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fanficshiddles · 4 years ago

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Private Party, One shot

Summary: Robert Laing enjoyed the parties held in the high rise, especially the New Year’s Eve parties. They were always a blast, usually lasting a lot longer than just one night. But this one was extra special, because his eye was captured by the newest young resident of the high rise.

The both of them bring in the New Year with a bang.

Just some dirty smut with a Dominant Laing.

When Robert laid eyes upon her, she was dancing with a bottle of champagne in her hand, chugging straight from the bottle.

Richard Wilder was chatting to Robert, but he wasn’t listening anymore, not now that his eye had been caught. Wilder noticed though and smirked. ‘Ah, you’ve spotted the fresh meat.’

‘What floor is she from?’ Robert asked, taking another puff of his cigarette before handing it to Wilder.

‘She’s below you.’ Wilder then chuckled. ‘I am guessing soon to be literally too.’

Robert looked at his friend and winked, then started prowling across the room towards her.

When she spotted Robert coming towards her, with meaningful and determined steps, she felt a stirring down below. He was wearing a suit, with a loose tie and his sleeves were rolled up his forearms. His hair was a little messy from the party that had been going on all day, even though it was only eleven at night, still an hour to go before the bells.

Before Robert reached the new beauty, he had managed to grab an unopened bottle of prosecco from the table in passing. He slipped an arm around her and pulled her flush against his body, she could feel a bulge pressing against her stomach already.

‘Why hello there, aren’t you a pretty little thing?’ He purred into her ear, making her shiver.

‘You’re not so bad yourself, big boy.’ She smirked up at him.

Robert chuckled and tightened his arm around her as he tilted his head to the side. ‘Why don’t we go and have our own party?’

She didn’t need to be asked twice as she allowed the Doctor to whisk her away to his apartment with the bottle of prosecco. Robert opened it on the way and they kept taking turns drinking it. By the time they reached his apartment, it was almost finished.

As soon as they got in the door, Robert slammed her against the wall and started kissing her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She dropped the bottle in surprise, neither of them cared that it smashed at their feet.

Their hands were all over each other, in one another’s hair making a mess. Robert grabbed hold of her thighs and hiked her up, pushing against her so she could feel his bulge very evidently against her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and then he carried her outside to his balcony. They could hear the music from the party upstairs blaring down.

Robert put her down on the table and stopped kissing her long enough to tug at her dress, pulling the neck down far enough to reveal her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so he had good enough access to squeeze at them, dipping his head down he suckled on her nipples in turn, making her throw her head back in pleasure as his tongue lavished her.

She reached down and grabbed his cock through his trousers, squeezing him. ‘Oh my! You are a big boy indeed.’ She giggled, feeling the length of him as he grew harder.

‘Ohh fuck!’ Robert moaned and bucked against her hand.

He stopped fondling her breasts and stepped back out of reach so he could undo his tie. ‘Stand up.’ He growled as he pulled it off.

‘What are’ She was cut off when Robert spun her around roughly and grabbed her wrists, forcing them behind her he swiftly restrained her hands behind her back. ‘Ooooh!’ She cooed excitedly.

He flipped her dress up and gave her ass a smack, making her gasp in delighted surprise. Robert guided her over to the edge of the balcony, forcing her to lean forward over the edge so her breasts were hanging over the wall.

Robert tore her panties clean off and quickly stuffed them into his pocket for later. Unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock free, he wasted no more time as he stepped right up against her and slapped her pussy a few times with his cock, making the both of them moan. He could feel how wet she was for him already.

‘You naughty little slut. Letting a complete stranger take you back to his apartment to ravage you.’ He nipped on her earlobe as he pushed the tip of his cock into her, making her cry out in pleasure as she was forced to accommodate him.

‘Ohhhh yes! Please, fuck me!’ She screamed when he was sheathed halfway inside her.

‘With pleasure.’ Robert growled.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he tugged hard, forcing her head right back so she could see him from above her, upside down. His nostrils were flaring as he started pounding into her, the buckle on his belt was slapping against her harshly, but she didn’t give a damn. It wasn’t the only pain she felt, her scalp burned under his grip and her hands were squashed between her back and his body as he moulded himself to her while he fucked her over the edge of his balcony.

The angle wasn’t quite right for Laing though. So he pulled out of her, making her whine in disappointment. But she was turned around and lifted up so her ass on was on the wall, putting her in an even more dangerous predicament.

But it was perfect for Robert as she was able to wrap her legs around him at the right height and his cock slid smoothly back into her. She cried out again as her walls welcomed him in, squeezing him tightly as he hit spots within her she didn’t know existed. The new position allowing him to get much deeper.

Her hands grasped at thin air behind her as the tip of his cock bumped against her cervix, making her cry out in a mixture of utter bliss and pain.

One of his large and capable hands was splayed across her back, making sure she wouldn’t fall backwards to her death while he thrust into her repeatedly, hard. Perhaps fucking her to death instead, which was a much better way to go, she decided.

His other hand was back in her hair, forcing her head right back so he had all the access to her neck that he wanted. Sucking and biting her, leaving his mark on her for everyone to see.

She couldn’t stop moaning as he fucked her into oblivion, she started to cum repeatedly on his cock. Robert was able to push through it, he was enjoying her far too much to be done with her so soon. So even as he came for the first time, he didn’t pull out and emptied himself into her, filling her up so much that she felt his seed oozing out of her when he started thrusting again.

The squelching and lewd noises that came from between their bodies was drowned out by the roaring and cheering from upstairs as they started to count down to the New Year.

When the clocks struck midnight, Robert came inside her once again, setting off another orgasm for her too.

Both of them were panting and trembling as Robert pressed his sweaty forehead against hers. ‘Well, Happy New Year.’ He grinned.

‘Happy New Year indeed.’ She giggled.

When Robert pulled out of her, he stepped backwards and took her with him so she was safely on the ground again. She thought that was it over, but did wonder when Robert didn’t release her wrists from behind her back. Instead, he started removing his belt from the loops while he watched her intently, licking his lips.

‘You don’t think this is over already, do you?’ He asked with a smirk as he moved in close to her again.

‘I… I don’t know.’ She said as he slid his belt around her neck and made a loop out of it through the buckle so it turned into a slip lead of sorts. She gasped as he tugged her towards him, making it tighten around her neck.

‘This party is only just beginning, pet. And it lasts for days.’ He grinned.

She looked down and saw he was hard again. Without needing to be told, she sank down onto her knees beneath him with a smirk.

#tom hiddleston #robert laing #Dr Robert Laing #high rise #fan fiction #one shot #private party #robert laing x OFC

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we-are-swearwolves · 4 years ago

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Strip Tease In Reverse

Or “Putting On Clothes Can Be Sexy Too.”

A Coops fic of @lumosinlove ‘s Sweater Weather power couple getting ready for An Event.

Their sex life was healthily balanced, Remus would say.

It varied between sleepy sweet morning sex, playful Ohh come on I dare you sex, desperate I want every bit of energy you have left, Captain sex, out of this world transcendent how the hell did I find this man, every part of my body feels alive sex.

This morning they Did Not Have Time for sex. Or at least that was Remus’s position.

He was sitting on his heels at the bottom corner of their bed, arms crossed trying to stare down his fiancé who was evidently not inclined to move, but who would love a Little bit of afternoon (It’s 11 a.m., Pads) delight, Loops, how bout it?

“We really can’t, we have to get ready.” Re had forced himself out of bed, was already wearing a fresh t-shirt and underwear. Sirius, not so much.

“Boooo. Tired of me already?”

Half a beat of incredulous silence and then, “It is quite an ordeal, having to have an amazing, understanding, affectionate fiancé, along with –” He gestured vaguely to the truly indecent visual he had of Sirius, naked tangled in a white sheet that he knew felt so crisp it should be illegal, “–all of this. Woe is me. Absolutely terrible.”

Sirius smiled, and, seemed to be kind of poking fun at himself, but mostly making a promise when he said, “Only for you, you know? Just you.”

Re smiled, soft and fond, “Yeah, baby, I know that.”

He leaned in for a kiss, mouth, tongue– before interrupting himself with an “Actually,” Cheek, jaw, neck, a sharp scrape of his teeth as he made his way downward, “it’s kind of hot.”

“Mmm?”

He leaned back and let his eyes move over Sirius' face, neck, tousled hair, chest. To see him, yeah, but also to make Sirius feel beautiful; to let him know that someone he loved was looking at him and wanting.

“That I get you all to myself. That I’m the only man who gets to have you,” he smiled, “I think it’s kind of how you feel when you see your name on my back.”

It’s as if he could sense Sirius’s center of gravity drop to his hips, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuck. Yes. I– I want that. I want to make you feel that way.”

Sirius was trying to contain the smile on his face, but he couldn’t, not really.

“You like being all mine, baby? Everyone looking, but only I get to see?”

That was it.

“Fuck being on time, I want to stay here. I want you right now.”

“Really?” kiss “You want it rushed? Quick and dirty? Because I’m more in the mood to take our time today,” kiss, he pulled back to look Sirius in the eye, his nose scrunched, a little bit teasing, “Oui?”

God, the look that Sirius gave him then.

“How about it huh? Can you get through this day? We’ll go, we’ll play nice, and you’ll have some time to think about what exactly you want me to do to you tonight.”

“Yes, fuck,” he said, rushing out like he’d been waiting to say it, but hadn’t wanted to stop Remus from talking.

“Good.” Kiss. “Now come on,” he said, pulling Sirius to his feet and toward the closet.

“Actually,” he said, turning to stop Sirius with a hand to his chest.

“God, Re, you and your ‘actually’s today. You’re gonna kill me.”

A smile, and then he stepped closer, right into Sirius’s space, his clothed chest against bare skin. What little air there was between them heated, as if Remus could feel the blood rushing through Sirius’ body from where he stood. Hot, for him.

“Wait here.”

Sirius froze, standing naked in front of his lover because Re had asked him to.

Remus loves Sirius’s power. He loves to go to his hands and knees for him, arch his back and feel a hand holding him there, pressing down as he’s fucked. Sirius grabbing at him and fucking like he himself will break apart if he doesn’t, break right apart. Re loves it when he fucks, and fucks, and fucks because he knows that Sirius will break apart and he wants it to be inside of him. And he knows that Sirius needs to be inside him too, when it happens; he needs Remus to contain him, to catch him when he falls.

He loves when Sirius rides him, high after a win or a hard practice, when he spends the rest of his energy ‘taking it, oh god yeah that’s right baby, you’re taking me so well,’ leaning back and bracing himself on Re’s legs, his posture open and accepting. When he wants it, feels like he’s earned it, and he lets himself have it.

Remus loves these things, but goddamn does he love to be gentle with Sirius, loves pressing affection into every bit of his skin. He loves that Sirius lets him.

Remus went to the closet, and came back with a garment bag and a dress shirt laid over his arm, a tie draped around his own shoulders, in one hand a pair of fresh underwear, socks, an undershirt, a belt; in the other a pair of black dress shoes. He set it all on the bed, then turned to Sirius.

“‘Montre moi?’ remember?”

‘Show me.’ Watching each other over a phone call.

Sirius fucking remembered. There was a bit of a glint in Sirius’ eye and he adjusted his posture, stood straight and open.

[He knew he was attractive, but the only person he let make him feel beautiful was Remus, and it gave him the confidence to stay like this. Locker rooms and team showers his whole life, he’d spent a good deal of time without clothes on around other people. Doing this made him feel actually, truly naked.]

“I’m going to cover you up, ok? Put you together. And later I’m going to take you apart. But this first. Yes?”

Sirius’s eyes changed, darkened. “Yes.”

