#mmm i wanna lick the drip of rain off his nose

[papimolina]

Wet Daddy

[bby-d1p]

420🍃🕳️

G“So who’s going to go get it?“ Lamelo asked for the literal eight time since we’ve gotten in the car. It was me,Melo and don. “LaMelo if you ask that dumbass question one more time imma put you out my car“ Don yelled gripping the steering wheel.”My bad damn” Melo laid in my lap and started to play with my fingers; specifically my index finger that had Loyalty on it. As a birthday gift for my 18th he wanted us to get matching tatts.”Don is getting the weed ok stop smoking you’re already slow enough“ I whispered in his ear. We hot boxed earlier but melo dropped the blunt in a pile of mud since it had rained. (a/n we woulda had to box ong)

We pulled up to don’s plug I’m guessing; the house wasn’t to shabby, we were on the east side NOLA so its not all glammed up like the west side.The bright green roof and windows didn’t compliment the sore orange and tan panel on the outside. It’s a two maybe three story house. A brolic walked out the house.He had on a black wife beater(a/n we hit women jkjkjk), grey sweats and some ugly ass green shell toe Adidas. Don pulled at least 50 dollars out of his bag. He closed the door of his black and grey Cullinan almost busting his ass on the wet ground causing melo and I to screech. I felt a cold hand trickle up my thigh.”You he gon be gone for like 15 minutes” Melo whispered in my ear. “Um no he’s not“ I smiled as don got back in the car. “dammit“ melo mumbled.Nigga feenin for some cat.

-------------------------------------------------------

 Don started to hand melo the bag. “Mel- nevermind April you rolling ion got time for my shit getting dropped again“ Don handed me the iridescent bag with two big cookies and what looked like enough to foll 4 fat blunts.They cut their eyes at each other. ”How much did this cost“ I said with an astonished look on my face. “Like 45$“ he shrugged so did I not bad. These cookies are big as hell. I began to grind the substance through my fingers into the pineapple Game wrap.I felt a flash go off from beside me and then got a snap notification. Melo captioned the video; Her focused face😭😍. 

“I don’t make a face when I’m focused” I rolled my eyes as I sparked my blunt  close to my lips. “Um not I get to hit it first“ Don attempted to take the blunt from me. “I rolled every one their own. It’s enough to roll at least three more blunts“ I handed don and melo their blunts. “AP shotgun me” Melo called my by the nickname he gave me sparking his blunt as wel. 

Apparently he thinks calling me a piece jewelry of  is cute.He took a puff blowing out the cloud of white smoke. “Okay“ I smiled scooting closer to him. “Yea no if yall gon be on this shit I’m finna call Aiesha. Yall be TOO horny when you get high “By the time he finished his sentence I was already in Melo’s lap puffing out smoke as he rubbed my thigh with his free hand. I jerked my head back and Melo made a face. “Everyone most likely wants to fuck me. So I assume everyone wants to fuck me even more because who doesn’t like to fuck after we’ve smoke three blunts?” LaMelo and I said simultaneously and laughed. 

“You ready“ Lamelo licked his lips damn he’s so fine when he’s high.”Yea“ I took a puff before blowing the white smoke in his mouth. Just to be a dick he blew the smoke through his nose. I wanna know how to do that but he won’t teach me. “Why“ I made a pouty face. “Because I’m cooler than you“ He chuckled hitting his head on the head rest.”hey y'all” Aisha greeted up through slurs she is high as fuck.We all spoke”im cooler in the bedroom though.” I whispered in his ear running my fingers down his waves and grinding on his lap just to be a tease.I felt him grow and smirked.Don already smoke half his blunt “Don how yo shit half gone already?” I laughed hysterically shit is so much funnier when you’re high.

“BROOO I WANT SOME NAGOMI” I yelled getting off his lap making him cut his eyes at me.”Omg yess bitch yesssss” Aiesha did a little twerk in her seat causing me to slap her ass.”Melo put on yo seatbelt” I tapped his shoulder.”I don’t want to”Lamelo shrugged. “Don’t be feeling on my girl nigga” Don bucked at me starting the car, and just to be petty, of course i blew her a kiss. She pretended to catch an put it on her lips making Don break check us. “GOT DAMN NIGGA” Melo yelled rubbing his forehead because he hit it on the back of Aiesha’s seat.”I said put on your seatbelt” I nicked his neck.

After getting our foo he headed to 

“Stop fucking touching my CRawfISh“ Melo’s voice crack as I took another piece of crawfish from his plate snickering hysterically. “yo who ate my cookies?“ Don said with annoyance in his voice.Aisha,Melo and I looked at each other for like two seconds and busted out laughing. “yall not smoking with me no more“ he kissed Aisha’s lips. “If I wanted to I could take you bitch.” I spoke honestly while LaMelo screech hysterically.”Ahh my nigga she just PLAYED THE FUCK OUTTA YOU“ Aisha began laughing at lamelo.”lets not forget who dropped our blunt bitch“ he shot back at melo making him stop laughing. “Yea bitch shut up“ I picked with Lamelo. He got a tight grip on my neck. “You better stop talking out of turn before you’re not able to talk at all.” He growled. “okay“ I said trying to front but I am DRIPPING okay.”I’ma bout to go to the bathroom that crawfish ran through me” Lamelo disgustedly announced. 

” now that melo left; man I’ll bet you five hundred you can’t even make my girl wet” Don flicked his blunt in an ashtray. “You for real?“ Aisha and I asked at the same time. “On my soul“ He patted his chest, “Bet“ was all I said before Aisha climbed on my lap after I motion her over. Because I always win bets I started to kiss down her neck making her grind her his on my lap. “I don’t have a dick what are you grinding for?“ We busted out laughing. “My stomach hurt!“ Don wheezed. “Getting a factime call for Don Julio“ siri spoke. “Why are you facetiming me were in the same house“ I rolled my eyes.

 “Back to what you were doing I want my five hundred“ Don commanded. “Or yo just wanna watch free porn buut since I’m getting five hundred why not.“ I smirked deviously as I grabbed Aisha’s neck putting my tongue in her mouth. “MMM“ She groaned into the kiss as I felt on her ass.I started to slide my hands in the back of her pants. “If we go that far imma steal you from melo. now if you’ll excuse me; I have to go change my underwear.” She ran off  my lap and upstairs. “Bro here“ Don plopped a stack of money on the table with an attitude. “thank you“ I said as Aisha came back downstairs.“ Yo the moon landing is fake and I know you was getting ya freak on with Aisha and I ain’t mad about it” Lamelo yelled coming back from the bathroom giving me props and sounding dumb as fuck. “How?“ Don grew intrigued. “There was wind messing with the flag in the video but there are no trees or anything in space to create wind so what the fuck?“ he rubbed his waves, sitting back.”Oh shit I don’t know“ I scratched my head. 

[inu-jiru]

Tomoe, The Eastern Tigress - Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen - Reunion

Tomoe lifted her head, the yell carried by the mountain winds forcing her from her slumber. She stood up, her ear tilting towards the shed’s broken windows. It sounded like a voice, though she couldn’t be sure. It was already fading away. Tomoe’s sudden movements woke the dogs around her, Ken being the first to sit up.

“Eh, Tomoe?” the Dane asked with a yawn. “What’s the matter?”

“I...thought I heard someone…” The bitch replied. “Someone yelling…”

“Enemies?” said GB quickly, looking outside the windows with a look of fear on his face.

“I dunno, but…” Tomoe began squeezing her way past the other dogs, making her way outside. Her comrades followed behind her. The blizzard had calmed down again, leaving only the still air. Tomoe lifted her muzzle and took a sniff. Dogs. She could smell other dogs. Her heart fluttering in excitement, she began rushing in the direction of the scent. “This way!”

