#i really feel like my hip joints are barely holding together. my muscles feel tight from making sure i don't move wrong

[scooplery]

i have been so sick since like. july. it's driving me insane like i am so so so fucking fatigued and the only thing that helps is exercise but i am also in too much pain to move a lot of the time. i feel like if i make one wrong move, my hip joints are going to fail. i have such bad pain in my whole hip/lower back area.. i am scared that something is really wrong :'(

[blahkugo]

Omakase

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x Reader 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: 18+, smut, slight overstim, all characters are aged up, ofc. 

A/N: Happy birthday to the woman that literally birthed my blog, the writer of the best fics I’ve ever read-- *cough Notice, Seven Minutes, Of Love and Lemons, etc.*-- @lookslikeleese​. It’s 5 am right now and my brain cannot come up with the proper words, but just know I love you so much. Thank you for creating our entire friend group. I LOVE YOU. 

omakase (noun): 

(in a Japanese restaurant) a meal consisting of dishes selected by the chef; chef’s choice. 

Thirty minutes into supper with the Todorokis, you think your heart may actually stop beating. It’s not the awkward silence, nor the snowstorm of icy glares traveling across the table. You’ve long since made your peace with the scents of charred leather couches and melted silverware that linger in your hair whenever one of the men gets riled up. 

No, it’s an issue far more pressing than the typical family drama, a matter that needs to be resolved with stealth— immediately. 

It’s Shouto’s fingers, darting into his pocket and pressing a single button. It’s your heels digging into the cool tile beneath you. It’s every nerve standing on end, every passing second sending a wave of heat to your core. Your knuckles blanche, gripping the oak table with such ferocity that it may just snap, and your thighs shake, overwhelmed.

The issue is that there’s a little pink vibrator pressing against your clit and the bi-colored bastard chews his food as though this night is no different than any other. 

It doesn’t matter that the toy’s been placed at the lowest setting all night, doesn’t matter that your fingernails relieve a bit of the pressure every time you dig them into your exposed thighs. The only thought crossing your mind is your impending orgasm. How are you supposed to stifle euphoric pleasure when you’re barely able to hold it together now? 

“So, how’s that new job going?” Enji asks more out of courtesy than interest. While you typically humor his attempts at placid conversation, you’re too troubled to speak to the stoic man in front of you. What if your juices seep through your soaked panties right onto the chair? 

“It’s— ah- it’s really good.” 

And this has been your entire night thus far. Feeble efforts to remain coherent, whines and gasps hidden behind awkward coughs— anything and everything you can possibly do to maintain your dignity in the presence of your boyfriend’s father. 

“What was that funny story you were telling me earlier today?” Shouto doesn’t miss a beat, sending a quick slant your way before stuffing another bite of rice into his mouth. He knows precisely what he’s doing, can feel the pointed daggers you dig into the side of his head, but his relaxed smile reveals nothing to the three pairs of eyes gazing intently at you, awaiting your response.

“Oh, Mt. Lady, she— oh my god,” As soon as you begin speaking, he cranks the toy up to a new level. Though it’s only for a second, the sound that leaves your body is inhuman, a mortifying cross between a sob and a choke that has your palm slamming onto the table fiercely.

All at once, the table is bustling with concern for your safety. To their naive eyes, it seems you choked on a bite of food, and Fuyumi hurries to grab you a glass of water. Shouto simply remains seated, a slick grin plastered across his face at the sight of your heated cheeks and teary eyes. What the fuck could have possessed you to agree to this in the first place? 

“I-I’m okay,” you mumble out, embarrassment shaking you far worse than any sex toy ever could. And that fact— the way your eyebrows knead together in discomfort as you squirm in your seat— is precisely what Shouto wants. You’re no stranger to humiliation, no stranger to the tugging deep in your gut or the heated flush that darts onto your mattress and makes its home on your cheeks.

But this? This type of shame is foreign; it makes your head spin and refuses to waver no matter how much you silently gripe and plead. “Honestly, I feel a bit—” another pulse, another pained gasp from you, “ill.” The words barely make their way out before you’re gritting your teeth, thighs pressing together so tightly they may leave pretty purple marks. 

“Maybe I should take her upstairs,” Shouto sighs, faux apology slipping through his mouth with ease. When did the fucker get so good at lying? 

And then he’s helping you up from your seat, rubbing tender circles into your back, like any good boyfriend would. But every graze is unbearable, sends a tidal wave of warmth rushing through your core. The most innocent of touches has become obscene, twisted in a way only you and the cool man next to you are able to acknowledge. 

As you climb the stairs with shaky legs, you can only pray that the rest of the family doesn’t notice the slick juices trailing down your thighs. 

—

“Who knew dinner and a show could be so entertaining?” He teases, just barely dodging the fist you throw half-heartedly at his shoulder. His supple lips are glued into a smirk, one that probably won’t drop until the night is long over. 

“Please– I-” you attempt to stifle your moans, but in the comfort of his childhood bedroom you find yourself slipping into a high-pitched whine. “Turn it off.” He seems to debate the plea internally, slender fingers brushing over the buttons until you grip harshly at his bicep. You’ve endured enough misery to last you months. 

When he finally switches it off, you feel your entire body slacken and relief wash over you; however, it does nothing for the throbbing in your clit or the pool of desire still brimming in your core. What you crave is his touch, the warmth that pokes and prods at your every muscle, loosening each nerve until you’re a babbling mess— wholly at the mercy of his lithe fingers. 

“Shou,” you mewl, voice dripping with desperation. His eyes widen for a quick second, brows raised and shocked by your blatant come-on with his family only a level down. “I need you.” 

Those three simple words have him springing into action, shoving you against the mattress. Pinning you beneath him with ease, he hikes your skirt up to your hips before running a slender digit against your clothed slit. 

“You made a mess,” his words carry no weight, only amazement at the juices flowing freely through the thin panties and down your thighs. “Probably made a mess all over your chair too.” 

With that comment, your shame is back with a vengeance, tinging the tips of your ears and causing you to cry out. Before Shouto, you’d have never thought this sort of depraved commentary could have you shaking. Hell, you’re not sure he even knew what he was doing to you at first; ever oblivious, Shouto simply speaks his mind. 

Only when he noticed the effect of his words, did he begin using those passing observations against you. Now, he lives for your reactions, spurs you on if only to see how far a gruff remark can push you— and typically, your limit is reached in wanton sobs and bright red scratch marks down his back. 

He doesn’t bother with removing the lace panties, only tugs them to the side so he can brush his fingers against your naked slit. When he pushes a thumb against your clit, you can’t help the loud cry that escapes you. “Bite,” he offers up his wrist so that your moans don’t carry through the thin walls. 

Your teeth sink into his flesh, eliciting a sharp breath at the sudden pain. And he enjoys that part too— the lengths you’ll go to achieve pleasure, the stinging reminders of your desire. “Stay quiet for me, yeah?” He tests a finger, then two, knuckles deep in your doughy walls as you writhe on the bed. “Good girl.” 

“Mmph,” you feel your eyes roll back at the soft praise, thighs tensing as he begins to pump his digits in and out. “Faster, ah– please.” Your moans are muffled against his arm, but he complies nonetheless, fingers curling and hitting the spot that drums against your heartbeat, that rattles through your brain.

The second he brings his lips to your clit, you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. Hair slick with sweat, your hands roam through his own wet strands, gripping and tugging him closer, closer, closer. He suckles hungrily, his last meal long forgotten as he pushes you further over the edge. 

All at once, you see stars. You’re unsure whether you’re keeping quiet like he asked or sobbing loudly, the tidal wave of pleasure consumes you whole, stomach going taut and twisting as he allows you to ride out your orgasm. With the toy slowly edging you all night, this bliss feels fully merited— is exactly what you deserve after being subjected to his teasing for so long. 

Shouto only lets up when your entire body has gone slack and you push his head away. Bringing his fingers up to your supple lips, he watches hungrily as you slurp at your own slick. 

His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them, pooling with eagerness and a longing for more; he brings a thumb to his chin to wipe at your juices— licks a long stripe up the digit to fully savor you. The image is immodest at the least, animalistic at most.

It reignites your own thirst immediately. 

Though you’re exhausted, core spasming from overuse, you find yourself tugging at his waistband, pulling him close so he can sheath himself inside you in one fell thrust. 

“Fuck,” his voice is husky, groan stifled in the nook of your shoulder. “Still so fucking tight for me.” The only sounds that fill the air are your joint moans, the squeaky springs of the mattress, and the headboard clanging against the wall— sweat soaked skin as his hips snap against you. 

“Ah— please, please, please,” it seems to be the only phrase that falls from your loose lips. Every jerk sends shocks across your damp flesh, vision going foggy as he sends your brain spinning. Once again, you teeter at the edge, so close. Your legs wrap across his back, digging into the globes of his ass to pull him impossibly closer. 

“What do you want?” He grunts into your jaw, peppering wet kisses down your neck and across your chest. It may leave a mark or two, but it’s something to worry about later. 

“I–”At this point, you’re just a teary, blubbering mess, “please, Shou– need your cum.” You manage the words, knowing exactly what effect they have. His movements quicken, pace faltering as he chases his own high. 

And then, you’re both seeing stars. With one final shudder, his cock twitches, and then he’s spilling into you. Your groans intertwine, his a loud sigh of your name, you sobbing helplessly. 

Once he finally stills, he collapses on top of you, both of your chests heaving. His fingers smooth at your matted hair, whispers of ‘so good for me’ and ‘fuck, baby’ into the shell of your ear as he allows your body— still trembling uncontrollably— time to regain composure.  

Now you remember why you agreed to this little game of his.

–

“I hope you feel better,” Fuyumi hugs you goodbye, though your eyes are glazed over in post-coital bliss. Her gaze doesn’t quite meet your own, anyways. But they couldn’t have heard; you were quiet. Weren’t you? 

As you stumble into the passenger side of Shouto’s pristine Model S, you catch the gruff comment Enji murmurs to Shouto, 

“You two could stand to be a bit less obvious next time.” 

[gagmebucky]

His face dips into your shoulder and neck, lips skimming along the slope until he’s brushing your ear. “Just. . . just for added clarity, this isn’t a dream?” He’s genuinely asking, sotto voce and breathy in his wanting disbelief, but never breaking his menacing pace. “This isn’t one of my daily wet dreams about you, and I really have your soft little pussy underneath my fingers right now?”

in which you and steve share the bed. (includes agent!reader x avenger!steve rogers, masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, mild voyeur!bucky.)

do not repost.

—

Though you haven’t thought about it—at least, not before now—you don’t have a nightly routine. Other than the basics, a shower and tying your hair back in a protective style, you’re underneath the covers and it’s lights out. You don’t require anything special nor do you partake in miscellaneous habits.

You like to think that, as a trained operative, you’re grown to be adaptable in the other aspects of your life. The missions, constant moving around and shifting settings, settling down easily is a good skill to have. But there is one thing, which is your occasional insomnia, typically punctuated with a sudden upheaval of arousal. 

It’s just your luck that the hotblooded urge attacks you in the current situation—in the arms of a coworker, several feet shy of another coworker. (A part of you giggles that it’s because you’re in his arms that it’s hitting you and not that it was simply inevitable.)

The job is your run-of-the-mill observe and report but the target you’re gunning for is in the bigger leagues therefore you’re accompanied by two super soldiers who have experience with this particular enemy. But the location has a huge event in the area, and the mission was somewhat out of the blue so all the hotels were booked up. Except for this one, and it only has one room available with two queen beds. 

Agent Barnes, ever the charmer, passed out on the first before you and Agent Rogers even finished checking the place out. And Steve, ever the gentleman, insisted you take the bed and he was fine with the couch. But, you, you and your I’m-totally-cool-and-I-don’t-have-a-crush-on-you facade waved him off, assuring you’re both adults and capable of sleeping in the same bed.

The problem, you now realize, is that while you are an adult and you should be able to sleep soundly next to a coworker-slash-friend, you aren’t. Your libido, it seems, wants to spite you because the second you think you’re tired and ready to succumb to unconsciousness next to the six-foot blond, she awakens. 

Preferring to wash up last, you walked out the bathroom to find that he squished himself on one side. Which you had fondly rolled your eyes at, slipping beneath the duvet then gently tugging his broad mass over. In his sleepy state, he followed your direction seamlessly, and somehow, you two ended up tangled together. 

In the first hour, your mind drifted to very inappropriate places, depraved recollections of those videos you like to watch with one hand down your pants then more personal—but nonetheless perverted—scenarios, authored by you and starring the man beside you. 

The second hour, you registered your amoral thoughts and vehemently worked on denying any further musings as well as the intense throbbing in your nether regions. You hoped to dissuade your feelings with other topics like how you’ll handle the mission tomorrow, and the economical and sociopolitical impact of human Shrek—really, anything not the way he’s nuzzled into you, or the places that could lead.

Right now, well into the third sleepless hour, you’re recognizing how fucked you are (God, you wish you were getting fucked for real). Because you’re so horny it hurts, and there’s no possible way you can sleep until it’s been quelled, and though you’d love to sneak into the bathroom to do the deed—it’ll take you five, ten minutes top—you can’t when Steve is dead asleep and holding you so tight: which, simultaneously, is stroking the fire. Pun intended.

His body coils around yours like a second skin, defined muscular cushion felt through your and his loose shirt, his a tank while yours a tee. He’s a radiator amid an air conditioned room and sheets that aren’t the best insulators. A strong forearm is braced across your partially turned hips, long legs stretched and intertwined with yours.

Quiet breaths inhale and exhale your nape, the tip of his nose nestled against the first ridge of your spine. There’s the intermittent adjustment,  where he snuggles closer, brushing his impossibly soft lips over that spot, mumbling something like, “Don’t. . . don’t go. N - nng, stay,” when you try to slither out of bed, cementing his subconscious grip on you.   

All things considered, you don’t mind it truthfully. In fact, he’s incredibly comfortable, and that those little twitches in his slumber are incredibly cute. You just wish your center would let it be wholesome, and not twist it into something salacious. 

You ponder your options: continue to lie awake until morning, or—or, masturbate there. The position is good, really good for it, now that you think about it. 

You’re halfway on your stomach, one knee hiked high, spread, while the other stretches downward; the corresponding arm is free, though the other is tucked beneath a pillow. 

It wouldn’t take but one movement to sink your hand between that prime spot and satisfy yourself. And, yes, Bucky is snoring with his face aimed toward you, meaning if his eyes flutter open, he might make out what you’re doing in the darkness. 

But, at this point, your need has outweighed your potential embarrassment. 

Your teeth run over your lower lip then you move carefully. With your free wrist, you sink below and flush between your hips, placing the joint of your straightened elbow against his arm. And that contact while you’re doing it should put you on, seriously underline the indecency of your act. 

It doesn’t though. If you’re being honest, there’s a visceral thrill in doing something like this: beneath the nose of two powerful and handsome men, the more vanilla of the duo whose arms you’re in. Your mind echoes something about professionalism but it’s drowned out by a flood of sensations via your fingertips. 

“O - oh,” you whisper inaudibly. The position is good, better than you expected—it’s fucking ace,  you realize, shifting your weight into your fingers, rubbing two of them against your bare clit. You bury your face into the pillow, hoping to muffle your reaction to the relief beginning to course through your veins. 

You’ve always preferred to lay on your back, and to use a silicone helper. (On cases by yourself, or cases where superiors aren’t paired with you, you bring one—a vibe, a pretty color that packs enough of a punch.) But this, right here, oh, it really works. 

Your muscles strain, and your toes curl in their respective positions. That wild throbbing has spiraled into a full-bodied fever, and it’s reaching a fever pitch. You press yourself harder into the pillow, biting down so nothing can escape because here it c— 

“Nng-nng,” Steve’s groan rumbles behind you, a louder uttering than the times before, and your body turns to ice. Rustling, you can feel his long lashes fluttering against the back of your neck, eyebrows furrowing. “Hey.” The grip anchored across your waist tightens, and he breathes in: and your stomach clenches because he has to know, even when he continues groggily, “What are you - what’re you doing?”

“I—” You don’t know what you were going to say but it falls short when he moves. 

His arm lifts so he can follow yours, hands ghosting along until he reaches that spot. He sinks in with you where you’re hot and dripping, and a small choking sound escapes you at the feeling of his rough pads.

It’s then you manage a rasped, “C - can’t sleep.”

“Oh,” he says then his smile tickles your nape, swiping two passes over your slick button, and your moan widens his smile. “Then need some help?”

 Your brain may have short-circuited but you nod, jerky as it may be. “Y - yes,” you speak with a sharp gasp. “That - that would be n - nice.”

Turns out, Captain America is not as vanilla as you previously thought because he doesn’t hesitate to dig right in. His index and ring finger part your sex for his middle to hone in on your clit. Then he’s abusing it in rapid circles that besiege your nerves with stimulation. 

You aren’t expecting him to be so skilled, passionate off the brake of sleep. A high moan tears from your lips, followed by a series of squeaks and whimpers in a lame attempt to quiet yourself. Your body jolts, and your hips careen into his onslaught, encouraging that pressure in your belly. 

His face dips into your shoulder and neck, lips skimming along the slope until he’s brushing your ear. “Just. . . just for added clarity, this isn’t a dream?” He’s genuinely asking, sotto voce and breathy in his wanting disbelief, but never breaking his pace. “This isn’t one of my daily wet dreams about you, and I really have your soft little pussy underneath my fingers right now?” 

“Not - not a dream, Steve!” you gasp, outright writhing into his palm. The fingers you had on yourself are now clawing at the sheets while your frame shakes. “Definitely not a dream.” 

“And those pretty sounds are because of me?” he wonders, a raggedness to his voice that’s mimicked in his merciless fingers. “These f - fucking whimpers and moans you’re makin’. . . trying to muffle so Bucky won’t hear are for me?” 

“God, yes,” you choke, squeezing your eyes shut because his best friend is snoring softly, and you don’t know how but you just know that he’ll know if he awakens now. You rationalize that the embarrassment will be less so long as you don’t see whether his gaze flickers open—which there is a high probability of happening since you’re doing a shit job at being discreet.  

“Okay, good,” he exhales before his teeth latch onto the vulnerable part of your neck, tongue lulling out to soothe the sting, and your entirety is  bucking into him, calling out for the remedy only he has. “Oh, shit - shit. You’re soft—sweet Jesus—you’re soft. I didn’t think someone could be this soft—fuck.”

You swear to God he’s doing his hardest to have you wake up his counterpart because his words are gasoline to a glowing blue fire. His name is a desperate cry on the tip of your tongue, and you’re trying to hold back but between his husky baritone in your ear and swirling caress, it’s becoming impossible. 

“And God, you’re really . . . you’re drenching my fingers and the sheets. How long - how long were you touching yourself in my arms before I woke up? ‘Cause fucking hell, honey.” There’s this almost feral guttural groan he makes on the petname, and it rattles between your thighs.  

“S - Steve—“ you warble, half-whimpered; you’re crossed in warning him about your lack of control and moaning his praise.

“I knew I smelled something sweet, and it’s you. You. You’re sweet, so sweet—“ 

And that’s it. The volcano explodes, and you come crumbling into his hand. In more ways than one because thankfully, he knows you’re going to scream his name and the arm propped beneath the pillow slides under and around to clamp over your vibrating mouth. 

It’s pure euphoria pumping through your blood, lasting far longer than you could have ever caused on your own, possessing you in sporadic tremors until you slump in his arms. Panting, your muscles relax, and he reaffirms his grip on you more comfortably. 

When the stars dissipate and you think you’ve regained your sense, you force yourself to face him because the mortification wants to rear its head, never mind your now sleepy state. Despite the darkness, you can discern some of his handsome features, and it comforts you. 

“T - thanks,” you murmur; you aren’t sure what to say. 

“No, no,” he murmurs back, and his crystal blue eyes are raking over your face. “Thank you. The pleasure was mine. Next time, don’t hesitate to ask ‘cause I - I’ve been thinkin’ about that—thinking about you for awhile now.”

The admission graces a smile on your lips, and you wiggle closer, leaning forward to seal the deal while he does the same. Before you can, however, a voice breaks through the moment: 

“Well, I hope you’re both happy because I’m awake and I’m hard now.”

[littleoddwriter]

Bored | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader | Smut

"hello I have a request as usual  (nsf/w as warned lol) Prompt 24 "I am working here!" (sorry don't know the exact line.) Roman Sionis x male!reader. Reader is needy as usual for reasons (idk, woke up after a particular dream, is just horny because he is, wants Roman, take your pick) but Roman is working in the living room or in the club or something and so he really can't just abandon that for reader because it's ~important work~. Reader keeps badgering him and whining for him so eventually roman snaps (hence that line) and yeah, the whole cock warming etc ensues, you know what I mean" @iscariot-rising​

summary; You’re bored and horny and want attention from Roman, who is working. Smut ensues. This is really just PWP.

notes; KINKS: Daddy!Kink; Degradation (Reader is being called a ‘whore’ and a ‘slut’); Dom/Sub; Cockwarming; Facefucking; Fingersucking; Bratting (i guess); Subspace. Male!Reader; PWP; Lemon; Smut; Boredom; Horniness; Roman is beautiful. 

You were bored out of your mind. Not having much, or anything really, to do you didn't know what to make of yourself for the day; and usually you would do something with Roman, whatever he felt like doing, but he was working. He sat at the dining table in front of his laptop and typing away on some things. You didn't know what he was doing and which of his businesses it concerned, but you really wanted him to stop and pay attention to you instead.

Lying on the chaise longue that was closest to the dining table, you looked at him.

You've been looking at him for a while; and you knew that he was trying to ignore the feeling of your eyes on him. Your gaze roamed over his body, picking out details about him; like how his hair wasn't done as nicely as usual, a few strands loose and hanging over his forehead, and how he didn't use hair gel to put it into place, so it looked fluffy and soft. He also didn't bother to put on one of his many suits, instead he sat there in his purple silk robe, a grey soft cotton shirt that still cost more than your smartphone, and his pyjama pants with his face printed on them, such as his slippers with his initials on them. It was a favourite of yours. He looked delectable in everything he wore, but fuck, you really liked it when he just looked comfortable and less well put together. It turned you on. Which, fair enough, wasn't hard for him to achieve; you were horny for him basically all day, every day as it was.

When you were bored, you usually were also extra horny. It was just how it worked for you. Usually, you would have resorted to getting yourself off, but since you've been with Roman that was barely needed anymore and frankly, it left you feeling unsatisfied.

Instead you thought that Roman should take a break from working anyway; he's been at it for at least two hours straight, so that would be fair.

So you whined, pathetically and unmistakebly wanton, and elongating each syllable, "Daddy."

Roman ignored you, not even glancing at you or stopping to type. Nothing.

Pouting, you did it again.

Still no reaction.

Fine then.

"Daddy, I'm bored! Bored and horny. Daddy, please." You were laying it on thick, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

That got a bit of a reaction out of him; he stopped typing for a moment, closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath. Then he continued to ignore you. Pity.

Standing up, you sauntered over to him, swaying your hips a little. He paid you no mind. When you reached him, you draped your arms over his shoulders and leaned your forehead against the back of his head. Fuck, his hair really was as soft as it looked. Nuzzling it, you withdrew your arms so far, that your hands sat on his shoulders. You squeezed them, kneading the tense muscles there.

"Daddy, please pay attention to me. Please, I need you!" You whined again, pressing kisses into his hair.

"I'm trying to fucking work here! So, could you stop fucking annoying me? Fuck!" He growled.

For a short moment, you faltered, unsure if he really wanted you to stop entirely, or if perhaps he was just playing it up. It was always hard to tell with him.

When he didn't try to pry out of your hands on him, though, you were fairly sure that he was alright with it after all and just playing along.

"But Daddy, I really need you! You wouldn't want me to go and just get myself off, would you?"

Roman sighed, sounding annoyed with you, and leaned back against you. Promptly, he grabbed one of your hands and tugged you forward. You lost your balance and came around the chair he was sitting on, when you felt a little more steady again. Standing next to him, he looked up at you, your hand still tightly grasped in his own.

"You wanna play with Daddy, even though he is so very busy, huh, baby boy?" He rasped, a playfully dangerous edge to his voice and eyes.

You swallowed thickly, already so fucking aroused by him; you could only nod dumbly.

"Use your words, sweet boy. I've taught you better than this, haven't I?"

"Y-yes, Daddy. Please, I need you, I can't wait till you're done."

"Well then, baby, I don't want to keep you waiting any longer, now do I?" You shook your head. "No, of course I don't. Why don't you go and get yourself a pillow from the chaise longue, hm?"

He let go of your wrist after you whimpered a 'yes, Daddy' once more, and then you went and got one of the many pillows. You chose your favourite, the really fluffy one with the orange fur on top.

Coming back to him, you stood just a few inches away from him, the pillow close to your chest, enveloped by your arms. "What now, Daddy?"

"Now, I'd like you to get in between my legs and on your knees, like a good little boy, 'kay?" As he said that, he spread his legs wide enough for you to fit in between.

Without hesitation, you got under the table, put the pillow on the floor and kneeled on it. Then you looked up at him, smiling and looking eager as ever.

"Good boy," he cooed and you bit your lower lip in response, shivering slightly.

He lifted his hips slightly, as he pulled down his pants. Of course he wasn't wearing any underwear, so he pulled them down just far enough that he could pull out his half-hard cock comfortably. Your mouth watered at the sight. You'd never get over how fucking perfect it was; to you anyway.

"Keep it warm then, will you? No sucking, no bobbing your head - just keep it in your mouth and hold still. 'Kay?"

"Yes, Daddy! Anything for you," you moaned, grinning stupidly up at him.

"Dumb little slut," he murmured, smirking down at you. "C'mon then, Daddy won't ask again," he rasped and gripped the back of your head tightly, pulling you forward and into his crotch.

You let loose another lewd moan and mouthed at his cock a little, licking over it and pressing open mouthed, panting kisses on it. Roman pulled on your hair to get you back on track, as you got so distracted by having his dick in your face. You stopped mouthing at him and instead put him in your mouth just far enough to not breach your throat, so you could still breathe shallowly. Then you leaned your head against his thigh, unseeingly looking up at him through your lashes. He loosened his grip on your hair and stroked it gently.

"That's my good boy, hm?" You made an excited, affirmative sound in the back of your throat. "Yes, you are. Now, promise to keep still and let me finish my work. When I'm done, I'll play with you properly, 'kay?"

