#i don't care because i have tequila and it is delicious

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: anon request - "sam and colby making a sex tape with reader?!?!"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, double penetration, fingering, oral (all rec), hair pulling, rough actions, dirty talk, pet names, creampies, filth

Word count: 3.9k | not edited

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"What are you doing lately, miss y/n?" Michelle asks as she crosses her leg over her other, leaning back to sip her drink.

You glance up at Sam and Colby, who are smiling and laughing while talking with their friends.

You look back to your friend, "Oh you know, just the usual adventuring and YouTubing."

She smiles and nods, "Yeah I just seen you surpassed three million." She holds her glass out and you clink yours with hers. She takes a sip, pointing to you, "I'm proud of you."

You smile, "Thank you. It hasn't been easy, but we're getting somewhere."

"And another round of tequila shots for this table." The waitress says setting down the tray and everyone cheers, already slightly drunk.

"Thank you!" You say taking your shot glass, "What are we cheersing to?"

"To y/n. For making to three million." Colby winks at you and you can feel the heat in your cheeks rising and it doesn't help when Sam looks at you with his smirk, "To y/n."

"No.. no.. there's no-"

"To y/n." They all cut you off, clinking their small glasses before taking them. A few people let out a groan and you laugh as you suck on your lime wedge.

"Oh my god. I love this song." Michelle gets up, "Come dance with me!" You look down at your empty glass, "Let me get a refill and I'll meet you out there."

She nods and runs over with a few of the other girls, dancing and singing as they do.

You look up and Sam and Colby are staring at you, "Yes?"

They shake their heads and Colby scoots down in the booth to sit in front of you, "Just admiring how good our girl looks." He winks and nods down, "I'll get you a drink."

You smile, "Thank you."

Sam moves down, "He's right. You look fantastic, babe."

"Sam." You whisper leaning in, "Careful."

He rolls his eyes, "Please. They're all drunk, they don't care." You smirk, glancing over at the rest of the group laughing and taking more shots, "You're right."

You, Sam and Colby all talked and agreed to keep your relationship as secret as possible, mainly because you weren't sure how everyone would react to you guys being a thruple.

You didn't think your friends would care, they'd be asking questions for sure, but Sam and Colby's fan base, along with yours, you just weren't sure yet.

You didn't really care what they thought, normal was so fucking overrated anyway. It was more or less you didn't want Sam and Colby to lose viewers for it, that was important to them.

You look over and lean over slightly as Colby extends his arm out, drink in hand, "Here you go, my love."

You smile, "Thank you." You take a sip, "Mm. This is delicious."

He sits down next to Sam, "Thought you'd like it." He slides Sam drink over to him and sighs, "Thought you were going to dance?"

You glance over at Michelle and the others and sigh, "Yeah, I probably should." You stand up, resting your hands flat on the table, "I know I'm reaching my limit soon."

"How come?" Colby smirks leaning in. You look over at him, leaning in closer to both him and Colby, "Because I'm starting to wonder why we aren't having sex yet."

You bite your lip, slowly pushing yourself up off the table.

"Yeah I'm starting to wonder that myself." Sam brings his glass to his lips and Colby nods, "Mhm." You smirk, laughing as you grab your drink, "Later."

You walk over, dancing as you walk up to your friends. Soon enough, you find yourself being drug up to the bar, your friends egging you to take more shots, and you do.

You slam the fifth one down, waving your hands as you laugh, "No, no. No more." You shake your head, "I'm good."

"Oh come on, y/n! It's a special night." Michelle shakes your arm slightly and you smirk, sighing, "Fine. One." You hold up one finger, "I mean one more."

"Yes! Okay!" She waves to the bartender and he walks over, "I need.." she looks around to make sure everyone is still there, "Five more tequila shots please."

He nods and walks away to get them and Michelle turns to you, "So how does it feel?"

You look up at her from your bar stool, "How does what feel?"

"You know.. getting to hang out with Sam and Colby all the time?" She sips her drink and raises her eyebrows, "You know lots of girls would kill to be in your position."

You laugh slightly, "I mean, I've known them for a while." You shrug, "It's always something new."

"Now.." she laughs slightly and sighs, "I have to ask.."

You close your eyes, biting down on the inside of your lip because you know where this is going.

"Are you.. you know.." she leans in, glancing back at them before looking back at you, "Seeing either one of them?"

"Oh my god, Michelle." You roll your eyes and the bartender sets the glasses down, "Here you go."

"Thank you." You grab yours, taking it before sucking on the lime wedge.

"You didn't answer me." She nudges you, "Come on. I'm your best friend."

"And you're also very.. very drunk. So on that note." You finish the drink in your tall glass and set it down, "I'm heading home."

You go to stand up and she grabs you, "We're not done talking about this, missy."

You laugh and nod your head, "okay."

You walk over to the booth Sam and Colby are at, leaning down between them, "Take me home."

They both turn to look at you and they both nod, "Gladly."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The ride home was kinda quiet, all but Sam and Colby talking to the Uber driver.

"Yeah, I've followed you guys since the beginning. I recently just subscribed to y/n. I think her content is pretty good too."

"I basically do the same stuff they do, just without the man power." You giggle and they all laugh. Kellin, the driver, shakes his head, "I think that's pretty badass."

Colby's hand brushes against your leg at the subtle flirting that's happening on Kellin's end and you lay your hand on his, "Yeah, when I'm not doing my own stuff, I'm with these two on their channel."

Sam chuckles and shakes his head, mumbling under his breath, "Can't get enough of us."

"What was that?" Kellin asks leaning back more and Colby laughs, "This is our stop."

"Oh, alright. Pleasure to meet you guys." He looks back, "Congrats on three mill, y/n." He smiles and you nod, "Thank you for driving us home."

"Anytime." He winks and you see Colby clench his jaw before he gets out, helping you out behind him. He shuts the door with a slam and Sam walks around the back to meet you guys before heading up to the house.

"That guy was so fucking thirsty for your attention, babe." Colby laughs and sighs, "times like that are when I wish I could just.." he grabs your throat, holding you still so he can crash his lips onto yours.

You grip his biceps, kissing him back until Sam cuts it short, "Can we maybe move this party inside?"

You laugh against Colby's lips, "Of course, honey." You squeeze him arm as you walk by him, setting your bag down on the couch.

You turn around, and watch as Colby shrugs his jacket off. Sam pulls his hoodie up over his head. They both lay them over the back of the couch as you sit down on it, "So."

"So." They both say as they move in to kiss each side of your neck. You tilt your head back and shrug your cropped jacket that's draped over your shoulders, off.

"I had an idea." You whimper as you drag your hands up their chests, "A good idea actually."

"What's your good idea, baby?" Colby slides his hands down and across your waist, "we'd love to know."

Sam rests his forehead against your temple and you smirk, "Go get the camera." Sam lifts his head and looks at Colby, "Fuck yeah."

Sam races upstairs into the office to grab it. Colby moves to stand between your knees, holding onto your waist, "dirty girl."

"Just want something to look back on when you guys are away." You bite your lip as you look up at him and he groans lowly, "Well give you something."

Sam comes back down, "Alright. Where do you wanna start?" You slide down off the back of the couch, "follow me." You walk over to the steps and you hear the camera click on.

You smirk as you turn around, looking down at the camera. Sam moves it up and down, showing you off, "Can't wait to get you out of that tiny little skirt."

"Been teasing us all fucking night." Colby adds as he walks up, pulling you with him up the steps. Sam follows behind, and you make your way to the bedroom.

You pull Colby to you, pushing him back onto the bed so you can straddle him. You reach out for Sam, grabbing his hand once he lays it in yours and pull him to you as well.

He hands the camera to Colby and Colby films you on top of him. Your skirt riding up to reveal those slutty little panties sitting between your legs that are soaked.

Moving over to capture the slow, heated make out that has you pulling at Sam's shirt. He leans back, lifting the shirt over his head and tossing it before moving back in for more.

"Fuck. That's so hot." Colby groans, raising his hips slightly. You moan against Sam's lips as you grind against Colby's cock in his jeans.

"That feel good?" Colby asks and you nod as you pull away from Sam, "Yes."

"You know what would feel better, baby?" Sam whispers as he slides his hand down your body, pulling your skirt up more, "If you sat on his cock for him."

Colby hands the camera to Sam and you move off of him onto your knees slowly taking what little clothes you had on, off while Sam recorded you, hyping you up as Colby stood next to him.

"Fuck, yeah baby. Take it off for us." Sam whispers, "You're so fucking sexy."

You giggle as you toss the black bandeau top at them and Sam zooms in your jiggling boobs, "You have such nice tits, babe."

You smile, covering your face as you laugh slightly, "Sam."

"What?" He laughs, "I'm just being honest, now move those arms, we wanna see."

You move your arms, hooking your thumbs into the band of your skirt but Colby stops you, "Mm. Leave that on. Just take off your panties."

You nod, confused, but you reach up under, hooking your fingers into the band of your underwear before pulling them down to above your knees.

You sit back watch as Colby takes the camera. Sam moves onto the bed, sliding his up your legs and grabbing a hold of your panties to pull them down.

He tosses them aside and grabs your ankles, spreading your legs apart. You move your skirt up to around your hips before you lean back, resting on your elbows.

"Look at the way he's looking at you, baby." Colby moves up by your head, "He wants to devour you."

You look from Colby to Sam and bite your lip, staring into Sam's eyes, "please..baby."

A smirk grows onto Sam's face and he nods towards Colby, "Give him something to." He winks and slides his hands up the outside of your thighs to your hips, gripping them as he shifts around to lay on his stomach.

You work at undoing Colby's jeans, pushing them down so you can free his cock from his boxers. Colby groans as your hand wraps around him, pumping slowly.

"Fuck.." he breathes out and holds the camera on the scene, "Use your mouth baby. I love it when you use that pretty little mouth."

Sam presses little kisses along the inside of your thigh until he reaches your pussy. He licks a strip up to your clit, closing his lips around it.

You moan out as you lean in to take the head of Colby's cock into your mouth. Colby holds the camera as steady as he possibly can on you sucking his cock, moving it to Sam eating your pussy every so often.

You work your way down, moaning around Colby as Sam's tongue plunges deep into you.

"F-fuck, baby. Yeah, shit. That's it." Colby groans, laying a hand on the back of your head, "Just.. like that just like that."

You pull off, tilting your head back as you clench around Sam's tongue, "Fuck, fuck fuck." You stroke Colby's cock, moaning out as you cum on Sam's face.

"Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl." Colby groans and points to the camera to Sam as he sits up, "How's she taste, Sam?" 

Sam smirks and nods, "scrumptious as always." He takes the camera from Colby and Colby pulls you up, "Come here, baby girl."

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him as he pulls you closer by pressing his hands to your back. He bends you back, laying you down as he hovers his body over yours, lips still connected with yours.

"Same thing but with Sam, yeah?" He says lifting his head up. You nod, panting as he kisses down your body.

Your eyes roll back as Colby sucks on your clit, nipping gently. Sam moves up next to you, recording Colby as he throws your legs over his shoulders.

"Tell us how it feels, baby." Sam brushes his hand over your boob, pinching and twisting your nipple, "does it feel good?"

"So.. so fucking good." You open your eyes, moaning out as you lean up to undo Sam's jeans, doing the same thing you did to Colby.

You tilt your head back, gasping as you feel Colby slip two fingers into you, "Shit." You clench around them as you pull Sam's boxers down his thighs, "Fuck, fuck, Colby."

You wrap your hand around Sam's cock and he pushes his hips forward. You part your lips, wrapping them around the head of his cock.

He groans lowly, "F-fuck, baby." He lays a hand on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair as he slowly moves your head up and down.

Your eyes roll shut as the overwhelming pleasure feeling of having a back to back orgasm takes over.

"You're so fucking good at this." Sam lets go of your hair and you bob your head, moaning around him as you cum around Colby's fingers.

"Fuck, fuck." Sam groans and moves his hips back, pulling his cock from your mouth, "You only get better at that."

Sam moves the camera down to film Colby finger fuck you through your high. You're whimpering, moaning, and arching your back off the bed while your heels dig into his back.

Your back meets the mattress as Colby pulls his fingers out and leans up. He brings his fingers to your lips and Sam records your wrapping your lips around them. You swirl your tongue, moaning as you suck yourself from his fingers.

"So fucking pretty." Sam brushes his fingers over your jaw and hands the camera to Colby when he takes his fingers from your mouth.

Sam stands up to discard his clothes fully, then lays his body on yours. You feel his cock rub against you, “Sam.”

“What baby?” Sam kisses your jaw line down your neck as you whimper, “Please.”

Sam looks over at Colby, smirking at the camera as he leans up to his knees, “Please what baby?”

“I want you..” you move your hips, staring up at him, “I need you.”

“She needs you, Sam.” Colby says moving the camera up and down your body slowly, “Give her some.”

Sam bites his lip as he slowly pushes his cock into you. Colby records your face as it scrunches up with pleasure and you moan, “Yes, yes.”

“That what you wanted, babe? Hmm?” Colby runs his thumb over your bottom lip and you wrap your lips around it, moaning quietly as Sam starts to slowly thrust in and out of you.

Colby pulls his thumb out and you moan, “y-yes.”

Sam grips the shirt that’s around your waist, groaning as he tilts his head back, “Shit.”

Colby moves the camera down, focusing on Sam’s cock going in and out of you, “So fucking hot.” Colby moves down to plant his lips on yours, swallowing every moan that comes from your lips.

Sam slides a hand up, gripping one of your boobs as he slows his thrusts down, “I need to stop or my night will be cut short.” He chuckles as he pulls his cock from you and you whimper at the loss.

Sam takes the camera from Colby and Colby moves to lay next to you, “C’mere, baby girl.” He guides you to straddle him and you sink down onto his cock with a gasp, nails leaving crescent marks on his abdomen.

Sam sets the camera on the stand next to the bed, angled perfect to capture all three of you. He moves up next to you, kiss your neck as you move up and down on Colby’s cock, “You look so hot riding his cock.”

“So fucking good at this.” Colby moans as his fingers dig into your thighs, “Such a beautiful fucking sight.”

Sam grabs your skirt, assisting with lifting you up and down, “You’re such a little slut for us.” He nips your ear, groaning as you reach down to grab his cock, stroking him as you lay your head back on his shoulder, “you know exactly how to treat us.”

You clench around Colby’s cock and Colby shakes his head, “Hold it baby. You’re gunna cum with us when we’re ready.”

You nod once, squeezing your eyes shut as Sam sucks on your neck, pinching your nipple with his fingers, “You can do it, baby. I know you can.”

“Sam.. give me the camera..” Colby extends an arm out towards it and Sam moves to grab it, handing it to him before moving to his place behind you.

Colby records you bouncing on his cock while Sam slides a hand down to rub your clit, “I know we make it hard, but don’t cum yet.”

“Fucking beautiful.” Colby moans and zooms in on his cock going in and out of your pussy, “Sh-shit.” Colby sits up slightly, “How do you wanna finish.”

He reaches up and tilts your chin down so you can look at him, “How do you wanna finish, baby?” He repeats and you smile slightly, “I want you both.”

Colby’s eyes move to Sam’s and Sam smirks, “You heard her.” Colby nods, “I sure did.”

Sam moves to sit with his back against the headboard, “you can either set the camera down somewhere or whatever..”

Colby nods, moving to set it up somewhere while Sam directs you on how to sit, basically reverse cowgirl, but Sam move down a little bit and you’re laying with your back on his chest.

You bring your legs up and Colby moves in front of you, standing over you looking over your body, “Hold on.” He reaches over, grabbing the camera.

Sam reaches down grabbing his cock and slaps it against your ass a few times, “Colbs, some spit please.”

Colby chuckles and nods before leaning forward to spit. You bite your lip as you feel it run down over your ass and Sam rubs his cock in it.

Colby records the process of Sam slowly pushing into you, moving up to your face as you pant, moaning out with a little bit of pain and pleasure combined.

“You okay, baby?” Sam asks in whisper as he moves to hold your legs up by the back of your knees.

You nod, “y-yes. Yes.”

“Taking him so good baby.” Colby presses his thumb to your clit, gently rubbing circles as Sam slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts back in.

Your moans fill the room, and they’re loud.

“That’s it baby, let em out.” Colby groans as he watches the scene in front of him, “Fuck, let me in there.” Sam slows his thrusts down, leaving you whimpering as Colby slowly slips his cock into your pussy, “Fucking hell.”

He angles the camera down by his side, capturing the moment.

You lay your hands on Sam’s, digging your nails into the top of his hands, “Fuck, fuck fuck.”

“Taking us so fucking well baby.” Sam kisses your head, “Almost done, okay?”

You nod and arch your back slightly, becoming a complete mess as they start to thrust into you.

You can fight it anymore. You clench around both of them, screaming out as you cum. Colby pushes your thighs back a little more with his one hand, moaning out as you cum around him.

“Shit.” He groans lowly, “I-I’m gonna fucking cum.” He digs his fingers into your thigh and tries to hold the camera steady as he fills you.

Sam is quick to follow.

You moan out as you feel them both twitching inside of you, whimpering as you relax from your own high,

Colby leans up, breathing heavy as he watches you, “Y/n, baby. You alright?”

You slowly lift your head, giving him a smile, “Never better.”

Colby bites his lip, nodding as he moves the camera to where you guys are still commenced, “Ready?” You take a deep breath, “Yeah.”

He nods and slowly pulls out. He groans lowly as he watches his cum spill out and roll down towards Sam cock that’s still inside of you, “Fuck. Sam you’ll have to watch this.”

“Oh trust me. I want to.” Sam slowly lifts you as he pulls out himself, and Colby sucks in air as you push out Sam’s cum for him, “Fuck, baby.”

You giggle quietly, sighing as you roll off of Sam. He leans over, “I’ll go get the shower started, hang tight.” He places a kiss to your lips and you nod, “Okay.”

Colby sets the camera down and lays next to you, “You okay?” He brushes hair from your face and you lay a hand on his cheek, “I’m sure I’ll feel it tomorrow.”

He chuckles and nods, “Yeah, that’s why I’m not going to let us watch it for a few days. Because I’m sure when we do..” he raises his brows and you laugh, “Oh I know.”

Sam comes back in, laying behind you, “You okay?” You nod, turning your head towards him, “Yes, baby.” He kisses your cheek, “Okay. Shower is ready.”

You slowly sit up and swing your legs off the bed, “Better hope that doesn’t get mixed in with your usual footage.” You laugh and look at them.

Colby’s eyes go wide, “Oh god, we’d have to fucking tweet something along the lines of um, hey guys, so that wasn’t your normal footage.. sorry for the.. the.. I don’t even know what we’d say.. I’d delete my accounts.. go rogue.” He laughs, “Colby Brock who?”

You laugh and look at Sam, “not if we uploaded it to the right website.” You wink and get up to walk to the bathroom.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I feel like this was short, but also really good so that makes up for it. I hope you enjoyed!

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[be-with-me-so-happily]

il gran finale

ONE SHOT

Summary: As photography apprentice to Lloyd Wakefield, you have been around Harry quite a lot on tour, capturing all the mesmerizing moments on stage. But at the after party of the final show in Reggio Emilia, he seems to be the one zoned in on you.

AN: I don't know if this is any good. I haven't written smut in so long, but with Love On Tour coming to an end, I needed to do something!

Warnings: Some explicit language, alcohol consumption, mild exhibitionism kink, fingering, public unprotected intercourse (wrap it before you tap it people)

You've always known Harry Styles is a gentleman. Even before you took on the role of apprentice photographer to Lloyd Wakefield, you only ever heard positive comments about the man, about how kind and caring he is. No one ever has a bad thing to say, and touring with him has only proven those things to be true. He is a sweet guy, just as everyone claims him to be.

That's his reputation. His public reputation.

But the way his enchanting and lustful green eyes have locked in on you for the past several minutes has made you think of nothing but the other reputation he has. The dream that you and thousands of his fans indulge in. The fantasy of him taking control of every single part of you, of using you, of pleasing you. Of giving you everything he has while you are under him, and on top of him, and in front of him, and…

You reset yourself as nearby laughter pulls you out of those delicious yet indelicate thoughts, ones you may need to draw upon later in the privacy of your hotel room.

It's bad enough that he has a flirtatious side. The subtle winks, the cheeky smiles, the wiggles of his eyebrows when a mildly indecent comment has been made. Usually by him. Both on and off stage, each of those gestures can easily get you flustered.

