#scotty smut

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The Paper (Epilogue)

You hadn’t yet responded to Scotty’s texts, however, that did not stop her from showing up at your door. After Nakia’s gathering, she had a long shift ahead of her that prevented her from spending the night with you. She eagerly waited you to come greet her. A part of her considered letting herself in, but she didn’t want to creep you out. She smiled to herself imagining that you were probably sleeping late. It was still the weekend after all. 

This thought ended when the door finally opened. Scotty felt attacked when she saw who stood before her. Shuri blinked before shaking her head with a chuckle. She even smiled, noticing her presence offended the other woman. Scotty disgustedly took in the sight of the professor who was clad in a satin black pajama set. It didn’t take a genius to follow that Shuri had spent the night with you instead. 

“Here for Y/N?” Shuri asked with a friendly tone and sickly sweet smile to match. Her visage dropped, however, when Scotty walked past her and into the home. 

“Y/N.” The sound of your name on Scotty’s lips sounded like a command. Just as she bounded the staircase, she found you at the top of it. Shit, you thought. Exhaling, you met Scotty where she was, concerned to find that she was shaking. You looked at Shuri who was watching you both closely. She tilted her towards the door as if silently asking if you wanted Scotty gone.

“You must love hurting me,” Scotty said, tears cascading, hands unclenched. 

“Scotty—“ 

You felt awful seeing her cry over you.

“No,” Scotty bit out in a watery voice. “I’m done with you. Never speak to me again, Y/N.” She turned around and glowered at Shuri all over again. “You two deserve each other!”

“Thank you,” Shuri nodded, smiling. 

Scotty lunged at her. Shuri was fast to step back. Gasping, you pulled Scotty back towards you. 

“You need to chill! I know you’re upset, but that ain’t cool—“ You tried to tell Scotty, who sobbed now. You sighed to yourself and frowned at the whole thing. 

 Even though she almost put her hands on Shuri, you refused to let her leave in this fragile, seemingly unstable state. You waited until she calmed down, a little surprised that she let you stroke her back. 

“What?” You looked at Shuri who was eyeing you in amusement. 

“You’re a saint,” she replied.

“No. I’m not.” You sighed. “Scotty, I’m sorry. I understand if you don’t want  to be friends anymore…I’m gonna miss you.” 

“So you really are choosing her.” 

“I don’t know, Scotty, I can’t predict the future. If I could, I would be with both of you.” You flushed, realizing what you just said.  To say you felt embarrassed would be an understatement. “Forget what I just said.” 

“Own it,” Shuri said, coming towards you. 

You playfully rolled your eyes. Scotty’s gaze on you was felt, however, you were reluctant to make eye contact with her.

“It’s normal to be attracted to multiple people,” said Shuri, reclaiming your attention. Your warning stare made her laugh. “Relax, babe. I meant everything I said to you. You are more than enough for me. I am spoiled.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her charming words. It vanished, though when you looked at Scotty again, who was still melancholy, yet pensive.

“Do you think I’m weird?” You questioned her.

She gave a delayed shake of her head no. She had questions of her own. “Do you mean that? A part of you wants to be with me?”

“Absolutely,” You answered without hesitation. “It hasn’t been easy to choose. The both of you reel me back in every time.” You sighed. “So unfair.”

“What’s fair, when you drive the both of us crazy?” Shuri responded. “You had Scotty ready to attack me.”

You giggled and even Scotty smiled a little. 

“I don’t want to share,” Scotty asserted. 

“Neither do I. But wouldn’t you rather have Y/N at all?”

Scotty gulped. Of course did. She has fantasized about it at length. She knew what it was like to have you next to her in bed, but not on top or under. It was only in her dreams that she had your full heart and body.

“Shuri…?” You said, trying to figure out her mind. Was she implying what you thought? 

Shuri ignored you and addressed Scotty instead. “You need to release all of that tension. Don’t you?”

Scotty blushed through her chocolate skin, unable to tear her eyes from your breasts. “I’m not a perv,” she grumbled at the last second. 

You laughed and smiled at her. “No, you’re human, Scotty. A quite sexy one.” You glanced at Shuri to see her reaction, a burning smirk on her visage.

“I…thanks,” said Scotty, her shyness preventing her from meeting your eyes. 

You felt Shuri come behind you making you bite your lip when she rested her hand on your side. “Do you want her?” She asked you seductively. Your eyes were pinned on Scotty who now was glaring at you with desire. 

“I didn’t hear you, princess,” said Shuri, gently squeezing where her hand lay. “Do you want her?”

You whimpered in response. “Shuri, please.”

“I will let you have your fun. That’s how much I love you.” You turned towards the professor who genuinely peered at you. 

“You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

She hummed a chuckle, leaning in to peck your neck. “Scotty, you have my permission to touch Y/N.”

Scotty scoffed but didn’t go anywhere. You beckoned her, not wanting to necessarily move from Shuri, whose front was pressed against your back. 

“Scotty, come here,” You asserted. “Unless you don’t want this.” 

“Kinky,” Shuri whispered, rubbing your hips. 

Reluctantly, you removed her hands from you, thinking it would lure Scotty to you. It worked. Scotty took two measured steps towards you. You lightly chuckled and tugged the thick plaid of her shirt. Slowly, you trailed a hand up her stomach to her cleavage. 

“Oh, mercy,” she whispered softly, closing her eyes briefly. She wanted and needed to see you. She looked torn and aroused at once. You guided her hands to your chest, producing a gentle gasp from Scotty. Feeling her cup your boobs turned you on beyond belief. To have innocent Scotty do something so racy was so hot. The two of you leaned in, sharing an uninterrupted heated kiss. Scotty moaned into it as your chilly digits grazed her smooth skin under her shirt. This made her kiss you hungrily. Your shorts came down, revealing a growing wet patch through your panties. You were dizzy with arousal as Scotty traced your wetness with her fingers. If that felt pleasurable you could only imagine how euphoric it’d feel for her to use them in you. 

“Do that again,” you requested.

Her eyes glimmered in joy and she eagerly did so, this time touching you slower and firmer. “I can smell you,” Scotty smiled, her lips molding against yours once more when you kissed her.

A moment later you felt a draft against your now exposed pussy. Scotty guided you to sit down on the armchair. You parted your thighs for her, in which she nuzzled your stomach. She felt you caress her hair, which gave her confidence.

“You gonna eat me, Scotty?” 

She made a wanton noise before nodding and taking your clit between her lips. You were oozing and she loved every second. She pushed her tongue in deep, absorbing your sweet juices and swirling it around.

Your praises spurred her on. She started this routine of flicking your clit with her tongue and then stuffing it in and out of your weeping hole over and over. 

Scotty was proud when she made you come. You tried to kiss her back as you caught your breath. She was pleased at having this affect on you. She buried her head in your neck. “You taste wonderful.”

That made your clit jump. You pushed her against the chair this time and immediately started undressing her. She glanced over at Shuri who was touching herself on the couch. 

“Ohmygod,” Scotty breathed out and moaned long when you touched her dripping core. Her hips bucked and she whined. “Pleasepleaseplease, Y/N…”

“Please what? Want me to stop?” You taunted, pulling her clit.

“No, no! Please don't stop. Keep going,” she managed, raising her hips. 

“I have something I’m sure you’ll like even more than my fingers, Scotty. Do you wanna see?”

She whimpered in response. You winked at her and pecked her hardened dark nipples. Then you straddled her and angled your forms so your pussies touched, letting the feeling simmer.

You gripped her hair as you grinded your sopping wet sex onto hers, moaning her name. She gripped your waist and cried out at the overwhelming friction. “Y/N!”

You felt a kiss pressed onto your back. Shuri watched deeply as you dragged your pussy over Scotty’s, the pair of you soaking the leather furniture. 

“You ride her pussy so well, entle,” Shuri told you, making you loudly groan and gush all over the humping young woman beneath you. 

You restrained Scotty’s hands as you rocked your hips through your release. That drove her crazier, making her cry out. She thrashed below you, thighs quivering, as you felt her splatter.

“The poor girl needs a break,” Shuri said. You turned your head, meeting Shuri’s lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Shuri lifted you up, causing you to wrap your legs around her as your tongues dueled. She took you upstairs and placed you on your bed. 

“Did you enjoy the show?” You asked her partially flirting.

“Did I.” Shuri eyed you seductively as she got undressed and strapped up. “Now I need you to ride me.” She might have said that, but once you straddled her, she took control, pumping your pussy with the endowed shaft. “My girl is so greedy…riding pussy, then riding dick…” 

Scotty appeared as you bounced on the professor. She watched you enjoy the dick pummeling your insides. 

You clenched around the swollen mass as you coated it with your cum. 

“Slowly lift up,” Shuri instructed you. All three of you watched the string of sticky cum. Shuri then slapped the tip of the engorged member against your folds. She chuckled as you grabbed her hands. “Too much, baby?”

Instead of answering verbally, you bit her neck and she wiggled around, penetrating you once more. Your toes curled as you were stretched out so soon after. “Scotty, come here,” you called to the girl who was dripping in large amounts.

Shuri rolled over, kissing your jaw and squeezing and tapping the globes of your ass. “Turn over.” 

You obeyed and motioned for Scotty to sit on a pillow. You smiled to yourself when she spread her moist legs. She winced in pleasure at the very first lick you gave her sex. As Shuri fucked into you, your face nudged deeper and harder into Scotty’s delicious mound. She felt even tighter on your tongue as she sweetly guided your head and moved in rhythm with you. 

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“Mmm, entle, you feel divine…fuck…” Shuri said, enjoying the way you lapped at her generously, eager to taste all she had to give—which was plenty. 

It didn’t take long for Scotty to reattach her mouth to your own pussy. As Shuri occupied your face, Scotty had crawled in between your thighs and kissed your slit a few times before administering her impressive munching skills. The intensity caused you to pause against Shuri’s pretty pussy at times, though making it up to her. 

“Yes, entle, show me this pussy is yours,” Shuri said, grunting as she fucked your face now. 

Scotty flicked your clit this time with her finger before slurping the aroused nub. This became another routine. As she let you make a mess on her fingers as well, Shuri spilled on and into you. You admired her swollen pussy as she got up from you.

All you could think about was entering her now with something else. And Scotty would be next. 

[cafehyunji]

Update on Heaven To Me and Stay The Night

I hope to finish these after graduation ( if that’s fucking possible 😐)

I’ll be creating a tag list for these fics, so just comment to be in them. I’ll be making a google form for tags later on.

[pidgemotoiii]

Silly Billy

Scotty x reader: Banana episode(if u couldn't find it)

An: Hey yall uhm college is kinda tough. I'm writing this literally at the end of my spring break. Most likely this is gonna be followed by the Riri one-shot that I was gonna do for valentines day (muddo) or Hot for Shuri pt. 3 so I can finish that off. I need to stop writing these long ass plots. Motivation is so not it lmao, I want to write these longer stories but I think my cap is 4k and smut is such a challenge. Anyways make sure you take screen breaks. Also I really enjoy the comments and reblogs, I'm just trying to be more interactive with people on here. I hope you enjoy the fic!

Fic blurb: Poor Scotty she only knows one way to love. In abundance-

Warnings: Stalking lots of stalking, light smut (i'm tryin i'm tryin), swearing, Mentions of criminal activity, Reader is ambivalent to most of Scotty's activities.

Word count: 4.3k

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It was six p.m. on a Monday night. The cream-colored walls of the apartment added tension to a mood that sorely didn’t need it. An older woman in a bed lies down in a pale blue night dress. Her daughter presumably- finishes getting dressed. She fixes her hair and kisses her mother on the forehead. She tugs on the girl’s hand and fixes her face to say something. The thought she has on her mind is making her uneasy. 

“Viv, don’t be daft with her ok- just ask her out and be nice, and if she says no, move on don't get all silly this time. Promise.”

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“Hey, Phoebe! Where's that iced macchiato for Dean?” You strained your voice. The Saturday afternoon- summer heat was getting to you. Your work shirt and apron hug your body tight, and you thank the above for deodorant because the AC in the coffee shop was not doing you any favors. “Phoebe-” 

“That iced macchiato. I got you- I got you” Phoebe swerved around you and rang the bell, “Dean! Iced macchiato with two pumps of vanilla!” 

“You didn’t have to say two pumps-” Dean told your co-worker, marginally displeased. 

He adds a ‘thank you’ and goes to sit in the corner. He sits and stares at the glass door- like he's waiting on someone. A dark skin girl walks into view, she has on a plaid shirt with a green overcoat. How she survived in this heat was a mystery to you. Her hair is permed and styled with a bang in the front. Her head whips around looking for her friend until her eyes lock onto yours. Her eyes are wide, seemingly trying to memorize your face and features in five seconds. 

"Scotty!" Dean shouted- breaking the intense connection you two had. You peered over in the direction he was waving. His presence was demanding her attention, once ‘Scotty’ realized how long she was staring her face froze and her color drained. She pivoted in Dean’s direction and swiftly shuffled away toward him. 

You decided to play this game a little longer. You came from behind the counter to stock the shelves. You grabbed the box and a step ladder, and you muttered ‘excuse me’ and left your lips as you passed them. You unpacked the box and started putting stuff away, catching a bit of their conversation. 

“So- I found a way to get that four hundred quid” Dean sipped on his drink attempting to engage Scotty in conversation. While Scotty was busy drooling over how great you look in your apron; and how great it would be to feel under that apron, her mind wandered. 

She would be exhausted, coming back from a job that ran way too late and a client that ran his mouth way too much. She would round the corner and that same little black apron would be tied around your waist. You would be bent over the counter, and a sliver of fabric would be wound taught over a very gleaming gem. Obviously, it was Scotty’s gift from last year’s valentines day. Jazz would be crooning through your shared apartment. You would turn around slowly and ask her something awfully important. 

“Scotty?”

“Yes?”

“Yvonne still sends you letters?” Scotty does not take this well- you could see how her face morphed into a scowl. 

“Dean! Can you stop talking about her please?” Scotty begged Dean; her eyes began to water a little. You wondered why she had such an adverse reaction to that name. You felt a bit of pity in your stomach for the cute girl but were irked at the thought of someone treating her so badly. Your quick lapse of sympathy was proving to be your demise- you could feel the overpriced reusable cups falling out of your hand. 

“What the fuck!” Dean’s drink splatters on himself and Scotty. The clang being so egregiously loud sends you into a state of panic. 

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!” You profusely apologized and ran to get napkins. After you found some, you race over to their table to clean up some of the spills. During your furious cleaning, you didn’t hear Scotty muttering under her breath. Terrified at the

“Can I make you a free drink or something-” 

 “I think you’ve done enough- thank you.”

“Dean-” Scotty’s tiny voice paled in comparison to Dean’s irritation. Dean snatched the napkin from your hand and evenly split it with Scotty- he handed it to her gently. As you walk away Scotty grabs your hand and brings you down closer to her face.

“I’m sorry, he isn’t usually like this-” Scotty reassured you. You knew she meant well but the only thing you wanted to do was get out. Scotty tugged on your hand again, not letting you go to do your job. 

“No- I’m serious he just hasn't gotten laid in a while-” she whispers through an awkward smile and giggles. You are bewildered at the very arrogant man and his weird date- that your face starts to betray your friend at all-time service worker training.  

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable, didn’t I.” Scotty’s face drooped and she quickly dropped your hand. She looked pitiful- you had to say something.

“No, it’s ok I’m not that uncomfortable I’ve heard and been in worse.” That did not make her feel better- she was about to sob again. All that ran through her mind was all the different ways that people made her uncomfortable and how she was now in the same category.

“What have you bloody done now?! Scotts let’s go.” Dean got up and kissed his teeth and gave a look to Scotty. She gives you a final quiet sorry and they leave not without Scotty putting up a fuss with Dean to give you an apology.

 You let out a sigh- your daze was interrupted by Phoebe. 

“Wow- I’ve seen you fuck shit up but now you fucked shit right up” she gave her unneeded commentary. She made it up by giving you the rag so you could clean up the mess. 

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Mondays are the worst- you already took shit from asshole customers but today marks that day you’re sticking up for yourself. You thank heaven for your break in between Saturday’s mess. A very long and hot shower was taken to prepare yourself for Monday’s madness. An angry letter from your landlord is looking very promising in your future. Making breakfast is your next plan of action- you made a tuna melt and lock up.

You make your commute to the bus stop when you realized that the buses weren’t running today because of maintenance.  You remember they were talking about striking a week ago- you kissed your teeth and debated going to work today. 

You already passed that insurance place that might as well be a money laundering scheme. ‘They’re already stationed from Manchester to Hampshire they might as well be’ sounds off in your mind. They call excessively about an ‘alpha package’ and the only reason why is because your mum and dad signed up and put you under an emergency contact. 

Lately, the calls have been more frequent and stranger- you start to recall one-

You were rudely interrupted from your Sunday nap- dazed and confused you slide over to your bedside table.

“Hello?”  you asked tentatively. 

A light breath hitches, echoing crackly through the cheap phone.  

“Look- I don’t want the stupid alpha package. Stop fucking calling oh my god!” you slam the phone on the receiver ending it. You feel a pang of slight guilt, but you remember where it got you last time.

‘What the fuck is that’ a piercing noise startles you- prompting you to take a peek around the wall. There- in the parking lot is a person besides a green van. They hunch over looking at what you assume could be a phone that they smashed onto the gravel. Their baseball cap matches the color of the van-

‘Fuck-’ they see you- they see you. The decision was made to go to work, and you take off in a sprint. It was better to go to a crowded area than to lead the person to your house. 

you hear the engine starting- “Fuck!”  you can’t tell if it’s as loud as you think or if it’s just your heart beating out of your ears. Your mild sprint turns into a breakneck speed-

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By the time you reach work it’s a quarter past nine- The door handle acts as your crutch as you hunch over trying to catch your breath. You see your reflection in the glass, your hair is frizzed and sweat lines your brow.

“Jesus, you look terrible- what the hell happened.” Your designated favorite, Maggy- she does her work, and you do yours it’s a lovely partnership.

“Thanks- why the hell are you here- you’re not on shift today.” You walk over to wash your hands and put on your apron. 

“Boss asked If I could come in today, said he’d pay me overtime at double.” A sigh left your lips. “No but what happened to you?”

“I think I saw someone getting rid of evidence.” She looked at you puzzled and slowly brought her fingers to her lips.

“No- I did not smoke a blunt.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” 

“Positive?”

“Maggy- Im being serious.”

“We’ll talk about it later. Next in line, please!” You take a breath and recalibrate yourself to do your job. “Hi can take your order this morning.” The day keeps getting better- why is she here again? She was just embarrassed as you that day why couldn’t she have gone to another location- there’s one, two streets down.  

“I-I’m sorry, we were doing work on t-this building and they sent me to get them some coffee.”

“I get it you didn’t wanna walk far.”

“Y-yeah.”

She proceeded to tell you her order. You whipped it up in ten minutes and tapped on the bell. “Order for Scotty!” Her head popped and she sprinted over to the counter.

“I don’t see a macchiato?” you joked trying to lighten the mood and ease her nerves. 

“o-Oh he said he didn’t want anything.” The more she spoke the more her voice quieted. 

“You know you didn’t have to apologize again.”

“But I wanted to!“ as her voice climbed an octave, you made an ‘awe’ sound. Scotty pushed her chocolate croissant to you. 

“i-I want you to have it. If I told you when I was ordering, you would’ve said no. That’s if you’re not allergic to chocolate or gluten or- “her speech picked up speed. You think of your cold, soggy, and unappetizing tuna melt as you took the croissant from her hands; your stomach grumbled in awe. 

“Thank you, Scotty, that’s very thoughtful.” She smiles and giggles in delight. You tell her that if she stays any longer with you their coffee is going to go cold (and that she’s holding up the line but you do that gently). She shuffles out the door with a skip in her step and a high-pitched ‘bye!’ 

“You made her day.“ 

You paused in between a bite of your croissant. “Stop it-“ 

“It’s true! I think she has a little crush.” You rolled your eyes.   

“Whatever, I’ll let you enjoy your gift. I guess you’ll tell be about your run-in with a brigand some other time.” Your answer was the same as the last. 

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Scotty had become a regular at your job. For the past three weeks, she orders about four coffees and a chocolate croissant for you. You two have developed a sort of kinship- she’s so dedicated it’s endearing if you had to say so. She pops up on your breaks sometimes and eats lunch with you. 

 On occasions when you have the evening shift Scotty waits with you as you close up. Normally You two talk about your work but she decides to open up to you today. 

“Sooo you work in construction?”

“yeah-” Scotty’s getting better at answering you, she even looks you in the eye when you two conversate. 

“That sounds interesting where’s the site?”

“We’re just fixing up this flat for rent.” She tells you the location. You gasp-

“That’s just right across from me!”  

“Really?” If she wasn’t giving you one hundred percent of her attention to you before it’s at a hundred a fifty now. 

“Yeah! It’s so funny I can’t even imagine you lifting a hammer.”

“I even do electrical work.”

“You’re just so handy.” Scotty giggles as she beams with pride as you compliment her skill set. “Think I could get your number so I could call you if I need something fixed.”

You guess telling her telling you about her work is as deep as it’s going to get for now. Scotty gives you an erratic nod, and you two exchange phone numbers; Scotty’s through stuttered and broken words. Her alarm goes off signaling she has to get back to work.

“i-I can stay like I do on Saturdays, it’s fine my boss doesn’t mind, I swear.” She says urgently to you. You grab her hand and clasp it in yours. Her palm is rough, numerous healed scrapes and blisters cover it. 

“No, Scotty you have to back to work and so do I.” You two do this song and dance on almost every occasion though today felt very different. Her eyes start to water and she lowers her head. You steel yourself in order for both of you not to lose your jobs. “Scotty- Scotty look at me” she raises her head to look at you “We’re not going to war- I’ll see you tomorrow.” You end with a chuckle. Scotty seems placated by your laugh and reassurance and musters up a sentence.

