#monday smutday

[paige-from-my-book]

Monday Smutday!

It's been a minute since I've done one of these, but I'll be posting the last chapter on my newest CDAD AU tomorrow, so I figured I'd put this on here today! Go check it out and keep your eyes peeled for the last chapter drop tomorrow! Until then, enjoy:

“Genevieve,” Echo gasps. “I… I love you. I’ve always loved you. And even when I’d lost all hope that you were still alive, I never stopped loving you.”

Hearing her say that word to me takes the breath out of my lungs. My jaw drops as a warmth I didn’t know I could feel blooms in my chest. I pitch forward to meet her lips again and pull myself against her. I need as much of her as she’ll give me, and she blessedly lets me in, pulling me against her with just as much vigor. 

“I love you, too,” I murmur. 

Her eyes roll back and she lets out a shaky breath. “By the gods, I didn’t know hearing those words could feel so good.”

Her mouth lands on mine again and she starts to push me backwards towards my bed. Her sighs fill my room. If everyone weren’t at the celebration, I’d worry about someone hearing us, but the celebration will last for hours yet. So, instead, I relish in the noises she makes. I clench involuntarily when she pushes me down and climbs on top of me. 

I slide my leg between hers and have to gasp when I feel her hips move against me. The movement brings wet cloth against my leg. She’s already so ready for me. I’m sure she can feel the same thing against her own thigh as our legs move against each other. 

“Shite, you’re wet,” I groan. 

She presses her face into my neck and clutches me tightly, as if I’m her lifeline. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Our lips find each other again and I gently pull her night shirt up. When my fingertips brush her skin, she moans onto my tongue while I have to exhale hard. Her skin is so soft. I pull her against me and she presses down, unable to get close enough to each other. 

Both of our under-shirts are on the floor within moments. Feeling her bare skin on mine causes my breathing to pick up. I can’t get enough of her. And those damned noises she’s making will be the death of me. My hands run up her back, up around her shoulders, down her arms, back to her sides, to the small of her back, down over her pants. Her hips pick up a rhythm against me. 

“Echo,” I murmur.

“Hm?” she asks against my neck. Her lips close around my pulse and my eyes flutter shut. 

“I want to taste you,” I say. It’s getting harder and harder to talk. All I can focus on is the way her hands run up my torso and hungrily press into me. “But if you don’t want that from me, we can just keep doing this.”

Echo’s moan into my skin is so low it’s almost a growl and she nods vigorously as she mutters, “I want you to taste me.”

[xerxia31]

Monday smutday teaser

Working on a little bit of smutty writing and thought I’d share a taste. A wee pause in the Monday blahs ;)

“I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon,” she admitted, her hands sliding to his shoulders, then languidly down his biceps, raising goosebumps in their wake. Peeta hummed in pleasure. “I could barely concentrate,” she continued, her words in his ear soothing even as her hands continued their leisurely descent; elbows, forearms, wrists, pulling the limbs away from his body towards her.

Peeta was relaxed; the scotch, the twilight, his wife’s hands on his body lending a feeling of complete contentment. She gripped his wrists more firmly, pulling them behind him, unnatural, but not uncomfortable. He didn’t struggle, lulled by her voice, her caresses, the sweet summer night. Until a cool edge of metal bit into his skin. “Katniss?” he questioned, confused.

“Behave, Mr. Mellark,” she said softly, a hint of mischief in her voice as she secured his second wrist. “Or you won’t get what you want.”

The dichotomy between her sweet words and the almost rough way she bound his hands behind his back was jarring, slicing through his alcohol-assisted tranquility. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice louder, sharper, as he pulled at what he now knew were handcuffs.

She said nothing.

[avaalons]

Sunday Smutday! Chris Evans Fic: Two Night Stand

Smutty goodness. NC-17. Enjoy!

***

“So do you want to come back to my place?”

And there it was, the question that you’d both known was coming about five minutes into this evening’s conversation. It had been asked with a respectful tentativeness but with enough confidence that you could see he was fairly certain what the answer would be, without being arrogant. His head had tilted to one side in question, his eyes steadily fixed on yours, no shame at all in his implicit request, a bottle of beer resting casually between his palms.

A few drinks down, you’d knocked into each other as you came out of the bathroom and some profuse apologising, a few jokes, a slight hint of recognition on your part later, you were deep in flirtatious conversation on two stools, the raised table slowly filling up with empty glasses and bottles as you chatted and laughed.

The evening had sped up considerably and you’d both instinctively stopped trying not to make physical contact. As one drink had turned into four, you had slowly turned to directly face each other, one of your legs resting between his. Laughter and story swapping had been joined by small little touches, on an arm, on a leg, and now you were trying to decide where this was going. He’d left it up to you. You got the feeling that if you said no, made some excuse, he’d take the refusal on the chin with a shrug, thank you for the evening and be on his way without much ceremony. You didn’t get the feeling, like with some guys, that everything he’d done up to this point was merely lip service, putting in the effort in order to secure a lay. You supposed he didn't need to do that much to get a girl into bed with him so your only deduction was that he must have been talking to you because he wanted to.

You both knew it was going to be a brief encounter. Chris was in town for a while, filming, but you were only here for the long weekend, celebrating a friend’s birthday, and due to go home late on Monday. Your friends were scattered about the place, some taking up room on the dance floor, a couple looking cosy in a booth with some guys they’d met, a few at the bar waiting to be served. You’d kept an eye on them, not wanting to wind up by yourself, just in case you and Chris had gone your separate ways after your conversation. But now the alternative scenario had presented itself.

It was fairly late, 2am thereabouts, and you were feeling good. The dress and heels you’d bought for the occasion made you feel, dare you say it, sexy. A little buzzed, a little warm, a little flushed, but the main overriding feeling was one of attraction. And lust. Definitely lust.

