lannister-slings-and-arrows

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

Breathe Me In

Rafael Barba x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2510

Warnings: Oral Sex/Cunnilingus

Summary: You try to convince Rafael to be a little sweeter to you after bringing him lunch. He obliges.

Written for @lannister-slings-and-arrows, @melk917 and @pascalispretty's Wet Hot Summer Bingo, fulfilling the 'Watermelon Sugar' prompt. As always, an immense thank you to @lannister-slings-and-arrows for editing; any remaining Britishisms are my own. Also on AO3.

The cafe is only ten minutes from Rafael’s apartment but by the time you’ve walked there to pick up lunch and come back you’re so sweaty you look like you’ve just finished a 5k. Your tee shirt sticks to your back as you catch your breath just inside the door, steeling yourself for the trip up four flights of stairs. 

The city is in the middle of a heatwave, the humidity rendering the air thick and oppressive and still. While the AC was on the fritz at your own apartment, you had temporarily decamped to your boyfriend’s in an attempt to escape the record temperatures. 

When you finally let yourself in you notice that the front room is empty. Rafael’s desk, where you had left him working earlier, is no longer occupied and you frown. 

“Raf?” you call out, pausing to grab one of the napkins that had come with your takeout and dab at your forehead. 

“Back here,” he answers and you roll your eyes. The bedroom is the coolest room in the apartment thanks to the unit in the window–you’re surprised he hadn’t moved his work there earlier. Kicking off your sandals, you make your way back towards his hideout. 

You sigh in relief when the cooler air washes over you as you open the door. Rafael is sitting up against the headboard writing careful notes in the margins of the thick case file in his lap and he perks up noticeably when he sees the brown paper bag in your hand. He sets his pen down. 

“Oh, thank God,” he huffs, shoving his work aside and reaching eagerly for the bag. “Did you get me more coffee?” 

“Nope.” He looks comically crestfallen, as though you’d informed him of a national espresso shortage. “Man cannot live on caffeine alone, Rafael. Besides, it’s not like you don’t have coffee here.”

“I have to make that myself,” he grumbles, rifling through the bag and grabbing the sandwich he’d ordered. “What’s this?” He pulls one of the bottles free and holds it up. 

“Watermelon lemonade. I got myself a blood orange one.” Before you join him on the bed you unbutton your shorts and kick them off. “I don’t know how you can even think about drinking coffee when it’s this hot out.” Rafael pulls a sceptical face, eyeing his drink suspiciously. 

“Watermelon lemonade? They didn’t have regular lemonade?” 

“Nope, just flavoured,” you tell him as you sit cross-legged on the bed beside him. He mutters something under his breath and you think you catch the word ‘gentrification’ as he passes the bag back to you. 

“Hey,” you protest, knocking your knee into his thigh. “I walked forever in a heatwave to get you lunch and a cold drink. Just taste it.” You pull your own drink out and take a sip, pleasantly surprised at how well the flavours work together. Rafa is still looking doubtfully at the pink drink in his hand and you roll your eyes. 

"You're such a baby, would it kill you to just try it?" you laugh. "I did, after all, nearly die of heatstroke bringing it to you. I thought you might be a little sweeter to me after my valiant sacrifice." 

"Oh, is that what you're after? A little sweetness?" He gestures to your bare legs, arching a blond eyebrow at you and finally opening the bottle. "Is that why you're half naked? Trying to give me a hint?" He takes a sip and carefully maintains his neutral expression.

“I’m half naked because I’m sweaty and gross and as soon as I finish my sandwich I’m gonna hop in the shower.” You take a bite and cast your eye over the files scattered haphazardly on the bed.

“Maybe you should join me,” you tease. “You look like you could use a break.” He had been working all morning, already bent over a legal pad at the table when you had finally gotten out of bed. By the time you’d arrived at Rafael’s place last night, you’d been too tired to do much more than brush your teeth and fall into bed. Certainly too tired to have sex, despite how much you’ve missed him over the last week. He chuckles around a mouthful, shaking his head and swallowing so he can reply, 

“You know as well as I do that that shower is not built for two people. One of us will fall out and I don’t have time for a trip to the emergency room today.” You pout even though you know he’s right.

“You seem to be enjoying your drink just fine. What happened to being sweeter to me if you liked it?” you ask, prompting another laugh from your boyfriend. 

“It’s not terrible. Though it’s not caffeinated and it tastes more like strawberries than watermelon,” he informs you, holding the bottle out so you can try some. “And I don’t remember actually agreeing to that,” he teases. You make a face at him and he smiles. 

“Maybe they added strawberries to improve the colour?” you suggest. He takes a sip from your proffered bottle and shrugs.

“Not bad. For not being coffee.”

“At the rate you’re building a tolerance, someday drinking coffee won’t be enough,” you laugh. “If you don’t slow down I‘m worried I’ll come home to find you freebasing the stuff.” Rafa laughs with you, almost choking on his lunch. 

“If my coffee consumption bothers you you can go back to your own apartment with its broken AC.” He tries to sound threatening but the effect is slightly ruined by the fact that he has barely stopped eating long enough to speak. 

“Yeah, yeah, as if. Then who’d bring you lunch?” You wink, crumpling the paper your food had been wrapped in and throwing it back into the bag. “I’m gonna shower.” 

The bathroom is warmer than the bedroom was so you strip out of your remaining clothes as quickly as possible. You turn the water as cold as you can bear it and stand under the spray for a while, letting it cool you off. If you could, you would stay under for hours but you don’t want to rack up a huge water bill for Rafael. So you wash quickly using some of Rafa’s fancy shower gel and reluctantly turn the water off. 

Wrapping yourself in a towel, you briefly head into the living room to grab your book. You had thought about making yourself comfortable on the couch and reading so you don’t disturb Rafael while he works but it’s too hot in there for you to consider it. 

“Raf, it won’t bother you if I read in here with you will it?” you ask, as you make your way back to the bedroom, shivering a little as the cooler air hits your damp skin. “It’s too hot–” 

Instead of returning to his file, Rafael had stacked it carelessly onto the bedside table with his legal pad and pens. He’d also taken his tee shirt and shorts off, leaving him sitting on the bed in only a pair of black boxer briefs. 

“Why are you half naked now? Copying my cold shower idea?” you tease, throwing your book onto the dresser. He shakes his head. 

“Come here,” he demands, holding his arms out for you. Raising one of your eyebrows, you do as you’re told; dropping the towel and settling yourself on his lap. You twine your arms around his neck and your fingers find the short hair at the nape of Rafa’s neck.

“What’s made you decide to stop being such a grump?” you ask, eyelids fluttering closed as his large hands stroke down your back and knead absently at the base of your spine. He doesn’t seem to care that you're still damp from your shower as his hands roam further south. 

“Made an espresso while you were showering.” He says it jokingly but you’re pretty sure you can actually smell coffee on his breath. “And you did tell me I should be sweeter to you.” Rafael lowers his head to your neck, running his lips lightly over the delicate skin of your throat. 

“I did.” You gasp softly when you feel his teeth drag against your pulse point, your fingers digging a little tighter into the nape of his neck. 

“So…” Rafael murmurs, rolling the two of you until you’re pinned to the bed beneath him. “Let me be sweet to you.” You’re sure you’ll never tire of the feeling of him on top of you–his warm, broad body pressing you into the mattress. 

Yet, for all that you normally love his bulk covering you like this, it’s not the most comfortable in this heat. Seemingly conscious of this, Rafael presses a quick, filthy kiss to your lips that stops as suddenly as it starts and begins making his way down your body. 

You let yourself relax, sinking back against the sheets as Rafael sweeps his hands over you, sighing contentedly when one of his thumbs brushes against your nipple. Thoughts of your email that you’d wanted to check and the book you had wanted to finish leave your head within the space of a heartbeat as you concentrate on Rafa’s touch, his shoulders pressing against your thighs. 

He takes his time. He trails his fingers down your chest, his mouth following to press kisses and nips across your collarbones and breasts–never pausing for very long. You shift restlessly underneath him, all too aware of the heat rising in your core and the slick starting to smear down your thighs. 

“If this is your idea of being sweet to me, I might actually bring you coffee tomorrow,” you say softly, carding your fingers through his thick hair. 

“Beautiful,” Rafael sighs, his breath warm on your sternum as he traces a slow, meandering path down your body with his lips. You whine when his tongue darts out to lick one of your nipples, the flesh stiffening further as his spit cools on your skin. His lips close over the tight bud, and the warm pull of his mouth makes you moan quietly. Those broad hands of his spread out over your hips, holding you steady as he finally settles between your thighs. 

“You don’t look so bad down there yourself,” you manage, feeling more than a little breathless as he lazily presses kisses along the inside of your thighs. His hair tickles but his hand closes around your thigh when you involuntarily jerk away. 

“I love your thighs. God, they’re so wonderful and warm around my head when I eat you out.” Rafa’s voice is rough, a low rumble that you feel vibrating against your leg as he drags his tongue down the inside of your thigh and stops just short of your cunt. The sight of him worshipping them with more kisses and licks is downright heavenly–you want to burn it into your memory, to have it keep you company on the nights when he works late. 

“How mad would you be if I took a photo of you just like this?” Rafa doesn’t dignify your teasing question with a response, preferring instead to nip at your soft flesh until you’re sure you’ll have marks.

It seems to take an eternity for him to duck his head down and swipe his tongue between your folds, an obscene moan ripped from his throat. 

“Fuck, querida. You taste so sweet.” You’re barely listening, focused instead on the way he pushes his shoulders a little further under your thighs and the way his hands slide up to grab your ass. That one pass of his tongue is nowhere near enough. It’s a single drop of rain trying to contain a wildfire. 

“God, Rafael–” Your brief attempt at pleading is abruptly curtailed when Rafa closes his mouth around your clit, his tongue swirling lazy circles around the bundle of nerves. The noise that is ripped out of you sounds broken, high and needy and desperate and you wind your fingers into Rafa’s soft hair. 

Your nails scratch at his scalp as he groans against you and heat surges down your spine, lighting all of your nerve endings on fire as it goes. Your back arches and you tilt your hips, presenting yourself to Rafael’s mouth as best as you can with his hands still holding you in place. 

He adopts a slow, almost teasing, pace that you think is probably payback for attempting to deny him his coffee. Rafa’s tongue sweeps messily along the seam of your cunt and traces lazy shapes over your clit, ignoring your attempts to buck your hips up against him. Occasionally his lips close around it and suck, unfailingly making you moan sharply and send more electricity lancing through your body. 

When he pushes his tongue inside your cunt it rips a sound out of you that you can only describe as a wail. His eagerness to press as deeply inside of you as he can makes his nose bump against your clit, a twin assault that has you tugging harder at his hair in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself. It only encourages him, his hands gripping your ass tighter as he tries to pull you down impossibly further onto his tongue. 

Something about his fervour, his attempt to get even closer with no regard for his own ability to breathe, makes your hips lock and your heart hammer so fast that you can hear your blood roaring in your ears. You can feel the barest exhalations against your slick skin as he breathes you in. 

“Fuck, fuck Rafa—‘m gonna come, don’t stop,” you babble, your fingers twisting in his hair. Rafael groans against you, the vibrations sending you spiralling higher. The bed creaks beneath you as Rafa shuffles forward on his knees, trying to push his whole body closer. His fingertips sink into the flesh of your ass, his grip turning to iron as he pushes you over the edge. 

Every muscle in your body feels like it tenses and then lets go, your orgasm hitting you so hard that you can’t breathe. Heat floods out from your belly, familiar and primal, making your toes curl and your fingers twitch in Rafa’s hair as the warmth reaches them. You feel more slick flooding your cunt and you’re vaguely aware of the hungry moan it elicits from Rafael as it hits his tongue.

