#just felt like drawing some fun skin folds and body hair and folds etc

[geisterzeit-art]

patron saint of loss

[victoria-daydreams]

Something’s Gotta Give

Chapter Three: Tea for Two

AN: Honestly, I should be asleep as I post this chapter, but if I delay this any longer I think I might rip my hair out (not really). If there are any mistakes, I’m sorry, it’s 3am and I’m bleary eyed. Anyways, thank you to everyone who has supported this story! I really didn’t think anyone would enjoy it but myself.

Chapter Four: A Frightful Dinner

Summary: What should’ve been a fun and simple dinner between Livia and Booker takes a dark turn when she discovers a startling secret about him.

Having a cup of tea with each other became a weekly ritual for Booker and I.

And from tea, sometimes we swap over to coffee, where I discovered that Booker makes the best coffee known to man. He always made my cup of coffee sweet, rich, creamy, and added a dash of cinnamon to top it off. It's so perfect, I'll never look at coffee served in cafes the same anymore. Regardless of the beverage we were drinking, Booker and I always made sure to bring food for our little get-togethers. When its my turn to bring the food, I usually buy pastries like eclairs, macrons, pain au chocolat, etc. I couldn't help myself, I've got quite the sweet tooth which Booker commented on clearly amused once he noticed the trend. While Booker opted to bring sandwiches and quiches, which were a lot healthier than my choices.

At first, our little “tea parties”, as I liked to call them always took place in my apartment, but as the weeks passed and Booker grew more and more comfortable with me, he invited me to his apartment for the first time for a cup of coffee. To my surprise, when I entered Booker's apartment, it was not shrouded in darkness like I previously believed, the space was actually well lit.

Unless, he had the lights on and blinds opened for my benefit.

But you know what, I wasn't going to complain about it. The mere fact that Booker felt he could trust me by letting me into his personal space brought me indescribable joy. Each week over tea or coffee, a new subject was discussed. One week it's about books, the next about traveling, the following about daily life, and so on. Truly, it was a very gratifying experience to see how our relationship had blossomed. Not too long ago it felt like I had to pull teeth to get Booker to speak to me or I had to decipher his body language to determine if he was even comfortable speaking to me.

But now, conversations between us flowed naturally.

However, I have noticed that other things have changed between Booker and I. Well, at least for me it has. As of late, I would feel my heart start racing and beat like thunder whenever I would spend time with him. I would find myself studying Booker's features instead of listening to what was coming out his mouth. My eyes would move from down his nose, across his cheeks, around his jaw line, and at his lips. Heat would always flush my face and down to my neck when Booker called my name to snap me out of my daydream.

I couldn't help it, from the jump I said the man was handsome, but I didn't think I would catch feelings for him.

It certainly didn't help that our hands would innocently brush against each other when doing simple tasks, for example, doing the dishes together. Or the way he would lightly place his hand on my mid-back to usher me into his apartment after we've came back from the market. I always felt like I was set aflame every time Booker and I made contact with each other. I began to wonder if Booker had caught onto my growing feelings for him, he hadn't said anything or treated me differently. But, at times I would feel Booker's gaze linger on me when he was supposed to be reading, like the time when I was detangling my hair or when I was drawing in my sketchpad.

There's also the fact that Booker brought me flowers one day when we were having tea. They were roses, yellow roses to be specific. He told me the roses reminded him of me because of their warmth. And don't get me wrong, I damn near gushed over the beautiful, sun-colored bouquet of roses because I hadn't received such a gift in god knows when, but I also had mixed feelings about the flowers. Yellow roses symbolize friendship and I was left wondering one single question.

