#damn i should probably let him wear whatever they wore for underwear

[samuelroukin]

2k into this fic before soap calls it the minotaur instead of beast or monster lmao, glad to see the power of denial is still strong with our boy

[smellyfootboy]

SMELLY ENCOUNTERS WITH ETHAN. PART 3. BELOW.

SMELLY ENCOUNTERS WITH ETHAN PT. 3

It had been a good month since my last encounter with Ethan and he took things to a new level by cumming in his dirty sock while he teabagged me and then essentially made me eat the load out of his sock. After that it felt like nothing was off limits. Maybe someday I would be able to taste his actual cock. We hung out a couple times after but he shockingly did not try anything at all with me besides some joke flirting. It was kind of disappointing. I'm not one to ever bring up anything we had done, I wouldn't want to make it awkward. I was on vacation and it was a hot July day. I was driving over to Ethan's house which he just recently bought. My house was having new flooring put in all week, so I was trying to get out of the house as much as possible. I pulled up to his house and he was standing outside. He was wearing black shorts, black and yellow vans, a white tank top and his signature black ball cap. I could see the sweat glistening off his body. He walked up to the window of my car.

“Hey man, do you want to go to the liquor store and grab some beer or something for later?” He asked. I could smell the sweat on him… he must’ve been skating all day.

“Yeah sure, I’m down for whatever, hop in!” I said. Ethan got in the car.

“They still doing your floors?” He asked me.

“Yeah, probably all week…” I said.

“If you want, you can stay at my house this week. I know you are on vacation…” Ethan said glancing over at me.

“Um… sure. That’s really cool of you. Thanks.” I said. I can just imagine… a whole week with Ethan. So many possibilities.

I started to drive. Ethan took his shoe off next to me… the smell instantly filled my car. He was not wearing any socks which is why the smell was probably stronger than usual, more intoxicating. He had some black lint around his toes probably from previous socks he wore in the shoes.

“Fuckin’ pebble or something has been in my shoe all day.” Ethan said as he pulled it out and threw it out the window.

“Dude why aren’t you wearing any socks…” I asked, while secretly thoroughly enjoying the smell.

“All my socks are mad dirty right now… “He said. We got to the store and Ethan slid his shoe back on. I was kind of disappointed. If I wasn’t driving he probably would have tortured me with them. But it was fine… I had a whole week of Ethan now. Ethan went in and came back with a couple 12 packs. I heard the back door open of my car. Ethan had gotten in the back seat behind me. I was quite confused.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Just drive… don’t worry about it.” Ethan said.

I started to drive. Soon enough, the potent smell of his sockless feet filled the air again and I knew what his plan was. I suddenly felt one of his feet come up next to my head.

“How would you compare this smell to when I have socks…” Ethan asked.

“This is why you sat back there?” I asked as his foot inched closer to my nose.

“You have no escape while you are driving. Not that I would let you get away anyways.” Ethan said . His other foot came up next to the other side of my head. The smell was incredible.

“They are definitely stronger…” I said as he starting to wipe his sweaty feet on my face.

“Damn right… I could smell them through my shoes all day; I can just imagine what they are like right on your fucking nose…” Ethan laughed. I saw a car start to pass me in the other lane and look over. The guy started to laugh as he saw Ethan’s feet wrapped around my head.

“Dude- someone saw! That’s so embarrassing.” I said as I pushed his feet away.

“Hey I’m giving you a place to stay this week… If I want to make it known that you are my foot bitch, then I will.” Ethan said as he wrapped his toes back around my nose. I was so embarrassed but at the same time, so turned on.

“If I want you to clean my balls off, my feet, my socks… I want you to just do it… no hesitation or resistance. Plus, I know you like it….” Ethan said. I started to blush a bit. Ethan took his stinky sweaty feet off of me and pulled his shoes back on. We arrived at his house. Ethan popped open a beer as did I. We sat on his couch. Ethan once again, pulled his shoes off.

“Hey can you rub them.” Ethan asked. I wasn’t going to bother pretending I didn’t love it anymore.

“Sure.” I said.

“Nah. I want you to say ‘Please Master Ethan, Let me rub your sweaty feet’” Ethan smiled. I gave him a look. And sighed.

“Please Master Ethan- let me rub your sweaty feet” I asked.

“Ok but only because you want to so badly.” He said. He stuck his feet in my lap right on my balls. I started to rub them. They were very wet with sweat. Ethan reached down and grabbed one of his shoes. He put it up to my nose while I rubbed his feet.

“ Do you think it’s time for new shoes yet? “ he asked. I inhaled deeply. They stunk so bad. I nodded my head.

“Hmmm.” Maybe you should check a little longer. Ethan got up and went to the bathroom. He came back shortly holding crusty black sock and duck tape. He put the sock in my mouth and taped it in. He then taped his shoe to my face. Ethan’s crusty sock had a different taste then his fresh ones had. Kind of stale and stiff.

“There… enjoy that for a bit while I get a buzz.” Ethan said. I had no way out. I couldn’t breathe through my mouth and my nose was just filled with the stink from his shoe. I must’ve sat like that for a good 40 minutes. I felt Ethan’s remove the shoe from my face. The fresh air felt cool and refreshing. He pulled the tape off my mouth and I spit out his disgusting sock.

“How can you enjoy that?” Ethan asked looking down at my crotch. I had a huge boner. I couldn’t even hide it.

"Come to the bedroom." Ethan asked. I got up. No clue what he was gonna make me do. Lay down with you head at the foot. And take your pants off" I obliged.

Ethan took his shirt and shirts off to reveal his boxer briefs and his huge bulge. I thought about how amazing his sweaty balls tasted the last time we hung out. Ethan propped up his pillows and sat up in his bed and stuck his feet right in my face again.

"Touch yourself while you sniff and lick my feet." He demanded.

I took a few deep whiffs and started swirling my tongue around and in between his toes. I reached in my underwear and started stroking my cock.

"By the time I'm done with you, you'll never be able to nut again without my stink in your face." Ethan laughed.

A good 10 minutes went by and I felt like I was going to cum. I started to moan a bit. I felt Ethan grab my hand away.

"Nah. You aren't cumming yet." He said.

"Listen. I know you are gay. I don't know what I am but I have all week with you to help me figure it out. All I know is I love you being my bitch and that turns me on." He said.

"I... " I started to speak. But stopped as I saw Ethan pull his cock out of his briefs. It was so beautiful. It was a perfect size. It was uncut. The head glistened with precum. His balls as big as ever.

"I haven't jerked off in about a week. These balls are full. You are gonna help me drain them. " he said. I didn't even wait to be told what to do. I dove my head right in between his legs and took a long whiff of his sweaty huge balls. I could feel his hot cock sliding around my face and his precum going everywhere.

"I have never been sucked by a dude. You think you can take it balls deep down your throat? " Ethan asked. I nodded my head eagerly, nose deep in his sack. Ethan stood up next to the bed.

"Lay down and hang your head off the edge." He said. I did what he told me to. He reached down and opened up my mouth with his fingers. I could see his cock right in front of my face. Before I knew it, the head of his cock was in my mouth. His precum tasted so sweet. I twirled my tongue around the head.

"Yeah. I feel you lapping up that precum. Wait for the main course. It's gonna be a big one. " he said. He thrust his cock in my throat balls deep. His sweaty balls slapping against my nose. They smelled so good. I was glad I hadn't licked them clean yet and miss out on this amazing experience of ball sweat smell. I reached down and started playing with my own dick now. I could literally explode at any moment. I could feel Ethan start to go faster and faster in my throat. Ethan started to go so fast that his balls were just slapping my nose vigorously. I could feel his cock pulsating. He was close.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ohhhh. Fuckin chug it dude." Ethan said as he exploded into my mouth and down my throat. It was a LOT of cum. It was so sweet and salty and I swallowed every last drop. He pulled out of my mouth. A little bit more cum leaked down on his balls.

"Come on. Don't just watch. Finish cleaning your mess." He said. He lifted his cock and put his balls on my lips. I started licking them clean. And that was it. I couldn't hold it anymore. I started shooting my load all over the place. It was pure ecstacy.

Ethan watched smiling as i sprayed all over my stomach and chest. Ethan layed next to me.

"So I guess you aren't just a foot bitch anymore. But a cum dump too" he laughed.

It was going to be an amazing week.

PART 4 COMING SOON

[lag1995-fics]

Hii. Can I request a fanfic for the song and Evan character thing? Could it be That's all by Genesis and Kai Anderson please?

I hope you like smut cause this one came out spicy 🌶. Apologies in advance I suck at writing Kai.

That’s All

Pairing:Kai x female reader

Warnings:Kai Anderson being Kai Anderson. Stalking, murder, derogatory language towards women, unhealthy relationship, language, smut

Words: 2190

Summary: Kai and reader share an unhealthy relationship but hey they love each other

Song Fic Masterlist

You were a self professed nasty woman, you had voted proudly for Hillary. She had clearly been the lesser of two evils. Plus it was about god damned time a woman broke that glass ceiling. You were pretty much everything Kai Anderson hated about women in general.

Kai should hate you, he should want to torment you but you intrigued him. It had started simply enough, hun being the entitled creep that he is had watched you do yoga in your backyard. You didn’t know of course, not then at least, that you had gained a stalker.

It hadn’t taken Kai long to realize that he wanted you to be his. He wanted to possess every part of you, he wanted you to be his and only his. He had a very unhealthy obsession with you.

That wasn’t all though he had also caught your eye. You had been out getting your mail one day dressed in nothing but a large t-shirt and shorts so short they couldn’t be seen beneath the hem of the shirt. You had seen him staring you down his blue hair thrown messily up into a bun on top of his head.

You were struck by his Beauty, he truly was a beautiful man. With brown eyes so dark they looked like two pieces of coal staring into your soul. You waved, flashing him a bright grin. He flashed you a grin of his own and as much as it made your panties dampen it also had an unhinged quality.

When you had got inside an uncharacteristically girlish giggle escaped your lips. Your roommate looked at you like you had grown three heads. You could feel your cheeks fill with fire. You were supposed to be a strong woman that didn’t need a man to complete her. Your neighbor was something else though.

“Who is this person giggling like a schoolgirl, that replaced my good friend y/n.” She cackled and you could feel the fire in your cheeks spread to your chest and ears.

“Our neighbor is kind of cute,” you replied waspishly.

“No really where is my roommate, the man hating feminist activist?” She joked.

“I don’t hate all men. I just think that men in general are problematic at best,” you defended huffily.

“He’s probably a raging trumpy,” she teased, lightheartedly.

“Oh is not he had long blue hair that was in a bun” you defended despite not knowing anything about this man. You didn’t know why you felt the need to defend him like you were.

“Oh you got it bad!” she collapsed into a fit of laughter when you threw a throw pillow at her.

***

It was another two weeks before you saw your mysterious neighbor again. He was talking to a shorter girl who was wearing a t-shirt that had “pussy power” emblazoned on her chest. This gave you the burst of confidence you needed as you strode over to them before you could talk yourself out of it.

“I love your shirt” you addressed the girl and she flashed you a grin.

“Thanks,” She replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You could feel his eyes boring into the side of your head and flashed him a smile as well. You couldn’t help but admit to being a bit disappointed when he rolled his eyes.

“Ignore him. I’m Winter and this is my brother Kai” she introduced herself holding out a hand for you to shake which you did.

Kai the name rolled around in your head. You couldn’t help but entertain some mild fantasy of screaming out his name as he fucked you into a mattress. You shook the dirty fantasy from your mind.

“Nice to meet you I’m y/n,” you held out a hand to the blue haired man letting yourself take him in up close.

He had messy stubble along his chin and his blue hair hung around his face. His eyes were even more haunting up close and you felt like you could get lost in them. He took your hand wrapping his larger one around it, he had a firm grip. You couldn’t help but physically gulp from the skin to skin contact.

“We’ve met before, you live across the street. You like the power puff girls right?” He teased and you suddenly remembered what shirt you had been wearing.

“The power puff girls are fucking rad Kai” Winter defended and you smiled at her. Something in the way he looked at you made you want to submit to him. It was overwhelming to say the least.

“Whatever” he rolled his eyes again.

***

You and winter only grew closer and she quickly became part of your friend group. You tried to forget about Kai after finding out his political affiliations. He was everything you fought against. He was proud of being a chauvinistic pig.

You had decided to move on after a heated debate on men’s rights. You had tried to point out that all feminists wanted was equality. Men in this country as it stood right now had more rights than women did. It was a travesty.

He wouldn’t listen to you at all and went out of his way to call you a Misandrist. You had boiled over at that loudly proclaiming that you had really liked him up until the point he started spewing this nonsense. He was a pig and didn’t deserve the time of day you had already given him.

You would think that the polar opposite political opinions would cut the sexual tension like a hot king through butter; it didn’t though. If anything you were even more attracted to the man and Kai who normally had minimal patience for mouthy women was even more interested in making you his. He didn’t want to break you the fighting was too much fun but he definitely wanted to bend you to his will enough that you would never leave him.

You on the other hand had forced yourself to start dating other people. None of them compared to the man who fucked you everynight in your dreams. Kai Anderson was a force to be reckoned with.

***

Kai was sitting in the basement when Winter trudged down with her arms full of pizza. His eyes snapped to his sister and he couldn’t help but ask about y/n.

“Is y/n coming for dinner?” He asked, eyeing the pizza. Winter couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her brother who had developed an unhealthy obsession with her newest friend.

“No she’s got a date tonight some dude called Brad” Winter shrugged nonchalantly, knowing it would rile up her brother.

“What the fuck, she can’t go on a date with another dude” Kai spat possessively.

“Well tell her that because she definitely went on a date tonight” Winter laughed leaving her brother to stew in his resentment before he could snap at her.

“BULLSHIT!” He roared, flipping the coffee table in his anger.

He angrily grabbed his laptop logging into Facebook, whoever this Brad fucker was; was a deadman. He found your profile going to your profile ignoring the hideous cat eared beanie covering your beautiful hair in your profile picture. There were only three Brads on your friends list, one of them was well into his fifties and married, the other shared your last name and was probably a cousin. That left only one option, the man who appeared in the photo was everything Kai wasn’t. He was clean cut and wore a goofy ass bow tie.

He made a call ordering a hit on him but only if he was alone. He couldn’t risk you possibly getting hurt in the crossfire.

***

It was only two days after your disastrous tinder date that you found out Brad had been murdered. You were sad for his family. The date hadn’t been great but he had been nice in a dweeby, Silicon Valley sort of way. It seemed Kai had ruined you for all other men. You couldn’t help but compare them to him.

Winter had called you telling you how sorry she was. Winter was sorry she hadn’t thought Kai would murder someone just for dating you. She had only meant to piss him off; she didn’t want to be responsible for this man’s death.

***

You were at the Anderson’s again eating Chinese this time. It had almost become a every other day ritual. She would go hang out with Winter and argue with her brother.

“Women should be put back in their place,” he had started in before you cut him off glaring at him.

“Oh and what place would that be because I think it should be in a place of power. You know like the office of the presidency,” you snarled.

“Oh my god would you guys just fuck already and get it over with?” Winter who was fed up rolled her eyes walking up the stairs leaving you alone with Kai. Your eyes flashed to Kai’s and you could clearly read the hunger in them.

“She’s got a point,” he said lowly, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. You didn’t even realize you had unconsciously been walking toward him until you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you into him making you squeak.

“Fuck” you whispered looking into his eyes.

“A pretty girl like you should use such whorish language, I might have to wash that dirty slut mouth out with soap,” he groaned pushing his need against your pelvis.

“Oh god,” you whined grasping at his strong shoulders for stability.

“Say my name whore,” he snapped, his hand reaching under your comfortable sweat shirt and undoing your bra.

“Kai,” you breathed before pressing your lips into his own. He quickly took control of the kiss fighting your tongue and biting down sharply when he won.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this to you since you started teasing me with your slutty little yoga moves” he ground himself into you.

You couldn’t find the right words so you just moaned as he started stripping both of you of your clothes. When he slipped your yoga pants from you body and saw that you were wearing any underwear underneath he got a maniacal look in his eyes.

“Fuck you are a little whore,” he slipped his fingers into the folds of your sopping cunt.

“You like that slut?” He punctuated each word with the curl of his fingers against that sweet spot. When you didn’t answer he proceeded to add two more fingers and you could feel the burning stretch.

“I asked you a question,” he demanded fucking your pussy with his fingers and rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“I love it,” you managed to choke out, “please Kai I need you”

“Fuck,” he his pulling his finishers from you wet pussy lips and shoved them into your mouth to suck on them, slowly thrusting them into your pretty little mouth.

“That’s what a woman’s mouth should be used for, not mouthing off,” he chuckled darkly.

You gasped as you felt the blunt head of his cock against your pussy. Without warning he slammed into you to the hilt sending your already sensitive body off the edge and into a wave of pleasure.

“That’s right cum on my cock bitch,” he gasped as he pounded into you hard and fast. You could feel the build of another orgasm cresting. Your walls began to flutter around him causing him to lose some control as his thrusting became erratic. The two of you sailed off the precipice together.

With more care then you would have expected he pulled out of you kissing your forehead. He grabbed his soft t-shirt using it to wipe you as you lay cuddled to his chest. Your mind was whirling at the fact that you had just let Kai fucking Anderson fuck the shit out of you while he called you every name in the book. It would be easier to find someone that held the same viewpoints as you. They just never seemed to strike your heart strings the way Kai did. You could be wearing a white shirt and prove to him it was white and he would still say it was black. You were yin and yang, and you knew now you wouldn’t be able to leave.

“Y/n, I love you” he said and if you hadn’t been listening you wouldn’t have heard it. Your eyes widened, Kai didn’t love anyone, not even Winter. He also wasn’t a liar and if he said that he loved you , it was true no matter how unhealthy their relationship was.

“I love you too. It had slipped out before you could think about the consequences of this. What the two of you had was pure and primal.

“You do know that I will never stop arguing with you though?” You added. You still believed wholeheartedly that women deserved the same advantages as men.

“I’d be disappointed if you did” he confessed and you leaned up to kiss him melting once again into his touch.

——//////———-//////———

Send me a song and an Evan Peters Character and I’ll write you a fic.

[ezrasarm]

Drabble request for Frankie Roomate series: catching reader scantily clad/in underwear or just a big night shirt in the middle of the night, maybe grabbing a midnight snack in the kitchen, and being all Flustered Frankie about it x

Cheeky

A Roommates Universe Drabble

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Flustered Frankie, people are a little more naked than usual, suggestive glances and thoughts?

A/n: Sorry updates are slow these days, things are crazy at the moment. I am working on Roommates Part 3 it’s just taking it’s sweet sweet time and I’ve been struggling to find enough of that between class work these days. Please enjoy this... whatever this is to tide you over! 😂

[Roommates Masterlist]

You didn’t like to make a habit of walking around the apartment in less than decent attire mostly out of consideration for your roommates. That wasn’t to say that you didn’t do it every once in a while. Some things like padding down the hall to the bathroom or sneaking into the kitchen to grab some water in the middle of the night just weren’t enough effort to warrant pants. Especially when you knew the coast was clear at this hour... or so you thought.

It was 2am when you tip toed down the hall to the kitchen for a snack. Santiago was out and Frankie was sure to have been asleep by now- he should have been asleep. You slipped into the dark kitchen, eyes bleary from being awake too long and made a beeline for the snack cupboard. The guys alway put the peanut butter up too high so it took reaching up on your tip toes, arms stretched so you could feel the oversized hoodie riding up your thighs, to try and get it.

That’s what Frankie walked into, hair frazzled and sticking up in every which direction from his failed attempts at sleep thus far. His mouth went dry and though announcing himself probably would have been the appropriate thing to do he found any attempts he made got lodged somewhere in the back of his throat. He had never really taken the time to admire how nice your legs- or your butt for that matter- were until now as he watched you climb up onto the counter, to reach the jar he easily could have plucked from over your head had he not been completely frozen in place. If Pope had been here to see him Frankie knew he would never live it down. He didn’t mean to stare, he really didn’t and he grew a little more disappointed in himself each second he let his gaze linger on where the hoodie you wore had slid up your form, exposing the curve of your butt and just a hint of lace from your panties.

“Shit Frankie!” You yelped out upon sliding down off the counter and turning to the island where you had meant to retrieve a spoon only to see the bed-headed silhouette of your roommate in the doorway. “Why aren’t you asleep?” You asked, not quite sure why you were whispering anymore as you looked at him in just his boxers and a t-shirt. You felt your face heat up at the realization that you were wearing even less than that and you found yourself toying with the edge of the sweater in an attempt to tug it down over your far too exposed thighs.

“Why aren’t you...” wearing pants, is what he would have rebuttaled with had he not lost his train of thought entirely at the realization that the reason that hoodie overflowed on you was because it was the one he had lent you. He had assumed you had lost it somewhere in the back of your closet, forgotten it at work or it was sitting at the bottom of your hamper waiting to be washed but the fact that you still had it- that you still wore it... with nothing else on, might he add, had his brain malfunctioning just a bit.

“Frankie I know it’s been a while, but they’re just legs.” You teased him in a poor attempt to dispel some of the tension in the air.

‘No, they’re your legs’ is what he thought to himself. God, what was wrong with him? It seemed that now a days he’d loose his mind over just about anything to do with you from the little post it note reminders you left on the fridge to the makeshift electrical tape aglets you had fitted the fraying shoelaces on your favourite pair of sneakers with and now this? Did he even stand a chance?

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[portiaadams]

Meyer and Charlie Smut

I wrote Lanskiano smut. It’s embedded in my Richard Harrow/Clara Thompson story. For those who don’t care about Richard and my OC, here is Charlie and Meyer having a moment

December 31st, 1921

The sound of the engine and the clacking of the train against the rails filled the room, but could not overcome the roaring silence between the room's inhabitants. Charlie adjusted his legs once more, trying to find some way to fit them on the single bed. God damn it, this was a bed for a child not a grown fucking man. The Darmody kid was probably too big for it.  Charlie wasn't sure how long he'd been awake-this time-but it was one of many things really pissing him off.

From the larger bed there was a quick flash of light and then the scent of sulfur and tobacco. "I offered to take that bed," Meyer said after a slow exhale.

"Them shoulders of yours wouldn't have even fit," Charlie groused.

Determining Charlie's mood came as naturally to him as determining the weather before he stepped off his stoop. Certainly, Charlie's moods could be as mercurial as the weather. And at the moment, Charlie's mood registered as stormy.