You come back to yourself slowly, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Rafael carries on lazily stroking his tongue inside of you. When you manage to look down at him your eyes meet his, the pale green almost completely eclipsed by the black of his pupils. You finally loosen your grip on his hair and your fingers feel stiff as you uncurl them. 

A soft noise of protest escapes you when Rafa pulls away to press more kisses against your thighs. You catch a smug grin curling across his lips. 

“Imagine the orgasm you would have gotten if you’d brought me my coffee in the first place.” 

#wet hot summer bingo #rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #law and order svu

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

aw hell yeah. finally fucking finished this baby. Jackson you gross troll man i love you why are you such a pain in our asses lol

Wet T-Shirt; No Contest

Summary: "Oh for Christ's sake, Jackson. You couldn't be subtle to save your life. You're not fooling anyone."

This bit of summer filth was co-written with @lannister-slings-and-arrows

Written for @pascalispretty , @melk917 , and @lannister-slings-and-arrows's Wet Hot Summer Bingo filling the Backyard Barbecue square.

Cross-posted to AO3

Warnings: sex (p. in v.), oral sex (f receiving), teasing, swearing, references to getting caught and enjoying it

Pairing: Jackson Neill x Katie D'Amico (OC)

Rating: E

Word Count: 7,453

“Jesus, Katie, take a picture–it’ll last longer,” Wendy laughed, nudging Katie playfully with her shoulder as she came up behind her. Katie had been lingering at one of the four different snack tables that Jackson demanded she help set up that morning, which were now almost buckling under the weight of all the food they had laid out. His annual Fourth of July party was An Event–something he and all of his friends looked forward to for the entire year. He took the planning and execution of it very seriously. 

Katie started, brought back to the present from the sight of Jackson locked in a water fight with his kids, but didn't miss a beat when she smirked and hit back.

“Been there, done that, have the evidence on my phone if you want to see it.”

Wendy paused, clearly considering the offer. Katie was sometimes hit with the sense that the friendship she had with Jackson’s ex wife was a little… strange. To say the least. But it made her life easier so she wasn’t going to examine it too closely. It helped that Wendy wasn’t easily ruffled and was genuinely happy that Jackson was happy. And the older woman didn't make it weird when she had caught Katie and Jackson on his couch that one time. 

(Okay, those few times. And the close call that time before they’d actually met. She had let Jackson get through an entire conversation with her, his face reeking of pussy, with no comment. Well, not a lot of comments. And only a few smirks.)

Wendy had actually been witness to, or nearly witness to, a lot of things a normal ex-wife would not take as nonchalantly. Katie had been a little suspicious until they got drunk together and Wendy told her about the various positions and places she and Jackson had gotten caught in, and by whom, and Katie started to see the common denominator: Jackson.

He was a shameless exhibitionist and all-around bad influence. 

“Hmm, tempting,” Wendy mused, reaching around Katie for a few carrots. “But I’ve been there, done that. Except my evidence is only on hard copy.” 

Katie snorted, meeting Wendy’s eye, and the older woman waggled her eyebrows in response. Grinning and laughing, Katie shook her head. 

“Touché.”  

Still chuckling, she turned back to watch as Jackson tore across the lawn, yelling and laughing, with Robbie and Hannah hot on his heels and their extremely large, obnoxiously colored Super Soakers aimed directly at their father. 

They must have been waging a prolonged assault; Jackson's white t-shirt was already more transparent than not and his jeans clung tightly to his thighs. He made quite the picture. He ducked and dodged and had gotten a few shots in of his own when Hannah tossed her soaker to the side, its tank empty. But he hardly had a chance to celebrate before she grabbed a pitcher off the drinks table and threw it at him, drenching him with a wave of ice water. Jackson yelped at the cold shock and both kids yelled triumphantly as they rushed him, working in a rare moment of sibling unity. They brought him down and he howled in vain for a referee as he landed on his ass.

Wendy crunched on another carrot as she watched her children take aim at their father from point-blank range with the remaining super soaker and a water balloon or two that appeared seemingly from nowhere.

“It seems like he might be in need of assistance,” she suggested blandly, lips quirked up in a small smirk as he yelped again, taking another water balloon to the face.

“You think?” Katie cocked her head, eyes hot on the soft, tanned curve of his belly that peeked out as his shirt rucked up in the struggle. 

“He’s your problem now. I happily signed those obligations away years ago.”

“Finders keepers and all that?” Katie drawled and wiped her hands on her shorts. Wendy laughed.

“Exactly.” She patted Katie’s arm and shrugged. “I’m sure I could come up with a very professional, very ‘psychiatrist’ analogy about passing the torch to my younger replacement but the bare bones of it is that I don’t want to get hit with any water balloons that my daughter may or may not still have hidden somewhere on her person. So go get ‘em, tiger.” 

Katie was tempted to stick her tongue out at her but just sighed and rolled her eyes, laughing as she tossed her empty beer can in the recyclables and headed out onto the lawn to save her boyfriend.

Katie pulled level, hands on her hips, and peered down at Jackson where he was sprawled on the grass, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath from laughing. His cheeks were flushed pink from the exertion and the sun and a grin split his face.

“I was told there was a damsel in distress that needed rescuing.” Katie smirked, holding out a hand. He reached up and grabbed her forearm, his broad palm warm against her skin, letting her pull him to his feet before turning that big grin on her.

“My hero.” He laid his free hand on his forehead and pretended to swoon into her.

Katie rolled her eyes, catching him by his upper arms and shoving him back before he could press against her and soak her clothes too. She could feel the flex and pull of his biceps as he straightened, and her eyes were immediately drawn to his nipples; dark, hard, and obvious through the soaked shirt.

The fabric clung everywhere, tight across the expanse of his pecs and hugging his belly. Even the soft, dark trail of hair that ran down his torso and disappeared under the waist of his jeans was visible.

Katie’s lips parted, tongue darting out unthinkingly to moisten them as she took in everything in front of her.

“I’m up here, babe,” Jackson’s voice came a moment later, thick with amusement. A smirk curled the edge of his mouth as Katie dragged her gaze back up, cheeks hot with the flush of being caught. Irritatingly, he just looked pleased.

Katie cleared her throat and took half a step back, trying to put space between them before she gave into temptation and slid her hands up under his shirt to feel his hot skin under her palms.

“Looks like they got you pretty good.”

Jackson ran his hand across his chest and laughed, gripping the soaked fabric and tugging a little.  

“Yeah, looks like it. Well. Only one thing for it.” He met Katie’s gaze and winked, grabbing the hem of the soaked shirt and pulling it over his head in a single, smooth motion. He shook the shirt out before twisting it in his hands, wringing out as much water as he could.

Katie was only human–her eyes were drawn to his bare skin now on display. She watched as errant drops of water dripped from his hair to his chest, sliding over the curve of his pecs and catching in the curls of hair between them.

“Looks like I need to get changed,” he heaved an exaggerated sigh, as though this hadn’t been his plan all along.

Katie watched a particularly bold drop of water as it made its way down his stomach and slipped under the waistband of his pants. They were saturated, fabric molded over the telling curve of his cock. Not hard, but not uninterested either.

She lifted her eyes to meet his and raised an eyebrow, jerking her chin at his growing problem. 

“Yeah. Those jeans are gonna chafe.”

He hummed thoughtfully. 

“You know…Wet denim is quite hard to manage. I might need some help getting my pants off…” He smirked, cocking his hips to show off even more.

“Oh for Christ’s sake, Jackson,” Wendy rolled her eyes from where she was now standing off to the side helping Robbie with his Super Soaker. “You couldn’t be subtle to save your life. You’re not fooling anyone.”

Jackson shot her a grin in response, absolutely unrepentant. 

“Never claimed I was trying to be.” He turned back to Katie. “Come on, babe. Help a damsel in distress? Jeans can be kind of tricky after all…” He pouted at her, but the mischief in his eyes ruined the effect completely. 

Katie rolled her eyes at his over-the-top performance, yet couldn’t entirely bite back the amused twitch of her lips.

Jackson caught the tiny motion and jumped on the crack in her armor. He held his hand out, wiggling his fingers at her. 

“Look at me, baby, I’m a poor, helpless, innocent lamb. With no ulterior motive whatsoever.” 

Wendy huffed and Katie laughed, distracted enough that Jackson was able to grab her hand and start to tow her through his guests and into the house. 

“Absolutely everyone is going to know exactly what’s going on here,” she pointed out breathlessly, laughing as he slid the back door closed behind them and muffled the noise of the party. “You’re a grown-ass man. You can absolutely dress yourself.” 

“That contradicts what you’ve told me at least a hundred times since we’ve met. Really, Mary Katherine, you can’t have it both ways,” Jackson admonished, smirking over his shoulder at her. Katie glared. 

“Call me that again and you won’t have thumbs to dress yourself with,” she warned, dodging someone coming back from the bathroom and following Jackson up the stairs. “And don’t think I missed that crack about my jeans, buddy. It was noted and not appreciated.”

Jackson once again did his best impression of an unrepentant school boy, grinning at her and carelessly shrugging one shoulder. She tried not to smile back at that stupid smirk on his dumb face, wishing this whole routine didn’t work on her quite so effectively.

“You needed my help then…how about you return the favor now?”

“Watch it, Dr. Neill,” Katie warned, her finger raised for emphasis. “Just for that, you aren’t getting a blowjob.” 

Jackson turned around as he got to the top of the stairs and tugged Katie up the rest of the way. Pressing close, his hands fell to her hips as he backed her against the wall.

“That’s fine,” he rumbled, voice low. “As long as I can get my mouth on you so you can soak my face before I fuck you hard and fast against the dresser."

Katie’s breath caught and a small moan slipped out, unbidden. Jackson smirked in response and brushed his nose along her cheek, his breath warm and teasing across her skin, making her shiver.

“That–” Katie winced at how breathy her voice was and cleared her throat, deciding to ignore how smug that all made him. “That threat was supposed to be a punishment, Jacks, not an opportunity.”

“Potato, po-tah-to,” Jackson drawled, shrugging slightly. He mouthed at her neck, right behind her ear, and Katie shuddered, grabbing onto his bare arms. His sun-warmed, strong, bare, bare arms. “Lemons and lemonade, etc. etc…”

He nipped at her throat and she felt him smile against her skin when she gasped. 

“That’s better, baby,” he encouraged. “C’mon. Let me see what other noises I can work out of you.” He slid one hand down the outside of her leg and slowly dragged it back up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Jackson toyed with the fraying strings along the raw edge of her cut-offs, smirking as she trembled against him. “Let me get these off and remind you what I can do. We both know how good I am at oral arguments.”

Katie groaned at the pun and pinched him. 

“You’re awful.”

“Awfully good,” he returned, grinning and pressing his hips against her.

“Ugh, Jacks–wet denim! Sexy to look at, awful to have scraping against you,” she complained, shoving a little at his chest.

“I didn’t complain when our roles were reversed,” Jackson pointed out in a long-suffering tone, rubbing his knee against her thigh just to be an asshole. “Don’t I deserve the same courtesy?” 

Katie dropped her hands to hook her fingers through his belt loops, tugging. 

“Maybe this is just me telling you that it’s time to move things along and get these off.”

Jackson made a pleased noise. 

“You always have such good ideas,” he breathed, kissing her again and pulling her down the hall. They stumbled together across the threshold of his room and he grinned against her lips, laughing at their eagerness. 

“I know. That’s why you needed me to write your paper for you,” Katie teased, smirking as she closed the door behind them.

