#he had to go ahead and remove every article of clothing above the waist

[azucarmorena97]

Come Through (Jungkook Love Story || Flashforward 1)

A sort of continuation of Jungkook's snippet in my "BTS As Cliched School Tropes" (which you can find here). I loved his part way too much to just leave it there. Let me know if you guys want more!

Prologue || _________________________

"Come Through and Chill" by Miguel and J.Cole

His hand grazes your chin, gentle fingertips lift your face upwards ever so slightly- just enough to reach his gaze. His voice is so low; almost an indiscernible vibration that tickles your eardrums, "Want to come in?"

The question is simple enough, and you've been dreaming of this moment from the second you laid eyes on him that very first day of ceramics class- and yet, you're not really sure how to respond. "I..." You hesitate, heart pounding madly in your chest. He gives you a soft smile, "You can say no if it's not something you're comfortable with. I promise, I won't get angry." It's as though in that instant, something clicks within you, and you're suddenly reaching out and balling the collar of his shirt into your fist as you pull him closer to you, closing the distance between your lips. Immediately, his strong hands are finding your waist, showing not a lick of doubt as he deepens the kiss. It isn't until you hear the click of the door shutting behind you that you realize he'd seamlessly removed one of his hands to open the door in the first place.

You expect for him to continue: to press you up against the door, rip every article of clothing off of you in one go- to greedily take you all for himself- but he surprises you by pulling away from the kiss, though his face remains centimeters from yours, his forehead resting against yours, "Are you okay?" He asks, eyes low, his nose gently pressing onto yours. You swallow your saliva, trying to sound as calm as possible, though you feel yourself practically bursting at the seams. "Yeah, are you?" "Yeah," he says simply, a small smile on his face. You smile back and then lean in to try to go back to the previous activity, but he takes a step back and leans his head to the side a bit- reminding you of a puppy, "Let me show you something." "Alright," You say, raising as brow at him. He grabs your hand and leads you through his very tastefully (almost bare) living room, and then down a short hallway. Your heartbeat picks up again as he opens one of the only two doors; a bedroom. Here we go. It's gonna happen. He lets go of your hand and walks in ahead of you, turning around to look at you. "Wow, you have a really nice room," You say, looking around at how spacious it is. Everything in its own place, save for a sketch pad haphazardly tossed onto his bed along with a tin box of art pencils. "What? No, this isn't what I wanted to show you- this is," He reaches over and grabs the large curtain, sliding it over to reveal floor to ceiling windows and a sliding glass door. Your breath catches in your throat as you lay eyes on the most beautiful cityscape you've seen in your entire life. You obviously knew his apartment was high up in the building but you'd never imagined he had a view like this. "Jungkook- this is beautiful." "Come on," He says, his smile enormous as he opens up the sliding door and grabs your hand again to lead you out. "It's even more beautiful face to face," He says. "You can say that again," You walk forward onto the balcony and lean against the railing. As busy and bustling as it is below, you find a certain peace looking at the tall buildings above- and all the sounds of the city become a low hum.

"I've wanted to show you this for the longest," He says, leaning forward like you, "I knew you'd appreciate it." "Of course I do, it's gorgeous. I'm sure you love seeing everyone's reactions," You smile, eyes fixed on the moon above. There's a small moment of silence after you say that, and when he finally breaks it, his voice is a bit sheepish, "I haven't actually showed anyone before..." "What?" You turn to look at him, dumbfounded by this revelation, "No one?" He shakes his head, "Nope." "Oh come on," You narrow your eyes at him, "So you're telling me you've never shown this to a girl before? Really?" "Why's that so hard for you to believe?" He laughs. "Jungkook. Come on. You can't be this oblivious to how attractive you are. If you think I'd ever believe that you don't date around-" "Look, I know I'm good looking, okay," He laughs, "I'm not trying to be one of those idiots fishing for an ego boost or anything- I know that a lot of girls are interested in me and everything but I just..." He shrugs, "I'm just not quick to trust, you know? And this space...is mine. Sacred. When I need a moment to myself, a moment to reflect and just be myself, I come here. I can't just let anyone in my space, girl" He nudges your shoulder with his, "So yes, you're the first."

"Wow..." You raise your eye brows in shock. And here you were thinking all men were just walking penises. He nods silently. A few more moments of silence. Comfortable, natural, blissful silence. And then...you feel the urge to finally say it. To be forthright with the one piece of information you weren't really planning on telling him. "I...I wanna tell you something," You say, beginning to pick at the slightly peeling paint on the railing. "Alright," He says, not looking at you, "Shoot." You feel as though your bottom lip might just burst from ho hard you're chewing on it, trying to gather the courage to spit it out, "I...I'm kind of a..." "A...?" He asks, smile forming as he becomes more impatient. "A virgin..." You finally say, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Another. Moment. Of silence. This time, agonizingly long. "Oh," He says, brows raising the way yours had only minutes before. "Yeah... I- I wasn't gonna say but I decided maybe it's better if I do. I- I'm sorry if you're not comfortable with that, I know people don't usually want to hook up with someone who doesn't know what they're doing so I get it if you're not interested, you know." You're babbling, which you often do when you're nervous. You can't help it. "Y/n, Y/n, slow down," He chuckles. "Sorry," This time, you're the sheepish one. "You know, I didn't bring you here to... 'hook up', as you so elegantly put it," He laughs. "You...didn't?" Had you read the situation wrong the entire time? "No- I mean, I knew it was a possibility but that's not why I invited you. I genuinely-" He stops himself and, even through the darkness of the night, you can see his cheeks a bit flushed. "You genuinely...what?" Your heart skips a beat, anticipating his next words. "I genuinely really like you and care for you- as more than a friend or a quick fuck. Like I really...want something with you." "You do?" You hoped he'd say that, of course, but deep down inside of you, you never really thought he would. You almost don't even believe he really said it in the first place.

"Of course," He says, turning to face you, his eyes low again like they'd been earlier. The way he looks at you- it's almost hypnotic. "I do too," You whisper, feeling the heat radiating off his body as he draws nearer and nearer. "Well then...I'm glad we're on the same page," He says, bringing his thumb and index finger back up to your chin to lift your face again. He presses his lips against yours again, though this time, his teeth take in your bottom lip, biting down and pulling gently- you feel your knees might give out at any moment. He smiles into the kiss, "Don't faint on me now," He moves from your lips down to your neck, your eyes rolling back at the intense sensation building between your legs whenever you feel his tongue on your warm skin. "I'll try," You say breathlessly, the sounds from the traffic below covering the small moans that escape your parted mouth. You turn your head slightly, eyes opening every now and then, each time, the buildings seem further and further away as your find yourself drowning in him.

The view really is so damn perfect.

#bts #jungkook #suga #jimin #jin #namjoon #angst #bts imagine #jhope #bangtan sonyeondan #bts x reader

[roswellwrites]

Kinktober Day 4 Fill - Sleepy Sex

Pairing: Brahms Heelshire/Reader (M/F)

Tags: Slasher x Reader, Brahms Heelshire x Reader, Brahms Heelshire, somnophilia, kinktober, kinktober 2019

Word Count: 2084

The first thing you became aware of as your body stirred itself into wakefulness was that you were no longer alone in the room.

You had been dealing with an unfortunate cold for the past few days, Brahms knew, but as you climbed into bed for the third time that week without giving him his goodnight kiss, he could feel any sympathy he might have had withering down to a sliver.

You had been neglectful of him as you recovered, purposely distant, something that annoyed Brahms to no end. Instead of following your usual schedule, you had chosen to ignore your chores and duties, confining yourself to your room, in bed and coughing as if you might decide to drop dead at any point.

Brahms smiled slyly under his porcelain mask as he thought of all the ways you would make it up to him soon enough.

He had entered your room through the main hallway, aware by now of every creaking floorboard, careful to avoid making any sound as he shut the door gently behind him. Brahms’s gray eyes strained in the dark, roaming the length of the room until they were able to make out the familiar shape of your bed, your body fully obscured by the ever present mountain of blankets.

His mask clinked gently against the top of your nightstand as he removed it, his eyes finding your face in the soft moonlight, as if making sure you were still sleeping before climbing fully into bed with you. The mattress creaked as he settled over your sleeping body, creaked again as he removed your heavy blanket, one knee on either side of your thighs now as his hands hovered precariously over your clothed chest. 

He had watched you take your cold medicine only a few hours ago and knew from experience that you were much harder to rouse while it was in your system. 

He intended to use this to his advantage.

Brahms lifted your sleep shirt slowly, hiking the fabric up until it rested just past the tops of your breasts. The larger man tilted his head at your sleeping form, biting back a mischievous giggle as he settled back against your thighs to watch the gentle rise and fall of your bare chest.

Just how far could he go without waking you, he wondered. 

His fingertips found the sides of your neck, squeezing gently, and he mused briefly at your vulnerability before his long fingers moved past the bunched fabric of your shirt. Brahms’s touch remained feather light as both hands found the swell of your breasts then, gentle at first, his gray eyes darting from the sensitive flesh under his palms to your dark lashes where they fanned delicately across your flushed cheeks.

Still you did not wake.

As if emboldened by this, he began to knead at your breasts in earnest, watching enthralled as your pliable flesh dimpled under his fingertips. He gave a sudden harsh squeeze, his palm flush to your hardening nipple, and your body gave a single restless twist beneath his spread thighs before once again falling still.

Brahms arced his back then, removing both hands from your breasts. He slipped one roving hand into the waistband of his pajamas, forcing the fabric down hurriedly as he pulled free the length of his cock. He began to groan softly as he worked himself in his hand, bowing his head low at the same time to drag the flat of his tongue across your hardening nipple. He wrapped his lips around the small bud, rolling it between his teeth playfully, so enthralled by the press of the delicate nub against his tongue that he did not notice when you finally did begin to awaken.

With a sleepy groan, you brought one hand to the back of his head, fingers burying themselves deep in his greasy curls as you pressed him closer to where you wanted him. You could feel him grin playfully against the sensitive flesh, mischievous but accommodating as he lavished it with his tongue and continued to suck.

You came to yourself slowly as pleasure flooded your system, groggy still from the medicine you had taken and not yet completely awake. “What time is it?” You moaned, turning your head in hopes of catching the numbers on the alarm clock on your nightstand. 

Brahms removed his mouth from you suddenly, catching your chin easily between his fingers and turning your head so your eyes found his. 

“Ah, ah,” the man teased, his voice high and childlike. “Eyes on me~”

You groaned, lifting one forearm to throw over your eyes as Brahms’s hand left his member and moved instead to your underwear, the thin fabric catching against your skin for a moment before sliding down your thighs. With your eyes covered, you completely missed the sly smirk on Brahms’s face as he brought the article of clothing briefly to his nose before tucking them away in the pocket of his sleep pants.

Brahms had the unfortunate habit of wanting to ‘play’ at the worst times, specifically times when you had a long day of chores ahead of you, or right now, right this moment, for example, while you were half asleep and struggling to fight off the unpleasantness of a cold.

You remembered taking your NyQuil the night before, remembered climbing under the cozy comforter that sat atop your bed before the medicine had fully taken hold, spending a half hour tossing and turning before you finally fell asleep.

Brahms, ever the opportunist, was quick to take advantage of your wandering mind, wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you up and away from the comfort of your remaining blankets.

You found yourself on top of him then, dizzy with the way he had used his bulk almost effortlessly to flip the two of you into opposite positions. Your hands found his chest, one hand carding through the dark thicket of his chest hair while the other remained still against the rise of his ribs, bracing yourself against him. 

Had he always been shirtless?

You blinked at him, groggy from sleep and the medicine you had taken that had not yet worn off, content for now on your perch above him as you allowed your hands to wander. The larger man, clearly pleased at the attention he was receiving, preened, allowed his body to relax under yours, his dark curls splayed across your pillows and his large hands spanning your hips.

Brahms, you had learned quickly, was the type to initiate and then sit back, happiest when you did all the work and did it without complaint. 

Your hand found the base of his length as it pressed against your lower stomach and you wrapped your fingers around it, a smug but tired grin crossing your face when the man hissed through his teeth at the action. You could feel his abdomen muscles flexing under your palm as you supported your weight and allowed a brief moment for your sharp fingernails to dig in, leaving painful looking indents on the man’s pliable skin.

The man tensed as you sank down, his head thrown back against your pillows as you lowered yourself onto his cock. The fit of him inside of you was snug but pleasant and you watched patient and unmoving as his exposed face cycled through various emotions. The scars that disfigured him were barely visible in the room’s near darkness and you found yourself staring with unfocused eyes though you knew the action could be construed as rude. 

“Move,” Brahms rasped finally, voice deep as his hands found your thighs.

“Ah, ah,” you laughed, your voice strained in your own ears as you attempted to mirror his attitude from earlier. “What’s the magic word?”

“Please,” he whined desperately, his hips giving single aborted thrust upwards before falling still beneath you again.

Wanting nothing more than to get this show on the road, you gave a soft sigh of pleasure as you began to move, hips rising and falling above his own. Your pace was slow, having discovered immediately that you lacked the energy for anything quicker. You inhaled deeply through your nose as you worked your hips against his, doing your best to ignore the pounding behind your eyes as it threatened to grow into a full blown headache.

Brahms, for the most part, was patient, something that surprised you at first given that he was one of the most impatient people you had ever met. He was usually so quick to force his hips flush to yours during sex, delving his fingers into the swell of your hips and working you against him for his own pleasure.

