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machinegunbun · 4 years ago

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PETE ACDS

A/N: The long awaited (about two months) fic! It hasn’t been proofread but I wanted to get it out so I could go get dinner. I’ll fix any problems when I get back.

Word count: 2,973 but Imma round it up and say 3k for my ego

If there's one thing you know, it’s that there’s nothing like a good game of dress up to boost your confidence. you’d been staring at yourself in the mirror for the last half hour, admiring the way your body looked in the new lingerie.

Let's make one thing clear. You are not, for the most part, a very confident person, but it’s hard not to be confident when you look this fucking good. There would be vigorous debates between multiple world leaders on the topic of what was more poppin’, your highlight or that ass, and after years of deliberation and consulting multiple experts top in their field, it would be determined that they both excelled in different ways, coming together to create the hottest bitch on planet earth. God damn, I am that bitch, you thought.

When you’re feeling this confident, there's only one thing to do. Show your man what he's got. Reaching over, you grab your phone from the bed before returning to the mirror. Clicking it on, you swipe over to open the camera while posing in front of the mirror.

It wasn’t until you looked back on your photoshoot that you realized you’d been giving yourself fuck me eyes in almost every picture. In need of validation and praise for your hard work, you click Pete’s contact and send him a few.

The next few minutes were full of you admiring yourself, imagining in detail the things you would do to yourself if you were Pete.

Pete, on the other hand, was doing the exact same thing. He hadn’t taken his eyes off the photo since he’d received it, taking his time raking his eyes over every inch of your body. Pete was very lucky to have a job doing something he enjoyed, meaning he was never in a big rush to get home, but today he definitely would be.

When Pete finally walked through the door he was more than ready for what tonight would hold, but his excitement was cut short as he was met with a room of your friends. They had shown up unexpectedly and you’d been trying to get them to leave ever since you’d gotten his text,

“I’m on my way home. If you aren’t in that lingerie on the bed ass up by the time I get home you’re gonna be in so much fucking trouble.”

but, they wouldn’t take the hint. You loved them, but they were shitty at taking hints. When you heard him walk through the door your mind began racing, knowing if you didn’t find a way to shoo your friends out early you would be in deep, deep-

“No, no it’s okay. Stay for a little, I could use it. How have you guys been?” Pete says as one of your friends stands to leave, finally understanding that it must have something to do with Pete coming home. You can see the warning in his eyes when they meet your own, his back turned to your friends as he eyed you, wearing nothing but his shirt, practically swimming in the material.

He listens absentmindedly as your friend fills him in on the conversation about her boyfriend- Er, ex-boyfriend, you all were having before he arrived, making his way into the kitchen where you were making snacks.

“Right, right.” He says, giving your friend a vague response to show he was listening before leaning down to whisper in your ear “What the fuck do you think you’re doing inviting your friends over when you know you’re in trouble?”

“I didn’t-”

“I should take you into the bathroom and fuck your brains out just to teach you a lesson, but I think you’d like that a little too much, wouldn’t you, slut.” He whispers, turning to acknowledge your friend entering the kitchen

“Do you guys have any alcohol? I just really wanna get drunk.” She says.

It took around an hour for your friends to finally leave. You had a good time, and for a moment you even forgot you were in trouble with Pete. You almost thought he had aswell, until he approached you after shutting and locking the door behind them for the night.

“You wanna explain yourself?”

“I’m sorry, I was ju-”

“I just- I was only- What? You just knew you were in trouble so you invited your friends over to get out of it?”

“No! I didn’t even know they were coming over! My phone was dead.”

“I guess that’s why you read my text and still disobeyed me then, huh?”

“Well- No, my phone was charged at that point.”

“That’s okay, you’re gonna make it up to me. Instead of just being punished for trying to distract me at work, you can-” as the words were leaving his mouth, your phone dings. Speak of the devil. Your breath catches in your throat as the tension in the room grows. Seriously? You think, Right now? Could the timing have possibly been worse?

“Check it.” He challenged, glaring down at you. Your eyes flicked over to your phone, memories of what you had done just hours before to get yourself into this flooding your mind, your gaze quickly returning to his, unsure if it was rhetorical “Go ahead, you’re already in trouble.”

“It’s Casey,” you gulp “dinners ready.” Pete looked mildly inconvenienced by this, maintaining a silent eye contact momentarily before motioning you up the stairs with a look on his face that said ‘What are you waiting for?’

It wasn’t every night that you would have dinner as a family, but Casey had just gotten back from a vacation with friends, so Amy wanted to take the opportunity to have everyone together.

You walked in front of him, taking one step at a time, holding your breath. The anxiety- no, anticipation was overwhelming. You’d waited so long just for him to get home, and now you’d have to wait again.

Casey had cut him off mid sentence, You began to wonder what he would’ve said if she hadn’t. Your leg twitches as you realize you’d only find out in the moment. No time left for warnings, when you finally got back downstairs there would be so much build up you doubt he’d take the time to write a speech.

Ma sat opposite Pete and you at the table, an empty chair next to Ma for Casey who was currently fixing herself a plate, your own full plates sitting in front of you. Dinner for tonight was steak and potatoes with cooked asparagus. It was hard to focus on food. Instead, you dragged the tongs of your fork through your potatoes, hoeing the mashy farmland that was your dinner, when you felt a hand grip your thigh.

You were feeling quite the range of emotions now, a hard contrast to how you were feeling when you got yourself into this mess. You’re scared, but excited, submissive, but bratty, nervous, but wet. The anxiety of it all is killing you, wanting nothing more than to go back downstairs and make it up to him.

“Hey, stupid.” Casey says, smacking Pete on the back of the head as she makes her way to her seat.

“I’m not stupid, you are. Stupid.” Pete replies, Amy scoffing at their sibling banter.

“That’s enough, she just got back. Be nice to each other. How was everyone's day?” Amy asks, trying to motivate some decent dinner conversation.

When you made it back downstairs Pete gave you a glare that said you were on very thin ice tonight. He made his way over to the couch, taking a seat, his legs slightly spread with his feet planted on the ground.

“Do you want me-”

“Get on your fucking knees and suck. My. Dick.” He demands, making it obvious that tonight would not be the night to disobey.

Your hands worked quickly, unbuckling his pants and pulling them not halfway down his thighs before pulling his underwear down just enough for his thick member to spring out. You quickly got to work teasing him, swirling your tongue around his tip before taking it in your mouth and hollowing out your cheeks, moving down a bit before coming back up and repeating, taking your time with him.

“Seriously? You’re gonna tease me? You wanna play that game right now?” Pete says, you toss the words around in your head for a moment before deciding that you had probably gotten yourself in enough trouble for tonight. You began bobbing your head slowly, letting his hand on the back of your head set the pace.

“Hmm, that's right,” he groaned “apologize to daddy.”

Every once in a while he would push down unexpectedly and you’d gag, on the other hand sometimes you’d go too far down for his liking and he’d pull you back by your hair. He was making sure that you knew every aspect of tonight was going to be for his pleasure, down to how you sucked his dick. It was so hot.

By the time he pulled you off you were wet in more ways than one, both your face and his lower half covered in your spit.

“Such a good girl for me, huh?” He says, reaching down to slip his fingers between your legs, sliding his digits against your core, sliding one in slowly before immediately removing it.

“So wet too, barely even touched you,” He slips his finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste “I need to taste you.” He groans, his grip on your hair not faltering as he pulls you up to lean against the arm of the couch, burying his tongue deep inside your soaking wet cunt. Desperate moans and words of encouragement slip past your lips as he works you with his tongue, his hand slipping under your, well, his shirt, massaging your breast. You whine as he sits up to take it completely off, the moment over before it really began.

“Stay here,” He says, walking into the other room.

You sat patiently for what was beginning to feel like forever, facing the couch as you wondered what he was doing. You could hear him shuffling around in the other room, presumably looking for something.

What was taking him so long? You’d both been waiting the same amount of time for this, you arguably longer than him, and he had barely even touched you yet. It was only fair, you thought, that since you’d helped him out a bit that you help yourself.

You check that he isn’t walking back into the room as you slip your hand between your legs, letting out a small breath through parted lips as you rub yourself through your underwear. You didn’t realize how badly you needed this until your hips were rocking against your hand, trying desperately to give yourself what Pete could so effortlessly. Your mind wandered back to you on the bed, moments before your friends arrived, your orgasm slowly approaching when

There was a knock on the door.

Pete must’ve forgotten his keys, you thought. You scanned the room for something to cover up with, quickly grabbing one of Pete’s shirts he had lazily discarded on the couch the night prior.

The metal of the door handle was cool as you wrapped your hand around it, a stark contrast to that of your skin, pulling the door open. A moment of shock washing over you as you’re met with the sight of three of your bestfriends standing in front of you in the cool, dark night. You stutter out a quick invitation inside from the cold and a question of what they’re doing here.

You shook the thought away, returning to what you had been thinking of before they arrived.

The kiss was messy and desperate, a perfect representation of the way you both were feeling. His hands were all over you, slipping your shirt over your head while you worked on unbuttoning his pants. You needed him so badly, and from the looks of the bulge protruding from his underwear, he needed you just as much. Your lips were on his neck while his hand made its way around to grope your ass, love bites joining his circle of tattoos as he squeezed, your flushed skin warming his cold hands.

“I don’t remember asking you to touch yourself.”

Your eyes snapped open as you felt a hand around your neck, a newfound confidence washing over you now that your mind wasn’t so clouded by need.

“I don’t remember you touching me.” You quip, your eyes meeting as he uses his grip on your neck to force your gaze up to him. He tilts his head, looking down at you

“I suggest you shut the fuck up before you land yourself in a situation you don’t want to be in.” He says, his voice stern

“I suggest you fucking make me.” You say, his hand quickly coming behind your head to wrap your hair in a makeshift ponytail, his other grabbing his dick and shoving it down your throat, causing you to gag. Your eyes water as he roughly fucks your throat, cautious to keep your mouth open as to not hurt him. There’s a string of spit from your mouth to his tip when he pulls away, leaving your throat burning.

He returns to his place on the couch and you begin positioning yourself back between his legs, assuming he wants you to continue.

“No. On my lap.” He says, glaring down at you. You stand, confused, as you take your seat on his thigh, your eyes not leaving his. He rolls his eyes, readjusting you so you’re laying on your stomach, flat across his lap.

“I know you don’t know how to listen, but I know for a fact you know how to count.” He says, delivering a harsh smack to your ass. You lay silently, waiting for the next when he continues in a rather condescending tone.

“One.” another harsh smack

“One.” You repeat, unsure of yourself.

“Was that one or was it two?” He asks,

“It was three.” You whisper

“Restart.” He says, his hand colliding harshly as ever.

By the time you count out fifteen your ass is red and your eyes prickling with tears. You begin pathetically begging him to leave it there,

“I’ll be a good girl daddy, I promise.” You whine.

“Hm, should’ve thought about that a little sooner.” He hummed, motioning for you to sit up.

He positions himself so he’s leaning against the arm of the couch, reaching to the side and grabbing the bottle of lube he had left the room for. It makes a clicking sound as he opens it, pouring a small amount on his hand. When he’s satisfied he motions for you to come over, your legs spread as you stand on your knees overtop him. He pulls you down into a kiss, his hands reaching behind you and spreading the lube in and around your tight hole. You sit back up when he’s done, watching as he strokes his hard dick, distributing what was left of the lube onto the red and swollen member.

Pete sits up, moving behind you and pushing your face into the couch cushion, pulling your hips into the air. You pull your lip between your teeth as he lines himself up with your ass, his eyes focused on where you’re about to meet as he slowly sinks himself into you, A whimper falling from your mouth as you struggle to take him. He stalls his actions, waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to move back against him before he continues.

Pete can’t help the groan that erupts from his throat when he begins pumping in and out of you, mesmerized by the moans that are slipping past your lips as he finds his rhythm, his hand snaking around your waist to play with your clit.

Pete was always big, no matter how you were taking him, whether it was your mouth or your wet pussy or your ass, but his length and girth were much more noticeable during anal. It still felt good, of course, just different.

You feel the hand that was resting on your ass make its way up your back, wrapping itself around your neck and pulling you up so your back was pressed flush against his chest. You could feel the sweat building between you two, acting as encouragement and lubrication as you moved against one another. You struggled to catch your breath as his grip tightened, choking you and tilting your head up.

“Open your mouth.” He growls, spitting in your mouth, his spit tasting of you, his hands working magic on your clit as he pounds harshly at your ass all swirling together into one feeling deep in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, i’m gonna cum.” You manage to slur out, your head being pulled back by your makeshift ponytail

“Excuse me? You aren’t gonna do shit without asking me first.”

“Sorry, p-please, can I please cum daddy, please.” you beg, quick to cover up your mistake in fear that he’ll deny your orgasm. By some stroke of miracle, Pete was in a good mood, so he decides to take your pleas to heart and continues until you’re unravelling around him, your legs giving out as he mercilessly pounds you into the couch. He follows soon after, pulling out and unloading himself on your back.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, his hand lovingly stroking your thigh as he sits on your legs. You turn over a bit once you’ve calmed down, careful not to get any of his cum on the couch.

“Ah, shit. Sorry. Here.” He says, reaching over to grab his shirt and wipe it up for you.

“Wow, you're such a romantic.” You remark.

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harryswatermelonsegment · 4 years ago

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Pool Party

Pairing: Reader/Harry Styles

Rating: R, text book smut

Word Count: 5k 😳

Warnings: Slight sub/dom tones I guess? & alcohol consumption

A/N: Sorry this is late, life somewhat resuming here in the UK so it means I’m back at my job. I managed to fall asleep mid edit folks 😳, this is my entry for the @helladirections Summer Feeling Fic Challenge, with the prompt “pool party” click the link for the masterlist. I’m still writing two more, one for @berrynarrybanana ‘s Sex Bucketlist Challenge but it’s turning out to be a 20k slow burn I wasn’t expecting 😬.Oops. But enjoy this one, I’m proud of her. My one other blatant thirst fic can be found here. Reblogs get free gratitude for the next 5 years 🍉💕

You'd been friends with Jeff since your teens, when his parents (despite their wealth), wanted him to get a job at the restaurant you worked at. In their rightful thinking, they wanted him to learn you had to work from the ground up.

