#they really just based house off this guy? stole his whole pussy

[jingle-jangle-spurs]

Robert House listening to the Courier explain how they lost the platinum chip after charlie-shaking for the Ben-Man.

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Midday on Menagerie, Ilia was getting ready for her favorite place, bed! Community service for past mistakes meant getting up so early, so while others days were revving up, hers was coasting down. The young faunus made her way up her massive tree house and walked through the front door. Immediately her shoes came off and postured slouched as she made her way to her couch.

“One more day over with. At least I got lucky and got cargo moving instead of trash.” Her body sunk into the sofa. The peaceful mood of her home wrapped Ilia in comfort. From the gentle sunlight, cool breeze, the delicious smell of pasta coming from the pot simmering on her stove, even the way Sun wore a ridiculous apron as he-

“Wait, what the!?” Her body sprung up onto her feet. “Sun!?”

“Oh hey. Took you long enough.” He smiled, watching Ilia’s face go through a vast amount of expressions before settling on a smile. She gave him a running hug filled with surprised laughter. “Aw, hehe, glad you’re as happy as me.”

“I didn’t know you were visiting. Wait, did I forget something!? Did we plan anything!?”

“No. This is a bonafide surprise from yours truly. How was your day?”

“Same shit different day. Only today is now better than most.” She placed her head against him. “Not that I don’t appreciate the smell of pasta, but I already ate before I got home.”

“That’s fine. Consider it left overs. At least now you have more than takeout for a while.”

“Takeout is perfectly fine. I’m gonna change into something comfortable. I expect no more lifestyle judgments when I get back.” Ilia took off down the hall and into her room.

“What’s the point of a dirty clothes hamper if you put the clothes next to it?” Sun snickered, waiting for Ilia’s face to pop out of the doorway. He wasn’t disappointed for a second to see her squint at him.

“Don’t enter my room like you own the place!”

xxxxx

Time seemed to go by a little quicker when Sun was around. Afternoon had arrived in the blink of an eye with the sky turning shades of red and purple. Ilia had made herself cozy yet again on the couch but with Sun acting as a big spoon. The white t-shirt and light blue basketball shorts she had chosen made cooling of all the more easier. This moment should’ve been perfect, yet… it wasn’t. Sun never did anything without a reason. As much as she enjoyed this surprise visit, something had to have sparked it. Ilia turned her body towards him and studied his gaze before it was directed towards her with curiosity.

“What’s up?”

“You tell me. You look a little tired, Sun. What’s eating at you?”

“Me? Nothing. The flight was longer than usual so I guess I’m a bit tired-” Her right hand held his face. Sun looked into grayish-blue eyes and found himself sighing.

“Hey, aren’t you the one always telling me to lean on you when I need to? Don’t try the cool guy act. You can lean on me too.”

“I know. I… it’s hard to explain.”

“Was it a fight with Neptune?”

“No, nothing like that. Honestly, I just really, really missed you is all.” His arm draped over her back, keeping her close. “I know it sounds a bit silly but lately I keep missing you.”

Now that was a shock. “Missing me?” Ilia blushed watching Sun rest his head on her while his arms hugged her body gently, “S-Sun?”

“Outside of meetings twice a month and calls, I go about my normal routine. Missions, hangout spots, it all feels like a loop recently; and all I want is the thing that makes it all worthwhile. The time with you just never feels like enough. My head has tons of things to think about but it wants you to be a part of all of them.”

“What’s so silly about that?” Ilia pulled Sun away to get a good look at his face. There was sadness, a longing in his eyes. One she easily recognized. She pressed her forehead against his. The warmth of his body swallowed her whole, drawing her in and erasing the loneliness she saw in him. “I miss you everyday, but it makes these moments all the more worthwhile.”

The typically cheerful blonde remained silent, basking in this moment. Without words, they both leaned in gently to kiss briefly. Seconds after, they found themselves once again getting lost in each other’s looks; the mutual feelings making Sun give Ilia a longer, more passionate kiss that she gladly melted into. His lips alone made her heart flutter. Sun really missed her, more than ever. The shift in his weight turned them over until Ilia was under him. Her hands came around his back and her voice escaped from her the longer their kiss. She had no intent on denying him, but even so, the feeling of Sun tenderly nipping her bottom lip and playing with her tongue made her body feel weak with pleasure.

“He’s so…vulnerable.” She felt his hands grab her legs, propping them up on either side of his body before sliding them up under the shorts, gripping her hips the way she liked. This desire he had for her filled Ilia’s thoughts. “Maybe, I’m not loving him enough? No, stop that. You know he doesn’t think that. Still…” Their lips found a moment to separate for a moment of air. “Sun, am I loving you right?” Her voice was soft and a bit pleading from all the kissing.

Sun gave a soft smile. His hand ran through her long brown hair as he kissed her forehead. “Your love is perfect. It’s why I want more. Ilia, I want to be with you more. I want to love you more. Everything about you, I just…” his thumb traced over her lips, “want more.” And so he went for it. Sun continued to kiss the woman who stole his mind and claimed his heart. He felt her fingers grip his short and tug it until it fell off his shoulders. Sun found the patience to stop again in order to remove it altogether. Not that it took long.

Ilia in her flustered state took the break as a moment to calm her beating heart. She slipped out of her t-shirt no problem and let out a yelp feeling Sun raise her hips. He pulled down her shorts, tossing them on the ground and leaving her in dark blue lace panties. Ilia felt her heart rate quicken the moment his fingers slid in between her labia.

“Ahn~”

“You’re already this wet. Not to mention wearing something like this is never your first pick.” Sun leaned closer over Ilia, who’s eyes fought desperately not to close. “Are you wearing these for me?”

“You…ah- know the answer, jerk.” She moaned, arms holding him close again. A sudden burst of pleasure and slight pain hit her neck as she felt his teeth gently bite the sensitive flesh, marking her. The heat of his mouth on her was second only to his tender rubbing along her slit. Her hips raised instinctively and Sun took the opportunity to pull her panties away. Ilia was so caught up in all these little actions that her body tensed the moment she felt the head of his aching dick press at her entrance.

Her face may have been hidden over his shoulder, but it made hearing her contained whimpers all the sweeter as rolled his hips forward; opening her up agonizingly slow as he was greeted with warmth and her walls pulling him in until Sun completely buried himself inside her. Sun didn’t even have the strength to pull more than halfway out before sinking back into her again and again, picking up the pace after each thrust. Ilia’s whimpers grew louder until she began panting.

Sounding needy was always what Ilia tried avoiding, but that became increasingly difficult when there was someone who didn’t think twice about expressing theirs. The sound of Sun’s lustful groans and erotic breathes hitting her ear only turned Ilia on. How he was able to be so shameless about it was beyond her, but she never wanted him to stop. There wasn’t a part of him that didn’t feel like flames. The body pressed against her, the lips that devoured her neck, and most of all, the rock hard length that filled her up to the point her waist felt numbingly good. Somehow…it just kept digging into the exact same spot.

“W..Wait! I’m…ngh~” her toes curled against the couch. Despite her attempt at words, her body didn’t want him to stop. Sun finally pulled away from her neck but went straight back to assaulting her mouth. Her entire body shivered from him dominating and stealing her tongue from her control. If that wasn’t bad enough, Sun took liberty of pulling her left arm off his body,taking her hand in his to hold against the couch. Ilia could no longer put up a fight. Her body all but melted into the couch as her heart danced and voice let out a muffled cry while her legs trembled throughout her orgasm.

Sun winced, his girlfriend squeezing him in every way. He stood on his knees to give her space to actually breathe, her chest constantly falling from all their kissing. The freckles on her face were red and though she didn’t look at him, she refused to let go of his hand. Not that he wanted her to. Sun groaned, pulling out of her, his own climax still far away. That was fine, because he wasn’t done seeing her like this.

Ilia’s head was slowly getting itself together. They’ve had memorable times but that felt good. Like…drunk sex kind of good. Her mind barely registered watching Sun reach down for his jeans and pulled out a condom he swiftly tore open with his teeth before rolling it over his cock. Ilia couldn’t comprehend fast enough on what went through her own mind let alone Sun’s as he grinded against her sensitive pussy. That was…until he slowly dragged it down a bit lower than expected. The haze Ilia experienced cleared the same time her heart skipped a beat and blush overtook her face. “Wait are you-” was all she got out before her voice gave out, her lungs exhaling everything in her as she felt her ass accommodate Sun’s throbbing cock. A guttural moan rose from the base of her throat. Ilia’s eyes shut tightly and her back arched, unable to fall back down to the couch thanks to Sun holding it in place.

He managed to free his other hand to grab her waist in order to themselves, then, he fucked her just how she loved it. Unlike with her pussy, Ilia wanted it rough and hard here; her dirty little secret that she hated to admit. Sun’s moans were drowned out by Ilia’s cry of ecstasy. “There’s those moans I love.” Ilia did nothing to stop them but that didn’t stop her from placing her arms over her eyes while her entire body went pink with bright red freckles.

She’ll kill him. This time for sure she’ll do it! There wasn’t a nerve in her body that wasn’t feeling him ravage her completely, sending her into bliss too strong for her to think. Sun was giving it to her without a second thought. His hips smacked against her ass. The hand on her hip went down to her leg and raised it until her foot was over his shoulder. It wasn’t too much of a change until he leaned forward ever so slightly and plunged deeper.

“AHHH! FUCK~ SUN!” Tears welled up. Ilia turned her head towards the couch pillow and bit down, hard.