‘Yeah. I do,’ you nodded. You finished the last sip of your drink, laid the glass back on the table, grabbed your clutch and stepped down off the stool. He stood up too and made for the door, one large hand resting on the small of your back. You could feel the warmth radiating through the material of your dress and excitement fluttered in your chest. As you walked past the bar, you stopped briefly to just let one of your friends know you were heading out, that you’d be in touch later, that you did still have your own key card for the hotel room, and then you were outside and into a waiting car, led all the way by that weighty guiding hand on your back. It was happening. You had no idea where Chris’ friends were. He must have been with some but maybe there was a pre-agreed arrangement for this sort of thing. Or maybe he’d sent a text quickly when you hadn’t been looking.

The cab journey to his rented apartment was punctuated with silences that seemed to crackle. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it just intensified the tension. A palm rested on your thigh as you talked - he was incredibly tactile - and then suddenly the gap between you was closed. Chris twined his fingers into your hair at the back of your head as he drew your face to his. It was simultaneously a relief, kissing him, like filling your lungs with air after holding your breath for an unnaturally long time, and infuriating at the same. It was enough but it wasn’t. It fulfilled you and left you wanting more.

The kiss continued in the elevator and only grew more desperate against his apartment door as he fumbled with the key. The door finally swung open and he, before you could step backwards, ran his hands purposefully down your thighs, hooked them around the backs and lifted you against him. You let out a mewl of surprise as your legs parted and you landed against his lower abs, your legs resting on his hips, his arms wrapped around and under your ass, his hands under your dress.

Your arms twined themselves around his neck and you dipped your head to catch his mouth once more as he took forward steps into the suite. You ran the tip of your tongue along his lower lip in promise, a promise that you’d have done much more with that tongue by the time the night was over.

The room was in darkness but Chris seemed to know where he was going. You didn’t focus on anything other than kissing him and the scratch of his beard against your soft skin. You wanted it all over you.

You vaguely felt him shift you upwards a little before your backside was rested on a cold surface. You moaned against his mouth and then pulled back, blinking, trying to make out where you were and letting your eyes adjust to the darkness, the dim lights from the city beyond the window giving you at least a little vision. You were on a kitchen counter, the hard granite under you cool and smooth.

Your thighs tightened around him and you crossed your ankles behind his back as he settled his weight against you. Your gaze met and the only sound in the room was the exhilarated breathing from you both. He planted a kiss against your mouth again before moving south, trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck before sucking on your collarbone. You swatted him on the arm and made a noise of indignation but were unable to actually pull yourself away.

‘Hey, no marks! I’ve got to go back to work on Tuesday morning.’

‘Whatever you say. No marks. Visible ones at least.’

Then there was a hand cupping your right breast, palming it through your dress, and then there was a pressure, pushing you backwards gently.

‘Lie back sweetheart, let me do my exploring.’

You let out an uncharacteristic giggle and lowered your back to the counter top, feeling his hands sliding down your body. His form was invisible in the darkened room from this position and it only served to heighten your senses. You didn’t want to even try and predict what he was going to do next, the not-knowing making everything even more exciting.

You could feel him breathing through your dress as he traveled down your stomach, every inch of progress further south making your breath hitch. He hadn’t even touched you there yet but you were tingling, the heat spreading throughout your body in anticipation. His hands had been roaming your thighs and now they dipped under your hem, pushing your dress up to reveal your lace underwear. Kisses trailed your legs and just before his mouth made contact where you most needed it, he sucked on the skin on your inner thigh, hard. That made you sit up straight.

‘Hey, Chris, I said no marks!’

'What job do you have that starts in the morning and requires you to not wear pants?’ He grinned, not even vaguely apologetic, 'Or have you got a boyfriend I should be worried about?’

But you had ceased to form coherent thoughts as his thumb pressed against your clit through the lace of your underwear. He stroked up and down, the friction of the material against your flushed, swollen skin delicious. You lay back again, mouth dropping open and your breathing becoming increasingly erratic.

'N-no boyfriend,’ you managed to get out, your voice barely above a whisper.

'Good. I want you to wake up every day this next week and remember this, but I won’t leave marks where anyone else will see them. Only places you will, okay?’ You nodded, forgetting that you were lying down and that it was dark.

'Was that a yes? I can’t tell in this light. Wait there, hang on.’

And he was gone. No touch through your underwear, no beard against your skin. You felt immediate disappointment well within you but then a soft light made your surroundings a little more visible. You turned your head to see that the kitchen was actually a kitchen, diner and living space and Chris had lit a gently glowing lamp set on a side table next to a buttery brown leather sofa.

'There, that’s better. I can see you now,’ he approached you slowly, 'Don’t you look pretty, all spread out on my kitchen counter, dress rucked up and panties soaked through?’

It was all you could do to keep breathing so you didn’t attempt to respond, feeling that the question was rhetorical anyway.

He laid his weight over you again, leaning flush against your body to kiss you deeply. You arched against him, lifting your hips to press them into his. His fingers slipped under the sides of your underwear, hooked around the material and then started tugging them away from you while your butt was lifted off the counter.

He pulled back to slip them down your legs and over the heels still strapped to your feet before tossing them towards the sofa, 'Remember where they are for the morning.’

His hands travelled back the way they came, skimming over the skin on your legs, back up your body, pushing your legs as far apart as you could go and you knew, trembling, that you were about to get the thing you most wanted.

And then he was right there, hovering but not quite touching.

'I’ve wanted to do this since you smashed into me at the bar and I looked down into those big eyes and had to steady you to stop you from losing your balance on these fucking sexy as sin heels.’

You squirmed under his hands, trying to close the gap between your heat and his mouth.

'Patience baby girl, we’ve got all night. There’s no need to rush.’

Somewhere in your brain, you knew that his words were a lie. That you were going to have sex, wait for him to fall asleep and then sneak out with your dignity still in tact. But for now, this moment was all that mattered.

He was still teasing. Soft whispers of kisses against your smooth skin, his hands anchoring your legs so that you couldn’t move.

'Chris, please,’ you sobbed. You were throbbing, the pressure building and building inside you.

His mouth was against the inner crease of your thigh when you felt him smile. Bastard. But then he made a definite shift, as though he had a purpose, and suddenly, finally, at last his tongue was against you lapping in slow, broad strokes, tasting you, savouring you. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding in a half whine, half groan. It felt so good. His tongue explored you as his hands and mouth had done to your body earlier, probing, licking, sucking, flicking, dipping and you ceased to be in control of your own limbs. Your muscles stiffened and relaxed in waves as each one of his ministrations turned you up a notch.