And it definitely doesn't make your job any easier, especially considering it's your assignment to watch him, to photograph him, to view him in a variety of different angles, none of which could be considered unflattering. He always looks good.

The outfit tonight, the shaggy silver get-up, showcasing his glistening pecs and chiseled abs, only added to the assortment of desires you only dwell upon alone at night. You're usually very composed, for the most part. You know how to play it cool.

But right now, as his stare exhibits something primal, you feel as if your entire body is on fire, and you can't help but be engulfed by the flames.

Clinking of the ice in your glass as you bring it to your lips alerts you to the fact that your drink has been fully consumed, and you decide to head to the bar for a refill. If not just for another drink, then for the moment of solidarity to gather yourself and bring some air back into your lungs. Because you are sure it's not the alcohol that's causing you to feel so dizzy.

"Hi, could I please hav-"

"Another margarita?" You hear in a deep, sultry, British voice sounding out from behind you. Right behind you.

"Yes please." You utter, almost inaudibly, to the bartender, the heat from before intensifying with each breath of Harry's that you feel on your neck.

"And I'll have two shots of Tequila, please sir." He states, so casually, as you stand frozen in place.

A cold breeze hits your skin as you see him move around and position himself to your left, leaving you to miss the warmth he was just providing.

"You look like you're having a good time." He states, as he brings his glass to his lips. You watch as the rim rests on them. You watch as the liquid slides between them. And you watch as a smirk pulls in the mischievous dimple that he is so well known for, unintentionally licking your own lips in the process.

"Sorry… what were you saying?" You ask, attention moving back to his gaze and finding those glistening green irises already locking in on your eyes.

"Enjoying yourself?" He chuckles in response to your question, leaving your heart pounding with embarrassment.

"I am!" You exclaim, quicker than anticipated, clearly not playing it cool like you believe you usually do.

"Good." He replies simply.

"Are you?"

"I am." He nods, his eyes quickly flickering down your body, before switching their focus back to the bar, creating a warmth between your legs, and you try desperately not to squirm.

"Good." You reply, with a giggle, finally taking the sip of margarita that has unknowingly been sitting in front of you for a few minutes. "So we're both enjoying ourselves."

He chuckles along with you, shaking his head as he throws back his second shot. He swallows it harshly, drawing your eye to the way his Adam's apple bobs with the consumption of the liquor. You notice his body begin to turn towards you, and as you glaze up his neck to his gorgeous face, a lustful expression falls over it. His brows narrow, and deviancy sparks in his eyes, turning them to a deep, enticing emerald.

"Want to enjoy each other now?"

"Sure, that-" You begin to respond, but your eyes begin to travel down to his lips, noticing how his teeth dig into the bottom one. His look of determination makes you wonder if there's a more devious meaning behind it, and that thought alone causes an extreme yearning between your legs. "Wait… what do you mean?"

He leans against the bar, his tattoo-covered forearm resting on top, as the palm of his right hand gently slides over your hip and draws you closer with the mildest press of his fingertips against your dress.

"YN, I just had one of the best nights of my fucking life! I want to celebrate. Really celebrate."

"And… how-... umm… how do you want to really celebrate?" You chuckle nervously, every hair on your body standing straight, every nerve on high alert.

"I can show you. If you want me to." He utters, almost a whisper, barely audible in the jumble of conversations surrounding you, but loud enough that it sends the coldest shiver down your spine. He leans closer, his body following along until you are only inches apart. "And considering how tightly your thighs are clenched together right now… I think you do."

Your mouth instantly drops open, and if he wasn't actually correct, and those contracted muscles weren't holding you upright, your legs would have buckled beneath you.

"C'mon." He whispers, softly running two fingers down your arm and grabbing your hand, pulling your body to follow him.

"Harry, wait." You manage to get out, surprisingly, considering the daze he's just put you in. "This… is your party..."

"Yeah." He states, shrugging so casually as he turns back to look at you. "So?"

"We can't just leave!"

Harry stops his trek, along with your heart. He swivels around, the most salacious smirk wide across his face, and to your surprise, you manage to clench your core even tighter.

He leans down to your ear, his lip barely grazing the bottom, his breath steady but thick.

"Who said anything about leaving?"

An exhale releases all the air held in your lungs, leaving you unsure whether it is the margaritas or his suggestive statement that's making your head spin.

He turns back and maneuvers through the crowd of people that have come to congratulate and party with him. But he seems to be a man on a mission.

Through the dim lights and the loud thumps of the music filling the room, you somehow find yourself looking at a staircase leading up the the second floor of the venue.

"Just us?" You hear Harry ask the security staff member guarding the way.

"Yes, Mr. Styles." He responds with a quick nod.

Without hesitation, Harry leads you up, each step building the anxious anticipation inside of you. It's not even clear what may be waiting for you at the top, but if Harry's apparent determination is any indication, it won't be boring.

As you reach the landing, you do a quick scan of your surroundings, seeing a couple of purple velvet sofas pushed against the wall. He takes you further in, letting go of your hand and placing both of his large palms on the thick, black railing in front of him. You stand at his side, copying his stature, though feeling the sweat of your hands being transferred to the metal within them.

The neon flashing of lights is the only thing brightening the venue, as the music sounds and provides a rhythm for the rest of the attendees to move their bodies to. You feel Harry's closest arm glide its way across your back, settling itself on your opposite hip, and squeezing with enough firmness to tell you he wants to be gentle with you, but also wants not to be.

The rest of his figure moves along behind you, pulling you closer to him, as if your bodies had an unretractable magnetic connection. The warmth of his lips suddenly hits right below your ear, causing every muscle you have to practically melt under that simple touch.

"Harry…" You utter, unsure if you've been heard over the sound of the new song beginning to play. "People could see us…"

"Doubtful." He mumbles, his breath tickling down your neck. "No one's looking anyway."

Another kiss moistens your skin, and your head falls backwards to him, resting against his broad, strong shoulder, encouraging him to continue his tantalizing exploration.

He grazes your hips with his palms, running them up and down the tops of your thighs, letting out a heavy exhale when he stops at the hem of your dress. His fingertips tease the edge, sliding around to the front. One hand lifts up to your waist, while the other glides around to your inner thigh, and you could swear your panties are already soaked.

"Do you like this?" He whispers in your ear, and with the state of daze he currently has you in, all you can manage is a subtle nod. "Tell me. Do you like this?"

"Y-yes." You breathe out.

"Do you want more?" He asks in the lowest tone he's ever spoken in, barely needing to convince you that he'll give you whatever you want.

"Yes." You reply, anticipation thick in your stomach.

His fingers run up and under your dress, and you thank yourself for picking the shorter of your two options when you were getting ready for the party.

You attempt to push him back a few paces to the closest velvet sofa for some privacy, but he stands solid in place and you stretch your neck to get as good of a look at him as you can.

"Stay." He states simply, not a demand that you couldn't reject, but the way his tone hit your soul, you can't even imagine refusing him of almost anything he wanted.

Suddenly your body jumps, as you feel mild pressure slowly moving up the center of your panties.

"Soaked." Harry whispers. "Didn't realize I got you this wet, this fast."

His teeth begin to nibble on your earlobe, as his fingers snap the fabric of your underwear, causing you to let out the most pathetic and needy whimper.

"Harry… please." You whine, desperate for something, anything, that he is willing to give you.

"What do you want, YN?"

"Touch me." You reply, your legs already weak at the thought.

He listens, running his index along your center, feeling how slick he's made you. Suddenly, he dips it inside of you, and you worry he could make you cum right here and now. But god you want to feel so much more. You want him to give you so much more.

Slowly, his finger pulls out, but immediately glides back in, accompanied by another, pumping them both in unison, and sending your head into a spin.

"Do you want more?" He asks into your ear.

"Yes." You barely reply, hoping with all you have that he heard your response.

He adds one more finger, and the trio pick up their pace as his thumb puts the perfect amount of pressure on your clit.

"Oh my god." You whine, feeling a sensation ripple through your body. Nothing you've done to yourself, alone with just your thoughts of him, could ever compare to the feeling of what he's doing to you now.

In and out, his fingers pump, and you're sure if the music suddenly stopped, the noise of his motions would echo from wall to wall.

"You're so tight." He utters. "Don't know if you'd be able to handle my cock."

Just the mention of that word has you moaning, so you reach your arm up to grab onto the back of his neck, and you tilt your head towards him.

"I want that."

"You want what?" He asks, quickening his pace, and halting your words until you swallow the lump that's caught in your throat.

You look down, scanning the crowd for any prying eyes, only to find everyone distracted by their own activities below. Although, at this moment, you aren't sure if that matters to you. If that would stop you.

"I want your cock." You admit, using your free hand to push in between your two bodies and palm over his hard bulge, the feeling of his thick girth creating an even deeper yearning for it.

"Fuck." He growls, his cock twitching under the fabric of his pants.

The emptiness created as his fingers leave your body almost has you wishing you hadn't made any other request, but as you feel his waistband tug down, and the bare skin of his cock as it springs out from its confines and back into your hand, you get wetter than you've been in any moment before.

A strong thigh parts your legs, the back of your dress inches up, and as you feel his long, thick cock glide between them and coat itself in your wetness, Harry lets out a deep, rumbling growl. He runs one hand up your spine and pushes slightly on your back, getting you to bend over a bit and prop yourself up with your hands gripping the railing.

There's never been a desperation so intense as now, as you feel Harry's tip tease your entrance. You've never wanted anything more than the sensation of him pushing into you, stretching you out, giving you everything you've ever fantasized about.

"Think you can fit me inside there?" He asks, the smugness more enticing than you could have imagined possible. But his words, his touch, his everything is overwhelming and rendering you speechless. Then you hear Harry hum, as if knowing your inability to reply, and answering it for himself. "I think you can."

And just like that, he slips in. Slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size each time he pushes in a little further. Filling you completely with every inch he goes deeper, until all you feel is him. Until all you know is him.

"Oh my god." You moan out, unaware if it has been drowned out by the music and chatter of everyone else.

He quickens his pace slightly, and your hold on the railing tightens, not only to steady yourself, but also to possibly disguise your actual activities as simply enjoying the rhythm of the song.

"All these people… and no one knows what we're doing up here." Harry grunts as he thrusts into you, drawing out another, yet much heavier, moan from your chest. It's followed by a pleased groan from behind you, the sound almost as good as any song he's ever sung. "But I wouldn't care if they did… if they saw how well you're taking me… and if they heard much you love it."

"Harry…" You whine, as an extreme sensation builds in your core, feeling every nerve peek, alerting you to the fact that at any moment now, you'll be completely taken over by the intense amount of pleasure he's giving you. "I need to-"

"No." He states sternly.

"Please!" You beg, all dignity being tossed aside.

"Not yet." He replies, and all of a sudden, you feel hollow. Something is missing, and as you feel yourself clear out from the heightened state of a daze you've been in since you reached that second level of the venue, you realize his glorious cock is no longer inside of you.

"What-" You begin, stepping back and turning around to face him, finding his teeth digging hard into his bottom lip, creating an even stronger desire to have him fill the gap again.

"I need to fuck you harder, and faster." He explains grabbing both hips as he backs up and lowers down to take a seat on the sofa. "And I need to watch you when you cum all over my cock."

A shallow breath makes its way out between your lips at his statement, and you slowly lower yourself to straddle his lap, feeling a throb inside yourself as you feel another underneath you.

Your hips begin to grind on him, hoping to create an impatience in him as strong as the one in you. You cup his cheeks within your palms and bring your lips to his, smiling against them as they part and release a deep moan. You move to kiss his jaw, letting the stubble tickle your skin and you make your way down his neck. His hands begin to roam your body, exploring more than they had been able to when standing at the railing. They grip your back, your waist, and settle at your hips, gripping just tight enough to guide them back and forth.

"All I've thought about tonight… is having you like this." You hear him utter, the words hitting deep into the pit of your stomach. "Hell, all I think about most nights is… fuck… is having you like this!"

You pull back, your eyes immediately locking in on his, as if your bodies are confessing their deepest desires to each other in a secret, seductive language. Without a word, you push up on your knees, hovering over and inviting him back inside of you, where you want him the most. One of his hands holds his cock steady as the other remains on you, helping you to lower back down onto him. In this position, you can feel him ever more, much to your surprise considering he filled you so well just moments ago.

"Then fuck me how you've been wanting to." You state, your focus still fully on him.

As soon as he's given that permission, both palms squeeze tighter to your body, pulling you down on his cock as if to meld your bodies together.

"Oh god." He exclaims, throwing his head backwards to rest on the sofa, dropping his mouth open as you begin to bounce.

Almost instantly, with the new depth he's hitting, you feel your body reignited and a release drawing near.

"Harry, this is…" You mumble, the pleasure hindering a complete coherent sentence. "It's… how…"

"Tell me, baby." He replies, holding you down as he starts to thrust up into you, leaving you unable to feel anything other than him.

"This is how… oh my-… I've been wanting you… to fuck me, too…"

"F-... fucks sake!" He exclaims, no longer holding back his vigor as he goes as fast and gets as deep as he possibly can, causing moans to burst out from both of you.

"Harr-... I'm gon-..." You whine, trying to plead with him to get you over the edge and fall into a pool of ecstasy. The sight of his hair becoming messy with sweat, the feel of his hands holding you down, the taste of his skin on your lips, the smell of his cologne exuding off his chest, the sound of his breathy moans in your ear. He has completely taken over all of your senses, and you know this is the best experience you've ever had.

"Say it, YN. Look at me and say it." He growls, and as your eyes find his, the amount of lust in his begins to push you off the ledge.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Where?"

"On your cock!" You blurt, the level of volume coinciding with the intensity of your desperation. "I'm gonna cum on your cock."

"Do it." He commands, and with his permission, you immediately let go, completely melting into him as that desired ecstasy rips through your entire body.

Your face falls into the crook of his neck, only leaving enough room to draw in some shallow, labored breaths. You can feel Harry squirm beneath you, his stride becoming less rhythmic with each stroke into you, his chest rising and falling in the same, unsteady way.

"YN… if I can't cum inside you, tell me now, 'cause I'm… fuck, I'm so close."

Your head lifts and pulls away, looking into his gorgeous green eyes, pupils blown and a glaze covering them. You lean down to his ear, letting your breath puff gently over his skin.

"Cum inside of me, Harry." You whisper, placing a kiss right below his ear.

"Y-yeah? You want my cum?" He fumbles, his breathing becoming more random with every sloppy thrust. "I'll give you… f-fucking all of it!"

Harry grips tighter, bouncing you on himself with a determination you aren't sure if you've ever seen before. He lets out a moan so gritty you know it originated deep in his chest. The sound alone could have you orgasming again if it drew out a few seconds longer. It's accompanied by one last thrust of his hips and a powerful, pleased throbbing of his cock, as his cum coats your walls.

If the dj wasn't blasting anything through the speakers, the sound of your synchronized, labored breaths would be enough to fill the room. You sit up straighter, still straddling Harry's lap, and you finally take in the mess of a man in front of you. His head still rests back on the sofa, his eyes now shut, and a blissful smile stretched across his face.

"That's one way to finish a tour." You chuckle, pushing your palms against the fabric of the shirt now sticking to the drizzle of sweat on his chest.

His palms shoot up to your face, holding it so gently, but with an untapped passion behind his eyes. They flicker to your lips and he dives in for a taste, running his tongue along to part them, and sighing as your own tongue dances along. A pop sounds out as you pull apart, with just enough room for an inhale of air, and he rests his forehead against yours.

"And cheers to the next one."

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[slutforaemond]

modern! aemond x fem! reader | SMUT

Warning ⚠️: minors don't interact, angst leading to teensy bit of fluff leading to pure filth, I might or might not have gone overboard with the spit kink (sorry not sorry)

A/n: Tbh i have no idea what I did here, just went with the flow. Hope you enjoy!✿

Oh and here is a Modern Aemond Fanart I made based on this bit.

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You winced as you downed yet another shot of tequila.

Still not enough.

You were still too sober to block out the pain you felt.

Aemond Targaryen, the heir to one of the most influential company in the country. Except that company was a facade under which the real Targaryen business hid. They were the top dogs of the underworld, ruthless and cold.

You knew your risks when you started dating Aemond, and you were more than ready to face them if it meant it would allow you to be with him.

But you were stupid, you thought to yourself. Stupid to think you could be with him forever. The day he started to slowly take over the business three weeks ago, he gradually began to keep his distance from you. You barely saw him and his only excuse would be work. But you still endured that, thinking he would come around. That's what you thought until this morning when you went to find him in his office, he wasn't there at all. When you asked his secretary about his whereabouts you got to know he left office with a woman.

Doubts and insecurities plagued your mind all day. You were sure he was planning on leaving you for another woman, because nothing could explain his actions from the past few weeks, you thought.

On feeling a presence by your side, that was too close for your comfort, you turned around to see a man smirking at you flirtatiously.

"You're too hot to be alone, mind if I join you?" He asks.

"Yeah sure , whatever." You said nonchalantly.

You could care least about anyone else now. Your phone rang yet again.

It was Aemond.

Again.

You ignored it and ask the bartender, who was now looking at you worriedly, for another drink. You had been sitting there for hours , refusing to move . You couldn't move. All you could think about was what you heard in the morning, and how Aemond had been behaving.

"Wanna join me for a dance?" The man tried again . You look at him again, and find that he was an actually pleasant looking guy. But nothing impressed you anymore. Aemond had ruined all men for you. Nothing could compare to his sharp jaw and nose, his magical violet eyes, his curved thin lips and ethereal white hair. You were whipped for him, and you knew it was going to be your bane.

Just as you were about to turn the man down, your eyes caught a man with white hair in a man bun, piercings gracing his face and tattoos covering up his skin deliciously, and an eyepatch sitting on his left eye; he was scanning the crowd in search for someone . Finally, his eye landed on you. You heart skipped a beat, and you hated yourself for it.

Aemond was furious.

As you saw him storming towards you, you turned to look at the man by your side and offered him your hand while smirking, "Sure, let's dance. " You threw a glance towards Aemond as he approached closer, and smiled pointedly at him, to rouse him even more.

But before the poor man could even touch your hand , he got grabbed by the collar from behind by your seething boyfriend.

"Keep your hands off her. She's mine." Aemond growled at the man which made him scurry out of his grasp and hurriedly disappear into the crowd.

"What the hell Aemond! Why are you here?" You shouted feeling extremely frustrated.

"Why am I here? What the fuck are you doing here? " He sneered back. He didn't raise his voice at you, he never did, but you could hear it in his voice just how enraged he was.

"Finding a new man what else." You said rolling your eyes. "You clearly have found yourself some other bitch to play with." You tried to hide the pain in your voice by masking it with spite, though you weren't sure you succeeded.

"What are you even going on about? You will come with me right this instant. Get up." His voice held the finality that made you want to submit to him right there, but you didn't. He held your wrist in a vice grip and dragged you down from your seat.

"Let me go Aemond, let me go!" You shrieked.

A few people tried to intervene, but one look from Aemond was enough to make them change their mind.

Feeling helpless you raised your hand placed a tight slap right across his face, tears blurring your vision.

You felt the vice grip shift from your wrist to to your waist, sharply pulling you into his body.

His other hand came up to grip your face as he leaned down to whisper near your ears, " That's gonna cost you a blood red ass babygirl. I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for a whole week."

His threat made you tremble with pleasure as your breath caught up in your throat. As much as your brain wanted to deny it , your heart thumped loud, thrilled at the prospect of being punished.

He noticed it and smirked cockily. Before you could utter any other word of protest, he threw you over his shoulder in a swift motion and started walking towards the exit.

You wriggled under his hold only to earn a stinging slap across your ass. Ignoring the wetness pooling between your legs you kept voicing your protest.

He placed you inside his car gently, even though you were slapping away at his arms as he buckled you in. He sat in the car himself and drive away, ignoring your shouts.

After a while of being ignored by him, you went quiet, knowing you won't be getting any answers from this stubborn man. You didn't even know where you were being taken. You sat in silence, as your mind kept wandering over your insecurities.

After a while , the car came to stop near a huge sky scraper, pulling you out of your thoughts. You were now genuinely confused.

You had seen this building pretty often, as you dreamed of living here. But why did he bring you here?

Aemond got down and opened the door for you. Leaning down he asked, "Will you behave or will I have to carry you again?".

You didn't reply and only glared at him as you got off the car.