This continued for some time, the steady push and pull of your bodies as you rode him. There was no harsh slapping of skin on skin, just the smooth slide of your undulating hips and Brahms for the most part taking what he got without complaint, giving only the occasional sharp thrust when he suddenly found your pace too slow for his liking.

“Don’t you want to be a good boy for me, Brahms?” You whispered suddenly against his pale throat, lips and tongue finding the sensitive shell of his ear. Your tongue was soon replaced with teeth as you bit down, gently twisting the flexible cartilage in a way that had Brahms groaning under you, his hips stuttering upwards responsively to meet your own. You could feel his hands as they moved from your hips to your thighs, fingertips pressing so tightly to your bare skin that you feared they may bruise.

“Yesssss,” he moaned, his voice hovering strangely between a deep growl and the voice he used when he wanted something from you, high pitched and reminiscent of a child. “Please, please.”

You took one of his restless hands in your own, guiding it between your bodies and pressing his long fingers insistently to your clit. You arched your back, head thrown back and mouth dropping in pleasure as he began to work his thumb furiously against the small nub, the resulting assault of stimulation causing you nearly to cry out.

You waited for a few moments, your walls fluttering around his leaking member until his hips began to stutter beneath your own. With great restraint, you lowered your hand to find the base of his cock before he could press into you again. Brahms whined at this, hips rising insistently as they tried to meet your own, displeased as you prevented him now from thrusting back into your slick heat.

With a small grin, you began to pump your wrist along his length, quick even strokes that had Brahms arching off the bed with a soft gasp, any complaint he had dying on his lips. He came quickly after that, his fingers finding your wrist and squeezing hard, watching transfixed as his seed spilled over your delicate fingers.

You lifted your hand from his weeping cock, moving them so they hovered above his flushed face, dripping fingers spread tantalizingly as you pressed the digits to his spit slicked lips. “Open.”

Brahms opened his mouth immediately, obediently sucking your cum covered fingers into his mouth and lavishing them with his tongue.

“Good boy, Brahms,” you purred, brushing his dark greasy curls away from his forehead with your free hand. You pulled your fingers from his mouth then, reaching behind you to wipe the dampness on his striped pajama bottoms as you moved from your position over him. 

His arms came around your waist as you lowered yourself to lay beside him, shuffling backwards until your back was flush to his bare chest, his chapped lips finding the back of your neck and biting gently at the flesh he found there. You could feel the snaking of his palms as they moved to your thighs, dancing along your hips before traveling to your waist. Your shirt was still rucked up, setting atop your breasts and he took advantage of this, pinching one nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Brahms,” you said softly, the word ending on a sigh. Your eyes were already closed as you began to drift off to sleep. 

“Yes?” He asked, his voice slipping into its usual falsetto. You could feel as his hand stilled against your breast for a moment, moving as if to pull away before you lifted your own hand to meet it, pressing it again to your tender flesh. 

“Do what you want but don’t wake me up again, okay?”

You could still feel his mischievous smile against the back of your neck as you dozed off.

#slasher x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #somnophilia #kinktober #kinktober 2019 #roswell writes #that awkward moment when you find out youre actually SUPER into Brahms's gross ass

[dr0wning-in-hell]

Just the Right Way - Cisco Ramon

Summary : On one lazy night you and your boyfriend Cisco decide to stay in and watch movies and cuddle. When you grow bored of the film you move your body in just the right way to get Cisco going.

Word Count : 1.9k +

Warnings : smut, teasing, flustered!cisco, blow job, fingering, 

Pairing / Characters : Cisco Ramon x reader,

Prompt : “Do you take requests for The Flash still?? If so could I request a Cisco fic about him cuddling you all innocent until you shift juuuust the right way and brush him and he gets all hot and bothered?? Thanks in advance!” - anon

A/N : I’m going to try to post more, I’m so sorry i’ve been so inactive.

new masterlist | requests | prompt list

“Babe, hurry up! I’ll start the movie without you!” Y/N shouted to her boyfriend of two years who was taking such a painfully long time with the popcorn.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Cisco waved his free hand in the air, walking over to the couch his girlfriend was lounging on and sitting next to her. Cisco placed the bowl on the ground and pulled Y/N close to him, laying them on their sides so that he could spoon her on the couch. 

Y/N started the movie, one she truly did love, but today she wasn’t up for watching a movie, no, she had formulated a plan that morning to get herself and her boyfriend laid. As the couple watched the film she adjusted herself fittingly so that her ass was covering Cisco’s clothes crotch. If she move in just the right way, she’d be grinding her ass back on his covered cock and getting him hard in seconds. That’s exactly what she did. 

Moving around one last time she pressed her bum especially hard against Cisco’s pelvis and ground down just the slightest. She heard him hiss, his biceps flexing and squeezing her body just a little bit tighter. Y/N felt something poking at her ass, causing a smirk to grace her lips. Her plan had worked.

“Babygirl, what are you up to?’ Cisco growled into her ear, his hands moving down to her hips and pressing her against him even harder. 

“Nothing, baby,” Y/N looked back at him a little and smirked, “Why is something bothering you?” The look on Y/N’s face drove Cisco crazy. He knew that now she had planned this all along. In one swift motion he was on top of her, hands groping her body as she arched up into him for any sort of friction. 

“You planned this didn’t you?” He asked her, hands sliding under her shirt and removing it from her body. Y/N didn’t say anything, she just remained quiet as she bit her lip. “Come on now, speak up.”

Y/N tried to look as innocent as possible when speaking her next few words, “I may have planned it just a little.” Cisco chuckled his hands now yanking down her pajama shorts, leaving her in her lace panties and bra. The sight itself would have made Cisco cum right there in his jeans if he hadn’t already began to formulate a revenge plan of his own. It was his favorite pair of lingerie too, his favorite color against her skin, and the thin material hugging her just right to make his favorite parts of her body look even more extravagant. “Okay, maybe I planned it a lot.” 

“Well, you certainly know what you want, huh princess?” Y/N nodded, shivering slightly as his fingertips ran down the inside of her thigh and ghosted against her covered pussy. “Tell me, what do you want?” 

Y/N gulped, “I want you to eat me out, finger me and make me cum until I’m crying.” She breathed out, “And I want you to use your powers on me.” Cisco’s eyes looked up at her then, eyebrows quirked. 

“Such a naughty girl, huh? Well, I’I’ll give me princess anything she wants.” After easily discarding the last articles of clothing that Y/N was dress in, Cisco knelt down between his girlfriend’s legs and licked his lips at the sight of her dripping core. Before she could say anything to him he attached his lips to her her clit, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the soft nub. Y/N gasped, back reaching out for his long locks so she had something to hold onto. Cisco’s motions were precise, he knew what he was doing when he lapped at her folds, stuck his tongue into her aching entrance and then went back to her clit. The way she was already moaning his name meant that this was a going to be a long night ahead. 

“Mhm, baby it feels so good, fuck- keep going please.” Y/N begged, Cisco obliged, not even stopping when he pushed two of his thick digits into her core. The mewl that came from his lover’s lips was enough to keep him going. He fingered her hard and fast, curling his fingers every few thrusts and then scissoring them to open her up more. 

“So tight for me darling, I can’t wait to have this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock.” Cisco growled when he pulled away from her pussy, her juices streaking his lips and chin. Y/N was so close to cumming, she just needed a little bit more and she’d have reached her high. As she was about to warn her boyfriend he used his other hand to hover two fingers above her clit, and used his powers at their lowest level to send vibration after vibration to her bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck!” Y/N screeched, back arching high off the couch. She went to move away, the pleasure being almost too much, but Cisco kept her in place, going through with what she said about having him make her cum until she was crying. “Baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” She chanted, her hands gripping onto his hair even tighter as the coil in the bottom of stomach was about to snap. Cisco kept up with his actions, one hand sending vibrations to her clit, the other finger fucking her until she finally came undone around his fingers, body shaking as she came down from her high. 

Cisco gently pulled his fingers from her heat, her cum ran down his skin as he pulled them to his mouth and sucked them clean. “You taste like candy, my love.” Cisco hummed, “So sweet. You wanna taste?” Y/N nodded, still attempting to catch her breathe but she sat herself up and attached her lips to Cisco’s, their tongues molding together as they made out furiously. She could taste herself on his lips and his tongue, making her moan against his mouth. Y/N began to undress her boyfriend seeing as though he was still fully clothed. Cisco got up off the couch, breaking the kiss to remove his pants and boxers, releasing some of the tension on his straining cock. 

“Now it’s my turn, handsome.” Y/N pushed Cisco onto his back, the man made room for her between his legs so she could sit there comfortably. Y/N’s mouth watered as she stared at his throbbing dick. She couldn’t help but smirk because she knew that she was the cause of this. Reaching out, she took his length in her hand and began to pump him slowly, then she built up her pace as she lowered her head onto his cock. The warmth of her mouth had Cisco’s eyes rolling back. He always loved the way her mouth felt around him, obviously it was nothing compared to her pussy, but this was a close second. 

Y/N moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue as she sucked him off. Her head twisted with her movements, cheeks hollowing out to make it feel tighter for him. His hands pushed her hair into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide her head down on him. What Y/N couldn’t fit into her mouth she jerked off with her hand, making sure her head and hand were timed perfectly together. 

“So good, babygirl, doing so good.” Cisco moaned, “Love the way you work that beautiful mouth on me.” He involuntarily jerked his hips up, pushing what was left of his cock down Y/N’s throat. Through her gagging and the growing amount of tears in her eyes she took all of him in her mouth until he was cumming down her throat. She kept her head in one place, keeping his cock in her mouth and letting him gently face fuck her through his high. 

When Y/N pulled back Cisco was looking at her with utter love in his eyes. “I love you so damn much.” He breathed out. 

Y/N chuckled, “I love you too, now fuck me.” Cisco didn’t have to be told twice.  Pulling Y/N on top of him, her thighs straddling his waist, he reached behind her to grab hold of his still hard cock, and pushed it into her aching walls. The moan that left her mouth was enough to set Cisco on fire, his body burning with the need to fuck his girlfriend until she could no longer handle it. Y/N began to ride Cisco, her hips moving slowly as she tried to build up a good pace. With every slam of her ass coming down on Cisco’s thighs, he would thrust up into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

 “Gonna fuck you so good,” Cisco hummed, one hand on Y/N’s breast and the other on her ass so he could feel all of her, “Gonna make you feel so good.” Y/N had lost her momentum, allowing Cisco to take over from there as he fucked her hard and fast, and then slow and lovingly. 

Y/N loved the change in pace and aggression, it only egged on her second orgasm of the night.Y/N mewled out, head tilting back and eyes rolling back to their whites, “Love when you fuck me like this, feels so good.” Y/N panted. Cisco’s hand was coming down on her ass every time it made contact with his thighs, causing jolts of pain and pleasure to course through her body. Y/N was trembling, her orgasm already on the brink of making her explode, but she didn’t want to cum without Cisco. 

“You’re close, aren’t you baby?” Cisco asked as he rocked his ups once more. Y/N nodded, biting her lip as she leaned forward to leave sloppy kisses down Cisco’s neck, “Right there with you, love, cum all over my cock like I know you want to.” With just a few more heavy thrusts Y/N was convulsing around Cisco’s cock, body trembling as she quickly kissed his lips to try and steady herself. Cisco weaved his hands into her hair, pulling her impossibly closer as he stilled inside her and came in her warm cunt. The two were moaning into each other’s mouths, breathing heavily as they tried to calm themselves down. 

After a few minutes of lazy kisses and slow movements, Cisco pulled his cock from his lovers pussy, the mix of their seed slowly dripping from her core and onto her skin. “Well that was a surprise, wasn’t it?” Cisco laughed softly as he moved Y/N’s hair out of her sweaty face.Y/N hummed, smiling tiredly at her boyfriend, “Maybe for you it was surprise, but I planned it this morning. Knew I had to move in just the right way to get things going.” 

#the flash #the flash x reader #the flash x you #the flash x y/n #the flash imagine #the flash angst #the flash smut #the flash one shot #cisco ramon #cisco ramon x reader #cisco ramon x you #cisco ramon x y/n #cisco ramon imagine #cisco ramon angst #cisco ramon fluff #cisco ramon smut #vibe #vibe x reader #vibe x you #vibe x y/n #vibe imagine #vibe angst #vibe fluff #vibe smut #imagine #angst #fluff #smut #one shot #the cw

[lil-creatorwritings]

Payback [Mitsuhide Akechi]

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x MC (Natsuki) Word Count: 1922 words that are absolutely too thirsty, please pour cold water over me Warning: NSFW, of course. And some kinks, mainly dom!Mitsuhide. Or at least, I try? A/N: Ahh, well.. Last part! Finally, Mitsuhide gets to retaliate with all the teasing that I--er mean Natsuki--put him through. And maybe you guys as well? Dear God I hope I didn’t create some high wave of expectation with the previous two fics. *hides* Well click on ahead (at your own risk?) and I guess we’ll find out. For the record, Natsuki isn’t my OC, it’s @xathia-89 ‘s, and thanks for letting me borrow her again! Sequel to Turning Tables.

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The sexual energy in the room was palpable.

Mitsuhide wasted no time as he pulled her in for another fierce kiss. Slowly, he led her to the bedroom, careful to not walk too fast to keep her from tripping. He moved down, latching on her neck as he nipped at her skin, her fingers threading through silver locks.

Natsuki tried to focus on her steps, tilting her head back to expose herself to him. She’s been craving for him for so long, the need flaring up inside her as he grazed his teeth on her. A particularly rough bite made her take a sharp breath, tightening her grip. Mitsuhide’s tongue licked over the reddening spot, soothing the ache. The urge to keep biting and marking her was something he had to keep down for now.