Despite your clearly different class background you found a ton of common interests making the whole thing immaterial. He was a caring, down to earth guy and you were both people who really enjoyed sarcastically taunting each other every shift. You'd got used to visiting his house in the hills even though you'd been scared to get lost at first around his parents large house. Becoming solid friends quickly, you'd managed to keep in touch, as much as adult life would now allow anyway.

You knew his main role was managing a pop star but you'd not caught up in a minute and when you did, you kept your job chat out of the conversation where you could. This is why, as you barge through the kitchen, to the pool outside, you're shocked to nearly knock a stunned Harry Styles onto his behind.

"Fuck, shit I'm so sorry" you clutch your chest looking at the red wine on his tank top and his now empty glass. The soiled garment was tucked into some dressy shorts and partly covered by a loud hawaiian patterned shirt. Oh god what had you done?

You were quite honestly mortified. You'd never actually met the man himself, usually meeting Jeff at his for a few drinks or at a restaurant. You'd heard him mentioned in stories about travelling or how his campaigns were running Jeff into the ground with meetings. So, although you weren't a massive fan of his per se, in the way you didn't ask Jeff for updates or info, the way you'd hope you'd meet the attractive pop star was definitely not this.

He looked down at the offending stain then back up into your eyes, keeping his head angled down and blinking through his lashes. You couldn't read his blank expression and it put you on edge.

Maybe it was the heat trapped in the doorway, but as your eyes stayed locked you suddenly felt a fire spread from your navel up to your cheeks, and then from your center down to your toes. Your lower stomach clenched as you stared back at the guy covered in a good 2007 French rouge.

Fuck me he's pretty, you thought.

A rapid film reel of moments; sweaty bodies, those large biceps holding you against the nearest wall, smacking of lips against skin and moans of release flashed in your brain.

It had definitely been a while since you had got laid in your defense, your mood and pent up sexual frustration getting worse by the day as you tried and failed at the L. A. dating scene. Maybe you were picky, but horny and picky was an awful place to be.

However, the reality of the embarrassing scene you were currently a star of, flipped you back into the present.

Seemingly over the initial incident and hopefully not a mind reader to your thirsty brain, he takes you in and smirks.

Harry knew from the way your breathing hitched looking at his torso that you were at least a bit interested. He had clocked you the second you walked in through the big glass doors. A shirt of a band he liked and a natural beauty he wanted to spend some times with you he pondered. Ideally naked.

Zig zagging across the world promoting the album and had left little time to enjoy another person. Status and obligation to his job making it hard to just go out and meet someone. But here you were, dressed unlike anyone else, looking absolutely adorable in your embarrassment. You must be trustworthy if you're in Jeff's home,he wasn't a "bring your friends too" kind of host with his clients usually around.

This could be a fun evening for you both, he thought. Something unspoken, almost magnetic, drawing you both to one another. Surely that wasn't all his side right?

"I was told it was a good year, but I wasn't planning on consuming it quite this way?" inwardly he rolled his eyes at the barely there quip. But you laughed anyway.

"I am so, so awfully sorry, look, let's see if there's some dish liquid or something, possibly some of my next months rent in there too if I have to replace it" you let out a nervous laugh as you walked towards the kitchen. But in all honesty you weren't kidding.

Harry laughed at your sarcastic remark, impressed by your confidence in owning the situation and getting on with things. He casually watched your hips sway past a few people in to the open plan kitchen with as much subtlety as he could, you were confidentially locating all the parts needed to try and remove the offending stain.

"You seem to know your way around 'ere. I'm er…I'm Harry by the way" awkwardly waving as you mixed some solution in the sink drenching a sponge in it.

"Yeah" you smiled turning from the sink with the damp rag "known Jeff a good while, have definitely spilt red wine here before. I'm Y/N" you giggle. The beam from his own mouth matching.

"Ah! Y/N, of course, I've heard him mention you, didn't you once hide rotting mackerel in a unpleasant guys blazer?" he chuckled

"Heyyyy. Only after he spanked my ass getting him the check. Deserved a hot plate to the crotch too" you shot back.

You weren't sure where to go from here the thought of wetting down the white tank yourself definitely appealed but also seemed far too forward.

"Um…" you began gesturing with the sponge in your hand. You expected him to take it from you to sort himself out but..

"Oh yeah sorry" he replied shimmying his shirt off, dumping it on the back of a bar stool, then, crossing his arms across his stomach and lifting the tank top over his head you were slack jawed and frozen taking in the lean muscles and tattoos littered intermittently across his abdomen. He spread the top across the islands worktop flat, then grabbing the sponge with a simple "thanks" and knitting his eyebrows together in concentration as he tried to rid the dull red mark from it's center.

You still hadn't moved. A pink twinge to your cheeks as you watched his shoulder blades and back muscles scrubbing. Dirty thoughts circling your brain still.

"I would have helped you but I didn't want to start a wet tshirt contest in such a high end establishment yknow?" you thought out loud.

"Oh yeah, good call. I'm fiercely competitive Y/N so would probably be under that fancy waterfall thing by now showing off m'moves in my pants" he wiggles his hips trying to suggestively show you his "moves" but you can't help but smirk at just how endearing this man is. Dammit.

When he's finished with his shirt he drapes it over another barstool before handing you the sponge back.

If anyone asks him if he blatantly and deliberately got naked to gauge if you were into him he'd definitely deny it. But the truth is, he definitely did. Luckily for him, with the way you bite your lip and drag your eyes down his flesh as he brushes past your side to get back to the sink, he's right.

"Speaking of getting in the water in your" you use air quotes "'pants' I'm off to get out of mine" you declare, pushing yourself from the counter and keeping eye contact a second as you stroll back to the sliding doors leading to the pool.

"I… What??"

" The pool Harry?.... What did you think I meant?" you narrow your eyes and press your lips together before shutting the glass door again and turning once more to smirk at the opened mouthed man still by the sink.

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You'd been schmoozing in the water for a few hours now. There were probably only 20 or so people still here and the 3rd frozen marg had got you buzzed. You were in the small hot tub type pool, attached at the top of the main one on a slightly higher level. You hadn't seen Harry for a while but the last few times you caught his eye he'd been surrounded by at least 3 other people fighting for his attention, so you banked your flirtations to soothe your own ego, grabbed another marg and tried to forget about how he had started a tornado inside you, yearning for his hands on your thighs and head peering up at you from where they met in the middle. The strong pull of lust was clearly in your head then. What a shame.

You put it to the back of your mind as you finished catching up with Glenne. Both flushed and giggly as usual, she was the perfect match for Jeff and their chemistry unmatchable. You always enjoyed hanging out with the both of them, if anything, they gave you hope your own match may be out there. She left you in the tub alone, as she went to grab herself another drink and check on her host duties boyfriend.

"Don't you find drinking whilst already in water the weirdest thing?" you look up to find Harry standing over your right shoulder as you sit with your back against the pool wall and your elbows propping you up behind you, drink in one hand. His eyes unsubtley slip down to where your breasts lay pushed together in your halter neck bikini. You definitely weren't imagining it then. Fucking fantastic, you think.

"I mean drowning yourself on the inside from the alcohol and being in more than 4 inches of water really adds a danger element to my life if I'm honest" you reply sipping your drink.

And there goes those dimples again.

He's just in a pair of yellow swimming shorts now which doesn't help the alcohol flush at all. Sitting by your right side, putting his short glass full of amber liquid and ice, on the side of the pool and sliding in to join you. He leaves a small gap, as to not appear a total letch but your smart mouth has him hooked.

Taking a sip of his drink with the water up to his collar bones he hums.

"I do feel incredibly dangerous now, you've got a point"

"I mean if you think that's danger" you edge closer, not drunk but buzzed enough to take your chances you whisper into the shell of his ear. "You should see what thrills are in the guest bathroom. 1st floor on the right? " he chokes on his drink as your suggestive whispers make his dick twitch. He definitely couldn't get out of the pool for a while.

You're gone before you get a verbal reaction. If this all goes badly then you can just hide in there and slip out to an Uber and never see Jeff again right? Right. Cool.

With a soft white towel around you and your heart rate high as you reach the main guest bedroom you enter the room, you notice a large weekend bag in there and freeze. Shit. Someone's staying over, you hadn't factored that in, but a glance to the tag and the embossed H. E. S tells you you're good. Well, if not you'll just be a creep hiding in someone's bathroom but let's not think about it too much. Your faux confidence was working well so far and what other chance was going to arise like this one? Hot celebrities need fun with strangers too right?

Entering the bathroom you rub the towel over you, leaving mostly dry skin. You'd peel away your bikini if you were definite you wouldn't need to peel it back up your limbs should this plan backfire. You move to the mirror to adjust the black flecks from your minimal makeup dispersing under your eye and just as you're about to smooth down the stray baby hairs that humidity has got to around your face, you see Harry appear in the mirror behind you. Your belly flipping over and over with the thrill he'd took the bait.

Wasting no time he smirks and holds your gaze, wrapping his hands around your waist whilst his lips attach to the junction of your neck and collarbone. His tongue drags over your soft skin and he licks and softly sucks swirls onto it with his plush lips.

"Hm. You're right. This is a more fun type of danger" he says between kisses but before he's even finished his sentence you've spun around in his arms.

The bottom of your spine cold against the marble countertop, arms around his neck as you smash your lips into one another's with urgency. Tongues and wet noises as you get to know one another through your bodies alone.

He runs his hands down your back and presses his hard length against your thigh. He's definitely packing you think as you lift up a little rub your pubic bone against his front, panting out a little moan as the sweet friction of your bodies colliding sends you into overdrive. Catching the noise through your parted lips he gently tugs on the bottom one, teeth grazing the supple flesh. This combined with his large palms kneading your ass and pulling you further, tighter, into the roll of his hips. Only two layers of damp clothing separate you,forcing your lips to break from his mouth and fully moan, not caring who may be around. You could not remember the last time a perfect stranger knew your body quite this well.

His own grunts were speeding up when he suddenly grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you up beside the sink, you gasp in shock but it was more the way the lean man thrusted you up there like it was nothing. What else could he do? You expect him to go back to kissing you but instead he pulls back with his rock hard erection outlined in the wet shorts he still has on. Looking at you dead in the eyes both raging with lust and concern. Whilst you try not to worry how you were going to accommodate him inside your tight walls.

"Is this…? I mean, you want this too right?" his hands are resting at either side of your parted thighs. You nod. "Need you to say it Y/N" he steps forward, lips wet and brushes the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip that was now puffy and pink from the earlier biting. He knew you were down to fuck, but now he wanted to test your preferences. What kind of fun you were about to have shall we say. So when you lick his thumb tip, holding his fist still and grazing your wet tongue up and down from knuckle to tip before closing your eyes and humming around the entire digit, he knew you were both in for a good time.

Removing the thumb he whispers a barely audible "fuck me" before smashing your lips back together, tongues massaging together as he peels your underwear to the side with his hand swiftly and presses digit you'd lubricated with your mouth against your clit, moving it fast from side to side with just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin. Gasping, you throw your head back, hands clasped around his neck as you lean back and feel yourself start to leak a little with arousal. The few spots dripping down on to the counter.

You could say it had been a while but really this guy was moving his way round your body in the same way you tune a guitar in key. Calloused fingers applying the right amount of pressure as you felt yourself start to get to the edge already. He was kissing down the front if your chest, between your breasts, not missing a beat when he pushed both triangles of your bikini aside and you moaned loudly as he kissed and sucked hard around your nipple, tentatively pulling it between his teeth firmly, the sound you let out made him clamp a little harder before sucking in the whole nipple again, soothing the skin his tongue. Most likely leaving a mark behind, but you kind of liked the idea of proof he'd been devouring you in all honesty.

You were becoming blissed out from all the stimulation. Clenching and moving your hips around nothing but this magical thumb working your clit up and down hard. You were overcome with this whole situation playing out the way it had. You broke away from his mouth again.

"Oh fuck.. Harry, I'm… FuckFuck I'm going to come, I'm gonna fucking… Ahhh" he pulled back one arm steadying you as your head hit the mirror behind you in your release. He just watched you and slowed his thumb down watching as the liquid cascaded onto the counter.

After you'd come down you open your eyes and shyly smiled before kissing him passionately, his hands moving around your waist tightly. You moved your hand to his shorts, teasingly grazing the outline of his cock between your fingers in hopes of repaying the favour. He does a single throaty laugh and removes your hand, holding himself against his thigh. You look at him in confusion when he splutters,

"Sorry, sorry its just I'm going t'blow my load if you touch me." then he's back on your lips "Too. Fucking. Sexy" he says between wet kisses to your jaw, neck and clavicle. "Wanted to do this since I first set eyes on you" one hand is on the back of his neck twisting nape curls between your fist whilst the other rests behind you, stopping you from hitting your head on the mirror again.

"Oh yeah? Before or after I ruined your clothes?" you laugh teasingly as he slides his hands around your back to finally remove the bikini top properly, lifting it up over your head and tossing it aside somewhere on the floor. He let's a laugh out himself completely entranced still by how natural you are around him, it was often hard to connect with strangers in his position.

"I'd spotted you walking in, was trying to open the door for you m'love" he says before sucking a red mark into your breast and massaging and pulling the other nipple slightly with his hand.

You struggle through sharp intakes of breath for a reply.

"Well….ah...that's what chivalry.. Oh.. Get's you these days I guess" and you're both laughing a little.

"Hmm. Have to try harder with my manners then won't I? I mean, I've got to clear up the mess I've made here" he cups his hand against your pussy rubbing it up and down a little with his palm. You let out a guttural noise at the friction. "Ladies first and all'tha too right?" he giggles again at himself.

You're practically cumming right then, you couldn't remember the last time someone actually went down on you. Your previous boyfriend not particularly into offering you foreplay. A main point of why he didn't stick around too long.

Harry kisses down your abdomen now, soft sloppy, sensual pecks, humming into your skin every so often in appreciation as he works at removing your soaked bikini bottoms with his hands, pushing them down to your knees before you help, letting them fall from the remaining ankle to the ground.

Harry is moving far too slow for you, kissing across each hip down to the top of your slit, breathing over where you desperately need him before paying the other side the same attention. Then he's licking up each crease where your thigh meets your pelvis.