"Charlie," Meyer began.

"Can it, Meyer," Charlie answered and swung his legs off the bed, stumbling in the dark for his own cigarettes and lighter.

"You are being irrational," Meyer responded.

"That brutto figlio di puttana bastardo was up your ass all night. You enjoyed though, didn't ya?"

Meyer sighed. Charlie acted like he was the only one who wanted. Meyer's first memory was wanting. Wanting enough to eat, wanting a warmer fire, wanting. Those years when his father was gone and he did all a kid could do to keep his mother and siblings fed and warm.

But wanting. Wanting in America was sharper, brighter, different. There was so much more to want. From the moment he stepped off the ship he moved as fast as his little legs would carry him. He moved to learn English, to get out of the classroom full of tiny children and catch up with his peers, he moved to learn the streets and determine how to make money any way he could. He moved as fast as he could because he knew the goal was to leave the Lower East Side behind him. To move fast enough that one day he could even outrun wanting.

But nothing, not a lifetime of yearning for acceptance and security, held a candle to his ever-present need for Charlie. There was no part of him that did not want every part of Charlie. And as much as his wants dictated every carefully crafted move of his life, there was nothing he wanted more than Charlie. In his life, in his office, in his bed. Even if it made no sense. Even if it had no place in his plan.

"He was circling round you like a bitch in heat," Charlie continued.

"The way Gillian Darmody circled around you? The way the chorus girls do?" Meyer snapped back. He spent years, he spent agonizing nights, watching Charlie charm women whose desire for him was as clear as the powder on their faces.

"That's different, and you know it well as me."

"How?"

"They're broads, Meyer! It don't matter like..." Charlie stopped talking, not knowing how to put into words what mattered. They was just broads. They wasn't in his mind like Meyer was. Even Meyer wasn't with him he could still hear the little addin' machine in his head, telling him to be smart. Telling him to think.

Being with those women was like grabbing a dog from a cart and eating it on the street. Scratched the itch of need. Satisfying enough at the moment.

Being with Meyer was different and Meyer damn well knew it. They was friends and they was more and when more changed to be even more...It ain't like people understood their friendship anyway. The Jew and the Italian.  They was supposed to be mortal enemies, not friends for life. Not...whatever they was.

"I gotta keep up appearances," Charlie said because that was also a true thing. He hadn't told Meyer that Clara knew. No need to introduce complications. They was careful. They was always careful. "That's why I can't believe you let the guy get near you like that."

Meyer shook his head. "Charlie, he's married. To Lady Rose. I think he's just an adventurer."

"Yeah. I know what adventure he's after," Charlie responded.

"A man like that..."

"What? You think you ain't good enough for a fonferer like that cercatore d'oro? What, you just good enough for the likes of me, that it?"

The petulance in Charlie's voice was so familiar. "Charlie, come here."

"Mey, I ain't in the mood."

Meyer doubted that. Charlie was rarely not in the mood. "Charlie," he said again.

Charlie heard the gruff tone in Meyer's voice. He was angry, he was still angry, but that tone in Meyer's voice always did the same thing to him. Instinct drove him to Meyer's side.

Didn't mean he wasn't still angry, though. He sat next to Meyer silently. One man wearing an undershirt that buttons with sleeves that come down to his elbows, although the width of his shoulders and upper arms often mean the seams ripped and tore and stretched due to the strain placed upon them. The other man wore the new kind of undershirt-knit, sleeveless, no buttons.

Charlie told Meyer all the time he should switch. Be more modern. But Meyer couldn't quite break away from tradition in some matters.

"There will always be others, won't there, Charlie?" Meyer asks, and even though he knew the answer for a moment he willed Charlie to lie to him. "After all, we'll have to marry one day, won't we?"

"I ain't. Look at Harrow and Clara."

Meyer turned to stare at Charlie. Personally, he thought Harrow had chained himself to a klafte in pearls. But the man seemed to love her. And Clara seemed as happy as he thought her capable of being.

"Harrow seems content enough."

"That ain't the thing, Mey. They love each other. But we all know how this ends. Clara sobbing over a morgue slab with Darmody's brat and a baby or two besides clinging to her. I ain't gonna do that to a woman."

Such a delicate jaw in such a strong face, Meyer thought idly before bringing Charlie's face to his. Charlie didn't fight it, and soon their mouths were finishing the disagreement. Charlie fell first-Charlie always fell first-letting his mouth open and Meyer plunder its depths.

Charlie's mouth tasted of hot honey and something deeper, sweeter, more savory. It was the taste and sensation he spent a lifetime chasing down in penny candy bins and bakeries and sweet shops. Much like with the candy he had kept in his pockets from the first time he had spare pennies, he knew he'd never have enough of it.

It was the sweetness he'd always craved.

The hard, taut muscles of Charlie Luciano's body, the ones that struck fear around the underworld (and occasionally in the upper echelons) of New York went soft and loose as something else grew hard. Without realizing it, Meyer turned Charlie so he was on his knees, his head laying on the soft Irish linen pillowcase embroidered with the ever-present P.

Meyer's left hand drifted over the hard muscles of Charlie's stomach down to the mother of pearl buttons on Charlie's beloved silk boxers. His fingers drifted over the buttons but didn't try to undo them. Instead, he reached down to the impossibly soft skin of Charlie's inner thigh and began drawing lazy circles. His right hand combed through Charlie's thick dark curls before yanking sharply so Charlie had to turn his face to Meyer to save his hair, their faces so close they were breathing in each other's breaths.

"Tell me, Charlie. Tell me why I'm different from Gillian and those broads."

Charlie's breath was hot and fast. "God damn it, Mey. Just touch me."

"Tell me the things I do to you I'll never do to Dennis Malley," Meyer said, his hand cupping over Charlie's bulge momentarily before going back to stroking his inner thigh.

"You do lots of stuff I'd fucking kill anybody else for," Charlie said, knowing they were journeying into uncharted territory. "You knot up my god damn hands with your tie."

Meyer leaned over so his face was against the smooth back of Charlie's neck, wanting to inhale Charlie's scent, wanting to inhale Charlie. "Yes, true. What else," he asked while his hand slid under the paisley silk to caress the very tip of Charlie's cock.

Charlie tried to push his hips into Meyer's fingers but Meyer removed his hand from Charlie's hair and grabbed him around the hips. "Don't even try it," Meyer whispered harshly.

"You put your prick in my mouth and push it in until I choke. You like it when I choke."

True, Meyer thought, because who wouldn't want Charlie on his knees? Who wouldn't want to see those pretty lips wrapped around their cock? He rewarded Charlie with a quick tug that made both of them momentarily forget to breathe.

"You make me grab my own prick and you watch. Sometimes you put your fingers in...god damn it, Meyer, you know where you put your fingers."

For a moment Meyer's hands brushed back against the buttons. What did it matter, he decided, Charlie bought his silk underwear by the gross. He yanked on them so hard that the mother of pearl buttons scattered across the thick antique rug. Filled with a need to feel the silky soft flesh of Charlie's back under the thick fur of his chest he first pushed up Charlie's undershirt until it was wrapped around Charlie's shoulders before Meyer sat back on his own knees to more carefully remove his own underthings. After all, he'd spent good money on them. No need for carelessness.

"For our mutual benefit you should continue," Meyer growled, fighting the urge to have Charlie right now.

Charlie licked his lips. Meyer was leaning over him to grab something from the bag on the floor, causing Meyer's dick to press against his lower back. It gave him some satisfaction to realize Meyer was as hard as he was. He writhed under Meyer and was rewarded by Meyer groaning above him. He heard the sound of glass and the knowledge of what was in Meyer's hand made precum start leaking out of the tip of his dick.

"You put on oil on your fingers and then you put oil on me and sometimes you put oil on my hand so I can rub it on your dick," Charlie finally managed to say.

Meyer's hand was covered with oil as it started massaging the top of Charlie's ass. Charlie groaned as Meyer's fingers slipped into his crack.

The light coming in the edges of the curtains was changing but Meyer was too distracted by the sight in front of him to think about what that meant. He was intoxicated by the scent, sight, and feel of Charlie. "What else?"

The linen of the pillowcase was now being crushed between Charlie's fingers. The fuck if he was going to ruin this moment like a damn kid. "You put me on my side," Charlie continued after taking a deep breath and Meyer moved him so quickly he fell onto his side with a thump.

After positioning Charlie's legs to his liking Meyer continued to let his hand move down.

"You push your fingers inside me," Charlie managed to gasp out as he felt one of Meyer's fingers breach him. "Mey, your fingers are so fucking thick."

Meyer lowered his mouth onto the top of Charlie's shoulders, his own breath coming at an incredibly thick pace, overtaken by the need to taste Charlie's flesh salty and warm under his tongue. Neither man noticed the bedside clock striking six.

Nor did they notice the train was no longer rocking beneath them.

With great care Meyer worked in a second finger and started scissoring, looking for the spot that always made Charlie howl.

Charlie howled. Meyer pressed harder.

"God damn it, Meyer, god damn it..." Charlie pleaded.

"Say it," Meyer begged, his breath hot against Charlie's ear, the game having rebounded until his need was as raw and urgent as Charlie's own.

"I want you, Mey, please," Charlie finally sobbed out. "You fuck me, you fuck me, holy mother of god please just fuck me."

"Charlie, god," Meyer breathed out, his heart hammering in his chest.

The words falling from Charlie's mouth dissolved into nonsense. For a moment their faces were pressed together, letting Meyer feel the pulse in Charlie's temple in the bones of his own face.

Once more Meyer pressed his fingertips against Charlie's jaw and their mouths opened to each other. There was no more dominance or one-upmanship. Instead, there was the slow slide of their mouths melding together until Meyer can no longer determine where he ends and Charlie begins.

One hand gripped Charlie's hip, holding him in place. Meyer could feel the tenseness in Charlie when he first breached him and the pain hit, but after a moment he could feel Charlie's muscles relaxing under his hand.

"I gotta move, tesoro," Meyer finally breathed out.

One of Charlie's hands braced against the soft mossy velvet of the headboard while his other reached back for any part of Meyer he could touch. It didn't matter that Meyer was ever so slowly moving ever deeper inside him. He needed more. He wanted everything.

"Move, libster. Damn it, move," Charlie answered, his hand finally finding Meyer's ass to pull him closer, to pull him further in.

Time lost meaning. Seconds, minutes, hours, days fell away. There was just this. Meyer's hand finally came around to touch Charlie in the way Charlie had wanted since the game began, since time began.

Finally, they fell into the soaked sheets, the ruins of Charlie's underthings trapped beneath them, their legs and hands twisted together, both of them breathless and boneless. Their faces were still pressed together and as Meyer relaxed back into sleep he realized their faces were wet.

He wasn't sure who had cried.

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“You’re not wearing that… are you?”

Raven looked down at herself in confusion. She was wearing what she always did for a Saturday night, leggings and an oversized Gotham University sweatshirt she got at some welcome event freshman year. Her lips twisted in annoyance and she lifted an eyebrow, knowing where Donna was going to take this conversation. “Is there something wrong?”

“You’re going on a date!” Donna slammed the heel of her hand into her forehead and groaned, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “A date. With Damian Wayne, the richest college student in the entire country, and you’re wearing a free sweatshirt, three year-old leggings, and boots you’ve repaired with Gorilla Glue. You cannot be serious.” 

Raven rolled her eyes and began hunting through their living room to find her purse. She wasn’t sure why Donna cared so much, it’s not like Damian actually liked Raven. He tolerated her at best, and despised her at worst. “I highly doubt he’s going to give a fuck about what I’m wearing. He doesn’t even like me, remember? The only reason he’s taking me on this stupid date is because of contractual obligation. In fact he’s probably going to stop and get fast food and then kick my ass out two blocks away from our house so he doesn’t have to deal with the shame of being seen with me.” 

Outside a car door slammed and Karen offered a low whistle as she stood by the front window. “Uh… Rae?”

Raven picked up her head, feeling a pen slide out of her messy bun and clatter to the floor. “What?”

“You… might want to rethink your clothing choices because… hoo boy.”

Raven walked to the window and pulled the curtain back. Her heart fell into her stomach and she was pretty sure she stopped breathing. Eyes fluttering, she took a long few seconds to admire the man walking up the pathway to their house. Damian Wayne was coming to get her for their date, and he looked like he had stepped straight out of a magazine and onto her sidewalk. He was wearing gray trousers and black button-down, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the muscles in his forearm bulged as he walked - how was that possible? She knew he was built, but damn… she didn’t realize she could find forearms sexy. 

His impossibly verdant eyes flicked up to the window and locked gazes with her, his lips pulling down into a frown. Raven stumbled back from the window, the curtain falling over the glass. Panic flooding her system, she turned to Donna and stumbled through a series of confused noises, before she managed to finally speak. 

“Dress. I need a dress.” 

“On it.” Donna grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs to her room. “Bee, keep Lover Boy busy while I fix…” She looked Raven up and down for a moment before shaking her head. “... this.”

Karen gave her a salute, a bright grin filling her face. “You got it, chief.”  

Raven didn’t even have the energy to be insulted at Donna’s choice of words. All she could think about was how Damian Wayne was standing on her front porch, looking like a fashion model with the full intention of taking her out on a date. She stumbled along the upstairs hallway until Donna pulled her into her room, setting Raven on the bed. 

“We’ve got about seven minutes to get you looking like you are going on a real date.” 

Downstairs Raven could hear the door open and Karen invited Damian inside. Their voices were muffled, but Karen was obviously talking about the business ethics class they had together. Raven’s heart leapt into her throat and she stared at Donna as she pulled a dress out of the back of her closet, setting it on the bed with a pair of low-heeled shoes. 

“Why is he dressed like that? Why?” She pitched forward and buried her head in her hands, groaning. “This was supposed to be a stupid joke. He wasn’t supposed to actually take me out on a date… and dress up for it.” 

“Maybe…” Donna said with a sigh as she grabbed her make-up bag from her vanity. “And hear me out on this, Rae. Maybe he likes you.” She patted a little cover up under Raven’s eyes, trying to hide the evidence of her late-night study sessions. “Maybe he’s liked you for years, but you two are so dimwitted and emotionally constipated that you can’t even admit that you like each other, so you’ve got this ridiculous, over-the-top rivalry going on when what you should really be doing is just fucking each other senseless.” Donna swiped mascara on Raven’s eyes, grimacing. “Just maybe.” 

“First of all.” Raven glared at her, her lips pulling down in a frown. “He doesn’t like me. He tolerates me, and just barely.” She pulled off her sweatshirt and leggings, reaching for the dress Donna had pulled out. “Secondly, I am not emotionally constipated.”

Donna wrinkled her nose and stared down at her. “Are those the underwear you’re wearing?”

Raven looked down at her plain, faded cotton underwear with a hole near the waistband. She wrinkled her nose. “Yes. They’re my favorite. And if I have to sit through the most uncomfortable dinner of my life, then at least my crotch is going to be comfortable.” 

“I can’t believe I have to tell you how wrong it is that you’re wearing that underwear.” Donna’s face fell into her hand and she went to her dresser, handing her something black and lacy. “I have a new pair I just bought. Never been worn.” 

“It’s not like he’s going to see my underwear, Donna.” Raven rolled her eyes and pushed the underwear away. “I’m not wearing those.” 

“Raven.” Donna pitched her voice dangerously low and bent down to stare into her eyes, a darkness swirling there. “You are going to wear the damn underwear, or so help me god, I will throw you down on this bed and change you like a baby.” She shoved the lacy underwear into Raven’s hands. “Now shut up and wear the fucking panties.”

Raven flushed and quickly changed her underwear before pulling the dress on over her head. She shoved her feet into Donna’s shoes, noting they were a size too big. Oh well. She had no choice to make it work, it wasn’t like Raven had any kind of dress clothing of her own. The last time she wore something even remotely formal was to her induction into the English department’s honor society two years ago. 

Donna pinned back her hair into a fancy messy bun, and stepped back to look at her. Her lips twitched and she tugged at the loose fabric around Raven’s breasts. “Mm… I can’t believe you don’t have a push-up bra.”

Raven gave her a flat stare, trying not to be jealous of her best friend’s curves. “Shut up.” 

She glanced down at her small cleavage, barely filling out Donna’s dress. Suddenly she felt weird, like she wasn’t quite herself in a borrowed outfit and borrowed make up. Part of her wished she had just stayed in her leggings and sweatshirt, but she didn’t want to embarrass herself either. Damian would never let her live it down if she went out on a date with him looking like she did when she crawled out of bed and went to class on a Monday morning. 

With a defeated sigh, she stared at herself in the full-length mirror. “I look… fine. Better than before, so… it’s something.”

“Mm.” Donna eyes her carefully for a moment before going to her vanity and handing Raven a tinted lip balm and a few condoms. “Here. Tuck these in your purse.”

“Donna! I am not sleeping with Damian Wayne.” Raven glared at her, taking the lip balm, but ignoring the condoms. “I would rather choke at dinner.” 

“Your wandering eyes at the auction say otherwise. It wasn’t exactly like he was able to hide the massive python between his legs, and I definitely noticed some appreciation there.” Donna shoved the condoms into her hand and walked to the door, motioning Raven out. “But what do I know? I’ve just been your friend for the past four years.” She gave a one-shouldered shrug as Raven walked past, smirking. “And if your date goes horribly awry, then you can use them as water balloons and chuck them at his pristine, foreign car.”

Raven snorted, a small smile pulling at her lips. Whatever tension had been growing between them dissolved and Raven took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. What had she been thinking? Agreeing to a date with Damian Wayne? It would have been easier to sign her own death warrant. 

Donna nudged her shoulder and gave her a small, teasing smile. “It’s gonna be fine. If it goes sideways, call me and Karen and I will be there in seconds to pick you up.”

That was comforting. At least she always had her friends to back her up. Raven nodded slowly and walked downstairs. Damian turned and looked at her, and for one brief moment he said nothing. His eyes roamed her face before glancing down the rest of her body. With a low hum, he leaned back on his heels and shoved his hands in his pockets. For a moment he looked like he was going to say something snide, and Raven was already hunting for a quick comeback. She refused to let him have the upper hand in any of their conversations. 

“I have to stop at the animal shelter before they close to drop off the money we raised.” He kept his voice surprisingly even, but there was a tension at the corner of his mouth. He was obviously just as annoyed as she was at having to take her out on a date. 

“Okay.” She nodded, trying to ignore Donna sneaking behind Damian and stuffing more condoms in her purse. Just how much sex did Donna think Raven was going to have? And none of it was going to be with Damian. 

“And then I made reservations for us at that new Italian place by the bay.”

Raven blinked, her eyebrows knitting together. “I thought they were booked up for three months?”

Damian lifted an eyebrow, and suddenly felt very silly. “Ah. Right. Wayne. I’m sure your clout could get you into Fort Knox on a moment’s notice.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm her nerves. She felt oddly jittery, like she was about to sizzle under the weight and heat of Damian’s unyielding stare. His lips twitched and his stare darted down her again. Raven pushed her feelings into the pit of her stomach and took a step forward. “Let’s get this over with.” 

He snorted and rolled his eyes. “Don’t sound so enthused. You’re the one that paid a thousand dollars for this.” 

“I didn’t pay a thousand dollars for you.” Yes she did, she just didn’t want to admit it. “I did it to save the kittens.” 

“Of course you did. And I’m sure making my life a living hell for one evening is just a nice, extra bonus.” He grabbed her hand and headed for the door, looking back over his shoulder as he dragged her along. “We’ll be back by eleven.”

“Or until I kill him.” Raven snorted. “Whichever is sooner.” 

Donna just crossed her arms over her chest and smirked. “Don’t forget your purse.”

Raven glared and snatched it off a nearby chair. Oh she was going to use the condoms tonight, to pelt Damian’s car with water balloons like he deserved. 

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Unless...? (Ch. 8)

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Steve Harrington wants to be best friends with Billy Hargrove.  He wants to marry him–as friends–so they’ll always be together, and he’s going crazy, trying not to be weird about it, and scare Billy off.  Also he’s in a band, and they run a bar.Billy’s buckling under an onslaught of friendly Harrington flirtation.  Also he’s just been hired as the new bartender. For Day 2 of Febuwhump, “I can’t take this anymore.”

In this chapter:  Billy's pretty drunk when he comes back to Steve's hotel room, and he wants to see Steve wear the thongs. 

Billy eventually hauled Steve back out of the bathroom—Steve was content to stand there forever, with Billy’s earnest, alcohol-redolent breath in his face, listening to him proclaim his undying affection—but Billy yanked his arm. “Come on,” he slurred. “Max’s gonna...give up on us.” Steve splashed some water on his hot face, and then trotted after his fiance.

“Did you just bone my brother on the bathroom counter,” Max asked crisply, not looking up from her menu as they approached the table.

“You know it,” Billy said, laughing, and squeezed Steve’s hand.

“Fuck no, that counter’s covered in like ten layers of old hand soap,” Steve said, making a face. “Billy deserves better than old hand soap.”

“Like the alley out back,” Billy muttered, dropping into the booth, and Steve sat too close, elbowing him.

“Like a honeymoon suite,” he countered, and got to hear Max and her brother groan, and watch Billy’s ears turn even redder.

“So I hear Steve has been proposing for like. Months,” she told Billy, who glared at Steve. “You never said a word.”

“He was letting me pine,” Steve said, grabbing the soju away as Billy poured more, and tossing it back.

“Yeah, no more for you,” Max said, grabbing the bottle, and filling her cup. “How come you were still dating that shithead, then?”

“Not enough brain cells,” Billy sighed, and Steve slid an arm around him, then pressed his luck, and a kiss to Billy’s temple, feeling it heat.

“We’re hoping our combined six brain cells are a little smarter,” Steve told Max, and she snorted a laugh—and then smiled a little softer, he thought, watching Billy as he leaned into Steve’s shoulder with a grumbly noise like a drunken bear.

“Thank you,” she mouthed, silently, and Steve flushed. “Be good to him or I’ll kill you,” she added, in a creepily sibilant whisper, and Billy mumbled inquiringly. Steve hugged his head, nodding back at her.

Steve had to half-heft Billy into his hotel room that night, full of barbequed meat and more liquor than was good for either of them, and then help him undress, sliding his hands down Billy’s ass and thighs to get his too-tight jeans off, and crouching between Billy’s knees to pull at his boots. Billy dropped back onto the mattress with a long sigh, and then Steve had to haul him back upright to tug at the buttons on his sleeves, and run his hands over the muscles of Billy’s shoulders to push the shirt off them. He kept pausing to look at Billy’s tattoos, or a couple times because the feel of Billy’s skin was distracting, warm, muscled, a little hairy on his arms and legs, and softer over his stomach and ass. Billy curled away from Steve’s hands on his abs.

