#grinds teeth. pissed that i made the image so dark for the mood. the legs look so good.

[hyolks]

salvation

[coloredgirlfan-fiction01]

The warm morning sunshine was the first thing you felt as you woke from your sleep. The bright light stung your rested eyes but with a few blinks it was manageable.

Looking over at your bedside table, the digital clock read seven sixteen. You had wanted to set the alarm to wake up earlier, but Michael always complained that the sound it made was annoying and gave him headaches.

So you had to learn to wake up early so Michael could get his beauty sleep, not that he really needed it.

Said blonde was still fast asleep on his back, arms on each side of his head and soft pink lips slightly parted as he took shallow breaths. His long eyelashes fluttering ever so gently on his cheeks as he dreamed, something good you hoped.

He was dressed in the red silk pajama suit you picked out for him last night, the first three buttons of the top undone which exposed the smooth skin of his chest.

He was so beautiful, unlike most men he was soft and loved to be taken cared of. There was nothing anyone could say or do that could make you any less in love with him, and he loved you just as much.

You protected him and never judged him for the way he was like those in his past had. They were so focused on what he was and what he was destined to do, that they never stopped to ask him who he really was outside of his father's dark shadow.

As you watched him sleep a fond smile crept across your lips, you leaned over the blonde and gently kissed the top of his exposed chest.

"Michael, it's time to wake up." You whispered placing another kiss just above the previous one.

You felt him stir and let out a soft groan as you began to kiss his neck.

"Five more minutes." You chuckled at how childish his whine was.

"Come on puppy, it's time to get up." You watched as his eyes fluttered open, ocean eyes seemed to almost glow as the sunlight hit them.

"Morning.." He greeted with a smile. You reached out you brush a few strands away from his face, enjoying the smoothness of his skin and the happiness in his eyes.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I dreamt about you. We were at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. I was lying on your lap, you were humming a song and running your fingers through my hair as I fell asleep. It was beautiful, peaceful."

He always had such strange dreams. Sometimes he had nightmares that were so vivid even you got chills whenever he'd talk about them, but you always loved the ones he got that made him smile in the morning.

"Your too cute for your own good sometimes you know that?" You kissed him and got out of bed to stretch your arms above your head to rid your body of any excess tiredness.

The grey T-shirt you wore to bed lifted as you did, exposing your upper thighs and ass which Michael gawked when he sat up. He couldn't help but think how sexy you looked wearing his shirt and nothing else.

Your skin always had a sort of glow when the sun washed over you. Every curve, your hips, your breasts, your long legs, your natural hair that framed your face made you look like a goddess in his eyes.

He'd never thought that after everything that went went in his life, all the blood and bad choices that he would find redemption and safety in the shape of you.

You were the first person to treat him like an actual human being with feelings and emotions instead of just the antichrist that was destined to destroy the world and remake it in his father's image. That part of him died the moment he gave himself to you.

"Are you going to stare at me all day, or are you gonna' get up and get ready pup?" Blush dusted his cheeks and he averted his eyes to stop from staring. He got out of bed and helped fixed the bedding before joining you in the shower.

After that you guided him downstairs to the kitchen and began to make a healthy breakfast for the both of you, while Michael sat at the counter and watched you.

French toast, eggs, sausages and a pot of freshly made lemongrass tea was on the menu and you took pride in the fact that you only took twenty minutes to make everything.

"So what do you want to do today pup?" You asked serving him his share. Since you didn't have to go into work on Saturdays, you always let Michael choose how you'd spend the day together. You owned your own business and it took up alot of your time, so you dedicated a day just for Michael since he hardly gets to have you for himself.

"I was thinking we could go to the park today, the weather's nice maybe we can have a picnic?"

"That sound like a g-" The loud ringing of your cellphone cut off the conversation and drew you away from the kitchen counter to retrieve your phone from upstairs.

Apparently one of your employees made an error at work and they needed your help to fix it before it caused problems for the software. You inquired about the error and thanked the heavens it wasn't something that you needed to leave home for.

"Michael I'm going to be in my office for a few minutes, finish your breakfast and watch some TV until I'm done OK?" You called out and got an 'alright' as his answer.

About an hour has passed and Michael was getting bored of watching TV. They were showing some low budget show about vampires and he was in no mood to sit through it.

What was taking you so long? You had said a few minutes and it's been an entire hour and you haven't left your home office.

He hardly gets to spend any quality quality time with you and now your work was getting in the way of his day. He wasn't happy.

Deciding he's waited enough, Michael clicked off the TV and marched up the stairs to the see what was taking you so long. He decided not to knock and just barged in ready to demand your attention but stopped himself as he saw you typing furiously on your laptop and talking sternly at whoever was on the phone.

"There is absolutely nothing you can give me as an excuse right now, this could completely crash the servers and we can loose Gigabytes of data because of this."

You always looked so fierce when you were pissed off about something. Your usually calm and collected demeanor was replaced by one of dominance and authority that always made his knees weak. Just the sound of you scolding your employee made him hard and made him want your attention even more.

He closed the door behind him and walks over to you, fully determined to get what he wanted despite knowing he wasn't allowed to disturb you during work.

"Y/n are you almost done, you promised that we'd spend time together today." He whined kneeling beside your chair. His big blue eyes looked up at you but you didn't even give his a side glance.

"Today is my day with you they get you every other day, can't you handle this later?" You shot him a serious glare that shut him up but it didn't deter him from his mission. Being ignored was one thing, but you brushing him off for your work on his day was the last straw.

You didn't question him when he crawled on the floor to get under your desk. You didn't even question when he spread your legs apart to make room for himself in the tight space.

What did get your attention was the sharp tug of your panties that made them snap when he tugged them with his finger. The pull was so strong it pulled you along with it.

He could be such a brat when he couldn't get what he wanted. You didn't mind it but your work couldn't wait.

You could tell he was getting impatient as you hardly reacted to his desperate acts for attention. The way his teeth nipped at your inner thighs and the wetness his tongue left in it's wake as he licked your folds with vigor.

You'd be lying if you weren't getting turned on by his efforts.

If there's one thing that Michael excelled at was pleasing you to the best of his abilities.

It took all of your will power not to moan into your phone as his tongue slipped into you, his hands wrapped around your hips to pull your lower half flush against his mouth.

"You do know there will be consequences for this, don't you?" You said into the phone while grabbing a fist full of Michael's hair, making sure that he knew she was talking to him too.

Absolute chills ripped through you as he moaned loudly against your sex. His hot breath against your dripping sex was euphoric and you could help but grind your hips into him to get more.

"Listen to me, today is my day off and I have business at the moment to take care of. I'll deal with you and your mistake tomorrow." You ended the call and threw the phone on the desktop.

You pulled away from Michael and yanked him by his hair to get out of the tight space.

"You can be a real brat sometimes you know that?"

