#and the tiniest pinch of exhibitionism...

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 ♡︎

characters: sub!gallagher x nb!dom!reader

warnings: usage of aphrodisiacs, exhibitionism, slight dumbification, thigh riding, dry humping, begging, cumming untouched, gallagher being an old man loser, just a mini drabble guys. nothing big (i say as i write down 1,7K words)

notes: @lufenianwol you knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me gallagher’s leaked idle animation didn’t you, you gayyyy🫵🏳️‍🌈 (im gay too😔)

sigh…

another day, another long work of hunting down criminals or outlaws who came to penacony uninvited and detaining them. the most time gallagher could ever get to de-stress were behind the bars, mixing up a drink his customers asked for or when with you. you were a fellow bloodhound, a high ranking one too, so never had enough time to spend some quality time with your tired lover.

but today, you wanted to be a little mischievous. and what was that on your mind? you slipped just a teeny weeny bit of aphrodisiacs into his usual alcohol in his personal flask of course! just a little. maybe a pinch or two. a bit of a sprinkle of magic as a gift.

or maybe even a whole mini bottle. but you won’t say it until your tired lover comes crawling over to you, huffing and puffing, whining whimpering as he begs for your help at “restocking” some of the alcohol at the backrooms.

at the other end of the bar, you watch with a barely hidden smirk whenever your lover takes a sip from his personal flask during his break times. each time he does, getting more and more intoxicated in the taste. you purposely chose one that tasted delicious and soft on the tongue, a way to reward him for his hard work of running after criminals and preparing him for what was about to happen.

he started out strong, as expected of a bloodhound officer. barely felt it, focusing on work, wiping a glass or two, mixing up a drink. but the more he drank from his flask, the more you noticed it. the little stuttering over his words, the slight flush in his cheeks, the jumpy way he reacted whenever you passed by him with a hand on his waist or lower back. that bulge in his pants. that damn delicious bulge that you love to bully.

shaking your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you focus back on work to wipe the bar clean and serve the customers drinks and desserts of their liking. you and gallaher were a good pair to serve amazing cocktails after all.

finally, the rush hour had ended, meaning fewer customers. the fewer there are, the more noticeable gallagher’s show of being affected by the little sprinkle of magic became. at first, he tried to play things off as signs of cold, or just the warm and low lighting of the bar being the reason his cheeks are pink. hell, he even coughed a few times to make his act believable. believable to the nosy customers but never to you.

“[n-name]…” the man barely manages to muffle his whimper when calling out your name, low lidded eyes, hazy vision and slightly shaky hand tugging on your necktie. you hum, turning to him with a raised brow as if you weren’t the reason behind this panting mess in front of you.

“yeah? what’s up?” you ask, putting down the bottle on where it’s supposed to be as your hands come to rest on his waist. the rush hour just ended, the bar still had a few customers but they were either too drunk to care nor engrossed in their own sob life stories to share you two a glance. and gallagher was damn glad for it too.

“w-we, ahem, need to head to the backrooms. we’re running out of some beers and fizzy drinks in the fridge” he quickly clears his throat, hoping that no one had caught onto his little stuttering. you did, of course. you would catch onto anything your lover says or does. even the tiniest things. such as how he was trying to make it seem like an innocent half-hug when you could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he pushes his crotch against yours, hoping to conceal it while also giving you a little heads-up.

as if you needed the heads-up.

“alright. you can go first, i’ll come after you once i wipe my hands” you nod your head, watching as your lover disappears behind the door with a sign that read “staff only”. it was cute how gallagher was so trusting of you, never even thought for a moment how you could have been the one to drug his flask of alcohol. though, judging from his cloudy eyes and stuttering, you could guess that he could barely even think to begin with. how adorable of him.

soon enough, you follow after the steps of your lover, walking into the “staff only” part of the bar and later onto the door with the sign “backrooms”. the pretty decent sized dark room where the bar keeps their ingredients and drinks. the same exact room where your lover pushes you against the wall the moment you entered, shaky hands fumbling with the buttons of your button down shirt as he humps his hardened cock against your crotch.