“Quit it,” he mumbled. “You don’t care if I do my crunches, right, if I’m not...cut,” and Steve shook his head, running his knuckles over the soft curls that crept out of Billy’s pajama pants toward his bellybutton.

“Nah, you’re perfect,” he said honestly. “You’d be perfect if you turned into that blueberry from the Willy Wonka movie, y’know.”

“...s’weird you don’t give a shit,” Billy sighed, his whole body flushed with alcohol as he watched Steve’s knuckles stroke his side softly.

“If you’re too pretty, people are gonna keep following you home,” Steve told him. “And what if I just like, see you when I’m onstage, and I drop my guitar?”

Billy burst into cackling laughter, his eyes wide. “You think I’m pretty?” he asked breathlessly, and Steve snorted a laugh.

“I have eyes, man,” he told him, and Billy’s smile widened, lazy and delighted.

“You think I’m pretty,” he mumbled, still giggling.

“Of course I do,” Steve told him, reaching up to tuck Billy’s hair behind his ear, and cupping his warm, stubbly cheek to feel him smile. “You’d probably look way better in those thongs,” he sighed. “I look like a moron who forgot to wash his own underwear. Or like, those bastards at the laundromat, you know, that just steal whatever, and you’re like ‘what the hell did you want with one of every sock’.”

“Y-you put them on,” Billy choked out, pushing himself back upright to stare at Steve’s face, and Steve scrambled back, licking his lips. “You wore them?!”

“Uh,” Steve said, his cheeks heating. “I mean, just—just in case you were serious, I wanted it to fit.”

“...I wanna see,” Billy said, drunk and sincere, and Steve couldn’t believe those wide, hazy eyes were lying to him.

He grimaced. “Whatever you’re imagining, it’s probably gonna look more stupid than that.”

“It’s gonna be a religious experience,” Billy said, patting around the bed for his phone, and Steve groaned, rubbing his face.

“Why don’t you wear ‘em,” he tried, “—if you like the damn things so much.”

“You said,” Billy huffed, still slapping the bed for his phone, and pouting, so Steve sighed, grabbed Billy’s phone, slapped it into his outstretched hand, and dropped his pants. Billy made a noise like he’d swallowed a leaking helium balloon, and Steve heard the camera shutter noise.

“You send anybody that picture and I’ll—” break your face, was Steve’s first thought, but then he remembered Billy’s bruises. “—I’ll order pineapple and anchovies on every pizza for the next year.”

“...hurting yourself to hurt me,” Billy huffed.

“I can gag it down,” Steve told him triumphantly, and yanked his briefs off, to another strangled sound from Billy, and more shutter noises. “...I mean it, though, don’t send blackmail pictures to Robin.”

“...blackmail pictures,” Billy said weakly, as Steve set his jaw, closed his eyes, and pulled on the blue thong. His t-shirt partly covered it, thank god, he thought, because his dick was aware there was somebody on his bed even if Billy was a dude, and the friction of the satin was weird, so he had kind of the beginning of a hard-on. He sighed. Billy swallowed, his throat clicking like he needed something to drink. “...take the t-shirt off,” he whispered, and Steve stared back at him.

“Seriously?! You can see how it fits!”

“Come on,” Billy whispered, and Steve groaned, but yanked his t-shirt over his head to more shutter noises. He tried to ignore his stupid cock thinking fancy underwear meant anything on him, and stared past Billy at the ugly 80’s pink and grey motel art. “...you look like somebody’s pulling your teeth,” Billy said.

“...the hell you want,” Steve gritted out. “I look like an idiot.”

“Well, they got me to fucking...agree to marry you, right, you could look like it wasn’t the shittiest day of your life,” Billy said, glowering at his phone, and Steve sighed.

“Okay, what then? Should I like. Pose,” he asked, flexing half-heartedly, and Billy took a weird jerky breath.

“...you really...think you look bad in those,” he rasped out, and Steve snorted a laugh, frowning down.

“I’ve got elastic up my ass,” he said, squirming. “I’m not even sure how I thought they were sexy on women anymore, jesus.”

“You look like a centerfold,” Billy said hoarsely, and Steve—who’d spent nearly a year wondering whether he wanted to be around Billy or just be Billy—felt better instantly.

“...really?!” Steve asked, staring down at his untanned (compared to Billy’s) stomach, and his uninked arms. “...yeah, I’m hot, right?” he asked, laughing with relief. “I know I’m hot, huh, not everybody can look like you.” He twisted his body into a tits-and-ass superheroine pose, pursing his lips at Billy, who made a noise in his throat like he was dying. Steve snickered, and stuck his arm out and up to the side like he was Superman. “Truth, justice, and the American way,” he said, and Billy snorted a high-pitched laugh.

He’d half-covered his face, but he was still snapping pictures, and Steve couldn’t help wanting him to laugh harder, because Billy was cute, pink-cheeked with drink, giggling. Steve spread his arms, hearkening back to a long-ago role in the school production of My Fair Lady. “I have often slept/in this room before,” he began, throwing his arms wide, “—but the carpet always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am IIIII/several stories hiiiiiigh/knowing I’m in the room where you aaaaare—” he sang, and Billy burst out laughing, letting himself fall backwards on the bed cackling, his hands over his face.

Steve climbed up on the bed again, sitting on Billy’s legs like they were five, and kept going. “AND OHHHHHH, THE TOWERING FEELING,” he belted out, “—JUST TO KNOOOOW/SOMEHOW YOU ARE NEAR—”

Billy shoved at him, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, and turning a little to bury his face in the pillows.

Steve beamed, taking a quick breath. “THE OHHHHVERPOWERING FEELING/THAT ANY SECOND YOU MAY SUDDENLY APPEAR—” he paused, because the neighbors were banging on the walls again, and put his hands on his hips.

“Oh my god,” Billy wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes. “Stop, stop, before they throw us out, jesus christ you fucking loon.”

“Maybe they prefer Elton John,” Steve said thoughtfully, opening his mouth to try some of Your Song, and Billy tackled him to the bed, both hands over Steve’s mouth, which was suddenly kind of awkward, as Steve remembered he was wearing only a thong. He tried to sort of hum that he was disarmed and un-dangerous, but Billy glowered suspiciously, leaning harder to hold his hands over Steve’s mouth, his mouth still quirked as he shook a little with suppressed snickering.

Steve tried not to squirm. Billy’s pajama pants were soft and thin, and Steve could feel thigh muscles through them. Billy’s butt hovered right over his dick, barely bound by the scrap of satin and lace, and it was hard to think of anything but that couple of inches of space between Billy feeling safe as friends, and finding out Steve got idiotically turned on by people thinking he was funny and hot.

Billy was panting, still out of breath from laughing, his chest and abs flexing right before Steve’s eyes, so he closed them, feeling the heat spread over his face. “You gonna behave?” he hissed, and Steve considered shaking his head, so Billy would just...stay on top of him, maybe, maybe fell asleep there, while Steve spent an agonizing night trying not to squirm and Billy breathed contentedly into his neck.

He nodded, instead, and Billy pushed himself up to stretch.

“You’re insane,” he commented.

“Everybody serenades fiances,” Steve said indignantly. “I could read you poetry instead.”

“Holy fuck, no,” Billy hissed, reaching to slap a hand over Steve’s face again, and Steve kissed his hand. He snatched it back like Steve had burned him, swinging his leg off Steve to curl his whole body into the pillows, groaning. “Why are you like this,” he sighed, still laughing.

“You love me,” Steve pointed out, biting his lip uncertainly, and Billy sighed again.

“Yeah.”

Steve dropped down next to him, his shoulder against Billy’s back, and imagined he and Billy in their suits. “We got a fitting tomorrow,” he said softly. “For the suits.”

“...yeah, I know,” Billy said, leaning back against him. “You gonna wear the blue thong? Something borrowed and everything?”

Steve laughed. “Oh. I was thinking white lace. Weddings. Y’know.”

“You...thought about it,” Billy mumbled.

“Dude, I’ve done nothing but think about it,” Steve told him, pushing himself up on his elbows. “I keep thinking you’re gonna say it was all a joke. Thongs, seriously? I’ll wear ‘em every damn day if it keeps you around, man.”

“...bro,” Billy said, laughing into his pillow with kind of a whine.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, grimacing. He swung his legs off the bed, and grabbed his jeans off the floor. “I’m gonna shower,” he told Billy, who was sounding sleepy, and saw what was probably a nod.

In the bathroom, he stared at himself in the mirror again, and felt less shitty about being a man in satin and lace, because really, people could just...wear things, he figured, it wasn’t like the fabric cared. Billy’d looked happy as he laughed, and Steve smiled at the thought, and flexed again in the mirror. He was half-tempted to get a little apron or something and make Billy laugh his ass off again.

His dick still hadn’t gotten the message that it wouldn’t be getting any action, and he tried to ignore it fully peeking over the top of the elastic, and the damp spot from his reaction to getting thrown down on a bed. It’d be actually and metaphorically hard to sleep next to Billy without taking care of it, though, and he let himself thumb over the tip, biting back a groan, and trying not to think anything weird about Billy’s weight on him, or the muscles of his forearms as he held Steve down by the face.

He reminded himself of Tommy shoving his hand away, and stalking out of his life, and tried to think about tits as he climbed in the shower, his shoulders hunched.

The feeling wasn’t really the same, he told himself—he knew what he was feeling, watching a woman squeeze into a dress, and thinking about peeling her out of it, but it’d never been clear, as he tried to dress up like Han Solo, what exactly he wanted—to kiss him, or be him, or just be...as cool as him, or maybe just to have a janky spaceship to share with his very best friend.

He peeled out of the thong, his cheeks burning, and stepped into the shower, soaping his hand up. It only took a few yanks before he came over his fingers, thinking annoyingly neither of Billy nor an anonymous woman’s mouth, but ofTommy, how he’d shoved Steve against the doorjamb, and said “Yeah, why shouldn’t I go over to Carol’s again? What you got that’s better than her, huh?”

Steve had been bewildered when Tommy started yanking at his pants, but also drunk, and horny from the porn. The woman onscreen was still panting and begging, her tits jiggling, and it was hot with the heat of an Indiana summer, but their beers were cold. The sound of distant frogs nearly drowned out the grunting on the screen. Tommy’s hands were hot and tight, and at nineteen it didn’t take much. Steve’d woken deep under the surface of a hangover, looking around at his limp, sticky cock half out of his pants, and taken a shower before he even remembered what had happened the night before.

Tommy’d never picked up his calls again.

It hadn’t even been his idea, Steve didn’t think, scrubbing at his hair as his brain went over the familiar ground—Tommy’d yanked at his jeans, while Steve stared like a drunk idiot. He tried to remember—again—whether he’d leaned in too far, or seemed too willing, and growled, sticking his head under the showerhead.

After he towelled off, he slid into bed behind Billy, and slid an arm around him. Billy snorted powerfully, smacking his lips, and rolled over to grapple Steve in closer, smacking a kiss to Steve’s jaw. “...love...babe,” he mumbled, nuzzling his head into Steve’s neck, and tossing a thigh over his legs.

Steve lay motionless, his heart pounding, staring at the ceiling.

In the morning, Billy insisted they couldn’t be fitted together, and see each other before the wedding. Then he drove home.

After the gig the next night, Steve drove home after him. He slowed as he passed Billy’s apartment, but it was four-fifteen in the morning, and he was pretty sure that was grounds for divorce.

He couldn’t stop grinning, and typing text drafts to Billy he didn’t send, and checking the time, so finally he just cleaned—he scrubbed the whole fridge, and pulled all the popsicles and discount steak out to defrost the freezer. If he’d been female, he thought, with kind of a shivery feeling in his stomach, he’d have eaten the popsicles when Billy was over—just sucked them down until he gave himself brain freeze, leaning his head back so Billy could see the muscles working in his cheeks and throat. Steve bit his lips together, sighing, and gripped the counter, wishing the stupid, useless image wasn’t stuck in his head.

The sheets smelled kinda stale, so he washed them, and put another load of laundry in, before checking the time again, seeing it was too early to take Billy any breakfast, and flopping face-first on the couch with a groan.

He awoke to his phone ringing, and answered in a grunted slur of syllables even he couldn’t identify. It was Joyce Byers’ voice, he registered, his brain feeling like its tires were spinning in mud.

“Billy’s sick,” she told him. “He sounds awful. He’s by himself.”

“Enh,” Steve said. “Grungh.”

“...I thought you might be on the road,” she said. “Weren’t you coming back today?”

“M’I’m,” Steve mumbled, and rolled half on his side to prop himself up. “M’here. Drove...las’night.”

“Sorry to wake you, sweetie,” she said, sounding suspiciously like she was laughing. “He’s just as impatient to see you, hon. That’s why I called. He was smiling all night. I had to pinch his pink cheeks.”

“...my pink cheeks,” Steve muttered indignantly, and she laughed again.

“Go take him some cold medicine, okay? Maybe something hot to eat?”

Steve slapped his face a few times to try and get his brain back online, blinked, and frowned worriedly. “Is—is he okay?”

“Sounds like a question for the man himself. We’ve got this, if you don’t want to come in tonight,” she said. “Tell him not to worry about anything, and feel better!”

“O-okay,” Steve said, nodding.

“Make him take a nap too, sweetie,” she said, and hung up. Steve blinked at his phone, and then called Billy.

He didn’t answer.

Steve grimaced, sat down to work on the chords for his nearly-finished song, couldn’t focus, and cleaned the garage. He tried again an hour later, and got no response, so he waited a couple more hours, did all the dishes, and scrubbed the stove.

He kept thinking about being sick, and he started to want soup, so he rummaged through his cupboards, and then pulled out the cookbook Joyce had helped him pick out when he first started living on his own. It had chicken soup in it, and Steve studied the ingredients carefully, jotting them down.

When he got to the part of the recipe that said ‘if using noodles, add them now,’ he stalled out, staring helplessly. He side-eyed the phone, and didn’t call again—Billy was probably asleep, he reminded himself, and there Steve was, waking him up every god damn hour.

He went out and bought sick-person groceries—the soup ingredients, obviously. Kleenex, benadryl, cough syrup, cough drops—and popsicles in case Billy had a sore throat. He got two whole boxes, resolutely not thinking about either of them actually eating them. He got a loaf of bread to slice for thick crunchy toast, and a carton of eggs to soft-boil. He threw some fluffy slippers by the register in, and then circled around again when he remembered tea.

When he knocked on Billy’s door, he kept it fairly quiet, and busied himself setting up a bag with all the things Billy might want—there was no point in giving a sick person the raw carrots for the chicken soup. Just as he was trying to remember whether Billy had a toaster oven, the door opened, and Billy stared down at him, wrapped in a blanket. His nose and lips were red, chapped and peeling.

“Sorry I woke you up, I’ll go away,” Steve told him, standing up, and grabbing both bags of groceries. “But I just need to ask, rice or noodles?”

“Why are you going away,” Billy croaked.

“I, um,” Steve stumbled, uncertain. “But uh, I’m—I’m making chicken soup, so: rice, or noodles?”

“...you’re making me soup?” Billy sighed, leaning against the door jamb. “...what are you doing out here?”

“I brought you stuff,” Steve told him, wincing. “Uh, is it—can I come in?” Billy backed away, tottering over to blow his nose, and Steve came in and kicked the door shut with his feet.

It was both humid and cold, and Steve grimaced into the dim light, watching Billy curl up on the corner of the couch in his jeans and the sweatshirt from their work. He was surrounded by used kleenex. “...I brought…” Steve trailed off, as Billy tried to tuck the blanket over his toes, and not pull it off his head. “...why’s it so cold in here?” he asked, and Billy’s head jerked up.

“It’s fucking cold, right?! I knew the fucking thermostat wasn’t working—” he stopped, sighing.

“Okay, no,” Steve announced. “You’re coming to my place. I promise not to make you sign any, like, prenuptials, come on.”

“...I’m sick,” Billy told him, petulantly, as Steve found his shoes.

“That would be why,” Steve told him, battling to get one arm out of the blanket at a time, and push Billy’s arms into his coat. “You can figure out the thermostat later—I’ll call and fight with them, if you want—but I can see my breath in here.”

Billy submitted to being bundled down the stairs in untied shoes, his coat on, and his blanket wrapped around it, and Steve loaded the groceries back in, handing Billy the box of tissues.

“So,” Steve asked, as he shifted into reverse. “Noodles or rice? I bought both. We could try both, I guess,” he said, considering, and then realized Billy was trying to cover a laugh, which turned into a racking cough. He sounded like the seals at the zoo.

“I don’t give a shit,” he said, finally, when he could talk.

All my Harringrove fic!

[mrs-hollandstan]

Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [twelve]

Warnings: Smut (18+), male & female receiving oral, Valentine’s Day sex ya know, I guess minor bdsm??, tying up, dom!Tom themes, blindfolding, toy use, alcohol & its use ;) , talk of sex with the roomies, teasing of Harrison & Cole if you blink, language, minor mentions of family issues, more fantasizing of family life

Word Count: 5,977

Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day!! I hope you enjoy. Just let me say that the next few parts may or may not hurt, but I ask you to stay with me cause it is needed haha. Lemme know what you think though. :)

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"Happy Valentine's Day to my absolute favorite women." Phoebe remarks, setting different colored sparkly heart shaped baskets in front of you, Ivey, and Scarlett at the kitchen table. Ivey gasps as you smile and Scarlett coos,

"Aww Phoebs these are so cute." Scarlett remarks. You nod, glancing up at her,

"They are, they're really adorable." You tell her. She smiles,

"Only the best for my loves." She remarks, leaning against your chair with a shrug. You smile, leaning into her. She sighs,

"Any idea what the boys got you girls?" She asks in general to the group. There's a collective shake of the head as you, Ivey, and Scarlett look between each other to see if anyone knows. You smile,

"Tom did demand I buy him new roses if anything ‘cause his died."

"You should try buying him carnations. Those last a lot longer." Ivey pipes up. You shrug, looking over the contents of Phoebe's basket,

"Any idea what we're all doing tonight?" Phoebe poses instead. Scarlett hums,

"Cole's making dinner and dessert and then we're gonna watch cheesy rom coms and make fun of them." She says with a smile. You giggle, looking to Ivey who shrugs,

"The only thing I know is Harrison and I are going to dinner." She remarks. The three of you nod before all eyes land on you. Your cheeks burn, eyes downcast,

"Uhm, I- Tom didn't really... give me much. He just told me to wear... something nice." You mutter,

"He'll probably just take you to dinner-"

"No not... not that kind of nice, uhm, he told me to wear a nice bra and panty set." You add. There's a silent a gasp,

"Ooh shit." Phoebe mumbles. Scarlett snorts,

"Look at you exploring that fuckin typical sex fiend Tom. How has it been?" She asks. You shrug,

"I don't really have much to base him off of. I was with like one guy before him and we were both in high school." You admit, picking at a string on your sweater. She hums,

"But... can he make you cum without touching you? Like, just sex, no clit rubbing?" You nod,

"Yeah, depends on what position he puts me in. He's really good in doggystyle."

"Must be nice. Sometimes Harrison just... forgets." Ivey speaks up. You smile, listening to Scarlett scoff and jokingly brush her hair over her shoulder,

"That's what you get for dating a boy Ivey. At least mine's a man." She boasts. You snort,

"Yeah, your man wore Spongebob boxers until he was nineteen." You tell her. The room breaks out into laughter, Scarlett leaning back in her chair,

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with liking Spongebob into your twenties. That's when you understand most of the jokes anyways." She defends. You giggle as she purses her lips, trying to contain her laughter,

"Besides, he is so fucking good. God that boy is so fucking sexy. His voice afterwards when he knows I still can't breathe-"

"Ew, ew, ew, that's alright, we don't have to. I'm related to that and I do not need to know." You tell her, shivering and moving your hands between you. She laughs, eyes casting up to Phoebe who holds her fingers out at a measurable distance. Scarlett reads her, holding her fingers up with a little added length,

"Balls too."

"Scarlett!" You squeal, your friends bursting out into laughter again. She holds her hands up,

"What?! How is that fair that you can talk your sex life but I can't talk mine?"

"Because yours happens to occur with my older brother and I do not need grimy details about an idiot I grew up with." You screech over the laughter. Once the laughing subsides, Scarlett sighs,

"He is good though." She mutters. You roll your eyes as a knock on the door sounds through the room. You silently thank the gods for whoever is on the other side, face brightening further when the three boys in question walk through the door. Tom rounds the corner in sweats and a tee, hat on backwards as he beelines straight for you, hands shoved in his pockets. You smile, laying your head back against his stomach as he leans in to kiss your cheek,

"Happy first Valentine's babe." He whispers to you. You smile, kissing his cheek back,

"Happy Valentine's Day love." You mutter. He glances up, watching his best friend and Cole retreat to their respective girlfriends. Phoebe drapes her arms around his shoulders,

"So I heard you requested that our sweet Y/N wear her best undies." She tells Tom who smiles, glancing down at you,

"Good thing I don't tell you my secrets darling." He jokes. You giggle and shrug,

"We're a family here. I tell them everything." You tell him. He hums, looking back up to Phoebe,

"Yeah, I got somethin good planned for her. Should be great." Is all he comes up with. Laying your head back against his arm, he nods at her. She nods in return as he purses his lips,

"But uhh, what are you doin?" He asks her. She shrugs,

"Probably sitting around here. Maybe I'll look for a hookup, who knows." She says with a shrug. You giggle as Tom smiles at her,

"Well shit, when you put it like that, there's room on my bed for the both of you." You gasp, reaching up to swat at his chest,

"Tom!" You screech. He chuckles,

"What? She's gonna spend Valentine's Day alone looking for a hookup. I could take you both on." He remarks. You pout as he stares down at you with a cheesy smile. He clicks his tongue,

"I'm kidding love. Damn I thought you'd put up more of a fight." He jokes. Phoebe smiles down at you,

"It's fine Y/N, wouldn't wanna steal your picture perfect moment." She remarks. Tom wraps his arms around you, lifting you and sitting in your spot. He pulls you into his lap, his arms wrapped tight around your waist.  He sighs, leaning into your ear,

"Just for that though, you'll have to be punished." He jokes. You smile, leaning your back against his chest, hands placed over his arms.