Remus sank to his knees. He pulled the underwear up Sirius’ legs, tucked him safely away. He lifted each of Sirius’s feet to pull on the socks, hands gentle on the backs of his calves. Pants next (‘Good thing this pair is dark, isn’t it? Don’t wanna give the game away.’). Belt, left open for now. He tied Sirius’s shoes.

Remus stood; Sirius’s eyes had changed again, now so tender it almost hurt to look, like couldn’t believe this was happening.

He pulled the shirt over Sirius’s shoulders and started in on the buttons. He could see Sirius’s hands clench, unclench, trying so hard to keep still, knowing Remus wanted him to. “Tragic really. A crime to cover your chest like this. An absolute,” kiss, “travesty.” Re tucked in the tails of his shirt, fastened his belt. Closed the buttons on the cuffs of each sleeve, letting his touch linger on Sirius’s hands.

(Not quite holding, but close enough.)

He flipped Sirius’s collar up & tied his tie slowly, letting Sirius’s gaze linger on how his hands were working the silk.

The suit coat last, pulling the button home, before letting himself look up.

Sirius’ eyes were a little misty now, his mouth was open.

Re reached up to tuck a piece of his hair behind his ear, cupped his cheek. Kiss.

“Wanted to take care of you. Thank you for letting me, baby.”

Remus wondered if the effect of calling Sirius ‘baby’ would ever fade. He hoped it wouldn’t. Right then it seemed to wake every bit of Sirius up, make him accept the challenge of waiting.

Looks like they were going to have been looking at you all night, wanting you to fuck me over the nearest surface and having to hold back sex tonight.

Could be worse.

#lumosinlove #sorry for tagging you twice today; I Will Chill #sweater weather #sweater weather fic #coops #wolfstar #this is a lil spicy #sirius black #remus lupin #sara don't read this either #mine

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thelovelyghostwriter · 4 years ago

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KuraNeon: Taming the Brat

The title says it all. I decided to write a short PWP because well.. I don’t know. I just need Kurapika/Neon horny content. I wanna thank @itsmyara for suggesting to me a dialogue when I was stuck.

Rated Explicit (Brat Taming, Degrading, Spanking, Mentions of Daddy Issues).

Words: 744

"Enough, Neon-"

Kurapika's voice boomed across the room that looked shaken due to Neon's temper tantrums. The staff felt that she was too much to handle following a meltdown because their flight to Jappon was cancelled due to bad weather. Her tantrum was so uncontrollable that they had to call in Kurapika.

"We'll talk in my office. Now."

She awkwardly stood up and followed his command.

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“I said stay still,” Kurapika reminded Neon with a stern voice. Neon had her torso on the side of the couch, face down and her ass up in the air.

"You ought to understand that you can't control the forces of nature, Neon," he scolded.

"But… but!"

"No buts-" He interrupted. He lifted her skirt. Pink, huh? Adorable. He caressed it and gave it a tight slap. She squeaked.

"No means no, Neon. You need to understand that, you spoiled girl," he scolded. He removed her panties. It dropped to her ankles.

He checked her pussy. He chuckled inwardly at her arousal. "I haven't even done anything yet," he commented, and removed his leather belt.

"Don't be so cocky! I really wanted us to go to Jappon but this stupid weather, ah-!" She halted when he pulled her hair.

He bit her neck. "Don't you dare talk back. You know what you did was wrong," he whispered in her ear. The hostility was crisp.

"Then that's too bad," she stuck her tongue out, "are you going to punish me? Ohh! I'm so scared." She smiled deviously at him, a temptress that invites him to sin.

She really wanted to go on a vacation with just the two of them, he was too busy to spend time with her recently. She has to make-do with this situation as he's giving attention to her now.

He frowned. He formed his belt into a loop, so that the buckle and the tip meet. “Fine. Remember you asked for this. Don’t regret it,” he warned. He struck her butt cheeks with the curved part of the looped belt. Just enough for her to feel the impact. She shut her mouth. No. She refused to make any noise to give him any satisfaction.

He squinted his eyes. He knew she was determined. Truly, a brat. He struck her twice, a little harder this time.

“Your father did a terrible job of disciplining you-”

He struck three times. She gripped a nearby pillow. It was getting harder to conceal her reactions.

“Giving everything you wanted. By not scolding you, you’re spoiled rotten-”

He stopped for a while to give her a break. He caressed the reddened skin of her bottoms. “Not to mention, your fucking disgusting hobby-”

He struck again, this one stung a bit for her. She heaved. He exhaled in gratification upon knowing that she was slowly giving in. He hit her a few more times, until a small squirm escaped from her lips.

“Like it when I hit you?” She shook her head violently. She looked back at him, and pouted. He pried her legs open and dipped his finger inside her heated and wet core. He observed, “this says otherwise.” There was a tinge of contentment in his statement. She felt humiliated. He rubbed the swollen clitoris. Her breath hitched.

He leaned onto her. “Neon, all you have to do is to apologise and say you were wrong for having a tantrum. And that you won’t do it again,” he whispered into her ear. He nibbled on it. She shivered, but remembered her stance. She shook her head.

“No?” He pushed her blouse up to her head, and attempted to remove it from her but she held onto them.

“Don’t defy me. You’ll regret it,” he said sternly. He tore the blouse away. The bra was next to be gone, leaving her only with the skirt. He kneaded her already-aroused nipples. She shut her eyes, agonising between two options: either admit defeat and be humiliated, or stand her ground.

“I’m being generous here. Just apologise-” He licked the back of her neck. She wanted to explode.

“Mmm… Never!” She screamed, indignant. She stared into his reddened eyes with equal stubbornness.

Kurapika held her jaw. “You disappoint me,” he replied, “and your smart mouth… Extremely disrespectful.”

An idea formed in his head. “Your mouth… needs to learn when to shut up,” he said. He unzipped his pants. She deeply inhaled. Fear and excitement rippled through her.

She scowled, “do your worst.”

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A/N: This is kinda rushed so there might be some grammatical errors.

"Why ship Kurapika with Neon? She's a brat and he probably gets annoyed with her."

Uhh fam, THAT'S EXACTLY why I ship it. 🥵🥵 {I know everyday I stray away from God. Ugh why do I like this 😂😂}

#kuraneo #kuraneon #kurapikaxneon #kurapika and neon #smackity smack smack #kuraneon fanfic #kuraneonfic #kurapika tames the brat #kuraneon pwp #should i post on ao3?

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leafs-lover · 4 years ago

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 18

A/N: Bold is text messages. There really isn’t a lot of development, more so a smut chapter.

Summary: As Valentine’s Day approaches you and Fred take steps forward in your relationship.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst (maybe?) Smut, male and female masturbation, phone sex, anal sex (just a lot of sex).

Word Count: 4700

Series Masterlist

Chapter 18

February 14, 2023

“Are those yummy?” you say watching your son eat his heart shaped pancakes. “How about you eat some of the fruit though bud” you joke.

“He has maple syrup, why would he eat fruit” Fred laughs over Facetime.

When he has been at home you have been spending some time as a family, but you still have nights apart at your own apartments. You have been at your apartment recently, as he is on the third day of his road trip.

You haven’t discussed labels, but you have been talking on the phone more than normal. While it wasn’t unusual for you to Facetime during road trips so he could see Oliver, it was uncommon for him to call multiple times a day, or when he knows Oliver is asleep just to catch up with him, but this had become the norm during this road trip.

“Yeah I should have given him the pancakes after, but these are super cute” you explain tilting the phone for Fred to see.

“Not as cute as my Valentine though” you say “I mean he has syrup on his face, smushed blueberry in his hair, strawberry juice has dribbled down his chin onto his chest. Every girls dream.” you place a kiss on Oliver’s cheek.

“Thought you don’t like Valentine’s Day. Two years ago you told me it was a stupid glorified holiday” he says.

“I believe I said restaurants, flowers, chocolate weren’t the real meaning of the day. Not that it was stupid” you explain when you hear a knock at the door. “I’ll be right back someone is at the door.”

A couple minutes later you walk back in to the room carrying a bouquet of white lilies.

“So you remember I said flowers aren’t the meaning of Valentine’s Day, but you still bought me some" you say setting the gorgeous bouquet on the counter.

“Not from me, maybe you should check the tag” he says. You reach over and pull the tag and read it.

You laugh slightly “I see you found a loop hole.” You hold the tag up “these are from Oliver.”

“Wow so thoughtful of him” Fred jokes. “Anything else come with them?”

“No, just this. Why?”

“No reason. I have to go to morning skate, talk to you later. Bye Ollie, love you.”

You continue on with your day, a few hours later you are watching it snow when there is a knock at the door. You open to find 3 different sized boxes waiting for you. They are all neatly wrapped in white paper, with a silver bow.

You take a picture and send it to Fred.

(Y/N): this just arrived at me place. Any idea what they are?

F: Nope. Not from me 🤷‍♂️

(Y/N): Guess I will just open them now :)

F: Just wait for me to finish dinner then we can open them.

(Y/N): Hurry up or I will sneak a glance ;)

An hour later you finish putting Oliver to bed when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

“Hey” you whisper

“Hey, why are you whispering?”

“Just put Oliver to bed" you whisper turning the camera to face him so Fred can see him sleeping in his Penguins pyjamas.

“He was up a little late today”

“Yeah he was protesting bedtime, it was a fun night. How was dinner?” you ask. Fred sets the phone against the wall and begins to tell you about his evening. You are paying attention until you notice Fred is getting changed from his dinner outfit. You watch Fred unbuckle his belt, and pull his pants down leaving him in his boxers. You stare at his thick thighs, a soft moan slips from your mouth as he bends over, grabbing a pair of pants from his bag.

He quickly turns around as a blush creeps over your cheeks, “checking me out?”

“No I wasn’t” you quickly lie.

“No need to be shy” he says holding the phone up to his face.

“I uh, I was -"

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“Can I open my Valentine’s Day gifts now” you ask trying to change the subject.

He laughs “for someone who doesn’t like Valentine’s Day gifts you are awfully excited.”

“I never said I don’t like presents. I just don’t think they are necessary, and on point with the day. But they are here so I can’t let them go to waste.”

Fred chuckles “okay go ahead, what one do you want to open first?”

“Oooh I want to open the big box first!” you exclaim grabbing the box.

He laughs “okay, that’s something for when I get back”

You slide the bow off before removing the sparkly white paper. You open the lid to the box and peel back the white tissue paper and see black lace crotchless lingerie with garters. You clench your legs together thinking of how you’ll definitely need your favourite toy later that night. “I see" you clear your throat “and uh, when will you be back?”

Fred chuckles “5 days.”

“Hmph. That’s so long” you wine.

“You’re telling me. I have to spend the next 5 days thinking of what you’ll look like in that.” That causes you to laugh slightly “I want the little one now” you say tearing the paper off and opening the box. You pull out 2 different size plugs. Fred laughs “that’s a just in case present.”

You raise an eyebrow “in case you want to, you know” he pauses as a blush crosses his face.

“Do that again?” you continue as he smiles nodding.

“It was fun last time" he finally adds in.

You smile at him “Yeah it was” you say reminiscing the last time; you can feel yourself soaking through your underwear. Its crazy how just a few words or his brown eyes glancing at you can have you falling apart. “Okay now the last one"

“The really fun one" he says. You tear off the paper before holding it up to the camera. “So I know you take care of yourself, I heard you through the door last Christmas.” A blush creeps across your face soft oh leaves your lips.

“Don’t be shy skat, it’s hot. When I think of what you’re doing without me I immediately get hard. But I want to take care of you when I’m on the road, or those nights when you opt to not hang out with me, I want to show you what you are missing out on.”