The counter was soothingly cold against your overheated skin and you rolled against it, squirming on Chris’ mouth as he licked inside you. You were vaguely aware that sounds were leaving the back of your throat but they were incoherent nothings, a purely physical reaction to the delicious torture this man was inflicting on you. Then he spiralled upwards, his tongue circling towards your clit, his beard leaving a trail of burning sensation as he went. As soon as he was swirling around that swollen, tender button, two fingers were pressed inside you, gently scissoring as he pumped them in and out, stretching and manipulating you. Then he started humming.

'Jesus, Chris,’ the sensation of the vibration forced your back upright and you were met with the deliriously sexy sight of his head between your legs. He looked up at you, smiling against your clit and you threaded your fingers in his hair, urging him on, your new sitting position making you feel the fingers inside you even more. You were almost there, your orgasm building, your muscles beginning to tighten in readiness. You were panting, gasping, your chest heaving, barely able to stand it. At that moment he did two things: on the outside, his gentle swirling sped up and the diameter of those circles shrunk so that the pressure was constant right on the top of your clit; on the inside, he curled his fingers up slightly, searching for your g-spot, a sound of triumph leaving him when your sharp gasp indicated that he had found it. Two more pumps and you were finished, coming undone spectacularly against his mouth and around his fingers. Wave after wave crashed over you and you were helpless, adrift at sea. He coaxed you through it, your legs shaking, your hands clutching his head to you, not wanting that mouth to ever stop. Your hips rolled against him, acting on nothing but animal instinct.

As you peaked and came down from the high, you dropped backwards against the counter and Chris pulled away and out of you, kissing his way back up your body. You held one hand in your hair, trying to catch your breath, barely able to believe what you’d just experienced. He found his way to your mouth and you could taste a mixture of beer and yourself when he kissed you deeply. A giggle escaped you and he pulled back, only an inch from your face.

'Enjoying yourself there?’ A grin spread across his face and one eyebrow quirked up.

'Fuck, Chris, that was…’ words escaped you but you hoped your wide eyed expression and the disbelief on your face did the talking for you.

'Glad to be of service,’ he stroked back the hair from your face and you felt sated and strung out under his weight. He was still standing between your legs and although he still had his jeans on, you could feel his bulging hardness pressing against you.

'I think we both need to get properly naked,’ you whispered against his mouth when he dipped his head to yours again, 'You especially.’

'Agreed,’ he murmured, 'I want you naked and rolling around with me in my bed.’

'Yes please, let’s go,’ you used your feet to push his hips back so that you could sit up and hop off the counter, pressing your body against his and sliding your hands under his tshirt so that you could pull it upwards. He lifted his arms to help you, taking the material out of your hands once it was apparent that your height difference proved to be an obstacle. Your eyes travelled from his face down his body and you pulled your lower lip into your mouth at the sight of the smooth planes of his chest and abs. The man was a fucking god among men and you were the lucky lady that was going to get to fuck him tonight. Your mouth was watering.

'Hey, eyes up here,’ Chris teased you, gesturing to the upper part of his face.

'Now, how I am supposed to concentrate on your face when I’ve got a belt and a pair of jeans to contend with?’ Your hands reached for his buckle, his V of solid muscle an arrow, guiding you to where you wanted to be, 'Could you be a gentleman and take your shoes off so I can get you naked faster?’

'Who am I to say no to a request like that?’ He toed out of his shoes, kicking them behind him, as you undid his belt and slowly slid the zipper on his jeans down. You felt like you were unwrapping a Christmas present.

You folded your fingers around his waistband and pulled them down, dropping to your knees as you went. His tight boxers went next, the items pooled around his ankles. He kicked out of them easily and you sat back on your ankles to admire his dick, now free and long and hard and standing to attention with pride. You licked your lips in anticipation and reached forward, your hand looking even more dainty than usual when wrapped around the size of him. He sucked in a breath as you started to slide your fingers against him, rolling your thumb gently around the tip, tentative and experimental, trying to find out what he liked. You started to lean forward, your lips parting in readiness and he braced one arm against the kitchen counter behind you.

'You don’t have to… we can just…’

You appreciated his gentlemanly efforts, unconvincing though they were. You looked up at him through your lashes, your hand still stroking his dick, and when you spoke, your voice was clear and definite, 'But I want to.’

You leaned forward before he could say anything else, your lips wrapping around his tip and your tongue swirling the rounded end as you took more and more of him into your mouth. Chris’ other hand went to the counter to help prop himself up as he let out a tortured groan.

'Fuck. Fuck!’

You pulled back in alarm. You didn’t think you’d done anything that would cause pain but he wasn’t necessarily making sounds of pleasure, 'Are you - am I - is this okay?’

'Are you kidding?’ He looked down at you, eyes wide. He took one hand and reached down to run his thumb along your lower lip, 'You’re a fucking goddess.’

You smiled up at him, beaming under the compliment, and you leaned forward again, resuming your work. You used every trick you knew, alternating between applying broad, firm licks along his length and taking him inch by inch, until you had as much of him in your mouth and throat as you could. Then you really set to work, sucking and swirling as you travelled up and down his length. His hips had started to move, small movements that didn’t cause you discomfort, so small you weren’t even sure if he knew he was doing it. When you glanced upwards, his eyes were screwed shut and his mouth had dropped open.

You decided you wanted a little more attention and so carefully, carefully grazed your teeth against him, knowing the sensation would be magnified ten fold being as worked up and as hard as he was. He gasped the second you did it, eyes flying open and meeting your gaze. You smiled around his cock, knowing the effect you were having was a good one. Chris instantly recognised how unfathomably sexy you looked, on your knees with his dick disappearing into your mouth. He kept his gaze locked on yours as you drove him closer and closer to release. He knew he was almost there and needed to warn you. It wasn’t great one night stand etiquette to just come in a girl’s mouth without giving her fair warning after all.

