#should I make a tag for obey me I feel like I talk ab it a bit much as of recent

[honeynclove]

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[hotdamnhunnam]

King Kink Arthur

A/N: So I’m tagging my whole tag list on this because — though the next fic coming up for my Kinkfest involves this savage sex god king slapping your face during sex and giving you a facial — this Part 1 is just a short sweet smut imagine that’s not too kinky at all, and I think it can be enjoyed by everyone in general! 🤗✨

Pairing: King Arthur x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, whore!reader being super eager to worship His Majesty’s cock Request: Kinkfest request from @turner-cris (but none of those requested kinks until Part 2; this Part 1 is just blowing him and swallowing his cum)

Word Count: ~1.5k

It’s not easy being king.

Sometimes it’s exceedingly... hard.

Arthur has a grand battle to fight on the morrow and needs to be thoroughly rested come morning. So you shouldn’t start. You really shouldn’t start... really, truly shouldn’t... a respectable queen really wouldn’t... but how can you not, when your king is an absolute sex god, apparently having some wild wet dream that is tearing his body apart?

It’s impossible not to look down at the raging hard bulge in his crotch. Sweat gathers on his brow and on yours as you watch. A respectable queen wouldn’t reach out and touch. As ever on the eve of a war, you and Arthur were fucking like animals hours before, making love hard and rough till you both fell asleep—but the sleep that follows must be uninterrupted and deep. Such are King Arthur’s orders. And any respectable queen would obey them of course.

... But you’re not just his queen. You’re much less and much more: his filthy fucking whore, as you always have been.

Queen Y/N is indeed impeccably respectable in general. Such as when you check in on him at the Round Table, to give him a chaste little kiss while he tends to his business. Or when you and he preside over the throne room beside one another, your throne just as noble as Arthur’s—aside from that one time he savagely fucked you in it. Still respectable as there was nobody else there to witness.

Respectable when circumstance calls for it.

When it doesn’t... well, rather the opposite.

When you take on your role as King Arthur’s sack of fucking holes, then his cock is the only damn thing you respect, to be honest. It’s perfect. Always fills you so full, leaves you utterly wrecked. Not a moment goes by you don’t desperately want it. Your purpose in life is to fuck it and suck on it. Worship and serve it.

His Majesty writhes on the bed; you can only hope thoughts of you swim through his beautiful head. “Unghhh—ugh, shit,” he grunts through gritted teeth, grinding into the sheets beneath, hands balling into fists. “Fuck, Y/N... such a filthy little bitch... ughh, fucking hell...”

Well, that’s it—a respectable queen would resist, but oh well. 

Fuck respectable.

Every throb of his massive cock, hard as a rock, fucking beckons; you’re in position in a matter of seconds. Settled in between his legs, face level with his staff so proudly erect. If he weren’t asleep now you would beg.

He’s an absolute wreck, sweat dripping down the tendons of his gasping neck, and looks so fucking gorgeous you cannot stop staring. Whatever nonsense he is wearing, you’re so beyond caring. Rip his pants open so that his glorious scepter can finally stand freely. Arthur typically loves sleeping naked, when you both collapse after he fucks you dead. But the night before battle, he says, he feels vulnerable, if he’s sleeping undressed. It’s adorable, really.

It also prevents you access to his assets... in theory. Shielding his manhood, so your wandering hands won’t attack it and get him distracted, when he needs to rest. He can sleep peacefully, in theory.

But theory doesn’t count for shit, clearly.

Through the thin cloth of his shirt you can still see the rippling muscles of his abs. He has one hand upon his stomach, grasping at the sweat-damp fabric, fingers trembling as he grabs... You gaze up lovingly at him as you prepare to work your magic, give your king the best damn head he’ll ever have.

One hand encircling the base of his enormous shaft, fist tightly wrapped, you moan in pleasure at just how heavy Arthur feels within your grip. How much you love this piece of meat you live to worship. Live for this...

“My king...” you murmur in devoted bliss. On instinct those soft-spoken words slip from your parted lips, now pressed against the sweet wet tip, tenderly squeezing and releasing in a slow passionate kiss.

“F-fuuuck—” he groans out, long and loud, as your lips tighten on the head of his majestic cock, and then begin to suck. “My queen...”

He’s still deep in the throes of sleep, it seems, as you look up to see his eyes shut in the ecstasy of dreams. Already he is bursting at the seams. So lovely you could weep. The sight of him like this, the heights of bliss to which your service takes His Royal Highness... the most stunning thing you’ve ever fucking seen.

It’s good to be the fucking queen.

But even more, it’s good to be his fucking whore.

You could spend all your life, as his dutiful wife, worshiping this beautiful cock you so adore. Cannot believe your luck that this sweet privilege is yours. All fucking yours...

Bouncing your head rhythmically up and down, you pause at each upstroke to sweep your tongue along the crown, swirling deliciously around. Moaning as you savor his taste, drunk on the feeling and the flavor, reeling from the perfect pleasure as his hips start bucking up toward your face. His fingers tangle in your hair, holding your head in place right there. As if the queen would ever dream of going anywhere.

For Arthur, now the line between waking and sleep seems to have blurred—the length of his cock throbs and thickens, as his breathing halts then quickens, hips rocking ever more vigorously upward. Your open throat takes him down ever farther, as the fire in his loins burns hotter, raw desire riding ever higher, heavier and harder...

Builds and builds, till time stands still. You fucking live to take all that he has to give and always will. Body and soul a gaping hole just waiting to be filled, with all the precious royal seed he has to spill.

“My love—Good Lord, you fucking whore—I am all fucking yours—you filthy little cunt...” he huffs, for at the peak of passion Arthur is savage and soft, romantic and rough, all at once, “Y/N... fuck—unghhh...”

Then with a low lust-driven grunt, he forcefully explodes straight down your throat, pumping his queen full of his load, giving you everything you want. His kingdom comes so fucking strong. So smooth and sweet upon your tongue. You moan in pleasure as you feel this mighty piece of meat erupting in your mouth so fucking stiff and thick and long. Pulsing with the effects of post-orgasmic magic even long after he’s done.

The king may have directed you to let him sleep tonight, but everything about this moment feels so fucking right. Nothing about the way you worship him could possibly be wrong...

His bright blue eyes finally flutter open, just as you were hoping, once he comes to conscious terms with what has happened. That it wasn’t just imagined. 

He was half-asleep through all of that. Now wide awake as he realizes that it was no dream, no matter how fantastically unreal it may have seemed. His mortal mind barely believes the ecstasy he just received, the best release he’s ever had. He sighs and heaves as the sensations coursing through his body drive him fucking mad.

You kiss him softly through the aftershock, your warm wet lips showering love upon his legendary cock. You can tell your king never felt so fucking fucked.

Now that he has awoke... despite the order that you broke, you hope and trust he knows it was an act of love. You hope he isn’t too pissed off. Mayhap come morning as he rides off into war, he will draw strength from your service the night before; mayhap he’ll find it brings him luck.

It’s not as if you can be blamed for what you’ve done. The dream that was wracking his frame before you even intervened... clearly the king needed to cum, and who should take it but his queen? He will have you to thank tomorrow once the battle has been won.

Or so you tell yourself at least. To bring your inner slut a sense of purpose, pride, and peace.

Meanwhile Arthur is still reeling from the force of his release. His sculpted chest heaves with the heated air he breathes. He needed this, and to provide your king with what he needs... you couldn’t be more pleased.

A respectable queen may have let her king sleep through the night just as he had commanded.

But fuck that. Fuck respect—how could you have done as he directs, when his cock was so fucking erect, and so perfect you can’t even stand it...?

You couldn’t have. Shouldn’t have, wouldn’t have. There’s no way you could ever resist worshiping his magnificent shaft. Surely Arthur will understand that.

You’re the queen that he loves and adores—and yet deep down, in spite of your regal respectable crown... you’re much less and much more: the cocksucking slut who is fated forever to serve as King Kink Arthur’s filthy fucking whore.

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Chapter VI: Blurry truth

This moodboard is just woww! Thank you to the moodboard-goddess @flowers-in-your-hayr.

a/n: This is the last and also the longest chapter.I want to thank everyone who read, liked and reblogged Hidden Desires. It was my first time writing and I really enjoyed it. THANK YOU so much for the great feedback, that motivates me a lot.

Pairing: ALEX x Reader x MARCO

Spotify: Kiana Ledé & Jacquees- Only Fan

Words: 5541 (omg, I hope you read it anyway haha)

Warnings: fluff, jealousy, smut & dom/sub in the middle, again fluff and a lot of sadness in the end.

Tags: @heavenly1927 @ivarhoegh

Chapter I - Chapter II - Chapter III - Chapter IV - Chapter V

Summary:

Marco disappoints you again, Alex takes advantage of the situation and you doubt if you really know them. Will you give them another chance or leave Denmark forever?

You had your last day of work before your holidays and could leave earlier. You were very happy because you knew that the boys would also have free time the next week. You were hoping for a trip through Denmark.

You nervous and opened the apartment door, excited about their reactions.

"Hej, surprise, surprise, I'm at home." You said almosr singing it. You immediately noticed the beautifully set table. The white candles and gold-colored cutlery sprayed a romantic touch. The boys are usually very simple and plain, so this creativity really impressed you.

"Elskede, how nice that you are already here." Alex came out of his room. He always kissed you so soulfully, even when the kisses were short. You hugged him and put your arms around his neck and looked into his blue eyes, which enchanted you every time. He pressed your hip against his and rocked you slightly.

"I missed you. The table is so nicely decorated...-” You started but were interrupted.

"Hey Y / N, I didn't even know you'd come so early." It was a female familiar voice. Alex rolled his eyes and was clearly annoyed. You turned your head slightly and saw her from the corner of your eye. Clara. You were seething with anger. She was like a fly that keeps coming and you can't get rid of it.

"So nice that you can celebrate with us." She offered you a champagne.

"Thank you" You accepted the glass out of politeness.

"And what do we have to celebrate?" You asked confused and had to force yourself to smile.

" Our engagement, of course." You raised your eyebrow and had absolutely no clue what she meant. But you pretended you did, because you wanted to know what she had to say.

"Oh, exactly your engagement" Alex giggled. Your fake smile went away when you looked into Marco's face. He saw your anger, but didn't comment on anything.

,, Marco said he had already told you two about that. Don't you dear?” She looked at Marco with full conviction. You would have loved to tell her the whole truth and tell her what an asshole he is, but you kept silent and kept lying.

"I must have forgotten, I'm sorry. I congratulate you on your engagement. It's a shame I didn't notice anything about your deep deep love. But…you don't always have to be able to see everything. or not Marco?” You put particular emphasis on the word anything Your gaze was full of irony and you wanted to embarrass him.

Alex patted his shoulder and grinned. "You finally made the right decision, brother. Now everyone has what is theirs." Alex seemed to be enjoying the situation. He realized that your relationship with Marco was finally over. It was never the intention that Marco would fall in love with you. You put your hand on Clara's upper arm but kept distance.

“I wish you the best. But be careful sweetie, you know how charming our boys are. That would be tragic if he suddenly has another girlfriend and you don't even notice it.” You wink.

“I'm very lucky with Alex. He never lied and was always loyal.” You cuddled up to him and stroked his chest.

"I love you so much elskede" You kissed him deliberately, slowly and long, so that Marco sees it.

"I think we should sit down and eat." Marco felt uncomfortable and wanted to change the subject of conversation.

The mood was tense throughout the evening and Alex couldn't stand Clara talking anymore. He never liked her. Her childlike behavior annoyed you too.

Alex slid backwards with the chair and patted his thigh. "Elskede come and sit on my lap, I miss you when you sit so far away." You didn't have to think about the answer. Alex put one hand on your butt cheek and the other hand slipped under your skirt and placed it on your thigh.

,,So Clara you could stay here for the next few days. Y / N and I will go to see my parents tomorrow. " Alex smiled at you and stroked your cheek.

“I want to introduce them to this wonderful woman, my woman" He kissed you and his tongue gently brushed your lip. You didn't know anything about this plan, but the idea was great. Marco looked frustrated. He knew if his parents met you, you would become part of his family. And he ... he would lose you forever.

"You didn't tell me anything about your trip" He said briskly to Alex.

"It's not that relevant. We just tell each other the important things, right brother?” Alex looked at him angrily because he didn't know about the engagement either. Also, because Marco has never mentioned her lately. He didn't even know they were still together and now they are suddenly engaged. Alex looked at you like you were a goddess.

"I hope you are happy to see them too, elskede"

"It would be an honor." The joy could be seen in your face. For the first time you had the feeling that Alex was really serious about your relationship.

"Let's go into your room, I want to prepare my things for tomorrow and choose my clothes.” You drew circles on his chest with your finger and your gaze was directed to his crotch.

“Maybe we can spend a little more intimate time together.” Your hand slowly slid down his abs and your teeth sank gently into your lip.

"Can you remember the surprise when you blindfolded me? Maybe you can show me more of it." Your hand slipped under his shirt. It was a long time since you last felt his warm skin.

“Maybe you can tell me more about Ivar. I heard he is dominant and a little rude." Your lips were like magnets that attracted each other.

"He is much more than that" He whispered into your mouth. Clara moved closer to Marco.

"That seemed to have been a great surprise.”

“Oh yes, it was. It was very intense, I liked it. But Alex was definitely the best part of the whole surprise, I assure you sweetie." You looked briefly at Marco and noticed how he actually wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

"Honey, ask Alex what surprise that was, I want one too." She looked at him hopefully.

"Oh Marco knows exactly what surprise it was. He was there. You could really do that brother. You know how it works and you can definitely do it without me." You had to pull yourself together so that you didn't start laughing. Marco noticed exactly how malicious you were but did not allow himself to be provoked. You got up and leaned against the edge of the table.

“Let's go and leave them alone" You pulled his hand to make him stand up. He stood in front of you and and spread your legs with his thighs. Your skirt slid up. He grabbed your ass cheeks. He wanted to pick you up and carry you into the room.

"I think we should eat the cake now." Called Marco to stop him.

"I have another better candy in my room." Alex didn't look away from you and bit your lip. You had to giggle.

"We don't mean to be rude. Let's share a piece, okay?" You took the plate that Marco gave you. Your finger ran over the cream and made sure that Marco is watching you. Your lips wrapped around your finger licked the cream off.

"This taste reminds me of something." You said provocatively. Alex wanted to kiss the cream that fell on your thigh away, but you lifted his chin and rejected him.

"Not here, I can do it myself, thank you elskede".

You walked to the kitchen where Marco was standing. You hiked your skirt up and stretched your leg forward so that he could see your black lace panties and slowly wiped the drop away. You let your skirt down again and went close to his face, almost like you wanted to kiss him.

"You like to watch when I touch myself or not?" You whispered and touched his earlobes with your lips. You walked back to Alex and took him by the hand without a word and pulled him into the bedroom. You thought about whether you should close the door or whether you should leave a crack open. But you wanted to enjoy the time with Alex alone, so you closed it. You pushed him and he fell on the bed. You let your clothes slowly flow over your skin onto the floor. You removed your hair clip and your hair fell over your shoulder, lightly covering your nipples. Alex propped himself up on his elbows and admired your beautiful curves.

"So dear Ivar, show me your skills". You said demanding.

"Lie down here." He patted lightly on the middle of the bed.

"Put your arms up and stretch your legs" You followed all of his orders. He pressed his knees between your thighs. He took off his shirt and undid his zipper. You splayed your hands across his abs, feeling every single muscle. He lay down on you and pinned your wrists against the mattress.

