6 - Time For A Bath || Wanda Maximoff X M!reader

𝓓𝓪𝔂 6 - Time For A Bath || Wanda Maximoff x m!reader

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Summary: Since your kids aren't home, you decide to celebrate your anniversary in a hot, steamy way with your beloved wife, Wanda.

Warnings: smut

Word count: ~ 915

Author: Fenrir

A/N: the prompt for today is: Bath Sex

Wanda awoke on Monday morning to no noise in the house. She was surprised because her kids usually jump on her bed at 6 am to wake her. As she rolled over, she discovered a note from her husband, Y/N. The note informed her that the kids were at your friends' house. It also gently commanded her to go downstairs when she woke up fully.

As soon as she got up, she walked down the stairs nude. After all, the kids weren't home. You were sitting nude at the kitchen table with a full breakfast spread set out for Wanda.

"Enjoy baby," you told her, briefly admiring the gorgeous curves of her body.

Wanda sat down and dug in, smiling briefly at you. "Thank you, baby," she said. She enjoyed her favourite french toast with honey and jam for breakfast, along with bitter, strong coffee.

As soon as you finished your conversation, you got up and carried her upstairs to the bathroom. You set her down on the toilet and began running a hot bubble bath for your beautiful wife. It had been nearly three years since you last did this for her. You had her stand in front of you as you looked at her beautiful naked body; her long, red hair, heart-shaped face, big, bluish eyes, and lips you wanted to kiss for the rest of your life. When you looked at her with lust in your Y/E/C eyes, you saw her large D cup breasts; her nipples hardened already at the single thought of what was coming next.

You walked up to her and kissed her passionately on the lips. She wrapped her arms around your neck. You easily lifted her up by her round ass. Then she let you carry her to the bath by wrapping her legs around your lean, strong waist.

You set her in the tub, and got in behind her. As you washed her hair, you started to wash her neck and shoulders, occasionally scrubbing her back. You then gently rubbed each of her breasts while playing with her nipples.

Wanda's head leaned against your chest as she hummed loudly at the nice feeling spread all over her body; the warm water, all the bubbles, and your soft touches were already sending her to paradise.

You took time to wash her stomach. After letting your hands slip beneath the surface, you found her soft folds; as you lightly rubbed her clit a few times, you grinned to yourself - she was already slick. When your fingers opened her up, they started moving in slow circular motions on her clit, pressing to it here and there, adding much-needed friction. While moving your calloused thumb on her clit, you let two fingers slide into her tight pussy.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda parted her rosy lips and let out a soft moan.

Her breathing grew heavier and she opened her legs to her husband.

As you kissed her nape, you pushed your fingers rhythmically in and out of her pussy while whispering sweet nothings to her. You felt your cock grow harder as her pussy was tight and so warm, just for you.

In order to deepen the thrusts of your fingers that were spreading her nicely, Wanda started bucking her hips back and forth, panting harder and harder. Soon, she felt her pussy tighten rapidly around your thick fingers, coating them in her juices.

When Wanda reached her orgasm, she rolled over and began stroking your large cock, her eyes on your face as she was smirking widely.

You sat on the edge of the tub with your legs apart.

She inserted your shaft into her mouth until it reached her throat at the back. She sucked while gagging around your member. You started groaning as your cock throbbed in her mouth. She kept going until you pulled her out of the tub, set her on the edge, and spread her legs wide. You knelt in front of her and proceeded to lick her gorgeous pussy while she held onto the tub, moaning loudly. As another orgasm swept over her, Wanda let out a loud moan. "Oh, Y/N, just like that, baby!" 

As her juices flowed from her, you licked them all up. You continued to eat her cunt out until she cried out, "Fuck me, please, Y/N!"

As you sat back down on the edge of the tub, you pulled her onto your lap. Immediately, your large dick slid into her tight pussy.

Instantly, Wanda started riding your massive length with your hands gripping tightly onto her round hips. Over and over, you slammed Wanda onto you, repeatedly hitting her g-spot, making her moan. In the end, Wanda flung herself hard against your cock, resting her head against your shoulder as her pussy milked your girth. She leaned her head against your shoulder, gasping for air, and let you continue to move her up and down on your length until you slammed her on your cock one last time before filling her up with your thick cum. Wanda felt your cum spurting inside her, causing your dick to twitch uncontrollably. She moved off of your lap and got back into the tub, leaning her back against the tub. Wanda’s muscles felt like jelly when she offered you a smile. “I love you, Y/N.”

