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reyescarlos · 3 years

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just one night || a tarlos fic

summary: After a double entendre is made during their game of darts, TK makes an offer that Carlos isn’t able to resist. [1x03 reimagined]

word count: 4.3k || rated: e || day one of @911x911lonestarsmutweek || read on ao3

Just one night to be with you again, 'Cause I miss the way That it felt when we made love

When TK pictured what his evening out with Carlos would be like, he hadn’t pictured himself to be stewing in his feelings after a fight with a coworker. But that’s the exact position he finds himself in as he and Carlos play darts on this not-a-date-though-maybe hang.

The officer had been right; Austin truly was a small town so it should figure he’d be unable to avoid Judd’s smug face tonight. He hadn’t meant to spend the night prattling on about it but—as Carlos had proven himself to be—the man was a good listener and TK had a lot to get off his chest since his scuffle with Judd at the 126.

What he hadn’t expected, though he realizes now that he absolutely should have, was Carlos to speak his mind— even if it challenged him. But Carlos was good at getting him out of his head space and bringing him back down to one.

“You know I’m holding a dart,” he says, pointedly jerking the dart in question to punctuate his words.

“And I’m packing a piece.”

Don’t I know it, TK thinks.

TK’s gaze can’t help but flicker for a moment.

“That’s hot,” he concedes, his eyes lowering once more, this time in earnest.

He sets down the dart in his hand, having no real interest in the game they’ve been playing for the last twenty minutes. Not when a new objective has come into the arena.

Carlos lifts his beer bottle to his lips, holding it precariously between his fingers. TK watches, transfixed by the way the man’s lips wrap around the bottle. He can’t help but to think of it on other places too.

“I’d like to see it for myself,” he says boldly.

Carlos, in all his innocence just then, raises his brow.

“What? My gun?”

TK makes a face. “Not exactly the hard thing you’re concealing that I had in mind.”

Carlos’ eyes widen and he chokes a bit on his beer he’s just sipped.

“I thought we were working on being friends?”

TK shrugs lightly. “Friends tease each other,” he says matter-of-factly. “Some kiss. Some even have sex. There are all sorts of friends.”

“And what kind do you see us being? We did the hooking up part. Need I remind you, it didn’t exactly end well.”

TK nods in agreement but he’s not willing to let the matter drop that easily.

“Had I known the last time would in fact have been the last time, I would have done things a little differently. It wouldn’t have been a quick session before work, that’s for sure.”

TK has had time to lament over this. He’d been glad when Carlos reached out to him to hang out tonight. After his confession at the police station, he wasn’t sure what came next for them. They’d somehow managed to end their conversation on a good note. But still, even TK could admit, he was placing a lot at Carlos’ feet.

He wouldn’t have blamed the man if he ultimately decided it was too much in the end. But Carlos, kind and patient as ever, had decided to stick around.

“I’d have us take our time. Drag out the minutes into hours and hours if we could.”

Carlos eyes flicker to his mouth and TK smiles, sensing the man’s intrigue.

Carlos’ face grows pensive and TK clings to the wild hope that he’s managing to get through to him.

“You’d want at least one night to get it out of your system? Like…a redo?”

TK nods. “That’d be nice but only if you’re down for it. No pressure. I know casual isn’t your thing but—“

“One last night…then we’re back to being regular friends and colleagues?”

“That’s right. After that, it’d be business as usual after midnight.”

Carlos chews on his inner lip and TK does his best not to look too anxious for his reply. But already his mind is conjuring up the memory of their last time together.

It never takes much to call upon that afternoon. He’d be lying to himself if he says he doesn’t think about it often. The two of them were over just as quickly as they started but Carlos had left an indelible mark.

TK watches him now, letting his case rest and leaving Carlos to decide what comes next for them.

Carlos’ lips pinch together as he nods once resolutely.

“You have yourself a deal.”

~*~*~

TK spent the better part of the ride fighting to keep his hands to himself. Carlos didn’t utter a single word, his eyes fixed pointedly on the road.

But TK studied him, could see the sharp set of his jaw and the way he gripped the steering wheel tightly. Carlos may have been quiet but it was obvious his thoughts weren’t as he drove them over to his place.

As they step inside of Carlos’ house, TK glances over at the couch, remembering with ease the way Carlos had pushed him against it before the two of them went tumbling to the floor the last time they hooked up.

His face warms at the memory of how frenzied they’d been that day, literally unable to even make it into the house before they were pawing at each other.

Carlos seems more reserved now but the energy between them is rife with sexual tension. TK is just about to break the silence when he feels Carlos come up behind him the second the door closes.

His arms wrap around TK’s waist, body pressed to his. TK can feel the stiffness between Carlos’ legs. He smiles to himself, turning his head a bit to look at the other man.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

“Hi,” Carlos says back, licking his lips and biting back on the lower one. For as hard as Carlos is now, TK can see something like uncertainty in his eyes.

He turns around completely, putting some space between them.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You’ve been so quiet this whole time.”

Carlos hooks his fingers into the belt loops of TK’s jeans and pulls him close.

“I’ve been picturing all the things I want to do with you…to you tonight. I want it all so badly, I almost don’t know where to start. But do want this, TK. I want one more time with you. I need it.”

Carlos takes a hold of his hand and tugs him along up the stairs and to his bedroom.

Like the rest of the house, Carlos' bedroom is gorgeous and tasteful but he allows himself just a second to appreciate the space before his eyes settle on Carlos himself.

TK draws nearer to him and presses a soft kiss against Carlos’ lips. It’s such a subtle brush but it leaves his heart pounding. TK runs a hand up from Carlos’ waist to his chest and can feel the man’s heart doing the same.

Carlos skims his fingertips along his jaw and kisses TK in earnest. It’s all so second nature, the ease to which TK falls into this with Carlos as if no time has passed at all since the last time he was here.

TK tugs on the hem of Carlos’ shirt and pulls it off his frame. He studies his chest for a moment, hands marveling at the toned muscles and smooth skin.

“And to think we got here tonight because of that stupid fight with Judd,” he muses.

Carlos laughs and rolls his eyes. “No more talking about some other guy. Even if it is your newfound sworn enemy.”

TK shakes his head. “Screw that guy.”

“Such a brat,” Carlos teases, turning TK around.

Carlos presses up against his back. He runs his palms across TK’s shoulder blades slowly and places a kiss at the base of his neck. Carlos’ nose brushes along the length of his neck, a soft sound leaving him. It gets TK’s blood rushing fast, especially as Carlos speaks directly against his ear.

“But that talk did prove a theory I had.”

Carlos' voice is gravelly and low. It makes the hair at the back of TK’s neck stand at attention.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“You need someone to put you in your place.”

TK fights the urge to shiver at the man’s wording and proximity. He very much likes the idea of Carlos in control.

“And where exactly is my place?” he challenges, doing his best not to let his voice quiver though his body is already shaking slightly.

