standing before you with an angry look on his face and a growing hard-on that sits right at eye-level.

“Get out,” he grumbles, and you do as your told. Then he’s slamming your door shut, and opening the back one. The two of you stand there, staring at each other. You look at him with anticipation, but he just regards you with impatience.

“I’m not waiting all day, princesa.”

He’s mumbling to himself as you climb into the back, incoherent Spanish that you can’t quite pick up on.

You take a seat at the furthest end of the limo, watching him as he locks the door and chucks off his hat. But then your eyes catch the light on the carpeted floor. It’s a bright white sliver of light against black. Unmistakably out of place.

It takes you a moment to find the source, as you look everywhere for it. Until…your eyes gloss over it. You almost dismiss it, nearly not registering it in time.

A large, rectangular mirror that you’ve never seen before rests in the middle of the ceiling. Yours and Jake’s reflection refracts in it: a weird, flipped distortion of the two of you.

When the fuck did he get that?

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” His voice pulls you from your train of thought, back to reality where he leans over you. Taking a knuckle, he runs it over the curve of your cheek before pressing his mouth into the base of your neck.

“Why do you have it?” He chuckles menacingly against your skin, biting bruises into your collarbone.

“You’re smart, corazón… Figure it out.”

His hands are then working at your jeans, ripping them down your legs and tossing them to the other end of the limo. He’s slow in his movements and in his words, and somehow that feels off. Typically, Jake rushes. A frenzied mess of clacking teeth and rouge limbs as he fucks you into oblivion.

But this is different. You can feel it in the tips of your fingers and in your toes. He has other plans—other torturous ideas—for today.

But the mirror…

Oh.

He kneels before you then, dragging his mouth from the inside of your ankle all the way to your inner thigh. “Get down here already.”

With half a mind, you fall to the ground, allowing him to flip you over onto your back. You watch him in confusion as he leaves you to sit where you were. He works at unbuttoning his own pants and kicking them off before looking at you.

“Now, since you clearly don’t want my help—“ Fuck. “—Since you’d much rather get off by yourself…why don’t you, hm? Why don’t you show me how the princesa wants to be touched.”

“Jake, I’m so—“

“No.” He growls. “If you want to make it up to me, do what I ask… Go on, baby. Fuck yourself.”

Unease settles in the pit of your stomach as you look up at your reflection. Red picks at your skin in embarrassment as your body curls in on itself.

You’ve never done this before, have never entertained watching yourself or having someone else watch you. But you know if you asked, Jake would stop immediately. If you really didn’t want this, Jake wouldn’t either.

So the fact that he sits and stares; waiting for you to make the first move says something.

So with as much confidence as you can muster, you hook your thumbs beneath the hem of your underwear, pulling them down slowly. Your thighs stay clenched together, as you flick them off the fabric with your ankle. The sight of your dripping pussy is open and bare; presented to him like you’re a display.

A private display that he gets to keep all to himself.

You’re hesitant as your hand grazes your belly and snakes down to your slit. Taking a deep breath, you go to touch your clit, but then Jake clears his throat.

“Remember, hermosa, this is for you. All for you. So make sure to watch yourself.”

Your breath hitches at his words. At their indication. It’s then that your knees fall apart subconsciously. Opening yourself up to the building intensity in the air. Guiding your hand down your seam, you then begin to caress your folds. A strangled sigh escapes you, relief immediately knocking the wind out of your lungs.

You look back up to the mirror and catch the effortless look of contentment on your face. The way your eyes droop and your lips purse naturally. You’re hyper-aware of how focused Jake is on you; on the show, you’re giving him. You desperately want to watch him, to see the way he darkens while salivating. But you follow his instructions, keeping your eyes to yourself.

Your breaths are shallow; nipples pebbling under the fabric of your bra. You want to take it off. To try to cool down from the heat that courses through you, but you can’t remove your hand away from your cunt. It’s as though it has a mind of its own.

Your thumb rubs your clit in small, tight circles while your middle finger teases your hole. Clenching over nothing, you ache for your own hand to finally satisfy what you’ve been so badly craving.

And so you so slowly push it in. You let out a sharp gasp, hips rolling until your entire finger is inside you. You then pull out slowly, mindful of how Jake has a perfect view of your arousal leaking out of you. You do that a couple more times before adding a second finger and curling them in your channel.

Whimpering, your other hand cups your breast, squeezing it with an elongated sigh.

“Fuck, cariño.”

Your eyes shoot to Jake, only to see him with his cock out and lying flat against his palm. His shirt is long discarded, sitting in the pool of clothes at his feet.

