#bc i have these lower back dimples and i feel like a tattoo like between them is The Move

[sugarsnappeases]

the urge to get a tramp stamp……….. it’s overwhelming me

[vanchlo]

Effervescent

Blurb Synopsis: During your break, instead of going to the stuffy staff break room, you wander outside into the cool air by the waterpark. Unbeknownst to you, there you meet a bubbly stranger in the hot tub, and never again is your life the same. 

Genre: 2015 Harry, fluff, and romance.  

Word Count: 4.6k words

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Music Inspo: Champagne Supernova by Oasis (click to listen bc I love this song and it fits the theme I think?)

P.S. - Funny story, I found this in my Notes and I had started writing this in 2016. Crazy. I liked rereading it and figured I’d finish it, so don’t be too hard on me, please. Enjoy! ;) 

It was the dead of winter, but you couldn’t spend any more time inside, or in that lousy closet of a break room with your coworkers for another minute. They were well past getting on your last nerve, and you weren’t going to let them ruin your one slice of ‘me time’ today. 

Squeaky children’s voices and the sound of water hits your ears as you take a shortcut. The door opens with a little punch! when you press on the horizontal bar. Cold air meets your clammy skin quickly, refreshing you. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as your sweaty back meets the cold surface of the glass door. Pebbles grind beneath your feet and birds caw in the distance. When you turn to look around like any regular human being, you almost run right back into the door when you see the head of brown hair a few feet away, bobbing out of the water. 

“Didn’ mean t’ scare ya, love, ‘m sorry,” the mannish-boy says, pushing his long wet hair off of his face with his ringed fingers. 

“N-No it’s fine. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude, I’ll just-.”

“No, ’s okay. Ya gonna have a smoke or sumthin’?” he questions. Your head goes from side to side in answer. Meanwhile, he nods as steam rises from around him out of the round bubbling hot tub he sits alone in. His tattooed arms float on the surface, moving with the water slowly. 

“I was just getting some air on my break. I couldn’t stand to be in the break room not getting a minute to myself alone.”

“Ah, I can’ blame ya. I hate people like that when ‘m not in tha mood, they’re bloody annoying. Neva shut up, it seems,” he quips, his long pink lips spreading into his flawless white smile. 

“Yeah, you have no idea.”

He continues to smile at you, and the nagging thoughts poking at your mind all day are gone for a moment. “Why dontcha come over here? Gimme some company, how ‘bout?” he suggests, trying to wave you over. Water falls fast and long from his tall round bicep. Yeah, nope.

“I don’t think I should,” you respond, but those words couldn’t be further from the truth. 

“Ah c’mon, love, ‘m bored as fook by meself out ‘ere. Come talk t’ me, will you?” he says, moving slowly. Part by small part, you see more of his tan chest as he sits on the underwater bench with his back against the dark tiles. Black swallows fly under his collarbones, and a gleaming silver necklace surrounding his throat dangles down his chest. 

“I don’t want to get in trouble, or something.”

“Yer not gonna cuz yer not botherin’ me. Even if somebody said anythin’, why would I have any reason t’ back ‘em up, huh? Yer not causin’ me any harm, and I wann’ talk t’ ya,” he continues, and it’s hard to refuse. He’s a good negotiator, and you’re slowly becoming an icicle second by second. 

“Aren’t you here with anybody?” you ask as your feet slowly pad on the gray cement over to him. He leans forward absentmindedly playing with the bubbles, while still keeping eye contact. 

“No,” he answers softly with a helpful shake of his head. Your eyes follow his hands that cup some of the bubbly foam in his long fingers. 

You sink to your knees and then your butt when he gives you a look. His green eyes hold a question as his thick brown eyebrows furrow along with his rose lips. Wincing when your butt touches the cold cement, you cross your legs as your arms go around your tall legs. 

“Here,” he mumbles out of nowhere. A fluffy white hotel towel lands at your side in a blink. “Don’ wantcha t’ freeze yer bum off.”

Your lips drop a short ‘thanks’ as you awkwardly place it under your bottom to ward off the cold. You make the mistake of meeting his eyes and you giggle a rosy cheeked laugh. 

“Wha’?” 

“Nothing,” you sigh with the laugh beginning to wear off, cheeks pinched with red and warmth. 

“Ya got a pretty smile, ya know that?”

“You’re so cliche, do you know that?” you reply and he scoffs, with a held out ‘ruuuude’ leaving his happy lips. “But thank you.”

The hot water bubbles against the side only inches away, so close and yet so far away. Your sweaty Converses and gross socks covering your clammy feet itch to join him. A black polo shirt and khaki skinnies don the rest of your shivering body. A tinge of awkwardness hangs in the air between you and this stranger. Frequent shared glances holding tiny smiles and questions you know the both of you want to ask float between you. 

“How long have ya worked here?” 

“Too long,” you quip, and his lips turn up again. You realize that you really like it when you make him smile, no matter how little. He has a pretty smile, and it goes past the chill and warms you up to the bone. 

Water droplets cling to his skin every place and everywhere. The heat in the water flushes his skin, especially his cheeks which remain a soft pink. It doesn’t compare to the warm pink of his lips that he plays with, with both his tongue and his fingers. Please never wake me up from this dream. 

You play with the frayed laces on your black low tops, the muffled screams from inside tickling your ears along with the somewhat calming sound of the bubbling water. It invites you in, more and more. 

“C’mon, you,” he mumbles. You look up, startled to find him sitting before you, floating in the water. His wet hands wrap around the tan ankles of your pants, and you nearly yelp. 

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Get yer shoes off already, at least dip yer toes in. Makin’ me feel all bad, cuz ya look like yer freezin’ yer bits off sittin’ there. I wish ya could  come in with me,” he replies. By now, he’s already worked one of your shoes off. 

“No, please. You don’t want to do that.”

“Yesssss, I do. They’re jus’ feet, darlin’, we all have ‘em,” he titters, flinging the shoe to the side and then the other one. That leaves you in a mismatched pair of ankle socks; blue and red stripes on the left and a Batman one donning your other foot. 

He makes a grinning comment about ‘your cute socks’ as his warm fingers tickle the sliver of skin between your pant leg and socks. 

“Alright, buddy,” you tell him, trying to pull your legs away. His hands encircle both of your ankles and he looks back at you, grinning with his tongue poking out between his teeth. 

“No, jus’ dip yer feet in, pleaseeee.”

“Okay fine, just let me take them off myself. I don’t need a stranger getting comfy feeling up my nasty feet,” you joke, looking up briefly to catch his reaction. The cute as fuck dimples in the middle of his cheeks are beginning to fall and grow deeper before a laugh rumbles through his chest. 

How cute can he get?

“Suit yerself. I woulda taken up tha offer, but tha’s jus’ me.”

“That’s because you’re a weirdo,” you answer, voice breaking into a laugh as you roll up the socks into one ball and set them to the side. You thank your past self for getting that cheap ass manicure the other day. 

“Takes one t’ know one,” he comments, holding his hands up like you’d do when you say ‘I don’t know’ as his wet hair begins to curl at the end. It’s long and almost touches his broad shoulders, and you continue to have a hard time believing this shit is real. That he’s real, and talking to you. 

It takes a second to get used to the water when you dive in, well the few inches that swallows up your feet, give or take. You admit it feels good, but you wouldn’t admit it out loud to him, because it’d only fuel his witty fire. 

He splashes water at you, but you get him back quickly. He even blows bubbles with his mouth and then spits the water at you. You retaliate by jabbing him in the side with your feet under the water. Uncalled for jokes fly from him, and sometimes good comebacks from you. These float into aloud thoughts about favorite foods, ranging from cold ice cream, to slushies, and to chocolate cake. Begging comes from his side about you ditching the rest of work and joining him for real. 

It all sounded so good, and it was so good. 

He’s humming some song you know but can’t put a name to, making little noises with his lips. His fingers tickle the bottom of your feet, every now and then. When you rarely take your eyes off him, you notice more about him. His skin remains flushed, and when your eyes fall to your watch, you feel yours flush too. You sense your heart drop inside your chest, which makes you feel dramatic and lame, but you can feel it there hanging heavily a little lower. 

You look back to him, sitting close to you with his head leaned back on the edge of the fake rock surface. His eyes are closed and lips humming a song again. With a quiet sigh, you draw your feet back and out, drying them with the towel, trying to leave it still usable for him. Slipping your socks back on is a sticky process with grunting. At the sound of the second or third one, his swimming green eyes open and dart to you questioningly.

“What, where’re you goin’?” he asks, sitting up and turning towards me.

“I have to go back to work, my break is up.”

“What, no,” he frowns and you giggle. He’s funny, but you know he doesn’t mean it. You hardly know him, and he doesn’t even know you. It was fun while it lasted, a nice little distraction, but now you have to go back to reality. 

“I’m sorry.”

“’s okay,” he replies, looking away from you and down, playing with the foamy bubbles with his pruney fingers. 

“Thanks for . . I don’t know what to thank you for really.”

“Don’ worry ‘bout it. Thank ya, too,” he smiles at you as you stand up. Maneuvering your heel into your right shoe, that’s always the tricky one, it slips in after a few seconds of trying as he stares up at you. Although an understatement, it pains you to leave. 

“Bye, love.”

“Bye,” you mumble quietly, walking to the door and stealing one last look at him as you open it and step inside. You’re granted to never see him again - the cute and sweet hot tub guy. No, don’t go making up nicknames for him now. 

You wish that you could thank him, but you don’t even know his name. 

*

The day dragged on, turning up rooms and putting them back together. You cleaned this and that, and everything in between. At times, you were sweating like a whore in church, and your back and feet ached constantly. 

By the time your shift ended, it had grown dark and the stars were peeking out from the black of the sky. Getting off the elevator, you walk down the hall and find the lobby. Suddenly, your feet bring you somewhere else, through the emptying water park and to the fogged up door. Your fingers wrap around the cold metal bar and you prepare yourself, or try to.  

What will you say? What will you do?

Slowly opening the door, you realize those few seconds talking yourself up were futile because the hot water is still. The lights in the water shine clear against the dark night with no disturbance. Because he's gone.

Turning around and walking back inside, you try to hide your frown as you go to clock out and leave. Disappointment floods your veins, making you feel stupid and pathetic. With a sigh, you walk out the doors into the cold trying to remember his laugh, and his smile. 

Ones that you’ll never see again, and you hate how awful knowing that makes you feel.

*

The next day when you showed up for another exhausting day of work, a light shown at the end of the tunnel. Although your shift was tiring, the only good thing about getting up early was to get off early. That fact kept you sane throughout most of the day, despite the thoughts that have been nagging at you to quit this lousy housekeeping job that you’ve stuck with for far too long. Sure, it paid alright, but it was hard on your body and some of the things you had to endure were ridiculous, you thought. 

Before you knew it, you were bypassing the employee break room and walking through the lobby. The keys on your lanyard jangled and only were silent when you used them to open your car. Now with a jacket around your shoulders, your steps were covered in snow on the way back to the sliding doors, that is until you heard a voice. A voice calling your name. It took you a second to realize where it was coming from, but when your eyes ventured to the left side of the building, it all clicked when you saw the steam rising into the air. 

“‘s you, innit? I thought so! Hey, two days inn’a row. Come say hi, love. ‘m here all in me lonesome ‘gain,” the stranger calls to you from across the parking lot. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter under your breath, but your words leak of lies as a smile curls among your lips. “I guess, but I don’t want you touching my feet again!” 

“Deal, but ya gotta take off yer shoes yerself then, or else ya can’t come!” 