You gave him a thumbs up and relaxed into having his softening cock in your mouth.

Drool formed in the corners of your mouth and your bottom lip, running down your chin. You weren't allowed to suckle or swallow, so you didn't, and let it all flow instead. Usually, you didn't like it, and neither did Roman; but in moments like that your mind was blissfully empty and Sionis liked to indulge you. So, neither of you could really give a fuck about the drool making a mess of your shirt, his pants, and the pillow below you.

You couldn't possibly tell how long it's been, but your joints and your neck were rather stiff, when Roman pulled on your hair again to make you pay attention and get off his cock. Still a little behind on everything happening, you slowly rose your head from his thigh and let his cock slip from your mouth; a trail of spit and a little precome connecting your lips to his length.

"What a good boy you are, hm? Kept still the entire two hours I've had you on your knees here. Aw, baby, let's go then, have a bit of real fun. What does that sound like to you, sweet boy?" Roman cooed stroking your hair gently and as if you were a dog, rather than a person.

"Love it, please, Daddy, want you," you slurred, smiling up at him.

Gently, he held your jaw away from himself as he pushed out the chair and stood up, smirking down at you.

"I'm going to fuck your face, 'kay, baby?"

You could only nod frantically, despite the grip on your jaw.

He gripped his cock with his own hand and moved it up and down, swirling over the head and making himself groan, as he got hard. When he was fully erect, he buried both of his hands in your hair and gripped onto your head tightly, but not painfully so. You opened your mouth wide for him, and then he was already guiding his hard cock into your waiting, spit-slick mouth. Both of you moaned at that.

Then he started moving, first thrusting in shallowly, yet with force behind it. When he felt like you got used to it enough, he moved his hips quicker and with more intent, shoving his cock down your throat repeatedly, until he kept it there, buried down your tight, convulsing throat. Tears started to roll down your cheeks then, your face red, your eyes unseeing.

He pulled out when you could barely keep your eyes open anymore. Roman gave you a few seconds to breathe and then he was back inside and down your throat once more. That process was repeated a few times, until eventually, he kept his cockhead in your mouth and jacked himself off, coming in your mouth with loud groans.

You moaned lewdly, and as if it was the best thing in the world, which to you, in this moment - it was.

When he was done, he tucked himself back into his pants and looked down at you. You had a stupid, happy smile on your face, and showed off your empty mouth, after having swallowed down his load.

You were hard and aching in your pants, and you wanted to come so desperately, but you couldn't make yourself signalise it in any way, too fucked out already.

"Aw, baby, look at you. Absolutely fucking ruined. You're such a filthy fucking whore for Daddy, aren't you?" His voice was raw and husky now, it made you whine wantonly.

"Yes, Daddy!" It was barely intelligible at all.

"Get yourself off for me, will you? Right here, right now. But don't make a mess of the floor, 'kay?" Roman commanded you.

Obediently as ever, you nodded and got your own hard cock out of your sweat pants. To wet your hand and make the slide of it a little easier, you put your fingers in your mouth and drooled all over your hand for a minute, still looking up at Roman with such desperation and adoration in your eyes.

When you deemed your hand wet enough, you wrapped it around your cock and started moving it up and down roughly in a quick pace. Roman kept cooing and rasping filthy shit to you and you came impossibly quick, making an even bigger mess of your shirt and sweat pants than before already. You moaned loudly all the way through it, but focused on not getting anything on the floor. Satisfied, you noted that your come only landed on your clothes, and your hand, and nothing else.

Afterwards, you were panting, red-faced and looking fucked out in the best possible way.

"Thank you, Daddy!" You slurred.

"You're welcome, baby," Roman replied and helped you to stand up and into the nearest bathroom. 

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Family Drama

Masterlist

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Daddy Kink, Swearing, Angsty, Infertility, Bullying

A/n:wow so this has been written for about three weeks, I honestly was never going to post it , a little to close to home ,but wrighting it made me feel better and it might make someone else feel better abput certain topics, this was hard to write but I do hope you enjoy it

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters​ @thatgirly81​

You introduce your new boyfreind to your family  but a spiteful sister tries to ruin what you and Henry have.

Family Drama

You were nervous. You'd been in a relationship with Henry for four months now but had kept it quiet, wanting to have a stong relationship before letting the media know. Especialy now that that it had been leaked that he was going to be playing Superman  again he seemed to be under more media scrutiny.That being said you'd both let your family closest to you know that you were seeing people. But for you you'd only told your mum she knew how you'd met and she knew he was an actor but that was it. Not that you didnt trust her because you did two peas in a pod no it you'd left out his surname so that she couldnt let it slip to your older sister. Your very jealous ,entitled ,narrsasistic older sister. The problem was that you'd been invited to your brothers yearly birthday bbq in a few days. You hadnt mentioned it to Henry yet worried it was too soon for all the family drama that could correction would come of it. You sighed sitting in his living room snuggling with kal as henry took a shower hed just come back from a run determined to get in better shape for his new role kal lounged across you reciveing a veriaty of hugs and kisses. Henry entered the living room in a loose shorts and tshirt damp hair hanging low on his forhead. Taking a seat next to you pullingnyour legs and kal to rest on his legs one hand stroking your calf his smiled faltered when he took in your thoughtfull face.

"You ok hun?" He said as his brow furrowed you leaned your head back on the sofa looking at him running your hand casually through kal's fur.

"Its my brothers birthday this weekend he's having a bbq" you heaved a big sigh as he listened intently as you  continued

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to go or not it might be to early for that" you mumbled more to yourself than anything. His eyes widened as he realized what you were getting at. you'd told him about your family how you and your mum were super close and one of a kind, you got on well with your brother Dean fine having shared interests. Then there was your sister Camille,  your both very different people and you found it hard to get along with her ,bottom line is she was the youngest spoilt princess untill you were born 10 years after her and she never forgave you for it. He nodded to you knowing how hard it was between the both of you.

"I'd love to go I've been thinking of asking to meet your family, I know we decided to take is slow but I love you and this is the real deal." He said relaxing and worrying you at the same time.

"Really? You don't mind? Even though you know theres going to be drama? and my nieces and nephews are probably going to call you superman?" since dating him you thought it'd be a good idea to watch a few of his films and could kick yourself for not recognising him from a few. He squeezed your leg reasuringly "I dont mind I want you know I'm there for you and I love you"  he said leaning over kal kissing you lightly before ushering him off so he lie over you as the kiss got heated resulting in him resting between your thighs as he rocked deliberatly against you before running kisses down your neck.

"How do you feel about showing up to the party with a few of my marks?" You giggled at that slapping his arm lightly.

"You know sometimes I wonder when my shy sweet man turned into a horndog?"  resting over you on his hands leaning in stealing kisses before sucking deep marks on your neck nudging your tshirt to the side leaving another between your neck and collar bone you moaned lightly as he rubbed against your mound chuckling into your shoulder.

"Sounds like I'm not the only horndog" he said grinding harder against you letting you feel him hardening you pouted.

"Hey don't steal my thunder" he leaned up off you before pulling of his top. No matter how many times you saw him he still took your breath away especially since he was determined to bulk up more befor filming. Your heat clenched in anticipation as he made a show of flexing his muscles throwing away his tshirt. He wasted no time tugging the bottom of your shirt over your head dragging your sports bra with it leaving  his eye blown wide as he  drank in the sight of you bare before him. Licking his lips as he dived in kissing and suckling at your breast then teasingly rolled your nipples between his teeth, you bucked up into him moaning making him groan low in his chest your smugness didnt last long tho as he flipped you over onto your knees below him leaning forward you grabbed the arm of the sofa for leverage. You loved how he could manoeuvre you any way he liked. You giggled then slid back rubbing your ass along his prominent bulge then made small circular motions tormenting him as you rocked forward and back he hissed grabbing your hips holding you still against him befor a heavy palm slapped your ass.

"Little brat" he growled then ran his fingers against your slit as your enterance wept in anticipation,  you gripped arm of the sofa tighter between your fingers moaning loud as he continued teasing your wet opening. He arched over you chest flat against your back and used one hand to pull your hair tilting your head back the other tore your shorts and panties down your thighs.

"Think you can tease me and get away with it missy?" He grunted in your ear leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your neck biting hard and sucking again as he shimmied his shorts down just enough to pull out his cock rubbing his weeping head against your clit tapping it harshly making you squeel as your arousal seeped onto him  you cried out as he drew lines along your pussy lips he pushed forward nugding the fat head of his cock to your opening teasingly withdrawing before repeating the movement moveing deeper.

"Fuck please Henry please dont tease I'm sorry" you gasped out when he kissed your cheek and pushed in to you slowly savouring the feel of your walls clench him tightly sucking him in deeper you always felt imposibly full as his hips rested flush against you the head of his cock resting snug against your cervix you moaned out loud when he began rocking the veins on his cock massaged your walls with delicious friction he leaned back hand still pulling your head back. Before grinding against your clit and curving his hips forceing you to arch your back following his movment up you grunted out a moan.

"Ready baby?" You nodded using what little slack he had given you on your hair. "Fuck yes oh god please" you whined looking back up at him eyes glazed over he pulled his hips back snapping them forward not hesitating he set a brutal pace driving you wild.

"Fucking little tease! You think its a good idea to tease daddy?" You whined at the back of your throat shaking your head as he spanked you again

"I asked you a question bratt!" You cried out as his palm struck you again

"N-no daddy I'm sorry daddy please please let me cum please" he grunted out a laugh at your desperate plee you hissed at the slight pain of him bumping against your cervix. He released your hair choosing to wrap his fingers around your throat tight enough to restict your pants pausing he set one foot flat on the floor and pulled you back towards him with one hand then returned to his punishing pace, with every thrust tilting his hips up slightly the new angle made you see star as he was brushing your swollen clit.

"God you take me so well baby girl fuck your still so tight" you opend your mouth in a silent scream tucking your head down as you trembled your pussy clamping down on him uncontrollably.

"Oh fuck I'm close so close" he breathe down your back moving his hand down between your legs to flick at your clit harshly pinching it that was all it took you squeeled loud as you came around him in violent tremors thrusting into you before holding still grunting loud as he peaked inside of you grinding against you determined to make your joint orgasms last, you whimpered as you felt him pour into you, both heaving deep breaths. He breathed out a laugh releasing you patting your hip as he sat down dragging your limp body onto his lap relaxing and pulled your panties back up over your hips keeping his seed smeard against you for as long as he could, you'd found that he was quite a possesive man and was  throughly turned on knowing he was smeard between your thighs. He turned your face kissing you passionately before running his hand down your neck smirking Traceing the three love bites he had left two on yout neck one above the other and the thrid on your collar bone you smiled giggling at him when he picked you up heading towards the bedroom knowing that there was atleast one more round instore today and probably a few more tonight.

You rung your hands together today was the day you'd let your family know that you were bringing someone to the bbq your mum was thrilled to finally put a face to the man who'd made you so happy, Dean seemed happy that you'd found someone and Camille, well she was less than thrilled she prefered that you'd remain single so she could rub her new husband and son in your face and make offhanded comments about how you'd never find a husband like she had. Not that you wanted what she had, a childish husband that refuses to get a job to provide for his family and was creeepy enough to make your skin crawl. He was a boy you wanted a man.You sighed checking your phone again Henry was supposed to pick you up but had to take a call about delays to the filming schedule now you were going there with your mum and Henry was going to arrive a little late. You forced a smile as your mum pulled up beside you quickly leaving your house warnkng your babies to be good. She noticed you were a little tense.

"Whatever happens just remember he loves you Y/n and he is there for you" you nodded

"I know I'm just nervous I hope you like him" she smiled before pulling away from the curb

"I've seen how happy he makes you trust me I'll love him" she reassured you in only a way a mother could. Then raised an eyebrow at your neck you blushed as you knew what she was looking at.

"Not sure how your brothers going to react to his baby sister smothered in those" you groaned leaning back into the seat as she laughed

"Didn't think of that... it was his idea and I can't exactly stop him or want to if I'm Honest" she snorted at that. It was a short drive to Dean's house you were greeted by an entourage of excited nieces and nephews quickly wrestling each of them for kisses and cuddles before following them into the garden as they made a bee line to the trampoline you heard a scoff.

"Thought you were bringing someone? I was quiet looking forward to meeting your mysterious other half" dripping with sarcasm you ignored her and sat down across from her calling out a greeting to Dean who was cooking at the built in bbq he waved the spatular.

"He had to take a call about rearranging the flights" you replied not wanting to ignore her completly and rock the boat already. You felt eyes on you and realised that your sister in law had clocked onto your neck.

"Oh someones been getting it, I'm looking forward to meeting him you've been together what three months?" she teased plafully you got on well with her and was closer in age. You blushed beet red befor pulling out your phone as you recived a text it was Henry telling you he was 10 minutes away turn out he was just being told his new flight dates you smiled and left it on the table. You nodded at her Camille sneered but caught herself plastering a kind looking smile.

"Yeah I dont understand why you kept it quiet. Your not embarrased of him are you?" She asked bitingly you frowned as you poured yourself a lemonade sipping it collecting yourself before answering

"No I'd never be embarrassed of him. But we thought we would take it slow and see where it goes befor diving right in" she chuckled sipping her drink as you said his name.

"He's an actor isn't he? so what is he one of those actors that works on indie films? Or a proper actor? would I have seen him in anything? is one of those 'actors' always in the background" You growled a little as she laughed then you smirked at this looking at her scrawny husbands arms both covered in dc sleeve tattoos Camille may not recognise him but her husband definatly would.

"Yeah maybe ,he has been in quite a few things, tv show and some big blockbusters." You leaned forward drinking a few mouthfuls to hide a smirk ,today you were going to finally shut her up the greatest revenge for all her years of tearing you down was proving her wrong. She had spent so long since you grew up knockjng you back drummjng into you that no one would ever want you that it had caused a few problems with Henry in the beginning,�� it had taken a lot of convincing but finally you were happy and confident that someone did want you and he was incredible. Today was the day you could be a little smug.

"Well he can't be that big of a deal if he is with you now can he?" She giggled hoisting her son up onto her lap coddling him, you frowned.

"Well he is working on a big one now, a sequel" she snorted again taking a sip of her wine.

"Really?" You clenched your fists in irritation wanting to defend your man

"Yes he works for dc" her husband looked up smiling

"Really? Dc comics?" You smiled leaning back knowing his intrest would push her buttons you nodded.

"Yeah not sure how much I can say tho, but thats what the phonecalls are about today, something came up with one of his costars so they have had a change in the dates he is just getting the new flight details" he nodded smileing you could see he was excited tdying to think of who it was, you wont say you want it to be a shock as childish as that was, you had a good smart god of a man and you wanted to show him off, rub him in your sisters face. You smiled as Camille started sneering even tho your still nervous your brother came over to the table placing down a large tray of sausages burgers and chicken kababs.

"Wheres your other half?" he said as everyone dug in you smiled accepting a plate off one of you nieces who was diligantly passing them out you quickly caled her as she made to go past you.

"Lotty can I have another one darling?" She nodded confused but still handed you one. You turned to your brother

"He'll be here in a minute, he had a work thing that couldn't wait." He nodded "Wana explain them before he gets here?" He nodded to your neck teasing you as he piled his plate. You blushed

"Uh haha well we got a little carried away after his workout this morning....I'd rather not say more then that." You said quietly helping yourself to a burger and some salad. He smirked at you ruffling your hair

"Finally growing up eh? Just be safe" You slapped his had away with a quiet fuck off the banter was cut short as your sister scoffed.

"Be safe not like shes gonna get pregnant" you stopped smileing hurt by the comment as she chose that moment to hug her eighteen month old son, it was true you couldnt but she didn have to be such a bitch about it, she saw you as less of a woman now, her view was a woman wasnt a true woman if she did not have children, an ideal that she had spent her whole life wrapped around a desperate need for a baby and somehow she was better than you because she had a baby and you were never going to, and never missed a chance to remind you that you'd never be 'complete' as she puts it, never find someone who'd stay with you when they found out children was not an option for you, it had been confirmed you pretty much couldn't have kids there was the a very very very slim chance youd ever conceive, so low youd been told to think of yourself as barren and in the miracle that you did fall pregnant  you probably wouldnt carry to term, since then she had made sure to beat you down with it, it was still a fresh wound a difficult thing for any woman to accept but your not even in your thirties which somehow made it even worse, not that you planned any kids, you actually never wanted them it was always 'maybe one day' but there is a difference between choosing not to have them and being told you can't.

"Why the fuck have you gotta bring that up like that for?! Stop being such a bitch about it!" Your brother came to your defence she slid back cradeling the toddler smugly. Suddenly any argument brewing was halted by the door bell you shoke your head making to move but moved faster when you heard a loud array of shouts and yells of excitment from the house your eyes bugged out as your older nephews ran out of the back door dragging Henry behind them.

"Look look its Superman! Dad dad look he knows aunty Y/n" Silence fell across the table as the kids made a fuss over Henry who was starting to chuckle nerously.Your brother in law gapped at Henry dropping his fork your brothers wife rose her eyebrows then tilted her head nodding saying 'you did well' Camille was just blinking, she looked broken .

"Oi what have I told you about opening that front door to strangers?" Your brother broke the silence scolding his son david who replied naively.

"But hes not a stranger,  its Superman, hes not bad, he's a good guy." 

"Hey babe turns out I was only 5 away." He chuckled as david watched in awe as 'superman' leaned in and kissed you on the lips then held his hand out to Dean. "Im Henry ,sorry I'm late-" he snapped his head down as david and tyson clambered around him pulling at his top a little

"Oh my god auty y/n are you dateing superman!?!"

"Are is he gonna be our uncle? Are you going to marry her?"

"Can you take me flying? What does it feel like?"  Henry chuckled at the boys as they practically vibrated with excitement. Henry nodded down at the boys

"Well boys we aren't getting married yet but we are dating, but I dont think your mum will like me flying around with you yet, maybe when your older?" they smiled at Henry then continued asking him tonnes of questions soon all of the kids were surronding him you smiled apologetically but he just laughed answering all their questions, playing along for them not wanting to upset them after a few mineuts the excitment died down and they were ushered back to the smaller table to have lunch by their parents, he rubbed the back of your neck quickly reassuring you before stopping near your brother who shrugged.

"Sorry about the kids..."

"Its perfectly fine,I get it all the time ...I'm just happy I've made a good impression on some of y/n family at least, sorry for being late I had to reschedule a few flights and stuff" they shook hands.

"Dean her brother, and don't worry about it works work and its good your serious about it, a better first impression than some" he replied casting your sisters hunsband a look that no one missed as Henry sat down beside you placeing an arm across your shoulders. Kissing the side of your head.

"So you gonna introduce me love?"  He asked motioning around the table everyone Camille release her husbands hand batting at him as he reached out for her thrusting her son at him then placed one hand in her lap and leant over the table holding out her hand as if he should kiss it giving him sultry eyes trying to entice him.

"Im Camille y/n's older sister" she said fluttering her eyelashes at him you tensed knowing what she was doing. Henry grasped her offered hand and shook it. Causing your mum to snort a laugh into her glass and others to chuckle. Camille has done this before, the only other serious relationship you had ended cos of arguments about how he acted with her, tho back then she wasn't married.  Pulling back Henry smiled at her and casually ran his fingers across your lovebite riddled neck, then pulled you in placing another kiss to it making you giggle pushing him away, but he fought a little capturing your hands kissing your palms. You smiled as she clenched the hand he shook into a fist before lowering it beside her plate. Henry was a master of posessive gestures but she had got the message

"Nice to meet you. And this is your husband?" He said politely charming voice. She bristled as she watched him tuck you into his side leaning back watching as her husband shook his hand and started kissing his ass, she slumped back huffing and levled her man with a look making him sit back and let you finish introduceing him to everyone happy that your man had your back.

"So the kids called you Superman? I dont think I've seen your version, I'm sure I'd have remembered seeing you in a tight suit" she dropped her voice and twiddled with her straw her husband gulped

"I have been trying to get you to watch it with me but you said you don't do nerdy shit" he spoke upand you giggled as she gapped flstered, Henry just smirked tugging holding your leg beneath the table patting it softly as you tensed.

"Well thats a shame tho I know that heros aren't evenyones thing, But yes I've played superman in man of steel and soon we will be filming Batman vs Superman so I'm excited for that"  you giggled

"And I for one am definitely looking forward to that" he laughed out loud poking your side

"And I wonder why?" You giggled at him

"Well I'm looking forward to getting the bed to myself for a few weeks" he shook his head

"Like you sleep on the bed? Babe you sleep on top of me I dont think youve touched the mattress...wait scratch that I know you have~" you stuttered as the others rolled their eyes chuckling you slaped his arm lightly as he joined in wriggling his eyebrows at you, you noticed from the side of your eye Camille moved closer to him, leaning over the table fluttering her eyes and squeezing her chest to show off her assets, you cringed biting your lip as he gave her a smile and cleared his throat look then cast his gaze to you, you must have taken his smile as the wrong way as you looked down he sighed moving his hand up your thigh then leaned in to you whispering in your ear

"And this is why you should have let me cum in your panties before you left, it would have been a reminder that you are mine, the only one for me, but I suppose we will just have to remember next time" he parted from your ear with a quick but very noticable nip on your ear lobe you shuddered blushing bright red looking at him bashfully before he plucked a cherry tomato from your plate winking as he popped it in his mouth.

"So your stepping into the role again? can't wait for that?" Your brother in law said enthusiastically Your sister fumed quietly to herself watching as Henry had snubbed her for you, she didn't know what he had said but it was something that made you embarrassed he wiped his mouth with a napkin as he nodded.

"Yeah filming starts in a few months.... now anyway which reminds me babe you need to sort out your passport" you blinked at him

"What? why?" He grinned at you

"Well I know how much you liked the last suit so I did some talking to the director and you my love have been invited on set for a few weeks....So we need to get your passport sorted I was hopeing to take you with me, they said it'd be fine for you to bunk with me and Kal for a few weeks if your up for it" you furrowed your brows

"You told them I like the suit?! You-really Henry?" He gave you a cheeky grin

"Well I didnt say the words but... he knew what I meant" you gave him a look and sighed shaking your head at him, deep down he was a child

"Seriously their okay with that? You wont mind me on set I mean your going to be busy" He smiled nodding quickly

"Yes Id love to have you there, we do that sometimes have our other halves come over to see us work for a while, youll get to see some of the filming and meet the others, we can spend a few nights in a hotel to if you want you know go about town anyway they gave me to okay so think it over" you smiled nodding makingnhim beam at you.

"You should go! I can take the dogs for a few weeks" your mum added snickering at the face your sister pulled as she thumped her glass down. Henry was was trying to make a point you could tell by the way he lathered you with attention more then usual,unable to keep his hands off of you, always kissing or leaning into you as he spoke with the others around the table. He seemed to get on well with everyone, your mum loved him and Dean seemed to like the his banter he fit in well with you all ,so well he was already going on a fishing trip with your brother in a few weeks, you were relaxed you had expected him to get on with your family and he had been ignoring the way your sister was trying desperately trying to flirt with him beautifuly evading all her little tricks and counteracting  all her digs he seemed to get annoyed  and eventually brought up about her wedding again useing the opportunity and switched talking to her husband who was being a right little fanboy asking for an autograph and gushing over him which pissed her off even more the final straw was when the kids got him with their water guns and found themselves casually tossed in the pool one by one by him and dean both shaking their heads they both pulled off their tops. You watched as everyone raised brows at him you licked your lips as your sister in law leaned in

"Your a lucky bitch you know that?" You both giggled

"Trust me it gets better, you want to see his thighs" she scoffed

"Fuck thighs I want to see his cock, details bitch details!"

"Leathal and addictive" You both laughed loud drawing his attention from his conversation with Dean, he raised an eyebrow at youshaking his head when you both became bright red

"I think our women are being cheeky" he smirked as you both blushed and began giggleing again, Camille was sitting drooling over him as he walked around her to the washing line throwing his and deans tshirts over it, he froze frowning when your sister placed a hand on his torso and moved up to his chest firmly.

"Wow so thats what you were hiding beneath all that?" he cleared his throat nodding then batted away her hand sat back down you grunted wanting to smack her one he stopped you kissing your cheek trying to calm you down.

"But then again you'd have to have muscles to move her about with the extra weight she carries" there were gasps and growls from around the table you froze henry growled a little his eye became cold.

"Well I think a woman should be just that...a woman big or small doesn't matter...Tho personally I'm an ass man  and your sisters is fantastic, isn't that right sweetheart?" You flushed as he rounded the table again then scopped you into his lap wrapping his arms around you under your bust making them rise a little

"And these can't forget them either" you giggled as he quickly stole kisses from you once that little ploy failed she was quiet sulking to herself watching as you and henry kept on slowly picking at the food on his plate conversation flowed nicely, that is until camille spoke up again this time going in for the kill.

"So Henry how do you feel about kids?" She asked everyone around the table stopped. Oh shit here we go.

"Camille!" Your mum warned but it was too late Henry smiled at he placing a hand on your thigh.

"Well its early days we haven't discussed it but I'd love to have kids some day and if everything goes according to plan it will be with y/n" you turned to him sharply dreading. He unknowingly walked into your sisters trap. Your heart broke at his admission and he saw it on your face as he glanced at you. In the background you heard your sister gasping.

"Oh no I'm sorry seeing as you were serious I thought you'd spoke to him." She freighned and apologetic look. It took every once of self control not to fly at her over the table.

"Tell me what?" Henry asked befor his eyes widened. Shit. Here it comes again the talk and enevitable break up. You couldn't have kids plain and simple. And no one wanted a young woman who would never be able to give him a child of his own. You gave one last tearfull look to tyour snake of a sister.

"Your a cruel bitch!" then got up leaving the table Henry right behind you as you got in the kitchen. Sitting down at the table you hung your head low hideing your tears as you knew the best thing to happen to you was about to leave.

"I knew this was a stupid idea" you managed between your sobs as you heard angry voices out side you go to move but he stops you. He leant down infront of you making you look at him.

"Hey it wasn't,no dont worry about them...Come on baby look at me." You shook your head befor quickly having him tuck you into his chest rocking you lightly calming you down. You hugged him tight trying to savour the last little comfort he was going to give you.

"Sweetheart I'm sorry its something we should have talked about Before starting to have sex huh?" He said kissing your head as he tilted your face to look at him smoothing your hair wiping your tears away with his thumb, reaching over you he tore off some kitchen roll before dabbing yout face with it and handing it to you as you unwound your arms from his waist feeling the cold prickles of dread in your stomach. Taking a deep shakey breath you steeled yourself for what was to come. He leaned against the table beside you waiting patiently.