“Oi, wait up, little sis!” Kagetora called after her.

Tomoe ran until she reached a ledge overlooking a basin that cut into the mountain. As her nose informed her, two dogs were walking along the snow-covered trail, a Great Pyrenees and a little Akita mix. The other Ohu soldiers joined her, following her gaze.

“Who are they…?” murmured Ken to no one in particular. “That big guy looks like hell…”

“We need to help them,” Weed declared. Without waiting another second, Weed barked to the dogs down below. “Hey! Down there! Are you two alright?”

Down below, Hiro and Reika both froze, Reika pressing herself into the larger male’s body. They looked up, seeing the Ohu Army watching them from high above. At first, Hiro snarled, preparing himself for some sort of altercation. Then he noticed the two youngsters and their uncanny resemblances to the Ohu leaders. Hiro widened his eye in surprise.

“They found us…” Reika whispered in terror. “They found us, Hiro…!”

“No, Reika. Look.”

Despite her fear, Reika forced herself to look up. Now, she, too, Weed and Tomoe. She gasped.

“They look like…” she began in awe.

“I know,” said Hiro. Lifting his head, the Great Pyrenees called up to the group. “The little lady could use a place to rest. Mind if we come up?”

Hiro and Reika settled down together on the shed’s floor. Though the Pyrenees tried to hide it, the cold was starting to get him. He shivered as frostbite began settling in his wounded skin. Reika pressed herself against him. Even with her small body; it was the least she could do to try and share some of her own body heat. Hiro felt a warmth in his cheeks. After flashing the bitch a grin, Hiro looked to the Ohu dogs, who’d all gotten up and made room. Sitting closest to them were Weed and Tomoe. The Shepherd bitch was fidgeting, her nostrils flared as two familiar scents clung to the pair.

“You two were with our parents…” said Tomoe in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.“Hougen’s base...we’re close, aren’t we?”

“Mmm…” replied Hiro, nodding slightly. “Some Ohu dogs snuck into Hougen’s ranks and helped us escape. Gin should be on the western path. We were all meant to rendezvous in Shiga.”

“Ah,” Ken said, perking. “To Big Brother’s territory, no doubt. Weed, Tomoe, this is perfect. You’ll be able to meet Gin and John in no time!”

“John…” murmured Reika. She lowered her head, her eyes darkening. Hiro, too, had a dark expression. Tomoe felt her heart begin to race.

“My Dad IS on his way to Shiga, right…?” asked Tomoe. The fear was clear in her voice. Dogs behind her shared worried glances.

“...He stayed behind so that we could escape,” Hiro admitted. He lowered his head, his teeth biting into his lower lip and drawing blood. “He promised that he wouldn’t die, but--”

“What!?” Immediately Tomoe stood up, her fur bristling. “Where is he!?”

“You aren’t thinking of going alone, are you, Tomoe?” asked GB nervously. “What if that guy’s already…?”

“Shut up…!” The Shepherd bitch turned to glare at the Setter, her eyes blazing with rage, but also glossy with tears. “I’m not gonna let my dad die!”

“West…” Hiro panted. He began lying down as the frostbite began taking its toll. “Go back west and you’ll find him and some allies. There’s still time to...to…”

Hiro trailed off, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The dogs around him gasped. Reika threw her forelegs around Hiro’s shoulders, shaking him frantically.

“Hiro…!” she cried. “Hiro! Wake up!”

“He needs warmth,” Jerome instructed. He turned to the other dogs. “Quickly, before his frostbite gets worse.”

Tomoe stood where she was, feeling her comrades brushing past her as they rushed to Hiro’s aid, throwing their bodies over him and licking at his wounds. Ken and Kagetora paused beside her.

“If you wanna go,” Kagetora barked. “We’ll come with you.”

“Mmm.” The bitch nodded. “Come on; we need to hurry.” Nodding, the two males began following Tomoe outside. As Hiro had told them, they headed west, following the path he and Reika had taken before. Tomoe took the lead, pushing herself as far as she could go. Under no circumstances would she allow her father to die. She’d never forgive herself if she did.

“John…” Tommy choked, coughing blood and bile onto the snow. He was seconds away from death; the nearby Rossi had already slipped away from his injuries. John, still unable to escape the many sets of fangs, could just barely crane his head towards the Kishu. “It was an honor...fighting alongside you…! Please...live on for us…!”

“Don’t give up!” John pleaded. “Hang on, goddamn it! We can still win this!”

“You’re not winning shit!” Matsu declared, bringing his paw down on Tommy’s head. He pressed his muzzle into the snow, blocking his nostrils. Tommy squirmed and squirmed, but, alas, he’d lost all of his strength. John could only watch, horrified, as the Kishu was slowly suffocated.

“Let him go!” John bit at a dog’s leg, his rage and grief building with each passing second. “You goddamned bastards!”

“Release him!” added a new voice. Everyone paused; even John’s eyes had to wander in search of the new arrival at the scene. Suddenly, Hook appeared, barreling into Matsu and knocking him away from Tommy. The Husky crashed into his allies, landing in a heap of fur. Free to breathe, Tommy just barely managed to lift his head.

“Hook…” the Kishu whispered with a weak smile. The Labrador mix looked down at him, his gaze gentle.

“You did great, Tommy,” replied Hook. “Leave the rest of this to us now.” Hook looked towards John next. “General! This is your chance!”

John, shaking himself from his shock, realized the grip of the other dogs had loosened due to their surprise. A new fire sparked inside of the Shepherd, and with a triumphant shout, John pushed himself up. He pushed the unsuspecting grunts away and joined Hook’s side, licking his chops.

“Thanks, youngster,” said John. “I owe you one.”

“We can finish this,” Hook said, though the slight shake in his voice made it clear that he was trying to convince himself rather than John. “Even if it’s just the two of us, we can win.”

“Mmm,” John nodded. “That’s the spirit.”

“Grrr!” Matsu had gotten to his paws and was now glaring daggers at Hook. “Another traitor? How many of you Ohu scum are hiding in Hougen’s army!?”

You won’t live long enough to find out, bastard,” John spat. Growling, he shot forward, his fangs locking on Matsu’s throat. Fueled by anger, John crushed the Husky’s throat in his jaws. Matsu was dead before he could even process what was happening to him. Holding tightly onto Matsu’s body, John began using it as a club, of sorts, delivering blows to Hougen’s followers while being able to keep some distance. Hook, meanwhile, bit and clawed where he could, never staying still in one place long enough to be swarmed.

“Hrah!” a soldier shouted as he leapt at John’s torn flank. He bit at it, sending another wave of pain through the Shepherd’s body.

“Gah!” John yowled, dripping Matsu’s corpse. His neck was now exposed, and dogs leapt at it, using their combined weight to force John down again, this time, onto his back. Hook paused, glancing over at the general in alarm.

“Sir…!” The Labrador mix prepared to rush over and help, but was stopped by John’s fierce bark.

“Don’t come over here! They’ll swarm you, too, like the cowards they are! Keep your distance, damnit!”

Hook gritted his teeth as he could hear more wounds being torn into John’s body. Even as the Shepherd kicked and bit at his enemies, his blood was still being spilled. Doubts began entering Hook’s mind, even as he continued desperately to avoid the jaws of enemy dogs. Was this all for naught? Were they just delaying the inevitable? With each dog they killed, a new one took their place. John was down, and he...he couldn’t keep dodging forever…

“Gyah!” Hook suddenly cried, his paw sinking into a particularly deep pocket of snow. He stumbled, tumbling over himself before lying flat and in a daze. The dogs chasing him sneered. Luck was on their side once again. Together, they jumped, prepared to kill.