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Each of your steps are accentuated by the clicks of the heels you wear as Tom walks you up the stairs to the frat house,

"Ya know, I really, really want our own place so we can do whatever we want." He reminds you. You smile and nod, holding his hand tight,

"Well it's not like I'm quiet if there's people around. At your friend's house back in London I was pretty loud and Cole's friend definitely has neighbors and I wasn't exactly quiet." You remind. He gives a cocky smirk as he glances back at you,

“I like that about you. You don’t hide it like some girls try to.” He tells you. You hum, releasing his hand as he shoulders the front door open. It’s nearly empty, just a few of the boys standing spread through the house. Some greet you, others continue what they’re doing like you aren’t there. Tom leads you through the kitchen first, grabbing some alcohol before he leads you up the stairs and into his room. He sighs as he closes the door and you settle on the bed, laying back and kicking your heels off. You cross your hands over your stomach, watching as Tom walks forward to run the tip of his finger over the hill of one of your breasts,

“I like this dress. It shows off your goodies perfectly.” You smile,

“Thought you just cared what was underneath tonight.” He hums, not answering you at first as he pours some of the bourbon he’d brought into a glass and handing it to you. You sip from it, cringing softly. Tom smiles,

“Well I do, but ‘m just sayin, you’re pretty fuckin sexy in this little dress.” He remarks. You nod, allowing him to crawl over you. You hum as he brushes your hands up above your head, leaning in to kiss your throat,

“You know what though, I think it’ll look better on my floor.” He whispers, reaching up to slide the strap of your dress down your arm, repeating the process with the other as he slides it down your body. When your bra is exposed to him, he lets out another hum, continuing the trail down past your underwear which he blinks down at, dropping your dress on the floor beside him,

"Damn..."

"This set was just bought for this occasion." You tell him with a smile. He eyes the frilly red lace set,

"Its beautiful baby girl. You really know how to spoil me then huh?" He teases. You giggle and nod, eyes following his hand as he reaches for the bottle of bourbon, turning it upside down to drizzle some down the valley of your breasts, quickly leaning in to lap it up as it begins to run. You smile, watching him stand, kicking his shoes off and shimmying from his socks. He sheds his top and pants, watching as you sit up and lean in to kiss across his abdomen. He reaches up to run his fingers through your hair. He gives a sharp tug after a moment, bringing a choked whimper from your throat. He smiled down at you,

"I've got something for you. But you have to be a good girl for me to see it." He purrs. You smile up at him, body coursing in excitement at his tone. He wants to be domineering and you'll let him. You nod, chewing your bottom lip. He gives one curt nod, releasing your hair and walking to his closet. He pulls out a shoebox, placing it on the bed beside you and opening it. Your eyes widen at the contents: silk ties, handcuffs, a few varieties of dildos and vibrators, and nipple clamps,

"The craziest thing in this box is the clamps. But most of it's pretty mild. I just figured I mentioned toys and you didn't say no so maybe I could've bought some and then I had a little extra money. So I kinda went all out. We can try all of them in time but... I only got like three dildos cause I don't really want to use them on you when I've got a perfectly good dick in my pants but... figured maybe we'd see. But if you'd like, we could sample out a vibrator of your choice. And these are definitely being used." He rambles, dragging the ties out. You meet eyes and he gives you a cocky smirk. You cock your head and click your tongue,

"See that's not fair. I wore this for you to dominate me?" You pose, gesturing to the lingerie set you wear. Tom shrugs, looking you over, but he strokes the ties smooth as he does so,

"You did date night a few weeks ago. It's my turn to actually spoil you."

"But I wanna be on top. You always do the work." You pout, shoulders slouching. Tom presses his lips together, staring up at you without blinking for a moment,

"Fine. But I've got conditions. You're to let me tie you up to eat you out and when I'm done I'll let you do the same. But we need to establish a safe word. We aren't gonna be too crazy but," he grabs your hips and leans in to kiss your stomach, "I want us to be safe. If something doesn't feel right, we can use it and we'll stop." You nod, hands rested on his shoulders,

"What about... ooh, what about curtain call?" You pose. One of his eyebrows arches and you purse your lips,

"Ya know... at the end of a performance. Y-you were talking about stage directions the other day. I do listen." You murmur, seeming somewhat embarrassed. Tom chuckles,

"I know you do, I'm just... surprised. Yeah, curtain call is good." He tells you through a chuckle, squeezing your hips. You nod, letting him guide you back to lay on the bed, dragging you up to have you hold the posts of his headboard before he binds a silk tie around your wrists and the post. You watch, leaning up to kiss his stomach again, which moves as he laughs,

"Gonna be a good girl for me darling?" He purrs again, leaning in to kiss along your jaw. You nod,

"Yes sir."

"Now that's just wrong. You don't want me to dominate you, but you're gonna call me sir. Naughty girl." You giggle as he lifts your bottom half from the bed, pulling your panties down and swatting your butt in one sitting. You press your eyes closed for a moment, opening them as he spread your thighs to kneel between. He drags another piece of silk from the nightstand, showing it to you before leaning in to fasten it around your eyes. You gasp,

"Oh come on. That's not fair."

"You blindfolded me the other night. It's my turn. Besides... your orgasm'll be better if you're compromised." He mutters, kissing down your body. He disappears from the bed, his weight around you nonexistent anymore as he toys with your remaining senses. You gasp again, tugging at your restraints when something brushes over your stomach. Tom cackles,

"Those were my boxers by the way. And your body liked that." He purrs once more, leaning in to kiss around your belly button which draws a guttural whine from your throat,

"Tommy... please do something." You cry out. He chuckles again, humming to himself as he rounds the end of the bed, running his hands up your legs from ankle to thigh to spread them,

"What do we say pretty girl? Repeat it."

"Please." You pant, holding the wooden headboard post,

"Good girl." He gently mumbles. Closing your eyes tight, you give a shaky breath, feeling his breath across your hips before he leans in, instantly sucking your clit into his mouth. You cry out arching your back as his hands find purchase on your thighs, holding them apart while he works on you. He hums, your toes curling and you're on the verge of tears with how good it feels. Tom always makes it feel good. Sex is always the best, but the way he uses his mouth- which he hasn't since the night at the club because all of your sex has been too rushed for foreplay- is exceptional. You grasp the restraints, moaning and whimpering as you focus on the tingling and straight pleasure Tom provides, tracing his tongue around your clit and lapping at you in figure eights. You whine as he pulls up,

"Tommy... Tommy, please..." He chuckles,

"Tell me what you want baby girl." He demands. You arch your back,

"Please just don't stop. Want your tongue." You whine. He chuckles again,

"Good thing I hadn't intended on stopping then huh?" He poses, your senses dialed to eleven as he leans in, sucking your clit into his mouth and pumping his fingers inside of you once he slips them inside. Your nails claw at the bedpost, eyes squeezed shut tight beneath your blindfold,

"Fuck Tom." You gasp. He chuckles darkly,

"You like that pretty girl. So wet for me." He mutters, kissing your thigh. You can feel him shift, but think nothing of it as you focus on getting to your first high of the night. Your body craves it, wanting to feel that molten lava take over your body. You hum, gasping and shuddering as a strong vibrating sound rings through the air and cool metal is pressed to your clit. Your body lurches, tugging against the restraints at the new, overwhelming, foreign feeling and the milliseconds of uncertainty as to what it is nearly has you calling out your safe word.. He chuckles again,

"You like that darling?" You nod, panting as you seek out more pleasure from not only his fingers pumping in and out of you, but the bullet vibrator pressed firmly to your clit. You move your hips down into him, letting him slip his fingers out of you and replace it with his tongue. Your back arches again, head buried in the pillows,

"Fuck me Tommy. That feels so good." You moan, feeling your high build further and further,

"Can tell... you're soaked darling." He mutters back. You grasp the ties, toes curling and eyes squeezing shut,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum." You squeal. Tom hums, his tongue leaving you before he takes hold of your hips and flips you over onto your knees, twisting your wrists in the ties snugly, but not uncomfortably. He presses his fingers back inside of you, thrusting them quickly as he holds the overpowering vibrator firm to your clit. You whine, leaning down to bury your face in his sultry smelling pillow as he fights to bring you to climax,

"Come on love, cum for me." He directs into your ear. You let out a moan, back arching into his chest as he leans over you, stiff cock jabbing you in the side. Your body convulses after a few more seconds and you squeal, toes curled as you cum finally. You let out a whimper as he works your through it, turning the vibrator off as he draws his fingers out and licks them clean. You hold the post above you tight in your hands,

"Are you... are you gonna untie me?" You ask. He chuckles,

"Eager are we? I don't think I will just yet love. I like you like this." You whimper again as he lays you on your back, pulling the tie on your blindfold lose and tossing it aside,

"I will do that though. You look beautiful all flushed like this." He says with a smile. You return it, leaning your head up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue as he slides it into your mouth. You hum,

"I do quite like the dominating stature you take. It's pretty sexy." He smiles, running his hands up the inside of your thighs,

"That's good. That's kinda... my style of stuff. I like dominating my girls." He admits. You crane your head to watch him sort through the things in front of him. His smile widens,

"You sure liked that vibrator." He remarks. You click your tongue,

"That's like telling me that starving me will result in me wanting to eat. No shit Sherlock." You chide. He chuckles,

"Didn't you though? I mean obviously your body involuntarily likes it but... it's good huh?" You nod, relaxing back against the bed,

"It was good. Intense. I've never used toys before." You admit. He returns your nod, reaching for a condom as he removes the lube in the box and walks to the closet to deposit it back. He hums as he returns, standing beside you with his hands on his hips,

"I'm not ready to untie you love." He remarks. You lick your lips, raising your head,

"Come closer then loser." You bite, watching him walk forward before you lean in to take his cock into your mouth. He hums. You smile around him, shifting until you're laying on your side, bobbing your head softly. You hum as he reaches up to untie you, pulling your legs off the bed and putting you on your knees,

"Hands behind your back darling." You do as you're told, letting him tie your hands behind your back, gathering your hair in his hand,

"You're beautiful baby girl." He purrs. You glance up at him through your lashes, his lips pressing in a tight line as he stares down at you. You hum, moving forward until you're gagging. Tom curses under his breath, holding you far too lightly. You pull back,

"Tommy..."

"What?" He asks, eyes softening at your whine. You pout,

"We established a safe word and we aren't even gonna get our worth out of it." His eyes twinkle as he stares down at you,

"I don't follow darling." He remarks with a lopsided smirk. You click your tongue,

"You wanna be dominating, you gotta gag me." His smile widens as he comes to the realization,

"You want my cock down your throat darling?" He poses softly. You smile and nod, winking up at him,

"You've got me all tied up, why not play with me?" You purr. He chuckles darkly,

"Oh darling, you don't know what you're getting yourself into." He mutters as you take him back into your mouth. He hums, watching you and running his fingers up the side of your face before he gives a solid tug on your neck and you gag. He hisses,

"Fuck darling. You're very good with that pretty little mouth." You hollow your cheeks as he speaks, giggling around him as his knees threaten to give out. He tugs on you harder, hand wrapping in your hair again before he presses, gagging you effectively over and over again. After another moment, he tugs you off of him, breathing hard,

"Alright... fuck... that's enough." He pants, bringing you to your feet and turning you around. Pressing a hand to your back, he bends you over the bed, swatting at your bottom. You squeal, giggling after as he picks at the knots at your back, untying the ties and letting you lay back on the bed, rolling onto your back. He stands between your knees,

"Wanna tie me up now?" He poses. You smile and nod, taking the tie from him and sitting up. He lays back on the bed, letting you move his hands until they're grasping the same post you were. He watches you clamber over him to tie the silk around his wrists, leaning up to kiss your tummy. He hums as you crawl back down, sitting just above his bobbing cock,

"You ever not used a condom with a girl?" You ask him, raising an eyebrow. He smiles, shrugging,

"Maybe one or two." He admits. You click your tongue,

"Such a whore you are Mr. Holland." He chuckles as you lean in to kiss across his chest, rolling your tongue around his nipples. He closes his eyes, grasping at his restraints as you creep down his body. Crouching between his legs, you find the condom and lube amongst the sheets. He sighs as he waits for you to add lube to the tip of the condom after you've opened it and slide it down over him,

"I actually can't wait for the day you let me not use a condom." He remarks. You smile,

"Shoulda said something before I put it on." He raises his head, staring up at you,

"Well fuck then, take it off, what’s one condom?" He practically squeals. You giggle, shaking your head at him,

"Too late." Climbing over him, he watches you turn the lube upside down and drip it over him, setting the bottle aside and settle above him. You reach down, guiding him with two fingers to your entrance before you slide down onto him. He hums, holding the ties in his hands,

"Fuck... that's good." He mutters, eyes closing again as you settle yourself above him, hands on his chest. He presses his lips in a line, raising his head to glance down where you're connected. He sighs,

"Fuck you're good." He adds. You smile, rubbing your hands across his chest before slowly raising your hips and dropping them down again. He hums, holding the restraints around his wrists in a bruising grip. You slowly bounce on top of him, trying to stretch yourself out as he licks his lips and curses under his breath. He watches you reach down once you start to pick up speed, stroking your clit in quick circles, your body quivering from the previous orgasm you'd had. Tom gives a somewhat feminine whine,

"Fuck darling." He tugs at the restraints around his wrist. You tut,

"Don't tell me I'm gonna have to blindfold you for being a bad boy." You tease. He stares up at you with wide, lust blown eyes, laying his head back against his pillow with his eyes never leaving you,

"You're mean." He mutters. You smile down at him, back arching softly as you rub yourself, bursts of pleasure bursting throughout you. You hum, coming down harder around him. After another moment of dull pleasure from Tom, you press a foot to his bed, leaning back on his thighs to bounce softly. He watches, eyes widening again,

"Baby, untie me." He desperately begs. You giggle, pausing as you stare down at him,

"You're such a pussy. I was tied up for like five minutes and you can't even last two." He groans,

"But this is different. I can give you more, come on, untie me." You shake your head, continuing to bounce atop him,

"No way. You stay tied up until I can make you cum." He rotates his wrist in a circle,

"Then c'mon. Hurry it along then darling, I can feel it." He rushes, laying his head back against the pillow below him with a small grunt as you pick up speed. His toes curl, eyes closing as his back arches,

"Fuck..." He groans, holding his ties, focusing on you instead of the bed creaking. He desperately wants to bring his knees up to give him some leverage to thrust up into you, but he can't. You're leaning back on his legs so he just has to enjoy the ride for now. One of your hands comes down between your own legs, rubbing your clit and releasing quiet but high pitched moans. Tom chews his lip, watching you as he chases his high, loving the way your body looks. He whines, tugging at his restraints and he wants nothing more than to reach up and play with your perfect, full, beautiful breasts. His eyes are locked on them, he's captivated by your sheer beauty as your head falls back,

"Fuck Tom... that feels so good." You moan, digging your nails into his thigh. He chuckles,

"Gonna cum before me?" You hum,

"You're hitting the right spot perfectly." You tell him, heart pounding from your chest. Your head falls back again, lips pressed in a tight line as you process the pleasure coursing through your veins. Its molten lava, burning your body. You bite your lip, Tom's eyes wandering up your body. He's nearly there,

"Fuck babe. God I'm so close." He growls. A thought strikes you, a wicked smirk which Tom doesn't catch crossing your face, his eyes closed. But they pop open and he gasps as he feels your hand that's drifted down between his legs to fondle his balls. You laugh wickedly as the headboard jolts and Tom tugs his restraints,

"Babe... ah fuck darling." He spits out, starting to squirm after a moment,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He curses, his hips involuntarily bucking up into yours as he struggles to contain himself. He lets out a loud groan as he cums, wrists red and burning as he tugs against his confines,

"Fuck." He grunts, giving one more thrust before he relaxes. You giggle, leaning over him and kissing him softly,

"Good baby?" He nods rather tiredly, glancing up as he feels you picking at the knots in his ties,

"No changing position." You demand. He nods, hands instantly rising to press over your breasts. You lean up just a little, finding the perfect spot to work back against. His hands slide down to your hips and then one slides down between them, pressing on your clit. You gasp, back arching as he circles the bud,

"That's it baby. Cum for me." He mutters, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders as you lay chest to chest against him, goosebumps erupting across your skin as the new angle allows him to press into that pleasure button. As you pick up speed, his fingers circle your clit faster, pushing you closer and closer to your high.

Each move of your hips draws a dull cry from your lips pressed to Tom's shoulder before he presses his feet to the bed, thrusting up into you. You squeal, biting into his shoulder which draws a growl from his own lips. He kisses your cheek, coaxing you along until you shudder, nuzzling your face in his chest and give a lighthearted scream as you cum for the second time. You pause, kissing his chest as his arms bind around you, legs sliding like butter down amongst the sheets as he struggles to breath below you. You hum as you rise slowly, brain clouded in a blissful haze, Tom's hands resting on your thighs as he waits for you to climb from him. You're panting as you do so, collapsing at his side, draping yourself over his arm. You pull the comforter up across your body, holding it in the crooks of your arms while Tom, just as out of breath, peels the condom from himself and tosses it into the bin beside his bed. He hums, placing his hand over your arm as he drapes the blanket across his waist, turning his head to look at you,

"Well shit." He pants out with a cheesy smile. You nod, letting out a small, breathless laugh, snuggling up into him. He runs his fingertips up your arm, tucking his other arm behind his head. You sigh, placing your hand over his chest,

"I think that was our best yet." You in part joke. He nods,

"I feel that." He mutters. Reaching up, he closed his eyes as you brush through his slightly sweat dampened hair. You lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth as his hand rests on your back, smiling and leaning in to kiss him farther after a moment. Your eyes drift to the top of his dresser where half dead roses lie,

“Wow, you weren’t kidding about your roses.” He glances up and chuckles,

“What, you think I’d lie to you about something so serious?” He jokes. You share a giggle as you lay your head against his shoulder, staring up at them for a moment longer. You raise your head again to look down into his face, heart fluttering,

"I love you. You're my everything." You tell him. He smiles, not opening his eyes for a moment. When he does open them, you watch the brown swirl, a golden speck dancing in them,

"I love you too. You're more than anything. I dunno where I'd be without you." He admits. Tracing his collarbone, he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. Leaning back, you lay across his arm,

"Let's fantasize more. About our future. About us." You request. He hums, staring up at the ceiling as he thinks. You watch his lashes flutter,

"'Right, I want our house to be like... like warm but not like heater or natural heat warm. I want like... oven warm and I want it to smell like baked goods. And I'm," he looks at you then, eyes widening gently in worry, "I'm not like... saying I want you to sit at home and bake. I just want it to smell like baked goods just in general." You nod, staring up at him. He nods in return, glancing up at the ceiling. You hum,

"I always revert back to you with kids. I’ve always wanted to be a mom." He glances down at you again,

"You'd be a real good one, I know that much." He remarks. You smile up at him,

"Is it creepy that I always imagine you as the father of my kids? We've been together like... six months and I’ve already like… planned out their names and thought about what they’ll look like." You tell him. He chuckles and shrugs,

"I don't find it creepy, I think it's cute. You're like the only girl I've ever actually wanted to fantasize about it with." He admits. You hum, rubbing his chest,

"Fine, then I'll tell you what I think of. I think of you coming home from work and being bombarded with like... well I don't know how many but I see you being bombarded by our babies and then you sit at the table with the boys and help them with their homework as your daughter is questioning me about every little thing associated with dinner and helping me do that. She's too young to go to school of course so... she has to be distracted somehow." He nods with a smile,

"And then you teach them how to clean. Like how to do laundry and dishes and vacuum. But our baby girl will be scared of the vacuum for a few years and everytime you're trying to teach them you have to hold her." You add. He chuckles as your eyes sting in unshed tears,

“Very active imagination. That’s cute, I like it.” He remarks, unaware for a moment until he glances down. After another moment, he glances down,

"Hey. What's the matter?" He asks at the look of you, worriedly moving to brush your tears away. You shake your head and sniffle a little,

"Nothing I just... I just didn't get that growing up. I don't want what I had for our kids. This whole split family shit that I went through. I want more for them." You admit. He hums,

"And you'll get there. You're gonna be an amazing mum and hopefully I'm the dad to watch you be that. You're perfect and I couldn't ask for anything better. Our kids are going to be so fucking loved because the love I have for their mum is unreal." He rambles. You smile and nod, pressing your hand over his on your cheek,

"I know. I just... I feel like my parents said the same thing and then they fell out of love and shit. I just don't wanna go through any of that." You mutter. He nods, letting you lay your head over his shoulder,

"What do you dream about when it comes to kids?" You ask, trying to change the subject. He hums,

"Dunno. Uhm, how many kids are we talkin here?" He poses. You shrug,

"I guess if we're being serious, like... three or four." You tell him. He nods,

"I like the idea of being bombarded by little babies. I dunno if I could hold all of them though. But... I like the idea of you being pregnant and giving birth to babies that have your eyes." He jokes, leaning in to poke your nose. You smile,

"I like your eyes though." You murmur. He hums again,

"Well we'll see who our kids side with on that one." You click your tongue,

"Guess so. I like the idea of having little boys that look like me and little girls that look like you though." He purses his lips,

"Little mumma's boys and little daddy's girls. I could fuck with that." He mumbles. You smile, relaxing against him. He runs his fingers up along your spine, your brain going fuzzy as you close your eyes. You sigh, binding your arms around him. He returns the sigh,

"Why don't you get some sleep and dream some more fantasies up for me." You smile, snuggling down into his side,

"I love you." You tell him. He runs his fingers through your hair,

"Love you too darling. Get some rest." With his fingers in your hair and across your back, it isn't hard to fall asleep, your chest pressed to his. Tom glances down at you when he hears your breathing shallow, smiling down at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead,

"And happy first Valentine's my love." He whispers, kissing your temple before his own eyes close and like always with you around, he falls asleep faster than ever. Peacefully.

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chapter 4: the night

paring: kim taehyung x reader

genre: collage AU, fuckboy!taehyung, student!reader, fluff & smut

rating: 18+

warnings: drinking, soft dom!taehyung, sub!reader, dirty talk, oral m receiving, fingering, thigh grinding, multiple orgasms, rough sex, protected sex, lube, choking, rope play, praise, slut calling once, hair pulling, choking

word count: 5.0K

summary: Oh how a single night can change your entire life. Drunken on wine, you spill the tea on how none of your previous ex’s could satisfy your needs in bed. Taehyung being your very experianced friend offers you a tempting offer you can’t seem to get of your mind. The question that remains is, will you let him?

note: I know it’s been a while but finally it’s here! hope you enjoy! 