She moaned softly and slipped her other hand between them, reaching for his belt. A firm hold on her wrist made her look at him before she was able to undo the buckle.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone playful.

“I’d like those pants off you. I want you right now.”

“Do you mean you want this?” He gripped her waist and grinded himself on her. A gasp tumbled out of her, feeling his clothed erection pressing against her. She wanted nothing more than to tug those pants down, slide her panties to the side and for him to take her..

“You’ve been quite a naughty girl, haven’t you? I don’t think you deserve to get a reward.”

Her attention snapped back to him, a pout forming on her face. “But I won the game.”

“Yes, but good girls don’t tease. And you haven’t been behaving today.” With a quick nudge, he pushed her down on the bed and hovered over her. The mischievous glint in his eyes sent a shiver down her back. “I think it’s time I punish you for that.”

Mitsuhide slid his hands along her arms, pinning them above her head. “You’re not allowed to touch me or yourself.”

She nodded her consent. He smiled briefly at her, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

He slipped the shirt over her, humming in approval as he undressed her. The photos did no justice to show how enticing she looked in lingerie, unhooking the front clasp of her bra with precision. Natsuki moaned as his warm hands cupped her breasts, thumbs lightly running over her nipples.

A firm tug made her jerk, bumping her hips up with his. He only grinned as he continued playing with her, rolling them between his fingers and giving them a short pull. His mouth peppered kisses along her shoulder, moving up to her neck, biting her harder than the first. She arched her back as she wrapped a leg around his waist, urging him closer.

He chuckled, his hot breath making her tingle. “If you behave like a good girl, I just might let you cum.”

One of his hands reached inside her shorts, slipping past her panties. He groaned at the wetness he found, her panties already damp. “It seems like you’re plenty wet again, even though I haven’t done much.” Mitsuhide teased her clit, making her clench with anticipation. He dragged his fingers down her slit, circling her entrance as he pushed two digits in with ease. Her hips jerked again, seeking more friction.

He flicked her clit with his thumb, curling his fingers deep in her. Natsuki squirmed under him as he started to move them. Her walls tightened, whimpering wantonly as he angled his hand, the next plunge hitting that sweet spot. Slipping a third finger in, he kept fucking her, grinding on her clit.

She could feel her orgasm approaching with just a few more thrusts. Noticing this, Mitsuhide quickened his pace, waiting for that telltale sign--oh how she pulsed around him needily, knowing that she was going to cum after a couple more. As soon as he heard the hitch in her breath, he abruptly pulled his fingers out. A distressed shout of his name made him smirk.

“Mm, I don’t think you deserve that yet.”

She let out a frustrated moan as he removed his hand, cleaning it with his tongue and savoring her taste. “Please..”

“Not yet.” His voice was gruff as he moved to stand. “On the floor, on your knees.”

Without another word, Natsuki followed his instructions, sliding off the bed and kneeling in front of him. With a soft clicking of metal against metal, his pants fell to the floor. She gripped the edges of her shorts as his boxers soon followed, admiring his well toned body from her view. One would argue that he looked nothing like a businessman, but some athlete or model for an underwear company. She bit her lip as he stroked himself, resisting the urge to replace his hand with her own.

“Open.”

And she happily obliges, opening up as the head of his cock slides in between her lips. Mitsuhide watched her take every inch of him, hissing as her tongue licked the underside. She moaned at the sensation of him filling her mouth, swallowing when he hits the back of her throat.

“That’s a good little mouse.” He softly encouraged, tangling his fingers in her auburn hair, as he started thrusting into her. “I’m sure you wish this cock was in your cunt, don’t you?”

The answer was plain on her face as she fidgeted, each push sending a dull pulse to her pussy. The thought of him taking her like this only fueled the fire, knowing that it would be well worth it if she was patient. She focused on him, wanting to see that beautiful expression of bliss on his face. Natsuki started to hum, making him groan louder.

“Oh I can tell, you want this, for me to fuck you this hard.” He gritted through clenched teeth, tightening his grip on her hair. She pursed her lips and sucked him like he was her favorite candy.

Mitsuhide tilted her head back, meeting those ravenous golden eyes. She knew--with the way his hips moved faster off rhythm, his moans becoming growls, even the pace of his breath--that he was close. His gaze was intense as he throbbed, watching as his release sent ripples of pleasure through his body. It took all of her self control to resist touching herself, shivering from his cum filling her mouth as she eagerly swallowed it all.

He let out a throaty chuckle, pulling out of her mouth completely. Cupping her cheek, he caressed her skin before patting the mattress with his other hand. Natsuki slowly sat on the edge of the bed, lying back down as he stood between her legs. “Now, let’s remove this, shall we?”

Reaching for the last articles of clothing, he stripped her of her shorts and panties. Discarding his shirt as well, she let her eyes roam over his naked body. His hands rested on her inner thighs, his thumbs drawing light circles on her skin. Moving closer, he teased her slit with the length of his cock.

“Ahh.. Put it in, Mitsuhide..”

“Hm? What was that?” he feigned hearing her, his hands travelling higher up her thighs.

Natsuki whined, tilting her hips up as he toyed with her clit using the head. He pinned her down with his hands and continued to nudged on the sensitive nub, making her moan. “Use your words, little mouse. What do you want me to put in you and where?”

“I want you to fuck me.. I need your cock in my pussy, please..” Her voice was hoarse as she begged, struggling to keep her arms still. The temptation was too much, and she wanted him badly, unable to withstand his teasing any longer.

As she finished her sentence, he pushed his hard cock inside her, filling her in one fluid motion. Natsuki cried out as he stretched her, groaning over her heat. “I’m going to fuck you, just like you asked me.” He pulled out completely, thrusting back in her slowly before she could protest. “But you can’t cum unless I tell you to.”

She arched her back as he started pounding hard into her, his nails digging into her hips. Ever since he arrived, her whole body’s been on edge, yearning for his touches. Even when he was here, she wanted more of him; she craved for him as much as he did for her.

It wouldn’t take long for her to reach that peak again; he knew this all too well as he asked. “Are you going to cum?”

“So close.. Please don’t stop..!” Natsuki rasped, gripping the sheets in an effort to regain some control. She felt herself losing to her desires, fighting until she got his permission.

Mitsuhide slowed his movements just a bit, pinching on her clit. The tightness in his voice told her that he was on the brink as well. “I didn’t say you can.”

“Please!” she cried out, barely able to keep herself at bay. “Please let me cum, Mitsuhide!”

“Then cum for me.”

She felt him speed up his thrusts, his thumb relentless on her nub as her orgasm hit her hard. His name fell from her mouth, screaming it into the room as the pleasure rolled over her in delightful waves. Mitsuhide leaned closer and claimed her mouth, kissing her hard as she moaned against him, grunting as he kept his pace. Her walls squeezed him greedily as her second orgasm blindsided her, pushing him to his own release.

The sound of their labored breathing filled the space between them as they both came down from the high. Beads of sweat trickled down their bodies as Natsuki looked back up at him, a feeling of fatigue coming over her. Shifting a bit, he pulled out of her, resting his weight on his elbow.

“Oh wow..” she huffed, trying to calm her heart. “That was insane.”

Mitsuhide let out a short laugh, running his fingers through her hair. “Well, that’s what happens when we’ve been worked up for far too long. Our work schedules are too hectic the past few days.”

“And that our bosses are uptight, taking up alot of our extra time.” She moved closer, nuzzling in his neck. “I guess we should shower before going to sleep.”

A small grin formed on his face. “Are you sure that’s all we’re going to do in there?”

She couldn’t help but giggle at him.

The next day, Natsuki woke up cuddled against a warm pillow. She opened her eyes, rubbing them as she saw white in front of her. Despite the mind blowing sex they had as soon as Mitsuhide arrived, they still managed to fit in some shower sex before they collapsed from exhaustion.

He felt her shift around, his arms tightening around her waist. “Someone’s awake.”

Her voice was like music to his ears. Leaning closer, she kissed him on the cheek. “Good morning.”

Mitsuhide looked at her, her emerald eyes still riddled with sleep. They stayed quiet for a bit, enjoying the lazy morning of the weekend. “We should have breakfast, don’t you think?”

She shook her head, closing her eyes again. “Nope. Going back to sleep.”

“Well, I could always have you for breakfast.” He whispered teasingly, nipping on her ear.

“Oh my god, Mitsuhide.” She laughed, her hand on his chest to keep some distance between them. “You’re insatiable.”

He gave her a trademark grin. “Perhaps so, but only for you.”

#ikemen sengoku #uhaw #ahhhhh well #naruto runs away #ikesen mitsuhide

[deanssexplorations]

Sub at a Sex Club - or - I Fucked the Owner

I met Peach at my friend Sandi’s recent birthday party. It was a fun party; Sandi got a group together to go to Our Gourmet Life in San Francisco. If you don’t know it, you may want to look it up - they serve a lovely five course dinner, served by nubile, attractive waitstaff. Who proceed to flirt with the guests and lose articles of clothing through the course of the evening. Pun fully intended. And guests are allowed to lose clothing as well. It’s a lot of fun, even if a bit tame by my more bacchanalian tastes.

I brought Wendy as my date, but happened to be seated between her and Peach. Peach is a tall, sexy, blonde, and game, and a unicorn, and before the night was out I was having sex with Peach and Sandi and a couple of strangers on the bed in back.

But that’s all prelude to the current story. I expect I’ll have a blog post on that one a little further down the road.

It turns out Peach is a sub whose dom recently passed away, and she is just now getting back in the saddle. I’m not really into BDSM, but she is enthusiastic about all things sex, including and especially groups, so she and I turned out to be peas in a pod.

After texting a while, we set a date to visit Twist, my favorite sex club in San Francisco, and one I’ve blogged about several times already. I was excited to see her in action at the club just on general principles, and as we were texting in anticipation, she made a request. She realized I’m not into the dom scene, but she asked that I make the decisions for that night. What she should wear, what to order at dinner, what wine we would have, all that. I was delighted to oblige, and as we were chatting over dinner I added a new dimension. I would make the decisions about who she fucked that night.

She seemed excited at the prospect and gladly agreed.

We got to Twist around 11:30, optimum arrival time, and scoped out the crowd in the front (before everyone got naked and went to the back). There was the usual deer-in-the-headlights types, maybe a little less than half those in attendance. First timers likely. But my attention was drawn to three couples who were there as a birthday party for one of the guys. They were swinger play partners but this was the first time they had done something like this. Peach and I chatted up a couple who turned out to be from the South Bay. The woman, Kara, was a nurse and he was in construction. They had all just come from dinner at which Kara was wearing a slinky slip with no bra, and told us she thought every guy in the restaurant was staring at her tits. She punctuated her point by grabbing them and giving them a little shake. I liked her style and decided I’d like to play with her at some point in the evening.

Around midnight Peach and I went to the back, found a spot toward the center of the main play area, and started getting into it. I stood while Peach got on her knees and started giving me a blowjob - which was reminiscent of an earlier image that evening - but that will be yet ANOTHER upcoming blog entry. While I was enjoying myself - Peach is an incredible deep throater - I scanned the room and started admiring the couple next to us. She was a slender, Asian woman giving head to her date, a larger Caucasian man. She detected my gaze and glanced up, and I instantly averted it. Following my regular-world instincts of course, and momentarily forgetting the sex club etiquette that eye contact can be an indication of interest. And thus is a good thing.

After a couple of minutes I decided to give Peach’s and my compact a try. There was no time like the present. I indicated the couple next to us and told her she was to offer the guy a blow job.  Which she immediately did. And he was happy to oblige. The Asian woman began watching them, laying on her side, so I moved behind her and started kissing her shoulder. She turned her head to meet the kiss, so I began kissing her and playing with her tits. Sensing she was thoroughly game, I shifted over to offer my cock, and she immediately took it in her mouth and began giving me a blowjob. After enjoying that a few minutes I again shifted so my mouth could reach her pussy and we sixty nined for a while.

After a few more minutes of that I felt the urge to fuck her so I asked her if she minded if I got a condom. She told me to go ahead, so - freshly sheathed - I rejoined her and buried my rock-hard erection in her sweet, wet pussy. 

By now Peach and her date were enjoying themselves - Peach was getting fucked well - so I went at it with abandon. As I thrust my cock as deep as I could into her pussy, I simultaneously manhandled her tits while kissing her firmly and completely. I really enjoy this “triple threat” of defilement - no top-tier erogenous zone is left unmolested. She melted under me and writhed and groaned seemingly unconsciously, and eventually I felt a soft shudder of release come from her body.

After everyone was finished with their couple swap, Peach and I reconnected and then I noticed Kara and her date sitting on the couch taking it all in. He was naked and she was topless, wearing one of the club-provided towels around her waist. And her tits were every bit as sexy as I envisioned. I told Peach to go give him a blowjob. Which she also immediately obliged. 

He was thrilled to have this tall blond all over his cock, and Kara clearly had fun with it as well. At one point the two of them were sucking and playing with it together. I took Peach from behind, as I thought she may enjoy being penetrated by two erect cocks from the front and behind.

I’m generous that way.

After a while I shifted my attention to Kara. She was happy to let me play with her breasts and while she was a little resistant to me removing her towel she relented fairly quickly. But she didn’t want me anywhere near her pussy - with my cock, hands, or mouth. She and her date explained that she had started her period - while on the way in to the club. Poor thing. I suggested she look into cervical caps. Many of my friends with benefits swear by them.

