#the cleft in his chin drives me mad

[childoftheriver]

Oof

[allegra-writes]

"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him. 

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life. 

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though" 

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time" 

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing... 

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs. 

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment. 

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey. 

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else" 

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine. 

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine" 

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin. 

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste" 

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive. 

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating. 

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun. 

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl" 

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?" 

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in. 

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…" 

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast. 

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked. 

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge. 

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway. 

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…" 

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it. 

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK" 

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

The end.

Buy me a coffee

[lustspren]

Dancing Lessons

LOONA Yves X Everglow Sihyeon

3641 words.

Categories: smut, lesbian, oral, fingering

Sooyoung carefully observed each of the movements of the girl in front of her, her elbows resting on her knees and her hands clasped under her chin as she studied every little detail of her body. Her lines were perfect, graceful and delicated like a ballet dancer; her technique, precise and visually pleasing. She gave off talent, there was no doubt about it, but something was wrong ...

"Stop, stop," interrupted the dance teacher, standing up. "What the hell was that?"

Sihyeon stopped over her position, confused at the sudden interruption.

"Ah ... what did I do wrong?" She asked, tilting her head. "I was doing very well ... or so I think ..." slowly she lowered her gaze, seeing her hands meet in her belly.

"Where the hell are your facial expressions?" You look like a dancing robot, you don't convey anything to me, it's just empty dance sequences.

Sooyoung took a few menacing steps toward her, her hands spread out on either side of her body as she waited for an answer. Sihyeon couldn't find a way to meet her eyes, and thus, there was no answer.

"What are you, a robot?" Are you? ”The older woman stood in front of her with her arms crossed.

"No ... Miss Ha ..." Sihyeon replied in a low, trembling voice.

"Look me in the eye when I'm talking to you."

She cupped her chin with her thumb and index finger, making her lift her face and meet her deep gaze. The distance between them was moderated at first, but Sooyoung took a step in front of her, remaining a few inches from her face.

"I'm a bad teacher ... Sihyeon-ssi?" Asked the older one in a somewhat calmer voice.

It required a great deal of mental effort on Sihyeon's to even be able to organize her thoughts. Her mouth, slightly parted from physical exhaustion, and her face, were completely paralyzed. The only things that remained active in her were her bright puppyish eyes and her heart, which was beating at a thousand per hour.

Although she wanted to express herself in words, her response was a slight movement of the head from side to side, signaling her disagreement.

"So I thought ... look at you, so pretty ... so ... perfect ..." the hand that had held her chin now went up and down her cheek, caressing it with the back of it. "I wonder how beautiful you can be if I can make your face twist just a little... "

Sihyeon, who was in a trance, finally blurted out coherent words from her mouth. Words that had been born from a combination of despair, fear, desire and love.

"Soooyoung-unnie... kiss me," she finally said, giving in to her deepest and most hidden temptations.

"If you want so...

Without thinking twice, the older one placed her free hand on the right side of her torso and ended the short distance that separated them, joining in a slow and passive kiss that with the passing of the seconds became intense and spirited. Sooyoung cradled Sihyeon's small face with both hands, adopting a certain dominance that allowed him to invade her mouth; soon, both tongues ​​were involved in a passionate dance that did anything to lower the temperature of the environment.

Gripped by lust, Sihyeon let out little moans from her throat, signs that the sensual act was turning her on much more than she should. It was from a slight tingle from her lower abdomen to her crotch that she gave in to her desire.

"Unnie ... touch me please ... I need you." she managed to say between slight gasps as she separated from the kiss for lack of air.

"Who in her right mind would refuse to please such an innocent and pretty princess? ..." Sooyoung lowered her hands to her waist, clinging to her as if she were her property. She wasn't that far from reality either.

Sooyoung used her control over the situation to press her against her body, planting one last kiss on her lips before diving into her neck. Sihyeon's body was still damp from sweat, but Sooyoung couldn't care less.

Sihyeon tilt her head to one side, giving Sooyoung green light to kiss and bite every little corner of it. She wasn't worried about her leaving any mark, she was so trapped by her that she could easily do anything she asked without even complaining.

Her hands went straight to the nape of Sooyoung's neck, taking off her hat and tossing it to the ground so she could tangle his fingers in her pretty hair. In that position she was right in front of her ear, so that she could clearly hear how slight moans came from her mouth, caused by the work of the older woman on her neck.

Inadvertently Sihyeon was now cornered against the hall's mirrored wall. Sooyoung left her neck for a moment, now making a path of small kisses along the entire line of her chin until they ended up on her lips, stifling a low moan from the black-haired woman.

With the girl right where she wanted her, Sooyoung hands slowly moved up her abdomen, feeling her skin brush against her fingertips until they reached her breasts, gently squeezing them over the top under her shirt. Sihyeon never wore very revealing clothes, so she might not otherwise have realized how well endowed she was. She unwittingly she was going crazy for making her hers, seeing her pretty face twisted with pleasure and hearing how she moaned her name.

She wasted no time in getting down to business. In a matter of seconds both girls were semi naked from the waist up, their only obstacle now was the black sport top that the black-haired woman was wearing. She was about to remove it as well, but to her surprise, the youngest took the initiative to remove it herself, without any shyness or nervousness. At that moment she noticed that she was not the same as before, the Sihyeon she knew was reserved and barely knew how to move a muscle on her face, but now she looked different, with somewhat agitated breathing, messy hair and a look full of sensuality. It was like having Aphrodite herself at her mercy, to do whatever she wanted with her. Sooyoung, stunned by her astonishing beauty, didn't even know how to react.

"Sihyeonnie…" she softly said.

"What are you waiting for? I'm all yours… ”Sihyeon grabbed her own breasts with her hands to tease Sooyoung, giving each one a little squeeze.

That was the last straw. Sooyoung brought her lips together again for a short but intense kiss before returning to her neck, starting a long kissing trail from her collarbone to her shoulders and leaving the main course for last.

She held onto Sihyeon's wrists, carefully pulling her hands away from her so that he could insert one of her breasts into her mouth. A loud moan escaped of her mouth as Sooyoung sucked and licked her hardened nipple; Her hands were not still, one gently pinching her other nipple, while the other massaged and squeezed the mound she was working on. Sihyeon's hands ended up on her head again, her fingers gripping her hair in a desperate attempt to get more of the pleasure she was already receiving.