“Can I call you, when I get home.” You let out a loud cackle and swiftly give her a kiss on the cheek. Scotty lets out a tiny whimper- “Just text me before, I don’t want to be asleep-“  

“Am I going to be disturbing you?-  

“Scotty! Go!” you practically shove her out the breakroom door and through the front door. She leaves you with a giant wave. 

You sigh in relief. That was one of the longest shifts you have ever had. You blame it on your anticipation for your call with Scotty tonight. The moment you hear the click of the locked door, you race home. 

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Reaching home and shutting your door. You go to your shower, scalding water as always. You don’t know why but you really like this girl. It doesn’t help that she looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. You run your hands down your neck to your nipples. They start to peak from the stimulation. You move your hand down to your pussy, but nothing really felt as good as those calloused hands against yours. The best thing is to towel off and do your skincare routine. 

You stare from the bed at your open window longingly. You check your phone 0 message- calling her first seems like a great idea but selfishly you want her to make the first move. The vibrator in your drawer is tempting- your pants are already off. Scotty’s call you bang your head against the headboard.  

The clock strikes eight and you toss and turn in your bed. Your restlessness leads to dragging your feet toward the AC panel. ‘Not working of course-‘ at least you have a reason to call- ‘No- No’ you don’t let your mind wander to the person haunting your dreams. It’s ridiculous what three weeks of nonstop affection, gifts, and heavy stares do to a person. You decide you need some fresh air, and the siren song of the cool breeze is taunting you. 

Your feet drag against the hardwood flooring towards the window. You open the window- ‘Fuck’. The car, the car it’s outside you shut the window and the curtains. ‘The fucking car it’s outside.’ Your legs are locked to the floor and your heart feels like it’s lurching out of your chest. ‘They’re gonna kill me- they’re gonna kill me.’ You feel like hell, nearly falling your way to the floor and crawling to your bed. Your heart won’t stop- it’s not supposed to stop but in this case, you would love it to slow down. You should’ve called your parents last week, they haven’t heard your voice in a while ‘Now they might not hear your voice at all.’

Bzzt! Bzzt! Your phone- oh my god- Scotty! You are so happy about Scotty’s resistance to instructions right now. You creep towards it making as little noise as possible. 

“Hey! It’s Scotty! Sorry about-“her voice booms through the speaker of the phone. Her nervousness is conveyed through her high-pitched voice. 

“Scotty- Scotty shh-“ 

“w-What happened?” she quieted down. 

“Someone-“ your throat starts choking up, and tears stream down your face. Every inhale you take tastes and smells of salts.

“Who?” 

your breath stutters- “Someone is outside my flat-“

“Who?”

“I don’t know who-“ you steady your speech to make a coherent sentence. “There was like someone dumping e-evidence, I think. I saw them smash a phone on the ground by a van- I don’t know but I think they’re criminals.

“Why do you think that?” Why is she dismissing you like this? Why is her voice so eerily calm. How is she thinking this is helping you?

“Because it’s the same fucking van is outside my fucking flat- what aren’t you fucking getting.” You sniffle loudly as you cradle the phone to your face.

“What color is it?” What-

“Fuck! Why do you- it’s green, the van is green, it’s outside-!”

“I’ll be there.” 

“Scotty?! Scotty no- stay there please!” your scathing whispers were only met with the dial tone. 

Scotty

Call the police

Call the police!

Don’t come to the flat please!

                            Read at 9:00pm 

What the fuck is wrong with her? 

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No but, what the fuck is wrong with Scotty. How does she keep getting herself into these situations? She knows it ended fairly well for her- why jinx that? She is infatuated with you but now knows that love should be a slow process- taking the time to get to know one another. 

The kiss you gave her today, she skipped-tripped and almost slipped on her way back to work. Which she never lied to you about or so she tells herself. She is a handyman but on the weekdays, she works at your favorite company. If you only knew the days, she would watch you from the maintenance van hoping to get a glimpse of you. Not really the first time she used her job to get leverage onto you. It wasn’t her fault that your parents signed up- she was doing her job trying to recruit a new customer. 

All those calls- Scotty, and her coworkers were amazed at every day- how she wore her red cap and the giggle before she took it off. Especially that Sunday one, she knew she shouldn’t have done it but when she heard your groggy hello, it was all worth it. She would’ve saved it- a wave of happiness rippled through ought her body broken by your loud swearing. As usual, a giggle left her mouth after the cap left her head- though her joyous moment was ruined when it wasn’t her work phone but her cell. 

She pondered for weeks on what to do. She prayed you never checked the caller id-but, the suspense weighed on her chest. So, one day on a particular Monday morning she decided to nip it in the bud. Destroying her phone- it was dramatic but so is Scotty.

Through destroying her phone she felt that she could start anew, court you the right way. Buy you treats, spend time, and learn more about you. But that kiss, your kiss- your lips were so soft, so different than when Dean would give her a kiss on the cheek. Scotty wanted to know more, feel more, and be more. Which is why she’s petrified and struggling to find a way to park this van and get to your flat by eleven. She told herself it was going to be quick, you two would be on the phone for an hour and she’d go home right after. 

There is a reason that people say old habits die hard.

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A loud knock at your door echoes through your apartment. You check to see if your cutlass is still under your bed-

“It’s Scotty-“ she said cautiously knowing you were in a heightened state. You paced over to your door. 

“Nobody’s out there with you?”

“Nobody.” You unlocked the door. Scotty’s hair was matted to her forehead from sweat, and she was shaking and out of breath. She stepped into your apartment, collapsed onto you, and buried her head in your neck. You felt her tears wet your neck, and her arms nearly crushed you from the strength of her hug. Hugging her back was mandatory- it felt so relieving to know that she was ok, the feeling was mutual. 

You were compelled to kiss her face, and she answered by pecking your neck gently. This was forbidden territory for her, she was tense but almost losing you gave her more than a bit of confidence. Scotty trailed her kisses down your neck and into your bosom. Nuzzling and nipping ever so softly, you let out a moan. Your nipples start to peek out from under your shirt, and she further squeezes you into her. Running her hands down your back and into your sleep shirt, her cold hands snap you from your trance.

You coo her name into her ear. “No- no I don’t want to let you go.” She pleads with you. “You don’t have to I just want to check for the van.”

 “I didn’t see it when I came up.” You stood your ground and her arms finally let you go as you clasp her hand. You two walk over to the window, lo and behold Scotty was right it was gone. It was safe, you were safe, just one thing. 

You take Scotty’s hand and trail it up your chest cupping it over your breast- her palm recoils from your touch. “I thought you didn’t want to let me go?” “I don’t!” she answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “i-I wanted to ask you out first. When we got on the phone but uhm I’m not blaming you for any of this, the van and you were crying-” You bring her palm up to her lips to quiet her.

“Scotty, I want to go on a date with you.” Her eyes light up and her mouth crinkles at the sides from how hard she’s smiling. “Just one request though, can you stay the night? Please?” Scotty starts hyperventilating again, she wants to say yes but you have a feeling that something important is stopping her. 

“I can but-” there it is “I would have to leave, and I don’t want you to think I was ditching you or something. My mother is at home by herself and I have to take care of her but I don’t want to leave you alone, at least for tonight.” Your heart melted at her confession; she was finally opening up to you. It was also divided, her mother at home by herself when Scotty had rushed to your flat, you shook your head. 

“Does that mean no?”

“No, it means if you’re gonna stay, you need to take a shower. I have spare clothes.” Her attitude perks up again, and you start to see your regular Scotty again. She practically skips off to shower and when she emerges; she flops down next to you on the bed. You make a come here gesture with your fingers and Scotty happily rolls towards you, wet hair soaks your pillowcase. 

“You were quick.”

“I wanted to be done before you went to sleep.” Again, she says it like these are concrete facts. If she only knew the indirect charmer she was. 

“Somehow, I don’t feel like sleeping.” Scotty twitches slightly but stays silent. “You don’t wanna say anything now?” She turns her head away from you, and you turn it back towards you. You tuck your head underneath her chin, and your nose nuzzles her throat. 

“Still Nothing?” Her neck gets warmer, you feel the heat radiate onto your face. Her actions are catching up to her and nearly fucking you in the kitchen standing up is the least. Scotty called your name.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” Scotty crashed her lips into yours. This is what it came to, a complete delight. Your lips felt even better on hers and tasted like chocolate, just like Scotty dreamed of. She slipped her tongue into your mouth and her hands snuck underneath your shirt massaging your nipples. Scotty’s calloused hands provided a level of friction that could not be replaced. She climbed on top of you, putting her weight on your forearms, caging you in between your arms.  

You spread your legs for her, and she took the hint and slotted her hips in between yours. She subsequently peels your shirt off your body. Her mouth trails down your chest and begins to suckle. Your breath hitches as Scotty looks up from your breast. She analyzes you and decides that her favorite part of your face is your mouth. She loves kissing it, the way she nipped it, and a whine escaped your lips. 

Your favorite part of her face is her eyes, they’re glossed over with hunger. For you and you only- “unh Scotty- lower please.”, she nodded and got to work. 

[strangerstilinski]

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 1 — 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐞

| 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒 |

You'd both sworn. You'd sworn that you wouldn't subject yourselves to sex in the Jeep ever again. Not after the last time ended with so many unnecessary injuries between the two of you. Following one rolled ankle, a noticeable egg on the back of your head, and a bruise to Stiles' elbow that had been so worryingly dark that the purple had been mottled with spots nearly black in color, it was decided that handjobs were fine, blowjobs were great, fingering was.. sufficient. But full-out sex — You had sworn, never again. And, yet..

You can't find it in yourself to care when the dizzying warmth of Stiles' breath falls against your spit slick, kiss swollen lips. Your mouths have separated only as a result of the way he's trying to maneuver you into a better position, a closer position, large hands encasing your waist as he drags you over to straddle his lap. The moment you've settled against his thighs, his hands are already pushing their way up underneath your skirt, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties as his mouth finds its way to your cheek, your jaw, your neck.

And fuck if your own hands aren't already scrambling to undo the button on his jeans, tearing them open and pushing up on your knees just enough that you two of you can work his pants and boxers down his thighs just a few inches.

His cock springs free, already almost fully hard with the anticipation of what's to come, and your mouth nearly waters at the sight. You will never tire of the sight of Stiles' cock, you're sure of it. When your hand wraps around him, your fingers don't meet, and when you give the fat length of him a gentle tug, he groans deliciously into the skin of your throat, hips jerking up as he chases the feeling.

“Hey, slow down, why don'tcha?” Stiles teases softly, “Why're you in such a hurry, huh? Got somewhere else to be or-” He cuts off with another quiet groan as you twist your wrist the way he likes, “Or something?”

“Shush, you.” You reply with a smacking kiss to his mouth.

His fingers are moving in a teasing touch beneath your skirt, skimming the sensitive skin of your belly before finding home on your thighs. He gives the softness a pinch just hard enough to have you gasping before he's slipping beneath the fabric to drag long fingers between your folds.

“Shit, babe,” Stiles groans, his lips finding your cheek again before he drops a light kiss to your chin, “You're this wet already?” He asks, as if you haven't been working each other up for the last twenty minutes with heated touches and even hotter kisses.

He punctuates his question by slipping two fingers inside you in a ridiculously easy glide, the stretch making your eyebrows pull together as your jaw falls slack. He's giving you shallow thrusts, trying to open you up a little and get you ready for what will come next, and your free hand falls to his arm, tethering yourself with fingers circling his wrist in a firm grip. The way the muscles in his arm work with each drag out and then back in has your fingernails digging little crescent moons beneath the dark hairs on his forearm.

Your head is thrown back in pleasure, and it feels like it might weigh a million pounds when you drag it forward again to drop your forehead to his, your hips rocking down onto his fingers and your hand still working him to full hardness, closing over the head of his cock and collecting his precome just to slip back down his length again and again.

It had been days of longing glances across crowded rooms, and lingering touches that were a little unnecessary but desperately craved, and pushing maybe a little too far into each other's space when one of you needed to grab something just to feel the sparks along your skin. Each tiny moment shared had built upon one another slowly, day after day, and now that you're together, skin on skin and teeth and tongues on lips — that fire between you finally burns bright again.

You're both panting a little breathlessly already, worked up beyond belief after not finding moment alone like this in what feels like ages. Hot breaths mingle between your parted lips, the sound of it broken up by the quiet little noises clawing their way up your throats.

You've missed him desperately amidst the chaos that the week has brought. You find yourself wanting him to wreck you beyond repair, to turn your brain inside out until he is all that remains — no stresses about infuriating assholes in the form of college professors, or pack disputes, or the supernatural threat of the week — and the way Stiles continues to work his fingers inside you, pushing in deep until he's caressing that spot that makes your vision white out a bit at the edges, you think he's well on his way toward that wreckage.

“Condom?” You question desperately, tugging at his wrist in signal for him to extract himself from you.

He's muttering to himself while he fumbles to get access to where his back pocket is scrunched up beneath his thighs and you push up onto your knees all the while, maneuvering your underwear down one leg and then the other until you're free of them. When he produces the little foil packet, you take it from him without prompt, tearing it open and rolling it down over him in a quick, practiced motion that has him biting his lips together to hold back a curse.

Stiles slides his hips down the seat a bit further and grips the backs of your thighs to support you as you guide his tip to your entrance. The moment you start to sink down, his fingers dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs, fingertips curling below the curve of your ass to help spread you wider as he fills you up nice and slow.

“You got it, baby,” Stiles praises quietly, lips catching against your cheekbone to leave a small peck to your flushed skin, “There y'go.”

You're shuddering through your breaths as you accommodate to the stretch, knowing that every inch just a precursor to where he's thickest at the base. It's slow going, painful and delicious all at once, but when your hips finally meet his, clit nestling right up against the thatch of hair that trails from his belly button down to where you're connected, you let out a breathy sigh of relief.

Now that you're seated, his hands leave your backside to skate higher, rough fingertips dragging up to the back of your skirt to massage at your spine. You feel him fiddle with the zip at the back, his eyes meeting yours in silent question before you're nodding and he's giving it a tug and freeing you from the thick fabric.

You can't help but look down, and that first glimpse of where you've sucked him in, where he's filling you to the brim, has you eagerly rocking your hips a little to test the stretch. There's still a bit of an ache, a sharp little sting where you're stretched the widest, but it's lessening already and you can feel that pleasurable fullness behind your navel settling in.

“Almost,” You update him quietly, combing your fingers through the strands of his hair and grinning softly when he cranes into your touch, “Jus' need another minute.”

“Take as much time as you need,” He returns earnestly, “You know I'm just enjoying gettin' you like this. Missed you. This week was the worst.”

And it truly has been. Nearly every minute of every day, start to finish, has been an onslaught of lectures and assignments due and pack bullshit that you're both inevitably dragged into every goddamn time — the presence of the token pack humans always necessary if only to give another perspective to a mundane issue that, really, probably could've been solved by your brother and his co-alpha alone. Scott and Derek really shouldn't need to drag the two of you into every little problem — which in turn would leave the two of you with ample time to sneak off somewhere to do this, perhaps in a bed, without the risk of bonked heads or twisted ankles or the bruises that came with ravishing each other in such close confines. And yet, and yet.

You nod in agreement, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape to give it a soft tug, “Been so busy with classes. N' there've been way, way too many pack meetings,” You complain in a quiet huff, “Not enough time for this..” He grumbles his own agreement as your thumb finds the large beauty mark beneath his ear, “I missed you too.” You return softly.

Stiles is patient as ever, his fingers taking the time to explore every bit of exposed skin on your body with a gentle touch. His arms circle your waist only to release you a second later to run his warm palms up your spine and give your shoulders a squeeze. His movements slow for a moment when he finds the band of your bra, pinching and unclasping it in a practiced motion, and then his big hands are making their way back to the front of your ribs, thumbs dragging against the soft underside of your breasts as he dips his head to press kisses to the newly exposed skin.

You lean back a bit to give him more space to work, savoring in the feeling of his mouth peppering soft kisses over your breasts as your own hands fall from his neck to rest on his pecs. Your fingers trail over dark freckles that dot his skin, nails scraping ever so gently into the patch of hair at the center of his chest.

Even with the windows cracked to let in a bit of the crisp autumnal air, the temperature in the Jeep creeps higher, the windows already fogged over with a thin sheen of condensation that smears lightly when you brace your right hand against the window. Five little streaks through the microscopic drops of water covering the cool glass, one to mark where each of your fingers scrape across the surface as you finally rise up onto your knees.

A pitiful little grunt falls from your lips as you drop back down, the sound pushed out with the sheer depth that his cock manages to reach in this position, so full that you can nearly taste him at the back of your throat.

You settle into a slow rhythm and Stiles grabs a hold of your hips as you do, but he's not guiding you, no. He's not aiming for control, not pushing you to go harder or faster, but rather simply holding on and following your movements, his thumbs tracing little concentric circles against the sides of you belly as you go at your own pace.

“Fuck,” You groan when your knees slip a little against the leather seat. It pushes him impossibly deeper than before, driving his tip against your cervix in a way that erupts goosebumps along your skin even in the warm car. “You’re so deep. 'S so big, baby. You're so big-”

You're not even sure what's coming out of your mouth, already a little drunk on the feeling of being filled so completely, on the slick drag every time you rise up and then the sharp jolt to every one of your nerve endings with each thrust back down. Despite the ramblings falling from your lips, or perhaps because of them, Stiles begins to make little noises of his own — guttural moans against the curve of your throat, quiet grunts each time he hits deep.

He tips his head back and the warm brown in his eyes is almost completely taken over by black with how his pupils have blown wide. You catch sight of a small bead of sweat as it works its way out of his hair and begins a slow trail down his temple but you're kissing it away before it can reach his cheekbone. The salt of it lingers on your lips when your tongue runs over them just a moment later.

Dark eyes watch you move with rapt attention, his lips parted to let out low groans of encouragement. It takes a few minutes for him to find his voice, but when he does, his words send heat flooding through you.

“So good,” He tells you, hand tucking a lock of sweat-dampened hair behind your ear before his wide palm settles against the side of your neck, his voice thick with arousal, “Always so good. You're- Shit, y're so tight. So warm. So perfect.”

The thumb resting at the bottom of your cheek creeps up higher, rubbing the plush of your bottom lip until your jaw falls slack in acceptance and then he's cupping your chin and pushing the pad of his finger down against the softness of your tongue. You bite down softly with a moan and your bottom teeth dig into the meat of his palm with just how deep he's got his thumb before you're pulling off just a little and closing your lips around it, sucking and swirling your tongue and reeling at the way his eyes flutter shut with a groan, like he can't quite handle the sight in combination with the way you're riding him slow and deep.

When he removes his thumb, you suck harder to combat the spit that threatens to cling to the digit, but it doesn't make much of a difference because he's already sliding his hand around the back of your neck and bringing your mouth down against his.

You brace one hand on his stomach to aid your moments as your tongues meet in a hungry kiss. A whimper finds its way up your throat when he rubs his free hand achingly slow up and down the front of your thigh, around to grope your ass and then back, smoothing and squeezing along your skin like he wants to be touching you more — Harder, tighter, everywhere all at once.

He's so, so deep like this and you can tell it's affecting him too. His kisses are hungry as he licks into your mouth, a little messy while his nose presses into your cheek and his fingers graze your waist on their journey toward your chest. He's thumbing over the peaks of your nipples, swallowing up your moans with his own, breathing a little like he's the one getting the air punched out of his lungs every time you seat yourself, burying him deep enough that the head of his cock is driving into that spot that makes you see stars.

Your brain goes a little hazy with your budding orgasm, tiny noises becoming more frequent, falling against his mouth a bit like a plea. You don't need to explain, Stiles is already dragging his hand up to push between your thighs, thumb circling your clit the way he knows you like. Your eyebrows furrow as you slip from the kiss, far too focussed on chasing your high now. You bounce a little faster, shallower, fingers scraping at the pale skin of his chest, eyes pinched shut as your thighs tremble with exertion and your knees ache.

Heat licks across your body, a bead of sweat trickling down your spine as your movements start to become a little more difficult. You're so close — so close-

“C'mon, you're doing so good, baby.” Stiles says with far too much tenderness, far too much amazement.

“Fuck,” You whimper, shaky breaths tearing from your chest as you teeter closer and closer, “Fuckfuckfuck-”

“You got it. You can do it. C'mon-”

His gentle praises send you careening over the edge and your whole body shakes as you try to work through it. You're struggling, but then Stiles' hands are under your ass again, guiding you this time, gripping the backs of your thighs tight as he supports some of your weight and helps you ride out your high. Every nudge of his cock against the deepest parts of you has you moaning louder, brain going a little fuzzy as your orgasm peaks but never quite dies off.

Your arms curl around his shoulders, digging your face into his neck as you gasp against his skin, thighs shaking as he keeps guiding you back and forth, not pulling out nearly as far now before he's dragging you against him and filling you back up. Your breasts are pushed tight against his chest. The smell of his aftershave is in your nose and your forehead is pressed into his sweat slicked neck. You're panting, nearly drooling on his shoulder as you try to lock your knees to hold yourself in place, thighs feeling exhausted and like jelly all at once.

“Sti. Fuck, baby, I can't-” A moan cuts you off as it rolls off your tongue, “My legs can't-”

“Aw, your legs too tired, baby girl?” He asks, and it comes out a little condescending. You can practically see the satisfied little smirk on his face, even from where your own is buried in his neck as you nod. He lifts you up a little higher, hands still grasping at the crease where your thighs meet your ass as he adjusts his hips beneath you, “Need me to do the work now?”

The teasing in his voice has your body going traitorously pliant, your voice weak when it finally comes, “Please.”

“I got you,” Stiles promises, taking a little pity. He drags one hand toward the center of your spine while the other falls to the outside of your knee to hold you steady, “I got you..”

