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wroteclassicaly · 3 years

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May I Taste Your Sin

(Michael Langdon x Female Reader)

Pairings : Michael Langdon x Female Reader

Warnings : Language, smut, blood, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, blood play, & period sex.

A/N : This fic has been a loooong time coming! I’m sorry it’s taken me this long, but now that I have inspo I wanted get this out for y’all! The warnings are obviously self-explanatory, so skip this if you don’t like the contents it’s gonna contain! Michael Langdon eats human hearts, and he’s a demon, before anyone starts to fuss over this, lol. I’m sure menstrual cycles with his partner would be a dessert to him!

Enjoy! This one is pretty intense, so I’m nervous about it! I also have more installments with different characters coming in the next few days! :)

Check out where I first posted the teaser for this fic, and check out these period sex headcanons I wrote for Michael!

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He keeps staring at you. You try to move about, do your tasks, even attempt conversation with people you’d tried so hard to avoid these past several years. Your abilities to function like the human being that you are, seemingly vanish whenever the tall honey blond is within your exhausted proximities. You aren’t sure if you’d like to let out the loudest echoing scream and see where it ends up in this place, or let your wildest carnal urges guide your hormones into a literal sticky situation. Or, at the very least, let yourself fantasize about seducing him in your own self-created version of reality.

You’ll have to settle on the latter, unfortunately. Pocketing the cream colored dish rag, you place the last row of finely printed novels on the book shelve. Your fingertips linger, attempting to find a portal through their leather cover tops. Your tongue slicks your parched lips, neck stretching to crack out the tension. You aren’t trying to do anything but stealing some relaxation, when a largely hot hand is pressing a knot-out in a knead on your shoulder - clasping, settling a risky purchase.

You don’t have to make an educated guess to know whose hand that belongs to. He practically spews out his control and ownership of this place every chance that he gets. Biting down a venomous sigh, you coerce yourself into a turn around - gathering an eyeful of Langdon’s fancy black vest. That’s not good enough for the King, apparently, as he fits his pointer finger underneath your chin in a tuck, thumb pressing against your jaw to tilt your gaze to his own.

“Did you forget your manners, Miss Y/L/N?”

The way his shining eyes are sizing your attention, captivating your unwillingness to comply to how Langdon makes you feel - it can’t be humanly possible, can it? There’s that possessive ache that begs you to launch ownership over him and his entire body. Why is everything so widely dramatic whenever he’s around? Is he just full of himself or is it something way more than you’re aware? A crackling parch winds its pathway around your throat, sealing your breath in.

Nothing comes from between your lips. You’re frozen solid, legs a weightless press. Each touch this... man brings upon your body is like a bass thump - pumping you towards his secretive rhythm. All you can do is sway with the beat. Langdon smirks coyly, his other hand resting behind his back in an idle grace.

Neither of you dare utter a word. However, Langdon is seemingly content in making you squirm and you try to focus on everything but his perfectly crafted jawline, and how eagerly you’d suck on it if asked. You swear you can hear your heartbeat galloping off, so strong that it can tear your heart right out of your chest along with it. His colorful eyes glance over you in a brief stamping sweep, lingering at your sore breasts and your waistline.

What is he even doing...?

“Excuse me, but Ms. Venable did not authorize any private conferences with the help.” A cold and steel - grasped voice chills your bones down, dusting your cheeks with a reddening humiliation.

You haven’t even so much as spoken to Langdon, yet it feels like you two have been clawing and scratching at each other all over this fucking outpost, riding one another until you can’t fathom walking upright. You still can’t speak, but Langdon takes care of that for you.

“Interesting, and did Ms. Venable give you permission to waltz in here when you weren’t requested or required, just to give a meaningless order?” Langdon is mildly amused in his question, his hand still paused on your chin, thumb now swiping in a tickling drop with his fingertip - along your jaw.

Ms. Mead looks comical in her brief attempt at forming a snappy comeback, only to go silent in defeat. You take this tension as your escape line - quickly edging from the sacred confines Langdon has built for you two, and you all but run out the door. You’re clutching your shirt collar, punching a two pounce path up the staircase and to the help’s quarters.

Chores now, panic later.

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Five minutes. Five fucking minutes in this place that you’ve served without question, complaint, for nearly two years - is all you want. But as the heavy handed rasps of Mead’s knuckle bones beat on your bathroom door, you know that is a simple pipe dream. Her low voice is harsh with you, making your headache unfold into a full blown migraine. You shift uncomfortably, knees knocking together, thighs sore against the cool porcelain seat below you.

Langdon must’ve massively pissed her off... Good.

Your palms collect purchase to your cradle your face, your eyes glistening with tears, throat burning with frustration. It hurts too much to stand upright this time. Normally women would lose this in stressful situations. Add the apocalypse and barely eating, you’d peg it normal to receive nothing. However, your predicament is much worse, fucking you over once more.

Your body welcomes Mother Nature each month. Unpredictable, yet there. Heavy, excruciating. You could list on and on reasons that don’t amount to much. You’re stuck with a part of you that won’t ever come to fruition.

Not in your former life, especially not in this one. Another reminder that carries an award winning irony. Sighing, you peer down at the red dish rag you were given. Literally on the rag, what a joyous harmony. The elites of course, are given the tampons and pads.

You have to use scraps of fabric you’re forced to wash in the bathtub if you move too fast or sneeze. And on your heavy days when you haven’t the time to stop your duties to wash and air out the towels, things are much harder. At least before the apocalypse you had chocolate, feminine products, a warm shower to take your time in, movies to curl up with, and a place of your own to cry where no one could hear you. You sniffle, hormones locking down your heart.

Most recently the outpost had welcomed the cooperative leader Langdon. He had interviewed everyone but you, uninterested, only flustering you a few times. Him being here just makes your period a more unwelcome storm. This morning as you were passing him on the landing of the staircase, delivering the bath towels to elite rooms, he stared at you. Right into you, nostrils flaring, tongue rolling out to slick his plump lips, blue eyes darkening.

Then there was this afternoon. How could I forget...?

The encounters were over quicker than they took place. Still, his acknowledgment of you didn’t bring your interview, nor did it promise your application for the sanctuary he preaches about. Forcing your tears to bank, you stand with your dress skirt and apron held up, staring at the stained rag in your panties. You turn and flush the toilet, eating back around to the shock of your fucking life. There, just feet in the from the doorway, is Langdon in all his glory.

It makes you swallow harshly, stomach drawing off the butterflies that have grown claws. You feel winded. His ring covered fingers bring an object to your sights. A thinly wrapped stick. You don’t answer, you don’t move, you don’t protest him approaching until he’s directly in front of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You try, a mere whisper betraying your bravery.

“Helping you,” He answers simply, a heated slide crossing his mouth. You can practically taste him, damn near swaying forward.

You start to snap back into your senses, ready to cover your remembered modesty back up. He grasps your wrist, a hungry look soft in his features. “Will you let me?”

You’re shaking, body on fire at him touching you, you try to keep your legs from clenching, that want. You know what will occur if you let yourself. He is gentle with you, admiration clear. Why? You don’t understand this.

“You’re bleeding, I know.”

Jaw unhinged, you stand upright, his fingers still ghosting your skin. An unlucky movement on your part, the warmth spills from you and you look down between your thighs in horror at the red lines running down your legs, pattering against the floor. Langdon is breathing heavily, practically panting, stunning you once more. His other hand grips your cheek, thumb swiping your lip, eyes not breaking contact from yours.

“Do you know how good your cunt smells? Every pathetic person in this outpost is starving and you have the best meal between your fucking legs.”

When your silence stretches on, Michael nudges forward, careful with you. “May I feast?”

It’s all too much to handle. Having him talk to you, you speaking to him. And now this? How? You begin to grow dizzy, hands trembling as you try to pull your clothing back up. Langdon’s hands grip your wrists.

“Please don’t do that.”

You want to stun him incredulously, backhand him. None of that is happening, not even the urge. Instead, your want for him is magnifying beyond any feigned ignorance. Your tongue slides out across your lips, teeth biting down on your bottom lip in a brisk chew. Langdon hooks his middle finger between your teeth, releasing your lip and combing the blood across in a coppery gloss.

Your chest is startled, rising and falling in quivering quakes, ears hearing a static rush. Everything inside of you is alive and crying out in need to be sated. Langdon grips you around the waist, lowering his forehead to rest atop your own, his middle finger - still doused in your blood - slithers past his own lips, which close in a sticky suckle. A vibrating moan pummels his throat, causing a constricting swallow that showcases his Adam’s apple.

If I could only just lick that...

Langdon is sly and devilishly cunning to a fault - fast in his next movements. He presses a designer boot down over your skirts, successfully preventing them from being made up. “Leave them here for someone else.”

“I... I can’t. This is too much, Langdon —“ He chuckles at the formality.

“Since I can see your womanhood running from between your legs, I suppose it’s only fair that we skip some formalities, don’t you agree, Y/N?” Your eyes are probably wider than necessary - a cartoon like sight. He’s used your full name in an authoritative command, leaving no room for question. “And you may call me Michael.”

It’s all a little more frantic from this point. He gives the slightest of information, and you see your skirts and panties gliding across the floor in a winded push. Michael brings that wrapped item back into your eye-line. “We won’t be needing this for a while.”

“I didn’t say yes.” You try, swallowing a weak, whimpering stifle.

“But you didn’t say no, did you?” That shit eating grin. He has you and he is all too aware - elated to the brimming brimstone of hellfire you’re about to bestow upon yourself.

Your insides melt into the trenches of red hot, raw ravishment. Michael drops his left arm down, hand palming his hardening cock through black slacks, eyes encouraging you in a chained bind. “Let’s go and make a mess in my room.”

