#i was gonna draw them naked but i gave up

[lesbiandardevil]

wip???? some body practice with my ocs .. cutting out mio cause i made them too tall </3

they got that tgirl swag 💥💥

[thebestofoneshots]

A LITTLE BIT OF PAINT | wolfstar x reader

Pairing: R.L. x S.B. x Reader

Word Count: 9.9k

Warnings: smut, threesome, finger fucking, oral (male receiving), handj*b, dry h*mping, thigh ridding, p in v, Remus is a mess, mild Dom!Remus (if you squint really hard), he might also have a praise k!nk, Sirius is a flirt (danger to humanity honestly), homoerotic scenes(?), you and Sirius can’t take your eyes off Rem, Rem can’t take his eyes off you either, consent is sexy!

Prompt: Sirius and you are art students and you’ve got an assignment, a nude painting, but you can’t paint each other. Trying to convict Remus to model for you was hard enough, but painting him, while he looks so damn stunning, might prove a harder endeavour to accomplish.

♡ NSFW: Smut under the cut

“So?” Sirius asked as he leaned onto Remus, “would you do it?” 

“Pretty please?” you asked with a small pout and a few blinks. 

Remus sighed, “Why don’t you just paint each other?” 

Both you and Sirius had been trying to convince Remus to be your nude model for an assignment for the last 20 minutes. He was your best friend, and both you and Sirius had always wanted to use him as a model, but had never been too keen to do it, not even clothed. But you needed him now. 

“We can’t do someone we’ve fucked,” Sirius said with a sigh, “We’d already done it otherwise.” 

“Just use each other and draw a face from a magazine,” Remus offered. 

“It won’t work either,” you responded now, “We’ve both been models for the class, they know our bodies.” 

Remus tried not to blush at the thought of Sirius and you, naked in the centre of a room for hours on end while people stared and drew all the small details of your bodies. The details that he assumed had only been seen by the other, now he regretted not taking the class, but scolded himself out of those stupid thoughts. 

He sighed, “Ask James?” 

“Regulus’ gonna do James,” Sirius responded, “He was obviously more than thrilled to oblige him.”

“We wouldn’t be asking you if we didn’t need you, please Moony!” 

Remus looked to the side, licking his lips before biting on the bottom one and sighing, however could he say no to the two of you. “Okay,” he whispered.

“Wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, a huge smile dancing on your lips, it made you look stunning. 

He nodded, “But you’ll owe me, big one.” 

You leaned in to hug him and then Sirius did the same, both of you sandwiching Moony in between the two of you.

“Anything for Moony,” Sirius added. 

Just a few days later, you were outside of one of the classrooms. It was a smaller cosy one that tended to be used for models, with huge windows but near the top of the building so no one would be able to look inside. You had rented it for the rest of the day since both you and Sirius were determined to finish in one sitting, and neither of you was sure if Remus would subject himself to more than that either. 

“You think he’ll come?” you asked as you looked at your watch for the third time that day. 

“He’ll come, luv. Don’t worry about it.”

You sighed, Remus was seldom late. And it took you some time to convince him, you were scared he wouldn’t want to anymore. 

You were fumbling with the keys to the room, and just as you inserted them inside the keyhole, you heard a fumbling at the end of the corridor.  

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, his bag hanging on the side and a coat hanging on the other side. I got held up by the traffic, “I brought the car since it said it was gonna rain, thought I could give you both a ride back, when we were done.” 

You smiled when you spotted him and flipped the keys as Sirius gave you an “I told you so look”. 

Remus was breathing heavily when he reached the two of you, “and then I couldn’t find the room, this place is a bloody maze.” 

Both you and Sirius chuckled at that. “We arrived late to our first class,” Sirius said. “The teacher told us we’d have to find our own model for being late and we made a deal to model for each other, that’s how we met.” 

“I know,” Remus said. He remembered when Sirius and you became friends, first Sirius didn’t shut up about you, then he introduced you to each other, and he understood why Sirius couldn’t shut up about you. Remus and Sirius went way back, they had been friends since elementary, along with James, Peter, Lily, Marlene and Mary. You had quickly gotten along with all of them, and they had made you a part of their little group.  

Finally, the door clicked open and you pushed on it, allowing both boys to get in before shutting it down and putting both the hand lock and the latch bolt. Remus threw you a look. “We’ve heard stories of people walking in on people painting and ruining their stuff by knocking things out. I doubt you’d want someone walking in on you.” 

Remus nodded and moved to sit on the small coach on the side. Thankfully the room was designed in a way to make models feel at ease. There was a music box where you could play tapes on the side, a sofa for them to feel comfortable, and then there was a table in the middle of the room. Both you and Sirius walked to the closet and he pulled on the easels while you went for the props you were planning to use. A small basket filled with fruits. “You brought the sheet?” 

“On my bag,” he said as he nodded to the side. 

“Kay,” you said as you leaned down to get it. 

“You may start changing Moons,” Sirius said, as the boy moved to help him with the easel. They had one in their apartment, and Remus already knew how to set it up from seeing Sirius do it so many times before. 

He swallowed and made sure to finish setting up the easel before nodding and walking towards the table. Sirius was taking off his leather jacket, and Remus attempted to ignore the way his friend’s muscles bent as he did. Sirius had always been beautiful, but this attraction he felt for his best friend was relatively new, he could barely stand it. 

You were still looking for the props when you turned around and spotted Remus pulling his soft brown jumper over his head. He wore a soft beige cotton shirt underneath it that was just a little tight over his arms. You tried not to bite your lips as you stared. Both Sirius and you had talked about how pretty you both thought Remus was, what a shame it was he wasn’t into either of you, if only you knew. 

Sirius gave you an amused look, his lips curling into a mocking smile and his brows shooting up and down. You pushed him lightly with your shoulder and walked toward the table before your cheeks warmed even further. 

“We’ll do mine first,” Remus explained, at least my sketch, Sirius’ next and then we’ll alternate. 

“You’ll do different poses?” Remus asked as he looked up at you, pulling the other shirt over his shoulders little after. Sirius tried not to laugh at the way you were looking at his friend. He had already seen how ripped Remus was, they were roommates, after all. 

“Yeah,” you responded as you got a hold of yourself. “We are gonna make it seem like we drew different people.” 

Remus nodded in response. He was slightly self-conscious about his scars, he’d gotten them as a kid in an accident. His parents were zoologists and worked with wolves, they had taken a puppy home since he was hurt, and Remus thought it was a dog. He pulled the hurt animal out of the cage to “play with it” but accidentally grabbed him from the part he’d been hurt, the animal retaliated by slashing him, face, torso, back, and legs. Remus had been 4 and had no way to defend himself, he also didn’t want to hurt the puppy so he allowed it to happen. When his parents found him, he was crying in a pool of blood, and the wolf pup had hidden somewhere in their garden. 

There was apprehension in your eyes as you stared at his scars, not because they were ugly, you thought Remus was beautiful, but because you thought of the pain they had once caused him. You cleared your throat. “I got this for you,” you explained as you showed him the basket of fruits, you had bought them all yesterday and left them in the small fridge in the room. “You’ll be holding in both of your arms, it’s like a recreation of an older painting,” you explained. 

Remus nodded, taking in the information as he fumbled with the button of his trousers. Half focused on what you said, half mortified over getting naked in front of you and Sirius. 

You pulled the basket in your hands again, “Kind of like this, okay?” you said as you grabbed the basket in the way he would be grabbing it, giving the fruits one last arrangement and taking a picture for reference in case they moved around. He gave you an understanding nod and you gave him a thumbs up in return. Sirius walked over to take Remus’ clothes from the table, and hastily dropped them over the smaller sofa, bringing over a bottle of wine, a decanter and an empty cup. 

“Our concept is based on gods, she’s going for Bacchus,” he explained, Remus was fumbling around with the trousers at the end of his feet, taking longer than he normally would to take off his clothes, Sirius obviously noticed. “She wants to capture the youth and lust of winemaking.” 

Remus gave him somewhat of a stern look and Sirius smiled cheekily in return. “And yours?” he asked. 

“Eros and Psyche,” Sirius responded with a slight tilt of his head. 

“And Psyche?” 

“Don’t worry your pretty head with it yet,” Sirius added condescendingly and got a shove from Remus in return. 

You were looking at the two of them with a smile, you’d always loved the relationship with the two, there was never a time they were more at ease than when they were with each other. 

Sirius sighed, and you smiled. Remus still felt nervous, taking his socks off and keeping his boxers on as he waited for new instructions. Sirius gave him a look as he sat on the window just behind you, and your easel, looking at how you sharpened your pencils and charcoal for sketching. “Would you help me pose him?” You asked, turning your head slightly to Sirius before focusing again on your pencils and canvas, taking a ruler to break down the piece into smaller squares to make sure you got your proportions right. 

Sirius nodded, jumped down from the window seal and picked up the white sheet he’d brought from his backpack. 

“Time to take them off, mate,” he said. Remus swallowed and nodded, taking off his boxers carefully and throwing them in the same direction Sirius had thrown the rest of his clothes. Then he placed his hand over himself and stared in between you and Sirius nervously. You were still focused on your canvas, so you didn’t quite see the interaction, but Sirius did and smiled. He had the inkling little feeling that maybe Remus was into you. He had told you about it but you had shrugged it off, Remus had become something like your best friend, there was no way. 

But Sirius had known Remus for longer than you did, and he knew his friend like he knew the back of his hand –and boy he knew that one well from seeing it so much while painting. And the nervous glances Remus kept throwing your way, made him feel a little more confident of his theory. Perhaps all the two of you needed was a little push, and then that one recurring dream he had could become a reality.

Sirius extended the sheet over Remus and placed it on his arms, just falling off the shoulders like some kind of shawl, he then accommodated the sheet covering one of his legs and his private parts. Remus seemed reassured by that, and Sirius again, tried not to smile knowingly. He then passed Remus the basket and helped him accommodate it in place.

“It's not too heavy is it?” 

“Not right now,” Remus said as he held it between his hands. Sirius then proceeded to place his hands on Remus’ bare back and traced his fingers over his friend’s muscles in a reassuring and discreet manner, giving a light squeeze near his neck. 

“Relax,” he said as he looked at the boy. Sirius had no idea how little relaxing that devious smile of his was, Remus’ skin burned at his touch. “Lean your head back a little bit, would you?” Remus swallowed and did as told, anything to have Sirius step away before he noticed the things he was actually doing to him. “A little bit more,” Sirius insisted and placed his hand on the boy’s neck. Allowing it to linger as he moved him around as he pleased. 

“Hey Angel,” he called, and you looked up, smiling at the sight of the two boys, “Is this all right?” 

“Come here,” you told Sirius, he finally let go of Rem and walked towards you, standing just behind the easel just at your side. “What do you think? Isn’t he a little too stiff?” 

“Yeah,” Sirius responded. 

“Thought so,” you breathed and left your pencil and charcoal on the easel before walking towards Remus. “Close your eyes, would you?” you asked softly. Remus hesitated before doing what told. “Take a deep breath for me, good, that’s good… Remember that time you told me about your trip to Dover? You told me you climbed to the very top of the castle, that it was freezing cold and that no one but you had been brave enough to climb up to the roof. It was empty but there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. So thin that when you pressed your feet, it melted away allowing you to see the stone. 

“You mentioned you leaned over the edges and got to see the castle, the grounds and then, then you got to see the ocean.” Remus' tense self was slowly starting to subdue. “You said you could hear the distant waves, and then you felt a small prickle in your cheek.” 

“It started snowing,” Remus said softly. 

You smiled, took a grape from his basket and placed it near his mouth, pushing it in between his lips. He opened his mouth when he felt the fruit and ate it with a frown, opening his eyes to look at it, and then at you. You were so bloody close to him. 

“There you go,” you said with a smile. “Much better now, keep that relaxed face of yours so I can paint it, will you?” you added teasingly. Remus was munching on the grape with a confused and yet amused face. You gave him a short wink and then went back to your spot, missing the slight flush that coated his cheek. 

“Comfortable?” Sirius teased. 

Remus threw him a look and you swatted Sirius with your pencil softly. “Stop teasing him, he’ll tense again,” you scolded. Remus couldn’t help but smile at the small interaction between the two and you finished up with the sharpening, picking up the pencil and starting to sketch. Remus let his head fall back as you traced, closing his eyes and changing his stance every once in a while, pulling his head off and watching you knit your brows together as you moved your pencil over the canvas. 

“You’re getting the proportions wrong,” Sirius said. “His hand is bigger than that.” 

You grumbled in return, “I know! I just–“ you pulled an eraser and started to furiously move it over the canvas, Remus was looking at the two of you carefully. “I can’t get it to work out.” 

“Want help?” 

“You can’t keep helping me when I don’t get the hands right…” 

“Why not? You always help me with light and shadow, you’re an expert.” 

You sighed, “It’s not the same Sirius.” 

“Yes it is,” he said in a no-nonsense kind of way, then he placed his hand over yours, and started guiding your sketch. “Come on, loosen up.” 

Meanwhile, Remus was looking at the domestic scene between the two with a mix of admiration and longing. The two of you looked stunning as you painted him, both deeply focused on the canvas, with a casual glance straight at his hand holding the basket, he smiled as he saw Sirius lean even closer to you, obviously unnecessary but something Sirius did often anyway. He had never seen his friend as smitten with a human as he had seen him with you. 

Eventually, Sirius let go of your hand and you added a few other touches. “Do you want to start painting or should I start with my sketch first?” he asked. 

You turned your head and stared at the cloudy sky, “I’ll use the sunlamp for my lighting, we can do yours if you want, that way you take advantage of natural light for your drawing.”

He nodded, “Okay, get ready, I’ll work on the canvas.” 

You sent him a short wink and he walked behind his easel. Remus took the time to put down the basket and accommodate the sheet around him a little better. “Cold?” you asked, “we can turn off the AC.” He shook his head. Just self-conscious then, you realised. Well, he won’t have to worry too much about that.

You took your hoodie off and then, but it wasn’t until you took a hold of your shirt and flipped it over your head that Remus realised what was going on. Your hands were behind your bra when he averted his gaze to the side completely blushed. “Sirius, If you’re painting her, can I leave?” 

“Of course not,” Sirius said simply, “I’m painting the both of you.” 

“You what?” 

“Eros and Psyche, remember?” 

“But you said you couldn’t paint people you’ve fucked,” he retorted in a rather accusing manner. 

“Yeah, that’s why I’ll switch her hair colour and you’ll cover her face.” 

“You never said I’d have to pose with your naked girlfriend!” 

“It’s okay Rem, I don’t mind, I’ve been a nude model for the class a couple of times.” 

Remus, as he would naturally turn to look at you when you spoke, but quickly turned his head to the side when he realised you were now completely naked. 

But I do! He thought as he tried to think of anything other than the curve of your breasts. Naked grandma, naked grandma.

You eyed Sirius, “Maybe we can–“ you started, biting your lip. 

“Nonsense. We’re all adults, go on.” 

You gave Sirius a stern look and he gave you back an equally determined one, nodding towards Remus, a clear indication for you to walk his way. 

You took a deep breath but did what he wanted anyway. Walking towards Remus and gently placing a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, If you really don’t want to do this-“

Remus’ head snapped your way, he focused his eyes on yours as best as he could, “No, I– I just– I wasn’t mentally prepared.” 

You smiled and tilted your head. You could see the self-restraint he was using not to look at your chest, Sirius was really trying not to cackle behind you as he sharpened his pencils, “You can look,” you said, “you’re gonna see them anyway Rem.” He gave you a frustrated frown. You smiled teasingly in return. 

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked. He was about ready to just stare for half a second and then move on with his life but he couldn’t quite look away. Not when he saw them perk up for him, his warm breath so close to you causing such a reaction. 

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Sirius said with a smile from behind the easel. The kind of confident smile of one who knew he could touch them whenever he wanted. 

Remus cleared his throat and looked at Sirius. Naked grandma. NAKED GRANDMA. “Go on with your painting, yeah?” 

“You haven’t even posed,” he retorted with a smile. You turned your head over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend, “where do you want me?” 

Remus tried not to think of those words, and not to memorise them either. He didn’t want to have dreams about it. Sirius on the other hand, smirked and walked over to the two of you, “Alright mate, time to lose the sheet,” he said as he pulled the one thing covering Remus’ body. While Rem shot to cover himself, Sirius gave you a look and then winked. 

You narrowed your eyes at him as you tilted your head, what the hell are you up to, pretty boy?

“Okay, Moony. I need you to sit on the table.” Remus did as told, “Now open your legs a little bit.” Remus gave a stern look to Sirius but did as told, still using his hands to cover himself. “Please Rem,” he added, “I’ll show you mine and you’ll show me yours? Take those hands off, would you? We’ve both seen plenty of dicks already.” 

You were looking at Remus’ clavicle as he did, trying to avoid the spot that made him so self-conscious, but Sirius was way bolder than that, and he stared straight at his friend’s cock instead. Was that a twitch? Sirius smiled, bit his lip, and turned back to you. 

“You’ll be in between his legs, he’ll have his arms around your arms and his head on your shoulder, is that okay?” 

“Okay,” you said simply. Now, had it been any other person, perhaps you wouldn’t have accepted the pose, but this was Remus, you trusted Remus. 

Remus, who realised there was no use in arguing, did what Sirius had described, leaning forward so you wouldn’t have to stand so close to him. He tried to avoid his chest brushing into yours, ever the gentleman. Anyone else might have just taken advantage. 

Sirius nodded and walked behind his easel again, “Luv, hide your head on his neck, okay?” 

“Mhm,” you said and did as told. Being so close to Remus was making you feel things. He was really warm and strong. You enjoyed the way he held you, Sirius could tell. He also knew you as the back of his hand. 

“Would you mind leaning in a little closer to him?” 

You nodded and did as told. Now your chest was brushing against his, Remus could feel your hardened nipples against his chest, the tip of his ears was now red, even if a good deal of blood was going south. You assumed it was due to embarrassment. 

Sirius had already started to draw, and you decided you’d try and ease him, you bent your elbows and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, allowing his grip to become a lot more secure, “It's okay,” you whispered. “Sirius is way faster at sketching than me, he’ll be over in a second. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.” 

“No, I’m sorry for making this so awkward,” he said softly. “I bet you are used to this and I’m making it weird.” 

“Not really,” you said honestly, leaning your head on his shoulder a little more, that was something you had done often, with clothes, though. “I’ve never modelled with anyone other than Sirius. I only said I would because it would be you.” 

“You what?” Remus asked, you accommodated and your lips accidentally brushed against his neck, he felt the blush spreading, he was losing control. He couldn’t keep thinking of a naked grandma when he had you pressed against him, whispering on his neck, your warm breath against his skin igniting him like a match against dry leaves. 

“I only agreed to Sirius’ pose when he proposed it because you’d be the male model. I don’t like modelling so close to other people.” 

Remus sighed, closing his eyes, his cock was already half hard, and here you were talking to him about trusting him to be the male model, he was a total dick. 

“Luv, lean in a little closer would you?” Sirius asked. 

Remus didn’t even have enough time to give Sirius a warning glance since you confidently did as told, and that’s when you felt it: hard, brushing just under your belly button. You pulled apart just for a second and looked down.

He is huge.

Remus was beet red and staring at Sirius with a mix of exasperation, embarrassment, and anguish. But neither of you seemed to mind, you just pulled your hips slightly back and went back to the previous pose, your nipples brushing against his chest again and making his boner grow even more. 

“It’s okay,” you reassured, “It’s actually quite normal, you’d be surprised how many times it happens.” 

Remus had his eyes closed shut and was trying not to think, not of your soft chest against him, not of your soft breath fanning against his skin, and certainly not of how close your pussy was to his dick. 

You could tell how much more tense he was now. “Do you want to take a break?” 

“No,” he said quickly. “Let’s just get over with it.” The last thing Remus needed was to take a break only for it to happen again the minute your skin came into contact with his. 

“Are you sure? You’re a lot more tense now, Moons,” you said with a frown as you gently brushed your hand on his soft back, tracing a finger over one of his scars without quite realising you were doing it. 

He shook his head, “No, it’s okay.” 

“Remus–“ Sirius started. 

“It won’t work,” he snapped a little harsher now. 

Sirius’s perspicacious look turned into a smirk, he knew he wasn’t imagining things. He gently placed his pencil on the easel and walked over to Remus. “Why not Moony?” 

“Sorry?” He asked, nervous. You felt him tense even further and pulled back, he got a glimpse of your breasts again and he only became harder. 

“Sirius, you’re making him more nervous,” you added with a frown, your hand still brushing reassuringly on his back. 

“No,” he replied, and focused his gaze back on Remus. “I want to know why it wouldn’t work.” 

Remus grabbed the basket that was still lying around and placed it over his lap, covering his ever-growing boner. 

“You don’t have to respond to that, Rem.” 

“He does,” Sirius insisted. 

Remus looked at Sirius in disbelief before huffing. “You’re making your bloody gorgeous girlfriend, pose with me and hug me, and lay her head on my shoulder, all while naked. And you’re looking at us, with that, piercing fucking gaze of yours while you do. A break is not going to help because you’ll make us do it again!” 

Sirius still had a stern face on, but you noticed the small twist on his lips, he was holding back a smirk. 

“Sirius,” you warned. 

“No,” he said and focused on Remus again. “Remus, you think my girlfriend’s gorgeous?” 

“Everyone thinks your girlfriend’s gorgeous.”

“No, Remus. Do you think she is?” 

Remus avoided Sirius’ gaze, red with embarrassment and anger. More at himself than anyone else. His jaw was clenched and his eyes squeezed shut. 

Sirius threw you an amused look and you gave him an impatient one. You could tell he was playing with Moony and you didn’t like it one bit. Sirius, though, wasn’t one to stop things so easily, and he pulled you softly from your spot in between his legs and took it, placing both hands on Remus’ shoulders who just tensed even further. He leaned closer to his ear, “I’m asking you something, Remus.” 

Remus didn’t reply, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching. You were about to pull Sirius back but he spoke again, “I’m asking because–” he tone was softer, the threatening tone from earlier fading into a more lewd one, “It’s okay of you do,” he whispered, and then pressed his lips to Remus’ tense shoulder. Remus’s eyes snapped open and he spotted you, you gave him a short smile, and then he felt Sirius’s lips pressed against him again, “because we both have the hots for you as well,” Sirius mumbled against his skin.

Remus swallowed thickly at that, and you could feel a familiar pulsing between your legs.

Remus pushed Sirius off, the other boy just stared at his friend with a smile, “don’t play with me, Black!” he warned, angry and steady. 