Sun listened to all of her gasps, moans, and whimpers; each one spurring him on while he watched her pussy flow like a river. He wasn’t even touching it anymore but it twitched violently with each thrust he gave. He dared to press a single finger into the nectar and feel it grip him while her hips began shaking. “That’s right! Cum whenever you’re ready. I’m so close~” he sped up again.

Ilia felt herself get dizzy, the haze returning stronger than before until everything went white. Any feeling of embarrassment was pushed away, and Ilia screamed into the pillow like it actually did anything. She felt the condom inside her begin to swell with Sun’s cum that felt hot and heavy enough to burst right through it. Thankfully it appeared to stay contained. Ilia’s body went limp, exhausted from her second orgasm. A small moan left her lips feeling Sun leave her body as he placed her softly on the couch. Ilia couldn’t decide what was worse. The fact that yelling at him would hurt right now, or the fact she didn’t want to yell at him at all. She finally looked at him, eyes half opened and still riding her high. She saw just how sweaty he had gotten and the used condom already safely put aside for the moment. He was still right in between her legs with a gaze that saw only her.

“Ilia…”

“I know.” She cooed. His eyes said it all, and she knew hers did the same. Her arms reached out, inviting him back into her grasp. “I want more of you too.” This time their kisses were less hungry but still every bit as passionate. Right down to the way she moaned his name as Sun slid right back inside her soaked core. Ilia could feel every inch of him glide effortlessly through her in great detail. Somehow he felt bigger than earlier.

“Are you okay?” He could feel her quiver in his arms.

“I’m good. Not so fast this time okay? I want this to last.” It was the truth, but Ilia couldn’t bring herself to mention that she wouldn’t be able to withstand another intense round. It was already challenging to not cum on the spot. Sun listened to her request, rolling his hips into her like waves swaying a boat. “Yeah. Like that.” She gasped, hugging him. Her legs looked locked around his lower back before getting washed away in the moment. She felt her lips graze his again multiple times, continuously demanding attention.

Sun laughed as he felt Ilia’s hands comb through his hair. The moans she tried hiding were all to clear for him. As was her trembling pussy. With each move, he felt her clench tighter and kiss a little deeper. “Cumming again?” Just asking made Ilia hold on tightly. “I’m close too. Cum if you need to.”

“No.” Her voice whined, happily tired. “I wanna cum with you.” The weight of his cock pressed straight down into her, throbbing immensely in a way that made her overwhelmingly weak. His raspy breathing hit her ear.

“I love you.” Sun gasped, his limit finally reached. He pressed his hips right up against Ilia’s, burying his cock in her as he came. Ilia’s limps clung to him for dear life. The way he felt her insides wring him out as Ilia let out a voiceless cry sent him completely over the edge.

Ilia desperately wanted to return his words but try as she might, all she could was hold him close while her body let her orgasm rush through her body, and even down Sun’s shaft. She could still feel it giving her everything it had until it finally stopped, softening enough to slip out of her. Her legs finally freed her blonde, but his body remained on her; Sun’s head on her chest while he still groaned from the pleasure. He didn’t meet her gaze but his arms still held her close. Ilia could see his ears burn bright red. Giggling to herself, Ilia rubbed the top of his head. Now he was embarrassed?

“Sigh, so needy, but who am I to talk?” Ilia put her other arm around him. “I love you too.”

xxxxx

After a well deserved and comforting moment in her arms, Sun sat at the dinner table across from her. A little embarrassed from earlier, he wanted to talk to Ilia but the girl silently stuffed her face with pasta and avoided his gaze. He wanted to believe his cooking was just that good but the fact her skin was still pink gave him other thoughts.

“Maybe I went a little overboard this time?” Watching her flustered face pout from his actions was always cute, but he did feel a little guilty. After all…he did go for all of her this time around. “Ummm.” He didn’t know what to say.

Ilia traced her fork around the plate. By no means was she upset at him. It was just hard to say anything when what happened was on repeat in her head. For both their sakes she worked up the will to speak. “Two weeks.”

“Huh?” Sun watched Ilia’s cheeks get redder. “Two weeks?”

“Yeah. That’s how long I have left until my community service is officially down. So….maybe we should celebrate? A proper vacation, just you and me.” Her eyes finally met his, “I want it too ya know? Being with you more I mean. I…can’t think of anything better; coming home to see you here made me really happy. So let’s plan a long vacation together.”

Sun got up from his seat and walked over to her. Ilia could see the joy in his eyes and the gentle smile on his face made her lips curl up. She closed eyes, already knowing he was going to kiss her. It was just as lovely as all the others that came before and would be as incredible as the ones bound to come after. She opened her eyes to look up at him, his forehead against hers.

“Let’s do it.” He cuffed the side of her face, watching her lean into it. “Ilia?”

“Hmmm?”

“I don’t think I can let you sleep tonight.”

Honestly, what was she going to do with him? It was like his love was spilling over, and so was hers.

“Okay❤️”

[becausethathappens]

SEXTEMBER - EPISODE ONE

themes: abandonment, shame, confusion, and discovery

(i was summarizing for a friend who can’t listen until later and figured it’d be good to share with anyone else in the same situation.)

it’s really clear still they were both super uncomfortable talking about this. they both sounded like they normally do on other people’s shows when the topic gets brought up. a lot of heavy-handed innuendo to assure you they can hang, but as soon as they got more into it, it quickly devolved into giggles and awkward “you did WHAT” reactions. i think the upcoming discussion on purity is going to have a baseline of the church being the background antagonist that will make opening up a bit less abrupt. as it were, rhett had to basically launch right into his discovering how his dick worked. they were appropriately uneasy about that transition and i think rhett’s song is more proof that he’s been thinking about this (and figuring out a way to work the word strap-on into the episode before it even started) a lot and was very anxious about sharing any of it.

it’s rewarding to hear them move past their discomfort and discuss their individual experiences openly. they also prefaced it that this could all change or continue to change tomorrow, since their thoughts are always evolving, and that’s also nice to keep in mind.

general conclusions of what was discussed:

rhett believes his brother got some variation of a sex talk from his parents but he never did. he likened it to his parents assuming he’d hear from the church when he needed to. he’s never discussed the topic with them to this day, from what he implied. eventually, the church did begin discussing sex and that you should not be having it and those attitudes fell in line. prior to that, both appear to have been pretty much left to figure it out for themselves. he kept going back to this and at one point even tried to make it seem like he doesn’t blame his parents and has done similar things with his own sons, but he emphasizes repeatedly that he was given no guidance about anything besides what not to do eventually. a caveboy discovering fire was an approximated analogy, for example. 

link’s mom gave him a diagram and addressed the topic with clinical sensibilities. it was made it clear if he had questions he should raise them, but he never wanted to. link also made it clear that while rhett discovered most of this information from inviting himself to friends houses who had older brothers and having one himself, he had even less of an idea about any of it because rhett didn’t share. he does point out that they’ll discuss the purity aspects next time, but they did begin having dialogues about the topic when they began to try to control the same urges when they started to see how incompatible these actions/thoughts were with the church’s views. 

both came off as wanting to acknowledge the fact that both paths were rocky and could have used more open talk about the topic (probably an impetus for the series). link is a self-described late bloomer, but he also indicates that they both fairly slow-going and were following what they deemed normal or expected, watching how others and one another navigated the topics, then making many decisions about their own actions or expectations. 

it’s conjecture, but these episodes are really seeming to explicitly be about them discussing the topic openly with each other for the first time, to me. which is what i was expecting and i appreciate that they’re willing to be that vulnerable/gutsy to share with anyone let alone all of us. the way they reacted to and discussed things makes it clear some of these experiences were still private and embarrassing up until when the story was told. rhett sharing his first time jerking off and asking link not to make him feel ashamed of bringing it up in the first place, for example, comes to mind. i think it’s about them wearing down the filter that they have around the topic while testing the waters for how poorly it’ll be received (by general listeners, not fans who don’t vibe) if they were do this more often. 

it’s A Lot, but it’s always refreshing to hear the two process their journey beyond of the shame of their conservative upbringing. and to just to hear them talk about dicks and clits and strap-ons, honestly. 

i think being open and loud about enjoying sex will be a major throughline because they didn’t get that and wish they had.

out of order highlights, from memory (heavily pet paraphrased):

rhett believes pussy is “the pinnacle of creation.”

link didn’t want his parents to know if he was dating at all, even once he started, because it meant people knew he could potentially be intimate with that person and it was too much to handle discussing.

rhett found out about sex by his brother showing him a vintage magazine with women athletes in uniform, posed nude. with lots of bush.

rhett found out sperm wasn’t a powder when a friend showed him their older brother’s used and dried out underwear at a sleepover.

link remembers makeout parties in grade school being a lot of pressure on the attendees in fear they’d be found in a compromising position by the adults.

rhett thought he broke his dick the first time he jerked off. he thought powder was supposed to come out, not semen. the same time, he also had an elaborate fantasy about the girls he thought were cute at school coming up to him and taking turns inspecting his dick while he was jerking off on a medical gurney in an observation room.

link’s mom gave him a pamphlet that explains the functional mechanics and had a diagram of an erection. he read this in the closet with a flashlight but never discussed it with rhett or anyone else at the time.

rhett would discuss sex with other guys but not link or ben because he didn’t feel appropriate to discuss with them. he let the guys he hung out with that were into sex lead the discussion/exploration.

link doesn’t remember the first time he jerked off. he estimates it beginning around 7th grade, based on remembering a victoria’s secret catalog being left out when he had friends stop by and feeling awkward that they might put two and two together.

link remembers being very into the lingerie worn by the women and specifically likes the panties with suspenders attached to a garter or stockings below

rhett’s exhibitionism dates back to him “heavy petting” (and being pet in turn by) a girlfriend during a church lock-in, where they were laying in sleeping bags, next to link and others, listening to a pastor address the crowd.

rhett told link about this afterwards and it’s implied this is around the time where they began discussing the subject.

link saw a portion of the sex scene in lethal weapon ii by accident very early, with his dad and was only aware it was wrong and he shouldn’t be watching, not really what was going on onscreen.

rhett eventually stopped dating the girl from the lock-in because of that experience at the lock-in.

link’s initial impressions of porn and other adult content was that it was wrong which is why it was stolen, hidden in the woods, fast forwarded through or otherwise made inaccessible. he burned porn in the woods because the temptation to look at it felt so wrong and strong.

they both have only had sex with their wives.

they both waited for marriage to have sex.

they used to pretend to look at baseball cards and take turns going into a dingy bathroom to look at porn mags left out by the shady dude that worked there. rhett would jerk off to them, then let link have a turn. this whole time rhett thought link was jerking off, too, but he wasn’t. this eventually escalated until link stole a magazine by putting it down his pants to smuggle out to the woods for later viewing.