“woah woah, puppy. easy now. what’s going on? i thought we needed to restock on our drinks?” you ask, feigning innocence as your hands rest over gallagher’s shaky ones, stopping his fumbling and managing to catch his attention for a minute. he looked so dumbfounded. bottom lip on the brink of bleeding due to his chewing, panting, cheeks flushed a pretty red as his dilated eyes try to focus on you. you swore he looked like he was almost on the brink of crying with how damn pathetic he looked.

“c-can’t… [name], please, help me… ‘s so hot, tight. stupid pants mmngh!” gallagher only moans, tripping over his own words in a jumbled mess as he tries to find some sort of relief for his poor aching cock. looking down, you could briefly make out a dark small patch at the front of his pants. he was so drugged that he couldn’t even tell that he was staining his own clothes with his precum. so cute.

you only hum in response, not bothering to do as he pleads as your hands rest on the fat of his ass, massaging them gently. he only whines, slurred words of how he wanted your hands on his cock falling out as he squirms in your hold. lowering yourselves down to the floor of the room, you shift gallagher on top of you to ride your thigh instead. flexing the muscles in them to make it easier for him as he whimpers at the feeling.

immediately, the man started to hump your thigh. salacious mewls falling out of his lips as he doesn’t even try to silence his loud noises, only dumbly trying to relieve himself as he rubs his clothed cock on your thigh. you could see the dark patch in his pants getting bigger, darker the more he rides your thigh. if he had his dick out, he would probably leave a mess all over your clothes.

“shh shh, puppy. the door isn’t locked, remember?” you chuckle, reminding him of where the two of you were getting naughty at. it was so cute to see his eyes perk up at the sound of your voice. more specifically, whenever you called him puppy. he really did lived up to that nickname, looking like a cute pup as he bites down on his lip.

one of your hands travel up to his chest, opting to play with his perky nipple as he let out a loud squeal at that. his chest was always so sensitive, making him let out the most delicious whimpers each time you roll, pinch or tug at the hardened nub. being so mean to not slip your hands under the opening of his button down shirt at the front, playing with his nipples over the harsh fabrics of his clothes instead. he just wanted your touch on him to relieve the ache pooling in his belly, would you be so mean to deny him of his wishes?

apparently, you would. the hand on the soft fat of his ass moving to rest over his hip, helping him hump his cock on your thigh as your other hand continue their brutal assaults on his chest. poor gallagher, can't even form a single word as his pleads fall out of his swollen lips in a jumbled heap of mess. you could barely make out your own name from it. the words sounding so muddled up as if the bloodhound officer couldn't tell the difference between reality and his drug induced feelings.

"[n-naaammmeee]... sniff pleasheee fuunnghh fucck!! p-pleashh pleaash pleeaasshee♡︎!! ungh!! guuunnhg♥︎♥︎! p-pretty pleaaseee♡︎?" gallagher whines helplessly, stuffing his flushed face into the crook of your neck as his movements become more sloppy and frantic. he was so close to cumming already, it was just so cute to see how easily someone who is apparently always in control to crumble over with just a little bit of thigh riding. and some sprinkle of magic added to the mix.

in an attempt to muffle his loud moans and stuttering of his breath, he hastily lowers the collar of your own button down shirt just a little bit more. just enough so he could bite down over the old, healing bite mark of his so he could attempt to muffle his pathetic noises. you only coo out in a mocking tone, calling him by that nickname again as you tug on his nipple through his shirt as debouched cries of your name falls from his lips over and over like a mantra. gallagher sounded like one of those old, broken down radios that only replay a single song that sometimes is in the bar.

with a final thrust and a meek little bounce on your thigh, gallagher releases into his clothes. the magenta red hue of his pants turning a darker shade as his cum pools into the materials of his pants, staining it as some of the translucent liquid drips down onto your pants. you could just wash them out later.

"done with your little show, puppy?" you ask, the hand on his hip squeezing a bit to snap him out of his hazy mind. instead, you got a shake of his head, his stubble lightly tickling the skin of your neck in the process.

"wan' more... wan' you♥︎" he mumbles, delirious and drooling, as he humps his still hard cock against your crotch, indicating what he craved so desperately. maybe next time you should check the dosage you put into his drink if he's gonna be drugged this heavily by such a small amount.