Jackson jerked in her hold, abruptly taking a step back into the center of the room and narrowing his eyes at her. 

“You did absolutely no such thing,” he started, crossing his arms belligerently over his broad, naked chest and temporarily–and for the first time that afternoon, unintentionally–distracting Katie from what they were talking about. “If anything I needed to help you write that paper. If I remember correctly, I–” 

Katie couldn’t help but laugh at him as his ears started to turn a little red and he dug in for An Argument. Jackson glared at her. 

“Slander and fucking calumny,” he grunted, eyebrows drawn together in an actual pout this time. An adorable, angry pout. 

“Hmm, potato, po-tah-to, baby,” Katie mocked him in a cheerful voice. She leaned back against the door, arching her back in an enticing display, brushing her fingers lightly back and forth along her thighs and tracing the ragged edge of her shorts. “So. Am I helping you get those off?” She waved her hand at his wet jeans. “Or are you helping me with mine?” 

Jackson’s pout deepend. 

“Or would you rather keep arguing about the paper we obviously wrote fifty-fifty?” 

She could see Jackson pause, actually considering it, and she rolled her eyes fondly before he finally opened his mouth to answer. 

“Who says you can’t do both?” Jackson crowded closer, hooking his fingers in the front of her shorts. “I mean, if you’re so smart shouldn’t you be able to multitask enough to come up with a logical defense of your preposterous position that you wrote more than your fair share of our paper while doing something as simple as taking a pair of jeans off?”

Jackson popped the button of her shorts open and dragged the zipper down slowly, tooth by tooth, smirking at her the entire time. He licked his lips and Katie couldn’t stop herself from mirroring him. 

“I had no problems getting your wet jeans off after all. And I had spent the last God knows how long before that being fucking tortured by that mouth of yours. Are you conceding that I am, in fact, the more intelligent of the two of us?” he needled, tracing the elastic band of her underwear with light fingers. 

“I thought I told you to stop bringing that incident up.”

“That isn’t an answer.” 

Jackson slipped his hand into her panties just as Katie opened her mouth to retort. Whatever brilliance she was sure was going to come out to put him in his place was lost completely as his middle finger unerringly found her clit. 

She gasped, hips jerking forward against his hand, before she could control her response. Jackson smirked, ducking down so his lips brushed her ear when he spoke. 

“Still not an answer, baby. Use your words.” He teased at her folds with one long, thick finger before sliding it inside her. She was so wet there was no resistance and Katie whimpered despite herself at the meager stretch. 

“You aren’t.”

“Aren’t what, baby?” Jackson asked absently, sliding a second finger inside her. Katie sagged against the door before taking a deep breath. 

“Aren’t smarter. That jeans incident only proves you’re more of a slut than I am. The way you were standing there naked and preening?” 

Jackson laughed, turning his head just enough to kiss her cheek. 

“Oooh, ouch, wounding me to the core, honey,” he drawled, breath teasing across her skin. “Very bold from someone with two of my fingers inside her.” He crooked his fingers to prove his point and smirked as Katie whined and grabbed his arms. He leaned closer to her ear, voice a low rumble. 

“I’m still wearing my pants, baby.”

“So–fuck, Jackson–so am I,” Katie countered, breath coming faster as he tapped that spot inside her that made sparks light up and heat pool low in her belly. 

But Jackson wasn’t done making his point. The building pleasure cut off abruptly as he pulled his fingers back, yanking them out of her shorts. He took a step back, making a show out of dragging his tongue along the long digits before sliding them between his parted lips and sucking the remainder of her slick off with an obscene slurp. 

Jackson groaned happily as the taste curled over his tongue. He looked her over with heavy-lidded eyes and reached for her again with more urgency, grabbing both her shorts and underwear to haul them down over her hips and her thighs. Jackson indicated impatiently that she should step out of them before he took her wrist and dragged her the half a dozen steps to his dresser, shoving her against it. 

Katie blew her hair out of her face with a frustrated grunt and pulled him close by the front of his wet jeans. Her fingers shook and slipped on the button as she struggled with his pants, the zipper on his fly getting caught and refusing to budge.

“Stupid, fucking…” she cursed, unable to get a good grip on the stiff wet denim in her hands. Impatient and over it she yanked hard, humming triumphantly as it finally parted. And then barely managed to hold back a whimper when it revealed Jackson had once again forgone underwear, his cock hard and fucking gorgeous right in front of her. Tucked into his jeans it rested thick and heavy against his pelvis, the pierced and glistening tip perfectly framed in the now-open V of his fly. 

"Fuck, Jackson–" she breathed, reaching out to brush her fingers over the head of his cock, smearing precome and knocking against the twisted barbell pierced through it. Jackson's eyes fluttered closed and he took a deep breath through his nose.

“Starting to repeat yourself, baby,” he tried to taunt but his voice shook, betraying his need. Katie flicked the warm steel and watched avidly as the muscles in his abdomen jumped in response. 

“That mouth on you…” she grumbled, feigning irritation even as she continued to toy with his piercing, reveling in how it made his cock twitch and more precome well up hot and sticky. 

Jackson’s eyes slipped shut and his hands came up to rest on her waist, stroking her sides as he let out a shaky breath. His hips hitched ever so slightly forward, chasing the little shocks of pleasure that went straight to his balls with each pass of her fingers. He lost himself in the sensation and a thrill passed through Katie at the prospect of beating him at his own game. 

But then he pushed her away, clawing back control after having withstood a few seconds of her tormenting him. He dropped to his knees and tugged one of her legs over his shoulder. Katie yelped in surprise and he smirked up at her, licking his lips and nuzzling at her inner thigh. 

“Oh, I can show you this fucking mouth…” Jackson murmured. He pressed his lips to the inside of her knee, dragging them softly along her skin, continuing to look up at her and taking in her responses as he teased at the tender flesh. Katie gasped then keened as Jackson dove forward, skipping the rest of her thigh to bury his face in her pussy. Her head fell back onto the dresser with a thump that she barely registered as he sucked on her and moaned at the taste. The noise vibrated through every limb, making her nerves spark and hum with pleasure, and she dug her heel into his back, pulling him closer and rolling her hips against his face.

The puff of his answering laugh was warm on her skin as he slid his hands up to her hips, holding her just where he wanted her.

His grip was firm, preventing Katie from taking control, and he used that to press his advantage. He nosed at her clit, teasing brushes that made her curse and tremble. But just when she thought he was going to take his time, he rocked forward again, pressing his whole face into her and groaning. Teasing was clearly not in his plan as he went after her with lips and tongue; sucking, licking, flicking… He curled his tongue against her cunt, over her opening, slurping and fucking it into her. It was obscene. Katie could feel her thighs getting wet, Jackson’s saliva mixing with her slick and starting to drip down her legs. His face was so tightly pressed to her that she couldn’t see it but knew from experience it would be drenched, the same mess dripping down his chin and his neck.

He continued to groan against her, digging his face hard against her pussy as he licked and sucked, doing his best to suffocate himself between her thighs. She was going to have beard burn all over, as usual, a detail that would not escape Jackson’s notice or admiration. For the thousandth time she thought that she really should make him shave more often if he was going to rub his whole face against her like this, like a dog rubbing his face on the grass, relishing how wet she got. But she knew that would be a thought that would remain unrealized–she loved all of this too much.

His thumbs dug into her hips–almost definitely leaving twin bruises that he would spend hours over the next week and a half admiring, running his lips over them and smearing his come across–as he held her tight to the dresser and grunted. 

“God,” Katie laughed, a little hysterically. “You sound like a pig at a trough when you do that–Jesus Christ why is that so hot?!” She felt his shoulder shake under her leg–he was clearly amused by the comparison. 

He finally pulled his nose far enough away from her to take a deep breath.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he choked, voice deep and thick. “Mmm, fuck, Katie... Jesus you taste so fucking….”

Jackson didn’t seem interested in finishing his sentence, probably unaware of the words that were spilling out of his mouth anyways. He shook his head and pressed his face to her pussy again, breathing her in and making her gasp. The rasp and scratch of his stubble against her sensitive skin was painfully good, each individual hair sending its own shock up her spine. Every jolt was like its own tiny supernova, the burn quickly soothed by his warm, wet tongue sweeping up after his scruffy jaw.

He licked her slowly before shoving the sharp ridge of his long nose against her clit, making her thigh jerk and twitch against the side of his head. Jackson flicked his tongue a few times against her entrance before thrusting it inside of her. 

Katie whined. She was both endlessly frustrated and turned on by how fucking smug he was about a great many things. And this? The way he could take her apart so fast and so thoroughly when he got his mouth on her? Fuck, she loved it. And he knew it. She hated him a little bit for that. The self-satisfied look on his face was so fucking irritating but too fucking hot. She was weak for it.

“Jacks, shit, fuck–” Katie swore, one hand leaving the dresser to grip his hair and yank. He hissed at the sharp pleasure and redoubled his efforts, using his grip on her hips to pull her more firmly against his face.

One hand dropped from her hips as he sucked hard on her clit and he gently stroked her cunt before sliding two thick fingers deep inside her. Katie cried out at the stretch–so close to perfect. Her hand in his hair went punishingly tight as he started to fuck her with his fingers, keeping up the pressure on her clit, intermixing his obscene sucking with flicks of his tongue across the sensitive bud. 

The heat pooling in her core was brought into sharp relief at the dual sensations and she was helpless against the rising wave of her orgasm. It swept through her, rushing up her spine to crest high and crash down through every nerve, pleasure overwhelming all her senses. She cried out, muscles seizing as Jackson didn’t let up and continued to work her over; sucking and flicking and curling his fingers inside her until she was shaking against him, sensitive and overstimulated and loving every sharp spark it sent through her.

At last she sagged against the dresser, tugging more pointedly on his hair, and he softened his touch, pulling back with a last gentle kiss to her clit that made her whimper. 

Katie loosened her grip, carding her fingers through the soft strands gently before letting her hand fall to the side. She blinked open her eyes to the view of Jackson kneeling between her legs looking up at her, his whole face slick and sticky from his cheeks and nose to his chin. He made an utterly debauched picture sitting back on his heels; his face a mess, bare chested, jeans open to reveal his cock, flushed deep red and dripping. His piercing, wet and glistening, caught the sunlight coming through the window. 

“Fuck, Jacks,” Katie breathed, letting her leg slide off his shoulder and listing to the side, unsteady on her feet. She wasn’t sure if she meant the absolutely filthy way he had just eaten her out or the sight of him on his knees, hard and ready for whatever she might want. But both were experiences she wanted to burn into her brain forever.

Jackson smirked up at her, licking his lips in an obscene show and wiping his chin with the back of his hand. 

“God, I’d die a happy man suffocated in that gorgeous pussy. You taste so fucking good, baby. Fuck.”

He rose up on his knees to reach forward and run his hands up and down her thighs. His nails scraped over her sensitive skin and made Katie shiver, slumping back on the dresser and canting her hips towards him without thinking. Jackson chuckled darkly. 

“Ready for more already, sweetheart?” 

He hummed and leaned up to press a kiss to her inner thigh, scraping his stubble over her skin before pressing a second one to her hip. The fingers of one hand came up to stroke lightly along her slit, hiding his smirk against Katie's skin when she chased his fingers in response.

“So greedy. You want more? You want me to fill you up? God, that’s what I want–want this hot, wet pussy tight around my cock, Katie. Fuck–” he swore as he slid three fingers into her easily, twisting them and pulling back to thrust them in.

Katie cried out, hands flying to the back of his head, tangling in his hair. 