'Sweetheart, I’m gonna come any second. You might want to…,’ the warning was clear in his voice, expecting you to pull off but if anything you sucked harder, using a soft hand to work on the inches you couldn’t take in. You weren’t going anywhere. You were going to let him come down your throat. That knowledge alone was enough to shoot him straight to his peak as everything in his body stiffened and his release hit with one last swirl of your clever tongue. You kept hold of him as he emptied into your mouth, swallowing down everything he gave you.

He was left panting, his arms supporting all his weight against the counter as he recovered. You pulled off and sat back, looking up to admire the fruits of your labour. He was wrecked and it was all because of you.

Chris got himself together, barely, and hauled you up, pushing you against the kitchen counter and crashing his mouth against yours in thanks maybe, or awe? Maybe just disbelief. You didn’t know exactly but you kissed him with enthusiasm, knowing that you’d both returned good on the chemistry you shared back in the bar.

'You’re still not naked,’ Chris said against your mouth. The kisses had been slow and leisurely as you’d both caught your breath.

'I know. You planning on doing something about it?’ You slid your hands up his chest and across his shoulders, marvelling at the solid power you could feel beneath. He clearly had the ability to throw you around a bit in the bedroom. You made a mental note that you needed to experience that at least once before you snuck away later.

'Yep,’ he said, letting the 'p’ pop as he grabbed the hem of your dress gathered around your waist and pulled it over your head, revealing your lacy bra that had matched your underwear.

'This is nice,’ Chris commented, wrapping his hands around your upper ribs and running his thumbs over the textured lacy material before giving you a mischievous smile, 'But it’s going to look better on-’

You cut him off with a sharp laugh, slapping his arm lightly, 'Oh my god, Chris, don’t say it! Just take it off already!’

He laughed deeply into your neck as he wrapped his arms around your torso, fingers working to undo the clasp of your bra before sliding the straps down your arms and flinging the item theatrically across the room to join your panties.

'That’s better’, he said, looking at you, all of you, through hooded eyelids.

'Am I keeping the shoes on?’

He grinned, 'Oh, absolutely.’

***

Chris had kissed you again, mouth hot and demanding against yours, one arm around your back, guiding you slowly backwards towards the bedroom. You couldn’t get enough, clutching at his shoulders, his neck, his face, his hair.

As you’d walked in tandem together, he’d slid his free hand down your body and dipped between your legs, stroking you at his own leisure, sliding his fingers in and around and over you, setting the foundations of what you assumed would be another mind-blowing orgasm.

You felt the bed hit the back of your legs and you sat down, Chris’ lips still attached to yours, his fingers still working over your skin further down. You lay back and tugged him with you by his shoulders, wanting to feel his weight pressing you into the mattress. He obliged for a few minutes and you relished in the feeling of your breath being crushed out of you.

And then he flipped you both over. You sat up, straddling him, momentarily disorientated by the swift movement. You placed your hands against his shoulders, bracing yourself while you righted, hovering above Chris, your bodies joined at the hips.

'Are you okay?’ He asked, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

'Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting that, I got dizzy for a second.’

You slowly started to shift your hips, moving backwards and forwards, rolling against him, spreading your wetness over his cock. You could feel him starting to respond again, recovered from your oral skills.

'C'mere,’ he said softly, beckoning you forwards. You did as he asked and he cupped your face in his head as though holding something precious. He guided your face down to meet his and caught your lips as you rocked together. You could feel the pleasure building in you again, ready for another round.

'Chris, have you got… I mean, I’m on the pill but..’

'Yeah, yeah. Nightstand.’

You reached over and pulled the draw open, digging around blindly for your required item.

'You know you just swallowed a shit ton of my come, right? Not that I’m suggesting we go bareback but a condom does seem a little moot, don’t you think?’

'I don't believe for one second you would ever go bare for a random fuck with a girl you just met and I believe I’m probably right in thinking that a hot shot Hollywood actor like you isn’t letting himself walk around with a myriad of STDs, so I don’t think that’s my biggest problem. Birth control failing though… now that would be a disaster.’

Having successfully found a foil packet, you closed the drawer and ripped the package open and handed it to Chris, shifting back to give yourself access to stroke his length a few times while he retrieved the condom. He rolled it on and tugged you by the hand back down to him, your chests bumping together. He cupped your ass, lifting you up. You held yourself there while he gripped himself, running the tip of his dick through your heat before finding your entrance and pausing.

'Ready?’ He whispered. You nodded in silent reply, not trusting yourself to speak.

You felt the pressure of his other hand, still against your ass, as he pushed you down, guiding you on to him. The stretch was incredible. The slow sink of your body on to his was maddening and in this position you could keep going until he was up to the hilt. He was so deep within you, buried as you locked together.

'Fuck, you feel good,’ Chris croaked out.

Your response was to start moving up and down, rolling your hips as you rode him, curled into his body as you were. His hands gripped your hips, aiding your rise and fall. Your hands found their newly natural resting place against the space between his shoulders and neck, exploring his collar bones with your thumbs. You set up a leisurely rhythm, taking your time. You’d be out of here after this so you were intent on making it last.

Chris sat up, taking you with him. The new angle was even better than before and he used the strength of his arms to lift you up and down, keeping the persistent rhythm, keeping the intensity. Now your bodies slid together creating friction against your breasts and nipples, heightening the sensations running through your body. Chris kissed your neck, sucked (gently this time) on your collar bones and eventually one of his thumbs found its way to your clit, driving circles around and around and around, driving you towards climax.

'Are you close?’ You asked him, breathily.

He nodded.

'Chris… I…’

He stopped immediately, still inside you, 'What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?’

'No, no, not at all. I just…,’ your voice dropped to a whisper, 'I want to be under you. To feel you on me.’

He was still for a moment, looking in to your face before launching into action with a grin, 'Your wish is my command.’

He flipped you again, pulling out of you quickly, drawing a gasp from you, before tucking you under his body. You had been right earlier, he moved you around as if you were nothing more than a rag doll. He entered you again swiftly, each one of his movements a surprise.

