#smutember2023

[doveabovetheworld]

“We’ve Got Time”

Ashton Irwin x F!Reader

Summary; After one of his concerts, Ashton had a lot more on his mind than just saying hi to you.

Warnings; pure filth, NSFW, pet names (baby, love, beautiful, etc.), name calling, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, praise, kinda rough sex, oral (f receiving), dom Ashton, sub reader, semi-public sex, 18+ Minors DNI, cursing, dirty talk

A/N; So... After months of not posting things on here, I decided I’d post the first filthy fic of this blog for Smutember. I suck at writing smut but I swear it’ll get better eventually. Just bare with me, please! Anyways, I have tons of stuff I’m working on so I’ll be doing what I can to post a lot more.

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“You’re so beautiful…” He mumbled breathlessly into your ear quietly, but enough for you to hear him, as his hands wandered to your hips and pulled you in closer towards him.

The back dressing room wasn't the most ideal spot in the world for what was about to happen but god did Ashton look good after playing a show.

He came into the dressing room all sweaty and giddy as you were sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come in so you could praise him about how well he played but your plans were immediately interrupted when Ash came into the room.

Once he saw you, he gave the cutest smile and ran over to you, giving you the biggest bear hug ever. His curly, honey-blonde, almost brunette, hair was dripping with sweat as well as his whole body.

“Oh my god, Y/N, that was an amazing show!” He said in excitement as you wrapped your arms around him to return the hug.

“You guys did amazing, love!” You said with just the same amount of excitement in your voice, “Seriously, I loved it.”

Ashton gave a tiny laugh and. pulled away just the tiniest bit and smiled at you, saying, “Well I’m happy you enjoyed it as well… Hey, y’know, I may have an idea.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well… maybe we could have some post-show fun. Just the two of us.”

You blushed as you realized what he was hinting at. You and him always have had a very experimental mindset when it came to the sexual part of your guy’s relationship so doing something more intimate in semi-public areas wasn’t anything new to you.

“You don’t need to if you don’t want to, hun…” Ash said in a kind and soft tone. He was always so gentle…

“No, no… I’d like to. You know I’m up for just about anything… It’s just that I’m worried that someone will come in.”

“Baby, we’ve got time, trust me. If you don't want to, we don't have to. I can wait.”

You stood there in thought for a moment and then looked back at him.

“Fuck it…”

One thing led to another and now here you are. Making out in the back dressing room with Ashton right after one of his shows, in which ANYONE can walk in. It was scary but exciting at the same time. You didn’t know exactly how to feel.

You could feel his hands on your waist, pulling you down onto the couch with him. The way his lips on yours made you feel so ecstatic and when you sat on his lap, you could already feel yourself, and him, getting aroused.

His hands wandered from your hips to the bottom of your shirt, slightly tugging at it. He wanted to see you. All of you.

“Ash, are you sure?” You asked in a somewhat breathy voice.

He nodded and left small kisses on your neck, making you squirm a bit, before he spoke, “Yeah… Who cares? No one’s gonna walk in.”

You held onto him a bit tighter and ran your hands through his hair, letting him know it was okay. With one eager motion, he took your top off leaving you half naked on top of him.

The look on his face was enough to get you more of him. He looked like he was practically drooling as his eyes wandered all along your body. He’s seen this part of you so many times but every time he worships you as if he’s never going to see you again.

He left a trail of wet kisses down from your neck to your chest, taking in every moment of this he could.

It took your breath away. All of it did. The feeling of his kisses on your skin, the look in his eyes, his hands holding you on his waist, all of it. You couldn’t help but let out tiny, breathy moans as he kissed and worshiped your body.

“Baby, you’re gorgeous… You are,” He said in a low and rough voice, making chills go down your spine.

You looked at him with doe eyes and smiled. His little compliments always made you happy. They always made you feel good…

“Yeah, well it’s only for you.” You said in a quiet and sweet tone. You ran your hands through his hair and kissed him on his neck.

He let out a tiny whimper when your lips met the skin on his neck. You could feel his hard, and still clothed, dick against your soaked panties. You were both already so turned on… You knew he’d tease you for it.

“Already wet, huh?” He asked with a smirk, followed by a little laugh.

“Shut up… just fuck me or something already.” You replied as you grabbed at his shirt to take it off.

“Wait, love. You gotta be patient.”

“But-“

He cut you off with a demanding look in his eyes. You knew better than to go against his orders.

“I said, wait.”

Again, chills ran down your spine. You were getting impatient but went along with what he said, knowing he’d make you wait longer if you didn’t.

“Good. Get up and take off your clothes.” He ordered and right away you did as he said. You took the rest of your clothes off, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable to him and anyone who would walk into the room.

Ashton had the biggest smile on his face. He stood up and took your hand in his, bringing you back down to the couch.

“Open your legs, darling… I’m gonna make you feel good for being a good girl, alright?” He said with such sweetness in his voice. His voice made your cheeks get bright pink as you nodded, letting him know you were okay and understood what he said.

He gave a cheeky smile and went to his knees right in front of you. His eyes had a gleam in them that showed pure lust and desire in them as he stared at you. He leaned in a bit closer and left small little kisses on your inner thighs. He was teasing you, again.

“A-Ash… c’mon is that necessary?” You asked in a slightly annoyed tone. You wanted him already but you knew it wouldn’t happen yet.

He looked up at you and pulled away slightly, “What’d I say, Y/N? I told you to be patient. You just have to wait.”

“Ash, I don’t wanna wait though… Please? I need you…”

If your begging didn't work, then nothing would. Good thing you knew exactly how to get what you want.

Ashton let out a string of tiny curses before leaning back in to leave kisses closer and closer to your clit. He gave into your pleas.

“A fucking-”

He gave you a tiny kiss.

“Brat, you-“

Another one.

“Shouldn’t even be-“

Another.

“Getting this.”

And with that his lips met your pussy and his hands held onto your thighs tightly, keeping your legs spread open for him. His tongue went through your folds and he let out moans, sending vibrations through your body.

You couldn’t form words as you moaned over and over again at the feeling of him eating you out. His nails dug into your thighs sending a shock of pain to you but you didn't mind. It felt good. You wrapped your hands in his hair, tightening your grip.

He moved his tongue out of you, leaving you to let out a whimper, and moved to your clit.

Waves of pleasure crashed over you as you tightened your grip on his hair even more and moaned. It was heaven, the way he made you feel. You adored the feeling of his mouth on your cunt making you squirm under his touch. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, you were hot and shaking and you were in pure bliss. You were all his.

“A-Ash… ‘M gonna…” You could barely get the words out but he knew what you were trying to say.

“Go ahead. Go on and come for me…” He said against your clit before going back to the same motion of playing with it.

“T-Thank you… Thank you…” you whined out loudly before feeling that tight not in your lower stomach break. You felt yourself coming and you gasped out for air, holding onto Ashton’s hair tighter, making him let out tiny moans as he rode you threw your orgasm.

You let go of his hair and he moved back to look at you as you both tried to catch your breaths. His face was covered with your arousal. God, was it a beautiful sight to see.

He wiped away some of the wetness on his face and licked his lips.

“You need to be quieter or someone’s gonna come in.” He said in a quiet voice, starting to stand up.

You got bright pink again.

“I shouldn’t have let you come since you weren’t listening but I did ‘cus I love you,” he spoke again.

“Thank you. I love you… So much.” You responded, looking at him as if you were still on the couch. He stood right in front of you and started to get undressed as well.

“You’re so, so lucky I love you, sunshine.” He said as he leaned over and kissed you.

You could taste some of your arousal on his lips and tongue. He cupped your cheeks with his hands and pulled you closer to him. You both knew you wanted each other more, it was apparent in both of your guy’s actions.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed you.

“Lay down, darling.” He ordered, and again, without any hesitation, you did as he said.

He got on top of you and put your legs around his waist as he lined up the tip of his cock with your pussy and looked at you to see if you’d still be okay with it. You nodded and that’s when he went in.

The groan he let out was pornographic, beautiful even. His hazel, almost green, eyes looked at you with love. He stayed still for a few moments for you to get adjusted before he started to move. It was slow, at first, but then his movements got faster.

You and him both let out quiet moans as the feeling of him going in and out of you clouded your mind.

“F-Fuck… baby, you feel so good…” He mumbled to you.

All you could do was let high-pitched moans out as he started to go faster and deeper inside of you, making you go crazy. You couldn’t handle it.

He started to say something again, whispering small praises and moans into your ear.

“‘M close… a-again…” You muttered through moans, trying to stay a bit quieter.

“G-Go on, baby… me too…” he whispered through tiny moans. “‘M so close… Where’d you want it?”

“I-In.” You said almost immediately.

You needed him to fill you up. You needed him inside of you. He felt so, so good. It was like you two were made for each other, the way he filled you up so perfectly.

He nodded his head and after a few more deep, and now a but slower, thrusts, you both hit your orgasms. You both tensed up and you looked each other in the eyes with love. His lips were bright pink and he was moaning your name over and over. He felt so good and so did you. It was amazing.

You looked up at him and ran your hands up and down his back with a smile as you both finished off your orgasms.

“That was absolutely amazing.” You said with a huge smile, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“Hell yeah, it was.” He responded with a small kiss and a cheeky smile.

[xxrainbow-princessxx]

Wishful Thinking - Drake x OC (Isabella)

Tagging: @lorirwritesfanfic @lorircreates @kimmiedoo5 @mom2000aggie @drakewalkerfantasy @secretaryunpaid @twinkleallnight @kingliam2019 @havenroyals @choicesprompts

Warning: When life gives you lemons…. 🍋 🍋 😏

Prompts: Sweet and Slow, We shouldn’t be doing this and I can make you forget him

“What are you doing here, came to gloat?” Isabella sucked in her cheeks, raising a delicate wine glass to her lips, the red nectar almost overflowing over the sides. There was no savouring the taste, nor allowing the bottle of Malbec she had already drank most of to aerate, wanting to taste the bitterness as she sat quietly alone in her Cordonian Townhouse’s kitchen on the cold marble counter. “Sánchez…” the figure standing in the door frame pushed himself up, moving closer toward her, “Nah, I’m not here to gloat… just checking in, haven’t seen you around campus for a few days y’know?” The Laurentian Princess’ chocolate brown eyes immediately looked upwards towards the man who stood in front of her, “I don’t need your pity Drake…” she spat angrily, “I knew what I was getting into…” causing the Texan to laugh as his attentions turned to her liquor cabinet. He poured two crystal tumblers of brandy before handing one to the petite brunette. “You wanna drink the pain away… drink this… wine just gives you a shit hangover…” Isabella raised her glass towards him, tilting it ever so slightly to clink both glasses together, “To being fucked over yet again…” she forcefully smiled before downing her drink, wincing as the liquid burned her already delicate throat from all the crying and screaming she had done hours beforehand.

With a slight cough she sat down her glass, staring up towards Drake knowing he pitied her. The expression on his face didn’t give it away but she could tell from how his onyx eyes filled with a sadness that she herself felt. “You don’t have to come check on me Drake…” Isabella gently spoke, “I’ll do as I normally do, pick myself up and get on with my life…” Drake took a step closer to her, his broad, muscular frame barely inches from her as he placed both hands either side of the Crown Princess’ body. His dark eyes locked onto hers as he stared directly into her soul, “You fucking deserve better and you know that!” Drake hissed, his whole body tensing. The smell of the sweet, smoky brandy from his breath mixing with the deliciousness of his cologne was intoxicating even more so than the wine. The Laurentian beauty felt her heart race in anticipation. Leaning forward, her lips crashed upon Drake’s and for that moment, she let herself melt into him. Her kiss was hungry, almost pleading him not to reject her. Drake placed her hands carefully against her delicate jaw, cupping her face gently as he purposely slowed down the kiss, savouring every moment as his tongue massaged hers, revelling in the taste that he had been craving for so long.

Separating for a breath, Drake stepped back as he bashfully ran his fingers through his hair awkwardly, “We shouldn’t be doing this… shit…” Isabella reached out, grabbing his shirt to bring him back closer to her, “No… it’s ok… I want to…” her perfectly manicured fingers trailed against his chest, Ruby red lips pouting, “Please Drake?” The Texan’s calloused rough thumb danced against the Crown’s Princess’ bottom lip as he whispered, “I can make you forget him if that’s what you want… but you and I both know it’ll only be in that moment…” Drake patiently waited for the reassurance from the petite brunette that she wanted this too, there was no pressure. “Tell me it’s ok Sánchez… I ain’t going to do anything unless you tell me it’s alright…” Isabella took a deep breath in, was she sure this was what she wanted? Drake was someone she trusted, someone she loved dearly. “I’m sure…” she whispered against his lips, kissing them once more. This time, Drake’s hands did not rest on the counter, but around her waist, pulling the petite brunette closer to him. His hands slowly moved upwards until they were entangled in her long cascading curls. Each movement was perfectly orchestrated, sweet and oh so slow. Drake would take his time, allowing his teeth to ever so slowly drag against Isabella’s bottom lip, nipping her playfully as she blushed.

Effortlessly, the Texan picked Isabella up from the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands cradling her backside as he carried her to her room. It was a strange feeling for Drake being in her room for such an intimate moment, but he had no urgency to go any faster as he carefully placing the petite brunette onto the duvet. Isabella’s chocolate brown eyes looked up at the King’s Guard lustfully in awe of him. For someone perceived so rough around the edges, Drake Walker certainly understood the delicacy of the female body. His hands softly caressed her frame as he peppered kisses along her neck and exposed décolletage, all accepted as a gentle moan escaped the Laurentian beauty’s mouth. Drake looked up towards her as his hands began to pull her dress above her thighs, “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop ok?” he gruffly spoke to reassure her once more as he pulled the material from her body carefully being conscious that one piece of clothing probably cost more than his salary before removing his own shirt. Isabella’s eyes widened in delight as she took in the view of Drake’s sculpted body that he always kept hidden under those denim shirts he always wore, his jeans hanging low on his hips emphasising his six pack.

His fingers carefully unclasped her bra, exposing Isabella’s ample bust causing her to blush slightly as she bashfully tucked the loose tendrils of hair that framed her face behind her ears. “Fuck you’re beautiful…” Drake muttered under his breath before leaning over her to kiss Isabella once more. The Crown Princess could feel her body yearning for him as his hardening length pressed against her, straining in his jeans. “Drake…” Isabella moaned into his mouth seductively, “Please touch me…” with a coy grin, Drake began to kiss down her torso, his hands following the shape of her hourglass figure until he reached her black lace thong. Hooking his fingers around the material, he took a deep breath as they cascaded down her thighs and legs to expose the Laurentian beauty fully to him. Drake didn’t need alcohol to feel drunk as his tongue cautiously began to taste the Crown Princess, savouring in her sweetness before he allowed his lips to tease her already sensitive nub. “Drake…” Isabella called out again in pleasure, her hands getting lost in the Texan’s shaggy dark dark as he explored her body further. Pressing one of his fingers against her entrance he groaned at how tight she was as he slowly entered her core, allowing her to relax before entering another finger. The petite brunette felt her thighs and legs pressing against Drake’s shoulders keeping him in the same exact spot, “Yes…” she softly moaned, “Right there…” her eyes rolling back as he continued to please the Crown Princess.

Feeling the walls of her warm core begin to tighten around his fingers, Drake kept his pace, coaxing the Laurentian beauty to spill over as her body tensed. As they caught each others gaze for a brief moment, the petite brunette rolled her eyes back once more as she came; Drake lavishing in his spoils as his tongue entered her heat causing Isabella to shudder at how sensitive she felt. “Drake…” she tried to catch her breath, “That was…” bringing a smirk to form across his face after licking his lips, “Only the start Sánchez…” He unbuckled his belt with one hand, popping open the buttons on his jeans to finally release his strained length. Isabella couldn’t help but stare as she took in the sight of him. His dark rugged looks, was a complete opposite to what she normally found herself attracted to but her eyes followed his chest hair towards his happy trail and then lower again. There was no denying that Drake Walker was genetically blessed. “You done staring?” He snorted playfully as he crawled up the bed, illiciting a giggle from the petite brunette as he stared into her chocolate brown eyes, each muscular arm on the other side of her body as he began to kiss her softly once more as she lay nestled underneath him.

Pressing his body against hers, Drake enjoyed the softness of her petite frame and the smell of her jasmine perfume as he breathed deeply, taking in her scent as he hovered above her. Feeling a slickness between her legs rubbing against his length, Drake groaned in satisfaction whilst the Crown Princess began to wrap her legs around his waist. “Do you need an invitation?” Isabella teased, but her taunting didn’t last for long. Pressing the tip of his member against her entrance, Drake smirked as he slowly made her feel every inch of him nestling inside her, stretching her to accommodate his size with every stroke. “God…” Isabella called out, reaching and grabbing onto the sheets around her much to Drake’s satisfaction, “What were you saying Sánchez?” he chuckled as their hips finally met, “It’s worth the wait I promise…” the petite brunette hissed as Drake began to thrust back and forth with a steady pace. She was much tighter than the Texan had imagined as his lips and fingertips found her already puckered nipples. The Laurentian beauty’s moans as the King’s Guard caressed her breasts made Drake want to claim her as his own.