"Why are we here , Aemond?" You ask dejectedly, now genuinely tired.

"To talk. Come. " He held out his hand which you ignored. So he just placed his hand firmly around your waist and practically dragged you inside .

You were confused the whole time he guided you towards an appartment door. When you entered the door he opened for you , the answer finally clicked. You looked around beautiful appartment and you realised as you gawked at every single detail of the house; from the placement of furniture to the colour theme, everything was how you imagined your dream home to be. The dream home that you had rambled about countless times to Aemond, was right here.

You looked at him with tears prickling at your eyes only to find he was already staring at you intently with a smile gracing his lips at your reaction.

"Aemond wh-what is this?" You ask with a shaky voice.

"Home. Our home." He replied. "Did I do it right? Or is there anything I left out? He asked with a sheepish smile.

You could barely form any words as you looked at him with teary eyes. All your anger dissipated and you felt like melting right on the spot.

"I'm so sorry baby, I should've comforted you sooner." He held you in a loving embrace and touched his forehead to yours, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "I didn't realise I was hurting you this much. I tried to wrap it up as quickly as I could. Forgive me for not being there for you these past few weeks." The genuine guilt in his voice made you cry even harder.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise. I'm really sorry pet. Forgive me?" He asked with a soft look on his face.

But you still had your doubts.

"Who was the woman?" You ask , bracing yourself for his answer.

"What woman?" His brows scrunched up in confusion.

"Your secratary told me you left your office with a woman. You told me you were in your office but you lied." Hot tears started blurring your vision as the pang of pain in your chest returned yet again.

"It was the real estate agent. Did you really think I could ever think about anyone else but you? " He asked being genuinely upset with your accusation. " You have no idea how bad I'm down for you do you babygirl?" He said with a smirk.

"I-I thought...i thought you-....I'm sorry Aemond. I'm so sorry for jumping to my own conclusions." Guilt washed over you for how little trust you showed in him. You should've known better.

"You think sorry is gonna cut it doll?" Aemond said with a mischievously dangerous shine taking over his eye.

His hand slowly crept up from your back to entangle itself into your hair. He pulled your hair firmly, titling your face up as he ran his nose along your jaw.

"Did you really think it was worth risking that cunt's life just to get a rouse out of me?" You realised he was talking about the man in the bar.

"You knew I would've killed him then and there if he dared to touch what's mine, didn't you pet?"

His velvety smooth voice was making you weak in your knees. You fisted up his shirt for support as his mouth reached your ear, nibbling sensually on it.

"That slap really stung you know."

You gasped as you remembered what you did, blush creeping up your face in shame.

"Don't you think you deserve to be punished for that sweetheart?" You could feel the grin in his voice.

Not being able to muster up your voice you just nodded meekly in reply.

He drew his face back to warn you, "Use your words."

"Y-yes Aemond." You managed to squeak out.

"Good." He did waste anymore time before picking you up bridal style and moving swiftly towards one of the bedrooms.

He threw you down on the bed and started to loosen his shirt. You stared shamelessly as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his veiny strong arms.

He took off his tie and demanded, "Wrists."

You knew already what you had to do so you held out your wrists as he tied them together with his tie.

After tightening it till he was satisfied, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

He took a hold of your tied wrists and yanked you over his lap so that you were laying face down and ass up .

You had been in that exact position countless times but it didn't once fail you to get you dripping wet.

The little red dress you were wearing had now ridden up to reveal entirety of your smooth thighs and gave a peek of your panties.

Aemond took his time to roam his hand all over your thighs, slowly moving up to your ass.

He lifted your dress up to your waist, and his eye lit up menacingly as he stared your ripe plump ass, looking so ready for him to ravage it.

He kept running his hand on your exposed skin, making you let your guard down at his soft touches.

So when the first slap came down your ass you let out a shriek of surprise. You felt the hot pain wash over you a second later, the sweet stinging pain you couldn't get enough of.

" Count." His stern voice ordered and you being his little pet obeyed.

"Good girl." He said , pleased at your obedience.

He struck you five more times alternatively on each ass cheek.

Just as you thought to yourself, that the pain wasn't so bad, he instantly started pickup up pace as well as force, as if in challenge to your unspoken thought.

You couldn't keep your voice controlled anymore and started screaming out loud as you tried hard to keep up with the counting. Anytime you missed to count you would receive and extra spank along with a sharp pinch on your now exposed nipple , which was being played by his free hand.

Tears fell freely down your cheeks as your ass now burned with the pain.The sharp sound of his rough hand coming down on your ass cut through the night air. He stopped just at reaching the brim of how much you could withstand; he knew your limits better than you did yourself.

After he was done, he proudly observed his work, i.e. your bright red ass with his large hand imprints, just like he had promised.

He place a few kisses on your fresh bruises to soothe them.

He gently straightened you up to craddle you, licking your tears off you face and peppering you with small kisses.

" My obedient little girl, you took your punishment so well."

His praise made you purr in satisfaction.

" Aemond please...." You look at him pleading while grinding your ass on his lap to let him know you needed to be touched.

" Oh no no , sweetheart. Did you really think your punishment was over." He said with a smirk that made you look at him wide eyes.

He placed you on the bed and tied your already bound wrists to the the headboard of the bed.

He looked at you with look a predator would give his prey. Your face was so close to his , so you couldn't resist placing a kiss on his jaw. You tried to place one on his lips but he moved back . You let out a gasp at his withdrawal and tried again only to be dodged. He smirked at your annoyed expression.

He ran his thumb across your lips , dragging them about.

" Stick your tongue out."

You immediately did as he said, eager to see what he would do.

He let his spit slowly trickle from his mouth to your tongue, which you eagerly swallowed and looked up at him to see if you pleased him.

Aemond was more than pleased to see his little girl so ready, so eager for all of him, with his saliva dribbling from her chin.

The sight of his trail of spit connecting his mouth to yours made his hardened cock twitch with pleasure.

He lick your lips with one strong swipe before going in for a feral kiss, sucking your soul out.

The kiss was enough to make you pass out, but your force yourself to focus as he was clearly not done using your body.

He let his tongue travel all over your torso, covering you in his saliva.

The gleam in his eye match the glint of his metal piercings as he took in the view of your shining body after he was done.

Soon he reached your thighs and nibbled on the soft flesh. He was so dangerously close to your throbbing cunt but he didn't give you the pressure you needed, instead he kept on teasing you by touching anywhere but your clit.

"Aemond... I can't take it anymore." You cried out.l desperately.

"Beg for it and I might consider." His cocky smile only added to your frustration as your mind fogged with desperation for any form of relief.

"Please Aemond. Please touch me there." Your whiny voice pleaded as your hands struggled in their binds helplessly.

He chuckled at your wanton state. You saw his hands moving down to your cunt but he still didn't touch you.

He bunched up your panties with two of his fingers and pulled upwards, making the cloth strain against your swollen clit.

Your loud gasp was like music to Aemond's ears, as he continued to torture you with his methods.

After what seemed like ages to you, he finally decided to give in completely and reward you with what you wanted. Pulling your panties off roughly, he slapped your cunt a couple of times and spat on it with force.

He used his fingers to lap up his saliva all over your throbbing pussy before slipping his dick over it. He thick veiny cock tapped your entrance a few times as if performing a ritual, before entering inside you with one hard shove.

You screamed in pleasure or pain you didn't know, you brain was too scattered to know anything besides the sensation of your boyfriend cock making its space inside you.

He started thursting with extreme speed and force without giving you time to adjust.

Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer as he attacked your boobs which were now flapping up and down frantically, with his mouth.

He teased your nipples and ran his tongue along the skin untill he reached your exposed armpit and redirected his assaults there.

You were absolutely overstimulated by the exploits being unleashed on you trembling body by Aemond, and you loved every second of it.

The lewd sounds of his skin slapping on yours and the squelching the wetness of your pussy caused made you reach a euphoric high as you felt your walls starting to build up a rhythm of contraction around his dick.

His cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot and you came so hard your body jerked violently under him.

You cream spread all over his cock making it easier for him to slide in and out even faster.

Your eyes were rolled back as he kept fucking you senseless untill he met his own release.

The absolute pleasure you felt seeing his beautiful face scrunch up in ecstasy while his seed filled you was incomparable.

He plopped on top of you with a satisfied grunt.

" My lovely little slut." He said while nesting his face between your breasts.

You both lay there with a feeling of peak contentment at each other's company; each heaving into the scent of the other.

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I could have made the ending better I think , but oh well 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ

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[thecameronchronicles]

Grand Delusions

TW: DARKRudy!, Smut. Language. Cheating. Mentions of alcohol and drunkenness. 

SUMMARY: Overdrinking leads lines to blur as you stumble into Rudy’s, whose intentions are anything but pure…

Word Count: 1200

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Grand Delusions

You knew that you should have stopped after that third cocktail as the buzz was already leaving you at a questionable state of your equilibrium. But in being surrounded by your friends, you trusted that they wouldn't take advantage of your lowered inhibitions beyond what would become a simple joke that next day and nothing more. At least you thought so…

But as you walked, or rather fell, into the room you'd shared with Drew as his monogamous girlfriend, you were setting the stage for someone's impute intentions. Unbeknownst to you as Tequila and a multitude of liqueurs affected your senses, you slipped out of your dress and stumbled to the edge of the bed, where his frame was covered beneath the sheets. 

As Madelyn was an affectionate drunk and Madison was more of one brought quick to anger, you were a horny drunk. That pulsation between your legs shameless in the hunt for its quell. For that, you slipped off your panties and threw them as steadily as you could towards Drew's head before slipping into the sheets beside him. 

"You smell so good…" You moaned behind him, a new shampoo or cologne having been the reason for your comment as you wrapped your arm around his chest. His muscles were always a welcoming sensation to you, especially since he hadn't hadn't home much due to his recent projects and their necessary publicity stunts such as premieres and interviews. But right now, you were able to have him all to yourself. 

You fell in and out of consciousness for a bit the mix of alcohol and the unnatural fatigue of pushing your body beyond its limit. But rather quickly, you familiarized yourself with his fingers assisting you out of your bra, before his lips were on your breast. With the darkness of the room and the silence of your bedfellow, you hadn't noticed it wasn't Drew until you ran your fingers through his hair as he descended between your thighs. 

"Rudy…" You spoke his name in confusion first, before ultimately repeating it in fear once realizing the depth of this moment. But as you tried to move, he was quick to collect your thighs, pulling them apart and pinning them down in the same degree, before he carried his tongue between those folds. 

"Rud….yyyyy…"

"Better be quiet there, sweetheart, don't want good natured Drew to know how you're letting me lick his girl's pretty little pussy…"

"Stop…" You fought as he only smirked and continued his motions, kitty licks drawn over your clit. 

"My god, you're fucking delicious…" His eyes fixated on you as he kept your legs parted with his grip and you moved against him, even if an attempt to flee, had only brought more pleasure. 

"Why are you-"

"Because I can…Because you're gonna let me…" 

"Please Rudy, Drew…"

"Isn't home like he should be. And you deserve to be taken care of every day, every hour on the hour if you want…so let me show you that I can…" Before you could object, he was now inside of you. 

"Rudy!" You berated, a warning wavering to the grip made to the back of your neck, pulling your hair in the process. 

"I always knew you'd sound so pretty when you said my name like this…But fuck, I didn't think you'd be THIS fucking tight…" He winced into a smirk before quickening his motions. The door suddenly coming open at his back, Drew's slurred speech apologizing as his own drunken haze kept him from recognizing your silhouette disloyal to him. 

"See? I'd never let you out of my sight for this to happen…I would have you in my arms…I would never give you a reason to undress yourself. I would do it for you-"

He took your lips against his own, that hand now at your jaw to deepen your kiss as you would only moan against him. 

"Just let me take care of you…" His finger came to your clit. "God…I'm gonna make you come so hard for me, you might just squirt…" 

"Please Rudy…"

"Keep begging baby…It's making me throb so fucking hard for you…You feel that?" He asked upon slowing his pace and pressing his hand into your lower abdomen as he flexed inside of you. 

"Rudy…"

"That's right baby. Rudy's cock making you feel this good…making you so wet that I can move so quickly…" His hand took your jaw once again, this time, turning you towards the door, as he spoke with his hot breath giant your cheek. 

"But I'm gonna take my fucking time…Make sure you learn my cock…know my name-"

"Please-"

"Don't worry baby, you'll come…I'll make you come so fucking hard you'll forget of anyone else before me…including him…"

"Stop…please…I don't want to hurt him-"

"I will." Your eyes widened to him. "If he comes in here…if he tried to stop me from coming inside you.. of making you mine…" As your hands tried to stop him, he pinned them beside your head, keeping you still. 

"You're mine, sweetheart. Even more so when I'll come inside of you….don't try to deny it, I can feel how much you need it…so let me give it to you…" 

"Rudy…" You whined as he quickened. 

"I'll make it easy for you, sweetheart. Just say yes…say yes and I swear to God, I'll make you feel so fucking good-"

"Rudy-"

His grip tightened on your wrists. 

"You say ANYTHING else, you'll only come in front of him after I make you scream so loud, they'll come find me this deep inside of you-" 

"Please-"

"Yes or no, baby? Just say-"

"Yes." You whimpered as he scoffed. 

"Yeah."

"Yes! Please!" You were suddenly turned to face the bed, hips raised to meet him. 

"Good girl…now let me make you come for me…" His fingers flicked viciously on your clit as you felt him pull you against his chest as he brought you closer to the headboard. 

"You know how crazy you make me.. watching you with him, knowing you need me and MY cock?"

"Rudy-"

"Don't worry baby-" His hand now clutched onto your breast as his second hand pulled your cheek to face him. 

"It's gonna be okay…I've got you…just come for me, baby…go on and rub it for me…put a little work into it for me…"

You ran your fingers over that familiar and now inflamed clit, pulsating for release 

"Good fucking girl clenching me like that…good girl-" His fingers wrapped around your dominant hand over the metal headboard. 

"Rudy, I'm-"

"I can feel it baby…just let it happen, cream on me baby.. please give it to me…make me proud…"

"Ahhh…"

"Sing for me, sweetheart…"

"Ahh mmm…oh God…"

"Rudy!" He set his fingers in your mouth, your lips wrapping around him for the relief of being able to moan against him. 

"It's okay, baby…use my fingers just like you used my cock…"

"Rudy…" You groaned with him still inside of you, your hugh at its very edge as he slowed to prolong this. 

"Feel good baby?"

"Yes…" 

"Then make me fucking come-" 

He bent you forward, ravaging your aching pussy as he brought you both to that edge, sobering you enough to understand your circumstances as he spilled out of you as evidence of what you'd allowed. 

"Don't worry baby, this will stay between us…Next time will, too…" He smacked your ass before leaving you alone, his scent and release now leaving you with guilt but also the greatest satisfactory numbness that not even your boyfriend could grant…

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#rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #outer banks #obx

[seafoamchild]

the months are flying by. it's still grey and windy here. snow the other day, five inches! rain, slush, damp. i can't wait for everything to bloom.

i went to florida with T. it was wonderful. we went snorkeling, kayaking, ate a lot of seafood, drove around the keys, went on a sunset cruise, went to the aquarium and the turtle hospital and the bird sanctuary. we played cribbage. i went skydiving. then in miami we ate more delicious food, went to museums, and then to an exclusive rooftop DJ event. went to the beach at night when the moon was half full and the soft ocean waves were gentle. the lights of the city glimmering against the night sky behind us.

this was one of my favorite trips. the easiness of it all, the shared wonder at everything we learned. the slightly drunken conversations over a double tequila soda on a dive bar patio at night. the morning espresso fix from the coffee shop with two cats. making up stories about the fish at the aquarium. tripping at the art museum. making fun of each other for being directionally challenged. spotting birds and trying to identify them.

i think i've been trying to find reasons why it won't work out with T because i'm just afraid. relationships have never worked out for me, and they've always been really intense and really codependent and ultimately really painful and damaging and leaving me full of regret. i'm scared at the thought of hanging on for too long again, breaking up when it becomes completely unbearable, and then losing all hope of maintaining a friendship. i've done that dance five times now and it's so horrible.

with T something feels different though. i don't feel anxious when we're not in continuous contact. i don't count the minutes it takes him to text back. i feel calm. i know he wants to see me as much as i want to see him. i'm not constantly questioning how much he actually likes me, i just know that he does. and he shows up for me in so many ways - he helped me tape plastic over my stupid car window in the pouring rain, he let me borrow his car when it was snowing, he buys me vegan snacks when i tell him i'm giving up animal products. he tells me not to apologize for my feelings and validates me when i'm upset. he assures me he thinks i look amazing the way i am, but if i really want to lose weight he'll support me as long as i'm doing it in a healthy way. he holds my hand and tells me it's going to be okay when i'm freaking out. he owns up to all of his mistakes. he cares about my friends and asks how they're doing.

of course i'm still planning on leaving wisconsin this summer and i'm dead set on that. he says he just wants me to be happy and he doesn't want me to get anxious over what's going to happen with our relationship, that he's enjoying the time we have right now. i never imagined that love could feel this sweet, this easy. i'm realizing that i may not know what i truly need - i had a tendency to think it was someone who had also traveled the world, who had a bunch of cool hobbies, who had some kind of cool job. but i think it's making sense to me now. that what i really need is someone who's loving, patient, gentle, kind, and willing to try it all with me. i don't need someone who already has the same hobbies and interests and experiences as me - i need someone who wants to do things together in the future. the most important thing is that we're on the same team and that we have each other's happiness in mind.

i don't know what will happen over the next several months, but for some reason i feel at peace with that.

#journal

[manjiroscum]

fairest of them all

Character/s: Bonten!Ran Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, cussing/swearing, a bit of degradation, praising, breeding, mirror sex, unprotected sex (always practice safe sex guys), slapping mentioned once, dom!Ran and sub!reader. Aftercare is at the end. Minors don't interact.

Synopsis: Being naughty, you get punished by your husband, Ran.

✃WC: 1.7k

Another lavish dinner has ended amongst the executives of Bonten. After their boss has lifted and emptied his final glass of the evening, everyone had the permission to leave the premises and off to who knows where—home or to drown themselves in whiskey in a bar nearby.

Dressed to the nines in a black Versace dress that hugged every curve of your form, you exited the building with your husband, Ran Haitani. His arm around you, palm against your ass as he led you to the glass door. Red bottoms clicking against the pavement as both of you approached the car. One of your husband's footmen holding the car door open for him.

Being the absolute gentleman he is, Ran hurriedly opened your side of the car with a small smirk on his face; hand reaching out to take yours.

"Mrs. Haitani?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at your husband's antics, wondering whether it was the alcohol in his system or his usual flirtatious self. Married for two years already, you thought you would have gotten used to his coquettish gestures. You accepted his hand and eased your way into the vehicle. He then entered, the engine of his 2021 Lexus LC 500 roaring to life.

"Let's get home, shall we?"

He didn’t care about the stoplights or the blaring of horns at his reckless driving. Ran was unable to wait to take you to bed after your little stunts earlier during dinner. One hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh, he exhaled through his nose. Everything appeared serene. The calm before the storm.

Usually, you would scold him for going beyond the speed limit—one he would merely laugh at—but you, yourself, couldn't be any more patient. Thighs rubbing together, you fought the urge to smirk at your husband who glanced at you with a laugh.

"What's the matter, doll?" His hand slipped lower to pinch a part of your inner thigh, the action eliciting a soft gasp from you. He whispered, "Can't wait?"

You hummed, head slightly spinning at the thought of having him on top of you. His cock snug inside your cunt, your husband's thick girth splitting you deliciously. "I want you... I want you now, Ran. I feel so empty."

"So impatient." His amethyst irises filled with mirth, hiding the provocative images plaguing his mind since you bent down to grab a fallen utensil, showing off your ass to the rest of the executives present. He swore he saw Sanzu do a double-take. The devil whispered into his left ear to use the butter knife, close to succumbing to the temptation if you weren't there to see it. "I let you attend the party despite saying you didn't have to and you have the audacity to bend over—for all of them to see?"

"But it wasn't intentional..." You pouted. And you were so kissable like that, lips looking succulent he wanted to lean close and claim them right there and then. But he had to hold himself back. Because bad girls don't deserve rewards.

"Wasn't intentional, huh? So spilling wine all over Kakucho's pants was? And how you offered to fix Takeomi's tie? Or wiping cream off of my own brother's cheek?"

"That is a secret."