The slow, leisurely pace was gone, only to be replaced with an intense, merciless rhythm. He pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in, filling you completely, covering you completely until there was nothing but you and Chris in the world. You lost sense of everything except him as he drove you towards orgasm. He scooped his hands under your ass to pull you upwards, even closer to him although you hadn’t thought it possible. And that was all you needed to send you spiralling into the stars as his dick hit your sweet spot and unleashed a world of pleasure.

'Chris! I’m, I’m…’ you were throbbing everywhere.

He only grunted in reply as his own climax hit and he collapsed against you, heavy and masculine as he crashed his mouth against yours, possessive and branding, riding out his orgasm inside you.

***

You’d lay in his bed for a little while, at his insistence, coming down from the high. He’d taken your heels off and given you a little foot rub, which you’d found cute. He was a nice guy, you could see that. He’d entwined his legs with yours and it hadn’t taken long for him to fall asleep. You had indulged yourself for five minutes, then ten, then fifteen, looking at the thickness of his eyelashes, watching the lines on his forehead smooth out in his relaxed sleep state, noting the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Eventually, you had ever so carefully untangled your legs from his and slipped out of the bed, grabbing your heels by the straps and heading through what you now saw to be French style glass doors from the bedroom into the living area. You left the doors open, not wanting to risk a creak or a squeaky hinge disturbing Chris from sleep. Tiptoeing around, you retrieved and replaced your underwear, noting wryly the little round bruises peppering your upper thighs, shimmied back into your dress, located your clutch and checked your phone for messages. You quickly typed out a message to one of your friends to let them know you were on your way back and had one last look around to make sure you had retrieved everything. You idly wondered if it would be polite to leave a note. It wasn’t normally your style but this evening had been a particularly good one and you didn’t want to seem rude. Spotting a desk in one corner, you found a pen and paper with the letterhead of the serviced apartment company that clearly owned Chris’ temporary home and began to compose a short, but what you hoped was friendly, note.

'I hope you’ve only got dressed so that I have the pleasure of peeling that dress off you again.’

You spun around in shock, Chris’ voice startling you. He leaned easily against the door frame to the bedroom, still naked as the day he was born, an amused expression on his face.

'Chris! I - I have to go, sorry,’ your mouth was so dry.

'It’s four thirty in the morning, I don’t think there’s anywhere you need to be right away. Get naked again and come back to bed.’

'Chris… I don’t think that’s a good idea,’ you needed to leave to retain your dignity. Leave before you were kicked out. You took a few steps towards the front door.

He, similarly, took a few steps towards you. Were it not for his relaxed, open expression, you’d think he was a lion stalking his prey.

'Sounds like a very good idea to me. Stay. We can fit in at least three more orgasms I think. Then we can get some breakfast tomorrow morning. And, as you’re not going home until Monday night, we can have a repeat performance tomorrow night.’

'That doesn’t sound like a one night stand to me,’ you could feel your resolve breaking.

He tilted his head to one side again, like he’d done earlier when he’d asked you to go home with him, 'No, it doesn’t, does it? Did we agree on just the one night?’

He’d still been taking tentative steps towards you, as though he thought you’d bolt if he went too quickly.

'No, I don’t think we ever laid out terms and conditions,’ you hoped he couldn’t hear the quiver in your voice.

'Well, let me do it now. Get back in my bed and actually get a little sleep. I’ll wake you up at some point, maybe with a little fingering, maybe a little tonguing, and we’ll both come many more times before it’s actually time to start the day. That’s a promise.’

'Chris…’

He held up a hand, 'Wait, I’m not done. Then we’ll take a shower, together, and go out for a decent breakfast and regain some energy. Then I’m going to have to do some work stuff in the day but I’ll come pick you up at eight and we’ll go out for some dinner. Finally, back here, sex all night long and we’ll go our separate ways on Monday, as you wish. What’s so bad about that?’

By this time, he’d covered the distance across the room and was stood right in front of you. He reached out for your hand, lifting your knuckles to his lips before pulling you to him. You could feel his arousal (again!) against your leg.

'When you put it like that…’ your face was only an inch from his. A smile played at your lips, barely able to believe you’d given in to him so easily. You were normally so in control.

'That’s what I like to hear,’ he grinned in triumph before capturing your mouth in his. You could feel him tugging at the hem of your dress again and you lifted your arms up obediently.

A two night stand wasn’t too much of a change, all things considered. You could handle two nights, surely?

'Go on, go and get back in bed and I’ll be there in one second. Let me just text my friends.’

'Okay, but I’m taking your dress with me so that you can’t run away,’ Chris sauntered back to the bedroom, swinging your dress over his shoulder.

You pulled your phone out of your clutch and quickly tapped out a message.

I’ll see you guys in the morning, I’ve been promised several more orgasms tonight ;)

[starkfish]

Cat gets super horny when she's pregnant and one day she decides she can't wait for Ned to finish with work so she either visits him at his office (if you want to do Modern AU) or goes to his solar (if you want canon).

[paige-from-my-book]

Well, no publish date yet, but I did just get quite a few followers that aren't porn bots, so here's an extra long MONDAY SMUTDAY. Sorry it's been so long since I've posted one of these or even updated any of my stories. I am still doing background writing, I've just been working through burnout and different life stuff.

ANYWAYS, this is part of a scene from the my book. I'll post updates on here as I get them. For now enjoy this small exerpt!

"We kiss for a few moments before she pushes my chest up and stares at my whole body. Her eyebrows furrow in a bewildered lust and her jaw visibly slackens as she drinks me in. Then her hands move my hips and I finally feel a little relief as the curved skin of her stomach moves along my clit. Her skin is slickened by my desire and a loud groan leaves my lips. 

I grind my hips again to regain that feeling. Anything to feel that again. Her eyes widen at my movement and she finally lifts her gaze to mine. 

“Dear God, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” she mutters right before she starts encouraging my hips with her hands again. She flexes her own stomach harder and I can feel the solid set of muscles under the slight padding carbs have given her.

Once I have a rhythm, her hands explore the rest of me and dear God is this what sex is supposed to feel like?!? 