[cherrychilli]

18+

Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, lots of shameless teasing by reader, slight exhibitionism, allusions to sex, teeniest tiniest smidge of perv! Steve

A/N: Inspired by the only scene of Cool Hand Luke I've seen. And that one short scene from Elvira: Mistress of the Dark. Just wanted to write something fun and a lil bit silly.

"C'mon sugar, chop chop - 's not gonna clean itself", he sing songs from the driver's seat of the BMW where he's been toying with the radio, scratchy static fading into a chorus of Scorpions' No one like you when he tunes into a station that suits his liking.

On a regular day a quip like that would have had you pinching one of his triceps, twisting the skin until he crumbled to his knees with a litany of pleas and apologies tumbling past his lips. But today was different because you both knew he was exempted from any retaliation. And boy, was he enjoying it.

Steve had been like this all morning, painfully smug, grin stretched Cheshire cat wide ever since you'd come over to make good on the card game you'd lost the night before.

It began as a casual game of poker over a few beers to make the lazy evening more interesting. You never played for much. The white chips were always worth 25 cents, the reds 50 cents and the greens were a dollar but he had you perking up when he suggested sweetening the pot that night.

"Oh yeah? what do you have in mind?", you'd asked this with subdued interest, munching down another mouthful of sea salt and vinegar chips, half expecting him to float the idea of strip poker as influenced by your viewing of The Wanderers earlier that night.

It wasn't unlike Steve to suggest something like that after he's had a few drinks and it wasn't unlike you to happily go along with whatever he's proposed after you've had a few drinks of your own. The two of you made quite a pair that way.

The last time it was skinny dipping down at Lovers Lake. A shared bottle of Gin bore the blame for the idea but by some miracle of intervention (or was it interruption?) Jim Hopper happened to be cruising by to put a stop to it before things could go any further. Nothing like the fuzz rolling up on you in your underwear to dampen the mood.

But last evening didn't take that kind of a turn and you didn't have to sit there cursing yourself for not having the foresight to wear sexier underwear for very long.

This time you laid blame on the beers and that one swig of sickeningly saccharine Pineapple Schnapps left over from a party the week before for impacting your judgement, agreeing to raise the stakes to include the winner getting to delegate their weekend chores to the loser.

Steve went all in, chips tossed into the middle of his mother's new and perfectly lacquered walnut table, too buzzed and wound up in the competitive tension in the room to worry about accidentally scuffing it.

You considered your cards for a few short seconds, poker face perfectly unreadable. A full house, Queens over Jacks sat burning hot in your hands, making you call, pushing your chips over into the pile with more care than Steve had shown his own.

For a moment, you thought you had it and he let you think as much, his pink lips drooping into a frown with his head bowed, hand carding through his hair to mimic defeat when you slid your cards over.

But the thrill of not having to spend half the day mowing your lawn and weeding the garden was extinguished after three glorious seconds. He placed his cards down quietly though when you read them, the impact felt more like a gavel coming down, sentencing you to a day of doing his bidding.

Four of a kind. Kings.

Shit.

The Schnapps and the beer picked that moment to start sparring in your belly, adding to the bitter flavor of defeat washing over your tongue like an oil spill.

And then came that smirk which hasn't left his lips since. "I'll see you in my driveway tomorrow bright and early, sunshine", he winked at you in that way that had you torn between wanting to flip his mother's stupid table and climbing over it to kiss her stupid smarmy son.

And now here you were, greeted by the same insufferable smirk as you trudged up to his driveway on a Saturday morning to wash his car, hangover thankfully averted and with a fresh outlook on the situation since sobering up. He doesn't know it yet but you're not as sore about the loss as you seem.

Strangely, you had Steve's porno collection to thank for that.

You figured him to be kind of guy who preferred a dirty VHS over the classic skin mag especially now that he had an employee discount to abuse but a few months ago you'd found out that you'd guessed wrong.

You hadn't let on about the time you went looking to borrow a pair of spare socks one nippy evening from one of his drawers and found a busty, definitely not a licensed nurse despite the uniform, smoldering back at you instead.

