I Hate You

I Hate You

Part Two: Is This What Hate Feels Like?

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1,560

Warnings: Remnants of spanking/rougher sex, talks of arguing, couch sex, fingers. Think that’s it.

Request: Yee.

Summary: Well, fuck.

A/N: This was long awaited, and asked for repeatedly. So I hope you guts rlly like this.

ALSO!! This it dedicated to @caws5749 for our servers ‘Mad’s Day’!

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Is That What You Wanted?

Avengers x teen!reader

warnings: death!! guns, blood, alcohol ment

a/n: this is not good lmao

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I was wondering if you could write an avengers one shot where the reader is an avenger and is pretty young (maybe peters age) and the other avengers dislike her because they think their “useless”, and then one a mission the reader ends up passing away, and then the other avengers feel really guilty? Ik this is pretty and if you can’t write it then that’s 100% fine! 💕💕”

The Avengers didn’t have you for long, but for the time that they did, they did not like you at all. You were young, which was already a bogey. All you heard Tony go on about was “child labor laws and endangerment” and how he “didn’t want to go to prison because of you.” Apparently the whole team was on thin ice because of you, and for what? Your powers were mediocre, you simply controlled the air.

Truthfully, you weren’t using your powers to the fullest. It was a bad idea, they scared you. You’ve hurt people in the past, so now you were destined to be a walking air conditioner and a severe burden. And seriously, you’ve been used as an A/C unit before. Missions in this climate could get very warm very fast.

“I bet you all feel lucky to have me right now.” You chuckled while circulating air through the armored vehicle taking you to your final destination—the most risky fight of your life. There was a vast desert surrounding you and your fellow teammates and god, were you bored…

No one answered your little comment, either. Not even a chuckle or a sly remark. It truly made you feel as useless as they had seen you, and you wondered why they even kept you around. Maybe they saw potential in you and were just using tough love, or maybe Cap didn’t want you to feel such a harsh rejection, or maybe the team just needed you as a loyal errand kid.

You actually stopped the breeze inside and waited for someone to notice, and it wasn’t long before someone spoke up.

“Hey, what’d you do to the air, y/n?!” Clint snapped at you and the whole group began to stare holes right through you.

“I—I just got a little tired. I can start it up again.” You sighed and began to use your powers once more.

“I don’t even know why we keep you around at this point.” He propped his feet up on the seat in front of him and you stared at him in disgust. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah, I need to get out of here. Christ’s sake.” You muttered before standing up and opening the back doors of the moving vehicle.

“Y/N, sit back down, right now.” Nat commanded, but you hopped right out and began to fly overhead, using your wind to slam the doors behind you.

“You guys should really be nicer to them. They’re just a kid.” Bruce chimed in without looking up from his book.

“The enemy doesn’t care if they’re just a kid, Banner.” Clint told him. “Besides, if they can’t use their powers to ventilate this thing, how are they gonna use them to fight?”

“Y/N’s more than just their powers.” Bruce closed his book and set it aside.

“Well, y/n isn’t a scientist with seven Ph.D.’s now, are they?” Nat smirked back at him and watched him roll his eyes.

“Not what I meant.”

Meanwhile, you flew ahead with Tony and Thor, who were surveying the upcoming area for threats before the team reached their destination.

“What the hell did I tell you, y/n? I said ‘stay in the truck.’ Jesus, you never listen, do you?” Tony started to argue with you immediately. “I mean, we told you it was dangerous out here. Thor and me are allowed out here because I have this armor and he’s a god. What do you have? A little bit of wind?”

“Stark, it isn’t that big of a deal. Y/N is apart of this team, are they not? And if you want to get rid of them so bad, why not let them go on the dangerous mission?” Thor explained, making your eyebrows raise at his boldness.

“Because, genius, I don’t want to go to prison on a child neglect charge. What is so hard to understand about that?” They bickered back and forth as you all flew forward, but they stopped paying attention, which would be blamed on you in the moments to come.