For the first time, her face gave subtle glimpses of how she felt, her bent eyebrows and her mouth parted from her gasps were just one of the few signs Sooyoung had of her to know that she was making a good job. Sihyeon had a long time with the need to be truly pleased, previously, her ex-partner didn’t do the best of jobs when it came to intimacy, so the skillful and amazing stimuli that she received were like traveling to the heaven.

After given enough attention to each nipple, Sooyoung returned to the lips of the black-haired woman, sowing a couple of short kisses while she brought his hands to her back, removing her bra and being on an equal status with Sihyeon. But not for much longer.

Sooyoung took her by the hips, turning her around and leaving her face a few inches from the mirror. She placed her hands on her waist while placing small kisses on the nape of her neck, her right shoulder and then her back, until she ended up on his knees behind her. Sihyeon turned her face as best she could, seeing her with her pretty gaze full of lust.

With her fingers hooked in the seam of her leggings, Sooyoung slowly brought them down until they reached her ankles, where Sihyeon finished pulling them off her after desperately taking off her sneakers. The only thing separating her now from her target was a pair of white panties, already damp from the growing arousal that she had built up for a few minutes.

"You have such a beautiful butt…" Sooyoung softly said, stroking both of her cheeks up and down, randomly stopping to give them a strong squeeze. "Are you really all mine?"

"Y-yes ... as long as you want ... as many times as you want", answered the minor between small whimpers, involuntarily pushing her hips back to get closer to Sooyoung's face.

"Look how wet you are, princess. So needy ... you require special attention."

Sooyoung brought two fingers of her right hand right to the center of her cleft, rubbing them from top to bottom slowly and moistening them with her fluid. She wasn't going to keep her waiting much longer.

Exactly as she did it before, Sooyoung now removed her panties in a matter of seconds, throwing them along with the rest of the clothes and now leaving the girl completely naked, with her pussy shining in fluids.

She repeated the same thing as before, rubbing her pussy up and down with two of her fingers as she repeatedly kissed the inside of her asscheeks. As a few seconds passed she grasped both of her cheeks and parted them, making her way to place her tongue flat against her wet flesh.

"Oh god…" Sihyeon moaned, feeling Sooyoung's eating her pussy, collecting all its fluids with the tongue.

Few time passed until her moans began to grow in quantity, caused by the increase in intensity in the movements of the tongue that was slowly driving her to madness. Her hips acted with own life, pulling back thanks to the little spasms that invaded her body. The only support she had from her was the mirror, which perfectly reflected how her face was twisted with pleasure.

Sooyoung couldn't see her due to her current position, but both her moans and her sudden spasms were proof that she had found the perfect spots. Knowing this, she continued for a few seconds, alternating the speed of her movements to make sure she did not reach orgasm so quickly. She wanted to be able to see her when that happened.

Finally the older woman stopped, standing up so she could see Sihyeon's gasping face, her breathing quite choppy from hers. Not finished yet, Sooyoung leaned on with her side in the mirror to one side of her, looking directly to those cute eyes, her fingers working in circles over her clit.

"I need to cum, please… put them inside me," Sihyeon begged between little moans, leaning to Sooyoung to give her a desperate kiss.

"You don't even have to beg me," the older replied in the middle of the kiss, bringing her index and middle fingers inch by inch inside her, causing a moan so loud it made her separate from the kiss.

“Fuck!” As she was closer to her, Sihyeon rested one of her hands on Sooyoung's shoulder, holding onto it tightly.

When she was fully inside her, Sooyoung began to move her wrist back and forth, slowly at first, but soon set a more intense and consistent rhythm, feeling the inner walls of her pussy getting tighter around her fingers with every pump. Sihyeon quickly turned into a completely mess.

"It feels so good… so good!" Ah! Sooyoungie! ”Sihyeon moaned with her head hanging down, being astonishingly fucked by Sooyoung long fingers.

The spasms of her body began to get worse by each second that passed, Sooyoung had to make a great effort so that she did not collapse at any moment, encircling her torso with her left arm as she quickly pump her fingers in and out her pussy.

Her gaze never left her face, it was everything she always wanted to see in her. Sooyoung could only see her as a beautiful ice princess, cold and unemotional until now, with her face and body turned into a pretty mess.

"Look me in the eye when you cum…" Sooyoung whispered into her ear.

Sihyeon complied with the order immediately, getting her back as straight as she could to be face to face with the older one. She didn't have much left to reach her peak, the strong tingles in her belly and around her crotch were about to make her explode. She bit down hard on her own lip, holding in her agitated, loud moans as she approached her orgasm.

"I'm going to cum, hmm ... ah!" Sooyoungie! ”Sihyeon yelled after a few seconds, being approached by the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced. It was very helpful that at that time of night there was no one in the studio, otherwise everyone would have been able to hear the great uproar that the black-haired woman was causing at that time.

Sooyoung hugged her tightly, preventing her from collapsing on her knees. Her face was like looking at a beautiful Renaissance painting, a work of art worth framing in her memory and then keeping under lock and key. Gradually the movement of her fingers subsided, until finally her orgasm passed.

Without saying anything, the two came together again in a kiss more affectionate and soft than any of the previous ones.

"I… ah… that was… unbelievable," Sihyeon gasped after a few seconds, her breathing still messed up.

"I hope your facial expressions improve after this, cutie, you're very good," Sooyoung replied, giving her a last little kiss on the lips.

"Thank you ... but ... this isn't over yet, I don't want to be the only satisfied."

Sihyeon took her by the hand, guiding her to the couch from which she watched her dance a minutes ago. Sooyoung sat first in the center of this one, feeling the hard leather against her bare back as she sank a little into the seat. Her gaze did not detach from the monument in front of her for a single moment, scrutinizing every little detail of her body. In an instant the minor straddled her lap, working with her hands to unbutton the jeans that were already beginning to be a nuisance; when she got there, she leaned forward to take her face in her hands and kiss her again.

Sooyoung took the moment to comfortably explore her body, feeling her creamy and perfect skin against her fingertips from her legs, through her butt, her back, and ending on her breasts, which she gently squeezed in her hands. At the same time, the youngest got her hand inside her jeans, bringing her fingers to brush up and down over her slit and feeling how the wetness was seeping between her thin fabric.

To to save her effort and be able to continue kissing her for a few more seconds, she lifted her hips to slide her jeans and her underwear off her legs, including her shoes.

With both bodies completely naked, the degree of intimacy of the moment was increased. Both hands traveled from one corner to another, seeking to feel more and more of the other's body with each small movement; the friction between her skin, the affectionate kiss and above all, the heat that was transmitted, made the moment much more pleasant than any other sexual act.