“Fuck, Jackson. That’s so good…”

Her hips chased his fingers as he fucked them into her one, two, three more times before his control finally snapped. He pulled them out and got to his feet, flipping Katie over, tugging her hips back and kicking her legs wider so he could see all of her. There was a rustle of fabric as he shoved his jeans down his thighs and then she gasped at the shock of the fat head of his cock and the warm metal bar pressing against her opening. He rubbed himself along her slit, slicking himself up further, before he pushed inside.

Katie couldn’t tell where her moan stopped and Jackson’s began as he fucked into her, his thick cock filling her completely. He bottomed out with a soft, desperate grunt, pressing his body along the line of her back, letting her get used to the stretch of his cock. He groaned happily, bracing his arms on either side of her on the dresser, and rubbed his face against the side of her neck. 

“Fucking love the way you feel around me, baby,” he rumbled against her, nipping at her sensitive skin.

Katie took a deep breath, holding a whine in the back of her throat at the warm, shivery pleasure that curled through her with every minute shift of his hips as he held himself there deep inside her. She let her head fall back against his shoulder and laced her fingers through his.

“Jacks, shit–come on, if you don’t move in five fucking seconds…” Jackson smirked against her neck and circled his hips, making sure to prolong the torment as he scraped his teeth over her skin. 

“Greedy and impatient.” He bit her ear and squeezed her fingers. “And here I was thinking I was being a gentleman.”

“You’re being a deliberate tease, you asshole,” Katie growled. “Now just fuck me, Jackson, please!”

“Well since you asked so nicely…”

Jackson buried his face in her neck and clutched the top of his dresser before he shifted his hips, pulling out almost completely, and drove his cock back inside her. Katie moaned, pressing her forehead into her arms and tried to match Jackson’s fast, rough pace as he started to fuck her in earnest. His hips slammed against her ass with every thrust and he only slowed down to make sure she really felt the barbell through the head of his cock as he ground himself into her. 

The pleasure was so intense, too much for her to stay quiet. She lifted her head and attempted to gain leverage to fuck back onto him. 

"God, fuck, Jacks!" His cock hit home again and she arched, head falling back on his shoulder.

“Careful, baby,” Jackson warned, breathless. “Everyone downstairs is going to hear you. I thought no one was supposed to know–” He fucked into her hard, rolling his hips, and Katie choked on her cry. “–What we were up to,” he finished, humor shaking through his voice as she whined and turned her face to knock her forehead into his cheek.

"Fuck–" Katie's breath hitched and she shuddered as a warm puff of air tickled her hair that had started to come loose. "Off," she panted.

He laughed breathlessly, the sound curling into a groan as she rocked back onto his cock, taking him deep. He pressed his face into her neck, nipping at the tender skin there with sharp teeth, arms still bracketing her in.

“Thought that’s what I was fucking doing, sweetheart,” Jackson rumbled against her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tight against him. Heat bled off of him, soaking through her thin shirt as he slipped his hands underneath to press them against her skin. 

“More, Jacks,” Katie pleaded, reaching back to tangle her fingers in his hair and tugging sharply.

He cursed, balls pulling up tight, and his fingers dug into her sides as the bright, fierce pain shot from his scalp to his cock. 

“More,” she demanded, rocking back against him and tugging roughly on his hair again.

“Fuck. Katie, baby,” Jackson choked, hands sliding down to her hips. The last of his control evaporated. Jackson's hands shook where they clutched at her hips, his thrusts powerful but sloppy as he worked to give her what she wanted.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good around my cock. You fucking love my piercing too, don’t you? Yeah, I can tell. Love how your pussy tries to squeeze the fucking life out of me with every pass of it.” He grunted, wrapping his arms back around her and pulling her tight against his chest, plastering himself against the whole line of her body. 

“So demanding, so fucking hot for this–love how you get so fucking bossy when you’re on the edge, fuck, baby, come on, come on, come on,” Jackson moaned against her neck, burying his face against her skin and breathing hard, his hips working fast.

The obscene slap of skin on skin was loud and obvious, neither of them capable of being quiet at this point, but Katie couldn’t spare a thought for how obvious. She was completely lost in the moment, whimpering with each thrust. His piercing dragged over her g spot just right every time and lit up her already oversensitive nerves, sending her hurtling towards a second earth-shattering orgasm.

“There you go, baby,” Jackson purred in her ear. “Oh, fuck, I can feel how close you are–just like that.” He shivered and rolled his hips against her and she dropped her hands to dig her nails into his forearms. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight, babe. Come on, come on, wanna feel you come all over my cock, want to feel how fucking wet you get, want it, want you, please baby, please…” 

Katie didn’t know if it was an order, a plea, or a mixture of both but fuck, the desperate cadence of Jackson’s voice in her ear made her clench down harder around his cock as he kept up his furious pace. God, he was so hot against her back, and his teeth, still nipping, were sending little sparks skittering down her nerves every time they marked up her neck. 

“God. I need–I need–” She arched against him, pleasure burning through her veins, clouding her thoughts. She was so close, right on the edge. She just needed that last push, that last spark to set her ablaze. “Jacks–baby, please. I need–”

“What, sweetheart,” he panted in her ear. “Tell me what you need. Use your words, baby, fuck, I want to give you whatever it fucking is.”

She dug her nails harder into his arms and shook her head. Fuck this was too much how could he expect her to fucking….

“Yes, come on baby, you can do it,” Jackson coaxed. “Slow down? Speed up? Fuck, you need my fingers too?” He edged one of his hands down to rest just over her cunt, the tips of his fingers reaching for her clit. 

“Fuck–yes. That. Fuck,” she begged. “Fingers, please.”

“I got you…” Jackson encouraged, fingers slipping down and quickly circling her clit. “Oh, shit, go on babe, I got you, I got you–”

Katie jerked and came with a shocked gasp of Jackson’s name and sagged in his arms as her cunt clenched around his thick cock. Jackson didn’t let up, just hugged her closer, swearing at the feeling of her gripping him so tight. 

“There you go, just like that, oh, fuck–” 

Jackson choked and bit down on her neck as he followed her over, sucking hard, making Katie keen in pleasured-pain as his hips twitched and his cock throbbed deep inside her.

Jackson was slow to ease up his hold on her, letting go by degrees while he stayed buried deep inside her. He stroked his fingers over her skin in aimless patterns: up and down, across, brushing along the curve of her breasts causing Katie to shiver and tighten reflexively around his softening cock. Jackson moaned quietly and pressed his face into the back of her neck. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently and playing with them for a few seconds, before moving on to her nipples, pinching them and smirking against her neck when she jerked in his arms. He murmured a quiet apology before gentling his fingers and holding her breasts in his big warm hands again, sighing happily, rubbing his sharp nose against her shoulder, tired and sated. 

Katie relaxed against him with a small, pleased sound as he pressed gentle, lazy kisses to the darkening mark on her shoulder. 

“You’re an animal,” she murmured. “Marking me up so obviously like that.”

He snorted, wrapping his arms around her tightly as his hips shifted and his cock slipped out. Katie shivered at the loss then whined as he stepped back, dropping to his knees behind her. His hands were warm on her thighs, tugging them wider with a deep, contented sigh to watch as his come start to drip out of her, leaving a sticky mess across her pussy and down her thighs.

“You’re ridiculous and disgusting,” Katie remarked, still trying to catch her breath, pressing her forehead to the dresser again and pretending that knowing he was behind her and getting off on watching his come slide down the inside of her thighs wasn’t so fucking hot. 

“And all yours,” Jackson agreed, leaning forward to bite her ass gently. He smiled against her skin at her yelp. 

“Haven’t you left enough marks for one afternoon?”

“No.” He bit the other cheek and Katie jerked, huffing a laugh.

“People are going to notice that new one you know,” she pointed out slowly, wiggling her ass back and forth and laughing when Jackson rubbed his face counter to the movement of her hips. 

“This one?” he asked, dragging his tongue over the growing bruise he just left on her ass cheek, amusement obvious in his voice. “You planning on going back out there bare-assed?”

Katie snorted, but couldn’t bring herself to really tell him off. She was feeling lazy and tired after two orgasms and enjoying that immensely, reveling in the feel of him behind her. 

“No, you ridiculous man. The very obvious mark you left on my neck.”

Jackson huffed before rising slowly to his feet and crowding close to her back to admire the dark bruise he had left. 

“Hmmm. You’re right. I could lend you a less revealing shirt?” He ran his thumb over it and pressed down till she gasped and shifted. 

“Making a claim by showing me off in your clothes?”

“Oh, you wanted to show off the mark?” He smirked at her in the mirror and, God, she hated how much she loved that stupid expression. It was even more devastating when his whole face was slick and shining in the late afternoon sun, an absolute mess from how he had pressed it into her with desperate abandon.

“Was this your plan all along?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Create this win-win scenario for yourself? Either you get to stare at these teeth marks on me–”

“Hardly what I would call teeth marks,” Jackson interjected with a laugh. She raised an eyebrow. 

“Would you rather me call it a hickey?” 

Jackson shrugged. 

“Or you get to watch me walk around in your clothes. Making sure either way that the entire world knows what we’ve been doing up here.”

“I think you already made that pretty obvious with the very enthusiastic noises you were making.”

Katie stared at him, unamused, for a few silent seconds. 

“You think you’re really smooth, don’t you, Dr. Neill?” 

Jackson grinned, wide, sunny, obnoxious, and more than a little smug. 

“So what’s it gonna be, sweet cheeks?” 

He wisely interpreted her silence for the warning it was and took a few steps back, sweeping his arm over to his closet and the clothes spilling messily out of it. Katie shook her head, trying to fight the smile that wanted to spread across her face in response. 

“You are fifteen years old and I don’t know why I still speak to you,” she told him, turning around to finally face him. He leaned forward to kiss her and she made a face, pulling back from him and pushing against his bare chest. 

“You are planning on washing your face before we go back outside, right?” She shouldered past him, heading in the direction of the bathroom, but turned back after a few seconds of incriminating silence. “Jackson.” 

He gave her his best innocent look but it fell far short of the mark. His thin lips were fighting a grin and he wouldn't meet her eyes as he pulled his pants up just far enough that he wouldn't trip. Jackson sauntered past her into the bathroom to clean off his piercing–taking an audibly sharp breath followed by soft groan, clearly loving the too much feeling as he handled his over-sensitive cock. Still looking anywhere but her, he finally zipped his jeans and turned to walk away again.

“Jackson!” Katie laughed, snagging the back of his pants and hauling him, struggling, back into the bathroom. “God, you gross, disgusting troll man! Wash your face! Your children are down there.”

“Aw, come on.” He batted at her hands, trying to break away. “It’s not like they’re gonna know–”

“Jackson.” Katie snorted a laugh again despite herself. “Do I have to scrub your face for you, you idiot manchild?”

Jackson turned to her, a single eyebrow raised and a sly smirk spreading across his face. He changed direction, pressing forward and walking Katie backwards until he had her against the sink, his hands warm on her bare hips. 

“Would you?”

Katie shook her head, grin spreading wider. 

“I think you’d like that too much,” she returned, tilting her chin up to look him in the eye as she slid her hands into his back pockets and rocked forward, grinding against his still-sensitive cock. Jackson groaned and tried to chase the friction but Katie shifted and put space between them. “Or maybe I’ll just start withholding things until you do it yourself.”

He pouted down at her. 

“But it’s so much better when you do it.”

“Aw,” Katie pouted back at him. “Is the big poor baby not getting everything he wants?” She stood on her toes and kissed the tip of his nose. “Wash your face you gross troll. I’m already going to be wearing your clothes, I can’t let you win everything. What would that do to your ego?”