A fond smile spread across your face as you leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. "Happy anniversary, my beautiful wife."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 13 - Blur The Lines || Steven Grant x fem!reader

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Summary: You are best friends with Steven Grant. Even though you enjoy your friendship, you decide to blur the lines.

Warnings: smut (handjob, cumming without penetration)

Word count: 1137

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Masturbation

Steven Grant is my best friend of many years. Sweet, smart, and with a dry wit that makes you laugh; measured and considered; he is the most level-headed person I've ever known.

I find this appealing, and it's one of the reasons I like him so much. Although I know he wouldn't blur our carefully drawn friendship, I yearn for it. I want to shock him so that he loses his composure and I can feel his desire for me. However, I feel insecure about the fact that he doesn't seem to be even slightly interested in me; I can describe a whole sexual encounter and Steven won't even raise an eyebrow.

It is not that I have tried to seduce him, but I have decided to change that. In this story, I'll tell you how I tempted Steven to cross our boundaries.

It was a hot summer night and I was staying at Steven's flat. On a visit to London, I crashed on his floor since we lived in different cities.

Our day was amazing and we really connected; we talked about work, health, and minds. It felt so good to be so close to him emotionally, but I wanted to be that close to him physically as well. When we got back to his flat after a walk, I decided to tease him a little. 

The summer dress I was wearing was green and floaty. As we sat on the floor chatting, I pulled my knees in, exposing my underwear to him; Steven glanced at my knickers a few times, but didn't seem concerned at all.

I decided to take a less subtle approach at that point. "Steven," I began, my voice light, "What do you think about when you masturbate? Do you watch a lot of porn?"

A little frown appeared on Steven's face as he held my gaze. This question was slightly out of the blue, but it wasn't really outside of our normal conversational limits. A sigh escaped his lips as he replied, "Really, I don't know. I sometimes watch porn, but I feel like it's getting a bit old."

The sight of him looking unnecessarily weary for our age hurt my heart a little. He's been clearly unlucky in love and hasn't really had much intimacy with others; I couldn't help but move closer to him. My intention was to be more direct, "Sometimes I fantasize about cuddling you while you touch yourself. Would you be open to that?"

His eyes met mine; his lips parted a little, but he did not appear upset; rather, he appeared curious. "Y/N, you know how much I love you, but I don't want to lose our friendship."

The solemnity of his speech made me laugh a little. "Who's talking about losing this friendship? We're so close, I just want to show that closeness." As I gauge his reaction, I smile lovingly. "No romance, just plenty of sexiness."

Steven smiled and nodded slowly as well. As he considered the idea, he kept calm as ever, nodding in approval. "A physical expression of friendship, no romance, only sex... I guess I can see that..."

"So?" I asked lightly.

He smiled and nodded, "Then let's try it. You need to spoon me."

We almost raced to his bed after laughing. Taking him close between my legs, I sat behind him. My lips were right by his ear, and I whispered to him to pull out his cock as I knelt up to view his crotch. 

Suddenly, he looked nervous, but did as I said, his cheeks blushed.

Having been best friends for so long, I knew he appreciated women who could take charge a little. The size of his cock surprised me; it's gorgeous, long, and slightly girthy. I gently caressed him. 

I breathed instructions into his ear and he became harder.

Having moved my hands away from him, I didn't need to say anything more; any initial shyness was gone as Steven's lust intensified. He started to stroke his full length as I whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

As he shared this moment with me, I felt myself getting nice and wet. Steven was so vulnerable right now, but we were at ease, our bodies as close as our souls. I slided my hands along his thighs, caressing his legs. Trying to squeeze as close to him as possible, I wanted to soak up his lust until I was dripping. Unconsciously, Steven gasped. 

His cologne lingered against my nose as I kissed him along his ear, down towards his neck. It was still possible to see his lovely cock being worked to its full size in his hand. 

Slowly and steadily he pumped himself, occasionally playing with his tip with his thumb, but never neglecting the full length of his considerable cock.

Without intending to, I licked my lips; I wanted to get on my knees and suck him off, have him fuck my mouth until I begged him to stop, but this wasn't about me - I needed to focus on him.

"That's it, sweetheart," I whispered to him, my mouth at his ear.