"You were gone for so long, and I-"

"You know the rules about coming in here don't you?"

"I know. I- I'm sorry."

You sighed and gestured to him to get out from under the table and to lay down on the floor. You followed after him and took the position of straddling his hips.

He looked so adorable beneath you, eyes full of anticipation for whatever you were going to do to him at that moment, you almost felt sorry for him.

"How do you think you should be punished puppy?"

Usually you would spank him or put him on time out for disobeying you, but he was right. Today was his day and you broke your promise.

"How about I do something we'll both enjoy, but at the same time you get your punishment. And if you're good we'll get ready to go on that picnic right after, sound fair?" You asked, which he immediately agreed to.

You slowly began to ride on top of Michael, his semi erection perfectly positioned against your sex making the friction delicious between the two of you.

The hairs on your neck stood up as a wave of chills ran across your skin when Michael let out a desperate moan as you felt him grow harder under you. His brilliant blue eyes glazed over in desperation and pleasure that motivated you to move faster.

"Y/n, I.. I want more..~" He panted, gripping your waist and meeting your humping with vigor.

"I know you do puppy, but this is all you're gonna get."

[aliynavenus]

DamiRae Fanfic ‘Vulnerable”

Links to part 1 and 2 —>|| Part one || Part two|| 

word count - 5K (she’s a long chapter today guys) || Rating M (we finally got a little razzle dazzle of smut on this one guys.) 

Part 3: “Helpless”

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Fuck. Damian cursed as his back fell hard onto the floor of the training room. Dammit. Gritting his teeth at the young half kryptonian boy who managed to get a hit on him. His skin crawled knowing that his form was sloppy today. He never let Jon make him land on the floor; it made his skin itch. 

“Hey I got you! Who’s a better fighter n--” 

Swiftly Damian leaped over behind him rapidly sliding his legs across Jon’s ankles causing him to lose his balance, falling to his back. The pain of surprise hit him hard, “You could’ve at least let me have my moment--.” Jon’s breath hitched when he felt Damian’s katana under his chin. 

“Next time don’t think one hit means success until fully knowing your opponent can’t get up anymore,” placing his katana back into his holster adding a sharp clean clash that came from it. 

“You seem extra cranky today.” 

Damian ignored Jon’s remark who was rubbing the back of his head. He moved towards the transmitter in the corner of the room. Though he had to admit he was extra irritated today. Today was the day of the mission. The day where he would see Raven again after kissing her or more after like making an idiot out of himself. Not once has he seen her around the tower, for anything. Then again not like he could blame her for avoiding him, he did after all put her in an unwanting situation. 

“Dude what’s up with you?.”

“Nothing.” turning his back towards him not wanting to reveal the real reason he’s...off. 

“So nothing between you and Raven happened last night.” 

Snapping his body towards Jon with a bigass dumb grin plastered on his face acting as if he just solved a world’s case. 

How could he possibly know? Goddammit superhearing. His eyes widen feeling his palms become cold just thinking if Jon actually heard what happened. Wait--did that mean he heard everything? 

“Shut up. You should’ve been asleep, what the hell were you doing eavesdropping on us Jon.” Heat was raising up his body clenching his fist trying to resist the urge to take that smile away from him. 

“To be fair I’m hurt that you didn’t me right away! Second, I wasn't eavesdropping I can actually control who I want to hear. But I saw you leave her room -- you seemed like you did something….something you regretted. You kissed her didn’t you.” 

Even though Jon was dense at times he was good at assuming. He was right. He did regret it, not because it wasn’t good, but that it felt so damn good that made him feel guilty. “Yea so what? Doesn’t matter.” 

“Doesn’t matter!?” Jon mocked Damian’s words “Dude that whole thing matters. I always thought you were allergic to having emotions. Now seeing you finally telling Raven how you feel man I gotta say you really got balls if that’s one way you express your feelings for her.” his eyebrow rose up knowing full well that he was referring to the kiss.

But something else struck him when Jon was talking, ‘Now seeing you finally telling Raven how you feel.’

 Fuck. 

He didn’t tell Raven how he felt instead of actually telling her what he feels for her, he let his actions take over him. Gods how can he be so stupid. Now that definitely didn't help him in this situation. She probably thinks that he just did it for his own guilty pleasure. He could partially feel his entire soul leave his body making him feel, dare he say….like Jason. Who was always toying with girls emotions so he could get laid. He felt disgusted.

 Didn’t help any better when Jon was noticing Damian’s mood change, “Don’t tell me that you ended up just kissing her instead of actually telling her!” Jon really was an expert at assuming correctly. And assuming correctly that Damian hated. “You're going to have to tell her today. If you don’t, you just became Jason.” 

Yea that’s something that he never wants to happen. But Jon was right among the other reasons. Today he had to tell her, he couldn't wait anymore. “Thank you, Jon” giving him a small smile to acknowledge that him listening and rare advisable words were appreciated. 

“Don’t fuck this up,” 

Damian snorted and rolled his eyes, turning his back to him to get prepared for the mission. He couldn’t mess this up. Not this time, especially with Raven.  

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“Donna, hurry up, you look great.. Kori said we have 10 minutes before leaving.” 

Actually if anything Raven wanted Donna to take longer getting ready to avoid Damian even longer. Admitting she was ignoring him all day being mainly stuck in Donna’s room after telling her the news about that damn kiss. 

“Okay okay, I’m ready.” Both of them heading out towards the elevator at the end of the hall. “You sure you’re ready to see Damian again? I could cover for you ya know. I could tell Kori yo--” 

“It’s okay Donna, really I can’t avoid him forever. Me and you practiced this, I’ll just act like nothing happened and we’re still friends. Besides, we have a mission to do” 

Hearing the ding from the elevator knowing full well they reached the main ops room. Her stomach tightened when she saw the elevator doors open. Friends. The word she had to remember to get through the entire night. 

Damian saw Donna and Raven step out the elevator and holy shit was he in trouble. Not seeing her throughout the day tortured him but seeing her now it killed him. She looked fuckin amazing -- incredible actually. Her dark hair perfectly rested right above her breast. Seeing the extremely short dress only reach her mid thigh. That damn dress emphasizing her delicious figure. Did she really have to go out wearing that at a club. Dammit he really needed to keep an eye on her, especially tonight.

At this moment no one else should ever be looking at her in that short dress but him. This image should only be meant for his eyes only. 

“Team, you have a mission, remember. Find out any leads, you all should be let in smoothly with your fake IDs. Raven open up a portal to the alley of the club please. I will see you tomorrow to get a full report on what you discovered. And no drinking!”

It was Donna and Jon to groan at Kori’s last instruction. He didn’t want to admit it but at a time like now he really did need that drink to restrain him from taking Raven’s hand and leaving this mission to his teammates so no one will be able to see what is meant to be his. 