Did Booker just politely friend zone me?

~~~x~~~

"When I invited you over for dinner I was hoping you would actually help me make it," Booker quipped, looking over his shoulder.

I chuckled a little, "Hmm," I hummed, as popped the last bit of cracker that had fromage fort spread across it. "It seemed like you had everything under control," I replied, a smile on my face.

If someone had told me that by the end of this day I would be having dinner with Booker, I would tell them they were crazy, hell I might even laughed at them. Having a cup of tea with Booker is one thing, but to eat dinner together, it's different, more intimate. When Booker invited me over, I had just finished putting away groceries and was about to make dinner myself, but in stepped Booker. It was quite adorable when he asked to have dinner with him, in my opinion. He was clearly nervous, he stumbled over his words a few times. Whether it was because Booker is still a slightly reserved man, which meant doing this was uncharted territory for him or it was the possibility that he also had feelings for me was unclear.

I hoped for the latter.

"Do I now?" Booker asked, turning around and folding his arms across his chest.

My grin widened, "Undoubtedly," I said, with a laugh.

Feeling a bit of cheese on the corner of my mouth, I took my thumb and wiped it off before placing the speck of cheese onto my lips. Booker's eyes darted down to my lips and I had to force myself to keep a straight face as I felt a slight increase in my heart beat from Booker’s lingering gaze.

"Maybe it was just involuntary," I thought.

I picked up my wine glass, "But since you're begging me so much, I guess I have no choice but to help," I joked, standing up from the kitchen chair and taking a sip of the dry wine.

Booker faced the counter again, "Your kindness knows no bounds Livia," he deadpanned, resuming his work on slicing the mushrooms up.

I walked up to him and placed my hand on the back of shoulder, at first his body tensed before his muscles relaxed.

"What would you like me to do Chef Booker?" I questioned, my lips curving into a smile.

He rolled his eyes at the title, but still a smirk made its way onto his face, "Can you chop the broccoli please?" he asked, motioning to the vegetable to the side of him.

"Gladly," I replied, removing my hand from him and placing my glass down.

I moved over to the sink and turned the faucet on, pumping soap into my hands I placed them underneath the warm water, giving them a good scrub. Drying my hands on a towel placed on the sink, I took my place next to Booker and began chopping the stalk of broccoli.

"In the month and a half that I've known you, I've noticed a difference in you,” I stated, still cutting the broccoli up.

Booker glanced over at me, "Like what?" he asked curiously, dumping the mushrooms into a pan on the stove.

"Well for one, you don't look so haggard," I commented, placing my knife down and picking up the cutting board.

"Haggard?" Booker repeated, breathing out a laugh. "Wow, Livia," he chuckled, taking the board from my hands and tipping the broccoli into in the pan as well.

"Wait, let me finish!" I said, laughing myself now. "There's a glow to your skin. I can sense a newfound joy in you, an emotion that you believed would never return," I continued, and from the corner of my eyes I saw Booker still. "And your eyes," I breathed, shaking my head. "Your eyes always conveyed to me of a man who lives in silent misery. Your eyes would say what your mouth would not," I explained, my voice taking on a softer tone. "But now, I can see a small shine, a little glimmer twinkling in your eyes," I finished, turning my head slightly to look at Booker, who seemed to be stock still.

Silence swept over the small room, apart from the sounds of the vegetables in the pan sizzling and the wind outside softly rustling the colorful leaves on the trees. My heart began hammering in my chest, the elongated silence from Booker made me nervous. God, I hope I didn't say anything that offended him.

I cleared my throat and brushed the bangs of my hair away from eyes, "I don't know, maybe I've been reading too many of those poems you suggested," I guessed, chuckling while shaking my head.

A warm, rough hand covered the top of mine and my head snapped up to look at Booker.

"I guess, it's kind of hard to remain gloomy when you have a neighbor that is the personification of a ray of sunshine, annoyingly persistent as she may be," Booker teased, looking down at me with sincereness in his eyes and a small smile gracing his lips.

I playful bumped his arm with my own, "You love it though," I teased back, sticking my chin out.

"I do," he agreed softly, stroking his thumb back and forth across my hand.

The gesture sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps raised on my arms. Booker's exquisite blue eyes were locked with my rich brown orbs. The proximity between us was making it hard to breathe, all Booker had to do was lean his head down a little further and—let me not get ahead of myself.

"More wine?" I squeaked out, trying to regain my breath subtlety.

Booker smirked, almost as if he knew the effect he had on me, "I would love some," he answered, giving my hand a squeeze before removing it to work on the garlic bulbs.

I turned around, a grin on my face as I held my hand against my chest. I made my way back over to kitchen table, a slight spring in my step, to where a bottle of unopened wine was located. Grabbing the corkscrew, I jammed it into the top of the bottle and began twisting the knob a few times until the familiar and gratifying loud pop of a wine bottle being uncorked echoed throughout the room. It startled me, but at the same time a satisfied smile grew on my face until I heard Booker swear loudly behind me. Immediately, I placed the bottle down and turned around to see little red droplets dripping from Booker's fingers and onto the floor.

"Oh my god Booker!" I exclaimed, rushing to his side.

"It's nothing Livia!" he insisted, cradling his bloody hand as he moved towards the sink.

"Nothing?" I repeated, disbelief clear in my face. I moved in front of him and grabbed his wrist to show him the severity of his wound. "Booker, your palm is split wide open!" I pointed out, my tone turning frantic "We need to go to the hospital!" I stated, releasing his wrist and turning around to grab the towel from the sink.

"Livia-"

"Here!" I began, spinning back around to face Booker. "Use the towel to...." I instructed, but slowly trailed off as my eyes widened at what I was witnessing.

My breath began to quicken, becoming shallow as I watched the skin on Booker's palm draw itself back together. The towel fell limply from my hand and onto the floor with a soft thud. Slowly, I raised my hand and covered my mouth in horror as I watched tendon by tendon mend itself, and at that moment I felt my stomach lurch and a strong wave of nausea hit, forcing me to place a hand on my stomach in order to calm it down. The deep laceration on Booker's palm inexplicably became a mere scratch before the scratch itself simply disappeared.

As if Booker never injured himself in the first place.

"What the hell!" I whispered, my eyes still glued to Booker's his hand. The image of his palm knitting itself back together flashed in my mind, making me slightly gag. I lifted my eyes to Booker's who's face had gone ashen and was contorted with unease. "What the hell was that?" I asked, my voice once again not above a whisper, but the panic laced through the question couldn't be clearer.

"Livia, I can explain," Booker stated slowly, reaching his bloody hand out to me and taking a small step in my direction.

My eyes slightly widened again and I recoiled backwards, my back running into the cupboard. I tightly gripped the counter as I watched Booker's shoulders deflate like a balloon losing air, hurt was evident in his eyes at my reaction to him and a sad frown formed on his face. The silence was deafening in Booker's apartment, the only thing I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears. I slid my body along the cupboard, reaching down to snatch my coat from the chair that was next to it.

"I-I need t-to go," I announced shakily, avoiding Booker's stare.

Hurriedly, I moved to the door and made haste of the lock on the door, nearly yanking the door of its hinges as I left.

"Livia, wait!" Booker called, and I thought I heard movement behind me. "Please!" He pleaded.

My hands fumbled around in my coat pocket for my keys, but finally managing to grab them. I nearly sprinted towards my door even though it was only a short distance away. My hands trembled as I inserted the key into my door and jerked the key hard, twisting the doorknob and pushing my door open. I entered my apartment straight away and as I went to shut the door I paused, glancing at the apartment door across from me. Out of nowhere, the sound of glass shattering across the hall made me jump back, causing the door to slam shut louder than I intended it to. I slid the deadbolt lock into place and did the same with the bottom lock, leaning my forehead against the door, closing my eyes.

I flipped around with my back against the door, slowly I slid down the door and covered my face with my hands.

"What the fuck did I just see unfold in Booker's apartment?"

Chapter Five: Avoidance

[koi-has-joy]

Shinso’s Damn Happy Trail

Warnings: 18+, dd/lg dynamics, swearing, smut, etc.

          A/N: Alright! So- This has been in the works for about a month (?) and it’s something I think about daily. This all stemmed from glorious fanart of Shinso (posted at the end) and a fun and very long conversation with one of my lovely muses, Allie ( @queensynderella ).