“He’s not,” you interceeded. Sirius was a flirt, it was hard to believe him sometimes, but for you, who had been with him for a while, it was easy to see the shine in his eyes when he saw Remus, it wasn’t there when he saw other men. You walked over to Sirius and took hold of his arm, laying your head gently on his shoulder and allowing your entire front to be exposed to Remus. “The question is, Remus, do you like us back?” 

Remus’ breath was caught in his throat, he wasn’t sure what to respond, could he even?

“And what does that mean?” 

You shot Sirius a glance, there was a silent understanding between the two of you, a small nod from Sirius, and you walked closer to Remus, “It means we like hanging out with you,” you said softly and took a step towards him, “It means we like having you around, It means we like it when your eyes brighten as you speak of a new book you love and it means we love the way your hair falls on your face when you forget your umbrella and you borrow one of ours.” You were dangerously close to him now, “It means we like it when you stand close to us, it means we would like to touch you,” you placed a hand on his leg, and traced from his knee to the thick of his muscle, and left it there while making soft circles with your thumb. 

“It means when we invited you to model for us we were being selfish, we wanted to have more of you than we normally did,” Sirius said, also walking closer, “It means I specifically had to wear bigger pants because I knew the moment I saw you naked along with her, my mind would roam, and take me back to my dreams.” 

“Your dreams?” Remus asked as he gulped, gaze darting between your hand on his leg and Sirius approaching both of you.

“Our dreams,” you interceeded, having him turn back to look at your face. “The question is, Remus–“ You grabbed onto the basket and started to drag it away from him. “Do you want us? Or is this just a natural reaction?” you asked, nodding back to his hard cock, trying not to lick your lips as you did. 

Sirius still hadn’t touched Remus, but he was standing so close he’d only have to lean in to kiss the boy’s neck. “I–“ Remus hesitated, and looked at Sirius, trying to find confirmation. He could barely believe what was going on, perhaps he had fallen asleep on your shoulder and this was just a figment of his eager imagination. 

Sirius smiled and nodded down. His pants were big, but not big enough to hide the tent that had formed in his pants. Remus swallowed again. By now you had already discarded the basket of fruit, a couple of them rolling out and scattering on the floor with a loud thud. None of the three seemed to hear it, all of your gazes were firmly set on each other. 

“It is real, Remus,” you said and leaned close enough to kiss his neck near the spot Sirius had kissed initially. You had wanted to do that while Sirius was sketching the two of you, and you took the chance to finally do it. Still, neither you nor Sirius had touched Remus’ cock, you wanted him to say yes before you did something irreparable. But unlike Sirius, you didn’t leave your kiss as a small innocent one, instead, you opened your mouth to his skin and started licking and sucking lightly. 

A strangled moan escaped Remus’ lips. and you smiled, continuing to kiss him in the same way, eager to hear the sound again.

“Should we take that as a yes?” Sirius asked, voice raspy and low from how turned on he was at the sight of the two of you. 

Remus let out a soft scoff, and then he pulled you from his neck, he hated the disappointed glance you had as he held your face in between his hands. Your eyes were blown with lust and your lips were wet from the kiss. 

You swallowed, ready to pull apart but Remus dragged your head towards his and leaned in just enough to plant a desperate kiss on your lips. You were surprised at first but quickly melted into him, moaning as he dragged his demanding tongue over your lips, which only fueled him further, he wanted to hear those sounds, he wanted to hear the both of you make those sounds over and over again until he was deafened by them. 

“Yes,” he whispered as he pulled apart, panting for air and dropping smaller kisses around your face, “bloody hell yes!” he insisted. 

Sirius leaned in, and whispered on Moony’s ear, “Should have told us earlier.”  He pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, but quickly moved down to kiss the boys jaw, “We’ve been dreaming about you for months.” 

“Imagine my surprise when Sirius woke me up, panting your name,” you said, “I thought it was a nightmare until I felt how hard he was.” 

Remus sighed and leaned his head on your shoulder as Sirius continued to kiss him, you took that as an opportunity to place your hand on his back again, allowing your fingers to feel and touch every single part of him that you hadn’t been able to touch earlier, and that you found absolutely stunning. 

Another moan escaped Remus’ mouth when he felt your hand on his back, and Sirius smiled, the wicked smile of his and he pulled apart from his neck and easily sat on the table before moving behind Remus in a kneeling position, taking both of his shoulder and pulling him back from the hunch he’d been on. The sight of both boys almost set you on fire, Sirius noticed, he noticed almost everything. 

“Moony, love,” he said as he leaned into the boy’s neck and allowed his hand to softly massage Remus’ back muscles, “Isn’t she stunning?” 

You threw Sirius an inquisitive look and he just winked, he seemed to always know what to do. 

“She is,” Remus breathed, eyes hooded as he allowed Sirius to touch him, clearly lost on him. 

Sirius smiled, “I want you to touch her,” he said with a smirk, “touch her like you wanted to touch her when I was drawing the two of you behind the easel. I saw you looking at her, I saw the way your hands fought to stay in place.” 

“Sirius,” Remus warned. 

But Sirirus’ smirk only grew wider, he knew his words were sending both you and Remus into a state of absolute frenzy, all he’d have to do was push you into each other, “Touch her, I know she wants it as much as you do.” 

Remus was hesitant, but he placed his hand on your shoulder and dragged you closer to the two of them in a soft pull. You looked up at him and smiled, squaring your shoulders and allowing him to see your almost throbbing nipples, desperate to be touched, and to be held by either of the two. 

He was slow and hesitant, allowing his hand to fall from your shoulder to your arms, and then to your waist, and to the small of your back. Sirius placed a soft kiss just over Remus’ ear and then whispered, “Touch her, Remus, touch the place you’ve wanted to touch since you saw that little black bra of hers that makes me lose my mind.”

Remus breathed, he remembered the little piece perfectly, he allowed his hand to drag up, and let his thumb rest right under your breast, feeling the soft bounce of it and gently rubbing underneath, an innocent touch, almost a graze, nothing in comparison to the way Sirius would sometimes grab at them, and yet, it was just making you wetter. “Remus,” you whined as you leaned your head on his free shoulder. That seemed to be the fuel he needed to drag his hand even further up and allow his thumb to brush against your nipple. You clenched against nothing as he did, and moaned. He had a small scar tracing just around his thumb, the feeling of textures against your skin dragging you to heaven.

Sirius smiled at your reactions and started to kiss his neck. Which had Remus’ head tilt back in pleasure. That’s when you leaned your hand down again, eager to feel him, you were gentle and decided to give him enough time to stop you if he wanted, but the slow massaging of your hand towards his cock was only making Remus grow harder, a small droplet of precum already coming from his tip. He hadn’t even dared to dream of such a moment, and here you were, making it happen. When your hand finally wrapped around him he let out a breathy moan, his hand on your breast tightening. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. 

“May I?” you asked softly. 

“Please,” he managed to say, Sirius chuckled at his neediness but Remus was quicker and pulled on his hair to drag him to his mouth. The longer-haired boy was surprised at first but quickly smirked into Remus’ demanding kiss, swallowing all the moans that would leave him as you slowly brushed your fingers over his cock. First, tracing a thin line from the bottom to the top, right over the pulsing vein. And then you wrapped your hand around him, firm but gentle, and rubbed the tip with your thumb. 

Sirius pulled from the kiss that Remus chased into just to let you hear his moans and whispered, “Do you hear that, love?” he said as he placed a hand on Remus’ neck to keep his desperate lips from crashing against his mouth again. “You’re turning him into an animal.” 

“We are,” you responded and tightened your grip around him, starting only now to gently stroke. You got to hear another moan from Moony before Sirius returned to kiss him. You leaned your head on Remus’ shoulder again, that place proving to be one of your favourite sports of the night, and started to trace kisses up his neck. You could feel his reactions in the way he would sometimes squeeze your breasts a little harder, or when he moved his hand down your waist. “And he makes such lovely sounds, doesn’t he?” 

Sirius hummed in return, not daring to tear his lips away from the kiss. 

Then you reached Remus’ ear. “If only you knew how wet you’re making me,” you whispered, a sly, fox-like smile appearing on your lips. Sirius threw you a side glance in between kisses and raised one of his eyebrows at you. 

“Show him then,” he said before going back to kiss Remus, but using one of his hands to place it on the boy’s waist. “Pull back a little, Moons.” 

Remus did as told, giving you enough space to be able to climb into the table as well, both legs on either side of one of his, and then slowly you let yourself down onto him, sighting at the feeling of his muscles against your sex. Remus gave you an encouraging squeeze on the waist, and that was enough for you to start grinding yourself onto his leg. Somehow, you managed to maintain the strokes on his cock as you rubbed onto him. 

“Do you feel that, love?” Sirius asked as he broke the kiss to have the two of them look at you. You had your eyes closed and were focused on both your hips and hand movements. You felt Remus’ cock twitch, but you didn’t know it had been because he was looking at you. “Do you feel how wet you’ve made her?” 

Remus looked at his glistening leg as you slid down and then up again, firmly pressing yourself against him, even if it was hard with the position you were in. He flexed his muscles and he felt your hand tremble in his cock, “She’s so pretty, Pads. You get to see her like this all the time?” 

Sirius chuckled and decided to kiss Remus’ neck, so they could both continue delighting at the sight of you riding his leg. Remus seemed hesitant at first, but he dragged his hand down to your waist and towards your leg. Clearly giving in to the temptation to touch.

“Go ahead, she likes it,” Sirius encouraged in a chuckle and Remus didn’t think twice. You stiffened when you felt his hand brush against you as you pushed yourself into him, now opening your eyes to figure out whose hand had been bold enough. You smirked when you realised who it had been. 

“Still curious?” you asked and pushed yourself towards his hand again. 

Remus didn’t speak, instead, he focused on brushing his fingers over your folds which had you sight in content. But Remus was slightly hesitant as if he wasn’t sure how to touch you properly. When Sirius realised the lack of moans, he decided he’d help. He placed a quick kiss on Remus’ temple and then moved behind him again. Allowing one of his hands to rest on Moony’s neck and then using the other to trace his arm until he reached the hesitant hand still brushing against your sensitive spots. 

“Like this,” he said as he took hold of his hand and started making his movements more determined. You moaned at the new, more purposeful touch, and Sirius’ smirk grew. “Slow and determined,” he instructed. Remus himself found your clit after that, and he gently pressed his finger over it, testing. 

“Fuck do that again,” you managed to whisper as you leaned your head on his shoulder again, Sirius placed a soft comforting kiss on your temple, your hands on Remus’ cock becoming dumber as the pleasure consumed you. 

Remus did as told, and you moved your hips towards his fingers almost instinctively. “Such a fast learner,” Sirius praised, and you’d swear you saw Remus inflate slightly at his words. 

“Yeah, Moony!” you sighed, voice mellow, something in between words and a moan. “You’re amazing,” you added as you kissed his neck, chasing all the way to his mouth. The hand that Sirius used to teach him, had long forgotten its purpose and had somehow found its way to your breast, pinching and squeezing like he knew you loved. His lips glued to Moony’s neck in the meantime. 

Moony pressed a tentative finger to your entrance, you smiled into the kiss, and pushed into him, he bit your lips as his finger dug inside you, “Fuck,” he whispered into your mouth, “so tight.” You clenched around him, as you pulled from the kiss and brushed the tip of his cock with your thumb, you were eager to hear another one of those melodic moans of his. And you did, reeling on the power he had given you before going back to kiss him. 

“She is Moony, it’ll feel insane around your cock too, I promise,” Sirius whispered to his ear. If you had been thinking properly, you might have swatted him for assuming how things would end, but the idea of having Remus’ cock inside of you only made you wetter, your hips chasing his finger a little more desperate as you used it to chase your own pleasure. 

Remus used his free hand to take yours from his cock and placed it on his shoulder since he knew that would help you be a little more steady, he missed your touch, but the moans he pulled from you were enough compensation. He went for another finger and you moaned at how much more full you felt. Remus had longer fingers than Sirius did, and the scars added a layer of textures that you had never felt before but that you could easily get used to. 

His touch was much more curious and soft than Sirius’ had been the first time, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t aiding you into a state of absolute bliss. Sirius, ever the clever, figured out you were close in a second. He pulled Moony deeper into the table, pulling you along with him, took off his shirt and moved behind you. Both of his tights around yours, Moony’s in between. He pressed himself onto you allowing you to feel his warm and slightly sweaty skin. You could feel his boner pressing onto your ass which had you sight in pleasure. 

“How’s that, my love,” he said. “Do you like having Moony’s hand all over you? His fingers inside?” 

“Sirius,” you sighed. His hands were now on your hips, helping you ride Moony’s fingers with much more ease. Moony’s fingers got faster, and you could feel Sirius holding back from dry humping you from behind, his hips sometimes chasing against your ass, you had neglected him a little. “Like that,” you managed to whisper once Remus did a particular movement, a flick of his finger, and he instantly repeated it. 

“She’s close Moony,” Sirius warmed as he felt you tense, he moved his hands on your body reassuringly, but in the way that he knew you loved, you tensed, tightening around Remus’ fingers, and then let out a long, and quiet moan. “There you go,” Sirius added softly as he brushed his fingers over your leg, both of them helping you ride down from your high. Eventually, Remus took his fingers from inside you and placed a reassuring hand on your leg. You closed your eyes, head still pressed onto his shoulder as you breathed in, Remus had always smelled delightful, but you’d swear he smelled even better today.

You then reached your hand down but Sirius beat you to it, “My turn,” he said as he pushed you closer to Remus and took a hold of his cock. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked Remus with a smile, knowing well his answer. 

Remus gulped and shook his head, which had Sirius smile like a wolf and start playing around with his friend’s cock. He clearly knew what he was doing much better than you did since he had Remus panting and moaning a lot faster than you had. He also had you firmly pressed against Remus as he touched him, if you had wanted to –which you obviously didn’t– you wouldn’t be likely to get out in between the two. Still, you busied yourself with kissing Remus’ neck again, that spot that you seemed to be addicted to.

Remus sighed, and you started to brush your hands all over his body, moaning and grunting growing louder. Sirius felt his friend’s cock twitch in his hand and he knew he was close, so he stopped. Remus gave him a pleading look but he pulled his hand back completely and the you along with him. You didn’t realise what was going on until you saw Remus’ throbbing cock and confused look. 

“Sirius!” you reprimanded. Remus seemed to be struggling to form proper words. 

“He won’t get to fuck you if he comes into my hand,” Sirius responded then leaned his head into your shoulder and looked at Remus with a knowing pout. “Would you rather come into my hand than feel her tight little pussy around you, Moons?” 

Remus scoffed. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting by getting sexually involved with Sirius Black, but he should have fucking expected this kind of behaviour.

Sirius smiled, “How about we help him cool down a little but keep him hard, darling?” 

You leaned your head back onto Sirius, opening your legs a little for Remus to get a better view of your glistening sex. “What do you like, Remus?” You asked in the most innocent tone. As if you were asking about the taste of ice cream he preferred and not the kind of shit that turned him on. 

But frankly, neither you nor Sirius would have to do anything special to turn him on, he already pretty much worshipped you. Remus was still at a loss of words, he stared at both of you, then down between your legs and then up at your faces again. 

“Do you want me to eat her out?” Sirius asked as he tilted his head. 

“Or would you rather see me blow him?” 

“Cowgirl?” 

“Doggie?” 

Remus was sure that if you didn’t stop you, you might just list the entire kamasutra before he made a choice, “anything.” 

You tsked and shook your head, “No, Moons, that’s not the deal,” you replied. “What do you want?” 

Again, he saw you tense and relax between your legs as you asked him, and he didn’t miss the smirk that drew on your lips when he started. “I want” –he hesitated– “touch him.” 

“Your wish is my command,” you said with a smirk and instantly turned to Sirius, making sure to have him spin around enough so that you wouldn’t have Remus just look at your back, although he would have been more than happy staring at the way your ass moved. 

“Did you hear that, Pads?” 

Sirius hummed in response as he helped you accommodate, you were now cradling him. You first went for a kiss, soft, but demanding, as you two kissed, you lowered one of your hands and gripped Sirius over his pants. He moaned into your mouth and you pulled back from the kiss, no matter how addictive his lips were, you wanted Remus to hear his precious moans as well. 

Remus’ hands were itching to go back to his cock when he heard Sirius’ moan. He was too pretty, both of you were, he could still barely believe what was happening, but he sure loved every bit of it. “Help me get this off,” you said as you turned to Remus and pressed your hands onto Sirius’ belt. 

He raised his eyebrows amused and you gave him a short wink. He did as told. Leaning in closer and unbuckling the belt before sliding it off Sirius who was a moaning mess since your hand was still on him. Once Remus managed to move the button off, you were quick to digg your hand in and Sirius raised his hips a little to take it off along with his boxers. 

Remus’ cock twitched when he saw Sirius’ hard and proud. He wanted to touch it as much as he wanted to see you touch it, but he wasn’t sure Sirius would want him to touch it so instead he moved his desperate hand to the boy’s neck. You smiled at that and brushed yourself against him, passing his cock over your folds a few times to coat him with your wetness before gripping at him securely. 

“Sto–p teasing,” Sirius managed to say, and you laughed, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before wrapping your hand around him and starting to stroke. Remus seemed fascinated by the way you moved your hand on Pads, like you knew exactly what he wanted when he moaned or moved his hips slightly to the side. At some point Sirius started to chase your hand with his hips as well but Remus placed his hand on his legs to keep him down. Sirius turned to the boy with a frown and Remus smirked.

“I said I wanted her to touch you, not for you to fuck her hand,” he replied in a low tone. 

You giggled at the stifled moan that left Sirius’ lips when Moony said that, and continued with your strokes, turning your wrist so you had a bit more control and toying with the tip whenever your thumb got close enough to it. 

“Close,” Sirius breathed and you smiled, looking at Moony with a small smirk before pulling back a little from both of them but still stroking. Then you pulled further down and Sirius almost came in your hands at the mere image of what you were about to do. You pressed a kiss to kiss your stomach, and gently lowered down, allowing your nipples to brush over his cock causing him to shudder. 

You licked your lips before going down and pressing a soft and gentle kiss over his tip, you could feel the blood rushing and his cock twitching. You then pressed your tongue to him and Sirius let out a low, almost imperceptible groan. The first, soft splurt of his cum fell on the outside of your mouth before you wrapped your lips around him and sucked the rest of him dry. By the time you were done, Sirius was panting and gripping onto Remus’ leg as he attempted to catch a breath. You raised yourself back up to look at them both. 

You opened your mouth to show you had yet to swallow it all and then turned to Remus, “Want a taste?” 

Sirius was already sore, and yet when Moony nodded and pulled you in for a desperate kiss, he swore he felt himself twitch again. In a matter of seconds, you had climbed onto his lap, leaning into the kiss and only pulling apart to see his reaction, a line of spit still connected the two of you as smirked. 

“Fuck,” Sirius said in a low moan at the sight. 

“How was it?” you asked as you bit your lip. 

Remus tilted his head and dragged your hips to his, “Is not over yet, is it?” 

“I meant the taste,” you replied as you rolled your hips on his cock. 

He licked his lips, and laid his head on your shoulder as he looked at Sirius. “Fucking delicious,” he said.

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “Bet,” you added before rolling your hips against his again. “Ready?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Good,” you said, and then lifted yourself, brushing on his cock a couple of times before bringing your hand down to it, brushing his tip on you, making sure to brush your clit, and then slowly, sinking yourself onto him.

You breathed out as you did, getting used to his size, and he waited patiently for you to finish. 

“You all right?” he asked softly. 

You let out a breathy “Yeah.” 

“Tell me when I can start moving.” You squeezed your walls around him. “Fuck–“ 

Sirius laughed from the side and placed a hand on Remus’ arm, “Did I not mention she has a tendency to do that? I almost came the first time she did it to me.” 

You squeezed again and then started to move, slow and steady at first, Remus was a groaning mess again and it only fueled your resolve to continue moving and squeezing, eventually, his hips started thrusting up into yours and your movements seemed to synchronise. 

“Touch her too,” Sirius suggested and Remus did as told, quickly bringing one the hands that rested on your waist to your clit. You started to roll your hips so you could increase the pressure and he helped by moving his finger closer. 

“Is that good?” 

“Fuck yes,” you responded. 

You continued for a while, and you felt Remus get extremely close, if his moaning indicated anything but then he stopped thrusting into you and you slowed your pace with a questioning frown. 

“Can…” he panted. “Can I try something?” 

You nodded in return and Remus smiled, he pulled you up with his hands on your waist –his cock still inside you– and flipped you around, now your back was laying on Sirius’ chest and you could feel his semi-hard on your ass. 

“Moony what are you–“ he started but was shut up by a kiss as he thrusted into you. Both the kiss and your asscheeks brushing onto him had Sirius harden even more as Remus thrust in and out of you. 

“Touch her the way she likes,” he said to Sirius in between kisses and the other boy did exactly that, chasing in between the entanglement of bodies until he found your clit, tentatively, he brushed his hand down to feel where Remus and your body connected and Remus moaned at the feeling of Sirius’ hands on him again. “I said touch her,” he added with a sigh, “I want her to come again.” 

Sirius smiled and pressed a short kiss to Remus’ lips. “Your wish is my command.” 

Seconds later Sirius’ expert fingers were on you, brushing and circling your clit the way that made you brainless, your ass pressed onto his cock and Remus rutting into you quickly made you feel absolute bliss. 

“I’m about to–“ 

“She as well,” Sirius said as he felt the way you moved on top of him. 

Remus reeled at the thought and groaned out as he started to come, he tried to pull out but Sirius was quick to keep him in place. “She’s taking something,” he said simply, and that was enough for Remus to allow your walls to milk him. As he did, Sirius was fast with his hand and you were cumming on Remus’ cock, squeezing him even more as his pace started to slow down. 

Sirius, who was already sore, came for the second time that night a little after, surprising you since you were not expecting to feel the sticky wetness against your ass. 

Remus felt it too, since part of it spluttered all the way to his legs and he looked at Sirius with a mildly impressed stare. 

“You two are fucking hot,” he said, unapologetically. Remus pushed into you a couple more times and then he allowed his weight to fall on both of you. 

“Too heavy?” he managed to ask. 

“No,” you said as you accommodated your head next to Sirius’ and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. He sighed in contentment.  

Eventually, Remus drew himself out of you and then pulled back from his position on top and instead laid with his back against the table. He bit his lip, “I guess you’ll have to find another model.” 