Unearthing the magazine from beneath the pile of tube socks it'd been partially shoved under, you quietly acquainted yourself with the ladies of Genesis Magazine's Girls/Girls Fall 1987 issue. Recalling one page that had been dog eared, you learned the nurse had friends who liked to get naked and soaked when it came time to hose down their cherry red Chevy Camaro.

Suddenly, having you out in the sweltering heat, working up a sweat and scrubbing down his beamer while he watched didn't seem like innocent happenstance anymore. In fact the whole thing made you feel a little inspired.

So you thought to yourself, why not have a little fun?

Granted, you weren't planning on losing your top and straddling the hood like the redhead on page seven. Not in Steve's white picket fence neighborhood of all places, but you did still have something less than savory in mind.

He didn't even suspect anything when you asked to go change into something more comfortable to hose down his precious car, your jeans already feeling more than a little uncomfortable since you'd left your house in this heat.

Another perfectly cloudless azure sky hung over the neighborhood. Too sunny and muggy and at that hour of the morning where everyone else was still inside. Some slept in because it was Saturday while others slept off their Friday night. Those who were awake were already in their pools or in the kitchen, cracking ice cubes out of trays into big, dewy glasses of lemonade, intermittently sipping and holding the chilly glass up to soothe their sweaty temples.

If the heat bothered Steve he didn't show it, one hand resting on the steering wheel, fingers tapping along to the radio awaiting your return. He'd been looking forward to this all night since his winning hand and nothing could sour his anticipation now.

But he couldn't have anticipated what he saw when he catches sight of you through the rear view mirror, his fingers fumbling, losing his composure quicker than if he'd slipped on ice.

You strolled out like something ripped out of one of his wet dreams, shoes swapped for flip flops, snug denim cut offs replacing your jeans, white tee instead of the teal blue you'd shown up in and hips swaying.

His mouth was agape as you walked up to him. "What are you up to?", he spoke in a voice thick with suspicion, stare heavy and darting all over you like there was too much or you on display and not nearly enough at the same time.

"I'm washing your car like you we agreed. Changed your mind?", you challenged him with a hand on your hip, eyes narrowed into a look as sharp as a knife's edge, daring him to question you again.

"No..."

"Alright then", you eased into a smile, more roguish than your usual chaste, bumping your hip against the driver's side door which up until now had been ajar, closing Steve inside. He lets you do this, something about the new clothes coupled with your 'don't fuck with me' vibe making him feel strangely obedient.

Everything you needed was already left out for you. A bucket, a half full bottle of car wash soap, a sponge and the hose nearby.

You start with the hose first, making sure to bend over to pick it up rather than crouch beside it as you turned it on, legs straight, back arched nice and pretty, ass popped out. You didn't spend that extra fifteen minutes stretching at home for nothing!

It's vastly different from all the other times he's stared at your ass. Used to doing it in sneaky glances in the past, Steve can hardly believe the obvious way you flaunt yourself for him now, afraid if you keep it up he might fog up the windshield all on his own.

Running water spouts out the hose and you're not the least bit careful with how you aim the stream into the bucket to fill it up, splashing your thighs and forearms, the sun making your wet skin glow glossy under its rays.

Number 8 on Billboard's top ten singles of the month starts to play on the radio but it goes unheard by Steve over the sound of his own heartbeat thumping in his ears, watching you wrap your fingers around the thick, cylindrical bottle and squeezing it to squirt soap into the bucket.

It's all so calculated and deliberately dirty, even though you try to play it off all innocent. You even plaster on a faux look of surprise when you stand too close to the BMW to rinse it, water splashing back onto your clothes, denim turning dark, white tee turning transparent...

Steve nearly chokes on the saliva pooling in his mouth when he notices that you're not wearing a bra. No swimsuit or even a bikini on underneath. He tears his eyes away long enough to quickly survey the neighborhood and when he doesn't find any of his neighbors in sight he fixes them back on you.

He should stop you, right?

He shouldn't just sit there and watch, right?

It wouldn't be correct to let you parade yourself in front of him like this...

Right?

Turning off the hose, you grasp the sponge and dunk it into the soapy water, pulling it out all sopping and heavy to wring it out over the bucket, purposely holding it close to your chest so the excess water can cascade down your front.