"Y/N, just.. Just turn, that's it and lean back as far as you can there, shuffle forward until can't balance anymore" you shift your ass as forward as possible on the lip of the sink and prop yourself up on your elbows trying to be as flat as possible on the cold counter as you could, your toes behind the sink with one foot the other dangling over the edge. You keep you thighs open as Harry hunches over the counter where you now lay diagonal. He places his arms under your thighs and bends your legs flat out as he can stretch you, you're expecting some more teasing but he just looks down at your pussy licking over his lips and almost whining before burying his tongue inside you immediately. The force of his tongue lapping up your previous climax causes you once again to knock the side of your head against the mirrored wall. You turn and watch the scene almost as a spectator, witnessing yourself bare to this beautiful man, curly brown hair between your fists and making sounds like he's savouring every taste. He catches you watching before taking his mouth off you, immediately, you're whining in protest.

"Watch my eyes not my reflection baby, I'm right here"

His authoritative tone eclipsing every thought you had about the casual nickname, you stared down at the wonderful site of him lapping and suckling on your clit. Pointed tongue and firm laps against the swollen button. He then starts lapping up at your glistening hole,unhooking an arm to spread your lips open between his fingers and licking right from the bottom to the top with all the sloppy wet noises involved. He was feeling you contract as he locked faster and faster over you. His tongue deserved an award never mind his music. You couldn't believe you were on the brink of a second orgasm so quickly but when he sunk his middle finger into you at the same pace his tongue was working at, you were screaming his name into the extractor fan above before you knew it. You felt waves of liquid cascade from your pussy as he gently lapped up the produce of his work from you. You flinched in overstimulation but he cleaned up every last drop tenderly before carefully closing your legs and pivoting you round to your previous sitting up position on the counter. Neither of you had spoken a word since you came but as he leads your arms to drape over your shoulders, holding your fucked out body against his chest whilst peppering your temple with soft pecks . Then he kisses you intensely, letting you taste the sweet juices of yourself on his lips. You hummed in approval of the sweet taste as you came round.

A few minutes of carnal making out and things were heating up again. Your hands cupping his jaw then sliding to graze fingernails up and down his back, digging them in a little harder now and again and causing goosebumps to pierce through the skin rapidly under your touch.

You could feel him swallowing down grunts from the friction he was getting from his shorts covered cock brushing up and down between your slick folds.

He'd made you cum twice. Hard. He always got off of making his partners cum of course, so he was feeling beyond turned on and the slight heat of your glistening folds against his length was almostvsending him over the edge.

"I want you inside me" you whispered against his lips desperately.

No sooner had you said the words, his left hand was frantically searching through the vanities top drawer in hope. Finding a packet, checking the date quickly then tearing it between his teeth, spitting the seal onto the floor and pushing his shorts to his ankles, stepping out of them at speed before kicking them away.

He smirked when he caught your eyes bulge at his cock. He knew it was above average but the reaction was always a further compliment he thought.

Stepping forward he put on a show of putting the condom on, first rubbing the drops of sticky pre cum at the head and down his length keeping his eyes locked to yours as you wriggled on the counter with anticipation. He whined a little as it squeezed him rolling it on, so red and over sensitive from turning you on. So that's why, when you grabbed for it, he stilled your hand. Dimples appearing back in his cheeks as you looked again in confusion. He kisses you, languishing the moment before grabbing you forward from the countertop to the floor again, still keeping your lips attached. He lightly grips at your hips and turns you round to face the mirror once more.

Harry lightly grabs your throat, and the way you whimper and push your ass back against him, makes him mentally bank that idea for later perhaps. He runs his left hand up the column of your neck lightly holding your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him with his hand on your face and the other already working up and down your folds.

"I want you to watch us. Want you to watch yourself come apart. Want to watch you cum around my cock yeah? " he whispers in your ear. You noticeably shiver with excitement of what's to come.

"Please Harry, please, need it, need you."

You watch yourself babble and beg for his cock. The pathetic whimper from yourself as you try and circle your ass into his crotch again to encourage it happening. You were never patient and he's driving you insane here.

Bringing two fingers infront of your lips as you watch yourself in the mirror he looks you dead in the eye through the reflection.

"Spit" so you do, "good girl" he says kissing your cheek. His saliva lubed fingers are back rubbing your clit quickly whilst his knee nudges the back of yours to spread your feet wider as he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders. When he pauses next you're not expecting the hard thrust of him entering you entirely, sure you were dripping wet with the result of two orgasms but you cry out in a mix of stretch and pleasure as he pounds into you at a furious pace. His spare hand not on your clit is holding the bottom of your spine down as he keeps up his rhythm. His pace was that of a man desperate for release after watching you fall apart on his fingers and tongue. The build up meant he was already close as you tight walls fluttered around him. He pleads with you to stop tightening your walls around him or he's not going to last he whimpers.

You were already close again, you'd never cum this many times or this quickly in your life but you were ready for another round and by the sounds of him and the stutter his pace kept slipping you knew he was close too.

You quickly removed his hand, sucking your own fingers into your mouth to replace his own at your clit.

"M'gonna cum, but… OhOh fuck.. But need you harder. Deeper" you manage to get out.

He grunts a curse before squeezing your hips at a pressure that will leave marks tomorrow but the delight in the speed he was now able to snap his hips against the swells of your ass, was well worth it. It only took a few more seconds with the fingers that knew you best, for you to gush against his cock. Feeling absolutely exhausted you slump your sweaty chest onto the cold counter.

His orgasm taking him by surprise when you clenched up to milk him dry. He all but shouts your name as his hips stutter and you feel the warmth of his cum fill the one barrier between you.

His lips were back on your sweaty neck for a second whilst he disposed of the used condom. He ran the walk in shower and wordlessly you took his offered hand to join him under the hot spray. You'd never had an encounter end like this before not that you were a seasoned professional but after 3 orgasms the way his hands moved round your body under the water, washing away your antics with sweet strawberry-banana smelling suds on the flannel, left you with a warm floaty feeling the worn off alcohol never had.

He gently wipes your makeup from under your eyes then, smiling at the cute way your nose wrinkles slightly as he rubs at each eyebrow.

"I don't even have words" you finally laugh out blushing, not able to stand his gauge as you say it.

"Oh. So that's how to make that smart mouth o'yours stop is it? " he grins, you gasp in mock offense and go to say something but going under your chin with his thumb with his forefinger to connect your lips under the warm water spray he kisses you when you pull away you can't help but ask.

"So does this make us even on one ruined fancy vest then?"

"Hmmmm" he ponders with both hands on your face looking at the ceiling out if the falling water. " I'm not sure, I mean it was a custom, pretty high going rate those yeah"

"Yeahhhh you're right, you're right. Better factor in the cost of the custom job then hadn't I huh?"

You hurriedly sink to your knees on the tiled floor.

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justfrozenthings · 4 years ago

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The Sea Nymph

Pairing: Kristoff/Anna

Rating: T+

Notes: I finally started writing that mermaid fic I have been saying I would write since like December! Yay! I will try to post as often as I am able. I also haven't really planned out this fic either so that this will be an experience. I plan on making this super long and maybe even adding shorter stories to it. I honestly have no clue what I am doing. Also, would just like to note that a majority, and if not, all of this won't be looked over by friends who understand grammar better than me, because they are usually too busy. So prepare yourselves to see some poor literacy mistakes. Enjoy!

Summary: Kristoff has always loved the sea, and after meeting her he didn't know it was possible that he could love it more.(I will try to make a better summary later on. But for now, this will have to do.)

Kristoff sat on a lava rock as he gazed across the expanse of the crystal blue waters of the ocean. Growing up near the sea had made him unable to stay away from it for long periods of time. But, after the passing of his parents, it was too hard for him to stay in the small town they called home in Norway. So that’s why he moved here, to a secluded little place on the shores of a tropical island that not many people knew the name of. Come to think of it, he didn’t even know the name.

He had come upon it after stopping by to fuel up his boat, while he was on a two-month fishing trip with a friend, or I guess he should now say ex-friend after Hans chose to follow a much more sinister fisherman’s life. But that will be a story for another time. Even though it was a bit warmer than to his liking, he decided to give it a chance. Upon arrival, he had discovered that the island had quite a few different biomes, and while humid, he found that where he currently resided was one of the towns with cooler weather due to how often it rained.

As he got up from where he sat he patted his leg and whistled for Sven, his Norweigian Elkhound, who was currently hunting down the tiny fish in the tide pools. Sven happily trotted over to his faithful owner and joined him as he walked along the shoreline.

It wasn’t long before Kristoff noticed a fisherman’s net caught on some rocks up ahead. “I swear,” he grumbled, “some people just don't know how to take care of our oceans huh Sven?” Sven barked in agreement.

Kristoff strode over to the net, taking off his shoes as he grabbed his knife from his pocket. “Stay here buddy. I’ll be right back.” He carefully slid into the water and followed the rope to the sandy bottom of the ocean. It wasn’t necessarily deep per se, but for being so close to shore it wasn’t shallow either. Only then, did Kristoff notice that the rope was moving, but it wasn’t due to the movement of the waves...something was tugging on it. Something big.

A wise man probably would have turned around and swum back up to shore. Kristoff however, was determined to free this rope and whatever it was down there, no matter how dangerous it might be. Doing so would bring him comfort, knowing that he helped nature in some way. But, as he got closer to the bottom, what he saw was certainly not what he was expecting.

There, laying on the sandy seafloor was a mermaid. Her hair was like copper and her tail was an emerald green, dusted with specks of gold. Kristoff almost forgot what he was doing as he was too stunned by her beauty. He pulled himself out of his reverie and swam down to where she was entwined with the net and seaweed. She looked terrified, more so especially upon noticing him. She struggled to pull harder at the rope in hopes of escaping but calmed once he took out his knife and began cutting away at it.

Luckily, it didn’t take very long before he cut it to where she was able to wiggle herself free. However, as she tried to swim away she wobbled and fell to the floor once again. Not having much longer before he had to swim back to the top to catch his breath, Kristoff quickly and gently scooped her up, hoping he hadn’t frightened her in doing so. When he broke to the surface he gasped for air, feeling the mermaid tremble against him as he made his way back over to Sven.

As Kristoff pulled himself onto the rocks, being careful not to hurt the poor girl, Sven gave a curious happy bark as if he were asking, “Whatcha got there?!” Frightened by this the beautiful redhead clung tighter to Kristoff’s neck, burying her face in his chest. That brought him some relief, knowing that while she was afraid of Sven, who he knew wouldn’t hurt her, she seemed to be comfortable around him. Kristoff doesn’t know if it was because he freed her that made her trust him, but he decided not to question it.

Not knowing what else to do, he decided to speak up. “Hey..umm. You don’t need to worry about Sven.” he said nervously, “He won’t hurt ya.” She peered up at him with shy eyes that he swear resembled the sea and gently stuck her hand out for Sven, shutting her eyes tightly until she felt him lick her hand. She peered away from Kristoff’s shoulder, gently stroking the downy fossil gray and carob brown fur of the happy-go-lucky dog. She giggled, moving from Kristoff’s lap to sit on her knees so that she could pet Sven some more.

“Thank you for saving me by the way.” Kristoff looked up from where his hands were curled up in his lap, eyes open wide from the shock of hearing her voice. “I have never met a human who would do such a charitable act. That’s why I didn’t try to escape after you brought me up here. I knew that any human who was kind-hearted enough to help me would never have any intention of doing me any harm.”

Kristoff rubbed the back of his neck nervously, trying to look anywhere but her as he just now noticed that she wasn’t wearing a top and her breasts were exposed. His mother always taught him to be a gentleman. He also still could not get over the fact that there was a real-life mermaid right in front of him. Mythical beings that he only thought existed in fairytales until now.

“Oh-uh, yeah. It’s no problem.”

“Well, I should at least give you something in thanks.”

“Seriously, it’s okay,” Kristoff chuckled. “I was just doing the right thing.”

They stared at each other smiling and Kristoff swore he felt some sort of connection. But, he just passed it off as astonishment due to seeing a beautiful being. He also noticed how many freckles she had and wondered just how far those freckles went. He shook the dirty thoughts from his mind, mentally punishing himself for thinking such things. Among these observations, he also noticed that her tail had deep gashes from the net. He couldn’t let her go back into the ocean without helping clean them up a bit.

“Umm,” he cleared his throat. “That net cut you up pretty bad. If you’d like I can take you back to my place and get them cleaned up for you.” She gave him a confused look, “I-I mean...as long as you’re comfortable with that. I’d hate to pressure you...cause...well.” He thought it was best to stop talking before he made the situation even more awkward.

To his surprise, she giggled. She actually giggled. “I would appreciate that very much thank you.”

He smiled softly. “Great!,” he said with a bit too much excitement. “So...I think the only way I could get you over there is by carrying you. Are you okay with that?”

“Oh. Umm. Yeah...that’s fine,” she said as she nervously tucked a piece of auburn hair behind her ear. “I’m Anna by the way.”

He bent down and carried her bridal style back to his home. “Kristoff.”

End Notes: Sorry, it wasn't very long. I felt that was a good place to stop, and honestly just wanted to finally get a chapter of this fic posted. I feel like I made their introduction a little weird, but that's what my brain had me write out.

Ao3

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blightarts · 5 years ago

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Choices Academy

Title: Club Budgets

Disclaimer: This is a small series of incorrect quotes where characters in the entirety of Choices have interactions during a day in high school/college.

Summary: The Student Council president, Lucas Thomas, and the council’s treasurer, Mal Volari discuss about how to distribute the budget between the clubs in the academy. But trouble brews as they bring up an unspeakable topic.

Note: This fic contains jokes, regarding chest “sizes” and slapstick comedy towards an Love Interest. I apologize if any of these jokes offend anyone but please know that these are all just for comedy’s sake. I never mean to hurt or offend anyone. Thank you for understanding.

Taglist: @princessstellaris, @mechaspirit, @astridvolari, @silverlitskies, @tyril-nia-kaya, @mahariel-theirin

A prestigious school like, Choices Academy, wouldn’t be complete without its Student Council. After a proper and clean election between nominated students, Lucas Thomas was chosen to be the Student Council President. The headmaster, Bixel Perry, gave him the responsibility to handpick the other 3 members who would join him. Lucas chose Kamilah Sayeedto be the vice president, Quinn Kelly to be the secretary, and Mal Volari to be the treasurer. Since then, the students has been operating fairly because of these four.