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This club was a nightmare for him but seemed like a playground for Donna. The blinding colorful lights beaming across the room with excruciating music blasting making the walls vibrate. It was like a maze with stairwells after stairwells leading to another floor that wasn’t too low from them.  Countless drunks and perverts just staring, grinding their bodies at women who danced alongside them on platforms and Donna was one of them. She thought the best way to get in tell was by dancing with regulars who came every weekend. And it was a very disturbing sight in his eyes especially Jon’s who Damian could feel the tension rising from his body who only sat next to him at the bar. 

“Calm down Jon. Wouldn’t want to blow our cover.” Damian mumbles taking a sip from his non alcoholic drink. 

“I know.” he turns his body scoping the place taking a notice in something that could interest Damian or might he say drive him mad, “You too, don’t look now but looks like Raven is getting some attention.” 

Damian clenches the glass, furrowing his eyebrows turning his head slightly to see what Jon was talking about. Raven was getting attention, attention that he didn’t like. Males surrounding her as she was seated on a love couch across from them. Her legs were crossed and that only made her dress rise higher and for some reason she looked like she was enjoying herself. Happily talking to the males who were offering her drinks and giving her their number He turned his entire body to face them, watching to make sure they didn’t lay a finger on her. Then again he had to think about the mission, he had to know that she was acting flirty only to obtain information. Right? That was the only explanation why she’d let them get close to her. But fuck did he feel blood rush up his veins when ever one of those bastards gave her a flirty smile. 

“Damian, I’ll be right back. Think I see someone who could have something. Don’t stare too long.” 

He just nodded looking towards Jon walking towards a girl putting on a flirtatious front. Boy was Donna going to be furious if she saw that. When he turned his sight back to Raven she was gone. Slyly looking left and right to see where she wen--

What the fuck! 

His fist clenched the glass so tightly that it could easily break if he didn’t keep his cool. It was like rage overflowed his body when he saw that. Some bastard dancing with Raven on the platform, feeling the dips in her body. Having his unwanting breath breathe down her neck with his crotch pressed against her ass. If she was trying to get in tell, she damn sure pissed him off on how she was doing it.

Remember it’s an act. 

His conscience kept telling him not to give in. Watching that scumbag begin to explore Raven’s body. 

Don’t impose. Don’t impose. 

Seeing his hand settle right below her navel. That thin dress, that scum could probably feel her bare skin under. Damian grinded his teeth watching every move until his eyes widened. That was it. That drove him over the edge. The edge of staying calm to completely furious watching that pervert place kisses down her neck. He didn’t care if this guy did have plausible information. End of cover for him. 

“Don’t touch her. This one’s mine.” 

Without even realizing it Damian grabbed Raven’s shoulder pulling her to his chest leaving her no longer in contact with that man. Even though his eyes were fixed on the scum he could feel Raven’s gaze on him feeling her unexpected surprise. “What the hell man. What are you her boyfriend.” Tch, guy really was the sum of the earth thinking he can question him. 

“Yes I’-.” 

“He’s my bodyguard!” Raven cuts in between them, having to think quickly already feeling the eyes of people staring, “He gets a little cranky when I’m no longer in his sight. Payed him good money for his security to keep weirdos off me, unfortunately he rudely interrupted our moment that I was enjoying.” her eyes burning into him yet unfazed him because he didn’t even look at her. Instead, he was still giving a ‘I’ll you kill’ look to the young man she was just dancing with. “I’m so sorry for him, we should do this again sometime.” 

“Yea for sure. Call me. Without your little friend.” The tension was thick that you could cut with a knife. It's like a battle in Damian’s and the mans eyes that don't need words to know that were obviously unfinished business. 

“You should leave before I decide to cut your hands off after touching her.” 

His voice in a low growl but yet loud enough where it felt like the music around them fazed in silence. On that note the pervert gave him a dirty side eye seeing his jaw tighten by the aggression in Damian’s voice, yet still seeing a game wanting to be played in the man's eyes. “I’ll see you around, Rachel” The scum left distancing himself from the crowd until he was no longer in their sight.

Clearing his throat Damian turned to Raven gliding his hand through hers. His fingers resting on her hips, bringing her closer. Their bodies awkward at first but slowly drifted to finding the rhythm of the slow might add sex song that was blaring. The least he could do was still try to keep his cover and not make a scene. 

Raven slid her hands around his neck, lifting herself up just a little higher to level her lips to his ear, “What are you doing, Damian. I was trying to get information. You could’ve made a scene.” 

Oh a scene he was going to make if he watched any further of that nonsense. 

“Bullshit. That guy was scrawny and a creep. There is nothing you could’ve gotten.” 

He eyes to look down into hers. Was she always this much shorter than him even in heels, she was trying to put an annoyed front but damn that only made her look cuter. This was the first time he’s seen her so close ever since their kiss and by gods did he miss looking at her. 

Not being able to keep her eyes on his she turned to the side feeling her cheeks redden by how closely their bodies were swaying to the music to blend in. “Actually he’s the owner's brother. If anything was going on in here, he would’ve been our best shot. Now that’s gone” 

 Feeling a cold tense rise up his spine by the way she was sounding. Her tone was rather annoyed and uninterested almost like she didn’t want anything to do with him. Not like he could blame her, he did just scare off a possible lead and kiss her the night before. 

“I need to say something to you.” spinning her gracefully so her back is now pressed against his chest, their hands never leaving one another. His face pressed against her soft hair still having the same scent of vanilla he loved but it only made their bodies move a little more intensely

“And now is the best time? Damian I don’t -- we can’t get noticed.” she stuttered not wanting to give herself away that if she stayed any longer in his grasp, she knew he was going to hear her heartbeat pound louder than the music. She couldn’t face him not yet , she couldn't handle the thought of what he needed to say to her was possibly another apology and rejection from their kiss. Pulling herself away from him slowly letting out of his grasp, not being capable of this position any longer. 

Yet when she finally loosened from him she felt Damian’s grip her wrist to bring her back, twirling her in a slow motion so this time they were face to face with one another. 

“Don’t pull away…..not yet.” he dropped his voice in a rumbling whisper against her ear pressing a firm hand on the small back of her waist, holding her close more protectively worried that she would run off again. 

“I can’t wait anymore. When I kissed you it was amazing.I didn’t just do it for my own pleasure. I don’t want you thinking that I’m no more than just another Jason or Stephany because I’m not.” Damian placed his other hand to gently cup her cheek wanting her to pay attention to every word he was about to say, “I kissed you because I’ve been having feelings for you Raven and I’ve been trying to avoid them. But it’s like they take over my body whenever I see you. I mean shit, half the time I get nervous talking to you. What I’m trying to say is I feel so fuckin vulnerable whenever I’m with you. That it hurts so bad when I’m near to protect you and I don’t feel pain that easily, Raven.” 