“No way in hell we’re ever gonna look for another model,” you said with a laugh, also rolling from Sirius and letting yourself fall right in between the two of them, “Moony’s just perfect, isn’t he?” 

“Thought you couldn’t paint someone you’d fucked…” he breathed. 

Sirius laughed, “Well, they don’t have to know we’re a thing…” 

Remus felt so many emotions at once, you were a thing, but also Sirius doesn't want people to know.

“…until after we’ve handed in the paintings, and gotten our grades,” he added with a cheeky smile. 

“Besides, the sun is gone,” you added. “We’ll have to come back another day.”

“Didn’t you mention a sunlamp or something?” Remus asked.

“We’ll have to come another day,” you repeated with a smirk. And Remus gave you an impressed look. 

“Do you guys have anything to do?” Sirius asked.

You shook your head and Remus said a quick “No.”

“Why?” you asked.

“I think Prongs is sleeping over at Reggie’s.” 

“Is he now?” Remus questioned. 

“I thought we could have a sleepover of our own.” 

You scoffed a laugh, of sleep, it wouldn’t have much.

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𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 ☆ 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬; 𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

🗯️ cassian, lucien, tamlin, azriel, rhysand, eris. spanking, praise, dirty talk, breeding kink, degradation, oral(receiving), sub x dom relationships, wrote this at like 2am so it’s not the greatest thing i’ve ever produced. enjoy!

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 —

• loves to tease you, especially while you’re busy.

• reading? no you’re not. cassian is busy chatting away in your ear, whispering filthy things that would make asmodeous blush.

• takes you anywhere and everywhere, especially when you two first mated. it drove everybody else crazy.

• likes quickies. nuts inside you everytime.

“cass.. cassie! slow down, slow down!” cassian groans as he ruts into you, hard and fast and so perfectly deep you feel like you can touch the stars blurring your vision. “shhh, baby.. you’re gonna get us caught. is that what you want? want rhysie to see me fucking your brains out?” he held you up against the lounge room wall, the lounge room that was less than two doors down from rhysand’s office, where he was holding a serious meeting. a meeting cassian was supposed to be at, but he had ditched to bury himself inside your welcoming pussy. “shit.. squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” he groaned into your ear, keeping a firm grip on your ass. “cassian..” you whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders, near his wings. a shiver ran down his spine and he gave a particularly hard thrust into your heat, and you cried out loudly. cassian slapped his hand over your mouth, resting his forehead against yours. “fuck. gonna cum inside you.” he grunted, roughly shoving himself into your dripping heat over and over again. his thumb caught against your clit and he began rubbing feverish circles against it, drawing you to an orgasm. you cried against his hand as his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you, filling your womb. “fuck.. that’s my girl.”

𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 —

• loves fucking you slow.

• worships your body from head to toe, kissing every single part of you until you’re shaking and begging him to make you cum.

• EATS. IT.

• biggest munch alive. would happily spend the next two thousand years of his life buried between your thighs with his tongue lapping against your cunt.

• doesn’t like quickies but will do them if you need. knows how to make you cum in twenty seconds flat.

• praises you like crazy.

rhys laid you down on your shared bed gently, pressing a kiss against your ankle. you sat up on your elbows and gazed at him as he unlatched the hook on your high heel, pulling it off and soon doing the same with the other. “rhys.. what’s the matter?” you asked softly, reaching out to run your hand through his soft hair. “am i not allowed to love my wife?” he discarded your heels and crawled on top of you, pulling the skirt of your dress up over your hips and letting it rest on your stomach. he got down and pressed his lips against your clothed cunt, kissing above your clit. he reveled in the way your body reacted to his touch, twitching and relaxing under him. “i love you..” you muttered. he smirked against your heat, hooking his fingers over the waistband of your panties and pulling them down to your ankles, discarding them as he did your heels. “i know.” he went for your clit immediately, making you moan and arch your back. “you’ll never question my love for you when i’m done.”

𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 —

• shadows.

• knows your body like the back of his hand

• is canonically a slut. knows how to please a woman but can get impatient.

• will fuck you with half his dick to get you used to him at first.

• chokes you. loves seeing your pretty throat underneath his hand.

• his shadows whisper in your ears and trail along your body while he defiles you.

• begs you to sit on his face.

it’s cold all around, but the temperature doesn’t reach your skin. azriel’s shadows wrapped around your naked body, slinking over your breasts and dipping between your legs as azriel’s large hands held your thighs open. he positioned himself between your legs, reaching one hand to begin jerking himself off. his gaze roamed over your supple flesh, arched back and glossy lips looking so perfect for him. he had eaten you out prior, making sure you were relaxed and wet enough to take him. “ready?” he groaned, finding it increasingly difficult to restrain from touching you. “yes..” he slipped inside of you immediately, slowly pressing each inch inside of you. the stretch hurt in such a good way. you’d never fully get used to the feeling of him. “shit.. good.. that’s good. you’re taking me so well, princess.” he groans as his shadows swirl around your neck. it’s imposing, an arousing threat. azriel places his hand over your throat and squeezes gently. “like that?” he asks. you whimper as he begins picking up the pace, fucking into you feverishly. “like that, huh? you like being fucked like this?” he asks repeatedly, but you can’t respond. can only nod and whimper and choke on your moans. “good.. take it.”

𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐧 —

• rough but gentle and romantic sometimes.

• loves being buried inside of you.

• prefers to fuck in the bedroom but will take you out in the garden.

• loves it when you say his name. chooses you every calanmai but refuses to marry you.

• loves spanking your ass.

“say my name, baby.” he growls, his grip on your hips borderline bruising as he ruts into you from behind. he lands a slap against your ass cheek, leaving a red print. “say it.” “tam! tamlin..!” you cry out, face-down-ass-up for your high lord. “fuck.. yeah, baby. takin’ my cock so good. made for it.” he mumbles from behind you, the sound of your wet cunt and his pelvis slapping against your ass filling the room. the bed lurched forward each time he thrusted into you, filling you up perfectly, nearly kissing your cervix. he leaned forward and pinched your clit, making you jerk and cry out. “cum for me, baby. now. cum for me.” he growls, picking up speed and railing you so hard you felt that your back would give. your cunt clenched around him so hard you were seeing stars, but what sent you over the edge was one more swipe over your clit and one more swat at your ass. you fell apart on his cock, spasming as he emptied himself inside of you. he stayed sheathed in your cunt for a few moments before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your temple. “good girl.. did so good for me.” he wrapped his arms around you and the feeling of his breath on your neck sent a shiver down your spine. “love you, baby.”

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 —

• the most gentle and attentive lover EVER.

• won’t cum unless you do.

• he whimpers.

• charming, so charming. got you to fall in love with him by weaving you a bracelet made of dandelions.

• praises you sooo much. is absolutely pussy whipped and head over heels for you.

• big dick. fucks with fire in his veins. is always warm.

“are you okay?” lucien asks. he was above you in the sprawling grass of the autumn court, in one of the autumn estate’s many gardens. he caged you between his arms as you lied on your back in the soft grass, amongst the leaves. the soft breeze brushed past your naked bodies, making your nipples peak. “yes.. i’m perfect, lucien.” you leaned forward to press your lips against his smooth, sun-kissed skin as he gently thrusted into you, sighing and mewling in pleasure. you embraced each other as he picked up the pace a bit, keeping a steady balance between going fast and deep. you moaned, a serene feeling spreading over your body, making you smile. his hand intertwined with yours as his cock began twitching inside of you. “god.. beautiful, i’m gonna cum.” you squeezed his hand as he leaned down to kiss your neck, sucking it gently. you smiled like a fox, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “let’s cum together.” and that you did. your words pushed him over the edge and he pulled out as you reached your peak, spilling his load all over your stomach and beneath breasts. he was breathing hard as he laid himself next to you, gathering you up in his arms. “i love you.” you smiled. “i love you too, lucie. but you’re crushing my leg.”

𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬 —

• breeds. you.

• LOVES to fuck you on his fathers throne.

• loves to parade you around the autumn court and take you with him when he goes to visit the night court. you’re just so pretty, how could he not show off his beautiful mate?

• is surprisingly gentle and caring behind closed doors. is obsessed with you.

• tits. loves tits. basic boy. boobs = happiness.

“there you go.. ride me, whore. fuck.” eris’ calloused hands grasped roughly at your boobs as you rode him, making you moan and whimper. “eris..” you mewled. he grunted and moved his hands down to your hips. he gripped them and began thrusting upwards into you, hard. the sound of your wet cunt reverberated against the walls, echoing around the throne room. eris took you in his father’s throne for the third time that week while beron was away attending business that neither of you cared to know the reason for. “fuck. you like that? like it when i fuck this perfect cunt?” he asked, tweaking your nipples between his fingers roughly before taking one into his mouth, sucking harshly. “yes!” you cried, grasping onto his shoulders as you slammed your hips down onto him each time he thrusted up. “that’s a good whore.. want me to fill your womb? make you bare my heir? huh?” you nodded your head, unintelligible nonsense about wanting to be a good incubator for him falling from your lips. he smirked as he watched you babble and felt your hips stutter as you neared climax, your walls tightening around him. “good.. take it, slut.”

[shogunish]

𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸.

synopsis. you think your breasts are too small to please satoru? he proves just how wrong you are.

genre. smut, nsfw, pwp

contents. boob fucking/play/smacking, dirty talk, vocal + horny satoru, reader has small breasts, nipple play, cum play, slight cum-eating, pet names (baby, my sweet girl), praise, implied size difference/kink

words. 810

notes. i need satoru to fuck me until my eggs are scrambled. (this piece is highly self-indulgent <3)

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! <3

“it's just..i think my breasts are..too small to give you a..boob-job..”

one sentence was enough for satoru to strip you naked, straddle your ribcage and prove you how utterly wrong you were. all this time, he was left wondering why you were so hesitant about letting him fuck your tits. to think it was because you doubted your breasts could please him? it sounded ridiculous to him.

did satoru not suckle, kiss and bite them enough whenever his cock was buried so snugly in your cunt? did he not grope them enough? did he not get hard often enough whenever your shirt would hug those perfect little tits of yours?

blasphemous.

“fuck, your tits are so pretty, baby. yeah, so fucking pretty.” satoru groaned as his palms squeezed your breasts together, his heavy cock right in-between them.

droplets of sweat trickled own satoru's temple, watercolor eyes fixed on the way your tits couldn't even fully encase his girth – almost like that sweet pussy of yours. groans and grunts fell from his soft lips like honeyed prayers that were meant for your ears only as he fucks your soft, perky breasts, nipples so hard and begging so sweetly for his attention. slick with his saliva, they shimmered in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

it was almost embarrassing, the way satoru's heavy balls smacked against the underside of your boobs, the angry red tip leaking with pearly white pre-cum that stained the skin of your chest, collarbone and those sweet lips of yours. heat rose to your cheeks. your own gaze zeroed in on the way satoru's cock twitched and throbbed squished between your breasts.

“toru..it looks painful, let me just–” you spoke up, concern laced in your voice as you stared at the redness of your boyfriend's cock.

satoru swiftly cut you off, a reddish hue dusting his cheeks. “shh, just let me enjoy this.” skilled fingers flicked against your hardened nipples before pulling on the sensitive buds until he coaxed a moan, a whine out of you. “been dreaming about fucking your tits for so long. you've got no idea, baby.”

the pre-cum lubing his length up made each thrust so much more enjoyable, so much more slippery. coming to a brief halt, satoru took the moment to grope and massage your little tits just to watch you squirm. he knew how much you loved it when he played with them, sucked and bit them until you got all nice and wet for him to take.

“no idea why you're so insecure about them. they're perfect for me. just look at how hard you're making me.” satoru chuckled breathlessly, gave your tit a smack before he used them to massage his aching cock. a tingle tightened his balls. “fuck, gonna cum all over those gorgeous tits before i stuff your cunt full, baby.”

each thrust was more urgent than the previous one. satoru's grip on your perky breasts tightened until blunt fingernails dug themselves into the squishy, warm flesh that surrounded his cock so perfectly, so snugly. his jaw clenched, fine eyebrows furrowed as he chased his release.

so fucking pretty. so small and warm. perfect for him to spray his cum all over your gorgeous self. moan after moan escaped satoru's throat, his hips stuttered.

with a loud groan of your name, thick ropes of cum landed on your chest, your cheeks and your breasts. with each spurt, his heavy cock would twitch and throb, drawing moan after sweet moan from your boyfriend. he looked so pretty like this; eyes shut, head thrown back and strands of his snow white hair sticking to his forehead as he came.

“hah, you look so pretty covered in my cum, you know that?” a smirk graced satoru's features as he got off your torso, leaned in and pulled you into a messy kiss. the taste of his cum lingered on the tip of his tongue, causing him to groan into your mouth. only when he broke the kiss did he give your sweet nipples some attention, rubbing his seed all over the hardened buds. “my sweet girl.”

you gazed up at satoru through half-lidded eyes, face hot and his cum warming your skin. “toru..please..” arching your back off the mattress, your head lolled to the side and into the soft cushion of your pillows. “you said you'd fuck me once you're done..”

satoru clicked his tongue, grabbed your ankles and forced your legs apart where your sticky cunt greeted him with the intoxicating scent of your arousal. a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, cocky and confident. “let me correct myself. you're my sweet, greedy girl.”

dragging his fingers through your sopping folds, satoru spread them apart and licked his lips like a man starved. “let's see how much your pretty pussy can take..”

taglist. @cinnamonmon, @risuola

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

You're his favorite show (2)

Choso is determined to win that one on one with you. Even going as far as to deny his own pleasure.

Divider: @rookthornesartistry

Content: fem!reader, reader is a camgirl, self pleasure (choso, reader), overstim (Choso), denial mentioned (also choso), pretties (readers name for followers) sex toys(vibrator, faux cock), lots of cum, parasocial behavior forming

Wc: 1.2k

Part one, Part Three

His stomach muscles tensed, another load of cum landing on his tummy as he watched you. Keeping one finger on the heart button, spamming them as quickly as he could. He needed to win. He had to. His finger was cramping, screaming from the awkward position he had it in, but he ignored all pain, all discomfort. Choso had told himself, after your announcement, that he was going to ignore his cock. Even if it was hard, leaking, the tip a flushed red. He would ignore it. And he had, his sole focus was pressing that heart over and over again. He would win if he did this, he was sure of it.

“Gonna make a pretty mess for me?” He heard you purr, your form leaning back in the chair as you held a small bullet vibrator to your clit. He felt like you were speaking directly to him and he'd never deny you. A glob of saliva was immediately spit onto his hand, wrapping around his length. Which is how he ended up coming four times, his hand still stroking his soft cock as he watched you. Twitching with sensitivity.

Fuck. He'd never forgive himself if he lost his one chance to talk to you in private because he couldn't resist you.

Even so, he never stopped pressing the heart. And he continued until your back arched, your arousal coating the toy. Funny how he started to harbor hatred and jealousy towards that little thing. He watched your naked chest rise and fall, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. Subconsciously, he licked his lips. “Mmm…”you hummed, thumb searching for the button to turn off the toy. And when you pulled it away, he audibly groaned. Watching as a string of slick still connected you to the head of the vibrator. “I see lots of hearts here, pretties. You're gonna make it difficult to choose a winner.” you giggled, sitting forward a little as you scrolled. He held his breath as he awaited the verdict, his dick lying limp against his stomach. He'd clean himself up later.

“Hmmm, it seems that three of you spent and sent the same amount. Megadaddy00, callmepapa, and princ3charming.” His heart thumped when you addressed him but it clenched too, they'd all sent the same amount?

“Guess I'll have to choose,” you gave a pout to your lips. “Sorry pretties, I didn't expect three people to spend..” you looked at the amount, “$1,000 each.” Had he really spent that much? Choso was paying little attention. It's okay, he'd just take extra shifts. “How about this, give me three days mmkay? I'll announce the winner then.”

He would wait. For eternity if he had to, for you.

The next three days passed painfully slow. Especially since longer hours at work meant less time checking your social media. Your website. Anything for an update. He knew you said three days but, isn't he the obvious choice? He didn't want to wait anymore. So when he got home that day, he quickly made his way into his room. Not even bothering to take note of the ‘late rent’ note on the door. You were doing another show tonight. The answer had to come now.

He shrugged off his clothes, settling into bed, pulling out his laptop. As soon as he joined, so did you, your pretty face appearing on his screen.

“Hello, pretties. Thank you for being so patient. I know how much you wanna know who won.” Millions of messages popped up in the corner but he was too focused on you. He couldn't even bring himself away enough to tell you how pretty you looked again today. “I won't draw it out for much longer, the winner is….princ3charming!” You giggled, resting your elbows (and tits) on the table's surface. Did you just say…he won? All the blood drained from his face. His hands shook. Was this really happening?

“I'll call you privately after today's show to set up a time.”

Choso didn't think his heart could beat any louder than what it was currently doing. Thumping harshly against his chest.

Once more, Choso was left panting and sweaty. A mess of cum sitting on his tummy as his hazy eyes watched you. Even more excited now that he knew he'd get to see you. One on one. Talk to you, watch you. A show only for him. Fuck, the thought alone was enough to make him hard again. His spit covered palm slid up and down his length, leaving a mess clinging to his balls. You came too, your pretty pussy spasming around the faux cock you'd been thrusting in and out of you. A shiny sheen of liquid coated the toy when you slipped it out. You hummed, bringing it to your lips. Licking your own arousal off the toy.

“Fuck…fuck…” He whispered, stroking his dick even though it protested, leaving him to come very little. Choso was surprised his balls weren't completely drained yet.

“Thank you for joining, Pretties. And princ3charming? I'll be contacting you soon.” You gave your signature blow kiss before ending it. Choso was left with his mess, eyes glued to the screen as he waited. He wanted to clean up, but what if he missed your call while he did that? Choso couldn't risk it. So he sat in an uncomfortable mess of cum. A small chime came from his laptop, your small picture popping up in the middle.

Holy shit. He looked around nervously, teeth sinking into his lip as he pressed accept. It was just a voice call but fuck, he felt like he could pass out.

“Hello, princ3charming,” you cooed. And he didn't know how it was possible but his dick gave an excited twitch. “Hi…” God his voice sounded rough, scratchy. “Congratulations on your big win! When would you like to accept your prize?” More than anything, he wanted to say right now. To get to watch you lose yourself again. Making a mess that only he could see. But with one look at his poor, trying its best to harden dick, he thought against it. “Tomorrow…?”

“Tomorrow is perfect, around 8 work for you?” He nodded then mentally slapped himself since he knew you couldn't see him. “Yes…it's fine.”

“Wonderful, I'll see you then pretty.” His face heated and his dick jumped, again. And he could feel that you were going to hang up. “Wait!” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I made a mess…like you wanted.” Please be proud of him. Praise him. He loves you so much. You chuckled, “Did you now? You can show me firsthand tomorrow.” He heard a click before the call disconnected. Fuck. It was starting to get painful now, how badly his erection wanted to rise with need. But he couldn't, his poor cock was overused.

This wouldn't do. He needed to be ready for you. To show you, like you'd asked. Which means he'll have to hold off on touching himself until eight. No morning jerk offs to your video or imagining you riding him until you made a mess of him instead of those lackluster toys.

Tomorrow? He'd truly make you notice him.

Taglist: @adanfore, @matchafroggies724, @sabo-has-my-heart

[tommykinardkink]

This is a first that Buck has been waiting for with a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation. Because that's what happens when you date someone, right? At some point, if things go well, you'll see them naked.

And it's not like Buck's never seen another cock before, okay? He watches porn, he's been in the locker room at the station or whatever.

But this is different. This isn't just some random dick slip at the gym. It’s Tommy.

And Tommy's really big.

They’re lying pressed together on the too-small couch, Buck half on top of Tommy to accommodate the both of them. The movie they’d been watching is playing softly in the background, both of them having forgotten about it when one heated kiss had turned into two, three, his hands slipping up beneath Tommy’s Henley while Tommy’s fingers toyed with the drawstring of his sweats. And then, in a moment of reckless want, Buck had pulled back enough to free Tommy from the confines of his jeans.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Only now, Buck finds that he can't move, throat dry as he stares down at the length of Tommy's cock.

"Evan." He jumps a little when he feels Tommy's fingers thread through his hair, using the gentle grip to force him to meet Tommy's gaze. Tommy's brows are pulled together, lips turned down in a worried frown.

"You know you don't have to do this, right? There’s no rush."

"Yeah, I-I know. I want to." It belatedly occurs to him that maybe Tommy isn't ready for this—he thinks about teeth and suddenly isn't sure he'd want someone with no blowjob experience near his junk either—and he hurriedly begins to back pedal. "Unless you don't want—"

He doesn't get much further than that, Tommy pulling him up further to press a hungry kiss to his parted lips. It's a welcome distraction, and Buck feels his own cock throb in response, his hips thrusting infinitesimally against Tommy's thigh.

But it doesn't get much further than that before Tommy breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against Buck's and breathing heavily.

"There is nothing I want more than to have your hands on me," he says, voice rough.

"Then let me do this for you. Please?"

"Fuck." He watches the way Tommy's throat works before he answers in a shaky voice, "Y-yeah. Okay."

Seeing Tommy look so wrecked when they haven't even started yet bolsters Buck's confidence some as he turns his attention back to Tommy's cock. It's long and so thick. Now probably isn't the best time, but Buck allows himself a moment to study it. The vein running up the length of the shaft, the way the foreskin has pulled back from the sensitive head, his balls hanging full and heavy between his legs...

Buck's mouth waters.

Steeling himself—C'mon, Buck, you rappelled onto a capsized cruise ship from a helicopter in the middle of a hurricane, get it together—he reaches out to take Tommy in hand.

He isn’t sure what he'd been expecting. It's a dick. He's got one of those and he's jerked off plenty. Brow furrowed in concentration, he gave an experimental stroke.

Above him, Tommy hisses. Okay, yeah, that is not encouraging. Buck peeks up at him, only to find Tommy staring at him intensely, his chest already heaving.

Huh.

"You like that?" Buck asks, a teasing grin curving his mouth as he pumps Tommy again, slow and easy.

"Christ, Evan." A muscle in Tommy's jaw jumps and he draws in a deep breath through his nose. "Do that again."

The bite of command in Tommy's voice makes him shiver. He does as he's told despite the awkward angle, his eyes darting between Tommy's expression and the tip of his cock is beaded with precum. Feeling daring, Buck rubs his thumb over the droplet, spreading it out over the sensitive head.

Tommy's hips buck into his hand.

Yeah, this is gonna be fun.