He sits erect, dick practically touching his stomach as his fingers squeeze himself. He lets out a hiss, eyes finding yours.

“What did I say, hermosa.”

Your head falls back to the floor. “Keep your eyes—“

“Keep your eyes on the fucking mirror.” You let out a huff and go back to riding your hand: revelling in the feeling. It feels good—fucking great to finally give your pulsing bud attention. But it’s still not enough.

You want more. You want him.

But this, in and of itself, is punishment. You grabbed his hand to fuck yourself with and now, he’s going to wait until you cum on your fingers before he even thinks about laying a hand on you.

It’s fucking irritating. Because now you’re too distracted. There’s no way you can focus on your own body when you’re too preoccupied with the way Jake touches his. He doesn’t do much more than pump himself; slowly spreading the precum all down his length. But with the over-exaggerated sounds he makes for you, you can’t help but get fired up.

You can tell this amuses him. Can see it in the permanent mischievous glint in his eyes that he knows you can’t cum now. That you’re nowhere near that peak.

He finds it funny.

Ironic.

And no matter how many times you look up to yourself in the mirror; no matter how dirty it is to watch your own hand slip between your thighs, you just can’t feel it.

You need him. So you might as well suck up to him.

Literally.

Sitting up suddenly, you stare him down. He doesn’t say anything. No sarcastic quip or harsh demand to keep doing what you’re doing.

He’s a fox. A hungry predator who sits and waits because he knows he’ll get what he wants, how he wants it.

You then throw off your shirt and unclasp your bra before crawling over to him. He watches you intently, eyeing the way you shift on the backs of your legs as you sit in front of him; on how your eyes glance between him and his cock.

“Having a hard time enjoying yourself, muñeca?” You cross your arms over your bare chest, looking at him through your eyelashes; feigning innocence in the way you know he likes. He chuckles to himself, leaning down to your level. “Or is it that you finally realize I do it better?”

You groan watching his cock bob as he sits back. The man then gestures to you, and down to his dick. “Why don’t you fix the little mess you made, —.”

It’s the one time he’s ever said your name during sex. And for a moment, a brief second, you think Marc’s fronting. Because Marc calls you by your name.

But you know better. Because Marc isn’t this evil.

Regardless, Jake calling you by your name is completely different. So it’s a powerful sign.

A sign that he wants you just as much as you want him.

Stretching your body upward, you puff your chest out, and he slips his dick along your breastbone. Taking the hint, you close your shoulders, pushing your breasts together until he groans. You arch your spine gently, squishing his cock between the mounds of flesh.

“Goddammit, cariño.” He spits. His cock moves with his hips, and in doing so, bumps your chin with every thrust. The fat head hits your bottom lip over and over again.

But then your jaw falls slack. You create a small opening for him. An invitation. And he takes it without hesitation.

If Jake Lockley had a plan for going slow; for fuelling the embers to your collective fire, that was no longer the case.

Because the second your lips wrap around him, he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair, and guiding you back and forth on him.

Forcing your tongue to the bottom of your mouth, you inhale deeply through your nose to avoid gagging. Though it’s hard because of his size. It’s hard to hollow your cheeks around his girth; hard to focus on anything other than the way he keeps hitting the back of your throat.

You try to tease him. To cup his balls as you trace the tip with your tongue. But Jake had staked claim to your mouth a long time ago. So all you could do was sit there and take it. Allow him to fuck your mouth until your eyes and your cunt are soaked.

His grunts are harsh as his hips roll up into your mouth. Spit covers his cock, drips down your chin and glistens beneath the mirror every time he pulls out and slams back into you.

“Tal un boca bonita,” he mumbles, running his thumb over the side of your stretched-out mouth. “Such a good girl for me.”

Tears have begun to pool in the hollow of your throat, and the sight only seems to spur him on. Holding your head in place with both hands—one on your chin and the other tugging on your scalp—his hips buck wildly. He grows bigger, gets harder on your tongue and you can tell he’s close.

The incoherent mumbling comes back. Words that, you aren’t even too sure are Spanish, sound more like breathy moans as he fucks your mouth through his release.

Warmth fills up the back of your throat, and the salty taste of both his sweat and his cum coats your tastebuds as he pulls out.

Recollecting himself, he tries to even out his breathing. His still hard cock rests on his thigh (regardless of how much of him you just swallowed), practically perking up at the sight of you and your coated thighs.

Jake drags a clammy hand down his face and wipes away the sheen on his forehead. When he comes to—when he sees the sight of your fucked out face, the sticky smear on your lips and your tousled hair, he smiles.