The first thrust up into you has you crying out. Not hitting nearly as deep as before, but he's driving in so much harder, so much faster. It pulls whiny little gasps from your lips with each thrust and your jaw's gone slack where it's buried in his neck as his skin slaps against yours with every snap of his hips. The sound of it is loud, and the combination of noises both lewd and salacious only proves to turn you on that much more.

“Shit.” Stiles grunts, voice a little hoarse and yet somehow high as it catches in his throat, “You make the prettiest noises, baby. Fuck. Just listen t' you.”

You don't entirely mean for it, but your next moan is just a little louder in response, unabashed and desperate even as you attempt to muffle the sound of it in the curve of his shoulder. The pitch his voice has taken is one that you only get to hear when he's getting unbearably close to his own peak. The sound of it is so, so sweet to your ears, mingling with the obscenely wet glide of his cock sliding in and out of you.

“'M gonna come,” He warns, his hips jerking just a bit rougher, a bit less coordinated as he fucks up into you, “Shit. Shit, sweetheart, 'm.. gonna.. come-”

His arms curl and lock around your waist as he does, dragging you down against him and burying himself so deep that it has you crying out again, fingers digging into his shoulders where your arms have curled under his to hold tight. He comes with a moan and a grunt that both get muffled with the way his face is now hidden in your hair, his cock kicking up inside you as he releases into the condom.

The increased stimulation against your sensitive walls has you going a little teary in the best way, overwhelmed but loving every moment of it, and you roll your hips over him despite the soreness in your thighs just to hear the way he groans in response.

You pull back just enough to lock your fingers in the hair at his nape and tug him into a sweet kiss, it's warm and a little sweaty as your lips slide together but it's also so full of unspoken thanks and emotion and undeclared love.

When you lean back again to collectively catch your breath, his thumb finds your wet eyelashes and swipes at them gently.

“Oh- hey, you good?” He checks with concern, his free hand already at your waist and drawing soft patterns along your skin, “You okay?”

You turn your head into the hand on your cheek and press a kiss to the center of his palm, scraping at his scalp beneath sweat-dampened locks, “I'm good,” You promise, “Gonna be sore as fuck tomorrow though, God.”

A smirk finds its way onto his face, “Fucked you so good you're gonna have trouble walkin', huh?”

“Shut up,” You huff, a laugh slipping out in contradiction to your weak display of annoyance, “But with the way my thighs feel right now? Yeah.”

You wince as you push up onto your knees, both from the ache left behind as he slips out and from the soreness in your legs. When you rise up a little higher, your head hits the roof with a painful thump and you can't bite back a curse.

Stiles is quick to bring a hand up to the back of your head with a sympathetic wince, cradling the tender spot on your skull softly, “Oh, shit, y'alright?”

“Ow,” You respond with a pout, your own hand reaching back to cover his over your hair, “Stupid Jeep n' stupid metal roof..”

“Hey,” Stiles frowns, “Don't blame the Jeep, alright? It's not Roscoe's fault you bumped your head.”

“Is too.”

It comes out in a huff and Stiles chuckles in amusement at your disgruntled expression as he slips his hands under your thighs to help you dismount from his lap completely. You fall into the seat beside him and drop your calves over his knees, bumping your forehead against his shoulder in a silent gesture of gratitude.

After a few long minutes wrapped up in each other as you collect yourselves, you both gather your haphazardly discarded clothing and redress. Stiles digs out a new air freshener from the glove compartment and adds it to the hoard of them already hanging from the rearview mirror. Another little tree to the collection, this one a pretty shade of purple and smelling of berries, dropping to sit right atop number of similarly shaped scented hangers in a wide array of colors.

And later, when you're forced to part ways, you push up onto your toes as you lean back in through the driver's side window of the Jeep for one final kiss. The breeze is cool against your thighs as it catches beneath your skirt, goosebumps causing you to tighten your fingers around the window frame as you prepare to lean back. Stiles has a hand coming up to the back of your neck to hold you in place at the first sign that you're about to pull away, stretching the kiss out for as long as he can get away with. It's a sickly sweet press of lips. One that will hopefully be enough to hold you over until you get the chance to have him like this again.

A glance over your shoulder as you walk away has your gaze meeting Stiles one last time, elation and melancholy both pulling at the edges of your lips until you're left with a saccarine smile to pair with your tiny wave goodbye. Your fingers come up to brush your lips as you begin to turn away, and when you extend your hand in his direction Stiles nearly throws himself out the open window to catch the invisible kiss that you've sent his way. His unnecessary enthusiasm has you stifling a giggle as you finally turn your back to him and make your way down the street.

You're forced to jog around the block from where Stiles has dropped you a safe distance from your house, hopping into the shower the moment you get home to wash away any and all evidence of the afternoon from your skin.

It's with skin scrubbed clean and a heavy heart that you head to the washing machine and dump your clothes inside to extinguish the lingering smell of Stiles that you know clings to the fabric, of you and Stiles, together.

And when Scott pauses the load mid-wash with the intention of throwing a shirt in, your brother is sure to complain about the way you've pointedly used the scented detergent — the overpowering artificial smell of lavender much too strong an irritant to his overly-sensitive, supernatural, wolfy nose — But, you remind yourself, if you want to keep up this thing with Stiles, which you desperately do, then that's just how this has to go, because, well.

𝐒 𝐜 𝐨 𝐭 𝐭 𝐲 𝐃 𝐨 𝐞 𝐬 𝐧 ' 𝐭 𝐊 𝐧 𝐨 𝐰 .

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝!𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐢 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐦 — 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬.

[ysrjune]

Tell Me What You Want

pairing - scott monroe, sam monroe 🍒

summary - sam and scott are twins, both have a crush on you

part 2! of tell me what you want

Scott woke up with a groan. He had a really good sleep. It was those kinds of great sleeps you'd wake up from and have all kinds of marks on your arms from. He stayed in bed for a while, trying to fully wake. Once he did, he checked his phone and saw a notification from you.

“My Angel” sent 1 attachment.

His heart dropped, but he still opened it anyway. His eyes widened a little and felt his cock twitch. He opened the photo fully, admiring how pretty your tits look in that bra. He sighed, thinking about how pathetic he was last night with you. He was kinda embarrassed but he knew you were into it. It's not like he couldn't be a little more dominant, you just caught him by surprise.

He kinda had the urge to masturbate to the photo of your tits, but decided not to out of respect. Instead, he liked the photo and replied, “So pretty, Angel. Always looking so good.” And he left it at that. He went to his bathroom and decided he was gonna take a shower.

Across from Scotts room was Sams. He was still asleep since he was really tired from staying up so late. It was almost a daily routine for him, he never woke up early unless he absolutely had to. An hour passed by and Scott was knocking on his brother's door before walking in. “Sam, wake up.”

“Get out.” He replied lazily. There was no way Sam was gonna leave his bed. He had just gotten into the perfect position and was so snuggled up in his blankets. Scott rolled his eyes and pulled the blanket off of Sam. This made Sam groan and open his eyes all the way. “What do you want, Scott! It's Sunday, leave me alone. I don't gotta do anything.”

“I need to talk to you about Y/n.” Scott mumbled to Sam, becoming a little embarrassed. “Speak up, dork. I can't hear you.” He lied. He heard Scott the first time, he just wanted to annoy him back. “S’ about Y/n.” He said a little louder. “Huh??” Sam pretended not to hear him again, “Scott, stop being a bitch and tell me what you want ‘fore I kick you out.” Literally. He would quite literally KICK him out.

“It's about Y/n!” He kinda yelled and threw a pillow at Sam. It made him laugh to see his brother so mad at the teasing. “Okay, okay, damn. Don't get your panties in a twist.” Sam rolled his eyes as Scott sat next to him on the bed. “So, what happened? She finally had enough of you or somethin’ ?”

“We made out.” Scott immediately replied. It caught Sam's attention real quick. “Again?” “Yeah, but that's not all.. she left a couple hickeys.” He replied and turned his face to the side for Sam to see. This caused Sam to get a little jealous. He wondered how it would feel to have your sweet lips on his neck.. or anywhere else at that.

“Oh, damn. She was hungry, huh.” He tried to hide his jealousy with humor. It fooled Scott, causing him to laugh a little. He wasn't gonna tell Sam about the other thing he did with you, though. He could never talk about that stuff with his brother.. “So, I was gonna ask.. d’you think I have a chance? Yunno, since she's over here markin’ me ‘n stuff.”

“Shit, don't ask me. That girl is crazy. Givin’ you mixed signals since we first met her.” Sam explained, crossing his arms under his head. “A hickey or two..” He looked back at Scott, “Or three, doesn't necessarily mean anything. I've given a couple of girls hickeys and it didn't mean anything. Well, to me, at least. Was just the heat of the moment, so that's probably what happened to you.” Sam shrugged, purposely putting these things in Scotts head to mess with him just cause he was mad that it wasn't him with those marks.

Scott sighed, looking to the ground. “Yeah, I guess you're right.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Thanks, Sam.” He said after a while of silence, walking to the door. “Uh-huh.” Sam responded and went back to sleep after Scott left.. lazy ass.

You were already up, doing a couple of chores with Chris. He was sweeping the floor while you dusted and wiped down a couple of counters. “So, how did things go with blondie yesterday?” Your brother asks. Your heart started pounding a little faster, remembering how intimate you got with Scott yesterday.

“What do you mean how things went?” You cocked an eyebrow, looking at him. “Well, you left pretty early, and he looked kinda mad when we were eating. Thought maybe you guys got in a fight or something.” Chris shrugged, taking a quick look at his phone. “Mm, well, he got mad about something I said, but we talked it out after dinner.”

“Yeah?” He asked, typing out on his phone for a couple of seconds, then returning his attention back to you. “What did he get mad about?” “He was tellin’ me about how his best friends girlfriend got pregnant and how he didn't wanna be there for her, and then Scott said ‘its not my problem to care so much’ or something like that, so I said what if it was me who got pregnant and then got left by my baby daddy. And then he got mad.”

“Well, duh, he got mad. He likes you, and I bet even the thought of someone else treating you like dirt would piss him off.” Your brother took a great take at that. “Thats exactly what he said.” You replied with a sigh. “Doesnt matter, though. Like I said, we talked it out.”

“Okay, whatever you say.” He replied and finished sweeping. “Oh, by the way, I'm leaving in a little bit.” “With Sam?” “No. I'm taking this girl out for lunch, and then im probably gonna hang out with her the rest of the day.”

“Oh, okay. What's her name?” You asked. “Uh..” He seemed a little hesitant to tell you. “I don't think you really wanna know.” He responded. “Why not? It's just a girl, no?” It's weird how he's not telling you.. why wouldnt you wanna know?

“Cause,” he groaned. “You can't tell anyone.” He informed in a very serious manner. “Uh, okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows? How bad could this be? Its just some girl.

“Its Alys—” “ALYSSA? SAMS EX GIRLFRIEND?” He threw a towel at you when you yelled. “Shut the fuck up! Yes! Alyssa, Sams ex.” “Chris, that's your best friend! how could you do that to him!” “He doesn't even care about her anymore, Y/n. He doesn't give a fuck who she sees.”

“Then why do you wanna keep it a secret?” Oh, girl. You ate that. Chris glared at you. “Because I know he'll hate me if he finds out. Look, I just wanna see if I like her or not—I likely won't! He told me about how much of a brat she is!” “If shes a brat then why would you go out with her in the first place.”

“It’s none of your business.” He threw the broom to the side and stormed off to his room. Touchy. Jeez, he's such a girl. You sigh and think about how mad Sam would probably get if he found out. He was really attached to Alyssa when they first started dating.

You finished cleaning and decided to chill in your room for a little while.

“1 new message from Scotty.”

You open it and see the compliment he left you. It makes you smile. Sometimes you think about how happy Scotty could make you if he was your boyfriend, but you just didn't wanna hurt his feelings if he ever found out about your thing for his brother.

But was that the only reason you didn't wanna date him? Of course not. There were a bunch of other reasons. Like, Chris would be in your business all the time— Your dad won't allow you to have a boyfriend—Ugh, your mom would be really weird about it.. she'd probably wanna talk to you about sex.

Back at the Monroe's house, the twins and their parents were outside in their front yard, spending time together.. that was until Sam and Scott went inside for a little to smoke..

Scott didn't smoke as much as his brother, but he did it when he was feeling stressed. This time, Scott was the one who got really high instead of Sam. There was no way they could go back outside. Mr. & and Mrs. Monroe already knew about Sam using, but they didn't know about Scott. If they did find out, both of them would be in big trouble.

“Yeah, let's just stay inside.” Sam suggested. “But they wanted us outside!” Scott whined. “I'm pretty sure they dont care if their 19 year old sons dont wanna hang out with them anymore. If anything, they want us to leave them alone.” Sam rolled his eyes and sat on Scott's chair.

“Okay..” Scott sighed and looked at his phone for a while before talking again. “Maybe we should go next door.” “Why? So you can see your little angel?” Sam teased his brother.

The blonde kissed his lips and rolled his eyes. “Well, I actually wanted to see Chris cause I didn't really talk to him yesterday, but if that's what you wanna believe, sure.”

“Do you really wanna go?” “yeah!” “Okay, fine. Just make sure to not let mom and dad see your whore marks.” Sam left before Scott could even answer. He lagged behind for about 10 seconds before getting up and catching up to his brother.

They both kiss their parents goodbye before leaving for your house. Chris opened the door for them and took them up to his room. Long story short, Sam brought his weed along with him, and they all got high. You could hear a bunch of laughter and screaming from them down the hall. It made you giggle a little, hearing all of them acting like little boys.

About 30 minutes later, there was nothing but silence for a couple of minutes until you heard Sam yelling. You immediately knew what was going down. Chris must've told Sam what he was gonna do later.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Thats my ex girlfriend, asshole!” “You told me you didnt care who she sees!” “Yeah, unless its you! The fuck is your problem? You're supposed to be my best friend.” “I am!”

“No the fuck you aren't if you're going out with Alyssa. You're supposed to have my back.” He pushed Chris away. “I do, Sam, I do!” “Yeah? Yeah, you do?” “Yes!” “Fuck you, you liar!” Sam opened the door to leave. “Where are you going?” Scott chimed in. “To Y/n's room. Fuck the both of you.” Sam slammed the door.

You heard all this, and as soon as you heard your name, you quickly looked in your mirror and fixed yourself up a little—Scott didn't really take offense to what Sam said cause he literally did nothing, and he knew his brother was just mad, so.. “Think I'm gonna leave. Bye, Chrissy.” Scott said and skee-daddled out and went home.

Chrissy.. really? Chris thought to himself and left the house as well. He didn't even wanna be in the same place as Sam right now, so he texted Alyssa he was on his way.

Sam was already in your room by the time Scott and Chris left. “Did you know about it..” Sam asked, leaning against the door. “He told me like two hours ago..” You reply, staring into his makeupless eyes. Recently, he had no reason to put on eyeliner, and you loved it. Hopefully, he'd realize how good he actually looks without it.

“Were you gonna tell me?” He crosses his arms. Fuck. Just lie to him—you dont wanna make him even madder. “Y—”

“Dont lie to me.” He cut you off, staring hard. “.. No, he told me to mind my own business.” Sam sighed and looked to your window. Suddenly, he went over to your bed and lay next to you—but then he adjusted himself to lay in between your legs, his head laying against your breasts. “Just hold me, princess. Can you do that for me?” Um. DUH! How are you not gonna do this for him.

You run your hands through his black and blue hair, playing with it. His teeth messed with the inside of his labret piercing while you played with his hair. It was a habit he picked up when he was frustrated. “Your tits make good pillows. Real soft.” He mumbled with his eyes closed.

what did he say? no. fucking. way.

“Um—” you choked out a flustered chuckle. “Thanks..” you replied, still tangling your fingers in his box dyed hair. “Can I suck on ‘em?” OHMYGOD. You were freaking out so bad. Your heart was pounding, too. It made him chuckle. “That make you nervous, princess?”

That was enough to make you soaked. “Sam, you're high.. you don't know what you're sa—” “It was a simple yes or no question, Y/n.” You swallowed hard. Would this make you some sort of whore if you let him? You almost fucked his brother last night and now the other one is offering to suck your tits?

Fuck it. You're young and don't know any better. You nodded, and so he turned around, looking up at you. He gave you that little side smirked you loved so much. While holding eye contact, he lifted your shirt, revealing your bra. “So, so, pretty, princess.”

You wondered why it was so easy for him to make you throb. You gasp a little when he easily un-clasped your bra, revealing your bare breasts. “Fuck, baby.. ‘s an even better view than I imaged.”

“Imagined?..” You let out a whimper while his thumb played with your nipple. “Mhm. Been thinkin’ bout these tits for a while now.” Oh, this had to be a dream. There was no way this was real. “Can I taste?” He said, barley above a whisper. You nod, and soon enough, he put your right breast in his mouth. His tongue sucked on your nipple, sweetly for a while, until he decided to run his tongue all around your tit.

He left a hickey underneath and right above it. The way he skillfully sucked you was unbelievable. You wonder how many times he's done this..

“Other one, please.” He asked you nicely. He moved his mouth to your other breast and did almost the same thing—the only difference being that he left a couple more hickeys than on your right.

“Sam—” “Yes, princess?” He looked up at you. “Mm.. I..” you hesitated. the guilt was taking over you, but you were so damn horny. “Can you.. use your fingers.” You shyly asked.

“My fingers?” He repeated with a smirk. “Show me where you want ‘em, baby.” He gave you his hand. You blushed and closed your eyes while leading his hand to in between your thighs.

“Oh, princess. Did I make you wet?” He teased, knowing damn well he did. “Dont worry, baby. I'll take care of you.” He tugged your shorts down to underneath your knees. His middle finger grazing your clothed clit. “Ever been fingered, baby?”

“Yeah, but.. it didn't feel good.” You try to keep your noises in. “He didn't make you cum, huh?” To which you shook your head. “Poor, baby. Dont worry. I'll take care of you.” He pulled the cloth to the side and ran his finger up and down your needy clit.

“She's so pretty. So needy, too. Can feel her throbbing ‘round my finger.” This made you twitch and buck your hips up. “Patience, princess, don't worry.” He added another finger to your clit, slowly fingering it.

“So wet for me. You always are, huh? Don't think I dont catch you checkin’ me out.” He chuckled. His fingers slowly started to enter your needy hole. He barley stuck his fingertips in and you were already moaning.

“S’ okay, baby. You can take it. So wet, they'll slip in real easy. Trust me.” He took your hand in his free one. He slid his ring and middle finger all the way in, making you gasp sharply.

His long, slender finger felt so good inside of you. It made you wonder how good his cock would feel. “Good girl. Takin’ me so well.” He started moving his fingers in and out, curling them at times. Your pussy made the sluttiest wet noises as his fingers rutted in and out—it made him really hard.

“Yeah, mama, that's it. Come on, let me hear you.” He moaned out, absolutely mesmerized by how cute you looked right now. You finally let your noises out, whimpering his name over and over again and babbling about how good his fingers feel.

“Mhm, yeah. Just a little bit longer, princess. You're almost done.” How did he know you were already so close? Its like he had a superpower or something. “Bet my brother couldn't make you feel this, huh?” He looked you in the eye as he said it. Fuck. How much did he know..

“We—I.. I didn't let him fuck me..” You whimpered. “Why not? Didn't like him enough?” Sam asked, speeding up his pace. “Cause—fuck!” you whined at the need pace. “because!—I dont know!” Tears started form in your eyes.

“Little slut. Hes my brother, did you think he wouldn't tell me what happened? Im assuming you only got close to fucking. He showed me those hickeys you left on him. Gotta admit, I was a little jealous, princess.”

Sam Monroe? Jealous? What..

“M’ sorry, Sam..” you whimpered. “Its okay, baby. long as you dont tell him about this. Bet he'll be so pissed that you're letting me do this to you instead of him.” He says and pulled his fingers out of you, making you gasp at the loss.

“Tell you what. Let me fuck you just this once and I'll let Scott have you, huh? Dont worry about me, baby. I'm not good for you.” He whispered, releasing his cock from his boxers. The tip of him was super wet and a blushing pink. Weird.. his cock looked just like his brothers, except Sam's was a little bit thicker.

“You're gonna give him your sloppy seconds?..”

“No, baby. You could never be sloppy seconds. Too pretty for that, princess.” He slipped your panties off and hooked them in his pocket. “Come on, baby. Make a decision.”

It took you a few seconds to think about it. Maybe he really wasn't good for you.. he was a drug addict and probably had a bunch of girls he talked to. This would be your little secret.

You nodded, and before you knew it, he slid himself in, letting out a high-pitched moan. “Fuck, princess. So tight..” He gasped, holding onto your hips. “Tell me when you want me to move..” He groaned, adjusting to you.

You nodded and took a few deep breaths before you moved your hips up and down on him, earning a surprised groan. “Taking things into your own hands, huh?” He asked. “I like that.” He chuckled and let you rut yourself up and down on him.

“Mmm.. yeah, just like that. Doing so good for me.” He choked out, then thrusted into you, hitting your g-spot almost immediately. It made you let out a broken moan. He continued to thrust himself in and out, progressively getting faster. The noise of skin slapping against each other echoed around the room along with the squelching of your pussy.

“Fuck, princess.. she's grippin’ me so tight.. dont know if I can last for too long.” He admitted, holding onto your tit with his right hand. “Your cock feels so good inside me, Sam.. fuck. ‘M gonna cum!” You tell him.

“Tell me what you need, princess. Faster? Slower?” He pants while his thumb runs up and down your clit. “Just—dont stop! please..” He gladly obliges and next thing you know, your cum is coating his cock. You watch his dick slide in and out of you, witnessing the mess you made all over him.

“That's a good girl..” He mumbled and slid out, stroking himself a couple of times. He whimpered over and over again until he came all over your stomach. He panted while looking at the mess you two made. “So good, princess. Did so good for me.” He swallowed, then leaned down to give you a kiss. A sweet one.