Buck laughs, twisting around to settle himself between Tommy's legs, the shaft only inches away from Buck's mouth. He bites his lip, hesitating, before deciding to just go for it. Holding Tommy's gaze, he leans in to brush a featherlight kiss on the underside of Tommy's cock.

His reaction doesn't disappoint. He curses loudly, hands winding back into Buck's hair and tightening almost to the point of pain. They've only just begun, and already Tommy's control is threatening to fracture.

He's beautiful.

Buck's not feeling brave enough to take Tommy into his mouth, not yet, but it's almost better like this. This way, he gets to watch Tommy's head thrashing against the arm of the couch, see the way his body strains towards the pleasure. Buck jerks Tommy off, rubbing his thumb over the tip of his cock and through the precum accumulating there. With every second, his movements slowly gain confidence as Tommy gets closer to the edge. He categorises the other man's every reaction, filing it all away for the next time they do this.

Jesus, he's already desperate for next time.

"Evan, please, I—"

"What do you need, babe? C'mon, tell me."

But Tommy does something even better. He releases his hold on Buck's hair and reaches down to wrap one hand around Buck's, guiding his movements. Buck's breath catches as Tommy's fingers squeeze his, jerking Tommy's cock harder and rougher and—

"Fuck."

Tommy's body tenses for an endless moment before he breaks. Ropes of cum shoot up Tommy's belly and chest, and a few errant drops land on Buck's face. The sounds he makes as he comes undone, the helpless grunts and shudders that wrack his body are so fucking hot, that Buck has no choice but to get up onto his knees to give himself room to reach for his own cock. Tommy's come slicks the way for Buck's hand as he works the shaft

Tommy stares at him with hazy eyes, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. Christ, he's so gorgeous like this, utterly debauched with his flushed cheeks and come splattered skin.

And Buck's just going to add to it. It's that thought that tips him over the edge. His orgasm rolls through him, taking his breath away as his own come paints Tommy's abdomen. And all the while, Tommy watches him, dark eyes warm and gentle and hungry for something Buck can't quite put a name to.

His knees give out under him, and he falls forward in a boneless heap, narrowly avoiding elbowing Tommy in the ribs. Tommy lets out a little ooof as he bears Buck's weight.

"Wow," Buck says after a brief, breathless silence.

“Yeah.” Tommy runs a shaky hand up and down his back, and Buck arches into the touch like a cat. He feels his eyes drifting shut, a bone deep satisfaction beginning to lull him to sleep.

“… go shower,” Tommy’s saying from somewhere above him. Buck frowns and burrows closer into his body. It’s gonna take a friggin’ crane to get him to move now.

“Evan.” A quiet sigh. “I know you can hear me.”

“Hng.”

The sound of his laugh makes Buck smile against Tommy’s skin. The hand that had been rubbing his back moves back up into his hair. Buck can’t hold back a shiver at the sensation of Tommy’s nails scratching at his scalp.

“C’mon,” he coaxes. “If you get up now, I’ll even wash your hair for you.”

That gets Buck’s attention. He lifts his head to squint at Tommy.

“Promise?”

Tommy’s smile makes his nose scrunch up and his eyes crinkle at the corners. It’s an expression that never fails to give Buck butterflies.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I promise.”

[winniethewife]

Kinktober day 15

Day Fifteen: Against a wall (Marc Spector x reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, She/her, skirt wearing, P!inV! Quickie. Spanking, cussing, clothed sex, Unprotected sex

Minors DNI

Words: 705

“Marc I don’t have time I gotta get to the- Oh gods…” She tried to protest at the simple goodbye kiss that morning had quickly turned into something else. Marc’s mouth on her neck as he slowly pushes her against the wall next to the door of the hotel room. His hand creeping its way up her shirt.

“Come on Babe, please…you’ll be at the conference all day just lemme have you one more time.” Marc mumbles against her skin as he starts to gently nibble on the sensitive skin. With her crazy work schedule and Marc’s life as Moon Knight it seemed like the two of them hardly have any time to see each other. They were just lucky to be in the same city today. She had a hard time denying him, when was the next time they would be together? Only the gods knew.

“Okay, Okay, just a quick one okay?” She groans as his hand cups her breast under the professional blouse, over her bra. The second she concedes he pushes her back against the wall and pulls her thigh up his leg, pushing himself against her, it’s not hard to feel his arousal through his thin boxers, she groans softly as she feels his hot nearly naked body against hers. He hikes up her skirt as he holds her thigh against him, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips, his mouth leaves her neck and he grins devilishly.

“Oh, I can do that. Don’t worry about it.” He chuckles before lifting her off the ground, her back sliding against the wall. She lets out a small yelp at the change in position, quickly wrapping her arms around him and interlocking her ankles behind him to help keep her steady and he held her up by her hips. He looks at her hungrily as he shimmies her skirt up her thighs, digging his nails into her skin eliciting a moan from her lips. He captures her lips in his, her soft velvet lips against his chapped rough ones. Marc uses the wall to support her as he lets go with one hand and pulls down his boxers. His cock is ridged as he slides her underwear aside and glides the tip of his length through her wet folds a few times drawing several small whines from her lips as he teases her.

“Marc…Come on… please darling.” She groans as she is both wary of the time and in a hurry to have him inside her. He chuckles at her pleas.

“Let me have a little fun baby…” he says with a mischievous tone of voice. He starts to slowly enter her, keeping the slow teasing speed as he teased her entrance with just the head of his cock. She groans in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. She needs him right now. He smiles wickedly as he looks into her eyes seeing them full of lust and want.

“I really fucking hate you right now.” She growls at him as he keeps teasing her.

“Now, Now. Hate is a pretty strong word”

“Would you just fuck me already?”

“Someone is a little feisty.” He chuckled, after a little more teasing he finally gave into her wants and bottoms out inside her. They both groan as he fills her full of his hard length. His hand slaps her thigh hard and she cried out at the feeling as he begins to move. Setting a quick and hard rhythm as he pushes her into the wall pounding into her furiously.

“Fuck, Marc…Mngh. Gods.” She babbles as he fucks her senseless. She digs her nails into his back as she clings to him.

“It’s okay I’ve got you baby. I’ve got you.” He says as he holds her tighter by the ass, pulling himself into her over and over as he chases his release. Her eyes roll in to the back of her head as she feels him ram into her. She feels her climax start to approach.

“Marc I’m gonna…Oh gods yes.” she moans out as she not only feels the waves of her own pleasure matched with his.

“I should really fuck you against the wall more often…” Marc chuckles slightly

~

Kinktober Masterlist

taglist: @steven-grants-world

[indigoflorals]

8 with rafe?

flash - r.c (18+)

rafe cameron x reader

Sum: Valentines Day Prompt 8 (Sex Tapes)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, filming sex, hair pulling, spanking

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“And you’re sure you’re comfortable with this?”

Your boyfriend paced slightly before you, as you lied naked on his bed.

“Yes Rafe,” You giggled softly, “I think over there would be best.” You pointed lazily to a bookcase in the corner, your breasts swaying at the movement.

He hummed in response, picking up his phone and placing it in a small nook in the bookcase. The camera was pointed at you, and you gave a small wave.

“It’s not on yet,” he fidgeted with the placement of the phone. “Are you really sure?”

You could tell how hesitant Rafe had been about the whole thing. He had brought it up to you in passing, how sexy you always look when he’s taking you. How much he’d love to have a physical keepsake of your noises and faces.

He had never expected you to be so eager about the idea. He was excited, sure, but he couldn’t believe you had really wanted it.

You stood from your place among his plush bedding, padding over to him. “Yes, baby. I wanna see you just as much as you wanna see me.”

Rafe’s face was red at your words. His eyes were trained on your breasts, flicking back and forth between them and your eyes whenever you noticed his staring. He felt like a teenage boy, seeing everything for the first time.

Walking behind him, you wiggled your hips ever so slightly to draw his attention to your plump ass. He turned to follow you with his eyes as you bent to turn the video on.

“Hello!” You mused, a sweet smile on your face despite every part of you exposed to the camera. He could feel himself straining against his boxers at your cuteness.

You turned to him, tracing a hand down his bare chest, eyeing the tent in his underwear.

“You’re so beautiful.” His hand cupped your face, pulling your attention to him when your eyes wandered to the camera. “Eyes on me tonight baby. Wanna put on the best show, don’t you?”

You nodded with eagerly, whining as a strong hand came to cup the heat between your legs.

Rafe’s fingers spread your pussy apart as the hand on your chin slid the back of your head, pulling you into a forceful kiss.

You cried out at the sensation of his fingers sliding into you, muffled by his lips on yours. His tongue explored your mouth, and he groaned at how easily your pussy enveloped his fingers. Roughly, he fucked you on his hand as his free arm slid behind your waist to stabilize you.

You legs threatened to buckle before he slid his fingers out of you. Pulling away you whined at the loss of sensation.

“I only want you cumming on my cock tonight baby, I’m sorry.” A hard slap came against your ass as your boyfriend spun you around, pushing you to leave you bent over his bed. “Mm, I want a better shot of this.”

You pussy was exposed to the cool air now as you lied in waiting. You heard the rustling of him grabbing the camera, and a wide smirk was spread across his face.

Rafe knelt behind you, pointing the camera at your soaked cunt. “Look how wet she is for me.” A finger prodded at your hole and you whined.

He licked a stripe from your pussy to your ass before planting a strong slap against your clit. Yo buried your face into the blankets to muffle your voice.

“Oh no, I want to hear you.” He stood behind you, pulling himself free from his boxers and slapping his cock against your waiting pussy. “Or I will give you nothing.”

You wailed at his words, “Please Rafe, I need you now.”

He only grunted in response, sliding into your wet heat in one hard thrust.

Tears sprung to your eyes at the stretch. “So big.”

The hand not holding the camera came to fist at the flesh of your ass, pushing you forward so that only the tip was inside.

“Yeah and you’re gonna fucking take all of it.” He bounced you back so that it was all the way inside of you, and you could feel a warmth burning in your belly.

“More.” You whined.

At your word he began to fuck you mercilessly, unable to hold himself back anymore.

A hand yanked at your hair, turning your head to the side to face the camera. Tears pooled out of you eyes as your orgasm washed over you.

“I can’t wait for you to see how sexy you look.”

[nucleo-bang-tan]

Jungkook smut...cuz he is jealous....college au.....plz?

MINE | JJK Oneshot

Pairing/s: Senior!Jungkook X Sophomore!Reader

Genre: College AU, established relationship, smut, fluff

Warning/s: creampie, unprotected sex (don't even think about it), degradation, proud jk, jealousy (obviously), possessiveness, mentions of JK having sex with someone else, Hobi almost catching them half naked, please comment if there's something I left out.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: I know it took me more than a year to respond to this I'm sorry ;-; also not proof read.

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The two of you had met when Jungkook was a junior at Seoul National University. He was all over the place when you two first met. He had a reputation for sleeping around. He liked to enjoy his life, as he put it.

His roommate and fellow junior, Jung Hoseok who was coincidentally also your best friend, tried all he could to keep you away from Jungkook.

Now, Jungkook wasn't deterred in the slightest when you slapped him for touching your ass once while trying to talk to you.

Nor was he deterred when you gave him a long list of reasons why you and him couldn't fuck.

But he was taken aback when he realised he couldn't get an erection without thinking about you. Not even when he had the new blonde transfer student naked in front of him.

He was in deep trouble and was depressed. And Hoseok inviting you over to the dorm wasn't helping. Your laughs were stuck in his head.

It wasn't until one day, you decided to talk to him while at a party.

"Hey, is this seat taken?" You referred to the empty seat on the couch beside him.

He was annoyed. How could you talk so nonchalantly, as if you weren't the reason behind his huge popularity decline?

"Aren't you a freshman? I thought you were allowed at parties?" He replied

You took the seat beside him without his permission, "Hobi knows a lot of people, he got me in."

"Right, Hobi." He shuffled uncomfortably. You weren't wearing anything too flashy or showy. It was just your scent, your voice, that overwhelmed him.

The way you looked confident yet scared of people at the party did things to him. He didn't want to admit it, but he had actually developed feelings for you.

"Um, if you don't mind, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Sure, why not." He sighed.

You took out an almost crumpled piece of paper from your bag and held the inked part to him.

His face could be compared to the paper in question the way it became devoid of colour.

"Where did you find this!?" He exclaimed snatching it out of your hand.

"Hobi saw it lying on the dorm floor a few days ago and deduced that you drew it." You smiled ever so softly.

Jungkook was petrified and embarrassed. Were you laughing internally for his child-like crush over you?

"If you are gonna draw me, you need to show it to me too." You laughed, "It's a really great drawing, I love art too."

Jungkook could feel his shoulders relax as you crinkled your eyes in laughter. Maybe dating and committing wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Back to the present, it had been more than a year since you two started dating. And Jungkook realised loving you was the best decision he ever made. Saying he loved you, would be an understatement and he tried to tell you that everytime he could.

You had changed him. His grades had gotten better, his friends liked him better and well best of all, he had you.

Ofcourse, Jungkook was never a jealous guy, atleast that's what he told himself.

But looking at you laughing with someone that isn't him, didn't really sit right in his head.

Jung Hoseok, your childhood best friend, the person who had grown up with you. Where there was Hoseok, there was you.

Jungkook knew you didn't see him that way. But being one of the only people that knew about the fact that Hoseok had a thing for you a few years ago, made him even more frustrated.

You never did anything that hurt Jungkook, you never even knew that Hoseok liked you. If you did you would probably refrain from the hugs and even conversations with him.

But you didn't know, that's why, when the three of you were assigned a biology project together, you were estatic.

The three of you sat on the floor of Jungkook and Hoseok's shared dorm discussing about the merits of human reproduction.

You cheerfully drew a diagram of a penis while humming to your favourite song.

"You do know, that is not how you draw the carvernosa muscles?" Hoseok asked.

"Hobi, I did research on this, I think I know what I'm doing."

"I mean, I could show you a real life model." He smirked.

"Where would you find a- Hobi! Are you serious?" You exclaimed and smacked his arm.

Jungkook wasn't having it, he rolled his eyes and focused on his work. But he tried his best to not stab your dear friend with the pencil he held in his hand.

Hoseok excused himself to go to the lounge for a quick smoke.

"I bet you wanted him to show you his penis real time." Jungkook scoffed.

"What are you talking about?" You asked.

"You should've put him in his place, Y/N."

"Jungkook, it was just a joke, you know he didn't mean it."

He let out a chuckle, "Look at you being a whore." He looked at you with dark eyes which you failed to notice.

"Hobi is harmless, he doesn't like me in that way!"

"Bet you want another dick to ride, mine isn't enough for you?" He held your chin and brought you closer to his face.

"Hobi isn't-"

"Fuck him." He cut your words off followed by closing the distance between your lips.

You hadn't seen him like this before. So full of rage and passion to prove his worth, not that he needed to do that.

But something in the way he growled when he pulled you closer onto his lap had you leaking onto his jeans.

"We can't fuck right now, baby." You panted out.

"Don't you want your precious Hobi to know who you belong to?" Kissing you again, he traced his hands up your thighs, hiking your skirt up with it.

He grabbed a handful of your ass that had you moaning straight into his mouth and intertwining your hands into his obsidian locks.

"Want you... So bad-" You let out while grinding on his semi-erect clothed dick.

"Yeah want to be fucked dumb by your boyfriend?"

You nodded desperately.

He signalled you to get onto the bed. In your dick-hazed state, you didn't realise it wasn't Jungkook's bed.

This had him smirking more. He was going to fuck you on your dearest friend's bed. His ego probably shattered the roof with how high it got.

"Skirt off" He commanded and you proceeded to pull yourself out of anything that kept you from having him inside you.

"Please, I need you inside me." You moaned out as he slipped a finger inside your sopping cunt.

You sighed and closed your eyes, he knew how desperate you could get for his cock.

The sound of his belt unbuckling was followed by him dropping his pants just enough to fuck you.

His length sprang out glistening with pre-cum. It had your mouth watering but you needed him somewhere else.

"I hate you so much." You pouted as he lined himself up against your pussy.

"Yeah? Then how are you so fucking wet for me?"

His bulbous mushroom tip teased your slit before slowly pushing itself into your welcoming and wet orfice.

He had to catch himself from falling onto you due to the pleasure.

"Shit- should've loosened you up first." He said trying to help you take him in by rubbing your nub.

"Jungkook-" You cried out, tears already forming as the stretch was slightly unbearable.

"It's okay baby, you'll take me like the good girl you are, yeah?"

You nod. He pushed himself further into you with one sharp thrust. It had you screaming with both pleasure and pain.

"Shit, shit, shit, baby, are you okay? Should I stop?" He cupped your cheek pressing his lips wherever he could onto your face and neck.

"No, please, keep going." Hearing this, he pulled out till just his tip was inside you and thrusted back testing the waters.

Looking straight into your eyes, he picked up his pace.

"Look at you, Y/N, looking like a sin." He chuckled darkly. "I'll make sure you wouldn't want any other dick, except mine."

"Please, I only want you..."

"Imagine your best friend's face when he realises I am fucking the living shit out of you on his own bed." He smirks egoistically, "He wouldn't be able to sleep for days."

The thrill of it had you clenching his dick making him falter his pace for a quick second before picking it up again.

The mix of both of your arousals pooled around his cock as it disappeared into you.

He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled them up. This new angle had both of you moaning. The students from the neighbouring dorms probably heard you.

Sex-life with your boyfriend was really good, he fucked you almost everyday and left you satisfied.

But his pace today was animalistic. His eyes were blown out and bangs stuck to his forehead due to the sweat.

"Gonna fuck you so good, gonna make sure Hoseok knows you walk around with my cum inside you." He groaned.

The bed, Hoseok's bed, was knocking it's headboard onto the wall making relatively noticable sound.

"Say it." He asserted, "Say that you're mine and mine only."

"Fuck, I'm yours Jungkook!"

"Yeah baby, you're mine. Gonna- fuck- marry you one day."

His pace had your back arching and his words helped you reach your climax.

"Shit, come on, baby." He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, thrusts indicating that he's about to come as well.

You let out a load moan as you came coating his dick with arousal. Not even a few seconds later, came as well.

He slowly thrusted his cum into you as his cock softened.

Pulling out, he realised he came much more than he imagined and it leaked out of your pussy onto the sheets.

He smiled proudly. You looked at him in disbelief. Was this the same man a few seconds ago?

A knocked startled you both.

"Can I come in?" A very doubtful Hoseok asked from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, come in." Jungkook answered.

"Jungkook!" You covered your bottom half by pulling your shirt down.

Your best friend was disgusted to say the least. You realised that the walls were pretty thin and he could've heard you.

"Ugh! Did you guys have to do it on my bed?" Are you serious right now?"

"Hobi, I'm sorry, we're kind of naked, would you mind just shoo-ing away for a bit?" You said in a desperate tone.

"You know what? Keep the bed, I'll sleep on Jungkook's one from now on." Hobi turned to leave.

"But we've had sex on my bed too." Jungkook added.

"Just keep the whole room." Hoseok slammed the door shut.

Jungkook simply laughed.

[hvnlydemon]

No thoughts just giving Erwin a tit job 😵‍💫

"it's just..i think my breasts are..too small to give you a..boob-job.."

one sentence was enough for erwin to strip you naked, straddle your ribcage and prove you how utterly wrong you were. all this time, he was left wondering why you were so hesitant about letting him fuck your tits. to think it was because you doubted your breasts could please him? it sounded ridiculous to him.

did erwin not suckle, kiss and bite them enough whenever his cock was buried so snugly in your cunt? did he not grope them enough? did he not get hard often enough whenever your shirt would hug those perfect little tits of yours?

blasphemous.

"fuck, your tits are so pretty, baby. yeah, so fucking pretty." erwin groaned as his palms squeezed your breasts together, his heavy cock right in-between them.

droplets of sweat trickled own erwins temple, watercolor eyes fixed on the way your tits couldn't even fully encase his girth - almost like that sweet pussy of yours. groans and grunts fell from his soft lips like honeyed prayers that were meant for your ears only as he fucks your soft, perky breasts, nipples so hard and begging so sweetly for his attention. slick with his saliva, they shimmered in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

it was almost embarrassing, the way erwin's heavy balls smacked against the underside of your boobs, the angry red tip leaking with pearly white pre-cum that stained the skin of your chest, collarbone and those sweet lips of yours. heat rose to your cheeks. your own gaze zeroed in on the way satoru's cock twitched and throbbed squished between your breasts.

"it looks painful, let me just-" you spoke up, concern laced in your voice as you stared at the redness of your boyfriend's cock.

erwin swiftly cut you off, a reddish hue dusting his cheeks. "shh, just let me enjoy this." skilled fingers flicked against your hardened nipples before pulling on the sensitive buds until he coaxed a moan, a whine out of you. "been dreaming about fucking your tits for so long. you've got no idea, baby."

the pre-cum lubing his length up made each thrust so much more enjoyable, so much more slippery. coming to a brief halt, erwin took the moment to grope and massage your little tits just to watch you squirm. he knew how much you loved it when he played with them, sucked and bit them until you got all nice and wet for him to take.

"no idea why you're so insecure about them. they're perfect for me. just look at how hard you're making me." erwin chuckled breathlessly, gave your tit a smack before he used them to massage his aching cock. a tingle tightened his balls. "fuck, gonna cum all over those gorgeous tits before i stuff your cunt full, baby."

each thrust was more urgent than the previous one. satoru's grip on your perky breasts tightened until blunt fingernails dug themselves into the squishy, warm flesh that surrounded his cock so perfectly, so snugly. his jaw clenched, fine eyebrows furrowed as he chased his release.

so fucking pretty. so small and warm. perfect for him to spray his cum all over your gorgeous self. moan after moan escaped erwin's throat, his hips stuttered.

with a loud groan of your name, thick ropes of cum landed on your chest, your cheeks and your breasts. with each spurt, his heavy cock would twitch and throb, drawing moan after sweet moan from your boyfriend. he looked so pretty like this; eyes shut, head thrown back and strands of his blonde hair sticking to his forehead as he came.

"you look so pretty covered in my cum, you know that?" a smirk graced erwins features as he got off your torso, leaned in and pulled you into a messy kiss. the taste of his cum lingered on the tip of his tongue, causing him to groan into your mouth. only when he broke the kiss did he give your sweet nipples some attention, rubbing his seed all over the hardened buds. "my sweet girl."

you gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes, face hot and his cum warming your skin. "erwin..please.." arching your back off the mattress, your head lolled to the side and into the soft cushion

you gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes, face hot and his cum warming your skin. "please.." arching your back off the mattress, your head lolled to the side and into the soft cushion of your pillows. "you said you'd fuck me once you're done.."

erwin clicked his tongue, grabbed your ankles and forced your legs apart where your sticky cunt greeted him with the intoxicating scent of your arousal. a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, cocky and confident. "let me correct myself. you're my sweet, greedy girl."

dragging his fingers through your sopping folds, satoru spread them apart and licked his lips like a man starved. "let's see how much your pretty pussy can take.."