On a quiet afteroon in the student council room, Lucas and Mal are discussing how the council should distribute the budgets between the different clubs in school, due to the recent recession. During the discussion, Lucas brings up something related to club activities to his fellow council member.

Lucas: Ah, I just noticed, Mr. Volari.

Mal: Yes, chief? 👀

Lucas: You are apparently not part of any clubs in the academy. I thought you would be given your particular set of skills.

Mal chuckles.

Mal: I appreciate the compliment, Prez, but club stuff just isn’t for me. 😆

He leans back on the couch, taking a break from what they’re doing. Lucas continues.

Lucas: Well, I believe it’s a way for you to create friendships with people who share your skills and maybe enhance said skills. 🤔

Mal grins before shooting finger guns to Lucas with a wink.

Mal: No can do, Prez. Mal the Magnificent does his skills solo.

He leans forward to continue his task.

Mal: Besides, even if I want to, is it even possible to balance school work, student council work and club work?

Lucas: Actually, it is. I mean, Ms. Sayeed and Ms. Kelly can do so.

Mal raises an eyebrow.

Mal: Oh? They’re in clubs, eh? Which ones? 👀

Lucas recalls the clubs which Kamilah and Quinn are in respectively.

Lucas: Ms. Kelly is a member of the Swimming Club.

Mal: Well, given her school-wide nickname of “Delphinus”, it makes sense. 🤔

Lucas: And Ms. Sayeed is currently in the Japanese Archery club. She’s exploring different cultures by jumping between clu--

Lucas then notices Mal chuckling before he could finish.

Lucas: Is something wrong?

Mal tries to stop chuckling and clears his throat.

Mal: I’m sorry, it’s just... the club really suits her. 😅

Lucas: What do you mean?

Mal starts imitating the form a person does when performing Japanese archery.

Mal: Well, I’ve heard that in Japanese Archery, if you’ve got breasts, the bowstring rubs against them when you pull it back.

Mal tries to hold back his laughter and continues.

Mal: But with Kamilah’s “size”, there’s no need to worry about that.

Lucas freezes as he spots Kamilah standing right behind Mal and giving him a death stare. Mal keeps going as he runs his hands flatly across his chest.

Mal: She’s just like this, Prez. Like this! 😂

Lucas can’t speak by the pressure Kamilah is bringing in the room but tries to warn Mal with scared facial expressions and attempted telepathy.

Lucas’s Thoughts: Mr. Volari! Behind you! 😨

Mal keeps doing what he’s doing as Kamilah’s eyes slowly turn red and her fangs show.

Lucas’s Thoughts: MAL! MAL!! 😱

Mal stops on cue but continues with another observation.

Mal: Oh! I also heard that it’s possible to bind your chest with bandages if you happen to have some “size”. I’m pretty sure Quinn would do the such thing if she does try Japanese archery out for a bit.

Mal pauses to burst out laughing again before continuing.

Mal: I mean, if she didn’t her chest would just be knocked up all over the place. 😆

Mal then imitates a bouncing motion by his chest. Meanwhile, Lucas gulps heavily, noticing Quinn beside Kamilah, also deathly staring at Mal.

Mal: Her chest would be like this, Prez. Like this! 🤣

Lucas’s Thoughts: HIT THE BRAKES, MAL!! 😱

Quinn clears her throat softly as Mal chuckles.

Quinn: Having lots of fun there, Mal??? 😊

Mal freezes and turns to see Quinn and Kamilah behind him, at last. Quinn takes a deep breath, channeling her Vaanu powers and enhancing her physical strength. She raises her hand with a cute grin on her face before...

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Quinn just repeatedly smacks Mal’s head to teach him a lesson. Five seconds later, she stops and breathes heavily, venting out her anger. Beside her, Kamilah puts on a smile and looks at Mal, while Lucas just prays for Mal’s sake.

Kamilah: You’re quite lucky Mr. Volari. Ms. Kelly is kind so she’ll forgive you. 😁

Kamilah’s expression soon becomes cold before continuing what she’s saying.

Kamilah: Ms. Kelly is probably the only one who’d forgive you. I’m sure of it. 💀

Mal shivers before standing up and rushing to Lucas’s side.

Mal: Prez... I’m going home to write my will... 😨

Lucas: Uhh... sure, but please come back when you feel better. 😅

As Mal leaves the student council room to recover from his traumatic experience, Kamilah and Quinn calm themselves before helping Lucas finish the budget plans.

The next day, Mal feels a LOT better but there’s a small fear towards Quinn and Kamilah that lingers inside him. He tries to avoid letting it grow as he continues to have friendly interactions with the two girls. They eventually forgave him and everything else worked out... I think???

THE END

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pickeringawd · 7 years ago

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TITLE — good morning. WARNINGS — explicit sexual content and some swearing. WORD COUNT — 2,359 words. AUTHOR’S NOTE — this is mostly smut and a little fluff so please read at your own discretion. i usually don’t write smut but this came to me one day and for some reason, i just had to write it. this is my first shawn mendes fic ever and i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you enjoy it, thanks for reading !

Rousing from sleep, my arm is quick to stretch out across the expense of bed to feel Shawn's soft and warm skin. However, cold emptiness greets me, his side of the bed vacant. The sound of running water sinks in and the melodious voice that goes with it brings a sense of calm over me. At ease, I rest a little longer, sleep pulling me back into a light slumber.

I awake about fifteen minutes later—though it feels more like three hours—and sit up in bed. Reaching over for my silk robe (a gift from Shawn), I put it on and tie the sash loosely around me. I am bare underneath safe for my underwear. Just as my feet hit the floor, the adjoining bathroom door swings open, revealing a wet-haired Shawn Mendes with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Morning princess," his eyes light up at the sight of me. "Slept well?"

I hum and nod my acquiescence. "Good morning." I stretch my arms out over my head, my muscles singing in response, and move to the edge of the bed, closer to him. Grabbing his hand as he's about to pass by, I stop him in his tracks. As he towers over me, his wet hair dripping down his chest and stomach, I tug him down to my height. Pushing air through his nose in an airy laugh, he lets me pull him down and meets me halfway for a kiss.

"I'm all wet." And as he says that, I feel a couple of droplets hit and run down the length of my nose before brimming our locked lips. I laugh against him and he laughs in response to my laughter. Pulling back, he uses his thumb to wipe the moisture from my upper lip and uses the back of his hand to wipe off his own. "What I say?"

"It's just a little water."

"Uh-huh." He stands up straight, his full height in all its splendor, but before he can stalk across the room to his dresser, I tug on his hand once more. He cocks an inquisitive eyebrow, lips twitching in amusement.

"You tryna get me in trouble? I need to leave for a meeting." He says though I'm wide aware. He has a meeting at 7:15 AM and it is currently 6:38 AM. Shawn often jokes that he should hire me as his full-time personal assistant. Not because I'm good with his schedule but because I'm a "model employee," as he puts it, in the sense that I'm efficient with my time, I'm punctual and I get shit done. It also helps that I know him almost better than he knows himself. Though I take pride in his compliment, mixing our personal and professional lives is an uncharted territory we'd both rather avoid.

"I'm doing no such thing. You're free to leave whenever you want." And yet, I begin to lean forward, slowly, eyes craning up to hold his gaze. His smile begins to fade and an oh so familiar lustful twinkle adorns his irises as he recognizes the desire swimming in mine. Shawn stands there, immobile, as I lean closer and kiss his stomach; chaste kisses against his tone abs. He looks completely enamored and smells like soap, his skin a little damp. Chaste kisses soon turn to open-mouthed kisses and, impatient, I push my tongue out to taste him. I trace the lines of his abs with the tip of my tongue and stop occasionally to suck on the pale skin.

His breathing picks up pace and with each passing second, the twinkle in his eyes gains momentum, threatening to become a cloud of lust, one that usually fogs up any intention of restraint. There's something about his gaze, the determination and awe that brings about a sense of urgency in me. Pressing my tongue flat on his abdomen, I let it follow the line of his happy trail and stop at the hem of his towel, nipping at the sensitive skin. I hook my fingers into the hem and drag it down, the towel pooling at his feet.

"Someone should take care of this." I say, all innocent-like, and wrap my hand around his half hard cock. It twitches in my hand and Shawn groans, eyebrows drawing together. Wasting no time, I lick the underside up to the tip, a bead of precum landing on my tongue, before properly taking him in my mouth—his dick hardening by the second. I swirl my tongue around his head and sink further down until I feel him hit the back of my throat. The movement disturbs my gag reflex and I swallow around him to keep from choking. Shawn sees the tears gather in my eyes and brushes a reassuring hand against my cheek, his thumb caressing my cheekbone.

"Breathe through your nose, baby." He reminds me regularly because I tend to become a little too eager. I underestimate his length and take too much of him into my mouth, resulting in a gagging fit. I start to choke when I panic and forget to breathe through my nose, so he reminds me as often as he can. "You're doing so good." He praises. "You feel so good."

His words soothe most of the nerves and do a great job of arousing me, sending an electrifying sensation down my core. "My mouth feels good, baby?" I reiterate and he hums his approval.

His thumb is resting against the corner of my mouth and in one beat, I pull back, his cock flush against his stomach, and take his thumb into my mouth, gently sucking on it. I'm completely wet, my panties soaked, but I hold back on touching myself. Shawn moans at the sight and I smile triumphantly. "What are you doing to me, baby?" His will is strong—super strong. He could easily grab the back of my head and push me down his cock or begin to thrust into me with a speed of his choosing, but he vocalized his disinterest to me the first time we ever fucked. Seeing as I'm the one giving oral, I should set the pace, he says.

I hollow my cheeks and continue sucking his cock, my hand fisting the inches I can't fit into my mouth. He's pretty big so I keep having to pull him out and pay more attention to his base, my hand working up and down his thick length. Quiet noises are leaving his mouth and I instantly notice his hooded lids. Just as I'm about to take him into my mouth again, he runs his fingers through my hair and gently tugs my head back. I let him push me down on the bed, his hand pushing my legs apart, one by one, so they're wide open.

He crawls between my legs and leans down to kiss me, one hand cupping my neck and the other caressing my thigh. "You sure we have time for this?" I ask, lips brushing against his.

He smiles. "Let me worry about being late."

"That's very unprofessional." I chastise halfheartedly.

His mouth hangs agape, disbelief painted on his face. "You started this!"

I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and deepen the kiss, tongue licking into his mouth. My hands slide down to grab at his bulging biceps. His tongue dances with mine, the taste of him enough to send my soul flying among the stars. He pulls back and trails wet kisses down my neck, biting into the sensitive skin. I cry out in pleasure and tug at his hair, his damp hair now disheveled. Stepping back, he undoes my sash and runs a hand up my stomach, pushing the robe aside to reveal my breasts.

"So beautiful," he whispers, almost to himself, as if he were staring at a piece of artwork. I blush under his gaze. His large hand closes around one of my breasts, fondling it, while the other pulls on my panties. I help him kick them off and gasp as he pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His hand moves on to the other breast and fondles it, as well, giving it just as much attention.

"Baby..." I mewl, my patience thinning. Reaching over, I grab his hips and pull him closer, his erection twitching against my thigh.

"What is it, princess? You ready?"

"Mhm."

He continues to fondle my breasts, both hands gripping at the tender flesh. I can’t help the whimpers that keep tumbling past my lips—his massive hands are pure magic. “What’s that?”

“Yes, I'm ready. I want you." I whine. I trail my hands up the small of his back until they’re resting on his shoulder blades, the muscles there tense. "Please."

Shawn reaches over for the nightstand and grabs a condom. Wrapping it around himself, he grabs the base of his cock with one hand and pushes down on my inner thigh with the other. Aligning himself at my core, he pushes in slowly, inching further inside of me at an excruciatingly slow pace. A strangled grunt rumbles in his throat, almost drowning out the prolonged moan that I let out. I run my fingers down his back, nails digging into his skin and undoubtedly leaving red angry streaks in their wake. He's stretching me out impossibly wide and I have to grab at the sheets to keep from abusing his back furthermore.

"You okay?" Shawn whispers, his breath hitching.

I nod, a quiet "yes" echoing out, and let out a string of moans as he buries himself deep within me. "You can move."

He leans down so that his chest is pressed against mine and begins thrusting his hips, slowly. It's quiet safe for our laboured breathing and moaning. The noises Shawn makes are so fucking hot and I have to grab the side of his face to get him to keep staring at me. "Stop stifling your moans, baby, I wanna hear you." His cheeks redden at my words but he complies.

He fucks me slowly for a few more minutes, letting me feel every inch of him inside of me. I'm overwhelmed by his size, his breath against me and the warmth of his chest and hips as he continues to rock into me. My senses are on overload and it's fucking bliss. He kisses me and swallows my moans. His hands are pressed onto the mattress on both sides of my head to steady himself but most of his weight falls on me and I welcome it. I move my lips to his jawline and continue to pepper kisses down his neck, careful not to leave a mark. He can mark me however he wants but because his label demands he presents himself in a certain light, or image, he can't be seen with a heap of hickeys.

Soon, he begins to pick up pace, his hips thrusting into me more fervently. We both get embarrassingly loud—aside from all the moans (and a mixture of groans, grunts and whimpers), the bed creaking under our weight and our bodies slapping against one another fill the room. The atmosphere is electric, intensifying the bouts of pleasure coursing through me. I'm grabbing onto Shawn with all my might and arching into his thrusts, meeting him halfway. "You're going so deep... So good." I croak, feeling completely winded, as if I'd just ran a marathon.

He kisses me, hard, his teeth clinking against mine. His hips rock into me with a newfound speed and, unashamed, I start to whimper into his mouth, our lips still pressed in a tender kiss. "I can't get enough of you."

"I love you."

"I love you." He echoes.

My hands slide down to his ass and as I press him down, he shifts a little and starts to pound into me, punctuating each thrust with a grunt. An exceptionally loud yell escapes me when Shawn hits my G-spot over and over again, his hips angled just right. He steadies himself on his knees and grabs my thighs, a view I wholeheartedly welcome. There's a sheen of sweat glistening on his body and his muscles keep flexing with the effort. My eyes wander down to his abs, those perfectly sculpted abs, and I reach forward to touch them.