Straightening himself up, both of his calloused strong hands gripped onto the petite brunette’s thighs as her feet brushed passed his ears. This time, Drake didn’t hold back as he began to thrust once more. The pace was quickened as Isabella’s breath hitched, feeling herself wanting to let go all over again. “I’m going to cum…” Drake groaned through gritted teeth, continuing to slide in and out of the Crown Princess’ warm, slick core, his hips slapping against her ass. “Yes…” Isabella purred, “Cum for me Drake…” before her chocolate brown eyes rolled back in ecstasy with a satisfied moan. As her walls began to tighten around his cock, Drake no longer could contain himself and with a groan filled the Laurentian beauty with his seed. “Isabella…” her name fell quietly from his lips only for Drake to open his eyes and find himself in his room, his pre cum covered hand squeezing his hardened length tightly. Closing his eyes again once more, he thought of the petite brunette calling his name, coaxing him to cum for her over and over again before he exploded ribbons of hot semen onto his stomach; the only thing he wished for was that she was there to help him clean up - unfortunately Drake knew deep down, that was wishful thinking.

[reveluving]

take me anywhere but home

summary: trystan always wants to take care of you, even if it's 3.12 a.m. in the morning.

pairing: m!trystan thorne x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: mature/smut (minors DNI!), major spoilers from book 2!

a/n: in honour of the end of book 2 because the authors spared my heart (tq <3) and honestly? this is one of my favourite pieces I've ever written, and not just because it's Trystan. it's just a little reminder that we all need a break every once in a while, yknow? gave my all in this, especially for Smutember, so don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading another choices fic? check out my m.list!

» smut includes; gentle (+ occasionally mean) dom!trystan, ‘beautiful’ as a pet name, nipple play, fingering, mild spitting, fingering, missionary, unprotected sex (p in v sex), praise kink, loads of kisses (a lot)—Trys is extra kinky but y’all already knew that. (prompts used at the end of fic!)

'But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.' ;

He groaned awake the moment he felt the side next to him unoccupied. It didn't take long for him to realize he had been hugging your pillow instead of you—you must've slid it into his reach when you got out of bed. Though he could’ve assumed you went for a quick run to the bathroom, he couldn’t help but glance at the door to the living room opened ajar, noticing the light slightly coming in. 

And like a moth to a flame, the amber light was practically calling him to look for you.

He checked the clock on the nightstand, his brows shooting up in surprise to see the time; 3.12 a.m. You were normally back in his arms around 2.30 a.m. 

Sighing, he stretched, joints popping and cracking as he did. It didn't take long for him to sit up, pushing the blanket off with his feet and trudging his way to the bathroom to splash his face.

In the midst of his awakening, he couldn't help but wonder what was different today. You couldn't be doing work at this hour, you (jokingly) promised not to touch a single file for the first few days of your well-needed break, and even if you broke your promise of straying away from work at least for a little while, it just didn’t feel right.

Big issue or not, something was obviously wrong. 

He exited the bathroom, wiping his hands with a hand towel, only to freeze up as he heard rustling in the corner of the room, just next to the floor lamp. He looked over at the dog bed, breaking into a smile as Alice let out a whine. Her eyes darted to the door before focusing on the man before her, as if silently telling him that she, too, noticed. Seeing her endearing head tilt, wondering what either of them should do, drew a soft sound of amusement out of him.

Still, Trystan couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh soon after. He had his suspicions, he just didn’t want to panic. Somewhere in the back of his mind, just the tiniest part of his brain, he feared the absolute worst. He even wondered why he didn’t scramble out of bed as soon as he noticed your lack of presence.

One may call him clingy from afar but he had a damn good reason for his concerns. 

The very thought of you ending up like Juliana. 

However, his more rational side was quick to dispel his doubts and nightmares. If anything did happen to you, which he hoped to God nothing did, one; he would’ve jolted awake at the sound of you fending off, for you were a force to be reckoned with, after all, and two; Alice could’ve easily smelt the first sign of danger and done her best to alert him.

“We won’t take long.” He reassured her, scratching the spot just behind her ears. It immediately soothed her worries as one of her back legs began kicking in delight. 

He stood up, exiting the bedroom before closing the door, figuring this might just be between you and him for the time being. Thankfully, he was grateful for remaining level-headed for it took little to no effort to find you.

There you were, one of your arms spread wide on the couch with nothing but your panties and Trsytan’s dress shirt buttoned only at the collar. You were swirling your drink idly, barely acknowledging the soft clinks of the ice as they slowly melted in the glass. Though seeing you just two articles of clothing away from being naked, he was more focused on how preoccupied you were with your thoughts. Your face, though subtle, held a myriad of emotions.

But if he had to describe in just a few words, you just seemed emotionally exhausted, hidden behind a veil of indifference.

It didn’t take long for you to look up, feeling someone’s eyes on you from your shared bedroom’s direction. You knew it wasn’t Alice, you would’ve heard her nails clicking against the floor and rushed over to lay by your side. You blinked a couple of times, refocusing on the present as you were greeted with Trsytan’s presence.

"Hey," You broke into a tired but warm smile, “You okay?”

Even in distress, you were still looking out for others. You weren't as subtle as you were hoping to be, or maybe he has lived with you long enough to pick up your habits. The itty-bitty details that even your own uncle wouldn't be able to notice, and no doubt you wanted to keep it that way. 

But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.

“I should be the one interrogating you, detective,” He cocked his head, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

You were tired, that much was certain, but you weren’t keen on the idea of going to bed at the moment. Not with the thoughts going through your head, maybe even reality settling in. The close calls, the sleepless nights, the ‘bathroom breaks’ you had to take during a brutal investigation, only to bite your finger to stop yourself from crying as soon as you leave the office. 

You hid them well, but you should’ve known better than to think it could work on Trystan, too.

Not that you were able to fool the rest of the crew either. You learnt that after the third attempt, about two years into your job, coming back to your desk from an episode to find an array of small but meaningful gifts on your desk, including essential oils, a couple of your favourite snacks and a tacky ‘hang in there’ card with a cat on it. 

Though it obviously didn’t magically wash your worries away, you did remember ending the day on a much lighter note than you expected. 

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep. You'd think after being given a week off, I'd be able to sleep like a baby." You let out a soft, hollow laugh before taking a sip of your drink, “‘Drooling away’, as you’d tell me oh so affectionately.”

You were forced to crane your neck as he approached you. You would’ve made a witty remark about him standing before you in just his briefs if not for the slight frown on his face, 

"I do miss seeing you drool first thing in the morning,” He dodged the playful swat of your hand, “C'mon, back to bed, you." 

"I can't sleep though." 

"We don't have to. I feel like you and I would be more at ease if we stayed together. I know what the mind can do to someone if they’re left alone with their own thoughts for too long." He clarified with a wry smile. When you lacked any response or even a sign to move, he knelt in front of you, grabbing your free hand to hold in between his, "What can I do to help you?"

You pursed your lips, knowing you couldn't talk him out of this one. Not with his insistence.

Instead, you sighed, patting the empty spot beside you.

“Sit with me?” He didn’t give you the time to finish your question, occupying the spot as soon as you pat the seat. You chuckled, more genuine than the last as Trystan snuck his arms around you.

You took another sip, but before you could allow the sharp liquid to flow down your throat, you felt Trystan’s fingers caressing the outline of your jaw. Holding your chin in between his fingers, he turned your head so he could stare directly into your eyes. As he leaned in for a kiss, his tongue slipped into your mouth, sliding against your own and absolutely hooked on the taste. Your taste.

Sweet, slightly smoky, with a smooth finish, especially the lascivious display he had you in—an ardent lover his absolute most to clear his beloved’s head, even for just a split second.

He swiftly took the glass out of your hand, placing it on the coffee table before drawing you into a deeper kiss as he effortlessly lifted you onto his lap. Your body could only droop in his arms in the same way your eyes did.

Warmth slowly spread through his chest, the chilliness he felt prior to waking up gradually disappeared as his body temperature rose. 

You were no better, face growing hot as you reciprocated almost bashfully. You weren't shy, not by a long shot, but it did catch you off guard.

You were the first to pull away, feeling something similar to a whiplash. That didn’t mean you wanted it all to stop, and as if Trsytan knew you best, he continued, pressing his lips to your jaw down to your neck as he decorated you with kisses. You could only give into his ministrations, lolling your head back a little. 

Looping one arm around his neck, you shivered as his breath tickled the crook of your neck. Trystan could've easily been lulled by the gentle brushing of his hair. 

"We can always go somewhere tomorrow." He murmured, prompting you to look down at the top of his head.

"I think I'd prefer to stay home. Just a day or two. With you. And Alice, of course," You smiled, patting his other arm with your free hand, "Why? Did you have somewhere in mind?" 

"No, no, you know me and my impulsivity. I just thought you'd prefer a little rendezvous, just the three of us. Take your mind off things," Trystan trailed off, hoping to lighten up the mood, “I heard the zoo here is pretty nice.”

You snorted, shooting him a teasing glare even if he couldn't see it, “And risk you pulling me into a pool like you did in Drakovia? You’re not fooling me, Thorne. I can hear it in your voice.” 

“Well, I tried.” He shrugged, sharing a soft laugh with you, though his died down way before yours did as he pulled away from you just a little. You wondered if it was just you, looking over and furrowing your brows when you saw him suddenly staring into space, deep in his thoughts.

“Trystan?” 

He heard you loud and clear, and yet, couldn’t help but mull over the mention of his old home. Particularly, a memory he could never forget.

"I... I'm really sorry. In the library, back in Drakovia. I didn't mean to snap." No matter how hard he tried, hoping his mind could finally acknowledge that you had forgiven him, and despite everything that happened, from murders to betrayals in less than two months, the flash of disappointment in your eyes still haunts him to this day.

"Hey, come on. If my own family started pointing fingers at me after finding a dead body in my room, I'd get pretty testy, too." 

"Don't do that, please," You would’ve thought he was scolding you if not for the desperation in his tone, "It was not okay. You've been there for me through and through, and that was the thanks I gave you?" 

It was clearly eating him up inside. 

"Trys, I admit. It… surprised me a little. But you know I would've told you if it bothered me," Work or not, you never liked beating around the bush. You pursed your lips, trying to figure out a way to bring out his old, infuriatingly passionate self, "Plus, you apologized even before I could figure out how to… punish you for it."

You were beyond relieved to see him crack a smile, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Oh? And how were you planning on punishing me, then?" 

"Giving you the silent treatment." You replied without missing a beat, your smirk widening as his face contorted into disbelief and horror, though you knew he was partially playing into it.

"That's just cruel," He frowned. You wordlessly shrugged, biting down the cheeky smile that threatened to slip off as you turned your head to the side with your arms crossed, "And childish." 

You continued to 'ignore’ him, looking around the unit as though he wasn't present. 

"You know it's not going to work on me." 

As if on cue, a loud honk resonated from the road below, grabbing your interest as you looked over at the window to see what the fuss was about. You could play the game all day and he clearly couldn’t.

“Still not working.” He added, almost as if trying to convince himself.

Nothing.

You knew you had broken his resolve when he let out a disgruntled huff.

"That's it." 

He surged forward, wrapping his arms around you before pulling you in for a bear hug. He kissed and gnawed on your neck, the ticklish sensation only caused him to tighten his grip as you futilely tried to escape his grasp. 

“Trystan!” You yelped and squirmed, unable to control the giggle that bubbled in your throat as he pulled the button-up you wore down, exposing more of your skin for him to attack, “C’mon, you’re not playing fair!”

“No? I thought the rule was simply not to speak up. So,” He cast you a shit-eating grin, “I win.”

You groaned dramatically, letting your head fall back to his shoulder as you succumbed to his cuddling tendency. You weren't fooling anyone with your supposed exasperation, though, and you couldn't resist either. So, you took everything he had to offer.

Nothing could deter you from the warmth he exuded, both inside and out. Not even as it began to drizzle in the night, raindrops pitter-pattering against the window. 

Alice, too, probably understood that the two of you were fine, and was now sleeping soundly. 

To him, this was peace; waking up not even at the ass-crack of dawn and rambling about the prizes you’ve won as a kid or making plans to drop off Alice at his sister’s while the two of you try out the dining in the dark experience restaurant that just opened the other day.

“Hey,” You said, looking over your shoulder. He hummed in response, wanting nothing more than to feel you. Talk to you. Listen to you. Anything to have you with him, despite the weighing guilt of momentarily making this about him instead of you, “I’m sorry for what happened.”

He finally opened his eyes, half-lidded and almost as tired as you were. No longer because of the lack of sleep but at the mere thought of his old home, the sheer whiplash of it all. Everything that happened in Drakovia felt like a fever dream; the good, the bad, and the utmost ugly. 

“I’m sorry, too.” It may have been your line of work but he couldn't imagine being subjected to the chaos you two had endured, had he decided to fly home to solve the case and then come back to the States with anyone but you. Plus, the childhood reminiscing, cultural tours and sexual escapades he was able to share with you were what made the whole trip more than just bearable.

He didn't need anyone to tell him that his family was in fact not normal, and he most certainly wouldn't have vocalized his distaste in their ways if not for the agency.

That was not to say he was a coward, and he still loved his family. Every day, he thanked the universe for the outcome. Had he held onto a sliver of hope for some sense of belonging with the line instead of fighting for what he truly believed, who knows how it could’ve ended?

But it all hardly mattered now. His life wasn’t about Drakovia anymore, not to that extent It was no longer about the short-lived commodity and ‘hoping for the best’ as he did before and after his exile. Whether it was anything as mundane as being stuck in traffic with the crew or as ridiculous yet domestic as falling in the bathtub with you while giving Alice a much-needed bath. His life was nothing short of an adventure with the people that he, as cliché as it sounded, has seen as his own family.

Your eyes fluttered open as he planted a kiss on the nape of your neck, a delicate touch. One after another, his lips ascended to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder just met.

Your breath hitched as his cold hands took hold of yours, swiping his thumbs over your knuckles. His hands then slowly travelled up your arms, imagining the goosebumps rising under the sleeves. With his shirt buttoned in a similar fashion to an off-shoulder top, he pulled the collar down your arms, just until your cleavage became more visible. 

You could feel him smile into your back at the sight of your hardened nipples peeking through the material.

"Trystan..?" He hadn't spoken a word since his hands began to wander all over your body, and it remained that way for a couple more seconds as he trailed his lips across your newly exposed skin.

"Hmm?" He hummed, coming up at your eye level as he hooked his chin on your shoulder. Following his gaze, you watched your reflections in the window. It was unclear from the raindrops trickling down the glass, but enough to make out just how naked the two of you really were.

"I just…" He piped up, but not before moving to your other shoulder to peck and nose at, "I just want you to let it all go. Lose yourself to me." 

You were like a fish out of water; it shouldn't have surprised you as it did, but something about his tone, the yearning, the sheer need to lift off the weight that you've been carrying for a while. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry now that you’d grown soft, letting your vulnerability seep through. You weren’t stupid enough to show your sensitive side out and about, but with Trystan, it felt wonderful to have someone ready as he was to take the reins. 

"Can you do that for me?" 

Then again, maybe you do know what to do. 

You nodded deliberately.

"Can you say it for me? Please?" 

“Yes,” You muttered under your breath, “Yes. Please, Trystan. Whatever you want.”

“No,” He raised your hand, kissing the back of it before looking into your eyes, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

He patiently waited for your reply, lips quirking in amusement as his eyes flitted to the way you ground your hips instinctively. 

“Whatever I want…” You dragged his hands upwards, and instantaneously understanding your desperation for his touch, he squeezed your breasts before haphazardly doing it again upon sliding them under your shirt. His cold palms only caused you to jolt as he rolled your pebbled buds in between his fingers.

Grunting as he cupped your breasts, he pecked your forehead for your attention. You peered up at him, your eyes lost in the moment of lust before widening as Trystan leaned in. Your state of surprise allowed him entrance through your lips, licking the inside of your mouth as his only form of sustenance.

You could feel the patch forming in between your legs, though Trystan's sharp eyes were quick to notice how your thighs were rubbing together. 

He broke the kiss, your breaths ghosting over each other's lips, "Feels nice, doesn't it? Letting someone else take control?" 

One of his hands left feathery touches as he reached down to your panties; black, cheeky underwear with a lace trim that he's known and loved. He slipped past the waistband, though not touching the spot you needed him most just yet. Instead, he took a handful of the material via your other leg opening before pulling it upwards, cupping your sopping pussy.

Had you not reacted in such a lewd way, suddenly digging your nails into his thigh and arching your back, you would've noticed the lazy smirk forming on his face. 