[avengerscompound]

Just Like That

Just Like That: A Falcon Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count:  1811

Square:  @star-spangled-bingo - Praise Kink

Warnings: PWP, Smut (M|F, oral sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, praise kink)

Synopsis:  Sam shows up after a long, hard day and you want to take care of him.  Turns out, he likes taking care of you too.

Just Like That

Sam let himself in through the side door.  He knew you wouldn’t mind.  You’d given him the keys saying he could come anytime, even if you weren’t here.  He had been tempted to take you up on that a few times.  Sometimes the avenging just wore him down and the call to a regular house in the suburbs where he could forget he wasn’t part of that world for a little while.

Tonight, however, he knew you were home.  Which was better really.  There was nothing like being around someone you loved just being to bring you back down to earth.  It was late though, so he just hoped you were up.

“Honey?”  He called as he dropped his bag on one of the chairs at the kitchen table and then emptying his pockets of his keys and wallet and tossing them on the table.

Your footfalls alerted him you were there before he even saw you.  He’d just reached the kitchen door when it flew inward, nearly smacking him in the face and you launched yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“Sammy!” You squealed and began peppering his face with kisses.

“Woah, calm down, babe.”  He chuckled holding you close.  “I’m a bit bruised.”

“Oh no,”  You said, slipping down off him.  You lifted his shirt and ran your fingers over one of the large marks on his side.  He winced a little and you took your hand away.  “What happened?”

“Just Avengers stuff.”  He said.  “I’ll be fine.  Besides, that’s not why I’m here anyway.”

“Mmm…”  You hummed taking his hands and leading him into the living room.  “And why are you here?  Late-night booty call, is it?”

He chuckled.  “How dare you?  I’m a human being, not just this fine body.”

You giggled and leaned up and kissed him.  “Alright, then,”  You asked.  “What can I do for you, Sammy?  You want something to eat?  Some hot cocoa?  A shower?  To just crash?”

Sam flopped down onto your couch pulling you down into his lap as he thought.  “A beer and a sandwich would be amazing.  Then a shower.  Then we can crash.”  He said.  “If it’s not too much trouble.”

You rubbed your nose against his and ran your fingers over his scalp.  “Of course not.  I like taking care of you.”

He tilted his head and kissed you deeply, running his hand up your back and cradling the back of your head.  You hummed softly, a sound he loved.  He loved to hear when you enjoyed something.

You pulled back slowly, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, before getting up and heading into the kitchen.

Sam sank back into the couch and let his head roll back.  It had been a long ass day.  He was glad to be here with you at the end of it.

It didn’t take long for you to return.  You had a plate clutched in one hand, laden down with things and an opened bottle of craft beer in the other hand.

“It’s your lucky day, Wilson,”  You said, handing him the beer first.  “I made meatballs for dinner and there were leftovers.”

“Are you serious?”  He said sitting up and taking the plate off you.  On it was baguette filled with meatballs cooked in marinara sauce.  You’d toasted it with mozzarella on top and it was browned off and bubbling perfectly.  You’d added a pickle and potato chips to the plate to round it off.  “Oh my god, you know exactly how to get to my heart.”

“I know what my guy likes.”  You said, sitting down and tucking your legs up under you.  You curled into him and put your head on his shoulder.

“Mm… you sure do.”  He hummed taking a large bite.  He moaned as he chewed it slowly and swallowed and you stole a chip from his plate.

“You do anything this Friday?”  You asked.

“Taking my best girl out?”  He said.

You looked up at him and smiled.  “Oh yeah?  Where are you taking her?”

“I don’t know.   I hadn’t got that far.”  He teased.

“Well, I have tickets to a play off-broadway.  It’s in preview.”  You said.  “You want to go?”

“Sure, honey.  That sounds good.  We can get dinner beforehand.”  He said and kissed the top of your head.

“Perfect.”  You said.

This was what Sam liked best.  How completely and utterly normal it was.  He didn’t think he’d ever just be able to live with normal.  That wasn’t him either.  But he needed some.  He needed a place to go where he didn’t have to worry about gods, or HYDRA, or aliens trying to take over the Earth.

Here with you, he was a normal guy who ate meatball sandwiches with beer and planned dates in the city.

He finished his sandwich and sat back, rubbing his stomach and draining the last of the beer.  “That was exactly what I needed.”  He said.  “Thank you.”

“You’re easy to please.”  You said and got up taking the dishes to the kitchen.  When you returned you came over and offered him your hand.  “Come on.  Let’s clean you up.”

He took you hand and let you pull him to his feet.  He followed you upstairs willingly and let your strip him off as you waited for the water in the shower to heat up.

“Oh god, look what they did to you.”  You said as you traced your fingers over his bare skin.

He took your hand and kissed the back of it.  “I’m fine.  I’ve had worse.  Let’s just get cleaned up.”

You nodded and stepped under the water with him.  You took the body sponge and added some shower gel to it.  He inhaled deeply as you began to wash him down.  That clean, slightly floral scene always reminded him of you. As you carefully moved the sponge over him his muscles relaxed and his cock twitched.  Not that he expected more from you now, but the way you tenderly took care of him, running your hands over the lines of his body, he couldn’t help the way it turned him on.

You smirked and ran the puff down the lines of his Adonis’ belt.  “You like that, Sammy?”

“Mm… yeah, baby.  Feels really good.”  He hummed.

You ran the puff over his cock and it jumped and hardened more and he groaned and leaned up against the wall.

“You’re not going to be a tease now, are you?”  He said, running his hand down your side.

“Me?”  You teased, dancing your fingertips up his shaft.  “Never.”

“That’s a girl.”  He hummed and pulled you into a kiss.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft and began to pump it slowly.  The blood rushed to his cock, and it hardened fully in your hand.  He groaned into your lips as you moved yours with his and your tongue flicked out to meet his.

His slid his hands down your back and gripped your ass, pulling you a little closer to him.  “Fuck, that’s it.”  He groaned.  “Just like that.”

“Mmm… you like that, Sammy?”  You moaned gently as your lips ghosted down his neck and you sucked on the dip where his neck met his collarbone.

“Yeah, baby.  Feels real good.  You know just how to get me off, don’t you?”  He said in a husky growl.

You made a little choked sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper and you began to kiss lower down his body.  You paused at his nipples flicking your tongue over them and nipping at them gently.  The whole time you jerked him off, your fist moving up and down his shaft, twisting and squeezing slightly.  It sent tendrils of pleasure snaking through his veins and made his balls tighten and his cock start to leak precome down over your knuckles.

“What else do you like?”  You asked as you kissed down his abdominals.

He groaned and massaged his fingers over your scalp. “I like when you suck my dick.”

“Mm…”   You hummed as you swirled your tongue up his shaft and over the head of his cock.  “Like this?”  You dropped your head down, taking him into your mouth and sucking hard.

“Oh yeah.  Just like that.  You’re doing really well.”  He praised as a shiver ran up his spine.

You moaned and squeezed your legs together as you dropped your head down lower on his shaft.

“That’s my girl, take the whole thing.  I know you can do it.”  He moaned, his eyes locked on you as your dropped your head lower and lower.  When your lips were flush with his base he held you in place, even as you gagged a little.  “That’s it, baby, you can do it.  It feels so good.”

You moaned loudly and when he let you go you pulled back coughing a little.  “There you go.”  He praised.

He guided you back up and kissed you hungrily, pushing you back against the shower wall. You wrapped a leg around him and rolled your hips, grinding your pussy against him.

“You gonna take my dick, baby girl?”  Sam purred as he ground into you.

“Yes, Sammy.”  You moaned.  “I want it.”

“That’s it, baby.  I’m going to make you feel so good.”  He said and lifted you up, lowering you down on his cock.

He started to thrust deep into you as you clung to him and squeezed your walls around his cock like you were milking it.  “Yes, Sam.  Just like that.  Fuck me so good.”

“You take it so well.  Good girl.”  Sam hummed as he fucked you.

He kept going, deep and hard, pulling your hips up so he could angle into your g-spot.  Your cunt clenched and spasmed around his girth and you dug your nails into his back.  The bathroom echoed with the sounds of your moans, grunts, whimpers, and mutual words of praise.

As he got closer and closer to his release he started to rub your clit hard, wanting you to come first.  “Yes!  Yes!  Just!  Like!  That!”  You screamed out and with a cry you came, arching back and shuddering around his cock.  The way your pussy clenched and squeezed his shaft pulled him over and he thrust hard and deep into you, his cock pulsing as he spilled into you.