“Lets get you cleaned up, yeah?” He mumbled against your lips, then pulled his boxers up and walked over to your bathroom to grab a towel. He came back and cleaned your stomach, then threw it in your hamper after he cleaned himself up, too.

He took your panties from his back pocket and smirked. “Think these are yours.” He says and set them down on your nightstand. He helped you put your bra back on and even grabbed a new pair of panties for you to wear. You were back in your clothes, cuddling up to him, hand laying on his chest while his hand stroked your cheek.

“I gotta go in a little bit, love.” He says, a little bummed out. “Okay..” you sighed. “You're.. not gonna tell Scotty, are you?” “Id be crazy if I did. I dont want him hating me. If he asks, im just gonna tell him that you were telling me how Alyssa didnt deserve me and that Chris is a jerk.” He chuckled. “Alright.” you nod.

“Come on, baby. Just cause im not gonna do this to you ever again, doesn't mean we can't still be friends.” He tried cheering you up, setting a kiss on your forehead. “Yeah, I guess.” Saying that made you think of Scotty. ‘I guess’ his favorite thing to say.

You felt so guilty. So guilty that when Sam said bye and left, you didn't really pay attention. You sat in your bed feeling like somewhat of a whore. It was just once, right? Just focus on something else, and you'll feel better later. And you did!

Sam went home that afternoon feeling bad, too. He feels like he took advantage of you. He betrayed his brother. He definitely wasn't gonna do this again. He peeked into Scotts room since the door was open—he was asleep. He closed the door for him and went to his own room. He was gonna do his best to forget about what he did.

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oh this was very VERY interesting to write, guys. it took like 2 and half hours too 😣 PLS LEAVE SUGGESTIONS ON WHAT THE NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD INCLUDE BC I RLY DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE..

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[thethickerside]

Twitter Fingers.

Warning: lots of TENSION. Dirty talk. Shuri has no filter. Very timid, but nasty main character. Mention of pornography. Smut. Strap on sex. StrapxShuri.

Gently spell checked, there may be spelling or grammar errors.

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She found herself clenching her legs and covering her mouth as the vibration of her favorite toy shocked her entire being. She moaned into her hand while looking over at her phone that was propped up. The lewd video lit up a small area in her dark room, the light reflecting back on her pleasure filled face.

But…the video wasn’t necessarily what she was thinking about. Of course, it’s right in her face, so she obviously could not hide her arousal towards it, but the thing that truly set her on fire was the caption.

She had been following a Twitter account that included all things lesbian. For the past few weeks she had been using her light pink rose to reach an orgasm; a direct result of her constantly viewing the Twitter page.

She could feel her orgasm creeping up on her as she moaned into a nearby pillow. As she went on, she couldn’t help thinking about whoever was behind this account fucking her. “I’m cumming…” she whimpered into her pillowed as she orgasmed.

While coming down, she laid there for about a minute before picking her phone up and scrolling to the top of the Twitter page. She felt embarrassed by the fact that she had came to Twitter porn, but she couldn’t stop her self from clicking the inbox button.

Before she could even think, she started to type up a message that conveyed her feelings.

“I’m new to Twitter, and I came across your page…and I just wanted to tell you that everything you’ve posted has effected me…I feel embarrassed that I’m even dm’ing you…”

She felt like she was going insane when she pressed the send button. She immediately regretted her decision and slammed the phone down on her bed. “I can’t believe I fucking did that…” She laid there in silence for some time before her phone buzzed.

Once she flipped it over, she was very surprised by the notification.

“Embarrassed..? Why is that?”

They fucking replied.

“They fucking replied…” She said as she stared at the notification on her phone. She gulped as the heat that was once at her core traveled to her face.

“I don’t mean any harm…but it’s just find it so morally wrong…it’s so sexual and graphic…”

She sent out that message, and it took a little bit longer for the reply to come in. “…was I being rude..?” She asked herself.

What she didn’t know is that the woman on the other end was laughing.

“I promise you, my page is just a small fraction of how sexual and graphic my mind is.”

“There’s more..?”

“So much more.”

“Can you show me..?”

She timid female stared at her screen for a couple of seconds, awaiting a response. She bit her bottom lip and sighed to herself. “Fuck…that was so stupid.”

“Call me.”

She gasped when she saw that message. She do don’t even know this person and she was already going to call them.

The line rung a couple of times before a simple “Hello?” was said.

“I didn’t expect you to sound like that.” The woman on the other side of the phone had a very relaxing voice.

“I didn’t know you were gonna sound the way you sound either. Where are you from..?” She asks.

“None of your concern. What’s your name?” The woman was firm.

“Athena.”

“…Athena…beautiful.” The woman said. Athena smiled behind her phone and chuckled lightly to herself.

“What’s your name?” Athena asks.

“…” The woman fell silent at this question. “Just call me Ri.”

Ri. As in short for Shuri. The queen of Wakanda couldn’t reveal her identity to a complete stranger online…just yet.

“…This may be a weird thing to ask…but can I see your face..?” Athena asked. She was prepared to be in the face of immediate rejection upon her request, but instead she was met with “Do you have Skype?”

“Yes! My username is Athenarooz”

After about 30 seconds, Athena was met with a call request.

She quickly sat up and looked in the mirror next to her bed before setting her phone up against a pillow. Her full face was in frame, with a tiny bit of her dark headboard showing.

Once she answered, she was met with the woman behind the account. Shuri didn’t show her whole entire face. The only part of her body that was in frame was the lower half. Athena couldn’t see her eyes or her nose. She didn’t mind though.

“Hi…” Athena gently said. Her heart shaped hair was slightly messy, and she had on simple pajamas.

Shuri thought she was adorable. She had cat like eyes, full cheeks, and a gold dainty necklace on.

Shuri smiled upon hearing her voice. Athena could see a flash of gold shine across Shuri’s bottom teeth once she smiled. “Hi.” Shuri simply said.

“So…um, I like your grills. They look really good.” Athena smiles warmly as she gazed at the other woman.

“Why thank you. I greatly appreciate it.” Shuri smirked at the compliment. “I like your pink lights…you look very pretty under them.” Athena felt her heart skip a beat before giggling to herself.

“Oh…thank you!” Athena said.

“Are they always that color, sithandwa?”

Athena could feel her pussy start to pulsate from the foreign term. “Well— no! They actually change colors.” Athena said while looking down at her sleeves.

“When do you change them?” Shuri asked.

Shuri didn’t want to make the girl feel rushed, but she knew there was a reason why she DM’d her.

“…you know…during certain times.” Athena felt so small under Shuri’s gaze, en thought she couldn’t even see her eyes.

“Like when you’re scrolling down my page…?” Shuri asked before leaning back in her seat. “Well…yes. Your page just…it makes me feel—“

“Aroused.” Shuri finished that sentence for her.

“What part makes you feel that way?” Shuri asked. At this point, Shuri was very intrigued with this girl’s sexual behavior.

“To be honest…it’s not the videos. O-of course, the girls help a lot!! But…it’s just the way you write your captions…they’re so sensual��” Athena says. She can’t help but to breathe a bit heavier while glancing at Shuri.

Shuri had never met a person who liked captions on Twitter porn more than the actual video.

“Athena?” Shuri calls out her name.

“Y-yes?” Athena’s eyes light up slightly at the mention of her name.

“What makes you climax?”

Athena felt like a waterfall had ripped through her core once she heard that question. She didn’t know how to answer that.

“…I honestly don’t know how to explain it…c-can I show you..?”

“Go ahead…” Shuri said. She watched Athena closely, waiting for any sign of sexual action.

“Um, okay! Give me one second.” Athena grabbed her ipad from her nightstand and quickly went to Shuri’s account. She scrolled for a bit before she recognized a video that repeatedly got her off.

“There’s this one video that I’ve watched a couple of times…” Athena showed the video to Shuri, turning her iPad to face her camera, letting Shuri watch.

“Hmm, it’s from my page.” Shuri said with a slight smirk.

“Yeah…how did you find this video..?” Athena asked.

“Quite honestly, I truly just browse. I get aroused quite often and when I do, I find more videos to put on my Twitter.” Shuri said.

“Have you ever done any of the things in the videos..?” Athena asked. She could feel her heart beating out of her chest at the thought of the other woman doing those things to her.

“…” Shuri was silent, once again. “Yes…why do you ask?”

Athena knew that what she was about to ask could go completely right, or terribly wrong.

“Do you see yourself doing those things to me..?”

Shuri paused at this. She could 100 percent see herself giving Athena immense pleasure, but she had to be careful because of who she is.

“Absolutely…but, I’m not in a position to do so.” Shuri replied.

“Why is that?” Athena asked.

“I’m not just a regular person…”

This statement struck fear into Athena.

“…w-who are you..?” Athena asked.

“If I tell you…it will change the trajectory of your entire life.” Shuri said. Her voice was laced with caution, not wanting Athena to make such a big decision.

“I don’t mind.” Athena said.

Shuri had to contemplate for a moment. She knew this will affect the both of them…but she was so fucking horny. She couldn’t make any rational decisions at the moment.

Shuri takes her computer screen and angles it upward, showing her full face to Athena. Upon seeing her, Athena tilted her head.

“…” Athena simply just gazed at her. The initial shock was there, but after a couple of seconds she just…shrugged.

“Shuri…queen of Wakanda…but, I don’t see how this matters…” Athena says with a slight giggle.

Shuri’s eyes widened at Athena’s claim. “You don’t think it matters??” Shuri questioned, feeling baffled by the other woman.

“We’re both horny…and honestly…I don’t really care about who you are.” Athena says before biting the inside of her lip.

Shuri’s body seemed to relax once that was said. “Bast…I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you…” she chuckles.

As time went on, Athena’s desire coursed through her body.

“Shuri…do you wanna fuck me?” Athena asked with a tiny smirk.

Shuri smirked and shook her head, chuckling to herself in disbelief. “I’ll be at your place in 15 minutes.” She said beofre the call ended.

Athena stared at the screen for a couple of seconds before running to the shower. She quickly freshened up before getting dressed.

Her pink baby tee complimented her pink spandex shorts. Her hair was in a claw clip, that also being pink. She had on some white fluffy slides, with her toes being painted a light pink color. She looked at herself in the mirror, contemplating whether or not she was underdressed.

“Hmm…” she looked at the clock next to her mirror and smiled lightly. “It’s 2am…who cares.” She reassured herself.

She grabbed her phone and went downstairs. Athena lived in-front of a large field, where she would go for jogs, or simply just journal at. She looked outside and saw a small aircraft parked in the field.

She couldn’t hear it land, so she suspected that it had to be Shuri.

The doorbell rang, and Athena could feel her heart go insane. She took a deep breath before walking over to the door and opening it, being met with Shuri looking at her through some Prada sunglasses.

“Hi.” Athena said. She quickly scanned Shuri’s figure, and saw that she was dressed casually as well. She had on some black sweatpants, and a black t-shirt.

“Hi.” Shuri said, smirking lightly at the girl. She’s adorable… Shuri thought to herself. She put her hand out, offering it to Athena.

Athena softly took her hand, and walked with her back to the aircraft. “I hope you don’t think I’m creepy or anything…I promise you I’m not going to hurt you.” Shuri said once they stepped inside. Athena smiled timidly and nodded, looking up at the other woman.

“No…oddly enough I didn’t think that…” Athena said with a slight chuckle.

Shuri stared softly at the other woman, taking off her sunglasses. She slowly walked to Athena, running her thumb across Athena’s bottom lip.

“You’re so pretty…intombi entle.” Shuri said. Athena could feel a her nipples immediately harden from the foreign language, and Shuri could see them.

She glanced down at Athena’s chest, seeing them press up against her cute pink shirt. “Are you excited?” Shuri asks, slipping her thumb in Athena’s mouth. Athena looked up at Shuri and nodded, her eyes being filled with desire.

“I can tell…” Shuri trailed off as she lifted up the other woman’s shirt, letting her full breast become exposed. Shuri let go of Athena, taking a seat in the aircraft. “Let me see you…” She leaned back in her chair, before sliding her own shirt off, having nothing but her gold panther necklace on. “Show me…” Shuri demanded softly.

Athena stood infront of Shuri and took her shirt off, and then her shorts. “You don’t have anything on under that…” Shuri said to her. She smirked at Athena before calling her over with just a hand gesture. Shuri spread her legs and let Athena straddle her.

Athena’s nude body was pressed up against Shuri, as she could feel her underwear become soaked. Shuri could feel Athena’s desire, all thanks to her heightened senses.

“I just want you to know…this is just sex.” Shuri said while gazing into Athena’s eyes.

Athena giggled while leaning into Shuri. She could feel the other woman’s hands travel to her backside, squeezing it firmly. “You did have to say that…you could’ve just fucked me.” Athens says.

What Shuri and Athena didn’t know is that their relationship was not going to just be sex.

Shuri immediately captured Athena’s lips in a passionate kiss. The kiss was hot, passionate, and sloppy. The two woman were incredibly aroused, and they didn’t hold anything back.

“Fuck…” Shuri pulled away from the kiss and hissed as she continued to grope and smack the other woman’s ass. “I didn’t know you had all this…” Shuri chuckled before kissing along Athena’s jawline. “Oh please…it’s nothing.” Athena dismisses her remark, biting her lip from Shuri’s touch.

Shuri’s kisses halted. She looked up at Athena, her gold grill showing from the low exposure lighting in the aircraft. She raised her eyebrow, smirking lightly.

“It’s nothing???”

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“Holy shit!!” Athena moaned out. By this time, Shuri had bent Athena over. Her fingers were digging into Athena’s hips as she snapped her hips into a thrust. The black and silver strap glistened in the light as she continued to fuck Athena.

“Let me tell you…It’s not nothing. Your ass looks so good from back here..” Shuri said before throwing her head back, hissing and moaning at the feeling of Athena squeezing her. “I can feel you usana. I can feel you squeezing the shit out of me. You like this?” Shuri moaned out. Athena couldn’t answer. She was too busy shoving her face into the bed that was located at the back of the air craft. “S-so good…” Athena whimpered out.

Shuri couldn’t believe the words that were coming out her mouth. All of her lewd thoughts that she would hide just came spilling out. It was almost like Athena’s body drew them out of her. She was hooked.

“Shit Athena!” Shuri said before pulling her strap out quickly and grabbing her phone. “I want to record you…I wanna watch this back over and over again…will you let me..?” Shuri asked while kissing down her back.

Athena looked back at Shuri with a euphoric expression. “Do it…” Athena answered. Before she could turn back around, Shuri had started to record, the flash from the phone highlighting the pleasurable experience.

Shuri inserted her fingers, pumping them slowly, while her thumb rubbed the other woman’s clit. “S-Shuri—“ Athena moaned while her legs began to shake.

“You close..?” Shuri asked while looking directly at Athena. “Y-yes…” Athena whimpered while making eye contact with her. “What are you gonna do..? Hmm?” Shuri asks, her pace speeding up. “I-I’m gonna cum..” Athena whispered. “Let me see it…” Shuri said with a slight smirk. Athena came undone on Shuri’s fingers. She couldn’t even let out a moan, the feeling was so euphoric.

“O-oh my fucking god!!” Athena whimpered out. “That was beautiful Athena…” Shuri said before putting her phone away, feeling incredibly aroused still. Shuri gently laid Athena down on the bed, grabbing her chin, and planting a gentle kiss on her lips. “I’m gonna make you cum again…okay??” Shuri said while her lips brushed against Athena’s.

Athena could soon feel Shuri’s length stroke into her. Tears of pleasure fell from her eyes as she let out soft moans, Shuri’s name falling from her lips. She looked up at her and marveled at her appearance.

Shuri’s gold chain glistened up against her skin, her bare upper body being on full display as her thrust became quicker.

On the other hand, Shuri couldn’t take her eyes off Athena. Even when her body wanted to close them, she couldn’t. She was entranced by the look of pleasure that was displayed on the other woman’s face. Her thrusts quickened as she could feel Athena squeeze her once more. “Come on baby…I know you want too…” Shuri moaned out, encouraging Athena.

“F-fuck! You’re gonna make me cum again…” Athena moaned out while her eyes rolled back slightly. “Give it to me…” Shuri said. Her thick Wakndan accent had Athena cumming in seconds.

“Shit, you look so pretty…I’m gonna cum from just looking at you—“ Shuri said before moaning loudly. She orgasm washed over her like a thunder storm and had her Whimpering.

Both woman were left breathing heavily before Shuri pulled out and laid beside Athena.

There was about two minutes of just silence.

Athena and Shuri were just gazing at each other. The both of them felt a buzz, leaving them feeling euphoric.

“That was…amazing..” Shuri said, hooking her arm around Athena’s back, pulling her closer. By this time, Shuri had discarded her strap, leaving their two completely hide bodies cuddled into one another. “…it really was…” Athena said before falling into a deep slumber.

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When Athena woke up, she was back in her own bed. She looked around, feeling slightly disappointed when she couldn’t find Shuri. She understood that it was just sex, but deep down, she was wishing for more.

She laid back in her bed, sighing to herself. “I guess she was being serious…this really was just sex.” Athena says to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by a Skype call notification from…Shuri. Her eyes widened in slight shock as she checked her appearance and answered quickly.

“Hello, sthandwa…” Shuri said. Her tone was warm and she had a look of adoration on her face.

“Hi Shuri…” Athena said, rubbing her arm shyly.

Both of the woman found it insane how sexual they are some hours ago, and how they are so much different in each others presence now.

But my gosh, this is only the beginning.

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Lol.

[slvttyplum]

౨ৎ Scotty doesn’t know | Suguru Geto

You know that song, “Scotty doesn’t know," talking about how a guy from a band is fucking someone's girlfriend? Yeah, just replace Scotty with Satoru.

Satoru doesn’t know that every Sunday, Suguru beats your back in like Satoru could never.

His big hands caressing your limp body thrown on the soft surface he made under you, right in his spacious van.

His fingers are tracing every bit of your body while his knee is in between your legs, and his big hand gripping your soft thighs.

Your moans could be heard a block away the way he fucks you and makes you feel. It’s so wrong, but god, it feels so good.

Suguru would wait 10 minutes after Satoru left your place to come swoop you up, that arrogant smirk slithering on his face.

"Are you sure your boy toy left?” He would ask every single time, and you would feel bad every single time.

But the way he thrust himself into you after the fact made you feel better.

“Tell me how good I make you feel; he could never fuck you like this.” Suguru grunts out, his bangs sticking to the sweat on his forehead.

The worst part is that he was right; Satoru was gentle and slow, making sure to take in everything, which was way different from Suguru.

Who fucks you like it’s his last time seeing you; who fucks you like he won’t get another chance to touch you; who fucks you like you’re his and his only.

It was a secret you kept hidden in your pocket, far, far away from anyone and everyone; not even your closest friends knew.

In Suguru's head, he was doing Satoru a favor by keeping you in check and making sure you felt good.

"Please, don’t tell him.” You muttered in between Suguru's legs while he threw his hair in a ponytail.

He smiled, wrapping his hair up and putting his arm around you. Your body is so warm, he wishes he could keep you like this.

"Now, why would I do that to you, baby?" He trailed off, the smell of cigarettes and his cologne mixing in the van.

Yeah, why would he?

You loved Satoru with all your heart, but you had needs that needed to be met, so why not have Suguru help with that?

Satoru doesn’t have to know.

[littlexdeaths]

scotty doesn’t know - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: no use of y/n, cheating, protected piv sex, light degradation kink, spanking, phone sex kinda?, shitty boyfriend behavior, mentions of alcohol/partying, some angst, all characters are 18+!

series masterlist

based on scotty doesn’t know by lustra

a/n: i’ve worked so hard to spruce up this series and i’m so excited to be reposting it for you all. be on the lookout for the next two parts. this fic is my actual baby, and it means so much to me. i hope you all enjoy xx.

word count: 4.3k

It had started out as mostly a joke, a proposition that he never imagined you’d actually take him up on.

You always thought Eddie Munson, the town ‘freak’ was incredibly attractive, not that you’d ever voice that opinion to anyone. Mostly due to the fact that you had a boyfriend, who in the eyes of everyone in Hawkins— was the definition of perfect.

Scott McGuire was a great boyfriend… on the surface.

He was a star basketball player, friends with the most popular people in school. His family was loaded, despite being from a small town like Hawkins. He drove a Mercedes, and made you feel so special. When he had asked you out halfway through your junior year, you were over the moon.

And in the beginning of your relationship, you were beyond smitten with him. But after a year of dating him, you’d come to realize he was nothing you had wanted.

Scott was arrogant, vain and downright cruel. His biggest flaw being that he took absolute pleasure in causing pain to others. The main target of his rage was Eddie and his band of ‘freaks’. His best friend Jason was right by his side, constantly tormenting the group. But always Eddie more so than anyone else. You never enjoyed it, always finding a way to escape the moment an insult (or a punch) was thrown his way.

Despite all of this, you felt pressured to stay with him.

Your parents absolutely adored him and so did your friends. Most of which were the girlfriends of his friends. Your lives had become so interwoven you felt trapped. So to appease everyone else in your life, you continued the relationship. Even though you knew you didn’t love him.

In your eyes he was, all around, the worst boyfriend you could have landed… especially when it came to sex.

Scott was terrible in bed.

He only wanted you on his terms, only caring about his wants and needs. And in the year you’d been with him, he’d never made you come. Not once. At first you thought something was wrong with you, that you were broken.

But the more you talked with your friends on the cheer squad, the quicker you began to realize it was a Scott problem. Not a you problem. So you started faking it, your little act becoming so good that you even deluded yourself into believing it sometimes.

But that was how you got yourself into this predicament in the first place.

You were at a party at Chrissy’s, a celebration for the basketball team making it to the state championship. Initially you wanted to stay home, as parties were never something you enjoyed. But you knew how bad it would look if you didn’t show. So you went, swallowing your pride with a fake smile plastered across your face.