But she was happy to suck my cock, which she did for a good long while. And I played with her tits. It was immensely satisfying.

Peach and I morphed together again for a while. We sucked and fucked, until we spotted a very attractive Russian-looking couple next to us. Twist is owned by Russians, and most weekends there’s a pretty sizable Russian contingent. The woman had dark hair, attractive slavic features, and breasts that stood up high and round with the unmistakable signature of implants. But I didn’t mind - she was beautiful and so was her body. She was wearing a little slip that was hiked up well above her waist, and whose straps had come all the way down, leaving her breasts entirely exposed.

The guy’s head was on a swivel so I knew he at least would be up for some cross play. And she was intriguing. So I told Peach to introduce herself to him. Which she did. Wow, was it fun bringing a sub to the sex club. Who loves sex as much as I do. Operating under pre-established rules of course. 

Anyway, she started playing with the guy and I started playing with the woman. Kissing, sucking, playing with her tits. I went down on her and she went down on me. Then I asked if she minded if I got a condom and she said no, so I fucked her as well. 

She really seemed to enjoy herself and I know I was enjoying myself. I grew intoxicated by the pheromones and gave her my triple molestation treatment  - simultaneous fucking, heavy breast massage, and deep kissing. She and the moment were equally delicious.  

Partway through this particular interlude a woman slunk up to the dark-haired Russian woman and started kissing her and playing with her tits. She seemed to be a unicorn, or at least her date was nowhere to be seen. The newcomer - whose name I learned later was Anna - had blond hair, clipped extremely short. She was wearing a long t-shirt that was hiked up well above her hips, and which had a strategic rip down the chest, leaving her breasts easily exposed. She was very attractive and had a great body. I was very turned on.

At that point I went into “threesome mode”, in which I’m hyper alert to the needs of both partners, and careful not to leave either feeling unattended. While I continued to fuck the darker-haired Russian (after all, that’s where my cock was at the time), I leaned over to kiss Anna, to play with her tits, and eventually I angled my body to play with her pussy. First with my hand, then I went down on her. 

Eventually the darker-haired Russian went back to her date and Peach joined us, kissing and playing with Anna’s tits. I whispered into Anna’s ear, asking if she was okay with me changing condoms. Receiving her assent, I went to the condom bowl and re-sheathed. 

When I returned I found Peach’s head buried between Anna’s legs. So I started kissing Anna and playing with her tits. You know, going with the flow. Anna was okay with this for a while but seemed to grow impatient and eventually she gently but firmly pushed Peach’s head aside, and grabbing me by the hips, pulled my cock toward her waiting pussy.

You have to hand it to her. The woman knew what she wanted.

More threesome mode with Anna and Peach, fucking Anna while kissing and playing with Peach. After a while I shifted so I was laying on my side, fucking Anna while she lay on her back, and eating Peach’s pussy as she lay next to Anna. All this while Peach and Anna were kissing and playing with each other’s tits.

Fucking awesome.

I had a really great angle with Anna. I was grinding away, enjoying myself, and apparently hitting many of her pleasure centers. After some time in that position I felt her body perceptibly shudder, and she immediately - again firmly but politely - pushed me away, the unmistakable indication that she was finished and wanted to chill for a bit.

I extracted my cock, and excited to come across a unicorn, re-positioned myself next to her ear. I asked her name, which she told me, and if she would like to exchange contact information.

She gave me an odd expression, seemingly a bit surprised, and instead replied “I’m here every weekend.”  Which sounded like an invitation to play again if and when the time was right. When she spoke I noted that she too had a Russian accent. And after she left Peach told me that Anna was actually one of the owners of the club. Whom Peach knew because her dom who had recently passed knew them and introduced her.

So there you go. I fucked the owner. And made her come to boot. Awesome.

The rest of the night was me and Peach. Including three or four more commands to offer herself to other men, but no one else was up for it. Either they or their partner weren’t comfortable swapping. No worries. It’s all about the consent.

Which meant Peach and I did a whole lot more sucking and fucking, and I came in her pussy with a giant, shuddering orgasm. It was a well-deserved reward after a good two-hour fucking marathon. Or should I say a fucking good two hour marathon? 

The next day we compared notes. She had five men that evening, including me, and went down on one woman - Anna. I fucked four women including Peach, and had my cock sucked by one more - Kara. And oh, I’m pretty sure that the first guy (the Asian woman’s date) reached over and played with my balls at one point. Hmmmm. Regardless, pretty good for one evening.

But as I lay there with Peach, considering a second wind but deciding against it in no small part because it was daylight savings time and we were about to lose an hour, I had to reflect on how much sheer fun it had been coming that evening with my new, sexy, subby friend.

That Peach is certainly a peach.

#Sub at a sex club #Fucked the owner #Cock was legit sore the next day #Peach #Kara #Anna #Sandi #Wendy

[tayjoefanfic]

Giving Him His Surprise

Author’s Note: This is a part 2 to my very first fanfic, LWYMMD- Phone Sex https://tayjoefanfic.tumblr.com/post/165457055448/lwymmd-phone-sex Go ahead and read that first if you want to! Also warning, this is definitely *MATURE* so don’t read it if you’re not into that kind of thing. I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think!

Joe was about 6 hours in to what seemed like a never-ending flight. He was trying to focus on reading scripts and memorizing lines for one of his upcoming films, however he just could not seem to concentrate. This was at least the tenth time that he had looked down to check his phone in the past hour, each time hoping more time had passed, only to be met with disappointment. On top of that, every time he glanced at his phone he was greeted with his lock screen, which happened to be a picture of him and Taylor. It was just a simple cute picture, a selfie that they had taken while cuddling on the couch and joking around. But he loved her bright smile and the way she was nuzzled into him. They both just looked genuinely so happy, and they were.

He had made the flight from London to LA several times before, but usually he had Taylor by his side. This time he was alone, and she was in LA waiting for him to arrive. Fortunately Taylor had let him use her jet so he didn’t have to deal with the busy airport and security, things that would delay him from getting home to his girl. He missed her more than he could have imagined several months ago. They had grown so close, and he just genuinely loved being in her presence. She had such a warm and loving aura about her. Also, their conversations continued to be interesting and substantive. He had never before dated someone who was not only drop dead gorgeous, but also extremely witty, intelligent, and compatible with him on a deeper level. The more he thought about her, the more he missed her. Joe decided maybe he should give up his failing attempt to work, and instead just try to get some sleep. He hoped that would make the remaining 6 hours of the 12-hour long flight pass by more quickly.

When he woke up, he once again looked down at his phone to check the time. However, this time he was pleasantly surprised to find that he had been asleep for 5 hours and only had about one hour remaining until he could see Taylor. That hour seemed to pass by surprisingly quickly, and before he knew it he was notified that the plane was preparing to land.  Joe quickly got all of his stuff together so that he could run off the plane as soon as they landed to go see Taylor.

Taylor decided that she wanted to pick him up as soon as he landed. She was at the airport in the backseat of her car, anxiously waiting for Joe to open the door so she could finally be with him again. Even though it had only been a couple of weeks since they last saw each other, she had grown accustomed to having him in her life. He was a comforting presence, and she had definitely missed him. Glancing up, she could see that the plane landed as she anxiously waited for Joe to exit.

As soon as Joe was able to get off of the plane, he immediately made eye contact with one of Taylor’s security guards standing outside of the car that he assumed Taylor was waiting in. He quickly headed over to the car with his luggage. Once he arrived, Brandon greeted him with a polite, “Welcome back! I can take your luggage, if you want to join Taylor in the car.”

Joe quickly thanked Brandon before opening the car door to find his beautiful girlfriend staring back at him with a huge smile on her face. He quickly entered the car and shut the door before immediately pulling Taylor towards him and greeting her with a big hug and a long kiss. She was practically sitting on his lap, just happy to be back in his arms.

“Welcome home babe, I’ve missed you so much!” Taylor exclaimed still not moving away from their embrace.

“I’ve missed you too more than you could imagine.” He responded with genuine love present in his voice.

Eventually the two settled in, Taylor right next to him with her hand in his. Brandon entered the car once again and began to start driving them back to Taylor’s house. Now that they had greeted each other, Joe got a better look at Taylor’s outfit and noticed that she was wearing a large coat all buttoned up. He found that kind of odd considering it was Los Angeles and certainly not very cold outside.

Glancing over at her with a confused expression he asked, “Baby are you cold or something, why are you wearing such a big coat right now?”

Taylor couldn’t help but smirk at his question before coyly replying, “Well do you remember that surprise I promised you when you got back?”

 “Yeah how could I ever forget about that” he responded, clearly becoming more intrigued with the direction of this conversation.

 “Well I thought it might not be appropriate to pick you up from the airport in a black latex costume” she added with a wink.

 Joe couldn’t help but shift in his seat at her words, becoming aroused at just the thought of Taylor in that costume. The fact that he knew she was wearing it right now underneath her coat drove him a little wild. He immediately reached over to undo the first button on her boat. She allowed him to unbutton the first 2 before she put her hand up to stop him.

 “Babe you’re going to have to be patient and wait until we get home. Don’t worry I’ll make it worth the wait,” she promised.

 Now that her coat was partially undone, he could see the top of the latex costume and her ample cleavage that was spilling out of it, and he didn’t know how he could wait to ravage her entire body.

 “This is cruel baby, you know how much you’re teasing me right now. I just want you so bad Taylor,” he admitted, gripping her bare thigh with his hand and running circles over it with his thumb. It took every bit of his self-control not to move his hand up further to feel her. He wanted to see if she was wet for him. As he started to slide his hand up, Taylor shot him a knowing look before interrupting his actions warning,

 “Babe we are not alone right now.” While glancing at Brandon who was doing his best to pretend that he was paying no attention to the obvious sexual tension that was engulfing the back seat of the car. Taylor then leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Trust me baby, I am having an incredibly hard time controlling myself right now too. I can’t wait to get you home” before lightly biting his ear sending a shiver down his spine.

 Luckily the ride home wasn’t too long, and in a couple of minutes that were pulling into her drive way. The couple quickly exited the car, before Taylor turned to Brandon, thanking him and asking him to just put Joe’s luggage in the entryway of her house, before grabbing Joe’s hand and quickly rushing him inside.

 The couple made their way upstairs so that they could be alone. As soon as they made it to the top of the staircase, Joe pushed her up against a wall and captured her in a deep kiss filled with intense wanting and the need to have her right at that moment. His patience was gone. Soon he began aggressively unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her coat. Once he finished this task, he slid her coat down and left it in a pile on the floor before admiring his incredibly sexy girlfriend wearing the outfit that he had requested. He quickly pulled her even closer to his body, before picking her up with her legs wrapped around his waist and carrying her to their bedroom where he could truly have his way with her.

 Once they reached the bedroom, Joe threw her on the bed and immediately began running his hands all over her body. After a minute, Taylor decided that she needed to regain some control of the situation. She flipped them over so that she was on top of him before explaining,

 “Baby wait. Let me take care of you. This is supposed to be part of your surprise. Since you were so patient in the car, and I know I kind of tortured you with the teasing, I’m going to make it up to you now.”

 Joe couldn’t do anything but lay there breathing heavily in anticipation of what was to come. She quickly began undressing him, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. All of the sudden Taylor hoped of the bed and made her way over to her dresser, leaving him incredibly confused as to what she was doing.  Before he could question it, she quickly returned with a scarf, and once again straddled him before grabbing his hands and placing them above his head and tying the scarf tightly around his wrists with a seductive look in her eye.

 “Just want to make sure you can’t do anything but enjoy yourself” she said with a wink.

 Joe was speechless. He had never seen this side of Taylor before. They had definitely had some wild times in bed, and hands down the best sex of his life. But this was another level. One that he was intrigued about and oh so eager to experience.

 Taylor then leaned down to capture his lips in a deep kiss before moving down his jaw line and nibbling on his neck. She wanted to leave a mark. She didn’t care who could see it. He was hers and she could mark him if she wanted to. Joe wanted nothing more than to run his hands all over her body as she was making him feel so good, but he also liked watching her be so in control. It was such an erotic experience, and he knew he was already incredibly hard, as he anxiously waited for her to go where he needed her most. She eventually continued, leaving kisses all the way down his chest before making it to the rim of his boxers. Taylor looked up at him with a sexy smirk before removing his last article of clothing and freeing him. He was incredibly hard, and she just admired him for a moment before finally giving him exactly what he needed. She placed her hand around his length and began to grip it as she stroked him from top to bottom. He couldn’t stop his hips from jerking forward as he let out a moan.

 Taylor was absolutely loving his reactions and the control she had over him in this moment. Eventually, she decided to increase his pleasure even more as she leaned down and took the tip of his length in her mouth, licking up the pre-cum that was now dripping from his cock. She could tell how much this was effecting him, and she knew she was teasing him as he began to moan louder and jerk his hips, silently asking her to take more of him.

 “What’s wrong baby? Use your words. Tell me what you want,” Taylor asked while giving him a look that almost made him lose it.

 “Fuck baby. Please put your mouth on me. God Taylor please I need more,” Joe began to beg as Taylor continued teasing him.

 After seeing how desperate he was and hearing him beg for her, she finally gave in and began to take his length in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and sucking up and down at a quick pace. His moans and groans were becoming more uncontrollable by the second, and she knew he was going to lose it soon if she kept going.

 “Ughhh Taylor Fuck. Don’t stop baby. Just like that.”

 Taylor obeyed his words and continued taking all of him in her mouth as she reached down to play with his balls with one of her hands. She knew that he couldn’t hold out much longer and that this action would send him over the edge, but that’s exactly what she wanted.

