#and Val just- **loves** to kiss and lick and nibbles there

[pinkyjulien]

Valentin & Mitch | 579/?? 💋🧡

[d34dlysinner]

Valefor x reader

I am clearing my drafts so. Instead of deleting this I'll post it. Will probably post more drafts or fics I wrote soon.

A short drabble of Valefor and MC facesitting. Will probably make this a proper fic later on since I liked this idea-

KINDA SMUT SO, Minors DNI

Hope you enjoy!

~AFAB, GN MC~

Valefor was in shock when you asked to try something new out. It was very lewd, yes. But he honestly loved that you felt comfortable enough to have him eat you out while you sit on his face.

The only problem is… He never showed his scar. The reason why he was wearing this mask.

He didn't want to creep you out or make you feel guilty since he heard from others that human morals and beauty standards are 'stricter' than demons.

"… I would love to, but…", he started as he started to think of what you'd say when you saw the scar.

His hand went up to his mask as a reflex. You understood that he was somewhat insecure of whatever happened to his face. and maybe he wanted to take his time getting comfortable with you.

"We don't have to do it no-", you started but were cut off by the tall man.

"I would love to, but will you promise to not hate me when you see the scar?", he asked.

The question was so absurd that you had to rethink about what he said.

"Hate?… Val… I could never hate you.", you said as you were bewildered by his choice of words. 'Hate'… A guy like him? You could never hate him.

"What made you think that I would?", you asked.

"I just heard that humans have less tolerance to certain things and just… That they wouldn't like seeing or showing these things?", he responded.

You didn't understand how a loud, happy and handsome guy like him could ever say something like that to you.

"Val… I wouldn't hate you or turn away from you. No matter how bad it is.", you said.

Those words were all he needed to return to his happy state.

"If that's true then- Yes! I would like to try that with you!", he said loudly.

He didn't waste any time dragging you to his chambers as he took off the top of his clothes and hesitantly took of his mask.

The scar was serious, but it didn't mean that you'd refuse him.

"You're handsome.", you said as you gave him a deep kiss. He gladly returned the kiss. Pulling you against him while helping you strip down.

Valefor felt lighter. Not because he discarded the armor he always wears, but because you didn't even flinch when he first showed you his full face. He was totally smitten when it came to you and you could notice it. He seemed so soft, happy and at the same time very needy at that moment.

He slowly pulled away from you to lie down.

"Ready?", he asked as he held you by your wrists. Tugging very lightly to ask if you want to start it now.

He waited while you moved up and lined your most intimate place with his face. He gave you a reassuring smile when you looked down.

He lightly blows air, making you shiver, before he made a long path of saliva over your thigh to your pussy. Stopping at your clit to lightly suck on it and soon after release it.

He adored the tiny sounds you made and how shy you seemed at that exact moment. He used his strength to pull you down before he started his onslaught of licking, sucking and nibbling.

He grunted as he felt his length grow and press against his trousers. That moment he thought that he needs to prepare you well before having you take his length.

His eyes closed as he continued eating you out. He enjoyed your taste just as much as he enjoyed the small sounds you made. He watched how you started to sweat with excitement. You were all he wanted to focus on at that moment.

[cheswirls]

sa vals thing

the first thing ace hears when he enters the house is sabo groaning in frustration. he leaves the kitchen to investigate, sliding car keys onto the counter and his jacket off of his shoulders.

sabo looks up at him as his head pops through the doorway, which is ace's one clue that he'd heard him come in earlier. "my pen pressure died!" he whines loudly, limply holding up his hand with the tablet pen loose in his grasp.

ace doesn't know what he's working on, but it doesn't matter. the sun has long since set, and it's pretty late. whether for work or for fun, it was time for sabo to call it a day.

he moves just far enough into the room to lean casually against the entrance, arms crossed over his chest. "that's the universe telling you to spend time with me instead," he quips.

sabo's eyebrows pinch. okay, not as quirky as he thought. better recover.

"will you save your file and close out if i give you a gift?"

sabo rolls his lips and hums for longer than is considered normal. he looks back to his tablet, then his pen, then glances at ace out of the corner of his eye.

"okay," he finally decides, complying with ace's request. "but only because it's valentine's and i've been waiting for you for so long now."

ah, yes. one of the many cons of sabo working from home for the time being: ace is always the one leaving, and when neither of them have any extra responsibilities to tend to outside the house, ace tends to be the one running late. like now.

he holds back a sigh and fixes his mouth so he's smiling. while sabo tidies up his temporary workspace, ace reaches into his jacket and digs out a small, plastic, heart-shaped box. "let me make it up to you then," he murmurs.

it's just loud enough for sabo to hear, because his expression softens too, and when he finally turns his full attention to ace, arms outstretched to accept the box, his eyes are so full of light and love that ace almost finds himself drowning in it.

"you really bought me chocolate?"

ace shrugs, tilting his head away, but sabo has full view of the blush creeping up his neck. he hums, still smiling, and flips the box over in his hands. it's only a three-piece set, but he knows from experience it had to be around ten bucks, so the gesture is extremely telling.

"no flavors," he mumbles, scanning the plain backside of the heart-shaped box. ace moves closer, leaning over his seat.

"that a problem?"

he shrugs. "i dunno. sometimes these assorted ones are weird." he shifts over and pats the empty space beside him. ace joins him without further prodding, curiosity getting the better of him.

sabo pops the lid off to set it on the arm of the couch, then rests the box between his crossed legs so he can take a chocolate in both hands and break it apart. "you like coconut?" he asks, showing the fluffy center to ace.

ace shrugs, so sabo bends forward to pop half into his mouth, nibbling on his own portion. ace's lips close just barely over the tip of sabo's finger, and sabo's eyes roll when his tongue sticks out to lick at it.

the next one he breaks is pink, and he's more careful when handling this one. "strawberry," he says, when ace makes a face at the odd motions. understanding dawns after that, and he takes it from sabo's waiting fingers.

"damn, that sucks." ace sighs around the chocolate. "if i had known–"

"and what would be the fun in that?" sabo points out. he breaks the third one and grins, the smell of toffee now strong in the air. "this one's mine," he announces, shoving one side into his mouth to savor it.

from his other side, ace frowns, watching him with envy. sabo glances over and rolls his shoulders back, holds the last piece a little tighter.

"what? we both got an even amount," he argues.

ace rolls his eyes. his expression doesn't change, though, so sabo pops the last bit into his mouth.

"that's not it," ace mutters, sighing. sabo's brows furrow in confusion. ace sighs again, rubbing at his forehead. "i really want to kiss you right now," he admits.

"oh." well that made sense, suddenly. "please don't," he adds, putting his hands up.

ace rolls his eyes again.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Heya congrats for 300 followers Val 🥰 I gotta say i love your writings ever since ages ! If it's not a hassle may i request a romance reading using Queen of the Moon Oracle deck with Doflamingo ? Thank you and hope you have a good day

Hello Anon!!! Awww thank you! We are actually 800+ now!!! ☺️🥰 Yes I can do this for you!!!! So the cards that popped out were Change and Release : Remove yourself from certain things in your life. Any emotions you are holding in let them go. Bottling up emotions are not go for you and for your soul. This can draw negative energies to you. This also can physically be draining as well to you.. let go of whatever is holding you back. I hope you enjoy babe!

Doflamingo x GN Reader: Pleasure Your King N/SFW

Warning: Slight devil fruit play, penetration, suggestive language

“This world is already corrupted...I've seen many things happen since being on this planet. Let me tell ya it’s one hell of a ride ______.” The strings bounded your wrist and your head. “Trust me as long as you are by my side I will show you how it’s done, how to get on top and stay on top.” His hand tilted your chin up at him even though you couldn’t see his eyes you felt they were gazing intensely at you through his shades. “Your king would like to play with you a little first.”

“W-what are you going to do?”  there was a bit of hesitation in your voice, a lump in the back of your throat began to form. Feeling a bit anxious about what he had in store for you.

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You were on his lap, Doffy had your legs spread apart. Your back was pressed against his chest. He grasped onto the back of your thighs as you were sliding up and down his cock each time pushing down you would hear the skin clap against one another. You were holding back your moans. Doffy was a little displeased as he couldn’t hear you moans. “The king would like to hear that sweet voice as you bounce up and down my cock.” Feeling the thrusting motion coming from Doffy made you yelp. “Ahhhh~~mmmmmmmm~” your voice lingered. “Doffy you can be so cruel at times.” you were panting your body slightly glistened with sweat. “What’s the fun if I dont get to hear you moan in pleasure? Do I have to tie you up again so  could just hear you moan properly ?” he said in a tantalizing voice. You shook your head knowing he could do way more to you as you were bound up by his devil fruit powers. “Then let me hear it . Let's see if you can hit that high note I love so much.” Doffy grabbed you by the waist slamming you down against his cock. “SON OF A … OH FUCK!” You scream loud. Feeling his cock being forced deeper inside of you was something that was pleasurable after the first few painful thrust. The moans coming from your mouth couldn’t be controlled, each moan that came from you excited him more and more. “You like handling me like a ragdoll.” panting as each word was coming from your mouth.  Your head turned to get a look at him and see his wide grin. His hand grasp your cheeks as he roughly placed a sloppy kiss. Before your lips parted he nibbled on your bottom lip as he still held onto your cheeks. You could see your reflection through his glasses your hair was a complete mess.

“You like it _______, Deep down you may protest and whine but I see the pleasurable look in your eyes as my cock drives deeper into you. You can’t help but show that side of you… You’re not so innocent as I thought you were in the beginning.” Doffy licked your bottom lip. “When we are done fucking you will need to clean my cock lovely mouth of yours.”

Tagging:@undercoverweeeb @fireflykaizoku @kristaline2dmensimp @doffyholic @dressroba

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Blurred Lines | E.D.

Summary: Smoking weed with Ethan for the first time turns into snacking, cuddling and making out.

Warnings: Smut, Drug use, fluff I guess

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Ethan and you have been planning this evening out for weeks now, not sure where to buy the things you’ll need, being paranoid about the cops and getting into jail. You’ve had some friends that smoke weed on a regular basis, but you’ve never tried it. Damn, Ethan didn’t even like to drink alcohol, how could someone conclude that he was ready to try some weed now? Both of you were stressed out lately, started arguing over stupid shit, not being handle themselves. They might think that all you need is a good fuck, but well, that’s what you were doing every single night. You’ve had the best sex of your lives, basically trying out everything without kink-shaming the others interests. Grayson himself loves a nice blunt here and there – it was the only thing that could calm him down while having anxiety attacks-, so he offered his brother to get some more when he meets his dealer the next time, maybe even hitting the bong with you.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? It isn’t illegal for no reason. Oh god, has someone ever died from an overdose? Of course people need to smoke that shit if they’re so nervous about doing it, they need something to calm down after the panic. How do we even do this, have you ever rolled a blunt? And shall we smoke a blunt or a joint? Grayson said we could use his bong as well, but isn’t it stronger this way? Y/N, I think we should- ““I think you should shut up, babe. Don’t worry too much, you can’t die from just smoking one or two blunts. Look at Gray, he’s still alive and some days all he does is sitting in his room smoking weed. We’ll be fine, but if you don’t want to do this, we don’t need to, you know that right?” You try to calm your boyfriend down, not wanting to pressure him into something. E just nods, smiling shyly. “I just don’t want to risk anything, but you’re right, nothing could happen. Should we prepare some food in case we’ll get hungry?” You jump up, running into the kitchen and pull premade cookie dough out of the fridge while grinning at Ethan. “Duh. I’m making those, you’ll call the pizza delivery! I want pineapple and sweet corn, maybe some Sprite with it as well. And don’t forget- “”The Ranch dressing, I know, princess. Gimme a sec.”

“Hey guys, I’m back”, Grayson enters the door, already smelling freshly baked cookies and Pizza while stepping out of his shoes. “Damn, I’m smoking with you all the time if you’re coming this prepared.” You just shrug your shoulders. “Didn’t know what I would be in the mood for and this guy”, you point down to your stomach, “Is hungry for everything.” Ethan laughs while letting him fall right next to his girl, putting on ‘Mulan’ on the screen. He knows it’s your favorite and he learned to love it too.

“How are we going to do this, Gray?” “I already bought premade blunts, it’s easier”, he holds them up, so you could see them. “Ready, folks?” Grayson sits right next to you, placing one of the blunts between his lips and lighten it before taking a deep breath. He exhales with closed eyes before handing it over to you, who repeats the process. Ethan is the last one, still a bit nervous but curious. He didn’t like the taste, the irritation in his throat and the coughing afterwards which made him drink a whole cup of Sprite. But it gets easier each time he hits the blunt, soon the second one is all smoked up as well and Grayson went back to his room to play some Fortnite. Ethan and you were just looking at each other, grinning, and enjoying some of your pizza while finishing the movie, not feeling high at all.

“Shall we go to our room? We can watch some YouTube in bed, the couch isn’t as comfy.” You nod, grabbing the cookies and Sprite before going upstairs, sliding directly into your bed. “What do you want to watch? Shane?” Of course, you watched Shane, your favorite YouTuber. Conspiracy after conspiracy, Ethan just shakes his head. “Don’t get it. How’s he so smart?” Then he starts laughing. “Oh well, he just googles the stuff, I guess. But where does the idea to google it come from? He must be smart. I’m not that smart, but that’s okay, right?” He looks over at you which is totally lost in the video. “Mhm, yes, smart”, while munching some cookies. “Dude, these are so fucking good, they taste like a chocolate explosion in my mouth. Try one!” “Oh fuck, you’re right”, he speaks with a mouth full of cookies. “They’ve never been this good, I swear, if everything tastes like this if you’re stoned, I want to smoke every day.” He looks over to his girlfriend, chocolate spread around your mouth, the hair falling out of your messy bun, wearing nothing but E’s old football tee. “God, you’re so beautiful, princess”, wrapping his arms around you, Ethan can’t stop admiring you. “Your skin is so soft, even though your legs aren’t shaved, how do you do this? HOW?” You just laugh it off, placing one hand on Ethan’s cheek. “Thank you, baby. But you’re beautiful too. People may call you hot or handsome, but you’re truly beautiful, inside and outside. I love you, Ethan.” “I love you too, Val.” Your lips met in a soft, lovely kiss, different to your normal making outs. Usually, the couple would fight over dominance, this time there wasn’t any dominance at all, just sweet love.

You kissed for what seems like hours, exploring your bodies and showing love to each other. You were on top of Ethan, kissing his jawline, pressing sweet little kisses onto his Adam’s apple down to his rising chest. “You smell so good, E. Like cookies, sugar and yourself.”, You mutter as you softly lick over his lightly sweaty chest. Ethan couldn’t hide that quiet moan that leaves his skin as soon as your tongue reached out for his nipple.

Your lips wander down his toned chest and the slightly hairy trail down to his boxers, leaving a few love bites here and there – the lovely making out session quickly turning into what you usually do. “Baby, no teasing, please.” Ethan grabs a fistful of your hair, while looking down into your sparkling, yet red and hooded eyes. Just as you bite the skin beneath his belly button, he throws his head back with a deep growl. “I feel like I’m in the sky, babe.”

You just laugh while making your way downwards, licking and kissing his thick thighs, lightly scratching the skin with her nails. “I love your thighs, E.” “And I love your wet little pussy on them, Y/N. But first of all, I want this pretty mouth of yours”, you know how much Ethan loves blowjobs, he seems to enjoy them as much as sex and you enjoy them too – having all this power over Ethan, making him squirm and shiver under your touch while hearing him moan your name is what makes you so needy for his cock. But as much as you likes him in your mouth, you’re such a sucker for teasing, slowly bringing his blood to a boil while Ethan gets almost angry at you. Just as you begins to kitten lick his shaft while slowly massaging his balls, he grabs your cheeks and makes you look at him. “What did I tell you, Y/N? No. Fucking. Teasing”, with that, he shoves you back down right onto his dick, listening to your gagging sounds while grinning. “That’s my girl, c’mon”, he lays back down but keeps looking at you swallowing his penis like a goddess. His groans turn into moans, sweat drips down his forehead and he feels like all his muscles were getting sore from tensing them. You look up to him here and there, but keep focused on what’s in your mouth, trying to reach every inch of skin, tasting whatever he was giving you. “’m close, princess. Now gimme a taste of your pretty little flower down there”, Ethan rolls both of you, giving the love of his live a quick peck before laying between your legs, not hesitating in diving right in. He kisses your folds, nibbling on the sensitive skin and uses his long fingers to collect your juices before sucking the sweetness off them. Your fingers run through his soft hair, grabbing a few locks to tug on. Yet another growl leaves his throat before he softly bites into the most sensitive spot. His name leaves your lips more than once, while he keeps teasing you here and there, not really trying to build up an orgasm, more like giving you as much please as possible without you being worn out afterwards. “E, please. Let me cum”, you keep pressing your pussy onto his face, wanting more than what he was currently giving you. “Let me come or start fucking me, but you can’t keep doing this with me, please”, you whine, trying to get anything from him. “You wanna cum, babe? C’mon, use me. Make yourself come. Grind down onto my face, beautiful. I know how much you love that”, he holds out his tongue, nuzzles his nose into you and lets you do whatever you desire. “My god, E, you’re killing me”, you grab another fistful of his silky hair, just to press him right into your folds, almost slamming onto his pretty face, spreading your juices all over him – what a joy to kiss him later – as you feel the orgasm build up. “Yes, E. Keep your tongue there, babe.” You close your eyes, practically seeing stars dancing around, while bringing yourself to an end just as Ethan inserts two of his fingers into you.

You glare down at him, wanting to punch the smirk off his face. “That was rude, E. I hope you’ll fuck me good. Otherwise I’ll have Gray to do so”, you flip over, kneeling on all fours in front of him, slowly wiggling your ass. “C’mon, E. Show me what you’ve got.” Ethan didn’t know what to say at this point, he was getting kinda angry, but you being so commanding was a huge turn on. The weed in his system makes him think way slower, he didn’t want it to be over yet, he wanted to fuck you long and good, trying out every position and place he could. Otherwise, his dick was throbbing, and he knew he couldn’t handle it much longer, not with the view of this perfectly round ass in front of his face. He gives them a quick slap, watching the cheeks jiggle in front of him before directly pushing into you. “Never even think about Grayson while you’re in bed with me, Y/N. You know that. There’s no comparison between us when it comes to sex”, his thrusts get deeper and faster, his entire body was on fire, he was light headed and as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt everything to much more intense.

You on the other hand were about to come again the second he entered you. He was pounding into you without mercy, sending you straight to cloud 9. You couldn’t think about anything else besides his large hands on your hips, his thick cock entering you again and again and his growls next to your ear, making you wish the moment could last forever. You felt the infamous knot in your stomach before grabbing one of his hands for support. “Let go, angel. I’ll be there soon”, he coos in your ear while speeding up. “Fuck, E!”, you let out a high-pitched moan before almost collapsing in his touch. Ethan releases right after you, pressing feather-like kisses onto you back, while massaging the tender skin. “I think we should get high more often, Y/N.” His angel laughs, before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “But first, we need more cookies.”

[herald-divine-hell]

A Flutter of Amber

Request:  ooohhh ~ can we see a jealous leliana and an oblivious trevelyan at the grand game? one where Josie is trying to calm Leli down, and ftrevelyan is completely oblivious to every orlaisian noble trying to get with her??? o.O :D

A/N: I don’t think this is one of my best, but I hope you still enjoyed it! You can tell me if it’s shit. I’ll try not to be too offended! Lmao. 

The chattering of fluttered flames sing soft and low upon a string that twirls about the ballroom, mingling with music rending a gentle caress overhead. Glassy shafts of silver-white light tilted through the windows and washed over the marble floor. A haze of orange-gold mixed with lengthened shadows. Leliana could see little behind the rustling fabric of black and silver silk. Masks adorned with animal motifs seemed to have emerged as the new craze of Val Royeaux. They mixed and twirled and blended together in rippling waves of gleaming shadow and glittering light.

And Trevelyan was a lonely drifting wood in a clamoring, hungry sea. 

She stood apart from the rest, almost encased in sun-kissed light. Chestnut brown waves tumble long and soft in a shadowy veil, framing her heart-shaped, pale face. Soft, ripe lips smiled wide and freely - too freely, if you asked Leliana. Splatter of brown stars covered nose, cheeks, and forehead, a thousand constellation upon a white, creamy sky. A flush of pink shone upon her cheeks, a hint of an excessive amount of drinking. 

Nobles flocked like croaking birds, clamoring and laughing in voices pitched and shrill. Some grazes fingertips over black silk sleeves. Some lingered far too long for Leliana’s liking, cuffing fabric and staring with mouths softly parted. Her mouth twisted into a grimace, and she brought her silver goblet to her lips, sipping. The wine was sweet, but hinted at a bitterness that left her blood boiling. They gaze with hunger. Hunger for power - and any taste they could feast upon - for the ability to claim to have bedded Andraste’s Chosen. 

In the corner of Leliana’s eye, Josephine shifted, cleared her throat, and sipped long from her own goblet inlaid with gold. The Antivan placed the cup upon a rounded table seated on curved wooden legs, licking her lips to wipe away an remnant of wine. “She can handle herself, Leliana,” said Josephine, a soft smile spreading across her lips.

“I know that, Josie.” Leliana’s lips thinned. “Or rather, my mind says so.” My heart on the other hand...Trevelyan was sweet - captivating even. Always glimmering in her eyes were a desire to find something worthy, even amongst old enemies. Leliana would not had spared Alexius if she had been through what the Inquisitor had seen. Maker, she’s far too sweet for this. Perhaps even bordering on nativity, a voice whispered cruelly in the back of Leliana’s mind. Not nativity. She’s not that.   

And yet, Leliana’s heart ached, and something hot boiled in her blood and hurled her stomach violently. Trevelyan laughed merrily; and she laughed freely. She seemed not bothered by any harm that might fall upon her. There were too many crowding around her like daunting wolves surrounding prey. The first one to bite would be the victor. 

It was smoldering in her suit. She felt restrained. Even when she shifted from one foot to the other, hidden knives pressing coolly against skin, she felt far too open. 

Lady Celise Marbon rested her hand upon Trevelyan’s sleeve, scuffling up the fabric of the sleeve, and laughing the loudest out of the rustling crowd. She leaned closer, pressing herself against Trevelyan’s arm. Leliana’s jaw tightened and she grind her teeth together. That’s it.

Resting her goblet next to Josephine’s, Leliana stepped forward. A hand grasped at her covered arm, and Leliana’s nerves jumped. She twisted her gaze to her friend. “Josephine...”

“Leliana, she can handle herself.” Black eyes smoldered like coal, filled with determination and resilience, but not unkind. “You think too little of her.”

Leliana tugged her arm away, but clasped her and Josephine’s hands together. She smiled, and a blanket of exhaustion tugged heavily behind her eyelids. The wine made her skin prickle with warmth, and her bones yearned and seemed to weigh heavy like iron chains. Do I? A sense of doubt filled her. She nibbled at her bottom lip. “Oh, Josie,” she said after a few moments. “It’s not that I think too little of her...I fear the wolves hunt on and roam lands unfamiliar to her. Allow me to go and guide her.”

Josephine sighed, and it seemed to have been the first time that Leliana noticed the purple-black bags that lingered beneath the olive tan of her skin. She closed her eyes, inhaled a sharp, deep breath, and then out softly, lips parted, smiling at the corners. “You are far too stubborn for you’re own good, Leliana.” Her black eyes were twinkling softly when she opened them. Untangling her hands, her dear friend clasped them together at her waist. Nudging forward with her chin, she said, “Go on. Nothing I would say stop you. Just don’t get into any trouble.”

The Spymsater grinned. “Now who’s thinking so little?”

Josephine’s laughter rang soft and sweet in the bustling, heated air.

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Leliana slipped and twirled on her heels to pass through the waving and shifting meadow of black silk and silver and golden trimming. The heavy scent of perfume hung over the orange-tinted air, like puffs of smoke that threatened to choke and leave one gasping for air. There was a soft tilt of sweat mangled with the perfume. There were indeed drawbacks to clustering the nobility of Orlais in a single ballroom. For once, she envied Dorian’s decision to remain in the gardens. 

The crowd seemed to slithered into a circle, and Leliana caught herself from nearly tripping over air. Trevelyan stood there, smiling politely and replying with a vigor and enthusiasm that made Leliana have the strong desire to kiss her. 

“Surely the rumors of you besting ten High Dragons is simply just rumors, Inquisitor,” said Lady Celise, laughing in that horrific shrill, like the scratching of steel on rock. She leaned in closer, staring with half-lidded, silvery-blue eyes. 