Grabbing your face, he forces his tongue past your teeth and explores your mouth. He kisses you with as much force as his dick, and somehow it’s even filthier than swallowing his seed.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that, cariño?” He bites at your nose. “So.” Nips your chin. “So.” Sucks on the skin underneath your ear. “Beautiful… Hermosa.”

You sigh in response, eyes fluttering shut as he ushers you backward, until you’re flat against the ground again, and he’s hovering above you. Dragging his tongue over your clavicle, past your shoulder and down the valley of your breasts, he settles there.

His hands smooth over your thighs and stomach until they’re groping you; kneading the tissue near your sternum. “I’m gonna take care of you, muñeca. Promise.” And with that, his tongue swirls around your left nipple, while his fingers flick your right one. It’s a combination of sucking, pulling, and twisting until you’re gasping for air beneath him.

His cock twitches against your hip, resting on your thigh as he continues his assault.

“Shit, Jake,” you whisper. Your hands fly to the nape of his neck as he switches breasts, giving the same amount of attention to your right until both your nipples are raw. You feel your slick spread everywhere, as his hot hand presses itself to your ribcage. An effort to keep you still as he tugs on you, sucking mark after mark into your side.

He’s hips are gently moving against your pelvis, stroking his dick along your smooth skin until he’s ready. Until he’s sure it’s the right time. Except, he’s getting impatient with himself.

Because this is all he’s wanted to do since he woke up today, was to have you screaming at your reflection in the mirror while he fucked you silly.

But he’s more controlled than that.

Because he wants to have you a pliable sweating mess before he absolutely ruins you with his cock.

“I think it’s about time I fucked you, huh, princesa? Are you ready for that? Ready to be filled with something other than those pretty little fingers of yours?” You cry out, a loud whimper that racks your entire body as you nod fervently into his shoulder.

His grin is menacing. A sharp flash of teeth as the tension builds. As the excitement and the rush shoot down to his cock.

Sitting on his knees, he pulls you up to meet him. Your breathing is heavy against his ear as he separates your legs, adjusting your body until you’re straddling him completely.

Your skin feels like it’s on fire; a smouldering blaze beneath his rough palms.

“Up,” he snaps his fingers at you, tearing you from your haze. You do as he says, lifting your hips enough for him to manoeuvre his length. The head sits just at your entrance causing your heartbeat to stutter. He holds himself there for a moment, though it isn’t out of courtesy. It isn’t out of pity or waiting for you to get your bearings.

It’s just a ploy to make sure you’re truly aching for him. That you need his cock as much you say you do.

You shift, languidly moving your hips in hopes he’ll accidentally slip into you. “Ah-ah, no, cariño.” He holds your body up above him in a tight, bruising grip. “I thought we already went over this.” Pointing a finger at you, he waves it in your face. “It’s my turn. So, I’m gonna fuck you the way I want. And you,” his other hand digs into the globe of your ass. “—aren’t gonna’ bitch about it. Got it?”

You nod feebly, while Jake shakes his head.

You hear the sound before you feel the smack. Though it takes hardly any time for the sting to spread to your lower back. Especially when Jake spanks you again. “I want you to use your words, hermosa.”

“Yes! Yes! I’ll—I’ll be good. Just…just please, Jake—“

He slams your body down without warning, fully sheathing himself into you. All sense breadth are ripped from you. The feeling of being full, of that stuttering sensation from having no time to adjust, holds you hostage. Though, he does keep you there; keeps you both still all while being entangled.

You expect him to move, to begin bouncing you on his lap, guiding your sore ass up and down. But he doesn’t. He’s a man full of surprises: no matter how pleasurable or fucking painful they are.

He’s testing you; wanting to see if you’ll submit to him as he asked. If you’ll willingly surrender all control to him, or if he’ll have to pry it out of you piece by piece. He studies you, grim features roaming over your face to see if you’ll show any signs of disobedience.

…And he comes up with nothing.

Typically, you’ll challenge him—match his energy until both of you are clawing at each other for that sweet release. But today is not that day. Because your body throbs in frustration. The carnal desire for him, the way you crave him, grows more painful by the second.

And you’re convinced, if you don’t have him now, you just might die. And you’ll be damned if you died before that man could give you the last most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

So you bite your tongue and stare right back at him. Still and unwavering. Waiting—patiently waiting—for him to decide what he wants.

Satisfied, he takes two handfuls of your hips and lifts you up before slamming you back down onto him. A loud, resounding slap of his balls against your ass echoes throughout the empty limo, sending shockwaves up your spine. You’re elated beyond your limits as he builds up his pace, moving in and out of you in hard, deep ruts.

Your whole body bounces upwards with his movements. Up and down. As though he follows the continuous melody of your high-pitched whines and his hoarse groans. It’s a visceral experience, one that doesn’t feel real the more he touches you.