“Guys, we’re coming up on something.” You told them as a base came into sight, the one that you’d been searching for all day. It wasn’t long before they spotted you, either. Or before they launched missiles in your direction. Tony and Thor hadn’t exactly been paying attention enough to do something, so you acted fast to create a gust of wind so powerful it acted as a tornado and spun and launched the missiles back to where they came from. “Can you two get serious now?”

“That was lucky, y/n. Real lucky.” Tony rudely replied to you and boosted his suit to win the “race” to the base. You landed on the vehicle that some of your team was on in order to protect it from any more heavy fire. The rest of them would be on the other transport just a couple hundred meters back. Luckily, they wouldn’t be the target thanks to the heavy-duty fliers in the field.

“Are you guys ready?” You poked your head into the cabin after opening the door a bit.

“Stop getting distracted, y/n. We’re fine.” Nat waved you away and began to adjust all her gadgets for the fight.

“Just trying to help. You guys are kind of the worst.” You laughed and slammed the door shut before flying to the second car and asking the same question.

“Yes, y/n. We’re fine. Why don’t you go ahead and do some work for once.” Sam shot back to you while powering up his wings.

“We’ll be there soon.” Steve added. You just sighed and flew ahead to join in on the action. It was already loud up there, but what did you expect from the God of Thunder and flashy rich boy?

“Need any help?” You asked while swooping onto the scene.

“From you? Not really.” He flew past you and blew up a defense tower. You were getting really sick of this, but you were also scared to prove yourself. Using your powers the wrong way could have some really awful consequences. Suffocation, trauma to the body, catastrophic destruction, and even (un)natural disasters. Was it really worth the risk?

As the rest of the team arrived, all hell broke loose. It was a trap, they were expecting you, and now you were all in the same place, completely surrounded.

“I need you guys to cover your faces. I’m talking eyes, mouth, nose.” You warned them without explanation. “Or hide on my mark.” They all stared at you like you were crazy. “Sam, Thor, Tony! On the ground, now!”

“We don’t take orders from you, kid.” Sam stayed in the sky as you enacted your plan. A sandstorm that would be sure to cause unrest. It wasn’t long before grains of sand overwhelmed everyone on the base, a good enough distraction to save your team. While the enemy braced themselves for your power, the Avengers evacuated to the transports without you, waiting for you to finish up.

“Y/N, get out of there, that’s an order!” Steve shouted to you as you eased up on the storm. The team was surprised to say the least. You’d never used your powers to such an extent before, but you did it for them. Only, it’d been so long since you’d even attempted such power, you were to weak to go on.

“Someone needs to get them.” Bruce told the team, but no one volunteered. “Seriously, any day now!” While they argued about who would go back into the settling sandstorm, you hobbled onto your feet and slowly, weakly walked to your transport in a daze, then noticed a red light shining across your torso. You didn’t even have time to react before realizing what it was before a bullet flew through you. The bang of the gunshot startled the rest of the team and you watched all of their heads swivel to you as you stood alone, gripping your stomach.

“Guys?” Sam asked in disbelief before seeing a dark red stain grow more prominent on your suit. You dropped to your knees and onto the ground just seconds later and the whole lot came running for you as Sam and redwing analyzed the trajectory and found the shooter, ending him without another thought.

“Y/N? Hey, eyes open, alright?” Nat snapped her fingers at you and watched them flutter open. “Good, that’s good.”

“There’s no way I’ll make it through this one, you know it.” You chuckled out of fear and groaned as Nat flipped you over to plug the entry wound with something from the first aid kit, then laid you down again and pressed on the exit wound. Tony landed beside you and exited his armor.

“Come on, kid. You gotta pull through. I can’t go to jail.” He sort of begged while Bruce checked your pulse.

“Not now, Tony. Just don’t.” Cap sternly told him while Sam worked to call the Quinjet.

“Quinjet is en route, should be here in five.” Sam told you all and you knew you wouldn’t even make it that long.

“It’s fine. I did my job. Went out a hero, I guess.” You quietly spoke to the group as Bruce offered you some water. “Thanks…anyways, I saved all of your asses despite your constant mocking and mean comments. Who knows where you would be right now if it weren’t for me.”

“We’re lucky to have you, y/n.” Steve assured you as he placed his hand on yours.

