#my bra just nearly broke a rib and I am not amused

[esmeriandreamer]

Look, unless you need it for the back support or you like it, you don't need to wear a bra. It's only for the aesthetic, makes your chest look nice and round without the nips poking out. If you feel the need to conceal your nips, get some pasties or something. Don't break your back or get heatstroke just because of the male gaze, it's not worth it.

[brokendevilwrites]

Nerd!Verse but make it Anya.

I’m going to split this particular ask up into sections as there was lots of questions and they weren’t in order chronologically, but also I wanted to write some little bits before I went back to work.

Anyway: Nerd!Verse presents...Anya.

Also very aware I don’t know my own timeline for this verse so if shit is out of place just, like, ignore it? Thanks loves.

[Find NERD!VERSE here.]

What does Anya say to Clarke after Lexa takes her back? from this ask

Lexa falls through the door around noon. 

She’s covered in rain and tears and regret and Anya ends her Skype call almost immediately, throwing out a harried excuse to her agent, and she barely makes it to Lexa in time before the brunette is dropping to her knees. Sobs rip through the girls rib cage and Anya can’t do anything but fucking stare at her. 

(She’s seen Lexa cry before; granted Lexa was six and she had just landed face first into some gravel at a pretty high speed. They never were allowed to ride their bikes down the hill after that…)

When she finally gets her act together Lexa has stopped heaving out sobs like they’re physically hurting her and she willingly stands up with Anya when the woman wraps her arm around her. Together they make it to the bathroom and Anya runs a hot bath for her friend, complete with the designer bubble bath stuff she was asked to advertise, and she helps Lexa to undress. It kills her to see her friend shake and she wishes she could un-hear the shaky ‘thank you’ that Lexa gives her as she removes her bra for her. Nobody should hurt like this, Anya thinks. 

As Lexa sinks into the hot water she seems to relax a little. There are still tracks on her cheeks and her lips are chapped and Anya doesn’t even have to ask her friend to explain what the hell is going on. 

She already knows. 

Clarke has done this before and Anya told Lexa she would do it again. She’s always been wary of the Griffin girl. Not to be mistaken with not liking her. Anya liked Clarke well enough and she thought she complimented Lexa greatly but she didn’t think they’d last and she hates that she’s right. 

They were too different.

Eventually one of them was going to break and Anya always knew it would be Clarke. Lexa was so deep in love she would have sacrificed herself to the Gods before she ever thought of upsetting Clarke. 

With gentle strokes Anya washes Lexa’s hair and she hopes the water is helping to warm her up. The weather is bitter outside; she’d wrapped up in several layers that morning to get some pastries for breakfast and she was on her second coffee to defeat the chill when Lexa had stumbled in, all heartbroken and sad and so unlike the girl she knew. 

Anya loses count of how long they stay there but when Lexa finally moves her knees are numb from where she’s been kneeling and Lexa’s cheeks are pink despite the now cool water. 

“I’m going to go to bed,” Lexa says and her eyes look so, so, tired but Anya knows that it’s not her body that’s tired. She refrains from saying anything about it being early afternoon, or that sleeping won’t help, and stands up with Lexa. Her friend looks so lost that Anya finds herself reaching for a towel and holding it wide. The action clearly snaps Lexa back into action and she bites out “I’m not a baby,” with an offended scowl.

“Get in the fucking towel, Woods,” Anya rolls her eyes but there’s no heat behind it, no malice. There never is. Lexa gives her a smile but it’s barely there before it fades and she steps out of the expensive claw-footed tub--a present from Anya’s dad when they moved in--and right into the towel. 

Anya wraps it around her friend and ignores the marks on her shoulders and her neck that tell the story of where she was last night.

“I’m ordering Chinese for dinner. Make sure you’re awake.”

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Anya clears away the cold Chinese when she wakes the next morning and puts it into the fridge with a note letting Lexa know that it is hers.

;;;;

Two days later she throws it away.

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To everyone else Lexa seems fine. 

She emerges from her bedroom on the third day looking like death and gulps down two cups of coffee and finishes a bowl of oatmeal. By the time Anya checks on her to see if she wants to go and meet Lincoln for some drinks she looks human again.

Lexa has always been amazing at putting on a show. She was incredible at it at high school, it was how she made her way to the top with such precision, and it’s clear that she’s a damn expert at it now.

During drinks it comes up in conversation that Clarke broke up with Lexa and Anya braces for the breakdown but Lexa takes a sip from her cocktail and shrugs, like it doesn’t matter, like she didn’t retreat for two whole days over it, like Anya hasn’t lost sleep.

“Is she okay?” Lincoln asks when Lexa goes to the bathroom and Anya stares at the space Lexa had been sitting in.

“I don’t know.”

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They go out one night and Anya gets so phenomenally drunk that she doesn’t realise that Lexa takes Clarke home.

She finds out the next day when Lexa slams around the apartment, nearly breaking a coffee cup with a picture of the moon on it in her temper, and Anya pauses her show to stare at her.

“She asked me how many girls I’ve slept with since we broke up,” Lexa gives as an answer and it makes Anya’s eyebrows fire up into her hairline. Lexa has barely been able to eat a full meal in the weeks since the breakup and Clarke is asking bullshit questions like that? “That’s not even something I’ve thought about but it’s something she thinks about me. Is that who she sees me as?”

Anya shrugs and unfollows Clarke on social media. 

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Weeks ease into months and soon Clarke’s name stops feeling like a grenade in Anya’s mouth. 

Lexa smiles again and she laughs in the way she used to and things seem to have settled. It’s on one of those nights--when Lexa is laughing and her eyes are bright--that she encourages Lexa to delete Clarke from social media completely. She’s been complaining about Luna non-stop and Anya is sure Lexa thinks they’re dating and she just wants to protect her best friend. 

Besides, how is she ever going to move on if the first thing she checks in the morning is Clarke's Instagram?

“There,” Lexa slurs happily around her wine glass and she drops her phone onto the couch triumphantly. It makes Anya happy to see Lexa so free, so carelessly her again, and she almost cheers in happiness. Almost. “She’s gone.”

And just like that...Lexa is sad again.

“She’s gone. It’s really over.”

Anya sighs and goes to the freezer to grab some ice-cream because Lexa is still heartbroken and Anya is her best friend.

;;;;

“Is Lexa here?”

“Who?”

“Anya, please,” Clarke begs. It’s pitiful, Anya thinks. She’s trying for the wounded look; big eyes, pouting lips, broken body. But it’s not going to work. Anya isn’t in love with her. In fact, Anya can barely look at her and Clarke is damn lucky she doesn’t slap her in the face right there. “I just want to talk to her. Please?”