Trevelyan laughed, and then grimaced, as if a sudden weight pressed hard against her shoulders. “I wish it was so, my lady.” A flush nestled her cheeks, crimson bright.

Lady Celise’s shrill laughter grew louder. 

Leliana tucked her arms behind her, straighten her back, and smiled, ignoring the wraith that churned in her stomach. “Inquisitor?”

The voices soften, and Lady Celise and Trevelyan swiveled their gazes to where Leliana stood, smiling. Trevelyan’s blush grew thicker, sprawling downward to brighten her neck. “Leliana? Is there something wrong?”

“Yes, Lady Nightingale,” sniffed Celise, eyes narrowing hard and cold like a vale of ice, “is there something the matter?” Lady Celise’s bottom lip quivered as she nudged her chin a bit up.  

Leliana’s smile widened as her hands itched for the hilts of her daggers. “Oh, nothing to be concern over, my lady. Inquisition matters. Nothing to fret over, I assure.” She flickered her gaze back toward a gapping Trevelyan. “My lady, it will only be a few moments.”

Leliana never knew a human’s face could ever become as red as Trevelyan’s. “Uh-right! Please excuse me, Lady Celise. Everyone.” She nodded and hurried through the little pathway that formed with Leliana’s arrival. The Spymaster had to strangle the urge to grin, and followed in pace.

Shadows licked the sides of the walls as they entered a private, empty wing of the palace, silverly moonlight dancing upon the air like thread. Trevelyan turned on her heel, curls whipping, and the red flush still lingered. “Alright, what’s the matt-”

Leliana captured her lips with her own, pinning the Inquisitor against the marble wall. A moan escaped, muffled by Leliana’s lips. Arms wrapped around Trevelyan’s waist, tight and secure. She dragged her bottom lip with her teeth as she pulled away.

The blush returned, and Trevelyan’s breath came jagged and heavy, her eyes glazed with what seem to be bewilderment and desire. “I’m not complaining, I’m just confused.”

Leliana’s fingers unbutton her jacket with feverish hands, tearing off the slash of gold, and pulled the jacket to reveal hints of her pale neck. She bent and latched her mouth onto the pale column. “Stop talking.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Her breath was hitched. 

She kicked the Inquisitor’s legs open with her foot, pressing her knee between Trevelyan’s legs. Her hand wandered against the soft tunic beneath her suit jacket, grazing between the valley of her breasts, before skimming over her stomach with a feather-light touch. Her lover’s stomach trembled beneath her touch, and she gently slipped her fingers beneath her pant’s waistband. Trevelyan rose her hips when Leliana’s fingers softly ghosted over her slit. 

“W-we shouldn’t be doing this here, Leli.” She moaned as her voice uttered those words, head thrown back. “Someone could see us! What’s wrong?”

Maker, you’re far too adorable, ma amour. What have I done to deserve you? “Stop talking.” 

And to be extra sure, Leliana slipped a finger inside as her mouth latched onto the pale skin, a moan bubbling from her lover’s lips.

Let them know, my love. Especially Lady Celise.

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The Fight Part 2 (Kenna x Val)

Part 1 can be found here. This was going to be scrapped but Michael encouraged me to finish it - thanks friend and also thank you for pre-reading :D NSFW, meaning anyone under 18 should not read this. 

Word count: 1963

Tagging everyone who asked on the first one: @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @brightpinkpeppercorn @tornbetween2loves @crazypeanat @queerchoicesblog

As the Queens lay as one, all that was heard was the rhythmic sound of rain drops drumming against the window-panes. It became more and more insistent as thunder and lightning graced the unfathomed beat; it was as though the Gods were celebrating the passionate union that had just taken place. Each roar of thunder grew louder and wilder, a sound which encouraged the Queens to carry on. Val glided her left hand over Kenna’s full breast, gently squeezing her erect nipple while kissing and licking her lover’s neck. With each movement, Kenna’s heart began to beat harder and faster, the fire seemed to crackle louder; the missing pieces to the hypnotic yet natural procession that had graced their dalliance. There was something different in the air and Kenna wholeheartedly knew she was about to experience new heights of pure ecstasy; something she believed Val had already given her.

“Queen Kenna are you there?” a gentle voice spoke, followed by a contrasting thud at the door. Val quickly pounced on top of Kenna, silencing her with a heated kiss.

“Va….”

Again, the former mercenary feasted on her lover’s lips, gently biting on her lower lip while she whispered “Shhhh, we are not here”

“Nghh…but what if it’s important? I’m sure I heard Lia and she would not dare knock on our chamber door without reason”

“This better be good Kenna!” Val unwillingly released Kenna, so they could quickly cover themselves with a robe before opening the door.

“What do you want Lia? I can’t wait for the day when you and that Technocrat are behind closed doors” Val breathed through gritted teeth.

“VAL! I am so sorry Lia, my wife can be…brash”

“Oh…erm… Whitlock…no!” Lia’s pale skin immediately flushed, and the Queens could not help but let out a teasing giggle.

“Ahem, I’m sorry for the interruption but your guests are growing wary. Dom and Sei have stalled for as long as possible but I am scared they may eventually set the castle on fire”

“Gods!!! My love we forgot it was the 1 year celebration since The Five Kingdoms was reunited. Lia please apologise to our guests; Val and I will be there shortly”

With a huff, Val shut the door and stomped over to the window. Moments later, she felt the only true warmth known to her as Kenna encircled her arms around her wife.

“Val-“

“No Kenna…don’t try and tell me this is what we need to do as Queens! As Queens we should be able to do whatever the hells we want. This is exactly what I was talking about in the morning – we never get time to be just…US! Our lives are constant work with little time to enjoy”

Kenna placed a gentle kiss on her lover’s temple, she turned her around and lifted her chin to ensure their eyes met. “I understand your frustrations my love. There is nothing more in all the lands that I want more than to spend every waking moment in your arms, but our people need us. The sooner we go to the celebrations, the sooner we can be back here” Kenna steps even closer and nibbles on Val’s ear before whispering “To make it up to you, maybe I’ll let you do that…thing you’ve always wanted to do”

“Promise?”

“I promise my love” With a wink, Kenna sauntered away leaving her wife to stare on in disbelief as her imagination went wild.

—–

The grand hall had never looked so beautiful. Annelyse had taken the liberty to adorn the room in the finest gold and silks. People laughed and danced merrily, the smell of wine and ale was almost heavenly and as Kenna took a deep breath, she admired what her strength as a ruler achieved. The memories of her mother’s dreams and aspirations washed over her and the happiness she felt at this moment was overwhelming. Val knew her wife so well that she didn’t even have to ask what was wrong. She gently wiped the tear away whilst squeezing her hand, “She would be proud gorgeous. Now, let’s get this over with and do our queenly bidding so we can get to the good stuff”. Kenna jerked forward at the unexpected firm slap on her rear. A furious blush spread over her cheeks as her mind wondered but was quickly interrupted by a tap on her shoulder.

“Dom it’s so good to see you. I believe you nearly set Stormholt alight while I was…delayed”. The friends embraced and shared an unspoken understanding that they were ok, more than ok. “So, tell me, how have you and Sei coped with bringing the mountain people down? Is there anything I can do to help? Your correspondences have slowed my friend”

“Oh Kenna, it’s so good to see you too. But stop, this is a celebration, let’s talk business later and enjoy. The only thing I will say is that Sei and I have definitely…improved on our relationship and that’s why my letters have been delayed”

“It’s about time you and Sei got it together” Val staggered over, placing a strong arm around Dom. He fidgeted nervously as this was the first time she had been friendly since the unfortunate event.

Kenna let out a soft chuckle, “I’m sorry Dom, it looks like my wife has had too much ale and is drunk”

“I’m always drunk around you…drunk in the brain in my heart” Val placed a lingering kiss on her lips and continued “The noble folk are getting impatient, they are ready to hear from the most beautiful woman in The Five Kingdoms”.

“Thank you my love and I love you too. Dom, my apologies but I shall speak to you later”. Kenna walked to the centre of the room and it instantly grew quiet, every gaze fell lovingly upon her, eagerly waiting for their warrior queen to speak.

“My people, 1 year later and this kingdom flourishes more and more at each passing day. Together we took back our homes and united the kingdoms. As long as I am your Queen, peace will be a promise, joy will be a promise and our lands will be a force stronger than no other. So, eat, drink and dance the night away. Live as though this is your last night on earth”. The walls seem to shake as the applause and chants of undying loyalty filled the air.

As Kenna moved from noble to noble, she kept an eye out for Val, hoping to steal a glance but an hour had pass – no luck. Kenna began walking to the soldiers and as she was about to speak she was pulled behind a pillar. Val pressed her body against Kenna’s and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. She deepened the kiss and couldn’t help but tug at her lover’s clothing. The heat between them was incomparable, their desire built at every touch and kiss. “Mmm…Val we need to go now. I can’t wait, grab some wine and meet me in our chambers”.

——

Val’s eyes grew wide at the sight of her wife laying seductively in her chemise. She skilfully balanced both goblets of wine in one hand as she began unbuckling her armour, not once breaking eye contact with the beauty before her. Their gaze was intense in the silence, both Queens could already feel the heat between their legs growing. She placed the goblets down and to Kenna’s delight, she teased the rest of her clothing off ever so slowly with a slight sway of her hips. “My love…are you sure you want to try this?” In response, Kenna reached behind her to reveal handcuffs which she earlier borrowed from the dungeons. Val leapt and captured Kenna’s lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues worked in perfect sync as Val snaked an arm around her lover, she lifted her and moved up the bed until Kenna’s back was against the headboard. Without breaking the kiss, she took the handcuffs and expertly locked Kenna’s hands behind her back. She finished the kiss with a light tug at Kenna’s lower lip. Her hand slowly glided down her lover’s body, stopping to massage her breasts through the thin fabric. She moved lower and lower, but as she reached where Kenna wanted her most she ran one finger ever so lightly over her mound, still working over the chemise. This small touch had Kenna already trembling and straining against the metal that bound her. Val glanced at her wife to see that her eyes were already hooded as lust seem to pour out of her eyes.

“Mmmmm…please Val…please touch me more”

“Not yet my love. I-I-I…have something else for you”. She reached beneath their bed and revealed an Olisbokollikes.

Kenna’s eyes grew wide, “W-what are you going to do with that?”  Val didn’t respond, she tentatively got on all fours, turning so her rear was facing Kenna. “Gods…the best view in the castle” Kenna breathed. Val looked over her shoulder and with a wink she slapped her arse, leaving a red mark in its wake. She took the Olisbokollikes and started teasing her wet folds. Her moans grew louder and louder, the warrior Queen squirmed against the cuffs as her centre began to throb. All she wanted to do is break out of them and touch her wife, feel the warmth that was building. Val was missing Kenna’s touch, so she slowly backed up until her arse was grinding on her body. She grinded lower as she sat in her wife’s lap – still rubbing her wet folds. Kenna instantly buried her face in to her neck, kissing and biting, trying but failing to grind her hips up, earning more moans from the former mercenary as she reached round and pulled at Kenna’s hair. The throbbing was almost painful, and Kenna couldn’t take it anymore, “Please my love…I need you RIGHT NOW”. Val turned around so that she could straddle her, brushing her breast over her mouth. She kept a small distance, so Kenna could not find the relief she ached for. She tried to remove the chemise, but the cuffs were getting in the way. In her frustration, Val decided to rip the dress off, revealing her wife’s perfect body. “You are so beautiful my love”. In response, Kenna pushed her head forward and claimed Val’s lips as her own. Val couldn’t resist, she put her weight down and began grinding her hips against her lovers. Kenna’s head fell between Val’s breast as they both came undone at the same time, but Val wasn’t finished, she was ready to please Kenna for the rest of the night.

She reached for one of the goblets of wine, “Drink?”. Kenna was still catching her breath, so she nodded. Just as the wine touched Kenna’s lips, Val purposely let it spill down her body. “Oops…I’m so clumsy, let me clean that up”. She slowly licked down Kenna’s neck, once she reached her breast she took each peak into her mouth, sucking and massaging. She worked lower, licking the wine from her wife’s flat stomach, over her hips and lower. As she reached Kenna’s centre she grabbed her and lay her down, spilling more wine in to her centre. Kenna was shaking with anticipation, which was quickly soothed by Val’s mouth working passionately to bring her to climax. Her hips began to buck wildly as Val began to lick and suck on her sensitive nub, her fingers moving in an out until her lover was writhing beneath her. Screams and moans filled the room as Kenna arched her back in ecstasy.  

“OH MY GODS!!!! Val you are incredible. Please unbind me, I need to touch you”

10 minutes later and Kenna was still trembling and catching her breath…

[joiesomer]

who: somer, jeff ( @xjefferxx​ )

where: a resort hotel

when: jan 10

notes/triggers: nsfw, fun times after the question

Jeff was in a dream if you asked him in this moment. He was with the man that held his heart, they were in love and engaged. He was letting Somer sleep as he went to stand by the window with just a blanket over his shoulders. It was very pretty where they were staying. Turning back to the bed, he smiled like a fool to see Somer sleeping as he was.

Maybe Jeff thought Somer was sleeping. The redhead wasn't, though. His eyes were half-lidded, watching Jeff silhouetted by the windows. Nothing was more gorgeous, he thought, than his fiancé, nude, with the lights of the city behind him. Mostly the nude part.

Jeff tilted his head some. He couldn't tell if Somer was still sleeping but he didn't mind if he wasn't. The sheet did little to hide what was all his and the look of him was perfect. "You're perfect, you know? Like a work of art as you lie there."

Drowsily, Somer replied, "You're pretty perfect yourself. All tall and elegant."

Jeff blushed then. "Hmm, so you are awake." Walking back over, he kissed Somer's forehead then his lips as he laid back down with him. Fingers sliding over Somer's cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," Somer whispered. He shifted himself away a bit so he could keep looking at Jeff. He brushed his fingertips through the dark chest hair, enjoying just gentle touches.

Jeff giggled. "Hmm that tickles but I like it." Turning to just look at him more. It was like they were in their own universe as they laid in that bed. "I was thinking, when it gets warmer, I want to take you to our beach house ... "

"I love the beach." Somer looked pensive, and sighed a bit. "I miss going ... we used to go in the summer, but then when we got older we didn't go as much ... "

Jeff took his hand, kissing his knuckles softly. "Hmm well we'll start going then. We'll go a bunch in the summer time."

"Wh-when we get married -- gosh that sounds so weird! -- can it be in the warm?"

Jeff grinned. "It sounds weird and amazing ... yes, of course. We can get married in California or Hawaii, wherever you want, my gingerbread."

"I was thinking season actually." Somer took his hand back so he could keep brushing his hands over Jeff's chest.

"So we get married in the summer?" Jeff smiling as he shivered under Somer's light touch to his skin.

The redhead laughed softly, fingertip drawing down along Jeff's breastbone. "Maybe spring. Just not now in the cold and the snow and the wind."

Jeff giggled. "Spring works too, but I won't lie, listing seasons and all I can think about is you and your brother and your cousins." Resting his forehead to Somer's, his arms wrapped his waist and rolled to have his fiancé lay on him. "There now you can touch and I can hold you."

"Should I have said months instead?" Somer leaned down to kiss Jeff's nose.

Jeff wiggled his nose. "Might be easier, yeah. But I won't lie, I'd love to get married in you ... I mean during summer." He winked. It was a bad joke but he felt the need to make it.

"Jeff!" Somer objected, laughing. "That was awful." He poked his fiancé in the side.

Jeff laughed. "Hey no tickling, meanie." He still laughed then, kissing him soundly on the lips.

"If you are going to commit violence against the English language you will get tickled."

"Yes, mister author." Jeff chuckled, kissing his chin then. "You know what could be a good book? A book about us, our love story."

Somer thought about that. "You think so? It's not very dramatic, really. It's just me being awful to myself. It's not like, oh, Val and Kat. Theirs is a romantic story."

"Hmm I think it's good because it's true. I mean, yeah Val and Kat, their story is something else. It's got a lot of past to it but ours is one of innocence turned into like than love." Jeff running his fingers through Somer's hair then.

The redhead laughed softly. "Innocence? You say that like I've forgotten what our first kiss was like. There wasn't anything about that that was innocent."

"Our first kiss was innocent and amazing. We kissed under a tree and under the stars ... " Jeff wiggling his brow to him. "it was sweet."

"Sweet, yes." Somer smirked at Jeff. "It was not innocent."

"How was it not innocent?" Jeff giving him a confused look as he kissed his nose.

"I seem to remember there being some tongue involved. And being pinned against said tree," Somer said slyly.

"Tongue doesn't mean it wasn't innocent. It was still, we just kissed and made out some. I didn't do that, maybe you pinned me." Jeff smirking as he was now just playing with the other boy.

"I didn't say who was pinned." Somer poked Jeff in the side, smiling. "It was not innocent."

"You gonna fight me on, Rainling?" Jeff chuckled, catching his hand and pulling him close to steal a teasing kiss from his lips.

Somer kissed back, then whispered, "Thought I was."

"Hmm bring it," he whispered back, kissing him again. They were in their little love bubble and Jeff didn't plan to leave it until they had to.

The redhead deliberately squirmed, rubbing himself on Jeff. Softly, with a wicked light in his eyes, he whispered, "No part of you has been innocent regarding me since you told me you didn't bite. Especially not the part I can feel now."

Jeff moaned softly. "Hmm you wanted me the moment we first spoke ... well actually for longer then that, but you know, you pinning me to the tree, I could feel things I just hand to touch." His hand skating down to stroke Somer for a moment.

"Nono," Somer scolded gently, shifting his hips away. "See? Not innocent.

"You're my fiancé now ... I'm allowed to touch." Pulling him back in close, rolling his body against Somer's as he kissed his neck. "You ruined me," he whispered.

Somer scoffed, and again, but melted down against Jeff anyway. "How -- mmmm -- how did I do that?"

"Because you made me think I can have the world and I can because of you. You made me sappy and lovestruck more than ever." He was teasing as he moved back up to kiss his lips.

Between kisses, Somer mumbled, "You've always been sappy. S'bastian said ... do that again, please ..."

"Sebastian is full of it." Jeff doing what he had done before again, this time, sucking along the way to his lips.

"Like a bro-- oooh, fuck, blondie ... " Somer writhed, sliding sideways.

Jeff hummed some. "Shh this is seduction time," he whispered, licking his neck. "Hmm taste as sweet as summer."

"Jeff -- Jeff please -- "

Jeff pulled back, caressing his cheek. "How do you want me, my love?"

Somer licked his lips, looking down into those beloved dark eyes. "Seduce me again," he breathed.

Jeff grinned, rolling Somer onto his back. He started at his jaw, pinning Somer's hands over his head on the bed. Working his lips down his jaw, he started on his neck, nipping and sucking.

Somer gave a low, blissful moan. "Blondie," he breathed. "what you do to me ... " He swore he could feel his blood headed south.

"You do it to me too." Jeff whispered there, kissing down his neck and along his collarbone.

"Not on -- on purpose." Somer moaned again, fingers flexing.

"Hmm so on purpose ... some times." Licking over his nipple and kissing along his defined abs. "Hmm I need to tell you more how good you look naked, cuz damn."

"'m list'n'n'," Somer mumbled, his accent getting thicker.

"You have the build of a god, my own little greek god that I get to cover in kisses and marks from my lips." Jeff mumbling against his hip as he was fully under the sheet now.

Somer kicked the sheet off so he could see the top of Jeff's head, blond strands falling everywhere. "Look." He moaned, then twitched and shivered hard, forgetting what he was going to say.

Jeff pulled up, looking to him. "What am I looking at, my love? At your amazing abs, your beautiful eyes or your sexy cock?"

That made Somer giggle, craning his neck. "That is not a /sexy/ part, Jeff."

"Oh yes it is, it's the sexiest part, I like watching how it twitches when I kiss it." Jeff kissing his hips than the head of his cock.

This giggle was cut off by a moan. "Blondie ... tease."

Jeff licked at the tip, then worked back up, kissing his hips again. He loved to hear him moan and see him squirm like he was.

"Jeff," Somer whimpered. "C'mon ... " He tried to move so Jeff's mouth was back at his cock.

"Oh calling me Jeff now ... does that mean you're needy, my love?" Licking up his cock.

The redhead moaned again, fingers sinking into the pillow before he reached down to pet Jeff's hair. "'m always needing y-you ... "

"I'm always needing you too." Jeff kissing his way back up, grabbing a condom as he kissed him softly. "Do I need to prep you or are you still open?" He whispered against his lips.

Somer kissed him back hard, wrapping his arms around Jeff's neck. "Waiting for you, blondie."

Jeff slipped the condom on, lining up and slowly pushing in with a soft moan. He moved slowly, kissing the parts Somer liked to be kissed as he moved in and out of him.

Somer lost his words, clinging to Jeff and moaning.

Jeff took his time with each thrust into him and back out. It had been more than sex for so long but still, he always felt the need to take his time with each movement.

The slowness of the way Jeff was making love to him made Somer moan continually. It was like he could feel each individual nerve light up. He rocked up into each stroke, fingers clenching in Jeff's hair. "Blondie," he groaned.

Jeff kissed him softly. "Yes, gingerbread," he whispered, finding a bit better of a rhythm for them. He was still taking his time but he was also building their pleasure together. He wanted to bring them both as close as he could to their pure bliss.

Words went away. Somer felt so good, like he could burst into stars at any moment. He didn't want Jeff to break away from kissing him, even for a second. Pulling the blond even closer, he nipped gently at his lip, then kissed him slow and soft.

Jeff gladly kissed him, even moaning when his lip was nibbled as it was. He grinned a bit, kissing him back just as deep and letting himself melt into him more. His hips shifting to rub past his prostate, wanting to give him more pleasure.

It was always the same with Jeff -- Somer became so absorbed in the trading of pleasure, in the way the blond's mouth tasted and the way his hands felt. And then his orgasm surprised him, and he plastered himself against Jeff, muffling whimpers against his shoulder.

Jeff always seemed to be right there with him when he felt Somer cum. He did as well, holding him close and just kissing him or his skin as he did. He'd moan the other boy's name as well, just wanting to hold him ever so close.

Feeling Jeff come, Somer relaxed, melting limply into his fiancé's arms. "Love you," he whispered, with a loopy smile, "love you."

[anathtsurugi]

So I’m pretty sure I’ve broken a rather sizeable chunk of the Kalluzeb fandom with the most recent chapter of The Colder the Winter. As such, I decided to take a little break from mind breaking and write something a little more...pleasurable, as it were. I’d hoped to have this done for May 4th, but it didn’t quite materialize in time, so here we are now. The last time I wrote something hardcore for the boys was back during Inexorable and, let’s face it, that wasn’t exactly a fun scenario, so we’ll be having a lot more fun this time around. ;D

Once again, we have @jellysharkbat‘s lovely head canons to thank for this one (several of them at once, in point of fact), as well as @tench’s beautiful and appetizing artwork. So let’s see how it all comes together. ;-)

"Y'know, someday I'd like to meet the human who defeated a member of the Honor Guard. 'Cuz I don't think he's here right now."

 Kallus snarled in annoyance at his opponent through their crossed staffs, although the noise was completely at odds with the smirk that lit his face. "Well, perhaps he's looking for a bit more of a challenge," he suggested before sliding smoothly out of the deadlock and spinning around to land a hit to the back of Zeb's legs.

 The Lasat grunted at the mild sting of the ex-Imperial's electrostaff, but the look on his face as he spun to face him was all elation – elation and invitation.

 "You like it hard? Is that what I'm hearin' from you, Agent Kallus?" he challenged, licking his lips before delivering several quick, thrusting blows with his bo-rifle. Kallus neatly avoided all but the last, the final thrust slipping between his defense and catching him in the side. Several wolf whistles sounded from the ever-growing crowd that had gathered to watch their little sparring match.

Relishing the small zap of pain from the bo-rifle, Kallus tangled his own weapon with Zeb's, keeping them pressed tightly together. With an inviting leer of his own, he leaned across the two weapons, inhaling the heady, musky scent coming off his partner's body. "So hard, Captain Orrelios. Think you're up to the task? Or shall I look elsewhere?"

 "Oh, you're not gonna find harder than right here in front of you. Promise you that," Zeb breathed against his skin.

 "We still talking about fighting here?" Kanan's teasing voice came from somewhere beyond their immediate vicinity.

 "Course, Kanan," Zeb called over Kallus' shoulder. "Don't know what you're talkin' about."

 "Oh, I'll just bet you don't," Kallus grunted back, demanding the Lasat's attention with a sudden jerk of their tangled weapons, pulling his body as flush against his own as could be managed in the lock. With the sudden contact, he felt something low in his body twitch in enthusiasm.