"I said you should keep your arms up". He said firmly. His hand slid down your arm across your breasts and over your navel. He bypassed your pussy and touched your inner thighs. He reached around the back of your knee and knelt up your leg. You automatically lift your other leg and hooked both around his hip. He put his hand on your neck and gently choked you. His lips touched yours, but he didn't kiss you.

"Did I tell you to lift your leg?" He whispered against your lips. You tried to shake your head, but you couldn't.

"Lie face down and keep your arms up" You obey his orders without contradiction. Your pussy started to tingle. Not knowing what he was going to do, turned you on.He took your hair aside away from your face, so he could see your expressions. His warm skin on your naked back felt like a blanket.

"Say my name, slave!" His lips brushed your ear.

"Ivar" You mumbled against the pillow.

"Ivar what?” He said in a stern voice.

"My king Ivar"

“Good girl" He liked the way you submitted.He marked a trail of kisses on your back and bit your ass cheek. The slight pain made you moan briefly. Alex took off his pants and lay naked on top of you. His tongue ran over the back of your neck while his cock slide slowly up and down between your ass cheeks. You wanted it to slide into your pussy, so you lifted your ass up. Alex pulled your hair with one hand so that your face rose from the pillow.

"Are you disobedient again?"

"Fuck me". You begged him. He got off you and you thought it was over. You really wanted to have sex after the drama with Marco. You turned around and try to convince him, but he was faster. You felt the force of his hands on your ankles. He pulled you down until you were bent over the edge of the bed. You trusted him completely, so you were only frightened for a short moment and then immediately relaxed again.

“Now I have to punish you, slave” He knelt behind you and slapped your right butt. Your adrenaline level rose. He stroked your pussy with his cock and only sank the head of his dick into you. You closed your eyes and got goose bumps when it touched your entrance. You would cum quickly if his cock touched your walls. He wanted to tease you but actually he also teased himself. Alex bit back his moans every time when he felt your wet pussy. You tilted your head to one side, but he didn't see you. His gaze was directed up to the ceiling. He closed his eyes and bite his lower lip to control himself, at the same time he pressed his fingertips against your hip. You lowered your head and felt the tension in your muscles even more, it was so strong that it almost hurt. You just wanted to feel him, now, right now. You pressed your ass against his hip and his cock disappeared into your body, Alex groaned briefly but intensely. He held your hip firmly so that you couldn't bounce.

"I know you want that too." You reached under his palms and took his hands away from your body. He hardly gave any resistance. You knew if you stayed in this position, he would keep control of your movements. You turned around and pulled him back onto the bed. He leaned against the headboard and rubbed his dick. You crawled on the bed until you sat on his lap. You moaned at the same time as his cock stretched your walls and you began to ride him slowly. You hold on to his shoulders and tried to set a rhythm. You got warm and started to sweat but you didn’t care. Your ass cheeks pounded on his thighs and your pussy pulsed. Shock waves hit your body and you cried out his name like you never did before. You tried to keep the pace to made Alex cum too. You raked with one hand through his hair and felt his hard breathing on your throat. Your legs started shivering and you were slowly getting dizzy. His hands on your waist helped you keep the speed. His tongue brushed your hard nipples and you noticed how his moan got louder.

"I'm cuming" He mumbled softly against your chest and you increased the pace. He flooded himself into you. Your knees were already grazed and hurt a little. You stopped moving. He leaned his head on your chest and gave you a little kiss. You stroked the back of his head and gave him the kiss back.

You got off him and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Where are you going? Come back here!" He patted his chest muscle.

"I'm all sweaty" You were ashamed.

"I don't mind, get here immediately and show me that you love me too." He grinned and held out his hand.You lay down again with your head on his chest as he wanted. You were tired even though it wasn't late. You could have fallen asleep easily, but there was something you had to talk about.

"Can I ask you something?” You stopped caressing him.

“Yes of course, always” He was still drawing circles with his fingers on the back of your hand.

“Did you plan the trip to your parents in advance? Or did you decide that spontaneously today?" You were very happy about the idea, but at the same time it made you feel as if Alex only wanted to take revenge on Marco. It confused you and you needed to clarify it. You didn't want to stand between them and even less be the reason for arguing.

"You know, I've thought about this several times, but I never dared to ask you, because of Marco. I didn't want to be rejected, so i didn't bring it up. I already told my parents about you when you were in Copenhagen for the first time and they keep asking for you too. Marco is my best friend, but you belong to me and I don't want to share you anymore. I want you to be happy and I want to be the one who makes you happy.” A tear ran down your cheek and you were just speechless.

Alex noticed the silence.

"Hey elskede, why are you crying?" He wiped away the tear with his thumb and kissed your forehead.

“I love you” You were touched by his honesty. Would your relationship have been different if Marco hadn't been there? How would it have been if you hadn't had sex with Marco? You remembered as Alex looked you in the eyes for the first time, you were immediately enchanted by those piercing blue eyes and after the first kiss you felt a firework of emotions. You just never admit your feelings. Maybe the situation with Marco blinded you, maybe… But now…you were quite sure…Alex is the man you love, and nobody will be able to change that.

"I love you too" You smirked, and it went quiet for a few seconds.

"Ah elskede, one more thing…” You looked up at him.

“That was a very gentle and empathic Ivar" You giggled.

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His parents lived in a small village outside of Copenhagen. The way there wasn't too long, but you got up early because you decided to have breakfast out. You already knew Marco's trick. As soon as you are alone, he would jump at you like a hungry lion. You didn't feel like seeing him, nor did you want to hear his excuses again. Alex couldn't stand Clara anyway, so you left the apartment quickly.

You arrived at your favorite coffee house. You always got your caramel-chocolate capuccino there before your shifts.

"I think we should move in together; we should have an apartment to ourselves. We could live a little closer to the hospital. The airport would also be closer." Alex commented with his mouth full.

"You know apartments are more expensive in this area, but we could have a look at a few when we get back, if you want to" You were a little skeptical, but it would be the best you could do to strengthen your relationship.

"Elskede, I've been crawling in the mud for years now and I didn’t do it because I was bored and you have one of the best paid jobs in Denmark. You know we can afford it". He raised his eyebrow and hoped you meant that as a joke.

You were never cocky, on the contrary, you were humble before you met him and wanted to stay that way. You were proud of Alex and what he had achieved, but you never bragged. There were few people around you who knew who your boyfriend was and that was on purpose.

Alex paid the bill, just like he always did when you were out together. You got in the car and drove off. You drove through a cute village with small brown houses as he slowed down.

"Our house is up there." Your heart was pounding and your ears whizzed. He parked in front of the entrance and got out. Since you arrived, he couldn't stop grinning, his joy was huge. Alex opened the car door for you. Your legs felt like jelly and you didn't dare to get out. You were sweating even though a cool wind was blowing.

"Come on elskede, they don't bite." He held out his hand to you.

"Oh, my boy, haven't seen you in so long." His mother came out of the house, she saw you through the window. She hugged him tightly and gave him a kiss on his cheek. You didn't know how to greet her, so you remained silent and waited for her to speak to you.

“Mom, this is Y/N.” He spoke in Danish, but that didn't intimidate you. You took his hand and got out of the car. You saw in her face how she considered whether she should speak English to you.

"We usually speak English, but if you speak slowly, she understands Danish very well.” She looked relieved. She hugged you and welcomed you. Your hands were still shaking and sweaty. She accompanied you into the house and you met his dad too. A very warm man with a lot of charisma. Now you knew where Alex inherited it from. Alex took the bag from your hand and carried the suitcases inside. His sister wasn't home. You felt good and your nervousness slowly disappeared. Alex went to his room to deposit the bags and you followed him. You were still too shy to stay alone in a room with his parents. There were a few photos on his desk when he was younger. Always these beautiful blue eyes, you thought.

"How long are we going to stay here?"

"Do you want to go again? Don't you like it?" He grabbed your chin and stroked it with his thumb. He looked sad.

"No, not at all, I didn't mean that. I want to see everything. Where you went to school, where your favorite places are, just everything." You approach him without leaving a centimeter free between you, your lips almost kissed.

"I told my best friend that we would be arriving today. He has invited us to his place tonight. What do you think?" He grinned at you.

"We'll be there. I love you." You gave him a quick kiss before you heard his mom calling.

"The meal will be ready soon." Your lips almost kissed. You went the stairs down. Alex was holding your hand, but you weren't too comfortable with it, so pulled it away before they could see it.

"It smells lovely, thank you for having me" You smiled at her. You all sat at the table together and you got a little homesick. You missed your family and your friends, but the warmth of his family covered that feeling for a brief moment.

"And how do you like Vikings?" She asked and was curious about your answer.

"So ... uhm ... shall I be honest?" You looked at Alex. You were hoping for a sign from him, but he was only focused on his food.

"I only watched a few episodes.” You blushed.

“But Alex told me what the series is about." You commented and hoped that they are not disappointed. You wanted to make a good impression, but you didn't seem to succeed.

"Really? So, you don't know him because of the show?" She seemed surprised.

"No. Maybe I really have to watch the series."

"You have to know that he kisses other women on the series. So, if you get jealous you have to skip those episodes." Her honesty intimidated you. You knew from Alex that his previous girlfriend couldn't handle his fame and they often argued because of it.

"I think I should get through that; we didn't know each other at that time." You said confidently. Alex told them, how you met each other and how you emigrated to Denmark. Of course, he skipped the Marco-part.

His dad patted Alex's shoulder. "She is a tough woman. I like her." You blushed.

The conversation was cut off by Alex's phone. You were relieved because his mom's questions made you more and more nervous. They got more personal and you didn't want to say anything inappropriate.

"I said we'd be there in an hour, is that okay for you?" asked Alex, who had previously spoken to his best friend on the phone.

"Yes sure." You hadn't heard Alex speak Danish very often, only when he was alone with Marco. Hear him speak longer sounded very erotic. His voice was just perfect for this language.

"Maybe from now on we should always speak Danish, even when we get home.” You were ready to fully integrate into the culture, you wanted to feel like a Dane and act like a Dane.It would probably be weird at the beginning, but Alex seemed enthused about it and that made you feel good.

You helped clear the table and clean up the kitchen. His father stood with you at the sink. He put the clean glass in the cupboard and stepped closer to you.

"You are always welcome here, consider us as your second family. Alex is a good man, treat him well." He spoke in a low voice. It seemed important to him to tell you that in private. You looked into his eyes and realized that Alex means a lot to him. A tear gathered on the edge of your eyelid.

"Tusind tak..." Your voice was suppressed by your emotions so you couldn't pronounce it clearly.

"Elskede, are you ready, shall we go?" His father smiled at you one last time. You took a deep breath, nodded slightly and left.

"Have fun and drive carefully." His mom stroked Alex’s back and closed the door behind you.

******

Alex had such a big smile on his face when he saw him standing at the front door. He got out and they hopped towards each other. They hadn't seen each other in months. You didn't dare to join them, so you leaned against the car door and waited.

"Heeey, who is that?" He leaned back slightly. He patted Alex hard on the shoulder once, that made him take a lunge.

"That's Y / N, my girlfriend" He waves for you to go over to him.

"She's really hot, good choice"

"Nice to meet you". You shook his hand and ignored what he said.

"Dude, why don't you tell me that she understands Danish." He said grumpily to Alex."I'm sorry for my rudeness, my lady, please come in." Alex laughed. "He has always been a very honest person". Alex put his hand on your hip and let you go first.You sat on the sofa and he brought beer. You're going to drive back, so you just drank a coke. You didn't say that much during the evening because they talked about video games or about other friends you didn't know or about things from the past."Let's have a cigarette." Suggested his friend. Alex was a casual smoker, so he went with him on the balcony. You didn't like the smell, so you went to the bathroom. You didn't hurry, so you checked your cell phone and saw a message from Marco."I know you're mad, but I can explain it. Everything I've told you is true, please believe me." You deleted the message without replying and walked out of the bathroom.

You went back the corridor and noticed the beautiful pictures on the walls. The drawings were silhouettes of naked women. You stop at each picture to look closely; they were very aesthetic. The guys hadn't closed the balcony door completely so you could overhear the conversation, while admiring these pictures.

"... maybe; but believe me she's not the right one. I know you Alex. Talk to Alicia againand the problem will be resolved. Alicia loves you, she was here once and asked for you.” Your heart started pounding, and you didn't want to believe what you heard. You were frozen and couldn't move or say anything. Tears ran down your cheeks without you being able to control. You felt a pain in your chest and a pressure in your stomach. You were determined to confront Alex with it, but when you stood in the room and saw them outside, you got scared. You tried to listen carefully again.

"You once told me that your kisses on set were real. Then go and show her that." His friend continued to encourage him.

It got worse and worse with every word. You took your jacket and ran out of the house. You don't know where to go but you just wanted to get away. A bus drove to the bus stop. Maybe that was a sign.

You got in and bought a ticket back to his parents' house to pack your things. Your eyes were red from crying and your scarf was wet from the dripping tears. The knot in the throat kept pressing and you felt like you were suffocating. You rang the doorbell and hoped that they wouldn't ask any questions.

"Hej Y/N, come in, where is Alex?" His mom asked surprised and looked over your shoulder.

"He's not there. May I go into the room for a moment?" You answer briefly without looking her in the eye. She took a step to the side to let you in. You quickly tossed your clothes in your bag and walked back down the stairs.

"I thank you so much for your hospitality, I felt very comfortable. It was an honor meet you." The tears in the eyes made you see blurred. You remembered his father's words and worried about what he would think now.

"But dear, where are you going? What happened? Why are you crying?" His mom stroked your arm and was concerned about your miserable emotional condition.

"It's time to go back home…my real home." She knew immediately what you meant.

You went out and looked back one more time. Her sad face made you intensify your feelings and feel worse. A taxi picked you up and drove to Alex's apartment. Fortunately, you had the key in your handbag. You went in and tried to ignore Marco, who was having sex with Clara on the sofa. You packed the rest of your things. Marco followed you through the apartment and tried to stop you, but you didn't want to talk to anyone. You left the keys on the kitchen table and closed the door behind you.

You wanted to get to the airport quickly, so you paid the taxi driver to wait for you. On the way there, you tried to cover up your grief with make-up. Your fingers feel paralyzed, you couldn't hold the brush properly.

You were standing at the check-in when Alex tried to call you for the fourth time, you ignored every single call, but he kept trying. You passed the passport control and you knew it was over now. It was a good time in Denmark, but you couldn't take it anymore. They both lied to you, several times. You never loved anyone like you loved Alex, but you just seemed to be his time- waster to forget Alicia.

Someone knocked loud on the glass partition. Since everyone was looking there, you had to turn around too to see what was going on.

“Y / N don't go! Please come back! Y / N! I love you! Do not get on the plane!”. It was Alex. He knocked the pane so hard that it could easily break in. It was difficult for you to just walk away and ignore him. The desperation on his face could not be overlooked. You sat down in the waiting area in front of your gate and watched how he tried to gain access to you. But it didn't seem to work. He argued loudly with the security guard and saw how he often pointed to the departure screen and tried to explain something to him.

The man stayed relaxed and that seemed to work.

He went up to you. “Excuse me ma’am. There is someone who needs to talk to you urgently. He said he won't calm down until you go to him. Do you know this man?" You didn't want to attract more attention and followed the security guard.

"What are you doing? Where are you going? Why are you leaving me?" He wanted to take your hands, but you pulled them away.