"I'm not gonna last much longer," he breathes out and reaches for my hand, the one resting on his stomach, and laces our fingers together.

"I'm close, too."

A few seconds later, I feel an earth shattering sensation pool in my gut, the pleasure it summons unbearable. I squeeze Shawn's hand, hard, and let my head roll back as I come. He brings our intertwined hands to his lips and gives my hand light kisses, his hips still moving as he fucks me through my orgasm.

"Oh, fuck." He groans as I tighten around him and a few thrusts later, he comes.

I sit up and kiss him, a desperate desire to touch him and be near him consuming me. He wraps his arms around me and picks me up a bit, my legs encircling his hips. He rubs his nose against mine and kisses the tip. Smiling, I do the exact same thing to him. "God, I love you so much." He says.

"I love you with every fiber in my being."

He raises his eyebrows, half impressed. "Poetic."

"They don't call me Maya Angelou for no reason."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Sir? Is this round two? Are we role-playing?" He asks.

I crane my neck around to stare at the small digital clock on the nightstand. "Don't you have a meeting in like twenty minutes?"

"Shit." He kisses me again and then slowly pulls out of me, an empty feeling replacing his softening cock. He hurries to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean up. I tighten the sash around my robe and wander over to his dresser. Opening his drawers, I start pulling out pieces of clothing and laying them out on the bed. By the time he comes out of the bathroom, refreshed, there's a whole outfit waiting for him.

"How did I get so lucky?"

#this turned out much longer than i planned #shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes stories #type: smut #type: fluff #type: established relationship #title: good morning

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Stoned On You

A/N: Hiii. This is a collaboration with me and @minhosmeanhoe . We figured out that we’re the same person with the same dirty mind and this was the outcome. This is the longest and most smut I'm sure either of us has ever written in our lives and I hope you guys love reading as much as we loved writing it ! The song that goes with this fic is Stoned On You by Jaymes Young.

Warnings: smut; smoking (weed), drinking, mentions of violence, hair pulling; I’m sure there is more but idk rn

Word Count: 12,529

My entire mind and body relaxed as I placed the blunt in between my lips and inhaled its deliciously intoxicating fumes, the TV screen playing colorful cartoons in front of Dylan and I. A laugh escaped my throat, along with the excess smoke, thanks to the funny shapes and colors dancing before me at the same time that I passed the joint right back to my best friend. He laughed too, grabbing the joint from me and placing it between his lips where it hung lazily.

Fuck, he looked good. A layer of scruff collected along his jaw and chin, making him look more grown up than the boy I met years ago. His signature Mets cap sat backwards on his head, doing little to hide the bits of hair peeking out of the sides. Dylan and I had been friends for a long time, but it was always when we were a little high or slightly intoxicated that I got that tingling feeling between my thighs. A feeling so unbelievably strong, it would take over all of my thoughts whenever we were together. I couldn’t deny the way I secretly lusted over him, but I knew I wasn’t the only one. I’ve caught Dylan staring at me with dark pupils more than once or biting down on his lips as he gazed at mine.

Why either of us never did anything about it was a mystery. It seemed like it'd be so effortless for us to just cross that line, without that fear of not being able to come back. But I think it was always that fear of losing the friendship or things being weird after that always halted us. Although, that never hindered my mind from going off on its own. Even now as my thoughts started to cloud, all that didn't seem to matter as much. I smiled as he expertly took a swig of his beer while the blunt was still in historic mouth. I wanted to be that bottle or the blunt or both.

As the liquid went down his throat, pushing forward his Adam’s apple for the slightest second, I couldn’t help but watch in complete awe. Dylan could do the simplest of things and it immediately had the capacity to turn me on. My best friend finished taking a swig of the cold beverage and as soon as he took the bottle off of his lips, he replaced it with his tongue to pick up any excess beer. It was just a normal thing any human did, but it still managed to send desire rippling right through my entire body and land straight in my core.

I shifted slightly, trying to shake off some of that desire. I wasn't in the right frame of mind to fight it off. He turned to me, just as sluggish as you'd expect, a worried look on his face.

“Ah shit babe, you cold?”

I know what you're thinking, babe isn't what best friends call each other. But, we weren't your typical best friends. When I met Dylan, I knew we both felt as if there were something else there between us. Call it sexual tension or a connection, but I've never thought that Dylan holding my hand as we walked down the street was anything more than just that. Or sitting on the couch smoking a joint in my underwear with him was out of the norm. It was just how it had alway been. So when one day he started calling me babe, it stuck like any other nickname.

I nodded in reply to his question, even though it was a lie. He lifted his arm for me to snuggle into him and I did, curling my body into him and wrapping my leg around his. This was no help to the pool I was creating in my panties. He lazily rubbed small circles into my skin with his thumb, and I could only imagine him rubbing those same circles into my clit.

A small laugh erupted from his chest as his amber eyes focused on the television screen and I couldn’t even bother taking my eyes off of him to see what he found so amusing. All I cared about was the way he pulled the joint out of his mouth and blew a smoke as he passed it back to me, my eyes lingering on his slim fingers holding it. If only he knew the things I’d let him do to me with those beautiful fingers of his.

Gladly taking it from him, I breathed in one last puff before leaning over to his coffee table and putting it out on the ash tray. Dylan turned to me with a confused expression as to why I just did that, but instead, courage like no other washed over me as I placed my hand on his chin and gently opened his mouth. He watched me with intrigue swimming in his eyes, my lips parting slightly so I could blow the remaining smoke into his mouth. He breathed it in happily with a smirk playing on his face and I knew that if he didn’t lose that smirk soon, I certainly wouldn’t be able to control myself any longer.

I curled back into him trying to fight off the sinful thoughts that were winning the war in my brain. It was a few minutes later that I finally decided I didn't care about the consequences of any of my actions. I'd been holding back this pent up sexual tension for far too long, we both had.

In one smooth movement, I slipped my hand past the waistband of his sweatpants and his boxers. He veered his hips fractionally, but otherwise seemed unfazed. I frowned at him, wondering why I wasn't affecting him more. He blinked slowly, his eyes low and glossed. He was higher than a kite, barely able to register my fingers inching towards his cock. I smirked, I guessed I'd have to try a little harder.

I felt around until the tips of my fingers grazed over his member. It was soft still, unknowing to the pleasure I was about to unleash on it. Wrapping my fingers around it, I began palming him slowly. I kept my eyes on the TV, trying to seem more nonchalant than I felt. He quickly started growing harder in my hand, making me smile. I bit my lip, forcing it back.

He chuckled, his attention now mine again. “Uh, whatcha doin’ babe?”

He wasn't stopping me, he only grew firmer and firmer. I ignored him, picking up my pace and rubbing my hand against him faster. I felt him relax and sink into the couch. Looking up at him, I noticed his bottom lip harshly tugged in between his teeth as he closed his eyes in complete bliss. It was certainly a sight for sore eyes to see the person I consider to be the sexiest man I know coming apart because of me. His hips slightly jerked to create a different type of friction and I gladly followed his guide, wanting him to feel his absolute best.

“Fuck, babe.” Dylan moaned breathlessly and the sound provoked such an intense ache in my core, I had to rub my thighs together to settle it down a bit. “A little tighter, please.”

It was my turn to moan as I heard him beg beneath me, knowing exactly want he wanted and not being afraid to tell me. There’s nothing sexier than a man allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of you and trust you enough to tell you what he genuinely liked.

My hand gripped slightly more around him and the loud growl that he released was more than enough to spark an insatiable fire inside of me. I knew for a fact that I would be willing to do any-fucking-thing this man ever had the desire to do because that’s how much of an effect he already has on the girl currently jerking him off. My thumb slid over his swollen red tip and I whimpered when I felt the liquid gathering over his slit, my tongue immediately craving a taste— no, needing it.

Never faltering my rapid movements on his member, I quickly pulled myself out of his embrace and fell down to the floor in front of him. I watched as he opened his eyes to see what I was doing, only to have them roll to the back of his head once he understood what the next step was. Kneeling in front of him and licking my lips one last time, I leaned forward and replaced my hand with my warm mouth. His pelvis bucking instantly and his hands finding a new home tangled in my hair.

I started at my own leisure, bobbing all the way down until his tip skimmed the back of my throat, before retreating back up again. I flattened my tongue and sucked in my cheeks as I pulled him in and out of my mouth. The sounds stumbling from his lips were heavenly, sending wave after wave of lust crashing down on me. Which only fuelled me to want to pleasure him more.

I made good use of my other hand, cupping his balls skillfully and massaging them. He growled, his nails scraping against my scalp and his hips jolting upwards harshly into my mouth. I looked up at him through watery eyes to find his mouth hanging open while his eyes fluttered between opened and closed. He began thrusting his hips in his own rhythm, pushing my head down against him while he shot himself up into my mouth. I took all of him as best I could, humming when I was able to reach his edge.

“God, why haven't we done this before?” He practically whined.

I struggled to answer his question, humming and mumbling around the cock currently lodged in my throat. I felt the grip on my hair loosen and pulled him out of my mouth.

“It's not like I haven't wanted to before,” I repeated, this time able to form actual words.

He smiled, grabbing me by the chin and lean forward until our lips were so close to one another I could smell the beer that he'd drank one too many of on his breath. “Well, if we're doing things we've always want to do, it's my turn.”

The smile remained as he reached around my waist, grabbing it and pulling me to my feet. Only to plop me back down horizontal on the couch. Thrill rushed through my veins as he slowly grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it off of my body, already exposing my breasts since I had no bra on. He instantly moaned at the sight before attaching his lips to one of them out of pure instinct. Considering the fact that he was wearing his Mets hat and looked too damn good for it to be taken off, my hands flew to his back instead of his hair as he gently bit down on the skin of my breast. His tongue soon found my perky nipple and had its own form of fun that I completely approved of.

Dylan’s hands dug into my waist and continued to assault one of my breasts before moving to the other one when he was satisfied. Moans fell from my lips at the wonderful feeling on my sensitive body and it made me wonder what else he was capable of. Thankfully though, my mind didn’t have to think long enough because he was already making his way down my chest and stomach (which were now infested with butterflies). Once he reached my belly button, Dylan dipped his tongue inside just to tease me at the same time that his hand moved over to my panties and gently slid his finger over me.

“Fuck, you’re unbelievably wet.” He groaned, his cock growing hard against my thigh. “And so damn warm.”

Before I even knew what was happening, Dylan completely tore himself apart from me and my body whined at the loss of heat within our contact. I looked up at him with concerned eyes thinking maybe he regret his lustful decisions and wanted to stop this, but instead he just grabbed his beer off of the coffee table and took a sip as he smirked at me.

“Seriously?” I whined, staring at him. “Come back.”

Dylan didn’t say anything, he simply leaned back down to me with the beer bottle still in his hand. His face hovered over mine, our lips inches apart before he suddenly placed the icy cold bottle over my covered core. I gasped immediately at the unexpected contrast of hot and cold on my body and Dylan chuckled over me. He had this smug look planted on his face and I wanted to be annoyed at him, but I couldn’t. The strange feeling in my heat actually felt oddly good as he slowly began to rub the bottle up and down. The cold condensed water from the bottle transferred through the flimsy fabric of my panties and soon enough touched my actual core, moans now coming out of me uncontrollably. It wasn’t something I’d ever thought of doing, but I was certainly glad someone as clever as Dylan had.

He pulled the beer away, sitting up again and taking one last swig of his drink. He let the liquid fill his mouth and he kept it there as he returned the bottle back to the coffee table. I watched as he scooted himself down the couch and hovered over my most private place. He glanced up at me, a mischievous look in his eyes, before he let a stream of beer flow out of his mouth and onto my panties, soaking them further.

I gasped, my back arching as I felt the beverage seep through to my core. His fingers hooked into the sides of my panties, his lips traveled upwards to right above my waistline pouring the rest of the liquid out there. He pulled my panties down slowly, his tongue trailing after them lapping up every bit of beer from my skin. It was cold from the drink along with the drink itself and I didn't know how to control the insane amount of gasps and moans coming out me. I always assumed Dylan was a kinky dude in bed, but to have it confirmed right in front of me is on a whole other level.

The soaking wet panties were tugged off of my legs and thrown on top of the coffee table as his hands gripped onto my thighs, spreading them apart. He placed lingering kisses on the inside of one which made goosebumps find a new home on the surface of my skin. Just as he was about to kiss my core, Dylan hovered over it and moved to my other thigh. I groaned in impatience and could feel his lips smirk against my body.

“Please.” I begged breathlessly.

“What do you want me to do?” He teased, knowing very well what it was I needed from him.

“Dylan, please.” I repeated.

“Babe, just tell me.” He whispered, his breath heating up my previously cold core. “Do you want my mouth or my fingers?”

“Y-Your mouth.” I panted. “I want your mouth on my cunt, sucking me until I’m cumming hard against your tongue.”

“As you wish, babygirl.”

Before I even had the chance to swoon at the nickname (the second he has given me tonight alone), Dylan flattened out his tongue and licked up my core. He moved past my folds and moaned as he tasted my juices.

His tongue worked me over deliciously, alternating between flicking over my clit and sucking on it until I cried out. I didn't think it could get much better, the way his rough tongue assaulted my core was already threatening to send me over the edge. That's when I felt his long dexterous finger slide inside of me and I was a moaning mess. It pumped exquisitely in and out, the pads of his fingers stroking in time with the tongue.

“Dylan…” I whined, unable to even complete the sentence I'd only half thought out.

I was sidetracked by the second finger that was inserted into my pussy. My whole body shook from the new found pleasure. He'd changed up the positioning of his fingers so they were now curled upward, caressing my g-spot so mind-blowingly that I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

I tightened my walls around his fingers, trying my hardest to hold out on him. But in response he hummed into my cunt, sending a tidal wave down on me. I came, hard. My moans animalistic in nature, not evening caring if the neighbors complained. I squeezed my eyes shut, my mind spinning and my body volting.