"Soooyoungie ..." Sihyeon said in a low voice, parting only a few inches from her to see her eyes. "Do you want to date with me?"

"It's not the best time to ask a question like that, Miss Kim ..." the older one put a hand on her face, tracing the outline of her lower lip with her thumb. "I’d love to date with you’’.

The answer drew a broad smile on Sihyeon.

"Well, now relax, your ice princess will make you feel very ..." Sihyeon massaged Sooyoung’s shoulders. "Very good." She wanted to sound sexy, but the reality was that her words came out with all the shyness and the softness of the world. Touched by her cuteness, Sooyoung nodded to give her a small kiss.

All the previous history was now repeating itself in reverse. Sihyeon attacked directly at her neck, delivering sweet and careful kisses, then lowered himself to her collarbone, and then made a stop at her small but beatiful breasts. She was somewhat insecure at first due to her lack of experience, but as she gained more and more confidence, her stimuli turned into something that made Sooyoung moan under her breath.

She brought one of her nipples to her mouth, licking slowly and in circles, taking small pauses to suck on it gently. Seconds later she moved on to the other, moving her tongue up and down and repeating the process, followed by a few massages to both mounds.

After a minute her mouth fell from the center of her chest to her favorite part of her body: her toned and strong abs. Sihyeon went crazy every time she saw her at rehearsals for this reason, aside from being a gorgeous and incredibly sexy woman, her worked abs were the reason for many of her distractions.

She didn't waste even a moment as she got off the couch and caressing her entire torso, enjoying the feeling of having her all to herself. She centered her kisses around her navel, from where she lowered to her pelvis and subsequently her pubic area, anticipating what she was waiting for so long.

"Be patient with me, yes?" I don't usually do this very often... not to say I never have," Sihyeon warned, looking into her eyes.

"I don't do it very much either... ah!

Sooyoung found herself interrupted by a loud moan, caused by the sudden warmth of her tongue against her slit. Her hand went straight to Sihyeon’s hair, pulling it away from her face and holding it between her fingers so it wouldn't get in the way.

Sooyoung lifted her feet onto the couch, spreading her legs wider to give her better access to her pussy. For Sihyeon it was somewhat difficult to establish a rhythm since it was her first time doing such a thing, she was only looking at how she reacted to certain motions so she could repeat them. That's how she went from unsteady movements to making Sooyoung squirm on the couch.

"F-fuck… you are a quick learner, right?" Sooyoung complained, hunching over a bit.

Sihyeon ignored her question, focusing all the attention on the little button located on the top of her pussy, using the tip of her tongue to stimulate her faster and faster. Like her dedication to making her feel amazing, Sooyoung's moans grew in both quantity and volume.

She was attacking her clit in a agressive way, capturing it from time to time between her lips to move her tongue in different directions. Sooyoung held onto her hair even tighter, pushing her face forward in search of more pleasure. Involuntarily her legs were closing, crushing both sides of the girl's face with her thighs.

"Sihyeonie… I'm close…" the older one managed to say with great difficulty, between loud moans.

Hearing this, the black-haired woman took two of her fingers to the entrance of her pussy, rubbing against it before introducing them without any warning inside her.

“Oh fuck, fuck!” Sooyoung moaned even louder, adjusting her posture on the couch to control her spasms.

Her fingers were pumping faster and faster, that, together with the stimuli carried out by her tongue, led to a wild chain of moans easily audible to anyone who passed by outside the study. It was a matter of seconds for Sooyoung to reach ecstasy.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Ah! Honey!

Sooyoung let out one last moan, squirming in her seat as intense waves of pleasure ran through his entire body. She tightened her thighs around Sihyeon's head, reaching the point of suffocating her for a few seconds, but she couldn't have cared less about it, it was totally worth it.

A few seconds later, when her orgasm had passed, she released her legs to slowly lower her feet to the ground. With her breath still shaking, Sooyoung tugged on Sihyeon's arm, she understood immediately, sitting next to her to give her a nice and affectionate kiss.

"Did I do it right?" She asked her somewhat unsure.

"You did amazing, apparently dancing isn't the only thing you're good at." Sooyoung joked with a mischievous smile.

"Come on, what are you saying." Sihyeon gave her shoulder a little nudge, taking on a reddish hue to her cheeks.

"Look at the mess we've made." The older one pointed her chin in front of her, the room was full of clothes everywhere.

"Let's ignore that for a moment, let me be a little bit like this with you."

Sihyeon wrapped her arms around her body, snuggling up beside her with his face hidden in her neck. Sooyoung passed one of her arms over her head and another around her body, strengthening her warm embrace a little more. Being slowly washed away by exhaustion, the two of them fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

[slippinmickeys]

Epithalamium

They walk in the house to find the kitchen table upended, a corner of the rug chewed to bits, the baby gate to the laundry room unlatched and wide open. Scully has a few choice words for both Mulder and the offender, still asleep on the couch with a paw in the air.

She’d asked him to make sure the gate was latched when they left, and he’s still pretty sure he’d done so. Daggoo has already proven he’s a regular Houdini, but there’s a slight chance this one’s on him.

Scully is looking at him with an eyebrow in the air, her arms crossed.

“You’re looking at me like this is my fault...” he says, incredulous.

“It leaves a certain vulpecular impression, yes,” she says, and her phraseology is better than nagging, he has to admit.

He looks at her blankly for a moment, a flare of something paphian low in his gut.

“I’m insulted by your implication, but impressed by your lexicon.”

That earned him a smile.

He wasn’t one of those men who could be threatened by a smart woman. Quite the opposite, in fact. Her intelligence was always a turn-on. Years ago, he’d heard her use the word “dolichocephalic” to describe an alien’s head, and he’d had to leave the room for propriety’s sake. And her intelligence was obviously only one of her many attributes. He’d seen the way men looked at her—women too. She was exquisitely beautiful, sapphic, her face cut like a poem.

He’s known her for over two decades and she’s barely aged in that time. He gives her an assessing look, thinking of Alfred Fellig. Whatever her forever is, it’s where he wants to be.

They’d assigned her to him to punish him and instead they’d given him life; everything he didn’t know he’d ever wanted. She’s a part of him now, even when she’s blaming him for something he’s not entirely sure is his fault, and he’s irritated that she’s irritated. The feeling is very spousal.

They are pair-bonded, sui iuris, mated for life.

He’ll take her to bed, he thinks. He’ll mark her as his. Again and again and again.

He’ll worry about the mess later.