You let yourself fall into the role of the proud, doting girlfriend. You knew how to play it well, as it was second nature to you at this point.

At some point during the night Scott had pulled you into a random bedroom, with the promises of rocking your world. Those promises fell short, as they always did. Scott had you propped up on the unmade bed, gripping your hips as he pounded sloppily into you. The fake moans that left your lips somehow had convinced you both that you were enjoying yourself.

That is until the door swung open and a semi-tipsy Eddie Munson stumbled upon the scene. He was originally looking for the bathroom, much to the embarrassment of you both. You couldn’t hide the shame that flitted across your features, or stop your moans from faltering slightly.

Scott miraculously didn’t notice the intrusion as he continued to thrust into you, your fake moans continuing to fill the small bedroom. Your eyes were locked with Eddie’s as he stood frozen in the doorway. The two of you just stared at each other for a few moments, before he snapped out of whatever stupor he was in and quickly left the room.

You figured nothing would come from it, except for a new found embarrassment every time you saw him in class. But what you didn’t expect was for him to seek you out in study hall that following Monday.

You were in the library, searching for a new book to read when he cornered you. His curls were wild, that faded Hellfire shirt hugged his broad shoulders nicely. A playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as you tried not to stare. But those brown eyes seemed to look right through you.

“You know, I’ve seen better acting in pornos.” He spoke softly, as not to embarrass either of you.

Or to alert Ms. Hall, the school librarian.

She was such a hard ass, especially when it came to talking in the library. You had hoped that maybe Eddie would’ve been too drunk to remember what happened at the party. Or both of you would ignore the situation.

But that clearly wasn’t the case. You can feel the embarrassment coursing through you as you actively avoided his curious gaze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Munson,” you sneer before turning on your heel, grabbing a random book off the shelf in the process.

You clutch the paperback closer to your chest as you quickly try to escape the conversation.

He doesn’t let you get very far though, trailing behind you before taking a seat next to you at one of the study tables.

“I mean it must be frustrating, faking it all the time,” he continues nonchalantly, resting a ringed hand next to yours on the table.

His fingertips drum against the faux wood, as you struggle to think of a reply. But your continued silence and flustered appearance spoke volumes as you began to fiddle with the frayed hem of your dress.

Eddie leans in closer, letting his breath fan across your face. The smell of his spicy cologne and a hint of smoke engulfs your senses, making your head spin.

He hums softly, keeping his voice low, “Just doesn’t seem fair. Any decent guy would make sure you were being treated well.”

You could feel his body heat due to the close proximity, biting your lip as you stopped yourself from leaning against him.

“He does treat me well,” you whisper back, glancing down at the book as you begin flipping through the pages.

Eddie scoffs at the notion as his hand reaches out to close the cover again. His fingertips brush against yours in the process, the small touch sending tingles down your spine.

The male glances around the mostly empty library before he leans in closer. His lips nearly graze the shell of your ear as you hold your breath in anticipation. Eddie chuckles deeply, enjoying just how flustered he’s made you.

“Well, if you want to know what it’s like to be properly taken care of…” he trails off, as you let out a shaky breath. “You know where to find me, sweetheart.”

The promise behind his words instantly makes your thighs clench together. Watching in stunned silence as he quickly gets up and strolls out of the library.

Those words sat with you for days, taunting you.

Finding yourself utterly frustrated, in more ways than one. You just couldn’t shake how badly you wanted to take him up on that offer. Morally, you knew it was wrong— you had a boyfriend.

But there was something that felt so right about it.

Despite your initial reservations, you very quickly found yourself in the back of Eddie’s van. Your legs were flung over his shoulders, your fingers tangled in his curls as his tongue had you seeing stars. It became blatantly obvious from your first time together that there was no way this could be a one time thing.

So you compromised, agreeing to meet up once a week. But only on Sundays, when you could give Scott the excuse of going to church with your parents. Ironically your family was not the church going type, but your boyfriend never questioned it.

However the longer you snuck around with Eddie, the more insatiable you became. Until it was almost a daily occurrence that you were under him, begging him to show you everything you were missing out on. It had surprised the both of you, but Eddie was more than happy to oblige.

But the constant sneaking around meant you couldn’t exclusively fuck in the back of his van anymore. Causing the both of you to become more creative in the process.

More than once you’d pull him under the bleachers in the gym once basketball practice ended. His ringed fingers tangled in your hair as you dropped to your knees. Or he’d bend you over the table in the drama room after a Hellfire campaign, dice and crushed cans of Mountain Dew falling off the table with each thrust of his hips.

But it still wasn’t enough, which led you to take more drastic measures.

You were on all fours, fingers clutching your floral bed sheets as Eddie pounded into you from behind.

Your parents were gone for the weekend to celebrate their wedding anniversary. Which left you with the house all to yourself, something that didn’t happen often. So this was an opportunity you didn’t want to pass up. Dialing his number before you even got out of bed that morning.

Regardless of his not so stellar reputation, it didn’t seem to sway a lot of women in Hawkins. And despite what Scott might have told you, Eddie has had plenty of sexual partners before. As many jumped at the chance to see if the rumors about the local freak were true. Which only seemed to fuel more rumors about the metalhead.

But out of everyone he had ever slept with— you were by far the neediest of them all.

Eddie couldn’t deny that he loved it. Knowing he was the only one who could turn you into a crying, blubbering mess. Not even seemingly perfect Scotty McGuire could make you feel this way. He would pay to see the look on his face if he could see just how wrecked you were.

Tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as you begged the town freak to fuck you harder.

“Look at you, such a needy little slut,” he chuckles, condensation lacing his tone. “Couldn’t even wait a whole day for my cock, huh?”

Eddie was by far the biggest guy you’ve ever had, and he certainly knew how to use it. His cock reached places inside you that you didn’t know existed until now. So it was no surprise that you didn’t want to wait another day to see him again.

But deep down you knew that wasn’t the only reason you had called him over. However, you weren’t entirely ready to have that conversation with yourself yet.

“I… shit,” you mewl, finding yourself at a loss for words as he increased his pace.

Pathetic whines spill past your lips with each thrust of his hips, your walls gripping him tightly. Pleasure coursed through you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. A mixture of your arousal and his spit was smeared across your thighs. A reminder of where he’d been slotted between them earlier.

“Aww, come on, sweetheart,” he teases, nipping at your ear as he slows to a more gradual pace. “Be a good girl and tell me who’s making you feel so good.”

The orgasm that had been building in your abdomen suddenly fizzles out as he stills his hips at your deepest point. You nearly cry out in defeat as he lands a harsh slap on your ass.

You knew the rules by now, he needed to hear you.

“Y-You… fuck you are, Eddie.” He hummed in response, guiding your hips forward.

“That’a girl.”

The drag of his cock has you whining, the sound quickly being drowned out by the phone on your bedside table. You fully intended to ignore the shrill ringing as you began grinding your ass back against him. But he grips your hips to stop any further movement.

“Answer it.”

Your eyes widen as you glance over your shoulder at him, bewilderment crossing your features. There’s a smirk playing on his lips as he lands another slap on your ass, “That wasn’t a suggestion, sweetheart.”

You quickly fumble for the phone, not wanting this to end so soon. You’d come to realize just how much Eddie enjoyed teasing you the more you slept together. But you’d had enough teasing for one day.

So you place the receiver against your ear, trying to calm your erratic breathing, “H-Hello?”

You mentally curse yourself for the way your voice shakes, feeling your stomach drop at the voice on the other end of the line.

“You alright, babe? You sound winded,” you can hear the slightest bit of suggestiveness in his tone, having to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

This was something you’d come to expect from Scott, the male always finding a way to bring sex into every conversation. Despite knowing he was actually spot on this time, only it wasn’t your fingers that were buried inside you.

But what you didn’t anticipate was for Eddie to start thrusting back into you at a leisurely pace. You bite down onto your lower lip for a moment before you laugh, the sound not at all genuine. But Scott couldn’t tell the difference, he never paid enough attention.

“I’m great, Scott.” Your breath hitches in your throat as Eddie’s lips graze over your shoulder, “J-Just in the middle of a… workout.”

You hear Eddie laugh softly behind you, the male on the other end blissfully unaware of the kind of workout you were currently engaged in. Despite your initial reservations about answering the phone, you couldn’t deny the rush it gave you. Almost wanting to be caught like this.

“You still swinging by the party tonight?” Scott asks, as you continue to pulse around Eddie’s thick shaft.

His thrusts deepen, slipping a hand between your thighs to rub your sensitive clit. Your thoughts are completely jumbled as you try to stay engaged with the conversation. But it’s proving to be difficult.

“P-Party?” You breathe out, gripping the receiver tighter in your palm.

You can hear your boyfriend’s annoyed sigh, knowing he was rolling his eyes as your own rolled into the back of your head. Eddie grunts softly in your other ear as he rams into your sweet spot. It took every bit of your remaining self restraint to not moan directly into the phone.

“It’s Tommy’s birthday. I told you about it last week,” he huffs, clearly no longer amused.

You vaguely recall the conversation, but lately you’d found yourself tuning him out more and more. Having much more important things to occupy your attention.

“Right! No, I remember now.” Your words come out whinier than you intended, but Scott doesn’t seem to notice.

You were getting close, and Eddie knew it too.

“So? Are you coming?”

Eddie stifles another laugh at the unintended joke.

He quickly wraps his ringed fingers around the base of your throat and lifts you, so your back is now flush against his sweaty chest. The new angle allows him to slip even deeper inside, causing a gasp to escape you. You quickly disguise it as a cough, before answering your boyfriend.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Listen, I-I gotta go. See you tonight.”

You hang up the phone before he even has a chance to respond. The loud moan that was trapped in your throat is finally set free, earning a groan from the male behind you.

Eddie’s disheveled curls began tickling your face as he leaned toward your ear again, “Bet he didn’t suspect a damn thing, huh?”

You can hear the smugness in his tone, whimpering as he puts more pressure on your clit.

“Cause he can’t make you feel the way I do. Can he, sweetheart?” You frantically nod your head before letting it fall back onto his shoulder.

You know you can’t hold out for much longer, and judging by the way his cock twitches inside you— Eddie won’t either.

His lips attach themselves to the curve of your neck, sucking harshly as you tremble in his arms.

“Ed… f-fuck I’m gonna—” you are unable to finish your thought as that familiar wave of euphoria crashes over you.

He nearly growls as you cry out his name again and again, the sound being his undoing. He spills into the condom with a grunt of your name, his chest heaving as he buries himself at your deepest point. The sounds of his erratic breathing mixes with yours, filling the now quiet space of your bedroom. Feeling utterly weak in the best way possible.

And if his arms weren’t securely wrapped around your waist, you would’ve collapsed face first into the mattress.

You stay entangled like that for a few moments while you both come down from your highs. Enjoying the way his lips press against the curve of your shoulder.

Eddie’s actions are gentle now, carefully guiding your hips up to slip out of you. He coaxes you to lay on your back, a lazy smile playing on your lips as you gazed up at him. As amazing as the sex was, what came after was just as enjoyable.

Emotionally, your boyfriend was always unavailable.

Especially after a round in the sheets, he was particularly cold. In the year you’d been together Scott had never once held you or comforted you. It always left you with an overwhelming sense of shame— of feeling used.

So naturally you had expected the same kind of treatment from Eddie, as you had never experienced aftercare before. After that first time together you had begun to put your clothes back on, attempting to leave right away.

But he stopped you with a soft, “Don’t go.”

It didn’t take much convincing as you laid your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. He kept you tucked in his embrace for hours, fingertips dancing along your hip. From that moment on it was the same treatment. His affection only increased the more you fooled around.

Your eyes follow him as he rises from the bed to toss the condom in your trash bin. Giving Eddie the opportunity to finally take a look around your room.

You suddenly felt nervous as he made his way over to your record collection, flicking through the vinyls with the utmost care. While your popularity status had recently changed due to dating Scott, you always felt out of place amongst them. You could never be your full authentic self, in fear of rejection from your peers.

Eddie seemed to find a record that he liked, sliding it out of its sleeve and placing it on the turntable. It is quiet for a moment, the crackle of the record is almost comforting. Soon the beginning notes of the Labyrinth soundtrack fill that silence. You instantly feel shy, not expecting him to choose that album in particular.

Your boyfriend had teased you relentlessly for your love of David Bowie, always complaining about how weird he was. It made you feel ashamed to talk about any of your interests, most of which you’d hidden away in fear of being mocked.

But with that small act Eddie had proved, once again, that he was superior to Scott in every way imaginable.

He begins to hum along to the opening track, grabbing his boxers from the pile of your discarded clothes on the floor. Sliding the checkered material back over his legs, the fabric hanging low on his hips. You bite your lip as your eyes drift over his pale skin, zeroing in on the patch of hair that descended into his waistband.

“Keep giving me those eyes and we’re gonna have a problem, princess.” He teases, his smirk widening as he catches you ogling him.

You feel your body flush as he shoots you a playful wink before slipping into your adjoined bathroom. You hear the tap turn on, the rush of water mingling with the sultry baritone of Bowie’s vocals. You allow your body to relax against the mattress, a sense of calm washing over you.

Eddie wasn’t gone for long, emerging from the bathroom with a glass of water and a damp washcloth. He sets the glass on your nightstand, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. The male carefully parts your legs, pressing a kiss to your knee as he cleans up the mess of salvia and slick that has dried onto your thighs.

You let your eyes linger on his face, watching him in complete admiration. His cheeks are tinged pink, no doubt from the weight of your gaze. He’s also not used to being regarded with such gentleness.

Eddie sheepishly avoids your eyes as he stands, tossing the used cloth into your hamper. You scoot into a sitting position to take a few sips of water from the glass. Blatantly checking him out as he bends over to grab another piece of clothing from your carpeted floor.

“Arms up,” he instructs, allowing him to pull your oversized shirt over your head.

He quickly joins you again, causing a small giggle to escape you as he squeezes himself onto your twin sized mattress. The male grins, allowing you to drape your body over his. You tangle your limbs together, instinctively resting your head on his chest.

Your eyes flutter shut as you listen to the steady beat of his heart in your ear. A soft smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your head.

In moments like this, it was easy for you to pretend that Eddie Munson was all yours.

There were no worries about being caught, or what anyone in this god forsaken town had to say about it. But the more time you spent with him, the more you began to realize that you wanted him all to yourself.

You knew it was incredibly selfish, he didn’t deserve to be someone’s secret side piece. So you kept these newly emerging feelings to yourself.

“You feeling okay?” His voice cuts through your thoughts, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “I wasn’t too rough or anything, was I?”

Eddie’s tone was vastly different from how he’d spoken to you earlier, and yet it only made your adoration for him grow. Knowing he truly cared about your feelings, it wasn’t just a courtesy.

His hand gently caresses your sore ass, his fingertips continuing to ghost over the curve of your spine. The tenderness of his actions made you shiver as you nuzzled your face back into his chest.

“It was perfect.” You hum, voice echoing your contentment, “You were perfect.”

Gentle, rough or anything in between— you’d be grateful as long as it was with him.

You were sure he could feel the warmth that had begun to seep into your cheeks at your admission. Reaching out his hand to delicately grasp your chin, tilting your head up to meet his curious gaze.

But it wasn’t just curiosity that shone through his eyes.

There was something else. Something deeper simmering beneath the surface of his irises.

This was uncharted territory for you, as no one, not even your boyfriend had regarded you in such a way before. But that single look alone made your heart flutter rapidly against your ribs.

You both begin to lean in without realizing, lips brushing together as you cradle his jaw. This was something completely new for both of you. While you’d kissed plenty of times, it never happened after the sex ended.

This was quickly becoming a dangerous game, one neither of you had any intention of losing.

And as hard as you tried to avoid your feelings, you knew you were starting to fall for him. Which was the most dangerous game of them all.

Your lips continued to move against each other for what felt like forever, only breaking apart to catch your breath every so often. Kissing Eddie was just as addicting as every other part of him, and you never wanted it to end.

So you stayed like that for hours, stealing kisses in between gentle words. He told you about his home life with Wayne, how he’d listened and memorized every single chord of Master of Puppets until he got it right. Little things that made you understand exactly who Eddie Munson really was.

But time seemed to pass by in an instant, the evening sky bathing the walls of your room in a golden hue. A signal that it was time for him to leave.

You felt a tug on your heartstrings as you watched him slide open your bedroom window, desperately wishing the circumstances were different.

“Wait!” you call as he was already halfway through the window, flashing you a grin as you bounded over to him.

You press a searing kiss to his mouth as he cups your cheek, neither of you quite willing to be the first to pull away.

“I gotta go,” he tries to mask the disappointment in his tone, pressing one last kiss to your lips before slipping out of your window completely.

You watch as the male clumsily jumps down from the second story, his wallet chain jingling upon impact. Eddie takes a moment to steady himself before he turns back to glance up at you. Giving you a little bow before he’s off, cutting through your neighbors yard to get back to his van.

You can hear the blaring guitar of Quiet Riot as he starts up the engine, the rumble echoing in your ears as he takes off down the empty street.

Taking a little piece of your heart with him.

tagging some peeps who seemed interested 💕

@xxbimbobunnyxx @vamp-bunny @munsonhoneybaby @mugloversonly @lokis-army-77

and a special shoutout to my bby @undead-supernova for always being my lil cheerleader ily 🫶🏻

[axailslink]

Happy Birthday~

Scotty x FEM!reader

Synopsis: Scotty likes you and has liked you for a very long time in fact she can't hide her feelings any longer. So, what better day to tell you then on your birthday while you've had a few drinks and are feeling fearless?

Birthday girl here! Birthday girl there! Your small group of friends had whisked you to many places first your dinner which consisted of every piece of food you could inhale along with everyone's card which you tucked in your gift bags to read later. Then you were dragged to the bar not for long you're sure it was a distraction from them filling your house with pink balloons and more alcohol and crowding your floor in gifts which lay at your feet at the moment. "I'm convinced y'all tryna fuck me." Of course, you can never just say "thank you" it's not in your vocabulary not with your friends not with the group of idiots you've known more than the years of life you dedicated to school and classes. It's about time for everyone to retire sadly so you say your goodbyes and give your last hugs for the night. Expecting to be left alone you have a knock on your door breaking you away from opening your gifts you trip past the bags and to the door opening it to see Scotty holding a teddy bear as big as herself but from the awkwardness you're sure it's her. "A little birdie told me it was your birthday" you can't help but smile at Scotty's overwhelmingly childish behavior "it would seem you are late to the party" she sighs as you pull the life sized bear away from her face to see her sad facial expression "work cornered me but I wouldn't miss it just over anything..." You hug Scotty and pull her into the house tripping over a few things but never letting her go. "I can't stay for long I actually have to go in a minute but I wanted to give you this she pulls away and hands you a hefty birthday card surprised by the weight of it you want to open it immediately but she stops you. "Could you wait until I'm gone?" "What? No it must be important it's heavy" you rip open the letter as if it's the first one you've received when you know you have plenty tucked in the gifts circling both of your feet. Scotty seems stuck in her place as you take out the letter with little hearts plastered over the papers maybe about fifteen photos fall from your hands when you unfold the paper and you're smiling ear to ear as you pick them up and look at them. In each one Scotty's smiling ear to ear and looking at you like you're the best thing created by the gods in one photo though it's just you smiling. "Awe Scotty" you hug her as you start to read the letter but as you read you slowly widen your eyes. "Scotty" Scotty looks past you unsure if it's safe to even look in your direction she doesn't. She braces herself to be hit or yelled at but after thirty seconds neither thing happens so finally she looks at you "I don't understand." You very well do but maybe it's a mistake there's no way your friend you've cared for for years has had some crush on you not Scotty not sweet Scotty. "I don't know how I can make it clearer" her words make you nod "I'm tired of acting like I don't like you" you slowly pull away from her but it's her turn to hug you and hold you close.

"Y/n as ridiculous as this is going to sound I don't want to be your friend I'm tired of being your friend" she nestles her face into the crook of your neck as she breathes you in "please don't hate me for this." You shake your head in disbelief as she slowly pulls away "I value our friendship I do" you mumble "I love you" Scotty said these words to you often but hearing them now and knowing the way she means them in this very moment you're blinded and deaf even you can't look anywhere you can't hear anything but you can feel her. Her hands gently pressed into your back and her tears steaming down her face and onto your bare shoulders. She finally lets you go giving you a view of her face which is a mess the tears have destroyed her and it weakens your heart to see her in so much pain it makes you wonder. Has she always felt like this? Did she feel like this every time you got a new lover? What about those times you discussed your sex life with her? Everything must have hurt... To think she thought her life was unrequited.

Scotty breaks free from the grip that is you but as she turns on her heels you grab her and pull her back to you keeping her close you grab her face with both hands on her cheeks firmly pressing soft kisses to her tear stained face. You place a kiss everywhere starting on her forehead, both cheeks, her nose then her lips... But you don't stop there you turn her head and kiss her ear and the side of her neck... You don't know what possesses you but Scotty does as she turns her head and gives you a proper kiss now one that's full of so many emotions she doesn't let you pull away to breathe. Your tongues run against each other neither fighting for dominance but instead both enjoying the comfort of the other. When she finally pulls away she's confused but you grab her by the collar of her shirt crumpling the letter in hand "happy birthday" she mumbles you nod "where did you say you needed to go?" Scotty shakes her head "I don't remember." You smile "good."

A/n: What do you do when boredom hits? Remember you write fanfiction ✍🏾

[droopycoquette]

LETITIA WRIGHT FIC RECS!!!

Just a list of Shuri, Jamie, Scotty, and Letitia fics that touched me in all the right places. Some of these didn't have names or summaries so I gave them titles or summarized them. ENJOY!!!

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SHURI

Want You Extensively(Part 1) by @inmyheadimobsessed

Summary: you and shuri broke up, and you're trying to get over her (not really). shuri makes it exceedingly hard to do so.