“Fuck.”  He sighed as he slipped from you and let you down.  His come dripped from you and he groaned at the sight of it.

“That was good.”  You hummed as you stepped back under the water.

He grabbed the shower puff and began to wash you.  “Yeah, it was.  Didn’t realize how much I needed it.”

You turned and smiled wrapping your arms around his neck.  “Well, I do like to be needed.”

[sunshineofthegroup]

It’s Not My Fault I’m a Maniac

Geoff and Gavin try to recruit Jack for the crew, but little does Gavin know, there's a good reason she doesn't want to join. ** 'I'm outside the door, invite me in, so we can go back and play pretend' - Fall Out Boy, Alone Together ** Part 2 of a pre-FAHC/FAHC series based off FOB songs (primarily from Save Rock and Roll) [jackeoff, ~1.6k]  [read on ao3]

“Does every bartender in town know your order?” Gavin asked Geoff as Geoff picked up yet another glass of whiskey he hadn’t necessarily ordered.  Geoff shrugged and knocked back a good portion of the liquid.

 “This one does,” Geoff said, eyeing the bartender in question.  She was pretty, brownish-red curly hair, but also looked like she could easily break Geoff in half.  Exactly Geoff’s type – though he generally stuck to blondes.

 “She’s not another one of your ex-wives, is she?” Gavin asked.

 “She wishes,” Geoff scoffed.

 “You wish, Ramsey,” the bartender shot back.  Geoff raised his glass in a toast.

 “The offer still stands, Jack,” Geoff addressed her.  “I still need a pilot.  You look like you could use some cash besides what I leave in tips.”

“Yet you’re the one wearing the same dirty tuxedo every time I see you,” Jack replied coolly.

 “I need a pilot,” Geoff insisted.  Gavin nodded emphatically.  “I’ll buy you anything you want plus one quarter of the profits from the job.  One job, no contract.  Please, Jack.”

 “Fine,” Jack agreed. “I’ll be at your penthouse at 11:30 to discuss specifics.  And you know what the ‘anything I want’ is going to be.”

 “Yes, I do,” Geoff replied.  “Come on, Gav, we have things to do.”  He dropped a fifty on the bar as he and Gavin left the building.

 “What does she want?” Gavin asked Geoff curiously.  Geoff shook his head.  “Come on, then.”

 “It’s expensive, but it’s worth it,” Geoff said.

 “So who is she, though?” Gavin asked, always so eager for any gossip.

 “I’m not allowed to know women now?” Geoff responded.

 “Geoffrey, the only women you know do not talk to you anymore,” Gavin pointed out.  “You have three ex-wives.”

 “And each one of them left with half my fortune,” Geoff said.  “Not doing that again.  No more Lady Ramseys.”

 “Except Jack?” Gavin asked, grinning.

 “Jack would never settle for being the Lady Ramsey,” Geoff said.  “Trust me.”

  “What are you drinking?” Jack asked him.

 “Whiskey,” Geoff grunted.

 “Let me guess,” Jack said, pouring a few shots.  “Lady troubles.”

 “I wish, dude,” Geoff sighed.  “Dudette. Lady-dude.”

 “Dude’s fine,” Jack said.

 “Thank god, because I don’t have time for any more girls,” Geoff said, knocking back two shots. “They break your heart and take your money.”

 “Yes, I hear we’re good at that,” Jack said, rolling her eyes.

 “You are,” Geoff said, nodding.

 “You’d think men would learn after the first two divorces, but they always go for number three,” Jack said, with the knowledge that comes from being a bartender.

 “We do.  We’re idiots!” Geoff exclaimed.

 “More whiskey?” Jack offered.

 “Sure, and your phone number, if you’re giving it out,” Geoff said.

 “Hard to believe you’ve been married three times with lines like that,” Jack laughed, pouring a few more shots.

 “Dude, trust me, I’m not looking for my fourth ex-wife, not tonight.  No more Lady Ramseys.  Though the ex-Lady Ramseys could tell you, it certainly pays well.  Each better than the last.”

 “You can call me Jack, if you want,” Jack told him.  “Dude’s still fine, if you prefer.”  She slid a napkin across the bar with her digits on it.

 “I’m Geoff.”  He took the shots remaining on the bar.

 “Right, my future ex-husband,” Jack nodded with a laugh.

 “No, no, not again. I can’t have a fourth ex-wife.  The next one won’t be satisfied with my money, and she’ll take my empire too,” Geoff whined.  Jack snorted, pouring two more shots.

 “Gosh, I can’t imagine why they keep divorcing you,” she said.

 “Exactly!  I’m a nice guy!  I deserve love,” Geoff said.

 “If being a bartender has taught me anything, it’s that people always find love in the place they least expect it,” Jack said.

 Geoff called her three days later.  Standard.

 “This is Pattillo,” Jack answered.

 “Hey!  Jack, dude.  It’s Geoff from the bar.  Do you want to get dinner?”

 “I thought you weren’t looking for ex-wife number 4?” Jack said, amused.

 “The only one saying you’ll be the next ex is you,” Geoff replied.

 “Why should I go out with you?  Besides it’s free dinner and  you’re rich and not ugly,” Jack said.

 “That’s exactly why you should go out with me,” Geoff said.

 “I’m going to regret agreeing to this,” Jack said.

 The first date went surprisingly well, so they proceeded to the second and third dates, and more dates after that.  Jack wasn’t necessarily opposed to Geoff’s life of crime, but she wasn’t necessarily going to join him either – though she would never turn him over to the LSPD.

 Soon enough, it had been three months and Geoff finally decided to stop being a huge pussy and go for it.  He picked up the keys to his bright pink Zentorno and headed for Jack’s apartment across town.  He knocked in an upbeat rhythm.

 “Who is it?” Jack yelled from inside.

 “It’s Geoff!  Who else are you expecting?” Geoff replied.

 “Shit…  Uh….  Hold on a second…”  Jack responded.  Geoff was instantly suspicious.  He almost dropped the bouquet of flowers he was holding in favor of his pistol, but decided against it.  She finally came to the door, unlocked it, and threw it open, before pulling him inside violently, and slamming and locking the door again.

 “What’s going on?” Geoff asked, his instinct that something was wrong definitely proving correct.

 “Can’t be too careful,” she replied.  “I don’t… uh… right.  Hang on.” She disappeared back into the bathroom, of all rooms, and Geoff heard the voice of another man, one clearly in pain, so he did the only logical thing and followed her.  “He’s fine, he’s not here to kill either one of us.  I’m not a surgeon, but I do believe you’ll live.”

 “What would I do without you, Jack?” the strange man responded.

 “I don’t know, bleed out on street corners bi-weekly?” Jack said sarcastically.  “Geoff, this is Ryan.  Rye, my future ex-husband…”

 “I pictured him different,” Ryan said, giving Geoff a once over before trying to stand.  “You guys got plans?  Sorry, man, I never pick a good night to get shot.”

 “No night is a good night to get shot,” Jack reprimanded him.  “If you’re headed for my bedroom, you better not get blood on my sheets again.”

 “Yeah, yeah,” Ryan muttered, staggering his way out of the bathroom and out to the living room.

 “Rye’s fine… um… just let me clean up and we can go,” Jack said.  Geoff agreed and went to find the flowers he’d brought some water while she cleaned up and changed.

 “How did you meet Jack?” Ryan asked from the couch.

 “She’s a bartender. I’m an alcoholic.  It was inevitable,” Geoff said.  Ryan nodded.  “How’d you get shot?”

 “Assholes these days, always pulling a gun,” Ryan said.  “Can’t even make a dishonest living.”

 “You got shot doing petty theft?” Geoff asked, unimpressed.

 “He always get shot doing petty theft!” Jack chimed in from the bathroom.

 “Not always!” Ryan complained.  “Not always petty theft, anyway.”

 “Dude, you should not be getting shot at all,” Geoff said.  “Any friend of Jack’s is a friend of mine.  I’ll give you some pointers sometime.”

 “Don’t recruit Ryan!” Jack said loudly.  “He’s clumsy and no one is afraid of him because he can’t get through two sentences without messing up a word.”

 “What is he, your brother?” Geoff asked her.

 “What if he was?” Jack asked, sticking her head out from the bathroom.

 “You don’t look alike,” Geoff said, looking between them.

 “We’re not related,” Ryan assured him.

 “Good.  Then she won’t mind if I try to fix you up,” Geoff said. “A month, maybe two…  I have a pretty fast turnaround rate.”

 “Yeah, because they end up dead,” Jack said.  “Future ex-husband or not, I’d rather lose you than Ryan.”

 “That’s harsh,” Geoff frowned.  “Only the temps get dead.  The interns usually make it to full-time staff.  Rye-bread’ll get the friends and family discount.  Straight upgrade to full-time staff with benefits.”

 “What are the benefits like?” Ryan asked.

 “No suicide missions,” Geoff said.

 “What about medical?” Ryan asked.

 “We’re working on hiring a new nurse,” Geoff said.

 “Did the last one die?” Ryan guessed.

 “That’s a safe guess,” Geoff replied.  “But no, he had to step down.  It was a legal thing.”

 “So he’s in jail?” Ryan guessed.

 “It’s not really relevant,” Geoff waved it off.

 “You could do that, Jack,” Ryan called over to her.  She was glaring at him from the kitchen now.

 “I’m not a nurse, I’m a bartender,” Jack said.

 “Are you ready?” Geoff asked her.

 “I’ve been ready,” Jack said, rolling her eyes.  “If you hadn’t told me I could drive the Zentorno, I’d be calling this entire date off.”

 “If you crash my baby, you can say goodbye to being the future ex-Lady Ramsey,” Geoff shot back.