"Ask Alicia". You said it callously. You wanted to start crying again but you had cried so much before that you didn't have a tear to spare.

"Forget what he said. He likes Alicia, that's true. But HE likes her, not me. Yes, we had a relationship during the shoots, but that's history. I don't have any feelings for her anymore. She wanted to be with me again, but I didn't want to. Believe me, if I had wanted that, I would have done it a long time ago. " He wanted to stroke your cheek, but you turned your head away. You didn't want to be blinded by lies again.

“Well she’s still asking for you”. You insisted.

“Yes and after that she fucked with him.”

"When I saw you in the pub for the first time, I immediately had the feeling that you were special. There was another completely empty table that night, but I wanted to sit next to you. If you get on that plane now, I'll follow you. I'll go to the counter and buy a flight ticket. And if I have to sit on the floor, I'll fly with you. I can't let you take my heart with you. I love you. Please, we can build a new life together." He held back a tear and it was the first time you saw him cry.

He took your hand and bowed his head. "Please.." He said weakly as his tear fell on your hand.

You turned away from him and took your suitcase and Alex realized how you had made up your mind. He covered his face with his hands so that no one could see his sadness.

You took Alex’s hand to look into his icy blue eyes. “Let’s go home.” You squeezed his hand and he understood that you will never let him go again.

[uwu-shinsou]

bro ur shinsou imagine was .. *chefs kiss* .. ur writing is REALLY MF GOOD !! :) if you are taking requests u should do a shinsou x reader with a glowy/energy quirk that activates when she gets wound up and he finds her ab to throw hands at someone calling him a villain. If not don't worry about it and have a great day :)

Title: Sweetheart, You’re Glowing

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, comfort, Shinsou being soft

Word Count: 1900+

Warning(s): Mild language, some rude background characters

A/N: Bro I’m SOFT that’s so sweet :’))) I’m so happy you liked it! And this request is so cute omg my heart🥺❤️ Anyone tryna call bby Shinsou a villain better be ready to catch these HANDS (ง'̀-'́)ง Also I was thinking about this story like right before going to bed and AS I was falling asleep I came up with how to write it and had to get up and write an outline LMAO. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!!

You made your way through the warm summer night, talking and laughing with friends as you aimed towards the distant sound of loud, fast music. One of the third year classes had decided to throw a party in their building, and it had been so long since you’d let loose that the second you heard about it you had decided to go. Some of your friends and classmates had decided to tag along with you, looking for a fun escape for the night. You walked along with Mina, Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, Jirou, and Shinsou.

“Y/n, I really like your dress!” Jirou says. You look down at your outfit, smoothing out the fabric.

“Thanks Jirou! Look,” You say, fiddling with the fabric, finding what you’re looking for. “It even has pockets!” Her mouth opens in awe, taking in that indeed, the dress has two pockets.

“You’re right, Jirou,” Mina says, leaning over to cling to your arm, twirling you around in a dizzying circle. “Y/n/n looks suuuper cute, right boys?” She asks innocently. Even with the question being directed to all of them, you see her wiggle her eyebrows at Shinsou.

“Mina,” you hiss through your teeth. Ugh, she literally couldn’t be any more obvious. The truth is, you had started with a tiny crush on the purple haired boy, that only grew larger the more you hung out with him. While you definitely know that the two of you are friends, Shinsou hasn’t really shown any signs that he might like you any more than that. So you’d kept those feelings pushed back, trying your best to not let them possibly spoil your friendship. Although now I see telling Mina might have not been a good idea. At least Jirou knows to keep it to herself. 

Or maybe not. Jirou bumps you with her hip as she passes. “Don’t you mean she always looks cute?” You start to feel a little flustered as the boys give nods and smiles at the comments of your friends.

And then you feel really frazzled when you see Shinsou looking at you, his gaze traveling languidly over your body. Finally he says, “You’re right, y/n does always look pretty cute.”

Your breath stumbles, and you feel your cheeks start to heat up. Did Shinsou just call me cute?! “Aww look you guys,” Mina coos. “We made her glow!”

It was true, your skin was producing a pale, radiant glow. This was thanks to your quirk: the stronger of an emotion you felt, the more physically stronger, faster, and agile you became. But this power also manifested with a physical sign. As any emotion built up, your body would begin to glow with light. The stronger the emotion, the more your power grew and the stronger you’d  glow. 

While your quirk was useful, it was sometimes also the bane of your existence. You scoff, wrapping your arms around your body. “Glowing? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Shinsou hums in thought, the corners of his mouth turning up. “Well this gorgeous lighting must be coming from somewhere.” At his words you let out a small squeak, glowing just the tiniest bit brighter. Shinsou’s smile turns into a full on grin. Oh god, does he even know what he’s doing to me!?

You let out a forced laugh, skipping slightly ahead of your group to the doors of the building. You look back at them over your shoulder. “Well, who’s ready to party?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had been at the party for a grand total of an hour and a half, and you still hadn’t decided whether or not you were having fun. There were a lot of students who came, and the room felt just a bit too small to hold that many people. While you had talked to some new people, seen some familiar faces, in the end your little group mostly stuck together.

Currently you were leaning against a wall with Jirou and Kirishima, part of the group of party-goers watching Mina, Kamimari, Sero, and Shinsou play an intense game of ping-pong.

After another minute of watching the game, the crowd cheering as Sero and Mina’s team score a point, you decide you need to take a walk around. 

You push up from the wall, turning to your friends. “Hey I’m gonna go grab a drink, I’ll be back in a bit.” 

“Have fun!” Kirishima calls after you as you weave your way through the crowd, unaware of how Shinsou’s eyes stray from the game and trail after you. 

You reach the kitchen, filling a cup with punch before turning back to survey the room in front of you. It is really too crowded in here, you think, taking a big drink and fanning yourself with your hand. You take in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. Is it too early to want to leave already? You wonder, drifting slowly back towards your friends. 

You stop at the edge of the crowd around the ping-pong table, tuning in to a nearby conversation. 

“...people from 1-A?” You hear the tail-end of the person’s question.

“Yeah, the ones who’ve had to deal with all of those villains already,” his friend answers. 

“And that other guy he’s from the sports festival, right?” They ask, pointing a finger towards Shinsou. 

“Yeah yeah, that’s him,” Their friend answers. “He’s the one with that crazy power that makes people obey him without question. It makes more sense for him to be a villain than a hero if you ask me.” Your vision starts to blur at the hateful words. 

The person adds on, “Why does he even bother fighting it? Obviously he’s supposed to be evil when you’re born with a power like that. He should leave so another student can take his place, someone who deserves to be at this school more.” 

You involuntarily crush the cup in your hand with a resounding crunch, dropping it to the ground as you face the pair of trash-talkers.

“How dare you talk about him like that,” You seethe stalking up to the offenders. The two turn towards you and their eyes grow wide. Then begin to back away as you continue to advance. “You don’t even know him or what he’s actually like. He’s more of a hero than the two of you combined!” The pair seem to try to shrink into the floor, shielding their eyes as if the room was now too bright. “I think it’s more evil to stand there and shit talk a fellow student. If you’re going to act like that, then why are you even at U.A.?!” 

One of them starts to stammer. “W-well, when you think about it, his quirk really is better suited for a villain-”

“Oh yeah? Well I think your face might be better suited to catch these hands if you don’t shut the hell up!” You hiss at them, hands gripped into fists at your side.

You feel a hand land on your shoulder, and you whip around, prepared to have to defend yourself only to recognize who it was that interrupted you.

Shinsou squeezes your shoulder, leaning in close. “Sweetheart you’re glowing,” he says softly in your ear, pulling away as you lift your hands up in front of you. A shining, radiant light leaped off of your skin, becoming even brighter now that you noticed it was happening. You glance around the room, seeing that you’ve become the center of attention. 

You pull your hands into your chest, feeling the thrum of power flowing through you at your intense, conflicted emotions. Your breathing quickens and you backup a step, wanting nothing more than to not be here. 

Then you feel the weight of Shinsou’s jacket being slung over your shoulders, hiding some of the glow. He wraps his arm around your waist and guides you through the front door, out into the late night and away from all of the gawking people.

For a minute you walk in silence, putting some much needed distance between yourself and the building. It isn’t until the sounds of the party have faded that you slow to a stop, the light of your quirk fading down to a dim glow. Shinsou removes his arm, turning to face you as you stare down at your shoes.

“Sorry for making a scene,” You say quietly, gripping the edges of Shinsou’s jacket still wrapped around your shoulders. “And thanks for pulling me out of there.”

 Shinsou stays quiet for a few beats, long enough that you glance up at him. He’s standing still, staring at you. Slowly he lifts a hand up, slightly reaching towards you.

“Shinsou? Are you-” You’re cut off mid-sentence as he almost stumbles forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you, enfolding you against his body. Your face is smooshed against his chest and he brings a hand up to the back of your head, nestling his face in the side of your neck. After a moment you gently wrap your arms around him, hands bunching up in the back of his shirt.

“Y/n/n, I should be thanking you,” he says, voice muffled, holding you a little bit tighter. “I’ve heard people say those things about me all my life, I’m used to it. But people don’t- they don’t stick up for me, not like that. It made me so happy- to see you do that.” He huffs out a laugh, his breath warm against your neck. “I still can’t believe you were about to get into a fight to defend my honor.” 

You wiggle a little bit and pull away just enough to be able to look at him, moving your hands to rest against his chest. You give him an embarrassed, bashful smile. “To be fair, you’re the only one who I’d get into a fight for.” He smiles back at you, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. His grip on your hips tightens slightly, and you feel your heart start to speed up, heat blossoming on your cheeks. God I’m so whipped for this boy, you think closing your eyes in bliss at the feeling of being held, warm happiness flooding through your veins.

“Y/n,” He says, your name little more than a breath against your lips. You look at him with a lidded gaze, seeing your bright, gleaming form in the reflection of his eyes. “You look like starlight,” Shinsou whispers, his hand moving up to trace a finger along your jaw. You shudder at his gentle touch, clinging tighter to him. He leans down, his lips almost touching yours. “Can I kiss you?” 

“Yes,” you breathe, before crashing your mouth against his. One of your hands slides up Shinsou’s chest and behind his head, burying into his hair. His lips move passionately against yours, and you wish that you could live right here in this moment. You only pull away to catch your breath, breathing heavily as you open your eyes to the sight of Shinsou; his hair messy, lips startlingly pink, eyes slightly glazed.

“I like you, Shinsou,” you say, unable to contain the words any longer. “I really, really like you.” Shinsou moves his hands to cradle your face and leans down to kiss you again, this time short and sweet. Then he moves to your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, peppering your whole face with kisses.

You giggle at the littering of kisses, glowing even a shade brighter from the giddiness in your heart. Shinsou stops his kisses, releasing your face and grasping your hands. He brings them up to his face, placing a final, soft kiss on the back of your hand. “And I adore you, Y/n.”

[marveling-chrisevans]

Quarantine || Chris Evans x Reader

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader / Chris Evans x You

Warnings:  Smut and a little cute fluffy - also could be triggering for current situations.. also kinda long 

Words Count: 2045

Summary: Chris quarantine alone so is  his neighbor (y/n) too. So they talk all day across the balcony because of the distancing, and the sexual tension becomes to much and Chris jumps the railing and they screw right then

Tag-List: @patzammit​​​​ @torntaltos​​​​ @smoothdogsgirl​​​​    (tag list is also open so if you want to be tagged let me know, you can reply to this or send an ask)

A/N: Sometimes smut is hard to write. So there is that before you read this. I try my best with it, not the actual best writer of smut but ill work on it -- sorry it took a few days to post I had to one finish it and its almost finals so ive been a bit distracted 

Living so far from your family during this time was hard when you couldn’t even walk the streets. You knew the man next door to you though passing but you had never actually sat down and talked to him. One week into being alone you saw him sitting outside reading a book, so you open your sliding glass door and walked over to the edge and lean over to read the title “so is it any good?” You wondered with a slight smile on your face looking at him. He closed his book and looked over at you “yeah its pretty good, fancy seeing you out here” he teased back “feeling lonely?” He wondered as he leaned forward in the chair he was sitting “i guess this whole being stuck inside and not being able to do anything is really putting a damper on my social life I'm left talking to you” You teased back “I'm y/n” you introduced yourself incase you never have “Chris, you know we have lived next door to each other for like a year now and never done that..” He smiled back at you. “you should be more friendly” 

“Says the guy who always looks like he is running late or the world is going to end” your laugh slightly “seriously every time I see you in the lobby or the hall you are like sprinting out the door, do you need a watch or something?” You wondered with a cocky smirk on your face “If you must know I just like to be perfectly on time.” He snarked back “and its not usually me its the driver they send every morning, he gets here so late and I have to run to him so we can make it on time” he defended himself “oh driver, what do you do for a living, you live in this nice apartment int he middle of the city and have a driver” She wondered as she took a seat herself on her patio furniture 

“nothing really special I act in a couple of things, right now I'm staring in a show on broadway called Lobby hero” he said back to her “otherwise I don’t spend much time in the city” “oh so your can actor, no wonder your always late. Have you been in anything I would have seen, note I don’t watch many movies only the ones I'm dragged to” You asked him crossing your legs facing him “uh I'm not sure then I did a few romcoms back in the day, currently I'm playing captain America” he said thinking “have you seen the old school fantastic four?” He asked looking back at you taking a drink of his water “you mean the one with uh Jessica Alba? I mean of course” You replied back “oh my god Jonny storm.. aka human douche” you smirked “thats what my friends called you in that movie” 

He couldn’t help but laugh as he clutched his chest with his hand “oh my god thats a good one, he was kinda an asshole in that movie” He smiled. That is how your days went. You two talked, and talked and talked till it got so personal Spending time with each other has been the staple of your day,

Most days you got our coffee and then headed out to the balcony with a book and waited for Chris to get up and get ready. Some days it was about an hour as you had always been an early riser. You most mornings did a home work out, weather it was yoga or like a dance video 

Walking out this morning you were just in your yoga pants and a tank-top, thank god the weather had been improving from winter and was actually warmer. 

This morning you were reading the book you met Chris reading, he had finished it and lended it to you. As you enjoyed your cup of coffee as he walked out and looked over at you “so you're enjoying it then?” He wondered as he sat down with his puppy outside You carefully close the book to not lose your page “yes I am sucked in. Its really eye opening and like life changing” you smiled across the balcony at him “good morning dodger, your cutest than your owner did you know that?” You said leaning forward and petting him since he was on the railing 

“oh is that what you really think?” Chris wondered walking up next to dodger looking at you locking eye contact, you couldn’t help but just freeze where you were, locking the stare of his piercing blue eyes.  “no?” You questioned yourself “i mean you are decent looking” you said biting the inside of your lip as you pull the stare you to hard, which had quite honestly created the most sexual tension the two of you have had yet “so what are you plans today?” You wondered “you know, talking to you, and maybe making some food” he said with a shrug “but here is the thing not go anywhere.” He smirked over at you. He found you attractive. He just looked at you as he leaned against the railing, “what about yourself” “well I was thinking about kidnapping that adorable dog, and reading this book. And I guess talking to you” you teased him slightly as you had nothing else to do ‘and order food because I'm out, lets be honest” you shrugged “i need to venture out one day but for now ill just do take out” Chris shook his head “yeah I wouldn’t they make a thing called this grocery delivery thing.” He said simply. He said taking off his jacket which relived his white t-shirt, which just outlined his muscles completely, you couldn’t help but stare at them. “right yeah right yep I should look into that” You said still looking at him. Chris couldn’t help but watch you look at him. He to be quite honest he found it even more fantasying to you. He took his moment. He opened the door for dodger to go back in as he jumped over the rail, the gap between your two balcony was about a foot, it wasn’t that much that he was going to hurt himself being on a higher floor. He had the urge to actually be connected to her, he couldn’t stand it any longer. You were so confused watching him jump over the railing “what are you doing? Are you crazy you could hurt yourself!” You said as you took a step back so he had room to land as he jumped over “oh my god you just about gave me a heart attack why would you do that!” 