"I.. she did this on purpose Henry love....I love you...B-but I can't have kids, well Its very unlikley....They said its nearly impossible.....I'm sorry so sorry...Youd make a great dad and I want you to know I understand....If its something you really want then we should cut our losses now befor-" you jumped as he growled gripping your chin forcing you to meet his gaze, he was stern, upset and angry. "You are not leaving me. Not over this. I meant what I said in the garden I'd love to have a family someday and if we can't have children of out own then there are other options. God knows that there are hundreds of children in the system that are waiting for loving homes to be adopted into and if we really want to go through the whole nine yards then we can have a surrogate." You gaped at him shaking your head

"Wh-what you dont understand I cant- Im not a true woman! I'm never going to give you-"

"Enough! I dont ever want to hear you say that again! A true woman , of coures you are! Your mine and who cares we can have kids other ways...Children do not make you a true woman or not I love you and we can find a way if we want our own... I suppose Camille  put that stupid thought in your head?"

"Shes right what kind of woman cant-Im broken Henry! How can you be okay with this?" You shrugged unable to continue as you began trying to fighr back sobs still not believing he would stay. He deserves a happy home full of love and family.

"I dont care love" he grabbed you shaking your shoulders a little desperate for you to look him in the eye

"I dont care I fell in love with you, not for the fact you could give me children or not, but your kind and funny and...your my soul mate I.Love.you dont you understand that, I want you no one else and this will make us stonger, you are perfect and you are not broken you my better half and my woman... My stunning, perfect woman Y/n and we are not over,I'm not leaving you and you are certainly not leaving me not over this" you sniffled still confused not fully understanding what was going on. 'Why is he saying this? Why hasn't he left? The others did' you frowned at him

"Wh-what? No yo-you should be angry...Leaving...no one wants a young woman who can't give them children of their own" You mumbled confused at him he sighed again befor loweing down to eye level releasing his grip on your chin and carassed your face lightly you shuddered leaning into him.

"Sweetheart in case you havent realised children isn't the be all and end all for me, we can find another way later down the line, besides you said its very unlikely not impossible and if we decided to try for kids you can bet your ass I will be fucking you full every chance I get! Fuck I might even tie you to the bed for a week or so and that my love is a promise and a threat.. .Really this is my fault we should have spoke about this before starting to have sex I was a little to eager in that respect." You blushed remebering just how eager he was not that he was the only one. He kissed your cheek.

"I love you, so much and I'm planning on being with you for as long as you can stand me" he said before kissing you passionatly pulling you up and sitting you on the table standing between your parted knees he pulled away. 

"You really don't have a problem with it?" He shook his head before attaching himself to you again tangeling tongues holding you tightly against his chest trying to pour all his feelings into you.

"Problem? With the enevitable fuck fest? Babe I'm a man. And like I said if that doesn't work we have options" you smiled tugging him back down giving him a tender kiss that got deeper as he pulled ou forward you heard someone clear their throat making you jump away. Peering around Henry you saw dean standing at the door arms folded you flushed and shrunk.

"So I take it by the way your sucking on my baby sister theres no need for me to,kick the shit outta you?" He asked casually Henry chuckled squeezing your hips holding you still as you tried to shimmy off the table around him.

"No sir, got it all straightened out. Haven't we babe?" You nodded sheepishly

"Good cos I don't feel like having my ass handed to me in front of my own kids...I mean I know I wouldn't win but I'd have to try...being that little twats older brother and all" you smiled at him Henry laughed

"Trust me we are good, just needed to clear the air, you know how she gets always thinking the worst,  a habbit I'm slowly breaking" Dean nodded smileing as you was tucked up in Henry's arm's as he pulled you from the table all three of you snapped your head to the door as you heard a loud cry then heels stomping into the kitchen from the garden, camille was clutching her face supporting a bloodied nose she sneared at you venomously

"Well I hope your fucking happy! Walking in here thinking your better than everyone! He probably isn't even with you! A fucking look alike escort pathetic!" You grit your teeth

"What's pathetic is a fucking married woman jealous of her baby sister! Grow up for fuck sake you are not gods gift! god sake just threw yourself at my boyfriend infront of your whole family including your husband and son" she took a step back looking for a quick escape, you'd never stood up to her like this before.

"You spent years trying to knock me down and for what? Jealousy hatred you know I don't know what I've done you make you hate me but I'm sick of trying to make it up to you, from now on you can go fuck yourself, I spent years looking up to you, wanting what you had but now I see you never had anything not really, it was always someone elses man, someone elses baby to fawn over ,your other halfs cars you had fuck all yourself and now what you've got isn't fucking worth having so you have to make yourself feel better by stomping all over me the first time I've seen it clear as day your fucking jealous!" She sniffed blinking stunned that you snapped back, you pointed at her face ignoring the way Henry moved to pull you back if you start swinging.

"I've had it, don't ever talk to me again, ever and I truly mean that, we. are. done." She took another step back shocked before screeching.

"What?"

"I mean it, this is the last straw for me, we're done I'm done you tried to sabotage the best thing thats ever happened to me because you hate the idea of me somehow out doing you. Fuck you. As far as I'm concered I have no sister" she looked upset and went to touch you but you flinched away.

"Y/n you can't mean-"

"Your a toxic and childish person Camille, come back when you grow up until then stay the fuck away" she tried blinking back tears, she never expected for you to cut her out of your life, it hurt deep she looked down then quickly made her way past you through the kitchen her husband carrying their toddler behind her looking thoughrly embarassed

"Y/n I'm really sorry-"

"Fuck off, your just as bad! You were made for each other" he sighed glancing at the others in the room before following her out seconds later the front door slammed shut so hard it shook the interior walls. You and dean shared a look turning as your mum who had been by the back door watching walked into the kitched going over to the sink she turnt on the tap running her hand under cold water.

"I don't think we will see her for a while." She said quietly as she stopped the tap "Henry could you pass me the kitchen roll please" he did as he was asked. Dean spoke up in disbelief.

"Did you just smack her?" She shook her head

"No no of course not, you should know by now I punch, that was way out of line and she knew it, then she started mouthing off to me when I told her some home truths having the audacity to try and turn it around playing the victim I've had enough of her shit stirring in this family." You mother said as she placed the kitchen roll on her red knuckles. Dean scoffed out a laugh

"Fucking typical the one time she gets what she deserves and I fucking miss it." You giggle a little. Yeah it was typical. Your mum aproached Henry.

"Im sorry you had to see that ,its not usually this bad... but this was coming for a long time, I don't know whats up with that girl but she doesn't think anyone but her has the right to be happy, everything is a competition , shes spent years putting y/n down and it must have really boiled her piss that y/n has found happiness with a handsome successful man ,she has to be top dog today she learnt she isnt. Henry I can't thank you enough for giving Y/n the confidence she needed to snap back, I've watched that girl tear y/n apart for years and none of us could give her the boost she needed to sort it out but you did." Your mother explained. Henry smiled down at you kissing your head .

"No need to apologise or thank me, y/n warned me but I thought she may have exaggerated, I was caught off gaurd and that was my fault... And we never spoke about children...if we do want them in the future we will find a way" He said sheepishly before pulling you towards him you smiled as he wrapped his arm around you keeping you as close to him as possible. It was then that david came running in. 

"Dad can we have cake now?" Dean nodded to him and ushered you all out into the garden for cake henry sat and dragged you onto his lap kissing the back of your neck lightly as you both dug into your cake.

"You ok now love?" You nodded leaning back on his chest finishing your mouthfull then reaching up you kissed under his jaw.

"Yeah I'm perfect." He ran his nose along the shell of your ear.

"Really? you've had a stressfull day, I think I might have to help you de-stress once we get home." He whispered heatedly you laughed at him as he ran his nose along your neck biting softly.

"Oi loverboy back up thats my baby sister." Dean said waving a fork at you both Henry pulled back a little with a cheeky grin.

"Yes sir, we will keep it pg....untill we get to the car" Dean laughed as the blushed slapping his arm

"Henry no!" He grinned before trapping you in a bear hug shouting

"Henry yes!" Before sucking on your neck making you wriggle trying to squirm away as everyone laughed watching your antics, finally he stopped and kissed your cheek before you both relaxed watching the kids run around hyped on sugar, you leaned back against him as he hummed into the back of your neck giving a quick kiss.That was when it really sunk in that he was still here. He still wanted you. Tears welled in your eyes as you realised it was all going to be ok. You tucked your head in his neck hiding your tears of relief.

"I love you." You mumbled into his chest he wrapped his arm around you tighter resting his face in your hair.

"I love you too" ending with a kiss on your hair looking up he saw your mum and brother looking at him  questioning what was going on he mouthed 'relief' you them and they nodded in understanding as you snuggled into him more.

[falling-fineline]

Rest It On Your Fingertips

(Cake Hoodings one shot)

hi! you can call me elle!

this is my first cake ever one-shot!

ive never written anything like this before so please be kind and i did write this in 2 days while i was high and horny and thinking about calum and luke.

the following one shot does have references to self-harm so tread lightly.

other than that, this is just a angsty smutty fluffy mess! hope you like it! please reblog or like this post if you do or you can read it on ao3

come talk with me! im swear i dont bite! xx

“Heeeeey, you said I could have the last puff,” Luke whines, sticking out his bottom lip.

Even from right beside him as he pulls on the rooch, eyes hooded, Calum can see how chewed up his boyfriend’s bottom lip is. His teeth working relentlessly ever since the two of them started smoking after their show. For a brief moment, Calum wonders why the other was so nervous as he turns to face luke on the bed, slowly mo0ving his left hand to grasp Luke’s chin. Leaning in, the older bloke blew the last of their shared joint into the other's lips.

Calum’s lips lingered on luke’s for just a moment before he leant back on the headboard, admiring Luke’s side profile as he exhales out slowly, the smoke curling around in the air in front of them. Casted by the low lamp light, Luke’s nose looks more fairy-like against the stark shadows.

Luke hums contently, eyes closed, a huge grin on his lips. Luke tilts his head back as he too leaned back against the headboard, relaxing into the wooden board as the high seeps through him. He’s on the good side of buzzed, feeling warmth circling through his veins, slouching further into the mattress.

Calum glances and notices that Luke has his eyes closed. Feeling unusually brave, (probably from the weed), Calum leans in and licks a bold strip up the side of Luke’s left cheek. His tongue runs along Luke’s beard, getting a loud open-mouthed laugh bursting out of the blond.

“That tickles!” Luke’s shaking shoulders from his laughter bumps into calum’s black vest cladded chest.

Luke’s black leather jacket hung in the bathroom to air dry out the smells of a 2 hour show. The blond lad’s red silk button up looked blood red under the warm hotel room lights. Calum can’t help but run his hands slowly down from Luke’s chin, trailing down the button band, first through Luke’s chest hair, fingers moving on to clink his finger nails against the bottoms, small clacking sounds is barely heard over the sound of music that’s playing from calum’s Bluetooth speaker.

Luke’s eyes flutter open as he senses the warmth radiating off calum’s hands casting over his chest as it hovers there, actions paused for a moment.

Today was Calum and Luke’s one month anniversary of when Calum asked a shy looking luke out, a blush painted on the blond’s cheeks as the younger lad had nodded fervently with a huge his playing on his lips. His lips. Which were nervously being bitten. Why was he nervous? It could be because of the conversation they had this morning.

Luke had clung longer than usual when they had their morning cuddles. When Calum asked his boyfriend what was on his mind, the blond took a breathe and answered into calum’s stomach.

“I want us to finally have sex tonight..After the show. Like all the way. I want to celebrate tonight. I want you in me, Cal.” Luke’s voice had tapered off toward the end, getting more and more anxious the longer he went on. Calum had scooped Luke into his arms and hugged him tight, lifting the other off their feet. Luke had laughed open mouthed like he does when he’s happy.

Fast forward to now, where Calum can clearly see the blond’s growing bulge that’s hidden under cotton white Calvin klein briefs. Clearly ready for their first time together. Calum noticed that Luke always got horny when they got high. Whereas Calum got mellow, calmer, more observant of his surroundings. And it wasn’t until recently that Calum caught on that yes Luke was affectionate but he was also trying to flirt with Calum when he was high. Having the edge off from the weed had helped Luke’s courage and self-esteem a lot.

Calum had also noticed that Luke’s hands unconsciously played with the bottom hems of his briefs, pulling them down further his pale thighs whenever they rode up from movement.

“What’s got my pretty boy’s head all worked up?” Calum asked the blond lad across from him. Both hands coming down to hold and steady Luke’s nervous pair. Although every other part of look is hot to the touch, his hands remain cold. Poor circulation do to his nerves probably.

“I’m nervous of how you’ll… react.” Luke said into his chest, head bowed down to hide his face from Calum’s view. Hands squeezing shut under calum’s tattooed pair.

“React to what?”

In the dim bed side light that’s casting over Luke’s face, it looks as if Luke’s eyes are filled to the brim with tears, holding it back for the sake of show. The blond's cheeks grow hot in embarrassment even though he doesn’t know why because he’s cried in front of Calum before.

“You’re my best friend, bandmate and boyfriend, babe, you can tell me anything that’s on your mind and hopefully I’ll help you alleviate your troubles.” Calum strokes his thumb across the backs of Luke’s hands to try to ease him down, try not to get him too worked up. His other hand came up to stroke across the bottom of Luke’s left eye and swiped some tears away.

“I’d like to keep my shirt on if that’s alright with you.” Luke said firmly, looking up into calum’s eyes to communicate his conviction.

“Of course, whatever you’re comfortable with, pet.”

Luke blushes a light shade of pink at the pet name. And, with new found courage, the blond closes the distance between their lips. Mouths working together, the kiss begins at a slow tempo, hands roaming bodies as lightly as the afternoon wind sweeps over red dessert peaks and valleys. The kiss turns breathless when Calum’s hands wander past Luke’s perky nipples, erected due to the immense pleasure and connection he’s feeling between them. The brunette takes his time kissing down Luke’s torso, nuzzling his face into blond curly chest hair to get a breathless laugh from Luke.

Usually, when the two of them get intimate, it’s usually Calum receiving pleasure while luke eagerly gives it. They have had their fair share of dressing room quick blowjobs. And it’s not that Calum doesn’t have love to give back. He has so much actually, but luke always pushes his hands away or if the blond does get really eager for relief, he keeps his briefs on while Calum sucked him off.

Calum never questioned Luke on why he keeps certain clothes on during sex, but he chalks it up to Luke slowly opening up to him and being more and more comfortable when the two of them get intimate.

So when Calum goes to remove Luke’s briefs, he looks up to the blond and asks “Is it alright if I take this off for you?”

Calum can feel the blond’s muscles tighten then release for a moment before he answers with a quiet “yes”.

Agonizingly slow, Calum takes off Luke’s briefs, Luke lifting up his bum to help his boyfriend with the process. When they get settled again, Luke’s briefs thrown beside the bed, Calum finally understands why Luke had been nervous about. Or really, Calum sees them.

Thin messy white lines of healed scar tissue line Luke’s inner thighs, strokes beside one another in a somewhat orderly fashion. Not one of them are any longer than 5cm in length, but the sheer amount of them made beside one another is jarring. Calum feels Luke’s eyes on him as the brunet takes it all in.

“Y-you don’t have to… pay any mind to them.” Luke’s voice trembles a bit as his left hand goes to grab a hold of calum’s hand, grasping it tightly.

Calum’s eyes are filled with unshed tears as he softly uses his free hand to stroke over the fading scars. There’s roughly 30 odd lines riddled into Luke’s fleshy skin, on each thigh.

In a quiet whisper, Calum asks “Can I know when it started?”

Luke answers a while later. “The breakup with her was hard for me to… process. And then when we came off tour, I was all alone in my house and I-… it was like I was in my own personal purgatory. It was Ashton that actually found me in my bathroom,” The blond gulps, eyes casted downwards. “after I had cut myself particularly too hard, I had panicked and called Ash. He came into my house but for a while I didn’t open the bathroom door for him. I was so ashamed. I was scared too though. So the fear brought me to opening the door for Ash and when he saw how pale I was, how unwell I was, he asked me to move in with him for a while. Until I got back on my feet.”

The blond lulled his head until it landed in the crooks of calum’s shoulder. Calum leans his head into Luke’s for a moment then speaks.

“Luke Hemmings, I love you so damn much. You are the strongest person I know and you’ve come so far. So so far. You are a bright light in my life that I look forward to seeing and loving every single day. So Luke, will you let me take care of you tonight?” Calum’s hands start to sweat as he waits for the blond to answer.

“Yeah, alright.” Luke whispers, closing his eyes as he moves to get settled on the bed with a pillow put behind his head.

Calum’s about to stick his pointer finger into his mouth to lube it up with spit when Luke’s eyes snap open and he grabs a hold of calum’s hand mid air. Luke slowly recloses his eyes as he sticks calum’s pointer finger into his mouth, pink lips surrounding his knuckle. A low moan is hummed around calum’s finger as Luke lows down at Calum, where he’s lying his head on Luke’s hip, eyes hooded but Calum can see a glassy sheen to Luke’s eyes that tell him that he’s feeling mighty good right now.

That sparkle in his eyes, coupled with the low moans emitting from the blond’s mouth has got Calum frantically giving himself a quick squeeze to relieve some pressure.

Taking his finger out of Luke’s mouth, Luke eagerly watches his boyfriend strategically lube his other fingers with the slick split luke provided. Once Covered optimally, in one swift motion, Calum inserts a lubed up pointer finger into Luke’s hole as his mouth grabs a hold of Luke’s dick and swallows him down, sliding his finger in matching the slow pace.

Luke’s eyes are glued to the brunet, mesmerized, as his boyfriend enthusiastically bobs up and down his hardened cock, slick with spit. Calum pops off Luke’s cock and starts jerking him off in a more rapid pace, his fingers gaining speed. Somewhere between Calum playing with Luke’s balls and Luke, he swears to God, moaning out calum’s name when his fingers curve and hit his prostate, calum’s got 3 fingers in luke.

“so…fucking deep” A moan breaks out at the end of his sentence and Luke’s hips jerk up unconsciously, trying to shove his cock into the back of calum’s throat.

Calum’s gagging on it, sloppy sounds emit from the bed that would make anyone blush if heard. Calum loves how Luke’s fully letting himself feel the high and the pleasure of being pleased for once. A silent moan fits on the blond’s lips as he says “I need you, right now, please” It comes out like a breatheless whine towards the end but seeing luke ask for what he wants is turning calum on more than he thought was possible. Calum let’s Luke’s dick slip out of his pink overworked mouth to speak.

“you want my cock in you, pet?” calum’s voice is hoarse and so fucked out it’s the hottest thing Luke’s every heard. Calum takes out his 3 fingers, just to shove them back up to his knuckles as his tongue licks a strip up Luke’s being cock, pre cum spewing from the tip and onto his stomach. Luke’s hazy mind didn’t register the question that was directed towards him until a moment later. Luke’s gaze wanders from his dick up to calum’s moving mouth, and sees his own pre cum is gathered by the side of calum’s left side of his lips. Luke feels himself get impossibly harder at the raunchy sight.

“what?” Luke asks, speech delayed.

“I asked if you’re ready for me now, babe.” Calum sits up, adjusting his seating position so his own erection isn't squished. Luke was so caught up in his own pleasure that he forgot about his boyfriend.

A frown forms on the blond’s lips as he reaches for calum’s bulge. “Baby, I’m sorry I-“ Calum kindly swats Luke’s sloth like hands away before he cuts him off.

“I said that I’ll take care of you tonight, didn’t I? So that’s what I’m gonna do, will you let me?” Calum brings a hand to run through the blond locks in front of him.

Luke nods, so Calum takes his hand out of Luke’s hair, sets it beside his head on the pillow. The other hand jerks himself off a few strokes. Lining up his cock, Calum leans down to kiss Luke as he pushes in slowly, to the hilt.

A low groan escapes from Luke’s mouth as a moan comes out of calum’s as he resists the urge to pull out to pump back in again so early.

“You feeling alright, love?” Calum breathes the words onto Luke’s lips as the blond nods and says “Move.”

Calum wastes no time and pumps into Luke like all the times he’s fantasized about this moment in locker room showers.

Luke’s got his eyes scrunched shut, his legs bouncing around calum’s round hips. Soft “uh uh uh’s” stream out of luke’s pink lips. Luke tightens his legs around Calum, all while he sticks his tongue down calum’s throat, wrapping both hands around calum’s neck, holding him there for a moment.

They kiss fervently, Like tasting himself on calum’s lips. They kiss as if tomorrow will never come and tonight is the last chance to show their love for each other. Calum shifts his hips, circling them in a way that’s got them both moaning a string of curse words at the pleasure.

The sounds of skin slapping on slick skin echo around the walls as the sounds of harry styles’ tune Medicine starts to play.

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

Treat you like a gentleman

Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline

I think I’m gonna stick with you

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

Rest it on your fingertips

Up to your mouth, feeling it out

Feeling it out

Calum swirls his tongue around Luke’s mouth, playing tag with the blond’s active tongue.

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted

And when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you tasted

Calum’s steady rhythm rocks into Luke, a rhythmic thud can be heard as the headboard bangs against the wall.

If you go out tonight, I’m going out ‘cause I know you’re persuasive

You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it

We’re getting dizzy, oh, we’re getting dizzy, oh

La la la la la

You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

Luke begins stroking his own cock, his mind muddle by the weed and absolute euphoria he felt running through his veins. Heat began to gather in his stomach as his orgasm began to build.

Tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes

Tingle running through my bones

The boys and the girls are in

I mess around with him

And I’m okay with it

“Where to do want me to cum?” Calum pants into Luke’s right ear, hips never tiring their movements as they ram into the blond’s hole, skin slapping on skin.

I’m coming down, I figured out I kinda like it

And when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you ride it

“cum inside me, please cal, I want you to cum inside, I want your load in me god I want it so bad please please please.” Luke sounds so gone, speaking mindlessly, words meshing into the next, slurring speech. Calum pulls back his head and sees that Luke’s already looking at him. His blue eyes are bleary, constantly glancing from side to side, trying to focus on calum’s warm brown ones. Pupils blown, can barely see where the baby blues have gone in the heat of ecstasy. Sweat seeps into the pillow under luke’s head, moisture on his forehead. Curls unruly and matted against his face. Mouth hanging open has he’s pounded by his boyfriend. Luke Hemmings looking like this, fucked out and on the edge of climax, was a sight for calum’s sore eyes only.

If you go out tonight, I’m going out ‘cause I know you’re persuasive

You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it

We’re getting dizzy, oh, we’re getting dizzy, oh

La la la la la

You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted

Luke cums with a shout of calum’s name, eyes scrunched shut as his body spasms with pleasure. He paints his stomach with his spunk, white goop sticky on his stomach and chest. Although he slumps back onto the bed a little bit, he pulls calum’s head down beside his and starts whispering into the brunet’s ear, under the sound of music playing.

If you go out tonight, I’m going out ‘cause I know you’re persuasive

You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it

We’re getting dizzy, oh, we’re getting dizzy, oh

La la la la la

You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

“I want you to fill me up, Cal, release your load into me, let me milk you out cal, milk you out with my tight tight hole. I wanna feel you pulse in me cal, Calum, Mmm.” Calum pumps one final time before he buries his face into the crook of Luke’s neck, teeth grabbing onto flex as he cums inside Luke’s hole, teeth biting down momentarily. That’s going to leave a mark. Oops.

As they both come down from their highs, Calum pulls out of Luke slowly. White spunk drip out of Luke’s hole into a small puddle onto the bed sheets.

Luke cuddles into calum’s shoulder, chest rising evenly as it falls with each breath he takes. Minds coming down from their own orgasmic highs.

“Thanks for that. I felt so good. So..loved.” Luke blushes a bit at his remark, then a small grin settles on his lips. He turns around onto his stomach, still lying on Calum. Calum eyes crinkle before he speaks.

“I love you and I want you to know that your light shines brighter than the gold glitter you put on your eyelids before you go on stage. Your light is so unique and irreplaceable. I look forward to loving you more and more each day so please, stay.” Calum annunciates the last word with a soft peck of his lips against the blond’s.

Luke does continue on. Staying by calum’s side, in the band, in the world. He surrounds himself with the loved ones he had once convinced himself that they didn’t love him back. He is well loved by all, especially Calum.

Some days are harder than the others, with Luke bed ridden for days on end. Boxes upon boxes of tissues are used up to soak up at the tears he’s got to shed. Or he’d be numb out of his mind, staring out the bus window, trying to actually See what’s in front of himself and not just noticing it.

Other times, he takes petunia out for walks and works out with Calum and goes to the studio with Ash and plays Mario Kart with Michael.

Luke takes it one day at a time.

[yikesharringrove]

hmm maybe a steve who has been billy’s best friend since he was a kid and he always gets jealous when billy tells him about his latest fuck. he would try to laugh it off whenever billy does that, but one time when they’re getting high steve’s dumbass tells billy without noticing about how jealous he gets and how he would want billy to fuck him instead and billy just stares at him and goes ”you want me to fuck you, princess?” and after a minute steve just nods and says ”uh huh” and then they fuck

Smut

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Steve is not a blushing virgin.

And he’s certainly not a prude, but whenever Billy goes into graphic detail about the people he sleeps with, the things they do, Steve’s stomach goes tight, his heart speeds up, and he feels, feels sweaty.

He thought it was the visceral way Billy would describe each girl’s pussy, and when Billy one night, high as a fucking kite, let slip he doesn’t actually like sleeping with girls, that he prefers a boy under him, Steve just figured it was his own ingrained homophobia that would rear it’s ugly head when Billy would let smoke pour out of his mouth, talk with his hands while saying and this guy, he was so fucking TIGHT, I swear I could barely even get inside.

So they’re spending the weekend at Steve’s, and Steve was playing a fun game with himself, taking a hit each time Billy said some derivative of the world hole, when it hit him like a ton of fucking bricks.

It was jealousy.

He wanted to be the boy Billy fucked against a bathroom stall in some seedy club, wanted to be his to be the hole Billy shoved his tongue inside, used three fingers to make room for his cock.

Once Steve realized it, he felt like a fucking idiot.

it was so obvious, that’s what was happening.

Had been happening since they were eleven and Billy told him he kissed Lisa Carmichael under the bleachers.