XxXxXxXxXxX

Even in his 50s, he’s as mesomorphic as a sculpture, his eyes like prisms. It is hard to stay mad at him.

Codependency is a real bitch. Even when he drives her crazy, she doesn’t know any other way to be. There are too many years between them, too many monsters. She wouldn’t even know how to begin telling some other suitor her story.

She thinks maybe soulmates don’t form in the ether, connected before birth—perhaps instead their bonds are forged in the smithy of life.

He leans into her, pushing his considerable bulk into her space.

“I’ll take this one,” he says.

You’d better, she thinks. She’d asked him to check that the gate was closed. She’d asked nice.

Instead of moving to clean up the mess before them, he reaches for her, puts a hand on her hip.

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he says, leaning down into her personal space.

She knows what this is. His first seduction was slow--seven glacial years of it—but these days all it takes is the quirk of an eyebrow, a touch to the waist. She feels her heart quicken in anticipation, feels a throb in her womb.

“You always think I’m cute,” she says.

“You always are.”

It is astonishing to her that their lovemaking these days isn’t rote or practiced. It’s comfortable, yes, but their chemistry is such that he still finds ways to surprise her.

His chin rasps against the carnose cleft of her thigh and gasping, she knocks an elbow into a burning candle, the hot wax splashing to the floor.

Their love is an ache, a pang, a culmination of their wanting. It is the only otherworldly thing she believes in.

In the end, he barely has breath, her name a doxology on his lips.

There is dried candle wax glued to the floor, canine teeth marks in the legs of the coffee table, chaos in her ordered life. Amongst the mess, there is happiness, there is peace, there is no other way she would rather be.

[but-tom]

Tony’s Rut

Finally a real smut scene.

Hi Tony it’s Peter. I was wondering if I could drop in you know maybe bring some takeout since it’s almost dinner time. I’m like five minutes away from Delmar’s Sandwiches. Or one if I swing over there.

No. Don’t come.

Peter pouts, shoulders sagging at the text.  He’s sitting on the rooftop of a run down apartment building in his neighbourhood. The omega is still in his Spiderman suit as he had been in the middle of an afternoon patrol. But how could he even focus when his boyfriend was sick? The omega hasn’t seen his alpha in almost a week! Five days ago, Peter had received a text from Tony.

Sorry sweetheart. I don’t think you should come to the Tower today. I’m not feeling well.

Of course Peter was insistent on coming anyways and being a good boyfriend. But Tony had been stern yet placating. If you got sick because of me I’d be very mad at myself.

But he was Spiderman! He hadn’t caught a cold since he was bitten at the age of fourteen. Unfortunately, there was no way of going against his alpha’s clear orders, leaving behind a sulking Peter. Only Happy had been delighted at the news. Free from having to pick up Peter after school and swatting away nosy teenagers from fogging up the windows of the Bentley.

As time passes, Peter grows increasingly anxious. By Friday, he’s going crazy. Tony’s texts were getting shorter and shorter each day. Which, Peter concludes, could only mean that Tony was getting worse. During lunch he consults his two beta friends.

“Surprise him. Show up in a sexy nurse’s outfit.” MJ advises.

Ned makes a face. “Gross.”

“Why? A male nurse in a skimpy outfit doesn’t conform to your stereotypical gender roles?” MJ doesn’t miss a beat.

Peter masterfully tunes them out and he knows he’s already made a decision. He’s going to the Tower after school.

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Impatient, Peter swings his way to the Tower. By the time he’s reached his destination, his web fluid is empty, but that’s fine he has no intention of going home today.

He climbs along the side of the Avengers Tower, making his way towards the discreet glass entrance near the top floor of the Tower. One that was designed and installed entirely for the Iron Man armor’s convenient access. It leads directly into Tony’s own master bedroom. And FRIDAY’s security is authorized to grant access for only two people.

As soon as he is inside, Peter peels the mask from his face and almost buckles over at the unmistakable and overwhelming stench of alpha. But what was usually the familiar and comforting scent of his boyfriend is now an attack on Peter’s already sensitive senses. The smell makes him want to sink to his knees and whine. It’s an instinct that the omega only feels during a heat.

The sound of running water draws Peter hesitantly towards the bathroom. As the scent gets stronger, his knees start to buckle and slick is already starting to run down his legs. He shakily opens the door and the omega’s breath hitch when he finally sees Tony, past the fog and shower glass, eyes shut tight, lips parted as he pumps his own cock.

The omega’s body reacts faithfully and new slick dribbles from the cleft of his ass, his body getting ready to serve his alpha’s needs.

Tony’s eyes snap open at the scent of a fertile omega, his omega. Peter visibly gulps when angry, dark eyes burn into his own.

Tony growls, “I thought I told you not to come.” And he slams the shower door open, pulling Peter harshly inside, suit and all. Peter’s slammed against the wall but he has no time to care when all he can think is more, more, more. He barely feels the fabric fall past his shoulders onto the ground in a useless heap. The omega keens when he feels an unforgiving bite to his exposed throat. He gasps, “Alpha.”

“You never listen do you. Every single time. Only bad omegas disobey their alphas.” Tony says lowly. “What am I going to do with you?”

Peter whimpers, wanting to be good. He never ever wants to disappoint his alpha.

Tony’s breath is hot against his own burning cheeks. “How should I punish you omega?”

Peter doesn’t get a chance to answer because Tony’s mouth devours his own. The kiss is absolutely filthy, he can feel the drool down his chin all the way to the base of his neck. Tony bites down on his lips before licking into his mouth again. Peter cries out when he feels a rough tug on his wet curls. But his alpha under the haze of his rut, is unconcerned. A hot mouth is busy bruising his neck and shoulders, marking what is his.

Tony’s crushing him against the cool marble of the shower but still he doesn’t feel close enough. There’s a desperation in Tony’s touch and Peter knows his alpha feels the same. “Need you, alpha. Please. Want to make you feel good.”

His answer is a groan and suddenly Peter’s feet are dangling in the air as he is hoisted up against the wall. He quickly wraps his lean limbs around his alpha, just in time as two thick fingers work into his soaked underwear and plunge into his heat. “Ah! Tony!”

It burns so good. The walls of the omega’s anus, in welcome, clench tighter around the intrusion. Peter’s eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels the pressure on his prostate. Tony is merciless as he curls his fingers to change angles. He cums with only the fingers in his ass and the omega is shaking so hard he can barely keep his grip on Tony.

