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[snarkwrites]

summer sizzle | selfish - sweet pea | mature.

PROMPTS USED:

To the music + dirty dancing + “I like you this close to me. You’re warm.” + “You are so fucking beautiful.” + Kiss on the neck +“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” + comfort sex + needy/clingy + touching / kissing heavy + “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” + afterglow; talking and cuddling -

AUTHORS NOTES:

Look at me, being all productive and shit, posting content not once but twice in a week. Ya’ll, it’s been a while. I’m rusty as fuuuuck I won’t lie, but.. This was fun to write, even if it was a complicated little bitch in the beginning. If enough people want it, I might actually develop an actual fic for this Andrews!Oc and Pea, because I think it could be very interesting. In the meantime, unless you’re not 18+, enjoy the smut?

PAIRING:

Sweet Pea x Andrews!Ofc. [ RIVERDALE FANDOM ]

WARNINGS:

I am baaadly out of practice writing smut, first of all. Slightly jerky behavior to start with on Pea’s part, biting, s*x, swearing, overuse of petnames, angst to start with. Porn, but heavy af on the plot because apparently, I cannot write it any other way. BUT HAHAHA! THIS BITCH REMEMBERED TO HAVE THEM WRAP IT UP. I REMEMBERED THE GODDAMN CONDOM.

No children allowed,m’kay? This is smut. Not the filthiest, probably not even the best, but it’s out there.

TAGGING:

uhh.. given that this is smut, I’m gonna tag @rampagewriting​. If anyone else wants to be tagged in my stuff, follow the link below to my google doc and add yourself, yeah?

Life edit, I also tag @xxghostnappaxx​ to this. 

[ four seasons masterlist ] | [ tag list google doc ] | [ faq ]

  ----> SELFISH, a sweet pea x ofc oneshot.

“If you want to go to the dance, Alyssa.. I’m

not

stopping you.” Sweet Pea spoke calmly, giving a shrug as if he didn’t care either way. As he gazed down at me, I sighed and shook my head sadly. I tried stepping a little closer but he backed away like usual.

At this point, I find myself seriously wondering what exactly keeps me coming back.

,, oh, that’s right you stupid, stupid girl, you’re in love with the jerk.” - the thought came, taunting me in it’s brutal and raw truth.

But a girl can only be pushed out so far and honestly?

I was sick of paying for the pain Josie McCoy caused him. I was sick of having to prove myself over and over, I was beyond tired of being tested and questioned. I was tired of hoping against hope that one day, he’d finally get it. He’d realize that unlike pretty much everyone else in his life to this point, I wasn’t going anywhere.

A talk I had with Betty came back and I turned back to look at Sweet Pea, shaking my head. Something in me snapped and before I could stop myself, I was saying something I knew full well I’d come to regret.

“You’re dense. All this time and you don’t get it. You can’t see what’s right here in front of you, begging to be taken. I loved you, okay? Nothing would’ve changed that. But you… You had to keep pushing me away, you had to keep questioning my motives. I’m going to the dance, Sweet Pea. And I think,” I paused, taking a few deep breaths to keep myself calm. 

If I didn’t do it, I was most definitely going to break down sobbing. I wouldn’t ever go through with this because the last thing I want to do right now is turn my back. I mean, I love the guy. I don’t want to give up like pretty much everyone else in his life has. After I’d taken a few seconds to get myself calm again, I kept going, “ I think that I’m also going to leave you alone from now on since that’s obviously what you want.”

I grabbed my backpack and before he could say anything, I walked out of the empty classroom we’d been sitting in. Almost the second I was out in the hallway and standing by my locker, what I’d just done hit me and I wound up sitting on the hallway floor, my head resting against my knees.

“Alyssa?”

I looked up to find Reggie Mantle standing there, staring down at me in concern. “Are you crying?”

I shook my head, wiping at my eyes. I could’ve easily told Reggie Mantle exactly why I was sitting in the floor of the hallway crying, but in the end, I still cared entirely too much for Sweet Pea and the last thing I wanted was for him to get into another fight.

,, don’t flatter yourself. Did you not see just how little he cares when he didn’t try to stop you? When he didn’t wake up at the last second and at least try to fight for you?” the thought sat in my mind, taunting me bitterly. And I still kept the reason I was crying to myself.

Reggie flopped down next to me and kind of awkwardly slipped his arm around my shoulders. “Hey, c’mon, princess.”

“Don’t call me that… Please?” I glanced up at him, wincing a little at the use of the pet-name. Given that pretty much all of Archie’s friends called me that, I realized suddenly that when Sweet Pea called me that, it had taken on a whole new meaning for me. It changed from just a dumb nickname given to me by my older brother and all of his friends to something… Special. Intimate.

And now, I was going to hear it all the time and yeah, it was probably going to hurt like hell.

Reggie eyed me and I gave him a pleading look. “There has to be a million other things you can call me. I’m not a little girl anymore, Reg.” I said it quickly, hoping it wouldn’t raise suspicion or anything.

I didn’t want any of this getting back to Pea, putting him into a situation with my brother or any of his friends. I let out a deep breath that I didn’t even realize I held when Reggie smiled and nodded, seeming to accept my hasty explanation.

“There’s a lot of things I could call you, angel.” he said it so smoothly that I had not a single doubt in my mind that yet again, he was hitting on me.

But I was hurting so much at the moment, I didn’t immediately put him off. I looked up at him and gave a weak sort of smile, shrugging. “Whatever you wanna call me… Just not princess, okay?”

Reggie flashed a grin and gave me the thumbs up, springing up off the hallway floor. He held out his hand and warily, I eyed it a few seconds before finally allowing him to pull me off the floor. He walked me to class and just before I disappeared in the door, he stopped me, dragging his fingers through his hair as he eyed me up. “You gonna be alright, angel?”

“Yeah, it just hasn’t been a good day.”

“If you wanna talk.. You’ve got your old buddy Reggie.”

Somehow, when he said it, I got the distinct feeling that he meant something more by it, but I shoved the thought down. 

--

I could feel his eyes burning a hole through me and several times, I almost turned around. I almost said something. But I remembered what I was trying to do, and I remembered the way he didn’t say anything to stop me when I did it and the hurt came back all over again.

Sweet Pea hissed my name from behind and I stared straight ahead, blatantly ignoring him. The teacher gave him a dirty look and he went quiet after that. Despite my resolve not to, I found myself turning around now and then, watching him when he wasn’t looking.

But I can’t keep letting myself be a doormat. I have to stand my ground. Even if this is killing me. Even if it’s the last thing I want to do. 

Bearing that in mind, for the rest of the week, I went above and beyond to either avoid Sweet Pea or make sure I was never alone in the hallway or after class so he couldn’t find me or talk to me. I made myself scarce. I bottled everything up and I shoved it all down. And I thought I was doing a pretty damn good job at it too...

--

“You! Explain yourself right now.” Cheryl and Toni stormed into Pop’s and glared at Sweet Pea angrily as they stood by the booth he sat in by himself.

“Hey to you too, Blossom.” Sweet Pea grumbled, not even bothering to look up from the barely touched plate of food sitting on the booth in front of him. He growled quietly when Cheryl and Toni took it upon themselves to sit down in the other side of the booth without bothering to ask.

“Obviously, you two are gonna say something, so just say it and go. Kind of not in the mood.” Sweet Pea spoke up as he stared out the window, into the parking lot. 

“What kind of idiot are you?” Toni asked, shaking her head as she reached across the table, taking some of Sweet Pea’s french fries and eating them herself. He gave her a dirty look but she shrugged, wiping away ketchup from the corners of her mouth before repeating herself. “I repeat, Pea… what kind of an idiot are you?”

“A pretty big one, if you want my opinion, lover.” Cheryl answered Toni’s question before Sweet Pea could say anything.

“Can you two stop dancing around whatever this is and say it?”

“We heard about what happened with you and Alyssa. Are you seriously going to sit here and do nothing? She said she loved you, Pea. What? That’s just not good enough?”

“I know what she said.” Sweet Pea barked the statement, making both girls share a look. After quiet whispering, the two looked at him again, determined. “It was, okay? I just..” he trailed off, swearing under his breath and shaking his head as the two of them shared a look and then directed their gaze to him in unison.

 “What?” Sweet Pea grumbled, taking a sip of the soda on the table beside him.

“You’re going to fix this, you giant idiot. You have to fix it. I can’t have one of my Vixens going around all mopey or even worse, missing Homecoming festivities entirely. Need I remind you, we Vixens have a strong reputation in this school? And if one of us is lacking spirit, it makes us all look bad.”

Sweet Pea laughed. The laughter died away when he realized that they were being serious. “That’s what this is about? Your stupid cheerleading shit? You do realize I can’t fix it, right? Do you not think I’ve tried, Blossom?”

“Try harder, you big oaf.” Cheryl leaned in slightly, glaring at Sweet Pea in frustration. She added as an afterthought, “ I hate seeing her like this, okay? She’s a sweet girl and honestly, it kills me. I need her happy and bubbly. You broke my Vixen, you fix her now.” 

“Don’t hold your breath, Blossom.” Sweet Pea shrugged, his shoulders sagging as he went back to staring down at mostly untouched food. Toni eyed him and spoke up.

“Wow. I have never seen you just sit and pick at your food, Pea. This is really bothering you, isn’t it?”

“Gee… whatever gave you that idea, Topaz?” Sweet Pea snorted sarcastically, giving an eye roll as he shifted around in his seat, eyeing the door. All he wanted to do was escape right now. Because the more they said, the more it made him replay that day over and over again.

And it hurt like hell. It only made him angry at himself all over again.

“You know, you’re a stubborn ass, right? You could fix this if you really wanted to. But I guess you don’t. So I guess she’ll just wind up moving on and you’ll go back to being the miserable man-bitch we all know and love yet want to strangle.”

Toni smirked as her words hit their mark and the two of them stood, walking out of Pops, leaving Sweet Pea to stew in Toni’s parting remark. And it took hold, rooting itself in his mind.

That’s the one thing about friends who are like family. They always know where to hit at to illicit an actual reaction.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” Sweet Pea stood, tossing his half eaten food and the empty soda into a bin and he strode out the door into the parking lot.

He happened to look across the parking lot, spot her getting out of the truck with her father, Fred.

He called her name and for once, she looked back. The hurt look in her eyes and the sad shake of her head was what really got him. He couldn’t have felt worse if he tried. He stood there, watching her walk into Pop’s with her father and in that moment, he made up his mind.

One way or another, even if it took a long time, he was going to fight. He couldn’t just give up. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers.

--

My father cleared his throat from the seat across the booth. “Everything okay, shortcake?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s all good.”

“Well then what was all that outside?”

“What?” I asked the question, tensing a little. Sometimes, having such a perceptive father isn’t really a great thing. Especially when I don’t really… like acknowledging pain. Or dealing with it. I mean, my whole idea of dealing with the situation with Sweet Pea has been to just pretend I’m okay, but to go above and beyond to avoid him. 

“You know what I’m talkin about. The kid called your name and you gave him that look. The one you always gave Archie when you were little and Archie wouldn’t let you tag along to play.”

I plastered on my best convincing face and shook my head, taking a noisy sip of my chocolate milkshake. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, dad. He’s in my class. He was just saying hey.”

“It sounded like he was trying to talk to you.” my father pointed out and I bit my lip, glancing over at him. “Yeah, well.. If he wanted to talk, he should’ve done it earlier. At school. I’m starving. Can we order now?”

My father chuckled and for a few seconds, he eyed me as if he wanted to ask more questions. Thankfully, he let it go. “Yeah. What do you want? I think I’m gonna get my usual.”

“I think I’m going to try your usual, actually.”

“That’s a lot of burger, kid.” my father laughed.

I shrugged and did my best to laugh. As I happened to look over at the window, I did so just in time to see Sweet Pea’s truck pulling out of the parking lot. For a second or two, I wondered what he might have said if I’d walked over.

But I quickly shoved that out of my head.

-- LE TIME SKIPPE.

Cheryl spotted me making my way into the gym. “You came!” she pulled me into a hug and I nodded, shrugging. My eyes roamed around the gym and I swallowed hard, stomach sinking just a little when I saw no sign of Sweet Pea anywhere.

,, did you really think he’d show, Alyssa?” - the thought had me frowning a little, but I quickly plastered on my best attempt at a bright smile when we pulled back from the little hug. Cheryl smiled. “I love the dress. Let’s see if we can’t get you circulating…”

“Actually, I’m just gonna go get some punch? Maybe observe until they play a song worth dancing to?” I bit my lip as I said it and Cheryl eyed me a second or two, before finally giving a nod under Toni’s gaze.

If not for Toni, I have no idea Cheryl would’ve ignored me and gone ahead, doing what she wanted. It used to annoy the hell out of me when we were all kids, but now, I kind of see it as her, trying to show that she really does care.

And she’s been a lot more help than she realizes since things with Sweet Pea crashed and burned so badly. She hasn’t really… let me mope a lot. I’ve wanted to, but she and Toni always find a way to manage keeping me from it.

I made my way over to the punch bowl and the refreshments table and I turned around, my back to the crowd as I scooped punch into my cup, grumbling to myself as soon as I felt the burn of alcohol as it crawled down my throat and into my stomach. “Figures. Somebody would have to spike the punch.” I mused to myself as I sipped from the cup and momentarily toyed with the idea of just grabbing the entire chocolate cake on the table and a plastic fork, disappearing for the alcove beneath the stairs on the freshman wing.

But I told myself that I was coming tonight. I’m trying to get over him. And damn it, I’m determined to fake it til I make it.

“Wanna dance, angel?” Reggie leaned against me from behind, muttering the words quietly against my ear. I bit my lip, trying to brainstorm the best way to politely turn him down.

There’s only one guy I want to dance with, but apparently, I’m not and will never be good enough.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, frustrated with myself.

I was about to turn around and accept Reggie’s offer  when I heard Sweet Pea speaking up from behind Reggie. “Beat it, Dog.”

“How about you fuck outta here, Serpent?” Reggie gave Sweet Pea a dirty look. 

I stood there, eyes darting from one to the other, both of them tensed and squared up, ready to go in the snap of a finger.

“Guys, no.” I spoke up, warning tone as my hand rested against my hip. “You’re not about to start this shit.”

“He started it.” both responded, glaring at the other. I rolled my eyes and tried to make  it a point to avoid Sweet Pea’s intent gaze. The way deep brown eyes roamed over every single inch of my body, lingering just enough to make my breath catch in my throat. In the end, I just couldn’t though, and I found myself getting sucked into his gaze.

I sighed quietly and managed to tear my eyes off the way he looked in a borrowed suit, the tie undone at his neck, even though the sight of him had my knees utterly weak. I focused on Reggie instead and plastered on a smile, nodding to the dance floor.

“Didn’t you ask me to dance, Reg?” I asked, stepping away from Sweet Pea and a little closer to Reggie. He held out his arm and I looped mine through, letting him lead me out onto the dance floor.

I didn’t dare look back at Sweet Pea. I didn’t have to. I could feel his eyes penetrating me, I could feel his gaze shift to Reggie and I, despite Reggie moving us towards other parts of the gym floor several times during the dance we shared. At one point, he chuckled against my ear as I grinded against him, hips swaying in time to the song playing, “If looks could kill right now, huh?”

I swallowed hard, catching eyes with Sweet Pea. He was leaned against the wall, arms folded over his chest. If he glared any harder at Reggie, Reggie would drop dead on the spot. I did my best to look like I was having the time of my life and finally, the song came to an end. Reggie chuckled and dragged his fingers through his hair as he winked at me and told me he’d find me later on tonight, maybe we’d dance again.

I nodded, even though I had every intention of disappearing long before that happened. I was heading back towards the punch bowl for another cup of punch when I felt arms wrap around my waist and I found myself body to body with Sweet Pea.

“That fuckin guy?” Sweet Pea nodded to Reggie, who was already dancing with another girl. I bit my lip and stepped back a little when Sweet Pea moved closer, towering over me.

“He asked me to dance. Seeing as how I’m here alone tonight, all dressed up, I didn’t see the harm.”

“You didn’t see the harm.” Sweet Pea was doing his best at keeping a calm tone, but I could see the exact second his fists clenched at his sides and I could hear it in the way he exhaled. What I didn’t understand was why exactly he was so jealous.

“No. I didn’t.” I swallowed hard as he stepped closer. His hand ghosted my side, fingertips digging in ever so slightly when they stilled on my hip. He leaned down just a little and muttered quietly, calmly, “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you, princess.” using my moment of confusion to pull me closer, pressing me against him. The way he said it had my heart fluttering a little and I barely managed not whimpering at the look in his eyes when mine met his after a few seconds.

I tried to keep some distance between us, attempting to pull back a little even though that was the absolute last thing I wanted to do. I was trying to keep my defenses up. However, he seemed to pick right up on it and something softened in his eyes as he tried again, pulling me close all over again, arms around my waist. 

I couldn’t formulate words or string a single coherent thought together and it was a damn shame because there was so much I wanted to say to him. To yell at him. He’d hurt me and honestly, I just wanted to let him have it.

Instead, I sighed and melted into his arms a little, my hand raising and catching in the collar of his borrowed suit. His mouth grazed right against the shell of my ear and he muttered huskily against, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” before tilting my chin so that I had to look up at him. I gulped, taking a deep breath.

“You really hurt me. I mean, you really, really hurt me.” I pouted a little, at least making a valiant effort to stand my ground and make him own up to his part in the way things played out almost two weeks ago. He flinched, his hand leaving my hip and raising to rake hair back out of my eyes as he continued to stare down at me intently, lost in thought. I took a deep breath and continued, “I should just walk away. Right now.”

“Princess, don’t.” Sweet Pea spoke up quietly with his tone torn between firmness and fear, leaning his forehead down, resting it against mine. Somebody got the DJ to play Love Me Like You Do and for a second, I heavily considered it, just walking off the dance floor and maybe even leaving the dance altogether.

Instead, I took a deep breath and met his gaze, eyeing him expectantly. “Do you have nothing at all to say for yourself, Sweet Pea?”

“Oh, I got plenty to say, princess. I’m just not saying it here, in front of everyone.” Sweet Pea muttered the words quietly, his lips brushing right up against mine as he spoke. I sucked in a sharp breath but I also pouted again, tensing against him a little, because obviously, that was the entirety of our problem to start with. I knew how he felt, hypothetically, I never really doubted it until that last day I talked to him, when he didn’t try to stop me, when he didn’t come after me and trust me enough not to hurt him like he’d already been hurt to let it all go. I did manage to step back just a little, putting space between us and I shook my head. “Wrong answer, Sweet Pea.”

He swallowed hard, looking around.

I bit my lip, shuffling my feet against the gym floor. I didn’t want to do this, but I also didn’t want to get hurt again. I didn’t want to risk anything until I knew that this time, things were going to be a little different.

If not, I couldn’t just stick around and keep waiting, no matter how much I wanted to. What if he was never ready to let me in?

“What do you want me to say? I love you? Fine. I love you.” Sweet Pea was stepping closer all over again, hands firmly planted on my hips this time to hold me in place. At first, I thought about bolting because I wasn’t entirely sure whether he was just saying it now to get me to stay or whether he meant it, but then I looked up and my eyes actually met his.

“I love you and this whole thing is driving me fucking insane, princess.” he pulled me completely against him this time, staring down at me almost hungrily. He grumbled and rolled his shoulders making muscular arms strain against the ill fitting suit and I found my eyes fixated on that, distracted. 

“I see you checking me out, princess. Is there something you want? Just tell me and it’s yours, I promise.” the question was posed with that trademark cocky smirk and I gulped, locking eyes with him. Seconds felt stretched into hours and neither of us said anything, we just stared. At least until I felt his hands wandering all over me as we danced. He leaned in closer, a hand leaving where it rested against my ass to raise to my cheek, gripping, guiding my mouth straight to his own. 

My back hit one of the gym walls softly and I found myself pressed right up against it, his hand lowering from where it rested on my cheek to roam all over my body as his mouth devoured mine hungrily. I could feel my lips starting to bruise and swell and when his teeth sank into my bottom one, tugging at it, I whimpered and raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck, only after I dragged my fingers over his scalp. His other hand tangled in my hair, using his grip to pull my lips into the kiss even deeper still. By this point, we were both gasping for breath, panting heavily and a whimper bubbled out of my throat when he bucked himself against me and growled into the kiss quietly just before it broke, both of us pulling away, wide-eye and trying desperately to catch our breath.

“I asked you a question. Is there anything you want right now, princess?” his voice was a low rumble when he spoke and the way he towered over me, staring down, with an arm raised and his palm flat against the wall I was pressed up against had me leaning against him heavily, all the bones pretty much leaving my legs and reducing them to gelatin just a little more with each little touch, with each on purpose graze of his mouth against my ear or my neck, even the front of my throat. I finally managed to rub against him a little and he growled quietly, biting his bottom lip as he looked down at me, the lust burning bright in his eyes. 

The music changed to a slower song and I shivered at the way he rubbed himself against me, the way he strained against the suit pants making me bite my lip and cling to him, rubbing against him right back. I was grateful for the fact that we were in the back of the gym and nobody was really paying us any attention, because I’d never really danced this dirty with anyone before.

The next thing I knew, I was being scooped up into his arms and carried out of the gym. I clung to him, my lips grazing up and down the side of his neck, little whimpers as he whispered things to me while carrying me out of the dance.

He unlocked his truck, opening the passenger door and sitting me in the seat, stepping between my legs as his hands wandered up and down my sides, then over my thighs. My head fell back and I licked my lips, earning me a growl and him leaning in against me heavily to whisper against the shell of my ear, “You know what that does to me, princess.”

“No, I actually don’t. I didn’t, I mean.” I managed to gasp out in a shaky breath against his ear as my hands wandered down the front of the button up top, unable to still, touching him in any way I could. My legs wrapped around his hips and squeezed against, my heels digging into his ass to pull him against me even more. It ended up leaning me back against the seat a little and Sweet Pea followed me down, his lips ghosting down the front of my throat, littering soft skin with bites and marks.

“We’re leaving, princess… If that’s okay with you.” he managed to gasp out the question when he pulled himself away from my neck and throat, catching his breath as he stared down at me, almost anxiously. It was a switch from the way he usually carried himself, so cocky and self-assured at all times. It let me know just how much I’d truly gotten to him.

“Mhm.” I purred against his neck after I’d melted into him again, muttering a few seconds later, “I like you this close to me. You’re warm.” and batting my lashes, making him growl quietly when the movement tickled his skin. His fingers dug into my body even more, squeezing as if he were trying desperately to hang onto any shred of self-control he might have left. 

“This isn’t getting us outta here, princess.” he gave a low and dark chuckle against my mouth as he zeroed in on it again, another bruising and deep kiss that left my lips swollen and achy. I whimpered, almost needy as he stepped away, tucked my legs into his truck and shut the passenger door firmly. He jogged around to the driver seat and got in, wasting no time in cranking the truck and spinning out of the parking lot and onto the street that ran right past it.

His hand left the steering wheel, moving slowly up and down my thigh, making me whimper and squirm as he nodded to the space next to him in the middle of the bench seat. “C’mon, princess. Get closer.”

I moved closer, leaning against his side and my breath caught in my throat when I felt his hand venture up my dress, rubbing me through the pink satin beneath it. He leaned in a little at the one redlight in town and muttered almost cocky against my ear, “Princess, you’re dripping.” and bit his lip as he pulled away, turning his attention back to the road in front of us as the light went green. The more he rubbed, the more I rocked myself against his hand, making him chuckle quietly. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Just a few more minutes, okay? And then, if you let me, I’m gonna take real good care of you. I mean that, princess.” 

My head fell back against the seat with a soft thud and I whimpered as I rocked myself against his hand even more after he started to rub harder, faster. “Sweet Pea.” I choked out, panting heavily, “Don’t stop. Feels so good.”

The truck pulled to a stop and he killed the engine, wrangling me into his lap, making me pout because he’d taken his hand away. His lips were all over my face and neck until I couldn’t take it anymore and I was literally dying to be kissed again, my hands resting against his cheeks and pulling his mouth against mine greedily.

He bucked himself into me from below and as I rocked myself back and forth in his lap, his fingers dug into my sides, pressing me down harder. “Fuck. I can feel you dripping, princess. This feel good?”