Now or never. No more of this, back to reality, maybe some place better. You’re spinning in a foiling encasement, precipice wide and open - hungry to pull you under. And you dive in, you let it all go. Michael looks satisfied, sharing something with himself that you don’t know... yet.

Taking Michael Langdon’s hand, you’re led into the unknown.

~*~

Langdon leads you down his own separate corridor, your free hand scolded for trying to hold yourself over your uniform.

“I want you to make a mess.” Michael says.

You hope that you’re not the one who will be paying the cost for your own said mess, or cleaning it up. If it’s up to Venable - you’ll be licking it, all the way to her high heeled boots.

Once inside the confines of Michael Langdon’s bedroom, you take the time to look around, enjoying the perks this situation is bringing. The room isn’t any different than what the purple elites get here, it is bordering on a more... lived in feel, which is ironic when you consider that Langdon hasn’t been here like everyone else has for the past three years.

Guess he’s just more comfortable? He does look like an English vampire half the time..

On that note, a particularly harsh cramp antagonizes your uterus, causing you to clench your abdomen, choking out a acidic slice. “Fucking demonic cramps.”

Michael - now clad in his all black ensemble, minus the overcoat - chortles, knotting his fingers together behind his back and strolls forward, wetting his lips as the firelight crackles a sparking soundtrack. “It’s ironic how you refer to it as “demonic”, when Satan really has nothing to do with this. I mean, it’s not on him that humanity failed their pitiful guidelines for sobering temptation. Wasn’t it your lord and savior that bestowed this curse upon you?” He finishes, giving a head tilt to your unhinged stun.

“Are you religious?” Is all you can come up with.

Michael sneers, looking slightly offended. It fades seconds later. “Depends on your definition of religious, and then there is what one believes in. But I guess you can say that I’m devoted to... a certain cause.”

“Were you this mysterious before the apocalypse, or is that why the cooperative gave you the job?” You try, a discomfort crackling at your inner thighs.

They’re probably smeared... And not just with blood.

“I bet you’re uncomfortable.” Michael teases, snapping his fingers at the fireplace. Did your eyes betray you, or did the flames flicker?

You want to give a snappy comeback, but it feels unwise. You nod like the sap that you are, nails biting your palms. Your heartbeat has begun to accelerate, a visible sight beneath your apron. Langdon guides himself to step in front of you, leather shoes drumming across the floor beneath. Every sound in this forsaken room is flowing through your eardrums - Michael’s scent on the tip of your tongue.

You need him. More than your body has to have the air that filters underneath this mausoleum. You’re so unsteady, eyes brimming with the smoking arousal, blocking common sense. Michael catches you as you collide with his chest, wrapping your fists into his vest. His blue irises are disappearing to a canyon of night sky - lavish black so sinful that it steals the breath from your lungs.

Drizzling off your tongue is a hesitation. “Won’t we get into trouble...? Venable -“ Those rough fingertips hold a softness that hushes your lips, denting.

“Can watch me with my face buried into your cunt. The humiliation will arouse her.” Michael answers in his own finish.

You aren’t sure why, but that grates your mouth into a sneaky grin, shared with Michael’s, sensing that slapping throb at his phrases. He pinches your chin, nuzzling your head to the side, his lips sloping a map across your neck. His towering physique backs you by knocking his knees into your thighs, delivering you to the edge of his bed. You drop like wild weights, looking towards the ceiling, trying to take a deep inhalation. Langdon crouches, pants rustling as they tighten around his temptingly thick thighs.

He tuts in a scold, chiding you furthermore. “You will watch what I’m getting ready to do to you! Is that clear, Y/N?”

You don’t answer fast enough, Michael’s hand wrapping around your throat, eyes burning hellfire through you - dusting your bones to ash. Your throat is wet with the clingy, unshed tears. Fuck, you have to be filled up until you’re hollowed out. Michael is languid in grace, hand toppling into your lap, joining his other.

“Take down your hair, Y/N.”

Like a puppet, you obey your new owner. Unwrapping the pointed bun, you shake your locks free, sighing in an eased tickle.

“What a good and obedient girl that you are. Those who obey, shall reap the riches.”

“Why are you doing this?” An ignorant question on your part.

“Because,” As if it’s the most simple answer in this broken world, Michael let’s his hands start to unbutton his vest, carelessly sending it, his attention not wavering off you in the slightest. “I’m hungry.”

A literal moan comes from you, making Langdon hiss through his through his milky white teeth. He resumes his former position, hovering.

“Spread.” Michael says, a quaint wonder adorning him, his palms sliding up and down your legs to feel you part them. The blood is mixing some fucked out potion with your creamy arousal for him, and he knows it, has it right into your tremble from the exposure.

Your skin is steaming in scrapes, responding so vulgarly to Michael, that he is hooking his wrists under your knees, bouncing the flesh into his awaiting hands, and claiming. He hoists your legs over his shoulders to arch you to his idea of perfection. You should be protesting, in a shambled shyness. That is gone, no place here. Michael let’s his nose rest in the crease of your thigh, crudely sniffing like some beast.

His sopping tongue finds a striking stroke along your ruby red, damp thigh.

Closer... He’s getting closer...

When you can’t feel that warm and snide air he possesses, you lock to load a question. Michael is shedding himself of his remaining clothing in a cocky crawl. His hair curtains his face as he sees you seek out his cock - thick and heavy, weighted and wet with pre-cum.

“Finish taking off your clothing.” You’ve never done something so fast in your years alive.

You have to admit, being so vulnerable like this - naked and bleeding, it has you buzzing.

Michael outstretches a veined forearm, the back of his rings swirling in desiring dances across your breasts. “Do these hurt?”

Your lashes are slicked in perspiring tears, the tired soreness harassing your chest. He has his truth. His trim form bows to you once more, placing your legs back where they belong. He knuckles a pressing push into your abdomen. “Bear down.”

It isn’t an accident this time, it’s not a discreet secrecy. Michael wants you this way. All of you. Finding a confidence, you give yourself a high and sink your fingers into his hair, toes tickling his shoulder blades in a forwarding nudge, doubling down on your muscles. That warmth spills out of you and Langdon takes you, tongue parting your swollen folds. He regulates his tongue in wet paints, licking and sucking everything you give him.

“Please—“ You’re already begging. It’s so fucking intense and intimate that you can’t formulate your own damned name.

“Are you really going to ask, or would you just like to feel good?” Michael vibrates, his mouth visible and shining crimson as he seeks you out between your slippery thighs.

It’s outright feral. His irises are coal black, blue lost in some combing canyon that’s crumbled around sin. His digits prod at your sensitive opening, being accepted moments later. His lips close over your clit, tongue slithering back and forth to assist his beckoning fingers. He gathers more from you - his purpose.

That quenched fold starts to seize you early on, your pattering breaths signaling the orgasm that is about to tear the screams from your fucking diaphragm. Michael’s hand smacks and rolls your swollen breast - permission granted. That’s all it takes and you’re falling back onto the mattress, back arching in a lined drag, pussy flattening against his mouth. He jerks you impossibly closer, your vision whiting out into dark spots. You tangle your fingers further into his luscious strands, holding, pulling.

In the midst of close recovery, Michael is plowing you with a short lived let down, his mouth leaving your pussy. You can’t complain, no time available, as his hips slot in a frazzled fit between your legs. His pelvis is tense, sheathed in sweat. His chest smashes your breasts, his hand reaching down to guide his cock inside you. You can’t speak, but cling tightly to his back. He growls a sound that you’ll never forget, the fire bursting behind him, flames licking the rocked cove that houses them.

His mouth is covered in your essence, your cunt bathing his dick with each violent thrust. It’s pouring in drenches, salty perspiration, pooling blood - both of you losing yourselves in the mess. Michael props himself up, digging into a dipping slam, meeting your mouth in an ending kiss. His hair tickles your shoulders, nose nudges your now blood caked mouth, and he gives the warning.

“Spill your fucking curse all over me!” And you come undone, glued to him in puzzled entrapment.

Your thighs are wrecked, his bedsheets useless, and then there’s Michael, who forces you to look at him and really see him. There’s only black in his eyes. You sputter a disbelief, bracing. His mouth parts, tongue flicks across to gather more, leveling off into his jagged movements. He swells inside your cunt, dousing your walls in his warm cum.

He doesn’t leave you, not even when it’s over. He simply takes you with him. You aren’t sure where you get the courage to speak - body shaking and shivering.

“What... Michael, who are you?”

He cups a hand over your cunt, rolling onto his side, keeping you held to him. He lightly blows away a pesky lock of your hair, then maneuvers another behind your ear.

“I’m the man who’s going to save your wretched existence.”

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raineydays411 · 4 years

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Mission In Progress

Steve Rogers x daughter!reader

Summary: Steve realizes that his past behavior may have cost him the love of his daughter.

A/n: Hello! This is the second part to my Steve Rogers series! I hope you like it and also I hope y’all get the little references I put in these lol💕

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“What do you mean Natasha taught you?”

Oh shit.

That was the collective thought between you, Nat, Clint, and Tony. It was well known among the team that Steve didn’t want his daughter learning ANY form of self defense, but those four thought that was ridiculous. She was Captain America's daughter, she definitely would need to fight off an enemy sooner or later.

“well...nat taught me the basics on how to defend myself, she said it would come in handy someday.” You say quietly, picking the thread on your sleeve rather than looking at your father.

“Romanoff, you taught her how to fight?” Steve said, fury bleeding into his eyes. “I made it perfectly clear--”

“Steve, its unreasonable for her not to know how to fight, she's the daughter of one of the worlds greatest defenders. If she doesn’t fight, she’s dead.”, Natasha said bluntly, staring Steve in the face as the other Avengers grew uncomfortable.