There’s no time to catch a breath because the head of Tony’s cock is at his entrance. It feels solid and heavy against his sensitive rim. The boy is leaking from the anticipation. He whimpers, “Please.”

And Tony is pushing into his heat. “Tight.” His alpha grunts pleased.

Peter’s voice is hoarse as he cries out in what’s both pain and pleasure. He’s already come twice on his alpha’s cock but Tony is still relentless as he drives in, deeper and deeper each thrust. It’s too much for his abused prostate but he can’t get away. Tony’s hands leave angry fingerprints on his hips with how hard he’s gripping. Forget his spider strength, Peter can’t even remember his own goddamn name. “Tony, tony please no more. It’s too much. I- I can’t. It hurts now. Please.” Peter sobs.

“Peter,” Tony breathes out, the smouldering desire still heavy in his voice. “You said you want to be good for me. You’re perfect right now. Fucking perfect for me. Just made for my cock.” Peter is screaming as he comes again. He blacks out.

When he comes too again, he’s still damp and on a bed, and a hot, wet appendage is pushing into his asshole. “Oh my god!” Tony’s large, calloused hands hold his pale legs embarrassingly wide apart. Peter is utterly exposed and at his mercy. Tony blows into his hole. “Come on my tongue, baby boy. Just like you came on my fingers and my dick.”

Satin sheets wrap up his small frame and he’s completely surrounded by Tony’s smell. That only drives him madder and he clenches the pillow to keep the last shred of his sanity when the orgasm rips from his body.

“Delicious,” Tony looks up and grins, with a face full of slick, a tongue purposely licking his lips. When Tony crawls up to to kiss him again, Peter can taste himself, salty and sweet.

He gasps out loud when Tony pushes in without warning. “Tony please I can’t! Not again. I can’t.” He’s babbling at this point, fear creeping up on him when Tony doesn’t slow down. His cock is spent and red from coming so many times but never once being touched. Tears run down his face at the sensations building up again, “No I’m gonna- I’m gonna die. I feel like I’m gonna-.”

“Peter,” Tony soothes. “It’s OK just one more. You can do it. I know you can. My good boy. My perfect perfect boy.” And finally a hand wraps around his neglected cock, pumping slowly compared to the sharp thrusts to his insides. Peter doesn’t know to cry in relief or pain when finally Tony’s knot swells and he’s pumped up with cum.

Exhausted and overheated, Peter tries to roll away from under the weight of his lover as Tony’s knot dies down. A firm pressure on the bulge of his tender stomach stops him. Tony’s lips brush his ears, sensual and full of promise. “Sorry love, last one this time.”

The night is young after all.

[floggingink]

Riverdale, “Chapter Forty-Seven: Bizarrodale”

Jughead eats: QUICK SHOT OF BRUNCH

the print on Josie’s bomber jacket? confounding

“If there’s no wedding reception, it means the Gargoyle King has won.”

Ms. McCoy in bright blue? confounding

have Moose’s eyebrows gotten thicker? he...he fine

Cheryl’s sheaths: like a true gay icon, Cheryl wears both a satiny demi-cup bustier and a flannel in bed with Toni, who’s rocking a sort of cottony Aerie bralette

Hermione’s earrings look like divining rods, which makes sense

“dangerously unhinged,” in this day and age? UNHINGED?

Cheryl is “legacy” in Riverdale’s version of Smith College

Cheryl’s pins: in her droopy 1920’s lady-reporter tie, Cheryl has a pin that is probably a bee but is POSSIBLY a giant frightening moth like in the Silence of the Lambs poster

Moose’s hair is longer or something and he’s like? I don’t know but I’m a gay boy all of a sudden, like let me at All That

I like how he pauses but goes in for more kisses after Kevin tells him he wants to ask him something

he’s like…..so tall….and he has this a little mole on his cheek….

(RIP Midge)

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: you look me in my pale astigmatic eyes and tell me the little snitch canary “told you they were in here sir” smug Malfoy stool pigeon ISN’T a pillow queen and I’ll give you this money RIGHT NOW. THAT thin-lipped smirk? with THAT cleft chin? he’s a gay, your honor

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: oh fuck!!!! Sweet Pea has a VERY vulnerable, soft-masculinity speech about his heartspace and emotional boundaries and he’s so fluffy-haired and trying to be gentle with himself……….SWEET PEA……..

Best costume bit: don’t miss the two-second shot of a Prostitute in a turquoise pencil skirt and red velvet blazer and pearls AND GLASSES leading a man by the tie down the Maple Club hallway

“Damn good coffee”: also this jazz music and Cheryl’s short pantsuit

WHERE CAN I GET CHERYL’S MINI BACKPACK

The Blossom spawn: I know Penelope Blossom is not out here suggesting there are no lesbians in what I assume is a women’s college. I remember when I got into My Women’s College one of the nuns at my church was like, Ha ha! Don’t let the drug-dealing lesbians get you! and I was like, How do you already know the plot of Riverdale season 3? but then I was also like, Ma’am why did you join this monastery?

Fifth period is AP English: “THIS IS THE PRICE OF SALT.”

Lawyer McCoy is right, Ex-Sheriff Keller IS a snack and this bitch’s blood sugar is low

I love Sierra and Whatsit playing Lawyers in bed because it happens to be my thing too and I want to be there with them

Certified pedigree: his name’s Tom right? he’s SO HANDSOME. everyone is so handsome right now!!!!!!! (I’m ovulating)

this is the same fancy hotel room Jughead and Betty stayed in when he sort of proposed to her? this is just the upscale version of the sex bunker

Kevin eats when he’s stressed, as you will recall from the drive-in S1 episode

“an epaulette to cry on”

Cheryl’s hair: and Cheryl’s sleeves!!!!!!!

Sixth period is Intro to Film: “looking like a community theater production of The Talented Mr. Ripley” is the SECOND time handsome bicurious Tom Ripley has been name-dropped (also the drive-in S1 episode)

“I can’t go back to Fox Forest” is like the most tragic thing. HE CAN’T GO CRUISING AGAIN

“Oh, sullen, tenderhearted Kevin.”

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: “RAPTUROUS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I like that Cheryl continues to use words like “whilst” and “amongst”

is Moose wearing a denim Henley? MOOSE?

the closed captioning renders it “O shutterbug of my dreams.” “O,” LIKE CHERYL IS SHAKESPEARE

I absolutely buy that Cheryl would ask if this was their first fight mid-fight

only Toni among us could wear that many necklaces at once

I did get a little confused when Toni confronts Cheryl in the bathroom, like at first it was about how you shouldn’t out people but then it was about her not being in the Serpents? let’s focus, ladies

The 2001 Josie and the Pussycats movie was a masterpiece: Josie’s commitment to keeping her eyeshadow coordinated with her jackets over her commitment to boys is aspirational

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: I LOVE ARCHIE’S SIDE-EYE, LIKE………“SWEET PEA?”