I support myself on my outstretched hands, each planted on a side of Jordyn’s shoulders. She touches me so gently, but hungrily. I feel her go from my knees up my thighs to my backside, then up my back to tangle in my hair. A hot trail follows the contact, causing a gush of wetness underneath me. I can’t control my voice, so one hand stays in my hair and pulls me into a kiss. The other trails down my neck to my chest to cup my breast, fitting my tit right between two fingers and giving the smallest squeeze and then slowly increasing in pressure as my moan into her mouth grows loud. 

I’m climbing faster than I ever thought possible and after just minutes of grinding into her I whimper, “Jordyn. Oh God, Jordyn, I’m close.”

“Come for me, Chris. Come for me in this bed again,” she says with a cocky grin. 

“It’s gonna be loud,” I warn into her lips.

“Fucking shout my name.”"

[paige-from-my-book]

Monday Smutday!

I know, I know! My writing has been lagging lately. I’d like to say it’ll get better, but I’d hate to lie on top of not updating my stories. Anyways, here’s some more Supercorp smut! That story is finished, so feel free to go check it out!

“She wraps her fingers around my jaw and drags my face up to her so our lips can mash together again in a sloppy, unfiltered kiss. Her hand goes from my face to the back of my head so she can tangle it into my hair. Her legs wrap around me and her hips thrust into me. I grip her leg and secure it to myself using the bend of her knee. From there, my hand drifts up to her perfectly round butt and I pull her into myself as I roll my own hips forward. She moans against my tongue and is gasping for air by the time I move back to her collarbone.  

I revel in how soft she is and how her skin feels on my lips. My hands hungrily feel her exposed torso, intricately memorizing every curve, every line, every inch of her. I’m torn between wanting to cover every single hair on her body, but also to spend hours just over one body part. I find my lips moving down her arm, loving the way that her lean bicep presses against my mouth. I nuzzle into the bend in her elbow before making my way down her forearm. I feel completely in a trance. I can’t control anything other than how hard I touch her. I’m consumed by her body as I bring her hand up to my face and kiss her palm.  

Lena sits up to close the space between us and presses her own lips to my neck as I kiss her hand. The combined contact makes me dizzy. She grips onto me like I’m her only lifeline in a sea of pleasure, crashing over us wave after wave.  

“For someone so strong, you’re so gentle,” she whispers against my skin.  

I push her back down, laying on top of her and moving my tongue against her breast again, this time moving her bra down so I can get to that point of nerves. I take her tit in my mouth and tease it ever so slightly with my teeth before smoothing it over with my tongue. She moans and her fingers ball into a fist in my hair, pulling me against her as hard as she can. Her legs tighten around me and she writhes under me desperately.”

[paige-from-my-book]

Monday Smutday!

I promise I haven’t forgotten about my Korra fanfic or my original stories while working on the Supergirl AU... That being said here’s a little bit of that smut scene coming up for Supergirl (which is already 6 chapters in, when did that happen?). 

““Kara, you’re so strong,” she whispers, pulling my shirt so it’s untucked. She drags her fingers along the skin on my back, tracing my spine and muscles.

“Oh, Roa,” I murmur.

I move my fingers to her opening and have to gasp. She’s SO WET. My fingers almost slide right past her vagina because I wasn’t expecting her to be so ready for me. I slide them into her and it’s my turn to kiss her to muffle a moan. 

“Your fingers are so big,” she whimpers into me. “God, they fill me up so well. Add another.”

I follow her instructions, a third finger entering her with no problem. She clutches onto me as hard as she can and nuzzles her face into the space where my neck and shoulder meet. I can hear her making small, soft noises as my fingers move in and out. 

She’s so precious. In that moment, I feel such a strong affection come over me. I would die for this woman. I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe and happy. 

She finally lifts her head up and murmurs in my ear. 

“Kara. Oh, God Kara.”I can tell exactly what that means as I curl my fingers against her walls and it’s her turn to gasp into me.

I press my lips to hers as her body tenses and her legs wrap around me. She’s only able to hold the kiss for a few moments before she has to pull away to keep breathing. 

“Kara. God, Kara, God,” she whimpers. “Fuck!” 

I nuzzle into her neck and leave open pecks along her pulse as her hips move against me and I feel fluid on my hand.”

[paige-from-my-book]

Monday Smutday!

Sorry it’s been a hot sec since I did one of these. My writing has slowed to a crawl, unfortunately. But hopefully there will be more chapters posted on a few of my stories soon! Until then, enjoy an excerpt from a sex scene coming up in my CDAD fanfic!

“My hands go under her shirt and she moans into my mouth. Her tongue skims my bottom lip and she pushes me down to lay down on my bed. My stomach flips at the movement and my breath quickens as she does. I feel her clutch my shirt a little harder. God I want her to just-

My thought is interrupted when she grabs my wrists, takes my hands off of her waist and pins them up above my head. I clench at her assertiveness and my legs tighten around her hips. Despite not typically being very vocal, I can’t stop a sigh that’s bordering on a moan from leaving my lips. Fuck this woman is going to kill me.

At the sound, Hayden drives her hips into me and her mouth moves to my neck and if my underwear weren’t wet before, they sure as hell are now. I grind against her, silently begging for just the slightest amount of relief.

She moans against my skin. The familiar sound hits me at my core and I fight against her grip slightly.

She suddenly pulls back at my movement and looks me in the eye. 

“Too much?” she asks, releasing my hands as she props herself up on her elbows.

“Not enough,” I murmur into her lips as I pull her back onto me.

She moans again, louder this time. I clutch her back as I move my hands down to the hem of her shirt. We’re alone. My stomach explodes with desire as I drag my fingers along her bare skin, lifting her shirt up as my hands travel back up to her torso. I can feel her shoulder blades poke out against her soft skin and my breath increases. 

Her body is so smooth and soft. Her touch, even though I can tell she’s trying to be more forceful, is gentle. I’m overcome with emotion and before I can stop myself, Hayden’s shirt is on the floor. Before she even has a chance to lay back down on top of me, my shirt has joined it.