Chris didn’t respond he just put his hand on your hip and pulled you closer to him and crashed his lips. You responded by kissing him back and putting your arms around his neck pulling away “what are you?” You tried to ask him before he cut you off with another kiss. You ran your hands down his shirt till it was in hem and started to tug at it, as they long enough to pull his shirt off and then he pulled your shirt off. He picked you up and set you on your patio table. You didn’t question any of it. You took a second with your hands on his abs as you pulled away from a breath “god damn what are you made out of stone” you wondered looking at him. He smiled and looked at her “no just a lot of working out, you wanna do this?” He wondered just to confirm cause concert “I've wanted this the last few weeks, but I'm not daring enough to jump over the rail, though you could have used the door” you teased him again with a smirk “thats it” he said picking you up and took off your pants as he pulled you to the front of the table as you worked on undoing his belt. You stared to push them down to his ankles. 

He picked you up again well kissing you very passionately and intently. Bringing you into your apartment, your neighbors didn’t need a show but he didn’t care at that point, He laid you down on the couch kicking off his own pants and grinding himself against you. You couldn’t help but letting a moan escape your lips, into his mouth, you could feel the edges of his lips smile knowing that you enjoyed that. He bite your lip as he pulled off your panties and you his boxers, you ran your hand down his body to meet his member, using your hand getting to run the length, guiding him to the entrance. After making him put on a condom. He could feel the wetness running off your clit as he slide into you. You gasps as he entered you, you knew how big it was, but feeling it inside of you was a whole different story. Being who he was he pulled away from your kiss “are you okay is that okay?” He wondered. You without words nodded as he started to pump his hips into yours. You lifted your legs wrapping them around his waist. Rounding your hips into his. 

He cupped your breast giving it a tight squeeze which made another moan escape you're lips “Chris, harder” you said breathless and he obeyed doing exactly what you said. 

As you closed your eyes feeling every kind of euphoric sensation you reached up and ran your hands though his He could feel when you were getting close he ran his hand down your lower body as he found your clit and started to play with it. This sent you over the edge, you could feel the pit in the lower part of your stomach tighten, and your walls around his penis. He could tell you were getting close, he shifted and started to thrust into you harder feeling you cum around him. He finished at the same time you did, the two of you road out the high of the climax before he pulled out. He lowered his head breathless as they hung over your breasts, and you shifted so he could lay next to you on the couch. You laughed slightly looking at him “did that really just happen?” You asked out loud as he joined you on the couch. “it did yes, id say it was a long time coming” He smiled and kissed you again “from the first day we met outside” You couldn’t help but smile and bite your lip “I have a question, what does the mean?” You wondered as your finger ran over the tattoo he had on his collarbone, letting it linger on his body “it is Buddhism for When you lose touch with inner stillness, you lose touch with yourself. When you lose touch with yourself, you lose yourself in the world.” He said back to you with a small smile “interesting” you said and kissed him again and got up “I'm hungry now” you said as you grabbed his shirt from outside and slide it over your head and walked into the kitchen. 

He got up and slide on his boxers and followed you. “right I haven’t gotten food” you said as you look in the fridge that is basically empty at this point “come on” he said as he handed you your panties and you slide them on. He took you over to his apartment and made you some food. “also if you keep wearing that shirt we might end up in round two sooner than you think” he said back to you “okay then ill keep wearing it” you said after walking into his apartment and walked over to his puppy and sat on the floor next to him “oh your such a good boy dodger, oh okay” you laughed as dodger knocked you over and attacked you with kisses Chris Smiled as he looked over at the both of you knowing that he could see a future between the two of you, and to think if you weren’t locked in the house you two may of never met. 

[rhosyn-du]

Never make a mess when a total catastrophe will do - Chapter Three

Pairings: Jimon, past Clace, background Clizzy, a bunch of other minor background pairings Rating: Explicit Art: @cor321​ Beta: @all-thestories-aretrue​ Tags:  Alternate Universe - College/University, fake dating, oh my god they were roommates, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, pining, miscommunication, holidays, drinking games, mistletoe, symbolically significant Oreos, domestic fluff, brief mention of past character death, Jace’s self-worth issues deserve their own tag Summary: What do you do when you find out your sister is not only dating your ex and love-of-your-high-school-life but is also bringing her home for Christmas? Bring your annoying, hot, annoyingly-hot roommate as your fake boyfriend to show them you're totally fine with it, obviously! There's no possible way this could backfire. Link: AO3 , Tumblr Master Post

Chapter Three

Jace woke with the sun just barely beginning to filter through his bedroom window. He’d been half-afraid, half-hopeful that he’d wake to find he and Simon had gravitated toward each other in the night, but they each remained firmly on their sides of the bed, a scant few inches between them.

They had, however, shifted slightly. Simon had kicked the covers off in the night, or maybe Jace had stolen them, and Simon was curled toward the center of the bed, facing Jace, one hand tucked beneath his cheek. His curls stuck out at odd angles, and there was a faint damp patch of drool on the pillow beneath him. Jace thought it was oddly endearing. Either that, or he was completely losing his mind. Probably both. Either way, he needed to get the hell out of bed before he did something really stupid, like reaching out to straighten those curls, or just continuing to lie here staring like some love-struck supermarket romance novel heroine.

Making as little noise as possible, Jace made his way out of bed and pulled on some actual clothes, including the very silly, but very soft reindeer-adorned sweater Izzy had given him for Christmas last year.

“How is it morning already?” Simon’s voice was muffled, and Jace refused to look over and see him looking, no doubt, adorable and far too right in that bed.

“The inexorable march of time,” Jace told him. “I was just going to head down and see about starting some coffee if Iz hasn’t already.”

“Gimme just a second and I’ll come with you,” Simon said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Clary swears your sister’s coffee is amazing and almost makes it worth getting up as early as she does.”

“Nothing is worth getting up when Izzy does,” Jace told him, folding his arms and looking pointedly away while Simon changed. “But she does make some damned good coffee. I’m not sure how she manages to do that when she’s such a disaster with everything else in the kitchen.”

“That’s like the opposite of my sister. Becky is a great cook, but she can never brew a pot of coffee without getting grounds in it. Which is kind of messed up considering how much of it she drinks.”

“Is that where you get your caffeine addiction from?” Jace asked, risking a glance over at Simon for the sake of treating him to a mocking raised eyebrow. He was just in time to catch the last sliver of toned abs disappearing beneath the hem of a Yoda sweatshirt.

“Pretty sure we both get it from Mom.” Simon grinned at him, offering his hand. “Ready when you are, sweetheart.”

“Then let’s get a move on, sugar bear.”

They were greeted with Izzy’s singsong “Good morning!” as they descended the stairs. Clary, feet tucked up beneath her on the couch and leaning heavily into her girlfriend as she sipped her coffee, offered them a sleepy wave.

“About time,” Max muttered from where he sat, engrossed in his phone at the end of the opposite couch.

Jace should have known something was up from the way Izzy watched them as they made their way downstairs, should have felt the telltale dread he always felt at her slowly growing Cheshire Cat grin. But he hadn’t had his first cup of coffee, and he hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep, and he was still maybe just a little distracted by that tempting glimpse he’d gotten of Simon’s abs.

So, he was taken entirely surprised at Izzy’s half-shouted, “Stop!”

It was only after he’d obeyed on instinct that he saw the danger, saw a hint of Izzy’s manic smile reflected in the smirk Clary gave Simon.

“Look up,” Clary instructed.

Jace did, and then turned a flat stare on his sister. “Iz. Did you really get up before everyone else just so you could catch us under the mistletoe?”

“It’s not supposed to be for you,” Izzy said dismissively. “And Max was up before me, anyway.” Her grin grew. “But as long as you’re there.”

Jace glanced at Simon. They hadn’t actually talked about kissing since that brief, interrupted discussion in the cafe back in Boston, when Jace had promised to follow Simon’s lead. He hadn’t thought they’d end up under this kind of pressure, though, and the last thing he wanted was for Simon to feel like he didn’t have any other option than kissing Jace.

He turned back toward his sister. “Iz—”

His protest was interrupted by a pair of guitar-calloused hands cupping his face and drawing him into a gentle kiss. It barely lasted a second, not even long enough for Jace to really register it until it was already over, but Jace still missed the feel of Simon’s lips on his own as soon as it ended.

“All right,” Simon said. “We’ve satisfied your prurient interests, now tell me where to find coffee.”

“Big, brushed steel pot on the counter in the far right corner of the kitchen,” Izzy told him. “I’m glad at least you’re fun in the morning, even if Jace isn’t.”

“There’s still time for me to return your present, you know,” Jace told her.

“Nuh-uh. It’s Christmas, stores are all closed.”

“Are they always like this?” Simon asked Clary.

“Always,” she confirmed.

“No, they’re usually much worse,” Alec said as he and Magnus descended the stairs. “This is Iz and Jace on their best behavior.”

“Stick around long enough that they start thinking of you as family and the gloves will come off,” Magnus added with an exaggerated shudder.

Izzy didn’t even have a chance to point out the mistletoe before Alec was leaning in to give his fiancé a soft kiss. “You are family.”

Jace wasn’t sure they’d even noticed the mistletoe.

“Technically, not for another five months,” Magnus said. “Which reminds me, I need to call the florist back this week.”

“Already taken care of,” Alec assured him. “Even if I’m still not entirely clear on what a gladiolus is.”

“I only know that Scott Joplin wrote a rag named after them,” Simon said. “Which, I am realizing is completely beside the point. I’m going to go get that coffee.”

He turned to Jace. “You grab us some good seats, and I’ll bring you a cup.”

A few minutes later, everyone had a cup of coffee (even Max, although the cup Alec made for him was mostly milk and sugar), and Izzy had started a new pot brewing. Jace sipped his coffee contentedly as Simon gave an excited play-by-play of the winter concert to Clary, who apparently hadn’t heard the full story of the Great Harpsichord Mishap yet.

Jace, who had heard the story three times already, found his mind wandering back to that kiss. Which was stupid, because it wasn’t even that remarkable a kiss. Just a quick press of lips, really. Objectively speaking, he’d had better kisses. Many of them. It made no sense that he would be so hung up on this one, especially since it had clearly been no big deal to Simon. And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, about the soft warmth of Simon’s lips, the way the callouses on Simon’s fingertips caught just slightly on the stubble along his jawline.

Luke joined them not long after the fresh pot of coffee finished brewing, bypassing the mistletoe trap by virtue of having stayed in the guest room on the first floor.

“Mom is taking too long,” Max announced as Luke returned to the living room with his own mug of coffee. “We should wake her up.”

“Max,” Alec chastised.

“What happened to being twelve now, buddy?” Jace teased.

“I want to open presents before I turn thirteen,” Max answered flatly.

“Your mother was up late getting things ready for today,” Luke said. “You should let her sleep.”

Max gave him a long look, then rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his phone.

“And how exactly would you know Maryse was up late?” Clary asked with an obviously feigned innocent curiosity.

“Because I stayed up to help her,” Luke said, leveling his stepdaughter with a look that said that was the end of the conversation. Clary’s feigned innocence turned to a more obvious smirk, but she let it drop.

By the time Maryse made her way down the stairs almost an hour later, Max was practically vibrating with impatience, although he was clearly trying not to show it.

And so was Izzy, although she was far less obvious about it. At least until she gasped in faux shock, “Oh no, Mom! Looks like you’re standing right underneath some mistletoe. Guess you’re going to have to kiss someone.”

She and Clary turned expectant smiles toward Luke, who returned a flat look and an equally flat, “Really?”

“Isabelle,” Maryse said in the tone of voice that usually preceded a lecture, “it’s impolite to make assumptions about people’s personal lives, or to try to trick them into revealing personal details they might not be ready to share.”

Izzy had the grace to look chagrined. “Sorry, Mama.”

“You’re forgiven,” Maryse said. “See that it doesn’t happen again.” She turned to Luke. “Lucian, are you just going to sit there or are you going to get over here and kiss me good morning.”

Izzy clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her excited shriek as a laughing Luke walked over and let Maryse drag him into the sort of kiss Jace would never have expected her to give anyone in front of her children.

“Gross,” Max muttered. He had the sense not to say it loud enough for Maryse or Izzy to hear, but Jace kicked his foot and gave him a disapproving shake of his head.

“As you’ve probably gathered, and some of you clearly already guessed,” Maryse said, giving Izzy a pointed look, “Lucian and I have been seeing each other.” “

“We were planning to tell you after the holidays,” Luke added, “but I guess there’s no point in waiting now, is there?”

“We all kind of guessed,” Alec admitted. “And we couldn’t be happier for you.”

“You guys were pretty obvious,” Clary said.

“Super obvious,” Izzy agreed.