Ran didn't know whether to laugh or huff in indignation at your statement. When did you become this naughty? This wouldn't do. With the risk of you acting this way whenever you had just a little alcohol in your system, perhaps he had to forbid you from attending parties in the near future even if you scream at him.

"Let's see if it shall remain a secret once I'm done with you."

The moment you got home, riding the elevator up to your penthouse in silence, you felt the tequila sunrises and manhattans that you drank lose their bite as it dawned upon you what you said in the car.

The moment the led light blinked, signaling that you have reached the last floor of the building, you grabbed Ran by his wrist. The purple-haired man stopped in his tracks momentarily, seeing your hesitation before chuckling.

"Scared, Mrs. Haitani?"

You marvel at his strength often, gushing how he could easily carry you around if you wanted. And now, the same power you were in awe of was used against you as he swept you off of your feet. A tiny squeak left your lips as you held onto his shoulders for dear life as he carried you to the door of your home and to the bedroom.

Patiently expecting your back to hit the mattress, you were in confusion when Ran placed you on the living room couch instead. He started to undo his tie, removing the cufflinks you bought him last year—until his bare chest was in view. The muscles on his abdomen moved as he heaved, bending down to kiss you senselessly. Palms caressing every inch of your skin, dipping into every crevice. The warmth of his hand caused the hairs of your flesh to stand, goosebumps littering at the wake of his touch as he pulled your dress down. Breasts spilling out, screaming to be fondled as your hard nipples greeted him. His fingers pull your panties down your legs, bare pussy exposed to the cold air.

Mouth moaning as his tongue slipped past your lips, tasting you and the drinks you had for tonight, Ran chuckled lowly. Your husband savored your sweetness. He then pulled away, spit connecting both of your tongues. The obscenity of it all made your cunt go damp with slick, squeezing despite there being nothing penetrating—hoping for your husband to enter you and start pounding.

"[Y/N], listen to me..." Ran whispered as you whined under him, clawing at his chest. "I would never hurt you, doll. You know this, right? You know I would never...”

“Yes, I know that, baby,” you muttered, lifting your hand to cup his cheek. “You would never.”

“You know that I love you so much.” His hand took yours. Ran pressed his lips against your knuckles, remaining eye contact. “I love you, doll. Know that I do—very, very much.”

You couldn’t help but smile softly.

“I love you too, Ran.”

The moment those words left the tip of your tongue, his eyes narrowed slightly.

“Good, because I’m going to fuck that cunt of yours until you’re unable to say your own fucking name.” Without hesitation, he positioned you to lay on your stomach. The living room was dimly lit, moonlight guiding your husband as he had you on all fours on the couch. “And you are going to watch it all happen, doll.”

Harshly gripping your chin, he pulled it up to make you face the mirror across the couch. Breath held in, you lowered your head, which prompted Ran to click his tongue and force your head up again—eyes staring straight back at you through the mirror.

“I said to watch, doll,” he hissed as he entered you, shamelessly moaning aloud as he felt your muscles squeeze around him. “Fuck, so tight. How is this pussy so tight when I fuck it every day, huh?”

“R-ran!”

"Who does this pussy belong to?" Ran hissed, slapping your ass. This only made you gasp and choke out a sob, biting your lower lip as tears began forming at the corner of your eyes at the pain and pleasure. Hips thrusting nonstop like an animal in heat. "Tell me, whose slut are you, doll? Do I have to fuck you in front of the other executives for you to remember? Answer me, who do you belong to?"

"Your slut," you gasped as his thumb started drawing figures of eight on your bundle of nerves. Thighs wanting to close around Ran's waist, but your current position prevented you from even moving much less hold him. "I'm yours, Ran! Only yours."

His purple eyes turned to slits at your breathy response. One hand leaving your thigh, he then wrapped it around your neck, tightening it that caused you to whimper in delight.

"Yes. My slut," Ran muttered, smirking at your messy state. Hair askew, breasts pouring out of your tight dress, and lips glistening with drool and red due to his searing kisses earlier. You were perfect this way, moaning beneath him and begging to be taken again and again. Halting his  "Say it again, doll. Say that you're my slut."

"I'm your slut, Ran!" you almost screamed, wanting to look away from your fucked out reflection yet your husband's grip never faltered as he held you there. Eyes tearing up in bliss as he continued to fuck you hard and deep you swore you could feel him on your throat.

"Indeed," he huffed, each thrust made your toes curl every time his tip reached your cervix. The act reducing you to a babbling mess, still staring at your body move with Ran’s. "My slut. Not Takeomi's. Not Kakucho's. And certainly not Rindou's. Mine and only mine—mine to fuck and mine to love."

"Ran—fuck! I'm going to cum..." you cried out, hands clawing on the couch underneath you. "Baby, I'm going to cum!"

“I’m close too, baby. Where do you want it?” your husband questioned in a small voice, fighting the urge to cum right there and then as he slowed his pace. “Where do you want me to cum?”

“I-inside... inside, Ran,” you whined, unable to notice your husband’s surprised face. “Please, baby. In me...”

"Fuck. Cum, doll," Ran murmured, eyes shut tightly when your walls clenched around him. “Cum for me, beautiful. Let me see you cum.”

His command alone made you shiver as you climaxed, nails dug half-moon prints on his arms as you milked his cock. Hot spurts of cum thick inside you as Ran buried his face into the crook of his neck, humming in contentment at your satisfied expression.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Did so well.” Feeling you quiver, Ran effortlessly picked you up and started his trip to the bathroom to clean you both up and get you out of your sweaty dress. All the while smiling like an idiot in love.

If a wedding ring wrapped around your finger wasn't enough to tell the whole world and his colleagues you were his, then perhaps your belly swollen with his child will be the final nail.

#pat.✍️fics #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani #bonten ran #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #tw.breeding #tw.unprotected sex #tw.degradation #ran you bastard #i love u so much #felt like this was a bit rushed lmao #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran #ran x reader #ran x you #ran x y/n

[atalho-s]

Light Up The Dark

Part 1 | June

pairing: bartender!tom x famous!reader

warnings: some smut +18 (in this particular chapter it’s nothing TOO explicit, but miniors be aware), swear words?, drinking, let me know if anything else!

words: 4.9 k

summary: y/n is a famous horror writer. Her books are on the lips of the people and her face is on all the magazine covers of promising young people.

She has just moved to Los Angeles, the city of celebrities and luxury, when she starts to get a writer's block as she starts writing her newest book. A way to distract herself and seek inspiration leads her to have her destiny mapped out with a simple waiter named Tom who has a delicious british accent.

What happens when her inspiration comes back only after she spends a night with him and she only manages to write after being in the company of that guy she just met? Maybe he'll become her newest addiction.

a/n: english it’s not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistake! this is a series i started writing a while ago, i hope y’all enjoy :) the reader it’s from brazil here, but you can replace from any country you want lol And obv i’m not from LA and never been there, so if i say something out of reality it’s bc of that 😂

"June arrived at the restaurant, sat down near the bar and looked around vaguely. The strange people's faces made her think better and maybe drink a shot of tequila too.

She opened his folder with the horrifying photos of the mysterious case. She felt sick to her stomach.

People said that by then she should have been used to see this kind of thing, but that was repulsive.

She wish the nightmare she had the night before was a way to solve that puzzle, but believing in the afterlife now wouldn't help her... If...If..."

- Damn it... - Y/n slammed her fist on the table. - Writer's block sucks. - She said and took the last sip of her tea.

It s been a week since she couldn't write anything. She would write maybe two paragraphs, maybe even three if she got lucky, but she always ended up erasing it, because she always turned into something meaningless or too cliche.

Damn the time she had promised to deliver something to her editor by the end of the month. But she hadn't counted on the lack of ideas when she agreed to that.

She got up from her chair in frustration and crossed her arms, pacing, as if her creativity had gone out for a walk and she was waiting impatiently for it to come back.

Why had she agreed to write a new book in the first place? She didn't need money. Their previous four books were already making huge profits, and they were going to make a new television series based on one of them.

So why writing another one? Maybe because, she had been having too many nightmares lately. Many family and friends told her to see a psychologist, see if she didn't have some hidden trauma. But looking for a psychologist? Admitting your weaknesses and personal things to a stranger? Never. That would be horrifying.

Writing helped. Transferring his fears to pages was hers gift. When she wrote she didn't have nightmares, didn't see things, wasn't sad. It was like a drug, a calming medicine.

Maybe fame was also making her restless lately. She hated being the spotlight, being the magazine cover of promising young people. She hated to see her name highlighted. But she loved having readers, yes. She loved when someone felt good reading her books or in the good sense of the word: terrified by her stories.

At the height of her 25 years, he never thought her books would become famous at that point. She had always enjoyed writing since she was a child, but working with it was just an unattainable dream. Until, at age 19, she quit her hideous job as a hotel receptionist and decided to publish her first story.

Obviously there were many rejections, until a publisher agreed to publish their work. From then on, her books became more and more known. They called her the new horror genius, the mystery queen, and sometimes even "Stephen King's lost daughter."

She didn't think it was all that. But she accepted the descriptions gladly. No wonder her books didn't come out of the top spot on the best sellers.

Another thing that motivated her to continue with that story, was a phrase from her own idol mentioned, Stephen King: "good stories are those that stay in the head for a long time". And God only knew how that story had been with her for far too long. She always wanted to put it down on paper, so here she was trying to put into words what her head brought up as random thoughts.

But now she was having one of his first creative blocks. Obviously she had already had it with previous books, but nothing as frustrating as this one. She had been trying hard for days, which was exhausting.

She looked at the clock on the wall: 11pm. Who knows if she took another break before starting writing again? Maybe it would help to come up with more ideas.

She thought about watching a show or movie, but he wasn't in the mood. She looked at her long polka dot pajamas under her favorite warm robe and snorted. Go out? On a Thursday night? On a cold night? No way.

But what if it helped her have more writing material? Watching people on the street really helped. If June, the character in her book, was in a bar, maybe if she went to one too it would help to have something to build on.

Writers did it all the time. Describe places that already existed, situations similar to which they lived. So, it wouldn't be new. Maybe she'd even put the location in her tribute if helped she got out of her creative block.

She took a deep breath and went to take a shower. It was decided, she would go out. She put on her best jeans, a Ramones T-shirt with a leather jacket. It wasn't a fancy outfit, but she didn't intend to go somewhere fancy anyway. Her stylist would have been dying to see her now, but she didn't care one bit.

She went out pressing the bottom of the elevator. Y/n had lived on the top floor of a building for 2 months, right in downtown Los Angeles. Sometimes she didn't even know why she chose to live there, she hated the big city and what came with it: paparazzi, celebrities, crazy people who feel superior, wealth and luxury. She came from a humble family, so she always felt like an outsider.

Y/n arrived downstairs and left the condominium calling a taxi that was passing in the street just in time. She walked in and closed the door, crossing her arms, trying to ward off the cold.

- Good night miss, where are you going? - the driver asked looking at her in the rearview mirror.

- Good night... Actually I don't know, do you have any suggestions for a bar around here?- she asked looking out the window. She didn't even bother to look for suggestions for places nearby.

- Well, it depends on what you're looking for... Something luxurious or something fun? - He said and a smiled played on the corer of her mouth. Luxurious was the opposite of fun indeed.

- Something fun, of course.

- So, I suggest the new Seven Devils bar, it's less than 20 minutes from here... - he said.

- Interesting name... Could be. - She said shrugging.

- The name is kinda creepy, but the place is cozy and welcoming, I went once. - the driver said starting and entering the street that was practically empty for being a weekday.

- Cool... - Y/n said looking at the city lights through the window.

After nearly twenty minutes the taxi stopped in front of what appeared to be a small door with a security guard in front of it. The neon sign indicated the name of the place, it seemed a mysterious place for those who passed by without knowing it.

- Thanks. - Y/n said handing the driver the money.

- You're not the Y/n Y/l/n? I didn't want to say anything, but I'm a fan of you, I love your books, they help me pass the time while I wait for passengers. - the driver asked turning a little with one of the Y/n books in his hand. - Could you sign this for me?

- Sure! - Y/n spoke excitedly taking the book from his hand and leaving a message along with her signature. - Thanks for the tip of the place. Have a good night... - She said opening the door.

- No, thank you, have a good night miss. -he said and she smiled closing the door and the taxi left leaving her alone looking at the door in front of her.

She approached the security guard who wished her good night, giving her room to enter, after she showed her ID. Y/n entered a little afraid of what she would find. The door behind her closed and she looked around. It was really cozy as the taxi driver said, it had a part with several tables, which were a little empty and a bar with stools around. The place had a good atmosphere, one of those that people go there to meet and chat with friends, in the background there was a kind of pop song that she wasn't sure if she knew or not.

He slowly approached the bar and sat down on one of the stools. A woman with several tattoos appeared behind the counter and came to serve her.

- Good night! How can I serve you?- she asked with a smile.

- Good night... Hm... Maybe a martini? - Y/n said taking a look at the drinks on the shelf behind the attendant.

- Okay, I'll be back with your order, anything else?

- That's it for now, thanks. - She replied smiling and the attendant walked away.

Y/n kept looking around, watching people, maybe looking for some inspiration. Something that would turn the key in his mind. Many who were there were in groups of friends and were talking animatedly, laughing. Some young and some older, in suits and ties, perhaps coming out of work.

Until one guy in particular caught her attention. He wore the black uniform with the name of the place, with an apron tied around the waist of the same color, and was picking up some glasses from some empty tables. He had dark brown hair slicked back and eyes the same color, very expressive and large. A boy's face from the outside, but on the inside had a mysterious and confident air.

He balanced a tray full of things with an greatest skill in one hand and smiled at some people, he seemed charming because everytime he left a table he left people whispering and giggling embarrassed behind his back.

He walked over and entered the bar placing the tray behind the counter, came close to the other attendant who already had the Y/n martini ready and she could hear him talking, soon realizing he had a perfect accent.

- Sally, you can leave it to me, go take your break. Whose martini is it?- he asked taking a look around.

- Oh thank you, my feet are killing me. It's the girl over there. -she said indicating Y/n with her head and he looked at her, making Y/n realize that she was staring at him for too long, so she looked away embarrassed.

- Okay. - he said looking at where Y/n was sitting and stopped in front of her with the glass. - Good night miss, here is your order. - He spoke with a british accent. Only at that moment did Y/n realize that his accent was well loaded and God only knows how much she loved that accent.

- Oh yes, thank you very much. - She said raising her eyes to look at him and smiled then he blinked with one of his eyes and gave her one more look, before going to deliver another order to a man who was sitting a few benches away.

Y/n felt a shiver all of a sudden, that boy had made her legs a little weak and she didn't really know why. I mean, he was handsome, very handsome and he had a special charm, but it wasn't that much, was it? Maybe it was because it had been a while since she'd dated anyone. When was the last time? Two months ago? Since she had moved in she hadn't gone out with anyone, she had locked herself in her apartment and was writing like crazy. She didn't have time to go out, not even with her friends when she was working on a new book. Which brought them dissatisfaction from time to time, not just because she didn't hang around with them, but because she didn't even go out on one-night stands.

She never been the one that going out with a guy just for sex, she had to have some good first dates and maybe she would take him to see her apartment or go to his apartment. Friends of hers thought she was too old in her spirit, but what can he do? If she couldn't be bad girl once in a while. For a moment she thought, "For this english guy I would be" but shook her head away from the thoughts. She went back to analyzing him, dammit why did he have to be so fit? She could see that the T-shirt he was wearing highlighted his muscles that were only left to her imagination, she found herself biting her lip a bit and snatching her martini off the counter, taking a big sip.

The attendant approached again, drying some glasses with a towel, and took one more look in her direction where she looked away quickly making him smirk. He stopped in front of her again, bracing her arms on the counter, making her swallow hard. He didn't know why she was so nervous, he was just a guy, no biggie.

- I like the shirt. - He pointed with a smile, which made her think he had a beautiful and endearing smile. She looked down and then looked at him smiling too.

- Thank you... Ramones is everything... - she said and drank the last sip of her drink placing the empty glass in front of her right after. - Can you serve one more?

- Sure...- he said, still smiling, took the bottle and filled his glass again. - Trying to distract yourself on a thursday night?

- Yeah... you could say yes... - she said taking another sip. - Have you worked here for a long time?

- In fact, it's been almost six months since I moved to the United States and I've been working here for four months. -he said putting the towel that was in his hand on his shoulder.

- Hm... You're from London?

- I am, wow how did you find out? - he asked raising an eyebrow playfully and she smiled.

- Yeah, your accent really doesn't give out anything ... - she said and he gave a low laugh making her have more goose bumps.

- You also have a different accent, have you lived here for a long time? - he didn't know who she was, which was good. But it also wasn't like she was recognized all the time, despite her face being on magazine covers, she was still a writer, so she was only recognized by those who liked to read or who vaguely remembered her face.

- I was born in Brazil actually, but I've lived here for years, lived in another city for almost five years and now I've decided to come to Los Angeles two months ago...

- I see ... - he said organizing some drinks that were on the counter. - Do you like it here?

- More or less... It's a busy city, isn't it?

- Yeah, it's not for anyone. - He said shrugging. - I like it, I like the rush, but the glamor part really isn't me. - the attendant said and she smiled.

- You're right... I mean, I don't like the glam too much either... - She looked away at her nails.

- What do you work with? - he asked and she looked at him again.

- I'm a writer...

- Nice! What do you write? - He asked curious looking at her with attention.

- I write horror and thriller books.

- Interesting... I would never read, actually I'm not much of a reader anyway, but I wouldn't, because I'm terrified of those things. - He said crossing his arms and she laughed.

- Oh, it's not that terrifying, it's just stories. - She said leaning her elbows on the counter.

- Still, I prefer to have my good night's sleep intact. - He said and she laughed making him smile looking at her.

When she was about to say something, a customer signaled for him and he excused himself going towards the man who was furthest away.

Y/n sighed. She still didn't have any new ideas about her story, but she was entertained by that conversation. She liked not being recognized, she liked him not being interested in her books, for a moment she felt oblivious to anything, liked feeling disconnected from her world.

He returned shortly after and they started talking again. They talked about bands, movies, superficial celebrities and even politics (an important topic in Y/n's vision, who was very firm with her ideas, thankfully he had passed the test). She found out that he was the same age as her and that he moved to the US to look for something that would give him money or a perspective on life, ended up getting that job and intended to stay until he found a different area. The hours passed and they kept finding subjects to give their opinion or questions to ask each other.

- Did you go to college? - she asked after a while.

- No, I don't think I'm smart enough for that, or have the patience. What about you?

- Everyone is smart enough. I started going to business school, but I dropped out when my books started to pay off...

- Wow, your books should give you a good amount of money to be able to drop out of college and dedicate yourself to them...

- Yeah... You could say that. - She shrugged.

- You know looking at you closer like that...- he said getting a little closer and she held her breath for a moment. - I've seen you somewhere...

- Really? - She said raising her eyebrow and drinking from a straw, now with a different drink.

- I don't know, you're not strange to me... - he said putting his hand on his face thoughtfully.

- Well, I hope it's from somewhere nice. - She smiled and he smiled back looking at her. - Do you have a girlfriend or are you married? - Y/n asked and regretted a little, what was she thinking? He wasn't married, as he didn't have a ring on his finger as she'd noticed. But what was her intention by asking that question? She didn't even know, she just knew it had escaped her.

- Neither darling. - He replied smiling a little mischievously and she felt butterflies with the way he called her by that nickname and with that accent. - How about you?

- Neither ... - She replied avoiding looking at him, those eyes hypnotized her and she didn't like to feel at his mercy of a guy she had just met. She took the cell phone disguising but paid attention to the time. - My God, it's already 2:00 in the morning! I completely missed the time.

- I think the company ended up distracting you. - He said still not taking his eyes off her and she felt her cheeks heat up.

- Yeah, the chat was really good... But I have to go... - she said getting up.

- If you wait I can take you home, I'm already leaving, the bar is already closing. - he said and Y/n looked around seeing that some waiters were already collecting some things from the tables.

She thought for a moment, take a ride home with him? It didn't make sense, she had just met him, but at the same time she had enjoyed talking to him so much. He didn't seem like a bad person, but even so you would never know for sure. At the same time she never took any chances, why not let that pretty boy take her home? Finally, she thought: you know what? Screw this.

-Erm, ok...- She shrugged. - I'll go to the cashier to pay and wait for you outside?