Nothing could have stolen his attention away from the way your tits jiggle in your soaking, skin tight tee as you lean over and put some elbow grease into running the sponge over the hood of his car in soapy circles. Peeking up through your lashes you catch the way his cheeks blend from a subtle mauve to a pretty fuchsia from behind the windshield, deciding you'd like to get a closer look.

He thinks he might flatline when you saunter closer and lean over the side of the hood. Reaching as far as you can to sponge the windshield, you're certain the poor boy's probably straining against his zipper by now as your wet tits press up against the glass.

It's so obvious and indecent. And fun. Getting to dangle yourself in front of Steve like this so unabashedly out here in the open, sticking a pin in that irritating, albeit harmless, cocksure attitude he'd shown you at the start, watching it deflate with a wicked smile.

It was the sweetest torture, watching your body clad in soaked clothes, skin glistening, the contours of your breasts and nipples so evident now that you might as well be topless.

"Can't fucking take this anymore", you hear him mutter when he reaches his limit and exits the car, hand finding your waist to spin you around. He uses the other to snatch the soapy sponge out of your fingers and toss it out of sight, letting it land with a wet plop on the driveway.

"I'm taking you inside", he groans when you lean into him, wet tits pressing against his chest, turning the front of his blue polo a dark navy, thigh grazing his bulge.

"Why?" you ask all coy, not ready to retire the innocent act without batting your lashes at him first, your lips only a breath apart from his.

"Because I don't think they'd let me live here anymore if they came outside and found me bending you over the hood, darling", he replies, a second before his lips come down on yours.

[backseat-l0ver]

wooow first fanfic on tumblr ever this is crazy !!! i’ve literally been trying to write this story for like over a year now i think.. i’m a very unmotivated individual unfortunately. i have so many ideas but never know how to execute them lol

anyway ! reblogs n notes are appreciated <3 i hope you all enjoy !!!

18+ please!!! i’m not afraid to block anybody lol

thigh riding coop in the bus with his teammates yay :3

(m!receiving oral, choking mentioned for like 2 seconds, kinda exhibitionism, it switches between the dynamics so soft dom and sub coop, thigh riding obv, creampie (implied that reader is on birth control), established relationship, fingering, a little bit of fluff bc i have a soft spot for coop, lowkey porn without plot lol) some parts might be a little out of character sorry

word count: 3,150

Sitting in the back of a bus for hours on end with multiple, stinky men is definitely not the way you wanted to spend the next couple of months, but, you’d do anything for Coop. Obviously, you’d prefer to just be at home with him in your guys’ shitty one bedroom apartment, but any time spent with him, alone or not, was worth any sacrifice. So, here you were, stuffed into a bus, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, counting the hours until your next stop.

You could tell that Coop was getting just as antsy as you were, because he kept bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers against your waist. His knee bouncing was just about getting on your last nerve, because you were so incredibly horny and he had no idea. You take in a deep breath as his bouncing knee hits just the right spot, giving you the tiniest bit of relief. You shut your eyes tightly, gently squeezing Coop’s hand that you’ve been holding for almost the entire trip. He lifts his head slightly from your shoulder, humming softly. “You okay, baby..?” He whispers in your ear. Just hearing his tired voice directly in your ear was enough to make you clench around nothing. “Mm.. Yeah.. Just..” You trail off, moving Coop’s hand that you’re holding to underneath your skirt and in between your thighs, letting him feel how worked up you are. You can feel the heat coming off his face, as he cups your heat. “You keep bouncing your knee and it’s getting me all worked up..” You whisper in his ear, now trying to grind against his hand. He moves his hand away, moving it to squeeze your thigh instead. He looks around the bus quickly, noticing that everyone is asleep. “Baby.. we can’t do this here..” He whispers. You whine softly, starting to grind against his thigh again. “Please, Coop.. I’ll be quiet..” You turn your head slightly, looking at him with a pout on your face. “I- well..” He stutters out, once again looking around the bus to make sure everyone is asleep. You whine softly, moving your hips against his thigh. “I’ll make it up to you at the next stop..” You whisper to him, smiling sweetly at him. His breath catches in his throat, his face becoming an even deeper shade of red. He sticks his tongue out the corner of his mouth, thinking about your request. His hand squeezes your thigh again tightly, a sigh leaving his lips.