“Stevie!”

He snapped back to himself, looking over at Billy.

“You were zoned out hard.” Billy took the joint from his fingers, taking a hit. “What’s got your brain all worked up?”

“Nothing.” Billy blew out a cloud of smoke.

“Don’t lie.” Steve shrugged at him.

Billy got a familiar, and very wicked look in his eye.

“Bill, Bill no.” Steve was horrified, trying to scoot up the bed to relative safety when Billy launched himself, pining Steve down easily, and fucking tickling him..

Steve was writhing around, laughing loudly, his face red, his stomach already sore.

“C’mon, Pretty Boy! This torture could all be over if you just tell me.” Steve was trying not to think about how Billy could pin him down, could hold him down.

“Billy! Stop!” Steve shrieked.

“There’s only one way to make it stop! Tell me what you’re thinking about!”

“About how jealous I am! That I want you to fuck me.”

Everything stopped.

Steve didn’t even realize he had spoken.

Billy was staring at him, eyes wide.

“What?”

“Are you, are you aware of what you just said?” Steve thought for a second, his mouth going dry.

“Um, can we just pretend that I didn’t say anything?”

“Absolutely not.” Steve’s face was going hot.

Billy bent over him, his forearms on either side of his head.

Their faces were inches apart, Steve was refusing to look him in the eye.

“You want me to fuck you, Princess?”

Steve’s breath caught in his chest.

He bit his lip.

“Yeah. Always have.”

Billy connected their lips.

Steve felt like he was on fire. The kiss was sloppy, dirty, messy.

But fucking amazing.

Steve let Billy take control, let him open Steve’s mouth with his tongue, just moaned softly into his mouth.

Billy ground his hips down, and Steve could feel his was fucking hard.

He sat up, looking down at Steve, his eyes dark.

“How you want me, Baby? Always wanted ta take you real slow. Watch you fall apart.”

Steve’s eyes were wide.

“You, you always wanted?”

“Jesus Christ, Steve. I’ve been fucking in love with you since I was a kid. You’re literally the reason I know I’m gay.”

“Oh my God. I seriously just realized I’m, someone that likes boys. Or at least, likes you.”

Billy tossed his head back as he laughed, the room echoing with his roar.

“Took you long enough.”

Billy swung himself off of Steve, standing next to the bed.

He began rummaging through his bedside drawer.

“You got lube?”

“No. I don’t really use it.”

“Even when you jack off?”

“Nah. I, uh, I get real wet.” Steve’s cheeks burned as Billy looked at him.

“Oh my God. You’re so fucking hot.” Billy made a show of adjusting himself in his jeans before going back to his task.

He found a jar of Vaseline, shrugging at it.

“You’re gonna have to get lube if we keep doin’ this.” Steve sat up as Billy took of his shirt, tossing the Vaseline down on the bed.

“I, um, are we gonna keep doing this?” Billy looked at him intensely.

“Steve, when I said I’m in love with you, I fucking meant it.”

Steve gaped at him.

“I think I’m in love with you too.”

Billy looked like a little kid when he grinned, so bright and fucking giddy.

“Take off your damn clothes, then. I wanna do this.”

Steve wriggled awkwardly out of his clothes as Billy kicked off his jeans.

Billy stared at him, drinking in his body.

They had practically grown up together, they had seen each other naked plenty of times.

But seeing Billy’s cock, hard against his stomach, flushed red, uncut, and fucking thick, Steve felt his mouth water.

“Can I suck your dick?” His eyes widen as Billy’s cock gave a visible kick.

“I’ve literally dreamt of hearing you say those words.”

Steve stood up from the bed, and sunk to his knees, right there in front of Billy.

Billy’s eyes were huge as Steve took him in hand, looking up at him.

He looked back at his cock.

Okay, Steve. You got this.

He leaned forward, licking up the length of his cock.

Billy shuddered as Steve licked him, tonguing at his slit.

He opened his mouth, took all of him as deep as he could go.

Billy sighed out, one hand threading into Steve’s hair, just, holding, let Steve do all the work, let him set a sloppy pace.

Steve kinda, he kinda liked his mouth being full of Billy’s cock, liked how the smooth skin felt against his tongue, the roof of his mouth. He even liked the taste, the musky sort of flavor, the bitterness of precum.

He lost himself as he bobbed his head, fluttering his tongue along the underside of Billy’s cock.

Billy tugged gently as his hair.

“Baby, don’t wanna cum yet.”

Billy looked fucking wrecked, his chest was heaving, his lips parted.

“Wanna cum inside you.” Steve fucking whined at the idea.

Billy helped him up, pushing him back onto the bed.

Steve let him move him, let Billy settle himself between his legs. Billy just stared at him, made Steve feel exposed.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Billy’s voice was soft. “Absolutely perfect.”

He pressed his hands up Steve’s thighs, spreading his legs, feeling the soft skin. He pushed his body close, kissing him some more as he fumbled with the Vaseline, spreading it over a few of his fingers.

He pulled away slightly as he dipped his hand low, circling his hole with one finger.

“I’ll stop if you want. If it feels bad or anything.”

“I know you will.” Billy pushed his finger in.

It felt odd, just some pressure. Steve didn’t mind it, but also didn’t really get it. But he let Billy kiss his neck, bite and suck, leave marks in his wake.

He was used to one finger by now, was alright with the alick feeling of it sliding in and out of him.

He pressed his toe to Billy’s thigh.

“You can add another.” Billy’s breath was hot against his neck, two fingers tight in his ass.

The stretch burned, Billy’s fingers were thick, clever in the way they curled inside of him, rubbed and prodded.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. It’s a little sore but-”

He saw fucking stars as Billy pressed his fingers just so, made fire zip up Steve’s spine. Billy was grinning at him, poking that spot again and again, make Steve cry out.

There was a steady drip of precum on his stomach, and he felt like he could snap, could cum at any second.

“Jeez, Sugar, you weren’t lyin’ about gettin’ all wet.” And he trailed down Steve’s body to lap at the small puddle, slurp it up as he pushed in another finger.

“I’m so, I’m so close, Bill. Just fuck me.”

Billy stilled for a moment, looking up at Steve.

“You’re so perfect.” He pressed an open mouthed kiss to Steve’s hip before pulling his fingers out.

He slicked up his cock with the Vaseline, shuffling closer to Steve.

“Are you sure?” Billy’s eyes were sharp.

“I’m so sure.”

Steve felt like if Billy didn’t fuck him right then, he was gonna lose his damn mind.

Billy shuffled closer, beginning to press in.

He leaned over Steve, linking their hands together, kissing him so soft.

They took a second when Billy bottomed out, just breathing together.

“I love you. I fucking love you.” Billy began to move, punching the breath right out of Steve’s lungs.

“I love you too,” Steve breathed into his ear. Billy ducked down to kiss at his neck. His pace was slow, his body moving softly on top of Steve’s.

It was overwhelming, Billy on top of him, Billy inside of him.

He buried his face in Billy’s hair, breathing him in.

He felt so full, stretched wide around Billy’s cock. His mouth was hot on his neck, leaving kisses and soft scrapes of his teeth.

Steve was so close to the edge, was toeing the line of orgasm.

He wrapped his arms around Billy’s shoulders, feeling his soft skin, his hard muscle.

“Stevie, I’m gonna-”

“Me too.”

When Billy came, his back tightened. He moaned softly into Steve’s ear, and Steve could feel him, spilling hot and wet inside of him.

It pushed Steve.

He arched into Billy, holding him tight.

They were breathing heavy, still locked together.

“I never wanna be with anyone but you.” Steve just barely heard his soft voice.

“Me neither, you’re the only one.”

And Billy’s eyes were so bright, so blue when he looked up at Steve, and his smile was blinding.

[langdxn]

Omg I love this song idea so much! How about Love Bites by Def Leppard? 💕

So this was a pretty popular request! I’ve also had (quite) a few asks for some Xavier goodness with mixtapes so I’ve merged them all together, I hope that’s okay! This is quite sub!Xavier too and fluffy as hell, so be warned... 🖤🖤🖤

“Fuck you, Xavier, I knew you stole my Hall and Oates!”

A tornado of cassette tapes and receipts circled the front seat as Chet furiously rummaged through the glove box of the Vanta-C.

“Oh please, Chet, don’t pretend you have good taste in music,” Xavier cast a salacious grin over to his passenger, snowed under a pile of parking tickets and rolling papers. “I’ve seen your collection and there’s way too much Whitney Houston in there.”

“Blasphemy!” Ray chimed in from beside you. “There’s no such thing as too much Whitney Houston!”

“You keep telling yourself that, Mr Pet Shop Boys,” Xavier barked back.

“Hey, that’s my Billy Idol!” Montana screeched was a cassette tape flew in her direction. “I’ve been looking for this for weeks, Klepto Plympton!”

“I can’t be held responsible for you jerks littering up my van!” Xavier shrugged, his cut-off jade vest emphasising every single slick movement of his muscles.

Tossing aside an empty hip flask, a distinctive red tape with a Tipp-Exed label fell right into Chet’s hands.

“What’s this?” Chet raved, holding it aloft like a trophy, noticing your name scrawled into the bumpy white sticker. “Is this a mixtape for the shy one?”

“I—uhh,” Xavier stuttered, frantically searching for an explanation, his gaze fixed on the red tape in Chet’s hand as if willing it to not exist. “She needed a new tape for her metal aerobics class, didn’t you babe?”

You leaned forward in your seat in the far back corner, speechless. The whole gang turned to face you, intently watching your reaction to the development.

“Bullshit, Plympton, she’s just as surprised as we are.” Ray landed a reassuring hand on your knee. “Looks like our Xav’s got the hots for you, pretty girl!”

“Then let’s hear it,” Chet slotted the tape into the cassette player, rubbing his hands together as he waited for the first notes.

“Shut up guys,” Xavier snapped, clearing his throat and slamming his hand on the pause button. “We hardly know each other.”

“Hardly know each other, my ass,” Montana smirked from ear to ear, leaning in to whisper to you. “Good luck babe, his dick is huge.”

Xavier swerved the van around a tight corner and pulled to a stop, yanking the handbrake with all his might and peering over his sunglasses.

“Last stop, the studio. Everybody out, you motherfuckers!”

The blur of everybody grabbing their bags and jackets zoomed past you like a neon kaleidoscope. Before long, you were the only one left in the van, deafening silence replacing the cacophony of gossip and the grinding of lighters sparking up joints.

You were staring into mid-air for what felt like hours, concentrating on that red tape nestled in the player. Was Xavier telling the truth? Or had he actually made a mixtape for you? There’s no way a guy as flawless as that aerobics maestro could be interested in you; he was right about one thing, you hardly knew each other. Not that familiarity seemed to bother him too much, the talk of his past hookups suggested the less he knew about the girl he was screwing, the better.

“Cat got your tongue, baby girl?” Xavier piped up from the van door, peering his heavenly blue gaze over his sunglasses. “Haven’t you got a class?”

“N—no, not for another half hour,” you stumbled over your words like a lovesick teenager, tucking your hair behind your ear and gazing at the floor. Xavier hauled himself into the back, swinging the van door closed behind him and crashing down on the seat beside you.

“Then we’ve got all the time in the world, beautiful,” he purred into your ear, his arm draping over your shoulder as he leaned over you.

The tense air between you filled with familiar sounds from the tape player, Def Leppard booming through the speakers Xavier had rigged in the back.

If you’ve got love in your sights, watch out, love bites

“Is this—“

“Yep,” Xavier hummed. “Just for you, babe.”

“I—I love Def Leppard,” you stumbled over your words, losing yourself in his oceanic gaze.

When you make love, do you look in your mirror?

“I know you do, baby,” he husked, a hand reaching to ghost featherlight fingertips over your bare thigh, daring himself to slip his fingers beneath your skirt. “I know you better than you think, shy girl.”

Who do you think of? Does he look like me?

“You think so?” You quirked an eyebrow, leaving Xavier swallowing hard and rearranging his tight white trousers, his pants failing miserably at concealing the raging hard-on beneath the thin fabric. Not that Xavier minded you knowing the state he’s got himself in, the restriction of his clothing just made him more frustrated.

Do you tell lies? And say that it’s forever?

Suddenly, you swung a thigh over his lap and straddled Xavier’s waist in one slick move. The actor’s arm was still draped across the chair you just left, stunned into silence for the first time in a long while.

Do you think twice, or just touch and see?

“You still sure about that, lover boy?” You cupped his delicate face in your hands, fingers digging passionate trenches into his neck as you leaned in to kiss him deeply.

When you’re alone, do you let go?

“You kept that quiet,” Xavier chuckled into your mouth, humming contentedly as his hands finally compute your move and surge up to wander across the expanse of your back.

Are you wild and willing or is it just for show?

“I keep a lot of things quiet, Plympton. You should try it sometime.”

I don’t want to touch you too much baby

Trailing your hand down the hollow of his throat and following the curve of his chest to the waistband of his pants, Xavier’s breaths quickened and his heart raced. He simply couldn’t conjure one of his quick-witted one liners to entice you further — for a start, you didn’t need enticing further. Your sudden assertion of control over him made Xavier weak, knocking all sense of power out of him as you assumed your place on top of him.

‘Cause making love to you might drive me crazy

“What’s the matter, baby?” You cooed as you slowly inched his zipper down and set his length free with a groan caught in the back of Xavier’s throat. “Cat got your tongue?”

I know you think that love is the way you make it

“I—I… fuck,” Xavier slicked back his quiff and searched your eyes for confirmation. “Am I dreaming right now?”

So I don’t want to be there when you decide to break it

“Not quite, Xav,” you hummed as your fingers curled around his tip and palmed him softly, his hips gently rocking into your touch. “Just be a good boy and let me take control.”

Love bites, love bleeds, it’s bringing me to my knees

Raising your hips to line his tip with your soaking folds, electric anticipation bolted through your core as his length slipped inside you. You both moaned erotically in unison, Xavier’s head throwing back into the chair as you eased down onto his cock.

Love lives, love dies, it’s no surprise

“You know you could’ve just told me you liked me, right?” A groan died in Xavier’s throat as he bottomed out, hands gripping your hips as you sank down onto him.

Love begs, love pleads, it’s what I need

“Now where’s the fun in that?” You whimpered lightly, sinking open-mouthed kisses into the nape of his neck. “After all, you thought I was shy.”

When I’m with you are you somewhere else?

“I also thought you wouldn’t be up for banging on the first date but we’ve not even made it to a first date yet.”

Am I getting through or do you please yourself?

“I think we’re way past first dates, don’t you?” You punctuated with a slow roll of your hips, sending Xavier’s eyes shooting to the ceiling. “You made me a goddamn mixtape, Xav.”

When you wake up will you walk out?

“Yeah well—oh fuck—it wasn’t supposed to come out like this,��� Xavier growled under his breath, jutting his hips up to meet yours.

It can’t be love if you throw it about

“What wasn’t, baby?”

I don’t wanna touch you too much baby

“How—how I feel about you,” Xavier glanced down to where your bodies met, watching his cock emerge from your folds soaking wet, your arousal dribbling onto his white pants.

‘Cause making love to you might drive me crazy

“Use your words, Plympton,” you snapped down onto his length and wriggled your hips to take him as deep inside you as possible, instigating a tight, burning, wanting sensation deep within your walls — teasing Xavier only led you even closer to your own orgasm. “You didn’t pick Love Bites just because you’ve got a high school crush, did you?”

Love bites, love bleeds, it’s bringing me to my knees

Constricting your walls around him and drinking in the accompanying moans spilling from his lips, you resolved to hold off cumming until he spoke out.

Love lives, love dies, it’s no surprise

“You’re really gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” Xavier tried in vain to distract you both by pistoning his hips up to you, but he only succeeded in chasing his own release as his cock smoothly grazed your pulsing walls with every thrust. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum—“

Love begs, love pleads, it’s what I need

“Goddamnit Xav, just say it so I can say it back already.”

Xavier shot you a perplexed look, raised eyebrows tangling with his blissfully parted O-shaped lips to create his own brand of ‘about to cum but confused about it’ look.

If you’ve got love in your sights, watch out, love bites

Spotting his weakness, you started grinding down on him with a smooth flick of your hips, tightening your walls around him and watching in awe as his back arched frantically and his cock twitched fervently, desperately, relentlessly.

“I… I think I’m in love with you.”

With his confession, Xavier pumped into you and gave into his release, pouring against your walls just as you unleashed a fresh tidal wave of arousal over him. Your blending moans filled the van well above the music, a symphony of lust-blown cries as you both gripped onto each other.

Yes it does, it will be hell

Melting gasps and exhausted breaths into one, you fell speechless as you rode out your orgasm together. Venturing both hands to cup his face, you stole a blissful kiss from his lips and melted into him as his arms wrapped around you. Pressing your forehead against his, you whispered softly.

“I love you too, Xavier.”

[keichanz]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

hey @britonell​. do you remember Ride? yeah. that’s the one. anyway i have absolutely positively no explanation for this other than the fact that i’m a slut and also i’m blaming @clearwillow​ and @lemonlushff​ for this because they will know exactly where in the fresh fucking hell this came from. 

now if you’ll excuse i’m going to crawl back into the hole i came from and actually attempt to finish my 654 WIPs i have kthxbye.

anyway this is a follow up of sorts to my oneshot Ride because i have no self control. so here enjoy Stripper Inuyasha in chaps and a Stetson as i make him fucking line dance across a stage *cackle*

brief smut at the end but nothing exceedingly detailed because i’m lazy.

“Kagome,” Sango groaned, following her friend through the packed club and raising her drink above her head in order not to spill it as she meandered through the sea of people and tables. Jesus, this place was huge! “Why are we here again? And how the hell were you able to bypass that line? It was like a mile long!”

“I told you already,” Kagome called back over her shoulder, keeping a tight grip on her beer as she headed toward the only empty table in the entire establishment, reserved for a one Kagome Higurashi and guest. “We’re meeting someone.”

Sango didn’t fail to notice Kagome did not answer her second question and she sighed in irritation. Her best friend wasn’t telling her something and for the life of her she didn’t understand why. Kagome had always told her everything, and vice versa. There were no secrets between them, and that was why they were so close. But she also trusted Kagome and knew if it were truly important, her friend would tell her so Sango let it slide and muttered an apology as she bumped into a table while squeezing through the narrow paths. The tables were clustered so close together it was almost impossible to maneuver between them, but they managed and finally reached where Kagome had been leading them.

Gratefully sliding into the cushy seat beside her friend, Sango glanced around and couldn’t help but notice their table, which had been suspiciously empty in a fully packed club, was near dead center of the place and with a clear view of the stage not too far from them. It was empty at the moment, but the show hadn’t started yet, so not a surprise. Above the dull roar of chatter and laughter, Sango could hear a low beat coming from the speakers situated everywhere, standby music as the “performers” no doubt got prepared.

Sango flushed and took a sip of her Cosmo. She couldn’t believe she’d allowed Kagome to talk her into coming to a damn strip club of all places and she’d only given in because she was tried of her friend constantly bugging her about it. Hopefully after tonight, and after meeting whoever Kagome wanted her to meet, Kagome would be satisfied and never ask her again. These places just weren’t her scene, though of course she had nothing against strippers. Hey, you gotta do what ya gotta do.

Sitting back in her chair and crossing her legs, Sango sighed and set her drink on the table before turning her attention to the woman beside her. Dressed similarly like herself in a short jean skirt, cowgirl boots and a cami to give off that western sort of feel – something about the theme for the night apparently, from what Kagome had told her – said woman was grinning down at her phone with a soft blush on her cheeks, biting her lower lip as her fingers flew across the screen, no doubt typing a text message to her the new man in her life. Sango hadn’t met him yet, and every time she asked about him, Kagome would blush darkly and dodge the subject.

Not very unusual behavior for her friend, if Sango was being honest with herself. Kagome had always been reserved and shy, easily flustered and quick to stutter out an excuse if she was feeling embarrassed or awkward in a situation. So the fact that Kagome had chosen here of all places to meet their friend was very strange, to say the least. Still, despite herself, Sango was curious and knowing Kagome would just avoid the question again if she asked, she resigned herself to wait as patiently as she could for this friend of hers to show up.

Well…at least the seats were comfortable and the alcohol was good. And also free. Sango frowned. Wait a minute, how the hell—

Unbidden the lights shut off, plunging the club into darkness and instinctively Sango knew the show was about to begin. The lights lining the edge of the stage started glowing and there was a tangible buzz in the air, a heavy anticipation that blanketed the eagerly awaiting patrons. Sango was surprised to find herself actually a little excited, sitting up straight in her chair, staring hard at the dark stage and…

Wait a minute. She squinted, leaning forward. She could see figures on the stage, dark silhouettes moving into a triangular formation with one person in the front and four more branching out behind him. Her heart rate increased when she realized it was the dancers—the strippers. Ohmygod she was about to see a strip show—

Beside her Kagome could hardly contain herself, biting down on her lip to counting her squeal of excitement as she bounced a little in her seat. Though it was dark, she could just barely make out Sango’s face and she grinned from ear to ear to see her attentively staring at the stage, looking just about as excited as she felt.

Kagome couldn’t wait to see her friend’s face when she told her one of those dark figures standing motionless on the stage was her boyfriend.

Throughout the club, all the speakers hummed as the volume was cranked up, but at first there was nothing but static. Every few seconds a brief burst of music broke through before fading back to incomprehensible white noise, as if a radio dial was being turned to find that perfect frequency. This went on for another few seconds before the faint twang of a guitar was audible, the notes growing louder until an undoubtedly southern melody could be heard clearly above the gentle crackling of the static.

No lyrics accompanied the melody, no voice crooning out words of country roads, sweet potato pie, or mama. Instead all that could be heard was just the strumming of the guitar getting louder while steadily growing faster, the anticipation building, thrumming through the joint and creating a charged, restless energy until—

Silence.

A crackle, followed by an incomprehensible jumble of words, as if several radio stations were playing at once burst from the speakers, and then it was followed in short order by a widely familiar, but altered recording.

“Th-th-there’s a snake in my—”

A husky and positively sinful masculine laugh abruptly cut it off, echoing seductively throughout the club, and the wicked sound sent pleasant shivers down the backs of damn near every single female patron in the audience. Warmth pooled low in Kagome’s belly and she bit her lip because she knew who that laugh belonged to.

And then finally - finally - everyone’s attention was directed toward the stage as one by one, the dark silhouettes that were standing immobile were suddenly illuminated starting with the two in the back. The middle figures were next, first left, then right, and then finally at the head of their triangular formation, silver hair, golden eyes, and a positively devilish smirk was revealed on who was no doubt the star attraction of the joint.

While the patrons went wild and hollered their vivid appreciation, Sango’s mouth dropped and her face went very red as she took in the five figures standing on the stage. While fringed brown chaps coupled with black western boots concealed their legs, it was very obvious they wore nothing underneath them by way of the black briefs that were clearly visible. A matching brown suede western vest hung open from their shoulders with nothing else and expensive looking Stetson hats completed the cowboy look and honestly, Sango was kind of digging the look and she really wanted to know who the one with the small ponytail and charming smile was…

The response was deafening: riotous applause, exuberant cheering, screaming, shrieking, high-pitched whistling erupted from the audience. From beneath the brim of a sleek black Stetson, amber eyes found and zeroed in on a head of dark hair and melted caramel eyes in short order, sitting at her table as he knew she would be. Their eyes met and she smiled, a secretive curl of her lips that was returned with a flash of fang and a suggestive wink.

His girl blushed and bit her lip and fuck she was so goddamn beautiful.

If he’d bothered to take his eyes off of her for even a second, he would have noticed her friend beside her choking on her drink at the exchange, clearly shocked.

The beat dropped and forcing himself to tear his gaze away from her, Inuyasha adjusted the microphone headset – specially designed for his ears in mind – closer to his mouth and with one hand holding the brim of the black Stetson on his head, the other hooked into his chaps, and he waited for the next cue before starting the memorized choreography.

“Boys,” he spoke into the mic and behind him, his “boys” moved to the beat with him, holding a similar pose with one hand holding their hat and the other hooked in their chaps.

“Now, remember what we’re here for,” Inuyasha continued, purposely adding a southern drawl to his voice that elicited several hoots of appreciation from the crowd. “This ain’t no half-cocked or eight second rodeo. Ain’t no kiddie rides or little ponies up in here.”

In sync, Inuyasha led his fellow performers into a quick country two-step the flexed the muscles of his abdomen. More whistles and hollers of female appreciation were issued as he drawled, “Nah, what we got here is the real deal. We got them one of a kind”—slide a hand down the stomach—"large and in charge”—hip roll—“rough and ready”—step back, a little spin—“motherfucking stallions.”

Cheering amidst rowdy laughter and shrieked encouragement was the response to that and Inuyasha gave a fang-baring smirk, his low chuckle rising above the din of the crowd thanks to the mic close to his mouth.

“And believe me when I say,” he continued, kicking out his booted feet and transitioning smoothly into an easy line dance, “there ain’t nothin’ half-cocked about ‘em.”

More screaming and cheering, wolf-whistles and cat-calls abound and yeah Inuyasha had to admit, he was soaking it up like a fucking sponge.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen.”

The five men spun around in a brief circle and with practiced ease caught the prop that was tossed to each of them from off stage, not missing a beat before whirling back around to face the audience and straddling what they held in their hands—a hobby horse toy, the one where a stuffed horse’s head was on the end of a stick.

“A gentle reminder”—Inuyasha turned sideways, tilted his prop so the horse head at the end of the stick was pointing upward, and very suggestively stroked his hand up the wooden shaft—"that you must be this tall to ride”—feminine giggling, shrieks of laughter and more hollering met his ears at that and he grinned—“and that any lightheadedness or tingling sensations are completely normal.”

More hilarity and cheering, the crowd restless, impatient, so Inuyasha decided it was time to wrap up his little speech. After performing some rather provocative dance moves with their props that had every woman in the building feeling rather flushed, the five performers tossed their props back to the hidden stagehands and while Inuyasha strutted to the end of the stage, the other four took position behind him, preparing to put on one hell of a show.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, cowboys and cowgirls,” he began and once more locked eyes with his girl, a devastating smirk curling his lips upward at her flushed and star-struck expression. “We kindly ask that you sit back, hang on tight, and enjoy…”

Strobe lights flashed, spotlights swiveled and bathed him in an ethereal glow, and the smirk that stretched across his face was all fang as golden eyes flashed from beneath the rim of his hat, dangerous, alluring, positively wicked.