- No need to pay darling, it's on me. - He spoke winking and she smiled.

- Oh no, I'll pay no problem...

- Your company has paid off your debt, it's ok. - He replied and she took a deep breath rolling her eyes.

- If you insist...- she said giving up.

He came out from behind the counter and motioned for her to follow him, arriving at the front door where the security was.

- Tuwaine, you can let her pass, it's on me. - He told the big guy and he looked at the english man, sawing his eyes suspiciously and smiling right away. Making Y/n laugh inside.

- Meet you outside? It will only take a few minutes - the attendant said and she nodded, leaving in the cold night.

She leaned against the door with her thoughts. She had come here just to get inspiration and to have her creative back, but she was coming home with an english guy. She didn't even recognize herself anymore, but to say she wasn't anxious (in a good way) was a lie.

She was lost in her thought, until minutes later he came out wearing a denim jacket, which made him look even more handsome.

- Let's go? - He said and she followed him to an old car parked right in front of the bar.

He opened the door for her to get in and she thanked him by sitting in the passenger seat, pulling on her seat belt as he closed the door. He sat down next to her right away, also putting on his belt.

- Hey, before we go: I didn't ask for your name! If you're going to take me home at least I have to know that- she asked realizing that she didn't even know that yet and he looked towards her smiling.

- Tom Holland. - He said stretching his hand. - Nice to meet you.

- Y/n Y/l/n- she said, squeezing his hand. And you can't deny that she felt butterflies in her stomach as she felt her skin on hers.

- Your name is not strange to me, I must have read it in one of your books in some shop window. - He said starting and leaving with the car.

- Yeah, who knows ... - she said and he turned on the radio leaving the volume low.

They were exchanging a few words until she indicated that they had arrived at the building where she lived. Tom parked and looked up in a daze.

- Wow, you really have money... - he said and she took off her belt turning towards him.

- A little bit...- she replied crossing her arms. - Well, thank you so much for the ride...

- You're welcome darling. - He said turning his eyes to her. Again that nickname that sounded perfect on his lips.

She turned around, but when she was about to open the door, she turned back to Tom, who was leaning with one hand on the steering wheel and watching her with attention. The next words escaped her again and she was afraid she'd regret it.

- Tom, do you want to come in? - She spoke still holding the door and the boy smiled.

- Sure ... - he said taking the key from the ignition and she shook her head slightly leaving.

He followed her and they entered the building. Tom looked at everything admired which made Y/n smile a little to herself. They entered the elevator and she pressed the penthouse button causing him to raise an eyebrow.

- You really must be a great writer. - he said and she laughed.

He leaned his back against the elevator wall, putting his hands in his pocket and looking her up and down, making her shy. He kept looking at her and it was making her nervous.

They were silent until the elevator opened after a while and they got out. Y/n put a password on the door and it swung open with a small click, she took held the latch and motioned for Tom to enter.

After the two of them entered she closed the door again behind her and watched Tom standing further on, looking around.

- Nice apartment...- he finally said.

- Thank you... - She leaned against the table at the entrance. She didn't know what to do next, maybe it had been a bad idea to bring him here. Why was she so impulsive that night? -Tom, I don't know why I invite you in, sorry...-she said a little nervous looking at her feet. He turned towards her, approaching and stopping in front of her.

- Are you sure you don't know? - He asked and she raised her head, seeing those brown eyes. She bit her bottom lip watching him closely. Damn he knew how to hypnotize her. He took another step and placed a hand on either side of her on the table, cornering her - Your body says otherwise, love... - he said softly feeling her breath hitch slowly and approaching his face to hers, alternating the look of your eyes to her lips. Y/n found another nickname that was perfect when he say.

He finally closed the distance by pressing his lips to hers. His lips were soft and warm, as if they were meant to be kissed. She returned the kiss willingly and when she laced her fingers in his neck, he licked her lower lip slowly asking for passage in which she opened them letting his tongue explore her mouth.

His hands gripped her waist and roamed her body greedily. As he kissed her, he caught her from behind her legs and sat her down on the entrance table, biting her bottom lip shortly after, provoking a low moan from her. He smiled against her lips and trailed kisses to her neck, attacking her skin with desire, making her throw her head back a little.

She grabbed his hair and pulled him back so she could kiss him. Which he gladly reciprocate. His kiss was urgent, but without being rude, he tasted like mint, making her want him even more.

His fingers found the button of her pants and he undid them quickly pulling them out, tossing them aside. When he came back he took her calf and kissed her leg up to her thighs, making her sigh. He moved up the kisses until he caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it up a little, kissing her stomach as well. Y/n didn't know what to do but feel goose bumps with every touch he gave. He then hiked up her shirt and she lifted her arms where he pulled her off, tossing along with her pants that were also on the floor.

She was just wearing her underwear in front of him, it made her a little excited and embarrassed at the same time, but the way he looked at her made her feel confident. He went back to kissing her body, this time kissing each covered breast in turn and reaching for the back of her bra and opening it. She helped him out tosiing to the side and he stood between her legs just watching her for a second, making her feel her cheeks heat up.

- Perfect... - he said with a low voice, as it was for himself and bent down to her breasts kissing each one of her nipples and then sucking them deliciously. Y/n moaned and bit her lip to keep her moans from getting louder, tangling her fingers in his hair again. He looked into her eyes for a few seconds and smiled slightly lowering his kisses to where she wanted him most.

He reached the hem of her panties and pulled them out slowly, kneeling between her legs and she looked at him with expectation. He returned the look and gave that smirk again.

- Look at you darling.... - That damn nickname. - Extremely wet and I haven't even touched you yet... - he said approaching and devouring her right away making her throw her head back with pleasure, biting her lips again to not sound so pathetic with her moans that insisted in wanting get out. - Oh, please don't drown out those wonderful sounds you make, I want to hear how good I'm making you feel. - He said in a husky tone, returning to his task after and she parted her lips letting her moans spread through the apartment.

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Y/n woke up the other day in her bed. She didn't even know how she got there, she just had flashes of the night before and how good she felt in each moment. She stretched and looked to the side seeing she was alone. She got up and put on a robe who was on the side of the bed.

After going to the bathroom and doing her morning hygiene routine she walked around the apartment looking around to see if Tom was somewhere else in the house, but found nothing. Which was understandable, it wasn't like she expected him to stay there and have breakfast with her and all.

She arrived in the kitchen and made black coffee and lean against the countertop. What that simple waiter had done to her was ridiculous, in a good sense, she felt great and kept remembering that accent that was stuck in her mind. He had consumed her in a way she had never imagined it she could be.

Taking a deep breath she set down turning her notebook on. Then opened her book and started writing.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

KID WARNING!

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Anon 1 asked: okay, so i just read “family” and it’s a freaking masterlist❤️❤️🥰 could you write a fluffy family time imagine with coco , reader and letti, like a movie night or something

Anon 2 asked: may I request coco x reader public flashing, like their in a store or clubhouse and when no one around she just randomly showed him the goods

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: NSFW, smut

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Spend your free night at home, now that you feel you have one, is the best idea Coco could had have. By morning, Leti and you went to the supermarket to buy a lot of junk food. Pizza, nachos, guacamole, popcorns, candies, chocolate… Definitely, tomorrow you will not be able to move unless you roll. And beer. Too much beer actually. You also had to threaten your boyfriend to not forget the family night all week long.

But he's late. He's always late.

“Yo! 'Am home!”

Coco's voice finally interrupts the silence in the living room, whilst Leti and you are putting everything on point in the kitchen. The younger goes out to greet him with a soft hug and a palm on his chest, listening how she says “you're gonna clean it all”. Yes, that's the punishment for being late. The mexican chuckles, crossing the hallway and wrapping your waist with the tattooed arms, as your back meet his chest. Raising a hand to his mouth, you offer him one of the piece of jam you're using to make the big pizza. He takes it with the incisors, eating it before kissing your neck so gently holding you closer.

“I love you”. He whispers on your left ear so dearly your legs shake for a second. “Is gonna be the secon' best nai' of ma' life”.

“What was the first, ah?”

“The one I met ya'”. Using the same low voice, he rest his forehead on your shoulder having a deep breathe of your scent. “Tha' was the best nai' of ma' life, mami”.

He doesn't need some words like his back, he's pretty good and satisfied with the goofy smile your lips are drawing on. How couldn't you love him? That's impossible. Turning under his grip, you place your hands on both sides of his neck, standing on your tiptoe enough to reach his lips kissing them peacefully, taking your time and enjoying the taste of tequila on the other tongue. Seems like he has forgotten that Leti is around, setting up the table, when he cups your ass with his hands, squeezing it. And that's the sparkle that lights the wick. Your hands touring his abdomen under the shirt he's wearing, dragging your nails over his skin giving him some chills.

“KID WARNING!”

Leti's scream scared the shit out of you jumping for a second, aa your heart does, whilst she's breaking in laughs.

“It was her fault, givin' me that… jam so sensual. You're the devil, mami”. He chuckles kissing your forehead.

“I didn' know you were into meat, I thought you were more into fish”. His daughter jokes on him, making you laugh covering your mouth with a hand before continuing making dinner.

“I didn' know I was livin' with a clown”. Your boyfriend palm her forehead, walking away to your room.

“All ready?” Leti ask then to you, looking around in case she's missing something else.

“All ready. The pizza will be in five”. You nod putting it inside the oven, turning after to her. “Beer is cold, and the rest is on the table. Netflix on point?”

“Netflix on point”. She replies imitating you.

“Cool”. You say highing five with her.

Of course, you two chose the movie. One of those that mix comedy with action. The night passes by, eating the whole pizza even if Leti said maybe it was too much, and all the junk' you bought as the empty beers were piled up along the table. The younger was lying down on the couch, while you were on Coco's top on the sofa. Your hands touring his chest under the shirt with smooth caresses, with his tangled in your hair. In a moment like that, you're already thinking about what happened before in the kitchen, trying to get somewhat comfy over his body. You're not gonna kick out Leti. You're pretty happy of spending some family time without nobody bothering you. But you has to recognize that you missed your boyfriend a lot today, waking up by morning with him already gone.

Saved by the bell.

Leti's phone rings on the table with Gabri's name blinking on the screen. She practically jumps off of the couch hanging the call and getting somewhat nervous.

“I'm sorry. It was amazing, but Gabri had a date with EZ an—”.

“Just leave, mija”. Coco chuckles moving his hand, no needing an explanation.

You wait impatiently for her to leave the house, feeling guilty for needing him so much that you're happy Leti is going out with her friend. When the door gets closed and you can hear her steps walking downstairs, you attack Coco's lips so hungry you can't handle it. His hands squeezing again your ass, pressing it down to make you notice the lump under the sweatpants he's wearing. And it's pretty delirious. You moan against his tongue, mixing your saliva and tasting the beer on them. Your hips moving looking for more friction with your panties getting somewhat wetted because of him. And you two are so focused on pleasing each other, that you don't hear the door.

“SHIT, KID WARNING! YOU DIDN' EVEN WAIT TWO MINUTES!”

“FUCK OFF, LETICIA!” Coco shouts, making her laugh.

“I'm stealing you fifty bucks fo' the new trauma. Bye!”

Licking your lips as you see how she disappears again crossing the door, your boyfriend bites your neck raising up a little his waist looking for more moves of yours, knowing he's too much needy.

“C'mon, mami… You've been provoken' me since I came hom'”. He almost sobs wit a scratchy voice, sucking your skin.

One of his hands pulls off your shirt, throwing it to the floor before catching one of your nipples with his lips. A soft gasp escapes from yours, touring your left hand to his hardness. You stroke him tightly above the pants, drowning his wailing and some curses against your breast.

“You wan'me to ride you, papi?”

“Fuck, stop playing!” He claims pulling down by your legs the panties you are on somewhat angry.

You love to tease him and seeing how fast he gets furious. Sitting up a little on top of your man, you throw away the only clothe you were wearing, before grabbing the waistband of his doing freeing himself. Licking your lips as soon as you rub your clit over Coco's sensible skin, he nails a hand on your ass and guiding his dick pushing it inside you without no more wait. You can't help but screaming out his name, needing a simple touch from him after being the whole day away.

Bouncing on top of him, spreading your legs and supporting one feet on the floor, you go deeper. Your nails dragging his chest as your moans flood the living room. You know how much he loves watching you riding his hard cock and your breasts jumping as if they were dancing. With his hands nailed on your hips, he forces you to dig his waist harder against your legs. And it's feel amazing.

“Fuck, mami… You drive me crazy…” His voice is hoarse and full of pleasure, closing the eyes and showing you his parted lips.

Leaning back your head a little, arching your back and placing both hands on his thighs, you move your body front to back. Fast. So fast. And you don't care if it's going to be quick, you're desperate and he's totally anxious for cum inside you, feeling the heat that emanates from your body. Coco is totally in love with you, since the first moment. And took him a little to recognize his feelings for you, but even if it's not all about sex, he wish he had done it before just to have seen you more times like this.

You lie down over his chest as he tangles a hand on your hair to push you closer. The mexican bites, sucks and licks your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth to finds the other to take a pulse in a filthy and dirty kiss. Coco slaps your ass twice, making you growl because of the pleasure, squeezing it as his waist dance with yours needing to go faster thrusting you heavy. Your whole anatomy stirring under his hard grip, giving you shivers up your spine. And without expecting, he turns you above the sofa, putting your back on it without pulling away his cock. He pounds you harder, crashing his abdomen against your body making you move at time. Coco wraps you with an arm, placing the other on your throat.

“Who is your papi, ah?” He spit to your lips, almost touching them with his.

“You!” Screaming because of the thrust, you feel how he's pushing you to the limit.

“Who owns this wetty and delicious pussy, ah?”

“It's yours, daddy!” You almost sob arching your back because of an another hard pound. “Please… make me cum… I beg you, daddy… Please”.

Drawing a petty smile on his lips, he squeezes a little bit your throat under his fingers. Sinking his lips on your neck, pulling away his thumb enough inches to bite it and suck it, leaving a reddened bruise there. That's the magical move that makes you crash down into a delirious orgasm, with your shaky legs surrounding his body, pushing him deeper inside you with loud groans stuck in your mouth. He fills you with his seed, howling because of the pleasure above your skin, bristling it.

Some tired kisses trails up your jaw to your lips, drinking your air as he tries to recover himself.

“Fuck, mami… You're a fuckin' blessing”. He whispers with trembling breath and his heart racing, making you laugh low. “Wha'? It's true! I fuckin' love ya'”.

“I love you too, Coquito”. You mutter back, licking his salty lips with the tip of your tongue. “Mi papi…”

“Solo tuyo, mami”. He nods lightly caressing your cheek and pulling away some bristles of sweaty hair.

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[bcacstuff]

Hey, it's me again. She of the fanny flitting and Tequila shots. Courageous after a sizeable gin and no food, ha ha ha. I've seen more shite today about gay Sam after blondie model #12 puts up a latergram after being pinged 10 grand into her offline account for lessons on the offside rule. I don't think I care - married/gay/bi/beards/moustaches or fuck knows what - it won't change my brunette curly hair down to my arse fantasies about him because they ain't real. Me and Neile (I've bought you some crampons and a year's subscription to lasagne monthly) have one thing in common though, we both have thirsty vag for Sam only mine's not dripping dust. OMG, somebody take my phone off me on a Saturday night. Shit, it's Sunday, innit?

Hope you sobered up by now!

I actually got a very good greengrocer over here who makes a delicious lasagna! I think I stick to that one.. sorry Neile

btw. If you can, can you photoshop the plexiglass out of her pics from Chicago. She so wants to find someone who can!

[agentunwin]

CAN’T BE FRIENDS [S.M.]

A/N: This is a standalone imagine!! So please don’t ask for a part 2 lol

Prompt: Shawn sees his ex for the first time in months under unusual circumstances and the true effects of their breakup are revealed, but both know that there’s nothing that can be done. [Based on Can’t Be Friends - Trey Songz.]

Warnings: Just angst and cursing.

Words: 2,222

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The shell of Shawn Mendes walked aimlessly around the crowded room that was filled to the brim with sweaty adults, the stench in the air confirming this. He'd been stumbling around for around 10 minutes now, just looking for something to do, or something more to drink, even though the cup he was holding was still nearly full.

"Shawn! Get your ass over here!"

He wasn't sure who's voice it was, but in the state he was in, he couldn't care less. So, he began stumbling back towards where he believed the voice to be coming from. It took him less than a few seconds to spot a few of his friends and a group of strangers around a table, a girl laying half-naked on top of the plastic surface, giggling at something her friend had just said.

"What's going on here?" Shawn slurred, running a hand through his messy curls.

"Body shots," One of his friends responded, holding up a bottle of tequila and a can of whipped cream. "You in?"

Shawn looked down at the girl who was still laying down. She wasn't attractive to him in the least bit, but that night he'd accept any chance he could to get more fucked up.

Shawn took the initiative and began squirting the whipped cream over parts of her body, starting at her panty line. He then moved upwards, squirting a line up her stomach and through the valley of her breasts. And finally, he put some in her mouth to seal the deal. While he was doing this, his friends helped him, setting up 2 shot glasses in the middle of the whipped cream.

Shawn barely noticed the encouraging shouts and whoops around him as he dug in with no hesitation. His tongue worked quickly, licking along the top of her underwear to clear the cream there, grabbing the shot glass that was placed there. Swiftly swallowing it down, he coughed and moved on to her stomach.

He felt eyes on him from all directions, and if he was at all worried about the media rumors that would transpire the following morning, it seemed that they had all flown out the window.

Shawn's body is running on autopilot and when he's finally coming back to reality he's throwing back another shot, the bitterness stinging his throat in the most delicious way. Now, all there was was the kiss.

It was sloppy, disgusting, and vile, however everyone around them continued to cheer him on as he made out with the woman below him, eating the whipped cream. She seemed more than content with what was happening, but he hated every second of it. It wasn't enough- It wasn't her.

Everyone in the room witnessed Shawn's face pale right before he was disconnecting from the girl and running off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and scrambling to the bathtub. His body went completely numb as his eyes shut tightly and he was heaving, throwing up everything he'd consumed in the short time he'd been at the party.

He didn't even notice the tears staining his cheeks until he finally allowed himself to sit up, confirming that there was nothing left to throw up. He felt disgusting and pathetic knowing that he'd just thrown up in his friend's bathtub, but now, there was nothing he could do about it.

Shawn's eyes were shut for a long time- As far as he could tell- before he was awoken by the sound of the creaky bathroom door. Normally the man would hop up and yell at whoever had disrupted his privacy, but at that time, he was far too spent.

Gentle footsteps intrigued him and when they stopped in front of him, he felt a presence in front of him- A familiar, comforting one. The same one that had broken his soul just the same as he did for her.

Y/N.

He didn't have to open his eyes to know this. Instead, a small smile grazed his chapped lips at the same time a water bottle was held to them, another soft hand gently lifting his chin up. Shawn gladly accepted the help and gulped down the water, the liquid helping to soothe his burning throat.

"How'd you know I was sick?" Shawn inquired as he heard the bottle's top being twisted back on, followed by some other rustling and running water. A few seconds later a cold rag was placed on his forehead, relieving his headache and sweating.

And for the first time in months, he heard her voice- Her melodic, beautiful, voice. "Nice to see you too, stranger."

She hadn't changed from her sarcastic ways one bit.  At this, Shawn let out a pained chuckle and shook his head, his mouth spewing words before he could comprehend them. "God, I love you."

Even though he still couldn't see her, he knows she hesitated. Her hands reached down to grab his and held them to the rag, beckoning for him to support the rag himself. Of course, Shawn's mind merely lingered on the feeling of her skin against his.

"Don't tell me you've been doing this a lot?" Y/N spoke with a sigh. She lifted herself up to the counter and sat atop it, leaning down on her elbows.

Shawn sniffed and shrugged, a hopeless look on his face. "Do you want the truth or are you just like everyone else?"

When she didn't answer for a solid 10 seconds, Shawn got visibly worried, and for the first time since she'd entered the room, he willed himself to split his eyes open. The sight shattered him.

He knew this look all too well- It was the look Y/N would give him when he could tell that she was miserable inside but was trying to appear strong for Shawn. That look haunted him every time he left for tour, it persisted after every make-up they'd had, and it was especially prominent on their final night together 5 months ago.

She wore too-tight black clothing and messy makeup that wasn't her at all, but both of them were trying out new things after their breakup, it seemed. Partying was obviously Shawn's new vice.