 “I’m more of an Entity chick myself,” Jack shrugged.  “Don’t burn the house down, Ryan.”

 “That was one time!” Ryan insisted.

  “So what happened?” Gavin asked.

 “What do you think happened?” Geoff asked.

 “Well, it’s you, so I’d say you probably divorced her,” Gavin said.

 “I did propose, but she said no,” Geoff said.  “She was mad because Ryan decided to take my offer.  They had a falling out, it was a whole big deal…”

 “That’s awful,” Gavin said.  “If you stole my brother and nearly got him killed on a weekly basis, I’d be pretty minged off, too.”

 “Ryan isn’t her brother,” Geoff rolled his eyes.

 “Really??  I was convinced,” Gavin exclaimed in surprise.

 “What’s the deal on that friend of yours?” Geoff asked.

 “Who, Michael? He’s got some things to take care of, then he’s going to make his way our direction,” Gavin said.

 “Excellent.”

[neen-writes]

Friday Night

A/N: From an AU prompt on Tumblr. "you caught some guy trying to drug my drink at the bar so u punched him and now we're at my place where i'm cleaning the blood off your face and endlessly thanking you" au

Altered just a little bit(because I can't see Levy taking a guy home the same night she meets him). 

A/N 1-12-17: SO! Tumblr did in fact eat this post when I tried to edit it a few days ago! So this is a REPOST, many of you will have already seen this, just a heads up!  Sorry for that!!

"Come on, just hang out for a lil. I don't bite," the glassy-eyed male slurred to her, leaning precariously on his stool.

The blunette wrinkled her nose at the stench of gin. "No, thank you, I was just leaving actually," she feigned a polite, stiff smile at the persistent drunk on the stool next to her and crossed her legs, angling her shoulder towards him.

The whole night she had been regretting being so uncharacteristic. But Lucy was ever the convincing one, and she had begged her over and over to come out with them to the local bar, because "reading is not what normal people do on a Friday night." She had finally conceded, but she was reminded again why she wasn't a fan of this kind of scene. It was loud, it smelled like sweat, and was crawling with people like the one that had settled next to her. Not to mention the dress code to these kinds of clubs was stifling and the white pumps she had borrowed from Lucy were anything but comfortable(how does she go a whole night, dancing like she does in these?). At least her dress was comfortable, however the attention it drew wasn't.

Levy had tried her best for Lucy, and to her credit, had stayed for an hour and a half, consoling herself with light beverages, and danced a little to the few songs that she knew. She certainly wasn't opposed to drinking, it was fun socially and Levy, if she said so herself, was a fantastic drunk. It was a privilege for anyone that got to see that side of her. But there was little point doing it in a place like this and the buzz only made her feel insecure. She far preferred dive bars, or doing it at someone's house. Usually Lucy's.

Speaking of, it had been at least two songs since her friend had checked in, and Levy was about to close out. She swiveled in her seat, looking back to the dance floor and completely ignoring the man next to her. Maybe he would get the hint?

Levy spotted the familiar pale blue skintight dress in the crowd and smiled a little. At least someone was having a blast. When she turned back around, the man was still there, though quietly looking at the bar rather than her. Levy reached for her rum and coke to finish it off, when everything seemed to happen at once. Suddenly she was wearing her drink, and her 'suitor' was flying over the bar.

"Hey, scumbag!"

Gajeel was mid sip when his mouth dropped open and the black straw fell from his lips. He might have dribbled a little whiskey on himself in the process. Red eyes widened on the dumbstruck, studded face of the large black-haired male. The conversation happening on the couch around him faded to the background the second that ray of sunshine entered the spot.

She. Was. Stunning.

Her wild cerulean hair caught his attention first, standing out starkly in the crowd and was accented with a small white, floral hairpin that held some of it from her face; her soft, adorable face with cheeks flushed in uncertainty. It was clear by her body language that this wasn't her scene, any guy could see that. But she still carried herself in that tantalizing yellow dress like she could easily hold her own. Every step in those heels, which did fantastic things for her cream-colored legs, ruffled the fabric against her petite form underneath, giving torturous hints at the curves it hid.

He was dumbstruck, and he was definitely not a stranger to this kind of scene, with its ample share of girls that tried very hard to be the one that stood out. Which generally did the opposite for Gajeel. But she… she could have walked in there in a t-shirt and jeans and he was pretty damn sure he would have been just as drawn to her. He was thankful for their choice of seating, as it gave him a clear view of almost the whole place, and thus a chance to keep his needy gaze on her for half the night.

His face burned with desire the few times she moved to the dancefloor with her friend, because oh god, every swing of those hips had him like a dog with a treat being waved over his head. But somehow, he was just as content to watch her when she moved back to the bar to order another drink and catch a breather, based on the adorable little sigh her tiny frame heaved out when she sat down.

Every time she took a seat, he told himself he was going to march over there and buy her a drink. And each time his stomach flared up with infuriating flutters that kept him glued to his seat. What the hell! Why am I being such a pussy? he scolded himself.

The final time she took a seat, which really looked like the final with the tired slump of her sweat-glazed shoulders, he steeled himself to get up and go over to her. But he had just barely shifted in his seat when someone else swept in and stole his place. That's what ya get for being so slow. He growled a little, unsure why he felt such a jealous pang in his chest, and settled back into his seat, taking a sharp, burning sip of his drink.

"Oi, earth to metalhead! Did you hear me or what?"

Red eyes swung back to the pink-haired boy seated across from him at the table. A grimace spread on the large man's studded face. "Quiet down flamebrain I heard ya. I don't care what bar we go to next, you guys can pick. Lemme finish my drink first at least."

Natsu grinned and leaned forward a bit and tilted his head. "Are you sure? You seem to really be enjoying yourself here," he poked, laughing to himself, before looking to the crowded bar to the girl that, apparently, was tantalizing enough to have their companion so spaced. "Are you gonna go over there or what?"

Gajeel prickled and chucked a piece of ice at him, nailing him square in the cheek with a satisfying yelp. "Shut up!" he snapped with a growl to follow. The outburst only brought out a pulse of laughter from the group, with nudging elbows and more teases. "The shots are hitting me is all. Damn, can't a guy enjoy his buzz in peace?" he shot back, directing his gaze back to the fairy at the bar with a huff

A satisfied grin spread on his face as she turned a cold shoulder to the guy to, probably, look for her friend. Gihe, better luck next time chump, he thought, pleased.

Movement from the male, however, caught his attention. The guy's hand reached up, quickly, to the top of her drink and then retreated back to his side as he sat forward. Gajeel's eyes narrowed and he felt a sudden fire in his chest, a snarl building in his throat. His red eyes looked quickly to the oblivious bartender, and then to anyone else around her that didn't seem to notice. "Oh, that fucking bastard." His sudden outburst caught his group's attention, but he had already slammed down his drink and was beelining across the bar before he even realized what he was doing.

He watched her, in slow motion, turn to reach for her drink, and saw the sly, infuriating look the guy next to her shot her.

"Hey, scumbag!" he roared as the surprised man whirled to look at him. In one fluid motion, one hand toppled the drink in the girl's grip, and the other wound back, before landing a fist square in his face that sent him headfirst over the bar and onto the floor on the other side.

Gajeel shook his hand out at his side, the rush in his chest putting him sky high. But nowhere near as high as she sent him when she turned those big, surprised, honey-colored eyes onto him. Everyone immediately around them stopped for a moment in shock, giving the two a few seconds to catch up. Her hands were suspended uselessly at her sides, and he saw now that he had ruined her dress. Guilt started to rise in him, and he watched her expression go from surprise to fear, as Gajeel opened his mouth to blurt out, in his defense, "He fucking tried to drug you."

The blunette's eyes lit suddenly with understanding and a hand flew over her mouth.

"Stay out of our business!" A second person, likely a friend of the first man, spun Gajeel by the shoulder, sending his long black ponytail swirling around him. He heard her yelp–a sound that wrenched his gut–when the guy connected a fist to Gajeel's cheek, who only stumbled slightly. Head to the side, a grin and a chuckle spread on his face, as he touched the fresh cut on his cheek and looked at the blood on his fingertips.

Gajeel sidestepped ever so slightly and stood up straight, squaring himself protectively between the tiny woman and the man that had caught him by surprise. He flexed threateningly, muscles rippling beneath the struggling black button down. He was at least several inches taller, and he angled his chin upwards slightly to look down his nose at the offender. "Gihe… Nice shot," Gajeel rumbled, as the smaller man got a full look at who he had just hit, and realized that he had made a pretty catastrophic mistake. "Lemme show you mine," an apology had started to rise, Gajeel could see it, but he wasn't going to have it from trash like him. He wound again, and hit the poor idiot with an uppercut that sent him flying just like his buddy.

Only then did the bouncers finally catch up to what had happened so quickly, and Gajeel raised his arms in surrender as they roughly ushered him outside. A smile remained plastered on his face, especially when he heard Natsu shouting cheers from the other side of the bar.

He was shoved roughly onto the sidewalk and waved a dismissive hand at them, "Yeah yeah. Learn to do your actual job. I did ya a favor," Gajeel grumbled at them, dabbing his fingers at his sore cheek. Guess that's the end of my bar crawl. He plunged his hands into his pockets and started to make his way down the street back home to get cleaned up. Gajeel couldn't feel any regret for it, however. He'd do it again. Easily. That kind of shit wasn't going to fly, and hell if he was going to let anything happen to her.

"Wait!"

The sudden, very feminine voice behind him made him turn, and his face flared up again. There she was, stained dress and all, and half out of breath. Somehow, even in her ruined clothes, she looked absolutely perfect. How the hell, man. Who is she?