He pulls his phone into the screen “I’m talking to you on my tablet. Now get into bed so I can treat you right.”

You give him a questioning look as he pulls his phone into the cameras view. “It is Bluetooth and I have the app on my phone, I set it all up before I left.”

“How are you going to use this and talk to me?” you ask.

You listen running down the hall to your room. You close the door and set him on the side table while you take your shorts and underwear off and climb in. You are so excited you are practically dripping down your legs. “Shirt babe” Fred says. You peel the shirt over your head and unclasp your bra freeing your tits.

“Fuck I love your tits” he says through the screen as you run your hand over one, gently playing with the nipple. You stare at Fred through the screen, as you rub your nipple through your fingers. You continue to massage yourself keeping eye contact; Fred pulls his boxers off freeing himself. You hear his hard member slap against his stomach before he grabs himself in his large hand and begins stroking himself.

“I wish this was your hand” you moan “or your mouth.”

“Fuck, me too babe. Move the camera" you lower it to closer to your core where you know he wants to see. “You wet?”

“Mhm I’m soaked. I have been since you took your pants off” you say bringing the toy down and sliding it along your folds a few times lathering it in your juice.

“I knew you were looking" he says chuckling as you grin “slide it in.” You oblige and push it in as your breath catches in your throat, you hear Fred groan through the screen. The vibration start to turn on, you feel some different paces and patterns as you moan loudly.

“Ohh” you moan loudly as a very fast pace starts, then you feel it slow down. Fred plays around with the settings trying to determine what you like best.

“Set me up so I can watch your face and you pussy. I want to watch will I destroy you” he says into the phone.

“Fuck” you mutter while you bring the camera beside you propping it on the table. Fred is stroking himself at a faster pace while staring directly at you; you feel the vibrations become very intense.

“Babe if you do that I’m not going to last" you say as Freddie grins.

“You’ve never said no to two before" he smirks. “You’re close eh?”

The vibration becomes even more intense as you cry out as your orgasm tears through you. Your hands grip the bedsheet, knuckles going white. You almost pass out it’s so intense; you whisper Fred’s name and various curse words.

He keeps the pace on high until you come around from your orgasm. He lowers the speed slightly, but it’s still a lot for your sensitive cunt.

“Fred” you pant “it’s to…I need…fuck” you moan the pace increasing slightly preventing you from forming a coherent thought.

“No it’s fine; I know you can handle it.”

“No. Fred. Fuck” you scream your legs sliding on the bed.

You feel your second orgasm approaching, still not recovered from the last one. You close your eyes and moan loudly indicating you are very close when you hear Fred “not yet, wait for me"

Your eyes snap open and you look to the screen and see Fred pumping himself. “You have you wait for me.” The vibrations change slightly

“I can’t” you whine.

“Wait for me" he snaps, vigorously pumping himself.

“I wish that was me" you say trying to bring his high faster. He looks to your eyes “wish it was my pussy wrapped around you. That you would finish deep inside me, filling me with your warmth.”

You hear him mutter Danish curse words. Your high is so close and you will do anything to get him to his when you feel the pace speed up to the highest setting.

Your head falls back as you groan, gripping the bedsheet, your toes curling. “Fuck" you spit out as you clench around the toy. You are unable to hold it back, but you don’t care. Your legs shake as you clench the sheets tight; a loud moan leaves your lips. You look into the screen just as Fred reaches his climax, Danish curse words spewing from his lips as white ribbons spill onto his stomach.

“That was" you start to say out of breath, as your eyes are shut.

“Fred” you moan, the toy is still inside you vibrating inside you. You expect him to turn the toy off, but instead you feel the vibrations changing. Different rhythms and patterns pulse inside you, you are so sensitive you reach down to pull it out but are unable to focus enough.

You feel the vibrations slow down and you finally open your eyes and look at Fred. Your hand reaches and grabs the end of the toy “no don’t” Fred says through the phone.

“What?” you ask. “I don’t think… there was two…I can’t” you whine. The vibrations are on a low setting, but you can still feel it inside your walls.

“If you really can’t I’ll turn it off skat. But I know you and your body, if I was there you would be having another” he says moving closer to the camera.

“We both know you can” he smirks at you. “The first night you had 4, and you’ve done it a few times since then too.”

“Freddie” you groan your tone more stern than before.

You take a deep breath; you didn’t even notice that the speed of the toy had picked up its speed inside you until you moan loudly and grip the sheets. “I knew you wanted another” he says. “Move the phone lower for me skat I want to watch.”

You pant looking at him, still feeling the slight vibrations from inside you. He smirks at you before continuing “the first one would have been my mouth. I would have licked up your folds a few times before slipping my tongue inside you. I would lick up inside your walls and suck on your clit, my face pressed hard into you.”

“Fuck” you mumble as Fred keeps talking. “I would take my time drawing your orgasm from you, your juices finally dripping down my face. Just as you recover I would slip my fingers in you. They would be curled deep inside you hitting your g-spot. They would be moving fast, your second orgasm quickly approaching.”

You oblige and move the phone down “Freddie” you groan. “What else would you be doing to me?” you ask.

A devilish grin comes across his face, and a chuckle leaves his lips. “Well after you finish on my fingers, soaking them in your cum I would stop them inside you, giving you a minute to relax. When your breathing has returned to normal I would pull my fingers from you, drawing a light whimper from your lips.”

The vibrations have increased to a fast pace, your legs squirming slightly. “Then I would slip inside of you, pumping slowly in…”

“No fast” you cry out “faster Freddie!”

You feel the toy increase to the fastest speed of the night as he continues to talk to you. You don’t hear any words he is saying as the ball deep in your stomach begins to bubble up. You hear a few words as you try to hold the phone steady for Freddie to watch you. Your third and final orgasm comes, exploding from you.

“Oh my god” you whisper when you refocus and realize the toy has stopped, you slowly pull it out of you and take a few deep breaths.

“Skat” you hear and you pull the phone up to look at him and see it is covered in a sticky mess. “You squirted babe” he chuckles. You think for a second before realizing what he said and what is coating your screen.

“Oh my god” you bring your other hand to your face trying to hide the embarrassment.

“(Y/N/N) don’t hide your face that was fucking hot” he says as you bring your arm down and attempt to clean your screen. “We’re definitely doing that tomorrow night” he says causing you to laugh, but also agree.

“Hey” you squeal jumping into Fred’s arms as he drops his bag at the door to catch you. His strong arms wrap around you as he carries you to the couch, you peppering his jaw and neck with kisses. He sits down as you cuddle into his arms “missed you too” he laughs, kissing you on the lips.

He played a game in North Carolina and as soon as he got off the plane he came right to your place to see you and Oliver. He told you the trip was really long, and he didn’t want to wait until the following morning to see either of you.

He brushes the hair from your face gently “you didn’t have to wait up for me” he says seeing your heavy eyes. “Yes I did, you don’t have a key” you say groggily snuggling in closer.

“Well go to bed dear; I’ll be there in a bit. Just going to unwind a bit.”

“No, I’m want to stay here with you, I missed you it was a really long road trip” you sigh “and you smell really good.” He chuckles kissing your head, he strokes your hair as you doze off. You stir slightly an hour later when Fred shifts under you. You look up at him as you lean in closer and wrap your hand around his neck. “I was trying not to wake you" he says carrying you bridal style to bed.

He gently places you on the bed and pulls the duvet up over you. He crawls in beside you and gently kisses your lips before you fall back asleep.

“Is that yummy bud?” you ask as he is eating cheerios with his hands, slobber everywhere.

“Dadda” Oliver says smiling. Fred walks over and picks him up “Hey Ollie, I missed you so much little man” he gives him multiple kisses on his cheeks causing Oliver to laugh.

Fred puts him back in his highchair and looks to you seeing the massive smile on your face. “What” he asks.

“Nothing that was just really cute” you explain sipping your coffee.

“I am pretty cute” he jokes pouring himself a coffee. “I ordered dinner for tonight. Thought we could have a family dinner, I’m off today...”

You kiss him on the cheek “sounds perfect.”

Later that night you stand in your closet looking for an outfit. It’s just a night in with the three of you, but you haven’t seen him in so long. You plan on wearing the lingerie Fred bought you and consider dressing up but ultimately settle on something simple, opting for leggings and a sweater.

Before pulling your leggings you open the box with the two plugs Fred bought for you. You coat one in lube and gently slide it in, moaning at the feeling before pulling your leggings on overtop your lingerie. During dinner Fred tells you stories about the road trip and you try to listen, but most of your attention is focused on the feeling of your ass. Oliver babbles to himself, likely inputting more to the conversation than you do.

After dinner Fred takes Oliver to bed and you pull off your clothes, leaving you in your lingerie. He walks into the kitchen to get a drink without looking to you in the living room. “You alright (Y/N/N) you seemed distracted tonight.” He questions finally looking to you “fucking hell” he mumbles “didn’t think this would look this good.” You laugh as his lips crash into your capturing you in a sloppy kiss.

His hands slide gently down your back, grazing your ass. You shutter as he grazes the plug you have inserted. “You’re killing me babe" he groans as you raise your eyebrow to him.

He immediately rids himself of his pants and you see how tight his boxers are, his erection straining his fabric.

“Miss me babe?” you question innocently.

He drops his boxers, his cock springing free as he sits down pulling you onto his lap. He pushes two fingers in gently to your folds “you have no idea” he slowly fucks you on his fingers allowing you to adjust to the feeling with a plug in.

He picks you up and brings you to the bedroom, you see him gulp as he turns you around. His hand caresses your ass a few times before he gently pulls the plug out of you, setting it on your dresser. He pushes you forward to the bench at the end of your bed. He slides his two fingers back inside of you, pumping them in and out. He pulls his fingers out and you spread your legs. Your brace yourself on the bench as he slides into you, his fingers dance near your sensitive hole.

He bottoms out before almost pulling completely out, his hands tightly grip your hips as he pulls you back onto you. You moan loudly as he pumps in and out of you. “Fuck babe” he groans pulling you back, your ass hitting his pelvis.

He reaches around to pull your breast, pulling the fabric down. He massages it and pinches your nipple, all while continuing to thrust into you. He moves his hand up to grip your throat and he pulls you up closer to him. Your back is pressed against him as he bites into your neck. You groan loudly as your orgasm comes over you. You thought your legs were going to give out as you spasm around him.

Fred keeps his pace pounding into you, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. He releases your throat bringing his hand back to your hips, you feel him getting sloppy behind you as he pushes hard into you. He spills deep inside you, his fingers digging into your hips holding you in place.

He stayed inside you for a minute before finally pulling out of you; you collapse on the bench as Fred falls onto the bed beside you. He brushes your hair from your eyes and smiles at you “you’re incredible you know that?” he questions lightly.

He slides down the bed, his face in line with yours. He kisses you passionately; you finally pull away push on the bench to get up. Fred quickly grabs your wrist and brings it to his semi-hard member. You smile and take him in your hand stroking him up and down; you bring your lips to his and kiss him. As you lean in further Fred pulls away from you and gets out of bed. You look at him confused as he places his hand on your back and pulls your lingerie down your thighs. You move to roll onto your back, but Fred firmly grips your hips holding you in place.

“You didn’t think we were done did you?” he questions running his hand down your spine and over your ass. His finger dances around your hole “you got this all ready for me skat” gripping your ass tighter. “Be a shame to let it go to waste eh?” he questions as a whimper leaves your lips. He moves to the side table and grabs the bottle of lube, when he returns you have lowered your face to the bench sticking your ass out for him.