Carlos lets out a breath against the shell of his ear as his hands grip TK’s shoulders firmly.

“Right now? On your knees, being a good boy for me.”

TK turns quickly then, searching Carlos’ face, seeing the darkened hunger in his eyes. Carlos wants this desperately and TK is quickly catching up to him.

“Yes, sir.”

He isn’t sure where the honorific comes from but it’s instinct as he drops to his knees a beat later.

A grin curls across Carlos’ lips.

“That was easy,” he muses, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks down at TK.

TK can feel his cheeks flush. Some small part of him feels a bit embarrassed but Carlos is quick to dispel any concerns.

“I like that. A lot. I just wonder…,” he trails off, his confident bravado from before slipping away.

“What is it?”

Carlos’ arms fall back at his sides.

“How far are you willing to go with me tonight?”

TK is brought up short for a second. “Wherever you want to take this, I’m game. Use me how you see fit.”

Carlos stands up a bit straighter at the words use me, TK notices. In truth, TK wants as many memories as he can create with Carlos tonight.

Carlos seems to weigh his words before he speaks.

“If it starts to go too far though—”

“I’ll tell you. I promise.”

Carlos searches his face for a moment and TK can’t help but to wonder what Carlos has in mind if he’s expressing concern. But he can see the instant Carlos reconciles his thoughts. His eyes go from pensive to craving once more.

TK continues to look up at him, not moving so much as inch as Carlos steps closer until TK is met with the very obvious outline of his hard cock in his jeans.

Carlos places a hand in TK’s hair and pets him slowly, nails scratching against his scalp before he grabs a fistful of hair. Carlos forces his gaze and TK’s throat instantly grows dry. So this is what Carlos has been stewing on all night.

TK looks up at him pleadingly, waiting for whatever instruction is about to follow.

“I want you to work for this. Can you do that for me, TK? Hmm? Can you show me you deserve it?” Carlos asks, his voice deep and clear.

TK nods quickly. Carlos in command like this is irresistable. With this objective now, TK vows right then and there to prove to Carlos just how good he can be. He leans in, nose rubbing against Carlos’ bulge. It makes his mouth water and after a moment, TK can’t hold off from going for it.

He mouths against his erection, sucking as hard as he can against the fabric of his jeans just wishing with everything in him that he could feel Carlos without the barrier. But he remembers exactly what it felt like the last time they hooked up. He closes his eyes and recounts the feel of Carlos’ cock in his mouth. It makes him stiffen but he ignores his own growing erection in favor of tending to the one right before him.

TK continues, leaving Carlos’ jeans drenched. Above him Carlos mutters under his breath, thrusting forward occasionally and moaning. He can feel Carlos trembling thanks to his ministrations. Carlos anchors the hand in his hair and rocks forward steadily as TK moves to the head of his cock, working his tongue over the surface, wishing yet again he were toying with his slit without anything obstructing him.

TK doesn’t let up until he’s guided away gently. TK peers up at Carlos then, watching the man’s jaw muscle clench. Carlos’ breaths are uneven and heavy as he settles. TK preens inside, certain he’s done a good job and pleased Carlos.

He settles back on his heels, watching greedily as Carlos undoes his jeans. TK’s cock twitches as Carlos pulls down his zipper. TK hasn’t felt this desperate in what feels like forever; the anticipation is killing him.

“How are you feeling?” Carlos asks.

TK smiles at the check-in, at Carlos’ concern but it doesn't feel necessary now. Not with him the most expectant he’s ever been with someone.

“Really good,” he answers. “I’d be a whole hell of a lot better if I got the real thing though.”

Carlos smirks at this, cupping his face, his thumb tracing the shape of TK’s mouth. It’s all so insanely hot to TK who finds himself effectively silenced by the man’s ministrations. It’s clear Carlos has every intention of using each second of this last night they’ve agreed to.

“Just a little while longer. There’s one more thing I’d like to see you do.”

Carlos' thumb works its way between his lips and TK opens his mouth to him.

“So pretty.” Carlos licks his lips and sighs. “Stay just like that for me. Don’t move.”

TK does as he’s told, heart racing to see what Carlos will do next. He stays perfectly still as Carlos undresses his lower half, kicking away his jeans and underwear. A small whimper leaves TK at the sight of his thick, already leaking cock.

He’s so sure Carlos will give it to him he can practically taste him. But instead the man wraps a hand around himself and starts stroking lazily right before his eyes.

Carlos’ eyes close as he leans back against the wall. TK can hardly breathe watching him masterbate. There’s a pounding in his ears as he looks on. Carlos’ lips part and this is, without question, the hottest thing TK has ever seen. His whole body thrums as Carlos squeezes himself at the base and lets out a breath, opening his eyes again with a grunt.

TK hasn’t moved, his mouth still hanging open just as Carlos requested. Carlos offers a half, almost bashful smile as his other hand comes to TK’s mouth, his index and middle finger slipping inside.

“Show me one more time what you’d do.”

TK trembles but is quick to set a solid pace against the digits in his mouth. With Carlos jerking himself off right in front of him, it’s a lot in the best way possible. TK is glad yet again that they’ve committed to a full night because he knows he will want more even after they’re done.

TK swirls his tongue around Carlos fingers and pulls back to just the tips before taking him in again, a deep moan leaving him as he takes Carlos fingers as far back as he can.

Carlos curses under his breath as they make eye contact. TK doesn’t let up, only fueled more now by the look of wonder in Carlos’ eyes.

“Very good,” Carlos says, slowly removing his fingers after another minute. “I think you’ve more than earned this.”

TK licks his lips as Carlos grips his hair and guides him towards his crotch. TK rubs at Carlos’ thighs as he opens his mouth and takes Carlos in slowly.

He can taste the beads of precome first and it makes goosebumps rise on his skin in anticipation. His only goal now is to push Carlos over the edge, to get the full effect.

Carlos’ fingers card through his hair as TK takes him in.

TK can’t help the moan that rips through him as Carlos fills his mouth. His tongue runs along the length of him, head bobbing as his cheeks hollow. Never before has TK craved someone this much, to the point where he practically feels delirious.

He loses himself in going down on him, lulled completely by the feel of Carlos pulsing in his mouth, the taste and smell of him.

“TK,” Carlos says, almost in warning but TK only doubles down, eyes rolling shut as he takes Carlos in further. His hands run along the curve of Carlos’ ass as he presses in even more closely, wordlessly telling Carlos he has no intentions of moving away.

His tongue laps against the underside of Carlos’ cock as he slips him out to just the head. TK plays with his slit, shivering at the taste he’s met with before taking Carlos in all the way again.

Carlos grunts and fucks into his mouth. TK can feel him twitch and a moment later his mouth fills with the man’s release.

Carlos shakes, knees buckling as he works through his orgasm. TK supports the back of his thighs as he continues sucking. There’s a full ache in his jaw but he ignores it, hellbent on seeing Carlos through to the very end.