“Yes. So good.” I gasped as I buried my lips in his neck, leaving a mark of my own behind, making him groan and buck into me harder, holding my hips still so that he had control over the friction as he looked me up and down, almost as if he were sizing up mentally just how long it would take to strip me down.

He stepped out of his truck, not bothering to put me down, carrying me up the steps and into his trailer, the door shut and locked behind us. My back pressed into it as his hand made it’s way back up my dress and he bucked against me, rubbing his hand harder against soaked pink satin. 

“Sweet Pea.” I moaned out, shattering the silence in the trailer. “Yeah, baby girl?” he breathed against my ear, his fingers trailing a line straight up my slit after slipping into my panties. “Now. Need you now.” I nipped at his neck as I raised one of my legs to his waist, trying to keep myself steady.

“Now, hmm? If that’s what you want, princess.” he broke the kiss and pulled back, searching my eyes, almost as if he were making sure that I wanted to go this far. I licked my lips and whimpered, rocking myself against his hand all over again, begging for it breathlessly until he pulled me up his body and carried me over to the mattresses he slept on, my back hitting them softly as he sank down, sitting next to me. I climbed into his lap, my fingers pulling at the buttons on his shirt after I’d managed to tug down the jacket of the suit, letting it fall to the bed. His hands disappeared up my dress, fingers catching in the waistband of my panties, tearing them away with a quiet rip and tossing them onto the floor by the bed. He laid me back, positioning himself over me, pressing himself down into me and his mouth rolled over my neck, leaving more bitemarks and little nips behind, smirking against my skin as he did so.

“Everybody’s gonna know you’re mine, princess. You sure you’re okay with that?” his voice was husky, laced with sex and want, almost raw and primal as his lips brushed against my ear and he rocked himself against me. I got my hands free from where they’d been caught and immediately, I went for the button and zipper on his pants, tugging pants and boxers down at the same time. They pooled at his feet as he stood up and he kicked them free, sending them skidding quietly out into the middle of the floor before turning his attention to the little tray table at the head of the bed, digging around on top of it, coming up with a condom in his grip. 

He pulled himself away from me, because he’d been pressed against me again, tearing the wrapper with his teeth and spitting the foil onto the floor after he’d torn the packaging.As he prepared to put it on, I gently pushed his hand away, gazing up at him as my hand circled his cock, working the rubber sheath down in place over it. He growled, bucking himself into my hand and almost the second it was fully on, he had me on my back again, lowering himself down over me.

My legs wrapped around him and he rose up, his hand circling his thick member, guiding it right over my slit, making me gasp as he stared down at me and bit his lip, leaning down just a little to murmur against my ear, “Don’t let me hurt you, princess.”

I hissed as I felt the tip slowly slip in and my nails dug into his shoulders as I tensed all over. He went still, staring down at me, kissing me all over my face before zeroing into my mouth again, but not until I begged for it first.

He started to fuck into me slowly as I began to relax, and I rocked my hips up to meet each thrust, the tips of my fingers gripping at his shoulders a little harder with each one. “You feel so so good, princess. So good. You’re okay, right?”

“Feels good.” I gasped, my eyes fluttering open and shut as I started to feel myself tensing, this slow and lazy heat settling in my core. I could feel myself dripping, and the soft smack of our bodies with every single thrust echoed off the walls of the trailer. He slowed to a stop again, muttering against my lips in a daze, “Gotta slow down, princess. I wanna take my time with you.” and I nodded. I wasn’t really in a hurry to get home, my father told Archie and I we could be out late tonight because of the dance.

Honestly, I’d told him I’d probably just stay over at Cheryl’s or something and he’d been okay with it.

The prospect of having a whole night alone with Sweet Pea was exciting. 

His thrusts sped up a little and when I raised my arms to wrap them around his neck again, he chuckled, smiling down at me, a softer version of his usual cocky smirk. “You feel so good, princess. You’re takin me so well. C’mon, move your hips, baby girl. That’s it.” he groaned out against my ear as he started to slam into me harder, more erratically. 

By now, that slow and lazy heat in my core had turned into a dull throb and I moaned out, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts with more urgency because I could feel myself getting closer and closer with each stroke. He growled and gripped at my hips, trying to hold me still and stay in control, chuckling against my ear almost teasingly, “You gonna come for me?”

“So.. so close.. Don’t stop.” I begged over and over as his thrusts got deeper, rougher, and his fingers dug into my hips, the smack of his body against mine almost in competition to overcome the sound of our combined moans and groans and the soft sucks and slurps every single time his mouth conquered mine. He licked his lips and his jaw clenched, I got the feeling he was holding back and holding off and I dug my heels into his ass, driving him even deeper inside. He groaned against my skin, “Fuck. C’mon, princess. Let go.” as my orgasm shattered through and it pushed him over the edge too, his cock pulsing, my walls vising tight around it as we clung to each other and tried to catch our breath.

After peppering my face and neck and collarbone with kisses, he flopped onto the mattress next to me, rolling onto his side, trailing those thick fingertips slowly over my bare skin as he stared down at me. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. We’re okay.” I yawned out, rolling onto my side to face him, slipping my leg over his hip. He raised his hand, gliding it slowly over my thigh, gingerly trailing his fingertips over a few light bruises his hands and fingers left behind on my body. 

“You sleepy, baby girl?” he laughed, teasing me a little as my eyes started to get heavy... 

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

sprung spring | somebody watching me; drew mcintyre [m]

PROMPTS USED:

 “You won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you.” + “that feels so good.” + From Behind + choking + fingering + standing up / in front of a window + “I’m not wearing any panties.” + teasing,dirty talk + “Someone’s watching us.” “Then stop holding back your moans and let’s give them a show.” + Voyeurism - hinted at -

NOTES:

Whew.. Was this ever a bitch to pull off. And I’m going to be totally honest with everyone, I really do not feel like I executed it to the best of my ability, but.. It finally started to flow and I did not dare stop or turn back. I feel like personally, this isn’t the best thing I’ve written, but... lately, I’ve been lagging in motivation or time and I’m just lowkey relieved that I finally got this out and got it to work. It took me like... two weeks I think? I’m gonna be honest. In hindsight, I do believe that my entire problem with execution here was Voyeurism. Because I just couldn’t get myself to come up with a scenario in which either party would willingly allow someone to watch? Oh and I’m realizing now that I totally ignored the prompt “I’m not wearing any panties.” but.. It’s out and I got it written and I pushed through another personal boundary I had no clue I had (voyeurism) and I just hope at least one person enjoys it?

WARNINGS:

sexual acts, duh. oral sex, edging, light choking, sex in front of a window - with someone watching outside, swearing, unprotected sex, body fluids, and biting/marking, oops rip that one snuck it’s way in.

PAIRING:

Drew McIntyre x OFC, Rhiannon

I didn’t try to tag anyone here. Tags are notorious fail for me, so... Maybe I’ll try to tag people again soon.

They flocked to him almost the instant she and Drew entered the party. And given that he had just accomplished a pretty huge career milestone, Rhiannon totally understood why. She also understood that they were best friends and that getting jealous or upset over it was something a girlfriend would do and something she had absolutely no right to do.

But damn it, it bothered her when she looked over and saw Mandy Rose practically hanging all over Drew. Granted, Drew looked totally annoyed and when they locked eyes across the crowded party, he rolled his eyes while glancing down at Mandy and Rhiannon’s response was to give a mild shrug and giggle about it while sipping her drink… It still bothered her. Way more than she cared to admit.

This is just one of many reasons you’re trying to stop flirting with him so hardcore and get yourself some distance, her brain chose that second to both remind her and scold her for not sticking to her original plan; telling Drew she had a date again tonight.

The pathetic thing is, she thought to herself, I don’t have a date. I… literally cannot fathom being with anyone else but him, I just know I can never tell him. She sighed and dragged her fingers through her hair, trying to silence the thought but it wouldn’t be silenced. It remained, nagging and nagging at her, eating away and driving her crazy.

Just like a whopping 99 percent of the time lately. It was getting harder and harder to be around him and keep her feelings hidden. It honestly felt like at any second, she was just gonna open her mouth and the words were gonna come tumbling right out.

A flash of red had her smiling and when Heath Slater came fully into view, she ran over, hugging the man. Heath nodded in Drew’s direction, chuckling in amusement. “Got separated, huh?”

“The second we stepped in the door, everybody bum rushed him. I mean… He did just win the Universal title. I’m just kinda… giving him space.”

“That look in your eyes, lil bit. Says that’s the last thing you wanna do.” Heath chuckled and dragged his fingers through shaggy ginger hair as he eyed Rhiannon intently. She sighed and shrugged, nodding towards Mandy, who seemed to finally be catching onto the fact that Drew wasn’t overly fond of her or the way she was invading his personal space. “I mean… let’s face it. There’s no way in hell I can stack up to… That.”

Heath fixed his gaze on Mandy who was storming off, annoyed and he shook his head, looking from one woman to the other. “Girl.. I oughta smack you in th’ back of the head for that. I’m tellin ya… You’d be surprised what happened if you finally just took a chance.”

“Heath, don’t.”

“I mean.. Everybody in back already thinks ya’ll are a thing thanks to earlier at the arena, that little scene with Ziggler. Ziggler told everybody after it happened.” Heath shrugged and reached out as a server made their way past, grabbing himself a beer and twisting off the top, shotgunning half.

Rhiannon stood there, heavily considering Heath’s words and cringing over the fact that Ziggler had told everyone that she and Drew were a thing, just keeping it quiet. She groaned quietly, rubbing her forehead. “How many of ‘em laughed and thought I was delusional?”

“Nobody, actually.” Heath flashed a grin and stepped closer to let some people get past the two of them. His gaze met Drew’s gaze and he flashed a smirk, shrugging at his best friend. If Rhiannon could see the look he was getting right now, that firm warning glare that Drew had the habit of giving pretty much anyone where Rhiannon was concerned… But she didn’t.

Just like Drew never seemed to notice that Rhiannon was flirtatious with him almost constantly. And that when they were together, they acted like an actual couple.

… somebody’s gotta do somethin… Heath mused to himself as he nursed the beer in his hands. If these two didn’t get this whole thing sorted out soon, they were going to combust. He stepped away from Rhiannon slightly, giving a teasing defensive wave of his hands as if to indicate no, he was not trying to make a move.

Drew seemed to relax and Heath chuckled to himself. Right up to the point where he saw Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman making their way into the party.

Rhiannon tensed and swallowed hard almost the instant she set sights on Brock and caught him already staring at her…. And worse, making his way over. She rolled her eyes and grabbed for a cup sitting on a table nearby, filling it with the rum laced punch in the bowl in the middle.

Just as he reached where she stood with Heath, Rhiannon took a huge sip of the punch, making Heath laugh.

“What the fuck are you doing here, huh? I heard this was invite only.”

“It is, but let’s be real, do you see anybody linin up to throw me out? Didn’t think so. Take a hike, ginger. I’ve got something to finish discussing with the little lady here.”

“Already told you, buffoon. Not.Fucking.Interested.” Rhiannon raised her hand, putting it right into Lesnar’s face as she stepped as far away from him as possible. Or tried to… she wasn’t quick enough because his hand went to her hip and he was pulling her close.

Heath cleared his throat loudly, clenching his fists. He shot a look back to where Drew stood, grumbling when he saw that apparently, Mandy was back and trying her luck again and as usual, Drew was entirely too fucking polite to tell her to fuck off already. “Just fuckin great. Awesome.”

“Didn’t I tell you to get fucked, Red? Do you wanna get F5’ed tonight?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time, shrimp dick.” Heath grumbled, tensing all over, stepping up.

Rhiannon stepped between the two, glaring almost hatefully up at Brock. “Did those steroids we all know you pop like goddamn skittles rot your brain? I told you earlier. I have absolutely no use for you. I have a real man.”

“A real man, huh? Well looks like your real man is over there… Lettin Mandy Rose fawn all over him. C’mon.. you know you want me.” a beefy finger trailed beneath her chin and Rhiannon rolled her eyes, snapping her teeth at it as if she intended to bite it off. Brock’s eyes flashed a brighter shade of milky blue momentarily.

From behind her, Zelina cleared her throat.

“Did anybody invite you?”

“Did they have to? I do what I want.” Brock’s tongue trailed lazily over his lower lip and Zelina grumbled, rolling her eyes, casting a glance at Rhiannon. “Drew’s girlfriend, right?”

Rhiannon swallowed hard. Heath eyed Rhiannon, hints of a teasing smirk playing at his lips as he shrugged and turned his attention back to Brock, squaring up.

Rhiannon eyed Zelina and nodded. “Yeah. I’m just asking myself if this fuckin idiot got one too many Claymore kicks to the head earlier. Because I swear, I’ve already told him more than once the only way I’d ever be interested is never. I could have a gun to my head and I’d still choose the gun.”

“You heard her, shoo. Get movin. Scram!” Zelina sassed, stepping up to the giant of a man. “Besides, I don’t recall my friends inviting you. And they are the ones throwing this party, if I need to remind you. As a matter of fact, I believe that Maryse specifically said if you dared to show up, she wanted the cops called.”

“You really think you scare me?” Brock snorted in derision, staring down the two smaller females intently. Rhiannon nudged Zelina and leaned in, muttered loudly enough for Brock to hear, “I’m telling you… Steroids are a helluva drug.”

Brock clenched his fist and chuckled. “Sassy… I like that.”

“I’d like it if you fucked all the way off. But honestly, I don’t recall asking you what you like at any point.” Rhiannon gave a mild shrug.

“Your man’s gonna lose that title.. Then you’re gonna come running to me. We all know that belt’s the only thing you’re after. I know your type.”

“You know nothing. Nada.” Zelina spoke up, glaring up at the taller man. Rhiannon nodded in agreement, stepping closer. “He’s about to know how it feels to catch a stiletto to the balls though if he doesn’t fuck outta here.”

“Careful… His type considers that foreplay, girl.” Zelina spoke up, grimacing at the thought of anyone willingly getting in bed with Brock.

Rhiannon bit her lip, dragging her hand through thick and dark curls, tapping her foot impatiently. Heath cleared his throat menacingly. “Do you need help getting the fuck out? Huh? Because I can go find more than a few of the guys who are more than a little sick of you showin up and fuckin shit up… Or I can just do it my damn self. Either way’s fine, son.”

“I’m not your goddamn son, Slater.” Brock stepped up. Heath stepped up too and Rhiannon cleared her throat.

“Okay, whoa.”

Across the room, Jinder nudged Drew and leaned in, whispering into his ear, “Hey… You might want to get over there to Riri. You know how she gets when she’s scared and you know how Brock is.”

Drew growled as he looked over to find Heath and Brock in a tense staredown with Rhiannon stuck between the two and Zelina raising enough hell to get the attention she needed drawn to the area. Drew clenched his fists and calmly shoved past Mandy, leaving her to pout and grumble about not getting what his thing was for the dark haired girl.

“She’s not even that pretty.”

Jinder eyed Mandy and rolled his eyes. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Jinder shrugged as he grabbed for his own drink and took a sip. “You should leave him alone, by the way.”

“But he’s not even with that… woman.”

“Her name is Rhiannon and actually, they live together.”

“Well he sure as hell doesn’t talk about her all the time… I mean…” Mandy stammered, trying to justify the flirting she’d been doing. Jinder eyed her and laughed. “Ziggler is more your speed if you want the honest truth.” Jinder walked away, leaving Mandy to stand there, mouth agape.

Drew shoved through a crowd and stopped behind Brock.

“Aw, c’mon, princess. You know who the real man is. You know you want me.”

“I’d honestly rather fling myself into a dying star.” Rhiannon countered, bending to slip off her stiletto. She was beyond done with this, she just wanted Brock to leave already. He was causing a scene.

As most ‘nice guys’ do, of course.

“What’s so fucked in your brain that you can’t understand what I said earlier? The only man who’s getting any part of this,” Rhiannon gestured to herself with a smirk, “Is Drew McIntyre?”

Drew nearly choked when he heard her say it and he cleared his throat menacingly. Between what he’d just heard and what Jinder, Tamina and Nia were saying she’d openly admitted to earlier at the arena when they all talked… Tonight was that one shot. The one he’d been waiting on. If she really felt this way and he knew his own feelings were only growing more and more each day and getting harder to hide as a result.. Something had to give.

Heath was right. There was no perfect time. There was time, however. Picking his moment was only going to keep things tense. Stepping up… Taking what he wanted… that was clearly what he needed to at least try and do here.

Bearing that in mind, he didn’t hesitate when Brock turned to see who was standing behind him. Instead, he raised his fist and sent it smashing into Brock’s nose. Brock went to lunge and Drew stepped to the side, letting Brock wind up on the floor. “Did ah not tell ye earlier? She es mine.”

Brock was getting up, smirking and about to swing. Drew ducked and raised his leg, sending a kick to Brock’s midsection. Then he grabbed hold of his shirt and hurled him towards the door, standing over him and sneering down calmly. “Ah’m da only one whose goin ta take ‘er home. Get it through yer fookin thick ‘ead.”

The shoving match started again and Jinder and Heath as well as Paul and another or two of the guys present were quick to step in, get the two apart and Paul was dragging Brock out the door.

Drew fixed his gaze intently on Rhiannon and he flashed this amused smirk, shrugging at the way she pouted up at him. “Wot?”

“You and that temper, I swear.”

“Ef ah ‘adn’t come over, he never would’ve fucked off.” Drew was stepping closer; much closer. Rhiannon’s heart raced and she took a shaky breath, stepping closer to him before she could stop herself. She gave a nervous laugh, twisting dark curls around her fingertip as she looked up at him. “How much of that did you hear because I… I can explain?”

“Ah ‘eard enough. Was standing dere da whole time.” Drew licked his lip and couldn’t resist the gently teasing smirk that came when he saw her eyes lock on his lips intently, almost dazed.

Everything Heath and Jinder ever told him as ‘proof’ that she was flirting with him heavily and she was definitely as into him as he was her came rushing back and between that and the adrenaline from the night as a whole, Drew didn’t think, he acted instead, grabbing hold of her, pulling her up his body. Rhiannon’s legs squeezed his waist and her arms went around his neck as Drew started to make his way out of the room, wandering down a long hallway in search of somewhere, anywhere that might be just a little quieter.

“Drew?”

“Yeah, love?” Drew swore as he tried to pull on a door knob to a closed door and found it not budging, not even slightly. He stopped messing with the doorknob, gazing at her intently. “Wot’s up?”

“You’re not… saying anything… About what I said..” Rhiannon managed to get the words out, shaky voice and all.

“Dat’s because ah’m not a talker, remember? But as soon as ah can find a bloody unlocked room, ah fully intend t’ show y’ exactly how ah feel about it, love.” his lips brushed right against her mouth as he spoke and she whimpered, trailing her tongue over his bottom lip, earning her a growl from him as he pinned her between the door and his body, her back making a soft thud against the wooden door as it made contact. She dug her nails into his shoulders lightly and licked her lips, staring at his intently. Drew couldn’t help but chuckle and he muttered quietly, “If y’ want t’ do something, do it.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Rhiannon muttered, not bothering to censor herself. It was starting to click and the shock was starting to wear off, leaving this almost euphoric high in it’s place. He felt the same. He had to. Her heart felt like it was about to beat right out of her chest. The rush was almost dizzying.

“Oh, ah’m temptin y’.” Drew’s lips brushed against her mouth again and her nails dug in just a little more as she crashed her mouth against his lips. He nipped at her lower lip with his teeth, his hands digging into her ass as he shifted her in his arms slightly. His tongue trailed over the outline of her mouth, then slipping between scarlet colored lips, lazily trailing over her teeth and slipping between to tangle with her tongue. She wound up tugging his hair out of the ponytail he’d thrown it into before leaving the arena, her fingers tangling in it, tugging and using her grip to pull his mouth into the kiss even deeper. He groaned into the kiss, the noise quickly swallowed and overpowered by the soft smacks of their mouths meeting over and over.. Deeper and more desperate; almost frenzied.

“Challenge accepted.” Rhiannon breathed against his mouth; breaking the kiss to ghost her lips right down the side of his neck. She knew him well enough to know that his neck was a hot zone… Anything, even the slightest accidental touch was… Basically asking for it. She felt him tense and felt his fingers digging into her body as he shifted her in his arms. She pressed herself into him completely, rubbing herself against him just a little. 

Drew shivered at the contact, sucking in a sharp breath, muttering a husky warning against her lips. “Yer askin for me t’ take y’ right here, against the door.” 

“I’m not exactly going to complain.” Rhiannon was at it again, rubbing against him impatiently, whimpering when his mouth latched onto her throat, leaving a bold mark right out in plain sight as he bucked himself into her and his hands moved slowly over her body. “Tell me somethin, love?” Drew muttered as he gazed up at her, a wicked gleam in his eye. “How wet are  y’ right now, hm?”

All Rhiannon could do was whimper, because they came to another stop, Drew sitting her on top of a console table between two rooms, his hands quickly disappearing beneath the hem of her dress. As his palm came to a halt over her throbbing sex, he hissed when he realized that she was well beyond soaked already, growling against her mouth as he gripped her jawline, tugging her face closer, crashing his mouth against her own. His palm settled over her core, squeezing and she slid forward on the tabletop, wrapping her legs around his waist tighter, desperate for friction, trying to settle for rocking herself against the slow and steady torture of his hand. “That… fuck that feels so good. Mmm.. Harder, Drew.” she moaned out as he began to squeeze and rub her cunt harder and faster, growling quietly into her mouth as she rocked herself against him more urgently.

“Harder?” he questioned, meeting her gaze, a chuckle forming as he flashed a mischievous gaze at her. “Gettin close are y’?”

“Just want you now.” Rhiannon begged shamelessly, not caring how it sounded. Drew scooped her off the table and stepped to the door closest to them, trying the knob. The second the door swung open, he gave a quiet and triumphant laugh, stepping inside, closing the door behind him before turning his attention back to Rhiannon.

“Ah asked y’ a question.” he was using that firm but teasing tone on her. And damned if it didn’t stir her up, just like it did every single time she’d hear him using it in his promos on tv.. Or on her whenever they were just playing around with each other at their apartment. Rhiannon gulped and nodded, pouting up at him and giving him the most pleading look she could dredge up. The one that always got him to cave and give up the remote.

Drew groaned quietly, stepping over to the bed, gently tossing her down and following suit, settling himself over her, burying his mouth in the side of her neck. He wanted her marked all over and too sore to even think about walking out of the room on her own. As long as he’d waited to finally be able to do this… He was going to make absolutely sure that everyone knew she was his.

He parted her legs with his body, centering himself over her. Rhiannon’s hands went for the hem of his tee shirt, tugging it up and throwing it to the floor nearby. Drew eyed her dress hungrily, his hands venturing down, pushing it up around her hips and then tugging it up, throwing it to the floor to settle softly next to his discarded shirt. He leaned down, a hand going beneath her to catch in the clasp of her bra and as soon as he had that free, he was tossing it to the floor too. His eyes roamed downward, settling on her panties before locking eyes with her again as he licked his lips and chuckled quietly, lowering himself. 

Rhiannon’s hips rocked upward almost the second she felt his teeth sliding over her skin, catching here and there before giving the waistband of her panties a tug. As he continued to work them down her legs with his mouth, she shivered and whimpered softly, the feel of his facial hair and his tongue against her skin sending goosebumps all over her body. Her legs fell open wide and once her panties reached her ankles, she kicked them free quickly, raising to sit, her hands going for the waistband of his jeans. Drew lowered her hands, nodding to the mattress, that firm look in his eyes. “Oh no y’ don’t. Ah’m th’ one whose goin’ t’ take care ‘f you.” he licked his lips, holding her gaze. His hand lowered to the button on his jeans almost painfully slow and Rhiannon whimpered, swallowing hard, her eyes darting down, watching the movement of his hand almost intently. “It goes both ways.” she muttered quietly, raising her hand, fingers going for the zip. 

Drew chuckled and allowed it, shivering as she took the chance to palm at the way he strained hard against his jeans before finally unzipping them. The second she’d gotten them unzipped, Drew was standing, earning him a pout from her. He discarded his shoes and then tugged down his pants. Drew sank down to his knees in front of her, pulling her closer to him on the bed, flashing her a hungry look before parting her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he started to work his mouth up the inside of her thighs. Rhiannon shivered and moaned quietly, propping on her elbows, biting her lip as she gazed down at him. Between the burn she felt from his beard against the inside of her thighs and the fact that he stopped to nip and suck at her skin, she felt her heels digging into his shoulders and her fingers already starting to grip at the bedcovers. “Fuck.” 