 "Sorry. Did you want somethin', love?" Zeb teased him, his breathing heavy with exertion and hunger.

 "I will have those eyes on no one but me right now, Garazeb," he insisted, moving his body subtly against his lover's before pulling back from him yet again. Zeb's eyes tracked every motion with aching need. He looked at him both as a warrior appreciating his opponent's artistry of movement and as a male, fiercely desiring what he saw. Sometimes their sparring was just that – fighting. An honest exchange of blows and sweat. Other times, like now, it was a dance – thinly veiled foreplay that promised the exchange of more than just sweat.

 Oh, we are going to kriff so hard in just a few minutes here; I don't care who knows it.

 While Kallus himself was distracted by the bulge and ripple of hard muscle beneath Zeb's luscious purple fur, the Lasat was clearly more distracted by him. He was so focused on the appreciation of each individual muscle, he failed to see the move they came together to create and made the mistake of just rushing him, ready to take him with brute force.

 But Kallus caught him at the last possible moment, tangling their weapons once again. Only this time, it was a hold that gave him a distinct advantage in leverage. It wouldn't take any more than the proper application of strength to have his love beneath him. Leaning across that infinitesimal space between them, he hissed a single command into the Lasat's excitedly twitching ear.

 "Na lithir'a."

 Zeb shuddered with desire at the filthy words uttered in his mother tongue. Kallus never passed up a chance to practice his Lasana, even to the extent of using it in their dirty talk.

 "Val Ashla," the former guardsman near-whimpered, little resisting when Kallus forced him down, pressing him down onto his back. Then he was on top of him, leaning down over him, nothing but the press of their weapons separating them as he pressed his lips to the Lasat's.

 Kallus couldn't say how long they remained like that, lips locked in that desperate kiss, but he'd nearly managed to forget there was anyone else present by the time he pulled back for a quick gulp of air.

 "Yield?" he breathed against Zeb's lips, subtly grinding against him.

 "Only if yielding gets you outta those clothes faster," he returned, hands releasing his bo-rifle and dropping down to trace along Kallus' hips.

 "Come on! Get a room, you two!" Ezra's voice reached them from out of the still cheering crowd.

 "Well...if we must," Kallus teased, nibbling playfully at the corner of Zeb's mouth before climbing to his feet, collapsing his electrostaff into its carrying configuration. Then he offered the Lasat a hand up.

 "Oh, we must," Zeb said as he took the offered hand, gaze still just as fixed, just as thirsty.

 Kallus had to stand on tiptoe to whisper in Zeb's ear from this vantage point, but it was worth it to feel the shiver move through him when he whispered, "Let's go for a swim," in that ear, taking the sensitive flesh in his mouth and biting down insistently before pulling away. He didn't wait for Zeb's response before turning and sauntering away from the training ground. Kriffing sauntering, he thought as he moved, feeling his face flush. He wasn't normally like this, but...well...Zeb had that effect on him.

 He heard the Lasat clumsily collapse his own weapon before following after him. Once they were out of earshot of the base, Zeb was grumbling in his ear, "Y'know, someday I might just rip your clothes off and kriff you in front a' the whole Rebel Alliance."

 "Careful," Kallus started with a shiver as they walked. "I may let you. I hope there's nothing you're not prepared for your colleagues to see."

 "Nothin' to be ashamed of here," the Lasat boasted, reaching out to trace a single claw through the ex-agent's much longer hair, drawing yet another pleased shiver from him. "I'd honestly be happy if you'd let me. The only thing that'd bother anybody here is if we were gettin' in anyone's way."

 "Then I suppose the Empire was right about the rebels being a bunch of perverts and sexual deviants," Kallus said with a self-deprecating chuckle. That was something that was still taking some getting used to on his part; not having to keep his own preferences so carefully concealed, even from himself. He was only just getting to a point where he didn't flinch at the cheers and whistles he and Zeb sometimes got, still half-expecting to receive reactions of disgust at a human getting hot and heavy with a non-human.

 "Welcome to the party," Zeb said. "It's definitely better than bein' a stuffy, uptight Imperial and you know it."

 "I do," Kallus returned, taking the Lasat's hand in his as he came to a stop in the middle of the forest. When the former guardsman turned to look down at him in confusion, Kallus drew him down into a kiss. For a moment, they were only joined at the lips and the hands, but then Zeb groaned against him and lifted his much larger hands to cup Kallus' face, as if he meant to just drink him in then and there. Kallus groaned in kind as he gripped at Zeb's arms, fingers digging into his velvet-fine fur.

 He wasn't certain how long they stood like that, just kissing, tasting, touching, feeling, but the ex-Imperial couldn't manage to snap himself out of the daze of it until he heard the abrupt sound of ripping fabric.

 "Ooh, sorry," Zeb muttered awkwardly, and when Kallus looked down it was to find his shirt torn halfway down the front. But even as he shook his head, he laughed.

 "Really, Garazeb? Again?" he teased, removing the collapsed electrostaff and handing it to Zeb so he could pull the ruined shirt up over his head.

 "I forget my own strength sometimes...and...when you know what you want..." he said, voice trailing off into nothing as his eyes traced the newly revealed muscles of Kallus' chest. But when the Lasat reached for him, Kallus moved just beyond his reach.

 "Then perhaps I ought to remove the rest of the clothing...before it gets destroyed," he said, eyeing his lover pointedly as he traced a hand along his belt.

 "Yeah...probably..." Zeb agreed in obvious distraction, gaze fixed unerringly on that hand.

 "But," he interrupted himself, to the Lasat's clear frustration, turning and starting to walk away, "we should also probably get to the lake first. Otherwise I'm quite certain I'll find myself ravished against the nearest tree."

 Zeb groaned as he began to stumble after him yet again. "You're takin' your life in your hands, y'know. Teasin' me."

 "Oh, this isn't teasing, ni alitha. Not merely, anyway. It's very calculated, and I can guarantee it will maximize pleasure for both parties."

 "Kriffin' schemer. We'll see how much a' that big brain's left to scheme when I've got you screamin' my name."

 "We shall indeed."

So...wanna see some more? ;-)

[jackbeiste]

sink your teeth into my flesh [jack x valerian]

characters: jack beiste and valerian st cyr (@joiexvalerianxx)

date: october 5

note: master st cyr continues to teach his padawan the ropes

warnings: quite nsfw. ok, very nsfw

jack

He’d brought along ingredients and such for another batch of banana bread, but he had to admit to himself that he didn’t really feel like making any today. He’d almost been itching to go back to Valerian’s, not quite able to forget how good the blond had made him feel. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous as he knocked on the apartment door, trying to keep himself from nervously pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he waited.

valerian

Val clicked send, then closed the lid of the laptop. “Come in,” he called over his shoulder, leaning back in his chair. Who was here, that would knock? It was pretty unusual for people to knock and then wait in this apartment.

jack

Jack opened the door and stepped inside as he was told, feeling a bit shy. The only people whose homes he walked into without being greeted at the door were his brother and his best friends; at least before Joie. “Hey,” He said softly, hesitating for just a second before walking over to Valerian.

valerian

“Jack!” Val nearly tipped his chair over when he recognised the brunet. He managed to save himself with a feline twist, coming upright to clasp Jack on the shoulders. “I’m so sorry, I was planning the lake trip and I forgot you were coming.” He smiled brilliantly, then purred, “My mistake. What can I do to make it up to you?”

jack

Jack couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment at that, even as he couldn’t help but grin at the way Valerian almost tipped over. As hot as the blond was, he couldn’t help but also find him cute… more often than he wanted. “Oh, I cun.. can.. uh,” he started, finishing his sentence by pointing back at the door. He cleared his throat, looking back at Valerian. “If jo.. you are busy…”

valerian

Val tightened his grip, then leaned in to kiss Jack slowly and sensually. “I’m never too busy for you,” he murmured. “I forgot, and I shouldn’t have.” One hand came up to cup Jack’s cheek. “Just tell me how you want me to make it up to you. Anything you like.”

jack

He kissed back, one hand instinctively reaching out to gently grab Valerian’s hip. Smiling small at the other’s offer, he thought for a second. He felt a bit dumb before even speaking, his eyes on the blond’s lips. “Kiss me again.”

valerian

The blond wrapped his free arm around Jack’s waist, pulling them flush together. “Seems like a small request.” This time he started softly, teasing his way into Jack’s mouth. If there was one thing Val was good at, it was kissing, and he was deliberately trying to make Jack silly with lust.

jack

Jack sighed against the other’s lips, kissing back softly. He loved how Valerian tasted, but not quite being able to describe just what he tasted like other than that it was intoxicating. Just the thought of it was enough to get him all hot.

valerian

After a long time, Val drifted his kisses up along one of Jack’s cheekbones. “Is that all you really wanted?” he asked. His voice was low and rough in the brunet’s ear, and then he took that earlobe in his teeth.

jack

He tilted his head just the slightest to the side, allowing Valerian more room as his kisses trailed away from Jack’s lips. A shiver ran through him at the other’s words, feeling his grip on the blond’s hip tighten. His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of Valerian’s teeth against his earlobe, his lips slightly parted as he let out a shaky sigh. “No…”

valerian

“You didn’t really come here to bake,” Val purred. He drew back from Jack, leaving a space between their bodies now, and smiled slyly. “You want a different kind of heat. Don’t you?”

jack

Jack licked his lips, almost blushing at the truth of the blond’s words. If he only knew how much he’d thought about it since last time. “I do,” He replied, glancing up to look Valerian in the eye as he took half a step forward, pressing his body against the other’s again.

valerian

Val chuckled. “Go on,” he murmured, smiling coyly down into Jack’s eyes.

jack

The way Valerian looked at him made nervous, but also bold… almost daring. It was a strange mix, and he still struggled to read the blond. But even if he couldn’t quite tell with Valerian, he at the same time made him feel like his inexperience wasn’t an obstacle. Jack leaned in to press a soft kiss to the other’s lips, one hand slipping down to gently cup around Valerian’s groin through his pants, unable to stop himself from giving it a playful squeeze.

valerian

A soft grunt punched out of Val. “Someone’s eager,” he murmured, breaking the kiss. “So I take it you want to dominate tonight?”

jack

“I…,” He started, actually not quite sure how to respond. The thought of fucking Valerian, making him moan… It excited him. But he felt hesitant to have power over the blond, even if it was just play. “Du… Do you want me too, to?” He asked, hating the way his speech revealed the insecurity he felt just as much as the question itself.

valerian

Val shrugged casually. “Doesn’t make any difference to me. Not this time anyway. Just looked like you wanted to explore in a way we didn’t last time.”

jack

“I don’t know if I’d be gu, good at it,” He admitted, not wanting to disappoint Valerian… either by not doing it, or by not doing it good.

valerian

The blond started to laugh. “Jack. Jack … of course you won’t be good at it. You don’t know how.”

jack

Jack felt both embarrassed and amused as the blond laughed at his words, thanks to that strange combination of feeling insecure and comfortable he felt around Valerian. He glanced up at him, a crooked smile on his lips. “So teak.. teach me.”

valerian

“Oh, I thought I’d let you fumble around and see where your instincts led you.” Val smiled, eyes narrowing, then walked around to the couch and let himself drop on it with his arms spread wide.

jack

He huffed in protest, but couldn’t help but smirk. Looking over at Valerian on the couch, taking in how beautiful and hot the blond managed to be at the same time… he felt more than up for the challenge. He walked over, gently placing himself on top of Valerian as he pressed a kiss to his jaw, trailing open mouthed kisses down towards his neck.

valerian

With a quiet, pleased sigh, Val tilted his head to rest on the back of the couch. “Good start,” he purred. His fingers twitched, wanting to wrap his hands around Jack’s hips, but he refrained. He was too curious to see what the boy would do unprompted.

jack

Jack let his teeth graze against the other’s neck as gently as he could, as if testing it out. He shifted slghtly in order to get off Valerian enough to get his shirt off; trailing his kisses down towards his collarbone.

valerian

A shudder ran through Val at the feel of Jack’s teeth. It became stronger as the brunet shifted around on his lap, and his fingers closed on the edge of the cushion. He bit his lip, swallowing most of the moan. “And here I thought you were innocent and untutored,” he said, voice just a bit breathless.

jack

He smiled against the other’s skin at that, encouraged by the way Valerian was clearly enjoying what he was doing. He supposed all that porn hadn’t been a waste of time after all. It made him feel more daring with each kiss, letting his teeth graze along Valerian’s collarbone, stopping near his shoulder with a playful, but still careful, nibble.

valerian

“I won’t break.” Val’s eyes slipped closed, and he relaxed a bit deeper into the couch. “Trust me, if I don’t want what you do, you’ll know.”

jack

“Sorry,” He murmured, not sure how to explain how he wasn’t sure he could ever do even half the things he wanted Valerian do to him, but that he still wanted to fuck him. He didn’t want to make love, but he didn’t want to hurt him the way he knew he’d let Valerian hurt him. It made it all the more confusing to take the lead. But he tried to relax and just go with it rather than thinking about it first. He trailed his kisses over his collarbone still, towards his throat, as he bit down again; this time harder, more playful.

valerian

One hand came down on the top of Jack’s head. “Don’t,” Val murmured, not moving otherwise. “Don’t apologise for who you are, whoever that happens to be at the moment. Just do whatever you want, when you want, and don’t take any shit for it.” He tugged gently at Jack’s hair.

jack

Jack wasn’t quite sure how to apply that to sex, but it still felt reassuring.  He kissed up to the blond’s lips, kissing him hard and sloppily as his hands fumbled with Valerian’s pants, suddenly wanting them off more than anything.

valerian

This time Val had to catch Jack around the waist just to keep the two of them balanced. The brunet was wobbling, hands and mouth busy, so Val held him steady while his slacks were undone for him. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

jack

He pushed Valerian’s slacks down, his fingers wrapping around his dick, enjoying the way it felt in his hand. Running his thumb over the slit, he stroked him with slow strokes; thankful for the way Valerian tried to keep him from falling off.

valerian

As soon as Jack wrapped his hand around Val’s cock, the blond breathed out sharply, hips shifting. “Fuck, Jack … ” The abrupt shift from slow undressing to that warmth and friction was dizzying.

jack

The sounds the blond was making went straight to his groin and he fought the urge to grind up against Valerian’s thigh. He continued to stroke him, almost agonizingly slow, in hopes of earning a few more of those sweet sounds.

valerian

Val moaned, tensing and thrusting into Jack’s hand. “Are you sure ~ah~ sure you’re innocent? Those are some pretty knowing hands you got there.”

jack

“I’ve had a lot of prakt.. practice at this part,” Jack said softly, unable to tease any longer after that moan. He picked up his pace, his hips rutting down against the blond’s upper thigh.

valerian

He slipped his fingers up under the hem of Jack’s shirt, stroking the soft skin there. “Stop,” Val whispered gently, though it cost him to do it. “This isn’t how I want to come – and cleaning up this couch is a pain.”

jack

Jack smirked, finding it a bit of a thrill that the blond was already somewhat close to cumming. He pulled his hand away, awkwardly climbing off Valerian and the couch. He got on his feet, almost smoothly, and offered his hand down to the blond with a horny but slightly goofy smile on his lips.

valerian

Val stretched, his cock bobbing, then pulled his shirt off over his head and discarded it on the back of the couch. Then he let Jack pull him up, and immediately tugged the brunet into a deep, devouring kiss.

jack

Kissing back hungrily, his arm wrapped around the blond to pull him closer. He could feel Valerian’s dick between them, smiling against his lips at how turned on the other man seemed to be. “I need.. to fuck you,” He murmured into the kiss, deepening it even as he started to pull him towards the bedroom door.

valerian

Things got awkward before they quite made it to the bed, Val’s slacks sliding down his hips and tripping him up. “Slow down, wait,” he chuckled, letting go of Jack. Quickly Val kicked his slacks off, leaving them in a heap on the floor, then stepped back up to the brunet. “Now, where were we?”

jack

He let out a soft laugh, catching the blond before he could actually trip. Taking his shirt off before his jeans as well along with his boxers, he stepped out of the pants at his ankles and also closed the slight distance between them. He kissed Valerian deeply, enjoying the feeling of his naked body against his own.

valerian

They managed to get to the wide bed. Then Val pushed Jack away slightly. “So you think you need to fuck me?” he inquired, eyebrows lifted.

jack

Jack huffed, suddenly feeling cold as the warmth and slight friction had been heaven-sent. “I think you do to, too,” He murmured, a crooked smirk on his lips as he glanced down at Valerian’s boner; feeling his own dick throb at the mere sight.

valerian

Val huffed a bit, with a crooked smile. “Someone’s getting a swelled head, too.” He rapped Jack under the chin. “How about before I let you do that, you explain to me how you’re going to make sure I’m not in pain? Because I haven’t agreed to let you cause me pain.”

jack

Jack looked at him with a puzzled look before frowning, his brows furrowed. “Whu… I’m not… just…,” He managed to get out, clearly concerned the blond seemed to think he’d fuck him right away, without any kind of prep.

valerian

Leaning back with his arms folded and eyebrows raised, Val gave Jack a cool, amused look. “Still pretty innocent, though, aren’t you. Have you /ever/ topped?”

jack

He chewed softly on his lower lip, feeling himself blush as he knew that the answer was not only ‘no’, it was also that before Valerian there had only been a drunken, very brief encounter…. and that was it. It made him feel even more exposed, standing there naked infront of the blond and his hands reached down to cover himself up without even thinking abou tit. “No,” he finally said.

valerian

“So.” The blond left it at that, waiting with that cool expression on his face. Oh, he was going to have Jack fuck him. There was no doubt of that in his mind. But he wasn’t going to put up with any untutored fumblings, either.

jack

“Sch… Show me then,” He said, glancing up to meet Valerian’s gaze. Even if he was unexperienced, he was far from unwilling to change that.

valerian

Val kissed Jack slowly, wrapping his fingers around Jack’s wrists and drawing his arms up around Val’s waist. “Oh, no,” he murmured. “You’re going to tell me what you think you need to do.”

jack

He couldn’t quite hide the frustration or, most of all, the vulnerability he felt at that. It really wasn’t the insecurity of not quite knowing what he was doing, but more the idea that their relation had never quite demanded many sentences at a time from him. He tried to relax, taking a step back as he thought the words over.

valerian

Val just watched him, hitching himself up onto the bed.

jack

Jack chewed on his lip, his teeth sinking further into the skin as he struggled to relax. He felt embarrassed, and then embarrassed that he was embarrassed about such a simple thing. But he couldn’t even begin to get a sound out, not with Valerian just… watching him like that. Shaking his head, he took a step back to grab his underwear off the floor, quickly pulling them on before going for his jeans and shirt.

valerian

“Where do you think you’re going?” Val asked, catching at Jack’s wrist again. “All this, and you’re going to leave because you can’t find the words?” He twisted until he was between the brunet and the door. “Stay.”

jack

He shook his head again, eyes closed as he fought against the tears of humiliation coming up. “I know.. I gu… just can’t…” Why had he assumed this was a good idea? It was hard enough on a daily basis, but with Valerian… it was hard not to convince himself the blond just saw him as a dumb charity case kid.

valerian

The blond pushed Jack onto the bed, then locked him in with arms on either side of him. “You think I care about the way you sound? I can tell you struggle with words.” He leaned in even closer. “I don’t care about that. What I care about is that you’re honest to me about what you want.”

jack

He let himself be pushed onto the bed, not quite looking at Valerian but also not quite as upset or uncomfortable as before. He was silent for a long time before sighing quietly. “I do. Less and less, but…,” He turned his head to face the blond, not bothering to correct how the same word managed to come out completely different each time. “It’s a proc…ess.”

valerian

Val ignored the fact that he was still undressed and Jack had put his clothes back on. “So you take time to get the words right, or you find another way to communicate. I literally do not care.” He pushed back away from Jack, running a hand through his hair.

jack

“Okay,” he said softly, glancing up at Valerian as he moved; he himself still on the bed, his jeans still in his hand.

valerian

The whole mood was gone. Val didn’t /blame/ Jack, exactly, but the whole mood was gone. He let himself fall backward on the bed, sighing. “Do you want to bake now?”

jack

He blushed, only now realising how much he had ruined the evening. But he shifted to his side, dropping the jeans as he moved closer to Val. Before he could actually think it over, he climbed on top of the blond, his ass pressing down against Valerian’s dick. “Let me make it up to you,” he said softly, trying to let his speech just be the way it came out.

valerian

Val was more than a little surprised when Jack landed on top of him, his hands coming up to grab at the brunet’s thighs. “Well. Hello there.” He smiled slowly. “Why don’t you /show/ me what you have in mind?”

jack

“Hey,” He murmured, not able to restrain a smile as he leaned down to kiss Valerian. As he kissed him deeply, his horniness quick to come back, he reached over to open the nightstand he knew Valerian kept his stuff in. Grabbing the lube with one hand, he used the other to reach down between the blond’s legs, fingers wrapping around his cock.

valerian

Val bucked at the unexpected touch, breath hissing between his teeth. “Fuck,” he gasped.

jack

He stroked him a few times before drawing his hand back, squirting some lube onto his fingers. He reached back down, pressing one finger against Valerian’s asshole, enjoying the way the other’s body responded to the wet lube.

valerian

The arrangement of their bodies was awkward, though Jack didn’t seem to care. Val did, though. He gripped the brunet’s wrist lightly. “How about if I turn over,” he suggested. “Much as I enjoy you sitting on me, this is bad for my back – and you want me to be flexible, don’t you?”

jack

“Yeah…,” He admitted, climbing off Valerian to allow him to get in a more comfortable position.

valerian

Catching a hand behind Jack’s head, Val pulled him in for a slow kiss. “Ease up,” he breathed, then flopped over. He grabbed one of his big pillows and laid over it, making sure his hips were elevated and his legs were out of the way. “There you go.”

jack

He kissed back softly, this kind of gentleness from the blond making him warm all over; in such a different way than usual. But seeing Valerian on his stomach, his ass up and ready for Jack… he could feel his dick throb at the site, and gently cupped the cheeks in his hands, giving them a squeeze as he pressed a kiss to the small of his back.

valerian

Val’s smile was hidden by the pillow, and he stretched his arms out, prepared to luxuriate in attention. He offered a soft moan to encourage Jack to get back to business, and swayed a bit.

jack

Jack spread the blond’s ass cheeks slightly with his hand, pressing his finger, still slick with lube, against Valerian’s entrance; slowly pushing instead.

valerian

With the amount of bottoming Val did for Sebastian, it was very easy to loosen him up. When Jack’s finger slid inside him, Val moaned harder, rocking back to get that finger deeper. “Good, that’s good.”

jack

He liked the way Valerian opened up for him, adding another finger. The first thrusts were slow, almost careful, but as the blond rocked back against his fingers, he picked up his pace. The moan went straight to his cock, and the way Valerian looked as he rocked back against Jack’s hand? He felt like he could cum at the mere sight.

valerian

Val felt his face get hot, a sure sign that he was getting turned on again. He rocked again, grinding himself against the pillow then back into Jack’s hand. “For someone so innocent-seeming, you sure do have a lot of knowledge,” he panted.

jack

It was hard not to smile at that, and he spread his fingers slightly, licking his lips at how easily the blond opened up for him. “I’ve had a lot of prak.. practise..,” He admitted, blushing a bit at his own words. Valerian and Sebastian were good teachers, but this part was all him.

valerian

“Is that so?” Val let a wave of relaxation flow through his body, accepting Jack’s fingers more deeply. “You like to finger yourself? Open yourself up? Maybe ~ nngh, yes, there ~ I should get a mirror, make you watch yourself.”

jack

His blush deepened, even as he fingerfucked Valerian all the way down to his knuckles with each thrust. “Ye… Yeah…,” He admitted, bending his fingers just the slightest to hit the blond’s prostate. “I really do.” He stopped, pulling his fingers out; not entirely sure he could last until he finally got inside Valerian otherwise.

valerian

Val closed his eyes, biting his lip on a moan when Jack pulled his fingers away. “Gonna film you doing that to yourself,” he muttered. “Fuck – come on.”

jack

“I could… y.. just let you watch,” Jack murmured as he leaned down to press a kiss to Valerian’s shoulder. He reached over to grab a condom from the nightstand, picking up the bottle of lube again. Sighing softly as he rolled the condom onto himself, he applied some extra lube, mostly just to be safe; the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Valerian. “You… You ready?” He asked nervously, shifting slightly to get in a good position.

valerian

“Hurry up,” Val snapped. “You’re not going to hurt me, I promise you that.” He huffed out a sharp breath. “Please, Jack. Come on.” He craned his neck around to wink at the brunet. “Look at that, you’ve got me to beg. Fuck me already, okay? Take what you want.”