After a moment Carlos’ hips still, his hand slipping out of TK’s hair and to his side as he removes himself from TK’s mouth.

“God, just look at you,” Carlos pants.

TK can only imagine the wreck his mouth must be, a mess of spit and Carlos’ release but he doesn’t care, especially with the amount of delight on Carlos’ face. TK simply wipes the back of his hand across his chin.

Carlos sinks to the ground and places a soft kiss on his lips.

“That mouth…,” he trails off, shaking his head.

TK laughs and comes closer to him, kissing and stroking his jaw.

“How are you feeling?” TK asks.

“Like I need to give you the best fuck of your life tonight to say thank you for that,” he laughs. “You did so well for me.”

Carlos massages his shoulder, thumb kneading into his skin. TK smiles proudly before he speaks.

“I liked seeing you like that. It was really hot.”

Carlos smiles and runs a hand through his hair. He looks so soft now, a huge contrast to how he was just a moment ago. It’s almost baffling how quickly Carlos can go from sexy to flat out adorable in a matter of seconds.

Carlos closes the distance between them and kisses him, a hand on TK’s cheek. TK grips his wrist as he kisses him back deeply. This kiss is direct and TK can already sense that Carlos is keen on shifting the focus onto him.

Carlos undoes the buttons of TK’s shirt quickly, brushing the fabric off TK’s shoulders and to the floor. TK settles in Carlos’ lap, draping his legs on either side of the man’s hips. TK grinds his hips over Carlos, his cock twitching. Carlos kisses across his cheek and nibbles against his earlobe as he scoops TK up and gets them both off the ground.

TK clutches onto him as Carlos carries him over to the bed and tosses him down against the bed. TK knows that he doesn’t want anything soft and sweet right now and it seems like Carlos picks up on that.

TK undoes his jeans and slips out of them hastily along with his underwear, leaving him completely naked against the sheets.

Carlos’ eyes trail down his body, settling between his legs. Carlos touches him and TK bites back on his lower lip at the feel of his large warm hand against his erection. His eyes roll closed as Carlos’ thumb roams the head of his cock, smearing the beads that have formed there already. TK lets out a hiss.

“Don’t worry,” Carlos says, stroking him. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll get you to come in no time, no problem.”

TK lurches forward and kisses Carlos roughly for a moment, trapping the man’s bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away. TK turns over and settles on his knees.

Behind him, Carlos rubs a hand along his flank, down his back, and to his ass where he squeezes.

“That’s how you want it then, huh?” Carlos says, his fingertips just grazing over TK’s entrance.

TK shivers, gripping the sheets tightly. He can feel Carlos move away and he turns his head slightly as Carlos leans over and grabs what he needs from the nightstand.

Carlos coats his entrance and TK’s eyes roll closed at the sensation as Carlos very clearly slips a finger inside him.

TK trembles hard, so keyed up he is now. Carlos’ other hand rubs smoothing circles on his lower back.

“I’ve got you,” Carlos murmurs and TK has no doubts there. He never has when it comes to Carlos.

TK pulls in a steadying breath, relaxing his body and thrusting back against as Carlos works his finger in and out of him. Carlos adds a second and TK grinds against them both. He whimpers and sighs as Carlos works him open, fingers twisting and curling inside him until he’s wide enough.

“Ready for me?” Carlos asks in a voice that makes TK’s toes curl.

“Please,” he practically begs.

Carlos drops a kiss against his back. Carlos is only away from his body for a brief moment to put the condom on but TK is so eager it feels like a lifetime until he feels Carlos lining himself up to his entrance.

Carlos secures an arm around his waist as he pushes in, his hand instantly landing on TK’s cock and stroking steadily.

Blood pounds hard in TK’s ears as Carlos tends to him, his body overrun with competing sensations. Carlos is everywhere at once and it drives TK crazy in the best way.

He knows he won’t last long with how riled up he is but he still relishes in the man’s ministrations. Carlos’ thrusts are sharp and precise against his prostate. Each crash pushes him closer to the edge.

TK turns his head and kisses Carlos as he drives in deeper, one hand in the man’s hair gripping tightly. Carlos’ arm remains secure around his waist, his other hand still pumping hard against TK’s shaft.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Carlos growls in his ear. “I can feel it. Such a good boy, TK. So goddamn good. Come for me.”

TK’s eyes shut and he comes hard in his fist, completely coating Carlos’ hand and the sheets. Carlos doesn’t let up, only managing to drive in deeper, his hand relentless against TK’s length.

TK kisses Carlos through the aftermath, tongue ensnaring the other man’s.

Carlos releases him only when TK is spent and TK turns then, mouth never leaving Carlos’ as he pulls the man down on top of him. Both hands come to rest on either side of Carlos’ face and TK savors the feel of their mouths working in tandem until he can no longer breathe.

He breaks away and catches his breath, skimming his hands down Carlos’ arms and to his hands. He laces their fingers in a move that feels far more intimate than what this night is supposed to be about. But Carlos doesn’t seem to mind as he gives his hands a gentle squeeze and brushes his thumbs across his knuckles.

TK looks over at the clock. 11:36, it reads almost cruelly.

Twenty four minutes until the deal is done.

Carlos must be following his gaze as he says, “Time’s running out.”

TK fights the urge to sigh. He pulls his attention back to Carlos above him, finding the man already looking at him. He can’t quite read Carlos’ expression but he’s too afraid to ask what’s on his mind. Instead he opts to keep this light between them.

“This must’ve been what Cinderella felt like,” TK muses.

Carlos laughs, his whole expression changing.

“Well, before the carriage turns back into a pumpkin, what do you say to a shower with me? I’ll get you cleaned up and take you home.”

“Yes to the shower, definitely. But it’s late. You don’t have to drive me. I could just request a Lyft.”

“What are friends for, right? Besides, I’d feel a lot better taking you myself, knowing that you’re safe. Like you said, it’s late.”

TK feels something twist in his gut at the word friends. Whatever they are, it’s much more than that, even if TK can’t define it. He can see that and admit it, only to himself.

Instead he focuses on the offer being made, the obvious and genuine concern Carlos has for him. For a moment it makes him wonder what he’s so hesitant about in the first place. But he’s reminded with the warm smile Carlos offers him now.

It’d be so easy to break a heart as good as Carlos’. He’s already come so dangerously close after that disastrous dinner. He knows how lucky he is that Carlos is even giving him this chance now. He’d aired out secrets he hadn’t even thought he’d be willing to share. Dark truths that could have easily sent Carlos running in the opposite direction.

But he sees something in him worth sticking around for and for that reason, ironically enough, he can’t let Carlos get too close. Friendship is all he can offer right now and all TK can do is pray that it continues to be enough in time.

TK searches his eyes and nods.

“I’d like that, thank you.”

“Of course; any time.”