Her whimpers and quiet groans had him smirking against her skin, daring to sink his teeth in a little more, leave more marks. She rocked her hips upward, trying to get closer. Her fingers were tangling in his hair, tugging, trying to guide his mouth upward. He dug his fingers into her hips to keep her still and she gave a pleading whimper.

Drew all but stopped, gazing up at her, taking in the sight of her with her face all flushed and her eyes fluttering open and shut. He could feel her tensing and he muttered lazily against her skin, “Relax.” - almost in a firm command. “Get as loud as y’ want.” he encouraged as his mouth started to roam higher. He moved his hand away from her hip, trailing it almost teasingly over her dripping core, meeting her gaze again. “Put yer legs over my shoulders.” he instructed as he pulled her closer, his tongue ghosting right up her center as he buried his fingers deep inside and dug his other hand into her hip to hold her as still as he could. “Dat’s a girl. And so fookin wet already. Good.” he muttered as his tongue circled her clit slowly, making her whimper a little louder, the sound echoing off the wall only to be muted by the music that seemed to filter through the walls from the party going on down the hall.

Rhiannon tried to rock her hips against his mouth and fingers but his grip was too tight. She whimpered a little louder, begging because he seemed to be enjoying this slow torture he was dishing out. “Drew, please… Now?” she breathed out, her fingers digging into the bedding a little more, gripping at his hair a little tighter. 

Drew groaned as the taste of her hit his tongue and he stopped to gaze up at her again, biting his lip and giving her a smirk. Hearing her beg for it was… Hotter than anything he’d ever allowed himself to imagine. And it only seemed to bring out his teasing side, because he dipped his head again, trailing a straight line up her folds and then dragging his tongue outward in a curve to form the letter D. 

Rhiannon’s whimpers turned to moans and she bit her lip, sucking in several sharp breaths. Drew’s fingertips dug into her hip tighter and he chuckled because he felt her starting to shake. Daring to tease just a little more, he dragged his tongue between her folds and worked his fingers even deeper inside, scissoring and massaging, his tongue plunging in, another growl at the thickening taste of her on his tongue. 

“Fook.” he swore against her heat, his tongue slipping out as his fingers continued to work her open and stretch her. She tried again to buck her hips and get more friction, just a little more, but tears of frustration built when she realized that thanks to his grip on her hip, she really didn’t have much movement and that was exactly the way he wanted it. As his tongue trailed another straight line and then the two curves required to form the R in his name, Rhiannon’s heels dug into his back and she whimpered loud enough that the sound seemed to echo through the room. Drew smirked against her core and muttered calmly, “Louder, Riri. C’mon.. Ah want da whole party t’ know whose da one makin y’ feel so fookin good right now, princess.” 

“Drew, fuck.. C’mon, please..” Rhiannon breathed out, gasping as she nearly choked up when his tongue plunged back deep into her cunt, swirling and competing with his finger’s scissoring and fucking into her deep and fast. “Please what?” he asked, gazing up at her as he came to a stop. He’d felt her tense up again and determined to keep her right on the edge until she was a whimpering and dripping mess beneath him had him stopping, just to let her back away from the edge. Her heels were digging lightly into his back and her hands had a white knuckle grip on his hair and the bedding beneath her body. The flush of her cheeks, that tongue dragging slowly over kiss swollen lips had him biting his lip and giving another quiet groan as he turned his attention back to what he’d been doing, muttering against her soft skin simply, “Patient, princess. Be patient. Y’ won’t be able t’ walk when ah’m done with y’, princess. Dat’s a promise.”

“But it feels so… Fuck..” Rhiannon trailed off as she felt him starting to drag his tongue over her folds all over again, tracing an E into them this time, sending a shiver through her entire body in the process. Her whimpers and moans were starting to get a little louder, and Drew gave a louder groan of his own as he felt her body tensing up, felt her really starting to drip and puddle, his tongue lowering to her thigh to chase up her juices as he glanced up at her. He could look at her and tell she was teetering right on the edge, literally all it would take was him saying it was okay, telling her she could get off.

But not yet.

His head dipped again, his nose bumping against her pelvic mound as his tongue worked it’s way back up, ghosting over her folds, circling her clit and maybe for just the briefest of seconds, allowing his teeth to gently graze against the circular bundle of nerves which only made her moan louder, try again to rock her hips urgently. And then, he started to trail the shape of a W into her cunt, burying his tongue inside deep, his tongue and his fingers massaging and scissoring as she got wetter and wetter. “Wot’s wrong, princess?” he asked the question lazily, his voice sending a jolt of pleasure through her body as her fingers tugged at his hair, trying to push his head down lower, guide his mouth back down where she needed it most as her back arched and her free hand dug into the bedding beneath her even harder, fingers going numb at the grip she had on the bedding.

“Drew, p-please. Now.” Rhiannon’s head tilted back slightly, her tongue moving slowly over her lips as she took a few deep breaths and fought back the sting of frustrated tears.

Like before, he repeated himself firmly, shaking his head as he paused to look up at her from his position between her thighs. “Not yet. But if y’ keep gettin louder for me…” his tongue trailed over his lips and she shivered, pouting, trying to squirm where he had her pinned against the mattress, to rub against him somehow, get any little bit of friction she could manage.

But Drew wasn’t having it.

Apparently, he was going to keep slowly pushing her close to the edge, only to stop and guide her away.

When she felt his tongue join his fingers buried deep inside her cunt, she arched her back and her hand went back to his hair, tugging, almost pushing his mouth down closer. She was grateful she had even that little bit of motion left between the way he held her hip in place and the fact that she was so fucking close that it literally had her shaking and blurred dots lining her vision already.

Her cries echoed off the walls of the dimly lit room; louder with each one that left her lips. Drew groaned out loud as his tongue swirled faster and his fingers dug into her hips harder, almost a bruising grip. He felt her tensing up all over again and he muttered against her dripping core, “Know what ah want t’ do after this, hmm?”

“W-what’s that?” Rhiannon gasped out, trying to catch her breath, trying to keep the orgasm threatening to rip through her at bay just a little bit longer. Almost failing at it too. She locked eyes with him, giving him her most pleading look; prepared to beg if she had to. It almost felt like she was definitely going to have to resort to that.

Drew nodded to the window and licked the taste of her off his lips, coming back up her body to pull her into a deep and slow kiss while continuing to fuck his fingers deep into her cunt, his thumb lightly circling and pressing or toying with her clit as he did so. “Ah want t’ take y’ right against dat window. Y’ want me t’ do et, princess?”

Rhiannon’s head fell back and she rocked herself upward against his fingers buried inside as she moaned out loud “Fuck, please Drew…” as the kiss broke and his fingers scissoring, thrusting movements sped up just a little. Just enough so that for a few seconds, she was getting enough friction to catch her breath and back away from that edge just a little.

And then he was lowering himself again, back between her legs, throwing one over each shoulder as he raised her hip, gripping them both with his hands. This time, his tongue buried deep in her cunt, swirling and licking greedily as he growled and the warmth of his breath and his heavy facial scruff tickled at her skin and pushed her even closer. Thrusting her hips against his mouth, Rhiannon took full advantage at the sudden freedom to move she had, rocking her hips for him and sending his tongue deeper inside.

“Fook.” he groaned out against her skin. “Faster, princess. C’mon, keep et up. Want y’ screamin m’ name.” 

“Ugh, fuck.. Drew.. I’m.. I’m..” Rhiannon was dangerously close to giving in to the intense orgasm built, a breath away. Drew nipped her pelvic mound, gazing up at her, that smirk on his face. “Let go, princess.”

And she did, shaking and gripping the bedding beneath her. Drew licking her clean greedily and then raising up, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth as he lowered himself, crashing his mouth against her mouth. As the kiss broke, Rhiannon’s eyes settled on the window and then her gaze shifted down to Drew’s cock. He couldn’t stop the curious smirk he gave, not that he wanted to. “Wot do y’ wan’ t’ do? Use yer words.” 

“I’d rather show you.” Rhiannon muttered in a lust-filled daze, biting her lip as she nodded towards the window again. Drew chuckled and started to walk away, standing there, beckoning her to him. Rhiannon slipped off the bed, tip toeing across the room, pulling his mouth down against her own again. Drew’s hands were all over her, gripping and squeezing and leaving his fair share of handprints behind. She was just about to sink to her knees in front of him but he bit his lip, stepping away, then stopping in front of her, staring down at her all over again as he pressed himself into her heavily. “Turn around.”

“Drew..”

“Turn around, love. Press against th’ window.” Drew muttered the words against her neck lazily. Under his firm gaze, she did as asked, turning away. Almost the second she felt his cock slip between her thighs, grazing right against tender and throbbing folds, she whimpered and a shiver ran through her body, making him chuckle against her neck just before sinking his teeth in and letting his lips latch on. “Feel good?”

“Mhm.. so good. It’s gonna feel so much better when you’re finally fucking me.. Please...C’mon.” Rhiannon begged, daring to wiggle her ass against him, making his cock graze against her all over again and Drew growled as his arm wrapped around her, his hand dipping down and disappearing between her thighs. She whimpered louder and he groaned as he felt her shake just a little. “Tender, hm?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

“Just wait til ah’m done wit’ y.. Yer not goin’ t’ be able t’ move.” Drew’s voice against her skin was husky, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin along with the coarse beard. Rhiannon gripped the edges of the window, bracing herself as Drew’s fingers continued to lazily circle her clit, applying light pressure, toying with the bundle of throbbing nerves until she was moaning his name, breathless and begging even louder.

His other hand roamed upward, squeezing her breasts, briefly lingering at the base of her throat as he grazed his cock against her all over again, teasing the tip between her folds. When she bit her lip and bucked her ass against him urgently, a series of frantic begging whimpers falling from her lips and echoing off the walls. He chuckled as it clicked and he realized that maybe she had a thing about the way his hand rested against her throat.

“Fuck. Please.. C’mon, Drew, I need you… inside me..” Rhiannon begged, a pleading moan coming next as she felt his fingers squeezing into her throat just a little bit. He growled against her ear, a dark chuckle following as he sank into her slowly, almost carefully and went still, gasping against the shell of her ear, “So fookin tight.” and nipped at it. When he felt her starting to relax, he started to slam into her hard and slow, as deep as he could get. Rhiannon met his thrusts into her with her own rocking motions, the pace between them syncing easily, even though she was dying for him to go faster, harder.. His hand squeezed at her throat a little harder and he gave another low chuckle. “Y’ like my ‘and around yer throat, do y’?”

“Mhm.. Oh.. -oh fuck… right there, baby.. C’mon, fuck me harder.” Rhiannon begged aloud before she ever realized she’d done it and Drew groaned, slamming into her harder and slower, making sure she felt every single inch of his thick length as it sank deep into her womb. The way she squeezed around him had him taking it slower, stilling to nip at her neck and leave little bite marks all over her neck, muttering against her skin how good it felt to fuck her, asking her at one point, “Do y’ like et? Knowin dat anybody who walks by th’ window can see me fucking y’? Answer me, princess.” 

“Y-yes. Fuck. Right there, c’mon. Harder, baby.” Rhiannon begged, her back arching against him, his hand gripping her hip tight as he started to really slam into her from behind, pressing into her, pressing her right up against the window.

“Harder, hm?” Drew questioned, giving her throat another little squeeze. Rhiannon whimpered as the dizzying intensity of another orgasm began to sneak it’s way through her, a slow and lazy build because Drew was purposely keeping them at a slow and steady pace. Her body pressed against the cool glass of the window and she could see him behind her in the reflection of the window, her fingers gripping the edges tighter as she did her best to stay upright. The harder and deeper he slammed into her, the better it felt. The more intense it got. His hand moved down from her throat, resting against her other hip as he pulled her hips back against him, slamming into her just a little faster. 

Drew could feel her walls clenching around his cock and he drove into her a little slower, muttering lazily against her neck, “Feels so fookin good. Y’ take me so well, princess.” as he stilled just to keep himself on the edge of his own rapidly building orgasm. When he bottomed out and she tensed, a long and drawn out moan leaving her lips as her head fell back, the back of it resting against his chest, he growled quietly. “Ah know y’ can get louder. Let me hear et, love.” 

And as he started to speed up again, slamming into her harder and deeper, his hands gripping her hips tighter, tight enough to leave handprints behind, Rhiannon caught sight of someone lurking around nearby. “Someone’s watching.” 

Drew stilled, leaning forward to glance out the window from behind her and he caught sight of her pout. “Wot’s th’ pout for?”

“You stopped. Fuck, c’mon. Need…” Rhiannon whimpered out, rocking her hips back against him, driving him deep into her womb, a satisfied and almost wanton moan leaving her mouth as she licked her lips and continued to sink herself onto his cock, over and over. Drew had to grip her hip and his other hand wandered up, resting over her hand where it gripped the edge of the window and he pressed himself into her heavily. “Y’ need what, love?”

“You.. don’t stop.. Oh fuck I’m… I’m so close.” Rhiannon managed to breathe out, earning her a chuckle as Drew muttered, “Ef we’re goin’ t’ ‘ave an audience, maybe we should give ‘em a show?” mostly in teasing, but when Rhiannon started to really buck her hips back against him and cause him to bottom out, he growled quietly, his teeth nipping at her neck as he muttered against her ear all over again, “Y’ like that, do y?”

“I like anything that involves you not stopping. Fuck… Drew, baby..” Rhiannon begged as he started to pound away at her harder and just a little faster. She gave herself over to the pleasure, the way it felt to have his body pressed firmly against her own, his hands and mouth all over her, the way it felt to be filled and stretched by his cock. “Faster, c’mon.. Please?”

“So fuckin wet. Yer drippin.” Drew growled out against her neck, nipping at it as he sped up, his hips smacking against her body joining the sounds of their labored breathing and the loud moans and begging Rhiannon was doing. “And y’ take me so well.” 

Whoever had been watching was forgotten, the two of them caught up in each other, and yet, the person remained.

Rhiannon whimpered aloud, moaning his name over and over as Drew bottomed out over and over again, his cock going deeper, buried balls deep inside her. When he felt her tighten around her, he tried to slow down, but Rhiannon kept slamming her hips back against him, begging for it. “I’m so close, c’mon.. Please Drew?”

“So ah’m ah.” Drew growled against her ear as he slammed into her harder and deeper, his hips erratic smack against her backside echoing around them and competing with their combined cries and heavy breathing. “Don’t wanna stop.” he grunted as she clenched him deep inside, her release coating him, flooding and dripping and spurring him right over the edge also. He leaned against her heavily, hands gripping her hips to hold her upright, taking deep breaths as he throbbed and emptied inside her, his lips moving over her neck in a slow frenzy as he let them both come down from the high of their orgasm.

Rhiannon turned around to face him, pressing against him and Drew picked her up, carrying her back to the bed where they collapsed, spent, a tangle of arms and legs. “If y’ think dat’s somethin, love… wait til round two when ah get y’ back to our place. There are rooms dat need t’ be broken in…” Drew’s finger trailed over her lips, then down, tracing the line between her breasts. Rhiannon leaned in, teeth tugging at his lower lip as she muttered lazily against his mouth, “Challenge accepted.”

“Let’s get outta ‘ere.” Drew asked, gathering their clothes, holding hers out to her, chuckling as he helped her start to re-dress...

[snarkwrites]

sprung spring | found you | jacob black [m]

PROMPTS USED:

“You’re kinda small. It’s cute.” + Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Down And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes + Suck + Being dared to kiss + against a wall/door -

NOTES:

Hey, look... Years ago, I actually STARTED writing in the Twilight fandom. I feel like things have come full circle now, kinda? Idk.. Anyway, just wanted everyone to know that this takes place AFTER the series. Jacob is grown up here. So is the OC omega/imprint. If people bother me enough I miiight be tempted to sit down and come up with an actual story for these two, idek... Enjoy the filth. I blame the recent announcement of the Midnight Sun movie / book... Anyway, yeah.

Oh yeah and just so you know... I kinda took imprinting and alpha x omega bonds and mashed them together. So the oc here is not only Jacob’s imprint but she is also his omega. 

PAIRING:

Jacob Black [ alpha ] x ofc, Lily [ omega ] 

WARNINGS:

Uhh... the usual stuff that goes with a/o.. Meeting a guy at a bar and hooking up. Protected sex, for once -yeah, that’s right, you heard it here guys and dolls, Ash FINALLY remembered that condoms exist.. Biting.

Writer does NOT agree or disagree with hooking up casually. Writer says to make up your own mind about these things. Alcohol warning, btw.

TAGGING:

@micolegg​ - just because | @kyleoreillysknee​ - they’re the only person on my Twilight tag list. If you want to be on any of my taglists, once again, go [here] otherwise, you will not be getting tagged.

( nobody @ me. I had to use this gif. I had to. )

“Okay, if you’re really over the jerk, I dare you to kiss the next guy who walks through the door.” 

Lily scoffed at her best friend’s dare and rolled her eyes, picking at her nails. “No, I believe I’ll pass. Knowing my craptastic luck, it’ll be one of those creepy Cullens or Nelson’s ass.” 

Cassandra’s gaze was fixed intently on the doors that lead into the crowded sports bar and she let out a low whistle. “I mean, if you wanna pass on that, by all means.” she gestured to where Jacob Black stood, tugging off a weathered brown leather jacket to toss at an empty booth. She nudged Lily again so that she’d look up and see the man for herself.

Lily swore sharply and finally tore her gaze off of her phone. “What the hell--” her sentence died on her lips and she swallowed down a baseball sized lump in her throat, blinking. Raising a hand to rub her eyes when blinking didn’t just make him disappear.

“Jacob?” her voice came almost whisper quiet, eyes fixed on him intently. She shook her head, it had to be some kind of hallucination. Jacob had been in Canada since a few weeks before Bella’s wedding. And every letter he sent home to Billy suggested that Canada is where he intended to stay. Or that’s the last thing her father told her when she bothered to ask last month.

So why come back now, she found herself wondering. She didn’t even realize that she’d started to move towards him until she bumped into Jessica’s back, muttering a distracted and quick apology, shoving past her until she caught up to Jacob Black.

Jacob was distracted; entranced by the warm and heavy sweetness of the vanilla scent he’d followed into the bar. Brown eyes darted around and his fists clenched at his sides as he tried to keep himself pulled together. For a split second, he thought he caught sight of Lily, an old neighbor, but when he tried to focus, see if it was really her, she was gone. 

“I’m here, might as well grab a drink.” Jacob mused to himself as he glanced around again, turning and preparing to walk back to the booth he’d left his jacket in. The scent of vanilla permeated the air around him heavily and he felt his skin tightening, his blood almost boiling. His vision started to tunnel and when he turned around fully, he found himself body to body with Lily.

“Jacob, hi.” Lily bit her lip and stared up at him, reaching up to toy with the end of soft long jet black locks. He let his hair grow back, Lily thought to herself distractedly, thank God. She quickly snatched back her hand when she realized what she’d done.

Her feet felt rooted to the floor. Why wasn’t she moving?

She wasn’t the same stammering little mess she’d been back then, damn it. Suddenly, Cassandra’s dare came rushing back and Lily took a deep breath, her eyes locking intently on kissable lips. 

“Fuck it. Yolo.” Lily muttered quietly, molding herself against Jacob, raising to tippy toe, tugging his mouth closer to her own as he bent down to make up for the difference in height. Rough hands dug into her lower back, lifting her off the floor slightly as his mouth crashed against her mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it so that the kiss deepened and his hand moved up her back, fingers catching in a long jet black braid, raking through it until it tumbled loose down her back. His tongue trailed over the outline of her lips and when she rubbed against him just a little, he groaned, the taste of rum filling his mouth as he deepened the kiss to a point where he knew she had to be getting dizzy and he could feel their breathing sync up, almost as if they were breathing for each other.

The kiss broke, the pair springing apart as Lily took a few deep breaths and raised her hand, smoothing it over her hair, pushing shaggy bangs out of her eyes. Jacob’s mouth opened and closed and his hand raised, dragging through his hair. All he could do was stare at her as everything he’d seen and the scent of her bombarded his brain and dominated every single part of his thoughts. He chuckled, rubbing his chin. “Hi, Lily. So, uh… is this how you greet everyone?”

“No, no.” the word tumbled out, making him laugh, making him flash her that bright and cocky grin of his. When she blurted out what transpired before he walked in, she wanted to kick herself, adding quickly to the end of her explanation, “But I wasn’t gonna do it til Cassandra got me to look up and I saw you walk in. Shit. Fuck. You know what? I’m gonna take this as my cue and go.”

Lily turned abruptly, already halfway back across the bar by the time Jacob processed what she’d basically just admitted. He was on his feet again, shoving through the crowd, deep brown eyes darting around all over as his nose honed in on the scent of her. He found her easily, sitting in the back in a booth with a group of two or three other girls he remembered from La Push High.

He cleared his throat and the girls all surrounding his imprint shared a look and stood abruptly after doing so, making a hasty retreat.

Lily lightly beat her head against the tabletop. “I swear to God, I just want to disappear right now, Cass. He has to think I’m still a huge dork.”

“Actually, no.” Jacob spoke up as he slid into the booth bench beside her, an arm going around the back of it. 

Lily raised her head reluctantly, her cheeks almost an angry red as she stared at him a few seconds. That intense heat was lingering in the air all over again and the spicy scent of him pierced her nostrils as she felt her skin tightening all over again.

The urge to straddle his lap took over before she could stop it and she didn’t even realize that every single dirty little thing on her mind was being broadcast directly to his until he leaned in close and chuckled against the shell of her ear, “Are you okay? You look like you’re burning up right now.”

“I,uhh.”

It clicked into place what was happening and she crossed her legs, clenching them tight beneath the table.  Oh naturally, he’s my Alpha and I make an entire ass of myself… 

Jacob’s gaze shifted to her hands and the way they were almost white knuckle, her palms flat against the wooden tabletop. It happened again, just like earlier when she’d kissed him. Every single noisy thought flooded his brain and the animal side kicked into overdrive.

Yeah, he knew how imprinting worked but this felt… Different. A thousand times more intense. It was imprinting and something different… Something so much more than that. This primal urge to get her alone and lay claim.

When it hit him, his jaw dropped and for a few seconds, he sat there in a daze, staring straight ahead. 

Lily toyed with the wrapping to the straw in her mixed drink after noisily slurping down the last of it and taking a few labored breaths. The way he looked at her just now was… Deeper than any look he’d given her before.

To be fair, she found herself thinking with mild annoyance, before it was all about Bella. 

“Do you dance, Lily?” Jacob leaned in and muttered the question against the shell of her ear as someone put the Halsey version of I Walk The Line on to play in the music box at the front of the bar. He needed her closer. He needed to know she was okay. He needed to feel her body molded against his again because only then could he feel centered.

“Nobody dances in here, Jake.”

“There’s a first time for everything, Lil. C’mon. Unless you’re too tipsy?” he teased her gently, his eyes fixing on the pyramid of shot glasses in front of where she sat and the two empty glasses that contained mixed drinks.

This got his inebriated imprint slash omega on her feet. Between the alcohol in her system and the effects of what he suspected to be her heat setting in, she swayed a good bit. Jacob stood too and pulled her completely against him, his hands drifting down and gripping her ass to hold her in place. Lily looked up, staring deep into dark brown eyes. “I’m not too tipsy for anything, Jacob. I’ll… I’ll have you know, I-I’m perfectly sober right now.” she nuzzled her face against his shirt as soon as she dropped her gaze again and Jacob barely contained the low growl that arose from deep in his chest. His hands splayed across both sides of her ass, fingertips digging in just a little as his nose buried in the crown of her hair and he breathed in the scent of his mate as deep as he possibly could. After a few seconds, he gave a quiet laugh at her words.

“Right.” Jacob continued to snicker quietly to himself, a fond smile tugging his mouth upward as he fixed his gaze on her intently.

Lily’s head raised and she poked out her tongue at him, prompting him to snicker about it. 

“What’s so funny, Jake?” 

… God, is she ever not going to get me hard or distract the living hell out of me?. This is going to take a lot of getting used to, but it’s fine. It’s perfect, actually.. the thought came and went and rather than be dumb and let it slip out, he instead went with, “You’re kinda small. It’s cute,actually.”