Reggie on kneecapping: “Does that really happen?”

Reggie’s voice cracks me up. he’s just a big gorgeous squeezable side hustle dummy bro, so down for the ride, remember when he slugged Jughead? neither does he

REGGIE HONESTLY HONEST-TO-GOD IS JUST LIKE….RONNIE YO YOU NEED SOME MONEY?

“You can be my Baby Driver” uuuuuugggghghhhhhkkhhhhhhhhh REggggeieiee

“JUST PLEASE DON’T SCRATCH MY CAR” has more sexual energy than I think Archie has ever manufactured with anyone EXCEPT BETTY when they kissed that one time you know?????

why do you think Reggie is such a good doofus boyfriend while Archie was such a bad doofus boyfriend? is it because Archie tried to think for himself? or has Reggie just not been given the chance to fuck something up yet

I like Penelope bringing up Sierra and Tom getting married not to shade them but to just be like, They should be happy if they want. I was like, Damn, Penelope! You’re right!

“He is a vicious and petty god.”

lol oh yeah Hiram got shot

Gay?!: as has been discussed, Veronica is reading some classic lesbian pulp fiction for no other reason than I suppose she fucking likes it, and that is BDE

Summer + Blair = Veronica: Veronica would wear those shoes to baby drive

SOMEONE TAKE ME ON A “MAD SAPPHIC CAPER”

Archie > Dawson: Archie is a hot-or-cold boyfriend but he is an EXCELLENT beard!!!! GOOD, ARCHIE

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: Reggie takes the same positive attitude towards getting shot and surviving that I hope I would have, which is “at least I can say I got shot”

Moose is like, out and THEREFORE dtf, as if they couldn’t have secretly been having sex this whole time

Toni conceded to Highsmith’s business formal dress code insofar as she wears a black vest over a plaid tie and that’s it

“WHOEVER YOU ARE, PLEASE BE CHILL.”

Veronica’s blue plaid coat SHOCKS me

Veronica was rich: Gladys admires Veronica and Reggie’s gumption showing up with only half the money

is it a coat or is it a miniskirt with a matching jacket?????

God bless jingle-jangle Moose: Moose is so excited that he just absolutely tells Cheryl he’s finally going to have sex. I know the show needs him to say it so Cheryl can tell him to BYOS, but it’s still cute of him, himself. is Moose kind of precious?

remember when Moose got gunned down in that car? Christ

HE BROUGHT A LITTLE RED CANDLE!!!!!

I love when people take off their whole belt, as if you can’t just undo it and still take your jeans off

dope deer skull! plus: everyone’s fucking

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: I’ve lost track a little bit of whether or not Alice KNOWS Betty and Jughead are literally/colloquially sleeping together in Betty’s bedroom, or are they taking advantage of her being gone?

The female gaze: Reggie’s chest is the new Archie’s chest

“NIGHT HAG”

“KEEP YOUR BOW CLOSE.”

Moose is MASSIVE like, do you see those arms?

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: HIS BEAUTIFUL FLIPPY HAIR ON THE PILLOW

Dilton Doiley Ethel Muggs The Gargoyle Children: the RROTC guy is Chris Cooper in American Beauty???

Gay.: Sierra was halfway right about “the jealousy thing”

even FP, conducting his interview in his flannel, is like, bruh

These students are legally children: his “Man, the Sisters did a number on you” feels like Riverdale’s version of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia’s “The Catholics really fucked you up”

Jughead doubts it: Jughead makes a good point. is there one costumes everyone keeps using or is it that easy to DIY your own Gargoyle King?

“UR-KING,” JUGHEAD, PLEASE

oh I can see Jughead about to be disillusioned by his family coming a mile away

Archie’s soft soft sweater? confounding

at least Moose isn’t moving to Toledo, am I right

CHERYL’S SLEEVES?????????

What damn high school in America: Cheryl’s girl gang is 100% Teddy girls and I love them

THE WHITE STRIPE ON REGGIE’S SWEATER and the little black birds on Veronica’s shirt!

Gladys & JB are already a more powerful duo than FP & Jughead could ever hope to be

ARCHIE ASKS HER IF HE COULD KISS HER. THAT’S VERY SEXY OF YOU, ARCHIE. GOOD, ARCHIE

wait Moose is moving to Glendale? SABRINA-GLENDALE? MOOSE WAIT A SECOND?

NEXT WEEK: Gladys tells Veronica to pray, OH BOY

[sparkinsidewrites]

Patience

Title: Patiene

One Shot: 1/1

Character/Pairing: Davey Havok/Jade Puget

Genre: PWP

Rating: Explicit

Summary:  A test in patience makes for a fun morning.

Authors Notes/Warnings:  Nothing in this piece ever happened. I claim no ownership nor do I make any sort of profit from this, other than pride and a sense of amusement.

Jade’s eyes are half lidded as his long, thin fingers wrap around his hardened cock, stroking slowly. A soft hiss falls from his lips as tiny sparks of pleasure shoot through him. The roughness of his fingers feels exquisite against his sensitive flesh. He gnaws on his bottom lip, eyes slipping completely closed. His hand keeps its steady pace inching him closer and closer to ecstacy.

Warm wet lips collide with the side of his jaw, the sharp hint of teeth nipping at his chin. Slowly, Jade’s eyes open, his vision blurry. Dark eyes lock on his. Playful, mysterious, dangerous. He loves it. Loves the thrill it sent through him.

Playfully, Davey's tongue darts out, licking a straight line from his jaw to the bottom of his earlobe. Jade releases a hiss, his eyes slamming shut once again. "Fuck," he breathes, blinding reaching towards Davey's head. Needing to tangle his fingers through his lover's hair.

"No," Davey hisses, pulling away. "I want to see you touch yourself for me. See you come like this." Jade whimpers in reply, his hands returning to wrap around his cock. "Good boy."

With a smirk, Davey lowers his head once more, allowing his tongue to trace along Jade's chest and bites teasingly at his nipples. The hiss that falls from Jade's lips only encourages Davey more. "You like that, lover?" he purrs.

Gracefully, he slides down Jade's body, moving his head to trace Jade's freckles with his tongue. "Davey," Jade whimpers breathlessly. Davey merely chuckles, continuing to trace along the freckled skin.