Was this really Damian? It felt like fireworks were being sparked in her stomach when she heard him. He basically just said he liked her. She’s never seen Damian this raw with his emotions and he was expressing them to her. It felt like yesterday that he was brooding over her about not being able to trust her on his first day being on the team. Now here he is confessing that she makes him vulnerable. Sure the location of confessing his feelings for her were a little….different in perspective but little did he know she felt the exact same way about him. 

“I feel--” 

Interrupting her confession by the sound of phones vibrating against each other’s clothing. It’s the world won’t give them a break on cliffhangers. 

Me and Donna found a lead and a lot of evidence. Meet back at the tower the club is closing in 20 mins. 

“We should get back.” Damian said looking up from his phone seeing security guards motioning people to leave. “Let’s go.” 

Of course he wanted to hear what she had to say. The suspension was like a knife under his jaw waiting to see what the hell she was going to say. Although it was ironic the one time he let out his emotions to the person he deared the most was also the time for a rude interruption. Great timing Jon.  

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Silence was between them when existing Raven’s portal to enter the main ops of the tower seeing Donna’s head on Jon’s shoulder who were snoring loudly. It was almost 3 in the morning on a Thursday night and seeing Jon and Donna have more fun at a club than their mandatory fun days it was practical that they would knock out when their tired bodies reached the couch. 

Raven on the other hand still had her feelings to say to Damian still yearning to tell him. Grabbing Damian’s hand putting a finger against her lips, “Shhh come on.” guiding him to the elevator to enter the hallway of rooms that belonged to them. 

“Come in.” She had admit she was feeling rather bold guiding him towards her bed. She wanted to make sure Damian knew exactly what she made him feel too. 

Damian’s eyes were slowly exploring the backs of her exposed body, seeing her ass sway watching the hugging dress lift up with every move she made. Until that visibility disappeared when she pressed his shoulders to sit on her bed. It felt like a different aroma was in the air tonight, it was tense so tense you cut through it. He didn’t even know what she felt towards him yet but he sure hoped it was something similar. 

His eyes lingering on her body watching her set her ass on his cock. Fuck. She could definitely feel his boner poking her. A faint blush crept over his cheeks feeling embarrassed of what her game was. He was trying so hard to keep his breathing under control but it was hopeless with her breasts desperately wanting to be free from her dress, pressing up against his red button down  “Raven-” 

Before another word could come out of his lips, he groaned at the surprise of Raven letting her lips join his in a gentle kiss. Tasting her once again it felt like heaven. Yet this was different. It wasn’t rough or desperate like their last one but more so soothing. Taking the time to admire one another’s lips keeping the subtle pace as their fingers explore their bodies. His fingers tipped her chin wanting to explore her more yet making sure not to bring too much force, scared she would reject his touches. 

“Are you sure-” he paused between her lips, only her answer wasn’t even an answer, it was her bringing their lips in sparks of heat that burned, having her yearn his touch. This kiss was no longer gentle, it was hungry. 

Of course she wanted this more than anything, she needed it.

 A low growl escaped his lips feeling her tongue meet his. This gentle makeout was turning to a messy one quick. Fisting his fingers into her hair to tilt her head to gain more access in her mouth, gripping her ass roughly that it only excited her more. That made her take the chance to bite down on his lip, making him groan against her mouth. She loved hearing him sound defenseless against their lips that it made her clench the collar of his shirt she so wanted off. 

Their lips lost connection when she let out a small whine feeling his hand bring down the line of her dress, massaging her breast. She knew she probably looked like an utter mess in his fingertips but so was he. Watching his enigmatic emerald eyes darken, never leaving hers.  He wants to see every second of Raven’s face as he pleases her, seeing her helpless as he twists and causes pleasure to her sensitive nipple. 

He could feel her hips grinding against him, wanting to feel his bulge roughly slide against her thin damp panties. Her mouth parted open every time it pressed against her sensitive wet. 

“I want to make you feel good, beloved.” his lips pressing small kisses down her jaw bringing them to her nipple that his fingers were just playing with. 

“A-ah..!” A helpless wince came out feeling his hot wet tongue bit down her tit sucking hard. Oh gods. she never knew pleasure could be this good. Tangling her fingers tightly against his hair wanting more. Sucking her skin beneath his mouth until she felt the numbness over cease the spot. He was branding her. Gilding his tongue over his marks on her easing any guilty pleasure he caused her. She looked down only seeing Damian's eyes darken admiring his work of marks scattered on her chest. It was like desire took over him wanting to stroke every part of her body with his tongue. Not letting an inch of her skin left out in his fun. 

In the back of her mind she didn’t want to have all the fun. After all he kissed her first, he confessed to her, ultimately he made her feel good. She wanted to do the same. If not more. 

When she ran her hands up his chest she began unbuttoning his red bottom down. She desperately wanted to see what 18 years of training did to him. And she was impressed. Feeling the dents of his abs along with the patches of gnarled scars scattered across his hard chest. He stared down at her breathlessly seeing her needs overflow her. In fact even though he was always admiring her it felt like she was admiring him right now. It pleased him. 

Her fingers tracing over a stained scar that was planted above his heart. Even though her sweeping touches were delicate, it consumed him. Even though he’s Damian Wayne who was able to handle damages like these it strived her to draw all that pain he’s felt. 

“I want you, Damian. I want to make you feel good too.” her eyes lit up watching his eyes widen at her soft yet desperate voice. It made his cock twitch that he knew for sure Raven felt. Yet it didn’t scare her away or turn bashful, it just made her bite her lip with her translucent violet eyes keeping his emerald ones hostage in a stare. “Tell me to stop if you really want me to.” After that last request, she slid the dress off of her, leaving her exposed in only her matching white lacy bra and panties in front of him. Her body slowly slid down his, never losing the sight of his eyes, her knees meeting the soft carpet before him right in between his legs.  

Like hell he’ll tell her to stop when she looks like that. And holy shit was this a luscious view of her. She was beautiful. 

His breath hitched when she felt her palms on his upper thighs massaging. He needed her touch. He needed her mouth on his cock so fuckin bad. He dung his fingers into her bed not wanting to cause any sudden movements of her painful teasing. 

Her hands found his noticeable throbbing bulge feeling his length in her hands rubbing him through his pants. He groaned against her touch not being able to obtain himself anymore. “Please, beloved.” 

Even though Raven’s never done this before she felt like her body took control over her touch. The heat writhing through her body when she felt his cock jerk against her touch through his black slacks. “I want to kiss every part of you Damian.” Unbuckling his pants she let out his cock go up into the air, it was bigger than she expected. A lot bigger. Her hand pumping it slowly watching his face expressions soften at her touch. 

God damn it that felt good. 

Damian watched her throw her weight onto him making him fall back onto her bed, crawling over him still stroking him. Her knees on the sides of his hips continuing her pumps to his cock. It was like every his body felt helpless under her touches consuming the thrill of her hands on his cock. Gods. She was going to destroy him if she kept him up. How could this feel so damn good. Taking a look at her, mouth parted open, taking in each other’s suspending stares. 