When her stomach meets mine, all of my breath is forced out of my lungs. Fuck, this is hot. SHE’S hot. I roll us over so I can straddle her and look into her gray eyes as my hands find her bra clasp. 

Her face is red. SO red. I completely freeze.

“Are you okay?” I ask, sitting up to give her space. 

“I’m just…. Holy fuck. Um…. I… I can’t think right now,” she says, blinking several times and shaking her head.

“We can st-”

I can’t finish my offer before she sits up, wraps her arms around my middle, and starts kissing my chest ferociously. I tangle my fingers in her hair and use my other hand to undo her bra. She slides out of it and tosses it to the floor before taking mine off and holy shit how can something feel so good? How is someone so soft??”

[paige-from-my-book]

Monday Smutday!

Wow! I’ve gotten a lot of likes on these recently. Unfortunately, I don’t really have one in the works for my current stories, BUT I am working on a new fanfic and just barely have a few paragraphs of one. This one probably won’t be online for a while (sorry to tease y’all) (ah who am I kidding, no I’m not) and will be a long one. Not sure if I’ll make it a two part series or just one really long one. Also, I apologize to all the DC fans that are probably looking at my page now with the Supergirl fanfic, but HERE’S SOME MARVEL STUFF. That’s right, I’m writing a fanfic about Valkyrie during her time with Oden’s army. 

“In that moment, seeing her so open and so trusting of me makes my heart melt. She’s leaving herself bare for me. She’s so raw and loyal and FUCK I can’t get enough of her. I have to give her something as well. 

“Say my name,” I murmur into her lips. The way her fingers tangle into my hair at my breath on her clit make it hard to focus on just one part of her body. But I work my tongue against her for a few more moments before I pull back again. My hands run up and down her body, appreciating every curve of her muscles. “Eir, say my name.”

“Are you sure?” she gasps as I move my tongue back down so I can fully taste her before working her closer to the edge.I nod and hum as I feel how wet she is. She’s so ready for me to push her over the edge, but there’s one thing I need more than anything.

“Brunnhilde, this is amazing. Oh gods, Brunnhilde,” she cries. 

I feel her legs tighten around me and feel an echoing clench in my own core as her lips move against my chin, hungrily grasping for anything in relief. I keep moving my tongue around that bundle of nerves until she’s weakly combing her fingers through my hair. Then I move down to her wet pussy and indulge myself in her taste more. She hums approval and I thrust my tongue into her, licking up her desire.”

[paige-from-my-book]

Monday Smutday

This one’s extra special because it’s my birthday! Also, my rugby story is now finished (whoot whoot). I’m super excited that this is finished, it’s been a year and a half project. The last two chapters will be up in the next two weeks, the first of which will be posted tomorrow. Here’s a little bit from it. 

“She presses her fingers against my wall and I gasp again. My hands find their way to her strong, toned back. I grab at her back lightly, pulling myself as close to her as possible. I want to feel her muscular, powerful body as I get higher. 

She reads my desperation and pulls me closer with her hand inside me.  I follow and clutch her close as her pace quickens. My legs wrap around her waist again. 

“Jordyn,” I moan into her neck, still trying to keep my mouth muffled. I can feel her muscles and tendons press against my lips. 

“I’m here, Chris.  I’ll bring you there.” 

Her breath in my ear is soft as her scent surrounds me. I feel a weight lifted off of me as I embrace this feeling. I love her. I want her in my life more than any man that I’ve ever met.  I want to form that bond with her. 

I pull my head back to look at her face. She looks down at me with wide eyes. She feels it, too. I feel my soul reach up above me to meet hers. She leans in to kiss me, but keeps her eyes locked on mine.  

I feel her stroke just the right spot and I let out a cry of pleasure.  “Jordyn!  Jordyn right there!” I can’t hold back.”

[paige-from-my-book]

Monday Smutday time!

As I just found out that links will hide a post, I’ll leave the link to my FictionPress in my bio. Enjoy this little bit from Rescued!

““Oh God, babe. Oh, please, fuck me.”

I had to pause for a moment. It was an actual request. She wasn’t begging or telling me, she was genuinely asking. Hoping I’d give her what she wanted, but not expecting me to. I looked back up at her and met her eyes as I slowly moved my head down and took my first taste of her.

My eyes rolled back and I savored every drop of her. Her voice was honey in my ears as she let out a long, low moan as my tongue gave her the slightest relief. I wanted more, so I pointed my tongue more directly and went as far into her as I could, licking out anything that I could reach.

“Hailey!” Andrea gasped. Both of her hands tangled frantically into my hair as I cleaned up a little bit of her want before letting myself really undo her.

I moved my mouth slightly up and kept my tongue flat. Even though her hands were pressing my mouth against her as hard as they could, I kept my tongue soft, barely brushing her. A whimper so slight that I barely heard it left her throat and her hips bucked into my mouth.

I gently lowered my tongue more and more onto her, finally pointing it again to drive it in small circles around her clit. Her gasps got louder and more desperate. Her hips moved more violently. Her hands balled into fists. I could feel my own core dripping in response to her. I would do anything she asked me to make her come, but she didn’t ask anything. So I followed my instinct.”

[paige-from-my-book]

It's time for Monday Smutday! Here's the introduction to the threesome scene in my knight story, "The Blade of a Traitor". For the rest of it, click here.

"I leaned my chin forward so that my lips just barely caught hers. I wasn’t sure if it was good or bad that Elane was here. This was her woman. But so was I. If she could have us both, why couldn’t we have each other? And if I were to give into this temptation, wouldn't it be better to do it right in front of her so we weren’t hiding anything?

But what if she became angry? This hadn’t been in our original agreement. What if she decided to punch me out of the kiss? What if Lizzy didn’t want this and I’d read everything wrong?

Lizzy didn’t pull away, though. Instead, her hand strengthened its grip on the side of my face. And instead of a punch, I felt Elane’s hand wrap around my waist and felt her slide closer to me on the bed. I wanted nothing more than to have them as close as possible. I didn’t want anything between any of us, and I could feel the same want and desire in their grips.