“…the ride,” Inuyasha finished in a husky growl and as the crowd once more roared their vivid appreciation, the hanyou whipped off his headset before tossing it carelessly to the side and then fucking moonwalked back to his position, tipping his hat forward so only his smirking mouth was visible as he waited for the cue. It started only seconds later, the music reverberating throughout the club, and as one the performers started the largely anticipated show.

Only vaguely did Kagome recognize the beat that was pouring from the speakers, some kind of remix of the song The Git Up by Blanco Brown but it hardly mattered. They could have been dancing to something as ridiculous as the big butt song and Kagome would have been just as captivated, as enthralled as she was right now watching her man gyrate and pivot on the stage like he owned it. A lot of his moves were familiar now – both from being considered a regular here now and from his private little shows he gave her after hours – and Kagome suspected no matter how many time she watched him work those hips and roll that toned stomach, it would still have the same effect on her every single time, warmth pooling in her belly, heart beating fast, and a familiar ache developing between her legs.

Stealing a glance at the woman beside her, Kagome was thrilled to see that Sango was in a very similar state, her face redder than she could ever remember seeing, mouth parted in awe, and if she wasn’t mistaken, her gaze was focused solely on Inuyasha’s friend Miroku. Kagome had met him shortly after she and Inuyasha had started seeing each other officially and though he could come on a little strong at times with his wandering hands and flirty nature, he was a good man and Kagome genuinely liked him. Charming, witty, and with a surprising sense of humor, she knew he would be perfect for Sango and she decided to ask Inuyasha what he thought about setting them up.

But not until later, though, because right now Kagome’s attention was thoroughly ensnared by one silver-haired, golden-eyed Adonis as he drifted across the stage, flexing muscle, smirking devilishly, and every so often tossing her little winks that never failed to make her erupt into elated, girlish giggling.

By the time the first show of the night ended a disappointingly short five minutes later, all five performers were sans their vest and chaps, strutting around on the stage in naught but their boots, briefs, and Stetsons and looking utterly fucking delicious while they did. For the finale, the toy horse props had been made a second appearance and then the show had taken a very unexpected, but also very appreciated twist that had captive audience roaring with applause, cat-calls, wolf-whistles, and general pandemonium as every woman collectively lost her shit.

Each performer, with Inuyasha going last, briefly disappeared behind a screen that had been discreetly rolled onto the stage while the audience had been distracted by sexy dance moves and when they emerged, the briefs were gone and the hobby horse was held between their legs in such a way that the stuff horse head deliberately concealed any stallions from their screaming fans.

The dancers bowed and in another move that delighted the audience, each man removed their Stetson and tossed it into the crowd. Predictably they were fought over, women clamoring over each other to get to the precious souvenirs first, but Kagome ignored them all. Conveniently Inuyasha’s black hat found its way to her and she blew him a kiss as she placed it on her head to which her man winked at her with a grin before the stage went dark.

Giggling, Kagome turned to Sango to ask how she enjoyed the show and found that she was holding he own hat in her lap, a flush on her cheeks and a slight smile curling her lips. She recognized it was the one Miroku had been wearing and she smirked. Her little plan might be easier than she’d anticipated.

“Sooo,” Kagome drawled, not even bothering to hide her smirk as raised a brow at her friend. “Nice hat. It’s safe to say that you enjoyed the show?”

Flush darkening, Sango muttered something and proceeded to ignore her friend by putting the hat on her head and tugging it down over her blushing face. Kagome cackled and without removing the hat, Sango flipped her off. Kagome cackled louder.

Deciding to spare her friend further embarrassment, Kagome left to get them two more drinks and by the time she returned, Sango had cooled down and smiled her thanks when Kagome set a Manhattan down in front of her.

“Yes,” Sango sighed as nursed her drink and her smile was almost dreamy. “Yes, I admit it. I enjoyed it.”

Kagome simply waggled her brows and sipped at her amaretto sour, but before she could say anything else, she spotted a familiar figure, now dressed in simple jeans and a t-shirt, weaving through the sea of tables and people, fending off grasping hands of appreciative women. His honeyed gaze was zeroed on her, however, not once looking at any of the women that tried to get his attention and Kagome felt that familiar warmth bloom in her chest. She felt it somewhere significantly lower as well, but that was nothing new and she tried to ignore it as her boyfriend approached with his signature smirk.

“Ladies,” Inuyasha greeted and bent down to sweep his girl into hot kiss, caging her in his arms with a hand on either arm rest. “Baby,” he rumbled, pulling away and dropping a kiss to her forehead.

“Hmmm,” Kagome hummed and tugged him back down for another one. Inuyasha chuckled and happily obliged, getting lost in her taste, her scent, the way she twined her fingers in his hair and snagged his ear to massage the sensitive flesh. He growled, lifting a hand to cup the back of her head, tilting it back so he could plunder the sweetness of her mouth with his tongue, nip her lips with his fangs, and suck the soft flesh into his mouth. Kagome moaned for him and the sound went straight to his—

“Inuyasha, get your tongue out of your girlfriend’s mouth. You’re being rude.”

With a grunt, the hanyou reluctantly pulled away and leveled a peeved glare at the source of the voice.

Unfazed, Miroku stared blandly back, arms crossed while next to him, eyes impossibly wide and mouth open in shock as she sputtered incoherently, Sango gawked incredulously at them.

Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha grumbled something but nonetheless complied, dropping one last kiss to his girl’s mouth before standing up and gesturing at Kagome to stand up. She did, and he took her place in the chair before tugging her back down to sit on his lap. His arms went around her waist as his chin rested on her shoulder and Kagome wiggled around to get comfortable before resuming sipping her drink, calm as you please, like she hadn’t just been making out with her hot as fuck stripper boyfriend.

Recovering from her shock while Miroku not so discreetly looked down Sango’s shirt at her cleavage, Sango jabbed an accusatory finger at her friend and screeched, “Your boyfriend is a stripper!”

Kagome blinked and smiled a mite sheepishly. “Um…uh, so, Sango, remember when I said we were meeting someone here?” She chuckled nervously. “Well…”

Without warning Sango snatched her drink off the table and drained it in three large gulps.

Miroku practically had fucking heart-eyes as he gawked at the woman who had just downed a strong cocktail like it was nothing.

“Fuck, marry me,” he murmured, barely aware of what he was even saying and then he promptly forgot how to breathe when the woman of his dreams suddenly swung her gaze his way, racked her eyes up and down his body in an evident once over, and then made a noise of approval as her eyes lingered somewhere considerably lower than his face.

Feeling warm not only from the booze in her system but also lingering effects from the captivating show featuring the very sexy man before her, Sango abruptly got to her feet and pegged her best friend with a look. Kagome blinked and innocently widened her eyes. Sango snorted.

“You,” she said, eyes narrowing. “We’ll talk later. And you.” She spun around and jabbed her finger in Miroku’s face. His eyes crossed as he stared at it. “You’re coming with me.”

Then with that, completely ignoring the couple nestled in the chair with matching knowing looks on their faces, Sango stormed off, head held high and like an obedient puppy Miroku followed after her, nearly stumbling in his wake and ignoring the hands that reached out to him as he passed by.

Kagome and Inuyasha stared after her, one gaze amused, one slightly bewildered.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome deadpanned. “Meet Sango.”

Inuyasha snorted and maneuvered her around on his lap until her legs were draped over the armrest and her arms were around his neck. He buried his face in her neck and kissed the soft skin, ears flicking at her soft sigh.

“I think Miroku likes her,” he pointed out a little needlessly since it was obvious the guy was already half-way in love with her. His friend always did like a woman that could hold her liquor well and Sango’s first impression had been stellar.

“Hmm,” Kagome hummed and her friend was the last thing on her mind as she slipped her hand beneath his shirt and ran her fingers across the hard lines of her man’s defined abdomen. “I like you.”

Inuyasha smirked and kissed his way up her neck. “Yeah?”

“Mmmhm.” Scratching lightly with her nails just to feel him shiver against her, Kagome slipped her other hand into his hair and found one of his ears, fingers stroking the soft flesh. “You wanna know a secret?”

“Tell me,” Inuyasha growled into her ear and nibbled on the tender lobe before trailing his tongue along the delicate line of her jaw.

Breath hitching in her throat as his devious mouth licked and nipped at her skin, Kagome swallowed back a moan and slyly slipped her fingers further south to flutter over the crotch of his jeans as she leaned up and confessed her secret in a sultry purr.

Inuyasha’s entire body stiffened as her naughty words registered in his brain and he groaned, head falling back to loll against the backrest of the chair as his devil of a girlfriend snickered impishly on his lap. Damn, but his girl was dangerous, and fuck if he didn’t absolutely fucking love it.

“Well?” Kagome purred and he could feel her warm breath wash over his jaw as she laved the skin with soft kisses. “How ‘bout it, cowboy? Shall we go for a nice hard ride on your stallion, or you gonna make me settle for a boring little pony show?”

Her fingers flitted over the hardening crotch of his jeans again and she felt an answering pulse between her legs, thighs squeezing together to relieve some of the building tension.

With a low growl designed to tell her just what he thought about her cheeky little teasing, Inuyasha surged forward, caught her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss and then suddenly he was on his feet and dragging her toward the employees only backstage entrance. Breathless, aching, and trembling, it was all Kagome could do to keep up with him, shamelessly admiring the flexing muscles of his back and his tight ass in those jeans, but then her back was suddenly against a wall, her hanyou had wedged himself between her legs, and his hand was up her skirt, claws hooking in her damp panties and tearing the fabric completely off.

Kagome gasped but it turned into a moan when her lover hitched her thighs around his hips and then hastily unfastened his jeans, freeing the stallion that was rearing and ready to go from within. He cursed, she laughed, and the next minute he was inside her, grinding her into the wall, swallowing her moans with his mouth and returning them with heated growls of pleasure.

He fucked her against the wall, in a rarely used dark hallway somewhere behind the stage, and as Kagome clung to his shoulders and begged him for more, harder, faster, please, Inuyasha snarled and complied as her naughty little confession rang in his ears over and over, fanning the flames of his passion, his hunger for this woman all-consuming and never ending.

“I want your full cocked, large and in charge stallion inside me in the next thirty seconds and it had better be longer than any eight second ride.”

i want you all to know hat i could not. stop. laughing. as i was writing Inuyasha’s sexy little speech and that i am very proud with how it turned out rofl also yes i did make Inuyasha line dance anD I’M NOT SORRY 

on another note, i didn’t put as much detail into the dancing this time because one it’s a fucking pain in the ass to write out detailed choreography; two, the actual dancing wasn’t a huge part of the plot, and three, i’m a lazy piece of shit and just wanted this done. also yes i’m aware that last line is kinda lime and anti climatic but i couldn’t think of anything else lmao 

for anyone curious, the eight second thing references bull riding. a cowboy must stay on a bucking bull for eight seconds without touching any part of the bull or yourself or using any spurs, ropes, ect.  

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Drunk on You

A/n: this just jumped in my head today and I don’t know why, but enjoy this collegeau!Taehyung friends to lovers imagine porn

Warnings: Alcohol tw, some mention of weed, unprotected sex (wrap.it.up.), voyeurism, male masturbation, a little possessiveness

Word Count: 2335

Taehyung isn't much of a drinker, and although he'd been invited to lots of parties with tons of beer and weed since he started college, more than a mild buzz has never appealed to him much.

Tonight, though, he feels like he needs to not be in his own head anymore.

You and Taehyung had become friends your junior year of high school, when he'd moved there mid semester and you were the only one to smile at him.

Taehyung had been in love with you since send year, and the realization had been overwhelming, but triggered by the most simple of things.

You two are out on a cafe patio, and there's a summer breeze that makes these tendrils escape from your braid and suddenly there's this wave of affection, this ache in him, and it makes his breath catch in his throat.

It took him a couple of weeks to process it, and by then you were leaving for college.

When he followed you a semester later to the same university, he told himself he'd tell you, right away.

But here he was, a few months before another graduation, and he hasn't been able to figure out how to tell you.

You throw a party after semifinals, and it's there that he's standing against the wall, uncharacteristically quiet, nursing a beer.

He'd showed up late, not wanting to appear too eager, and you were tipsy and talkative, throwing your arms around him when he walked in but bouncing off to mingle almost immediately.

He just watches you for a while, but when Park fucking Jimin slides up next to you and has his hands on your thighs when you're sitting up on the kitchen counter and you're smiling at him like he hung the moon, Taehyung looks away with a long exhale from his nostrils. 

When Yoongi offers him a shot and a joint, he's grateful.

Two hours later, everything's fuzzy around the edges and he's got a goofy smile on his face until he spills a whole beer down his shirt and you hop off the counter, laughing, to help him.

That's when everything goes sideways and he's too fucked up to keep his mouth shut when you wrestle him into your room and tug off his shirt, wiping him down with a cool cloth.

"Y/n, y/n." His words are coming slow and slurred and he can't get his hands to move like he wants them to, helplessly clutching at you.

"Tae Tae, what's gotten into you! You smell like cheap weed and a brewery." You're laughing, wiping a blissfully cool cloth on his face.

His vision is swimming, your face blurring in and out and he frowns, tries to focus.

"Y/n, you're so pretty. You're so perfect, yeah?"

You smile up at him, cocking your head. "You are a sweet drunk, Tae. Do you wanna lie down for a bit?"

He shakes his head but when he does, the room spins on its axis and he stumbles.

You reach out a hand to steady him and he tugs you down on the bed with him, nuzzling into your neck.

"You smell so good, Jagi. You always smell so nice." 

You're giggling, ticklish, and the way your face brightens when he pulls away to look at you makes his heart ache.

"I love you," he blurts. "I love you so much."

You stroke his cheek and he turns his face into your hand.

"Love you too, my sweet Taehyung. You should rest."

He pouts, already fighting his eyelids from drooping shut. "No. Wanna see you. Wanna be with you. I love love you, Y/n." He's frustrated that he can't make his words make sense, clutches at you to pull you closer, as if you might understand how his heart felt by osmosis.

"Just close your eyes, baby."

He doesn't want to, wants to be there with you, feel how soft you are in his arms but his eyelids are so heavy and the way everything is blurry is making his stomach feel sick. He's still mumbling as he drifts off, hears a knock on the door.

"I'll be out in a second, Jiminie!" You call, and Taehyung forces his eyes open, clutching you harder, panicked.

"Don't go. Don't like Jimin, yeah?"

You laugh a little, stroking his hair. "Everybody likes Jimin."

He frowns. "Don't want you to like Jimin. Like me instead."

His eyes are drifting shut again and he fights it, tightens his grip around you.

"Taehyung," you say softly, and his eyes snap open again. "I do like you. Now go to sleep, yeah?"

He nuzzles his face into your throat, inhaling you, feeling warm and calm and everything stops moving when his eyes close and sleep sneaks up on him.

***

He wakes up hours later, his eyelids sticking together, head aching and so thirsty he stumbles to the bathroom and drinks water from the tap, lapping at it like a dog.

When he straightens up everything tilts again and he's still drunk or high or both and he can't quite get his bearings until he's back under your sheets that smell like you, that smell like home.

He wonders where you're sleeping and his heart seizes up, imagining you curled up with Jimin on the couch and he lies still for a moment until his stomach stops churning.

Once he manages to sit up he can't believe he's hard under his jeans when he feels this shitty, that being surrounded by your scent still affects him this way.

There's still music booming faintly from outside but surely everyone's passed out by now and everything is still fuzzy enough that he doesn't really care anyway, his hand is already sliding across his bare chest to tease at one of his nipples and when he unzips his jeans and tugs down his boxers he lets out a quiet moan as his cock springs out hard against his belly.

He's teasing himself, just two fingers stroking up and down the head of his cock, eyes closed, remembering how soft your skin was beneath his hands, your bright smile, how you stroked his hair, when the door creaks open.

He hears a sharp intake of breath and his eyes spring open and he wonders for a moment if his fantasy has come to life, until you clear your throat.

His lips are dry and his tongue darts out to wet them and your eyes on him sends an ache through his belly and his hips twitch.

He knows, somewhere in the back of his mind that he should be ashamed, that he should hide, but your cheeks were flushed and you weren't looking away.

"I'm sorry," he manages, and it comes out a strangled moan, he can't stop pumping his fist, not when you're looking at him like that.

Your eyes are so wide, almost hungry, like you want to eat him up and fuck, he wants you to.

"You're so fucking beautiful," you say, voice almost hoarse, and the praise goes right to his cock, making him whimper and tighten his hold so that he doesn't cum all over his belly.

He doesn't look away, wants you to know how you affect him.

"You are. You are, Jagi."

When you lick your lips, not moving a muscle, he keeps talking, the remnants of his inebriation making his tongue loose, stroking his cock slow.

"I meant what I said earlier. I love you. I love you and I want you so much, have for years. You make me crazy, yeah? Wanted to snatch you off that counter when Jimin had his hands on you, wanted to kiss you so hard everyone would know you were mine."

You don't speak for a moment and he falters, wondering if you're upset, if you're offended and then you say quietly, "Why didn't you?"

His breath hitches in his throat and he leans up, puts a hand on your waist. "Please," is all he says and you tug off your top and a whining moan rips from his chest.

"God," he releases his cock, knows he'll be too close to not bust like a teenager looking at you. "Please let me touch you, Jagi."

You're not wearing a bra and your nipples have hardened in the cool air and, fuck, his hands are shaking.

You don't speak but your eyes are still on his when you wiggle out of your shorts and panties and he can't breathe when you're standing bare in front of him.

"I've been waiting so long, Taehyung. Why'd you make me wait so long?" You mumble, and his heart clenches in his chest.

"I don't know," he says hoarsely, "I don't know, I'm stupid, but let's not wait anymore, yeah? I'll die if you don't let me touch you, Jagi, fuck-"

You laugh and the sound makes the whole world brighter, and when you straddle his hips he thinks his heart might beat out of his chest.

"Touch me, Tae, fuck, you're so slow!" You huff, and he's surprised at the laugh that spills out of him.

He kisses you, first, soft, almost chaste, but you grab the back of his head, kiss him hard, slide your tongue into his mouth.

He's almost overwhelmed when you pull away, doesn't know where to touch first and finally he settles on one hand on your breast, palming over the peak of your nipple and the other sliding through the slit of your pussy and you're so slick it makes his hips buck.

"Fuck. Fuck." He can't make words so he puts his mouth on your throat, tasting your skin and when you moan out his name he wonders if he's dreaming all of this.

"Tae, please... I've been waiting four years for you to fuck me, I don't need foreplay." You laugh a little and he feels drunk all over again, unable to stop smiling.

He moans against your throat, almost mournful. "I don't have a condom."

"I'm on the pill and I haven't been with anyone in...in a while, just-" You rock your hips forward and any tenuous restraint he might have had goes out the window the second your heat slides up his cock.

He's lightheaded at the very thought of fucking you raw and when you huff out a breath and circle his cock with your small hand, guiding him into you, he stops thinking entirely.

"Oh God. Oh God, oh fuck, Y/n-" his voice is strangled and low and you keen into his ear and that's when he can't take it anymore, grabs on to your hips tight and thrusting up beneath you.

"Tae, Tae, Tae," you chant, and he'd imagined this so many times, dreamed about it but this was so much better, your body under his hands, tits bouncing in his face, the way you're clenching around his cock, it's all too much.

He can't keep his mouth shut, moaning and babbling. "Y/n, my love, God, you feel so fucking good, I've wanted this so long."

"You're so big, Tae, you fill me up so well," you moan, rolling your hips against him and he stills, watching you in awe, as you chase your orgasm, bouncing on his cock, grinding your pelvis against his. You shudder when you cum, trembling all over and he grits his teeth as you pulse around him, drawing in a long breath.

You lean against him, panting, and he pivots you onto your back, smiling when you whine as he pulls out of you.

When he slides right back in you wrap your legs around his waist, sighing as if content and Taehyung is just sure he'll wake up any moment now.

He kisses you over and over again as he moves inside you, and he doesn't want it to end, worries some spell will be broken when he spills inside you, but you're arching your back and crying out his name, nails digging into his shoulders and he can't hold back, fucking you hard and fast until he finds his release, moaning into your mouth.

"I'm sorry," he babbles, after, when your fingers are playing in the hair at the nape of his neck. "I'm sorry, I didn't want it to be like this."

You frown at him. "Don't say that, Tae. It was perfect. You'll hurt my feelings."

He feels tears prick at the backs of his eyes at the possibility of hurting you and kisses you over and over, big smacks on your lips, cheeks, eyelids.

You giggle. "You're still a little drunk, huh?"

He nods solemnly. "I am."

"I don't know what possessed you to suddenly become a party animal, but I have to say I'm grateful that it made you finally tell me how you felt."

"It was Park fucking Jimin," he growls against your throat, sucking a mark there. "With his tiny hands all over you."

You laugh again. "Don't be mean. Jimin's fun."

Taehyung lifts his head to frown at you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

You just smile at him. "You're pretty cute when you're jealous."

He huffs out a breath but he isn't dissuaded. "What's that mean?" He repeats, voice low.

"It means I hooked up with him once last year, and it was fun," you say, finally, and Taehyung's face falls.

"I shouldn't have asked," he mumbles miserably, hiding his face in your neck.

You stroke his hair and he whimpers a little, nuzzling you.

"Don't be upset, baby. If you'd told me sooner…"

"Gotta make up for lost time," he mumbles, kissing down your throat. "Gotta touch you in all the places Park fucking Jimin did."

You chuckle a little but it turns into a gasp as he parts your thighs, flattening his tongue against your clit.

"You don't have to worry, baby. I'm yours, now." You gasp out, and he moans happily against you, but he doesn't stop, wanting to show you all the things he's been dreaming about for years.

[strangerontheotherside84]

Wild Child || Part 2 (Billy Hargrove x  Reader)

Disclamer: as mentioned in my last post, I have decided to continue my fic “Wild Child” (which was actually finished after part 8). And yes I know we’re all horny and y’all just wanna get to the kinky stuff (I see you) but maybe give it a try and also check out the previous story to kinda get the pre-story behind all of this. Or at least read part 1 of this you kinky fucks :D

Warnings: language, smut, 18+, nsfw, smoking, drinking, drugs

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„You're late.“

„Yeah sorry had to drop off my sister at the Wheeler's house and Karen was nice enough to offer me a drink.“ Billy answered while stepping through the door, quickly following you into the kitchen to that fridge full of beer you had promised him earlier. „Dude, stop calling her Karen it's gross.“

„Hey there's nothing I can do. I feel like she really wants me to call her Karen, y/n. Can't deny a woman her deepest darkest desires.“ „Ew Hargrove shut up. I swear to god if you're really going to screw Nancy Wheeler's mom I'm gonna lose all my respect for you. And I don't have too much of that to begin with.“

„You can't deny that she's kinda hot. Also, what can I do she's really asking for it. Must be a very unsatisfying marriage.“

„I'm not gonna comment any further on this...but maybe go see a therapist about those mommy issues.“ you commented snarky, handing Billy a half rack of beer from the fridge.

„Oh fuck off y/n.“

„Love you too. Come on, we're going to the basement. The stereo down there is way better. I need you to check out some of the new releases I took from work.“

-

You were lying on the old leather couch staring at the wodden ceiling while „Raise Hell“ by Anthrax was blasting through the speakers of the Panasonic stereo. You quickly sat up as you heard a familiar noise.

„Hey Hargrove, quit going through my stuff!“

„So this is where you hide your weed, huh?“ the curly haired boy replied, not even bothering to look at you while he continued to go through the small drawer in the corner of the room.

„Amongst other things, yeah.“ you got up from the couch, your naked feet touching the fuzzy carpet-floor as you walked over to Billy, quickly snatching the cigarette case, which contained all of your pre-rolled joints, from his hands.

„So you really weren't lying about that porn collection.“ Billy sounded a bit surprised as he spotted the several vhs tapes behind a few bottles of Jack Daniel's.

„Told you so.“ you mubled while trying to light the joint between your lips, those matches were definitely ancient. „Don't underestimate me.“

„I could never. But let me help you with that.“, the curly haired boy fished a zippo from the pocket of his tight Levi's jeans and put on the flame in front of your face while licking his lips.

„Thanks.“ you mumbled with a devilish grin, while inhaling the smoke and blowing it into Billy's face.

„You're welcome.“ he replied, taking the joint from your lips.

„Didn't think I was sharing that.“ „Well now you are. So, y/n you wanna get drunk and stoned while watching some porn or were you just talking shit earlier?“

„I’m never talking shit, Hargrove. Here how about this one: Shana Grant plays a singer who must overcome her corrupt manager, who himself is involved with the mob. Well if this doesn't sound like fun. It better be good I payed 5$ for that.“

„It sure does. I wonder what will happen.“ Billy joked as he made himself comfortable on the couch, opening another beer. „Put it on then.“

-

„Well she really is working hard on overcoming that corrupt manager.“ you chuckled while taking another sip from the bottle of Jack, putting out a cigarette in the ashtray in front of you. Your head was starting to feel kinda dizzy, but you would never admit that. At least not until Billy would do the same. You lurked over to the blonde boy sitting next to you on the floor, trying to observe his movements as inconspicuous as possible.

“It's a tough business.” Billy replied, chuckling as well. He had his arms streched out on the leather couch behind you guys, his  red shirt was almost completely unbuttoned, as usual. “Can I help you y/n?”. God dammit. You really were shit at observing people when you're drunk.

“Nope all good.” you replied while stretching yourself across Billy's lap to reach for another can of beer from the half rag that was placed to the boy's right. You could feel his eyes on you as you slowly moved back onto your place, your crop top riding up and allowing him to catch a short glimpse of your boobs.

“Can I help you?” you returned the question while raising an eyebrow.

“Nope all good. That's a very nice shirt though.”

Even though you knew what he was refering to, it really was a nice shirt. It had Metallica's Ride the Lightning cover on it and you had cutten off the sleves and turned it into a crop top. However, it had gotten a bit shorter than expected which meant that it was now barely covering your chest. But you really couldn't be bothered with that kind of stuff anyway.

“So what do you say y/n. Was it worth spending 5 bucks on this?”, Billy drew your attention back to the TV that was still playing the VHS tape.

“All in all yeah. However, I must say that they look kinda bored from time to time. If I'd wanna see that I'd set up a camcorder in the Sam Goody's storage room.”