Luckily, the hotel doesn’t have a fence or barricade around the outside hot tub like most do. Instead, a low rock wall shields it from view, but you’ve always found it tacky and worthless. 

“On our break again, are we?” he hums from the confines of the hot tub as you approach him, glad for your jacket this time. You nod a reply as you grab the plastic chair somebody had dragged out here and left, both things they weren’t supposed to do. “Noooo, don’t sit so far away from me. Come dip yer toes in again, please,” he whines, waving a wet hand at you. 

You relent and begin to toe off your shoes as he giggles from his spot across from you, leaning against the edge of the tub. The sight makes you feel warmer than you actually are in the December air. More tattoos peek out amongst the glistening skin of his arms spread out on the lip of the tub, resting there. 

“Do you do anything besides sit in here?” you question, rolling your two socks into a ball before he hits you in the chest with a towel. 

“Not really. ‘s too bloody loud inside with all tha kids, and my hotel room ‘s too quiet.”

“Wow, it sounds like you have such a rough life,” you joke, the temperature of the water surprising you when you dip a foot in. His revelation does as well, although you’re not sure why. Regardless, it still causes you to wonder if you’ve been into his room recently if only to deliver towels. 

“Oh, so rough,” he confesses dramatically, arms falling into the water when he sinks down into it. You laugh at how he becomes a noodle in the water, and soon the sound is stolen away when he drifts over to you. His warm hand comes around your ankle and tickles along the bottom of your foot. 

“That’s whatcha get fer bein’ mean, make me sound all shallow and that rubbish,” he teases while loud laughs and protests jump from your lips. 

“Stop!” you repeat again and again until he relents, but your right foot remains in his hand as he seemingly kneels on the bottom of the hot tub. 

“Hmmmm, blue toes. That’s a new one,” he hums, running a finger over one of your painted toenails that you painted teal last night. 

“I said I didn’t want you touching my feet, you weirdo. Do you have a foot fetish or something?” 

“No, don’t be bloody rude. I can’t comprehend how people get that kinda satisfaction from feet, sumthin’ must be wrong with ‘em,” he tsks, shaking his head of drying curls as he releases your foot. Your agreeing smile is replaced with a sad one when he disappears under the water with a groan, appearing seconds later with a tense face. “Sumtimes wish I could spend forevea unda there.”

“You must be a water bug, like me,” you note aloud, savoring the sight of his thick arms reaching to his head, pushing back his long wet hair back. Now, it touches his shoulders with the help of the balmy water. 

“Think so, always loved swimmin’ since I was a kid. ‘d be in tha pool if a dozen kids weren’t hoggin’ it, and if tha winter didn’t make me feel so damn cold all tha time,” he remarks with a smile as you slip your other foot in, letting the water reach to the middle of your lower legs. “Yer a water bug too, huh?”

“Yeah, I swam competitively all throughout high school. I feel at home in it.”

“Hmmm, sounds like some kinda psychology theory t’ me. ‘m sure it’d say somethin’ happened in yer brain through all o’ that, y’know ya been in tha water so much ya feel at home in it, blah blah,” he says, bringing his golden arms to the edge of the hot tub to your right where he lays them. His stubbly chin comes to rest on them as you accidentally touch his ribs with your foot, but he doesn’t even notice, it seems. 

“Thank you for the lecture, professor, it was really fascinating,” you respond, fake dramatics shining in your voice as you clap your hands. He rolls his eyes before splashing warm water at you. “Hey, I have to go back to work in these clothes, so you better not get them as wet as you did last night.”

“Ya? What’re ya gonna do ‘bout it, love?” 

You reply with a tight-lipped sigh that elicits sing-song laughter from his rose-colored lips that await below you. Your eyes trail to his long torso and legs blurry under the water, short yellow swim trunks donning his waist. 

The thoughts that bloom inside of your mind, like wondering how tall he is and what the rest of him looks like out of the water, escape you when you see the time. 

“Noooo, don’ leave ‘gain, we jus’ got talkin’,” he whimpers when you tell him, sticking his bottom lip out at you. 

“I can’t not go back to work,” you explain, drawing your feet from the warmth only to return to the chill. 

A sad noise sounds behind his frowning lips, and a matching expression paints his flushed face. You wish you knew his name when he won’t let go of your leg, making you suddenly glad you had shaved them again last night after your run-in with him. 

“When d’ya get off?”

“Eight,” you respond, earning a nod from him. 

“Alrighty, well stop by again, I might be here.”

“Okay,” you answer simply as you slip your shoes back on, a feeling growing in your gut unpleasantly. 

“Have a good day,” he smiles at you as you walk away. “And smile, cuz ya have a pretty one!” 

*

The hallways were quiet with few guests remaining outside of their rooms, and the parties occupying the waterpark now over. The big slides and arcade were closed by the time you slipped back into the emptying cavernous room. You forced smiles at lifeguards and the coworker behind the food bar on your way to the door leading outside. The entire way there after clocking out, you seethed with regret from forgetting a swimsuit earlier today. When your feet take you outside to the fluorescent lights playing along the chlorinated water, you’re unsure which you regret worse - forgetting to bring a swimsuit, or getting your hopes up only to find his messy head of brown hair to be missing from the hot tub. Again. 

*

You had the next day off from work, which had you thanking the high heavens to be free from that prison. You were brimming with thankfulness, and yet you found yourself standing in the hotel lobby the next morning, a bag over your shoulder holding a swimsuit and towel. Once you had gotten a day pass from a coworker, although not free as you had hoped, you wandered into the deafening waterpark. The foggy door across the large room called your name, and soon you found your palm pressed to the warm metal pushbar once again. The brisk winter air is a shock when you enter it, and you find your mission to be fruitless when the bubbling water is empty.

Your tennis shoes squeak on the slippery cement as you turn to leave. Thoughts muddle your mind, and your day depressingly empty of any plans pulls you back to the singing water. After sliding off your shoes and stepping out of your clothes, the water welcomes you in your bathing suit. At first, you’re grateful that you’re alone and no noisy kids are interrupting your peace and quiet, but it doesn’t last long. You spend the time playing on your phone and replying to text messages, even playing a game or watching a YouTube video. 

Half an hour or so had passed already, and by then you had moved around the large space. This included sitting on the varying height of steps when you grew too warm, perched on the ledge with only your legs in, or sometimes almost sitting on the bottom of the tub. 

Tucked in the corner near the little opening to swim in from the inside hot tub, you hear the outside door open. The first smile of your day tickles at your lips when you watch who the door spits out. He doesn’t notice you at first surprisingly, consumed by his phone in his hands. The same couldn’t be said for you as you marvel at the sight of him, and how normal of one it is. The water seems to grow hotter by the second while you watch him peel off his Fleetwood Mac shirt to leave him in those same banana colored shorts. A shotty whistle leaves your lips before a giggle follows it, and you’re graced with the arrival of his smile when he turns around to find you there. 

“Hey, stranger, funny meeting you here,” you mumble, a jet of water pounding against your spine. Dimples collapse into his cheeks as his smile grows, his long chestnut hair tickling his face. 

“Hullo, love. Looks like I finally got me wish,” he says, setting down his phone on the nearby glass table, right across from your own. 

“Really, what’s that?”

“This,” he answers, nodding at you as he turns to face you. He sure is a sight for sore eyes, you wonder as your eyes run over his long body painted with black ink. “I can splash you all I want now,” he finishes, kicking a foot towards you as he saunters down the stairs, a spray of water hitting you square in the face. 

“Hey!” you exclaim, dragging your hand through the water to hit him in the chest with it. 

“So ‘s gonna be that way, huh?” he argues, dipping both hands into the rolling bubbles to drench the rest of your dry hair. 

You groan loudly, and it doesn’t end when your arms go around his toned waist to yank him into the water. He falls but catches himself too late, getting dunked into the water. The chuckle leaves your lips that very second and grows louder when he emerges from the water, a disappointed look on his face as he moves his hair off his face. 

“Yer a feisty one, arentcha?” he quips, wagging a finger at you, receiving your nod. “Silly me.”

The giggle dies down when nerves overcome you as he sits down beside you on the underwater concrete bench, his leg brushing yours. 

“You never told me your name,” you mutter quietly, crossing and then uncrossing your legs anxiously. 

“Dunno why I should afta all that,” he responds lightheartedly, still fixing his hair that refuses to cooperate much to your amusement. “‘s Harry, if ya must know.”

“Harry, hmm, that fits you,” you hum, finding the dark and light speckles in his green irises that sit so close to yours. Dark stubble lines his cheeks all over, you notice, as well as the tiny tattoos that hide amongst the larger ones claiming his body. 

Your name flows from your lips and he mocks you, saying something about how you look like your name. The sound of the rolling bubbles and jets fills your absence of conversation as you lean your head back. 

“How many days are you here for, Harry?” you inquire, admiring the tiny snowflakes that begin to fall, immediately melting when they hit the water. 

“A couple mo’.”

A few greasy pepperoni pizzas, cherry slushies, stale tortilla chips with goopy nacho cheese, and over buttered popcorn fill the rest of your day. A few appearances on the waterslides and in the pool occupy your time, as well as him throwing you in more than once. The laughs never seemed to be shy to either of your lips, whether on the tube slide or in the corner of the hot tub. 

The sun had set long ago, and your skin had grown pruney far before then. You were both exhausted after your day spent in the waterpark and in the hot tub you had returned to, the chlorinated water always seeming to get the best of you no matter your age, like now. Harry’s eyes were closed beside you, and they didn’t open when you tapped his nose with your finger. A raspy question escapes his smirking lips, and when you don’t answer them, you find tiredness adorning his greens. 

“The waterpark closes soon,” you murmur, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He nods as his long fingers card through his dark locks. He lifts a finger and inches it towards himself, calling you to him. “What?” you ask, feigning annoyance. 

“Wanna tell ya sumthin,” he whispers, the sugary smell of his second cherry slushie tickling your nose. You relent and scooch closer to him, until your thigh is flush against his. “Think we could do this again t’morrow, and tha day afta that, and afta that?” he asks, a smile transforming his blushing face only inches from yours. A nod shakes the wet tendrils of your hair automatically, and quickly the prickly nervousness that had disappeared hours before, returns. 

“Good, I can’t wait. Wanna go sumwhere t’ get dinna, ‘m starvin’?” 

“Yeah, we should go then, the attendants will be shutting off stuff in a few minutes,” you insist, but all thoughts fleet you when his hand settles on your arm. 

“That’s okay, I only need a few minutes t’ do one last thing,” he murmurs, and your eyebrows raise in question. 

They remain stuck there as he nears you, and only do they relax a few seconds into the kiss he plants on your lips. The sickeningly sweet taste of artificial cherries graces your lips as yours move with his. Your cheek tingles when his hand brushes against it, drawing you nearer to him when it finds a place there. He giggles into your mouth as he knocks a foot against yours while his fingers explore your hair. His taut arm is slick under your touch and yet it feels better than you could have imagined, eliciting another titter from him when he flexes it on purpose. When he begins to pull away, your hand drifts to his sloping back. Your fingers press against his warm skin there until the taste of cherries consumes your lips once again, drowning out his name. 

Maybe this job isn’t too bad, after all. 

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Bump and Grind

For my partner @kiwi--bot bc A he’s had a rough day today and B this is a part of a wittle trade we have going. Destiny oc’s! If you have not seen our OC’s, I tried to drop lil hints about their appearances. But you can find them on my sfw blog under the tag #Destiny Ocs. Tho ofc mods are made for my OC (Lilith) which are vaguely described here!