Allie wrote the parts pertaining to the reader(fem) we traded off in a sort of conversation like writing. This started as RP and became a whole fic. It was really fun to write as a collab and I really appreciate her patience with me as I was learning and doing my best to keep the story flowing and entertaining. I wrote the Hitoshi parts and we both picked out the gif.

     I’m very happy to finally be able to post this in its completion! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3,738

     *shinso walks out of the shower like that and into the hallway* jaw slack, eyes bulging and visibly licking every part of him. "You gonna just stare or?" He snaps in front of your face. "U-uh sorry," you scratched the back of your neck as you averted your eyes "nice urhm package." You tumble over your words. He rests his hand on your shoulder bowing his head so his breath tickles your ear. "Yeah, it would look better without briefs… or with you on top of it." Hot breath fanning across your neck as he softly presses his lips against it. Knees growing weak you shriveled away from him slightly. Standing up straight he gave you a lazy smirk before giving you a once over, biting his lip and walking away. 

      Emitting a heavy sigh you felt your face burn and you looked over your shoulder slightly to watch as his muscles contracted as he walked away. Snapping your face forward you took a deep, shaky breath. Shaking your head you walked into the locker room and prepared to shower. The image of his violet happy trail not leaving the forefront of your mind, even as the water rushed down your body. Gliding your hands along your body you stopped to note the slick that coated your inner thigh, along with the warm water. "Fuck." You muttered to yourself. Looking around the room for any sign of people you delved your hand between your folds gathering some of the slick, at the feeling you began to nod your head back in relaxation and pleasure. Until a large hand grabbed your wrist and stilled your movements. 

"Ah ah ah, what a naughty little kitten."

      Yes sir, I certainly am please punish me. - Allie said this out of character but I wanted to keep it word for word in fic as it was in chat. 

"Eager to take what I give you, kitten?" 

*pouts*

"Daddy doesn't like it when you pout, kitten." 

      "I uhm, Daddy?! The hell are you on about Shin? And uh, this is the um showers and uh…."

"So? Did I say you could touch yourself?"

      "No? It's not my fault, ya know if you didn't strut around like… that!"

"Like what?"

      "Like… some kinda Greek god with your whole self on display and that stupid sexy happy trail… It's a hazard." 

      "A hazard? Just because you don't know how to behave yourself, I'm a hazard? Now kitten, that's silly."

      "I am behaving and can I have my hand back please? I'd like to finish… showering, I yeah." 

"Mmm, maybe. Depends on how good you taste baby." 

"T-taste? W-what do you mean taste?"

      "While I'd love to clean off those fingers for you, I'd prefer it from the source. Now, be a good girl and stay still." Releasing your hand he gets down on one knee in front of your heat. Caressing your inner thigh he parts your legs further. Hot breath fanning against you, he grabs your leg and puts it over his shoulder. Licking softly at your folds before diving between them. 

      "Source what- oohh fuck." You mumble as you slam one hand to the wall next to you for balance, scared of your shaking leg holding your weight, other hand instinctively weaving into his soft purple hair. "S-s-shin, what're you- mmmn."

      Pulling away from your heat he looked up at you with a devilish grin. "Ah, just as I thought. You taste so. fucking. good." Each word was punctuated with a kiss against your clit. Palming himself through his now soaked briefs he winked at you before removing your leg from his shoulder. Standing up he grabbed your chin and pulled you into a shallow kiss before moving across your jaw and down your neck. 

       "I don't- - can't think…" You mutter as your breaths become soft pants, mind clouding over before his lips met yours. You wanted to say something else but your mind went blank the further his lips traveled and a soft moan escaped, one hand still planted on the wall as the other slid along his wet abs. 

       A low growl vibrated against your skin. Biting down harshly on the side of your neck, he pulled his head back and licked his lips. "As much as I would love to continue this," he ran his hands along your sides before wrapping around to cup your ass. " the water is getting cold and my little kitten still needs to get clean." He squished the soft flesh beneath his fingers, drawing you against him. 

      "Fuck." You moaned slowly at his teeth in your neck, eyes fluttering closed for a beat. Another moan escaping as he grabbed at your ass. Eyes cracking open at his words, making you arch a brow. "I don't think clean is, is what you're thinking about…" You whispered staring up at him, very aware of him being flush against you. 

      Pushing your body against his bulge he presses a quick kiss to your nose before his right hand lands a smack on your ass. Putting distance between you both he tracks his fingernails down your sides once more before abandoning your figure. "Be a good girl and finish your shower kitten. And maybe later we can discover how 'nice' my package looks buried in you." Once again he starts to walk away. Looking over his shoulder he warned, "Oh, and good girls don't touch themselves without Daddy."

       "I- - what?!" You blurt, eyes wide as he pulls away, jaw slightly slacked. You were flustered and in disbelief that he could just stop, like that. "I… what if I don't listen, huh?" You hollered after him, half-smirk on your lips before turning back to the now cold water. 

       “Such a little ugh!” She groaned, scrubbing at her body as it shivered at the cold water she was left with now. Doing her best to get clean and rinsed off as soon as possible while half-tempted to finish what she had started before shin had interrupted. “How would he even know?” She mused as she let the water beat the last of the soap off her skin and she sighed, shaking her head and turning the shower off before grabbing her towel and wrapping up. “Just do it when I get to the room.” She mumbled as she padded that way.

      Finally hearing the soft click of the door opening he groaned. “Welcome kitten” He sat up on his forearms as he watched you step into the room. “Did you behave for me?” He arched a brow. 

      She stopped and stared at him on her bed with wide eyes that trailed along his still wet body and her now soaked bedding. “The hell Hitoshi? My sheets are soaked what’re you-?” She gulped, cutting herself off as she got distracted by the material clinging to his toned ass. “Did I get myself off you mean?”

      “By that cute reaction I’m going to take a guess that you didn’t.” Sitting up fully, he ran a hand through his slick hair, pushing it up to its rightful place. “And yeah. Sorry, not sorry about the sheets” He winked at you as he eyed your figure. 

      “What if I did huh?” She quipped, chewing her lip to keep from groaning at his chiseled body, averting her eyes. “I can see you’re not sorry but how am I supposed to sleep on them now Toshi?” She huffed, turning mid-sentence to catch his wink making her cock her head. “ What is with you tonight?”

      Chuckling at your attempt to play it off he looked up at your ceiling. “Ya know, lying is a sin kitten.” Standing up he came towards you. Towering over your frame he smirked at your words. “You’ll be sleeping with me tonight, obviously” He huffed as if you should have assumed. “Nothing is wrong, just… feeling a bit more mean, so to speak” Raising his hand to your shoulder he grazed his fingers along your skin. 

      “You’re a sin.” She grumbled as she tried not to stare at his still wet boxer-briefs clinging to every curve they were supposed to hide. She stared up at him, arching a brow and shivering slightly at his touch. “I… teasing is more the word I was thinking. And sleeping in what sense Toshi?” She asked, biting her lip and holding her arms tight at her sides to resist reaching out for him. 

      “Isn’t teasing, in some sense, just a form of being mean?” His other hand ghosted along your side as he placed his hand on your hip, pulling you into him. “Now that was cute.” He snickered at your question. “I was hoping in both senses. But hey, you can do what you want. You’re a big girl.” The hand from your shoulder moved to your chin. Pinching your chin between his thumb and pointer finger as he tilted your head up toward his. 

      “What you did in the shower was pretty mean now that you mention it.” She shot back with a hint of a grin on her lips, gasping softly as he pulled her close. She snorted softly at his words, leaning up slightly towards his lips. “I thought I was supposed to be doing what I was told, Daddy?”

      “Ah, so my girl does listen.” Placing a soft peck against your lips he pulled back slightly. “Good. I thought I was going to have to teach you a lesson” He dipped his head down to glide his lips along your jaw. 

     “Teach me a lesson, huh?” She asked as her gaze met his, soft groan slipping out at the feeling of his lips on her jaw. She couldn’t fight the urge to touch him any longer, one hand settling on his chest as the other reached up to lightly tangle in his damp hair. “And what if I behave, do I get a reward instead?”

     “Mmm, that can be arranged.” He hummed as he moved into your touch. Eyes looking down momentarily as your hand met his chest. Kissing across your jaw, toward your chin and down your neck he relished in the way you felt against his rough body. 