jack

He had to grip the blond’s hips as the other man begged, not at all expecting that. He sounded so god damn hot, and it turned him on even more to realise that Jack was the reason he was begging. But he just nodded, licking his suddenly dry lips before pushing himself inside Valerian, loud gasps as he felt the warm tightness around him. “Fu…. fuck.”

valerian

Val held his body tight but not tense as Jack pushed his way in. “That’s good,” he breathed. “Good, very good.” Sebastian was not only a little bigger than Jack, but definitely more forceful, and Val was able to relax much more quickly. He squeezed himself around the brunet.

jack

He moaned softly, gripping Valerian’s hips hard as he tried to stop himself from just fuckung the blond without stop until he reached the orgasm his body was buzzing for. He hadn’t expected it to feel this good to be the one doing the fucking, Taking in a sharp breath, he slid out almost fully before thrusting back in; his eyes fluttering shut as he repeated the motion; his thrusts quick but gentle.

valerian

Once Jack found a slow rhythm, Val began to match it, breathing out sharply every time the brunet bottomed out in him. “God, that feels good,” he murmured, bracing himself. “You can go harder. I’m not fragile, remember.”

jack

“Ssshh,” was his only reply but as he started to feel confident in his rythm, his thrusts became sharper, and deeper. He thrust into him until the base of his cock slapped against Valerian’s ass, letting out a low groan as he pulled back, only to instantly replicate the thrust. “A… fuck…”

valerian

Val chuckled softly, amused at how topping was definitely bringing out a more dominant side to Jack. The third or fourth thrust hit his prostate, and he moaned hard. “Do that again … ”

jack

“You… feel so… good,” he choked out, ending up somewhere between a moan and a whine. He shifted slightly, making sure to continue to hit Valerian’s prostate as he fucked into the blond. His thrusts became not just quicker with each one, but harder too - pounding into Valerian as he knew he was going to cum all too soon. He let his hips go with one hand, reaching around to wrap his fingers around the other’s cock, his strokes matching his thrusts.

valerian

Val didn’t actually want Jack to stroke him at the same time; it made their positions a bit awkward. Jack was fucking him hard enough, though, that if he tried to bat the hand away, Val would end up on his face. And that was not a good way to enjoy being fucked. He braced himself more firmly, though, rocking back to meet each thrust. “Come on,” he whispered, encouraging. “Come on, Jack. I know you’re close.”

jack

The tight heat was overwhelming now, his thrusts no longer following a rythm as they became more desperate. His hand on Valerian’s cock halted as he threw his head back, a loud moan - almost a scream - slipping his lips as he started to cum.(edited)

valerian

Val shuddered. He loved these moments, when whomever was topping him lost it in him and came. That moment when, whatever anyone else thought, he was in control. He had power. “Fuck, Jack.”

jack

He rode out his orgasm, wanting to make Valerian feels just as good, make him cum. But his thrusts were hardly more than spasms, and he groaned in protest as he pulled out of the tight heat. His hands and legs still shaking from the bliss, he stood up next to the bed, still breathing heavily as he reached down to gently turn the blond over, barely finishing the movement before he climbed onto the bed again; his lips quickly wrapping around Valerian’s cock.

valerian

Val let Jack roll him over, not at all sure what the boy was going for, then moaned hard as the brunet instantly began to blow him. One hand landed on Jack’s hair, and Val couldn’t stop himself thrusting into that wet heat. “You,” he tried to say, “you don’t … ah, god, /fuck/.”

jack

Jack tried not to gag too hard, still very new to this, but fuck, it was one of his favourite parts. He opened his mouth slightly more, to give more access for Valerian to thrust into his mouth.

valerian

“Jack,” Val gasped, then again, louder as he climaxed. His fingers sank into Jack’s hair, pulling, holding him there, forcing the boy to take his cum.

jack

He gripped the sheets on the bed next to him, trying to breathe through his nose; he let out a content noise as he felt Valerian fill his mouth, enjoying the salty but strange taste more than he had expected to. Only when he felt a trickle of cum down his chin did he pull off; swallowing the other’s cum as he glanced up at him, a crooked smirk on his puffy lips.

valerian

Val collapsed back into the pillows, limp and blissed out. After a minute, he looked at Jack and chucked him under the chin. “You just can’t shake that bottom mentality, can you?” The blond smirked, but it was softer than usual. “I get it,” he said kindly. “There are behaviours I can’t shake either.”

jack

Jack blushed at that, running a hand through his messy, sweaty hair before getting up on shaky legs to dispose of the condom. Falling back onto the bed, he let out a happy, content sigh as he glanced over at Valerian. “But I still wouldn’t mind.. doing that again,” he admitted, feeling warm at the very thought of how good the blond had felt around his cock.

valerian

Val chuckled softly. “Next time, don’t be so concerned about me. I think you spoiled your enjoyment of it.” He smirked. “In fact, next time you want to do that, you can just blow me first.” He stretched luxuriously. “Maybe a couple times.” He heaved himself upright. “Come take a shower with me.”

jack

“I will,” He replied, flashing him a grin. He had never really expected to enjoy giving oral, rather than receiving it, but fuck. “Yeah, okay.” He got off the bed, waiting for the blond to get up as well before heading towards the bathroom.

valerian

Val took a moment to look Jack up and down, that smirk curling up more on one side. Despite the last half an hour, it was a very lascivious look. Then he slid off the bed, hooking an arm around Jack’s waist and drawing him into the bathroom.

jack

He smiled at the feeling of Valerian’s arm around his waist, and the way his bare hip bumped into Jack’s own bare hip. The last time he had showered with someone was as a kid, when his dad wanted to hurry bath time, which was an entirely different thing than this. But he didn’t feel as weird about it as he had thought he would; the blond had seen him naked so many times, and certainly in a lot more explicit situations than this. Stepping into the shower, he gently took Valerian’s hand to pull him in too.

valerian

With a soft laugh, Val bumped Jack under the spray, then leaned in and kissed him hard. He hoped Jack never lost that eagerness, never became jaded – which was a strange thought for him. The whole circle of gay bar men were jaded; that was what it meant to become part of that circle. No questions asked, except health questions; no expectations; no demands. No connection.

[tornbetween2loves]

A Story Worth Telling: Heightened Senses

This story is based on February prompt #18 “I can’t keep my hands off you”. It was given to me by my bestie @kennaxval It is part 12 of my series A Story Worth Telling. You can catch up on this series on my masterlist here. It occurs immediately after part 11, so please read at least that part before reading this one.

Tagging: @kennaxval @indiacater @stopforamoment @cora-nova @innerpostmentality @teamtomsato @bitchbrenner @gavryllo @begging-for-kamilah

Warning: this story contains smut and is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.

Pairing: Kenna x Val x Michael (OC)

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except for my OC. I claim him as my own.

Word Count: 1,567

Kenna and Val smiled at each other, then each took one of Michael’s hands. “We love you so much,” they said in unison then each kissed one of his cheeks. He brought both of their hands to his lips at once, brushing over their knuckles lightly. “Like I said, nothing is too good for the mothers of my children. I worship you both.” They all smiled at each other and stepped back out into the hallway, closing the door to the nursery. The queens exchanged a glance, then both shot a mischievous look at Michael. A smirk spread across his face. “What are you two up too? I see that look on both of your faces. You’re up to something.” Kenna shrugged and Val held up her hands in front of her as she shook her head. Kenna shot one last look at Michael, then called out, “First one to the bed gets him first,”as she took off down the hall toward their bedroom. Val’s mouth dropped open as she took off after her. “No fair! That’s cheating.” And Michael stood in the hallway, frozen in place, his mouth dropped open in amazement. “Wait a second. Are you two fighting over me?” These women never cease to amaze him with their antics.

He hurried to the bedroom to find the queens staring at each other as they stood on opposite sides of the bed. Their eyes were narrowed and they both stood in fighting stances. Val spoke first. “We’ll wrestle. First one to get pinned loses.” Kenna shook her head. “Best two out of three.” Michael suppressed a giggle as he dove onto the bed, putting himself between the two women. “Ladies, please. There is plenty of me to go around. This really isn’t necessary. As much as I would find a wrestling match both amusing and sensual to watch, I really don’t think it’s a good idea.” He looked back and forth between the queens, focusing his gaze on their midsections. “You know, for the babies?” Kenna and Val both relaxed and stood up straight. Michael sat up and patted the bed on both sides of him. “Come here my queens. Sit. Tell me what this is all about.” They both sat on either side of him and grasped his hands, lacing their fingers through his.

Val took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can’t keep my hands off you,” she said as she took her free hand and slowly ran her fingertips along his upper thigh. Kenna nodded in agreement. “Neither can I. I’m blaming the pregnancies. All my senses are heightened.” She leaned in close to the nape of Michael’s neck and kissed a trail from there up to his earlobe. “It’s not just the pregnancies. It’s you, Michael. You seem different.” Val continued to move her hand up, placing it on his crotch. His breath hitched and Kenna shot Val a jealous glare. Michael caught the glare out of the corner of his eye and pulled back from the queens. He pushed their hands off of him and crawled out of bed. He stood at the foot of the bed looking at them. His brow was furrowed, he rubbed his hands down his face as he thought about what he wanted to say.

“My dear queens, I love you both immensely, but I can not let this continue. I will not be a wedge driven between you.” He sighed as he looked back and forth between them both. Kenna looked at Val. “Michael is right. I’m sorry my love. I’ve been acting so foolish.” Kenna moved closer to stroke Val’s cheek. Then she looked at Michael. “I’m sorry I made you feel bad. Please forgive me. Come back to bed.” Michael shook his head and walked over to grab a chair from the other side of the room. He placed the chair at the foot of the bed and sat down.

“I really think that I would prefer to just watch the two of you.” Val pouted as Kenna sighed. “I guess we really have been acting foolishly. I’m sorry too.” Val leaned in to kiss Kenna softly on the lips. They lingered for a moment, then deepened the kiss. Kenna gasped as Val broke their kiss by gliding her tongue across to her ear. She nibbled her ear gently before making her way down the side of her neck. She slipped her hand up Kenna’s dress and gently caressed her inner thigh. Kenna felt the need for her wife growing in the pit of her belly. Val moved her hand higher as she slipped her hand through the side of Kenna’s underwear and found her swollen nub. Kenna closed her eyes and leaned back on the pillows as Val pushed her dress up over her slightly protruding belly and crawled between her legs. Kenna moaned softly as she felt Val’s tongue push inside her.

Val continued to feast on her wife, relishing all of the grunts and moans and shaking legs and bucking hips as she brought Kenna to the brink. Just as Kenna bucked her hips and called out Val’s name, Val felt her dress being lifted from behind as she adjusted herself so she was on all fours. She felt Michael pull her underwear down around her knees then gently massage her cheeks. She continued to lap up the juices of Kenna’s orgasm as Michael slowly sank two fingers inside her. Her breath hitched and she moaned softly as he pumped his fingers in and out and lightly smacked her ass cheek. Kenna sat up and reached down the front of Val’s dress to fondle her breasts. She met Val’s questioning gaze and nodded with a smile. “Michael, I believe you need to be inside my lovely wife,” Kenna said as she locked eyes with him. He smiled back. “Is that what you want, my queen?” Val panted as Michael withdrew his fingers to remove his pants. “Hells yeah, that’s what I’ve wanted all day long,” she said breathlessly.

Michael held his hard length at her entrance and teased her with the tip. She whimpered as he slowly sunk inside her. He gave her ass one more smack before he started thrusting slowly. Val closed her eyes and savored the feeling of fullness as her walls stretched around him. “Faster, Michael,” Kenna commanded as Val began to moan and writhe beneath him. Soon she came undone and Michael closed his eyes to maintain control as he felt her walls flutter around him. Val pulled forward and collapsed flat on the bed, leaving Michael exposed as he exchanged a lustful look with Kenna. Val rolled over out of the way as Kenna pulled her knees up to her chest, putting her sex on display for Michael. A guttural moan escaped as he licked his lips and stroked himself as he moved between her legs. Kenna’s eyes widened as he entered her and she moaned loudly. He fought to maintain control as he felt her walls already beginning to flutter around him. Val kissed her wife as she fondled her breasts. Michael continued thrusting in and out of Kenna, increasing his speed as she came undone again. He grunted and buried himself deep inside her as he felt his release shortly after.

Michael flipped over and stretched out on his back. He wrapped an arm around each of the queens as they snuggled into his chest. He stroked their hair and kissed each of them on the top of the head. Kenna wrapped her leg around Michael’s, turning on her side, her protruding belly resting slightly on his hip. She smiled as she felt the familiar small flutters in her belly. She rubbed her belly gently in response. She had been feeling the baby move for a few days now, and it was amazing. Val turned on her side also so she could place her leg on top of Michael’s. She was in the same position as Kenna, with less of a protruding belly.

Kenna lifted her head with a start. She felt a very pronounced kick this time. Her eyes met Michael’s as he smiled wide. “Was that the baby?” She nodded. “You felt that?” Val lifted her head slightly. “Hells, I felt that all the way over here on the other side.” Kenna beamed at them both. “Our boy is active. Guess he wanted to make his presence known to his parents while we were all together.” Val rubbed her wife’s belly gently and smiled. “Our boy? So you think it’s a boy?” Kenna nodded. “I don’t think he’s a boy. I know it. I can sense it.” Michael pulled Kenna closer and kissed her head again. “I’m going to have a son,” he said, his voice cracked with emotion. “And my son just kicked me again.” They all laughed as they felt another strong kick come from Kenna’s belly. “He loves his daddy already.”

They laid in silence for awhile longer as Michael stroked the hair of the mother’s of his children. Soon both of the queens’ breath became more deep and regular and he knew they had dozed off. He smiled as he felt another kick from Kenna’s belly. “That’s my boy,” he said softly as he closed his eyes. He drifted off to sleep to thoughts of his son.

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20 Questions Led to This (Cheryl x Jughead SMUT)

Summary: Jughead found out that Cheryl has liked him for a while now they decided to set up a date. Only the date ended up being sex at Mayor McCoy’s House. Based on my RP Blog, when Josie and Jughead save Cheryl from her mother. Cheryl’s secret crush on Jughead had come out. With Josie at a sleepover at Val’s and Mayor McCoy out of town, Cheryl invited Jughead to come over and fix a little problem of hers that he started.

Warnings: Smut, Like A lots of Smut, Unprotected sex (literally they used a condom once. wtf), heartfelt conversations too, dirty talk, daddy kink, I mean Cheryl is in this,

Disclaimer: Betty and Jughead are not nor were they ever a couple in this! Also, @jugheadkingofweirdos helped me writing this! <3

Masterlist

20 Questions Led to This (Cheryl x Jughead Smut)

It started out as 20 questions. Innocent texting to try and get to know each other. Only the first question is what started it.

J: Alright. Any questions? Nice. How long did you love Dilton? I need to know.

C: From middle school. It slowly faded into a crush instead of loving him.

J: How cute. The ice queen does know how to feel. That's a long time, though. 

C: Why? Are you jealous?

J: Maybe. Slightly. No.

C: Really? Oh well. Cause I find Jealousy kinda hot…

Which turned into this.

I'm not careful. I enjoy watching you squirm. What would you do, Cheryl? What might you do to me?

Too bad you aren't here then 😏 if only you could see me now 😉 who know? Depends on how reeled up you get me.

You're killing me, doll. I wish I could see you. I would do more than just look, I assure you.

I didn't sign up to get hot and bothered, Jughead.

Next thing they know, 20 Questions led to this.

Jughead smirked before leaning forward and lightly brushing his lips to hers. "All wound up, are you? Poor darling." He lightly rested his hands on her hips, not moving them. "How's this? I'm touching you.

Cheryl lets out a small whine as she tries to push her hips up. She digs her hands into his hair as she pulls out his beanie. "Please, Jug. I need more."

Jughead lightly dragged his hands up and down her sides, pressing gentle kisses to her neck. He nipped every so often before pausing and biting down. "More? What else could you need? Isn't this the attention you wanted."

Embarrassingly, Cheryl lets out a whine as her hands tighten around his hair when she feels his lips against her neck. "Fuck." She pushes her thighs together to try and cause some friction between her legs. "I need more. More. Please." She lets out a moan when he bites down on her.

Jughead smirked at her whines. He dragged his hands down her body and pulled her thighs apart. "Now, now, doll, I'm in control here." He nibbled down her neck and across her collarbone, leaving marks every so often.

Her hands travel to his shoulders where she tugs at his shirt. "Off. Please." She tried to push her hips up, craving some sort of friction. Her back arches when his hands move her thighs apart. She's letting out whines as he leaves marks on her neck.

Jughead grinned, leaning back to pull his shirt off. "So submissive. So docile." He slipped his hands under her shirt, practically ripping it off in his haste to get it off her. "If only people saw this side of you~" He nipped down her stomach, leaving far more marks where he knew they'd be covered. He avoided her breasts, wanting to see how much he could tease her. "But this is all mine."

She gasps when she hears fabric rip and lets out a moan. Her nails digging into his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. She whines and squirms as she feels his lips all over her. She peals one of her hands away from his shoulder to touch her breasts. Moaning when she squeezes one. Her hips stuttering and aching for friction. "All yours. Please Jug."

Jughead lets out a groan when she digs her nails into his shoulders. "Such a naughty girl, Cheryl. Touching yourself when I'm right here. I didn't say you could." He moved one of his hands to hold her arms above her head, pinning her down and moving his body between her legs. He dipped his head down to press light kisses around her breasts before releasing her hips to grab one. "Keep talking, baby girl."

She moans when he holds her down and pushes her hips up to meet his, only to moan again when she feels his bulge against her. She arches against him and continues to squirm and let whines come out her mouth as she feels his lips touch her chest. "Please Jug. Touch me. I need something. Anything. I need more. Please less clothes. Something.”

Jughead smiled again, biting down lightly and leaving another mark on her collarbone. "As you wish, baby girl." He pulled away from her and slipped out of his shoes and jeans before pinning her back down. "You like it when I manhandle you, don't you? When I bite down, leaving marks to claim what's mine?" He left another hickey on the side of her neck, making it dark enough to be difficult to cover. Jughead lightly ran his fingertips down her side, stopping right before he hit the waistline of her shorts.

Cheryl gasps and tries to push her legs together again. Needing the friction and to try and stop herself from getting wetter from the nickname. She licks her lips as she watches him take his jeans off. Groaning as he pins her back down. "Yes. Yes. Please. Yours. Please." She can feel herself get wetter as his fingers hit the top of her shorts. Her hands going to his back and his hair.

"You can pull. I don't mind." Jughead says with a smirk as he presses featherlike kisses right above her waistband. "You're so vocal, princess. I'm enjoying all your little noises." He tugged her shorts and panties down in one go. "You're so wet for me, baby girl. So wet for me."

She tugs at his hair and tries to grind her hips up. "Please." She gasps when cold air hits her heat. Her vision blurring with lust as she tries to pull her thighs together and rakes one of her hands up his back.

Jughead let out a groan at the feel of her nails. He lightly ran his hand down to her heat before pausing. "Please? Where do you want my hand? Up...?" He lightly ran his hand back up her body until it reached her neck. He lightly squeezed, letting her squirm a little before letting go.

Cheryl shakes her head and gasps. "Down. Touch me. Please." She grinds her hips up to meet his. Moaning at the friction from his bulge. She grips at his hair and brings one of her hands down just above her heat.

Jughead smiled before shoving her hand away and plunging two fingers into her. "Your wish is my command." He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers as he pumped his fingers, twisting them every so often.

Cheryl moans against his lips and pulls him closer. Her nails scratching at his back as she tries to grind on his fingers.

Jughead groaned, leaving her lips to press kisses along her neck again. He pressed his thumb to her clit, adding another finger.

Cheryl lets out a whine and grinds down on his hand as she's gripping at his hair and arching against him.

Jughead left another mark on her neck before leaning forward and nibbling across her jawline. "Come for me. Come for me, baby girl." He pressed a light kiss to her lips, smirking a little.

"Fuck. Jug." Cheryl's panting now as she feels herself gets close. Her needy hands grab at his boxers and she shakes her head. "No. Want you. Please. I need more."

Jughead paused, staring down at her. "Alright, if you want." He kissed her once quickly, pulling his hand from her and licking his fingers clean. "Sweet," he said with a wink.

She groans as she watches him lick his fingers and her needy hands wander below his waistline to cup him through his boxers.

Jughead let out a loud groan when she touched him. He blushed slightly. "I, uh...you might wanna...I've never had...." He coughed, looking away from her face.

Cheryl grins at his flustered face and kisses his cheek. "It's alright, Jug. We can go at your pace. No need to be embarrassed." She takes her hand away and moves it back to his shoulder.

Jughead shook his head, still blushing. "No, it's fine. I just....probably would've..." He looked up, inhaling through his nose as he flushed brighter. "I probably would've nutted."

Cheryl lets out a small laugh and kisses him. "Well that was the aim. But I'm hoping you'll do it once you fucked me." She whispers in his ear as her hands travel slowly back down.

Jughead groaned again. "Fuck." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers again, smiling a little. He tugged his boxers down, clumsily getting them off.

Cheryl leans back and licks her lips as he pulls off his boxers. "Just saying, I'm definitely going to suck you off when we go to the movies later. Fuck." She kisses him and drags him closer.

Jughead let out his loudest mom yet at her words, gently biting on her lower lip. "You say that like you want me to come all over you right now. That being said, I look forward to it." He leans back and rummages through his jeans before he found a condom.

Cheryl bats her eyelashes and smiles sweetly. "You can of you want. Maybe another time?" She brings her hand down to touch herself while watching him search for the condom.

Jughead smiled and shook his head. He grabbed the condom and ripped it open. He rolled it on, clearly not an expert. Jughead turned his attention back to Cheryl and let out a low growl. He moved between her legs again, shoving her hand out of the way. "That's my job," he growled into her ear.

She brings her hand to his face. "Wanna taste?" She grins and kisses his jaw.

Jughead grinned, sucking on her fingers. He pulled back, smile still on his face. "Sweet as ever, princess."

She whines at the nickname and brings him in for a kiss. "How do you want to do this, Jones? Fuck against the bed or have me ride you?" She whispers as she kisses down his jaw.

Jughead groaned again, shaking his head slightly. "God, both sound good. Which would you prefer?" He nibbled on her neck. "Id love to watch your expressions as I fuck you into the mattress and break this headboard." He pressed another light kiss to her jawline. "Of course, id also love to watch you bounce on top of me. I'm sure the view is great. So there's no downside for me."

Cheryl digs her nails into his shoulder and groans. "Fuck me. Please. We can do the other thing later."

Jughead grinned. "Point taken." He guided himself into her, letting out a loud moan as he slid all the way in. He kissed her jawline again, moving down her neck.

She moans as he fills her up and tugs at his hair. "Move. Move. Please."

Jughead moaned again, louder, before pulling back and thrusting forward, setting up the fastest rhythm he could keep up with. "Fuck, Cheryl." He groaned into the crook of her neck

Cheryl's grip on his back tightens as he thrusts into her. Moans fall out her mouth. "Fuck."

"I am," Jughead responded, biting down and leaving her another mark. He panted slightly, putting one hand on her hip to keep them down.

Cheryl moans louder with him pushing her hips down. "Jug." She's tugging at his hair and leaving scratch marks on his back as he fucks her. "Harder. Please"

05/31/2017

Jughead obeyed her command, burying his face in her neck. "Fuck, Cheryl. I'm- close." He grunted.

Cheryl whines and moans out his name. "Jug. Please."

Jughead reached one hand down, pressing against her clit as he dipped his head down to press open mouthed kisses across her breasts.

She moans loudly and grips at his back. Grinding up to meet him. "Fuck Jug."

Jughead let out a loud moan, coming inside the condom. His hips stuttered and his face flushed with embarrassment. He kept thrusting, continuing his assault on her tits. "Say my name again, baby girl. Show everyone who you belong to."

"Oh Jug." She moans loudly as she feeling him cum and cums shortly after while blinking back stars. She pulls him up for a kiss after.

Jughead smiled into the kiss, pulling back after a moment. "So. I hope that wasn't TOO terrible. I am- well, was a virgin." He smiled at her, pressing a light kiss to her nose.

She lets out small laugh. "Eh it was okay." She pokes her tongue and pushes him off her. "Take care of the condom and then I want cuddles."

Jughead laughed, throwing the condom away in the first trash can he saw. "I guess I'll have to practice then." He walked back to the bed, pushing Cheryl over so he could lay next to her. "You definitely are needy," he commented, kissing her cheek. "But I can't complain. I am too."