She was damn perfect. 

Sliding a gentle thumb over the head of his cock she saw his hips thrust up to meet her touch when she did that. Raven could see the sensation driving him mad. So she leaned down taking in as much of him as she can in her mouth, pumping the bottom of his cock she couldn’t fit, quickly. 

Oh fuck.

This felt so damn fuckin amazing. When he felt her precious mouth lower onto him. “Fuck” he let his head lean back in a vulnerable breathless whisper. Feeling her tongue doing works of art to his cock. He really did need to repay the favor of how damn good she was doing. Lifting himself his upper body with his elbows, he watched his beautiful treasure filling him with pleasure beyond imagination when her eyes met his. 

“Don’t stop, whatever you do, love. I like that, a lot.” He couldn’t catch his breath when he felt her hands massage his balls. He was for sure going to hell for enjoying this. The feelings of being close to the edge of his climax struck him. He didn’t want his mess to appear in front of Raven, “Raven if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum. I don’t want you to be a mess because of me.”

He was too vulnerable to move. This felt so amazing that it was like stings burning into his body. The rush of heat and want filled him when she only quicken her pace when she heard him. 

She was already a mess. A complete mess for him. The thoughts of him not wanting to see her covered in his cum only made her want it more. She wanted to taste it. Her body aching for it she sucked and twirled her hands against his dick more. His cock hitting the back of her throat causing her small soft gags with each thrust that his hips gave into her mouth. Yet she didn’t pull away; she only continued more. 

Suddenly his muscles tightened when he heard her, feeling himself being released into her mouth all at once. And she swallowed every bit of it. Never in life time did he know something so damn messy would feel fuckin amazing with a person. His person. Raven. He watched Raven look up at him wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand giving him an innocent smile like she didn’t just do a sinful pleasure to him. She laid her head on his chest tilting her head to face him. Reaching to play with his hair as if she was the most purest thing in the world.  How could she still look so damn innocent after that. He didn’t care though because whatever she does in his life she was always going to his pure beautiful beloved. 

Grabbing the blanket on her bed he pulled it over them, tracing small circles on her shoulder staring into each other's eyes. “So that was unexpected but reckon that means you feel the same way towards me.” he said with a hint of hesitation that he hopes that’s what it means.

She giggled at his bashful tone, “You reckon correctly.” her head lowering to his shoulder, her eyes leaving his. “Besides you make me happy. You got the daughter of a demon to actually like someone so…..I like you, too.” she muffled into his shoulder feeling warmth spread across her cheeks at how sheepish she sounded. 

Damian felt flushed. He could practically feel his heart hammering against his skin to be let out.  How could she have so much confidence in her sinful actions to him that she was choosing now to feel bashful. It just made her be so much cuter. Rapidly wrapping his arms around her, placing his head on the crook of her neck. They were in a ball of flourishment of affectionate feelings clinging to their bodies. “I really want to kiss you right now after that.” his voice in a low rumble.

“Then do it” 

 Gods, they were going to be the death to each other. 

“Oh!” Raven held up a threatening finger to him.  “And we can’t tell the team. Especially your brother and gar you know what kind of party they would throw if they find out, and questions, and absur-”

“Never are those imbeciles going to find out. Not now at least.” If they do find out, their grave will be set. 

Raven gave him a reassuring smile, feeling at ease with that answer. 

“Now where were we..” Damian muttered, settling small pecks on her cheek. 

Knock knock

“Raven, you asleep? I woke up really quick. I know you're awake. I just heard you. Come on open up you won’t believe what happened. I can hardly believe it.” Their bodies jolted hearing Donna’s voice came from the other side. Thank gods they locked it. “Don’t make knock this door down because you know I will like last time.” That was another story to tell.

Damian and Raven looked at each other immediately getting off the bed, finding each other’s proper clothes. 

“1….” Donna began to count

“Hurry up”  Raven mouthed to Damian who was putting on his boxers and gathering all his belongings making sure their wasn’t a trace of him that would lead back to him. 

“2….” 

“I think I got everything, open me a portal.” Damian whispered across the room to Raven who was tying a bathrobe on her body. 

“3....”

[yikeswtfmate]

Strange Times || Ch. 3

previous part // Strange Times Series Masterlist // next part

Summary: Ray does some thinking. These new revelations are bad news, but maybe he can work around them, until he can’t anymore.

Pairing: Raymond (Charlie Hunnam - The Gentlemen, 2020) x Reader

Warnings: swearing; sexual references and themes; some sadness

A/N: this has been a whirlwind and i’m probably going to take a short break from this fic; i’ve barely scratched this part together so i might need more time to come up with the next part, especially because of what i have in mind for it; i really don’t want to write it just for the sake of it and then be unhappy with how it turned out, so please be patient with me! until then... here’s part 3

A/N 2: should i make a masterlist for this series? i made a moodboard for it this week just bc i was bored so might as well? let me know!

It’s been almost a month and Raymond can’t yet say whether Y/N’s pulling his leg or his skills are starting to fail him, because there is no other explanation for her completely falling off the face of the earth for hours on end without him knowing anything about it. When she told him so nonchalantly about her plans that first night, he expected he’d be able to track her every movement without too much fuss. Y/N Pearson, however, is a woman of many talents, so he was forced to finally admit that she was right in warning him not to underestimate her.

It’s not to say that it’s because of lack of trying – he’s had David tail her Uber for a few days but she somehow managed to slip away, only to pop back up in Oxford exactly the second Mickey started handing him his ass because she was nowhere to be found until midnight. Then he tried tracking her phone, just to find out that she’s been leaving her phone on the coffee table every day, although Rosalind somehow always knew how to get in touch with her (whether she’d let Mickey and Raymond know where Y/N was, was a completely other story). Finally, he decided he’ll just tail her himself, but that backfired when he followed her into a nursery store without too much preamble.

Trying to find his bearings, thoroughly confused as to why she’d enter this shop, suddenly horrified she might be pregnant with a fucking cunt, whoever this fucker is he’ll find his death today, he was startled by a hand slipping on his arm, bringing him flush against her small body. Looking down, he couldn’t help wondering what the fuck she was on about now, smiling innocently at the approaching shop assistant and completely ignoring him.

“Hi, darling!” She thrilled in the most obnoxious voice he’s ever heard. “My hubby and I are expecting this tiny wonder that’s growing inside of me, and we’d like to look at some cute little tiny clothes for this amazing bundle of joy that will grace our lives!”

To say that Raymond never felt more terrified in his entire existence should say something, considering he has three older sisters who each had the right mind to think he was actually their little puppet throughout his entire childhood. Three hours later, after listening to more coos than he’d care to ever experience again and now knowing how much every single stroller in the Kingdom fucking costs, Y/N escorted him outside (still latched like a fucking octopus to his arm, never having let go) and turned to him with another blinding smile that would be more fitting for a snake? Fox? Fucking Loch Ness monster? He’d take anything over her at that moment.