She doesn’t spare Clarke another glance when she shuts the door in her face.

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Lexa crawls into her bed at about two am and Anya already knows the conversation that’s going to take place. 

“She’s going to break your heart again.”

“It’s mine to break,” Lexa tells her firmly and Anya agrees but it doesn’t mean she likes it. “You don’t have to understand, Anya. You don’t even need to like her. But please respect my choice to love her.”

Anya turns over in the bed. The sheets are satin and they feel nice as she turns which is lucky because expensive sheets put her in a good mood even if Lexa is making Anya angry enough to frown. 

Which she tries hard to not do. 

Any facial expressions tend to lead to wrinkles and she’s not about to lose out on a contact with the highest bidder just because Lexa is a dumb fucking lesbian.

“I’m on your side, Lexa. Always. But you think with your heart too much,” Anya tells her and that’s that. 

Talking about feelings isn’t exactly something they do.

;;;;

They’re having a games night and everyone's invited. Lexa and Anya host. Obviously. Their apartment is bigger than anyone else’s by miles and it makes sense because they also have two spare bedrooms. One is used as Anya’s dressing and filming room, whenever she’s doing something for YouTube or Instagram, and the other is storage but both have beds in and a place for people to crash.

Lincoln arrives with Octavia first. It’s kind of amazing how their friendship group remained so perfectly intact from high school. Anya has been friends with Lincoln and Lexa for as long as her memories go back and she doesn’t know how the dynamic would work if they had never met Octavia in freshman year. Costia had long since broken off from them but Anya still notices the likes on their pictures--only if Clarke isn’t in them. She definitely noticed that. 

Lincoln immediately heads to the ridiculously large TV and switches on the Sports Channel and loses himself. Lexa sends an amused look to Anya from where she is cooking up some tapas for the night. It’s always been like this and Anya finds herself at her most comfortable around her people.

And then Clarke arrives.

Clearly she doesn’t hide the annoyance on her face quickly enough because Octavia laughs around a mouthful of chips and Lexa quickly kisses Clarke to distract her. 

;;;;

Clarke wins at Scattergories like she always does but Anya finds she doesn’t really mind because Bellamy brought a bottle of wine that was delicious, but everyone else thought was awful, so Anya shared it with herself. Clarke is a lot easier to handle when she’s three-quarters into a bottle of wine and, really, Lexa should be thanking her. 

A ring interrupts them and Clarke excuses herself with a glance to her phone. Lexa uses the opportunity to pipe up, just as Anya is pouring her final glass, and honestly Lexa should have known what was coming as Anya finished the bottle off. 

She can’t be blamed. 

“Can you please be nice to Clarke?”

“I haven’t said anything!”

“Exactly,” Lexa snaps and she just looks at Anya like that answers everything. Anya stares at her as she sips her wine slowly and waits for her friend to continue. “Everyone else is including her but you’re completely being ignorant.”

“Maybe everyone else is being ignorant to how she dumped your ass and we had to fix it.”

When Lexa gets angry she twitches her jaw and it’s the first clue that Anya is pushing it too far. But the thing is, Anya wants to go too far. She wants Lexa to react. Besides that first day, where she completely broke, Lexa hasn’t really shown any type of emotion and Anya was born for the fight.

Clarke broke her best friend and Anya doesn’t think it’s fair that Clarke started this damn issue  without a single idea of how she was going to end it. It’s not fair that Anya picked up the pieces and Clarke gets to enjoy the finished product.

Just because Lexa’s forgiven her doesn’t mean she has to.

“Anya,” Lexa warns but then Clarke comes back in and immediately notices the tension. Anya can feel the stares of her friends but she’s never backed down from anything in her life and Lexa isn’t an exception. “Stop. My decisions are my own.”

“You make your choices. I make mine,” Anya shrugs like she isn’t fighting with her best friend. She can sense Lincoln tidying away the games as a way of distracting the rest of them and not for the first time she’s glad for his emphatic nature. Her eyes flick to Clarke, and she almost smirks at how the blonde flinches back slightly, but she continues regardless. “Difference is your choices are going to ruin you.”

“Enough.”

Anya breathes out laughter through her nose but she’s not amused. There’s no point in even trying to get Lexa to acknowledge what Clarke did--twice--because when Lexa sets her heels in then there is no moving her. It’s a flaw that’s going to get her into danger one day and Anya will be there to pick the pieces up once again.

“Maybe I should go?” Anya hears from Clarke and Lexa looks at Anya with so much fury that it makes Anya’s head spin with how quickly she can soften her features when she turns to Clarke.  

Anya practically growls. “Stop with the damn victim card,” she spits out because she’s so tired of everyone pretending that what Clarke did was okay. She broke Lexa’s heart for no fucking reason and then when she decided it was too hard being single she wriggled back into Lexa’s life and forced forgiveness from someone who wasn’t even fully over her. “I’m allowed to dislike you, Griffin. I don’t have to be your friend. Not everyone is going to think you’re amazing and that’s life. Lexa might have forgiven you but I remember what you did. The quicker you figure that out, the better.”

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For the first time since she bought their apartment Anya sleeps in a different building.

When she wakes up Lincoln is sitting on the chair next to the sofa and he nods his head at the bottle of water on the floor next to her. She takes the aspirin that lay next to it and thumps back into the pillows, a hand over her eyes, and she remembers why she hates Lincoln’s apartment. They have floor to ceiling windows that capture the light at all times of the day but they don’t have coverings for them and Anya wonders if this is what torture feels like.

“How much of last night do you remember?”

Anya groans. “All of it.”

“That sucks,” Lincoln says but he doesn’t sound like he feels bad for her. “You were an asshole.”

“I’m aware.”

“Are you going to say sorry?”

Anya just groans louder.

;;;;

Lexa doesn’t speak when Anya finally comes home and it’s such a full circle that Anya nearly laughs. She spots her reflection in the mirror next to the door and she’s glad she isn’t due to do anything until Tuesday because she looks ill. 

“We’re not kids anymore,” Lexa says and the way her voice has levelled makes Anya pay attention. Lexa has only ever really been angry a handful of times that Anya can remember, she doesn’t usually lose her cool, but for the first time in their friendship Anya is actually worried she’s taken it too far. “You’re not my mom. You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do. And if you’re unhappy with the decisions I’m making then I need you to talk to me. Throwing a tantrum is for children, Anya. We’re adults.”

Anya clicks her jaw in annoyance and says nothing.

“You’re my best friend. I need you to be on my side for this.”

“I’m the only one fighting in your corner,” Anya scoffs and she decides right then and there she doesn’t have time for this. Lexa can sleep with whoever she wants, she can fall in love with whoever she wants, and she can have her heart broken as many times as she wants. “I’m not about to pretend that what she did was okay just so I can spare your girlfriends feelings. She didn’t spare yours when she said you didn’t make her happy anymore. She didn’t spare them when she asked if you were sleeping with other people.”