“Oh hahahaha. Says the guy who reached man size in what? Seventh grade?” Lily teased gently, trying hard not to think about just how good it felt to be pressed against him like this, but just how many layers of clothing were still between them and how badly she wanted those gone.

“Ninth, actually. And I was not man sized.” Jacob chuckled, a soft gaze down at her. There it was at last, that truly lightweight and give no fucks feeling that came with the imprint bond.

“Y-you are.” Lily muttered, stumbling over the words lightly. With each little step they took, she found herself rubbed right against him and the slick coursed down her inner thighs, coating them. “Y-you were more of a man t-than any of t-those other s-shitheads at our school.”

… I seriously just said that… Ugh, can someone just strike me mute? Before I totally fuck up?... the thought came floating into her mind and Lily muttered a quick apology, giving him a little dirty look when he managed to mis step and stepped on her toes. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Jacob apologized, laughing. He dipped her down and as she came back up, their faces bumped against each other. Just the feel of her lips against his own had him struggling to keep the animal within at bay.

 Lily’s tongue danced over the outline of his lips and his grip on her body tightened as he hauled her up fully, pressing into her so much that she had to lean back, her back meeting the edge of the booth with a soft smack. “It’s...it’s okay.” Lily managed to gasp out between sloppy and rough kisses that seemed to dominate her mouth and set her pulse racing. A throat clearing nearby had the two springing apart momentarily and it served to put the brakes on for the two momentarily. 

“You wanna get outta here, Lily?” Jacob pressed into her heavily, his hands on her hips, his mouth next to her ear. 

… isn’t this a little fast?...

… better too fast than never, besides… haven’t I waited long enough?... his mind was at war with itself and the stronger side, the animal side, that was winning.

Lily found herself staring deep into dark brown eyes and getting lost, just like she used to when they were kids. After a few seconds, it occurred to her that he’d said something and she managed to respond, “Oh god, yeah. Take me home, Jake.”  as she slipped her tongue past his lips all over again, her hands drifting down, tugging almost impatiently at the waistband of his jeans.

Jacob bent at the waist, scooping her up, making quick strides towards the doors of the little sports bar. Once they were outside in the chilled night air, he sat her down on the back of his motorcycle, getting on in front. 

“Hold on tight.”

Lily’s arms slipped around his waist and she pressed herself into him as the motorcycle’s powerful engine roared to life, the motorcycle taking off at a decent speed towards the reservation.

“Your place or mine?” Lily muttered quietly next to his ear as she grazed her lips against. Jacob’s breath caught for a second and he chuckled quietly, shrugging. Lily continued, “Because I’m the only one staying at my place… No interruptions.” her lips dancing right over the rapid pulse in his neck. Jacob bucked a little, feeling himself getting harder and harder. 

The reservation was coming into view and he drove down the dirt road they both lived on, parking his motorcycle beneath the carport next to the little red cabin she lived in. 

Getting off the motorcycle, he scooped her up in his arms again, quick strides up the porch steps, Lily digging around for her house key after climbing out of his arms, reaching out to unlock the door as Jacob lightly kicked it open with his foot, stepping inside the darkened house as he shut the door behind them and locked it. 

Her back pressed against the wooden door with a soft smack and Jacob’s hands were all over her. Her mouth latched onto his neck and chest, anywhere she could reach and when she rose to tiptoe all over again, Jacob chuckled and slid her up his body to sit her down on top of her dining table, his mouth latching onto her mouth and then dancing down her neck. 

As soon as he found the spot where her scent glands were, he could feel the pierce of his fangs at his gums. Lily was rubbing herself against him, her legs wrapped around him, her hands moving down between them and then her fingertips catching in the hem of his tee shirt, starting to pull it upward. The warmth of his breath against her neck felt so fucking good. She gasped and let her head fall to the opposite side, giving his mouth better access.

Jacob pulled away a second or two, eyeing her as she continued to rub against him, shaky fingers catching on the button to his jeans and pulling it free, then lingering down, lowering his zipper slowly. In a daze, he kicked his jeans and underwear free when they pooled at his ankles, a low and primal growl filling the air as his eyes settled on his mate all over again, his tongue trailing slowly over his lips as he gazed down at her. 

“Aren’t you going to do it?” Lily’s voice was a breathy drawl as her fingertips trailed up and down his bare chest and she fixed her eyes on him almost expectantly. She rubbed herself against him with more urgency, her whimpers and moans echoing off the walls of the dining room. Jacob licked his lips and smirking, he lowered his mouth back down to her neck, his teeth scraping against scent glands again.

“You’re sure, right?” his voice came out deeper, sending a jolt racing through her and another wave of slick coating the insides of her thighs. Lily gazed up at him, biting her lip. “I asked for it, didn’t I, Jake?”

“Yeah, but..” he trailed off, unable to finish his words because she took his face in her hands, scooting herself closer to the edge of the table, rubbing against him all over again, more urgently. Jacob’s hand went down to the jagged hem of her crop top, tugging it up and over her head, letting it settle on the table top behind her. He gave a low growl as his eyes roamed over her, his mouth almost watering at the way her scent intensified. Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, he leaned in again, reaching around, the quiet tear of satin as her bra was torn away breaking the semi-silence between the two as he tugged it free from her body next. And then, he was leaning in, ghosting his mouth down the side of her neck, his tongue trailing over soft skin boldly, his lips latching onto the patch of skin her scent glands lingered beneath. 

This time when he felt his fangs starting to prick through and push to the surface, he didn’t bother fighting it. Instead, he sank his teeth into the sac just below the surface of the patch of skin. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she rocked herself against him, legs clenching his hips tight as she gasped. “Oh, oh wow..” the rush of the bond took over, leaving her to lean into him heavily, clinging to his body. Jacob leaned right back against her heavily, chuckling as he muttered the same against her skin.

The wooden tabletop was cool against her back as she wound up flat against it, Jacob pinning both her hands at either side of her head, his mouth crashing against hers again, muttering against her lips, “Just a second… stay right there.” and raising up, letting go of her hands, bending to pick his jeans off the floor, rifling through the pockets. He tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, sliding the condom down over his cock before turning back around to face her, stepping back between her legs as he leaned down, his hips pressing into her lower body, his mouth roaming over her neck, littering soft skin with bites and suck marks as he groaned and rutted himself into her, the tip of his cock teasing between her folds and making her whimper out loud, rubbing herself right back against him. As his cock sank deep into her heat, she got louder, Jacob chuckling against her mouth as he pressed into her, going still to let her get used to his size as the knot began to form.

“I think I’m okay.” Lily managed to gasp, rocking her hips against him urgently. Jacob sank his cock in a little deeper, a quiet growl escaping into the kiss as he pulled his mouth away, staring down at her. “You’re sure?”

Lily gritted her teeth as she felt him burying his cock in even deeper. She felt like she was being split in two, stretched and overfilled. Her nails dug into his shoulder and she gasped as she started to really get used to the way he felt buried inside her, trying to rock her hips against him all over again. “Yeah, yeah. Fuck.” she moaned out, “so big.” 

“I’m not hurting you, right?”

“No, fuck no. Feels so..” Lily met the deep and steady drives he made into her tight and dripping cunt with her own thrusts eagerly, “So good. Fuck.”

Jacob slowed to an almost stop, she was so tight around him, it felt too damn good. His fingers dug into her hips and he growled quietly as he slammed her up and down his massive cock, panting next to her ear in quiet and filthy growls, “You’re so tight, fuck. Feels so good to bury my cock in you.” 

Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she moaned louder and louder, the table creaking quietly beneath them and making them both pause and eye the table, then each other. “Maybe we should move this to the couch.” Lily muttered, giving a soft laugh as she caught her breath for a few seconds. Jacob scooped her off the tabletop and went to step out of the dining room and into the living room. Lily’s back met the wall as Jacob’s mouth buried in hers all over again and he started to fuck into her slowly, making her moan and whimper and bite down on his neck as she begged for more. “On second thought, this… Oh fuck it feels so good, baby. So good. Don’t stop.” 

Jacob slipped her legs over his forearms and started to fuck into her harder and faster, feeling her clench around his cock as he slammed into her throbbing G spot again and again. Her nails danced down his back and from the way her mouth kept latching onto his neck, he had no doubt in his mind that tomorrow, he would not be hiding the marks left behind. Then again, neither would she, because he’d definitely left marks of his own. He felt her tense up and chuckling into her mouth he asked quietly, “Are you getting closer, baby girl?”

“So close. So close.” Lily gasped into his lips as he continued to pump in and out of her, the sound of their sloppy kisses and quiet moans and growls breaking any silence in the room. “C’mon, Lily. Let go.” Jacob coaxed as he felt himself getting closer too. “Wanna feel you, princess.” 

“ -oh fuck. Oh yeah, that’s it.” Lily moaned as he slammed against her g spot all over again, and she felt her orgasm shatter through. Her walls clenched his cock and Jacob’s thrusts became erratic, skin smacking loudly against skin as he fucked them through their orgasm, holding her against him and kissing her all over the face as they both tried to catch their breath. He nipped at her ear and muttered quietly, “Are you okay?”

“If you’re going to carry me around a little while, yeah.” Lily teased gently, catching the corner of his mouth with her own as their stomachs both growled noisily. “But I am kinda hungry…”

“Me too.” Jacob chuckled against her mouth, his forehead pressed against hers as he kissed her again, tender and deep.

[snarkwrites]

sprung spring |need you| juice ortiz [ m]

NOTES:

Before I even get into anything else. This happens a few days after Juice tried to commit suicide. I did my best to kind of vaguely follow what they did show on the show. But.. I tried to be as vague as possible here too because suicide is such a triggering / hard topic for me and others. Sorry in advance if I didn’t keep it vague enough. I also realize that Juice wasn’t in the best place mentally around that timeframe, so if this seems as if it’s out of left field, I’m sorry too. I tried. The idea came and I went with it. Angsty to start... Hints of angst scattered throughout if you squint.

TAGGING:

@kyleoreillysknee​ | @rampagewriting​ | @chasingeverybreakingwave​ asked to be tagged in SOA. if you want to be added to my tag lists, [ here ] is the doc otherwise, I won’t be tagging you. 

PROMPTS USED:

“I almost lost you” kiss + caught off guard kiss + no foreplay + after an injury + almost getting caught + desperate + needy / clingy sex -

WARNINGS:

[hints of attempted suicide] | [ body fluid because again, a bitch forgot the rubber ] | [ angst warning at the beginning ] | [ biting / marking; dirty talk ]

CHARACTER:

Juice Ortiz x ofc, Hazel [ from the fake fic title asks... this is kind of another part to their story, in case I never write it... maybe if enough people bother me I’d be more tempted. ] 

“What the fuck were you even thinking, Juice? Why? Why were you…Why would you do that?” Hazel couldn’t even bring herself to say it. She couldn’t look at the angry bruising and the chain indentations around his neck, either. Rather than do that, she stared intently at the floor, at her feet, at the television playing the 10 pm news at a low volume in the room behind him as he lingered in the doorway.

Juice eyed her with a raised brow and as soon as he realized why she was stopping by, he started to close the door. “I don’t wanna talk about it. I didn’t want to fucking talk about it with anyone else. I definitely don’t wanna get into it with you. Just.. Just go, please?”

Hazel wasn’t about to leave him, not when he obviously needed someone around. And truth be told, when she found out what he’d tried to do, how he’d tried to take his own life, it forced her to confront her own feelings about him. What she would’ve felt if he’d actually succeeded in doing it, if the tree branch hadn’t broken and he hadn’t hit the ground.

And for once, she didn’t have anything to say. And she wasn’t in the mood to fight, she was still in the midst of freaking out after finding out what he’d tried to do. She’d rushed straight over as soon as she overheard what happened while cleaning up around the MC. 

Juice braced himself, fully prepared for Hazel to explode. To his surprise, he found himself shoved against the door frame as she took his face in her hands, pulling him down slightly, pulling his mouth against hers almost desperately. Her lips latched on to his lips and her tongue slipped out, tracing over the outline of his mouth gently as she molded herself against him. Something wet touched his cheek and he realized in a daze that a, she was kissing him and b, she was crying and her tears were pooling between their faces, rolling down his cheeks as well as his own. His hands gripped her hips and he dug his fingertips in, deepening the kiss. One of his hands rose, tangling in thick blonde strands as it came to rest against the back of her head. 

The kiss broke with both parties gaping at each other wide-eyed. “You.. Wait, why did you do that?”

“Yeah… I did.” Hazel muttered quietly, a shocked tone as she did. Before she could stop herself, it slipped out. “If I lost you, Juice… I honestly don’t know what it would do to me.”

His brow raised and he stepped closer all over again, staring down at her lips all swollen and dark pink from the impact of the kiss. “Wait.. what are you sayin right now, Haze?”

“I’m saying that I can’t lose you, okay? I’m saying that when I overheard them talking about what you… tried to do… It hit me. My last conversation with you could’ve been a nasty argument. The last thing I could’ve said to you is something I didn’t mean and don’t feel...” Hazel’s words tumbled out one right after the other and she lowered her head, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her favorite plaid shirt. She hated people seeing her cry. She hated feeling weak or vulnerable and right now, she very much felt exactly that. Not knowing how Juice was going to react, what he’d say…

She’d never just laid it all out there.

Juice stood there, frozen in place, trying to piece together what she’d just blurted out. His hand raised, resting against the back of his head and he took a shaky breath as he stared at her. When she lowered her head, he reached out, fingers catching her chin and tilting it so that she had to look back up at him. “If you don’t hate me, then how do you feel, huh?”

Hazel gulped, trying to pry her eyes off of his and she took a shaky breath. “I…”

She tried to lower her gaze but Juice wasn’t having it. “I asked ya a question, Haze.”

Her mouth opened and closed. She’d literally never had such a hard time saying anything before in her entire life. The words were stuck in her throat because she was afraid if she said them out loud, that gave him all the power in the world to completely wreck her.

Deep down though, she knew him like the back of her hand. She knew he wouldn’t do that. Hell, whenever they fought or anything, he often walked away just to keep from getting too angry. 

“I..”

“You what, huh? Because it fucking seems like ya hate me.” Juice winced at his own harsher tone and quickly muttered an apology. He stayed edgy around her. Because he never knew whether they were going to argue or butt head or whether she was going to keep him at an arms length.

“I love you and it scares me. I love you. Fuck.” Hazel finally managed to get it out, quick to drop her gaze as soon as she got the chance. Juice stood there frozen in place, his hand lingering in mid air as he tried to process what she said.

Hazel took a deep breath and continued quietly, “I told myself that this life was… Not for me. That I couldn’t handle being an old lady, throwing open the door one night to find another member standing there prepared to tell me that I lost my man. And then you showed up and something happened and I… I couldn’t stop myself from being drawn to you, I… I had to do something.” her voice dropped even lower as she finished saying it, muffled by his shirt as he pulled her close again, arms squeezing her in a tight embrace as he buried his nose in the crown of her hair, breathed in the coconut scent of her shampoo. Hazel went from crying a little to full on sobbing and she couldn’t stop it from happening. Her shoulders were shaking and she was easily soaking right through the front of his wife-beater, leaving black mascara spots behind.

It was enough for him to pull her up his body, hands on her ass to keep a grip on her. He stepped inside his apartment, quickly locking the door behind him, sitting down on the couch after he’d done it. His mouth met hers all over again, hungrily, almost desperately. His grip on her body was that of a man drowning and frantic to seek a lifeline, anything to cling to. When she shifted in his lap to move closer to him, she rubbed herself right against him and his fingertips dug into her ass, squeezing and gripping, making her repeat the rocking against him all over again as the kiss deepened despite the fact that they both needed to breathe. 

Neither of them seemed to be willing to stop, to break the kiss. Hazel, because she was afraid if she did stop, she’d let reasoning and overthinking take over and back out and having done it and finally admitting the way she truly felt, she realized that it was too late and she didn’t want to back out, she wanted to give in to all of this. Juice, because right now, Hazel was literally the one good thing happening and he didn’t want to stop or think, he didn’t want to sit around buried in guilt and anxiety and his own fucked up mind as of late.

The door was being pounded on and both of them froze, pulling away from each other just a little when Jax called through the door, “C’mon Juice. Open up. I heard what happened. I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“Just go, Teller. I told everybody earlier, I’ve got nothin to say. I don’t fucking wanna talk about this shit.” 

Jax seemed to hesitate, and Juice raised his voice; growing more irritable even though he didn’t mean to. He just had to get Jax the fuck away from the door. He wanted to get back to whatever was happening between himself and Hazel; he’d much prefer to focus on that. Footsteps echoed down the hallway outside and Hazel let out a shaky breath. The little interruption had given her time to come up with an exit strategy but she didn’t want or need one. She wasn’t leaving Juice, not tonight, not like this.

Juice stared at her intently, lost in his own thoughts, trying to process exactly what was happening. Trying to will himself to stop it because there was no way she was ever gonna want to stick around if anything about him came out.

But he couldn’t put a stop to what was happening because he’d wanted it to happen so long now. He couldn’t just put this to a grinding halt, even though given what he was caught up in, that might be the better idea. Not to mention, at the moment, his head wasn’t in the best place and he needed to get himself together.

He didn’t want to, but.. He needed to. Several fucked up elements had combined to bring him to the dark place he’d just narrowly escaped.

… I just need one good thing… I have to let myself have this… This is it, this is my sign, it’s not too late to get outta the situation I’m in… Juice thought to himself desperately as his hands moved slowly up and down her sides in a vain effort to distract himself. All he could do was stare at her, try to wrap his head around everything happening at the moment. “You’re not leavin, right? You’ll… stay.” he managed to ask, stammering the words out as his finger traced carefully over her lips.

Hazel wasted no time going in for another kiss, molding herself against him as she did so. His arms locked in place around her, squeezing tight. His hands drifted up and down her sides and strayed, grabbing a double handful of her ass and squeezing as he sucked in a sharp breath and bucked against her from below. She rocked in place over the way he strained at baggy jeans. 

Every part of her knew that maybe it was a better idea to stop; to return to the moment when Juice’s head was in a better place. But those selfish parts and not being able to control herself or reign in all these feelings currently flooding her, those took control before she could speak up and try to bring things to a stop.

.... I know this isn’t the best time, but I can’t keep fighting the way I feel… I almost lost him, for fucks sake!.... Just gonna let this happen… Just gonna give in because I cannot keep going like I am… the fragmented thought kept Hazel going. “I’m not going anywhere, Juice. I promise.”

She meant exactly what she said. 

Juice eyed her, biting his lower lip as he nodded. “If you wanna stop…” he trailed off, his breath catching in his throat because he didn’t know if he was going to be able to stop now if she said she wanted to. He’d do his best.

Hazel’s response was more non-verbal, rather than answer, she rocked herself back and forth over the bulge twitching and straining harder at the front of his jeans. A needy whimper ripped from her throat and she leaned in, trailing her tongue along the outer edge of his ear as she finally managed to mutter, “Stopping is the last thing on my mind. I need you baby… C’mon. Let me make you feel better, please?”

The growl bubbled up from deep within and his hands tightened where they rested across her ass. He bucked into her all over again, harder and more urgently. His mouth lingered next to the shell of her ear and he mumbled quietly, “You’re gonna make me feel better, hm? I like the sound of that, baby girl.” as he nipped at the edge of her ear and stood, making his way down the short hallway and into his bedroom.

Her back met the mattress and she was sitting up, tugging his tank top up and over his head, her lips moving up and down his abdomen, a soft giggle coming at the way muscles tensed when her mouth moved over them, sending a ripple over the surface of his skin. Juice whimpered quietly, reaching down, pulling apart the front of her favorite plaid shirt. Buttons popped off, softly tapping against the flooring as they made contact. The plaid shirt was tugged away from her body by him, balled up and tossed out into the room behind him as he leaned down and in, his mouth finding her mouth as she leaned back against the bed, working her bra away from her body, tossing that to the side as well as she locked eyes with him, her breath catching in her throat. 

Juice followed her down, positioning himself between her legs as she raised her hands, whining as she went for the button and zip on his jeans. Juice’s fingers caught in the waistband of her jeans, tugging the button fly apart and open, pulling her pants and panties down in one go, a quiet groan coming as she lie there, naked beneath him.

All he could do was stare in awe.

“Fuck.” the word lingered in the air between them, uttered by both at the same time. Hazel’s eyes darted down, fixing on his thick length, standing at attention. When she reached between them, circling her hand around, moving it slowly up and down his length, Juice growled, his mouth attacking her neck hungrily. He gave a needy groan and bucked himself against her as she dragged the tip of his cock between her folds and met his gaze, licking her lips.

“You want it, baby girl? Take it. It’s all yours.” Juice’s voice was a smooth purr against her neck as his mouth roamed over it and then lower, drifting over the swell of her breasts.His hands drifted up her body, squeezing her breasts together, and he bucked himself against her again, sending the tip of his cock between dripping folds, brushing against her aching center. She arched away from the bed, moaning his name into his neck as her teeth latched on, leaving a mark behind when she pulled her mouth away. His tongue flickered out, darting over her nipples, tracing circles in soft flesh until both nipples stood firm. He caught her gaze again, holding it as he sank his cock in just a little deeper, going still when she gasped and her nails dug into his shoulders. He lowered himself closer, hips pinning her hips against the mattress flat and giving a gentle smirk, he muttered quietly against her lips, “Everything alright, baby girl?”

All Hazel could do was whimper and moan as she felt herself almost being split in two by the way his thick cock filled and stretched her out. And he wasn’t even all the way in yet. Just the thought had her digging her nails in a little more, rocking her hips as best as she could almost as soon as the pain started to subside. “I want on top.” she pleaded, her mouth colliding with his all over again, the words swallowed in a bruising and almost desperate and needy kiss. 

Juice stopped his slow and steady drive into her core and pretended to mull it over, finally giving in when she fixed those eyes on him, begging. He flipped them so that he was beneath her and Hazel straddled his hips, wasting no time in impaling herself to the hilt on his cock, rocking her hips back and forth as she rode him, palms flat against his chest. Juice gazed up at her, thrusting into her from below, groaning and growling, “C’mon, baby girl. Ride me.. Fuck.” 

Her hands caught hold of his, pinning them against the pillow and Juice growled, writhing beneath her, raising up slightly, his teeth sinking into any strip of bare flesh within his reach. “Feels so good baby girl. So good.” he mumbled softly against her skin, encouraging her to go faster, pleading with her to let go of his hands so he could put them all over her body again. Hazel only shook her head and leaned down, whispering against the outside of his ear, “Just let me take care of you,Juice.”

“C’mon baby girl. Take it.” Juice muttered as he relaxed, staring up at her in a lust filled daze, his teeth clenching his lower lip as he bucked into her from below. “Wanna touch you so bad. C’mon, let me have my hands.”

When Hazel let go of his hands, they were all over her, squeezing her tits together as he rose up slightly, burying his face between soft mounds, dancing his tongue over her nipples. She shivered, riding his cock faster, rocking her hips back and forth erratically. Juice felt her tensing a little and he chuckled quietly against soft skin, glancing up at her. “You gonna cum for me?”

Hazel moaned, her head falling back as she rode him harder and faster, bouncing up and down on his cock, getting wetter every single time his cock sank in deeper and brushed right against her aching G-spot. “Fuck, fuck.. Feels so… ugh so good.” 

“Easy.. whoa.” Juice’s hands gripped her hips tight, stilling her movements as he felt himself getting pushed closer and closer to his own orgasm. His whispered warning was met with a pout and Hazel, trying to rock her hips just a little more, blinded by the way her own orgasm was building and almost taking over. The wet sounds of his cock sinking deep into her cunt had him taking a deep breath and raising up, gripping her jaw, guiding her mouth back against his as he muttered against it, “Fuck, baby girl. Gettin so wet for me. Feels too good to stop, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” Hazel’s hands rested on his shoulders, her nails digging in lightly as she bounced up and down on his cock a little slower, the ache of an orgasm denied building just a little more. “Juice, fuck, please. C’mon baby.. I need it.”

“You need what, huh?” his breath was warm against her ear almost tickling. She shivered at the way his lips felt against her skin and her head fell back as her fingertips dug into his shoulders just a little more. “Need you.” she finally managed to gasp, locking eyes with him, a pleading look in her eyes. He answered quickly, no hesitation, “You got me, baby girl. I’m all yours.”

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea. When everything came to light, she might just hate him. But right now, he wasn’t thinking. He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to feel anything but what he was feeling right now, with her. He wanted to forget. To escape.