     “S-shit Toshi…” She muttered breathily as her eyes fluttered closed, leaning into his kisses further as the one on his chest slowly traced his abs. “Thought you were t-taking me to your room?” 

      Stopping in his tracks he took a step back from you. Already annoyed by the absence of your touch he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the door as he moved from the hallways he made his way out of your room. Reaching his door he swiftly opened it and pulled you in. “Tsk tsk tsk. So impatient Kitten.”

      She couldn’t help but grin as they snuck through the halls, freehand clutching her towel tight to her chest and a soft giggle escaping once the door was shut. She looked up at his violet eyes and wound her arms loosely around his waist. “Me impatient? You’ve already teased me *Daddy*, I don’t want to wait.” She murmured in a sultry tone. Throwing him a wink to be cheeky. 

      With a sigh he took a step backward, out of your grip. Taking your hands with his he captured one of them. Leading your hand down to his briefs he had you palming his erection. Hissing at the contact “Maybe.. I’m the impatient one.”

     “Oooh god.” She muttered at feeling his hard cock beneath her hand or the first time, eyes wide as she watched it twitch as she palmed it. SHe glanced up at him, studying his face before curiosity got the better of her and she moved to tug his briefs down enough to let his cock spring free as she gulped at the sight. Licking her lips at the bead of pre at his angry tip. 

      “Ah- fuck” He bit his lip as he watched her movements. “Like what you see kitten?” His hand came down to wrap around its base. “You’re nearly drooling.”

     “Yes.” She blurted almost instantly as she glanced back up at him and bit her lip. “C-can I…?” She asked as she moved closer, fingers sliding along his thighs as she kneeled in front of him with her gaze locked on his.

     Taking a deep breath as he peered down at her his pupils had blown wide, lust-filled deviance played across his features. “I thought you’d never ask” He stroked himself very slowly in front of her face before removing his hand from himself in favor of pushing his still wet hair back. His other hand was scratching lightly at his happy trail as he groaned. 

      A smile flashed on her lips, the movement of his hand drawing her attention back down to his cock. She licked her lips before flicking her tongue in kitten licks against his head as he stroked himself, groaning at the taste of his pre on her tongue. As soon as he moved his hand she wrapped hers around him instead. 

     A low groan left the back of his throat as he watched your movements intently. A low hiss erupted as your hand wrapped around him. “Don’t tease me, Kitten.” his voice was low, husky and intimidating. 

      She gulped at his words, shiver running down her spine. She looked up at him through her lashes as she leaned in to wrap her lips around his cockhead, tongue swirling against it as her hand pumped slowly along the rest. Keeping her eyes on his face as she took as much of his length in her mouth as possible before starting a steady pace of bobbing along his length. 

      Intertwining his fingers in her hair he followed her movements eagerly. The feeling of her warm tongue against his cock made him moan. Tilting his head to the side he eyed her seductively. Hands guiding her actions fluidly. “That’s it, good girl” He praised as he eased his hips into meeting her bobbing head. 

       She groaned against his length at the feeling of his hips bucking forward, slightly gagging as his tip grazed into her throat. She sucked a deep inhale through her nose before releasing her hand and pushing herself down on him until her nose brushed against his purple pubes, a much louder gag sounding as she deepthroated him. 

      “That sounds-” He bit his lip to slightly stifle his moan “so fucking sexy” He used the leverage of his hands to hold her there for a few seconds, relishing in the way her throat constricted around him. 

      Her eyes watering slightly as drool slipped from the corner of her mouth freely. She pulled air through her nose to try and stay down like this for him, tongue pressed flat against the vein on the underside of his length. Another gag making her pull off of him with a soft pop as she gasped for air, moving her hand to stroke him instead. 

     “Fuck, kitten-” He hissed through clenched teeth. Tightening his grip in her hair he tilted her head back for her to meet his gaze. “Guess I was teasing you too much, huh? You’re acting like a cat in heat.”

      “Yes you were, Daddy.” She panted out, emphasizing the last word as she did her best to pout up at him. Her eyes clouded with lust as she let slip a needy little whine, hand still lazily pumping his cock. 

     Smirking down at her he released his hold in her hair in favor of overlapping her hand, guiding her strokes while adding pressure. “I’ll be nicer next time.” He winked down at her with his cheshire grin as a breathless chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest. 

      “N-next time?” She asked, her head tilting slightly as she groaned softly at his hand guiding hers. Her eyes briefly flicking to your cock and back. “What about now, Daddy? Have I behaved enough for a reward?” 

      He growled lowly before he softly spoke. “Mmm- That depends on what you want, kitten.” 

      She shivered at the growl, gulping to try and swallow down the saliva pooling in her mouth. “I want you,” she said as she gazed up at you  with pleading eyes, “I n-need you… to fuck me. To feel y-your cock in me.” 

      Cursing beneath his breath he nodded “I can’t deny you when you beg like that” He removed your hand from his length and helped you to your feet, turning your body he pushed you against the nearest wall.

     She grinned lazily at him, following his lead and pressing her cheek against the coolness of the wall. Instinctively arching her back slightly towards him and taunting him a bit with a wiggle of her hips. 

      His hand gripped your hip tightly while the other guided his cock against your folds, gathering the slick there before lining himself up with your entrance. “Don’t tease me like that kitten.” He whispered against your neck as he leaned over you.

      She mewled feeling your cock tease her folds, arching back into you further. She whimpered at your words and hot breath against her neck. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just want you so fucking bad… please!” She pleaded, bucking her hips against you with a moan. 

      “Your wish is my command” With a sharp, rough thrust he was buried to the hilt in your cunt. Breathing ragged as he tried to control himself. Adjusting his grip on your hip as his other hand weaved into your hair, pulling you back toward him. “Have you been a good girl?” His voice was husky and raw.

      She choked out a moan at being so roughly filled, her hands slipping slightly against the drywall. “F-fuck.” She muttered breathily, another moan escaping as your fist curled into her hair. “I-i think so?” She blurted out, cunt clenching at the words ‘good girl.’

      “From the way you’re clenching around me I’d say you’ve been naughty.” He huffed, dragging himself out from within you almost completely before another sharp thrust sheathed him again. “Such a slutty little kitty.” He licked a stripe along your neck, groaning from his own game, patience already thin. 

      “Maybe I h-have been.” She panted, moaning deeply at the sharp thrust as she bit her lip. “Are you gonna punish your slutty k-kitty Daddy?” She groaned as your tongue met her neck. “S-shit… please, use me Daddy.”

      Sucking harshly on the juncture of your neck he growled against your skin. “My pleasure” His hand came down roughly against your ass before he began a brutal but shallow pace inside you. 

     “F-fuck, Daddy.” She cried out loudly at the smack, whimpering at the rough pace as her clammy hands slipped and pawed at the wall trying to keep herself from bouncing forward too much with each thrust. 

      "that's right kitten, say it louder" the hand in your hair pulling your back against him. He licked the shell of your ear as he landed another smack against your cheek. "Start counting"

      She moaned loudly at the smack, a shudder running through her. “O-one?” She panted out before burying her teeth in her lower lip to try and keep herself focused beyond you pounding into her. 

      He chuckled darkly "Good fucking girl" his voice was just a breathless whisper against your ear. Smacking the same spot again he released his hold in your hair in favor of throwing his arm around to wrap his large hand around your throat, squeezing slightly.

     She couldn’t help the way her cunt clenched again at that phrase, letting out a broken moan. “T-two.” She muttered breathily, groaning at the feeling of your hand around her neck. 

     The wet sounds of him fucking into you began to drive him crazy with lust. Shamelessly moaning into your ear he began to deepen his thrusts, his hand gripping your hip tightly.

      “D-daddy, please…” She whined between moans, fighting the tension building in her abdomen that was being fueled by your moans. “N-need to cum, please c-can I?” She pleaded feeling the knot start to fray more with each rough rut of his hips.  

      The roll of his hips slowing as his thrusts became more harsh, angled at the special spot inside of you. "Yes- fuck, do it" He panted out heavily, groaning at the feeling of your velvety walls. "Cum on my cock kitten"

     “Sh-shit Daddy!” She moaned deeply as you hitting into her g-spot sent her over the edge, her legs shaking as her orgasm crashed through her.