“DAD!”

John froze. He felt the dogs attacking him pause at the sudden shout. That voice…! Craning his neck as best as he could, he could see a familiar cyclone-like figure just above the battleground: the Retsu Genmu-Battōga. Hougen’s dogs cried in fear; none of them had ever seen such a technique. It sucked them in one by one, penetrating their bodies with several deep, penetrating wounds. Dead bodies rained from the sky, forcing the remaining soldiers to back off in fear. They weren’t safe, however, for soon, they were also attacked. The Ran Daryushin-Battōga slithered from dog to dog, ripping out throats left and right. The Geki Sentsūhi-Battōga smashed skulls and exploded hearts. John sat up, looking around in awe. It was just as he thought; Tomoe, Ken and Kagetora were here.

“Those attacks…” Hook said in awe, watching as most of the remaining soldiers were cut down in a matter of seconds. Only 5 or 6 of Hougen’s dogs remained, and after what they’d witnessed, it was suicide to continue fighting. With terrified yelps, the soldiers turned and ran away. Kagetora looked after them, his lips curled back into a cocky grin.

“Oi, oi!” he called. “Leavin’ already! We were just gettin’ started!” Ken. meanwhile, padded to Hook’s side, helping the male to his paws.

“You alright?” the Dane asked.

“Yeah, I am,” replied Hook. He glanced toward Tomoe and John. The younger bitch had landed, catching her breath. The run from the shed, combined with her technique, had taken a bit out of her. The blood of her enemies dripped from her maw; she was too tired to lick it away just yet. “That’s…?”

“Mmm,” Ken confirmed, nodding. “Tomoe, John’s daughter. She’s come all this way to rescue him.”

“Tomoe…” said John gently, gazing towards his daughter. The bitch turned to face him, her eyes turning soft. For eight months, she’d only been able to see her father in her dreams and memories. But there he was now, a bit worse for wear, but alive. She padded up to him, hesitating for a moment, as if fearing he’d vanish from her sight the second she tried to touch him. With a loving smile, John lowered his muzzle, licking Tomoe’s head. Immediately, the young bitch’s tail started to wag rapidly. Tomoe buried her head beneath John’s chin, nuzzling him.

“Dad…” Tomoe cooed. She could feel fresh tears stream down her cheeks. She looked up at the older male, smiling widely. “I missed you so much…”

“I missed you too, kiddo.” John nuzzled Tomoe back, unable to hold back a tear of his own. Despite his brash and cocky nature, he had his affectionate moments. The same could be said for Tomoe. Neither Ken, Kagetora, nor Hook dared to interrupt the long awaited reunion. “I’m sorry you had to come out here. We really should’ve come back sooner, but that Hougen bastard…”

“We’ll take care of that guy soon enough,” promised Tomoe, her brow furrowing in determination. “But right now, we need to go to Shuga, like Uncle Gin said.”

“You know about that? Ah, you must’ve met Hiro and Reika.”

“Mmm.” Tomoe nodded. “We have some shelter not far from here. There’s...not much of Ohu left, though.” John’s smile slipped a bit. Nearby, both Ken and Kagetora’s ears fell as they remembered Kaibutsu’s dreadful reign.

“...What happened?” asked John.

“Some experiment the humans created: Kaibutsu. The bastard took over Gajou six months ago and killed almost everyone. The fucker even took my ear.” Tomoe turned her head slightly to show off her wound. John stepped back. During his moment of joy, he hadn’t even realized that Tomoe had been injured. A second later, he was snarling.

“If that bastard’s still there,” he seethed. “I’ll rip him apart myself.”

“Don’t worry; that asshole’s dead. Everyone that was left helped take him out, including the older old guys.”

“And your mother?”

“She’s fine; that guy never got the chance to hurt her.” Tomoe paused, glancing over her shoulder back in the direction of Hougen’s base. “We shouldn’t stick around here anymore. We should head back to the shed. There’s so much more I’ve gotta tell you, Dad, but I’ll fill you in on the way there.”

“Mmm,” John nodded. He then looked around, catching the bodies of Lefty, Rossi and Tommy among the dead bodies. Tommy had quietly passed away during the battle due to his injuries. Frowning, John bowed his head and sighed. “There’s something we need to do, first…”

After Hiro’s temperature had been stabilized, everyone settled back down into their resting positions. It was then and only then the absence of Tomoe, Ken and Kagetora had been noticed. Jerome and Weed exited the shed, only seeing footprints leading towards the west.

“They had to have gone to find John,” Jerome grunted.

“Without the rest of us?” Weed spoke with an exasperated tone. “We could’ve helped…”

“Don’t forget; Tomoe isn’t like you, Weed.” The bridge of Jerome’s brow wrinkled as he mentioned the other Shepherd’s name. “She’s too rash for her own good and has a heart for battle. Ken and Kagetora are loyal to her; I’m not surprised they joined her.” He paused, his nose quivering as he picked up a scent on the wind. “Mmm. It seems like they’re coming back. They’re still a bit far away, but I can smell them.”

“You think they saved John?” asked Weed.

“Mmph...perhaps. I’ve seen all three of those dogs fight in battle. They’re all capable, especially Tomoe. My own feelings about her aside, I can’t imagine she’d come back without John.”

“I wish you two would get along…”

“I wish she’d act more like you.”

Weed didn’t respond. He wanted to say that Tomoe was her own person, even if he didn’t agree with everything she did or said. He wanted to say that he wasn’t anything special. Yet deep in his heart, he couldn’t help but agree with Jerome. He wasn’t sure why, but he just did.

Why couldn’t Tomoe be more like him?

[killmongerdreams]

often

summary: part two to shameless || nsfw || stripper!seb x reader

warnings: lowkey sub!seb, oral (f/m recieving), me ruining another weeknd song, a little bit more of shy!seb bc yes that needs to be a warning, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!), needy!seb

note: song mentioned is often by the weeknd. you all asked for part two so here it is! hopefully this lives up to expectations! I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END THIS SO I APOLGIZE FOR THAT

MASTERLIST || SHAMELESS [PT 1]

“I want to make you come.” he whispers, “Let me make you come.”

Sebastian’s eyes were wide as he shyly peeked up at you from underneath his lashes, nibbling on his bottom lip as you shamelessly looked him over. You were silent as you stared, grinning when he started to squirm in place, blush traveling further down his toned chest. “Come here.” you beckon him forward with a single finger and he approaches you slowly, almost hesitating in his steps.

Sebastian gently rests his hands on your waist, fingers trembling against your flesh. You curl a hand around the back of his neck while you set the other one down on his shoulder, yanking him down for a messy kiss. A quiet little moan slips past his lips when they touch yours, low and needy. He lets you lead, happily taking what you give him, matching your tongue stroke for stroke.

“Oh fuck yes,” he keens when you pull harshly at his hair, gripping your waist tighter as his hips buck into yours. “Pull harder. Please.”

“Someone like it when it hurts?” Sebastian whines as you tug as hard as you can, dragging his head back. The movement exposes his throat, and you lean down, sucking and nipping at his pulse point roughly. He presses harder against you, cock swelling beneath the fabric of his jeans. He’s looking down at you with hooded eyes, pupils so blown out that the pretty blue-gray hue of his eyes is almost completely obscured. His mouth hangs open slightly, pink lips parted and so fucking tempting while he lets out little eager pants.