“I’m all yours.” Hazel’s mouth brushed against his neck as he pulled her closer, letting her cling to him as he pumped himself up into her from below. His hands gripped her ass, slamming her up and down on his cock, deeper and harder. He felt her tense around him as he kept hitting that same spot over and over, her whimpers and moans drowning out all the other noise in the room. She kept moaning his name, over and over and Juice coaxed quietly against her skin, “C’mon Haze.. Ride it out, baby girl. Take it.”  as he continued to slam her up and down, his fingerprints beginning to leave marks behind on her ass. Her walls clenched his cock tighter, coating it in the warmth of her juices and he slowed a little more, trying to keep himself from getting off, letting himself feel the way she took his cock. His teeth sank into the side of her neck, catching, scraping over soft skin and leaving a mark there and he muttered her name over and over like a mantra, because it was.. She was pretty much the only thing he wanted to think about right now.

Everything else could and was going to wait.

As she came down from her orgasm, he held her tight against him, slamming her up and down on his cock slow and hard. “Fuck. You take it so good, baby girl.” he groaned as his own orgasm tore through him and he fucked through it, too late to stop or pull out. Hazel pulled his mouth against hers greedily, her tongue dominating the kiss as she bounced up and down on his cock, digging her nails into his shoulders and raking them down his back. 

He collapsed against the mattress and pulled her down against him, arms wrapping around her as he pressed his lips against her forehead. Her lips trailed over the faint bruises left behind around his neck as she mumbled softly against his skin, “Please don’t ever do that.. I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

He tilted her chin, pulling her into another deep and desperate kiss muttering quietly into it, “I don’t even wanna think about that night, okay? I… I can’t.” and Hazel nodded, staring at him a few seconds before settling and molding herself against him, letting the beat of his heart begin to lull her to sleep.

He was here; he was alive and he knew how she really felt. Nothing else mattered.

[snarkwrites]

sprung spring | cherry? popped. | xavier plympton {m}

PROMPT USED:

First time + permeate + “I need you. Now!” + rock in place + the steady creaking of the bed + supernatural being / human

NOTES:

Obviously, I am so so fucking awful at naming anything. And I tried my best to fuse ‘pre death’ Xavier’s personality with what he started to become before getting murdered and stuck in Camp Redwood. This is just my take. It’s probably not even remotely accurate, tbh. But.. It’s out here. I wrote the damn thing. I suppose I gotta own whatever consequence comes my way. 

Fun fact... this is a small peek at a sort of story idea I have in mind that knowing me, I won’t ever write... So... yeah. Maybe if enough people bother me, I’ll think about writing the actual fic I have in mind. Hints of a soulmate au if you squint. Virgin sex. FYI, this is set in 2019. And the concept as I imagine it and would write it if I were to do a fic is a little... weird... twisty... idk mannnn...

WARNINGS:

unprotected sex - with a ghost, body fluids, heavy emphasis on biting and marking, oral / hints of orgasm denial, probably waay too fluffy / sappy Xavier, virgin ! human oc x ghost ! xavier... I think that’s it.

PAIRING:

Xavier Plympton x OFC, Cherie. American Horror Story 1984

TAGGING:

Oddly enough, there’s no one on my American Horror Story taglist. If you would like to be on my tag lists please go [ here ] and put yourself where you wish to be. Or dm me and tell me where you wanna be tagged and I’ll add you.

“You’re not down at the bonfire with your boytoy?” Xavier didn’t even look up from the magazine he was flipping through. He knew she’d be standing there, watching him. The air between them lingered heavily with words unspoken. Since earlier, when she’d seen the soulmate marking on his arm that matched her own, she’d been scarce. If they had run into each other, she’d been distant.

Montana was right. In a few weeks, they’d all be gone and things would go back to the way they’d been before. He’d been an idiot to think that he could just get close to Cherie and be fine with having to let go at the end of the summer. So when Cherie started to avoid him earlier, he hadn’t tried to fight it. He hadn’t gone out of his way to seek her out.

They were literally two ships passing at night, after all. He was dead, doomed to remain in the camp for the rest of time. She was alive and she had so much ahead to live for. Things he couldn’t give her, even though he realized now that he really wanted to.

If he were as selfish as he’d been on occasion in life, he’d be stopping at nothing to keep her by his side. But he wasn’t entirely that guy anymore, so maybe it was better this way.

In the time it took him to come to this conclusion, she’d wandered into the cabin, shutting the door behind her softly. Sinking down onto the edge of his bed, she sat there, staring down at worn floorboards.

“I was. But then I…” Cherie trailed off, going quiet. “Look, before I came here, everything was planned. I was fine with it. Then earlier tonight, Jake got drunk and high and he started acting like an ass like usual…” she trailed off again, taking a deep breath. “I broke up with him.”

Xavier sat up, letting the magazine fall to the mattress. Even though he knew it wasn’t a good idea, he found himself slipping an arm around her. “You alright, doll?”

“Yeah, no… I don’t know. Everything is changing. I wish I could just freeze time. Or rewind it. I shouldn’t have come here, this was dumb, what am I even doing?” Cherie went to stand, but Xavier’s arms snaked around her hips and he pulled her back down to sit on his bed. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he leaned against her from behind.

This went against everything. He kept telling himself that he could handle the fact that the one thing he didn’t even realize he wanted having an actual for good expiration date attached, but today, her seeing their matching marks at last and distancing… It had shown him that he was wrong and he’d been trying to distance.

“No, no.. Freezing time or going back is the last thing you wanna do, doll. Believe me.” Xavier’s voice was warm and breathy against the shell of her ear and as he started to massage her shoulders, her eyes fluttered open and shut. Her head fell back and Xavier’s eyes locked on her neck as he licked his lips. He pressed closer.

“What’s that got to do with you comin in here, doll?”

“Because everything just became crystal clear… Maybe everything I had all planned out was wrong. Maybe Winona’s right. Shit happens for a reason. Coming out here, meeting you, I… I can’t fight the inevitable, not when I want it so bad it’s all I can see when I close my eyes… Do you know how hard it is, being around him, trying to pretend nothing’s changed and wishing it were you?”

Xavier’s breath caught and he gripped her body, pulling her into his lap before he could stop himself. “You don’t know what you’re saying. Trust me.”

“No, I know exactly what I’m saying.” Cherie’s tone was firm and she settled in his lap so that she was closer, pressing against him. As usual, he was almost icy cold. She gritted her teeth but smiled a little, taking his face in her hands. “You won’t make me change my mind. Look… I’m not saying that when the summer ends, I’m not gonna just…. Go off and do everything.. I’m not saying I give up, I just… I’m saying that I can’t keep going through the motions now. I just wanna be free. I want to enjoy things.”

“Babe, you can’t…” Xavier trailed off. She rocked herself against him and he swallowed hard, trying to shift the way she sat in his lap so she didn’t feel him about to burst through the jeans he was wearing.  His hands slipped down her sides, squeezing her hips to try and stop her from doing it again. 

“Why not? Don’t you want me? I mean we’ve been…Flirting for a while now and I thought that...Nevermind.” Cherie trailed off, confused and shaking her head. Her stomach was churning and she was starting to feel the embarrassment of potentially being wrong. She went to wiggle out of his lap and she made it to the door.

Xavier swore under his breath because the last thing he wanted to do was let her walk out that door. Goddamn it, he thought to himself, don’t I deserve something after all this bullshit?

“Wait, doll. Don’t go.” Xavier pressed himself against her from behind, his hand covering her hand on the doorknob, removing it. He slowly circled the shell of her ear with his tongue as he muttered lazily, “You’re not wrong, okay? I want you. So fucking much.” he thrust his hips against her backside, rubbing the bulge straining against his jeans against her backside and growling when the littlest bit of friction just wasn’t enough.

Just feeling how hard he was already through thin bike shorts had Cherie hissing and taking a ragged breath as she turned to face him and stared up. Her arms slipped up, wrapping around his neck, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck as she clung to him and pulled him down just slightly. Enough that her mouth brushed right against his and Xavier growled quietly again, his hands gripping her hips tighter. Up into his arms she went and he stepped back over to the bed, dropping her gently against the lumpy mattress. He leaned down, pressing himself into her, his hands pinning her hands at either side of her head. “I need you. Now. We just… we won’t think about anything but tonight, okay?” the question came breathy and warm against her neck as his lips latched on and he rocked himself into her, drawing out a needy whine and a few ragged breaths as she nodded. “Agreed.” grinding against his lap, her breath hitching all over again as she felt the bulge in his jeans getting even harder. Her cunt was throbbing. Every single time he bucked into her, she could feel herself dripping a little more. 

Xavier’s forehead pressed into hers, his mouth latching onto her lips, drawing her into a slow and lazy kiss. Her tongue slipped out, trailing lazily over the outline of his lips and one of his hands left her hand, drifting down between them and tugging the baggy crop top she was wearing up and out of the way, letting it settle on the cabin floor.

Cherie tugged his shirt over his head, throwing it next to her own and Xavier’s hands drifted up and down her body, lingering on her breasts, pushing them together, his tongue slipping over her teeth, tracing them and then slipping between them to tangle with her own tongue. She rocked herself up into him, a quiet series of urgent whimpers and begging moans making him chuckle and reach for the pull to the lamp on the table next to the bed, cloaking the room in total darkness. His mouth broke from her mouth, working down her neck after he’d pushed her hair out of his way. 

The warmth of his breath against her ear sent a shiver racing through her body and when he muttered quietly “Gonna be a long night, doll.” smirking down at her when he felt her legs squeeze into his hips a little more. Her fingertips walked down his chest, toying with the button on his jeans as she stared up at him and bit her lip, giving a soft giggle when she responded quietly, “I hope so.”

Every part of him wanted to follow up with how he’d think of her as belonging to him after tonight, after they crossed this line, but he had to stop himself. He had to hold back. It was bad enough he was going this far. To delude himself -and most importantly, her, about a future they couldn’t ever logically have would be insane. Rather than do that, his hands caught in the waistband of her shorts and he started to pull them down her legs. She got his button undone, then the zip to his pants and Xavier rose a little too quickly, bumping the top of his head on the bunk above him and scowling while swearing about it, kicking his pants and boxers free at the ankle. Cherie’s eyes wandered over him slowly, lingering and even widening a little at the sight of his cock, standing at attention.

The thickness of his length had her swallowing hard and biting her lip as her heart raced erratically. Xavier knew exactly what she was staring at and it made him give a quiet chuckle as he lowered himself down all over again. Only her undergarments remained and those were quickly done away with, falling to the floor and settling on the edge of the nightstand and as soon as she was pinned beneath him, completely naked, Xavier’s eyes roamed over her body slowly and hungrily. 

He licked his lips and centered himself above her, his body spreading her legs. Lowering his face to her face, he muttered smoothly, “Last chance to back out, pretty girl.” 

“If I were going to back out, handsome… I never would’ve come in here to you.” Cherie admitted, going quiet when he stared at her a second or two as what she said clicked into place for him. He smirked, his mouth conquering her neck and throat, marking her up and not bothering to be careful or discreet about it at all.

Oh no, not him. He wanted tonight to be seared into her mind. If he was going to be stuck here, not able to forget her and knowing she was out there, away from him and living… If he were going to endure that torture, she was not going to forget tonight if he could help it. He wanted her to look back years from now and miss him. Wonder what might have been.

Maybe it was selfish. At the moment, he didn’t particularly care. It was already enough that he was going to do the right thing at the end of the summer and just let her go. That was already killing him. That was going to be enough selfless for him, right there. Knowing he had to let her go and that he’d never see her again, he’d never get to know what might have been.

“Fucking right you did, doll. You came to me.” Xavier’s voice was husky and low as he muttered into soft skin. Cherie took a shaky breath and gripped hold of his biceps, making him stop his mouth’s venture down her body and stare at her. “Just a heads up… I’m not exactly experienced at this.. Any of it… at all.” 

Her words had him gaping a little but leaning down, capturing her mouth in a needy and bruising kiss as he muttered lazily into the kiss, “This is going to be fun, then.” as her fingers caught in his hair, threading through. 

He reached down between them, wrapping his hand around his length, raising up to guide it along her folds, staring down at her with that devilish smirk as he licked his lips. When he teased the tip between them, he shivered and gave a quiet groan at the way she dripped already. “ Tell me something, doll..” he muttered , leaning down, pressing into her as his mouth moved across her collarbones, nipping and sucking. He stopped to look at her.

“Yeah?” Cherie breathed out, squirming, trying anything she could to get him inside her.  She gripped his jaw, guiding his mouth back to hers, her lips clenching his bottom one almost greedily as she bucked herself against him, splitting her folds as her cunt dragged down the length of his cock. Xavier growled and gripped her hip tight enough to leave a handprint behind and chuckling, he finished his question, “Are you ready to get your cherry popped, doll?”

“Yes.” gasping, she gave her answer as she tried again to buck against the grip he had on her hip. She couldn’t, and just knowing that had Xavier smirking, his tongue dragging lazily over his lip as he rose up and then crawled down her body, settling himself between her thighs, holding them spread with his hands. His tongue rolled up the insides, lapping greedily at every drop as she dripped for him. He felt her hand drifting down, tangling in the top of his hair and tugging. “That’s it, pretty girl. Pull my hair. Move those fucking hips.” Xavier drawled against her cunt as his tongue trailed right between it, a broad stripe moving upward to circle her clit one, two, three times. When he sank his teeth into the edge of the bundled nerves, she cried out, her other hand gripping the faded blanket on his bed. Her hips rocked upward against his mouth and his nose bumped against her dripping heat as he inhaled and groaned at the scent of her. He could feel his cock getting harder at just the thought of burying inside, having her walls clench around it. Feeling her drip and coat it. Making her scream his name over and over and over again. When she whimpered and whined and begged him to go faster with his tongue after he’d buried it deep in her cunt, he chuckled and smirked against her. “Does this feel good? Because fuck… You taste so sweet.” 

Cherie’s head fell back and she gripped the blanket and his hair tighter, angling her hips upward, rocking against his mouth like he told her to, harder and faster. The faster her hips moved, the more his tongue swirled. Xavier growled against dripping folds as the taste of her absolutely flooded his tongue and wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, he made his way back up her body, pulling her up, crushing her against him as he pulled her into a rough and bruising kiss. 

He felt her tense beneath him as he started to sink into her and she whimpered, biting her lip as she looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. “It’s not gonna hurt long, okay? I promise.” Xavier’s voice was almost a growl when he muttered the words against the shell of her ear. His hands drifted down, gripping her hips as he sank into her a little deeper, staring down at her the whole time.

“Fuck.” Cherie gasped, “So big.” 

The words drew a pleased smirk and Xavier pressed his hips into her hips firmly, going still after he’d buried himself in a little deeper. She tried to move her hips but he squeezed them, holding her still and shaking his head. “You good?”

“Mhm.” Cherie muttered and Xavier buried his cock completely inside, slow and deep thrusts, his hips smacking against hers so hard that he knew there would be bruises. She met every single one of his deep and hard thrusts with her hips, moaning his name and whimpering, clinging to him from below. “C’mon, faster, please?” she managed to gasp, but Xavier continued at his preferred pace, hell bent on fucking her deep into the mattresses beneath them. She pouted up at him, frustrated tears stinging at her eyes because she could feel herself tensing and tightening, just like she’d been when he had his head buried between her thighs and he kept stopping then.

She wanted another orgasm.

He seemed to be hell bent on taking his time. As his cock struck against her throbbing g spot over and over, slowly and steadily, she moaned louder, her voice drowning out the soft smack of their bodies colliding and the slow and steady creak of the old iron bed frame. “C’mon, doll.. Scream my name. Let everyone know who’s got their cock buried deep in that dripping pussy.” Xavier urged, smirking when he started to go a little faster and Cherie seemed to get louder, her moans bouncing off the walls and drowning out all the other little background noises around them. “You’re so fucking tight, so wet. Fuck.” Xavier managed to gasp as he went still inside her, holding his finger to her lips, leaning in to steal a few kisses. 

It felt so fucking good he knew if he kept going, he’d explode. Stopping was better than doing that. But he knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, either. And he could feel her tensing all over, practically shaking now, whimpering and begging him to be able to come.

“I’m gonna fucking fill you up, pretty girl. Do you wanna feel?” he asked as he drove into her deeper and harder, his hips snapping erratically as his mouth latched onto her neck, leaving a line of bites and bruises in his wake. Cherie moaned as her orgasm rushed through her, leaving her shaking and whimpering, rocking her hips against his thrusts greedily, gasping for air as she clung to him. Xavier fucked her through her orgasm and right into his own, the tightness of her cunt as it encased his length driving him right over the edge before he could stop. “Fuck… Fuck… here it comes.” he groaned as his cock throbbed, rope after rope of his sticky hot seed seeping into her deep, their juices puddling beneath them on the bed. He flopped down behind her, pulling her partially on top of him, raking his hand through her hair to push it back out of her eyes as he pulled her into a lazy yawn filled kiss. 

“Sun’s comin up.” he muttered quietly, chuckling when she swore under her breath but then cuddled against him completely and muttered through a yawn, “Fuck it. I’m too lazy to give a damn what that overbearing woman could possibly have to say when she realizes I’m not in my bed.”

“That’s the spirit, doll. Just stay here with me a little longer.”

[snarkwrites]

sprung spring | eat me | peter quill {m}

PROMPTS USED:

Impulse + “Open your mouth” + in a kitchen ( on counter/table) + with food + distracting each other with sex + “you know… there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

NOTES:

Fun fact... Astrilde is another older MCU original character. Although until now, this very moment, she resided solely in my teeny lil brain. Idk why, but when I put this prompt set together I was like, this is perfect to test her with Starlord. And so, I did.

Second fun fact. Astrilde is to Norse mythology what Cupid is to all of us, IIRC. I could be wrong here, but I do believe I remember her being the ‘goddess’ or deity of love, something akin to Cupid. If I’m wrong, soz. That’s why I chose her name. And yes.. She is another one of Odin’s ‘spoils’ of war. Like Loki, Frigga took to her, this is why she wasn’t locked away with their other sister.

Third fun fact... I feel like the rust is finally coming off and it feels great, so... enjoy I guess?

PAIRING:

Starlord / Peter Quill x OFC, Astrilde

WARNINGS:

Sex in a kitchen. Liiight foodplay. Oral sex. Body fluids. A cute attempt at dirty talk... Oh, unprotected sex because guess what, kids? The bitch who wrote this forgot to slip in a condom being put on, yet again.. Breeding kink if you squint ( and no, it’s NOT on Peter’s end, hehe.) 

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                                PETER & ASTRILDE in 

                                          EAT ME

Black Sabbath blasted from the kitchen area of their wing and Peter Quill raised a brow, making his way towards the sound. He leaned in the doorway, toying with the towel wrapped around his neck and he snickered to himself as he watched the blonde within the room dance around the kitchen gathering fruit, whipped cream and a generous sized jar of Nutella. Their snack of choice for the little movie night tradition they’d started about a month ago, when neither of them could sleep and both found themselves awake in the wee morning hours. He couldn’t help but smile to himself a little more as he watched her moving around the kitchen.

Just as Joan Jett began to play and the blonde in question began to sway her hips side to side and sing along, a throat cleared from behind Peter.

He turned and found himself body to body with Thor. Thor shook his head and folded his arms over his chest. “I see you’re watching her again. You do that a lot. And maybe, as her brother, I’m not fond of it.”

Peter swallowed hard, a glare forming. He scoffed and shook his head. Peter and Astrilde were just close friends, that was all.

Wasn’t it?

For just a second, he paused as he reasoned with himself. She was quite literally, part goddess. And despite how far he’d come, he still had a long road ahead because the pain and the memories remained. Being around her made him happy almost instantly and it kept his mind off of all the things in his past that had gone wrong. He hoped that her being around her made her happy and a lot less homesick for the place that she and her brothers hailed from.

They were just friends and yet… Thor and Loki both seemed to enjoy breathing down his neck about her.

They did it almost daily.

Not to mention, lately… Peter couldn’t deny there was something building between the two of them. The last thing he needed was her two brothers catching wind and driving a wedge into their friendship.

Her throat cleared from behind Thor, putting the standoff between the two men to a dead halt. Thor immediately thrust out his shirt to his younger half sister. “Put it on.”

“I’m an adult, Thor. And it’s hot.” Astrilde argued, pouting up at her brother. Thor gave her a dirty look, then he tried handing the shirt to her again. Astrilde gave a soft laugh as she shook her head slowly. Icewater eyes drifted from Thor to Peter Quill and pouty lips curved upward. Her hand raised, tangling in thick waves. “Starlord, hi.”

“Oh don’t start that again.” Thor grumbled, stepping from between the two and moving into the kitchen, helping himself to a few banana slices and some white grapes. He leaned against the kitchen island, watching them like a hawk.

When Loki appeared beside Thor, Astrilde’s smile turned to a pout and she muttered something to herself that Peter couldn’t quite make out.

But then, she spoke up.

“Don’t both of you have somewhere to be right now?”

Thor and Loki shared a look, eyes shifting to their youngest sibling. Loki nodded to Peter, giving him the usual dismissive nod. “I see you’re entertaining peasants again. We’ve discussed this. To use your gift on… that man.. Is to squander it, Astrilde.”

“I repeat.. Both of you have somewhere to be. Is this correct? I love you both but you have to realize that I’m no little girl anymore. You do not have to guard me every waking moment. My virtue is mine to protect… Or to squander. ” Astrilde repeated it again, more firmly. Her eyes darted from Thor to Loki and after a few seconds, she was taking hold of each of their arms, gently leading them both towards the door. “Go on, you two. I know good and well that both of you have dates tonight. It is rude to keep a woman waiting.”

“But…” Thor protested, giving Peter some serious side eye. “You do not need to be alone with the likes of him. I can call my Jane. Perhaps we can go out another night.” 

Thor got the distinct sense that his younger half sibling was up to something, she and Loki shared a certain look in their eyes whenever they were. And right now, Astrilde’s eyes were practically glowing with mischief… With something else, too. Thor didn’t even want to think about it.

“You… get whatever you came for and leave. Otherwise, you won’t enjoy the dire consequence.” Loki’s gaze flickered over Peter as he squared up. Truth be told, the writing was already there on the wall, the chips were in place and set to fall where they may. Loki enjoyed seeing his younger half sister happy. But the man was crude. And a mere mortal. His apprehension stemmed from his concern for Astrilde’s happiness. But he knew her well enough by now to know that once she made up her mind, she stopped at nothing to accomplish what she wanted.

He’d seen her bend the will of many men before.

He grumbled and under her warning gaze, he saw himself out too, catching up to Thor in the hallway.

Once they were alone in the kitchen, Astrilde took a deep breath and switched her focus. Peter was standing by the fridge now, peering into it, digging around. She slunk up behind him, pressing the icy bottled water to the back of his neck just as he straightened to full height. Peter tensed ever so slightly, a quiet hiss coming at the icy sensation against heated skin. He turned to face her, staring down as she held up the bottled water, giving him one of those mischief filled little smiles.

“I thought you’d be coming in thirsty.” Astrilde’s soft laugh filled the thickening tension and heavy silence between the two of them and Peter found himself stepping just a little closer.

Everything he’d been thinking about heavily as of late chose that exact second to flood his brain and before he could stop himself, his hand was wandering down, resting cautiously against the curve of her left hip. With his other hand, he took the bottled water, clearing his throat, brown eyes darting to the tray heaped with sliced fruit behind her on the counter and he chuckled.

“Someone was hungry.” Peter managed to get the words out while trying not to stare at her too hard. Because he was noticing all these little things about her lately… And the more he stared lately, the more he found himself drawn in deeper.

He had to stop it from happening.

But as he stood there, one thing became apparent… Did he really want to stop it, whatever this was, from happening?

No… No, he didn’t.

Astrilde shrugged mysteriously, not bothering to break his gaze when his eyes finally locked on her again. She raised a hand, toying with his chest, her other hand resting on a broad and muscular shoulder. She felt him going slack under her touch and her smile grew. “ It’s too bad that none of that is what I truly want.” she pouted at the last word.

Peter coughed, found himself stepping closer. “Oh yeah? I mean, it looks pretty good to me.” his eyes moved from the petite blonde pressed against him lightly to the tray of fruit behind her. To distract himself, he twisted the cap off the bottled water, guzzling half of it down in a hurry.