Feeling Jade's motions slow, Davey bites roughly into the skin of his arm, pulling a pained hiss from his lover's lips. "Did I say you could stop, pet?" Wordlessly, Jade shakes his head. "Don't stop then. You do and I walk, lover. And we both know you don't want that."

Jade frantically shakes his head. His glassy eyes locking on the crown of Davey's head. No he didn't want Davey to stop. He was so close now. "Please," he hisses.

"Patience, lover," Davey breathes. "Patience." Davey allows his fingers to trace along Jade's chest, slowly dipping down to run along the inked letters. Jade hisses once more. Davey merely smirks, his tongue still playing connect the dots on Jade's skin. It drive Jade wild when he did this. And that is just what Davey wants.

Jade's whimpers continue, growing steadily louder with each stroke of Davey's tongue. Each brush of his fingers. This is going to be the death of him and he is hard pressed to think of a better way to go.

Davey traces along Jade's exposed hip with his right hand, his left staying on his lower abdomen, tracing along the inked words still. This was his favorite tattoo on the guitarist, one he spent hours tracing with his fingers. With his tongue. Smirking, Davey lowers his head moving to kiss along Jade's chest once more, inching down father until Jade could feel his hot breath against his stomach.

"Please," came his needy cry, "Please." That was all the encouragement Davey needed. Boldly, his tongue slipped from his lips, moving to trace the first "C". Jade whimpers helplessly below him, his hips arching as he struggles to keep up his steady stroking and simultaneously lose himself in the warm and fire of Davey's tongue.

Davey's right hand dips down to caress the soft flesh of Jade's inner thigh, rubbing against the underside of his cock, pulling another throaty hiss from his lover. All the while, his tongue continues its slow travel along each letter of Jade's tattoo. He can feel Jade trembling beneath him, his strokes growing more and more frantic.

"Fuck," Jade mumbles breathlessly, his head trashing against the pillow. "Fuck fuck fuck." Davey merely smiles, slowly sliding farther down his lovers body.

"Jade," he purrs teasingly, nudging his nose against the side of Jade's cock.

Jade swallows thickly, his hips arching more violently off the bed, the extra stimulation on his cock maddening. "Please," he whimpers pathetically, wanting nothing more than to feel Davey's tongue on him.

Davey smiles, his eyes darting up to Jade's face, drinking him in. Jade's eyes are squeezed tightly shut, his face flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His lips are slightly parted, his tongue tracing along the bottom lip before withdrawing back into his mouth as his teeth gnaw violently against the swollen flesh. Jade is exquisite like this and he cannot wait to push him over the edge.

Jade's pace is frantic, Davey's name falling from his lips over and over like a prayer. The soft, hot pants of breath against him are enough to drive Jade mad with lust. He turns himself every so slowly towards Davey's mouth. Needing to lose himself.

"Patience," Davey breathes once more. "Patience." He leans forward a bit, darting his tongue out to trace along the underside of Jade's cock.

"Fuck patience," Jade hisses, his eyes shooting open. Davey smirks against him, wanting to see what he would do. How he would react. Playing with Jade was his favorite thing to do.

Roughly, Jade pushes back against Davey, his thighs wrapping around the man on top of him. A rush of air flutters around Davey and he finds himself back against the warm sheets of the bed, Jade's hands pinning his arms above his head.

"Mmm," he purrs, "I love it when you're rough with me." His hips buck up against Jade. The stiff material of his pants rub roughly against Jade's cock, pulling a strangled moan from Jade's throat.

"Minx," Jade breathes, trying desperately to control the sensations running rampantly through his body. Davey merely smiles up at his captor, eyes half lidded and challenging.

"You love it," he purrs. Without a moments pause, Jade slams his lips against Davey's, allowing his tongue to snake inside his lover's mouth. A hiss falls from Davey's lips at the contact and soon his tongue desperately battles with Jade's.

Gracefully, Jade secures Davey's wrists in one hand, allowing his right to snake between their bodies and run along the fly of Davey's pants. With little effort, he loosens the fastenings of Davey's pants, forcing his hand inside. Another breathy moan falls from Davey's lips.

Roughly, Jade strokes him caring little that the jagged edges of the zipper catch his arm with each teasing stroke. His lips are still fused to Davey's, swallowing every moan, every purr. He can feel the man beneath him trembling.

Davey bucks gracelessly against Jade, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He mumbles a muffled "please" against Jade's lips, needing more. He loved it when Jade was like this. Controlling, dominant. It was a side he only showed in the bedroom and only when provoked. And Davey lived to provoke him.

Jade smiles against Davey's lips, sensing his urgency. Pulling back from the kiss, he locks his eyes on Davey's face, panting. "You want me to fuck you, Angel? Make you scream?"

Dumbly, Davey nods, tossing his head back. Jade smiles, leaning down to trace his tongue along the exposed skin of Davey's neck. Davey hisses, bucking against him once more, trying desperately to work his hands loose. Wanting to scratch his nails down Jade's back, knowing just how much he loves it.

"No, no, Angel," Jade teases. "I like you like this." For emphasis, he nips roughly at Davey's neck, pulling another breathy sigh from his lover's throat.

Jade's pace quickens, wanting Davey on the verge of madness. Needing him desperate and begging. "Jade, please."

Smirking, Jade releases Davey's cock, a frustrated whimper falling from Davey's lips. "Patience," he teases, throwing Davey's earlier words back at him.

Slowly, Jade works to ease Davey's pants down his thighs, lowering them just enough to free Davey's cock and expose his ass. The whimper that falls from Davey's lips urges Jade on. "Please."

Jade chuckles, tracing the side of Davey's neck with his tongue. "Mmm," he breathes, allowing the fingers of his free hand to trace along the cleft of Davey's ass. To press against his opening. The surprised hiss that falls from Davey's lips pulls a soft laugh from Jade. "You like that, Angel? You ready for me?"

Pulling his fingers back, Jade smirks once again. "Don't tease," Davey whimpers, aching his back from the bed, trying desperately to feel Jade's fingers on him once more.

"You really think you're in a position to tell me what to do, Davey?" He didn't wait for a response, merely moving into reclaim Davey's lips with his own once more.

Frustrated, Davey struggles once more against Jade's grasp. "Fucking asshole," he hisses, the words muffled by Jade's lips. Jade smiles into the kiss, knowing just how frustrated his lover is becoming. And that makes this all the more fun.