“I hope so. And I hope you remember this. Forever.” You told him with a wavering voice.

“Y/N, you must save your strength.” Thor pointed out, but you’d rather get this over with.

“You can all be horrible people, you know? No wonder this team is so fucked. They abused a teenager until they needed them to sacrifice themselves. W-What—does that say…about you?” You took one last breath and went completely limp, sending the Avengers into peril. There was no saving you, no way to help at all, just watch your corpse lay still until they could bring you home.

The ride home was quiet. Natasha was still covered in blood on her hands, arms, and stomach. And she and Bruce sat with you the whole time. Steve stared from afar, wondering where it all went wrong. Sam sat beside him with tears in his eyes, already mourning a bit. Clint sat away from everyone, thinking about what could have happened if you weren’t there and how many lives would have been lost if not for you. Thor was thinking of what he could say about you, but kept it to himself. Tony was staring out the window while crying to himself, he got a kid killed and they didn’t even think twice about saving him. And he was going to have to answer to someone about this.

Once they arrived at HQ, your body was covered in a white cloth and transported inside via stretcher. Never had the Avengers felt shame quite like this. You were right, they were fucked if the life of a child was put on the line in order to save their skins.

“We need to talk.” Steve told them as they gathered their composure inside.

“I’d rather not.” Tony rubbed his temples and walked to the bar to grab a drink.

“Y/N was a good soldier and a valuable member of our team. We have to honor them in some way.” He explained to the still silent group that couldn’t be bothered any more. “They saved our lives, something we’ll never be able to repay or forget.”

“Oh, I won’t forget it.” Tony said before taking a long swig straight from the whiskey bottle. “No, I won’t forget their last words. The ones that’ll haunt me until it’s my time.”

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Take It All Off

Summary: Chris does not want you wearing another team’s jersey in his house. In fact, he doesn’t want you wearing anything in his house.

Pairing Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, Chris (he’s a warning. No plot lives here on Sinday

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A/N: Little drabble for a nonnie. Hope you like it

Do not copy, rewrite, translate or post my work anywhere. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work. 

Music booms through the lower level of the house, the waning scent of pizza and mozzarella sticks from the earlier hour-long break wafting through the living room. Boxes stacked neatly in the hall, you’re  standing in front of a small tower, searching for one in particular. Turning the stack around with your foot, the black writing on the side comes into view.

You scan down until you find the one with your t-shirts and sweats; you wiggle the box out and head upstairs. “Chris, I’m going to get changed, I’ll be right back.”

“Darlin’ we don’t wear clothes in this house,” he yells from the couch, sorting through your books.

You scoff, jogging up the stairs, dodging more boxes on the landing. That man is incorrigible, he’s already tried to tell you he has a “must wake Chris up with sex” rule and a “must sit on Chris’s lap during the game” rule. He already talked you into taking your pants off when the movers left.  

Incorrigible.

In fact, if he could keep his hands to himself for more than five minutes, half your stuff would have already been unpacked. And your shirt would not be covered in marinara sauce.

Who finds eating mozzarella sticks sexy?

 Christopher Evans, that’s who.

He kept trying to kiss you while you ate, causing you to spill the sauce down your shirt. Which led to him licking it off your exposed chest while you playfully fought him off. You smile softly thinking about how he offered to let you lick some off of his chest. 

Three hours into your first day officially living with him and you love him even more.

You push the bedroom door open with the corner of the box, setting it on the end of the bed. Ruffling through it, you find one of your favorite old worn t-shirts, setting it on the top of the pile, you pull your stained shirt over your head.

“Damn,” Chris groans from the doorway, “take it all off, baby”. He openly ogles you, biting his lip. He can feel himself getting hard seeing your soft half-naked body in his room.

You roll your eyes, tossing the shirt in the wicker hamper by the door, you grab your t-shirt shaking out the wrinkles before pulling it over your head, “down Chris,” you joke.

Chris pouts, pushing his plump bottom lip out, his bright blue eyes despondently watching your chest disappear under the fabric, “aw c’mon, baby we got an hour before the game, we can finish getting your–,” he cuts himself off when he spots the offensive logo on your perfect body.