Your last comment caused the curly haired boy to burst out laughing, “And I thought I was having a hard time. But you're right they do look kinda bored, which is a pity. Looks like a lot of fun.” he hummed the last part in your ear while putting his arm around your shoulder.

You blamed it on being drunk and stoned but his actions actually caused your whole body to shiver with excitement for a split second. Wow you really were gonna give in to him that easy? That'd be a new record.

“It does. Although, I think I'd look less bored.” you replied, taking another sip from your beer and trying to stay focused on the small TV.

“I bet you would y/n. It's such a shame that all these losers you hook up with don't seem to know how to treat you right.” Billy muttered with his husky voice while taking a deep pull from his cigarette, throwing back his head to release the smoke into the air.

“Well thanks for your condolences Hargrove. And you think you'd do it better? Some of that stuff looks kinda hard.”, you taunted while gesturing your head towards the TV, your body now being turned towards Billy.

“We both know I will.” the curly haired boy leaned towards you, only to put out his cigarette in the ashtray behind your back while spotting a dirty grin on his face. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, your heart rate rising at the thought of all the things you'd like him to do to you right now.

“Don't dissapoint me then.” your words were nothing but a low hum but they were enough for Billy to press his lips onto yours within a heartbeat. Although it had been a while since you last hooked up together, the feeling was more than familiar. You both knew exactly how to move to push each others buttons, your kisses were nothing but a constant fight for dominance. You quickly got rid of your crop top while Billy was taking off his shirt only to meet his lips again seconds later. The tall blonde trailed his kisses across your neck, suddenly burying his teeth in your flesh, causing you to hiss. Billy pulled away from you spotting his usual cocky grin while sticking out his tongue.

“You need to get out of these pants if we wanna try what we just saw.”, he advised teasing.

“Ditto.” you replied with a wink. “And just so that you know,” you began while getting rid of your tight black leggings, “When I say it would be fun to try what we just saw I mean all of it.”

“You dirty slut.” Billy groaned while grabbing you by the throat, pushing your back into the cold wodden wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist while holding onto him by his neck as he pushed inside you. You could feel Billy's back muscles tightening as he began to thrust into you with full speed. “Fuck.” you moaned.

“Like it when I fuck you like that y/n?”

“Fuck yes.”

You knew you wouldn't last long if he continued at this pace but before you could say anything Billy pulled out of you, moving a step back while slowly letting you slide down the wall. You smirked at him, licking across your lips before sliding your tongue up his throbbing cock, the taste of yourself mixed with pre-cum meeting your lips. Billy let out a deep growl before grabbing you by the hair, forcing himself all the way into your mouth. The fact that you didn't even gag caused him to grin “You're such a dirty girl, way too good for anybody in this town- fuck y/n”. His words were could off as you began to deep throat him, slowly at first but then getting more and more messy, all while keeping eye contact with the curly haired boy. Billy's moans were music in your ears, you loved to be the one dominating him, especially since it seemed like something that was rather new to him.

“Get on the couch.” Billy hissed out of breath while pulling your hair. You did as you were told but not before slowly sucking on his tip one final time. “What? Can't handle me pretty boy?” you teased smirking while slowly walking past him towards the couch.

“You better save that attitude for later.” The tall blonde growled as he followed you, “Get on your knees.”

Billy quickly positioned himself behind you, firmly grabbing your hips. You could feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs, as you waited for him to finally push into you again. “You're always so wet for me,” Billy hummed against your core, causing your legs to start shaking “And you taste so damn sweet.”

You could feel him adjust himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing you for what felt like forever.

“When did you become such a fucking tease, Hargrove?”, you groaned.

“What was that?”

“You heard me the first time. Just fuck me already.”

“You want me to fuck you, y/n?”

“Yes Billy pl- fuck.” This time it was you being could off as the tall blonde smacked into you, causing you to gasp.

“Like that?” he continued to tease as he began moving in a steady rhythym, “Or faster?”, Billy adjusted his speed at his last words.

“Faster...fuck Billy...fuck me harder.” You cried out, while the curly haired boy was continously hitting your sweet spot. You could feel your body tightening while you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Do you want me to pull out?” Billy growled while breathing heavily.

“No...just cum in my ass.”

Billy hummed at those words “So you really wanna try everything we just saw.”

He slowly pulled out of you, your whole body aching at the sensation of being left wanting more, just before he carefully pushed inside of you from behind, causing both of you to gasp.

“Fuck y/n I'm not gonna last much longer.”

“Just fuck me Billy..please.”

You did not need to tell him twice, after giving you some time to adjust to this new feeling he began to move with a steady rhythym, slightly fastening his pace.

“Fuck Billy...you feel so good.”, you had tried anal before but that was while being drunk at a party with some dude that clearly didn't know what he was doing, but the feeling of Billy fucking you from behind was something you'd never experienced before.

You're whole body was shaking and you could feel your lower abdomen tightening as you got closer and closer to your high.

“Fuck Billy I'm gonna cum.” You managed to cry out right before your orgasm rushed over you like a crashing wave, you buried your sweaty face and palms into the leather couch while moaning loudly.

This sensation caused Billy to let a fitlhy moan escape from his lips as he came inside of you, making sure to fill you up with every drip of his cum, before pulling out and collapsing on the couch.

The two of you had to take a few moments before either of you could say something. Both still breathing heavily, while sliding down onto the floor, trying to process everything that had just happened.

“So y/n, you're still not sure if I'd do better than those guys in the movie?” Billy chuckled out of breath while putting his jeans back on and lighting a cigarette.

“I'll think about it.” you replied dry while following his example.

“We're a really good team.” “Yeah a team of drunk and stoned idiots.”

[megalony]

Second chances- Part 8

This is the latest part of my Billy/ Four 6 Underground series which I hope you will all like. Thank you all for the amazing feedback it is much appreciated.

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Summary: (Y/n) believes being in the group is her second chance and Billy starts to believe it was his chance too as it brought (Y/n) into his life. But their newest mission is far from easy and (Y/n) ends up getting hurt.

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Why were they moving her? Where was she being taken? Were they trying to take her away from Billy? Where even was Billy? Why were there so many words but none that made sense?

The air was stifling cold, she had to be in some sort of freezer with the temperature that made her body want to shake if it wasn't suddenly immobile. The surface that her body had been placed onto was hard but even, it was smooth but cold, uncomfortable but stable. Maybe she was dead. Maybe this was a table in some sort of morgue and her mind had yet to switch off and let her be at some sense of peace.

But if she had died, then shouldn't she have been placed into a plastic bag and thrown to rest at the bottom of the sea with Six? They wouldn't have shipped her off to a morgue if she was dead, unless the team wasn't around when she died?

Why was she now laying on something so smooth and soft it felt like a cloud? What happened to the cold surface that felt like a morgue? Was she resting on the sand under the sun somewhere due to the heat that was becoming suffocating to her scolding body? Why would they take her to the beach or rest her on sand? It didn't feel like speckles of sand under her skin, her immobile body could tell that she wasn't sinking into the depths of sand that was allowing her to slip beneath the surface.

The voice was coming back, but it was speaking words that made no sense to (Y/n).

She wanted the words to make sense, she wanted the person to tell her where she was and why she couldn't open her eyes or why her body wasn't moving one single inch. She wanted to know what she was laying on, why she was no so hot when she had previously been colder than zero degrees. (Y/n) needed to know where the team was, where Billy was. He had been injured, she had to know if he was alright and if he was here because she wanted Billy.

When the feeling of stifling cold but ever so gentle lips pressed to her temple that was now on fire, all of (Y/n)'s questions disappeared.

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Billy didn't have any more tears to shed, his body had run out of salt water to produce to fall from his eyes. His eyes were raw and his skin was burning red and sticky from the tears that had glued paths down his features. Crying had done him no good and yet he hadn't been able to stop himself from letting the tears fall until he physically had no more left to give.

He knew that he should sleep, his body was craving even half an hour of sleep to re-energise himself and give himself another burst of energy since he was running on last reserves. But Billy couldn't go to sleep and risk something happening with (Y/n). He needed to sit here and wait until she wakes up properly.

For the last four hours, he had sat by and watched her murmur words he couldn't understand and turn her head. He saw her eyes flitting from side to side behind her eyelids before she eventually lost consciousness again. He needed her to wake up and talk to him, to tell him that she was alright because right now Billy didn't know if she was alright or not.

Her fever was still burning through her body and it was worrying Ben because it hadn't gone down yet. He had seen (Y/n) shake and sweat, he had felt the heat coming from her skin and the hot and cold flushes she had gone through over the past few hours. Billy had rotated the ice packs on her neck, wrists, stomach and ankles to try and cool her down, they had a fan blasting cold air to the point Billy himself was trembling from the cold but it was doing nothing for (Y/n).

The only thing that was allowing Billy's mind to be put at rest was the fact that her operation had been a success.

The joint had been cut from her body and a metal ball and socket joint had been drilled in its place. Her right leg was exposed so that Five could see how it was healing but Billy himself didn't think it looked too well. There were small pinprick blotches on her skin where the previous stitches had been but had been forcefully ripped out. The navy blue stitches were very tight holding the long, vertical gash together.

Dark purple and blue bruises were starting to appear around the stitches along with sparks of deep crimson red and a few blotches of blood rising beneath the surface.

Even One didn't want to come behind the curtain in case he felt sick at the sight since he still seemed to have the image of (Y/n)'s busted hip poking through her skin. When Five had removed her hip bone, One had caught a glimpse of the useless bone resting in the metal dish and he had thrown up.

The bone had four small drill holes into it from where the plate had been drilled into the bone but around those holes were fractures and splinters where the plate had been forcefully ripped away. There were small thin lines through the middle of the hip bone that showed the fracture (Y/n) had received a few years ago which had healed and there were new fractures in the bone that hadn't had time to heal before they were removed.

Trying to put a new plate onto the bone would be useless because it had been so close to snapping. If (Y/n) even tried to walk on that joint she would have collapsed and another operation would have been needed and she barely made it through this one.

Billy already knew that if (Y/n) came out of this okay she wouldn't want to rest up or take it easy. She had a new joint now, walking on it straight away was an impossibility because she had to let her body heal and get used to it. It was a small relief that the mission was over now because it meant they could all rest up and (Y/n) wouldn't feel like she was useless or missing out, she could take time to get better ready for when One picked out a new wrong with the world that they needed to fix.

Slowly reaching over with his free hand, Billy gently took hold of the bullet that was resting limply against (Y/n)'s chest. He rubbed the circular piece of metal between his thumb and index finger, closing his eyes as he started to pray.

All that Billy seemed to have done this past day was mutter words under his breath and pray in his mind for this to turn out okay. Now that he had the chain back in his grasp Billy couldn't take his eyes off of it, whenever the lucky charm caught his eye Billy started to whisper and pray, begging for it not to have run out of luck.

Every muscle in Billy's body tightened and tensed as he froze in place the moment a choked moan reached his ears. He barely managed to turn his head enough to look up at (Y/n)'s features, his eyes widening as he choked on his own breath when he realised she was waking up. He knew he had been praying for this moment to happen, but if she really was waking up now, Billy didn't know what he was going to say to her or what he was going to do.

Should he run and get Five to come and make sure she was okay? Should he sit and talk to her for a while and make sure she was alright himself?

Billy let go of the bullet and moved his hand so he was holding her hand in his own like he had been for the past four hours. His right arm was finally in a sling due to Five's pestering. She wasn't having Billy made the bone worse or causing a fracture as well as a break since he kept moving and using his arm instead of letting it heal. So he put it in a sling to calm her down after she made sure it was alright.

He had eventually gotten changed and scrubbed all of the caked blood off of him when Five told him she wouldn't let him near (Y/n) with all that blood. He understood what she meant though, he couldn't just sit around covered head to toe in his and her blood. With (Y/n) just having an operation, Five wanted the small area as sterile as possible so she didn't get an infection and Billy being covered in grime and blood wouldn't help.

The blood had also been cleaned from (Y/n)'s features and her exposed skin which made Billy feel more relieved. It was like washing away bad memories and Billy wanted the memory of yesterday completely erased from his mind for the rest of his life.

"(Y/n)... can you hear me?" Billy held her hand tightly in his as he leaned closer, trying his best to calm down because this could be just another lucid moment that wouldn't last very long. The anaesthetic was still wearing out of her system and she had had a very big operation, he couldn't expect her to wake up straight away but he was hoping this time she would be fully conscious.

Billy was growing too agitated the longer (Y/n) stayed asleep because it made him worry that she was never going to wake up.

When (Y/n) managed to squeeze his hand, Billy tipped his head down as he snapped his eyes closed. It felt like he was on drugs when a sudden rush of adrenaline sparked in his stomach and flowed through his veins. She was waking up, the other few times she seemed to come around she never said anything coherent and she didn't seem to hear him either. But she was waking up now, that meant the chances of Billy losing her were slimming down with each second she started to come back around.

As long as they got rid of her fever soon and she didn't get an infection and her body took to her new hip, they wouldn't be in danger of losing her any more.

Billy rested his chin on the bed (Y/n) was laying on, pressing his lips to her shoulder as he felt the need to cry but he still didn't have any more tears left. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand as he watched her eyelids fluttering like butterfly wings beating for the first time.

When her eyes finally opened, Billy's emerald ones seemed to sparkle shades brighter as he slowly let go of her hand so he could delicately brush his hand over the side of her face. Coaxing her to keep her eyes open and to try and focus on him.

(Y/n) felt like she had achieved something huge when her eyelids finally parted to allow her eyes to see where she was. It was as if someone had been forcefully holding her eyelids down and pinning her body down so she couldn't move, but now they were letting her gain back the control she had lost. As her eyes managed to form a picture, (Y/n) first managed to see a metal roof hanging above her with steel beams running across horizontally. They looked oddly familiar, it looked like the roof of the bunker they had back in LA where they started out the mission.

But they couldn't have flown all the way back to LA in a helicopter, the last thing (Y/n) remembered was Billy taking her off the helicopter so they couldn't be anywhere near the states.

With a lot of effort, (Y/n) managed to shift her eyes so she was no longer staring at the ceiling, and her gaze quickly landed on Billy. The blond looked oddly fragile and broken in such a way that (Y/n) had never seen before. (Y/n) let her head fall against his hand so she could lean into his touch.

"Do you feel okay?" Billy kissed the back of her hand as he slowly leaned up so he was sitting straight instead of being slouched over. He felt like he had suddenly gained a lot of energy now that (Y/n) was finally awake.

(Y/n) closed her eyes as she tried to think about the question, she didn't know how she felt. Everything was numb and she was only just beginning to gain her control and movement back, right now she didn't feel anything and (Y/n) didn't like it. But the moment (Y/n) lifted her head and tried to push herself so she was sitting up, her body jolted and twinged from the burst of agony in her hip. (Y/n) wanted to feel something other than this numbness, but she didn't want any more agony.

"No, no baby don't try and move. Five said you gotta lay like this for a while so your hip can heal."

(Y/n) tugged lightly on Billy's hand as her expression showed that she didn't know what he meant. What had happened to her hip? (Y/n) knew something had happened with the metal plate and the magnet but she didn't manage to see what had happened with it. All she knew was that it was absolute agony that she never wanted to go through again.

"T-the magnet on the boat... it ripped the plate from your hip. Five had to cut out the whole joint and put a metal one in its place. Baby, you can't walk for a few weeks and you gotta stay like this for a while to let it heal." Billy thought that (Y/n) would have remembered something about what happened or that she would have known that at least her hip had been torn out of place.

A new hip. A metal joint in place of bone that had been stripped from her body due to how broken and dislodged it had become. That explained the horrendous pain she just felt and the odd feeling in her side.

Letting her eyes cast down, (Y/n) bit down on her lip as she felt her breaths increasing at the sight she was faced with. All around the extensive line of stitches were bruises up to her stomach and down her leg like she had been battered. How was she going to handle not walking for weeks? How was she going to cope with her movement being restricted in such a way as this? What if she couldn't walk or run like she used to? What if this was going to restrict her for the rest of her life?

"Baby, it's gonna heal, you just have to give it some time." Billy reached over and quickly pulled the cover over her waist and legs so she couldn't see the damage that had been done and repaired over the past day.

(Y/n) swallowed harshly, trying to gain control of her throat again so she could try and speak, but she stopped when she felt something odd yet familiar at the same time. Managing to gain the control to move her left hand, (Y/n) felt the air catch in her throat when she felt the familiar chain hanging around her neck. She didn't remember putting this on, in fact, she hadn't worn it since she gave it to Billy a few weeks ago on the mission.

"I... I started to panic. I thought if you wore that, you'd have another chance and then you'd be okay." Billy spoke up when he noticed (Y/n) was reaching for the chain she must know that she hadn't been wearing for a few weeks now.

Billy wasn't going to lie, he had thought that (Y/n) was going to die and there had been a big possibility of that happening. The chain was his last-ditch attempt at giving her some sort of luck and doing his best to try and save her. He had failed in helping her on the mission so he put the chain around her neck to give her back the charm she had given him for luck.

"I love you too."

Billy's eyes widened as his jaw dropped but no words escaped his lips. That was the first thing she had said to him since she had been put under the anaesthetic. The last thing he remembered her saying to him was calling his name when she was afraid.

"I- I never said it back." (Y/n) explained quietly, wincing at how dry and cut up her throat sounded which was probably from how she had screamed on the helicopter. She remembered Billy telling her that he loved her but she had passed out before she even managed to tell him that she loved him too.

Pushing himself to his feet, Billy leaned down and pressed his lips feverishly to her own as if it was the last time he was going to kiss her. He ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from his eyes as he felt like his heart might explode in his chest.

She was going to be okay.

[cagestark]

I saw you’re a writer. Do you take prompts? If so, can we get tony with a motorcycle giving peter his first ride? 😁 thanks

You got it! Thanks for being my first prompt! 

Starker: Peter is 22yo. 3k. Smut below. Smoking. Tony is guilty and Peter is a little shit. 

“I’m not sure about this,” Peter says. Clutched in his hands is a motorcycle helmet, a great black glossy thing with a tinted visor that he knows gives no impression of the features that might be lurking underneath. He’s seen—okay, admired—it enough on Tony. Part of him laments it when Tony comes ripping up to the curb of Peter’s apartment to visit him, because it should be a fucking crime to hide a face like Tony Stark’s. Another part of him doesn’t mind because it totally looks cool. “It’s only two miles back to the bus station. I really don’t mind the walk.”

He really doesn’t mind. What he would mind is looking like an anxious, fearful kid in front of this man.  

Tony is rifling through the inner pockets of his leather jacket. He’s smoking, a cigarette pressed between his lips. He insists on standing an insulting distance away, downwind, so as to keep his second-hand smoke away. Peter doesn’t usually make a habit of being jealous of inanimate options, but it’s a common occurrence when Tony purses his full mouth around the filter and sucks so indecently, when he sips from a glass of whiskey and holds the alcohol in his mouth, eyes tight shut like in the most painful ecstasy before swallowing. Peter can’t help having an oral fixation. Nor a Tony fixation. At last Tony tugs free a pair of aviator sunglasses which balance so nicely on the bridge of his nose. It’s a little unsettling though, not seeing his eyes, knowing that he could be looking at Peter and he’d never know—then again, in what world would Tony Stark ever be looking at Peter. “A no is a no, kid. If you don’t want to ride—then I don’t want you to ride.”

“I didn’t say that—that I didn’t want to,” Peter says, voice a few octaves higher than he’d like it to be. He swallows but his throat is parched and his mouth no better. “I just. Well. You know. I’ve never ridden before—a motorcycle! I’ve never written a motorcycle.”

Tony’s lips twitch around his cigarette, but he masks it by reaching up to steady the smoke while he takes a drag. Like to balance Peter’s sudden plunge back six years to puberty, Tony’s voice is just a little deeper when he says: “I can guess it’s your first time, kid. Not to toot my own horn (though it’s a hell of a horn to toot), who better to have your first time with? You know. On a motorcycle.”

Peter can feel his face burning. He must be so red that there’s no way Tony could miss it. He can’t help having overactive capillaries. He also can’t help but feel like they’re having two different conversations. They’ve been flirting like this for months, ever since Peter graduated MIT and came back to New York to work under one of the R&D labs at Stark Industries. It’s no secret that Tony is a notorious flirt, and Peter has always contented himself with the fact that if Tony makes too many double entendre’s, it’s just part of the older man’s nature. He’s never made any other move—not even a hint at a move. Never a hand on his back, never standing so close as to let his breath brush Peter’s neck. If anything, Peter once saw him circumnavigate the entire lab to avoid brushing against the young man’s back by squeezing through the narrow space between Peter and a nearby lab table.

Tony isn’t interested. Period.

He shoves the helmet down over his head, taking in the cool, dark tint of the world around him. His curls are plastered to his forehead, but he sees the appeal—at least Tony can’t see his burning face. “How do I look?”

Tony snorts, but he’s smiling. “Like a bowling ball balanced on a toothpick.”

Peter wrenches the helmet off. So much for that. He holds it out. “It’s yours anyway—I can’t take it from you. Headgear is important.”

“Yeah, it is. Which is why you’re going to wear it.”

“No—no.”

“No exceptions. No helmet, no ride, kid. Those are the breaks.”

Peter balances the helmet on the seat of the Harley. “Well, then, I better get walking. It’s supposed to get dark soon—”

Though he can’t see it, he has the distinct impression that Tony is rolling his eyes. “I see what you’re doing Pete—”

“—and I hate to be out after dark, you know, it’s not safe—”

“—don’t even joke about that—”

“Joking? Who’s joking? Look at me, I’m walking away! See you on Monday, Tony—”

Now Tony looks angry, brows low and disappearing behind the mirrored shades. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and points it at the helmet. “Peter, Jesus fucking Christ, put it on so we can get moving.”

Peter spreads his arms, walking backwards so as to keep Tony in his vision. “I’m twenty-two, an adult perfectly capable of—fuck!”

His ankle rolls under him and he crumples, twisting so as to land on his palms and knees instead of his tailbone. Pain makes his whole foot throb in time to his heartbeat, and his hands are scraped and blood when he shifts to sit in the gravel. His eyes sting with pain and embarrassment, and then Tony is there, warm hands engulfing Peter’s, and wow, they are so much larger than his, so much more weathered and calloused, and also ow.

“Damn it, Pete,” Tony mutters. His cigarette is gone, smoldering from where he dropped it when he saw Peter go down. “What hurts, kid?”

“It’s my ankle. I sprained it once as a kid and it’s never been the same.”

Tony’s hands take Peter’s foot, as delicately as if he were Cinderella about to try on the glass slipper. The heat of his skin burns through denim and cotton, right down to Peter’s feverish skin. Very carefully, he twists Peter’s foot this way and that, frowning when he winces. “Probably just sprained it again, but I’m taking you back to the Tower to have it looked at. Can I carry you?”

“Huh?” Peter feels dazed, squinting up at Tony crouched over him as if he was squinting up at the sun.

“To the bike, kid. Can I carry you?”

That’s how he kneels in the gravel, getting dust on jeans that probably cost a month’s worth of his housing allowance back at MIT. Tony slips one arm under Peter’s bent knees and the other around his back, scooping him up—not without a wince himself and the distinct sound of joints popping like popcorn.

“You’re too old to carry me like this,” Peter says, embarrassed.

“Spending so much time with you has aged me prematurely,” snarks Tony.

Peter’s nerves alight as Tony guides him onto the motorcycle. He knows next to nothing about bikes—just how it looks, how it makes him feel. It’s a comfortable-sized V-2 engine, black and shining chrome. There’s no real seat for a passenger, not like on some of the bigger bikes he’s seen in the city. Instead, he’ll have to plaster himself to Tony, practically wrap his legs around him.

“Jesus,” he mutters, already feeling like he needs to adjust himself in his jeans.

Tony frowns, mistaking his oath for pain. Mercifully, he secures the helmet to the side of the bike. Peter doesn’t think his fragile, fragile ego could handle any more blows. “Don’t worry Pete. We’ll have you to the Tower before you can blink. Just hold on tight, okay? And lean into the turns.”

Tony mounts the bike, shifting back until Peter’s thighs are flush against Tony’s sides. Reflexively, he squeezes, legs clenching together. Tony’s boot slips in the gravel, twisting to get better traction. Face red, Peter forces himself to relax. It just feels—different. Having a person between his thighs like this. Sure, he’s not a complete virgin (he’s done plenty of stuff at MIT, thanks very much), but it isn’t as if he’s swimming in willing partners. And none of them could ever compare to Tony Stark.

Clearing his throat, Tony reaches back for one of Peter’s arms to curl it around himself. “Sorry, kid. But you have to hold on to me.”

“It’s—okay,” Peter says. He doesn’t know how to say that it’s very, very fucking okay. That this is the closest he’s ever been to Tony, close enough to smell the scent of leather and expensive cologne and cigarette smoke, close enough that when he lets his head lean forward, it rests against the nape of Tony’s neck, hairs tickling at his nose.

The bike comes to life and it vibrates. Peter tries to scoot his hips back, groaning, hoping that the sound is lost in the roar of the engine. He’s more than half hard now, arms wrapped around Tony’s trim waist. Tony shifts back further, bringing them flush against each other again, and when his erection presses into the older man’s back, Peter ends up whining into his neck. God, he hopes that the older man can’t feel it through his jacket and shirt—

“You hurting that bad, Pete?” Tony turns his head to ask.

Peter shrugs. Sure. His blue balls hurt, at least, the throbbing in his cock taking the notice away from the throbbing in his ankle. Because he loves the pain, he lets one of his hands slip between Tony’s open jacket until it’s flat against his thin t-shirt. The fabric does nothing to disguise the burning heat of Tony’s skin just beneath, the hard cut of his abdominals. The muscles underneath his hand jump and twitch, maybe just because they’re moving now, gravel flying under the wheels until they turn onto the asphalt road.

They were close before, but now momentum presses Tony back into the cradle of Peter’s hips and there’s nowhere Peter can go, nothing he can do but take it. Wind makes him tuck his head into Tony’s shoulders and he doesn’t even try to check his impulses, inhaling like a man coming up from water desperate for breath. One of Tony’s hands comes down to press against the outside of Peter’s knee, squeezing maybe to offer comfort though it makes the younger man decidedly more uncomfortable. He can’t feel his ankle anymore, can barely feel any of his limbs, all of his awareness centered on the hot hand burning through his jeans, his aching erection, the smell of Tony.