“We’ve spoken about that. I’ve forgiven her.”

“Good for you. Forgiveness is the first sign of weakness,” Anya snaps before she takes a deep breath and wonders when she became her father. “You’re asking me to respect your decision to forgive Clarke, right? Respect mine that I can’t.”

“My relationship isn’t your business.”

“No. But you’re my business,” she says and Lexa stops at that, her eyebrows high. “You and Lincoln and Octavia. You’re all my business. I’ll protect you all exactly the same way and I’m not going to apologise for that because I know you’ll all be there when I need you too.”

Lexa nods and just like that they agree to disagree on the topic of Clarke Griffin.

---

Summer arrives and the tension lifts.

Anya tries to be civil around Clarke and, in turn, Lexa doesn’t try to push for everyone to get along. A lot of the time the easiest way of dealing with it is with avoidance and it’s working out for everyone so far. There’s no point in fixing what isn’t broken so Anya doesn’t speak to Clarke and Clarke doesn’t speak to Anya and it seems to work because their little group of friends intertwines enough that they never really have to interact.

Lexa has certainly been happier since forgiving Clarke and it’s so clear to see that denying it would be ridiculous. She hates being wrong but she secretly hopes Clarke proves her wrong about this.

“Thank you,” Clarke says as Anya stands in the kitchen of her apartment. She’s dressed in tiny shorts and a tight top and Anya wonders if she’ll be able to record the stuttering mess that will be Lexa when the girl sees her girlfriend. When Anya says nothing and takes a drink of water, Clarke continues. “For being there for Lexa. For looking after her. I didn’t do too great at that last year and I’m just really glad that she has someone looking out for her the way that you do.”

Anya doesn’t say anything and Clarke nods like she kind of expected that, her fingers curling in on themselves a little, and Anya watches.

“Your relationship isn’t my business. I’d never tell Lexa to choose and I never have,” Anya finally says and her glass makes a dull noise as she sets it on the white counter. “But I also know I should probably cut you some slack.”

It’s the closest Clarke will get to an apology or an acceptance and the smile Anya gets in return lets her know how happy Clarke is about it. “I won’t hurt her, or me, again.

“Don’t promise me. I don’t care,” Anya says with a cool tone and it makes Clarke laugh. 

;;;;

Lexa smiles at Anya later after whispering with Clarke about something and Anya knows it’ll be fine.

“Are you going to follow her on Instagram again?” Lexa asks later when they’re putting away dishes. Anya takes a plate from the rack and puts it in the cupboard, taking her time before answering.

“Absolutely not, no.”

[sassycassie-s-writing]

A Bad Beating

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood feat. the BatFam

Rating: PG-13 (for blood)

Original Idea: *shrugs* Shower probably for most of the story. I saw a picture of Red Hood with his helmet cracked and thought, “How bad would he have to get hit to break that thing?”

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) Eeek this was fun! It’s a little gory but not too bad! @welovegroot @batboys-and-other-messes

^^^^^

I groaned in complaint. We’d never had a fight this bad before.

Or rather, we had, but we’d never taken a beating this horrendous.

Seriously. The guys nearly wiped the floor with us.

Once the last goon was down, unconscious on a pile of his coworkers, I collapsed. First to my hands and knees, and then just slid face-first into the floor. Everything was sore, and something was definitely bleeding.

“I require medical attention,” I muttered into the ground before planting my hands against it and pushing myself up. “Everywhere.”

I looked up, ignoring my neck yowling in pain.

“Hood? Hood, you okay?” I asked, dragging myself across the broken concrete floor towards where Jason was lying facedown. “Hood? Red Hood?”

Arms shaking, he managed to get his face off the ground too.

His helmet was broken, cracked and missing most of the face, though his left eye was still covered. His face was bleeding and his right eye was going to develop a black eye soon. “I’m good. I’m good,” he muttered. There was blood on his teeth. “You good, Star Beam?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m good,” I panted.

Both of us stumbled to our feet, exhausted, leaning on each other for support. My suit was torn and there was blood in my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but then I remembered blood had DNA in it and decided I didn’t want to leave any more evidence about my identity at the crime scene than there already was. 

There was blood on my hands too. I wondered how much of it was mine.

Outside the dilapidated warehouse, Jason’s motorcycle was parked in front of a familiar vehicle—that I wouldn’t necessarily describe as a car.

The Batmobile.

Leaned against the Batmobile was a familiar figure.

Batman.

But it wasn’t Bruce’s jawline under the cowl.

It was Dick’s.

Damian, in his Robin costume, was standing next to Dick. His arms were folded and he was scowling behind his mask. “So that was a disaster,” he remarked.

“Shut up, brat,” Jason snapped.

“Jay,” I admonished. “He has a point. It wasn’t our best night.”

“To be fair, you two just took on thirty goons on your own all at the same time,” Dick said. “If it were anyone else they’d be lucky to take out two. You each got, what, fifteen? Give or take one or two? We were about to intervene but by the time we got here, you two only had two left.”

“You still could have intervened. My jaw would have thanked you,” Jason muttered, rubbing his jaw. “That last guy really packed a punch.”

“Maybe you should have let your girlfriend take him, then,” Damian snarked.

“Robin,” Dick warned quietly.

“Listen here you little—” Jason began.

“Hood,” I interrupted, elbowing him. “He’s just searching for a reaction.” I looked at Damian. “I’m not his girlfriend, Robin.”

Damian shrugged. “You’re clearly the more capable fighter,” he said. I bounced an eyebrow.

“Hey, gimme your keys, little wing,” Dick requested. “You two drive the Batmobile back to the cave. Robin and I will take your bike. You two are too beat up to balance on it.”

In a move that surprised me, Jason agreed with no argument. He dug his keys out of his pocket and threw them to Dick, who caught them deftly. Dick, in turn, threw the Batmobile keys to Jason. They bounced off his shoulder, but Jason managed to catch them.

Jason and I climbed into the Batmobile. Dick and Damian got on Jason’s bike. Once we were in the car, Jason pulled his broken helmet off and popped a molded mask onto his face.

“See ya at home,” Dick said over the comms.

“We’ll beat you there,” Jason said.

“Did you say ‘beat’ or ‘meet’? I couldn’t tell,” Dick taunted.

“Pick one,” I said. “Let’s go.”

The four of us took off.

^^^^^

“You are fortunate the consequences were not more severe,” Alfred said as he patched Jason’s worst injuries up.

“Yeah. I could be dead,” Jason replied sarcastically.