He then lifted the hem of your shirt, catching a glimpse of the tightened fabric rubbing in between your folds. 

"I'd love to know what my darling wants." He reminded with a purr, shamelessly gazing upon the erotic display. 

"I–!" You cut yourself off with a whine when he pulled the front from side to side, "Trystan, please! Please…" You placed your hand over his, the one playing with the bands of your underwear. He immediately let you take control, releasing his hold in favour of feeling your slick by brushing his fingers along your lower lips.

"You're dripping." He sighed in absolute bliss, imagining the slickness already coating his fingers before pulling his hand out of your panties without a warning.

Your protests died on your tongue when he let out a deep growl. 

He turned you around, chest to chest before pressing his lips to yours with urgency. In the midst of your passionate embrace, Trystan began to sit up on his knees, manoeuvring you by the waist so you laid on your back. His knees were on either side of you, his right arm holding himself up on the seat just over your head. 

He took a moment to appreciate you, his chest heaving as the lights of the bustling city surrounded you from behind like a golden halo crown. 

He reached up to your face, gently caressing your cheek before leaning in for a smooch. Soon, he trailed soft kisses down your body.

You squirmed, hands resting on his shoulders as he descended. His lips lingered in the valley of your breasts, locking his eyes with yours as his tongue flicked and swirled around your nipples. He did the same to the other before proceeding to your tummy, but not before playfully pulling the bud with his lips.

Your hips continued to buck, seeking relief as his firm chest hovered just over the one place you yearned for the most.

“Easy,” Judging by his tone, he was enjoying this a whole lot, hiding the smug as he held your legs down. Figuring that he has left you enough kisses for the time being, he finally reached the flimsy material between him and your, well, his pretty pussy. His words, not yours, “How shall I go about this, hm?” 

He dragged his fingers up and down your clothed sex, biting his bottom lip as you ground yourself against his teasing, “Is it just my hands that you want? Slowly stretch you open with three fingers? Or does my beautiful detective wish for my tongue as well?” 

He licked a long stripe up the damp fabric, daring you to break eye contact. Your hand shot to his hair as you jumped.

“Or,” He held onto your thighs with a smack, “Both? Will you let me taste you a bit, too?"

“Yes! Both! B-Both, please, Trys!” You begged with a gasp, resisting the urge to just claw at his pesky hands. He offered you some mercy, but not before removing your panties painstakingly slowly. Carelessly tossing the little cloth behind him, he whistled at your glistening pussy, waiting for his attention.

“Both it is.” He wasted no time, dropping his head and licked into you as his tongue could reach. The sight of Trystan’s sturdy physique holding onto your legs like you were a lifeline as he buried his face in between your legs seared into your mind. Just as you bucked again, he pulled away but was just as quick to slip his middle finger into you. 

You clenched around him just as the obscene squelch reached his ears, his finger bottoming out at his knuckles. He pulled his head back, only to surge forward once again to suck on your clit. He shook his head, soaking his lips and chin with your juices.

Satisfied with the way his fingers shined and glistened, he sucked on the juices before spitting it into your pussy. As if he wasn't a menace enough, he stuffed the same fingers back into you, with some of the spit mix leaking out.

This time, the pistoning of his fingers quickened, his lips parting as you did out of pure bliss. You could feel yourself trickling down, smearing your tight hole before the couch itself. Not that you cared, and neither did he. 

Your legs trembled, and before just as you felt the rush of heat across your body, you forced him to stop by the wrist. 

Trystan's brows shot up in surprise, and understandably so. Any signs of his tiredness seemed to have disappeared with a snap of a finger as he crawled over closer to check up on you. However, you didn't spare him a second and captured his lips with yours for a desperate kiss. 

“N-No, no. I need you,” You muttered, his forehead resting against yours as he tried syncing his heartbeat with yours from the instantaneous high. His fingers remained stuffed inside you, now moving languidly. You choked out a sob, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Fuck, please Trystan! Fuck me.” 

Seeing you fall apart just by his hands and voice, begging him to take control was enough to result in the raging hard-on he was sporting. Each time he rutted against the seat felt almost painful just as it was more addicting than the last. 

Like a man possessed, he did as he was told, removing his boxers with his free hand while kissing away the tears of pleasure that threatened to spill. 

Slowly sliding his digits out of you, he unabashedly appraised how soaked three of his fingers were, especially glistening in the light. As much as he wanted to just suck it all off in one go, he, instead, licked your juices off his index finger. 

"How could I say no?" He cooed, finally ridding the briefs as his cock sprung out. Beads of precum dribbled down the sides, visibly aching to be inside you. Trystan threw his head back as he stroked his cock, electricity coursing through his body as he sought even an ounce of relief from your juices alone. 

You whimpered, clenching around nothing and absolutely yearning for him. Naturally spurred by your neediness, he towered over you as he trailed butterfly kisses up your frame, his unfairly large stature easily eclipsing yours.

Staring into your eyes with his half-lidded ones, he rested his forehead against yours, whispering in a tone that nearly moved you into tears for a totally different reason.

“There's no greater length I wouldn't go to to make you happy.”

Your throat tightened at his words, levelling his vulnerability just as you were to show you there was no shame in you being human. 

You sniffled, nodding thoughtfully as you hooked your arms around his neck. He nuzzled the side of your face, whispering sweet reassurances before lining himself up against your tight slit. 

He slowly pushed forward with a heady groan, gritting his teeth as he slowly breached your already clenching walls. He hung his head for a moment, feeling lighthearted from your intoxicating warmth despite not even halfway in. 

“Fuck," He drawled, the very girth of him throbbed as he eased himself in inch by inch and ignoring his need to go to town with you. It took a lot in him, especially the way you huffed and moaned so deliciously in his ear. He knew you loved it, but you didn't need that right now. 

“Trys–tan…!” You pleaded, pushing your hips back into him as he pulled out until the very tip, only to gasp sharply as he drove into you once more. He battered your cunt immensely, fueled by the way your nails dug into his back as if he may float away if you let go. He was so sweet, going slow yet deep if the way his muscles flexed was anything to go by.

A wanton moan slipped past your lips. You felt full, you were full, finding yourself in a drunken haze as he railed into you, coaxing you, or better yet, demanding you not to hold.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” His breaths grew ragged, fading into a disbelief chuckle, “That’s it, beautiful. Squeeze my cock, just like that.” 

“M—Mn–gah–!” The second you felt him reach that one sensitive spot inside you, the pitch of your voice grew higher, "Right there..!" 

His pupils were dilated, determined even at the very sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. You felt dishevelled, but Trystan thought were a sight for sore eyes, ready to be admired and worshipped.

"Gonna cum already?" You were too fucked out to think of a remark about the hint of condescension in his voice, though he made it up to you when he pounded into you a little faster, making your toes curl. It was all too addicting, despite the burn in your thighs from rolling your hips in hopes of chasing your high faster than you already were.

"Do it. Cum on me, make a mess. Bite me, scratch me, do whatever you want. I got you." He left open-mouth kisses up your jaw as his blown out pupils gazed upon yours.

With a final trust, you spasmed around his cock with an almost silent moan, holding onto him with a violent shiver. The way you clenched around him so tightly, almost constructing had one of his knuckles turning a tone lighter, clenching the seat hard as he spurted inside as you came as well.

His chest heaved, holding onto the little strength he had left to suffocating you if he were to ever fall in your arms. He didn't though, as breathless as he was, he still catered to you, leaving lazy kisses wherever he was able to reach. 

It took the two of you a minute, probably even more, but he found the will to move, slowly easing himself out and cooing at you as you whined. Feeling your cum and his dripping out slowly when he hoisted you into his arms, now leaning into him this time.

The two of you remained still, minus the exchange of kisses and worn out smiles with one another. There was no need to rush, even when the occasional tremors of your thighs or Trystan's heavy breathing have stopped after some time.

"Trys?" You whispered, throat a little raspy from your whines and screams. He held his hand up with a ‘hang on’, standing up with a slight shakiness in his knees, not bothering with the briefs he had tossed to the floor as he casually walked to the kitchen. You remained on your back, hearing the fridge door open before it closed. He then whirled around to the bedroom door, initially planning to get a towel and a blanket, only to stop dead in his tracks.

He didn’t know how to feel about going commando while Alice could potentially wake up, especially after the noises you made.

He felt stupid but he'd prefer it as such rather than traumatize your sweet girl.

Instead, he decided to check the guest bathroom.

He returned with two towels and a cold water bottle in hand, twisting the cap open before offering it to your lips. You gulped a good amount, just until Trystan was confident to pull it away and have a sip on his own. 

He even made drinking look good, your eyes darting between his bobbing Adam’s apple and the sheen of perspiration glazing his body. Half bottle gone, he placed it next to the now watered-down beverage, covered and trickling with condensation. He then grabbed the blanket conveniently draped over the headrest, for movie nights where you would likely fall asleep in front of the TV. 

He took a good couple of minutes cleaning you up, wiping off the beads of sweat then the oozes of cum between you thighs with the second towel. He did the same for himself but not before passing you the bottle once more, silently telling you to drink a little more. 

He fell back on the couch with a contented sigh, opening up his arms for you to join him. 

“Come here,” You did as he told, snuggling  in his chest and letting out a squeak as he smooched the crown of your head a couple of times, “You were saying?” 

"Let's do something later." You turned your head upwards, watching his eyes gleam at your suggestion. 

"Anything you'd like." You didn’t think this through, but you did know that you wanted to do something. Just then, you remembered the food market being held in Williamsburg for the next couple of months.

“There’s this Japanese food place that I’ve been meaning to try at Smorgasburg…” You began, but you didn’t have to explain any further for him to be on board.

“Consider it done,” He then squinted his eyes, focusing on the arms of the clock hanging above the TV, “It doesn’t start until 11, right? Might as well get some shut-eye in the meantime.”

He was right, the vendors wouldn't be open until another five hours or so, and as if on cue, you were hit with a wave of tiredness. Your eyes began to feel droopy, prompting you to make yourself comfortable in his arms. 

“Is that a yes?” He asked with a chuckle. You nodded with an ‘mhm’, “Thank you.”

“For the nap?” You quirked a brow, his expression settling into a warmer one as you smiled at each other. He closed the distance between your faces, pressing a kiss on the apple of your cheek.

“For everything.” He could go on and on about how much his life changed when the two of you met and vice versa, but he’d rather not give you a blackmail-worthy material if he were to ever talk nonsense in his sleep, although he had no doubts that you’d prefer otherwise. He was starting to doze off just as you did, pulling the covers higher before flicking the lamp light switch off and letting you snuggle against him. Your only source of light being the twinkles and glimmers of the city itself. 

That brought a bright smile to your face, touched to see just how far you were. You really have fallen hard, but what was new? 

It’ll be another day once the sun shines, but for now, he could rest easy, and so could you. And even if you did wake up past what was initially planned, or if the day remained too rainy for you to head out, that was fine, too.

With Trystan around, there wasn't anything for you to worry about.

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» tagging @choicesficwriterscreations & @choicesprompts for smutember! ;; & the gorgeous red rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

» prompts used ;; 3. let me taste you ; 8. sweet & slow ; 24. worship

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Smutember prompt: caught in the act

Love Bites

Premise: Ethan and Cassie get a little carried away in their sex capades.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Mature – NSFW. Tropes: Public Places. Gala. Words: 2,325

A/N: This fic is for 2 anon prompt requests. Submission for @choicesprompts Smutember, prompt 10 (caught in the act); for @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 day 21 (kiss). I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 49, prompt 1 and 3 (in bold).

The glittering lights of the ballroom sparkled like stars in the painted ceiling above. Soft music from a string quartet tucked away in a little alcove mingled with the din of a crowd.

The conversations around the room jumped from stock market tips to the vagrancy of the global economy to an auction at Sotheby’s for a priceless piece of art.

Ethan Ramsey eavesdropped on the people behind him and wondered how priceless the artwork was given it was on auction, which, by its very definition, required one to put a price on an object.

He leaned against a column, sipping a passable Scotch, and watched his girlfriend work the room. Dr. Valentine could triage a level one emergency in the middle of the night, but Cassie Valentine was made for settings like this.

A designer gown that teased as much as it revealed, hair expertly styled and make-up that highlighted her green eyes and red lips. She blended in with Manhattan’s glitterati as if she belonged. But then again, this was her world as much as Edenbrook was.

Cassie could, and did, straddle two worlds with aplomb. Ethan envied that about her.

He could schmooze if absolutely pushed under the pain of death, but he always felt awkward doing it. Like he was wearing shoes two sizes too big.

Cassie wore a shimmering black dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugged her curves. Her arms were bare and cuffed with more diamonds. And when she moved, he spied glimpses of silky white thighs. Earlier this afternoon, those same legs had been locked around his ass.

A teardrop diamond pendant was framed between her cleavage, just below the dip at the base of her throat. It caught the glint of the chandeliers. He briefly lost himself in an erotic fantasy where his lips sucked deep at the sensitive spot on the side of her neck as her throaty cries echoed around him.

He smirked into his drink at the thought of crossing the carpeted floor, taking her in his arms and marking her in front of everyone. That would show them who she was going home with tonight.

Especially one of her exes who’d almost ruined the evening before it began with the lascivious way he stared at her breasts and hips. Ethan wanted to applaud when Cassie stared the other man down until he escaped with a flimsy excuse.

Ethan reflected that Asshole the Third, Max’s nickname for the other man, was well deserved.

“Thought I’d find you lurking in the corner,” Cassie said charmingly as she floated toward him on high heels, a champagne flute in one hand.

“Don’t blame me,” Ethan quipped with a wry grin. “Your brother deserted me for a sultry redhead. Or maybe it was the luscious brunette.”

Cassie’s brows knit in annoyance, and she turned around to look for Max in the crowded ballroom. She huffed when her search proved unsuccessful and turned back, moving closer. Her floral scent tantalized his senses, and he inhaled deeply, feeling lightheaded.

“You take my breath away every time I see you,” he murmured into her ear, lightly biting the edge of her earlobe. “My patience is wearing thin. Let’s get out of here.”

Cassie sipped her champagne and threw him an amused look above the rim of her glass.

“All in good time, babe,” she winked. “My mom would never forgive me if we left before the main event.”

Handing her empty glass to a passing server, Cassie nestled against him and hooked one arm around his back. She planted light kisses along his jawline, little nips and bites that she soothed with her tongue.

“I already thanked you earlier for accompanying me this weekend,” she said between kisses. “But I feel this sacrifice deserves an extra spicy reward.” She bit the corner of his lips. “If you’re up for a sexy dare, that is?”

Ethan’s ears perked up at the salacious proposition, and he met the challenge in her eyes with one of his own.

“I’m not the one protesting whenever I fuck you against my apartment’s windows,” he lowered his voice, the words deliberately crude to gauge how serious she was.

She scoffed but didn’t deny the accusation. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, she placed a hand on his arm and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Meet me in the corner cloakroom. Five minutes.”

Ethan blushed when he realized she was deadly serious. He watched her hips swing enticingly as she navigated the crowds toward the exit. Suddenly, his collar felt tight, and he tugged it away from his neck.

Anticipation had him practically panting. He started to follow Cassie when Max stepped into his path.

“Have you seen my sister?” he asked, glancing on either side before looking at Ethan, puzzled. “Your face is flushed. You okay?”

Ethan nodded, resisting the urge to tug at his collar again, and prayed the younger man wouldn’t press the issue.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” Max said with a shrug, taking Ethan at his word. “Come on. He’s by the bar.”

Stuck, Ethan followed Max to the other side of the room. He glanced at the exit Cassie had taken and sincerely hoped she was still in the mood when he joined her.

Fifteen minutes later, he shifted anxiously on his feet, trapped between Max, the CEO of a new health center focused on diagnostics, and the curse of social niceties. The conversation with the other man was fascinating, and he would have been entirely present in any other circumstances. But not when his girlfriend was waiting to be fucked.

When his phone buzzed against his chest, he reached into the pocket and looked down at the screen. He didn’t need a Cypher to decode the three questions mark in Cassie’s text.

“I’m sorry,” he said apologetically at the two men before him. “This is important.” He indicated the phone in his hand, shading the screen from Max’s shrewd gaze. “I need to make a phone call.”

Ethan hastily escaped, his long strides covering the length of the ballroom, a man on a critical mission. He marched down the long hallway, ignoring the guests mingling in the relative quiet of the foyer.

The corner cloakroom wasn’t being used for the event, and the window was shuttered. It looked dark and deserted.

Figuring Cassie had given up on him and returned to the gala, Ethan started to turn away when a hand grabbed him from behind and pulled him into the darkened room.

“Finally!” Cassie muttered. He could hear the pout in her voice. “I thought I was going to have to handle things myself.”

It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim lighting from the hall coming through the wooden slats of the roll-up window.

“Blame your brother,” Ethan grunted, his hands rough as he gripped her elbows and lifted her against the wall.