Summary: Lilith has always loved the power she has over Trojan, and Trojan has always loved giving up that power he holds everyday. Even if it means being tied up and having his fat, large clit ridden until overstimulated.

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Fandom: Destiny 2

Relationship: Lilith/Trojan-13 (Destiny Ocs)

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, large clit penetrating someone vaginally, body mods, tongue kissing, d/s dynamics, Trojan is a male exo with a vulva and uses cunt/clit/etc, so an awoken and an exo walk into a bar-

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There was a certain power in knowing that an exo thrice her own height would bend a knee for anything she wanted.

Lilith was no stranger to Trojan’s own desires. How he dominated the crucible, towering over anyone- including Shaxx himself by a good inch or two. He was a powerhouse, large, massive, yet oh so polite. But when it had come to Lilith? He would rather be on his knees, have a collar around his neck and made to be her dog. Lilith preferred it that way too, to see his desires plainly written in his swirling white optics. How he would do anything for her, she need just say the word.

~Rest under the cut~

Lilith can feel Trojan’s love radiating off of him in waves- or that could be his heated processor right now. She’s sure his optics would have hearts if they could, having him tied to the bed where even then his legs dangle off, bound by his wrists by a pretty red rope.

His armor had been stripped, left with his bulky metallic body and his legs spread pliantly for her to reveal his beautiful cunt. Modified just to his own specifications with a deep blue color to it, plump to match his own body. The clit was big, big enough to be at least an inch or two and always a mouthful for Lilith.

He’s soaking wet, leaking his lubrication reserves heavily. Dark blue lipstick kiss prints press to his body, leading from his clit where the lipstick is smeared, over his thighs and up his chest to his face. Lilith can’t help but stare at him hungrily with the way his head turns to the side in embarrassment at her glowing, golden gaze. She can’t help the way her plump lips curve up into a smirk as she finally begins to remove her clothing and watching his eyes snap back to her.

“You have been a good boy, my love.” Lilith’s voice is low, a smoky tone of a croon as she peels away her night clothing. Revealing her fit hourglass frame, the scarring across her body, beautiful tattoo work of flowers and vines in glowing yellow curling around her arms and down her curves, down under her bust in twisting patterns. Her wavy white hair is pulled up into a ponytail now, revealing the shaved underside of her hair and all her ear piercings. Her soft lavender flesh is kissed with a healthy flush as the Awoken woman makes a show of unhooking her panties from around her ankle.

“Ah- anything for you-” Trojan manages to choke out, his deep, Polish accented voice sounding thick with lust and almost wobbling. Poor thing, Lilith thinks without a hint of sympathy, he’d already had three orgasms from her tongue and fingers alone. The last had only taken a few suckles and her strong arms slamming his hips down from bucking up before he’d shaken with a cry and the creak of the bedframe threatening the rope his arms were bound by.

Lilith trails her chilled hand up his inner thigh just to watch his legs fall open obediently. Lilith sighs at him fondly, pulling herself up and onto his lap. Her strong thighs frame his hips, spread out and resting her cunt just below his clit. White, soft hair rests between her thighs, her own clit wasn’t nearly as large but it was big enough to peek from her lower lips. Shown to its fullest when she gently pushes her mound back, letting her clit rest against his gently.

The reaction is instant when he whimpers, hips rising up and taking Lilith with the action. It takes one hand on his chest and her shushing him until Trojan can let his hips drop with a shudder and a breathed out, “Please, please, please-” So desperate that she thinks if he had tear ducts, perhaps they would be spilling over by now.

“Trojan.” His name falling from her lips makes Trojan halt his whining, faintly whimpering and tilting his head up to look at her. “Stick out your tongue.” And in an instant, he’s obeying, his large synthetic tongue lolling out of his mouth, a similar dark blue like his cunt. Sensitive and taste buds so he could enjoy foods that he didn’t necessarily need to survive.

Lilith sighs at the sight, pulling herself up higher onto his body and leaning in to run her triple pierced tongue over his to meet him in a soft kiss tongue first.

He doesn’t have lips, but he keeps his tongue out like a good boy. Lilith even gets the pleasure of watching his optics tilt backwards into a beautiful expression when she licks over his tongue, suckling the tip of it and moaning softly in her own throat. Meeting him in another kiss where his mouth remains parted ever so slightly so she could messily kiss him.

Trojan’s body stops trembling so much, his once taut arms now slowly going slack. Soft breaths leave him, even softer moans until Lilith pulls back. Leaning down, she kisses softly at his neck where the armor leaves a few exposed wires, earning her another soft moan that sounds more like a pleasured sigh.

“Stay still, do not try to play bucking bull again.” Lilith chides him as she moves to sit back on his lap, pressing at the bare mound of his own cunt and pushing ever so slightly until his clit stands up to attention. It’s then that she reaches down to spread her own lower lips, lowering herself onto Trojan’s clit and sighing at the feeling. It was fat enough to feel like two fingers in her, not very deep of course, but she didn’t need deep. And judging by his loud, bellowing whine, neither does Trojan.

Trojan’s hips try to tilt upwards against her, but a hand quickly curls around his throat, unable to fit fully around but Lilith’s thumb presses to his wiring. It’s enough of a threat to make Trojan’s hips fall back to the bed, whimpering out apologies quietly as his entire body trembles. “I cannot help. You feel- nnh- so good-” Trojan groans in his broken English, tipping his head back to reveal his wiring better to her in the hopes she’d spare him the teasing tonight.

“Please let me touch you,” He tries again, not even able to look at her when she speaks. Thank goodness too, because the way it was said, Lilith’s face is flushed a darker shade of lavender. Her breath catching ever so slightly as her thumb presses down on a wire just to hear Trojan’s vocal processor fill with static in his next moan. “So pretty- let me see you?”

Lilith keeps his throat in her hand. But she knows he can feel how she flutters around his clit at the sweet talk. Little bastard, he knew what he was doing- always with the embarrassing romance. The affection. The promises he’d make to be a good boy and make her sing if given the opportunity to worship her.

“You shall stay where I want you, little boy.” Lilith manages to huff out. Starting to grind her hips against his, rocking on his clit with small, little bounces just so he can penetrate her again and again. Being so close makes it easy to grind her clit on him, the wet slides of their pelvises together making it easy to ride him.

Trojan must forget what he asked, because he’s singing like a bird now. His fingers flexing above his head but not pulling at his bonds like he was before, not when Lilith keeps a hand on his throat. Not when Lilith is rocking her hips just right and making Trojan’s voice processor start to static out with pleasure. He must be so sensitive after his prior orgasms.

Lilith’s lips quirk up, once again thinking without a trace of pity: Poor thing.

When Trojan cums once more, he cums with his legs trembling and his clit throbbing hard enough for Lilith to feel it. Not to mention the wetness at her ass where he must have squirted. His face is so cute with the way he tries to process the world after, seeming to come back to his wits when his optics widen and a startled, choked whimper leaves him when he realizes; Lilith isn’t stopping her movements.

“Lilith-” Trojan whimpers out, his hips trying to pull backwards against the bed to no avail as if he could escape. How cute.

Lilith can only let a primal grin spread across her features, her dangerous eyes narrowing and dimples creasing her cheeks. The sharpness of her double canines practically a threat in themselves. “Ah? I thought you wanted to see me cum around you- is that not what you said just an hour ago? Surely you can wait until I finish, can you not?”

The realization crossing Trojan’s features is a delight in itself to see. Even more so when his eyes roll back when her hips start to work faster. Building him up quicker by the minute until Trojan’s panting, his tongue lolling out and trying to cooldown his inner system.

It’s a shame for her beautiful exo boyfriend, that Lilith was excellent at her own self denial in orgasms.

And...

They had the whole day to themselves.

[dont-cry2020]

Meet Me by the Pool

Ashton Irwin x Reader

//Smut and a little fluff at the end// (My first time writing smut don’t come @ me)

//so essentially you’re the photographer for 5sos and you’re shooting the bathtub picture from the Easier music video and you’ve been crushing on Ashton for forever but when you see him in the bathtub soaking wet, it makes you soaking wet (sorry had too) and also Michael is your big brother and Crystal is your best friend and they set you two up bc their tired of you teasing each other//

“Okay,” you say, squatting down in front of the giant tub and focusing your camera. “Luke, I need you to tilt your head back against the ledge,” “Perfect, thank you,” you tell him, snapping a few photos of the four boys. 

You had only been 5 seconds of summer’s photographer for a few weeks, but management really liked what you had done so far, so they asked you to shoot the promo for the band’s new single, ‘Easier’. 

“Okay guys, that was great. You can go now,” you tell them, flicking through the photos you took. You couldn’t help but stare at Ashton's figure. You wondered how someone could be so effortlessly photogenic. Your eyes drink in the photo, looking at how his head was rolled back and his eyes were shut. You couldn’t help but wonder if he would look like that as he took you, right there in that tub.

“You alright, Y/n?” Ashton says from behind you, making you jump. “Sorry,” he chuckles as you stand up from the ground and awkwardly dusk off your thighs. The blush crept up your cheeks as you, once again, took in his appearance. 

The black shirt he wore clung to the muscles that adorned his chest and his biceps were on the verge of popping out of his sleeves. His black trousers were also clinging to other things... You gulped, averting your gaze from his thighs as thoughts rushed through your mind. 

Clearly, he knew what he was doing to you. The way his lips twinged up slightly on one side of his face, and the way he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth. He was teasing you. Had Michael told him about your little crush?

“Y/n?” he steps closer to you, leaving about a foot of distance in between the two of you. “Are you sure you’re alright?” 

“Oh-uh-yeah- I’m fine,” you managed to stutter, scooping up all of your camera equipment in your arms and speed walking to Michael’s dressing room. You burst through the door, ready to throw hands.

“Michael I’m going to kill yo- holy shit I’m so sorry,” you say, shutting the door quickly. You had walked in on your brother burying himself in between his fiancee Crystal’s legs. 

You slide down the wall and bury your head in your knees, the fuzzy feeling radiating in your stomach only increases when you hear that husky voice say your name.

“Y/n?” Ashton asks, standing in front of you. You could see the black dress shoes he wore from under your arms. “What’s wrong?” he asks, making you lift your head and meet his gaze. He had combed his hair again and he was wearing a bright white wife-beater tucked into black trousers. His abs popped out of the sheer shirt and his tattoos were on display for you.

“Earth to Y/n,” he says, raising his eyebrows and popping his dimple out with a bright smile. He waved his hand in front of your face and you snapped back to reality, the blush creeping up your cheeks again as you realized that you had been staring... again.

Suddenly, Ashton’s lips were inches away from your face. His hand rested on the wall above your head, holding himself up so he could lean down to your ear. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt him fan his breath across the side of your neck.

“You know,” he says, his voice soft yet husky. “If you want me to kiss you so badly, you could have just said so, doll.” Your eyes widen at the words that leave his plump red lips. God, what was he doing to you?! 

He moves his head so that his lips are centimeters away from yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you prepare for the relief that washes over you. Or so you thought...

Michael’s dressing room door creaks, making both you and Ashton jump. The drummer straightens himself up and begins to saunter down the hall before Michael can suspect anything as he approaches you, Crystal on his arm.

“Sorry about earlier,” you mumble to the both of them. “Should've knocked.”

“It’s okay,” Crystal says lightly, sliding down the wall next to you. “Something’s up,” she says, tilting her head at you. “What is it?” Ever since your brother had started dating Crystal, the two of you became best friends, and you would tell each other everything. She was the big sister you never had.

You sigh. “Ashton.”

Crystal and Michael both gasp in unison as you had told them about your little crush on the red-haired man after one too many shots were taken at the club.