“Just.. please be quiet..” He kisses your jaw gently, now helping you move your hips against his thigh. His lips continue moving down your neck, leaving love bites along it. His hands move to grip your waist, as you bite your lip. “Mmph.. Coop, love your thighs so much..” You whisper, leaning your head back against his shoulder. He smiles softly at the compliment, moving one his hands up your torso. “Yeah? When we’re back home you’ll have to show me just how much..” He whispers back, lifting his thigh up to meet your hip movements. His hand moving up your torso goes under your (his) Beers jersey, going underneath your bra. His fingers go around your nipples, pinching them softly. “Coop.. It’s not enough..” You whine softly, grabbing his other hand, shoving it towards your clothed cunt. “Please, baby..” You beg quietly.

You can feel his breathing pick up, as he continues kissing and biting at your neck. “Of course, honey..” His hand pushes underneath your skirt again, spreading your legs. He moves his hand slowly up your thigh, soon cupping his hand against your heat. “Fuck.. You’re so wet for me, huh, baby?” You can feel him smirk against your neck, as you blush deeply. “God, please just touch me already, Coop. I can’t handle the teasing anymore..” You whimper out, him finally pressing his fingers against your panties, just over your clit. He starts circling his fingers, making you throw your head back again. “Oh, my God..” You whisper. He continues circling his fingers, his other hand still working on your chest. “Fuuuck.. You’re such a good girl..” He whispers, before sucking a dark hickey on your neck. You let out a quiet moan at the praise, grinding your hips against his fingers. He takes his fingers away from your cunt quickly, sticking two of them up to your lips, “Suck.” He says simply, tapping your lips gently. You open your mouth quickly, sucking on his fingers. You run your tongue along them, getting them coated in your spit. “Good girl.” He moves his hand back down, now shoving them in your underwear, running his fingers along your folds. He scoots down in the seat, giving him better access to your hole. He shoves his fingers into your hole, his thumb starting to circle your clit again. You let out a choked moan, squeezing your thighs. Coop quickly shushes you, moving his hand from under the jersey and wrapping his hand around your throat. “Be quiet or I won’t let you cum until we’re back home. Not the next stop, or even the one after that. When we’re back at our apartment in like, 2 months, understand?” He whispers hastily, squeezing the sides of your throat. You nod quickly, clenching around his fingers inside you. “Y- yes, Coop..” You choke out. He smiles, starting to pump his fingers quickly inside of you.

You loved this side of Coop, when he was kind of mean. It was a complete 180 to his usual demeanor towards you. To his friends, he was kind of an asshole, but he has an almost embarrassing sweet-spot for you. You had him wrapped around your finger, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. No matter how much the rest of the team made fun of him, you both knew all of them were jealous that he has you. You’re absolutely his biggest supporter and he honestly does not know what’d he do without you.

His thumb continues rubbing your clit quickly, his fingers inside you doing just the same. You bite your lip again, wrapping a hand around his wrist. “Coop.. ‘m so close..” You sigh out. You can feel your legs start to shake as he puts a hand over your mouth. “Come on, baby… It’s okay, I got you..” He whispers in your ear, his fingers keeping the same pace. Your legs squeeze tightly around his wrist, moaning into his hand quietly as you come undone. “Good girl.. You’re so good for me..” He kisses along your neck, helping you ride out your orgasm.

After a couple of minutes of you panting against his hand and clenching around his fingers, he finally pulls them out. He immediately brings them up to his mouth, sucking on them. He groans quietly at the taste of you on his fingers, heat spreading across your face. “You taste so good..” He whispers in your ear.

After helping you fix your clothes to the best of his abilities, promising you that he’ll take care of you at the next stop, he lets you lay against his chest to try and rest. The next stop was only about 30 minutes away, and you were so looking forward to being in an actual bed after being on the road for 7+ hours. Plus, with Coop being owner and captain of the Beers, he always got you guys a private hotel room.