“Jay,” Bruce warned, not looking up from the computer.

“So why weren’t you out tonight? Why was Dick under the cowl?” I asked Bruce as Alfred turned his medical attention to me. I unzipped my suit and pulled the top off, leaving me in just my sports bra. My left shoulder had a large cut and I had something akin to road rash on my ribs.

“Alfred wouldn’t let me,” Bruce answered. “I broke a rib last week and I have to stay inside until it heals enough not to puncture a lung.”

“Good reason,” I remarked. “Missing the Nightwing suit, Dick?” I turned to look at Dick—then winced as it pulled on my ribs.

“A little,” he replied with a grin. “But I don’t mind all that much. Nightwing can have a couple nights off. Even if I can’t. But Nightwing fits me better, don’t you think?”

“Well the suit was tailored to your specifications,” I said sarcastically. “And it shows off your butt better since it doesn’t have a cape.”

“Shut up,” Dick snapped, blushing. I snickered.

“Yeah that’s gonna happen,” I muttered under my breath.

“So how’d it go?” Bruce asked. “I mean, obviously you two took quite the beating.”

“Beating? Beating? I haven’t had my butt handed to me that bad since the first days of training,” I complained. “We almost died. We’re lucky we even won.”

“There were thirty goons all at once against two of them,” Damian pointed out helpfully. I looked at him over Alfred’s shoulder. He was leaned against the computer desk with his arms folded. Why was he pointing anything out helpfully? He stood to gain nothing from informing Bruce what Jason and I went up against.

“Thirty?” Bruce asked.

“At least. That’s rounding,” Dick supplied.

“Felt like more,” I said.

“Not bad. If they were spread out and it was only a few at a time I’d be amused that you two got so near to defeat, but if it was thirty all at once I can understand why,” Bruce said.

Jason picked up his broken helmet with a disappointed expression. Alfred finished wrapping up my ribs and shoulder, so gingerly I got up, thanked him, and went to sit next to Jason on the floor of the Batcave. “Hey,” I said gently, nudging him with my good shoulder. “We did good. We still won.”

He smiled at me. “Yeah. Yeah we did.”

“Can’t even begin to describe how scared I was though,” I continued. Jason shot me a look. “Especially when I heard the crack of your helmet breaking. I thought it was a bone or your skull. It freaked me out. I’ve never been so close to death before within my own city. Out with a team somewhere else, sure, but not here at home.”

Jason wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “It’s okay, Star Beam. It’s okay.”

“You sure she’s not your girlfriend?” Damian snarked from his position by the computer.

“Shut up, Damian!” Jason and I complained at the same time.

“Case in point,” Damian remarked.

I rested my head on Jason’s shoulder, ignoring Damian. “Are you as sore as I am?” I asked Jason.

“Yup,” he agreed, leaning his head on top of mine.

“I’m just gonna… close my eyes… for a minute…” I mumbled.

“You do that, sista,” Jason yawned.

Both of us heaved a sigh and relaxed. I felt myself dozing in and out of consciousness. Somewhere, I thought I heard a camera shutter go off, but I was too tired to care. Everything was aching and I was definitely taking the day off tomorrow.

[yourcroweater]

A Little Wicked - Part VI

Chibs x Vivi (oc)

Warnings:: SMUT, swearing and wee bit of fluff; character death mention

Other parts are here.

Tag list: @telford-ortiz-teller @sam-samcro @soafanficluvr1 @jaaxtellerasf @i-am-the-luna @teller-telford-old-lady @grungedaddykinks @i-like-it-heavy-so-i-can-panic @meggzz21 @make-things-beautiful2 

As always, gifs aren’t mine, credit to their owners.

At first, the kiss was small. Although I told him he could kiss me, I sensed that Chibs was being cautious, like he was giving me an opportunity to back out. I was done backing out, I wanted this. He needed to know that, just like he wanted me to know that he’d never hurt me.

I raised my arms to circle his neck, bringing us closer still, as I leisurely slipped my tongue inside his mouth. He responded, not as tentative as before. More demanding as his tongue met mine, swirling along. The hand he had on my cheek moved to the back of my neck, his fingers delving into my blonde hair. His other hand, which was holding onto mine, raised so his arm could go around my waist to press me against him.

Our kiss grew urgent at the same time, like we were both hungry for each other. He pushed me back onto the stairs, one of the steps poking my ribs, as he moved himself over me without breaking our kiss. The weight of his body on top of mine was just the best thing I ever felt in a while and it was easy to ignore the pain on my ribs. I opened my legs to accommodate his body as I pulled his lower lip between my teeth. The way he groaned against my mouth sent a jolt of heat down to my loins and I rubbed against him as we kissed, doing my best to bring our hips together.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss and my hands immediately grabbed his neck to try to bring our lips back together. But when I tried I got resistance and opened my eyes, looking up at Chibs questioningly.

“I’m not havin’ ye for the first time on a porch, Vivi,” he said gruffly, our noses touching. I frowned, ready to protest and tell him that I didn’t give a shit where, I just wanted him. Right now. “There’s a bed inside.”

He rolled off of me and got up, extending me a hand to help me up. I let him help me get to my feet and I instantly grabbed his hand, pulling him to the cabin’s door with me.

I stepped inside with him, nearly slamming the door behind us. I turned towards him, grabbing his kutte and standing on my tip toes so I could kiss him again. I didn’t want to stay away from his lips for more time than I needed to. But before I could, Chibs picked me up and latched my legs around his waist.

“Oh, shit!” I said, a little startled because of the sudden movement. I laced my arms around his neck, chuckling, as I met his eyes. He chuckled a little bit too, but then the amusement on his face quickly faded to a burning desire. It was enough to start a teasing throbbing between my legs.

I lowered my head to give him a small kiss as he walked through the cabin, still holding me, and then just held him in a hug as I planted kisses on the curve of his neck, keeping my head out of the way so he could see where he was taking us. I sucked on his skin a little, nibbling it until I got another groan out of him. The grip he had around my legs shifted until he had his hands on my ass. I sucked the skin on his neck again and he grasped my ass a little more roughly this time.

He walked through one last door and Chibs lowered me to a bed until I was laying down. He stepped back, still standing so he could remove his kutte and black leather jacket, leaving him in a black t-shirt. I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked my shoes off, as he placed his jacket and kutte on the bed’s headboard. I sat down on the bed, scooting over to the edge, so I could undo his belt and pants, looking at him earnestly as I did so.

He dipped his head to kiss me, one of his hands holding onto the nape of my neck, as I pulled his pants down. He stopped kissing me so he could kick his pants and boots off, leaving him in boxer briefs. I could see his length straining against his underwear, and all I could think about for a moment was taking him in my mouth until I felt him on the back of my throat.