“She’s perfectly fine, it’s not like she leaves the Tower anyway.”

“Because if she did, you’d have someone follow her. It’s creepy, man” Tony butts in with a roll of his eyes. By now both Bruce and Thor had silently left the room, as both of them would be useless in this conversation.

“Oh, so Tony Stark is gonna teach me how to raise a kid? Isn’t that ironic.”

“It’s not like you’re doing any better on your own. All Y/n does is stay in her room and write in that book of hers, she doesn’t even talk to people her own age.”

“It’s safer that way and you all know it” Steve snaps, refusing to even look your way. “ I set those rules for a reason, and I don’t appreciate my team mate or friends going behind my back and breaking them.”

“Look, Steve we love you, but the way you’re going about this whole parenting situation is completely wrong.” Clint finally says. “ I get that you were thrusted into this role, we all do. But man, you can protect Y/n from everything and it’s not healthy for her to be locked away in the tower like--”

“Like some modern day Rapunzel”

“Thank you, Tony.”

“You all know the reason why she’s not allowed to leave. Its just safer that way.” Steve says, expecting the conversation to be over. “ Now, we’ll talk about this when we get back to --”

“You don’t lock me away for my protection” You say looking up with a determined face. Steve, obviously stunned you called him out like that turned to you and said

“ Excuse me?”

“ It was never about me. If you wanted me to be safe, you would have taught me how to defend myself as soon as you could. You would have told the world about me, just to make sure everyone knows not to mess with me.” You say, your brow furrowed. “ You say its for safety, but who’s safety is it really for?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve says in a low, slow tone.

“Everytime I come in a room, you tense up like I’m going to attack you.” You start to say, realizing that once you reveal what you noticed, things will never be the same. “ You monitor everything I do. You never allow me to be alone. You don’t talk to be about missions and don’t allow anyone else to.” You stand up off the couch. “ You refuse to acknowledge my mother, and won’t even let read the journal she left me.”

“That’s enough Y/n”

“No!” You shout. “ It’s not fair I don’t understand why you treat me like this.” Steve looks at you in surprise.

“ Y/n, you don’t understand.”

“ I do. You don’t trust me.” You finally say. “ You haven’t from day one, and I don’t know why. It's not like a six year old is a Hydra agent by disguise.”

Hearing this Steve freezes. He knows that all this surveillance was unnecessary. And deep down he knew that you could never hurt not even a fly. but that tiny voice in his head got the best of him. And even though he grew to love you more than he’d like to admit, the thought of you being am enemy scared him.

“ You are a threat.” Steve says stubbornly. “ You came out of nowhere, with nothing but a note in the middle of the night. Your mother is nowhere to be found, and I have no idea who to even look for. You look nothing like me and defiantly don’t act like me.”

Hearing these words is like a knife being repeatedly stabbed in your heart. It’s one thing to think that your dad doesn’t love you, it's another to hear them directly from his mouth.

“ I have done nothing for you to treat me like this. I have done nothing to lose your trust. I didn’t ask for my mother to leave me here with you. It’s not my fault.” You say, tears starting to well up in your eyes. “ That robot asked me to go with him you know?”

The whole room freezes. You never mentioned that when Clint picked you up from the Tower.

“ He asked me to go with him, because he said I had no one. I had nothing to loose. And now” You let tears run down your face. “ Now that I know he’s right, I still wouldn’t go with him. Because I would NEVER want someone to get hurt because of me.” And with that you pushed past the group of superheros and ran outside. You didn’t know where you were going, but you had to get out of that house.

You walk into town and into a bookshop that was surprisingly open at this hour. The clerk looked at you in annoyance as you wandered the isles quietly. Picking up a copy of Romeo and Juliet, you walk toward the counter to pay.

“Tch, Romeo and Juliet?” The cashier says

“What about it?” you ask, puzzled that he cared enough to mention it.

“Nothing if you’re thirteen and never had a boyfriend.”

“Oh really?” You say, eyes lighting up at the chance to talk to someone your own age without the gaze of an agent boring into your back.

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Meanwhile, there was a tense silence in the house. Steve left with the words you told him rattling in his brain.

“You know, Y/n always used to come to me for help picking out the perfect father's day gift for you.” Clint said breaking the silence in the room. “ She insisted we wake up hours before you to go to the shops just to surprise you. She loved wrapping the gift and the thought of making you happy.” He smiled bitterly. “ I loved every second of it, watching her reminded me of my own family. It broke my heart to see her little face deflate when you barely acknowledged the gift and treated it like it was a bomb or something.” He shakes his head and walks out. Natasha follows him and says ‘ Its late, it's not safe for her to be out there alone, I’m going to look for her.”. Then she’s gone. Leaving only Tony and Steve in the living room. It’s quiet for a few minutes. They can hear Clint playing with his children, Lila laughing as Cooper and Clint chase her.

“ You know, all my life I had to wonder if my dad loved me too.” Tony said suddenly. “ I guess that’s why I got along with Y/n so well.”

Steve sat on the couch and sighed. “ I guess I could’ve approached this differently.”

“That's your problem Rogers, you treat her like a mission. She’s a kid. Even I know that you can’t raise a kid that way.”

Steve exhaled through his nose. “So, what do you think I should do?”

Tony rolled his eyes again.” Well for one, you can go look for your fourteen year old daughter who ran out in the middle of the night in an area she doesn’t know.”

Steve's eyes widened and he shot up, “ Shit, I- I have to go find her.” and with that he ran out of the living room, leaving Tony alone as he heard him shout

“Language!”

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It didn’t take long for Steve to get into town. The only problem he really faced was figuring out where you might be. Almost everything was closed except for a liquor store and some bars. He started to panic, as he started to think about the possibility of you being hurt or kidnapped or--

“Hey bomb pop, over here” someone whispers

Steve looks around to see Natasha standing in front of a bookshop. He jogs up to her and asks

“Nat what are you--” “SHHH, look” she points into the window.

At first Steve didn’t know what he was looking at. All he saw was two kids flirting on some bean bags. But then he looked closer and realized that was his kid flirting on some bean bags. He got ready to burst in there and drag her out, which surprised him.

“What are you doing” Natasha harshly whispered, “This is the first time in years y/n has talked to someone her age, and I will NOT let you ruin it.”

“But does it have to be a boy” Steve whines, then he shrinks back as Nat glares at him.

“You have no right to play protective daddy right now, you--”

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It’s been about an hour since you started talking to Levi, the cashier. Even though he insulted your book choice

“It’s a play about two bratty kids who think they’re in love and then kill themselves, its pathetic”

He’s interesting. He has this harsh exterior that is refreshing to you. You liked that he didn’t handle you with kids gloves like the rest of the Avengers did. He let you stay behind after closing as long as you helped him clean, but you didn’t last long because apparently you “cleaned like a blind person with no hands” whatever that means. After cleaning you two sat and talked about music and his friends. It was nice. That was until you felt eyes on you.

Looking out the window you noticed two figures staring at you. One petite red head and a tall blonde to be more specific. Rolling your eyes, you say goodbye to Levi and thank him for one of the best nights you’ve had in a while. As you left he did something that surprised you.

“Hey brat, here’s my number.” He says as he gives you an old receipt, “ Don’t expect me to text you all night, I have a life too.”

You just smile and say thank you, blushing as you realize this was your first friend in years. You put the number in your pocket and walk outside.

“Dad? Nat?” You ask, cutting their little squabbling short. “What are you two doing here?”

Nat and Steve stand up straight.

“It was getting late and I was worried so I came to find you” Natasha said, “ But it seems to me that you were quite alright in there” She finishes with a smirk. You blush as you try to think of a retort. Before you say anything, you hear your dad clear his throat. You roll your eyes.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t getting intel on how to kill you or whatever you think what will happen if i make friends.” You again push past the two avengers, your good mood spoiled as you walk away. You hear some harsh whispering then your name is called.

“Y/n” your father calls, “I think we need to talk.”

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Tag list: @angeldreineedshelp @night-thinqer @ilyimagines @vxidsti1es @big-galaxy-chaos

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #steve rogers x daughter!reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark x teen!reader #natasha romanoff #marvel x reader #marvel #avengers x teen!reader #poc reader

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dimigex · 4 years

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Seeing Red - KakaSaku

So, I haven’t disappeared entirely, I’ve just been working on a commissioned piece. But, after having a chat with @cinlat this piece popped into mind and demanded to be written. It was meant to be 300 words or less, they didn’t cooperate lol I’ll put it up on A03 and FF tomorrow probably.

Sweat burned Sakura’s eyes as she dodged to the right. Kakashi followed on the balls of his feet, agile as a cat. She ducked beneath his jab, pirouetted to the side. and struck his shoulder. At least, she should have connected. Somehow, Kakashi dropped into a roll with fingers braced on the ground. The shift in gravity gave him the opportunity to sweep Sakura’s feet from beneath her.

Air exploded from Sakura’s lungs when she hit the ground. She paused there for a moment, admiring the brilliant blue overhead while struggling to breathe. Then, ignoring Kakashi’s outstretched hand, she sprang onto her feet. “Again.”

Kakashi started to speak, but Sakura shoved him backward with a punch toward the solar plexus. His chin jerked up, throwing sweaty silver hair out of his eyes as his arms crossed high to ward off the next attack. A flash of red at Kakashi’s hips caught Sakura’s attention as he flexed. She landed in a half crouch starting at the place where the color had disappeared.

The impact of the man’s kick sent Sakura sprawling across the ground. Kakashi’s surprised grunt echoed over her ringing ears when she finally slid to a halt. He appeared at her side in an instant, frowning. “Why didn’t you dodge?”