“What the fuck.” He doesn’t even have the energy to try to appear more threatening.

“What, babe? I thought you wanted to know what I’m doing all day. Isn’t that why you and Mickey have been freaking out? That I’m being naughty and doing unspeakable things? I just showed you that I’m being a good girl.”

He looks at her for a moment, his jaw set. Maybe one of these days he’ll just break his bottom teeth from all the tongue biting and teeth grinding he does whenever she opens her mouth. There’s a small part of his brain that lets him know it’d be great to get back at her by spanking her ass until it’s bright red, but he pushes the thought aside and just turns around and starts walking away.

“Hey!” She yells, heels clicking rapidly on the pavement until she’s in step with him again. “What the fuck, Ray? You can’t just up and leave!”

“I can and I am. I’m not putting up with your shit anymore, love. You’re Mickey’s responsibility, not mine, so you can do whatever the fuck you want for all I care.”

“Aw, Ray! Come on, babe, you don’t mean that!”

She grabs his hand, forcing him to stop and look at her. Disregarding the fact that they’re in the middle of a very busy shopping centre and everyone has to get around them, Y/N swings their interlocked hands between them, nearly making Ray think she’s a sweet angel. It’s easy to forget she’s been keeping him on his toes from the moment she stepped foot on British soil, when she looks up at him through her eyelashes, a small smile on her lips, almost – but not entirely apologetic.

He sighs and hangs his head. She will be the death of him, but apparently he has no control whatsoever over his body or feelings anymore, and with an arm around her shoulders, Ray brings her into him and directs her back in the direction of their house. (Their house? Since when did he start thinking of his own house as theirs?) He just wants to go home and maybe erase this whole encounter with something strong to drink.

He’s not even aware they’re holding hands until they are forced to split by an errant toddler. He notices how she smiles over at the little pig-tailed girl, a softness in her eyes that is surprising in a way that strangely warms his own heart. She takes his hand again, interlacing their fingers on reflex, unaware of Ray’s slow blink in her direction. He’s thoroughly enjoying her little display of affection, having more or less been subconsciously craving them ever since she first kissed him.

There’s a flutter in his heart, a missed beat that makes him question this whole thing with Y/N. He’s more than aware that she pisses him right the fuck off, but he can’t help but miss her presence and erratic personality the whole time she’s not with him. One month, and she’s already clawed her way in, gnashing unintentionally at the veins around his heart, until she’s found her way in. With a start, he realises that above all the dirty thoughts he’s had, all the images of her bent form before him, he wants to protect her, keep her safe, tuck her under his arm and kiss her head.

He realises now that whenever he steps down into the kitchen to find Y/N making coffee, still dressed in one of his t-shirts (having been seemingly diving into his wardrobe on a regular basis), bed hair sticking out, eyes half closed, smelling like she’s still dreaming, his heart swells. She would hand him his mug and with her own in her hand, she would trudge her feet behind, peck his cheek and stroke his jaw on her way up to her morning shower. And now, he doesn’t want anything else, but that. That moment to keep happening, every morning, every day for the rest of his life and what in the name of Jesus, Joseph and Mary, what the fuck!

*

“I’m home!” Raymond announces as he steps into the house. For a split second he’s surprised once again at the words he’s just uttered, unsure about how to feel knowing that Y/N is still currently living under the same roof as him.

He was comfortable in his life, alone and uncommitted, sure that he would never find anyone who would understand the sort of existence he’s leading, until Y/N barged into his life guns blazing and fucking up whatever sense of security he had until now. Not to mention that understanding earlier in the week that his feelings for her developed so high as to shoot the fucking moon did nothing to alleviate his irritation with her. If anything, it’s gotten worse, especially since she’d become even more secretive lately, until he snapped at her in the morning before she left with a final slam of the front door.

He doesn’t want to get into another fight with her, not in the mood for another shouting match where he’d try to pry out whatever the fuck she’s been doing. He’s tired of her keeping him at an arm’s distance, but doesn’t want to admit that he’s hurt by her not trusting him enough to confide in him. A tiny voice in his head points out that he hasn���t been truthful with her either – hiding his own feelings can only show he’s a coward, but he waves that away. All in good time, he’s not in a hurry, although the thought of Mickey finding out does more than put him off the whole ordeal.

“Got you that ice cream you kept going on about like a bloody lunatic yesterday!” He shouts, trying to distract himself from the dark thoughts that swirl into his mind.

There’s no response and the house feels empty, cold, desolate. An icy shiver runs through his spine, worst case scenarios running before his eyes. He’s left Y/N at home, having just stepped in when he went out to buy some groceries. He declined her offer of joining him when he saw how tired she looked, but now he fears it was a mistake.

He takes out the gun from its holster, slowly moving around the hallway and now that he’s closer to the back of the house, he can hear a small tune playing from the living room. He steps carefully around that particular creaky floorboard and inspects the space which seems clear. It’s only when he stands next to the kitchen island, that he sees Y/N’s head over the sofa. She’s sitting on the floor, next to the vinyl recorder, chin on her knees, hair falling around her body, as if she’s surrounded by a halo.

Raymond lowers his gun, places it on the kitchen counter, but is unsure what he should do next. This is unprecedented, having never seen Y/N this small before, shoulders hunched over as if in defeat. He makes up his mind, and sits himself on the floor next to her, back to the sofa, close enough that she can touch him if she so wants, but far enough to retreat if she wants to be left alone.

“This was my grandpa’s favourite song.” She murmurs.

She places her cheek on her knee, a movement small enough to allow him to look at her. He notices the tear stains on her face and there’s nothing he wouldn’t want to do more in that moment than to just brush his thumbs under her eyes and kiss her forehead. In time with the lyrics, she starts whispering the words, silently asking him to pay attention. He realises this is important to her, so he rests his head on the sofa and closes his eyes. He vaguely remembers buying this particular vinyl in a dingy shop, thinking it’s one of the most beautiful love songs he’s ever heard.

There’s a shift and Y/N crawls between his legs, curling in on herself on his chest. He raises his arms, placing one around her waist and another one to brush her hair. One of her palms rests on his bicep, drawing slow circles into the soft sweater, and she continues to murmur the song.

Raymond keeps his eyes closed, waiting for her to speak, revelling in the feeling of her skin. Her hair is soft and smells like vanilla, mixing in with the undertone of her cinnamon shower gel, and he wonders whether there is anything sweeter in this entire world than to hold her in his arms.