“Now can we open presents?” Max asked.

~~~

“Congratulations,” Jace said the next morning, as Simon was packing the last of his things back into his suitcase. “You survived an entire Lightwood Christmas celebration.”

“It was surprisingly less dramatic than I’d been led to believe it would be,” Simon said. “Except maybe the mistletoe thing. For a second there, I thought Luke was ready to strangle Clary.”

“Izzy’s the one he should be annoyed at,” Jace said. “I’m sure she talked Clary into helping her set that up.”

“Uh-uh, no way,” Simon insisted. “I know a Clary Fray plan when I see one, and that had her metaphorical fingerprints all over it.”

“Izzy’s too. I guess the rest of us will have to watch our backs with the two of them together.” He paused. “About the mistletoe thing. We’re okay, right?”

“Huh?” Simon threw him a confused glance. “Of course we are.” He frowned. “Unless... I didn’t overstep, did I? Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know we never finished our discussion, and I didn’t even ask before I kissed you, I just thought—”

“Simon,” Jace interrupted. “It’s fine. I told you, I’m happy to follow your lead. I just wanted to make sure Iz and Clary didn’t pressure you into it. But as far as I’m concerned, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

For just an instant, Simon’s frown seemed to morph into something that was almost speculative, and Jace wondered if he’d given too much away. But it was gone so quickly he thought he might have imagined it, replaced by an easy smile.

“Cool. I’ll keep that in mind in case we get ambushed with any more mistletoe.”

It took Simon almost twenty minutes to get out the door once he made it downstairs. Clary wanted to nail down plans for getting together later in the week, and Max kept trying to convince Simon to stay a little longer and play the new video game they’d spent half the previous afternoon playing together.

“Max,” Jace said finally, “Simon needs to go spend time with his own family. If you want, I can play with you.”

Max considered him, then shook his head. “You haven’t got the combos down yet. You’re too easy to beat. But I guess I could teach you. If you want.”

“Sure,” Jace told him. “Why don’t you go get it set up while I help Simon take his stuff to the car.”

Max ran off without even bothering to say goodbye, and Jace shook his head. “I don’t know where that kid got his lack of manners.”

“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea,” Simon said, giving him a pointed look. “But I can be magnanimous about it, since he recognizes my clear video game superiority.”

“One day on a new game does not a champion make,” Jace told him. “We’ll see who’s got video game superiority when we get back home.”

“I’ve got an even better idea,” Clary interjected. “What about a game of Land Mines at Magnus’s New Year’s Eve party? Me and Simon against you and Izzy.”

“Oh,” Simon said, throwing an uncertain look at Jace. “Magnus’s party?”

They hadn’t talked about the New Year’s Eve party. Jace had thought about inviting Simon, had thought about inviting him even before they’d agreed to play each other’s boyfriends, but he figured Simon already had plans with his own friends and family. And now, it seemed too much to ask if it meant Simon spending New Year’s Eve having to pretend to be his boyfriend.

“You are coming, right?” Clary asked, looking between Simon and Jace with clear concern. “We always spend New Year’s Eve together. Unless you guys made other plans?”

“No!” Simon said quickly, avoiding looking at Jace. “No, of course I’ll be there. Obviously. I’m just, you know, not sure kicking Jace’s ass at Land Mines is worth the hangover.”

“The part where you’re worried about your hangover means we’ve already won,” Jace said, hating the way that Simon wouldn’t look at him. He’d have to find a way to make this up to him. “Not that you’ve ever beat me at a drinking game.”

“That’s only because I don’t play them,” Simon said, finally meeting his eyes with a forced smile. “I’ve watched Maia and Lily both drink you under the table, though, so I think I’ve got a pretty good shot, especially with Fray on my team.”

“You only say that because you’ve never seen Iz drink,” Jace told him. “I’ve definitely got the advantage when it comes to partners.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Simon’s smile was less forced now, falling back into their usual banter.

“Uh huh,” Jace said, unimpressed. “I’ll believe it when I see it. Now get going before your mom decides she hates me for making you late before I even get the chance to meet her.”

“You’re cute and occasionally charming. She’ll love you,” Simon told him, but he picked up his bag anyway and started to head toward his van. Then he stopped and threw a quick glance at Clary, who still stood beside Jace in the doorway, before dropping his bag and strode the three steps back up to Jace to pull him into a kiss.

This kiss wasn’t fleeting like their kiss under the mistletoe had been. Jace had plenty of time to register what was happening as Simon’s mouth moved against his, enough time to relax into it. Enough time to get just a little lost and pull Simon closer.

When Simon pulled back from the kiss, he left behind the warmth of a sharp exhale against Jace’s lips. Jace opened his eyes to find Simon watching him with an unreadable expression.

“I’ll text you later,” Simon said.

“Yeah,” Jace agreed, hoping Simon couldn’t hear the faint unsteadiness in his voice.

“And I’ll see you,” Simon pointed at Clary, who Jace had momentarily forgotten was even there, “day after tomorrow.”

Right. Clary. That’s why Simon had kissed him. Because it would have been weird for him to leave without kissing his boyfriend goodbye. Jace stepped back, putting some much-needed space between the two of them.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Clary said.

Simon flashed Jace a quick smile before turning and taking his bag out to his van.

“Come on,” Clary said, linking her arm with Jace’s and tugging him back inside. “I need to go tell my girlfriend that I volunteered her to get trounced at Land Mines.”

“Please,” Jace said, doing his best to push everything that had just happened out of his mind. “You know you’re going to lose. Just admit it now and save yourself the embarrassment.”

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Never Too Much Champagne:

Duncan Shepherd+Female! Reader+Fallon Carrington.

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

So... I am not going to be at home in the weekend, but I’ll be away, which is going to be nice... I hope (I low key need relax), but I thought I’d still share a little fic with you.

This is a personal ‘thank you’ to @melodylangdon for her support to my favorite rich OT3, Fallon, Duncan and Reader and who made the beautiful moodboard here (this is like one of my favorite things ever, and I got a lot of inspiration from it), but THANK YOU AGAIN!

It meant the world for me!

(Also I am tagging @wickedlangdon because she is also a fan of this OT3)

So I hope you’ll enjoy this little one!

WARNINGS: Sex, Strap-On Action (also in these cases it is suggested to wear a condom, better be safe than sorry), Oral Sex (Male & Female Receiving), Fingering, Dirty Talk, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Use of Champagne (please don’t use this fic as a tutorial for Champagne Sex, food/liquid, unless stated, SHOULD NEVER BE USED FOR INTERNAL USE, this is a fic and it is Duncan Shepherd/Fallon Carrington, but avoid it in reality).

You knew perfectly that Adam’s accidental slip wasn’t so accidental.

But you hadn’t protested or made a scene and had simply excused yourself to the ladies-restroom to dab away the excessive champagne on your newest dress, a gift of Fallon, since it had made her think of you.

Meanwhile you were in the bathroom, you heard its door being opened without too much thought about knocking or courtesy, immediately making you realize that it was Fallon, coming up to you with a few muffled excuses.

“I’d like to say that he is that way because he was adopted, but… that isn’t true as much as I wish it” she mumbled, coming to softly try to collect the excessive champagne from your drenched dress, since Adam had fallen onto an entire tray of champagne, which had then fallen onto you.

“… don’t talk about adoption with Duncan, it’s a touchy subject, you muttered lightly, knowing all too well that Fallon was fresh to your own relationship.

You saw her immediately biting her lips as if she kind of wanted to take back the words, but nodded softly, continuing the useless job onto your dress, probably just a simple excuse to continue on touching your body, highlighted by the drenched fabric.

To which you had no objections.

“Ahh, it’s such a shame that dumb-dumber decided to ruin this dress, you almost looked as pretty as me” joked Fallon, falling back to admire you, which made you smirk lightly, as you adjusted your hair, avoiding them to touch your champagne drenched neck.

“… almost as pretty as you?” you pumped out your leg through the slit of the dress, giving Fallon a good look of it, ending up and being even more enhanced by the pair of golden Jimmy Choo you had been wearing.

You smirked at her dumbfounded expression.

But you were also soon surprised as the bathroom door opened again, and before Fallon could utter ‘I am having a lawsuit against you’, Duncan appeared behind the door, sending you a light smirk and raising an eyebrow, meanwhile you set your leg down.

“I came to see if you needed some help” he joked, although you doubted it ”…you were taking quite your sweet time”.

“Did you think we had started without you, handsome?” joked, smirking, Fallon as she approached him, coming to gently caress his chest, through the tailored Hugo Boss shirt, the cufflinks, which adorned it, another gifts of Fallon, who had in common with Duncan his penchant for spoiling her lovers.

“… I was worried” he smirked softly, before he lowered his lips onto Fallon, and a little thrill of jealousy went through your spine, pushing you to lightly glare at them, annoyed that they weren’t giving you  any attention “… you can’t leave two beautiful women, even more if one is drenched in expensive champagne”.

You felt the gears shifting in Fallon’s head at those words and she smirked at you, turning to join your lips in a kiss, extremely open-mouthed, probably to show Duncan the entire dynamic of it.

“... why don’t you go and shed that drenched dress in my room” she suggested softly on your lips, making you ask for more, your eyes half-closed, in an hazy daze “… we wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, would we?”.

Duncan shook softly his head, a breathless smirk on his face, probably understanding what Fallon wanted, but you were clueless.

Still you obeyed the two of them, going to Fallon’s room, to wait for them, shedding the dress and the lingerie under it, although you kept the panties: a light line of tiny diamons connecting the two pieces in the front and he back, on the sides.

It had been one of Duncan’s most appreciated gifts, alongside your other pair with little pearls that teased you whenever you wore them, making you already drenched, just for Duncan’s cock…

… or, as happened lately, for Fallon’s strap.

You then moved onto the bed, waiting on your stomach for the two, meanwhile you took in Fallon’s elegant room, definitely designed with style and efficiency (and you weren’t going to lie a bit of… flare, but you didn’t mind it too much).

(You had quite grown to like it, with Fallon’s company).

As you felt a little clicking of heels you realized that she was on the threshold, of the room, and you turned lightly to give her a good view of your perky breasts, even going as far as to twirl lightly a nipple, as you looked around.

“… this place is nice, I am going to ask for the interior designer name, me and Duncan are thinking of redecorating our Washington house…” you joked softly, meanwhile Fallon was speechless, taking in your naked body, as you smirked.

“Fuck, now you look fucking beautiful” she commented simply, rushing to the bed, and gently laying on you, the silk of her dress creating a delicious friction on your legs, meanwhile she collected your mouth for a messy kiss, her Dior lipstick staining your Yves-Saint-Laurent one, as you smirked, an hand immediately going to the slit of her dress, inching it up.

“Even more than you?” you joked as your fingers slipped inside her dress, teasing her lightly over the panties “… am I not mommy’s prettiest princess?”.

Fallon wasn’t able to reply, just letting soft shaky breaths, when she was busied by your soft lips and your delicate fingers.

“... what I said about starting without me?” Duncan’s deep voice startled both of you and you turned around lightly, Fallon with a pure look of shame, but you simply smirked, continuing on teasing Fallon, who wasn’t unable to stop herself from letting out a soft moan.

Meanwhile you did this, you were finally able to notice what Duncan held in his hands: a champagne bottle and a glass, something wicked working up in your mind, making you smile lightly.

“… oh, c’mon Daddy, I am just making mommy ready for you, am I not, mommy?” you joked, meanwhile you kissed down Fallon’s exposed neck “… she is so wet… daddy, I can’t wait to feel her”.

Duncan simply mumbled a little ‘mmm’ and he joined you in the bed, setting the champagne bottle in on the ground, it was opened so it was definitely stolen from the party going on downstairs.

“… do you like what our little minx is doing to you, Fallon?” asked Duncan, pushing himself on top of her, his chest to her back “…she is good with her hands, isn’t she?”.

And he pushed his hands onto her covered breast, kneading them softly, meanwhile he focused on biting her ear lobes, in a mix of pain and pleasure that made Fallon moan louder, meanwhile your fingers slipped inside Fallon’s panties, simply pushing them to their side.

At first you teased Fallon’s folds, her eyebrows scrunching alongside her nose, which you kissed softly, almost to comfort her.

Then you finally reached her pearl, smirking as Fallon let out a breathy moan, shaking lightly between you and Duncan, who had raised lightly her dress to allow you an easier access.

You continued on rubbing with attentive touches Fallon’s pearl, meanwhile Duncan reached up to palm Fallon’s cunt, as you softly spread her fold, letting Duncan dip his finger easily, allowing him to enter her with his fingers, and Fallon threw her head back, pleasure coursing through his veins.

Duncan kept a steady rhythm, till Fallon reached the ecstasy point, in a lazy orgasm that made her scrunch up her nose light, again, a sight you found adorable dragging her in a light kiss, meanwhile Duncan licked up his fingers, shining with her juices.

“You made me feel so good” she muttered your lips, once she finished riding her orgasm, as she moved slowly down your body, till she was met with your panties, dragging them down your legs slowly “… now let me and Duncan make you feel good”.

And you were simply able to nod, simply resting you back down onto the soft mattress, meanwhile Duncan went to kiss your lips, sharing Fallon’s flavor with you, as he grabbed the glass from the nightstand and Fallon collected the bottle, pouring the golden liquid in the crystal glass.

“You know that champagne always taste better, if mixed with the taste of your skin?” he asked lightly, meanwhile he twirled lightly the glass, as Fallon smirked, licking a small stripe from your inner thigh to the juncture of your legs and hips, teasing lightly your pubic mound.

“… oh” you simply muttered, as little droplets of champagne fell onto your overheated neck, pushing a pleasurable sensation on your tummy, which Fallon stroked lovingly, tickling you.

Then Duncan’s tongue followed the droplets of champagne on your neck, meanwhile Fallon gained the control of the glass and dropped some other onto your tummy, making it spasm lightly, the coldness definitely surprising you, but her tongue soothed it, meanwhile her plus lips, caressed your hips.

A little mark of red being left in its wake from her lipstick, meanwhile she continued trailing champagne till right on your mound, and Fallon wasn’t certainly shy to lick a bold line from your Venus peak to where your pubis met your stomach, your abs tensing under such a teasing action.

Duncan smirked in your neck, feeling you arch under him, meanwhile your hands set down to explore his back, pushing him closer.

“Sweetie, can you raise your hips for daddy?” he asked softly, pushing a pillow onto the small of your back to keep your back on an higher level so that there would be a light difference in height, which allowed to create a perfect descent.

Perfect to let champagne fall, right onto your pearl: the coldness of it, alongside its bubbles completely awakening a broken moan from you, unable to stop buckling up, although Fallon held you down, before she dared a light lick down there, slurping champagne straight from the source.

“Duncan was fucking right… it tastes better”.

Duncan smirked against your neck, before he dipped down two fingers, rubbing them on some of the champagne mixed with your juices, before he brought it to his lips, moaning around them, because of the perfect taste.

Fallon dropped more, some of it even dirtying the mattress, something which made you lightly laugh and then moan as Fallon’s tongue followed the taste of champagne, in the most private of your secrets, pushing her tongue in and out, meanwhile Duncan’s rubbed your pearl.

It was a torture from heaven, and as Duncan pushed a kiss onto your lips, you understood why they were so… ravenous.

It tasted like fucking ambrosia.

But right when you were reaching the edge, they stopped their ministrations and Fallon retreated from the bed, meanwhile Duncan started undressing, with you raising lightly to help him, although your fingers were clumsy and hasty, desperation coursing through your veins, meanwhile you moaned at their denial.

“Don’t whine, little one” giggled Duncan, pushing you back, pinning your hands over your head, as you smiled silly “…daddy will make it up to you”:

“But I am… so so desperate daddy” you replied, pushing on his hold, trying to get a soft kiss, meanwhile he pushed you back.

“Be patient, little girl” he grabbed her chin, immobilizing you softly onto the bed, meanwhile Fallon reappeared over your shoulder, to which you sent her a pleading look,  but your mood immediately brightened as you saw that she was wearing the strap, your legs immediately brushing together in a desperate attempt to ease the friction “… now, mommy Fallon, here, will fuck your picture perfect pussy, with her big fat cock, meanwhile I’ll fuck your pretty red mouth”:

You nodded, immediately excited, as Duncan moved away from the bed, to push off his boxers, giving you and Fallon a good look of his ass, which she pinched, meanwhile you smirked at his shocked face.

“Don’t make me spank you” he muttered, although his tone wasn’t threatening in the slightest.

Even more because both yours and Fallon’s eyes were glued onto his big and hard cock, swollen with the lack of attention you hadn’t given him.

You licked your lips, already anxious about the treat you would be given soon.

Fallon, oh so jealous Fallon, brought you attention onto her, leaning down to bit down onto one of your tits, making you moan lightly, as your mound accidentally brushed against her strap, making you repeat the movement, wanting to goad her further in you, but she kept it steady and Duncan set himself over your head, his cock right in your face, your lips lightly teasing him as they brushed against it.

And then Fallon pushed herself in you, lightly and slowly.

A little moan escaped you, before it was shushed by Duncan’s cock, completely stealing your breath and you were thankful for Fallon’s attentive movements, stilling and kissing your thighs, as she brought your legs to her hips, to deepen the thrust.

Because Duncan wasn’t so merciful.

He quickly took advantage of you and pushed a ruthless rhythm, one still that you enjoyed because your internal walls gripped Fallon’s strap tighter and tighter but she kept up her gentler rhythm, pushing slowly in and slowly out.

And Duncan just chased his high with your mouth, in a rather vulgar way.

But it wasn’t as vulgar as when he reached down, shoving his cock entirely in your throat, to collect the champagne bottle and with an easy move of his hands, he dipped champagne onto his cock and in your mouth, mixing the pre-cum with it, in something that tasted deliciously contrasting.

Due to the thrust some champagne even ended up onto Fallon’s breasts, drenching your entire body.

Duncan thought it was a complete waste of good champagne and he quickly pushed himself to lick it off, making Fallon moan and her thrusts intensified, following the friction of the strap against you, which felt heavenly in you.

And it was enough.

You were already oversensitive for the previous teasing, and it took Fallon just to find the perfect spot and you were seeing stars, dragging Duncan alongside you, completely engulfed by the heat of your mouth, spilling cum and champagne again in your mouth.

As you came down, the champagne started being less sexy and simply sticky, and you couldn’t help but feel too oversensitive to withhold Fallon anymore in you, and she exited you slowly, making you feel each painful inch, as Duncan did the same, softly coming to your side, exiting your mouth, meanwhile you felt your throat raw and painful, and were thankful when Duncan moved away to collect some towels to clean you up and a glass of water, and Fallon discarded the strap, throwing it carelessly away.