I was so lost in my own world of pleasure that I only came back to the real one when I felt Dylan remove his fingers from my body and I hissed from him no longer being near me. My eyes opened in response and they immediately came into contact with his as he stood and slowly ripped his shirt off. I knew we weren’t going to stop here considering both of us had intense lust pooling in our pupils, but also from the way his erection was back up and ready for more. The sexual tension was swimming in the air as Dylan sat back down on the couch and lifted his finger, indicating he wanted me to stand.

I followed his actions without second thought before he rubbed his bare thighs with a raised eyebrow and I didn’t need any more explanation to know he wanted me on his lap. I gladly walked over to him and placed one knee on each side of his legs as I grabbed his member, Dylan biting down on his lip at the contact, and slowly pumped. Just as he placed his hands on my waist, I lowered myself down on him and allowed him to enter me until I sat down completely. Both of us immediately moaned at the feeling of our bodies connecting as one for the first time, something we realize we should’ve done a long time ago.

He was a thick man, there was no denying it. And there was also no denying that I really liked it. He stretched my walls deliciously, in a way no other guy ever could and I knew that I would be cumming in no time because of it. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I pulled myself back up and we both grunted out loud the second I slammed back down.

I let my head fall back as I continued this motion, hard and slow. My breast bouncing with each time I landed on his cock. He groaned loudly, his eyes fixed on me as I rode him and let myself get caught up in the way he filled me. As I lifted myself up again, attempting to come back down, his grip on my hips tightened. I was halted in my venture and I lifted my head up to look at him. Our eyes met, the lust so dark it seemed to burn into something deeper. I waited, almost impatiently, to see what he'd do next. What else could he do to get me going?

That when I felt his hips shoot up to meet mine. I moaned, squeezing his shoulders so hard that my nails were making indents in his skin. He held me in place, while he thrusted his hips up into me over and over again. Biting my lip to contain my screams, I didn't last long. Soon enough I was yelling out profanities as his speed picked up.

“God, you feel so fucking good. I could fuck you all night.” He growled, watching me as I started to come undone.

It was his mouth latching onto one of my breasts that really did me in. I barely had time to give him a warning as my walls closed in around his dick, slowing his pace but not by much. He loosened his hold on my hips, allowing me to ride out my own climax.

“Fuck, Dylan.” I cried, dropping down on him only a few more times before my legs began to shake. “I didn't know you had that in you.”

“Trust me, babygirl, I have a lot more in me.”

His words had an excitement running through me instantly. Neither of us moved until our breathing evened out. I rested my forehead on his, closing my eyes, my body weakening from all the wear. His warm breath fanned across my face, making more aware of the thin layer of sweat that coated both of our bodies.

When I opened my eyes again, he was looking at me. His eyes studying every inch of my face, trying to assess if I was doing alright. I gave him a smile to reassure him. When he smiled back, it was the mischievous smile I knew only brought trouble. He slipped out from under, sending me into the couch. I giggled, curiously wondering what he was up to next.

I felt him before I heard him, his hands wrapping around my front and pulling my back to his front. His hands cupping my breasts and kneading them carnally, a low growl erupting from his chest. I have no idea how, but he lifted the both of us up with my back still pressed against his warm chest before he forced me to kneel on the sofa. I had only begun to put together what he was planning when he placed his hand on my back and pushed me down until I was leaning on the head rest, my ass up in the air for him as my chest pressed against the back of the couch. Dylan’s hands slid to the inner of my thighs and nudged them for me to part them.

“Do you want me to go soft or go hard?” Dylan asked, his hand squeezing my thighs before settling on my waist as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Really fucking hard.”

“Who would’ve known my best friend was such a dirty girl?” He teased, chuckling.

“Dirty and impatient.” I answered, backing my ass up so he could re-enter me already.

“Just how I fucking like it.” He smirked.

Dylan, suddenly, slammed into me hard and fast, making it impossible to keep from screaming out in pleasure. He didn’t even wait before already starting a quick pace. My chest continued to hit against the back of the couch as he pounded into me mercilessly, occasionally squeezing my waist with his calloused hands.

“Holy shit, Dylan.” I moaned loudly, my breathing becoming erratic and unstable.

“I know, babe. Fuck!” He shouted, Dylan’s balls slamming against my ass in the most delicious way.

It’s not exactly an everyday thing to come over to your best friend’s house one Friday afternoon to watch a movie and eat out, only to have him eat you out then fuck you like there’s no tomorrow in such a fast and dirty way. This wasn’t love nor wasn about feelings in any way. No, it was purely two consensual adults giving into their carnal and physical desires.

I could feel my arousal wetting down my thighs from how turned on I was as he now used his hands to back me towards him at the same time that he thrusted forward. The sounds our bodies make together—the wet, sticky, smacking and slapping noises—normally would’ve made me blush, but not with Dylan. With him, all of those sounds were fucking hot and they just drove us even further.

Because I was already so sensitive from just having two orgasms in a row, I could feel my body begin to tighten up again in preparation for a third one. The room was hot and sweat rolled down my forehead as the smell of sex filled the air, one that I could certainly get used to.

“Fuck, you have impressive stamina.” I managed to say through the moan that was strangled in my throat.

“I know.” Dylan chuckled, increasing his speed which I didn’t even think was possible. “It’s a gift really.”

“One that I’d like to explore some more ” I answered. “But, right now I really want to feel you cum inside of me. Please?”

“Of course, babygirl.” Dylan responded, reaching a hand around my lower belly and pressing hard on it to push me back with unbelievable strength in sync with his thrusts. It makes my entire cunt clench around him and it feels so fucking good that we’re both cumming in seconds.

A couple of minutes later, we were back in our original position, clothes returning to bodies and a new blunt lit as it passed back and forth between us. Neither of us had spoken since I'd return from cleaning myself up in the bathroom. My stomach turned with the familiar twist of fear as I contemplated whether my worst fears had been realized. I made several attempts to strike up a conversation, but all failed.

“Did we just fuck?” His voice startling me. I looked over at him with a smile, his eyes glossy and unsure.

“I thought I was a better fuck than that! You can't even remember?” I giggled, slapping him lightly on the arm.

“Oh, I remember. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t hallucinate the whole thing.” The smiled he lent me made my whole body light up.

“Don’t worry, you didn't.” I reassured him, Dylan biting down on his bottom lip. “You definitely just had your cock buried inside of me just moments ago.”

“Damn.” He said in awe and I laughed at his high state.

He stretched his hand out for me to pass him the joint I just smoked and I gladly did. Silence descended upon us again, but it wasn't awkward like the first time. It was calm and comfortable, the both of us coming to terms with the dirty things we just did together. Watching carefully as he pulled in smoke from the blunt in between his lips, my body already craving them again.

“Hey, babe.” Dylan called, my thoughts disappearing with his words.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Can we fuck again?”

A smirk immediately invaded my lips as he turned towards me with mischief sparkling in his dark pupils. My hands flew to the joint in his mouth before pulling it away and putting it out on the ash tray.

“I thought you'd never ask.” I teased, already tugging at my shirt and tearing it off.

The bar was crowded tonight. Dylan and I sat at our usual table, him drinking a beer and I a vodka tonic. Nothing had happened since our high night of fucking, but that didn't mean that the sexual tension was any less thick. I know he felt it too, yet, neither of us acknowledged it was there.

We were just people watching now, the dancers grinding and the drunks extra drunk. I laughed as a beefy man fell out of his chair, crumpling to the ground. I tapped Dylan's arm, trying to veer his attention to the drunken man but he didn't budge. I glanced at him only to find him staring straight ahead, his body tense and his jaw visibly clenched.

“Dylan?” I frowned, looking out into the crowd to see what he saw but came up with nothing. “What's wrong?”

Without wavering on his stance, he nodded pointedly at a guy sitting with his friend at a table. He was attractive, very attractive actually and, if I wasn't mistaken, he was eye fucking the shit out of me. His line of sight traveled down to the parts of my body he could see, paying extra attention to my cleavage. I blushed, playing with the condensation on my glass to keep me from looking at the cute guy. It didn't work, because a few seconds later I was looking at him again.

I heard Dylan clear his throat far more times than could be considered normal, but I brushed it off. Watching as the cute guy sat back in chair, his teeth sliding over his bottom lip seductively. I tucked my hair behind my ear, smiling. I felt something warm, against my thigh and glanced down to see Dylan's hand resting there. The gesture was undecipherable with my head swimming with thoughts of my new friend a few tables down. Our eye contact was strong, my body rushing with adrenaline as I dreamed of all the ways he could use those perfect hands of his.

“I'm gonna run to the restroom,” I told Dylan without ever looking at him. My only thought right then was perking up my tits and making sure my makeup looked good for this cute guy.

His eyes never left mine and mine never left his as I slowly stood up, Dylan’s hand sliding off my thigh. I tried to hold back my smile at the same time that I turned towards the direction of the bathroom and headed for it, my hips swaying for the eyes I knew were staring at me.

Once I reached the inside of the ladies room, I immediately went to work. Pulling my tight blouse down to expose more of my swollen chest, thankful for the amazing push-up bra I’d decided to wear last minute, followed by pushing my skirt up to show off my toned thighs. Digging into my pocket, I grabbed my red lipstick and mascara. I applied both of them with skilfully and took a satisfied look in the mirror.

With confidence flowing through my body, I walked back to my table noticing an extra drink sitting with the others. Dylan’s eyes widened at me as I came into his sight and I smiled at him, returning to my seat beside him. He scanned my entire body and I could see his tongue peek out of his lips to lick them, making me feel even sexier. I reached my hand to grab the drink that was on the table and lifted it to him.

“Thanks for the drink, Dylan.” I smiled, taking a sip of the fruity, but laced with vodka, beverage.

“What?!” Dylan exclaimed, snapping out of his trance on my body to flicker his attention on the glass in my hands. “I-I didn't order you a drink.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused, as I put it back down on the table. “Who else could have...?”

An invisible light bulb had clicked over the both of our heads as Dylan and I shared wide-eyed glances before quickly turned our heads to the cute guy. He was already staring at us, well me, with a smug smirk plaguing his face. I felt the blush painting my cheeks as he raised his bottle of beer to me, my fingers instinctively pushing loose hair behind my ear. Just when I thought I couldn't be more nervous, the handsome stranger stood from his seat and began approaching our table.

“Oh, my God.” I freaked out, giddily turning to Dylan. “Quick, how do I look?”

My best friend gave me a once over with his eyes and then looked over at the nearing man with an indescribable emotion pooling inside of his now dark pupils. “Great.”

He said it as if he was referring to the arrival of the guy more than answering my question. Before I could respond or ask him why he was suddenly acting so weird, the guy who bought me the drink had finally reached our table and stood in front of me with a sexy smile on his face. Seeing him this close made me realize he was much more beautiful than I initially thought.

“Mind if I take a seat?” He asked, voice low and gruffly.

“Actually we do-” Dylan started, but I cut him off with a pointed look.

“We DO NOT mind at all.” I smiled patting the chair next to me.

He took the seat graciously, plopping down and scooting closer to me as he wrapped his arm around the back of my chair. His hair was an ashy brown colour that made his blue eyes sparkle. This guy was handsome and I wanted to feel those handsome hands all over my body. I smiled at him, turning slightly to face him better.

“So, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?” I asked, biting down on my lip softly.

He chuckled, taking a sip of his beer before answering. “Looking for a girl like you.”

I giggled, tucking the fallen hair from my face behind my ear. I heard a scoff behind me and glanced over my shoulder just in time to see Dylan rolling his eyes. I frowned at him, praying this guy hadn't noticed.

“By the way,” I felt the cute stranger's lips skating lightly over my ear, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin. “That lipstick is a nice touch, makes your lips look so beautifully plump.”

Another round of giggles erupted from my mouth as a huge smile grew across my lips. But, both were halted by another pair of lips next to my other ear.

“My cock made your lips pretty plump too.” I swallowed thickly at my best friend's words, remembering the recent encounter I had with his cock. I could feel my cheeks flushing and I hissed at Dylan to stop it.

“God, you're gorgeous when you blush.” The cute guy hummed, turning my head to face him by my chin. I melted at his touch, hypnotised by it.

“You flushed just like that when I was pounding into you, too.”

The first thing that came to my mind, other than the flashing images of Dylan moaning and grunting as he fucked me hard against his couch, was the need to shut my best friend up. I didn’t understand why he was suddenly bringing back those events considering we haven’t even talked about them since it happened. It made me mad that he chose to right when I was flirting with another guy. It didn’t make any sense. Why now? Why not when we were alone and had all the time in the world to talk?

“So, did you like the drink?” The stranger asked and I nodded, not trusting my voice quite yet. “Oh, good. It’s one of my favorites because of how damn sweet it tastes.”

I knew it was coming, but I didn’t have enough strength to push him away as Dylan whispered into my ear yet again. His warm breath fanning across my skin and making goosebumps completely cover its surface.

“I can think of something else that tastes really fucking sweet.” He huffed and it took everything I had not to moan right then and there.

“By the way, what’s your name beautiful?” The man asked and I pressed my thighs together to settle the growing ache in them.

“The same one I kept moaning over and over again. The same one that rolled off my tongue as hers worked around my cock. The same one that-”

“Would you like to get me a bottle of water, Dyl?” I asked suddenly, interrupting whatever sentence he had put together to keep me from doing something I’d regret.

“Water?” He teased, his eyebrows quirking as he smirked. “Why? Are you thirsty?”

“Here.” I chose to ignore him, but my body certainly didn’t as it shuddered immediately, and reach for my purse to give him the necessary cash.

“No, no.” The cute guy extended his hand to stop me as he shook his head with a smile. “It’s on me, please.”

“Thank you.” I smiled back at him and let him hand Dylan a few bills to buy me water, my best friend scowling in reaction.

“Excuse me.” He spoke politely before he left without taking the money, his tone completely flooded with venom.

I watched as he left the table without another word, his back towards us and it didn’t feel right. My stomach flipped at the sight of him walking away and I desperately wanted my best friend back here, no longer as interested in the cute stranger as I was before. But, he didn’t seem to notice because he was already turning back to me and starting another conversation. It took every bit of strength I had to tear my eyes away from Dylan and look back at him. His eyes were kind and his lips held a soft smile so I did what I could to imitate them.

“So, that guy over there…” He started, pointing to the place where Dylan was standing before he left. “Is he your brother or something?”