Sakura shook her head to clear the fuzzy thoughts, fighting the blush that threatened to rise on her cheeks. She pointedly didn’t look at Kakashi’s hip, now covered in charcoal fabric instead of the tantalizing strip of red. “I was distracted.”

“Distractions will get you killed in battle,” Kakashi observed, teasing lilt entering his voice now that he realized Sakura was okay. He brought one hand up between them. “How many fingers do you see?”

Sakura shoved to her feet and dusted the grass off of her shorts. “Enough to remember that I know more about concussions than you do.”

Kakashi’s chuckle ended abruptly when Sakura launched herself forward. He blocked three quick strikes toward his midsection, allowed the fourth graze his ribs, then caught Sakura’s wrist as she tried to spin away. She used the momentum, bringing a knee up between his legs. The pressure on her arm disappeared as Kakashi flipped backward to avoid the connection.

The fabric of Kakashi’s shirt rode up, revealing the cut of his hips and the unmistakable red that hugged both sides. Sakura barely noticed the peek of hard abdominal muscles alongside the foreign color. Kakashi pulled his follow-up punch at the last second, fingers inches away from Sakura’s cheek. He exhaled hard at the effort of stopping and stumbled into her. “You’re going to get hurt if you don’t start paying attention.”

If you only knew. I’m paying too much attention. Sakura mentally shook herself and danced backward two steps. Her gaze slid to Kakashi’s partially hidden face and heat rushed into her cheeks. The world spun. Before Sakura could come up with a proper excuse, he closed the distance between them. “It’s too hot to train, your face is so red--.”

“Just like your boxers?” Sakura blurted, unable to erase the image of Kakashi’s hips from her mind. Her hands clasped over her mouth to halt any other revelations from slipping out.

Kakashi stopped short, his forehead furrowing at the words. Sakura considered sinking into the ground and disappearing with an earth jutsu, but she couldn’t make her mind work enough to form the signs. Kakashi offered a tight eye smile. “We better call it a day and let you get some rest. You aren’t making any sense.”

Could it be that easy, Sakura wondered, clutching at straws of hope. Faking heatstroke was preferable to admitting that her entire world had ground to a halt at the glimpse of Kakashi’s--No, don’t think about it. Sakura nodded quickly and rubbed a hand across her sweaty face. An uncomfortable warmth settled in her stomach when he slid an arm over her shoulders to steady her.

They walked in companionable silence until they reached the village. Sakura’s convenient escape to her apartment was imminent when Kakashi chuckled in the back of his throat. The sound carried more amusement than Sakura was used to. “I thought red was your favorite color.”

Sakura opened her mouth to respond but no words came out. Vaguely, she wondered if she could disappear without answering. She could pretend to faint keeping with the heatstroke alibi. but Kakashi would wait until she woke up and that would be a whole other level of awkward. Slowly, logic broke through her embarrassment. “Wait, were you expecting me to see them?”

“No,” Kakashi laughed, pink skimming above his mask as he stepped backward. Wariness stood out in his shoulders, but playfulness as well “It was a coincidence.”

Humming under her breath, Sakura nodded. She started to turn away, then paused and looked back at Kakashi. He offered a sheepish smile that she could read despite the mask. Sakura grinned and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “My favorite color is green, just so you know.”

Kakashi’s stunned silence met a swirl of leaves as Sakura shunshined to her apartment. She couldn’t face that conversation, not today. But, one day soon, maybe--

#Dimi Drabbles #My writing #Kakasaku #Kakashi Hatake #Sakura Haruno #Fluff #Humor #Pining #Poorly written fight scene #Ninja dorks

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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“Well, here is my description: I am a girl who loves to read, video games, draw and animated series (and also anime). I like guys who can talk about anything and who are affectionate. And I have a soft spot for bad guys. My dream is to become a psychologist to help people overcome their problems and become the people they once were and even better, and also because I like to analyze people. I hope this gives you an idea. <3″

@eu-ayk, Thank you for your patience! As you can imagine, medical school is grueling so I’ve gotten a bit behind on all my projects ^u^” I’m working hard to finish them all up though! So, your match-up!

I match you with...

Hatsuharu Sohma from Fruits Basket!

Yep, this is the one! Hatsuharu shares a lot of interests with you, especially videogames— there’s nothing he enjoys more than just lazing around with you doing some gaming, whether you’re playing against one another, cooperating, or playing two totally different games. He’s also somewhat into anime, especially because a lot of the younger kids like it, and he’s not a picky guy; he goes with the flow and will do whatever will make you happy!

Hatsuharu is really laid-back and chill, and not afraid to say what’s on his mind most of the time. So that makes him a great guy to talk to, whether it be idle chatter or deep 2 a.m. philosophical rants. He loves to listen to you, too, ramble on about any old thing. Honestly, he’s just affectionate all around; this man is not shy when it comes to showing his partner he loves them! Such a sweetheart.

He also thinks it’s great that you want to be a psychologist and help others! He and his family have suffered a lot, so it makes him proud that you want to devote your life to helping people overcome their traumas. He will 1000% come to you trying to get tips to try and give Yuki LOL, it’s really funny.

Now, you said you like bad boys (don’t we all)? While Haru is sweet most of the time, sometimes the boy just has to snap... So here’s how it goes the first time you witness “Dark Haru”!:

Kyo’s got a smart mouth; we all know this. Most of the time, haru is able to just ignore the bristly cat boy, but, well... The first time Kyo pops off with something not-so-nice about you, Haru just snaps.

Like, he has instantly flipped Kyo over judo-style, flat on his back on the tatami floor, leaving him stunned. Haru’s face is screwed up in a taunting sneer as he just eggs Kyo on to go scrap it out a couple rounds in the front yard, while Shigure is already opening the sliding door to keep it from getting damaged (again).

Everyone looks to you in shock, expecting you to be startled by Haru’s sudden switch in mood, and are surprised to find you... blushing?

Oh yes, you’re secret affection for bad boys has suddenly come to light... You can’t help but be exhilarated, seeing Haru acting so tough! And he’s gonna take notice, too, grabbing your chin and flirting hard. It’s a wonder you don’t faint from your heart rate sailing through the roof!

Of course, all it takes is Yuki lightly whapping Haru upside the head to get him to switch back to his normal, calm demeanor. Ignoring Kyo entirely, he just asks if you’re okay and if that side of him scared you...

He’s a little baffled when you meekly explain that you kind of found it hot, LOL. Shigure is laughing it up in the background making all sorts of innuendos, and Kyo is still on his back, wondering where in life he went wrong. Well, Haru is at least relieved that his alternate personality doesn’t frighten you... That makes things easier.

So, I mentioned Hatsuharu loves to talk about anything and everything. You guys sure would have some weird conversations, especially as the night deepens and you get a little delirious with lack of sleep. Here’s a look at how one of those conversations might go!:

The starlight filtered in through the half-open window, which allowed the curtains to ripple gently, splaying ever-shifting shadows across your bedroom floor. You and Hatsuharu were sprawled on the bed, with you snuggled up into his side with one of his arms looped around your middle. His other casually propped himself up in the pillows, as he kept his gaze trained on you rambling on about some topic in psychology he had no idea about. Not that he cared; he loved to listen to you ramble all the same.

After your voice fades into sleepy silence, Haru perks up, “You ever wonder if you’re the only person in the world, and everyone else you just imagined to keep from being lonely?”

You sit up with a snort, a look of both amusement and incredulity on your face. “I’m just asking a question,” he pouts as you regard him with a shake of your head. “It’s weird to think about, right? Like, I know I exist, but how do you really know anyone else exists?”

“You’re a dork,” you assure him with a playful nod. He purses his lips and narrows his pretty snow-white eyebrows at you, prompting you to gently punch him in the shoulder. “I’m just kidding. I guess I’ve thought something along those lines before... I’ve also wondered if we’re all simulations being controlled by aliens.”

“Like the Sims?”

“Yeah!”

“That would explain why I walk into a room and suddenly forget what I came in there for,” he postulates with a look of revelation. You laugh, the sound ringing through the quiet bedroom and floating out your window into the night. Humming in contentment, you flop back down into the bed, half of your body slung over Hatsuharu. He didn’t mind — he never did — and gently held your hips in his hands as you smiled sweetly up at him.

“Well, even if you aren’t real, I’m still glad you’re a figment of my imagination, Haru.”

“That’s sweet, but also kind of frightening.”

Giggling, you shuffled up a little to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Haru wasn’t satisfied with that, chasing your face as it retreated to kiss your lips longingly — like he really was afraid you weren’t real. You melted into his touch, his presence, and took comfort in his embrace as the night deepened around you.

Well, if you were a Sim after all, you were grateful to your alien overlord for giving you such a great boyfriend, at least.

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spell-cleaver · 5 years

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#49 Fake Married Luke and Leia. Please? LOL!

Okay, this deviated from “Fake Married” and went to “constant references to marriage”, but I personally really don’t like writing weddings so I hope you like this instead :)

(Also, fluff is not my forte, so sorry it’s not what you expected.)

Prompts from this post.

Fivetimes the Rebels try to convince Leia to marry Luke, and one time she agrees tomarry Han.

It was six months after the Battle of Yavinwhen the matter first came up. The Rebellion was on its back foot again,desperately trying to find a place to run and hide with their tails betweentheir legs. Vader had not held back in his unending hunt, and they werebeginning to feel the strain.

They didfind one system that was willing to harbour them safely, but that system hadsome audacious requests.

The crown prince would provide the asylum, inreturn for Leia’s hand in marriage.

Arrochar was a planet near Hutt Space. Mostof its surface was uninhabited, and it was rich in resources the Rebelliondesperately needed. Leia nearly went through with the alliance, they needed itthat badly.