You take a couple steps away from him and a quiet, almost protestant, sound gets stuck his throat, eyebrows furrowing together. “W-what?” Sebastian’s head tilts to the side, looking very much like a confused puppy.

“Go sit on the couch, baby.” he obeys without a word, arms spread out across the back of it, thighs parted just enough for you to stand between them if you wanted to. He’s watching you with inquisitive eyes, wondering what your next move was going to be.

You look around the room for a moment, spotting a sound system in the corner. “That thing work?” you ask, pointing to it.

“It’s bluetooth.” he picks his phone up, unlocking it before handing it to you. “Pick something.”

“You sure do have a penchant for the Weeknd.” you note with a smile. He laughs, shrugging his shoulders. Scrolling quickly, you pick a song at random before setting his phone back down. Sebastian grins as the beat fades in, nodding his head in approval.

I usually love sleeping all alone This time around bring your friend with you But we ain't really going to sleep at all You ain't gonna catch me with them sneak pictures, sneak pictures  

“Good choice,” he murmurs.

“I always make good choices,” you settle yourself into his lap, deliberately brushing your ass against his hard on. It pulls a gasp from him, jaw clenching as he tries to swallow the moan that follows. He tilts his head down for a kiss, and you oblige, running a hand over his scruff-covered jaw.

“What do you want?” you ask him.

“I wanna get my mouth on you.”

In my city I'm a young God That pussy kill be so vicious My God white, he in my pocket He get me redder than the devil 'til I go nauseous

Sebastian ends up kneeling on the floor in front of you, hands hovering over the waistband of your jeans. He’s got that deer-in-the-headlights look again, ducking his head when you meet his eyes. “Take them off.”

He peels the fabric from your legs slowly, breath catching in his throat when he catches sight of the black lace of your panties. Dragging his lip between his teeth, he sighs, watching intently as you pull off your shirt and bra. “W-wow.”

“You like what you see, baby?” he nods quickly, fingers playing with the hem of your underwear. You lift your hips, and he slides them down with unsteady fingers. He spreads your thighs wide with a moan, eyes falling to the most intimate part of you.

“You’re d-dripping.” his voice is airy, nearly incredulous as he asks, “Did I do this?”

Ask me if I do this every day, I said, "Often." Ask how many times she rode the wave—"Not so often." Bitches down to do it either way, often Baby I can make that pussy rain, often

“This was all you, Sebastian.” he shivers as the use of his name, arms wrapping around your thighs. He presses sweet kisses around your hipbones, gently sucking a hickey onto your skin.

The first press of his tongue has the both of you exhaling a moan - yours high and breathy, his low and satisfied. His eyes fall shut as he licks into you, moaning hotly between every swirl of his tongue. He seemed to get off on the taste of you alone. You’re guiding his head with a hand laced through his hair, tugging and pulling him exactly how you want him. He’s pliant, putty in your hands, letting you get off the way you wanted to.

Sebastian pulls back to gulp in a noisy breath of air, your slick shining all over the bottom half of his face. He runs his tongue over his swollen, cherry red, mouth, looking like a rightful wanton whore as he gazes at you like you’ve hung the moon.

Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often

“Look at you, all fucked out and slutty and I haven’t even touched you,” your voice is reverent as you speak to him, watching as Sebastian nuzzles his head into the skin of your thigh and lavishes the skin with kisses. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

He honest to god mewls at the praise before he dips his head again, tongue working against you with a renewed vigor. He kitten licks at your clit firmly, sliding two fingers into you, fucking you hard and fast. It’s the roughest he’s been all night,and you revel in the feeling, bucking your hips against his hand and mouth. He draws a shout out of you as he curls his fingers, brushing against a spot that has your back arching off the couch. “Fuck,” you have to bite back a scream as he repeatedly presses that spot over and over again. Soon enough, your thighs are shaking around his head, drenching his face as you come.

He pulls back with a self-satisfied grin, eyes sparkling and gleeful.

Infatuated by the fame status She wanna ride inside the G-Class grey matic I come around, she leave that nigga like he ain't matter That girl been drinkin' all day, need to change bladder

“Stand up.”  Sebastian rises to his feet with a grace you knew you’d never be able to accomplish, looking down at you with a small smile curving at his lips. You lean up and curl your hands around both his pants and his boxers, pulling them both to sit around his knees. His cock bobs up against his stomach, flushed and leaking precome.

“Such a pretty cock,” you murmur. You don’t give him any time to respond before you’re taking him in your mouth. The loud, startled cry he lets out goes straight to your core. He’s vocal, whimpering and moaning loudly as you suck his cock.

You pay special attention to the head, swirling your tongue around it as your hand works him over. “Ah, ah, oh fuck,” his voice cracks when you suddenly take him all the way to the root, nose brushing against his pelvis. He’s shaking, standing on wobbly knees as he fights the urge to come.

She's just happy that the crew back in town She's 'bout to go downtown for a whole hour If I had her, you can have her, man it don't matter I'm never sour, I'm just smokin' somethin' much louder

“Stop!” he’s drawing ragged breaths, eyes closed as he tries to reign in his arousal. You let him be for a moment, kissing your way across his stomach and up his chest. He curls down into a kiss, tongue twisting against yours as he claims your mouth. There’s a frantic edge to the way he kisses you, hand fisting your hair.

He actually growls when you drag your nails down his chest, leaving four red raised lines in their wake. “Do that again.”

Ask me if I do this every day, I said, "Often." Ask how many times she rode the wave—"Not so often." Bitches down to do it either way, often Baby I can make that pussy rain, often 

The two of you lie on the couch, Sebastian on his back while you straddle his hips. You’re grinding your cunt back and forth over his cock as his hands clutch at your hips, grip tight enough to leave bruises.

“Fuck me,” he’s begging, voice hoarse and so, so sweet.”Fuck me, fuck me, please, please, please!”

“Shhhh, I’ve got you, baby,”

Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often

Sebastian’s eyes go wide when you make the first slide down his cock. He’s thick enough that it takes a moment for you to be fully seated against him. He’s patient, hands rubbing gently up your sides and over your breasts as you adjust.

“God, you feel so good,” you murmur.

Oh, the sun's risin' up The night's almost up The night's almost done But I see your eyes You wanna go again Girl, I'll go again Girl, I'll go again

You take him slowly to begin with, a smooth slide back and forth as he moans underneath you. Sebastian looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself, hips shaking and face flushing as he fights the urge to buck up into you. He lets you play with the tempo, voicing his approval when you start riding him roughly.

“Mmm, yes,” he moans, completely blissed out, “C’mon, please, fuck me harder.”

Ask me if I do this every day, I said, "Often." Ask how many times she rode the wave—"Not so often." Bitches down to do it either way, often Baby I can make that pussy rain, often

You’re riding him for all you’re worth, thighs burning with the effort. The sounds the two of you let out rival the volume of the stereo, washing out the dirty lyrics as the two of you fight to find your orgasms. He fucking up into you, hips slamming into the backs of your thighs hard enough to hurt.

Soon enough, you can feel that familiar feeling creeping up your spine, hot and so fucking good. “I’m gonna come.”

His fingers find your clit with ease, and it only takes a couple of circles before you’re coming, soaking his cock and stomach as he grapples at your hips for leverage. Now that you’ve found your end, he works almost violently to find his, all traces of that hesitant, shy boy nowhere to be found.

Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often

“Yes, yes, yes,”  he repeats the word over and over as his vision starts to white out, so close to tumbling over that edge into ecstasy. Obscene noises falls from his lips as he stills, spilling his come into you as his body trembles all over. He finds you smiling down at him when he comes to, cheeks heating up.