“Babe, what happened?” Crystal asks you. 

“He almost kissed me but... Didn’t...?” you tell them, confused about the whole situation yourself. “And,” you start. “He’s been like... teasing me... like all day,” you finish, burying your face in your hands again.

“Oh my God,” Michael says. “My little sister is gonna get laid by Ashton Irwin.”

You wack him on the back of the head. 

“What?” he says smugly. “One of us has to fulfill my dream.”

This time it’s Crystal’s turn to thwack him on the back of the head. You laugh a little, pulling your tongue in between your teeth.

“Somebody’s got a crush!” Michael yells, jumping up and skipping through the halls.

“Idiot,” you say to yourself, making you and Crystal burst into a fit of laughter.

Once Michael had disappeared down the long hallway, Crystal decided to give you some real advice. She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. She meant business and you could tell.

“All jokes aside,” she started, leaning up against the opposite wall. “Ashton obviously likes you, and his way of flirting is teasing with you.”

You stand up and pace up and down the hall. “How do I know he’s not just fucking with me?” you say, throwing your hands up. 

“He’s not,” a voice says behind you and you jump (you could blame the four cups of coffee you had this morning for how jumpy you were). 

“Luke?” you say. “How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it,” He says chuckling to himself. “Walls aren’t too thick here, huh? Anyways,” he says, shaking his head. “I’ve known Ashton since I was a teenager and I know that he wouldn’t ever fuck with a girl’s feelings like that. He definitely likes you.”

“See?” Crystal says. “Even Luke agrees with me.”

You look up at the ceiling. “What do I do,” You say to no one in particular, hoping the answer will be laid out right in front of you. 

“Personally,” Luke says, burying his hands in his pockets. “I would dress as sexy as possible and barge into his hotel room tonight. Works every time because even if he doesn’t reciprocate, at least you’ll get a good fuck out of it.”

“Luke!” you and Crystal say in unison. 

“That’s a terrible idea,” Crystal says rolling her eyes. “Just go talk to him. See what he’s about.” Luke shrugs.

“Suit yourself.”

“Thanks for the advice,” you say to Crystal. “I love you so much and I’m so happy you’re gonna be my sister in-law.” Crystal smiles at this.

“Me too,” she says. “Go get him, girl!” 

“I will!” you say, running down the hall.

——————————————————————————

It was around 7:30 in the evening and you still weren’t sure what to do about the ache in your lower stomach. You were driving yourself crazy thinking about the drummer with the red hair and the snake tattoo on his bicep.

You were laying on the bed in your hotel room, staring at the ceiling, when a knock at the door tore you out of your thoughts. You reluctantly opened it to see no one. Wait, what?

Had you imagined that knock? You sighed and shut the door when a yellow card caught your eye. You bent over, picking it up delicately and inspecting the outside of it.

Y/n Y/l/n was written in red ink, fancy looped letters adorned the page. You opened the note.

Y/n,

meet me by the pool at 8. Wear something you can get wet.

-Ashton

You were shaking as you read the note, tracing over each loop and letter, trying to get a hold of what you had just read.

“Wear something you can get wet?” You mumble to yourself. “What does that even mean?”

Michaels POV

“Wear something you can get wet?” Crystal says, raising her eyebrows. “Are you 13?”

“It’s mysterious,” I say, happy with myself as I fold up the note. “They’ll never know.”

“Okay,” Crystal says, folding up an identical note. “Ashton’s is done too. Now all that’s left to do is slip the notes under their doors.”

Ashton’s POV

Ashton,

Meet me by the pool at 8. It’s important.

-Y/n

I read the note over and over again, trying to wake myself up from this daydream. My stomach was full of butterflies as the image of y/n, completely naked in the pool, floated through my head. I felt my cock twitch in my pants as I scolded myself for such thoughts. She said it was important.

I grab my leather jacket and take a deep breath as I make my way down the hallway.

Reader’s POV

7:57. The cold night air made you shiver as you made your way to the pool. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw him, the moonlight illuminating his features.

His trousers were rolled up to his shins, feet dipped in the water as a strand of hair fell into his face. His bicep flexed as he pushed it off his forehead. He looked nervous.

“Hey,” You say quietly, catching his attention.

“Hey,” he breathes, patting the space next to him on the pool deck. You watched his eyes flutter over your body as you carefully sat next to him.

It’s quiet for a while as you figure out what to say.

“Why did-“ you were cut off when Ashton cupped your cheek with his hand and pressed his lips to yours. You could’ve sworn fireworks went off and at that moment, everything was perfect.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you to your feet, his lips feverishly kissing yours. Hours and hours of pent up feelings were released and the relief that you felt was amazing. 

He pressed your back into the wall, the coldness of the brick chilling your bones as you kissed like your life depended on it. You found the door, slipping through it as your fingers ran through Ashton’s red locks.

Before you knew it, you were pressed up against the door to his hotel room as he fiddled with the room key. Ashton kicked the door closed with his foot, your lips not once breaking contact. 

The back of your legs hit the mattress and your knees buckled backward, pulling Ashton on top of you. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and he was making it hard to catch your breath. Your nails scraped down his chest before you reached the hem of his shirt, pushing it over his head and tossing it somewhere in the room.

No words were exchanged as you undressed each other, leaving both of you in your underwear. 

“Y/n,” Ashton pants, breaking the passionate silence. “I really like you but do you really want this?” His forehead was pressed into yours and your eyes fluttered shut as you nodded your head.

“Words, Doll,” he says, running his hand through your long hair. 

“Yes, Ashton. I want this. I want you,” you tell him, before attaching your lips to his again. He reaches around to your bra clasp, moaning at the feeling of your bare breasts pressing into his chest.

Your back arches against him, hoping that you get some friction. Sweat is beading on your forehead as you pant. He attaches his lips to your neck, making you writhe underneath him. He marks your skin with his swollen lips, sucking and biting at the tender flesh. You moan quietly as he finds your sweet spot, gripping at his hair. 

Your hands roam down his shoulders to his arms, squeezing them as he moves his mouth lower and lower. He stops his mouth at your breasts and swirls his tongue around your nipple, using his hand to pinch the other. Nails scrape down his chest as you reach the hem of his boxers, tugging on the tightening fabric slightly. 

Ashton grunts, helping you pull them off. You moan at the sight of his hard cock springing up against his stomach, tip red and leaking pre-cum.

“Ashton,” you moan as his lips reach your navel, sucking and biting at the soft skin. He grabs your underwear with his teeth and slowly drags it down your legs. He looks up at you, asking for your permission and you nod, fisting the sheets as he blows air on your needy heat.

“So wet for me, Love,” he says, kissing the insides of your thighs. “Who got you this worked up?” He smirks, stopping his actions and watching you squirm under him.

“You,” you whisper, wanting him, needing him to do something.

“Sorry, What was that?” He asks, smirking.

“You, Ashton!”

“There you go, Doll.” He dips his tongue into your folds and you feel as though you could come undone right there. He drags his tongue down from your aching clit to your dripping heat, dipping it in and out. He kitten licks your clit, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud making you scream.

“Ashton!” You moan, grabbing at his head. He groans into your heat as you pull his hair.

He continues to work your button with his tongue as he sticks his finger in your hole. Breathy moans leave your mouth as he ravishes you with his tongue and his fingers. He adds two more fingers, opening you up.

“Ashton! I’m gonna,” your words jumble up as you clench around his fingers.

“Cum for me, Doll. Let go.” Ashton places soft kisses on your face as you come down from your high.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says into your neck as he rubs the tip of his throbbing cock over your soaking folds.

“Ashton,” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pecks your lips.

“Yes, love?”

“I like you, too,” You say. “A lot.”

Ashton lets out a breathy laugh and pecks you on the cheek again before pushing himself into you. You both moan in sync as he pushes in further, going balls deep into you.

“God, Baby. You’re so tight.” He starts fucking you at a steady pace, your nails scraping down his back. Throaty moans and the slapping of skin are all that can be heard in the dark hotel room as your dreams come true.

Ashton dips his head into the crook of your neck, adding more marks that were sure to turn purple tomorrow. He feels you clench around his cock, signaling that you’re close and he throws his head back, closing his eyes. I guess he does look like that when he’s taking you. You almost laugh at your stupid fantasy before your orgasm takes over.

“Ashton!” You scream his name, marking his back. He pulls you through your orgasm before spilling his hot load into you.

He falls back on the bed beside you as you both catch your breaths. He pulls your body close to you and kisses your lips.

“Y/n?” He asks, rubbing his hand up and down your hip.

“Mm,” You mumble, burying your face in his hot chest.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course,” You say, planting a kiss on his lips.

The Next Morning—————————————————

“Good morning, Love,” a voice says beside you, groggy and deep from sleep.

You groan, snuggling impossibly closer to the warm body next to you.

“Too early.”

Ashton chuckles. “It’s 11:30, Love.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you recall the events of last night.

“Time to wake up!” Michael’s voice echoes from the other side of the door.

“Shit shit shit!” You panic, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around your body.

Michael barges in the door. “I told you it would work!” He says, moving out of the way revealing Luke and Crystal behind him.

“What the fuck are you guys doing!” Ashton yells, pulling your body closer to his and covering your body with the sheets. “And what do you mean ‘it would work?!”

Michael scratches the back of his head. “We kind of made you guys those notes.”

“What?” You ask, thoroughly confused.

“The notes,” Crystal repeats. “The ones you both received last night... telling each other to meet at the pool.”

“You mean..” you look at Ashton. “That wasn’t from you?” Ashton shakes his head as you both erupt into laughter.

“Could you guys please fuck off now?” Ashton says to the three people standing in the middle of your room. They scuffle out, leaving you and Ashton to laugh with each other at their friends' stupidity.

You couldn’t help but smile at the red headed man lying in front of you as you scooted closer to his chest.

“What?” He asks you, eyes crinkling up as he pulls you closer.

“I just really love you.” Your eyes widen as you realize what you just said.

“I love you too,” Ashton says with no hesitation.

[angelaiswriting]

White Nights | Anatoly Ranskahov x reader x Sergei

[original picture: pexels]

✏️ Pairing: Anatoly Ranskahov x fem!reader x Sergei (Yurchenko)

✏️ Requested by me, bc I’m the worst kind of friend haha

✏️ A/N: *sweating* :) beware. Also, thank you Paulina for helping me choose which Russians to use <3

✏️ Warnings: this is a fucking threesome, so 18+ ONLY!!! Don’t cheat or I’ll block you. Contains: m/f/m sex, safe and unsafe sex, oral (both male and female receiving), double penetration, vaginal sex, anal sex, breeding kink, overstimulation, cum play (? I guess, but it lasts half a second). This should be all...

✏️ Word-count: 4,974 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE FOR YOU 💛

The late May cool breeze is a gentle caress against her skin as she lies there, on silk bed sheets, next to a sleeping Anatoly. His skin looks paler under the light of Piter’s white nights, just as his love bites look darker, red and purple tattoos next to his black ones.

Y/N grins, turning onto her side and propping herself up on an elbow. Her fingers trace the line of his jaw, down his jugular–he moves in his sleep, exhaling loudly from his nose–, then down his chest. She traces the griffin on his right shoulder and she bends down to graze her lips against his still slightly sweaty skin.

Anatoly shivers, goosebumps cover his skin under her lips. The fingers of his right hand twitch almost imperceptibly, but she still feels the movement, feels the tensing and relaxing of the muscles in his arm, under his warm skin. He turns his head towards her but he doesn’t wake up–her touch is too tender, too light, like a feather gently caressing his skin.