Han tried to stop her. “It’s a bad idea,Your Highnessness! What sort of planet does marriagealliances anymore?”

She’d just fixed him with a cold glare thathad Luke and Chewie pointedly backing away down the corridor.

“I ran away from home for a week when Iwas little because I was afraid my parents would sell me in such analliance,” she bit out. “They are not as much a thing of the past asyou seem to think.”

Han held his hands up. “Well, there yago, Princess,” he said. “You hate the idea of the thing. So do I, andso does the kid.” Luke mouthed don’tbring me into this! “Don’t go through with it.”

“I have a duty to the Alliance—”

“Yeah, and you’ll be able to do that alot better when you’re with us and not some pretty prince who needs you to runhis planet for him.” Han shrugged. “Hell, if you wanna marry someoneso bad marry Luke, that’d be good for morale. Hero of Yavin and Princess ofAlderaan. But don’t marry him.”

Leia raised an eyebrow.

“And don’t marry me either!” Lukesaid. His voice squeaked. “I love you and all, Leia, but I do not want to marry anyone rightnow.”

Leia didn’t marry either of them.

The matter was brought up again three monthslater.

They were on the Falcon playing their twelfth game of dejarik when Leia got crushed again—dejarik and sabacc were the onlygames she ever seemed to lose at—and she declared that she was done for thenight.

“But, Your Worship,” Han protested,“you were just getting into your winning streak!”

She said some things Luke had never expectedto hear a princess say.

“Let’s change the subject,” hesuggested quickly, gritting his teeth. “What star system are we nearest toright now, Han?”

Han leaned back against the seat and smirked,but cooperated. “Shili.”

“I don’t know much about Shili, but afriend of mine was talking about it once,” Leia said, desperate to keepthe subject change going. As long as they were talking, she wasn’t losing,after all. “Supposedly one of its zodiac signs is called Ai, and has thefeatures wisdom, charisma and"—she rose her eyebrows at Han as shesaid—"extreme virility.”

Before Han could take that and run with it,Luke said, “Your friend sounds really interesting.”

“Oh, she is.” There seemed to besome sort of joke there, judging by the amused curl to Leia’s mouth, but Lukewasn’t privy to it. “She’s working for the Alliance on Gatalenta now, Ibelieve. I worked with her as an apprentice legislator. She told me my ownzodiac sign.”

Luke listened as Leia listed off a bunch ofwords that didn’t really mean anything to him, and the characteristics thatsupposedly went with them.

“Cool,” he said as something tofill the silence once she’d finished. Then, ignoring the sound of Han bemoaningthe fact that anyone would believethis mumbo jumbo, you’re just as bad asthat old man— “Do you know what mine would be?”

“Maybe. When were you born?”

“My birthday’s coming up, actually.Empire Day, or thereabouts. We weren’t certain.”

“Really?” Leia seemed oddlysurprised by that. He shot her a questioning look; she elaborated, “That’saround my birthday as well—I was adopted a few days later. You’re probably thesame as me, then.”

“Great,” Han drawled. “Youhave the same star sign, whatever that means. Are you compatible then? Soulmates? Are you gonna get married?”

And, just like that, Leia’s glare was back.

“That is not how it works—”

It expanded into a running joke after that. Thethird time it happened was when they were outside a jeweller’s shop on a planetthey were supposed to be meeting a contact on. The owner of the shop seemed tobe trying to flirt with Luke—an attempt which went straight over the kid’s head—and ended up giving him a small, cheapring as a part of that.

Luke instantly became bashful, but Han waltzedin to chivvy him away before he could think about returning it.

“Nice ring, that,” he remarkedfaux-innocently. “Perhaps you should give it to Leia.”

“Pleasedon’t be saying what I think you’re saying, that joke is getting old.”

The fourth time started innocently enough,but by now Han seemed to be on a mission to bring it up as often as possible. In order to get the two of you off yourbutts and doing something about your obvious feelings for each other, heclaimed.

Luke thought it was more like Han avoiding his obvious feelings for Leia,but oh well.

This time, it started at dinner. He, Han andChewie were once again assigned to escort Leia on a diplomatic mission to aplanet sympathetic to the Rebellion, and Luke had just finished cooking whatcounted as their evening meal.

“This is delicious, Luke,” Leiasaid after she took a bite. “Where did you learn to cook so well?”

“My aunt taught me,” he said idly,“she always said I’d make a good husband one day…”

Too late, he realised his mistake.

Han was grinning. Chewie was howling.

Luke and Leia both pointed their forks at Hanand chorused, “Don’t.”

The joke reared its head one last time atHoth, then sputtered and died in the tense atmosphere after Bespin. But itslast laugh had strength behind it.

“So,” Wedge said to Luke one day inthe hangars, about to go out on patrol. “I heard you and the Princesskissed in the medbay.”

Luke closed his eyes and groaned. “Thatwas to prove a point to Han. You knowI’m not attracted to her in that way.”

“Really? Because that’s not how Hanrelated it—”

“You knowHan’s unreliable about this.”

“–hesaid he could hear wedding bells—”

Luke strode away before Wedge could finish.Moments later, his snowspeeder shot out into the cold, leaving his wingmancursing and hurrying to catch up.

+ 1

The joke was left behind with the corpses andthe rubble on Hoth. With Han missing, there was no one to champion it soardently, and no one wanted to. Evenafter Han returned, Luke seemed too distant and preoccupied. He’d always staredat the horizon with hope and wonder; now he stared with fear, like a shadow wasapproaching that only he could see.

But it was referenced sometime after Endor,when Luke’s beaming smile had started to work its way back onto his face, andHan and Leia were as in love as they’d ever been. They were having aparticularly intense bout of staring into each other’s eyes when a passingpilot from Rogue Squadron said to himself, “Those two should get married instead.”

He didn’t say it quietly enough. Leia raisedher eyebrows at him, then at Han.

She raised her voice and said, “Perhapswe should. I’m pregnant with his child, after all.”

The hangar was stunned into silence for amoment before the cheering broke out.

#ignore the horrific blend of legends and canon eu i know it's sketchy at best #fluff really isn't my forte #first 5 + 1 though so that's cool #we have to start somewhere #my writing #random words on a page #luke skywalker #leia organa #han solo #space twins #romance and stuff #hanleia #prompts #fluff prompts #flash fiction #flash fiction: star wars #asks

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cheryllclayton · 7 years

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Sometimes It's Not What It Seems - Chapter 7 - Lust

Ok so this chapter might have pushed my mature rating over into explicit! This chapter ended up running away with itself, all the sexiness was not in the original plan lol, so I am warning you now, a lot of this is pure smut so if you don't like that I would suggest you stop reading about halfway through the chapter :).

This was my first attempt at smut so I hope I did it justice. Again comments are greatly appreciated, they keep us writers motivated. Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy ;)

You can read the whole story on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11358918/chapters/26375469 *******************************************************************************************

Hey Dad, it's me, Jug'

FP and Betty froze as the voice filled the trailer. Then moving his hands to her waist and dropping his head on her shoulder, FP muttered a low “ Fuck ” as the voice continued.

'I know it's been a while...'

Lifting Betty off his lap, he jumped up to press the mute button on the machine.

He was still facing away from her, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck, “Over a year of silence and he decides to call now, kids got impeccable timing” he said dryly.

Betty sat quietly on the couch, she wasn't sure what she was feeling yet, the sound of his voice after all this time had caused a bit of a shock to her system.

His face softened as he looked at her, her knees pulled up to her chest, eyes far off and fingers lingering on her lips.

“I'm sorry” he whispered, not knowing what else to say as he came and sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her pulling her close. He held her for a moment then brushed a kiss across her temple before pulling away to look at her.

She wasn't crying, there were no tears in her eyes and from what he could tell she didn't seem upset....maybe just a little stunned. He searched her face as he pushed her hair back with one hand, letting it linger on her neck, “Are you okay?” he asked.

Betty could see the concern etched on his face and it never ceased to amaze her how caring he was. She smiled softly before leaning forward and kissing him gently. His fingers massaged the back of her neck trying to provide comfort as he followed her lips with his own.

She broke the kiss, sighing with closed eyes, “I'm okay” she finally answered, “Actually, I thought I'd be more upset but besides the initial shock of hearing Jughead's voice, I find that anything else I feel is small and fleeting. Sure,” she shrugged, “his voice brought back memories, both happy and sad and I initially felt a small pang of the pain I felt when he left, but it all feels...I don't know how to explain it...in the past, like grieving for someone who has passed on, does that make sense?”

“It makes perfect sense” FP replied, “but are you sure? You have history there and now with what just happened with us, I don't want you to feel awkward or guilty in any way” he stressed.

“I'm sure” she nodded “there's definitely history there but that's what it is...history. And I think regardless what's going on with us, friendship or more or a combination of the two, there will always be moments of awkwardness because of that history, especially with people who are aware of it, but it's nothing we can't handle” she assured him, threading her fingers with his and squeezing.

“And as far as guilt goes, I don't feel guilty and neither should you” she insisted, “It's been a year and a half FP and he left me, not the other way around. He was scared and selfish and I haven't heard a peep from him since that day” her voice rising slightly as she spoke. “Even tonight, he called you because your his father, that bond will always be there, as it should be. He wasn't calling for me FP, I'm not the one he's reaching out to and honestly, I don't know if I would want him to” she exhaled largely, “Oviously I'm still harboring some anger but I'm not holding onto any sort of delusions when it comes to Jughead Jones, not anymore, I did that once, I won't let him break me again. We, as in Jug and I, were over a long time ago and I will not allow myself to feel any sort of guilt for moving on, regardless of who it is with” she finished with undying resolve.

FP put his hands on her shoulders, “Breath Elizabeth” he soothed, rubbing the tension from her.