“Oh, no,” you shake your head, “you can’t get shy on me all of a sudden after after fucking me like that.”

TAGGING:

@retroasgardian​ @sanjariti​ @jurassicbarnes​ @mellifluous-melodramas​ @therealjamesbarnes​@imgettingmarriedtobuckybarnes​ @imsecretlyromanburki​ @papi-chulo-bucky​ @feelmyroarrrr​@sugardaddytonystark​ @plaidcat4815​ @waywardimpalawriter​ @thatawkwardtinyperson​@ursulaismymiddlename​ @persephone-is-here-omg​ @kindnesswins​ @plumfondler​ @thewinterswimmer​ @marvel-trash07​ @grande-and-thediamonds​ @kinky-barnes​ @uninspiredjedi​ @fandomlyawsome​

[andromeda---galaxy]

cosmic destiny

Philip stares out their window and watches the storm rage. He’s never seen it like this in New York and he’s not gonna say he’s scared. He’s not five years old, he’s not scared of the weather. But there’s a big crack of thunder and he stumbles back, directly into Lukas’s arms.

 “Stop standing right next to the window,” Lukas says into his ear. “I’m not having you electrified right in our own apartment!”

 Philip snorts, turning around to face him. “Yeah, like that’s possible. The lightning is just gonna pick me out of all of New York to just—”

 “Anything’s possible and nope, sorry, I’m not allowing it,” Lukas says, tugging him into the center of the room. He glares up at the window, looks at it incredulously. “The storm seems really weird, like New York storms are more serious than Tivoli storms.”

 “Yeah,” Philip says. “Sometimes it rained but every so often there was something like this. It’s pretty crazy.”

“Damn. Is Izzy still sleeping in the bedroom?” Lukas asks.

 “Yeah, living it up in our bed,” Philip says, laughing a little bit. “She doesn’t give two shits about the thunder. Fearless nutcase.” He watches Lukas smile, looking off towards the bedroom. Philip glances at the window, listens to the weird rolling sounds and watching the sky light up. “It’s getting worse and worse.”

 “I got the candles out just in case,” Lukas says, tugging on Philip’s belt loops.

 “Hopefully it won’t go—”

 And just like clockwork or some kind of cosmic destiny, their whole apartment buzzes and flickers, the two of them looking around and silently praying the lights will stay on. But they all go dead and Philip can hear the AC unit going too, until everything is an eerie kind of silent.

 "Shit,” Lukas says.

 They stand there for a couple more moments but nothing happens, and Philip can already feel the wet heat seeping inside.

 “Ugh,” he groans, resting his head on Lukas’s chest.

 Lukas cranes his neck to look out the window. “Looks like our block is out,” he says. “This ever happen to you when you were younger?” he asks, tentatively.

 “We lost power a lot for other reasons,” Philip says, remembering how many times it went out because the bills weren’t paid. Lukas rubs his back and kisses his forehead, like he can feel the tinge of pain in the memory and wants to soothe it away.

 “Well, maybe we need to eat everything out of the fridge?” Lukas asks, his eyes bright at the prospect.

 Philip snorts. “At least the ice cream for now,” he says.

 ~

 The storm just gets worse and Philip does admit, silently and in his head, that he might be a little afraid. It sounds like a weird war is being waged outside and he doesn’t like how it rattles the walls or lights up the sky with splintered spider-webs. It’s tainting his precious skyline. And the heat is absolute hell, the rain doing nothing to alleviate it. Their AC hasn’t gone out since they moved in here and every step he takes feels sticky and awful. He didn’t think he’d ever wish for snow but he’s wishing for it now. He knows he’ll be regretting those thoughts in about two months but right now he’d do anything to fall face first into a pile of snow, whether he breaks his nose or not.

 Both of them have stripped down to their boxers, that’s how bad it is, and they’re currently sitting on the floor in front of the couch eating out of a tub of cookies and cream ice cream that’s sitting between them. Izzy got up and shuffled in to look at them once, briefly making her way around the room before wandering back into the bedroom and promptly falling asleep again. She snores even louder than Lukas does.

 There’s three candles flickering in the room, one on the kitchen counter, two on the coffee table. Philip knows it’s gonna get even darker once it gets later, even though the storm is darkening the sky right now, making it look like it’s the middle of the night even though it’s one in the afternoon. The rain is streaming down the windows, and it looks like a goddamn flood out there.

 Lukas holds out his spoon towards Philip and Philip happily lets him feed him. Sometimes he’ll remember when Lukas would wipe bottles after Philip would drink from them before Lukas could too, and it makes his stomach twist a little bit now that he’d never even think of thinking that way. Jesus, the things he does with that mouth now.

 “It tastes better once it’s been in your mouth,” Philip tries, smirking at him.

 “You just like it because I’m mixing with the strawberry but you don’t wanna admit it,” Lukas says, holding the quart of strawberry between his knees.

 Philip licks his lips. “I’m not going to vocally condone that mixture,” he says.

 “Mmhm, you’ll just eat off my spoon and enjoy every minute of it,” Lukas says. He digs the aforementioned spoon into the cookies and cream, puts it in his mouth, and then dips the spoon into the strawberry and does the same.

 There’s a bead of sweat tracking down Philip’s neck and he sighs, reaching back and wiping it away. He feels like his face is getting red with heat and he doesn’t think he’s been this hot since they spent ten minutes in that sauna at the gym.

 “This is awful,” Philip says, shaking his head. “What did we do to deserve this?”

 “Aw, baby,” Lukas says, reaching over and smoothing some of Philip’s hair away from his forehead. He cups Philip’s cheek and Philip leans into it—he’s disgustingly hot but the heat coming off Lukas feels like something else, familiar and velvet and intimate. Philip sighs to himself, feeling Lukas track his thumb across his cheekbone. “I have an idea,” Lukas says. He pulls his hand away and Philip tries not to feel too sad about it when he watches him get up, putting the strawberry ice cream on the coffee table and walking over to the fridge.

 “Where’d you get that scratch on the back of your thigh?” Philip asks, brows furrowed.

 Lukas stops and looks over his shoulder, trying to reach back and touch it. “Bet you did that to me.”

 “No way,” Philip says. “You think?”

 Lukas walks into the kitchen and raises his eyebrows. “Really, Philip? You don’t see yourself when you get all hot and bothered.”

 Philip cocks his head. “I have no idea what that means.” He knows Lukas sends him to another plane of being, the way he touches him, the way he kisses him. Sometimes he knows he gets a little crazy, the love surging through his heart and going to his head. He doesn’t hold it against himself. Lukas is something else. Being in his capable hands would send anybody over the edge. Philip is just the lucky person that gets to experience him. Every bit of him.

 Lukas rustles around in the ice bin and takes a bowl out of the cabinet. He dumps a couple handfuls of ice into the bowl and closes the freezer, walking back over to Philip. “It’s really sexy, I should tape you sometime,” Lukas says, sitting down next to him, a little closer this time, shoving the cookies and cream away, too.

 The ice is already melting, but Philip is focused on Lukas. “As if you don’t get all crazy when you’re hot and bothered,” Philip says, quoting the words in the air.

 Lukas screws his face up, shaking his head. “No, I’m a very—I’m a very simple man, Philip.”

 Philip laughs, grinning. “Yeah, like you don’t start spouting your very own Lukas-having-sex poetry.” He puts on his Lukas voice, which also doubles as his girl voice. “Oh Philip, Jesus fuck, you’re like the sun on a cloudy day, you’re like everything good I’ve ever touched, like the gold at the end of a rainbow—”

 Lukas snorts. “Shut up,” he says, reaching over and gently pushing at Philip’s face.