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Groaning as you wake up, you realize you are in Taehyung’s bed and not your own. Oh right, you spend the night at Taehyung’s because you helped him home last night. Turning around, you see Taehyung sleeping soundly beside you and you smile. As you laid there, watching him for a bit, your stomach started to growl. Hungry, you decided to go over to the kitchen and find something to eat. Cook some breakfast for the two of you if you could find any eggs or so. Finding his kitchen being mostly empty and medicine cabin out of painkillers, you decide to go to the nearest store and get some, along with some breakfast.

Waking up, Taehyung found himself alone in his bed, searching for your body. When he could not feel it anywhere in the bed, he began to slightly panic, looking around his room for you. Dragging his body up from bed he called out your name as he walked out of his room, but he got no reply. Great, you had probably gone home, he thought to himself as he walked back in his room. As he laid down on his bed, he quickly fell asleep again. This time cold, alone and worried he had scared you away.

The next time he woke up it was by someone murmuring his name softly and slightly shaking his arm. Whining, Taehyung opened his eyes to be meet by yours. He was laying on his side and you were crouching beside his bed, your face eye level to his. Your hand softly rubbing circles now on Taehyung arms.

“I thought you left” He softly spoke, and you shook your head.

“I just went to the store to by us breakfast and some painkillers for you. Thought you might need them.” You explained, and he let out a quiet ‘ahh’ before wincing and holding a hand to his head. His headache was getting the best of him.

“Here take this.” You say as you take the glass of water and painkiller of his nightstand and in your hands, holding it in front of him. Gratefully he takes the glass and says ‘thank you’ before putting the painkiller in his mouth and drinking the whole glass of water. Taehyung looked tired with bags under his eyes and posture sunken. He looked at you softly, taking in your features and he thinks about his question one more time before finally asking.

“Cuddle me.”

“What?” You could not believe what he had asked but still the thought had crossed your mind. The two of you did cuddle last night and never had you felt so at home in someone else’s arms.

“Come on, just get down here.” Taehyung held up the covers for you to scoot in next to him. Nothing bad could happen, right? So, you decided to lay down next to him and let him put his arms around you and pull you close. The two of you laid there for a while, making small talk and laughing about stories that you told each other. It was a peaceful Sunday morning for the two of you as you spent it in bed, talking, laughing, getting to know each other.

The next couple of days flew by quickly and it was finally Friday, which meant you and your friends would meet up, drink wine and complain about school once again. This time at Hoseok’s apartment.

“I can’t believe you had a threesome… You out of all people!” Lea exclaimed, pointing at Hoseok who looked offended.

“Excuse me, who did you think had more of a chance at a threesome than me?” Hoseok defended himself and suddenly Lea’s eyes landed on yours.

“Well duh, she has Taehyung in her pawn, I bet Jungkook would wanna join or something someday.” Choking on your wine as laughter filled the room you were quick to defend yourself.

“I do not have Taehyung in my pawn and, also, no. That would never happen!” Smiling at you Lea took a sip of her wine before talking again.

“Never say never, I mean, you do suddenly run out in the middle of the night to meet him.” She was right, you had left in the middle of the night to help Taehyung. But it was not like she made it seem to be.

“That was to help him get home.”

“Still… you did also stay the night at his.” Hoseok chirped in. Damn could that boy never keep his mouth in check.

“Once again, to help him because he was drunk. Nothing more, nothing less.” Or, at least that is what you wanted to believe. That it did not matter, that all it was, was a friend helping another friend.

“He is nobody, he is my English assignment partner and I’m sure he called me because I was the last person he texted or something.” You continued and this time it was Nora who spoke.

“Still… if you are the last person he texted, the two of you must talk an awful lot outside of your classes. And, you did go out in the middle of the night to help him the second he called you.”

“I would also do that for any of you, it’s-“ Lea cut you of midway through your sentence.

“That’s because we mean something to you, and it seems like Taehyung does too.” A silence settled in the room with the uncomfortable truth. You had been denying it for a while now, but the wine was somehow making you see clearer. You did have some sort of feelings for Taehyung. What they were you could not fully pinpoint but there were there. Out in the open.

“Be careful not to fall for him to hard. He is not really the relationship type of you guy know?” Yoongi softly spoke, breaking the silence. You looked him in the eye as you sighed and tried to find the right words.

“I know… It’s just…. It’s like there are two sides of him” You began as you started thinking more of the Taehyung you had gotten to know. The one who asked you to stay in bed with him, just because he wanted to cuddle. The one who heard out your apology and wanted to make it right with you. The one who wanted to be your friend.

“There is this side that I see of him when I’m with him and there is this side that he puts up when he is with others. The side that I hear people say I should be aware of but, truth to be told, all I’ve ever seen is a boy who wants to be loved and appreciated.” After you spoke the words that had been going through your head lately out loud, a silence fell in the room before the doorbell rang and announced that your pizza had arrived. The rest of the night was almost a blur to you. Talking, joking and playing games with your friends.

As Monday arrived, you went to school as usual. Tomorrow was your last lesson with Taehyung before the assignment would be done. You smiled at the thought of it. Finally, you would be able to have him the way you wanted. Your thoughts wandered at the thought of you and him, in bed. What would he do to you? Was he big? Would he make you cum? Your thoughts were disturbed when you bumped into someone.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed and as you turned around, you saw that you had bumped into Jungkook. Smiling at you, he shook his head.

“No worries! I’m sorry too, I didn’t see you.” Nodding, you turned around, ready to continue heading towards your locker but stopped when Jungkook called out your name.

“You were with Taehyung the night of the party, right?” Jungkook asked and you nodded.

“He told me someone helped him, but he didn’t say who. Figured it was probably you.” Tilting your head at Jungkook’s words you could not help but wonder.

“Why’d you think it was me?” Smiling at the ground, Jungkook took a deep breath before answering you.

“Well… he has been spending a lot of time with you lately. That’s all. I have to go to class now though, see you later?” Nodding, you smiled at him and the two of you went your separate ways. Jungkook to his class and you to your locker. On your way you thought of what Jungkook had said. It was almost as if he wanted to tell you more but could not. When you opened your locker to get your books, you were surprised to find a gift inside of it. A small box with a red ribbon on top of it. Picking it up, you examined it. Finding a small letter attached to it.

Thanks for helping me xxx

You knew who it was from, butterflies filling your belly so with a smile, you opened the box. Inside was a small candle, vanilla scented. Your favourite. Putting it back into your locker, you got your books and walked over to class. You had to see Taehyung later today. You had to thank him in person.

When class was over, you texted Taehyung asking if you could come over to his in the evening which he responded ‘sure’ to. Looking over your underwear drawer you decided to wear a matching piece. The colour was baby blue and hugged your curves perfectly. Your but being on full display in the string and your breasts pushed up by the push up bra. Taehyung had a thing for schoolgirls, this you had found out. Picking up the same black skirt you had last time you decided to match it with a white sleeveless polo top. Putting up your hair in a bun to keep it out of the way for whatever you might be doing tonight, you applied some light makeup before leaving.

As you knocked on his apartment door, Taehyung opened it. Dressed in grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt and his hair still slightly wet from the shower he had taken you could not help but to stare a bit. Biting your lip as your eyes wandered, Taehyung could not help but to swallow down the thoughts he was thinking right now. You, biting your lip, checking him out with your bare legs on display thanks to that short skirt. Was it the one you wore when he fingered you in class? Taehyung thought to himself, feeling proud over the fact that you probably picked it out just for him.

“Come in.” He told you, interrupting your thoughts. Your eyes meet his as he stepped away from the door so you could enter his apartment. Walking in, you suddenly started to feel nervous. As you took of your jacket and shoes, Taehyung closed the door behind you. When you turned around to face him, he was leaning against the door. Looking picture perfect as always.

“I wanted to thank you.” You began, and Taehyung tilted his head. Waiting for you to continue. “For the candle, you really didn’t have to” Smiling, Taehyung shook his head.

“You didn’t have to help my drunk ass home, still you did. It was the least I could do.” It felt like your head was dizzy in a good way. Love drunk because of Taehyung’s sweet words and because you were reminded of the fact that the assignment would all be over tomorrow. You had even already sent it in earlier today. Taehyung looked way to good right now for you not to kiss him. That was all you could think about. How badly you wanted his lips on yours.

“I still want to thank you.” You said, trying to be confident. That was what guys liked right? Walking nervously up to Taehyung, trying your best not to show how weak he made you. “Maybe I could show you?” You continued as you stood in front of him. Taehyung was intrigued. God did he want you to show him how thankful you were if the two of you were thinking of the same thing. Hesitantly, you placed your hands on his shoulders, letting them wander further back to play with the end of his long curly hair.

“I thought you wanted to wait until the assignment was over?” Taehyung asked and you nervously bit your lip. Fuck, could you not do that? He thought.

“I sent my part in today, is yours also done?” Nodding at your question, Taehyung leaned in a little closer to you. Your foreheads almost touching.

“Then… we are done with it, aren’t we?” Taehyung let out a breathy ‘yeah’ at your question and closed his eyes slightly. Consumed by you, Taehyung reminded himself that he needed to make sure the two of you were on the same page.

“We need to establish some basic rules… Do you know how to use colours? It’s common to use colours when checking in on your partner during sex. Do you know what I’m talking about?” Nodding, Taehyung almost frowned. He needed you to say it.

“Explain to me the colours.”

“Green means all is good. Yellow means I’m not comfortable but don’t want to stop entirely. Red means I want it all to stop.” At your words, Taehyung brought his hands to your waist. Sneaking his hands underneath your shirt, caressing the skin.

“Good girl,” he praised before continuing. “Now… Will you let me take care of you? Have my way with you?” You quickly nodded but soon remembered that Taehyung liked it when you were vocal. Telling him what you wanted.

“Yes please.”

“Please?” Taehyung slightly shook his head, a smile on his lips. “My, my what a good girl you are.” His praise went straight down to your core and now you could not deny yourself the one thing you had wanted the whole time you had been here with him.

You closed the distance between the two of you and kissed him. Nipping at the back of his hair as you tried to deepen it as soon as possible but Taehyung slightly chuckled, pulling away from you.

“Someone is eager huh?” So far, no one had ever made you this wet by only sweet talking you and kissing you once. Taehyung was something else indeed. You needed more, you desperately needed more.

“Please.” You did not know what you were asking for in all honesty. You just knew you needed something, and Taehyung could see right through you as your thighs were glued together to one and other. Looking for any kind of friction that could be provided to your core. For this, Taehyung had an idea. He wanted to try something he had been thinking about for a while. He took hold of your arms that were wrapped around his neck, bringing them down in front of you.

“Follow me.” Taking your hand in his, he led you to his bedroom where he sat down on his bed. Not many days ago the two of you were cuddling here, the memory still fresh in your head.

Standing in front of him, you were ready to get down on your knees for him. That was not what Taehyung had in mind though as he took hold of your waist, placing you on his right thigh, one leg on either side. Your hands immediately found their way around his neck for support. Confused, you looked at him waiting for him to tell you what he wanted you to do. Taehyung leaned forward. Whispering in your ear.

“My girl… Could you ride my thigh? Think you could make a mess on my thigh?” He cooed in your ear and you immediately closed your legs around his thigh, trying to get any friction at all to your now aching core. His hands went to your waist, his big hands firmly placed around it. You were not sure if you would be able to cum like this, on his thigh like he wanted but you would be damned if you would not try when he took charge like this.

Taehyung grabbed your hips and pulled you forward, and backwards. Helping you with a slow riding pace that had you let out a low moan at the friction on your core.

“Colour.” He demanded, and you took a deep breath as you tried to steady your voice before answering him. Still it came out as a moan.

“Green.” At your answer, Taehyung brought his thigh up a little, bouncing it slightly at the pace that he had set for your hips. Looking at you, eyes closed, immersed with pleasure as you tried holding in your moans, Taehyung could not help but smile. You were so responsive to him and he loved it.

“Fuck… You look so good…” He praised and you moaned loudly, your hole clenching around nothing. As you started feeling the tight knot in your core tighten you wanted to go faster, harder. Taehyung noticed your change of pace and held your hips even harder, stopping you from going faster. You whined at the teasing, the stimulation that was never quite enough to send you over the edge.

“What was that? Does my girl want to cum?” He asked you and you could not help but moan. My girl, there was something in you that would ignite every time he called you that.

“Please,” you moaned, realizing Taehyung was not going to give you anything without you begging for it. Suddenly, he started moving your hips faster, your head falling against his shoulder as the stimulation became almost overbearing. The tight knot in your stomach tightening even more.

“Then cum.” With Taehyung’s command, you came. White particles in your eyes. Cunt clenching around nothing. Heavily breathing against his shoulder, body slumped and relaxed in Taehyung’s arms. He brought his arms around you, hugging you.

“It’s okay, you did so good.” He whispered in your ear, placing small kisses on your neck and cheek. Once you regained your breath, you sat up to look at him. No one had ever made you cum this hard before. It was something you had only been able to achieve on your own. Brushing his hand through your hair as you came down, Taehyung continued to quietly praise you.

Never had anyone made you cum by just riding their thigh. The thought of it making you even wetter. As you sat up straight and opened your eyes you saw Taehyung smiling, removing a strand of hair from your face, as if he was searching for your face.

“We don’t have to continue… unless you want to?” His words made you shake your head and then smile at him.

“No, I want to.” at this, Taehyung could not hide the big grin on his face as you continued “I just need a second.”

“That’s okay baby girl. Take all the time you need.” At his reassurance, you dropped your head on his shoulder. Leaning slightly against his body you rested for a bit. Slowing down your breathing, getting comfortable in his arms. When you started to come back from your orgasm you felt Taehyung's hard member against your thigh, mouth watering at the thought of it. You desperately wanted to please him.

Standing up from Taehyung’s lap, leaving him confused, you dropped down on your knees in front of him. Hands on his thighs, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

“May I?” You would ask and Taehyung almost groaned. “I want to please you” Taehyung could barely believe what he was hearing. Spreading his thighs, he let you get comfortable in between them. You were such a good submissive to him. Always asking for permission, always doing what he tells you to do.

Taehyung gets lost in his thoughts, barely acknowledging your hands on his hips, trying to take of his pants. This was not like him, he thought. He was always in one hundred percent control. Somehow, you managed to distract him, make him lose control. Lifting himself up a bit, helping you take of his pants.

“Yeah, go ahead baby,” he encouraged, and you felt tingles in your core again. Never had that happened so quickly just after an orgasm.

His cock was way bigger than anything you had had before, and your mouth watered at the thought of it. You did not even notice the moan that left your mouth as you gripped his cook with one of your hands and Taehyung felt as if he was on cloud nine. He was not going to last long if you kept looking like that. Reacting that way. Being absolutely at his mercy.

Pumping it up and down at a slow pace, you found yourself wanting it in your mouth. So, you decided to go with it. Circling your tongue around the tip as your hand continued to pump him slowly, keeping it at the base of his cock. You looked absolutely gorgeous with your lips around his cock, Taehyung thought. So good that he could cum just from the sight of it all. Quiet groans left Taehyung’s mouth as you started taking him deeper in your mouth.

Taehyung realized he was soon on the edge and had to stop you. His hands gripping your hair, pulling your head backwards. Mouth wide open, spit drooling down your lips as you looked at him, Taehyung felt as if he was in love.

“Undress and get on the bed.” Releasing your hair, Taehyung stared down at you as you tried to collect your thoughts. It was as if your head was spinning with pure bliss and the sight of Taehyung sitting back like that… fuck.

“Now.” Taehyung's commanding voice snapped you out of your daze as you tried to collect yourself. Standing up, you removed your clothing and laid down on the bed. Your hands covering your breasts as you felt exposed. You could hear Taehyung ‘tsk’ as his footsteps started to sound further away. Turning your head, you saw that he went over to his closet, brining some items with him. He was naked now as well and you could not help but to stare at his lean body, mouth dry and lost for words.

Taehyung smirked when he saw that you were checking him out, but he was not pleased that you had covered yourself. Hence, he decided to get the rope out of his closet. Wanting desperately to see how you would look tied up and at his mercy.

When he reached you, you saw the rope in his hands and immediately pulled your hands together and stretched them out towards him. He took the rope around your hands, twisting it around like the bdsm website had told him to, making sure you could not get out of it. Although Taehyung loved bdsm, he had not had many partners that were willing to test it with him. So, when you spilled your secret over that glass of wine many nights ago, he could not help but wonder what it would be like to try out some of his fantasies with you.

When Taehyung looked at you after tying your hands to the bed you answered him ‘green’ before he could even ask the question. Taehyung praised you at this, for being such a good girl. He then moved away from you and you whined, tugging at the restraints. You wanted to be touched.

“Patience,” he warned, before opening the drawer and pulling out a condom and lube. As he opened the condom and put it over his cock you looked over at the lube, cheeks heating up.

“Will that really be necessary?” You asked and Taehyung looked at you, following your eyes that were glued to the lube bottle. He picked it up and placed some on his dick, getting even more lube on the condom before putting it down.

“Probably not,” he answered your question before he got on top of you, “but I want to be extra sure. I don’t want to cause you any discomfort.” You nodded, he had it all planned out and you were grateful for that. Grateful for all the ways he made sure you were comfortable.

His hand found its way down to your core that ached to be touched. His fingers sliding up and down your wet slit, but right now… You needed more.   

“Please Taehyung…” So… you begged, “please put your cock in me… I need it.” Taehyung felt as if he was in a daze and removed his fingers. Normally, he would scoff, not letting the sub get what they want just because they beg. But you were not any sub, you were you and Taehyung had quite a hard time saying no to you.  

“Such a filthy mouth you got baby,” he praised as he positioned himself at your entrance, “you ready?” Looking into his eyes you nodded before saying ‘please’ once last time. Feeling as if you are going to die if he does not fuck you soon. Never had you felt this desperate before. It was as if Taehyung had awoken something in you, something new, something exciting, something you craved.

You could not help but let out a moan when he entered you. His eyes never leave on your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. When he felt you relaxing under him, taking a deep breath as you tried to move your hip upwards, try and make him go deeper, he complied. Going deeper until he bottomed out. Letting out a low moan as he did. Taehyung captured your lip, savouring you as the hungry man he was before he started moving his hips, going at a slow pace but slamming into you hard each time. Your lips quickly left his as you moaned, and Taehyung smirked. Loving how much you were losing yourself into it.

“Baby… you take my cook so well. Feel so tight around me.” He praises you and you feel the need to desperately touch him, but you were quickly reminded that you cannot. The rope keeping your hands exactly where Taehyung tied them to the bed. He watched you as you tried to get out of them and smiled as he picked up the pace.

Your moans filled the room and if you were to actually think clearly, you would be worried about the neighbours hearing the two of you. None of that was any of your concern right now as Taehyung’s cock felt so good. Like, as if you could potentially cum from just his cock. Never did you think that would even be possible, considering you previous hook-ups.

Taehyung was determined to make you cum once more before he did and so, he started playing with your clit. Circling it slowly at first, enjoying how frustrated and fucked out you looked.

“Does baby want to cum?” He would ask and you could barely make any sounds. So, when you did not give him an answer, he stopped all his movements. His dick deep inside of you, hand moving from your clit towards your throat.

“I asked you a question.” Taehyung said before grabbing your throat lightly in his hand. You could cum like this, you could absolutely cum like this. Truth to be told, Taehyung needed a break so he would not cum to fast. So, he took this as an excellent opportunity to tease you. You tried to answer him, but all that came out was strangled undistinguishable words.

“Aww… does baby have a hard time speaking?” He mocked, clearly amused by what position you were in.

“Don’t worry, I know what you want. All sluts always want the same thing,” with that said, Taehyung released his grip on your throat and placed your legs on his shoulders as he began fucking you at a high speed. Going in hard and fast, you felt as if you were in heaven. Once his finger found your clit again you were quickly put over the edge. Taehyung came as you clenched around him, not being able to hold himself even longer.

As you came down from your orgasm, Taehyung came down from his and removed your legs from his shoulders once he did. As soon as he regained his breath, he untied your hands and got off you. Standing up, he took of the condom, tying it before going to the bathroom with it to throw it in the trash.

While waiting for Taehyung to come back, you decided to pull the covers over your body. Peacefully resting and thinking about the amazing sex you had just had. You had never felt so intimate, so close to someone ever before. The thought of Taehyung coming back and lying in bed with you made your heart race and the butterflies in your stomach fly. You just wanted to be close with him, cuddle him, kiss his nose.

Taehyung came back a minute later with a glass of water in his hands and with boxer briefs on. He smiled when he looked over at your resting body. You were exhausted and Taehyung felt a little proud over the fact.

“Drink this.” He said as he reached you and held out the glass for you. Muttering ‘thank you’ as you sat up, taking the glass from him. You did not realise how thirsty you were before you started drinking the water, drinking it all quickly. Giving back the empty cup to Taehyung who placed it on the nightstand beside you were he had placed the rope. Reaching out, you took his hand in yours.

“Cuddle me,” you said while pouting, trying to act as cute as possible, make Taehyung fall for it. It worked of course since Taehyung had already fallen for you. Smiling as he crawled over you so that he could lay down next you.

Once your body was flushed against his, you the little spoon and him the big one you felt safe and at peace. As you were drifting to sleep you let your thoughts out of your mind, accidently speaking them out loud.

“I… I think I love you…”

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[viskovie]

Just A Guy On A Shady Backstreet

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Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1500±

Relationship: Tig Trager/Juice Ortiz

Warning for the tiniest amount of dub/con you've ever seen in your life. Minor season 7 spoilers, but only if you already know what the dots are that need to be connected.

Summary below~

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    This is just a little reimagining of that scene where Tig and Rat are watching the Chinese storehouse (and Tig has to think fast when the workers leave… poor Rat…), because I read a gorgeous, sexy fic by @juicehoee and fell in love with the Chibs x Juice/Tig x Juice thing, so here's 1500 words of smut ♡ All my fics (unless specifically stated otherwise) are fix-its, so Juice isn’t in trouble with the club anymore.

ALSO: this is my first time writing for the SoA fandom, and also my first time writing a BJ scene so i hope it's up to standard! ♡ General disclaimer applies.