You look over at him, brows furrowed at the sight of his narrowed eyes. Chris places his hands on his hips, his black shorts clinging to his ass, his muscles popping out of the dark shirt with the patriots’ logo painted on. He walks to you slowly, his nostrils flaring, a faint flush on his cheeks.

He pokes you in the middle of your chest with his long index finger, “what the fuck is this?”, he asks, his voice deepening.

You glance down, confused by his sudden mood change until you see the logo under his finger.

Oh.

Your eyes flicker up to his face, you can feel the resentment and indignation rolling off him in waves. 

And you like it.

Since you started dating, you learned what buttons to push to get Chris to do what you want, but there’s nothing like discovering a brand new one.

You flutter your lashes innocently, keeping your eyes on him, and shrug, “they’re my favorite team,” you bite your lip, pushing his finger away to touch the logo reverently, “I thought you knew that”

Chris glares at you, holding your chin between his warm rough fingers, “since when?”

“Since that time they kicked your team’s ass,” you smirk. You don’t know if or when they played against the Patriots, but when the flush on his cheeks deepens, you know you made a good guess.

“Take it off,” he spits out, leaning so close you could count his long eyelashes, his plump lips almost touching yours.

You grab the waistband of his shorts and retort, “Make me Christopher,” mocking his tone.

God, his eyes burn with passionate fury. That look blazing through you, making you wet and throb so much it almost hurts when you see the veins in his neck pop up.

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I Hate You

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1,996

Warnings: Angry sex, hate but like the “hate” hate y’know? Argument, strap-on… I think that’s it.

Request: heyo!!! i just love the way you write top!reader!!!! can i request like sub!nat x top!reader,,,,maybe like they have never really acknowlegded their attraction towards each other,,,get into an arguement over smth,,,and end up having angry sex,,,maybe??? stay hydrated!!

Summary: I guess you could call this a new addiction.

A/N: I’ve never written angry sex before, but I tried my hardest! Sorry for the long wait, hope you like it! Not proofread. I honestly don’t know how good this is.

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mexico

summary || you cant get enough of your best friends family, especially his father.

pairings || bestfriends!dad!andy x f!reader

warnings || corruption kink, 18+ minors dni, loss of virginity, age gap (reader is 20, andy is in his 40s), cheating, unprotected sex, sucking on fingers, spanking, mentions of food, slight masochism, oral (f), andy has a big cock, reader doesn’t think it’ll fit, dub-con-ish. andy cums inside reader.

note || my first post!! my requests are open if you want to pop one in! <3

wc || 2.9k

you should’ve been creeped out by the lingering stares at the barbecue, but for some reason it made you feel proud. proud of the outfit choice for a start.

the sundress showed your figure perfectly, falling over your upper thighs. the colour made your eyes pop beautifully.

the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you made you blush and feel powerful. but the only eyes you cared about were your best friends father. it was disgusting and you knew it.

his eyes connected with your body the second you walked in with his son, jacob. he licked his lips and ignored his nagging wife. he couldn’t get you out of his head.

you couldn’t either, you had a crush on him since the first time jacob took you back to his house in your first year for spring break. he called you ‘honey’, sending a shiver down your spine.

you were currently placing some sausages on your place, not forgetting some chicken skewers. you sat next to jacob and andy, andy poured you a cup of sprite.

the way his hand gripped the large bottle made you squeeze your thighs together. “thank you, mr. barber.” you smiled up at him with your doll eyes. andy bit his lip and sat down.

“honey, we’ve been through this, it’s andy.” he spoke, wiping his thighs. you blushed and nodded. you bit into the sausage, trying to keep up with the conversation jacob was spewing.

andy watched your lip wrap around the sausage as you took a bite, he felt his cock stir in his pants. you hummed and nodded. “i just really don’t think it should’ve ended like that!”

jacob was ranting about his show ending, you didn’t even catch the name. all you could think about was andy’s arm wrapped tightly around your jaw, or maybe his fingers knuckle deep inside of you.