 Taylor’s continued stimulation and the sound or her muffled moans as she continued to blow him were quickly eliminating any semblance of control that Joe had remaining. After a few more moments of enjoying the intense pleasure that Taylor was providing, Joe couldn’t stop himself from cumming hard down Taylor’s throat.

“Fuck baby. I’m gonna cum. Yes don’t stop baby. Ughhfffuckkk I’m cumming,” he grunted as he finished.

After swallowing his entire load. Taylor kissed her way back up his chest before once again capturing his lips. After a few moments of their passionate kiss, Joe regained his composure and was once again desperate to touch Taylor.

 “Baby please let me touch you now. You’ve been so good to me. The way you look in that costume. God I can’t take one more minute of not being able to run my hands over your body” Joe admitted.

 Finding his words incredibly hot and feeling herself become even more wet, Taylor eagerly complied and reached up to untie the scarf from his hands before giving him a playful smirk and remarking, “There, I’m all yours now.”

 Joe didn’t waste anymore time. He quickly flipped them over so that he was on top of Taylor and leaned in for a long hard kiss. He then quickly moved down to admire her ample cleavage in the costume as he ran his hands up and down her long, toned legs. After he felt that he had properly admired her outfit, he could no longer hold back from ripping it off of her.

 Now that she was finally free from the costume, Joe took a second to recognize how truly lucky he was to have Taylor, while admiring his naked girlfriend wet and waiting for him. He could see Taylor getting impatient as she began to squeeze her thighs together searching for any type of friction. Luckily for her, Joe snapped out of his thoughts and immediately responded, leaning down to capture her nipple in his mouth and sucking gently as he moved his fingers up to play with the other one.

 Taylor let out a loud moan, letting him know how good he was making her feel. “Yesss baby. God that feels so good,” She hissed, her while throwing her head back in pleasure.

 Joe continued playing with her nipples until he felt her hips starting to grind on the bed in search for relief. He could only imagine how wet she was, and he needed to feel her and taste her for himself. Just before he was about to give her what she needed, Taylor opened her mouth to beg,

 “Fuck babe, please touch me. God I can’t wait anymore. I need you now”

 Hearing her beg was one of the hottest things Joe could every experience, and he knew that he could not keep her waiting any longer. He took his hand and spread her legs apart, groaning at the sight of her wet slit in front of him. Without wasting anymore time, he took his hand and ran his fingers through her folds. Taylor moaned out in relief at finally being touched. After finding her clit and rubbing circles with his thumb, Taylor let out a loud “Oh fuck yes” only encouraging him more.

 As much as he was enjoying watching her reactions, he knew that he wanted to taste her and he couldn’t wait to give her even more pleasure. He trailed down her body leaving kisses and sucking lightly before he made his way to her center. After kissing her upper thighs and all around where she wanted him, she began jerking her hips trying to get her pussy on his mouth.

 “Baby please stop teasing me, I can’t take it anymore.” She moaned before letting out a huge gasp as she finally felt his tongue on her, licking up the entire length of her slit.

 Joe let himself enjoy her taste, loving how wet she was for him, as he ran his tongue all through her folds sucking in all of the right places before finding her clit and taking it in his mouth.

 Taylor was a writhing mess at this point no longer able to hold still as she reached her hand behind his head to hold him to her center. “Oh my f-fuckkking god yes baby suck my clit, just like that” she encouraged.

 Joe continued to please her knowing that he was quickly bringing her over the edge. He knew just what he needed to do in order to send her tumbling into a mind- blowing orgasm. While continuing to stimulate her clit with his mouth, he took his hand and easily slid 2 fingers in and out in a pulsing motion, hearing how wet she was. Her body was quickly responding, and he wanted more than anything for her to come undone for him as he began curling his fingers inside of her and stimulating her g-spot.

 “Shittt Joe. I’m so close oh my god. I’m gonna cum so hard if you keep doing that baby.”

 Just when Taylor thought she couldn’t experience any more pleasure, Joe took a finger and wet it with her juices before moving it down to play with her puckered asshole. He continued massaging her back entrance, while continuing his stimulation to her clit and his fingers moving inside her. She was beyond losing it at this point before making one last request.

 “Oh fuck baby please just stick your finger in my ass. I’m gonna cum. Oh I’m gonna fucking cum” Taylor cried out.

 Joe gladly followed her final command, sliding a single finger in her ass with two still in her pussy and his mouth on her clit before urging her to let go. “Come on baby. That’s it. That’s my good girl. I want you to cum for me Tay. Just let go and cum nice and hard for me”

His erotic words of encouragement were the final straw that sent Taylor into a mind- nubming orgasm as she cried out his name along with an incoherent string of curses.

He continued his motions, fucking her through her orgasm as he felt a gush of liquid squirt out onto his wrist. He eventually removed his mouth from her clit, knowing she would be sensitive after such a powerful orgasm and slowed down his motions letting her come down from her high before slowly pulling out his fingers.

Taylor’s chest was quickly rising and falling as she began to come back down to reality before letting out one final long moan and remarking “god Joe that was so good. what was that ohmygod”

“Baby you just squirted on my hand and it was the hottest thing ever. You’ve never done that before,” Joe commented still in awe of how hard she had just cum for him.

“I didn’t even know I could do that, Taylor responded, still in shock and trying to regain composure after the incredible orgasm he he had just given her.

By this point both Taylor and Joe were incredibly exhausted. He pulled her close to him, and she cuddled into him with her head on his chest and their legs intertwined. After laying in comfortable and blissful silence for a few minutes, Taylor shot up and immediately went to grab her phone from the nightstand.

Joe looked kind of confused before asking, “Babe what are you doing?”

“The music video premiered tonight on the VMAs, and I want to check Tumblr and see what the fans thought! I want to know if they liked the video as much as you did” Taylor responded with a smirk.

Joe let out a chuckle before claiming, “Trust me babe, no one could enjoy that video as much as I did.”

Taylor once again returned to her previous position, cuddling up next to him as she began scrolling Tumblr and laughing at the fans reactions while excitedly liking posts. Joe loved watching her and seeing how happy she was while interacting with her fans. He knew that she was so excited about the new direction of her career, and he could tell how much it meant to her that the fans seemed to be loving it as well. After watching her for a few more minutes and mindlessly running his fingers through her hair, he leaned down to kiss the top of her head before mumbling an “I love you babe” and closing his eyes, finally giving in to the exhaustion from their earlier activities.

Taylor scrolled through her phone for a while longer before letting out a yawn and realizing how tired she was as well. She decided it was time to join her sleeping boyfriend. She set her phone on the bedside table before carefully pulling herself out of Joe’s arms and heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. As she returned, she couldn’t help but notice how peaceful Joe looked and her heart was overflowing with love for him. She quickly turned off the lamp on her nightstand before crawling back in bed and getting under the covers right up next to Joe. She kissed him goodnight, and cuddled up into him, once again intertwining their limbs, enjoying the feeling of his hot skin against hers, as neither of them had felt the need to get dressed after their perfect night together. Just as she was about to close her eyes, she felt his arm instinctively move around her waist to their comfortable sleeping position. Taylor couldn’t help but smile contently, so happy with her life as she closed her eyes and finally allowed herself to drift off into a much needed deep sleep.

#Taylor Swift #Joe Alwyn #Fanfiction #Taylor and Joe Fanficion #T + J #Mature #LWYMMD Phone Sex Part 2 #Giving him his surprise

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Mommy, please...| Joshua (SVT)

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ✎ 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘢’𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳...𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦...

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ✎ 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘩𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥!𝘴𝘶𝘣!𝘫𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘢

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵  ✎ 2.8𝘬

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ✎ 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵), 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵), 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦

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“Ah, ah, mommy…” 

Joshua’s whimpers reached your ears and made a smile cross your face, something between amusement and sheer lust making your eyes blaze. He was such a pretty mess under your hands, whimpering with every brush of your fingertips across his chest and shoulders, his face stained pink ever since you made him strip down to his boxer briefs and straddle you. 

“What is it baby?” you ask, your smile slipping into your voice as you watch Joshua jolt at a particularly harsh brush of your fingers across his nipples. Another sweet whine makes you giggle, enjoying the way his hips rut forward eagerly, his little cock tenting his underwear. 

“Hurts,” he said, his bottom lip coming out as he pouted, his eyes shining in the low light with unshed tears.

“What hurts, Joshie?” you ask, playing a fool as you feel him start to rut against your hip, his breaths coming fast now. Joshua’s face is all red now, his pretty lips turning down a little as he looks at you with desperate eyes. 

His heat always made him so desperate, so needy and sensitive, easy to push past the edge with just a look or a firm hand. Your stomach flares with heat as you feel the wetness leaking through his underwear, a pressing reminder of how much Joshua needs you. 

“Please mommy. Need you.” Joshua’s voice cracked slightly as he kept up his stuttering pace against your hip. His tail is twitching behind him, curling back and forth as he fights off his needs. You bring your hands down to his waist, gripping his hips and making him still with a small noise. 

“You remember the rules though don’t you baby?” Joshua whined but nodded. “What are they?” You know Joshua knows them, but having him say it to you verbally helps him remember them. 

“N-no touching unless mommy says so,” he says, his hips stilling with some effort and his hands reaching to twist in the sheets next to your thighs.

“And?” you prompt, rubbing your thumbs into the skin just above his waistband. 

“And-and no cumming unless mommy says so,” he says, his voice going high at the end as you snap the elastic against his hips. His cock twitches in his boxer briefs and you feel the heat coil tight and low in your belly. 

“But Josh’s a good boy, right?” Joshua nods fervently, his eyes wide and his ears flicking. 

“Yes mommy, ‘m a good boy. ‘M mommy’s good boy” he says, breathlessly. You smile and lean forward to kiss him, keeping it chaste at first, just soft brushes of your lips until you get tired of it and reach a hand between the two of you and palm his dick through the thin layer of cotton. His reaction is immediate, his tail lashing and his ears folding down as he moans into the kiss, tongue sticking out and letting you slip your own into his warm mouth.

Your tongues tangle for a moment, you easily overpower him and he just moans into it, his tail twitching still as you gently stroke him through his underwear. The noises he’s making are too much after a while, and you pull him off you to the side, your own pulse racing and your core too hot. You strip off your pants and shirt, and Joshua sits to the side, eyes roving your body as his ears flick back and forth and his chest heaves. 

“Lay down baby, mommy’s gonna give you what you need.” Joshua scrambles to obey, laying out on the bed with eager eyes, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips and a slight purr escaping him. You flash him a smile and then crouch to pull a box out from under the bed. 

Joshua’s heats usually don’t dissipate until he’s fucked nice and hard more than once, something you relish in being able to do for your baby boy. He always looks so good under you, his eyes screwed shut as he moans your name, tail curling around your waist. You shiver a little with anticipation and you open the box, scanning for Joshua’s favorite toy. It’s kind of a monster, one you’ve always struggled to take fully yourself, but something Joshua always ends up begging for and taking like a champ, so you decide to not beat around the bush and just go for it right away. 

When you stand up properly, holding the toy, you can see that Joshua is squirming hard on the bed, his back arching and his tail curling as he fights the need to be filled, his hands clutching the sheets next to him, his lip between his teeth as he lets out small mews. His underwear is soaked through, and you can see the way his flat stomach is tensing as his hips lift slightly. 

“You look so good,” you say, a slight bit of softness making you reach for him and stroke his cheek, and he leans into it, eager for any kind of touch at this point. He moans, loud and sweet and you feel the softness fade and be replaced with a burning desire to hear him again. You get on the bed next to him, put the toy to one side and get in between his legs. He tries to reach for you but you push him back gently enough. He flops back and whines, lifting only his head to try and see what you’re doing. You pull at his underwear and he helps you take it off, his legs spreading wide the moment he’s free of the constraining article of clothing. 

“You’re so wet for me Joshie, so wet for mommy,” you say, with a hushed sort of reverence. He had leaked all over his little cock, it was a pretty shade of pink and hard, curving a little to his stomach and twitching as your breath brushed the head. His hole was leaking too, and you look up to see him hiding his face in his hands. 

“Aw, poor baby is shy, huh?” The laughter in your voice makes it clear you don’t feel bad for him at all, but the responding nod makes you giggle. “Don’t be shy baby, mommy thinks you're pretty everywhere, especially here.” You run a finger up the length of his cock which twitches in response, another laugh escaping you as he spills more slick everywhere from just one touch. 

“Mommy,” the whine is long and loud and you look up. Joshua’s face is red and his eyes are glossy with tears and he looks ready to sob. “Please touch me mommy, hurts.” His heat makes him pliant, not dull to his senses, and you can’t help but agree with him. You want to make him cry properly now. You run a finger through the wetness pooling at his stomach and trail down to his hole, his tail twitching as he feels you touch him. 

“Do you want mommy here?” you ask, tracing his rim and watching his ears flatten to his head. 

“Mmm! Yes please!” You chuckle and finally push in, the broken sound escaping Joshua worth the build up. You find your own hips brushing up against the comforter on the bed, but you ignore the traces of pleasure racing up your spine and focus on the way Joshua opens up so beautifully under your finger. You add another one and work them into him, loosening him up, occasionally stroking his cute dick to help work him over. He’s spread out like a meal, his legs open wide as he holds on for dear life, his whole body jolting as you find his sweet spot and rub firmly. 

“Ah, fuck! More, please mommy!” his tail is lashing and you can feel him clenching around your fingers. 