A smile graces her lips as her hand resumes its movement. Her fingers walk on his chest like ghosts. They outline his right Ortisala star, gently pressing on each of the eight points before she draws her fingertips lower. Her blunt nails lightly graze his nipple and he hisses, still swimming too deeply in his dreams to wake up. She teases it for a few seconds and stares in almost blissed awe as it beads under her touch.

There’s a tingling in her clit–it’s probably because of the orgasms she’s already had tonight, but she likes to think it’s because of what she’s doing to him. She pushes her right knee until it bumps into his thigh and the movement causes light friction between her legs. And she sighs.

Her lips skim against his skin: they leave one last kiss on his shoulder before they trail down his arm, cross onto his chest, down his pectoral. Her tongue slips out: first, it licks her upper lip, then its tip teases his nipple before flattening against it. She sucks on it for a few seconds and Anatoly’s hips slightly wiggle, his ass–the same ass she left a hickey on before he fell asleep–presses a little harder against the mattress.

“Zayka.”

She smirks against Tolya’s skin before she turns around and lays on her back.

A low hum of approval tears its way from the base of her throat as she looks at Sergei. He’s leaning against the doorframe of the huge five-star bathroom and the light of the in-ceiling lamps is like a fair-orange fog behind him. The condensation from the shower he’s just taken lingers in the air, dampens his freshly dried skin.

He’s hard again–she can see the outline of his erection underneath the white towel hugging his waist. She moans, her ass presses into the mattress much like Anatoly’s a minute ago, and her legs open slightly. It doesn’t matter that she’s been cleaned before falling asleep: there’s still an insistent wet feeling between her legs.

“Please, don’t go,” she begs. Her right hand moves down between her legs, middle finger tracing down her clit, fingertip gently pressing into her core. “Please, don’t go yet.” Her voice is a whisper, but Seriozha smirks and she knows he’s heard her pleas.

He hums, pushing off of the door frame. His steps are measured as he moves closer to the bed. He has the gaze of a predator, but there’s still an amused smirk tugging at his lips, one that makes her smile brightly. “You want me to stay?”

They both know she does. She always begs him to stay a little longer, always a little longer and minutes turn quickly into hours when she does–and when he does stay. It doesn’t happen always. He’s always busy, there’s always something he has to do, places he has to be, people he has to beat. But he always makes time for her, and today is no exception.

“I do, and you know it well.” Her voice is strained, she’s moaned too much tonight. But arousal is slowly starting to boil again in her stomach and in her veins and it’s clear in her tone.

“Aren’t you tired?” His fingers graze her right ankle, up her shin, rough skin against her tender one. He places his palm on her knee and presses it down as he sinks on one knee on the mattress. A bruise has blossomed on her inner thigh and he bends forward, he kisses it, he lavishes it with his hot tongue.

She shudders. A low moan seethes from her kiss-swollen lips.

“I’m not,” she manages to say, and her answer is a breath as she stares up at him.

Truth is, she is. She’s exhausted–and she’s sore. And they both know it. Her thighs are still shivering, her breath is becoming shorter and shorter the longer he stares at her, the longer his skin burns her sweaty one. But she’s greedy–they both are.

“Liar,” he chuckles against her thigh. His lips move closer to her labia. He nudges her clit with his nose, breathing her in before he plants a slippery kiss on her lower abdomen.

Neither of them cares about the lie. It’s like a game, like a cat chasing a mouse, with the only difference that they’re both chasing each other.

“I truly don’t want you to leave.”

“I know,” he hums, moving the other knee on the bed and crawling over her. “You never do.” His lips are light on her skin, but the gentle touches still make her muscles tense and shiver at the same time.

Her body sings under his kisses. His chest grazes against her breasts, it presses slightly harder against her turgid nipples and she moans, face nuzzling in the crook of his neck.

He’s keeping his hips away from hers and she knows it. There’s no way she’s going to keep to herself if he shows her how much he still craves her, how much her love-kissed body still draws him in.

“Stay,” she murmurs against his skin, right on his pulse point, a patch of skin she has spent part of the night kissing and suckling.

Her leg hooks behind his, trying to pull him closer–to no avail.

“Please.”

Her hand is quick at snaking between their bodies and before he can stop her, she’s tugged at the towel around his hips and she has opened it. His erection brushes against her abdomen and her back arches. He moans.

“You know I can’t,” he whispers against her cheek, his voice low, so as not to wake Anatoly who’s just moved in his sleep. He presses a kiss on the corner of her lips, one of his hands brushes strands of hair away from her forehead, where sweat has dampened them. “Vladimir needs me.”

Her other leg hooks around his thigh and she moves it higher up until her knee is resting next to his butt. She pushes him against her and his is a welcome weight against her spent, but still throbbing body. “I need you more.”

She grabs his face in her hands. The hold is gentle, yet firm at the same time. She smiles up at him, eyes glinting, dimples forming on her cheeks. She’s waiting for him. It’s a script they know by heart now, and when he pushes down, presses his lips against hers, she exhales hard from her nose, she snakes her arms around his neck.

There’s no going back now, this is the point of no return.

“You’re greedy,” he states, lips moving against hers as he speaks.

“I am.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“Can you blame me?” Her hands move to his shoulders, down his arms, then back up again and down his back, fingertips pressing into his sore muscles. “With a man like you, I don’t see how else you expect me to be…”

He laughs then, and she loves the sound of his laughter. It makes her skin tingle, her stomach knot, her blood thrum in her veins. She doesn’t know how Anatoly sleeps through it, and neither does Sergei, but it doesn’t matter–she’s not going to neglect him anyway.

“You are terrible,” he jokes, slowly lowering his hips to meet hers again. He lulls his hips against hers, kisses her cheekbone, inhales her scent. She smells of him and of Anatoly and of sweat and of the cigarette he’s smoked before entering the bathroom to shower. “You’ll get me fired.”

“All the better.” Her hands slip around his waist, move down to his ass, pinch his buttcheeks. “I’ll have you for myself all day every day.”

“Do you ever tire?”

“Of course, but not of you.”

Sergei shakes his head. He presses his body down harder against hers, feels her nipples hard against his chest, feels her wet labia hugging the underside of his dick. “You will be the death of me,” he smiles, kissing both her eyelids, then her nose, then her lips.

She grins at him. “You’re already mine.”

He kisses her again, and she kisses him back, parts her lips before his insistence can pry them open. It’s slow and wet and hot, and his tongue brushes against hers. He can feel her heart beat right below his, hammering against his ribcage.

A moan chokes in her throat as he kisses her when a slightly harsher jerk of his hips has his dick to bump into her clit. She arches off the mattress and against him and his lips move from hers to her neck, the dip in her collarbone, the valley of her breasts.

His hands brush up and down her sides as he sucks a hickey on the side of her tit. He doesn’t know who gave it to her, whether he or Tolya. Once, at the beginning of their relationship, he used to be able to tell his love bites from Anatoly’s, but now…

“Serionya,” she moans, fingers tugging at his hair when his lips finally wrap around one of her nipples.

Her body feels like it’s exploding then, her skin feels like it’s on fire. Her breath is soon ragged as he tugs her nipple, laps her still sore and sensitive skin with his tongue.

He has the touch of an angel, Sergei. Anatoly is often rougher, but she doesn’t mind it. She loves the contrast between her lovers, loves how they know how to work her body to tear from her the reactions they want. She loves it when Tolya spanks her, just as she loves it when Serzh kisses and licks her bruises and her hickeys. She loves how they both drive her crazy, how they leave her body sore and loved and warm.

She also loves it when Sergei worships her breasts. It’s almost as though he feels when they’re more tender and sensitive than usual, and even more so after a long afternoon spent making love. He’s tending to them now, teeth lightly grazing and nipping the skin, lips, and tongue almost torturing her nipples.

“They’ll be even more sensitive when you’re with child,” he groans, squeezing her left breast in his calloused hand.

There’s something in the idea of getting pregnant with Sergei or Anatoly’s child, something that drives her crazy. They use her breeding kink to their advantage, they slap her with it when she least expects it, and it doesn’t matter that they’ve never actually talked about it.

But there’s still no way she can stop that loud moan from tearing her whole mind apart and it’s then that Tolya wakes up. He stretches next to her and it takes him a while to realize what the sound that woke him up was. And when he’s fully back to reality, Sergei is already kissing his way down her belly and towards her vagina.

“Bozhe moy,” Tolik hums and she can feel Sergei grin against her.

“To-” but her voice is caught in her throat when the man between her legs sucks her clit in his mouth. Her back arches again and it’s almost painful, her core still sensitive and slightly overstimulated.

Sergei and Anatoly could have the ability to read each other’s mind and the fact wouldn’t surprise her, for it’s already like they know what they have to do and they work on her in sync. As the former pushes a finger into her pussy, Anatoly turns onto his side and kisses her shoulder much like she did to him before Sergei got out of the bathroom.

“You are little devil,” he hums against her skin, sleep still clouding his senses.

There’s no way she can answer him with words, for she’s too lost in the feel of Seriozha’s finger slowly pumping in and out of her, his fingertip firmly pressing against the sensitive patch of skin on the front wall of her vagina. She feels every inch of that finger down to his bruised knuckle just as she feels every contraction of her pussy around it. There’s a tugging in her lungs as her breath grows shorter. Her eyes are so tightly shut that she can see sparks behind her eyelids.

Right then, Tolik brushes his thumb against her nipple and she comes. It’s hard and sudden and noisy as Sergei draws her pleasure out, forcing a second finger into her cunt, fighting against the spasming tightness of her womanhood.

As his friend is busy working her through her orgasm to prepare the soil for another, Anatoly stares at her face. He watches as it contorts in pleasure, as her eyelids screw even tighter. He feels all her strength as her hand grabs his forearm and grips hard on it, fingers bruising into his skin, into his muscles. It’s a sight he’ll never get tired of, and the sounds she makes…

Bozhe moy.

They make goosebumps wash over his skin, they tug at his stomach. When she groans like that, half in pleasure and half in something more, he feels blood rush to his groin. It stirs something inside him, and he wants to take her right then and there. He wants to mark her body, bruise her skin with love bites–and he knows Sergei wants to do the same, that’s why he’s stayed, that’s why he always stays when she begs him like he’s her own personal god.

“Serzh,” she moans breathlessly.

Anatoly moves her arm so that he can lay closer to her, kiss her breast and her neck, her earlobe, her cheek, press his hardening cock against the side of her thigh.

Sergei stops for a second. He gives himself a gentle tug, swipes his thumb over the head of his penis, hisses at the feeling, then moves his fingers inside her for another couple of seconds. Y/N loses her breath entirely, both because her pussy is still raw and sensitive, and because Anatoly is sucking kisses into the crook of her neck, teasing her left nipple with long, slender fingers.

Both men kiss her skin for endless minutes, they let her calm down from the drawn-out orgasm that’s still making her legs tremble. Tolya focuses on her neck, on the side of her chest, rolling his hips against her leg. He pushes higher up on the bed, turns her head towards him with his hand, and he kisses her. She kisses him back–sloppily, slowly, and it’s all lips and tongue. Serzh kisses her right hip, presses his fingertips into her right thigh, pushes his hips against hers. He kisses her belly, sucks a hickey next to her belly button. He licks and sucks her skin, calms her down with his tongue, crawls up the side of her body until he lays next to her, wrapped to her much like Anatoly.

Y/N’s breath is heavy. And ragged. She loves it when she’s too spent to continue but she still begs Sergei to stay. It always ends with him between her legs, drawing her wild in a matter of minutes.