     Hand squeezing the sides of your throat a slew of curses and choked out moans rumbled from deep within his chest as you convulsed beneath him. His hips began to falter as his own release quickly approached.

      “Ngh…” She mumbled, unable to come down from her own high and twitching from the overstimulation and aftershocks as her eyes threatened to roll back. “Are you gonna c-cum Daddy? F-fill me up?”

      "Only if you beg kitten" The words were slurred and frantic. His hips began to piston more swiftly with renewed vigor. 

      “Mmn pl-lease!” She whined out, her own words broken up by choppy moans and heavy pants. “F-fill me up, I n-need it Daddy, puh-lease.”

      Slowing to a near halt his breathing was ragged. Moans slid past his lips as he released inside of you, painting your insides white.

       She groaned softly feeling you cum inside her, eyes clenched shut as she tried to steady both her breathing and her quivering legs. “Holy fuck Toshi….” She muttered, glancing over her shoulder at him.

       Both of his hands softly held and rubbed soft circles into your hips as he rested his forehead on your shoulder, hot breath fanning against your skin. "Fuck..." 

      She chuckled breathily, lazy grin on her lips. “And to think, all because I wanted to take a damn shower tonight and now I’m dirty again.” She teased, groaning softly as she remembered her soaked bed. “You definitely owe me some cuddles in that bed of yours now Toshi.”

      Pulling out of you with a groan he grabbed your shoulder to turn you around, pinching your chin between his fingers to make you look up at him. Mock hurt flashed across his face as he scoffed "What? Dirty? From me? Never." He smiled as he pressed his lips against yours. "All of the cuddles are yours, kitten" he said with a goofy grin. 

NONE OF THE ART IS MINE! I DO NOT KNOW THE ARTIST BUT I THANK THEM

[1987vampire]

First Time for Everything

Fandom: Star Trek. Fits TOS or AOS Relationship: Mirror!McCoy x reader Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: ohhh boy. Smut. Dominant!McCoy, Sir kink, blood kink, choking, fingering, oral (female receiving), cutting, knife play, lotta hickeys, biting, language, etc etc. just a lot of bad stuff lmao.  Request: none. :)  Extra: I’ve been delaying on writing the new chapter of my Lost Boys (1987) fic for this shit so, 

I wasn’t sure how I got into some of the shit I did. I wasn’t sure why the hell I had a crush on the psychotic Doctor McCoy. Either way, I was down in engineering when I fell from the ladder after a security officer thought it would be funny to kick it over, leaving me injured to where I was told to leave and get it ‘checked out.’ Of course, that was said with a sneer from my superior.

After dragging myself to the medbay, one of the nurses sat me down on the bed with a roll of her eyes and a groan. She was smacking gum loudly. Then again, it was hard to find absolutely anyone on here that was mildly happy. That emotion had been lost a long time ago.  

I had been sitting on the bed for a good few minutes, just swinging my legs back and forth, when the doctor entered, tapping away at his PADD. I sat up a bit straighter. I hadn’t even wanted to come here in the first place. I knew what he did to the patients he didn’t like.  

He ignored me for a few moments before looking up and raising an eyebrow. “I haven’t seen you here before.” His voice was gruff and leering in a strange sort of way.  

I tapped my thigh rhythmically as a way to calm myself down, something I knew he took notice to as he stared down at hands. “I try to keep as safe as possible, sir.”

He snorted and nodded. I eyed the knife on his belt before looking away. “So, why are you here now?”

“Security officer decided pushing my ladder over would be hilarious. I think something got embedded in me from when I fell. I landed on something.”  

He sighed through his nose before nodding and stepping around the bed, grabbing a tricorder and a couple of tools that I did not like the sight of. “Lay on your back.”  

I complied quickly, hoping it would be over soon. He paused again, and I felt his one eye scan over me from my feet to my face. Fuck.

He took a step forward. “You don’t have a single scar on you, do you,” he mused as he held the tricorder above my body, reading what it said. “I don’t see one anywhere.” He placed the tricorder back down and picked up a tool. His free hand was placed on my upper thigh, making my breath catch for a moment before I calmed myself.  

“I try to keep as safe as possible,” I repeated, inhaling quickly as I felt tweezers of some sort dig into my skin, enough to where I could feel it but not enough for it to hurt a ton.  

McCoy gave a harsh kind of laugh, and he pulled something out of me. I heard it clink on the table before he pushed the tweezers back in. I knew he had tools that could do this faster, but I also knew he relished in the pain of others. “Well,” he grumbled as he pulled out something else, “you’re definitely going to scar from this.”  

I nodded. “There’s a first for everything I suppose.”  

He grumbled some sort of affirmation and grabbed another tool. He pressed it against my skin, and I hissed as heat closed the wound. “You had two screws pushed deep into your skin. Did you retaliate against the guard?”  

He placed the tool back down as I spoke. “There was no point. It wasn’t going to do anything but get me in more shit. I can’t fight all that well.”

He hummed, his thumb rubbing harshly against my thigh. “Less work for me, I suppose. Though I always love treating most guards. Their pain tolerance is high, I could practically do anything.” His voice rose to a gleeful tone at the last sentence, and my breath hitched again. His smile was beautiful, even if it was a psychotic kind of thing.

I nodded, not moving out of fear and unfortunately a bit of arousal as his hand rose just a bit more. “I’m going to be okay, right, Doctor McCoy?”  

He nodded, his fingers dancing along the end of my skirt. “You’ll be just fine.” His free hand picked up a bit of my hair, twirling it around his fingers. “You know, you’re very beautiful, Miss L/n. I’m very glad to have you in my part of the ship after so long.”  

I gulped, staring up at him. My mouth dried as he licked his lips. “You’re good looking as well, doctor.”

He chuckled. His hand was rising higher, now at my panty line. “Many men on this ship would kill to be in my position right now. You’re on my bed in my medbay with my hand running up your skin. Perfect, unscarred skin.”

My eyes were wide, I knew it, and my breathing was harsh, but I didn’t stop him. No, I could even feel myself getting aroused. “Well, what are you going to do while I’m in here, doctor?” My voice was smaller than I wanted it to be, but it caught his attention, so I couldn’t complain too much.

His lips turned up into a large smile, and he traced the line of my panties. “Depends. Do you want me as much as I want you right now, L/n?”  

I nodded quickly. “Yes, yes, I do.”

He pushed away my panties, pressing two fingers between my folds before bringing them back out. His eyebrow twitched up, and his grin remained on his face as he watched his fingers glisten in the light. “You’re already so wet, and I haven’t even touched you yet. This may be a fun, little afternoon for us, won’t it.”  

I moaned lowly as he pushed his middle finger into me. His movements were slower than I thought they would be like he was testing the waters. I pushed back into his movements, trying to get him to speed up. He complied after pushing a second finger in. “Doctor,” I whined, looking at him as he watched his fingers.  

He chuckled quietly and leaned forward over my face. His breath was hot, and it smelled oddly nice. “Call me sir, darlin’,” he whispered before ducking down to press his lips against mine fiercely. I responded just as fast and groaned as pushed a third finger into me.  

I clenched around his digits, oh so close to my release. “Sir,” I whined against his lips. “I’m gonna cum.”

As soon as I finished the sentence, he pulled his fingers out and pressed his lips against mine for a short kiss. “Not so fast. Open your mouth.”  

I opened my mouth just a bit, and he pressed the fingers that were just in me against my lips before sliding them in, letting me taste myself. I moaned around his fingers and flattened my tongue before licking all the way up his fingers. He seemed to like that because he groaned out a soft ‘fuck’ and pressed deeper into my mouth, making me choke.  

He held them there for a second longer before pulling them out and pressing his lips to mine once again. His hands moved down and gripped my waist, and he swiftly moved me so my legs were dangling off the bed. Then, he grabbed the back of my thighs as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he picked me up. 

I pulled away from his lips for a moment to breathe, and he slammed my back against the wall as he moved to press mouth against my neck, kissing, sucking, and biting as he went. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer to me, and he responded by biting my shoulder harshly, drawing blood. I let out a loud, pornographic kind of moan.  

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk back to work, and then maybe we’ll place some new scars on your skin to show where you were.”  

I whined loudly as he bucked his hips against mine. “Please, sir, please!”

“Please, what, darlin’? Are you enjoying the thought of me fucking you? Maybe the idea of me pressing a blade to the skin right here,” he squeezed my waist with one hand, “until you’re begging me to stop. Maybe the thought of both at once. Oh, that would be a fun time, wouldn’t it.”