“You close Joshie?” you ask, knowing well that he is. His nod makes you increase the intensity of your thrusts on his prostate, your free hand coming up to his thigh and pressing firmly to keep him down. “Go ahead and come for mommy then,” you say. You lower your head to lick at his twitching cock, the cry escaping him as delicious as his slick, and you curl your fingers harder, one final push making him cry out and tremble. His thighs quiver and he cums hard, his cock spurting as his hole clenches around your fingers, the feeling making you moan. 

You sit up a little, enough to see how his eyes are shut tightly and tears have slipped from them, his cheeks flushed red and his hands still twisted in the sheets. Joshua lays still for a moment, his body relaxing briefly before it begins to tense up. You still haven’t removed your hand from inside him and he begins to clench and unclench around your fingers as the wave of need returns. 

“Was it good baby?” you ask, and he hums, nodding as he shifts back onto your fingers. You let him mindlessly fuck himself back onto your fingers, feeling how loose he was getting, the wet noise it made making you shiver slightly. “You ready?” He lifts himself up onto his elbows, the look in his eyes dark and his lip between his teeth. 

“Yeah, want mommy to fuck me good like she should.” You felt your eyebrows raise at his words, the slight smile on his face tipping you off to the brattiness seeping into his attitude. He sometimes would shed his more obedient side after his first orgasm, sassing until he was reminded of who was in charge. 

“Oh really?” you ask calmly, your fingers curling again and making him moan sharply. “You want me to fuck you?” Joshua nods, whimpers escaping him as he arches back to meet your thrusts. 

“Yes!” You thrust harder, rubbing firmly on his sweet spot. 

“Yes what?” Joshua’s voice splintered as you viciously rubbed his prostate, making his tail lash and his ears quiver. 

“Yes mommy, please fuck me!” You ignore his cries and push him over the edge of another orgasm, his body shaking as he rode it out, his hips moving erratically. “Still want me to fuck you?” you ask, a mean edge to your voice now. Joshua whimpered but nodded. 

“Please. Joshie needs mommy to fuck him. Please.” His bottom lip stuck out and you couldn’t help but lean up to kiss him hard, a hand lacing his hair and a tug making him shudder against you. 

“Mommy only fucks good boys, not ones who talk back, and not ones who take it for granted,” you say, reaching down to grip his cock tight enough to make him sob a little. 

“‘M sorry mommy, I didn’t mean it,” he said, his eyes watery again and his breaths coming fast and shallow. “I’ll be good I promise, mommy can fuck me if she wants, I’ll be the best!” 

You feel yourself throb at the way he begs, his tear stained face pleading as you hover over him. 

“And if mommy decides to leave you here?” you threaten, watching Joshua’s face pale and his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. 

“Then- then mommy can leave Joshie here,” he said, his voice small. “Mommy’s in charge.” A smile crosses your face at his words and you give his dick one last squeeze before letting go and kissing his wet cheeks. 

“Good boy.” A sigh leaves him and you pull back to find the toy and settle back into place. “Mommy’ll give you what you want because you know you did wrong. Next time you better watch your mouth baby,” you say, and he nods eagerly. 

You both know you would never leave him to suffer during his heat but you know that Joshua knows you’ll find some way to punish him for his backtalk after he recovers. You take the toy and press it lightly to the edge of his hole, the blunt tip already slick from contact and Joshua already arching at the promise of being fucked like his body needed it. 

“Gonna fuck you good like only mommy can,” you whisper, applying more pressure and easing the head of the toy into him, Joshua’s cries quieting for a moment before he moans the loudest he had all night. 

“So full, so full of mommy’s cock!” You start to feel the wetness seep through your own underwear but you willfully ignore it to keep easing the toy into Joshua, the even pressure making him whimper with every inch pushed in. when the toy was finally seated in Joshua, who had not let up his string of whimpers and had already come twice since you started fucking him. 

“So needy,” you coo, your voice laced with false sympathy as you reach up to tug at his nipples, making him arch and come again, his ears twitching against his head. “So needy for me, so wet and tight.” You start to pull the toy out, Joshua letting out small “ah, ah, ah’s” as you do so, each sound making you rut against the bed in an attempt to stave off the overwhelming need that was starting to affect you. 

“Wet just for you, wet for mommy,” Joshua breathes, and you smile at him before fucking the toy back in hard enough to make him jump. 

“You bet your ass it’s for me,” you growl, adjusting yourself so you’re straddling his thigh and still able to fuck him solidly. You get so lost in the feeling of him tightening around the toy, watching him take it so good that you don’t even realize your grinding down on his thigh until he murmurs, “Does mommy feel good?” You moan, realizing how good it does feel, how wet you are from seeing him come undone like this. 

“Yeah baby, feels good, making mommy feel so good,” you moan, every part of you on fire as you move in time with the toy, the friction delicious. The room is filled with noises from both of you, soft whimpers and louder moans twining and making your head spin. Joshua’s slick thigh lifts as he shifted in response to the toy hitting his prostate, making the both of you moan sharply. 

“Fuck, gonna make me cum,” you manage through shuddering breaths. Joshua moans eagerly, lifting his thigh more and looking at you with wide, expectant eyes. 

“Cum all over me mommy, mark me, make me yours.” You feel yourself throb in response and you speed your thrusts both with your hips and with your hand on the toy. 

Joshua cries out and begins to shake as he comes finally, his eyes rolling slightly as he arches hard and his thighs tense, offering a perfectly taut muscle for you to grind on, moans slurring into one as you finally cum, your body trembling as you ride it out on his thigh, moaning about your good boy. 

The tacky feeling of your slick on his damp thigh, making you grimace and peel away as you let yourself fall to one side. Joshua’s eyes are closed, his breathing even as he sleeps, exhausted from the whole night as you stroke his hair and ears, a small smile on your face. You lean down to give him a kiss on the nose and then leave him for a moment to get wet cloths to clean. You come back and clean both of yourselves up, tidying for when you’ll have to wake up and deal with another wave of Joshua’s heat. You finally get into bed next to a cleaned up Joshua who stirs, his eyes flickering open and looking up at you with hazy adoration. 

“Thank you mommy,” he says softly, his face pink as he reaches for you, eager for affection.

“Of course baby, I always love taking care of my baby boy.” A purr rumbles from Joshua’s chest and he nuzzles at your throat, his tail curling up and around your hip. “You did so good for me,” you say, reaching up and stroking his ears gently, a fondness filling your chest and making you smile at him. “You’re always my good boy.”

Joshua’s eyes are filled with stars as he looks at you, his purr growing louder and a smile making his lips turn up. You kiss him softly, the small mews that escape him making you feel butterflies and smile hard into the kiss. 

“Rest up baby,” you say after pulling away, knowing it could go on forever but common sense was for you to get as much rest as you could between his bouts of heat. “We can kiss more later, promise.” Joshua pouts a little but nods and settles down, curling up close to you, his arms around your waist and his head pressed close to your chest. 

“Sweet dreams baby,” you say, kissing the top of his head and letting yourself drift off with him. 

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𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚! 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!! <3

-𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘒𝘏

#kpop smut #kpop writing #joshua svt #seventeen #svt imagines #svt fanfic #svt smut #joshua hong #seventeen fanfic

[missmaianovak]

Laying with the Devil

Casifer x Reader

Warnings: language, smut (fingering, masturbation, oral- male and female receiving, brief anal play, unprotected sex), slight Daddy!Kink, the tiniest bit of angst and fluff.

Author’s Note: This fic is inspired by the song “Oh Lord” by In This Moment.

Lucifer entered the library of the bunker, still utilizing Castiel’s vessel. You stared up at the devil, still wondering why the hell he was there. The boys had discussed their plans to trap Amara with him, and everything seemed set. So, he should have left, right?

You turned from him, placing another book back onto the bookshelf, expecting Lucifer to leave at any moment. After shoving the last book onto the shelf just above eye level, you sighed. You really hoped the fallen angel was gone. Not only did he admit the most delicious bad boy vibe, he was wearing Castiel. The whole thing made your body react in ways were didn’t care to admit.

“Oomf,” you muttered as something slammed you against the bookshelf. Your hands reached up to push back on the force. Two hands quickly gripped your wrists and pinned them beside your shoulders, pressing your front harder against the bookcase. You glanced over your shoulders, meeting two blue eyes, their pupils blown with lust. “L-Lucifer?” you questioned, your voice trembling as heat quickly rose in your core.

Lucifer’s lips skated over the prickled skin of your neck. “Yes?”

“What are you d-doing?” You leaned your head back against his shoulder as he nipped at the skin just below your ear.

He chuckled, making you shiver. “You just looked so irresistible over here. I couldn’t help myself.” His hands released your wrists, sliding down your arms to your waist. “The way your shirt would lift just slightly as your reached for the high shelf, exposing the creamy skin held hostage beneath.” His lips were hovered over your ear as his fingers slipped under your shirt. “Oh, intoxicating.” You moaned at his words, bucking your ass against him as his hands traveled up to your bra, kneading your breast over the thin fabric. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

You nodded as his thumb swirled around your aching nipple. “Mhmm.”

Lucifer shook his head, gripping the hair at the back of your head with his free hand. “Louder, Y/N. Daddy wants to hear you,” he commanded, placing kisses along your jaw.

“Yes, Daddy, that feels so good,” you mewled, bucking your hips again. Your panties were already drenched. Shit, what the fuck was happening? Was all of this real? Or was this another one of your vivid fantasies? Nope, real.

Lucifer loosened the grip on your hair, gliding his hand down your back. Shivers erupted over your skin as his fingers dipped under the fabric of your pants, quickly finding the growing wet spot on your silk panties. “Oh, really?” he toyed as he slowly slipped his middle finger over the damp heat. “Do you want more?”

You nodded, closing your eyes. Lord have mercy. “Yes, please.” You turned your head to meet his gaze. “Touch me Daddy, please.”

Lucifer smirked. “Since you asked so nicely.” He slid his hands under your panties, drifting his long fingers over your dripping folds. “Oh, such a good girl. So wet for me.” His calloused finger slipped over your clit, causing your entire body to tremble. You were so close and he had barely touched you yet.

“Lucifer,” you moaned as he ground his clothed cock against your ass while his finger toyed with your clit. “Oh, that feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”

He just chuckled as he sucked on your neck, leaving dark bruises that the boys were definitely going to question you about later. But you didn’t care. All you wanted was this.

Lucifer snapped his fingers, transporting the two of you to a lush room, decorated in dark navy and gold. You took in your surroundings as best you could, considering your current situation. “Where are we?” You question came out as more of a groan than anything.

Lucifer backed off from you, spinning you to face him. “In the vacation house of a wealthy Brazilian Ambassador.” You just raised an eyebrow as you continued to survey the scene. “Don’t worry, love. He won’t be back for a few days. He’s currently settling affairs in The States.” He winked, making your knees shake. “Now,” he growled as he gripped your by the hips and forced your body against his. “Where were we?” His tongue traced over your bottom lips. “Oh, yes. That’s right.” His lips crashed against yours, devouring your mouth as his hands explored your body. He walked you backwards, removing one article of your clothing every few steps. The moment the back of your knees met the bed, he shoved you down. Lucifer stood between your legs, somehow having removed his clothing too. He licked his lips as his gaze floated up your body. “More breath-taking than I imagined,” he uttered as his cock twitched. You moaned at the sight, needing to feel him inside you.

His dilated eyes snapped back to your exposed sex as his lips curled into a grin. “Touch yourself. Let me see how much you need it.” He bit his lips as he raised an eyebrow. Oh, god.

You slid you fingers down to your drenched pussy, flicking and circling your clit. The sensation quickly caused your whole body to tremble as your moans filled the room. Those blue eyes just stared down at you, his cock leaking at the tip as he bit down harder on his lip.

You met his gaze, “Lucifer,” you griped as you bucked your hips. You threw your head back as your orgasm drew closer. “Oh, Daddy.”

That did him in. Lucifer lunged at you, sliding his body over yours as he pinned your wrists over your head. “Not yet, baby girl. I have more planned for you.” His words awoke something in you. You could feel the pure hunger radiating off him.

You smirked. “Then get on with it,” you teased.

His face darkened. “Oh, are you making the rules now?” He skimmed his lips over yours.

“Maybe I am.” You pulled against the weight of his hands on your wrists as you bit his lower lip.

Lucifer nipped your lower lip. “Oh, naughty.” He kept your hands pinned above your head with his power as he kissed down your body, nipping and sucking at all the right places before landing on your throbbing clit. “Are you sure you don’t want me making the rules?” He flicked his tongue over your clit, making your entire body twitch. “You don’t want me to do what I want?” His lips enclosed the swollen nub, giving a quick suck. “Even if I want to do this?” He inserted two fingers into your hole, drawing a loud yelp from you. He chuckled at the response. The vibration from his voice nearly sent you over the edge as he pumped his fingers into you. “Or this?” He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue. His tongue curled as it lapped up the slick slowly dripping from you. You wiggled under him, bucking your hips as you screamed various obscenities.

“Lucifer, please,” you begged him. “I need to come.”

The blue-eyed beauty smirked. “Oh, so you do want me making the rules?” He licked a long stripe against your folds, his tongue flattened. “Then you will come when I say so, darling.” He winked before lowering his head back down to meet his task. He inserted his fingers into you again, his mouth skirting down your folds to your other hole. He spread your cheeks with his thumbs before licking a thin stripe up over the newly discovered sensitive spot.

“Ooh,” you groaned as you spread your legs even wider. “Do that again, please.”

Lucifer curling his fingers in your pussy. “Daddy likes it when you beg, baby girl.” His tongue traced light circles around the sensitive flesh of your other hole.