Carlos’ right hand breaks free of his hold and TK sighs softly as Carlos’ fingertip traces along his jawline and to his bottom lip. TK holds his breath as Carlos looks at him before the man leans in.

He kisses TK so deeply it pushes every other thought from his mind now. Every concern about what the road ahead looks like, every fear he’s going to find a way to ruin this in the long run.

He’s got twenty minutes left to kiss Carlos with no filter, to hold him close. If there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that timing is everything. He won’t let so much as a second of tonight go to waste.

#911smutweek #tarlos #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #ronenrubinstein #pragmaticoptimist34 #userthai #useralie #bellakitse #usernicholas #userjilly #userbones #tuserpaige #kimmy writes #idk who wants to be tagged in this or not so lmk and I'll add or remove accordingly!

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takeyourhedicine · 3 years

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Could Just Something Go Right? By tastefullytightpants

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.9k

“Um, Eddie? Could you… can you stay here? Like, for the night?” Buck practically whispered, not daring to speak louder than that, as if he was somehow scared that he would scare Eddie away.

Or, injured and recently-dumped Buck is feeling sorry for himself and refusing any help, so Maddie sends Eddie over to sort things out. Turns out that have a lot to sort out.

My first Buddie fic, written just in the nick of time for @911x911lonestarsmutweek Day 7

#911smutweek #911 #911 fox #911 on fox #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my fic

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firefighterthirst · 3 years

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In place

(@911x911lonestarsmutweek: Day Two)

Eddie can't close his legs.

He's overwhelmed, overstimulated, and lost count somewhere around his third orgasm of how long Buck has had him in their bed, wringing every ounce of pleasure out of him that he can manage.

The spreader bar is new, just purchased within the last few days, and Eddie has been desperate to try it ever since. He doesn't know what he expected. Buck has a sadistic streak a mile wide that only comes out when Eddie begs him for it. He should've known it would be something that makes it feel like his brain is shutting down.

With his hands bound, legs spread, and Buck's hand on his waist pinning him down, he has no outlet for the overwhelming sensations firing on all synapses. All he can do is take it. He's sure that he's crying, and probably has been for a while.

"You're doing so well," Buck praises, still holding the vibrator firm against Eddie's cock. It had felt like a lot even before coming so many times, and by now, it's borderline painful in the best kind of way. "Just one more for me, baby. You can do that for me, right?"

Of course Eddie nods. He'd do anything for Buck, he thinks, and that's not limited to just their sex life. He loves him, and it's that which makes all of this possible. So he takes a deep breath and tries to relax. It's not easy. He tries though, for Buck.

He squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on the stimulation. It's too much. But he does it, and feels the pleasure build this one final time. His moans are interlaced with sobs and incoherent pleading. All the while, Buck keeps the vibrator in place until Eddie's back arches off the bed and he screams as he finishes for the last time, not a single drop of cum escaping his cock.

It feels like his orgasm lasts forever, only ending when Buck finally turns off the toy and sets it aside. Buck makes quick work of the restraints until Eddie is free to cling to him and bury his face in the crook of his neck, still shivering.

#buddie #911 #911 on fox #911smutweek #evan buckley #eddie diaz #mm #bond.#overstim.#vibe.#smut #minors dni #18+

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lovelessmotel · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, the prompt was for food play but i changed it a bit to fit my taste agdhdh, buckley diaz family being cute and domestic Summary:

“So you can’t eat dairy but you’re jealous of some ice cream? Is that a kink I don’t know about?”

“Oh shut up.”

(For day 4 of 911 Smut Week)

#911smutweek #buddie #wow i am posting this LITERALLY right before work agdhdj i am a master #i hope yall like it!!

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cowlos-reyes · 3 years

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To Repaint and Repaint (and repaint every day)

Writer’s Choice! Do what you will within reason, we trust you.

Written for day 7 of @911x911lonestarsmutweek

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Marriage Proposal, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Sex, Crying, Fluff, Spooning, Anal Sex, Dorks in Love, Cuddlefucking, no beta we die like Tim Rosewater, Implied/Referenced Suicide

A quiet moment, an empty house, and a surprise.

(Or: the one in which Carlos Reyes chooses not to break TK Strand.)

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As quietly as he can, TK opens the door to the house and slips inside. Buttercup is, as always, laying next to the door, waiting to greet him with as many kisses as he can muster.

It's dark and silent, aside from the whirring of the fridge, and he takes a moment to breathe. The house is always hectic- Mateo is still crashing with his dad, and he and Carlos have had little luck in finding a fitting house, or apartment, or condo, or anything since the fire. No one has the same schedule anymore, either- someone's always coming or going, and he's barely gotten enough time alone at home with Carlos to get their hands in each other's pants, let alone get each other off.

He hugs Buttercup tightly, nose buried in his fluffy coat, and breathes in the (paraben, sulfate, and gluten free, all organic, probably keto) citrusy cologne that his dad insists on spraying on the dog. After a moment, he stands up and gives Buttercup a few more scratches, before heading to the bathroom, even as Buttercup whines like he’s been neglected all his life.

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#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911smutweek #911ls fic #nsft

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lesbianbuck-archived · 3 years

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Buck’s new guilty pleasure snack is pre-packaged tubs of vanilla icing. Eddie doesn’t think anything of it (except that Buck is going to get cavities) until Buck gives him the look that means I’m imagining us having sex with this, and Eddie has never been one to turn down Buck’s mouth on him.

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#911smutweek #911 fox #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #siren scribes #this was not supposed to be as soft as it ended up being but oh well!

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frizzlenox · 3 years

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Some quick Chocolate Covered Buddie smut.

For @911x911lonestarsmutweek Day 4: Food of choice, chocolate, whip cream, ice cream, etc, anything your heart desires.

#911 smut week #911smutweek #buddie smut #buddie fic #fanfic

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artsoupsoupart · 3 years

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911 Smut Week: Turn Blue

Day 2: Day Two: Handcuffs, sex toys, anything you want to incorporate into a pwp and/or have a plot too.

A/N: I’d like to apologize bc these prompts are gonna be SO late lol. But I’m committed to finishing these and Madney Week lol

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Maddie Buckley is a goddamn tease. It’s a fact that Chimney has developed a love for over the past few months as they’ve grown closer as a couple. Sure, she’s boosted his ego many times by letting him know he’s better at it than she is. And he is. But still, Maddie is learning and exploring, and she has her talents. She’s sneaky and calculative, striking as though she’s a lioness and he’s her unsuspecting prey. Maddie doesn’t have to necessarily do or say anything to get the man riled up. She’s a woman of few words but the look in her eyes and the sway of her hips always tells him exactly what he needs to know about the game she’s formulated in her mind.