Levy's eyes swept over him, finally able to get a clear look at him, and a very noticeable blush spread on her features that was massively satisfying to Gajeel. Oh no. He's really handsome! she thought, alarmed that her savior was not only a very good person, clearly, but that he was mind-blowingly attractive. Which surprised her, given his unorthodox appearance. But somehow the piercings only seemed to accent his chiseled features, and the way his shirt protested against the muscles underneath was criminal. The intense red eyes were captivating in their own right, and that long black mane, pulled pack into a thick ponytail, only added to the sudden attraction.

When she saw his face, however, her eyes widened in surprise, "You're bleeding! A lot!"

"Yeah, it ain't a big deal," he replied nonchalantly. After a moment, he looked her over again, in a different manner. "You okay?" he asked, the gentleness in his tone betraying his appearance.

She smiled a warm, perfect smile, and nodded. "You're not though," she insisted, holding up a wad of napkins she must have stolen from the bar. Gajeel arched a brow and looked from her hand to her.

"I told ya, I'm–"

"Sit down will you?" she asked, "You're too tall," she added, an air of adorable embarrassment her tone. Fuck, with a voice like that he couldn't do anything but oblige, and he plopped down on the curb.

The girl walked over and rested a small hand on his shoulder–an action that sent fire throughout his body–to steady herself as she lowered down and sat next to him with her legs spread straight out in front of her to maintain her modesty. He couldn't take his eyes of her, especially when she reached up with one of the napkins and started to dab at his face. "Thank you," she said sincerely, his eyes torturously focused on her mouth.

"It was nothin. The guy was garbage," Gajeel mumbled.

"Seriously though, thank you," Levy said again. "I was stupid to look away, I know better. If you hadn't intervened, I'd be in trouble," she shuddered a little in a way that struck Gajeel with the sudden urge to wrap her in his arms and never let go again. To keep that tiny, beautiful woman safe.

"Glad to help, shorty." He replied, and the blunette suddenly pulled her hand from his face. He raised his brows, and couldn't help but laugh at the precious look of annoyance on her face and the angry flush on her cheeks.

"I am not that short!" she shot back.

"Gi he he! Yeah ya are. Even in those heels you don't even come close to eye level," Gajeel teased, savoring the reactions from her.

"I have a name y'know," she grumbled, resuming her care of his face. "I'm Levy."

"Gajeel," He responded. Her name was just as cute as the rest of her, and how that was possible was beyond him. "Sorry about the dress."

Levy smiled again, and the flutter in his stomach returned along with the burning blush on his face. "It's okay, I'll get another," she shrugged. 

I'll buy you one, he thought suddenly. 

"Funny way to meet someone, but nice to meet you, Gajeel," she replied with that bright smile of hers.

Gajeel stared at her for a moment, trying his best to quell the desire raging in him and the things her touch on his face was doing for him. It, however, was in vain. She had him entirely awestruck and she wasn't even trying. His eyes drifted down to her alluring, pink lips, and his mouth went dry as his mind went hazy.

The man reached out, and placed his hand–the same had that had ruined two grown men–incredibly gently on her cheek. Levy's cheeks lit up, but she did not protest as he leaned forward and swiftly, confidently closed the distance between them. His kiss was gentle, tentative, and it sent electricity through them both. It was a chance, and he didn't know if she would reject him. But her sharp intake of breath, the pressure she exerted back against him, and the hand that found a resting place against his chest and gripped at his shirt was the approval he sought.

The two broke apart, out of breath and hazy-eyed when cat calls and cheers erupted behind them. "That's the man!"

Gajeel looked past his–his?–company at Natsu, Grey and the others, along with the blonde girl that had come with his–his?–blunette. He groaned and rolled his eyes, but Levy merely giggled. "I wondered how long that would take them," he looked down her flushed, but very very happy face.

"You uh, wanna go out sometime?" he asked carefully, feeling nerves twist in his stomach. "I'd ask you to now but I'm sure ya wanna change."

Levy beamed and had him slain, for the umpteenth time, on the spot. "I'd like that. Without the entourage?" she jerked her head back at the group that had gathered.

"Definitely without any of them. Or guys I have to punch," he responded with a pleased smirk as he hauled himself to his feet first, then turned and extended a hand to her. Levy continued to beam, on cloud nine from the very unexpected conclusion to her night, and placed her tiny hand in his.

[bmalegal]

My Asian Roommate Stole My Handjob!

Welcome to Great Moments in Drunken Hookup Failure, where we showcase four heartwarming true stories of drunken love gone horribly awry. Off we go.

Hammertime:

Last year, I did a Junior-year exchange to a California school from college in Britain. It was my 21st birthday. We had a date party that night, and I invited a girl from our sister sorority, who I’d really liked when we’d had an event together, but drunkenly hooked up with her friend instead (oops). Regardless, she said yes, and since it’s a date party and my 21st, I figure I have it in the bag.

We’re flirting and making out the whole time, and she doesn’t want to go back to her sorority, so we stumble to my dorm room, both blackout drunk.

At that point, I lived in a 6 guy suite, three guys apiece in two bedrooms, with a shared living room. My roommates were all freshmen and sophomores, and all more studious than I was, and all in bed already that night. I don’t care that my roommates are asleep, drunk as I am, so we just climb into my bed (I have the only top bunk in the room, so I guess that makes it almost defensible). Bottom line is, we start fooling around, and then I simply pass out before anything good happens. So I managed to cockblock myself by drinking too much, which is not in itself that interesting or improbable.

The next morning I wake up surprisingly early, still a little drunk, and no sign of my date. I think this is a bit weird, but assume she left after I passed out. I hang out in the living room of our suite with the one roommate of mine I consistently talk to, and suddenly my date appears – from the other bedroom of our suite, not mine. I’m confused, but she needs to leave quickly and I lend her some clothes to ease her walk of shame (stride of pride?). One of my very studious Asian roommates then walks out of the same room, with a strange grin on his face, so I ask him what’s going on.

It turns out what happened that she woke up in the middle of the night, went to the bathroom, and climbed back into what she thought was my bed – IN THE NEXT ROOM OVER. My roommate, completely surprised and sober, didn’t object strongly enough to stop her (why would he?) and definitely didn’t complain when she gave him a drunken handjob (I presume she thought it was me?). Anyway, my studious Asian roommate, who never partied and who I had about 3 real conversations with, ended up getting more action on my 21st than I did.

Well played, Data.

Dave:

It was the summer of 2004 after my freshman year in college. A group of us decided to take the train into Chi-town to go to the Taste of Chicago. This group happened to include my ex-girlfriend from high school, who I definitely still wanted to hook up with whenever I had the chance. Obviously the only reason anyone would go to the hot, sweaty, overcrowded disaster that is the Taste when you’re under 21 is to get loaded, and we were no exception.

After ripping unhealthy amounts of vodka, I was putting on what I thought were decent moves on my ex. As the night progressed, the vodka took over and I felt like I was doing pretty good. And as it turned out, I must have said something right because somehow I convinced her to let me drive her home from the train station when we got back (mind you it’s about 1am and I can barely see straight). All is well as we decide to park on a side street by her house as we always used to do back in the day, and I figure I’m a shoe-in to rekindle the sex flame. After what seems like hours of coercing, I finally get her in the back of my Explorer and clothes are starting to come off.

Right as the action reaches an R rating, a bright light starts shining through my back window…cops. We dive into the front seats when the officer comes to the window. He doesn’t say anything, just points forward in front of my car. I was parked at a stop sign. Apparently the neighbors called the police reporting a suspicious vehicle, and I can’t say that I blame them. I reeked of alcohol, was slurring my words and was pretty embarrassed that I could be so stupid. But not as embarrassed as I felt when the cops (instead of giving me a DUI) called both of my parents to come pick our drunk asses up and drive us home at about 3am. Moral of the story: don’t park at stop signs. Oh yeah, and don’t drink and drive…especially in your dad’s car. Needless to say I never hooked up with her again.

Ouch. I’d almost rather be arrested. But not really.

Ray:

I’m 40 now. This happened when I was 18. This mess happened at a family Halloween party given by my aunt and uncle . Lots of family, aunts, uncles, parents and kids are there. My cousin, intros me to his "friend". He tells me that he is totally into her but I get the sense that she just doesn’t dig him in the way he wants since she keeps staring at me.

My cousin is the type of dude that has no game and gets no girl attention at all. On this night, he is ga-ga over this girl. Her costume consists of some sort of mechanic’s baggy overall-one-piece-suit. I can’t tell what her body looks like. The drinks start flowing and this chick starts pounding the Jungle Juice (every kind of booze you can grab mixed with red punch).

My cousin is all over this chick and he is getting nowhere, poor fucking guy. We’re all pretty twisted so when my cousin leaves her side to go dance with his mom (my aunt), she comes over to me, grabs my hand and leads me to the side of the house. I’m hoping nobody has caught on to this chick’s underhanded move.

Next thing you know, we are making out in bushes, in some cold dirt. I unzip her mechanic’s baggy overall-one-piece-suit to reveal the best rack I have ever put my face between. Amazing. These are the kind of tits you think of and get a hard-on in church. Within two minutes, I have her panties off, fingering her, my cock out and my face in her tits when my fucking aunt, mother of my cousin, catches us in the bushes. OH FUCK…….

As I’m ready to stick it in, my aunt starts kicking me and yelling at the both of us. The girl zips up her tits and pussy and she’s gone, running down the street.