 “You know it’s true,” Philip says. “I’m up for the sex tape just so we can capture some of those beautiful words.”

 Lukas clicks his tongue and takes one of the pieces of ice in his hand. He reaches out and slides it along the back of Philip’s neck. Philip’s eyes flutter closed and a shudder runs through him. “Feel good?” Lukas asks.

 “Mmm, yes,” Philip says, honing in on the sharp cold against the heat of his own skin. “Good idea.”

 “I’m smart sometimes,” Lukas says, taking another piece of ice and starting to rub it against Philip’s chest. “Despite the fact that you don’t like my sex poetry.”

 “I did not say I didn’t like it,” Philip says, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

 “Always jumping on the opportunity to mock me, Shea,” Lukas says.

 He keeps moving the ice across Philip’s skin. It feels so good that Philip moans a little bit, arching into his hand. The thunder bursts outside and Philip only jumps a little bit, too focused on Lukas’s hands. The ice is melting fast and it drips down Philip’s skin, a stream of cool water.

 “You like that?” Lukas asks.

 “There you go,” Philip says, smiling a little bit.

 “What?” Lukas exclaims, scooting closer. “I’m asking a question.”

 “In that sexy way you do,” Philip says, biting his lip when Lukas moves his hand back and forth.

 “I can’t help it if I’m naturally sexy,” Lukas says. The ice melts fast and Lukas moves the liquid around, thumbing over Philip’s nipples.

 Philip opens his eyes when the cube is completely gone, smiling and scooting closer to him. “You always—” And there’s a crash outside that shakes him to his core and shocks the words back into his throat and out of his head. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, a hand over his heart.

 “You don’t like big storms, huh?” Lukas asks, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “I don’t think I knew that about you.”

 “I mean, it’s just…startling,” Philip says, because no way is he saying out loud he’s scared of a little thunder. “Loud. Fucking up our goddamn power and AC.”

 “Don’t get mad at the poor thunder,” Lukas says, leaning in and kissing his neck. “I like it when you’re all sweaty.”

 Philip hums, sighing.

 “Don’t worry,” Lukas says, quiet. “I’ll protect you.”

 “What are you, Thor?” Philip asks. “You gonna keep the thunder at bay?”

 “That’s right,” Lukas says. “No thunder’s gonna touch my baby.”

 Philip smiles to himself. He looks down and sees the ice is nearly melted in the bowl, but he grabs the last full cube and presses it against Lukas’s collarbone.

 Lukas blows out a pinched sigh. “That’s cold,” he whispers.

 “Bad?” Philip asks, about to pull his hand away, but Lukas covers Philip’s hand with his own.

 “Good,” he says, closing the distance between them and bringing their mouths together. They kiss slowly, leisurely, Lukas’s breath catching when Philip lets the cube melt up close to his ear. “Mmm, c’mere,” Lukas whispers, tugging at Philip’s thigh. Philip lets Lukas manhandle him into his lap and he straddles him, never breaking the kiss. He spreads the water up and down Lukas’s neck, along his jawline and over his ear.

 Philip has his eyes closed and Lukas must dip his hand in the bowl of cold water, because suddenly he’s sliding his wet palm up and down Philip’s back. “You taste like ice cream and you’re wet and sweaty,” Lukas says. “Tell me if this is a dream. You usually tell me.”

 Philip smiles against his lips, grinding down against him. “You dream about me?”

 “Every goddamn night, baby,” Lukas says, slipping his hands down to cup Philip’s ass.

 For some reason Philip is surprised by this, even though his own dreams, when they’re good, usually revolve around Lukas. Lukas is his life, every waking moment of every single day, so his dreams are usually the two of them, either doing outrageous shit or just doing things like this. Being together. “What was last night?” he whispers.

 The flame from the candle is gleaming on Lukas’s face, warm and inviting. “We were on a Ferris wheel,” he says. “And you had this grocery bag and you kept, like—pulling out more and more shit. Like a full rotisserie chicken, a wine bottle, glasses, a cake—like a bottomless bag—”

 Philip laughs, kissing him again. “So not a sexy dream, considering I was being fat.”

 Lukas bites at Philip’s bottom lip. “Everything about you is sexy,” he whispers.

 Philip hums and nuzzles their noses together. Even now, even after all this time, it still thrills him how attracted Lukas is to him.

 “You’re so hot,” Lukas says, kissing his cheek. “In more than one way.”

 “I know,” Philip says. “We need more ice.”

 “God your lips are fucking…” Lukas shakes his head, not finishing his thought, and leans in to kiss him again, with more fervor. Philip chuckles a little bit, moaning when Lukas’s tongue slips into his mouth, Lukas’s arms tightening around him. Philip drives his hips forward a little bit and he can feel how hard Lukas is, can feel his breath hitching when the electric static builds between them.

 The rain only seems to get heavier outside, the thunder booming. Lukas turns them over so they’re lying down and he’s on top, his hands tenderly cradling Philip’s head so he doesn’t hit the wooden floor. He reaches up and yanks a blanket down off the couch, balling it up underneath Philip’s head.

 Philip’s heart is racing in his chest. It’s a little darker now and the candles wash them in orange glow. This feels more intimate than normal, strangely enough. Here in the dark, the rest of the world cut off and narrowed down to them. Lukas kisses Philip’s face all over, small butterfly kisses that make Philip laugh. He kisses down his neck and Philip groans when he breathes hot against already sweaty skin.

 “You look so nice in this light,” Philip says, tangling his hands in Lukas’s hair.

 “Softens up the sharp edges, huh?” Lukas says, grinning.

 The rain sounds almost soothing, not so much in a rage but in a rush of wind. A waterfall.

 “No, just,” Philip starts, wetting his lips. “You look like you’re mine.”

 Lukas stares at him for a minute, eyes tracing over his face. “Hope I always look like that,” he says.

 “You do, but—right now, in this lighting, here, on top of me…” Philip doesn’t know how to express himself, but it feels like the world is theirs. Like it all belongs to them.

 Lukas ruts down against him and Philip wishes they had a couple more candles. Lukas kisses the shell of his ear and licks the lobe, biting at the hinge of Philip’s jaw. “You think Iz will stay asleep?”

 “Think so,” Philip says, clinging to his shoulders. “She sleeps like the dead. I actually think the rain keeps her asleep.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, because Lukas is pressing back and forth against him and his mind is already delving deep into the gutter. “Would it be so terrible if she walked—ah—in on us doing something? We could just—stop.”

 “It would be a nightmare, Philip,” Lukas says, easing back and looking him in the eye. “She is our child. She is an innocent puppy. I don’t want her walking in on me with your cock in my mouth, she won’t understand.”

 Philip grins and he squirms a little bit. “Is that what you wanna do? Sounds amazing.”

 Lukas leans down and kisses his cheek, sliding his hands up and down Philip’s sides.

 “She’s not gonna wake up,” Philip says. “I’ve memorized her sleeping patterns, she sleeps through rain.”

 Lukas snorts. “Liar,” he whispers against Philip’s skin. He briefly stops moving, kissing Philip’s cheek over and over. “You wanna try something weird?” he asks.

 Philip narrows his eyes. “What’s weird?” he asks. “We said nothing’s weird.”

 “Well, it’s maybe weird because we haven’t tried it before,” Lukas says. He pulls back so they’re nose to nose and he brushes his hand through Philip’s hair. “Sixty-nine?”

 Philip presses his lips together. He’s definitely thought about it. But then again if there’s anything sexual in this world, he’s thought about doing it with Lukas. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, let’s fucking do it.”

 “Yeah?” Lukas asks. “You’re not worried about the dog?”