Fred chuckles as he coats your hole slowly pumping his finger in your hole. He pulls his finger out and you feel his tip nudge your hole, he slowly pushes in you and you cry out gripping the bench.

“You okay?” he asks stilling inside you.

“Yes. I’m so good” you hiss, you feel Fred slowly pull out and rock back into you. He sets a slow pace; gently pulling you back onto him, pumping in and out with ease. “Babe” you groan pushing yourself back fully. You pull forward and begin to increase the speed of your hips, Fred notices and his speed matches yours.

“You feel so good” he mumbles thrusting in you. His grip is firm, his nails digging crescents into your hips. Your knuckles go white as you tightly grip the bench below you; you begin to feel your walls tightening around him.

“Fuck babe, you close?” Fred asks feeling you tightening around him. You whine out in response as your head falls onto the bench while he rocks into you. His pace is fast, and you can feel him becoming sloppy behind you.

Your pleasure is building up, and you feel waves of pleasure coming over you. Your face is rubbing against the fabric of the bench as your ass contracts around Fred.

“Fuck smuk” you hear behind you as Fred pulls out. You collapse on the bench and you feel warm ribbons coat your back and ass. You lay there for a minute when you feel Fred pick you up and carries you to the bathroom turning on the shower. He gently strips your remaining lingerie off of you, your legs are still uneasy so Fred holds you in place, peppering you with kisses on your neck and jaw. He pulls you into the shower; your arms snaked around his neck for support. You pull your head back and kiss him while the warm water hits your back. Fred reaches behind you and grabs your shampoo, gently massaging it in your hair. He pulls the removable shower head off and gently washes the shampoo out of you.

He puts it back on the holder and massages conditioner into your hair. You look up at him grip his hair tightly and pull his lips down to yours. He pushes you back against the cool tile and kisses you lightly. He pulls back and places soft kisses on your cheek, as his hands are on your hips. He presses his forehead to yours looking deeply into your eyes while you gently run your hands through his hair.

“Du er utrolig” he whispers before he gently glides you into the water stream rinsing out your conditioner. Next he reaches for your body wash and lathers you in your pomegranate body wash, upon rinsing you off he kisses you on the lips.

A few moments later he wraps a towel around you and gently dries you off. He leaves and comes back with track pants on as he hands you your pyjamas. You walk over to the sink and start brushing your teeth as he comes up beside you doing his. He stares at you through the mirror the entire time. You spit the toothpaste out and rinse your mouth; you move to leave the bathroom when he pulls you back.

He reaches to get the shampoo when he notices you have bought his brand of body wash and shampoo products. He looks at you and you just shrug your shoulders “you’re here enough, figured you would like to use your own stuff.”

He kisses your cheek “thanks, but I do like smelling like you” he says. You laugh while he quickly washes himself off.

You crash into his hard chest as he bends down putting his hand on your thighs lifting you up with ease. He carries you into the bedroom, and lies down keeping you on top of him, your hand and head resting on his chest. You listen to his heart beat, as he gently strokes your side.

Fred breaks the silence “what are we doing (Y/N/N)?”

You turn slightly to look into his brown eyes as he searches yours for an answer. “This has been fun and all, but I can’t keep doing this if it’s only fun.”

“I don’t know what we’re doing Fred” you explain. He goes to turn his head to look away but you reach up turning his jaw to keep his eyes locked on you. “I don’t know where we are heading, but I don’t want to stop. I’m enjoying this, all of it. The cuddles, the conversations, the sex” you say with a grin and chuckle “and the family time. But” you pause for a minute before continuing “but I also enjoy having time apart. I want to keep seeing you, but also have time and space away from you if that makes sense.”

“Yeah it does” he says softly but you don’t think he fully agrees.

“I’m just not ready to move in and be with you 100% of the time, I’m not there.” You reach into your side table and pull out a small velvet box and hand it to him. He gives you a questioning look before he opens it and pulls out a key as a smile crosses his face. “So I don’t have to stay up until 2am waiting for you” you explain.

“So you want to live apart and keep up with the shared custody. But also go on dates and have family time the three of us?” he asks closing the box, setting it on the table beside him.

“Yeah” you say softly “is that okay?”

Fred stares into your eyes before pulling you in softly for a kiss “yeah, it sounds perfect.” You lay your head back on his chest and listen to the gentle sound of his heart beat as you fall asleep.

Next Chapter

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okk--maaan · 5 years ago

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Smut Prompts #53 with Charlie 😅😅😅😅

Hiya Sweet Thing! So I def took some creative liberties with this prompt lol. I was stuck on it for a while until this idea popped into my empty lil head! Granted it’s not the most original premise (actually very inspired by @ohiobluetip‘s Snackler Sweet Nothings - thanks for the inspo G! hope this is ok!) but I hope you enjoy it none the less!

WC: ~1.2k

CW: lil bit of power play, calling Charlie “Mr. Barber” for some reason, COCKWARMING (yeah that’s right), public sex?, D/s undertones, orgasm denial kinda, my love for precum and letting you know how large Charlie is

You found yourself complaining a little bit throughout the day. About how early it was. About the stops you had to make on the way to the rehearsal space. About all the running around you had to do once you got there. About how late it was. But it didn’t bother Charlie. Not really. He knows how tedious and frustrating these parts can be. So he let you go on.

But not before he gets another idea. An idea he’s been thinking about all day.

As you ride home on the train, you’re ranting about how someone moved a costume piece somewhere and it took you an hour to find it and it was in a really dumb place. Your hands are waving this way and that way to match your exasperated expression. Charlie is only half listening at this point, more focused on his notes like he usually is on your evening commutes. But as he comes to the last little pen scribble, he figures this is the time to make his move. You’re still talking when he looks over at you with his best unimpressed face. Your wild hands fall tame in your lap when you meet his gaze. Taking advantage of your momentary silence, he gets all in your space and says, “Anymore from you and I’ll have you across my lap.” Your eyes go wide and your mouth hangs slack. It’s not like him to talk to you like that, in that tone, in that manner. Blinking away your initial shock, you raise an eyebrow at him, challenge him. But he already knew. Already knew that you wouldn’t submit to him that easily. No not you. A devious grin tugs at the corner of your mouth as you lean right back into him. “And what if that’s what I want, Mr. Barber?” you whisper, letting his name drip off your tongue with sticky sweet suggestion. You can see the flame flickering behind his irises with how close you are to him. The way your breath dances across his lips makes them tingle and makes his cock twitch in his pants. He almost can’t contain his excitement knowing that you’re going to play along, play with him.

There’s still a while before you get to your stop, so Charlie looks around, grabs your hand and leads you to a less populated part of the car, under a light that’s blown out. He lowers himself onto the bench and tugs you along with him, situating your ass right on his lap, right on his growing dick. You swing both of your legs over to one side, loop an arm around his neck and you swear you hear the faintest moan leave him just from that little bit of friction. He grips your chin between his forefinger and thumb, pulling your face towards his. Your lips are only millimeters apart. You want to kiss him, but he’s holding you just firm enough that you can’t go anywhere. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asks with raised brows. “Depends on what you have in mind, Mr. Barber,” you throw back at the same time grinding your hips down into him. His jaw flexes and he gives your face a little shake. He moves in to close the distance between you, but instead of going for your lips, he dips his head at the last second to peck and nip at the skin under your ear. You let your eyes flutter closed as you take in the sensation of his soft lips exploring that sensitive spot. You’ve only been at this for a few minutes, but you’re already so hot, so wet for him. His fingertips skim feather light up one your exposed shins, then your knee, then finally your supple thigh under your skirt (which he is very glad you’re wearing today).

He prods his nose at your lobe and whispers, “You’re going to sit on my cock Sweet Thing.” At the same time, his fingers brush across your stiff clit, making you hiccup in surprise.

That’s not exactly what you were expecting. But...maybe that was better than what you were expecting.

“Ohh Charlie,” you moan, your head lulling back the slightest. “You have to be quiet though baby. Be a good girl for me.” “Mmhmm,” you agree, remembering that you are on the subway at a considerably busy time of day. “Good. Undo my belt. Pull my cock out for me,” he instructs. You feel dizzy, like your head is spinning. You’re not used to him being so in charge, so spontaneous.

But you love it.

Your throat feels dry as you unhook your arm from around his neck and search for his buckle. You pull it apart as quietly, as inconspicuously as you can. Charlie’s mouth finds its way to your neck, his hand returns to your pussy, feeling you through the damp fabric of your panties. Once his belt is out of the way, you unbutton his trousers, pull the fly down just enough, reach in, and wrap your hand around his solid girth. He huffs a hot breath onto you at the feeling of your skin on his. As you pull his dick out, he works your panties to the side, exposing your slick folds to the outside air. A shiver runs down your spine. Your nipples perk up underneath your cotton bra.

Was it really that much cooler on the train, or were you just that on fire?

You tug at his length a few times while he plays with your entrance, getting your nice and ready for him. “Here you go baby,” he whispers, lifting his fingers to you, smearing your own arousal along your bottom lip. You take them in your mouth and suck, ever so gentle. Watching you like this, tasting your own cunt on his fingers, stroking at his dick, on the train around all these people, makes his own mouth fall open and a pearl of precum dribble out of his slit. When you’ve finished cleaning your mess, he replaces your tiny hand around his cock with his own giant one. His other hand grips at your soft hip and helps you lift up enough for him to maneuver under your skirt. He teases you for a moment longer, running his swollen head through your sopping pussy lips. When he feels he’s coated himself enough -- and worked you up enough -- he lets you sink down onto him. You squeak as he knocks at your cervix. Oh he’s so big, so long, so thick. “Fuck,” he grunts in the back of his throat, teeth clenched as tight as your cunt around his cock. “Ohh you are being so good Sweet Thing. Your pussy feels - uhhh - feels so good,” he breathes out. All you can do is nod. With him all the way inside you, you really want to bounce up and down on him. But you know you can’t. Not here. And you know he wouldn’t let you. Not with the way he’s got a hold on your waist and thigh. And you really really want him to make you cum. And he knows that’s what you want. But he’s also not going to let you do that here. No. Instead, he’s going to let you just sit here, on his cock, while the subway car rocks and sways, giving you just a taste of what you really need. And when you get home, maybe then he’ll put you across his lap properly, fuck you properly, let you cum properly.

Maybe.

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flowerfan2 · 5 years ago

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Private Time - Chapter 3

Klaine, M, A03

What can I say, you inspired me to keep going - clearly we all wanted to know what happened next, including Sam :) Hope you enjoy.

Summary: One thing about being in quarantine with your grad school roommates... you hardly get any private time...

Chapter 3

Sam is at his desk, surfing the web for something to spice up his own private time session, when he hears Blaine and Kurt coming up the stairs.

“Shhh…” Blaine says, laughing too hard to actually be quiet. “They’ll know we aren’t in our rooms.”

“Aren’t they supposed to have headphones on?” Kurt asks.

There’s a thump, and a shuffle, and Sam suddenly clues in, a thrill running through his body. It finally happened. He knew those two were crushing on each other.

“Oh my god, that’s so good,” Blaine moans, and it sounds like he’s right outside Sam’s bedroom door. “Do it again.”

Are they just kissing? Or… more?

“I will,” Kurt says, his voice throatier than Sam has ever heard it. “But let’s at least go inside. My room or yours?”

“Don’t care,” Blaine responds. “Come on.”

Holy shit, his flatmates are definitely making out – snogging – right there in the hallway. Sam is tempted to go see, but then he hears a door open and close.

He’s disappointed for a minute, but then clearly hears another thump and accompanying moan. Of course, the walls in this apartment are so ridiculously thin, there’s really no privacy at all. This has never bothered Sam, and now it seems to have an extra perk.