As my aunt is yelling at me, she is fucking staring at my whipped out hard-on. My cousin hears the ruckus, comes over and starts punching me. Family comes over to break us up. The girl’s friend finds her down the street, throws her drunk ass in the car, they’re gone in seconds.

My late grandfather who is also at this family party comes over and sits me and my cousin down and tells us, in his words, "Don’t fight over pussy." I miss him.

Years later I ran into this chick at a Raider game with some dude, not my cousin. My cousin still hates me.

I bet he does.

Larry:

I went out drinking at a Russian-themed vodka bar last Saturday in my semi-large Southern college town. This is a place with a lot of techno and a lot of strobe lights where you either have to be on ecstasy or blitzed out of your mind to have a good time. Cheap well vodka and two-dollar Schlitzes made me a member of the latter group. I strike up a conversation with a cute blonde, Paula, who is standing at the bar by herself. I buy her a drink and things seem to be going well so I ask her to dance.

Paula REALLY liked dancing, so much so that I had to concentrate to keep up. We do our thing for a while then go back to the bar, where Paula introduces me to her friend Bitsy. I instantly recognize Bitsy as a card-carrying Cockblocker, because she keeps insisting to Paula that they should leave. I’ve seen this happen too many times, so I get them both multiple shots to buy time because I know Paula is in to me. Luckily, an angel sent from heaven in the form of a black guy who looked EXACTLY like Damian Marley asks Bitsy to dance. I grab Paula, go back on the dance floor and do enough to seal the invite back to her place.

Paula, Bitsy, Damian and I head back to the girls’ apartment, which is located in a sketchy part of town in between the bars and the college. Having already avoided one potential cockblock, I am instantly confronted with another. The girls’ cunt terrier has COMPLETELY trashed their apartment. I spend the next ten minutes picking up trash in their living room while Damian goes on and on about his reggae band and Paula yells at someone on the phone. I finish the clean up, get Paula off the phone, take her to her room (finally), where things proceed to get hot and heavy. We’re fully naked, third base rounded, when I hear a LOUD knock at the door. My drunk mind is praying it’s Damian who got kicked out and is trying to get back in. Thirty seconds later, her phone rings. Her boyfriend is calling and is at the front door. Of course he is.

She starts crying and runs to the front door while I find my clothes and prepare for the worst. As I exit her room, her boyfriend charges at me with a full head of steam. I go into fight or flight mode and end up wrestling him to the ground and getting enough punches in for him to stay there. I then proceed to sprint out of the apartment with a ripped shirt and "little Larry" at full attention passed a group of his friends standing outside, who then proceed to chase me. Luckily, my head start put me about a hundred yards ahead of them and I race into the nearby woods, where they lose me. After avoiding two potential cockblocks, I end my night spending a half hour in the woods at 4 am until a car full of dudes could pick me up.