“Well, like I said. None of it is what I truly want.” her voice was this soft purr as a fingertip danced over his chest again. Peter bit his lip to stop the groan threatening to break free from his mouth. He chuckled lightly.

She had to be up to something. She was certainly in a playful mood today.

His voice took on a similar teasing tone when he stepped closer. It hit him then just how perfectly her forehead hit the center of his chest. He tried to shove that out, but it was joined with how good soft curves felt molded to his body. And he tried to shove out that thought too, but it was no use. His eyes locked on her lips, their soft almost candied apple color. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath almost immediately after. The feeling that Astrilde was up to something only grew. “Oh yeah? Well what is it you really want, hm?”

Astrilde caught on to the fact that Peter was fully unaware of exactly what she was up to, as per usual. The thought had her giggling softly, raising to tiptoe to give a playful fluff to his hair. In doing that, she made sure to mold her body almost completely against his. She heard the catching of his breath in his throat and she broke away just a shade, staring up at his mouth intently.

Did she keep going? Or did she back down?

Keep going, of course.

“Are you gonna answer me, Astrilde?” Peter tried his best to keep what he thought was a firm tone, but his voice wavered slightly, getting thicker and lower with each word as it came. He found himself pressing against her just a little more.

“Mhm. Are you sure you can’t guess first though, Peter?” she was pressing closer, reaching out behind her and grabbing a strawberry, taking a bite. The juice from the fruit trickled down the corners of her mouth and naturally, Peter’s eyes caught on it. And before he could stop himself, he was reaching out, smearing his thumb over it. And then he was raising his thumb to her lips, resting it almost casually against them.

God, they were every bit as soft as he thought. The sudden tightening of his sweats had him shuffling his feet, hoping to hell that she didn’t feel him getting hard.He opened his mouth, closing it again quickly when he realized that of course, no words were coming.

And he was never the kind of guy without something to say.

“I..” he finally managed, after a struggle. 

“Yeah?” Astrilde was on her tiptoes again, her mouth dangerously close to his. So close that when she spoke, her lips brushed right up against his. She bit back a whimper. Each and every little touch had her practically purring. And yet, left her wanting more, just like she always seemed to where Peter Quill was concerned. “Open your mouth, Peter.” she instructed after raising the hand that held the remaining half of the strawberry she’d bitten into in it. She had to do something.

She needed something to do to break the ice. Just until she figured out whether she was about to make a serious mistake.

Peter’s lips parted and Astrilde stuck the strawberry between them. Peter bit into it, groaning at the overripe sweetness. And at the way it felt when she moved just a little and wound up rubbing herself right against him.

Could she feel what she was fucking doing to him right now?

He wasn’t entirely sure.

On the one hand, her face was flushed and she kept making these soft little noises whenever she did. On the other, she didn’t seem to react other than that. And with Astrilde being as playful as she was, it was always hard for anyone to tell just what was going on in her head.

His resolve snapped after that happened. He couldn’t have taken it a second longer if he tried. Fingers dug into either one of her hips and she went from merely pressed against him to being molded against his body. If he needed any assurance that what he was thinking about doing was the right thing, the way her eyes fluttered open and closed only to open again and the little lip lick that accompanied this was going to have to be enough.

His hands roamed downward going from her hips to squeeze her ass and rub her against him even more as he slid her up his body and sat her on the counter, right next to the tray of fruit.

Her legs squeezed at his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she wrapped her arms around his neck, staring at his mouth intently. Despite having gotten this far in her little plan to finally clue him in to her true feelings… She wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed.

Lucky for her, Peter seemed to be willing to take the lead. His lips latched onto her top lip, tugging it between them and she moaned quietly, rubbing against him as she scooted forward to be closer. Her lips tugged impatiently at his lower lip and when his tongue slipped out, trailing over the outline of her mouth, she gasped and a shiver went racing down her spine.

His hands moved over her thighs, gripping and squeezing. The classic rock that he normally preferred gave way to some newer music, a guy that Natasha had Astrilde listening to lately called Somo or something. The suggestive lyrics to the song Mirror only seemed to add another layer of tension to the air around them and it was hitting him hard and fast that it was really hard to breathe. One hand left her thigh, tangling in thick blonde waves at the back of her head, pulling her mouth against his all over again, deeper. He felt her fingertips digging into his shoulder and dragging carefully over his scalp on the other hand as it came to rest on the back of his neck.

His tongue tangled with hers, the taste of wild and over ripe strawberries filling his mouth and making it water. His teeth hooked on her lower lip, tugging at it until it was swollen and starting to turn a deeper shade of red. The hand left on her thigh squeezed as he took a deep breath, prepared himself to pull away from the kiss just so they could both kind of catch their breath.

“It’s hot in here.” Astrilde couldn’t think of anything else to  say. She shook her head about it, giving a soft laugh as she wondered briefly if he’d caught on yet.

“Mhm.” Peter managed to mutter the answer to what she’d just mumbled, staring at her a few seconds. “It is. And you never answered my question.” Peter stared down at her intently, reaching out beside them to grab another strawberry. He dragged it through the little bowl of whipped cream, preparing to take a bite. Anything to distract himself at this point. To try and figure out just what to do next; how far he truly wanted to go with this.

He only knew one thing for certain. One kiss wasn’t enough. One kiss merely sparked a fire. Now that fire was lit and Peter was struggling with whether he wanted to put it out or fan the flames.

Astrilde gripped his wrist, guiding the whipped cream covered strawberry to her own mouth after Peter had taken one bite. She stared up at him a second or two. She could sense him struggling. He was worried, she picked up on it. Something about his ability to make a complete and total fucking mess out of pretty much everything. All the loss in his past. The way he felt like he’d never be enough for her.

It left her speechless and almost totally blown away. But most of all, excited. Because suddenly, this whole complicated scenario became a thousand times easier.

“There wasn’t a thing  to eat in this kitchen until you walked in. Does that answer your question?” she almost choked on the bite she’d taken of her food as the line left her mouth and she busied herself trailing her fingertips over his skin almost gingerly, barely touching him.

Because the way he tensed and his breath caught always made her smile a little. She knew it got to him whenever she did this.

Peter nearly choked on the bite he’d taken of the strawberry, using her distraction to guide it back to his mouth. He leaned in just a little as it suddenly hit him all at once.

Oh, she was up to something alright.

She was dropping some major clues here. If he really thought about it, she’d been trying to clue him in for a while now.

Knowing this, it made putting up any kind of fight; putting any kind of stop to what was happening… he didn’t want to stop and he wasn’t going to try. He was tired of trying to avoid risks that not too long ago, before the Snap and everything that happened during that… He’d never have wasted a second.

He chuckled quietly, stepping closer. Her legs wrapped around him to hold him where he stood between her legs and he reached out, dragging a fingertip through melted dark chocolate. He raised his finger, dragging it over her lips. Her lips parted and she gripped his wrist, slipping the chocolate coated digit into her mouth. Peter gave a quiet growl and as soon as she’d licked his fingertip clean of the chocolate, he was leaning in, his hand gripping her thigh harder, his other hand going to her hair again, guiding her mouth back to his and into another deep and bruising kiss. The palm resting against her thigh ghosted over it, disappearing up the hem of the shorts she was wearing. She came alive at this, rubbing against him almost frantically. “What if I told you that you taste better, hm?” Peter muttered quietly against her mouth as his tongue parted her lips, tracing over her teeth, slipping between them and tangling with her tongue.

“I’d say doubtful, Peter.” Astrilde answered breathlessly, leaning back just a little, her lower back meeting the cool marble countertop. Peter bent down with her, his mouth leaving her mouth to venture down her neck, lips latching onto skin infrequently, but leaving behind the smallest hints of marks each time he did.

Giving into impulse had gotten things this far. And it seemed like neither of them were inclined to stop things from going further. His hands slid up her abdomen, tugging up the crop top she was wearing, throwing it over her head as soon as he worked it off her. Her hand wandered down, an impatient whimper as she tugged at the waistband of his sweats, trying to pull them downward. Peter chuckled and shook his head, muttering against the swell of her breast just before latching his lips onto soft skin exposed there, “Not yet.”

“Peter, p-please.” begging was so not her area of expertise. As used to getting exactly what she wanted as she happened to be, this was all brand new to her. And Peter picked right up on it. The sound of her pleading with him had him groaning. His lips danced lower, his teeth tugging at the lace edged cup of her bra. Astrilde rose up a little, giving him room to unfasten and as soon as she did, Peter tore it away, tossing it aside with her shirt. She pouted a little, soft laughter against the shell of his ear as she purred out, “Hey, that was my favorite bra.”

“And it was in my way, princess.” Peter muttered back as his tongue circled her nipple, the circles getting smaller and smaller until her nipple stood at a rigid point. Her hand dipped down, disappearing down the front of his sweats, a soft smirk coming as soon as she realized that he went without any sort of underwear. Her hand circled his cock, pumping up and down slowly. Peter’s breath caught in his throat and he growled quietly against the skin of her stomach whilst dancing his lips over it, “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”

“Mhm.. I’m rather enjoying it.” Astrilde gasped out just as he leaned her back more, leaving a bite mark just above the elastic waistband of the pull on gym shorts she’d been wearing. His teeth caught in fabric, starting to tug downward as he raised his eyes, fixing them on her. Watching her squirm and the way her head fell back or the way her eyes fluttered open and shut.

Tugging down her shorts and panties, he sank down to kneel between her legs, his hands prying them apart, spreading her open wide for him. He stopped long enough to chuckle, biting his lip as he looked up at her. She gasped quietly as she felt the warmth of his tongue when he dragged it right up the inside of her thigh. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow rubbed against her skin, leaving a light burning sensation behind and she tensed, sucking in a sharp breath, her hand lowering, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging lightly at it the higher he got up her thighs.

“And I’m going to prove it too.” Peter muttered quietly against soft and slick skin, groaning at the faintest taste of her as it filled his tongue.

“You are, hmm?” Astrilde gasped as his tongue brushed almost carelessly right over her slit before moving upward more, teasing at circling her clit. His fingers made their way up her thighs, working open dripping folds and making her moan, rock her hips upward as they buried deep inside her warmth, getting her used to being stretched.

His tongue worked its’ way around her clit, passing over the center of it, lips catching hold of the small circular bundle of nerves and sucking, sending a shiver racing through her body as his fingers worked in and out deeper. Her legs wound up over his shoulder for the time being and Peter growled at the way wetness pooled on his fingertips and his tongue. 

“-oh… oh fuck. Peter.” Astrilde moaned out, rocking her hips upward almost greedily as she sought out the fastest way to bring her orgasm on. She couldn’t take all this teasing and the build to it. She wanted him. Buried to the hilt inside her. Plowing her so hard her back bounced off the marble countertop.

“You’ve got a dirty little mouth on you, princess.” Peter chuckled, the sound sending a shockwave of pleasure ripping through her center. When he felt her fingers tugging at his hair again, he stopped to glance up at her. “You can pull harder if you want.”

That little grin and the gleam in his eye had her realizing that maybe he liked it a little on the rougher side. And she looked forward to finding out just how much rougher he could be. Because sometimes a woman just gets sick and fucking tired of being treated like she’s fragile or she’s made of glass.

His rough lips felt like heaven against her dripping cunt and she couldn’t stop the wanton moans that ripped from the back of her throat, one of her hands digging into the edge of the counter while the other continued to clutch at and card through his thick light brown hair. His tongue pushed deeper into her core, circling and swirling, making her suck in a breath and whimper even louder. She kept moaning his name, over and over. The slightest rattling of the potrack overhead had the two of them laughing quietly. Peter stopped to gaze up at her again, a lustful glow almost making brown eyes sparkle. Astrilde sat up and leaned down, her fingers curling beneath his chin, greedily pulling his mouth to her own, groaning at the way she tasted on his tongue. The act of her boldly kissing him got Peter a lot more riled up and he was breaking the kiss, pushing her back flat against the counter as he leaned down, muttered against soft lips, “I’m starving, princess.”

“Oh, I bet you are, Starlord.”

And that… that drove him right over the edge. The use of his other identity had him smirking against her dripping cunt as he settled back between her thighs. His nose bumped against her pelvic mound as his hands gripped her hips, tilting them upward, his tongue plunging back in deep, circling and swirling. Astrilde’s head fell back and her eyes fluttered open and shut. Her legs fell open wider and Peter’s tongue continued it’s merciless attack on her dripping cunt. “I told you, didn’t I? I told you  you’d be the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” he practically growled the words as she tried to rock her hips upward to meet his mouth, only to have his hand grip at one, holding her against the counter. Holding her spread open as he slowed down, savoring the taste of her.

“Peter, please!” she managed to gasp, the sound echoing off the wall, competing with the rattling of the pot rack mounted overhead whenever it moved just a little. Her cunt was throbbing; probably worse than she had ever ached in her entire life and all she wanted to do was cum, but all Peter seemed intent on doing was driving her right to the brink and then forcing her to step back.

Like he did when he stopped and she felt his tongue lazily trailing over her folds, 2 broad stripes, one straight and one half circular to form the letter P. She moaned louder, fingers digging into his shoulders to grip. He growled quietly. By the time he got to the R in his name, she was shaking and tears of pure frustration were burning at her eyes.

“Let go, princess. C’mon. Let me taste you.” Peter muttered firmly, glancing up to meet her gaze. His cock was throbbing, literally all he wanted right now was to be buried deep inside her, fucking her slow and deep, almost driving her into the counter.

With a shudder, Astrilde felt her orgasm ripping through her. Her hips bucked against his tongue and Peter groaned at the taste of her filling his mouth even more, the way she dripped, even as he did his best to lick her clean. He rose up to a standing position, swearing and raising his hand to his head when a pan dangling caught him right in the forehead. Laughing, he lowered his mouth to hers and as soon as her legs were locked around his hips again, he was sinking inch for inch of his thick length deep into her core, staying still because he felt her tense in his arms. 

“You okay?” Peter eyed her in concern, pressing gentle kisses to her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as his hand smoothed over her hair, tucking it behind her ears.

“Yeah, just..Have to get used to you.” Astrilde muttered almost sheepishly, adding in a lower tone against his neck, “Maybe if you weren’t so fucking big… It feels so good, Peter.” she rocked her hips against him to show that she was okay and he could move a little. Peter hissed and dug his hands into her body, slamming into her slow and deep, his hands slipping down to her ass, sliding her off the counter as he continued to bury his cock deep inside.

“Oh… Oh yeah. Right…” Astrilde gasped, rocking her hips to meet his drives into her cunt, “Right there, that’s it. C’mon… Give me all of it, baby, I need it.” she begged breathlessly, Peter growling as he slammed into her deeper, speeding up just a little at her pleading whimpers against his skin. When he bottomed out, he went still, his mouth crashing against her mouth deep as his tongue parted her lips and slipped between them to find her tongue, massaging it, dominating the kiss. As soon as he felt like he could again, he was back to it, pumping every inch into her her, hips snapping against her body, the soft smack of skin against skin echoing and clashing with the rattle of pots and pans overhead and the soft smack of their mouths every single time they met.

He felt her walls clench his cock and he groaned, peppering kisses across her collarbones, a low chuckle spilling out against her soft skin. “I know you wanna cum for me again. C’mon, princess. Don’t hold back.”

As he fucked her through her orgasm, she clung to him, meeting each drive with her own thrusts, nipping at his neck and his lips, leaving bites and marks of her own behind. Her fingers tugged at his hair and raked down his back and Peter groaned into her mouth quietly, “So close, so close, fuck.”

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare.”

“Oh, I’m not plannin on it, princess. You ready for me to fill you up?” Peter muttered against her throat as his teeth tugged and nipped at her skin, leaving even more marks. Astrilde nodded, molding herself against him, letting him fuck into her hard and deep, his hips almost slamming into her hard enough to leave bruises behind. As the warmth of his seed filled her, Astrilde gripped his cheeks, pulling his mouth against hers in a kiss that didn’t break until he’d slowed to a complete stop and both of them were lightheaded for a lack of oxygen. As they pulled apart, Astrilde sat up straighter, a pot hitting her in the forehead and Peter chuckled, pulling down her head to press his lips against the spot.

“So you were flirting with me..” he smirked at her as he held out her tee shirt. Astrilde took it, slipping it over her head and she held out his sweats to him, nipping at his collarbone as she answered softly, “You didn’t know this, Peter?” and met his gaze, blushing and giving a soft giggle.

“Your brothers are not going to be thrilled with this.”

“Do I look like a girl who gives a shit? Don’t worry, I’ll watch your back.” Astrilde’s fingers trailed lazily over Peter’s jaw and he chuckled, shrugging. “Oh, I can handle those two.”

“Says the guy who nearly climbed the drapes the last time my brother Loki turned himself to a snake to spy on us during movie night.” Astrilde gave a gentle laugh as she leaned against him, trying to continue getting herself together.

“I love you.”

Peter blinked when the three words slipped out and he stood there, in a moment’s panic until Astrilde smiled and leaned forward, muttering against his mouth, “I love you too.”

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

wild winter | right now; baron corbin [m]

PROMPTS USED:

LOCATION:

–uhh… in an elevator. against a wall.

TYPES OF SEX:

– sloppy dirty sex

– heavy makeout, grinding

– fingering / hand job

– first I Love You ( Baron said it first dawww.)

DIALOGUE & GIF INSPO

– “ You’re already turned on…?”

– gif inspiration for this is [ here ]

WARNINGS: uhh.. unprotected sloppy standing elevator sex. Fingering and handjobs, Baron being a bit of a sweet goofy cheeseball, shh!, bite marks, heavy making out…

PAIRING: Baron & Gemma

[ for more of them read this fake fic title : ditched under the mistletoe… this is somewhere towards the middle of their whole ‘story’ btw. I just haven’t written anything else for them… yet.]

The club was not his scene at all. If it weren’t for the lure that was Gemma dancing, he’d have told her hell to the no, he’d have begged out of this, literally anything. But all she had to do lately was turn on that begging pout and Baron Corbin turned from stone to putty in her hands.

Oh, he’d die a thousand slow and miserable deaths before ever coming close to admitting it to anyone, especially her, but the fact remained.

“Oh come on. Stop pouting and leaning on the wall you giant wallflower.” Gemma’s giggled command drew him from his current state of brooding while nursing a bourbon. He eyed the floor and then her again, leaning in, his hand at her hip to guide her completely against him. “They’re playin the wrong music for me to even consider gettin out there, princess.”

“This song fucks, okay?” Gemma informed him, suck popping a cherry flavored bubble as she dared to tap her foot at him impatiently.

Baron chuckled, shaking his head no and he held firm.. For all of two seconds. When Gemma started to walk her fingers up his chest, he groaned and bit his lip, trying not to react. When she started to rub against him, those hips swaying ever so slightly, staring up at him with the most innocent of smirks the entire time, his hands ventured down, gripping a double handful of her ass and squeezing, bucking himself into her right as she was about to rub against him. Gemma rose to tiptoe, her arm around his neck, fingers tangled lightly in the ends of his hair. “I thought this song was wrong for you to dance to, hm?”

“Well you’re the one who said, and I quote, this song fucks.. And fucking is a good thing, yeah?” Baron’s voice was the perfect velvet rasp against her throat as his mouth ventured boldly down the front of it. It didn’t matter that what he called dancing was more or less Gemma practically draped over his giant frame and standing on his feet to do so or that Baron Corbin had about as much rhythm as Carlton from Fresh Prince and maybe slightly more than Urkel from Family Matters. She lowered her hand, resting it over his heart and he squeezed her ass harder, drawing a squeak from her. “What’s on that chaotic little mind of yours, darlin?” Baron’s stubble grazed against her collarbone and she shivered while biting her lip. Every fucking time… He did this every fucking time he wanted to get out of something. She stared up at him with the vaguest hint of a smirk as she slowly shook her head no.

“Oh, we’re not leaving yet. I know exactly what you’re trying to do here.” Gemma purred, her lips lingering right over his pulse as she breathed in the scent of his cologne and smiled against his skin.

She wanted just one fucking night where he didn’t use sex as a diversion to get out of something he didn’t want to do. Just one.

“Aw, c’mon!” Baron grumbled, pouting because his attempt to get her to agree to leave hadn’t worked this time. Now he was going to have to figure out something else because clearly, she was catching onto him.

“Baron, you’re being a whole ass manchild. Just dance with me.. One more time… Please?”

Baron eyed her, a grumpy expression on his face that quickly turned to a smirk as he formed a plan of his own. Oh, he’d make her wish she’d taken him up on his offer to leave now. She wanted to dance?

Fine, they’d dance.

“Okay darlin.”

Gemma eyed him with a brow raised. She placed the back of her hand against his forehead and shook her head. “Okay, you don’t have a fever… You’re up to something.”

“Hey! I’m not always ‘up to something’ when I agree with you, princess. Sometimes I do it cos…” and he was dangerously close to saying those three words but at the same time, he was determined not to be that guy, the one who fell too hard and too easy and wore his heart on his sleeve. It wasn’t who he felt he was.

But he wanted to say it so bad.

“Because you’re up to something.” Gemma pouted, teasingly poking out her tongue at him as she rested her cheek against his chest and let out a contented sigh. “This feels nice.” her voice was giggly and muffled against the fabric of his tee shirt and Baron cleared his throat. The three words were still there, threatening to burst right out.

If he opened his mouth, he just knew they were coming out.

The thought had him tensing just a little and Gemma felt it the instant he did, raising her head to look up at him. “Everything okay?” with that soft and concerned look in her eyes. The same one that almost had him blurting out his true feelings on live television earlier when she’d pushed her way down to the ring just to make sure he was okay, post match against Roman Reigns. She shook her head. “You have got to stop thinking about shit that happens on the clock, do you hear me? Hey.. Focus, you giant goof.” Gemma was teasing gently, cupping his face in her hands, pulling his mouth against her own, rubbing herself against him. Her general thought process was that maybe if she made him focus his attention on her, then he wouldn’t think about it and get angry or upset all over.

He honestly disliked the whole gimmick but he’d never let that on. He missed the whole Lone Wolf idea he’d started with.

“If this is about that match earlier..” Gemma started, sighing as she shook her head.

“It actually has nothing to do with that.” Baron muttered quietly as his tongue parted her lips and he pulled her up his body so that he wasn’t bending too far and she wasn’t having to stretch herself out so much to kiss. Her legs circled his waist, squeezing and his hands gripped her ass doing the same as Baron deepened the kiss to a point where Gemma was starting to get dizzy from lack of oxygen.

The song continued to play in the background. Gemma whimpered into the kiss when she rubbed herself against him just a little harder and felt how hard he was through his jeans. Her fingertips raked his scalp and she went from mildly turned on to dripping wet as his mouth broke from her own to bite clumsily down her throat.

But she couldn’t just leave it alone.. That look in his eyes and the way he kissed her hard enough and dare say desperately enough to swell her lips and start them bruising when the kiss broke. “Oh? Well something is wrong..” she frowned as she tried to puzzle it out.

“Nothing is wrong.” Baron promised, grumbling lightly because she couldn’t just let it go. Very like her, actually. “Do you wanna dance or not, princess?” he didn’t mean for it to come out so impatient, but it did and he winced. “Sorry, just.. Maybe you’re right. Maybe it is earlier.”

… just say the words, damn…

The thought wouldn’t just be pushed out like usual and it wound up with Baron pulling her into another dizzying and bruising kiss. A step backwards had them sitting on one of the velvet covered couches that lined the wall closest to them and now Gemma was in his lap. She broke the kiss, backing away to look at him a few seconds as if she were contemplating something, but he was pulling her mouth back against his hungrily, his hand venturing up the ultra short hem of the little second skin fitting black tube dress that currently encased her body and showcased her curves and made him want nothing more than to pull her into a private and darkened room and rip it right off her body. One of her stilettos hit the floor with a quiet thud, followed by the other, the fact going unnoticed by both parties. Baron’s hand was now cupping her cunt, squeezing and he sucked in a sharp breath when he realized that she was practically dripping already. It only pushed him forward, his mouth dancing down the side of her neck, his teeth latching on to sensitive skin there and making her shiver all over as he left an even bigger mark on her.

By the end of the night, even if he didn’t say the words.. She was going to be covered in bite marks and handprints and little bruises here and there.. And preferably so damn sore that she didn’t dare ask him if he wanted to go out to another nightclub the next night because she wasn’t going to want to move.