Jackson heaved a massive sigh, like Katie had just asked the most ridiculous and outrageous favor of him, but stepped back to give her enough space to move past him so she could also get cleaned up.

Katie twisted, leaning back into his space to turn the water on, smirking up at him. 

“Cleanser’s in the cabinet, babe. I think you can take it from here?”

Jackson shook his head and Katie yelped when he smacked her ass as she turned to head to the shower for a quick rinse.

“I’m getting you in the face with the hose as soon as we get outside,” she promised as he turned big, innocent green eyes on her. “Just for that.”

***

The party was still in full swing when they got back out there and they received more than a few knowing glances from the people they walked past, their hands brushing and lingering just a little too close, before splitting up. 

Katie had opted for an old, faded, blue button down of Jackson’s, tied in the front and half unbuttoned. It covered the lurid hickey he had left but there was no doubt as to whose shirt she was wearing. Wendy looked her up and down significantly.

“Subtle.” She shook her head with a grin as she passed Katie a fresh beer.

Katie laughed and shrugged, cracking it open. 

“What can I say… he makes a good oral argument.”

Wendy barked a laugh and shook her head as Katie flushed and took a long sip. She looked out across the lawn and saw Jackson with a few of the other scholars in his department. He was in a fresh t-shirt and jeans, hair a bit wild from all their activities but his face clean. He had been laughing, shaking a finger at one of them, when he looked up and caught her watching him. He winked at her and dragged his gaze hot and slow from her head, over the open V of her shirt, down her legs, and back up, licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes and returned his wink, turning back to Wendy. The other woman launched into a story about something that had happened with the neighbors while Katie was upstairs and she let it wash over her, settling back into the party. She flicked her eyes back to Jackson a few minutes later to find him still watching her as his colleagues continued to argue around him, his eyes softer, expression less smug and filled with more affection. 

Maybe he wasn’t subtle, but maybe subtlety was overrated.

Katie felt her face heat as she smiled back and his grin grew wider–happy to be caught, unconcerned that everyone could see it.  Yeah, Katie thought. Subtlety was overrated.

#wethotsummerbingo #jackson neill #jackson neill x katie d'amico #the path #fan fiction #fanfic

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Tempting Tan Lines

A story written in collaboration with @pascalispretty in the Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun/Sonny Carisi x Reader Law School AU Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way

Co-written with @pascalispretty wow it has been such a long time since we've done something. Cross posted on ao3!

Written for @pascalispretty , @melk917 , and @lannister-slings-and-arrows 's Wet Hot Summer Bingo filling the Tan Lines square.

Warnings: sex (p. in v.), vaginal fingering, hand job, teasing, swearing, brief mention of a breeding kink (happens off screen), masturbation. Rating: E Word Count: 4786 Summary: Rafael decides to wake up you and Sonny so he can admire your tan lines up close.

You wake to the feeling of fingers tracing delicately over your shoulder and across your breast. Awareness comes to you slowly–it takes you a moment to remember that you’re not in your own bed at home even if you do have Sonny pressed against your back. 

Turning your head and blinking blearily against the bright morning light, you realize that it’s Rafa’s fingers that are tracing your tan lines as he leans over a still-sleeping Sonny. The bed is empty on your other side and there are no immediate clues as to where Rita might have gone. 

“Morning,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Satisfied that you’re awake, Rafa turns his attention to Sonny. You roll onto your back and watch as he presses kisses to the nape of your boyfriend’s neck and strokes his fingers gently over the tan line on his hip. It takes him a little longer to stir, first muttering something sleepily and then attempting to clutch you tighter to him before he wakes properly. 

“What’re you doing, Raf?” Sonny asks, his voice thick with sleep. 

“Rita went to get breakfast and I got bored waiting for her. And the two of you just looked so irresistible.” Rafa grins down at you both, ignoring the grumbles of protest as he pushes his way between your bodies so he can kneel in the middle of the bed. “I couldn’t help admiring your tan lines.” 

You and Sonny had been at your parent’s house in the Hamptons for a little longer than Rafa and Rita and you had spent that time lazing beside the pool, determined to make the most of the few free days you have together. 

“Vacations are for sleeping in.” Your eyelids still feel heavy and you’re certain you could sleep for another hour or two. Beside you, Sonny stifles a yawn and nods. “We’re tired, Rafi.” 

“I thought you sweet young things were supposed to be insatiable and full of energy,” Rafa teases, squeezing your thigh. “You know, I love you both when you’re like this.” 

“Like what?” Sonny asks, tipping his head back to look up at Rafa. 

“All soft and warm.” You smile, rolling your eyes. “Sleepy and pliant, too.” As if to prove his point, he runs his fingers down Sonny’s chest and watches as his half-hard cock gives an interested twitch. He swallows the soft noise that Sonny makes with a kiss, slowly moving his lips against Sonny’s fuller ones. You can’t help watching them, ignoring them like this would practically be a crime when they look so lovely together. 

“Didn’t forget you, sweetheart,” Rafa murmurs when he breaks away from Sonny and leans down to kiss you too. It’s the same kind of slow, lazy kiss as he gave Sonny and you appreciate it–you’re not sure you could keep up with anything else right now. You make a soft noise in the back of your throat when his tongue darts out to trace along your lower lip, your legs falling open inadvertently. 

“See what I mean?” Rafa asks with a low chuckle as he encourages you to open your legs wider so he can kneel between them. “Pliant.” 

You sigh, still too close to sleep to bother arguing with that smirk on his lips and enjoying the way his warm palm slid from your stomach down to cup your cunt. You groan quietly and he leans down to kiss you again, his lips still stretched into a smile. 

“Am I making it worth your while to be awake yet or do I need to try a little harder?” he teases, pressing the heel of his hand against your clit. You gasp against his lips. “I’ll take that as try harder” is the only warning you get before he slides a thick finger inside of you. 

Rafa breaks away from your lips with a quick final peck, his finger sliding in and out of you languidly. 

“Mmm… She feels so perfect inside, doesn’t she, Sonny?” he asks your boyfriend, bending over him and brushing his long sharp nose against Sonny’s. You turn your head to watch Sonny lean up to try to capture Rafa’s lips only for Rafa to pull away at the last second with a taunting grin.

“I wouldn’t want to keep the two of you from your beauty sleep.” His finger stops inside of you and you shift underneath him, impatient and wanting. “Sleep is so very important after all and honestly, since sex is so far down your list of priorities–”

Sonny finally stretches far enough to catch Rafa’s lips, surprising the older man. Rafa grunts and then smiles again, humming deep in his throat and licking into Sonny’s mouth. He finally pulls his finger out of you and you whine, frustrated, only for him to push two back in, his mouth and attention still very much occupied by the younger man’s plush red lips. You gasp, throwing your head back onto the pillow and closing your eyes, the sudden stretch of his fingers something you want to savor to the sound of Sonny being thoroughly kissed next to you. 

Sonny groans and Rafa crooks his fingers, tapping your g spot while Sonny shifts and mumbles something against Rafa’s lips. 

“Afraid I didn’t catch that, Sonny,” Rafa replies, dragging his fingers out of you slowly and flicking your clit with his thumb. 

“Sleep is for the weak,” Sonny repeats a little breathlessly and you nod quickly, eyes still screwed shut. Rafa flicks your clit again and starts to fuck you in earnest with two fingers, his pace slow and steady. 

“Glad you feel that way.” You open your eyes to see Rafa lean over Sonny again and kiss him, tongue licking slowly across the seam of his lips before disappearing between them with a happy grumble. The sight of the two of them making out next to you is almost enough to distract you from the feel of Rafa’s fingers scissoring inside of you. The wet noises Rafa makes with their lips and his tongue as he licks into Sonny’s mouth are obscene and make you shiver–working hard to compete with the feel of his fingers as he slowly pulls nearly all the way out of you before pushing back inside to build that fire that’s starting low in your belly. 

You try to twist onto your side to see better but Rafa shakes his head, breaking his kiss with Sonny just long enough to admonish, 

“I haven’t finished with you yet, you stay right there and just relax until I’ve said good morning to Sonny.” He sucks on Sonny’s bottom lip and speeds up the movements of his fingers, dragging them against your walls with every pass. 

“Jesus, fuck, Rafa–” you gasp, writhing in place. Rafa smirks against Sonny’s cherry-red lips and wraps his other hand around the young man’s hard cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sonny whimpers and Rafa circles his thumb around the head slowly, spreading precome all around it before giving him a few slow teasing strokes. Rafa spends the next few minutes with his hands occupied with both of you, kissing first Sonny, then you, and then Sonny again. 

“Look at all these tan lines,” Rafa sighs, pulling away from Sonny’s plush lips and staring down at you both. “I think I want to spend the rest of the day out by the pool tracing every single one of them with my tongue. And then any new ones you accumulated while I was occupied.” He bends down again and kisses the crease of your hip, nibbling gently at the tan line there and making you twitch. 

“Sonny, you need to wear the same length shorts when you’re outside, you look ridiculous,” he teases, leaning over and kissing one of the awkward lines on Sonny’s long thighs. 

Keeping your eyes open to watch your boyfriend writhe under Rafa becomes more and more difficult the longer that he fucks and stretches you open with his thick fingers. Every time it seems like you’re on the edge of a spectacular orgasm Rafa backs his fingers away, grins down at you, and kisses you, holding his fingers just inside your cunt and letting it fade again. 

“Rafa…” you pant, gripping his forearm and the sheets next to you tightly. “Rafa, fuck, please. Please just…” He pecks your lips and then the tip of your nose before shaking his head and kissing you again. 

“Mmm, no, don’t think so,” he tells you, twisting his wrist on an upstroke and making Sonny gasp. You look over at him and he’s red-faced, his big blue eyes wide and locked onto Rafa’s hand as it moves on his cock. “That definitely isn’t convincing enough.” 

You watch him press his thumb under the head of Sonny’s cock and then drag it down the vein on the underside and you shudder. Sonny is incoherent, twisting the sheets in his hands and, Jesus Christ, you can’t blame him. 

“There’s got to be some way I can persuade you,” you whine, wiggling your hips, trying to get him to shove his fingers back in a little deeper. You turn your attention back to Rafa and he looks over at you, pondering, a smirk just starting to play around his lips. 

“Probably not,” he tells you honestly, thumb brushing gently against your clit, making your thighs twitch. “I doubt even you could beg that well.” 

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Rafa, come on, let me try, I can beg so well for you,” you plead, nails digging into his arm. 

He pushes his fingers in, sudden and deep, and you groan. 

“You’re more than welcome to try of course,” he replies, smirk growing as he scissors his fingers and taps your g spot again. “But I truly, sincerely, completely doubt your success.” 

Once you catch your breath, you try again. 

“Please, Rafi. Please let me come, I’ll be such a good girl–I’ll do anything you want me to,” you whine, your free hand finding Sonny’s wrist and clutching tightly. “Aren’t there any–oh, fuck–games you want to play?” Rafa keeps his fingers moving at a merciless pace inside you, every muscle in your core tightening as you inch closer to the edge again. 

“Like what, sweetheart?” he asks, that sly smirk not letting up for a second. “It would have to be a very good game to make it worth my while.” Beside you Sonny rolls his hips up, trying to no avail to get Rafa to keep working his palm over his cock. 

“I’ll…I can show you what a good girl I am,” you gasp, shuddering when Sonny presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’ll keep your cock warm while we wait for Rita? I could wear a plug? Or a vibe at dinner that you can play with?” You’re desperately throwing out random suggestions, and you finally see his eyes glint at that last one. 

“That could be entertaining–watching you squirm in a restaurant? Though, I’m not sure I’d appreciate being distracted from my food...” You whine petulantly, all too aware of how pathetic you sound, as Rafa slows his fingers just enough to keep you from coming. 