Steven started to pant a little.

"Steven, please, I need you to cum, baby, so bad," I begged him, gently nibbling on his earlobe.

As he leant back into me, he moaned and beat his cock faster.

As I moved my hands along his thighs gently tugging him so he had to spread his legs a little for me, I gently whispered, "That's it, sweetheart. Cum in my arms, baby, I love you so much."

Steven seemed to lose control. I locked eyes with him; he looked desperate, and lust-filled, and completely exposed to me, as his hand manically rubbed at his cock, hard and fast.

I kissed his forehead and caressed his cheek.

Turning to me, he let me hold him.

Over and over, eagerly and desperately, I instructed him to cum for me. He moaned openly, staring at me with desperate, almost devoted eyes.

"I need your cum," I breathed, feeling my wet cunt lips slip against each other as he jerked against me. 

In the end, Steven spewed long streams of thick, white cum all over himself.

For the first time, I kissed Steven on the lips, and he responded passionately. The moment I looked down at my best friend, who was covered in his own cum, I was astonished at how sexy and happy he looked.

Scooping up the cum with my fingers, I swallowed as much as I could before licking my fingers clean. There was a sense that I was really his, and he seemed really mine. I had made him happy, and he had given me what I craved the most - hot cum to lick up, while gazing at a man I cherished.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 9 - A Slow Foreplay || Marc Spector x fem!reader

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Summary: Marc heats you up slowly, taking his time to play with your boobs.

Warnings: smut (nipple play, cumming without penetration)

Word count: 962

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Nipple Play

Marc's eyes glisten at the sight of your beautiful eyes, already filled with need, lust, and nerves.

“Hi, Y/N,” Marc says, grinning. Your rapid breathing is slowed by his confident voice. He holds out his hand and guides you into the room.

“Hi,” you reply briefly, biting your lower lip.

Marc doesn't let go of your hand, he pulls you toward him, past him, spinning you around; it feels uncontrolled, but you gave him your complete surrender when you crossed the threshold and now you trust Spector implicitly. An involuntary moan follows the thump of your back against the door. Mark's passion for you and your body is sparked by the look in your eyes.

Marc lifts both hands above your head, effectively pinning you in place with his body. No fighting or overpowering here, which pleases and disappoints Spector; he holds your wrists tightly with one hand and runs his unoccupied hand behind your head, into your hair, and kisses you deeply.

Your head is controlled, his lips are on yours, his tongue explores and dominates you; you kiss him back, then yield, demurring to the sensations, to the feeling of warmth building inside, half embarrassed and half loving how wet you are already for Marc, wanting that moment to never end but at the same time wanting to be fucked hard as soon as possible.

He is tightly hugging you, applying pressure with his hips, making sure you can feel the unmistakable hardness of his cock across your hip. Your wonderfully pert breasts and rigid nipples are exposed by Marc's hand sliding down the elasticated top of the dress; he ends the kiss to marvel at the sight, taking the hard nipple between thumb and forefinger while cradling your breast in his warm hand.

When you roll your head away from his, you let out just the most perfect mew of arousal, exposing your neck and ear to his warm lips and sharp teeth. His lips are at your ear and he whispers softly, his voice full of lust and promise. He tells you how hot you are, how much he needs and wants you, and how he will fuck you senseless.

Your breathing is rapid again.

His fingers release your nipple as he runs his tongue around and over it; he flicks his tongue around the hard nipple and draws it into his mouth, rolling it over and over, grazing his teeth over it, creating sparks of pleasure in your vulnerable body as he does this. He gently eases your dress down towards your hips, over them, and then lets it fall to the floor; his hands firmly grip your hips, making your prettiest, most revealing knickers crinkle under the pressure, as he kisses your hips and feels fingers in his thick hair.

Admonishing, he stands over you, fully clothed while you're all but naked. As he leads you to the bed, you step out of the dress, stopping by its side, eyeing the improvised restraint already in place. His hand runs over the curve of your ass before gently positioning you in a seated position as he slides your knickers off.

The only guide you have are Marc's eyes, which command as firmly and unambiguously as if he was speaking. Your plump, wet, quivering pussy is offered up to Marc as you look up at him with beautiful, submissive eyes.

A few seconds later, he firmly tightens your wrists together above your head, testing the restraint. "You are absolutely fucked,” Marc whispers into your ear as he lowers his head to kiss your cheek.