He strains his ears and grins at what he hears.

“God, Blaine, you’re so gorgeous.”

“No, you’re gorgeous, Kurt, you are. You’re amazing.”

“Mmm, tell me more. If you’re so sure, give me details.”

Wow, Kurt is demanding. No surprise. It’s really hot.

Sam practically holds his breath to see how Blaine will react, but he shouldn’t have worried. Blaine is completely on board. “Your eyes are stunning, and the way you hold yourself, god, just every time you walk into a room, I can’t take my eyes off of you. And… your hair is so… so…”

“Come on, if we’re talking about hair, you clearly win.”

There’s an audible sigh. “My hair is a rat’s nest, and I’ve been out of gel for weeks.”

“Your hair is fantastic. It’s so soft.”

A low moan. “Oh my god, Kurt, that feels great.”

Sam imagines Kurt running his fingers through Blaine’s hair. Whatever is going on, Kurt and Blaine are both clearly enjoying it, although Sam thinks they’re getting a little off topic.

“I can lend you some product, you know. It’ll help the curls keep their shape, but tame it all a little bit. I can even give you a trim.”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course. I’ve got a nice sharp scissors in my crafting kit. I’ve cut hair dozens of times.”

There’s a pause, and Sam wonders what happened.

“Kurt?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe we can talk about my hair some other time?”

Kurt barks out a laugh that Sam has never heard before, and then there’s silence again.

Sam’s curiosity gets the best of him after a few minutes, and he carefully peeks out into the hallway. It’s empty, of course – Rachel is probably dutifully wearing her headphones, even if the rest of them aren’t – and so he leaves his room, crosses the hall, and slides down to the floor, his head resting against the door to Kurt’s bedroom.

Now he can hear them even better. Sounds like more kissing. A little nipping, maybe. Tugging at each other’s lips. Nice.

“God, I love kissing you,” Blaine says. Sam can just imagine the look on his face. Blaine gets so enthusiastic when he’s excited.

“Me too, me too,” Kurt says. “You taste so good.”

“That’s Sam’s cherry chapstick,” Blaine says, and Sam snorts, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. Careful, he thinks to himself.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Kurt replies. “That’s all you.” Whatever Kurt does next must be particularly good, because he hears Blaine take a sharp intake of breath, and sigh out Kurt’s name.

Are they still just kissing?

“Oh god, Kurt,” Sam hears, and then the soft sound of something sliding to the floor. A shirt? Blaine was wearing one of his black polos, that could be it. Or that tight button-up Kurt had on.

Sam squirms a little, pressing his hand to his dick, over his shorts. It’s definitely is starting to take a serious interest in the proceedings. He’s always thought he was at least a little bit bi. This is pretty good confirmation.

“Blaine, look at you. God, your shoulders…”

There’s another one of those little sharp breaths from Blaine, and Sam slides his hand under the elastic waistband of his shorts, reaching down.

“Your neck is sensitive, isn’t it,” Kurt murmurs. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave a mark.”

“Feel free,” Blaine breathes out. “I want you to.”

“Yeah? Okay.”

Sam can’t take it anymore, and wraps his hand around himself, just holding on at first. He looks around the still empty hallway. He’s not really going to have a wank right here, is he? Just toss one off where anyone could see?

“That’s good, your mouth, wow…”

“Love the way you taste here, just in this spot…”

“That’s my, uh, collarbone, not really very interesting… ooh – wow, teeth, uh…”

“Sorry, did I nibble too hard?”

“No, it’s… good... I like it.”

“How about here? I won’t bite this time.”

“Ohh…” Blaine is practically whining, and Sam starts to stroke himself. This is better than any online porn, ever.

“You like that? Not every guy has sensitive nipples.”

“Holy crap, Kurt, yeah, yeah, I like it.”

“Want me to go harder? Mmmm, perking right up for me… you do like that… now, let me pay some attention to the other one… such pretty little nubs…”

Blaine whines again, a high, needy sound, and Sam grabs himself tight around the base of his dick. He doesn’t want to come too soon, this is too much fun.

“Fuck, Kurt, I need…”

“What?”

Blaine just moans, and Sam throbs in response.

“How about we get these off? Gotta be getting a little tight.” He can hear the smile in Kurt’s voice. “Even tighter than normal.”

Damn it, Kurt’s talking about those red pants Blaine likes to wear, the ones that cup his ass so well. Sam’s never understood how Blaine can wear them so snug, it’s like they’re painted on.

“You’re one to talk,” Blaine pants out. “I’m not the only one with tight pants. The way your legs look in those skinny jeans, Kurt. It should be illegal.”

“Wanna arrest me, officer?” Kurt says, and then they both break out into breathy laughter.

“Too much?” Kurt asks.

“God, I don’t know, my head is spinning so hard right now, I can’t even-” Blaine’s voice is cut off, and from the slurping sounds Sam thinks they’re probably kissing again. Seriously kissing.

“Blaine, I don’t think it’s just your head that’s hard,” Kurt whispers.

“That doesn’t even make sense. But, yeah, I mean… god, I am. So hard. You are too, right?”

There’s some fumbling noises, and the slick sound of a belt being pulled out through its loops. Then what could be a zipper…

Sam’s shorts and underwear are getting in the way, so he gives it up and shoves them both down to his ankles and then shakes them off altogether. Much better.

“Blaine, my god, <i>look</i> at you.”

Suddenly Sam desperately wants to look, too, and he can’t resist anymore. He reaches up to the doorknob and ever so slowly, begging the door not to creak, he eases it open until he can just see inside.

Blaine and Kurt are completely naked, their clothes tossed to the ground beside them. They’re standing by the foot of the bed, facing each other. Blaine is mostly turned towards the door, and Sam can see everything… Blaine’s dark hair is sticking up every which way, and there’s a pink flush on his chest, with red splotches around his nipples. Oh god, Sam thinks, that’s from Kurt’s mouth, sucking and pulling on each one. His own chest tingles, and Sam slides a hand across his pecs. He rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and bites his lip to stay quiet as he thinks about Kurt doing this to Blaine.

Of course Sam can’t help but notice Blaine’s cock, rock hard and standing at attention. Pretty impressive, buddy, he thinks, swallowing hard. Don’t know how you survive keeping it in those tight pants. It’s obviously having much more fun out here in the open.

Kurt is standing with one hip cocked, like a dancer, long and lean. His firm butt is practically in Sam’s face. Sam wills himself not to make a noise. He can’t believe they haven’t noticed him opening the door, but it’s clear that Blaine and Kurt only have eyes for each other.

“Kurt…” Blaine is practically speechless, his eyes wide, and his hands reach out towards Kurt.

“Come here,” Kurt says, and then they’re pressing together, chest to groin. Kurt slides his hands down Blaine’s back and Sam can tell the minute he gets his hands on Blaine’s ass and squeezes, because Blaine nearly shouts in response.

Blaine’s got his forehead pressed against the side of Kurt’s face, apparently too worked up to continue snogging, and Kurt is breathing hard into Blaine’s ear while rhythmically grasping at Blaine’s ass.

“Oh, oh, Kurt, I’m, Kurt-”

Apparently not wanting it all to be over too fast, Kurt slides his hands back up Blaine’s back, easing up until there’s a little space between them. “Hey, what do you say we take this to the bed?”

Blaine pulls back and stares at Kurt for a long moment, until apparently he regains the ability to speak. “Yeah, yes, good idea.”

The two of them scramble on to the bed, Blaine shoving the duvet on to the floor (good call, their washer and dryer really can’t handle blankets, Sam has discovered this the hard way) and settle on their sides, facing each other. Blaine is smiling so hard it looks like his face is going to split open with happiness, and Kurt has blushed a pretty pink.

“Hi there,” Kurt says, running a single finger from Blaine’s cheek, to his shoulder, and down his arm.

“Hi,” Blaine responds, ducking his head and then looking back up at Kurt through his long lashes. “Wanna fool around?”

Kurt laughs, his head leaning back and exposing his slender neck. “I thought we were.”

Blaine giggles and leans in to Kurt, one hand going to the back of his head to bring their lips together for a long, sultry kiss. Kurt whimpers and grabs Blaine’s shoulder, sliding closer, arms and legs wrapping around each other until it is hard to tell where one stops and the other begins.

The kiss slows, mellowing, with more finesse than the first round. Sam wonders what it would be like to be kissed like that, like the person kissing you wanted to discover everything about you, right down to your bones.

“Oh god, Blaine, this is good,” Kurt says, threading his fingers through Blaine’s hair. Blaine’s hands are moving over Kurt’s bare back, one hand slowly moving down to Kurt’s ass.

“Mmm, yeah,” Kurt encourages, and Blaine’s hand drops lower, exploring. When his fingers press into Kurt’s crack Kurt lets out a high pitched noise and Blaine freezes, but then Kurt shakes his head against Blaine’s face and pants into his ear. “No, don’t stop. Keep going, please.”

Blaine plays with Kurt’s ass a little more, pressing and sliding a finger in, and Sam wonders if it would be too forward to find them some lube. He’s wishing he had a little himself, although there’s enough moisture now from his own pre-come that things are going along just fine.

Kurt is rutting hard against Blaine’s thigh now, and Blaine seems to decide that it’s time to take matters in hand, so to speak. They shuffle around, Blaine reaching between them, and they both start to moan. Sam barely restrains himself from joining in, his hand now moving furiously up and down his cock.

Sam can’t see exactly what’s going on between Blaine and Kurt’s sweaty bodies, but he thinks Blaine is jerking them both, and doing a mighty fine job. Sam puts a finger in his mouth and sucks hard, then reaches down to cup his balls, rolling them softly in his palm.

“Kurt, come here, just like-” Blaine slides a leg in between Kurt’s, getting Kurt’s leg up and over his hip. Kurt is lying halfway on top of him now, one knee a little bent, giving them some room between them to maneuver. One of Blaine’s hands is back to gripping Kurt’s ass, and the other is lost between them, where Kurt seems to be helping him out.

Oh god, they’re jerking each other off, maybe both holding on to their cocks together, pressing them against each other, silk pulling over the hardness of their erections, fuck, fuck, fuck-

Sam moves his hand faster on his cock, adding a twist near the tip, down and up and twist and over and over again. He shifts until he’s almost flat on the floor, his head angled so he can see still through the tiny opening into the room. Luckily Blaine and Kurt are providing a steady narration, and are clearly getting close to the finale.

“Blaine, that’s good, oh, fuck, yeah-”

“Kurt, yeah, that’s it, keep going-”

“Oh, Blaine, please, yes-”

“Oh fuck, come on, come on-”

“Blaine, oh god, yeah, Blaine-”

Their words turn into long, low moans, and then Sam feels himself coming hot and wet over his hand.

“Oh my god, Kurt, that was amazing.”

“Blaine… wow. Come here. Wow.” Kurt hums softly, and Blaine responds in kind, both of them breathing hard as they catch their breath.

Sam watches as Blaine curls up against Kurt, his head on Kurt’s chest, and a dazed and happy smile on his face. Sam can’t help smiling too.

Sam’s cock pulses out another spurt. His legs are numb. He feels fantastic.

Private time is the best idea Rachel Berry has ever had.

#Klaine #Klaine fic #Glee fic #sam evans #blaine anderson #kurt hummel

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sexc-honeymoons · 5 years ago

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Silk sheets | D.S

Summary: daniel comes home from tour giving y/n what she’s been waiting for.

Warnings: smut, swearing, duh.