Maddie has been tempting him for the past seventy-two hours. Her kisses before either of them leaves for work are slow, deep, filled with a heated passion that makes him want to call out sick and focus on only her and her body and her pleasure. Her touch lingers against his hips and waist and biceps. She has pressed against his chest more than once, sometimes braless so her pebbled nipples can be felt through their clothes. At the karaoke bar the night before, Maddie had let her hand, which had been not so innocently on his thigh the entire night, trail up towards his crotch, a perfectly painted nail tracing over the zipper as he hardens under her touch with their friends and coworkers singing and drinking away, little words being whispered into his neck that send a shudder through him and his ears blaze red. It took everything in him to not drag her to the restroom and show her exactly what she does to him. And still, she did not give him the release he so desperately needed last night. Maddie Buckley is a goddamn tease, and she sports this devilish smile with confidence because she knows the affect she has on him.

When they’re finally free from the constraints of work and siblings and friends and have the opportunity to simply indulge in one another, her torture (because that’s exactly what this is no matter how much he enjoys it) begins with Chimney stripped bare and put on display for her on the couch like a five-star meal or perhaps precious jewels. She truly has Chimney practically drooling at the sight in front of him: tanned skin beneath simple but lacey black underwear, her curled hair long and flowing along her shoulders. The heels. That’s what really has Chimney’s breath stuttering. The heels she has on are tall and a deep blood red. He has half a mind to blurt out that she could do absolutely anything to him as long as the heels stay on. But this isn’t his game, it’s hers and she’ll refrain from giving him what he needs if he oversteps.

She takes a few steps forward and leans down close to him, a millimeter away and he can feel the heat radiating from her entire body. Or perhaps it’s his. Maybe both. Both is good. His eyes drop to her cleavage and his eyes glaze over in lust as her lips press to his in a bruising kiss. Chimney reaches up to place his hands on her waist, her hips, her breasts, anywhere he can reach but they’re instantly slapped away. She clicks her tongue as if scolding him, her lips trailing along his jaw to his ear which she takes between her teeth before she whispers in his ear, “No. Touching.”

The order is more for her own good than his because as soon as his hands get to explore familiar paths, she loses her resolve and lets him have his way with her. She doesn’t want that though he’s sure she would have no problem prolonging his torture for another day.

When his hands move back to the couch, he wants to curse because there’s nothing to hold on to as Maddie says, “good boy”, and her lips begin their descent down the column of his neck. She stops at his Adam’s apple for a moment, nipping and chuckling as it bobs up and down when he thickly swallows. He’s cute like this, needy like she normally is and as ready as ever. It’s been a fun few days of seduction, of mentally edging him until she could do so physically. Her tongue swirls around his surprisingly sensitive nipples, enjoying the way he squirms beneath her lips before she trails down washboard abs. Maddie sits on a fluffy pillow on the floor between his legs, eye level with his erection. He’s sure he sees absolute lust on her face and something else that is commanding and dominant and, God, he wants her to get it over with so he can bury himself within her. Long nails scratch at thighs that tense under their pressure. His hands clench into fists and for a moment Chimney wonders if he can keep his arousal at bay.

“I want you to last as long as you can, Chim. Can you do that for me?”

She says it so innocently yet so… sensually and his mind briefly fogs as his imagination runs. He doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to stave off his orgasm because he needs her more than he thinks he’s ever needed anyone before. But he will. He will because it’ll be worth it in the end. Chimney nods, swallowing again, his mouth dry with want.

“Use your words,” she scolds as her head tilts, and she raises a brow.

He has to tell himself to play her game, to be compliant, maybe a bit subservient because it’ll be worth it. What’s to come (and his revenge) will be absolutely glorious. “I can do anything for you.”

That’s exactly what she likes to hear. She leans her head against his thigh, her nose just shy of pressing against his erection. The amount of blood rushing to his dick truly has him a bit lightheaded. Maddie isn’t sure if he’s been this aroused by her before, but she makes a mental note to tease him more often if this is the response she’ll receive. Pearly teeth dip into her lip as the pad of her finger runs over a thick, throbbing vein. This beautiful cock that is hers to please and use twitches beneath her touch. Maddie internally swells with power. She breathes him in, the scent heady, musky, and masculine, so uniquely Chimney that it makes her mouth water.

For what seems like forever, she simply touches him. Her fingers are featherlight. The point of her nose joins her fingers every now and then and that’s something he never knew would make the fire in his gut blaze so bright. She avoids the tip, the most sensitive part of him besides his heart, though it’s been dripping precum for almost as long as she’s been touching him. The thick drops trail down his shaft aiding in the sensations of lithe digits that have barely touched him. He can do this, it’s not that bad. That’s the lie he tells himself. It’s hell because he wants her to fully use her hands or her mouth or anything and relieve him of the pressure that is teasingly building.

When her tongue pokes out for the first time to run against the vein, from base to just before his bulbous mushroom head, all the air is knocked out of Chimney’s lungs. He has half a mind to beg, but he knows it won’t work. Maddie is stubborn, if him begging would have worked, he would have been deep within her days ago. Still avoiding his tip, she flattens her tongue against his shaft. It’s not much for sensations, but the visual of her licking him like the best ice cream cone is enough for his heart to beat a little faster in anticipation.

After a few more minutes, Maddie catches his gaze, grinning at the stress of his brow and the way his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. “Too much?” she asks.

Chimney stares back at her, shakes his head before audibly saying no. His girlfriend pats his leg before leaning away to shuffle through the bin under the coffee table, the bin that’s mostly used for random magazines that arrive in the mail and the remote. His darkened eyes land on the bottle of lubricant, one of many in their collection that she must have placed there earlier. Chimney lets out a strained groan which gets a laugh out of his girlfriend. Their collection of flavored lube is growing, and it seems Maddie has chosen chocolate cherry, one of her favorites. The liquid, though cold, drips onto his throbbing tip and Chimney lets out the most delicious groan. Maddie almost takes pity on him. Almost.

Her hand, covered in a bit of lube as well, wraps around the base of his erection and she begins stroking in long passes. Her eyes barely leave her handiwork, watching as he glistens. Maddie adjusts, moving to kneel on the pillow instead of sit, watching as he still drips for her. Ever the tease, she presses a kiss to a gooey droplet on the very tip, the taste of him and the lubricant deliciously mingling. Chimney’s entire body shudders and he lets out a groan when she licks at his head. With this reaction, Maddie herself can’t do much more teasing. She wraps her lips around his head, sucking and sucking in time with the stroke of her hand. She keeps this up before opening her mouth to him, drawing him in as deep as she can. Brown eyes that she loves so much roll back as he tenses and tries to relax in her mouth and Maddie attempts to stifle a laugh. The vibrations shoot through him, and his hands squeeze at the couch cushions. It would be so easy to chase the sensations that the warmth of her mouth brings. It would be so easy to let himself tense and tense and tense until he explodes in the back of her throat. There wouldn’t be anything she could do about it if he does, though he’s sure she’d disapprove and who knows what punishment that would bring him. Instead, Chimney attempts to think about anything other than the way her tongue swirls around the head of his dick. Anything other than the feeling of him being drawn down her warm throat as far as she can take it.