You bucked your hips again. “Please, Daddy, let me come.” Lucifer nodded, lifting his head to meet your gaze. His fingers pumped into you as his thumb found your swollen clit.

“You’ve been so good for me. Come for me, Y/N.” Hearing your name escape his lips sent you hurtling over the edge. “That’s it.” He lowered his head back down, licking the arousal that dripped down his wrist. “Mmm. So sweet, love.”

Unable to form words, you cried out as each wave hit you harder than the last. “Oh my god—“ you screamed as you rode his fingers.

Lucifer snickered as he licked your juices from his lips. “Oh baby, God doesn’t have anything to do with this.” You smirked up as you came down from your high. Lucifer finally let go of your aching wrists, allowing you to move freely.

You squeaked as he grabbed your arm, pulling you onto his lap as he sat on the very edge of the corner of the bed. He grabbed your ass as you straddled him, rubbing his cock against your overly sensitive clit. “Lucifer,” you griped. “Oh, Daddy.” You moved your hips in rhythm with his, gripping his shoulders for support.

He spread your cheeks, sliding a finger against your rear hole teasingly. “Are you ready, sweetness?” The touch of softness made you heart flutter. His cock twitched under you, giving you an idea.

“Not yet.” You grinned eagerly as you watched a hint of confusion flicker over his face. His hands loosened on you as you traveled down, landing on your knees before him. Resting one hand on his thigh, you gripped his cock with your other. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his cock.

“Go ahead, Y/N,” he coaxed. You complied, dragging the tip of your tongue over his slit, allowing the salty prize to lace your mouth. You slowly moved your hand up and down, stroking him. “Y/N,” he murmured as he gripped your hair. The stinging pain made you moan as you took him into your mouth. You let out another moan as he slammed his cock deep into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You closed your eyes and focused on your gag reflex as you allowed him to fuck your mouth.

Our eyes fluttered open. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you locked on his gaze. His blue eyes shined in the sunlight beaming through the large window. His charcoal hair sat in a wild heap. Your walls clenched as you watched the muscles in his shoulders flex and roll.

“Enough.” He yanked your head back and brought you up to his mouth. His lips collided with yours as he slammed your back down onto his lap.

“Lucifer, fuck me.” You rested your forehead against his as you lifted your hips, lowering yourself down onto his massive cock. “Yes.” You rolled your hips with his as he helped guide your rhythm, gripping your ass to move you along. He stretched and filled you more and more with each thrust.

“Oh, sweet Y/N, your feel so amazing wrapped around me.” Lucifer purred into your ear. “So tight and wet for me.”

A mixture of moans and inhuman noises filled the room as you continued on, bouncing on the devil’s lap as he pummeled into you.

Suddenly, he stood, spinning around and throwing you onto the bed. He crawled over you, kissing your neck as he slammed his cock back into you. Your back arched as he lifted your legs up, holding them at his hips as he dug even deeper into you. Reaching down between you, you swirled your finger around your clit, bringing yourself closer to a climax.

Lucifer noticed you squirming beneath him. “Come for me, Y/N. Come on my cock.” He practically begged you as he quickened his pace. A few moments later, your second orgasm hit you. You came completely undone under him, your walls clenching around his cock as his thrusts began to falter. He grit his teeth as he too came hard. His nails dug deep into the soft skin of your thighs, causing you to yelp out in pleasure.

Once he emptied into you, he collapsed at your side. You didn’t take him for the snuggling type, so it surprised you when he pulled you against him, stroking a hand through your tousled hair.

“What are you doing?” you asked bluntly.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Keeping me here like I mean something.” Your eyes met his. You could almost see a flicker of Castiel behind them, a calming innocence.

“You don’t think you mean something?” His lips curled slightly, obviously amused by your words. You shook your head.

“Why would I be? You’re the fucking devil. I’m a hunter who loves with the men who will eventually kill you. The only reason they are the least bit civil now is because they need you for something they can’t do on their own. But once that’s done…” You closed your eyes.

Lucifer nodded as he laughed. “Y/N, you are special.”

You snapped your gaze back to him. “What?” You slowly tilted your head. “How?”

Lucifer stroked your cheek. “I’ll tell you next time.”

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Five

A/N:  With apologies to Laurie R. King and her book “The Beekeeper’s Apprentice”, from which I have shamelessly stolen the idea of traveling in a Vardo in pursuit of the bad guys.  I’m not completely happy with this, but I’ve run out of time and something is better than nothing, yes?  Also, still unbeta’d because hahaha who needs words to make sense?  Will go up on FF.net and Ao3 tomorrow.

ALSO - this is sort of a sequel to last year’s Sherlolly Appreciation Week fic “A Letter to Mary”.  You probably don’t need to read that one to figure out what is going on in this one, though.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 – Day Five (Canon Compliant – The Abominable Bride)

Another Letter to Mary

My Dearest Mary,

I do not know when this letter will reach you.  Holmes has forbidden me from posting any missives home for the time being. We are traveling incognito; and he does not wish to offer any indication to overly curious eyes that we are in any way connected to the well-known detective stories.  If ever there was a wife who would understand the need for such discretion, it is you, my love.  

As you are aware, Holmes, Hooper and I are on the trail of a small band of murderous men. Another corpse was located in a small hamlet less than half-a-day’s ride from the initial murder.  Holmes suspects the man was in league with the thieves and was deemed a liability for one reason or another.  He thinks the men have begun to turn on one another.  

Speed and stealth are paramount, for Holmes feels more deaths are imminent if the blackguards become aware of our pursuit.  He believes they will be going to ground until such time as it will be safe to fence the item.    

As such, we have abandoned our conspicuous carriage and driver.  Holmes has managed to procure a Vardo—a sort of traveling wagon—from a Romani gentleman, as well as a horse to pull it, and three sets of simple clothing in exchange for a hefty sum.  They have made arrangements for the return of the wagon once our current mission has been fulfilled.  In addition, the man advised Holmes as to the best roads to travel upon and what small villages would be the most accepting of three strange men passing through.    

When next we set off, we were disguised as a set of brothers in route to visit our dear mother some far distance away.

The Vardo has a small cast-iron cooking stove and a pair of sleeping bunks, which removed our need to stop overnight at an inn.  We ride as long as the horse is able, then stop only long enough to allow the animal a few hours rest.  Holmes feels we are getting closer to locating the thieves with every passing day.

I am afraid that’s all the news I have regarding the progress of our case, my love. However, I feel there is something you may find of equal interest that I can begin to share with you.

The Vardo is adequate for our needs, but by necessity we are in quite close quarters. Hooper and I have endeavoured to maintain her secret from Holmes.  Food has been sparse and lacking in variety or flavour.  Concerns for cleanliness and hygiene have been met with the very minimum of concessions on Holmes’ part.

Until this morning.

Tempers had grown volatile, to the point that Hooper and Holmes spent nearly a quarter of an hour arguing as they hitched the horse before Holmes climbed up and took the reins and Hooper stormed into the wagon.  I thought it best to stay out of her way and let her work out her aggressions alone, therefore I joined Holmes.  He refused to speak for many a minute, before informing me that we would be stopping in another hour’s time.  I asked if there was another village ahead, and he said that was not the case.  There was, however, a small river.

I do not think I can adequately express what occurred when we arrived at the riverside in the confines of this letter.  Until I am able to share a recounting of the events with you face-to-face, I will leave it at this:  Holmes is very much aware that Doctor Hooper is a woman; and, unless I am mistaken, there will be a declaration of feelings forthcoming once we return to London.

I know you, my love, and you are already burning with the need for clarification, and I will appease your hunger for knowledge as soon as I am able.  Until then, not a word to M or anyone else.  

I do not know when I shall return.  As always, I hold your memory to my heart and dream of you whenever I close my eyes.

Your faithful husband,

John

இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—

“A river?  Are we meeting another of your informants out here?” Watson asked, bracing himself as the wagon rolled over a particularly deep hole.

“Nothing so interesting, Watson.  As Doctor Hooper so vehemently reminded me, we need to replenish our water supplies.  A short delay to rinse the grime out of our clothes will not set us back too far, I should think.”  Holmes continued to urge the horse forward, making an effort to guide it around the largest of the ruts in the road.

The allure of clean clothing and the possibility of a quick bath distracted Watson for most of the journey to the river.  It wasn’t until Holmes brought the wagon to a stop beneath the trees along the riverbank that Watson began to realize the predicament Doctor Hooper was about to face.

Holmes leaned back to smack the flat of his hand against the wagon door twice, then jumped down and set about unhitching the horse and unslinging the steps from the back of the Vardo.

Hooper opened the door moments later.  “Why have we stopped?”

“The river.”  Watson nodded toward the slow-moving water visible between the tree trunks.  

“Do we need to cross it?” Hooper asked, confused.

Holmes dropped the laddered steps in front of the wagon and quickly latched them to the footboard.  “You said you wanted fresh water to scrub your clothes and bathe, Hooper.”  He waved his arm toward the river with a mocking flourish.  “There you are.  Cleanse yourself.”  

Then he bounded up the steps and pushed past Hooper into the wagon.

“Surely he doesn’t mean to-to . . . in the river, out in the open, where anyone could come upon us!”  Hooper’s voice rose dangerously close to a feminine tone. She quickly snapped her mouth shut and glared into wagon.

“I mean that very thing,” Holmes replied.  He reappeared in the doorway with a bundle of cloth.  “Do hurry, Doctors.  I don’t intend to tarry for long.”  

By the time Watson had gathered his shaving kit and several articles of clothing he wished to rinse, Hooper had made an effort to do the same.  They approached the riverbank to find that Holmes had used the soap from his own grooming kit to work up a lather and was already rinsing his spare shirt.

The water was cool and refreshing, and Watson would have given his entire portion of their planned lunch of cheese and bread for chance to undress and wade into it.  He cast a glance toward Hooper and wondered if there were anyway to persuade her to take a walk without arousing Holmes’ suspicions.  

She looked up and briefly met his eyes before her own slid to the man behind him and widened in shock.  A fiery blush turn the cheeks above her moustache painfully red, and her mouth formed a nearly inaudible gasp.  Even without looking, Watson knew that Holmes had done something completely and utterly improper.

With a deep breath, Watson turned with a rebuke already upon his lips, only to become paralyzed in horror at the sight of a barefoot Holmes stripping off articles of clothing without a care to the world.  He was bare from the waist up, bracers hanging off his hips, and reaching for the fastening of his trousers before Watson could find his voice.  “Holmes!”

Thankfully the other man’s hands stilled before he could do more than slip the button free.  “Yes, Watson?” he asked in all innocence.

“What are you doing, man?” Watson hissed.  His first inclination was to insert himself between Holmes and Hooper, to make sure the poor woman wasn’t exposed to any more of Holmes’ exhibitionism; but he did not think Hooper would welcome his interference.

“I should think that would be obvious, even to you.” Holmes inclined his head toward the water.  “I intend not to waste the resources nature has provided for us.  I am covered in dust and grime and the river is here, the solution seems apparent to me.  Would you not agree, Hooper?”

Watson heard her sputter out something that could have been interpreted as agreement.  Then she excused herself for a moment, stood with her recently rinsed and still dripping garments clutched to her chest, and hurried toward the Vardo as if the very hounds of hell were at her heels.

As soon as she was inside the wagon, Watson turned back to his friend with a stern look.  There was nothing else for it, he would have to reveal Hooper’s secret.  “Holmes, I really must protest.  There is something you need to know-“

“I am already aware of the matter of which you wish to enlighten me.”

Watson huffed, incredulous.  “I do not think you are.”

Holmes finished undressing, forcing Watson to turn away or risk becoming for more well acquainted with his friend than he cared to. “If you are about to inform me that Doctor Hooper is not what he appears to be . . . I am already aware.”

“But you never!  Not a word!  How long have you known?” Watson sputtered.  A quick glance assured him that Holmes had walked deep enough into the river that the water rose to his chest when he knelt.

“Since the first time he spoke with true aggravation in my presence.  Perhaps ten minutes into our acquaintance.  Hooper’s mannerisms were odd, but easily dismissible as merely that of an effeminate gentleman.  However, the lower register that Hooper routinely uses was momentarily absent.  It was quite clearly the voice of a woman berating me for some infraction.  One that must have been particularly heinous, judging from the scolding I received.”

“You keep saying ‘he’, Holmes.”  Watson looked longingly toward the water.  It did appear rather inviting.

"Why wouldn't I when we are discussing the Hooper who is employed at St Bartholomew's?  That Hooper is very clearly a man.  That's how he chooses to present himself professionally, which are the only times we have had occasion to interact, and the man is extremely competent at his job.  What business is it of mine to contradict him simply because of what may or may not be hidden in his trousers?"

"Holmes!"  Watson glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were still alone.

"For God's sake, man, you're a doctor.  Stop acting as if you are my spinster maiden aunt. To the world, Hooper is a male, and I have made considerable effort to respect that.  Even if my own thoughts have been known to play havoc with my good intentions."  Holmes dunked his head under the water to thoroughly wet his hair, then stood up and began to wade toward the riverbank.

"If you were aware that Hooper was a . . ."  Watson lowered his voice to a loud, hissing whisper.  "A woman, then what was that earlier display about?"

Finally—Finally!—Holmes had the decency to look slightly abashed.  "I have long been stimulated by Hooper's intelligence, his provoking nature, his ability to hold his own against me in a battle of words.  Of late, however, I have begun to notice stirrings of a less . . . cerebral nature during some of our more heated exchanges."