Warnings: angst, jealousy, possessive!shuri, slight public smut(18+), fluff, wakanda forever spoilers

Word count: 5k

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Knew I'd Always Come Crawling back by @inmyheadimobsessed

Summary: a question looms in the air: will you and shuri make it to your dinner reservation on time, if at all?

Warnings: just pure smut & filth (18+), thigh riding, strap!shuri, multiple orgasms, oral, fingering, overstimulation, slight praise!kink, fluff at the end because romance is real!

Word count: 4.3k

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When I Had The Chance by @haechvn

Summary: You get hurt by Namor 

Warnings: Angst. M!rder. Dark!Shuri. Glory. I think. A little Smut. Shuri is sick of this shit.

Word count: 1k

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Marry Me by @justariellove

Summary: After the loss of everything Shuri decides to take it out on you. Resulting in her almost losing you for good. 

Warnings: fluff, angst

Word Count: Medium

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Don't Play With Me, Princess by @haechvn

Summary: Shuri being jealous

Warnings: JEALOUS!SHURI. TOP!SHURI. VIBRANIUM STRAP!SHURI. SHURI IS A MUNCHARTD. SHURI SMUT. NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. FACEFUCKING. SHURI LIKES TO BE CALLED QUEEN/YOUR HIGHNESS. THAT'S ALL.

Word Count: 1.3k

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Smoking Weed With Shuri by @haechvn

Summary: Headcanon

Warnings: None

Word Count: .6k

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All Up In You're Mind by @inmyheadimobsessed

Summary: you think shuri doesn't notice you. cute first kiss 

Warnings: fluff

Word count: .6k

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I'm Not Trying To Seduce You by @rayrayvan

Summary: The honeymoon phase

Warnings: fluff

Word count: Short

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Caught by @writingintheshadowsforever

Summary: You get caught

Warnings: fluff, suggestive content

Word Count: Short

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Your Spark Got Lazy by @inmyheadimobsessed

Summary:  shuri misses your birthday dinner because she's too caught up in her work, things ensue

Warnings: hurt/comfort (if you squint), smut (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

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Diary by @ppawmpkin

Summary: You leave your diary in Shuri's lab

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: medium

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Nosy by @starsvck

Summary: You want to learn from Shuri

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: short

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Impromptu Lazy Day by @tchhairbandhere

Summary: clingy shuri wants to spend the day with you doing absolutely nothing. fluff on fluff on fluff~

Warnings: fluff

Word count: short

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Plushie by @writingintheshadowsforever

Summary: Shuri finds you asleep with a black panther plushie

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: medium

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Off To Bed Little One by @rayrayvan

Summary: It's time for bed for your little one

Warnings: Fluff, Mom!Shuri x Mom!fem!reader

Word Count: short

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Kidnapped by @nexusnyx

Summary: You were kidnapped by Namor, sending Shuri into a grateful fit

Warnings: violence, kidnapping, fluff, friends to lovers, protective!shuri, soft ending

Word Count: 2k

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Can't Help It If You're Bored by @tchhairbandhere

summary: Y/n was simply bored, time to do something unnecessary and mildly chaotic in Shuri’s lab just because she can.

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: .8k

LETITIA

Feelings(Part 1) by @ventingfanfics

Summary: You're bestfriend is having relationship problems

Warnings: fluff, angst

Word count: medium

[generallysapphic]

another short and sweet +18 (scotty x reader)

for @inmyheadimobsessed 💗💗

scotty is so shy you almost think she’ll cave in on herself if she shys up more.

you’ve wanted her to come out of her shell more often but you were okay with waiting. until you realized she was probably pent up with herself too. you came home to your shared apartment one day, it was quiet and warm like it always was, but there was some movement in your bedroom. you figured scotty was sleeping, maybe even getting some work done or just getting up so you thought nothing of it.

you walked up the steps quietly, fearing you would wake her and you peered around the corner, a soft smile on your face preparing you to see your girlfriend sleeping but that’s not what you saw at all. through the cracked door, slightly open and ajar, lay scotty, hand down her briefs and the other twisting at her breast, eyes shut tightly and eyebrows furrowed.

you stilled, eyes widening.

scotty was masturbating.

you didn’t know what to do— the talk of sex was one you had with scotty every blue moon, which you were fine with, it’s not like she owed you her body because you were together but she tended to shy away from the topic, so you never pressed. but this..

scotty’s hand was moving with vigor, small circular motions on her clit, like she couldn’t wait any longer to finally touch herself and she looked content but still unsatisfied. her moans were short and breathily, like she was there but not yet. her lips were wet as her tongue kept poking out and licking around, bottom lip between her teeth and nostrils flared.

you were completely mesmerized. scotty looked so gorgeous like this— needy and vulnerable, a side you saw so infrequently, but now that you had seen it in all its glory you needed more. you swallowed, feeling your underwear dampen and you tried to think of a sexy and comforting way to come in and help her out.

but instead of a calming introduction, your phone goes off, some stupid spam text from your job, and you gasp, pawing at your pockets to silence it, “shit, shit,” you whisper and you can hear scotty gasp and move, sitting up, and pulling up the covers, “y/n!?” she says incredulously and you sigh and close your eyes, opening the door all the way, “i’m sorry, i wasn’t trying to spy or creep on you, i swear i just didn’t know how to come in, you can keep going i just didn’t want to interrupt you—”

scotty’s face is definitely hot and her eyes are wet, “you saw me..?” and her voice is small, she’s so incredibly embarrassed and your heart breaks so you step forward, wanting to comfort her, “scotty its— it’s okay! yknow everybody does it, i don’t care! you can— or we can do something if you want, just..” you come to her, pulling her face to look up at you, and she’s trying to look everywhere else. you sigh and smooth her hair down, “don’t cry baby, it’s okay,”

she frowns, eyes threatening to leak, “i’m— im sorry, i know that was gross, i shouldn’t have—” and you shake your head and huff, “scotty, that was not gross, that was hot as fuck, okay?” and she gasps and giggles a bit at your honesty, eyes still wet and face still hot, “really?” she sniffles out, some what less shy, and you nod, sitting next to her and kissing her cheek, “incredibly so, my love. did you feel good?”

scotty shyly nods, eyes down and covers still pulled up over her chest. you bite the inside of your cheek and push forward, “were you thinking about me, baby?” and she nods even more subtly this time, caving in and leaning fully in your shoulder. you wrap your arms around her, whispering still, “can … can i see?” and scotty’s body stills for a second but you keep her close, your warmth inviting her.

she nods shakily, moving away from your hug and pushing the covers down, laying back and pulling her briefs down. you watched with angst, not rushing her and allowing her to move as slowly as she needed. and surely enough, her body began to come into view, her shaking legs and hands slowly revealing her gorgeous pussy, gushing all over the sheets, swollen and wet. you try to refrain from licking your lips and instead praise her, “oh, baby.. thank you, scotty, thank you,” and she nods, hands squeezing the sheets as she keeps her eyes on you, refusing to break eye contact.

you look between her and her heat and sigh, “do you want to keep going or do you want me to touch you?” and it’s an easy question but you can see the actual cogs in scotty’s mind moving and trying to comprehend what you said. you call her name softly to pull her back to earth, “it’s okay baby, just calm down,” and you find her hand in the sheets and squeeze.

scotty bites her lips, “touch— touch me please,” she finally says, more like whispers, and you smile, nodding, “of course, honey,” and you lean down over her, kissing her lips quickly then making your way down her chest, light touches so you don’t overwhelm her but it does anyway. scotty whines in the back of her throat like she’s never been touched before and you stop and think, sucking on her nipples and fondling the other, before releasing the wet bud against the cold air.

“is this your first time baby?” you ask sweetly and scotty tosses her head back to avoid eye contact, tossing an arm over her eyes and nodding slightly. you sigh and smile, “thank you, my gorgeous girl, for trusting me,” and scotty moans at your words.

you work your way down, kissing and sucking wherever you could on her brown skin and she’s shaking by the time you get the her pussy, still leaking unashamedly onto the sheets. you don’t hide your hungry for her this time and she sees it. scotty huffs, “y/n, wait wait..!” and you stop, looking up and holding her gaze.

she’s sweating, eyes wet and body hot, “if— if it doesn’t taste good or anything, you— you don’t have to, i’m— i’m okay if you don’t—!” and you cut her off, “scotty, i know for a fact you taste like heaven. please, baby, i need you,” you whine back, knowing it drives her crazy. scotty would do anything and then some for you, and when you beg she’s more than weak in the knees.

she nods and lays back down, opening her thighs slightly even though they’re shaking and you moan, her pussy opening and coming into view. you rub and down her thighs, thanking her quietly before leaning forward and kissing her swollen clit. scotty jumps, “AH—!” and you kiss it again and again and again, before you feel like scotty’s had enough.

she whimpers, not saying what she wants but you don’t mind, you know it already anyways. you kiss her clit one more time, before using two fingers to open up her lips, her pink core leaking back at you and you smile. “oh honey, you need me so bad don’t you?” and she moans, back arching as if to say “yes!”

you nod, licking up the excess juices she’s gushed out and scotty nearly howls, thighs almost closing around you and crushing you. you sigh and decided teasing her was done and finished with, and open your mouth and nearly swallow her pussy, licking up all around and everything you could.

scotty’s shaking, body flexing and mind turned to mush because of you, “haaannnnhhh, fuckkkk fuck fuck fuck—!” and her sweet, timid voice is so loud and needy, and you grind yourself against the sheets to give your own clit some friction while listening to her.

it doesn’t take long before scotty’s whining and twisting before you can even get close, “i’m so— oh, i can feel it, i feel it, ohhh, what do i— what…. hhhhhahhhhh, i’m so closeeee!” and she sounds so honest, never having an orgasm from someone else her entire life. you release her mouth and use your fingers to play with her clit, “it’s okay, baby, give it to me okay, scotty? cum whenever you want okay, it’s alright,” you encourage and scotty takes the praise and love to heart, and she nods, leaning back and trying her hardest to let the pleasure overcome her.

you slide one finger inside her to add more pressure to her pussy, sucking and kissing all over her clit once more. scotty whines, bucking her hips wildly into your mouth and letting her body move on its own. she grabs at your hand that’s placed on her thighs and you hold hers, she whines and sighs and cries out, “i’m—!! i’m cumming, im cumming—!” over and over and over again, and you sigh, moaning and still moving your own hips until your own orgasm sneaks up on you the same time scotty’s does.

she whines loudly up in the air and unabashedly, cum leaking out on your tongue and clit pulsing. you moan against her, your own efforts against the sheets paying off as your legs twitch and your orgasm pushes through you, and you’re sighing heavily against scotty, letting her rock out the aftermath of her very first orgasm.

you pull your mouth and finger away before you can overstimulate her, and she huffs and whines, laying back down and shaking, eyes closed and face wet, poor baby must of been crying. you get up and smile, legs a bit wobbly and lay next to her, catching your breath and exhaling with her.

scotty feels your presence next to her but she doesn’t open her eyes yet. she lays and breathes hard, and you smooth her hair down again, kissing her hand that you were still holding, “you okay, my love?” you whisper after a long enough silence. she opens her eyes slowly, smiling that big, beautiful scotty smile, “can i taste you next?”

and who are you to say no?

second drabble story, i might make this it’s own hashtag! hope you enjoyed!!

[yaspillz]

Scotty doesn’t know

Scotty doesn’t know that Fiona and me do it in my van every Sunday. She tells him she’s in church but she doesn’t go still she’s on her knees and scotty doesn’t know.

Warnings for entire series - cussing, religious references, blasphemy, needles, blood, sexual themes, smutty smut smut, knife play, referring to self as god. cheating , smoking and drinking.

this is a prologue/teaser to a longer series <3 make sure to let me know if you want added to a tag list.

At 2:19am all that can be heard in the Dunham household is the small pitter patter of the eldest child Fiona making her way back inside after her rendezvous with town metalhead Eddie Munson. If you wait and listen close enough you can even hear her settle down next to her bed and repeat hail marys over and over before settling into bed.

“Hail mary, full of grace,

the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus

Holy mary, mother of god,

pray for us sinners now,

and at the hour of our death.

Amen.”

[headfullofpresley]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader x Scotty Moore

Word count: 6,3K

Summary: It wasn't the first time you played Truth or Dare while intoxicated with your two closest friends, but things had never gone this far.

Warning(s): pretty much porn without plot, alcohol consumption, strong language, kind of subby!elvis, sub and dom dynamics are not extremely present in this tho, scotty and elvis making out, smut; MMF threesome, oral (f. and m. receiving, m/m if you squint), oral during penetration, fingering, anilingus (f. receiving), swallowing, facial, unprotected sex. probably missed a few, but it's basically just three besties having a fuck fest bc why not.

A/N: this was requested forever ago but i finally had the inspiration to write it. hope this finds its way back to you, nonnie. enjoy! <3

masterlist

A dramatic sigh slipped past your lips as you stood in front of the sliding doors that led to the balcony, the pale bright moon hung high above the ocean that spread out in front of you just mere meters from the hotel you were currently staying at. You were aware that this wasn’t supposed to be a relaxing vacation but you were still bummed about the fact that you were not exploring Honolulu right now.

Elvis, being one of your closest friends, had invited you to come along with him to Hawaii since he was doing a show at the Honolulu Stadium. You had been overjoyed and didn’t even hesitate to accept the invitation, eager to get away from the cold air that was slowly but surely settling in Memphis seeing it was November.

You knew that you’d only spend one night in Hawaii, but still you couldn’t help but dream about lounging on the beach to soak up the sun or sip cocktails in the hotel bar – with an overprotective friend like Elvis, you knew that your dreams wouldn’t be fulfilled.

He wouldn’t let you wander outside on your own, because people often recognized you as part of his friend group.

“I’m bored,” you huffed as you folded your arms firmly against your chest, fighting the urge to stomp your foot on the floor to amp up the dramatics.

It was late, Elvis had just finished the show about an hour ago and he wasn’t really living up to his rockstar imagine as he lounged by the record player on the other side of the room, Scotty laying on the bed with an ash tray on his stomach and a thin cigar pressed in between his lips.

Scotty was your other close friend, the two of you hitting it off the second you were introduced to each other and even though you were far from a musician yourself, you liked to think you were part of the band. Bill was the only one who was missing, as he went straight to his own room and was probably snoring up a storm right now.

“Will you stop your naggin’? I’m tryin’ to listen to this,” Elvis pointed at the record that was spinning in the stereo next to him as you looked over your shoulder, making you roll your eyes as he held up his hand.

“I’m not naggin’,” you mumbled, tearing your eyes from the view and walking over to the bed instead, sitting next to Scotty’s feet.

“Your sighin’ is loud,” the guitarist on the bed grinned playfully at you, taking a drag from his cigar. You rolled your eyes once more, but didn’t stop the small laugh that was tickling in your throat from coming out.

“Well, I’m bored!” you exclaimed in frustration, letting yourself fall back on the bed with your legs dangling off the edge of it. Stretching your arms out above your head, you stared up at the ceiling with a pout. “We’re in Hawaii. I was hoping we’d have drinks after the show – you know, have fun. But you two act like a couple of old men, listening to your little records and smokin’ those smelly cigars,”

“We can’t go out and have fun because we either get mobbed by a bunch of folks or you pick fights with men twice your size,” Elvis scoffed in amusement, sinking down further on the armchair he was in, stretching his legs out in front of him. A laugh came from Scotty, who nodded in agreement which made you turn on your stomach and glare at him.

“That’s only because I have you two as my guard dogs so I know I’ll always win the fight, no matter what,” you smiled teasingly. When you’d have a few of those pretty colorful drinks, it was true that you lost your filter and picked fights with men who annoyed you – Elvis and Scotty were always there to throw the punches when needed so you were never really too worried about finding yourself in a situation that wasn’t safe.

Your two male companions didn’t always liked doing so, but they’d stick up for you without any questions asked. Even if you’d be in the wrong–which was usually the case–they would still choose your side. Bill was usually the one dragging you away from the situation, because in your drunk state you’d try and join the guys in their little rumble.

A harsh flat handed slap was landed on your ass, which made you yelp in surprise as you were quick to turn around and kick your leg out at Elvis who now stood at the end of the bed. He caught your ankle with ease, laughing at you.

“Don’t refer to me as your dog, spoiled little thing,”

It wasn’t weird for you and Elvis or Scotty to be touchy feely with each other. You trusted these men and considered them to be your best friends, something like brotherly figures so you weren’t surprised when Elvis let go of your ankle and laid himself fully on top of you, squashing you under his weight.

You laughed as you reached out a hand to Scotty, silently asking for help – he granted it to you by taking your hand and pulling you further up the bed, but Elvis moved right along with you, grinning confidently to himself because you were completely trapped.

“Someone’s gonna get huuurt,” Scotty sang as you managed to plant your hands against Elvis’ jaw, trying to push him off of you – it turned into a full on wrestling match, but Scotty knew you could never accept your losses and play fighting could get you to the point of actual frustration.

There had been a time where you kicked Elvis in the face because he wouldn’t stop tickling you and it ended with him having a nose bleed and a very bad mood.

Scotty did not want that to happen tonight.

“Yeah stop it, Elvis, you will get hurt,” you laughed as you planted your feet against his thighs, creating enough distance for you to crawl up the bed and sit next to Scotty. Elvis and you were out of breath, laughing as you could just see in his eyes that he wanted to have another go at you, but Scotty’s words stopped him.

“Let’s play a game before you murder each other,” the man next to you announced as he killed his cigar in the ash tray, putting it on the bedside table.

Elvis sat down on the foot of the bed, raising an eyebrow. “Well, someone has to go down to the lobby to ask for card games and it ain’t gonna be me,” he quickly said, pointing at you.

“No, I ain’t talkin’ about card games,” Scotty chuckled as he sat up straight in the bed and reached out for the phone. “Truth or Dare. We order some food and drinks, play like we always do,”

You moved to sit up on your knees, clapping excitedly as you immediately agreed to the idea. It was the most dull game in existence, but when playing with the right people, it could get juicy. With a few drinks in you, the game was the reason for the three of you knowing most of your deepest and darkest secrets. Or well, nastiest secrets.

Things that you would never ever tell anyone else, especially not a man, but you knew Scotty and Elvis would take your secrets to the grave, just like you’d do with theirs.

Elvis chuckled and agreed, allowing Scotty to order room service as he surprised you with another attack when you weren’t paying attention.

 

“Truth!” you told Scotty after he asked you to pick one, which made him let out a small huff as he took a big sip of his bottled beer.

You had been annoying them for the past couple of rounds, picking truth over and over again because both men were gradually getting tipsy and you just knew that their dares would be weird – you needed a few more drinks yourself before you went down that road.

“When was the last time you touched yourself?” he asked with wiggle of his eyebrows, both him and Elvis watching you like a hawk as they awaited your answer. You weren’t bothered by the question, because it wasn’t weird for the three of you to talk about sex, masturbation or whatever.

They’d tell you about their sexual adventures, whether that was alone or with another person, and you did the same.

“Last night,” you shrugged, popping a fry in your mouth.

Elvis’ eyebrows raised in surprise, looking down at you as you were laying on your stomach on the bed and he was sitting on the foot of it again with his legs crossed. “But you slept over at my house last night, in m-my bed..”

“Your point?”

Scotty let out a laugh, putting his beer down. “As if you’ve never jerked off while we were around,” Elvis looked at Scotty, grinning smugly as he chewed on some fries.

“Who knows? Maybe I did,” he sang mysteriously and you rolled your eyes, telling him you heard him jerking off in the shower plenty of times when you’d be staying over because the bathroom was right next his bedroom.

In the moment, you never said anything about it but during games like these, you loved to bring up the fact that you were very aware of these things.

 

The later it got, the more drinks were consumed and the crazier the questions and dares turned. The alcohol in your system was doing its job because you felt loose and definitely not bored anymore, not bothered by the fact that all three of you were now sitting on the bed in your underwear because you kept daring each other to take off pieces of clothing.

“I dare youuuu,” Elvis hummed, squinting his eyes a little as he looked at you in thought, trying to think of something for you to do. He had a few things on his mind and although you were tipsy yourself, he had no idea if you’d actually do the things he had in mind – but the beers he had got rid off his filter and the words rolled off his tongue before he could even stop himself, making Scotty widen his eyes. “To touch yourself while we watch,”

You chuckled as you quirked an eyebrow, putting the drink in your hand on the bedside table before you hooked your fingers under your panties, looking at the two men. “Only if you pick dare next when I ask you,” you bargained and Elvis and Scotty immediately nodded, not taking the risk of you backing out of what you were about to do.

Scotty moved down the foot of the bed along with Elvis, the both of them sitting there as if they were about to say prayer, excited eyes watching your movements. You giggled softly and pulled your panties down, discarding them somewhere next to you as you bit your lip. You might regret this whole thing tomorrow, but right now you just didn’t care. The drinks you had in the last few hours had gotten you turned on, as well as seeing your friends in nothing but their underwear.

They were good looking men and you were nothing but a mere human being with feelings and needs.

“Goddamn,” Scotty mumbled under his breath as he watched you shamelessly spread your legs in front of them, cute pedicured toes right in front of him and his friend.

Elvis’ hand found its home around your ankle, fingertips caressing your heated skin as both men watched the glistening slick of your arousal on your fingers as you slipped them through your folds.

“You two act like you never seen one before,” you laughed playfully, placing your other hand next to you on the bed.

“Well, not yours, honey. How’d you get so wet?” Elvis grinned as his teeth sunk into his lower lip, his hand itching to creep up your thigh and touch the pussy you were so shamelessly putting on display.