It takes everything in Chimney to stop her when he feels his orgasm truly begin to build. He can’t take more, he thinks. He wants to be inside of her when he releases for her. He’s been flirting with the brink of release for at least two hours when she twirls the silicone ring around her finger just in his line of view. Chimney groans and that devilish smile of hers returns. Chimney has no problem with getting hard, staying hard, or stamina. But the couple of rings they bought really add to their pleasure, allowing Chimney to draw out more of Maddie’s beautiful orgasms. Their eyes meet as her underwear falls to the floor. It takes just a second and she slips the ring around the base of his cock, her desire growing just as his erection does right before her eyes.

“Feel alright?” she asks, not wanting him to be uncomfortable in the slightest.

He nods, clears his throat before choking out a yes as the ring squeezes against his base. It feels good, but it feels even better when Maddie straddles his lap and sinks down on him, grateful they read the ingredients to the lube before purchasing and delighted at the way his face contorts and his breath catches in his throat. She takes him, inch by inch. Chimney isn’t necessarily long, probably somewhere slightly above average in length but girthier than most. The ring emphasizes his width, has her pressing her mouth to his to stifle the guttural moan the leaves her throat as she adjusts. There’s nothing for him to grab and Maddie hasn’t told him he can touch yet, so he chooses to stuff his hands between the cushions to counteract the way her walls clench around him.

Maddie focuses on herself for the most part, rocking her hips in a way that feels good, but it doesn’t stop Chimney’s own pleasure from building on its own accord. Chimney’s head falls back to the couch, and he simply watches her, watches her erotic scene of him disappearing and reappearing between them. He wants to touch her. He needs to touch her or do something with his hands beside clutch onto plush cushions. She’s sexy, exceedingly sexy with her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side. Her tongue pokes out to lick her lips. When her eyes open, his girlfriend, his beautiful, talented, wonderfully evil girlfriend adjusts once more, one foot propping up for leverage. The change in angle is just what she needs if the rapid sounds of her moans are any sign, and it allows for him to press in just the perfect spot to draw out every single ounce of pleasure he can.

It’s when his hands move to the back of the couch to ground himself in reality that she takes them and moves one to her still covered breast and the other to her ass, giving him permission. It’s as though Chimney comes alive at being able to touch her. His own talented fingers draw the cup of her bra down, teeth nipping at the skin of her breast before he pulls her nipple into his mouth until it’s erect. She clenches around him with every suck of his mouth. His other hand kneads and palms at her ass and it’s as though he hasn’t touched her in years. They find their rhythm easily, slow at first because Maddie isn’t quite done teasing yet. She can’t last long. She’s been dripping wet for as long as he has and the way he reacts to her, the way he wants so desperately to please her has that metaphorical rubber band close to its snapping point. Maddie watches as he goes doe-eyed for her, and she knows he’s close.

“Is that all you can take, baby?” her hips don’t stop their movement as she asks him, and he nods. She tuts again, her hips rocking in time with her own command. “Use. Your. Words.”

“Yes, Maddie. Fuck, Maddie it’s all… I can’t…” His hands dig into her waist, hard enough to bruise as their pace increases, but she welcomes the minute pain as she climbs the ladder of her own desire once more.

Ever the pleaser, Chimney grunts through his own arousal. He removes one hand from her waist to find her clit, stimulating her both inside and out until she’s panting and letting expletives of her own fall from plumped lips. His thrusting hips match his circling fingers and she’s so close, her toes curl in excitement.

“Howie,” she draws out his name as she begins to pulse around him in her own release.

Maddie leans forward, wraps her arms around his neck and presses her lips to his ear and tells him to make her come, to come inside of her while he does it, as deep as he can, as much as he can. Her words are a catalyst to his orgasm, sending him over the edge he’s been on for hours. Hearing him cum for her is the most satisfying sound. Feeling him thrust into her until he’s done is just as spectacular. Maddie could get drunk off the way her name sounds as it’s stretched through moan after moan of his pleasure.

When their hips slow and they catch their breath, Maddie presses her lips to his. He’s a vision as his eyes droop. He’s exhausted in the cutest way. She slips from him, slips the ring from around his dick. They’ll need to clean themselves and the toy up before getting into bed. With one hand, Maddie pulls a still dazed Chimney from the couch and all but drags him to the bathroom for a nice, soothing bath, both of their legs jelly and their lust for one another satisfied. For now.

#911smutweek #madney #maddie buckley #howie chimney han

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loveistherootofhappiness · 3 years

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Subpar smutting continues...

Ship: Bathena Rating: M//E Word Count: 3832

Day 2: Handcuffs, sex toys, anything you want to incorporate into a pwp and/or have a plot too. ;)

Summary: “Oh honey, I’m not torturing you,” she placed a finger under his chin, “unless, you want me to.” Set in the Marriage Is… universe (do not have to read that to understand this, I just included a few small details in the beginning from there). --- Small preview: As he pushed open the door, the first thing he noticed were candles illuminating the room in a soft glow. Giving the room a quick scan, his wife was still no where to be seen. His ears picked up on the soft music playing. The bed, made, with a folded white towel sitting in the middle of it. He turned towards the dresser, setting the bottle of chocolate down, he spotted a bucket of ice with Sparkling Cider in it, two glasses, and a bowl of strawberries. “What are you planning, Athena?”

“You’ll soon found out.” The sultry rasp of his wife’s voice reached his ears from behind him, sending a shiver down his spine.

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#911smutweek #bathena #bobby x athena #athena grant #bobby nash #911 fanfic #the best things happen after dark #fanfic writing hell

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firefighterthirst · 3 years

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Firehose

(@911x911lonestarsmutweek Day Seven)

When Eddie found out about Buck's old nickname, he figured it was the usual posturing and exaggeration that pretty much every man overseas was prone to. What he didn't expect was for it to be a rather apt nickname. He feels it when they're making out. Buck's bulge is warm and firm and definitely not small where it presses against Eddie's hip, and when their kisses turn to Buck's lips on his neck and dirty grinding, Eddie is almost a little too eager to get his hand on Buck, or even his mouth.

He slips his hands under Buck's shirt, starting at his hips but gradually exploring, giving him the chance to feel all those gorgeous muscles he's had his eyes on since the first day he started at the 118. It's hard to believe this is really happening. After everything, Buck is his best friend, and Eddie might love him as more than that, and now they're here, about to have sex.

Before he knows it, they're practically ripping each other's clothes off. Every inch of skin Eddie reveals is treated to kisses and bites from Buck, leaving little pink marks in his wake. Eddie wants to return the favor. At some point, he will. But right now, Buck is pinning his hips to the mattress while he sucks a hickey onto Eddie's thigh and he doesn't exactly have the leverage to do anything but lay there and let him. He tries not to touch himself, afraid that it'll end to soon if he does.