“You know,” Rafa muses, stroking Sonny a little faster and smirking as he barely moves his fingers inside of you. “Rita doesn’t get tan lines. You know how she does that?”

“Raf,” you huff, your breath hitching as he takes his hand off your boyfriend’s cock just long enough to bring one of Sonny’s hands to your breast. Sonny takes the hint and pinches your nipple between his fingers even as he whines at the loss of Rafa’s hand on his dick. 

“She tans naked. I would sacrifice being able to tease the two of you about these tan lines if I could watch you both tan naked,” he tells you, wiggling the fingers in your cunt.

“I need to come, pleasepleaseplease… I’ll be so good, I promise, just let me come on your perfect fingers, Rafi, please–” Instead of giving you what you want he stops entirely. Before you can even open your mouth to keep begging he slips his fingers out of you, leaving your cunt trying to tighten around nothing. 

“Not fair! Rafa–” you start, only to be abruptly silenced as he pushes his fingers between your lips, the taste of yourself filling your mouth as he looks down at you. 

“Perfect fingers?” he asks, clearly amused, and he pushes them a little deeper into your mouth. You nod as enthusiastically as you can with his fingers pressing against your tongue. 

“They really are,” Sonny chimes in, curling against you so he can press his cock against your thigh. You want to reach out to touch him, to finish what Rafa had started, but you know the older man will slap your hand away. 

“Be a good boy, Dominick: get me a condom.” Before Sonny can move, Rafa leans over for another deep kiss and uses his free hand to palm at Sonny’s ass. “That’s it.”

Still eager to prove yourself, you suck on Rafa’s fingers–your tongue darting between them to taste more of yourself on his skin. When he looks back at you, he presses down just enough to make you gag. 

"Make you a deal, baby," Rafa tells you, watching as you choke around his fingers but determinedly keep sucking. "You can come. But only on my cock, nothing else. I'll fuck you as long as you want. As hard or as gently as you want. But no one's fingers touch that pretty little clit of yours." You’re so desperate that you agree without hesitation; you feel like your skin is three sizes too small and all your muscles are tensed in anticipation of release. 

“Good girl.” Rafa grins and leans down to kiss the tip of your nose. Sonny slides back onto the bed beside you and looks at Rafa, those beautiful eyes of his wide. 

“Can I?” he asks, holding up the foil packet in his hand. 

“How can I say no when you asked so nicely?” Rafa watches intently as Sonny tears the packet open and reaches for his cock. “Perfect sweet things. Rita’ll be mad she missed seeing you both so needy.” He hisses the last word through his teeth as Sonny slides the condom on his cock, adding a few slow pumps of his hand for good measure. 

“Pretty boy,” Rafa warns, laughing and shoving him away. Sonny grins at him, big innocent blue eyes sparkling and steals a quick kiss before Rafa crawls over you and noses at your cheek. 

“Remember our deal, sweetheart. Only on my cock.”

Rafa’s cock is a stretch and it’s delicious. That first thrust is smooth and slow and burns on just the right side of perfect. He’s big and warm and heavy on top of you as he settles and waits for you to adjust before licking into your mouth and starting to fuck you. 

He starts so slow, forehead pressed to yours, letting you feel every inch and ridge of him. You feel his breath fan across your cheek and you groan deep in your throat as he seems to drag his cock over every single sensitive spot inside of you. 

“Rafa…” you groan and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your nose. 

“Yes?”

“Oh my God, Rafa, please, are you ever going to really fuck me?”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?” he asks, still grinning down at you. “I guess if you don’t like it I could stop and move on to Sonny, maybe have better luck pleasing him–”

You wrap your legs around his hips and moan at him. 

“No, don’t! Rafa, don’t you dare!” He nips your lips and thrusts a little harder, swallowing your sharp gasp and tangling his fingers in your hair. He tugs as he speeds up his pace. 

“Mmm, sure this is working for you?” he teases, thrusting hard and fast a few times before slowing back down a bit, letting you really feel his cock again. 

“Positive, God, please Rafa, harder, harder…” you beg, throwing your head back and whimpering. Rafa kisses down your throat and snaps his hips quicker, the slap of his skin on yours loud and absolutely perfect. His chest hair scratches against your nipples and sends tiny little bursts of pleasure down your spine. 

“Like this sweetheart? Huh? Gonna come on my cock?” You bite your lip and nod quickly. “Fuck, I hope so. I fucking love the feel of this pretty pussy clenching down on my cock.” Sonny groans from his spot next to you and you look over to see him watching intently. 

“Darlin’, you should see his ass when he fucks you,” Sonny grunts, one of his hands drifting down his stomach to his cock. Rafa glances at him and makes a disapproving noise deep in his throat. 

“Hands off the goods, pretty boy.” Sonny smirks, resting his hand on his stomach, and Rafa snaps his hips hard, cock hitting your g spot and making you shudder. 

“Faster, Rafa, please, fuck…” 

You can feel your orgasm building deep in your core and you tilt your hips up, hoping to get his cock in just the right spot. But it’s stalling, you can feel it hovering just on the edge and you start to worry that you need just that little bit more. You whine and he flashes his teeth at you when he grins. 

“Aw, not going to wimp out on me now are you, sweetheart?” he taunts, stopping with his cock buried deep inside of you and his face pressed against your neck. 

“Need more Rafa, come on,” you beg and he shakes his head. 

“On my cock or not at all.” He grinds his hips against yours, pushing himself impossibly deeper inside you. You wail, frustrated, your nails digging into the soft skin of his back when you try to fuck yourself on his cock. 

“Told you, sweet girl. Want to feel you coming around me–that perfect cunt trying to pull me in deeper.” 

“Feels so fucking good when you do that, baby. Like you can’t get my dick far enough inside you,” Sonny murmurs, running his fingers down your arm. 

“Mmm, yes.” Rafa nips at your neck before setting a relentless pace, moving hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall with every stroke. Every pass of his cock rubs up against that spot inside of you and you screw your eyes closed as you try and lose yourself in the feeling. “It’s even better when you’ve come before.” 

“Fuck, it really is. When you get all oversensitive and squirmy? It’s so hot, doll,” Sonny agrees. You know what they mean; sometimes it feels like you’ll pass out if he keeps going but you’ll die if he stops. 

Your breath is forced out of you in short soft gasps as Rafa fucks you, every inch of your skin buzzing like you’ve just touched an exposed wire. He doesn’t seem far away from coming himself, his movements becoming more erratic as he gets closer. 

You drag one of your clutching hands away from Rafa’s back and catch Sonny’s, twining his fingers with yours. 

“C’mon, you must be so close. I wanna watch you come, baby…” Sonny trails off, squeezing your hand. Your eyes are so tightly closed that they ache and your throat burns at the sudden lack of air in the room. The sound that escapes you when you come sounds closer to a sob and tears creep out from under your lashes at the intensity of the heat flooding through your body. 

You try to catch your breath but you just can’t. Rafa fucks you right through your orgasm as though he hasn’t even noticed it. The slick slapping sound of your bodies seems obscenely loud and your nails scrape against Rafa’s back, making him hiss sharply. 

“Good girl, feels so fucking good, fuck, fuck-” 

He pulls out of you abruptly and you whine at the loss. He rolls you onto your stomach and groans, one large hand palming at your ass. You hear Rafa start to jerk off behind you and Sonny gasps softly as he watches. 

“Look at these tan lines,” Rafa manages. “Such a tease, reminding me what you look like in that tiny fucking bikini. Gonna give you a few more lines–”

Rafa’s hand on your ass squeezes tighter as he comes with a loud moan. You feel his come splatter warmly across your skin, right over where the tan lines left by your bikini bottoms are.

“Rita will be so upset that she missed all this for pastries,” Rafa jokes, giving your ass one last pinch before he leans over to throw the condom into the wastebin by the bed. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you turn over and Sonny tugs you a little closer to him. 

“You looked so pretty,” he whispers, kissing away the tears on your cheeks before pulling you in for a deep, filthy kiss. You sink your fingers into his soft hair as he licks into your mouth, moaning when you feel his cock against your hip. 

“Feeling a little desperate, Dominick?” Rafa teases, running his hand down Sonny’s side. “You’re so impatient,” he laughs. “Anyone would think it’s been days! Wasn’t that show you two put on last night for me and Rita enough?” The memory makes you shudder and Sonny rocks his hips against you in an attempt to press closer. Another bright chuckle escapes Rafa and he squeezes Sonny’s hip. 

“Lie back, pretty boy. You’ve been so patient, such a very, very good boy. I think you deserve a treat.” You huff a small laugh through your nose at how quickly Sonny does as he’s told, rolling off you to lie on his back. Instead of turning his attention immediately to Sonny, Rafa wraps his long fingers around one of your wrists and tugs gently. 

“Up you get.” Rafa pulls you up to your knees and then wraps an arm around your waist. Realizing what he wants you to do, you put a hand on his arm. 

“Raf, wait. I’m so tired, it’s too much–” you complain. You desperately want Sonny inside you, pressed so close that you can’t tell where he ends and you begin, but, God, you don’t think you have the energy to ride him. Rafa makes a shushing sound and leans in so closely that his lips brush the shell of your ear. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll do the work for you–me and Sonny. You can just sit there and enjoy the ride,” he whispers, wrapping one of his strong arms around your middle. A quick glance at Sonny’s long, lean body in front of you, his cock hard and weeping precome onto his stomach, is enough to convince you. 

“Oh, alright, twist my arm,” you agree with a tired grin, letting Rafa help you on top of Sonny. You can’t deny the way being manhandled, the way Rafa is going to use you to get Sonny off, sends sparks racing down your spine. You feel Rafa smirk against the side of your neck and you gasp when he nips the shell of your ear. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, moving to straddle Sonny’s legs behind you. He lifts you up and then Sonny’s sitting up and reaching forward to position his cock under you while Rafa and gravity help you sink down on it in one smooth glide. 

“Fuuuck…” Sonny groans, flopping back onto the bed, the tendons in his neck standing out as he tries to hold still. You echo his groan and squirm on his lap, his cock hitting every over-sensitive spot inside you. 

Rafa’s arms are strong around your waist and his breath is hot against the side of your neck when he nuzzles you and jostles you a bit, causing both you and Sonny to whine again. 

“Look at him tremble, baby, God, he looks like he could come on command.” Rafa’s right. You can feel Sonny’s muscles quivering between your thighs and watching him hold back like this for you makes everything fucking hotter. “Just waiting for me to tell him when.”

You nod, gripping Rafa’s strong forearms tightly. Shivering, you rock your hips forward and cry out when even that feels like you’ve stuck your finger in a light socket. 

“Looks like she’s ready for you, pretty boy,” Rafa tells Sonny, pressing tight against your back. And then he lifts you up; the feel of Sonny’s cock leaving your body makes you shudder and scrabble at Rafa’s arms. He bites the side of your neck and Sonny fucks up into you again. 

The two of them set a fast and erratic pace and it’s blinding with how sensitive you are post-orgasm. All you can do is sag against Rafa’s chest and occasionally reach down to scratch through the trail of hair on Sonny’s belly. You rest your fingers against the line across Sonny’s hips, pressing against the tan skin of his abdomen until it turns the same pale color of the skin that had been covered by his swim trunks. 

It’s obvious that your boyfriend isn’t going to last long; you can feel his cock twitch inside of you and he’s panting like he just ran a marathon. 

“Thinking about that show you put on for us last night?” Rafa asks, voice a gravelly growl against your back. Sonny whines. “Remembering how hard it was for you to control yourself pretending to breed her? Fill her up with a few babies and watch her walk around with a piece of you inside her for the whole world to see?” 