She laughs when he pushes her. "As long as you're practicing with me." She runs one hand through his crazy hair and pulls him closer. "You haven't seen needy yet."

Jughead raised an eyebrow, still smiling. "Of course I'd practice with you. You clearly know what you're doing. And yes, I mean the innuendo." He lightly kissed her nose again. "Then show me needy."

She swats him away. "Stop kissing my nose. You'll make me giggle and I don't giggle." She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer, grabs his arms to wrap them around her, turned them around and climbs into his lap. "As for needy. You haven't unlocked that level yet, jones."

Jughead smiled at her, resting his hands on her hips. He pressed multiple kisses to her nose and then across the rest of her face. "What do I have to do to unlock needy? I've already done you~"

Cheryl lets out a giggle when he kisses her face. "See! I told you to stop." She leans in and kisses his lips. "Dates and lots of them. You may have done me but we still have dates to do."

Jughead grinned. "Your giggle is adorable. You should do it more often. And trust me, I definitely plan on dates. Speaking of which, didn't we have one planned today?"

Cheryl rolls her eyes. "We did. The movies. I believe we were going to fool around in the back row?" She glances around her. "How about we stay and just watch a movie here? I don't really want to get completely dressed again. Or we can talk? We never finished 20 questions." She kisses against his jaw line as she speaks.

Jughead makes a content humming noise when she kisses his jawline. "That sounds more than fine to me. You get to ask me something." He glanced down at her, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin.

Cheryl moves her hair behind her and glances up at him. "Hm. How do you deal with not having your family together? I know it's not a happy question.."

Jughead's lips parted and he blinked. He was definitely not expecting that. He cleared his throat before starting. "Well...I don't. Not really. I just...have to keep telling myself that it isn't my fault, it isn't my problem. I have to remember that my friends are my family now. That you're my family. It...doesn't work all the time, granted. I still hate myself over it. I couldn't keep them together, couldn't keep everything from falling apart. But I try. I have to just focus on getting through school in one piece because its my ticket out of here. My chance to start fresh somewhere else, find people that...that want me." His eyes were damp and he glanced away from Cheryl, blinking the tears away. He refused to admit that he was about to cry.

Cheryl frowns and places her hand on his check, pulling his gaze back to her. "I'm sorry I brought it up, Jughead. But I'm here now and I want you to be my family. I never really knew what Family meant. It was usually just me and Jason. Even then, they would take Jason to all these places and I was sent to summer camps or stayed home with Nana. When Jason died, I lost all hope in family or even friends. Jason was.. everything to me. And I don't think that's something that's going to go away. At least not any time soon. It's just. I don't know. I'm sorry for upsetting you. I always upset people." A few tears few from her cheeks as she buried her face into his neck.

Jughead shook his head. "No, no, you have nothing to apologize for." His tone was stern and almost demanding. "Nothing. It's just a sensitive topic. And I'm not used to actually talking about it. I don't... I don't talk much. About myself. But I don't mind, if you really want to know." He pressed a kiss to her temple, his hand rubbing moving up to rub her back. "And I'm sorry about that. That sucks literal ass. Your family is shitty. They aren't family. They're just people that happened to have custody of you. You're free now, though. I'm here for you." He slowly rocked back and forth, hoping that he was calming her down.

Cheryl wipes her tears and leans into him. "You'll be my family right? And I'll be ours? And we'll both care for each other?" Cheryl mumbles, slightly scared he'd say no. Red tint on her cheeks from opening up to him.

Jughead wrapped both arms around her, kissing the top of her head. He was touched that she cared that much about him but he refrained from teasing her. "Of course. I wouldn't want it any other way." He smiled a little before adding: "you know, I finally got you to blush."

She huffs and rolls her eyes but has a smile on her face. "Way the ruin the moment, Forsythe." She blushes a little more. "Anyways, next question is yours."

Jughead just smiles at her expression, kissing the top of her head. "You love it." He leaned back a little, tapping his chin in fake thought. "Hmm. What do I want to know about you." He looked back down at her. "What's your dirtiest secret?"

She giggles and rolls her eyes. "What do you mean by dirty?" She raises a brow at him

Jughead just looked down at her. "Deepest darkest secret." He said, wiggling his eyebrows before laughing a little. "Or, you know, smuttiest. I won't complain either way," he said with a wink.

Cheryl laughs. "Hm. I'm actually a dork. I'm a huge fan of comics." She shrugs. "Only Jason knew that. No one else was allow to know that."

Jughead fake gasped, letting go of Cheryl with one hand to put it over his heart. "You?? A dork?? Never. I can't even imagine it. No way." He paused, dropping the teasing tone. "You're my dork, though. I'll keep it a secret." He smiled gently at her.

Cheryl grinned up at him and laughs. "You better!" She kisses him and then pulls away. "Next question! Is it weird being with me? Like in general. I don't usually show this side of myself." She shrugs. "I'm more asking if you like this side of me, I guess.."

Jughead raised an eyebrow before smiling. "Of course I do. It's not weird being with you. Not at all. I'm actually really enjoying getting to know you, Cheryl Blossom. Besides, when was the last time you ever saw me smile more than two times in one day? Without it being sarcastic? You've made me smile more than I have all month. So, there that."

Cheryl laughs. "I thought it was because we just had sex." She shrugs.

Jughead laughed and shook his head. "Nah. I mean, it helped but...I'm kidding, by the way. I'm not dating you for sex. It's just a nice bonus. I'm dating you because I like you, Cheryl. The real you." He paused before asking his question. "So how do you feel now that you're dating the Freak of Riverdale? Am I as grotesque as I seem?" His voice was teasing, but he was slightly worried

She sighs and leans her head on his shoulder. She grabs one of his hands and plays with his fingers as she speaks. "Truthfully, I'm just as much a freak as you are. I'm just.. louder about it. I get more attention. Most of the time I have girls yelling at me and boys trying to feel me up. But I put on this mask to show everyone the Cheryl Blossom they all know. When it reality, I'm just like you. So I don't think it would be any different. In fact, no." She pulls her head up and looks at him. "Its better than some stupid jock. All they want is sex. If you were one of them, you would have left me already. I can't have these conversations with them and I don't want too." She takes a deep breath before leaning back against him. "I feel good about us. I feel happy. For the first time in a really long time." She giggles. "And you may be a pig in some parts but overall I like this Jughead."

Jughead smiled before laughing at the end of her speech. "I was ready to tell you about how much I love and care for you but then you had to go and call me a pig." He teased her, still smiling. "I'm glad, though. I feel good about us, too. You deserve a lot more than what you got, Cheryl, and I'm going to try to give you as much as I can. We will be a freak power couple. We can totally dominate the school. The world, even. And then," Jughead kissed her nose, loving the way she smiled when he did, "we can do what we want. I can try and make up for all those lost summers you had. I'll try, Cherry." He pulled away from her a little, scanning her face to see if she was judging his speech. He chewed his lip, looking more vulnerable than he wanted to.

Cheryl was speechless. Someone wanted to be with her. Make her happy. She didn't know what to think. "You know this is technically our first date and already you're making these promises of a long time and that you care for me and you make Cheryl Blossom speechless. What am I supposed to say to that?" She gives him a small gentle smile that no one has ever since and kisses him.

Jughead happily kissed back, threading his fingers in her long hair before pulling back. "That's a pretty good response right there. I'll take that." He grinned. "But, I mean, I'd like to stick around for s while. If you want me to, of course. And don't worry, Blossom. There'll be plenty more dates after this one."

She laughs. "After all this talk? You will die before you can leave me. You know too much." She rolls her eyes. "Of Course I want you around and if all the dates make me feel this happy, you are never leaving me sight."

Jughead smiled. "Well, I mean, I'll try my best to keep my princess happy. Do you wanna throw clothes on and watch a shitty lifetime movie and hush about how much we love each other? I'll let you wear my shirt." He pressed a few warm kisses to her neck with another small smile.

She lets out a giggle and climbs out of lap. She looks around and grabs his shirt, pulling it on to her body. "What do you think?" She does a twirl and accidentally flashed her butt as she did.

Jughead smirked, leaning back a little. "I'm liking the view. You should wear my clothes more often. " He stood up, grabbing his boxers and tugging them on. "I think you might look better in it than I do." He commented, looking her up and down.

She grins up at him and goes to the dresser to pull out a pair of underwear. "Should I bother?" She looks back him.

Jughead titled his head, smirk still on his face. "You that needy for me? I guess it depends on if you're up for round two. I'm sure there are a few places left on you that I didn't mark."

She gapes for a minute and then drops the underwear back in the dresser. "No sense in dirtying those."

Jughead laughed, shaking his head. "You're so easy to fluster. It's cute."

A small blush rises to her cheeks as she shakes her head. "Lets watch that movie, yeah?"

Jughead smiled. "Of course. What do you want to watch? Warning: I will judge you just a little bit." His tone was back to being light and teasing.

She waves him off. "I'm kinda in the mood for a shitty horror. Pulp Fiction? Ooo or we can just watch the Breakfast club." She finishes with a teasing tone.

"Pulp Fiction works for me. I don't need to watch the Breakfast Club. I'm living it." Jughead said with an easy smile.

"Good!" She drags him out into the living room and makes her way to the stacks of DVDs.

Jughead laughed at her eagerness, flopping down onto the couch. "You'd better hope we have the house to ourselves for a while. I'd love to explain what I'm doing here, practically naked, on the Mayor's couch." He kept up his teasing but was admiring the view he got when she bent over.

She looks back to see his eyes on her ass and rolls her eyes. "Yeah. Mayor McCoy is outta town for the week and Josie is at Val's. The Pussycats are working on new songs for their next gig so they have sleepovers those nights. So we're all good." She grabs the DVD and puts it and climbs back into Jughead's lap.

Jughead flushed slightly at being caught, mumbling a small "you can't blame me, you have a nice ass" as his excuse. He wrapped his arms around her as soon as she sat down. "And good. We're alone." He pressed a light kiss to the side of her neck, resting his chin on her shoulder.

She giggles and moves around to make herself comfortable. "Will you stay the night? That way I'm not alone in this house."

Jughead let out a groan of half annoyance and half lust, grabbing her hips to keep her still. "Of course. Can't let my baby girl get lonely."

Cheryl lets out a little hum at the nickname and glances down at his hands on her waist keeping her still then back at his face. "Oh you pig." She laughs, teasingly.

Jughead snorts. "Not my fault you're sitting right on my dick without underwear. If anything, you're the one to blame for my misery."

She wiggles her hips some more with a giggle. "Oops? Do you want me to say sorry??"

Jughead groaned again, burying his face into the crook of her neck to hide his embarrassment. After a few moments, he pulled his head up slightly to speak right next to her ear, voice husky. "Yes. I want you to apologize on your knees and fix the problem you're causing."

She lets out a small whine and then grinds her ass against his lap. "And how exactly do you want it? A simple I'm sorry? Or something more?" She turns and gives you an innocent smile.

Jughead raised an eyebrow at her, squeezing her hips slightly. "I think you know what I want. I want you to suck my dick with that pretty little mouth of yours." Jughead himself turned a light shade of pink as the vulgar words left his lips,  since he had never actually gotten a blowjob before.

She almost purrs when he says it. She slid onto the floor and blinks up at him as her hands grabbed at his thighs and worked their way up. "Oh? You want my mouth as an apology?" She bats her eyelashes at him.

Jughead flushed an ever darker red. "Yes." He said, voice far more confident than he felt. "You seem very comfortable on your knees, kitten. Lots of experience?"

Cheryl's eyes stay trained on his face as one of her hands skimmed his bulge. She shifts and pushes her thighs together at the nickname. "Oh Jug. I might have experience on my knees but you look you're going explode." She pushes herself up a little and leans over his lap to whisper up at him. "Don't worry, you'll get plenty of practice. Just try to hold it until I have your dick in my mouth. You got to taste me either now I want to taste you."

Jughead let out a groan, letting his head fall back to hit the top of the couch. "Goddamn." He said, looking back over at her. "Enough teasing. Do something, doll, I'm getting impatient." He figured that that sounds better than "I'm about to cum and I want to wait until you actually touch me."

Cheryl licks her lips and almost purrs as she pulls his boxers down reveal his hard on. Her hand wraps around his cock and slowly drags up and down. Her mouth almost watering.

Jughead let out a loud groan. "Cheryl, you fucking tease, move fucking faster." He tangled one hand in her hair, pushing her towards his dick, digging his nails slightly into her scalp.

Cheryl pushed her thighs together, feeling herself getting wet. She lets out a moan and licks a stripe up the side of his dick. She lets out a small whine and wraps her lips around the tip of his dick, moaning again when she tastes precum.

Jughead lets out a small whine, instantly trying to push her head down before pulling her back up. "Fuck, Cheryl, keep making noises. So fucking sexy," he panted.

Cheryl moans against his dick and starts to move up and down. She grabs his hand and tightens it around her hair and helps him guide her up and down.

Jughead immediately digs his nails into her again. "Fuck, shit, close," he moaned breathlessly, hips bucking up into her mouth.

Using her hand to guide her, she moves faster and moaning as he bucks his hips up.

Jughead let out a loud moan of her name, hips stuttering as he came. His hand in her hair relaxed , fingers slightly tangled in her hair.

She looked up at him and watched him as he came in her mouth. Pulling away, she swallowed all with a smirk on her face and licked her lips. "Yummy."

Jughead grinned, still panting slightly, and very red in the face. He fully let go of her, biting his lip to try and keep the stupid smile off his face. "I have to say, you're good at what you do, Blossom."

She grins and looks up at him from the floor. "Yeah? What can I say? Us Blossoms know how to please." She gasps lightly when she shifty to get off her knees and looks down at her thighs. "Fuck." She could feel herself dripping from how turned on she was.

Jughead raised an eyebrow at her. "You got that wet...just from sucking me off? Damn, Cheryl. Want me to help?" His voice became a low purr, nothing but suggestive tones laced in his words. "Only to repay you, of course. I have to clean up the mess that I made." He smirked a little at her.

Cheryl lets out a small whine and nods with a small pout on her face. "Please Daddy." Her eyes full of mischief but her face innocent. "Can't make a mess on the floor."

Jughead blinked, looking surprised before his expression turned lustful again. "Of course, baby girl. Come here. Wanna ride Daddy's thigh?" He purred out, extending a hand toward her to pull her to him.

Cheryl took his hand to pull herself up and straddle his thigh. Moaning as the skin touched her heat. She tangles her hands in his hair.

Jughead let out a quiet moan of his own at how wrecked and needy she looked already. He tensed his thigh, gripping her hips tightly and sliding her back and forth, feeling her wetness drip down his leg. "You're so fucking wet, baby girl. Did Daddy's cock make you this needy?"

She lets out a broken "yes daddy." As she grinds down on his thigh while her head is against his shoulder. Panting and whining as she feels her get even more soaked with his words.

Jughead let go of one of her hips in order to trail his hand up her body and fighting grope her boob through the shirt she was wearing. "You're such a naughty girl, Cheryl. Imagine if your friends could see you now. Soaked and begging for pleasure." He growled, jerking his thigh up slightly. "Come for me, baby girl. Make a mess."

Cheryl's whining and grinding down on his thigh. She moans when he gropes her. "Daddy" she whines as she arches against him and reaches down to touch herself.

Jughead doesn't stop her from touching herself this time. Instead, he focused on running his hands across her upper body under and on top of the shirt. "You look so pretty when you're wrecked. Come for me, princess."

Cheryl speeds up her actions and touches herself in all the right places while grinding down on his thigh. She was getting desperate now and pushing herself against him. Moaning, whining and panting as she feels herself cumming all over his thigh and moaning "daddy" over and over again.

Jughead smirked, feeling her cum all over him. He lifted his leg a little bit to try and keep it off of the couch. "There you go, princess," he said smugly, kissing the top of her head. "D'you need a washcloth or something? I can go grab one." His voice was far more innocent now, almost nervous.

Cheryl nods and goes to get off Jughead but grabs his shoulder before she could fall. "I don't know if my legs will work right now." Her voice soft but cracked. "Can you grab one?"

Jughead blinked, easily setting Cheryl next to him on the couch. "Of course. Where your bathroom?" He smiled, though, unable to help his pride. "So was I better than okay this time?" He lightly teased her, standing up and waiting for her directions.

She rolls her eyes and points to the hall. "Second on the left. And I'm pretty I did most of the work, asshole." Her voice light. "And get me a glass of water too!"

Jughead laughed. "I know, that was the plan. You sure seemed into it though." He walked towards the bathroom, imitating her moans. "Daddy, daddy!" He pictured her rolling her eyes again, the same exasperated smile on her face. "Pretty sure all the neighbors know about your kink, now." His tone stayed light as he grabbed the damp washcloth, walking into the kitchen next.

"Well you enjoyed it too, Daddy." She teases. No shame from her. "Good. They'll think it was Josie or the Mayor." She laughs.

Jughead shuddered before pouring her glass of water. "Please never make me think about the Mayor's sex life. For all we know, she got laid on the couch you're laying on." He walked back into the room, handing her the glass and the washcloth.

Cheryl takes the water and drinks some before using the washcloth to clean up the mess. "I already know she has. So has Josie." She shrugs with a smile.

Jughead's nose crinkled. "Gross. Didn't need to know that." He absently played with her hair, twirling it around his fingers. "This couch has gotten more action than me," he added suddenly, voice contemplative.

Cheryl leans into him as she finishes off the water and places the glass on the side table. "Well. Yeah right now it has. But if we're going to be together for a while, you'll catch up." She kisses his jaw and rests her head on his shoulder.

Jughead laughed, wrapping one arm around her. "I can tell. You certainly have a libido, darling." He continued playing with her hair, leaning his head on hers. "I'm definitely not complaining, though, for once."

"And you'll just have to work up to lasting longer." She teases gently and snuggles together. "Also if you tell anyone, we're cuddling right now, I'll burn that hat of yours." She says sweetly but seriously.

Jughead let out a small hum or acknowledgement before looking down at her in shock. "You wouldn't dare touch my hat," he said seriously, eyes narrowing. He was teasing but was very protective of his hat. "You're mean but you aren't that mean."

She grins up at him and shakes her head. "Nope. But.. I might steal from you." With that, she runs towards the room to go grab it, giggling.

"Like hell you will, Cheryl Blossom!" Jughead half-yells, running after her. "You do not touch my hat! It is my child."

"We're family now! I can touch it if I want." She stops at the doorway to look for it and then spots in by the bed. "It's mine now!"

Jughead shook his head, skidding almost into the door frame in his haste. He grabbed Cheryl by the waist before she could grab his hat, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. "As long as we're taking what belongs to us," he teased.

She giggles and hits his butt. "Put me down!" She tries to twist in his grip. "I want the hat!"

Jughead just laughed, turning and walking back towards the living room. "Sorry. No can do, princess. You need to earn the right to touch my hat."

She let out a small playful growl. "And sucking your dick wasn't enough?"

Jughead let out another laugh, turning slightly pink. "Apparently not. Some things take time." He dropped her onto the couch, flopping down mostly on top of her.

She squeals when she's dropped into the couch and then laughs as he flops on top of her. "Jug. You're heavy!"

"Hmm. I don't think so." He leaned up to press light, warm kisses across her jawline, down her neck, and back up. "You're just making things up."

She laughs. "Don't get me turned on again, Jones. We still haven't watched that movie." Her hands tangle themselves in his hair

Jughead moved back a little, putting his hands on either side of her head. "Not trying to turn you on." He said innocently before letting himself fall back on top of her, nuzzling his face into her neck. "I'll watch the movie but I'm staying on top of you." His lips brushed against her warm skin, curving up slightly as he talked.

She tries not to arch against him or moan at how sensitive her neck is and turns to the tv. "Fine. Whatever."

Jughead woke up several hours later, extremely confused. He pulled back from Cheryl quickly, blinking away sleep, before he realized where he was.

Cheryl yawns and stretches when she feels something move off her. She blinks a couple times before she opens her eyes.

Jughead smiled, leaning down to pepper kisses across her face until she woke up completely.

She lets out a giggle as she feels his lips on her face and slowly opens her eyes to see him above her. "Take a picture. They last longer."

"Nah, I'd rather just wake up to this from now on." He pressed one last kiss to her cheek before settling back down against her chest. "What do you want to do with the rest of the day?"

She blushes at his comment and then clears her throat. "You know. I'm kinda hungry."

Jughead smiled at her blush, glad that he could invoke such a reaction. "Me too. I'm always hungry. What do you want to eat?"

"Hmmm. Pops? Since I'm not with my mother anymore. I could totally eat a burger." She licks her lips at the thought.

Jughead grinned. "I'm always up for Pop's." Reluctantly he stood up, stretching out as he did so. "Unfortunately that means we have to get dressed."

She looks down and blushes that she's still just wearing Jug's shirt. "Yeah. Probably a good idea. Although.. we could order a pizza and stay like this?"

Jughead looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. "I'm fine either way. It's up to you." He flopped back down on the end of the couch, keeping his eyes on Cheryl.

She leans over and kisses him. "Do you think we should go to Pops? I mean can you keep your hands off me? No one else knows about us."

Jughead sighed dramatically, pulling Cheryl closer to him. "I dunno, Cheryl. It really depends on whether you can keep your hands off me. Besides, people will talk enough about the two of us eating together anyway." He shrugged. "But I'm game."

Cheryl runs her hand up his chest, thinking. "I dunno if I can." She straddles his lap and kisses his jaw as her nails rake down his chest. "We can go to Pops." With a peck on the lips she climbs off him and makes her way to the bedroom.

Jughead stared at her, quickly following. "You know, that's not such a bad thing. At least people will know you're mine." His tone was light but he smiled a little saying it.

She grins back at him before grabbing some underwear. "Yeah that won't be hard, considering the marks you left."

Jughead laughed, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on. "You didn't seem to mind when I left them."

She flushes and laughs. "My neck happens to be very... sensitive."

Jughead grinned, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her from behind, pressing a light kiss to one of the darker marks. "I can tell. And unfortunately I'm going to have to take this," he tugged on the edge of her shirt, "back. Unless you want me walking into Pop's not wearing a shirt?"

She turns in his arms and smirks. "Maybe I do." She kisses his jaw. "If you want the shirt, you'll have to take it off me." And she pulls him in for a kiss.

Jughead groaned quietly, sliding his hands up the back of her shirt. He pulled back not long after though, not wanting to start something again. "Gladly." He quickly tugged the shirt off of her, eyes roaming her bare chest. "Looks like I left plenty more marks."

Cheryl growls at him pulling away and then whine when he pulls off the shirt. She looks down and blushes at all the marks he left. "Asshole." She mumbles as she goes to search for something to wear

Jughead just laughed, shaking his head before pulling his shirt on. It smelled like her perfume and, while he didn't appreciate smelling so feminine, it was comforting. "Ah, you know you love me. Wear something low cut. Show off all those hickies." He winked at her before continuing. "On second thought, don't. I definitely won't be able to keep my hands off you."

She smirks and pulls on a short red dress with a low cut. "How this?" She twirls for him,

Jughead let out a quiet groan, walking over to her and putting his hands on her hips. "You're trying to kill me."

She kisses his jaw. "If I was trying to kill you, you'd know." She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer. "So, am I wearing this to Pops? Do I look good?"

Jughead smiled. "You always look good, baby girl. But now? Good enough to eat." He gave her a quick kiss.

Cheryl flushes and nods quickly. "So are we going to Pops or are you going to stand and tease me, telling me how delicious I look?"

Jughead pulled away from her, grabbing his beanie off the bed and putting it on. "We're going to Pop's. I plan on showing you how delicious you look later."

She blinks then grins. "Okay! Let's go. I want a milkshake too." She walks past him but snatches the beanie of his head and places it on her. "There. I'm ready." With that, leaves the bedroom to grab her shoes.

Jughead snorted, grabbing his shoes and shoving them on before following her out of the room. "You're lucky you're worth it."

She grins and pulls on her heels and adjusts the beanie on her head. "Of Course I'm worth it."

Jughead smiled, kissing her temple and grabbing her hand. "Like L'Oreal?" He paused for a second, shaking his head. "Forget I said that. Let's go. I'm ready to show off my hot girlfriend."

She laughs and walks out the door. "You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot. And you love me." Jughead insisted, more for his own reassurance than anything. He laced their fingers together, shutting the door behind them.

She rolls her eyes but squeezes his hand. "Do I though?" Her voice lovely and lightly teasing.

"I'm pretty sure," Jughead responded, smiling at her even though he wasn't joking.

She leans and gives him a firm kiss. "Yes. I do. There's no 'pretty sure' about it."

Jughead smiled again, biting his lip to try and contain it. "I'm glad. I love you too. I just..." He swallowed, shaking his head and swinging their hands a few times instead of finishing.