"Are you saying that you're a, well, a homosexual?" Watson whispered once again as Holmes bent to pick up his drawers.  Not that it would alter their friendship as far as Watson was concerned, but Holmes would have to tread lightly if he wished to act upon his inclinations without being accused of a criminal act by someone wishing to discredit him in the eyes of the law.

"Have we not just established that I have been aware that Hooper has been masquerading as a man the entire time I have been working with him?  Clearly, it is not simply a matter of a preference for one sex or the other.  I told you, Watson, it was his mind that first drew me.  Then other little details began to find root in my thoughts.  The size and delicacy of Hooper's hands, the graceful line of her pale throat.  More and more I found myself wondering what her hair would look like when released from her wig, the shape of her lips without the obstruction of Hooper's mustache."  He looked away for a moment and Watson thought he was going to draw into himself, but Holmes surprised him.  "I finally understood that I wished to get to know the woman behind the doctor, to see if she truly was everything I'd begun to imagine."

"And that was?"

Holmes finished stepping into his trousers, and reached for his shirt.  "Intelligent, practical, strong, graceful."

All fine qualities that Holmes would find important in a mate, Watson knew. But there were others that were equally important, surely.  "What of attraction, Holmes?"

"I won't lie and pretend that her physical appearance won't have a bearing in my intentions, the difference between platonic affection and something more.  But the same could be true on her part.”  He slid his arms into the shirt sleeves and began to fasten the buttons.  “I may not have the sort of countenance that she would prefer in a potential paramour."

"And the peacock display?" Watson asked.

“An experiment.”  Now Holmes flushed.  "If there was no sign of reciprocal attraction on Hooper's part, then I would be able infer any overtures of a romantic or . . . physical nature would be unwelcomed.  I could therefore spare us both the embarrassment of presuming too much when I finally approached her to extend the hand of friendship."

"Why didn't you just ask?  Hooper, I mean.  Why bother with this highly improper ruse?"  More importantly, Watson thought, why did he have to be present when Holmes decided to expose his arse to the gaze of God and Nature.

Holmes started at him if Watson had said something particularly disappointing.  "Think it through.  If I approached Hooper at St Bartholomew's or her residence, without first ascertaining if there was an inkling of shared interest, then I would be putting a strain on our professional . . ."  He struggled for the correct term.

"Relationship,” Watson offered.

"Not necessarily the term I would have chosen, but adequate.  At best Hooper would be aware that I knew of her deception; and no matter how sincere my assurances that I would not turn her in, there would always be the sword of Damocles hanging over her head.  Which would be preferable to the worst scenario, in which Hooper might see my overture as an extortion attempt, and feel obligated to pretend affection in order to maintain her current lifestyle."

"I still do not see how that required you to remove every stitch of your clothing in front of someone you know to be a woman, regardless of her current form of dress."  

Holmes looked to the heavens as if searching for patience.  "If Hooper exhibited no sign of interest in my 'display'—as you so charmingly put it—then there would be no reason to risk alerting her that I am now, and always have been, aware of her true nature.  I would have been disappointed, I admit, but Hooper is the best pathologist I've had the opportunity to work with and I have no desire to intentionally ruin that."

"Is this about risking the loss of your sparring partner at the morgue, or risking your heart without first hedging your bet?  She may not be the only one uncomfortable with continuing as before if your attraction is not returned."  As brilliant as Holmes was, he did have an awful habit of overlooking the obvious when it came to his own emotions.

"I have been reliably informed that I do not have a heart. Watson.” Holmes shook his head as he slipped his bracers over his arms and into place.  “You of all people should know that.”

"I, of all people, am the one who knows just how large of a heart you possess, and how strongly it beats for those you hold dear.”  Watson saw through his friend’s defences easily.  “Did you so quickly forget the extent of your efforts to remind me of all I was to lose if I couldn't see past the red haze of anger I felt when I learned of Mary's adventures for your brother?"

"That was different.  That was Mary."

"And this is . . .”  Watson trailed off with a frown.  “What is Hooper's given name?"

"The medical license is issued to Milton Hooper, but I feel it safe to assume that wasn't the name she was christened with."  Holmes looked pensive.  “If I could find out where she was born, I might be able to locate her birth records . . .”

"What was all this about, then, if not a matter of the heart?"  Watson's expression hardened.  "I will not stand by and let you comprise-"

"Watson!” Holmes snarled.  “I am not going to continue this line of questioning with you."

"Holmes.  Sherlock.   I've only one last inquiry.  In all the years that I have known you, you have only expressed more than a passing interest in one other person-"

Holmes looked utterly horrified.  "Who?!"

Watson gave him a pointed look, then glanced down to where Holmes’ pocket watch would normally rest.  Holmes remained stubbornly silent.  "If you have had an interaction of a romantic nature-"

"Do you mean a sexual nature, Watson?  Because that seems to be what you are attempting to imply in a ridiculously indirect way."  The detective bent down and snatched up his boots, before glaring at his friend.

"I said romantic and that is what I meant.”  Watson held out his arm to keep Holmes from walking away.  “Are you sure this is what you want, that it isn't just an entertainment to fill the time between cases?"

Holmes bit back whatever snide comment had been about to slip from his lips and took a deep, calming breath.  He looked toward the Vardo, then back to Watson and nodded his head.  “This is what I want.  She is what I want.  If her friendship is all that Hooper wishes to grant me, then I shall accept it with all the grace that God has granted me.  Which is, I concede, not much.  However, I have reason to believe there shall be more between her and I than merely friendship.”

“And what brought you to that conclusion?”  Watson hoped his friend was correct, and that it wasn’t just the other man’s overblown ego making itself known.

Holmes nodded toward the small curtained window on the side of the wagon. “Hooper spent quite a long time raptly peeking out of that window while I was undressed.  If you wouldn’t mind giving us a small measure of privacy, I believe the good doctor and I have something we need to discuss.”  He set off for the wagon, then stopped before he reached the steps.  “A mere two minutes’ walk up the bank would ensure that no one bathing in the river could be seen from the Vardo, if one were so inclined.”

Watson watched Holmes enter the wagon, and waited to make sure Hooper wasn’t going to come storming out.  He laid out his newly washed clothing over several tree branches to dry in the sun, then took his shaving kit and began to whistle as he walked up the riverbank.

#sherlollyweek2017

[backtothestart02bts]

Sex Bet

Barry walked into the room and sighed heavily, his eyes glued to Iris's smooth legs spread propped up on the couch cushions as she scrolled her phone screen. She was wearing an oversized sweater and her hair was swiped across her right shoulder, leaving the nape of her neck on her left side open to his viewing. It had been three days since Cisco had frustratingly stalked out of his workshop, whining about how he was tired of walking in on them in promiscuous positions. Barry had flushed, while Iris defiantly told Cisco he couldn't possibly be scarred THIS time, since not a single article of clothing had been removed. 'Your hands were places!' He'd shot back, clearly agitated. Iris had rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow. Barry had stayed mum. Then Cisco issued the challenge of all challenges and Iris, ever willing to put that boy in his place for objecting to her love life with her FIANCÉ, had INSTANTLY risen to the challenge. 'I bet you two couldn't last one day without having sex with each other.' 'Maybe you forgot that we were broken up for a week at one point and didn't fuck AT ALL during that time.' Barry's face lit up fire engine red at her language, his eyes widening noticeably, but Cisco remained unaffected. 'Hard to fuck when you're barely on speaking terms, let alone in the same room.' Barry swallowed hard, worried about more than the language now. He had instinctively BAD feeling of the direction of this conversation. Cisco and Iris stared each other down for a full minute before the tension for Barry became unbearable. 'Guys-' 'One week.' 'What?' Barry's mouth went dry but neither acknowledged him. 'I bet you couldn't go one week without having sex with each other,' Cisco said. 'You're...' he glanced briefly over at Barry, clearly annoyed, 'insatiable.' Barry had no time to be crushed by Cisco's disgust b/c the next word that came out of Iris's mouth shattered his very existence. 'Deal.' He'd protested immediately and had promised all matter of things to both of them if only they'd undo this stupid bet, but neither relented. Iris was determined to win & Cisco gloried in the promise of a week long reprieve of witnessing Barry & Iris sexy times. And twenty bucks. In fact, he wanted it so badly that he frequently egged Iris on how they wouldn't able to make it that long that it only made her more determined to remain celibate. When Barry tried to seduce her that first night - which was usually remarkably easy - she refused, reminding him of the bet they'd made. 'YOU made,' he retorted. 'I was highly against it from the start.' 'Do you have no self-control?' She shot back. 'None,' he said instantly. 'Not where you're concerned.' Then she'd cupped his face, and he'd thought she would cave or at the very least tie him over with a kiss. But she denied him even that. 'Just give me this one thing, babe. We can have a sex marathon when the week is up.' He blinked. 'But we're not even at STAR Labs. We're at HOME. Cisco won't know if we have sex at home. And it's hardly fair for him to be-' 'It's the deal we ma-' 'YOU made,' he corrected again. She'd smiled serenely, which didn't make him feel better at ALL. 'It'll be easier not to slip up in public if we're keeping ourselves in check in private too.' 'Says WHO?' He'd squeaked. 'I'm jacked up already and it's been less than twenty-four hours. You're hot as hell, Iris. There's no way I'm going to last sleeping next to you every night.' 'You do make a good point,' she'd said contemplatively. He'd wanted to be relieved, but he knew she wasn't going to cave that quickly. 'Maybe you should sleep on the couch,' she'd said, and gotten off it to retreat into another room. Well, Barry had been so shocked that he'd ended up insisting to her that he wouldn't seduce her in her sleep. He had enough self-control for that. She'd smiled that unsettling smile again in response. 'I know you do, babe,' she'd said. 'And don't worry, you'll get through this.' It worried him that she didn't say 'we'll.' As if she had absolutely no problem not sleeping with him for seven days straight. Today that was being put to an end. Barry sauntered over to Iris. When he was in front of her, he said nothing, only waited for her to become aware of his presence. 'What is it?' She asked, not looking up from her phone. 'I've had enough, Iris,' he said, putting as much stubborn demand as he could into his voice. Iris's finger stilled. She lifted her head to look up at him. 'Enough of what?' She asked. It bothered him that she actually seemed to not know. 'Enough of you having absolutely no problem resisting sex with me.' A coy smile started to spread across her face. 'I have been going out of my MIND,' he squeaked. 'But you have been just FINE. Just so...so...' His eyes drifted to her smooth legs that he ached to run his hands over. And then wrap around his waist as he thrust into her. 'I wouldn't say that...' she teased, taking his hand in hers and pulling him onto the couch beside her. She sat up so she could pull her legs back and then draped them across his lap. His hands hovered above them, afraid this was a trap. He looked to her for direction. 'Go ahead, Bear.' She nodded to her limbs laying across his. 'Touch.' That word alone gave him a hard on, made him shiver. Iris smirked. 'Or maybe you don't need to.' Barry closed his eyes and reverently laid his hands on her legs, then squeezed gently, caressing them with exquisite care and barely controlled need. And then the unthinkable happened. A quiet moan emerged from the depths of Iris's throat. Barry's eyes flashed open, and he turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed, but they opened slowly, lust evident in them. Barry gulped. 'See,' she said. 'I'm suffering just as much.' Hesitantly, unsure if this was the right move, or smart by any stretch of the imagination, Barry started to lean towards her, retreating a couple times even as his hands started to move up to her thighs. Then without warning, Iris impatiently grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and pulled his toward her until their lips collided and a second moan was released the moment his tongue came into contact with hers. 'Wh-What about the bet?' Barry asked, a century of making out later, well aware how dumb THAT move was. Iris was breathing heavily as she tilted her head back to look into his eyes. 'Let's just say I've found CISCO in compromising positions multiple times with CYNTHIA during the past three days, and I finally got him to fess up as to why he was so irritated about running into us.' 'We were stealing his make out spots.' She grinned. 'We were stealing his make out spots.' Barry was giddy with delight. 'So...does that mean...?' Iris reached down into her pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. 'That means we won the bet, baby.' He grinned. 'But that wasn't-' 'I called him out on his deceptive motivation and he caved.' Barry's eyes sparkled. 'I love you.' 'We have to try very hard not to fuck in his workshop, but otherwise we're home free. He will not harass us in the future for any excessive PDA.' 'What's the twenty for?' Barry asked. 'You guys never discussed numbers.' Iris laughed. 'That's to keep us out of his workshop for the rest of the week.' 'A failsafe,' he concluded. 'Mhmm.' She started to pull him in again. He moaned into the kiss. His hands started to wonder. 'Touch me, Barry,' she begged, a hot whisper on her tongue. He groaned and sped them upstairs to their bedroom where he revealed himself as fully erect and frantically searching for a condom. They both came fast, a result of their short-lived celibacy. But then they made love slowly, torturously, and more than once that night. 'No more bets like this,' Barry whispered against her breast where his head lay resting after their final time that night. Iris absentmindedly played with his damp locks and pressed kisses to his skin. 'I'll try not to agree to anything sex-related,' she said. 'Only if it involves ABSENCE of sex,' he clarified. 'Otherwise...' Iris smile spread into a wide grin. She bit her lip at his thirst, hers too. 'Agreed,' she said. 'OTHER sex bets could get interesting.' He mumbled something incoherent in agreement and tightened his hold around her wait. 'G'night, Iris.' Iris smiled tenderly, closing her eyes as well as she relaxed deeper into the pillows. 'Goodnight, baby.'

#westallen #fanfiction #mine #oh look what happened #not sure if this will be a oneshot or a drabble #will be posted on AO3 soon regardless #hope you enjoyed