“y/n? did you hear me?” andy’s voice rang. you snapped out of the disgusting thought and looked up at him. “we’re going to mexico again, at the end of summer, we’d love for you to join us.” he pressed the beer bottle against his lips.

you melted in every sense of the word. “i’d have to ask my mum but i’m completely down.” you nodded as you scratched your neck. andy nodded and smiled at you. “perfect, i’ll call your mom.” laurie said.

you watched as laurie left, looking back at andy. “jake, how about you go help your mom with the rest of the food.” andy nodded. jacob groaned and got up, walking inside to find his mother. “i can go help—“ you started.

it would be a lie to say you weren’t nervous around andy. “no, no i want to get to know you.” andy took your arm, keeping you down. his rubbed his thumb on your hand before pulled it away. you wanted to moan at the affect he had over you.

“what do you want to know si- andy?” you tried, hoping to get the reply you wanted. andy shrugged and leaned back against the chair. “let’s just say, the ins and outs.” he replied with a smirk.

you looked at him confused, hoping he didn’t mean what you meant for the sake of everyone around you. “you know what i mean, honey.” he licked his lips. you bit your lip and looked around at any lingering eyes.

you noticed laurie and jacob seemed to be pretty caught up in the kitchen. “i wanna feel you, honey, know how you taste.” he teased. you thought you could squirt right then and there.

he lifted his hand and tucked a stand of your hair behind your ear. you took his hand and bit your lip. he lifted two fingers, which you didn’t hesitate to put in your mouth.

andy thought he could cum in his pants at the sight of you taking his fingers. “you’re so good, aren’t you? takin’ my fingers like a good little girl.” he whispered, pulling his fingers away when he saw laurie move towards the door.

he stuck them in his finger and moaned. you felt yourself dripping down onto the chair. “dad stop licking your fingers.” jacob scoffed, sitting down next to you.

“sorry, i got some ketchup on them.” he smirked, wiping them off on his jeans. you bit your lip as you watched him closely. “i need to go to the bathroom.” you said quickly, getting up and rushing inside.

you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to clean yourself up at least. you walked into the bathroom and pulled down your panties. they were drenched. you blushed, embarrassed even though no one was around.

you were wrong, andy knocked on the door with a sly smirk. you panicked and threw the panties in the bin, opening the door with a smile. “jus’ checking on you, everything good?” he asked.

you nodded and bit your lip. “need help, finding the wipes?” he whispered, walking in and closing the door. you nodded and leaned against the counter. andy put his hands on your waist and smirked at you.

“you want this?” he asked, making sure you were completely on board. you nodded and put your hands on the sides of his neck, letting him kiss you roughly.

you moaned at his roughness, his hands travelling your body and landing on your ass, gripping it and slapping it. “been thinkin’ of this tight ass since i met you.” he mumbled against your lips.

the growl andy left in your mouth sent shocks to your naked core. andy pulled away and put his forehead against yours. he looked so beautiful with his lips swollen and breathe gone.

he looked down into the almost empty bin. he chuckled and bent down, lifting up your panties. “i didn’t know what else to do with them.” you confessed in a whisper.

andy licked his lips and stuck them in his pocket. “your mom said you can come to mexico with us, make sure to pack more of those sundresses, hm?” he kissed your cheek before walking away.

that’s exactly what you did. you brought jacob shopping and bought weeks worth of sundresses and sexy lingerie, telling jacob you wanted to finally get laid on the trip.

you were on the flight to mexico, sat between jacob and andy once again. andy was quiet until laurie fell asleep, then he was whispering dirty thoughts into your ear, telling you how much he would’ve loved to take you right there.

the hotel was beautiful, you all had your own separate rooms, there was a kitchen, it was practically an apartment. you picked your room and put your clothes away.

“hey, just wanted to come check on you.” andy walked in, sitting on the bed. you turned around and smiled at him. you walked to the door and locked it. you walked over to him and smirked.

andy opened his arms for you. you sat on his lap and wrapped around his neck. “missed you.” he whispered, kissing you softly. you giggled into the kiss and pulled away.

andy gripped your ass and smiled up at you. “you’re so beautiful.” he mumbled, admiring each of your features. you blushed and shook your head. “thank you, andy.” you said as you played with his hair.