"Hurry up," he whines.

"You're so impatient," Buck teases, but pulls back to help Eddie out of his boxers anyways.

Then Buck takes off his own boxers, and Eddie might actually start drooling. Firehose isn't far off. Buck is long, and fucking thick. With a dick like that he could make a fortune in porn. And when he kneels in between Eddie's spread legs to grind against him again, no clothes in the way this time, Eddie realizes that by comparison, he looks almost small- which he knows he's not.

"Holy shit," he manages. "Christ, Buck, you're fucking hung."

Buck smirks at him. "Got to get my confidence from somewhere, right?"

"Quit being cocky and fuck me already."

They both giggle at the choice in words, but Buck actually does get the lube from his nightstand. Once he pours some onto his hand, he takes his time warming it up. It's such a Buck thing to think about. Eddie's heart melts in the few moments it takes for Buck to determine it warm enough to touch him.

Buck starts with just one finger. It's not Eddie's first time, but it's definitely been a while, so he appreciates that Buck moves slow, even with just one finger inside him. He takes a couple deep breaths to relax before Buck leans back over him to kiss him as a distraction. It works. Eddie relaxes more as Buck kisses him breathless, to the point that Buck is able to add a second finger relatively soon, and then a third after that.

It's at that point that Buck decides to prove that his experience is worth something. He curls his fingers, feeling around until he finds Eddie's prostate. Eddie arches off the bed with a choked moan at the feeling. Having found it, Buck attacks the spot mercilessly, hitting it with every thrust of his fingers. Eddie has never come untouched, but he thinks he gets pretty fucking close just from this.

He turns his head to the side to break the kiss. "Please, Buck, just fuck me already."

Buck kisses his cheek as he pulls his fingers out. He pours a little more lube on his hand to spread it over his cock, giving Eddie the chance to have a mini freakout that it won't fit. Of course he knows that it will- he's been on the internet, he knows the human body can take a lot- but there's that split second where he wonders if it'll be too much.

All thoughts soon leave his head, however, as Buck presses the head of his cock against his hole. He uses one hand to guide himself, and the other to push at one of Eddie's thighs until it's pressed against his torso. Eddie feels held open, exposed, but in the best kind of way. Then Buck starts to push in. He's deliberately slow about this too, taking a few long seconds just to get the head inside.

Eddie throws his head back against the sheets and fucking whimpers. Already it feels like so much, and there's still a lot to go. "Hey, hey, breathe, Eddie," Buck soothes. "Just breathe. You can do it. Let me know when I can keep going."

He allows himself a few more seconds to do as Buck instructed before giving him the go ahead. Millimeter by millimeter, Buck pushes his cock into him, and it feels like it never fucking ends. Just when Eddie thinks there can't possibly be more of him, there is.

But finally, he feels Buck's hips pressing against his ass and he sobs in pleasure. It's so much. He's surprised that when he looks down, there isn't a visible bulge in his stomach from Buck's dick inside him. Actual tears are leaking from his eyes, but Buck thumbs them away before kissing him again. He's so loving, so caring, so perfect. Eddie loves him so much.

"You can move," he finally says.

Buck starts off slow, gently rocking in and out of Eddie to let him get used to it while his own dick leaks a steady stream of precum onto his stomach. Like he's just remembered, Eddie curls a hand around it and strokes himself in time with Buck's careful thrusts.

Gradually, Buck speeds up, but Eddie can tell he's still holding back. Buck looks beautiful like this, with his bottom lip between his teeth and a bright reed flush on his cheeks, and Eddie wants to give him the world. He also wants to get fucked right.

"C'mon," he encourages. "Fuck me, Buck. You can do better than that."

"Are you sure?"

Eddie smiles at him. "I'm sure. Give it to me, Firehose."

The nickname makes them both laugh. As Eddie's still grinning about it, Buck pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in hard. The smile drops off his face in an instant, replaced by an expression of pure ecstasy. Buck does it again, and again, giving to him hard and ramping up in speed until he's fucking Eddie like a Goddamn machine. It shouldn't be possible for someone to be so hot, have a massive dick, and know how to fuck a person within an inch of their life like this.

"Fuck, Eddie," Buck moans, grabbing Eddie's other leg to push it up as well, nearly bending Eddie in half. The position lets him get deeper though, as if that was even possible. Eddie can't form a single coherent thought as Buck fucks him so hard the bed keeps slamming into the wall. "You're taking it so well, Eddie, fuck. You're perfect."

Eddie loses the concentration required to touch himself and just gathers the sheets in his fists, holding on for dear life as he gets fucked like he never has been before. Surprisingly, he's really fucking close. Maybe he can come untouched. If anyone can make him, of course it would be Buck.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he warns.

That only serves to encourage Buck to fuck him harder, which Eddie didn't know he even could. Helpless moans are driven out of him with every perfect thrust against that spot inside him that makes him lose his mind. Eddie thinks he might forget how to breathe.

Just like that, he comes, the orgasm so intense that every muscle locks up and his cum manages to reach all the way up to his fucking neck. Buck makes a strangled sound and pushes in hard one final time, emptying himself inside Eddie.

They stay like that for a moment, catching their breath, before Buck pulls out. He shushes Eddie gently when he whines from oversensitivity before collapsing on the mattress beside him.

#buddie #911 #911 on fox #911smutweek #evan buckley #eddie diaz #mm #smut #18+#minors dni #anal.#fingering.#size.#praise.

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lovelessmotel · 3 years

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wrote some season 2 henren for @911x911lonestarsmutweek !!

Day One: A scene from the show that you think should have added a sex scene before cutting, or a gap filler to what you think should have been there.

(yes my big brain is saying that what the season 2 finale needed was hen and karen sneaking away at the party, i am correct and im glad yall agree)

Hen is full of cake and joy and love; love towards her team, towards Eddie who is now officially a member of the 118, love towards her amazing wife.

They’re going to expand their family. They aren’t sure exactly how or when, but they’re going to.

She is always head over heels for Karen, but the last few weeks it’s been amplified, a kind of new found excitement that has Hen pulling Karen back into bed most mornings for a wake up that doesn’t require any coffee.

When Karen slips her hand into Hen’s at the party, it’s welcome. It’s warm and comforting, like being at home. When Karen gently tugs her away towards the private bathroom, Hen follows with a careful look behind her to make sure no one notices.

Hen’s locking the door behind them, falling into step with her wife as their lips fit together easily, a practiced rhythm that’s as natural as breathing.

They shuffle across the tiny room, Hen’s boots against Karen’s heels, and their is muffled laughter when they part.

“You’re excited today,” says Hen through a smug grin, pleased when Karen blushes high on her cheekbones.

“You know I love you in your dress uniform.” Karen slides her fingers into the belt loops of Hen’s pants. “You look so handsome.”

Hen preens ever so slightly at the compliment, allowing herself to be pulled back in. Karen's back is up against the sink now, Hen standing in between her legs.