Then she laid down next to you, and although you felt a bit annoyed by the stickiness of the champagne to your skin, you were more than happy to cuddle up to your lover, as she caressed your hair, murmuring about what a ‘dirty mess you were’.

“A dirty mess that we will have fun cleaning” giggled Duncan, pushing a towel up your thighs, awakening your desire again.

“Just no more champagne, I don’t think I can have more” asked Fallon, making you and Duncan laugh.

“I’d never thought I would hear you say that”.

[siempre-pedro]

Late Night

Ben Hardy x Reader 

Summary: A late night at the pub leads into being pulled into the empty bathroom with a blond, green-eyed stranger. 

Word Count: 2.3k of pure filth 

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breeding kink (if you squint) 

A/N: I want to get better at writing smut...this is that attempt 

Her eyes had been glued to him all evening, ever since he walked into the pub with a sly smirk on his face she was done for. He looked at her and was immediately entranced by the Y/E/C eyes staring back at him. Taking a seat across the bar, their stares became a game of tag with her staring at him until he could catch her, resulting in her looking down at her glass with a blush gracing her cheeks.

When Y/N would catch him he didn’t look away, he would smirk and drag the top of his tongue on his lower lip. His tongue would return to the confines of his mouth and would bite his lip softly, showing off how soft and plush they were. A shiver goes down her spine just thinking about what his lips could do if they were on her skin.

The blond man finally gets up from his seat, grabbing his beer and walking over with his eyes scanning the crowded pub. “Long night?” he asks her as he sits. His deep voice booms in her ear. Perfection.

She nods “You could say that,” she chuckles.

“What? Boyfriend not treating you right?” he asks, that smirking showing no signs of stopping. Y/N’s jaw drops, so he was bold?

“Is it obvious?” she takes another drink, inspecting the brim for the remains of her pink lipstick. He leans on the bar, watching the way her lips touch the glass, the way her lower lip bounces back after she pulls the glass away. He needed to feel those lips on him. He shifts in his seat trying to appease the tightness in his jeans.

“Tell me,” he tells her.

“He’s gone for work a lot, he’s never around.”

Ben hums in response “So you’re lonely,” he guesses.

Her eyes look towards him, examining the Brit up and down before they settle on the obvious bulge in his pants “Y-yeah,” he confirms hesitantly, nerves bundling up in the pit of her stomach. Ben’s attitude shifts, his smirk turns into a wide grin. It wasn’t a playful smile, it was full with want and desire. He needed her underneath him. Glancing between the woman beside him and the bathroom just down the hall he gets an idea.

He gets off the chair and takes a step closer to her, his strong finger pushes a lock of hair behind her ear exposing her neck to him. He bends over and places his lips against the side of her ear “How about,” he starts, a growl ever present in his tone. “I take you into that bathroom, slide off those panties and have my way with you. I’m sure I’m better than him.” Y/N’s breathing becomes erratic, closing her legs with every amount of force, sure that she’s already dripping from just one sentence.

“O-ok,” she agrees. Grabbing her hand he races towards the bathroom, pushing past the other bar-goers as he goes. The grip on her hand is tight and dominate, her heart races with anticipation of what he would do to her.

Pulling her into the bathroom he slams her against the wall, pushing the door closed with his foot. His hands grab at her waist pulling her close to him as his lips capture hers. They burn against her own, nipping at her lower lip as he pulls away only to kiss her again. He pulls away to turn the metal lock on the door, turning to her he sighs “My name is Ben, don’t forget it,” he all but purrs. He quickly looks around the tiny room, the sink was on a larger counter. At least she would be comfortable, he thinks. 

Ben grabs her by the hair and forces her to the counter “Does he do this to you?” he questions, pulling a little tighter.

“No,” she moans out. He releases the fist full of hair and helps her onto the countertop, hands slowly trailing up her thighs feeling the smooth skin on his fingertips. She mentally thanked herself for wearing a dress, letting her legs spread effortlessly for the man she’d just met. The blond moves in between her legs, letting them wrap around his waist to keep him in place for her “Ben,” she mewled as his lips connect with the soft sensitive skin of her neck.

“You’re so fucking hot like this, Baby,” he whispers, lapping at her skin, tongue going over the spots he was making. “He better be gone long enough for these arks to go away, shame what he’d do if he found out about us tonight.” His fingers slide underneath the thin straps of her dress, letting the fabric expose her breasts. “So perfect.” He presses small kisses in the valley of her breasts as he massages them, fingers dragging over her hardened nipples. 

Y/N bucks her hips and lets out a soft groan. Grabbing a fist full of his blonde hair she pulls him away “Take it off,” she growls, motioning to his shirt. He looks at her and chuckles.

“Should I, Darling?”

“Please.” He takes the hem of his black t-shirt and pulls it up and over his head, revealing his chiseled torso. God, he was hot, her mind was racing. Her hands grasp and touch every inch for him, not an imperfection in sight. Ben pulls her hands away and reaches up under her dress, hastily pulling down the thin layer of fabric that separated him from her.

“You’re dripping,” he breathes, letting her panties fall to the ground. “Spread your legs,” he commands making her instantly comply. He pushes her back and pools the fabric of her thin black dress in her lap. His lips kiss the inside of her thighs, building the anticipation. The kisses let lower and lower until he spreads her legs a little more, her cunt on full display for him “Tell me, Darling. Does he do this to you? Make you feel good?”

She shakes her head, propping herself on her elbows. She watches his head get lower to her core until the feeling of his tongue licking a long stipe up makes her cry out. “Fuck,” she moans, bucking her hips towards him. His hands roughly pushes her hips down to keep her in place. The sounds of him kissing her pussy is music to ears, his lips taking extra time teasing her clit. “Ben, more,” she pleads, gripping his hair.  He complies by his tongue swirling around her clit, one of his finger entering her. “Ben! Ah -fuck! You’re so good at this,” she moans loudly, throwing her head back.

“Are you going to be a good girl and let me add another?” he questions her. Her intense moans give him the only answer he needed. Entering another finger she could feel her orgasm starting to rise, with his hair still in her hands she forces him farther. He sucks in her clit roughly “Fuck,” he growls.

“Ben I’m going to cum,” she tells him in between broken moans. He doesn’t let up, sucking it harder until her legs start st shake, hips bucking. Her orgasm washes over her, the most intense she’s had in a while.  He starts to laugh and pulls away, leaving his fingers inside her to thrust slowly he moves up and kisses her sloppily.

“You can recover by sucking my cock,” he tells her. She grins and gets off of the counter and onto her knees, eagerly waiting to see it.  Her Y/E/C eyes bore into his green ones with so much want it was outstanding. His fingers fiddled with the thin belt and with one swift motion unzipped his pants, his hard cock springing from its confines. “Is it bigger than his?”

She bites her lower lip and nods eagerly, her hand wrapping around the thick base. In her mind it was official that he was a god sent from fucking somewhere. “It’s perfect,” she whispers before licking the tip of his cock and moaning at the sweet taste of his pre-cum. Ben gently puts his head back, his eyes closing as she slowly drags her tongue from the base of the shaft to the tip.

“Suck my cock, Baby,” he instructs while he puts his strong hand behind her head, pulling her in closer. Her lips conform around his thickness, slowly taking him in inch by inch until she reaches the base “You take my cock so well-ah-fuck!” Ben forces her to go faster, watching her bob and looking up at him with those big eyes made him squirm.

He could stay like this forever with her on his dick like this, on her knees and needy for him. “Good girl…hold it there,” he grunts, keeping her head still with his cock shoved down her throat. His abs start to contract, his 6-pack on full and glorious display. After she starts to whine, the palms of her hands tapping his muscular thighs he finally pulls her away.

She gasps for air as she rises from her knees only to start jerking him off. She gets back onto the counter and spreads her legs “Fuck,” he whispers.

“Fuck me, Ben, please,” she pleads with a pout. Now how could he deny that? It was such a pretty sight to see. He grabs her thighs and brings her closer, taking his cock and teasingly dragging the tip up and down her wet folds. He places it on her clit and taps it gently a few times which makes her moan his name. Guiding his dick to her entrance he slowly pushes in, watching her face twist in pleasure “Oh my God! Ben,” she whines.

“You feel so good, Baby. Take me,” he groans, pushing all the way in. She grips the sides of the counter as he starts to thrust, it wasn’t slow or taking his time to enjoy it. It was needy, his gips grind into her the bones roughly hitting brought an exciting element of pain. He puts her leg over his shoulder for a better angle, placing light kissing on the inside of her thigh

“Ben. Oh, fuck, god!” she squeals, her walls clenching around him.

“Clench harder Baby, my cock feels so good inside you,” he growls, pressing harder into her hips. He wanted to leave her as bruised as possible, she’d have fun trying to hide them. Ben abruptly pulls out of her “Get down,” he commands. She obeys every command like her life depended on it she gets down and turns around, her ass on full display “God you’re beautiful. I might need to cum on this,” he drags out the ‘s’ lightly spanking the bottom of her right ass cheek.

“I need to cum, Ben. Fuck me, please.”” He loves to hear her beg! Taking a fist full of her soft hair he pulls harshly as he enters her with force.

“Look up. See who’s fucking you.” He pulls her hair back, forcing her to look at herself in the smudge covered mirror. She looks at him, the beads of sweat illuminate his body, his blond curls stuck to his forehead.

“Harder Ben!” she pleads, reaching down to her sensitive clit. When he sees where her hand had gone he pulls her hair harder. Her cry in pain only made him pull harder.

“You get to cum when I say you can cum, Babygirl,” he says, leaning down to bite along her shoulder blades. “I’m going to cum first, fill you up. Try explaining that to your boyfriend when he gets home. Maybe I should’ve put on a condom,” his low laughs make her groan in anguish. Her core was beginning to feel the pressure of a powerful orgasm. She was able to feel the throbs in her clit as he pounded into her mercilessly.

It didn’t take long for Ben to feel the same pressure rise, the thought of filling her up with his warm cum excited him. His moans got lower, more animalistic. He was going to ruin her “Baby! Oh, fuck-a-ah! I’m gonna cum. I’m going to cum inside your warm cunt,” he moans for her, thrusting harder making their skin slap together. The noise was intoxicating. With one last thrust, he coated her inside, a long string of the naughtiest things escaping his lips. “Your turn, Babygirl.”

He puts her back on the counter, assaulting her clit. Flicking over the overstimulated nub “Shit, shit shit,” she curses. Her toes clenching. The tingling of her orgasm started at her toes, traveling all the way up to her core. “Ben!” she cries loudly, bucking her hips into his wanting mouth. He pulls away and places a kiss on her lips.

“You look so good like this…get dressed, we’ve been in here for far too long,” he tells her, looking around the room for his shirt.

When they got dressed he pushed her out of the room, his hand firmly placed on her low back. “I’m going to walk you out…letting all those people wonder what I just did to you.” She looked around for any stares, thankfully not many and even those only glanced at them for a brief moment.

They stood out on the curb, taking in the cool night's air not daring to meet each others stare. Ben reaches into his pocket, digging around for something important. He grabs it in his fist and pulls it out, showing it off to her. Y/N looks over and sees a diamond ring being held up in between his thumb and pointer finger, she smiles and takes it from him to slide it on her left ring finger “I told you this would be fun,” she hums.

Ben slides on a silver wedding band and nods along “I don’t know how I feel about a stranger fantasy…but I did like taking you in a bathroom,” he chuckles. YN wraps her arms around his torso and puts her head on his strong chest.

“Ah, you did have fun. Do this again?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Y/N laughs and reaches up to kiss him “I’ll see you at home, Love you Ben.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Next time we take the same car.”

[ayellowcurtain]

Finding Polaris - Chapter 4

Finding Polaris - Chapter 4 

for the anon that was asking for a picnic, here it is!! 

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Looking at Lucas the next morning is the best and worst feeling ever. It’s only been days but now Eliott thinks he waited for too long. He lost precious hours that he could have spent kissing Lucas.

They slept for just two or three hours but he can’t wait another minute. Lucas is still passed out on their bed. The sheet is covering Lucas all the way to his shoulder blades, his arms are hidden underneath his pillow. His face is buried in the pillow and Eliott smiles, remembering the feeling of Lucas’ breath against his chest minutes ago.

He walks slowly around the room, opening the door to the balcony, letting the morning breeze go straight to the bed, caressing Lucas’ back. He moves around just a little bit, trembling. That’s the cue for Eliott to crawl on top of him, holding his weight putting one hand on each side of his head while he kisses Lucas' shoulder, slowly going up against his neck and what he can find of Lucas’ face.

“I’m sleeping…” The other one whispers, licking his own lips but Eliott can see that he’s starting to smile.

“It’s been too long. I want to kiss you.” Lucas moves around carefully, feeling that Eliott is not giving him much space for it. He finally lies on his back, laughing when Eliott doesn’t wait for another second, kissing him lazily. It’s a different kind of kiss from the other ones they’ve shared during the night. It’s slower, has some type of meaning that they don’t understand yet. Very different from when you’re stumbling around the room while rushing to take each other’s clothes off.

Lucas slowly moves his arms, putting both of them around Eliott’s neck, asking him to come closer, to relax against Lucas’ body. He can feel Eliott big, inviting hands exploring around his body with no rush, stopping when he feels Lucas’ muscles contracting or relaxing, pressing his fingertips against it.

Long limbs all tangled around each other, it’s hard to understand their position and how they got to it after kissing for hours and hours and hours. Their lips are dry and puffy and Lucas’ stomach is starting to make noises, he’s starving, his body is begging for some comfort food to recover from last night but staying in bed with Eliott sounds so much better.

The noises didn’t go unnoticed. Eliott stopped as soon as he heard it, smiling while looking down, spreading his hand all around Lucas’ abs and it’s a weird feeling looking at it. Feels weirdly intimate to have Eliott caressing his belly like he was able to get pregnant and Eliott to be proud to be a dad. He shakes his head to try and forget the image, putting his hand on his hair while Eliott crawls down, laying down in between his legs again, kissing his belly slowly, then putting both hands on it to rest his chin, looking up to meet Lucas' eyes.

“What do you wanna eat?” Lucas sighs, feeling his whole face heating up again just with the thought of a handsome man like Eliott in between his legs for the second time, both of them completely naked with marks and hickeys all over their bodies.

“Their entire breakfast menu would be fucking amazing.” Lucas tries to stretch his top half, rearranging the pillow underneath his head so he can look at Eliott properly.

“I don’t think we can afford that.” Eliott says it so easily and Lucas can’t contain a tiny moan from coming out of his mouth.

We.

Eliott uses it like it’s their normal and Lucas can’t handle it. He’s been single for as long as he can remember and Eliott just makes it seem like they’ll be together for the rest of their lives. Like they’re already a couple after a single night together. The best night of Lucas’ life but it’s still only a night.

He can’t think and Eliott just laughs, deciding for the two what they’ll eat. They’re both still sticky with sweat and come and a shower is needed but the food will come soon and so they should wait to take a shower afterward.

Nothing better than to roll around in bed while they can, kissing each other and just staring at the deep sea that exists inside the other one’s eyes. After a while, Eliott starts making stupid love promises and Lucas still can’t believe it or respond. He knows it’s just a summer love kind of thing. But it still feels so good to hear it, to be watched by Eliott as he says it.

Fuck it. He needs to stop worrying. If this is it, ok! He doesn’t want to hold back anymore. He should enjoy it for what it is, enjoy and live in their momentary bubble of endless love and intimacy that will end so.

If this is sort of a small new life inside his main life he’ll enjoy it as much as he can, he’ll say whatever he has to say and what he feels because he needs to enjoy it fully. This is a parallel life and he’s enjoying every second of it.

So he finally gives back, promising the world to Eliott and the other one stops for a second, giving him a big smile that goes to his eyes, wrinkling his cheeks and he looks so adorable.

The breakfast is fucking amazing and they both try a little bit of everything. Eliott didn’t order the whole menu but he did order a lot and Lucas can’t even put into words how much his love grew even bigger with it.

They keep trying everything then giving it to the other one directly in their mouths, licking each other’s fingers like that’s not too intimate for two strangers but they never talk about yesterday’s event with the popsicle but it’s clear that they keep reminiscing about it.

-

Going to the beach was an amazing idea yesterday. They were in an amazing place so they should enjoy every bit of it but now the beach seems so normal compared to staying in. Showering together for almost an hour, making out while Lucas is sitting on the bathroom sink, finally putting some clean clothes on (Lucas' clothes, Eliott needs to go shopping soon), laying down on their other bed, they’ll take the sheets off the other bed when they get tired of kissing and touching each other.

The sun is just starting to set outside and Eliott looks to their balcony, his hand still at the top of Lucas’ head, keeping his hair back. Lucas doesn’t like not having Eliott’s full attention on him so he puts his hands on the other one’s cheeks, making him turn and look back at Lucas like he’s been doing all day.

“I wanna go on a date with you.” Eliott explains, brushing their lips together.

“On a date?” Lucas smiles, touching Eliott’s lower lip with his thumbs, feeling how dry and puffy and inviting it is after kissing all day long.

“Yes, let’s go eat on the beach, like a picnic.” He rolls to the side, getting off of Lucas and he tries to stop him.

“Right now? I wanna stay here…” Lucas pouts and Eliott comes closer again, giving him a quick peck on the lips, whispering like it’s a big secret.

“We ran out of condoms so we have to go buy them as well.” And Lucas doesn’t have an answer for that so he obeys, sitting up to go put some clothes on.

-

Eliott can’t stop smiling, holding Lucas’ hand tightly as they walk to the grocery store. It’s a big store that has a little bit of everything. So they buy cheap wine, sandwiches, some fruits, water, salad, a small cake (Eliott insists on it, he cannot eat dinner and not have dessert afterward) and condoms.

Lucas can’t stop blushing and giggling like a teenager while they’re picking the condoms. Eliott also keeps teasing him about it, doing everything so slowly, always watching Lucas’ reaction. He picks much more than they’ll probably need but Lucas can’t help feeling his skin tingling underneath his clothes when Eliott kisses him right in front of a massive shelf filled with all kinds and sizes of condoms.

They bought all the food they needed but completely forgot about buying anything where they could sit and not get their clothes wet and dirty.

“You can sit on my lap if you want to…” Eliott raises his eyebrows and Lucas rolls his eyes while holding their groceries.