But then he pushed me back to the bed, climbing on top of me as I pulled a bratty pout. “I want to taste you,” I said throatily as he kissed the corner of my mouth.

“Don’t worry, love, there’ll be plenty of time for that,” he said against my skin while he lined my jaw with kisses.

I wanted to protest again but my answer got caught in my throat as his hands found my breasts. His lips moved back towards my mouth so he could kiss me when he pulled my black bra down, his fingers quickly covering my nipples and pinching them slightly. I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles together to keep him near, as a strangled moan tore out of me.

Chibs dropped his head to my chest then, replacing his fingers with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around my nipple and sucked on it harshly. I knotted my fingers on his graying hair, pulling him harder against me as I bit my lip, moaning low on my throat. He alternated between my breasts, sucking and nipping on my nipples.

He trailed down my breasts to my stomach while kissing and licking my skin. I squirmed under him, craving his touch and anticipating the feeling of his tongue on my core. I watched as he slowly pulled my jeans down along with my panties down my thighs. When he pulled them off completely, throwing them to the ground, he started to plant kisses up my thighs slowly until he reached my hips.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathed. “Please, Chibs.”

“Filip,” he corrected, meeting my eyes briefly before finally dipping his mouth between my legs.

I arched my back as I moaned in pleasure. His tongue laid flat on my clit, pressuring it and doing circular motions at first. He latched his mouth onto me while sucking my clit repeatedly. I grasped the sheets around me when he shifted positions so my legs could settle over his shoulders and he picked up his pace. He stopped sucking on my clit so he could kiss me there lightly, only to swirl his tongue again. He was going so slow, I was sure he was trying to torture me, or trying to make me beg for it.

“I need you inside me,” I whimpered, hoping to god that would make him come up and fuck me.

He stopped long enough to say, “Tell me how much ye want me, Vivi.” Then he sucked on my clit again, longer and harder this time.

I threw my head back with the feeling as my mind went blank for a moment. My entire body shuddered as he sucked again, my jaw going slack and stopping me from answering him. His big hands held my hips in place as I twisted them in pleasure.

“Holy shit,” I finally cried out. I swallowed down my moans as he sucked on my clit so I could speak, “I want to ride you until none of us can’t take it anymore, I want your cock down my throat so I can hear you moan, I want to-”

He broke away from me, standing up to pull his t-shirt off, and I immediately stopped speaking, letting out a whine. I missed the feeling of his tongue, his hands holding me tightly. It left my body tingling and I just needed more and more. I wiggled my hips to the sides, feeling as my wetness dripped down to the sheets with the movement. Chibs – no, Filip – stopped, watching me with a smirk when he reached over to his kutte and pulled a condom from one of its pockets.

Excitement rose inside me as he bit off the packaging and I sat down on the bed, bending my knees underneath me as I pulled my bra off my body. I watched as Filip pushed his underwear down with one hand, releasing his long hard cock, while the other hand worked to put the condom on. I bit my lip, imagining myself licking up and down his length and gagging on him. One of my hands travelled absently to finger myself while the other rose to squeeze on my breasts.

He stared at me like he was mesmerized and then, after pulling the condom on, he leaned forward over the bed, using his hands to crawl over to me. I laid back down, spreading my legs underneath him so he could get on top of me. His hair fell over my face, brushing over my cheeks as one of his arms circled my waist, smashing me against him. I moaned, loving the feeling of his skin against mine. His lips met mine a second later, his tongue pushing against mine as he deepened the kiss, his free hand coming to hold my neck. Before, he just tasted like cigarettes but now it was a combination between cigarettes and the slightly salty taste of my juices.

I held onto him and wrapped my legs around him as we kissed. I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my entrance and I wriggled my hips down, trying to angle them so he could go in. He buried himself inside me, filling me up completely in a swift movement and both of us groaned into the kiss. The sensation overwhelmed me for a moment, rendering me quiet as I tightened around him.

“Fuck me,” I said, pulling back from our kiss and staring into his eyes. “Hard.”

He pushed away from the bed and I let go of him so he could position himself on his knees, smirking as he lifted my hips off the bed along with him. He gripped my thighs, holding them tightly as he slowly pulled his hips back. He thrust hard then, forcing a loud gasp out of my throat as my walls clenched around his cock. And then he thrust again, and again, and again. Slow and hard until he increased his pace, going faster until he was pounding deep inside me.

“I’m gonna make ye come until ye can’t breathe,” he grunted, as he pumped in and out of me.

His words sent a shiver down my body, joining the pleasure that rippled on my loins. He kept his eyes fastened to mine while he pounded me and I bit my lower lip to keep myself from smiling. Not until a while ago he had been hesitant to kiss me and now he was fucking me so urgently, it’s like he was finally satisfying a desire he had. And to think that that desire was me made my walls tighten around him again. My hands crept up to my bouncing breasts, my fingers tugging at my nipples as I moaned out to the rhythm he settled.

Filip let go of my legs and grabbed my arms, jerking me up towards him. My breasts crushed against his chest as I gasped and my hair fell over my face with the abrupt movement. I quickly laced my arms around his shoulders to keep myself in place as he adjusted himself on the bed, sitting down so I could straddle him. His hands slid down my arms, caressing down my back until finally reaching my ass cheeks. His fingers sunk into my flesh so firmly that I was sure there was gonna be marks later.

I threw my hair away from my face with a head tilt so I could lean in and kiss him as I ground my hips on his. The way he moaned into my mouth was just the hottest thing ever and I rolled my hips around, sending him deeper inside me. I wanted to tease him with the movement but all I managed to do was send another wave of pleasure through my lower body, causing me to stop and moan loudly on his lips. Still with his hands on my ass, he forced my hips back and forth, almost demanding that I didn’t stop moving as he watched my reaction. I broke away from the kiss, my mouth hanging open in pleasure as he continued to move me.

“Oh my god,” I finally gasped out. And then he stopped, dropping his hands away from me, “What are you doing? Don’t stop! Keep going!” I protested, doing my best to mimic the way he had been moving my hips.

“Ye can do it, Vivi. C’mon,” he chuckled, seeing how desperate I grew as I ground myself roughly against him. “Aye, that’s it.”

“That’s it, huh?” I asked, just as I unlaced my arms from around him. Filip nodded, biting on his lower lip as he let me work. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him down on the bed, smirking at him. He looked pleasantly surprised as I took over control, using his chest to stay up as I rode him. His hands groped my breasts as I moved

I felt my walls clenching repeatedly as I rolled my hips around, I could feel myself near my orgasm. Watching the pleasure on his face was just enough to make me move my hips quicker, moans spilling out of our mouths with each faster stroke. My loins twisted in pleasure, rendering me weak and I slowed down.