Her brain has stopped, she cannot think. She can only feel. She feels them both against her. She feels their burning skins, their even hotter breaths. Their erections press into the skin of her thighs–Sergei’s leaking pre-cum, Anatoly’s not yet.

The feeling of them so close, their touches swimming to her through her blissful daze, is enough to make her moan again.

She turns her head when Anatoly turns around to fumble in the bedside table and she kisses Sergei–or rather it’s Sergei that kisses her. They stare into each other’s eyes as they do and she moans in the kiss when she tastes herself on his tongue. He makes her suck his fingers clean and she does. She sucks on them like she would his dick and he presses them down against her tongue. A low moan rumbles in his throat and she whimpers.

“Ptichka.”

She lets Seriozha’s fingers go when she hears Anatoly call her, but she doesn’t turn. She grabs Sergei’s hand and she moves it on her breast. His spit-covered fingers make her skin slippery, but none of them cares.

“Why don’t you kiss him?”

Y/N knows what Tolya means with that kissing and Sergei does, too. He groans loudly, rolls his hips against her leg and she lets his hand go.

He turns on his back and she kisses his chest as she hovers over him. Her lips tease him, they tug at the skin of his neck before her touch moves down his body, skims over his bruises and his tattoos until she’s nestled between his legs.

Her jaw is sore and tired, but she still grins up at him as Anatoly shuffles behind her, tears the package of a condom open. The sole focus of her attention, though, is Sergei. Sergei, who’s staring down at her with glossy eyes. Sergei, whose bruised hands lay on hers as they press into his hips. Sergei, who’s able to edge her for hours, who brings her closer and closer to her orgasm and stops a heartbeat before she comes on his fingers or on his face.

She wants to edge him, too. She wants to tease him until he cannot take it anymore, until his dick is too overstimulated, until he begs her to let him come. But she’s tired, he’s tired, Anatoly probably is, too, even if he’s had almost two hours to sleep and recharge.

And so she plays no games with him and does what Tolya told her to. She bends down as Anatoly keeps her ass up, presses himself against it, and she places a gentle kiss on the head of Sergei’s tip. She licks his precum away and it’s slightly sweet as she hums against him, lips trailing down his length until they press against one of his balls.

“Ptichka…” Anatoly hums as he bends down over her, pressing his chest against her back. His fingers are cool are they glide over her skin, tease the underside of her breasts, tug at her nipples. “Don’t tease him,” he reprimands her. The tone of his voice is sweet, and his lips are even sweeter as they brush against her earlobe.

Sergei grins in agreement and his chuckle turns into a groan when she takes him in her mouth. It’s wet and hot and he loves every second of it–he always does and she knows. Her movements are slow nonetheless and she moans around him when Tolya gently pushes a finger into her pussy as his tongue swipes over her asshole. It’s still loose from when Seriozha fucked her from behind that afternoon.

Her brain is unbelievably slow at picking up with what Anatoly wants to do, but when she eventually does, she almost chokes on Sergei and his cock ends up deep in her throat.

“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers tangling in her hair and pulling her head up.

Her eyes close, though, as Anatoly pours lube on her butthole before he goes on and teases her open. It’s an easy task, for Sergei always feels unbelievably huge–bigger than Tolik–when he fucks her ass. And he knows how to fuck it, it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t end up as deep as Anatoly, because the stretch she gets when slowly and teasingly bucks into her is…

“Want me to come in your mouth?” Sergei’s voice is strained as he stares at his twitching dick.

“I thought you were…” She licks her lips, arching her back under the assault of Tolya’s mouth on her clit and of his fingers in her ass. “Going to fuck a kid in me, wanted my tits even more sensitive…”

She slowly crawls over his body, movements unhurried and measured to allow her other man to follow her. Her breasts brush over his skin and his cock is trapped between them until her nipples glide over his abdomen. She stops to suckle his own beaded nipples and she groans when Anatoly’s touch disappears.

“We will both fuck kid into you,” he whispers in her ear from above her. His slick fingers grasp her boobs and squeeze them until she moans again, wiggling her ass against his hips, his dick pressing between her buttcheeks.

Anatoly is the worst at their breeding kink game. He’s capable of coming without anyone touching him when the dirty talk reaches a high enough level. He moans and grunts and squeezes her hips in a vice grip–and then spends endless minutes kissing and licking every bruise he’s left on her skin.

He lulls his hips against the curve of her ass and the pressure pushes her down and onto Sergei, and they all moan. The latter grabs her face in his hands and kisses her, passion burning on his tongue as he swipes it against hers, while the former lets himself fall back onto the mattress with a grunt.

They both maneuver her until she’s lying on her side, facing Sergei, who hooks her left leg around his hips and thrusts up into her pussy without warning. The feeling draws a long moan from her throat as Serzh sobs in pleasure at the tight feeling of her.

And this time it’s Y/N who stares at his face, contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed, tendons visible under the skin of his neck. She nuzzles her face against his cheek, swipes her tongue against his stubble-covered jaw. There’s a low sigh on her part when he pulls his hips back until only the tip of his dick is inside her, and then another moan when he slowly pushes back in and tugs at her legs to penetrate her deeper.

Then she tenses when she feels Tolya’s middle finger tease her butthole once more. She knows he wants to go slower, she feels it in the uncertainty of his movements, but she also knows he cannot wait. So she drapes a hand back and winds her fingers through his hair, pushing her closer to her back until he’s kissing her shoulder, his hand grabbing her hip to keep her in place.

The feeling of completion builds up slowly, for he slowly pushes into her ass, and all she can do is whimper and sob. All she can feel are her muscles stretching around their erections and her hardened nipples pressing into Sergei’s chest as her back arches. She tugs on Anatoly’s hair until he groans and he snaps his hips forward, pushing the last few inches into her.

They all stop to catch their breaths and Y/N is on the verge of the umpteenth orgasm of the day, and even more so when Tolya pushes his hand between her and Sergei’s bodies and toys with her clit.

It’s all it takes for Sergei to draw his hips back and when he pushes back in, it’s Anatoly’s turn to pull out. The alternating movement keeps her on edge, but it’s not just them: both men can feel each other’s erections brushing against her inner walls and against each other. It’s something they love–double penetration. They feel all of her and all of each other and it always takes them less time to come.

That’s the reason why less than a minute later, Seriozha, left somewhat overstimulated by Y/N’s mouth, comes with a grunt, snapping his hips forward and knocking the breath out of Tolya’s lungs. His release triggers her own orgasm and the three of them still, Sergei and Y/N catching their breaths as Anatoly pulls out quickly. He massages her arm, kisses her shoulder, the side of her neck, until Sergei pulls out, too, and she can turn onto her back.

Right then, Sergei’s phone rings and there’s a unanimous grunt when they see the caller is Vladimir.

“Have to go,” Serzh mutter against her lips before pecking them.

She complains, but she lets him go. Anatoly pulls her onto her back and moves over her as they both listen as the other man quickly cleans himself up before getting dressed and leaving.

“You have to talk with your brother,” she whimpers when his mouth latches onto her left nipple and tugs hard.

“Will do, zayka.”

He slips down her body, grabs a hold of her thighs and spreads them open and then, a huge grin plasters itself onto his lips. There’s awe in his eyes as he stares at Sergei’s cum leaking out of her cunt and he bends down to lick it back up. She whimpers and wiggles in his hold when his lips and tongue come in contact with her raw skin and then her clit. And there’s a gasp when he’s ready to penetrate her, for she’s noticed his condom and she’s put her foot on the crucifix tattooed on the middle of his chest.

“That has to go,” she whines and she shudders as she watches him take the latex glove off.

He pushes into her slowly and he almost has to fight his way in, her walls are still convulsing. She clamps down on him, her eyes falling shut as her hands cover her tits and hold onto them.

“You are something else entirely,” he mutters against her throat when he bends down, covers her body with his.

He doesn’t wait a second before starting to thrust in and out, always faster and deeper. The feeling of Sergei’s semen inside her is enough to spur his arousal, to drive him wild as his thrusts get sloppy in anticipation of what is to come.

“Relax,” she whispers against his ear. She nips at his earlobe, kisses his jaw, sucks his lower lip and grazes it with her teeth as she pulls at it.

His exhale is loud when he breathes out his nostrils against the crook of her neck. He winds his arms under her back, holds onto her shoulders as his movements get more frantic and her walls squeeze him so hard he has to screw his eyes shut.

She’s spent, he knows it, but she still bucks her hips, she tries to meet each and every thrust of his. Her arms bring him closer, they force him to mold his chest against hers. Her breath is ragged against his skin and so is his against hers.

It doesn’t take him long to enter that almost-there grey zone, when he twitches and throbs inside her, whimpering under his breath. His hands push her thighs open wider and then closer to her and with the new position, her feet hook around his ass, her heels press into the soft skin of his buttcheeks.

When she whispers, “Fuck that kid into me as Seriozha did,” he grunts and moans and snaps his hips forward so hard it hurts, but the orgasm that strikes him leaves him breathless. His back tenses and arches off of her chest, his toes curl, the muscles in his thighs quiver, his knees lock, and behind his closed eyelids white pleasure explodes.

She’s caressing his back when he comes back down to earth, her lips brushing against his cheeks as she whispers sweet nothings into his skin. Her skin is warm against him, both of them covered in sweat and goosebumps as the night breeze hisses in through the open French window.

“You truly are something else,” he mutters against her boob before he lifts his head just enough to lick away his drool from her skin.

Y/N laughs at that and the sound reverberates through his chest before he gets up onto his knees.

“Come, let’s shower,” he smiles, grabbing her hands in his and pulling her up.

They lean against each other on trembling legs as they enter the bathroom and then sit down on the floor of the shower, warm water raining down on them.

Anatoly stares as his and Sergei’s jizz trickles down her pussy, against the tiles of the bathroom, down the drain of the shower and he can’t but feel enamored with the view.

When she catches him staring, she takes one of his hands in hers and brings it to her core. At first, the contact is short-lived: he smiles, exhausted, but then he moves his hand away to sit behind her. When her back is pressed against his chest, though, his hand resumes its position between her legs and it cups her sex. He doesn’t tease her, doesn’t push a finger into her. He just smiles down at her when her head falls back onto his shoulder and kisses her forehead, her eyes closing in exhaustion.

None of them wants their vacation to be over.

“I love you,” she sighs, after a while, hands massaging up and down his thighs.

He chuckles, pulling her closer with an arm around her waist. “Tozhe tebya lyublyu.”

I am so sorry, guys. I’m so sorry you have to bear with me *facepalms* I... I’m another person when Russians are involved, istg.

Holy shit, though, writing this felt like going through labor, but boy, am i happy with it! :) Now I’ll just go dig myself a hole so that I can hide in it. I’ll answer from my grave if you leave feedback, I guess Satan will be nice company :)

P.S. I’m sorry if this sucks.

P.P.S. :) this is an anxious smile, for the record. :)

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Daddy’s boy Chapter 3 {biadore} - imafuckinglibra

It is I, the frenchiest fry! We finally got smut people! Everyone can thank me later, also next chapter is smut again bc idk I felt like it. Anyone who ever wondered how trans guys have sex? Same as cis people, shocking ik. But you’ll get to enjoy that throughout these 2 chapters and they have some domestic fluffy goodness mixed in there. Like I said I’m dysphoric af these last few weeks so any transphobic or hateful things Danny says to himself, I apologize for again it was mainly in the last chapter but still sorry for projecting me being sad onto him. Enjoy the smut k bye

Danny grinned devilshly, licking his lips as he pulled down Roy’s pants nuzzling his growing erection through his boxers.“Fuck.” Roy groaned when Danny pulled down his boxers too, joinning his jeans at his ankles. His hand quickly around the older man’s cock stroking it. “You’ll be the death of me.” He whispered trying to contain his smile. Danny smling while licking the tip of his cock, slowly swirling the precum bubbling out around the head for a minute. Roy threw his head back against the wall, gripping Danny’s long hair as he took him all in. Roy was thick, easily filling his entire mouth, the feeling making him moan around it as he found a rhythm that seemed to work. The vibrations coming from his throat making Roy’s dick twitch, growing even more. “Shit, Danny that feels so fuck….” Roy couldn’t even finish his sentence, too lost in the warmth around his tip.  Danny smiled, proud that he could make Roy come undone so easily.