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I’m a Time Traveler. More specifically, I’m a second-generation timebender. My parents and I are the only ones we know of, although we check in with my half-brother from time to time just to be sure. And a couple other "accidental" relations. Dad gets around a little bit. My name is Carol Dane. It’s just an alias I chose for all this Traveling, and I intend to ask my parents not to name me that before I go. Dad developed it on his own, at least in my original timeline; I’ve sort of muddied those waters. We’re pretty sure none of them will develop the power. Not the way that I did. But I never once touched the thing, and when I hit puberty, I accidentally froze the world during gym class. Anyway, for now, you can call me Carol. To my credit, that dodge-ball was coming right for my face. That doesn’t mean I used it responsibly; my high school was a pretty bizarre place while I was attending, particularly if you were a bitchy teenage girl who liked to spread rumors about someone’s parents being incestuous. That’s what we eventually started calling ourselves. He created a "Magic Remote" with his mind, totally by accident, and it awakened the power to stop and control time in him. And they were mean about it. Thankfully, my parents aren’t retarded, so they had explained to me about the power, and I knew what it was when it happened. We moved a few times, trying to get away from Dad’s ex. It doesn’t matter that the rumor was true. My grandmother, I guess. I just called her Sarah. Not that I called her anything, because we never spoke. I can’t totally blame her. But I remember her presence if only in spirit, dogging us, chasing us down and trying to slander Dad’s name. My mother, who is also his daughter, developed the same abilities after she started using the remote. 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I decided when i was fifteen that I would fix things somehow, and spent more than a decade planning it, but it was a long time before I was actually strong enough to pull it off. Mom can’t travel back and forth in time the way Dad can, even with the remote. Dad seems to be able to do whatever he wants, but he has some pretty strong rules about what he will and won’t do. I think something bad happened, but he’s never talked about it. But I don’t need the remote and I can jump around the week just like I’m crossing a street. It exhausts her to even try. Still, Sarah couldn’t leave us alone. I was mostly thinking about the best way to stop Sarah before she started. So I set up a situation that would give me a reason to make contact and slipped him the remote. Getting home was harder, a lot harder, but I wasn’t really thinking about that. But they were thrust together, and they made the best of it. Timebenders heal fast. I slipped the remote in his bag, gave him my number so I could keep track of things, and went out to lunch. So when I got my hands on the actual remote, well, going all the way back to 2015 was really easy. I’ve made out with myself at parties and then not gone back to do it again, just to mess with drunk guys’ heads. Nobody got hurt, except Dad from that chunk of metal I hurled at his skull, and that was nothing. Not once did the universe explode or rearrange itself horribly. The first step to that was awakening Dad’s power. There’s a fair bit of fate involved too, I think, but I try not to think too hard about it. Before you freak out, let me explain something about the universe: it’s a lot tougher than you think. The universe eats paradoxes for breakfast. It was easy to set up a really nasty car crash, and equally easy to snatch both drivers at the moment of impact and lay them on the road. It took him months the first time around, so that caught me by surprise. I wasn’t counting on her finding out about the timebending right away, and even less so her later stealing the remote, but things seemed to be on track. I helped Sarah along the path of infidelity, making her start cheating on Dad long before the bitterness inside her could really ramp up. I figured that with them together and Dad able to cover up any "indiscretions" in a literal instant, the whole Sarah thing would resolve itself, so I went back home. I gave myself completed homework before I even did it so I could save time to go out and have fun. The thing about timebending is that it takes practice. Mom hooked up with him pretty much the same time she was supposed to, maybe a little sooner. Anyway, in the new timeline, Dad found the remote, figured out how it worked, and learned to go without it in a really short time. Or at least, I tried to. My head probably would have exploded if I’d jumped straight home. It’s like any muscle; you have to push your limits to build it. Going forward years down an altered timeline, well, let’s just say I’m glad I don’t age while time is stopped. It’s probably for the best; the further forward I went past my own birth, the more new memories I found I had. Dad didn’t have to pay alimony anymore, since Mom had managed to get a lot of proof of her cheating on Dad, but when it comes to things like statutory rape and incest, sadly men are guilty until proven innocent. Things had changed, but not much for the better. So I was always the daughter of the guy who "probably raped his daughter as soon as she grew tits. Which Is pretty okay, I guess, because it basically cheats me into a do-over on my twenties… except that the reason it sucked that hard was that Mom and Dad ended up getting so frustrated with the situation that they just didn’t seem like they were in love anymore. I felt like I’d killed a baby or something. The remote is like a weight-assist or a smith machine; it makes the heavy lifting easier and keeps your form solid, but it kills your gains. Sarah was still hounding us, usually by proxy but she was always there. The universe is sturdy. Again, I don’t care that the other me could never go back. Anyway, I got back to Mom and Dad’s time a day early. I had to guess at exactly when to go, but before I went I stole the remote from myself, so it wasn’t too difficult to get back there. It sucked enough that I decided to fix it way earlier in life than I originally remembered, at 21 instead of 29. It’ll survive my meddling, and the Carol I stole this remote from will never have existed. I checked in on Dad, but he was busy with Mom; they were in her room, going at it like they were angry at each other. It was pretty hot, but I felt a little weird watching them. Nice folks, but Saul wasn’t able to knock up his wife, so Dad had taken it on himself to get the job done. I remembered Mom telling me about the neighbors, Saul and Natalia. So I snuck out of there and went next door. I always felt a little bad for Saul. Saul and Nat were watching TV together when I walked into their time-frozen house. Or rather, He was watching the TV from the couch, and she was reading a book across the living room in a recliner. Instead I pulled Saul’s pants down and started sucking his dick. Not because of the cuckolding, but because it’s not fair that Natalia got fucked into intense orgasms so many times while he just got literally shoved in the corner. Instead I did it a bit at a time, fastforwarding my life and checking in on key events. Saul wasn’t huge or anything, and he was uncut, which is aesthetically weird, but he was clean enough that it didn’t really matter. I didn’t waste any time stressing about their relationship. Not hard, of course, and not for long. Disgraceful, really; if she wanted a kid she should have been riding him like a cheap pony. It wasn’t hard, not yet, but as with everything in between moments it stayed standing when I moved it into position. I was able to take the whole thing easily, so that’s what I did, holding him in my mouth and running my tongue around his skin, swallowing to pull at him. I found a hiding place behind an open door and started time. Saul was closer to the former; he tensed up all of a sudden with a sort of look of shock, then adjusted his pants and settled back onto the couch, glancing briefly at his wife before returning to his program. I’d rather have the ambiguity of a foreskin than the certainty of nasty ball-sweat anyday. Mom really wasn’t kidding when she said Saul was tough to get excited, but nonetheless when I froze them again he was clearly hard. I took his pants down again and stroked his cock, still wet from my mouth. I love watching the reactions people have when they’ve been timebent. Then I walked over to Natalia and lowered her book-holding arm. Then I put everything back, being careful to point him upward so he didn’t get a nasty folding surprise. They vary wildly, from deep blushing and fidgeting to all-out moaning orgasms. I wanted her to be looking right at me. I moaned to vibrate my tongue along his shaft, making my voice echo in the silence of the room along with the lewd sucking sounds. Saul once again tensed up at the feeling of what I’d done to him, then shivered and looked over at Natalia. But he still didn’t do anything about it! On my knees, I looked over at her as I once more sucked her husband’s cock into my mouth. Naturally, my next step was to escalate. I froze them once more and took Saul’s pants right off. He just adjusted his pants once more and went back to his lounging. Then I made Natalia look at me and just for fun lifted her shirt and bared her breasts. I bobbed my head up and down, showing her how she should be behaving on a quiet evening like this one. Fucking a timebent man is a unique experience. Of course, I gave him a show; for about a second and a half, he saw his wife completely naked. I chuckled at her as I straddled and mounted her husband, lifting my skirt and pulling my panties to one side. He’s completely still like a dildo, but you get the skin-on-skin heat and feeling just like regular sex. I rode Saul slow and hard, taking my time and grinding down in his lap. He was like a hot, fleshy rock inside me, and because he was only average-sized I was able to let my weight down without worrying about bruising my cervix or bending him funny or anything… anyway. I rode him faster and faster, letting my moans fill the room. I lifted my shirt and rubbed my breasts in his face, making sure the feeling and scent of warm, soft skin would stay with him, then pulled his face in between them while I came on him. I was able to really let myself enjoy it. I sat there like that for a while, panting, savoring the sensation of my pussy twitching and clenching at Saul’s still-hard cock, then I slowly climbed down off of him. Of course, I was left with a bit of a problem then. Which is sometimes quite a while. Then I went back to my hiding place behind the door and started things up again. I put Natalia’s tits back into her bra and pulled her shirt down again, then removed her slacks and stole the panties she was wearing. Saul was probably going to cum when he "woke up". Silk or polyester or whatever wouldn’t have worked as well. When I returned to my hiding place a final time and restarted time, Saul moaned out loud. I was in luck; they were black cotton. His legs shook, and I smiled. I’ve always been a natural problem solver. He was definitely cumming into his wife’s panties. And unlike my Dad, who leaves a loose displaced tunnel in his wake, my partner stays hard for as long as I want him to. I used the panties to clean my leavings off of Saul’s dick, then wrapped them around it, pulling up his pants and tucking his mummy-wrapped tool back into them. "Just a weird… feeling. I was about to follow, but the doorbell rang at that exact moment. " He got up to go to the bathroom and clean up. "Do you mind getting that? "That’ll be the Smiths," Saul said. Natalia looked over at him. " "Yeah," he said, looking a little flustered. " I left Saul to figure out on his own why he’d just blown into a pair of his wife’s panties, using another timestop to sneak into the entryway closet. Natalia greeted the Smiths at the door and invited them in. In this one, when he’d tried to force her to fuck him, Mom had used the remote to trick him into some unexpected incest. In my timeline, he’d tried to blackmail my mother about the relationship and probably been at fault for Sarah’s finding out about it. I avoided being seen but stayed close, listening to their conversation. "Jeremy is… well, he’s in a hospital. I hope it’s nothing serious. Smith said, "There was an incident…" "It’s a psych ward," Mrs. I tried to remember who the Smiths were, and then it hit me. "He’s a little mixed up right now and needs some help. " Natalia nodded. Smith said, hesitating. I’ve heard a lot of young people end up in bad shape emotionally. Please, come into the dining room. That kid who stalked my mother as a teen. I’ll get us something to drink. It’s tough to be his age. She wasn’t tall or strikingly pretty; in fact she was a little dumpy. Saul is just in the washroom. "So Jeremy couldn’t atk hairy galleries porn come along? Her husband, on the other hand… I think he was in construction or something, and it showed. Then again, I’m straight, so what do I know? Six-foot-three if he was an inch, and chiseled from granite, with a strong jaw and a hard-looking face. And a pretty big dick, too, because of course I checked. Ben Smith, according to his ID, because of course I checked. But I resisted the urge for the time being. Nothing wrong with her, but nothing to write home about. I was tempted to play with him right there in the entryway. Smith wasn’t all that interesting. My mother sometimes thinks that learning to timebend in puberty made me spoiled, sexually. Natalia brought out wine, whiskey, and a deck of cards, setting up at the dining table, and Ben and Mrs. It looked like it was Bridge Night or something. Basically until I got bored sitting in the living room listening to them. That was when I decided that Madame Vengeance should start having a little fun atk hairy pussy hot girls with Natalia. After a couple minutes of meaningless small-talk and carefully avoiding the subject of their son, Saul joined them, looking a little sheepish but none the worse for wear from his unusual discovery in his pants. An idea had occurred to me, and I needed him unspent for it. I felt like maybe before I changed my past I was a little more serious-minded. Natalia’s shirt had a low neck, because when you look like Natalia it’s considered a felony to wear a sweater. What it didn’t have anymore was a bra underneath. Was I always this mischievous? But I also felt that I had less fun. I’d hidden that in the laundry bin, since I’m a polite Avatar of Revenge. Natalia texted Saul’s cellphone under the table warning him to avoid asking about the Smiths’ son, and the evening went otherwise smoothly for a while. Smith - Angie - got settled in. If you time it right, when a girl is moving, you can lift or squeeze her breasts and then restart time and they will bounce out into their natural position. That was me, of course. It helped that each time I did it, I sucked Ben’s dick for a second, too. I only steal underwear if it’s cute and in my size. She was a little withdrawn; she had probably taken the surprise incest harder than her son had. It’s subtle, and at most she’ll feel some shifting of nipple on fabric that might clue her in to her lack of bra, but to the male eye it’s practically a black hole. It only took a couple times seeing her tits mysteriously bounce for Ben to notice, too. A girl should always be thorough in her work. I felt bad for her, but Jeremy’s punishment had been perfect, so oh well. Maybe I’d find her later, give her a thrill or something. This was likely her first social call since, based on the way the kept her arms around herself and only spoke when addressed directly. Ben’s eyes were looking straight down Nat’s shirt. "Ben, can I get you a refill? So when Natalia’s left breast "mysteriously" tumbled free of her top, his heart must have skipped a beat. "I guess I’ve drank enough," she said, eliciting a round of friendly laughter from the room. It really is amazing what a little charisma can do, sometimes. Saul was clueless, of course, talking about some financial crap that bored me terribly, and Angie didn’t seem to notice either. Nat gasped in surprise at the "accident" I’d arranged and covered herself quickly, apologizing to her guests. " Natalia asked, leaning over and reaching for his glass. He couldn’t help it; I’d got him so hard he’d tucked his boner down his pant leg. I pinched her nipples, rubbed her clit, even slid my fingers inside her with little more than a gasp and a squirm. She detoured up to her bedroom to get a new one, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on her face as she stared (frozen of course) at her reflection in her bedroom mirror. Natalia proved to be pretty good at hiding her arousal, as I started teasing her between moments. Naturally, I took the bra back off her again as soon as she returned to the table. It made sense, since my Dad had been teasing her like this for weeks now to keep her excited on the evenings when he came by to breed her. At last, after more teasing than any one person ought to endure, I set my plan in motion. Of course, Natalia realized her bralessness at that point, so when she left to get more drinks I put hd hairy porn pics the bra back on her. Ben I kept "warm" with my lips and tongue. I spent some time posing and playing with them both, taking some pictures for my personal collection and at the same time sliding Ben out of and back into Natalia’s slit over and over. And it truly was glorious. Still, between the teasing and a perfectly timed moment when Ben was standing in profile and I was able to flash his cock at her, I soon had Natalia dripping into her non-existent panties. Eventually I laid him down and made her straddle him; it was the easiest way to get enough mobility that I could hold her hips and pump her up and down on him. First, I got Ben and Nat stripped right down in all their genetically superior glory. Just for fun, I moved Ben up to his feet and bent over in front of him, gripping the table like I’d made Natalia do before, and pushed back against him. He was a giant compared to Saul, but I was wet and ready for him, and had no trouble wedging his dick inside myself. "Fuck yes," I moaned, "Right there…" I screamed when I came. I found I was getting hot and bothered making these two gorgeous people go at it, so I set Natalia aside for a while and rode Ben myself. I actually heard the splash of my juices against his hips and thighs, and when I finally settled down and pulled off him I could see the proof of my presence glistening on his skin. I lifted Natalia up on the table, hanging her legs over the edge, then slid Ben back into her pussy and wrapped her legs around his waist. I made her grip the edge of the table, braced him on one hand and put his other hand on her breast. Even more so when I bent Natalia over the table and slid Ben’s big thick cock into her pussy from behind. " They both cried out, instinctively bucking into each other in sudden ecstasy and confusion. Then I started filming video and pulled them both out of time with me. I watched as Natalia splashed ben’s already-wet skin with her own lust, and Ben drove down hard into her, legs and glutes tensing; I could tell that he was cumming inside her, and hard. Natalia gasped in shock. Ben whispered "Oh my God. The next moment, as far as they knew, they were both sitting back at the table, fully dressed and with not a hair out of place. They both came down from the high after a few seconds and simultaneously seemed to realize what was happening. Once more my moans filled up the silent dining room as the three others looked blindly on. I love being loud, and nobody will hear me anyway. submitted by jcr_nsfw [link] [comment] There was just one thing left to do. It may have helped that I left Ben’s dick dripping wet and Natalia’s pussy oozing cum. But as I watched, they looked across the table at one another… they knew. Natalia even had all her underwear on.