I nodded quickly, breathing heavily as I leaned forward to kiss him. It was heavy, full of lust, and I pulled away after a few moments. “Please, use me as you want, sir. I’ll do anything.”

His face lit up in that psychotic grin again, and he leaned forward to drag his lips against my jaw before he bit the skin there. He was determined to leave as many marks as possible, it seemed. “Then, we need to move back to the bed.” I whined, but he shushed me with a bite to my throat. “But first, I want to try something.”  

With a quick push, I was suddenly much higher on the wall with my thighs on either side of his face and my hands gripping his hair. “Sir,” I breathed out as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, “what’re you-” I cut myself off with a loud moan as McCoy dived forward and licked a broad stripe up my cunt.  

He let out a grumbly kind of laugh and wrapped his lips around my clit, gripping my thighs a bit tighter. I took fistfuls of his hair and tugged harshly. He groaned against me and one of his hands reached up and grabbed at my clothed breast. He pulled away from me, looking up at me with hooded eyes. “Take off your shirt.”  

I quickly pulled it off along with my bra, and his hand immediately grabbed at the new skin. He pressed himself back to me again, directing his attention to my clit so much that I was brought to the brink of an orgasm yet again only for him to pull away as I began to arch my back and grip his hair tighter.  

I whined again, this time louder than the last, but he ignored me, pressing his lips to the inside of my thigh, sucking hickeys languidly instead. After my breathing had returned to normal besides the soft moans I let out from his ministrations, he slowly let me down. My legs were already shaky, something that made him laugh a bit as I had to wrap my arms around his neck to stay standing.  

He led me over to the bed and threw me onto it. My legs were hanging off, but I was comfortable enough. He gave me a quick once-over before walking away and toward the drawers he had set up on the opposite side of the room. He rummaged through his stuff, humming some sort of melody under his breath as he searched.  

I waited in anticipation, and when he finally came back, I looked at the scalpel resting in his hands. He twirled it between his fingers as he slotted himself between my legs, rocking forward to buck his hips into mine. “I want to fuck you so hard. You felt so good against my fingers. I can’t imagine what my cock must feel like.”  

I hummed quietly and arched my back. “I’m yours, sir. Use me as you will.”

He liked that answer, I noted as he bucked his hips into mine again, this time harder. I could feel his erection. “I plan on it, darlin’.”

He placed the scalpel down on my stomach, and I shuddered from how cold it was. Then, he stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head, and then, he shoved his pants down his legs, letting his cock spring free. Next, he grabbed my skin and underwear and pulled them down in one quick movement, leaving both of us in only our boots. It was something that made me feel even more naked than if they were off.  

He slid back into his spot, and his cock pressed against my entrance easily. He grabbed the scalpel again, and I held my breath as he cut across my hip just enough to draw blood while using his other hand to guide himself into me. The sensation of pain and pleasure overcame my senses as he snapped his hips into mine, filling me completely.  

With his now free hand, he trailed up my body before gripping my throat harshly, cutting off enough air to make me gasp. He snapped his hips again, dragged out almost all the way, and snapped again. As he did so, he made a cut against my hips and stomach. From what I could feel, it was patterns, some line deeper than others, but all following some sort of design.  

I couldn’t think properly from everything going on. I couldn’t breathe, but I could breathe just enough. I was hurting all over, but the pleasure seemed to override it all. I couldn’t remember a time where I ever felt like this, and it was thrilling.  

With each snap of his hips, slash of his knife, and moan from me, I could feel myself reaching my orgasm finally after getting pulled away from it twice. “Sir,” I yelled out, “please, can I cum. Please, please, please, please, please.”

He sped up his movements and grunted out an affirmation. I let out a scream that I knew a good portion of the people around the medbay would hear before cumming. His grip tightened against my throat to where I couldn’t breathe at all, and he dug the blade in particularly deep. Then, his hips stuttered, and he let out a quiet groan as he came.  

I was gasping for air, my hands gripping the one on his throat, but he didn’t pay me any attention as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He squeezed my neck tighter for a moment before letting go completely.  

I gasped loudly, letting my senses return to me. I collapsed against the bed and closed my eyes, trying to let my thoughts reel back. My head was spinning.  

I heard McCoy pull his pants back up and place the scalpel in a dish before grabbing something else. I opened my eyes as he slotted himself back between my legs. He was holding a tool, and when he pressed it against my skin, it tingled in a strange sort of way. I didn’t look down yet, though. I wanted to look at myself in a mirror when he was done, not like this.  

McCoy was humming that song again as he worked, and as I watched his face, I noticed how he looked proud of what he did and almost content. His face was relaxing in a way that I had never seen. It was nice.  

When he was finally done, he stood still for a moment and admired me. “I think I prefer you more with the scars.”

I gave him a stupid little smile and lolled my head to the side while still looking at him. “You sure marked me good, doc.”

He nodded and leaned down to kiss me again. “Call me Leonard when we’re not fucking.”

“So this will happen again?” My tone was more hopeful than I meant it to be.  

He nodded. “Darlin, now that I have you, I’m not lettin’ go.” I practically preened at the attention, my back arching in a way that showed I was proud.  “Now, why don’t you go admire my artwork.”  

Leonard pulled me off the bed, holding me steady with his arms around my waist as we faced a mirror on the wall. I froze, staring at the marks on me. I traced them with my finger as I stared at myself. It was a pattern after all. Some sort of swirling pattern that went up my right side from my hip to right before my breasts. It then trailed left but didn’t even make it halfway across my stomach like he wanted to save the rest of the space for another time, which was probably true.  

He stood behind me and placed his hand over mine, stopping me tracing. “Do you like it,” he questioned.  

“I love it, and I can’t wait for more.”

Leonard chuckled and kissed my neck again. The hickeys and bite marks there were already incredibly prominent, and I smiled at myself in the mirror.  

When I finally returned back to engineering, nobody talked to me, and nobody bothered me again. I knew they wouldn’t dare. After all, accidents happened quite a bit on the ship, and if you weren’t careful, you’d end up in Doctor McCoy’s office, and Doctor McCoy happened to have a small list of people he’d love to experiment on.  

[lovehugsandcandy]

Fire in the Car  (Colt x MC, N*FW)

A/N: Part 3. Follows from Fire on the Floor and Fire in the Bed (I apologize for my lack of creativity in titles). Ok, listen y’all…don’t yell at me because they finally touch in this one!?! OK?!? My Ellie here is more adventurous than canon; canon Ellie might steal cars but your girl here just wants to get laid, am I right?

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD

Length: 3861 words

Rating: N*FW/Explicit (Still need religion. This is a dirty story, people hook up. Don’t read if you have eyes, which no one paid attention to anyways, etc. etc. etc.)

Summary: Colt finally gets his hands on Ellie.

The dreams wouldn’t stop. Her subconscious was apparently trying to make sure she that she wouldn’t, couldn’t focus on anything else, only able to feel flashes of heat, pleasure, hands sliding all around her body to draw out the sweetest moans, a body in front of her, behind her, all around her, bringing her to the height of pleasure before she woke up, shaking, drenched in sweat with slick leaking down her thighs.

They had been happening for days now and, after the fifth night in a row, she was desperately unfulfilled and cranky and frustrated. She slowly sat up, careful not to wake Logan on the couch, and crept to the break room, still trembling from the intensity of the dreams.

The cold water was a blessing, splashed over her face to dispel the heat, and she leaned against the sink, clutching a glass of it. She needed to get herself under control, silently berating herself, rolling her eyes at the foolish girl she had become. She was so distracted that she didn’t notice the footsteps until it was too late, until Colt was walking in the room and stopping short at the sight of her.

“You’re awake too?” She coolly looked across the room at the reason for her sleepless nights, willing her cheeks not to blush. He looked just like he did in her dreams, cocky, smug, but watching her with an air of confident interest that gave her butterflies. 

He shrugged, raising an eyebrow at her. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Rude. You always so nosy?” She scoffed and took a sip of the water, trying to cool herself down, separate herself from her subconscious thoughts. “Maybe I was having nightmares.”