“You seem to be blaming Max for many things today,” Cassie said, exasperated.

“Scold me later,” he said, covering her body with his.

His mouth descended upon hers, swallowing whatever Cassie was about to say. His lips coaxed hers open to the thrust of his tongue, desperate in his need for her. With a moan, she pressed against him, her fingers digging into his hips.

Their breathing became labored as their kisses became greedy, hungry and ravenous. Cassie sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, lightly catching it between her teeth. It stung, and he tasted blood.

Ethan cupped her jaw in one hand, gripping it tight to hold her in place, and lowered his mouth to kiss the dip at the base of her throat. He cuffed her wrists in one hand and raised her arms, keeping them flush against the wall. The movement thrust her cleavage out.

Recalling his earlier fantasy, Ethan pushed the top of her dress down and buried his face between her naked breasts. He savored the sexy sounds she uttered as he licked and sucked her nipples, biting the edge just enough for her desire-filled eyes to snap open.

He could feel the tremors coursing through her body and released her hands. He reached under the skirt of her dress to grip her ass, lifting her hips until she locked her legs around his thighs. The fabric of her dress draped over his arms as he shoved the skirt away and stared heatedly at the lacy triangle covering her crotch.

Cassie’s fingers fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping him. She thrust her hands inside his underwear to cup him. Her fingers gently wrapped around his thick length and released him from his pants, pumping once, twice, and stroking the tip with her thumb. He rocked himself, sliding into her grasp, grunting his need as words failed him.

He nibbled kisses along Cassie’s jaw and down her throat. Below, his fingers stroked her core, teasing the tender folds. His thumb pressed against the top of her sex, and she squirmed, her hands falling to the side.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, rubbing against him.

Ethan sucked hard on the tendon in her neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin, and she jumped.

“Stop!” Cassie pushed him back as she slapped a hand where his lips had been.

Ethan shook his head to clear the haze of lust clouding his mind. He saw tears prick the corner of her eyes, but they didn’t fall.

“Let me look,” he said gently and removed her hand. “Crap.”

“Double crap,” Cassie said with a dismayed glance.

They stared at the redness on her neck from the hickey and the light impressions of his teeth around its edges. He remembered thinking earlier how he’d like to mark her. But it had been an idle thought. He’d never want to embarrass her in front of her family.

“Ethan, I can’t go back to the gala looking like this,” she cried out, almost in tears.

“I’m sorry, love,” he said, placing his palm along the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheekbones. “I got carried away.”

“We both did,” Cassie said, sighing deeply. “What are we going to do?”

Ethan started to respond, but Cassie shushed him.

They heard voices outside and stared in alarm at the unlocked door. They tried to scramble apart while tugging at the bodice of Cassie’s dress, but the door suddenly swung inward before they could do anything.

For a second, light from the hallway shone directly on their tangled bodies and then two people appeared in the doorway. They wore the hotel uniform and had a rolling coat rack behind them. He didn’t recognize the man, but the woman had been manning the other cloakroom when they arrived.

Ethan pressed himself against Cassie’s front to protect her modesty, but it was obvious from the shocked looks on their faces that they’d gotten quite an eyeful. He realized then that Cassie wasn’t the only one exposed. His dick hung out from the opening in his dress pants.

“Shut the door,” Ethan barked when the pair remained frozen in the doorway.

His shout seemed to do the trick as the two workers hurriedly slammed the door shut.

“Wow. You put the fear of Doctor Ramsey in them,” Cassie said, giggling.

She adjusted the bodice of her dress, shaking the folds of her skirt to remove any creases. Ethan smiled ruefully and tucked himself away, gently zipping up and buckling his belt.

His eyes darkened as they fell on the love bite.

“Do you want to head back to the hotel?” he asked, peering intently at her.

“We can’t,” she reminded him, pushing herself off the wall. “Let me think.”

She started pacing the small space, seemingly in a conversation with herself. Ethan wanted to interrupt, but he knew her well enough by now to not do that.

“Okay, I have a solution,” Cassie said, folding her arms in front of her. “I checked my shawl into the cloakroom when we arrived. I can wrap that around my neck and shoulders. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them I’m cold. Max will suspect something’s up but won’t say anything.”

“Let’s go get your shawl,” Ethan said with a nod to indicate his agreement with the plan. “Facing that cloakroom attendant again can’t be any more embarrassing than what already transpired.”

“Oh, no, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie said with a tsk, moving away from Ethan. “You gave me the hickey. Ergo, you’re going to get my shawl while I wait here. I’m not stepping foot outside this room until I’m presentable.”

Marching down the hallway to do as she demanded, Ethan grumbled internally that it was her idea to make out in the empty cloakroom. But, he reasoned, they wouldn’t need to cover up if he hadn’t lost control. So, he owed her.

He and the attendant avoided eye contact during the entire interaction, and Ethan wondered what had happened to his once-sedate life.

The old him would have never been in this situation, pretending the woman across from him hadn’t just caught him ravishing his girlfriend in public with a few hundred esteemed guests mingling close enough to hear but for the music.

Later, he escorted Cassie back to the ballroom, the shawl firmly ensconced around her neck. It looked strange, given the circumstances, but they had no choice.

“Hey, where have you guys been?” Max called out from a short distance away, clearly on the lookout for them.

Cassie kept a straight face as her brother started toward them. She glanced sideways at Ethan, and they shared a conspiratorial wink.

Ethan grinned wickedly as Cassie walked over to meet Max in the middle. A sedate life was overrated, he thought. With Cassie around, he’d never be bored. She wouldn’t let him. And that was better than any medical mystery he’d ever solved.

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SMUTEMBER 2023

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We’ve got time

The morning after

Let me taste you

I’ve never done this before

Let’s swap

Fantasy

Messy

Sweet and slow

Hard and fast

Caught in the act

Voyeurism

Three is not a crowd

Teeth and claws

Clothes stay on

We shouldn’t be doing this…

We just met and this is crazy….

Reclaiming (Make up sex)

Edging

Shower sex

Angry sex

Shhh, you have to keep quiet

Mark me, make me yours

You’re mine

Worship

Punishment

Self love

Jealousy/possession

I can make you forget him

Just friends?

I didn't know I was into that (Kink unlocked)

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“I’ve Never Done This Before.”

Luke Hemmings x GN!Reader

Summary; You and Luke have been together for almost a year now and decided to take the sexual part of your relationship to the next level by trying out something a bit new.

Warnings; Smut, NSFW, 18+ minors DNI, porn with plot, praise, a tiny bit of dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, dom Luke, sub reader, degration, rough sex, cursing, dirty talk

A/N; Day 4’s fic is done! Yaaay! I’m glad I got this one done. I love it so much and It’s a whopping 3,242 words!

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You and Luke have been with one another for almost a year now and you guys were pretty happy with your relationship. One night when he came home, from being at the studio, he saw you sitting on the couch in the living room while watching TV, he smiled at you.

“Hey, Sweetie! What’re you watching?” He asked with a smile.

You looked over to see the tall blonde walk over to you, leaning over the back of the sofa right next to you.

“Hey, lover boy! I’m just watching some documentaries on Netflix. Nothing too special. Wanna join?” You asked him as you looked up behind you. There was a cheeky smile on your face. The one he always loved to look at. Your smile was probably one of his favorite things about you.

Luke looks at you with a smile, and then he sits down next to you on the couch. He leans his head on your shoulder as he says in a soft voice, “Sure, what’s it about?”

“Honestly, I’m not too sure. I kinda put it on as background noise while I was reading but then I got distracted halfway from both of them.”

“Interesting,” Luke says in a relaxed tone. “I like these kinds of documentaries. They're so intriguing to watch,” he adds as he looks at you. Luke wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer.

“I've missed you,” he says with a smile.

“I missed you too, hun… So, what’d you do all day?” You asked him as you looked from the TV to him.

“I had to work on a new song. It’s been a lot of writing and recording over the past couple of days.” He pauses for a minute and then smiles at you again, “It was pretty tiring, but at least I can relax with you now,” he adds as he leans his face closer to yours. Luke gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek and then holds you a little tighter.

“I’m excited to hear the new song. It always pays off when you finish an album or whatnot but if it’s getting too much, Tell me, okay?” You asked him as you smiled and looked at him.

Luke smiles at you and then looks at the TV again. He puts his head back down on your shoulder as he says, “Okay. I just hope everyone likes it.”

As the two of you continue to watch the documentary, he squeezes your hand gently and then kisses it. After that, he puts his arm around you again and nuzzles his head against your neck. You let out a tiny laugh as you felt his blonde curls brush against your neck, tickling you a bit.

“Luke, hun, is there something on your mind?” You asked as you felt his fingers trace tiny shapes on your arm.

"I'm just thinking about how much I love you," Luke replies in a soft voice.

He then pulls you closer and gives you a light kiss on the cheek. "I'm also thinking about how much I want to spend time with you. You make me happy, Y/N," he adds.

“That sounds good ‘cus I wanna spend time with you too.” You responded with a smirk growing on your face.

"That's good to hear, baby," Luke says. He looks into your eyes and smiles nervously.

After a few seconds, he then leans in closer to you and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. His expression is soft, and he seems to be very genuine and loving at this moment.

"I love you," he whispers to you.

“I love you too,” You said back to him as you leaned in for another kiss.

Luke held you tightly in his arms. As the two of you remain on the couch together, the documentary continues to play in the background. He kissed you again and pulled you a bit closer to him, making the kiss deepen. Luke pulls away but holds you close. He looks into your eyes and smiles.

"You're amazing," he whispers to you, his expression soft.

“I know,” You whispered back before adding on, “Bedroom?”

"Bedroom," Luke repeated in agreement and got up from the couch. He reaches down and takes your hand, then he leads you to the bedroom, “Come on, Sweetie."

He gently pulled you along into your bedroom and shut the door as you two walked in. You looked over at him and laid down on the bed, pulling him on top of you, and kissed him.

Luke kissed you back and then started to move his body against yours as you lay on the bed. He runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your neck and your lips. As the two of you continue to kiss passionately, Luke moves his hands down to your waist and starts to caress your hips. He pulls you even closer, his body firmly against yours.

You let out a hum into the kiss and opened your eyes as you pulled away from the kiss.

“Wait… Luke, baby, wait.” You mumbled as he stopped moving and looked at you.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” He asked in a soft and concerned voice. He wanted to know if he did anything wrong.

“I wanna try something new tonight. I wanna experiment, spice things up a bit.”

Luke looks at you with his eyebrows raised, his expression curious and a little bit surprised. After a few seconds, he replies, "Well, I'm open to anything. What did you have in mind? I'm sure we can try it."

Luke smiles at you again, and he seems to be more than excited about experimenting with something new.

“Well… you know I love how sweet and loving you can be but this time can we try to be more… rough? Like you get more dominant and rough and shit?” You asked, feeling a bit embarrassed as your cheeks got red.

"I think I know what you mean," Luke says as he strokes your hair. "Are you sure you want that?”

You nodded and gave him a soft smile.

“Okay… well we can use our usual safeword if things get too much for either one of us.” He said with a soft and comforting voice. He wanted to make sure you were 100% comfortable and okay.

“That’s perfect.” You agreed, leaning in for another kiss.

The kiss was soft and tender but after a few seconds, he started to get more passionate with it. He nipped at the bottom of your lip, making you gasp at the sudden feeling, and took it as an invite for him to kiss you deeper.

You felt his hands start to wander from your waist to the bottom of your shirt pulling it up. He pulled away from the kiss and took a few breaths, trying to get his breath back to a normal place, as you did the same.

“Take off your clothes and get on your knees in front of the bed.” He said in a quiet but ordering tone. It sent chills down your spine. The way he spoke was different than he usually did during sex. He was always sweet and loving, but this? This was just as good.

As you started to take off your clothes, he looked at you with a hint of lust and need in his eyes. You got off the bed, bare and vulnerable to him, with your clothes thrown to the side, and got to your knees in front of the edge of the bed, where Luke was sitting in front of you, with just his boxers on.

He looked at you with his light blue eyes and a smile on his face. He curled his finger, motioning you to come forward and get closer to him, and you did as he said. You looked up at him with doe eyes, like a lost puppy, just wanting him and only him. Nothing else could distract you.

“You’re so beautiful…” he said in a soft voice as he looked down at you, “Take it out, love.”

You got even more of a bright red, a bit embarrassed at how much of a submissive state he’s got you in and at how wet you were getting just from the way he looked and talked to you, and nodded. You did exactly as he asked and brought your hands up to the waistband of his shorts and boxers, pulling them down to the ground. You took them off for him, throwing them into the pile of clothes that were already discarded.

You could see him swallow thickly when you take out his cock and let out a breathy moan, feeling your hand cover him completely. You knew what his dick looked like, this wasn’t your first time with him, but every single time you longed for it as if you’d never seen him or his cock before. You looked at the leaking tip and the few veins along the shaft, making you more aroused. Your breath was warm and fast, you needed to have him in your mouth. You needed to have him in you.

You leaned forward and stopped to look at Luke in the eyes before giving the tip of his dick a small kiss. A groan escaped from Luke’s lips as he looked down at you.

“Fuck… Go on, baby. You know what to do.” Luke said in a low voice.

You looked at him before looking down at his dick again and licking the tip. You heard another small groan, almost like a whimper, from Luke, again. You looked up at him and smiled.

“D’you like it when I do that?” You asked in an innocent tone, making you sound slightly mischievous as well. You knew what you were doing. You wanted to tease him.

“Do it, Y/N,” Luke ordered, looking down at you, “Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

That was new.

You let out a tiny whimper at his words. You never heard him say that before but you loved it. You love this side of him and you guys just started.

“Okay…” You mumbled with that same lost puppy look.

“Okay, what?” He asked, with a proud smirk on his face.

“O-Okay… sir.” You said in a shy voice, getting more red in the cheeks, and much more wet than before.

“Good job, baby.”

He reached his hand out to your hair and tilted your head up slightly so you were looking at him. The view you were getting was perfect.

You looked at him and licked his cock from the base up, closing your lips around him at the tip. A couple more moans came from Luke’s mouth as his flushed face and slightly parted lips grabbed the attention of your eyes. A hum came from your mouth, your lips still on his tip, sending vibrations through his whole body. You started to take more of him in your mouth and another groan came from him.

“Oh my god…” He whined out as his hands gripped at your hair tighter, making you moan around him, causing another groan to escape from him.

You took him in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You placed your hands on his thighs and closed your eyes tightly, your nails digging into his skin, sending a wave of pain through his body and making him let out a hiss. He gripped tighter at your scalp and pulled you down more before letting go and letting you move your head up and down.

He closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting out a string of moans. His eyebrows furrowed and had one hand on the bed while the other was still holding his hair.

You could tell he was close.

“B-Baby… ‘M about to cum.” He whined, holding your hair a bit tighter as his breathing got more and more rapid.

You only hummed on his cock and moved one hand from his thighs to the bottom of his dick, holding it as you gave kitten licks to the tip of his cock. He let out a shuddered moan as you flattened your tongue against his slit.

You moved your hand up and down on his length and looked at him as he let out one more quiet moan and came.

You could feel his cum go down your throat. It was warm and a bit salty as well. You had a few tears in your eyes and looked at him.

“Shit… that was good…” He said, out of breath, and looked back at you with a smile, “You did so good… C’mere, baby. You did so well for me, now it’s my turn to please you.

You almost let out a moan right then and there as you felt your thighs getting covered because of how wet you were. You were so desperate for him, that you immediately stood up and laid on the bed. He smirked at you. He had your right where he wanted you.

He went right in front of you and parted your legs to see how wet you were.

“Wow… Sweetie, you’re so wet…” He said in a sultry voice, that made you more aroused. You were wanting him. You needed him.

“Please, sir… Please.” You whined out and looked at him in between your legs.

“What do you want, baby? You need to tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“Oh… You want my cock to fill up your cunt, huh? You want that?”

“Yes.” You practically moaned out, in a needy voice.

“Beg.” He ordered, moving his hands to your inner thighs. His hands were big and soft but his movements were the complete opposite. They were slow and hard and driving you insane.”

“H-Huh?”

“Beg. Don’t make me say it again.”

“P-Please… Please fuck me, sir. Please. I need you so bad.” You begged in a whiny voice.

He gave you a smirk and kissed your inner thigh, close to your cunt. He gave you a knowing look and said, “Good job, baby.”

He then moved his face away lined himself up with your entrance and looked at you.

“Remember: we use our safe word if it gets too much.” He reminded you in a much more caring tone than before.

You nodded and placed your hands on his shoulders before he finally entered you. You let out a breathy moan as he put his head on your shoulder, pulling you close to him. You held onto his shoulders but moved one hand into the curls on the back of his head to hold him in place.

“You okay?” He whispered into your ear.

You nodded and he took that as a sign for him to start to move. He went slow at first, letting a few whines break from the two of you, before starting to pick up the pace. He was holding onto your hips, keeping you in place as he kept going in and out of you, filling you up perfectly.