Rosalind warned him that there’s more to Y/N than the trouble she likes to stir, more than the reckless girl who lunges herself into aristocratic gossip and shitty remarks intended to shock. He’s used by now to the brash personality, peppered with unabashed flirtations and caustic curses, the brilliance of her mind whenever they debate an important subject, the vast knowledge that she still surprises him with. But this is never something he would have expected her to be. This mellow and sad part of her that she’s been hiding so well is the entire galaxy in his eyes, confusing him to no end as to why she would show it to him. She trusts you, Raymond, Rosalind’s words echo in his mind, going against all he thought he knew about her. She’ll never say it, but she’ll show you.

He kisses her temple then, a smile on his lips, but he wants to take her pain away. He wants to stop the tears from falling, although he’s not entirely sure what caused them in the first place. She looks up at him, eyes searching his face, and she kisses his jaw tentatively. It tickles her lips so she licks them, but Raymond stops her in her tracks when he kisses her cheek softly. He doesn’t move back, waiting for her reaction and there’s a question there, behind her pupils, blown wide, unsure and afraid. She moves her face closer until her breath fans over hips lips, and her body turns over his, and now they’re chest to chest. He brushes a strand of her hair behind her ear, thumb caressing the side of her neck. She leans into the touch that now moves up to her cheek, and her head rests in his palm now. She opens her eyes again, waiting, asking, hoping.

This is it, he thinks. This is enough and he gives in. Raymond kisses her then, the sweet scent of chocolate on her tongue, tentatively at first, capturing her lips in a dance that he dreamed of having – it’s different, softer, more meaningful than the rough kiss they’ve already shared. Lavishing her, hands move into his hair, while pulling and sucking at his lips. She shifts again, straddling his hips, leaning into him so he moves an arm on her waist to steady her. She moans into his mouth, the sweetest melody covering his veins and there’s fire in his lungs that spreads around his entire body. They come up for air and he peppers kisses on her brow, her cheeks, her nose, while she places her palms flat on his chest. Her forehead rests on his and there’s a moment where they just breathe each other’s air.

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me.” She whispers.

“We both know I have to bruise your ego from time to time so you can come back to reality.”

“You’re too good for me, Raymond.”

He brushes a hand over the side of her head, taming her hair after his ministrations. She leans into his touch again, filling his heart with affection.

“I’m really not, love. I’m too fucked up to ever be good enough, nevermind too good.” He smiles. “And speaking of fucked up, your brother is going to kill us if he finds out about this.”

“Well, that’s a sobering thought. Please, never speak of Mickey when we’re in this position, ok?” She chides, rubbing her hips into his to emphasise her point, which earns her a surprising whine in return. “Oooh, I like the sound of that.”

“The floor is really not the place to be doing this, babe.” He grunts, as she starts sucking and licking at his neck.

His arms find their way to her hips again, forcing her down, trying to create as much friction as possible. There’s an uncomfortable strain to his jeans, and his cock is suddenly even more alert and asking for attention. His unspoken plea is clearly understood and with a giggle, her hands fly to his belt buckle, tugging and loosening. He feels more than sees the zipper opening, fingers creeping under his shirt, leaving a burning trail on his skin. With a grunt, he grabs the back of her neck, bringing her even closer, sucking on her tongue and demanding her own breath. He pulls her sweater off with his free hand while she tries to make good work of removing his jeans.

Raymond warned her that the floor is not fit for this, so he grabs her ass and hoists her up, leaving a trail of jeans, sweaters and shirts behind them as he makes his way to the bedroom, never letting her go. He places Y/N carefully on the bed, intent on making this last, and not rush it into a quick and dirty fuck. He looks at her, splayed before him, red faced and wet lips, such expanse of bared skin just for him. He lowers himself above her, bruising her with another kiss.

“You’re mine now.” He whispers into her lips and she nods, pulling him closer.

Bloody fucking hell, Y/N Pearson will be the death of him.

[muskywolfthings]

Hi! I'm new to your page. I had just come across your a03 page, and I've gotta say, I love your work, especially the one entitled, "The Bet". Are you still taking ideas? If so, could you do another foot fetish story involving Scott and Sheriff Stilinski? Perhaps, Scott stops by to visit Stiles, but he's out. Noah then invites him in to wait for him to get back. Somehow, Scott's foot fetish is triggered. (my message is about to be cut off, so i'm going to send a follow up to this)

((This ones taken me a while to get to, so I apologize Nonnie! I just have to be in a very particular mood for the Sheriff, you know to write about him? He’s an incredibly sexy man to me, but his image is tainted a bit in my mind since realizing people write him in a lot of fics as um…lets just say a breaking point in one of the biggest ships of the show, in the most disgusting way, and its put me off of his character in fics. But every now and then i’ll forget the trauma of it all and want him as my daddy, so….here ya go XD Hope you didn’t lose faith in me, nonnie!))((Oh, and Sheriff will always be John to me, I’m too deep in fandom to care about what they say his real name is ;3))“What happened to your key?” John called, blocking the sun from his eyes with one hand as he watched Scott pause on his way up the side of the house, the only other window then the farthest in the living room here the one on the second floor. Stiles’ window. Obviously. “Uh…think it got lost somewhere in the woods? Last time I tried to use my claws to open the front lock you had to have the door replaced.” Scott reminded the older man, blushing as the memory of having to sit and watch he and Stiles dry and glue the splintered wood back together, before deciding they needed a new door altogether. An embarrassing, if not eventful day.“Stiles keeps his window lined these days, no way for you to get in even if you wanted to. I doubt the Alpha thing comes with the ability to break past every barrier. Come on inside, I’ve got a spare somewhere.” John instructed, leaving no room for argument as he made his way back around the front of the house and inside. About to kick off his work boots to get a few hours rest before his next shift, but Scott came crashing in-none of the grace you’d think a werewolf would possess following him, and they both nearly fell over. John managing to grip the hall table as Scott continued past and to the floor. Head next to his boot, and John would be lying if he said he wasn’t embarrassed by the obvious sniff and retreat Scott game towards his feet. “Sorry bout that, twelve hour shift, Stiles didn’t do the laundry this week like he was supposed to, so it was doubling up on dirty socks. I don’t even wanna know how bad they smell to you.” He laughed, trying to play it off as he shut and locked the door, completely oblivious to the way Scott’s head followed after his feet, breathing in through his mouth and adjusting his crooked cock in his jeans. 

“Stiles isn’t home, he’s out at the Hale house, doing god knows what with that man.” He had his suspicions, but he couldn’t help but wonder if two people who hated each other so much could actually be hiding a relationship. Or if anything some sort of intense sexual tension they needed to release every once in a while. He was spending more and more time over there, or at the loft Hale had purchased and begun renovating. But every time he came home he was even more frustrated then when he left. They were going to need to talk about that at some point. Maybe when the dark side of John’s mind could get past the flashes of pale skin, size difference- his boy getting stretched and fucked and taken by someone with a no doubt impressive….yeah. He was going to hell, he’d come to terms with it, but that didn’t change the fact that he didn’t want to have that conversation if he couldn’t keep flaccid while doing it. End of story.