The house that contained three people was quiet as ever, well since it was past 11. The two seavey brothers sleeping in their room, minding they’re business. Meanwhile you stood with your bare freshly shaved legs against the baby blue silk sheets, only wearing the pink lace thongs daniel had bought you. patiently waiting for daniel to walk through that door. Four months without him felt like a century, craving his touch for nights on and on. Rubbing your thighs together trying to create heat to simmer the bubbling in your tummy. The front door slammed making your stomach drop. Daniel looked around the empty house before carrying himself to the bedroom. next was the scuffing of his shoes against the hardwood floor. You looked up to the closed bedroom door, quick to stand on your knees dipping into the mattress. The doorknob twisted, soon revealing dani. Hair all messy, scuff on his jawline, vains poking out of his arms. Your heart skipped a beat. He dropped his suitcase and bags to the floor, making you let out a giggle. “My girl. My babygirl.” He sung out in a graspy tone before scrambling to get to you on the bed. He stranded tall over you at the foot of the bed, making you practically crawl to the foot of the bed to get a good look of what you missed out on since four months. you reached up cupping his cheek, looking into his blue orbs “I missed you.” Your voice laced with much innocence. Daniel almost melted into your touch, getting so lost in your beautiful features. “I miss you so much fucking more.” He growled, letting his hands fall down your bare skin, caressing you. It was intoxicating, his fingers against your body. The lightest touch burned evoked you more. He leaned down, locking lips with yours. You both squeezed your eyes shut, getting so into it, aparting your mouth, fitting so perfectly like a puzzle. Letting your hands fly to his sliver hair, whirling it between your fingertips. His hands reached behind your back, pulling you closer to him. Deepening the kiss, the smell of his cologne suffocating you turning you on. That fucking smell you missed so much. The sound of your lips smacking together, letting out satisfied whines. Daniel’s broad hands gropped your thighs making you gasp in his mouth. He smirked to himself, continuing his movement. His lips so delicate, and swollen. The taste of your cherry chapstick in the mix, the taste of you drove daniel mad, he couldn’t control himself almost. His head titled to the side giving you perfect access to connect better, your noses brushing together very so often. Daniel licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you kindly accepted. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploding you. Letting your tongue glide against his. You felt your panties soaked at this point. “D-dani.” You moaned needing more. Daniel without breaking the makeout, gently pushed you to lay your back on the mattress. Hovering over you, his elbows digging into the sheets. His breath along with your was now heavy and short. Your fingers found his belt loops, hooking them. The bulge in his jeans was now fully grown and begging to be let out. He broke the intimate makeout to take a deep breath. “Tell me what you what, princess.” He huffed, lips leaving wet kisses down your neck. Trying to regain your breath, chest rising quickly. “You. Daniel.” You cried, squeezing your thighs shut. “Uh-ah. Say it right, princess.” He nipped down your chest leaving marks for later. You desired to have him between you, your body ached for him, his tongue, his fingers, his cock. He trailed down your stomach to the top of your abdomen, looking up at you with those fucker eyes. “F-fuck, I want you. I want your tongue on me.” You let out a broken loud whine. He chuckled knowing he got what he wanted. His hands sweeping to your pink panties before ripping them off, which you didn’t mind.

He hands grasped your thighs pulling them apart. His mouth watered at the sight of your dripping heat. The cool air hitting your core making you buckle your hips. The feather contact his fingertip made with your clit made you jolt. “Fuck.” You hissed.

But daniel couldn’t wait to devour you. “Dani!” You moaned ear piercingly loud, when his tongue licked a strip up your cunt before going all in. Your hands fisted the sheets, moaning and whining. He lapped at your juices, slurping and licking every part. He groped your inner thighs, keeping them apart. Your tummy build up the pit he created. He slipped a finger into your entrance making you cried out his name. He moved a fast pace wanting to get you to release all your arouse. Daniel held your hips down with his other hand, your hand flew to his hair pulling on it. In respondents he groaned sending vibrations into your clit. “Shit-shit, Daniel!” You yelled buckling your hips into the air and off the bed. The fire built in your abdomen was about to release. “I-I’m gonn-“ You was cut off by daniel hauled. “No, not yet.” He commanded, you whined of lost connection. Slapping him lightly in the chest. Daniel unbuckled his pants dropping them to the ground. Stripping his shirt and tossing it to the other side of the room. He palmed himself though his calvin’s, throwing his head back in satisfaction. “Please!” You shook your leg in anxiousness, plop on your elbows. He slowly pulled down his boxers, letting his cock out, slapping lightly against his abdomen. Your mouth watered at the eight inch sighted, leaking precum from the bright red tip. You spread your legs wide open, giving him the view of your dripping sex. He got closer, slightly brushing the tip against your clit. “Tell how bad you want it. Beg for it, princess.” He taunted you, already jerking himself off alittle. “Daniel! I been without your dick since four months! I’m not gonna wait any longer.” You hissing making him let out a dark laugh. “Why so mad? buttercup.” He pucked his lips blowing you a kiss, winking his eye. You was about to open your mouth to say something but the feeling of him stretching you out, cut you off. You mouth formed a ‘o’ shape, dropping onto the mattress. He gave you minute to adjust before he began thrusting into you. “Ohh, dani!” You Let out a pornograpic moan. It was music to his ears, encouraging him to pick up his pace. Your wall cutched around him, “it’s so wet and tight.” Dani whined, wrapping his hand around your throat, waiting for the perfect time to cut off your airway. “Tell me how good I make you feel.” He applied pressure leaving you to gasp. You buckled your hips under him, rocking them back and forward in attempt to fuck him back. He caught a glance at your titts bouncing, throwing his head back with a growl. “So good, dani. I love the way your tongue works on me, and your huge cock filling me up.” You breathed out, looking up into his eyes. It always turned him on. Daniel’s cock was soaked with your juices, you reached up scratching his back in pleasure, digging your acrylics into his sweaty skin. Daniel moaned out in pain, thrusting harder then before. “F-fuck, Daniel! Daniel!” You arched your back high off the mattress, legs spreaded so wide. his fingers digging into your bones, definitely a dark bruise. “Y/n.” He groaned, letting one hand keep you still while the other toyed with your left nipple. You clutched around him. “Princess, do that again.” He mumbled, eyes pinched shut in pleasure. Your cunt soaking wet with fire and arouse, skin melting into each other. Loud screams filled the room with skin slapping. You felt the pit in your stomach needing to be released. You clutched around him, again. Trying to get him to his high, You fell apart under him, begging for a release. He opened his eyes to catch a glance at you, eyes squeezed shut, lips apart singing angelic loud moans, sweat dripping off your forehead. Daniel felt himself get weak in the knees at the sight, he scrunched his nose up, before demanding. “Open your eyes, look at me.” You struggled to do so, forcing your eyes to look at him. His eyes was now a darker blue, lips swollen, beads of sweat dripping off his hair.

the heat his body threw off was a thermostat at the highest point, a fucking sauna. The build up orgasm was about to be released. “D-dani, I’m gonna cum.” You cried, playing with the hair on the back of his neck. He let out a low growl. “Cum for me, baby, cum all over my huge cock.” He whispered in your ear, stringing away his hot breath. You let out a ear piercing scream, jerking your body into his. Your legs shaking, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “I’m cumming too, princess.” Dani moan before unloading into you. You both rode out your highs, fingers interlocking, looking up into each other’s eyes. Daniel leaned out, placing a wet open mouthed kiss on your lips. He soon pulled out before collapsing next to you, breathing heavier, your legs felt like jelly. “I missed that.” Daniel admited, plopping himself on his left elbow to look at you. “I agree.” You nodded, speechless. He let out a giggle at your actions. You covered yourself and dani with the sheets before laying back. The alone time didn’t last long when the bedroom door swung up. Your eyes both flickered to the door, just to witness tyler and christian, daniel’s brothers. The look on their faces was priceless. You held back your giggle, “You know we live here too? It would be nice to get some sleep.” Tyler rolled his eyes, flipping you guys off. You quickly hid in Daniel’s chest, he wrapped his arms around you. “Can you guys get out?” Daniel shouted, waving them out. “How the fuck can y/n scream that loud?” Christian gasped, the sound replaying on in his mind. Daniel was now furious with the brothers. “Can you guys leave!” He rolled his eyes, waiting for the door to be shut. The pair finally left in disgust. Trying to wash the horrible screams and thoughts out of their mind so they could get a goodnights sleep. Dani looked down at you in his arms. “Round two?”

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lokimostly · 6 years ago

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Home from War (Ch.6/8)

James Conrad x Reader Word Count: 2,722 Warnings: descriptions of injury/blood, needles, language Fic Summary: One year after you lost the love of your life, a last-minute decision changes everything you thought you knew. Now only one question remains: how to make it out alive, and return home from war?

A/N: Me, posting three chapters in one week? It’s way less likely than you think, but here we are. Thank to the ride-or-dies who are always commenting, you’re what keep me going. <3 As always, I did a lot of research, so I hope I got it right. P.S. I realized that I’ve been spelling “klicks” wrong for this entire series..... woof

When you came to, the pain immediately distorted your senses. Every nerve screamed at top volume. The taste of iron flooded your mouth. You could barely feel Conrad’s hands cupping your face. His voice, frantic and desperate, sounded like it was deep underwater.

“ L/N! Y/N!” He urged. He looked over your face, trying to rouse you. Your eyes were glazed and unfocused– obviously in shock –and possibly with a concussion to add to your mounting list of injuries.

Conrad forced himself to pull away and assess your other injuries. The inner side of your left thigh was sliced open, soaking your cargo pants in deep, dark red. The sight of it made his mouth go dry with fear. There was no time to lose.

Conrad snatched your bag and rifled through it, swearing under his breath. He knew so little about this. The most recent medical experience he had was a year ago: saved by your hands, when you mended a gaping wound in his chest.

Would he be able to return the favor?

Conrad’s thoughts were interrupted when he felt your cold grip on his wrist.

He looked up and his face paled at the sight of you: eyes glossy and wet, lips cracked and trembling. You looked scared and in pain, and it broke his heart.

“Hey, hey,” he soothed, setting the bag aside and scooting closer to you. He pushed your hair back from your eyes, holding your cheeks when you coughed hoarsely.

“W– where’s S-Slivko?” You managed between coughs. Your entire body felt bruised and beaten. Tears escaped your eyes despite your best efforts to put on a brave face, and you wiped them away hurriedly.

“He’s alright. Better than you,” he confessed, unable to hide the fear in his voice. “Y/N, your leg–”

“The Skull Crawler?” You interrupted, voice cracking.

Conrad clenched his jaw and nodded. “Dead.”

A shaky gasp of relief escaped your lips. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes.

Your nerves felt fried at the ends. Your left leg was angry and inflamed, and had no problem telling you so: the pain was like static, blocking any thoughts or words from getting through. You forced yourself to take slow, measured breaths, clenching your jaw on every exhale.

“Damn it,” Conrad muttered to no one in particular, his voice laced with frustration. He’d discovered how few supplies you were carrying.

Taking matters into his own hands, he undid his belt and pulled your left leg towards him to fasten it as a makeshift tourniquet. But at his touch, you let out an involuntarily scream and lurched forward as a jolt of pain shot up your leg like splintered lightning.

Conrad caught you against him, gasping as a fresh wave of tears flooded your eyes.

“What did I–”

“Morphine first,” you choked, shaking your head and pointing. “In the bag.”

He obeyed, reaching away with one hand and finding a syringe. His other arm stayed wrapped around you, refusing to pull away. You clung to him for dear life, doing everything you could not to sob outright.

“Y/N,” he asked gently, holding the clear syringe.

You reached out and took it. Your hand was shaking so badly that you almost dropped the needle, but you were used to working against adrenaline, and stabbed it none-too-kindly into your good leg. You couldn’t even feel the sting of the needle.