[thebestofoneshots]

A LITTLE BIT OF PAINT | TEASER

Piring: R.L. x S.B. x reader Prompt: Sirius and you are art students and you’ve gotten an assignment, a nude painting, but you can’t paint each other. Trying to convict Remus to model for you was hard enough, but painting him, while he looks so damn stunning, might prove a harder endeavour to accomplish. Warnings: the complete story will contain smut (this has some mild teasing and a few nud�� scenes)

“So?” Sirius asked as he leaned onto Remus, “would you do it?” 

“Pretty please?” you asked with a small pout and a few blinks. 

Remus sighed, “Why don’t you just paint each other?” 

Both you and Sirius had been trying to convince Remus to be your nude model for an assignment for the last 20 minutes. He was your best friend, and both you and Sirius had always wanted to use him as a model, but had never been too keen to do it, not even clothed. But you needed him now. 

“We can’t do someone we’ve fucked,” Sirius said with a sigh, “We’d already done it otherwise.” 

“Just use each other and draw a face from a magazine,” Remus offered. 

“It won’t work either,” you responded now, “We’ve both been models for the class, they know our bodies. We wouldn’t be asking you if we didn’t need you, please Moony!” Remus looked to the side, licking his lips before biting on the bottom one and sighing, however could he say no to the two of you.

“Okay,” he whispered.

(...)

You took your hoodie off and then, but it wasn’t until you took a hold of your shirt and flipped it over your head that Remus realised what was going on. Your hands were behind your bra when he averted his gaze to the side completely blushed. “Sirius, If you’re painting her, can I leave?” 

“Of course not,” Sirius said simply, “I’m painting the both of you.” 

“You what?” 

“Eros and Psyche, remember?” 

“But you said you couldn’t paint people you’ve fucked,” he retorted in a rather accusing manner. 

“Yeah, that’s why I’ll switch her hair colour and you’ll cover her face.” 

“You never said I’d have to pose with your naked girlfriend!” 

“It’s okay Rem, I don’t mind, I’ve been a nude model for the class a couple of times.” 

Remus, as he would naturally turn to look at you when you spoke, but quickly turned his head to the side when he realised you were now completely naked. 

But I do! He thought as he tried to think of anything other than the curve of your breasts. Naked grandma, naked grandma.

You eyed Sirius, “Maybe we can–“ you started, biting your lip. 

“Nonsense. We’re all adults, go on.” 

You gave Sirius a stern look and he gave you back an equally determined one, nodding towards Remus, a clear indication for you to walk his way. 

You took a deep breath but did what he wanted anyway. Walking towards Remus and gently placing a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, If you really don’t want to do this-“

Remus’ head snapped your way, he focused his eyes on yours as best as he could, “No, I– I just– I wasn’t mentally prepared.” 

You smiled and tilted your head. You could see the self-restraint he was using not to look at your chest, Sirius was really trying not to cackle behind you as he sharpened his pencils, “You can look,” you said, “you’re gonna see them anyway Rem.” He gave you a frustrated frown. You smiled teasingly in return. 

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked. He was about ready to just stare for half a second and then move on with his life but he couldn’t quite look away. Not when he saw them perk up for him, his warm breath so close to you causing such a reaction. 

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Sirius said with a smile from behind the easel. The kind of confident smile of one who knew he could touch them whenever he wanted. 

Remus cleared his throat and looked at Sirius. “Go on with your painting, yeah?” 

“You haven’t even posed,” he retorted with a smile. You turned your head over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend, “where do you want me?”

Remus tried not to think of those words, and not to memorise them either. He didn’t want to have dreams about it.

(...)

“Not really,” you said honestly, leaning your head on his shoulder a little more, that was something you had done often, with clothes, though. “I’ve never modelled with anyone other than Sirius. I only said I would because it would be you.” 

“You what?” Remus asked, you accommodated and your lips accidentally brushed against his neck, he felt the blush spreading, he was losing control. He couldn’t keep thinking of a naked grandma when he had you pressed against him, whispering on his neck, your warm breath against his skin igniting him like a match against dry leaves. 

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[handmade-witch]

Be Mine - Happy Valentine's Day 💝

Pairing: Draco Malfoy × Reader

[[AN: I couldn't think of a song to go with this one so if you have an idea drop it in the comments~~ idk i feel like this one is a little different than the other ones ive done for thise series so let me know what you think! warning (?): end is suggestive 😏 — enjoy!! 💓]]

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"So Draco? How did you ask [Y/N] to be your Valentine?"

Draco tilted his head at Pansy's question. "What do you mean how did I ask them?"

Pansy's eyebrows drew together and she jutted he head forward. "You didn't ask them?"

"I made reservations to take them to their favorite resturant. But no, I didn't ask them explicitly." He tapped his wand impatiently against the table.

"Draco!"

"What!?"

"Just because you're dating them, doesn't mean you don't have to ask them!" She rolls her eyes at him.

"You're kidding," his gaze flicks to Blaise seated next to him, "She's kidding, right?"

Blaise just shakes his head at the blonde.

Draco rakes his hand over his face, letting out a loud sigh. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" He demands.

"Well– lucky for you– you have two amazing best friends who are gonna help you plan the perfect way to ask them." Pansy grins, clearly pleased with herself.

"Hold on– I did not agree to help with anything." Blaise argues.

"Too bad. You have no choice." She stands swiftly. "C'mon boys we don't have all day." She snaps.

•••

You hadn't seen Draco all afternoon, which was a little out of the ordinary. What could you say? Your boyfriend was on the clingy side. Not that you minded. No, not at all. It just made it strange that you hadn't seen him.

"You guys haven't seen Draco have you?" You ask Mattheo, Theodore, and Lorenzo when you pass them in the common room. They shrug, indicating they hadn't seen him either. You decided to head up to your room.

Just as you turned the knob you heard a shout from the other side of the door. "No! Don't come in!"

You stop, the handle still held in your hand. "Why not?"

You heard shuffling in the room. "I'm naked!" Pansy yells back.

Your eyebrows draw together in a confused expression. "Pansy I've seen you naked before. We are literally roomates." You deadpanned.

"Umm.. Blaise is naked!"

This caused your eyebrows to raise in surprise. "Why is Blaise naked in our room?"

On the other side of the door, Blaise gave Pansy a glare that silently said, 'Yeah why am I naked in your room?'

"Just- come back in an hour."

"Okayyy.." You turned away to head back towards the common room. She's going to have some explaining to do later, you thought to yourself.

You slump into a chair in the common room, falling into casual conversation and banter with the three friends present.

•••

An hour later, Blaise and Pansy descend the stairs. Mattheo wolf whistles at them as they approach. Blaise looks like he wants to shrink into nothingness.

"It is not what it sounds like." He grumbles, crossing his arms.

"Oh I think it's exactly what it sounds like." Mattheo teases.

Pansy goes to grab your arm, dragging you up out of your chair and towards the stairs.

"You and Blaise?" You ask, smirking at her as she drags you along.

She rolls her eyes, "No I just needed an excuse for you to stay out of the room."

"Why did I need to stay out of the room?"

"You're about to see." She stops in front of the door to your room.

You push open the door. Inside the room, candles and heart shaped baloons float in the air. Rose petals are scattered around the floor. Draco is standing in the middle of it all, wearing a black button up shirt and slacks, which contast nicely with his pale skin and hair. He looks devilishly handsome. He smirks at you as you step towards him.

"Hi" the hint of suprise is evident in the tone of your voice. "What's all this?"

Draco takes your hands in his, pulling you close against him. "[Y/N] will you be my Valentine?"

"Draco, of course." You laugh softly, "You didn't have to do all this for me." You rest one of your hands on his chest and the other wraps around the back of neck. "You know I'll always be yours." You hum titlting your head so your lips were barely touching his.

Draco recoils from you slightly, his jaw dropping. "Pansy told me I had to ask you!" He exclaims. He sticks his lip out in a dramatic pout.

"Hey, I'm not complaining," you laugh softly. Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck. "It's very romantic." You hum. Draco lets out a soft sigh, followed by a soft smile. He presses his lips against yours.

"I love you." He breathes against your lips.

"I love you too." You whisper back.

A knock at the door startles the two of you, causing you to jump slightly away from eachother.

"Are you guys done? I need to come in and get my sweater."

"Go away! Draco's naked!" You shout back. A smirk plays on your face and your fingers play with the buttons of his dress shirt.

Draco smirks as well, grabbing your waist you pull you close. "Come back in an hour." He calls. He dips his head to kiss you again, this time with more hunger.

"Better make it two!" You shout.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Through Every Forest

Chapter IV: Don’t Break

Relationship: Alpha!Curtis Everett x Omega!fem reader

Words: 5.3k

Summary: Curtis might have found a new way for you to make him money.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! explicit language, explicit sexual content (flogging with a belt, fisting, f receiving oral sex, almost non-con penetration, exhibitionism), Omegaverse, dark to soft!dark Alpha Curtis, protectiveness, possessiveness, violence, mentions of minor medical procedures, character death, Alpha fight, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: It’s here!! Only took me forever but they’re back and maybe feeling things?

You whined when you opened your eyes as the sun filtered through the window in your room, sweating and shivering now that the fever from your heat had broken. Curtis woke too when he felt you rouse, his chest rumbling pleasantly under your cheek when you curled closer to him and pulled the blankets tighter around the both of you.

He had barely left your rooms since he brought you back from your last hunt, bathing with you and sleeping with you and letting you press your naked body close to his while he made you come over and over with his fingers. His men were unhappy with the situation, growing restless and grumbling every time they brought him some problem and he made them come into the room so you didn’t have to leave his lap while he fixed whatever issue there was. But he didn’t care, admonishing them that you were their money maker, and if he had to spoil you some so be it.

“Time to wake up.” He chuckled when you just growled at him, scenting your hair and kissing your temple while you tried to burrow further under the blankets. “C’mon girl, I have a fucking meeting I have to go to.”

“You mean you’re going to see one of those sluts.” You looked pissed when you let him crawl out from under you. The only times he had left you at all during your heat were when he had to get his knot taken care of. It didn’t matter how many times you offered to let him use your hands or your mouth, he just muttered some stupid shit about how selling you when you smelled like prime Alpha cum would be a disaster and went off to shove his cock inside some weak little bitch. He did enjoy when he came back from getting his dick wet, though, when you would scent him obsessively and snarl like a little hellcat while you hissed about him wasting his time with slits who weren’t even worth bonding.

“No, I have a fucking meeting.” Curtis gripped your chin and grunted when you just rolled your eyes, popping you once on the cheek in admonishment before pulling you out of bed and making you sit at the table to eat your breakfast. “Don’t be a fucking bitch about me lining up new assholes for you to try to rip apart.”

You just huffed, taking a grudging bite of your oatmeal and glaring at him sullenly. His grin got even wider when the door opened and you hissed at Bryce coming into your rooms, giving you a kiss on the top of your head when kept grumbling and snarling at the Alpha.

“They’re here.” Bryce was frowning at you and at Curtis, unable to fathom why the boss was so fond of you and seemed to be catering to your every whim. “You should probably get dressed.”

“Yeah, alright.” Curtis rolled his eyes when you let out another huff, not missing the way your eyes followed him as he pulled on clothes until he looked presentable. “You be good. Eat all your food and stretch then maybe after our walk I’ll pet you while you sit in my lap, would you like that?”

“Hmph.” He chuckled when you nodded grudgingly, patting your head before drawing up to his full height and following Bryce out the door. “If you come back smelling like one of those sniveling whores, I’m gonna throw a fit.”

Curtis gave a warning growl when the man looked like he was going to harp on the same issues he always did when it came to you, nodding when Bryce just shrugged and handed him the file he was holding.

The whale was waiting in Curtis’s office for them, shaking Curtis’s hand harder than necessary and giving him a look like he was sizing him up for a fight. He was used to it, unfamiliar Gamma Alpha’s always got like this the first time they were around Curtis. It was stupid, really, like he couldn’t just rip their spines out without even breaking a sweat.

“So, Clyde.” What a fucking stupid name. “You want to do a group hunt?”

“We do. We’re um… well.” Jesus, stammering? You were going to eat this asshole alive. “We’re looking for an Omega that can handle multiple bonds.”

“And why is that something you’re interested in?” Curtis was bored of this guy, of course one of Bryce’s frat boy buddies was an absolute tool. “Most Alpha’s don’t like parading around an Omega that’s visibly taken the damage of multiple bondings.”

“Oh, it won’t be going out in public.” The idiot was starting to look relaxed as he prattled on. “It’ll be the executive team’s stress relief, but we very much enjoy being able to feel it through the bond when another one of us is using it. We’ve got the perfect, progressive Omega and Beta partners at home, and it gets tiring. We need something that can take all of our stress and pent up frustration on. We had one before, but it broke pretty easily.”

The dumbass seemed to not recognize the look of restrained fury that was on Curtis’s face. They wanted to tie you up in a basement and use you like a fucking sex toy. They would abuse you every day and laugh about feeling your torment through the bond while they went out for drinks after work. He had called you an ‘it’ the entire time, like you were just a set of holes to be used up until you were a broken shell of yourself.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can provide what you’re looking for.” It was taking everything in Curtis’s power not to reach across the desk and strangle Clyde. “We provide mates to be taken during a hunt, or we offer stress relieving retreats for our Omegas to be used. We don’t just sell them off.”

“Oh, we want to hunt it first, for sure.” He was still smiling, and Curtis hated it. “And I know it’s out of the ordinary, but we’re willing to offer an exceptional payment to see this through.”

“I don’t think you understand me.” Curtis cracked his neck to try to relieve some of the tension that was building up in his system. “The answer is no.”

“Just, look at our offer.” This moron was clearly used to getting whatever he wanted, sliding a piece of paper across the desk to Curtis with that same smarmy look on his face. “Here.”

“I’m not…” Curtis clenched his jaw when he got a look at the number. It was more than he would typically pull in over a quarter, much less one hunt. He would have to be the world’s biggest idiot to turn this down.

The inner turmoil was making him frustrated. More than anything, he wanted to throw this douche through the window. But saying no to the money was stupid, so stupid. And it’s not like they would actually get you, they would just get the chance to try. You would tear them all apart, group hunt or no, you were savage. So he should take the money, right?

“Fine.” Curtis said it through gritted teeth, not taking Clyde’s hand when he offered it and just grunting at him instead. “We’ll set up a time for you to view her before Friday.”

“Fantastic.” He really hoped you killed this guy. “Oh, we have some requests about the viewing…”

Curtis was fuming by the time he stormed back to your chambers, practically slamming the door off its hinges when he opened it while you gave him a curious look. He didn’t give you the chance to ask any questions before he was drawing you into his arms and scenting your hair, his low growl letting you know that whatever was going on, he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Promise me you’ll do your best to kill those fuckers on Friday, filly.”

It was two days later when he brought you to the viewing area on your leash. He had been in an especially sour mood ever since his meeting, growling each time you tried to ask him what was wrong and taking his frustration out on your body instead. Curtis looked especially irritated now, tugging on your leash even though you weren’t lagging and glaring when you came to stand in front of him.

“You’re my tough girl, right?” Curtis cupped your jaw almost gently as he scowled at you. “My strong girl.”

“Yes.” The look you gave him was full of concern, your hands twitching as you fought the urge to run your hands over his chest and comfort him.

“They want to see how tough you are, filly.” Curtis’s hand slid down to run along your collar, his face ducking close to yours as he nodded towards what looked like a stake in the ground. “They want to know how much you can take.”

You just swallowed as you gazed at him, letting him drag you towards the stake as you glanced around at all the cameras. There was a chain hanging from the top, and Curtis fastened some cuffs to your wrists then to the chain so your shoulders were screaming from being stretched above your head. He gave you a look that was almost pained, but that couldn’t be right. Curtis gripped your chin and lifted your head so he could turn your face and show you to each of the individual cameras. Then he gave you one more look, waiting for you to nod before he backhanded you across the face as hard as he could.

Blood was filling your mouth when he did it again, and you spat it out on the ground before giving him a look of defiance. The corners of his lips twitched when you snarled at him, a low growl vibrating his chest when he gripped the front of your shift and shredded it. He took a moment to make sure the cameras could see your body, cupping your breasts and tugging on your nipples before forcing you to turn around and lean against the stake.

It was impossible to see what he was doing with the position you were in. All you could tell was that he was moving behind you and grabbing something. Then the belt landed against your thighs. You didn’t scream, you would never let anyone see you that weak, but you drew in a harsh breath as hot pain bloomed across your skin.

He wasn’t hitting you hard enough to draw blood, but you knew you were going to have bruises. You were biting your lip so hard you could feel blood running down your chin as you struggled not to cry out. It was impossible to tell how long he was beating you for, at some point all you could focus on was the deep, stinging pain that was spreading all over your thighs and ass and back. But you knew it had been a while, you were drenched with sweat by the time Curtis turned you around, and so was he.

Curtis’s expression was full of pride when he saw your face, the lack of tears making his heart swell even as he brought the belt down across your stomach and breasts. You only barely flinched each time the belt cracked against your skin, your eyes fixed on Curtis’s and his on yours. He looked feral, a savage light behind his eyes while he licked his lips and growled at the welts he was raising on your skin.

“How wet are you, filly?” Curtis dropped the belt and stepped close, gripping your hair painfully and yanking your head back as he towered over you. “Hmm? I can fucking smell you.”

“Fuck you.” You spat blood all over his shirt and smiled at him, gasping when he shoved his hand between your legs and smacked your messy pussy. “Does it make you hard to beat up defenseless Omegas?”

“You know it does, filly.” He had to fight the urge to kiss your forehead when he shoved two fingers inside you, chuckling when you immediately started fluttering around him. “And it makes you wet to get beat up, so shut the fuck up and take it.”

Your retort was cut off when he wrapped his other hand around your throat and squeezed, his fingers working you open viciously while his thumb pressed against your throbbing carotid. He started stroking that spot inside you like it was his job, sliding a third finger inside you when your juices started to leak down his wrist. The cameras were almost completely forgotten, it was just the two of you as he stretched open your hole obscenely and tried not to rest his forehead against yours.

When he shoved the fourth finger inside you you almost choked on your tongue, your toes curling in the dirt while your eyes rolled back in your head. He was being so rough. It used to make you feel sick that you enjoyed this sort of thing so much, but now you just embraced it, embraced him and the things he made you feel. The fourth finger stretched you to the point of pain, but it was pain you enjoyed. You didn’t even care anymore about the fact that you should hate him and everything he did to you. All you cared about was being good for him.

“That’s a good bitch.” Curtis huffed into your hair before stepping back as he dragged you up the stake by your neck, pushing his entire hand inside your abused pussy and grunting when you whined with pleasure. “You take all of this shit, your fucking love it. Show all your fans what a filthy little slut you are.”

Your entire body was shaking as he pumped his fist in and out of you, your toes barely scraping against the ground as he pinned you to the wood by your throat. This shouldn’t feel good, it shouldn’t make your cunt drool all over anything or make your eyes roll in your head. But it did. Curtis groaned when he shoved his hand so far inside you your lower tummy started to bulge, screwing his eyes closed when your body arched and you let out a thin wail. It didn’t take long at all before he started to feel your cunt clenching around his fist, your legs kicking wildly when he yanked his hand out of you so your release squirted out of you like a flood.

“Holy shit.” Curtis undid the cuffs and caught you when you almost collapsed, sneaking a kiss to your temple before lifting you into his arms and carrying you back inside the compound. “That’s my good girl. You did great, filly.”

Nurses and other med staff were waiting when he got you back to your rooms, but he sent them away, gently setting you in the tub and starting to wash the welts and bruises he’d left all over you as gently as he could.

“I know, you’re okay.” He kissed your head again when you whimpered and winced as he patted the cloth over a particularly savage mark on your breast, resting his forehead against yours as he continued washing you. “This is why you’re going to beat the shit out of the fuckers that made me do this to you. I’m so proud of you, sweet girl.”

It was the first time he had called you something other than filly, and it made your heart flutter against your ribs.

You were mostly recovered by the time the hunt came, only some fading bruises left on your skin that you were able to ignore. Curtis had decided he was going to stay in the lodge as he didn’t want to deal with those bastards any more than strictly necessary, but he had told you he knew you were going to rip them apart and called you his good girl before you left. The truck was empty except for you while Carter drove you to the drop off point, your breathing deep and even as your adrenaline started to spike.

This was your first group hunt, but you weren’t worried. From what Curtis had told you the Alphas that would be hunting you were a bunch of frat boy spoiled assholes, nothing that should prove challenging for you in the least. When the truck stopped you didn’t even bother waiting for Carter to help you down, hopping out of the bed and landing on your toes in the soft dirt before you started running into the woods after giving him just a brief nod. Your blood was already up, your senses heightened as you anticipated turning the tables on the pricks who thought they deserved you.

It was almost an hour before you caught the first whiff of them. They weren’t traveling in a pack, but they were close together, it seemed like they were moving in a straight line towards where you were hiding. When the first one got close enough you ran, keeping as quiet as you could even though you wanted to laugh wildly at how stupid their strategy was. You gained enough ground on him that you had time to scrabble up a tree, perching in one of the lower branches and waiting for your hunter to appear.

He didn’t take long, crashing through the brush like an idiot and making more noise than should have been possible as he sniffed the air and growled softly. As soon as he looked up you fell on him, snarling and hissing while you scratched his face and did your best to gouge his eyes while he shouted in pain. They all really were idiots, this one was barely a challenge before you brought him down to the forest floor and grabbed a rock to bash his skull in.

Then you heard the gunshot.

A second after you heard it you felt it, pain ripping through your thigh and making you scream when the force of the shot pushed you off your hunter and made you sprawl across the ground. They weren’t supposed to have guns, that was one of Curtis’s biggest rules. The whole point of the hunt was that it was a fair chance to bond a mate under ancient conditions.

Not that it mattered right now. The gun was there and all you could do was hope to outrun them. You groaned when you struggled to get to your feet, immediately collapsing again and shrieking when another bullet grazed your side and then your shoulder. Then they were all in the clearing, laughing and licking their lips hungrily when they surrounded you.