She looks up at him and decides to drop the subject but smiles. "So, To Pops?"

Jughead grinned. "Of course. Gotta treat my girl right. You deserve food if you can put up with me."

"Good cause after all that exercise, I'm hungry." She winks at him.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Ah, well. We can continue later if you want. I could give you something else to eat," his tone was light and teasing, not super serious.

"You sure you want Pops? Cause I'll do a pizza and no clothes too?" She says at she looks back at the door. She gives him a grin.

Jughead smirked. "You love to tease me, don't you. Alright, that sounds good to me if you're up for it."

She gives him a sly smirk and grabs his shirt, pulling him closer. "Only if I get to wear your shirt again after." She lets him go. "And You did promise to show me just how delicious I looked.."

Jughead turned pink, grabbing the girl's waist. "Of course. I might let you ride me in it, if you're lucky." He ran his hands down to her ass and thighs and then back up, leaning his head to talk in her ear. "How's that sound?"

She lets out an embarrassing whine and then blushes a little. "Jug. We're still outside..." when she feels his hands on her ass.

Jughead laughed, pulling his hands off of her. "Yeah, we are. You know, I'm still hungry." He kissed her cheek, pulling back from her completely, raking his eyes across her body. "Wanna guess what I'm hungry for?"

She pushes her thighs together and tries to smirk. "Pizza?"

Jughead shook his head, smirking again. "Nah. Two more guesses."

She whines and pulls on his shirt. "Can't we just go inside and you can tell me?"

Jughead laughed again, taking one of her hands in his own and tugging her towards the door. "Sorry, doll. Not how it works. You have to guess. I have to say, I am enjoying the neediness."

"I don't wanna guess." She growls and kisses him once they reach the door.

Jughead quickly opened the door, pulling her through it with him and pushing her up against the door once it was closed. "Come on, baby girl. Humour me."

She whines and pulls him closer. "And if I get it wrong?" She was Breathless and turned on.

"Well, doll. I guess I'll have to punish you," he growled into her ear, pushing his thigh between her legs. "Maybe I'll take you out in public like this. I won't touch you for hours. Make you squirm."

Cheryl moaned. "Please Jug." She grabbed at his shirt as she squirmed against him, whining.

Jughead pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, pulling away slightly. "I'm tempted to just leave you like this." His hands roamed her body, landing on the backs of her thighs. "Jump, baby girl."

She wraps her arms around his neck and jumps, wrapping her legs around his torso and moaning when she feels his bulge against her.

Jughead pressed her against the wall, grinding his hips into hers. "Couch, bedroom or right here against the wall? Or all three?" He pressed his lips back against her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses.

She moans and then smirks. "I don't think you could do all three. In fact I don't think you could fuck me against the wall." She grinds back just as hard.

Jughead groaned, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. "Babe, you don't have to point out my lack of stamina. And is that a challenge?" He rolled his hips into hers. "I assure you I can do all three. And fuck you against this wall."

Cheryl gasps as she feels him get harder. "Well practice does make perfect and i would love to see you try." She kisses and bites a hickey into his neck

Jughead let out a loud groan, hips instinctively bucking into hers. "Fuck, Cheryl." He figured that he would probably drop her if they stayed so he grabbed her thighs again, stepping back and walking towards the couch.

Cheryl moans when he grabs at her and continues to grind on him while marking up his neck and whining his name.

Jughead turned, sitting on the couch with Cheryl in his lap. He let out a whine as she marked his neck, one of his hands tangling in her hair.

She groans and grabs his hair and pulls his head to the side so she could bite at his neck. She moves his other hand to her ass and pushes herself against him.

Jughead let out a louder moan, tugging at her hair. "Fuck, get this thing off," he growled, tugging at her dress.

She pulls away and pulls the dress over her head before kissing him and tugging at his shirt. "Off."

Jughead pulled away, tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere. His hands immediately moved, one grabbing her ass and the other tangling in her hair to pull her into a kiss.

She moans into the kiss and grinds against him, tugging on his hair

Jughead groaned against her mouth, lightly biting on her lower lip as he squeezed her ass again, hips bucking up to meet hers.

Cheryl's whining and squirming on him. Feeling his bulge against him. She  breaks the kiss and moans out his name when he bites her lip.

He grabbed one of her hands, running it down his chest and towards his bulge. "Keep making those pretty noises," he half purred, kissing her neck.

She palms him through his jeans as she's whining and grinding on him. "Jug. More. I need more."

Jughead moaned loudly, pushing her up slightly so he could unzip his jeans and pull them off. He yanked her back onto his lap, one hand slipping beneath her panties. "Of course, princess."

Cheryl moans loudly into his neck as she continues to palm him through his boxers while grinding against his hand.

"Fuck," Jughead panted, slipping two fingers into her at once, moaning at how wet she was.

She almost crumbles when he pushes his fingers inside her but she grabs his shoulder and grinds down on them as she pulls down his boxers and licks her lips as she letting out moans.

Jughead lets out a stream of groans, pumping his fingers into her and trying to buck into her hand. "Please, Cheryl, do something."

She moans, biting at his shoulder. She wraps her hand around his dick and slowly fastens her pace around it. She whines. "Jug I need you inside me. Please." Her last few words coming out broken.

"Fuck, okay," Jughead panted, ripping her underwear off of her and pulling her down onto him. He moaned loudly, curses leaving his lips.

She grinds down on him, moaning before pulling herself up and back down on him to get some friction.

Jughead thrusted upward to meet her, hands flying to her hips to help her move. "Shit, just like that," he said breathlessly.

She continues to ride him and meeting his thrusts, she moans. "Fuck. Harder Jug." Her moans slowly turning into whines as she gets needy.

Jughead slammed her down, thrusting as hard as he could. "Cheryl, 'm close," he panted.

She tries to meet his thrusts while also trying to grind on him. She takes one of her hands from his hair and reaches down to touch herself when she rides him. Her Moans getting louder. "Close. Oh my god. Jug. Please." Her voice rough.

Jughead came hard, hips stuttering up as he panted through his release. He kept thrusting, trying to get her to orgasm. "Cum for me, baby girl. You look so pretty when you cum."

Cheryl moans loudly when she feels him cum and grinds down on him as she came. She said His name over and over as she rides her way through her orgasm. Resting her head on his shoulder when she finishes.

Jughead panted, a light sheen of sweat covering his body. He wrapped his arms around Cheryl, pressing a light kiss to her shoulder.

She leans into him as they catch their breath. "I knew you couldn't fuck me against the wall." She teasing. Her voice still rough from moaning.

Jughead sighed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, well, give me a break. I was a virgin until earlier. You're lucky I know how to do anything," his voice was teasing, though slightly husky from use.

She giggles at his voice. "Well You definitely don't fuck like one." She kisses his jaw. "But don't get to cocky with that."

Jughead raised an eyebrow. "A little late for that." He picked her up and set her next to him, tilting his head onto her shoulder. "You love it, though."

She laughs and rolls her eyes. "Idiot. Yes I do." She wraps her arms around him.

Jughead grinned, turning to press a light kiss to the corner of her jaw. "Good. By the way we forgot to use a condom."

She nods. "I know. I can feel your cum seeping out of me." She laughs. "We probably should get cleaned up so I don't make a mess everywhere."

Jughead groaned halfheartedly. "It'd take so much energy to actually walk to the bathroom. But fine, if that's what you want. Shower?" He offered, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I would say bath.. but knowing us, it might just turn into around round of sex. So shower it is, since you can't fuck me against a wall yet." She winks as she slowly gets up, trying not to make a mess.

Jughead sighed, standing up and walking towards the bathroom. "That was a low blow, Blossom. I'm just not super coordinated with, like, holding people and fucking them at the same time." He shrugged, turning to look at her.

She giggles and follows him to the bathroom. "I said yet! You'll get there. Especially if you're stuck with me."

Jughead grinned, turning the shower on. "I have a feeling you'll be a great teacher." He turned to wink at her, taking her hand and lightly tugging her into the shower with him.

She squeals with the water hits her skin and moves closer to him. "I don't know.. you're already a bit of a natural. You sure you were a virgin?" She steps back into the water and turns away from him to wet her face.

Jughead smiled, admiring her. "Yeah, very sure. No one really wants to sleep with a freak. And, of course, no one was worth my time. Before you."

She turns and looks over her shoulder. "Well it turns out the Queen wanted to sleep with the Freak. Many times." She gives him a smile before wetting her hair and reach over to pull him under the water.

Jughead hummed slightly in agreement, leaning down to kiss her forehead before letting the water wash over him. "The Queen has slept with the Freak many times," he pointed out with a small smile. "Well, more than once."

"And she plans on sleeping with him even more." She winks at him before putting some shampoo in her hair.

Jughead laughed, grabbing the soap and rubbing it gently across Cheryl's torso. "Well, I certainly hope she would."

She looks down at his hands and raises a brow. "Are we washing each other now?" She takes some of the soap in her hands and drags it down his chest.

Jughead shrugged slightly. "Might as well. I'm just trying to help~" His voice was light, as close to happy as he got.

"Well, if you want to help. Get my back?" She winks, turns around and moves her hair out of the way.

"Of course," He said, rubbing his soapy hands up and down her back, pausing to rub her shoulders.

She moans lightly at his hands rubbing her shoulders and runs some water through her hair.

Jughead just smiled again, pulling his hands away from her. "Now, you have to return the favour." His voice stayed light as he turned around, gesturing towards his back.

"Of course I do." She gasps at his back once she turns around then laughs.

"Let me guess. I have claw marks everywhere?" He asked, sounding amused. "Can't blame me for that, kitten."

She's giggling now. "It looks like you've been mauled by an animal!"

"Well, fuck, man. You're lucky I basically never have to be shirtless." He twisted to look at her, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Maybe next time I won't let you touch me." He winked, grinning at her.

She gasps and blinks for a second but grinning. "if you say something like that, it better happen. " she winks and watches his chest.

Jughead laughed, raising an eyebrow. "I usually mean what I say, doll. You're into that though, aren't you? Getting pinned down?"

She smirks. "I'm into a lot of things. Getting pinned down? That might be one of them."

Jughead shook his head with a smile, pushing his damp hair back. "And the daddy kink. And clawing the ever living fuck out of my back, apparently."

She laughs. "Yes. I happen to like it rough. I didn't see you complaining though."

"There wasn't anything to complain about," he replied with a small smirk.

"Why? Cause I was on my knees dripping after giving you a blowjob when I called you daddy? Or cause you were fucking me so hard that I couldn't help clawing at you?" She says in an innocent voice.

Jughead's lips parted and his eyes widened for a moment before he regained his cool. "Damn straight." He reached around her, turning the water off. "You should show me the other stuff you're into some time. I'm eager to learn," he purred, voice soft but confident.

She gets closer to him and whispers in his ear. "I don't know if you can handle that stuff just yet." And leaves the shower.

Jughead was definitely intrigued. He stepped out of the shower, temporarily ignoring the fact that he was dripping water everywhere. "Oh, come on. I'm sure it isn't that intense. I just want to give my baby girl what she needs."

She turns and grins at him like her prey. "I know you do. But it'll have to be for another day." She grabs two towels and hands him one. "Now. Pizza?"

Jughead accepted the towel, starting to dry his hair. "Yeah, of course. I'm always hungry." He smiled at her. "And I seem to recall that a certain someone wanted my shirt?"

She wraps her hair in a towel and nods. "Yep! You order the pizza. Anything is good. I'm going to go steal your shirt." She walks out of the bathroom.

Jughead laughed, wrapping the towel around his waist and following her into the living room. "Does that mean I get to wear yours?" He teased, raising an eyebrow instead of smiling.

She rolls her eyes and she picks up his shirt and throws it on. "If you want to, but I doubt you'll fit." She laughs.

Jughead smiled, shaking his head. "Yeah, no, I'd rather not. We totally don't have the same sense of style." He kept with his light tone of voice as he pulled his phone out of his discarded jeans pocket.

She laughs and she goes to the kitchen to grab a drink to leave him to ordering the food.

Jughead called and ordered two pizzas before throwing his phone onto the couch. He dropped the towel and pulled his boxers on, joining his girlfriend in the kitchen afterward.

Cheryl climbed on the counter to grab a glass and turned when she heard footsteps. "Did you order it?"

"Yep. Two cheese pizzas." He smiled. "You know, you look good in that shirt. You should wear it to school." He commented, hoping that it went over well as he went to get a glass.

She sits down on the counter and looks at him. "What happened to us wanting to ease people into the idea?" She teases slightly.

Jughead rolled his eyes, walking over and putting an arm on either side of her legs. "So is that a no? Wow, Cheryl, you wound me." He teased, still hoping that she would. "It would be a break from the cliche. The cheerleader isn't dating the jock."

She wraps her arms around his neck. "I didn't say no." She kisses his jaw. "You know if you put some leather on, it would be a cheerleader falls for the bad boy cliche."

Jughead smiled when he felt her lips on his jaw. "You want to see me in leather? I have a nice surprise for you then. Of course, I might not be able to wear it now. Gotta avoid cliches, you know."

she smirks then blinks innocently at him. "You know leather happens to be a huge turn on for me. I can't resist a guy in a leather jacket.." she fakes a sigh. "But of course that would be to cliche for you, right?"

Jughead sighed, pretending to consider it. "You might be able to persuade me to put on leather. If you're willing to wear my shirt in public, I'll wear the jacket. How's that?"

She glances down at the shirt then back at him. "I want one of your flannels instead. If I have to wear it outside. Plus it has to be clean. This shirt is definitely not clean." She laughs.

Jughead laughed, shaking his head at her. "I meant in general, Cheryl. Not that specific shirt. But sure, you can have one of my flannels. And why a flannel? Do you have something against my shirts?" His tone turned light towards the end, clearly teasing her.

She rolls her eyes and laughs. "In general. Yes I'm all for stealing boyfriends shirts and wearing them in public. As for why a flannel? Because I can make it look cute. I really like the blue one you always wear." She bat her lashes at him. "And i won't mind these shirts but I doubt I'd wear them in public because Cheryl Blossom, dresses to impress. Not wears a shirt that's practically a dress on her."

Jughead snorts, pretending to be offended. "And here I thought that Cheryl Blossom could make anything work. For what it's worth, I think you look better in that than the stuff you usually wear. And fine, sure, I'll give you my blue flannel. But I better get it back, it's one of my favourites."

She giggles. "I know. And You probably won't get it back. Just saying that now." She kisses him. "And trust me, Cheryl Blossom doesn't pull off a lot of things."

Jughead laughed. "You sure were pulling off a lot of things earlier. But fine, I guess I can sacrifice my favourite flannel. I am surprised that you didn't want the red one, though. Is Cheryl Blossom, the queen of red, changing her aesthetic for me, Riverdale's Emo Freak?"

She rolls her eyes. "I knew you were going to say that, you pig." She leans against the cabinets behind her and smirks. "Oh I plan on taking that one too when you're not looking."

"Come on, Cheryl, you have to leave me with SOME clothes. I have a whole thing going. I'm always wearing at least two flannels. How am I supposed to do that if you take them all?" He teased, shaking his head in mock exasperation.

She grins. "You're not. Remember? I wear your clothes and you wear leather." She kisses him. "We made a deal remember?"

"I could still wear the flannel under the leather," Jughead insisted. "It's my aesthetic, babe. I'll wear leather for you but I wear flannel for the people." He smiled at her, scanning her face. He truly enjoyed how happy and relaxed she looked, even if he was acting like an idiot.

She grins. "But you aren't here to please the people. You're here to please me. And if I'm wearing flannel, you wear leather? We can't both be wearing it. We'd clash and I will not stand next to you let alone go near you if that happens." She teases.

Jughead groaned, tilting his head back. "You're killing me! What if I wore it around my waist? That's subtle enough. Don't make me choose between you and my first love."

Cheryl raises a brow. "Can your first love make you cum three times on the first date?"

"Do you really want to know?" Jughead teased back, leaning forward a little to look her right in the eye.

She makes a disgusted face and pushes him away softly. "Ew. No. I don't want them if that's the case." She teases. "And you can go back to them because apparently I was doing extra work when they could have been going it." She pokes her tongue out at him.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But really, why do you think I love them so much?" He said with a serious expression. "They're better than you'll ever know." Jughead nodded solemnly, his eyes still lighthearted as he held both her hands to pull them off his chest.

She crinkles her nose. "Gross. Can't you use your hands like the rest of us?" She teases. "Better than me?? Maybe I should try it?" She leans over and whispers in his ear. "I bet you'd like that. Walking in to see me touching myself while wearing one of your flannels or using it to get me off. I bet it could make me scream."

Jughead groaned, smiling a little. "So naughty, Cheryl. And yes, I would like that. Very much so. However, I wouldn't say they're better than you. They don't leave quite so many marks, though."

"Maybe one day, I'll surprise you with that." She kisses down his jaw. "And I didn't leave any marks when I gave you that blowjob." She smirks.

"Fair point, fair point. I'm pretty sure I left some nail marks on you, though. You are definitely gifted with that mouth and not just for roasting people." Jughead said, tilting his head up to give her access to his neck.

"Yeah?" She slowly makes her way down his neck. "Most guys say I have pretty lips. Good for sucking." She leaves another hickey. "But you see. There's more than one way to use your mouth to get a boy to cum." She bites down on his neck.

Jughead groaned, instinctively leaning into her. "Don't bring up other guys while I'm half naked in your kitchen. But please, show me how.”

She grins against his mouth. "I really don't think you're ready for that, Forsythe." 

"Fuck, Cheryl, stop being such a tease. Do you want me to say please?" Jughead half growled, pressing his body against hers, pinning her to the cabinets.

She gasps then smirks. "Oh but Forsythe. If you want me to touch you, then we can't do that thing I was talking about." She leans forward and whispers in his ear. "You see, I can make a boy cum in his pants without touching him. I use my words. My moaning. Watch me beg for you and all I'll have you cumming without laying a finger on you."

Jughead groaned, hands grabbing her hips. "I think we've established that I will cum just from listening to you. Your voice is so pretty, especially when you're screaming my name."

She laughs. "But could you do it if you weren't touching me? If no one was touching you? Could you stand here while I squirm as I beg you to fuck me. Tell you how much I love to be held down and if you tie me up, I'll sound even prettier. Could you listen to me whining it your ear to touch me? Anything?" She's got her hands next to her as she leans over and whispering in his ear. "Could you stand here and listen to me moan for you while I touch myself?"

"I don't think I could keep my hands off you for that long, no." Jughead's voice was husky from list. He cleared his throat, trying not to look so affected by her words. "But if I could, I'd bust a nut immediately anyway." He squeezed her hips, as if to emphasize his first point.

She smirks at him as she pulls away. "Yeah? Cause you look pretty turned on just by the words." She bats her lashes. "You wouldn't want to see me spread out and begging for you while I touch myself? Or moaning for your cock to fill me? You wouldn't like for me to describe how much I'd want you to fuck me anywhere and everywhere? Or maybe even describe what I'd do if I let you finger me in public. In a booth at Pops.."

Jughead gaped at her, hands tightening on her. "Fuck, you're good. Keep talking." He lightly ground his hips into hers unconsciously. "I would love to, you know. Finger you in public. Just so that's out there." His voice was slightly breathless because of her words.

She used her thighs to stop him. "No cheating." She leans back and scans his face. "Hm. I'm a slut for that. Maybe one day, I'll wear a nice little skirt for you and forget some underwear. I'll let you run your hand over my thighs before you touch me and I'll be soaked. Waiting for your fingers. For something. Only I won't be able to moan or whine about it. Maybe one of your friends will be sitting across from us completely unaware that I'm soaking wet for you, Jug." She moans out the last few words.

Jughead let out a long groan, burying his head into the crook of her neck. "Shit. I'm so hard it hurts. Keep talking, I'm fucking close." His voice was a growl, lips brushing against her neck before he bit his lip to keep his moans in.

She whines and squirms a little out of his grasp. "I'd let you touch me with everyone's talking. At first I'd try to hide the whine and you test it. Tease me. You'll feel how wet I am and try not to moan yourself. I'd let you slip as many fingers as you want in and fuck me with them while I'm eating or talking to whoever's with us. I'd try not to grind on your fingers and it would make me even more wet. Knowing no one else knows what's going on except us. You'd touch my clit and I'd try not to come then. Because I want your fingers inside me for as long as possible. Mhm." She whines and reaches in between her legs to touch herself. "Maybe you'd stop and let me calm down before you bring me right back to the edge. Maybe you'd make me cum, feeling me tighten around your fingers."

Jughead let out a stream of curses before he came, panting. "Well, fuck, there goes my dignity. I did not last long," his voice was light but breathless, small pants punctuating his words. He pulled his head away from her before moving her hand and replacing it with his own. 

"Fuck." She moans when his hand replaces hers. "Jug." She rests her head on his shoulder as she grinds into his hand.

Jughead added a third finger, pumping faster. "Come for me, kitten. Make a mess. Let go." He smirked, grabbing her hip with his other hand to keep her still.

She lets out a whine as she cums all over Jug's hand. She pants a little before pulling away from his neck and leaning on the cabinets behind her. "I definitely didn't think that would happen."

Jughead pulled his hand away from her, licking his fingers clean before responding. "Didn't think what would happen? I mean, aside from the fact that I just made you cum all over the Mayor's counter. So naughty, Cheryl."

Cheryl almost lets out a small moan at that. She shakes her head and smirks. "You know, usually I end up finishing myself off. But you seem to enjoy making me cum."

Jughead nodded, smiling at her. "Well, yeah. You look so pretty when you're all wrecked for me. Shouldn't I enjoy making you cum?"

She smiles back. "I'm not saying you shouldn't. If anything, it makes you more attractive." She kisses him.

Jughead kissed back happily before pulling back. "Hell yeah. So, how much longer do you think the pizza man will be?"

She giggles. "Hopefully not too long. I'm starving."

Jughead laughed, shaking his head. "A woman after my heart." He carefully grabbed her thighs, pulling her close to him and picking her up before walking them back to the living room.

She squeals when he picks her up and wraps her arms around his neck. "I can walk you know!" 

Jughead dropped her on the couch, flopping next to her. "Yeah, well, I don't get to show off that way. You have to answer the door when the pizza man shows up. I don't want to get up. Also, you made me cum in my underwear and I don't have any other pairs here."

She kisses his cheek. "Well you asked for it." She glances down at his boxers. "I'm sure Mr McCoy has a pair you can borrow." She tugs at the shirt she's still wearing. "The pizza man would definitely love a little show from me seeing as I'm not wearing any underwear." She smirks.

"True, I did ask for it. And gross, I really don't want his underwear but I don't really have any choices. And nope, you're not getting pizza if you don't put underwear on." Jughead said, his expression semi serious.

Cheryl pulls herself off the couch. "Why not? Jealous he'll see something?"

Jughead grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap. "Yes. Because no one gets to see you like this but me."

The doorbell rings. She grins at him. "Then maybe you should get that pizza before I go and get it."

Jughead stared at her for a second before standing up, lighting pushing her off of him. "Oh, fuck you, Cheryl." He grabbed his wallet and opened the door, keeping most of his body hidden.

She laughs as she watches him get the pizza. "You already did!" 

Jughead snorted, closing the door with his foot in the face of the scandalized delivery man before carrying the pizza boxes over to the couch. "Yeah, well, whatever. I'm sure I'll do it again."

Cheryl laughs and reaches for a box. She moans when she opens it and smells the pizza. "I'm starving." She glances at Jughead and winks. "You're sure you'll fuck me again? How sure are you?" 

Jughead grabbed a piece of pizza, pretending to think about her words. "Well, considering I just made you cum all over your counter, I'd say very sure. You can't resist me." He took a bite of pizza, keeping his eyes on Cheryl. 

She gapes at him then grins. "Well if we're going by that, since I made you cum in your boxers without touching you, I'd say you're just as bad." She reaches over and grabs a slice. Moaning when she bites into it.

Jughead smiled, continuing to eat his pizza. "Well, I'm fine with that. More fun for me. Besides, you loved watching me whine for you, don't lie."

She eats the slice she has before replying. "I definitely loved watching you moan and whine for me. That might just be one of my hidden kinks." She teases.

Jughead grinned, finishing his slice. "I am perfectly fine with that as long as I get to return the favour." He winked at her before grabbing another slice of pizza.

She laughs. "You wish, Forsythe." She puts the box on the side table and stands up to stretch.

Jughead raised his eyebrows. "You saying you don't think that I can? I'd love to prove you wrong." His eyes scanned her body, enjoying the sight of her in his shirt.