“F-Fuck…” You breathed out as you let out a whine. You gripped at his hair a bit tighter and closed your eyes.

“That feel good, baby?” He asked with a groan as he thrust into you.

“M-Mhm.” You hummed as you dug your nails into his shoulder, making him let out a loud groan into your ear.

“You take me so good, hun. You love being my slut, huh, beautiful?” He asked with a moan.

You nodded, not able to come up with words. You felt him fucking you with each sharp thrust in you. You started to let a string of loud moans part from your lips, letting him know that you were in pure bliss.

“C’mon, baby, I need words,” He let out a low moan before continuing, “Tell me how much you love my cock.”

“I-I love it… I love your cock inside of me, sir.” You said with a moan to follow.

He let out a small whine and continued with his pace. You felt one of his hands move up from the side of your hips to your hair, holding you close to him. You could feel the hand that was on your hip starting to form a bruise at how tight he held you and the noises that your bodies made as they touched…

Suddenly a wave of pleasure came to you as you felt his hand on your clit, making small circles at the same pace as he thrust into you. He wanted you to feel just as good as him, if not, more.

“I-I’m so close, sir.” You moaned into his ear.

He knew you were. He knew that you were going to cum because of how tight you were squeezing him. Because of how much you shuddered just from his touch.

“Y-You know what to do.” He groaned again.

“Please, sir. Please let me cum… I wanna cum so bad.” You begged as you let another loud moan out.

He pressed down a bit harder on your clit, continuing his movements. He was going deeper and deeper inside of you, making you closer to your orgasm.

You needed to come.

“P-Please, sir.” You cried out, feeling a few years from.

“N-No.”

You let out a cry of pleasure as you held onto him as tight as you could. You wanted to do as he said. You wanted to wait and come with him but it was all too much.

“Now.” He whispered in your ear, permitting you to come, just for him.

And that’s when you came. You let out loud and breathy moans as a few tears fell down your cheeks. You were shaking and tensing up all over as you rode through your orgasm with him. He continued to do the same movements of thrusting in and out of you as he helped you finish out your high.

“‘M gonna come, baby. Where’d you want it?” He whined in your ear.

“Inside.” You moaned out and just like that, you could feel him come inside of you. He stopped his movements but you could still feel his cock pulsing inside of you. He moved his head from your shoulder and looked at you with soft eyes. He gave you a tiny kiss on your cheek and moved himself from you, moving down in between your legs. He gave a tiny lick, tasting yours and his come. You let out a soft moan and looked down at him.

“You did so, so good, baby. I’ve never done anything like that before. It felt amazing.” He mumbled through a few soft licks of your full cunt.

He moved his mouth away from your cunt and moved back up, on top of you. His chin and lips are just gleaming in the light with your come. He gives you a long kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, to have you taste yours and his come. He gave a few more moments into the kiss before breaking it and smiling proudly.

“See how well you taste with me?” He asked in a quiet and kind voice, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Luke.” You said back, a sweet smile forming on your face.

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“Let Me Taste You”

Jake Kiszka x AFAB!Reader

Summary; Jake’s wanting to worship you the best way he knows how too.

Warnings; Smut, NSFW, 18+ minors DNI, oral (fem receiving), pet names (princess, love, baby, etc.), dirty talk, cursing

A/N; I may or may not have forgotten to post this last night so… here’s day 3’s fic! It is shorter than I wanted it to be but… oh well!

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His hands were wandering down from your hips to the inside of your thighs. His hands were soft and kind, making you feel so, so loved underneath him as you two lay on his bed. He gave a trail of kisses from right below your ear, to your lips, to your jawline, and finally to your neck. Your leg wrapped around his waist in a way of bringing him closer to you, letting him instinctively know you wanted him. You practically needed him at this point.

He knew this. He knew how fidgety and wet you were getting under him and just from the touch of his hands and the tiny kisses he was giving you, and he loved it. He loved being in control this way.

He moved his hand from inside your thigh to the bottom hem of your shirt and looked at you, waiting to know if this was okay.

You nodded in response.

He immediately smiled at you and took your shirt off, leaving you bare in just your undergarment. He looked at you with a gleam of lust and love in his eyes and a wide smile on his face.

“You’re so… beautiful…” He mumbled as he moved to lean over you again, bringing you in for a long kiss.

The kiss was sweet and passionate and beautiful. Just like he called you.

He eventually, and reluctantly, pulled away from the kiss to get a breath of air and looked down at you with the most gorgeous brown eyes ever seen.

“Jake,” You murmured to him, “Can I please have you?”

“Wait… I wanna make you cum first. I wanna taste you.” He responded in a loving tone, making you go deep red from both his words and voice. That was enough to make you cum right then and there.

He sat up and got off the bed, kneeling right at the edge of the bed. He pulled you closer and took your underwear off, throwing them to the floor right next to him, making him shudder at the sight in front of him.

“Princess, you’re so gorgeous… Look how wet you are…” He spoke in a soft and quiet voice, smiling at you as if he were proud that you were his. And he was. He was proud that he had you all to himself.

You could feel his warm breath so close to the entrance to your soaked and practically throbbing cunt. It made you shiver and you squirmed, wanting him so badly. He took notice of your reaction and put his hands on the sides of your waist, holding you tightly, as your legs were spread apart.

He moved in closer and when his lips connected with your clit, it felt like heaven. It practically was heaven at this point.

“Oh my god! J-Jake!” You groaned out, loudly, your eyes shutting tight and making you arch your back ever so slightly, moving closer.

He sucked at your clit and his hands moved to hold your hips in place so he could continue with the sucking movement that he was previously doing. He was doing that movement for a bit until he pulled away ever so slightly and left a full stripe. He kept licking and sucking, with hums in response to the moans you were letting out, making more vibrations go through your whole body.

Your hand moved down to his hair, holding onto him for dear life.

“Jake… S-So good.” You moaned out, your hips starting to move instinctively on their own back and forth.

He hummed again, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit ever so slightly to make your breathing stop. He was starting to go at a faster, more prominent pace as he noticed your hips move back and forth.

“B-Baby… gonna cum…” You mustard out of your mouth between loud groans and other noises. You gripped at his hair tighter and tighter, almost to your breaking point as he kept going. He wasn’t going to end this just yet. Why would he when he made you feel so good?

He moved you closer to him and looked at you with those eyes that you always adored, and smirked as he saw how good he was making you feel.

He wanted you to come. He wanted you to feel good because he felt as if you deserved it. You’ve been working so hard at your job that he wanted you to know how loved you are.

He kept going with his movements and when the tip of his nose brushed up against your clit again, that was when you came. You felt your whole body shake and you held onto Jake’s hair for your life. You could see white as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You could still feel him sucking and licking at your cunt as he helped you ride your way through your orgasm.

He pulled away, stood up from the previous spot he was at, and looked down at you. His whole nose, lips, and chin were covered in your come. He was proud of what he did.

He climbed onto the bed, right on top of you, and smiled.

“You taste so good, baby. You’re amazing.” He said before leaning down and kissing you, giving you a taste of the sweetness that came from you.

You hummed into the kiss, wrapping your arms in his hair, the friction between your legs staffing up again.

“Jake, love, that was amazing. Thank you.” You mumbled in his ear with a soft smile, brushing a strand of his hair away behind his ear.

“Anytime, beautiful. But we aren’t done here yet, alright?” He asked with a smirk.

You knew what was coming and you wanted it. You needed it.

“Good.”

His voice was like a silent elixir as he started to take his clothes off. It was going to be a long night, and you didn’t complain in the slightest.

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This was amazing!

Bringing Sexy Back (Bratwurst Challenge)

Soooo, @charlotteg234 issued a challenge to use the word bratwurst in a sexy, smutty but non-cringey way. Tossing my hat in the ring, but posting separately because I broke Rule #1 of the challenge. (I'm a rebel)

Using UnRomance Liam x Riley, and it's not full-blown lemons ... more lemon-scented than anything, but just in case ... NSFW.

Dribble (less than 300 words so it's a quick read) is below the cut.

The tines of the fork spear through the plump pan-fried sausage before Liam holds it aloft, outlining the shape of my lips with the grease-splattered meat. We are both naked at the dining-room table; Liam sits in his chair, and I am straddling his lap.

The apartment is silent; we aren’t holding a conversation, the television isn’t turned on, and our phones are powered off.

It’s dinnertime.

He pushes the meat against my closed lips as our gazes lock.

“Open up, Riley.” Liam’s urging, uttered in a neutral tone, breaks the quiet.

Dutifully, I part my lips to allow the meat entry.

“Bite,” Liam instructs.

I do as he says, and taste juices and spice cover my tongue.

He sets the fork down on the plate as his arms pull me closer to him. My erect nipples press painfully against his broad chest. I feel his erection twitch against the inside of my thigh.

“You like that?” he asks as his eyes dart between my eyes, lips, and cleavage.

I say nothing; I am distracted by the pooling in my center.

His arms wrap around me as he shifts in the seat; my eyes close in pleasure and relief when I feel his manhood invade my sex. He leans forward, his teeth scraping my earlobe as he whispers into my ear.

“I asked if you liked my bratwurst, Riley.”

“Yes,” I breathe against the side of his neck.

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The Morning After

Sam Kiszka x GN!Reader

Summary; After a long night with one another, Sam helps take care of you the next morning.

Warnings; A lot of fluff, mentions of sex, showering together (not sexually tho)

A/N; Second prompt of Smutember done! I love this one way too much even if it may be a bit shorter than I wanted it to be.

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It was the morning after. You and he had spent the whole night having intimate moments between the two of you. He knew you’d probably be sore in the morning as well. He woke up with his arms still wrapped around you and a smile on his face. The sun was pouring into your guy’s shared bedroom, gleaming right on your hair making it shine at certain angles. You looked perfect in his eyes just laying there.

Once you started to stir awake, he smiled even more. You turned over and buried your face in his chest due to the sun’s rays in your eyes disturbing your sleep.

“Shit… It’s bright out.” You mumbled out, on the verge of falling asleep again.

You could feel your lips still swollen from last night. You could feel Sam’s chest rise and fall against your back as he took a couple of deep breaths. You felt more tired than you ever had in your life. Your eyes were still closed but the morning sun was getting a little too bright for your weary eyes.

“You were wonderful last night, babe.” You heard Sam’s voice as he nuzzled your neck. You could feel his lips brushing up against your neck causing a shiver to go through you. You pulled yourself in closer to Sam causing his arms to go around your waist while nuzzling himself into your neck again.

“I did have a lot of fun last night. It felt really good.” You said groggily as you opened your eyes to see him. He was so beautiful in the morning with a flushed face and messy hair… It was like he was sculpted by an artist, who, by the way, had amazing taste in looks.

You couldn’t help but smile before leaning your head against Sam’s chest again. Your whole lower body was sore as your arms wrapped around Sam’s neck. Sam started to lightly kiss your collarbone and your face.

“Sammy, baby, I still feel really sore. Can we maybe… have a warm shower and watch a movie?” You asked him with a quiet voice.

He could hear the tiredness in your words but he didn’t want to spoil the mood.

“Sure honey, I could use a shower myself.” He said as he got up from the bed with a smile, “We should take it easy for today, just relax and cuddle all day.”

“I agree, 100%. We can maybe get some breakfast and make some warm tea at home.” You suggested with a big smile. Even if you were exhausted, you were still smiling at him. He just brightened up your day no matter what time it was or what was happening.

Sam smiled at your suggestion. You were so caring and thoughtful. You didn’t just care about yourself and your body. You wanted to care for your boyfriend as much as you wanted to care for yourself. His smile then turned into a playful smirk. “How ‘bout we ditch the ordering in part and I’ll cook you a nice breakfast. Plus why not add a little spice to our day?”

Sam chuckled knowing that you were being genuine. His smirk turned into a bigger smile as he kissed you softly on the lips. “Baby you’re my lover, you deserve to be spoiled as much as you are. I’ll take care of our needs for today.” Sam knew you were still sore from last night. That didn’t mean that you couldn’t get some action again today though. Sam smirked once more.

I sat there for a moment just taking in his features before speaking again, “Fine… I love you.”

Your words brought a bright smile on Sam’s face. The love he had for you was unexplainable. You had your flaws and he had his but the love you had for each other was perfect. Sam started to help you get out of bed as he extended his hand for you to take it.

You felt your lips still plump from last night as the taste of him was still on them. You loved that moment and this moment more than anything. You felt connected to Sam. Your bodies were intertwined last night and today you wanted that feeling again. You both then walked over to the bathroom as Sam turned on the shower.

You were still sore so you wanted the water to help with your muscles. You and Sam were both still naked from falling right asleep after last night. Sam held you tight as you both got into the shower, the warm water pouring down on the both of you.

You could feel the warmth of the shower slowly helping loosen your body. You felt your muscles relax as your body was getting used to the warm water and the steam that accompanied it. You were still connected to Sam as he held you and kissed your skin. You could feel his lips slowly kissing your body as the water came down on both of you. Everything felt good and right.

“This feels… absolutely amazing.” You said as a content sigh parted from your lips.

“Well so are you, love,” Sam replied while he started to wash your hair.

“You’re too kind to me, my love.”

“Only for you.”

After a while, you and Sam both got out of the shower. You felt refreshed and clean and his touch made you feel even better. You and Sam both decided to be lazy for the day. You made the choice to keep your pajamas on but Sam decided to go back into his boxers. You and Sam both decided to eat a simple breakfast that he made and he also decided to cook you lunch and dinner. After the dinner Sam had cooked, he wanted to watch some movies with you and cuddle at the same time. It was a great way to relax after the night before.

He always knew how to take care of you.

[doveabovetheworld]

Smut-ember 2023 master list;

So I found this prompt list for September and now I’m gonna do it. Credits go to @choicesprompts for the prompt list! I’ll be doing all members from gvf and 5sos so it is gonna be a whole trip writing all of these for me.

Update; It is not September anymore (or 2023) but I will be finishing up the prompt list eventually :)

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1. “We’ve got time” ft. Ashton Irwin

2. The morning after ft. Sam Kiszka

3. “Let me taste you” ft. Jake Kiszka

4. “I’ve never done this before” ft. Luke Hemmings

5. Let’s swap ft. Danny Wagner; coming soon…

6. Fantasy ft. Josh Kiszka; coming soon...

7. Messy ft. Calum Hood; coming soon...

8. Sweet and slow ft. Micheal Hood; coming soon...

9. Hard and fast ft. Danny Wagner; coming soon...

10. Caught in the act ft. Calum Hood; coming soon...

11. Voyeurism ft. Micheal Clifford & Luke Hemmings; coming soon...

12. Three is not a crowd ft. Ashton Irwin & Calum Hood; coming soon...

13. Teeth and claws ft. Jake Kiszka; coming soon...

14. “Clothes stay on” ft. Luke Hemmings; coming soon...

15. “We shouldn’t be doing this” ft. Sam Kiszka; coming soon...

16. “We just met and this is crazy...” ft. Josh Kiszka; coming soon...

17. Reclaiming (makeup sex) ft. Micheal Clifford; coming soon...

18. Edging ft. Danny Wagner; coming soon...

19. Shower sex ft. Calum Hood; coming soon...

20. Angry sex ft. Ashton Irwin; coming soon...

21. “Shh, you have to be quiet” ft. Sam Kiszka; coming soon...

22. “Mark me, make me yours” ft. Josh Kiszka; coming soon...

23. “You’re mine” ft. Jake Kiszka; coming soon...

24. Worship ft. Luke Hemmings; coming soon...

25. Punishment ft. Micheal Clifford; coming soon...

26. Self love ft. Ashton Irwin; coming soon...

27. Jealousy/possession ft. Sam Kiszka; coming soon...

28. “I can make you forget him” Jake Kiszka; coming soon...

29. Just friends? ft. Luke Hemmings; coming soon...

30. “I didn't know I was into that” ft. Josh Kiszka; coming soon...

[doveabovetheworld]

Update!!!

Hello! I’m just here to say that Day 1 of Smutember will be posted tomorrow at 12! I also updated the Smutember masterlist to who the fics are about for each specific day so you can look at that too. I’m really excited to post like… my first smut fic to the public to so hopefully ya’ll like it. Make sure to take care of yourselves and I love you all!

Smutemeber masterlist

~ doveabovetheworld

[iwrestledavongonce]

Holy shit, they have We-have-survived-sex as prompt! And I still don’t have enough time to write anything extra except regular chapters for IBWFY 😩

🚨 I am posting this on behalf of a friend who is attempting to organize a multi fandom fic event 🚨

[choicesprompts]

Smutember

8 Ball, Corner Pocket

Drake x MC

What happens when the pair find themselves out together?

Word Count: 3313

Warnings: NSFW 18+, nudity, masterbation, oral sex, sex, teasing, language, smut.