“Just look at it, so pretty even when it’s all bloodied up.” One of them laughed and dropped the rifle he was holding, tutting at you with mocking disappointment when you snarled and tried to throw dirt in his eyes. “None of that, we’re here to have a good time.”

They all pounced at once, tearing your shift off you and biting you viciously everywhere they could. You managed to scratch and kick a few of them but it was no use, there were too many. In just a few seconds they had you pinned on your stomach with your face shoved in the dirt, your wounds screaming as they forced your thighs open obscenely wide and laughed when you kept trying to thrash out of their grip.

“So feisty, just makes it even tighter for me.” The same one who spoke earlier was behind you now, and he spit on your face before laying on top of you and lining himself up. “Smell so good, bet it’s messy too.”

You screamed when you felt him at your entrance, but then there was a roar and one of the hands holding you was ripped away. A sickening thud reached your ears and then you were suddenly free, breathing heavily and rolling onto your side to see what had happened to make them leave you alone.

Curtis was standing there looking like wrath personified, his chest barely heaving but his lip lifted in a dangerous snarl that had all of the Alphas around you shrinking back. You spotted one of their bodies at the foot of a tree, blood smeared on the trunk from where Curtis had thrown him into it. His scent was sharp with the edge of pure aggression, his stance ready to fight them all while he stood over you and gave them a derisive sneer.

All at once they came back to themselves and realized they had him outnumbered, rushing him with a chorus of howls like they actually thought they could take him. When the first one reached him he just grabbed the idiot by the throat and used his body to take out two more of them, not even breaking a sweat when he flung the unconscious one away like it was nothing. The two that hadn’t been knocked aside managed to pounce on him together, all three Alphas grappling in a tangle of limbs and teeth until there was a horrible scream and Curtis rose from the fray with someone’s torn off ear in his mouth.

He was in the process of wrenching one of their arms out of the socket when another tried to sneak up behind him. You snarled when he got close, lunging as best as you could with your injuries and dragging him down to the ground so you could press your thumb into one of his eyes and crack your rock against his head. Then you saw one of them moving towards the edge of the clearing, your heart jumping into your throat when you saw him pick something up and screamed.

“Curtis, gun!”

Your Alpha turned whip fast and dodged the bullet just in time, roaring when he felt it graze the outside of his bicep before he charged the idiot who fired it. All of them went as white as sheets when he snatched out of the moron’s hand and bent the barrel like it was nothing. When he threw the gun aside again everyone froze, all of the Alphas staring at each other before Curtis stalked back to you and the sound of ATVs coming towards all of you filled the night.

“Enough!” Curtis snarled at Clyde over his shoulder when the dumbass shouted at him, scooping you up off the ground and turning to face the man. “We fucking paid for that, what the fuck so you think you’re doing?”

“You paid for the opportunity to hunt.” Curtis didn’t even want to look at the asshole, he couldn’t stop running his eyes over your body to assess what they had done to you. “A fair hunt. I don’t do canned hunts, if you want that shit you should go to Russia.”

“Russia doesn’t have Prime Omegas.” Clyde still had the audacity to look angry. “Now, I paid for that bitch, you’re going to let me leave with it, or I’m gonna blow up your whole operation.”

“Like fuck you will.” Curtis sneered at the man when he tried to take a step closer, hushing you when you scented his chest as the ATVs pulled up. “Unless you want everyone to know you and your buddies bond and keep unwilling Omegas as sex slaves. And don’t think you’re going to get the chance at any other compounds in North America. You just got yourself blacklisted from every hunting ground on the continent, congratulations. Now, tell my men how the fuck you managed to get a gun onto my property and maybe they’ll let you and your cronies get some medical attention before they drive you back to your disappointed wives.”

You shivered and nuzzled into Curtis’s chest further when he climbed onto an ATV and started to drive you back to the compound, letting his scent soothe you as much as possible while your adrenaline went down and the pain started to get worse. He still looked furious when he took you back to your rooms, sending away the medical staff again with an angry bark before setting you on the bed and beginning to carefully examine your injuries.

“You came for me.” You winced when he touched the bullet wound in your leg, looking at him with big eyes as he rinsed the blood from your skin. “Why?”

“I heard the gunshots.” It was the only explanation he wanted to give you, his hands gentle as he ran a damp cloth over your body.

“That’s not a fucking answer, Curtis.” You frowned when he refused to meet your eyes, barely even flinching when he started to stitch up the wounds in your thigh. “Maybe you would have banned them if they had pulled that shit with any of your other pathetic bitches, but look me in the eye and tell me you would have almost killed them if it was anyone other than me.”

His urge was to slap you for mouthing off to him, but then he saw the raised bruise already marring your face. Your eye was swollen shut, and whoever punched you must have been wearing a ring because there was a shallow cut in the middle of the mark. Curtis growled at the thin trickle of blood that was running down your cheek, putting down the sutures and needle holders before moving closer to you.

You drew in a sharp breath when he cupped your jaw, your body freezing up when he leaned forward and dragged his tongue over the cut. He purred and crooned as he cleaned the cut with his tongue, pulling you closer and nuzzling your cheek gently while he licked you. As soon as he was satisfied he ducked so he could do the same to the bullet graze on your shoulder, the scrape of his beard against your skin while he worked only adding to your sense of comfort.

Curtis laid you down on the bed so he could find every wound and lick it clean, his tongue warm on your skin as his breath creeped over your body. Your breath got shorter when he stretched his body over yours, your eyelids growing heavier when he gazed up at you with some unreadable emotion written all over his face.

“Curtis…” You gasped when he licked the wound on your side, letting him spread your thighs around his ribs while his hands held your waist.

“Honey…” He screwed his eyes closed when the sentiment came out of his mouth unbidden, groaning before he nipped at the soft skin of your stomach. “Just shut the fuck up.”

His tongue dragged over your slit and you moaned, your fingers gripping the sheets under you tightly as he set to work. The movements he made were almost lazy, but they were heavy and sensuous and very close to overwhelming. Your eyes fluttered closed when he gently circled your clit, his large hands pressing against your stomach to keep you still as he feasted on you.

Curtis couldn’t stop watching your face while he devoured you. He spread your soft petals with his tongue so he could delve inside you, groaning into your pussy when your slick flooded his mouth until he was drowning in you. Just like that he knew. If it had been any other Omega out there tonight he wouldn’t have given two shits about them, he would’ve just banned the assholes for breaking his rules and put the poor bitch out of her misery. But as soon as he heard those gunshots tonight he had lost it, because it was you. None of those bastards deserved you, only him.

“Mine…” He growled into your cunt as he kept fucking you with his tongue, pressing his face into you even further when your scent took over his mind. “My good girl.”

Your mouth dropped open in a silent sob when his lips wrapped around your clit, your hips fighting against his hands when you felt his tongue swiping over your swollen little nub. The only warning you had to stay still was his grunt and a light nip to your pussy lips before his tongue was inside you again, the thick muscle stroking your insides while he moaned and slurped. He could feel you getting closer, making out with your sweet little cunt like it was his job as he chased the pleasure that he knew only he would be giving you from now on.

His tongue slid out of you so he could press it against your swollen clit, humming while he licked the little bundle of nerves until he heard your breath catch. When he sucked it again you sobbed, your whole body shivering while you fell apart and soaked his beard with your release. Your chest kept heaving with deep breaths as he licked your pussy clean, tears running down your cheeks when he was finally finished and crawled back up your body.

“Sleep.” Curtis kissed your forehead then paused for a second, giving you a curious look before he pressed his lips to yours and purred softly when he felt you relax underneath him. “I have one thing to take care of then I’ll be back, I promise. You need to rest, sweet girl.”

“Okay.” You sniffled and let your eyes fall closed when he pulled the blankets over your body, your breathing evening out as exhaustion started to overtake you.

Curtis waited until he heard you snoring softly before leaving your rooms, frowning when Carter was waiting for him in the hall and striding towards one of the cells that were underground. He ignored the sounds of crying and the sharp smell of fear as he went lower and lower, his jaw set and his arms crossed over his chest while he waited for Carter to unlock the door. The sight of Bryce chained to the floor made him snarl, his fists clenching before he started to roll his sleeves up his arms.

“Everett…” Bryce coughed when Curtis punched him in the face and snapped his head to the side, the younger Alpha spitting blood onto the floor when he just managed to catch himself. “That Omega bitch is gonna quit being new sooner than later, I was trying to make you more money.”

“You gave those fuckers a rifle, dumbass.” Curtis punched him again and shook the blood off his fist. “I have rules for a fucking reason. If they’re gonna get broken it’s on my say so, not your whim.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re pussy whipped for that slut.”

“Maybe, but she’s got more balls than you and she’s a whole lot better to look at, you insubordinate piece of shit.” Curtis was bored and tired of this asshole’s face. “Baizen, you and the rest of the guys need a good stress relief?”

“Nah boss.” Carter just smiled when Bryce sneered at him. “We all hit the stables earlier, we’re good. This dick isn’t worth it anyway.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Curtis took the pistol Carter handed him and ignored Bryce’s sudden pleading, leveling the pistol at him and then shooting him in the head. “Get rid of the body.”

“No problem, boss.” Carter whistled and a crew of Betas came in with a saw and some tarp. “He was right about her novelty wearing off though, clients are gonna get sick of chasing something unattainable eventually.”

“I’m not too worried about that.” Curtis let a small smile tug at the corner of his lips, wiping the blood off his hands when Carter handed him a towel. “I’ve got a plan for her to bring us in one more good haul.”

[notroosterbradshaw]

The Relationship Experience - five

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

four.

Things continued well for the next month weeks or so. Rooster would come to your place most nights straight from work, domesticity at its finest. You’d cook, watch tv, tease each other unmercifully and you’d fuck until you fell asleep, wrapped up together until he snuck out quietly the next morning. You continued playing the same cat-and-mouse game around your friends. You knew they were starting to wise up that you were pretty much inseparable but never gave them the benefit of the doubt to arrive and leave together or be found away from the group at the same time.

You owed Natasha a lot to help throw your friends off the scent, but she couldn’t do much about you two flirting quietly together or if the longing looks you’d be swept into. Bradley Bradshaw just got more handsome every time you looked at him. It was criminal.

You were almost busted by Payback after you blew Rooster at Phoenix’s early Friendsgiving dinner in her bathroom. Having him across from you at the table was just too much, watching him laugh, drink, and relax among your friends. And not to mention his cream Henley was just a little too tight over his tanned chest and arms. You were a goner. If no one could see the heart eyes that you had for Rooster that night… well, that was on them. He watched you across the table, failing to hide his grin behind his wine glass as your foot crept against his calf. Yes, you were playing footsie and you both fucking loved it. He slouched a little in his chair, getting just a little lower to your reach. All you wanted to do was get him naked. It was just so simple.

“You can do that any time you like,” Rooster grinned like a Cheshire cat, his palms holding your chin roughly as he kissed you wildly a few moments after he’d cum. “Christ, that was incredible,” he chuckled quietly as he tucked himself back into his boxer briefs and zipped up his jeans. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I fuckin’ like it,” he kissed your neck as you turned away from him to smooth your hair that Rooster had gripped in his fist to keep from crying out while you made his dreams come true in the mirror. “I’m almost speechless.”

“And that never happens,” you taunted back at him in the mirror, watching as he left wet kisses on your jugular, his honey-coloured eyes watching you keenly in the reflection, his palms squeezing your hips and drawing your body back to his. Your knees were weak, and your eyes fluttered closed. “Bradley, I…” you tried.

“Bradley I, what?” he repeated softly, watching you intently, as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist to support you. “You smell so good,” he was a little lightheaded himself.

“I…” you tried again. The words were failing you. Fuck it.

He ceased his ministrations and raised his eyebrow gently. “You okay, sweet girl?”

I’m completely in love with you, Bradley. “I’m okay,” you turned and kissed him softly, confusing him with the change of tone after you practically devoured him moments earlier. “I’ll go out first, okay?”

He sighed, cupping your jaw. “Okay. That was amazing. Can we do that every dinner party?”

“You can repay the favour any time you like.”

“Well, don’t leave and lose your undies,” he started to move to his knees as you giggled and used your index finger to bring him back to you by the chin.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” you sighed. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do for me?”

“Anything, without hesitation,” he declared. 

You kissed him. “I don’t deserve you.”

He smiled, the rose in his cheek flushing. “You deserve everything,” he kissed you again and he drew you into his strong arms. “Forgive me. I can’t keep my fuckin’ hands off you.”

“I don’t want you to let me go anyway.”

“Sure you wanna escape?”

“Everyone will be looking for us.”

"They’re gonna have to find out sometime.”

“You want them to find us with your head between my legs?”

His eyes twinkled, flooding with mischief. “I love how you think I would be embarrassed by that.” 

“You’re not making this easy,” you rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh.

“Here’s a counter, at least. Meet me back here in 15 minutes and I will make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars…” he licked your top lip. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

“At ease, big boy.”

He groped his crotch, a little uncomfy. “This is on you and that…” he breathed. “This dress. It’s almost… Jesus. It’s so hot, you’re actually paining me,” he knocked the strap off your shoulder and nuzzled up your clavicle to your pulse.

“Rooster,” you dragged out, losing your fingers to his messy curls. “You need to stop.”

“Ask me again and I will, I promise,” his hands bunched into the skirt of the dress, drifting the material higher in your thighs.

“We will be caught.”

He laughed into your skin. “Still not a threat.”

You begrudgingly stepped away from him and he made grabby hands to try and lure you back to him. “I’ll go out first,” you kissed him once more as he used his thumb to wipe away some lip gloss that smudged.

“You’re thoroughly debauched. No one will believe you weren’t completely indecent in here,” Rooster grinned widely, clicking his tongue. “Maybe they will even think you were by yourself,” he groaned at the thought of you touching yourself and he swore he was hard again.

“Then leave me alone!” You hissed, slapping his hands away gently.

He held his palms up. “I give,” he promised. “Until I get you back to that apartment and you show me what’s under this… sorry, sorry excuse for a dress. Fuck, you look so good. Please get out,” he begged. “I’m hard again and I have to… not be.”

Laughing quietly, you slipped out of his arms and opened the door slowly, hoping for no one on the other side. Success, you thought about the slip back in and let know Rooster know the coast was clear.

“Hey!” Payback grinned, wandering towards you.

“Oh, hey Reuben,” you smiled, quickly slamming the door after you, hoping Rooster heard you. There was nowhere for the poor bastard to escape.

He chuckled. “You good? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You forced a loud laugh. “Red wine has gotten to me a bit, I suppose.”

“Ahh, I hear that,” he said, looking over your shoulder to get in behind you. “May I?”

“Umm, I think someone is in there.”

“You were just in there,” he frowned then smiled wide, his smile was phenomenal, and you found yourself distracted for a moment. Fuck, how much had you had to drink? “Maybe you are a little hammered. Want me to drop you back at your apartment or something? I don’t think you should drive,” he squeezed in as the front door rang. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

You heard the commotion at the front door as Mickey opened it for Rooster, who broadcasted his excuse of locking himself out after needing to get something from his car. You later learned he’d booked it out the bathroom window, catching a neighbour’s rose bush on the way past in the dark. He was surprised you couldn’t hear him curse a litany of profanities with it. 

It’s how he got the scar on his hip he named after you.

It was jagged and deep, and he loved it.

But time was starting to run out when Rooster got a text from your sister one evening the week of Thanksgiving.

“Huh,” Rooster huffed a laugh as you brought him a glass of wine and you sat together on the couch after you’d showered from work, dinner still a while away. “Thank you, sweet girl.”

“No problem,” you cupped his face and kissed him gently. God, you loved his soft lips. He smiled against yours and showed you his phone.

“Your sister texted me…” he explained.

“Why does she have your number?”

“I’ve had this number for too many years,” he admitted with a shrug. “She and I wear friends before I wore you down,” he teased as you rolled your eyes.

“What does Annie want?”

“She asked me to Thanksgiving. Looks like I won’t have to spend it on base alone,” he murmured, teasing you. “That’s very kind of her.”

You nodded, knowing you’d have to hide your panic a bit better than this if you didn’t want anyone to know you were dating yet. “You wouldn’t have to spend it on base,” you took a seat next to him as he placed his palm on your chin and kissed you gently. “I would have invited you to our family dinner.” 

But why hadn’t you? Was it just implied that he goes where you do now? Shit.

“Look at you, freaking the fuck out,” he laughed quietly. “I love it.”

“I’m not freaking out,” you stated. Of course you were.

“Sure you aren’t,” he replied, texting Annie back out loud and very much in spite of you. “‘Annie, thank you so much for the invite. That sounds great if I’m not imposing.’ Send.”

“Do you write every text out loud?” you sniped.

“Only the ones you are shitting yourself about,” he retorted. “Now,” he sipped his wine, massaging your calf. “Explain to me why you don’t want to tell your family about us. Pretend I’m an idiot.”

“What are you talking about?” you downplayed the situation and he raised an eyebrow as you sighed. “It’s only because my family are crazy and when we tell them… you’ll get it too. Engagements, weddings, babies, funerals, cemetery plots,” you exaggerated and he laughed.

“You know, if I had a family to tell, I would have told them already,” and for a guy that was orphaned at 18, he looked awfully smug about it.

Oof. That was rough. “Oh, Bradley,” you grimaced, covering your eyes, pained as he laughed a little louder. Goddamn masochist. “Rooster.”

“Baby,” he matched your tone. “Only I’m allowed to say that, by the way.”

“Okay, okay.”

“So why are you hesitating?”

“I just don’t want to tell them all yet. There’s so many of them, and I never really brought guys home to meet them unless they really meant something.”

“And I don’t really mean something?” he quirked his eyebrow. “Shit.”

“Of course you do,” you said quickly. “Please don’t put words in my mouth.”

He frowned. “Are you embarrassed by me or something?”

Aghast, you replied, “Oh, my God. No. Why – how could you ever think that?”

“Well, I’m not a bad guy. Your family knows me. I thought it would have been easier for you to introduce me as your boyfriend than some other guy.”

“Why would I have to introduce you?” you asked him. “Everyone has known you forever.”

“Do you not want to tell your family we’re together?” he asked, a little concerned. “Do you think we’re just fucking around here?” he asked, voice low.

“No, of course not,” you replied. You sipped your wine eagerly.

“We are together every night. This has been a wonderful secret, but I’m ready to yell from the rooftops that you’re mine, that we’re together. Sweetheart, your family has no idea about us.”

“Rooster, please,” you said evenly. The pressure hit hard and fast. “I get it.”

“No, you clearly don’t,” he protested. “I want this. I want you; I want us. Don’t you?” he asked warily and adjusted his posture to sit up straight.

“More than anything.”

“Then why are you hesitating?” he continued to push.

“Well,” you paused, realising how much you enjoyed this little bubble of love the two of you’d created. It was private, it was fun. “I like that it’s just us, you know?”

“The holidays are coming. Many of them. I mean, I might not be here for Christmas, it’s pretty unlikely at this point. But I’d like to spend them with you, my girlfriend… and I guess that means your family too,” he smiled easily. “If you change your mind, of course.”

It all seemed so obvious. To now, it had been so stress-free not to mention Rooster to Annie, your mother, and your grandparents. But now it seemed so confronting, a little exciting, but mostly terrifying the deal they'd make. Wait, girlfriend? “Girlfriend?” you played off coolly. Rooster grinned, knowingly. This gorgeous asshole before you was purely enjoying himself now. You hadn’t been a girlfriend for a long time. It felt strange to be referred to as one and he was thriving on it.

“What, you’re not?” he teased. “Did we have to have the conversation about how serious this was before or after you gave me your apartment key?”

“Well, that was to make sure I was safe when you left before sunrise every day.”

“True, would never want anything to happen to you,” he joshed along. But you were certainly not joking the way he was. “You’re still doing the confused face, and I don’t know why,” he retreated a little.

“I know we’re serious.”

“Good,” Rooster smiled. “Because you were acting like this was the first time you’d thought that I was your boyfriend,” he chuckled quietly. He cursed and rubbed his eyes when you only look at him. “Aw, shit. I knew it.”

“What?”

“You are still in that… how do I say this?” he smoothed his moustache and moved back to the other end of the couch that felt like it was a mile away. “You’re freakin’ out about us.”

“I’m not freaking out,” but you weren’t convincing him or yourself.

He gave a small smile. “Look, it’s okay. It’s early days. But isn’t exactly rocket science… unless I’m moving way too fast,” he realised. It was hard to admit, but he was definitely moving a lot quicker than you were. He took your foot and dragged you down the couch to him, moving you in close and perching you deliberately on his lap, forcing you to keep his gaze. “Am I going a bit too quick?”

The thing was, he wasn’t. Everything seemed to be going at the exact speed that felt comfortable for you both, yet you were hesitating. “I love being with you.”

He nodded simply. “Me too. But…” he urged. When you didn’t continue, he breathed deeply. “Okay, mature, adult conversation coming up. It’ll be painless, I swear.”

“Fuck,” you muttered, sipping again. “Okay.”

“Baby steps, I promise. I don’t want to scare you or feel like I’m forcing something in to you that you aren’t ready for,” he said softly. 

“I really love every moment we spend together,” you admitted and he brightened a little.

“But we are dating, correct?”

“Correct.”

“We have an amazing time together.”

“Definitely.”

“You are very satisfied sexually.”

“Rooster,” you smacked his chest as he laughed, breaking the ice.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Also, me too,” he winked. You high-fived him. He caught your hand and held it to his heart. “I’m here every night.”

“Yes...”

“Then who am I to you?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Pal?”

“No.”

“Fuck buddy?”

You cocked your head to the side. He muttered your name and shook his head dismally. “Baby, please!” he tried not to laugh.

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes. “No, I guess. But we’re very good in that department.”

Rooster concurred. “So, I’m not your pal,” he counted on his finger. “And I’m not your buddy… who is Bradley Bradshaw to you?”

“You’re everything,” you told him simply and he was. A fond smile crossed his face, and you thought maybe he was satisfied with your response.

“Good answer,” he admitted and reached across to kiss you. “Boyfriend doesn’t seem so big in context, huh?”

“Probably not,” you admitted as he laughed.

“God, you’re hard work,” he playfully rolled his eyes. “Come on, let me fuck you senseless to celebrate this new arrangement,” in a true feat of strength, he stood and hoofed you over his brawny shoulder as you giggled all the way to the bedroom. Was hard to argue when he laid it out like that…

“Bradley,” Viper extended his hand that Rooster willingly shook. “So glad you could join us, son.”

“Thank you, sir. Appreciate the invite as always.”

“The door is always opened,” Viper told him as he moved to hold your face and kiss your forehead. “Hi, sweetheart. Where have you been hiding lately, huh?”