 Philip laughs, shaking his head. “It’s gonna be fine.”

 “Okay,” Lukas says, kissing him. “Okay, okay.”

 Lukas seems like he’s been thinking about this a lot because he immediately takes control, kissing down Philip’s body and pulling his boxers off. He kisses and bites at the inside of Philip’s thigh before climbing back up and into his arms. The rain gets louder and louder and Philip can almost tune it out, the two of them getting completely naked and making out for a while until Lukas starts working them into position. Philip feels a little nervous when they’re scooting further away from the couch and towards the middle of the carpet, but then he remembers what he was thinking before. Their own little world, nothing else around them. It’s just him and Lukas.

 They’re on their sides, arranged into the proper position between each other’s legs, and before Philip can really overthink it Lukas is sliding a hand up and down Philip’s length, biting at his hip. “Tell me if you hate it,” Lukas says, “and we’ll stop.”

 Philip shakes his head because he knows he’d never hate fucking anything they do together, but as soon as Lukas swallows him down Philip lets out a harsh breath. Lukas is so good at this and Jesus Christ, Philip nearly forgets he has something to do too. He wraps his lips around Lukas’s cock, sucking hard, using his tongue just how he know Lukas likes.

 Everything is fucking amplified. The taste of Lukas in his mouth, the way Lukas is fucking going at it, bobbing his head and sucking Philip down until he hits the back of Lukas’s throat. Philip moans and Lukas echoes it, and the vibrations make Philip feel like he’s gonna goddamn pass out. He feels mindless and thrusts forward a little bit into Lukas’s mouth, feels it widen. Lukas wraps one hand around Philip’s dick and bumps his mouth into his fist, trying to take him deeper, deeper. Philip misses tangling his hands in Lukas’s hair but he reaches around and holds onto his ass, feeling Lukas buck forward too.

 Philip pulls off his dick for a moment, drawing in a breath. He rubs his lips along it and he knows he’s fucking sweating even more now, trembling as Lukas winds his tongue along the head of Philip’s cock. Philip knows Lukas is doing everything he can to tear Philip apart and Philip almost feels the need to one up him—he takes Lukas’s dick into his mouth again and teases his finger between his cheeks.

 Lukas groans and Philip can feel him pulsing in his mouth, knows he’s close. He wishes he could read Lukas’s mind, could know what he’s thinking. He bets it’s all dirty, can imagine the racy shit he’d be gushing if his mouth wasn’t full. Philip can only hear the rain, the ragged way the both of them are breathing, how Lukas’s hip sounds as he struggles back and forth against the carpet. Philip’s toes curl and his senses are going haywire, tremors running through him.

 Lukas hollows his cheeks and Philip’s heart speeds up—he sucks harder, squeezing his eyes shut tight, teetering on the edge and he wonders if he can line this shit up, wonders if they could take each other apart at the same time. He squeezes Lukas’s ass and is immediately disproven—Lukas makes a sharp sound and floods Philip’s mouth, breathing hard and sharp through his nose.

 Philip takes it all, swallows and then pulls back, working him through his orgasm with his hand. Lukas is shaking and Philip is scared he won’t be able to finish him off, wouldn’t blame him if he couldn’t, but Lukas tongues over the slit of his cock and Philip closes his eyes, arching his neck back.

 “Lukas, your mouth,” he gasps, squeezing the base of Lukas’s dick, and Lukas keeps working him, sucking and licking at the same time. He feels Lukas moan and Philip’s thighs shake, the whole thing taking him by surprise. “Fuck, oh—oh—” And then he’s following, groaning, stars in his eyes and pleasure cascading through his legs and up into his stomach.

 He can feel Lukas licking up what he couldn’t swallow, which makes Philip gasp and moan again. Then Lukas is clumsily pulling back and switching around so he can flop down beside Philip, their faces close together. Philip absentmindedly lifts his head up so Lukas wrap an arm around him, and Lukas runs a hand across his stomach, watching it contract under his fingers. Lukas leans in and presses a sweet, chaste kiss to his cheek.

 “Yeah, that was good,” Philip says, laughing a little bit. “Jesus Christ.”

 “Another thing knocked off my sex list,” Lukas says, grinning.

 “Is this an actual list?” Philip asks. “That you wrote up when you weren’t paying attention in class? Did you doodle little hearts?”

 Lukas laughs, high in his throat. “Shut up.”

 “Does it say Mr. Lukas Shea anywhere on the page?” Philip asks, eyeing him.

 Lukas moves a lot more swiftly than Philip could have imagined he would after what they just did, covering Philip’s body with his own. He starts attacking Philip’s neck, biting and kissing, poking him in the side. “You hush,” Lukas mutters. “Hush, angel face, you’re embarrassing me.”

 Philip chuckles, writhing underneath him. “Okay, okay.” He sighs, trying to even out his breathing. “I did miss your voice though. Only drawback.”

 “Yeah,” Lukas says. “We both talk a lot during sex. The quiet was kinda hot, though, knowing why it was so quiet. The rain, you moaning around my dick—”

 “Mmm, Lukas.”

 “I’m so glad Izzy didn’t walk in on us,” Lukas whispers, collapsing down the rest of the way so their bodies are plastered together. He presses a string of kisses to Philip’s temple.

 “Same,” Philip says. “But like I said, she sleeps through the rain.”

 Lukas laughs, shaking his head.

 “We’re gonna need a cold fucking shower,” Philip says, trailing his fingers up and down Lukas’s spine.

 “We gotta wait, we could get struck by lightning in there,” Lukas says.

 “That so cannot happen,” Philip says.

 Lukas readjusts the blanket underneath Philip’s head. “Sorry, I’m not risking you. We’re just gonna have to stay sweaty and dirty. Or I could give you an ice bath right here, right now.”

 “You’re nuts,” Philip says, beaming up at him.

 Lukas shrugs at him, then looks to the side. “The ice cream is melted. It’s soup now.”

 “That’s what happens when we get distracted and have to mess around,” Philip says. “The ice cream gets sacrificed.”

 “Worth it,” Lukas says, leaning down to kiss him again.

 Philip kisses him back and the thunder rattles outside, but he doesn’t even jump. Just loses himself in Lukas, in the soft candlelight here in their own little world.

[missjennifercole]

EPISODE 15

“I need a crash cart over here!” One of the nervous interns shouted as Kassidy rolled her eyes. “Be back in a sec,” she said softly hurrying over to the patient who was fine, he had just taken off his heart monitor.

Kassidy walked back over and rubbed her temples, taking the coffee from Rafael and chugging it down. “I’m gonna have to rain check on dinner, there was a huge bus crash and they need all hands on deck. Not to mention interns are…unreliable. Fresh out of med school, think they know everything yet they can’t see a fistula without vomiting.”

“That’s alright, I understand. Actually I came to cancel, too. I have court in the morning and one of our witnesses just got cold feet,” he answered. “The coffee was to soften the blow,” he added playfully.

“Ah, so we’re both insufferable flakes,” she teased and took his hand, giving it a gentle kiss. She wasn’t big on PDA. She smiled at him and blushed a bit when she realized she’d been staring at his face for so long.

“It would appear so,” he replied, smirking a little. “Call you tomorrow?”

She licked her lips and nodded softly, “see you later counselor,” she said with a warm smile, kissing his cheek.

He nodded and left the hospital, taking a cab back to the precinct. As he got off the elevator, his phone began to ring, and he answered without looking at the caller ID.

“ADA Barba,” he said as he walked towards the squad, who were gather around the conference table in the corner of the squad room.