“Not gonna happen right now.” He nods, finding one of the beach hammocks so they can sit and put their things.

Lucas puts everything on the chair while Eliott opens the wine, leaning against the backrest, watching Lucas in silence and smiling without even realizing it. As soon as he sits, Eliott pulls him closer by the waist, making his lean his back against Eliott’s chest, offering him some wine and Lucas accepts it, getting the bottle and drinking slowly, cleaning his lips with the back of his hand, giving the bottle back to Eliott.

The daylight is gone, they can only see each other because of the street lights just a few meters away.

“This is my first picnic ever.” Lucas says after a minute watching the waves crash, the water slowing down, spreading all over the sand and rocks. Eliott frowns, taking another sip of the wine, putting it on the sand right next to them.

“Really?”

“I think so. I assume it’s not your first. I feel like you’re that guy that has a bunch of friends and always has something to do.” He can’t help but smile, looking at Lucas even though he can only see the back of his head and just a little bit of his profile. He thinks of Lucille for the first time since he left that ring at her door.

“It’s more like I have people around me that have a lot of friends and then I’m just forced to tag along. You seem like you have a lot of friends as well.” Lucas shrugs, opening one of their sandwiches but he's still close enough that Eliott can keep his arm around his waist.

“I have a few. Good ones.” Eliott comes closer, opening his mouth and Lucas puts the sandwich in between his lips and he takes a big bite. Lucas smiles, kissing the corner of his lips.

“But this is different. I like having a picnic with you, on the beach on a summer night.”

“Yeah, it feels good.” Lucas relaxes against his chest, resting his head on Eliott’s shoulder while he eats their sandwich.

“It feels perfect.” He whispers against his ear, feeling how Lucas shudders against him.

They stay in silence again, just feeding each other with their sandwiches and wine. Eliott loves hearing the sound of the ocean just meters away in an infinity of water and mystery.

He was never the beach type of person but it changed over the last couple of days. Every memory with Lucas is also filled with the sound of the ocean, the humidity, the roughness of their skin and sand. Lucas’ smell is a mix of him, salty water and sweat.

“We are good together, no?” Lucas laughs when he says it, blushing again, running his fingers through Eliott’s forearms, making him hold Lucas tighter.

“I guess so.” He manages to say after a second but he’s still blushing, trying to hold back a smile.

“Lucas...”

“Yes, we are good together, the best.” He turns a little, looking at Eliott. His eyes are shining, Eliott can only see a little bit of the blue forming a ring around the edges.

“That’s better. We fit together perfectly, don’t try to hide it.” He whispers against Lucas’ lips, smiling.

“I’m not. It was...amazing.” Lucas nuzzles his nose against Eliott’s cheek.

“I want to please you, always.” He laughs and Lucas does the same, he has the most contagious laughter and Eliott never heard something like it. He’ll never forget about it.

“You’re unbelievable, Eliott.”

-

Lucas crashes into Eliott as soon as they’re inside their bedroom. And Eliott lets him do whatever he wants, smiling when Lucas pushes him against the wall. He’s way smaller but he’s not weak at all, holding Eliott in place while he kisses his neck.

Eliott can only wrap both arms around his neck, looking up so Lucas can kiss his whole neck. Their wants and needs take over and Lucas loosens his grip just enough for Eliott to push his hip forward so they can walk around together on their way to the bed. Lucas turns them around again, letting Eliott lay down on his back, sprawling around and smiling when Lucas crawls on top of him, biting his own lip.

“Come here…” Eliott manages to whisper, pulling Lucas down by his neck. It’s a obscene kiss, one that it’s probably illegal in public places. Eliott is hard as a rock, can’t wait to get rid of their clothes, his shirt got lost somewhere on their walk to the bed, he can’t remember how. But he pays attention when Lucas bites his lip, stopping the kiss to sit on his stomach, taking his shirt off.

He looks carefully at every single muscle, putting both hands on Lucas’ sides, going up slowly to feel every muscle and his fast breathing. Eliott laughs when Lucas bumps their noses together, pulling Eliott back from his daydreams.

“My turn.” Lucas whispers with a cute smile on his lips. And Eliott sigh, relaxing again on the pillow, caressing Lucas’ cheeks.

“Yes. Ok.” That’s the only thing he manages to say, both of them smiling to each other, Eliott closes his eyes, feeling Lucas’ puffy lips kiss his chest slowly.

-

Lucas can’t believe his luck. He can hear the waves crashing right across the street but he’s not sure if the ocean is really that loud and rowdy. It might be his heart, pounding inside his ribcage and filling his ears.

Their room is completely dark, but he opens his eyes, facing Eliott’s shoulder blades, his broad shoulders and his pale skin with a whole universe of freckles. He carefully wraps one arm tightly around Eliott’s chest, breathing him in, putting his other arm underneath his head, resting his hand against the headboard, spreading his body lazily across the bed, half on top of Eliott’s.

Eliott has a mixed scent of saltwater, sunscreen, and Eliott .

Lucas is still getting used to it, but he’s already addicted to Eliott’s smell, especially if it’s mixed with their summer-y days.

What is this? Lucas has to be back in Paris in a few days. It feels like a lifetime but it’s only been a few days and he can’t think of saying goodbye to this, to Eliott, cuddling with him in a big, comfortable bed where they just had sex hours ago.

Lucas comes even closer, tangling their legs together, burying his nose in the back of Eliott’s neck, breathing him in again. The older one moves just a little, his big hand coming to Lucas’ elbow, making his arm hold Eliott tighter.

“Stop.” Lucas doesn’t even have the time to question what he needs to stop, Eliott is already able to read his mind. “Don’t think about it. We still have time.”

[hotdamnhunnam]

Stop Fucking Around, Cunt

A/N: Title is a quote from Charlie’s character in Guy Ritchie’s The Gentlemen. Anyone else obsessed with Raymond and the way he says ‘cunt’... all the time... Just imagine him calling you one while he dishes out punishment, spanking you raw and then fucking you hard from behind.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, spanking, punishment, dom!Raymond

Word Count: ~1.7k

“What the fuck are you talking about, love?” he asks as he strips off his coat.

You watch him and try not to choke on the puddle of thirst in your throat. Bite your lip, quite embarrassed at what you’re about to admit. “I just—I don’t know, Ray, it really just... gets me all hot.”

Your impeccably dressed and impossibly gorgeous boyfriend just stands there a second, broad shoulders and buff chest bursting at the seams of his buttoned-up vest, still unsure what you mean to suggest. “What?”

So you spit it out, then. “The way you say cunt.”

Raymond blinks. Lifts his brows. Blue eyes speaking in silence—well, now... that was blunt.

And you’re not even done. Clearing your throat again, you bravely carry on. “I was wondering if you might, um... call me one?”

That shit certainly calls for another long pause. Raymond studies your face with a barely perceptible clench of his jaw. Slowly pushes his glasses up, curious just how you got so corrupt. “Love, you do know that’s an insult? Frankly not a name that a delicate flower like you should be called.”

Fuck. This is not going how you had hoped. Not at all. 

You reply with a roll of your eyes and a frustrated sigh. “Yes, I know. When I hear you get pissed off at someone and call them a cunt, though...” your voice trails off briefly; you notice the smug bastard smirking at you now, all cocky and cheeky. “Are you fucking judging me, Raymond? You shouldn’t. This isn’t my fault.”

He braces his pinstripe-sleeved arms on the countertop by which he’s standing, here in his meticulously—fucking ridiculously—well-maintained kitchen. Every damn thing Raymond touches falls under his competent hand and his total command, which includes you; the moment you met, you were smitten. He knows it, too. “Not your fault, Y/N? Whose is it, then?”

“Yours, of course,” you respond. “Strutting around town with that spiffy vest and those scholarly specs and that stupid blonde beard and this whole fucking... thing that you’ve got going on. You can’t keep spouting filth from that mouth and then wonder why this so-called ‘delicate flower’ is desperate for you to treat her like a whore.”

Something shifts within him, at those words. Like he doesn’t wonder anymore. He approaches you slowly now, voice smooth and soft and yet somehow, so... rough. “Well, why don’t you run off to our bedroom, love. Take all your clothes off. And wait for me there on the floor, bent over on all fours... with that sweet little cunt of yours facing the door.”

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Never have you obeyed an order any faster; Ray has always been a master of exerting power. Now that you have done as told, eagerly slipping into your submissive role, of course the bastard makes you wait for what feels like a goddamn hour. Maybe more.

Of fucking course.

It’s probably been less than ten minutes, if you’re honest, but however long it’s been, you’re fucking sick of it. It’s torture, though you must admit some part of you does love it. 

Ray’s not even here yet and already he’s pushing your limits. Here you are on your hands and knees down on the floor, just as he’d ordered, stark naked and so fucking horny it’s starting to hurt. 

Just before you’re about to give up and shift out of your shameless position of abject submission... in that exact moment, the bedroom door slowly swings open. So you stay in place then, all shaking and soaking. Even without turning and looking, you can feel the force of his gaze on your skin, no doubt focusing on your bare ass and exposed pussy.

It must be fucking glistening, you think, given how wet you’ve been ever since Raymond let this game begin. Feels obscenely fucking juicy.

His voice as it comes from the doorway is rich, husky, laced with all manner of lust and expensive whiskey. “Now, isn’t that a sight to see...”

The waiting game has made you more than just a little grumpy. So you turn back toward him now, turn down the corners of your mouth into a bratty princess pout. As if you’re in any position to be bossy. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

Ray is clearly quite amused by that, as you knew he would be. “Well, we both know that’s what you want...” he taunts, crossing the room to stand before you so that he can admire the view from the front. He looks straight down at you with the statement that he utters next, each word off of his luscious lips dripping with sex. “...but that’s not what you’re going to get. Not yet. You greedy little cunt.”

Oh God. Oh God. You’d always dreamt that hearing this from him would be insanely hot... but the effect now as it finally fucking happens far exceeds your filthy thoughts.

He crouches down, propping your chin up in his grasp to keep you from pathetically collapsing to the ground. “Who would’ve guessed my precious little princess is just nothing but a dirty fucking slut?”

“Ray...” you cry out, his name escaping from your mouth, though you really have nothing to say.

“Did I tell you to speak?” he chides, hand shifting up toward your hair, thick fingers tangling through your locks and gripping tight, holding your head in place right there. God, how his strength is making you weak. “Listen, cunt. You are going to stay still and shut up while I give that naughty ass what it deserves: some good hard punishment. You’re not going to sit right for weeks.”

You nod and bite your tongue, high on the big dick energy that’s radiating from your dom. So fucking strong... in all this time you’ve been with him, it’s honestly just what you’ve wanted all along.

“That’s a good little slut,” he says, masterfully petting your head, and then shifting to suddenly lift you up off the floor so that he can position you elsewhere instead, with your body bent over the bed.

Ray manhandles you effortlessly, like you don’t weigh a thing. You don’t, really, to him. He could probably bench press a dozen of you at the gym. His whole life is a hustle, so he knows that it benefits him to build muscle... which certainly benefits you in the bedroom.

You know that you’re meant to stay still, but you want him so badly it kills. It hurts that you can’t turn to watch him behind you as he gets undressed. The sound of this absolute sex god unbuttoning his tailored vest, then loosening his tie and removing his shirt and revealing his rippling abs and his smooth sculpted chest, then finally unbuckling his belt... you’re not sure if you can help yourself...

“Don’t you dare fucking move,” he abruptly commands, owning you though and through. “Understand?”

Yes, of course you do. Of course you know the command that he told you to follow. And yet that doesn’t mean that you can... how can you resist turning to look, to behold such a beautiful god of a man...?

Before you can try pushing your luck to defy his command, Ray swiftly takes a fistful of your messy hair in one hand, rough and dominant. He knew exactly what you were about to do. Promptly forbids you from ever attempting something so damn stupid again. “Stop fucking around, cunt.”

Holy mother of fuck—and that is when the punishment begins.

You shudder and gasp, with a sharp jolt of shock, as his palm comes down hard on your bare naked ass. “Let’s see how much this delicate flower can take before you earn this big fucking cock.”

Ray has spanked your ass more than a few times before, but this... this shit hits different. The biggest difference being that, with each smack, he aggressively pulls your hair back and leans in to whisper the same word in your ear, the word you have for so long been dying to hear...

“That’s it, cunt. Take your punishment. This what you want? Know it is. Fucking live for this, don’t you. You know you do. Damn filthy cunt.”

You lose count, soon enough, as his hand on your ass gets increasingly rough, and as both of you come ever closer to explosively getting off. Before you’ve even taken his cock. As your body trembles from the impact of each smack, you feel his enormous shaft, hard as a rock, rubbing up on your sex, from where he stands behind you, in perfect position between your spread legs. That, combined with the absolute filth that he says, and the force of his savage attack on your ass, is enough to make you fucking climax...

But Raymond knows better than to let that happen. Once he is at last satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson, he dishes out one final smack and then presses his hand to the small of your back, while the other grabs hold of his cock to align it with your dripping pussy and then... finally pushes in.

“Unghhh...” he grunts, in rhythm with your own mind-blown groan of complete satisfaction. The next words that fall from his sinful mouth, then, take you straight up to heaven or somewhere beyond. “Such a good... fucking... cunt.”

Just like that, on the instant, when he’s been inside you for barely two seconds... you’re honestly done.

Both of you end up coming harder than you’ve ever come, sanity shattered to pieces, all your senses starstruck and numb.

You are sure that it’s bound to be hours—days, weeks, even—till you manage to come down from this heaven and somehow recover from such a next-level orgasm.

Till then, you are more than content to just bask in the afterglow with him, knowing that whenever you’re craving a visit to heaven again... you now have a quick ticket straight up there with Raymond. 

All he will ever have to do, to take you to the fucking stars, is call you what you are: his dirty little slut... and filthy fucking cunt.

***************

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Come Back Down Part 12

Come Back Down, Part 12

Warnings: There’s some creative smut here. Some cussing.

Summary: Just a little view of Jensen being happy before the shit hits the fan... That’ll be next chapter.

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I thought things might get a little awkward since Y/N'd had her hand on my dick last night. But, that was not the case. I woke up with the sunshine against my closed eyelids and the scent of her shampoo in my nose. "You smell so good, sweetheart." The sentiment slipped from my lips without my permission and I felt her laughter rumble in her chest beneath my hand. I tucked my face into her hair, just feeling the inextinguishable, burning warmth that was spreading through my entire body. I knew the feeling, but was it too soon to be feeling this way?

"Don't be all weird, J. It wasn't a religious experience." She grumbled into the crook of my arm. It was strange, the stupidly happy feeling that bubbled up in my chest at her hedgehog grumpiness. The response was so typically her that I felt the last bits of hesitancy fade away.

 I decided to stow away the sentimentality, "I suppose you expect breakfast in bed with a side of Norco?" I finally found the will to open my eyes to the morning, finding the scene in front of me just as welcoming. Y/N's legs twisted in the sheets and was as close as she could possibly get with a brace and a cast to get in her way. Her camisole was riding halfway up her abdomen, showing off the bruises that had now faded to gray translucency.

 The sight calmed some of jagged edges that were still cut up inside me. It was proof that she was healing, that this would be behind her soon just like everything else that she'd ever been through and conquered.

 Now, she'd cracked an eyelid in my direction, a small but effective pout on her lips, her eye brows raising in question. "Some coffee?"

 Some things never changed. I found myself leaning over, pausing just a hairsbreadth away from her lips. "Of course. Anything else?" I dragged my lips against hers and expected her to push me away and tell me that 'yes, brush your teeth.' But she didn't. Her grumpy, pleading expression melts into something else. Something I've never seen before on her face.

 She pushes into my space, taking the kiss that I offered with enthusiasm. When she moved away she had a hand on my hip, and her eyes were exuding a certain warmth. "Don't be long?"

 It was possible that we'd become a little codependent. Not that I would have any first hand knowledge of anything like that. So, between texts to Jared I brewed some coffee and happily scrambled some eggs. I debated throwing some elaborate, celebratory breakfast together, but Y/N still wasn't eating much. So, I reigned it in. There was plenty of time to be stupidly domestic. Jared's return text drew my attention away for a moment.

 Jared 9:03am: Dude. Finally.

Jensen 9:04am: What do you mean, finally? Asshole.

Jared 9:07am: I'm not an asshole. Asshole.

 I'd managed to not screw up a batch of scrambled eggs with cheese and was in the process of buttering some toast when my phone chimmed against her counter top. I wasn't expecting to have a detailed conversation with Jared just yet.

 Jared 9:16am: Danneel's been by. She was upset that you had signed the papers 'so quickly'. She's been crying on Gen's shoulder all damn weekend. She was the one that had them drawn up, right?

 Couldn't I just have one drama free moment to enjoy the fact that I was happier than I had been in years? Of course not.

 And then those stupid guilty feelings that I'd been supressing started welling up like a black slime, trying to coat and destroy. Yes, I'd separated from my wife months ago, started the divorce preceedings because she'd started them! However, even though she'd started everything, I was more and more convinced that it was the right thing to do. Not because I could have Y/N without any guilt, but because the separation from Danneel exposed the huge, gaping pit of differences that was between us. I hadn't known until I'd taken a step back and looked at the whole picture. Neither one of us was happy anymore, and it wasn't just tiny things that needed to change that would go towards trying to make it right again.

 Jensen 9:18am: Yes. She was the one who wanted the separation and she's the one who sent a lawyer to ambush me at damn hospital when Y/N was hurt. This should all not be a big surprise to her.

 Now I was leaning against the counter with my phone in one hand and a plate of food in the other. Her pill bottle was bulging out of the pocket I'd stuffed it in just minutes earlier.

 Juice. She'd probably appreciate some juice too. And the coffee! Fuck!

 Jared 9:25am: All I'm saying, from what I've heard. She's not gonna be letting this go without a fight.

 Well, I was having a good morning. "Fuck." I sighed, finally settling for a tray for all of Y/N's coffee accoutrements before taking a cleansing breath. There was no need to saddle Y/N with my baggage instantly.

 It would go something like: Hi, I love you. I know, crazy right?! Surprise bitch! Here's my baggage!

 We could have one drama-free morning, couldn't we? I made sure my phone was on silent and plastered on the most convincing smile I could before trudging back up the stairs. I could do this.