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    “Would you quit fidgeting?” Tig snaps. He and Juice have been watching the Chinese storehouse for hours now, waiting for something to happen. Anything to break the monotony, really. It would’ve been bad enough just dealing with his own boredom, but Juice’s patience wore out in the first hour or so and he hasn’t stopped moving since. Every few seconds he wriggles in his seat, trying to find something to keep his attention occupied, but it seems he’s just in a restless mood. 

    He’d managed to get his feet up on the dashboard at one point, but then couldn’t get them down without kicking Tig in the stomach. Tig threatened to shut him in the trunk if he tried that again. Juice had said he was sorry, but he’d been fighting a grin the whole time and completely undermined the credibility of his own apology.

    Tig shifts uncomfortably. His tailbone is steadily going numb, and he’s starting to get pins and needles in his toes. He adjusts the angle of his seat and tries to alleviate some of the pressure building in his lower back. Fuck, he’s really not as young as he used to be…

    Suddenly, for whatever godforsaken reason, Juice decides to test his limits even further by popping his knuckles. One at a time. Tig glares at him, but he just shrugs and cracks his neck.

    “I swear to god, if you start tapping your fingers I will rip them off.” He grumbles darkly. “You ‘n Chucky are gonna match.” Juice only laughs.

    They’ve been waiting for another twenty minutes, during which time Tig seriously considers knocking himself out for a little peace, when there’s a commotion around the storehouse doors. He’s immediately awake, head back in the game and watching like a hawk. A couple of Chinese-looking guys load up a truck and hop in, glancing around suspiciously.

    “Should we follow them?” Juice asks anxiously. Tig shakes his head.

    “Nah.”

    “Won’t they see us?”

    “Yeah, but I’m just a guy on a shady backstreet getting cheap head.” Tig answers slyly, struck by an idea. Before Juice can fully register the implication, he's pushing his head down to his crotch. Juice struggles for a moment; probably just a natural reaction. Tig wouldn’t know. He covers his face with his free hand, peeking through his fingers and moaning lewdly for effect.

    “Are you- are you serious?!” Juice chokes out, still trying to back up. Tig pushes his head down a little harder, willing him to shut up and sit quietly for a few minutes. Mercifully, the universe complies. For once. He tilts his head back again as the truck rolls past, carefully obscuring his face and Juice’s tats from the driver.

    “They gone?” Juice mumbles. Tig decides it’s time for a little revenge.

    “Nah, not yet.” He replies, rolling his hips a tiny bit. Juice makes a strangled sound as Tig’s clothed dick brushes against his cheek, and goes still. Tig moans again, but it’s a tad more real this time.

    “Ah, baby, that’s it…” he adds wickedly. He’s ready for Juice to try to raise his head, but he’s absolutely not ready for him to do so just enough to undo Tig’s belt. He raises his eyebrows, not sure if he should stop him or not. It’s a rather foreign feeling. Juice smirks, dragging the zipper down like he’s got all the time in the world.

    He squeezes Tig’s thigh with his other hand, rubbing his face against his stomach. He teases the waistband of his underwear as Tig curses himself for actually wearing them today. His body is beginning to react to the sensual touches, and as much as he wants to pull Juice off and never talk about this again, he also wants to see how far the kid is willing to go in calling his bluff.

    Juice walks his fingers up and down his leg, getting closer and closer to his crotch every time. He glances up and Tig sees the uncertainty in his eyes. He nods, somewhat dazed, and Juice lowers his gaze to press a small kiss to his still-covered semi.

    Absently, he strokes the short hair at the top of Juice’s head, unable to tear his eyes away from the marvel happening in his lap. Heat pools in his belly as his cock is carefully freed from his pants. He hears the little gasp from Juice, and manages to pull himself (sort of) back together.

    “Juicy…” he murmurs, not quite sure what to say. Juice hums at the sound of his name and seems to take it as encouragement. His fingers are light and cool against Tig’s shaft as he begins to work him to full hardness. He nuzzles against his hip, warm breaths ghosting over the heated tip. Tig scrambles to make his brain work before Juice commits and does something they’ll both regret.

    “Hey.” He says hoarsely, heart thumping. Juice pauses in his ministrations to look up at him. “You don’t- uh, you don’t have to do this. They’re gone.” He explains, gesturing vaguely out the window. Juice blushes.

    “I know.”

    “You kn-? Oh my god.” Tig groans as the grip on his cock tightens. It sends sparks rocketing up his spine like fireworks. He throws his head back against the headrest, unable to keep from bucking his hips into Juice’s hand. He opens his eyes just in time to see him lick his lips and spit on the head. Tig watches in awe as his cock slips past those pretty pink lips and into the wet, velvety warmth of Juice’s mouth, his head suddenly feeling full of cotton.

    He isn’t aware he’s pushing him down until Juice pats his thigh urgently. He releases him with a muttered ‘sorry’ , but Juice doesn’t pull away. He just bobs a little, breathing hard through his nose. Tig knows he’ll be jerking off to this image for weeks.

    Juice takes the last few inches bit by bit, swallowing as best he can around his length, using the tip of his tongue to tease the vein on the underside. He’s doing a damn good job of it, too - Tig’s always been proud to say that he’s by no means small or delicate, and especially not in the bedroom. Or, y'know... car.

    He massages Juice’s scalp, getting a hum in return. It vibrates through his cock as spit slides over his balls in little rivulets. Juice’s throat constricts around him, and Tig jumps as he feels the faintest brush of sharp teeth. Juice snorts, petting his hip reassuringly. He draws almost all the way up, showing off the slick mess he’s making. Tig can’t decide if he wants to come in Juice’s mouth or on his pretty, flushed face. He notices peripherally that his other hand has disappeared from Tig’s hip - probably to palm at his own crotch.

    He blinks innocently before dropping with the ease of a seasoned whore, tongue darting around the thick weight of his cock. Tig moans before he can stop himself, gripping Juice’s skull with both hands. Burning hot pleasure dances through him, and he can feel himself slipping. He doesn’t want to hurt the kid, but it’s been a long time since he’s had a blowjob this good and he’s starting to lose control.

    Juice bobs his head like he’s done this hundreds of times before, his fingers flexing on Tig’s thigh. He swallows every now and then, muscles tightening deliciously, and looks up at him from under his long, damp eyelashes. Tig’s breathing heavily and his face feels hot. The whole world has narrowed down to their car, to this moment, to Juice’s lips around his cock.

    “Baby…” he warns breathlessly. Juice pulls off with an obscene pop, panting. He nods, unshed tears glittering in his eyes, and takes a deep breath. Tig heaves a groan as he takes him all the way down to the hilt once more. He sucks hard and that’s it.

    Tig’s hips jerk of their own accord as he spills down that divine throat, holding him firmly in place with an iron grip. His vision whites out for a moment in ecstasy. Juice’s tongue works as he struggles to swallow everything. After a long few moments, as Tig’s balls finally empty, he manages to get his eyes open again.

    Juice is flushed and sweaty, his lips and chin a glistening mess of spit and come. Tear tracks shine on his cheeks but he looks proud of himself. Tig can’t help fucking into his pliant mouth once or twice, despite his small noise of protest, before gently easing him off and tucking himself back into his pants. Juice sits up, wiping his face on Tig’s shoulder. For a minute, they don’t say anything, but Tig’s never liked silence, so he breaks it the only way he knows how.

    “Might have to let Diosa have you, baby boy.” He grins. “You’d make us big bucks with that mouth.” Juice rolls his eyes.

    “Then you’d have to pay me.” He retorts, his voice scratchy and beautifully ruined. Tig raises an eyebrow.

    “You talking back?” He accuses, mock seriously.

    “I just sucked your dick for free. Yeah, I’m talking back.” Juice replies, settling into his seat. Tig laughs and turns the key in the ignition.

    “Alright, smartass. Let’s get going before Jax decides to crucify both of us for being late.”

[lovelyshawnn]

ill take care of you

Alpha!Y/N x Omega! Shawn

a/n: hey yall this is my first werewolf imagine so pls bare w me!! in all the werewolf! shawn imagines ive read, its always shawn thats the alpha so i thought id switch it up a bit lol *SMUT WARNING *

I rubbed my hands together, trying to conduct some heat within the palms of my hands. Even though I am a werewolf and that should mean I’m basically warm all the time, I still had a hard time defrosting my fingers in the middle of my living room. Shawn, who was the complete opposite of me, reached his warm hands out and rubbed them against mine, blowing some of his hot breath on to it while my fingers slowly regained feeling. This even colder than usual weather could only mean one thing: winter was approaching. And with winter approaching, that meant my heat was also approaching. As a female alpha, my heat would hit me 10x harder than average werewolf. Which is exactly why I called a pack meeting today at our usual spot in my living room. I quietly thanked Shawn before returning my attention to the rest of my pack.

“So,” I stated clearly as I stood in front of the group, “I’m sure you all know what this cold weather means.” Knowing looks were exchanged within the pack.

“That means I’m going to be at the cabin all next week. Brian, you’re going to be in charge while I’m gone.” The beta’s face instantly lit up at the sound of his name, a look of surprise and confusion plastered his face.

“Me? Doesn’t Shawn usually take your spot?” Brian questioned.

I cleared my throat and answered sternly, “Shawn is coming with me.”

A look of realisation flashed by his face, as his eyes travelled to his best friend who was standing there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. “Bro...nice!” Brian whispered his sexual innuendos to Shawn, giving him a fist bump and a pat on his back as the rest of the pack roared with laughter and clapping. I rolled my eyes at the sight. Everyone in the pack assumed Shawn would be the dominante one in the relationship considering he was about a foot taller than me and built purely from muscle. But little did they know, Shawn was always a whiney little mess when he was underneath my finger tips. And with an alpha’s heat in sync with her omega’s rut, there was no way he was going to last a week in that cabin with me.

“Yeah yeah, whatever Brian. Just try not to get anyone killed while I’m gone,” I said with an assertive but joking tone, “Pack meeting adjourned. We leave tomorrow and I still haven’t started packing.”

“Aye aye Captain!” Brian said with a sarcastic cheery attitude before leaving the house with the rest of the pack trailing behind him. I watched them through the window, making sure each one got into their cars safely before making my way up into my room with Shawn hot on my heels. His huge smile spread across his face as he pulled out my duffel bag from my closet before plopping himself on the bed and making himself comfy.

I eyed him suspiciously, “Why are you so excited to help me pack?”

“I’m glad you asked!” he perked up immediately before heading to my drawers. He opened one of the drawers before picking out a black lacy matching underwear and bra set, holding the delicate and dainty fabric between his hands. “I’m thinking you should bring these,” he replied with a devilish smirk and a wink that made me weak at the knees.

I laughed and rolled my eyes before snatching the fabric from his fingers, “You sure you can handle that, baby boy?”

His demeanor instantly changed as he heard the pet name that he adored hearing in bed. “Y-yes. Of course,” He nervously chuckled as I took a few steps closer to him, pressing my body against his. His throat felt dry all of a sudden as he stood with a clear view of my breasts in my v neck shirt.

“Oh, I don’t know, Shawn.... remember what happened the last time I wore this?” I said, biting my lip to hold back my smirk. Shawn’s face immediately blushed a bright red from the memory, his eyes instantly shutting close as he cringed.

“You almost came in me and got me pregnant with your pups, baby.” I said in a hushed tone as I trailed my fingers up and down his chest. I leaned closer to him, standing on my tippy toes to plant kisses all over his neck before whispering into his ear, “Only this time, I don’t think I want to stop you.”

Shawn’s eyes immediately widened, his hard on aching from the tight jeans he was wearing. In the few months that we’ve been dating, he had never experienced sex with me during my heat, and even though he mentally prepared himself to be able to handle the intesity, my last statement basically erased all of his hard work. His head immediately tilted back, mouth open in pleasure as I palmed him through his jeans. He was overwhelmed with my smell, even stronger than all those times before because of my heat approaching. He let out a quiet groan, grasping at my wrist as my hands worked faster. “Baby, I-“

Thats when I removed my hand completely, backing away from him and walking across the room to my closet before lifting up hanger with a black shirt on it. “So I was thinking of bringing this shirt to match with my jeans?”

He stood there gobsmacked, chest heaving as I clearly left him high and dry. He rolled his eyes, grabbing a nearby pillow and tossing it at my face playfully, “You’re such a goddamn tease. Pack the pink shirt instead, it matches better.”

I laughed at him trying to adjust the growing tent in his tight pants. “Me? A tease? Never.”

Shawn flopped back onto his bed and rolled his eyes playfully. “You’re gonna be the death of me, honey,”

I carefully folded the pink shirt Shawn was referring to before placing it into my duffle bag and making my way to him. I leaned over his body, giving him a quick peck on the nose, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you. Just wait one more night.”

Shawn nodded, completely understanding. It was too dangerous for you two to go at it right now, especially with my nosey ass neighbors who would definitely file noise complaints. Shawn was actually really excited to be spending the week with me at the cabin, which was far out and isolated in the woods. He’d been there a couple times but always with the pack, never alone with me. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he could finally take you wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted on every surface in the house. He had his thoughts especially on that white marble countertop in the cabin’s kitchen, wondering what I’d look like bent over it while he was making love to you. “You okay?” My sultry voice called out to Shawn, who looked zoned out and deep in thought.

“Never better,” Shawn replied, shaking his head to rid his dirty thoughts before helping me out with packing to distract himself from his growing erection.

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“Hey Bri!” I chirped, picking up the phonecall from my packmate and putting it on speakerphone as I drove.“Hey Y/N! Hows it going so far? Have you guys made it to the cabin yet?” Brian’s voice sounded from the phone.

“Yuup, just pulled up right now,” I replied with one hand on the steering wheel of my blacked out Jeep and one hand on the phone. Shawn was sitting on the passenger side, his hand resting on my thigh and rubbing circles on it with his thumb the whole ride here. To say I was excited was an understatement. His seemingly innocent actions were enough to get me hot and bothered, wanting him to inch his fingers up just a little higher. That was probably why I drove 20 mph over the speed limit to get to our destination faster.

“Great! You guys got everything you need? Food, clothes, protection?” Brian said through the phone. I instantly blushed, looking over to Shawn who surely heard the whole thing. He looked at me with wide eyes, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, fuck off, Bri,” I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me, “Tell the others we got here safe, okay?”

“Yup! Have fun, lovebirds,” He replied before ending the call. He was so going to get whats coming to him during the next pack training. By the time I ended the call, Shawn was already grabbing our things and heading inside the cabin. I followed him inside and immediately made a beeline to the kitchen to look for some snacks.

I heard the loud thumps of Shawn’s footsteps before seeing his body emerge from the hallway. “Babe?”

I looked up from the bag of chips I was currently devouring, “yeah?”

Shawn walked towards me until he was right in front of me, placing one of his hands on my waist while the other flew to the back of his neck, rubbing nervously. “I... sort of, uhm, forgot the condoms?” he said.

I chuckled at how he looked so cute when he was nervous. “Thats okay,” I said while looking at him through my lashes, “We don’t need it.”

“You know I like feeling all of you inside me,” I said, fingers sliding beneath his sweatpants and briefs before palming him in my hand. His breath hitched and I instantly heard his heart beat pick up, pounding in my ears. His smell was always so damn intoxicated when he was aroused, a strong mix of musk.

“Fuck, please,” he whined while throwing his head back in pleasure, his hips lightly thrusting against my hand. “What do you want, baby boy? Use your words,” I said with a slight smirk before I attached my lips to his neck, sucking soft bruises that would heal quickly anyways.

“I want your mouth, please,” He panted. I gave his lips one last peck before I turned his body so that his backside was leaning against the counter. I dropped down to my knees, taking off both his briefs and sweats in one swift motion before circling my tongue around his tip.

At the feeling of that, he immediately let out a moan and threw his head back again, fingers immediately finding the back of my head. I pushed his hand away, “Touch me and I’ll stop.”

Shawn lightly pouted, but didn’t want this feeling to ever stop, so he gripped the edge of the counter behind him until his knuckles turned white. I licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip before circling it one last time and finally taking him into my mouth. I bobbed my head slowly, making sure to not to give him too much too soon.

He whimpered as he desperately tried to stop himself from grabbing my hair to pick up the pace. His thighs tensed under my fingertips as he held himself back from thrusting into my mouth. I smiled, lips still wrapped around him. “Good boy,” I praised him, knowing how much he enjoyed that, before sinking my mouth onto him and taking every inch until it hit the back of my throat.

He let out an animalistic growl, eyes starting to shine a golden brown as he couldn’t control how good it felt. Watching how his chest rose while his cheeks became a bright shade of pink, I moaned with his dick still in my mouth, sending vibrations through him. I released him with a pop before standing up on my feet again when Shawn instantly grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, kissing me passionately before turning me over and bending me across the counter.

He lifted my skirt and pushed my panties to the side before trailing his finger up and down my slit, gathering the wetness before pushing his digit inside. He pumped in and out a couple times, moans tumbling out of my mouth. He withdrew his fingers and rubbed the wetness all over his dick before sliding in his cock effortless. He hissed at the feeling of my tight pussy around him. “Mm, you feel so good baby,” I moaned out.

My praise only egged him on more, his thrusts quickening. My fingers found my bundle of nerves, bringing me closer to my orgasm. “Shawn, I’m gonna-“

At the sound of my voice, Shawn quickly pulled out, leaving me high and dry. I growled at the loss of contact, eyes flashing red momentarily at him. “I’ll take care of you,” Shawn let out quickly before I could get any angrier, “Ride me. Please”

The sound of his whimper made me smirk, making me instantly hop off the counter and taking his hand before dragging him to the bedroom. Pushing him onto the bed, back against the headboard, I made my way up and sat myself on his lap, lowering myself onto his cock. I gasped at his girth, one hand flying to his hair with a firm grip and the other scratching down his chest. Shawn moaned at the heavenly feeling of my claws dragging down his skin.

I began kissing on his neck, sucking harsher than I could control. But Shawn wasn’t complaining. He obviously loved the extra attention on him, which was evident in the way he was a total mess under my touch. There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach, an urge to sink his teeth into my neck. He sucked and nipped at my neck, leaving behind a hickey so deep that not even my werewolf healing abilities could fix. At the feeling of his harsh teeth breaking my delicate skin, I felt a feeling of white hot pain for a split second, before my body flooded with electricity. The pleasure was almost too much for me to bare. “Honey...,” He trailed off as he threw his head back. I understood the cue, rocking my hips harder as I felt my own orgasm coming on.

I felt myself tightening around him as he reached out to me, fingers rubbing my clit in tight circles. “Give me your cum, baby,” I whispered into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. Shawn’s thrusts faltered, eyes wide as he took in what I just said. He couldn’t tell if it was what I really wanted or if it was just my heat talking, but he seemed to lose all self control as he locked eyes with me. “Fuck!” Shawn yelled, reaching his orgasm just as I reached mine, his hot load squirting in me.

We sat there post-high, chests heaving as we came down from our orgasms. “Did I...” Shawn asked, eyes hooded and barely open in his state of exhaust.

“Mark me?” I finished, reaching up to trail my fingers on the pink bite mark on my neck, “Guess so.”

He instantly grinned, smile taking up his whole face ad he pulled me into his chest and engulfing me into a hug. I giggled at his goofiness, noticing how our heart beats were completely in sync. “You’re mine now,” he whispered as he peppered kisses on the little scar where my neck met my shoulder.

“I’ve always been yours, babe.”

[spaceskam]

prompt from anon: I noticed this posted on another blog, not sure if you’re taking requests. But Vlamis posting a picture packing a blunt also made me think of sleepy and lazy Malex sex after smoking together. Even Forrest and Alex? Feel like Forrest would be all aboard the pot train. Just makes me feel like a lazy early summer evening when it’s still kinda cool out and smoking just feels that much better. 

ao3

Michael Guerin had spent a lot of time reminding himself of Alex Manes’ beauty. And, yet, nothing he could picture in his mind compared to the real thing.

Alex had turned up at his door, still in his fatigues and his eyes quietly pleading for assistance in getting out of them. Every time he showed up, he was always itching to shed them and, with his hair buzzed all short, Michael always had to assume he wanted a moment to be himself. Who was Michael if not a master at giving him what he wanted?

Like any other time, Michael pulled the 24-year-old into his trailer, silently undoing his uniform jacket. The first time he’d done this had required a lot of assistance--these things were ridiculously complicated and layered--but now he’d gotten it to a science. As an act of sheer defiance, he threw it on the ground and threw his hat right after it. Alex looked at it for a moment, conflicted on whether he should let it go on or if he should fold it nice and neat. Michael stole his attention by pressing a kiss to his lips and undoing his belt.

Michael stripped him bare, including his underwear and socks, and it should’ve been weird. If it were him and he was standing naked in front of someone that wasn’t Alex who was fully clothed, he’d probably feel so vulnerable that it’d hurt. But Alex was just leaning into him for comfort, not giving a damn what he looked like because he knew Michael didn’t mind. Which, in itself, was an understatement.

“Not sure if I believe in a big man upstairs, but, if he's here, he took a lot of time makin' you perfect," Michael told him, smiling as Alex huffed a tired laugh against his neck.

Michael let his fingertips slide over the ridges of Alex's military-primed body and over his slim waist waist and his hips and the curve of his ass, a silent praise of every inch that made up Alex Manes. He shivered slightly in his grasp and Michael pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder before peeling off him.

He moved to his makeshift closet and pulled out a shirt, boxers, sweats, and socks for Alex. They were what Alex always wore whenever he came down. Michael redressed him slowly, pressing kisses wherever he could because he knew Alex liked it. He'd learned quick that he would do whatever Alex liked.

Once he was fully dressed, Alex fell heavily on him and Michael wrapped him up in his arms. He breathed him in and kissed his jaw before just nuzzling close, swaying slighty. He could never get enough.

"You're tense," Michael murmured as he rubbed over his shoulders, "When's your next drug test, Private?"

"Guerin," Alex sighed lightly. They fell silent for a moment, nothing but their breathing. Michael didn't prod, but he also knew him. Anything that put him in a position that he couldnt escape quickly made him antsy. Getting high meant he was stuck with Michael until that wore off.

But, as much as his military brain told him not to put himself in a compromising position with another man, Alex Manes wanted nothing more than to be in compromising positions with him.

"I just took mine for the year last month and I'm home for a month," Alex told him, leaning back a little. He put a hand on Michael's cheek, his thumb grazing over his bottom lip. His eyes focused in on his mouth for a few moments before he sleepily dragged himself out of it. "What'd you have in mind?"