“Oh no. No, no. Don’t stop now, love,” he muttered as his hands grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me down against him.

He smashed our lips together as he started to move in a merciless pace. His fingers tangled in my hair with both hands as he left kisses from my lips to my earlobe, where he muttered curses as he fucked me. Him whispering in my ear about how good I felt around him while he pumped in and out of me was all I needed and soon spasms broke through my body.

I felt his muscles tense beneath me and I knew he was close, too. Bliss washed over me as he went faster and deeper. My hips buckled and my eyes rolled back as I came in one intense moan. I couldn’t remember the last time I came that hard. Filip moaned out in what I guessed was gaelic, driving himself deep inside me and spilling out his release in the condom.

I crashed on top of him, resting my flushed cheek on the crook of his neck, the only sound was both of us panting. He untangled his fingers from my hair to glide his hands down my back. I turned my head a little so I could catch his eyes and I saw him gazing at me. He kissed my lips softly, his tongue snaking out to lick my bottom lip.

“That. Was. Fucking. Amazing,” I said close to his lips, my voice hoarse from all my moaning.  

He chuckled and kissed me again, “Agreed.”

When I finally regained my strength, I got under the blue bedspread, pulling the covers up to my chin. With so many trees around blocking the sun, the cabin felt pretty chilly after my body cooled down. I didn’t usually stick around after sex, but this time I was going to. Chibs – it was still kinda weird thinking about him as Filip instead of Chibs, being as I knew him for three years by his nickname only – came back from the bathroom after cleaning himself up and snuck under the covers with me, both of us still naked.

He gathered me up in his arms when he laid down and I rested my head on his chest, draping an arm and a leg over him. I sighed happily as I listened to the thumping of his heart within his chest. One of his hands moved to comb through my hair as the other drew patterns on my back, occasionally drifting over to the deep scar on my back. If I could stay like this with him forever, I would. I felt so warm, so protected with his broad body near me.

Still, there was something bothering me – I didn’t need to share it with him, not now, but I felt the need to. I would be getting something out of the way. There wasn’t another moment that I could do this without feeling like I was vomitting something on top of him.

“Y’know,” I started, my voice more like a whisper, “you can fuck me raw next time we do this.”

His fingers stopped combing through my hair momentarily but then he continued. He stayed quiet for a moment and I moved my head on his chest, looking up to to watch his face. His hooded brown eyes met mine, his eyebrows doing a little twitch.

“I’m STD free,” I said quietly. “I do tests whenever Lyla does, which is like once a month.” He nodded. “And I won’t get pregnant,” I added in an even smaller voice.

“Yer on birth control?” He asked, keeping his face blank.  

I broke my eyes away from his, staring down on his dollar tattoo. I moved my hand to his chest so I could trace the tattoo with my fingers. The tattoo with the name of his daughter was just beneath it. My index finger followed the lines of his tattoo as I kept quiet. I had started to talk but now I couldn’t bring myself to keep going. Chibs was deadly silent. His chest stopped moving as he waited for me to answer. I could lie to him, I thought to myself, but why would I start lying to him now? I didn’t lie to him from the start. I was honest with him, just as he was with me.

“Not really, no,” I finally answered, still not meeting his eyes. “I’m infertile. It won’t matter if you come inside me or not. And condoms bother the hell of out me,” I added, trying to sound lighter.

“I’m sorry,” his voice sounded deep with my ear on his chest.

“Don’t be,” I forced a laugh, “it’s probably easier this way. I shouldn’t have told you that now, I kinda ruined our moment, didn’t I?”

He stopped caressing my back and raised his hand so he could tip my head up, making me look at him. “Ye didn’t ruin anythin’, Vivi. Ye tellin’ me this only made me like ye more. It means ye trust me.”

I didn’t need to force a smile. At first, telling him seemed like a good idea, but when I got around to doing it I found myself nervous and uncertain. I wasn’t sure where sleeping with Chibs would lead me to. We had feelings for each other, we both admitted it, but there was nothing set in stone. I was a crow eater who was way younger than him, by twenty years at least, and he was the president of Samcro – a title he didn’t choose, and probably didn’t expect to receive so soon after Jax took over. Now, after I told him something that nobody else knew about, not even my brother and sister, and saw just how understanding he was, I relaxed.

My distrust in men caused by Pete didn’t bother me anymore, at least not when I was with Chibs. But my infertility really was something I needed to share. If this little thing between Chibs and I developed into an actual relationship then I didn’t want to get months or years into it before I told him about it. I needed to just get it out of the way and see how well he would handle it. Being infertile bothered me sometimes, I loved kids and I always wanted to have them, two or three of them, but it never made me feel like less of a woman – I knew some people saw it that way, though, and I didn’t want to be looked at that way. Especially not by Chibs.

I pulled the hand I had on his chest up so it could rest on his cheek as I stretched towards him. I pressed my lips to his, a dumb smile still spread on my face. “I do trust you,” my voice muffled as I kept kissing him. A thought crossed my mind and I shrugged mentally, thinking, oh well, since we’re at it.

“Does it bother you that I’m a crow eater?” I questioned, backing away from his lips to watch his face.

He furrowed his brows while shaking his head to the sides. “I told ye I don’t see ye this way.”

“I know that but it’s not what I meant,” I said, raising my brows at him. I was pretty sure he got my meaning when I asked him and he dodged the question. “Does it bother you that I fu- slept with most of your friends?” Figured I shouldn’t use harsh words if this was a sensitive subject. I have some tact, okay? Just enough, actually.

“A bit,” he sighed. “It’ll really bother me, though, if ye fuck one of ‘em after this,” he planted a kiss on my lips so I could understand what he meant. “You’re with me now.”

I smiled up at him before laying my head back on his chest.

There was a few months since I last slept with one of the guys, close to seven months actually since I had sex with, well, anybody. None of the Sons came over to me with sexual intent in the past months, not since Tara died – her death really took a toll on them, and I stepped up along with Gem and Wendy to look after Abel and Thomas; maybe it was then that the guys started seeing me more as family instead of just a crow eater, like Tig said.

I wasn’t one to throw myself over the guys as other crow eaters did, I’m not saying I’m better than them for this, but it just was never my style. I became a crow eater with the sole purpose of getting protection if Pete came after me, so when any of the guys wanted to hook up with me, I didn’t mind it – it was a small price to pay.

“Thank you, Filip,” I said softly, snuggling up closer to him.

“For makin’ ye come?” He asked with a laugh.

“Shut up,” I giggled, slapping him lightly on his shoulder and he laughed some more. “But that, too. I was trying to thank you for being patient with me, for understanding my reasons,” I locked my eyes on his, hoping he would comprehend how much that meant to me.