"That's not fair, Shawn." She whispered and stared at her lap, voice hoarse now as her nose stung with the promise of tears. "You know I always listened to you."

Shawn bit his lip and gulped, silently hoping she'd look him in the eye again. He was finding it hard to tell her how he truly felt even if he knew that she would never judge him, and that she'd always be there for him, no matter what. Maybe that's why he was struggling so much.

"I've been partying so much, Y/N." Shawn speaks out against the silence, "It helps me forget. And I know you understand, since you're here too."

Y/N remained silent once again and began to twiddle her feet around- A nervous habit of hers. This simple gesture was one that he'd missed dearly. He then realized, after seeing her out of the blue like this, that he wasn't as ready as he'd once told himself he was.

"You looked like you were enjoying yourself." Y/N shrugged, biting her lip insecurely. Shawn raised his eyebrow in confusion and she continued on to elaborate, "The body shots? Kissing that girl?"

Shawn chuckled bitterly and shook his head, hurt that she believed he could enjoy another girl as much as he did her. "If I enjoyed it so much, I wouldn't be in here throwing up my guts, would I?"

Once again, silence coveted them. But that time, it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, and without words spoken, both of them felt the words the other was dying to say. The words that they'd both considered texting the other on their late and drunken nights, but never actually had the courage to admit. Until now.

"I miss you."

Shawn's words came out scratchy and broken, but comprehensible nonetheless. Y'N's lips pressed together tightly and she visibly hesitated once again before she hopped off the counter top and stalked towards him. She plopped down next to him lazily, and with a hard gulp, her head was gently rested on top of his shoulder.

She didn't reply to his words, but he knew she felt the same. It seemed as if the rest of their night was spent together in the dimly lit bathroom, silence separating them and comforting them all at once. At one point, Y/N's eyes began to grow heavy, and Shawn couldn't help but tear up at the sight of the girl falling asleep on his shoulder.

It was a scene he'd seen so much before- When she'd come home from work after a long day, when they were on an airplane and she needed rest, and even at parties she was anxious but found comfort in his presence. The reminiscence was making him miserable, and suddenly, everything was far too overwhelming.

She snapped back to reality solely because of his sobbing. It was ugly and real, and it broke her heart because she knew exactly what he was feeling. Slowly sitting up, Y/N's eyes flickered up to stare at him, tears streaking his face and lips bitten in attempt to silence his cries- To no avail.

He could feel her eyes on him, burning into him, and he couldn't stop the flow of words that spilled from his lips. "If I knew we would end up like this, I would have never kissed you that night, I would've never dated you because now everything's fucked up and I just want you back- Not even romantically. I lost my best friend and the love of my life because I was a fucking dumbass. I miss your smile and your kindness and your talent and your grace, god, it's all my fault, and now I'm going out of my fucking mind."

Y/N's own tears were beginning to form and she crossed her legs, lips quivering as she whispered, "It's not all your fault, Shawn. We both had our issues. But that doesn't mean this has to end forever.. Maybe we can still be friends."

It was stupid of her to suggest, and they both knew it.

Shawn's teeth grit harshly as he laughed bitterly through his tears, staring off into nothing. "There's no way in hell we could ever be friends again after what we've done. We can't take it back, Y/N."

His eyes shot back to hers as soon as he heard a single semblance of a cry, and when he saw her tears, he was there. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight, both of them comforting one another, even though they were the reason for each other's pain. Her fingers wove themselves deep into his shirt as she cried loudly into his chest, Shawn's own tears dripping down his cheeks and into her mess of hair.

"It's not fair," She screamed, the viciousness behind her words muffled by the fabric. "I'm in love with you, so why can't we just be together? Why does nothing ever work out?"

They were questions that Shawn had asked himself every single night. When he first asked out his best friend, everything seemed perfect on paper. However, between the margins, constant fighting and disagreements occurred. Their entire dynamic changed and they had fallen in love too quickly, digging themselves a hole that they couldn't get out of.

Now, both were left void and filled with regret.

Shawn gulped loudly and pulled her away from him, as much as he hated to do so. Her desperate eyes searched his but only found the same sadness, knowing that there was no way to fix this.

"I think it's time for us to let go."

His words struck a cord in both of them, being the closure that both had craved for months now.

"I want you to live your life," Shawn sniffed, attempting a grin, "I want you to find love with someone who can do it all for you. I want you to be happy, even if it's not because of me. Please, don't make this harder than it has to be."

Y/N's throat burned and she wiped her tears, nodding gently. "I want the same for you, Shawn."

Shawn giggled at her- She was never great with words. He quickly shook this thought from his head, though.

"I guess this is goodbye." She bit her lip, a sad smile on her face as she stared at the man who'd done so much for her. She was trying to stay strong again, for his sake, he could tell.

"Not goodbye," Shawn shook his head, lacing his fingers with hers one last time. "That's too permanent. Let's just say.. See you later."

Y/N squeezed his fingers and nodded, "See you later."

They kept their hands together for a few more seconds and he was the one to finally go, releasing her from his grip, but certainly not his conscience.

As she exited the room with him shutting the door behind her, she ultimately walked out of his life forever, leaving him to slide his back down the door and bury his head in his knees, allowing himself to sob into himself.

And unbeknownst to him, Y/N was on the other side, a shattered mess just as much as he was.

Both loved each other too much, and that was exactly where their problem laid.

#Shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes imagines #sm #shawn peter raul mendes #my writing #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes blurbs #masterlist #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes request #shawn fic

[ellanainthetardis]

Uh uh... what about Lyssa being single, and she, in fact, does want Haymitch, and she flirts with him trying to get him in her bed and Effie is all crazy, and sad because she knows that when Lyssa wants someone, she has them. It's not like Effie has told her that she's in love with Haymitch so Lyssa doesn't think that she's hurting Effie. And in the end, Haymitch is like "I'm sorry, but I don't want you" and then goes after Effie.

Here you go ! |x]

Of Sisters, Bending & Pool Tables

“Well. I am separated. No matter what Mothersays, our marriage cannot be mended.I am entitled to some fun now.” Lyssa huffed, jutting her chin in the air. “Rufus certainly never let a little thinglike marriage stop him from finding alover.”

Effie toasted to that, happy that her sisterseemed to have found her backbone at last. Tired of being cheated upon maybeor, perhaps, it was the fact that the last affair had been made public in a fewgossip rags. Lyssandra had grabbed her children, slammed the door and showed upat their parents’ house. Needless to say their mother had been desperate tosalvage the situation as best as possible by urging Lyssa to go back and letRufus apologize. He was wealthy and powerful, asking for faithfulness was goinga little too far according to her.

Effie had unfortunately been present for thelatest lecture and had cringed when Elindra had pointed out that she didn’t want to know what theirfather did behind her back as long as he was discreet about it. She had takenpity on her sister and had invited her to come along to a Games party.

The new victor, the rude girl from Seven whohad pretended to be weak only to come at the tributes with an axe when theyslept, was in the clinic still and the Gamemakers filled the time with partiesand interviews so it was the right time to go out and celebrate.

Of course, Effie had remembered why she seldom went out with Lyssandra when shehad picked her sister up. Lyssa looked so fabulous in her blue muslin dressthat Effie felt underdressed. Heads and eyes had turned on her sister’s wakewhen they had entered the party and she was very aware that more than a fewpeople were eyeing them. Or, she supposed, Lyssa.

“Good for you.” Effie smiled nonethelessbecause her sister was upset and she needed the attention more than Effie didat that moment. “You should findsomeone else. When was the last time you even had good sex?”

“Oh, Effie!” Lyssa half-chided, half-giggled.“How improper! Shocking!”

“You’re being shocking behind my back, sweetheart?”a familiar voice snortedbehind her and Effie didn’t startleexactly but she stood a little straighter.

Lyssa instantly turned on the charm. “Hello,Haymitch. How nice to see you again.”

Effie chanced a glance over her shoulder at hervictor, disappointed that Chaff wasn’t with him for once – and she had neverthought she would ever feel that way.Haymitch, as it turned out, was smiling back. Not smirking but smiling withsomething akin to fondness.

“Lyssa, right?” he asked, outstretching a hand.“You’re Effie’s sister?”

Trust him to remember that when she couldn’t get him to remember a sponsor’s name formore than two minutes.

He must have seen Lyssandra three times in all.In ten years, she had been very carefulto keep them separate.

Lyssa shook his hand, her smile brightening.“You remember me.”

“You’re hard to forget.” he answered.

Effie almost rolled her eyes. Annoyed by thehandshake that was stretching to long, she bumped her hip against Haymitch’s. Accidentally, it went without saying.

“And what are you up to, this evening,Haymitch?” Lyssandra asked, tilting her head to the side. “Effie claims you arealways involved in some mischief. We could use some mischief tonight. Isn’tthat so, dear?”

The question was directed at her so Effielifted her eyebrows. “It depends on the mischief.”

Haymitch clearly hesitated. Effie wasn’t surewhat was planned – and with the victors something was always planned between the Games and the Crowning – but heobviously didn’t want to invite them along, which was just as well. Her hemight have brought if she had nagged him long enough but her sister wasn’t partof the group and…

“Drinks and pool in a bar downtown.” heoffered. “We can find more mischief after if that’s not enough for you.”

“Oh, downtown!”Lyssa clapped in delight. “How deliciously scandalous!I haven’t been in years. Effie, let’s go with him!”

Effie looked at him and he shrugged hispermission. That was easy. Too easy. “Who else will be there?”

“Chaff. Finnick. Beetee… Maybe Blight if he canget away.” he replied. “Look, you don’t want to come, that’s fine. Stay here.I’ll take good care of your sis…”

“Certainly not.”she huffed. “I will not abandon my sister to Chaff’s grabby paws.”

“He only has the one hand, you know.” hesnorted, his grey eyes sparkling with amusement.

“And yet he is very talented at pretending to be an octopus when it comes to groping defenseless women.” she deadpanned without a blink.

“Youain’t defenseless.��� he mocked before turning to Lyssa. “And I’ll protect you.No need to be scared of Chaff.”

“Why wouldI be scared of Chaff?” Lyssandra dismissed with a flirty smile. “He is not whoI am interested in.”

Effie almost gasped.

Could she be even plainer?

Granted, she had agreed Lyssa should find aone-night-stand but…

“Right…” Haymitch said and, for the first time,he didn’t sound so smooth. If she hadn’t known better, Effie would have thoughthe was uncomfortable now. He offered her his arm – out of reflex, she was sure,she had trained him well after all – and she grabbed it before Lyssa could.Unfortunately, her sister didn’t take the hint and linked her elbow with hisother one.

Effie made a point of sitting next to Haymitchin the car but that only left Lyssa facing him and that meant they could talkmore easily.

Lyssandra was flirting and Haymitch wasteasing.

Effie wanted to strangle someone long beforethey even reached the bar.

As luck would have it, the other victors hadalready escaped the party and had grabbed a table in a corner. The bar wasshady and it made Lyssa hesitate but Effie, used by now to their choices ofvenues, marched on straight to the table and grabbed the shot of tequila thatwas waiting in front of Finnick without even a proper hello. She didn’t feelmuch better once she had drunk it and Finnick’s raised eyebrow meant she wouldprobably have to explain herself at some point.

“Well, hello to you too, love.” Chaff snorted.“Didn’t know you were coming…”

And he wasn’t pleased about it but Effieignored that and smiled, ready to apologize for her rudeness when all the eyesturned away from her and she knew, without having to check, that her sister wasstanding behind her. Even Beetee, who was by far the oldest man at the tableand also very much taken, was staring.

Since he was too busy gawking at her sister,Effie decided Chaff wouldn’t miss his shotof tequila and downed that one too. Haymitch’s hand was resting at the small ofLyssa’s back and Effie was dying to say something she had no right to say.

Introductions were swept out of the way quicklywhile Finnick rushed to grab chairs for them. The fact that Lyssa sat rightnext to Haymitch and that she was batting her eyelashes at him wasn’t lost onanyone.

Chaff went to grab his glass, found it empty andtossed her a knowing look.

“Your sister knows she’s stepping all over yourtoes?” he snorted in a miraculously lowvoice.

“I do notknow what you mean.” she snapped right back and pointedly turned to Finnick,leaving Haymitch and Chaff to compete for Lyssandra’s attention. Even Beeteewas desperate to buy her a drink, it seemed, but she was secured in the factFinnick had been crushing on her eversince he won and…

…she felt extremely disappointed when he jumpedon the seduce Lyssa bandwagon.

At long last, she finished her drink all thewhile trying not to listen to the general flirting and eventually stood up togo hustle money she didn’t need out of unsuspecting gullible men.

She liked pool, she was good at it and nobodyever thought she would win because she was too pretty.

The two guys she beat to dust were young andhad thought she would be an easy prey. Still, she felt bad about taking theirmoney because they weren’t in the richest part of town and those people clearlyweren’t healthy. She settled for their cigarettes instead because she didn’thave hers.

She was just lighting one and fighting the urgenot to look toward the victors’ tablewhen she felt a hand on her back, wandering dangerously low for a public place.

“Take it off.” she warned, knowing perfectlywell who it was.

The man was close enough that she could smellhim and he smelled like whiskey, cheap soap and faint sweat.

“Ain’t that my line?” he snorted in her ear,stealing the cue from her hand. “That dress would look better off, alright…”

She pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, blewout smoke and crossed her arms, the cigarette carefully angled between herfingers so she wouldn’t burn herself. “Are you seriously flirting with me right now?”

He shot her a warning glance. “I don’t flirt.”

Flirting was too close to admitting heactually liked her, she supposed.

“You certainly flirt with my sister.” sheretorted, waiting for him to lose the shot before snatching her cue back, hercigarette held tight between her lips. She bent over the table to take thewinning one band restart another game. She felt him staring at her ass andregretted, not for the first time, the lack of pool tables in the penthouse.They could have had fun with one. Or, at least, they could have had fun with itif he hadn’t been attracted to her sister. “I told you once that if you ever slept with her…”

“I ain’t gonna sleep with her.” he scowled.

“No, you are just going to flirt with her in front of me all night, isn’t that it?” shesnapped. “And when you are done, you will take me to bed and you will thinkabout her while you do unspeakablethings to me. Things, by the way, that she would not let you do. She is quiteconservative in that area.”

He watched her for a few seconds, his faceunreadable, and then grabbed the cue back from her even though it wasn’t yethis turn. He didn’t try to play either.

She wondered if he was drunker than he looked.She would have said buzzed if pressed but buzzed was pretty much normal forhim. The night was young yet.

“I was just being nice.” he said quietly.

“You are nevernice.” she scoffed, looking around for an ashtray. “And certainly not withsponsors.”

He frowned. “She’s your sister and your assholebrother-in-law cheated on her. It’s on every gossip channel. Thought you’d wantme to be nice.” He shrugged and took an angry shot that missed its mark. “Nevermind. Don’t know why I even tried to do something nice for you. Think I likebringing Capitols along to a victorsevening?”

“You bring me often enough.” she retorted,glancing at the table where Finnick and Chaff were competing for Lyssa’sattention. “And they are not complaining.”

“You’re different.” he grumbled.

“She won’t sleep with them.” she warned,finally locating an ashtray on a nearby empty table. It was half-full alreadybut that was the quality of services in that part of town. She crushed hercigarette and turned back to stare at him. “Finnick is too young and Chaff istoo Chaff. You, on the other hand…”

“Ain’t interested.” he said firmly, his eyesnever wandering away from hers.

She wanted to believe him. Oh, how she wanted…

But when it came to Lyssa… Men were never not interested. She had learned that thehard way.

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Princess. Youknow better. If there’s a woman I want bent in two tonight, it ain’t yoursister.”

“Bent in two?” she repeated with a mockinghuff. “How very confident of you. Iam not in any mood to bend for youtonight, Haymitch.”

He took a step closer, very much in her space,trapping her against the pool table. “Maybe I’ll go down on my knees for youfirst…”

Now, that…

She pouted, her eyes darting from his amusedface – because he knew he had her – to the table in the corner where Lyssa waslaughing at whatever Beetee was saying.

“She ain’t prettier. She ain’t smarter. And sheain’t more attractive.” Haymitch said slowly. “That’s in your head, Effie.”

She flinched but didn’t try to deny it. Shestepped around him because they weren’t exactly inconspicuous pressed togetheragainst a pool table, even if the bar was shady and most people didn’t care –that was why the victors always chose that type of places. Discretion.

She slowly leaned over the table to take thewinning shot, making sure Haymitch had a good view this time.

“Perhaps we can convince the Gamemakers wesimply need a pool table in thepenthouse next year…” she hummed.

His hand briefly ran up her spine and coiledaround her nape in a possessive and affectionate squeeze she pretended not tonotice.

She trusted him, she decided. For this and foreverything else. It might not have been the cleverest move but it was too latenow. She trusted him.

#hayffie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #prompt #games time #lyssa #jealousy #teapot #the victors gang #about e past

[honestgrins]

human klaroline at a party. klaus is talking to his friends when drunk caroline comes up behind him. she catches him by surprise when she grabs his hips and starts thrusting into him. klaus is embarrassed, his friends think it's funny. katherine recorded it on her phone and caroline is mortified after watching it. (inspired by kourtney kardashian's instagram video with kylie at. please don't judge me for keeping up with them).

I would never judge, Anon! I made some slight adjustments, but I hope you like it!

Mortified || Klaroline

Caroline awoke to the bang of her bedroom door opening, though the piercing pain in her temples quickly took precedence. “Ow,” she moaned. Pressing her face into the pillow helped to block the offensive morning light; unfortunately, it couldn’t do the same for her roommate.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Katherine teased, jumping onto the bed to throw off the covers.

Cringing from the onslaught of light and noise, Caroline reluctantly accepted her fate. “Hangover cure, please.” She held out her hand, grateful for the aspirin and the protein shake Katherine passed her. Choking down the chalky drink, Caroline winced when she finally opened her eyes. “What happened last night?”

“I’m so glad you asked.” Katherine smirked as she pulled up her Snapchat story. “Remember your adamant plan to finally suss out Klaus’s deal with you?” she asked smugly.

Caroline racked her brain for any memories of the night before, but they all ended around Kol’s birthday dinner with all their friends - and Klaus. “He showed up at the Grill late, right? I don’t know anything about a plan.”

Though she could guess.

When she met Kol Mikaelson in college, he was just the trust-fund baby looking to sleep his way through college (both literally and figuratively). After weeks of feuding and Caroline snapping back at his smart-ass remarks, a grudging respect was born. Over the years since, that respect grew into an iron bond of friendship.

His brother, on the other hand, never seemed to care very much one way or the other about her witty banter. Klaus had been the one to take pity on a recently graduated Kol whose trust fund access was cut off when he didn’t want to move back home to join the family business. With Caroline moving to Chicago for her first big-girl job, it was a no-brainer to live with his follow, ne'er-do-well brother just a few blocks away.

It was during Caroline’s apartment-warming party a few weeks earlier that she realized Klaus Mikaelson was weirdly quiet. She and Katherine, a fellow Whitmore grad with better closet options and cleaning habits than Kol, encouraged everyone they invited to bring a friend in an effort to widen their social circle in a new city. When Kol bought his artsy architect of a brother, she thought he’d be a natural fit for their group.

Honestly, tolerating Kol was the first task to master, and the guy was living with him.

Katherine had called dibs immediately upon seeing his tousled curls and delicious scruff, but Klaus’s nonverbal reactions to her blatant come-ons were too much work for her. Caroline had rolled her eyes at Kat’s annoyed declaration, determined to strike up a conversation with him. She had noticed him glancing in her direction throughout the night. Being Kol’s brother put him firmly in her ‘friend’ pile, but Caroline wasn’t above a little innocent flirtation among friends. Hell, it was the best way to survive both Kat and Kol.

Still, Klaus hadn’t risen to the occasion. He nodded appropriately, attentively listening to her babble about linen closets for some reason, but he had nothing to offer in return. It was like talking to a mirror that would now and then hum noncommittally in response. Every time she asked a direct question, he would pensively take a drink, pause, then quietly answer with the barest explanation. While she was all for people doing what they needed to in social situations, Caroline hated that he felt so uncomfortable in her presence; Klaus quickly moved from the 'friend’ pile to the 'guy standing alone at the party’ corner.

According to Katherine, though, she had apparently decided enough was enough at Kol’s birthday party.