She took a deep breath and exhaled, closing her eyes and then repeating until she felt the anger leave her. “Also, you said you were sorry earlier, but you have nothing to apologize for FP, everything that happened, including him calling tonight, was out of your control” she told him brushing her hands up his chest and interlocking her fingers behind his neck dropping a kiss to his lips.

“Well, I do have to admit that I am very sorry for the interruption” he said trying to sound serious while wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Yeah, it was definitely a bit of a mood killer” she giggled at him before pressing her lips to his again in a lingering kiss. She pulled away for too soon for his liking, a small huff of disappointment escaping his lips. Now that he had had a taste, the necessity to keep touching and kissing her had increased ten-fold.

She released herself from his hold and stood, taking both his hands and pulling gently, “It's getting late, take me to bed FP” she requested softly.

His mouth fell open slightly rendered speechless for a moment, “You mean...you still want to...” he stuttered.

“To sleep” she finished for him, “I'm tired, it's been a long day and tomorrow will be even longer, but I...I don't want to sleep alone” she looked down for a moment before meeting his gaze with wide pleading eyes.

She looked nervous; like she was worried he'd be mad at her for not offering more or that he'd refuse her access to his bed. He should be offended, he would never push the idea of sex and he would never punish her for not wanting to. But he wasn't mad, he knew it was only her insecurities getting to her and as usual, her worries were unfounded. Plus, he doesn't think he could ever say no to her, especially when she's standing in her bra looking at him like that.

He brought her hands to his lips dropping soothing kisses across her knuckles, “Whatever you wish M'lady” he quipped, making her giggle again.

Betty pulled gently on his hands again bringing him to his feet. He stepped forward and dropped a quick kiss to her cheek, “Besides” he smirked, “I'm counting on you not being able to resist me” he teased.

She barked out a laugh, “You wish Jones” she threw back, dropping his hands so she could bend over and pick his shirt off the floor before sliding it over her head. She settled it on her body and watched as FP's eyes clouded again with lust.

She ran her tongue along her top lip seductively while pulling at the hem of his shirt, teasing him. This kind of sexy banter was new to her but FP made her bold and she took pride in the reaction she was eliciting.

“I'm pretty sure I'm not the one that has to worry about control” she purred, walking backwards a few steps before turning to continue down the hall.

Shit FP thought, what kind of torture did he just sign up for?

Betty Cooper looked sexy in anything, but Betty Cooper in his clothes was downright dangerous.

He shook his head in disbelief as he followed her scent to his room, his trailer seemed flooded with the smell of vanilla and strawberries and femininity.

FP had thought he'd reached his quota for shock for the night but apparently he was mistaken. It seemed that in the small amount of time it took him to reach his room, Betty had shimmied out of her shorts and bra leaving them in a pile on the floor. She was still wearing his shirt, the hem grazing just below the curve of her ass and even though the shirt was large on her, he could clearly see the outline of her breasts, peaked buds straining against the fabric.

She stood next to his bed bathed in the glow of the bedside lamp, hair falling in waves around her shoulders, lip caught between her teeth in a sexy pout.

She looked like pure fucking sin causing his mouth to go dry and his dick to harden, which, judging by the smug expression on her face, Betty had noticed.

“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” he choked out.

She laughed softly, a smile beaming on her face, she was playing with him and enjoying every minute of it. She was so carefree and happy and FP loved seeing her like this, he liked all versions of 'Betty' but this was by far his favorite.

Betty lifted the covers and slid underneath. She laid on her side, propped up on her elbow as she patted the empty space in front of her.

FP swallowed and let out a shaky breath before he made his way to the side of the bed. He slid his pants down, stepping out of them, and climbed in beside her. He faced her, mirroring her position, he was completely entranced by this angel occupying his bed.

He could feel her shiver as he ran his knuckles over the apple of her cheek, then down her neck, her shoulder, along her side before coming to a stop, fingers wrapping around the curve of her hip, using it to gently pull her closer.

“You are so damn beautiful” he mused before dropping his lips to hers.

The kiss wasn’t heated like the others they had shared but that didn’t mean it wasn’t just as great. It was slow and languid and passionate, lips and tongues softly exploring each other.

Betty ran her hand over the back of his neck, holding him to her as her fingers played lazily with his hair. She sighed into his mouth as he deepened the kiss a little, FP’s hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her taught against him in response.

She sucked and nipped at his bottom lip bringing a deep growl from his throat. He slid his hand down to her thigh and back up under her shirt, squeezing her ass and as he pressed her hips against his hardness making her breath hitch.

She grinned against his lips and brushed a stray strand a hair off his forehead, “It’s getting late FP; we should probably get some rest before this results in no sleep whatsoever.”

He groaned loudly dropping his forehead to her shoulder, “So you ARE literally trying to kill me, I knew it, death by blood loss to the brain” he said dramatically making her smile and shake her head at his antics. “Do you really expect me to lay here with you and be able sleep after that?” he asked incredulously.

She snickered softly at the expression of disbelief on his face, “Try” she told him, dropping another sweet kiss to his lips before turning around in his arms and pressing her back against his chest. She scooted back so her body was pressed right against his; entwining her legs with his and pulling his arms so they crossed around her middle, laying hers over top hugging him.

She wiggled a little getting settled and could feel his erection twitch against her backside, “Yeah, this is helping” FP muttered sarcastically against her ear.

She bit back a giggle, revelling in the reaction she had on him.

She sighed content, closing her eyes; it had been a long time since she felt this relaxed. She had just started to drift off when she felt feather light kisses behind her ear, then trailing down her neck to her shoulder, she smiled sleepily, “Go to sleep FP” she chided.

“Mmm” he hummed, “I can’t” he pouted, lips still ghosting against her skin.

She rolled her eyes at the pathetic tone in his voice and turned to face him, “You haven’t even tried.”

“Yes I have” he claimed, now kissing her cheeks and her nose and the corner of her mouth, “But it’s hard to sleep when you’re already dreaming” he professed.

“Aren’t you the midnight poet” Betty chuckled as he continued to drop kisses wherever he could.

“Just call me Shakespeare” he said in a whisper against her mouth.

She let him kiss her deeply before pulling away, “Well William ” she joked, “It’s time to sleep, perchance to dream” she quoted.

“Now who’s the poet?” he snorted.

She just grinned, snuggling in closer to him, wrapping her arm around his middle and closed her eyes.

She drew soft patterns across his back trying to sooth him into slumber, he placed his forehead to hers, rubbing her nose with his before closing his eyes.

He unlocked an arm from around her, sliding a hand down her butt and under her shirt again, he stopped, leaving it resting on her upper thigh just below the thin fabric of her high cut panties.

He hummed against her cheek but remained still. A couple minutes passed and she thought he had finally drifted off only to feel his fingertips slide beneath the hem of her lacy underware, caressing her cheek then pinching, making her jump.

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Second” she scolded, pulling back and slapping his offending arm, “GO TO SLEEP!”

“Ow!” he laughed sleepily, pulling her back against him; “You’re so violent” he teased kissing her forehead.

He heard a chuckled ‘ Staahhp’ come from her before her breathing slowed and she succumbed to exhaustion.

FP closed his eyes and squeezed her gently, he could feel his own sleep pulling at him as he tried not to think about her leaving tomorrow. It was just lust , that’s what he had told himself, what he told her, just something to get out of their systems they said.

But if that were true, then why was his last waking thought a beautiful green eyed blonde running away with his heart.

***

FP woke up to light touches across his skin, he was laying on his back one arm wrapped around Betty who was cuddled into his side currently tracing the lines of his chest and stomach.

He opened one eye and looked at her, “What are you doing?” he asked his voice still groggy.

“Admiring” she replied sweetly.

“Hummph” he grunted, “What time is it?”

“About 5:30” she shrugged, her fingers now running through the trail below his belly button sending a shock to his already present morning wood.

“Why the hell are you up” he mumbled, closing his eyes again, enjoying her touch.

“I’m usually a morning person but assuming it’s a combination of my nerves and excitement for today that woke me this early” she said, “and maybe a little to do with the dream I had” she threw in coyly.

“Hmmm, tell me about this dream” he said sleepily, eyes still closed, running his fingertips up and down her side.

“Well it was about a man” she started, “a ridiculously handsome man who was almost completely naked” she confessed, her mouth curving up at one edge.

“How scandalous” he responded feigning shock.

“Oh that’s where you’re wrong Mr. Jones” she informed, “You see, under his tough brooding exterior lived a marshmallow of a man” she teased than laughed as he tickled her side in retaliation.

“Sounds like a pussy” he stated.

“FP!” she choked, shaking her head.

“So what did this ‘Man’ do in your dream” he asked, voice growing heady.

“Mmmm, wonderful things” she purred grinning into his chest as she ran her index finger under the waist band of his boxers lifting it then letting it snap back against his hips.

She squealed as FP picked her up with one arm and plopped her on top of him.

“I think I like where this story is going” he told her before giving her a sleepy kiss, “how does it end?” he asked.

“I don't know” Betty admitted quietly as she laid her head on his chest, holding him while listening to his heart beat against her cheek.

“What are we doing here FP?” she asked timidly.

“What do you mean?”

“Like us, what is this?” she probed as she propped herself up on his chest so she could look at him.

He thought about it for a moment as he studied her face, she was leaving in a matter of hours and regardless how he felt about her, he didn’t want her to carry any guilt about going or any expectations of loyalty. And as much as it would pain him to see her with someone else, he still didn’t believe he deserved her completely and would never want to be the reason that she missed out on someone who did.

He’s older, done the whole marriage thing, and subsequently the divorce thing as well, and not saying it's his preference but he had actually come to terms with being alone over the last few years.