“Uh, no.” I cleared my throat. “He’s my best friend actually.”

“Ah, no wonder he’s so angry. ” He nodded, taking a sip of his beer.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Well, I’d be too.” He shrugged. “If I was constantly around a gorgeous woman like you and not allowed to actually touch her.”

With that, the stranger placed his calloused hand on my bare thigh and I slightly jumped. It was warm, but nothing compared to the warmth Dylan’s hand gave off. I looked down at it for a second before gazing back up into his eyes, only to notice they weren’t as soft as before. Now holding so much intensity in them that I didn’t know whether or not I should be turned on or intimidated.

However, the thing about his words was that they were so incredibly wrong. Dylan has touched me and, God, I wanted him to do it again. Because he was lingering in my thoughts, I subconsciously flickered my eyes away from the person currently talking to me to scan them across the room in search of Dylan. The first place I looked at was the bar, assuming he would be there purchasing my water, but he wasn’t. Curiosity seeped into my mind as I continued searching when I, suddenly, found him.

He wasn’t getting me my water like I assumed he would be. He wasn’t walking around just enjoying the music as he waited for me to finish talking to someone new. He wasn’t sitting at the bar watching the baseball game on the TV screen. No, Dylan wasn’t doing any of those things I’d normally expect him to do. Instead, he was on the dance floor grossly grinding up against an unknown girl with his eyes boring directly into mine… and the sight made my stomach drop.

I'm not sure what my face looked like, but I could only imagine it was exactly the reaction he was hoping for. The wicked smile that stretched across his face was challenging. He dipped his head into the crook of the random girl's neck as I watch him, sliding his hand down her front. I wasn't sure if the heat that filled my face was from anger or embarrassment. He was completely doing this on purpose and did little to hide that.

I was seething as I turned back to the random guy, who I think at some point said his name was Ben. I scooted in closer to him, until our chairs were virtually touching, and crossed my arm under my chest pushing up my breasts. Ben took notice immediately, stammering mid sentence before making several attempts in continuing on, all the while his eyes glued to them. I laughed suddenly, not sure if what he said was even funny, placing my hand on his arm and stroking it lightly.

Ben gave me a look, but shrugged it off before yet again continuing on about himself. Stealthily, I glanced over at Dylan who'd already upped the ante by grabbing the girl by the waist and pressing her against him as he gyrated his hips into her. The girl wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling his head down towards her. Somehow that sly asshole was able to maintain pristine eye contact with me. Not forgetting to add an infamous cheeky smile.

I'd had it at that point. He was playing a deadly game that I refused to lose. I returned my focus back onto Ben, who impressively had not stop talking about himself, and grabbed a handful of his shirt. There was only one way to win this war and if Dylan wanted to play dirty, so be it. Without warning, I pulled Ben forward until our lips met; my eyes trained on Dylan's. His face had fallen from the cocky smirk to a dumbfounded expression. He'd all but stopped dancing with the girl to watch as I opened my mouth slightly allowing this random guy to slip his tongue into my mouth.

I barely registered Ben’s lack of skill as I watched Dylan's face turn a deep red, anger practically expelling from his ears. I smirked into my kiss, knowing that I had won. I took my eyes off Dylan for the first time in several minutes and back to Ben who was now trying to guide his hand up into my exposed cleavage. I allowed him to creep up my body, his other hand wrapping itself around my lower back and pushing me closer into him. I threw my arms around his neck to spite Dylan even further even though my victory was already established. Just as Ben was about to touch me over my shirt, he was suddenly and completely ripped away from my body.

With shock coursing through me, I looked up to see a fuming Dylan with his hand tight on the back of Ben’s shirt before tearing him out of the chair and tossing him to the floor. The stranger immediately groaned as a complaint, but Dylan's full attention was on me. My eyes were wide as they noticed his extremely dark and furious ones. The rage coming off of him was so strong, I felt nervous around him for the first time.

“What the fuck, man?!” Ben, suddenly, shouted. Quickly standing up from the floor and just as angry as Dylan. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!”

“I think I’m taking my girl back and leaving.” He simply answered, not bothering to even look at Ben.

“Your girl?” He scoffed. “The same one that was just shoving her tongue down my throat a few seconds ago?”

“Actually, you were the one that put the tongue in our kiss.” I pointed out, lifting my finger to wipe off the smudged lipstick on my face.

“No.” Dylan spoke up, responding Ben’s question and ignoring my comment. “The same girl that was shoving her bare ass in the air for me to fuck.”

If adrenaline wasn't already coursing through my veins, it certainly was now. My best friend extended his hand to me and I slipped mine into his, letting him pull me out of the chair. Ben’s tension-filled glare was staring the both of us down but being the polite woman I was, I slowly turned to him with a forced smile.

“Thank you for the drink.” I stated, feeling Dylan take his hand out of mine to wrap his arm around my waist in a protective manner. “I really appreciate it. It was nice meeting you.”

“W-Wait, what?” Ben shook his head in disbelief. “You’re leaving with him?! Baby, you’re really making the wrong choice here. I know I can treat you better than he can.”

“Goodbye, Ben.” I replied, noticing Dylan’s hand grip tighter into my waist.

“No, no goodbyes.” He refused, taking a step towards us and Dylan growling lowly. “Come back to my place with me. I can fuck you better than he can. I mean, look at him with that stupid baseball hat! He’s a Met’s fan! He’s just meant to be pathetic.”

“You little-” Dylan started to fight, but I simply placed a hand on his chest to stop his actions.

“Dyl, can you give me your wallet?” I asked, never taking my challenging eyes off of Ben.

Without saying anything, but as confused as ever, Dylan reached into the back pocket of his khakis and took out his wallet. Once I had it in my hands, I opened it up and grabbed the condom every guy always keeps just in case.

“Here.” I handed Ben the condom and his eyes raised in suspicion.

“Are you giving this for me to use on you?” He teased and I didn't even try to hide the laugh erupting from my chest.

“Absolutely not, it’s for you to put on your head. Since you're acting like such a dick, you might as well start dressing like one.”

And with that, I pulled a snickering Dylan out of the bar as we left a very shocked and angry Ben long behind.

The car ride back to Dylan's place was filled with unknown silence. The unknown part being I didn't know where his head was at. Dylan seemed in light spirits when we left the bar but now that we had this extended drive, the tension crept in like toxic gas. Although, I could have been imagining that. The occasional glances that I stole at him did little to calm my nerves. His expression was hard in nature, but not necessarily angry. But there was no real way of telling.

We stomped our way up the landings, reaching his floor and turning into his doorway. He jingled his keys around finding his house key, before pushing it into the lock and turning. The deadbolt made a loud clicking noise and he pushed opened the door, letting it swing open. He didn't move, gesturing with his arm for me to go in first. His face was still emotionless as I passed him and he barely even looked at me.

This was a different side of my best friend I hadn't seen before. I'd seen Dylan be many things before: mad, upset, anxiety ridden, but this was new territory for me and I didn't know what to think— let alone react. I tried to prepare myself for anything so when I heard the door close behind me, I tensed up waiting for whatever was coming.

I couldn't even find the courage in me to turn around and look at him as I felt Dylan take agonizingly slow steps towards me. The entire living room was silent apart from my heavy breathing that I didn't even know was occurring until this exact moment. Goosebumps rose on my skin and my entire body shivered the second Dylan's slim fingers lightly slid up my arm, leaving sparks in its wake. His own body pressed against mine, butterflies violently flying around in my stomach when he pushed my hair behind my neck and leaned his mouth towards my ear. His tempting lips brushing against it.

“Babe,” He began, his warm breath sending shivers on my neck. “Did you really think getting me jealous was a good idea?”

I nodded, not really knowing if the question was rhetorical but answering anyway. I couldn't help biting down on my lip when Dylan gently placed his on my skin and puckered it with a lingering kiss. I could feel the prickling of his light stubble on me and it felt insanely good.

“Hmm, well you shouldn't have.” He hummed, planting kisses on my neck in between sentences. “Do you want to know why?”

I nodded again and was surprised Dylan allowed me to answer a question like that for the second time in a row without forcing me to verbally respond.

“Because you’re seriously gonna regret it.” He stated, abruptly turning me around and shoving me up against the nearest wall. A few picture frames of his family that were hung up instantly fell down.

Lust immediately crashed down on me as I stared into his dark dilated pupils. Even though he was the one who started our little jealousy war, my curiosity was spiked in seeing Dylan's dominant side. The need to correct him was dimmed by my need to see what he was truly capable of. I allowed him to grab my wrists with one hand, lifting them over my head and pressing them flat against the wall. His hands were rough, squeezing tight on my wrists and I could only imagine the bruises I would have in the morning. But, there wasn't a single bone in my body that actually cared.

“You see these beautiful tits right here?” Dylan questioned, trailing his free hand up my stomach until it reached my breasts and squeezing one of them. “They’re both mine.”

I whimpered at his touch, but he just continued without acknowledging it. He moved his hand back down towards my core, pushing past the waistband of both my skirt and the elastic of my panties.

“You see this delicious pussy?” He asked, swiping his fingers along my folds, pulling a moan from my mouth. My panties getting increasingly more wet by the second. He swirled his digits over my clit, collecting some of my juices before pulling his hand back out of my bottoms. He slipped his finger into his mouth, savouring me with a content hum. “Also mine.”

“But, most importantly.” He growled, taking his finger out of his mouth. “These beautiful, plump lips of yours?” He leaned in close to me, his eyes flashing from my lips then back up again. He grabbed a hold of my chin, slowly caressed the bottom of my lip with his thumb. “No one will ever touch them because these lips belong to me.”

His lips crashed down on mine, hard and rough. My own lips maneuvered with his, as I struggled to move underneath his grip on my hands. I wanted desperately to touch him, to pull as close as our bodies would allow. Dylan and I were kissing, I was kissing my best friend. My head kept screaming that it was wrong, that I should stop. But his tongue made me delirious, lulling me softly into an electrifying bliss that I prayed never stopped.

He began kissing along my jaw and down my neck, pulling a deep ache from within my core. His mouth was delectable, smoothing over my skin.

“Let me touch you.” I panted breathlessly, attempting again to move my hands.

Dylan chuckled, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “Not a chance.”

He ran his tongue down my neck, before blowing softly down the wet line he'd just made. I shivered, a small whimper almost leaving my lips before I stopped myself. Dylan moved his head to look at me, raising his brows with a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. I drew one back at him challengingly, knowing the sounds I made are what Dylan craved most. From our last intimate encounter, he seemed to thrive off them; sometimes fucking me harder or moving his irresistible tongue faster to force more out of me.

He went back to work on my neck, this time nibbling on the skin there. I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to repel the spell that he was slowly putting on me. The nibbling quickly turned to sucking and there's nothing I wanted more in that moment than to cry out. His teeth sinking into me, left my thighs soaked from my own juices. I tried rubbing them together to settle the ache in between them, but Dylan suddenly shoved his leg in the middle and purposely kept them apart.

“I’m gonna need you to moan if you want any relief.” Dylan teased with another chuckle and I desperately wanted to yell at him. But, at the same time, I wanted to see just how far my best friend could go.

“I’m gonna need you to give me relief if you want any moans.” I challenged right back and he stopped biting to look me straight in the face with an impressed expression.

“What was that?” He questioned, giving me the chance to take back my retort.

“Simple.” I shrugged, choosing to keep my disobedience. “I’m gonna need you to touch me already, Dyl.”

“Oh, so you think you’re the one in charge here?” Dylan confronted, forcefully pushing his body closer to me. “I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking to.”

“And who am I talking to?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes playfully.

“The man who’s about to fuck you so hard and so rough, you’re going to be a shaking and crying mess begging me to stop in no time. But, guess what princess?” He questioned, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “I won’t stop until I’m satisfied.”

Before I could even protest or realize that I secretly loved his seductive threats, Dylan abruptly turned my body around and forced me back into the wall. He released his grip on my wrists but not without warning me to avoid removing its position unless I wanted to be punished and, as tempting as it sounded, I decided I’d follow his demands. My best friend’s hands raced down my arms and hips prior to landing on my short skirt and tearing it down my legs. The material pooled at my feet and he allowed me to kick them off before suddenly squeezing my ass with his rough hands. I tried to hold back my whimper, but failed when a small sound escaped my throat and Dylan chuckled darkly.

“Having a hard time hiding there?” He teased into my ear.

“Fuck. You.” I grunted, nudging him backwards by pushing out my ass slightly.

He chuckled, pushing himself against me before placing his hands on my hips. He rubbed them enticingly, as he slipped them down my front and brushed his hands over my panties. I shivered, it was becoming increasingly harder to not just let the impure sounds I was holding back out. I felt his stubble raking along my shoulder before his lips pressed against me. My whole body was brightened by his touch, but it was set on fire by his finger pressing into my panties against my clit.

I could feel my whole body shaking as my nail dug into the wall. I gasped, swallowing it immediately. Dylan smiled against my skin, knowing he’s winning. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, promising myself I wouldn’t make another noise again. I could resist him, I could win this.

“Oh baby, you're so wet.” His warm breath washing over me as he spoke.

I couldn't even respond, his fingers already circling around my clad bundle of nerves. My breathing was picking up, my eyes shut tight, and my will slowly dissipating. The whines and mewls I was forcing back were fighting their way out and I didn't have the will to stop them. This proved even more true when Dylan threw caution to the wind, snaking his hands inside my panties and making complete unrestricted contact with my clit. I cried out instantly and it honestly felt so good.

“That's my girl.” He growled, working his fingers quicker than before.

I relented as a fire began licking in my belly. His mouth moved along my neck and onto my shoulder going back and forth while his finger flicked vigorously at my clit. I let every vulgar moan I’d been holding back out, not caring who heard. And Dylan would sometimes moan himself in reaction to mine and the hums from his voice would vibrate throughout my entire body, only waking the fire even further.

I opened my legs more for him and he took the new angle as an opportunity to push a slim finger into my entrance, his thumb taking over the tempting position on my clit. My cheek was flat against the wall and I allowed Dylan to give me all of the pleasure he damn pleased. His other hand moved up to my blouse and ripped it apart completely, my mind too focused on the delicious movements of his pumping finger to really care.

“Lower your hands to your sides.” Dylan commanded, his voice raspy.