-

After everyone grabbed their luggages from underneath the bus, saying quick good nights to each other, you finally had Coop all to yourself. When you guys set down your luggages in the room, placing your pajamas out for the night, Coop’s hands were all over you again. He grabbed your face with both his hands gently, pulling you closer to him. His lips met yours in a loving manner, at first, but soon turned more heated. After a few moments he was grabbing at your hair and moving his hands down your neck, onto your chest. He felt you through your shirt, grabbing and squeezing whatever he could get his hands on. “You’re rather eager..” You whisper teasingly, smirking up at him. He chuckles, “Says the one who was begging to cum on my fingers in a bus earlier.” He shoots back, smiling. You playfully roll your eyes, smacking his arm gently. “Shush, or I’ll put that mouth to good work.” You retort.

“Hm.. How about you first? You still owe me.” He moves one of his hands back up to your face, brushing some hair away. You feel your face heat up, shyly looking away. He gently brings your head back to look at him. There’s a devious smirk on his face, and his eyes are gesturing for you to look down when you finally meet his gaze again. You look down slowly, a noticeable tent in Coop’s gym shorts. You bite your lip softly, placing your hands on his shoulders. You put your mouth up by his ear, kissing his cheek gently, “Don’t worry, baby.. I’ll take care of you..”

You feel him shudder at your words, a dazed smile on his face. You smile back at him, walking him backwards towards the bed. He plops down, looking up at you. You caress his face, feeling him lean into your touch. You rub his cheek softly with your thumb, leaning down and kissing him. He comes up to meet you eagerly, groaning softly when your lips finally meet again. You pull away slowly, him following you pathetically. You smirk down at him, before sinking down onto your knees in front of him. You look up at him sweetly, running your hands up his thighs. He leans back, his arms holding him up so he can still look at you. Your hands finally land on his hard cock, feeling him up through his pants. He sighs, throwing his head back slightly. “Your hand feels like heaven..” He whimpers out as you continue to move your hand up and down against him. “Mm.. I bet my mouth will feel even better, Coop.” You slide your hands up, starting to pull his gym shorts down. He shivers slightly at the cool air of the hotel A/C, but it’s quickly resolved by you putting your hand back on him. He groans at the feeling of your hand, bucking his hips up into your movements. “Hoooly shit..” He pants out. “I.. I need your mouth on me.. Please..” He whimpers again, looking down at you with an almost pained look on his face. You smile back at him, simply nodding. “Of course, you asked so sweetly.”

You move your hand, bringing your mouth down to the tip of his cock. You swirl your tongue around it, your saliva dripping down the sides. His hands quickly grip the bed sheets, a moan escaping his mouth. You continue moving farther down his cock, trying to take all of him in. Coop was quite girthy, and just over 6 inches in length. You had your work cut out for you.

You made it about halfway down the length, gagging. What was left was occupied by your hand again. You started slow, your tongue pressed flat against the bottom side of his cock, moving your head up and down, gagging every now and then. Coop still had a tight grip on the bed sheets, but was looking down at you, watching your every movement. As you looked back at him, you could see the gears in his mind turning, as he sat up slightly, grabbing a handful of your hair on the crown of your head. He pulls your head back slightly and bucks his hips into your mouth again. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat quickly, as he pulls back again, getting ready to buck up into your mouth again. “Fuck.. You’re so good to me.. Your mouth is amazing..” He groans out, his grip tight on your hair. You moan softly at his words, rubbing your thighs together. The feeling of your moan sends a wave of pleasure through Coop, making him buck up into your mouth again. “If you keep this up, I’ll cum immediately, baby.. You’re too good.” He bites his lip, reluctantly pulling your mouth away from his cock,

“I wanna cum in a different hole of yours.” He says, that damn smirk on his face again. He grabs your jaw, pulling you up to your feet. He’s still sitting down, but once you’re fully standing up again, his hands are on your thighs once again, bringing you towards him. “C’mere.” He says, pulling you down on his lap, you two now face to face. He smiles at you lovingly, leaning in to kiss you again. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your hands going to his hair. You slowly sink down, your still-wet panties from the bus ride sticking to you even more as you grind against Coop’s hard cock. His hands go to your hips, squeezing them. His hips buck into yours, soft moans from both of you filling the room.

“I need to be inside you, baby..” He whimpers, looking up at you dreamily. You cradle his face gently, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. He leans into your touch, turning his head to kiss your palm. “I love you.” He mumbles against your hand.