He could admit to himself that at this point, he would probably give Betty the moon if she asked, but his need to protect her was more important than his want and it would be better for her in the long run if he just skirted around the truth. If he just let himself enjoy the few hours he had with her like this, totally unguarded, happily laying in his bed, completely and utterly his.

“I would say that it’s two friends, who happen to enjoy each-others company while exploring the physical attraction between them with no strings attached” he told her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“But only if that’s what you want this to be” he spoke again quickly, “I would never push anything on you and believe it or not, in spite of the way my body reacts to you, I would like to think that I still have some self-control left” he chuckled, “If last night is as far as this ever goes, I’d be okay with that” he placated, smiling at her to cover the lie.

Betty laid back down on his chest, tracing figure eights on his bicep, “So just two friends having fun, making each other feel good or calming the ‘itch’ so to speak, no strings attached?”

“Exactly” he replied, thankful she couldn't see the frown on his face.

Thoughts warred through her mind, Could she really do that? Just sex, no feelings? If she was honest with herself there were already feelings involved, on her side at least, and she’s never done the one night stand thing. What if this all backfired? What if she lost him for good she thought before voicing her concern.

“I don’t want to lose you FP, what if we screw everything up?” she asked nervously.

He tilted her chin so that she was looking at him again, “You would never lose me Lizzie, regardless of what happens or what you decide, I will always be here for you, in whatever form you want, in whatever way you need” he held her gaze, eyes filled with promise.

“If this was to work” she contemplated, “there would have to be no expectations of commitment. As terrible as that sounds when I say it, the reality is that I’m going to be leaving soon and I’ll be gone for the better part of two years, I can't handle the guilt of someone waiting on me to return.”

“I understand” he nodded.

“Also, if either one of us gets involved with someone else, even if it's not serious, we have to tell the other person, because this” she motions between them, “if it was still going on, would have to stop…I won't be the other woman and I don’t cheat” she stated.

“That’s a given” he agreed, he waited making sure she was finished. “Wow, that spiel was all very….Cooper-ish, do you always have a plan for everything? Am I going to need to sign a contract” he poked fun at her.

“Shut up” she scoffed, swatting him, “It's not my fault, constant organization was drilled into me right from the get go, I can’t help it” she huffed.

“I’m just kidding” he snickered, “I like all things Elizabeth Cooper, even the obsessive compulsive things” he quipped earning him another swat.

He grinned into her hair and placed a kiss on the top of her head before squeezing her tighter against him. The minutes passed as he held her, she hadn't moved and he thought she had maybe fallen asleep again, but then she shifted, untwining her legs from his and sliding so that she was straddling his hips.

She wrapped her hands under his arms to his shoulders and started to trail soft kisses across his chest, his collarbone, his neck.

He hummed in response, running his hands up her back. “I'm guessing that's a yes” he stated.

She didn't answer him, instead flipping her hair to one side, moving it out of her way as she worked on his neck, his jaw, before taking his lips in a heated exchange. She deepened the kiss, sliding up his body, tongue and teeth exploring his mouth.

His hips rose involuntarily in response, pressing into her, she gasped, feeling him stiff against her. The fact that she had this kind of effect on him was like a drug, it flowed through her body, washing away any uncertainty or self-doubt, making her feel powerful and sexy.

She ran the tip of her tongue along his lips to his ear, nipping at the lobe before continuing to trail her it down his neck. When she reached his collar bone she nipped his skin again before kissing him there and suckling deeply.

“Shit” he groaned, moving one hand to the back of her head, grabbing onto her hair while the other reached down cupping her ass and grinding her against him.

Betty licked the tender spot soothingly before sitting up, smirking when she saw that she left her mark on him.

FP was staring back at her hungrily, God she looked delectable sitting atop him in his shirt, but his need to see what was under the shirt won out.

He reached out grabbing the hem, looking at her for permission. She nodded and raised her arms above her head, he pulled it slowly over her and tossed it to the side, inhaling sharply as he took in the blonde goddess on his lap, the rest of his blood shooting to his groin.

She was perfect, he knew she didn’t like the word but there was no other way to describe her. He took his time drinking her in, his eyes skimmed along the thighs that were resting on either side of him, to the barely there scrap of lace in between, up her toned stomach to her perfectly rounded chest adorned with dusty pink nipples, then traveling up higher, to a face that could launch a thousand ships. She had her lip gripped suggestively between her teeth, which was a habit for her he realized but it was also sexy as hell and he didn't think she realized what it did to him.

His wandering gaze halted when it met the green staring back at him, he could easily lose himself in those pools of emeralds and the way they were burning into him.

“Now I must be dreaming” he mused sitting up, cupping her neck and wrapping an arm around her waist, “You are too flawless to be real” he complimented against her lips before taking them with his own.

She responded with fevour, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him harder, his hand was now tangled in her hair holding her to him as he delved deep into her mouth. She mewled as she ground her hips forward, FP bucking his up to meet her with a throaty grunt. He pulled away from her lips, sliding his hand around to her neck and gently pushing it back with his thumb exposing her throat, his mouth was all over her, like he couldn’t get enough, he was all tongue and teeth as he devoured her. She panted and sighed as he worked, hands running through his hair, pulling and keeping him against her skin.

He ran his other hand up her side to her breast, his thumb running along the underside before swiping over the taught peak, “ Yesss ” she breathed, arching her back to provide him better access to her chest. His lips trailed down her across her sternum reaching her other breast, she sucked in a breath, rolling her hips as he took her other nipple in his mouth, suckling and teasing as his thumb and finger continued to do the same on the other.

“FP!” she gasped his name like a question.

“Yes, Sunlight” he muttered against her breast.

“I need you to touch me” she pleaded.

He chuckled against her skin, the vibration further tantalizing her nipple before sliding his other hand lower, “Where Elizabeth? Here?” he asked running his fingers over her through her already soaked lace.

“Yes, pleeease!” she rushed.

FP took her lips again as he ran his fingers just under the small strips of lace, he didn’t want to remove her from his lap but he wanted her completely naked, he pulled slightly at the lace, would she be angry if I just ripped this pathetic excuse for underware he wondered sliding his hand across her again, putting more pressure against her clit. She moaned into his mouth and bucked towards his fingers. Fuck it! I’ll buy her new ones he thought as he tore the lace away from her body causing her to gasp before crushing her lips harder into his. She was so turned on she felt like her body was going to explode if he didn’t touch her soon.

He ran a finger down her folds and back up again, circling her sensitive bud of nerves, another moan escaping her throat as she moved against his hand.

“Christ Elizabeth, you’re so wet already” he groaned, taking pride in the knowledge that he was the one who made her this way.

He could hear her panting in his ear as he stroked her, while suckling his own mark onto the pulse point of her neck. His hand slid lower and he slipping a finger inside her, she inhaled sharply at the feeling and bit down on his shoulder.

He pulled it back out and she whined at the loss, he smirked against her skin as he slid two fingers back in making her cry out and clench around them.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight” he groaned, his dick throbbing almost unbearably inside his boxers, begging for release.

He curled his fingers forward, finding that special spot as he made fast circles against her clit with his thumb. She was writhing above him, forehead on his shoulder, little moans and gasps escaping against his skin. He could feel her muscles start to quiver and knew she was getting close so he increased his speed.

“Shit!” she cried, arching back grabbing onto his wrist trying to still his movements, “FP” she choked, “I need you, NOW!” she demanded.

“Not yet” he growled, “I need you to come for me love”, she shook her head violently but continued to push back against his hand.

“I promise you'll have me, but I haven’t been with a woman since the divorce and I don’t know how long I’m going to last, so I need you to come” he insisted.

He could tell she was still holding back, so he added another finger and increased his speed and pressure again before taking her nipple with his mouth, biting down on the swollen tip but keeping his eyes on her face. She let out a high pitched growl and arched back biting down hard on her lip, he tightened his other arm, supporting her from falling back, she had her arms above her head, hands buried in her hair as she met his thrusting fingers.

She was a vision above him, eyes squeezed shut, nose scrunched, lip gripped between her teeth then dropping as her mouth fell into a silent O. A bead of sweat ran down between her breasts disappearing into her belly button. FP’s sure he’s never seen something so sexy in his life. In that moment he changed his mind, this was definitely his favorite version of Betty, flushed skin and moans in the throes of passion, the image burning permanently into his mind.

He continued to work her at three different places and the sensations became too much, “I…I’m so close…I’m gonna…” she moaned.

“Let go, Lizzie, I got you” he promised as he could feel her tighten around him, her walls clamp down hard around his hand, her whole body quaking as her orgasm hit, she cried out in pleasure as she rode the waves of her climax.

Betty fell against him as she came down from her high, thighs quivering. FP took her head in both hands, pulling her to him and kissed her soundly, “You are so amazing” he praised pulling back just enough to get the words out, before diving back in.

She let out a small squeal of surprise as he flipped them so he was now lying on top of her. Moving impatiently down her body, pressing little kisses along her collarbone, then the curve of her breasts, her belly button and the V of her hip bone stopping there to suck the milky skin leaving his own mark.

He looked up at her through eyes hooded with lust, “You are so gorgeous” he shivered, running his hands down her thighs, gently pushing them apart, “Everywhere” his told her, his voice coming out low and husky.

“I want to taste you” he pleaded, making her flush at his words. She saw the question in his eyes, he was asking her permission, she nodded, nervously chewing on the corner of her lip when she felt his hot breath against her apex.

She jolted and whimpered when he swiped his tongue across her still sensitive node. He licked at her, still dripping from her orgasm, she gasped, grabbing his hair as he dipped his tongue inside her. He hummed against her, “Fuck you’re so sweet” he groaned.