Scotty’s hand did what Elvis’ wanted to, slipping up the inside of your thigh but before he could reach where he wanted to, you swatted his hand away with a laugh. “That wasn’t the dare, Moore,” he pouted, chuckling softly as he decided to palm the flesh of your thigh instead. “This is what these mai tai’s do to me. Can’t help myself,” you told Elvis with a giggle, shrugging as your fingers found your clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive bud.

The moan that left your mouth caught the two men by surprise, but their pawing at your legs intensified immediately, a string of raspy curses rolling off their tongues.

“Fuckin’ hell. Bet she’s so tight,” Scotty pointed out to Elvis, talking about you as if you weren’t even in the room and surprisingly, that turned you on even more. Maybe you weren’t such a feminist as you liked to believe.

Elvis grinned as he watched your hole squeeze around nothing, muscles contrasting as your fingertips were rubbing at your clit faster.

“Put your finger inside,” he told you, nudging Scotty’s arm with his elbow, as if to say ‘watch this’. A smart and teasing remark was heavy on your mind, but you couldn’t get yourself to form the words so instead you did as he told you to and moved your hand down. Your finger slipped in easily with how turned on you were and you whimpered softly, your toes curling in the sheets at the way they were watching you so hungrily.

“Jesus Y/N,” Scotty laughed softly as you were pushing your own finger out because of how eagerly your muscles were squeezing in on it. “You want one of us to do it for ya?”

You immediately nodded your head at his question, because at this point you were so turned on that you didn’t care about the game anymore. You wanted more, wanted to feel their hands on you.

“Let’s see how much she can fit,” Elvis told Scotty with a smirk on his face, the one on the face of the guitarist just as smug. Just as devilish. It only added fuel to the fire that you felt licking at every inch of your skin, removing your own hand as Scotty’s hand ran up your thigh once more.

This time you didn’t stop him, gasping softly as he gathered your slick on his fingers before pushing one inside of you. You moaned as your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, biting your lower lip. You couldn’t stop your hips from moving along to the pace of his finger, which was pumping in and out of you slowly but steadily.

“She’s fuckin’ tight, El,” Scotty laughed, your walls clenching around his digit as he spoke those words. Elvis laughed and leaned further up the bed, replacing his own finger with Scotty’s when the guitarist told him to. “Imagine feelin’ that around your cock,”

The two men laughed in unison, watching their fingers slip in and out of you as if they were working on the greatest science project. It shouldn’t even turn you on, because these were the guys that would fart in front of you and talked about fucking girls on the road as if you were one of the guys, but fuck… you weren’t even thinking about that right now.

They made sure you couldn’t, because as soon as Elvis added another finger and Scotty placed his hand flat on the mount of your pussy, thumb circling your clit, you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore. Laying on your back now, your hands move into your own hair as moans that could put pornstars to shame rolled off your tongue. You could hear them mumbling to each other but you couldn’t make out what they were saying and you didn’t care, trying not to writhe too much on the bed or accidentally kick them in your frantic state.

Pretty sure neither Elvis or Scotty could appreciate a nose bleed in this situation.

 

You didn’t know exactly how you got in your current position, the alcohol in your blood making your head spin, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining.

Elvis had his hands pressed against the back of your thighs, keeping your legs spread and bend upward a little as he was eagerly licking up your cunt, sucking on your clit softly as he looked up at you and Scotty was now on his side next to you. His boxershorts were down to his thighs, cock heavy in your hand as his hand engulfed your cheek, hungrily kissing you.

The sight made Elvis groan against your sensitive skin which caused you to moan in the guitarist’s mouth, your hand moving faster as your other managed to sneak its way into Elvis’ gelled hair to push him firmer against you.

You never actually had a threesome. You’ve slept with a few guys, but unfortunately they had all been selfish lovers.

They never took their time with you.

They never stayed down there as long as Elvis did and they never caressed your face so lovingly as Scotty did while moaning in your mouth. This was a whole new territory for you and while the two men talked about sex more often than you, they had never done this before either.

Especially not together and especially not with one of their closest female friends.

But your taste and touches were addicting and they couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Scotty was rutting himself into your first as his tongue explored your mouth, sucking and nipping at your tongue and lips, while Elvis’ grip on your thighs got stronger as he dipped his tongue into you as much as he could. Not caring that you were in a hotel room and Bill’s room was next door, you were moaning out your friends names, not knowing who to focus on as Scotty pulled your bra up, his hand immediately squeezing your breasts.

Elvis sneaked a third finger inside, looking up at you with a grin while sucking on your clit as he pumped them in a fast pace. Scotty pulled back from the kiss and smiled as he saw the pleasure written over your features, looking down at Elvis.

“EP,” he called out to his friend, landing a small smack against the side of the younger’s head, which made Elvis glare up at him. “Keepin’ all the good stuff to yourself, huh?”

Elvis raised his head, laughing as his lips were glossy with your slick and the sight made you clench around his fingers pathetically, moaning softly.

“I ain’t stopping you from comin’ down here,” the dark haired male in between your legs smirked and you let go of Scotty’s cock as he moved lower on the bed. You propped yourself up on the mattress by leaning on your elbows, biting your lip in anticipation as Elvis moved aside without taking his fingers out of you, giving Scotty enough space to get a taste.

“Let’s see if you taste just as sweet as you look,” Scotty winked at you as he leaned down, slipping his tongue through your wetness before flicking it against your clit. Elvis’ fingers kept up their pace, his wet lips trailing kisses up and down your thigh as Scotty moved one hand up your tummy to pinch your nipples in between his fingertips.

The feeling of having them both touch you, making you feel this good, made you feel as if you were floating. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, clawing at Scotty’s arm or tugging on Elvis’ hair. Still, you managed to open your eyes and look down at them – the sight of them both down there bringing out a side in you you never thought you had.

“T-Truth.. or d-dare?”

Elvis looked up at you, raising an eyebrow as he laughed softly. Scotty replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing at your clit slowly as he licked his lips.

“Dare,” he challenged you with a grin on his face. He was painfully turned on, ready for anything you’d throw his way.

“Kiss Elvis,” you dared, the thought of it making your heart skip for joy. The two men looked at each other, laughing awkwardly before Elvis pressed his cheek against your thigh. “W-Why? You scared?”

He didn’t miss the teasing tone in your voice and scoffed, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you which made you gasp. He chuckled and leaned on his elbow, focusing his eyes on his fingers moving in and out of you as a flush crept upon the back of his neck.

“I ain’t scared,” he huffed softly.

“Then kiss him!” you laughed, wiggling your eyebrows as he glared at you before looking at Scotty. The other shrugged, smiling.

Elvis knew he could decline. You’d probably pout about it, but he knew that it would all be playful – neither you or Scotty would be truly mad if he did not want to do this and things would continue on in the same direction they were going at. But Elvis was curious. He never kissed another guy and although he never questioned his sexuality seriously, he had fantasized about it before.

This might be his only chance to try.

“As long as it stays between us three, I don’t give a rat’s ass,” Scotty mumbled and Elvis gulped, letting out another awkward chuckle as he nodded.

You watched with wild and wide eyes as they leaned in closer to each other, heads slightly tilting before their lips touched. They were both hesitant at first but as they heard you curse and moan softly, their confidence resurfaced and they were so turned on themselves that they just didn’t care anymore. Elvis parted his lips to welcome Scotty’s tongue, groaning softly in the others mouth as he realised it wasn’t all too different from kissing a woman and that he liked it more than he’d ever admit. Their movements on you slowed down for a little bit but you did not mind at all, the sight in front of you making you squeeze Elvis’ fingers that were still buried inside of you firmly.

“Shit, that’s so hot,” you breathed, moving your hips backwards. A soft whine escaped your mouth as Elvis’ fingers slipped out of you and you quickly laid down on your tummy, intruding on their little moment.

They looked at you and grinned as you reached to Elvis to kiss him, Scotty’s lips attaching to your neck and shoulder as his hands found the clasp of your bra. He managed to flick it open in a few seconds, his hand caressing down your back and over your ass. You felt him move on the bed but were so enthralled by Elvis that you had no idea what he was up to until he grabbed your hips and pulled your ass backwards.

With a soft gasp, you pulled away from Elvis and lowered yourself on your elbows, looking over your shoulder at your friend.

“Didn’t get to have a proper taste,” he smirked as his hands slipped to your ass, spreading the cheeks to give him the view he didn’t realise he was craving so badly. You were so soaked that your arousal was staining the insides of your thighs and he could see a string of it connecting between your lips as you spread your legs a little bit more for him.

He was eager, but he was teasing because he loved how you’d moan and try and push yourself back to get his mouth where you needed it most. It felt like his lips and tongue were everywhere all at once but not on your most sensitive spot and Elvis laughed as you whined in annoyance, standing by the end of the bed in front of you. You turned to look at him with a glare which softened as soon as you saw he got rid of his boxershorts, his erection begging for attention as it was placed in front of your face.

“Stop bein’ so impatient and put that pretty mouth to good use,” he grinned down at you, his own hand wrapped around his cock as he caressed the leaking glans over your lips. You parted them immediately, swirling your tongue around him to catch some of his pre-cum on your tongue. He removed his hand so you could wrap yours around it instead and placed his hands on his hips, sticking them out a little bit as you assisted the blowjob you were giving him with your hand.

Finally, Scotty gave you what you wanted as he leaned down further and moved his lips from your ass cheeks to your pussy. He didn’t stay there very long though, making you let out a soft squeal around Elvis’ cock as he lapped his tongue over your other hole.

Elvis laughed and reached out to gather your hair together in a makeshift ponytail, keeping it out of your face. You were moaning around him because Scotty was eating out your ass as if it would be his last meal and it made Elvis grunt deeply, holding onto your hair firmly as he thrusted into your mouth a little.

“Keep goin’, Scotty. She fuckin’ likes that,” Elvis told his friend, who responded by gripping onto your ass even more roughly to keep your cheeks spread as his tongue rolled against your most sacred hole.

You’ve never been anally pleasured and even though you were happy that Scotty was the first one to do so, you couldn’t understand why you hadn’t done this before – this was absolute heaven.

He got sloppier with his actions, his tongue dipping down lower to drag it through your folds and back up in between your ass cheeks. When he wound his arm around your thighs and his fingers found your clit, you were an absolute goner. Your hand moved fast around Elvis’ cock and you could barely keep your breathing under control, tears stinging in your eyes as you felt your orgasm creeping in on you.

Both men could see it by the state you were in, but neither of them pulled away – Elvis chasing his own release and Scotty keeping you firmly pressed against his mouth as his tongue and fingers were equally as relentless.

You looked up at Elvis as he tugged on your hair harder, fully thrusting into your mouth now. “Fuck, yes, fuckin’.. take it, baby. Take it all,” he grunted almost animalistically as he painted your tongue white, warm strings of cum spurting against the back of your throat. You felt yourself coming undone as well, nearly choking on his cum that you had no choice but to swallow because he was still emptying himself in your mouth and his grip on your hair was too strong to pull back.

When he finally did pull back, you gasped for air and lowered your hips when Scotty moved away too - rolling around on your back to look at the man who gave you your first orgasm of the night.

“Definitely as sweet as you look,” the guitarist grinned, already crawling over to hover above you.

 

The two men were aware that you were not a rag doll that could be pulled in any kind of direction they pleased, but as you all steadied your breathing, Scotty laid beside you with his lips trailing kisses over your shoulder, his hand pushing your leg up. You immediately twisted your hips a little bit, making it easier for him to align himself at your entrance.

Elvis pouted as he laid on the other side of you, leaning on his elbow to look down at you. “Why does he get to go first?”

You laughed as you looked at him, running your hands through his messy hair as you kissed his lips once. “Because he’s the oldest,” you joked, gasping against Elvis’ lips as Scotty slowly pushed himself inside of you.

“That’s right,” he smirked from behind you, keeping his arm underneath your thigh to keep your leg up as he kissed your shoulder and the side of your face when you laid back in his arms. “You’re a tight little one, aren’t ya?” he mumbled in your ear, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as he softly thrusted into you.

Elvis grumbled as he moved down to kiss you again, grabbing one of your hands to move it to his cock. You laughed softly, kissing him back passionately as you wrapped your hand around his already semi hard-on. He moaned in your mouth, his hand squeezing at your breasts before he caressed it down your tummy and rubbed your clit at the same pace Scotty was thrusting into you.

Scotty’s hand was in your hair, fingertips pressing against your temple to turn your face to his. He immediately captured your lips in a heated kiss and you allowed yourself to get lost in it, the both of you not noticing the other male moving further down the bed until his fingers on your clit were replaced with his mouth.

You moaned as you looked down, Scotty mimicking your actions – the both of you were pleasantly surprised as Elvis’ mouth moved a little lower, tongue trailing over the shaft of Scotty’s cock that was now halfway inside of you because he kept still.

“Fuck, Elvis,” you grinned teasingly as he kissed and licked at your and Scotty’s connected bodies, half-lidded eyes looking up at the both of you. “Feels good, baby,”

The pet name made him more eager, glossy lips caressing up Scotty’s cock before wrapping them around your clit. The younger one had no idea what came over him and while it would’ve been easy to blame it on the alcohol, it really was because he was so freaking turned on, it was making him insatiable.

You planted your foot on Scotty’s thigh as he placed his foot flat on the bed to bend his leg a little, his arm moving up to let his calloused digits run over your nipples as he thrusted into you again, making sure Elvis still had enough room to move around down there. He moaned in your mouth as his cock accidentally slipped out of you and Elvis’ tongue came into contact with his cockhead.

The two men froze, Scotty slowly pulling away from the kiss to look down at Elvis. Elvis looked back, flushed cheeks, rutting his hips softly against the bed to create some friction between him and the sheets.

“Oh, please. It’s just us three,” you urged with a giggle lingering in the back of your throat, snaking one arm around Scotty’s neck to tangle your fingers in his hair. “My lips are sealed, guys,” you told them honestly, flashing Elvis a sweet smile. Scotty had already thrown caution to the wind, going back to kissing your neck hungrily – Elvis took it as a sign to continue. He trusted you both and he was too turned on to back out now.

He moved his hand up to push Scotty’s cock back into you, who moaned in your ear and thrusted into you. He picked up the pace a little, moving his hand from your chest to your neck as you moaned when Elvis spit on a string of saliva on your clit before spreading it anywhere he could reach with his tongue.

“I fuckin’ love your pussy,” Scotty breathed in your ear as he tried his best not to fuck you senseless, his hand moving from your neck, up your cheek and tangling in your hair. “Can’t believe I never fucked ya before, princess,”

You could barely answer him, his words going straight to your core as you clenched around him firmly to keep him trapped inside of you every time he thrusted forward. You turned your face to him, pressing your forehead against his as you moaned lewdly, moving one hand down to place it on the back of Elvis’ head.

“You n-never asked,” you joked at him, grinning while capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss.

Elvis loved being one of the reasons for the both of you moaning like this, but he was painfully hard again and nearly humping the bed wasn’t doing much to grant him the pleasure he craved. He needed more and he needed it now.

He sat up on his knees, running his hands through his hair as he licked your arousal from his lips. “Wanna fuck her,” he whined softly and Scotty laughed, slowly pulling out of you.

“C’mere, impatient little thing,” you repeated his earlier words to him with a grin on your face, your arms reaching out to welcome him. You never expected Elvis to be submissive or whatsoever but you loved every second of it, cupping his face as he planted his hands next to your head while situating himself at your entrance.

He leaned his face down to yours, letting you kiss him lovingly as he pushed himself inside of you. He gasped in your mouth as he bottomed out in you, groaning lowly.

“Tight, ain’t she?” Scotty laughed from beside you, his fingers playing with your hair as it sprawled around you like a halo. Elvis pulled back from the kiss and looked at Scotty, shaking his head a little in amusement as he chuckled.

“Damn tight. I don’t know if I’m able to last long,” he told you as he found your eyes again, a small smirk lingering on his face. You didn’t know if he was serious but honestly you didn’t care – you just needed him to fuck the shit out of you.

“Fuck me already, Presley,” you sighed theatrically, rolling your eyes as you grinned. A laugh escaped him as he shut you right up when he started thrusting into you at a steady and firm pace, your moans mixing sinfully with the sound of your skins connecting.

 

With your cunt and mouth filled, you felt like a completely different person. Although you had always enjoyed sex, maybe more so than a girl should according to society, you never dared dream about the position you were in tonight. Scotty on his knees next to your head as he thrusted into your mouth and Elvis fucking you into the mattress as his fingertips dug into your hips.

The moans and whines that you hummed out around Scotty’s cock were sending chills down his spine and the sounds that came from them were downright sinful. You loved every single second of it.

Finding your clit with your own fingers, you rubbed at the little nub mercilessly as you breathed through your nose as much as you could. Elvis couldn’t stop himself as you were repeatedly clenching your muscles around him, his hips stuttering into you though before he came inside of you–which he so badly wanted–he was smart enough to pull out and empty himself all over your tummy with a string of cursed moans rolling off his tongue.

Scotty immediately pulled out of your mouth because of the sight and you could already see what he was planning to do. Quickly squeezing your eyes shut, you stuck your tongue out as you felt his cum land on your face and nowhere near your tongue – hearing a soft chuckle coming from him, something told you that was exactly his plan.

As Elvis dropped himself next to you on the bed, you carefully opened your eyes and glared at Scotty.

“A little warning next time is appreciated, thank you,” you scoffed playfully at him as he laid on your other side, catching his breath.

“Next time, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows once, which made you chuckle as you let yourself fall back down on the bed to lay in between them. You took the tissues Elvis got from his bedside table and wiped your face, laughing.

“I mean I’d be up for it, if you two are,”

Elvis rolled on his side, grinning softly at the sight of his sticky cum still on your stomach. “Only if you use a condom when fuckin’ anyone else,”

Scotty nodded in agreement and you scoffed, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Says the one who will fuck anything with a pair of legs and a beating heart,”

“I can’t help it that these girls throw ‘emselves at me!” he countered back and a grin spread across your face, raising your eyebrow as you looked at the singer next to you.

“I don’t think it’s just girls anymore,” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows as you nudged Scotty’s arm.

Elvis was about to reach out to you to pin you on the bed but you were quick as you crawled to the end of the bed, jumping off it while laughing. He threw a pillow your way, which you dodged by stepping aside.

“I swear to God, Y/N.. if you tell anyone about this-“

“I won’t, Elvis! Jeez..” you giggled, placing your hands on the end of the bed to look at the two butt naked men in front of you. “There’s nothing wrong with bein’ a little gay, guys. Enjoy it while you’re at it,”

Scotty nearly choked on the cigar he lit, laughing loudly as Elvis threw another pillow your way, hitting you right in the face this time. You huffed and picked it up, wanting to throw it back until a loud bang came from the other side of the wall.

“Shut the fuck up! I’m tryin’ to sleep!” Bill’s voice rumbled in annoyance and you quickly threw the pillow at Elvis, crawling back in between them as you fell into a fit of hushed giggles.

 

It was safe to say that you no longer saw Elvis and Scotty as brotherly figures, but despite going at it like rabbits every chance you’d get, they’d always be your best friends. If anything, this little friends with benefits arrangement only made your bond grow stronger and you’d take that over selfish lovers that cared very little about you any day.

[hooked-on-elvis]

FIC REQUEST

Have you wrote any fics on Elvis/Scotty Moore/fem! reader? Please, tag me.

I'm a real sucker for Elvis and Scotty Moore. I have ideas but i'm not really patient to create/write something by my own so if any of you, talented writers in the Elvis fandom, would like to write a little smutty/fluffy story on Elvis/Scotty Moore/fem! reader, all my gratitude goes to you. The year, either 1950s or 1968 [daddy kink, dom/sub, breeding kink and anything else you may find interesting I would appreciate]. You can create anything you want under that line, really. I would like to read anything as long as Elvis and Scotty are fighting over the same female.

SOME IDEAS: In my head, fem! reader is dating Scotty in the 50s and then her BF introduces her to Elvis. EP, surely as the sky is blue, tries to steal his friend's girl. Scotty and Elvis don't fight in this, the BF! is completely blindsided when he learns what's going on. [Classic! but I haven't read one of those yet, so...]. Oh, I would also love if fem! reader dumped Scotty and years later something happened again between them, while she's still dating Elvis (maybe married and with children already, both Scotty with someone else and she with Presley) because of a current marriage crises going on both sides. Time lapse from the 50s to 1968 that would make it interesting.

I don't really know to whom I can submit requests. Please, tag me if already have one of those or know where I can find it. ♥

Those two... ♥

[strangerstilinski]

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒 — 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺/𝘯, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 (𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵), 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘺, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?, (𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦)

| 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒 |

“Stop squirming around, would you?” Stiles huffs in frustration from behind you.

He's been like this for an hour, sitting between your spread legs, long fingers groping and rubbing and kneading at the doughy flesh of your backside. It had started out innocent enough, his restless hands gravitating to your ass while you'd been sprawled on your belly getting some reading done for one of your courses, but he'd gotten increasingly more distracting as time went on.

His hands had eventually slipped beneath the revealing cut of your sleep shorts to touch bare skin, calloused fingers dragging over soft flesh and the thin cotton of your underwear. Rather than simply sitting criss-cross between your thighs, he's upgraded to laying on his stomach, one arm curled beneath your leg so he can prop his chin on one of your thighs while his fingers continue to squeeze and massage.

He was right, you had begun to squirm. It was getting incredibly difficult to ignore the heat that his attention was causing to pool between your thighs.

“Since when are you an ass man, anyway?” You question as you finally give up on reading all together, trying and failing to peek over your shoulder to get a good look at him, “You've always been more of a boob guy.”

“I resent that,” Stiles is quick to defend, the pad of his thumb tracing the crease where your ass meets your thigh, “I like your ass just as much as I love your tits.”

You can't quite hold back a scoff at the blatant dishonesty and he's quick to correct himself.

“-alright, maybe I favor your tits a little, but- Oh my god, will you sit still?” Stiles snaps in mild irritation when your thighs try to clench instinctively but are unable to do so given the person currently wedged between them.