Taking a seat at the kitchen table and swinging a leg up onto his knee, he began unlacing his boots- not expecting Stiles back for a few hours, and that would give him time to air out the house before dinner. He gestured Scott towards the nearest drawer, as he finally slid his boot off with a sigh- wiggling his toes in his drenched sock, and leaning back as the intense foot funk hit his nose. “Jesus…extra key is in that drawer, make a copy or two if you need them.” He explained, reaching down to rub the knots in his toes with a low moan, the scent of his feet now as familiar as the musk coating his fat nuts at the end of a long day. Always took a second to get used to, but much like the former, he almost couldn’t get enough of it after he started.And neither could Scott. His eyes had gone read, reflected back at him through the window above the sink as he rummaged through the drawer, setting the key out finally on the counter, and rutting against the drawer hard enough to creak the metal sliding inside. John frowned, peeling off his sock and sniffing it, before tossing it aside- taking in Scott’s hunched shoulders, and labored breathing. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he was doing. Sure it took the sheriff a few moments to catch on, but when he did, he wasn’t sure what to do. And throughout his now rigid, almost tough exterior, the sound Scott made when he spoke reminded John of when he and Stiles were young. “I’m sorry.” He whined, humping against the drawer again, and slamming it back into the rest of them with its intensity. A high pitched noise escaping between his teeth as his ears lengthened, before flattening against his skull as he looked over his shoulder at John. ‘I don’t….it smells…..fuck, I…sorry.” He was breathing so quickly John thought he might pass out, so he allowed himself just another moment to think, before picking his sock back up and tossing it over to Scott. Smirking as the boy caught it, pupils widening until the red of Scott’s eyes were nothing but slits, and he dropped to his knees. Growling as he tore the sock apart. Sniffing and licking the fabric, claws shredding it up as he did so, until there was nothing but strips and lint in a pile underneath him. “Reel it back and i’ll let you taste the real thing.” John couldn’t help himself. He felt like a pervert, holding his sweaty foot out for his sons best friend- images in his mind of Stiles when he was young, always wanting to rub John’s feet for him after his nightly patrol. Often times even kissing his toes, and John wanted to cry because it felt too good. Knowing his son practically worshiped his rank feet before bed- he’d smell it on his cheeks and lips when he’d kiss him goodnight. But right now was about Scott. Claws digging holes into the linoleum, before they retracted finally, and he scrambled across the floor to take John’s foot into his hand like it was something precious. Running his nose along the wet sole, sliding it in between his toes, before he finally allowed himself a taste. Wrapping his tongue around each toe, before sliding those plump, fang bitten lips over the biggest. Both of them moaning, John thrusting up into the hand he hadn’t even known was stroking his cock through his khakis. A wet spot already where the head was, and when he brought his hand up, he could smell his cock. Balls. Dirty and ripe, man stink at its finest. Scott could smell it too, the spike of sour earthiness, and the barest hint of cum. It drove him while, as he huffed on John’s foot like his life depended on it- his own big crooked cock out and dripping freely, foreskin pulled back tight to expose the shiny red head, throbbing. John pulled his free foot back to remove his boot and sock quickly, before lifting the warm foot up to play with Scott’s balls. Kneading them against his taint with the tops of his toes, as Scott’s cock jerked wildy and leaked all over the top of his foot. It wasn’t long before John made him switch, releasing his own cock when the quietest murmurings of ‘Daddy daddy daddy” could be heard around the boys mouthful. He needed to cum, and he was going to cum with this sweet boy taking pleasure from a mans feet. A mans funky fucking toes and stink. God, John was going to cum so hard. Maybe see if Scott would let him cum on that filthy face of his. “Who’s your daddy.” John’s voice sounded strange to even him. Too loud, too deep, too authoritative, but he loved it. And so did Scott. He froze, grinding his cock down between John’s toes as he met his gaze. “You are.” He spoke quietly, but fiercely, before licking a long stripe up John’s foot, before swallowing down his big toe like it was a cock, and Scott was thirsty for cum. “Want something to suck on, baby? Get your ass up here and swallow daddy’s cock. Come on, I see you wiggling your nose up at me. See if you can take it down to the root, get that nose in my nasty bush.” He was leaking just as much as Scott now, as he lifted his cock with one hand, and slapped it against the palm of his other. Sliding fingers beneath the foreskin to flare up the stink of old piss droplets, and cum that had stuck around after a quick morning jerk, and not a lot of time between lunch and his usual rounds. Scott roared, worrying the sheriff for only a second, before he was angling his cock between both of the older Stilinski’s feet, fucking into them quickly as he did just as John had asked him too.He wasn’t very skilled, but he took him down his throat, and for a man on an impressive, girthy eight and a half inches, it was quite the feat for a teenage boy who might have only taken one or two boy cocks into that slutty mouth of his. “Never had a daddy cock, have you boy? Never tasted a mans cock? Bet you wanted your dads. Maybe even coach at school? Huh? Ever think about them when jerking this cock?” He asked roughly, squeezing almost too tight with his feet around Scott’s cock, causing him to choke and pull off of the sheriffs cock. Trying to fuck into the too tight crevice of his feet. ‘Yes! Fuck, wanted their cocks so bad!” He shouted, almost as angry as John loosened his hold, and shoved Scott back down on his cock- gripping the hair he’d started growing out again, and fucking deep into his throat- the gagging, wet, slurping sounds coming from below- the tears and ferocity in Scott’s eyes as their gazes met again, it was all to much. “Gonna fuck cum. Don’t swallow it.” He ordered, pulling back to strip his dick in Scott’s mouth. the boy suckling at the head till John seized up off the chair and began to shoot. Grunting through every spasm, every spurt of hot cum into Scott’s mouth. Filling it up so much he could feel a pool of it around the head of his cock.Sitting back with a loud thump, and a gasp of breath, he ordered Scott to open. His mouth full of thick white cum, and John had enough energy to slide two fingers inside. Along the boys tongue, before bringing them back to taste his own spunk. Scott cried as he came across the sheriffs toes, and all over the floor. Obediently doing as he was asked, licking up the floor till there wasn’t a spot left, and cleaning himself up. “Take these home.” John sighed, still trying to catch his breath as he tied the laces of his boots together and tossed them at Scott’s feet. “Print those keys, come around any time you want another taste of that. Or if you ever want that hole fucked by a real name….and don’t tell Stiles.” He added offhandedly, lifting a brow as Scott chuckled, and shook his head. “Stiles doesn’t do the laundry so he can steal your dirty underwear and get off with them when he’s alone. Maybe talk to him sometime.” The sheriff had called him out, but the idea of incest firmly on the table, and found Scott had the same thoughts. Between the two of them, he didn’t see anything wrong in possibly giving Stiles what he wanted.Even if he had a constant source of stink and dick with Derek.But that was neither he, nor the sheriffs business.