Peter can’t take it—his cock is downright painful—and he begrudgingly separates one hand from around Tony’s waist to palm at it, knuckles just brushing the back of Tony’s jacket. The pressure helps as much as it hurts, but then Tony’s hand has drifted back and up further from its place on Peter’s knee until he’s pressing against his thigh.

“I said hold on to me, kid,” Tony says, voice nearly eaten up by the wind.

Peter’s face burns as he puts his arm back. He refuses to rut against Tony, just digging his fingertips into the older man’s abs and pressing his forehead against the ridge of his spine.

That’s when it happens—when he realizes he’s on a motorcycle. They’re going at a speed that seems dangerous through the thick forest, trees blurring as Tony rides like the devil is chasing them. The road has only been curvy until now, but the steepest curve approaches and he can’t remember what Tony said—lean into it? Or against it? His heart is in his throat, arousal and ankle forgotten. He’s going to get them killed, he’s got to say something—

Pressing himself flat against Tony, chest to back, his hands scramble against the older man’s jacket, trying to convey his panic and fear, and one of his hands slips too low where it brushes against a noticeable bulge. The man flinches. Peter’s breath catches. Tony is hard.

Tony is hard.

They take the turn. Peter leans in on instinct, following Tony’s lead. His eyes are open and burned by the wind but he barely notices. Swallowing, he lets his hand drift down again, adjusting to make it appear as if it was on accident and yes, that’s definitely a hard on, solid and straining against the jeans. The motorcycle swerves even as Peter’s hand jumps away to press flat against Tony’s abs again. Tony’s hand is back on Peter’s leg, palm against his outer thigh, fingers curling. Peter thought maybe he was gripping so tightly in a warning—don’t touch me—but the grip doesn’t lessen, and he wonders—

He slides his hand down, purposefully, palm dragging over cotton and denim to palm Tony’s erection. Fingers flex on his thigh, and Tony’s head tilts back ever so slightly, like it can’t help but loll. Peter does his best to curl his fingers around the thick cock, feeling it as best as he can through the jeans, thumb running along it to find the arch of the head—

Tony swerves. His hand comes off of Peter’s thigh and then they are turning off of the asphalt road and onto another gravel path, the road rougher and making Peter’s balls ache where they’re underneath him. It only takes a few hundred feet for the trees to mask the sight of them from the main road. Tony is off the bike in an instant, stumbling as if drunk towards the woods.

Peter sits balanced on the bike, breathing heavily. His ears still ring from the roar of the bike even though it is quiet now. The noise is loud though as Tony goes off the gravel road and into the brush, twigs cracking until he stops, partially obscured by the trees.

“Tony?” Peter asks. His throat is dry, erection flagging. What’s going on—is Tony going to be sick? He steps off of the motorcycle, careful not to topple it over. He squints, trying to get a better glimpse of the older man. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Tony groans. “Give me a minute. Stay on the bike, okay?”

Peter swallows. He takes a few careful steps (ankle aching now) and has a better view. Tony has one arm braced against the rough bark of a tree, and the other—

“Jesus,” Peter mutters under his breath.

Tony is jerking off. With his back turned, Peter doesn’t have the best view, but there’s no mistaking the stance, legs spread, the leather clad arm that is moving rhythmically, stripping his cock with a steady, slow rhythm. The only sound are ambient noises—birds in the distance, crickets coming out for the evening—and Tony’s harsh breaths puffing out through his nose. His head tilts back just like it did on the bike when Peter palmed him, and Peter gets a glimpse of his eyes squeezed shut, the side of his jaw, mouth open—

Peter palms at his own cock still in his jeans. He’s harder than he’s ever been, feeling like he could blow with just the gentle pressure of his hand. If Tony turned just a little, just enough to give Peter a glimpse of the older man’s cock, he’d be done with for sure. He shifts.

A stick cracks under his feet.

Tony’s head snaps around, eyes wide and wild. He rakes them over Peter still on the gravel road, and Peter can’t imagine how he looks, obscenely hard in his jeans, hand doing his best to jerk himself off through the denim. The horror of being caught evaporates from Tony’s face and Peter can tell that its arousal that’s left in its wake. The groan Tony gives reminds him of the purr of the bike between his thighs and a sound slips free from the back of his throat, too close to a whimper for his face to not burn at the indignity of it.

“Christ,” Tony mutters. He turns—no use hiding now—to press his back flush against the tree. “What’s with you and not listening to me today, Pete?”

Tony’s pants have been hastily undone, and his cock pulled free. It’s thick and long, flush in the dim lighting through the thick canopy of trees overhead. Tony’s hand continues its motion and Peter is enamored with the way the head disappears and reappears through the circle of Tony’s hand. His mouth waters, jaw aching.

“God, Tony, please—” Peter gasps. “—please let me have it. God, please—”

He groans again, the arm not jerking his cock comes up to press over his eyes. “Jesus Peter, don’t say that—”

“Why not? Is it—not for me?”

Tony snorts, still not looking. His hips cock upwards, fucking into his own fist. “Pretty sure you’re singlehandedly the cause of all of my erections for the last nine months, Pete.”

Peter swallows. If he doesn’t, he might drool. “Then that’s mine. I should be able to have it, if its mine.”

Tony shakes his head. When his arm moves, his face is twisted in pain, pleasure, guilt, desire. His voice is ragged, destroyed, when he says, “No.”

“But—”

“No means no.”

And Peter can’t argue with that. Whatever is holding Tony back—Peter has to respect it. Even if it’s hurting them both. Peter stops touching himself, determined not to miss a single moment of what he’s seeing. He nods, and Tony closes his eyes in thanks, letting his head loll back against the tree even as his hand speeds up on his cock, legs shifting a hairsbreadth wider.

“I still want it,” Peter says. His voice is low enough to almost be carried away by the nature around them, but he knows by the way Tony’s throat bobs as he swallows that the man heard him. Face burning, he can’t stop, the words cathartic. “When you’re ready—if you’re ever ready. Please let me, Tony. I want to—God—I want to suck you off, want to touch you and smell you and taste you. If I have one more dream about riding you, I think I might go crazy.”

“Fuck,” mutters Tony. His mouth opens, and he gives a handful more brutal thrusts into his fist, knuckles nearly white with how tightly he’s gripping himself, before he lets go, cum bursting from the head of his cock onto the ground and over his fingers. The relieved noises he makes are almost enough to make Peter’s eyes drift close, balls drawing up tight. Thankfully, he doesn’t come untouched.

It takes an entire minute for Tony’s breathing to slow to something resembling normal. Inside his jacket is a handkerchief—honest to God, Peter didn’t even think people under 60 carried those anymore—and he wipes his hand on it. Peter tries not to whine, salivating at the waste. Tony tucks himself back into his pants and carefully makes his way out of the brush and back onto the gravel road.

The older man clears his throat, hand replacing the sunglasses from where he pushed them up to his hair. “We should—should probably get you to that doctor. Maybe now I can drive without getting us fucking killed.”

“Yeah,” Peter laughs weakly. They’re close enough that Peter imagines he can smell the musty scent of cum, and it revives the ache in his cock with a passion until he’s the one groaning. He’s pressing his hand against himself, he realizes, but it’s barely helping. And Tony is watching him. “Tony—” he gasps. Swallows. Tries again. Reaches for Tony’s hand, the one that was just covered in cum. “Would you—please.”

Tony breathes deeply, steps closer, until their breaths are mingling together. Tony’s hand is warm when Peter takes it, warm and still a little damp. Keening, Peter presses it to his mouth, licks a hot stripe across the palm. The flavor bursts across his tongue—salty, a little bitter.

“Jesus, kid,” Tony says. His fingers flex under Peter’s tongue. He closes his eyes. “Do what you’ve got to, Pete.”

Peter takes Tony’s hand and presses the palm flat to his throbbing cock. The pressure is incredible. The fact that it’s Tony is incredible. It comes over him quick, balls drawing up so tightly its painful, and he grinds into the palm as he comes almost immediately, pressing his lips closed so as to not whine out loud. His cock jerks a handful of times, orgasm pulled from the pit of his gut in the most agonizingly pleasurable way. It feels like it lasts forever and is over in a blink. Tony’s fingers twitch, thumb rubbing against the head of Peter’s denim clad cock, making him groan. A few more moments of that and he’s nearly positive he could get hard again.

Tony presses a kiss to the crown of Peter’s head. “I’m sorry,” he whispers into the younger man’s hair.

Peter laughs softly, resting his forehead against Tony’s collarbones. “I’m not.”

[stusbunker]

Feels Like the First Time

A Supernatural Fan-fiction

Featuring: Sam Winchester/ Rowena Macleod

Written for @spnkinkbingo​

Square Filled: Amnesia

Word Count: ~3400

Summary: Rowena takes Sam seriously and indulges them both.

Lovely Banner made by @thoughtslikeaminefield​

Warnings: 18yo+, memory wipe, smut, multiple orgasms, hinted public sex, size difference, magically enhanced sex, annoyed as hell Dean.

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He sensed her presence before she said a word, a subtle tingle that started at the base of his neck and sank down his spine, pulling his shoulders back and head up. Sam stood tall; his eyes darting about until he was reassured what the instinctive alarm meant. In unnatural quiet, Rowena had draped herself against the doorframe, amused yet calculating as she watched them ready the ingredients. He couldn’t help but swallow at the sight of her, coiffed and elegant, something so out of place in his boots-on-the-ground, blood-under-the-fingernails kind of life.

               “Hello, boys,” Rowena purred, decadent eyes sinking into his very being.

               “Bout time you showed up,” Dean grumbled, dropping the spell book he had been using onto the table beside the muslin mat. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and gave her a knowing shrug.

               “A bit surly aren’t ye? What’s a matter Dean, flask dry already?” Rowena bated, holding her hair to the side as she unwrapped the belt on her coat. Beneath it she was dressed in a rich maroon blazer, accented with gold, her tiny waist pinched by a matching pencil skirt. The cream-colored blouse was only a shade darker than her porcelain skin. Sam couldn’t help but wonder what was softer the satin or the parts of her it covered. Quickly, he pulled himself out of his thoughts and his eyes off their witch-to-the-rescue to help finish preparing the ingredients for the spell.

               Sam couldn’t get his hands to work properly, they were thicker now, the joints moving sluggishly. But, eventually, he had the dry ingredients diced as Rowena mixed the mucus and moss. Dean seemed to teeter over them, unsure what to do as he waited, constantly blowing or patting at his hair.

               “Alright, side-by-side you go,” she instructed with a curt nod. She paced in front of them as they settled in place, shallow bowl in her left hand as she began to recite the spell. She stopped in front of Sam first, eyes wide as she continued to chant, when he didn’t understand she beckoned him lower with a quick tug at his neck with her free hand. With a cackle from Dean, they both bent over, allowing her to cover their foreheads with the tar like concoction. At least, it didn’t smell like anything worse than a mud mask, Dean thought.

               Once Sam and Dean wore matching bands of sludge over their brows Rowena finished the spell, voice rising in pristine Latin. The moment the final word was spoken, they both fell to the floor, unconscious. Rowena daintily stepped over their bulk of muscle and limbs, to return her ingredients to their containers. She left the hunters where they lay and made her way to the library.

               An hour later, that is where Sam found her, sipping on Dean’s hidden stash of Scotch, reading. Being back in his own body again magnified every sensation, from the weight of his footsteps to the fit of his clothes. Though mostly it was the hunger, the raw aching need to touch and to take, to fill and be filled. Sam needed her and now that his hands were again his to control; he didn’t hesitate. Without a word he fell to his knees at her feet, hands resting beside her delicate shoulders on the wooden chair. If she was shocked by his antics, she didn’t let on. With a silent plea and panting breaths Sam huffed out his desperation with hazel intensity.

               Carefully setting her glass down, Rowena reached up, and crumbled the remnants of the spell from his face. Her tiny fingers were cold yet soothing, and Sam leaned into her touch, eyes closing in submission.

               She leaned forwards, rubied lips gliding passed his until she spoke hot and dark into his ear, “I don’t suppose you’d like to thank me in private?”

               Sam’s whole body shuddered, and a strangled groan was the only audible sound before he cupped her face and kissed her senseless. She broke away and snaked her hands behind his neck, locking him to her as she rubbed her nose against his. With matching grins and general disregard for Dean who was also righted, but stumbling out of the dungeon, they tucked away in Sam’s room for the foreseeable future.

               Hours later, they lay naked in each other's arms, Sam’s fingers threading through Rowena’s bright hair as she walked her nails over his chest. They sighed in the contented warmth, a mutual relief in ending up there at last. She was silently pleased that he was the one to instigate it after all his inane posturing, but he was a Winchester after all. Rowena nipped up his jaw as he faced the ceiling, lids heavy above a blissful smirk. His dimples were simply scandalous, of course she had to bite each one once they popped up again. Sam’s hand left her hair, sinking to drag her hip tight to his side. It simply fell back, teasing the cleft of her backside, one massive hand encasing her.

               “I can’t believe that actually happened,” Sam said softly, devilishly down his nose to her.

               “Don’t tell me you need a reminder already, Samuel, I’m too sore for that yet,” Rowena warned, eyes melodramatically aghast.

               Sam chuckled, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “No, just, it’d been a long time comin’.”

               “Really now?” Rowena deadpanned. “I wonder why, Mister High-and-Mighty…”

               Sam swatted her ass, dragging her on top of him as he feigned innocence. “Well, you are completely out of my league.”

               Rowena’s bottom lip popped out in consideration before she nodded. “True, poor boy. What will I do with one such as you?”

               She began to rock along his reawakened cock, graceful glides of her supple skin against his, nails digging into his upper arms as she looked him over. Sam hummed appreciatively as she sank down onto him, hot and swollen. “Thought you were sore.”

               She raised an eyebrow in return. “I thought you knew better than to question me. I take what I want,” her teeth were tight over the last word, before she leaned forward and kissed Sam again. His hands gripped her ribcage, thumbs tracing beneath her perfect tits as he thrust back into her. She arched backwards with cantered grace, letting the depths of her magic pull their bodies into a final crescendo. It was maddening how amazing it was. Sam crashed in a state of euphoria that seemed too much for his mind to process. Maybe it was Rowena’s lingering magic, maybe it was just her, but Sam no longer believed Heaven existed on the other side of a sandbox.

               “Oh gods,” Rowena fell forward with a hearty moan, her chest firm and comforting, a slender smothering Sam welcomed. He nuzzled the edge of a nipple, pinning her narrow waist in a hearty hug.

               “That was—” Sam sputtered.

               “Aye,” Rowena agreed, smiling easily as she took her turn to play with his hair.

               “I don’t know about you, but I don’t think we can top that,” Sam sighed, delighted and dazed by their coupling. “Maybe it was because it was our first time—"

               “Hardly,” she tatted.

               “You know what I mean,” Sam stared at her suddenly serious, perhaps even a little self-conscious. Sam looked up at her with those puppy dog eyes that she couldn’t stand. “I’d do it all over again.”

Rowena gave a noncommittal reply before slinking her legs together and dropping to the floor. She dragged the comforter back onto the bed to cocoon inside as her body temperature evened. She let Sam hold her tight, finding his hand over her elbow oddly soothing as she drifted off with Sam’s natural furnace adding to her warmth. She awoke with the crack of dawn, and sinful inspiration.

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               “So, she’d just bail on you? Kinda harsh,” Dean patted Sam’s back as he sat alone in the kitchen.

Sam turned to his brother in confusion. “Who bailed? What are you talking about?”

Dean stared at Sam and then shifted his weight on his feet and leaned in to really focus on him. “Rowena? Witch? About yea-high?”

“Rowena? Why would Rowena be bailing on me? I haven’t seen her in weeks,” Sam laughed awkwardly. “You okay, man? Still drunk maybe?”

Dean swallowed a mouthful of scalding hot coffee and choked. Once he could get the words out, he came back at Sam, “Trying to play it sly, really?! After the fucking show you guys put on last night. I think I went deaf in this ear trying to drown you guys out.”

“Dude, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam tried not to laugh, but Dean’s absurd aggression over the impossible implication of hooking up with Rowena made it difficult.

“Listen, you don’t want to admit to getting walked out on, fine. But I have just one question. Carpet match the drapes?” Dean’s eyebrows pitched over his mug. Sam stood up without an answer, shaking his head at his brother’s asinine inquiry.

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               Their next case, Rowena appeared out of the woodwork, sashaying into the crime scene with credentials from Scotland Yard and a mean streak a mile long. The locals were falling all over themselves with ma’ams and manners. Dean was not amused, especially when Sam’s voice dropped and got exponentially clumsier whenever she glanced his way.

               “Why are you here?!” Dean snapped once he was left alone with her at the morgue.

               “Hello, Rowena. Nice to see you again. Thanks for getting our heads back in our bodies after we blundered it up! Like always,” Rowena retorted, doing a horrible mockery of Dean’s voice.

               Dean sighed, waiting for her rant to run its course. He read over the medical examiner’s report before pulling back the sheet on the latest victim, noticing intricate tattoos on the insides of each wrist.

               “Seriously, what’s your angle? This case barely hit our radar, what’s it to you?” Dean pressed.

               “I’m not the culprit, if that’s what you mean to say!” Rowena primped, tisking at Dean as he continued to look over the body.

“Got something to say, spit it out,” Dean snipped from across the room.

Rowena shrugged dramatically. “It’s nothing, dear. Just a wee bit of ectoplasm along the nasal passage and defensive wounds along one side of the body. But I’m sure a lifelong hunter, a professional of your caliber, noticed such things.”

Dean double flashed his phone’s flashlight up the guy’s nose to find Rowena correct, his head slumped in defeat. He called Sam at the victim’s house, in the process trying not to let Rowena out of his sight. “We got ecto on the vic.”

“Vengeful spirit, huh,” Sam thought aloud. “Okay, well, meet back at the motel? Figure out who we gotta burn?”

“Sounds good. Hide the china though, Glinda hasn’t gone back to Oz,” Dean lamented.

“Whatever you say,” Sam agreed.

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               Rowena appreciated a man that could handle physical labor, watching Sam dig the rocky grave was quite a sight. Especially since he was always more the studious type, though she knew firsthand what kind of power his body held. And she wasn’t done with him. The air seemed to hum around them as they watched Dean set the bones on fire, Sam glancing down at her as she reached up to his hair, pulling away dead grass from his efforts. Her dark eyes reflected the flames and Sam lost all sense of control, he crashed into her, mouth open and hands tugging. Dean didn’t even bother complaining, he just walked away as Sam pinned her against a tree. He let Sam walk back to the motel for that traumatizing visual.              

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               Their third first time was after a long case when Rowena hadn’t been able to counteract the aftermath of another witch’s botched spell. Visibly shaken over her unexpected shortcomings, Sam held her tight as she tried not to cry. His large hand trailed over her back in languid motions, warm and soothing.

               “You did what you could, no one blames you,” Sam murmured.

               “I bloody should be able to clean up after an amateur, Samuel. I’ve been doing this for so long, maybe I am getting rusty,” she trailed off, not meaning to continue the trail of thought aloud.

               “Hey, look at me?” Sam demanded, pulling her face up towards his with a whisk of his fingertips over her jaw. “You are as sharp as ever. Don’t let someone else’s mistakes take away from what you are.”

               “And what’s that, hmm?” Rowena hummed, eyes sparkling against Sam’s intense affirmation.

               “The most badass witch I have ever—” Sam huffed until his face broke open into a grin of a much younger man. “You’re amazing, you know that. I don’t have to tell you.”

               She tightened her fists into his shirts. “But it sounds so much better when you say it, dear.”

               Sam wiped away a stray tear that had escaped her controlled façade, thick thumb tracing her sharp cheekbone until they fell into a breath of a kiss. Tender and timid.

               “I didn’t figure you’d be a gentle one,” Rowena teased, pressing against him in urgency. They moved in a trance of silent adoration and gentle longing towards Sam’s room. There, they went slowly, lips and hands exploring each other in layers. The hunger grew in his eyes as he saw each fresh strip of flesh, pale and ageless against her overstated lingerie. He kissed down her taut stomach, stubble burning as he tore away the delicate fabric keeping him from tasting her at last. He sank between her thighs as a pilgrim at a prayer rail, gracious and pleading. Swearing oaths and praising her name. She fell apart flushed with emotion; uncertain she could continue such games.

               Sam tucked her into his side, holding her close as he sank into her. Filling her without his lips, eyes or hands ever leaving her skin. She writhed beneath him, keening every version of his name, shaking as he grunted into her hair, sweet nothings that meant more than anything had before. His hand splayed over her heart as he found his release, her name a promise on his lips.

               She woke him with her twisted smile teasing him until he opened his eyes, her nimble fingers dwarfed by his length. He lay back and watched her work, yesterday’s makeup fading onto a somehow younger looking face. Her ancient eyes couldn’t fool him though, they poured out the things she hadn’t said, giving Sam much more than the sweet pulse of her tongue could offer. His throat bobbed as he clenched his jaw, straining as she took him deeper, cupping his balls as her wordless syllables pulled him over the edge in the still morning air.

               Rowena climbed up his body, leaning back against the pillows in signature refinement as Sam groaned and stretched his waking limbs. He kissed her cheek before heading to relieve himself, lingering on the sight of her in his bed. She drank in his proud smirk before burying herself back into his sheets. He woke her late in the morning, with a strong cup of tea and a shy smile.

               “So, Dean’s gone for a few hours, running errands. I don’t really know what you do for fun, but I was kind of hoping we could spend some time together?” Sam stood with his hands in his pockets, waiting for Rowena to blow him off completely.

               Gracefully she set her cup on his desk. She stood, tugging at the neck of his tee shirt so it fell to the back of her knees. “Sam, my idea of fun is precisely what you’ve spent your life fighting against. I’m a witch. You’re a hunter.”

               “What are you saying?” Sam crossed his arms over his chest, straightening to his full height. “Are you telling me that you didn’t want this?”

               “No!” She said firmly, turning away. “Perhaps--- it was just all just well and good. Truly, the best. But—I’ve not been honest with ye. And I don’t think you’d want me taking up your free time if you knew everything.”

               “Rowena, what did you do?” Sam relaxed as she dropped back to his bed, looking almost childlike in his shirt, hands gripping the edge of the mattress.

               “It was something you said, the first time. The real first time, a sheoid,” she leaned into each word, eyes pleading for his patience.

               “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam sank beside her, anger and curiosity battling within him.

               “Last night wasn’t the first time I’ve shared your bed. You said you wished we could do it all over again and I thought—” Rowena couldn’t help but smile at the memory, but her voice stumbled once she saw the pain in his eyes.

               “You tricked me,” Sam sighed.

               She turned to face him, pulling his hand into her lap, snugly in her own. “Just a wee memory patch, I can take it away if you’d like?”

               “How many?” Sam said evenly, glaring slightly into her eyes.

               “How many patches or how many bouts? You need to be more specific,” Rowena teased, tongue clipping each word out.

               Sam’s eyes bulged, inhaling deeply through his nose. “Both.”

               “Just two patches, but it was quite a few rounds. I dare say your stamina is—” Rowena started to gush, blowing out her appreciation as she watched Sam squirm.

               “You’re gonna fix my memories, but I need to know one thing before you go digging in my head again.” Sam pointed at her with his free hand.

               “Alright then, out with it,” Rowena rolled her eyes, leaning back to rest on her hands, crossing her bare legs at him.

               “What made you stop? You could have kept leading me along, having your way with me and wiping the slate clean. But something was different today. Why?” Sam’s voice pulled her apart, his eyes intense and knowing. He challenged her in a way only he could and she hated him for it.

               She chewed on her tongue before making a pathetic offer. “I could just leave them lie. You’d be none the wiser and I could be on my way.”

               Sam shook his head at her, the air thick as she felt the remnants of her emotional walls drift away on the breeze.

               “You! You, stupid moose. You come in here with tea, proper strength and sugars and then you stand there, like you do. Tall and offering up your day, like some doaty loun.” Rowena groans and presses her hands to his temples, frustrated she kept going.

               “Because I’m done pretending, Sam. I don’t want you to forget. Satisfied?”

               Sam held her wrists, and searched her eyes, before he could say anything, she kissed him. All of her inhibitions and pretense left on the floor beside her gown. She kissed him like it would be the last time, but he didn’t let her go. He pulled her onto his lap until neither one could breathe.

               “Do it.” Sam leered out of the tops of his eyes. “Before you make me forget again.” He winked at her then. She began muttering under her breath, nails digging into his scalp as she peeled away the layers dulling his memories. It was over in less than a minute. Sam’s eyes slammed closed, too many sensations flooded his system as he remembered pulling splinters out of his knuckles, unspoken for sore muscles and jaw falling into place along their lost timeline.

               “There. Good as new?” Rowena waited for Sam to reply.

               “You fixed us. Why would you hide that?” Sam wondered aloud. Rowena tried to shrug it off, standing as she collected her clothing.

               “Hey—I’m not mad,” Sam pulled her back to him, holding her waist as she stood between his feet. “Don’t do that ever again, but I’m good, if we're good?”

               “We as in—” Rowena grumbled.

               “Us,” Sam nodded infectiously, dimples pulling her from her shell. She rolled her eyes and huffed defiantly.

               “Fine. You want a fecking hen, Samuel. You have one. Happy?” Rowena pushed him playfully.

               “Yup,” Sam pulled her back with him, popping the p. She giggled against his lips as he tucked her hair out his way.

               Later that day, Dean returned, startled to find Sam and Rowena reading on the couch together. She had her hair back and barely any makeup on, but the way Sam was looking at her, Dean didn’t point out the shift. A glib ‘finally’ his only celebration.

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[january3693]

Most nights, Remus was a deep sleeper. He could snore straight through the shouts and small explosions that came part and parcel with sharing a dorm with James, Sirius, and Peter. On weekends, Remus could sleep through breakfast all the way to lunchtime if no one dragged him out of bed.

It was as though his body was trying to store sleep. stockpiling it for that time of the month when Remus would find no rest at all.

The full moon wasn’t for two more days, but the anxiety, restlessness, and nausea that always accompanied it had started early this month. Remus had been tossing and turning in bed for hours, his mind racing in circles as his muscles ached and his stomach churned. Finally, he admitted defeat and rolled out of bed, shivering at the cold stones beneath his bare feet. He felt chilled to the bone but knew that his chills could turn to fevered sweats at any moment.