When he caresses and kisses, he runs his hands over the restrained body, and your nipples harden, but they don't interfere too much with his eager hands. 

As Marc positions himself between your spread legs, your pussy is perfectly presented to him, your plump, smooth, full lips glistening enticingly already. The man leans forward and reaches for your breast. He holds it tightly, the pert flesh sensuously in his hand, eager to focus more attention on your breasts by firmly rolling your nipples. Marc squeezes your nipples tightly between his fingers as he grinds his clothed, hardened erection against your dripping pussy.

“Marc,” a tiny whisper escapes your lips as you roll your head back.

While he grinds his hips into you, Marc smiles as he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples. His tongue flicks against it and soon Marc is sucking on it slowly.

You moan louder and tug on the restraint that keeps your arms above your head, unhappy about not being able to touch him. “Marc, I’ll cum, baby,” you tell him, your voice barely audible.

His head rises up and he leans toward you for a kiss, one hand cupping your breast and slowly, gradually squeezing it; shortly, he returns to sucking your nipple, his fingers pinching your second, hardened nipple.

You also start grinding against his crotch; the sight of his throbbing erection sends shivers up your spine and you can only utter his name as you whine. The restraint is strained to its limit as your body writhes in perfect pleasure, followed by a loud gasp. “Oh my God, Marc, I'm cumming!”

Your nipple is still in Marc's mouth as he feels himself cumming within his jeans. He catches your nipple with his teeth before sucking harder than he ever has before, grunting at the same time.

You whimper under him, still grinding your pussy against the damp spot on his jeans, licking your lower lip as you watch his blissful expression.

He reaches for his pants to adjust his cock as he whispers, "I love you. Are you ready for more?”

Nodding, you look Spector in the eye with an innocent smile on your lips.

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 8 - A Concept Of Desire || Khonshu x fem!reader

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Summary: In the wake of centuries of longing, Khonshu realizes that the girl who works with his avatar, Jake Lockley, is responsible for rekindling his hidden desires.

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, hair pulling)

Word count: 1757

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Hair Pulling orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish

The concept of desire was defined as a psychological force that ultimately fabricates a need, a craving, or lust, most commonly and aptly associated with a sexual longing.

Khonshu's situation was no different. He could say with great certainty that nearly all males have experienced this torment. The unbridled desire for sexual pleasure ran through his veins. A burning sensation in Khonshu's stomach, a reminder of the hunger he could not satiate, the thirst he could not quench. Khosnhu sometimes felt woeful - he always thought he was above the basic human instincts, the primal needs that people eagerly sought. Yet there he was, engrossed in his own desires, centuries old longings still unfulfilled.

As you walked into the bar each week to meet Jake Lockley, 8 pm - his nostrils flared, his pulse soared - physiological reminders of Khonshu's desires and cacoethes.

This week was no different, Khonshu was at the bar, invisible to all but Jake. The week was like all others that came before, that evening was no different; but when you and Jake locked eyes like you did those many moons ago, the fire in Khonshu resurged - he was never to have you as you were just a mortal being, but he couldn't deny his inner desires, burning himself like a blazing fire, his imagination running wild as his glance moved along the curves of your figure.

You were a smaller woman, you were perhaps 160 centimeters tall, but the heels you wore were so deceptive - and Khonshu realized with astonishment that he was quite attracted to women of smaller stature.

The shoes paired perfectly with your seductive black, garter leg wraps. The tight leg straps highlighted your healthy skin, your perfectly toned legs flowed into a stunning red-velvet corset-dress that hugged your bust and curves perfectly. He looked up at your matte, red lips; your smoky eyeshadow highlighted your beautiful Y/E/C eyes, which transported him to a place of ecstasy, a realm of euphoria. In a way, it was as if you had fallen from heavens and reminded mere mortals what it would be like to be sculpted by the Gods. Beauty is, and forever will be in the eye of the beholder, Khonshu reminded himself.

Khonshu knew that lust could last for months, years, even centuries. In spite of this, his passion seemed to have been brewing for only a few weeks, five, maybe six - when his mind was torturing him, he lost track of time. Despite not brewing for that long, his concoction of lust was explosive and effervescent. 

Thoughts of the good, the bad, and the naughty whirred through Khonshu's mind as a sense of controlled panic overcame him as he finally locked onto a more clear-cut image in his own subconscious and plunged into his own imagination as he remained trancened by your hypnotic gaze.