I finally pulled away from the kiss so I could look Lizzy in the eyes and make sure I hadn’t crossed a line. She looked at me with desperation and desire. I turned to Elane and got the same look as Lizzy’s hot breath hit my jaw. That was all I needed before I pulled Elane into a kiss.

She pushed me down so that my back was on Lizzy’s bed. I could feel Lizzy get on the bed and move more towards the center. Once she was in place, her hand caressed my stomach, tracing the lines of my abs.

Elane released me from her lips and turned to Lizzy, hungrily pulling her face to her own. As the two kissed, I occupied my hands with undoing Elane’s chest binding and feeling along her gentle, soft curves. I noticed Lizzy’s hand feeling along her shoulder and down her back and something hit my ear that caused my stomach to flip and heat to build between my legs. Elane moaned into Lizzy’s mouth and pulled her closer."

God bless, ya horny fucks

[paige-from-my-book]

Monday Smutday

Here’s an excerpt from my rugby story, Expelling Demons! This one will still take a while to finish so enjoy this little bit!

“Jordyn pants, pressing her lips into my hair. 

"I've… I've never come that hard before. Or even just come from doing…. That."

I don't even have to look up to see that Jordyn's face is smug and proud. "Well anytime you want to, go for it. Listen, I meant what I said when I said you don't have to do anything, but, um….. I kind of…. Really need to take care of something."

I lift my head to meet her lips. As we kiss, her hands feel me with more and more greed. 

"I mean, if it makes you really uncomfortable, I'll live, but fuck that was literally the sexiest thing I've ever seen and I'm so fu- oh Christ!"

I stop her rambling by moving to one side and gently pressing my fingers down her stomach from the wet spot where I’d just been until I'm in her boxers. 

"Chris," she whimpers in a higher voice than I've ever heard. 

"Show me where," I murmur in her ear, my lips brushing her. 

Her hand rushes to meet mine and lines two fingers up behind two of mine. She directs my fingers to small circles around her clit and her muscles in her neck and chest pop in a way I've never seen and I need more.

Her lips crash into mine as I use the motion she's just taught me and our tongues meet, drawing a groan from her lips. I can feel my own core respond, but I keep my focus. 

She bites my lip a little hard and winces. "A little more gentle," she requests. 

I ease up while making my circles slightly larger and realize there's moisture just under where I've been feeling. I follow the trail of hot moisture to her opening. 

"Oh my God," she whispers. 

Every muscle on her body is coiled in anticipation. So I slowly dip the two fingers into her. She takes a deep breath and her muscles grow somehow tighter. I slowly inch my fingers into her until my knuckles are pressed against her. She's so wet that they slide in with ease and her walls readily accept my fingers, clenching gratefully around them. 

A low, long moan follows the motion as her body goes slack with relief. Her eyes roll back as I enter her and once I'm completely in she weakly looks up at me.

"Are you sure that's not the sexiest thing ever?" I ask, unable to think straight as I feel her walls clench around me again.

"Please fuck me," she whispers into my lips.

[paige-from-my-book]

Monday Smutday!

Here’s from another sex scene in Blade of a Traitor (no, I didn’t write a poly lesbian Medieval story just for the smut and only realize a plot later, why would you think that?). Just a reminder you can find the link to all of my stories in my bio! Enjoy!

“Someone’s eager,” she noticed, her voice coated in amusement.

“Well, I was tired, but you�� have an effect on me,” I muttered back. Her lips met mine again and I felt her hands start to undo my armor. My breath quickened as she took my gear off and I couldn’t even wait until she was done to start taking hers off.

The moment my hands were done working her down to her undergarments, she forcefully pushed me down onto my bed. She knew just how I liked it. Before I could even prop myself up on my elbows, she was on top of me, holding my wrists down. I moaned against her lips as she thrust her hips down into me. She moved my wrists above my head and held them both with one hand, using the other to grab my backside. 

I sighed into her mouth as we broke away briefly. At my sigh, she slid her hand down my leg to my knee, pulling it up so that my leg was hugging her waist. My other leg automatically joined, wrapping her in my desire.

“Your majesty, you’re so beautiful,” Elane groaned as she pulled her face back. She kissed down my jaw to my neck and gently bit down. A moan escaped my lips again and I fought against her grip ever so slightly. 

When she felt the push, she thrust again into me, picking up a rhythm. I pressed into her with each thrust as we picked up pace. Her hand slipped under my underdress and moved in towards my core. God I was already ready for her to do something. She moved to look me in the eyes right before she kissed me again. Her look was searching, making sure that this was okay. But it was beyond okay. I needed her touch.

Her tongue worked its way into my mouth as her hips pressed down again and I couldn’t take it anymore. 

I pulled away just enough to murmur, “I want to touch you, too.”

“You’ll get what you get when I give it to you,” she whispered back. Her cocky half grin took all of my focus until I felt her fingers in a spot that took my attention elsewhere.

I couldn’t stop a pleasured cry from leaving my lips. It only increased as she kept going. And going. And going. I was panting hard after a few times and my arms were weak, so she knew they weren’t going anywhere. She released my wrist and my fingers curled to link with hers as she kissed down my neck and coaxed another set of crashing waves of pleasure through me. By the time she was finally finished with me, I was barely able to move. I couldn’t talk as I laid there and she gently kissed down to my collar bone. My breaths could only come out in small moans and whimpers.

[starkfish]

Petyr/Lysa: Basically anything involving his scar.

[starkfish]

ned/cat- safeword :)

“We need a word. In case one of us wants to end things.” Ned looks up, his brow furrowed; his eyes are doubtful as he tests the weight of the belt in his hand but she can see that his cock is hard through the fabric of his breeches, and so she knows there must be at least a bit of appeal for him. “What’s wrong with ‘stop’?” he asks, baffled. Catelyn perches beside him on the bed, thigh pressed flush to his. “Well, I might say stop but not want you to actually stop,” she tries to explain, and Ned frowns, dissatisfied with this answer. “If you tell me to stop, I’m going to stop,” he says stubbornly, and with a long suffering sigh, Catelyn takes the belt from his hands, letting the leather slip through her fingers. “Perhaps we should tie you up instead, then,” she suggests, her lips curving into a wicked smile.