“Oh that’s too bad.” His eyes darkened and the look he gave her made her stomach dip. “I would hope you would have nice dreams. Good dreams. The best kind of dreams.”

She breathed out slowly, through her nose. He was impossible. “Colt-”

“Maybe I was having some nice dreams.” 

She choked on her water. 

“What?” He only smiled, wider, and walked closer. “You don’t want to know about my dreams?”

She knew her face was bright red now and she looked away, focusing on the moon out the window. It was nearly full, casting the room in a pale glow, making Colt’s eyes gleam when she finally turned back to him.

“I was going to go back to bed but I think it would be much more fun to tell you about what I was dreaming about, Ellie.” His smile was predatory, lips curving into a smirk as he moved even closer. She would have backed up but couldn’t, the sink right behind her. “Spoiler alert, you’re in them. In a lot less clothing.”

“I’m getting a little sick of your games.” She could feel her hands starting to shake and put her glass on the counter, never breaking eye contact with him.

“I am so far from playing right now.” He watched her through his lashes, considering. “Was I playing the other night? When you were in my bed?”  Another step closer. “When I watched you move so I could remember it for later?”

She met his eyes head on, crossing her hands over her chest. “I think your mouth is making promises you can’t keep.”

“I think you’ll find that my mouth can keep every single promise I’ve made.” He smirked, one side of his lips lifting reflexively as he took a step closer, eyes burning as they traced from her eyes down her her lips and back up, a slow smolder that made Ellie’s stomach clench and dip.  “And then some.”

She couldn’t stop the gasp that fell from her mouth as he leaned over, resting his hands on the counter behind her, caging her in, mere inches between them. Ellie couldn’t help but lean back as his eyes bored into hers, all intensity and heat, so close she could see every single lash surrounding his dark gaze. They hung in the moment, staring at each other, and Ellie couldn’t move if she tried.

Finally, Colt leaned back and, eyes making one last sultry sweep down to her lips, the rest of her body, back up again, shot her a wink before walking away, disappearing back into the darkness of the shop.

When she was finally able to inhale and the fog was finally lifted from her brain, she only had one thought.

Oh hell no.

She darted around the pool table, as quickly as she could move on tiptoes, willing her feet to be silent as she made her way to the shop floor. She could barely see him, in front of her, broad shoulders navigating around the cars and toolboxes. She broke into a sprint, following the same path, catching up to him halfway across the floor and clamping her hand onto his forearm, spinning him to face her.

“Wait a min-” The words died on her lips as she caught sight of his face, illuminated by a patch of moonlight through the window, glowing in the dark room. He looked shocked and she watched as his gaze traveled down to his arm, where she was clutching his soft skin between her fingers.

She gasped despite herself when she realized. Other than their kiss, other than that slide of lips amidst the pleasure in his room, in his bed, this was their first touch. It seemed so pedestrian; it was just an arm under her hand, wrapped around skin and muscle and bone. But her nerves, the shock that went through her and settled in the base of her spine? She might as well been touching a live wire. She let go, watching his arm fall to his side.

She couldn’t breathe as they watched each other, Colt looking as surprised as she felt. 

Finally, he broke the silence, a murmured “Ellie” falling from his lips as he stepped forward, curving his hand around her jaw and pulling her lips to him. It was softer than the last time, sweeter, his lips folding over hers as his other hand cupped her waist, holding her steady. They stayed like that, their lips mapping each other’s, until Ellie had to pull back for oxygen.

She could only grin as he looked down at her, his eyes wide, cheeks flushed. “You do want me, don’t you?”

“You thought otherwise?” The whisper was incredulous; he was still holding her face, thumb tracing the hinge of her jaw.

She looked away, eyes tracing a crack in the floor. “I mean, you wouldn’t touch me. You wouldn’t-”

He grabbed her waist, hands rough, pulling her to him so their hips met. “There. Can you feel how badly I want you?" 

The moment had been sweet but now, feeling his hips roll against hers, that sweetness turned to heat, cascading through her body. All she could do was nod, struck mute.

"I’ll show you how bad I want you.” His jaw clenched and then his hands were in her hair, pulling her forward so their lips met again and Ellie lost the ability to form rational thought, his teeth and tongue demanding her full attention.

He backed her into the nearest car, hands solid and insistent on her waist, his lips never leaving hers. She kissed him like her life depending on it because it did, it did; she would combust into a shower of ash if she couldn’t feel the strands of hair between her fingers, his teeth gently pulling her lower lip, his hips pressed into hers so she could feel how much he wanted her. She couldn’t stop the moan from her throat and would have flushed at the wanton noise if she weren’t so busy trying to pull him closer, hands fisted in his shirt, trying to get him closer than the laws of physics would allow, so they would occupy the same space and breathe the same air and finally be connected in the way she had only dreamed about.

She was trapped between him and the car, unable to move as his lips traced a fiery path up her jaw, stopping to lavish attention on her neck before worrying the sensitive skin behind her ear.

“Fuck, I wanna fuck you right here.” His voice was hoarse and low, puffs of breath sending tingles down her spine.

She answered by grabbing his hips and pulling them together in a slow grind, feeling him twitch against her as the friction made her whine, high in her throat. She felt his hands respond by edging up to grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and throwing it, lost in the darkness, as he bent his head to lavish attention on a nipple, the play of his tongue and scrape of his teeth making her cry out. She could feel the glass and metal on her bare back, the chill a marked comparison to the heat in front of her, his hands and mouth scorching her from the outside in.

She was about to cry out again, to demand he make good on his words and take her right here, when her eyes flew open. Footsteps. Somewhere from downstairs, heading this way. Crap.

Ellie watched as Colt’s eyes widened and he pulled her a step from the car, opening the door. She was still in a fog and let herself be hustled into the backseat as Colt shut the door behind them and draped himself over her, trying to stay out of sight of the windows. It was a tight fit, both of them in the back seat, her legs squished to the side to make make room for Colt to crouch over her.

“What the-”

Ellie trailed off as she could hear, distinctly, whistling, coming from the doorway to the shop. She craned her neck to peer out a window, but Colt pulled her down again.

“Shhhhh.”

“Who is it?”

He only looked at her, eyebrow raised, before ducking his head to suck her nipple into his mouth again, tongue making her nerves dance. Ellie gasped and then quickly covered her mouth with a trembling hand, trying to muffle the sound.

“Does it matter who it is?” Colt looked up through his lashes, between the valley of her breasts.

Ellie shook her head desperately, hand still over her mouth. She could still hear the footsteps outside, the whistling. Someone was heading towards the shop floor.

He grinned, teeth a wicked gleam in the dark. “Can you be quiet, Ellie?”

Without waiting for an answer, he slid back to her nipple, teeth and tongue again leaving sparks on her skin as she realized what he was doing. “Wait, but-”

One more grin and he moved lower, lips teasing her stomach before his hands reached her waistband. She shifted so he could pull off her pants, one leg at a time, leaving her completely bare and trembling in the back seat. He stopped to look at her, eyes traveling up and down her body like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to look first. Any embarrassment she felt died as she watch the heat in his eyes, the way he bit his lip, crouching in the limited space at her feet. 

“God damn, sweetheart.” Colt’s tongue edged out to wet his lower lip. “You make me regret not getting my hands on you ‘til now.”

“Oh my God, then do something about it, please.” She couldn’t help pleading, the words slipping from her lips.

“Shhh!” The whistling was still there, footsteps echoing on the concrete. Ellie tried to catch her breath, quiet the sound; it wasn’t working.

Colt smirked at her and grabbed her ankle, slow hands tracing a delicious path up her calf, under the sensitive spot behind her knee. She moaned as his hands reached the back of her thighs, every touch on the sensitive skin there sparking heat up her spine.

He raised his eyebrows, voice low and rough. “That was a sexy noise.” Without waiting for a response, he ducked his head, lips and tongue finding her inner thigh and tracing patterns over her skin as her head fell back and she tried unsuccessfully to silence the moans the were coming out. Slowly, so slowly that she almost thought she was imagining it, his tongue moved up her leg, edging closer and closer as her back arched, desperate for some kind of relief.

“Please, Colt…please.” She couldn’t stop the whimper. However, he only sat up with a smirk. Ellie blinked up at him, confused. “Wait, no…”