His hand slid down my back, the other one still combing through my hair, his fingers followed the reddened scar that cut through my side, from my lower back until it ended underneath my right breast. It was shaped like a half moon, as deep as his cheek scars, and one of the reasons I was so hesitant about Chibs before.

“Ye don’t need ta thank me for that, lass.”

I was about to lay my hand back on his chest when my eyes caught something just at the bedside table, past Chibs. Before, I’d been too distracted by the cabin’s flashy hunting decor to notice it, there were some stuffed fish on the bedroom’s walls – which was way better then having a deer head mounted there to watch me have sex – along with old photos and fishing tackle. But now the book resting on the wooden bedside table had my full attention. It was a hardcover edition of  Salem’s Lot by Stephen King. The cover was worn out at the edges, the pages yellow, maybe it was older than me. Maybe, just maybe, it was first edition. My mind flashed back to my book collection back at home. I had most of Stephen King’s books, but Salem’s Lot wasn’t one of them – and I wouldn’t find one of those anywhere else, especially in small Charming. 

My eyes must have bugged out or my mouth fell open while looking at it, because Chibs turned his head to see what I was looking at. He chuckled as soon as he saw the book and reached so he could get it.

“Careful, lass,” his voice low on his throat as a playful smile twitched on his lips. He held the book away from my eager fingers. “For a moment there ye looked way more interested in th’ book than in me.”

I opened a grin for him, using all my charm, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist it. “I would never,” I said, dragging out my words. “It’s just that I can multitask.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, his tongue pressing against his lower lip. He was so attractive, god, I could just lean over and bite his lips when he did that.

“Let’s see if ye really can multitask,” he raised an eyebrow. “Get over here.” He untangled his hand from my hair, waving me over, as he handed me the book with his other hand.

Pulling my brows together, I broke away from his body and sat down next to him, shrugging off the covers so I could accept the book. His eyes lazily slid down my body and I shuddered with the want the rose inside me. I swung a leg over him, as he told me to, so I could straddle him. His hands immediately slipped under my thighs and he lifted me, causing me to gasp in surprise, bringing me forward, over towards his face. I looked down to see Chibs’ face between my thighs, the book still well between my hands as I moved my hips, yearning for that first lick, which he didn’t grant me.

“Go on, read the book,” he told me, his breath tickling me deliciously that close to my core.  “Out loud. I wanna see how far ye can get before I make ye come,” his accent became thicker with lust.

His hands on my thighs brought me down then, making me sit on his face, and just as I opened the book, my fingers curling in anticipation, I felt his tongue lapping on my clit.

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~Remote Controlled~

TITLE:Remote Controlled

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One-shot

AUTHOR: bookwarm85

WHICH JAI/CHARACTER: Eric & Reader Wife

GENRE: Smut

FIC SUMMARY: Eric doesn’t like being told no and revenge is a dish best served...in public...

RATING: NSFW

WORDS: 2,291

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You groaned loudly as your alarm sounded. You picked the clock up and threw it across the room; it wouldn’t be the first time you had to buy a new one because you “accidentally” broke it.

You wiped the sleep from your eyes and grin as you remembered all the devious things Eric had done to you last night, the telltale ache between your legs only made your grin wider.

You reluctantly began to pry Eric's arms from around your waist, which earned you a sleepy grunt and the arms tightened, bringing you closer to his hard, naked body as he placed open-mouthed kisses against your delicate flesh. You whimper as your head automatically tilted to give him better access.

“Eric,” your whine erupted from the back of your throat caused him to chuckle.

“Just like that baby…” He purred seductively.

“Eric, you know we have a meeting…” You gasped as he nipped at your earlobe.

“I know,” he murmured in a bored tone.

“Eric.” You warn him. He only snorts in reply. “Fine then,” you say and jab your elbow into his ribs which causes him to loosen his grip just long enough for you to slip out of his arms.

You grinned smugly as his angry expression, which quickly melted away into a heated smirk, he slowly licked his lips before his eyes travelled up and down your naked body.

“This meeting is important, you would think that the most “powerful” leader in Dauntless would understand that and be ready to go,” you remark offhandedly.

“I am always ‘ready to go’, Y/N,” he growled as he rolled out of bed and began to dress.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve grown...soft... since getting married,” you impishly said as you rummage through your closet for a fresh uniform.

You weren’t expecting to be pulled back against him, your body immediately melted against him. You feel the bulge pressing into the curve of your butt as he growled before taking a handful of your hair and pulled your head firmly to the side before biting your shoulder, causing your eyes to roll, then he tenderly licked the wound.

“I’m gonna make you pay for that,” he whispered in your ear before planting a soft kiss behind your ear. Your knees grew weak, then you turned to meet his liquid metal gaze.

He pulled back to give you a scowl before attacking your lips, sucking on your bottom lip before gently nibbling it before releasing it with a pop.

You couldn’t deny the little thrill of excitement that raced through you at his words, you giggled as he reluctantly let you go, then you disappear into the bathroom, you him  roar in frustration followed by a crash from the bedroom and nearly choked on your toothpaste.

You return to the bedroom to find Eric sitting on the bed all ready to leave. His hair was groomed to perfection and his piercings glint in the light.

You lifted your brow at him and he shrugged.

“I told you, I’m always ready.” His impassive expression gave way to a full smirk.

You notice the bright red underwear set lying next to him on the bed. You look at him questioningly.

“Wear these, it’ll give me something to look forward to,” he smiled. You return his smile with an approving nod.

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“There have been reports of hostile activity in the Factionless sector, Erudite seems to think that they may be planning something. We’ve received some new data on the new serum they’ve been working on…” Max’s voice faded away as you felt a peculiar sensation between your legs.

You jolted for a moment and quickly regain your composure, quickly scanning the room to see if anyone else was affected by the sensation, and found that everyone else was paying attention to Max except...Eric.

A few moments later you are hit with another buzzing sensation between your legs, this time it was stronger and aimed towards your clitoris. You bit your lip to keep from groaning out loud, you once again scanned the table only to see Eric staring at you his mouth upturned in a small smirk. You narrowed your eyes when you were hit with another powerful vibration that had you crossing your legs.

You moaned loudly but disguised it as a cough.

“Y/N do you need to go the infirmary?” Max asked you, you quickly shook your head. “As I was saying…” He resumed his report.

You gritted your teeth and scowl at Eric, which only served to amuse him further. The vibrations grew and you had to lean back in your chair, you were grateful that no one could see your hips bucking against the vibrations under the table.

“I believe Y/N has some very interesting views on the serum Max.” Eric said in a amused tone.