“Your plan to, and I quote, 'find out Klaus’s weird grudge against hot blondes’ involved slamming back the tequila shots Kol gleefully fed you,” Katherine explained just as gleefully. “After about an hour of thinly veiled comments about 'actual conversationalists’ and 'judgmental staring,’ you decided that Klaus wasn’t blushing hard enough and took to the stage for karaoke.”

Caroline frowned, unsure why she let herself get so worked up to actually unleash the hell of her overactive mind on Klaus. She usually had more tact than that, especially after Kol explained his brother was just super shy with strangers. Caroline had shrugged that first meeting off, then, figuring he would warm up to her over time. It wasn’t until Klaus had formed biting retorts to Katherine’s constant needling that Caroline was officially offended.

“How did I become persona non grata before Kat?” she had asked Kol furiously. The little jerk just shrugged and smirked at her frustration, swearing he had no idea.

It was a lie, and Caroline knew it - which was probably why she had allowed Kol to feed her shots and fuel whatever confrontation Kat had inevitably captured on her phone. “Show me,” Caroline demanded, resigned.

Scrolling past drunk selfies on her story, Kat landed on a surprisingly loud video. Caroline automatically recognized Joan Jett’s 'Do You Wanna Touch?’ playing, though she could hardly believe the blonde girl giving an exaggerated lap dance while singing was her. “I-is that-”

“-you grinding on Klaus’s lap in front of the whole bar?” Kat finished with a smile. “Yep. You had moves, too, ended up with some bills thrown for you. Mostly from Kol, but still.”

Embarrassment burned her cheeks as Caroline squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh, my god. I’m such a bitch.”

“A sexy bitch,” Katherine supplied unhelpfully. She just shook her head when Caroline groaned in misery. “Get over it, Forbes. Dimples got under your skin, so you called him out in your…own, particular fashion. What’s the big deal?”

“A, it was Kol’s birthday I turned into a personal sideshow.” Caroline held up her thumb before adding a finger for each additional point. “B, you published a video of me giving a lap dance. C, I gave that lap dance to Klaus, Kol’s painfully shy brother who can barely speak to me after a month of knowing each other. He must have been mortified.”

Katherine snorted, replaying the video. “No, sweetie,” she mocked. “He was too busy staring at your boobs. As fun as this whole dumb blonde thing has been for me and Kol, I really need you to wake up and realize Klaus is stupidly into you.”

Scoffing, Caroline finally got out of bed to get dressed. “He’d actually have to hold a conversation with me to like me.” It was an old argument since moving to Chicago, one of Kol’s favorites. “Like you said, he’s too focused on my boobs.” Wrangling them into a bra under her dress, Caroline waved goodbye.

“Where are you going?”

“To straighten out this mess you did nothing to help me avoid!”

With that, Caroline slammed the front door shut as she fled the apartment.

As loud and determined as she left for Klaus and Kol’s place, Caroline felt a rare timidness when she finally stood in front of their door. Summoning her courage, she knocked twice and bounced on her toes while the footsteps inside came her way. Klaus was the one to open the door, a tired hand running through his rumpled curls. “Caroline?”

“Hi,” she greeted softly. He only seemed surprised to see her, not angry or dismissive like she had feared. “Can I come in?”

Stepping aside, Klaus pointed toward his couch. Caroline took the hint and sat, though her eyes roved around the neat, minimalist apartment. “I’m surprised you can keep the place so clean with Kol as a roommate. He’s a walking tornado.”

“Part of the agreement we made when he moved in,” Klaus answered. He rubbed his neck as he watched her fidget on the couch. Rather than addressing the oddness of the situation, he just waited her out.

Caroline wasn’t good with silence. “So, where is Kol? Too hungover to get out of bed?”

Almost instantly, the tips of Klaus’s ears flushed pink. “He didn’t make it home last night, actually,” he said quietly. “I saw him leave with that Enzo chap.”

Caroline frowned. “But my coworker Bonnie brought Enzo to the party, I thought they were dating.”

Coughing, Klaus shook his head. “No, love, I think Bonnie left with them, too,” he explained, his face cutely bashful.

“Ah,” Caroline smiled in realization. “Happy birthday to Kol, I guess.” Her smile faded as the reason for her visit came back to mind. Glancing down to her knees, she picked at the hem of her dress. “But I should be honest and tell you that Kol wasn’t the one I came to see. I think I owe you an apology.”

She peeked up to see Klaus’s expression; he seemed curious, as opposed to upset. Interpreting that as silent encouragement, she took a deep breath to prepare herself. “As you can probably tell, I don’t remember a lot of what happened last night, because I was completely wasted, and Kat showed me a video that I wish she hadn’t had the opportunity to take, not only because my voice was a little pitchy during karaoke, but also because of the inappropriate dancing that might have been fueled by tequila,” she rambled. At his blank stare, however, her mouth decided to keep going. “You know, the dancing that breached all personal space and proper manners.” Holding out her hand, she gestured broadly below his belt. “In that general area.”

Curling his lips into his mouth, the dimples in his cheeks betrayed Klaus’s smile. “Caroli-”

“-and I know you’re shy, and I probably embarrassed the hell out of you in front of so many strangers, and I can’t begin to apologize enough for basically forcing my insecurities onto you because I can’t figure out why I’m the only one you don’t even try to talk to, when that was so not the way to go about broaching the subject because you’re a person with your own needs and habits and you don’t need me barging in with my own expecta-”

This time, the interruption came from Klaus sitting next to her and reaching for her hand. Caroline’s mouth closed with a snap; her eyes were automatically drawn to the light circles he drew on her wrist with his thumb. “Perhaps I needed the push,” he admitted.

“Push for what?” Her voice was hesitant, breathy as the space between them shrank.

Quiet as always, Klaus just leaned in to place a soft kiss on her cheek. Small pecks lingered on a path to her lips, where he brushed his mouth against hers until she sank into the kiss. For a long moment, she breathed him in when he pulled away. “Oh,” she finally sighed. Remembering her spat with Katherine earlier, Caroline’s brow furrowed in confusion. “But you don’t talk to me.”

Rubbing his nose along hers, Klaus seemed to be searching for the correct words. “I listen more than you think,” he answered. “I’m not used to sharing much, but I enjoy listening to you talk. You love your work, your apartment, your family, your friends. You hate the color of your kitchen, the latest episode of your favorite show, and whoever thinks casual Fridays include velour tracksuits.”

Caroline stared in shock. “It’s just babbling,” she pointed out. “You can’t really remember all that.”

“You’re passionate, love.” His hand was drawing those distracting circles on her wrist again. “I place high value on passion.”

“What are you passionate about?” she asked softly, letting her lips brush his as she spoke.

Smirking, Klaus kept that inch of distance between them. “I’ve taken a sudden liking to karaoke,” he whispered against her lips.

She shoved him lightly, giggling. “That might be the first joke I’ve heard you make,” she said. “But seriously, I know nothing about you, save what Kol tells me.”

“Don’t believe a thing he says.”

“I don’t, trust me,” she snorted. “So, what are your passions? I want to know.”

Klaus ran a hand along her side, and she tried not to react to the warmth. “You’re welcome to find out,” he said. “I have a makeshift art studio in a spare room, my work desk is right over there if you’d like to see a blueprint. There’s also a great bottle of wine I’ve been keeping for a special occasion.”

“Those are great and varied passions.” Caroline noted the way his eyes traced the freckles across her nose, smiling as he realized he was caught staring. “Any others?”

“I can think of one,” he murmured before kissing her again.

For a guy who didn’t talk much, Caroline wasn’t embarrassed to admit that Klaus certainly knew how to use his mouth.

#klaroline drabbles #klaroline #to rely on the kindness of strangers #anon anon #asked and answered #not so prompt prompt

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haha i just lost two followers in as many minutes

i like that i can not post for months and everything's cool but whenever i do post, my followers drop like flies

i like to think it's a special talent

#i don't care because i have tequila and it is delicious

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JACKSON ‘JAX’ TELLER x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: Helloo! Could I request a jax teller x reader! A Jealousy one💕 Thank you

Anon #2 asked: 87+104 w/ jax teller please?

Prompts:

87. “Put on my kutte”.

104. “Don’t ask me to stop, I’m just gonna go harder”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 2.5k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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“Having fun with Rafi?”

His voice doesn't surprise you, giving him your back while you look for the tequila Marcus has asked for. You know exactly what's happening and you're trying to not laugh in his face, or this shit is going to be serious. But it's the same situation when Sons of Anarchy and Mayans have a party together. Rafi, president's right hand, is pretty kind with you and an interesting man, so yes. You have a lot of fun talking about something else than motorbikes, drugs, guns and bitches. Before you can turn around to leave the warehouse, a hand surrounds your throat, feeling Jax's chest accommodating against your back.

“I. Asked. You. A. Question”. He says into your ear, sounding a little angry and upset.

You know exactly how it works, how he works. But you're not in this shit anymore. It's been six months since you fucked for the first time. Sex is good. So fucking good. But you're catching feelings and you don't know if he cares about you in the same way. His jealousy confuses you, because no man can touch you but you gotta put up with whores flirting with him.

“Yes”. You just say, keeping some seconds of silence. “I'm having fun with my friend. Are you having fun with those bitches, uh? All th—”.

“We are not talking about me, darling”. His free arm wraps your abdomen, pushing you a little more closer, while his fingers squeeze your neck.

“We should”.

You know that these words have confused him when he puts away his hands to let you turn around. You're frowning your eyebrows, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I'm not… gonna blame you for anything. But if I don't have the right to tell you who can or who can't touch you, you're not gonna do it, Jackson”. You say with a firm tone of voice.

The man turns his legs to stretch a hand and close the door, locking it to not be bothered by anybody. You can see how his face turns from confusion to incredulity, from zero to one hundred, in just one second.

“I don't want anyone else, (Y/N)”.

“Then, prove it. But don't demand me a respect that you don't show me. You wanna be fuck friends? Cool. I don't have any… compromise or a relationship with you, I get it. But then, I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do”.

“That's it? It's a question of status?”

“It's a question of that I love you, Jax. I truly do. For who you are to me, not for who you are to them. I don't give a shit about your club and your matching outfits of badass bikers. I'm more into what you make me feel when we're alone, without having a knife hanging on your belt”.

“So, you're basically asking me to be my Old Lady”.

“No, Jax! Why the fuck you end up bringing everything to the club business? You're not the fucking president of the United States, and I'm not that… bitch. I wa—”.

“The club is my life. And if you don't understand it, it's because you don't know me, (Y/N)”.

You nod. You don't want to think about these words, because it's enough pain what you are feeling without thinking about it.

“Then, I don't know you. And I don't want to”. You sentence, before leaving the warehouse. And the party.

You would be lying if you say that you slept last night. Even if you didn't want it, his last words were chasing you the whole time, walking through your house and touring every room trying to get tired to sleep. But there you are, sitting at the table in the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee and having a sip. Your gaze is in the middle of nowhere, not knowing if you are disappointed or dealing with a broken heart.

The door ring pushes you back to the real world, dragging backwards the chair to get up from it. Covering your mouth with a hand, because of a loud yawn, you open the main door to find Jax there. He looks like shit too, with the same black bags under his eyes, the same clothes and messy tufts of blonde hair falling on his forehead. Supporting a shoulder against the frame, you cross your hands on your abdomen.

“Can I come in?”

“No”.

He nods biting the inside of his lower lip.

“I'm sorry about last night”.

“Yeah, me too”.

“Are you…?”

“Yeah. I'm sorry for telling you about my feelings. The last thing I was expecting was you shitting on them”.

“Listen…” He says rubbing his face with both hands, pulling back his hair. “I'm sorry for talking to you as I did. I really want you to be my girlfriend, or whatever you want”.

“Why now do you want it? What you didn't want it like… seven hours ago? What changed? That I sent you to hell? Is that? I didn't know you were the kind of child who wants his toy back, when someone else is playing with it”.

“Could you please stop being this rude?”

“This rude? Oh, do you mean the same ‘rude’ you were last night, Jackson?” Rolling your eyes, you chuckle.

“I'm telling you that I love you, (Y/N)”.

“Good, thank you. Anything else?”.

“Shit… If you were one of my brothers…”

“What? You would punch me?” Standing up from the door, you raise both eyebrows. “Try me, blonde bitch”.

Adopting the look on your face, he can't believe what he's hearing. But he likes it. He likes the fact that you're talking to him without giving a shit about his club, his job, or whatever other thing. Touring his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, he gives a quick step to grab your throat with ringed fingers, pushing you into your house to close the door. You're not scared, you're not even thinking about defending yourself because you already know what it's going to happen.

The blonde man crashes your lips with his, tangling your fingers on the Reaper Crew shirt under the kutte, while you walk backwards to the sofa. He urges you to sit on his lap with his legs among yours, pawing your body desperately while your hips swing over the growing lump under his jeans. The rage because of your behaviors and the feeling of alleviate get mixed inside your mouth, and your tongues giving a pulse to each other. Taking you off the shirt over your hair, his teeth attack one of your nipples to suck and bite it, while the other receives the attention it needs pinching it with his fingers. Yours getting tangled on his hair, gasping with closed eyes, looking for some friction for your core.

“Fuck, Jax…”

“Don't ask me to stop, darling, I'm just gonna go harder”. He growls onto your skin undoing his belt and the zip of his jeans.

Without asking for it, nor expecting, Jax thrusts two ringed fingers inside you using all his strength, until his hand finds your limits. A pleasure scream comes out from your mouth, with his pace speeding up.

“You're the only bitch I'm gonna fuck”.

“Call me bitch again and…”

You can't stop the threat, when he pounds you harder.

“You what, honey? I didn't hear you”.

You try to speak two times more, having the same result. Jackson is teasing you and chuckling because of your reactions, until you slap his chest.

“Fuck me, baby”. You get to say, looking for his blue eyes.

“Get up, take off those panties and put on my kutte”.

Following the instructions in silence, the Son takes the advantage to roll down his jeans and his boxers to his ankles, throwing away his own shirt. His right hand goes to his hard dick, the one you love to ride and suck, watching you so focused on the way you have to wear the leather kutte of his club. And he can swear that he hasn't seen anything more perfect than it. Jerking himself off, Jax looks at you kneeling over the sofa to sit on him.

“I would let you be my president”. He jokes rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, provoking you a soft moan. “I love how your pussy feels, darling… Warm as fuck, suffocating me, suffocating my cock. I wanna fuck it every night. I wanna fuck you every night”.

“And every morning”.

“All the time”.

Moving your waist from back to forward, you focus your attention on his parted lips begging for something else.

“Ride me, darling”. He asks, getting a little more comfortable on the sofa.

You bounce onto his cock without waiting for any single word, separating your legs over the cushion to go deeper. Jax is big, so big, and when you're more than one day without being fucked by him, you need to take some seconds to adapt your tightness to how hard he is.

“This pussy drives me insane… You're so fucking wet I could drown myself in it”. He mumbles putting a hand on your pelvis to bring his thumb to your clit, stroking it to make you feel better. “I could eat you out the whole time. You're fucking delicious”.

“I'm gonna fuck you like no one else can, my prince”. You mutter resting your forehead on his, before starting to move.

And you don't work him slow like sometimes, you go rough, fast and anxious hitting your g-spot every time you let your body fall down. Every pound brings you to heaven, drinking his pleasured grunts when your wetness wraps his sensible skin so fast that he doesn't have time to finish a moan and start another one. Your hips dance furious above him, trying to show to the Son one of the things you can offer him, although he already knows it well.

His free hand slaps your ass hardly, making your back get arched because of the stinging, screaming out his name every time he does it; as if he was punishing you. But you like it. You like that he doesn't control himself, wanting to please you every single second, while you ride wildly his cock. Your cock. He has you bewitched, rapturous, out of the world with his thumb jerking off your clit with the same speed that you're fucking him. No mercy, non-stop, careless. Just you two giving in to your most primal instincts.

Leaning over him you catch his mouth with your teeth, biting his lips before kissing them, with all his fingers getting nailed on your buttocks. Squeezing and pinching them, leaving some beautiful marks that are going to hurt like hell.

“Shit, darling… Look at your fucking precious pussy, engorging my big dick once and again… to the limit.. Does it feel good? Do you like my dick, uh?”

“Yes… I fucking love it. I fucking love when you grab my hair and fuck my mouth inside my car”.

“Yeah, you like it? How much, my princess? Tell me”.

“Fucking much, Jackson… I love when you wake me up fucking my pussy, always ready for you. And when you're so fucking jealous, grabbing my throat and impaling me until making me cum”.

“Do you like that much?”

You nod in silence, feeling your legs starting to shake close to the orgasm.

“What about my mouth? Do you like it?”

“Fuck… Yes, Jackson. I love when you eat my pussy… When you come from the club and eat my wet pussy on the counter… Your tongue licking me, oh, shit…”

“You taste so good, my love… I love your little pussy”.

“Fuck, Jax… I'm gonna fucking cum…”

“Go harder, baby. I wanna feel you”.

You speed up with every thrust to your center, being wrapped by the sweat and the heat of the moment, crying out his name with your back arched at the moment you reach the orgasm. He fills you up, maintaining your gaze and enjoying the look on your face. So pleased, so ecstatic, running out of air.

“Put on your knees, darling… I'm gonna fuck your mouth as you like”.

You have to take some seconds on top of him to process the order, before doing it, settling yourself between his legs over the floor. Jax grabs your head with both hands pounding your mouth with fury, while your lips wrap all his extension, hitting your throat once and again. It hurts you sometimes, but you love it. The Son presses his swollen glans against your limits when he fills your mouth up, feeling his hot cum spilling inside it. He growls loudly lifting up a little his pelvis, with your nose touching his skin, forcing you to take it all.

“Fuck, darling… Fuck… It feels so fucking good…”

When he frees yourself of his cock, and some threads of your saliva mixed with his seed falls down by the corner or your lips, Jackson urges you to lie down on the sofa while you try to recover your breath. And when you're trying it, cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand, his tongue finds your throbbing core sucking it as if it was going to be the last thing he was to do in his life. Placing both legs over his shoulders, he cleans every trail of your juices, drinking them so delighted that you're about tu cum a second time when he slides three fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck, Jackson!”

Shrinking under his caresses, you bring down your hands to his hair, sinking his face into your pussy. He's devouring it like no one else could do it, keeping his eyes on you with his ringed fingers fucking you so painfully pleasant that you can't help but find the ecstasy again. The heat is suffocating you, but he doesn't stop. His tongue toures your entrance, before catching your clit among his teeth biting it gently.

“FUCK, JACKSON… JACKSON, PLEASE, STOP”.

You're inside a bubble of pleasure and you are about to cry. You have never felt this good, but he's making it up to you as hard as he can. Pulling out his fingers of your tired pussy, he licks them crawling above your body before tucking them inside your mouth.

“Taste them… This is the most fucking delicious thing I ever had the opportunity to relish, darling”.

Tasting yourself, you spread your legs to give him some space for his body.

“I fucking love you, keep it in your fucking mind, (Y/N)”.

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❛ FUDDY-DUDDY ❜

with Che ‘Taza’ Romero.

Warnings: nsfw, smut.

Word count: about 1.7k

Aurora says: This is just something I needed to write, that's all. This writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl ✨

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One of his hands roams your thigh, while the other arm has wrapped your waist. Sitting on his lap, you're enjoying another long talk about funny stories that happened in different runs with the crew. The yard is starting to get emptied deep in the night, until left the original Mayans and some of Vicki's girls. You are a little bit drunk as a skunk, just like Taza who is enraptured on the way his fingertips get slided over your bare skin.

“Hey, Vice”.

A mexican girl interrupts Bishop's story, walking towards the sitted group, swaggering her body and trying to be sensual. You are about to laugh, Angel and Coco too.

“I thought I could give you a… ‘goodbye’ before leaving”. She says, stopping some inches away from your position.

Now, you are laughing, getting up to roll to Bishop's lap. Che frowns at you, before leading his angry orbs to the other girl.

“No, thank you… I prefer to waste my time trying to fuck her, instead of fucking you”.

Silence. He is drunk, but he's talking seriously.

“C'mon, kid, get that dick”. El Presidente breaks into laughs, pushing you away from him back to the Vice, as if you were a ball and they were playing.

“GET THE APACHE D! GET THE APACHE D”.

The people left in the yard start to sing in chorus, making you flush, puckering your lips at the oldest man there.

“What? My mother didn't raise a liar”.