He didn’t think it was possible but his dick got even harder as he buried his face between her thighs.

He flicked at her clit again before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard, “ Omigod! ” she cried , taking handle fulls of sheet, she squeezed her thighs against his head and lifting her hips to push against his mouth.

He growled, putting his hand flat against her hips and holding her to the bed, he sucked and pulled at her with his lips, his tongue, his teeth and when an almost feral noise escaped her perfect mouth, he sunk two fingers into her again. He curled them towards the front and probed the spot inside still holding her down with one hand.

It was too much she thought, she can’t, not again , but she was wrong. A scream escaped her throat as she fell over the edge once more, nails clawing at his scalp, she was probably hurting him but she didn’t care, all she could see was stars.

A primal rumble came from FP’s chest as he came back up her body, sinking his tongue into her mouth, she could taste her essence on him and it released a new shock of arousal through her core. She reached down pushing at the waistband of his underware, she needed to feel him, all of him. She got his boxers to where her hands could no longer reach and then brought her legs up, using her feet to push them down to his ankles.

He lifted one leg at a time, stepping out of them before kicking them off the end of the bed. Using his knees, he pushed her thighs further apart to make room for him to settle between them. She shuddered as he softly kissed her lips, her cheeks, along her jaw. She tilted her pelvis up, brushing herself against his tip, he hissed into her neck having to stop himself from thrusting into her. She was still dripping for him and the feel of that alone against his aching cock was just about enough to make him blow right there.

He stilled suddenly, dropping his head to her shoulder, “ Son of a bitch ” he exhaled.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked worried at his sudden outburst.

He looked at her sheepishly, supporting his upper body on his hands, how could he be so unprepared he thought swearing at himself.

“What?” she said again, tilting her head as she studied him, something similar to disappointment flickered across her face, “You didn’t…like…you know….did you?”

He scrunched his brow not picking up what she was meaning at first before it dawned on him, “Oh! NO, God no!” he exclaimed eyes wide.

“THANK GOD!” she sighed dramatically.

FP snorted, “Well don’t celebrate yet” he told her.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

“Umm…God this is embarrassing” he dropped his head down, hair blocking the cringe on his face, “It’s uh…been a long time since I’ve been with anyone and I remembered that I’m not….prepared…” he trailed off meeting her eyes, hoping she’d catch his drift.

She stared at him for a moment before realization hit, “OH!” she grinned relieved, “Is that it? It’s okay, we're good” she said placing a hand on his cheek, “We don’t need it, I’m on the pill and I’m clean if you're worried about that” she promised him.

He scoffed, “Trust me, I wasn’t worried about that, and just so you know…I’m uh…I’m good too” he assured.

“Come here” she whispered, pulling him back to her lips, kissing him softly at first before building back up the heat that they had lost slightly during their brief conversation. She wrapped her tongue around his, while her arms circled around his back, her hands resting on his shoulder blades. He pushed back against her mouth harder, like he couldn’t get enough.

Betty responded by running her nails sharply down his back, his muscles twitching beneath her fingers, he grunted and bit her lip as she thrust against him again, rubbing herself up his length.

“Jesus!” he groaned, sending a new wave of wet heat to her center. He grabbed her right thigh and hoisted her leg over his hip, then settled himself above her, weight resting on his elbows on either side of her shoulders as he took her face in his hands.

He took a moment to memorize her like this, smiling at him, eyes alight, her want visibly written across her face. He kissed her softly, “Are you sure?” he asked resting his forehead on hers.

“Completely” she sighed.

“Okay” he smiled, kissing her forehead while he ran his thumbs across her cheeks, “You tell me if it’s too much or if I need to stop, yeah?” he probed, looking into her eyes, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She nodded reassuringly before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.

FP slid his left hand behind her neck, massaging her skin as he reached down with the other hand, grabbing onto the hip of the raised leg and tilting her pelvis up slightly.

He took a breath and slowly sunk into her, he stilled when he felt her small wince against his mouth, “Are you alright” he asked, voice tight, forehead on hers, his fingers squeezing lightly at her neck and hip.

He was large she thought, larger than what she had been used to anyway and she could feel the sharp stretch has he entered her. She nodded against his head, “I just need a moment” she told him.

He kissed her again, passionately, trying to take her mind off the sting, after a minute, he felt her open wider for him, moving against him slightly, giving him the consent to continue. He pushed in the rest of the way, filling her completely, a low ‘ Fuck’ tumbled from his lips as he buried himself in her wet tight heat.

Betty gripped his shoulders, nails digging into flesh, “Move…. pleeease !” she whined desperately.

He obliged pulling himself almost all the way out before pushing back into her slowly, repeating the movements as his thumb pushed her head back. She moaned softly and he kissed and nipped at her neck and shoulders, still holding her hip as he moved inside her.

“Faster FP” she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her heels low against his back.

He thrust into her harder, swearing as the new angle had him hitting even deeper within her.

“Yes! Like that!” she mewled, bucking her own hips up to meet his, gripping down and squeezing him with her muscles every time she pulled back.

“Fuck Elizabeth!” he swore, driving into her harder yet as he gripped the head of the mattress for leverage, his face buried in her shoulder as she held on.

Her head was spinning, her blood felt like it was on fire, everything was building at a rapid pace within her again and it was almost unbearable. There’s no way she could peak again, not after already reaching it twice she thought, she would surely shatter.

She felt his body start to tighten and she knows he’s getting close. He takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and pulling before releasing it, moving to the other showing it the same attention, she keens loudly, his name pouring from her lips.

His tongue trails through the sweat on her chest, a glimmer of moisture covering his own body. He’s ramming into her furiously now, as high pitched moans tumble from her body as each thrust hits the perfect angle inside her.

He's surprised the trailers not shaking but he wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbours could hear the sinful sounds coming from the vixen below him, radiating right through the thin walls.

“I..I’m almost there baby” he murmurs in her ear, “fall with me.”

He can feel her muscles tightening, she’s close but she’s resisting still, “Come with me Elizabeth.”

She shakes her head, “I can’t, it’s….it’s too much” she whimpers.

It’s taking everything in him to hold back his own release, he slows his pace only slightly to help him stave it off, “Yes you can love!” he grunts finding her clit with his fingers again, making fast hard circles.

“Fuck!” she cried out dropping her head back.

“That’s it Lizzie” he coaxed, “Now COME!” he demanded as he flicked his fingers across her again and that was all it took to send her spiralling.

Betty dug into his biceps as his name left her lips, followed closely by a stream of profanities.

Her body clamped down, almost painfully tight around his cock, “Jesus Lizzie….. Fuck !” He moaned as came in her hard.

He crushed his lips against hers, both of them still falling as she continued to pull his orgasm from him.

Once he had emptied himself completely and her body went slack, he gently rolled off, laying beside her and pulled her against him so that she was facing him.

They laid together, eyes closed, catching their breath. He stroked her back with his fingers tips, both of them thoroughly satiated.

He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose, then her eyelids before resting his lips on her forehead.

Betty shivered against him, “That was…. incredible! ” she sighed, “Is it always that intense with you?” She asked, rubbing her hands along his chest.

“No” he choked out, “That was a first for me.”

Betty raised a brow not believing him.

“Scouts honor” he said holding up two fingers, “I’m not sure how high you think my number is but there weren't very many women besides Gladys and you’re the first one since” he admitted pecking her lips before continuing, “There were two girls in high school before her and we were young, inexperienced, it was the sloppy kind of sex where both partners are just chasing their climax. And then Gladys, well it wasn’t terrible or anything, it was nice....she was just very…..traditional, if that makes sense” he finished. “So you see, I can’t take the credit, that was all you Sunlight.”

She blushed, “I don’t think so as I’m even less experienced than that. There’s only been two guys for me, well you being the third” she confessed.

It was extremely awkward to talk about this but she wanted to be honest with him. “One was, like you said, the definition of high school romance, new and exciting, sure it was pleasurable but it was also rushed and clumsy. And then there was Arch, our sex life was decent enough but he was….” she thought about it for a moment, “vanilla…very basic and a little on the selfish side in bed, I honestly didn’t know it could be like that ” she said with emphasis.

“Me neither Liz” he agreed, hugging her to him.

“You were right though, what you said before” she said, a teasing note to her voice, “I will definitely remember that tomorrow” she grinned cheekily.

He let out a loud laugh, “You are a sassy little thing aren’t you” he snorted rolling his eyes at her brazenness.

She smirked and put a hand to his cheek, kissing him softly before turning around and putting her back to him so they were in a spooning position. He tightened his grip around her torso setting his chin on her shoulder, “Are you happy?” he whispered against her ear.

“Yes” she said simply, “Are you?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded against her shoulder, more than you know he thought.

“No regrets?” he probed nervously.

“No, not even a little bit” she said adamantly.

“Good, me neither” he relaxed.

“We should try to get a couple more hours of sleep before I have to leave” she said yawning while pulling her feet up and pushing her legs under the covers, FP following suit.

His chest tightened at the mention of her leaving, stomach clenching at the thought. He wanted to pretend like she was staying right here with him, possibly forever. He knew he had promised her no strings and he no intention of breaking that and he definitely had zero regrets, but making love to Betty had only confirmed that he had hopelessly and completely fallen for the beautiful blonde.

He cuddled into her neck and hair, inhaling deeply, memorizing her scent before closing his eyes.

The room was silent when Betty spoke again, “Oh and FP?” she stated more than questioned.

He raised his head off the pillow and looked at her, “Yeah?” he answered.

“You owe me a pair of panties” she quipped holding back a laugh.

He chuckled, nipping at her ear, “A small price to pay Cooper” he told her gallantly, placing a kiss on the back of her neck before settling back in and closing his eyes.

*** End Chapter

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