Even after the hundreds of times he's said it to you, it never fails to make you feel giddy inside. You smile at him, kissing him again. “I love you too, Coop.” You reply against his lips. His hands grip your hips a little tighter again, moving you so you're sitting next to him on the bed. “Lay down, let me take care of you.” He gets up, placing a kiss on your forehead. You stand up quickly, taking your panties and skirt off, going back to the bed and laying down. Coop slips off his shirt coming to join you on the bed.

He sits in front of you on his knees, in between your legs. He moves forward, putting his hands on either side of your head. He looks down at you admirably, leaning his head down to give you another kiss. You put your hands on his now exposed shoulders, loving the skin-to-skin contact with him. You can feel him shiver at the contact, his skin warm and soft to the touch. He moves his body closer to you, his cock touching your thigh, his precum sticking to you. You move one of your hands from his shoulder, grabbing his cock. You guide the tip towards your cunt, rubbing it up and down and getting his tip wet. He shudders, bucking his hips into yours again. “Fuuck.. You’re so wet.” He grunts, moving one of his hands to your hip. “Are you ready? I don't think I can wait any longer.” He bites his lip softly, grinding his hips against you.

You respond simply by finally putting the head of his cock in you, both of you moaning. He moves his hips forward slowly, the rest of his cock slipping inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, filling you up deliciously. He squeezes your hip tightly, groaning at the feeling of you around him. “You're so tight, feels so good.” You moan at his praise, clenching around him and trying to pull more of him in. “You're so big, Coop. Filling me up so good.” You moan out, scratching along his back with your nails.

After a few moments of him slowly pumping in and out of you, he starts to speed up, the sounds of his and yours moans along with the sound of skin slapping skin filling the hotel room. Thank God the bed’s headboard was connected to the wall or you guys would've woken up Remer next door with whatever girl was with him tonight.

Coop pushed himself off his arm by your head, leaning back and putting his now free hand on your clit and rubbing circles on it with his thumb. He continues pumping in and out of you, hitting all the right spots. “Fuck, Coop, I’m already so close..” You whimper, continuing to clench around him and moan every time he touches you just right. “Me too, baby. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He groans out, his cock twitching inside you. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face close to yours again and kissing him deeply. His tongue darts out into your mouth, playing with yours. His thumb on your clit speeds up and his thrusts become deeper and harder.

“Coop, I’m gonna…” You blurt before your climax hits you like a truck. You clench tightly around Coop, your legs shaking. Your moans are swallowed by his mouth as he helps you ride out your orgasm. “Just a little more, honey. I'm so close.” He pants, his thrusts becoming progressively sloppier and more desperate. Coop always becomes extremely whiny before he cums, always blabbering praises- “You're so good to me”, “You feel amazing”, “You're so beautiful.” As you were coming in and out of the ecstasy of your orgasm, you could feel his hot cum covering your insides. He nuzzles his head into your neck, biting down on the sensitive skin to quiet his loud moans and whimpers.

For a few moments you stayed like this with him, entangled with him. His cock becoming soft inside you, and his body becoming limp on top of you. You both were exhausted from both the bus ride and… that. But, you knew you both should shower before finally going to sleep.

“Coop, sweetie.” You whisper, running your hand through his hair. He grunts, turning his head from inside your neck. “We should get cleaned up and changed, then we can sleep, yeah?” You say, his sleepy eyes barely open. He groans dramatically, starting to get up off you. “Whatever you say, mom.” He says sarcastically with a scoff. You roll your eyes, pushing his chest. “Shut up, you'll thank me later.” You retort, and he smiles down at you, kissing you again softly.

After you both get cleaned up and put on your pajamas, you get under the covers with each other. Coop wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him. He's so warm and comfortable to lay on, you fall asleep almost immediately, but Coop clears his throat.

“I love you a lot, y'know?” He says sleepily, rubbing his nose against your cheek. “You're just.. You’re awesome.” He says, and you can hear the smile on his face. You turn towards him, kissing him softly. “I love you too, Coop.” You say, a cheesy smile on both your faces. You fall asleep shortly after, getting much needed sleep for getting back on the road the next day.