“laurie and jacob are having a mother son day tomorrow, leaving at seven, won’t be back till really late.” andy smirked. you wiggled your eyebrows and giggled.

andy slapped your ass and took you off his lap. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” he mumbled, kissing your cheek. you wanted to throw him onto the bed and take him there.

he unlocked the door and walked out, taking too long so you took the time to shamelessly stare at his ass. what you would do for that man to be on top of you was borderline criminal.

the day passed quickly, you were grateful for you mother agreeing to allow you onto this trip, it was truly the greatest thing ever. andy’s eyes continued to linger on you.

the next morning you woke up to laurie and jacob already gone. you walked out of your room, not even bothering to get ready. you wiped your eyes as you stood at the door frame.

andy was sat on the couch, reading one of his books. you yawned and walked to the kitchen. “we already had breakfast, i got you some bacon and toast, didn’t know what you liked.” andy spoke, eyes not even lifting from the book.

you smiled at him and grabbed the plate of food. you sat next to him and started to eat. andy put the book down and looked over at you. “are you going to brush your teeth?” he asked, crossing his arms.

you nodded and looked up at him. “honey, hurry up and eat, i’m bored.” he groaned, throwing his head back. you giggled at him and put the plate down. “let me get ready and i’ll be back.” you mumbled.

he nodded and let you walk away, slapping your ass in the process. you giggled and closer your bedroom door. you changed into a light blue sundress, brushing your hair and applied a small amount of makeup.

you walked out to him, blushing when his eyes widened at you. “fuck.” he mumbled as he stood up. andy walked up to you and put his hands on your waist. you looked up at him and put your hands on the sides of his neck.

“want me to go out for food? maybe do something cute?” andy asked, kissing your forehead. you nodded and sat down on the couch. “hurry up though, i’m bored.” you teased.

andy shook his head and chuckled at you before going out. you spent your time perfecting yourself, brushing your teeth every few minutes, brushing your hair every two minutes.

you placed yourself back on the couch and waited patiently for andy to come back. when he did, he placed boxes of food on the table.

you two ate and bonded with each other, you learned a lot about andy over dinner. you found out he got laurie pregnant in his first year of law school and they’ve been together ever since, he loved acdc and so much more.

“come here.” andy mumbled, pulling out onto his lap. you placed your hands on his shoulders and bit your lip. “don’t want to waste another second.” he looked into your eyes before kissing you softly.

you kissed him back and gripped his shirt. andy’s hands moved to your ass, gripping it tightly. you gasped, andy took advantage of the opportunity and slid his tongue into your mouth.

you moaned as his tongue explored your mouth. he pulled away and kissed your neck. “come on.” he mumbled, lifting you and bringing you into your room.

he sat down on your bed, throwing you over his lap and lifting up your dress. you looked up at him confused at what he’s doing. your questions were quickly answered when andy’s hand connected with your ass cheek roughly.

you yelped and snapped your head up. “that’s it.” andy smirked. you whined, which earned another smack against your ass. you cried out, biting your lip. andy smirked and slapped your ass again.

again, again, again, and again. your ass was red and throbbing, tears were falling down your cheeks like a river. “you look so fuckin’ good.” andy mumbled. he continued to spank you until your ass was bruised.

the stinging in your ass was intolerable. andy pulled you up and sat you on his lap. “andy, i gotta tell you something before we.. y’know.” you mumbled as you looked down.

andy hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your head up. “i’m a virgin.” you whispered, a blush running over your cheeks. andy smirked and nodded. “all i can say, honey, is that this is gonna hurt.” you can tell he was proud.

he moved you onto the bed, you hissed at your sore ass being thrown against the memory foam bed. andy spread your legs and pulled off your dress. he admired how you looked almost naked.

he pulled off his shirt and pants, before getting on his knees and pulled you to the bottom of the bed. he placed your legs on his shoulder and ripped off your panties. you gasped and looked down at him.

andy moaned at how wet you were. you were dripping onto the bed sheets. his middle finger connected with your wet folds, a quiet whimper erupted from your throat.