A few minutes later, they were in the front seat of Michael's truck and heading out into their spot in the desert. Alex, softened from a long plane ride and months of "special training, can't talk about it", cuddled up into his side. He always only did that on his first night back, always giving himself that little window of being young and attached again. Michael savored it.

He put his truck in park as he got to their spot and cut the engine. Alex didn't give him a chance to move before he grabbed his chin, bringing his face his direction before giving him a soft kiss. One kiss dragged to the next dragged to the next, every movement slow and lethargic and sucking Michael of every last fucking brain cell. He didn't know how to explain how much he'd missed him.

Alex's hand wandered lower as his tongue teased against lips, distracting Michael just enough to steal the joint from his pocket before sliding out of the passenger door. He left Michael hanging mid-kiss which instigated a soft laugh. Michael licked his lips, still tasting Alex on them before he slid out of the driver's side and followed Alex into the bed. He'd already undone a sleeping bag, making himself comfortable inside. Michael eyed him as he sat beside him, grabbing a blanket to drape over him.

"Lighter?" Alex asked. Michael slid closer, grabbing a lighter out of his pocket. Alex leaned close and let him light the joint for him. Michael watched in sort of a trance as Alex breathed in, his eyes closing and he leaned back.

He slowly pulled it out of his mouth and blew out a puff of smoke. Michael leaned in, inhaling it secondhand. Alex peeked his eyes open and smiled. God, he was gorgeous, what the fuck.

Alex took another drag, this time holding it and reaching out with his bare hand to grab the back of Michael's head. He pulled him close and breathed the smoke directly into his mouth, lips so close to touching and all. Michael shut his eyes as he breathed in. They sat there close for a moment before they slightly shifted their position into kiss. It was just as slow as Michael’s mind felt and only ended when Alex nudged him back slightly and held out the joint.

They passed it back and forth, still staying close. There was something so undeniably sexy about him dressed head to toe in Michael’s clothes and cuddling into them. Part of him wanted to rip them off him so he could feel his skin, but another part wanted him to stay just like that forever.

Slowly, as they came to a stopping point, they let the high slowly sink into their system. Alex seemed a little more effected, a little more smiley, a little more amused by the sky, a little more willing to curl tug on Michael’s curls just to watch them spring back into place.

“Hmm, you were right,” Alex said, “I think I needed this.”

“Yeah, I think you did too,” Michael chuckled. He was still as close as he could get, that stupid sleeping bag the main thing separating them. He raked his hand through Alex’s short hair and got lost in the way he almost giggled.

“I like you so much,” he said. Michael grinned, his hand sliding to cup the side of his neck. Alex sighed heavily, leaning into it. “Why are you so far away?”

“Me far away? You’re the one traveling to fight wars in the Middle East,” Michael pointed out. Alex laughed a little more and shrugged.

“Yeah, but you are so far when I’m there,” Alex pointed out.

“But I’m always here when you come home, that’s gotta count for somethin’,” Michael laughed right back. Alex smiled all wide.

“Yeah,” he said, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, “Yeah, it counts.”

They stared at each other for a little before meeting in another kiss. There had to be something poetic about kissing under the stars in the desert. Michael hadn’t quite found the poem yet, but he knew it had to exist. Maybe he needed to write himself. But even he couldn’t find the words to do Alex justice, so maybe not.

Maybe this moment alone could stand as their poem. Would his 10th grade English teacher accept that?

“Why are you laughing while you’re kissing me? What’s funny about kissing me?” Alex asked. Michael scrunched up his nose, noticing that he was laughing before he tilted to kiss his cheek.

“Just thinkin’ about something funny,” Michael said. Alex gave an over exaggerated pout that.

“Think about me,” Alex demanded. Michael wanted to get him high more.

“Well, that’s the world’s easiest request.”

“Can I give a harder request?” Alex asked. Michael raised an amused eyebrow, already ready to laugh before Alex asked. “Get in here with me.”

“It’s a one person sleeping bag.”

“Oh, what a shame it’ll be to be pressed so close to you that you’re all I can feel, I’m so--”

They were both silenced by laughter as Michael started trying to climb into sleeping bag. It took a little maneuvering, a lot of laughing, and the perfect amount of pressing together. Alex wrapped his arms around his neck and interlocked their legs. Eventually, they settled in comfortably and laughter subsided.

“Hi,” Alex whispered. Michael smiled again and bumped his nose into Alex’s.

“Hi.”

Alex pulled him into a kiss easily, everything just as slow as it’d been all night. Michael would never admit it, perhaps because he could never find the words, but he liked when Alex went all slow. It made it feel like they weren’t racing against the clock to be with each other, there was no rush. It was just them, both in Michael’s secondhand, soft clothes. There was no reason to pretend the had a time limit. Michael knew they didn’t. Yes, Alex would leave, but he would come back. One day, he would stay. It was okay. No time limit on them, just a time limit on him being gone.

“Sometimes... Sometimes when I’m out in the desert, the other desert,” Alex said against his lips suddenly, voice soft like he was telling a secret, “I can only think of you. And sometimes, when we get high, I’m so scared that when it wears off, it’s all gonna be gone. You’re gonna be gone. I’m in the wrong desert.”

Michael swallowed harshly, the giggly mood gone for good. He slid his hand up Alex’s side, hoping to make him realize that he was real. He was here. He was going nowhere.

“I’m not gonna be gone,” Michael promised him.

“I know,” Alex whispered, “But...”

“No. You’re in the right desert. I can prove it to you,” Michael insisted.

“How?” Alex asked.

Michael thought about it. How could he prove it? Part of him considered digging behind the seat in his truck to see if he could find his microscope, but he figured Alex wouldn’t know what a slide of the Middle Eastern desert looked like in comparison. Instead, he rolled slightly so Alex was on his back and Michael hung over him.

“We’ll wait it out,” he said, “And it’ll all be real.”

“Okay,” Alex agreed, pulling him into another kiss.

They just kissed for awhile, the sleeping bag too tight to really allow them to do anything more than half-assed dry humping and groping. Honestly, neither of them seemed to mind. It brought back memories from back during the summer after high school where they had Alex’s 15 minute break to hook up in the bathroom of the UFO Emporium but were too scared to risk anything more.

But tonight it was just easy. He was at peace and Alex seemed to be more sure that Michael was indeed right there with every passing second. He didn’t want to leave.

Eventually though, as it stared getting closer to 3 in the morning, they slowly decided they should go back to the airstream. It took them longer than they’d ever repeat to get out of that damn sleeping bag.

On the ride back, Alex was curled against him again, this time humming along to the radio and telling him impulsive stories about that super classified shit he was doing that he really shouldn’t be sharing. Michael knew he’d kept bigger secrets, so it wasn’t too big a deal.

“So, you’re gonna become, like, an officer?” Michael asked as they pulled up to the airstream. Alex nodded.

“Yeah, the plan is to eventually outrank my dad and then laugh at him,” Alex said. Michael snorted.

“I believe in you.”

They fell into bed and Alex felt right beside him. He seemed to snuggle up so close that there was no chance of him picking up and leaving before the morning came. Of course, Michael had thought that before.

Still, he smiled as he wrapped Alex up in his arms and he gave that sweet little pleased hum. Alex pressed his face against his neck, huddling close.

“I like being so close to you,” Alex said. Michael smiled.

“I like being close to you too.”

Michael couldn’t wait until the future when he never had to be far away.

(ps if you enjoyed any of this at all, go read @prouvaireafterdark ‘s slightly sillier, slight smuttier fic with a similar premise)

[justjessame]

Babysitting Butcher Chapter 10

Billy wasted no time in kicking up the dust that those slacking valets or the grounds man of the club didn’t sweep away, and I sat back in the seat with a satisfied smile. Taking a few moments to just relax and revel in being out of that mess, I finally asked what the issue was with work. He laughed, and I stared at him in confusion.

“Nothing.” I raised an eyebrow. “Shooting you would have been a mite much, but rescuing you as soon as you got ‘bought’ that was doable.” I asked him how he knew when the bidding on me had stopped and his smile grew. “Paid one of the waiters off, he gave me a call, and here I am.”

“Thank you,” I sighed, truly relaxing now. No emergency, away from the club, I felt all my tension flow out. “I can go home, order pizza, and watch mindless television or a movie.” He chuckled again.

“Your tastes run pretty tame compared to that group you just left.” I smiled and nodded, knowing he could see me out of the corner of his eye. “Gonna give me directions to your house?”

I showed him the way, and we got there sooner than I’d expected when my night had begun. Feeling free and happy, I invited him to join me in my pizza at least.

“Sure you don’t wanna be alone?” He was in my driveway, the headlights illuminating my garage doors, the porch light casting its own glow at my door. I shook my head. “Talked me into it.”

I felt slightly self conscious when I realized that the dress I was wearing was far tighter than the pants and skirts I wore to work, and the slit, fuck’s sake that slit. Pushing away the reality that at some point as I climbed the steps to the front porch, Billy’s eyes would be on my ass, I managed to unlock the door and step back to invite him inside.

Flipping on more lights as we moved further inside my house, I knew he was surveying his surroundings. “Your house is,” I turned to see him smiling. “Very you.”

My grin was bright, I knew it had to be, because it was the exact opposite my parents had thought. He was right, my house was cozy and inviting. It looked nothing like the ice museum I was raised in, and it was far more humble than my mother and father expected for me. “Take a seat,” I motioned toward the living room. “Or grab a drink from the kitchen first,” he could see it through the open doorway leading from the dining room. “I need to change.”

“You mean you don’t just lay about in that?” His eyes roamed my entire form, from the hair to the toes, lingering on the light dancing off the glitter in my polish. “Shame.”

 Shaking my head and rolling my eyes, I started for my bedroom. “Get a damn drink, Butcher. I’ll be back in a minute.” His laughter followed me down the hall and I had to stop my hips from swaying because I knew he was watching me go.

 Hair down, comfortable pajamas on, I was laughing at the show Billy had picked on Netflix as we ate our pizza slices. He’d shucked his jacket, kicked off his boots, and was drinking one of the beers left over from the last guy I dated. Our eyes met in the flickering light of the television and I swallowed hard.

“You didn’t have to come fetch me,” I told him as I gathered up the garbage before another movie could start. “Not that I’m not grateful, but I’m sure you had better things to do on a Saturday night than play knight to my damsel.”

He grabbed the napkins and the bottles he’d emptied. “You distracted me, Ronnie, when I needed it most, least I could do was-”

I turned around from where I was tossing the plates in the sink and found him closer than I expected. “Quid pro quo?” His eyes landed on my lips and I felt a rush of something that I knew I needed to fight down. “Guess we’re even then.”

He shook his head, tossing the bottles into the recycling bin. “Not even close,” he muttered, closing the distance and tipping my head back with his finger under my chin, and then his mouth was on mine and I felt the breath leave my lungs.

His mouth tasted like Italian spices, tomatoes, and a hint of hops. My fingers were tangled in his hair, holding his face to mine as his hands roamed down my back and pulled me tight against his body. Someone was moaning, and it could have been me, but it could have been him too. Hell, it could have been both of us, since it sounded loud enough to be in stereo. He pulled his face back slightly, and my eyes opened to see him studying me.

“Wanted to do that for fucking weeks now.” I felt his fingers teasing the hem of my shirt, the heat of his hands feeling like they were already under the fabric. “Tastes better when it’s not-”

“A means to an end?” I breathed, a slight tilt of his head told me I’d nailed it. “What’s this?”

“Fucking need,” he answered, taking my mouth with his again. He lifted me into his arms, and I felt him walking away from the kitchen.

I’d left the light on in my bedroom, one of the bedside lamps anyway, and so I knew vaguely that he’d taken me there when we arrived in the dimness. He set me on my feet, and our mouths parted, giving me time to confirm my suspicions. “That dress you had on,” his fingers were sliding under my shirt now, and I was unbuttoning his shirt. “One day soon, I wanna touch you in it.” A twist of lust hit me hard and fast. He pulled my shirt over my head and exhaled when he saw the lace bra I’d been forced to wear after inviting him to join me for movie night. “Maybe this will fucking do.” The pads of his fingers teased the swell of my breast above the lace covering my nipples and my knees started to buckle. “Steady.” I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he had to move his hands so it could drop to the floor. My fingers went to his pants, foreplay could resume when he was naked. And maybe I’d be naked too, we’d see. “In a hurry, Veronica?” Shit, there it was again. His fingers slid into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and yanked them down so they fell to my ankles. Kicking them off as I unzipped the pants that I’d already unbuttoned, I copied him, letting his pants fall to his feet.

I bit my lip, staring at a body that my imagination didn’t do justice at creating in my dreams. I touched his shoulders, letting my fingertips slide down his skin, thinking that he was soft and hard at the same time. And Billy let me play, let me explore, uninterrupted and undistracted.

When my fingers touched the top of his underwear he sucked in a breath and I looked up into his eyes. “Tell me what you want, Billy.” And he did one better, he showed me.

His mouth met mine, and his fingers were unsnapping my bra and he didn’t release me to pull it off. Then came my panties, then his final article of clothing joined the litter of clothes decorating my floor. Lifting me into his arms, my legs wrapped around him as naturally as anything, he walked forward and I was expecting my back to meet my bed, but instead it met the wall next to my closet.

Foreplay wasn’t needed, we were both revved up past the point of wanting to wait, and he didn’t even need his hands to line himself up with my opening. His sliding into me forced our mouths to part, a groan released from him and a gasp from me. Dear God, how the holy fuck did he-

My eyes met his and my nails bit into his shoulders as he moved, taking the chance that we could handle it since I think we both had doubts. And if his penetration made me gasp, then his first thrust nearly made me scream. Fuck. He went slower than a wall fuck would make someone assume, but dear lord, it felt amazing. The only time our eyes left one another’s was when the urge to taste one another took over, but like magnets our eyes would lock again and again.

After coaxing several leg shaking climaxes from me, he turned and my back finally met the cloud that created my mattress, and that’s when Billy Butcher went the opposite route from the wall. Hard, fast, and making me have a rush of fear that the bed would collapse from the way we were coming together, it felt like we were locked together for days. Roaring as I screamed through a final orgasm, Billy finally joined me and collapsed on top of me as the raging in my blood seemed to pound harder.

His face was buried against my neck, panting but with a smile that I felt curling against my skin, I shook my head at what led to this moment. We hadn’t touched since that one distracting moment in my office, weeks of flirting and laughing and now? This. Whatever the fuck this was.

“Should I go?” He was breathing in the scent of my skin, and his words tickled against me. “Only if you want to.” I whispered, and his smile grew. “I think we should probably pull down the blankets though,” his laugh forced me to join in. He’d taken me sideways on my bed, the pillows nowhere near us, but he managed to maneuver us until we were where we needed to be. As he tucked us in, I thought he’d take one side and I’d go to the other, but he surprised me again, pulling me into his body to spoon my back, sharing a pillow.

“Night, Veronica.” His voice was quiet, and I could hear the contentment lying in the tone. I turned off the lamp, ignoring the fact that the rest of the house was fully ablaze with lights we didn’t turn off, not wanting to leave the warmth of him.

“Night, Billy.” I answered, feeling his arm tighten around my stomach and his mouth press against the base of my neck.

[xaphrin]

I smooshed these prompts together. I hope it is okay. I’m such a sucker for hot and heavy nonsense that leads to tender moments. 

- - - 

Even the blissfully bitter sounds of Rob Zombie couldn’t break this mood. 

Jason yanked the scull mask off his head, suddenly feeling like he was suffocating underneath it. He slammed his fist into the brick wall behind him, glaring into the darkness. A delightful sensation of pain splintered up the length of his arm, and for three whole seconds he managed to do nothing but focus on the pain. For three whole seconds, he could forget about what happened, but then the pain ebbed and it all came crashing back to the forefront of his mind. 

A mark gone disastrously bad. He’d nearly gotten himself killed, and worse, Bruce now knew he was alive. Fuck. 

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

FUCK.

Jason sunk down on his haunches, staring out into the jagged lines of the city. He ripped out his earbuds, ending the growling noise of Dragula, and stood there, letting the sounds of the city consume him for a few minutes. He felt like he wanted to disappear and never exist again. His head fell into his hands and he let go of a sound that seemed to rattle every bone in his body. How in the world had this managed to go so horribly wrong? It was a standard mark, something stupid and easy, and yet...

And yet he’d royally fucked up. There was no coming back from this one. Jason ran his fingers through his hair and stood up, stepping closer to the edge of the roof. He could disappear if he wanted to, drop everything and leave. It would be easy to fade into nothing again, and Bruce wouldn’t be able to find him a third time. Jason could drop his name and run to another city, maybe another country. Maybe an island location this time. He could use the sun and sand after the dirt and grit of Gotham and Jump. 

“You’re thinking so loud.”

Jason’s back stiffened, and his breath came out in one, short burst as something akin to comfort slid over his skin. He closed his eyes as let himself take a few seconds to soak up the feeling of her presence, reminding him that there was one really damn good reason not to leave… 

“You’ve been prowling along this roof for an hour you know.” He heard her come up behind him, her steps almost silent on the tar-and-pebble roof. She pressed a hand to his back, avoiding a tender wound almost as if she knew it was there. “Even from three floors below, I can feel how tense you are-”

Jason’s shoulders tightened in shame. Right. Empath. He closed his eyes as he felt her step closer, invading his space so easily. 

“-what’s got you all twisted up?” Her hand slid to his waist, her magic pulling pain out of another wound there. Jason felt a low groan escape, and he leaned into her touch. She was making him feel like maybe there was hope for him after all - that maybe he didn’t need to run. Raven stepped closer, and he smelled the scent of her shampoo and soft, supple leather. “Jason?”

Jason turned to look at her, and-

“Fuck.”

Her lips pulled back in a teasing smile. “I wondered how long it was going to take you to notice. I hope you don’t mind.”

Jason ground his teeth together, taking in the sight of her. It felt like miles of pale skin, stretched out for him and him alone. Raven had always been petite, a little sturdy in the shoulders and hips, but still somehow delicate. But now, looking at her dressed in nothing more than his leather jacket and a scrap of lace that barely passed as underwear, she looked like a temptation from the underworld itself. He felt his blood boil under his skin, practically vibrating. 

Raven opened her mouth, presumably to say something snarky, but whatever was on her lips died as Jason pressed his lips against hers. His mind had always been a mess, filled with confusing thoughts and short-circuited ideas, remnants of anger and horrors left over from his dip The Pit, but the one constant - the one thing he knew he could count on without fail - was Raven. She made him feel like that even this world was messy, and even though he felt like he was breaking apart, he could hold himself together as long as she was by his side. 

Jason pulled away, gasping as he backed her up against the wall. “Here.”

She lifted an eyebrow, but didn’t back down. If he pushed at her, she pushed right back. She moved to slide the jacket off her shoulders, but he stopped her with a touch of his hand. 

“That stays. These, however…” Jason dug his fingers into the flimsy lace circling her hips and pulled, hearing the familiar sound of fabric ripping. He smirked and lifted the scrap of red up to her face before letting them drop onto the roof below them. “...have to go.”

Raven wrapped her arms around his shoulders and lifted herself up onto her toes, staring into his eyes. Her fingers curled into the dark strands of hair at the base of his neck and she leaned closer to him, so that he could feel the heat of her magic just underneath the surface. Jason stilled as she pressed the length of herself against him, it felt less like she was trying to turn him on, and more like she was giving herself to him. 

“I’m giving myself to you, Jason. Whatever you need… take it from me.”

Her words held an odd kind of weight, like she was somehow giving him permission to feel something he wasn’t sure if he was ready to feel yet. His own mind stumbled, but Raven captured his lips in another searing kiss, flooding his senses with her. He closed his eyes and felt himself falling deeper and deeper into her darkness, letting everything but her disappear. Her magic slipped down the length of his spine, and Jason felt his whole body react. Heat poured into his body and he heard himself growled. 

He lifted her up and slammed her against the wall, hearing her breath escape in one, rough gasp. Her eyes were wide, wild, and inviting, and Jason knew that he wanted to lose himself inside her. His hands hooked under her thighs and he freed his cock from his pants, not even bothering to undress any other part of him. He couldn’t wait any longer, not when she was like this - wearing his things and offering herself up like a sacrifice. He only knew he wanted to be closer to her, as close as he could get just so he could wash away the confusion inside himself. When he was with Raven he felt… safe. He felt more like himself than he did with anyone else.

Raven let go of a deep, grumpling moan as he entered her, her fingers pulling on his hair. She was wet, and had probably been playing with herself while he was gone. The thought of her in his favorite leather jacket, laying on his bed and fingering herself nearly made him come right then. If that was going to be a continuing thing, he should probably set up cameras, and knowing Raven, she’d definitely put on a show. 

“Stop thinking about me mastrubating, and actually get to fucking me, Jason.” She pitched forward and caught his earlobe between her teeth, pulling hard. The pain went straight to his cock and he felt her tongue trace the red mark she had made. “If you want to be a voyeur, we’ll talk about it later. But right now, your girlfriend is very, very ready to come.”

Fuck. 

He didn’t have to be told twice. Jason pinned her tight against the wall, and let his mind go gloriously blank as he fucked her hard and fast, angling his hips just the way she liked it. Her cries kept him pinned to this plane of existence, and he watched as Raven wore every emotion on her face, letting him consume her. He felt lost in her body, lost in the sensation, and it felt good to just be lost. It wasn’t until he came down from his high, and they were both gasping at the thick, cold air of the city in autumn, that Jason realized with stunning clarity how broken he felt. 

Raven lifted her head to look at him, pushing a few damp locks of hair out of his eyes. Her fingers trailed along the curve of his jaw, her thumb brushing against the swell of his lower lip. She didn’t push him farther than that, only watched him for a long moment before she shakily untabled herself from him, and tried to stand on her feet. Jason smirked as she stumbled, but looked away when she started cursing under her breath. Maybe it was best if he didn’t tease her. 

With a flick of her hand, she opened a portal into his apartment. “Let’s go inside.” She motioned for him to follow. 

When they were both in the warmth of his apartment, Raven pulled the jacket from his shoulders and went to the drawer she kept in his room, pulling out a pair of soft cotton underwear before crawling into one of his sweatshirts. She padded softly to the living room and sat next to him on the sofa, letting a strange sort of tense silence settle over them again. 

“So… let’s talk.” 