The morphine flooded your system, dulling the edges of your burning nerves. You took a deep, shaky breath, letting your head drop onto his shoulder. It took every ounce of willpower not to cry aloud. Conrad drew comforting circles in your back that you couldn’t feel, whispering gentle words that you couldn’t hear. Ash fell to the ground like snow, and you waited.

This was the tricky part.

You needed to give the morphine time to take effect, but not too long, or you’d lose too much blood and go into hypovolemic shock. The pain was like being caught in a storm out to sea: you dove beneath the waves, came up for air, and went under again. Right now, Conrad was all that kept you from being dragged to the bottom and drowning.

You focused every ounce of your mind on counting the slow seconds. You could feel Conrad’s heart beating out of his chest. He smelled like smoke and firewood, like the jungle after rain. You thought about the first time you met– the very first time you looked into his eyes and found yourself speechless.

He called me ‘astoundingly beautiful,’ you thought to yourself numbly. It almost brought a smile to your shaking lips.

One hundred and twenty seconds. You took in a shaky breath and nodded against his shoulder.

Conrad eased you up again, letting you hold onto his arm while pulling the belt around your leg as carefully as he could. Ash fell in thick clouds around you like summer snow, a silent aftermath of the storm. The valley was eerily quiet, but neither of you had time to notice or care.

Conrad secured the belt and began to pull it taut. You held onto his arm and watched numbly as he worked, swallowing the bursts of pain when they came. Gradually you found more space in your mind to think. Right now, you were thinking that the belt was far too loose.

“Tighter,” you coughed. His beautiful blue-green eyes looked up at you with concern.

“Are you sure–”

“Just… yes,” you managed, inhaling deeply. “Please.”

Conrad’s eyes flickered for a moment before he took hold of your hand, wrapping it around the belt so that you could feel the pressure. “Tell me when,” he instructed.

You nodded. Conrad mustered his resolve and pulled tight as he dared on the tourniquet. You waited until it your leg gone sufficiently numb. No doubt the morphine was finally taking effect, too.

Though you didn’t dare say it aloud, you were almost certain that your femur had fractured. Painkillers or not, if you couldn’t walk, you were good as dead.

You put your hand over his, and he stopped, securing the belt before pulling out a pocket knife. He cut away the soaked fabric of your hands while you held to his free hand. You steeled yourself for the sight beneath the camo fabric.

Conrad sucked in a quick breath when he pulled the knife away, revealing a messy, jagged wound along your inner thigh. The bruising and swollen skin around the wound confirmed your suspicions.

“Fuck,” you whispered, biting your lip. What am I going to do?

Conrad took some of the torn fabric and soaked it in rubbing alcohol. You watched the lines of his handsome face deepen when he concentrated. His eyes were dark and resolute. He cleaned the skin around the cut carefully, flinching when he thought he’d hurt you-- but there was no sting. Only a faint, strange sensation that your body might be in pain.

Cole’s voice came through the smog. “Over here!” He shouted, beckoning to the rest of the group as he came into view. Slivko and Mills were behind him– at the sight of you, they rushed to your side.

“How the hell…” Mills murmured, gaping at your leg as Conrad wrapped it carefully. His fingers brushed the skin of your thigh, and you shivered.

Slivko cast you a concerned glance. “That looks… broken,” he said slowly, like he was afraid to admit it. At this, Conrad glanced up at you, but you answered with only a thin smile.

“I’m okay,” you lied reassuringly.

“Good,” Colonel Packard said, striding up and giving you a quick once-over. “We head out in ten.”

Slivko and Mills muttered something insubordinate to one another, and Mills followed the Colonel reluctantly. Cole gave you a half-smile, half-grimace, and did the same.

Conrad finished wrapping your leg and exhaled heavily, pressing his lips together. He looked up at you and raised his eyebrows. “Can you stand?” he asked gently.

You put on your bravest face. “Let’s try it.”

Slivko and Conrad were at your side, looping your arms over their shoulders and pulling you up. You stood on one foot, coughing a little and taking a moment to adjust. Sitting frozen on the ground for so long had made your whole body stiff.

Despite the feigned confidence, you knew full well the state you were in. Your left femur was probably broken. They didn’t know that yet – but as soon as you put your foot down, they would.

“L/N,” Conrad uttered, rousing you from your thoughts. You turned your head and looked up into his face, realizing that you hadn’t moved for almost a minute. “Do you need me to carry you?”

The tenderness in his voice brought sudden tears to your eyes and you shook your head, clearing your throat. “No. No, let’s - let’s try, first.” You stared at the ground like it was miles away, feeling like you were about to jump out of a helicopter.

You set your foot down. Nothing.

You put your weight on it, fraction by fraction. Nothing– at least, not when you had two men supporting most of your weight, and had a full dose of morphine coursing through your veins.

A shaky gasp of relief escaped your lips. “Ohh, okay,” you breathed, crying a little. “That’s good.”

“What is?” Slivko asked, looking at your leg. “It’s not broken?”

You shook your head, swallowing. “No, it-” you swallowed. “It is. But it’s a bending fracture.” You tried to ignore the heat of Conrad’s stare, and gave Slivko a comforting smile. “If I keep up on the morphine, I’ll be fine.”

“Slivko!” Mills shouted distantly. Slivko’s eyes darted to you and Conrad with a torn expression. Conrad nodded, and Slivko darted off.

As soon as he left your side, you collapsed. Conrad was there to catch you, lifting you up in one swift move and holding you against his chest, your arms looped around his neck.

You coughed and your chest shuddered, swallowing down your tears. “I’m okay,” you fibbed tremulously.

“Y/N,” he whispered. His normally strong, accented voice was so small, it broke your heart.

“I’ll be okay,” you insisted stubbornly. You were lying through your teeth, and you both knew it.

Conrad exhaled softly and closed his eyes, his nose brushing against yours. There was a beat of silence as he held you like he was afraid of letting go.

“I made you a promise,” he said finally. His blue-green eyes gazed at you tearfully. His voice caught. “We’re going home, together. I swear.”

“I know,” you said quickly, trying your best not to cry, too. His shirt was bunched up in your fists and you wrinkled your nose, sniffing. “But James, if I–”

“Don’t,” he said firmly, pulling you closer to him and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You felt so small. You of all people who seemed so steadfast, so solid. He couldn’t recall you ever feeling so dangerously frail.

No. You wouldn’t slip through his fingers. Not again. Over his dead body.

The sun was close to setting as you and the remaining survivors stood amongst the peeling trees.

“Now, look, Colonel,” Marlow said testily, “You may outrank me, but I’ve been here a hell of a lot longer. And I’m telling you that thing that just shredded us was only the first of them. Now we’re on their turf, and we need to turn back. Toot sweet!”

“Not as long as Chapman’s still out there,” Colonel Packard argued stubbornly.

Conrad held you against him as you stood on your good leg, listening to the conversation. You felt dizzy and light-headed – side effects of the morphine. While you had discovered that you could walk on your own, you weren’t going to needlessly overexert yourself, and leaned on him whenever you could.

“I’m sorry, Colonel Packard,” Conrad said, fishing the dog tags from his pocket and holding them out. “Chapman is dead.”

The other soldiers looked stricken. Packard stared at the dog tags for a moment with an unreadable expression. Then he shook his head. “Doesn’t change a thing,” he declared. “We’re still going to that crash site.”

“What’s at that crash site that you want so badly?” Conrad asked. You could feel how tense he was beneath your grip, his patience hanging by a thread.

“Weapons!” He shouted, like it was obvious. “Enough to kill it!”

“Kong didn’t kill Chapman,” Conrad argued, his jaw tightening.

“But he did kill these men,” Packard said, holding up a bundle of dog tags in his gloved hand. “My men.”

Marlow interjected. “You can’t kill Kong, Colonel!” he cried hysterically. “Kong is god on this island! He’s the only thing keeping them lizard things in the ground!”

“He’s right, Colonel,” Brooks added hastily. “We can’t kill Kong. Now, that other creature? That’s the threat. And there are more of them down there. If you take away a species’ natural competition, they’ll proliferate out of control!”

“Then we’ll end, them, too!” Packard said. “After we bring this thing down!”

Marlow had obviously heard enough. He drew his sword from its sheath, brandishing it at Packard. It glinted dangerously in the evening light. “I can’t let you do that, Colonel.”

The other soldiers raised their guns at Marlow, and the tension escalated.

“Hang on! Hold your fire!” Conrad shouted, stepping out and leaving you standing on your own.

Colonel Packard slammed Marlow with the butt of his rifle. The Lieutenant crumpled and fell to the ground.

Packard whirled around to the rest of you, gripping his gun. “This is one war we are not gonna lose!” He shouted.

“NUTS!” Marlow roared. “YOU HEAR ME? THIS IS NUTS!”

“Please!” The geologist next to Brooks cried. “You need to listen to us!”

“We’re not at war, Colonel, you’re making a mistake!” Brooks insisted.

Packard raised his gun at Brooks, his eyes sparking dangerously. “Your lies got my men killed,” he snarled.

“And you’re gonna get us all killed,” Mason Weaver seethed, stepped in front of Packard. The barrel of his gun was pointed at her chest, but she didn’t waver.

Conrad reached forward and dragged Weaver away. Packard’s aim shifted to him.

“Not our fight,” he scolded Weaver, watching Packard like he was a wild animal in his path.

Packard narrowed his eyes. “Whose side are you on, Captain?”

Conrad exhaled sharply and nodded. “Okay, Colonel,” he said, pointing west. “You’ll find your Sea Stallion three klicks up that ridge. Now, I’m going to take these civilians back to the boat, and we’ll wait for you there.” He raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Alright?”

There was a solid minute of silence. Colonel Packard’s gun didn’t move from Conrad. Your heart jumped into your throat, and you took an unsteady step forward, fearing the worst. Everyone stood still, waiting for the pin to drop.

Packard lowered his gun.

You let out a shuddering breath and put your hand on your chest as a wave of relief washed over you. Commanding officer or not, there was no denying that Packard was losing his grip. You didn’t want to be around when he came completely unhinged.

“Saddle up!” Packard shouted. “Let’s go kill this thing.”

Conrad stood still for a moment more before he looked back to you, walking over and catching your arms.“Listen to me. You have to be careful,” he begged earnestly. “Come back quick as you can.”

You gave him a confused look, holding his hands under the pretense of needing balance. “What do you mean?” You asked, searching his eyes. Then it dawned on you. He was taking the civilians back to the boat– yourself not included.

“Be careful,” he repeated, as Slivko came to collect you. Slivko pulled your arm around his neck and nodded his head in the direction of the soldiers. “They’re heading out, L/N.”

“No, wait,” you cried, reaching for Conrad. Your fingers brushed his before he pulled away, and he gave you one last glance. The meaning was clear on his face, plain and painfully raw: I love you.

You nodded breathlessly. Me too, you thought, willing your eyes to convey it to him as Slivko guided you away and you faced the setting sun.

When you looked back, he was gone.

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thatonecurlygirl · 6 years ago

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Ohh, Peter Stone smut. Yes, please!!!

Pairing: Peter Stone x ReaderWord Count: 1.3kWarning: smut…

“Hello, Carmen.” You smile, greeting Carmen as you walk up to Peter’s office door. “How are you this morning?”

“I’m fine thank you. How are you?” She asks with that bright smile she always greets you with.

“I’m great, Peter left some stuff at home which gives me a proper excuse to pop in.” You snicker at yourself. “Is he in?”

“Yes, he is.” She nods toward the door.