andy’s finger rubbed through your slit. he pulled his finger away and slid it into his mouth, moaning at your taste. “fuck, aren’t you sweet?” he joked as he connected his thumb with your clit.

you moaned and fell backwards, his tongue slid inside of you, moaning at the direct taste. “oh god.” you whispered, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

your hands fisted the bedsheets as you arched your back. andy slowly slid his finger inside of you, thrusting it slowly. “fuck, fuck.” you whispered, tears brewing in your eyes.

andy tested you by trying to slide in another finger. “fuck! stop!” you cried out, jumping up and grabbing his arm. andy nodded and continued with the one finger. “m’ sorry pet.” he mumbled, kissing your tummy.

you nodded and sat back, enjoying the slow thrusts. after a while, andy tried again, this time it felt amazing, like pure bliss. “holy fuck.” you shook your head, tears streaming down your face.

the coldness of andy’s wedding ring hit against your wet hole, only adding more pleasure. the coldness of the rings made you want to stay in this moment forever.

a knot appeared in your stomach. it was slightly painful but the pleasure took over immediately and nearly knocked you out. the last thing you remember is shocks flying through your body.

“that’s it, honey.” andy smirked as he pulled his fingers out, slipping them into his mouth. he hovered over you and pulled your bra down. “i love these tits.” he mumbled, connecting his lip to your nipple.

you moaned and your hand went to his hair. andy smiled and pulled away, standing up fully. you took off your bra and threw it somewhere. andy rubbed your thighs before kissing you again.

he pulled away and then pulled down his underwear. he looked at you with a smirk as you eyed his cock. “jesus christ you’re huge, that’s not going to fit.” you shook your head.

andy shook his head with a smirk. “i’ll make it fuckin’ fit.” he spat, hovering over you and placing one of his hands on the side of your head. you whispered and looked down at him.

his hand wrapped around his cock and jerked himself off slowly. “i could just get off by your body.” he teased, sliding his tip over your clit. you whined and wiggled your hips.

“honey, don’t force this, it’ll just hurt more.” andy shook his head. you nodded and bit your lip, looking up at him. andy slid his tip inside of you, making you moan out.

andy smirked and bit his lip at the tightness. he slid himself in further, moaning into your ear. “oh god.” you cried out. the painful stretching hurt like hell, you hated it.

andy couldn’t stop himself from thrusting, your loud cries egging him on. “please! andy— stop!” you sobbed, tears everywhere. andy smirked and shook his head, thrusting at an animalistic pace.

“i fuckin’ need it, you fuckin’ need it, you’ll like it.” andy spat. andy pulled out and quickly replaced his cock with his two fingers, giving no time to adjust before hes mercilessly fucking your cunt.

you whined and groaned as he flipped you over, lifting up your ass and smacking your clit. you cried out, your cries being silenced by andy shoving your head into the bed.

andy held your hips before slamming back into you, earning a loud scream. “that’s it, jus’ like that.” andy groaned as he started to thrust inside of you. soon, the insufferable pain turned into a beautiful pleasure.

“oh god! don’t stop! please! don’t fuckin’ stop!” you cried out, gripping the bed sheets. andy smirked and slapped your ass. “told you, you’d like it.” andy teased.

you really didn’t care— nor even hear him. your vision and mind was completely blurred, you were in a drunken haze as his cock hit your g-spot. “right there! you’re so fuckin’ amazing.” you cried out.

andy bit his lip and slapped your ass again. you felt the knot form in your stomach again, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “oh my fucking god!” you screamed as you came.

your body went limp, andy caught you and chased his own high. his thrusts became sloppy, soon releasing ropes and ropes of cum inside of you. he pulled out and you were both gasping for air.

you both went another few rounds, at around six p.m, you both decided to give it a rest and lay off each other. you both got redressed and went into the main room, watching some tv.

jacob and laurie returned with multiple shopping bags. you looked over at jacob and gave him a flat smile. after they had everything put away, jacob came into your room.

“you stink of sex, did you finally get laid?” he asked, sitting next to you. you bit your lip and blushed, nodding to his question. you weren’t going to tell him anything more.

because you couldn’t, how does one explain that they’re fucking their best friends married father?