It’s so easy for Hen to take Karen’s face in her hands, to lean in and kiss the taste of cake and sugar off of her lips. It’s slower than when they came in before, not as urgent. This is gentle and sweet, brief smiles in between each pass of their lips. Karen’s hands slide around to Hen’s waist, pulling her closer, fingers digging into the uniform.

Hen diverts from her wife’s lips, trailing onto her cheek and up to her ear lobe, back down to her neck, breathing deeply at the scent of her perfume. It’s light and fruity, an ornate bottle that sits on their vanity and only gets used for special occasions.

“You know what I’m thinking about,” says Hen in between the kisses that she places on Karen’s neck.

“Hmm?”

Hen smiles. “Our 5th date.”

Karen giggles, rolling her eyes at the memory.

A last minute night out because as Hen had said over the phone, “I can’t stop thinking about you”, and it had made Karen giddy, made her cancel her plans to have a chance to meet Hen after her shift.

A few drinks later and Karen was clicking the lock behind her in a single stall bathroom so she could get her lips on Hen and subsequently, never take them off.

“If I remember correctly Mrs. Wilson, you were the instigator that time.”

Hen releases her lips from her wife's neck, leaning back to look her in the eyes.

“I think you’re right. And that’s because you-“ She kisses Karen softly. “Drive me crazy. Still do.”

They’re kissing again, and Hen finds that she’s done with soft and sweet, pulling Karen’s bottom lip between her teeth and relishing in the stutter of her wifes breath.

Hands go around Hen’s neck and suddenly her whole world is Karen; Karen’s lips, Karen’s tongue, Karen’s skin. Skin that she needs to get her hands on right now.

Hen huffs against Karen’s lips, fingers fumbling with the buttons of her jumpsuit.

“Couldn’t have just worn a dress,” she mumbles.

As soon as Hen has the top of the jumpsuit open, she dips her hands inside, feeling the soft warm skin of Karen’s waist, her back, the smooth band of her bra. One hand massages at her waist, the other cupping Karen’s breast, slipping under the cup to gently press against her nipple.

Hen loves this, loves just relishing in the feeling of Karen’s body. The things that make her sigh and relax into Hen’s arms, the things that make her shiver. While her one hand keeps working at her chest, the other dips lower, nails teasing the skin above the band of Karen’s underwear.

“No rush,” says Karen, voice breathy, tilting her hips towards Hen. “But we probably shouldn’t be missing too much longer.”

“Needy,” teases Hen, and she’s rewarded with a smack on the arm for her troubles.

They’re both laughing again, trying and failing to keep quiet, until Hen stops it with another kiss.

They’re panting in no time, Karen pulling away to catch her breath as Hen’s hand wanders farther down down down.

Hen hums in Karen’s ear, reveling in the wetness that her fingers dip into.

“Karen.”

She is going to have to make this quick. They’ve already been gone a massively long time, but even without that Hen doesn’t think she could take it slow.

She loves long nights with her wife, laying her out on the bed and worshipping her like the goddess that she is, but right now she wants to feel Karen shake apart in her arms as quickly as possible.

It’s the excitement of being somewhere they shouldn’t, of being in Hen’s place of work, having sex while a party is going on just a few feet outside the locked door of the bathroom.

She slides a finger in, Karen letting out a soft “fuck”, nails digging into Hen’s arm. Hen can read her like an open book, has been able to for years, and knows soon enough when she’s ready for a second.

She’s slick and soft and warm, Hen’s fingers curling and pressing in a way that has Karen burying her face into the crook of Hen’s neck.

The angle isn’t great, isn’t what Hen prefers when she’s trying to get her wife off, but it’ll have to do for now.

She pumps her fingers, slowly at first, building up a rhythm that she knows Karen likes. In a perfect world, she’d be able to use two hands for this, and as she starts to remove her hand from Karen’s bra to do that just, she shakes her head.

“No no, keep it there.” Karen pulls harder at Hen’s arms, trying to get her closer, which might not even be possible. She’s pressed tightly between Hen’s body and the counter, and there’s no doubt she’ll feel a bruise on her lower back tomorrow because of it.

Hen obeys, hand massaging at her breast, thumb pressing at her nipple. Karen huffs, hips wriggling, and Hen does her best to get her brain firing on all cylinders so she can do two things at once.

Her fingers start working a little faster, palm grinding against Karen’s clit as she presses into her the way she likes it.

Karen’s always been sensitive, always quick to cum if she’s worked up enough (something that yes, Hen has exploited throughout their relationship) and it’s no exception now, her breath hitching as she gets closer and closer.

Hen’s hand is starting to cramp but she doesn’t think she could care less as she brings Karen to the edge, talking into her wife's ear, voice low and warm like honey.

“Karen baby you’re so good, feel so good.”

Karen whines, nails digging into Hen’s arm so hard that there’s sure to be little crescent moons left in her skin.

“Can’t wait to take you home, can’t wait to get you in bed. Gonna use the strap tonight, do you want that?”

“Fuck Hen, yes I-“

“Come on, go ahead I got you.”

Hen moves her hand faster, presses harder and she’s sure she’s got some of Karen’s makeup on her collar, lipstick on her neck, but none of that matters when she’s gasping, whining into Hen’s ear as she cums around her fingers.

Hen has a feeling that if she wasn’t holding Karen up against the sink, she’d be boneless, a fact she’s sure of when Karen practically melts into Hen’s embrace.

Hen presses a soft kiss to Karen’s forehead, removing her hands from the jumpsuit and slowly buttoning her back up.

Hen gently turns Karen around to face the sink and mirror so they can get cleaned up, and when they both see themselves in the mirror, they burst into laughter, their voices echoing off the tiled bathroom walls.

Karen, with smeared mascara and a hickey on her neck. Hen with swollen lips and her tie loose, glasses crooked on her face.

“Oh god-“ Hen wheezes out another laugh, doubling over into her wifes embrace.

Their laughter turns into giggles which turns into more kisses, and if there wasn’t a knock on the bathroom door, Hen has a feeling they could stay in there forever.

Hen clears her throat, Karen stifling new laughter with a hand over her mouth.

“Uh occupied! Out in a minute!” They hear footsteps walk away and Karen snorts, Hen nudging her in the middle with her elbow. She washes her hands and tightens her tie, deeming herself presentable enough for her coworkers. “Okay okay, I’ll go first, distract whoever's out there. Give you a minute to freshen up.”

“Sounds good to me.” Karen smiles, getting in one last kiss before Hen heads for the door. “Don’t miss me too much Mrs. Wilson.”

Hen winks, smoothing her tie against her chest. “Right back at you, Mrs. Wilson.”

Hen blows her wife a kiss and exits the bathroom, a skip in her step and the lingering feeling of her wifes kiss on her lips.

#henren #hen x karen #lets go lesbians lets gooooo #911smutweek

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