If Khonshu were mortal, he would love nothing more than to sink his inquisitive fingers, adventurous tongue, and plump lips between your legs.

With his venous and vascular hands, Khonshu would stroke one of your breasts, kissing the trail from your navel to your abdomen. Besides twirling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he would wrap his lips around your other nipple, flick it, and swirl your areola clockwise with his tongue. After incorporating some teeth, Khonshu will continue ascending towards your neck. Your hair would be brushed aside in a loving and caring manner. Khonshu would nibble on your earlobes while moaning and whispering in your ear; sweet nothings and dirty talks echoing in your ear canal.

Taking another deep breath, Khonshu reabsorbed himself into his vivid imagination once more after a brief lapse in concentration as he listened to your conversation with Lockley about yet another target. The god was thinking about the morning after.

It would be heaven spooning you. His cock would be squeezed between your legs tightly due to its stiffness and fatness. 

You would send shivers down his spine as you scratched his abdomen with your velvet, red, and freshly manicured nails. During the time that his lips would feel comfortable on yours, the veiny ridges on his cock would stimulate your pussy, allowing your tight, little, sweet-nectar slit to do its job and coat his hardened shaft with your slick wetness. Khonshu would gently pull back your hair, a good clump in his tight fisted hands; he would tug at it harder and harder if you didn't protest. The stout lips of his mouth would trace the back and side of your neck as he kissed you, once again whispering sweet nothings and dirty teases - what he was going to do to you, how he was going to enjoy you and your gorgeous body.

Khonshu would detach his hips from you after a while to angle his body to tease the slit with his swollen cock, already glistening in his pre-cum. In slow motion, his digits would explore every curve around your waist, rubbing your clit occasionally as well. "Do you think you deserve this?" Khonshu would whisper softly into your ear. Determined to get as deep as possible, he would pick up your smaller frame and throw you passionately onto the bed again. While your legs rested over Khonshu's broad shoulders, he would kiss down the inside of your thighs. His one hand would be placed at the base of his shaft, angled downward to push his cock inside you slowly, while his other hand would be placed on your clit to rub it gently.

He would push deeply into your pussy, then trace his fingers up your neck, wrapping them around it possessively, before leaning forward to change the angle of penetration and pushing even harder. He would reach up and grab a handful of your hair. By wrapping it around his hand and holding your hips in the other, he would drive his dick into your waiting pussy. After pulling out his shaft, he would slap it on your pussy lips, which would elicit a grunt from your parted lips. A delicious, wet echo would emanate from Khonshu's hefty cock in harmony with your beautiful slit.

Khonshu would then turn you over and push you to your knees. Pushing your head into a pillow, you would try to muffle the whimper of pleasure as he again slipped his length into you. Khonshu would lean forward to yank his arm around your waist, to play with your nipples, as his torso rested on your arched back. In the process, he would grab your hair and pull it tightly into a ponytail, causing you to roll your eyes while a moan escaped your lips as he pounded into your pussy from behind. Khonshu would pull your hair harder the harder he thrust. You would try to escape the position for a pleasure so primal and intense would overwhelm your body, setting a knot in your abdomen that was so tight it was only a matter of time before it snapped. You would be drawn to Khonshu by his hand in your hair, hardly tugging. “And where do you think you’re going, Y/N?” He would groan angrily. “Better be a good girl and stick your ass more to me, otherwise I’ll have to rip your hair off.”

His lower torso would smash into your magnificent arse as he grasped your hip tightly with one hand. He would use his hands not only to compliment each thrust and pull you in deeper, but also to create red handprints on your ass. Khonshu would pull at your hair and spank your ass occasionally. Whenever you tried to lay your chest on the bed, he would tug on your ponytail, urging you back into a position that would allow him to penetrate deeper into your pussy. 

The urge to release his load would tighten his balls and make his cock twitch.

Your moans would become louder. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" You would plead.

Having no choice but to obey his desires, the dam would be broken and his cum would be released; his seed filling your pussy, dripping from your body when he pulled his cock out.

After the intercourse, Khonshu would cuddle your face against his chest.

Khonshu's reverie was interrupted by Jake's thick accent, "Khonshu? Are you even listening?"

The Egyptian God of the Moon tilted his skull head slightly, looking at Lockley. "Could you please rephrase that, Jake?"