Sonny’s fingers are tight around your hips and he nods, quick and hard and distracted. You’re sure there are going to be at least a couple of bruises there by tonight for all of you to admire.

“Getting ready to come, sweet boy?” Rafa asks, watching Sonny from over your shoulder. “Can’t hold on much longer? Going to fill her up? Push your come as deep inside her as you can?” Sonny whines and nods desperately, flush traveling down his neck and settling bright and red on his chest. “Well, what’s stopping you? You don’t need my permission do you?” 

“Fuck, Rafa,” he pants, hanging onto you for dear life. “Want it anyways, please…”

“Come, baby, go on. I want to watch you come inside her,” Rafa orders, his skin so warm against yours. Sonny’s hands clutch harder at your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as his thrusts get sloppier and more urgent. 

“Oh my god, Sonny–” you choke, Rafa’s arms the only thing keeping you upright as Sonny pounds into you. Those pretty blue eyes sweep over your body before fluttering closed as he throws his head back, his whole body tensing as he comes with a loud moan. You can feel his cock pulse inside of you as he fills you up, your muscles clenching and tightening around him. 

Rafa hums behind you, pleased, and presses a few kisses to the side of your neck while Sonny catches his breath, his head thrown back and his long neck still on display. 

“C’mere,” he finally groans, lifting his head up and gesturing for you. Rafa unwinds his arms from around your waist and nuzzles at your temple before swinging his leg over Sonny’s and settling next to him with a deeply satisfied groan. He tucks an arm behind his head, watching and smiling, as you stretch out on your boyfriend’s chest. Sonny wraps his arms around your back, rubbing his face against your hair. He’s practically purring underneath you as you settle with his cock still inside you. 

“Mmm,” Sonny grumbles and you smile, closing your eyes as you feel the noise in your chest. “Good morning to you too,” he teases, running his fingers down your spine and slowly back up again. 

“Hmm, shhh, sleeping now,” you sigh back, patting his ribs absently. You doze off to the sound of Rafa laughing next to you.

It doesn't feel like you've been asleep for very long when you’re jolted awake by the sound of Rita scoffing from somewhere in the general direction of the door. She says something you don’t catch and you feel the mattress shift as Rafa gets out of bed. You don’t need to open your eyes, you can hear the self-satisfied smirk on his face as he offers to her, 

“I’d be more than happy to eat you out as a pre-breakfast snack, Reets. Just so you don’t feel left out.”

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[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

Get Your Motor Runnin’

Bryan Kneef x F! reader. For Wet Hot Summer Bingo hosted by @melk917 @lannister-slings-and-arrows & @pascalispretty. Rating: NSFW/18+

Bingo card: road trip

CW: oral sex (male receiving)

WC: 1323

You were finishing applying your makeup when entered the room. You met his eyes through the mirror and smiled. “I’m just about finished.” You stuck a tissue between your lips and blotted by pressing your lips together.

“No rush, take your time,” Bryan replied.

You shook your head and stood up, crumpling the tissue in your hand. “No, no, I’m okay to go. How do I look?”

Bryan raked his eyes over you in the sundress you wore. Your hair was in a bun. His normally bright eyes were dark and stormy. “Good enough to eat.”

You preened at his compliment. “Well thank you.” You walked over and wrapped your arms around him, leaning up on your toes for a kiss. Bryan slanted his mouth over yours and used his tongue to deepen the kiss. His hands drifted south and immediately under your dress to your butt, playing with the band of your panties.

You shivered under his touch. “Don’t get any ideas,” you warned teasingly.

“Whatever do you mean?” Bryan questioned, feigning innocence. His green eyes twinkled.

“Late to dinner! My parents are very excited to meet you. And in their minds, I’ve done no wrong and I am a good girl. And then to be dating one of the top attorneys in all of Chicago…this is a very big deal. Tonight has to go well.”

Bryan snorted in derision. “The same good girl who last night—“

“Bryan!”

Bryan laughed. “Relax, kitten. I’m just teasing you.”

You sighed. “I’m just nervous. I want them to love you as much as I do.”

Bryan stroked your cheek. “And they will.”

“So make a good impression.”

Bryan’s eyes narrowed. “As if I’d do anything less than,” he snorted. “What do I get if I am good?”

You smirked. “Oh you’ll see.”

—

Of course, Bryan was right. Dinner was as perfect as perfect can be.

He charmed your parents from the moment he pulled up to your childhood home. As you both approached, the door flew open and you were both embraced by your parents. You both settled in, your stomachs rumbling at the smell of roasted potatoes and chicken. Dinner was the Bryan Kneef show, with him being extremely personable and showing off to your parents for hours on end.

As you loaded the dishwasher later that evening, your mother approached. She stopped you from placing a pan in the dishwasher. “Oh honey, that needs to soak overnight.”

“Oh,” you replied as you turned back to the sink to load another item.

“Bryan is wonderful. I’m so happy that you found someone to settle down with.”

You hummed. “He’s incredible. I’m very lucky—”

“I’m the lucky one.”

Bryan’s rich voice interrupted the conversation. You both turned towards Bryan who had entered the kitchen with your father. You smiled, feeling your cheeks flush. “We were just cleaning up.”

“Here, let me finish,” Bryan replied. Your mom beamed.

“He also does the dishes? He’s a keeper!”

After dinner, your father was starting the fire pit so that you could all continue conversation outside. Once the fire started, he returned to the house to help your mother finish getting dessert ready.

Bryan sat in one of the Adirondack chairs that surrounded the firepit, with you in his lap. The fire crackled and popped, the scent of cedar filling the air. You reclined against his chest, sipping on a glass of white wine. Bryan’s hand was on the outside of your thigh, rubbing small concentric circles which sent tingles up and down your body. You wiggled in his lap and Bryan took the opportunity to hold you tighter against him. You felt the bulge of his hardened cock against your ass.

Bryan took the opportunity to whisper hotly and firmly in your ear. “Unless you plan on doing something obscene in front of your parents, I suggest you stay still.”

His breath against your ear sent additional tingles and shivers and you couldn’t help but squirm some more. Bryan let out a low groan in response.

Your parents returned with homemade fruit cobbler and coffee. Any lingering moment of sexual tension quickly faded and you both swallowed your frustrations. The sun set and gave way to the night sky above. Eventually the evening with your parents came to a close. Your parents sent you and Bryan with leftovers. You let out a sigh of relief once Bryan got in the car.

“I told you everything would go well,” Bryan remarked as he pulled out for your parent’s driveway. You placed your hand on his knee and gave it a good squeeze, smiling in his direction.

The bluish LED headlights of the Lamborghini illuminated the road ahead on the drive back home. You let out a small yawn and Bryan glanced your way. “I was hoping I could get my reward.”

“Oh?” You asked innocently but fully knowing his intention. Shifting in your seat and unbuckling your seatbelt, you leaned over to trail kisses up Bryan’s jaw. One hand settled behind the nape of his neck, stroking gently while the other settled over the zipper of his pants.

Bryan clenched his jaw and tried to focus on the road ahead of him. “I was hoping at home. You’re playing a dangerous game sweetheart.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it?” You asked hotly before you sucked on his earlobe. You didn’t wait for his answer as you undid the zipper of his pants and took out his cock, already half hard.

You licked your lips and drew up some saliva in your mouth, before spitting into your hand. Bryan grunted as you wrapped your manicured hand around the girth of his cock. You pumped his cock a few times before you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum flooded your mouth as your tongue swirled around the head before flicking over the tip and then underside to the frenulum. Just feeling the weight of that hot, thick head on your tongue made your pussy ache.

You flattened your tongue and then took the entire length in your mouth. Bryan’s cock was thick, with a large vein down the shaft. He let out a long, satisfied sigh as you swallowed him.

“Yes, that’s it, take it.”

You relaxed your throat until he hit the back of your throat. You stayed there for a moment before enthusiastically getting to work. You swirled your tongue in patterns over the underside of his cock as you bobbed on him, lightly with just the point, and then broad, thick strokes. You pumped the base of his shaft with your hand in time with the bobbing of your head.

“Oh fuck yeah. Just like that.”

His praise caused excitement to flood you. Much like your panties which you are certain are ruined. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing on his length with more gusto. “Keep doing that… uhh… don’t stop.”

You feel empowered having rendered such a powerful man helpless because of what you can do with your mouth. Your eyes watered and saliva pooled from out of your mouth as you continued to blow him.

Bryan looked down quickly before re-focusing on the road. “You look so pretty like that. With a mouth full of my cock,” his tone ragged and heavy with arousal.

You moaned around his cock, which sent vibrations up his spine. It was that which finally sent him over the edge.

Bryan groaned loudly and you felt and tasted his hot, salty release pumping into your mouth. You swallowed eagerly, taking everything he had to give.

Bryan panted as you came off him with a satisfied grin on your face. “’I am gonna make you feel so good later, when we get home.”

You tucked Bryan’s cock back into his pants and zipped him. You looked at the speedometer. “Pedal to the metal sir.”

FIN.

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[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

The Nanny, Interrupted

For Wet Hot Summer Bingo hosted by: @melk917 @lannister-slings-and-arrows & @pascalispretty

Bingo square: grass stains

Song inspiration: Bruises by Chairlift & Fantasy by Mariah Carey

WC: 1093

CW: NSFW, specifically female breast play & smutty language.

With the sound of the whistle, the youth soccer game came to an end. The Kneef children ran off the field towards you, covered in sweat.

“Y/N! Did you see?! Did you see? I scored a goal!” Jasper shouted excitedly. You crouched down and gave him a high five.

“I did! You and your sister did great. I am so proud of you both.”

“I wish daddy was here,” Sandrine replied mournfully. “He is always missing our games because of work.”

“That sounds like it’s really frustrating,” you reflected back. “And I can understand that you’re disappointed - daddy is working really hard. But I know for sure that he wanted to be here today too.”

Sandrine shrugged and Jasper wrapped his arm around her. You wrapped your arms around both in return, hugging them. “I recorded parts of the game on my phone - so daddy can watch all the highlights when he’s home later. Now how about we get some ice cream?”

The twins cheered, any sadness over their dad missing the game long forgotten.

**

Bryan phoned home advising that he wouldn’t be home from the office until way past dark. The kids were sound asleep. You emerged from your apartment in an oversized sleep shirt. You should have been asleep too but because you decided to have a movie night with the kids, you were busy tidying up. You picked up the kids’ filthy soccer uniform, covered in dirt and grass stains. You made your way to the laundry room and set to work to pre-treat the stains. You were so preoccupied that you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching. When the door creaked open, you let out a startled yelp.

“It’s me, it’s me,” Bryan rushed. “I didn’t realize you were still up.”

You focused your eyes on Bryan. He had clearly mid-change - in a white undershirt and navy trousers. In his hands was the button down he had been wearing.

“I’m so sorry - I’ll be out of your way,” you managed to squeak out.

“You’re fine - I just came down to pre-soak this shirt of mine,” Bryan explained. “Dinner with a client and Cabernet sauce was spilled on me due to the incompetent waiter.”

“Leave it with me,” you replied. “I’ll take care of it.”

Bryan nodded. “Thanks. It’s one of my favorite shirts, so I would hate for it to be ruined.”

He handed you the shirt and for the briefest of moments, your fingers grazed one another and you swore you felt electricity shoot between.

Bryan watched you as you stood on your tip-toes to reach into the cabinet overhead to grab a pre-treater.

“Let me get that for you.” Bryan offered, stepping behind you. The feel of Bryan being pressed against you and the scent of his cologne caused a shot of arousal to course through you. Bryan’s breath was hot on your neck and you felt your skin prickle. You let out the smallest of moans but it was loud enough for Bryan to pick up on that.