And if he managed that, he’d happily carry her everywhere. Since he secretly enjoyed doing it and he often made up any excuse just to grab her up and put her over his shoulders or slide her up his body and let her wrap herself around him and cling… or scoop her up and carry her like he was carrying her over the threshold.

That last thought caught him by enough surprise that he actually stopped what he was doing and blinked a time or two.

“Baron?” Gemma questioned, her voice soft and panted against his mouth as she tried to take his face in her hands and guide his mouth back to her own. Baron’s hand stopped squeezing and rubbing her cunt and she pouted because at least with him rubbing and squeezing like he had been, she’d been getting some form of friction. When she went to rock herself right over the bulge strained and about to burst through the denim of his jeans, he chuckled and slyly shook her head no, muttering against her ear, “I thought you wanted to dance.”

“I do, but..”

“But?”

Gemma pouted and leaned in, rocking herself back and forth over his lap as his hand ventured up higher, to the waistband of her panties. She felt the second he ripped them away, tugging the torn fabric off her and shoving them into his pocket with a softer version of his usual smug smirk. “But I also want you. There’s just somethin about the way you’re touchin me and stuff right now, I…”

“I know, darlin.” Baron’s mouth buried just above the top of her dress, below her collarbone and as she rocked against him, he bucked himself up into her. “This is the only kind of dancin’ you’re really good at anyway.” Gemma sighed and giggled softly, making Baron give that cocky smirk as he stood.

“We’re leavin.”

“My shoes!”

Baron grumbled but let her hop down long enough to put her shoes back onto her feet and then he was pulling her back up his body all over again, and heading towards the nearest exit out of the club and into the lobby of the building.

His intentions had honestly been to at least attempt getting her upstairs to their room, but between what he was fighting to keep himself from saying and her just… Being the ultimate temptation, he couldn’t just wait a few lousy floors. So, the second they were inside an elevator, he was pushing the brake. Gemma eyed him, giggling.

“Baron?”

“Want you so fuckin much, princess. You don’t know what you do to me, do ya?” he grabbed hold of her hand and guided it down the front of his jeans, bucking against her palm. Gemma swallowed hard, nodding. “I… kind of felt that earlier.”

She got the feeling that Baron was trying to say something else entirely. Something that might just make him uncomfortable. She stared up at him a few seconds, head tilted slightly, gripping the waistband of his jeans as she tugged at the hem of his black tee shirt, tugging that upwards and over his head. Baron plucked it from her hand and placed it over the security camera aimed right at them.

“And I know what I do to you.” Baron muttered huskily as her back met the wall because he was pressing into her so heavily. His hand slipped back up the hem of her little black dress, squeezing her cunt, staring down at her as he breathed heavily. By now she’d gotten her hand into his pants and her hand was circling his cock, pumping long and slow and careful. His fingertip brushed between dripping folds as he nipped at her ear when leaning down “You’re already turned on…? I barely did anything.”

“You’re surprised?” Gemma panted as she rocked her hips against his fingers as they worked her open and buried past the knuckle. “ You’re just good like that.” she gasped, her strokes getting erratic as he added a finger and started to rub at her clit, working his fingers over the circle of nerves.

“I am, huh?”

Gemma bit her lip, staring up at him a second or two. “You don’t need me to tell you that.” she started, but stopped mid sentence, just… watching the look in his eyes. It wasn’t just sheer blind lust tonight like usual… there was something else there, something deeper lurking beneath the surface. Before Gemma could do what she’d been heavily considering, hitting her knees in front of him and tugging down his pants to blow him like she was dying to, Baron had her hand out of his pants and he was shaking his head, biting his lip. He withdrew his own hand from beneath her dress and raised the fingers just buried deep in her pussy to his lips, groaning as they slipped between, his free hand on her chin, fixing it so that she had to watch his reaction to tasting her, a lewd growl slipping out as he lowered his jeans and boxers and tugged her dress up to around her waist, raising her thigh so that it was wrapped around his waist, his hand gripping it there as he drove into her deep and slow, muttering breathlessly against her mouth, “I’m gonna make it up to ya later, princess. Just.. Fuck.. I need you now. So much, baby girl.” Baron’s breathy growl as his mouth crashed against her own had Gemma whimpering as he started to fuck into her a little faster, his hips snapping against her, her hips meeting his eagerly. “Fuck, oh fuck, Baron.. I love it when you get like this.” her head fell back against the wall of the elevator and she gripped his shoulder, digging her nails into his skin as he sank his mouth down onto the opposite side of her neck to the one he’d already left littered with marks.

Before he could stop himself from saying it, it was out. “Fucking love you, Gemma. So much, baby. Fuck. It’s all I can..” he started to thrust deeper and slower to keep himself from coming, groaning at the way it felt to feel the excess juices from her thighs covering his cock, dripping out of her lazily. “Think about lately.”

Gemma gripped him tighter, mouth crashing against his mouth as she muttered back, “I love you too.” a whimper dying on her lips as soon as her saying it back seemed to unleash something in Baron and he was really driving into her hard and deep, his hips smacking against her own at an almost bruising pace as he let his mouth linger over any part of her he could get it on. She guided his mouth back down to hers and her breath caught in her throat as she felt him filling and stretching her even more, bringing her dangerously close to an almost blinding orgasm. Baron felt her tighten around his cock and he growled the command against her lips, “C’mon, princess. Let go… Wanna feel…” as his tongue pushed between them, parting them and dominating her tongue in a slippery and sloppy and biting kiss. Her hands were all over him now and Baron muttered against her mouth, “Ever kissed somebody when you were gettin off? Because I haven’t.. And I wanna try.” his grip on her thigh slipping slightly only to have him correct that and grip it tighter, raising her leg a little bit higher and causing him to bottom out just as her orgasm shattered through and she deepened the kiss, her teeth clenching his bottom lip between as she muttered a quiet, “Don’t stop, fuck.. I wanna be filled up.”

“Oh you do, hmm?” Baron responded, letting her cling to her as he fucked her straight through her orgasm and right into his own, his cock throbbing and filling her up with his release, their juices mixing and dripping as they clung to each other, kissing and biting and trying to come down from it all.

Gemma tugged down her dress and Baron pulled up his jeans, tucking himself back into his pants, buttoning and zipping them and Gemma leaned against him heavily, trying to get herself together, staring up at him intently. He seemed more at ease.

“ I really meant it. Like… i didn’t mean it to come out like that, just…” Baron’s gaze dropped to his biker boots and Gemma took his face in her hands, making him look at her instead. “I know you meant it. I did too, by the way… I hope that means you’re gonna… Carry me?” she asked carefully, watching his lips turn upwards into a smile as he nodded and bent, scooping her up into his arms.

She winced as his arm brushed against her back and he eyed her in concern. “You okay, princess?”

“That rail dug into my back.. It’s whatever, I was not about to ruin the mood, it felt entirely too good to stop.”

“Damn right it did, princess. I’ll look at it when we’re in our room, ‘kay?”

“Okay.” Gemma mumbled as she pressed a gentle kiss against his lips and muttered in a quieter tone, “You’re an actual softie. I like it.”

“Only for you. Everybody else can get fucked, honestly.”  Baron shrugged it off as if it were nothing but honestly, just hearing her say that had him grinning like an idiot on the inside and definitely put him more at ease given what he’d said in the heat of the moment and meant with everything in him….

[snarkwrites]

sprung spring | perfect | tim speedle {m}

PROMPTS USED:

Roommates + massage + shy + first kiss / first time together + heavy eye contact + “You have no idea what you do to me.” + thigh riding + on a couch

NOTES:

First of all, yes. yes, I did steal this from an Ed Sheeran song title. We’ve discussed just how bad I am at naming things, so you are all aware of this yes? Secondly... This one ends kind of... abruptly. But.. I felt like it was too good and perfect to keep pushing through and taint the feel I was going for, you feel me? Third.. If anyone wants me too -and bothers me enough, I miiiight be tempted to make this into a fic somehow. Because I have ideas, I just dunno if people wanna see those ideas.

Special thank you of the huge variety to my bb @micolegg​ for looking this over as far as the ending was concerned. I love you for doing it. 

WARNINGS:

Uhh... sex on a couch; unprotected, biting... An overwhelming amount of the fluffy shit here. Oops rip.

PAIRING:

Tim Speedle x OFC, Viv 

TAGGING:

@chasingeverybreakingwave​ because they’re the only one who listed themselves as wanting to be on said list for CSI. If you want to be tagged in any of my multifandom fanfics, please go [here] and add yourself, otherwise, I won’t tag you. 

The files spread beside Tim on the couch and piled on the table close by had Viv shaking her head as she stepped into the door of their apartment, dropping her keys on the end table next to the door. She cleared her throat and leaned against the door, nodding to the files and folders.

“I thought you were going to ease back into work. That doesn’t look like easing, Speed.” Viv slunk over, sprawling dramatically on the couch. Tim chuckled quietly, closing the file he’d been looking at, taking the legal pad he’d had sitting on his lap and stacking it neatly on top. Despite his best efforts, brown eyes traveled slowly over long legs and then back up, grateful that for the time being, she wasn’t looking at him to catch him.

If she had one tenth of a clue what she did to him… the thought died away and Tim took a deep breath, clearing his throat as he prepared to address her dramatic entrance. “Hard day?”

“If one more kid hits on me, I swear to God… I’m their teacher, what the hell… that’s gross!” Viv rose to sit, turning to face Tim, licking her lips as she caught herself getting lost in his eyes. It happened a lot, she always hoped to God he never caught on to just how much she did it and why.

So far, her luck had been holding since the summer of their eleventh grade year, when her parents hired him to teach her Algebra II when she flunked it and wound up repeating the course. So far, Tim Speedle was utterly clueless just how deep in love with him she was.

He thought they were just best friends, so he didn’t even bat an eye when she uprooted herself from their old hometown and moved to Miami after he recovered from life threatening injury. He didn’t even bat a lash when she was in one of her wilder moods and dared to flirt with him, teasing a little bit, either.

And lately, it was getting harder and harder not to do that. She found herself on the verge of almost blurting everything out almost daily now that they lived together. She wanted more. She wanted him to be her man.

Tim clearing his throat had her putting a halt to the train of thought and quickly trying to do her best to seem as if everything was perfectly fine. She nodded to the files and notepad on the table in front of them. “So.. What happened to easing back into work, exactly?” she moved to sit behind him as she asked the question because she’d seen the tension in his shoulders and she knew that as per usual, Tim Speedle was letting the job get to him. Diving in over his head when his doctors all said that he still needed to take it easy.

Tim’s mouth fell open and his head fell to the side slightly as he felt Viv’s legs wrap around his waist from behind and her hands began to move slowly and carefully across his shoulders, kneading in circular motions, the tension seeming to begin melting away almost in an instant.

Just the feel of her body pressing against his had him struggling for any shred of self control. Lately, where she was concerned, it seemed harder to do. He had to really fight to keep himself together around her and he secretly dreaded the fact that eventually, she’d start dating some guy.

… you could open your mouth; make a move…

The thought was only briefly entertained before Tim buried it, letting it fall by the wayside in favor of the massage Viv was giving him.

The groan slipped out before he could stop it and she gave a soft laugh, leaning in with her mouth next to his ear, the warmth of her breath tickling it as she asked in amusement, “Feel good, Timmy?”

“Mhm.”

“You were entirely too tense.” Viv mumbled. She found herself unable to resist the urge to press against his back again and when she did, she gasped because she got carried away and caught up in how good it felt to do so and he jumped a little in surprise because he hadn’t been expecting it.

“Yeah, well.. Apparently someone decided now was an awesome time to be a serial killer in Miami.” Tim retorted, turning his head slightly to gaze at Viv. She was still pressed against him and it felt good.

Too good, really.

“I’m not the only one who looks tense, Viv. Come on around here, darlin.” Tim patted his lap. Viv slipped out from behind him and got off the couch, sinking down into his lap, her back to him. As soon as those rough hands started to clumsily rub at her neck and shoulders, she had to bite down on her lower lip just to keep from making any number of unholy noises threatening to leave her mouth currently. She rocked around in his lap a little, trying to get settled and comfortable and Tim’s hands moved lower, down to below her shoulders. 

Tim tensed slightly, trying to shift himself so that she didn’t accidentally rub right against the way he was straining at baggy blue jeans and find out for herself. As his hands moved up and down her back and across her shoulders, he couldn’t help but hear the quiet little sounds she’d make or the way her breathing hitched now and then. He leaned in and muttered lazily against her ear, “Everything okay, Viv?”

“Oh yeah… yeah.” her eyes fluttered open and closed as his hands began to move in circles over her shoulders again and she couldn’t help but wiggle in his lap again because the massage in combination with the way his hands felt on her body was almost like sensory overload. It felt too good. She had to do something to cope. Tim grunted quietly and almost as soon as she happened to rock herself against the way he strained at his jeans, her eyes popped open wide.

Tim wanted to disappear into the couch. He cleared his throat abruptly, but rather than drop her gaze, he continued to stare directly at her with his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of something to say, anything to take out what he thought was awkwardness lingering heavy in the air between them.

Viv’s last bit of restraint snapped completely. One of them had to do something. The tension was so thick between them you could cut it with a knife. And given that she knew exactly how Tim Speedle operated, she took a calculated risk.

Scooting up into his lap more, she put a hand on either side of his face, pulling his mouth up against hers. Her tongue trailed lazily over the outline of his lips before prying them apart and slipping between them, dragging over his teeth slowly. His mouth opened more to give her better access and with a quiet whimper, Viv’s tongue slipped between his teeth, trailing lazily over his tongue, taking dominance of the kiss she’d just started.

Tim’s hands drifted down, away from her shoulders and down to her ass, squeezing, causing her to rock against the hefty bulge strained at his jeans. As the kiss broke and they pulled their mouths away from one another, he took a deep breath. Again, all he could do was stare at her in awe. He couldn’t get his mouth to work, couldn’t form words.

Tends to happen when everything you’ve ever really wanted just kind of presents itself to you out of the blue. Things were starting to click to place for him slowly, but he didn’t dare ask her if any of his suspicions were right.

She pressed against him more, baring down against the way the hefty bulge strained against his jeans. His fingers dug into her ass even more, rocking her back and forth over it and he leaned in, muttered against the shell of her ear, “That kiss… Were you trying to tell me something, darlin?” 

Viv paused, going still in his lap, eyes fixed on his lips again hungrily. She managed to stop staring at his lips to meet his gaze as she took his face in her hands and leaned in, just barely brushing her lips against his mouth as she answered, “You have no idea what you do to me.”

The hunger in her voice caught him totally off guard. Almost enough that when her mouth finally crashed against his, carefully and almost clumsily at first, with her pulling away slightly because it took a second or two for him to catch onto what was happening.

He caught her face in his hands, pulling her mouth against his own all over again. A hand left her cheek, slipping down her side, gripping her hip, fingertips digging in as the soft smack of their mouths meeting and the quiet mumbling and groaning filled the heavy silence between them. He could see her blushing and it had him chuckling quietly as he caressed her cheek just before deepening the kiss. “You blushin right now, darlin? Cute. Ya know,” he leaned in closer, catching her bottom lip between both of his, “you could always show me what I do to you. Because I think you know what you do to me.” guiding her core over the bulge strained almost painfully against his jeans. 

Her breath caught in her throat and his tongue slipped between her lips, dragging slowly over the outline of her teeth before slipping into her mouth, massaging her tongue lazily. Her hands caught in his hair, tugging at the back of his head, pulling his mouth in deeper as she continued to rock herself slowly over his lap. Hazel eyes fluttered open and shut as his hands dug into her hips and ass, squeezing, rocking her faster, pressing her against the hefty bulge until she was whimpering and her cunt was throbbing, her panties soaked and the insides of her thighs totally flooded. Her lips caught on his lower lip, tugging as he breathed out against her mouth, “If you wanna stop…”

“No. God no.” Viv panted as her mouth roamed down the side of his neck, latching onto skin, leaving behind marks. Tim bucked himself up into her, his hands kneading her ass as he took it all in. This was really happening.

Viv rocked herself against his thigh harder, baring down, getting wetter each and every single time she rubbed herself over it. Her cunt was throbbing, if she didn’t do something soon, she was going to lose her mind. She needed more friction. She wanted to rip his clothes off and sink down on his cock until he was buried completely inside her. Tim’s hands moved up her body, catching either side of her face in his hands, pulling her mouth against his all over again, greedily. A hand left her face, lowering between them, slipping up the insides of her thigh as he deepened the kiss to a point where they were breathing for and with each other. His teeth caught on her lip and he muttered shakily, “Me either… so we’re doing this…” as he gazed at her intently, waiting, holding his breath until he felt her press against him, her body molded to his and breathing into the heated kiss, “Oh, we’re definitely doing this.”

His hand moved higher up the inside of her thighs, cupping her cunt, rubbing the heel of his hand against it until she was squirming and shaky in his lap. His mouth broke from her mouth to move slowly down the side of her neck and he muttered into her skin quietly, “You know once we do this…” trailing off. Was he putting too much expectation on tonight? Her mumbled whisper against his mouth when she reached up and tilted his chin to make him meet her gaze had him reassured. “Everything changes. Finally.”

He blinked, a little shocked because not once in the entirety of their friendship had he once considered that maybe, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. The shock started to wear off, a devilish smirk tugging the corners of his mouth upward as he gently pushed her back flat against the couch, pressing himself down into her, his hips pinning her flat against the overstuffed cushions, the faint squeak of spring and leather joining the sound of the soft smack of their mouths meeting over and over again. He rose up, she sat up partially, gripping either side of the front of his shirt and pulling, sending a spray of flimsy sewn buttons scattering the room. Tugging the shirt off his arms, she tossed it over the back of the couch. Tim got her flat against the couch again, his hands going up the bottom of the pencil skirt she was wearing, slipping beneath the flimsy band of her underwear and tugging until they snapped in two quietly. He pulled them free from her body and tossed them onto the hardwood floor, turning his attention to the skirt still very much in his way. He pulled it down and she shook her feet to let it settle on the floor, gazing up at him hungrily. Her hand went to his jeans, unbuttoning the button and slowly pulling down the zipper.

Tim stood, letting his jeans and underwear hit the floor, kicking them free at the ankles, sinking back down onto the couch, positioning himself over her, pressing her into the cushions all over again, his mouth crashing against her mouth hungrily as he gripped both sides of her button up shirt and pulled it open, letting her raise up so he could take it off. Her bra was torn away next and during this, he didn’t break the kiss a single time, until there was nothing between the two of them left and it was skin against skin. 

"You're so fucking beautiful, princess." Tim muttered against her throat as his mouth strayed from hers. "Gonna make you feel so good, you know that right?"

"Mhm." Viv muttered as her eyes fluttered open and shut, the warmth of his tongue and the way his lips felt against her skin making her gasp, sending another wave of warm wetness to pool between her thighs. “You always do, Tim.” she panted as his mouth worked lower, trailing across the swell of her breasts, his hands all over her, gripping and squeezing and rubbing her against him. Each time she rubbed against him, she felt her cunt starting to throb harder with need. He was teasing her now and she realized this. It had her pouting up at him, too.

Tim's hand moved up the inside of her thighs and he growled quietly when his fingertips came away coated with her juices. Leaning down and pressing himself into her he muttered in a hushed tone, "Fuck, you're so wet for me already,princess." making her blush all over again under his lust filled gaze as he slipped his fingers between his lips, a lewd groan coming as the taste of her filled his mouth. 

“Tim, you’re teasing me.” Viv pouted up at him. Tim shook his head, leaning in, pressing himself against her and pinning her hips flat against the couch as he pinned her hands to either side of her head with his own and his mouth latched onto hers all over again. “I’m not.”

“You are.” Viv gasped, rocking herself against him. Tim’s teeth latched on her lower lip when he felt his cock slide between dripping folds, just to keep himself from growling out loud. “I told you, darlin. Not teasing you.” he groaned against her mouth as he started to bury his cock in her, slowly, inch for inch. He wanted her to feel every little bit of this. His grip on her body and the back of the couch tightened and he started to pound away, hard and slow, deep and steady thrusts that had the couch creaking quietly, the leather squealing quietly with every move they made on it. “You feel so good. Taking me so well.” Tim gasped against her neck as he started to fuck into her a little faster; not too fast though because he wanted this to last. He wanted to take his time and savor the moment. 

“C’mon, baby, faster. Harder. I’m not gonna break, Tim.” Viv nipped at his lips and neck hungrily, her mouth latching onto his, tugging at it, her tongue slipping past his lips as she continued to meet each deep and long and almost painfully slow drive into her aching cunt with her own thrusts upward, their hips smacking louder and louder. The closer she got to an orgasm, the more he slowed down until she was on the verge of tears, begging for it.

“Oh no, nope. We’re not in a hurry, doll.” Tim drawled lazily against her skin as he continued to drive into her deep, his cock brushing right against her G spot three or four times in a row, making the ache settled in her cunt triple. Viv was nearly seeing stars by now, and every other word that left her mouth was begging. More, harder, faster.

But deep down, she did appreciate the fact that he wasn’t just pounding away at her like she wanted. This was the man she’d fallen in love with as a teenager and that feeling had only grown so much stronger the more she got to know of him. She was so in love with him now that she knew she’d never find her way back. He liked to take his time. He liked making her feel good, whether it be right now, as a lover, or back then, as a best friend, when she’d have a shitty day and he’d come by her parents house with burgers from his dad’s restaurant and a stack of movies that he wasn’t crazy about but he knew she liked.

It was the little things with him.

She wound her fingers through his, eyes locked on his, almost blown away by the mixture of love and lust in his gaze. He chuckled quietly and slowed to an almost stop, pressing down into her more as he went totally still, giving her a deep and gentle kiss, his tongue trailing over earlier bruises left behind because of the intensity of their first kisses and he muttered after a second or two, “Everything alright, darlin?”

“Everything is perfect, Tim.” 

“It is, isn’t it?” Tim mumbled against her mouth as he started to fuck into her all over again, so much slower that it was almost torture….

[snarkwrites]

spring sprung | faster baby | pietro maximoff {m}

Notes: 

Okay, so... I have seriously been lacking in the writing department lately, and I think I just needed a little break. I won’t even get into everything here, but... I’m back and I bring you bathroom counter sex with Pietro Maximoff... An attempt to knock off the rust that comes when I don’t write for a bit. I really hope this is good, or at least halfway decent.

This is one of my OG marvel characters, Nicola Barton. I did a few things with her and Pietro or Peter Quill in private and on one or two of my older blogs, so this is a hinted at pre-established connection. I’m toying with actually writing fanfiction (chaptered ones) with some of my OC’s for the marvel cinematic universe, i do not know yet.. we shall see.

Also... I used Slovak in here. The term is kvietok and presumably it means flower.

Prompts used: 

Heavy‌ ‌kissing‌ ‌/‌ ‌heavy‌ ‌makeout‌ ‌ ‌+‌ ‌masturbation,caught‌ ‌masturbating‌ ‌+‌ ‌animalistic‌ ‌desires‌

Character: 

Pietro Maximoff

Warnings:

unprotected shower smut & that’s honestly about it. Apparently Pietro also has a bit of a biting kink too, oops rip.

TAGGING:

@micolegg​ @chasingeverybreakingwave​  @rampagewriting​ @heelsamizayn​  @missjenniferb​ @xladyxfatex​  -- if anyone else wants to be tagged in my multifandom writing, please go here and add yourself. Otherwise, I’ll go back to tagging no one, because that’s who is currently on this particular list.

                                 P I E T R O & N I C O L A in

                               Faster baby,

All she wanted was a nice cold shower. A few minutes to herself to kind of attempt to unstick the mental image of a shirtless Pietro sparring out in the barn with her father so that it didn’t keep popping up and taunting her. Grabbing her favorite bath bomb, a pair of comfy sweats and a cropped tee shirt left over from cheer camp 3 years before, she stepped through the door that joined her bedroom to the bathroom.

She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn’t hear the water running… Or Pietro Maximoff, practically growling her name from inside the shower as his hand circled his thick length, his breathing heavy, his eyes clouded with lust as he imagined himself pressing her against the shower wall and pounding her until she couldn’t stand. Pietro was so caught up in his own fantasies that he didn’t hear the door opening. He could only feel the rush as his orgasm began to build.