Without waiting for another word, Colt bent again, grabbing her ankle and tracing the same path up her other leg, hands sliding over her skin, followed by his lips and tongue. Ellie moaned; now that she knew what was coming, her muscles tensed in anticipation as his tongue made his way higher and closer and she couldn’t breathe.

As soon as she felt his tongue touch her, oh God right there, she moaned, forgetting where she was, forgetting when she was, God forgetting everything except the feel of his tongue and lips on her.

“Hello?” It was Toby, on the shop floor, somewhere behind them. Crap.

Ellie’s hand flew back to her mouth again but Colt only smiled, lips slowly spreading over her skin as his tongue continued to dance. Her breath was coming faster, lungs struggling to get oxygen through her fingers, but she didn’t dare remove her hand, not when Colt’s tongue was moving just so, every move shooting pleasure through her body.

She was hot, trembling, and she could feel every touch as if it were amplified. Colt’s lips closed around her clit and she keened at the sudden suction, back arching off the seat of the car.

“Shhh….” Colt raised his eyebrows at her. “My mouth has promises to keep and I’d rather not be interrupted.”

“Hello?”

Toby was closer now; she could hear movement outside the car and bit the flesh of her palm to keep in the noises, the obscene sounds falling from her mouth. Colt didn’t seem fazed at all, tongue and lips and suction bringing her to tears, streaks slowly rolling out of her eyes into her hairline.

“Hello?” Toby was still there, voice breaking through the fog. “Uh…is this a shirt?”

Colt chuckled, low and soft against her skin, and eased a finger inside of her, a gentle slide into her body, then another, a slow stretch teasing her as his thumb danced on her clit. “Do you think he’ll hear you?”

“Huh?” Her brain wasn’t working; nothing was making sense except for his hands on her body.

“If I get you to scream, he’ll definitely hear you.” His fingers were still moving inside her, stretching her; when he hit the spot that made her legs twitch, a dull thump against the car door, he caught her eye with smug smile on his face. “And I really want to get you to scream.”

“Colt, oh God.”

“Hello?” More footsteps, closer still. “Is someone here? Or something?” She could see his shadow, moving around the floor, passing the car.

Colt winked and returned to the task at hand, fingers toying with the right spot with stunning accuracy as his lips and tongue descended onto her. She could feel the heat building, tears trailing down her face, and was shaking, both with pleasure and with the effort of keeping quiet, of not making a single sound. Both her hands were clutched over her mouth but she could hear the gasps, the shaky breaths.

More footsteps, this time moving away from the car, thank God. Ellie bit her lip, hard; she couldn’t hold it in for much longer as Colt fucking played her body like a goddamn instrument. Her legs were shaking and all it took was one last circle of his tongue, one last scrape of a callused thumb inside her and she was a goner, completely unable to hold back the breathy moan that poured out from between her fingers, teeth buried deep in her lip painfully.

When she came back to herself, he was caressing her, hands stroking calming patterns over her sides, her legs, as he watched her, smile playing on his lips. He knelt over her to give a gentle kiss to her thigh, then stomach, then neck. Logically, Ellie knew she was lying in the backseat of the car but it felt like she was floating, limbs suspended in space and waiting to come back to earth.

“Don’t you dare move. Don’t move a muscle.” Colt pulled away and Ellie almost moaned at the loss. “I’ll be right back.”

Ellie could only sputter, incredulous, as Colt opened the door behind him and slid out, shutting it behind him softly and sliding through the shop floor. She was too shocked to move but realized where he was going when she heard voices. Colt and Toby were talking, hushed, and she could hear snippets of the conversation, not enough to tell what was going on. Then footsteps, moving away from the car, into the backroom. Then silence. She was alone.

“What?” Ellie whispered to herself and looked around the dim car, absolutely confused, trying to figure out what had happened. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wonder long because the door opened again and Colt ducked back in, clutching her shirt.

She didn’t miss the way his eyes gleamed as he looked her over. “Damn. I’m glad you’re still here.” He melted over her and his lips found hers again, tongue swiping over her lips, soothing the spot she bit when she came. It took everything she had to pull back, still clutching the strands of his hair.

“Where did you go?”

Colt moved to her neck, lips teasing their way to behind her ear. “I was worried he would never leave so I told him I couldn’t sleep and would watch Blown Gasket with him. Again.” His tongue was tracing patterns behind her ear as she struggled to focus on the words.

“What?”

“I even told him he could talk throughout the movie.” His lips trailed down, teasing her nipple again before smirking at her. “The things I do for you.”

“Wait but…we…” He was at her naval now, teeth teasing her sensitive skin.

“One thing first.” Lower still and she had to stifle a moan as his tongue found its target, fingers sliding inside of her. Ellie could only let her head fall against the seat and squeeze her eyes shut. “One more.”

“Huh?” He was muffled, mouth against her; she could feel the breath as he spoke, the raspy puffs of words a contrast to the heat of his mouth.

“One more. You’re so hot when you cum.”

“What?”

He didn’t answer, didn’t need to answer, as his tongue danced around her clit again and the breath left her lungs.

“What about- oh God- Colt, what about-”

His eyes flashed as he looked up. “Don’t you dare say anyone else’s name right now.” His fingers started moving faster and she didn’t think she remembered her train of thought, didn’t think she could form a sentence. He was on a mission and all she could do was hang on.

“Colt-”

“Fuck, I love how you say my name, that fucking moan, fuck.” And with that, he couldn’t say anything else as his mouth was covering her, tongue and lips sliding up her slit to her clit and she couldn’t do anything but moan his name and ball her hands into fists and writhe as the pleasure brought her higher and higher until she broke into a million tiny pieces that she would never be able to fix.

When she came back to earth, he was watching her, smug smile softening into fondness as he considered her.

“I have to get back.”

She felt a pang of disappointment, willing her shaky arms to reach for him as she sat up.

“Oh, your clothes.” Everything had fallen away, somewhere buried in the car, and Ellie sat up as Colt fished her things off the floor. Her eyes widened as she realized that he was helping her into them, sliding the fabric over her head, hands gentler than she ever thought possible. She leaned into the touch as his hands drifted down her neck, her arms, her legs as he helped with her pants.

It was almost as if he was making up for lost time, trying to get his fill; now that his fingertips had finally graced her skin, it seemed he didn’t want to stop, couldn’t pull away from her.  

He was still looking at her, taking her in, when she realized that he had never gotten off, had never even taken his clothes off. Before she could reconsider, she moved, sliding into his lap, pushing him back against the seat, getting so close she could feel every inch of him under her. He was still hard; she could feel him against her under the layers of fabric, and she moved closer so their hips met, harder. 

Colt’s hands tightened around her hips as his head dropped back. “Ellie, fuck, what are you doing?”

“Turn about is far play, Colt.” She kissed his neck, up to his ear, teasing his earlobe with her teeth. “Maybe I want to show you how it feels.”

“Fuck.” His hips were moving against hers, desperately seeking friction. She bent her head to kiss him, hard, tongue twining together. She could taste toothpaste and her, still on his tongue, and it made her deepen the kiss in appreciation of what his tongue could do.

When she heard his low moan, pulled from his chest, she pulled away, swinging her leg over him to slide out of the car, looking back at him with a smirk. “Don’t you have a movie to watch?”

She could only smile to herself as she sauntered away, trying to file the image of him gaping like a fish into her memory, when a hand on her forearm spun her and his lips crashed into hers. She threw her arms around his shoulders as he backed her again into the car.

“Now you’re playing games.” His voice was low, quiet.

“No games.” She pulled back to look at him, dead in the eyes. “Fuck me.”

He swallowed, hard, licking his lips as he struggled to keep his composure. “Fuck. Ellie, damn, I gotta go.”

“No, not now. Tomorrow night.” She watched his eyes widen. “We can do the real thing, instead of just dreams.”

He couldn’t speak, could only kiss her again, tongue demanding entrance to her mouth, hands twining in her hair, body long and hard against her. She couldn’t decide if she was being brave or stupid but, as she pulled him close, she realized that maybe she didn’t care.

“Colt?” Toby’s voice rang out across the shop and Colt jumped back, eyes wide. His hair was mussed, shirt wrinkled, and she felt a flash of pride at being the one to upset his equilibrium.

He glanced towards the break room one last time and nodded, resolutely.

“Tomorrow.”

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