As Jake frowned, he put his hand on his gear lever as the idiot driving in front abruptly braked. “Por Dios, ¿y ahora qué te pasa?”

Despite not even intending to reply to Jake, Khonshu asked simply, "What was your question again?"

After Jake parked the limo in front of his apartment, he turned off the engine and placed his arm around the headrest of Khonshu's seat. "I was wondering if it would be okay if Y/N stayed here for a day or two. Since we're working together on that guy, it would be easier, you know, ol' bird."

Khonshu poked Jake with his beak on the shoulder. “You can trust me when I say I have no objection to Y/N visiting us, my friend. She might stay as long as she needs to."

The frown on Jake's face deepened; he could not persuade Khonshu to let him bring a girl into the apartment for a date or just a friendly meeting. The situation is dangerous, more for her than for us, Khonshu would argue. Jake pulled the keys out of the ignition switch, asking, "Since when are you so willing to let extraños into nuestro apartamento?"

Khonshu shrugged his shoulders in response, exiting the car quickly. "If we want to deliver the vengeance soon, we've got a lot of planning to do."Jake watched the tall, lanky figure enter the apartment and disappear into the darkness. A smile spread across Lockley's face. In spite of being Khonshu's avatar and not much else, he knew things. It was little known to Khonshu that Jake was able to sense god's true, hidden feelings, especially those that were so intense. The smirk on Jake's lips did not fade as he stepped out of the limo to join Khonshu. In order to complete the job, Jake was willing to do whatever it took to lure you into his apartment. In addition to planning, this was also a way of releasing Jake’s own male greed. Perhaps Khonshu would also be able to make use of his hidden lust.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 18 - Intense disagreements || Poe Dameron x fem!reader

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Summary: As soon as you spotted Poe with another girl, you became enraged. Poe finds an unexpected way to relieve your anger when you both return to your quarters.

Warnings: smut (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 2400

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Angry Sex

"How could you do that?!" I yell at Poe. “Are you sleeping with her, huh?!” The word anger seems appropriate when I describe my feelings, but perhaps furious would be a better description of the current situation I and Poe are in.

"How could I do what? Why are you so insistent on arguing about everything?" Dameron raises his tone, standing right behind me.

As I turn around, my body shaking from all the pent up anger, "What the hell are you thinking?" I scream at him.

"Do you have any idea how delusional you are?" He asks, his tone oh so condescending.

I feel like slapping Poe, for the way he acts, always so confident and sure of himself, sometimes it almost seems like he doesn't care about anyone else. "I'm delusional?" I roll my eyes  while Dameron pushes me hard against the door, causing my back to hit it. “You were with some other woman, how am I supposed to react, huh?!”

Before I protest and make Poe feel sorry for his move, his lips are on mine, claiming, possessing.

My hands are on Poe's shirt, ready to yank him off, but instead I pull him toward me, as Dameron deepens the kiss, tongue probing and devouring. As his hands move from my face to my hips, pulling my body against him, I moan in anticipation.

Like a fire, I feel his desire growing and burning.

The fingers of my left hand find their way into his hair as I tug at his scalp with a strange mix of anger and lust in my heart.

"Ah," Dameron croans into my mouth, breaking the kiss as one hand grazes over my backside, cupping me; his other hand holds my neck, giving it a slight squeeze before pulling me forward into his embrace.

As much as I want to ravage Poe, there is nothing delicate about how he holds me, about the way he holds my ass and my neck. Dameron palms my breast roughly through my blouse as his hand moves downward.

Feeling my need as strong as his, I willingly, mindlessly arch into his touch.

As he steps back an inch to look at my face, Dameron hisses, "Do you know how mad you make me?" His eyes are so alive, so brazen.

"Show me," I dare him with my chin high, and the next instant I find myself with my front against the door and my hands at my back, Poe holding me still.

My blouse is torn after he pulls me back, allowing just enough space between the door and me for his hand to fit. I revel in anticipation of his touch, but what I don't anticipate is my blouse being torn in half. "Hey! Do you have fucking idea how much I spent on this blouse on Canto Bight?!"

I'm too shocked to react as Poe tugs my jeans down next, letting my hands go in the process. This gives me the leverage I need to push myself against the door and turn around.

"Not so soon," Poe replies dismissively when I try the same; I wriggle his pants against the door as my panties are the next to be torn.