If looks could kill, Eric would be on the floor, you kicked him hard under the table but he barely flinched. Your reward was an intense wave of pleasure as you neared an orgasm, you bit your lip and fanned yourself, a warmth flooding your entire body.

Your nipples tightened, and your whole body became alive with pleasure, your eyes flutter closed as you began to feel your orgasm approaching, your pulse quickens as you fight to keep control.

“Y/N!” Max called you name.

You opened your eyes to see everyone at the table staring at you, you take a deep shuddering breath and try to ignore the clenching of you inner muscles.

“Um, I think it’s a good serum” you squeak. “A ‘good serum’?” Max questions you with an annoyed look on your face.

You nod quickly as another wave hits you.

Your head snapped to Eric once again, a loud whimper escaping you as the strongest of the vibrations hit you, causing you to orgasm in front of everyone. You slammed your hands on the table as your hips work back and forth as you ride your orgasm out, your insides fluttering. Your whimpers began to die down as you felt moisture soak your panties.

You gave one final look to Eric, whose gray eyes were blown wide with lust. You stood shakily from your seat and walked over to him, grabbed his collar and pulled him to his feet.

“I need to discuss something privately with Eric,” you stated, already pulling Eric towards the other conference room.

As you slammed the door behind you, Eric opened his mouth to speak but you sealed your mouth to his before ripping the buttons open on his uniform shirt desperate to touch his naked skin, wanting to mark him, and ran your nails down his bare chest. He growled before grabbing you and pinning you against the door, his erection pressing firmly against your thigh as he grinded himself against you. Despite having an orgasm your center throbbed for his attention, your skin felt like it was on fire and only he could douse the flame.

You groaned as his mouth attacked yours, his tongue battling with yours for dominance as you ran your fingers through his hair before yanking it and jerking his head back. He groaned and hissed in pleasure.

“What did you do?” You question before biting his neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he purred as you licked the wound.

“You know what, I think you’re lying.” You growled before claiming his mouth again. You tucked your hand into the waistband of his pants and lightly trailed your fingertips down his semi-hardened length, he groans before breaking away from the kiss with a hiss of satisfaction.

“Are you lying to me baby?” You purr seductively before grabbing the back of his neck and bringing your teeth to the delicate flesh where the shoulder and neck meet, your bright lipstick leaving a perfect imprint of your full lips.

His lips buck in the air, a whine sounding from his throat as you chuckled ruefully and ran your fingers through his hair to muss it up, chuckling lightly at the annoyed look on his face.

“You know I don’t like it when you lie,” you say before claiming his lips in a swift kiss, undoing his belt and quickly slipping it from his belt loops. His mouth desperately seeks yours while you grab his hips and pull him to you and granted his tongue access to yours allowing  your tongue to tangle lazily with his.

His hands buried themselves in your hair before they ran down your back and gave the curve of your bottom  a firm squeeze. All the while, his mouth never left yours. You take his cue and jump into his arms. He takes your lips between his teeth with a half growl, half chuckle and walked the pair of you towards the table.

Your fingers made quick work of the buttons your shirt and bra, he let you down so that he could get rid of his clothes as well. You were both naked by the time you got to the table, where Eric placed you on the table quickly taking his place between your legs and burying himself to the hilt.

You both cried out and it took a moment for you two to regain control, he felt so good inside of you, his absence no longer mourned. You look into his intense eyes, the pupils blown and full of lust. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips and his tongue darted out to slip between your lips.

You hooked your ankles as he started to thrusting inside you, moaning loudly as each stroke ignited a new desire inside of you. Despite your previous orgasm, your body was more than ready for him and craved everything he had to offer.

“You feel so good, baby.” Eric mutters between his teeth. “I love touching you, I want to bury myself inside you and never leave.” He groaned out after a powerful thrust.

“Eric,” you moaned as you scratched at his back and bit his shoulder. His hips stuttered as you bit your way up his neck and stop at his ear.

“You need to be punished for lying to me,” you purred.

You  quickly flip him over so that you are now on top, Eric’s eyebrow piercing twinkled in the light as his eyebrows arched in surprise.

“So you aren’t allowed to touch me, your hands are to remain at your sides at all times, understood?” You questioned, his only response was a nod. “Good boy,” you praise with a smug grin.

You caressed his muscular chest before you resumed the pace he had previously set, adding a twist of your hips as you neared his tip. A loud grunt sounded from his lips as his eyes fluttered closed as you leaned back using his powerful thighs to steady yourself.

Just the fact that you had Eric on his back and completely at your mercy was nearly enough to send you over the edge. Eric was always in control, in all areas of his life he exercised restraint, but now he had relinquished control and nothing could have been sexiier.

“Open your eyes,” you commanded breathlessly, his eyes slowly open, his irises completely gone as he lost himself to the pleasure coursing through his veins. You wrap your arms around him as your pace quickened, no longer able to continue with the charade.

“I love you,” he whispered, the feeling his hot breath against your neck sent chills down your spine.

“I love you too,” you whimpered out, your hips rutting against his.

The tiny bubble that had grown in the pit of your stomach was ready to burst. You began to ride him in earnest desperation to see him flushed with the same ecstasy that was overtaking you. “Sit up.” You ordered. He quickly obliged.

His hips began bucking up against yours, your hands interlocked behind his neck while a pur emitted from him. You scratched as his nape as he took your lips in a ferocious kiss as you were thrown headfirst into your second orgasm of the day. Your body curled around him and his arms pressed you further against him and with shout he joined you in the foggy bliss of oblivion.

Tiny shudders wracked you as your muscles relax, with Eric nuzzling your cheek with a hum of contentment.

“Are you okay?” He inquired softly.

“Yes I am, but you won’t be,” you told him. “Why’s that?” He frowned.

You pull away to capture his gaze. “What happened during the meeting? What did you do?” You interrogated.

“Well, I may have used a connection of mine in Erudite,” he shrugs. “To do what?” You asked him with a puzzled frown.

Eric chuckles deeply before pressing a kiss to your forehead, you pull back with a grunt.

“To do what, Eric?” You questioned him once again.

“Let’s just say all of your panties have a new feature,” Eric teased. “Like what?” You grilled him.

“Built in vibrator.” He admitted.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words come out. Instead, you smirk at him.

“I’m very upset, but I have to admit it was very impressive,” you giggled, resting your head on his shoulder.

“We should get back to the meeting,” you reluctantly suggested. “Forget the meeting, I’d rather focus on the beautiful woman in my arms”, he replied. “Aww, the fearless leader has grown soft,” you teased him with a pout.

He pins you to the table his newly hardened erection pressing against your thigh.

“I’ll show you growing soft,” he quipped before pressing into you once again, you giggled, ready to lose yourself once again in the man you loved.