His face fell, and he tilted his head to rest on the back of the sofa. He didn’t want to talk, not about what happened at least. “Can we get back to fucking? I’m good at that.”

“I won’t argue with that.” She hummed under her breath and turned back to him, the playful smirk on her lips disappearing. Her eyes seemed to easily pierce through the barriers he had created, as if she was stripping him of all of his armor and leaving him bare for her. “But I think you should at least talk to me about what happened tonight. You’ve got more wounds than normal, and something… something happened, didn’t it?”

“Bruce saw me tonight.” It hurt just to say it, and Jason winced, looking away. “Not Red X, but… me. Jason. I thought maybe it would be different, but he just stood there and stared at me like I was some kind of freak. Like I was something that didn’t exist. An abomination.”

“Jason, he buried you.” Raven cupped his cheek and forced him to look into her eyes. She didn’t judge him, only tried to help him understand. “He loves you. You were his son, and he watched you die. Watched your casket go into the earth. Of course he was upset and confused, just like you are right now. He probably hasn’t forgiven himself, and maybe he never will. And now a ghost has come back into his life and he hurts. He hurts the way you do.” She paused. “Your emotions are valid, and they are complicated because this whole situation is complicated. It’s okay to feel upset and angry, but don’t let it consume you.” 

Jason closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. “I want to hate him. I want to hate him for everything - for not killing the Joker, for letting him go free, for…” For what? Jason wanted to be mad because Bruce didn’t avenge him? It wasn’t Bruce’s style, and Jason wanted to fault him for that, but he couldn’t. 

“Don’t hold onto that anger forever, Jason. It doesn’t do you any good. It doesn’t fix what happened, and it doesn’t make you feel better. It doesn’t do anything but hold you back from healing.” 

She pulled him closer to her, and they tipped lengthwise onto the sofa. Jason felt his chest tighten as if he was fighting back a surge of tears he’d stifled for years. Raven wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him tight against her as he buried his face into her chest. Her arms were warm, and she somehow felt bigger than she ever had before, holding him close as he tried to desperately sort through his feelings. He was confused and shattered in ways that made him feel irreparable, but Raven didn’t turn away. Not from him. And he shouldn’t turn away either.  

“I’m tired.” Saying it made it feel like the world was resting on his shoulders. He was tired of fighting, tired of feeling, tired of being angry, and tired of running away from everything in his past. He was just so… so damn tired. 

“I know you are.” Raven kissed the top of his head and pulled him even closer. “For right now, let’s just lay here. Let’s just stay here and be tired for a little bit longer.”

Jason let go of a soft sigh and nodded, his fingers tightening into the soft cotton of the sweater on her body. He was safe here, in the sanctuary of her arms. 

[hermannsthumb]

If your'e still taking prompts the one from the halloween list: "we’re secret friends with benefits and you accidentally wore my shirt to to the party so you’re pretending you came as me and it turns out your impression of me is on point and you know me better than you know myself are you sure you’re not in love with me??" seems like such a good newmann one. love your writing :)

from list of halloween prompts here

this one is literally so fucking good for them. god. GOD. theres like the tiniest bit alluded to not sfw in the beginning (after the making out) but after that its fair game

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“Ngh,” Newt says. “Keep doing that.”

“Hmm?” Hermann says. He drags his mouth up from Newt’s collarbone, eyes dark, pupils wide, mouth curled into a lazy smile. Almost coquettish.

Newt blinks down at him blearily. And with a little poorly-concealed irritation. “I said keep doing that,” he says. “Not stop doing that.” He gives Hermann’s head a nudge. A tiny gentle one. He’s eager, he can’t help it; Hermann always gets him all eager and hot and bothered. He doesn’t think he’ll mind. “C’mon, baby, c’mon--”

It’s a mistake. Hermann minds: his demeanor changes in an instant, like Newt flipped a light switch that was clearly labeled with a do not touch! in masking tape and Sharpie. (Shit, Newt thinks.) “Don’t,” Hermann snaps, and swats at Newt. “You know I can’t stand it when you pull--”

“I’m not pulling your hair!” Newt says. He drops his hand away and holds it high above his own head just to make his point. “I swear. I was just trying--”

Hermann rolls off of him and onto his back, huffing, arms folding across his bare chest. Lacking any better ideas, Newt follows him. “Aw, Hermann,” he says, “don’t be like that.” He presses kisses to Hermann’s jaw, his chin, the corner of his mouth. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to--”

“Unhand me at once,” Hermann mumbles. Newt kisses his cheeks, his mouth. Hermann kisses back. His hand slides up to cup the back of Newt’s neck. “Wretched little man,” he continues to mumble. “Ah.”

“There we go, Hermann,” Newt says, grinning against his lips, and adds, sarcastically (because it always makes Hermann laugh), with a little nip of teeth, “There’s my Hermy-wermy.”

Hermann makes a face. “You know I can’t stand that either.”

“Really?” Newt murmurs. He tiptoes his hand down Hermann’s chest, down to the waistband of his ugly slacks, the open zipper; his grin spreads wider. “Because I think,” he starts to tug Hermann’s slacks down, “your hermy-wermy would say otherw--”

There’s a knock at the door.

Mood ruined, and all of Newt’s hard work getting Hermann game to go again ruined, too, Newt slides his hand back to safe territory and lets out a colorful stream of profanity. Hermann wrinkles his nose beneath him. Whatever, he curses just as much as Newt. “Fuck,” Newt finishes. “Who the hell is that?”

Hermann pushes him off and sits up with a grunt. “We’ve probably got a damned laboratory meeting we forgot about,” he says, “because someone couldn’t keep it in his Hot Topic skinny jeans long enough to wait until we clocked out for the night.”

“They’re not from Hot Topic,” Newt says. He pauses. “How do you even know what Hot Topic is, anyway?”

“I’ve seen the label on them,” Hermann says. There’s another knock. Hermann sighs, and makes to slip out of bed. “If you won’t get it, Newton, I will.”

Newt drags him back down quickly. “What are you doing?” he hisses. “Get back here! You are not answering my door looking like--” He plucks at the elastic of Hermann’s tighty-whiteys peeking out, pokes at the hickey purpling on his neck. “--this. Or at all, actually, how suspicious would that look? This is my bedroom.”

“We’re colleagues,” Hermann says with a sniff. “It’s perfectly natural for us to--er--consort. Outside of work. For all they know we’re talking about work.”

“In our underwear?” Newt says, and points out, “It’s not really natural for colleagues to screw each other as much as we do.”

Hermann flushes. “No one would be able to tell--”

To be completely honest, Newt really, really doesn’t care whether or not people know he and Hermann are--uh--rivals with benefits, but Hermann is always so weird about privacy, and Newt supposes it’s a little bit of a cliche to sleep with a co-worker, so he takes one for the team. “Jesus, Hermann, I’ll get the door,” he says. He swings his legs to the floor and does his jeans back up, then grabs the first shirt he can find and pulls that on too. “Just sit there and look pretty.”

Newt learns two things in the course of squeezing his head out the door and talking to a mildly intoxicated LOCCENT worker: one, that the guy was sent by Tendo to remind them about the super awesome spectacular Halloween party going on down the hallway right his second, and two, that Newt and Hermann were invited to this Halloween party, apparently agreed enthusiastically to coming to it a week ago, and if Newt doesn’t find Hermann and show up with him in ten minutes, Tendo is totally never speaking to them or inviting them to another awesome party ever again. Newt learns a third thing once he and Hermann toss on the rest of their clothing, smooth out their hair a little, and hurry down the hallway to where the party is being held within those allotted ten minutes: he’s accidentally put on Hermann’s shirt. A fourth: Hermann’s accidentally put on his.

Before Hermann can waltz in through the door and raise questions (because his buttons are straining obviously under his low-cut button-up sweatervest, kaiju blood stains a spot just under the lapel, and Newt’s swimming in Hermann’s sleeves and has got a fucking pocket protector in), Newt drags him off to the side and shoves him against a deserted wall to explain their predicament.

“We have to change,” Hermann declares immediately. “We can’t be seen--”

“No, look,” Newt says. He’s quickly formulating a plan. They won’t be able to swap pants, obviously, but-- “Take off your blazer and sweater.”

Hermann frowns. He tucks his blazer tighter around himself. “No,” he says. 

“Take them off, jackass!” Newt orders, ripping his own tie off from around his head and starting to kick off his boots. “And your shoes. Look, it’s a Halloween party, right? People dress up for Halloween parties. Let’s just say we’re going as each other, everyone will get a huge kick out of it, no one finds out we’re, you know.” He adjusts his left index finger and thumb into a small circle, and pokes his right index finger through it a few times with bonus sound effects. “Rendezvousing. Platonically. Your public image is saved.” 

“No,” Hermann repeats, though he flushes. “I am not wearing your disgusting boots.”

Patience running very, very thin, Newt corners him closer against the wall. Not very successfully: Hermann does, after all, have several inches on him. Newt has to glare up at him. “So help me God, Hermann,” he says through gritted teeth, “if you don’t give me your blazer right now, you can find some other horny bozo to--”

“Fine!” Hermann says quickly. He yanks the skinny tie from Newt’s hands. “If you spill anything on--”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

After a hurried exchange of accessories which leaves Newt looking like an exceptionally short and baggy Hermann, and Hermann like Newt if he wore contacts and enjoyed attacking his hair with scissors, they waltz into the party together. Newt’s actually pretty pleased with how their costumes turned out, all things considered--Hermann even consented to having Newt draw shitty approximations of his tattoos on Hermann’s arms with a marker they found in Hermann’s pocket.

Everyone at the party gets a total kick out of it, too, which is the best part--especially when Newt decides to toss in some quality Hermann Impressions. 

“Newton,” he grumbles, poshly, hands on his hips, "quiet down right this instant.” That gets a few laughs. “You know I can’t stand it when you have fun.”

More laughs; Hermann, nursing a drink, looks only the vaguest bit amused. “Very funny,” he says. “My turn, now.” He shrinks in on himself in a way that makes him look just a bit shorter, and clears his throat: the voice that comes out next is so high-pitched, so scratchy, so fast, so--uncomfortably Newt that Newt nearly drops his own drink in shock. Especially once Hermann tosses in equally uncomfortably Newt hand gestures. “I’m going to do something ill-advised and dangerous to prove I’m right and give Hermann a stroke,” he declares. “Don’t you just love kaiju? They’re so cool.”

“I’ve never said I loved kaiju,” Newt says, but he’s grinning. 

“They’re so cool,” Hermann repeats. “Do you like my tattoos? You know I have a Doctor Who one on my--?”

“Dude!” Newt hisses. He was eighteen, okay? Anyway, that’s not the kind of private, personal information that Hermann should be sharing if he wants to even remotely pretend they don’t get up to hijinks in the lab after hours. 

“Dude!” Hermann echoes, perfectly.

The little crowd of their co-workers laugh. (Louder laughs than any of Newt’s impressions got.) Newt laughs, too, despite his embarrassment. And despite something beyond embarrassment, something he can’t quite put his finger on--it’s making his heart race, his palms sweat. Hermann sure must, well, know him to get him down like that, obvious comical exaggeration aside. (Or maybe it’s just because Newt talks a lot.)

“Ha, ha,” Newt says. “Okay, you win.”

“Thanks, dude,” Hermann squeaks in his Newt-voice. He winks. 

Newt corners him at the snack table crammed into the far back of the room later, while Hermann is--innocently--scooping some bat-shaped pretzels onto a plate with a large plastic spoon. Newt makes his presence known by stealing a handful and swallowing down half of them. “Gotta say, dude,” he teases, “I’m a good look on you.”

“Of course you’d think that, you narcissist,” Hermann says, but he’s smiling. He swipes a few pretzels back. “Get your own. The bowl is right there.”

Newt steals another from Hermann’s plate. “It’s a crying shame you didn’t borrow my jeans, too,” he says. “I bet you could rock ‘em.”

“Mm, I highly doubt that.”

“You absolutely could,” Newt says. He glances around to make sure no one’s looking, and quickly darts his hand out to pinch Hermann’s ass. Hermann drops the spoon back into the pretzel bowl in surprise. “Though I guess there’s not much to fill them out--”

“You’re a wretched little man,” Hermann says, for the second time that day. The guy really needs some new insults.

“Your voice was really fucking good, by the way,” Newt says, casually, as they lurk in a different corner (lit up with a blacklight) a few minutes later. He’s finally gotten his own plate of food, though he keeps stealing from Hermann’s anyway. “Your Newt voice, I mean. And the--” He waves his hands around. “Do you practice it a lot?”

This pulls a snort from Hermann. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“How’s it so good, then?” Newt pushes, and Hermann shifts, clearly uncomfortable.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says. “I suppose I just--pay attention to you.”

Newt cracks a grin, and bumps his elbow against Hermann’s side. “I would kinda hope so.”

“Not like--” Hermann sighs; Newt shuts up fast. (Hermann’s moments of emotional candidness are very, very rare: the most he’s ever done after a fun romp in the sack, beyond leaving immediately, is pat Newt’s hand and say thank you, Newton.) “What I mean to say is that I am...fond of you. Fonder than I am of anyone else. And I watch you, occasionally, because I am fond of you, and notice small things about you--your speech patterns, how you carry yourself...”

That’s, well--it’s certainly candid, and unexpected, and good, of course, to know that Hermann like-likes him, but it’s also a little-- “That’s kinda creepy, Hermann,” Newt says. “You watch me?”

“That’s not--” Hermann stammers, and it turns into a quiet groan. “Oh, I’ve fouled this up. Newton--”

Newt saves him by stretching up on his tiptoes and planting a firm kiss on his mouth. Completely chaste. Devoid of any dirty intentions, like all of their previous kisses have been, like what they’re used to. Just a simple little kiss. It takes Hermann aback: Newt can feel him freeze up before he returns it tentatively.

It’s over in seconds. Newt pulls back and pats Hermann’s cheek. “I know what you mean,” he says. “I feel exactly the same way.” Then his grin returns. “I mean, I don’t watch you like a creep or anything--”

“Shut up,” Hermann says, pink-faced and very pleased.

[writemarvelousthings]

Notice

PAIRING- Steve x reader

WORD COUNT- 1.8K

WARNINGS- ANGST, But don’t worry there will be a part two cause even I’m not this much of a stone-cold bitch and let's be honest Steve can be a bit clueless 

A/N: Now look, you all need to know that I am obsessed with Little Mix and when I hear Notice I just had to write this so here we are!

GIF NOT MINE

It's been a while since you noticed, I feel like you been losing focus

“How do you make men notice you?” Natasha gave you a suspicious look from over her wine glass, you pointedly ignored the look from the redhead. Taking a sip of your own glass you cross your ankles as you perch on the bar stool.

“You know I was a spy right? Being notice kinda leads to being compromised” you roll your eyes, placing your glass back on the bar. Smoothing your palms down the marron fabric of your dress. It was cut perfectly to your curves, your hair styled to perfection thanks to the skills of Wanda. But still, it didn’t have the desired effect on one man. The sound of your name falling suspiciously from Natasha’s lips had you looking back up at her.

“What’s going on? Are you and Steve okay?” There it was, the million dollar question. You had been together with Steve for a little over two years now and things were perfect. He was attentive, respectful and the sex was mindblowing, to say the least. But recently, things had been different. Something was off and you couldn't put your finger on it. You glance over to the man in question, he was stood with Sam and Bucky. Your heart lurched when you realised that it was the most animated and happy you had seen him in weeks.

“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Nat gave you a deadpan look, placing her glass next to yours. Resting her forearm on the bar.

“Because you’re dating one of the most lusted after men in New York. Happily in love which it’s sickening by the way and you're suddenly asking me how to get men to notice you” you felt your shoulders sag slightly. You couldn’t lie to Natasha.

“He’s just... Seams distant lately. I’m worried he’s lost interest in me” you shake your head, your throat suddenly very dry as the hot burning behind your eyes made you grasp for your wine.

“He hasn’t lost interest, the man worships the ground you walk on”

“The why hasn’t he touched me in any way sexual for two weeks” the question pours out of you like molten lava. It burns your tongue and lungs to even admit the problem to your best friend, Natasha is taken back for a moment as you watch her jade eyes flick towards the soldier then back to you.

“I don’t know the answer to that. But I do know sitting by the bar, drinking your sorrows isn’t going to help” you snort into your glass, downing the rest of your wine wincing at the tart taste of it.

“It will tonight, thanks for the talk” you slide off the bar stool. Turning to the elevator the touch of Nat’s hand on your elbow makes your turn around.

“You wanna make him notice you, let him see you with someone else”

“You’re actually suggesting cheating, for fuck sake Nat”

“No you dickhead, not cheating fucking christ why am I always the one..” Nat stops herself taking a breath before continuing.

“Steve trains with Wilson and Barnes in the mornings right?” you nod mutely.

“So let him see you with someone else” you smile nodding again, finally understanding. You lean over to give her a soft kiss on her cheek before taking your exit.

~~~

“You left pretty early, everything okay?” Steve's voice pulls you out of your novel, looking up you notice the suit jacket was now discarded on the armchair in the corner of the room. You wanted nothing more than to stride over to him, rip the dark blue shirt off his Adonis body and make sure that neither of you would get any sleep. But you didn’t know how to climb this wall that was suddenly between the two of you.

“Yeah, just wasn’t in a partying mood” Steve hums in agreement.

“Sometimes I wonder why Tony still throws those ridiculous things” Steve sits on the edge of the bed, toeing off his shoes. The urge to touch the strong muscles of his back burns through you but you resist.

“Because he’s Tony Stark” He snorts in amusement looking back at you.

“You’re not wrong there” he pats your knee through the duvet, it jolts you slightly as he stands to cross to the bathroom. You take a breath, swallowing what you really want to say as you open your novel back up again.

“Oh, I’m gonna join you for training tomorrow” you keep your voice light and free of anger as Steve doubles back to look at you.

“Don’t you train with Wanda in the afternoons?”

“I wanna train in the morning tomorrow, is that a problem?” You turn, giving him an innocent smile you watch as he mirrors your expression. Noting how it doesn’t meet his eyes.

“No problem at all sweetheart”

I can't help it, if it ain't you, uh huh

You make sure to let Steve arrive at the gym before you. If you wanted him to notice you, you were gonna fucking make sure he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You had picked out probably the most scandalous outfit you owned. Short black shorts, a matching sports bra and a loose tank top were the only things to cover your body as you walked into the gym. Bucky and Sam both widened your eyes at you, normally you wore leggings and an old band shirt to train in, this was definitely not normal for you.

“Damn girl, looking good” Sam whistles, Steve turns to look at you. For a moment your heart leaps at the look of anger and jealousy but it fades as quickly as it comes. Steve merely beckons you over, kissing your temple.

“Ready to train?”  you grit out a smile as you place your stuff on the ground.

“Always Captain”

You set off to warm up, glancing at Steve every so often. You suddenly feel very stupid and insecure, why did you need to prove anthing to anyone. You loved Steve and Steve loved you... Right.

“I know what you're doing?” the deep voice almost makes you shoot out of your own skin, turning hand on your chest to face Bucky you gasp up at him.

“What?” you urge your heart to beat normally as Bucky sweeps his hair up in a low bun.

“All this and last night in that dress” he gestures to you making a point of your outfit.

“The punk is clueless at the best of times, but you ain't got to put on a song and dance to get his attention” you frown, leaning down to touch your toes.

“You’d think after two years I could figure all this shit out” Bucky lets out a sharp bark of laughter copying your stretching position.

“Listen, Nat may have told me of your predicament” you suddenly felt very hot and it wasn’t from the warm up.

“Sneaky little bitch” you hiss, standing up glaring at the brunette.

“That she is, but she’s concerned and so am I. And if I can give you my advice” you nod for him to continue. The sly smirk makes something in your chest clench.

“Take it back to basics, I know Steve loves lace”

“How the hell do you know that?” Your eyebrows raise slightly as Bucky laughs more.

“Oh doll, that's for me to know and you to maybe find out. Now c’mere so I can kick your ass”

“In your dreams, Barnes” grinning you took a defensive stance ready to unleash some of your frustration and tension.

Now, covered up in lace to wait around

“This is ridiculous” you look at yourself in the mirror, the black matching lace bra and panties covering your body didn’t do anything to boost your confidence. If anything it made you want to rip the whole thing off and hide under the peach cable knit jumper you had been wearing. But this was your last chance, it was Steve last chance. Steeling yourself you walk to Steve office connected to your apartment, it was late. The only light was coming from the lamp lighting his profile as he frowns at the laptop in front of him. You couldn't see the screen but whatever he was looking at you felt sorry for it.

“Baby” you lean against the doorframe, trying to look enticing enough for Steve to break his focus away from the screen. A grunt is all you get in response, swallowing the urge to sigh. Time to up your game.

“It’s late, come to bed. I’ve been waiting for you” you put your best bedroom voice on, but still. Steve doesn't budge.

“You should sleep if your tired sweetheart, I might be a while yet” you refused to let the tears of frustration. You walk further into the office, using the back of the chair opposite the desk to lean on, pushing your chest out as an invitation for him.

“I might need some help taking this off” and finally, finally he looks up. His eyes roam over your body, your heart races. Waiting for him to stride over to you, to take you in his arms and make you forget all the anger and frustration from the last two weeks. And then finally it's like the balloon bursts and Steve’s eyes flick back down to the laptop.

“I think you're more than capable of taking care of yourself” Suddenly it feels like the temperature of the room drops twenty degrees, your heart plummets to the pit of your stomach where the creatures of sorrow and despair grasp it in their cold damp claws grinning at each other at finally claiming their prize.

“Yeah, you’re right Steve. Sorry to disturb you” you don’t wait for his response as you fly out of the room the soft lace suddenly feeling too tight and confined. Tears blind your vision as you rip the bra and underwear off, pulling on your sweats and an old ratty university jumper you look at the large bed. Images of writhing bodies and broken pleasured moans fill your mind and the urge to rip every single pillow up overcomes you. But you turn and walk quickly and quietly out of your apartment down the hall to the familiar door. You hand pauses over the door, you shouldn’t do this. But you didn’t know what to do, so you knock on the door softly waiting for the door to open bathing you in the warm light from the apartment. Sympathetic eyes look at your tear-filled ones as you wipe the sleeve of your jumper under them.

“He didn’t notice?” you shake your head, not trusting your voice to convey the levels of emotions running through you.

“Come on in doll”

I don't think you notice, I don't think you care I don't think you notice So, what's the point of wearing nothing if you never notice?