“Where are you?” Izzy whispered softly into the phone. “Rafi I’m at this stupid college meeting alone. Didn’t you get my call about it getting moved up to today? I’m freaking out!”

“Damn it,” he whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Izzy, I am so sorry. Something came up with a case…is there any way you can reschedule the meeting?” he asked hopefully.

“No, but it’s fine,” she said softly. “It’ll be fine, I can handle this. Good luck in court, I love you and I’ll tell you how it goes, okay?”

“You can do it, I believe in you,” he said with a soft smile. “I love you, too. Call me after, okay?”

“Will do,” Izzy hung up and took a deep breath stepping into the college admissions office.

—-

“No! I do not talk like that!” You laugh at Nevada’s impression of you from when you two first met. “I don’t talk like a cartoon character.”

The plane ride was almost over, the two of you having made love, now deciding to tell stories, naked bodies still tangled together.

“I sounded prestigious and important when I told you off and you sounded like a thug!” You tease as you take one of the strawberries out of the champagne flute and hold it to his lips lazily.

He hummed as he bit into the strawberry, and shook his head.

“I was smooth as fuck, Dama. I didn’t sound like thug ni un carajo,” he answered. “You sounded like un afterschool special,” he teased, taking another sip of champaign. “Fifteen percent, Mr. Ramirez.” He did another impression of your voice, gently biting your knee.

You laughed and rolled on top of him, giving him a long kiss. “And yet here we are, despite everything. And I love you more and more everyday.” You whispered against his lips. “Thank you for loving me too.”

“I love you, too.” He glanced over at the clock. “We got about twenty minutes before we land…” He smirk a little bit as he dipped the tip of a strawberry into his champagne flute before he circled your nipple with the fruit. “What do you wanna do?” he asked softly.

You arched your back up to his touch and shivered. “Mmm, I want to…kiss you,” you leaned in and kissed his bottom lip. “And hold you,” you pulled him close. “And give you a handjob, while you put your fingers in and on me,” you wrap your hand around his cock and start to stroke him.

“What the hell kinda tease is that, Dama?” he asked softly, fingers moving over your core and gathering the juices that had begun to drip out.

“You used to love getting handjobs from me, now who’s the spoiled bitch, hmm?” You teased stroking over his length and kissing his lips hungrily. “Nothing wrong with my hands papi, they’re very skilled.”

“Yeah, but I like your mouth better,” he replied, sliding a finger inside you and thrusting it in and out as he kissed you deeply. His tongue moved in and out of your mouth in time with his finger for a few moments before he added another.

“And I promise you papi, I will let you take my mouth this entire weekend,” you purred and sped up your hand as you kissed him hard and needy. You ran your thumb over his slit and kissed him again as you sped up your actions. “I’ll let you fuck me anyway you want this weekend,” you smiled and nuzzled against him romantically, despite the dirty words. “You can even fuck my tits if you want. But then I’m definitely gonna need another round of you calling me, Miss Dama,” you tease him between kisses.

“Sabes que, I gotta be honest, I’ve never been much of a tittie fucker,” he replied, arching his hips into your hand. “Oh fuck I love the way you touch me,” he groaned. “I wouldn’t mind it if you made me your slave boy for a few hours,” he purred.

You moaned, arching against his fingers and jerking him faster. “Oh I love that idea,” you moaned softly and bite his neck. “Papi you can be such a good fucktoy para tu amante when you wanna be.”

He groaned, and moved his fingers faster, curling them forward to press against your gspot as he flattened his palm to stimulate your clit.

“Yes, I can,” he whispered with a smirk.

“Whoa there,” you shivered, “ease up of the gspot, these are not our bedsheets.” You blush hoping he gets the idea as you jerk him hard and fast now, kissing down his neck.

“I can use my mouth to catch it, amante,” he suggested, sucking on the pulse point on your neck.

You shivered and made a face, “it’s messy, and…kinda gross.” You kissed him again, licking into his mouth and whimpering. Nevada was right, you wanted much more than hands.

“It is not gross…and I like when it’s messy, baby,” he purred. “You can make the mess on me.”

“Jesus,” you shuddered and nodded moving back and flipping around so you could press your pussy in his face and suck his cock all at once. You took him into your mouth and growled hungrily.

It was a slightly awkward angle for him, but he was able to slip his first two fingers inside you and tilt his chin up to flick his tongue against your clit. Curling his fingers again, he stroked you magical spot, and groaning when he heard you whimper.

You sucked him hard and fast, running your tongue along the vein on his shaft before you feel yourself getting close. You grind yourself down on his mouth and whine, getting closer and closer before shuddering as you take his cock all the way down to the base and swallow around him.

He moved his fingers and tongue faster, groaning loudly as his orgasm built in the pit of his stomach. His hips jerked upward as he tried to hold his orgasm back until you had one.

You whined as you came hard, feeling the hot rush of liquid between your legs as you moan around his cock and try to breathe through the intense orgasm.

He moved his mouth just beneath your clit to allow your juices to land in there, only wasting the first few drops. Your moans pushed him over the edge, and he came hard at the combination of being engulfed in your warm mouth, the light vibrations of your moans and the sweet taste of your orgasm gushing into his mouth. He pressed his fingers harder against your gspot and another rush of female ejaculate squirted towards his throat.

Pulling his fingers out, he pulled you down to cover the tiny opening beneath your clit and sucked, drawing out more juices.

You shuddered and swallowed down every last drop of him, waiting until you felt him stop thrusting before you pulled off, just in time for the descent of the plane.

—

Eddie stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth and biding his time while the shower ran, waiting for Amber to come out. He wasn’t ashamed, he was fifteen. This was…actually very inventive. He waited, he’d been brushing the same two teeth for fifteen minutes now.

“Eddie, what are you spending ten minutes on each tooth?” she asked from behind the curtain. Omar always hummed ‘Poker Face’ when he brushed his teeth, she knew it wasn’t him.

“Dental hygiene is important at my age, Amber,” he replied right away. He’d thought up a million excuses as to why he’d be here.

“Yeah, okay, pervert. Are you almost done? The water’s gonna get cold soon.”

“You’re totally fine, I don’t mind,” he said casually. “I got the other side of my mouth still, soo…do you want me to hand you a towel?” He grabbed the smallest towel he could find and held it out in front of the curtain for her.

“You’re a dick,” she said, shutting off the water. “OMAR!!”

“Que pasa Mami?” Omar said walking into the bathroom and eyeing Eddie. “Ah, gotcha. Oye, scram. Use the kitchen sink.” He lightly pushed Eddie out of the bathroom and snorted a laugh. “Fuckin’ teens.”

“Just wait till he’s in the shower again, I’ll flush the toilet and freeze him,” she replied, pulling back the curtain.

He grabbed a regular sized towel, wrapping it around her and pulling her tight against him. “You can be a malicious little puta when you wanna be,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Hell yes, I can,” she answered with a smirk. “What are you up to today?”

“I got work at the club, Nevada wants me to keep things in check with papi while he’s gone.” He grabbed the smaller towel running it over her hair to dry it. “Dry your hair before you catch a cold babosa,” he kissed her lips once more before stepping back. “Eddie! I want you away from our bedroom, entiendes? I don’t think your tio wants to hear you’re peeping on gringas now.”

“I don’t think your girlfriend would like it either!” Amber added.

“I wasn’t peeping, I was brushing my teeth,” Eddie replied.

“Yeah, whatever you say,” Omar chuckled and walked with Amber to the bedroom. “Oye, mami I’m heading out to work now, ven aca.” He tugged her by her towel and smiled. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Have a good day,” she cooed before moving into their room to get dressed.