It was their second night in Shanghai as part of Liam and Madeline’s engagement tour. Becky was enjoying getting to learn more about Hana’s culture and she even managed to impress her father. But something was missing, she was growing tired of following the rules and regulations of the court and feeling like a farm animal being herded from one royal function to the next with all the other mindless sheep that call themselves royals. Not that she didn’t want to be there, she wanted to clear her name of the treacherous accusations against her, plus she needed to be there for Liam, they were meant to be together and clearing her name would let them do so. Although, Becky sometimes just missed her old life. Going out to a bar, having a few drinks with friends, seeing what kind of trouble they could get into, but sadly that wasn’t her life anymore. Now it was all about dressing up and getting noticed. That’s why when Becky ran into Drake on her way back from her romantic boat ride across the koi pond, she jumped at his offer to have some drinks and play some pool. Becky was feeling reckless and she just needed to get out and let loose.

“Hey Roberts” Drake grabbed onto her by her shoulders before Becky nearly collided with him.

“Oh, hey Drake. Where are you off to so late?”

“I came across this little hole in the wall bar, where I saw a pool table. Care to join me? The whisky is strong and there is zero chance of being recognized”.

“Sounds exactly like what I need right now”.

“Well let’s go. I want to get a few games in before they close”.

Becky followed Drake along the crowded streets until they came upon this bar, that if you weren’t looking for it, you’d surely walk right by it without even noticing. They entered the establishment and Drake led Becky up to the bar.

“How did you find this place?” Becky asked giving him a pointed look.

“Oh, you know. There’s plenty of time to walk around when you’re not expected to show up at every courtly function”Drake chuckled as he waved over the bartender.

“Leave it to Drake Walker to sniff out the whisky” Becky quipped as she gave him a playful nudge.

“Two glasses of the 12-year Macallan on the rocks please”. 

The bartender nodded and left to fetch their drinks as they both looked around taking in their surroundings. After receiving their drinks Drake whispered something to the bartender as Becky sniffed the brown liquid in her glass. 

“What was that about?” she asked with an arched eyebrow.

“The pool table is through there” Drake extended out his arm to point towards a door in the back. “I just wanted to make sure that we wouldn’t be disturbed” he said nonchalantly as he took a sip from his glass, not wanting it to seem as he wanted to be alone with her. 

“Let’s do this” Becky said as she jumped off her barstool and tugged at his collared shirt.

They entered the back room together and Drake shut and latched the door behind them, securing their privacy. The small room was dimly lit, with neon bar signs hanging along the walls adding an extra burst of light.

“So, what are the rules Mr. Walker?” she teased, taking a sip of the liquor, walking to the table.

Drake strutted over to the wall beside the table and retrieved two pool sticks, handing one to her. “I’ll let the lady break first, then the shot only counts when you land the ball in a corner pocket”.

Becky bit her lower lip as she thought about her next question. “And what are the stakes Walker?”

He shrugged. “I figured we were just playing for fun”.

“What’s the point if the winner doesn’t get something for their victory? How about the loser has to do whatever the winner asks?” She held out her hand to shake on the agreement. “What do you say Walker?”

He ran his hand through his hair slightly embarrassed, slightly afraid of what would happen if she wins. Drake looked up at her and locked his eyes with hers, both filled with determination, as he shook her hand. “You’ve got a deal Roberts. Now rack them up” he said gesturing towards the table.  

Becky bent over the table to rack up the balls, as she purposefully rubbed her ass up against his groin, the hem of her wrap dress riding up her thighs, teasingly rolling her hips as she placed the balls in the rack, a deep growl escaping Drake’s lips.

Drake couldn’t deny that Becky was a gorgeous woman and yes, he’s had thoughts, but she couldn’t think of him in that way, could she? He reluctantly moved to the other end of the table to watch her. She playfully ran the pool stick though her fingers before bending over to line up her shot. From his point of view, he could see the pink lace of her bra peak over the fabric of her low-cut dress. As she took her first shot, the balls clamored together, scattering over the green felt of the table. Two stripped balls sank into one of the corner pockets. She looked up at Drake, noticing his shocked expression.

“What?”

He closed his mouth and threw up his hands. “Nothing, nothing”.

She walked around, reading the table, analyzing her next shot. As she walked around Drake, Becky ran her hand across the back of his muscular shoulders and down to graze his ass. His body jolted up at her touch, he could feel his pants growing tighter as his dick hardened at the thought of being with her. Becky spotted her shot, leaning over the table and arching her back ever so slightly as she drew back the wooden stick before connecting it with the white cue ball which shot into the purple stripped ball, sailing it into the far-right corner pocket. 

Drake ran his hand down his face. “What are you going to make me do Roberts?”

Becky gave him a frisky smile as she lined up her third shot, missing the corner pocket by an inch. 

“Looks like I’m up” He scans the table before leaning over getting ready to shoot. 

Before he could Becky was standing next to him, leaning into him “Don’t miss” she whispered before running her warm, wet tongue around the shell of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Somehow through that Drake still managed to sink the solid orange ball into a corner pocket.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that Roberts”.

She placed herself between him and the table reaching her hands to trail them down his broad chest before roaming to the twitch in his pants, palming him gently through his pants as she lifted herself up on her tiptoes to lick his lips. “I’ll keep that in mind”, their lips nearly touching, a groan escaping Drake’s mouth as he threw his head back. She backed away, eying him as she walked to the side opposite him. He tried concentrating on his next shot, that was until he saw her toying with the knot of her wrap dress, slowly unraveling it. His eyes traveled up to meet hers, which were already watching him intently. Becky watched his eyes visibly darken as she opened up her dress and let it slide off her shoulders, revealing the soft pink lacy bra and a matching lace thong that barely covered her increasingly wet pussy. She didn’t know what it was about Drake, but she wanted him, bad. She knew wanting him was wrong, but she needed him, needed to feel his rough strong body against hers, she needed a release away from the life of a being a royal and he could give that to her.

Seeing her there barely clad, Drake fumbled his shot, sending the cue ball sailing through the billiard balls, not hitting a single one. “What are you doing Roberts!”

“Playing to win” she said with a wink as she planned her next shot.

“Okay. So that’s what we’re doing now?”

Becky shrugged as she made her play, sailing one of her striped balls into a corner pocket. 

Drake decided that he wanted to try and beat her at her own game, so he started slowly unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off revealing his glistening bronze skin and his perfectly chiseled chest and abs, making Becky’s jaw drop. 

“See something you like Roberts?” he teased.

“I haven’t seen the whole thing yet” Becky bantered.

They continued with the game mercilessly teasing each other along the way, until it was Drake’s turn and he only had the blue #2 ball and the black eight ball. He easily shot the blue ball in the corner pocket. “This is it Roberts, if I make this you’ll be at my mercy. Eight ball left, front corner pocket” Drake called out. Becky knew this was it and she had to pull out all the stops if she wanted to win, so she pushed herself up, sitting on the left, front edge of the table. Spreading her legs over the pocket she slipped one hand under the band of her thong, gently rubbing circles on her sensitive nub, biting her lower lip as soft moans fled her lips. 

“Roberts!” he growled.

Becky ignored him, reaching her other hand up to massage her breast, the friction of the lace heightening her pleasure and she cried out again. All Drake could do was watch in amazement at this beautiful woman spread out, touching herself for him. He clenched his pool stick with one hand and grabbed onto his manhood with the other, giving it a few tugs through his jeans. He needed to have her, he couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel to touch her and now was his chance. Drake shook his head trying to clear the image of her from his mind as he sank the eight ball into its designated pocket. He tossed the stick on the table in a huff and walked up behind her, grabbing her by the shoulders, his bare chest pressed against her back. Startled by Drake’s reaction Becky’s hands froze. He pulled her in close, his hot breath tickling her earlobe. 

“Do you have any idea how much I want you. What you do to me?” Pressing harder into her so Becky could feel the growing hardness of his dick pressed against her back. A burst of heat washed over her body thinking about how big he was, thinking about how he would feel deep inside of her, and she gasped. “Oh, and I do believe I’ve won the game Roberts” his voice low and deep, she could feel the growl reverberating in his chest. 

“So, what does the winner get?” she asked looking up at him, his pupils blown out with lust. 

“You” he groaned as he crashed his lips onto hers, his tongue rolling around hers in a heated kiss. “But first I want you to lay back on the table and continue”. Becky crawled to the middle of the table, laid back on the felt and spread her legs to give him a better view. She slipped her hand under the pink lace, her fingers roaming her wet folds.

“Ohhh!” she groaned out, one finger plunging into her cunt. Her back arched and her hips bucked when she added a second finger. Drake sat back watching her body writhe in front of him as she inched herself closer to an orgasm. He sipped his drink as his hand rested firmly on his groin.  

He couldn’t take it any longer. Fuck decorum. He wanted her, and she wanted him. Drake strut up to her, running his rough hands up her legs as he grasped her hips, playing with the band of her panties. 

“Drake” she whispered. 

His hands roamed up her sides and over her breasts as he leaned over her trailing hard kisses across her chest and down her stomach, working his way to her inner thighs, the smell of her was intoxicating. Drake ran his hands back down her body, giving her goosebumps, as he hooked his hands around her thong, yanking it off, letting it fall to the floor. Drake returned his head in between her legs, her hands running through and gripping at his dark hair. 

“I wonder if you taste as sweet as I imagined” his tongue traversing her folds lapping up her juices. “Mmmm” he breathed out as his tongue dove into her warm wet center. 

“Fuck! Drake!” Her hands pulled him in closer, bucking her hips on his tongue. “Ohhh!” She yelled out. “Mmmm, yeah”.

He placed one firm hand on her stomach, pressing her into the felt tabletop attempting to still her. “Fuck Roberts” you taste so sweet. He replaced his tongue with one finger, bobbing in and out, curling as he hit her sweet spot, his lips suctioned around her clit.

Waves of heat washed over her body as he slipped in a second finger. “Drake! Fuck I’m going to cum Drake!” She felt him smirk against her clit as he kept going, ushering her closer to her orgasm. He growled out as he felt her muscles tighten around his fingers as she came, her juices dripping down his hand. Drake stood as he slowly removed his hand, watching her body convulse on the table, a few stray whimpers leaving her throat. Ignoring her shaking body and her weakened muscles Becky sat up wrapping all of her limbs around his hard body. Her hands encircling his neck, pulling him in close for a hungry kiss, tasting her juices mixed with the whiskey on his tongue. Drake responded by drawing her in closer, one hand trailed down her spine, unhooking her bra, while the other got lost in her hair as he deepened the kiss. Becky broke the kiss trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving. “I need you Drake” she said breathlessly as she nuzzled in his neck, kissing and nibbling down to his breastbone, her name parting from his lips in a lustful groan.

“Here?”

“Mmhhmm” she said as she kissed up his neck, lips roaming over his Adam’s apple and chin, biting his lower lip.

He’s thought about this moment for so long, he’s wanted her ever since he found out she was in Cordonia. But he always imagined their first time, if there ever was a first time, to be more romantic. He couldn’t deny his feelings for her any longer. Feeling her lips and hands roam over his body, he gave into the temptation. “Oh, Roberts” he started, running his hand down her cheek, “I need you too. I’ve wanted you for so long”. He kissed her again, more passionately this time, filling with something other than just lust. Becky reached down and undid his belt, letting it hang to the side. She then undid the top button of his jeans before slowly unzipping them. Her hand dove down, eagerly reaching under his boxers to wrap her fingers around his thick, hard dick as she shimmied off his pants with her feet. Drake gasped at her touch, the way her soft skin felt gripping on to him was better than he imagined. 

“Boxers off Walker”.

Drake backed away to slide the confining clothing from his body, Becky leaning back on her arms, taking in the sight of him. His eyes hungrily roamed her naked body and suddenly she felt so self-conscience, attempting to cover herself up.

“What?” She asked him, afraid that something was wrong.

He shook his head “Roberts, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”. That made her smile and relax. He repositioned himself in between her legs, running his fingers along her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. “I’m going to make you scream my name” he said as he teased her wet opening with his tip.

Hearing him say those words sent a shiver through her body at the thought of what was about to happen. Drake laid her back on the table, leaning over her as he slowly inched into her. She felt her walls spread and contract as he entered her. As soon as he was in, Drake have a few slow pumps before quickening his tempo. His big hands held onto her tits as he repeatedly pounded into her wet pussy. “Fuck Roberts. You’re so tight” he breathed out as he tweaked her nipples into hard peaks.

“Ohhh, fuck, Drake!!” She cried out as her body writhed on the table. He felt her walls tighten around his cock, telling him that she was close. 

Drake withdrew his throbbing cock from her wetness. “Get up and bend over the table” he commanded.

Becky’s never seen that commanding side of him before and it turned her on. Her body, weak and trembling attempted to slide off the table. As soon as she was on her feet, Drake whirled her around, pressing on her back to bend her over the thrust deep inside her. One arm was around her waist holding up her smaller frame as the other pulled her head back by her hair. His thrusts came hard and quick. 

“Fuck Drake. Ohhhh fuck!!”.

“That’s its Roberts, scream my name!” His voice a deep growl. He pulled up her body so her back was arched, planting kisses across her back as he continued with his thrusts. “Fuck Roberts you feel so damn good!”

Her walls began to tighten again as she yelled out his name, a chant from her lips as she came. “Drake! Drake! Drake!”

Feeling her muscles tighten around him sent him flying over the edge. He groaned out her name as if it were his personal mantra. “Roberts!” He cried out as he spilled his cum inside her, covering her walls. He held onto her trembling body tightly as he rested his head on her back as they both worked to steady their bodies and breath. Drake helped her up as he turned her around to face him, brushing the hair from her face, a huge grin crossing both their mouths. He looked deeply into her eyes and gently kissed her lips before pulling her tight into his chest, stroking her back. Feeling how he held her close, she instinctively wrapped her arms around him, fingers gently grazing the muscles of his toned back as they both came down from their high. They stayed like that, entangled as one, until their bodies returned to normal. Drake reluctantly pulled away from her, picked up her clothing, and handed it to her, a shy smile on his lips. They dressed in a slightly awkward silence until Becky walked up to Drake, placing a hand on his arm as he buttoned his shirt. 

“Drake”.

“Let’s just get back to the hotel, I’m sure you have a long day tomorrow” his voice cold and emotionless. She removed her hand, looking down to hide her pained expression. Drake guided Becky back to the hotel, ushering her through the lobby and into the elevator. 

“Drake. Talk to me. It seems like you just flipped a switch”.

“Roberts, I’ve dreamt about that moment for so long and I just thought it would be…I don’t know…. different. Plus, what about Liam. There’s just so many factors to consider”.

The elevator dings and opens to Becky’s floor, she stepped out into the hallway, holding the door to keep it from closing. “You know Drake, we can figure all that stuff out tomorrow. Why don’t you accompany me to my room? At least for an hour or two.”

Excited and a bit surprised at her invitation Drake steps out into the hallway with her. 

[choicesprompts]

Yay!! A CoP story!!

take me anywhere but home

summary: trystan always wants to take care of you, even if it's 3.12 a.m. in the morning.

pairing: m!trystan thorne x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: mature/smut (minors DNI!), major spoilers from book 2!

a/n: in honour of the end of book 2 because the authors spared my heart (tq <3) and honestly? this is one of my favourite pieces I've ever written, and not just because it's Trystan. it's just a little reminder that we all need a break every once in a while, yknow? gave my all in this, especially for Smutember, so don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading another choices fic? check out my m.list!

» smut includes; gentle (+ occasionally mean) dom!trystan, ‘beautiful’ as a pet name, nipple play, fingering, mild spitting, fingering, missionary, unprotected sex (p in v sex), praise kink, loads of kisses (a lot)—Trys is extra kinky but y’all already knew that. (prompts used at the end of fic!)

'But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.' ;

He groaned awake the moment he felt the side next to him unoccupied. It didn't take long for him to realize he had been hugging your pillow instead of you—you must've slid it into his reach when you got out of bed. Though he could’ve assumed you went for a quick run to the bathroom, he couldn’t help but glance at the door to the living room opened ajar, noticing the light slightly coming in. 

And like a moth to a flame, the amber light was practically calling him to look for you.

He checked the clock on the nightstand, his brows shooting up in surprise to see the time; 3.12 a.m. You were normally back in his arms around 2.30 a.m. 

Sighing, he stretched, joints popping and cracking as he did. It didn't take long for him to sit up, pushing the blanket off with his feet and trudging his way to the bathroom to splash his face.

In the midst of his awakening, he couldn't help but wonder what was different today. You couldn't be doing work at this hour, you (jokingly) promised not to touch a single file for the first few days of your well-needed break, and even if you broke your promise of straying away from work at least for a little while, it just didn’t feel right.

Big issue or not, something was obviously wrong. 