 He picked up the pace of both his hand and his bopping, pulling the dick out of his mouth sucking the tip efficiently every now and then. He gripped Roy’s tight ass, digging his nails into it as he felt Roy’s grip in his hair tightening too. “Baby, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum way too quickly.” Roy warned opening his eyes to look straight into Danny’s eyes, lust filled and mischievous. Danny dug his nails into Roy’s ass harder making him hiss as he picked up his pace again, pushing Roy’s cock further into his mouth. Roy grabbed his hair tighter, his hips bucking forward on their own as he stared at the boy, his dick hitting the back of his throat. “Fuck Dan.” He grunted again, pushing his head down more, so close to release. Danny’s moaning increased too while picking up his pace, now cupping his balls as well. Roy grabbed his head with both hands, pushing it down a few more times as he grunted loudly, cumming down his throat. Danny made sure not to miss a single drop, swallowing more of Roy every time he felt his dick twitch, shooting warm cum down his throat. Roy let go of his hair, panting heavily when Danny slowly let go of his dick licking the base of it and giving the head a final kiss after licking up some left over cum. “I’m going to fuck you up.” Roy said bending down and picking Danny up.

Danny giggled as Roy carried him to the bedroom, falling on the bed with Roy on top of him discarding the rest of his clothes. Giving Danny a kiss he tasted himself on his lips making him eager to taste Danny as well. “Your turn.” Roy bent down, kissing Danny’s neck, biting at the soft flesh making his skin flare up and his growth grow erect.

Normally in this situation Danny would be in control, avoiding his partner ever having too touch him. Roy’s every move was too perfect, too addictive for his brain to register anything else and want to resist. He took off his shirt, biting his jaw before kissing the freckles on his shoulder. He looked up at Danny, making eye contact with him while he kissed down to his nipple. Post op his chest felt numb yet sensitive when touched, but every time Roy placed another kiss on him, it sent electricity through Danny, ending up straight at his growth. He wanted to stop it,  he’d never really let anyone touch his chest this much, but he was too desperate for Roy’s touch to care. Roy’s stare pinning him down, making his need for him grow every second. 

Roy sucked at the pink nipple making Danny moan and put a hand through his hair, indicating to Roy he was doing a good job. He sucked on the other nipple biting it gently a few times as Danny tried bucking his hips up to meet Roy’s. 

Roy started taking off Danny’s belt when he suddenly shot up. “Don’t, you don’t have to, really.” Panic in his voice, scared of Roy seeing him naked. He came up to look Danny in the eyes, kissing him passionately, bitting his bottom lip. “I don’t have to, but I want to.” He said biting Danny’s jaw again as he unzipped his pants. Danny couldn’t say no, his need for Roy outweighing the shame and dysphoria he felt. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes to avoid looking at Roy or what he was doing. The feeling of dread setting in as he felt Roy pulling at his zipper. “Tell me when to stop and I will.” His voice sincere, taking off Danny’s pants and throwing the packer to the side. Danny nodded, taking in a deep breath to prepare for the worst. Roy removed his briefs, looking at the young man beneath him. “Wow.” He breathed out running his hands along Danny’s thighs, kneeling down between his legs hanging off the bed. “Danny, you’re so fucking stunning.” Danny’s eyes shot open, he sat up on his elbows to see if he had heard him correct and this was actually happening. His gaze darted from the beautiful dimples framing a smile to his crotch. Seeing Roy swirl his tongue around his erect growth making the boy moan loudly and fall back onto the bed, gripping the sheets. Roy’s smile grew at the reaction, wanting to make him feel as much pleasure possible. He took Danny in his mouth sucking on him and bopping his head slighly. He flicked his tongue over his head as he sucked it, looking up to see if Danny was enjoying it or if it was too much for him.

 "Fuck yeah.“ Danny moaned as if he read Roy’s mind. His voice was strained as he arched his back moving his hips up to fully enjoy Roy’s skillful mouth. Roy enjoyed the view of the boy clearly getting close to his own release. He reached up, grabbing Danny’s hips tightly, black nails digging into his soft, pale skin. Danny started moving his hips up more unable to control them, Roy holding them down tightly as he sucked on him harder, hollowing out his cheeks and bopping his head faster. "Fuck.” Danny moaned loudly, his voice breaking as his knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets. His vision went dark, his body bucking a few times into Roy’s mouth before falling onto the soft sheets, his skin damp and his breathing heavy. Roy kissed his thighs soflty before grabbing onto a piece of skin and biting it, marking the boy as his. 

Danny, still panting heavily, didn’t look up but made grabby hands at Roy as he tried containing his amusement climbing on the bed and kissing Danny’s neck and jaw till he regained his composure. “Fuck that was good. What the hell?” Danny finally asked sitting up on his elbows and looking at Roy. He chuckled and gave Danny a kiss. “So giving good head is a bad thing? I know my way around dick.” “Yeah but, I don’t,’ His voice trailed off again shifting his view from Roy’s eyes to his lower half. Roy sat up, pulling Danny onto his lap. "You do have a dick, otherwise I wouldn’t have sucked it now would I?” Roy whispered cupping Danny’s face, making sure he had his full attention.

Roy was the first lover Danny had been with that made him feel comfortable with his body, he always felt ashamed, like he had to prove to his partners he could make up for what he was lacking. He was different, he made Danny feel like he was complete,lacking nothing , like his body was nothing to hide. He felt tears forming in his eyes as Roy hugged him, holding him tightly, their bodies pressed together as if they were becoming one. “I do have one question though.” Roy said making Danny panic slightly as he let go of him looking into his dark eyes. Roy pushed him off onto his back. “How does someone who eat so fucking much, stay so tiny?” He asked patting Danny’s belly making him giggle uncontrolablly covering his mouth with his hands. He rolled over to avoid looking at him earning a smack on his ass hard enough it left a handprint. “Nice tattoo.” Roy smirked kissing the cresent moon on his cheek. Danny rolled over again, jumping on Roy making him fall over. The 2 of them stayed like that for a few minutes, laughing between kisses, Roy’s hands firmly gripping his round ass. “Now,” Roy finally said interrupting the moment. “Can we please go to bed? I’m fucking tired.”

Roy layed on his side yawning while Danny went to get a glass of water, he felt himself drifting off to sleep unable to keep his eyes open when Danny returned. He got in next to the man nuzzling his face into his neck, Roy wrapping his arms around him pulling him in as close as possible. “Definitely scewed.” Roy yawned a final time making Danny giggle, kissing his shoulder. 

Roy flipped the piece of toast in the pan making it sizzle, the delicious smell of french toast wafting through the entire apartment. “Your cooking is almost as good as your head.” Danny moaned taking another big bite, wiggling his legs with delight. Roy laughed at the young boy eagerly holding out his plate for another piece. “Keep eating them that fast and you’ll get fat.” Roy teased putting the last piece of hot toast on his plate picking up his coffee. He went to sit down next to Danny, giving him a quick kiss. “It all goes to my ass, it’s okay.” “You sure about that?” Roy asked rubbing his belly, “At what point do I start getting my good luck?” “I am your good luck.” Danny slapped his hand away, trying to look as serious as possible as he took another bite. “That you are.” Roy couldn’t help but grin at the idiot. He made him feel whole, like something that was missing his whole life had been filled. Something about him kept pulling Danny to him like a magnet. Danny reached out, caressing Roy’s cheek noticing a bit of grey in the slight stubble. “You’re kind of giving me daddy vibes with this grey patch.” Roy laughed, flashing his bright smile. “Oh god, am I that old?” Danny shook his head before giving Roy another kiss. “No, but you’re total daddy material.” Roy swallowed down the last of his coffee, stealing a bite from Danny’s plate. “And you’re not human.” He joked, licking his lips. “Nope, I’m a creature of the ocean.” Danny sing songed, flicking his hair back majestically, sitting up straighter and holding his ass out. “Emphasis on the creature.” Roy joked running his fingers along Danny’s smooth back. 

“You want to go shower and take these two to the dog park?” He asked, Danny’s face lighting up more than the dogs’ at the mention of the trip. “A day with my babies?” He jumped off the stool picking Dede up and kissing her. “And my daddy.” He added winking at Roy. “Never mention that in front of the others, I beg of you.” He said running his finger through his hair, getting up and giving Dede and Danny’s forehead both a kiss. “You can go first, just leave me some hot water.” He went into the bedroom to see what clothes he had that would fit Danny too. Danny opted to wear his own jeans but taking a shirt from Roy, mainly so he could enjoy the smell of him all day.

“Shane mentioned a talent show at the school coming up, all the music majors can enter for extra credit.” Danny mentioned as he and Roy walked hand in hand, watching the small dogs run around the field. “You know I’ve never heard you actually sing, you good?"Roy laughed raising his brow earning a shove from Danny. He just put his arm around the taller boy and pulling him closer to kiss his cheek apologizing for the joke. "I did have a song in mind, I wrote it a while ago but I’ve kind of been thinking of writing a new one about you instead.” Roy looked at the blushing boy. “Oh?” “Yeah, it’s about your blow job abilities. The world needs to know.” He joked leaning down to take the stick from Sammy, throwing it out for him again. “If you did I’d fucking kill you. I know a guy who can get me out of prison.”

“Think you’ll do great at the show though.” Roy said getting back into the car with the 2 dogs in the back seat, laying down and panting. “Come here.” Danny asked pulling Roy closer handing him the phone. “You take it.” Danny leaned in against Roy, pouting his lips and holding a finger to his chin, Roy smiling contently and taking the selfie. “Now I have a cute new lock screen of my cute new man.” Danny giggled fiddling with his phone as Roy drove off. “About that, I know you guys said it was safe but I still think we should keep the pda and all that a bit more secret don’t you?” Roy asked pulling up to a light, caressing Danny’s cheek before driving off again. “I mean, do I still get to kiss you or call you daddy?” Danny’s voice was low as if not being abe to touch Roy again was hurting him. “You can kiss me when we’re not around people or at school. The daddy thing though, let’s keep that to a minimum in general.” Roy laughed pulling into the garage of his building, the thought of his friends hearing it making him get chills. “So, can I kiss you now?” Danny asked getting out of the car and walking over to Roy who was taking the dogs out, holding on in each arm. “Yes, you may.” He smiled as Danny held his face pulling him in for a kiss. 

Roy had dropped Danny off at his apartment after they fell asleep on his couch for an hour, saying he had some school things to take care of and Danny had his song and projects to work on. “Oh hey, one of you bitches are still alive.” Jay said before taking a hit from his pipe. “Jason is still out, just texted him.” Danny came to sit down next to his friend refilling the bowl before also taking a hit. “He’s probably still fucking Matt and claiming to not be an item, they totally are though.” He said exhaling, Jay nodding his head and getting up to go look for food. “I brought leftovers from my lunch with those friends yesterday.” Danny waved over to the counter where he had placed the tupperware and took another hit. “Tell your sugar daddy he makes good food.” Jay joked taking a bite from the veggie patties in one of the containers. “I don’t have one, plus fuck you those were a group effort.” “Sure, because you went home with and spent the day with a close acquaintance. It’s all good, get it mama.” Danny threw a pillow in his roommates direction, taking the rest of the veggie patty before going to his room. 