Grabbing the transfiguration textbook from his beside cabinet, Remus headed for the stairs, intending to curl up on a couch by the fire and get ahead on his reading since he was sure he would miss at least a day or two stuck in the hospital wing under Madame Pomfrey’s fiercely watchful eye. He was almost to the door when he saw the thin crack of light shining through the curtains of another bed.

It seemed Remus wasn’t the only one unable to sleep tonight.

Remus wasn’t surprised to see the light was coming from Sirius’s bed. Of them all, Sirius probably slept the least. He was a chronic insomniac who somehow managed to function on a scant few hours of sleep caught every other night, or so it always seemed.

Like a moth, Remus felt himself drawn to the light, or rather to what was behind it. He and Sirius had officially been together for a little over a month now, and it was still thrilling and terrifying in equal measures. Even now, exhausted and anxious and woozy, Remus could feel his heart beat a little faster just thinking of Sirius. Of his boyfriend.

The polite, normal thing to do would have been to knock lightly on one of the bed posts or whisper a greeting to let Sirius know he was there, but Remus couldn’t resist the opportunity to just look at Sirius. It felt like he’d been repressing the urge to do exactly that for so long that being able to look at Sirius without having to hide his interest, his longing, still felt strange and almost miraculous.

Staring through the narrow slit between the curtains, Remus was gifted with a sight only rarely glimpsed by anyone around Hogwarts: Sirius Black studying.

Wearing a rumbled t-shirt for a Muggle band Remus had only vaguely heard of and a pair of red-striped pajama bottoms, Sirius sat cross-legged at the head of his bed. Books lay scattered around him. An inkpot balanced precariously on a small stack of textbooks, while Sirius used the back cover of another as a makeshift writing desk. Sirius was chewing absently on the end of his quill while the ink smudged index finger of his free hand wandered down the page of their charms textbook, searching for some specific point or theory.

There was something breathtakingly intimate about the scene before Remus. He felt almost embarrassed to witness it, but his discomfiture paled beside the twin forces of adoration and desire coiling in Remus’s chest. These feelings weren’t exactly new, but giving himself permission to feel them was.

“Going to stand there all night, Moony, or would you like to come in?” Sirius asked quietly.

Remus blushed and ducked his head, stammering out a whispered apology. Sirius didn’t look up right away. He kept his eyes on his parchment as he copied down a sentence in his elegant, almost calligraphic handwriting. Remus could have used that moment to escape downstairs or back to his own bed, but he didn’t. He was frozen in place. Had Sirius really just invited him into his bed?

When Sirius finally looked up there was a smirk on his lips so infuriatingly confident that Remus almost considered leaving out of spite. Almost.

“Well?” Sirius asked quietly. When Remus remained firmly rooted in place, he picked up the book with the inkpot balanced precariously on top of it, and moved it to make room for Remus to sit facing him. “I could use your help with this bit about the theory behind the vinegar to wine spell.”

His smirk had softened, and when Remus nodded and finally slipped all the way through the curtains to sit on the bed, Sirius’s face almost reflected the nervous flutter Remus felt within his own chest. This was all new for Sirius too, Remus reminded himself.

There was a bit of shuffling, rearranging books and pillows, and few hasty spells to clean up after Sirius’s inkpot inevitably spilled. Then they were sat facing each other. An hour passed like that, studying mixed with glances that lingered when they caught each other looking, touches that might have been accidental, but became tentatively purposeful when they weren’t rejected. It was awkward and distracting, and even through his escalating exhaustion, Remus loved it.

*

Sirius could see Remus was flagging. He’d been staring at the same paragraph for almost ten minutes now. His eyes were drooping, their focus going soft, and at any minute he was likely to topple over and upset the inkpot again. Even Sirius was finally feeling the bone-deep heaviness that told him he would finally be able to sleep. It was time for both of them to be done for the night, especially since they would soon be up all night for the coming full moon.

Remus didn’t even seem to notice as Sirius put away his books and essay. He continued to stare dazedly at transfiguration diagrams. A smile tugged at Sirius’s lips. It was unusual to see Remus so unguarded, so vulnerable. It raised protective feelings toward Remus that Sirius had possessed for years, but which he was discovering new facets to now that they were dating. He wanted to pull Remus down beside him, to wrap them both in blankets and hold him tight through all the pain the full moon brought every month.

When Sirius pulled the book from his hands, Remus startled out of a half doze. “I think we’re both ready to try falling asleep again, yeah?” Sirius whispered.

He wanted to kiss the small dimple that formed at the corner of Remus’s sleepy smile. “You’re right…” Remus said around a yawn. He stretched his legs out, and some joint popped as he shuffled toward the edge of the bed.

Panic, sudden but still sleepy, tugged at Sirius, and he reached out, catching Remus’s wrist.

“Stay?” Sirius whispered.

This was new territory for him, and he could feel his heart beating faster. He’d been with other boys, dated them, snogged them, even shagged a few, but he’d never had one in his bed. He’d never slept with any of them. It had never been something that occurred to him. The dorm beds at Hogwarts were comfy but narrow, and Sirius had never felt the desire to squeeze himself into one beside another person. Until now.

Remus blinked and looked down at his wrist still encircled by Sirius’s ink-stained fingers. He looked awake now. Awake and suddenly nervous.

“Just to sleep,” Sirius said hastily. “It doesn’t have to be anything else, just sleeping.”

Remus bit his lip, tugging away the dimple Sirius still wanted to kiss. Sirius tried not to wince. Had he been too bold? Too forward? He’d only dated in the loosest sense of the word before this, really it had been more reoccurring appointments to snog behind tapestries and get each other off in unused classrooms. He’d never had a real boyfriend before, and even if he had, Remus was more than that already. Remus was special, and Sirius didn't want to screw things up with him.

“It’s all right,” Sirius added, trying to hide his sudden attack of nerves. “It’s all right if you don’t want to.” He wanted Remus here, to nestle close to him, but he didn’t want it if Remus didn’t. Trying to cuddle if Remus was too tense and anxious to want it wouldn’t give Sirius any enjoyment either.

Remus cocked his head to the side. He didn’t look at Sirius, but he stopped worrying at his lip. “Well, it is warmer in here than it would be back in my bed.”

Perhaps it wasn’t the ringing enthusiasm and passionate goodnight kiss Sirius might have liked, but he grinned like an idiot anyway.

There was more shuffling and bumping of elbows and hips and knees and then Sirius was lying in bed with his boyfriend for the first time.

Remus’s feet were cold and there wasn’t nearly enough room for them to sprawl comfortably. Yet...Remus pressed his icy toes against Sirius’s warm calves, and the tight space meant that they were both lying on their sides, facing each other only inches apart.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to fall asleep,” Remus whispered. Sirius could feel the air of his breath across his cheek.

“Me neither,” Sirius replied. He was staring into Remus’s wide, amber brown eyes, which should have felt ridiculous and clichéd. Instead it felt like being caught in a strange mirror, his own fears and hopes reflected back at him.

The dimple made a triumphant return as Remus smiled again. “It might help if we at least tried closing our eyes,” Remus said.

Sirius returned the small smile with a grin of his own. “I will if you will.”

Smile and dimple still in place, Remus closed his eyes. Sirius wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or disappointed, but he followed through and let his own tired eyes fall shut.

The press of lips against his own made Sirius’s eyes open right back up. The kiss had been briefer and possibly more innocent than any they’d ever shared before, and by the time Sirius could focus, Remus had already returned his head to his borrowed pillow. His eyes were still shut, but his smile was wider and self-satisfied.

Grinning, Sirius closed his eyes again.

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Sex Therapy

Discord thread featuring: Khai and @jayceelynd

Where: Jaycee’s House

When: April 2nd 2020

Description: Khai creates the perfect distraction to keep Jaycee from being sad. (Pool Smut.)

Jaycee

Jaycee leaves the basement area and goes and changes into her tiny little black bikini and walks out to the pool. Throwing her lounge floating chair into the pool she jumps in, submerging her entire body before climbing into the floating lounge. Her sunglasses on as she waits for him to come out and join her. Her mind was going crazy as she couldn’t get her dad out of her mind and tried dancing it out. Maybe just hanging out in the pool with her friend Khai would help. Taking a deep breath she held it for a few seconds before slowly releasing it.

Khai

Khai was sitting in the living room rolling a blunt when he saw Jaycee’s post on Instagram. He could tell she was in her head and not feeling quite herself so he offered to be a distraction for her. Besides, he knew relaxing in the pool or taking a bath always seemed to be a great stress reliever. At least for most. He finished rolling his blunt and walked out to the pool area to find Jaycee already laying in the pool on her floating lounge chair. “You look comfy” he commented with a smile. Placing the blunt between his lips and lighting it up. He inhaled deep letting the smoke fill his lungs and held it in as he asked her “You wanna hit?” Walking barefoot in his ripped jeans and white t-shirt to the side of the pool, he squatted down to hold it out for her.

Jaycee

Looking up at him, smiling as he offered her the blunt, taking it while trying not to fall in. “I’m trying to be comfy” she laughed as she placed the blunt between her lips taking a few pulls off of it before holding it in. Holding onto the side of pool as she handed the blunt back with her other hand. “Not joining me?” She asked as she slid off the floating lounge and rested both arms on the edge. Even though she had her sunglasses on she needed to shield the sun from her eyes with her hand. “I love that it’s finally pool weather” she sighed as she took the blunt one more time to take another hit, then giving it back. She kicked off of the side of the pool to float on her back. “You know you want to swim”

Khai

He passed the blunt back and fourth with her a couple of times. Nodding his head to her words before butting it out and placing the roach by the side of the pool. “Of course I do” he chuckled lightly as he stood up and pulled his t-shirt off revealing his tattooed body. He kept his eyes on her, watching her as she floated away from him in her sunglasses His hands moving to unbutton and remove his jeans leaving him in just his boxers. Once he was undressed he jumped into the pool and swam over to her underwater. Popping up beside her and giving her a splash.

Jaycee

Even though her sunglasses were hiding her eyes, she was definitely watching him as he stripped. Causing her to smirk as she enjoyed the view. When he splashed her she screamed a joyful laugh and splashed him back. “So not fair” she giggled as she floated in front of him. Her legs gently touching his while floating. “Thank you for joint me” she said quietly.

Khai

Khai laughed as Jaycee splashed him back. Bringing his hand up to wipe the water from his face as she swam around him. Their legs brushing one another’s as he reached out to place his hands on her sides. “Of course. What else are friends for?” he asked with a small grin. “So... do you wanna talk about it? Or should I just keep distracting you?”

Jaycee

Resting her hands on his shoulders as she continued to kick her feet behind her to keep afloat. She shrugged as her brows furrowed. “I just went through old pics on my phone and made me miss my dad” she sighed, turning her head to look always as she pursed her lips before licking them. “I think a distraction sounds better than talking about it” she turned back to looking up at him. Her fingers tracing the back of his neck.

Khai

He could tell it was taking a lot for her to fill him in on what she did, and he wasn’t going to press the topic. Just letting her say what she wanted and squeezing his sides in comfort. “I understand” he said softly. He really did, he lost his mom and sister not too long ago himself. He still couldn’t even bring himself to look at pictures. As she traced her fingers over the back of his neck and pulled her closer to him, leading them both closer to the side of the pool. “Anything you wanna do. I got you” he assured.

Jaycee

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly while the back of her hands rested on the back of his neck, nodding her head. Resting her forehead against his bare chest. She didn’t know what she wanted or should do. But she knew what she wanted to do. Hopping up slightly she wrapped her legs around his waist, taking her sunglasses off, looking him in the eyes before she pressed her lips to his.

Khai

His heartbeat was slow and heavy as she rested her forehead to his chest. He wanted to take her pain away, but he wasn’t sure if he really knew how to. Distracting her was the only way he knew to keep her mind off of it, and the only way he knew to distract her was to make her feel good in other ways. As she hopped up and wrapped her legs around him he knew she was down to get lost in pleasure with him. Pressing his lips back against hers as he moved one of his hands to the back of her neck. He kissed her slow and hard letting his tongue coax hers from her mouth as he sucked on it. Biting softly at her bottom lip as he turned them around and pressed her back to the side of the pool.

Jaycee

Humming into the kiss as he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, making a fist into his hair. Deepening the kiss as she massaged his tongue with her own. Jaycee tightened her grip around his waist with her legs, pulling him closer into her. In doing so it caused her center to grind against his own bringing out another moan.

Khai

She kissed like a pro. The  taste of her mouth sweet and smoky as their tongue twisted together battling for dominance. He thought about kissing her for a very long time, but he had to admit she was a much better kisser than his imagination led him to believe. She let her hips grind against his, their centers rubbing together causing a friction that made him grow hard against her soft folds. Gripping the back of her hair tightly he yanked her head back. Moving his lips to her neck as he kissed down her jawline and nipped at her clavicle. His hips rotating in small circles as he pressed into her, grinding against her as he grew harder and thicker with anticipation. God she was sexy! Running his tongue back up the center of her neck he bit softly at her chin and then reconnected their lips. A soft growl coated with hard breaths poured from his mouth into hers. As his hand on her hip moved to her ass.

Jaycee

Gasping out in a moan as he yanked her head back as he devoured her neck and clavicle. Her grip tightening in his hair as well, letting her nails scrap over his scalp. Kissing him back with passionate need for him, letting him take the dominance. Jaycee could feel his thickness growing between her wet folds. Groaning out into a grunt as he growled into her mouth, as she grinds into him harder while he grabs her ass. Pulling her lips from his as she scrapped her teeth down his jawline as she worked her way to his shoulder, gasping as her legs squeezed him tighter  while the pleasure ran through her body causing her to tremble. “Unf” she moaned breathing hard against his neck.

Khai

Feeling her nails dig into his scalp and her teeth scrape against his jawline, he let out deep breathy hum. “Fuck... I want you so bad” he growled  softly into her ear. His teeth nipping at the cartilage on her ear as he slid his hand from her ass to pull the bottom half of her bikini to the side.

Jaycee

Moaning as he growled into her head that he wanted her. Her tongue rolled out over his shoulder, biting down as she felt him move her bikini to the side. “I want you too” she breathed against his neck. Slowly licking up to his ear as she nibbled on his earlobe. Her mind was clouded with need, not even thinking of a condom. But she trusted and knew Khai was constantly safe and wouldn’t ever put her body or health into jeopardy. Licking up the side of his ear she whispered “you want to fuck me” she whimpered.

Khai

God she felt so good. The way her body wrapped around his tightly begging to be pleasured and desired. He only wanted to quench her every need. When her teeth sunk into his shoulder followed by her confession, he growled again. His hand moving to push down his boxers before kicking them away into the pool. “I wanna fuck you so hard that you’ll walk funny for a week” he assured. Letting his hand travel up her side and pushing her top up revealing her breast. connecting his lips to them and pulling on her nipple with his teeth. He moved his hand between her legs , teasing her clit with his fingers before pushing them deep into her core. stretching her out for him as he watched her expressions.

Jaycee

“Khai..” she whimpered as she looked down at him while he pulled on her nipple with his teeth. Looking down at him need, as her full lips parted as she breathed in a shaky breath. Jaycees eyes are rolled into the back of her head as his fingers sunk into her core. Her walls instinctively pulsate around his finger, so greedily. Jaycees head lolled back as she gritted her teeth while moaning. Opening her legs to give him more room, as she rocked her center against his hand. “I want to feel you for days” she moaned out breathlessly, licking her lips as she kept her eyes locked on his.

Khai

As her head lolled back his hand slid from from her breast to the side of her neck. Gripping tightly as his thumb trailed over her lips. “You’re so fuckin’ tight baby” he groaned. Pulling his fingers from her and grabbing his cock to rub it’s head along her folds. His muscles tightening with urgency as her body trembled beneath his touch. His eyes kept locked on hers as he aligned his cock with her opening and pushed deep and hard into her. Stretching out her tight walls with his girth. He thrusted in and out of her slow and hard. Bottoming out on her as his he let his hand move to squeeze tightly at her neck. “You like that baby?” he asked with a growl. Leaning forward to get deeper into her core as he pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth.

Jaycee

Biting at his thumb as it grazed over her bottom lip, while moaning at his approval of her tightness. Gasping out the sinfully pleasurable pain of him stretching her with his thickened length. “Unf.. Fuck” she hissed as he slowly bottomed out, her mouth opened as she sucked in a sharp breath causing an almost squealing answer “Yess. Oh god” she cried out. Her nails clawed at his back as she met him thrust for thrust. Knowing the chlorine in the pool would cause her scratch marks to sting. Her air was only slightly compromised and she fucking loved what he was doing to her. Holding onto him tightly she kissed him hard with hunger and need, her teeth scraping over his lips as she devoured his mouth. “So fucking good” she moaned against his lips.

Khai

The sounds she made as he continued to bottom out on her fed his adrenaline. Causing him to pick up the pace of his thrusts as he rolled his hips into hers each time he their bodies crashed together. Squeezing his hand a bit tighter around her neck, he kissed her back hard. His other hand moving to the small of her back to hold her tightly against him as the chlorine from the water burned his skin where she had tore it open. “Shhhit... you feel so fuckin good” he moaned against her mouth. Lifting her up and setting her on the side of the pool he moved his hands to her hips. Pulling her body to his as his thrust increasingly hardened. His eyes devouring her as his thrusts continued getting deeper and faster with every pull.

Jaycee

When he picked up the pace she moaned louder and her nails dug into the back of his shoulder. “Yeah... fuck that pusssyy” she cried out as her walls showing signs of her getting a little close to climax. Jaycee loved being told rather she could cum or not, so she was a really good girl at holding back as long as possible. Purposely while watching his reaction she flexed her walls to squeeze him tighter, pulling his cocker further into her pussy. At this point Jaycee just held onto him letting him give her whatever he wanted to give. “Khai...” she gasped

Khai

As she squeezed her walls tighter around his thick cock he slid his hands to the back of her thighs. Pushing her legs forward and lifting himself up a bit, he pressed all the way into her core. Rolling his hips deep and slow as he leaned into her with all his weight. “Don’t you cum yet baby” he demanded. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back the hard breathy moans escaping him. Removing his weight from her after a few seconds he pulled out and flipped her over. Her breast pressed firm against the side of the pool as he pulled her back into the water and re-entered her with full force. “Fuck...” he growled. Moving one hand between her legs to roughly fondle her clit and the other back to her neck. Squeezing tighter than he had before as he pulled her head back and bit and sucked at the side of her neck.

Jaycee

Whimpering as she nodded her head when he demanded that she didn’t cum and when he removed all of his blissful weight he was giving her. He was so deep her eyes went to the back of her head as she inhaled while whimpering. It was as if it all happened so suddenly, moaning at the loss of him, to gasping when he turned her over. “Fuck” she screamed out as the pleasurable pain when he slammed back into her. Pushing back into him as he played with her clit. Her entire body was shaking with need to explode with her orgasm. Both hands reaching behind them, lacing her fingers into his hair. “I can’t hold it” she cried out as she fought with her body. Still holding on, slamming herself into him.

Khai

His entire body tightened as his own release built up inside of him. She felt so fucking good, the way she slammed back against him. Her body shaking with an unbearable need for him as he repeatedly drilled into her. She dug her nails into the back of his head as she held onto him for sweet release. The pain giving him a sort of pleasure that almost through him over the edge. “Be a good girl and say please” he growled. His hand tightening around her neck just enough to coax his demand from her lips.

Jaycee

Continuing to slam herself back into him as her walls quivered with need to release as she grunted and gasped for air, loving it. “Please” she cried out in a guttural moan. Her chest rising and falling fast and hard as she tried to control her breathing to not cum, her back arching against his chest. “Please let me cum” whimpering.

Khai

The sounds she made as she begged and pleaded with him vibrated throughout his entire body. Causing him to slam her forward again. Her hands gripping the side of the pool as he yanked her head back by her hair and  he leaned over her. thrusting harder and faster. Getting deeper into her core with each thrust. “You gonna cum real hard for me baby?” He asked breathily as he moaned with pleasure. Sinking his teeth into her shoulder before kissing up the side of her neck to her earlobe. “Cum for me baby” he demanded. Rubbing her clit aggressively as he continued to pump in and out of her hitting against her g-spot.

Jaycee

Hissing with a grunt as he pulled her head back by the hair of her head. Oh fucking Christ she thought to herself as he pounded his cock into her pussy. “I’m going to cum all over your fucking cock” she grunted through gritted teeth. Her fingers splayed out, spreading as far apart as they could as Khai growled out the demand to cum. “Oh fuck...!” Jaycee gasped out white a cry of pain and pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her entire body, inhaling a breath that she held so deep as the pleasure coerced through her small tram, her pussy clamping down on his cock to milk him of his release. The sounds coming from her tiny frame were loud, not caring who heard her as her body was rocked with an orgasm. Releasing her breath she held onto she panted as she continued to ride her orgasm with him. “Fill me up” as she slammed back into him, milking his cock for every last greedy drop.

Khai

Her body slammed back against his eagerly as her orgasm took hold. Her pussy walls tightening around his cock begging for him to release. fuck, she was sexy. Her sounds and expressions seducing him into his own orgasm as she rode out her high. “Oh Fuck Jaycee” he hissed through gritted teeth. His grip on her tightening as he could feel her hot juices spill out all around him. Arousing his own release to shoot deep into her core as he continued to slam into her over and over. “Oh yeah baby, it’s all yours” he trembled. His own orgasm rocking through his body fervently as her tight walls milked him of every last drop.

Jaycee

Riding her orgasm out with him, panting and gasping at air to feel her lungs with his grip tightened. Her body quivered hard from the pleasure that riddled her body, holding onto her like a vice. “Ungghhfff” she growled out. Her body going slack as she reached for the edge to hold her up, as she panted trying to continue catching her breath. “Holy shit” she breathed out, weak and sedated with a small, soft smile on her lips. Her eyes closed, licking her lips already feeling tender from them ravishing one another. Humming as she enjoyed the weight of him as they both continued to come down.

Khai

His body trembled with euphoric pleasure as he let the weight of his body press into hers. His hand sliding up her neck from her throat to just beneath her chin as he pulled her head back and connected his lips to hers. Kissing her fervently from behind as his thrusts turned into slow rotations. “Mmm you’re so fuckin sexy” he hummed against her lips. A satisfied grin overtaking his features as he looked deep into her eyes. Kissing her again he slowly pulled out of her and turned her around to face him. Lifting her up and placing her back onto the side of the pool as he let one of his hands trail down her thigh. Pushing her back with his other hand he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and locked his eyes with hers. Submerging  himself between her legs as he let his tongue trail along the soft delicacy of her folds, and hummed softly as he sucked on her tender bud pulling it between his lips.

Jaycee

Kissing him back, she moaned as he kissed her and told her how sexy she was.  As he picked her up and started sliding his hand between her legs she sucked up a sharp breath of air as she watched him disappear under the water. “Oh fuck” she hissed as she felt his tongue on her swollen clit, causing her to convulse as if she was electrocuted with pleasure crossing every nerve ending on her body. Jesus Christ he was trying to fucking kill her in orgasms. Her legs spread wide as her feet rested or more like floated over his back as she laid back the best she could with her back arched while grinding her pussy against his mouth.

Khai

Khai slid his hands up her thighs before lifting her up slightly and pulling her against his mouth. Squeezing her ass cheeks and licking up and down her slit as he hummed in anticipation of adding an extra vibration. He flicked his tongue around  her sensitive bud vigorously. Spreading her ass cheeks to open her up even more to him as he pushed his tongue deep inside of  her. Rolling it into her as he interchanged between biting and sucking at her clit. His eyes and nose were the only thing exposed to her as he looked up at her from the water  to read her expressions. Her sounds and movements being the only indicator that he was pleasing her in every way possible as he  continued to french kiss and fuck her pussy with his tongue.

Jaycee

Her arms were shaky as she tried to hold herself up on the side of the pool as she cried out in pleasure. Hips jerking from the pleasure, Khai was giving her. “Jesus fucking Christ” she grunted out while panting for air, her thighs tightening around his head as she fought to keep from coming as her pussy quakes around his tongue. Jaycees arms gave out as she fell back, arching her back with her being so sensitive from him just fucking her into ecstasy. “I can’t” she cried out. She wasn’t even sure why she was yelling out she couldn’t do but she felt like she was dizzy from the intense orgasm building up in her. “Fuck, I need you inside of me again” she begged out with need.

Khai

Goddam she was so fucking sexy. From the curves of her body and the tightness of her ass all the way down to the sounds that were spilling out of her. She tightened her thighs against his head and he pulled his tongue from her to suck vigorously at her clit. She was so close to orgasming he could almost taste it. His hands slid up her lower back and he lifted himself up to pull her against him. Licking his lips to savor the taste of her before crashing his lips to hers in a dirty fervent kiss. He wrapped his arms around her as he slid her body back down onto his. His cock sliding deep between  her swollen folds as his lips moved to her neck. She was so fucking tight, walls throbbing against his thickness in anticipation as he thrusted deep into her core. Rolling his hips into her as he pressed his body into hers. Getting as deep as he could as he pulled her head back by her hair. Biting at her jaw with hard breathy moans as he began thrusting against her g-spot harder and faster.

Jaycee

Being so sensitive from just coming undone her voice was horsed. Her entire body was convulsing as the pleasure shook her to her core. “F-fuck” her trembling voice as she held onto him as her body was rocked with another intense orgasm. Trusting Khai knew her limits, and knew she needed to be fucked hard. He in return trusted her to let him know if it was too much. Fuck was she seeing stars or was she about to pass out from this orgasm. Her nails biting into the back of his neck, sure to leave her mark and not really sure if it was sweat, water or blood under her nails. Bucking her hips as she fucked him back with just as much need. Toes were spread and curled as she continued to cum around his cock, gasping for air while her pussy clamped down around him, milking him of his need. As her high came down she went limp in his arms while breathing hard against his shoulder. Soft groans and humming coming from her as she fought for air. Kissing his shoulder with sloppy kisses, letting her hands roam his back.

Khai

Another euphoric orgasm washed over his body as Jaycee began bucking her hips. Her pussy was now clenching tightly around him as her juices spilled out, and she continued to milk  him of every last drop he had to offer. His body shook with pleasure as his finger tips dug deep into her skin. The sounds coming from him unlike any he had let slip before. Her  body went  limp against his as she began to come down and he held her tightly against his hard body. Goddamn that was some good sex therapy, he thought to himself. A smile of satisfaction spreading across his features as he fought to steady his hard breaths. “I should start distracting you more often” he mused. Biting gently on her shoulder before kissing her neck.