“Look at you, corazòn…” he grabs your hair and yanks your head backward so that way you’re facing the ceiling. You catch his gaze in the reflection, quickly taking note of how fucking hot he looks.

He keeps you leisurely bouncing in his lap, occasionally rolling his hips forward to pull that delicious moan from you that makes your head fall back. You watch yourself react to him so easily; so receptive to every bite on your collarbone and every time your hips cant together.

“You’re doing so good, cariño. So good for me…” He forces you down even harder onto him, repeating the motions until you nearly go numb. “Wanted you to see how fucking pretty you look when you cum.”

You’re falling into him then, chin hooking itself over his shoulder and arms locking his head in place as he shoves into you again and again. Your moans have grown almost completely silent, stuttered as they tumble out of your mouth.

“You gonna cum for me?” He breathes into your neck. “Huh? You gonna’ cum all over my cock?” You’re frantically nodding again, hoping he feels the vibrations of your guttural moan into his skin. Hoping he takes that as enough of response because you simply can’t speak.

“I know you wanna cum’, hermosa. C’mon. Be a good girl and cum for me.” With a chuckle in your ear, he gives your ass one final well-placed smack. It jolts you forward and causes your clit to brush over his abdomen, sending you over the edge. With a loud gasp, you bite down onto his shoulder, allowing the waves of your release to wash over you. Your hips buck crudely as you ride out your high, rolling into him until you stop altogether.

You let out a sigh as your body releases its tension, collapsing into Jake’s strong grip. He presses a kiss into your forehead (a rare tender moment he indulges himself in when he thinks you’re not paying attention), then lies you down on your back. He stays stuffed in you, refusing to pull out even as he reevaluates the situation; as he collects himself.

He hovers over top of you, both hands beside your head as his body cages you in. The feeling of his dick pressing into you this way rips a low hum from your throat.

Nipping at your bottom lip, he brushes sweaty hair off your forehead, tucking it neatly behind your ear. He pulls on your lip with his teeth, licking over the sensitive skin as he loses himself in the feel of your kiss and the remnants of his cum in your mouth.

Exhaling sharply, he finally pulls out of your throbbing cunt so that way he can kneel before you.

“I think…” his fingers dance along your ribcage, as he clicks his tongue. He’s lost in thought, absentmindedly talking to himself in Spanish as he looks over your spent figure. He’s weighing his options; considering his next move. Because he’s not fully satisfied. And truly, neither are you. Because he’s painfully hard and you’re still painfully wet.

He lights up suddenly, as an idea crosses his mind. The giddiness in his face is an interesting juxtaposition to his usual sternness. “No he terminado contigo.”

You roll your eyes at him.

No matter how many times he spoke to you in Spanish (which was the majority of the time), you could never pick up on any of it. Could never understand what he said to you late at night when he thought you were sleeping.

You always considered Jake to be a man of few words. Always thought of him to be Marc and Steven’s alter that seemed to be less than human. A robot, of sorts. But oddly enough, when it came to sex and Spanish, he proved to actually be quite vocal.

A fact you weren’t expecting until the first time he had eaten you out. A time where he had a full one-sided conversation with you into your cunt. It didn’t matter that he was good with his mouth. It didn’t matter that you violently came on his face from the vibrations. All that was important, was that you couldn’t understand him then, and you still can’t now.

Though, as he pulls you down by your ankles, you can imagine where he’s going with this.

“You were so good for me, muñeca. So, so good…” Spreading you once again, he grabs a hold of his cock—still drenched in your arousal—and lines himself up at your hole again. “I promised you I would fuck you properly if you were good…” The thick head breaches you, twitching inside as he adjusts himself. “After all…” he slowly pushes himself further, your fluttering walks sucking him in until he’s pressed into you at the hilt. “I am a man of my word.”

Taking both of your knees, he tucks them under his arms, lifting your entire lower half in the air to meet his fully stretched-out torso. Even kneeling, he towers over you; swarming your senses as he picks up directly where he left off. He starts off at a brutal pace, thrusting into you far quicker than before; grasping at any skin he can reach to anchor you to him. It’s ragged, rushed and dirty. Filthy, beyond compare.

It’s Jake.

The post-orgasm soreness in your legs and hips melts away into something…unexplainable. It’s a different feeling, a different kind of pleasure that you’ve never experienced before. An amplified version of the intensity that keys itself tighter and tighter. It’s an unfamiliar, mind-numbing pressure that blooms from your pussy, up to the rest of your body. It’s heavy and all-encompassing; the quick drag of his cock building and adding to the increasing weight in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck… Such a pretty pussy.” Another thrust. “So fucking—“ and another, “tight. Joder, hermosa.” His back arches as his hips drive forward into you; into your swollen, puffy folds at a bruising pace. You can tell he’s aching to spill inside of you. To have you cum on his cock for the second time while he fills you up to the brim.