He exited the bathroom, wiping his hands with a hand towel, only to freeze up as he heard rustling in the corner of the room, just next to the floor lamp. He looked over at the dog bed, breaking into a smile as Alice let out a whine. Her eyes darted to the door before focusing on the man before her, as if silently telling him that she, too, noticed. Seeing her endearing head tilt, wondering what either of them should do, drew a soft sound of amusement out of him.

Still, Trystan couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh soon after. He had his suspicions, he just didn’t want to panic. Somewhere in the back of his mind, just the tiniest part of his brain, he feared the absolute worst. He even wondered why he didn’t scramble out of bed as soon as he noticed your lack of presence.

One may call him clingy from afar but he had a damn good reason for his concerns. 

The very thought of you ending up like Juliana. 

However, his more rational side was quick to dispel his doubts and nightmares. If anything did happen to you, which he hoped to God nothing did, one; he would’ve jolted awake at the sound of you fending off, for you were a force to be reckoned with, after all, and two; Alice could’ve easily smelt the first sign of danger and done her best to alert him.

“We won’t take long.” He reassured her, scratching the spot just behind her ears. It immediately soothed her worries as one of her back legs began kicking in delight. 

He stood up, exiting the bedroom before closing the door, figuring this might just be between you and him for the time being. Thankfully, he was grateful for remaining level-headed for it took little to no effort to find you.

There you were, one of your arms spread wide on the couch with nothing but your panties and Trsytan’s dress shirt buttoned only at the collar. You were swirling your drink idly, barely acknowledging the soft clinks of the ice as they slowly melted in the glass. Though seeing you just two articles of clothing away from being naked, he was more focused on how preoccupied you were with your thoughts. Your face, though subtle, held a myriad of emotions.

But if he had to describe in just a few words, you just seemed emotionally exhausted, hidden behind a veil of indifference.

It didn’t take long for you to look up, feeling someone’s eyes on you from your shared bedroom’s direction. You knew it wasn’t Alice, you would’ve heard her nails clicking against the floor and rushed over to lay by your side. You blinked a couple of times, refocusing on the present as you were greeted with Trsytan’s presence.

"Hey," You broke into a tired but warm smile, “You okay?”

Even in distress, you were still looking out for others. You weren't as subtle as you were hoping to be, or maybe he has lived with you long enough to pick up your habits. The itty-bitty details that even your own uncle wouldn't be able to notice, and no doubt you wanted to keep it that way. 

But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.

“I should be the one interrogating you, detective,” He cocked his head, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

You were tired, that much was certain, but you weren’t keen on the idea of going to bed at the moment. Not with the thoughts going through your head, maybe even reality settling in. The close calls, the sleepless nights, the ‘bathroom breaks’ you had to take during a brutal investigation, only to bite your finger to stop yourself from crying as soon as you leave the office. 

You hid them well, but you should’ve known better than to think it could work on Trystan, too.

Not that you were able to fool the rest of the crew either. You learnt that after the third attempt, about two years into your job, coming back to your desk from an episode to find an array of small but meaningful gifts on your desk, including essential oils, a couple of your favourite snacks and a tacky ‘hang in there’ card with a cat on it. 

Though it obviously didn’t magically wash your worries away, you did remember ending the day on a much lighter note than you expected. 

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep. You'd think after being given a week off, I'd be able to sleep like a baby." You let out a soft, hollow laugh before taking a sip of your drink, “‘Drooling away’, as you’d tell me oh so affectionately.”

You were forced to crane your neck as he approached you. You would’ve made a witty remark about him standing before you in just his briefs if not for the slight frown on his face, 

"I do miss seeing you drool first thing in the morning,” He dodged the playful swat of your hand, “C'mon, back to bed, you." 

"I can't sleep though." 

"We don't have to. I feel like you and I would be more at ease if we stayed together. I know what the mind can do to someone if they’re left alone with their own thoughts for too long." He clarified with a wry smile. When you lacked any response or even a sign to move, he knelt in front of you, grabbing your free hand to hold in between his, "What can I do to help you?"

You pursed your lips, knowing you couldn't talk him out of this one. Not with his insistence.

Instead, you sighed, patting the empty spot beside you.

“Sit with me?” He didn’t give you the time to finish your question, occupying the spot as soon as you pat the seat. You chuckled, more genuine than the last as Trystan snuck his arms around you.

You took another sip, but before you could allow the sharp liquid to flow down your throat, you felt Trystan’s fingers caressing the outline of your jaw. Holding your chin in between his fingers, he turned your head so he could stare directly into your eyes. As he leaned in for a kiss, his tongue slipped into your mouth, sliding against your own and absolutely hooked on the taste. Your taste.

Sweet, slightly smoky, with a smooth finish, especially the lascivious display he had you in—an ardent lover his absolute most to clear his beloved’s head, even for just a split second.

He swiftly took the glass out of your hand, placing it on the coffee table before drawing you into a deeper kiss as he effortlessly lifted you onto his lap. Your body could only droop in his arms in the same way your eyes did.

Warmth slowly spread through his chest, the chilliness he felt prior to waking up gradually disappeared as his body temperature rose. 

You were no better, face growing hot as you reciprocated almost bashfully. You weren't shy, not by a long shot, but it did catch you off guard.

You were the first to pull away, feeling something similar to a whiplash. That didn’t mean you wanted it all to stop, and as if Trsytan knew you best, he continued, pressing his lips to your jaw down to your neck as he decorated you with kisses. You could only give into his ministrations, lolling your head back a little. 

Looping one arm around his neck, you shivered as his breath tickled the crook of your neck. Trystan could've easily been lulled by the gentle brushing of his hair. 

"We can always go somewhere tomorrow." He murmured, prompting you to look down at the top of his head.

"I think I'd prefer to stay home. Just a day or two. With you. And Alice, of course," You smiled, patting his other arm with your free hand, "Why? Did you have somewhere in mind?" 

"No, no, you know me and my impulsivity. I just thought you'd prefer a little rendezvous, just the three of us. Take your mind off things," Trystan trailed off, hoping to lighten up the mood, “I heard the zoo here is pretty nice.”

You snorted, shooting him a teasing glare even if he couldn't see it, “And risk you pulling me into a pool like you did in Drakovia? You’re not fooling me, Thorne. I can hear it in your voice.” 

“Well, I tried.” He shrugged, sharing a soft laugh with you, though his died down way before yours did as he pulled away from you just a little. You wondered if it was just you, looking over and furrowing your brows when you saw him suddenly staring into space, deep in his thoughts.

“Trystan?” 

He heard you loud and clear, and yet, couldn’t help but mull over the mention of his old home. Particularly, a memory he could never forget.

"I... I'm really sorry. In the library, back in Drakovia. I didn't mean to snap." No matter how hard he tried, hoping his mind could finally acknowledge that you had forgiven him, and despite everything that happened, from murders to betrayals in less than two months, the flash of disappointment in your eyes still haunts him to this day.

"Hey, come on. If my own family started pointing fingers at me after finding a dead body in my room, I'd get pretty testy, too." 

"Don't do that, please," You would’ve thought he was scolding you if not for the desperation in his tone, "It was not okay. You've been there for me through and through, and that was the thanks I gave you?" 

It was clearly eating him up inside. 

"Trys, I admit. It… surprised me a little. But you know I would've told you if it bothered me," Work or not, you never liked beating around the bush. You pursed your lips, trying to figure out a way to bring out his old, infuriatingly passionate self, "Plus, you apologized even before I could figure out how to… punish you for it."

You were beyond relieved to see him crack a smile, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Oh? And how were you planning on punishing me, then?" 

"Giving you the silent treatment." You replied without missing a beat, your smirk widening as his face contorted into disbelief and horror, though you knew he was partially playing into it.

"That's just cruel," He frowned. You wordlessly shrugged, biting down the cheeky smile that threatened to slip off as you turned your head to the side with your arms crossed, "And childish." 

You continued to 'ignore’ him, looking around the unit as though he wasn't present. 

"You know it's not going to work on me." 

As if on cue, a loud honk resonated from the road below, grabbing your interest as you looked over at the window to see what the fuss was about. You could play the game all day and he clearly couldn’t.

“Still not working.” He added, almost as if trying to convince himself.

Nothing.

You knew you had broken his resolve when he let out a disgruntled huff.

"That's it." 

He surged forward, wrapping his arms around you before pulling you in for a bear hug. He kissed and gnawed on your neck, the ticklish sensation only caused him to tighten his grip as you futilely tried to escape his grasp. 

“Trystan!” You yelped and squirmed, unable to control the giggle that bubbled in your throat as he pulled the button-up you wore down, exposing more of your skin for him to attack, “C’mon, you’re not playing fair!”

“No? I thought the rule was simply not to speak up. So,” He cast you a shit-eating grin, “I win.”

You groaned dramatically, letting your head fall back to his shoulder as you succumbed to his cuddling tendency. You weren't fooling anyone with your supposed exasperation, though, and you couldn't resist either. So, you took everything he had to offer.

Nothing could deter you from the warmth he exuded, both inside and out. Not even as it began to drizzle in the night, raindrops pitter-pattering against the window. 

Alice, too, probably understood that the two of you were fine, and was now sleeping soundly. 

To him, this was peace; waking up not even at the ass-crack of dawn and rambling about the prizes you’ve won as a kid or making plans to drop off Alice at his sister’s while the two of you try out the dining in the dark experience restaurant that just opened the other day.

“Hey,” You said, looking over your shoulder. He hummed in response, wanting nothing more than to feel you. Talk to you. Listen to you. Anything to have you with him, despite the weighing guilt of momentarily making this about him instead of you, “I’m sorry for what happened.”

He finally opened his eyes, half-lidded and almost as tired as you were. No longer because of the lack of sleep but at the mere thought of his old home, the sheer whiplash of it all. Everything that happened in Drakovia felt like a fever dream; the good, the bad, and the utmost ugly. 

“I’m sorry, too.” It may have been your line of work but he couldn't imagine being subjected to the chaos you two had endured, had he decided to fly home to solve the case and then come back to the States with anyone but you. Plus, the childhood reminiscing, cultural tours and sexual escapades he was able to share with you were what made the whole trip more than just bearable.

He didn't need anyone to tell him that his family was in fact not normal, and he most certainly wouldn't have vocalized his distaste in their ways if not for the agency.

That was not to say he was a coward, and he still loved his family. Every day, he thanked the universe for the outcome. Had he held onto a sliver of hope for some sense of belonging with the line instead of fighting for what he truly believed, who knows how it could’ve ended?

But it all hardly mattered now. His life wasn’t about Drakovia anymore, not to that extent It was no longer about the short-lived commodity and ‘hoping for the best’ as he did before and after his exile. Whether it was anything as mundane as being stuck in traffic with the crew or as ridiculous yet domestic as falling in the bathtub with you while giving Alice a much-needed bath. His life was nothing short of an adventure with the people that he, as cliché as it sounded, has seen as his own family.

Your eyes fluttered open as he planted a kiss on the nape of your neck, a delicate touch. One after another, his lips ascended to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder just met.

Your breath hitched as his cold hands took hold of yours, swiping his thumbs over your knuckles. His hands then slowly travelled up your arms, imagining the goosebumps rising under the sleeves. With his shirt buttoned in a similar fashion to an off-shoulder top, he pulled the collar down your arms, just until your cleavage became more visible. 

You could feel him smile into your back at the sight of your hardened nipples peeking through the material.

"Trystan..?" He hadn't spoken a word since his hands began to wander all over your body, and it remained that way for a couple more seconds as he trailed his lips across your newly exposed skin.

"Hmm?" He hummed, coming up at your eye level as he hooked his chin on your shoulder. Following his gaze, you watched your reflections in the window. It was unclear from the raindrops trickling down the glass, but enough to make out just how naked the two of you really were.

"I just…" He piped up, but not before moving to your other shoulder to peck and nose at, "I just want you to let it all go. Lose yourself to me." 

You were like a fish out of water; it shouldn't have surprised you as it did, but something about his tone, the yearning, the sheer need to lift off the weight that you've been carrying for a while. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry now that you’d grown soft, letting your vulnerability seep through. You weren’t stupid enough to show your sensitive side out and about, but with Trystan, it felt wonderful to have someone ready as he was to take the reins. 

"Can you do that for me?" 

Then again, maybe you do know what to do. 

You nodded deliberately.

"Can you say it for me? Please?" 

“Yes,” You muttered under your breath, “Yes. Please, Trystan. Whatever you want.”

“No,” He raised your hand, kissing the back of it before looking into your eyes, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

He patiently waited for your reply, lips quirking in amusement as his eyes flitted to the way you ground your hips instinctively. 

“Whatever I want…” You dragged his hands upwards, and instantaneously understanding your desperation for his touch, he squeezed your breasts before haphazardly doing it again upon sliding them under your shirt. His cold palms only caused you to jolt as he rolled your pebbled buds in between his fingers.

Grunting as he cupped your breasts, he pecked your forehead for your attention. You peered up at him, your eyes lost in the moment of lust before widening as Trystan leaned in. Your state of surprise allowed him entrance through your lips, licking the inside of your mouth as his only form of sustenance.

You could feel the patch forming in between your legs, though Trystan's sharp eyes were quick to notice how your thighs were rubbing together. 

He broke the kiss, your breaths ghosting over each other's lips, "Feels nice, doesn't it? Letting someone else take control?" 

One of his hands left feathery touches as he reached down to your panties; black, cheeky underwear with a lace trim that he's known and loved. He slipped past the waistband, though not touching the spot you needed him most just yet. Instead, he took a handful of the material via your other leg opening before pulling it upwards, cupping your sopping pussy.

Had you not reacted in such a lewd way, suddenly digging your nails into his thigh and arching your back, you would've noticed the lazy smirk forming on his face. 

He then lifted the hem of your shirt, catching a glimpse of the tightened fabric rubbing in between your folds. 

"I'd love to know what my darling wants." He reminded with a purr, shamelessly gazing upon the erotic display. 

"I–!" You cut yourself off with a whine when he pulled the front from side to side, "Trystan, please! Please…" You placed your hand over his, the one playing with the bands of your underwear. He immediately let you take control, releasing his hold in favour of feeling your slick by brushing his fingers along your lower lips.

"You're dripping." He sighed in absolute bliss, imagining the slickness already coating his fingers before pulling his hand out of your panties without a warning.

Your protests died on your tongue when he let out a deep growl. 

He turned you around, chest to chest before pressing his lips to yours with urgency. In the midst of your passionate embrace, Trystan began to sit up on his knees, manoeuvring you by the waist so you laid on your back. His knees were on either side of you, his right arm holding himself up on the seat just over your head. 

He took a moment to appreciate you, his chest heaving as the lights of the bustling city surrounded you from behind like a golden halo crown. 

He reached up to your face, gently caressing your cheek before leaning in for a smooch. Soon, he trailed soft kisses down your body.

You squirmed, hands resting on his shoulders as he descended. His lips lingered in the valley of your breasts, locking his eyes with yours as his tongue flicked and swirled around your nipples. He did the same to the other before proceeding to your tummy, but not before playfully pulling the bud with his lips.

Your hips continued to buck, seeking relief as his firm chest hovered just over the one place you yearned for the most.

“Easy,” Judging by his tone, he was enjoying this a whole lot, hiding the smug as he held your legs down. Figuring that he has left you enough kisses for the time being, he finally reached the flimsy material between him and your, well, his pretty pussy. His words, not yours, “How shall I go about this, hm?” 

He dragged his fingers up and down your clothed sex, biting his bottom lip as you ground yourself against his teasing, “Is it just my hands that you want? Slowly stretch you open with three fingers? Or does my beautiful detective wish for my tongue as well?” 

He licked a long stripe up the damp fabric, daring you to break eye contact. Your hand shot to his hair as you jumped.

“Or,” He held onto your thighs with a smack, “Both? Will you let me taste you a bit, too?"

“Yes! Both! B-Both, please, Trys!” You begged with a gasp, resisting the urge to just claw at his pesky hands. He offered you some mercy, but not before removing your panties painstakingly slowly. Carelessly tossing the little cloth behind him, he whistled at your glistening pussy, waiting for his attention.

“Both it is.” He wasted no time, dropping his head and licked into you as his tongue could reach. The sight of Trystan’s sturdy physique holding onto your legs like you were a lifeline as he buried his face in between your legs seared into your mind. Just as you bucked again, he pulled away but was just as quick to slip his middle finger into you. 

You clenched around him just as the obscene squelch reached his ears, his finger bottoming out at his knuckles. He pulled his head back, only to surge forward once again to suck on your clit. He shook his head, soaking his lips and chin with your juices.

Satisfied with the way his fingers shined and glistened, he sucked on the juices before spitting it into your pussy. As if he wasn't a menace enough, he stuffed the same fingers back into you, with some of the spit mix leaking out.

This time, the pistoning of his fingers quickened, his lips parting as you did out of pure bliss. You could feel yourself trickling down, smearing your tight hole before the couch itself. Not that you cared, and neither did he. 

Your legs trembled, and before just as you felt the rush of heat across your body, you forced him to stop by the wrist. 