The second Nicola realized that she’d burst in on Pietro completely naked, she spun around, eyes covered and her cheeks burning hot. The image of water racing over the well defined muscular body was seared into her brain now and for a second or two, all she could do was surrender to the awe of it as it lingered there, dancing lazily in front of her eyes. Again, taunting her. Teasing her with what she wanted but knew she didn’t dare have.

“Jesus Christ, don’t you lock doors, Maximoff?” Nicola snapped, feeling herself tense up all over again. If the tension built within her just a little more, she was going to explode. If she didn’t get some form of release soon, this living situation was going to drive her absolutely batshit insane.

“You are the one who just barged in, Barton.” Pietro snipped, trying to calm down. His heart was thudding lazily against his chest and he tried not to show it, but right now was possibly the most flustered he’d ever been.

And that was saying something when one took into consideration the amount of times he’d had a close encounter with her since she’d shown up at home the week before. One particular time, when he’d found her sunning down by the pond just at the edge of the woods came rushing right back to his mind and his jaw clenched as he tried to will himself not to think about it.

Because thinking about it… Or watching her help her father fix a fence earlier, the way she’d discarded her shirt in favor of the bikini top beneath when the sun above got too hot for her… Those were the very reasons he was even in the bathroom in the first place. Now he was worried that she might have heard him groaning and growling her name a few minutes before...Just the thought had him tensing up and preparing for some remark or something of that nature from her. He found himself surprised when he met her gaze and not only did she seem tense all over, but she was still turned away… And he saw her steal a quick peek through her fingertips as they hovered over her eyes. It had him curious because normally, all the two did was argue back and forth for the most part. Or have awkward encounters like this particular one was shaping to be.

If he made her as tense as she kept him…. Pietro shoved the intrusive thought out of his head because there was no way in hell she possibly wanted him like that… Was there?

“Because I didn’t think anyone was in here.” Nicola turned to find Pietro still standing there, a towel slung dangerously low around his hips now. She took a shaky breath and bit her lip, trying to force herself to look at literally anything around her but him.

Pietro tensed under her dancing gaze and he found himself wondering again if she’d heard him groaning her name just now. If she had one tenth of a clue what he’d been doing in the shower, he found himself wondering as a smirk filled his face, just how would she react to it?

Parts of him wanted to tease her with it a little, just the way she seemed to enjoy teasing and baiting him almost ninety five percent of the time.

He stepped closer and so did she and their bodies bumped together softly.

“You’re in my way…” Nicola blurted it out even though the way he felt pressed against her was almost sheer heaven and the last thing she wanted was for Pietro to move. In fact, as the words left her mouth, she was shuffling closer. 

A water droplet dripped from damp and darkened hair, falling to his nose and rolling down the sharp slope, then down his lips. Nicola swallowed hard as her eyes fixed on the water droplet’s journey down full and very kissable lips. Then down lower, rolling down his neck.

She didn’t even realize just how distracted she truly was until she was snapped back into the moment by Pietro clearing his throat as he stared her down intently. “And yet, you are moving closer.” 

That amused look in his eye had her bristling at the comment and she bit her lip, clearing her throat. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came so she closed it again. Before she realized what she was doing, she was raising her hand and trailing a fingertip right down the center of his damp chest, the feel of his heart racing beneath her fingertip enough to make her smirk also as she raised her gaze. “You’re not moving either.”

And he moved alright. Closer. A hand clenched into a fist becoming unclenched and lowering, lightly gripping her side. He stared down at pouty lips intently, found himself wondering what exactly she’d do if he just went in for the kill and kissed her until neither of them could breathe.

Nicola could feel him getting hard through the towel and she barely managed to stop herself from whimpering. His hand squeezed her hip tighter and she swallowed harder. Her heart was absolutely pounding now but she managed to make herself look up at him and meet his gaze intently, a pout forming because he’d yet to respond to her.

Pietro chuckled quietly, speaking up again. “Maybe it is because I don’t want to move. And maybe, you don’t want me to either. Am I right, kvietok?” 

Nicola let out a ragged breath and her mouth opened and closed. She glared, but about a second into glaring up at him, that glare softened… Jade colored eyes seemed to both darken and brighten and if the heat rising to her cheeks was anything to go by, Nicola knew she had a snowball in hell’s chance of getting herself out of this.

And honestly? She didn’t want to.

She was too tired of fighting temptation. And now he was offering it up on a silver platter. Or it certainly felt that way.

Any remaining willpower that Nicola Barton had left within snapped with the rough hands and their gentle squeeze on her hips when he pulled her closer, boldly rubbing her right up against him as he chuckled against her hair. His finger slipped beneath her chin, tilting it so that she had no choice but to look him directly in the eyes.

“I asked you a question, kvietok. You will answer.” Pietro did his best at a calm outward appearance but half of him honestly half expected Nicola to slap him or something, parts of him were afraid of crossing one line too many, that he was being entirely too forward here when acting on his hunch about this lingering tension between the two.

He leaned down a little, his nose bumping lightly against the tip of hers. Her breath caught in her throat and the whimper came quietly. He felt the shiver as it passed through her body. “Don’t like it when someone else is doing the teasing…Do you, kvietok?”

“I wasn’t…” Nicola tried to say she hadn’t been teasing him, but she knew she’d be lying if she said it, so she went quiet. The warmth from his body enveloped her and she found herself leaning against him just a little, almost cautious. “Okay, fine. I want you. I want you so much and it’s driving me insane! Is that what you wanted to hear, Pietro?”

Nicola braced herself for the laughter and the teasing that she was at least ninety nine percent certain were coming her way, but instead, Pietro seemed to snap.

It took longer than she would’ve liked but finally, he had her back against the door to the small upstairs bathroom and the lock clicked shut softly. He towered over her, staring down intently. His towel was slipping even lower and Nicola’s gaze fixed on it, an almost needy whine escaping when she realized just how much she wanted the towel out of her way.

And her clothes. Those had to go too.

“Raise your leg,kvietok.” the muttered command came against the side of her neck and Nicola raised her leg to his hip. HIs hands immediately wandered down to her thigh and her ass, squeezing and rubbing as he let their bodies rub against each other, building the friction between them to a point where he felt her tensing and shivering at his every touch, each breath taken against her skin as his mouth moved over it.

He’d done everything but actually kiss her yet and he could tell it was driving her crazy. She kept trying to grab his cheeks and guide his mouth up to her own but he’d merely shake his head and then drop it again, letting his mouth roam over her neck… Or her throat and outward, dancing almost suggestively over each of her collarbones, grazing his teeth against soft flesh.

Nicola’s thighs clenched. Practically dripping, she tried again to drive his mouth back to her own, dying to kiss him at last, a frustrated moan coming quietly when again, he managed to dissuade her attempt. For as fast as the Sokovian male moved normally, when in seductive mode, he seemed to move almost painfully slow. Rough hands wandered beneath the hem of her tee shirt, her back tapping against the door softly with each little press he made into her body. Her hand raised as she rose to tiptoe, coming to rest against his cheek, those velvety lips brushing faintly against his mouth which fell open all too eagerly.

He’d been wanting this, dreaming of this, since earlier in the month when she came back to the farm. Her tongue darted out, slipping over the outline of his mouth and he bucked into her, giving a quiet growl as lust blown blue eyes roamed hungrily, darkening to almost navy. His hand slipped idly beneath the band at the bottom of her bra and he palmed at her breasts, a pleased smirk playing at his lips as she shivered at the touch and when he pulled away, she pouted.

“That is all you had to say, kvietok.” huskily mumbled words against her throat, the lust in his voice making it almost the perfect lazy drawl. His hips thrust against her suggestively and when she rubbed against him urgently, clinging to his body, his teeth caught on her throat, tugging carefully at skin.

She lowered her hand, letting it linger at the loose tied knot in the front of the towel around his hips. One little touch and the towel fell free. She gave a soft whimper filled giggle at it happening, a hand raised to her mouth as if to silently say Oops. Pietro pressed himself into her harder, his hand slipping from beneath her bra to tear her shirt off and throw it onto the floor where his towel had only just been discarded, he managed to do this all while peppering in light and heavy kisses and as much groping as he could manage with his free hand. After working the clasps of her bra free, it wound up tossed behind Pietro, settling on the edge of the hamper in the corner behind the door before slipping down, settling onto the floor. His hands wandered down between them, fingers tugging in the waistband of the black running shorts she’d been wearing, tugging them down. Fingertips snagged in the thin straps holding a pair of neon pink panties in place and soon those joined the rest of the clothing on the floor and his palm rested against her bare cunt, squeezing as his mouth worked it’s way back up her neck.

By the time his mouth finally latched onto her lips, crashing against them as her mouth fell open easily, beyond ready for that first kiss, he could feel her juices dripping against his palm and this only made him press against her harder, rubbing himself against her as his palm squeezed her cunt even more. When she rubbed against him in response, he growled into the kiss, deepening it, his tongue clashing with her tongue almost desperately as her fingers dragged over his scalp, tangling in thick light brown locks and tugging as if she wanted to deepen the kiss even more. He was starting to feel dizzy, lacking oxygen and broke the kiss, letting them both catch their breath as he lifted her and sat her on the counter nearby, pressing into her again almost immediately and mumbling huskily against her mouth in a mixture of Sokovian and English.

Nicola whimpered and clung to him as she danced her mouth down his neck, leaving a string of purpling bite marks and hickies against pale skin. Pietro continued to mumble, telling her in detail exactly what he’d been doing before she burst into the bathroom on her, smirking as every word he muttered against her lips,neck and throat seemed to have her squirming, rubbing against him, her legs circling his waist with her heels digging into his backside for leverage. The way she went from wet to dripping and he could feel it each time the tip of his cock just barely grazed against her opening.

She gripped his jaw, making him stop to look up at her. “Now...please?”

Pietro swallowed hard, a teasing gleam in his eye as his mouth brushed against hers enough that he could tease his tongue over the outline of kiss swollen lips. She rubbed herself against him with more urgency than he expected out of her and even though the idea of continuing to tease her like she’d been unknowingly doing to him for weeks now was a tempting one, his remaining shred of resolve to do so melted away and all he could do was nod as he slid her forward on the counter so that she was closer to him. Her hand dipped down, circling his cock and he groaned, bucking into her hand, a shiver passing through him as she guided it along dripping folds. “Now you are teasing me, kvietok.”

“A little, yeah.” came her breathy reply against his neck. He sank the tip into her core, stopping to pull her into another deep and heavy kiss as he continued to slip his cock into her throbbing sex slowly, inch for inch. When she tensed, he stilled, capturing her mouth in another kiss. Nicola felt herself being stretched and filled - nearly overfilled, and gasping as the pain began to subside, she lifted her face to his, her mouth crashing against his lips, her teeth latching onto his lower one to tug as she rocked her hips against him a little, trying to get him to move again, a needy whine filling the air and almost shattering the silence that had gathered in the room around them.

Remembering that pretty much everyone was still very much awake and around the farmhouse, Pietro pressed the side of his finger against her lips, a breathy whisper against the shell of her ear, “You have to be quiet, kvietok.”

“Why do I have the feeling you’re gonna make that a challenge?” Nicola muttered softly against his neck as he started to fuck into her slower and harder, going deeper with each drive he made into her throbbing core. All he did was smirk at her and she pouted again, trying to rock her hips against him to meet his drives in the hopes of speeding them up even if only just a little. 

Oh, he intended to make it a challenge, alright. And given the way she was already shaking, her hips were already trying to collide with his on every deep thrust he made, it was a challenge he felt fairly confident he’d win. She might not scream or be loud, but… She’d be a shaking and whimpering wet mess when he was done with her. 

But his bets were on her getting loud. He wanted her loud, his name echoing off the bathroom tiles as he pounded into her hard, slow and deep.

“Feels good, kvietok?” he muttered against her ear with a dark chuckle as she writhed around, her hips meeting his eagerly, her heels digging into his backside more and more with each deep drive into her cunt. “I asked you if this feels good.” his tone had her whimpering, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she gasped against his mouth when it conquered her own yet again just as she prepared to answer, “So good… C’mon, Pietro… can’t you go a little faster? Please?”

Rather than faster, he slammed into her deeper, long and slow drives. His hands drifted up and down her sides, gripping her hips as he kept her from trying to speed them up. She moaned louder, the sound echoed off of the bathroom wall loudly. In her desperate attempt to get some kind of leverage, she reached out to grip the counter and sent a bottle of shampoo clattering to the floor with a heavy thud instead. Footsteps outside the door had them both going quiet as possible, Pietro going still, his thick cock buried deep in her heat as he pulled her into a kiss just to keep her from whimpering or anything and giving away what was going on in the bathroom at the moment.

She nipped at his lip and when he started to fuck into her at a slow and steady pace all over again, it was all she could do to keep from screaming his name and drawing the attention of whoever happened to be passing by the bathroom outside all over again.

The footsteps got further down the hall and Nicola begged against his ear, “C’mon. Need to feel you now.” and it was enough to spur Pietro into movement again, chuckling against her mouth and then her neck, sucking in a sharp breath as the slightest tilt of her hips had him hitting a new spot and it felt entirely too good to stop.

It definitely felt better than his hand had earlier. 

“You do,hmm?”

“Yes. I… -oh fuck.” Nicola’s head fell back, almost hitting the edge of the mirror behind her, but Pietro’s quick reflexes had him putting his hand behind her head so she didn’t and he buried his mouth against her neck, latching on, leaving a mark. His hips snapped against her erratically and when his cock bottomed out buried deep inside her, he growled against her skin, teeth sinking into the purpling circle of flesh and drawing a moan out of her. A moan that was quickly swallowed by the kiss when Pietro thought he heard footsteps approaching the door again. Again he went still, kissing her, leaning into her heavily as she glared at the door and he chuckled quietly, a brow raised.

“Every single time I get close.” Nicola pouted, turning her attention back to Pietro, rocking herself over his length, moving herself even more into his arms so that his cock sank in to the hilt, drawing out a moan that was only barely covered by her crashing her mouth against Pietro’s mouth, his tongue tracing her teeth and then slipping between them to tangle with her tongue, distracting her from getting any louder. If they had the house all to themselves, he’d be relishing every single whimper and moan, each time she cried out his name. He’d be moaning and growling, especially when she rocked those hips to meet his thrusts the way she was and as a result, had him bottoming out all over again.

“So you’re close, hmm… Can’t wait to feel you, kvietok.” Pietro urged as his own orgasm grew to an intensity that had his hips stammering and had him going still, doing anything he possibly could to stop himself and hold off for her. Teeth grazed against skin all over again, almost animalistic was the desire to leave his mark behind all over her. Just the thought of seeing those marks again after this and knowing he was the reason they were there… that she was his… His heart raced and he muttered in a low and lust filled whisper, “Are you mine?”

“All yours.” Nicola promised without any hesitation, her orgasm building to an almost dizzying height. Her head fell back again, hitting Pietro’s hand and she moaned, the sound swallowed whole by his mouth as he rushed to catch her in another kiss. 

When he attempted to slow them down again, she whimpered and begged him not to stop, her legs squeezing his body tight as her walls clenched his length. Pietro growled quietly, hips snapping frantically now, driving into her harder and deeper, faster like she wanted at last as her juices covered his cock, making him groan and growl and sending him racing over the edge himself. 

Nicola nipped at his neck and dug her fingertips into his shoulder as she rocked her hips against him, meeting his erratic thrusts with her own. “Pietro. Oh.. Oh fuck.. That’s it.. Mmm.” chorused, echoing off the walls as she tried not to get so loud that anyone who might be lingering out in the hall caught wind of what was happening. The feeling of his cock throbbing, buried deep inside her, filling her so that the excess slowly leaked down her thighs had her nipping at his neck even more, giving a soft laugh as he tilted her chin, drawing her into a deeper and slower kiss as they came down from the high of their orgasm. 

“And now, an actual shower.” Nicola mumbled lazily as her lips danced over his collar bones and sent a shiver racing down his spine. Pietro nodded in agreement, reaching out to start the water in the shower all over again...

[snarkwrites]

wild winter | choke me; steve rogers ; suggestive

PROMPTS USED:

Types of Sexual Contact:

– breath play ( ie, choking)

– restraint ( if you squint, for like a whopping 3 seconds)

– power struggle ( Roxy, normally a submissive takes over )

– lapdance

– heavy makeout implied

Location:

– Undercover, on a mission, at a strip club Roxy formerly worked at.

WARNINGS: So no smut here, but.. Lapdances and lots of groping, + Steve realizing that his girlfriend miiight be more kinky than sweet and innocent. Choking and restraint briefly, if you squint. It’s implied that there was an argument prior to this, so… Makeup sex implied. Maybe one day I’ll write it out but today is not that day, clearly. Enjoy!

PAIRING: Captain America & OFC, Roxy

Steve was sitting on the literal edge of his seat, his eyes glued to Roxy in the flimsy little costume she was wearing to appear as if she were one of the ‘girls’ who worked the club. Bucky gave him a nudge and leaned in, whispered quietly, “Doesn’t feel so great, huh?” with a bit of a smirk. Steve grumbled and shook his head firmly.

He hated watching the men put their hands on her. He hated the thought of her having to go up on stage. He hated the dress she’d chosen. All he wanted to do was shove through the crowd and grab her, drag her off to the first dark corner of the club he could find and remind her who her man was because the flirt mode was out in full force tonight and it was… Driving him insane.

The fact that she just sort of went against him and offered herself up as bait for this because she already had an in at the place as a former dancer, well… That had them arguing the entire way to their destination. And she’d gone into the back without even a word.

He wasn’t used to this whole silent treatment thing, but having had time to calm down… Steve Rogers realized two things.

One, he’d been stubborn and wrong in some of the things he’d said, some of the reasons he’d given as not wanting her to offer herself as bait. He realized where she might have thought he was implying she was weaker or something somehow, when that clearly wasn’t the case. Two, a jealous side that he never even previously knew existed was displaying itself full force right now.

If he got any more tense, he’d probably manage to separate the battered wooden edging that ran the length of the bar away from it. He bit his lip as he watched her moving through the crowd, conversing as if she were old friends with every damn guy in the room. He was watching her so intently that he saw the exact moment she managed to pinch both keycard and flash drive off of the target.

But when she didn’t make her way back over right away, Steve stood. Bucky reached out and groaned inwardly when he saw that look in his friend’s eyes. “Goddamn it, Steve.”

“What the hell is she doing?” Steve muttered as he managed to start shoving through the crowd. He caught up to Roxy in a darkened hallway, the bass heavy music seeming to make the walls pulse beneath his hand as it rested against. His other hand went to her lower back and he hissed against her ear, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to the back. To change.” Roxy’s eyes fluttered open and shut as she felt his chest press firmer into her back and he muttered calmly “That wasn’t part of the plan”.

She swallowed hard and was preparing to turn herself around to explain herself better, but then all hell broke loose around them. Sheer quick thinking had Steve grabbing hold of her arm and putting it behind her back and putting the other hand at her throat because he felt like if anything, given his current disguise, he could make it seem as if he were one of the higher ups within the organization taking Roxy out somewhere more private. Roxy gasped out quietly, “I suppose this is a bad time to mention that being choked and restrained in any way? A serious turn on.” which had Steve swallowing hard and biting back a growl as he felt himself getting even harder than he had been watching her flit about barely dressed and up on stage dancing, grinding against a pole. He felt her ass brazenly rub right against the bulge strained against his jeans and he nipped at the side of her neck in warning. “We need to get out of here.”

When it turned out to be an overly drunk club goer trying to solicit a dancer, they both let out a relieved deep breath. Roxy pouted as he let go of her arm and lowered his hand from her throat and she turned to stare up at him, her fingers toying with the upturned collar of his leather jacket as she tried to give her heart a few seconds to climb down out of her throat. She forgot how scary this club was, how volatile everyone seemed to be.

“I was trying to slip out discreetly.. After I changed. Because god forbid you go all pouty all over again.” Roxy tilted her head slightly, gazing up at him a few seconds. “I was going to show you I could handle things on my own.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Steve swore to himself and sighed, antsy. “Can we maybe just go now? Get back to the compound?”

“Not yet.”

“Why not, woman?”

Roxy grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a black door at the end of the hall, locking it behind her. Steve swallowed hard, staring down at her intently as she walked a circle around him, openly fucking him with her eyes while doing so. “Doll?”

“Sit down, Captain Rogers.”

All Steve could do was groan quietly and sink down into the black velvet sitting chair he stood in front of. And as soon as he’d done that, Roxy was on her hands and knees, moving towards the chair slowly, licking her lips as she stared up at him.

She parted his legs, her hands roaming slowly up the insides of his thighs and Steve coughed, shifting in his seat, his eyes glued to her. He went to lean down and reach for her but she lowered his hands, giving a soft giggle as she shook her head no firmly. She made her way up, leaning against him heavily to whisper against his ear, “Oh no.. Did I tell you to touch?”

“But..”

“That’s not how it works in here… Captain.” Roxy was grinding against his lap and Steve gulped, biting his lip as he stared up at her. When he tried again, she reached out, grabbing hold of the collars of his jacket.

“For someone who’s all about the proper procedure, you’re not a good listener at all.”

“Maybe if you’d explain what the proper procedure is…” Steve’s head fell back as she started to lightly grind right against the bulge in his jeans. When she sank out of his lap and started to writhe around on the floor in front of him before raising slightly, popping the button on his waistband. Steve bucked upwards and groaned, his fingertips digging into the arms on the chair, his eyes fluttering open and shut. “Roxy?”

“Shh. Just relax, Captain. Relax and let me call the shots.”

She was raising up a little more, turning away from him and rubbing her ass right against him and by now, Steve was literally throbbing. He caught himself just shy of trying to grab her hips and control the speed just to get more friction going, digging his fingertips into the arm of the chair even deeper instead. His body was teetering a precarious balance between completely tensed up and almost giving up that in favor of total relaxation.

He’d literally never have guessed she had this side to her. Until now, the dirtiest thing they’d ever done was their frequent sexting whenever one or the other was away on a mission. He bucked himself against her and she turned to face him, shaking her head, biting her lip. Roxy’s breathing hitched as she felt the friction each time she rubbed her barely covered cunt right against the front of his jeans, but that friction wasn’t enough.

Natasha had been right earlier… If she wanted to invoke any hidden dirty side Steve Rogers had, she was going to have to take matters in her own hand. And after the way he’d tried to take over earlier, trying to go over her head and stop her from doing what she had tonight, she definitely wanted to show him she could handle herself in literally any situation… And yeah, maybe a small part of her just wanted to really push and see if she could make his own iron clad self control shatter.

Steve barely restrained the growl that came when she worked her way up his body all over again from the floor, her tits right at eye level. He tensed up even more, trying to remind himself that she was in control here.

He wasn’t crazy about giving up the reigns, but.. This was hot.

She lowered herself onto his lap again, rocking her hips back and forth and she whispered against his ear, “What do you wanna do more than anything right now, Captain?”

“Get you outta here.” Steve answered quietly, a sharp hiss accentuating his words as he bucked himself against her while trying to shift the way he sat. His cock was throbbing. When he finally got her out of here and back to their hotel room, all bets were off.

“And?” Roxy continued, baring her cunt down on his lap just a little harder and a lot slower. He could feel her starting to soak through the thin fabric of the hot pink hot pants she was wearing and he swallowed hard, his head falling back against the headrest again as he managed to choke out, “And rip that outfit off you.”

“Oh…” Roxy pressed herself against him completely, starting her mouth at his throat, carefully leaving little bites and suck marks and nips against his exposed skin. Steve’s breath caught in his throat and he cleared it. “Yeah.. and then I wanna bend you over the bed. See, Roxy, you’re bein a real bad girl right now, doll. And bad girls deserve one thing.”

Roxy gave a teasing giggle against his mouth. “You gonna spank me, Captain? Maybe I like that too.. Definitely like it when you put that big hand against my throat and squeeze a little like you just did out there….” and that final time of her, calling him captain.. That snapped whatever shred of self control that Steve Rogers had left. He stood, Roxy’s legs circling his waist. Stepping into the hall revealed that they were a few short steps to a doorway. If he had to bet, that doorway led to the alley.. Where his motorcycle was parked.

He hurried out the doors, muttering the code word to exit to the rest of their team. And after stopping to hold Roxy against a wall and bite down on her neck, sure to leave a very visible mark behind when he finished sucking at the area and biting it, he was putting her onto the back of his motorcycle and heading towards the hotel as fast as he could manage to drive….