I did exactly as he instructed and bit down on my lip when he took off my shirt than unclasped my bra, allowing it to slip down my arms. There was always something extremely sexy and exciting about being entirely vulnerable with someone as you stand in front of them completely naked and this time was no different. Dylan’s free hand was already squeezing and kneading my breast as the other increased its finger’s pace inside of me. He returned his kisses on my heated and tingling neck, the different sources of pleasure overwhelming me. I was well aware I wouldn’t be lasting very long before falling off the edge for the first time in long time with Dylan and it made me think about our last encounter. If Dylan was able to make me cum three times without even really trying last time, I wonder how many orgasms he’ll be giving me this time. His words from earlier suddenly hit me and repeatedly rung in my ears, my body not knowing if it should be concerned or ready for him.

I won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

At that exact moment, Dylan added another finger into my cunt and the second he pressed his tips against my tight walls, I was a lost woman. Every single joint in my body stiffened but he didn’t dare stop his assaults there, only making my orgasm even more powerful. The throaty moan that fell from my dry throat was precisely what Dylan lusted to hear this entire time as a river of pleasure within a strong fire flooded every single cell, tissue, vein, and surface of skin throughout my body. To come back down from my first high of the night was an actual bummer since I already craved more, but by the insatiable look on Dylan’s face seen from the corner of my eye— I could tell many more would soon be coming.

He pulled his hand out of me, setting each one of his fingers in his mouth and sucking every last drop of cum on them. I almost came again at the sight, his mouth was so fucking beautiful and all I wanted was it calling out my name. Completely out of breath, I turned around to face him. He had just finished pulling the second finger out of his mouth and smirked at me. I squeezed my thighs together to settle the ache that was forming there once again. Dylan's eyes roamed over my naked body, following every curve of me.

Normally I would have been self conscious, but I was doing the same thing. My eyes traveled over his clothed body, recalling from memory what it looked like underneath all that material. When I got to his belt, my mouth went dry. I instantly recalled vividly his length and what he felt like in mouth. I bit down hard on my lip, containing the whimper I almost let out. I wanted to taste him again. I wanted that bitter salty taste of his precum on my tongue.

I was lowering myself to my knees before I realized what I was doing. I felt his eyes on me, watching as I unlooped his belt out of the buckle and began unbuttoning his khakis. He sighed, when I pulled down his zipper. His cock being freed just a little from its confinements. I sunk my fingers into his pants and pulled them off of his hips until they pooled at his feet, his belt clanking against the hardwood floor. I looked up at him before touching his boxers, his eyes were dark and his mouth was in a perfect O shape. I flashed him a small smile, before pulling down his boxers too.

He growled as my smooth hands ran lightly along his dick, down to his balls and back. He felt so good in my hands, stiff and long, making my core wetter. He didn't rush me, even though I knew he was as eager as I was to have him in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, slowly stroking him. Another luscious sigh tumbled from his mouth as I began my torturous motion on him. He held his shirt up with one hand, while the other found its way into my hair. He pulled lightly on my roots as I smoothed my finger over his slit where some precum had accumulated.

“Let me feel that throat already.” He almost whined.

I smiled as I opened and guided him into my mouth. His grip on my hair tightened as he groaned a beautiful noise. I closed my mouth around him and hollowed my cheeks, rewarded with another one. Neither sound compared to the one he let out when I began moving. It produced goosebumps all along my naked body, his eyes screwed shut and his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip. It wasn't long before I felt him moving to his own rhythm into my mouth and I let him take over, grabbing onto his thighs for balance.

He guided my head as his hips thrusted forward into my mouth. He was going deep, tapping further and further into my throat as he went. The few times I gagged around him, he let out the most carnal moan anyone could ever make. I hummed every time I heard him swear, the profanities only further confirming my suspicions, he may be fucking my mouth but I was fucking him up. It was seconds later that I felt his cock twitch and I knew he was close. Too close apparently, because right after that he pulled out, breathing heavily. His hands were still in my hair, holding me away from him as he stared down at me with lustful eyes.

“Oh, no you fucking don’t.” He said, his voice gravelly in nature. “I'm in fucking control.”

He kicked off his khakis and boxers and in one swift motion scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I squealed with laughter as he walked me across the room until we reached the couch and he set me down on the back of it. I balanced my ass on the edge as Dylan leaned in close to me. His eyes ran over my face, paying special attention to my lips. I too leaned in, hoping to catch his lips with mine. But as soon as I did, he pulled back slightly, a smile spreading on his face.

“Who's in charge, baby?” He teased, closing in on me again. His lips ghosting over mine.

“You are.” I whispered, closing my eyes expectantly.

He chuckled and I could feel his open mouth almost over mine as he did. But instead of the kiss I was awaiting, Dylan pushed me back softly so my head hit the seat cushion of the couch. I frowned as I lie there laying awkwardly upside. My face was met with a hard cock and I looked up too see Dylan standing over me. He had the usual cocky grin on his face, but this time adding to his dark pupils was a hint of mischief. I furrowed my brows at him, wondering what he had in store for me this time.

He moved past my face, climbing on the couch and positioning his in front of my sex. I couldn't see what he was doing, but my pussy and I both knew that we were in for it. When his tongue slid across my clit, I couldn't help but cry out. I was still so sensitive and even a soft swipe of his tongue could have me falling apart in seconds. I tried pressing my legs together but he pushed my legs open, forcing to endure the assault his tongue was about to place on me.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered, the command taking me by surprise.

Nervous about the possible punishment I could receive if I went against him, I did as he commanded and opened my mouth. Just as my body shuddered when his lips wrapped around my clit and gently sucked, Dylan pushed his cock into my mouth. I immediately moaned in reaction and he whimpered at the feeling of the vibrations around him. Last time we had sex, Dylan surprised me with his impressive stamina and this time he’s surprising me with how damn kinky he actually is. Never in my life would I have imagined that my best friend was into the 69 position, but here we are doing it. I hadn’t tried it before this moment but as we both pleasure each other with our mouths at the same time, I realize it’s already one of my new favorites.

As his lips sucked my clit, the sharp edge of his tongue would flicker my nub which made it increasingly hard to stay focused on giving him his share of pleasure. I was thankful that I didn’t need to bob my head since Dylan chose to fuck my mouth instead, but I did have to keep a certain pace as I massaged his balls. Soon enough, he was a moaning mess against my heat as well.

My hands flew up to his thighs for stability and I didn’t mind the uncomfortable feeling of his tip hitting the back of my throat making me gag. I welcomed it just to be able to hear the way his throat constantly moaned and growled. I, myself, couldn’t hold back the way he made my body feel. His slim finger was back into the game, quickly pumping in and out of me. The both of us were messes in each other’s hands and in a matter of minutes, our bodies couldn’t take it anymore.

He was the first to cum, his twitching cock shooting his hot load down my throat. The salty taste dancing in my palate before my own release arrived. A shameless mewl escaped my throat as my entire body shook with my orgasm.

The only sound that was heard in the empty room was the panting and hard breathing our chests made at the same time that we slowly relaxed again. Dylan pulled his sex out of my mouth and I winced when he took his mouth away from mine. He licked all of my juices off of his lips, standing back up in front of me. I watched him take off his shirt, my body still hazy, before he kneeled down. With a sly smirk on his face, Dylan leaned down and kissed me deeply.

“You can handle more, right?” He breathed and I almost didn’t believe his question.

“What?!” I exclaimed. “Dyl, you can’t be serious!”

Dylan grabbed my thighs and brought my legs down to the couch, now laying my body flat out on the seat. He hovered over me, his face only inches from mine.

“I know you can, babe.” He encouraged. “Just one more, okay?”

“O-Okay.” I nodded, my voice unstable. I was unbelievably overwhelmed already as it is, but I also knew that I could handle just one more for him. For my best friend, Dylan.

He smiled at my response and brought his hand down to his shaft quickly pumping before attaching his lips to my breasts. Even though I had no strength, my own hands flew up and tossed his Mets’ hat to the side so I could run my fingers through his soft hair. I tried pulling his head up towards me, but he was too focused on biting my nipple to notice.

“Dylan,” I called and he hummed in response. “Kiss me.”

His eyes instantly snapped up to look at me and, without another sound, Dylan removed his lips from my breast to attach them to my own in a passionate kiss. He slightly moaned into my mouth, taking his hand off of his erection. Dylan positioned himself in front of my entrance before pushing in, both of us groaning at the delicious feeling.

He continued to kiss me as he slowly drove into me over and over. I wrapped my arm around his neck, pushing him down further to meet me. Our tongues rolled over each other sloppily, but fuck it was intense. His thick cock filled me beautifully, pulling almost pornographic moans out of me that Dylan swallowed. My skin began heating up and the spring in my lower abdomen began winding. I was going to come again, I knew it and I pulled out of the kiss trying to catch my breath.

“You gonna cum already, beautiful?” He teased, feeling my walls close in around him.

I could barely answer him as I felt him moving in me, his hisses and grunts mixing with my whimpers and moans laced with the slow but relentless smacking of skin on skin blended to create a hypnotic symphony of sounds that alone could make me orgasm. Although that was tempting, it was Dylan's lips meeting mine again that sent me over. I was writhing under him as my walls tightened, my vision spotting from the overwhelming feeling my climax had over me.

He never stopped, not for one second. His thrusts were constantly coming down on me even after my pleasure had ended. I was weak, my body exhausted from the amount of coming it had done today. I barely comprehended his lips were on mine still until he pulled away. He pulled himself up fully, holding on to the arm rest above my head for leverage as he stared down at my body greedily.

My whole body was sensitive, the feeling of his cock inside almost too much as it was, but just as I was about to tell him I really couldn't take anymore, something happened. That familiar feeling of the spring inside me coiling again, burning in my belly. Suddenly, nothing was too sensitive anymore, it only fueled my body.

“One more?” Dylan grunted, moving his hand swiftly to my hips.

“One. Fucking. More.” I cried.

He ceased his slow demeanour and began picking up the pace. His hips slamming into mine as he drove deep into me, lending me little mercy. At times I could feel my body screaming from the over stimulation, but it was that same feeling that was pushing me harder and harder to cum.

“Dylan.” I whined in warning.

He revelled in me calling out his name, squeezing my hips tighter with his eyes snapped shut and his head thrown backwards. He looked in complete euphoria, like he'd fuck me for the rest of his life if he could just because he loved how I felt around him.

“Will you swallow my cum?” He groaned, the request sending a new bolt of electricity through my body.

“Make me cum first and you can put yours wherever you want.” I mewled, already feeling the spring ready to snap.

“Fuck.” He swore, grabbing a fist full of my hair.

He bent down slightly, before pulling me forward to meet him until our foreheads touched. The new angle was rousing, making me cry out. Dylan's breath blew in my face, intoxicating me. And all these sensations mixed to finally send me flying over the edge, screaming. Dylan crashed his lips down on mine as I jerked and thrashed under him, my final orgasm of the night pulling every last ounce of energy I had left.

My body went limp fractionally and Dylan pulled back releasing the hold on my lips. “Let me see that mouth, I'm gonna cum.”

He pulled out of me quickly, positioning himself to the level of my mouth as I opened it and the strings of white hot cum poured into my mouth. My eyes fluttered shut as I took in the whole load, savouring the salty sweet taste of him. He let out the most lewd sounds as he pumped the last of his cum into my mouth.

Dylan and I sat staring at a blank TV screen a few minutes later. He'd since redressed himself, now clad in his boxers and graciously given me his previously discarded shirt to cover myself with. The silence wasn’t exactly awkward, but it wasn’t peaceful either. Dylan and I had just fucked… again and this time it couldn't be passed off as two friends that were a little too high. This time was different.

If it weren't for the exhaustion, I would be trying to piece it all together in an attempt to figure it out. But, I was just fucked to the point that every inch on my body was buzzing and I couldn't be bothered. So, there we sat saying nothing.

It went on like this until Dylan decided to break the silence. “We have to like date now, don't we?”

I laughed despite myself, wondering what on earth had given him that idea.

“Dylan, what?” I turned my head to smile at him.

“Well we fucked once and it was fine, like it was a fluke that would never happen again. But then at the bar when I saw you with that guy, something came over me. Like, I wanted to pound his face in for even looking at what's mine.”

The confession was so abrupt, I didn't have an adequate response for it. I couldn’t deny that I was jealous too at the bar, seeing him with another girl made me angry on another level. But, rushing into an actual real relationship seemed far too drastic.

“Or,” I suggested catching his attention. He looked over at me, eyes full of curiosity. “We could be best friends.”

“But, we are best friends.” He countered.

“Yes, so why change that?”

He considered this, mulling the idea over thoughtfully. “But, what if we fuck again?”

“Then we fuck again.” I shrugged, a smile peeking at my lips at the thought.

“What if I— or we get jealous?”

“So, we get jealous. I don't see the need to complicate things. We fuck, we get high, we hang out.” I told him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “We're best friends.”

“Best friends.” He agreed, pulling me in for a hug. I returned it, wrapping my arms around him and relaxing.

We pulled away, both of us slouching back into the couch. The atmosphere had all but cleared of the previous tension and it was just him and I again. He leaned over to the end table, fumbling around with something before returning with a joint between his fingers. He raised it up to me as an offering and I smiled giving him a small nodd. He lit it, taking in a puff for himself before passing it over to me. I took it gladly, settling into the cushions as he clicked on the TV. My entire mind and body relaxed as I placed the blunt in between my lips and inhaled its deliciously intoxicating fumes, the TV screen playing colorful cartoons in front of Dylan and I.

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captain-swan-coffee · 8 years ago

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When you combine alcohol, date night, and a hot tub it’s bound to make a pretty damn good night.

Hello Oncers! I can’t believe it’s almost Sunday! I’m so hyped for the season finale! I know there has been some controversy about the season seven renewal, but I for one am excited for what the future hold. I know that this incredible fandom will always be here and I for one will still be writing fic and so will many others! This fandom will stay alive in the stories we continue to tell. I hope you enjoy this new addition to my Captain Swan Coffee collection of one shots. This is dedicated to @deathbycaptainswan for her birthday! Go find her on tumblr and give her some love! I hope you have the best day my fellow Oncer! Eat cake and be merry!

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