And from the way your voice has given way to loud cries, wanton moans and near screams tells you that he’ll get exactly what he wants.

“Fuck, Jake. Oh my—fuck, harder. Please. Please, fuck me. ….” You cry. “Please, make me cum.”

His eyes meet your half-lidded ones. He can see that you’re close again. Can see how sweat rolls off your forehead and the way your skin flushes a deep red. You nearly convulsing; trembling as he fucks into you. He knows you’re there for him. Because of him.

A new look of determination flashed across his face. Messy curls cast shadows over already dark eyes as they zero in on you. With a tick of his jaw and a clench of his stomach, he hikes your legs up further and leans over you, nearly folding you in half like a piece of paper.

Wailing at the new position, you slam your head into the floor with a loud thud. Jake takes the opportunity, and wraps a large hand around your throat, holding you still. Applying just the right amount of pressure, your mind slips into a fog.

You’re gasping, agonizingly so, as you paw at Jake’s chest, trying to gain some sort of control. Except you can’t. Because you are a complete mess. More so than before. Crying and babbling his name over and over as he pistons into you at this new angle. Every time his cock slams into your cervix, your pelvis raises into him. He moves so quickly, that you don’t even have time to breathe every time he bottoms out.

Your legs lock around his shoulders, so high-up on his back that you worry your body will break in half; splintering millions of delicate shards.

But regardless of your minuscule worry, Jake moves so unaffectedly. His strong body pounds into you relentlessly, bending you at the hips on his cock as though he won’t get another chance to do so. As if this is your last time together.

Though after today, after learning what he can fucking do, you know for certain this won’t be your last time.

His hand moves up your throat and takes hold of your chin, squeezing your cheeks together with his fingers. “Open up, cariño.” The second the thin line of your mouth breaks, he’s spitting inside of it, tongue following suit.

You feel the electricity consume your veins, spreading throughout every part of your body like a forest fire. The flames of your orgasm lick at your pelvic bones, teasing and taunting and raging on with every snap of Jake’s hips.

He’s grunting in your ear, way past the point of being able to talk to you and way too enraptured with the sight of your fucked out face.

You’re both there. The onset of your impending releases makes you both manic. The feeling of bliss is so close and so sweet, that you can practically taste it.

Looking up at the ceiling, you see yours and his reflection again…

…And the sight is obscene.

You watch the rapid movements of his hips, the rippling of the muscles in his back, and the way he so easily engulfs all of you. He’s massive. Truly, the only part you can see of yourself is your trembling legs and your head, that pokes out from beneath his broad shoulders. Your face twists with pleasure, with the elated buzz you’ve slipped into, as Jake continues to lightly squeeze the sides of your throat.

To say your reflection is pornographic would be an understatement.

You’re crying again, pent-up tears slipping down your cheeks as your body shakes. “M’so close, Jake. So, so, so fucking close. Please, please—wanna cum. Wanna…wanna…holy…fucking shit, oh, fuck!”

As though a bucket of cold water was dumped on you, your orgasm rips through your body; tearing and shredding at any piece of you that was left untouched. The fire in your belly scorches you, leaving scars and burns in its wake. You’re screaming in response, though you’re so far gone your voice sounds like it’s millions of miles away.

As your climax slaughters you, it also claims Jake as its next victim. He’s slamming into you, bristling at the vibration of your cries until his cock tightens and spills.

Your shared warmth drips out of your fluttering hole, only to be fucked back into you as Jake slowly moves, possessed by the lasting end of his own orgasm.

“Fuck, cariño, that—“ it’s his turn to collapse on top of you. Though he’s far more careful to avoid squishing you beneath the dead weight of his aching limbs.

You both are breathing heavily, grasping for any of the thinned-out air that hangs in the back of the stuffy limo. Desperately trying to refill your body with oxygen and not the smell of sex.

Jake lies beside you, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder while rubbing soothing circles into the curve of your hip.

Your head turns to look at him. “I like the mirror.”

He laughs then. It’s a lovely yet rare sound that rattles your bones and makes your heart burst.

“Es todo para ti, mi corazòn. Todo por ti.”

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Translations

reflejo - reflection

mierda - shit

joder - fuck

tal un boca bonita - such a pretty mouth

no he terminado contigo - I’m not done with you

es todo para ti; todo por ti - it’s all for you; everything for you

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