“What are you even doing back there?” You ask, voice thankfully only sounding a little affected, “You know, aside from admiring my ass and groping me.”

Your hips shift a little against the mattress and you know just by the brief moment of silence before his response comes that Stiles has noticed.

“Why?” He seemingly perks up in interest, voice pitching in a self-satisfied little drawl. His thumb dips between your thighs while he tightens his palm around you again and the digit comes achingly close to brushing against the wet patch you know has formed in the crotch of your panties, “'s'it workin' you up?’’ He questions eagerly.

“Yes.” You huff and squirm again, but there's a sharp sting on the meat of your ass, a hard pinch that makes you yelp in surprise and pain, “Did- Did you just bite me?” You ask in breathless incredulity.

Another painful pinch to your skin is the only response you receive. Stiles gives the flesh a hard suck before releasing it from his mouth and this time you're pushing up with one hand when you look over your shoulder, eyes roaming over his mischievous little grin, his full pink lips, the way that his fingers have tugged the fabric of your shorts up over the curve of your asscheek to display the evidence left behind.

“Jesus christ. Stiles! Look at what you did, what the hell-”

He looks annoyingly smug as his thumb drags over the place where his teeth have carved little indents into your skin, one of them already threatening to darken into a bruise where he'd sucked a hickey into the flesh.

“I dunno, I think it looks pretty fuckin' good.” He grins, exuding cool nonchalance right up until you catch the way that his hips roll down against the mattress to provide a little relief to his stiff cock.

“If you wanted to work me up, you could've just left a few marks on my thighs and gone down on me,” You flip your textbook closed with a huff, “Y'know, if you wanna get a little territorial or whatever. 's fine, it's hot, but there are much better ways to mark me up-”

His hand comes down on your ass in a light slap and you give him a half-hearted grumble about that not being what you meant, but he's already putting more pressure on his hand as he pushes up, and then his weight is gone completely.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t actually mean that one-” He apologizes as he tumbles from the bed in a mess of long limbs.

“What-” You start to roll onto your side to watch him, but the shout he sends over his shoulder as he digs through a drawer at his desk has you freezing.

“Don't move! Alright? I mean it!”

You settle back onto your stomach dutifully, propped up on your elbows as your gaze leaves his frantic search to re-open your textbook with a sigh, “What are you doing now? What're you even looking for?”

“You'll see. Now, quiet.”

His admonishment meets your ears sounding oddly garbled, like he's trying to speak around something in his mouth, and you make to turn toward him in curiosity, but he's already climbing back in between your thighs and giving your right asscheek a light slap in reprimand for moving. He tugs your shorts and underwear down your legs in one go and you can't help but crane your neck now, but the moment your torso twists to get a better look, he firmly pushes your hips back down onto the mattress, a wide palm spreading out over your skin to hold you in place.

Your heart pounds in excited anticipation at the feeling of your lower half being exposed while he's still fully clothed. Again, you try to clench your thighs together for just the little bit of friction the action normally provides, but there's not much relief with the way Stiles has you spread around him.

Something soft and cool meets your recently exposed skin, the texture difficult to place as it drags smoothly across the roundness of your backside.

“What's that?” You question, fighting the urge to wriggle in response to the peculiar feeling.

“Marker.” Stiles says easily, his voice taking on that edge it gets when he's focusing hard on something.

A soft snort of amusement leaves you as your palms fall to brace on the glossy pages of your textbook, “You're drawing on my ass?”

“Not.. Exactly..” He mumbles distractedly.

Another huff falls from your lips as the cap of the marker gives the telltale little click that indicates he's finished with his mysterious artwork, “Sti, seriously-”

A quiet groan cuts you off, the sound of it familiar and wholly erotic as it rumbles up his throat.

“Christ.. Fuckin' look at you..” Stiles groans, the pads of his fingers tracing over the ink on your skin.

You nearly shiver, goosebumps threatening to pebble along your skin in response to the gentle brush of his fingers across your ass. You make to ask him a question — to please just touch you where you want him, to tell you what he's drawn on your skin, to let you turn around so you can climb into his lap and devour him — but he's speaking again before you can form more than the garbled beginning of an ‘um-’.

“God, it is insane how hot that is,” Stiles grumbles as he dips down and his mouth finds the meat of your asscheek again, biting down softly this time and giving a small suck to the skin that has you nearly writhing, your fingernails scraping across the glossy pages of your textbook. His lips release you with a pop and his thumbs find the crease of your backside, spreading you and giving another little groan at the sight of your cunt shining with arousal. “Shit, I really was working you up, huh, baby? So fuckin' wet right now.”

“You've been groping me for the past thirty minutes,” Your assessment comes out a little breathless, an embarrassingly weak sounding thing, “What were you expec- ohh.. Ho-oh my-”

You're interrupted when he sinks a finger inside of you without preamble, pumping only twice before another joins the first and stretches you a little harder. It's an all-too easy glide, two of his long fingers pumping within your walls in smooth strokes with the aid of just how wet you truly are.

“Well shit, I'm sorry, babe,” Stiles says, genuine apology in his words that are dripping in an aroused sort of surprise, “Didn't mean to leave you hanging, and on our anniversary no less. If I'd known you were wound this tight I would've fucked you twenty minutes ago.”

The innocence in how he says it contrasts sharply with the actual filth spilling from his mouth and it has you reeling a bit, your ass pitching up and spine arching just a little to better the angle of his hand. You're so focused on the drag of his knuckles against your sensitive walls that you almost miss what he'd said beforehand.

“Wh-ah.. Wha'd you say?” You gasp, “Our annivers-uh!- 'versary?”

There's a sharp smack as he slaps the unmarked cheek of your rear, his lips pressing a quick kiss to soothe the warmed flesh before speaking, “Cannot believe you don't know that today marks six months since we started doing this-”

This, of course referring to the addictive situationship you've both found yourself in behind closed doors, in secret from the pack consisting of your friends and family, behind your brother's back.

“-You're gonna hurt my feelings, sweetheart, honestly.”

“Didn't.. Didn't realize.” You pant, a keening exclamation of ‘oh my god’ slipping past your lips when you feel Stiles push a third finger into your entrance, the stretch sending your eyes rolling back and your mouth dropping open with a keening whine.

“And to think,” Stiles starts slowly, his voice rumbling with clear arousal in his throat. There's a lewd squelch as his fingers drive in and out of your soaking cunt, a breathy moan punched out of your lungs when his fingers curl to reach that spot that makes your brain turn to mush. “To think I was gonna be so good t'you later. Was gonna let my girl ride my face for as long as she wanted, longer than she wanted probably, if we're bein' realistic-”

“Fuck..” His words have you moaning high and wrecked and unashamed. Stiles twists his fingers as he pulls them out and then thrusts back in, wide knuckles pulling a keening whine from you. “Please, fuck, Sti-”

“What's wrong baby? My fingers aren't good enough for you?” His voice is dripping with that teasing lilt that makes you weak in the knees. Right now, it makes you lift your hips from the mattress just a little bit more.

“So unfair-” You gasp.

“Unfair?” Stiles repeats in a slow drawl, “Baby, no offense but I'm the one rockin' a painfully neglected hard on right now,” His fingers push in to the third knuckle, his hand driving in so deep that it has a pleasurable ache building between your thighs. “Meanwhile, you've got three fingers stretching you out. Seems like you got it pretty good, to me. What more could you want, huh?”

His fingers are heaven, and he knows exactly how to use them, knows exactly where to aim and how hard and fast you like it, but you still need more. He's not touching you enough. His fingers in your cunt and his weight between your thighs isn't nearly enough to satisfy the need building up and twisting tight in your belly. You want his weight to crush you into the mattress, need his cock to give you that extra stretch that his fingers can't, need his sweat on your skin and his hands on your breasts-

“Please,” You whimper again, “Babe, please, c'mon, need you inside me.”

You probably should've been expecting the easy snark that spills from his mouth in response.

“I am inside you.” He replies all too smartly, repeatedly rubbing that tender spot on your inner wall until tears actually prickle at your eyes, a sharp sort of pleasure burning in your gut.

“Stiles.” You demand desperately.

Your pleading seems to finally break his resolve and his mouth finds the heated skin on the back of your thigh. He places a small kiss to the curve of your ass, then the dimples at the base of your spine. His lips make a slow trail up, small kisses left behind on his journey to the curve of your neck. Stiles pulls your hair to the side and leans in to taste your exposed skin, his fingers finally slipping from your cunt so that he can pull you up onto your knees, your back falling against his chest as you both sit up.

“Wha'd'you need, babe, huh?” Stiles murmurs the question over the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine as it fans out over your overheated skin, “You know I'll give you whatever you want.”

He holds you to his chest with one arm locked around your waist. His right hand leaves a scorching trail across your tummy on its way to your cunt, fingers dipping between your dripping folds and collecting a bit of your arousal before moving back up to circle your sensitive clit. The glide of his fingers is slick and intoxicating, a breathy gasp leaving your lips as your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“This all you wanted?” Stiles asks, voice a whisper against your skin, “Just wanted me to play with your clit? Is that all?”

You shake your head, brows furrowing and hips bucking into his touch.

“No?” He questions, lips finding the spot just behind your ear, “What'd'you need then, babe? You gotta tell me.”

One of your hands reaches back to grab the back of his thigh, fingers coming into contact with the soft material of his lounge pants as you tug his hips to yours. You can feel the length of his erection pressing into you through the thin layers of his clothing, his cock warm and stiff where it presses into the curve of your ass.

“Need.. Need you t'fuck me,” You pant, his fingers already so close to pulling an orgasm from you as he continues to play with your clit, “God, please, Stiles. I want you inside, please, please-”

“How 'bout you come for me and then I'll let you have it, huh?” He murmurs against your skin, his hips bucking forward into yours in a teasing thrust as the euphoric heat beneath your skin spreads further. “You're close, aren't you?”

A pathetic whimpered excuse of a ‘yes’ slips past your parted lips, your free hand reaching back as well to grab ahold of the back of his neck. Your grip is tight as your climax begins to crest, fingernails digging into the top of his spine as a wanton moan is forced from your throat.

“Just gimme one now and I promise I'll fuck another one outta you, okay? Come on-”

You come so hard that your legs give out, the arm Stiles still has curled around your waist forced to tighten to keep you against his chest, his bicep bulging as he supports your weight through the throes of your orgasm. His fingers slow against your clit as you come down before stopping all together, his slick hand sliding up to rub soft along your tummy as you pant in exertion.

He gives you a moment to recover, but you're still breathing heavily by the time he presses a kiss to your cheek and urges you down on all fours. You assume the position easily, resting on your elbows with your sweaty forehead stuck against the pages of the textbook still spread out on the bed. Stiles strips down as your heart rate struggles to slow, the mattress moving under his weight a few times before the warmth of his body settles behind you again.

“You good, baby?” He checks softly, one wide palm running up the length of your spine to rub at your shoulder.

“'m good, 'm good, just hurry up.” You plead, arching your back when his hand trails back down. His thumb and forefinger pinch your backside, an effective reminder of the ink he'd stained your skin with, “Never told me what you drew on my ass.” You laugh quietly, wiggling your hips in the hopes of enticing him into picking up the pace of things.

“Oh,” Stiles chuckles, thumbnail dragging over the ink as he grabs ahold of his cock and guides the head through your slick folds, “Wrote my name.”

Your responding laugh comes out in a breathy burst of air as he teases your entrance, pressing the tip in only to pull back and run it along the length of your wet cunt again.

“My.. My ass says ‘Stiles’?” You question through a body-wracking shudder when he teases his tip at your entrance again, pressing in just far enough for you to feel the stretch of his fat cock before he's pulling out all over again, the head bumping your swollen clit on the next pass through your folds.

“Stiles? No way, babe. I went full-name for this one. Mark-h.. ohh..” He stutters through his words the next time he presses in, letting the first couple of inches push into the tight heat of your cunt, “Marked my property accordingly n' all that.”

You swallow down a moan as the head of his cock drags against your sensitive walls, already fluttering around his length as your fingers fist the bedspread in a white-knuckled grip.

“Oh, fuck off,” You gasp in mild incredulity, “Your property?” You bite back, though the thought of the image admittedly prompts a swarm of butterflies in your tummy.

“Mhm,” Stiles hums a little breathlessly as his restraint wavers, pushing in another inch or so as his grip on your hip tightens, “Don't act like you don't think it's super hot. My name marked on your skin-”

“Shut up,” You scoff weakly, “I do not.. Don't think it's hot.”

“Sure, babe,” Stiles agrees condescendingly, “Wanna write yours on my ass after we're done? Equality n' all that.”

“Somehow, I'm not sure having McCall scrawled across your ass cheek is gonna have the same effect, even if it's got my name in front of it.” You manage before rocking your hips back to force more of his cock in.

“Fine, fine,” Stiles huffs, “But don't say I didn't offer-”

“God, will you just shut up and fuck me alread-”

You're effectively cut off when Stiles drives all the way in with a hard thrust, a loud moan tearing from your throat.

“Better?” Stiles asks, already breathing a little heavy as he sets a punishing pace, the sound of skin slapping skin with each smack of his hairy thighs against the smooth backs of your own.

“Yeah. Yeah, fuck, like that-” You cry out in whimpered praise, “Harder. Sti, please, need it, harder.”

His only response is a groan as he pounds into you with redoubled effort, the thick head of his cock hitting your cervix in a hard jolt with each thrust.

It doesn't take long for you to begin to fall apart all over again, Stiles' fingernails biting into the skin at your hips as he tugs you back down onto his cock again and again.

“Feel so fucking good.” Stiles groans as you fuck yourself back in time with his thrusts.

A gasp tears past your lips when he slips an arm underneath you and drags you up until your back is flush with his sweaty chest again, the angle of his cock changing just enough to have you letting out a drawn out moan.

Your thighs settle on either side of his as he continues to pound up into you and then his hand is finding your face, forcing your head to the side so that he can draw you into a heated kiss. Your hand ensnares his wrist to hold Stiles' in place on your jaw, his fingers pressing into the sensitive spot beneath your ear as your mouths work in a sloppy mess of tongues and teeth and hot breaths.

His sweat-slicked forehead drops against yours, his cock managing to hit all of the right places as his thrusts slow slightly, each one a slow drag against your sensitive walls.

“God, you.. You look so fuckin' pretty like this.” Stiles tells you with another lazy kiss to the corner of your mouth.

The white-hot flame in your gut has you trembling in his arms and you reach back to tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, the soft strands trapped in an iron-tight grip as your back arches, your own head falling back against the curve of his shoulder.

“Stiles-” You whimper desperately, fingers tightening impossibly further around his sweat-damp hair.

He pants into your mouth, each of his slow, deep thrusts prompting obscene sounds from the place where the two of you are joined.

“You close, babe?” He asks breathlessly as he tries to hold off his own steadily approaching end, “God, I need you t'come. Need more? Need me to touch you, baby?” He questions in a rasp, ever attentive and desperate to please you as he always is.

Before you can even respond, he's already switching the placement of his hands on your body so that he can drop his right one down to cup your heat. His big hand finds the wetness between your thighs, fingers zeroing in on your clit with the sort of effortless precision that can only come from months intimacy, from hours upon hours spent learning every inch of your body, studying your reactions to his touch with a hyper-focussed intensity that was just so Stiles.

You cry out at the feeling of his fingers rubbing you with practiced movements, his cock driving against that spot inside of you only a handful more times before you're bearing down on him, mind whiting out with the toe-curling euphoria that takes over your body. The shaky moans that Stiles pushes from your lips as he keeps fucking into you are something that you'd be horrified to hear come from your own mouth if you had the brain capacity to process them through the fog of your orgasm — but as it is, they tumble from your throat freely, your body trembling against the tight cocoon of Stiles' arms curled around your ribs as he supports your weight.

Your ears are only just beginning to hear sounds beyond the high-pitched ringing brought on by the strength of your climax when Stiles' thrusts begin to falter. The jerky slap of his hips against the backs of your thighs, his heavy breaths into the curve of your neck.

His fingers find where yours are still tangled in his hair and he tries to pry your grip away, “Baby, baby 'm gonna come,” Stiles moans in warning, “Wanna come on your ass. Please. Please, baby, I wanna-”

You pitch forward easily, dropping onto your elbows with shaking arms and arching your back enticingly for him. Stiles groans loud at the sight, the sound of it getting caught in his throat as he pulls out and begins to jerk his cock in earnest. Lewd, slick noises fill the room over the sounds of your labored breathing, the wetness that coats him aiding the smooth drag of skin on skin as he fucks into his fist with a gut twisting sort of desperation.

With a little wiggle of your hips, you encourage him despite still being a little breathless, “Come on, Sti, give it to me. Paint it right there on your name-”

“'m gonna,” He promises in a weak groan, the fingers of his free hand biting into the plush flesh at your hip with a bruising grip, “Gonna fuckin'.. Shit, 'm gonna put it right there. Gonna.. Gonna mark my girl up so.. So fucking good. Fuck.. Fuck, I love you. Loveyouloveyouloveyou, I'm, shit, 'm coming-”

Your mind is reeling a little bit in the wake of his lust-fueled admission, the dull beat of your heart echoing with his words as the warmth of his come meets your skin, dripping down the curve of your ass in thick ropes.

Stiles plasters himself to your back as he catches his breath, entirely uncaring of the mess of bodily fluids between you as lays down on the bed and pulls you into his chest. His breath falls against the sweat-slicked skin of your neck in warm puffs while his voice rings in your ears still — the memory of those words, the wrecked rasp of them slipping past his lips.

Loveyouloveyouloveyou.

I love you.

You twist around in his arms, late-afternoon sunlight coming in through his bedroom window displaying the pink flush that lingers on his mole-speckled cheeks. Your head drops against the pillow currently underneath his own while your knee pushes between his hairy thighs, brown eyes finding yours, Stiles' gaze soft and sated.

“I love you too.” You whisper through the nerves twisting in your stomach.

A wide array of emotions flicker across his face, initial confusion quickly melting away into a relieved sort of surprise.

“Holy shit,” Stiles breathes, wide palm coming up to cover your jaw. His thumb swipes the apple of your cheek with smooth strokes and his eyes flick quick between yours, his lips pulling into a grin that dimples cutely in his cheek, “I can't believe I- Shit. No, I do though, I.. I love you.”

“I love you.” You repeat in a daze, fingertips tracing idle circles through the dark patch of hair at the center of his chest.

“Does that mean you're gonna let me do this again when my name eventually washes off?” He asks with a mischievous little grin that makes your insides twist warmly, his brows jumping up his forehead playfully.

“You're an annoyingly territorial little shit, y'know that?” You laugh softly before your brows are drawing together in slow confusion, “Wait. Wha'd'you mean eventually? Why'd you say it like that?”

“Well, y'know, I used a sharpie, so-”

“You used a permanent marker?” You repeat incredulously, pinching his skin between your thumb and forefinger a little meanly as your nose scrunches up, “Such a dickhead.”

Stiles gives you a grin that spreads wide across his face until you can see those very same perfectly straight teeth that have left bruising love bites into the soft flesh on your backside. He dips his head and his lips find yours, the salty tang of the sweat clinging to his upper lip meeting your tongue as he speaks into your mouth with easy confidence.

“You're totally gonna let me do it again.”

And well.. He's probably not wrong.

𝐚𝐧; 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧.. 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬.. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 🥴

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲! 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭!! 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐬𝐨. 🤍🥰🤍

[ysrjune]

Scott Barringer and Sam Monroe but they’re twins..

includes; both boys like you, but one lets it be known and the other one’s pissed at himself for even liking you LOL.

I'm pretty sure people have wrote down things for this already but 😈.. im gonna go crazy with this OHMYY

okay so this is just a couple ideas im putting down cause I think im gonna make this a whole fic, who knows. I'm on springbreak for a whole week, so I have the time but who knows.. anyway!

Scott and Sam Monroe moved in next door to your house when you were 13. They looked a little older, atleast 15. Right away you could tell they were twins because Sam didn't have his hair dyed at the time, so it was easier to see the resemblance.

Even though they looked alike, they didn't dress alike. Scott’s outfits consisted of flannels, t-shirts, and mostly levi jeans while Sam would wear baggy jeans, sometimes shorts, and a lot of band t’s. Not to even mention that the colors they wore were so different. Sam would often wear dark clothing while his brother wore all kinds of colored clothing.

Sam got his first piercings a few months after you first saw him. They were on his ear, so it didn't really change much until he got his labret a year after. His parents were so pissed—his father would often say, “Get that thumb tack out of your chin.” Dont even get him started on the eye-makeup either..

Scott’s appearance didn't change much over the years. The only thing that changed a little was his attitude. He started becoming so whiny and complained about almost everything.. just like Sam. Thats one way that they're alike besides their looks. Those boys bonded over whining about everything.

Scott started liking you way before Sam did since he would actually hangout with you a couple weeks after he moved in. Your mom and dad wanted to meet the neighbors, so the 4 of them had planned a dinner which went well. You and Scott hit if off while Sam was just kinda.. there. He didnt seem so bad, he chuckled at a couple of jokes the two of you made but he didn't say much.

Sam started liking you when you complimented his choice of style and his music taste. Literally no one had ever did that before, so you can imagine how nice that felt for him. But its not like he was happy about liking you. He knew Scott liked you way before he did, so he just felt pissed about his feelings. He tried so hard to ignore you, and was pretty good at it but that didnt keep him from giving you a small smile here and there and checking you out.

Scott liked you and made it kinds obvious. He didn't care though, he wasn't expecting you to like him back all that much and he was okay with that as long as you two remained friends. On your birthdays, hed buy you flowers—even on valentines day! he even got something for your mom. As much as he was okay with you probably not liking him back—he still tried.

HOORAY DONE WITH THIS

guys PLEASE lmk if we like this idea and want more of it! send asks/reqs for this idea specifically if you want 😆💞

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