She shakes her head and she stretches her arms up. "I know you can do it. You've done it three times. Now Forsythe. Eat your pizza. I'm going to get you a clean pair of boxers."

Jughead just laughed, shaking his head and grabbing another slice of pizza. "So bossy, Blossom. But yes, thank you, because these are fucking uncomfortable."

She waves him off as she goes and grabs him a pair of boxers and herself a pair of underwear.

"Hey, Cheryl? Why do you keep calling me Forsythe? I'm not complaining, just curious. It's been almost ten years since somebody called me that." Jughead commented, stretching his arms out.

She returns wearing red lace underwear under his shirt. and handing him some black boxers. "Here." She sits down and grabs another slice of pizza. "I dunno. I always liked that name."

Jughead stood, changing out of his cum soaked underwear into the pair she gave him, appreciating the red lace she had chosen for herself. "Better than Jughead?" He teased her, smiling.

She thinks for a minute before nodding. "Yep." She takes a bite out the pizza with a smirk.

Jughead shook his head, sitting down next to her. "I disagree with you on that." He grabbed another slice of pizza and took a rather large bite.

She looks at him. "Why don't you like it?"J

ughead stared at her for a second. He'd never actually been asked. "Well, my dad is named Forsythe. So's his dad. I didn't want to be them, I guess. Didn't want to end up like that. I wanted to be me. Bad choice, I know, but whatever. No one's actually asked about that before, by the way." He gave her a small smile. "That's why I'm Jughead Jones the Third. It's technically Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third. I just didn't want to live with that name."

Cheryl nods. "Well I think Forsythe would suit you just as well as Jughead. You could make it your own. If you wanted to, Of Course. And You're dad goes by FP, not Forsythe. And I asked because if we're dating, I want to know you. Why Jughead? Not something else?" She leans into his shoulder.

Jughead smiled a little, wrapping his arm around her. "I've been the weird kid my whole life. I've always been the outcast. I didn't really want to be but I didn't have a choice. I did have a choice with my name. I figured that if people were going to insult me anyway, I might as well do it first. I mean, how will they be able to insult me by calling me stupid if that's my name? So I went with Jughead. Not too insulting but definitely not a name. I got to be the first." He shrugged. "Now I'm Jughead."

She smiles up at him. "Well That makes sense. But I still like Forsythe. But if you want me to call you Jughead instead, I can." She snuggles into him.

Jughead kissed her head, squeezing her shoulder. "Nah, I'll make an exception for you. Just maybe not in public. I do have a reputation, you know." He smiled down at her, feeling completely at home when he was with her.

"Good. I don't know if I could be able to help myself." She smiles at him.

Jughead raised an eyebrow. "And what do you mean by that?"

"I'm just saying. Forsythe sounds sexier to me." She shrugs.

Jughead smiled, kissing her head again. "Alright, you win, Cherry."

She smirks. "Of Course I do. I am Queen Cherry."

"Hey, don't make me show you who's boss," Jughead teased before looking down at her. "Should I call you my queen now?"

“You don't have the balls to do that." She teases right back. "I'm everyone's queen babe."

"Does that make me king?" Jughead asked lightly, playing with her hair. "And I'm pretty sure that you know i do have the balls to do that."

She looks up at him and thinks for a moment. "Hmm. If you let me wear your crown in public, I'll let you be King." She pushes against him lightly. "Do I know that? You may have balls. But to show me who's boss? I don't think so." She teases.

Jughead sighed, looking down at her. "Public how? A few hours at Pop's, maybe, but I don't know about school. You've already claimed most of my flannels." He lightly pulled her into his lap, facing him. "And oh yes I do, baby girl. You trying to christen every room in this house?"

She turns and straddles his lap. She leans in and whispers. "How about I wear it while you fuck me and it'll be the same thing?"

Jughead groaned, hands resting on her hips. "I might be into that. Just a little bit."

She smirks and rolls her hips with his. "Only a little bit? Not even if that was the only thing I was wearing?"

Jughead let out a louder groan, hands tightening on her hips. "Okay, fine, more than a little bit. Wasn't I supposed to be in control here?"

She kisses his jaw and wraps her arms around his neck. "Like I said, You have no balls for that."

Jughead just flipped them, pinning her down onto the couch. He grabbed her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head. "Wanna bet?" He growled into her ear before rolling his hips into hers.

She lets out gasp and grinds up against him, lightly trying to tug her hands free. "Do your worst, Jones." She pants out.

Jughead tightened his grip on her hands, holding himself up with his knees to keep Cheryl from moving her hips into his. "Gladly." He pressed gentle, barely-there kisses to her neck to see how much she would squirm. "You look so pretty like this. All pinned down under me, wanting to touch me so bad. You can barely keep your hands off me for ten minutes. What would your mother say if she knew what you did behind her back? You're such a naughty girl, Cheryl."

Pushing her thighs together, she teases him right back. "What? You want me to moan out your name? Whine and squirm while I soak my panties? Beg you to touch me? Fuck me?"

Jughead smiled, biting down on her neck. "Of course, baby girl. I want to hear you lose that pretty voice of yours. I want you to beg for me before I even begin to touch you. I don't want to just fuck you, doll. I'm gonna wreck you." He pressed a light kiss to her jaw after he finished speaking, pulling away to watch her reaction.

Cheryl moans when he bites at her neck. She's gasping and lets out a whine as she squirms, pushing her thighs together. "You'll have to try harder than that, Forsythe."

Jughead shoved one of his legs between hers to keep her from getting anything, making sure it was far enough down that she couldn't grind against it. "I have very little experience with this, you know," he reminded, smirking slightly. "But if this isn't doing it for you, I could always go grab my belt and take this to the bedroom." He peppered kisses across her collarbone before continuing. "I could always just leave."

She gapes at him before She growls. "If you leave, I'll strangle you." She tries to grind on something and ends up squirming under him. Her underwear soaked now.

"Aw, baby girl, I don't think you could reach my neck," he teased, moving his free hand to barely rest on her waist, making sure not to touch her skin. "But oh well, I guess I'm not doing much for you." He traced shapes into her hipbone, his touch light. "Maybe I should just stop." He pulled his hand away, brushing his fingers down her thigh as he did.

She pouts and bats her lashes. "Please Daddy. Don't stop." She arches her back as she tries to grind on the couch.

Jughead's hand immediately returned to her hip, pushing them down so she couldn't move them. "Alright, baby girl. Daddy has a few rules." He let go of her wrists slowly before continuing. 

"Rule number one, you can't touch me. Rule number two, you can't cum until I say you can." Jughead kissed down her neck again, pushing her shirt up a little bit. He  rested his fingertips right above the hem of her underwear, glancing up to check her expression.

She blinks back the haze of lust and lets out a small whine but nods at his words. The second she feels his fingers near her, she grinds her hips up.

Jughead held her hips down again. "Now now, baby girl. What was rule number one? That includes trying to grind on me. You don't want Daddy to punish you, do you?" He leaned down, letting his breath fan across her neck as he spoke.

She whines and teases back "What would you do, Daddy? If I touched you? If I ruined your fun and touched myself, making myself cum?" She squirms and grinds back into the couch as she pulls one of her hands down. 

Jughead shook his head, acting disappointed. "I wouldn't touch you for a week," he answered, voice sincere and confident. "I could do it, you know. I was a virgin before you, I can easily go back to using my hand." He nipped at her jawline. "Besides, you know my fingers feel better than yours. I've made you cum more times today than you have in your entire life. Do you really want to ruin that, kitten?"His words made her hand stop at her waist. 

"You wouldn't dare. I don't believe you. You would go a whole week without me on my knees for you? Me spread on on a bed, moaning your name as I beg for your hands, your cock? You'd be able to keep your hands to yourself if I whined as I touched myself while wearing one of your flannels. Or maybe I'll use a toy and make myself scream.." she keeps her hand on her waist as she decides on what she wants to do.

Jughead figured she'd retaliate and pulled almost completely away from her. "As much as I love to see you on your knees, I'm sure I could last a week. I could just imagine the things I'd do to you after the week was up, if you lasted that long. Come on, kitten. You know no toy can do what I do." His hand skimmed the top of her underwear again, tugging it down ever so slightly. "No toy could make you scream the way I can. Do you really want to go a week without me and my mouth, Cheryl?" Cheryl almost moans at the thought of his mouth. "You haven't made me scream yet Daddy." She definitely feels herself dripping when his hands pull at her underwear but she keeps her hips in place.

Jughead kissed her jawline, pulling her underwear off quickly. "Just wait, baby girl." He moved back a bit, pressing gentle kisses up her inner thighs, nipping every so often.

Cheryl spreads her legs a little more, hoping he'd touch her or something. "Please Daddy." She whines out. Her hands went to her own hair needing something to hold onto.

"So needy for me. You're soaked, baby girl." He lightly ran one finger up her slit before holding it up to her mouth. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

She gives him an innocent look "Yes Daddy." she licks her juices off his finger and moans. "Mmmm Daddy. Almost as yummy as yours."

Jughead smirked, trying to look unaffected. Instead of responding, he pushed one finger into her, not moving. "How bad do you want to touch me? To run your hands through my hair?" He commented nonchalantly.

She whines. "Daddy, please. Let me tug on your hair, touch you. Please. I'll make you feel good. Daddy. I'll get down my knees and let you fuck my mouth. Mmm. I wanna taste you daddy. Please." She's trying not to move so he'll do something to her. 

That was it for Jughead. "Go ahead and touch me, then." He half growled, adding another finger into her and pumping quickly, curling his fingers upward. He used his other hand to palm himself through his boxers, desperate for something. Cheryl grabs him by the hair and pulls him in for a kiss as she grinds on his fingers, moaning. She snakes a hand down and shoves his hand away so she can grab him through his boxers.

Jughead let out a loud moan, bucking into her hand and tangling his now free hand into her hair. He added a third finger into her, pumping as hard as he could. He pressed his thumb to her clit, trying to get her to cum before he did. 

She moans loudly and arches her back. "Daddy. No. No. Please. Fuck me. Daddy." Her voice turning into whines as she pulls his boxers off to touch him.

Jughead immediately pulled his hand from her, sucking his fingers clean before grinning at her. "As you wish, princess." He thrusted into her, waiting a few moments before pulling out and thrusting in again, setting a fast rhythm.

She moans loudly when he enters her. She grabs at his hair with one hand and claws at his back with the other as he fucks her. "Daddy, harder." She whines as she wraps her legs around his waist and tries grind into him while he's thrusting into her.

"What was that?" Jughead asked, slowing down. "I couldn't hear you. You need to speak louder, baby girl." He continued slowing down until he was barely moving, enjoying her expression.

She whines and pulls him closer. "Please daddy. I need you. I need you to fuck me hard. Please. Wanna feel your cum drip outta me. Daddy." She's panting and grinds on him, desperate.

Jughead sped up but not by much, smirk still on his face. "Come one, kitten, I know you can scream louder than that." He angled his hips and thrusted a bit harder, dipping his head down to attack her neck again.

She lets a high pitched whine as he changed angles. She's pulling at his hair and moaning, "Daddy. Please. Please Daddy."

Jughead sped up, thrusting much harder to get her to keep whining. "Fuck, shit, I'm close," he panted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her chest. "Keep moaning, baby girl."

She could feel herself close. "Please Daddy. Wanna cum. Daddy please." Her nails raking his scalp as she tries to grind harder and spread her legs, something anything. "Please daddy I want to cum in me. Please let me cum."

Jughead groaned, almost losing his rhythm as he came. "Fuck, let go, kitten. Come for daddy. Show me how much you love daddy's cock." He pressed his thumb to her clit again, trying to push her over the edge.

As she feels him cum, she tightens around him and grinding into him, milking him through as she cums too. She lets out a moan and pulls him down for a kiss as she grinds on him, riding her high.

Jughead lightly bit her lower lip, as he slowly stopped thrusting. He pulled away from her, giving her a smile. "See. Told you I could  take control."

She smirks. "Or did I just get you to fuck me hard when you were going tease me?" She kisses him again then pulls her hands from his hair.

Jughead pouted at her, figuring that he looked ridiculous with his messy hair. "Why can't you just let me have this? You enjoyed it either way. And, I mean, technically I was doing all the work so...I'd say I was in control."

Cheryl kisses his pout. "This one time. You can have it, Daddy." She winks then laughs.

Jughead smiled, kissing her again. "Good. And completely random but I'm pretty fucking sure we are going to ruin this couch by the end of the weekend." He laughed, pulling out of her completely before flopping onto her chest.

She giggles and nods. "Probably. I'm going to have to buy Mayor McCoy a new couch." She wraps her arms around him.

"I can't be blamed. It isn't my fault you keep saying stuff that gets us horny." He nuzzled into her chest, still smiling.

A/N: I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE SIN! If you want the next part, let me know! We have their “first” date with sin already done <3

[arandori]

Agoraphilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a public place

So, uh. Just leaving this here.

The Moonies had all gathered at the beach for an evening of fun and games. The idea was that everyone gets to know each other better. Though it’s likely no surprise, the intent wasn’t quite what happened when Val and Dori stole off on their own.

The drinks had been in good supply and both were more than a little tipsy. Val had wanted a few tips on some basic yoga poses. They’d walked down the beach, arm in arm, chittering like school girls about their coworkers. They’d stopped, mostly out of view of the others.

“Here, let me show you something easy.” Dori placed her legs just wider than shoulder-width apart and leaned forward and to the side, her nose touching her knee. She only wobbled just a little bit, surprising for the amount of drink she’d imbibed. “This one is good to stretch your hips and sides.” She glanced up at Val. “The key is slow movements, don’t push too far or you’ll hurt yourself. Take a good count, maybe to ten, then switch to the other side.” As she spoke, she made slow, measured movements and switched to the other side. After holding the pose for a moment, she stood back up and grinned at Val. “Go on, you try it. I’ll help.”

Val immediately started to bend over but Dori stopped her, moving in behind her and nudging her feet out farther. “There we go. Now, slowly bend over.” As Val leaned over, Dori’s hands trailed down her back to settle against the other’s hips. While normally a complete professional in these situations, the lightweight had had a bit too much to drink. And that alcohol was doing a number on her.

Dori stepped a little closer to Val and Val turned to look up at Dori with a shy smile. Dori just smiled as she gave the girl’s hips a squeeze and said, “I just couldn’t help myself.” Val popped up and turned around, that sheepish expression lingering. “What? Do you really mind?”

Valis shook her head, cheeks blushing as Dori trails fingertips along Val’s jaw. She grinned. “You’re such a lovely thing, sugar.” Val’s closed her eyes and boldly petted her, hand moving to grasp her breast as she walked around behind the girl. “Tell me, how are you finding things at the Moon? See anyone you like?”  Her nose nuzzled in her hair, against her neck and she drew in her scent.  “Sun, you smell delicious. Are you delicious?”

A shiver ran through Valis and she nearly squeaked when Dori lightly guided her to sit. They were on the ground, Val’s back against Dori and nestled between her legs as Dori’s arms wound around. Dori slid a hand into her swimsuit top finding that tight little nub and lightly pinched. “Oh..ah..everyone’s really nice. I like a lot of them. Oh, Sun…I can barely think.”

Dori grinned and slid her foot over Val’s and pulled her leg open as her free hand slid down between her legs to rest over her mound. She gave a firm rub. “Should I stop? I can stop.” She grinned as she felt the woman tense against her, heard the moan that escaped her lips.

“Oh, Gods, no!”

Dori nodded and found Val’s ear, nibbling her lobe as she snaked her hand inside her swimsuit bottom. Fingers soon found purchase, lightly sliding against her head. One finger dipped just inside her and then back to circle around her sensitive pearl.

Val moaned and jerked, one hand raising to find Dori’s hair, fisting and tugging against her as those hips began to move.

“You like this then?” Dori seductively purred. The woman nodded and screwed her eyes shut as her body moved against those searching fingers. “Tell me, you like this?” She dipped two fingers inside, her palm pressed right against that throbbing nub. Valis nodded again, more fervently this time. “Good. You’ve been driving me crazy.”

The masseuse drew her closer and closer. Val’s hips lifted and her moans grew louder as she neared her climax. Just as Dori sensed that moment as she was about to break, she stopped. “Oh, Sun….no!” Val’s eyes flew open and she looked up at Dori. Her breath was ragged and panting.

“Are you ready, then?” Dori smiled sweetly down at her. The response was a certain nod as she rocked her hips, seeking a more firm touch against Dori’s hand. Dori nodded in return and began by gently stirring her fingers inside her co-worker again. They moved in tandem now, palm against mound, Val writhing in her arms as she sought her nearing peak. Her other hand was still against the woman’s breast, petting and massaging, holding her against her as she drove Val closer.

“Come for me, my peach.” Dori murmured. It came with a cry, uttered amidst a caught breath. Val’s body shook and trembled as she came and it was only after Val started begging and squirming that she stopped. She slid her hand out and away, leaving a trail along Val’s belly and brought her wet fingers to her mouth. She grinned as she tasted her friend, licking her fingers clean then tipping Val’s chin in order to kiss her. “You are delicious. See?  Now, how about we get back to the room and finish this, hmm?”

[homo-noodles]

.:Dream Daddy:. Robert x Dadsona - "Ready"

Spoilers for Dream Daddy, specifically for the Robert route/endings.

Dream Daddy is an amazing game with beautiful art, clever dialogue, and lovable characters. I really recommend you check it out if you haven't yet. This fanfic will have your personal dadsona with Robert; I tried my hardest to type this fic so it could work for any and all dadsonas, although there may be some exceptions. This fanfic is assuming you got an S rank on all dates with Robert, and you ended up with the good ending for him. (This means that you got 100% stuff correct when dating him).

I tried my best to do the game justice, so I hope you enjoy. Thank you. (Be warned! This is a One-shot, meaning it only has one part and it's finished, but it's pretty long!)

Since I can't possibly know what name you gave him, your dadsona will be referred to as "(d/n)", which stands for "dad's name".

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"Nothing is going to change until you do".

Robert's eyes widened and he pauses, looking at me.

That night, I told Robert what he needed to hear. By that point, I've only known him for about a week or so... but I had grown so attached to him. The poor man was broken...he needed to hear the truth. Thankfully, the truth wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be.

"But--" Robert tried to argue; he didn't want to believe that what I was saying was true. I was telling him that he was a good guy...but, he couldn't see how that could be the truth. I could see his eyes start to well up with tears, he clearly tried to stop himself from breaking down right there.

I leaned over and embraced Robert, pulling him in as tightly as I can. He buried his head into my shoulder, hugging me back.

"It's gonna be okay".

As I said this, I realized that Robert probably hasn't heard that sentence in years. He needed to hear this more than ever.

I placed a hand on the back of his head and stroked his hair. He shuddered, then sobbed, and I realized that he was crying.

As Robert wept into my shoulder, I gently swayed back in forth, comforting him as best as I could. I just allowed him to cry, not making any other sounds. I'm glad he taught me how important silence could be.

"...thank you..." He finally muttered out. I said nothing in response, the both of us eventually falling asleep on the couch together as we kept close.

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I'm so happy I was able to meet Robert. He needed me...and...I think I needed him as well. Just as I taught him some things, he taught me too.

At the party, when Robert told me that he needed some time to himself, I understood instantly; I was more than happy to act as a friend for him. Ever since then, we would hang out weekly, sometimes every other day. At times, Robert needed time to himself. Every time we went out together, Robert would tell me about how he and his daughter Val had been doing. Thankfully, they started to patch things up, but it was all just baby steps for now; they still had a long way to go. Of course, I was willing to help in any way I can.

As the weeks passed, I would text my daughter Amanda, not being able to suppress the need to gush over "bad dad"---that's what Manda would call him. She would always tease me about it, since I almost never stopped talking about him.

Being with Robert was great. I felt that I fell in love with him more and more after each day we spent together. But...one paranoid thought stayed hidden in the back of my mind. I never really believed it, but...everyone has outlandish doubts, and this was definitely one of them: what if Robert didn't feel the same? Yeah, I know that sounds paranoid and maybe even selfish... but I couldn't help it. Being his friend was more than I could ask for, ...but...being more than just a best friend would be a dream come true.

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It had been 2 months since we first met...and we've bonded tons. On some days we'd go the movies, and on other days we'd just sit in the woods that was next to the playground in the park.

One day, we went back up to the hill that overlooked the city, just wanting to relax for a while. Before driving to the hill, we had just finished a movie at the theaters. (And yes, we've been going legally now).

As we silently sat in the back of his pickup truck, Robert quietly whittled at some wood while I gingerly leaned against his shoulder, enjoying the gorgeous view. Robert was so right...silence is so underrated.

For some reason, listening to Robert slowly slice away the peels of wood with his knife brought me to my dark thoughts. It was so stupid... I felt so stupid. I shouldn't be upset about this! It's so selfish! If Robert doesn't love me back, that should be okay because I know he'd still want to be best friends....but...I can't help but want a real and loving relationship with him. I love Robert too much for my own good.

"Hey" That was the first time Robert has broken silence like that in a long while "You alright?".

It was just then that I noticed the tears in my eyes. I hastily wiped them away, blushing in embarrassment "Y-Yeah. Just uh...getting emotional over the view". Robert raised a brow and lightly smirked; he always knows how to read me like a book "We've seen this view a hundred times by now... I know when somethings up with you, (d/n). You're not very good at lying".

A small grin tugged at the corners of my lips; that's something Robert, Amanda, and even Craig would always tell me. "It's nothing. ..It's... it's stupid. I...don't want to bother you with it" I shake my head, already feeling flustered "..I...uhg, nevermind...it's nothing..".

This whole time I hadn't been looking at Robert, I just kept my gaze adverted, just in case I needed to hide potential tears. Suddenly, the sound of wood being carved came to a halt, and I could hear Robert gently set down his knife and half-carved artwork (He never liked it when I called his carvings "art", he always said that it was just a dumb little thing that he did to calm himself, nothing special. Of course, I would always argue and try to inflate his ego by overly complimenting his very impressive carving skills. He always stayed humble about it).

"(d/n). Look at me".

I gulped and licked my lips, quickly pursing them. I slowly turned my head towards the jacket wearing knife lover, timidly gazing into his beautiful brown eyes. I've...never seen them so soft before.

"You brought me out of the darkest place in my life. ...I... I thought I was going to be alone until the day I died. I didn't think I deserved anyone, not my smart, rich, talented daughter, and definitely not someone as sweet and as caring as you. I promise...whatever's on your mind, I wont laugh...I wont joke...I wont make up some dumb story. If you need to tell me something, I'm here for you. But if you just need time to think about it, I'll stick with the silence. Just promise me you wont hurt yourself by bottling up your feelings".

I stared at Robert in astonishment; I've never heard him talk like that before. I feel a tear fall down my face. I sniffled and wipe it away, sighing softly with a little smile "Heh...such a way with words".

Robert grinned lightly "I learned from the best" he replied, giving me a playful nudge to the shoulder. I giggled gently "I taught you well" I responded, using classic dad talk.

"So, is there something you need to tell me?" Robert asked. I assumed that would be the last time he'd bring it up; he understood the feeling of not wanting to talk about something just yet.

I exhaled, lightly nodding my head "Y-Yeah...but....I feel so dumb and selfish for saying it". Robert started into my eyes intently, giving my all of his attention.

Taking yet another deep breath, I finally worked up the courage to tell him "I...I'm worried that...you..." suddenly, I feel a large wave of dread crash over me. Just like that, tears are rolling down my face again "Urhg, I-I want to be more than just a friend to you...for some reason... I'm terrified that you don't feel the same. Robert...I love you so much....but... I know that...if you just want to be friends, I should be happy...but...I...I just can't" I put my head in my hands "F-Fuck, I don't mean to be so c-clingy...I'm sorry". I haven't felt this awful in a long time....probably ever since my spouse passed away. What's wrong with me?

I stiffen when I feel Robert pull me close, but I relaxed when he hugged me comfortingly "(d/n). Do you remember what I told you at that party? I told you that I really liked you...that you were special to me, and that's all still true. To be perfectly honest, ...I probably wouldn't be here anymore if it weren't for you".

My eyes widened... would he really have kil-...?

I felt thankful when Robert interrupted my thoughts, ...I didn't want to think about that "I just needed some time alone for a while....to...adjust myself. I didn't want you to be with someone you didn't deserve. When we met, I was a mess; if I somehow hurt you, I'd hate myself even more".

I looked up at him, eyes glistening with tears.

"But, ...it's been a while. 2 months I think ...since we first met. And I'm finally ready to say it to you: I love you, (d/n). I've loved you ever since the first night I brought you to my place, ...but now I think we can finally officially be together".