“Do I look like a drunk-one-night-stand for your pleasure, Che?”

“I didn't say that”.

Rolling your eyes, you already know that your night has ended. Staggering a little, you go to the inside of the clubhouse, looking for your bag and your leather jacket to leave for your house. If you are so close to him is not to get the ‘Apache D’. Not at all. You have true feelings for him and, if this kind of relationship is enough for you, now you are pissed off by knowing that he just wants a night with you. As if you were a trophy for him.

“You are not leaving”.

You hear his voice behind you, upset and with a light tone of sarcasm in it.

“Yeah, I'm fucking leaving, Che. I don' wanna see your fucking face right now”.

Turning around, you try to pass him away, but he takes you off the keys of your car.

“You can't be this dummy, can you?” He says narrowing his eyes, and stretching the hand over his head to pull the keys away from you. “I don't want just a… whatever night you said. I'm too drunk to repeat again your tongue twister, Mary Poppins”.

“I'm gonna punch you in the face”.

“Respect your elders, chamaca”. He tries to look offended, surrounding your waist with his free arm. “C'mon… (Y/N). Why is this hard to believe that I love you, ah? I'm nuts about you”.

“Do you even know what you are saying?”

“Kinda like. I heard that from the prospect, and I wanted to use it with you, 'cause you like squirrels”.

You can't help but chuckle, while Taza takes off your bag and also grabs your jacket.

“Stay with me, please…” He whispers, pulling himself away to place your things on a sofa. “Look, I'm a traditional man. I will bring you breakfast at bed, even having a hangover”.

“Yeah, you're a fuddy-duddy”.

“The fuck is that?” He laughs loud, putting his hands on you again to embrace your body against him.

“Nothing, forget it”. You reply almost hiccuping, noticing that he is leading you backwards to the dorms hallway.

“Look at you, so drunk to drive”.

“Yeah, what a shame”. You laugh reaching his dorm, opening the door behind you to tuck you in.

As soon as he closes it, his mouth meets yours, devouring it lustfully while your hands travel to the folds of his kutte to take it off. Leaving a trail of clothes to the bed, he urges you to lie down over it, settling himself between your legs. Drawing a way down from your jaw to your breasts, his tongue finds one of your nipples, tasting it as if it was the best thing he has ever tried. Your gasps break the silence installed inside the room, stirring under his touches in the meantime that his free hand paws your abdomen, running it down to your center. Slamming two curved fingers into you, making you arch your back, you can't help but close your eyes and moan loud. Probably, the crew has heard you, but you don't care.

“Shit, baby girl… you're fucking drenched”.

He purrs against your nipple, speeding up the moves of his wrist, hitting your pussy with his palm and provoking a dirty sound rhythm your begs. And when you think he can't worship your body better, he bows until his lips strongly suck your throbbing clit.

“Oh, fuck!” You cry out with a sob, putting your legs over his back.

His warm breath bristles your whole anatomy, determinate to make you cum in his mouth, adhered to your sensible skin. Adding a third finger without expecting, Taza makes your thighs vibrate on his shoulders, fixing his eyes on yours, rolled back to your head. Your vocals getting louder, flood the room and half-part of the hallway, not wanting to contain yourself after so much time desiring it. His tongue licks your entrance, over his fingers, drinking your juices and tasting them, until he feels your wet pussy twitching under every stroke his lips make.

“Cum for me, chamaca, I wanna hear you screaming my name”. He demands among your legs, before catching again your clit with his lips.

The sensation of sucking the air out of your lungs so desperate, that provokes a lash of heat hits your backbone leaving a trail that flows into your belly. Tangling your hands on the gray hair, you can't help but press his face more closer to your center. Pulling out his hand from you, Taza nails both on your hips, putting his arms under your legs. His tongue moving faster itself among your lips, tasting on purpose every inch of you, you find the purest orgasm, crying out his first name; so uninhibited that it ends up ripping you throat.

You can feel his chuckles making your skin vibrate, going up until finding your lips. Getting more comfortable between your shaky legs, the Mayan kisses you, tucking his tongue inside your mouth to let you taste your own flavor mixed with the tequila you two have drunk. And it's really delicious, feeling his waist slightly swinging against your throbbing and satisfied center, but wanting a little more. Sliding down a hand between both, he guides the head of his cock straight to your pussy, not giving you a breath; when he's already thrusting it to your limits.

“Fuck, Che”.

You whisper running out of air onto his lips.

“I'm going to do it every night, mi amor”. He replies, noticing how deep his voice sounds right now, enchanting completely your brain. “Feels good, ah?”

You just nod with your throat totally dry, gulping and intertwining your legs with his.

“You will enjoy it much more, you will see…” He says then, with his mouth over your ear, biting your lobe before starting to swing his hips.

Every move is accurate, hitting your g-spot with no mercy, looking for your pleasure totally enraptured in the way you have to grunt his name. One of his arms is placed under your body, holding you tightly, while his right hand is wrapping your neck making some pressure over your skin. His pace is fast and constant, not giving you the chance to mold your walls to his thickness, in the meantime that Che drags his teeth on your collarbone until biting you. Your nails tour his back, almost scratching it superficially, begging for more as he pounds you against the mattress.

Grabbing your wrists with his right hand, to fix them on the pillow over your head, he speeds up as much as he can, giving to your body a reason to squirm because of his anxious lunges. Feeling how warm your soaked pussy, it's driving him crazy. And maybe the alcohol plays a part of it, but it's insane the way he has to mark you everywhere, anyhow possible, as if he was needed for making everyone know that you're only his. Only for him.

“Fuck… I'm close again”. You sob, with his teeth nailed on your neck and his tongue doing some circular moves.

He knows it. He can feel it, that's why he hasn't slowed down his pace. Che wants to put you in your sweetest dreams after being fully pleased. Wrapping his waist with one of your legs, you try to push him a little more into you, burying deep his cock in your wetness. A knot growing up inside your belly, leaving your mind blank, blows up your senses. Loosening the grip on your wrists, you clings your arms around him. Your moans echo matching his, as your core continues engulfing his hardness until you feel his heat filling you up, drowning a hoarse howl in the gap of your shoulder.

Taza holds his body against you, pressed strongly, emptying himself inside you. Mixing your ecstasies and melting yourselves in one. Collapsing onto your chest, he hugs you with a sigh stuck in his vocal chords, drawing the same relaxed smile on his lips that you have. Pulling himself out, feeling his seed spilling by your thighs, he lies down trying to catch back his air. After some seconds and leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, the man gets up without a word wearing his boxers to step out of the room. You can't even move a single inch, resting your hands on your belly, until he comes back. Helping you to clean up all the mess with a warm wet towel, Taza falls down on the bed, holding you onto him and filling your face with sleepy kisses that make you laugh.

“Congratulations, you had the whole Apache pack”.

Your laughs become loud, stirring softly under his arms.

“You idiot…”

“Ranch included”. He tosses in, adding more gasoline to the fire.

“Che!”

Now, you can't stop laughing, infecting him and shaking your head.

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EZEKIEL ‘EZ’ REYES x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: Wait! You are taking requests!!! Can I please get 46 and 51 with Ez please! I can imagine them at a party or something and he pulls her up with a cute af grin, being all cuddly and sweet!!!

Anon #2 asked: Ezzzzzz with 87 and maybe he whimpers “fuck...” when you do it 👀👀

Anon #3 asked: I’m so sorry, this is the last I swear. 72 and 67 from the prompt list with the youngest Reyes tysm ily!!!!

Anon #4 asked: FUCK, the thought of Ezekiel Reyes telling me I’m a good girl 🥵🥵 I’m wet . I have the biggest praise kink, pls baby, tell me I’m doing so well ! Do you think you could do a little sum for me please 🥵🥺🥺🥺

Prompts:

46. “I wanna dance with you”

51. “You kill me every time you smile”.

72. “Club doesn’t go first”.

67. “You and me, forever”.

87. “Put on my kutte”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word count: 2.3k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford ✨

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @xxrouxx

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“EZ it's okay, don' worry. I understand it”.

“I'm truly sorry, (Y/N). I swear to God”.

“Ezekiel. It's okay. Club goes first”.

“I promise we'll celebrate your birthday as soon as I'm back. I promise. I swear”.

“Hey, boy scout! We're leaving! Stop bitchin'”.

“Yeah! Give me a second!” He replies. “I have to leave you… I'm sorry”.

“Go, EZ. Call me when you're back”.

“I will”.

You can't lie. You're a little upset because he's not going to be in your birthday for first time in seven years. You met him at the jail in Stockton, when you were finishing your studies, working as an auxiliary nurse. You're best friends since then, and it's an special occasion. But at least, you have your other friends to celebrate with.

When they cover your eyes, inside the car, with a bandanna you know it's going to be a crazy night. You don't know anything about your birthday party, and you don't want to think about what they have been able to prepare. You just wait in silence to the car to stop. And when it does and Monique helps you to go out of it, you hear some murmurs claiming for silence. She guides you with both hands on your shoulders, until you're in the middle of the dark.

“Ok, wait! Don't take it off yet!” She says, listening how her steps go away from you. “Ok! NOW!”

You break in laugh, pulling down the bandanna, until you notice where you are.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

The whole crew is in the front yard of the clubhouse, reunited with your friends from work and your housemates. Your eyes are filling with tears, watching EZ running towards you to lift you up on his arms. You hug him tightly, wrapping his waist with your legs.

“Fuck, you're so dumb! I thought you weren't gonna believe me”.

He's laughing, infecting you, while he covers your face with a lot of kisses all around.

“Happy birthday, enfermera”.

“You fucking idiot!” You say pouting and hitting one of his shoulders, when your feet are back on the ground.

“Eh! Don' need to be this aggressive, just because it's your birthday!”

“I hate you…”

“Hey, club doesn't go first”. He whispers right in your ear, holding you tightly. “Do you remember what I said once, ah?”

“You and me, forever”.

“That's right. And now… let's enjoy the night”.

So you do. There are a lot of meat that Felipe brought, latin music flooding the crowded yard, beers going from one side to another, your friends dancing with the Mayans. Bishop has ask you for a dance. That man is like your father since you put a foot in his club, and he's pretty good with salsa. But when the song changes to another more sensual, the president pushes you into EZ. He's sitting next to Angel and Gilly, watching you the whole time with that charming smile he's always wearing when you're together.

Your hips moving to the beat, letting yourself go without worries, with sensual and delicate moves. You know how much the skirt of your dress is provoking him, because of the obvious romantic and sexual tension between both since ever, always keeping a secure distance to not fuck up your friendship. But you have had more tequila than you can afford. He reclines on the chair, enjoying the show, while his brothers speak oblivious to the situation. Licking his lips, EZ chuckles supporting the beer over a thigh rubbing his chin while you come closer.

“I want you to dance with me”. You say offering a hand that he doesn't doubt to grab.

Leaving away his drink, EZ lets you guide him to the middle of the makeshift dance floor. His chest stuck on your back, moving your waist to the rhythm of the song, and your arms raised up, back to his nape. His breathing colliding against your neck, following every move so close you can hear his heartbeat. His scent filling your lungs, his lips caressing your skin. You don't even know which song is playing, because dancing with him is in the only thing you're focusing on.

Closing your eyes, you feel his hands going down slowly by your sides to reach the folds of the skirt, raising it some inches, dragging gently his fingers above your skin bristling it.

“Fuck… Stop playing with ma' mind”. He begs you leaving a soft kiss on your neck.

You just laugh tangling your hands with his, turning to face him, too close of his lips. Almost touching them.

“No”.

“I hate you”. He mutters placing his hands on your lower back, smirking so naturally that makes your legs tremble a little.

“You kill me every time you smile”.

“Really…? Then, erase it from my face”. He challenges you with a too sensual hoarsely tone.

You kiss him. No doubts doing it. His lips tastes so good, that almost dizzy you. You can feel the same necessity he has to happen, as you have. Many years enduring it. And it's finally happening. Your fingers caressing the back of his head slowly, contrary to how your mouth works against his. Your tongue finding the other so desperate you don't mind the shortness of air. You know that everybody is looking at you sideways, not wanting to interrupt the moment, and you don't even care.

“Fuck… now I have two birthday presents to give you”. EZ chuckles, touching his nose with yours in a dearly gesture.

“And what are you waitin' for, Ezekiel?”

The Mayan twists his head, biting his tongue with a naughty smile drawn on his lips. He has that look on his face he could use after killing someone and before adopting a puppy from the dog kennel. Now it also means he's going to show you how much he desires you. Holding your hand, he guides you to the clubhouse, under some claps and whistles from the guys. Of course they felt the tension, since ever, and they also are like five years old. Bad combination. They stop making noise when you cross the hall, right to the dorms.

You know pretty well that room. It isn't the first time you sleep there, after a long day at the hospital, a nap on a day off… Always with EZ. He closes the door when you two are already inside, pushing you with his body to the bed and his hands cupping your face in. He's on top of you, one of his legs among yours, on of yours between his rubbing the erection under his jeans. His tongue fighting yours desperate, while his calloused hands go below the white dress, dragging them on your thighs making you moan low. His fingers reach the waistband of your panties stretching it slightly, biting his lips with your attentive orbs over his.

“Joder, joder, joder…” He curses in spanish. “Fuck… stop me… Please, stop me”.

Yes, you think that could break your friendship, but it's the fear talking. Not reality.

“EZ, I want you. Since ever”. You sentence, leaning up to catch out his breath by kissing him, too hungry for his lips.

He doesn't need anything else to put down your panties, until finding the floor. His right hand ventures among your thighs and the heat that emanates from there, growling in your neck when he reaches your center.

“Shit, baby…” He sighs sliding a finger inside you, making you gasp low right on his ear. “Should be illegal be this wet…”

“And it's your fault”. You quickly highlight, biting his lobe.

EZ wants to enjoy it, to make it slowly for you. But he has wait for too long. Digging his finger among your folds, rough and deep, he rubs his hardness against your knee anxious for feeling some friction. And you're not going to keep containing yourself, using your natural tone of voice to moan, not caring a fuck if the crew and your friends hear you. You want to show him how bad you need him. A second finger gets curled inside you, exploring your wetness masterfully, while his mouth devours yours with the taste of tequila driving you crazy.

But he needs more. So you do.

Much to your regret, after some seconds, he pulls them away to take off your dress above your head, showing him your bare breasts. Ezekiel is fascinated, having you naked when he's fully dressed, under his mercy and his desires.

“You're so fuckin' beautiful, baby”. He growls before catching one of your nipples with his teeth, stretching it up some inches before sucking it gently.

You're squirming below his caresses, spreading your legs to accommodate him between them. Now you can feel how hard he is, thrusting you with the fabric of his jeans rubbing your clit so delicious you could cum like that. Your hands takes off the kutte leaving it by a side of the mattress, taking the advantage of doing the same with his shirt. Ezekiel is so hot, you can't deny that fact, starting to lose control. His long fingers undone his belt and his jeans, undressing himself as fast as you need it.

“Put on my kutte, baby. I wanna see you wearing it and riding me”. He whispers against your lips, biting them dearly, watching him sideways jerking himself off.

You don't say anything sitting up on the bed to do it. And you have to recognize that looks good on you. Eze rest his back against the wall, after throwing away the pillow to get comfortable, looking you while he continues stroking his cock. You can see the veins in his arms marking the toasted skin, licking your lips, being one of your weak points in life. His hands and his arms. Crawling on top of his lap, he plays with his glans among your folds, showing you the smile that makes you feel more wet.

“Fuck, baby… Look at you”. He soughs, while the tip of your tongue tours up his chin and mouth. “Take it all, my Mayan. It's all yours”.

That sounds so good, drowning your legs down, digging his dick inside you.

“Shit, Ezekiel! You're so big…”

“Do you like it, ah?”

“Yes… baby. Yes…”

“Ride that big cock, cariño. C'mon… Ride me”. He begs you, kissing your neck with short ones licking your skin.

Your hips start to bounce his hardness, discovering you can go deeper as much as you spread your legs. His hands nailed on your waist with both thumbs pressing your abdomen, keeping your eyes with his and parted lips. His erection hits your soul every time you jump by a frenetic and constant dance of pleasure, feeling his teeth biting your collarbone and his tongue drawing some bruises above it.

“Shit… just like that, mi vida… justamente así. Such a good girl...”

Ez's voice lost in what you make him feel is everything for you, claiming for more, begging for your warm pussy welcoming him delighted. He creates a road of bites, starting under your chin, sucking it slowly until he reaches your mouth. His tongue explores it finding yours in a filthy and dirty kiss, slapping your ass without expecting, thrice with part of his strength. Arching your anatomy and leaning your head back softly you let your heavy moans flood the dorm, before he turns you over the bed. With Ezekiel on top of you, he grabs your thighs to open your legs as much as you can handle it.

“You wan'me deeper, cariño?”

“And faster… Fuckin' kill me, Ez”.

“Can you keep your legs opened for me, baby girl, ah?”

“Yeah… I promise, daddy”. You nod, getting desperate because he's moving his body to slow.

One of his big callous hands grabs tightly your throat, surrounding your back with the free one. And he does it. He goes deeper. Deliciously deep, with his abdomen hitting your wetted folds once and again, harder than the last. You're almost out of air crying out his name and some spanish curses every time he pounds you, maintaining your gaze burning in lust and pleasure. He wants to kiss you more than anything in the world, but he also wants to see your face and all the gestures your draw in it unconsciously, because of his cock thrusting your g-spot.

Biting his lower lip, Ez nails his knees on the mattress without pulling his dick out of you, but raising your trembling legs to his shoulders before lie down on top of you again. This position is new for you, but after the first push you know it's going to be one of your favorites.

“Wan'me to make you cum, mi amor?”

“Please, daddy, please…”

He chuckles giving you a smooth kiss, tangling your hands on his forearms. The rhythm becomes speedy and intensive, feeling the tickles in your low belly as you start to cry out rolling your eyes in white, when the orgasm wraps your body under his grip. He keeps going with every pound, seeing how red is part of his chest and neck because of the effort, starting to growl when he finds your lips again in a needy kiss begging you to hold for him just a few more seconds. You could wait for EZ all your life.

“Can I… cum inside you?” He asks you as well as he can, somewhat exhausted, close to the edge.

“Fuck… to bring another Reyes?”

He can't help but break into laughs, stopping his moves, as you do. The laughters floods the room for a second, imagining how bad could be for the world, but how good could be for you two. Of course, you've never talked about it. But, having a family together? You're in. And Ez is totally in too.

“Let's set the world on fire, mi vida”. He chuckles, lowering your legs to his waist to pound you again.

His body digging into your legs with somekind of fury, pinching your ass in the meantime of his cock punches your pussy without nonstop. He was so close, he can't even expect his warm jizz completely filling you with a hoarse and throaty moan, drilling your ears.

“Shit, baby…”

He falls deadbeat on your chest, whilst your fingers caressing the back of his neck, getting a little wet because of the sweat your bodies are wrapped in. Slowly pulling himself out, inside of your legs, he kisses a little tired your lips.

There's no hall of shame when you come back to the crowded yard, after having a short shower together, sitting on EZ's chair by you on his lap. Angel brings you a beer with pursed lips in a smile, not needing to use any words to make you know how proud he feels of you finally being his sister-in-law. He cheers your drink with his, before sitting again on his own chair. Resting your left temple on Ezekiel's shoulder, you have a sip of yours getting comfy against his body. His hand touring your thighs gently, joining the talk between his friends like if nothing happened seconds ago, taking pleasure of having you so, so close.

And you can't help, seeing him smile, but grabbing his chin with two fingers to lean him down so you can kiss him again. You feel like an addict, and by the way he has to drag his hand on your skin, he is too.

“I'm… assuming you wanna be my girl”. He mutters caressing your nose with the tip of his.

“Well, I need a Reyes to handle with a baby one”.

He chuckles shaking his head and closing both eyes for a while.

“Would you… really like it? The idea of having a baby with an ex-con, part of a motorbike cl—?”

“The idea of having a family with my intelligent, handsome, and super interesting bestfriend? Yes, Ezekiel. I would love it”.

“You forgot to say ‘best chef in the world’”.

“And best lover”.

“My ego es happy right now”.

“Good, that's one of my missions”.

“Te amo”. He whispers, hearing a loud ‘aw’ coming from Bishop, Tranq and Taza. The oldest with the most childish minds of all.

You laugh loud curling your legs above your boyfriend, hugging you tightly and filling your face with kisses.

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