“Sorry, Grandpa,” you said meekly. “Work has been busy and you know...”

“Life,” he smiled widely.

“Life,” you repeated with a nod. That works.

“Good time to get here together,” Viper said, humoured.

“We drove together, sir,” Rooster said as you gripped the sweet potatoes a little tighter. 

“Oh, handy,” he said, taking Rooster inside, Viper’s hand on his shoulder, guiding him in, chatting immediately about work. You sighed and left at the doorway.

“It begins,” you muttered to yourself. 

But to be honest, it was all going okay, you realised later in the day. Nana had enlisted Rooster to help her trim the tree; you had time to snuggle with your niece, Ava, all the while discreetly watching Rooster’s body moving in perfect motion as he reached, ducked and bent for decorations in those jeans that were a little less conducive to tree decorating, while your nephew Oscar had claimed Rooster as the best person going around, not helping Rooster at all but if Rooster could put up with you, he could certainly deal with an eager three-year-old.

...until dinner time.

“So, are you seeing anyone, Bradley, sweetheart?” your mother asked, mid-meal. You tried not to give him your attention and reached for a side.

“Umm, actually…” he said, looking anywhere but at you. He was trying so hard to respect your wishes that you’d tell your family today, and in your time, but you both knew the questions were starting to get more and more purposeful and detracting from them was only pushing your family closer to figuring it out themselves. “Kind of, yes.”

Dammit, Rooster.

“Oh, why didn’t you tell us?” Annie asked, the sarcasm evident in her voice, and looked directly at you. “I would have told you to invite her too.”

BRUTAL.

“Oh, that’s wonderful! Tell us about her!” your mother continued excitedly. He chewed his lip. Rooster didn’t get nervous easily, he oozed confidence and charisma and could fake it until he made it in extreme situations but right now, all allusions and aspirations to keep up appearances were almost out the window.

“Bet we do. I mean, it’s a small town, right?” Annie taunted. She said your name, demanding your attention. “You probably know her really well.”

“Why are you like this?” you asked her, she had you exactly where she wanted you.

“You know why.”

“Is it because you’re an asshole?” you muttered as Nana tutted you.

“Can the abuse wait until we’ve finished the meal?” Grandpa added. “And knock it off, Annie. Don’t upset your sister.”

“I’m not doing anything, Grandpa,” she laughed quietly as Arron nudged her to behave. “I’m sorry,” but you and everyone at the table sure as shit knew she didn’t mean it.

Silence remained for a moment, and with the pressure entirely on you, you sighed. “Fine. Okay, you win.”

Annie was almost bursting with excitement. The same could be said for Rooster beside you, although he was containing it a little better than your sister. Annie beamed. “Be our guest, the table is yours.”

You looked at Rooster and he gave you a fond smile, encouraging you. “Bradley and I are…” you started, kind of lost in his hopefulness. His eyes were so warm and reaffirmed just how in love with him you were. The arm he rested on the back of your chair moved to sweetly massage the nape of your neck. But he wasn’t going to help you. This was your news; he was just there to support you.

“You two are dating,” Annie announced before you. Groaning, your eyes dropped. If Annie was good for one thing, it was her inability to keep her trap shut.

“You’re dating?” Nana asked. It begins.

“How long has this been going on?” your mother asked, looking between you and Rooster expectedly.

“Wedding, at least!” Annie exclaimed. “I friggin’ knew it! Ma, I told you they were into each other!”

Rooster giggled quietly behind you as you put your head in your hands. “This serious?” Viper asked sternly from the end of the table and Rooster straightened up. He didn’t know who was supposed to answer so he did.

“Yessir.”

“How long?”

“It’s new. Six weeks?” you finally spoke up. “Things changed after the wedding and now we pretty much spend all our time together.”

The silence in the room was unexpected and didn’t make you feel any better about the situation. You looked at Grandpa, the only person at the table not smiling… and you’d never quite seen Grandpa like this. Not when Annie brought Arron home, not when your mother announced she was getting married again. Having Grandpa arc up was… maybe a little expected, but the look on his face took you back 20 years, cross at something from work and a storm in a teacup. Rooster gently let go of you and placed his hands in his lap. He could feel the air in the room change too.

“I don’t understand why this had to be a secret.”

Rooster looked at you pointedly.

Annie laughed. “Grandpa, it was a secret because we’re all little nuts here. You know she’s private.”

“Grandpa,” you said, ignoring Annie trying to make the situation easier in her convoluted way. “Can we talk outside?”

“I’d appreciate that,” he pushed his chair out and left the table. You felt about two inches tall as you thanked Annie again.

“Dad, give her a break. They’re young and still figuring it out,” your mother called after him. “Don’t worry, Bradley, darling. Dad is just a little protective.”

“I understand,” Rooster said softly. He took your hand gently. “You okay?”

“I’m okay,” you kissed his temple as Annie yipped with joy and you threw your hands up. “Nana, I hate to swear, but Annie, you’re an asshole. This could have been done any other time.”

“When you’re 90?” Annie challenged.

“It wouldn’t matter, because it’s still my – ours,” you stood behind Rooster and rested your hands on his shoulders. “It’s our news.”

Annie sighed across from you as your mother nodded and reprimanded your sister.

“I’m going to speak to Grandpa,” you kissed Rooster gently and he nodded. “You have full reign to savage Annie if needed.”

He laughed. “It’s okay, really. It’s all out there now. Go talk to Viper.”

You gave Annie the finger as she sighed and gave a meek apology. You wandered outside, taking a seat on the porch step where Viper was seated, staring out towards the ocean. The mid-afternoon sun was disappearing with the clouds coming in off the water. You both stayed silent for a while. You offered him your hand and he willingly took it.

“You don’t hold my hand much,” he noted. You didn’t really know what to say to that. “But I guess you’re not the baby anymore.”

“Well, there are literal and figurative babies in the family now,” you gently reminded him. 

Grandpa chuckled quietly. “I suppose so.”

“Are you upset?”

“About Bradley?” he asked, patting your joined hands. “Not at all… but if there was anyone I tried to make you keep your space from… It was a Navy man.”

“You’re a Navy man,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, but I’m one of the good ones,” he teased back.

“So is Bradley,” you stood up for Rooster. Grandpa smirked. You knew he was giving you shit. “I didn’t exactly see this coming, Grandpa. It just happened.”

“I know Bradley is a good man, sweetheart. You have my blessing, not that you need it. But I feel like Bradley thinks he does. I couldn’t be happier for you. But all I could ever ask, sweetheart… you happy?”

“We are, Grandpa.”

“Do you love him?”

“I think so…” you admitted softly.

“You think so?” Viper repeated.

“Well, we haven’t... said that yet,” you admitted bashfully. He nodded, slowly.

“Do you think he loves you? Because of the way he looked at you when you made your little announcement inside? Sweetheart, he looks at you like you hung the moon. I was watching him while Nana was ordering him around the lounge room, and decorating the tree. He can’t keep his fondness off his face, darling.”

You laughed quietly, and Viper could swear, he saw the cheeky toddler who thought he was the best thing ever. was before him again. “I really need you to be okay with this.”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“Well, you got kind of cross inside.”

“Well, I just don’t understand the secrecy. You two arrive together and pretend your just friends when it’s clear to everyone that you’re everything but?” he smiled.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Darling, it’s written all over your face how much affection you have for him. No one missed the jibes as you teased him while decorating the tree.”

You wondered how many other people knew and were just being polite if your family knew immediately. “You guys are the first people we’ve told. Aside from a few of Rooster’s teammates. This means a lot to me. I need to know you’re okay with this.”

He frowned. “You’ve never been so bothered by my opinion on your companions before.”

“Grandpa… Bradley isn’t my companion. This isn’t just a passing fling,” you looked up at the overcast sky above you, grey and stormy, while Viper remained quiet and you added, “I see my future with him.”

He hummed. “I think he sees his future with you too,” Viper conceded. “I sincerely think that Bradley is deeply in love with you. Maybe more than you realise he is.”

“I’ve never felt about anyone like I do Bradley,” you confided.

“It’s very serious, very quickly.”

“I guess so.”

“He’s not based here, sweetheart. You’re not thinking about leaving us, are you?”

“He got a transfer a few months back.”

Viper laughed. “It’s like you’ve thought of everything, huh?”

“I personally think Ice helped get the quick transition, but it’s just a hunch.”

“Sounds like Ice,” Viper sighed. “He’d do anything for Bradley with Mav still out of the picture after all these years. I’ll never forget the night Bradley came here and asked why I denied his access to the Naval Academy. He was so desperate for me to do anything to revoke Maverick’s recommendation.”

“Could you have done anything?”

“I was retired, darling. I knew I still held influence... but I surely did not hold authority. In hindsight, it was probably best for Bradley to go to university after his mother’s death. He needed to see the world without the Navy guiding him,” Viper sighed solemnly. “I know it breaks Mav’s heart that Bradley couldn’t understand it. But one day they will find common ground again, I’m sure of it.”

“Hope so, Grandpa,” but you knew the unadulterated rage Rooster still carried for Pete Mitchell and it would take hell freezing over for that to change.

“Come on, let’s not let Bradley sweat. You know I’m going to give him a hard time though? He doesn’t get to sail through anymore.”

You sighed. “Poor Bradley.”

“Yes. Poor Bradley,” Viper grinned wide. The old man was going to enjoy this.

Your mother stood beside Rooster as he washed the dishes later that evening. You’d excused yourself for baby cuddles and helping Annie put Ava to sleep. “I can see you’re deeply in love, Bradley,” she told him quietly. He looked at her and smiled kindly.

“Guess it’s pretty obvious, huh?”

Your mother laughed quietly, taking the cutlery in Rooster’s hands and drying it for him. “Very much so.”

“I’ve never felt this way before, ma’am,” he admitted for the first time aloud. “Your daughter is very special to me.” 

“That’s all I need to know, sweetheart. She’s a tough cookie, but she will come around. She has been alone for a long time. The emotional stuff was never her thing. Her first broken heart is her everlasting one.”

“Her old man?” he figured, taking the dish towel and drying his hands as your mother nodded.

“Just be patient with her. She knows more than anyone she’s hard work. She doesn’t mean to be but…”

“I’ve got all the time in the world,” he replied, piling a dish carefully into the drainer.

“You’ve got such a good heart, Bradley. I’m so proud to see the man you’ve grown into… and Carole and Nick would be too. It makes me so sad that they don’t get to see the kind, charming, intelligent man you are,” your mother stopped to wipe away the single tear that fell.

Rooster pursed his lips together. He heard things like that all the time but hearing it from your mother, someone who was so close to Carole, shook him a little. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Bradley, for Christ’s sake… you’re in your 30’s. You can call me Liv,” she sighed, biting back a laugh.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said again. “Sorry… Liv,” he corrected himself, nervously.

“Take care of my baby, okay?”

“Always.”

She patted his cheek and studied him momentarily. “With the moustache, you know how much you look like your dad. He was so funny and incredibly insightful. He would have done anything for you and your mother and I see so much of that in you. But Bradley, I need you to remember something, okay?”

He stayed quiet, a little overwhelmed by your mother’s sweet words. 

“You are more than your parents' legacy. You have been so blessed to have your parent’s good looks, Goose’s wit, Carole’s good heart. But they would be so proud to see you grow into the man you are today. And you are so loved. By so many. Cherish that, okay?”

Rooster remained silent. He was sure if he said something, he would probably break down. You sighed from the other side of the wall where you hid when you heard your mother speaking to Rooster. 

Not that you were eavesdropping, because you were without a shadow of a doubt, but hearing her carefully constructed words and her affection for him enveloped you with such warmth. 

“You’re a good man, Bradley Bradshaw. You sleep well at night knowing that, okay?” you held your heart as your mother continued. And suddenly she was before you and shook her head in a joking tutt before heading back to the living room. You poked your head in to see Rooster staring into the sink, his knuckles white as he gripped the porcelain sink. 

“Are you okay?” you asked softly as he looked over his shoulder at you and stood to his height.

“Hi,” he said as you walked to him and raised your arms to hold him and you could swear you felt him shake beneath you. 

“Hi,” you kissed his temple as you smoothed his hair. “She has always been more of a sister than a mom,” you told him quietly. “But when she brings out the big guns, beware, because she dropped you head first down an emotional rabbit hole.”

His body shook with laughter as he looked at you. “So that’s where you get it, huh?”

Staring into his honey eyes, you wiped away the single tear that hadn’t melted into your shirt. You pouted and nodded softly. “Guess so,” you kissed him sweetly. “You really okay?” 

“So fucking good,” he admitted quietly. “Thank you for today. Best Thanksgiving in years.”

You ran your fingers through his slicked-back curls and he nestled into you. “I’m glad it’s out there now. No more pressure.”

He smirked. “Wrong.”

“Wrong?” you repeated.

“I still have to cop so much heat about banging the admiral’s granddaughter yet,” he murmured in your ear. 

Breathing to steady yourself, you asked, “Wanna take me home and bang me then so you’ll feel better about it?” you offered as he nuzzled your pulse.

“I was thinking we re-visit the bathroom...” he hinted with a whisper.

“Are you fucking kidding me? It will be a cold day in hell if you try getting into my undies here, big boy.”

He cackled. “Oh, one hundred per cent,” and just like that, Rooster Bradshaw was before you again as Viper wandered in and he pounced off you. “Sir.” 

“Hmm,” Viper replied drily, grabbing a bottle of wine from the bench top. “Some decorum please, Bradshaw?” he muttered, walking out as you bit back hysterical laughter at the fear that crossed Rooster’s face. 

“Not even worth the joke, baby,” you kissed him and left him to finish the dishes alone. 

You studied Rooster as he drove back to your apartment later that night. His gaze kept to the road but he could feel your eyes on him and he looked at you, a wary smile playing on his lips as he spoke, “What?” 

“Today went really well,” you reached for his hand on the gear shift.

He nodded. “Viper hates me, but your mom and Nana love me so I hope I can be spared somehow.”

“Grandpa just wants to give you shit, you know he doesn’t mean any harm.”

“Hmm,” Rooster said with a forced grin. “I’ll bet.”

You traced the thick veins on the top of his hand and he wriggled his fingers for yours to hold. “No,” you told him, content to learn his hands, long slender fingers, the freckle on his ring finger. You’d spent plenty of time memorising the curves and ridges of his back, his chest and abs. 

“Okay, weirdo,” he chuckled quietly. 

“I’ve decided I’m quietly obsessed with your hands.”

“My hands,” he gave you a side glance. 

“Yeah, they do some incredible things. Help fast planes go zoom,” you teased as he snorted.

“Coming from you, I’d advise you never let anyone else hear that in this town.”

You chuckled loudly. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, yeah. What else do they do?”

“They hold my hand, touch me. They make me cum,” you said mindlessly memorising their strength of them and jolted as he overcorrected the car. “Jesus, Rooster... you okay?” you grabbed his bicep to steady him.

He straightened, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you sat back in your seat, slightly concerned it was because of you he almost drove you off the road. 

“Say that again?”

Smirking as you watched the dark road before you, you replied, “Which part?”

“You know what I’m talking about...”

Oh. “They make me cum?” you asked, your fingers walking up to this wrist, tracing over the face of his watch. 

"When I least expect it, you just floor me,” he stifled a laugh. 

“Someone has to keep you on your toes, right?” 

“Suppose so,” he shook his head with a faint smile as he pulled into the lot of your apartment building. He shut off the engine and leaned across to kiss you. “Can I take you inside and show you what else these hands can do?”

“Bye, baby. I’ll see you tonight,” Rooster gently smoothed your hair and smiled into the kiss he placed on your forehead as you dozed. Desperate to wake and say goodbye, but also… it was so nice in bed, snuggled into his pillow, his smell all around you. “Thank you for the best Thanksgiving ever.”

You huffed a tired laugh. “Happy to bring any drama as long as it makes you smile, baby,” you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You couldn’t maintain these wake-ups and had no idea how he could do it every day without hesitation.  “Have a good day. Be safe,” you yawned as he chuckled quietly into your hair.

“Go back to sleep, sleepyhead. I love you,” he said, softly before standing and leaving quietly.

Your eyes flicked open and you sat up as the front door closed. Now you were well and truly awake, sleep be damned.

six.

masterlist.

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Pansy Parkinson x Reader — Blaise Zabini x Reader — Mattheo Riddle x Reader — Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary ▻ The aftermath and the times each of them has a quick fuck with you.

Warning/s ▻ (EXPLICIT 14+) This whole is a BONUS PART. and it's basically SMUT like the whole thing is smut. Breeding as usual, unprotected sex (please use protection) cunnilingus. Fwb relationships. Voyeurism. Exhibition? Maybe? Yes. This shit is fucking disgusting.

Word Count ▻ 4.5k+

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Your eyes fluttered open and you were met with the sight of the morning sun apparent through the glass windows, you yawned - stretching your limbs to let loose.

You'll admit last night was fun, but you felt genuinely drained.

The evident tang musk scent of sex still roaming around the air and the remnants from earlier still intact inside your cunt.

You moved your legs and felt the wet - sticky substance that had drip down from your cunt which was still filled with Blaise' cock.

Cockwarming - only to be given to one's who deserves it and Blaise did - just like how Mattheo did.

You were situated in between Blaise and Pansy and Mattheo was behind her - in the same position of you and Blaise.

You groaned, never liking the aftermath - or should you say the consequences of not washing right after it.

You tried escaping Blaise' vice grip and without full success, Blaise absentmindedly pulled you closer to him by your waist in his sleep.

Twisting your head around to look at his peaceful form - you didn't want to disturb him, but you need to wash and so you started patting his cheeks to wake him up from his slumber.

He hummed, his eyebrows furrowing and his face distort in confusion as he squint his eyes to stare back at you.

"I'm just gonna wash and I think you need too." You murmured.

He pulled his semi hard cock coated with his and Mattheo's cum out and hissed.

You, in return instantly got up - wanting to get rid of the unsettling feeling - but your legs didn't cooperate as it kept trembling the moment your feet touched the cold tiles.

Blaise stood up to try and help you, but it was no use as his legs immediately gave out - it was worse than yours.

"Stay. I'll bring you a towel and a bucket of water." You insists, pushing him back on the bed.

You walked yourself to the loo and washed yourself - took your time to wash off the make up that you forgot you had put on.

The bucket of water is so fucking heavy that you have to drag it over the floor back to where they were, along with three other towels for them to help themselves.

"Here." Giving out the towels "the empty bucket is where the dirty water goes."

Pansy was still sleeping, she didn't even feel Mattheo pull out of her - you sat beside her naked form and began whispering her name repeatedly whilst brushing her hair back.

She yawned - her first view is you and - you're still naked, making her look away.

"No, its fine." You cradled her jaw before tilting her chin upward to give her a peck on her chaffed lips "I'll clean you up."

"No, let me draw you a bath to relax your muscles - that sound good?" You finally decide.

She hummed in response as you stood up to draw her a warm bath - later on, you went back to carry her to the tub.

You eventually convinced the others to let them put their weight on you so they, too can have a warm bath - you thanked whoever room this is as the tub was big enough for the four of you to fit in.

There, Pansy's back was on you as you massage her thighs.

"Can this be - not a one night thing?" Blaise questioned, his eyes not even close to be meeting yours - his hands fiddling under the water.

Pansy looked up at you, wiggling her eyebrows to tease you and for also agreeing with Blaise.

"Yeah, why not?"

You eventually went back to sleep with only your underwear on and cuddled each other in any possible way.

***

All four of you woke up from the loud knocking on the door, making you rush to wear your clothes from last night which were scattered all over the room - making it hard for you to find which is which.

And the person behind the door was Percy fucking Weasley with his usual grumpy face.

You went limping down the stairs, each of them holding onto you for support and all four of you acted as if nothing unusual happened.

***

Theo somehow found out about it - and admitted that he also wanted to join in, but not before getting mad and scolded the four of you about why he wasn't there last night.

The four of you argued with him about it - that he was already with a girl - well, that made him shut up because you, in fact have a point.

***

You spent your 'resting month' going to the great hall to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with them, down the black lake to relax, the dorms to sleep, sometimes the common room when its not loud and crowded, the kitchens to talk to the elves, the astronomy tower to stargaze and one of them pulling you aside to do something.

You heard that Draco spent his month back at their Manor and you still hadn't told Narcissa as you try to avoid - refuse to go back on that stupid fucking memory.

She sent you letters with her own owl - asking why you hadn't send her letters - even a "hi" or "hello" these past months and after contemplating on it, you finally send her one back to answer those questions.

But with no honesty. All of the things you wrote on that piece of parchment was a lie - you made sure to not bring up other names other than yourself.

But of course, rumors spread fast - she probably knows by now.

***

The Common Room, one of the places you love to relax in, study and have all the peace you want, but only if no one is occuppying it.

That often happens, when you don't feel any sign of sleepiness or just need some time to redeem yourself while everyone is in their own dorms resting.

Now, its that kind of time.

Laying on your back on the biggest couch, you stared at the ceiling, enjoying the sounds of fire crackling.

You hummed to a random tune that came up your mind and you suddenly stop when you heard footsteps.

Looking up you saw Mattheo with his eyes wide and a lipped tight smile, but you simply waved him over the couch to sit beside you.

"I was trying to sneak out and stay here by myself for a little while - guess not." He muttered as he sat down facing you.

"I can go if you want?"

"No, stay. I guess having a company is better?"

"Is that a question?"

"No - nevermind. I shouldn't have said it like that."

"I know what you meant either way, what were your plans anyway?" You chuckled as he reposition himself to stare into the fire in front of you.

"Nothing. Just wanted to be alone and free?"

—

"I think I should go no-"

"No -" He interjects but instantly stops himself from doing so.

"Yes?"

"Nothing, sorry - yes you should go."

You shook your head, cradled his cheek and pull his face close to yours to give him a single peck.

You stayed like that, face to face with him - you're so close that his hot breath brush against your face - you watched as he opens his eyes and realise you only gave him a peck and not a lingered snog - you waited until he began chasing for your lips and he did.

Your lips finally met into a desperate kiss and you felt the warmness of his face on yours, in the process of the snogging he managed to have you on his lap, his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck.

"You're in for a midnight fuck, aren't you?"

He hummed against your lips and pulled you closer by your waist, emitting a groan from you as you felt his hard on on your clothed heat.

"Oh, for fuck sake Mattheo please let's just get on with it and strip our clothes."

He agreed and let you stand up to strip your clothes as he did his part while still sitting.