When I am left standing with only my bra, I feel the warmth of Poe's body behind me; I push up towards Poe, teasing him. And then Dameron spanks me.

The strange sensation of pain and desire causes me to breathe out loudly.

He spanks me again, on the other ass cheek and my ear is nipped as he whispers, "Do you want me to show you?" His hands move from my hips towards my front and he yanks down my bra, pooling my breasts into his warm, calloused hands, as though weighing them.

I can feel the cold wood against my nipple as it hardens under his inspection; Poe tugs at my nipple a few times until I'm sure I might burst.

The tugging and squeezing of Dameron against my breasts make me clench up my legs; Dameron wants me to plead, and I might, if I weren't so mad at him.

I am being tortured on purpose by him for revenge.

Poe stops his movements as a throaty, utterly masculine and a beautiful groan emancipates from him; I grind back against him, letting him know my purpose; his jeans scraping against my bare skin feels amazing.

After a few moments, his right hand leaves my hip and I hear his belt buckle being undone and his jeans falling to the ground.

Poe's left hand stays on my breasts, continuing the assault, while his right hand spreads my legs, finding the sweet spot between them which is pooling with moisture; he groans hard at the contact, grinding his erection at the crease of my backside. His fingers take up a punishing rhythm at the very first instant, determined to get me there without a moment's delay.

My hands thrash back on his shoulder as I cry out helplessly. His eyes are fixed on me the whole time, I can easily feel it.

Within minutes, I'm on the brink; my body tightens, ready for the last touch to push me off when his fingers stop moving. I know this game, but that doesn't make me less resilient to it; it only means more frustration and anger. In a trance, I open my eyes to see Poe smiling down at me, that pure masculine, smug smile of his.

In the next second, his fingers pick up where they left off so abruptly, rubbing viciously at my already swollen clitoris.

"Oh God!" I moan, biting my lip and trying not to smile because I don't want him to know that he is doing this to me, although it is obvious he is doing it humorlessly.

He stops again, exactly at the same point he left earlier. His voice is dark as he tells me, "This is your punishment, on the edge and helpless. I feel this way every time you argue with me without a fucking reason, Y/N."

Inhaling heavily, I process his words, so raw and ardent.

He spreads my legs with one knee, pulling me back a few inches, not totally standing nor completely bent over, but just at his mercy. "Now, it's time for my fucking reward."

I hold onto the door, bracing myself.

I feel him seething deep inside me as he pushes in one long, hard thrust, letting out a grunt.

Incoherent sounds escape me as I tighten my grip on the door to brace myself.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Fighting me turns you on," Dameron states in a low, strangled voice.

As he pulls back, holding my hips as leverage, he surges forward in a flash; he keeps up the pace, the rhythm, each thrust harder and deeper leaving a beautiful, unbelievable impact on my body; the door begins to rattle with the brute force of Poe, as I feel myself floating towards the abyss, moaning for him like a cheap whore. The sounds he makes with every movement, so distinct and pleasurable, make me sprint rather than walk towards the finish line.

He places a soft kiss in the middle of my shoulder blades, a stark contrast to the brutal rhythm he has set and I cry out as the most intense wave hits me and I surrender to it; his fingers on my hips dig deep into my skin, leaving no doubt; he thrusts twice and falls heavily upon me, a grunt rolling off his parted lips.

Trying to catch our breaths, his hand wraps around my midriff as his nose breathes heavily into my hair. I have completely lost my grip on the door, and his hand and the other on the door are all that keep me from collapsing.

When I shift around in his embrace, facing Poe and wrapping my arms around his neck, soft, feather-like kisses turn into possessive ones; leaning forward, Poe bites on my lower lip as he lifts my legs up to wrap them around his hips.

Poe's eyes light up as I move against the feel of him, changing from calm and relaxed to passionate and ardent; I smile sheepishly at him, marvelling at the fact that I still have some control over him, even if it's not much.

A little of the excitement rubs off on me as Dameron states, "You're going to be the death of me one day, Y/N."

While I kiss Poe, unwilling to accept this is the part where we cuddle and sleep, I find myself softly landing on the bed with my man hovering over on top of me; I didn't even realise earlier he walked to our shared bed with me in his arms.