My mouth slowly opened and my eyes lit up in awe; that was the first time I had ever heard Robert tell me that he loves me. I was stiff; I couldn't say anything. I stayed speechless until Robert grinned and caught my slightly gaped mouth into a passionate kiss. It's...been so long since our lips met.

I immediately smiled widely and closed my eyes, gladly returning the kiss. The strong and scarred man that I love tenderly nibbled and bit onto my lower lip, very cautiously pulling before letting go and kissing me again. He slipped his hands up my shirt, massaging my sides. As Robert moved down to start biting my neck, I whimpered out a quiet moan, loving every second of this. He kissed, licked, and nibbled, giving my neck a free ticket to hickey-ville. Oh boy....Amanda would definitely tease me the next time we video-chat.

When Robert suddenly reached his hands down to grope my butt under my pants, I yelped out in surprise, quickly reassuring my lover by moaning in approval. The dark grey-haired man bit down on my neck again, lightly tugging at the belt of my pants.

"A-Ah! R-Robert....wait".

Robert freezes "Is it the biting? ...You said that you like it, ...right?".

I smile softly "I love it...but..." I blush "Should we really be doing this out here?". Robert's eyes light up in realization, but he quickly chuckles "Aww...no one's out here.... and I'll be honest with you...I'm super hard right now".

I laugh semi-loudly "Heh, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't...but I want to do this in the comfort of your home. Not in the back of your pickup truck. What if a cryptid catches us? I'm not having any ghosts snatch me with my dick out".

Robert blushed, possibly at the mention of my dick. He giggles "Okay, fair enough. C'mon, cutie. Let's hurry home~". I smile widely and gladly nod, hopping off the back of the truck. Robert does the same, and we both get in the front. As we drive back to the cul-de-sac, we just happily sit in silence, the both of us still eager and very aroused.

When we arrived at his house, Robert stepped out of the car and sped over to the passenger's side, offering to carry me in. I giggle as I unbuckle my seatbelt, holding my arms out afterwards with giddiness. The soft-hearted brute gingerly lifted me from the car seat, holding me with his strong dad arms. After kicking the car door close with his foot, he walks me up to the house.

I had my arms wrapped around his neck, and my head gently rested against his chest. I opened my relaxed eyes and spotted Craig in his front lawn. He must've just got home from some place, or maybe he was just enjoying the stars in the sky, I don't know. My face flushed a bright red when he spotted me. He looked surprised, but in a good way. I smile widely, nodding lightly in his direction. He pointed finger guns in my direction, proud that his bro got such a cool person to love.

Finally, we make it to Robert's bed, and he gently lays me down, getting on top of me immediately. As he attacked my neck with more kisses and pleasurable love bites, I just sighed in relaxation and closed my eyes, enjoying this moment.

My eyes flew opened and I slightly jolted when I felt Robert palm the inside of my thighs, which were still clothed. Suddenly, Robert stopped. I looked up at him in worry "Is there something wrong? ...".

Robert shook his head "Heh, no. But I think your fears are contagious, because now I'm paranoid" he laughed softly "I...was thinking we should have a safe word" he shrugged "I'm not into any fetishes or anything too kinky, ...but...I can be a little rough, and this is our first time; I don't want you to regret this, and I definitely don't want to hurt you".

I smiled "I think having a safe word would be a great idea~" I purr "what should it be though?". Robert hummed in thought as he lightly scratched his beard. He sat up straight, sitting on my legs; I was still laying down "Hm...how about 'McSturgiss'? What do you think, Dr. Loomis?". Robert suggested with a playful smile.

"I think it's perfect, Daniel" I replied, gladly playing along. Robert was about to lean back in to continue our love making, but I quickly leaned forwards and pulled him closer by his shirt collar, pressing his lips up against mine. At first, he was taken a back by this, but he quickly melted into the kiss, slowly pushing me to lay back down on the bed.

As we kissed, Robert tugged my shirt again, and I pulled away for a moment so he could pull it off. The rugged wood-carver removed my shirt and tossed it away to the floor. He then removed his leather jacket, followed by his red t-shirt. I blushed deeply, god he's so handsome...

I felt my face flush even more when he started to stroke my sides while suckling on my neck. I shivered, absolutely adoring the feeling of him touching me. After a short while, he moved down a little, starting to kiss and gently bite my collar bone. I finally allow myself to moan as Robert slowly traced his fingers down my chest. His scarred hands then gently rested on my hips as he kissed down my stomach. When he got down to my pants, he grabbed the top of them with his teeth, glancing up at me with a little smirk.

I shyly looked away; just seeing the lustful glimmer in his eyes made me horny. I gasped softly when I felt him pull down my jeans and remove them, leaving Robert mostly clothed, and me in my boxers. He licked his lips and moved down, starting to gently bite and smooch my thighs. I relaxed into the cushions that were under me, feeling complete bliss. That's when Robert started to palm my bulge through my underwear, making me yelp out quietly in surprise. Robert smiled at that, continuing to rub me. I held my eyes tightly shut, being too nervous and embarrassed to look at the wonderful man doing this to me.

My eyes widen open in surprise when I suddenly feel Robert's lips against mine again. He's gently holding my chin up with his left hand, and his right is down massaging my right, inner thigh. "No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart" He mutters, presumably not wanting me to look away. I slowly close my eyes again and melt into the kiss, stiffening up when I feel Robert remove my underwear. We continue to kiss as I lay there completely naked, feeling slightly embarrassed at how exposed I was, ...which was completely.

When Robert slipped his tongue into my mouth, I let out another quiet moan, eagerly returning the wet smooch. Since he's been cutting back on drinking and smoking, Robert's mouth didn't taste of either, unlike the last time we kissed like this.

Robert pulled away, the both of us quietly panting, our lips connected by a string of saliva. Robert licked his mouth "Hm, how do you feel about BJ's?". I gave him an expression that showed partial surprise, and I was clearly blushing "Um...I..." I looked away timidly "..wouldn't mind one..." I mumble with a shy smile as I nervously cross my bare legs. Robert smiled and planted a small kiss to my forehead "Remember our safe word. I want you to enjoy yourself tonight". How could such a rugged man have such a soft and loving voice? I wasn't complaining, ...nor would I ever.

After I nodded in response, Robert moved down and started stroking me. I sucked in a sharp breath, but I released a groan of satisfaction when Robert placed his lips on the tip of my member. He looked up at me with his pretty brown eyes, awaiting my approval. I take a quiet breath "You're good" I muttered, quickly moaning out when Robert started lowering his head. I bit my lower lip, trying to stay as quiet as possible as my lover sucked, licked, stroked, and kissed my erection. He used one hand to slowly pump my dick as he sucked it, and he used the other to soothingly massage my sides.

Soon, I felt myself nearing the edge. Wanting this to last longer, I muttered out "R-Robert, ...stop". I didn't say the safe word, because I didn't want to make him think that I wasn't enjoying it, because I was absolutely loving it; I just didn't want to finish just yet. Sensing that I was close to climax, Robert pulled away and started unbuckling his pants. Damn...I forgot he still had half of his clothes on. Without hesitation, he removed his boxers and revealed himself.

My eyes light up as I stare at his gorgeous body. His tan skin, well-sculpted muscles, and even his lightly scarred up hands were everything and more. "You're so handsome..." I mumble when I realized how long I was staring. Robert smiled and leaned forward, gently holding his finger to my lips "Shh~" he purred, before kissing me once again. I smiled and wrapped my arms around Robert's neck, pulling him closer.

After a long while of more lustful kissing, I felt Robert start to position himself against my...*ahem*...entrance. I instantly tense up and try to close my legs "W-Wait, u-uhm..." I stammer out shakily. Robert looks at me with slight shock "Something wrong?". I bite my lower lip "Uh...do you um...have some lubricant? I just...want to be prepared, y-y'know?". Robert thought for a moment, but he nodded "Mhm. I should have some in a drawer somewhere. Hang tight" he pecked my cheek and got up, searching through some drawers. I, once again, catch myself staring at his outstanding physique. When he found some lube, I let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Robert got back onto the bed and lathered himself with lubricant. He smirked when he caught me watching "This good enough for you?" he teases. I giggle nervously "Y-Yeah...sorry for staring". "Don't apologize~ I don't mind at all" He replies softly as he leans forward and presses a little smooch to my cheek "Now just relax; tensing up wont make it easier". I nod and obey, allowing my body to rest easy. As Robert slowly pushes the tip of his length inside of me, I gasp softly, involuntarily tensing up. Robert moved closer and started kissing my neck again as he pushed in further, getting past the tightness.

Once Robert is all the way in, he pauses; I assumed he was waiting for me to get comfortable. I squirm a little, trying to get used to the full feeling inside of me. It was a little painful at first, but it eventually got a lot more comfortable. "O-Okay. You can start. J-Just...please be gentle" I mumble shyly, keeping my arms wrapped around Robert's neck. He nods lightly and slowly starts to move his hips, steadily grinding into me. We both close our eyes as I still try to get used to the feeling; thank god for that lube. In just a few moments, I start to feel a wave of pleasure hit me. I moan softly "L-Little f-faster...please...".

Robert listens to me and does what I say, picking up the pace by just a little bit. Finally, it starts to feel amazing. I moan a little louder "Oh Robert~" I purr, leaning in to give his neck some well-deserved kisses and bites. I've never bit someone before, and especially not during sex, ..so I'm a little softer than when Robert does it. "Mmmhhhnn~". My eyes open when I heard Robert had moaned. I've...never heard him do that.. ... It's so fucking hot.

Wanting to hear more moans from him, I start to grind my hips back into Robert; I even start to bite a little harder onto his neck. He definitely loves it, because he moans some more and starts to thrust a little faster. I moan with him as I pull away from his neck and start to kiss him on the mouth again, absolutely adoring the feeling of his lips against mine. He kisses me back, being more romantically aggressive ever. Soon enough, were both making the bed rock as we moan into each other's mouths.

Needing to catch his breath, Robert pulls away and stares into my eyes with need, continuing to pound into me. I stare back with the same lust, gently stroking the hair out of his face. "Mhhn..f-fuck. Robert, ...I-I'm close...". Robert nodded in reply "M-Mhm...me too~".

Going just slightly faster, Robert rests his forehead against mine as I keep my arms around him. As we finally both finish, Robert quietly moans out my name, pleasure washing over us like a heavy tidal wave.

Soon enough, we both come down from our highs, and Robert slowly pulls out of me. We're both panting heavily, still keeping close to each other. For a moment, we just stay there enjoying the sound of our quiet, but heavy breathing.

Robert finally laid down, resting on his stomach and slightly laying on top of me. I smiled and pulled the covers up and over us, getting snuggled up and comfortable with Robert "Good job, McSturgiss. Amazing work once again~" I said playfully. Robert returned the smile "I couldn't have done it without you, Dr. Loomis". I giggled and kissed Robert's head "G'night, Robert. I love you". He slowly closed his eyes, nuzzling his face into my neck lovingly "love you too, (d/n)" he whispered. Soon, we both dozed off to sleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, I awoke with a soft yawn. I would've stretched, ...but...I couldn't. Robert, who was still sound asleep, had his arms wrapped tightly around me. I smiled softly and just relaxed there, not wanting to ruin this precious moment. But, when my phone started to vibrate, I knew I had to get up to check it. My phone was in the pocket of my pants, ...and my pants were on the floor. I sighed and squirmed in Robert's grasp, trying my best to free myself. After all the struggle, I finally manage to escape Robert's strong arms, so I quickly move over to grab my phone. I sat on the edge of the bed and unlocked it, my jaw dropping in realization. It was a text from Amanda. Oh shit. She was visiting today!! How could I have forgot??

I hurried over to my underwear and hastily slipped them on, moving to put the rest of my clothes on afterwards. Robert eventually stirred at all the commotion I was making. He opened his eyes and looked around, seeing me scurrying over to my shirt to put it on. He raised a brow "(d/n)?". I jolted in surprise when he suddenly stated my name "Um, good morning, Robert!" I quickly said.

He sat up, looking at me with an expression that was mixed with suspicion and worry "What's the hurry?". I sighed, hoping that Robert didn't think that I was bailing on him "I'm sorry, I totally forgot. My daughter Amanda is visiting me today. She said she'd be at my place in about an hour" I stressfully run a hand through my messy hair "D-Dammit, I haven't even showered..".

Robert got up and put his boxers back on, before walking over to me "Hey, it's okay. You can take a quick shower here". I smiled and hugged Robert "Thanks.." As he hugged me back, I thought of something and pulled away "Hey, maybe you should take one with me". Robert's eyebrows raised. "It'd be faster than the both of us taking individual showers".

Robert gave me a confused stare "I'd love to shower with you, but I wasn't planning on going anywhere today...I know it sounds trashy, but I only really ever shower when I need to". I nodded "Yeah. I want you to come over today and meet my daughter". His eyes widened; he looked...nervous "I...already met her...at that party, remember?". I rolled my eyes with a little smirk "I know. But you two didn't really meet. C'mon, Robert. Please? She's been dying to meet you... and...now that we're finally together...I think now would be the perfect time. Plus, I've never had you over!". I just realized that in the 2 months that we've known each other, I've only ever been to Robert's house, and he's never been to mine.

Robert sighed "I'm...not really good with kids". I looked into Robert's eyes with a loving stare "Hey, don't worry. It's okay to be nervous" I giggled softly "Hell, your daughter threatened me when I first met her" I joked, which caused him to smile a bit. I stroked his hair "Please, Robert? For me? You don't have to stay over as long as Amanda". Robert sighed softly "Alright". I grinned widely and tightly hugged him "Thank youuu~! I promise I'll make sure that you wont regret it. Now c'mon, we gotta get ready!".

After quickly taking a nice and relaxing shower together, Robert and I hurriedly got dressed and left the house, rushing over to my place. Thank god we live so close.

When we got to my place, Robert and I made a cherry pie as fast as we possibly could. Fortunately, Amanda was a little late, which gave us more time to get ready. When she finally did arrive, Robert was clearly worried that things would get awkward. He hated small talk, and I knew that he didn't want to cause a bad scene, he was the guest after all.

After Amanda and I excitedly hugged each other and talked for a bit, Amanda turned her attention to Robert, happily introducing herself. As I watched my daughter talk to Robert, I felt relieved when I saw the worry leave his eyes. He even laughed a little when she referred to him as "knife dad"! Everyone gets along with Amanda. I wish I was as socially able as her. ...She's so cool.

The rest of the day was perfect. All three of us shared the cherry pie while watching our favorite TV show, and after that, we went out to see a movie together. When the movie ended, Amanda learned the importance of appreciating every single name in the credits; It made me so happy to see that her and Robert were getting along. At the end of the day, Robert went back home, and Amanda and I spent some father-daughter time together alone the next few days that she was over.

Meeting Robert was one of the best things that's ever happened to me, and I'm so glad I was able to get him out of that dark time in his life.

[winter-soldier-writer-blog]

You Need a Maid? Chapter 9

Fandom: Avengers / Marvel Rating: G / PG13 / R Warnings: Sexual situations, swearing.  Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, blah legal stuff. Don't sue me, I'm poor. Songs:

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With the brisk chill of Autumn at your window, you woke with a taste for apple cinnamon pancakes. Not being one to deny your cravings you headed to the kitchen after wrapping yourself in a sweater. Soon you were standing at the stove, flipping flapjacks onto a plate. The smell of sweet cinnamon wafted through the house.

"You made my favorite!" Exclaimed Tony, and you turned to look over your shoulder, surprised to see him. He almost never ate breakfast with the others. You slipped a pancake from the pan onto a plate and placed it onto the island in front of him.

"I didn't know you liked pancakes so much Tony, I would have made them more often." More feet shuffled out into the kitchen, yawns echoing, making you yawn in return. Hey, none of that. Everyone grabbed a plate, and Natasha, Sam, and Steve retired to the living room to eat. Tony stayed behind. You nibbled on a pancake, wondering where the Winter Soldier was. Sulking in his room most likely.

"Do you want more Tony? I can make more batter." He shook his head, sipping on an orange juice. You shrugged and gathered the dishes, beginning to clean up.

"Y/N I actually have a surprise for you." Figured, something was up. Tony sucked at being sneaky. You put your sponge down and followed him to your room. When the door opened you gasped.

"This is for me?" You walked over to the bed, running your hands over the fabric of the dress. It was beautiful, a rich crimson color, and made from soft satin. "But, why?" You looked back at him, still running your hands over the dress. It was so pretty.

He shrugged and walked away. "In case you need a nice dress. You really don't have anything in your closet." You blushed. He was right.

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Later that afternoon you were trying to catch up on the piles of your laundry you had been neglecting. You pulled out a pair of jeans and stopped. They were bloody and torn. The pair from when you had sliced open your leg. Your thoughts wandered to Bucky and how he had helped you. The semi-fond memory aside you thought about his asshole comment. Yeah, well, no one wants to have sex with you either, tin man.

As you were throwing in the last of your panties into the washer, you heard a little knock in the doorway. "Hey Y/N, got a minute?" You looked over to see Sam, a dumb grin on his face. Okay. What's up now? You shut the washer door and turned it on before hopping on top of it. Seemed like the most logical place to talk. Noisy. Safe from prying ears. "What's up?" He laughed and walked over to you.

"There's a party tonight. Some Halloween gala full of rich snobs and junk. The team has to go." Your face turned bright red immediately. Damn that Tony Stark. You were going to superglue that metal suit to him. See how he likes that.

"I was hoping you'd be my plus one." You looked at Sam and he was smiling so big. You felt a twist in your stomach. Your feelings were still on the fence, having avoided the topic of romance and Sam for weeks. J.A.R.V.I.S. had poked at you a bit more, but you had threatened to find his power switch if he didn't stop. You bit your lip knowing he was waiting for an answer. Aw hell. It was a swanky party and Sam. What could go wrong?

"Hell yeah." You smiled back at him. It was a Halloween party, how romantic could it get?

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"Just look at them."

The team stood in a cluster together, watching on as you and Sam talked. You stood off to the side, laughing together, a glass of champagne in your hand.

"Good call on the dress Tony," Natasha said, nudging him. You looked amazing and felt it too. The dress fit like someone had custom made it for your body, and your hair bounced in gentle curls as you walked.

"Sam looks like he's enjoying himself." Noted Tony with a smirk, as you reached to brush something from Sam's cheek. Steve nodded and smiled, amused as well.

A song came on, and you both left your champagne on a table, Sam took your hand leading you out to the dance floor. You leaned your head on his chest, his hands at your waist. The team muttered an 'aww' of approval.

"I bet you ten bucks they hook up." Natasha pointed, as you looked at each other, seemingly about to kiss. You both laughed at a private joke, instead.

"No way, I'm not taking you up on that one." Steve shook his head, knowing better. "I am not betting on those odds." Said Tony. "I can't tell what that girl will or won't do. She's kind of a mystery." Natasha huffed, disappointed.

"I'll bet you twenty she doesn't do it." Came Bucky's voice from behind the group. He clutched his glass a little too tight, it threatened to break. Everyone glanced at each other with curiosity. Bucky had become a moody mess lately. Especially on the topic of you.

"Looks like the bird has caught it's worm." Said Tony, pointing. You had wrapped your arm around Sam's and the two of you headed towards the exit to take the elevators up.

"Looks like you owe me, metal man." Chuckled Natasha as she held out her hand. Bucky grumbled something inaudible and coughed up the cash.

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Having your fill of champagne and rich people, you decided to head to your hotel room. The company throwing the gala had provided one to each member of the team. You felt a little silly getting your own room. You had planned on taking a taxi home. But at least in this setting, you were considered "part of the team".

Sam had offered to walk you up, the two of you talking and laughing the entire way. When you reached your door you pulled out your keycard and stopped, turning to say good night.

"Thanks, Sam." You smiled up at him, fidgeting with your card. "Tonight was great." You felt your cheeks grow warm and your eyes shifted to the floor. Since when did you get so shy around Sam?

"I'm glad you came with me." His voice was soft and soothing. You licked your lips, feeling your mouth go dry. He reached out, putting a hand on your shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat.

"I'm glad too." You felt your stomach do somersaults, and all you could think about was that damn kiss on your birthday. Sighing you decided to finally talk about it, get it over with, get it out. Now's a good a time as ever. Thundercats are go.

"Sam, ever since we...the-" He stopped you, pressing a finger to your lips. God, how you both loved and hated that move.

"I know. It's okay." He gave you a small smile and turned to walk away. His hand slipping off your shoulder. No, damn it! He wasn't listening!

Reaching out you grabbed his collar, pulling him down to your level. Your lips locked in a kiss and you felt him tense in shock, but soon he relaxed, melting into you. You heard something down the hallway and you broke apart. In one look at each other, you had made a decision. Swiping your keycard you both stumbled inside.

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The door clicked shut behind you and you turned to see Sam's tie flying. His suit jacket was already on the floor and he was working on the buttons of his shirt. You couldn't help but giggle a little, excitement and champagne all going to your head. His shirt finally off he looked at you with a smirk. "What are you laughing about?"

"Excited Sammy?" You teased, be he could hear the lust in your voice.

"It's not every day," he said walking towards you, closing the gap until your bodies barely touched. "...that I'm alone in a hotel room with a beautiful woman." You blushed, the pink of your cheeks making him grin. You reached up, running a hand down his chest, feeling the taught muscles there. Your nails gently raking his soft skin, making him groan.

Reaching the waistband of his pants your hands paused. You could already see his growing erection, straining against the fabric. You ran your hand over it, feeling his length. He erupted in a moan that urged you on. You tugged at his pants, and they fell away, leaving him in just his boxers. Before you could pull those off too you felt his hands reach around you and work the zipper of your dress. The fabric slipped off of you onto the floor, leaving you in your panties. He pulled you against him, a hand placed firmly on the small of your back, the other guiding your chin up to look at him. His chocolate brown eyes were hazy with lust, and you felt your heart quicken looking into them.

He leaned down kissing you, but this kiss wasn't like the others, it wasn't shy and playful. There was a passion there as he melded his lips with yours. You melted into his arms, your hands winding around his body to grasp his strong back. He teased your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip. You moan softly, kissing him back.

Suddenly his lips leave yours and he grabs you, lifting you up. Bringing you to the bed he gently placed you down, and with one swift motion, pulled your panties off, leaving you bare. You squirmed on the bed, waiting impatiently for him to shed the last of his clothing and join you. But he didn't. Instead, he pushed your legs apart, his head ducking between them. He teased at your folds, feeling your wetness, nudging your entrance with a finger.  You whimpered, encouraging him to go on. He slipped the finger inside you and you gasped. He pumped a few times before adding a second finger, gaining another breathy gasp from you. "Sam," you softly moaned as he worked his fingers inside you feeling your tightness. Your hands went to your breasts, pinching and tugging on your nipples. "Sam!" Suddenly you felt his tongue on your clit, gently teasing around the nub. He plunged his tongue in farther, licking at you, rubbing his tongue against your clit. It's almost too much and you felt your orgasm building. You placed a hand on his head, holding him between your legs. You cried out in pleasure as you erupted, squeezing against his fingers. He pulled them out and lapped up your juices.

Still shaking on the bed you saw Sam lose his boxers and you reveled in the sight of him, feeling an ache in your core to feel him inside you. He climbed over you, between your legs, his erection brushing against you. He leaned down, pulling your lips into a kiss, you could taste yourself on him.

Gently he pressed at your entrance and you can already feel his thickness. You lifted your hips begging him to go on, but he wouldn't rush. Slowly he entered you, stretching you. You let out a guttural moan and he pulled out, slowly filling you again. He pulled back, slowly pumping into you a third time and you were sure you're about to lose it.

When he's sure you've accommodated him he starts to thrust, paced and rhythmic. His hands reached down cupping your breasts, fingers tugging on your sensitive nipples, making you whimper and moan. He thrust faster, grunting, and you start to feel it build in you again. He can feel it too and he reaches down, rubbing your clit. You burst, and he moaned as you squeezed around him.

He stopped thrusting and grabbed your legs, moving them so they were resting on his shoulders, giving him deeper access. He bucked into you hitting your sweet spot and you gripped the sheets crying out. "Damn it, Sam," you breathed and he grinned, thrusting again. You arched your back, and you felt him pulse knowing he's close. "Y/N" he groaned, gripping your hips tightly. His thrusts became quick and short and you could feel him swell inside you. You felt it build inside you too and you're moaning together. He thrust deep one last time and you erupted as he exploded into you. He pulsed a few times making you shiver.

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You clean up in the bathroom, thankful you took your pill that morning, and return to bed where he's waiting for you, a stupid grin plastered on his face. "Whats so funny?"

"Steve’s room is right next to ours, and I heard him get back like, 20 minutes ago." You laughed curling up in his arms. Sorry Captain

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