You looked up when you heard him groan and you were met with a sheepish smile -

His boxers was already so wet with pre-cum, you didn't mind it and position yourself back on his lap to pull him in for another snog.

Taking himself in hand, he slid his tip on your slit to feel how wet you are and to also spread your arousal all over your pussy and tap his tip on your puffy clit.

Without a warning, you took his cock in your own hand and slowly sat down resulting him to slide inside you easily because of how wet you are.

"Shit." He gritted, "Stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Doing things without a warning."

"Your words Mattheo."

"Oh, I love you for remembering that."

"You can do anything you want to me."

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything."

He helped you move by your waist but you slapped his hands in return, making him place his hands on his side and sit straight.

You rode him, hips rolling back and forth on his thighs and his cock buried balls deep, making him groan while trying to fight the urge not to touch you.

You saw how he forced to keep his hands to himself so you helped him - you took his hands on yours to place it on your mounds and gave it a squeeze, encouraging him to go on.

"Oh, fuck yeah -" you sighed as he leaned in to take a nipple in his mouth and began suckling as if he's thirsty for milk.

You grabbed the back of his head and pushed him more further to your tit, the vibration of his moans going to your sensitive nipples, giving you pleasure.

"I'm close." He tried muttering out, but it was useless as it sounded muffled.

You understood him either way and began picking up your pace, he released your tit with a pop and hid his face on your shoulder where he began sucking, enough to leave a mark.

He came with a loud grunt, you instantly tried standing up, but he pulled you back muttering "Stay. I love being warm."

His body going limp - skin to skin, sharing both your warmth to each other, he rests his cheek above your nipple that he's sucked raw and he listens intently to the subtle thrum of your heartbeat.

Although, you felt so full and sticky you stayed as he sighed, and visibly enjoying the close proximity of your company.

Footsteps. "Oh, shit." You scrambled to find your abandoned clothes scattered around the couch.

***

9 in the morning, you're in the bathroom watching the reflection of yourself in the mirror as you dry your hair with a towel.

Blaise came in - you almost forgot the three of them slept in your dorm.

"Hi, I need to pee." He greeted, his morning voice rough.

"Yes, feel free to."

He pulled his boxers down just enough to free his cock and peed - it didn't bother him that you were looking at him while he's doing his business.

"Do you need something?" He finally asks, as your gaze on him gets heated.

"Actually, yes - perhaps a morning bathroom fuck?" you replied, looking at him on the mirror and observe as he looks back at you, his lips turning into a sly smirk.

He put his length back in, went beside you to wash his hands "That's exactly why I came in here - I was hoping you'll still be naked, but it's still worth it that you asked."

You chuckled, facing him - he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him.

"Just don't be too loud. You'll wake the others up." He quickly advised.

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness "Tell yourself that Blaise."

His mouth parted in a fake offense, but he instantly broke character when you began reaching for his lips as if you're about to kiss him before suddenly veering to the side to skim your mouth against his cheek "Just fuck me already Blaise."

You pulled away from his ears to shoot him an innocent smile.

His other hand that wasn't holding onto your waist, took a fistful of your hair and squeezed it to pull you in and you groaned against his lips from the sting - he chuckled before your lips met in a lustful kiss to which you responded immediately.

He made you face the mirror as he went behind you - still kissing you, resulting with you tilting your head to the side to reach him.

He sneaked his hand up the lock - that you made on the towel to make it not fall - and took it off, making the towel fall off your body.

He hummed in content as his hand continue to explore your body until it rests on your mounds - massaging it.

—

Sat on the counter as he is on his knees eating you out. Constantly replacing his tongue with his fingers to get a view of your face contorted in pleasure.

He finds pleasure in pleasuring people and he is pleased that you are responsive to him.

"Blaise." You let out and then he’s pushing his face between your legs. He eats you like that - sloppy and frantic.

Your crammed full with his fingers and his tongue until he’s ripped an orgasm or two from you.

—

He bends you over the sink. His pupils are dark as he meets your gaze on the mirorr. He finally pushed his cock inside you.

His hips snapping against your ass with the inexorable sound of sweat-slick flesh meeting flesh.

It happened repeatedly. Again and again.

And you let out a loud groan from your chest as he hits that spot inside you.

His hand grasps the nape of your neck like a collar. He used it to anchor you - to hold you still as he continues to ram into your pussy - filling you up.

He tugs your head back so he can kiss you in a slow pace - taking his time feeling the vibration of your moans on his hand and lips as his thrust do the opposite.

You reached a hand up to get a hold a fistful of his hair and squeeze it as you finished with a final groan.

***

You knocked three times and you hear her giddy footsteps - she was so excited to have a girl's night out with you - in her dorm.

She had been giddy all month, ever since Dumbledore announce the 'break', she immediately invited you to have a girl's night out with her every Saturday - to bring back the old times.

She opened the door and squealed, grabbing - snatching your hand to pull you in her dorm.

You made a weird noise, but she didn't even glance at you because of how excited she was.

She invited you to sit on the floor with all the things you might need scattered around you in a neat way and a mirror for the both of you to share "What do you suppose we should do first?"

"Hmm, what about you choose?" You suggested, egging her to go on as she looks like she's about to explode from having too many ideas in her head.

"Can you put my make up on?"

You nodded and proceeded to maneuver over her stuff and you found a natural colored lipstick, a shade that will match her lips perfectly - the lipstick you applied on her lips when you first had your girl's night out.

You opened it and smelled the scent that reminds you of her, you were interrupted with her clearing her throat.

Turning to look at her "I kept going over the shop to refill it with the same one - The owner of the shop told me that I'm the only one who kept buying that kind and so she has to remake a small batch just for me."

"After all these times, you kept it and refill it?"

"Well, I'm not one to let go of memories. I'm not good at that."

You scoffed, "Me neither." You pull out the exact same lipstick out of your pocket that had been hooked in a key chain.

"The Lady told me the exact same thing."

When your friendship developed into a very close one, you decided to give each other - for some reason - lipsticks, different shades and different flavors but both reminds the pair of you the same memories.

Signalling her to some closer, she scooched over just enough for you to hold her cheek on your left hand while the other applied the tint on her lips.

Your mouth parted while in the making of it which made her look at your parted mouth, her eyes switching to your focused eyes, lingering on your lips and back again.

You caught all of that but continued.

—

She's on your lap as you stayed on the floor, your hands on her hips, her lips latched on your throat even after how many times you told her to kiss you on your lips instead.

She suckled hard, attempting to leave as many marks she can. You hissed as she looks at you with a smile "Your neck, now smells like the flavor of my lipstick."

Standing up, she gave you a hand to help you stand up yourself and lead her to her bed.

"Should we strip first?"

"Yes, that would be great."

You both stripped each other and took the time to check each other out, touch each other's mounds and give each other quick pecks.

—

Laying on her back, she whined as you shoved two of your fingers and it sled perfectly right in.

"Shh, you have to keep your moans down." She in response, covered her mouth with her right hand as the other grip the silky sheets that's about to be dirty and wet.

You pushed yourself by your elbows to carry your weight and lean up into her "I didn't say to stop, just enough for me to hear."

Now, you're balancing yourself on your knees the other hand still stroking her walls while the other slowly taking her hand off her mouth and encouraging her to go on and moan in your ears.

And that's what you call music to your ears.

You finger her ruthlessly, making her pussy wetter and the crude sound of sucking noises with each thrust.

Her hips buck against your hand and your head fully falls on her shoulder as she kept moaning profanities under her breath - just for you to hear. That alone emits a groan from you.

Broken groans coming out of you as you fill her up - jamming your fingers inside her to the knuckle.

"I'm gonna cum. Please make me come."

You wanted to try something and you took your chance, you twists your fingers up and rub the patch behind her clit.

She gasp softly - elegantly. She looked so beautiful - her eyes clamp down shut and her mouth parted as she let out the beautiful noises that you caused.

It was getting hard for you to thrust in as she was clamping down on your fingers but you continued with the strength that you're left with.

She came, moaning some cuss words as you give her kisses all over her face and she giggled when she felt you try to calm her shivering legs and thighs - and all of that just from a single climax with your fingers.

You shoot her a very proud glance and that changed when she tried making a move by sneaking her hand on your cunt.

"Let's just rest. You need it and if you want we can do it tomorrow." You insisted, as she did as you told - clean her dorm without the use of magic.

You didn't expect her to do it - but oh, she was a girl of promises and challenges.

***

It was midnight, you didn't feel sleepy at all and decided to munch on a quick snack.

The footsteps behind you made you hide on the side, thinking it's a professor.

When you took a quick peak of the dim lighted corridor you saw no one, making you continue walking to the kitchens.

You felt someone watching you, so you walked faster until, that someone covered your mouth with their hands, making you scream against it, but it was muffled.

That person took you to the side and pushed you against a wall and began shushing you.

You stopped fighting against the person, when you recognized the voice - Theo.

"Oh, you're a fucking cunt you know that? You scared me you bloody fucking bastard." You scolded, shoving his hands from your mouth as he just stood there chuckling.

"I'm sorry, it has been 2 weeks and you still think I'm some random bloke who just pulls you aside?"

"Oh, shut up for once Theo. What do you want?"

He didn't mutter another word, instead he offered you a hand, you waited for a second before placing yours on top of it.

With that, he led you through a very familiar way.

You were surprised to see the long way stairs leading up to the astronomy tower as he never was interested in astronomy - or so that's what you've been told.

You arrived, panting - from climbing that much of a stairs.

"What are we doing here?" You, once again attempted to engage a conversation.

He went to the railing to watch the night skies with you "Can't I bring you here to just enjoy the view? Does it really need to have a meaning?"

"Hmm, I never knew you were into astronomy."

"You don't know how much I love this place, y/n/n."

You smiled as he began telling you about his favorite stars and constellations and asked you about the topic too.

—

This is what happened after that sweet and adorable - memorable moment of yours.

You were half stripped - left with your top on and your bottom completely naked, your back arched and your hands on the railing with a tight grip as you tried to hide your noises, not wanting to catch the attention of either Mrs. norris or Filch.

Theo was behind you, his hands forcing you to part your legs to get access to your cunt "Just enjoy the view." He keeps repeating when you tried to close your thighs back together.

—

His back was suddenly against the railing and your cunt is his only view. He hitches your thigh over his shoulder so he can sink further - burying his face as if he could drown in your arousal.

When he parts your folds with his tongue - your fingers knotts into his hair that drape along his scalp, muttering 'fuck' under your breath, whilst still managing to enjoy the view.

He draws the flat of his tongue from the hole of your fluttering pussy to the very top - latching to your puffy clit. He suckles, making you buck into the hard edge of his jaw and chin.

Your orgasm builds and builds - morphing with the throbbing pain that skates across your lower muscles.

Theo's eyes snap to yours - his brow pinched as he concentrates on making you finish.

_

You pulled him up by the collar of his shirt and he greeted you with one of his innocent smile - which was rarely seen - and the evident stain of your juices on his face.

"Leave it,” he says when you were about to wipe the evidence of his successful doings of making you finish with just his mouth.

Your lips finally met and you savor yourself on his tongue, while snogging he went behind you and began stripping himself.

"Like I said -"

You cut him off "Just enjoy the view. Yes, Theo you've been saying that repeatedly - can we just continue because I think you really need it."

You felt his hard cock on your back - he chuckled and put himself in hand to stroke himself against your dripping folds.

He points his tip on your entrance and in a teasing manner he began to sink in - inch by inch and you both gasps.

And there is the filthy squelch of your sex swallowing him whole - sucking him as far as possible until his groin jams up against the plush of your ass. The head of his cock knocking into the tissue buried deep.

He slowly began thrusting for you to adjust.

Too busy receiving pleasure you didn't hear the footsteps that's nearing you - Theo continued to thrust into you - his pace becoming faster and faster everytime you reassure him that it's fine.

Meanwhile, the person entered the Tower - without giving a fuck about the noises - thinking it was just one of his hallucinations, stopped on his track when he saw the scene unfold in front of him.

Theo fucking you from behind and you holding onto the railing for support, muttering something under your breath that are inaudible as he was too far away.

He didn't realize the salty tears that had escaped from his eyes and dripped down his face.

He cried silently, he just realized how you felt that exact night -

He misses the way he was the one to make you finish, the way he was the only one who you'll allow to hear your moans - the times where he'll turn into a putty in your hands. He was hurt, yes. But he can't help but get hard from your moans.

He pulled his cock out and began stroking it, slapping his hand against his mouth to muffle his moans and cries - still, tears escaped his eyes.

It's just so fucked up - to watch you getting fucked by another guy and get turned on by it - that he had to masterbate right then and there.

He didn't tell anyone he came back, but he did - his mother found out about the affair and needless to say she was disappointed at his son for doing such a thing. Too problematic, he couldn't take it and went back to hogwarts.

"I'm about to fucking finish." You murmured against his lips.

He reached a hand in front of you and began stroking your clit in a perfect pace that makes your legs tremble. “That’s it,” he coaxes.

Giving you last few languid strokes through your high - he panted against your shoulder.

A/n: I LOVE THE FLUFF PANSY I WANT TO REPOST IT BUT WITH JUST THAT ONE... ANYWAYS THOUGHTS?!?! AND AS USUAL IT TOOK LONG FOR ME TO DO AN UPDATE BUT THIS ONE LASTED LONGERRRRR.

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since you write submissive trevor so well, i want to request a short fic of north yankton trevor being publically used in public by the dominant reader. she has him sucking her fingers and playing with her boobs because hes desperate and needy

MMmmmmmmmmmm, North Yankton SUBMISSIVE Trevor. My favourite

Summary: He invited you to a night-out! And it subconsciously grew thick and heavy.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 1902

“Hello, beautiful.” Your ears rang at the sound of his slurred voice. Entering the dimly lit, booze-filled bar, you walked towards your man who was sharing a small booth with his other friends. They weren’t bothered by your presence and talked amongst themselves while Trevor immediately gave you grabby hands, tossing your body onto his lap and licking his lips like a hungry bidon.

It was obvious from the beginning – the way his tongue clumsily slipped out when speaking – that he was drunk with quite a few empty glasses placed on the wooden table. The moment you were (forcibly) thrown onto his lap, his hands offered no respect, fondling your backside, showing off your figure as if you were a piece of meat. The layers of your clothing had made it harder for him to sneak a few fingers around your waist, and he yearned for more.

Nonetheless, you didn’t have time to settle. Being sat down for less than 5 minutes and he had groped your thickness, groaning out some provocative compliments into your ear. You could feel his friends, Michael and Brad, attempt to ignore Trevor’s touchy nature. The table shifted and from the corner of your eye, they exited the booth and made an excuse to sit somewhere around the bar while you were left in proximity to this man-child.

“Take your coat off,” He whined from underneath, “C’mere. I need.”

His fingers tugged on your zip and dragged it down, maintaining this heavy, sickening eye-contact where them brown-coloured irises turned black as the Devil. You held discipline to stop him. When your hand snatched his wrist away from your clothes entirely, Trevor breathed against your naked neck and threatened to bite it, his teeth chattering and scraping up and down your skin. His breath left a damp sensation and you wiped it to express your displease with his current behaviour. Even when he’s drunk, the gesture twitched his eyebrow. He leaned forward, staring down at your lips, forgetting that your eyes existed for a moment.

“Trevor.” He watched your lips moved and smirked to himself – whatever fantasy was surfing his mind – it was nothing innocent, you could tell. And it weren’t a lie to detect how much booze he had considering his stench reeked. Your nostrils felt crucified, jaw quivering as it was hard to pass-by the musk.

“What’s wrong?” Trevor asked with zero interest, just using your distaste as an excuse to read your lips again.

“I thought you were gonna wait for me to drink.” Your fingers finding way to his mullet, dragging off the small beanie and brushing the long, thinning strands, occasionally massaging his scalp.

He was going to respond but the magic touch had made him disabled to do so. His eyes fell onto your neck, approaching your chest area. He mumbled something like “wanna see you” while fighting back the urge to groan at your saint-like stroke. Although it was a public setting, with people passing by, your innocent massages to his head remained unnoticeable, the only thing drawing some-sort of attention was Trevor’s hungry glower of his brows and cheeks. They darkened, covering up the arousal and blush painted on his face.

You’d giggle when seeing his skin flush with pale rose. He refused to look in your face, his head hanging down, forehead leaning against your collarbone.

“Is that the beer or weather?” You teased him more about his physical reaction to you playing with his hair.

“Shut up.” Foolishly, Trevor’s voice was husky and shallow.  

There was a individual light hovering above the table, the switches implanted nearby the wall. You reached over, slowly sliding off his lap, and turned the main beams off, leaving your shared booth to become one with the shadows; the candle-lit glows from other tables illuminating his combat boots and shiny, teary eyes.

He grew confused when you sat away. As you arms outstretched, causing the change of light, he blinked a few times to adjust to the darkness. The alcohol had made it hard to deal with changes and he was visibly struggling. He rubbed his forehead and grumbled something important again before the light kiss of your lips heated up his jaw. Trevor openly sighed when you had reintroduced yourself with his closeness, letting your mouth trail lines of affection down his jaw, kissing the stubble and ignoring his antsy lap. It felt empty – his lap. Even though you were cradled beside him in the darkness; hiding in your secrets, he didn’t like the freeness of no weight on him. There was no warmth.

Your kisses grew more sensual and you reached the corner of his mouth, kissing, sometimes licking the moustache that was the cause of all rashes between your legs from the past few months.

“Take it off.” He voiced, referring to your coat he held a grudge against.

“Why should I?” Your tongue slithered around his lips.

“Jesus, girl, you’re trying to kill your ol’ man?”

That grizzled, huffy expression softened when your coat began unzipped, routing your arms from them thick sleeves. Trevor’s front teeth dug into his bottom lip as you threw the coat aside on the opposite chairs, beginning to delayer your outfit one by one.

One by another painful one. You kept him waiting, strip-teasing so his cock hardened more and more. Alas, the outline of your body was beautifully illumining through the orange, dim lights. He released a longing moan and went to touch your exposed breasts, his cruel thumb circling around your nipple, goose-bumps picking at your spine and skin. They fit perfectly into his hand, like it belonged there. He was intensely murmuring your name, drool seeping from his mouth as well.  Trevor occupied both cups before you fondled his jaw to exact a sense of authority; sexual purpose in his satisfaction. If he was to feel great, you needed control over it. Furthermore, his head followed every tug of your hand. He was so in awe with your soft body. Your nipples were being praised and touched repeatedly, it weakened his core strength, the steamy atmosphere elevating from the booth you hogged.

His friends had already seen the state Trevor was in moments before you entered the bar, so it was no surprise when they heard unusual shuffles and whispers coming from the opposite side of the room. However, Michael’s head perked up from the stand when he heard some real dirty whispers evolving into hushed commands of restricted moans. He made eye-contact with Brad who smirked, having something to blackmail Trevor with for the next few weeks.

“I’m not even touching you, and you already wanna cum?” You degraded, his mouth rushing to suck your finger as he played with your breasts still, the skin reddening after his many minutes of poking fun. “You think this is for free?”

Trevor glared when you talked down his self-worth; something already crippled and non-existent. He licked around the tip of your finger and inserted it into his mouth, not caring that you were fighting back his urge to cum. His crotch was burning with fire. It made everything uncomfortable, everything so sexily torturous. It made him mangle your breasts like his life depended on it. You were firing him up, have been since the moment you had met. It was so easy to slap his face around and call him a pervert, because he is.

“You’re so hot.” His speech was muffled due to your finger sitting on his tongue. Despite that, he still sounded gory and raw, anger fresh and fury. It sounded like he was sexualising you out of spite.

“Oh yeah?” You spoke back, “Why should I let a pervert like you cum?”

 A whimper left his lips unintentionally. That was the only answer you gained.

“C’mon. Why should I? What are you worth?” Your volume grew, the bar being dominated by your sudden combative force.

Trevor’s saliva oozed down your finger and skin, strands disgustingly hanging and falling between the leather space between you both. His hand had weakly fell off your breast and he was now grabbing your thigh, head lowered, eyes closed.

“Are you worth anything? Do you think perverts are real men?”

“No.” He whispered back, shaking.

Excitement bubbled your veins. He was finally submitting. 

“Say it louder, baby.” You guided him with a gentle mumble.

“I don’t deserve to cum because I’m a fuckin’ pervert. I’m a horrible person. I’m worth nothing.” Trevor breathed, clawing your thighs now as he was approaching his orgasm. You grabbed a chunk of his hair and forced him to look up, staring down at him like a peasant, an unfortune soul. He looked good ruined. His eyes threatened to cry out of pure lust. He sniffled and gurgled something high-pitched, unable to keep his voice down low anymore. “I gotta cum so bad, [y/n]. I need you to rape the fuck out of my cock, I really need it!”

Of course, you weren’t going to touch him. He didn’t deserve your love, especially after his behaviour. Watching Trevor squirm and hide himself into the dark shadows of the booth, his body aching for your  touch, hands grabbing your jeans, working their way up to your naked stomach and chest. He kept on whispering your name, chanting curse words. It was too heavy that he didn’t even think about handling himself to cum. Trevor simply wanted you to do it, begging. Like he was praying your holy presence, you stayed silent and worked through his roots, your nails dragging along so he had some sort of foundation to cum to.

“C’mon.” Finally, you spoke.

He daringly groped your breasts again while thinking heavily to peruse the orgasm. Was she helping me? He faced delusions, Is she encouraging me? Trying to follow orders without rebelling was hard. Trevor wanted to touch himself, he wanted you to touch him. But here he was, being ordered to do it by himself, like a child growing independence.

“Fuckin’ help me!” Trevor illy protested with spikes of anger, “It hurts so bad. I just wanna cum!”

“You don’t need me.”

“Oh, do something! – “

“Man up and do something about it.” You yelled in his ear, and with the help of your fierce dominance, Trevor slammed his head against the table and cried out in agonising pleasure.

“FUCK!” His crotch area grew wet and creamy. Your fingers loosened his hair-strand and the poor man was breathing heavily, his orgasm lasting too long. It gave him hot-flushes, sweat tickling down his side-burns and stache.

You grinned before putting your layers back on, knowing he was finished for the night.

Trevor consciously whimpered as he tried to wipe away the wet-stain of his cum in his jeans. Tears were trickling down his cheek and his limbs were shaking with disguise. It was now influenced to the surrounding public the true meaning of the past noises as men who walked by, they all gave Trevor a subtle glare or smuggest smirk.

“It wasn’t so hard.” You kissed his cheek and zipped up your coat, turning the main beams on and ordering yourself more drinks, pretending like he wasn’t a quivering mess beside you for the rest of the night.