The journey of his lips doesn't stop there; it continues forward, or rather southward, as he kisses my forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, neck; kissing the exact spot where I can feel my pulse, licking, nibbling, and sucking my breasts, dipping his tongue into my navel and swirling it, my pubic bones, upper thighs, my knees, calves; he acts like a starving animal.

Poe looks down at me after slowly taking my right leg and placing it on his shoulder; his tingers run lightly against the skin on the back of my thigh.

Despite the fact that Poe has never made me feel insecure or shy in the bedroom, when he's looking down at me so intimately, I can't help but try to pull my legs together, which is impossible.

Looking every bit the devil he is, smooth and sinful, how could I ever resist Poe as he looks into my eyes like that? How could I possibly resist as the corners of his lips turn up in that grin of his?

As he kisses my clit and pushes my other leg onto his shoulder too, spreading me to his desire, his mouth moves downwards and he breathes deeply, closing his eyes; I'm watching every movement he makes.

After kissing the spot, Dameron says, "You smell wonderful, like sex and my precum."

As he spends the next few minutes kissing, I become frustrated, lifting my hips to increase the pressure of his lips on me, digging my hands into his shoulders, letting Poe know what he must be doing.

A smile spreads across his face as he thrusts his right hand's first two fingers towards my lips. "Suck," Dameron commands me simply, and I comply, imagining that it's his cock that I'm sucking, imagining his taste on my tongue as he holds my chin and angles me, pivoting his hips forward and forward, coating my throat with his precum.

While I moan around his fingers, he pulls them away from my mouth despite my protests; he moves his now wet fingers around my nipples and navel, leaving a damp trail behind. I feel his wet fingers pulling my lips apart, and his eyes are scrutinising me.

Dameron asks, "Do you want to see how wet you are?" He pushes both of his fingers deep into me, and I feel myself clamp down around him. Pulling them out, he draws a line just above. His fingers trace the same path as earlier, but backwards, circling my navel, my nipples, and then pushing into my mouth.

Poe's fingers taste salty and sweet with a trace of his precum and my juices mixed together; biting on his fingers I pull them deeper into my mouth, holding my hand on his wrist, not letting him pull them back.

I watch Poe rubbing against the edge of the bed as he growls, "Baby, what the fuck are you doing?"

As his teeth bite down on me again, I cry out; he pulls out his fingers and starts cupping my right breast; his tongue comes out, probing me open and licking precisely where it should; Poe squeezes my breast mercilessly as his tongue is pushed into my pussy; he starts slurping loudly and I roll my head back. In a deadly combination of his fingers, teeth, and tongue, I scream his name while arching against the bed, cumming hardly.

When he climbs up, he lets my legs off his shoulders, and I see his lips shine with my arousal. He kisses my neck, my mouth, and flips me around so that I'm on top of him.

Straddling him, I lift myself up, holding his hard cock in one hand until I'm just a few inches away from his dick.

"That's it, girl," he breathes sharply as I sink lower onto him, feeling myself being stretched delightfully. Despite how much it kills me, I stop when Poe is only half-way inside of me and pull him out.

"Fuck," Poe curses loudly, his head rolls back on the pillow.

Using the tip of Poe, I rub myself on the spot I need the most.

His face is filled with confidence and utter satisfaction. Through clenched teeth, Peo starts, "About what I said earlier..."

"Yes?" I ask, throwing my own head back, bucking my hips back and forth, his hands tightening around my hips. I’m curious what he’ll tell me.

He says, "I didn't mean to flirt with her, but you should know Zorii and I were a thing in the past," and I sink onto him completely, letting out a ragged breath as his hard shaft spreads my pussy so thoroughly. "Oh, fuck, Y/N!" Dameron yells as he pivots into me and strikes me sharply and hard; his hips moving up and down in an attempt to meet all of my movements.

As a sudden orgasm hits me, I stop everything I'm doing and moan his name loudly, my entire body feeling like it's been torn in two; my pussy burning, my juices and release pouring down as the knot built within my abdomen snapped.

Poe continues to pound unreservedly, his grip on my hips tightens, and moments later, he lies beneath me, muscles and nerves bulging. I can feel his warm, thick seed pouring deep inside of me as he lets out an animalistic cry.

I kiss his sweat-covered chest, feeling his heart beat so rapidly under my ears as I fall onto it in the process.I drift off to sleep with Poe still inside me when Dameron says, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips, "Now I understand why you got so angry. You love me a lot."