Trystan's brows shot up in surprise, and understandably so. Any signs of his tiredness seemed to have disappeared with a snap of a finger as he crawled over closer to check up on you. However, you didn't spare him a second and captured his lips with yours for a desperate kiss. 

“N-No, no. I need you,” You muttered, his forehead resting against yours as he tried syncing his heartbeat with yours from the instantaneous high. His fingers remained stuffed inside you, now moving languidly. You choked out a sob, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Fuck, please Trystan! Fuck me.” 

Seeing you fall apart just by his hands and voice, begging him to take control was enough to result in the raging hard-on he was sporting. Each time he rutted against the seat felt almost painful just as it was more addicting than the last. 

Like a man possessed, he did as he was told, removing his boxers with his free hand while kissing away the tears of pleasure that threatened to spill. 

Slowly sliding his digits out of you, he unabashedly appraised how soaked three of his fingers were, especially glistening in the light. As much as he wanted to just suck it all off in one go, he, instead, licked your juices off his index finger. 

"How could I say no?" He cooed, finally ridding the briefs as his cock sprung out. Beads of precum dribbled down the sides, visibly aching to be inside you. Trystan threw his head back as he stroked his cock, electricity coursing through his body as he sought even an ounce of relief from your juices alone. 

You whimpered, clenching around nothing and absolutely yearning for him. Naturally spurred by your neediness, he towered over you as he trailed butterfly kisses up your frame, his unfairly large stature easily eclipsing yours.

Staring into your eyes with his half-lidded ones, he rested his forehead against yours, whispering in a tone that nearly moved you into tears for a totally different reason.

“There's no greater length I wouldn't go to to make you happy.”

Your throat tightened at his words, levelling his vulnerability just as you were to show you there was no shame in you being human. 

You sniffled, nodding thoughtfully as you hooked your arms around his neck. He nuzzled the side of your face, whispering sweet reassurances before lining himself up against your tight slit. 

He slowly pushed forward with a heady groan, gritting his teeth as he slowly breached your already clenching walls. He hung his head for a moment, feeling lighthearted from your intoxicating warmth despite not even halfway in. 

“Fuck," He drawled, the very girth of him throbbed as he eased himself in inch by inch and ignoring his need to go to town with you. It took a lot in him, especially the way you huffed and moaned so deliciously in his ear. He knew you loved it, but you didn't need that right now. 

“Trys–tan…!” You pleaded, pushing your hips back into him as he pulled out until the very tip, only to gasp sharply as he drove into you once more. He battered your cunt immensely, fueled by the way your nails dug into his back as if he may float away if you let go. He was so sweet, going slow yet deep if the way his muscles flexed was anything to go by.

A wanton moan slipped past your lips. You felt full, you were full, finding yourself in a drunken haze as he railed into you, coaxing you, or better yet, demanding you not to hold.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” His breaths grew ragged, fading into a disbelief chuckle, “That’s it, beautiful. Squeeze my cock, just like that.” 

“M—Mn–gah–!” The second you felt him reach that one sensitive spot inside you, the pitch of your voice grew higher, "Right there..!" 

His pupils were dilated, determined even at the very sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. You felt dishevelled, but Trystan thought were a sight for sore eyes, ready to be admired and worshipped.

"Gonna cum already?" You were too fucked out to think of a remark about the hint of condescension in his voice, though he made it up to you when he pounded into you a little faster, making your toes curl. It was all too addicting, despite the burn in your thighs from rolling your hips in hopes of chasing your high faster than you already were.

"Do it. Cum on me, make a mess. Bite me, scratch me, do whatever you want. I got you." He left open-mouth kisses up your jaw as his blown out pupils gazed upon yours.

With a final trust, you spasmed around his cock with an almost silent moan, holding onto him with a violent shiver. The way you clenched around him so tightly, almost constructing had one of his knuckles turning a tone lighter, clenching the seat hard as he spurted inside as you came as well.

His chest heaved, holding onto the little strength he had left to suffocating you if he were to ever fall in your arms. He didn't though, as breathless as he was, he still catered to you, leaving lazy kisses wherever he was able to reach. 

It took the two of you a minute, probably even more, but he found the will to move, slowly easing himself out and cooing at you as you whined. Feeling your cum and his dripping out slowly when he hoisted you into his arms, now leaning into him this time.

The two of you remained still, minus the exchange of kisses and worn out smiles with one another. There was no need to rush, even when the occasional tremors of your thighs or Trystan's heavy breathing have stopped after some time.

"Trys?" You whispered, throat a little raspy from your whines and screams. He held his hand up with a ‘hang on’, standing up with a slight shakiness in his knees, not bothering with the briefs he had tossed to the floor as he casually walked to the kitchen. You remained on your back, hearing the fridge door open before it closed. He then whirled around to the bedroom door, initially planning to get a towel and a blanket, only to stop dead in his tracks.

He didn’t know how to feel about going commando while Alice could potentially wake up, especially after the noises you made.

He felt stupid but he'd prefer it as such rather than traumatize your sweet girl.

Instead, he decided to check the guest bathroom.

He returned with two towels and a cold water bottle in hand, twisting the cap open before offering it to your lips. You gulped a good amount, just until Trystan was confident to pull it away and have a sip on his own. 

He even made drinking look good, your eyes darting between his bobbing Adam’s apple and the sheen of perspiration glazing his body. Half bottle gone, he placed it next to the now watered-down beverage, covered and trickling with condensation. He then grabbed the blanket conveniently draped over the headrest, for movie nights where you would likely fall asleep in front of the TV. 

He took a good couple of minutes cleaning you up, wiping off the beads of sweat then the oozes of cum between you thighs with the second towel. He did the same for himself but not before passing you the bottle once more, silently telling you to drink a little more. 

He fell back on the couch with a contented sigh, opening up his arms for you to join him. 

“Come here,” You did as he told, snuggling  in his chest and letting out a squeak as he smooched the crown of your head a couple of times, “You were saying?” 

"Let's do something later." You turned your head upwards, watching his eyes gleam at your suggestion. 

"Anything you'd like." You didn’t think this through, but you did know that you wanted to do something. Just then, you remembered the food market being held in Williamsburg for the next couple of months.

“There’s this Japanese food place that I’ve been meaning to try at Smorgasburg…” You began, but you didn’t have to explain any further for him to be on board.

“Consider it done,” He then squinted his eyes, focusing on the arms of the clock hanging above the TV, “It doesn’t start until 11, right? Might as well get some shut-eye in the meantime.”

He was right, the vendors wouldn't be open until another five hours or so, and as if on cue, you were hit with a wave of tiredness. Your eyes began to feel droopy, prompting you to make yourself comfortable in his arms. 

“Is that a yes?” He asked with a chuckle. You nodded with an ‘mhm’, “Thank you.”

“For the nap?” You quirked a brow, his expression settling into a warmer one as you smiled at each other. He closed the distance between your faces, pressing a kiss on the apple of your cheek.

“For everything.” He could go on and on about how much his life changed when the two of you met and vice versa, but he’d rather not give you a blackmail-worthy material if he were to ever talk nonsense in his sleep, although he had no doubts that you’d prefer otherwise. He was starting to doze off just as you did, pulling the covers higher before flicking the lamp light switch off and letting you snuggle against him. Your only source of light being the twinkles and glimmers of the city itself. 

That brought a bright smile to your face, touched to see just how far you were. You really have fallen hard, but what was new? 

It’ll be another day once the sun shines, but for now, he could rest easy, and so could you. And even if you did wake up past what was initially planned, or if the day remained too rainy for you to head out, that was fine, too.

With Trystan around, there wasn't anything for you to worry about.

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» tagging @choicesficwriterscreations & @choicesprompts for smutember! ;; & the gorgeous red rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

» prompts used ;; 3. let me taste you ; 8. sweet & slow ; 24. worship

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Smartember prompts: sweet and slow, we shouldn't be doing this and I can make you forget him

Wishful Thinking - Drake x OC (Isabella)

Tagging: @lorirwritesfanfic @lorircreates @kimmiedoo5 @mom2000aggie @drakewalkerfantasy @secretaryunpaid @twinkleallnight @kingliam2019 @havenroyals @choicesprompts

Warning: When life gives you lemons…. 🍋 🍋 😏

Prompts: Sweet and Slow, We shouldn’t be doing this and I can make you forget him

“What are you doing here, came to gloat?” Isabella sucked in her cheeks, raising a delicate wine glass to her lips, the red nectar almost overflowing over the sides. There was no savouring the taste, nor allowing the bottle of Malbec she had already drank most of to aerate, wanting to taste the bitterness as she sat quietly alone in her Cordonian Townhouse’s kitchen on the cold marble counter. “Sánchez…” the figure standing in the door frame pushed himself up, moving closer toward her, “Nah, I’m not here to gloat… just checking in, haven’t seen you around campus for a few days y’know?” The Laurentian Princess’ chocolate brown eyes immediately looked upwards towards the man who stood in front of her, “I don’t need your pity Drake…” she spat angrily, “I knew what I was getting into…” causing the Texan to laugh as his attentions turned to her liquor cabinet. He poured two crystal tumblers of brandy before handing one to the petite brunette. “You wanna drink the pain away… drink this… wine just gives you a shit hangover…” Isabella raised her glass towards him, tilting it ever so slightly to clink both glasses together, “To being fucked over yet again…” she forcefully smiled before downing her drink, wincing as the liquid burned her already delicate throat from all the crying and screaming she had done hours beforehand.

With a slight cough she sat down her glass, staring up towards Drake knowing he pitied her. The expression on his face didn’t give it away but she could tell from how his onyx eyes filled with a sadness that she herself felt. “You don’t have to come check on me Drake…” Isabella gently spoke, “I’ll do as I normally do, pick myself up and get on with my life…” Drake took a step closer to her, his broad, muscular frame barely inches from her as he placed both hands either side of the Crown Princess’ body. His dark eyes locked onto hers as he stared directly into her soul, “You fucking deserve better and you know that!” Drake hissed, his whole body tensing. The smell of the sweet, smoky brandy from his breath mixing with the deliciousness of his cologne was intoxicating even more so than the wine. The Laurentian beauty felt her heart race in anticipation. Leaning forward, her lips crashed upon Drake’s and for that moment, she let herself melt into him. Her kiss was hungry, almost pleading him not to reject her. Drake placed her hands carefully against her delicate jaw, cupping her face gently as he purposely slowed down the kiss, savouring every moment as his tongue massaged hers, revelling in the taste that he had been craving for so long.

Separating for a breath, Drake stepped back as he bashfully ran his fingers through his hair awkwardly, “We shouldn’t be doing this… shit…” Isabella reached out, grabbing his shirt to bring him back closer to her, “No… it’s ok… I want to…” her perfectly manicured fingers trailed against his chest, Ruby red lips pouting, “Please Drake?” The Texan’s calloused rough thumb danced against the Crown’s Princess’ bottom lip as he whispered, “I can make you forget him if that’s what you want… but you and I both know it’ll only be in that moment…” Drake patiently waited for the reassurance from the petite brunette that she wanted this too, there was no pressure. “Tell me it’s ok Sánchez… I ain’t going to do anything unless you tell me it’s alright…” Isabella took a deep breath in, was she sure this was what she wanted? Drake was someone she trusted, someone she loved dearly. “I’m sure…” she whispered against his lips, kissing them once more. This time, Drake’s hands did not rest on the counter, but around her waist, pulling the petite brunette closer to him. His hands slowly moved upwards until they were entangled in her long cascading curls. Each movement was perfectly orchestrated, sweet and oh so slow. Drake would take his time, allowing his teeth to ever so slowly drag against Isabella’s bottom lip, nipping her playfully as she blushed.

Effortlessly, the Texan picked Isabella up from the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands cradling her backside as he carried her to her room. It was a strange feeling for Drake being in her room for such an intimate moment, but he had no urgency to go any faster as he carefully placing the petite brunette onto the duvet. Isabella’s chocolate brown eyes looked up at the King’s Guard lustfully in awe of him. For someone perceived so rough around the edges, Drake Walker certainly understood the delicacy of the female body. His hands softly caressed her frame as he peppered kisses along her neck and exposed décolletage, all accepted as a gentle moan escaped the Laurentian beauty’s mouth. Drake looked up towards her as his hands began to pull her dress above her thighs, “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop ok?” he gruffly spoke to reassure her once more as he pulled the material from her body carefully being conscious that one piece of clothing probably cost more than his salary before removing his own shirt. Isabella’s eyes widened in delight as she took in the view of Drake’s sculpted body that he always kept hidden under those denim shirts he always wore, his jeans hanging low on his hips emphasising his six pack.

His fingers carefully unclasped her bra, exposing Isabella’s ample bust causing her to blush slightly as she bashfully tucked the loose tendrils of hair that framed her face behind her ears. “Fuck you’re beautiful…” Drake muttered under his breath before leaning over her to kiss Isabella once more. The Crown Princess could feel her body yearning for him as his hardening length pressed against her, straining in his jeans. “Drake…” Isabella moaned into his mouth seductively, “Please touch me…” with a coy grin, Drake began to kiss down her torso, his hands following the shape of her hourglass figure until he reached her black lace thong. Hooking his fingers around the material, he took a deep breath as they cascaded down her thighs and legs to expose the Laurentian beauty fully to him. Drake didn’t need alcohol to feel drunk as his tongue cautiously began to taste the Crown Princess, savouring in her sweetness before he allowed his lips to tease her already sensitive nub. “Drake…” Isabella called out again in pleasure, her hands getting lost in the Texan’s shaggy dark dark as he explored her body further. Pressing one of his fingers against her entrance he groaned at how tight she was as he slowly entered her core, allowing her to relax before entering another finger. The petite brunette felt her thighs and legs pressing against Drake’s shoulders keeping him in the same exact spot, “Yes…” she softly moaned, “Right there…” her eyes rolling back as he continued to please the Crown Princess.

Feeling the walls of her warm core begin to tighten around his fingers, Drake kept his pace, coaxing the Laurentian beauty to spill over as her body tensed. As they caught each others gaze for a brief moment, the petite brunette rolled her eyes back once more as she came; Drake lavishing in his spoils as his tongue entered her heat causing Isabella to shudder at how sensitive she felt. “Drake…” she tried to catch her breath, “That was…” bringing a smirk to form across his face after licking his lips, “Only the start Sánchez…” He unbuckled his belt with one hand, popping open the buttons on his jeans to finally release his strained length. Isabella couldn’t help but stare as she took in the sight of him. His dark rugged looks, was a complete opposite to what she normally found herself attracted to but her eyes followed his chest hair towards his happy trail and then lower again. There was no denying that Drake Walker was genetically blessed. “You done staring?” He snorted playfully as he crawled up the bed, illiciting a giggle from the petite brunette as he stared into her chocolate brown eyes, each muscular arm on the other side of her body as he began to kiss her softly once more as she lay nestled underneath him.

Pressing his body against hers, Drake enjoyed the softness of her petite frame and the smell of her jasmine perfume as he breathed deeply, taking in her scent as he hovered above her. Feeling a slickness between her legs rubbing against his length, Drake groaned in satisfaction whilst the Crown Princess began to wrap her legs around his waist. “Do you need an invitation?” Isabella teased, but her taunting didn’t last for long. Pressing the tip of his member against her entrance, Drake smirked as he slowly made her feel every inch of him nestling inside her, stretching her to accommodate his size with every stroke. “God…” Isabella called out, reaching and grabbing onto the sheets around her much to Drake’s satisfaction, “What were you saying Sánchez?” he chuckled as their hips finally met, “It’s worth the wait I promise…” the petite brunette hissed as Drake began to thrust back and forth with a steady pace. She was much tighter than the Texan had imagined as his lips and fingertips found her already puckered nipples. The Laurentian beauty’s moans as the King’s Guard caressed her breasts made Drake want to claim her as his own.

Straightening himself up, both of his calloused strong hands gripped onto the petite brunette’s thighs as her feet brushed passed his ears. This time, Drake didn’t hold back as he began to thrust once more. The pace was quickened as Isabella’s breath hitched, feeling herself wanting to let go all over again. “I’m going to cum…” Drake groaned through gritted teeth, continuing to slide in and out of the Crown Princess’ warm, slick core, his hips slapping against her ass. “Yes…” Isabella purred, “Cum for me Drake…” before her chocolate brown eyes rolled back in ecstasy with a satisfied moan. As her walls began to tighten around his cock, Drake no longer could contain himself and with a groan filled the Laurentian beauty with his seed. “Isabella…” her name fell quietly from his lips only for Drake to open his eyes and find himself in his room, his pre cum covered hand squeezing his hardened length tightly. Closing his eyes again once more, he thought of the petite brunette calling his name, coaxing him to cum for her over and over again before he exploded ribbons of hot semen onto his stomach; the only thing he wished for was that she was there to help him clean up - unfortunately Drake knew deep down, that was wishful thinking.