“Thank you.” You smile and head toward his office door, opening it and peeking inside. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hey!” He smiles, standing up and making his way toward you as you step inside the office. “What are you doing here?”

“You forgot these at home, I figured you might need them.” You pull two files from your purse and hold them out to him.

“I thought I got those.” He takes the files from you and opens them up seeing that they are in fact, the files he thought he picked up off his desk in his home office. “Then what are these?” He turns walking to the leather briefcase you bought him for Christmas.

Digging through the bag he pulls out two matching manilla folders. He lays them on the desk and opens them up. You snicker watching his eyes go wide in surprise before closing the yellow folders. Slowly, he looks back up at you, eyes dark and a humored smirk on his face.

“You.” He points at you, walking around his desk and closer to you. “This was obviously your doing.”

“Now why would you say that?” You giggle, backing toward the door and reaching out to lock it.

“What was your plan? You switch the files I was working on, with those…” He chuckles, pulling his bottom lip through his teeth as he thinks about the naked pictures of yourself you had stashed in the folder. “Then you prance in here acting all innocent so we could what, fuck in my office?”

“Actually Mr. Stone, I was hoping that you’d see it and come back home to get your files. Walking in to see me completely naked on your office chair, but I got impatient and felt bad so…” You shrug with a little smile.

“Mmm, so what’s the plan now?” He asks, folding his arms across his chest and looking down at you.

A sly smile spreads across your lips. Reaching your hand out and looping your finger in his belt stepping closer to him as your eyes trail up his body and lock on his eyes.

“Take off your pants.” You say quietly, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He raises his eyebrows in a questioning manner and you nod your head, pushing him back a step toward the couch, “Take them off.”

Licking his lips he makes haste to undo his belt and unbuttoning his pants which at that point you take over by yanking his pants down his legs. You lean up on your toes capturing his lips in a kiss and swallowing the moan that follows you dipping your hand into his boxer briefs and lightly stroking his erection.

Giggling you pull your hand off him and slowly back him up to the couch. He sits back onto the couch and you climb on beside him, dipping you’d hands back into his underwear and kissing from his jaw to his lips, quieting the noises that you are working out of him with your hands. One of his hands grabs your waist and the other shoots out and knocks a few books off the table.

“Mr. Stone are you alright?” Carmen knocks on the door, hearing the crash of the books hitting the floor.

“Yes, I-I’m fine.” He stutters out biting back the moan that desperately wants to break past his lips. “Fuu-“

“Shh” You giggle and quietly shush him, lips brushing against his as you continue stroking your hand along his hard length.

You can tell he’s close, the way his breath hitches and his body tenses. You know Peter well, you know how his body reacts just how he knows yours all too well. Smiling you lean into his ear and encourage him to let loose and whispering obscenities to work him up even more. When he does cum, spurts shoot up your arm and some make it onto his shirt, his black underwear soaked — he’s a mess.

“Well, that was fun.” You laugh mischievously and kiss him softly on the lips before standing up and grabbing a few tissues to wipe your arm and his exposed clothing. “You’re an absolute mess, you should go home and change.”

He doesn’t miss the devilish smirk on your angelic face as he chuckles, standing up and pulling his pants back up and fastening his belt.

“Just wait until we get home.” He growls, a smile on his face as he shrugs on his jacket and buttons it to hide the wet, cum stains.

“Oh, what’s gonna happen when we get home?” You ask wide-eyed as you head toward the door.

It was hard… to wait and see what he had in mind. There was also something else that was pretty hard and ready by the time the both of you make it in the house. Walking through the threshold, yours and his clothes were torn from your bodies and thrown to the floor without a second thought or a care.

“Bedroom. Now.” He growls out, peeling off the last bit of his clothing as he follows you eagerly into the bedroom.

Crawling backward on the bed, wide smirk spread across your face, you look up at Peter. His eyes are trained on you, his pupils dilated and following your every movement. Once you raise your eyebrows in a questioning manner he all but pounces on the bed, pulling you farther down the bed by your ankles and pressing a passionate kiss to your lips.

“This all I get?” You lightly tease.

Peter emits a growl from deep in his chest, trailing the kisses down your body, following them with gentle nips with his teeth. Your breath hitches when he kisses the inside of your thighs — so close to where you desperately want him, but not close enough. His grin is wicked when he looks up at you before slowly licking up the wetness pooling between your legs. Your pleased moans have him pulling your closer and teasing your clit with his tongue as your fingernails drag against his scalp and hips buck.

“That’s more like it.” You moan out, his tongue and fingers work at your wet core causing that tight coil to wind even tighter until you are a writhing mess of orgasm under him.

Two rounds of sex later, along with a shower and a side order of shower sex, Peter is dressed in work clothes and you in one of his t-shirts as you peel the sheets off the bed to be put in the wash. He walks up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you as he leans in, kissing your neck.

“I’ll see you after work.” He assures you.

“I love you.” You turn in his arms to face him, a small smile on your face as you look up into his eyes.

“I love you too.” He leans down, pressing his lips against yours before pulling away with a wink, “I’ll bring home dinner.”

“Alright, be careful!” You call after him as he heads out the door.

You sigh and carry the bundle of bed clothing to the small laundry area and start a load of laundry before plopping on the couch, limbs fatigued from the intense ‘work out’ you got in. Smiling you pull out your phone to send Peter a quick message.

[to Peter]: When you come home, take your clothes off at the door ;)

A few minutes later you hear the door open and you turn on the couch to see Peter walking through the door as he unbuttons his shirt with a smirk.

“I guess I can work from home today.” He smiles mischievously. “After I take care of you, of course.”

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imagines-on-people · 6 years ago

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Do I need to remind you? (Dima x Reader)

PLOT: Dirty sex smut Dima fic where we had a huge fight about (VS) something and to piss him off even further I was harmlessly flirting with Ilya all to make him jealous then he takes control by showing who's in charge + Please do a seriously kinky/dominant Dima please!!!

STORY INSPO: @russiandaddys-whore

WARNINGS: smut, bad words, shit writing heh

You and Dima made plans for your anniversary months ahead, it was going to be a week long trip in Vermont. Filled with skiing, hot tubs and endless sex while it’s snowing outside.

So when news came Dima had to go to LA to do a bit for David all hell broke loose.

‘‘What do you mean ‘you have to’?’‘ you said, absolutely furious. ‘‘Dima, I waited like 3 months to finally be off work and to spend some time alone with you’‘ you were currently looking at your boyfriend while he packed. Usually he would choose you over David and them, but this time you didn’t know what got into his head.

‘‘Listen, babe. Come with and we can fly out to Vermont from LA, we will only miss like 2 days worth’’ he finally stopped packing for a moment to comfort you. You on the other hand didn’t want him anywhere near you right now.

After a few more minutes of passive aggressiveness from the both of you, he got you to agree to come with.

‘‘But you are buying the plane tickets to Vermont’‘ you said, arms crossed on the way to the airport.

The plane ride was the longest ever, Dima tried so hard, making small talk all the way to Davids house, you having none of it.

Thankfully when David usually invited Ilya and Dima out to LA, it meant he needed them for a party. This was the first time where you actually looked forward to it, this anger needed to be drowned in litres of alcohol.

As the night progressed you became more and more drunk. And while Dima was more interested in David that his own girlfriend you thought he could use some of his own medicine. Some would think it was wrong to use someone like that, but tonight had no limits and your subject of choice was Ilya.

You moved closer to him, drink in hand. He looked lonely, looking at the neighbouring lights through the huge living room window.

‘‘Hey there’‘ you stepped closer and his attention move to you.

‘‘Hi’‘ he returned the gesture. ‘‘Listen y/n, don’t be mad at Dima, he has to make money somehow you know, to like take you places’‘ he added.

Oh you weren’t about to get mad at how, you actually had a planned and payed for trip, but had to postpone it, because of HIM. Instead your eyes flinched and continued on the conversation.

You could see Dima in the corner of your eyes, looking at you both, but due to Ilya’s strange choice of a haircut her couldn’t see.

‘‘Oh forget THAT, have you been working out?’’ your hand trailed on to his biceps.

‘‘I mean, yeah a little bit’‘ he answered, blushing a bit.

‘‘Oh yeah I can totally feel it. Uh so strong, so hard’‘ you were practically moaning and you knew damn well Dima could hear it. Ilya on the other hand had no clue whatsoever, so he just went along with it.

‘‘I bet you could easily lift me up’‘ you added, his male ego of course had to prove it.

‘‘Oh yeah no problem’‘ he scoffed.

His hands stopped by your waist, firmly grabbing them. You positioned yours on his shoulders for support, but before anything could happen you were swiftly take to one of the spare bedrooms, by none other than the boyfriend of the year (note: sarcasm).

‘‘What the fuck, y/n?’‘ he slammed the door behind you.

‘‘I don’t know what your talking about, baby’‘ you looped your hair around your fingers sitting back on the bed.

‘‘Oh yeah sure, moaning for Ilya like that? Do I need to remind you that I AM your boyfriend’‘ oh Dima was angry all right.

‘‘Well you weren’t acting like one’‘ you mumbled. ‘‘I think that I could use some reminding’‘ You didn’t mean anything sexual, but Dima’s poit of view was just that.

‘‘I’m gonna remind you alright’‘ his voice was stern, just that voice could make you do anything he wanted. ‘‘Clothes off, now’‘ he said.

‘‘What if I don’t wanna?’’ you knew exactly what you were doing.

‘‘Oh baby girl, you don’t want to do this’‘ his started unbuckling his belt, making you remove your clothes immediately.

‘‘Good girl, hands in front’‘ he ordered and you obeyed.

He rapped his belt around your wrists tightly and you knew there were going to be bruises tomorrow.

He then ordered you to stand in front of him, he turned you around and pushed you to the bed. Just hearing him remove his pants was enough to get you soaking. He knew damn well that you liked to get fucked from behind.

‘‘Fuck’‘ he slapped your ass, getting a squeal in return.

You felt the tip of his cock against your clit and he pushed inside with no warning.

‘‘Ohh Dima’‘ you moaned his name.

‘‘Baby girl, you feel so good.’‘

He pushed deep inside you every time, his ball bouncing and slapping against your clit, making the sensation feel even better. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and arched your back even more, getting a totally different angle now.

His thrusts got faster and faster, a knot building in your lower stomach, you were close.

‘‘Oh does someone wanna come, huh?’‘ he smirked, only pushing deeper.

‘‘Baby please, I wanna come on your cock so bad’‘ you moaned and tried your best to hold it a little longer.

‘‘I want you to beg for it’‘ he pulled on your hair even tighter and with his other free hand he pulled you a bit away from the bed to rub circled on your clit.

‘‘Dima, I’m sorry I was a bad girl, before, it will never happen again. Let me come on your big cock right now, please, daddy’‘ you pleaded.

‘‘Go on baby girl’‘

And with that you easily came undone. Legs still shaking he swiftly pulled out and ordered you to get on your knees.

You took him in his mouth, pumping his base with one of your free hands as the other tried to keep you balanced.

His hand found your hair once again, using it to control the rhythm. His eyes closed as he let out a loud groan. Your head was pushed towards the base of his cock as he came into your mouth making you gag.

‘‘No warnings, huh?’‘ you smiled as you swallowed his load.

‘‘What can I say, I have to teach you a lesson’‘ he smirked. ‘’Now c’mere’’ he motioned for a hug. You snuggled into his chest and stayed like that for a bit. ‘’I’m really sorry, we leave tomorrow morning, David is going to drive us to the airport and we can finally be alone and together in Vermont’’ he added.

‘‘I can’t wait’‘ you winked.

And with that, your trip was skiing in the morning, and fucking at every chance you got.

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