Pulling back from the kiss, Jade chuckles loving the way Davey’s hair fans around the pillows beneath him. The wildness and frustration in his eyes. “What was that, Angel?”

Davey’s eyes narrow, “Fucking asshole.” Jade smiles sweetly at the man beneath him, loving the fire in his eyes all the more. Playfully, he shakes his head, making sure to rub himself teasingly against Davey’s cock. He watches as Davey’s eyes slip closed, a breathy moan falling from his lips. “No-not fair.”

“Oh lover,” Jade teases, continuing his slow rocking, “Who said anything about being fair?” Annoyance mixed with pleasure mars Davey’s features. His lips part in a silent “O”, head tosses back. “Oh yes. Feel’s good doesn’t it, Angel?”

Wordlessly, Davey nods. His hips rise from the bed to meet Jade’s shallow thrusts, needing more contact. More pressure. More anything. The teasing was driving him mad. “Please,” he whispers, “More...” A low moan falls from his lips as Jade bucks roughly against him before pulling back once more to hover atop him. A hiss. “Bastard!”

“You love it,” Jade shoots back with a smile. Blindly, he reaches for the small bottle of lube he kept in the bedside drawer, making sure to press against Davey teasingly as he did so. The man beneath him hisses and bucks up against him, mumbling every angry curse he could think of. “Temper, temper,” Jade teases, his fingers finally brushing against the bottle.

“Fuck you,” Davey hisses, dark eyes fuming all the more. Shaking his head, Jade bends down, taking Davey’s earlobe between his teeth and pulling. A smile spreads across his face as he feels Davey shiver beneath him.

“No, babe,” Jade breathes, “That’s my job.” Another shiver. Expertly, he opens the bottle in his hand, squeezing a bit of lube onto his fingers. Davey raises his hips as he feels Jade’s fingers brushing against his opening, a whimper falling from his lips.

“Need you,” Davey breathes, arching himself into Jade’s fingers.

Gently, Jade presses a finger into his lover, inching his way inside. Instinctively, Davey’s hips rise, his back arching. Soft whimpers fall from his lips as Jade’s finger brushes against his prostate. “Can’t wait to fuck you, Angel.”

“Stop. Teasing,” Davey hisses, his eyes clamping shut, his lips parting. He wasn’t in the mood for Jade’s games. If he was going to be fucked, he wanted to be fucked. No teasing. No gentle touches or kisses. Just the slap of skin against skin. Rough, raw, delicious.

“So demanding,” Jade chuckles, “Patience, lover. Patience.” Another finger slides inside, scissoring and stretching Davey. Soft whimpers and frustrated sighs fall from his lips, pushing himself closer against Jade’s fingers. “So eager aren’t we?”

Davey whimpers, Jade’s fingers stretching him with more fever. His back arches off the bed, “Fuck me,” he purrs.

“Soon, lover, soon.” Slowly, he slides his fingers from Davey’s body, wrapping them around Davey’s cock, stroking him firmly. Another whimper falls from Davey’s lips, back arching, hips raising off the bed.

“Now,” he hisses, jaw clenching shut. “Fuck me now.”

With a smile, Jade eases himself more fully on top of his lover, making sure to brush the head of his cock teasingly against Davey as he did so. Loving the way Davey presses himself back against him, shamelessly trying to urge him on. “Soon.”

Jade braces himself with his free hand, settling completely atop of Davey, watching the frustration spread across his face, the way his eyes clench shut. He pushes himself up onto his knees, hovering above his lover. Waiting. Teasing. “I hate you.”

A chuckle falls from Jade, “Oh no you don’t, lover.” Leaning down, he licks and nips at Davey’s throat, a strangled moan falling from the man beneath him. Jerking back, Jade lets out a strangled cry of his own, as he lowers himself roughly onto Davey’s cock.

“Fuck,” Davey hisses, his eyes slamming open. With glassy and unfocused eyes, he watches Jade slowly raise and lower himself, his head tossing back in pleasure. Roughly, Davey struggles against the vice-like grip Jade still holds against his wrists, wanting nothing more than to touch Jade. To dig his nails into Jade’s skin. Make him cry out.

“N-no,” Jade breathes, his voice strained and breathy. “I like you like this.” Another frustrated groan falls from Davey’s lips. Jade smiles, his eyes fluttering closed. With each motion of his hips, Davey’s cock brushes against his prostate, sending sparks up and down his spine. “Fuck,” he purrs, scratching the nails of his free hand down his chest.

Davey’s eyes lock on Jade’s face, taking in every flicker of emotion that spreads across it. Drinking him in. He wants nothing more than to reverse their positions and mercilessly fuck the man above him into the mattress. Make him scream. His eyes widen slightly as he watches Jade’s hand snake down his body, scratching roughly against his skin. “Jade,” he breathes, thrusting up into his lover, smirking as a heady moan spills from Jade’s lips.

Eyes half-lidded, Jade allows his calloused fingers to wrap around his cock, gnawing on his lower lip with each teasingly stroke. This is as much for his pleasure as it is for his lover’s, that fact is not lost on Davey.

Muffled curses fall from Davey’s lips at the sight, his eyes transfixed on the man above him. “Davey,” Jade purrs, “Mmm.” Arching his back, Jade increases his strokes, all the while keeping the rhythm of his thrusts steady. He can feel the man below him trembling. “Th-this what you wanted to see, Angel?” he whimpers, “Me touching myself?”

“Fuck yes,” Davey growls out, pleasure coiling within him. He’s close, his dark eyes near black and his lips parted in a silent scream. Jade smiles, watching his lover’s face, a low moan erupting from his throat.

Slamming his eyes tightly shut, Jade tosses his head back as he cries out his release. Davey’s name spills from his lips over and over as his body stiffens and he pulses helplessly onto his hand and Davey’s chest. Tight heat constricts roughly around Davey’s cock, pulling a heady cry from his lips as well. Curses mingled with breathy sighs echo throughout the room as he pulses violently inside Jade’s body.

A satisfied whimper falls from Jade’s lips as he collapses beside Davey, burying his face in his lover’s neck. “See what you get when you’re patient?” he teases, his breathing finally returning to normal. Roughly, Davey’s hand collides with the back of Jade’s head. A yelp falls from Jade’s lips, “What the fuck was that for?”

Davey chuckles, shaking his head. “You are impossible, Puget.”

“But you love me anyways,” Jade chimes in, a goofy grin spreading across his flushed face. “And I’ll get you back for that.”

Davey cocks an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with mirth, “Promise?”