Bryan pushed back your hair, his fingers dancing on your skin softly. You could feel the bulge of his cock against your ass and you pushed back on it with a wiggle.

Bryan let out a groan, before turning you around. Stained laundry was long forgotten as he lifted you up by your waist so that you were sitting on top of the washing machine. You reached down and lifted the hem of your sleep shirt up and over. Bryan’s eyes darkened with lust as he drank your form in. He mirrored your action, removing his T-shirt, revealing his deliciously thick and strong body.

Bryan approached you and instinctively you wrapped your legs around him. He kissed you hard, all bruising with teeth and tongue. You moaned into the kiss and opened your mouth to allow it to deepen. You wrapped one hand around the nape of his neck and the other into his dark hair, tugging. Bryan responded by nipping your bottom lip.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Bryan confessed as his hands moved to your breasts, squeezing. “Ever since you came to my office for the interview. Wanted you on your knees right there and then.”

His confession made you dizzy. You whined into his mouth. “Please,” you begged. You arched your back even further, pushing your chest to his.

“Please what, honey? Talk to me, tell me what you want and I'll give you exactly that."

“Fuck me.”

Bryan chuckled darkly. “Oh I’m going to fuck you so good. Paint your body with my cum. Mark you as mine.”

You leaned back on your hands, your nipples in the air, already hard as diamonds. Bryan’s lips closed around a nipple, sucking and licking. His free hand kneaded your other breast, rolling the hardened peak under his thumb.

“Fuck…” you groaned. “Oh Bryan, don’t stop.”

Bryan removed his mouth from your breast. Your nipple was shiny and wet from his mouth. What he was most proud of was the dark mark that was beginning to form. He then looked up at you. “I am going to stuff your pretty pussy full. You’ll be dripping and then I will just fill you up again.”

“Bryan!”

The sound of his name was said so sharply and loudly that it stirred him out of his reverie. He blinked and realized you were staring at him, with your arm outstretched. Bryan looked down at his ruined shirt, realizing that he got so caught up in what was only a daydream.

“Do you want me to take care of your shirt? Or send it to the dry cleaner?”

“If you can get it out, it’ll be a miracle.” He rushed.

“I am a woman of many talents,” you replied with a wink. “Do you mind reaching up to grab the pre-treatment? I can never reach.”

Bryan nodded. “Happy to.”

You moved out of the way so Bryan could grab the detergent. He handed it to you and you responded with a grin. “Thanks so much.”

Bryan nodded. “I’ll be turning in for the night.”

You wished him good night and got to work on his shirt. Bryan made his way to his bedroom and leaned against it with a sigh. He took off his clothes and climbed into the bed. He was wound up, so he turned on his tablet and quickly loaded up some porn. As the woman on the screen began to suck on her partner’s cock, Bryan reached for his cock and began to stroke. He went back to his daydream imagining it was you.

FIN.

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will you ever continue “it’s too hot in this five star hell hole” ☹️

Lol, gosh. Honestly? Probably not. It’s been forever since I’ve even watched Narcos and I don’t really remember where I was going with that story. I suppose anything possible but I wouldn’t count on it. Sorry! :(

#ask and ye shall receive

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Yesssssssssssssssssssssss god the OG verse. Fuck I love whiny Fred.

“Use your words” for Fred and Rafa in the threesome verse?? o.O

Ask, and ye shall receive (albeit weeks later). Smut below the cut, for the prompt from this list!

The Macbook is balanced precariously on a pile of pillows on the other side of the bed, the screen tilted to display you in profile. It had been a form of foreplay all of its own to lie still while Rafa set it up, making sure it was angled to Fred’s liking and captured as much of you as possible. FaceTime is a poor substitute for Fred’s presence in your bed and the warmth of his body beside yours but you’ll take what you can get when your doctor is inevitably called back to his hospital. 

“Can you see okay, Fred?” you ask, your legs falling a little further apart. Tipping your head to the side to look at the screen, you see Fred swallow thickly, his eyes fixed on you. 

“Perfectly.” He’s lying in his bed in Baltimore, the camera close on his face. Before you can try to figure out whether he’s naked or not, Rafa abruptly settles on top of you, his warm bulk pressing you into the mattress. The weight of him on you makes you sigh contentedly and your hand come up to stroke down his back. 

“We miss you, Fred,” Rafa says before dipping his head down to kiss you. It’s too brief of a kiss for your liking and you whine when Rafa pulls away. “I think her cunt misses you too. God, I wish you could feel how wet she is.” The smirk on his face is downright devilish, and you hear a shuddering breath from the laptop. 

“Show me?” The question barely leaves Fred’s lips before Rafa slides his hand down your side that’s facing Fred and the camera and dips his fingers between your legs. A soft little noise escapes you at the first brush of his fingertips, your hips pushing forwards to meet his hand. 

“Oh, you’re soaked, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing one of his long fingers inside of you so slowly that you swear you can feel every line and ridge of his knuckles. One of your hands flies up to sink into his soft hair and  your nails scratch against his scalp as he ever so slightly crooks his finger. He’s so close to nudging against that spot on your walls, the one that makes your toes curl and your vision whiten, so close that you know he’s avoiding it on purpose. 

“Rafi,” you gasp, your grip tightening on his hair. He rocks his hand slowly, every press of his finger sending that familiar warmth flooding through you to settle low in your abdomen. After a few steady thrusts he adds a second finger beside the first, the slight stretch of it making your nerve endings thrum and your back arch. 

And then, before you quite know what’s happening, he slips his fingers out of you and holds them up in front of the camera. 

“Told you,” he says, ignoring your plaintive whine as he shows off his slick fingers to the camera, turning them so Fred can watch them glisten in the low light of the room. Fred groans softly, and the sound sends a little shiver running down your spine. 

“Are you touching yourself?” Rafa asks, and Fred nods jerkily on the screen. “Good.” Rafa looks back down at you thoughtfully, as though he’s wondering what to do with you next. You don’t wait for him to make his mind up. Instead, you catch his wrist and pull his hand towards you so you can take his two slick fingers into your mouth. 

“Oh, good girl,” he murmurs as you moan around them, and you hear a shuddering inhale from Fred. “Wishing you were the one cleaning her taste off my fingers, Frederick?” 

“God, yes.” You let go of Rafael’s fingers with a pop, turning your head to look at the screen once more. Your voyeur is looking a little less composed now, his teeth digging into his lower lip as he watches unblinkingly. 

“What do you want to see, Frederick?” Rafa asks, trailing his damp fingers over your chin and down your neck before finally pinching one of your nipples. You arch into the touch, whimpering when Rafa brings his free hand up to cup your other breast. When a reply doesn’t seem immediately forthcoming, Rafa pinches your nipples until you gasp. “Use your words. Tell me what you want to see.” 

“I–fuck,” Fred manages, and you wonder if he’s blushing. He’s still getting used to these FaceTime sessions, usually preferring to be a more passive participant. 

“Tell me, Frederick. What have you been thinking about, all alone in that big bed?” 

“I’ve been thinking–fuck, Rafael. Thinking about sucking your cock. The way you taste after you’ve been inside her,” Fred admits in a rush. Rafa smirks, one of his hands moving back up to cup your chin. 

“Is that what you want to see, Frederick? Me fucking her face so you can pretend it’s you with my cock stuffed down your throat?” Rafa glances down at you, his green eyes sparkling wickedly. “I think we can manage that.” 

#rafael barba x frederick chilton x reader #rafael barba x reader #frederick chilton x reader #rafael barba x frederick chilton #frederick chilton #rafael barba #hannibal #law and order svu

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Hey hey! I love your work so much, and I've been rereading your Keeping Young Talent series today during a particularly slow and shitty shift and I was wondering; do the reader's parents not like Sonny? Do we ever find out why? Cause fr, how could they hate such a sweetie pie? (Also, a bitch might be hoping and praying we get to see all four of them hook up at some point?)

(Lol, a bitch definitely WILL see all four of them hook up at some point, I absolutely promise that. That was actually the original conception for the series and it kind of…..spiraled lol. This happens to us a lot actually, we really can’t be trusted to stick to one shots.)

They do not like Sonny; he’s a little older, they’re snobs, etc. That may or may not get explored more in the series, honestly I couldn’t tell you one way or the other.

I’m so happy you like our stuff! @pascalispretty and I were actually thinking about doing one in the Keeping Young Talent series for our upcoming bingo, so keep your eyes peeled!

#ask and ye shall receive

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Wet Hot Summer Bingo!!

Coming to you live one week from today, myself and @melk917 and @pascalispretty will be hosting a summer bingo!

Rules: 1. Submissions can be in the form of fics (one shot or multi-chaptered), moodboards, or playlists. 2. Every submission needs to be ONE (1) square on your bingo card. If you're doing a multi-chapter fic each chapter can be a different square. 3. Proper content warnings should be included above the cut, as should a rating, and a ship (if applicable). The only thing we're banning outright is underage content. If any content warnings are missing we'll ask you to go back and add them. 4. Anything explicit and anything longer that 500 words NEEDS TO BE put under a cut. 5. All submissions need to be tagged #wethotsummerbingo and you should tag all three of us (@lannister-slings-and-arrows , @melk917 , @pascalispretty )

Bingo starts July 20th and goes till September 1st. You can submit as many entries as you'd like to.

You need to get Bingo to win (all squares filled in in a column, row). If more than one person does that the three of us...will cross that bridge when we get there lol.

Fandoms we're accepting entries from are anything Raúl's done, all SVU characters in general, Stranger Things, The West Wing, Mayans, and anyone who writes me an angsty Spock/Kirk (from TOS or AOS) will automatically win. Jk jk. Mostly.

If you have any questions about what qualifies (or have an idea for something not in one of those fandoms) message one or all of us and ask!

Have fun with this and here's a playlist for some inspiration!

#wethotsummerbingo #fanfiction #fanfic #fic bingo #the good fight #hannibal #law and order svu #dopesick #trouble in the heights #the path #leap of faith #stranger things #the west wing #mayans

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Writing Fanfiction

*gets a really cool story idea*

*plans it out over a few days*

*is ready to write*

Me: …

Fanfic: The

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FANCY SCHMANCY GRILLED CHEESE

#goooood yes #fuck i love me a grilled cheese sandwich #grilled cheese #savory #food porn

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Frederick Chilton | nbc Hannibal

#he's so cute i wanna pinch his cheeks #SUCH a weenie asshole man #but still a fucking cutie that i want to cuddle after i smack a few times #look at that scruffy face i just want to kiss it #and scritch scritch it #again. after i call him a fucking idiot a few dozen times. lol #precious weenie man #awkward anxious lonely awful terrible jerkface asshole weenie man #i love one squirrel cheeked rude snarky dumbass idiot man and his name is frederick never freddy chilton #frederick chilton #hannibal #raúl esparza

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vilf (villain I'd like to fuck)

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sleeping positions that fuck up your spine feel so good for no reason it’s literally the devil’s deepest temptation

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#as a short person i approve this psa lol #jopper #joyce x hopper #stranger things #winona ryder #david harbour

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Sausage & Garlic Pesto Flatbread

#yessss #sausage garlic pesto flatbread #savory #food porn

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STRANGER THINGS | 4.09

#OKAY NGL THIS WAS MY ENTIRE TAKEAWAY FROM THE WHOLE FOURTH SEASON #MY MIDDLE AGE BABIES FINALLY KISSED #YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS #jopper #joyce x hopper #jim hopper #joyce byers #winona ryder #david harbour #stranger things