~~~~~

The shit didn't hit the fan until a couple of weeks later, when I was least expecting it to. Y/N was slowly progressing into the 'well' category. A physical therapist came to her house a couple of days a week to help her regain motion and strength in her leg. She apparently didn't tear enough ligaments to qualify for surgery.

 So, completely begrudging the opportunity to put my hands on her skin, I'd been helping her with some of her stretches. She'd only cussed and threatened to separate me from my balls a little bit and it seemed to be doing her some good. Plus, it'd kind of been satisfying that itch I had when I was in high school and thought I wanted to be a physical therapist.

 It's probably good that I'd dodged that particular interest. It was one thing to be up close and personal with someone you love, their sweaty skin beneath your finger tips. A wholly other for some stranger to be in such intimate proximity.

 "I've got a surprise for you when you finish these." I mumbled as I helped by pushing her ankle towards being flush with her butt cheek. She couldn't quite make it and I could tell it was putting a lot of strain on her ligaments. "No pain, no gain, darlin."

 She frowned, and from the looks of it, just barely resisted flipping me the bird. "What kind of surprise?" She ventured instead, bitting her lip until I eased up on the stretch and give her a break.

 "Can't tell. Then it wouldn't be a surprise." Her face scrunched into a frown, "Don't give me the poop face, thems the brakes." I supressed the smile that threatened to break out on my face until she finally succombed to her childish ways and stuck her tongue out. "Watch it now, I might think that's an offer."

 She hummed before answering, her long bangs hanging coyly in her face. "Maybe it is."

 "Don't you threaten me with something you can't back up, sweetheart." I was kind of joking, but there was another, bigger part of me that was making sure that she was too. I'd call it a rough patch in the changing over from being best friends into... Whatever it was that we were at the moment.

 She scrutinized me for a moment, and I couldn't say that it was really all that comfortable, and with a completely serious face instructed me to take my pants off. "Boxers too." She added as she arranged herself to lay flat across the foot of her bed on her back.

 At first I wasn't too sure what she was up to. This was completely unchartered territory and I prided myself in keeping my ears plugged when she started to talk about what she had done with her 'current' boyfriends. I only paused for a moment though, "I gotta do all the work?" It was amazing how fast I could become half undressed in the middle of a perfectly respectable, sunny afternoon.

 Her face was bright with teasing, full of piss and vinegar, and I took another moment to appreciate the fact that she was actually a little happy. "I'm the gimp, Jensen. Come over here before I change my mind."

 I was only a few steps away from her, but her words made me pause again. "Do you need to change your mind?"

 "Jesus Christ, Jensen!" Her face became flush, and if I didn't know better I would've thought it was embarrassment.

 I'd had a vague idea of what was about to happen, but I didn't want to be presumptious. However, I was already half hard, so I obeyed. I was feeling incredibly awkward with my dick drooping over her face and I could feel my own cheeks darkening with embarassment. "Y/N, are you sure ab-"

 "I swear to God, Jensen, are you this awkward with your dick out all the time?" She cut me off with her jab, but I could tell she was picking on me to hide her own self conciousness. Then, her hands were on my thighs, squeezing a little like she was picking fruit at the super market. Either way, my dick found it rather interesting. "Damn you've always had nice thighs." I felt her warm breath tickle the hair on my leg before her mouth brushed the thin skin on my inner thigh. The movement made me drag my bottom lip between my teeth to keep in a giggle. I was horribly ticklish exactly where her mouth was.

 When her teeth pulled the skin into a bite and then sucked and laved at the reddened flesh. I couldn't help the startled moan at the zing of pleasure that shot right to my dick. "Fuck, Y/N." I chanced a look down at her and found that she had a sparkling, mischievious look in her eyes. "Watch the teeth."

 She smiled wide, most of her white teeth on display before she disappeared to continue to mouth at my thigh on her way closer to where I needed her mouth to be. However, she seemed determined to tease me and took her time. I was in no position to rush things, so I stood helplessly while pathetic whines escaped my mouth without my permission. I was a badass, damnit, I needed to act like one.

 Soon, her mouth found its way to suck and lick sloppily over my balls and the shock of pleasure racing through my veins caused me to bend over, a long, low groan bellowing forth like I was a goddamn neanderthal. My hands braced over her thighs, my head hung low, I widened my stance so that I didn't smother her. I could see the headline now, 'Woman smothered by Jensen Ackles' thunder thighs while giving head...'

 To my embarrassment, Y/N laughed like I'd told her a joke, the vibrations giving me all kinds of sensations. "Oh, but what a way to go."

 Oh fuck, I must have said it out loud, but I didn't have time to reply before her hot mouth enveloped me in wet heat and my brain compressed down to thrust, moan and cuss. I felt my fingers twist the comforter into my fists, my hips making aborted thrusts as I struggled to keep myself from thrusting deep into her glorious mouth. It turned out that Y/N was a freakin master at giving head. She writhed around beneath me like she was being struck by a live wire and loving every minute of it. And before I had time to contemplate that at any length she did an artful twist of her tongue and I was coming hard before I even had time to warn her.

 My arms gave out and I dropped into her thighs, holding my ass awkwardly in the air so that my graphic headline didn't come true. My entire body trembled as I spent my life out in pulses down my best friend's throat. And wasn't that a thought I'd never had before? It sent a belated shiver of pleasure through my body, causing me to twitch helplessly. "Oh, fuck." I muttered barely above a breath because my lungs were still not cooperating, my cheek laying heavily against her uninjured thigh. Hmph, she had pretty damn great thighs herself.

 I waited for her to laugh, or to make fun in some way, but it never came. She waited while I softened in her mouth before she started laying delicate kisses all over the sensitive skin of my thighs like worship. But soon it started to tickle and it motivated me to awkwardly scramble to sit on the bed without taking out her lovely face with my knees.

 She had a dazed look on her face, her tongue sliding over her abused bottom lip made my dick twitch valiently with interest. Her pupils were blown and it was obvious that she'd enjoyed what she'd just done.

 Soon, I felt a little sheepish. It was like all I'd done since we'd started this whole thing was to take. She'd refused any type of reciprocation, but I had to offer any way. "If you want, I can..."

 "No," she shook her head, but grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me close. The kiss didn't start off tentative or careful, it was full of want. I let her tongue plunder my mouth and I could taste myself as she sucked on my tongue much like she'd just sucked other things. She broke off the kiss, watching me panting for breath with an intense gaze. "When I can go without this brace, I want you to fuck me, okay?"

 I was struck dumb by her bluntness, but I squeaked out an, "Okay."

 I settled down to lay next to her and we kissed lazily for a while until I remembered. "I forgot your present!" I bounded off the bed to go to the guest bedroom where I'd set up and dragged her present from the depths of my bag. When I returned she was leaned up against the pillows with a perfectly contented look on her face. Like this was exactly what she wanted when she woke up this morning and thought about her day.

 God, I could do this. If this was what met me every time I came home, I'd be a happy man. Her eyes brightened, narrowing in on me rather than the object in my hand. "Whaddja get me?" She was like a child, practically bouncing in place. I did have a tendency to buy pretty awesome gifts, if I do say so myself.

 It never occurred to me to think that she might call what I had lame. I knew she would love it. "It's from Lush, that bath bomb place that you like? I think Jared has an Aunt that's friends with someone who works at the UK warehouse and well... They got me this." I handed over the small black jar and watched her eyes widen.

 "Holy... Is this what I think it is?" She looked at the jar and back to me in incredulity. "This hasn't been released yet. They've just been doing teasers and... Oh my God." She looked a little reverent as she unscrewed the cap to take a whiff. She made an incredibly pornographic sound, closing her eyes in absolute ecstacy.

 It made it a little uncomfortable to sit where I'd perched on the side of the bed beside her, my dick filling in my pants. "Well, there's more where that came from if you do your physical therapy every day. Lady gave me a whole basket of stuff."

 You'd think I would have told her that she'd won the goddamn lottery. She smiled so freakin hard I thought her face my implode. "Oh my God! You're the best!" She lunged over, pulling me into a tight, awkward side hug that made it difficult to breathe.

 I rubbed her back and smiled into her shoulder, a smile so wide that it hurt my face. "Of course I am, sweetheart."

 Once she'd calmed down a little and I was able to pry the jar from her fingers, "Lay down." I instructed in a calm voice and watched her obey quickly. I opened the fragrant jar and dipped my fingers in to collect the lotion. It was cool and creamy between my hands as I tried to warm it before spreading it over her good leg. Starting at her knee, I spread the cream to her thighs and then to her calves, working it in with firm circular presses of skin.

 She turned into delicious smelling putty. She only tensed a little when I removed her brace, trust implicit in her eyes. I used the cream to ease my fingers as I tried to massage the tension and extra fluid out of her injured knee. Doing this was probably more intimate than what we had done together previously, no sex involved, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

 I felt loose and happy and I could see all over her face that she felt the same. Seriously, if my life could actually be this good I would embrace it whole heartedly. Could I really be that lucky?

 Then, the doorbell rang.