Danny spent the rest of his day working on his song for the contest realizing he forgot to take Roy’s number and cursing at himself. His phone lit up with an instagram notification, ignoring it at first but then seeing the name of his new follower - thebiancadelrio. He smiled, throwing his guitar to one side and jumping at the phone. He clicked the user seeing pictures of Roy in full clown gear and getting excited. He rolled onto his back, kicking his legs in the air before jumping up and running to the bathroom. He was still wearing the red shirt Roy had given him. He pulled down his pants enough for his tattoo too peek out and just above his growth, making sure it looked unclockable but still having his hairy tummy and groin on display.  He held up the shirt with one hand resting it on his head, turning slighty and taking the selfie. He looked at the slight bruising on his hips remembering how tightly Roy gripped it trying to control his moving, he smiled feeling sly as he typed out the caption and posted it. 

Roy was working on the lecture plan for the next week when his phone buzzed with the notifcation of dannynoriega posting something. He unlocked his phone opening the image. Danny’s fabulous body driving him wild causing him to bite his pen, he looked at the caption. “daddy’s boy”

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REALLY LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.  RULES.  repost ,   don’t  reblog  !    tag  10  ! good  luck  !  TAGGED.  i took it from myself bc i was bored  TAGGING. spiritmiinded, soughtdawn, clandestinesque, spyblooded, starveincd, pastryblooded, and anyone else who wants to do it who hasnt already

BASICS.

FULL  NAME :  jean otus NICKNAME :  the cigarette peddler / receiver depending on the translation, the cigaretter receiver jean AGE :  thirty BIRTHDAY :  unknown ETHNIC  GROUP :  white NATIONALITY :  german (? subject to change) LANGUAGE / S : english, japanese, german SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  bisexual ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION : biromantic RELATIONSHIP ��STATUS :  verse dependent, canonically single HOME  TOWN / AREA :  born in the Bādon district of the country (at the beak of the bird) CURRENT  HOME : he currently still lives in Bādon in a large apartment complex (he lives on the top floor, but only because he and his sister manage the building) PROFESSION :  second in command at the ACCA inspections department

PHYSICAL.

SKIN : fair skin that is scarless for the most part, no acne or notable blemishes except for some small birthmarks of no particular shape on his lower back EYES:  sky blue; the perfect blue color. they are often shaped in a tired, disinterested look of a poker face, but when smiling the softness is shown through them the most. more emotion can be seen through jean’s eyes than any other feature on him FACE :  his face is rather long for the most part, not a baby face in any form, but it doesnt look scrawny or make him look sickly either. he has a longer nose as well that is more lengthy on the bridge than the point itself LIPS :   arent particularly special. theyre not too thick, not too thin, and they are often in a straight line / resting. they dont get chapped often because he drinks enough to keep them hydrated and they are not bitten or chewed at in any form. when smiling, small dimples (barely noticiable) come on his cheeks  COMPLEXION : isnt anything particularly special. its not like he keeps his skin flawless (he has no particular interest in that), but jean is one of the lucky ones who is blessed to not have much acne. he cleans his face in the shower / when its dirty, but with that taken out of the picture, jean doesnt participate in washing it to the excess. its just naturally free of acne and other blemishes. he doesnt get red faced either, nor does he (or would he) wear makeup to cover it up BLEMISHES : besides the small birthmarks on his lower back, he doesn’t have any SCARS :  none TATTOOS :  none HEIGHT :  177.5cm / 5′10″ WEIGHT :  72.57kg / 160lbs BUILD :  has muscle, but nothing extraordinary. his strongest muscle point is in his wide / broad shoulders, but the rest of body just has lean muscle. he appears rather thin, so you wouldnt be able to tell he had much muscle unless stripping him down / seeing him shirtless / etc. he has a flat stomach, but there isnt much developed muscle through his stomach. the abs are there, but nothing noticable, really FEATURES :  nothing particularly notable ALLERGIES : bee stings. there arent many bees in Bādon, but when jean travels to other districts he often has to bring medicine with him just in case he does get stung USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :  golden hair with an undercut underneath a near-bowl hair style USUAL  FACE  LOOK :  he typically is expressed with a poker face. jean doesnt smile often, or really show many other expressions for that matter, but all of his expressions are vibrant (but short lasting). his smile comes out a lot when hes drunk USUAL  CLOTHING : typically hes seen wearing his ACCA uniform, with or without the jacket 

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S :  losing the people hes close to (i.e lotta and niino for the most part) ASPIRATION / S :  completing his work every day, leaving ACCA somewhere down the line, finding niino (post ep8) POSITIVE  TRAITS :  adaptable, calm, candid, capable, compassion, determined, easygoing, empathetic, faithful, friendly (though it sometimes seems otherwise), honest, open-minded, punctual, etc NEGATIVE  TRAITS :  absent-minded, bored (sometimes), distracted, dull (before getting to know him), oblivious, etc MBTI : DEFENDER (ISFJ-A) ZODIAC : virgo (subject to change) TEMPEREMENT :  phlegmatic SOUL  TYPE / S :  the helper ANIMALS :  mouse VICE  HABIT / S :  SMOKING FAITH :  christian (however, he is not very spiritual. religion does not matter much in his life, he just has his basic beliefs in the entity itself) GHOSTS ? :  yes, but not a strong belief AFTERLIFE ? :  yes REINCARNATION ? : probably not ALIENS ? :  yeah he would POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :  ACCA EDUCATION  LEVEL :  high school graduate

FAMILY.

FATHER :  a poor man prior to managing an apartment complex (the one that was passed to jean and lotta after his death) that does not have much known about him. jean doesnt talk about him much because of his higher fondness towards his mother, but his father was not a particularly bad man. currently deceased from a train wreck MOTHER :  a woman who was formerly the second princess of Dowa, but was removed from the royal roster for the sake of the country. she kept this to herself, even her husband and children when she met them / they were born, because she had faked her death to become a commoner on the streets. currently deceased from a train wreck SIBLINGS :  lotta otus, approximately eighteen to twenty years old, is the younger sibling of jean. she has a striking resemblance to her mother, as jean notes, and currently lives with him in their shared apartment on the top floor. has a love for bread, pasteries, and just food in general really. she and jean are quite close to one another EXTENDED  FAMILY :  king falke II (jean’s grandfather, the current king in power), prince schwan (cousin), other royal family members NAME  MEANING / S :  jean’s first name in hebrew quite literally means “gift from God” while otus means “keen of hearing” in Greek HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :  historically speaking, jean is of a royal family bloodline. he does not know this for most of his life, nor does he care about it once he finds out that he is apart of it. he would have been the next king in line instead of schwan if not for his mother being removed off of the roster, but his bloodline is still all the more royal

FAVORITES.

BOOK :  he hasnt read a book unrelated to work in some time, so he doesnt really have one MOVIE :  see above 5  SONGS :  jean listens to a lot of untitled instrumentals, mostly because it appeals to him. he will listen to other things on and off, but his favorite thing is typing in something along the lines of “relaxing music” in the search bar and clicking one of the 8 hour videos and just letting it play. he doesnt need to know the tracks, theyre good enough for him like this DEITY :  speaking as hes christian, god / jesus obv HOLIDAY : christmas MONTH :  he doesnt have one SEASON : spring. jean likes things to be mild and, despite how flimsy spring can be, he doesnt mind it too much. he likes when its not too hot, not too cold, but doesnt like it to be as chilled and rainy as it can be in fall. spring brings about rain as well, but not nearly as often as fall does, so this is a higher preference for him PLACE : at the bar / anywhere with niino, at home / anywhere with lotta, a bakery, the roof of the apartment complex WEATHER :  he likes sun, but he doesnt like when its too hot. it has to be like, mild, because if its too hot then its uncomfortable for him. he likes when its breezy as well but, like previously said, not too much. just enough so that it isnt chilly SOUND :  niino / lotta’s laugh, a gentle breeze blowing, rain SCENT / S :  strawberry, cigarette smoke, baking bread, faint cologne scents (i e: a specific brand that niino wears), warm food cooking TASTE / S :  strawberries, tobacco, bread (specifically tough bread) FEEL / S :  the cigarette between his fingers, people he trusts rubbing his back, people he trusts petting his hair, silk ANIMAL / S :  cats NUMBER :  he doesnt have one COLORS :  blue

EXTRA.

TALENTS :  figuring out when someone is lying to him (for the most part), investigating BAD  AT :  getting close to people, expressing his emotions in a way that isnt just deadpan / poker faced, cooking, holding his liquor, dealing with social events (he isnt anxious, he just doesnt like being at them that much) TURN  ONS :  body worship (receiving), care, confidence, dirty talk, minimal marks, praise, soft biting (more to be added most likely) TURN  OFFS :  being too rough (he likes it softer, more making love-esque), having to beg too much, too much teasing (a little is okay) (more to be added most likely) HOBBIES :   drinking with niino, smoking (is this considered a hobby? idk), listening to music, going to bakeries TROPES :  “Royal blood”, “Smoking is cool”, etc QUOTES :  “I never noticed I had an observer you’d assigned to me. But he isn’t a straightforward guy.” (to Grossular, about Niino) || “I smell tobbaco on you.” || “I try not to think of my subordinates as exceptional. After all, doubting them is my job.” (to Eider)

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?           A1 :   what does ??????? this question even mean asldkfj Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?           A2 :   itd probably be a lot of soft music. nothing super upbeat like pop and nothing like rock either. itd be maybe soft indie music, instrumentals, stuff like that Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?           A3 :   you know, i honestly wasnt going to write any muse from this fandom? i figured the rp part of it would be dead after i couldnt find anyone after some time, but a few of my friends got wound up with the show after i talked about it so much and after they decided to make blogs, i made the decision to join them. even though i dont get that many interactions and this blog is still extremely new, i love being on jean. hes a really good character and im glad my friends convinced me to write him Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?           A4 :   honestly, it didnt come immediately. i never disliked jean, but i thought he was rather plain at first, which is to be understandable when you know how he is. i didnt think there was anything striking about him at all and i was more attracted to niino (i still am attracted to / love niino). that said, jean started to come to live more as the anime progressed and i found that hes really just a sweet bean and is VERY cute and i love him so so much. i think it was episode 3 when he was blushing / being precious and adorable while drunk that really got me getting gay for him Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.           A5 :  definitely the fact that he smokes. i dont hate people because they smoke, but i have an extreme aversion to smoking due to the fact that i not only have asthma and its very bad for me to be around, but because of the fact that it smells awful Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?           A6 :  mmm, i think we’re similar in the fact that we’re pretty introverted and / or reserved and we like being away from social events and such Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?           A7 :   i hope he likes me. i love him so Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?         A8 :   honestly ? all of the interactions on my blog so far are great. my niino spyblooded and i already have like a kajillion threads and he loves their niino so so much <3. clandestinesque and i have an interesting thread and im not quite sure where we’re going to go with it but ive enjoyed it so far !!. spiritmiinded / astrallance and i also have good interactions too. we had great ones when i was still on keith too and im super happy that im still writing with them over here :’) Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?         A9 :   i  dont really get inspiration, im just kinda here, writing because i enjoy it lmfao Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?           A10 :   idk exactly but 2-3 hours probably ? longer than it took me to complete keiths i know that